#Should I put any warnings ummm

[misspenguinchaos]

dawg my computer is acting wacky I knew I shouldn’t have bought it from that garage sale

[catsgut]

uhmm so… you asked for more scumbag!toji… i just… fucking his enemy’s (gojo’s) sister on gojo’s bed??? i’m sorry i’m thinking with my 😺 rn… even better if shes a virgin

THIS IS SO GOOD(ノ ̿ ̿ᴥ ̿ ̿)ノ you’re so smart hehe…. i made this kinda long? bc it was sm fun to write also i luv my baby so much i gotta treat her <3

warnings: drugs, geto and gojo are sleezey, toji is.. scummy, loss of virginity, SPITTTTT, dubcon kinda, size kink galore, blood, rough sex, UMMM INCEST SORTA HELLOOOOOOOOO

honestly, you didn’t care for your brother very much. he was condescending and didn’t have very good morals. you could tell his priorities were all wrong and twisted, but it was him or your parents, and you’d take satoru any day. at least he didn’t put almost impossible expectations on you. in fact, the only things he expected if you was to cover your share of rent and buy groceries.

and geto was nice enough. he, for some reason, was always up early enough to talk to you before you went to class. the conversations were normal for the most part, but the loud moans coming from his bedroom most nights were enough to keep you permanently pissed off at him. he seemed to think it was funny, constantly teasing you about how good he made “that bitch” feel. you couldn’t deny he was attractive, but he teased you too much to give it any thought.

you still went to college and tried your best to set yourself up for success, but it was hard when you had to come home to your man child brother and his equally immature roommate. the house constantly smelled like weed and you were worried it would stick to your clothes. you didn’t want anyone to get a bad impression of you, but of course that was impossible when satoru was your brother.

you knew they made most of their money through selling drugs, but you had no idea the extent to it. it wasn’t that they didnt want you to know, you were just always horded up in your bedroom whenever you weren’t in class. not once had you ever come out while they had people over, not wanting to have to hold a conversation with your brothers brain dead friends.

but tonight you just really had to use the bathroom. you tried your best to hold it, sucking the end of your pen and you tried putting your focus on studying, but as the time ticked on your bladder slowly started burning.

“fuck,” you groaned. maybe you could sneak into the bathroom without being noticed, so you put your house slippers on and slowly opened your door a crack. you could see geto sitting on the love seat facing another man sitting on the couch opposite of him. you hadn’t ever seen him before, but by the look of his back you could tell he was very big. his hair was dark and shoulders broad. they were talking in quiet voices, but the man sounded annoyed. you could slightly make out your brothers name being said in an aggravated tone.

tiptoeing into the hallway, you hurried into the bathroom and quietly shut the door. you didn’t know why your heartbeat was beating so hard, but nonetheless you were glad you made it into the bathroom unnoticed. you did your business and combed your fingers through your hair. looking into the mirror, you saw you looked tired with bags under your eyes. probably from all the sleepless nights studying.

quietly, you opened the bathroom door hoping they were still occupied with talking. not seeing anyone, you opened it fully and stepped out. you thought you were in the clear before you heard a voice.

“y/n?” geto called out from the living room, dread filling your body. shit. they never made you talk to any of the guests they invited over, so why now of all times? “yeah?” you called out, voice sounding small as you walked into the living room. the man was now facing you and you could make out a scar on his lips. he was handsome for sure, but looked scary, someone you should stay away from— you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your tummy.

“yeah, geto?” you asked again looking over at your roommate. he smiled sweetly, something that always threw you off. “have you heard from your brother at all? he owes toji here a lot of money, but we can’t seem to get a hold of him.”

you rolled your eyes. that sounded like satoru. “um he’s probably with a girl or somethin’,” you rubbed your clothed foot against your ankle.

“that’s too bad,” you heard geto say, but you weren’t really listening. looking back over at the man you saw he was no longer looking at you. you were able to get a better view of him, seeing just how big he was. his tight black shirt hugged his body nicely and he was pairing it with some grey sweatpants. his legs were spread out and part of you wished you were between him.

you looked back over at geto and saw he was grinning. he gestured over to toji with his eyes and winked. you could feel your face heating up in embarrassment. “well i have a paper to write… so uh goodnight.” you looked back to toji and smiled politely before going back into the safety of your bedroom.

that night when you laid in your bed, you couldn’t stop thinking about toji. he looked exactly like the type of man you should stay away from, but it was that very reason that had you grinding down on your pillow that night.

a couple days had past and you hadn’t heard from your brother. this wasn’t uncommon as he liked to lay low when someone was searching for him, so you brushed it off thinking it was just your brother being the typical asshole he was. geto seemed to be gone a lot, too. that was more uncommon, but non of your business. it was actually nice to have the house to yourself for once. you got some cleaning done and even got all caught up on homework.

you were currently sitting on the couch scrolling through your phone when there was a loud knock on the door. it startled you, but you got up to open it anyway thinking one of them misplaced their key (something that happened often.) what you weren’t expecting to see was an angry looking toji. “c-can um i help you?” you tried to sound nice but it just came out frightened.

“no, but gojo can. he home?” his voice was low and you wondered if satoru had really fucked up this time. this time you tried to muster up all your confidence saying “no, he isn’t home. you can go now,” but that only seemed to annoy him even more.

he shoved past you, yelling your brothers name. the sudden action made you stumble back in fear of what he was going to do to. you didn’t have it in you to fight back only telling him again that he wasn’t here.

“well i guess ill hang around till he gets back. your brother owes me money an’ im not leavin’ till i get somethin’.” he sat his large body on the couch and sighed. you watched him close his eyes and cross his arms as if he was going to sleep.

“would you like something to drink?” you didn’t know why you were trying to be nice to him after he clearly invited himself inside, but you couldn’t help but want his attention. not saying a word, his eyes opened and stared at you. “we have water and um juice.”

toji continued to stare at you only he was smiling now. it didn’t look friendly, but that feeling in the pit of your stomach slowly started to return. “how about you hang out with me over here,” he suggested, beckoning you one with his ring and middle finger. you didn’t understand, but he was making a motion that looked similar to fingering a girl.

nervously, you went over and sat next to him. despite the uneasy feeling you were getting, this was the most exciting thing you’ve done in a long time. you’ve never been this close to a man like him. the way he stared down at you made you feel small.

“man you’re cute, you sure you’re gojo’s sister?” he smiled and for a second he looked kind. you giggled nervously at his question feeling your face heat up. “um thank you.” the tension in the air was thick and you weren’t sure if you could keep this up. you knew it was wrong to let a man talk to you like this, but you were too scared to do anything about it. if anything, you wanted more.

“my brother might not be home for a while.” you heard yourself say while fidgeting with your fingers. “you can still um.. stay here though.” closing your eyes, you could feel his hot breath on the side of your face. it didn’t smell the best, but the wet patch growing in your panties distracted you.

“i don’t mind spendin’ some time with you, little girl.” you gulped and looked back up to his to see his face was only a couple inches from yours. you could understand that you brother absolutely did not like this man, but that didn’t stop you from closing your eyes when toji leaned in. you opened your mouth obediently, letting his big tongue dig around in it.

toji chuckled at your inexperience and grabbed at your thighs. they were squeezed together, trying desperately to get some friction. “damn you’re a little slut,” he groaned into your mouth. “lettin’ a stranger touch you like this.”

you whimpered when you felt his fingers get tangled in your hair. you couldn’t lie that this was exciting. for once in your life you felt so good doing something so bad. this man could be anyone, could do anything to you, but you were counting on it. in this moment, he could be a murderer and you would spread your little legs for him.

your tongue was hanging out from between your lips, drool dripping onto your lap. toji was kissing and biting the skin on your neck, one hand in your hair and the other lifting one of your legs to your chest. he leaned down to peak under your skirt and you watched him grin.

you brought your hands up to cover your face when toji got down on his knees and spread your legs. he pressed his tongue against your panties and sucked harshly. you peeked at him through your fingers, eyes wide in pleasure.

your fingers could never make you feel this good. your whole pussy was now on toji’s mouth. he was being so nasty the way his saliva soaked your panties.

“u-um can we go to the bed… please?” the thought of geto coming home and seeing you like this made you shiver. you would never be able to live it down.

“anything f’this pussy,” he laughed and scooped you up by your armpits. he carried you down the hallway with ease and into a random room. you instantly recognized it at satoru’s, but toji didn’t seem to care. his shirt was already off by the time he set you down and that was enough for you not to care either.

“look at you turnin’ into such a little whore.” you lifted your tank top over your tits to show him your lacey bra. trying your best to look seductive, you pulled your panties halfway down your thighs. toji didn’t seem to care about your little performance, though, instead forcing you on all fours. your face hit the comforter of satoru’s bed and you were suddenly aware of how real the situation was. you could smell your big brother as toji slid his fat tip up and down your pussy lips.

“w-wait m’not read-“ your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he pushed himself in all the way. with a loud groan, toji began force fucking you into the mattress.

this was sex? you’ve never felt this kind of pain in your life. “shit— you a virgin?” you heard him ask after seeing blood on his cock. he still didn’t slow down, instead picking up his pace. one thing about toji was he loved fucking girls dumb. especially, virgins.

your fingers reached up to grab a pillow to bury your face into. the sudden guilt of fucking this man in your brothers bed brought tears to your eyes. “ssstru,” you tried to moan out to your brother, eyes crossing when toji propped a foot on the bed to get deeper angle.

“ha! you really are a slut! moanin’ out your brothers name while i tear this pussy up.” you whimpered at his words knowing he was right. you couldn’t hide the fact you were close to your orgasm with the way your pussy was leaving a white ring around his cock.

“ah ah!” your moans filled the room as he rammed into you. you could tell he was close too when he leaned forward to press his big chest against your back. “gnna cum in this kitty,” he groaned in your ear before biting it. you tried to protest but he covered your mouth with a hand. not long after you felt warmth filling your insides. toji’s pace slowed as he fucked his cum in you, babbling about how he was going to “knock you up as pay back.”

you were too fucked out to care, though, laying there as he pulled out and stood. you listened to him wiping his dick off with a random shirt he found before dressing himself and leaving the room. you listened to him rummage through the living room, probably for cash or weed. you listened to the front door shut and then a few minutes later you heard it open again.

dread filled your body when familiar voices filled the hallway near the door. your legs hurt too much to move, so you braced yourself as the footsteps neared.

no one said anything, already knowing of the situation. you laid there, silently crying, back arched and bare ass exposed with cum leaking out of your pussy, while gojo and geto stood in the doorway. geto looked unbothered as he stepped closer to get a better look, the tent in his pants and obvious sign he liked what he saw.

gojo on the other hand looked furious. he knew toji was up to no good when he saw his smugly leave his front door, not even asking him for the money he owed. he knew he took something of similar value, just not that he took this.

his eyes traveled down to your lower half and he understood why geto wanted a better look. you looked so erotic with cum leaking out of your hole and red hand prints on your ass.

gojo turned around and walked out of the room in denial, but deep down, he knew there was no other explanation for the hardness in his pants.

[angelic-sturniolos111]

Some Privacy 🌌 pt. 1

You’ve been staying with the triplets in LA for a few weeks and are growing incredibly sexually frustrated being in Matt’s presence all the time. A late-night hot-tub sesh between the two of you reveals all…

matthew sturniolo x fem! reader

warnings: smut in future parts 🤭, mentions of rape, lots of sexual tensionnnnn

author’s note: quite possibly my best work to date tbh had to make it into parts

future parts will be linked here =>

Y/N’s POV:

The triplets, close friends of mind, were kind enough to let me stay with them in LA for a few weeks while I had off from school while I work remote. They’ve showed me all around LA and we’ve spent a lot of time together having fun and making content for their YouTube channel. Everything has been great, and I really have no reason to complain, except for one thing…

I’m horny as fuck.

Normally, my libido is a little above average I’d say, but there’s one major contributing factor to my frustration.

Matt Sturniolo.

I’ve always had a crush on him since we’ve met though I’d never act on my feelings in fear that he’d reject me. Aside from my feelings for him he is absolutely, incredibly, insanely hot. I can never get my eyes off of him when we’re in a room together. The way his stubble perfectly contours his jaw, his big veiny hands, the tattooed, everything. Though he wasn’t just a looker, he’s also one of the sweetest kindest people I’ve ever met— which is why I can’t risk losing him as a friend.

I’d typically handle my current situation on my own. The problem is, I’m sleeping on the triplets couch in the living room. Knowing those night owls, anyone could enter the room at any given moment, and I can’t risk getting caught. Not only that, but we’re always together and not once have I had the house to myself or any moment of privacy since being here.

I’m laying on the couch seriously debating on whether or not I should touch myself, but then my mind wandered to the thought of Matt possibly catching me in the act. The thought of Matt watching me touch myself made my situation worse as the heat built up between my legs and my heartbeat got that much faster.

“Ugh— fuck this.” I said to myself. I got up off the couch and grabbed some of my workout clothes to change in the bathroom. Then I went back into the living room by the front door and sat down to put on and tie my sneakers. The only other way I could let this frustration out would be to go for a run, and that’s just what I planned to do until I hear a door creak open.

I see Matt stepping out of his bedroom, clad in sweatpants and a t-shirt, rubbing his eyes as if he’d just woken up.

“Hey, I’m sorry if I woke you up.”

“Nah, I was kinda already awake and I thought I heard you— wait, what are you doing? Where are you going?” He questions once he sees me dressed and tying my shoes, ready to head out the door.

“I’m going for a run.”

“Ummm no you’re not.” He says in a serious tone.

“Ummm yes, I am.” I reply in the same tone.

“Y/N, I’m not letting you go for a run alone this late at night.”

“I’ll be fine Matt,” I say as I stand up and start grabbing my bag and water bottle. He roughly grabs my wrist and stops me forcing me to look up at him.

“NO you are not going! You’ll get kidnapped, or raped, or something… I am not letting you leave this house.” He said sternly. I sighed, staring up at the ceiling in surrender.

“Why do you want to run this late anyways?” Matt says letting go of my wrist and leaning against the kitchen counter. I pause thinking of how to answer.

“I’m just… stressed.” I half-lied.

“How come?”

“It’s ummm— it’s complicated. I’m just really stressed and needed to hash it out somehow so I could relax and go to sleep.” Matt nods his head in response, and though the room is dimly lit I can still see the concern behind his blue eyes.

“How about I go get the hot tub heated up and we can relax in there together, okay?” The hot tub? Alone, with Matt? Before I could protest he speaks up, “C’mon, go put a bathing suit on and I’ll meet you out there, k?” Matt says assuredly. I sigh, turning back to the living room to get a bathing suit out of my suitcase and change again.

*****

I push open the sliding glass door to see Matt already in the bubbling, steaming hot tub. He's in his bathing suit, shirtless, the front strands of hair gently clinging to his forehead from the steam, soft blue light of the hot tub illuminating his face… Fuck. In no way was this helping my sexual frustration.

I saunter over to the tub and step in letting the hot water consume me. The pulsing jets hitting all the right spots on my lower back and shoulders. I inhale deeply feeling the humid steam fill my nostrils. I exhale letting my head fall back onto the side of the tub.

"Feels good?" Matt asks. My heart skips a beat at his question as I imagine him saying it to me under different circumstances, and for the filthiest of reasons.

"Mhmm." I hum in reply, not dropping my head back to look at him because I know that would just drive me up a wall.

I stayed in this position for a while, head back and eyes closed as I try and focus on the soothing sensation the hot tub is giving me while also trying not to bring my attention to Matt knowing that would only make my situation worse.

"Why are you stressed? What's on your mind?" Matt asks bringing me back to reality after zoning out. I reluctantly drop my head back down and open my eyes to meet his. Big mistake. The steam had collected on his skin causing small beads of water to fall down his chest into the tub. His arms were outstretched against the walls of the tub, and his legs part wide open as he laid his back against the tub wall. Despite being submerged underwater I could feel my core getting increasingly wet.

"I told you it's complicated, and it's personal…" I reply shyly.

"Awe c'mon Y/N, you can tell me. You know Nick nor Chris can have mature conversations about our feelings like I can." I sigh. He's right. I've always been able to talk freely and openly with Matt about my problems, my anxiety, and he opens up to me about the same things.

"I've been very… frustrated recently." I say hesitantly, looking at the blue bubbling water to avoid eye contact.

"How come? Is being in the house with us too much? I know we can be a lot sometimes so if you want to go home that's totally fine, we'll understand." He says genuinely. My lips curl into a smile huffing out a light laugh at his cute assumption.

"No! No that's not it at all. I love being here with you three." I say bringing my eyes up to find Matt's already looking deeply into mine. He raises his brows slightly and tilts his head indicating for me to continue. "I've been," God, was I really about to tell him this?

"I've been sexually frustrated. Extremely." I say, not breaking eye contact. Everything inside of me is vibrating and I feel like sinking down into the tub and drowning myself in it.

Matt's eyes widen slightly as his mouth gently parts. "Oh…" he said softly as that was all he managed to get out. He dropped his arms into his lap and stared at the water looking deep in thought. We both didn't speak, only for a moment, but the silence made time feel like it was dragging out forever.

"Why, then… Have you— have you touched yourself at all?" Matt stutters out. I can sense he's just as nervous as I am to have this conversation, but I also can tell that there is genuine concern laced in his voice.

"No. Trust me, I've wanted to. I’ve been sleeping on the couch in the living room, so I haven’t. You and your brothers are up at all hours of the night, and one of you has come into the kitchen for a late-night snack, or come to the living room to see if I was awake to chat or film. So I feel like I just haven’t had enough privacy to do so— that’s all.”

Matt and I have had many deep conversations before, and I am always super honest with him because he makes me feel safe and comfortable. But right now, I’ve never felt so vulnerable in front of him.

“Mmm.” He hums, his eyes darting away from mine.

A few moments of slightly uncomfortable silence pass before he pushes himself off the hot tub wall and slowly makes his way over to me. Our eyes lock again, but his are different this time, darker.

“We have some privacy now.” Matt says in a low, deep tone.

We? My breath hitches in my throat.

Suddenly, everything in the atmosphere changed. We deeply stared into each other’s eyes. Our stare was one where we both didn’t have to speak, and the silence felt comfortable. His stare quieted the millions of thoughts racing in my head until I was only focused on him and how my body called for him. I no longer felt vulnerable. I felt stronger. Confident.

I could see in his eyes that he was thinking the same thing I was, and his blown out pupils told me he wanted it just as badly…

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Make You Beg

Ettore X Prison Nurse Reader X Will (Salad Days)

Warnings after the cut

Word Count: 2736

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A/N: Not me writing the filthiest thing I can imagine with two minor characters. This is purely self-indulgent.

Warnings: Ettore is his own warning, mentions of physical violence, blood, Dubcon , biting, scratching, predatory behaviors, hair pulling, mentions of pain, some sub/dom behaviors, degradation, fingering, oral sex male receiving, PinV unprotected, rough sex, deepthroating, crying, humiliation and praising.

"Again?" You sigh as your favorite frequent flyer, Will, shuffles into your exam room with yet another bloody lip and possible broken nose.

"What can I say? I missed ya. " he chuckles as he makes his way to the gurney on the left.

You put your hand up to the guard that brought him as he goes to handcuff him to the gurney.

"That isn't necessary. Will here won't give me any problems" You smile at Will, you have been through this with him many times and have built a friendly rapport. You trust him to behave.

"It isn't you that I'm concerned about" the guard laughs heartily, as another guard walks in with an inmate you haven't seen before.

The inmate has clear injuries to his mouth but would still be lesser priority than Will.

Will rolls his eyes and audibly groans. "This fucking nonce"

The other inmate lunges toward him, the guard grappling him to the floor.

"Cut it out!" The guard yells authoritatively, the inmate on the ground immediately stops struggling, allowing the guard to get him back to his feet.

You shriek as you jump back. "Should we even have them both in here at the same time?"

"They will be fine as long as this one can learn to shut his gob," the guard by Will says as he latches Will's arm to the metal post of the gurney.

You move to the second inmate as he is also latched to his gurney. "Ettore," the guard next to him says. "Watch out with this one he is a....... just watch out"

You look at the two guards with confusion as they move toward the door. "Where are you going?!" Your voice is laced with panic. You have never been left alone with an inmate, let alone two.

"The fight they started devolved. It's all hands on deck. They are hooked tight. You'll be fine. I will come back as soon as possible"

"Surely you are joking?" You whimper slightly as the two guards leave the room, closing the door quietly behind them.

When you turn back around, you see your two patients. Each handcuffed to their gurney. Will looking over at Ettore, hatred etched across his face while Ettore stares directly at you. Tilting his head slightly to the side as his eyes wander up and down your form.

"Right. Ummm, " You nervously wipe your palms on your thighs trying to quell the nausea creeping its way up your throat. "Will seems to have more injuries, so I should tend to him first"

You nervously move toward Will while trying to position your body so that you don't entirely turn your back on Ettore.

"I wouldn't let him hurt ya, ya gotta know tha" Will smiles at you from his place on the gurney, his voice soft and sweet.

"No offense, but you let him hurt you pretty good." You chuckle as you start to dab away the blood on his lower lip with a cotton ball.

"Yeah, well, that's different. Two blokes throwing blows. Not the same thing as an animal like that coming after a lass. " You can hear Ettore grumble from across the room, his handcuffs clacking against the metal bar of the gurney.

"Will," you say warningly "remember, watch your words. I don't want any further trouble with you two."

"You know what he's in here for?" He asks, making your stomach turn. You don't know and don't want to know.

"You're all in here for something, hardly my business, to know what" You finish tending to his lip and start to clean around his eye.

"I robbed a post office. Then beat my best friend half to death over a girl that never even liked me. I'm an idiot. Not an animal. " You stay silent and continue to tend to his wounds. You had always wondered how he found himself in here. He was scrappy, but he was so sweet.

"He is an entirely different beast." He motions toward Ettore, who simply scoffs.

You swallow nervously. Between the comments from the guard, Will's analysis and Ettore's lecherous gaze you had an inkling of what type of "beast" Ettore might be, making the fact that you have to treat him all the more daunting.

"I'm here to heal, not judge. Now sit back. " You push Will back against The gurney by the shoulder so you can inspect his nose further.

"You have such a handsome face. You really should stop getting punched in it. " You move to set his nose, and he grunts.

"Think I'm handsome, do ya? He wiggles his eyebrows at you and smirks.

You blush and pat his shoulder. "Nose should heal up fine."

You turn and walk towards Ettore, your stomach dropping.

"Hello Ettore, let's take a look at that mouth ok?" You take his chin in your hand and angle his face upward and can't help but notice the goosebumps that ripple across his skin at your touch.

Swallowing deeply, you gently ease his mouth open with your thumb and use your little flashlight to peer inside. "Doesn't look like any teeth were knocked loose or anything like that so you should be fine."

You move to leave his bedside, but his hand shoots up and holds your wrist tightly. "Ettore....." You attempt to sound intimidating so you could assert your authority over him.

"Oi!, let her go!" Will yells from the other side of the room, his cuffs jangling wildly against the metal bar of his gurney.

Ettore pulls you down roughly toward his face and sniffs into your hair with deep, long controlled breaths.

You stay very still, your mind telling you to run but unable to respond physically. Frozen in place while Ettore continued to sniff you.

He clamps his hand tighter still on your wrist as he grips the hand cuff with his other hand pulling tightly until the gurney bar snaps out of place.

Your breath hastens as you hear the light jingle of him sliding the handcuff down and off the bar before bringing his newly freed hand to the back of your head gripping your hair tight and pulling your head back.

You can feel the harsh thump of your heart beating in your chest as he drags his nose down the length of your neck, breathing in deeply. You can still faintly hear the sounds of Will struggling against his confinement on the other side of the room as Ettore begins to speak quietly.

"Do I excite you?" He asks as he nips at your neck. You feel a burning heat building in your core. You know you shouldn't. This is a bad man. A man that you should not be anywhere near. Yet you gently nod your head as he smirks at you.

"Hey! Let her alone!" Will desperately attempts to free himself to no avail. The desperation evident in his tone.

Ettore bites into your neck harshly, and you can't help but squeak. "Mmmm," he grumbles into your neck. Shivers of pleasure and fear make their way down your throat and down the length of your spine. He gently licks at the marks he left, the stinging sensation further adding to the heat building in your core.

Will's struggling is echoing throughout the room, and his desperate pleas pull at your heartstrings, seemingly breaking the spell Ettore has cast upon you. You pull yourself away from Ettore and stumble backward a few steps.

Your brain telling you to put as much distance between him and you as possible, your body begging you to return to him.

Ettore looks at you with curiosity and then smirks, swinging his legs over the side of the gurney.

You turn and walk back to Will quickly. "You alright?" He reaches out and gently touches your cheek before turning his head towards Ettore, who is now stalking over to you.

"Let her alone!" Will wraps his free arm around you, clutching you toward his chest. His heart beating loudly against his rib cage. The feeling comforting.

Ettore wraps his arms around your midsection, pulling you towards him while Will swings at him wildly with his free arm.

"I swear I'll kill ya!" He yells, desperately pulling against his restrained wrist.

"She don't want that..... do ya?" Ettore strokes his hand down the side of your body, lightly grazing over every curve and dip, until he reaches the waistband of your scrubs and quickly brings his hand to your heat.

Pleasure shoots straight through your body all the way down to a pleasant tingle in your toes at the touch.

"No," you just barely whisper, leaning your head back against Ettore's shoulder.

Will's mouth drops open in shock. "What?"

He watches as Ettore rubs at your pearl in circles, your head leaning back against his shoulder, your muffled whimpers growing in volume.

A satisfied smirk crosses Ettore's face as he continues pleasuring you while his gaze is fixed on Will.

"Want more?" He growls in your ear, his never-ending staring contest with Will still raging on.

"Yes," you moan more than whisper desperate for more of the delicious friction his hand was providing. Ettore bends you over the gurney, your chest pushed down into a stunned Will's lap. He makes quick work of your scrubs and panties, bringing his hand to the back of your head and yanking you up by the hair.

"Look at him," Ettore growls as he shoves a finger into your cunt, pumping it furiously. "Make him beg for some"

You lift your eyes to meet Will's while wanton moans escape your lips.

Will brings his hand down to your face and gently strokes your cheek with his fingertips. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip. The praise going straight to your heat.

Ettore removes his fingers from you and pulls his own pants down to his mid thighs stroking himself a few times before roughly grasping your hips and shoving his cock inside you all the way to the hilt.

You scream at the sudden intrusion, the pain mixing with pleasure as you feel yourself split open on his girthy length.

"Shhh shhh, you're ok," Will gently coos as Ettore starts to pound into you furiously. Dragging his free hand down your back, his fingernails digging into the skin like an animal marking its territory.

You emit a sound somewhere between a painful screech and a moan while Will takes your face in his hand. Like you were made of glass, his tender touch mixing with the raw animalistic touch of Ettore, causing a swirling of pleasure to radiate up through your stomach.

Will shifts on the gurney, adjusting himself, trying to hide his growing bulge as he watches Ettore take you, all the while providing you with tender words and caresses.

Your mouth hangs open as Ettore roughly drags his cock against your walls battering your insides with reckless abandon. Your eyes connected to Will's as he wipes the tears that stream down your face.

Ettore reaches up and once again grips your hair, yanking your head back.

"You're a little fucking whore aren't ya?" His breathing is labored, each of his thrusts somehow seeming harsher than the last.

"Yes, yes," you whimper your mind blank and fully submissive.

"Then act like one," he grunts as he shoves your head down harshly, your face pushed up against the erection hidden within Will's trousers.

Will looks at Ettore with anger lacing his face.

"You don't have to do anything for me. Don't worry about me. " he pushes Ettore's hand away from the back of your head and caresses the recently abused area with a gentle touch.

"I ... I want to" your voice bounces as Ettore continues to slam into you from behind the skin on your ass going numb from the repeated skin to skin smacking.

"Uhh..." Will's voice is unsteady as you bring your hand up to his bulge, gripping his length over his trousers. He closes his eyes and groans at the pressure, shocks of electricity traveling up his spine.

You pull at the trousers and Will lifts himself up for a moment allowing you to get them down enough to free his cock.

"Only if this is what you want" He says breathlessly as he grips his length tightly the angry red tip leaking pre cum.

"Fuck!" Ettore growls loudly from behind you digging his fingernails into your skin. "Do it you little fucking whore."

At Ettore's demand you take the tip of Will's cock into your mouth swirling your tongue around the tip moaning as you taste the pre cum that has begun to collect there. "Shitttt," Will moans as he pushes your hair out of your face, giving him a better view of you with his cock in your mouth.

Ettore's thrusts grow harder forcing Will's cock further into your mouth as he begins to involuntarily buck his hips. "You're so fucking pretty, so pretty" Will moans stroking the back of your head gently as Ettore's cock continues to roughly spear your cunt and Will's cock batters the back of your throat being pushed further and further until you struggle for oxygen.

Ettore grabs at your ass digging his fingers into the skin before bringing his hand around your hip and rubbing furiously at your pearl.

"Cum you dumb slut. I want to feel you clench around my cock as I fill you up" he snarls like an animal in heat leaning down and biting into the soft skin of your back.

you whimper at the demand and the pain, feeling your climax creep up closer and closer, unable to do anything but succumb to his wishes.

"Let go beautiful," Will whispers pleasure etched across his strong features, his thrusts into your eager mouth growing sloppier by the second.

With his gentle words and Ettore's rough touch, your orgasm wracks your entire frame. You moan loudly in pleasure, eyes rolling back, and legs nearly buckling beneath you.

You hear a loud grunt from behind you as Ettore empties himself into you, his fingernails again digging into the plush flesh of your hips.

Will thrusts into your mouth twice more before he whimpers releasing a salty stream of cum down your throat before collapsing back on the gurney.

Ettore pulls himself from your quivering walls and pulls up his trousers quickly, moving back to his gurney and plopping himself down with a satisfied huff.

Will slowly pulls his softening cock from your mouth pulling your face up towards him and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"You alright?" He asks as he rubs your back soothingly.

You're too winded to speak and can only absent-mindedly nod towards him. He fixed his trousers before leaning over and helping you pull your own bottoms up.

"C'mere," he coos, pulling you onto the gurney with him cuddling you with his free arm.

"You did so good. So, so good, baby. " he kisses your shoulder and gently rubs your hip where Ettore had dug into your flesh.

You jump from the gurney quickly as you hear the deep voices of the guards nearing the door. Running over to Ettore and sliding his cuff back onto the metal bar of the gurney and popping it in place, hoping they wouldn't notice that it is broken.

You fix your hair as quick as you can and wipe the tears out from under your eyes as the door swings open.

"Everything go alright in here?" one of the guards asks, hardly looking at you before moving over to Ettore and unlocking his cuff.

"Yes," you clear your throat, trying to make sure to hide any hint of your dazed and satisfied condition.

"They are both fine and cleared to go back to their cells." You wave your hand towards the door dismissively. Your ultimate goal is to get all of these men out of your exam room immediately.

Ettore is removed first. He says nothing just drags his eyes up and down your frame once more before being dragged out the door.

Will, on the other hand, smiles toward you as he is led out behind him.

"Next time I'm coming alone!" He yells just as the door closes.

You sit down in your chair winded, confused and aching.

"Next time?"

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baller || LN4

summary: lando has a massive crush on one of the wnba’s newest stars and he isn’t afraid to show it

pairing: lando norris x wnba!reader

fc & warnings: nika muhl & suggestive, you are responsible for the content you consume

requested: nope! just trying to get myself back into writing and i love the wnba. will continue with requests soon 🫶🏻

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user1: i’m in love

user2: the most gorgeous girl

jackhughes: looking good

user3: good luck tonight!!!

landonorris: work it girl 😍🤤

maxfewtrell: i knew you’d be here

user5: lando norizz has arrived right on time

user4: when will y/n put lando out of his misery

user6: this vroom vroom man won’t quit

sbird10: making seattle proud y/n!

yourbff: very demure, very mindful, very gorgeous

ynuser: very cutesy

user6: major buckets incoming

user7: fashion ICON

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carlossainz55: since when do you follow basketball……

landonorris: since i met the most beautiful girl in the world at a party and learned she plays professional basketball

carlossainz55: ay dios mio cabron. what party????

landonorris: a party lewis encouraged me to attend in miami. he knows her through modeling or something

carlossainz55: ahh the one party i did not attend! well best of luck to you lando

maxfewtrell: mate i can’t keep defending you

landonorris: you don’t have to defend me 😭

maxfewtrell: do you even know how basketball works?!

landonorris: YES!!!! need i remind you im friends with jimmy butler?! he gave me a crash course

maxfewtrell: well thank god for that

user8: you’re obsessed

user9: i get it lan!! y/n is hot id be thirsting like a freak over her too if i was you

oscarpiastri: has she noticed you yet?

landonorris: besides following me on instagram she has not engaged

oscarpiastri: have you idk….. messaged her???

landonorris: ummm no that would be too much

oscarpiastri: and you hyping up her team on your story and commenting on all of her posts isn’t too much?

landonorris: nope not too much at all

oscarpiastri: 🫠 ok bud

lewishamilton: you’re really trying here huh?

landonorris: 😔 yes

lewishamilton: well it must be your lucky day because she just asked about you

landonorris: WHAT SHE ASKED YOU ABOIT ME?! OHMOGMGOGM

lewishamilton: yes.. she asked if we were going to be spending any time in the US before austin

landonorris: i wasn’t planning on it but if she wants me to i will hop on the first flight

lewishamilton: i told her that i may be and that if she’s curious about you … that she should text you herself 😉

landonorris: i feel faint

user10: love that you’re supporting women’s sports king

user11: you really said i have a crush and it’s now everyone’s problem and i love you for it

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user11: lando you never fail to make the best helmets

quadrant: quadrant on track 🎆

mclarenf1: an iconic helmet for an iconic driver

user12: oh this helmet is so hot

maxfewtrell: ready to cook

user14: is no one going to mention y/n in the likes

ynuser: nice helmet

landonorris: thanks y/n. i made it myself 😉

user14: OMG AHES INTHE COMMWNTS TOO

user15: someone check on lando stat

user16: best day of lando’s life fr

user17: guys we need to be normal about this and be wingmen for lando

user18: so true user17

user18: ynuser lando saves puppies in his free time and was kind enough to lend me his lambo

user19: ynuser lando helped my grandma cross the street!

user22: ynuser lando bought me a house!!

user33: ynuser lando saved a kitten from a burning building!!

maxfewtrell: these comments are killing me 😂

user13: you’re going to win this weekend i just know it

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seattlestorm: gorgeous as always

user9: ugh i’m so obsessed with you

yourbff: how do you manage to make everything look hot

ynuser: you should know bby

landonorris: todays fit is a good fit

ynuser: why thank you lando

landonorris: omg

landonorris: i mean… anything for you y/n

ynuser: anything you say?

landonorris: just about!

ynuser: when are you coming to a game then?

landonorris: i didn’t know i had an invite

ynuser: of course you do!! seeing as that you’re such a big fan and all 😉

landonorris: consider me there

ynuser: you going to invite me to a race?

landonorris: i have a paddock pass with your name on it 😏

ynuser: consider me there

user11: can’t wait to see you cook in the playoffs!!

patriciooward: you gonna come see me or what 🤔

ynuser: i’ll be in the paddock if you will!

patriciooward: HA yes i’ll be there. looking forward to seeing you

user13: f1 and lando brought me here and i have to say im not mad about it

jackhughes: 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

user10: the wnba is lucky to have you!!

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landonorris: quick pit stop to catch the playoffs. the storm are finals bound lfg p1 here they come!

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seattlestorm: it was great to have you join us lando!!

landonorris: thanks for having me!

user14: oh my god it’s happening

maxfewtrell: mate stand up

landonorris: oh i’m up mate don’t even worry

user17: lando taking shooting his shot to the next level

ynuser: thanks for stopping by lanny

landonorris: of course y/n/n, no place i’d rather be

user7: i’m rooting for you guys

user46: you got this lando let’s goooo

user17: she called him lanny im ???

user22: he’s so pretty, she’s so pretty ,, they’re perfect for each other

mclarenf1: we love women’s sports in this house

ynuser: yes we do!!

user33: LETS GO STORM!!!

maxverstappen1: oh did someone get his chance?

landonorris: perhaps

user45: y/nlando truthers unite

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user18: YESSSSSS

user22: i’ve never been so invested in an american sport before

user76: you posting her as if yall together!! you might just be as delusional as me king

oscarpiastri: how is the winning her over going

landonorris: you’d be surprised but i think it’s working!! we’ve gone on 3 dates and talk every day 😭

oscarpiastri: im so proud of you man

mclarenf1: woohooo let’s goooo!!!

maxfewtrell: i thought we agreed you’d post the team photo and not the one of just her

landonorris: she just looked so cute and happy tho

maxfewtrell: but this makes it look like you’re dating

landonorris: i wish we were 😭😭😭

maxfewtrell: i know i know

patriciooward: i put in a good word for you with y/n

landonorris: you are a real one pato

user87: you are a fan girl just like me

user34: the most supportive boyfriend but not boyfriend i’ve ever seen

user19: you’re nothing if not persistent

user77: you posting more about y/n than you do anyone else

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f1gossip: following her first wnba title, y/n was spotted celebrating with friends at a popular nightclub. we received this anonymous intel: “i was in the bathroom and heard a girl loudly talking on her phone. when i realized it was y/n i tried to be chill and not bother her but couldn’t help but over hear her conversation. she said “i wish you were here lando” and “i can’t just fly to mexico to be with you” and “no no no you can’t just fly here right now from mexico” and “ok maybe i could fly to brazil but maybe you should just come here for an extended stay before vegas.” needless to say she was definitely talking to lando and it sounded like they were more than friends!”

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user44: ok hittin us w the invasion of her privacy

user7: oh my god our boy did it - he bagged his baddie

user99: obsessed with him trying to solve her problems and immediately trying to fly to her

user67: hoping if i post really obnoxiously about my celebrity crush they’ll too have no choice but to want me

user1: i can’t believe after the last 5 months of pining he’s actually gotten the girl

user9: i’m not believing nothing until we see if from them

user12: y’all gotta stop speculating about these two

user13: amazing day for annoying people (me)!

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user12: cryptic 🤔

user7: she’s in the paddock 😭😭😭😭

user33: omg shes at the grand prix someone please check on our boy lando

oscarpiastri: was a pleasure meeting you y/n!

ynuser: likewise oscar!! had a great time getting to know you and lily

maxverstappen1: so nice to meet you!! looking forward to you wiping the floor with me when we play that game of padel you promised

ynuser: remember, you told me you’d play basketball with me in exchange!!

maxverstappen1: how could i forget?

user35: adore the fact that max will beg anyone and everyone to play padel with him

user47: i’d love to see max playing basketball 😂

user55: wnba x f1 crossover i never knew i needed

landonorris: hopefully things that happened in vegas can happen outside of vegas too 😉

ynuser: if you play your cards right mr norris 😏

user7: i feel like im interrupting something here

user47: ugh you are always serving so hard in your fits girl

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user17: YOURE ON A DATE!!! WITH Y/N I HOPE

user18: shocked you didn’t tag her mate

maxfewtrell: so you can post a story but not reply to my texts asking how it went??

landonorris: sorry i was busy 😉

maxfewtrell: oh my god.. you sealed the deal?

landonorris: yes i did! say hello to the wnba’s newest wag

maxfewtrell: never doubted you for a second

landonorris: yes you did but it’s ok

ynuser: thank you for a lovely dinner 🤍

landonorris: of course gorgeous 🧡

landonorris: and thanks for giving me a chance 🥹

ynuser: i should be thanking you for your persistence. i’m so glad we met lando

landonorris: likewise y/n/n

user22: i’m screaming and crying and throwing up

carlossainz55: looks like the devotion to basketball is paying off?

landonorris: yes sir it is 😉

user55: queuing that should be me by justin bieber rn

user66: that’s our BOY

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user17: NEVER DOUBTED FOR A SECOND

user6: my bad king , i didn’t realize you had this much game

maxfewtrell: i’m not even allowed to touch your car let alone sit on it

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user17: WE SAW THAT LANDO

user88: lando you naughty boy omg

oscarpiastri: thank god

landonorris: thanks for sticking with me bestie

user43: couldn’t be happier to see this hard launch

ynuser: we are so hot

landnorris: the hottest

seattlestorm: safe to say that we are formula 1 fans now

user83: i’ve never rooted for a couple more than this one

user92: he got the girl, he got the win, he’s got it all. let’s go lando

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[selfloverrrrrr]

The Fallen Angel~

Chapter 2

Masterlist , This Story Masterlist

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

Read the warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report

Warnings : love, fluff, a lot of plots, smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, torture, size difference, fallen angel gojo....

Summary: Gojo Satoru was an angel. But instead of falling in hell accidentally he falls on earth and got a life like humans. Then the story begins....

The privious chapter

We finally reached the garden. But what was that...? All of our eyes widened. We've never seen this in our whole life. There was a man on the ground of our garden. But he wasn't like normal human. He looks like a normal human but it has two big white wings on it's back.

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"Uh... hey...ummm hello? Who are you?" Geto asked. That creature looked towards us. He has the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen. "P-Please.... P-Please don't kill me.... I'm not any monster... P-Please help me" he sobbed looking at Geto. "It's... it's okey we're not gonna kill you..." Geto said. "W-will you help m-me?" That creature asked. "Yes we'll... can you tell us who are you?" Geto asked.

"I-I'm.... I'm an angel....h-he... He threw me out of heaven" the creature said. "Who is he...?" Geto asked. I put a hand on Geto's shoulder. "Geto, I don't think he's in a state to explain everything...we should bring him inside and clean him...he looks injured" I said. Geto nodded.

We bring him inside our house. There were some cuts on his legs. I was cleaning those cuts. Me and Shoko were there and the boys were in the other room discussing something. "So... what is your name?" I asked cleaning those cuts on his legs. "M-my...my name is Gojo Satoru" he said looking at me as if he was scared. "Really?... that's a very nice name!" I said smiling at him. "Thank you" he said smiling in joy. His fear was gone in a second...he was like a child. "Gojo Satoru?... I think I've heard that name before somewhere..." Shoko said. "Where?" I asked. "Tsk... can't remember" she replied.

"yeah... Gojo Satoru is really a nice name" Geto said. We saw Geto, Nanami and Haibara came in our room. There was a knife in Geto's hand. "Can you come here please...we wanna talk" Nanami said. Me and Shoko went to them. "What?" We asked. "We've to cut his wings" Geto whispered. "Wtfff...why??!!!" I asked. "Are you out of your mind?!" Shoko said. "Look try to understand!!! The royal family will kill him if they saw him and find out he's an angel or maybe gonna torture him!!!" Geto said. We all got silent. "But... it'll hurt him" I said. "And if they find out he's gonna get more hurt!!!" Nanami said. Again we all got silent. "Let me do it" Geto said and we'll went to Gojo.

Gojo looked at us with doe eyes. "W-what are you all doing?" He asked. "Nothing...we were talking about help you" Geto said and sit infront of him. "You all gonna help me??" He said it loudly with joy. "Ofcourse we'll" Nanami said who was sitting behind Gojo.

They both grabbed him tightly. "W-what are you doing?" Gojo asked innocently. But when he looked behind he saw a knife on his wings. 'a-are you gonna c-cut my wings...?" Gojo asked looking at Geto with panic. "P-Please don't... please stop" he begged. Geto tried to cut it. "PLEASE NOOOO....STOPPPPP!!!!" Gojo screamed. Geto jabbed on Gojo's Wing but didn't cut off. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" GOJO CRIED OUT. He was crying and sobbing now. "Geto stop!!!" I said and Geto stopped.

As Geto stopped. Gojo immediately got out of their grab and rush towards me. He hugged me. I hugged him back. "It's okey... it's fine" I said. "Please don't cut my wings...it hurts too much" he sobbed. "Don't worry... noone is gonna cut your wings" I said. " But what if the royal family find out??...we have to!" Geto said. Gojo's hug got tight as Geto said that. I can understand he was frightened. "I don't care... we're gonna handle it...you can see it's hurting him...we can't hurt him!!!" I said. "Fine..." Geto Singhed. "It's okey... you heard it... they won't cut your wings " I whispered stroking Gojo's hair. He finally stopped crying.

Chapter 3

[velvetstreets]

R U Mine?

None of the people in my writings portray the actual people I write about! It’s all a work of fiction, I have no idea how they are/act irl.

Warnings: SMUUUTTTT, penetrative sex (f!receiving), swearing, daddy kink, breeding kink, basically Jack claiming reader in every way possible.

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The car was silent as your driver drove you and Jack home from an event. The tension between you two was thick, but you knew relief was close, about 4 minutes away according to google maps. You squeezed your thighs together in anticipation, playing the night back in your head.

“It’s because you didn’t say shit Jack! You basically condemned her behavior? And you expect me not to be mad about that?”

“The fuck was I supposed to say?” He argued.

“Ummm, I don’t know Jack, maybe that you have a fucking girlfriend? Or just tell her not to send her tits to you in general? You cannot be this dense.”

“Ummm, I don’t know Jack, maybe that you have a fucking girlfriend? Or just tell her not to send her tits to you in general? You cannot be this dense.”

“She already knows you and I are together. I don’t know why she sent that shit, but she knows I’m with you. Why should I reply to her and play into her game? She’s just tryna start shit, and it’s clearly working. I just didn’t think you’d eat it up so easily.” He shook his head.

“She already knows you and I are together. I don’t know why she sent that shit, but she knows I’m with you. Why should I reply to her and play into her game? She’s just tryna start shit, and it’s clearly working. I just didn’t think you’d eat it up so easily.” He shook his head.

“Are you serious right now? It’s not about her, it’s about YOU. I expect shit like this from your ex flings, but I expect you to act like my fucking boyfriend! Sometimes I don’t feel like your mine, and I’m yours. Like we’re us.”

“You don’t feel like you’re mine?” Jack whipped his head towards you, the anger that was once on his face, now replaced with confusion and slight shock.

Your alarm went off, signaling it was more than time to leave.

“Fuck. And now we gotta go to this fucking event. Fuck it, whatever. Let’s go, we’re already late.” You sighed, picking up your things and heading for the door.

“No, we’re not done with this.” Jack reached out for your arm, making you halt your footsteps.

“Yes we are. We’re late, and I’m tired of fighting with you Jack, tired of looking at your fucking face right now, asshole.” You looked him dead in the eye.

He grumbled and grabbed his keys from the table before the two of you left.

You and Jack had fought before heading to the event, to which you both had to put on smiles and warm energy- the antithesis of what you were both feeling at the moment. What really pushed you over the edge was the fact that Jack paid no attention to you the entire night. You knew you were technically, partly, in the wrong, but it was due to a misunderstanding between the two of you. Jack had gotten DMs from an old acquaintance that were… sexual, to say the least. He didn’t invite her behavior nor did he condone it, but he didn’t do anything about it. Just left her on read. You were conflicted; on the one hand, you shouldn’t be mad at him, he didn’t ask for any of that attention. However, he didn’t make any definitive moves to make it clear to her that he had a long term girlfriend who he loved and didn’t outwardly reject her advances. You tried to brush past your fight, but he was still tense and annoyed, which just further irritated you, he was acting childish.

As frustrated as you were with him, you couldn’t help but admire how fucking delicious he looked. His hair had grown out a little, which you loved- giving you access to play with his curls mindlessly, as well as tug on them when he ate you out. He wore all black- a mock shirt sleeved turtle neck, with a silk shirt over it and leather pants. Adorning his face were his black rimmed Prada glasses, and around his neck was his diamond Kentucky chain, sparkling in the lights. He looked too fucking good, but you weren’t gonna be the one to cave first.

Unbeknownst to you, Jack felt the same way about you. He was still a little fired up from your fight, but he couldn’t help but steal glances at your appearance. You wore a black silk dress to match with Jack, which hugged your curves perfectly. The hem was low enough just for your breasts to peek out teasingly- and fit you snugly enough to go braless; and the slit on your right side left little to Jack’s imagination as his eyes wandered up your exposed thigh. He wanted nothing more than to rip your dress and fuck you raw on the table in front of all the guests at the venue; but he had a job to do, and because he was still upset, he dove into work mode instead, unintentionally yet very intentionally ignoring you.

You quietly huffed and rolled you eyes every time Jack spoke or tried to initiate any physical touch with you; something that no one took notice of - except Jack. If he was gonna act like this, then so would you. You were perfectly pleasant with everyone you mingled with, continuously downing a few drinks throughout the night, but every time Jack got near you or you heard his voice or even just his name being mentioned, you scoffed.

Finally, Jack had enough with your attitude. He walked over to where you were at the bar.

“Let’s go.” He said calmly, not wanting to attract attention.

“I don’t wanna go yet.” You coldly brushed him off, sipping at your drink.

“We’re leaving Y/N.” Jack grunted, his glasses were now off as he gave you a serious look.

“I don’t give a fuck, you can go, I’m staying.” You rolled your eyes again.

“All you wanna do is fight with me today huh? We’re going home now, cause it seems as if I need to fuck the brat out of you. Car. Now. Y/N.” Jack growled, his tone dripping in frustration and lust. Your core tightened at his words, the alcohol fueling your arousal.

You were now a minute away from Jack’s apartment, and Jack still hadn’t said a word to you; it didn’t matter though, the tent in his pants and the bouncing of his right leg told you everything you needed to know. As the car rolled to a stop outside the building, Jack thanked the driver and then laid his warm palm on your knee, giving it a squeeze.

“Let’s go sweetheart.” His tone sickeningly sweet, but you knew the punishment you were in for.

You and Jack got out the car and he walked around next to you, his hand resting on your hip with a tight grip. You walked into the building, greeting those at reception, and kept moving towards the elevators. It was silent as you rode in the enclosed room, the only sound heard was each other’s breathing.

“Jack-“ you started.

“No. Don’t wanna hear a word out of you unless you’re whining about how good I’m fucking you.” He said sternly, still not looking at you.

It was unusual that Jack wouldn’t make eye contact with you, usually it was the other way around, you wouldn’t always be able to hold his stare; but now he wouldn’t give you a glance.

The elevator opened on your floor, Jack grabbing your hand and pulling you out quickly, the alcohol and the ache from standing in your heels all night made it difficult to keep up with his long strides.

“Keep up darling, if you think you can’t walk now, just wait until the morning.” He seethed, opening the apartment door, signaling for you to enter. The door closed behind him, and he started to take his chain off, ripping it off in frustration.

“Bedroom. Right fuckin’ now. And I swear to fucking god if you’re not naked in the next 2 minutes Y/N-“ he growled. You bit your lip, core clenching at his tone as you proceeded to quickly run to your shared bedroom.

You tore your dress off, followed by your panties, leaving you just in your heels. You sat on the bed to take them off, before Jack’s voice stopped you.

“Leave ‘em on.” He said, his tone dark as he leaned against the doorframe. You swallowed hard as his dark demeanor walked before you, towering over your frame. You scooted to the middle of the bed and laid down, anticipation burning at your core, not knowing what Jack had in store for you.

Jack grabbed a black tie that was laid across the end of the duvet; thrown on the bed in a careless manner when he was putting together his outfit earlier, and walked towards the head of the bed, taking your wrists and tying them tight against the headboard. “Since you wanna be such a fucking brat, the only way I’ll get you to listen to me is if I tie you down, like a slut. That’s what you are, ain’t you baby?” He taunted you, pulling on the tie again to make sure it was secure.

“You’re the fuckin’ slut.” You spit at him.

“Awww, that ain’t how you supposed to talk to Daddy now, is it?” He kept mocking you, walking to the end of the bed while unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it out of sight. His toned arms were now on display, accentuated by his white undershirt as he bent down to grab at something you couldn’t see. The way his stomach flexed his fit figure through his tank made your core clench. You were desperate to see all of him, and you knew he would drag this out before he got undressed.

You let out a whine as you finally saw what it was he was looking for; a spreader bar. Jack smirked as he uncuffed the cuffs, slipping an ankle through each one, strapping you in securely. Your stomach was swirling with excitement and lust.

“Jack-“ you said in a breathy tone.

“What’d I say?” He questioned you, ceasing his actions to look up at you, icey blue eyes staring into yours. You were silent, knowing it was gonna be worse if you spoke.

“Oh, now you start to listen to me? Filthy fuckin’ girl, ain’t you?” He chuckled to himself, before abruptly adjusting the bar so your legs spread as far as they could. You felt a delicious burn run through your thighs, the feeling of you being pulled apart for Jack to devour you drove you crazy.

He crawled on top of you, eyes burning through yours, your breath shaky as his was calm.

“I’m gonna fuck you until you cry, until you can understand that you’re mine, and I’m yours.” He muttered.

He leaned down to your ear, his hot breath fanning over the skin.

“Safe word?” His tone was now gentler.

“Peaches.” You whispered.

“Good girl.” He smirked, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before his dark demeanor returned. Jack climbed off of you, and stood at the end of the bed, admiring the sight of you.

Another mischievous chuckle left his mouth, eyes darkening as he knelt down in front of your legs.

“So pretty..” he muttered, his fingers tracing your feet in your heels, up your legs and thighs. You shivered as your core clenched around nothing, goosebumps erupting all over your skin. “Such a shame you’re so bratty.”

Without warning, Jack drove his face into your pussy, messily licking, sucking, eating you out.

“Fuck, Jack!” You cried out, your pussy finally being tended to after hours of tension. He was relentless, eating you like it was his last meal. 

“Shit, shit- oh god!” you gasped, squirming in his grip, wrists pulling against his tie, knees buckling slightly inwards; the spreader bar resisting your movements. 

Jack hummed against your clit, inwardly laughing at your desperation. Continuing to suckle your nub, he worked two fingers inside your pussy, a soft squelching noise echoing the room. He released your clit with a small ‘pop’, and you let out a whine in response. His fingers continued to thrust in you, back and forth, the pads of his fingers curling and rubbing against that perfect spot.

“Oh fuck- yesyesyes” you moaned out, your fingernails making small crescents in your palms as you tightly made fists; rutting your hips to meet Jack’s thrusts with his fingers, your orgasm so close you could almost taste it. And then suddenly it stopped.

You let out a broken whine as your eyes flashed open, forehead creased in confusion and agony.

“W-why? I was almost there?” You groaned.

“Only good girls get to cum. And I’m still dealing with a whiny brat.” Jack said, lightly brushing his fingers against your clit, making you shiver in horny desperation. You heard him chuckle before meeting his eyes as he licked your essence off his fingers. “You do taste so fucking phenomenal though. Always do.” He said honestly.

“Fuck, Jack…” you exhaled.

“What baby? Tell me what you want.”

“Stop teasing.” You snapped at him, impatient.

“Now, now angel” he tsked, “that’s not how good girls talk. Try again sweetheart.” His hands now groping and massaging your hips and thighs.

“I- please..” you trailed off weakly.

“C’mon mamas, use your big girl words like you did earlier. Tell Daddy what you want. What you need.”

“Need you to fuck me Jack. Please. I can’t take it anymore-“ you begged.

Jack smirked and stood up, removing his clothes until he was fully naked. His thick cock stood tall, dripping with precum, making your mouth water. He climbed on top of you, slotting himself between your aching spread legs.

“Yeah? You want me? Cause a couple hours ago you couldn’t stand to look at me.” He teased, leaving sloppy kisses down your neck and onto your chest; his dick sliding against your folds, tip deliciously bumping into clit.

“Didn’t mean it. W-was pissed at you. I didn’t mean it, I don’t mean it.” You told him breathlessly.

Jack lifted his head from your neck and brought you into a soft, passionate kiss, causing you to moan in his mouth.

“S’okay baby.” He chuckled. “Know you didn’t mean it. Gonna fuck you so good, the only name you’ll remember is mine. Cause I’m yours; only yours.” He cooed in your ear as he slowly sunk into you.

You let out a satisfied cry, his dick stretching your walls out deliciously, you felt every curve, every vein of him, filling you perfectly.

“Fuck.” He exhaled. “This pussy always swallows me whole. Just like that mouth of yours.” He chuckled darkly before bringing you into a hot kiss. Jack angled your hips and started to fuck you into oblivion, his grip on you tight as he nipped your neck with teeth while you cried out in euphoria.

“I’ve never wanted anyone more than I’ve wanted you.” He began. “I have you, and I still desperately want you like you’re gonna slip away from me tomorrow.” He grunted in your ear as he continued to fuck you senseless. You wanted to respond, but all you could manage to let out were moans and cries, his cock pushing up against your g-spot.

Jack’s thumb pushed in-between your bodies to rub at your clit. The newly added sensation made your eyes roll back, brokenly whining out at the restrains you were in. You wanted to touch him, dig your nails into his skin, get increasingly closer to him. Luckily for you, Jack felt the same and decided to untie your hands, but he left the spreader bar as is.

“Fuck yes, Jack- oh my fucking god.” You moaned.

“I am so fucking hopelessly yours Y/N. You see that baby? Look at em, open your eyes.”

You managed to lift your eyelids and look at what Jack was talking about. The two astronaut necklaces you wore were now attached at the magnet as Jack hovered over you, grinding his hips against yours.

“I’m completely and utterly lost without you. I’m miserable even if I’m having a good day, until I see your face again. I’m yours. You’re mine.” He told you, ice blue eyes never leaving yours.

“I love you. So fuckin’ much, beautiful. You’re my girl. My everything.” He slowed his rhythm down, gently rocking into you as he kissed your neck, up along your jaw, where he made his way to your lips.

“I love you too, Jack. So, so much. So much, baby.” You felt the pent up anger from before, flow away from your body as you craved to be closer and closer to him, you wanted to live in his goddamn skin you loved him so much. Jack gently shushed you, kissing you softly before pressing his forehead against yours, looking down between you.

“They’re made for each other, just like we are. See?” He signaled down to your necklaces again, until your vision focused and saw what he really meant; his cock slick with your sex, slowly thrusting in and out your pussy. You clenched at the sight, letting out a soft whine, and Jack groaned at you tightening around him.

“Jesus fucking Christ, do that again baby.” His movements speeding up again. You clenched around him again and he let out a hot moan that made you shiver. Jack’s thrust grew quicker and quicker, the warm tight coil in your stomach tightening.

The smell of sex filled the bedroom, your feet aching at your heels and the restraint of the spreader bar, you were so close to cumming you felt tears slip the corner of your eyes.

“Aw sweetheart, you gonna cum? Yeah, angel?”

“Yes Jack, fuck-“ your nails dug into his back as you cried out.

“I’m yours Y/N. Yours. Gonna let me make you mine indefinitely? Will you let me pretty girl?” His tone was stern, but his words soft as he looked in your eyes.

“Fuck yes, I’m yours -do it, do it Jack, claim me.” You begged him as you wrapped your legs around him tighter.

His hips snapped faster, his high, and yours approaching quickly. “So fucking tight baby. This pussy is mine, m’gonna stuff you full with my cum, and you’re not gonna let any of it out, right princess? Gotta keep it safe for me, safe for Daddy yeah? Gonna make sure you get pregnant tonight; can’t wait to watch you grow our kid inside you, have everyone know I did that to you, have my kid, make you my wife, and then fuck you again and again, as many times and as many kids as you want baby.”

That’s all it took for you to be pushed over the edge. You let out a pornographic moan as your orgasm crashed over you. You felt like you were body was being electrocuted in the best way; as you were falling in a pit of euphoric bliss. You’re orgasm triggered Jack’s as you squeezed around his cock at a suffocatingly tight pressure, feeling his hot spurts of cum paint your walls. He let out a hot moan, grunting as he thrusted his final thrust into you.

The room was silent except for yours and Jack’s heavy breathing. Sweat slowly traveled down his hairline into yours, your skin hot and sticking to each other as the two of you were enveloped in an overwhelming level of body heat. Jack’s full weight rested against you, his chest hair lightly stretching your chest, his lips, finding yours again, softly kissing you before smattering kisses all over your face.

Jack’s hand came up and intertwined with yours as you both laid there.

“I love you, and I’m fucking stupid. I’m sorry.” He finally spoke, removing his face from your neck, laying it on your shoulder.

“Don’t say that about yourself. You’re not stupid, Jack. You were wrong, but so was I. We both were.” Your free hand came up to play with his curls as you placed a kiss to his sweaty forehead.

“Still, you’re right; I should have said something. Shouldn’t have opened her message in the first place. I’ll block her.” He exhaled, nuzzling into you.

“You don’t have to do that. Matter’fact, I have a better idea.” You looked down at him with a sly grin.

You grabbed his phone and fiddled with it, before typing a little.

“Enough about her. I’m not done with you, babygirl.” He growled, kissing down your body before settling between your legs, hungrily nipping at your inner thighs before delving into your pussy, face first.

You bit your lip, struggling to contain a moan, before breaking out a small smile. You looked down at your boyfriend before snapping a pic.

@jackharlow: he’s busy babe. Go bother someone else.

Attached was a picture of Jack eating you out, his grip on your hips tight and desperate, while he ate you out relentlessly.

You moaned loudly as his tongue worked his magic on you, tossing his phone to the ground before surrendering yourself completely to his assault of pleasure on your body.

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I'm here to defend Pacciofinn's honor here is my essay and breakdown as to why pacciofinn is actually a banger ship

(*ummm going back after writing this entire thing, this ended up becoming mainly a carpaccio character analysis with some additional yaoi on the side but please by all means read it anyways)

(**Also disclaimer this is my own interpretation of the characters and their relationship. If you don't agree then you're wrong it is what it is 😔 I'm not the author so I can't tell you that I am completely right either even if I am. Additionally, warnings for spoilers in this essay)

I think to understand pacciofinn you'd have to understand Carpaccio as a character because I do think that people do like to paint him as just a Bad Guy or a bully and I'm not going to say he doesn't have his flaws because. He does. He's first presented as an asshole who hurts people weaker than him but his character isn't as simple as just "a bad guy"

To start off with, Carpaccio was born and immediately chosen by the Healing Cane. As such, he's basically been held to a pedestal his entire life, always doing what he wants and always being allowed to do what he wants because of his potential.

In addition, it's important to note that he can't feel pain. He has never felt pain a day in his life and idk how else to tell you this but clearly this has fucked him up greatly although he may not be aware of it

In order to understand Carpaccio, you'd have to understand his relationship with pain. Essentially, Carpaccio does not know what pain is. He knows what it is in theory, he knows that people can feel it and it is allegedly bad and painful, but how could he understand what "painful" is if he never felt pain?

To Carpaccio, pain is nothing more than a weapon. He is aware that others are hurt because of it, but he can't make the connection as to why this pain is so bad that they can't stand it, because he's never felt it himself.

It's likely he underestimates how pain feels, and this creates some sort of mentality in which he views others as inherently weaker than him because pain to him is truly not that bad. Because he can't feel it. He can't empathize

On the topic of empathy. You hesitate to hurt others because you know how it feels to be hurt, you understand the basic feeling of pain—there is basically almost no one on earth that hasn't felt pain because pain is a warning from your body to avoid certain things.

But if someone has never felt pain before, not only will they be reckless with their body, they will be reckless with other's safety. To them, there is no consequence to injury, and they cannot fathom the pain of others to care enough to take it into consideration.

Simply put, Carpaccio has never had to face the conquences of his actions. He's never felt the pain of stabbing himself, and due to the fact that he's chosen by the Healing Cane, he likely does not face any normal consequences for the trouble he causes others either due to his actions

This has in turn greatly stunted his emotional capabilities, however that doesn't mean that he lacks them. Carpaccio knows to respect people that he acknowledges are stronger than him, he knows his place. He's divided the world into the weak and the strong, and the only way he can "empathize" with the world is to empathize with the strong.

He understands the feeling of having power over others, he understands the feeling of superiority, of arrogance and confidence. These are the only emotions he Can connect with because he's never been on the side of the weak, he's never felt threatened or hurt.

Also, you have to keep in mind that this society is heavily focused around the concept of the weak and the strong.

The magicless are weak and should be rid of, the strong are ranked by their lines and strength. It should be no surprise that Carpaccio's apathy to the suffering of the weak is initially a core character trait of his, considering his own situation and the society he lives in.

So, so far we've established Carpaccio's base character before any character development. But the good stuff comes after

During his fight with Finn, he's made it clear that Finn disgusts him because he assumes that Finn got in due to his brother's influence (which is not the case). He hates people who put in effort knowing that they will never succeed, because he cannot understand their struggles.

This goes back to empathy and sympathy. Carpaccio has never had to put much effort into anything to get to where he is, and it's not that he's never put in effort into anything at all, but it's not quite the same. I'm sure that he puts effort into his research, but in general, he's never been "weak" enough to face a situation where he will fail.

Also, he was "chosen". All his life, he's been told that he was "chosen", and that's why he is where he is. In this world, there's a heavy emphasis on being chosen by magic or gods or whatever. To Carpaccio, the strong and the weak are determined by them being chosen. Those who were not chosen have no chance of being strong because they weren't chosen to be strong, it's simple.

It also goes to show his logic. Carpaccio's view of the world is so black and white and simple, that he comes off as almost childish. He doesn't have any grasp on how his actions may affect others, and even if he's told so, he can't...connect the dots.

If he hurts someone, then he hurts them. He can't make the connection as to why it would be bad because he was chosen and they were not. He's strong, so he has the right to disregard them.

Because his worldview is made up of the weak and the strong, he thinks that effort is wasted on the weak, and they should stay where they are. He doesn't understand what it means to feel helpless, he doesn't understand why the weak would want to be strong, and he's happy with the status quo he's created in his mind.

This is also why he directly states that people who never succeed and still try their hardest bother him the most. Why does it bother him? Why is someone trying to overcome the position they were born in bother him the most? We can only assume that it is because he views them as a threat.

Someone that challenges his way of thinking and all of his ideologies is something he despises because it is a hit at his own status as someone who was chosen. There's also the fact that he probably just finds them pathetic, because he knows that they'll never amount up to him, and he doesn't want to risk thinking about if they could.

But also, when it comes to pain, Carpaccio does want to feel it. How could he not? It's the one thing in his life that he's never felt, it's his greatest weapon, and yet he doesn't know what it feels like. He can't imagine what it feels like.

Being able to feel pain is the one thing that he cannot understand, so of course he'd want to know about it. However, he's split the world into the strong and the weak, and he's deemed those who are strong to be the only people capable of giving him the pain he wants.

That is why he doesn't like dealing with people he considers weak--they basically don't exist to him. They can't help him get what he wants, and as far as Carpaccio is aware, they're basically a waste of space. Which is a really fucked up and a detached view of the world tbh but on that topic...

Carpaccio himself says that he sees the world as a haze. There is no one he can connect to, no one he can understand completely, and no one who understands him. What he seeks is pain, but beyond that pain, perhaps he doesn't realize it, is a want for connection.

When Mash finally beats the shit out of him, he's finally able to empathize with the weak for the first time in his life. Or rather, perhaps he's beginning to understand that his worldview was kinda fucked up, and the world is not nearly as black and white as he thought.

When Carpaccio is hurt, for the first time in his life he instinctively knows what "hurt" is. This phrase—"it hurts"—repeats in his mind over and over again, and it's really just proof that he's still human as much as he's come to think of himself as above that.

He's reminded of his own humanity, and along with the pain that he can instinctively recognize, comes feelings of fear. He describes pain to be awful and frightening, and for the first time in his life, he can finally empathize with his peers, with everyone that he's ever hurt, because he now understands feelings of pain.

Carpaccio's apathy stems from a place from lack of empathy, but now that he can empathize, the first thing he thinks about is how much he put Finn through. Carpaccio is barely just learning how to understand other people, and the first thing he realizes is how severely fucked up it was that he did all of that to Finn.

These feelings turn into ones of disbelief—because he can't comprehend how someone can endure something so frightening for someone else's sake. As far as we know, Carpaccio is a very selfish person. He does things for his own interest and his own gain.

To endure things for others is unfathomable, and to endure pain, which he now knows to be awful and frightening, is probably just...baffling. Finn is enduring all these terrible things, and it's not even for himself.

Finn has outmatched Carpaccio in terms of endurance and character, and even Carpaccio himself admits to it at the end of the battle because as arrogant as he was, the moment he felt his first taste of pain, he had instantly lost. Like, he didn't even try to get up

He could not continue to fight, even for his pride, simply because...pain was scary.

So what I feel like a lot of people miss is that Carpaccio is the way he is because of the circumstances that he was born in that led him to have a twisted view of the world, but the moment he's able to feel human, when he's able to feel pain and fear, he becomes a lot more normal than you'd think.

(It's not an excuse for his behavior of course, but it is a huge part of his characterization that I feel like people tend to forget.)

After the battle, you can see he's now on good terms with Max, who he formerly beat up. Although it's not explicit, it's kind of implied that he's changing for the better, because Carpaccio is someone who categorizes the weak and the strong, so he would never become friendly with those he considers "weak".

However, by hanging out with Max who he formerly beat up, it goes to show that his perspective is changing. Perhaps his viewpoints haven't instantly changed, but he's seeing strength in those he considers weak, and he's able to properly start forming connections.

In the Mashle fanbook, in Carpaccio's relationship chart, it's pretty hard to translate but there is a specific note towards Finn that basically is him admitting to being impressed with Finn. Like yes Mash did beat him, but he acknowledges that it was Finn's victory as well. Even in the actual battle, his last thoughts regarding the situation were not of Mash, but of Finn and how Finn beat him.

SO WHAT IM TRYING TO SAY AFTER THIS WHOLE GODDAMN ESSAY IS THAT pacciofinn would not be toxic okay 🥺</33 Carpaccio has changed for the better and he actually views Finn positively !!! He did not come out of that fight as a static character, he's had growth !!

It is unfair to his character to say that he'd treat Finn badly or he'd continue to be an asshole even after everything because the thing is that Carpaccio has finally solved his biggest issue. He's finally able to understand people around him, and his research about pain only goes to show that he is interested in people around him now.

He is interested in knowing people and understanding pain in a way that does not mean hurting them and he just happens to be really emotionally constipated and awkward while he's at it </333 like really have u seen him. get a load of his guy

not a damn thought going through that brain of his does he look like he can express normal love and affection and care in a not weird and cryptic (affectionate) manner to u. the last time we saw him smiling it looked wrong on his face.

it looked so wrong that I swore the entire fandom collectively wiped it from their brains and forgot he knew how to smile hence they write him off as a cold asshole incapable of expressing joy as if he isnt like 16 years old and learning emotions for the first time in his life like a newborn deer but anyways whatever im not salty about that why would you think that

This was supposed to be a pacciofinn defense essay but I feel like 90% of the reason why ppl hate pacciofinn is because they don't get Carpaccio's character. Im so okay with ppl hating the ship but I get so petty when its because they mischaracterize Carpaccio like if you can admit that Carpaccio wouldn't mistreat Finn if they got into a relationship and still dislike the ship then okay youre good idc but to EVERYONE ELSE its on sight

Okok but besides from the character analysis, can we take a moment to think about how. Carpaccio's magic allows him to transfer his pain to others and his whole deal is that he can't feel pain and also he's like confident and the top of the grade or whatever.

And meanwhile Finn is unconfident and barely made the cutoff for Easton and his magic allows him to switch places of stuff he wants but MOST IMPORTANTLY his magic has the ability to heal !!!!! THEY R LIKE...FOILS.....YEAH...SO REAL

It also makes it more thematically better that they ended up going head to head and it was Finn(ft. Mash)'s victory like Finn is just living proof of everything Carpaccio doesn't believe in and now he's forced to believe in it.

I also think it's important to consider that Carpaccio acknowledges it to be Finn's win instead of thinking further abt Mash because here's the thing: Mash is the main character. He's magicless, yes, but he also possesses a large amount of power already.

He is, in all sense of the word, "strong". He doesn't let his status as someone without magic deter him from his goals (and that's what makes him so good but this is not a Mash appreciation essay so I'll have to leave that for next time but I love Mash)

Finn on the other hand, is what really embodies Carpaccio's perception of someone "weak". He's not particularly strong in magic, and he's also not physically strong either. He gets scared easily, and he's not so brash that he can confidently jump into battle like the rest of his friends. He needs help, he can't win on his own. But despite this, he had the courage to stand up to Carpaccio.

And by the end of the manga, Finn has acquired 2 lines. The person Carpaccio had considered "weak" went far beyond his expectations and now they have the same amount of lines. However, Carpaccio's respect for Finn did not begin after he acquired 2 lines, but before that when he still had only 1 line and that is so important to me

I don't know where I'm going with this um sorry but to conclude I think you guys should care abt pacciofinn they r so silly to me theyre just two little guys i want them put into a blender

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accidentally in love

Based off of Accidentally in love by counting crows!!

warnings: drinking, swearing a little bit

my first piece!!! It’s not that great, just wanted something to put out and was bored this morning so decided to write this. Let me know what you guys think and if you have any requests!

Summary: Luke and y/n have known each other for as long as they can remember. What happens one summer night when y/n finds Luke awfully close to a girl? I mean they are only just friends… right?

Overview of Luke and y/n relationship

Luke and y/n have been friends since they were born; as Ellen and Julie (y/n mom) were roommates in college. By some weird coincidence Jim and Allan (y/n dad) had been childhood best friends. This has caused them to grow up across the street from each other. If you think about it, it’s destiny really. Anyways, Luke and y/n always say they are “platonic soulmates” but who are they trying to fool with the use of the word platonic? It’s definitely not any of their family members so themselves and eachother must be the ones they are trying to convince their feelings are strictly platonic..

It was a perfect boat day, the sun was warm and shining and the water was a perfect mix between cold and warm, but refreshing nonetheless. Y/n was sitting next to Luke with her legs stretched out in his lap, his hands atop them, Quinn driving, with jack, Trevor, cole and Alex fighting over who gets to wakeboard next and who gets aux. Jack happened to win both of those arguments somehow. Jack had been saying he was going to be throwing a little party tonight since it was the first week everyone was officially back at the lake. “Jack your parties always end with something bad happening” Y/n mentioned. Jack shot her a look of disbelief. “Ummm last time I checked nothing bad has ever happened to me at one of them, only the rest of you idiots”. In reality jack was right, at his first party Quinn’s girlfriend broke up with him over text. The next, Trevor broke the glass sliding door. The one last summer, the cops showed up and kicked everyone out because it was too loud but jack wasn’t around at that moment so Luke said he was in charge and ended up getting a fine. “I’m gonna bring the boat back we should start getting stuff for tonight and getting ready” Quinn told the group. A string of okays came from everyone. Y/n pov:

Right when the boat docks everyone runs off to go get ready for tonight. Luke and I go to our room- yup we share a room but I mean all best friends do… right? Our room has two full size beds but last summer we pushed them together to make a mega bed. Now it’s really no secret that I’ve been hopelessly in love with Luke for as long as I can remember. Everyone knows it. Sometimes if Luke talks about another girl or if he is talking to one and myself or anyone sees it they shoot me a look of pity. I mean it’s pathetic really, being in love with your best friend since you were legit born and not even being able to tell him. I mean we’ve done everything together our whole lives, I even went to umich for him. There’s times that I think that maybe just maybe we could be something more but every time, wannabe frat boy Luke screws it up and flirts with a girl in front of me or talks about a girl in front of me. I mean it’s not his fault- he has no idea. I was listening to some music before the door swung open and in came Luke “kit, you wanna take a shower first or should I? Or we could save water and shower together” Luke shot me a wink while wiggling his eyebrows. Kit is a nickname the three boys gave me when we were 5 because I loved cats and anytime I saw one whether it be a picture or in person I would shout kit as loud as I could. I may act like I hate it but I love it, I think of it as some form of love. “shut up Luke, you shower first get away from me.” I say while giggling and hoping my face doesn’t betray my words by getting red and hot from the blush I so desperately am trying to hide. “Whatever you say kit” he says as he comes closer to me to give me a hug. The second we hug our song starts to play. So she said, "What's the problem, baby?" What's the problem? I don't know Well, maybe I'm in love (love) Think about it every time I think about it Can't stop thinking 'bout it

The second the song starts to play Luke starts twirling me around, spinning me in his arms. Little does he know this song is literally describing my life. Ugh how I hate Luke hughes for making me feel this way. ~time skip to later that night when jacks party is in full swing~

so far jack has made me take 3 shots of some nasty tequila he’s only drinking to look cool in front of girls and other guys. I’ve had 2 seltzer’s also so far so I’m starting to feel tipsy, keep in mind I’m not much of a drinker I prefer to smoke if I’m being honest. I haven’t seen much of Luke for the past hour, which if I wasn’t tipsy I would probably be freaking out but right now I’m having a good time. Until I look over to the backyard and see some girl with her chest pressed against Luke and his arm around luke… my Luke. I could A.) go outside and cause a scene or B.) just go find some guy to flirt with. Both options aren’t great because the first one I would definitely embarrass myself and have Luke be mad at me and the second, well I’m not the best at talking to guys. Now I’m no Virgin Mary but definitely not experienced enough to be confident in talking to or hooking up with a guy. Except for one guy, Trevor. Trevor has flirted with me since the day I met him. I always flirted back to the best of my ability but in reality he knows how I feel about Luke and I know that he will never compare to Luke, but what’s the harm in trying to make Luke jealous? “heyy trev” I say while going into his side forcing his arm to go around me. “What’s up kit? You having fun? Sure sounds like it” he says with a low laugh. “I am but I need your help with something” “Anything for you kit” as those words leave his lips I feel heat rush to my face. Must be the alcohol. “Can you help me try and make Luke jealous, he’s talking to a girl outside right now and I can’t stand to watch it” I say as I can feel tears brimming my eyes. “Of course I can, you know I love to get on all of the hughes’ nerves.” He definitely has a point there. Trevor and I take two more shots for “good luck” as we go outside. I see the girl talking to Luke and she’s beautiful, beautiful like she just stepped out of vouge. My body starts to feel hot with jealousy, I turn to Trevor and he’s sitting down in an Adirondack chair by the fire so I take a seat on his lap, facing him. Trevor’s hands rest on my hips, again I can’t tell if it’s the alcohol or not but Trevor is looking really good right now. Until I hear the sound of accidentally in love playing from the speakers and hear Luke come up to Trevor “Hey have you seen y/n our songs on” I turn around and all of a sudden Luke’s body tenses, fists clenched and eyes flash an emotion I’ve only seen a few times, something like anger or jealousy even, there’s no way he’s jelaous I thought.

“Oh hey Lu” I say innocently while in the background all that can be heard is

“Well, baby, I surrender To the strawberry ice cream Never ever end of all this love Well, I didn't mean to do it But there's no escaping your love, oh”

Luke grabs my arm and leads me up the stairs to our room. “What the hell do you think your doing y/n” Luke says, face red with anger. “Luke what is your problem” now I’m getting angry. Why is it okay for him to be all over other girls but I’m with one guy WHO WE KNOW and it’s a problem? “Why were you all up on Trevor’s lap like some kind of —“ he stops himself. “Some kind of what Luke? Tell me” He shoots me a look as if I am the one who just implied he was a slut. I go to try and walk out of the door when Lukes arm reaches out and grabs me. “why were you sitting on his lap you only ever sit on mine” Luke says looking defeated. Why am I starting to feel bad? “I just was talking to him and that’s how we were sitting, I don’t know Lu” “we’re you going to hook up with him?” The question lingers in the air. Was I? I mean Trevor’s hot and all but I only really have eyes for Luke but like I said Luke is never gonna happen he doesn’t even have feelings for me. “I don’t know, I mean if something happened I wasn’t gonna stop it.” Luke just dead stares at me. “You can’t hook up with Trevor, you just can’t.” “I can hook up with whoever I want to Luke”

He takes a step closer to me so now we’re only an inch apart. My body feels like it’s on fire, looking up at him with the soft glow of the moon outside he looks like an angel. Ugh What am I saying I’m supposed to be pissed at him right now. “Luke I” Within a second Luke’s lips are on mine. For a moment everything seems right, our lips fit perfectly together like a missing puzzle piece to the old puzzle you’ve had for years and you’re only missing that one piece, when finally you find it in the most blatant of spots. We pull apart and when I open my eyes Luke is smiling at me. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long kit.” He says as this thumbs are rubbing across my cheeks. “Lu can I tell you something?” “Anything.” “I think I accidentally fell in love with you a long time ago.” I say and Luke’s smile gets even bigger if that was even possible. “I think I accidentally fell in love with you a long time ago too.”

“I'm in love, I'm in love I'm in love, I'm in love I'm in love, I'm in love Accidentally

Come on, come on Spin a little tighter Come on, come on And the world's a little brighter Come on, come on Just get yourself inside her love I'm in love”

[warmaidensrevenge]

It's not a never.

Pairings: Eddie x fem!best friend Plus size reader

A/N: Happy Sunday loves. Here I present the final part in this series. It's a bit steamy if you ask me. So ready your naughty bits. As always thanks for reading. Please feel free to share and comment your thoughts. It really gives me a boost of dopamine that I crave. So anything is awesome. Kay love ya. Byyyyyeeee.

I do not give permission for my work to be posted anywhere else. Please respect all creators. Also, all pictures and songs are from a Google search and found on Spotify. A huge thank you and credit to the original posters and artists.

Word count: 3,824

Warnings: 18+ No minors please. Angst, language, sexual implications, sexual situations, p&v, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex and mentions of alcohol use. Not proof read

Part 4: Right now

Summary: Time goes by. But feelings still remain.

The farewell was in fact unbearable. It hurt Eddie like hell. But what hurt the most was a year after. College life became hectic for you. Which caused letters and phone calls to lessen. 

Then the guys got a big break. It was a small record label with very little rapport. But it was one he had a good feeling about. They made a deal for one full album and a few shows to promote it. 

It was a very busy year that turned into two. Then three.

Before any of them knew it, they were playing sold out shows. 

Things were working out. His dreams were coming true. But he never forgot about that girl with the sweet little smile. Though it has been some time since he saw it. He was fortunate enough to see it again one summer night in that third year.

The band was performing at one of their favorite places one hot night. They loved it because it was on a rooftop. Where they could see most of the city.

Tonight though, Eddie could only focus on the pretty girl with the small smile he almost forgot if it weren't for the prom picture he kept in his wallet.

The second the set was over, he jumped off the stage and ran to you. Obviously dodging the groupies and fans asking for autographs.

You yelped when he embraced you. Surprised when he picked you up a little.

“ Oh shit! I can't believe this!” He said when he planted you back down. 

You giggled. “Hi Eddie.”

He leaned back a little and grinned like crazy. “ When did-” He was cut off by the rest of his buddies.

He took a few steps back to let everyone have their turn with you. To be honest he needed the minute to get over the shock of seeing you. 

One thing led to another and you guys went out for drinks then ended up back at their apartment.

The whole night you guys were hanging off each other. Loving glances were shared and every word you said sounded like a love spell to him. And that didn't end when it was just you two.

Everyone else went to bed and he wasn't tired at all. So why end the night? Who knows when he was gonna see you again.

“ Ehem. So Eddie?” You said, putting your half empty glass on the coffee table. “ How many times do I have to squeeze your thigh to get you to kiss me?”

He laughed nervously.

You gave him a sexy sly grin. “ Common I've been flirting with you all night.”

He cleared his throat and smirked while you moved closer to him. It was true. You were flirting. He was too. And he shouldn't have. 

You reached up to move his bangs to the side. After you rested your hand much closer to his genitals. 

He quickly put a hand on yours. Just in case you decided to touch him further. “ Ummm…” he mumbled and met your beautiful eyes.

If things were different, he wouldn't question a damn thing and take you right here and now. Maybe even on the floor and the kitchen counter. Definitely fuck you in the shower and again on his bed. But he couldn't.

He exhaled. “ I'm kinda seeing someone.”

You practically jumped back. Pulling your hand away in the process. He could see how red you were getting from embarrassment.

“ Crap! Ed- I'm…uhhhh I'm sorry. I should go.”

You stood up and without thinking he grabbed your arm and stood up too.

“ No! I mean. Please don't go.”

You looked at him and shook your head. “ No I should. I've embarrassed myself enough for a lifetime.”

You tried to go but he gently pulled you back and cupped the sides of your face. 

“ Common kid. Don't be embarrassed. I was flirting too.” He hung his head a little. “ I shouldn't have but…it's you.”

He felt your warm soft hands on his. Making him meet your eyes. 

“ Eddie I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come and -”

“ No. You did nothing wrong. It was me. I should've said I was seeing someone sooner…but seriously, don't go. I-I've missed you…So fuckin much.”

You bit your lip and nodded. “ Okay. But you have to sit on the other side of the couch.”

He dropped his hands and held onto yours. “ Yeah, or I'm gonna have to make a phone call and become single.”

Your eyes widened. “ I'm flattered, but probably don't do that.”

You both grinned at one another before returning to the couch. Talking until the sun came up.

For Eddie it was heartbreaking saying goodbye to you that next morning. You were still that funny, sweet, affectionate girl from highschool. You were still the person he could talk to for hours without a care in the world. And he remembered the love that he still had for you. 

What he learned last night was that you were so busy with school that you didn't have time to date. He also found out that college was much harder than you thought it was gonna be. So hard that you changed your major twice.

Eventually, you found something you really saw yourself doing. Career wise that is. And he was happy for you. Just like how you were happy for him and the guys. 

Still, there was still something between you two. Something he wished he could explore. Something that just flowed with you. It was as if you guys picked up from where you left off.

It irked him. It bothered him so much that he actually opened up to his girlfriend about it. 

At first she was quiet, then she got pissed. Eventually, she calmed down and broke up with him. And to be honest it didn't really affect him that much. Sure he liked her. She was fun to be around. But after talking to you, he realized he never had a decent conversation with her. It was just partying and sex mostly. 

It wasn't her fault though. It was him. He never cared to open up to anyone besides his friends. Maybe it was because he thought no one would understand or get him. Get his quirks or quips. They probably wouldn't get his music tastes or like his nerdy side. Or maybe he didn't want anyone to. Perhaps it was because he still had hope for you. Hope that was instilled in him over the best pancakes in the world.

Either way it would be another 4 years until he would see you again.

…

Jeff was getting married. To Connie, in Hawkins. Everyone was invited and Eddie, Gareth and Grant were his groomsmen. They were all his best men cuz he couldn't choose one. 

Which was such a grueling task. Helping with the wedding and planning a bachelor party took up a lot of time. 

But besides all that, Eddie was looking forward to seeing one guest. One very important guest. The pretty girl he's been corresponding to for the past four years. 

He got in touch after you left New York. And kept up contact. He didn't want to disconnect again. Lose you again.

Though nothing was ever said about getting together, he anticipated that after the wedding he was gonna leave with you. Finally getting to that right now you had mentioned seven years ago.

-

He was near the entrance of the church, saying his hellos with the rest of the wedding party when he saw you. 

Everything around him seemed to slow down as you exited the car and fixed your royal blue dress. You looked around and smiled at the people you knew. Then you went to help your mom out of the car. 

He absolutely could not look away. You were a knockout. Absolutely gorgeous. 

What were the chances he could sneak you out of the party and make love somewhere? Maybe he could convince you to leave early. 

He suddenly felt a jab in the ribs. 

“ Ouch! What the fu-” he groaned as he looked at Gareth who was nodding towards Jeff's grandma. “ Oh right!” He uttered, holding out his elbow for her. “ Hello there young lady, I am to escort you to your VIP spot.”

She hit him with an ohh you and took his arm. He looked back to see if he could catch your eye. But it wasn't until the ceremony that he did. 

With a big smile you lifted your hand. Giving him a little wave. He smirked and looked down. Continuing down the aisle. 

Damn! He thought. He really wanted you to be a part of the wedding party.

Originally you were, but you had just started a new job and couldn't get away for rehearsals or any planning. So you opted to only be a guest. Which sucked for him because now he had to look at the happy couple instead of staring at you.

Once he got to the altar he met your gaze again. He knew he must look crazy grinning the way he was. But he didn't care. The girl he was in love with was in the same town, at the same place he was. And he was gonna make sure he left with you.

-

The vows and I do’s were said and the pastor gave the bride and groom the go ahead for a kiss. 

Eddie looked over at you and you had tears of joy falling from your eyes. He pulled out his  handkerchief and took a few steps towards you. Asking for the person sitting in front of you to hand it off. 

You blushed and wiped the tears away while he went back to his spot. Gareth nudged him, but he didn't care. He had to make sure you were good. 

At this point he would do anything for you. He would give anything to be with you. He'd say anything and everything he could just to see you smile. And for a second he pictured what his life would be like with you.

Applause broke out and he clapped along as Jeff and Connie walked back down the aisle together. Once they were at the end, the guys and bridesmaids followed. 

He looked at you again and you were talking to your dad. However, you met his eyes as he passed and mouthed a thank you. 

He nodded and planned on circling back around so that he could get to you. Unfortunately, he had to go in the limo as soon as they walked out. 

Apparently word mysteriously got out that Jeff was getting married. So there were paparazzi and a handful of fans waiting outside the chapel. 

It was a good thing that they had security on standby just in case this happened. 

Everyone was escorted into the car and rushed off.

Jeff was pissed but Connie calmed him down. Saying that to not let it ruin their day. 

Eddie smiled to himself. He was happy for his friend. Jeff had found the girl he was meant to be with. Even with the band getting bigger and the crazy schedules. One of his best friends got to spend the rest of his life with someone who calmed him. Who accepted him for all that he is and truly made him happy. 

Eddie was a little envious of it. Still, he was completely overjoyed for his buddy. 

He wanted that. More than anything, he wanted you. So it was his prerogative to be with you.

-

Everyone had to show their invitations to get into the dance hall. But once in, the music was going and drinks were being served. 

Eddie waited patiently by the door. Nearly jumping up and down. Excited to finally get to talk to you. 

While giving security your invitation you locked eyes with him and smiled from ear to ear. 

You looked away for a second then followed your parents in. 

He said hello to everyone as they made their way down the line to the newly Weds. Finally it was your dad's turn. They shook hands and your mom was next.

“ Why hello there, gorgeous. You are a vision.”

Victoria blushed and gave him a playful smack. “ Stop it.”

He laughed and gave her a hug. 

At last, it was your turn. 

“ Hi Eddie.”

He stood there with his lips together and an eyebrow raised. Giving you his flirtatious smile. “ Hi baby.”

You tilted your head to the side and raised both brows. “ Baby?”

He beamed at you and grabbed your hand. Pulling you closer to him. “ Yeah. You're my baby girl now.” 

Before you could say anything, he pulled you into a long warm hug. Rocking you from side to side. Making you laugh.

Grant cleared his throat. “ Alright Munson, you're holding up the line.”

You pulled away but he didn't want to let you go. He gave your hand one last squeeze before releasing it. His eyes never left you as you finally made it down to Jeff and Connie. 

He smiled as you took Connie's hand and twirled her around. Clearly admiring how beautiful she looked in her gown. Then you gave her hug. Moving on to the groom. He chuckled seeing you and Jeff do your nerdy handshake before hugging.

Afterwards, everyone sat down to eat. Eddie of course didn't want to sit with the rest of the party. Not while you were just a few feet away. He grabbed his plate and his beer and went to sit next to you. 

“ Eddie…Connie's is gonna kill you.” You warned.

He looked up at the head table and saw Jeff and Connie just enamored with each other. Not really paying attention to anything or anyone else but each other for that matter.

He put a hand on the back of your chair and scooted closer. “ I don't think they care.”

He watched you as you glanced at your friends and smiled.

“ Awww I love them.”

He reached up and moved your hair behind your shoulder. Causing you to look at him. “ Want to get out of here?”

You jerked your head back. “ Dude! It's our best friend's wedding.”

-

As the night progressed you guys were practically inseparable. You danced, drank, and talked. It was as if nothing had changed between you two. He made you laugh and you made him nervous. 

It felt right.

Even the approving nods he got from his friends and family assured him this was it. He could do this with you. 

Your parents were about ready to leave a couple hours later and you along with them. What could he do to get you to stay?

“ I-I can get you a ride home later if you want.” He offered.

You shook your head. “ No, I have some work to do so I better get going.”

He frowned. “ But we hardly got to hang out.”

You looked down, clearly to him, trying to think of something. When he came up with something first.

“ I uhh I should probably try and find a hotel for tonight.”

You met his eyes with yours. “ Why?”

He nudged his head towards the door. Where there were paparazzi hanging out with cameras at the ready. “ I was gonna stay with my uncle, but I don't want those guys to bother him.”

“O-oh… ummm well you know my parents still have the pull out in the basement. I could...if you want, I could sneak you out? But what about everyone else?”

He shrugged. To hell with them for the night. “ They're adults, they can figure out something I'm sure.”

You softly laughed. “ Alright. How about you go out the service entrance and we’ll circle around for you?”

He smirked. “ Let's go.”

-

He was laying there in his boxers trying to figure out how to sneak past your parents room and get into your bedroom. Sure it was probably a stupid idea to try and have sex while your parents were across the hall. However he needed you. He craved your lips, and your warmth. He wanted your body next to his.

So he decided to grab something to drink, then see if your parents had gone to bed.

What he found was even better. 

You were in the kitchen grabbing a Popsicle. Wearing nothing but a long shirt and tube socks.

When you turned around you jumped. “ Eddie!” You half whispered. 

He grinned. “ Sorry baby. Was thirsty.”

He went for a glass to pour himself some tap water. Paying attention to your movements. You had gone to sit at the table and started sucking on the ice cream. All the while reading a manuscript. 

He gulped down his drink and went to sit next to you. Pulling the chair as close to you as possible. 

You did your best to ignore him and his advances. But the way he played with your hair made you shift closer to him. 

You had gotten so overcome by his light touch on your thigh that you squeezed your legs shut. You then flipped the page you were working on and licked the Popsicle that was melting all over your hand. Some of the sweet syrup dripped down your chin. And before you could wipe it away he grabbed your hand with one arm and lightly held your chin between his index finger and thumb with the other. He then licked a fat strip from the underside of your chin up to your bottom lip.

He smirked to himself hearing your breath hitch. He had you right where he wanted. 

He stood up and grabbed your hand. Stealing your sweet treat and finishing it off before leading you down to the basement. Of course locking the door behind you. 

When he got you on the bed, he finally took that kiss he'd been dying for all day and everyday for the past seven years

Wet and needy. Tongues dancing together. Exploring tenaciously. With hands doing the same.

He started needing your breast and was surprised by something hard. Curious, he went under the shirt and felt two small metal balls on either side of your hardened nipple. 

He groaned against your lips. “ Fuck baby. I like this.”

You laughed softly and whispered. “ I knew you would.”

He grinned while he played with your piercing. After a bit he kissed his way down your body until he reached your underwear. But instead of taking them off. He moved the damp cloth to the side and spread you a part. 

He was addicted as soon as his tongue touched you. The sweet, sweet nectar that poured from you drove him mindless. But even more so feeling your hand get lost in his curls as the other covered your mouth. Trying to conceal your pleasure.

He stared up at you, enjoying your contorted face as he sucked and licked and swallowed like there was no tomorrow. 

Then he added fingers. Doing a come hither motion. Wasn't long after that. Your body trembled as an orgasm hit. Your pussy throbbed around his fingers. Coating them generously with your wetness.

He waited patiently for you to come down before climbing back up your body and crashing his lips into yours. And when he did you sucked in his bottom lip. Causing him to push his hardened length against your soaked undergarments.

You pushed him up off of you and got on your knees before him. He watched in awe as you wrapped your hair up and freed his cock from its cotton prison.

You teased him at first. Giving his head little kitten licks and kisses. It was maddening. Feeling your slick tongue swirl around the tip before retreating back into your mouth. 

“ Baby please!” He begged.

You looked up with darkened eyes and a less than angelic smile. “ Shhh. You have to be quiet.”

He pouted. Pleading you with his eyes. 

Then you did it. You took the whole damn thing. Making him reach for the back of your head and lifting his hips to go deeper. 

The hum in your throat had his eyes rolling back and toes curled until they hurt. 

A few seconds passed by and he felt your throat close around him as you started to choke. He loosened his grip and let you back off. 

He opened his eyes and focused on you. Watching you catch your breath before taking him in again. This time not so deep. Adding your hand into the mix. 

It was fucking amazing. Every slurp, every gag, every teasing lick around his balls nearly had him cumming. Even more so when you forced him in every once every other stroke. Building up his confidence and his orgasm.

“ Sh-shit baby…got-gotta stop.” 

You let him go with a small pop and had a concerned look in your eyes.“ Everything okay?”

He licked his lips and swallowed. “ Yeah. Fuckin perfect. Just don't wanna cum yet.”

He leaned forward and pulled you into a kiss while helping you up. 

You stood before him and used his shoulders for balance as he peeled off your panties. 

Once they were at your feet you kicked them off and straddled him. Slowly lowering yourself on his shaft. 

Your mouth fell open and your eyes screwed shut and his tip pushed through. 

“ OH MY GOD!” He moaned. 

Your warm tight pussy clinged to him. Hugging him like no other has before. Feeling you flutter around him as you rocked back and forth had him focusing on not cumming. 

He buried his face in your bosom and concentrated on his target. That one special spot that made you cry out his name. That spot that not only drove you over the edge but made him see heaven.

Sure enough he found it. But at this angle he couldn't touch it as much and he wanted to. 

So he wrapped his arms around you and held on tightly as he flipped you over on your back. 

You giggled in the process and stole a kiss and he repositioned himself. When he looked at you, you were grinning up at him.

“ Oh Eddie. So serious.”

He narrowed his eyes at you and rammed himself in. Earning that yelp/ moan. He reached up to cover your mouth as he plowed into you.

“ This. Is. Serious.” He grunted. 

Your eyes got lost in the back of your head as he thrusted hard and steady. Your moans turning into whimpers and sighs as he fucks you into the bed.

And within moments your body and his reacted to the immense pleasure. 

The climax washed over you like a wave of ecstasy.

Once it passes, he rested his forehead on yours panting with you. Letting his hand fall away from your mouth. 

“ I've missed you so much.” He whispered.

You nodded in agreement that he was also missed. 

He kissed your forehead. “ I'll go find something to clean you up.”

He then pulled out slowly and put on his bottoms.

When he came back he had a warm washcloth with him. He gently cleaned between your legs then himself before pulling you to lay in his arms.

You had started tracing his tattoos. Making him smile.

That's when he found himself writing something on your arm.

‘Marry-me-yeah?’

You sighed lightly and snuggled closer to him. Tracing your answer on his chest.

‘Okay’

He raised his head to look at you. " Yeah?"

You nodded. " On one condition...You have to break the news to Grant."

Eddie threw his head back into the pillow and smacked his forehead. " Shit! He's gonna kill me."

You giggled. " Yup."

…

@salenorona23 @browneyes528 @ohmeg @eddiesguitarskills @trashywormeateroffics @eddie-is-a-god @crookedcrone

[then-be-a-warrior]

Okay this has been in my drafts for over a YEAR.

It's not finished and I have no plans to finish it BUT if anyone wants to do something with it let me know! I gotta get this out my drafts before I go insane.

Spoilers for the ROTTMNT Movie. Lol do I have to put a spoiler warning?

Ft. Kraang and Leo: Two arrogant psychopaths.

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"Don't worry, Donnie! This is not a hug! It's a rescue!"

That was the last thing Leo heard as he saw his brothers fall through the air. He only had one second to see they landed safely before his attention was back on Kraang Prime; standing just a couple feet in front of him.

"You know, we're not so different you and I."

It took Leo a second to realize that Kraang had addressed him. He figured they were going to immediately start fighting.

"Can't believe I'm saying this but...save the small talk. Let's get this over with." He said as he took a fighting stance with his swords ready.

"Trust me I plan to. But even someone as simple-minded as you could see the similarities."

Against his better judgement, Leo took the bait.

"Okay. Fine. You have 2 seconds to explain what you're talking about before I send you back to where you came from."

To Leo's surprise, Kraang's smirk that was present since they started talking only grew.

"That. Right there. The cockiness."

Leo's hands loosened on his swords just a little bit. "Cockiness...?"

Kraang looked briefly annoyed at the question. "Smug, full-of-yourself....". His smirk returned. "Acting like you're destined to win every fight you happen to end up in. Cockiness."

"I prefer confidence-"

"It's arrogance. But, as I said, we share this specific trait."

By now, Leo was hanging onto every word Kraang said. Thoughts of his brothers fell to the back of his mind ('they're safe I saw them land') and the grip on his swords was almost nonexistent. He wanted to see where Kraang was going with this.

"So we're arrogant. Your point?"

"My point is that we both. Hate. Losing. And right now it looks like you're on the losing side."

Leo said nothing. He didn't even move a muscle as Kraang started coming closer.

"Let's see if I have this correct: you're the type to ignore all sense of reason to get your way. Because you know, deep down, that you are superior to those who would think to go against you. While you have family, or should I say comrades at best, you don't hesitate to treat them like soldiers who should follow you no questions asked."

One of Leo's swords dropped to the ground. "That's not...I wouldn't..."

"What about your brother. The red one."

At the mention of Raph, Leo tightened his grip on his one remaining sword. "Leave him alone."

"When I was digging for information from his mind, I saw hundreds of arguments between the two of you. Always the same subject: you not following orders. You going off on your own. You, from my perspective, simply being a leader..."

"That was me being dumb. I was in the wrong. And taking you down is gonna prove that."

"And yet you still don't attack."

And Leo realized that, yes, Kraang was right. For the first time in Leo's life, someone had his full, undivided attention. Which is why, as Kraang began circling him, he never looked away.

"What did you feel when you managed to take the key back the first time? When I captured your brother?"

At first, Leo wanted to say "anger" or "fear". What else would he feel? His brother just got captured after taking a hit meant for him. "Guilt" was another option.

But if he said any of those, he'd be a liar.

What Leo actually felt, was something he shouldn't have. And he knew that when he felt it.

Because what he really felt, was

"Excitement."

.

Aaaaaaaand that's it!

I don't know...ummm........enjoy?

[ortegatargaryen]

My Bodyguard

Summary: You’re hired as a bodyguard for the one and only Olivia Rodrigo. Her rise to fame becoming more and more dangerous she’s in need of protection, hence why you’re called. Neither of you expected that you’d be falling for one another.

Warnings: Threats, violence, bombs

This is one of the short stories I have on my Wattpad page along with many others about Olivia Rodrigo, if you want more go to @Ortega_Rodrighoe

Requests are open so please make them! I’ll try my best to update!

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Olivia's POV:

"It was one time!" I say to my parents in an effort to reason with them,

"It doesn't matter, your life was at risk Olivia, we won't let that happen again" Mum says, I sigh and lean back against my couch.

"So now I have to be followed around all the time?" I ask, dad sighs and sits next to me,

"Not all the time...just when you're out" he explains, "She'll be here soon..." he says.

I look at them,

"She?" I ask, they nod,

"Yeah her names Y/n L/n" mum says, I nod. There's a knock at the door, dad gets up and goes to the door, he opens it and someone walks in, I look at her, she's tall, very tall, she has long brunette that rested on her shoulders falling down to her ribs. She wore black sunglasses and had an ear piece, I looked at her arms, the suit she wore was slightly tight fitting making the outline of her biceps very clear.

She spoke to my dad then walked to me, I stood up and looked at her, smiling politely,

"Hey, I'm Olivia" I introduce myself, she simply nods, "uhh cool..."

I look at my parents,

"Right I'm going home" I say, Y/n gets my bag and coat, she puts my coat on me, "okay I could get used to this..." I joke as I take my bag, Y/n opens the door for me and we walk out.

"We'll take my car, I'll get your car brought back to your house" Y/n says, I look at her, she has a nice voice,

"Yeah sure" I say, she takes me to her car, "damn a Porsche, nice" I say, she opens the door to the backseats for me and I get in, she shuts the door.

She gets into the drivers side,

"Do you know where I live?" I ask her, she nods, puts the location into her gps and starts driving,

"So...can you tell me about yourself?" I ask her, she looks at me through the rear view mirror then back at the road,

"What would you like to know?" She asks me,

"Ummm, favourite colour?" I ask, she chuckles a bit making me smile.

"Navy blue" she says, I nod,

"Good choice" I say,

"You?" She asks me,

"Purple!" I answer, almost instantly, I see a small smile sneak onto her face but it disappears almost as quickly as it appeared, she nods.

"Good choice" she says,

"Thanks...so got any family here?" I ask her, she shakes her head,

"They're dead" she answers, I lean back,

"Oh...right I'm so sorry" I say, she shakes her head,

"It's fine don't worry, they died a while ago, that's why I became a bodyguard" she says. I nod and decide to stop asking questions as to not push it.

Y/n pulls up at my house, gets out and goes to my side, she opens the door for me, I thank her and get out. We walk to the front door, I open it with my key,

"Wait there ma'am" she tells me, she presses a button on her glasses and walks inside.

"Ma'am..." I repeat, "fancy"

After a few minutes she comes back,

"All clear" she says,

"Wait so where are you gonna stay?" I ask her, she points to the house opposite me,

"I bought that house there ma'am, so message me before you leave and I'll be here quickly" she says.

"You could just stay with me" I offer, "saves you money and then it's less of a hassle", she looks at me,

"If you'd be okay with that ma'am" she says, I nod,

"Yeah I have a spare room, and please don't call me ma'am it makes me sound old" I giggle, I notice another smile creep up on Y/n's face as she looks down, holding in a laugh.

"What should I call you then?" She asks,

"Olivia will be fine" I say, she looks at me and nods,

"Alright Olivia" she says, I don't know why but the way she says my name makes my heart race, it's not like she says it differently to anyone else, but it's just her voice, it's so...hot.

"Come on then" I say, I lead her inside and take her to the guest room, "Will this be good?" I ask her, she nods,

"This is really nice...thank you Olivia" she says, I smile and nod, she said it again, and just like last time my heart jumped.

"No problem, seriously make yourself at home and help yourself to food...wait actually I need to go shopping for more" I say, Y/n nods.

Y/n's POV:

We walk out to the car together, I go to open the door for Olivia but she got in the front passenger seat instead. I get into the drivers side and look at her, she puts her seat belt on, I face back to the road and start driving.

"When you were checking my house, you clicked something on your glasses, what was it?" She asks me,

"My glasses are full of tech, so certain buttons do different things, the one I clicked scanned for heat signatures and another one has an X-ray" I explain, pointing to the buttons while still looking at the road.

Olivia leans over and points to one of the buttons,

"What does that do?" She asks,

"That's confidential" I joke, she chuckled and leans back, I can't tell why but whenever I see her smile or hear her laugh it makes me want to smile, she has such a cute smile and laugh.

"Wow okay Y/n..." she says, "come on just tell meee" she pleads,

"If I tell you I'd have to kill you" I say, smiling a bit,

"Wow! You're meant to be protecting me" she giggles.

"If you press that one it's a different type of X-ray, it's basically so that I can see if people are storing things in their clothing, or attached to their bodies" I explain, she looks at me,

"So you can see through people's clothes?" She asks, trying not to laugh, I chuckle and nod.

"Pretty much" I say, she laughs,

"Damn Y/n"

I pull up at the grocery store, I get out the car and a man rushes over with the camera, I open the car door for Olivia, she gets out and the man starts shoving the camera in her face, I grab the lens, taking the camera from him, I take out the memory card then chuck it on the floor and stamp on, breaking it.

"What the hell!" He yells, "I'll sue you!"

"You could sue me if I broke your camera but I didn't, I broke the memory card. In fact, I could sue you" I say to him, he looks at me confused,

"How?" He asks,

"Shoving the camera in her face could've resulted in a serious injury, my glasses record everything that I see, I could have you for intended assault, with evidence and witnesses, take me to court for breaking your memory card and I'll say it was out of self defence and citizen protection" I say.

"I- uh..." he loses his words, I put my hand around the back of Olivia's waist and carefully start to guide her inside.

"You handled that like really well" she says, smiling at me, I get a shopping cart,

"Well I've been trained for situations like that" I say,

"Could he actually sue you though?" She asks, I nod,

"He can try but it won't go well for him" I explain.

"So what kinda stuff should we get for breakfasts?" Olivia asks,

"Avocado, toast, cereal and pancake stuff?" I ask, she nods,

"And oatmeal!" She exclaims, picking some up.

"Oatmeal?" I question,

"Oatmeal" Olivia repeats as she nods,

"Grandma..." I joke, she gasps and playfully slaps my arm, leaving her hand there for a second.

Olivia's POV:

Muscles...hot.

Y/n's POV:

She pulls her hand away,

"So do you know how to make pancakes?" She asks, I nod and we walk about,

"Okay great because I don't, so you can make me blueberry pancakes!" She says, smiling as we walk.

"Sure..." I say, she looks at me, her smile growing wider.

Olivia's POV:

After putting things in the cart we go over to pay, I rummage to get my card out my bag but hear a ding, I look up and see Y/n move her hand away from the card machine, I look at her confused.

She points to her Apple watch, showing her card on it,

"That's so cool..." I say, "wait but I was gonna pay"

"Well tough, I did" she says, with a small smile, she picks up the bags of shopping and starts carrying them out, I go after her,

"Let me carry some!" I say, trying to grab a bag from her, she smiles and lifts them up so I can't reach.

"Nope!" She exclaims,

"That's unfair!" I whine,

"Okay fine but don't complain" she chuckles and hands me a bag, the lightest one, we walk a bit outside, I groan, "Y/n..."

"Let me guess, your arm hurts?" She asks, I grin and nod.

She chuckles, takes the bag from me and starts walking to the car, bright lights start flashing and questions are shouted at us, Y/n loads the bags into the car, she then puts her arms around me and guides me to the back seat with the tinted windows, someone tries to grab my arm.

Y/n quickly turns around and hits the guy in the neck, he instantly collapses,

"Pressure point" Y/n says to me as she helps me into the back seat, she shuts the door and gets in.

She starts to drive out the car park,

"That was actually pretty cool..." I say,

"Yeah?" She asks, I smile and nod,

"Well If that happens more expect to see it again" she says.

"You should teach me to fight" I say to Y/n as we walk inside my house, most of the way back I've been thinking about how dangerous it can actually be to be famous,

"Why?" She asks me as she places the bags down on the counter,

"So I can protect myself when you're not there..." i say.

She looks at me,

"I'll always be there Olivia, my job is to protect you, and I always put work first, you're my job, you come first" she says, I look at her, I feel my cheeks heat up and my heart race.

"That's actually the sweetest thing anyones ever said to me..." I admit, Y/n smiles,

"Just the truth..." she says, I help her unpack our food.

"What if you teach me anyway? Just for fun" I ask, she looks at me,

"If you really want to then sure...when?" She asks me, my face lights up,

"Now!" I exclaim, I grab her hand and run to my gym room.

Y/n's POV:

My cheeks glow red, I stare at me and Olivia's interlocked hands as she drags me along.

"Here we are!" She opens the door, and walks in, I pull my hand away to close the door behind her, I look at her, she looks slightly disappointed, I take her hand again and the look of disappointment is replaced with a smile, I go over to the punching bag with her.

"Wait should we change first?" She asks,

"Oh probably...wait" I say, I take my blazer off then my shirt, revealing a sports bra.

Olivia's POV:

I watch Y/n as she takes off her clothes, my eyes widen slightly at the sight of her abs, I feel my cheeks heat up again, I look away to hide it.

She takes her trousers off and underneath she's wearing short shorts,

"You just gonna wear that?" She asks me, I look at her and nod, unable to get any words out.

She chuckles and nods,

"Alright...so do you know how to punch?" She asks,

"Uh yeah I think so" I reply,

"Okay punch the punching bag" she tells me.

I nod and punch it but it barely does anything,

"Okay try a different stance..." she says, she comes up behind me, placing her hands on my hips, she carefully repositions me. Her foot goes in between my legs as she gently moves one of my feet.

"There..." she says, her hot breath against my ear, giving me chills, "Now try again..." she lets go of my waist and back away a bit, I punch again, it was much better this time than last.

"Damn! That was good! Oh are you okay? You're bright red Olivia" Y/n says, I look at myself in the mirror, oh my god I'm blushing like an idiot, I quickly nod and walk out before I embarrass myself further.

"Oh..." I hear Y/n say.

I go to my room and collapse on my bed, letting out a loud groan,

"What the hell Olivia" I mumble to myself, I sit up and look in the mirror, seeing the blush starting to fade.

"I don't even like girls..." I say to myself before going into the bathroom, I turn the shower on and get in.

The next day:

I wake up to the smell of pancakes, I sit up and get changed into my outfit for the day, I look at the time, 20 minutes until Conan, Iris, Madison and Jenna come round.

I go downstairs and see Y/n in the kitchen,

"Blueberry pancakes?" She asks me,

"Oh my god yes!" I exclaim, I sit down on the counter and watch her, she looks at me then back at the pancakes.

"Listen...I'm sorry about yesterday" she says, I look at her confused, "I pushed the boundaries...and I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable...so I apologise" she says.

"Oh no you didn't make me uncomfortable at all" I say to her, she looks at me,

"Are you sure? Cause like you ran off" she says,

"Yeah...that wasn't because I was uncomfortable" I say.

"Oh...then why?" She asks, maybe I should just tell her, obviously not that I think she's insanely attractive and that I was about to combust, I mean tell her that I was embarrassed because I blushed.

"I was embarrassed" I admit, "because of how much I was blushing" she smiles at me,

"Ah right" she says, thankfully she doesn't ask anymore questions.

She hands me a plate of blueberry pancakes,

"Thank you! Oh also my friends are coming round in a few minutes and then we're gonna go out" I say, she nods,

"Alright...I'll get in my suit" she says,

"No just dress casual" I say to her, "it'll just be like you're hanging out with friends" I say, she nods and smiles a bit,

"Alright"

There's a knock at the door, Y/n gets up and goes to it, she opens it,

Y/n's POV:

"Damn..." a brunette girl says, looking at me, I look at her then at Olivia who walks over,

"Hi guys!" Olivia exclaims, "oh this is my bodyguard Y/n"

"Your bodyguard is hot" says the brunette girl,

"Jenna! Shush..." Olivia chuckles, I move out the way and the friends come inside.

They sit on the couch, I stand by Olivia,

"Okay Y/n, that's Conan, that's Jenna, that's Iris and that's Madison!" Olivia introduces me to them all, I nod at them, putting my sunglasses on.

I put my hand on Olivia's shoulder,

"I'm gonna go get dressed" I say, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze as I walk off.

Olivia's POV:

I blush as Y/n squeezes my shoulder. I look back at the others as she walks off, they all stare at me,

"What?" I ask,

"I smell gay..." Conan says, making the others laugh,

"Oh shut up...No it's not like that, we're...friends" I say,

"With benefits" Conan adds,

"No! Ew! Stop!" I yell, burying my face into a cushion.

"Okay okay...but she's quite hot" Iris says,

"Well yeah duh..." I say, leaning back,

"I take it she's gonna come out with us?" Jenna asks, I nod, "then...you can use it as a moment to get closer to her" she says, nudging my arm.

I groan and lean against her,

"I don't knowww...cause like I don't even know if I'm into girls like that...and what if she's not into girls like that?" I question,

"Well today's your day to find out" Iris says, Jenna plays with my hair,

"Exactly" she says.

After talking for a bit Y/n comes downstairs, "You look nice..." I tell Y/n, she smiles and sits next to me,

"Thanks..." she says, we all talk for a bit, I can't take my eyes off of Y/n, I want that jacket, not just because it's a cool jacket, but because it's Y/n's jacket.

"Okay picnic time!" Conan exclaims, he grabs the picnic basket he has beside him and gets up, we all get up and get into Y/n's car, she holds the door open for me,

"Thank you..." I say,

"No problem" she shuts the door behind me and gets in.

She drives towards the park,

"Soo Y/n...which way do you go?" Conan asks, leaning forward, Y/n pulls a confused face,

"What do you mean?" She asks,

"Like do you date girls or boys?" He asks,

"Ohh! I like girls" she says, keeping her eyes on the road, a huge smile grows on my face, "What about you guys?" She asks us.

"Just guys for me" Iris says, Madison agrees,

"Oh I go both ways" Jenna says, all eyes are on me now, waiting for my answer.

"Uh...both I think..." I finally spit out, I look at Y/n noticing her smile, she tries to cover it up but it's very clear.

She parks the car and we get out, Y/n opens the rot for me of course. We go over to the park, Jenna places a blanket down on the grass, we all sit down except Y/n who stays standing by me, looking around with her glasses.

"Y/n..." I say, she looks at me, "sit down" I ask,

"I can't..." she says, continuing to look around, I gently grab her hand, she looks back at me,

"Please?" I ask, she smiles and sits down,

"Alright..." she says.

Conan gets out the food and we all eat, Y/n examines every piece of food I grab, I grab a toffee yum yum and Y/n takes it to check it's safe,

"Y/n you're hot and all but I will punch you if you don't give me back my toffee yum yum" I say to her, I didn't even mean to call her hot, it just came out. She chuckles and hands it back,

"Yes ma'am, just doing my job" she says.

"No! You know I hate it when you call me ma'am!" I say, she sighs and nods,

"Yes ma'am sorry ma'am" she teases, I playfully hit her on the arm,

"Shut up!" I giggle.

She smiles at me, I look at her, my eyes going from her lips to her eyes, I can't tell if she does the same from her sunglasses, but I hope she is too.

She moves away,

"Uh...you've got something..." she says, she reaches up and wipes some sugar from my lip with her thumb, she wipes her thumb on a tissue then continues eating.

"THERES A FUCKING WASP" Jenna screams as she jumps up, the others all jump up too, including me, except Y/n.

"Y/n kill it!" Madison yells, hiding behind Conan, Y/n chuckles and stands up, the wasp flies at her but without even flinching and with minimal effort she catches the wasp in between two fingers,

"What the hell...that's so fucking cool" iris says,

"Y/n don't hurt it" I say, I walk over, Y/n looks at me then at the wasp,

"It's just a wasp though" she says, I nod and put my hand on her arm,

"But it's still a living animal" I say to her,

"Not for long! Crush it or something!" Conan squeals, I look at Y/n, she nods and lets it go,

"Thank you..." I say to her, gently pecking her on the cheek, I sit back down with the others.

I look over at Y/n who's standing there frozen in place, her cheeks bright red, I giggle,

"Come sit down tomato" I say to her, she sits back down next to me.

Y/n's POV:

I look at Olivia as she has a huge grin on her face,

"Did I make you blush?" She asks me,

"Shut up..." I chuckle,

We all talk and eat for a bit longer, Jenna grabs a ball from her bag,

"Y/n, you play soccer?" She asks, I nod and get up,

"Yeah I play..." I say, she passes me the ball.

The others turn to face me and Jenna,

"How many kick ups can you do?" Olivia asks me, I sigh and look at the ball as I think,

"Dunno...let's see" i say.

I chip the ball up and start doing kick ups, the others start counting,

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7" they continue counting.

"It's been 2 minutes..." Conan groans, I'm still going,

"100!" Liv exclaims, I drop the ball,

"Damn..." Jenna chuckles, "I can only do like...10" she admits.

"Well that's still good! More than what Liv can do I bet" I say, I look at Olivia as she gasps dramatically,

"Rude...but also very true" she admits.

We end up playing a mini match,

"Goallll!" Conan yells, "people say that in football right?" He asks Iris, Iris just shrugs.

I tackle Olivia making her fall over, I fall on top of her, I chuckle,

"Sorry about that" I say, she smiles at me,

"No problem, it's football, it's bound to happen" she chuckles, i look at her lips, then her eyes, I realise she did the same, I start to lean in she leans in too.

I feel a tug and Conan pulls me up to my feet,

"You good?" He asks me, I nod,

"Yeah yeah" I say, I hold my hand out for Olivia, she takes it and I pull her up.

I hear yells and see flashing lights. Paparazzi.

I put my arm around Olivia's waist, she leans into me, hiding her head against my chest as I guide her towards the car, the others follow, someone barges into Jenna making her fall over,

"Conan" I nod towards Jenna and he helps her up, I help Olivia into the car, the others not in yet,

"Why didn't you help her up?" She asks me,

"Because you needed protecting, you're the one I protect, not Jenna" I say to her, she nods.

Olivia's POV:

I'm the one she protects...

Y/n's POV:

The others get into the car, I look at Jenna,

"Are you okay?" I ask her she nods,

"I'm fine, I should get myself a bodyguard" she chuckles.

I drive back to Olivia's house, I pull up and get out the car, I go to Olivia's side and open the door for her, she gets out,

"Thank you" she says. We go inside I do a quick check of the house with my glasses, I stop in my tracks when I see a heat signature coming from the top of the stairs, I turn to Olivia.

"Stand by the door don't walk out and don't move" I say to her,

"Why?" She asks me,

"Just do it Liv..." I say, she nods and they all stand by the door.

I get my gun out my holster and head to the stairs, suddenly I feel a cold sharp pain in my side, I turn around and punch the guy across the face, he throws a punch back but I grab him by the throat with my arm, keeping him in a head lock.

He manages to break free, I grab him by the back of the head slamming his face into a wall, his body goes limp and he falls to the floor unconscious.

"Y/n!" Liv yells, I turn back to the stairs to see Olivia held by a guy, he holds a gun to his head, my heart drops.

"Put the gun down..." he says, I nod and slowly put the gun down,

I stand back up straight and hold my hands above my head,

"This is a highly populated area...lots of buildings close and nearby, including a police station, they can be here in 5 minutes tops..." I say to him.

He shakes his head and lifts his jacket up, my eyes widen and my throat goes dry,

"You're a suicide bomber" I say, looking at the bomb attached to him, he nods,

"Why here?" I ask him, trying to stay calm,

"This is where a bunch of celebrities live...living their lavish lives, not a worry, well what about the people who work for hours a day just for the bare minimum? You don't deserve the money" he says.

"Okay so you're mad...we can sit down and talk about this" I say,

"I don't want to talk!" He yells, holding the gun harder against Liv's head.

"You're scared" I tell him, he looks at me,

"N-No I'm not..." he says, I nod,

"Yes you are...that tape around the switch tells me you were put into this...so does the bruise and cut on the top of your head and your eye" I say to him, he stutters.

"Who's forcing you to do this?" I ask him,

"I-I can't say..." he says, I nod,

"Can you put her down for me please?" I ask him, he shakes his head,

"You'll just get the police...this insures you won't" he says,

"No...that insures I won't" I say, ponying to the bomb vest, he looks at it then at me.

"What's your name?" I ask him,

"Kyle..." he says, I nod,

"Alright...Kyle I'm Y/n, that's Olivia you've got there, now Olivia means a lot to me, I haven't know her long but she means a lot...can you let her go for me?" I ask him, he hesitates for a second then nods and he lets her go.

She rushes to me, I hug her tight, not taking my eyes off of Kyle,

"Liv sit down..." I tell her, handing her my phone with 999 up on the emergency call, making sure Kyle can't see it.

She nods and walks out the room,

"So Kyle, do you have a family?" I ask him, he nods,

"Two kids..." he says, "do you?" He asks, I shake my head,

"Nah...I've got no one" I say,

"You've got her" he says, talking about Olivia, I smile a bit and nod,

"Yeah...but I won't if you let go of that switch Kyle" I say.

"I'm scared.." he says, I nod,

"I know..." sirens start to sound outside, he looks at me,

"YOU CALLED THE POLICE!" He yells, he runs out to the back garden,

"Shit!" i yell,

"Olivia go outside with your friends" I say,

"Come out with us!" She says,

"I can't, I have to protect you, and to do that I need to stop him, now go" I say, she nods and rushes out the door.

I go outside,

"Kyle...they're just here to help you..." I say to him, he shakes his head,

"They're gonna arrest me" he says,

"Not if you tell them what happened, the truth. Kyle they're gonna get that vest off of you, you just have to trust me" I say.

He looks at me,

"Do you trust me?" He asks me, I nod,

"I trust that you're a good man, I trust that this isn't your fault, and I trust you'll make the right choice" I say, he nods,

"I trust you too" he says.

Soldiers start to walk in the house, they go to the garden,

"Thank you L/n" a soldier says, I nod and step back,

"No no where are you going?" He asks me,

"I have to make sure Olivia is safe Kyle, but you trust me right?" I ask, he nods, "well I trust these men, I trust that they will help you, okay?" I ask.

He takes a deep breath and nods,

"Thank you Kyle...just do as they say!" I call out as I run out.

I run out the front door, finally letting tears leave my eyes that I didn't even realise I was holding back, Olivia rushes to me. She wraps her arms around my neck, jumps up and puts her legs around my waist, I spin her around and hold her close.

"You're okay..." I say, I rub her back and kiss her on the head, she rests her head on my shoulder, tears streaming out her eyes, I go over to a bench by her house, I sit down, she stays on my lap, keeping her face buried into my neck,

"You're okay..." i say again.

"I can't even be safe in my own home..." she says, I nod,

"You're not going back for a bit...you okay with staying at my house?" I ask her, she nods.

Olivia pulls away and looks at me,

"Thank you..." she says,

"What for?" I ask her,

"For keeping me safe...you could've run off and hid but you didn't..." she says,

"I already told you Liv, you're my job, you come first" I say to her, she looks at me then at my lips, I take my glasses off, putting them beside me, I look at her lips too, we both start to lean in.

Our lips connect as we kiss, her hands rest on my shoulders and I keep mine on her waist.

She pulls away to catch her breath,

"Woah..." she chuckles, I smile at her,

"Did I do that right?" I ask her, she nods,

"Wait was that your first kiss?" She asks me.

"Yeah...and I wouldn't trade it for the world" I say, she smiles and pulls me back in for another kiss, but I pull away and wince.

"Shit..." I Mutter,

"What's wrong?" She asks me, I lift my hand from my waist, showing blood.

My vision starts to go blurry and before I know it I see black.

Y/n's POV:

My eyes flicker open, a white light shines above my head, am I in heaven?

I look to my side and see Olivia, smiling at me,

"Definitely heaven" I say, smiling weakly at her, she giggles,

"Oh shush..." she says,

"What happened?" I ask,

"Uh so we checked security cameras, turns out when that first guy jumped on you he stabbed you, maybe because of the adrenaline you didn't realise..." she says, I nod,

"Yeah...are you okay?" I ask her, she smiles and nods,

"I'm okay Y/n..."

2 days later:

A doctor walks into the room,

"Alright Y/n you're good to go" he says, I nod,

"Thank you..." I say, he nods and walks out.

"Alright need help?" Olivia asks me, I shake my head and pull myself up to my feet,

"I feel fine" I say to her,

"Alright good..."

We go out to the car, I open the door for Olivia,

"Thank you..." she says as she gets in,

"No problem olive" I say, I get into the drivers side.

"Did you just call me Olive?" She asks me, I chuckle and nod,

"It just kinda came out" I say,

"I like it!" She giggles, I smile at her.

"You're so cute..." I say, she blushes and looks down, smiling a lot. I start driving back to my own house instead of hers.

"Do you live far from here?" She asks, I shake my head,

"I live quite close" I say, she nods and reclines her seat a bit,

"I haven't had a good sleep in a couple of days" she says.

"Well when we get back to mine you can sleep...I don't have a guest room though" I say, she looks at me,

"So I'll have to sleep in your bed?" She asks, I nod,

"If you're okay with that" I say,

"Im very okay with that" she grins at me, I chuckle and nod,

"Alright Olive"

I pull up at my house, I got to open my door but Olivia rushes over and opens it for me,

"Boom! I did it for once" she says, smiling widely. I chuckle and nod,

"Thanks Liv..." I get out the car and start to walk inside with her.

I open the front door, she walks in,

"Holy shit...you're like rich rich" she says, looking around,

"I guess..." I say,

"But no guest room?" She asks,

"Uh...okay well I do have one but like I'd rather you sleep in my bed" I grin, she smiles, goes to me and gives me a peck on the lips,

"Well so would I...now sit down I'm gonna make you lunch" she says, I chuckle and sit down.

"Oh are you?" I ask, she nods,

"Yeah I am..." she says, she looks through cupboards, taking a few things out,

"No oatmeal please grandma" I say, she turns around and shoots me a glare.

I chuckle and look down,

"I'm gonna make you spaghetti" she says,

"Don't burn my kitchen down..." I joke,

"Oi! I'm actually an amazing cook!" She exclaims.

"sure keep telling yourself that love" I say, she looks at me, her cheeks bright red,

"What did you say?" She asks,

"Hm?" I smirk slightly.

"What did you just say" she asks, smiling widely, she goes closer to me,

"I said sure 'keep telling yourself that'" I repeat, she groans and grabs my arm, tugging on it,

"Nooo! What did you call me!" She asks,

"I think you know..." I say, grinning at her, she shakes her head,

"Nope! Totally not! You're gonna have to say it again!" She says, tugging on my arm still.

I sigh dramatically,

"I don't think I want to" I say, she frowns and let's go of my arm, "no don't pout..." I say, she gives me sad puppy-dog eyes, pouting more, "Olivia..."

I sigh,

"Okay okay...I called you love" I finally give in, her frown quickly switches to a wide smile, she giggles and wraps her arms around my neck,

"I know! I just wanted to hear it again" she says, I chuckle and out my arms around her,

"I know you did, you're adorable" I say.

She smiles at me and gently cups my face, she pulls me in and smashes her lips against mine, I place my hands on her waist and pull her onto my lap.

She pulls away and smiles at me,

"You're like the best bodyguard ever..." Olivia says, pressing her forehead against mine, I smile,

"I try my best" I say,

"Mhm...I'm glad my parents hired you and not anyone else...cause if I didn't meet you I wouldn't have been able to fall for you" she says.

"You fell for me?" I ask, she nods,

"The minute I saw you I thought you were really attractive...then I got to know you for you...and I just fell head over heels, and I still am" she says, giggling slightly.

"Well I fell for you the minute I saw you...I couldn't even get my words out" I say, chuckling,

"You're adorable...and you're all mine!" She exclaims.

"Oh am I?" I ask, she nods and rests her on my shoulder,

"All mine...just mine, forever mine…my bodyguard"

The end!

[stargazestories]

WITHOUT A FACE

Parring: MinghaoxReader

Warnings: attempt at dirty talk?will say this is mildly suggestive at best still don’t want minors to read

A/N: I am so (not fully) back. I felt like finishing off one of my stories and this one haunted me for a while so it’s just a small one and if maybe I come back to it ever again I’ll follow up with a part 2 with smut but please enjoy this small story~

This is so stupid, y/n thought as she heard the line on her phone connecting. The thought of her calling a phone sex line was not something she had on her bingo card. The idea only lingered in her mind when her friend had mentioned she had called this line and had such a good time, that y/n should try it out as there was a particular operator who had such a smooth and sensual voice, that she simply had to share this with y/n.

Mentally y/n laughed as she wasn’t prone to peer pressure, but it was enticing. What kind of voice did the operator have? What would he say exactly? What kind of tone did he use? All these questions made her dial the number her friend provided for her, and here she was regretting her decision as soon as she heard the ringing.

The line quickly changed and thinking she was being connected, the voice of an automatic operator took over.

“Thank you for calling Naughty or Nice Hotline, if you wish to be connected to the next available operator please stay on the line, if you know the operator you would like to connect to, please enter their line number now followed by the pound sign”

“Naughty or nice hot line?” She couldn’t help but laugh at the cheesy name they had. She was sure that her friend might just be pulling a prank on her but she still continued.

As her friend instructed, once at the automotive menu, she had to press the number 8 to get the operator she was referring to. After pressing the number 8 followed by the # the line went silent for a moment. At this point y/n felt her heart beat pounding.

“Hello” the caller at the other end of the line finally spoke.

Y/n wanted to hang up, as realistically she didn’t think she would allow herself to get as far as she did, and now she is actually talking with a phone sex operator.

“H-hi” she managed to talk

“Nervous are we?” She could hear the playful tone of the man whose voice was soft.

“Umm…yeah” she was now embarrassed and turning a shade of pink.

“Don’t be, we can start slow” he reassured her, which was nice but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to do this.

“I…I’m” she paused wondering if she should introduce herself with her real name or a fake name. Would it matter? He’s never met her or will ever meet her.

“You don’t have to tell me your name if you don’t want to, I can just call you darling, is that alright with you?” He asked with such tenderness that made y/n blush and bite her lips.

“Yeah, I’d like that….I ummm…im not sure…about all this” she confessed. She wasn’t a stranger to sex, but the whole phone sex line and talking to a man she’s never met made her nervous and a little off put.

“It’s okay darling, we are just having a conversation, we don’t need to do anything else” The way he said it, made it seem like he was really okay with just talking, there was no mean spirited tone, no teasing or any hint of disdain. Feeling a bit more calm because of this she continued on.

“Do you have a name? Or I don’t suppose you wouldn’t give that out would you?” She chuckled while shaking her head, of course why would he give her his real name?

“I can go by any name, you can call me whatever you like”

She pondered for a moment, thinking of a name to call him. “8” she spoke without really thinking it fully through.

“8?” He was genuinely intrigued by this name.

“I sorry” she laughed, “I figured…your line is the number 8…it’s not very creative, I know” she admitted it was a bit ridiculous but it’s not like it really mattered.

“It’s truly unique” he laughed,

god even his laugh was dreamy, she couldn’t help but to laugh with him.

“So what made you call in? I don’t suppose you went out of your way to get an erotic hotline number for kicks, did you?” The question made her laugh more , not knowing if she should answer honestly that her friend told her to talk so she can talk to him specifically. Would that be weird? Or was he used to this already?

“No, I didn’t. My friend recommended this…I feel silly for actually going through with it if I’m honest, ” she sighed deeply, she really didn’t know why she was so honest with him.

“It’s alright. Again, if you feel so strongly about it, you can disconnect, there won’t be any hard feelings” he reassured her again with his velvety voice, one that made her want to stay and talk to him.

“No it’s okay...can I ask you something actually ?” She bit her lip softly.

“Anything”

“Do you enjoy this? You know the whole erotic hot line business?” She tried her best not to insult his line of work.

“I don’t mind it, It definitely was not something I saw myself ever doing but life is funny that way isn’t it?” she nodded at his response, as it wasn’t one she had expected. She assumed he would say something along the lines of ‘of course I do’.

“Do you…..” she stopped, wondering if she should ask this.

“Do I what darling?” He asked with a curious and warm tone.

“Do you also….enjoy it?” She was now red as a tomato asking such an intimate question, then again it was a erotic hotline, this might not be as intimate as anything else he’s gotten, right?

The voice at the other end took a moment before answering, she wondered if this was maybe a little too much of a personal question to ask a hotline worker.

“Sometimes, yes. I do enjoy myself on a call but in reality it’s not as often as you would think”

“Are you at least enjoying this call?” She joked.

“I’m enjoying it very much”

“Are you lying?”

“Never” he didn’t think about it twice, again the call wasn’t sexual but the suave he carried in voice, she could see why many women would call in.

The conversation never took a sexual turn, they talked on the line about many things; their favorite movies, their favorite genres of music, even their favorite books. Y/n found out that he was a fan of dancing, as he has been a dancer. She couldn’t help but to share about her life to him as well, how she worked a corporate job, how she spent her days. The conversation moved effortless and seamless until y/n noticed the time, nearly 3am and here she was on the line still.

“It’s getting late, I think I’ve taken up a lot of your time already, I’m sure others are waiting”

“I wouldn’t worry about it, you were my last call, and even then I’d enjoy you for as long as you allow me to”, his comment made her blush red now.

“I guess this is bye” she felt her heart sink a little

“I would say this is good night darling, hope to hear from you soon” the call soon disconnected.

Setting her phone to her nightstand, she smiled as she thought of the man.

“See you soon”

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In Need Of An Heir Pt 4

Aemond (Canon Era) X (Baratheon! Reader)

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Warnings: mentions of forced marriage, Religious guilt.

Aemond watches you and Royce make a hasty exit from the dinner after being excused. As soon as the doors shut behind you, Aegon breaks out into a hearty laugh.

"I see you have charmed your betrothed brother. She seems truly smitten!"

Aemond looks straight at Aegon. Face stoic and cold. "So it seems." This just makes Aegon laugh harder.

"I'm sure that she is just nervous. A marriage is a big step. She is leaving her home and living somewhere new. With people she hardly knows, we would all do well to try and make her feel more comfortable. " Alicent looks at Aemond as she says this. Her usual way of asking him to do something without actually asking him.

His face remains still. There are a lot of things he will do if his mother so wishes. Going out of his way to make this girl comfortable is not one of them. Making people comfortable isn't something that he excels at, and he's self-aware.

He already has plans for the coming week. Ignore everyone and everything as much as possible. Train and attend councils as necessary and assist Criston, who is the current hand of the king, in keeping an ever watchful eye on Aegon, and that's it. Nowhere in that schedule is there room to spend time with this girl and make her comfortable. He will have to spend enough of his life with her. He should at least enjoy what time he has left.

So that is exactly what he does. The whole week goes by pretty quickly. His mother didn't bother him with much of the wedding plans, though she did ask him to meet with the jeweler to choose a necklace for his bride.

"Make sure to choose something special. This will be your first gift to her." She had said.

The jeweler has several necklaces laid out for Aemond to choose from. Most being beautiful rubies or emeralds. He spots a beautiful citrine necklace. He picks it up, turning the jewel between his fingers a few times. Maybe the yellow color will remind her of home. Make her more comfortable as his mother had suggested.

He holds the citrine necklace in his hand as he continues to peruse the other available choices when his eye stops on a beautiful sapphire necklace. His hand involuntarily passes over his eye patch.

"Make a connection" more words of wisdom from his mother.

He puts the citrine necklace down and picks up the sapphire. "This one," he rubs his thumb over the flat surface of the stone before handing it to the jeweler.

He leaves the room quickly after that, heading to his mother's chambers. She wanted to have a brief meeting with him before the wedding, which he has been putting off all week. Seeing as the wedding was tomorrow, he couldn't put it off any longer, so reluctantly, he makes the trip through the winding corridors to his mother's apartments.

As he rounds the corner, he spots your small frame. Hunched over arm outstretched on the wall, no doubt supporting your weight.

He can hear you groan out loud as he gets closer.

"Is everything alright, my lady?" He knows the true answer to this is an unequivocal no. You are being forced to marry him tomorrow after all.

When you turn and look at him, he doesn't see the fear he had seen at dinner. He can't quite place exactly what it is he sees. Your big eyes travel up and down his body.

He hates to be seen. Truly seen. Looked at gawked at like some sort of beast. What does she see? A man? A prince? A monster? He can't be sure, and it's that thought that terrifies him.

"Oh..... yes, my prince just l....... ummm big day tomorrow"

"Hmmm," he clicks his tongue as he observes you, as if trying to find any sort of sign that will tell him what it is you were thinking. What was really going on in your head.

"Are you due to visit my mother?"

"Oh no, just left her company, actually," he tries to think of some way to keep the conversation going. Maybe have a brief conversation before being wed in front of the gods.

His mind is blank and quickly gives up on this idea. "Very well then, I will keep you no longer." he walks towards his mother's door quickly and gently knocks on the door.

Never before has he wished for his mother to answer the door quickly the way he does in this moment.

You curtsy and walk off. He sees this out of the corner of his eye, but he keeps his head straightforward.

His mind is racing as he waits for his mother to answer the door, he hates not knowing things. He prides himself on knowing more than anyone else in the room. But with this. His marriage, his bride, he knows next to nothing.

Finally a chambermaid opens the door, before she has a chance to greet or curtsy Aemond walks briskly past her and into his mothers apartments.

"Mother..." his demeanor is cold but his mother knows him better than anyone. His cool facade never works on her.

"Sit Aemond, there are a few things i wish to discuss before tomorrow" she gestures to the chair directly across from her.

He sits down curling his fingers over the end of the armrest. Scratching briefly at the wood with his fingernails.

"so, as you know tomorrow you are to be married"

he sighs and looks up at the ceiling "I'm aware"

"I want to review the process, where you will stand all of those things...... but first, I want to speak to you regarding the wedding night."

He rolls his eye and shifts uncomfortably in his seat. "There is no need to discuss this mother, I know what is expected of me and will see it done"

"There is another person in this equation Aemond, I have been exactly where she is. I just mean to bring that to your attention. How you treat her on your wedding night may effect the way your entire marriage plays out. Mutual respect and care, gentleness and understanding. This isn't simply a duty to be done." She is looking at him with a solemn expression. "I just ask that you take this into consideration. That she will most likely be scared and as her husband it is part of your duty to make her feel safe"

he simply nods in understanding. Not wanting to discuss this topic any further.

"You will have some work to do in regards to showing her that you are in fact a decent man" she says this with some disdain. A tone she rarely uses when she speaks to him. A tone she uses when she talks about one particular subject. A subject he again would rather not discuss.

"Is that so? Have I already wronged her in some way?" He chuckles as he leans back in his chair. He knows exactly what his mother is referring to and it irritates him. he fancies himself a patient man though others may disagree. He does not however have any patience for being judged, right or wrong what he has done, the sins he has committed are between him and the gods and he will not explain himself to another person. That includes his mother and his soon to be wife.

"You had already made a promise to wed her and be a loyal dutiful husband when you..... took part in certain activities, so yes in a manner of speaking you have in fact wronged her in a way. But not just her. The gods of which you are about to stand in front of and be wed." She gives him that scalding look of disappointment he hates so much.

"I see" He hates that his mother is right. He prides himself on fulfilling his duties, keeping his oaths. "Well seeing as the ability to travel back in time escapes me, it seems she will have to make do."

"Just something to be mindful of" she says gently, and from there the conversation breaks out into the specifics of the wedding. Where to be and when, how the procession will take place who will do what.

Once his mother finally dismisses him he exits her apartments swiftly making his way back to his chambers. He intends to spend the rest of the day there. In his solitude, a book in hand, and that is exactly what he does. He has his supper alone in his chambers and lays down to rest much earlier than usual.

Though he is laying down sleep does not come. Tomorrow ever watchful eyes will be on him. The eyes of his mother, his brother, his bride, so many others, but most of all the gods.

The gods he knows he has no doubt disappointed. He is a kin slayer, a murderer, he has been lustful, violent, driven by revenge and hate, and now he is to stand before those same gods who's principles he has betrayed and ask them to bless the union of his marriage.

He can only hope his bride has enough goodness for the both of them.

When the morning finally comes he moves swiftly. This is what he is best at. Being given a duty to fulfill and seeing it done through to completion. He dawns some of his best attire makes his way down to the sept earlier than anticipated.

He enters the large hall of the Sept and runs his hand over the corners of the benches as he walks through. It is decorated beautifully as his mother no doubt commissioned. It seems so frivolous. To spend the money on such an affair when the common folk are suffering after the war. Especially those trying to rebuild in the Riverlands.

It needs to be done. So it will be done.

Aemond waits patiently while the others make their way to the Sept. The hall fills with people as he is directed to his post. His battle station. The voices that were filling the sept are being quieted as everyone makes their way to their assigned positions. Aemond stares ahead at the empty space where his bride will soon stand and waits.

He turns and nods his head only when his brother is carried in and placed at the front of the observers. his eyes on Aemond a lazy smile on his face.

After that he stares blankly ahead and waits for the sound of those big doors opening. The sound of his bride making her way to him.

When he hears the doors open he closes his eye and takes a deep breath, not turning his head but remaining forward facing.

it's not long before she is stationed before him. Her hair looks beautiful, her dress looks beautiful, but she looks frightened.

"she will most likely be scared and as her husband it is part of your duty to make her feel safe" his mothers words play through his head.

He gives her a small smile.

As with all of his duties he shall see this completed.

Part 5

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hello! Could I request number 5 "Shut up and kiss me already" with Morticia?

If you need a scenario maybe the reader stumbling through telling Morticia her feelings and Morticia interrupts her.

I understand if you pass on this.

But if you do, thank you!

Hey hey hey anon! Thanks for the request and I couldn’t ever pass on an opportunity to write for Morticia Addams 🤭 Hope you Enjoy!

All But Done with You ~teacher!Morticia Addams xFem teacher!Reader

Morticia works at Nevermore as teacher like the reader. Reader has developed feelings for Morticia which she is finally pushed to confess. Smut ensues. A lot of smut.

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#5. “Shut up and kiss me already”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, kissing, biting, strap fucking, doggy style, implied d!ck riding, more implied smut, hickeys and markings, biting kink, Daddy kink, praise kink, degrading kink, breeding kink, implied exhibitionist kink, magic strap, implied punishment kink…, etc.

Enjoy (;

“You should tell her!” Marilyn, your closest friend and colleague, exclaimed.

“I don’t know, Mar… I can barely get a single syllable put around Morticia… What if she doesn’t reciprocate??” you insecurely said.

At this, Marilyn clasped your hands in an embrace, “Babe, listen to me, Just go tell her. And if she brushes you off, then it’s simply her loss. Promise me. Promise me, Y/N, that you’ll try.”

“Ok Fine, I’ll try…” you whispered.

~~~

Your breathing was erratic and your were hands were shaky as you made your way to Morticia’s office after hours. All classes had finished for the day and you thought now was a better time than any. You reached her office door and took a deep breath before knocking.

“Come in…” the sultry voice of Morticia called.

You entered the room and once you actually set your eyes on the woman of your admiration, your nerves went through the roof.

“Oh Darling, It you!” Morticia’s face lit up at the sight of you, as she put away what she was working on, “What can I help you with?”

You blushed at the nickname.

“Well… I was hoping to… I wanted to tell you… something…” you stuttered.

“Of course, Darling…” Morticia purred, standing up and coming over to lean against her desk near you, “Please continue.”

“Ummm… I… well… I’ve wanted to tell you… for a long time really…” you stuttered bashfully through your confession, “I understand if you… you don’t feel the same… the same way… and I understand if it’s innapropriate… but—”

“Shut up and kiss me already…” Morticia interrupted in a sultry whisper, having moved within mere centimeters from your lips.

Your eyes widened and your breath fled, and you immediately crashed your lips onto her pale lips. But you became quickly hesitant once more. Luckily, Morticia was quick to step in, she picked you up and had you wrap your lags around her waist as she snogged you to high heaven. You both kissed until you were literally suffocating and had to pull away for air.

“Let’s move this to the bedroom, hmmm Mon Amour?” Morticia panted into your ear.

“Yes please…” you whimpered into her addictive lips.

With that, Morticia carried you to her private quarters. You thanked whatever high power of any sorts that no student nor staff was in the corridors at this time. She continued to explore your cavern and dominate your mouth, making you whimper and mewl. Once you reached her room, Morticia threw you on her bed and she locked the door. She then joined you on the bed, immediately latching her mouth to your neck and leaving trails of bite marks behind.

“Are you sure about this, darling?” Morticia paused her markings, looking up to meet your eyes.

“Yes I am so sure please Morticia…” you whimpered, already bucking your hips in need.

“Alright, well if you need to stop at any point say ‘red’, hmmm Mon Amour?” She cupped your cheek.

“I understand.” you whispered back, before connecting your lips back to hers in desperation for some sort of friction.

Morticia chuckled and pulled away, earning a whine from you, “Whining won’t get you anywhere, now be a good girl for daddy and strip…” she purred with a dark twinkle in her eye and a dark change in her tone.

Your eyes widened and you gulped, “yes daddy…”

“good girl…” she purred, standing up slowly and teasingly removing her own dress.

You moaned at the sight of her glorious body being revealed. You quickly stripped all of your clothing until you were completely naked on the bed, still gawking at Morticia who was in a stunning black garter undergarment set. She then crawled towards you on the bed to the point where she had you trapped between her body and the head board.

“Daddy wants to fuck you all night and in so many ways…” Morticia purred in your ear, “Would you like that, my sweet girl?”

Your breath hitched, “Yes please want you to fuck me daddy want you to use me god please…!” You whimpered.

Morticia’s eyes widened and she smirked at your pleading, “Oh my… You’re daddy’s little slut aren’t you…?”

You bucked your hips up to try and meet Morticia, but failed, “Yes daddy please I’m your slut please daddy…!!” You pled.

Morticia then got off the bed completely, making you whine from the loss of contact.

“You whine one more time slut and daddy will bend you over her lap and smack your pretty little ass till you say anything but ‘daddy’ and ‘please’…” Morticia growled.

You gulped, “I’m sorry daddy… won’t happen again sorry…” you whispered, looking down to the ground.

“Look at me, slut…” Morticia purred.

When you looked up, you couldn’t contain yourself anymore… Morticia was wearing a delicious, black strap-on… A massive one at that…

“Daddy…” you whimpered.

Morticia crawled onto the bed and scooched you onto the center of the bed. You yelped at her cold hands on your thighs.

“Tell me what you want, slut…” Morticia purred, her lustful eyes boring into your soul.

“Want you to fuck me… please daddy fuck me…” you whimpered.

Morticia smirked, obviously satisfied with your answer as she lined herself up with your aching cunt. She slid into your heat with a groan, bottoming you out in one swoop. You immediately grabbed onto Morticia and cried out in overwhelming pleasure.

“Fuck… Daddy… So big…” you whimpered.

“I know, sweet slut, taking Daddy so well, Fuck… Daddy’s using her special dick where she can feel everything… Can feel your pretty tight walls fluttering around my dick, sweet thing…” Morticia groaned.

“Can you… fuck can you move daddy please…?” You pled breathlessly.

Morticia nodded and began thrusting in and out of your throbbing core, eliciting strings of cries and mewls from both you and Morticia. She started really pounding into you, making you cry out in pleasure even more. At one point, Morticia’s hand grazed your neck and you moaned out instinctually, bucking your hips into Morticia’s ruttings even more.

“What’s that sweet slut…? Does someone like Daddy’s hand around their throat..?” Morticia panted out tauntingly.

“Yes GOD YES please Daddy want your hand please daddy!!” You cried out.

Once Morticia placed her hand on your neck and applied some pressure, you were done for. And God, Morticia thought she would die at the feeling of your walls clenching around her magic dick. Your screams were music to her ears.

“Fuck, sweet girl, I’m about to cum.. Wanna fill you up with my cum… Would you like that, sweet slut?” Morticia groaned.

“Yes please daddy fill me up with your cum want you to cum use me please daddy…!!” You pled with a strangled voice from Morticia’s hand on your throat.

Morticia came with a strangled cry, spurting her white cum all over your fluttering walls, “Fuck! Such a good girl letting me fill you up… my sweet little cum dumpster…!!”

You moaned out in tandem to Morticia’s cries. You both were left panting messes, sticky with each others cum.

“Fuck, I’d bet my sweet slut would love to be bitch fucked by daddy, hmm??” Morticia breathlessly purred.

Your hodded eyes lit up and you bit your lip in anticipation, “Please daddy wanna be your whore…” you moaned out.

At that, Morticia swiveled your body around and guided you to spread your legs and arch your back for her. And she quickly slid back into your soaking cunt. You both groaned out in relief.

“Such a whore for daddy…” Morticia panted, snaking her hand around to your throat and wrapping her lengthy, cold fingers around it, “Tell me what you want me to do to you, sweet slut… What does that naughty mind of yours think about when your alone and touching yourself to the sinful thoughts of Daddy…”

You whimpered out in response as Morticia’s began pounding into from behind while still expecting an answer from you, “Want you to mark me Daddy… show everyone I’m yours… breed me Fuck Daddy!!” You cried out as Morticia hit that sweet spot inside you.

Morticia bit her lip and groaned at your words, “I’d love nothing more, Mon Amour…!”

“Fuck Daddy ‘Mmmm gonna cum!!” You cried out, your orgasm suddenly hitting you out of nowhere. Your hands clenched the bedsheets tightly as your toes curled in delight, as you came for the second time that night.

“Such a greedy slut…” Morticia growled, “Can’t even wait to ask to cum can you…?”

She didn’t stop pounding into you even through your orgasm.

“Fuck daddy I’m sorry daddy!!” You whimpered.

“Shhh baby, take Daddy’s dick like a good girl…” Morticia purred.

“Shit! Yes daddy…!” You cried out, feeling your core to start to tighten a third time, and it was tightening rapidly so.

Morticia chuckled, “Fuck baby I can feel your pretty walls fluttering again, you wanna cum again for daddy? Fuck, keep squeezing me like this and we’ll cum together… I’ll fucking breed you like the bitch you are…!” She groaned.

Tears were running down your face now from the overstimulation, “YES Daddy please breed me fill me want to cum around your spurting dick please daddy!!” You begged.

You both came together, screaming in tandem as you clenched around Morticia’s dick and she thrusted deeper than you ever though someone could reach into you. She pulled out of your sensitive cunt, and you both collapsed on the bed, panting heavily.

“Thank you, Daddy…” you mumbled, nuzzling into her neck.

At that, Morticia pulled you on top of her, and began biting and marking your neck and breasts. Once she’d seemed to be satisfied with her work, she looked up at you.

“Oh Baby…” Morticia purred, grinding her dick up against your sensitive pussy, “Daddy’s all but done with you…”

[matthyeu]

you love mozart ― ktr.

pairing ⇢ kim taerae x gn!reader 

genre ⇢ angst, forbidden love, royal!au

warnings ⇢ slight violence, i find it kinda cliche but it’s cute

word count ⇢ 2.8k

synopsis ⇢ no one ever understood why a prince was so caught up in playing an instrument when there were people hired to play music, people like you. (part 2)

notes ⇢ this time on prince!zb1 who want to do everything but be a prince (ummm i just like royal aus ig??) + it is pertinent to my plans

a quick tune was all taerae needed before he started his mid-morning guitar session. it was really the only time he was allowed to practice his skills. early morning or late night would wake people, even when he tried not to. his father would always come into his room to lecture about the needs of other people before his outrageous need to play music. then during the day, he would be too busy doing other princely matters he didn’t even consider necessary. 

it was rare for him to let something distract him from his limited time to play; however, at the sound of another instrument’s melody, he couldn’t help but wonder who produced it. as far as he knew, the piano in the middle of the palace was for mere decoration, not use. there wasn’t even anyone who could play it!

but there you were, sitting at the piano bench and focusing on the sheet music in front of you. well, for the most of it. at some points you even closed your eyes, the movement of your fingers coming naturally to you as they produced music. 

“enjoy the music, son?”

he turned on his heel to meet his father’s gaze, the father who disapproved so greatly of his musical ambitions. 

“you’ve never cared for music, father. you always tell me i’m causing a ruckus when playing, so why hire someone to do the same. isn’t one of me already enough for you?” he pondered. 

“well, now that there is someone who can play–extremely well may i add–there should be no need for you to fiddle with your own instrument. leave it up to the professionals, the ones who actually spend their whole lives practicing to be able to play well. instead, do carry on with your own duties. more time means more things to be done.” 

as his father left, taerae could only look back at you, a slight jealousy growing in his eyes. how could someone be granted with a life where they were able to play music whenever they wanted? why was he granted a life of luxury and duties when he could have been like you? 

as much as he wanted to hate you for being able to live his dream, he couldn’t. how could he when you immediately stood up from the bench to bow upon opening your eyes and seeing him. he could tell you were kind, not someone he could hate for baseless reasons. 

“do you have a specific song you want to hear, your highness?” 

still, he could not face you so easily, for you still held a power he didn’t have, the only one he didn’t have. you held the power of freedom, the freedom to play music whenever you wanted to cheer people up, which was the only thing taerae ever wanted in his life. 

“no thank you. do carry on.” 

he walked away from you without another word. after all, if his father was using you as a means of diminishing his passion for music, it was in his best interest to not be discouraged by your musical ability. one day he would be like that too. 

it didn’t take very long for taerae to stop ignoring you. you sat at the piano day after day, playing music whenever anyone asked, whether it be the cleaners who wanted background music to work to or a visitor who wanted a warm welcome. it was hard to not become interested in the pianist who put everything into every note. 

that was why one week after your arrival, taerae couldn’t help but stand and watch you play as he was heading back to his room after a long day of meetings. he watched with a content smile on his face, taking in the music you played. you played more beautifully than any of the pianists he had seen in recitals. 

“your highness!” 

your exclamation forced his eyes open to see you standing in a stiff bow. a panic ensued in him, waving his hands around as if a sign to tell you it was alright. of course, you couldn’t see anything in your bowed state. 

“it’s far alright,” he attempted again with his voice, “it wasn’t my intent of scaring you. i was just enjoying the music. you can stand. no need to bow any longer.” 

upon command you shot back up, hands folded in front of you. you looked frightened, as if you were scared he would do something to you. taerae wouldn’t even think of doing anything. he admired having someone so similar to him in his home. 

“would you…like me to play something for you?” you hesitated, unable to look him in the eye. 

he tried giving you a reassuring smile that he was safe, but he didn’t know if that would reach your petrified state. “sure, that would be lovely.” 

immediately you went back to sitting on the piano bench, finger hovering over the keys to play. however, you didn’t begin playing right away. you seemed to be in deep thought about something, probably what you wanted to play for him. in the end, you couldn’t decide, and instead, asked a question to help. 

“do you prefer beethoven or mozart?” 

he chuckled at your nervous question, but answered quickly to ease those nerves. “i prefer beethoven.” 

you quickly flipped through your book of sheet music, trying to find the perfect piece to play to him. though, your frantic hands did make you drop several sheets, which made you even more panicked. 

taerae understood how you felt though. most people were nervous in the presence of royalty. he tried to make conversation, so you could feel a little more comfortable around him. after all, he wanted to know more about how your pursuit of your career came about. 

“how about you, whose pieces do you prefer?” he asked as you finally pulled the appropriate sheet music on the music rack. 

“me?” 

he nodded, “yes, who do you prefer out of beethoven and mozart?” 

you thought about it for a moment as you placed your hands on the appropriate keys to start the piece. “well, i prefer mozart. i think his pieces tend to be more fun than beethoven’s.” 

taerae’s smile widened seeing as you began to feel less tense around him, so he let you play. as you played, he recognized the melody more. you were playing one of his favorite pieces. 

“tempest,” he finally said once you paused your hands. 

you nodded. “i just thought you’d appreciate that one. a lot of people have asked me to play moonlight sonata, so i wanted to change it up a bit.” 

“sonata no. 17 is one of my favorites actually, especially the movement you played.” 

“really?” you asked, now turning to him, “do you enjoy classical music?” 

“very much,” he confirmed, “my father tries to get me out to recitals, hoping that listening to music would rid me of my need to play myself. it has only strengthened it.” 

“play? are you a pianist?” 

he shook his head. “no i could never play the piano. i like playing guitar when i find the time to.” 

“i’m sure you’re amazing for what time you have. i imagine it’s quite difficult to have time for yourself when you’re preparing to take over a whole kingdom. it sounds a bit tedious with all the meetings and whatever else princes usually do in their lives.” 

he rolled his eyes while leaning on the piano. “believe me, it’s a whole lot of gibberish and things i probably won’t even remember a week from now. it’s so boring to sit around while people discuss things i have no say in yet as i’m in no position of power. i wish i had more allotted time to practice, but i’m always doing these things. even now, it’s quite hard when i have to play to myself.” 

“then, would you perhaps want to play for me?” you offered, “no one would question any noise if it came from here. besides, i could be the audience you wanted.” 

it was an offer taerae thought he would never receive, so he went straight to his room to retrieve his instrument. perhaps, having you around wasn’t the worst after all. 

the next few weeks were filled with a lot of things, mainly you playing beethoven for taerae and taerae playing some of his own pieces to you. 

you two had bonded over many things. you both had told many stories, stories that would be far too long to tell only over the short amount of time he had between his work. instead, he often invited you over to his room past dark, when everyone was sleep and could not catch the pianist sneaking into the prince’s room. 

mid-talk, taerae winced at the way you played with his fingers, the calluses on his fingers stung in contact with your hands. you hesitantly pulled your hands away, but he nodded as an indication that it was alright for you to continue. 

“i just want to be able to play more. the calluses have been in development, but because my schedule is so irregular, it always seems to pain me more than needed.” 

“you just have to give it time,” you explained, “eventually the calluses will help you play more frequently.” 

“that’s just it! i don’t have the time even if they have developed. my father has so many other plans for me that i feel these calluses will just be a pain in my hands when i have to do something else. i can’t play the guitar when i have so many other things to do,” he complained. 

by then, you had already dropped taerae’s hands to pay more attention to him. you had to think long and hard about his predicament, but you eventually came up with an answer: “you should just tell your father you want to be a guitarist.” 

he looked at you and then leaned back, trying to find some sign of joking in your expression. why would you encourage him to defy his own father? why were you encouraging him to go against the king? he found no sign of that, just your stoic expression staring back at him. 

“you’re insane, how could i–” 

“taerae.” 

he looked at you, the seriousness not burning in your eyes. those eyes knew he was hesitating. 

“you want to be a guitarist. you don’t want to fill your day with whatever princely duties there are,” you laid out, “you shouldn’t have to give up on your dream because of a life planned before you even had a say in it.”

he sighed, taking your hand into his and barely feeling the tenderness of your fingers. there were so many things you didn’t know about his life, and he didn’t want you encouraging things that were impossible. 

“it’s impossible. i can’t–” 

oh you loved to cut him off. “nothing is impossible. dreams are for you to follow, not for them to stay as dreams. if you love to do something, you should do it, even if there is something holding you back. this is your life and, you get to live it for yourself. this isn’t a life someone else dictates for you. you are your own person. you can make your own decisions. you can follow your dream if you believe you can. i believe you can.” 

he wanted to believe you, but there were so many things that could go wrong. he leaned in further to keep the conversation close and quiet. such a risky topic made him fear more that someone may be eavesdropping on you two. 

“i’m terrified,” he admitted, “i’m terrified about what would happen if i go against my father. i’m terrified i’ll be left alone in this world if i try to follow my dreams of being a guitarist. i’m just terrified.” 

you held his shoulders, leaning in yourself to try to calm him down. 

“you will not be alone,” you guaranteed, “you will always have me. i am a musician, and i am happy with what i’m doing. i’m not living a luxurious life, but i’m happy. i don’t want you to be living a life where you’re not happy.” 

it was hard to understand the words you were saying. the close proximity made taerae’s main focus your face, especially your lips. 

when you found him not paying attention to you, you made eye contact with him, soon mimicking his actions when you realized what had him preoccupied. 

without much thought, you two closed the gap between you two, lips against each other for a brief moment. for a moment, taerae felt like his worries had all washed away, like he was finally free from his life. 

however, it did have to end eventually when you abruptly pulled away, clearly shocked at your own actions. you couldn’t believe what you had done. 

“i should go,” you stammered, getting up from his bed, “i hope you’ll listen to my suggestion. i just want you to be happy.”

SLAP! 

holding his hand to his cheek, taerae stared at the king. it was a cruel reminder that before this man was a father, one who should accept the decisions of his child, he was the king, one who only cared about raising the perfect future ruler. 

“you are a prince, not a guitarist. your main job is to learn about the ways this kingdom is handled because it will be yours someday. you have no time to play a role you don’t fit.” 

when he remembered your words, he was able to fight back. “the role i don’t fit is not the guitarist. it’s the prince.” 

the king scoffed. “you can’t deny what’s in your blood. it’s who you are, who you were born as. you were foolish to think you could. why even try?” 

he was silent, not knowing what else to say. he did, however, find some courage to speak up more when he realized his father understood more about his thoughts. 

“the pianist…”

“what?” 

“that pianist is the one who ruined you!” 

no, he couldn’t pull you into this mess. you only pushed him. this was the dream he had always had. you had nothing to do with it. 

“father, stop! this is my own doing. don’t pull other people into it!” 

that didn’t stop the king. taerae desperately followed behind the fuming man, pleading for him to not accuse you of something you didn’t do. he knew what the king was capable of, and he didn’t want you to face the consequences of his actions. 

still, he was useless, thrown away by his own father before watching you be tormented by someone much more powerful than you. 

you who were so adamant about him following his dreams. you who were so passionate about defending a love for music. you who were so brave in his eyes. they all crumbled down at the sight of the angry king. him being thrown by his own father only enforced the nauseating feeling in your chest. 

he wanted to speak, to yell so badly, but there was a knot in his throat. the only communication he had was in his eyes. i’m sorry.

even through the fear in your eyes, you managed to send one back. it’s okay. 

“you were supposed to put out the flame that was his desire to play music on that dreaded instrument. you only fed it more kindling.” 

“i don’t what you’re talking about your–” 

“don’t even try to lie to me. i have gotten reports of your exchanges after his works, how you talk for times when he passes about music. i’ve heard the way you’ve played for him and only gave him more reason to love music. and now, there’s no need for you anymore because you’ve proven to me that there will only be trouble so long as you are here.” 

the king looked back at his son, an evil look in his eyes forming. taerae knew what was going to happen. 

“away with you.” 

upon orders, several soldiers and guards came to your side. when you struggled, they only put more force on you, using your own body weight to destroy what you loved the most. every part of you would soon be gone from the palace, both yourself and the piano you gave life to. it was all his fault. 

when he tried to reach you, there were more people holding them back. he was powerless. finally, he found the courage to talk again, the knot in his throat untying itself. 

“i’ll find you somehow!” he called out, “i will! even if it does take a hundred years, maybe even more. just remember! you love mozart. i love beethoven.” 

taerae meant it figuratively when he said he would continue searching for you even past a hundred years. he didn’t know it would really be around two hundred until he could hear you play the piano again.