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spearofheaven · 2 months ago

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⋆˚࿔ BODY PAINT — tattoo artist! geto suguru

SUM. your birthday plans had been just to get a tattoo. so how’d you end up getting eaten out too?

CONTAINS. 5.8k words. 18+ content, MDNI. non canon compliant/alternate universe. x fem! reader. pierced/tatted geto. cunnilingus. hair pulling (m receiving). fingering. unprotected p in v. doggy. pet names (pretty girl, cutie, etc.). finger sucking. spanking (once). creampie. kinda public sex (?)

Portraits and portraits of art pieces covering the walls welcomed you as you stepped inside, the jingle of the bell perched on the front announcing your entrance.

From dragons to variations of skulls—some with roses, lightning, and a couple of the grim reaper. You could easily lose yourself looking at all the different works, staring at how all the different lines came together and how the colors melded into one another.

“What're you looking for today?" A low baritone voice interrupted your brief exploration of the parlor. You turned to see a man standing at the counter with pigtails, a black line going across his nose and a couple piercings scattered across his pale face. How was it that you'd missed him upon walking inside?

"I was thinking about getting a tattoo, do you guys happen to accept walk-ins?" You responded, coming up to the counter where the man was standing. Choso, from what his name tag read. "We do, our current tattoo artist's busy though. You mind waiting about.. twenty minutes?"

You supposed it wasn't too bad after showing up without an appointment so you just simply nodded, going over to take a seat in the lobby. There was only one other person sitting on the end of the black sofa, their attention purely on the show playing on the TV mounted on the wall. You went from playing with your fingers to looking over at the TV, attempting to do anything that would make these twenty minutes pass by.

"Hey, go ahead and fill this out. And let me see your ID," Choso came back with a sheet of paper, a consent form. You fished for your ID in the back pocket of your jeans before handing it over to him, starting out with the task of filling out the paper. Signing your initials where it asked you to, reading through the different medical conditions that the paper explicitly listed out.

Your foot bounced against the floor as you waited, sudden nerves starting to hit you all at once now that you were in here. You knew that you wanted a tattoo, you'd been looking forward towards getting it for a few months now. But the little nagging voice inside your head told you that you could barely tolerate a needle at the doctor's office, and that was only for a couple seconds in of itself. How would you tolerate almost an hour of it?

A woman walked out from the back of the parlor, a tattoo of what seemed to be her birth year wrapped up in cling wrap. But your attention was quickly diverted to the man coming out after her—though, you supposed it would be hard not to stare at him. He was absolutely.. gorgeous. Long dark black hair that practically seemed to shine underneath the harsh lights tied back in a half bun, eyebrow and snake bites piercings accentuating the features of his face, and dark ink adorning his forearms.

"Here's the aftercare sheet, just shoot me a text or something if you have any concerns or anything," the man told the woman before she stepped away from the counter, handing her a white paper. The jingle of the bell echoed behind her as she left, leaving only the four of you alone in the lobby. Maybe this wasn't who Choso was talking about? You couldn't picture yourself or your panties for that matter lasting hours in a room with him.

Though, you probably should've expected as much with your luck.

"You got time for a walk-in?" Choso spoke up, nudging his head towards you when the other man was finished pocketing his tip. The man glanced over at you before pulling his phone out of his pocket, scrolling through it for a couple seconds. "Yeah, I got time," the other man walked over, standing in front of you before extending a hand out, "Geto Suguru." The coldness from the silver rings adorning each of his fingers was a stark difference from how warm his hand seemed to be. You gave him your name, stopping the handshake before it prolonged more than it should've.

More than it already did.

"So, what type of tattoo were you looking for?" Geto pushed his hands in his pockets, standing back to allow for you to get up from the spot. "I'm not too sure how to describe it, but I have a reference photo, if that's okay?" You told him, getting your phone out to go back to your camera roll. "Yeah, that's fine. Just airdrop to me when you find it."

The smell of antibacterial spray filled your nose as you stepped in, the room somehow been more decorated than the one outside. Geto had a couple of his designs up on the wall along with a couple band posters—Nirvana, Iron Maiden, and Led Zeppelin being some of the more prominent ones. A couple figures placed on a shelf, photos decorating them as well. "Go on and take a seat. I'll be right there," he told you, opening up one of his drawers.

You took a seat on the leather chair in the middle of the chair, leaning against it before looking over to see what he was doing. "So.. how bad is it supposed to hurt?" You decided to ask, bracing yourself for the worst answer that he could give you. Despite the fact that you knew arm tattoos weren't all that painful from the two hours of research you'd done. "I can't give you a straightforward answer since not everyone has the same pain tolerance. But I'll walk you through the process before I start."

"The first thing I'm gonna do is shave your arm," Geto started off, opening up a pack of razors in front of you. Almost like he wanted to reassure you that everything he was using was new. "Around what area do you want the tattoo?" You opened your arm, gesturing around your inner forearm. Geto shaved the hair around the middle, wiping the residue away with a tissue.

"Next thing I'm gonna do is rub some alcohol on there and put on this cream," he brought up a small container into your line of vision, "It's not numbing cream before you get any ideas. Just so the stencil sticks." The rest of the process had gone relatively fast, the smell of rubbing alcohol filling up the space between the two of you. Geto placed the stencil on your arm, looking over at you to gauge your reaction. "Is this placement okay or do you want me to change it? Don't hesitate to ask, since y'know.. it is kinda permanent."

After a couple minutes of deliberation, Suguru placed the stencil where you’d decided. "So I'm gonna go ahead and put the needle on your arm just to go ahead and see if you can tolerate it," the machine whirred to life with the press of a button, "If you don't think you can tolerate it, just let me know and I'll wipe off the stencil." Geto turned around to face you, the buzzing of the tattoo gun getting louder the closer it got to your arm. All the nerves that you'd felt earlier seemed so silly now. While you felt the pressure of the needle , it was nothing like the excruciating pain you'd heard others have.

You cleared your throat before looking back over at him again, "Yeah, I can handle it." Suguru simply nodded, uncapping the bottle of black ink before almost filling up the small container in front of him. He arranged the small containers almost perfectly aligned to each other, the small work space that he'd set in front of him looking meticulous. Even the napkin that he'd grabbed was neatly folded up in three squares.

You'd almost wished that it was Choso doing the tattoo instead. Because, this, well this simply just wasn't fair. It wasn't fair how he managed to look so goddamn pretty just doing the most menial of tasks. The almost intoxicating scent of amber from his cologne filling up your senses with how close he was. You weren't sure if was better or worse for you that he didn't notice just how affected you were, of how much his presence alone was making you want to ditch the whole idea of getting a tattoo.

"You need something to help you relax? I got a couple stress balls hanging around or I could play something on the TV if you want," Suguru sat down on the rolling chair next to you, already grabbing the TV remote next to you. "Can you just play something, please?" Geto flickered through a couple of the channels available, settling on what was on the TV mounted outside. Not particularly your first choice, but enough to get your mind off the tattoo, at least.

And to get your mind off the very attractive man next to you trying to do his job.

"So, any meaning behind this tattoo or you just decided you wanted to get it?" Suguru broke the silence, though his focus was purely on tracing the piece of work in front of him. "Just saw it on Pinterest and I related to it a bit. Well, that and the design itself seemed pretty to me," you offered, staying still and keeping your attention on the TV. "I can follow the design that you showed me or I could try to improve on it. That is, if you have trust in my abilities," he spoke up after a couple seconds, purple eyes almost seeming to bore into you.

"Can I see some of your abilities in place?" As hot as the man was—you didn't want to risk the tattoo coming out like complete dog shit. Suguru let out a short laugh, getting up from his spot before flipping through a couple drawers. He came back with a leather bound sketchbook, placing it on your lap. "I'm not much to show my works to others, but feel free to flip around if that helps you decide," you opened up the sketchbook with your available arm, immediately being greeted with a plethora of colors.

Not only were the pieces themselves better than what you could've expected, but they were so realistic. The shading of each drawing accentuating it perfectly against the lighting of the room, almost like he'd focused on that more than the actual drawing. You shut the sketchbook after flipping through a couple pages of different flowers, animals, and whatever else his brain could conjure up—handing it back to an expectant Geto. "It'd be wrong not to have faith in you after seeing that," you mused, watching him set the sketchbook aside before he went back to tracing.

"Don't worry, I'm still gonna follow the whole outline and shit. Just wanna make it look a little bit better is all," he responded, dipping the needle onto the container of black ink before bringing it back to your arm. You turned to look at much progress he'd done after the forty minute episode had ended only to realize he was just finishing up with the tip of the design. An incredibly detailed tip, though. "You okay? Don't want you passing out on me or anything."

"No, I'm fine," you reassured, going back to watching the TV in the comfortable silence that had built in the room. The only sounds emanating from the room were the soft whirring of the tattoo gun and the screaming of a couple characters on screen. "Have you watched this before?" You decided to break the silence after a while, turning to look over at him. "Something like that. Haven't watched much after the fourth season. Don't really have a buncha time available to watch TV."

The rest of the session had gone moderately well, the two of you sitting in silence for a majority of the time albeit for a couple questions that either he or you asked. He was, oddly enough, easy to talk to. "Okay, I'm gonna go in with a white paint. It's gonna hurt more than the other one so just tell me if it gets to be too much," he told you, pouring white paint into one of those small containers. And you felt the difference between the two, looking over to see him adding small marks with the white paint. Small marks that were starting to hurt like a motherfucker.

"Easy, you did so well for me throughout the session. This is nothing compared to that," Suguru spoke up, raising the tattoo gun to give you a small break. One of his gloved hands went to the furrow settled in your brow, gently easing it over before changing out the gloves for a fresh pair. You weren't even sure when you'd even started to grimace so badly. "Easy for you to say," you grumbled underneath your breath, certain that he wouldn't have caught it. But if the way his eyes shot up to look at you with a slightly amused smile was anything to go by, he did.

"You make it so hard to be nice to you," Geto muttered, turning the tattoo gun back on and going back to adding the fine white strokes. Maybe it'd been the fact that he'd offered that small bit of reassurance or maybe it was the fact that you could feel the session was starting to come to an end, but the pain didn't quite feel as bad as the first go. "Alright, we're all done," he spoke up after a couple minutes, turning the tattoo gun off and placing it on the table next to him.

"You mind if I get a couple pictures?" He waited for you to nod before setting up the ring light next to you, pulling his phone out. You extended your arm out to where he had the camera pointed, the tattoo on display. "Mm, hold on," Suguru muttered to himself, one of his hands wrapping around your wrist to adjust the angle. His touch almost seeming to linger more than necessary. Surely, all of this wasn't necessary just for a single photo, right? Especially when you weren't even the subject of said photo.

"You're gonna want to avoid shaving or waxing the area while it's still healing, some peeling's normal but just come to me if you have any concerns," he continued to explain the process of the aftercare involved, wrapping the tattoo up in cling wrap. "Try not to fuck it up," Geto led you over to the front desk, ringing you up for the price. "Wasn't it $120 and not $100?" You questioned, grabbing your wallet from your pocket.

"Consider it a birthday discount of sorts, pretty girl," the nickname spilled out so easily that you might've almost missed it. As if you needed more things to overthink about from this encounter. You handed him a hundred dollar bill with a ten dollar tip, giving him a short thanks before leaving the parlor. You looked over at the aftercare sheet that he'd given you at the counter, seeing his Instagram scrawled out in pretty decent penmanship. Well, at least you had plans for when you got back to your apartment tonight.

You knew that the tattoo was healing nicely—that you'd put the expensive ass ointment that Geto had recommended the designated three times a day. So why exactly did you find yourself standing outside the tattoo parlor once more? Out of concern for the new ink or just wanting to see Suguru once more? It couldn't be the latter, right? Not like you'd spent hours scrolling through his Instagram these last couple days to see what he'd thought about the tattoo. Definitely not the latter.

After all, he did say come to him if you had any concerns.

Surprisingly, it wasn't Choso to greet you at the counter this time around. Suguru was standing there, rearranging a couple pieces of body jewelry onto the glass display before he lifted his head to see who'd walked in the door. "You didn't let it get infected, did you? I spent hours on that thing," he didn't even bother with a greeting as Choso had done, already looking annoyed at the prospect. "Your concern for my health's endearing too."

"Yeah, yeah, what're you here for?"

"I just wanted to check up with you to see if the tattoo was healing nicely," the practiced lie slipped out of your tongue without any effort, plenty of rehearsals in your head allowing for it to slip out with any second thought.

"Alright, I have a couple minutes before my next appointment gets here," Suguru gestured for you to join him, opening the door for you. The space looked pretty much the same as the day you'd come in—which you should've expected, since it was only a week ago—albeit for a couple pencils scattered on top of a sketchbook in the middle of his desk. You took a seat on the leather chair, waiting for him to finish cleaning up his space.

Suguru grabbed a white box of gloves, grabbing a pair before placing them on. "So, what're you concerned about?" He questioned, long fingers running through your skin as he looked at how the tattoo was healing. "Well, it's been peeling a bit. I just wanted to know if that was normal or if I'm fucking something up somehow. I've been putting on the ointment you recommended three times a day."

Geto let out a small hum before leaning back on the rolling chair, folding his arms across his chest. His very muscular arms, the material of his black button down practically straining against them with the motion. "Your tattoo seems to healing well. Bit of peeling's normal as a new layer of skin comes in, nothing to worry about too much. Usually the area starts to get red if it's starting to get infected."

And maybe you should've taken that as a cue to leave. But you found yourself wanting to bask in whatever couple seconds that he would give you, unable to think about any other opportunities where you'd see him. Well, any other opportunities that didn't involve you spending upwards of a hundred dollars. You made no effort to move just yet, folding your hands over your lap. Trying to think of anything else to prolong this visit.

A couple moments of silence pass between the two of you before Suguru opens his mouth up to speak, only to get interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. "Yo, someone named Larue's here for their appointment," Choso called out from the other side, his foot tapping against the hardwood floor. Suguru gives you a glance before answering back, "Ask him to reschedule. Tell him that I'm sorry and I'll give him a discount or something."

Choso's heavy boots echoed against the floor as he walked away, leaving you alone with Geto once more. "So, tell me, what exactly is it that you're doing here again? And don't lie to me, talking about some 'I wanna see if my tattoo's healing properly,'" And you almost rolled your eyes at the way he raised his voice in pitch, mocking you with a short chuckle. Almost.

"First of all, I don't sound like that. Second, I really did just come to see if it was healing properly," And despite your words, you couldn't bring yourself to move from the chair just yet. "So maybe I should go tell Larue to come back for his appointment. Since we determined your tattoo's healing nicely, our time's done," You would've thought that he was bluffing but he moved to get up from his chair, walking over to the door.

"Wait," you called out before he managed to turn the doorknob, looking over to see him already staring at you with an expectant look on his face. Like he was about five seconds away from telling you to get off the leather chair. "So maybe, there's a slight chance that I didn't just come here just because I was concerned about my tattoo," you muttered almost reluctantly, avoiding looking at him directly.

"And why don't you try telling me why you came here instead?" Suguru stepped away from the door, returning to his spot in the seat next to you. Where you couldn't avoid looking at him even if you wanted to. How would you even begin telling him that he's been clouding your mind since last week just from that three hour interaction? That you've refreshed his Instagram page more times than you could count to see what he'd say about the piece?

You gulped, willing for the words to come out before he got the chance to go back to the door again. But you couldn't. Couldn't bring yourself to the potential humiliation that would inevitably come if you had just been delusional about this all along.

"You here because you want me to fuck you?" And the words that you'd struggled to spit out, he'd just said them so bluntly. You were expecting for him to look at you with that same mocking smile from earlier, but he seemed to be genuinely analyzing you. Waiting. "No, no, of course, I was just here to.." You hadn't quite rehearsed for this part in your mind.

"Because if you were, then I'd say that I was thinking about you too, cutie," and before you had the chance to respond, he was already speaking again, "So I'm just gonna ask you again. Are you here because you want me to fuck you?"

Now that there was little chance of your advances getting rejected, the word slipped out so easily, "Yes."

"Go on and lay back for me. Wanna taste you," and by how quick he was to get on his knees in front of you, you'd guess that he was doing this for his pleasure more than yours. "Lift up your hips," you followed his words without hesitation, letting him slide your jeans off and place them to the side. Large tattooed hands spread your thighs apart, presenting you like a feast to the man before you.

And you would've felt some ounce of embarrassment for the wet spot that quickly built up in the middle of your panties in just the five minutes of being here—if it weren't for the fact that Geto's cock was already straining against the material of his jeans. "Mph, fuck!" Geto quickly pulled your attention back to the issue at hand, his tongue prodding against your clothed cunt. "Not so loud, you don't want Choso to hear us," he clicked his tongue, giving you somewhat of a relief when he pulled away.

A very short lived relief. His tongue traced the outline of your slick folds through the material of your thin panties, his eyes closed. The tip of his tongue swirled against your clit, your cunt leaking out onto your underwear. You'd be lucky at this rate, if you could wear them back home. And almost like he'd read your mind, his fingers hooked in the waistband of your panties before sliding them down to your ankles.

You waited to feel his tongue on your cunt again—but nothing came. You looked over at him, watching as he just observed your weeping pussy. "Thought you were eager to taste," you muttered, a scoff leaving from his lips. A gust of wind blowing to your cunt, your walls clenching all the much more. Eager to receive whatever he could give. "Let me admire for a bit. We got enough time," Suguru let out a small tsk after, his face in front of your cunt. And before you had the chance to say anything more—his tongue was already on your labia.

Your syrupy slick dripped onto his expecting tongue, his eyes almost rolling back at the taste. The small silver ball at the end of his tongue piercing flicked against your folds with every lick, each touch serving to have you clenching around pure air. Your hips bucked up to meet his movements, his large hands holding you down in mere seconds. "What'd I say? Let me enjoy this, pretty girl. Told you we got enough time."

"Such a tease," your grumbled words came out more breathless than you would've liked. "And you're so impatient," he retorted without missing a beat. A hushed whine escaped from your lips when you felt him pull away, his mouth moving to your inner thighs. Pressing open mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin, nibbling down just hard enough for it to leave a mark behind. "Promise I'll take care of you, sweet girl. Have some trust in my abilities."

“You say that but your abilities have been less than stellar lately."

A couple dark locks fell out of place, framing his face almost perfectly. You'd almost expected Suguru to look offended at the implication of your words—but all he did was seem to find some kind of amusement. "Guess I'll have to repair that then," he murmured, more so to your cunt than to you, his tongue prodding in and out of your entrance. "You're not doing a g-Oh fuck!" He immediately made you swallow whatever retort you were planning, his tongue penetrating inside of you.

Suguru swiped his tongue up and down your cunt, the lower half of his face covered in a mixture of your slick and his own spit. Your eyes fluttered shut, the tip of his nose prodding against your clit with every swipe that he made. "Keep looking at me, pretty. Keep those pretty eyes on me," you opened your eyes to see purple eyes already looking back at you, resuming his actions all too greedily. He was so messy when it came to eating you out—spitting into your cunt, watching almost all too eagerly as you clenched around the liquid.

"Please," a whine left your lips, your fingers tugging on his hair. Whatever act of defiance you'd tried to put on earlier had quickly faded away, all you were feeling was need. An almost slutty moan left his lips at the sudden tug, one of his hands grabbing on to yours. "Come on, you can pull harder, can't you?" An even louder groan escaped his lips at the harder tug you gave this time around—the tips of your fingers digging into his scalp. "Now, what were you saying please for?" His words came out muffled, his face buried in between your legs. "Your fingers, please."

"Since you asked so nicely," Suguru took to that almost immediately, two long fingers pushing past the ring of muscle before curling to hit your g-spot. His mouth instantly attached itself to your throbbing clit, pushing through your clitoral hood to get to the bundle of nerves. "F-Fuck, don't stop, don't stop," you sounded like a broken record, your thighs pressing tightly against the sides of his face while his tongue swirled around your clit.

"Gonna cum, gonna cum," any other thought that you had apart from cumming had been quickly fucked out of you, your grip on his hair tightening even further. Not that Suguru minded by any means, moaning against your cunt with every tug. The vibrations only added to the dual stimulation, your back arching off the chair. Needing to get more. Pushing your hips against his face, bucking up to meet every swipe of his tongue. "Cum for me, princess, come on. You can do it, right?"

All you could do was nod, not wanting to be any louder than you already had been. Part of you had been surprised that Choso hadn't come by knocking earlier. Suguru continued flicking his tongue around your clit, working in synchrony with his fingers to pull your orgasm out of you. "Fuck fuck, gonna cum!" You weren't sure if your muffled moan made it's way into Suguru's ears, watching as he eagerly lapped up your release. Running his tongue across his lips, your slick making them glisten under the lights.

"Get on all fours," Suguru told you after you'd managed to regain your breath, deft fingers working to unzip his jeans. You got on your stomach, resting it against the cold leather while getting on your hands and knees. And if Choso were to come into the room to be quiet now, he'd get a spectacular view of your ass perched up in the air. Suguru ran his cock against your folds, your slick lubricating it with ease after your previous orgasm.

Ridges running down his shaft brushed up against your tight walls, your slick coating his tip like second nature the further that he pushed it in. Your walls clenched and unclenched rapidly in a futile attempt to get used to the pure stretch of his cock. "You can take it, right? This isn't anything," But the sheer girth of his cock was just enough to dispute that statement, the position making him feel much deeper than he was. "Yeah, yeah, I can take it," your voice came out as a mewl, your grip on the leather getting tighter the more he pushed his cock in.

The rhythm that he started up was fairly slow at first, allowing you to get used to the feeling. Whatever he was lacking in length, he certainly compensated for it with the sheer size of his girth. Just a couple inches inside of you and he'd already stuffed you full. "Doin' so good, gonna speed up, okay?" He waited for you to nod, retracting his cock before pushing the full length inside of you with one sharp thrust. Your mouth went agape, your eyes almost rolling to the back of your head upon the impact. "So good, so so good," even after a couple thrusts, he already sounded so obsessed.

"That's ittt, that's my girl. Fuck that ass back into me," A strangled groan left his throat at the sight of your ass cheeks jiggling underneath him with every thrust, the two of you moving in tandem. One of the hands that'd been on your waist went to cup whatever he could of the flesh, all too entranced with the vision presented in front of him. "Mm, fuck!" A moan left your lips as you felt the palm of his hand strike against the flesh, your ass stinging from the impact. Not to say that you necessarily hated it, by any means.

And Suguru caught it—the way your slick ran down his shaft at the sudden impact. "Should've fucking guessed you would've liked it," his tone practically dripped in condescension as he spoke, his hand going to cup your other ass cheek. Holding the flesh in his hands before giving you another harsh slap, almost rivaling the harsh smack of his hips against your own. "Shit shit, Geto, don't stop," you whined, pushing your ass back into him. "Think it's okay for you to call me Suguru after bein’ inside you and all."

"Suck," a simple command, two of his fingers in front of your face. Your tongue swirled around his fingers, tasting the remnants of your cum on them before letting it fall flat. Simply sucking on his fingers as his cock pushed in and out of you with such fervor. "Get 'em all nice and wet for me, just like that," Suguru pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth the second you started to get too loud again, tears building up at your waterline when you gagged on them. "Aw, don't cry, cutie. Y'know I had to."

And while his words were meant to be reassuring, the mocking tone of his voice was anything but. Spit dribbled down from the corners of your mouth, dripping onto the chair beneath you. "Sugu-Sugu, fuck, right there!" He'd adjusted the angle of his hips, his shaft brushing up against your g-spot with every thrust. "So. Fucking. Tight," each of his words was accentuated with a deep thrust of his hips, filling you up impossibly so. Like he wanted to show you just how much he'd been thinking about it, like he claimed he did.

If the moans coming out of you weren't evidence enough as to what was happening in the room, then you were pretty much certain that the plap! plap! echoing through the walls was evidence enough. Geto's heavy balls smacked against your ass with every harsh thrust of his hips. He brought his hand down to your clit, rubbing at the nub just in time for it to match his pace. You clamped around his cock like a vice, a strangled moan leaving out of his lips. "Just had to tell- shit me that you wanted my cum, ma."

"Mph, cumm- I'm cumm-" Muffled babbles left your mouth, your cunt clenching around him yet again. A creamy ring formed around the base of his cock, his thrusts getting sloppier and faster. Whatever small bits of concern about being too loud had been disregarded—loud squelches and skin clapping filling up the room as Suguru rutted inside of you. You turned your head to look over at him, the sight before you almost like something out of a painting. His hair had completely been released from the half-bun, cascading down his back perfectly and his eyes were closed in pure bliss.

Spurts and spurts of cum shot deep inside of you, his cock twitching as you milked him for whatever he could offer. Suguru pulled his softening cock out of your cunt, his cum starting to dribble out of you and down your thighs. With the same fingers he'd had inside your mouth, he pushed his cum back inside of you. Scooping the substance up with relative ease. Your body slumped against the chair, willing that Geto would give you a couple seconds to catch your breath.

You'd expected him to grab a wipe or a paper towel to clean you up with, but he simply got up from his spot behind you. Grabbing his pants off the floor and fastening up his fly. You looked over at him through half lidded eyes, seeing him pop the fingers that had previously been in your cunt into his mouth. Slurping at them in a similar fashion that you'd done just a couple minutes prior. "Wanna taste yourself, pretty girl? 'S so fucking good."

Geto didn't give you a chance to respond before he was leaning down to your level, one of his fingers underneath your chin to raise your head. He leaned in, his lips pressing against yours in a messy exchange. More of spit getting intertwined than an actual kiss, not that you minded in your state. His tongue flicked against yours, the bittersweet taste of both you and him combined filling your tastebuds. Geto pulled away after a couple seconds, a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

You hadn't even finished putting on your pants yet when Suguru spoke up yet again,

"You mind giving me a five star review when you get home?"

A/N: if you’re asking yourself how many times i’m gonna repost this, the answer’s yes ❤️

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puripurin · 1 year ago

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[2024 Valentines Day Special] [summary - Cupid wants your hand in marriage, but you think it's a prank.]

— "You, give me your hand in marriage!!" You stared at the pink haired man that had wings on his back with a blank stare. You look around at your surroundings once more before sighing.

"Sir. This is a 24-hour convenience store, not some comedy TV show." You yawned as you look down back at your phone because you figured he wasn't there to buy anything. Only thing is, HE FUCKING SHOT AN ARROW AT YOUR PHONE.

"The fuc—" Your mouth shut up so fast once you realized a heart-shaped tipped arrow was underneath your chin. You looked back up, and his face had an angry pout on it.

"Listen here, you! My mother says that you are my fated one, so you must give me your hand in marriage, or else I will find the entirety of your bloodline and end it right now." He huffed without looking away, making you feel he wasn't playing with his words.

"I- uh, but I'm not ready to be married as yet. I don't know your name, your likes and dislikes, nor have I introduced myself to your parents!" You tried reasoning with him, and it actually made him stop and think, so you spoke up again and pushed the arrow downwards.

"Don't you think I should be able to know about my "future husband", so we could have a "harmonious" relationship." You were bullshitting at this point because you still had your future ahead of you, i mean you were only 22.

"Ah... I see. Then we shall be boyfriend and girlfriend. Though, we shall be staying on Mount Olympus!" He smiled before jumping over the counter and on your lap.

"Wait, you're joking. It isn't funny to be pranking a minimum wage college student." You frown as you tried moving him away, but he sat there with no intentions to move.

"Well, you're not going to be a minimum wage college student in Mount Olympus!" He planted a kiss on you before making you open your mouth forcefully and shoving his tongue in it. He moaned in delight and hugged your body.

Once he pulled away, there was a warm feeling on your tongue that made you feel unsettled. All the pink haired man did was giggle at your behavior and blew a kiss at you.

"I've marked you. Now, the gods will know who you belong to." You blinked at him before trying to get up and leave from this ridiculous situation, but you didn't go that far as he summoned a portal to Mount Olympus and tossed you in, knowing that there was going to be a long fall and all you could say was,

"FUCK YOUUUUUUUU...." As you fell.

Hap Valinturns. Hope yall are giving your partners chocolate cus i want some. No, i don't have a partner but i got my friends :D. Anyways, it's short but dramatic like always.

No proofread

#yandere x reader #yandere #male yandere #yandere cupid

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v6quewrlds · 1 month ago

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Blurb of wifey making Joe do the tend of telling his friends goodnight please?? 😂😂

author's note⠀⁎⠀feat. zacciah & justin because i wanted to try something new.

read more⠀⁎⠀joe burrow masterlist / series masterlist.

"Why would I call my friends just to say goodnight?" Joe questioned her, his forehead wrinkling in confusion as his eyes focused on the TV mounted on the center wall of the living room. His hands were busy, full of her calves as he massaged the tightness from her muscles after a long day standing and walking around the clinic. It had been a heels day; full business professional attire instead of her sneakers and scrubs, and it showed in the knots that had formed.

She, relaxing with a half-smile on her face, sat up from her lounging position, her head tipping to the side as she studied Joe expression. "So you don't watch the TikToks I send you?" she questioned, her eyes squinting in mock disbelief.

"Only the funny ones," Joe defended himself instinctively, a hint of a grin playing at the corner of his mouth. "This is a TikTok prank?" He asked in an effort to clarify, his thumbs still working their magic on her legs.

"It is," she confirmed. "It'll be funny, I promise," she assured him.

With a sigh, Joe set her legs down and reached for his phone. "Alright, let's get this over with," he muttered with a playful edge in his tone. He scrolled through his contacts, searching for the most unsuspecting victim to play along.

"Zacciah?" Joe asked, glancing over at her to see if she approved of his choice. She nodded eagerly, and he tapped the call button. Zacciah, one of Joe's closest friends, answered with a simple 'Hey'. "Hey, man," Joe began, trying to keep a straight face as she giggled quietly beside him. "What are you up to?"

"Just about to crash," Zacciah replied, his voice hinting at the end of a long day. "Why? You need something?"

Joe took a deep breath, mentally preparing for the absurdity that was about to unfold. "No, just wanted to call and say goodnight," he said, his tone unusually gentle, almost comically so.

"Goodnight?" Zacciah echoed after a few brief moments of silence, clearly taken aback. "Is… everything okay?"

She stifled a laugh with her hand, watching Joe's internal struggle as he maintained the facade. "Yeah, just thought it'd be nice," Joe replied lightly.

There was a pause on the line. "Okay, goodnight then," Zacciah said, sounding a mix of confused and concerned.

"Sleep tight, buddy," Joe said, trying to match the tone of a heartfelt bedtime story. "Sweet dreams and all that. Love you."

On the other end of the line, Zac's confusion grew palpable. "Joe, what…?" he began, but Joe hung up before he could finish his question. She burst out laughing, the sound echoing through their living room, as Joe gave into the amusement and chuckled along with her.

"Alright, who's next?" he asked, his eyes scanning his contact list.

"Oh, we're excited now are we?" She teased, watching Joe with twinkling eyes as he found his next target. "Try Justin."

Joe raised an eyebrow at her suggestion, but tapped the contact without further comment. The call connected and Joe waited for his friend's greeting. "Aye, what's up, man?" Justin's voice came through the speaker.

"Nothing right now. Just checking in, seeing how your night's going," Joe replied, his voice filled with feigned innocence. He watched her, whose lips were pressed together in an attempt to stifle her laughter. She nodded encouragingly.

"It's cool, you know. My moms was just askin' about you actually. What's up with you?" Justin said.

Joe paused for a beat before responding. "Just had a thought that it's been a while since we talked," Joe began. "So, I figured I'd call and say goodnight."

"Goodnight?" Justin's tone was disbelieving, almost as if he was offended. "Where's your girl? She would make you do some shit like this."

She couldn't hold it in anymore and her laughter spilled out, full and unrestrained. Joe rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the smile spreading across his face. "Yeah, she's right here," he admitted, holding the phone out for her to speak. "And she says goodnight, too."

"Oh, you think you funny, huh?" Justin's voice held a note of amusement. "Goodnight to you too," he called out.

"Night, Justin. Tell your mom I said hello," she responded. The laughter in her voice was infectious, and Joe could hear Justin chuckling on the other line.

"This is lowkey nice as hell," Justin said. "We could do this every night. Say goodnight and shit, I like it."

"Fuck no. Goodnight J," Joe said quickly, cutting off Justin's proposal for a goodnight ritual. He ended the call before the wide receiver could protest.

#&. joe x doctor!reader: blurbs.#&. joey b.#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow fanfic #joe burrow x black reader #joe burrow x black!reader

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gladiatorcunt · 10 months ago

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- CILANTRO & CORIANDER

cw: roommate (you might as well be)!gojo x male!reader: 18+ mdni, use of ‘baby boy’, he calls you pretty, size queen!reader, VERY creepy!gojo & yandere tendencies, swearing, sexual harassment, mention of guitarist!geto, crack treated semi-seriously, an old concept post i need out the drafts, throwaway hint of satosugu if you want, implied frat bro basketball player!gojo, tense changes & a brief pov switch at the end

It all started with a loud ‘PASS THE FUCKING BALL DUMBASS’ coming from the shared wall of your apartment.

You hadn’t even been moved into the place for a week but every day there was always some stuff happening that made you strongly consider filing several noise complaints. You had never really been in a living situation that involved being surrounded by strangers before so you were anxious about coming off as annoying. When you had first moved in and got your keys, all you could hear were the understandable sounds of heavy footsteps on all sides. But as the days went by, sitting on the empty floor was accompanied by the shrill strumming of an electric guitar. The shouting followed soon after from what sounded like a different room.

You were worried that your next door neighbor was possibly violent until you heard buzzer sounds from their tv. Shit, they’re one of those sports people. You pressed your cheek against the cold floor of your bedroom and brought the one good blanket you have tightly over your ears. Maybe they would quiet down when the game was over, not that you knew remotely anything about basketball. You’re not even sure games should be going on at 10:49 in the morning, but again, your odds of getting a PhD in basketball are abysmal.

Errands gave you an excuse to be out of the house for a few hours. You got back around 5 and wanted to just collapse. The deadbolt lock on your door gave you serious grief but you managed to wrangle your key out of the lock and nudge the door open with the tip of your foot. Pieces of the laundry bundled up in your arms kept slipping out onto the floor. You groaned and bent over to pick all of the stragglers up before tossing them in the plastic basket.

You let yourself zone out in front of the microwave that’s reheating your pepperoni pineapple pizza. A minute later you opened the microwave door and nearly had a heart attack when you almost dropped your food.

“THIS GAME SUCKS!”

It looked like it was wishful thinking to hope that the noise would improve while you were away. Who knows, it was probably dead quiet until the second your neighbor could sense that you were home. You knew nothing about them but you wouldn’t put it past them to be enough of an asshole to wait to be loud until they knew you could hear it. You didn’t know if they were watching the same game that they were watching this morning or if it was a new one.

You sighed and agonizingly slowly dragged your hands down your face. Any mounting anger was temporarily subdued by the fact that the noise is an unfortunate part of apartment life. You would just have to get used to this being a miserable part of your everyday life.

For weeks on end all you heard was the obnoxious sound of his loud tv, whatever shit he dropped right next to the wall, and his moans that bordered on screams.

You put up with it as best you could, but you purposefully rode your monster cock dildos on the other side of the apartment so he wouldn’t hear you. A part of you thinks it’s because you know he’d get off to it, and he doesn’t need any more jerk off material. His meat’s probably raw from how much he beats it by now.

Your pettiness at being deprived of an orgasm in peace go hand in hand with how on edge every loud sound coming from his place is making you. You’re overstimulated in a bad way and unfortunately it doesn’t seem like a very selective meteorite is going to crash through the bastard’s window anytime soon.

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You don’t stop to think of the consequences or how appropriate what you’re doing really is. You barely lifted a hand to knock on his door before it was carelessly swung open. The door made an obnoxious bang, revealing the 6’3 jerk you were fed up with. He had clothes on this time (he usually doesn’t when you swing by), orange striped basketball shorts and a black compression shirt. He was sweaty and had probably been working out before you decided to make a scene. Your eyes strayed towards how plump the shirt made his chest look, but his slightly wide nipples were the ones staring at YOU.

“Uh, hey, dude. Sorry, I told Suguru not to practice so late at night.” Satoru grins, believing your beef is with his musician best friend who never seems to leave.

You blink, wishing you could spontaneously combust. “What? No, that’s not what this is about.”

You refused to think about how you caught glimpses of his loose hairy balls dangling with his movements as he leaned against the doorframe. Of course Gojo Satoru (as he yelled through your wall when he caught you moaning, you thought you were safe and he thought you could use someone to call out to) would be the kind of guy that doesn’t wear underwear when he works out. They looked so swollen and full to bursting, you swallowed reflexively.

You shook the thoughts off and lost yourself in a whirlwind of pent up rage. Your breaths were shaky but you pushed yourself to get it all out. Did you expect anything to really change after this? No. But it felt damn good to finally say how you felt about the entire childish ordeal.

“I honestly could not give less of a flying fuck how you feel about what i’m saying because i’m too tired of your stupid shit. You’ve got me so fucking heated i could just-”

Typical. You couldn’t even finish saying your peace before large veiny hands snatched your plush cheeks and soft thin lips smashed against yours. You’re so caught off guard that he pushed the boundary even further by prying open your mouth with his slick tongue on a hunt to find yours. He sensually rubbed the tip of his tongue alongside yours in a sickly sweet little kiss. His rough fingers slid deep into your hair and to the back of your head, gently massaging circles into your scalp.

You come to your senses as soon as more guitar riffs reach your ears. You helplessly wriggled around in his air tight hold until he found enough mercy in his (no doubt) wretched soul. He panted like a dog right in your face, messily giving you slick open mouth kisses to keep making spit drip from your tongues every time you part.

“What- what- WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT YOU CREEP?” You shrieked. You sputter and your fists pummeled his broad shoulders with everything you had, which clearly wasn’t much because your wrists were soon bundled together in his loose grip like it was nothing. Your cheeks feel they could spontaneously burst into flames.

The twitch in his shorts goes unnoticed. So does the wet spot.

“Ha…” He panted, letting his tongue hang out for a second. His bangs swished to the side as he tilted his head and grinned. “Sorry, you’re just so pretty.”

His blue eyes shimmered like the sunlight on the sea off the amalfi coast as he said it. You both didn’t bother pretending that there was any sincerity in the one word apology.

As soon as you stormed off, he was out of his pants like a bat out of hell. You aren’t there to be the VIP guest at his one man show, but Satoru can perform just fine for an audience of one.

“Mmmmh. Ungh~ Fuck yes……” He whispers as he comes down from his high, grinding his favorite pocket asshole in circles on his sweaty dick.

It even has a rumpled picture of you taped on it, for better immersion.

He pants and pulls the toy away with a shluck! sound. His tongue unfurls from his mouth as if he were a snake ready to pounce on a nice fat mouse.

“Hah…….” Satoru giggles, “Love you, baby boy.”

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lightning-wyvern · 8 months ago

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i couldnt see the character list post, so i hope you write for ichigo but can i request a subtop ichigo x dombottom amab reader fic? 🫶🏻

im so sorry i didnt get this out earlier, ive been having so much trouble with internet and LIFE lately honestly.. but ive got a couple days of free time now so heres this~!

~ good boy

you yawned, stretching and looking over to your left. your fiancé, ichigo kurosaki, was sitting on the edge of the bed looking up at the screen of the tv that was attached to your shared bedroom wall. he was completely focused on a practice session against ai players in a new video game you'd bought him- he had the tip of his tongue out between his right canines... it was adorable.

you grinned, crawling over to his side. you sat down next to him, your thigh touching his, and wrapped your arms around his waist. he had a tiny little mess-up in his game, and he growled, looking over at you and pouting. you grinned, looking up at him with the most innocent puppy eyes you could muster.

"what's up, m/n?" he asked, "you messed me up in my game, that usually means you're up to something~"

"you caught me~" you grinned, nuzzling into his neck with your nose and whispering, "i need some dick."

ichigo grinned. he looked over at his game and closed the session, getting up and tossing the controller onto the entertainment stand underneath where the tv was mounted. then he turned around and looked at you, grinning even wider and walking toward you, yanking his shirt over his head and tossing it onto the ground as he walked. he pounced on you and immediately rolled over onto his back with you in his arms. he cupped your face with both hands and pulled you close enough that your nose touched his.

"come get some, then." he taunted.

*time skip cus im not good at writing smut buildups*

ichigo nuzzled into your neck as he rammed into you with full force- just as you had asked. he grinned like an animal in response to a particularly loud moan you let out. he responded by dragging his tongue across your throat.

then bit down pretty fucking hard, and the sound that came out of your mouth did nothing but egg him on.

"i-ichigo-" you growled, dragging your fingers through his hair and pulling as you all but whined, "harder-"

ichigo let out a little whine of his own, wrapping his arms around your waist and slightly changing his angle, then indulged in what you had requested of him, adding his own fun little detail. he closed his hand into a fist and pressed his knuckles into your gut, right between your hip bones. your hole tightened involuntarily around him in response to this little teasing bit, and your eyes rolled up into your head, your chest now positively heaving with every sound you made.

ichigo's mouth attached to your neck again, right up next to your jaw. he eventually removed his fist from your gut and wrapped that arm back around your waist, using both arms to hug you right as he continued obediently frying your brains with his dick. you weakly wrapped your legs around his waist, your nails scraping down his shoulder blades with every thrust.

"ich-ichigo.." you whimpered weakly.

"yeah?" he growled into your ear.

"good boy..." you whispered.

he grinned.

#~ | posting #《 asksksk 🤪#《 heathenscratch ♤#bleach #bleach men x male reader #bleach x male reader #ichigo kurosaki #ichigo x reader #bleach smut #ichigo kurosaki x male reader #ichigo kurosaki smut #ichigo x male reader smut #anime fanfic #bleach fic #ichigo x male reader

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zablife · 2 months ago

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The Trap

Harry Da Souza x OC Zara Harrigan

Harry and the Brat Masterlist

Summary: Zara puts Harry to the test, but this time Maeve gets suspicious.

A/N: Ty to my lovely anon for suggesting Zara leave Harry a bit frustrated. She def tries his patience in this one! Also, note that the series has changed from x reader to x OC bc this is the way I've envisioned her from the start.

Warnings: language, drinking, drug use, mention of pregnancy, dry humping, blowjob with no release, deeply frustrated Harry!!

“She promised me she'd arrive no later than eight,” Conrad uttered to himself, checking his watch for the hundredth time as he wore a rut into the floorboards. He ventured an anxious glance at Maeve, tension steadily mounting over his insistence they delay the family meeting for Zara.

Perching herself on a nearby chair, Maeve's bright blue eyes radiated vexation as she chided, “Cop yourself on!" Gesturing vaguely at the door with her wine glass she added, "That girl comes and goes as she pleases."

"It could be more...complicated than that," Harry uttered quietly, thinking back to the pregnancy tests he dropped at Zara's that morning on his way to the yard. "When I spoke to her earlier she had business to attend to," he said clasping his hands behind his back in humble submission. He hung his head, fingernails sinking into his wrist as he tried not to think of her dripping his cum or the inevitable double lines on test after test.

"Sure look!" Maeve shrugged in an over exaggerated display of nonchalance. "If she's busy setting fire to the jacks again...,” Maeve jabbed at Conrad before taking a generous sip of her merlot. One bottle down, she was just getting started on his wayward granddaughter.

Ignoring his wife's caustic remarks, Conrad turned to his grandson for help. "Have you any idea where your cousin might be, Eddie?"

"How the fuck should I know?," Eddie spat, eyes never leaving the tv above Harry's head. He didn't see why anyone needed her here when he was so obviously first in line for the Harrigan throne.

"Check your phone," Harry demanded in a frighteningly low register, his own concern growing by the minute. Zara was meant to be here hours ago to sit at her grandfather's side for her first official family meeting. Not only had she stood him up, she'd also failed to call Harry as she promised. Apparently even a yes or no via text was too much to ask. However, that made Harry wonder if she was crashing out and if so, where would she land this time?

Sensing Harry's discomfort, Eddie chuckled at the situation unfolding around him, a clever remark on the tip of his tongue. But Harry soon lost patience, along with any semblance of politeness. "Now, Eddie!," he growled, grabbing the remote from his hands.

Tugging his phone from his back pocket, Eddie lazily swiped at the screen. Thumb hovering over Zara's latest insta post, he snorted to himself as he whispered under his breath, "What a slag."

As Eddie turned the phone outward with a flourish, Harry instinctively reached for it, clenching his jaw harshly as he drank in her half naked body, his favorite pajama top unbuttoned to her waist. Flaunting her bralette and a haughty air of boredom, it was obvious she was enjoying keeping him on tenterhooks.

"What is it?" Conrad asked, squinting from across the room before Harry moved to block his view.

Eddie craned his neck to look around Harry's bulky form, taking enormous pleasure in his cryptic answer, "Looks like your favorite grandchild had better things to do with her time."

"You see, I told you!" Maeve triumphed, raising her glass for emphasis. "Let's start the meeting already! Eddie's here and that's all that matters."

Conrad would not be deterred. "Where is she?," he continued, unwilling to believe she might be avoiding him. The crease between his eyes deepened as he tried to repress his hurt. After all he'd done to secure expert legal counsel and have all charges dismissed, she hadn't uttered so much as a thank you before going back to her carefree life. But he'd never admit how much her recent behavior pained him, especially not to Maeve. Gruff tone returning, he demanded, "Well?"

"The Savoy," Harry answered dutifully, knowing the governor was seconds away from ordering him to go after her.

Conrad nodded decidedly toward Harry, the need for words banished in their mutual understanding. As he stormed off down the corridor, Harry shrugged on his jacket, watching as Maeve crept up behind Eddie to steal a glimpse of the revealing photo.

A loud cackle erupted from her throat as she raised her eyes to meet Harry's. She held him in her sights as she spoke to her grandson. "Eddie darling, what is it you young people call this? A thirst trap?" she smirked with wicked delight.

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2 hours later...

"Have you lost your fucking mind?" Harry growled the moment Zara opened the door to her suite.

"Hello to you too, Harry," she purred, leaning in to kiss him.

"Don't," he warned, pushing his way inside and slamming the door behind him. "Where the fuck have you been?" he seethed.

She gestured toward the room in annoyance, “Here, obviously."

"And you couldn't phone to tell anyone?,” he asked sternly, brow knit with concern. "You kept the governor waiting."

“I’ve had a long day, Harry,” Zara whined, rubbing her temples. “Are you really going to lecture me because I decided to stay in?”

Harry surveyed the room, taking note of a small table in the corner which held an impressive assortment of dishes. It looked as though she'd ordered the entire menu and the thought gave him pause. “Eating for two?” he asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

Attempting to ease the tension she saw forming along his back and shoulders, Zara guided him toward the sofa and gave him a gentle shove into the plush cushions. Straddling his waist, she let her robe hang open a bit, revealing the tops of her breasts.

"You going to answer me?" Harry asked, feeling the soft sweep of her raven hair brushing his jawline as her hips began a serpentine pattern over his crotch. Hands clamping down on her hips he murmured, "Zara, this is serious. You haven't just upset your grandfather, but Maeve as well."

"Let me handle Maeve," Zara whispered as she raked her fingernails through his hair. Finding him even more rigid than before she giggled blithely in his ear, "Can fun Harry come out to play now?" Reaching into the pocket of her robe, she produced a small gold compact and extracted a pill. She attempted to push it past his lips as she continued writhing against him. When he jerked his head away, she placed it on her own tongue with a hum of satisfaction.

Seconds too late, Harry clutched at her jaw, large hand squeezing tightly until she opened and stuck out her empty tongue as proof she had indeed swallowed it. “Why would you do that?” he demanded, eyes narrowing as he held her in a punishing gaze.

Zara jerked herself out of his hold with an arrogant toss of her shoulders. "You don't get to tell me what to do!" she reminded him as she pressed her palms to his chest to push herself away.

Harry captured her wrists in his hands, thick fingers wrapping around her delicate joints with ease and forcing her to remain there as he lectured, "The thing is, I do when it comes to my child. Now go vomit before it's too late."

Sticking out her chin at him she mouthed the word "No."

"Fucking brat," Harry growled as he forced her to her feet, scooping her up bridal style and carrying her toward the loo.

"Put. me. the. fuck. down!" she shouted at him, thrashing against his hold. When he showed no signs of relenting she added, "I'm not pregnant, you daft cunt!"

Harry stopped in his tracks, allowing Zara to pummel his chest with her fists as he stood in stunned silence. A particularly harsh jab to his side caused him to relinquish his grasp, lowering her to the ground instantly.

"You're sure?" he asked with more than a little trepidation in his voice.

"Tests are in the bin if you don't believe me," she sulked, crossing her arms over the robe that had now come completely undone.

"Fucking hell, Zara! You could have said that sooner, yeah?" Harry sighed, a tidal wave of relief washing over him.

"Thought it was obvious," she shrugged with a sniff.

"Well it wasn't," Harry countered angrily.

"You know, you get mean when you're nervous, H. Like a bad dog," she said, fixing him with a petulant pout as she massaged her sore knuckles.

Harry wiped a hand down his face, exhaustion suddenly taking hold. "Why does it always have to be this way with you, Zara? Doing everything the hard way," he muttered.

Zara hung her head, fingers toying with the sash of her robe as she looked up through her long lashes. "I had to satisfy a curiosity I had about you," she admitted with a softness that hadn't been present earlier.

Harry approached her slowly, hand reaching out to pull the curtain of hair from her face as confusion settled over his features, "What is it you wanted to know so badly, hm?"

"Sit with me?" she asked, the honeyed request dripping from her tongue in such an irresistible way, Harry couldn't help but follow her back to the lounge.

She stroked a manicured hand along his leg as she admitted, "I needed to know if you could be trusted with a secret."

Harry bristled beneath her touch as he countered, "I've been with your family for over twenty years. Don't you think that answers your question about my loyalty?"

She nodded understandingly, but the way she dug her talons into his thigh proved she wasn't convinced. "Loyalty to grandad," she corrected. "But I need to know you'll be loyal to me one day," she cooed, fingers sweeping up toward his crotch. Squeezing him through his trousers, she skated her nails over his balls making him hiss.

"Is that a yes?" she ventured, biting her lower lip seductively.

Harry gulped as she unzipped his trousers, small hand diving below the waistband of his shorts to free his aching cock. As she held him there, her eyes darted to his blown pupils and back to his reddening tip with a lust filled gaze. As she kitten licked his thick shaft, she begged, "You're going to help me, aren't you, H?"

"Mmmm," he seemed to agree, eyes slipping closed as her tongue laved along the underside of his dick in relentless waves. Tracing the throbbing vein with expert precision, she stopped at the spongy head, pushing it past her lips and swirling her tongue so enticingly, it made his hips jerk.

Pulling him from her mouth with a wet pop, she smiled up at him angelically as her hands worked in tandem, sliding up and down his glistening length while she continued to instruct him on the finer points of the agreement.

"That means you back me instead of Eddie to be grandad's successor, alright?" she asked, adding a slight flick of her wrist on the upstroke to send a shower of mind numbing pleasure down his spine.

"Yeah," he grunted, focusing on the white heat pulsing through his veins ready to shoot his load any moment.

"Even if Maeve tries to stand in our way?" she asked, ceasing all movement as Harry's knuckles turned white against the crimson arm of the sofa.

"Yes...yes," he muttered, chanting his response like a prayer for mercy. He needed to cum, could practically envision the white ropes painting her tanned skin.

And that's when she withdrew her touch completely, needing nothing more from him.

Harry's eyes shot open, finding Zara sat back on her heels watching his confusion, a taunting smile on her lips as his neglected cock bobbed awkwardly between them.

"You can't leave me like this," he protested in a hoarse voice full of gravel and desperation.

Leaning forward to place a demur kiss to his weeping tip, Zara promised, "If the next family meeting goes favorably then we'll continue our little celebration." Giving his balls a tug, she winked up at him, offering a tantalizing view of the precum spread across her lips.

Heart still beating out of his chest, Harry watched her lick the heavy drops from her glossy lips and took a deep breath to steady himself. Resigned to his fate, he stuffed his softening cock back into his trousers remarking, "You knew all along you weren't pregnant."

Zara climbed up beside him, hand stroking his stubbled cheek with a look of adoration as she replied, "Oh, H...you keep me honest. That's what I love about you."

"Couldn't if I tried," he whispered under his breath, wondering what the fuck he'd gotten himself into now.

#mobland fanfiction #mobland #Harry Da Souza fanfiction #Harry Da Souza x OC #Harry Da Souza #Zara Harrigan

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chatterbox-73 · 9 months ago

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Kinktober 2024.

Day 31 - A well deserved treat.

Tenya Iida x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for Kinktober, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Kinktober and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary: after a very long day on work, you decide that your husband also deserves a treat for all his hard work.

Word count: 2.1k

CW: NSFW and adult content, pro hero and husband!Iida, established relationship, swearing, reader in devil costumes, teasing, lap dance, oral (f!giving and receiving), breast fucking, eating cum, facial, slight handjob, slight masturbating, degradation, chair sex, floor sex, pet names, begging, multiple orgasms.

Tenya Iida had been working thoughoit the day, it had seemed that because of the day all the villains were out, or people seemed to lose their common sense and decency, so Iida had been out working from dawn till after dusk, however finally Iida was able to head home.

Walking through the front door of his house, “I’m home, was there many kids” he called as he slipped off his shoes and began heading down the hallway, just as he was passing the living room you spoke, “there was a few groups… I even saw a few Ingenium costumes…” you smiled however before Iida could respond you removed the large fluffy robe you were wearing, leaving you in nothing but a pair of heels, stockings and little red devil horns, “my devil costume was so pretty but so uncomfortable… I hope you don’t mind me like this” you hummed and confidently walked over to him.

You finally reached Iida and grabbed his work bag from him and dropped in off to the side before pulling him over to the armchair that face the large television mounted on the wall, you gesture for him to sit down and he did before you reached for the Tv remote and began playing sensual music, Iida looked at you half confused and half in shock, you stepped in front of him and smiled, before you turned and bent over, you bent your knees slightly and rested your hands on your upper thighs before you began slowly shaking your ass, “you’re such a good man, so kind and hard working…” you moaned as you looked back over your shoulder at him as his eyes were glued to your ass, “…you deserve a treat” you chuckled as you made your ass jiggle and shake as you move it up and down quickly before suddenly stopping.

You turned around and lifted a heeled foot on to the arm of the armchair before you slowly trailed a hand down your body to your cunt, you pressed three fingers over your clit and began rubbing it quickly, you moaned and rested a hand onto your husband’s shoulder, “I’ve wanted you in me all day…” you moaned and rolled your hips rapidly in time with your fingers, however just as your felt your high reaching its very peek you suddenly pulled your hand away and shuttered with a frustrated whimper, “we had sex twice before I left this morning, and you’ve still been desperate all day?” Iida hummed and you nodded with a grin while you bit your lower lip.

You began to move your legs so that they were kneeling on the arms of the armchair before beginning to wind and grind your hips, “your cock is just so addictive…” you smiled because running your fingers into the sides of his hair and pulling him into you, “I could live with it inside me forever, if only you’d let me” you moaned in his ear and the man grabbed your hips tight, “so you keep teasing me or you planning on actually giving me a treat?” Iida questioned and you laughed because climbing off the chair and kneeling before him.

Your hands swiftly undid Iida’s belt and pants, he hummed as you quickly pulled out his throbbing cock and began sucking his tip, you moaned at the taste of his pre-cum and pressed your thighs together, “it seems like this is more of a treat for you then it is for me, princess” he hummed and rubbed the back of your head, you whined and began taking him more and more, deep and deep down the back of your throat until your nose was pressed right into his nicely trimmed pubes and your bottom lip was brushing against his sack.

“Damnit… fucking Christ… shit” Iida grunted and his hips shuttered as he began cumming a large hot load in your mouth and down your throat, you pulled yourself off his cock and opened your mouth wide showing him the large amount of cum settled on your tongue, you spat some out and allowed it to drip down your chin onto your breasts, before you began rubbing his load into your skin, “it’s tasty and hot… but it feels so good all over my tits” you grabbed your breasts and shook them.

Your husband hummed and watched your breasts bounce and jiggle, “back down on your knees” Iida demanded and you complied before feeling him press your breasts together and move your hands to hold them like that, before he slipped his cock between the soft mounds, Iida held your shoulder and leaned up as he began thrusting his hips, you on the other hand knelt there and watched in awe as your husband thought of himself for the first time in a long time, he was doing what he really enjoyed because he could.

Iida reach a hand up to your hair and yank the little red devil horns off your head, before throwing them across the room, he tangled his fingers in your hair before gently pulling your head back so he could get a proper view of your face just as his next load shot out and over your nose, lips, chin and down your neck, “that’s so sexy… lick off yourself” your husband hummed as he watch you quickly wipe his cum up with your fingers before sucking them clean, you moaned and you rubbed your thighs together just as you finished licking yourself and Iida clean, “it seems I’m getting more treats then you” you giggle and rubbed your hands up and down his thighs and he hummed.

“Stand up” Iida demanded and you moved instantly, he stood up suddenly and you stumbled slightly however Iida caught your wrist and began pulling you out of the living room behind him, however you stopped moving and wrapped your arms around his waist, before you grabbed his semi hard member and began pumping it, “I don’t wanna stop playing with your big cock, Mr. Iida” you hummed and you felt him stiffen and his cock jump in except, “you’re a problem, a dirty, naughty, little problem” he hissed and grabbed your arm before roughly yanking you around to face him.

Iida looked down his nose at you and held your upper arm so tightly you swear they’d probably bruised, he however knelt down and ran his hands down with him before slipping them between your legs and around the backs of your thighs, before he lifted you onto his shoulders and stood suddenly, you gasped and grabbed onto the door just behind you, only to looked down at your husband and watch as his face disappeared in between your thighs, you moaned loudly as his tongue met your slit and his mouth moved over your pussy, “Mr. Iida, does my pussy taste so good you couldn’t wait to lay me down to eat it?” You huffed out and he grunted into your plush dripping wet folds as he solely focused on eating your cunt, “fuck it’s good… can I cum on your tongue, Mr. Iida?” You whined as you reached a hand forward and grabbed his hair while still holding the doorframe in the other, he grunted in approval which in itself sent a shockwave of pleasure through your clit and up your body, before you suddenly let go and you begin cumming, you thighs pressed his head tight, your hands tightened their grip and your body shuddered and shook, all while your pussy spasmed on his tongue and mouth, dripping and leaking all over his mouth.

You were swiftly placed down onto your shaky legs before Iida grabbed your upper arm and pulled you back towards the armchair, “I won’t be able to make it to the bedroom…” he grumbled and dropped to roughly into the armchair before without warning grabbed your legs and threw them both of the his right shoulder, he pushed your knees up over you and pressed them against the back of the chair, Iida hummed at the position he had folded you into, “you’re always so tight when I pressed your legs together like this” he smiled and used his thumb to pull apart your folds before he pressed his tip into you, “you want it all in… you think you can take it?” Iida questioned and you moaned out a high pitched ‘yes’, at the way his tip was already stretching you, before giving it anymore thought Iida slide in fully.

You screamed out loud as you scratched Iida’s arms, you gripped to his desperate and your cunt wrapped around him snuggly, he watched as your opening gripping him tightly and your outer walls dragged against his thickness with every movement, “so cute… my cute Mrs. Iida” he hummed and your head rested back on the chair, “or should I call you my little devil…” he chuckled before leaning in and kissing your neck up to your ear, “or maybe just my cum-slut” he whispered.

However desperate how hot and euphoric the sex and dirty talk was you could sense a little tension in his voice at that last name, it wasn’t like Iida to use language like that, it wasn’t like him you call you such dirty things, you reached up with a shaky hand and cupped his face, “don’t force yourself…” you took in a sharp breath as his shaft dragged against your g-spot, “…this it your treat… not mine, honey” you moaned and felt him nuzzle into your hand, before he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him, effectively folding you farther in half as he lifted you slightly and moved you both to rest on the plush carpet on the floor.

Your legs hooked over Iida’s shoulders as you reached down and grabbed his buttocks, his hips moving in and out of you rapidly as he held your face in his hands, Iida watched tears stream down from your eyes as you moaned and whimpered about how good he felt, “You’re too cute, princess…” he moaned and kissed your forehead before wiping some of your tears away, “you’re so precious… I’m so lucky to have you” he hummed before he whispered your name against your lips, your body began to clench around him tightly as you felt the sweet release of an otherworldly orgasm sit itself in your lower abdomen and a pressure settle in your cunt, “I’m gonna cum, Tenya…” you cried and he hummed, “hold on sweet girl, I’m close… I’m so close, just waiting for me” he moaned and you reached your hands up his back, before digging your nails into his skin, “please hurry… I wanna feel your cum deep inside” you sobbed and your cunt squeezed around him tightly, “that’s it… yeah say it again” he huffed and his hips began lewdly clapping against yours, “I want your cum, pretty please Tenya” you begged and he grunted, as he grabbed your legs and leant back, Iida forced his cock deeper into you as he spread your legs wider about, he watched your body jolt was each of his hard thrusts, your breasts bounced, your head was thrown back and your legs shook and trembling so much your heels had fallen off, your face contorted into absolute blistering and pleasure as ecstasy pumped through your body, your hands balled into fists, back arched and you screamed out nonsense, the view before Iida was too much and he couldn’t hold himself back as he pressed deeply into you and wrapped a hand around your throat as the other pressed down on your mons, while his thumb quickly rubbed your clit, “yes baby… take in deep, keep everything drop inside” he hummed and gently pulled you into him.

Iida slowly stood and held you closely as he moved to sit on the armchair, he brushed his fingers through your soft hair and rubbed your back as he kissed your cheeks and lips, “You’re still throbbing inside” you hummed with a hoarse voice and your husband chuckled, “remember you promised you’d keep everything drop inside, I’m just helping” he hummed again your cheeks and your arms wrapped around his neck, “did it have to be so much, you already came twice why is there so much in me” you huffed and he laughed at your complaint, “I saved the biggest load to put inside you, don’t worry I’ll stay he all night long helping you keep my loads inside you” he nuzzled into your neck and before you could question why he said it like he had cum in you more then once he began moving you up and down his cock slowly.

“I’m still really hard, you’ll hold another load for me, right princess?” Iida smiled and you moaned as he began rubbing your clit slow, you nodded and moved your hips in slow circles, “I’ll take whatever treat you give me” you moaned.

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Way Out of Line

NINE

Character: Keith Toshko from Barbarian (2022) played by Bill Skarsgård.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, heavy themes.

Notes: This chapter can be triggering.

My fingers dragged through my hair over and over while I curled into myself in panic until I couldn't get my thighs any closer to my chest.

“Oh my god…! Oh my god…!” I said, lowly, but I didn't cry; those feelings hadn't taken over yet.

Keith looked at me with worry and crawled closer.

“She's probably had a feeling about this for a long time, and now that she saw us… She could accept it,” he said with a shoulder shrug, as if everything was okay. I looked up at him with disbelief in my eyes.

“It's my mom we’re talking about! She gets angry when I wear a dark shade of lipstick!”

Keith licked his lips and looked down at the mattress. I know he just wanted to help, but what he said was too unbelievable, and it sounded like he thought he could fool me.

"Aren't you worried? She could tell your wife!”

Keith looked at me with big eyes and then wiped the corner of his mouth.

“She would never.”

“Oh, yes, she would!” I said it with more attitude than he deserved, but it felt like he was in denial. Keith looked away, but after a few seconds, he started to crawl down under the cover.

“Maybe we should sleep and think about this tomorrow?”

I scoffed and harshly pulled at my hair, like a punishment for doing what I've done. It was a behavior I had during my younger years but hadn't done since my early teens.

“Hey, hey,” said Keith, taking my hands in his, pulling my fingers from my hair. “I'm sorry for this, okay? But… I want to fix this. And I think we can. Okay?”

I looked at him hopelessly but nodded. I didn't believe him, but his smooth voice and movements made me let go of the stress, and instead, the tears started to flow. Keith hushed me and pulled me into his lap so I could cry against his shoulder like a little child would. Soft fingers dragged through my hair while he rocked me in his arms.

“It's okay, honey… I will fix this… I promise I will fix this…”

If you dance, I'll dance. And if you don't, I'll dance anyway. Give peace a chance. Let the fear you have fall away…

×××

I didn't sleep well that night, even if Keith lay as the big spoon behind me most of the night. It felt like my mom still stood in the doorway, looking at us. I even sat up a couple of times to just see if she was there, but the door was closed, and no light could be seen coming from under it. She may have been asleep, even if that was an unbelievable thought.

I woke up early the next day, with the tip of my nose pressed against Keith's neck. He lay on his back snoring while I lay on his arm, as close as I could come without mounting him. I pulled my nose away and looked at his profile while he snored softly. He was handsome even when he slept, and I wonder what a man like him saw in me. That thought moved on to become thoughts about his wife. I hadn't even seen a picture of May; still, it felt sometimes like she was outside the window, looking at us. I thought about my mom again and how I wanted to see her. It was best if I met her without Keith; that would just make the situation messy, so carefully I stood up and pulled on a pair of floral pajama pants and a pink tank top. I braided my long hair to make her less upset that I had slept with it down. My hair was her hair, after all.

I looked in the kitchen first, sneaking around the corner to see her before she saw me, but the kitchen was empty. In the hallway I could see that my dad's gray everyday-coat was gone, and I knew then he was at work. Did that mean she hadn't told him?

I looked in the living room, the TV room, the dining room, and even my parents bedroom, but it was empty. For a moment I thought she had also left, but then I saw through the window in their bedroom that she was catching the first sunshine of March on the sundeck. She sat in her thick puffer jacket but with her aviator sunglasses on. It looked nice. I loved my mom, but I was also a bit scared of her. I knew she wanted my best, but she felt she needed to threaten, yell, and shame me to get me to obey. It was rare that I didn't do what she said. This time I wanted to stand up for myself, especially when I had a whole man behind me, but still it took a long time for me to dare to go out to her.

I pulled on my red coat and Converse and walked out to her, trying to go out with a straight back, but it fell down to its normal submissive way when she looked at me. Because of the sunglasses, I couldn't tell how she looked at me and I swallowed hard, but I moved quicker when I understood she would say something. I sat down on the chair next to her and looked out over the yard just like she did.

“I hope you're not proud of yourself for this…” She muttered when I had gotten used to the silence. I turned my eyes to her, but she didn't look at me and hadn't removed her sunglasses.

“He went to college with your father. We were guests at his wedding and had left you at home with your grandma to play with Barbies. Do you hear how sick that is?”

I swallowed hard; I didn't know what to say because, of course, I could hear it didn't sound that good.

“I've talked with his wife. I know why they will divorce.”

I looked at her now in another way. It was weird that his wife suddenly came so close, like she was friends with my mom. I didn't want to care, but still I waited on her to continue with a beating heart.

“Wandering eyes. He can't stop, and most often it's young women. Keith is a good friend to your father, and he has nothing malicious in him, but he has a problem. She found his search history on his phone. It was more or less just porn, and it was… Videos in theme with his problem. Don't you see you're just a fetish?”

My chest burned in a way I had never felt before when she talked, and in my head, Keith's face changed. Dark shadows morphed his face into a man I didn't know. I literally tried to shake off the image out of my head and dragged my hands over my face.

“He loves me,” I said with a weak voice. My mom didn't say anything, like she didn't think it was worth her time.

“I don't want to involve your father in this and count on you keeping… Keith outside of this too.”

I nodded fast, just happy hearing my father wouldn't know what I had done.

“What do you say about us paying for that trip to Paris you've always wanted to do with Farah, and in return, you stop seeing him.”

“Mom…!” I gasped, upset, and felt my body slowly becoming possessed with a strong panic.

“And then I also won't tell his wife that he’s having an affair with a twenty-year-old girl. I don’t think Keith, or his cousins who own the company with him, would want to share their money with her just because a naive little girl believed she would get married to a millionaire.”

“Mom…!” I whined again but with tears in my throat now. My mom was really blackmailing me. Maybe she did it because she believed it was best for me in the long run, but it was still unbelievable. I never thought I would get blackmailed, especially not by my mother. She just groaned, irritated, and stood up.

“I'm so ashamed of you, Jaqueline. How can you be so stupid you believe a married, rich, middle-aged man would want to be with you? Maybe he’s attracted to you; I absolutely believe so because you're a stunning girl, but when he's divorced, he will realize he wants to play with someone in his own league. I don't say this to be mean; I say this so you don’t throw away your best years on a man who will never be pleased with you.”

Mom gave me a look of pity as I sat crying loudly like a little child. If I had been a child, she would have tried to comfort me and given me a motherly embrace, but now she just looked at me in disappointment like I was too much of an embarrassment to even have the right to cry.

She left me alone on the sundeck and walked down to the gate at the end of the yard to the walking trail that stretched out behind our neighborhood. I didn’t know if I wanted to be alone or not. If I wanted to beg for her forgiveness, run up to Keith and beg him to love me, or if I should just plan my trip to Paris and then run away from them both.

×××

I felt a resistance to looking at him where he sat in my bed, blinking the sleep from his eyes with my floral cover around his hips. He was an enigma of a man. When I looked at him, he could fool me into believing he was younger, even doubting his age sometimes, but I never forgot his 38 years, or 39 years. In a month it would be his birthday. His soft chocolate locks were messy, giving him a boyish look. His stubble had grown longer, crawling down his neck. Right at that moment he looked innocent, like all his earlier sins were forgotten, but I remembered them and knew how demonic he could look when he angled his face. I didn't know where I had him at all. I had accepted him as my Daddy without questioning it, like I had waited for such a relationship, but I didn't know much about that sort of dynamic. I had never questioned why he wanted that. If he had earlier experiences of it. Maybe it was something he just needed to try, and there I was, desperate for his attention. He, a porn addict, meeting a girl desperate for attention and male validation.

“Hey?” He looked at me with sleepy eyes where I sat on the chair by my vanity table. I smiled, unsure, but he didn't seem to care, as he stretched out his hand towards me. I would never be able to resist taking his big hand and letting his long finger wrap around mine. He pulled lightly to make me understand he wanted me close. He smiled that boyish smile, and I felt myself melt. I giggled and let him pull me down as I straddled his lap after he had pushed away the cover.

“It's okay, baby… It's a new day now…” he said lowly, and I nodded while looking deep into his eyes. I felt comforted and let him kiss me. Keith dragged his hands over my waist, my back, and down to my bum while continuing to kiss me. Even if I loved his soft kisses and his loving hands, I couldn't stop thinking about his porn history. I had seen porn one time when Farah wanted to tease me for my innocence. The girls looked like they were bought at Shein, and they begged to get dick like they were starving. Was it that he wanted?

I could feel him grow under me even if I still wore pajama pants.

“Is someone home?” He groaned and dragged his hands over my chest. It really felt like he just saw me as those girls my mom had said he wanted, but still I felt my nipples get hard and my sex start to ache.

“No…”

“Take them off, your pants… Take it all off…”

I did what he told me even if my feelings flew around in all directions. He pulled out his erection without taking his underwear off, and it made it feel even more dirty. He didn't even try to make it feel intimate anymore. While dragging his hand over his erection, he stretched his long arm out to the drawer in my nightstand and pulled out a condom in a black plastic wrapper. I didn't even know he had put them there. He was always ready. Every moment with me could become time he could hammer me down in bed. I looked at him while he put on the condom skillfully. I liked the visual, his thick long cock and his big manly hands, elegant but strong. I wanted it inside me even if I wished I could give him the cold shoulder.

He held his cock in place and looked at me with a darker gaze than before. He laid his other hand on my waist to show me what he wanted, but to my surprise, he steered me to lie down. His unreadable eyes looked at me, inspecting my eyes and lips before he kissed me deeply. Slowly, he dragged the tip of his cock between my folds. I knew he missed my wetness; he had said that before when he had worn a condom, it was also the way he knew I was ready for him. It seemed like he took the risk that I wasn't ready for him that time because he pushed in without checking if I was wet enough.

“Is it okay?” He asked when he had pushed in half off his cock, and I nodded with my leg on his hip, feeling the elastic of his boxers against my skin. He pushed in the rest of his thickness and smirked when I moaned deeply. Just having him inside me was a wonderful sensation.

Keith rolled his hips with purpose while looking me deep in the eyes. I didn't let go of the eye contact and stared at him like I hoped I would see his real self show itself in his light eyes. I could feel a building pressure in my belly while he pleased me, and I hated that I couldn't control my pathetic moans. He laid over me, restricting my movements; he was closer to me than any human had ever been, and he made me, for the first time aware that my heart could skip a beat. Keith owned me. He could do whatever he wanted with me, and I would do it. I lay there with my legs spread even if I was so close to losing my family. We had seen each other for three months. He shouldn't have such power over me.

My orgasm built fast when Keith's middle finger started to rub my clit from side to side. I was so close to heaven, but I didn't want to go in. I needed to close the pearl gate because when I looked at the man I thought had been my angel, I now just saw the devil himself.

“Stop!” I screamed in panic, pushing his broad chest harshly. Keith, who was close to his own orgasm, reacted slower than I wanted, and in my suffocated feeling, I couldn't wait and kicked and hit him much harder than I thought I even could. I didn't know where my hands, feet, and knees landed, but it made Keith move quickly but with a painful sound. Free from his weight over me, from his hands on my body, I could cover myself up and look at him. He had pulled on his boxers completely and looked at me with a heartbreaking look, but it wasn't just that; on his left cheek and low on his chest were two long scratches from my nails. The one on his cheek seemed to be deep because the blood was dripping down his porcelain skin.

“Oh my god…" I whispered, regretfully when he wiped the blood with his thumb. Keith looked at his scarlet-colored fingers and then up at me with so much hurt and confusion that his face changed to a little boy’s. I could see his lower lip shaking, his eyes moving stressed from side to side in such a glassy state, the sun from the window reflected in them. Slowly, he nodded like I had said something, then he gathered his clothes from the floor.

“Keith…” I cried. I didn't even know what to say, because I didn't know what I wanted, but it was obvious my sudden outburst in violence had hurt him deeply.

Keith gave me a quick look, then he just nodded again. The tears were close to escaping from his eyes, and he acted like he didn't have the right to say anything, like I had silenced him for life.

“Please, Keith…” I wiped away my own tears. It felt like my body was lame and my brain slower because I didn't succeed in doing more than that, and then Keith left my room in fumbling stress.

×××

Even if I had the most beautiful bedroom a girl can wish for, in a big house in a good neighborhood, with a soft bed, clean expensive clothes, and a bathroom with luxury in every corner, I felt homeless. I sat in said bed; I hadn't moved an inch since Keith had left my room and a numbness crawled out in my limbs so heavy it felt like it slowly ate up my identity.

I had always been so sure of who I was. I was Dr. George Bailey's daughter. I had good grades, did drama, and pretended to read Jane Austen and the Bronte Sisters. I have hair and cheekbones that make people envious and a wardrobe any girl on Pinterest would die for. My parents had created a safe home for me with every material thing I've ever wanted and rules I never questioned. Until I met Keith. The prince who was coming to tell me about the real world outside. But he wasn't like Flynn in Tangled that gave me easy answers and Disney charm. Everything with Keith felt a bit dirty, not at all as dreamy and clean as I had learned a prince should be. He was married, had lied about his background, and mostly just wanted to penetrate me so hard I wouldn't be able to sit down for weeks. He had made me question my parents, the only home I had, without offering me another one. I was homeless, standing on my own for the first time in my life, and I hated it.

I seemed to have believed the world was on pause so I could think everything through by myself, but the world wasn't that kind and shocked me when I saw Keith outside of my window, on the street, putting his suitcases in the back of his car and then letting the trunk close by itself. I looked at him like he was just a character in a movie, wondering what he would do next instead of realizing it was my lover who jumped into the Volvo’s driver seat and closed the door without looking at our house. It was when the car actually rolled away that I realized what I had actually seen.

×××

I cried loudly and messily while dressing myself. It probably sounded like a five-year-old lost her doll, but it was just a twenty-one-year-old who had lost the love of her life. I didn't care that it looked like I had gotten myself ready in the dark because it felt like I had; everything was dark without Keith. My outfit was a mess in a lilac velour set and my red coat to my well-used Converse, but I didn't care. I just needed to speed up to Keith.

I ran past my mom on my way out to the garage, but at that moment she was as important as the monstera plant next to her. She has to wait. I sped away in my Beetle in the direction I had seen Keith drive. Where would he go? For a moment I thought that he would go to his wife but got a bad conscience at once. I had thought awful things about him that day; none of them were true. I needed to stop making him into a villain when he wasn't. He was the man I loved who hadn't been anything else than wonderful to me.

With a shaky hand and my eyes on the road, I got out my phone from the coat pocket and then dialed Keith's number. I had memorized it because I couldn't save it, and I would probably know it for the rest of my life now.

He didn't let me sit nervously wondering if he would answer for so long, but his voice didn't calm me down because his hello was distracted and ignorant.

“Please, Keith, where are you? Please, please…!” A new storm of tears came over me, and for my own safety, I parked on the side of the road.

Keith was silent, and I could just hear my own desperate crying.

“Please, Keith, Daddy, please, please…” I stuttered and received a sigh back in my ear.

“Jaqueline… I thought you felt I hurt you?” Keith said, his voice soft but distant, like he didn't want to talk about it.

“No, no. No, Keith! No. Where are you?”

“I'm at a hotel. I must live somewhere…”

“Which? I can come to you!” My desperation made me sound as if I were excited, but in reality I was just stressed and terrified I would lose him. I could hear that he was doubting, but for some reason he answered and gave me the name of my town's most luxurious hotel and the presidential suite. I shouldn't have been surprised; he was a millionaire after all, but yet I reacted to it. It felt like a sign, he was done playing with me now and would go back to dating women in his “own league.” He had played the character of a “humble jazz musician” well, but now he was back to being an “arrogant rich man.”

The hotel wasn't the high, imposing building newly rich tourists lived in, but the old, grand hotel that had existed through the ages. They didn't accept just anyone to live there, just members, and they had hightop security so their VIP guests could feel safe. I was forced to stay outside the door of the hotel and wait for the reception to call Keith before they let me in, and because I didn't have an ID, they filmed me so he could see me. I had been a crying mess before, but the long process to just meet Keith made the tears dry and annoyance spread in my chest instead that didn't go away until I saw him. The receptionist led me through the restaurant of the hotel to a seat in the corner, two armchairs by a little round table, which one of the chairs Keith had folded his long body into. It really felt like I was looking at someone else because the Keith in the teak-colored armchair wasn't my Keith. He wore a midnight blue suit in a thin, velvety material that looked expensive in its simplicity. He had a stark white button-up under that was so bright that it stood out against the restaurant’s dark interior. His hair was as messy and slicked back as it usually was, but now the hair made him look chic instead of nonchalant. The suit made all the difference.

I stood in silence and looked at him with big eyes. I didn't know what to say to the man in front of me, because it really didn't feel like the Keith I was used to but I also reacted to the long red scratch mark on his otherwise smooth cheek. I had really hurt him.

“Are you okay?” He asked instead and tied his fingers together in his lap. I nodded doubtfully and sat down when he did a motion towards the other armchair. We looked at each other with empty eyes. Maybe he saw me differently now too while he sat there in his correct environment with his regular work clothes on and looked at the little girl in front of him dressed in a lilac velour set and Converse. Maybe he saw that I wasn't like the girls in the porn he watched or neither like the women he could date in his own circle. I was just a stupid girl.

“I never meant to hurt you… In any way…”

His voice was low, just like his eyes, and he moved so he sat a bit leaned forward towards me. Even if he didn't look at me, I could see he was ashamed and uncomfortable, and even if he wasn't my Keith anymore, I didn't want to see him feel like that.

“I know, Keith. I know. It was… I just started to think, and my emotions… I just felt trapped suddenly and… I didn't know how to… How to handle it,” I stuttered, as I fiddled with the ribbons on the velour jacket. I met his big, green eyes but could just see sadness. It was my Keith's beautiful eyes. It was my Keith in that expensive suit, but I couldn't read him.

“What did you think?”

“Ehm… That I would lose my family…” I said honestly, even if there were other thoughts too.

“That our relationship would make you lose your family?”

I nodded and looked around at the restaurant. In the corner of my eye, I could see Keith drum with his fingertips against his lips and nod slowly.

“You mean because they would never accept me as your-… Accept me?” He swallowed when he realized he didn't have a good word for himself either. I still didn't dare to look at him because I could hear the conversation with my mom in my head. I felt a bit sick and moved subconsciously in the chair, and Keith took that as a yes to his question.

“I just thought…” His voice was weak and disappeared completely before he could say what he wanted; instead, he dragged his hands over his face and looked out through the window with a tired look. You could see the hotel’s courtyard there with a little fountain they hadn't put on for the season yet. The sun shone hopefully on it, though, and a small bird jumped around it on a hunt for food. They were signs that spring was coming. A new season with new possibilities. A brighter, warmer one.

I looked at Keith again, who looked back at me with his big, mesmerizing eyes. I wanted to experience spring with him, being in love in the season of love, sitting in cafes, making out in the grass, touching his skin that had been warmed and kissed by the sun, but it could never happen. It would never happen.

When I stood up from the chair, Keith didn't move at all. He just looked at me in that tired, hopeless way and nodded a little.

“It's… I don't know what kind of a fairytale I thought this was… I guess both of us lost the grip of reality?” I said with a shoulder shrug and a laugh even if the tears started to run down my cheeks. Keith still didn't say anything; instead, he just nodded, like he agreed. He lowered his gaze towards his polished leather shoes and tied them more neatly. I looked at his odd behavior and couldn't interpret that in any other way then, that he wasn't interested in listening to me anymore. I gave him a final look even if his full attention was on the shoes, and then I turned on my heel and left.

My heart ached, and it felt like it was ready to give up, but I didn't cry as loud and dramatic as before because I wasn't in panic. I had already lost him. It was over now.

It was finally over.

But no matter how I try to. And no matter how I want to. And no matter how easy things could be if I did. And no matter how guilty, I still feel saying it. I wish I hated you…

×××

Next stop: Paris.

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Ink | Customer! Eddie Munson x Tattoo Artist! Reader

Notes: OOF this took me a while, but it's here! Enjoy!

Words: 3k

Warnings: Drinking

Eddie was your favourite customer for multiple reasons.

For one, the tattoos he wanted were exactly what he wanted. Two, he loved every idea you had, and also made his next appointments every time you finished a piece. Plus, he tips well, which is a nice bonus.

On the other hand, you had to shamefully realise that you developed a small crush on him. Which is funny, considering his tattoos were skulls, snakes and bats while you had a huge Sailor Moon sleeve on your right arm and nothing but flowers on the left one.

You were Eddie's favourite tattoo artist. With your chatty self, you always managed to distract him from the pain with stories from your life. Your artwork was nothing less than amazing, and always up his lane. He thought it was funny that you specialised in black and white for anything weird or creepy while he always walked into your pink and purple tattoo shop with a variety of Disney movies playing on the TV standing on a wooden shelf, mounted to the wall.

In addition, he had a crush on you. He's had crushes before, but not like this. This one was different than the others. Maybe it's because you always told him about what your Dachshund at home was up to, or when you told him your brother asked you to be your nieces godmother. It was just...special. His special time between you and him.

Today, he wanted a black and white cecropia moth over his shoulders and upper back. Eddie was so excited for this appointments the entire week, so much so that he was already grinning while walking in. "Who do we have here.", you said with an equally wide grin the second you spotted him. "Your favourite client, I assume.", he said while taking off his jacket. It was very clear that Eddie was your favourite customer, although you never said that out loud. "Considering we're all alone, you can assume correct.", you replied. As per usual, he made his way over to your station and waited for your okay to take his shirt off. "What ya' think?", you asked as you showed him the drawing of the moth. As per usual, it was perfect. "Alright, so you can take off your top for the stencil. Amy is coming in later today, so if you want the partition then just let me know."

This wasn't your first time seeing him shirtless, yet you couldn't help but look a bit from the corner of your eye. You hated yourself for this dumb crush, it was beyond unprofessional. On the other hand, Amy met her fiance at the studio as well. "I think I'll be fine without it, but thank you." He put his shirt underneath the chair, which was your que to get the stencil on his back.

"Alright, you ready?" He got comfortable on the chair, you put The Little Mermaid in the VHS player and started tattooing. "Same procedure as always, when the pain gets to much I'll tell you about Hot Dog." That was your Dachshund, who you also lovingly addressed as your son. "What have you been up to?" Eddie told you about his recent gigs, how band practice went and that Gareth proposed to his girlfriend at the last gig. Especially the last part made you happy. Gareth came in for a tattoo as well a few months ago, and he was such a kind person. He got quiet two hours in, which was your que to start talking. "Hot Dog is getting a sister. I found an elder dog at the shelter, and I'm taking her home next week." Eddie found the pain much more bearable when you talked to him. Your voice was like music to his ears. He even noticed how your voice changed whenever you talked about Hot Dog. "What's her name?", he asked in an attempt to forget about the pain. "Marly. She's an 11 year old german shepherd with maybe 4 teeth left." Eddie stiffled his laugh to not mess up the tattoo. "Hot Dog likes her a lot, that's why we picked her. Maybe I should bring both some time." Of course they couldn't stay in the studio, but you and your colleague Amy had a small staff room that they could stay in whole you worked on his tattoos. "Would be nice.", he said. His tone was an indicator that he needed a break. "Outline's done, I started on the shading, time for a break."

You put some paper towels on his back and fixated them with tape before letting him go outside for a smoke break. "All shirtless?", you teased him. He chuckled while looking for his cigarettes in his jacket. "It's just the backyard, nobody's gonna see me." You giggled a bit and watched him walk out the backdoor for his smoke break. In the meantime, you had a quick snack and tidied up your station. Eddie always had two cigarettes, you knew him that much already. Since the Cinderella movie was long over and already played twice, you also looked through your VHS collection to pick a new movie. He came back in while you were deciding between movies. "Got a good pick?", he asked while putting his cigarette away. "You mind if I switch it up and put in Sailor Moon instead of Disney?" How could he, when your grin was so adorable. "No Disney? How scandalous.", he joked. You laughed a bit while getting up to replace the VHS. "You can lay down again, I'll be there in a minute."

You kept talking him through the pain with silly stories. How your niece got into the cookie jar and his in the closet with it, that Hot Dog messed up your couch, that your brother had to help his daughter practice ballet in a tutu of his own. Eddie was laughing along until you told him about the terrible date you had last week. "So we went on a walk, and he asked me if our kids would be born with tattoos since I messed with my DNA." That was the only part that was mildly funny through his jealousy. "But I pretty much ran when he said he'd propose on the spot. Haven't called him since, and I don't want to." You noticed that he got oddly quiet after that. For what? For a few minutes, the room was filled with sounds from Sailor Moon playing on the TV.

Meanwhile, Eddie's jealousy was what kept him distracted from the pain. How could a guy get a date someone so perfect and mess it up so bad? He wouldn't treat you like that. "You okay there?", you asked him. He let out a low hum in response, music to your ears, and made up a quick excuse. "It's just really painful right now." That was no surprise, you were shading on his shoulderblades right now. It's reasonable enough to you. "Just watch Sailor Moon, I think you'll like it more than you think. And let me know if you need another break."

"Thanks, (Y/N).", he mumbled. Just as expected, he sat like a rock despite the painful tattoo placement and the odd quietness. Was it actually that bad?

Amy eventually came in to set up her station, and her client came in 30 minutes later. After another 3 hours, you told Eddie that it was time for another break. "I could finish it if you give me 2 more hours, give or take. You think you can handle that?" Finally, he seemed normal again. "I think so. I'm gonna take a longer break though, I need to eat something." You nodded in agreement and let him take his break while you also ate something and looked over at what Amy was tattooing. "I can put on Care Bears for you, if you'd like.", you suggested once you saw the Love-a-lot bear tattoo. Seeing the eyes of Amy's client light up was a dead giveaway. In a few minutes, you had the first season of Care Bears on the TV and it seemed to help her client a lot with the pain.

Eddie was done with his break after 20 minutes. He looked much more relaxed, which made you feel more relaxed also.

"Do you feel better?", you asked him in a hushed tone. "Yeah, we're just getting to the hard part right now.", he replied while laying back down. It was still odd, because even when he was in a lot of pain he didn't like complete silence. Wait...was he...

"Amy, can you take five and check something?", you asked your colleague. While she was a bit confused, Amy went to the staff room after checking with her client. You could hear some distinct chatter from Eddie and the other client through the door. "Did something happen with the orders?", she asked in a concerned tone.

"I think Eddie's jealous.", you simply stated. With a raised eyebrow and crossed arms, she asked "That's what I had to pause my session for?"

"I'm serious. I mentioned my awful date last week, and he's been off since then. He doesn't even talk or anything, he's a chatterbox!" Another eyeroll from her. "Give him the plus one ticket you have for the afterparty. You're awfully honest when you drink, and from what I heard he likes that too. And if it goes to shit, you'll loose a client. It's shit, but you wouldn't see him again." She was right, you knew that. "Right. Yeah, right." You scratched your head and went to the door again. "I'll do that, thank you." She still gave you a sympathetic smile as you two left the room. "It's gonna be fine. Promise."

He handed you the money he owed you for the tattoo, and you handed him the plus one ticket. "What's that?", he asked with knitted eyebrows. "There's a tattoo convention in a month, and the afterparty is on the second day. It would be lovely if you could come." Finally, he had a smile on his face again. "We also have a booth at the convention, so maybe you could come and say hello."

"I'll make sure to be there.", he said with a smirk while putting the ticket into the front pocket of his leather jacket. "I'll be seeing you before my next appointment then." Eddie left with a small wink. A wink?!

When the day of the afterparty came around, you put a lot of thought into your makeup, hair and outfit. When going shopping, you ended up picking a backless, white dress that was only held up by two spaghetti straps. It was so you could show off the pink and purple wings tattoo perfectly while also showing both your full-sleeves. Considering it was summer, it was also short so your legs tattoos would be shown off.

Of course the main intention was to show as much of the art on your skin as possible. A side intention was just in case Eddie would be there. He hasn't been at your booth the whole weekend. Why should he come now?

You put your hair into a ponytail and finished your makeup before leaving for the location. Since you planned on drinking, you called a cab, kissed your dogs goodbye and left.

It was loud. Really, really loud. Dre Day by Dr. Dre was being played while people on the floor were dancing together, in groups or alone.

"(Y/N)!", you heard someone yell excitedly. In hopes of it being Eddie you turned around, but it wasn't him. Still, it was a friend who lives four states over and always came to the convention. That was nice, too. "Steph!", you yelled back excitedly before the both of you hugged. "Come on, let's drink. What have you been up to?"

And drinking you did. Eventually, both of you and her girlfriend ended up on the dancefloor with Destiny's Child in the background. You sort of gave up on Eddie turning up, until you bumped into him.

"Shit, what are you doing here?", he asked while theatrically swinging his arm around your shoulders. "I'm a tattoo artist, Eddie!", you said with a giggle. The close proximity didn't even matter right now, that's how much you had to drink already. "What are you doing here, huh?" Steph saw you and him, smirked and continued dancing with her girlfriend.

"You invited me!", he yelled over the loud music that just turned up. Dr. Dre was a stable at this party, apparently. "Oh yeah!", you yelled back, followed by a hearty laugh. "Because you're hot and I wanna see you more!" Eddie just laughed and walked towards the bar with you, arm still around your shoulder. "I like the things you're saying.", he said eventually. Both of you hopped up on a barstool and ordered another drink. "I wanted to see you sooner, but I had to work!", he told you in a slurred tone. The only thing you did was giggle, and then both of you got your cocktails. "What's that?", he asked you while watching you take a sip. "Piña Colada. Wanna taste?" Eddie didn't expect you to stick your tongue out instead of handing you the glass, but he just laughed and kissed you instead of even bothering to think. He stood up from his barstool to stand between your legs while you two made out.

To the both of you, unbeknownst to the other, this felt like it was meant to be. Why did you hold back for so long?

His hands travelled from your thigh up to your waist and squeezed the flesh on it. You let out a small moan into the kiss, which made him break it for a short while. "I think I wanna take you home.", he rasped. A grin appeared on your face and your hand ran through his hair. "I think that's a great idea."

And to his home you went. That's where you woke up the next morning, naked in his bed. Eddie was still snorring next to you, also naked, with one arm lazily drapped around your waist. "Fuck.", you mumbled while trying to get up. There was a stinging pain in your head, and while still being naked you ran to the nearest bathroom to throw up. It was obvious where it was, considering Eddie labeled it with an old bar toilet sign.

After you were done throwing up and washed out your mouth, you spotted Eddie in the doorway in nothing but low-hanging, grey sweatpants. "Good morning.", he said in a low tone. His voice was still raspy from waking up. Your response was a grumble while you sat down on the edge of his bathtub. He saw you naked last night, it didn't matter anymore. "Here, put it on." Eddie handed you an oversized Metallica shirt and your underwear from yesterday. "Thanks.", you mumbled before slowly getting dressed. He turned around to give you some privacy, but there was undoubtedly tension between you two. "I'll make you breakfast, and I'm guessing we need to talk then.", he said, then walked off.

You heard the clinking of pans and plates while still trying to grasp what really happened. You had sex with your favourite client, no memory if you two even used protection, while drunk out of your mind. One part of your brain thought Finally, while the other part throught How?.

You removed your makeup as much as you could (although your lipstick was already off from last night), then walked into his kitchen.

Eddie had a studio apartment, so his living room, bedroom and kitchen were all combined in one big room. The only thing that separated his bedroom from everything else were some shelfs with DnD figurines and books in it. "You feel better?", Eddie asked you while you sat down on the high stool he had by his kitchen island. "A bit. Head still hurts." He slid you an aspirin with a glass of water. You gratefully took it and gulped it all down with lightning speed.

"So, about last night.", Eddie started while putting scrambled eggs and bacon with some toast on your plate. It smelled so good, you wished you had that every day. "Do you know if we used protection?" was the first question that left your mouth. The risk of having a baby with someone you weren't in a relationship with was terrifying.

"Honestly, I don't know. I didn't see any...packaging.", Eddie replied as he sat down next to you with his own plate in hand. Your head fell into your hands with a loud groan. "Fuck...", you mumbled after a while. "It's no offence to you, but I really don't want to have a child with someone I'm not dating."

"I mean, we could."

Your head shot up at his words. To him, you looked like a deer in headlights. "You're serious?" The stammer in your voice was clear, but Eddie didn't know how to interpret it. But now that you two have gone this far already, nothing he would say now could make it worse. "I've liked you for a while now. I really, really like you. And I wouldn't be opposed to being your boyfriend."

Those words were music to your ears. What a great day, despite the hangover. "As much as this goes against any client-artist ethics I have, I like you in that way as well.", you said with a big grin. It lit up the room, so much that your eyebags and residue makeup weren't remotely visible anymore. "How about you take me to get a plan B, get my dogs and find somewhere to eat for lunch?"

Eddie started grinning at your suggestion. "Getting plan b and meeting the dogs sounds like boyfriend-girlfriend activities.", he said. You got down from the high stool, stood between his legs and wrapped your arms around his neck. "You know me more than most of my friends. I think we can skip the awkward 'what are we' phase."

Both of you leaned into a kiss, a sober one this time.

"Eddie?", you yelled from your bathroom. Hot Dog and Marly came running in with your boyfriend, hearing the nervous undertone. "Everything okay?", he asked before turning the corner and seeing a pregnancy test in your hands.

"I...don't think the plan B, uhm...worked.", you stammered.

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