#The Naughty Princess Club

[kitten4sannie]

ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ꜰᴏʀᴍ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ

pairing: dilf! san x boytoy! wooyoung x fem! reader

genre: smut <3

summary: you search for a rebound at your local club after a break up. the club owner and his favorite boyfriend are there to satisfy your needs.

w.c: 3.3k

warnings: daddy dom kinda switch! san (almost chewed my fingers off writing him like this trust), dom! wooyoung (he’s kinda passively there when it comes to reader but i promise he’ll be more prominent in part two~), subby good girl! reader, woosan, alcohol use, reader is not drunk but sufficiently tipsy, daddy kink, dirty talk, pet names (angel, princess, pretty girl, etc), teasing, possessiveness, praise, voyeurism/exhibitionism, body worship, grinding, kissing, marking, fingering, double? blowjob? idk (san gets head while giving it too oop-) , deep-throating, slight hair pulling, snowballing

a/n: hii guess who’s back from the dead just in time for the cb? <3 and i brought a present ~ a naughty one hehe :3 the inspo came from those pics above bc they look so expensive and cunty and so yummy ugh and THEN san decided to strip at the mama awards and now i’m ILL and ready to howl at the moon anyways !!this is out of pocket like usual and i put my whole kitty into it okayyy so i hope you enjoy and pls lemme know if you’re excited for part two >< <33

song rec: incubator by ph-1, gun by doja cat, wine pon you also by doja cat feat. konshens (every time i hear the last part it reminds me of san’s dance cover hnnnnhgg)

“Girl, you better slow down on that drink,” the woman sitting beside you at the bar warned, resting her forearms down on the cool surface of the sleek marble countertop, continuing to watch you slurp down a long island iced tea. “I’m not about to hold your hair up for you later.”

“Can you leave me alone? I’m grieving over here, god,” you whined to her with your straw still in between your pouting, quivering lips, your eyes brimming with tears. “And for the record, he broke up with me over text. Text.”

She shook her head. “You are not about to cry over a man right now.”

You pushed your empty glass away, before dramatically pointing a finger into your chest, causing the strap of your dress to droop down your shoulder a bit. “You’re right, but I can still be a mess if I want to, thank you very much.”

“Well, you’re certainly achieving that,” she stated, idly sipping on her own drink, looking you up and down until you felt like you had to prove something to her.

“Okay, fuck this,” you muttered, pushing yourself off of the barstool and pulling your dress down where it was beginning to rise up near your ass, sniffling a bit.

“Where are you going?”

Pulling out a small tube from the v-neck of your dress to apply a fresh coat of lip gloss, you smacked your lips together and motioned your hand to the vast amounts of sweaty, drunk people grinding on each other on the opposite side of the club. “I’m gonna get some rebound dick. Don’t wait up.”

The woman smiled to herself as she watched you disappear into the sea of people, still just sipping on her drink. Little did you know, someone else was already waiting for you in that crowd. And they came as a package deal.

-

“I want her, Sannie,” Wooyoung chimed to the older man that was sitting beside him on the comfy VIP couch, the man’s arm wrapped protectively around his waist. The younger man took a finger off of his fruity drink to point at the woman that was feeling herself up with her body pressed to an unnamed man on the dance floor across from them, charmed by the unbothered, almost melancholic expression imprinted on her flushed face, like she was just waiting for someone like them to take care of her, to make her pretty face flush for a different reason.

San followed Wooyoung’s manicured nail until it led to the sight of you, a few wrinkles etched into his skin near his lips and where his eyes creased with amusement. “Mmm. Shall I leave you to your own devices then? Daddy can watch you seduce that pretty girl from here, can’t he?” His smile deepened when Wooyoung shifted beside him, his thigh pressing into San’s larger one, knowing his plaything was already getting hot under the collar. San held Wooyoung’s chin between his ringed fingers, leaning in to murmur, “And you’ll be a good boy and bring her to me once you get her nice and wet, won’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Wooyoung replied breathily, barely getting his words out when the man pulled him in for a heated kiss.

Just when Wooyoung began to lean into him, his hands resting on San’s leather-bound chest, the older man broke the kiss, wiping the other’s saliva from his mouth. “Get going, naughty boy.”

Despite being dizzy with need, Wooyoung nodded, obediently nodding as he stood up from the couch. He fixed his hair and checked his makeup, before heading into the sea of sweaty, lust-drunk people to find you.

You were almost too busy rolling your body along to the hypnotic flow of the house track that was bumping through the speakers around you to notice the warmth of someone else pulling you near him, his hand sliding onto the small of your back and his lips against your ear, goosebumps forming across your skin.

“Can I steal you away?” Wooyoung whispered in a low voice, smiling at your slow nod, your eyes practically dilating at the sight of him. You didn’t know angels frequented night clubs. That was news to you. The both of you silently watched as his veiny hands slowly slid onto your hips, his fingers squeezing into them just enough to make you shiver.

He brought you back against him with a gentleness that made you a little weak in the knees, moving his hips against yours, guiding you against his body to the pulsing beats of the song.

Desperate to be needed by the obscenely attractive stranger, you took it upon yourself to grind back against him, feeling his cock harden against your ass through his satin pants.

“Fuck, baby, don’t you know what’ll happen if you keep doing that?” he exhaled into your ear, his fingers moving down slightly to squeeze your thighs.

You turned your head back to meet his searing gaze, licking your lips, your eyelids lowering. “What’s going to happen?”

Glancing to the side to make sure San was still watching, which he was, with a hand clutching his upper thigh, Wooyoung looked back to you, his hands moving further outwards to feel the sides of your ass, encouraging your dress to move up little by little, replying, “We’ll have to play with you, angel.”

“Yes, please,” you breathed out, resting your head against his chest, allowing him to feel up your body, his hands groping along your abdomen to your tits, the cogs inside your head moving at a slower rate than usual. “Wait…did you just say…we’ll?” Just as you spoke, Wooyoung reached around to grasp your chin and guide it to the side, allowing you to spot the fiery-headed gentleman manspreading on the VIP couch across from you, his heated gaze alone making you throb. “Isn’t…that the guy who owns this place?”

“Mm, he owns a lot of things. You see, darling, even though I want you all to myself–” Wooyoung squeezed his hands around your barely clothed tits through your dress, making you moan. “San doesn’t like it when I don’t share with him.” His hands slowly moved down your front to your clothed cunt, feeling your wetness coat his fingers when he rubbed them against your clothed slit. All you could focus on was the way San shifted around on the couch, his hands gripping his thighs like his body was aching to be free from his tight ensemble, Wooyoung’s upcoming offer barely getting processed in your hazy brain. “Do you wanna meet him?”

One single nod was all it took for Wooyoung to take your hand with a knowing smile on his pretty face, like he could already tell what was about to go down that night, before guiding you past the crowd, the bouncers, and directly up to San, who was eagerly waiting your arrival.

As soon as you stepped foot into the exclusive lounge, the visual of the older man had your already weak knees ready to buckle underneath you now that you could see him up close. He was dressed head to toe in sleek, expensive leather. The top only had two buttons to support his front, his broad chest on full display for you to drool over. Your eyes eventually followed upwards until you got to his obscenely handsome face, his sharp, feline-like features bathed in the club’s sinful red lighting. Then, of course, the nail in the coffin was the dimpled smile he offered you, one that was so inviting that you didn’t realize you were being drawn to him like a moth to a burning flame.

“That’s right, go ahead and get nice and comfortable on my lap, sweetheart,” his words, sweet like honey, melted off his tongue in a low drawl, his limbs wrapping around you as soon as you sat down on his lap, resting one hand comfortably on your thigh, his other reaching up to play with your hair. “What brought you here tonight? To my pretty boy? To me?”

You gently hooked an arm around his neck to keep yourself upright, gazing at Wooyoung who sat beside you both on the couch, his fingers rubbing gentle circles around one of your ankles, before turning your head to look at the older man, trying to keep bad memories from flooding your brain.

San gently twirled your hair around his finger, urging in a deep, comforting voice, “Let it out. Don’t be afraid, princess.”

Your brain offered you a pleasant fuzziness instead. “I…had a bad breakup…I just really wanted to come here, get my back blown out, and forget about it all, you know?”

Wooyoung stifled a cackle, while San’s lower lip jutted out in a pout, his hand splaying across your upper thigh, slowly rubbing it up and down. “Poor angel. I bet he never made you feel needed, huh?” You mirrored his pout, shaking your head. “I can make you feel needed, baby. Do you want that?” A nod this time, your breath caught in your throat. San leaned in, pressing his lips to your warm cheek, murmuring, “Then, let Daddy take care of you, alright?”

And just like that, there were no rules anymore. No regulations. No holding back. Just you, two strangers, and a club full of people that couldn’t care less about what you were doing. San still held you in his lap, your trembling legs just barely spread open enough to allow his hand in between them, rubbing his thick digits against your cunt through your soaked panties, while Wooyoung had a front row seat. “Is it good for you, baby? Or do you want more?”

“More,” you exhaled, about to say something when San squeezed your clit roughly, making you gasp.

“More, what, princess?” San leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, whispering against them, “What’s my name?”

“More, Daddy,” you corrected yourself, just as San’s ringed fingers moved past your panties and slipped right inside you up to the knuckle, filling you up just enough to make your brain go fuzzy.

Wooyoung moaned just when you did, biting his lip at the sight of San’s veins popping out when he began to pump his fingers in and out of your squelching hole. “Fuck, that’s so hot…she’s so wet, Daddy…”

“She is, isn’t she?” San agreed, curling his fingers inside you until he hit the spot that made you drool, his lips suddenly latching onto your neck to leave his mark behind on your skin so you could remember exactly what you did when you woke up the next morning. “Look at you, taking my fingers in your tight little cunt like this. Such a good girl.”

“Uh-huh,” you could barely verbalize, whining at his words, clenching around his digits. You could barely focus on anything else except for the older man’s thick fingers stretching you out, his rings offering you a pleasure you didn’t realize you needed in your life, though Wooyoung’s warm hands on your thighs and gentle smile kept you from getting too lost in the moment.

However, San was in the same boat as you, his trapped, throbbing cock already leaking so much pre-cum that he was about to lose it, encouraging him to suggest, “Mm, but you need Daddy��s cock, don’t you?” He watched you give him a weak nod, knowing you were on the edge of orgasming from the way your body began to lock up. “I should just fuck you dumb right here for everyone to see. Have you make a big mess on this couch. It’s my club, after all. Why shouldn’t I do what I want?” He sped up the pace, practically pounding his fingers into your cunt, your arousal leaking down your shaking thighs, continuing to dispel filthy words for only you and his boytoy to hear. “Fuck, they’ll enjoy seeing a pretty thing like you fall apart on my lap, won’t they? See this cunt of yours stretch around my cock and take my cum inside. Mmm. See the way I make you mine.”

Everything was too much. The crowded room. The possibility of someone’s eyes on you. San’s filthy words. His fingers jammed inside your soaked cunt. Wooyoung’s unwavering gaze, his hands squeezing into your thighs. The unrelenting pleasure coursing through your body. You ended up cumming so hard, you saw stars, not even realizing San was silencing your pleasured cries until you felt his lips on yours and his tongue push into your open mouth. Just as San pulled away, Wooyoung took his place, tasting the alcohol on your tongue, before gently tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth.

“Should we go to your office now, Sannie?” Wooyoung asked the older man, his hooded eyes flitting between San’s and yours, neither of you even having to speak another word before you all got up from the couch.

-

“Whoa,” you murmured to yourself, looking around the expansive room, the interior matching the rest of the sleek club. Aside from the small computer desk setup in the corner, there was a large bed with satin sheets that took up a good portion of the room, but most of your attention was on the mirrors that were perfectly positioned on either side of the bed, as well as the ceiling. “Mirrors?”

“Sannie likes to watch himself,” Wooyoung giggled, rubbing the small of your back in comforting circles, leading you to the bed alongside San who sat down on the edge of it, looking up to you and Wooyoung who stood behind you, running his hands along your sides up to your shoulders, before taking hold of the zipper of your dress.

“I like to watch pretty angels like you come undone too. Watch the lust take over you until you’re covered in sweat and cum,” San mused, gazing into your eyes until Wooyoung slowly pulled the straps of your dress down, the both of them watching it fall from your body. Groaning, San began to mirror Wooyoung’s actions, unbuttoning his blazer, then pulling it off and revealing an expanse of smooth tan skin, the muscles in his arms flexing as he began to unbuckle his pants. Once San’s pants hit the floor and his thick, veiny cock sprung up, you found yourself sinking down to your knees, your mouth watering at the sight of pre-cum dribbling down the man’s reddened cockhead. “What do you want, princess? Tell me.”

“Your cock,” you requested immediately, settling your hands on his strong thighs. “In my mouth, please.”

“Ahh…?” San tilted his head to the side, his eyebrows raising up slightly.

“Daddy,” you replied swiftly, leaning in to rub your cheek against his hot, throbbing length, pouting, licking at the pre-cum that dripped onto your face. “Please.”

“Good girl. So dirty for me. Aren’t I a lucky man?” San let out a satisfied sigh, reaching down to wrap a good amount of your hair around his fist, holding it in a ponytail so that he could see your face, before sliding his cock into the hot, slick haven that was your mouth and throat. “That’s it, suck it nice and hard, princess. Show me how much you like having Daddy’s cock in your mouth.”

You reciprocated, throating his cock the best you could, choking and gagging occasionally, digging your fingers into his thighs.

“Mmm, there you go. You’re so good for me, angel. Don’t stop, okay?” San praised, closing his eyes, gripping your hair, slowly thrusting himself into your open mouth, delighted by the lewd sounds of your moans and the squelching sounds coming from your throat. Once he felt Wooyoung’s fingers slide into his hair and grip it, San looked up, watching Wooyoung lift one leg up onto the edge of the bed, the younger man’s eyes full of hunger.

Finally getting your throat to relax completely, you simply continued to take San’s cock in your throat, having to blink the remaining tears away to see San clearly — though nothing could prepare you for the sight of Wooyoung guiding San’s head downwards, his twitching cock disappearing inside San’s willing mouth.

“Fuck, it feels so hot,” Wooyoung panted, a bit of drool leaving his plump lips, thrusting deeper until he entered San’s throat, the older man’s groans vibrating onto Wooyoung’s balls each time they touched his chin. “Daddy acts so big and bad all the time, but he just loves getting cock rammed down his throat, huh?”

Wooyoung knew him so well. That’s why he was his favorite, well, aside from the angel that was taking him to heaven with only her mouth. San reached up with his free hand to massage Wooyoung’s balls, guiding his mouth along the younger man’s cock himself, sucking him off like he was made for it, like he always did.

Letting go of San’s hair to touch his own body, shuddering at all the pleasure at his disposal, Wooyoung gazed down at you, watching you obediently take San’s cock, the man’s hand still wrapped up in your hair and tugging at it. “Look at you go. You look so pretty when your mouth’s stuffed with cock, angel. You’re gonna make my Daddy cum so hard for you, huh?”

Squeezing your thighs together around your hand that was playing with your dripping cunt, you nodded your head, swearing you were about to cum just from what was happening around you, knowing San was in a similar place from the way he started to involuntarily buck his hips up into your mouth.

“Don’t swallow and save some for me, baby, okay? Don’t be stingy,” Wooyoung reminded you in a strained, breathy voice, almost falling over from the way San gripped one side of his hips, a string of obscenities falling from his lips when the man forcefully drove his throbbing cock into his hot throat, about to see god herself when San’s throat began constricting around his length like a pussy would. “Fuck, gonna cum, Sannie.”

San pulled back, a few thick strings of saliva connecting his swollen lips to Wooyoung’s dripping tip, his hand closing around the base to jerk him off. “Cum on Sannie’s face, will you? Make a big fucking mess for me.”

Wooyoung whined and panted, San’s slick hand moving quickly along his length, trying not to choke on his spit and moans, barely able to stay upright, but thankfully San had a good grip on his hips.

San looked down at you, licking the saliva from his lips, pulling out just enough so that his thick cockhead rested on your tongue. “Are you going to take this load? Hmm? Want it?”

“Yes, fuck, Daddy, please give it to me,” you begged, panting heavily, your fingers about to slip out of you from how fast you were moving them.

“Oh god, here it comes, angel,” San groaned out, squeezing around the base of Wooyoung’s cock, making him let out a broken, high-pitched whine.

Your combined pleasure came rocketing up to an intense peak, sending the three of you into a mindnumbing state of ecstasy. Thick, hot spurts of liquid came raining down on San’s face, just as his load shot out onto your tongue and down your throat, your own release soaking into the velvet carpet underneath you.

Fading out of reality during the majority of your high, your ears ringing, it took you a minute to realize that someone’s mouth was on yours, their fingers cupping your face. Opening your glossy eyes, you watched in a daze as Wooyoung took his sweet time slurping San’s cum off of your tongue.

San gripped Wooyoung’s hair and brought his head back, parting his lips and allowing Wooyoung to shovel his own cum into his mouth, swallowing it down with a low, pleased groan.

Pleased with the sin that was taking place in front of you, you took it upon yourself to drag your tongue across San’s chiseled jaw to his cheek, collecting some of Wooyoung’s release into your mouth, only to press your lips to his, letting him taste himself. Wooyoung moaned into your mouth, deepening the kiss, until San pulled you away from each other.

“Haven’t had enough, you two?” San chuckled, running a hand through his sweaty hair.

“No~ Not after that,” you giggled, rubbing your cheek against San’s palm when he caressed it.

Wooyoung wrapped his arms around you, looking at San with a sweet smile, his long eyelashes fluttering. “Can we keep her, Daddy? I promise I’ll take good care of her.”

Little wrinkles formed near San’s eyes once he smiled at you. “I suppose so.”

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[daisy-01-blog]

hiii can I request

cocky mean gojo x bimbo cute n shy reader who doesn’t curse when gojo fucks her against the desk, after a long day at work catching yn off guard

tysm

(Sure! sorry if it doesn't turn out to your liking lol. Enjoy!)

It’s getting late and you’re preparing food for your boyfriend Gojo. 

No one knows how you two even get together, you two met at a club-everyone know this. You’re forced to go to a party with your friends and he sees you-with your big tits-and you’re being shy. He flirts with you all night. 

He is very mean to you when you guys are having sex, he will slap your ass and leave you overstimulated and squirting. But you never complained since it feels good. 

As you bend over the table to prepare the food, Gojo comes home from work-he is pent up but he never stop-he has to have money for his princess-so he can pamper her with goods and buy her fucking expensive lingerie. 

Imagine his surprise when he saw her bending over her ass cutely. He grunts as he gets closer and grope her ass roughly. 

“Gojo!” you squeaked as he grunts “fucking slut, you plan on seducing me when I just got home huh?, naughty girl” he licks his lips as he gives your ass a smack. 

You whine needily “I wanna prepare your food for once” 

He cackles “oh sweetheart, didn’t I say you don’t need to lift up a finger when you’re here with me? you just need to sit prettily while I fuck you” he grunts “now take off your panties” 

You mewl as you take off your panties as he pulls up your dress. Why are you wearing a dress inside the house? How silly, how stupid. Fuck, he just wants to fuck you until his cum splurts inside you. 

He chuckles “mmm good girl” he roughly fingers your pussy “your soaking slick pussy missed me hmm?” he grunts as the squelching noises fill the room “fucking slut”

You moan, it feels too good. He is always good with his fingers and his degrading words turn you on “mmmmh Gojo” 

He grins meanly “mmm I missed your pussy” he coos as he fingers it “she always weeps wetly when I stuff it with my fingers” he slaps your pussy as you moan. 

He fingers you faster as you moan, feeling close. He smirks as he stops when you’re about to cum. 

You whine “Gojo” 

He smirks “beg for it slut” 

“Please make me cum” you whine, he slaps your pussy as you moan. 

“Your pussy is soaked baby” he whispers in your ear from behind as he slaps your pussy. You moan as slick drips down your legs. 

He wastes no time sucking and slurping your pussy, the wet noises fill the room as you moan. 

“So sweet” he whines “slut, your pussy can’t get enough of me huh?” he sucks your pussy as you shudder and splurt. 

He shudders as he licks it “good girl” he smirks as he unzips his pants, showing his huge veiny cock. 

He rams his cock inside your pussy without hesitation as you moan in pleasure. 

“Fuck, you cummed already” he grunts as he plows you, the lewd slapping noises fill the room as you moan lewdly. 

He plows you from behind “fuck…you can’t even answer me huh slut?” he smirks as he fucks you roughly and deep. You moan as you feel full from his huge cock-entering in and out your gummy walls. 

“So tight”he shudders as he slaps your ass as you moan in pleasure “your pussy is calling me” he moans as he plows your pussy. 

“Gojo” you moan loudly, your pussy feels too good as the slick drips down his cock. 

He shudders, shaking “fuck…so wet too” he grunts as he splurts his cum inside your soaking pussy. You both pant. 

“Another round?” he smirked. 

You nodded, your mind too fuzzy. 

He plows you again. 

[hellsslibrary]

MASTERLIST

»—> Twisted wonderland:

General NSFW headcanons with housewardens.

Riddle's and Epel's first time.

Riddle's general NSFW alphabet.

Trey's general NSFW alphabet.

Cater's general NSFW alphabet.

Deuce's general NSFW alphabet.

Ace's general NSFW alphabet.

Jack's general NSFW alphabet.

Ruggie's general NSFW alphabet.

Leona's general NSFW alphabet.

Azul's general NSFW alphabet.

Azul is doing some work...

Kalim, Jamil, Floyd, Malleus and Silver's first time.

Vil's, Rook's, Jade's, Azul's, Leona's, Cater's first time.

Jamil and facesitting.

Mirror sex with Vil.

(SMAU) Housewardens want to have sex with you, hehe.

Version with first years.

Version with second years.

Version with third years.

Probably other's alphabets too... When I will feel like doing that. (Coming soon)

»—> Honkai: Star Rail:

Sexual headcanons with Welt, Gepard, Dan Heng and Jing Yuan.

»—> Degrees of Lewdity.

Just general headcanons (School LI) (Other LI).

»—> Blue Lock:

Bachira, Rin and Sae with a big and muscular boyfriend.

Michael and praise.

(SMAU) "Ass or tits?" with BLLK boys.

Michael with a "please", a miracle, right?

Brat taming with Chigiri, Sae and Rin, it's pretty wild, I think.

(SMAU) Sending nudes to them or vise versa.

Hiori, Chigiri and Bachira and reader's dick. My favorite pairing.

Headcanons about Chigiri's nudes.

Pampering Reo and Isagi.

Sae and feminization.

Hiori, Rin and Sae on reader's birthday.

Mean Rinnie with gn!reader.

Jealous Ness and soft sex.

Naughty Shidou.

Omega Sendou.

»—> Obey me:

Dommy Isagi.

Homophobic Eita.

Headcanons about the demon brothers and their first heat with Alpha!Male!MC.

Brothers' yandere fan clubs: [little brothers version] or [big brothers version]

Lucifer's Valentine's Day card.

Simeon and praise sex.

Lucifer is crying.

Pillow princess Belphie.

NSFW ALPHABET with Satan.

Subby Asmodeus.

»—> Genshin Impact (don't write for it anymore):

Albedo's fic.

Mr. Lazy-ass-AKA-Alhaitham's fic.

[cherryblossompink303]

Patience:~The gradeschool host is the naughty type!~

➼ pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Reader ➼ summary: Tamaki gains an apprentice, but you are a little too knowledgeable on his true intentions ➼ what to expect: "Would he wait do you think?" "I think he would...when you have a look like that you find yourself to be incredibly...patient" ➼ warnings: none ➼ Part five | Part seven

When you enter the host club that day the last thing you expected to find was a literal child. Yet as you stepped through the doors to music room three there was one sat concerningly close to Tamaki and a guest. "What's going on?"

"Tamaki's got an apprentice" Kyoya recaps, eyes focussed on the scene unfolding. "How old is this...apprentice?" you hesitate to call the child that but struggled to find a better word. "Not old enough to be here" Haruhi points out.

Isn’t it a bit strange, making Shiro observe him up close like that?”

He hums, “There is a theory that people are considered more beautiful the closer they are viewed. Tamaki seems to live by that theory.” He says it like he has it memorized- which he probably does.

"Hmm is that why you always insist on sitting near me during club hours?" you joke, batting your eyelashes dramatically, to your surprise this seems to fluster Kyoya a little, or at least much as one can expect from him "I- Well- thats so i can get your consultation on things"

“You look more like the carp that swim in my pond at home. I’d never give false compliments like that!”

Both of your attention is drawn to Shiro, already running his little mouth.

“Carp?!” The guest cries out, an embarrassed blush flushing over her cheeks. Tamaki is quick to reach out and comfort her.

“Oh, don’t listen to him. He’s just a kid- you know how kids are- they can’t help but be honest.”

“Oh, Tamaki.” You cringe at his statement and sigh.

“Honest?!” She shrieks, turning herself away from Tamaki, shedding tears.

“But that’s just his opinion! I wouldn’t say you look like a carp, and even if you did, you’d be the most beautiful carp of them all!” Tamaki tries his hardest to console his guest, but it only results in further insulting.

“So I am a carp!?” She gasps, shrieking once more. You have half a mind to cover your ears but only wince.

Tamaki, dumbfounded, “Uh, no, that’s not what I meant.” He sweats.

“Tamaki, you’re an idiot!” An all too familiar phrase.

“No, wait! Mermaid Princess!” Tamaki reaches for her, desperate.

Blank-faced, Shiro stands beside him, “Man, what a crybaby.” He scoffs, utterly unfazed by the whole ordeal.

Tamaki peeks at him over his shoulder, his eyes narrowed, and teeth bared, growling animalistically. How could such a young child have lost him a guest already?

Hikaru snickers, “So how’s it going, boss?! That’s an adorable little apprentice you’ve got there.” He finds it hard to withhold his laughter.

“Hikaru…” Hikaru’s attention only diverges when he hears his twin’s whining voice.

“Do you wish you had a little brother like Shiro?” In a split second, invisible to the naked eye, Hikaru sweeps Kaoru up in a tender embrace, cradling him against his body.

“Don’t be silly. I could search the globe, and I’d never find a better brother than you, Kaoru.” Hikaru presses his lips to the top of Kaoru’s head.

“Hikaru.” Kaoru lets out in a breathy moan, his eyes hooded in his brother’s embrace.

Two patrons pop up over their shoulder, “Look! They’re doing it!”

“It’s forbidden, brotherly love!”

Shiro stumbles back, grips the table, “They’re homos! And they’re brothers! That makes this totally ‘insectuous’!” He grips his grade school uniform tightly with his other hand.

You appear behind him, “I think what you meant to say was incestuous.” You nod firmly.

Before he has a chance to reply, Shiro is firmly embraced by Honey.

“Hey, Shiro-chan! You wanna have a piece of cake with me? We’ve got three kinds: chocolate, strawberry, and lime.” Honey dangles from Shiro’s shoulders, roughly similar in size.

Shiro roughly shoves him off, “Hey, back off! What grade are you in, anyway?! Why are you wearing a high school uniform?” Shiro nearly shouts, irritated to no end.

A large shadow casts over them, “Something wrong, Mitsukuni?”

Shiro looks up, and, to his horror, Mori stands before them.

Honey leaps toward Mori and wraps himself around him. “That’s not fair! A little kid like you isn’t supposed to have a cool, older friend like him!”

Truthfully, both are in the same class.

Shiro backpedals a little, unintentionally bumping into your leg, wipping around to stare up at you in shock. He stares at you for a moment as if analysing you, eyes landing on your pile of notes about the host club tucked under your arm.

"Are you some sort of super fan for these weirdo's or something"

Your jaw drops, what is intended to be a laugh instead comes out as a scoff, resisiting the urge to ball up your fists at a child. Kyoya's gaze frantically darts between the two of you, nerves rising as he recalls how you felt when your position was dismissed not too long ago by renge.

You let out a shaky breath, turning to look up to Kyoya "I can't deal with him, don't make me" you plead "You deal with them everyday" he nods to the other club members. You sigh, knowing he had you cornered.

“Okay, that’s enough! I think Shiro should take care of the tea for us, don’t you?” tamaki interrupts, nervously handing a tea tray to you to give to Shiro.

"Fine, but watch out it's heavy" you conceded, leaning down a little to offer the tray to him, which for a moment he seems to accept, wrapping his hands around the handles, however as soon as you let go the tea tray falls to the floor, shattering what is easily upwards of sis figures worth of ceramic.

"It’s not my fault I dropped it. It’s your fault 'cause you’re the one who made me take it in the first place.”

You quite nearly lost it at that one, about to lunge at the kid.

Before you can make any move, Kyoya wraps his arm around your torso and tugs you back, his strength preventing you from moving. You grunt and squirm, eager to give Shiro a piece of your mind.

“That’s enough, y/n, if you're charged with assault you'll never gain citizenship and you would have to go home” his reasoning, although dramatic, is clear. You slump in his arms and let your features go blank with a deep sigh.

“I’m not here to carry tea sets- I’m here to learn how to make women happy!” Shiro’s voice has reduced to nothing but a whiny, high-pitched tone to your ears.

“You won’t get anywhere with that attitude. And I am not going to let you disrespect y/n. So!” Tamaki points his index finger in Shiro’s direction determinedly. “Put this brat in isolation!”

More than eager to comply, the twins are at his side, “You got it, boss!”

An iron cage falls from the ceiling on chains and traps Shiro where he stands. “What’s going on here?! Why’d you put me in a cage all of a sudden?!”

“Yeah, and where’d it come from? This is supposed to be a music room, right?” Haruhi questions aloud, tilting her head at the cage.

Shiro climbs onto the bars of the cage, “This is no way to treat your loyal apprentice. Now let me out of this cage!” He demands irritatedly.

“Not until you’ve learned your lesson. I made you my apprentice because I thought you were serious about becoming a host, but I guess I was wrong.” Tamaki sighs woefully, intending to draw a reaction from the grade school student.

“I am serious. Totally serious.” When Tamaki refuses to reply, unconvinced and sipping his tea, Shiro falls desperate.

“I want you to teach me how to make a woman happy!”

Still, nothing. No one is convinced. Especially not you as you sit near Kyoya on a love seat, boredly flipping the pages of a nearby book as he writes adjacent to you.

With a defeated cry, Shiro falls to his knees, gripping the bars tightly between his fists. This draws your head up to glance at him.

“I’m gonna run out of time. Please, won’t you teach me?” his tone is no longer demanding, only forlorn and pleading.

“You’re a host because you like girls. You like bringing a smile to a girl’s face- that’s why you do it, right?”

Shiro’s pleading manages to draw Tamaki’s attention, only earning a side glance.

“Please, won’t you teach me how to be like you? You’re a genius at it! You’re the king!”

You look at tamaki, knowing that all anyone has to do was say the K word to convince him.

The titles Shiro’s given to Tamaki in his desperation calls the aforementioned king to his feet. He feels a sudden urge to teach him again; God could only know why.

“Well, you may be a brat, but I admire your desire to become a host, so I’ll teach you.”

This draws no reaction from Shiro.

“You know, Shiro, you and I are so much alike.” Tamaki wraps himself in his own arms.

Haruhi appears, “You poor kid.” You snicker at that.

Shiro straightens immediately, a smile stretched across his cheeks, “Then you’ll help me become the kind of host that can make any woman happy?!” his tone is hopeful.

“Of course, making women happy is the sole purpose of being a host. If this is what you really want, Shiro, then you have to figure out how to use the material you already have.”

“What does that mean?”

At the opposite end of Shiro’s cell, Kyoya appears. Shiro stands with his back pressed to the bars in sheer terror at his appearance.

“You see, here at the Ouran Host Club, our policy is to use our individual personality traits to meet the needs of our guests. For example, there’s Tamaki, who is the princely type.” he nods over to the leader who is staring wistfully out of a window.

"the strong, silent type" he nods over to mori, who is holding up honey on his shoulders. "The boy lolita type" The twins soon slide in , attempting to steal the attention

"The little devil type" you attempt to hold back a laugh at the name, fogetting that was the label that had been given to the two of them. "And the cool type"

You once again look up to Kyoya, forgetting that he had a host type at all, he rarely ever actually saw clients. But then again he definitely fit the bill.

It makes you wonder what he would be like if he ever dropped the persona. All of the hosts had personas they played up during club hours, you knew that, but even when there were group hang outs with no clients, his never drops, maybe he relaxes a little, but theres always that wall.

It makes you wonder how much you know about him at all, what do you know about him that wasn't curated for your perception.

"It’s all about variety. And now our group is complete with the addition of Haruhi, the natural."

The complete host club stands in front of Shiro’s cell, “It would seem that right now we have a perfect blend of characteristics, so it’s going to be difficult to find a new type for Shiro.”

While you stand off in the distance behind them, watching from afar. It hasn’t been much different from this before, but when you notice it, it feels a bit difficult. You fold your hands behind you and hang your head. It’s not like this isn’t expected.

“If you go by his age, he should be the boy Lolita type.”

“But Honey-Senpai’s already got that covered.”

Tears streaking down his cheeks like a river, Honey turns to the club, “Is he gonna replace me?” he sniffles.

“Oh, come on! Is that all you’ve got?”

Your head snaps up at the unbodied voice. But when it clicks in your mind, all you can do is groan and fall clumsily onto the sofa behind you.

A powerful motor rumbles under the floor and shakes the ground. Renge rises on a platform as she does.

Renge sighs pensively, “Sorry to interrupt, gentlemen, but what’s with the lackluster character analysis? I must say, I’m quite disappointed. I thought I taught you better.” she shrugs.

You laugh to yourself looking at the two of them, he brought this on himself.

“Alright then. How would you work Shiro into our collection of characters? He can’t be the boy Lolita because Honey’s already got that covered.” Tamaki lifts a sobbing Honey by his underarms to present him to Renge.

“You just don’t get it, do you? Now listen up! There are plenty of girls out there who have a thing for younger boys or boys with baby faces. These girls would be considered shota fans. Now, shota can be a fairly broad category, so it’s important to know that the genre can be broken down into many different smaller sub-categories. For example, shota fans with an interest in Lolita boys would favor a boy like Haninozuka-Senpai.”

Kyoya’s pen moves furiously quick to record every word Renge says.

“But this little boy is different. If I had to pick a character for him… Yes! He’d be the naughty-boy type, without a doubt!” Renge’s smirk and determined gaze ought to terrify Shiro further.

“The naughty type?” He inquires curiously.

The cage rises off the ground and back into the ceiling.

“Now, to play up the naughty type, you have to wear shorts.” Renge crouches and points to Shiro’s uniform shorts, nodding, “Okay.”

She blasts her whistle again, “You’ve gotta have bumps and bruises! Give him a couple of scars!”

The twins are hunched by Shiro, covering him in bandages and marking him up with a pen.

The whistle, again.

“Run like a spoiled child! Make it reckless!” Shiro sprints on command.

“Now I want you to trip and make it big!”

Shiro’s foot catches on a taut rope with a yell, and he crashes to the ground with a loud thud, face first.

Renge bends near Shiro, her eyebrows furrowed, “Are you okay, little boy?” The character doesn’t last long; she blows once more on her whistle. “Now give them your catchphrase!”

Shiro wipes his cheek with a far-off look in his eyes, “No big deal, it was nothin’.”

Renge coos, “That was perfect! Absolutely perfect, Shiro!” She gushes.

Tamaki claps his hands together gently, “That was outstanding. I never knew you were such a great coach, Renge.”

Renge laughs haughtily.

“Oh, I never knew you were such a great coach, Renge.” Your face scrunches as you mock Tamaki, reaching for the teacup and saucer before you and taking a long sip.

Shiro stumbles to his feet, an alarmed expression crossing his features.

“Ugh, I’ve had enough of you people!” He captures everyone’s attention, including yours. You set your cup and saucer down as you observe.

Shiro practically shakes with frustration, “This is so stupid- none of this is ever gonna help me make her happy!”

You can see the panic in his eyes; you stand, head tilting, “Her?”

Shiro breaks into a run for the door.

“Shiro!” You call.

Oh. It all makes sense now, how did you not realise sooner.

“Wait, Shiro! We haven’t taught you how to apply the techniques you’ve learned yet!”

The door slams, and he’s gone. Your shoulders drop. Renge climbs back onto her platform, descending into the floor.

Much to your absolute delight.

“I swear, younger boys are good for nothing. I went to all that trouble to coach him, and he quits.”

“I can’t believe he ditched us because he didn’t like the lesson. What a selfish little brat.”

“There aren’t many people who’d enjoy that kind of lesson. But never mind that, did you hear what he said?”

You roll your eyes "You call yourself romantic experts, don't you see? didn't you hear what he said? This is about a girl!"

They stare back at you blankly, heads tilting to the side.

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“How… on earth… did we let them talk us into this?” You grumble, picking at your skirt. Haruhi crosses her arms adjacent to you.

“It’ll be okay, y/n-chan. It was so easy to sneak in, and wearing this uniform, I really look like I’m in elementary school.” Honey peeks around the corner, dressed in a grade school uniform.

You and Haruhi, respectively, are dressed in middle school girls’ uniforms. Haruhi wears a darkly colored wig, and your hair is styled neatly straight, clip-on bangs secured to your hairline on the center of your head. They nearly cover your eyebrows, two longer pieces framing your eyes. You look exponentially younger, it reminds you of when you first arrived in Japan.

“Yeah, you do. I understand why they wanted you to wear an elementary school uniform. I mean, we are sneaking into an elementary school, and you totally fit in, Senpai.”

You and Haruhi stand on the opposite side of the doorway, Haruhi leaning on your shoulders.

“What I don’t understand is why they made us dress up in middle school uniforms,” Haruhi grumbles.

"Why did we even bother with disguises? We stick out like a sore thumb!” You growl in a harsh whisper, the outfits not really doing much for your heights.

A pair of doors creak open as the remains of the host club observe the three of you.

“Oh, there’s a reason, a damn good reason,” Tamaki assures, more to himself than anything, adding to his slight delusion of having completely protective intentions.

“This way, Haru-chan and y/n-chan!” Honey exclaims cheerfully, wrapping his arm around your own, as you, in turn, wrap your arm around Haruhi’s. The three of you trail along in a chain, you and Haruhi in your miniskirts that both of you try not to pay attention to.

“Aren’t they the cutest?” the twins exclaim.

“Oh, look at her in that miniskirt. Haruhi looks like a little doll!” Tamaki sighs.

Kyoya takes a moment to glance up from his book, catching you in the uniform as well. He can feel his lips tug upward, although the darkness shields his face, and that helps a little. You look youthful and optimistic, something he hasn’t noticed from you in a long while, it reminded him of when the two of you first met.

He quickly caught that he was smiling, and he was smiling because you were seemingly happy. it was strange to him, well-it's not like he wasnts to see you miserable- but why was he getting happy that you were happy?

Maybe it was because you were his fiance and he has a level of responsibility for you, but that is strictly business, he has to remind himself that now. He could not understand. What was this feeling?

He doesn’t stay silent for long. “So basically, you just wanted to see her dressed up like that.” he accuses with a sly smirk.

“A fair reason, of course.” Kyoya nods to himself.

Honey pries open the door to a classroom, “This is it. Shiro-chan’s classroom.” He creaks it open enough to fit inside. “When I was in elementary school, this was my classroom too!” he glides between desks excitedly.

You and Haruhi enter shortly after, marveling at the size of a mere elementary school classroom.

You place a hand on an empty desk, “There’s nobody here.” you acknowledge aloud.

The club appears. “So the kid’s classroom is empty, is it?”

The twins are the first to arrive, “This sure takes me back.” They chorus, striding in casually with their hands tucked into their pockets.

“I wonder if doodles are still on my desk.”

“Doubtful, the school changes out the desks every year.” Kyoya voices from behind them.

“Let’s check out the cafeteria after this.”

“I wanna see the old gym.”

“Good idea, Kaoru!”

You roll your eyes as you realise the true reason why you were in uniform “Hey! If you’re just gonna barge in here like that, then why’d we wear these stupid disguises?” You whine.

“Don’t worry about it.” Hikaru shrugs, his brother mirroring him.“There’s no one in here to catch us.” Kaoru informs.

“That’s my point!” you deadpan.

“And besides, who wouldn’t want to see you in this adorable little uniform?” Kyoya tugs at your collar gently and playfully, kknowing that you probably hated everything about this situation.

“Of course you only compliment me when I am seething" Kyoya casts his eyes down, “I think you look fine.” He shrugs.“Ah, I can see straight through your little 'disguise’ plan, mister, I-”

Suddenly, footsteps echo in the hall outside. None of you miss it.

You grab Kyoya by his wrist and yank him down under a desk along with you. The other hosts duck in nearby desks with gasps.

What you didn't consider was that it is tight fit for even one person never mind two, resulting in you and Kyoya being closer than ever. Physically that is.

“If the teacher finds us-”

“-we’ll have a hard time explaining why we snuck in.” the twins voice their concerns.

"Shut up" you whisper yell from across the underside of the desks Kyoya smirks "mad are we-" You press a finger to his lips and give him a stern glare, “You’re not very good at being quiet.” your voice is considerably quieter than his.

His eyes move down to your finger upon his lips, and so do yours. The two of you realising what exactly you were doing with a delay. blood rushing to both of your faces.

What happened next was peculiar to you, because it was not something you could describe. Suddenly you can feel you're heart thudding against your chest, your eyes lock as you feel yours almost melt in a way. Your mouth hangs open as if something is on the tip of your tongue but at the same time you can't form any thought of a word.

You linger for a moment before you notice the footsteps receding, breaking the sort of trance that held the two of you, your finger falls from his lips and your head snaps to the door. You quickly escape from your compromising position and head for the door.

The club groans exasperatedly as you peek out to watch the teacher turning the corner with no indication of catching the lot of you.

In your normal voice, “It’s alright, he’s gone. But you guys, we came here to get the scoop on Shiro, so what do you think we should do now?” You direct them back to the task at hand as they climb from their desks.

Kyoya’s migrated to the other side of the room, where pictures are pinned to the wall along with Honey.

“Well, here’s something interesting.” he captures the club’s and your attention. You stride to stand near them, “What’d you find?”

Kyoya points to a picture of Shiro at a piano with a girl his age, looking cheerful.

A look you had only seen on him once, however you quickly realised that wasn't the only time you had seen that look today.

“Hey, that’s Shiro!” You smile, stepping closer and craning your neck upwards to get a closer look.

“So he’s in the Classical Music Club.” Kyoya acknowledges.

“He looks like he’s enjoying himself. It’s nice to see him with a smile on his face. I had no idea he could look so sweet.” You hum, finding great comfort in knowing he’s in a club that makes him happy. Or, at least with someone that evokes that feeling.

Tamaki takes a moment longer to gaze at the photo.

“Yeah.”

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You all find yourselves watching Shiro through a window in the room where the Classical Music Club congregates. He sits wistfully at a large window, far from the other children, peering out of the glass as he balances himself on the ledge.

“There he is! There’s Shiro-chan!” Honey gasps.

He looks pensive, thoughtful. Someone would say almost grumpy but the best word you could place for it was forlorn.

“Excuse me, Takaoji?” the calling of his name only earns a side glance.

“I’m sorry, but have you been practicing the new piece teacher gave us?”

“The new piece? Not really.”

“If you want, I can show it to you. Do you wanna come play it with me?”

“No thanks, you go ahead. After all, there’s only one grand piano. You should use it, Kamishiro.”

The girl stares at him a moment, a little disappointed, before shrugging it off with a smile, “Thank you! I will then! And if you want to join me, just let me know.” She hints.

As she begins to play, a soft smile stretches across Shiro’s face, and his eyes slip shut.

You and the club look on with intense curiosity. Although, Tamaki’s expression is solemn.

Just at that moment, a girl leaves the music room and is immediately approached by Tamaki.

“Pardon me, mademoiselle.” He offers her a white rose, “I’ve never seen a rose more lovely than you, my dear. Here, this is for you.” Tamaki’s ever-charming tactics prompt the girl into answering his questions.

“I was wondering if you could tell me anything about that young lady playing the piano. Do you know her?” his voice is gentle.

“That’s Hina Kamishiro.”

“Her name is Hina?” Tamaki clarifies.

“That’s right, but you better not fall in love with her.”

What a strange thing to say, especially for an elementary school girl.

Tamaki pushes further, “Why?”

“Didn’t you know? Hina has to move away soon. Her dad just got a new job in Germany, so they have to move there at the end of the week-”

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

Everyone’s attention is drawn to an enraged Shiro, practically shaking with fury.

“I want you idiots to leave immediately!” He orders.

Tamaki decides he’s had enough of Shiro’s ungrateful attitude and his mysterious motives.

With his blonde fringe covering his eyes, he lifts Shiro off the ground and hauls him over his shoulder with little effort, not even blinking an eye.

“Put me down! What are you doing?!”

Much to Shiro’s dismay, Hina peeks out from the music room to watch this embarrassing display.

The rest of the club follows in suit, “Let me go! Just put me down! Where do you think-”

“It’s time to go, guys. Quit thrashing around.” Despite the circumstances, Tamaki’s tone is relaxed and unfazed.

As the group returns to the club room, Tamaki tosses Shiro down on the nearest sofa, the room shrouded in darkness.

Shiro grunts at the impact and promptly sits up, “What is your problem you, big idiot?!”

His fringe still covering his eyes, Tamaki turns to you and gestures to Shiro. You nod.

“I’m sorry, but you’re the idiot.” Shiro instantly shuts his mouth, staring at you with wide eyes.

“You said that you wanted Tamaki to teach you how to make women happy. But that’s not what you wanted, is it?” You point an accusing finger close to his chest.

“You don’t want to make all women happy; you’re concerned with the happiness of one woman in particular. She’s the only one you care about, Hina Kamishiro.”

“But I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do to help you with that, Shiro.” you let your fingers drag across his chin before receding and allowing Tamaki to step in.

“Listen, Shiro. I know that I told you, it’s the job of a host to make women happy. But when you care for someone, you must find the courage to express what is in your heart. You have to tell her how you feel about her!”

“You didn’t come to me looking to become a full-fledged host. You want to be a full-fledged man.”

Shiro leans forward and hangs his head, placing his hands over his knees, “It doesn’t matter anymore. I’ve run out of time. I just wanted to hear her play before she left for good. That’s all.” His bratty composure has wholly fallen, giving way to his longing, loving side.

“That piece she played. It’s Mozart’s Sonata in D major for two pianos, isn’t it?” Tamaki pulls away a pale yellow curtain to reveal a grand piano in all its glory. He lifts open the lid and reveals the shining black and white slick keys like they’re brand new.

“Wait a minute, since when is there a grand piano in this room?” Haruhi drawls, confused.

“Well, this is a music room, after all-”

“So why wouldn’t it have a grand piano?” the twins ask as if it’s obvious.

“It is a music room, after all.” Kyoya sips a cup of tea, seated across from Honey and Mori.

“It is a music room.” Mori’s monotone voice is low and soothing.

“It’s always been there. We just had it covered up.” Honey shrugs as he swallows a bite of cake.

Tamaki poises his fingers over the keys and begins to flawlessly play the piece in question.

As usual, Tamaki seems to be putting no effort into his performance, his fingers gliding skillfully over the ivory keys like gentle feathers ticking the surface. It’s a learned skill.

Shiro rises from his place on the sofa to watch in awe.

“Awesome.” he exhales breathlessly. He is certainly someone who can appreciate this sort of skill.

“For the next week, you will spend your mornings, lunches, recesses, and free time after school in piano lessons with me.”

“But, why?”

“You wanted to be my apprentice, right? Besides, that young lady looked like she wanted nothing more than to play the piano with you.”

It’s like watching a creature in its natural habitat- Tamaki on the piano.

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You and the hosts stand in two lines on either side of the doorway, welcoming your guest, “Welcome, princess, we’ve been waiting.”

“I present to you, Shiro Takaoji’s piano recital.” Tamaki gives way to reveal Shiro sitting at a grand piano, an identical one just beside him with an empty, calling chair. Shiro’s face remains stoic as his gaze bores into the keys in front of him.

Hina hesitates in shock, her eyes wide and innocent as she processes her surroundings.

Tamaki pulls out the empty chair and gestures to the piano, “If you please, princess.”

She finally puts the pieces together for herself.

“Let’s play together, Hina.” Shiro flashes her a genuine smile.

“Okay!” She agrees quickly, settling down beside him, and they both begin to play.

With fond expressions, you and the host club are the perfect audience.

You and Kyoya watch from a distance, even both of your somewhat cold exteriors melting at the sight of young love blooming. "It must be difficult, moving to the other side other side of the world so young"

You hum "It is." you mutter, not entirely sure whether or not he was referring to Hina, or you. "I just pray that Hina is good at german" you whisper, silence between the two of you. Kyoya knew your struggles when you moved to Ouran well, everyone did. It wasn't that you didn't know Japanese, but knowing it and using it are two different things. It didn't need to be restated.

"At least...Even if she isn't....she'll have someone waiting for her" now this was an odd, not in the context of Shiro and Hina, that made perfect sense, but the two of you did this a lot, talking about one thing when in reality you're talking about each other.

"Would he wait do you think?"

"I think he would...when you have a look like that you find yourself to be incredibly...patient"

Next time on patience 'Jungle pool SOS!'

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don’t make a sound ⭑ rafe cameron

warnings ; car sex, fingering, rafe being rafe, dirty talk.

18+ mdni

you were both en route to a charity event, one set up by rafes parents. rafe didn't tell you much about the event, only to dress nice, and that he didn’t want to go.

“im telling you baby, your mom just wants us to make an appearance, then you can go wasted with the guys,” were your exact words to help convince your blue eyed boyfriend.

he wasn't pleased that you forced him to go, but you definitely made up for it last night. “agree yo go with me to the event tomorrow, and I'll let you do whatever you want to me tonight.”

your words led to you being tied up, having 4 orgasms and as he would call it, ‘the best night of your life’

the man was a god in every aspect, making you feel things you'd never before felt. and as promised on the way to the event he sparks a conversation,

"do you think i can make you cum before we get there?" his signature smirk plastered against his lips. you quickly shushed him, nodding your head towards the gentleman driving the limo.

"the divider is up, the guy can't hear or see anything baby i promise" he said, hand trailing up your thigh, underneath your dress trying to convince you more.

"we only have like 4 minutes though," you commented with hesitation before fully submitting to your boyfriend, his smirk having you weak in the knees.

the pads of his fingers connect with your clit, starting off with slow, circular movements. his actions caused you to roll your eyes, biting your lip in hopes you don't make too much noise.

"no panties, huh? naughty girl" he raised his eyebrows and his smirk widened.

"i know you like it that way" you replied, receiving a satisfied nod from your boyfriend

"actually princess, i prefer you naked, but i doubt you'll agree to that right now" he muttered.

rafe started kissing your neck, nibbling and sucking on your sensitive skin. he slowly rubs your clit with one finger, fastening his pace, moans nearly escaping your lips.

he suddenly stopped his movements and sunk two fingers deep inside of you, causing you to bring your hand to cover your mouth.

"cmon baby, be a good girl. you know how much I love to hear you" rafe groaned in your ear.

you adjusted and placed your lips by his ear, allowing you to moan into his ear, only loud enough for him to hear.

"fuck rafe, it feels so good," you breathlessly moaned. “i love it when you touch me, makes me feel insane" you carried on.

he let out an appreciative moan, now using his thumb on your clit whilst using his fingers the exact way you love.

“good girl taking my fingers so well for me.” he lets out a groan at the way you shiver for him.

you felt the familiar feeling in your gut, tightening around his fingers.

"rafe, im gonna..." you started, sentence being taken over by a muffled moan. rafe absolutely loved the way you clenched around him, whether it be his cock or his fingers.

“atta girl, cum for me.” kissing your neck and fastening his pace, you clench around him one last time. “good girl, staying quiet for me.” your heavy breathing the only thing that can be heard between the two of you.

"just in time" he said, kissing the side of your head whilst pulling his fingers out of you. you hissed at the sensitive feeling, opening your eyes to see you were pulling into the parking lot of the club.

you straightened your dress as best as you could, and lazily combed your fingers through your hair, wiping away any smudged make up from under your eyes where you'd clenched them shut not 2 minutes ago.

"how do I look?" you asked rafe, turning your body to face him.

"like you deserve more than my fingers" he chuckled. you playfully smacked his arm at the crude comment, only after letting out a small laugh.

"you’re disgusting" you joked.

"say that again, and I'll show you how disgusting I am in the bathroom" he said, raising his eyebrow, daring you to say it again.

“i don’t think i have to say anything, we both know we'll be in the bathroom soon enough" you smiled.

the door opened and you both got out, rafe holding onto your hand to help you.

"you ready?" you asked him

"you’re here baby, im always ready"

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first work 😭, lowkey hate it and will def be going back to edit but for nowww here it is ! also reqs are open for anyone tbhhh i get bored lol so :)

[fetishfairytales2]

Sissy School, Pt. 1 (Story)

"Aww, look at my wittle Brandi,” I cooed, grabbing her by the chin as she kneeled on the ground next to me, “all teary-eyed and whimpering. Don't be sad, my precious cupcake! Mommy has found the perfect place for you, thanks to all the amazing girlies in my online forum. They told me about this super special nursery, just for sissies like you! All their little girls go too! Daddy Conner's new promotion means I don't have to work anymore, but that doesn't mean I want you under my feet all day. So, Daddy and I decided it's time for you to go to Sissy School!"

I smiled, running my fingers across her cheek, and continued; "Today, we're going to tour your new school and you better show me your best behavior princess! You don’t want me to have to tell Daddy you were a bad girl, right?"

My poor little girl, she was trying so hard to nod and wipe away her tears while gagged with that cute pacifier. She's such a crybaby, always whimpering and sniveling. We pulled up to this seedy-looking abandoned strip mall, and almost missed it, with its tinted windows and black paint. It was right next to this wild knock off of Chip and Dales strip called 'Hunks’. I've had some wild nights there, let me tell ya! But this sissy kindergarten didn’t sound like it would be as fun for Brandi as the strip club was for me!

"Welcome to Hunks and Huggies!" I heard a bubbly voice exclaim as the door swung open. The college-aged girl smiling at us was hot. Her dark hair had the perfect beach waves, her skin was flawless, even her eyes sparkled! I just had to stare! God, some girls get it all, even her body was perfect! Her short black “Huggies and Hunks” crop top was so tight you could the outline of her nipples, and they're hard as rocks! The matching black short shorts were barely there. She was showing off her perfect ass and long, toned thighs. I might need to get this girl’s number later! If Brandi wasn’t gagged with her penis-paci I’m sure that little sissy’s tongue would be on the floor right now.

"I'm Ms. Becky!" She introduced herself with a smile, her perfect teeth flashing. "You must be Heather," she continued, giving me a quick hug, shit she even smelled amazing! "And this adorable munchkin," she leaned over and pinched Brandi's cheek, making my sissy squirm, "must be Little Miss Brandi! Why don’t you two come in, I’ll show you around!” She giggled, grabbing me by the arm and whisking us inside.

Stepping inside Hunks and Huggies was like walking into Brandi’s worst nightmare. The whole place was decked out in pastel pink and white, like a little girl’s nursery had exploded. Even the carpet was a somehow perfectly maintained pink! The walls were covered in pink and white stripes, and there was even a banner that spelled out “Welcome to Sissy School!” In building block letters! I had only seen the entrance so far and I just knew it was perfect! I could already see Brandi trembling in her diapers and sobbing behind her gag.

"This," Becky giggled, seeing my shocked expression, "is the main entrance. Our 'students' get to meet all four of us teachers here every morning!" There were more of her? Lucky Brandi! "That door over there," she pointed at a pink door with foam letters that read "Bad Girls Only," "is the detention room. Don't worry, I won't spoil the fun. Brandi will tell you all about it after her first visit!"

A terrified squeak came from my gagged little girl, who was definitely not into the whole 'detention room' situation. I giggled, loving how scared she was already. "Did you say Hunks and Huggies?" I asked, still taking in the over-the-top pink decor.

Before Becky could answer, we heard muffled cries from behind the 'Bad Girls Only' door. Brandi's trembling intensified, and I knew she was freaking out.

"Oh, don't worry about that," Becky said, her hand on Brandi's shoulder doing nothing to comfort her. "That sissy is being punished for very being naughty. But you're a good girl, right?" She looked at Brandi, who nodded frantically, too terrified to make a sound now.

Becky turned back to me with a mischievous grin. "Yes, Hunks and Huggies. The owner of Huggies Sissy School is an amazing businesswoman, she also owns the Hunks strip club next door! It provides some ahem unique benefits for us teachers." She leaned in close, her breath tickling my ear as she whispered, "And some not-so-fun benefits for the students, but we'll get to that later!"

"Let's continue the tour!” Becky giggled, taking my hand and leading me with excitement. Brandi was struggling to keep up, crawling pitifully on the fluffy carpet, her pigtails bouncing. "This is the playroom!" She announced with a bright smile. "I know you'll just adore it!"

As we stepped into the "playroom," I was in for a major surprise! No jungle gyms or swing sets here, but there were definitely some fun toys to play with. The room was so perfect! Of course it was painted in the same soft pink and white as the entrance hall, and had the same fuzzy pink carpet. But there were so many fun toys, it was going to make my little diapered cuck miserable! If my little Brandi didn't enjoy her nursery at home, she would absolutely hate playtime in this place.

"Our lucky little girls spend at least two hours a day in the playroom for recess," Becky giggled from the doorway, reading my mind. "As you can see...", she said nodding across the room.

In the corner of the playroom, there was this giant pink bouncer, the sort of thing every sissy nursery needs! And inside, struggling like a sad little bitch, was this naked sissy, covered in sweat and crying her eyes out. Her hair was a total matted mess, and her makeup was running down her face. The little bitch was such a hot mess! "Oh my god!" I laughed, "look at that cutie pie!" I pointed at the poor thing, all tied up and helpless. "She's just so adorable!" The bouncer bounced up and down, making her tiny chastity cage wobble back and forth. And she had the cutest clamps on her budding little sissy boobs that were little bells! They jingling with every bounce. So. Freaking. Cute! 

"Aww, why the long face, sweetie?" I cooed to the sobbing, gagged sissy, not really expecting an answer. “I’ve seen that look before, does she have a little botty-friend in?" I winked at Becky, who just shrugged and giggled. 

"Yup, this lil' sissy is gonna pop her cherry soon! Her mommy's new man is packing, so we're giving her the full prep treatment!" I glanced at Brandi, who was trying to disappear into the floor, probably thinking about the massive plug she had at home. Of course, this meant I would be buying her an even bigger one for school, but that could be a surprise for later!

Becky strutted across the room; “and this,” she said, flashing a cute smile, “is our toy box!” I watched excitedly as she lifted the lid of the most adorable toy box ever. It's pink and white, and even had a heart painted on the front! "Every princess needs her toys, don't ya think?" She asked, watching as Brandi's eyes nearly popped out of her head. “What do you think Brandi?”

Inside the box was a collection that would make any dom proud and sissy blush: so many different size paddles, some were leather, some were painted with girly designs, one even had “sissy” carved into it. I’m sure that would leave a mark! There were floggers and whips that promised a sting, and even the largest assortment of dildos I had even seen! “Don’t be jealous Princess Pampers,” I giggled at Brandi; “but I think they might have even more toys than you do!” I couldn’t help but hold some of the larger ones up just to show my sissy. There were a lot! There were so many colors, some were ribbed or had a point, others were realistic; they had veins! “I think you’ll have so much fun with these, Brandi!” I laughed, as she whimpered.

Becky flashed me a knowing smile before leaning over to speak to her future ‘student’. "Don't worry, Brandi,” she purred, “you'll be playing with these toys real soon." She points out a white rocking horse next to us, painted white with pink trim. It would have been perfectly innocent if not for the massive ribbed didlo in the saddle! "That one's gonna be a wild ride, girl!." She giggled, I could see Brandi's bottom lip quivering, the poor thing. "And check out that X-frame, it's just dyin' to have you." We all looked at the intimidating restraint, also pink of course!. "But first, let's go see my favorite part."

In the center of the room was an adorable yet cruel looking “crib”, if you could call it that. It was certainly a fucked up twist on a one anyway. It was painted pale pink and white to match the rest of the room, down to its pink sheets and blankets. But unlike any other crib I had ever seen, except the one Conner built for Brandi of course, it had a top on it like a cage! Inside, the crib were two, I had to assume, absolutely miserable sissies. Their faces were wrapped in diapers, and they were handcuffed on top of each other, struggling in a cute little 69..

"So, these brats were bugging Ms. Staci for diaper changes,” she explained with a smile. “We don't do changes here often, ya know? So, I guess Staci decided if they wanted out of their diapees so badly, they could wear them somewhere else instead! Of course, I'm not sure if it's their own messy diapees or someone else's, but it's fun, for us, either way!" She looked down sweetly as the trapped pair. "This crib is my favorite! Did ya know it can fit three sissies stacked on top of each other at once? It's way more fun when there's more crying and begging. You know, sharing is caring, right?"

“They’re wearing each other’s,” Another absolute bombshell, college aged girl said, standing in the doorway. She had the most striking features, long legs, and blonde hair. She was also dressed to kill in the same revealing outfit as Becky—short shorts that showcase her perfect ass, and a low-cut crop top with the "Huggies and Hunks" logo, leaving little to the imagination. I could see everything through the fabric of her shirt, which I’m certain Brandi would notice too! She added, absolutely full of disdain; "they're wearing each other's diapers. They'll keep 'em on until they clean 'em or fill their new ones. I’m Ms. Staci,” she smiled at me and then sneered at the sissy next to me; “who’s the new loser?

I introduce my pathetic ex, "This loser here is Brandi." Staci gave Brandi a once-over, clearly not impressed. I mean, who would be? Noticing their matching outfits, I ask, "do you girls always dress like this?" 

Becky shrugs, "Most days, but on 'Fun Friday,' we break out the sexy lingerie. Gotta give the sissies something to drool over, especially when they've been denied for weeks." I can't help but smirk, imagining Brandi's misery knowing she’ll be tormented by these hotties. It’s been months since her last sissygasm and won’t be getting to make cummies anytime soon either!

Becky claps her hands together excitedly; "Staci and I can give you the rest of the tour together and fill you in on our very strict rules." As we leave the room, she snickers; "you’ll see our girls in their uniforms soon enough. Every student is required to wear one!" On our way across the entrance hall toward a room labeled “Moviez 4 Sissiez”, Becky begins to run through a list of school rules. “All girls must be in uniform at all times, obviously. Dententions for being out of uniform are very harsh, also obviously. The girls must come to school each day with their supplies, which may change depending on the lesson, uhh…oh!” 

Becky turned to speak to Brandi directly, "Oh, and little one, you'll be on an exclusive 'cum-only' diet here!" The look on Brandi's face was priceless. I almost felt bad for her! She already eats a lot of cum at home, but at least I still gave her table scraps...for now. She winks at me, assuring; "we just ask mommies to save condoms from their real men. We've got plenty extra though, don't worry." Then, leaning in close to Brandi, she smiled; "you’ll never go hungry, princess. We'll keep you nice and full."

The theater room was honestly kind of gross. Staci confessed as we walked into the small room; "this used to be a viewing booth in an adult bookstore when this whole place was a strip mall. We kept it nasty as a fun little tribute." I spot shelves filled with gay porn and femdom DVDs with titles that I’m sure made Brandi squirm. "Sissy's BBC Training" and "Mommy's Strap-On Slave." Magazines like “Rockhard” were stacked on shelves, and in the center of the room was another surprise for both Brandi and I.

A sissy, tied up tight, laid diapered wearing a pink frilly dress with a matching diaper cover. Of course, she had the most adorable paci strapped in her mouth. Another young beauty, a dominant sounding babe with red hair, was standing behind her. This new teacher was holding the sissy’s head in front of the screen with one hand and holding a vibrating wand to her diapered crotch with the other. “Don’t you dare look away you fucking loser!” She was laughing each time her diapered prisoner tried to turn her head away or close her eyes. “Ooh!” The ginger bombshell giggled, quite literally prying the poor, helpless loser’s eyes open, forcing her attention back to the recording; “this is my favorite part!”

On the screen, is the most perfectly round ass I had ever seen. I was jealous and turned on! Oh gawd, It's tight and firm, totally spankable. It making my mouth water, I couldn’t imagine what it was doing to the poor thing having to watch, or even Brandi! "Hey there, sissy," a sexy voice cooed from the recording. "You always loved my ass, huh? When you were my big stwong husband, you used to love watching this ass bounce on your cock didn’t you? Now that you’re a wittle sissy, I guess you’ll just have to watch it bounce on someone else’s…” The owner of that incredible ass turned and winked at the camera; a 30-something with the deepest blue eyes and her blonde hair in a high ponytail. I think she was about to put on a show.

“Sometimes,” Staci whispered, clearly enjoying herself, “a mommy will send us their ‘home movies’ to share with the class or just to torment their cucks. This one's getting a private show." With a giggle, the woman on screen bent over, revealing a sexy, heart-shaped tattoo on her lower back, just above her perfectly toned butt. She crawls onto the bed, her long, toned legs on full display and beckons off camera with a playful finger and a moan. In the corner, I could just make out a very well-built black guy. Wow, the only thing bigger than his muscles was his dick! This girl was very lucky! He had his massive black cock in his hand and stroked it slowly. The blonde teased him, wiggling her ass. I could hear the gagged sissy in the center of the room whimpering and crying. 

"You ready big boy?" she teased, looking back at the camera with a wicked smile while talking to the bull. "Come and get it, baby. You own this pretty white ass now..." This really got the waterworks going from the helpless cuck watching, the redhead doubled her efforts and held firm, forcing her charge to watch as the scene heated up. The hunk didn’t need any further instructions, stepping behind her and the whole room watched as the blonde’s eyes went wide and she moaned. “Ooooh, fuck! Ooh! Jesus baby, y…you’re big!”

“Let’s leave her to enjoy the show,” Becky smiled, closing the theater door, “and let’s go see the classroom. Hmm?” She asked, smiling down at Brandi. The poor thing turned pale and tried to protest, but I grabbed her pigtails, giving them a rough tug, pulling her behind me. She cried softly as we followed Ms. Becky's click-clack heels down the hall. "Almost there, loser," Staci giggled, stopping in front of the door to speak to Brandi. "This is, like, my favorite part! We show you all the awful shit we’re going to do to you and you can’t even stop it! You're gonna hate it, I promise!" I could see Brandi's knees shaking. Poor, dumb little thing.

Ms. Becky dramatically flung open the door with a smile and pushed Brandi inside. "Welcome to class, Brandi," she giggled. "You’re gonna have so much fun!" The room was the most fucked up thing I had seen so far, and I mean that in the best possible way. Everything, and I mean everything, was pink! The walls, the carpets, even the damn windows. 

"Oh, Brandi, look at that! They really went all out with the color scheme," I mocked as she sobbed at my knees. "But just wait till you see the lessons they have planned for you, my little sissy baby." I giggled, noticing the pink chalkboards and the lessons written on them. "Cock Sucking 101, hmm?” I teased, reading the board off to her; “oh, I just know you’ll get an A+ in that! You’re a great little cocksucker! We all laughed watching Brandi crumble to the floor, sobbing like the pathetic little girl she is.

"Aww, does my wittle sissy need a time-out already?" I teased, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her up. "But we just got here! Oh my, look at these!” I could hear Brandi groan and whimper as I dragged her towards the center of the room; “aren’t these just the cutest little desks and chairs! How adorable!" I giggled, pointing at the ribbed dildos attached to each chair. “You’ll definitely be sitting pretty, won’tcha Princess Pampers?” Brandi’s eyes went wide, she turned pale, and of course she instantly crumbled back to the floor. I just let her be. After all, she had plenty of time to enjoy her new school! The cutest touch was the name tags on the desks. Pink of course, written out in girly handwriting, the “I’s” all dotted with little hearts, so precious! Of course, the names were my favorite; I could see “Sissy Slut,” “Jizz Breath,” and “Cumbucket”! I hope Brandi got such a cute nickname!

The walls were just as extra as the rest of the classroom. There were huge posters of hunky half naked men covered with lipstick marks, pictures of gorgeous women naked but pixelated of course, and a cute full length mirror with the phrase, "who's the queerest of them all?" written in hot pink lipstick in the corner, Becky stood to the side, clearly proud of her workplace! "This," she giggled, "is where the magic happens. Where we transform whiny boys into obedient baby bitches! As you can see…”

"Check out these two cuties!" I exclaimed in giggles, noticing what Becky was pointing to. I pulled Brandi up and pointed at the two sissies kneeling in the center of the room, surrounded by the pink desks. They were dressed to impress in the cutest little schoolgirl outfits. Their plaid skirts were way too short, showing off their pink Huggies pull-ups, their eyes were were covered with pink blindfolds, their hands trapped behind them with pink cuffs, and their pigtails were held by matching pink bows! And I absolutely loved their crop tops with "sissy slut" in glitter across their chests, of course.

"Oh, Brandi, honeybun, aren't they just adorable? I can't wait to see you all dressed up just like them!" I mocked, knowing how much he hated this. "Don't you just love their fashion sense? I bet you're dying to join their little sissy club, aren't you?" I teased, as Brandi's sobs turned into desperate whimpers.

Staci knelt next to Brandi and wiped away the sobbing little sissy’s tears. I think she was having almost as humiliating Brandi as I do! I knew I was going to like her! "These are your Sucky Exams, princess,” I could barely hear her whispering over Brandi’s sniffling; “you’ll take them every week! The goal is to be the first little girl to make your man cum. If you're a good girl and pass, you get a fresh diapee! But if you fail, well...let's just say you'll find out in the detention room!"

“Sucky exams…?” I asked, before the classroom door opened again. I was in awe as two tall, chiseled hunks, with arms the size of Brandi's thighs and cocky smiles walked in. Oh, they were hot! I think Brandi was so scared she may have pissed herself just seeing these two! “Oh,” I giggled, almost to myself, “sucky exams!” These two wasted no time, each one grabbing a sissy by her pigtails and pulling her towards their bulging package. Brandi's eyes widened watching as these two little sissy sluts were about to be used for their intended purpose.

The sissies, now reduced to a trembling mess, opened their mouths defeatedly and allowed their throats to be invaded. “Look at them go,” Staci giggled over Brandi’s shoulder, watching the helpless sissy being throatfucked deep and hard. I could barely hear her over sounds in the room. “Look at the eye contact,” Staci giggled wickedly, “and listen to all that moaning, they’re such good little sluts!” 

“You lucky little girl, getting to watch,”  Becky had leaned over Brandi’s other shoulder now; “look at them, even through all the tears, being the best little sissy pornstars they can be! Ya know, with Hunks right next door, there’s, like, an endless amount of dicks you’re going to suck, every day!” Even over sissies’ muffled moans and the wet, slurping noises, I’m sure Brandi could hear each word; “we hope you’re excited for your first day of school!”

[trevengersprincess]

23:50 𝓅.𝓂.

a/n: its been a minute and I apologize for that. hopefully this makes up for some lost time

Bonten!Sanzu and exhibitionism. I haven't been able to get it out of my mind lately. Sanzu lives exhibitionism so much. He's just a freak that way. It's the way you crumble in his lap as you are sat in the VIP section of one of Bonten's many clubs. Your face is red from embarrassment or maybe arousal. But he knows you love it, such little whore for him. How does he know you like it and aren't embarrassed? By the way you clench around him. God, it's heavenly for him and making him feral. He just wants to press you against the table in front of him, pound your pretty little pussy until all you can remember is his name. Wants to show off how much you break on his cock and only he can make you this way. But he keeps calm. He watches as you move your hips, trying to get some sort of friction. You're whining and whimpering shamelessly, like you aren't trying to hide it, at least not anymore. The Bonten executives sat around you two know what you're doing but aren't fazed. They can see the way your eyes are half lidded and tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. But why? Because you can't hit those spots you desperately want to be hit because only Sanzu can hit them. And who is he to deny his pretty girl when she's all desperate and finally decided that she had suffered enough.

"Need help princess? Need me to fuck you here in front of everyone? Want them all to see how much of a mess you are when I'm balls deep inside you? Such a naughty girl."

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[tojirights]

prompt: "can you feel what you're doing to me?" + "i really dont care. you look hot and im trying not to fuck you senseless right now."

tags: nsfw 18+, public sex

you were supposed to be working, scouting the area after multiple calls of suspicious activity. unfortunately for you, your first target was to scope out a local nightclub. it wasnt your scene, the music was obnoxious and people were too close to you. this was where gojo came in handy. no one dared to bother you with him at your hip. and he always had a way of distracting you from your job, strong hands gripping you at the hip as you swayed to the music. "see anything?" your eyes scan the busy scene, pressing against his chest so you can hear him better.

his breath is hot on your ear as he speaks, causing a chill to run up your spine. "mm, i really don't care..." he pulls your body flush against him. "can you feel what you're doing to me?" he asks, grinding into your ass and yes, you are now entirely too aware of his cock hard against you. "gojo-" you start, slightly annoyed that he can't stay professional for just one night. "ooh c'mon baby, drop the formality. you look hot and i’m trying really hard to not think about fucking you senseless." his voice drops low as he finishes his sentence, words hitting you low in your gut.

its nothing new, hooking up with gojo, but you at least try to keep some dignity about it. though, your core aches at the thought of him pulling you away right now. there was no real privacy, but gojo obviously didn’t care about that right now, his hands hiking your dress up just under the swell of your ass. "i could slip my cock right in, couldn't i?" he teases, pushing you so you lean forward, your ass so close yet too far. "you always get so wet just from a little teasing."

you'd love to tell gojo to fuck off, but there's another part of your body in control at the moment. with a groan, you reach behind you for his hand and tug him through the crowded club. finally reaching the bathroom, you kick the door shut behind you just in time for gojo to push you up against it. "ooh, such a naughty girl." he says, condescension in his voice.

"shut it." you grumble, tugging him by the collar of his shirt so he kisses you. gojo chuckles against your lips. "mmh, i love when you give into me." he mutters, making you hold in a moan.

its desperate, sloppy even, as you both scramble to get undressed enough to fuck in this dirty bathroom. you try not to think about how many other people have done this exact thing against this door. you can't quite think of anything else as gojo's cock slides between your walls, making you completely forget the situation you were in. “there’s my good girl.” he moans, hooking your leg around his waist. “i knew you’d be wet for me.” he smirks when you shoot him a meaningless glare. “you’re such an ass.” you groan, but the tilt of your hips lets gojo’s cock hit deep within you. you struggle to stay mad. 

"but am i wrong? stop kidding yourself, princess." he chuckles as you're forced to suppress a desperate whine when you feel his cock kiss your cervix. you know all too well that gojo will keep running his mouth if you don't keep it busy, so you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull him to your lips. and the way you feel his lips curve into a smile against yours could probably make you cum by itself. he's far too appealing for his own good.

"so good baby-" he breathes against your skin, making you moan, every nerve in your body shuddering. you're about to sneak a hand down to rub your clit when you hear gojo's phone start to ring in his pocket. with a groan, he reaches for the call and to your surprise, answers it. "keep playin' with yourself, sexy. quietly." he whispers before putting the phone to his ear. his cock keeps pumping into you, too shallow to make you cum even with your skilled fingers rubbing yourself and it's frustrating.

you can hear nanami's voice on the other line. gojo nods and hums along like he's not balls deep in your cunt, your arousal dripping down his length. "mhm, yeah well I'm kinda in the middle of someone - something." he clears his throat and you normally would've giggled but you're too embarrassed. "gojo don't you dare-"

click.

gojo all but tosses the phone to the ground in favor of gripping your ass, fucking your pussy in earnest now. "sorry princess, gotta hurry this up before the big boss man comes looking." he grunts, taking in the way you squeeze around him. "fuck satoru, you're so-" you gasp out, about to insult him and call him an asshole but his lips find your neck and all your thoughts melt into pleasure. his teeth sink into your flesh while his tongue soothes the irritated skin.

your senses heighten, breathing quickening as your orgasm approaches. it only takes one more hard thrust before you're seeing stars, your release pulling a high pitched whine as you clench around him. "yes, baby yes. milk my cum out." gojo gets louder, a telltale sign he's close. without thinking, you grab him by the hair and kiss him, muffling both of your moans. he ruts up into your sweet cunt one last time before you feel him pulse. he groans into your mouth, pumping every last drop deep within you before he slowly lowers your legs.

he pulls your panties back into their proper spot and lets himself look as a wet spot starts to form on the fabric from where his cum is dripping out. he lets out an almost dreamy sigh at the sight. "so you're coming home with me after this mission right?" he wiggles his eyebrows, making you roll your eyes.

but yes. you would find yourself in his bed later tonight as well.

[bloodlineslut]

Hi can you do a Roman reigns text scene where oc gets home late from the club and Roman is up waiting and she’s in a provocative outfit 🩷

Up Waiting | Roman Reigns

Pairings: Roman Reigns x black! reader

Warnings: fluff, Roman taking care of slightly drunk girlfriend

Summary: You stayed out a bit past the time you told Roman you would be home, so he texts you, and when you get home, he takes care of you and notices the sexy outfit you wore to the club.

Word Count: 637

A/N: thank you to whoever requested this, it was a cute little idea!!

You had sobered up a little by the time the Uber Black Escalade had come to a stop in front of you and Roman’s house.

You fumbled in the dark car’s backseat, searching for your purse and giggling. “Girl, you are such a lightweight! One drinkkkk, mm mm mm.” Your girl friends, Naomi and Cameron were laughing and giggling too.

“Yea yea, shut up alcoholics,” You tease them back.

Naomi saw one of the lights in the living room turn on through the curtains. “Ooh girl Roman is up, you better get yo’ ass in there!” She opens the car door for you.

“Girl he ain’t my dad!” You look back over your shoulder with an eyebrow raised, trying to be stern, but all three of you ended up laughing again. This Uber driver is probably never going to pick ya’ll up again.

“He might as well be, you call him Daddy!” Ariane chimes in as she twerks in the car seat, knowing that you told them a long time ago that Roman likes when you twerk on him.

Your hands cover your mouth as you playfully scream and finally step out of the SUV. “Girl bye!! Love you guys!” You blow them kisses and they do the same to you.

As you walk up the driveway in your black pumps, you were still on cloud nine thinking of the night you had with your girls. It was always a good time with them.

Before you could even put your key in the door, it swung open and there stood your man in nothing but some grey sweatpants and his glasses.

“Baby, get in here.” His hand grabbed yours, closing and locking the front door, and leading you into the kitchen.

“Sit down.” He points to one of the barstools at the counter and you obediently oblige.

You couldn’t help but look at him fixing you a nice cold glass of water before pouring some electrolyte powder in it and swirling it around.

“Drink this. All of it, princess. You know I was worried about y-” His words cut off as he actually got a look at your outfit you wore tonight.

It was an all red one-piece short set with long sleeves that had fur on the wrists, but your ass was swallowing the shorts. At least you had on tights…

“Baby stand up real quick.” You stand up after taking a long sip of the water-electrolyte combination.

Still having a little liquid courage in your system, you slowly turn around, giving him a full 360 of everything. “Isn’t this so cute?” You say, looking down at how the ensemble hugged your curves in all the right places.

“If I had known this is what you wore, I would’ve got home a little earlier…” His large hands trailed from your waist to grab two handfuls of your plump cheeks.

“Ooh! Sir, I don’t know you like that.” You play coy, teasing him, getting him riled up. Your hands were now on his naked, firm chest.

Roman’s bottom lip was captured by his teeth as he looked down at you with nothing but hunger.

He suddenly bent down, wrapping his strong and chiseled arms around your thighs to raise you up over his shoulder, your ass now in the air.

“Damn babe!” You yelp out, seeing nothing but his back and his ass that you liked to grab every now and then, so you let your intrusive thoughts win.

You felt him clench slightly. “Aye, watch out babygirl.” He warns before landing a soft but dominating slap on your ass.

“I gotta put your ass to bed..” He sighs out, slowly shaking his head and walking to your shared master bedroom, knowing he would probably melt at your naughty advances if you even attempt to tonight.

The end.

[luversgirl]

MY OBX REC LIST, part five

( ☾ = angst, ☆ = head-canon, ❀ = fluff, ✧ = smut )

rafe cameron

— five minutes ✧ ( i- )

— need you ☾ ❀

— promises ✧ ( omfg 💀 )

— dating rafe cameron should include ☆ ❀

— silent love ( literally such a amazing series )

— don’t make a sound ✧

— the pogue and the kook ☾ ❀

— best friends little sister ✧

— midsummer’s ❀ ( this is disgusting GIVE IT TO ME NOW )

— frenemies ☾ ✧

— new light blurb: next to you ❀ ( this is so cuteeeee )

— love is a dangerous game ☾ ✧ ( THE ANGST OMFG )

— forbidden ( series )

— good luck charm ❀ ( awwww )

— naughty ✧ ( i want y/n the fawk me wtf )

— hard to love you ☾

— limousine ✧ ( the driver 👁👄👁 )

— and yet…❀

— love at sea ☾ ❀

— can’t sleep ❀

— glory and gore ✧ ( poor jj lmaooooo )

— ambivalence blurb: phases ☾ ❀ ( give me this in life rn )

— unexpected valentine ❀ ( SO MF CUTE )

— night swim ✧

— protecter ☾ ❀ (top tier work, like literally weekly reread)

jj maybank

— i will leave ☾ ( THIS!!! part 2, part 3… etc )

— strawberry ❀ ( living for this )

— scary love ☾ ❀

— mine ❀

— promise ☾ ( oh my fawking god )

— take it slow ✧

— messed up ☾ ❀

— pretty girl ❀ ☾

— for me ❀ ☾ ( someone gimme a jj rn )

— princess ❀

— sweet and salty ✧

— jumped ❀ ☾

— wrestle ✧ ☾ ( oh my lordddddddd )

— nightmares ❀ ☾

— can’t kill a pogue ☾

— underdressed ✧

— i got you ☾

— meet me at our spot ❀ ☾ ( absolutely love this )

— enough for you ☾ ( sobbing )

sarah cameron

— exposed ✧

— lifeguard ☾ ❀ ( why not meeeeeee )

— call rafe ❀

— watermelon sugar ✧ ❀

— welcome home ❀

— kook princess ✧ ( lawd, part two, LAWD )

— the little things ❀

— don’t make me over ❀

pope heyward

— rose water and bubbles ✧

— this ❀ ( idk the name but i LUV IT )

— charm bracelets ❀

— full kook ☾ ❀

— noisy neighbours ❀ ( GIVE ME THIS IN LIFE RN )

— stick shift ❀

— tutor ❀ ☾ ( this is so cuteeeeeee )

barry

— art of seduction ✧

— issues ( ik this is a rafe fic but my blueberry is there so here )

— watch you’re mouth country club ☾ ❀

— softie ❀ ( awwwwww )

— responsibility ❀

john b

— let it snow ❀

— truth or dare ✧

— sticky notes ❀ ( jarah )

— i love you ❀ ( awwww )

— you and me against the world ❀

— always ☾ ❀

— knuckle kiss ❀

— 3 am ❀ ( I CANT ITS SO 😩 )

— pogue bonfire ☾ ❀ ( why not me god? )

— lazy river ❀

— i love you ❀

kiara carrera

— fuck up the friendship ✧ ( it’s kiesarah but it’s so good )

— take care of my girl ❀

— this omfg ✧ ( the title is long for here lol )

— nsfw alphabet ✧

— facades ✧ ( LAWD )

— enough ☾ ❀

— this concept ✧ ( l- l- lord )

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Duck au.

When Grumpy had her day out, she went to a cage that sold alcoholic drinks to ducks. She wants more, but she has to start sneaking out. Thankfully, Lucifer bought her a ninja costume that she wears to escape.

Grumpy (Adam): Alright and right, throw the window we go.

She glides down a little bit clumsy, but she's on the ground.

Grumpy (Adam): Alright, now to the club. Just gotta get past this weird gnome with the one glowing red eye. Wait a minute, that's a camera!

Adam: Shit! *Gets picked up*

Lucifer: Where do you think you're going you naughty girl? You're not for the streets my princess let's go back inside.

Adam: Damn.

[diaphobic]

(WIP)Diabolik Lovers: College AU

It’s been a while since I’ve posted any headcanon type stuff on this blog! But I wanted to post about a college au, it’s the one I typically write in and how I perceive the characters. Since the diaboys are really old, and the stuff that happens in the series is kinda (ehh), I aged them up a few years and added a night college.

There’s only a few big differences;

Students range from 18+, the uniform is slightly different, the school has dorms available, and no Yui ): she’s a human minor (set the girl free) but there are two MC’s (male and female) to play as.

Ryoutei University

A night school for the rich, working, and inhuman. The school is partnered with the Demon World’s top university. Though the existence of demons attending the school is not publicly know, the faction of the church that supervises the school knows. The school was made a sort of co-Ed (in terms of species) after a war took place in the human world, and they wanted to come to an agreement.

The school has one main building with additional buildings around the campus that hold events for sports, music, and other social gatherings.

There are dorms on the campus divided between male and female students. The female students are on the east side of the campus, and the male students are on the west. They are not allowed to cross between dorms. There’s a student led security team that surveys the dorms every day.

The schools budget is seemingly endless, they have just about everything in this school: pools, tracks, courts, a church, and other recreational activities for the full time students to enjoy.

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Basic Timetable of the schools schedule:

Classes begin: 8pm

Classes end: 3am

After school activities offered from 3:30am to 7am.

Classes are an hour and a half long. Depending on the student, they may have lunch starting from 11pm to 1am.

Cafeteria serves food until 2am

A typical meal consists of: rice, meat, miso soup, and a chosen desert.

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Diaboys Grades!

This is based off of a four year graduation system.

Sakamaki Family:

Subaru: freshman

Triplets: sophomore

Reiji: Junior (completing graduate classes)

Shu: Junior (he doesn’t have enough credits to be one, though…)

Mukami Family

Azusa: Sophomore

Yuma: Sophomore

Kou: Freshman (he was held back a year due to his work….)

Ruki: Junior (he hasn’t been at this school as long as Reiji, so he has about ten less credits than Reiji.)

Tsukinami Family

Shin: Sophomore

Carla: Senior (he couldn’t lie about the copious amounts of school credits he had collected)

MC: Freshman! MC came to this school recently and (if they had any) didn’t have their school record transferred to this school, so they have to start over regardless.

Because this is college, depending on the MC’s skill level in different courses they have a chance to take classes with all of the boys!

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School Events

There are school events that the students can join! Monthly events sponsored by the school to places like the “Princess land amusement park” at night.

Sports festivals happen often as the students are encouraged to exercise and maintain school spirit.

Art exhibits hosted by the art department happen often, usually when the students are having their exams to showcase their work this semester.

There’s a swim, basketball, football, and tennis team along with various indoor club activities. In short, almost everyone can join a club activity they’d want to. (Laito tried out the photography club, but was promptly banned after he took naughty photos…)

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Tuition??

The school is EXPENSIVE!! All of the students tuition is double the price of a community university (not counting dorms)! Karlheinz is emptying his wallet for his kids…

[asumofmylife]

the gamer bf <3

no warning. keeping it clean. well, warning just in case it gets naughty

Started writing on March 8, 2025

Characters: Wayne (30) x Nova (26)

- Dude's Pov -

"Baby, show me your face."

The complain is made as I try to multitask; it's hard to juggle the game I'm playing and the facetime call with my beauty, especially when I have to look at the screen to win the game. I pause to glance at my phone on its stand, waiting for my girlfriend to finally show her face but it never appears.

"Babe, are you good over there?" I can hear her soft snores. I shake my head while smirking. I know exactly what will wake her up. I press the end call button and wait for her to call back. Not even a few seconds passes by, I'm receiving a call from her. "Hi sleeping beauty." I laugh softly as she shows her tired frown. "Why are you frowning, baby?"

"Why you hanging up? What did I do to deserve such hate?!" Her latina side is showing with the dramatic acting which has me laughing. sends me a tired smiles. "Don't you work tomorrow? Why are you still awake?"

"I'm trying to finish up this game before I start the next one. You can go back to sleep if you want." I laugh again because she's frowning at me. "Stop frowning and please don't lecture me on needing sleep. It'll turn me on."

She hums, a smirk appearing on her face. "Will it?"

"Yes, princess. Are you planning on it?"

"Maybe..."

I watch her move on the bed. She leaves her phone on the stand I had bought her and walks over to her closet. She strips down to her panties. She then shuffles through her closet.

"Hey daddy."

My dick twitches to the sound of her voice calling me 'daddy'.

She comes close to the phone, moving it somewhere with more angle and view of her whole body. She wiggles her ass for me then turns to show me the small looking black dress in her hand.

I clear my throat, shifting my chair as I feel my rise. "Princess, where do you think you are going?"

"To the club, where else?!" She giggles.

I try to hide my sexual frustration and possessiveness by clearing my throat again. "Who are you going to the club with and why at this time? I thought you were tired, ready to go to bed."

"Yeah, but since you are going to play video games, I guess I could go to the club." She slides off her panties, I can see the cum dripping to her panties. She then slides on the tight ass dress and spins for me. "How do I look, baby?"

"Where are you going with no panties?!" I say a bit too aggressive.

I lean forward as I slide my hand down my pants as she bends over to get her shoes in the closet. I stroke my dick to the site of her gleaming pussy. My anger is rising with the desire of fucking her until her legs are numb. I remove my hand from my pants and sit back against the chair as she comes back to the phone.

"Bebe, are you okay? Estás rojo. You are flushed."

I clear my throat when she notices. "Have fun at the club. I love you."

I hang up the call before she could question my red face. I run my hands down my face to calm myself down. I even resume the game in front me but no matter what I do, I can't focus on this game. My body is craving her warmth...tonight's going to be a long night.

Thank goodness, it's Friday.

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I walk back to my room with a bottle of water. I had to take a small break from the video game. I take the moment to check my phone as I take a seat at my chair.

It's been an hour since I had last spoken with Nova. That girl is going to be the death of me. I dail her number though because I'm worried.

"The person you are trying to call is not available. Please leave a message after the be-"

Now I'm more worried. I try calling again but this time it goes straight to voicemail. I can't help but sigh loudly and throw my phone on my desk.

A knock on the front door pulls my mind from the thoughts of the beauty.

I get up to go open the door. To my surprise, it's my beauty in baggy clothes and a big smile on her face.

"What are you doing here?"

"Can I come in?" She asks, holding tight to her dufflebag.

I move out of the way to let her in. She walks into my home, dropping the bag on the floor and turns around to look at me. I close the door behind me, locking it. I then walk forward to be inches away from her. She looks up at me with a pout, I run my thumb over it.

"What?"

"You hung up on me..."

"I'm sorry."

She frowns. "Are you mad at me?"

"No, I'm not mad."

"Then what is it? You seem a bit frustrated."

"Yes, I am frustrated. My girlfriend decided to strip in front of me on call. She told me she was going to the club in a tiny dress and then she bends down to get her shoes knowing she had no panties on. She was dripping wet too, made me wonder what could possibly have her all wet." I'm not inches away from her, tilting her head up by her chin. I smirk as she smiles, innocently at me. "Now she's at my house because I hung up on her. Weren't you going to the club, princess?"

"No, I lied to tease you," she says, placing her hand on my chest. She runs her fingers down to my pants, the hand slides in my boxers and grabs my now hard dick. "It seems to have worked."

I remove her hand out of my pants, annoyed that she has this affect on me. She pouts again. Then I get down to lift her up, throw her over my shoulder, spanking her ass as I walk us to my room.

"You are a pain in my ass, Nova." I throw her gently on the bed, pulling her towards the edge where I kneel in front of her. I pull down her sweats to see she has no panties and she's already wet for me. I smirk, running my knuckle over it making her shiver. "Here's the deal. I'm going to make love to you then I'm going to fuck you really hard for being a damn brat and then we will play video games together and after that, we'll watch a movie and cuddle. How does that sound?"

"That sounds lovel-" She sentence is caught in her throat as I slide my tongue in her wet pussy hole; in and out, twisting it around. Her hands run through my hair as my tongue plays with her pussy; I move my mouth to her clit where she moans louder. "My goodne-" She moans with her grip on my hair tighten. "Wayne, please..."

"Please what? Use your words, baby."

"I'm cumming! Can I cum, bebe?"

"No, you can't cum." I slide my fingers inside her, making her gasp and moan out my name. I flick my tongue on her clit which drives her crazy. I chuckle against her pussy. "You taste good, baby girl."

She moans, lifting my head up making me groan since she's doing it with a tight grip on my hair. The desire is mutual. "My turn," she says, shyly.

"Alright, baby girl."

I stand up in front of her. She pulls my pants down with no warning. She leans in to place kisses on the tip of my dick. I groan, holding up her hair as she grabs it and slides it in her mouth.

"Babyy..." I groan as she starts to bop her. She uses her free hand to squeeze my balls. I bite down on my lips, watching her take good care of my dick with that sweet mouth of her. "Baby, I'm going to cum if you keep treating it like that."

She giggles, pulling it out of her mouth and kisses my tip. "I love your groans, bebe, and I love to please you as much as you please me."

"Then lay back, baby."

She does as I ask. I lay beside her, leaning in to place kisses on her neck. I pull her closer to me, lifting her face to kiss her lips. She doesn't hesistate to kiss me back, deeping the kiss with her tongue exploring each other's mouth. She smiles against the kiss making me pull back slightly to look at her.

"What's on your mind, princess?"

"Nothing, just happy I have a sweet boyfriend."

"And I'm happy to have you too, love."

She places a small kiss on my lips then snuggles beside me. I wrap my arms around her, resting with her in my arms.

THE END.

***These characters will appear again in later short stories.

[the-bar-sinister]

Sandstorms and Starfall (32036 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 8/15

Summary: When Vivi makes a midnight escape from the palace of Alabasta and flees the country in an attempt to get stronger and rejoin the Straw Hat pirates as a full crew member she finds herself unsure of her path forward. That is until a chance meeting brings her face to face with her former enemy, and former hero, Sir Crocodile who agrees to help her on her quest to find a devil fruit for herself.

It's surprisingly easy to make peace with the former warlord, if not to forgive or trust him. But the longer she spends around him, and the former Baroque Works agents helping her find her way through the Grand Line, the more she finds that the troubles in her heart are not the simple ones that she expected to be facing.

catch up here

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"Croco, baby!" Bon Clay cooed, throwing his arms around him as they entered the room. "And is that the Princess of Alabasta? Did you kidnap her, or did she kidnap you?"

The 'VIP' dressing room they'd entered had just as smokey and boozy an atmosphere as the main club itself had. There was a lighted mirror, and pieces of costuming strewn everywhere, and a couple of empty bottles sitting among the piles of makeup.

Vivi flushed, sputtering as she stared at the flamboyant and unforgettable Bon Clay embrace Crocodile. 'Did she kidnap him' indeed! She rubbed her arm with a deepening flush. 

"It's…it's just Vivi actually. I– I'm a pirate, not the princess anymore. And I kidnapped him, as a matter of fact." 

Bon stood on tip-toes to kiss Crocodile several times on the face, leaving lipstick marks there, before he threw himself on Vivi in turn.

"Pirate Vivi! Oh that has a ring to it, dear. Congratulations!"

Crocodile chuckled, shaking his head. "Glad to see you too, Bon."

Vivi squeaked, nearly toppling but catching herself and Bon with a hug in return as she grinned up at him. "Oh! Ah, thank you! I think so too, Bon! I'm over the moon that you're okay, you know! I was hoping you got out alright!"

He had so much energy, just like that time on the ship, just like every time they'd ever seen him. It was almost impossible not to be a little charmed by him. 

"And I was still in the 'find out if Bon's still alive' part of the rescue plan," Crocodile said, wiping off kiss marks with a handkerchief from his pocket. "How the hell'd you get out?"

"Well, you know me, Croccy, I honestly just walked right out," he said, playing with Vivi's hair for a moment before he released her. "That's after the sweethearts all convinced me that I should. I felt guilty, you know, being able to get myself out and not anybody else."

Vivi tilted her head to the side, flustered but smiling as she came to stand again under her own power. "Sweethearts?" she asked curiously "I heard you helped my captain get out but…who are your prison sweethearts?" 

"Oh now this is a story," Bon laughed. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes off the table. "Is this a private audience, or should we go back to your table, Croc?"

"If you're in the mood for telling stories, let's take it back to the table," Crocodile grinned. "We've got our own to tell you about. But no getting into any fights, eh?"

"I'll behave," he purred, striking a match and lighting his cigarette. "I know you'll spank me if I'm too naughty."

Vivi watched Crocodile, 8 feet tall and cool as his namesake, turn red and take his cigar out of his mouth to cough.

"C'mon," he huffed, waving his hooked arm. "Back to the table. You're a menace in a backroom."

Vivi had gone just as red as he was, sputtering again as she pressed her hand to her face.

"Wow. Uh…I was really missing out on a lot during those Baroque Works meetings, I guess…" she murmured as she pushed her hair out of her face.

Bon Clay just laughed and sucked on his cigarette, leading them out of the VIP room.

-

If it had been a party atmosphere before, it was more than double once Bon Clay joined them at the table. The drinks and smokes flowed freely, and everyone was laughing and sitting close to one another. Sitting himself directly in Zala's lap, arm wrapped around his shoulders, Bon Clay regaled them with the story of his time in Impel Down, starting with Luffy's escape.

Zala had slung her arm around him, just under his leaning back just enough to smoke her pipe between laughter and wide, teasing smiles. She was impressed, Vivi could tell that much, and kept ribbing Bon Clay about leaving a 'perfectly good group of fashionable maniacs' to frolic with mermaids instead of coming back to 'another perfectly good group of fashionable maniacs'.

At some point, Marianne had broken out of her near-silent fascination with his story to murmur her apologies for not being able to save him in the first place even as she excitedly talked up drawing a sketch of his 'big victory in Impel Down over that stupid moron the Warden'.

Vivi couldn't say she wasn't just as enraptured. It was an absolutely crazy story, from the interesting and charming sounding newkama, the Revolutionary Army's own Iva, heroic sacrifices and the bonds of friendship. She found herself leaning forward, with wide eyes and a broad smile as she clapped upon his escape. 

After that, it was their turn to tell the story, specifically he grinned at Vivi.

"So, you're going to tell me the story of how you kidnapped Sir Crocodile and his merry band, aren't you?"

Vivi flushed as Marianne turned her stare to her. "You kidnapped us?"

"W-well," Vivi laughed as she put her hand on her chest. "you know that I'm a member of the Straw Hat Pirates, don't you Bon?" 

Bon laid a finger by the side of his nose conspiratorially. "Not exactly playing that too close to the vest, were you, Vivi?"

Vivi flushed a little, shaking her head with an embarrassed grin. 

"I'm proud of it. No need to, except to people who're gonna drag me back." She rubbed her neck before she continued. "I'd regretted not leaving with them for a long time now, you know? So when I heard about Marineford, about what happened to my captain, I knew I had to find them and join back up instead of sitting at home to be wedded and useless…"

She glanced at Crocodile with a flustered smile. "I needed a devil fruit to be stronger, so I wound up by chance walking into an information broker that was serving as a front for Crocodile's little Baroque Work's Reunion."

"Walked in like a deer in the headlights, poor thing." Zala purred as she took a drag off her pipe. 

"Oho! That ugly little place on Espree? What a dreary place for such a chance meeting." He leaned on his hand, listening as closely as she'd listened to his story. "I have to say, I'm surprised to hear that you even left the Straw Hat. You all seemed thick as thieves, so to speak."

Marianne spoke up. "Pal-ish as pirates, maybe."

Vivi snorted softly, before she broke into a little laugh. Composing herself, her expression sobered as she sighed. "We were, Bon. It's just complicated. Everything in Alabasta, nearly dying— my father. The people's expectations and the personal tragedies I had to wade through, and the fact that I was weak, honestly."

She grit her teeth. "I was too weak. I was already useless to them since I'd come on board. So I convinced myself my country needed me more than they did and I stayed out of obligation." 

Bon sucked in a long drag of his cigarette and shook his head. "Easy to see why you regretted it, then, honey. Followed your head instead of your heart."

"Must be something in the air in Alabasta," Crocodile grumbled, so quiet that no one besides Vivi might have heard him.

They were more alike in that regret than anyone knew, it seemed, she could think of a dozen regrets circling in his head that it could have been.

She nodded, looking up at Bon with a shaky smile. "Yeah. I should have followed my heart from the start, but…there was a lot of pressure. So I let them go and now I have to fix it."

Zala hummed quietly. "Which led you to us, didn't it?"

"By accident. I thought Crocodile was going to kill me for Miss Wednesday daring to show up to the revival of Baroque Works, but he saved me from some marines and heard me out enough for him to agree to help me find a devil fruit in the new world." She smiled wryly. "So I guess in a fashion I've kidnapped the whole of Neo Baroque Works." 

"As good a kidnapping as I've ever seen," Bon teased. He lit another cigarette off the butt of the first one. "Seems like the whole gang's here, except— Where's Mr.3?"

Crocodile rolled his eyes and topped up his drink from the bottle of whiskey he'd had their waitress bring. "Ran off with Buggy the Clown at Marineford. I think he might still think I'm gonna try to kill him again."

"Croccy, your temper!" Bon Clay shook his head. "Or maybe Mr. 3 just has a thing for boys in makeup after all."

Daz snorted and slapped the table. He'd been quiet, but it got quite the laugh out of him.

"Not just boys in makeup," Marianne murmured with a snicker that still sounded somehow serious, "but absolutely boys in makeup."

Vivi reached for the bottle with a little chuckle. 

"Geeze, well, maybe we'll run into him anyway. I don't think anyone expected to run into you here, Bon…" She trailed off for a moment. "A bunch of the under-agents aren't here, my partner sure isn't. But I assume, or at least hope, he's living his best life if Mr. 5 didn't really kill him at least."

"No, he's fine. Got out of crime." Marianne answered as she munched a cracker. 

"The red-head, right?" Bon cooed. "Good for him, he was adorable. I hope he's doing well for himself."

"So you're coming with us, right, Bon?" Crocodile said, pouring him another drink too.

"Croccy, babe, you couldn't keep me away with a stick! Especially since it sounds like you're going to see dear Luffy, right, Vivi? I made a very serious promise that I'd see him again."

Vivi's eyes widened. 

"Well yes, of course! I mean…once I have my devil fruit the plan's to find where the Straw Hats are and drop me off." She flashed him a broad grin. "Funny enough, I promised the same. We can both fulfill our promises at the same time!" 

Bon raised his drink. "Cheers! I'll let them know to cancel my shows. Oh this is going to be fun."

All around the table, Crocodile and the former Baroque Works agents raised their glasses too. In the center of the table, their glasses clinked together, Vivi's among them as she excitedly cheered.

"It really is one hell of a reunion," she was tipsy, happy— overjoyed even enough to say. "I'm so glad to be here with you guys." 

Daz smiled at her, and clinked his glass against hers a second time. "We're glad to have you here too."

She felt Crocodile's hand on her shoulder again. "Damn right. Things are looking up."

Vivi raised the glass to her lips, drinking it down to chase the flush from her face.

Things were looking up, unlike Sabaody, with its fear and trepidation— this, THIS, felt like the start to a great journey. 

-

That night they stayed in rooms in the same hotel that Bon Clay had apparently been staying in, and Vivi had had the choice to bunk up with someone or get her first night of solo sleep since they'd left Espree island.

She'd contemplated grabbing a solo night's sleep, if for no other reason than she imagined Zala and Marianne would bunk together or Zala would head off with Daz. However she was taken off guard when the tipsy 'poison spider' looped her arm over her shoulder and sashayed in that dancer's way of hers down the hall.

A short conversation later, and Vivi found herself agreeing to share a bunk with Zala for the night as they left Marianne contemplating if she should ask Daz or 'take the opportunity to catch some sleep without Zala's snoring'.

Zala was a shockingly affectionate drunk for someone Vivi suspected was high pretty much most of the time from how often she smoked that pipe of hers. Maybe it was the party mood, or the sheer relief of hitting fishman island and a missing friend, but she'd wrapped her arms around Vivi and tugged her down into the bed to nestle her face in the pale blue strands of her hair.

It reminded Vivi strangely of the Straw Hat crew— of Nami when she let her miserly facade fall enough to cuddle with her under the starlight or sleep together to the rocking of the sea. It was comforting, and Zala was comforting in her own way too.

Even a human pincushion was softer on the inside than that one terrible day made it seem. So Vivi had cuddled up with her, feeling the springy locks of her hair against her hand as she settled into bed. 

-

They had a late morning that morning, and there was lots of coffee being drunk at the table in the restaurant where they ate. Crocodile had come in with his arm around Bon Clay that morning and sat closely with him, drooping over his coffee, and puffing at his cigar.

By now, Vivi had seen that he really wasn't a morning person.

Still he had an announcement for the table. "Gonna stay a couple extra days and take on some crew. Bon says he knows a few guys. Might get a bigger ship once we complete the crossing."

Daz chuckled, certainly the most alert man at the table. "I wouldn't say no to a bigger ship, captain, so long as we have hands to crew it."

Vivi was still exhausted and hung over herself, Zala sipping her coffee right beside her as Vivi helped her stay upright with the presence of her shoulder. She downed more of her coffee to muster up the proper enthusiasm for the announcement

"That's really exciting! More crew members means a smoother trip, right? And a bigger ship should have more room to operate, and hold up against storms and stuff, yeah?"

"Yay," Zala murmured into her morning coffee.

Marianne gave Bon Clay a subtle thumbs up and a nod. 

"Better in storms, less likely to be seen as easy picking by some idiot looking for a haul," Crocodile grumbled. "And it wouldn't be a bad idea to have some crewmen who aren't devil fruit users, as long as they're worth the risk."

"You know me, Croccy, I won't bring on anyone I wouldn't trust with my life and yours," Bon cooed, lighting his second cigarette of the morning. "They'll all be properly afraid of your reputation, I promise."

Crocodile harumphed, but let the teasing pass.

"That's a good point," Vivi mused. "I mean, strong swimmers are going to be important just in case. We kind of only have me and Karoo and I'm planning on selling that particular meager talent to swim as soon as I can."

Marianne giggled quietly into her hand. "if the new crew don't fear you sir, you can bite them." 

"They'll get a personal interview with my hook," Crocodile drawled, turning said instrument so that it flashed in a beam of light. "But I know the kind of people you're in with Bon— I won't say I trust 'em, but I'm willing to run the odds on it."

"Ever the gambler, captain," he chuckled. "It shouldn't take too long."

"Where are we going to be looking for a new ship, sir?" Daz asked over his coffee.

"Mystoria," Crocodile responded. He nodded his head to Vivi as he said, "Just short of paradise we used to call it. A bit of a pirate trading hub. Not a lot of choices for where beyond that unless we want to push it until we hit Dressrosa and I do not."

"Dressrosa…" Vivi murmured quietly. "I've heard of Dressrosa. It's a bit too far out, isn't it?"

Zala tilted her coffee back. "I'd take my chances with Mystoria before I took 'em with Dressrosa, honestly. That's Donquixote territory, ain't it?"

Marianne bobbed her head. "If we get a new ship, can I paint it?" 

"Sure you can, Marianne," Crocodile grumbled. Vivi watched him pinch the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, Dressrosa's Donquixote territory. If we can't get any information on a devil fruit before we get there, that's where we're gonna have to go. I ain't looking forward to it."

"The Donquixotes basically control the devil fruit black market," Daz explained, leaning toward Vivi, and offering her more coffee from the carafe at the table.

Zala held out her cup for it with a tired smile. "Weren't you both Warlords, Croc? Can't you just radio the guy and ask for a favor?"

Vivi was getting the impression that things were a little too complicated to just 'call in a favor' if Crocodile was already trying this hard to avoid the guy's territory and he was already a devil fruit broker.

"I get the sense that won't be the best idea, right Crocodile?" Vivi mused. "Instead, let's really hope we can get a lead on something in Mystoria."

"If we're lucky we'll find one there," Marianne smiled thinly. "Before we have to start venturing into Emperor territory." 

"Warned you it wouldn't be easy to find a good one," Crocodile grumbled as he nodded to Vivi. "Zala, one major problem– one of several– is that Doff– Doflamingo is still a damned warlord. A government dog. And I'm once more a wanted criminal. So that's an issue right there."

"Ah, so he's one of those government dogs. Loyal to the end, is he?" Zala muses with a shake of her head. "Good to know. Well. I'll hold off on my desire to see Dressrosan fashion with my own eyes for a while yet then."

Vivi twisted her hair around her fingertip with a thoughtful hum. "You know, if we're lucky maybe Mystoria has one of his secondary brokers with access to his network? We could use his services without him ever knowing, right?" 

Crocodile grinned. "Smart girl. That's exactly what I've been hoping. That we can scoop his contacts and get the goods before he finds out we're looking. Plus, I have some other contacts in Mystoria I'm hoping to pick up for general business. Shake the dust off everything."

VIvi grinned under the praise, Zala lightly slapping her arm with a mutter of 'good job, Viv'.

"All to get the gang back up and running, right? Is there anything I can do to help with that? I mean…as an outsider of course." 

Crocodile's grin widened. He was already looking more awake after his coffee and cigar. "As an outsider? I'll think on it. And I won't hesitate to ask, doll."

Vivi raised her coffee before polishing it off. As an outsider. Not a member of Baroque Works anymore— not quite a 'client' either. It was a strange and amorphous place to be. But no matter what label you could slap on it, she was intent to pull her weight.

Things had gone bad between them before…now it was the time for them to make it up to one another.

"Good man, Captain Crocodile." 

-

Later that day Vivi found herself returning to the ship with Daz, who had a load of supplies to bring on board. Including a special treat for Karoo, who had so far been left 'to watch the ship', as had often been the case with the Straw Hats.

"Sardines," Daz grinned, showing her the tin. "Most of 'em are for us of course, but I figured Karoo would appreciate a couple."

Vivi grinned widely, leaning forward to look at the tin with a whistle. 

"Yeah, Karoo's gonna go crazy the moment you open those, Daz. There's only one thing he loves more than fresh water and it's fish!" She laughed, shaking her head. "You two have really hit it off, huh?" 

"Guess we have," he swaggered along pushing the cart full of supplies toward the ship. "Can't say the same about him and the captain, though."

Vivi shook her head as she helped carry another few bags. "Sadly Karoo holds a longer grudge than I do. He still remembers that whole— whole mess really vividly. And Crocodile dropping me off the palace and everything." 

"Well, you know how it is," Daz said, shaking his head. "Sometimes it's easier to be mad on behalf of someone you care about than it is to be mad on your own behalf, right?"

It sounded perhaps like he was speaking from experience.

"That makes sense, because you care about them and you can't work through the problem in your own head with all the stuff you know about it you can hold onto the anger easier. Right?" Vivi tilted her head. "Have you been mad at someone like that before?" 

He waved his free hand. "Oh all the time. I'm the type who gets mad for other people easy. Part of why I kill people for a living, eh?"

He flashed his bright grin at her. It was such a contrast to think about, the quiet, easy going man was also a famous, deadly assassin.

"Do– do you look into them to find things to be mad about first? Or only accept targets of like, guys who've gone on record saying mean things about Crocodile or someone else you care about?" 

Daz shook his head. "That would make me very picky. Especially before I started working for Crocodile. No, but you're half right. I don't take a contract if I can't see my employer's side of the argument."

"Huh," Vivi adjusted the bag on her shoulder, smiling over at him. "That's honestly really admirable, Daz. Honorable even…"

He waved her off, shaking his head again and looking embarrassed. "I'll admit I'm not unhappy to hear you say that. I turned down Crocodile's offer to join his crew the first time because, well, I didn't want people to see me as a villain."

Vivi blinked at that, curiosity bubbling inside her as she walked alongside him. By and large, everyone in the world saw pirates as villains of one sort or another, even those deemed 'heroes' like Crocodile once was.

But Daz didn't want to be seen that way. "Really?" 

Again he looked embarrassed. "Yeah, silly, I know, especially wanting to be an assassin. But I figured I'd only take jobs killing bad people, right? I was pretty naive back then, but, well. I was a kid."

"I mean, I can kind of see the logic, especially if you were young. If you only took jobs killing bad people then you'd be kind of like a hero in a way yeah?" She winked at him. "I mean…things are a bit more complex but I think you're pretty heroic in your way, Daz. Even Karoo probably thinks so, but that might just be because you feed him." 

"Probably just because I feed him. But I'm glad he likes me anyway." He left her for a moment with the cart while he climbed the side of the ship and lay down the gangplank. He dropped from the rim of the ship down to the ground beside her and shook his head. "I still don't want to be a villain— but I've learned that the world's a lot less black and white than I thought it was when I was a kid."

Vivi nodded up at him with a tentative smile. 

"Yeah, I can relate to that. Things aren't as easy as we thought when we were kids. Heck…they're not as black and white as I thought they might be during that whole mess back in Alabasta. But…well." She offered him the bag. "I think you've done a pretty great job of not becoming a villain. And I'm doing a pretty great job of not thinking like my father." 

He took the bag from her and slung it over his shoulder, grabbing the cart and pushing it up the gangplank as she followed. "Not becoming your father? Color me curious."

Vivi rubbed her neck as she hopped up the gangplank after him. 

"I love my dad," she started with a smile, "but he's got a very specific way of thinking. He knows what's good and just, and he knows what a king and a princess should do. And he knows the traditions, and he knows how to rule in a very particular way. But Crocodile wasn't exactly wrong when he said he wasn't bright— though I'll be kinder and say he's not very good at thinking outside that particular box."

She shrugged her shoulders. "He sees the world in black and white. He let Baroque Works steamroller over him because he thought he could stand up to them with purely peaceful means, while I ran off to at least figure out who you were. To him, my fighting in the streets was just a phase to grow out of, my love of adventure was a phase. Obviously I was in love with Koza, which was the furthest that worldview would bend for him to try and allow that by law…even though he wasn't even right about the assumption! I didn't love Koza, I liked him as my co-leader in our GANG. But Dad couldn't see that." 

Daz paused at the top of the gangplank, offering her his hand up over the last step. "He has a vision of how the world should be, and won't see how it actually is. Am I right?"

Vivi had felt the frustration bubbling inside her since she started her rant, burning ever hotter with every misunderstanding and misconception that came back to her already active memory. That conversation with Crocodile, the news that he'd told everyone she'd been sent off to be pure and untouched by war to her cousin's, and his assumption of her 'deep love' for Koza had rekindled the frustrations that had simmered down with distance and time.

She sucked in a sharp breath as she nodded, taking his hand with a gritting of her teeth. "...yeah honestly you're completely right. That's exactly it." 

He put a large, warm hand on her shoulder and gave her a soft smile. "If you see it that way, it's no wonder you and Crocodile have been getting along so well. Despite Karoo's misgivings."

Vivi felt her face flushing again as she nodded up at him. "...despite Karoo's misgivings, yeah. I suppose we have been getting along better than I expected, huh?" 

Daz chuckled. "He had his arm around you all last night."

That memory, even clouded by drink, leapt right to the forefront as Vivi tripped over the lip of the ship and stumbled onto the deck with a squeak.

"S-so he did. I'm still rather surprised about that." 

Daz caught her as she tripped head long into his lean, solid body.

"Easy there. Didn't mean to spook ya," he chuckled. "I'm not all that surprised by it, though. More surprised you allowed it as long as you did."

Vivi huffed against him, working to get her feet oriented back under her as the warmth bloomed hotter inside her. "W-what do you mean by that, Daz?" 

Daz shrugged. Once Vivi was on her feet, he grabbed some boxes off the cart, starting to unload them on the deck. 

"The captain, for all he doesn't let people in close, is pretty free with physical affection. If he likes you, he'll get in personal. Tends to put off people who are more particular about their personal space."

Vivi brushed her pale blue hair over her ear, before hurrying to help him unload the boxes. It was utterly mundane, even in a wonderland as strange as Fishman Island. Surrounded by fish high above, mermaids and coral, they unloaded boxes.

"I've noticed…so that means he likes me now, huh?" She asked cautiously. 

"Feels comfortable around you," Daz nodded, looking at her from where he leaned on one of the boxes. "Kind of like a cat in that way."

"He's catlike…" Vivi thought about that for a long moment before she whispered. "Huuuh…he kinda is, isn't he?" 

So he'd gotten comfortable around her, the deeply wounded and slow to trust Crocodile had warmed up to her that fast, feeling comfortable around her enough to sling his arm all over her?

She felt another rush of flushed heat when she remembered the times he called her 'doll' or 'Viv'.

"Well , I'm…I'm a bit comfortable with him, I suppose." 

"I noticed," Daz said with a grin. "C'mon, let's go find where Karoo's hiding and give him his fish, eh?"

The look he gave her was mischievous, as if he was holding back some sly, additional comment.

Vivi stuck her tongue out at him. "We'd best, or he's going to come trotting up here to cause trouble! He's smart, he probably already knows you've got a treat waiting!" 

"Probably," Daz chuckled. He waved her along. "C'mon then."

Vivi hurried along after him. Somehow the thing that stuck in her mind was that Crocodile felt comfortable around her, and she around him.

It wasn't like the last 5 years hadn't happened. It wasn't like Baroque Works and the pain Crocodile caused simply vanished, but time moved on. She found herself falling into the same comfortable banter and proximity her old crush so often longed for, smiling and laughing all too easily in his presence…

Daz had noticed it. Zala had, and Marianne too. Everyone could see it.

But that's all it was. Comfort. Friendliness. Understanding and thanks for the help.

As she headed down into the ship with Daz she resolved firmly to push her childish crush into the depths of her mind. This wasn't love, it wasn't even a crush.

She was just happy to be close to them again. For a new chance.

It had to be. 

[fetishfairytales2]

Sissy School, Part 3: Finale (Story)

"Ooh, this is gonna be fun!" I giggled to my girls as we watched the bouncer finally cum down Brandi's throat. But then, the live stream cut out, leaving us hanging! My phone rang, and it was Huggies. "Hello?" I answered, very excited. It was Staci, all too happy to explain that the Huggies staff usually like Mommies to see their sissy's first detention in person! "Well, I'd love to!" I laughed, feeling tipsy from the wine but still able to drive. "Can I bring friends?" I asked, seeing Lyndsey and Kylie's eager smiles.

We rushed across town to the seedy strip mall, just in time to find Brandi tied up and gagged in the nursery, alone and waiting for us. "Well, well, well, Princess Pampers," I giggled, standing before Brandi with my hands on my hips. "what did you do this time, hmm?" I asked, tapping my foot like a disappointed mother. My poor sissy looked up at me from the oversized mechanical baby bouncer, her eyes full of tears. "Are those tears because of detention or because they left the butt plug in?" I teased, squeezing Brandi's tear-streaked face.

"Probably both," a stunning woman I hadn't met before said with a smile as she entered the nursery. Wow, everyone that worked here was hot! She was a bit older than Staci and Becky, maybe in her early 30s, with almost black hair, amazing boobs, and a perfect ass. I would know, right? Because her whole outfit was just a skin-tight leather bodysuit! It was showing off more than it covered! The other girls wore short shorts and crop tops to do their thing, but this woman's outfit was the size of a one-piece bikini, and tight! "Ms. Penny," she introduced herself, very confidently. I could see why! “Staci and Becky are the teachers here at Huggies, I’m more like the Dean of Dicipline. I hand out detentions!”

I stood there, staring at how ridiculously gorgeous this woman was, as she crouched next to Brandi, still bouncing in the bouncer. "Three demerits on your first day, huh? Y’know, that’s a record. You're either a very naughty girl, or Ms. Staci really doesn't like you," Penny said, stroking Brandi's cheek. Brandi tried to argue behind her gag and got slapped for it. "I don't really care why you have them," Penny said plainly. "You have them, so I'm here. And it doesn't look like anyone's going to stop me, right?" Brandi and Penny both turned to me, Brandi begging with her eyes, and Penny raising her eyebrows, almost asking permission.

"Well, that's that," Penny winked at me when I didn’t stop her. "Wanna know something fun?" She leaned in, almost whispering to Brandi. "All the rooms you've seen so far? That's not all the fun we have for you little girl! There's a whole basement, where the really naughty girls go! It’s a lot more, uh…intense  than the regular Detention Room! It's even soundproof, so no one hears the naughty sissies cry when we punish them!" She smiled up at me, her eyes sparkling. "And it shares a wall with the men's bathroom at the club next door. I’m sure you ladies see where this is going, right?” Oh God, this was going to be really fun to watch! “Shall we head downstairs?" She giggled

Without a word, two muscular men entered the room, their eyes fixed on Brandi. "It's a bit on the nose," Penny laughed, gesturing to the men's Chippendales-style bow ties and shirt cuffs. "But who cares? Look at those arms!" She wasn't kidding; they were ripped! "I love watching them manhandle losers," Penny said, sounding like she was turned on! "Downstairs, boys!" she ordered, and the men lifted Brandi out of the bouncer, her cries and pleas muffled by the gag. We followed behind Penny, listening to Brandi's sobs as the strippers dragged her down the hall.

"Here we are," Penny said as we reached the bottom of the stairs. The basement of Huggies was nothing like I'd expected. There was no fuzzy white rugs or pink walls. It was just exposed stone walls, a few light bulbs, a couple of doors and one way mirrors on one wall, and some wild ass bondage gear in the corners of the room. It felt more like a dungeon than a nursery! "The Box," Penny smiled, pointing out a gigantic plexiglass box on wheels, almost like a coffin with a few holes lined in rubber. It was bizarre. "And over there," she pointed across the room, "is the Bench."

The Bench was even more weird! It was some huge black metal frame that was padded in hot pink velvet, with fuzzy cuffs at all four ends. It was also sitting on some giant turntable. Kylie looked like she was freaked out too, Lyndsey looked like she was going to cum just looking at the place. Penny smiled at Brandi, who looked absolutely terrified, her legs kicking as the men held her in the air. I'm sure her Pampers were soaked by now! "Would you like to choose, or should I?" Penny asked the trembling sissy.

"Well?" Penny asked, trying to hold back a smile while she waited for Brandi's response. Of course, with the penis-shaped pacifier gag jammed down her throat, Brandi couldn't say a word. Even without it, I doubt she'd be able to speak. I'd never seen her so terrified; she was shaking like a leaf! "Don't worry, princess," Penny cooed, walking over to the sissy and stroking her cheek. "There's plenty of time to play with all my toys. Now that the secret's out, I can tell you the good news! Remember how Ms. Staci said your Mommy paid for a year's tuition? Well, surprise! She paid for you to be down here with me every day! I have so many more games for you to enjoy!"

Penny walked over to the intimidating thing and lifted the lid. "The Box it is!"  When the dominatrix opened it, I noticed the box had a very serious looking steel shackle attached to chains at each corner. I guess Brandi wouldn’t be going anywhere any time soon! There were also four pink rubber pads in the center, spaced out, I had an idea of why. "In you go, sissy," she clapped, and the two beefy strippers carried Brandi toward the Box, still not saying anything. "Mmm! Mmm! Mmmmmm!" Brandi squealed as they lifted her high in the air, her body stiff with fear. I couldn't look away as they roughly placed her in the Box, belly first, her cries growing louder. One man wrapped his arm around her neck, forcing her to her knees. 

"Make sure she's snug, boys!" Penny laughed, and Lyndsey giggled wickedly as we watched the men cuff Brandi into the Box, her limbs stretched by the shackles. One of them untied the pacifier gag, removing it before quickly forcing an o-ring gag into her mouth. "There you go, princess," Penny said, looking down at Brandi's sobbing form. "Now your mouth is wide open!" She shrugged, not concerned with Brandi's protests.

Penny closed the lid, trapping Brandi inside, her cries immediately quiet. "Sound proof," she smiled at me. "Nothing gets out, only in," she continued, and then pressed a button I couldn’t see somewhere on the Box. A weird hiss sound started coming from the thing. "Sealed in, nice and tight!" Penny explained, patting the lid. Brandi was absolutely freaking out, her body thrashing against the shackles, but I couldn’t hear a thing! Mm, something like this would be fun for home!

"For my next fun trick," Penny stuck her tongue out at us, then turned to the strippers. "Make sure she's even more snuggly, boys!" All three of us gasped when the guys started to push on either side of the Box. Holy shit, it was getting smaller! Penny laughed. "It expands to lock sissies in, then it collapses nice and tight! Isn’t it so fun? No loser is too big or small for The Box!" I just stared, mouth wide, as Brandi struggled, her face and ass squished against the plexiglass. The guys somehow locked it in place, and Brandi's face and ass were literally flattened against the Box's sides. "Don't worry," Penny said with a cruel smile, "she can still breathe...for now."

Penny just kind of stood therefor a minute, watching as Brandi struggled. I swear, she was playing with herself over her bodysuit! "Mmm," she moaned, throwing her head back, closing her eyes. "I love that look when they realize they're trapped..." She was just standing there, running her hands up her body! This girl was fucking wild! After her little moment, she snaps back and goes, "alright, boys, test her out!" One of the strippers opened some door at the front of the Box, and Brandi’s gagged little mouth popped out!

“Mmm, what's this for, you think?” I giggle, Kylie and Lyndsey following me as I walked to the back of this box. There's a smaller hole in the back, right where Brandi's ass was, but it's too small to fit anything fun. Then I spotted a few others lining the whole thing. I had no idea what the Box was for, but I was excited to find out! "Oh, look at that!" I squealed with laughter, seeing Brandi’s ass for the first time today. Before putting the poor thing in her bouncer upstairs, it looked like they had cut a hole in her diapee and then filled her up with a hollow buttplug! It was massive and it left her sissy pussy wide open.

The girls and I were having a blast watching my little sissy Brandi squirm in there, all chained up and helpless. And then, we find out what Penny meant when she said ‘test her out’. One of the hot-as-fuck strippers pulls down his pants and, like, wow. This guy had a cock that belonged in porn, and his body was to die for. I could totally ride that all night, but right now, I think it was for my lucky little girl!

“Go for it baby!” I cheered on Mr. Hot Stripper as he walked up to the Box, with his hard cock in his hand. He lines up that thick shaft with the hole right in front of Brandi's gagged mouth, and I notice the hole was lined with something all soft and velvety! Holy shit, Penny had turned my sissy into a fucking fleshlight! The stripper shoved his cock through, and Brandi's eyes went wide as it stretched her throat. The poor sissy slut started  crying, trying to beg for mercy, but all that comes out are muffled whimpers. This guy didn’t give a shit; he just starts throat-fucking my little princess like its a porno! 

I could see his face turning red as he went deeper, he was not holding back! “Take it you fucking slut!” He was grunting, thrusting his hips and making poor Brandi’s eyes bulging. He's using her mouth like he owned it, God he was hot. “I want to hear you gagging bitch,” he screamed when Brandi tried to pull away, “you stop when I tell you to stop!” He must have been at it for at least five minutes straight, not stopping once. He would pull out just far enough for the sissy to catch her breath, and then go right back to it. I could see his cock bulging in her throat! 

"Enough whore," the stud commands, stepping back after going at Brandi’s throat as long as he wanted. We all clapped, loving every second of it. He made the poor thing gag, choke, she even spit up at one point! Staci was so right, I loved watching Brandi suffer in detention! But this hunk wasn't finished with my little sissy. He warned her with a growl; "you’ve got 30 seconds, bitch. I'm gonna fuck your mouth and fill your throat!" The poor thing started crying harder of course and just stood there stroking his cock watching her. Fuck he looked all dominant and powerful. 

He didn’t even warn her, he just walked up and shoved his dick back into her mouth. Mmm, maybe he’d do me next. This time, he was going faster and harder, he wasn’t stopping again, not so this little bitch could breathe!  I could hear his hips thrusting into the plexiglass he was fucking Brandi’s mouth so hard! I watched the trapped Sissy’s eyes go wide and her body convulsing as she tried to take his length. She tried to wiggle away but the Box was not letting her escape.”Fuuuuck!” He grunted finally. My sissy's eyes bulged, working overtime as she swallowed his hot load. She was crying, choking on his cum, but he didn't stop until he emptied every last drop down her throat.

“Aww, crying already?” Penny laughed at Brandi, “that was just one dick though! There’s so many more!” She gently pushed the naked stripper out of the way and grabbed the handle of The Box. She easily moved the thing across the room. “Wheels of course,” she explained, “helps get the little loses to some fun places!” I watched as she rolled Brandi to a stop and opened a door in the basement wall. “Lots and lots of fun places,” she winked, pointing out  a plexiglass panel on the other side of the door. This one had a hole too, a hole that looked a lot like the one Brandi’s mouth was hanging out of!

Penny spun the Box, bringing Brandi's terrified face in line with the hole. "This," she explained, "is the bathroom at Hunks next door. There's gonna be a lot of strippers and customers who'd love to use our little sissy’s mouth tonight. And some of them might be rougher than what you just saw!" She raised her voice so Brandi could hear. "So, I hope she don't cry every time a real man fucks her throat! No one wants to hear a sissy whine! Oh, a few more things,” she said, and walked across the room to a closet. She brought back a whole cart of tubes and something that looked like an oxygen tank! What the fuck?

“Watch,” Penny smiled at my confused look and began screwing tubes into the holes in the plexiglass coffin. "Those pipes here," she pointed at a bunch of pipes on the wall next to us, "are for the toilets there! And these," she pointed to tubes, “connect to those pipes!” I started giggling as I watched her finish connecting the last pipe, “which means poor Brandi’s little box will very slowly fill up all night!" Lyndsey, Kylie, and I burst out laughing. "She'll have to hold her breath when someone fucks her face if gets too high though!" Penny laughed, 

Penny hung the tank by a hook and winked, holding up a small dildo attached to a plastic tube. "And this," she said, jamming the dildo-shaped nozzle into Brandi's ass, "goes right here." I swear I heard Brandi scream behind her gag as the laughing dominatrix invaded her defenseless asshole. Penny connected the tube to the tank, tapping it with her sharp, red-painted nail.

"In here is a special sissy enema! Warm water, itching powder, caffeine pills, and, as a special treat for Brandi, viagra! It'll keep our sweet girl awake and horny in her chastity cage all night. She'll be uncomfortable, but at least she'll be alert while sucking cock! The club's open 24/7, so she'll have plenty of 'friends' to keep her busy till you pick her up. Tomorrow night.”

I was disappointed that I wasn’t going to be able to watch every one of Brandi’s detentions in person. But I did know that Huggies was the best money that I had ever spent!

End.

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Shameless Smut (2) Masterlist

part one

5 Seconds of Naughty (ao3) - sir_red luke/ashton, michael/calum E, 5k

Summary: Shameless smut about 5SOS.

Come and Get Me (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton E, 1k

Summary: Luke and Ashton "unwind" in their hotel room. Sexy times ensue.

come on, tell me boy (ao3) - merlypops luke/ashton E, 2k

Summary: Luke just wants to hear Ashton beg and it's better than he hoped.

Demesne (ao3) - merlypops michael/luke E, 3k

Summary: Luke is teasing Michael during a show and Michael tries to show Luke who's calling the shots, except it doesn't exactly turn out that way.

Doggy Style - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) calum/ashton, michael/luke E, 16k

Summary: Calum and Ashton aren't allowed to have pets in their building. So, when their landlord finds a leash in their apartment, Calum has to come up with a quick lie to explain its presence.

drowning in you (ao3) - orphan_account michael/calum, luke/ashton E, 1k

Summary: the one where michael entertains calum's overstimulation kink.

'I'm not gay.' (ao3) - antisocialhood michael/ashton M, 5k

Summary: Michael just isn't gay.

It's Okay, Princess (ao3) - lashtonaf luke/ashton E, 2k

Summary: Luke likes being a tease, if he knows that Ashton will punish him for it.

I Want Your Bite (ao3) - hukelemmings (dafeedil) michael/luke E, 4k

Summary: Or, they hook up in the car before their first date, and it may or may not be the hottest thing Luke's ever experienced.

Kissing In Cars (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton N/R, 4k

Summary: Luke sneaks out to meet his hot senior boyfriend. Luke is not very patient.

Like A Summer Day (ao3) - merlypops michael/calum, luke/ashton E, 9k

Summary: Calum likes to look pretty, Lashton are interfering little shits, and Michael almost gets a phone thrown at his head. And then there's Malum. Lots and lots of Malum.

Pain, I can't get enough. Pain, I like it rough. (ao3) - Fallinstar (orphan_account) michael/ashton E, 2k

Summary: Ashton is Michaels hot, sexy, muscular big brother and Michael is horny.

rhythm of the night (ao3) - lourrygum ot4 E, 6k

Summary: It was great when Calum and Ashton finally stopped being dumb and got together but its not so great when the lines between where they can and can't fuck get a little blurry and Luke and Michael have to endure it

or, Michael and Luke are turned on by Ashton and Calum's sex sounds and also by each other.

Start Of Something New (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke E, 2k

Summary: “Lu, I’m pansexual, you know this. Just because I prefer blokes over birds does not me my love for you is just gone,” Michael presses a kiss to Lucy’s temple. “You’re always gonna be my baby.

Or, Luke has questions.

Take It Off (ao3) - radioactive_pizza michael/calum N/R, 2k

Summary: // the one where all Calum was trying to do was get clothes for his shower, but his best mate ends up fucking him

White Noise (ao3) - merlypops luke/ashton E, 7k

Summary: Luke and Ashton have massive crushes on each other, Ashton throws a party, and all of Luke's dreams come true. (Maybe they're a tiny bit in love too. Maybe.)

Your Hips, My Hands, You Swing, and You Dance (ao3) - lashtonaf luke/ashton E, 3k

Summary: Luke ends up meeting a pretty & giggly boy at the club, and they get acquainted quickly ;-)

your mouth was made to suck my kiss (ao3) - mukeftlashton michael/luke E, 2k

Summary: Luke really appreciates Michael's red leather jacket, and it makes for a really uncomfortable situation.

Or, me being me and writing a one shot about Luke's boner at the iHeart Awards. Yes, I realize how late this is.