#a part of me feels embarrassed about this... another part of me is like no yeah he would absolutely rock it tho

[staysdelulus]

Bang Chan - Pajamas

SKZ Bang Chan x Female 9th Member Reader

a/n: inspired by SKZ-Code; didn't know what to call this, exactly, so...

ASKS ARE OPEN

Summary: After getting your pajamas chosen and sleeping in the same room and bed with Chan, you find yourself confronting him about his behavior before finally fucking it out.

Warnings: smut, pinv, oral (both receiving), mentions of fingering, etc.

WC: ~2k

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“A or B?” Chan’s voice rings out from behind you, the others giggling as you sigh, contemplating your choices. You honestly didn’t know what to choose. As more and more members continued to make their choices, the boys had gotten even more ideas.

And then there was Felix. Lee Know had switched his top despite his choice, essentially choosing his entire outfit. Pray that they would spare you the embarrassment, being the youngest and the only female in the group. “A.”

“A or B?” Chan’s voice rings out again after another bout of giggling. Unable to help yourself, you laugh as well before speaking. “B.”

Last but not least, the accessories come. “B.”

When you turn to take a look at your outfit, your eyes widen. There were the tight short shorts you had brought, and a shirt with the heart shaped cut on the back (after Felix cut his shirt up, some of the other members had followed), and the cute pigtail headbands with the shorter hair.

After another game of chance, resulting with Bang Chan and Hyunjin switching their outfits, you make your way to change. Slowly, the members come out one by one. You’re last.

The members, like always, are loud, laughing and cheering as you stroll in, grinning in your short shorts, back exposed, your bra strap cutting right across from it. As the members continue the fun, you inevitably get 8th place after choosing a bad time for the next challenge.

When the time to pick the rooms come, you and Chan, who was last, are stuck together. Cheeks flushing slightly, everyone heads to their rooms, and you find yourself following Chan quietly. He wasn’t close with you, not as much as the others, anyway. A small part of you feared he hated you, but you knew Chan wasn’t like that.

If you respect me, I respect you. Those words ring in your head, and you take a deep breath, reassuring yourself before Chan suddenly speaks. “You can shower first, I’ll wait out here.”

You swear he sounded annoyed. Nodding quickly, you make your way to the bathroom, grabbing your towel on the way before hopping into the shower. As soon as you’re done, Chan slips into the bathroom, taking his shower. When he returns, he slips into bed, muttering a goodnight before turning away.

You make your way to brush your teeth, washing your face before returning to the bed and crawling into bed beside him. You can tell he’s awake by his tense shoulders, his body too tight to be relaxed.

“Chan?” you whisper softly. He grunts, turning to face you, his eyes fixed on you.

“Yes?” his voice is flat. Not mean, but still… it hurts a bit.

“I… nevermind.” You turn away quickly, shrinking into yourself, holding back tears. You didn’t know what it was that made you want to cry. Maybe it was the lack of communication between the both of you. Maybe it was the way his voice sounded each time he talked to you - flat, slightly sharp, and dry.

An awkward silence falls upon the room, before you feel Chan shifting closer to you. And then… His arm wraps around you, chest against your bare back, his voice quiet. “Y/n?”

“Yeah?” you whisper, your voice small, wavering slightly. Chan takes a deep breath, his voice soft. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you mumble again. He pulls you slightly, turning you around to face him, his voice quiet.

“What’s wrong?” he asks quietly, his thumb wiping away a tear you hadn’t noticed.

“It’s nothing,” you say quickly. “Just got… something in my eyes.”

“You’re bad at lying,” Chan responds. “Talk to me.”

“How?” the word slips out before you can stop it. Chan’s brow raises, his eyes confused before he speaks quietly. “What do you mean?”

This was it. This was your chance. And so, you take it. “Don’t you… dislike me?”

You continue, your voice undeniably vulnerable. “I just… everytime we’re alone it doesn’t feel the same as with the others. Not in a bad way, exactly, but… you know. You’re always snappy and- and-”

Your voice cracks, and Chan’s eyes soften the most they ever had in your presence. He gently strokes your cheek, his voice quiet. “I don’t hate you, Y/n. I just…”

He bites his lower lip, his eyes trailing all over your face, forehead pressing against you. You take a deep breath, your eyes wide as his nose brushes yours. “Chan, what are you doing?”

He groans softly, his hand shifting to your waist, grip tight as he murmurs against your lip. “Everytime I’m with you, Y/n, I barely stop myself.”

“Stop yourself?” Fuck. You looked innocent. Too innocent, with your boba brown eyes, wide as they stared up at him. “Like… how- oh.”

Your breath hitches as his head moves down, nose inhaling your scent as it brushes your lips. You gasp softly, and his eyes meet yours, darkened with something. A need. “Y/n, can I?”

His lips are basically touching yours now. You nod.

He growls, groaning as he kisses you, tongue fighting through your pressed lips as he deepens it, body moving firmly against you as you whimper. Whimper. Even that sounded cute and hot at the same time.

His hand trails to your open back, fingers flicking the hook of your bra as you whine, eyes wide when he pulls away. He smirks, eyes half-closed as he gently tugs on it. “Can I?”

You manage to nod. Your clothes are off in a few seconds, laying naked on the bed. He follows suit, his cock throbbing as he kisses you again. When you manage to pull away, gasping for breath, you speak softly. “Chan, I’ve never…”

He pauses, his voice quiet. “Y/n, we don’t have to do this.”

As soon as he begins to pull away, you protest. “No, Chan, it’s fine, I just…”

He nods, understanding in his eyes as he kisses your shoulder softly. “Okay, just tell me if you need me to stop. Promise?”

“I promise,” you answer, eyes wide. As his fingers trail down to your stomach, moving further, you grab his hand quickly. “Chan, wait.”

“Yeah?” he murmurs softly, his eyes soft. You gulp, cheeks flushing. “Can I… try to give you a blowjob?”

How could someone say that so innocently? He nods, helping you up and back down onto your knees, a pillow beneath you. You look up at him, his legs spread, cock ready for you to take as he murmurs softly. “Take it slow. Don’t overwhelm yourself, baby.”

Your legs nearly buckled at his endearment, but you nod quickly. “Okay.”

Gently, you press your hands on his shaft, using the precum forming already to stroke him, your lips puckering as you take a deep breath. He groans slightly at the feel of your warm breath fanning over him, before you take him in slowly.

Very slowly. That’s what you want, and that’s what he wants - for you to take it slow. His fingers thread through your hair as your lips wrap around him, gently pushing an inch in before pulling out, and going at it again. Finding a rhythm, you slowly take in more of him, hands touching him where you couldn’t reach.

He groans softly, eyes rolling back as he growls. “Fuck, Y/n, you feel so good.”

You whine, the vibrations making him neary come already as his hands tighten around your hair, doing his best not to just thrust himself into your mouth all the way. As you move quicker and quicker, whining softly, he groans again. “Y/n, I’m gonna come- fuck- get off if you don’t want me to-”

You just whimper, begging for it. He comes, ropes of it shooting into the back of your throat, even when you pull off, falling onto your skin as your wide eyes look up at him, jaws falling open to show him his whole spectacle in your mouth.

“Swallow for me?” he murmurs gently. You nod, lips clamping shut before swallowing it whole. “Good girl.”

You whimper at the praise, and he laughs immediately, catching on before easily grabbing you in his arms and throwing you onto the bed.

“Gonna eat you out,” Chan mutters, spreading your legs before he looks up at you from between the bed. “Let me know if you need to stop.”

His lips are on you in a flash, sucking at your clit and swiping at your folds, delving slightly into your entrance. He’s relentless, attacking you as you whine, hands falling to his hair as you gasp, his tongue and lips working wonders. You feel yourself about to come, and he taps on your thighs to let you know it’s okay. Falling apart, he licks every drop off of you, lips trailing up your skin, sucking and leaving hickeys, latching onto your breasts before bringing his lips to yours, the tastes of you both mixing.

“Good girl,” he murmurs softly, his fingers finding your folds as he teases you. “You’re so wet, baby… hm?”

Nodding, you lean up to kiss him, hands needing to do something as they wrap around his neck, holding onto him desperately, his hardened dick pressing against your inner thigh before he adjust himself against your entrance. “This okay?”

You nod, and he gently kisses you before slowly pushing himself in. He barely pushes himself in before pulling out, and pushing in again, slowly stretching you out as you whine, whimpering into his mouth as his hands find your waist, pulling you up slightly. As he shifts further into you, the furthest he can go, he pauses to let you adjust. As soon as you give him a nod, he’s moving. Slow, and then suddenly fast.

Lips leaving you, his head falls back, eyes hooded as he looks down at you, fucking you into oblivion as you cry out, whining softly. “Channie, Chan- p-please- it feels g-good-”

“Sh, sh, baby,” he murmurs, groaning softly as he pushes himself into you again, your tightness making his head spin. “Hold onto for me, hm? Good girl.”

Sniffling, you nod, whimpering as he continues to pound his way into you. As soon as he feels your core clenching around him, your hands wild as they ran over the bedsheets, whimpering, sobbing, and crying all at once, he pulls your hip up higher, your moans turning into straight sobs as you beg. “Channie, please, can’t hold on anymore, please, please please, Channie, please-”

“Good girl,” he grinds out, teeth clenched. “Fuck- come on, baby, Y/n, need you to come for me like the good girl you are.”

His words send you to heaven, your head throbbing as you scream, thankful the walls were soundproof, as you cry through your orgasm, him following through as he fucks through it, groaning softly. “Fuck, Y/n… you okay?”

You sniffle, eyes wide as you nod up at him, chest heaving. He gently sets you down on the bed, hands leaving your waist as he rushes to the bathroom, grabbing a warm cloth to clean you up. Kissing your forehead, he grabs the scattered clothes from the ground before speaking. “We should put these back on, although I’d love to see this view every day and night. The members will be roaming around in just a few hours.”

“Okay,” you murmur tiredly. “Thanks, Channie.”

“Get some sleep,” he says, pulling you into his arms. “Let’s talk about this - us - another time. When we get back.”

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The next day, you’re blindfolded, sitting next to Lee Know and Jeongin, judging Felix and Han’s seaweed soup and… interesting egg mixture. As Chan brings the food up to your lips, he murmurs against your ears. “Swallow.”

[shalscumbunny]

The Phantom Troupe over hearing chrollo and fem reader fuck?

The worst of tortures | Chrollo X F.Reader

Summary: Poor members of the Phantom Troupe suffering because they have to listen to their boss fucking his girl hard without any consideration

Pairing: Chrollo X Female!Reader

Warnings: Penetrations, slight mentions of types of sex and torture, attempt at comedy that is not funny

Author’s note: FRIEND, I apologize if this is not what you wanted, I gave it my all, I don't know why I directed it more to a funny situation, but if you don't like it, send me the request again something more specific and I'll do it again, please don't hate me.

Sites: AO3

Chrollo isn't the anxious or desperate type, he doesn't crave being between your legs and possessing you, but he undoubtedly enjoys it immensely when it happens, and occasionally, if you tempt him too much, he'll find himself "forced" to succumb to his baser instincts. 

And you truly enjoy seeing him fall into that temptation. Obviously, you respect him and are somewhat afraid of him for obvious reasons, however, you can't help but strut in front of him wearing shorter clothes than usual or sending provocative pictures while he's in a meeting with the Phantom Troupe.

He's not about to let you get away with it. He's gonna give you what for every time you step out of line, and sometimes that's more often than the Troupe can handle.

It's hilarious how you enjoy it when Chrollo's cock is pounding his cock hard and thick from so much temptation that you give him and you're both moaning like crazy, while Machi and Pakunoda are trying to block out the noise and Shizuku's just making things worse with her off-the-wall comments. 

Shalnark, on the other hand, is all prepped up with his noise-canceling headphones, watching videos, probably of his own S/O, while ignoring the chaos. 

Feitan is probably in another room torturing some poor stranger to distract himself, and Uvogin and Phinks are probably brawling to distract themselves from your high-pitched whimpers begging Chrollo to go deeper.

You also have Franklin and Nobunaga, who fled to the roof, embarrassed to hear the noises, but not embarrassed enough to admit it and hide with others.

Finally Kortopi and Bonolenov who've hidden in a basement where luckily, not much sound carries, but they refuse to share their secret  shelter because it's not big enough for the whole Phantom Troupe. 

Unfortunately, the next day they have to face Chrollo and pretend they have no idea why his chest is covered in scratches and his neck is marked with bites, bruises, and hickeys. 

The worst part is knowing they'll soon have to listen to you again and again, to a point where it's embarrassing to admit they can tell the difference between the sounds when Chrollo eating your pussy, you sucking his cock, or which of your holes he's penetrating.

At the end of the day, you choose to avoid them for a few hours or days because you're dying of embarrassment. You know you're the one torturing their ears for a couple of hours and you can't help but feel bad, but you're also not willing to stop getting pampered or "punished" by Chrollo for it.

Thanks for reading this shit 🤍

[beeeeandpuppycat]

That Leon s(lut) Kennedy smut alph I promised (I forgot so it took me months >:[)

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

No in-between he's either leaving you in bed alone to go work or your gonna wake up snuggled in two strong arms pushed against his chest

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Belly!I can imagine him nuzzling his face into his partners belly in a tired manner after he had a long day

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

ALOT I mean I can imagine he doesn't do it that often so it comes out in one big go! Like doing it on ur face even if he acts embarrassed

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has a bunch of old shitty porn comics under his bed cause he's too embarrassed to actually buy more

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

In-between I mean he's good but considering he doesn't so it much he isn't the best in the world. Still makes the best effort ♡

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

LAP . You sitting on his lap with ur back facing him. His arms wrapped round you for support and his face down in the crook of your neck.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's usually serious himself. Most the time your more goofy seeing this strong man all blush and flustered. Ending with some lil jokes

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's pretty well groomed ? I mean look in the future he dyes his hair and everything. Straight and a pale blonde. A pretty sight to the eyes!

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's a cutie. ^^ not necessarily words of passion or even insults he's usually quiet. But romantic where he holds your waist as tight as possible making sure your as close as you can be.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Does it all secretly cause I know he'd be embarrassed about it . Taking more precautions then he should. Tho at some point he got too pent up and had to do it in some dirty club bathroom :/ (poor leon)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise kink ! More partner complimenting him. It feels nice knowing they really appreciate him. Plus size kink! Both ways. When his partner is taller or shorter. Either way he's getting flustered

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers in the safety of his own home. Hotel rooms mostly places you guys can't be caught . He enjoys the adrenaline but he rather not be seen with his dick out

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Simple touch. Something like a little glance to just your fingers touching when you pass him a pen. The simple jump of his heart when acts like that happen makes this man happy.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything with another person. Even if you would ask he'd end up being uncomfortable

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Receiving.! Of course he tries to give.. but most the time it's not overly good? And he likes the view of seeing you between his thighs.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends. Most the time nice and slow. Taking rather deep thrust each time to savor it. If you guys haven't done it in a long time due to him leaving etc? As fast as he can. Most the time it ends with his hips hurting.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a fan! If your not gonna take your time and enjoy it what's the point of even doing it? He might if it's before he's going on a long trip

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yeah! But his partner would have to bring it up. Or else he doesn't really get put his comfort zone

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

BIG. Big stamina(just like his dic-) what do you expect? Look at this man's muscles. I just know he's able to do it long enough till their partner turns to a rag doll

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No>:[ tho poor guy was rather embarrassed when he came home to see his partner using one on themselves. Atleast he knows your not lonely when he's gone? Can't imagine him really using them on himself more his partner.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Usually he's the one being teased. Tho don't take it too far- it would end with him getting pent up and just doing it himself. (Head down ass up)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Quiet. Small little groups and deep breaths on in a while. Long pants- and occasionally whimpers if you reallyyyy try!

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

At some point when he rent to work he kept seeing this group of cats. It became his routine to bring snacks for them on his way to work! Tho at some point the lil meow meows disappeared. Everything he goes to work he still looks around wondering if they came back

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Just a little bit above average ! Pale with a pretty bubble gum tip and a lil vein going down the bottom. A slight curve in the middle.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not all that high. At some point he became used to not having sex. Tho- after getting with you it definitely became higher.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Silly man falls right asleep. He doesn't really know when to stop so it ends with him just passing himself out at the end

Finally did it!!

[slaytheusurper]

⭑ Fuck men ⭑

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day 7/12 of Smuffmas! Sharing a drink & Toys with Modern!Aegon

12 days of Smuffmas Masterlist

Pairing: Modern!Aegon x Bsf!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, fwb, making out, alcohol consumption, dry humping, blowjob, vibrator play, Aegon fucking you while holding vibrator against both of you ;) and banging on couch.

Summary: After a horrible date, you text Aegon to come over and help cheer you up.

Taglist smuffmas ‘24: @venmondiese

You slammed the door shut behind you as you entered your apartment, you just got back from a date. The guy gave you no pleasure and left you high and dry so you texted your best friend Aegon to come over.

Making your way to the kitchen you poured you and Aegon a glass of red dornish wine, it was only nine in the evening as you left the guys place early after your horrible date. After about thirty minutes, your doorbell finally rang.

Aegon stood in front of you, his hair a bit of a mess and a sympathetic smile on his face. “Don’t look at me like that.” You warned him. He chuckled and followed you to your living room where you had already placed your glasses of wine on the coffee table.

“You know me so well.” He grinned as he grabbed his glass of wine and sat on your couch, you joined him with a sigh. “So... what happened that was so bad?” He asked before taking a gulp of his wine.

“First of all, calm down with that wine and second of all, the guy was so fucking horrible. He lied about having a job, he lives with his mother who was out of town and he uhm-.” He looked at you with an amused smirk. “And?” You rolled your eyes at him.

Cheeks red at your next words, “He had a micro... you know what.” Aegon sprayed his wine over his lap as he bursted out laughing. Even though you and Aegon were very close, you had never talked about yours or his sex life, but your girlfriends were sadly not available. 

“Yeah, yeah real funny.” He seemed to calm down after a minute. “I’m sorry, I feel bad. But he couldn’t- like...pleasure you, in any other way?” You looked away from him with embarrassment and lightly shook your head.

“Hm, well that’s pretty bad.” He chuckled. “Yeah, sorry. Just needed to tell someone. Now I’m fucking frustrated once again.” Aegon put his hand on your back and patted it, trying to hold in his laugh.

“Don’t you have… any...other way?” He almost forced it out but was curious to know. “What do you mean?” You looked at him again. “Well you know...like a toy or something.” Now your face really burned red.

You shrugged. “I guess, but it’s not the same as the feeling of another person.” He seemed to think for a moment, his cheeks dusted pink as well as his ears from the wine. “I uhm...wouldn’t mind.” You looked at him with wide eyes.

“Wait- what?” You asked him, almost in a whisper. “I wouldn’t mind, offering myself up I mean.” Your lips parted and he seemed completely serious. “Well if it would be a sacrifice to you, then I’ll pass.” You laughed softly. 

His face fell and he put down his empty glass. “I didn’t mean it like that, if you’re interested, we could- I don’t know...be, friends... with benefits.” You looked down at your lap, why the fuck did you just feel your clit throb at his words?

“Aegon I don’t know if that’s smart.” He placed his hand on your knee. “It’s just an idea, if you don’t want to, just forget I ever suggested it.” You looked at him closely, sure Aegon was insanely hot and if he wasn’t your close friend, you would totally fuck him.

“I didn’t say that.” That made him lean slightly closer to you. “Then tell me, yes...or no.” You simply nodded and that was all the confirmation Aegon needed before he slammed his lips on yours. You kissed him back fiercely and heat spread through your body.

You didn’t feel remotely like this with the guy from earlier, something about Aegon made you so pent up. You then felt his hands move to your hips as he tried to pull you in his lap. Throwing one leg over his lap, you sat down, his erection evident through his jeans.

His tongue was warm and wet in your mouth, it made you moan at the sensation. Aegon’s hands moved to grip your arse, urging you to move against him. So you did, rolling your hips against his you finally drew his first moans, and fuck did they do things to you.

Your underwear was soaked already and Aegon only tried to hump you faster against his hard cock. Since you still wore your dress from earlier, it was only your thong covering your wet mound as you moved against his jeans covered bulge.

Aegon stopped kissing you, moving down to your neck instead. “You said you had a toy?” He groaned in your neck. “Y-yes.” You mumbled. “Go get it.” He ordered you in a low voice, one that made a shiver run up your spine. 

You moved off his lap and almost sprinted to your bedroom to get the vibrator and a condom. When you came back, Aegon was left just in his boxers and chain around his neck, and he patted the space beside him on the couch. You bit your lip and moved to sit next to him again.

His breaths were heavy in the air and you placed the toy and condom on the coffee table. “What do you want first, for me to eat you out, to suck me off or to immediately fuck you while I’ll hold your vibrator against your clit?” 

You sucked in a breath, the idea of sucking him off while he moaned above you was too good to pass up. “How about...I’ll blow you first, then you fuck me with that toy.” You almost whispered, the words so vulgar towards your best friend.

“Good girl.” Your knees almost buckled at his words and your hand moved to rub his hard on through his boxers, squeezing the tip so precum stained the black material. He groaned at the feeling, letting his head fall back against the couch.

Your hands moved to his waistband and tugged his boxers down, he lifted his hips to help you. Then you moved closer beside him and lowered your head to start kissing his thighs, he inhaled sharply when you started to move closer to his cock.

Reaching his balls, you kissed and licked at them a bit before taking his shaft in your hand. Pumping him before taking him into your mouth. Sucking at the tip, you quickly grew addicted to his tangy and musky taste, letting your tongue glide over his slit.

You sucked him off while moving your hand to his balls, meanwhile Aegon was loudly moaning above you, not being able to hold in his pleas. He stopped you before he could fill your throat and urged you to take off your dress, you did as he asked.

Immediately removing your bra and thong as well, Aegon cussed under his breath as he took you in. “You’re so fucking hot.” You smiled at him and Aegon moved you to lay down on the couch. When his fingers teased your entrance, he huffed out a breath to find you already soaking.

“Fuck you’re so wet for me.” You closed your eyes at the feeling of his fingers. “Please, Aeg just fuck me already, can’t wait.” He chuckled and fetched the condom from the coffee table. He bit the top of it off and rolled the condom over his tip, then he moved to grab the vibrator.

Turning it on, he pressed a few more times to make it vibrate a bit more intensely before he pressed it on your clit. The vibrations made you arch your back off the couch, and moan in pleasure. When he felt he had teased you enough, he let the head of his cock carefully slip into your entrance.

You hissed at the feeling, his cock stretching you out deliciously while he distracted you with the vibrator. When he was fully sheated inside, he started to move, letting the vibrator pleasure your clit while he fucked your tight hole. 

“The way you clench around me feels so fucking good.” He panted, moving his hips a bit faster to draw more of your sweet moans from you. “Gods it feels insane Aegon- don’t stop-” You cried out, his hips now pounded faster into you, his cock hitting your g-spot, while he turned up the vibrations a bit. 

You whined when he slowed. “Move up so I can lay behind you, I’ve got an idea.” He panted, his mind already fogged with lust. You did as he told and waited for him to lay down on the couch, then he helped you lay on his chest, your back pressed to him.

He laid against your pillows and sat up just a bit. Planting his feet into the soft cushion of the couch, he moved your legs on either side over his. Aegon then grabbed his length again, vibrator still in his other hand. Both of you moaning at the feeling of being so close again.

When he filled you to the hilt, he moved the vibrator to cover both your clit and where you were connected. Now knowing what he was up to, you begged for him to continue. It didn’t take much for him to turn it on again and he cried out at the vibrations now also stimulating his cock.

He started to fuck up into you and you fell back against his chest as the feeling of the vibrations and his cock splitting you became almost too much. His now moans turned into whines, filled your ear and you forgot about your lovely neighbours below as the couch creaked with your movements.

“The fucking- toy- feels so good- seven hells!” He strangled out a moan as he fucked you faster, the both of you so close to your release. “Aeg- I’m gonna cum- please- don’t stop-” You whined out, the slick sounds lewdly filling the air as well as the smell of sex. 

“Yeah? You gonna cum baby? So fucking close too-” He groaned in your ear, with only four more thrusts, you clenched and trembled on top of him and screamed his name. Aegon had no mercy and continued to chase his own relief which he soon after found.

“Fuck- fuck- fuck- Yessss!” He cried out as his balls smacked against you, the vibrator overstimulating the both of you. His seed filled up the condom and you could feel his abs clench underneath you. With a few for soft thrusts he quickly turned off the toy and heavy breaths ghosted over your skin.

“That- was fucking insane.” He chuckled, following up with a content sigh. The both of you were pulled out of your highs when there was a loud banging on the door. If only you had considered your neighbours...

Dividers by: @saradika

[just-some-random-blogger]

Visenya | 1

Part 2

He snorts though his jaw tightens, "stupid little girl," he tilts his head and puts his hands in his pockets, "I wanted you before you were any of this."

Daemon Targaryen x Reader x Gwayne Hightower | 4k+ | cw: fem!reader, modern au, stripper!reader, power imbalance, age gap, slow burn?, angst, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: this pairing was voted on but the plot was inspired by anora cuz damn it got me thinking about fics I've read that are better than that film. i said this was gonna be a mini series (i wanted it to have 3 parts) but it feels so much like a train wreck idk fam, so pls if you like this please leave a comment/reblog cuz 🧍‍♀️ what even is this. Edit: nah this slaps

You were no stranger to attention; you had no choice, as it sought you out with a vengeance. For a while, attention was your enemy, a flame you so badly tried to put out, it left your fingertips charred. Now, attention was your comrade, a match you purposely dropped in the woods, the wildfire that warmed your eternal winter.

Once upon a time, you felt your face burn in shame and embarrassment. Once upon a time, you pretended to be completely distracted by the design of your textbook and the music from your earphones, though it was not really the case. Now, you took up space and stared back to whomever did. Now, you made them uncomfortable by being more than a rumor, a reputation, a name.

And for every self-righteous woman in your college that had shit to say about your night job, for every man-child who made it a point to make cheap porno noises whenever you passed them by, you got yourself a new customer, eager to find out about the name on everyone's lips: Visenya.

"I clocked some guys come in for you, V," Mysaria says as she fixes her lipstick. She can't really; the dressing room lights are so dim and purple. It doesn't matter either, cause the entirety of Mockingbird is poorly lit and none of its patrons care for the quality of makeup when ass and tits begin to jiggle. It does matter to her; Mysaria has perfect lipstick every night.

You pull your jeans down, unashamed to change in front of the other dozen girls in the room, having been both so accustomed to both their company and being half-dressed, "oh, yeah?"

"Yeah," she turns to you, "all pretty with suits and ties."

You adjust your cotton underwear, which did you no favors, and slip on your tiny booty shorts. You put on your ulta-glittery, backless micro dress and upon adjusting it on your body, you remember you hadn't shaved your armpits. You check your pits in the mirror and quickly wave yourself off, "it's fine."

Another girl groans, "maybe I should stop shaving too."

You chortle at the sentiment.

"Maybe then the creeps with the big bucks will come to my stall after Visenya over here is done robbing them blind," she chirps, slapping your ass before walking out.

You, as well as the rest, giggle at the thought. You grab your bald cap and begin to fix your hair, calling out to the woman who just left, "I'll send you a creep if you think you can handle one, baby girl!"

You walk towards the mirror, squeezing in beside Mysaria. You continue your conversation, "is he rich?"

The dark haired woman watches you as you expertly put on your silver wig. Pride blossoms in her chest as, once upon a time, it was she who fitted fake hair onto your head as you sobbed over the difficulties of this job. She crosses her arms, tilting he head at you, "very. Sports car, penthouse, granddaddy's money rich."

You fix your lace front and grab the hairspray in your bag, "how you manage to tell all that from how they dress still manages to astound me."

Mysaria smiles as she watches you spray your wig down. You let it dry a bit before wrapping your hairline with your satin band. She watches you put on your makeup. You do it so quickly, it felt haphazard, though it was anything but. She taught you better than to do things like that.

You look at her after you put on your lip gloss. As you smack your lips, you find yourself knitting your brows at her smile, "what? Is it bad?"

Mysaria shakes her head, placing her hands on your shoulders, "no." She affectionately pushes your fake silver hair back, "I'm just so proud of you."

The thought makes you pout.

"I'm so," she clutches your cheeks, "so proud of you," her eyes water, "for persisting. For not taking shit from anyone. For busting your ass off," she takes your chin, "for you."

Your eyes begin to water, "Mysaria."

"You're gonna do what most girls here can't," her breath begins to shake, "I'm both so happy and so sad that you'll be leaving us soon."

You pull her into a tight hug as the rest of the girls in the room coo at your exchange. One of them groans and chucks her mascara on to the table, "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU BITCHES ARE GONNA MAKE ME CRY BEFORE MY SHIFT!"

You and Mysaria chuckle as you break away. Someone offers her a tissue and she grabs it, muttering a soft, "fuck you, V," to you before leaving the room.

You affectionately call out to her, and just then, Littlefinger walks in. Your boss claps his hands before shimmying over, "there she is."

You chuckle as takes you by the hand and spins you around.

"My Visenya, in all her glory" he looks you once over, "armpit hair and all."

You roll your eyes at his remark and pull your hand away mm, "I'm not shaving."

"No!" he shakes his head as he places his hands on his chest, "I would never ask you to do anything you don't want, my queen."

You turn to Mysaria, who promptly rolls her eyes.

"Especially not when you rake in as much money as you do," he grins.

Mysaria rolls her eyes one last time, giving you a final look before walking off. Littlefinger eyes her as she leaves, "go make me some money, baby girl."

"Don't tell me what to do, Petyr."

He chuckles as he turns back to you, "I love it when she calls my name."

You shoot him a look.

"Anyway," he claps his hands, "I have 3 rich assholes in VIP for you and Sandor on standby."

You strap on your thigh garters and heels.

"They're already half drunk and obnoxious, so make sure to make their life a living hell."

You grin, undoing the satin band on your wig, chucking it into your duffel, "with pleasure."

In truth, you don't know why you were so surprised to see the clientele in VIP. You should have known the moment Littlefinger said asshole, he meant your most generous regular: tall, blonde, and trust-fund.

"Konīr issa," a familiar baritone called, making his friends cheer, "Dāria Visenya," he raised a glass, "Tala Zaldrīzoti."

He wasn't an asshole per se, just a cocky rich guy that's very much full of himself and needs an attitude check. It's easier to just call him an asshole though.

You stalk over to the three men, eyes locked on the one with hair as fair as yours. You place your hands on your hips once you're in front of him. The man leans back and spreads his thighs, a stupid open mouthed half-grin on his face.

His friends holler like teenagers when you step your 6-inch heel on his lap. You lean forward, "you gonna translate that for me, honey?"

He gulps and grits his teeth, grin not wavering once.

"Woahhhh, Daemon," his friend yells, "you gonna let this hooker bitch talk to you like that?"

The same man yells again, only this time it's because you kick him back and dig your heel into his, making sure it hurts, "you wanna say that to my face, little boy?"

Daemon's eyes are on your leg. He so badly wants to touch you.

He yelps and tries to push your foot away, but you pull away before he can touch you.

You click your tongue, "someone clearly didn't listen to Sandor's briefing."

"Fuck you, you psycho-"

"And that's strike three," you raise a finger and turn to the door, "Sandor!"

Not a second later, a hulking man walks in, rolling his neck and shoulders back. His eyes are on you, and you merely point your finger to the man beside Daemon. Without a word, Sandor grabs him by the collar and forces him to his feet.

"W- get your fucking hands off me," he swats Sandor's hands off him.

Sandor glares, "you get three warnings from her and one big one from me. Get the fuck out of here."

He brushes his suit jacket off and combs through his hair, "I paid 500 to see this stripper shake her ass."

Sandor's face curls and so does yours. You raise your brows, "you paid for the Visenya Experience and your idiocy has led your experience to be getting thrown out by her Hound."

The man scoffs, "listen, sweet cheeks, I'm not fucking-"

Sandor shuts him up by punching him in the belly. The man lurches forward, not a morsel of fight left in him as he's dragged off. You grin and wave goodbye, "thank you, Sandor."

He nods, "you're welcome, V."

You turn back to Daemon and his remaining friend when the door closes. You cross your arms and walk over to the latter, "did that scare you, kitty?"

The man turns to Daemon but Daemon's eyes are locked on you, watching intently as you rest your knee on his friend's instead of his. He breathes heavily as when you turn to him.

"What's this one called?"

Daemon immediately answers, "Robb."

"Robb," you turn to the said man, reaching for his face. You see him anticipate your touch, which is why you pull away with a lopsided smile. You walk off to the poll in front of you, "I asked you a question, Robb."

Both men watch you as you walk around the poll.

Robb examines the shape of your legs, "...no."

Daemon counts the steps you take, as by now, he knows your routine by heart.

"Good," you stop in your tracks, "what about you, Daemon. You owe me a translation."

Daemon licks his lips. He wonders what punishment you'll have for him if he disobeys, but he'd rather not have you on your bad side today, not when this would be the last time he'd see you. He translates the words he spoke in High Valyrian, "there she is, Queen Visenya. Daughter of Dragons."

You tilt your head, "cute."

Robb gasps when you continue your routine. He'd seen pole dancing before, but what you just did was not something he'd ever seen before. You dip and spin and twirl so effortlessly; you've done this dance so many times you don't break a sweat. Daemon shifts in his seat and tilts his head in anticipation for his favorite move.

You climb up the poll and invert into an Eros position, slowly dropping down to your hands before doing a forward walk over.

Daemon huffs as you flip your hair back. He pulls out a thick fold of cash and looks at you expectantly. You smile and beckon him over.

He immediately drops to his knees and crawls towards you. His hands brush up and down your thigh until it's as warm as his palms, and then he takes his time hooking each bill into one of your thigh garters.

You turn to Robb and tilt your head, "my other thigh is cold, kitty cat."

Robb jumps off his seat and pulls out his wallet, garnering your other garter with all the cash he had at hand.

The two extended their session until Mockingbird's closing time, and when that came around, Sandor had to get involved because neither refused to leave.

Robb is now shirtless and drunk out of his mind; you have to hand him his dress shirt and suit jacket as he's pulled by the arm amidst his begging, "no wait, please— save me a dance tomorrow. You have to let me-"

"She doesn't owe you shit," Sandor grunts, shoving him out the room.

You smile and wave at him.

"B- wai- why does Daemon get to stay?!"

You turn to Daemon, who's lingering beside you. His jaw length hair is tousled, and the first four buttons of his shirt is undone. Though he had about as much to drink as Robb, you could tell from the focus of his lilac eyes, he wasn't drunk at all. You shrug and purse your lips, "yeah... why do you get to stay?"

Daemon eyes your body, "because my queen lets me."

Sandor manages to muscle Robb out, who huffs defeatedly outside VIP. The tall man then turns to you, asking plainly, "in or out, V?"

You smile at Daemon and turn to Sandor, "in. Give me 5."

With that, Sandor nods and closes the door.

Now that it's just you and him, the air is different. Your heart races when Daemon circles behind you and brushes your hair back. You feel your breathing as he leans close, so close that the tip of his nose brushes against the shell if your ear, "lift your hair for me."

You feel your skin prickle at his hot breath. You suck in a deep breath before doing what you're told. The air is completely different.

He brings his arms over and around you, and soon, you feel a brush of a cold metal on your burning skin.

"Happy graduation."

You drop your hair and look down at your décolletage. You brush your hands against the small, shimmering diamonds before turning around, "stalker."

Daemon drinks you in. He imagines what you would look like in a floor length dress under normal lights. He is pleased by how you inspect your reflection in the mirror, "it suits you."

You turn back to him, "how do you know about my graduation?"

"Mmm, a smart girl like you refusing to schedule more dances with me?" he clicks his tongue, "something clearly made you think you're too good for my money now."

You chuckle and cross your arms.

"Between you and me," he pulls out a bill, "the paper you get from me is better than the one you're gonna get from your kindergarten."

You roll your eyes at him but gladly take the money, "some of us don't want to live at the mercy of sleazy men's paper."

He snorts and puts his hands in his pockets, "we're all at the mercy of some sleazy man's paper, doll face."

"At least I don't have to walk around every night feeling like a piece of meat."

He does not reply. There's nothing he can say to that.

You stare at each other for a moment before moving to unclasp your necklace.

"No," he raises a hand, "it's a gift."

"You know I only take cash, Daemon."

"It's worth more than everything I've paid you tonight," he motions, "if you really don't want to keep it, go pawn it or something. Buy yourself a car or pay a few months of rent with it."

Just as you remove the necklace, he steps back and tilts his head at you.

You stare back at him, holding the necklace up.

"It spells out Visenya, you know," he points to each dangling stone, "V-i-s-e-n-y-a."

"Cute."

"I would have spelled it out after your real name, had I known it."

You shrug, "you should probably just go find a real Visenya then."

"Or, I can just make you another one once you tell me your-"

"Daemon-"

"It's your last night. When will I ever get to see you again?"

"Hopefully," you shake your arm for emphasis, "never."

He raises his brows, "please?"

"If you don't take this necklace, I'll never tell you."

"So... you'll keep it if I don't get your name?"

Your brows quirk.

You both stare at each other until the door flies open. Sandor cocks his head to the side, "come on, blondie. Time's up."

You turn to Sandor, but Daemon's eyes remain on you. When you look back at him, his hand is out for a handshake. For a split second, you think of shoving the necklace into his palm, but you decide against it.

His hand is as warm as it always is when you take it. Your breath hitches when he leans it and presses a kiss at the back of your hand. His eyes remain on you until he pulls away, "till we meet again, my queen."

Sandor gives him a twisted look as he walks away, but you, you watch him intently as he walks down the hall. The former scoffs, "fucking jackass."

So, no, you weren't a stranger to attention at all. It was exactly that, your ability to attract attention and manage it under your thumb that you found yourself where you were today, soaking in all the attention in this gala, only to shrug it off your shoulders.

You cared little for the attention offered in this place anyway. It's not like any of it was genuine.

"Sorry I took so long, my love."

You barely manage to turn before you feel a kiss on your lips. Your eyes widen at the lipstick stain left on his face as he pulls away, "Gwayne! I'm wearing red."

Gwayne places a hand in your waist, bringing you close to him, "mmm, yes. I'm not colorblind, my dear."

His pale blue eyes rove over the form of your red of your dress as you rub off the red lipstick on his mouth. You raise a brow, "I take that it went well."

He groans and leans into your neck, "must I talk about work with my wife as well?"

Wife. The word makes you smile, and you do, but you still push him away, "I'm not your wife, Mr. Hightower."

"Mmm," he takes your hand and rubs your knuckles with his thumb, completely focused on the feel of your skin rather than the large marquise-shaped emerald on your ring finger that he proposed to you with, "count your days. You will only be able to tease me with this for so long."

Your laugh is cut short by the feel of his lips on yours. You push him away again, and this time, the mark on his mouth is so big, you are concerned by how your own mouth looks, "Gwayne!"

He chases after your lips, stealing another kiss. When you push him away this time, you break away all together, quickly covering your mouth, knowing red was smeared all over. He does not flinch when you swat his arm, nor when you pull out the handkerchief from his breast pocket as you instruct him to wipe the mess off his face.

He does just that as he watches you run off to the ladies' room with a hand hovering your face. He cannot wait to marry you.

The moment you're in the bathroom, you make a beeline for a tissue dispenser and walk towards the mirror. You were glad he didn't do so much damage that you'd have to use makeup to fix it. You wipe red off the edges of your lips and on your chin, then inspect the rest of your body. After looking yourself once over, you chuck the used tissue into the bin and head out.

You stop in your tracks when you see Alicent and two of her friends at the door. Their conversation runs dry when they see you. You press your lips into a soft smile, rubbing your hands together as you walk past them.

The moment you do, they break into loud laughs, and you pointedly hear Alicent say, "no, I know, it's embarrassing."

You shake your head, telling yourself not to think about her as you go back to Gwayne. The only problem was, he was no longer where you had left him, and you quickly figured he was probably pulled by the collar into another conversation with some rich old man who wanted to absorb him into his company.

You decide to simply wait for him in the same spot, completely turned off by the idea of joining in a conversation with rich old men.

Suddenly, your ears ring at the name you hear. Of course, it wasn't your name, so you ignore it.

But there it is again: Visenya. You swear you even recognize the voice.

"V!"

The call was so loud, you had to look.

Your brows raise and your lips part. The man who had been so eager to run to you now grows laggardly, in disbelief it was actually you.

In truth, you had never seen him in proper light, but there was no mistaking his blonde hair or his violet eyes. He stops a few paces from you and he's unmistakable as he sighs. You take in his suit and the shorter cut of his hair. He takes in your floor length dress.

"You know," he chuckles softly, "I've only ever dreamed of seeing you like this."

You raise your brows and tilt your head, "sorry, do I know you?"

He laughs. Loud. He clutches his belly and steps forward, "her majesty forgets the face of her subjects too quickly."

You chortle and turn away, shaking your head at his ridiculousness.

Unlike you, he does not stifle his laughter. "Konīr issa, Dāria Visenya, Tala Zaldrīzoti."

You hum and cross your arms. You purse your lips, "you gonna translate that for me... old man?"

Oh, he's missed this. He chuckles, "I assure you," he takes another step, "I am just as capable, if not more, in my age now than years ago."

"Capable," you pull your head back, "of what?"

"Everything."

You chuckle dryly, "you haven't changed a bit, haven't you?"

"No, but you-" he reaches a hand out, "-clearly have."

You ignore his hand in lieu of rubbing your chest and pouting at him, "don't worry. It's never too late for some change. I mean," you point, "you managed to get a haircut."

He chuckles, brushing his hair back as he stares at your décolletage, "and you managed to lose my necklace."

"Ha... an odd response."

"Is it, when you bare neck is begging for my diamonds," he raises a finger, "V-i-s-e-n-y-a."

Your forehead curls, "baby's first-time spelling?"

"Baby?" he excitedly chuckles, "if we're talking about babies, I-"

"For gods' sake, Daemon."

You step back as Gwayne comes between you both.

"I turn around for one second, then the next you're here, sticking your nose into my business."

Daemon scowls, "this is literally none of your business, Hightower."

"Oh," he chuckles dryly, "I do beg to differ."

You can see his face begin to turn as red as his hair, "Gwayne-"

"No," Daemon laughs, "you work for him?"

Your lips curl at his words, "no." Gwayne looks between the two of you as you say, "I'm his partner."

"O h !" the blonde gasps exaggeratedly, raising his hands, "pardon me for the semantics."

"No, as in we're going to get married, Daemon," you blurt, showing him the back of your hand.

Daemon's entire expression drops at the sight of your ring.

This put Gwayne all the more on edge. He pulls a pinched expression as he asks you, "time out. You two know each other?"

"Unfortunately," you retort.

Daemon scoffs. He clenches his jaw and raises his brows, "why don't you ask her how we know each other, Gwayne."

You give Daemon a look.

"While you're at it, why don't you ask her about her old pal, Visenya."

"Visenya?" Gwayne repeats, turning to Daemon.

"Yes, Visenya," Daemon sneers at him, though his eyes remain on you, "go on, ask her!"

Your face twists at his expression.

"And what makes you think I wouldn't already know about her?" Gwayne snaps.

Daemon finally looks at Gwayne.

His shoulders are tense, and his face is hard, "or that I would ever be baited by someone as degenerate as you?"

"Alright," you grab Gwayne's arm, "that's enough."

"What do you know about Visenya?" Daemon asks, like a wronged child.

"I know that if you every try to hang this over her head, I will make sure you never be able to work in-"

"I said that's enough, Gwayne," you cut him off, pulling him away from Daemon.

Gwayne's nostrils flare as he turns to you. He clenches and unclenches his jaw as his chest heaves. You shake your head. He speaks out your name.

The sound of it makes Daemon tense and his belly churn.

You clutch Gwayne's cheeks and offer him a reassuring look. Without a word, the two of you walk off, intent on going home. Daemon does nothing, can do nothing but stand there, watching you as he tests the sound of your name in his mouth, over and over again under his breath.

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For When You Feel Alone

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word count- 2,031

Summary- An ‘open when you feel alone’ letter written to you from your mom, Wanda.

Warnings- Talking about feeling alone, mentions of almost breaking a leg jumping out a window ( not in a serious way in a funny way ) very fluffy sappy writing. R is referred to as Elizabeth / Ellie in some parts :)

Ngl I think Wanda is the kind of mom we all want :/

ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ <3 ᗢ

Open When You Feel Alone <3

Dear Elizabeth,

Hey Sweetheart, it’s Mama.

I would like to start this letter off by asking how you are, but if you're reading this, then sadly I already know the answer.

My poor sweet girl, I am so sorry that you are feeling this way. It pains me to even think of you feeling so alone.

Before I get into this, before I go any further I need you to know something, I just need to say it, need you to hear it. I love you so, so very much.

Now, don’t be mad. I know when I asked if you’d like me to write you these letters for when you went off to college, you’d said not to. You told me that you would be okay, that you are a grown up now, that you are strong and independent and can take care of yourself.

I still remember the exact look on your face while you said those words. The pride and confidence behind them really shone through your eyes. I knew then that you were ready to leave home, I could see it in you. You were ready to take that leap and go out into the world, ready to find your place in it.

I know you, sweet girl, I’ve watched you grow up, from the sweetest baby into the most wonderful grown woman you are. I know how capable you are. You’ve worked so hard to get to where you are now and I am so so proud of you, everyday in fact.

That being said, I am still your mother and you will always be my baby. So I hid this letter, along with a few others, in your suitcase before you left.

Which, might I add, was no easy task. The first time I tried to get a few of these letters safely in your suitcase I attempted to pull off an Avengers level stealth mission to try and sneak them in there while you weren’t at home.

I knew what I was doing, suggesting that you take Billy and Tommy out for ice cream. I knew it would give me the time I needed, not only to clean up after your two little brothers but also to get this where I knew it needed to be. What I did not, however, anticipate at all was you coming back so early.

Basically, to make a very long and embarrassing story short, when I heard the front door open and shut, I panicked for absolutely no reason. It was a level ten, metaphorical sirens blaring, palms sweating, hands shaking, type of panic.

Then I heard all three of you coming up the stairs and my cognitive thinking just seemed to evaporate…so I launched myself, head first, out your bedroom window.

Don’t worry, I did catch myself before I hit the floor on that two story drop, in fact I seemed to make it out of the ordeal with little more than a bruised ego. Although, I’m not quite sure if I’ll ever recover from having to explain to your aunt Agatha why I had to make that jump. She laughed so loud all the birds from the trees in the garden all flew away in a hurry. She just couldn’t understand why I panicked so much, honestly neither could I.

But if this helps at all, if I’m right and you find my ridiculous behaviour as funny as I do, in any way, then the almost broken leg and what I’m sure will be years of listening to Agatha tease me is well worth it. Plus, I just wanted you to have this in case you need it, in case you need me.

It was my hope for you, when you were born, that you would always feel how much I love you, no matter how far we are from one another or for how long. Even if we ever had an argument of some sort, you must know I would still love you.

If you're reading this right now then that means I was right to hide this for you, but don’t let that deter you from reading the rest of this letter, mothers (at least when it comes to me and your grandmother) are usually right.

I suppose it’s just this sense that we have, or maybe a hope, that our children will always need us in some way or another and that we will always be there for them.

I’m still here for you Ellie, no matter how far we are from one another, no matter how long we’ve been apart. It doesn’t matter to me what you need me for, something big or small, I don’t care what time it is, if you need me I’ll be there.

I know that if you're reading this, you probably don’t feel like you can pick up the phone and call me to talk about whatever it is that’s bothering you and that's okay.

I wish I could reach out right now and take you into my arms. To hold you, close to my heart, to keep you safe and warm. I wish I could assure you that you are not alone, sweetheart. I will always be with you, as you are with me.

But you deserve to have some time to think things over in your own way, by yourself and then you can come to me when you are ready. But please do come to me Elizabeth. I absolutely hate the thought of you feeling alone, or worse, as if you can’t reach out to me.

I know that you will want to try to figure this out on your own first and that’s okay. Maybe you will, I have every faith in you. Even so, you can still talk to me about it, even when, whatever this is, is all over. I still want to know how you are doing, what’s going on in my child’s lift, the good and bad.

I know it is hard to be away from home, I remember vividly how it felt when I had to leave your grandparents and uncle behind to go away for college.

I know how hard it is to be in a new place, with new people, learning new things. It’s scary and it can be a little overwhelming. It can also feel a little isolating, even when you're surrounded by people. Even when the people you are surrounded by are meant to be your friends…

Before you left we had a conversation about your friends, do you remember that?

I remember how upset you were, how alone you felt from the way they were treating you.

Do you remember what I did when you came to me crying because of it?

I took you into my arms, the way I always do when you're upset, and I held you. You wrapped your arms around me so tightly and cried for what felt like hours.

It’s never easy for a mother to see their child so upset, but I was so relieved that you felt safe enough with me to let yourself feel that way, to just let it all out and know that I had you.

After you were done crying, you explained to me what was going on, you yelled a lot and cried some more. You were so angry and so, so tired, I could see it in your eyes Ellie. I could feel the hurt and loneliness pouring off of you in constant motion. I could see it.

I remember you pacing and pleading with no one and nothing in particular to understand why anyone would treat another person that way, least of all why your friends would do so to you.

I remember watching you go through all of that, I remember how you got more and more worked up, until, eventually, you stopped. Everything in the room stopped, it was as if something in your brain had clicked into place and suddenly, everything you were talking about didn’t seem so big anymore.

You just took one big deep breath in and when you let it go I could see in your eyes that you felt more at peace. The loneliness, frustration and fear for how long those feelings would last, they were all still there, weighing on your mind. All of it. But it wasn’t as heavy because you had shared it with me.

I remember how proud of you I was, because you needed something, you needed me to be there to listen and to make sure you could break down safely. You knew you needed help and you came to me. I was and still am so proud of you for that.

I just wanted to remind you of that, not to upset you further, but to remind you of how important it is to let someone in. To allow someone to help. Even if it means I just sit on the phone and listen to you talk or cry or scream. I can do that. I can be there for you in whatever way you need because I’m your mother and that’s my job.

Even if what you need is for me to get into the car and drive to you, I can do it. You need me to bring your childhood bear with me, just for that bit of extra comfort? I have it ready to go, just in case. You want some of your comfort food, mama cuddles and a movie? Make room for me Ellie because I am on the way.

There isn’t a single thing I wouldn’t do for you sweetheart. I hope you know that. I need you to know that.

Right about now you're probably reading this thinking ‘oh wow moms so extra’ or ‘so cringe.’ ( At least that’s what the twins have been saying about me lately.) But what I’m saying is true, Ellie.

I know you well enough to know that, at this point, you are probably on the verge of tears but won’t let yourself cry.

You can cry if you need to, honey. It’s okay to let it out. I know you think you can’t because other people have gone through worse things, survived worse things and so you shouldn’t cry over something you deem as “small.” But there is no measure of pain. If you are upset, or tired, or overwhelmed, or if you simply just feel the need to cry. Let it out. It’s okay to cry.

It doesn’t make you any less capable. It doesn’t mean you are weak. It doesn’t mean you are looking for attention. It doesn’t undo any of the progress you’ve made. It doesn’t mean a single thing, it doesn’t have to.

Plus, it might make you feel better.

Honestly, Ellie I could go on forever and ever about how proud I am of you and how all I want in this world is for you to know how loved you are. How important and special you are. But I know that you don’t have all the time in the world to read as much as I could write about all of that.

So I just want to ask you to do something for me, just to put your mama’s mind at ease.

Please take care of yourself sweetheart. Drink some water. Get yourself something to eat, even if it’s just something small. If you're feeling up to it, go for a shower, I know you hate all the effort and time that goes into it but I also know that you always end up feeling just a little better after words. Put on some comfortable clothes. Try to get some sleep. Do whatever it is you need to do just to get yourself that little bit of comfort you need to make yourself feel better.

I trust you. I know you can handle this. I know you are so fully capable of taking care of yourself. Take things one step at a time, one breath at a time. You’ve got this Ellie.

I love you. Remember that always.

- Mama.

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A/n - For the anon who commissioned this fic, I hope you like it love :)

[starlightsearches]

Tis I hanging out in your inbox while you’re on break. Ever think about giving Hux sloppy toppy under his desk in his office.

Learning Curve

I'm definitely thinking about it now, bestie!!! Thanks for indulging me, as always!!

requests are always open but i'm slow 😬

Armitage Hux x GN Reader

18+ only, oral (m), porn without plot. Let me know what you think, my loves!!

It's a formality, really.

That's what Hux tells himself as he watches you slide to the floor, a breath skipping from his lungs when you grip at his thighs to guide yourself down onto the ground. There's no need for you to hide like this—his office door is locked with no exceptions for entry, as it always is when you're with him.

It's just that he'd been too close, too volatile, in the moments before this one, with his hips rutting into yours, his body bearing down on you so harshly that your back bowed with the pressure. And there was that teasing smile on your lips, the one he felt etching into his skin with every heated kiss.

His arm circling your waist, your hands in his hair, the bruising grip he had at the juncture of your hip, and close just wasn't close enough.

Hux was losing some fragment of himself he couldn't afford to part with.

Not now, not when he was supposed to be working.

And so he had tried to stop it, to sidestep the embarrassment he knew was coming. He had broken from the kiss, turned his face away from your own, heart stuttering when he felt your lips at his neck, untroubled as always.

"I should—" a horrible start, his voice high and keening. Armitage had coughed, trying to clear his head from the dizzying heat of you. "I should be getting back to work."

And now this—you on your knees, a shadow falling over your eyes from the edge of his desk, tucked so neatly beneath him. He catches your gaze, watches, mouth dry, as you trail your fingers up and down his thighs, sparking his skin like the head of a match against a striker.

And it's just a formality, this shelter you've found. But Armitage can't deny that he likes the look of it.

"What are you doing?" Hux whispers the words, strangely breathless.

He knows what you're doing. His body has reacted to it in all the familiar ways—a path worn too deeply, even before you'd ever glanced in his direction.

Your head lolls to the side, resting against his knee. Your lips are flushed and swollen, and one of your hands has made it to the top of his thighs, palm just pressing against his swelling cock, solid enough to force another heavy breath from his lungs.

"I'm letting you get back to work," you whisper innocently, but the unspoken language between you is too loud for anything like that.

Hux nods, pretends, resting his forearms against the edge of his desk as he traps you in the space beneath him.

He scans the space with unseeing eyes, tries to think of any of the tasks that had been nagging at him before, unsuccessfully. Beneath the gleaming surface of his desk, this symbol of everything Hux has accomplished, there's the spark of your touch, the rumble of his zipper.

Armitage lets his eyes fall closed, a gasp on his lips when his aching cock meets the cold air of his office, your hand just barely stroking at his flushed length.

There's nothing for him to grab onto, no handful of your hair or the expanse of his bed sheets. Hux lets his hands curl into tight fists, leather squeaking against the glass surface, his teeth clenched so tightly his jaw might snap as he waits for the next hint of movement from you.

You've lifted your head from where it had rested, and Hux is only half sure he's not imagining the wet heat of your breath against the tip of his cock, lips so near where he wants them—the inviting softness of your mouth and this pleasure you would offer him.

He tries his best to picture it, and feels his cock twitch in your hand at the image of you, glassy eyes and shining skin, your tongue pink between wet lips as you taste him.

"Please," Armitage can't help but beg, certain the anticipation will kill him.

The warmth registers first, and then the wetness—strings of spit dripping from between your lips, painting his skin. You spread them with the palm of your hand, cupping at the head, gathering the first hints of his spend and coating the rest of his length with it, stroking him more earnestly.

The groan that bursts through his lips comes from some place deep inside him.

You hum, pleased. Hux can feel it—in his chest, and, more importantly, against his cock. Your lips just brushing the vein on the underside of his dick, moving up, up, up until your bottom lip catches on the ridge of his head, lips parting to invite him into the divine comfort of your mouth.

One hand jerks from where it rests, but Armitage can't reach you. He lets his fingers grip at the edge of the table instead, savors the bite of it against his palm.

The feeling of you is indescribable. Perfect, even. So attuned to his needs with your hollowed cheeks and the rhythm of your hand, stroking all the places your mouth can't reach.

Hux feels the ecstasy build within him, the indomitable warmth in his chest and the pit of his stomach and the tops of his thighs—the feeling of your skin against his painting his whole body in an indulgent glow.

Armitage spills into your mouth with a moan on his lips that carries your name.

[multxfacies]

The way her laugh softened when she teased about his sister made something stir in his chest. “Oh, she was livid,” he admitted with a chuckle, shaking his head. “But, hey, it was worth a shot. And to be fair, my baking game has improved since then. I can even make a mean boxed brownie mix now—microwave fires are a thing of the past..."

The banter felt so easy, so natural, and when Sage finally leaned back and started to answer his question, Sam didn’t expect her to falter. The way her voice shifted, the slight flush on her cheeks, caught him off guard. And then the words came: Her confession hit him like a jolt, and for a moment, his grin slipped, replaced by a look of quiet surprise. He watched as embarrassment quickly overtook her, the way she avoided his gaze, and something in him softened.

“You know,” he said quietly, his voice dipping lower as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze, “I was just supposed to be the fake boyfriend. Charm a few relatives, deflect some awkward questions, and sneak off for a glass of whiskey. Easy gig, right?” His grin returned, soft and laced with warmth. “But then you go and drop something like that on me, and suddenly I’m questioning the job description.” He let out a soft chuckle, glancing down at their joined hands. “For the record, I didn’t sign up for the part where the fake girlfriend keeps surprising me...but...” He took another sip of his whiskey, setting it down carefully before leaning in just slightly.

His tone shifted again, quiet but steady. “You don’t have to say anything else, Sage. But if this fake thing is starting to feel a little… complicated for you, you’re not alone in that.” The humor flickered back into his expression as he added with a smirk, “Just promise me that accountant isn’t still in the picture. I don’t think I can compete with someone that good at math.” He chuckled as he gave her hand another squeeze.

"Stop, please," Sage warned him gaily, rolling her eyes. "I am far from being refined... Honestly when I was growing up, I... felt like I was adopted... struggled so much." She had struggled with both, especially French. How ironic that she picked up Arabic faster than the very language her parents spoke around the house. Sage pursed her lips, snickering at his recount about his high school days. "You know what, I hated that part of biology." She took a sip of the Macallan and sighed. It felt surreal, her whole life - being surrounded with modern luxury, elite status and haughty family members and yet... yet she felt closer to Sam's humble beginnings instead.

Sage leaned against her palm, elbow resting on the top of the sofa as she listened to Sam talk. Damn, she could listen to him recount the most boring stories (not that anything ever was with him) and she wouldn't even want to look away and not listen to his voice. Sage laughed the very moment he mentioned the fire department. "Your sister must have been... fuming..." It was cute... yet endearing as she pictured a younger Sam running around the kitchen trying to impress a girl. Then Sage felt slightly jealous... to this girl he was trying to impress with his non-existent baking skills. It was so silly - she had obviously never met this... girl. Nor did she even know who she was.

Sage had to stifle a laugh out loud moment at his words, "I did date an accountant and you knew that!" Sage interjected, giggling ad she hit the top of his right arm playfully. She narrowed her eyes at Sam, her blue hues still glimmering with mischief. "All right, all right... Something you don't know about me..." Sage paused for a moment before taking another sip of the ridiculously expensive whiskey. She contemplated on telling him her stupid teenage secrets but... Perhaps it was liquid courage swirling around her veins, or perhaps the whole evening of him charming everyone's pants off (hers included) has finally got to her. With her lips against the rim of the glass, Sage's cheek flushed as she spoke. "I've been nursing the biggest crush on you since we met at the hospital." Embarrassment immediately washed over her, threatening to pull her towards the edge and Sage regretted saying it out loud. She suddenly felt like a budding teenager, confessing her undying love towards Brendan Fraser. When she finally sobered up, Sage could barely look at the man in front of her.

[tgmsunmontue]

PROMPT TWENTYNINE - "Christmas at TOPGUN"

29 December 2024 - 1/3 parts (30th and 31st December are posting schedule)

(Set prior to events of TG:M, post break-up and making up).

…          …          …

              Jake gets in on the 23rd, not having anything better to occupy his time before he starts his stint as an instructor at Top Gun in the New Year. When he reports in Admiral Anderson stops him just before he manages to escape and he grits his teeth, wants to shower and collapse into the likely hellishly uncomfortable bed in his as yet unseen base accommodation.

              “I’m hosting a dinner at my place; for all the instructors who can’t get leave or simply have too far to travel to be with family. You’re more than welcome to join us.”

              Jake thinks that’s a very diplomatic and roundabout way of saying alone, but he accepts regardless, fairly certain that sitting in the quiet of his new base accommodation and nursing a bottle of bourbon is not the way to go; along with the fact it sounds closer to an order than an actual invitation. He can’t even use the excuse he’s recently single, the break-up eighteen months ago now. He’s tried to keep himself busy, distracted, letting his leave carry over and accumulate, will wait to spend it with Javy or when he’s told he has to take it.

…          …          …

              Two days later, a lot more rested, he knocks on the door to the house of the address Admiral Anderson had given him. His wife is clearly very much into Christmas, the front door decorated with a large wreath and when the door opens it reveals a veritable winter wonderland; except it’s warm with the scent of spices and fresh baked goods and he can see a table set for fourteen people, the tablecloth and runner all very thematic and he lets himself feel a little hope that maybe he’ll start feeling a little Christmas spirit.

              He passes over the bottle of wine he brought with him and Admiral Anderson introduces him to his wife, Mary, pours him a glass of wine and waves him off to introduce himself to everyone. He turns with a smile plastered on his face, ready to make nice and be charming, but all hope drains away as his eyes fall on a person tucked into the corner, clearly trying to become one with the wall and his heart stalls and his stomach drops.

              “Hangman…”

              “Rooster. Been a while…”

              There’s a displeased twist to his lips and Jake feels his jaw tense in annoyance.

              “Yeah, five hun-” Bradley-Rooster-Bradshaw starts before he snaps his mouth shut sharply and looks away. Jake can see the ruddy flush on his neck, the one that appears when he’s embarrassed, or angry or… aroused. Fucked if he knows what it means right now though, and he wonders what he was going to say, thinks about it quickly.

              “Five hundred days?” Jake surmises, and he’s shifting from annoyed into angry pretty damned quickly. Maybe the bourbon and being alone was the better option. Bradley shifts slightly, eyes glancing to look at him before immediately flicking away again. Jake can see how tense and stiff he is but he doesn’t understand what his issue is. He won’t pick a fight, not here, not now. He has forced himself not to keep tabs on Bradley’s movements, wishes he’d maybe been a little more prepared for this.

              “And fifty,” Bradley adds under his breath and Jake glances around, wonders if there is somewhere else they can go. If that’s even a good idea or not.

              “What the fuck Bradley?”

              “What do you mean what the fuck? You broke up with me.”

              “What? No I didn’t. You broke up with me,” Jake hisses quietly under his breath, because he doesn’t think either of them want their past relationship broadcast to everyone here. However Bradley is staring at him like he’s grown another head and Jake imagines his expression is similar. “You said you didn’t want to be my boyfriend anymore…” he bites out, getting a flash of the same hurt fresh as it had happened apparently five hundred and fifty days ago. Because Bradshaw fucking counted the days since he broke Jake’s heart.

              “Yeah, but that’s not what I wanted…”

              “Enlighten me Bradshaw, what did you mean?”

              “Wanted to propose. Said I wanted to be more than your boyfriend, not that I didn’t want to be your boyfriend anymore…”

              He thinks he might throw up, swears under his breath and shoves his wine glass toward the nearest flat surface before heading toward the front door. He doesn’t remember Bradley’s exact words, just remembers going from happy and relieved to seeing Bradley back from being deployed to suddenly being on the defensive. His anger and embarrassment at apparently being far deeper in their relationship emotions wise than Bradley making him lash and snap out, knowing exactly what to say to hurt Bradley the most.

              And now to find out that he’s been wrong all this time?

              He is sick then, makes it far enough from the house that he hopes Mary and Admiral Anderson can forgive him for unintentionally fertilising one of their shrubs. He wipes at his mouth, feels a little shaky and shivery, his coat inside. Except it’s not, Bradley is standing there holding it out, his expression serious.

              “I think we need to talk.”

(Today I learnt that scheduled posts post regardless of whether you queue is paused or not, so some of you may have seen the picture before I finished the fic, but I deleted the post after about 15 minutes... You aren't imagining things!)

[jugsonmydick]

I don't believe that this is a kink, dude...maybe you're just a run of the mill, creepy male rapist. The loser bi chicks in your inbox believe that this is a kink, but I doubt any normal person would. I think you really ARE a dangerous male. This is reality. This is who you are. Your masturbatory fantasies confirm you to be inhuman, because all rape lovers surrender their humanity via their arousal towards stripping someone else of their body and their own right to it. Those who claim that their violent rape fantasies are simply fantasies are trying to preserve their own sanity and supposed innocence. I don't feel sympathy for you, but in that same vein, i couldn't possibly imagine what would drive someone to these fetishes and ways of thinking. Similar blogs focused on raping lesbian women also vex me, but at the same time, don't as much as yours does. The way you type is very distinct, and in a way, it sounds like you are trying to sound "dumb." Is this also a part of your fetish? Sounding like a "dumb woman" while talking about raping trans men and lesbians? Perverted trans women are the same as every other man; fathers, brothers, uncles, male friends, strangers, because they are all cabable of fetishizing rape and women's suffering. They "live" as one, but they cannot see that they are real. You want jugs on your dick, but are unable to humanize the women that you stroke your dick to. You don't see yourself as having sex with another humam being. I would not even be generous enough to say that you objectify women with what you post. You talk about women like weird animals. How does someone live this way without becoming a suicide statistic? Do you think if your mother had a glimpse into the future of her son that she would not have taken a knife to her own stomach and torn you out of her body? Have you considered that your mother, as a woman, has always been and always will be terrified of men like you? That all women are? Do you think she would have wailed in horror at the nauseating thing her son would become? It is not my intent to try and change you because I feel as though that is not my responsibility, nor is it possible, I just need to know if you are self-aware or not. You sound like an insane perverted man, and if you're not on the sex offender registry now, you will be. I understand if this ask is embarrassing, but most people would agree that you belong in a padded room. Apologies for any typos I may have made, and though this might come off as aggressive, it comes from a place of genuine curiosity, fear, a bit of disgust, frustration, but not genuine malice/ill intent. Please post this and respond! That is all I ask.

hi, uh, wow. i didnt see this till now. normally i would type out a big, thoughtful response full of lots of synapse-frying pornlingo but in this case i think it would be more frustrating for you if i kept it short and sweet and just straight up told you "hi! this made my dick hard. you should dm me so that i can turn my brain off and jerk off to your pretty face while you keep yapping off words that go in through one ear and out the other. 😇"

[tinybeetiny]

Aren’t you embarrassed? Part 5:

Yeeeeaaaahhh this took longer to put out than I expected.... also… we love San

->Starring: NonIdol!Toxic!FratBoy!Seonghwa, Afab!Reader, NonIdol!FratBoy!Jongho, San

->Genre: SMUT 18+ MDNI, Angst, Fluff if you use a Titan Krios 12-foot cryogenic transmission electron microscope

->Cw: unprotected sex, explicit language

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Circles—stupid, stupid circles. They were never your favorite shape anyway, but they sure liked you. You didn't understand why you were stuck in this continuous loop with Seonghwa. You thought you escaped it when you started seeing Jongho, but somehow, he worked his way back. It's almost like you chose someone who lived in the same house as him. So it really didn't surprise you when you found yourself in his bed again.

"I can't get enough of you" Seonghwa has his face buried in your neck as his hips move slowly against yours "Oh my god Hwa. You're so big" His grip on your hips was bruising but it only added to your pleasure "You're always so wet for me, so fucking tight" his low moans are like sweet honey, toxic honey. "You really thought someone else could make you feel this way? Hm?" His hips move faster as he pulls away from your neck to look you in your eyes.

You shake your head not being able to form words and he lets out a little laugh "Say it. Tell me who makes you feel this way" A whiney groan leaves your mouth too embarrassed to give him what he wants "Come on sweetheart, you're gonna break my heart" His arms hook under your legs pulling you closer to him "F-fuck Hwa you do. You m-make me feel so good" You stutter, the new angle making him go impossibly deeper, his tip poking your cervix over and over.

"That's it baby, only I can make you feel like this" Seonghwa felt his orgasm approaching a lot faster than he was expecting. His thumb pressed against your clit eliciting another chorus of moans to escape your lips. He was so lost in the feeling of your soft gummy walls that he didn’t realize he was cumming until too late "Oh fuck oh fuck" He throws his head back, his hips stuttering. You stare up at him as he slowly pulls out, feeling slightly disappointed. He usually makes you finish first but you weren't expecting it to be over so fast "Come here" he says breathlessly hold his arm out. Confusion swims through you as you hesitantly move to lay on his chest.

"Uh I have to get to class" You say, untangling yourself from him "Don't you want to stay?" He asks sitting up. He watches you pull your clothes on "Why would I do that?" you ask incredulously, he shrugs "Sorry I'm just used to 'Close my door when you leave' or 'Gonna shower. Be gone by the time I'm out' so I'm just a little confused" You explain pulling on your sweater. This is really out of character for Seonghwa. From him wanting to cuddle to wanting you to stay?! "You stayed for Jongho" He sassed "Well you're not Jongho" You snap before walking out of his room.

You make your way downstairs and see San still sitting on the couch clicking through different shows on Netflix. He looks over when he hears the stairs creak “Oh hey (y/n)” he gives you a little wave which you return “Hi San. This is awkward right…?” You chuckle nervously. He shrugs “It doesn’t have to be. Everyone knows how you feel about Seonghwa and yeah what you did to Jongho was shitty but I mean Hwa is a good manipulator, you know that” you groan “But that’s the thing. It really didn’t take much convincing” you sigh feeling the shame and guilt creeping back in.

You don’t understand why Seonghwa has such a pull on you. You like Jongho a lot and you wish you hadn’t fucked things up.

"I want to make things right with Jongho but I feel like he won't give me the chance and like I totally understand- I’d be the exact same way- but I just really really want to fix things with him.” You finish rambling.

San stares at you quietly for a moment. You feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment. Why would you tell him all of that? He was just trying to be nice it’s not like he actually cares, if anything he should feel uncomfortable considering these two of his closest friends “Well. Jongho’s really stubborn and once he has his mind set on something it’s really hard to get him to think differently. But. He has big heart, the only problem is Seonghwa” he lets out a sigh

“Who is equally as stubborn. I really don’t understand him sometimes. He’s all like ‘I don’t want a relationship with you but I’m not gonna like it if you cut me off and go and fuck another guy’ like what is that?” You throw your hands up in frustration.

San lets a small chuckle and opens his mouth to reply but before he can the girl from Jongho’s comes bouncing down the stairs.

“Oh. You’re still here?” She looks you up and down.

You feel your eye twitch as you turn to her and your heart cracks a little when you see she’s wearing one of Jongho’s sweaters. You turn to San mumbling a quick goodbye before rushing out of the house. Hurt and confusion are the only things you can feel as you walk to class. Karma really is a bitch and you were feeling her wrath tenfold right now.

The entirety of class your mind spent drifted far far away. Thinking of ways to make things right with Jongho and trying to figure out what Seonghwa was getting at. If you had known college was going to be as difficult as this you wouldn’t have enrolled.

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[x--sinner--x]

You know all of me, every fucked up detail. You’re always the soft and understanding guy. So after some time I agree to go on a date with you despite the trust issues I have since that fateful day I keep as a secret. You know all it, like you were there that fateful day. But that I don’t even consider when we go on that date.

The mood changes suddenly when we are sitting in that bar. You start to make inappropriate comments, like you now fucked up I am. I can’t tell how I ended up on your lap, my back pressed into your chest, legs painfully spread.

I panic and freeze, it’s like what I felt like that fateful day, frozen, in shock, yet embarrassing excited. You whisper in my ear “Tell me about THE DAY” I start to tremble, how does he know?

“Tell me every detail. I wanna hear it out of your mouth. How did the first cock feel…how the last. How was the first orgasm of the evening…?” You chuckle darkly while shoving the thong out of the way, my short skirt does nothing to help keeping my folds out of view for the other costumers.

You start to finger me, rub my clit with a painful force, soon a group of costumers stand around us watching my pussy being fingered my nipple spilling out of my top, ready to be abused. My breath hitches in my throat when I look at the big screen over the bar, I see myself on the screen. It’s the video of the day when my life was changed.

You ram two fingers deep into my cunt, I squeal and then you whisper in my ear “I want you to tell me everything… tell us exactly how you felt when they gang r4ped you. We want to hear it out of your filthy fucktoy mouth how you felt with each cock that fucked you and then we are going to recreate it.” The pace of your fingers increase and you hit my g spot with every thrust. I feel another finger stroking over my asshole…

“Guys, she is going to love it. We will make it better then the original”

Omg I’m so wet writing this. Need that so badly.

OMG!! First off I really loved reading this. This is a really cool ask and I love these long, conceptual asks and love expanding upon them.

And it makes it better that by nature I'm the soft and understanding guy, hiding these filthy fantasies at the back of my head, waiting for the right time to burst everything out. But one small change is, I'm just too possessive to let anyone else have fun with you.

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We both had been good friends for a long time. We always shared everything with each other, because we both valued honesty more than anything. We made a good pair, often to the jealousy of others. I was the witty and funny guy making edgy sex jokes and you were the gossip girl.

But after that fateful day, you become very distant from me and I didn't like it very much. I didn't know what happened that day and I could always see a bewildered look on your face. Whenever I tried to ask you about it, you changed the topic and I didn't want to push it further. I learnt about what happened from some of my other friends and they showed me the video of you getting violated, heavily raped by those men in a random bar you went without me for some reason. You see, if I had been there, none of it would have happened.

After I learnt about it, I put some distance between us and that's why there was an untold awkwardness between us. But I swallowed my pride, and I asked you out. And I was quite thrilled that you accepted my offer. But it wasn't just going to be a normal date. I had planned out my revenge, and the first part of it is getting whatever happened on that day straight out of your mouth (although I know everything from the video I saw).

I take you to the same bar where the unfortunate event took place and we got a little too much to drink. Well the atmosphere of the bar was a little over the top, with loud music drowning out our voices. Due to the music, I suggested that we go somewhere quieter. Even till this point, I had played my part being the considerate and sweet listener guy and had started to ease you up so that we can have the difficult talk once we are all alone.

Once we were all alone, I started pushing out more and more of my edgy sex jokes and finally popped the question, trying to get you to tell me what happened that day. In the state that you were, I managed to get you to sit on my lap, manipulating you into believing we were playing a game. You see, I had also invited the same people who raped you that day, but this time they were only going to witness the action.

Even though you were struggling to recount the events of that day, you did start talking about it and I was trying to be the attentive listener, but I had other intentions. My hands slowly slid into your panties, pulling them off to the side and placed directly in front of your sex and I started rubbing my fingers around your clitoris. Once I had you wrapped around my fingers, I called them in and they started playing the video of you getting raped on that day on the big screen that was luckily in the room (this was that kind of deranged bar where they allow customers to select their own porn), and the porn we had was your rape video from that fateful day.

It's kinda funny how you were narrating those horrific incidence of your life in sync with the video and seems like you were enjoying it as none of the guys had a hard time pushing their dicks in your pussy as you had gotten so aroused by that time, your tits were bouncing all over the place - and the moans and screams were simple too cute.

Now it was time for me to recreate the incident, with me being the hero. I'll be your saviour honey. I groped your tits hard as your narration still went on, with me sucking your neck and leaving you with hickeys all while I was pretending to be feeling sorry for you. My hunger picked up pace and I was all over you in some time as the guys started recording the incident from various angles all while they had their dicks whipped out and jerked off to it.

And this time I had so much fun with you, as I took you in so many different positions. I started off by placing you on the couch, to lick your pussy and get you completely dependent on my actions. Once I had you where I wanted, I flipped you over to doggy you, pulling your hair back and snacking my cock deep in your cervix.

I flipped you back to take you in missionary, giving me access to your perky breasts and that ungodly neck that was waiting to be sucked on. I trailed your body, leaving hickies and bruises in its wake to leave my mark on your body. I then big spooned you on the couch, thrusting my cock into you from the side, as I held on to your neck choking you gently, pushing you into a body shaking orgasm, with you squirting all over the couch, embarrassing yourself.

The night was long and I used you to my heart's content, leaving you with my cum leaking out of all your holes onto the couch, and the other guys had unloaded their spunk all over you, leaving you in a state of utter mess.

But you know what's the kicker? I orchestrated the entire plan on that fateful day to make you much more vulnerable so that I can claim you for myself. They simply just primed you for me, the big final boss, your saviour.

How do you like me now?

[peachteal]

so uhm this is kinda my first post!

I decided I was just going to post random scraps I like to write on my notes app. I actually get these ideas by spinning different roulettes; with character tropes, sceneries, and traits! also randomly picking the fandom and character I'm writing these about.

all of my work is going to be character x reader. I don't really specify the readers gender in this one even if i did base it around a female one, so be comfortable with whatever.

this came out VERY random, but I hope maybe you can enjoy it.

(English isn't my first language)

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629 words:)

co-worker!nanami x outsider!reader

The countless documents getting all dusty and old on the shelves of the office are a constant reminder of what this job feels like; old and crusty.

I know it's not different from what I like to do; sitting in front of a screen all day, except this is more of a.. monotonely tiring and dull activity, which I'd like to separate from the fun late nights I wrap myself into when I'm streaming in my dear online platforms. You see, I find absolutely no pleasure in the minimum wage that document filling brings to my life. I have no idea why I keep myself in this enclosed -and weirdly odorless space- when my streaming hobby has a better financial reward anyway.

but oh, I just lied. I know why I do.

It's all thanks to the captivating and amusingly elegant co-worker I have. Nanami Kento, aren't you such a delight for these lazy eyes?

Poised and tactful, but even more courteous than any man I've met before. We've spoken a few times, not that I'm great at chatting - oh god, not at all! - but I think he's caught my seek of belonging in this office.

it's not insane that I, as a human being, want to socialize outside of my twitch chat and discord groups to make some desperately needed friends, or even partners for life; it's just a little hard, yet respectful men like him try and surprisingly give me some space.

Keyboards clicking, coffee mugs cluttered on desks, and small chatter fill the office—a far cry from the sleek, professional vibe they sold me on when I took the job. It’s just another stereotypical sad workplace.

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-"..Suguru asks if you're done already." a low but strangely gentle tone behind me caught my attention. I look up, and meet some hazel nutty eyes.. they don't look much different than my own; sloppy and baggy, but I manage to get lost in them for a second more than I should.

I snap out of it and shake my head slightly as I let out a sigh.. closing my eyes for a second. I remember the papers due.. today. Right. I shouldn't forget Suguru gets along very very well with formality. Another thing to keep in mind, as if the higher-ups don't have weird rules to follow already. I truly am done with this job.

-"right, Suguru and his.. goddamn papers." I'm trying not to look like a mess right now, and more job-focussed in front of such a man. But the childish cat background on my computer doesn't help. "please tell him that uhm-.. Satoru messed with the computers again or something.." I’m pretty sure Suguru will believe anything bad about Satoru—he loves thinking that idiot is an actual idiot. But a gut feeling tells me it's more than that-.. anyways.

I dont really say anything else, holding my cofee mug and taking a sip.

Nanami does help me around, I bring him some coffee myself eventually - while I try to ignore nasty looks other co-workers give. as immature and juvenile as that feels for a workspace.

a second of a slightly long silence holds between us. -"I expected this," Nanami's usual stern face doesn't budge. Yeah, he's kind, but professional - I'm constantly messing up my work, and this leaves me more than embarrassed. "I already told Suguru something happened. Don't.. stress yourself out." I think his tone hesitated a little there; that last part wasn't like usual.

I choked on the coffee. Watching him turn away- stealing just the smallest glance in an expression that leaves me with nothing to analyze -and step to his desk. Just four words that just felt weirdly intimate in a way I can't seem to explain.

[veinsfullofstars]

Was skimming through my WIP folder after posting the gijinka sketches, and sweet sparkling stars I can't believe I forgot about the clown dress one.

Sketch started and finished 02/17/23.

[ayyponine]

Same venue. Same-ish crowd. Opposing seasons. Contrasting vibes.

[falling-hand-in-unlovable-hand]

the worst part of break is the last day when you're just drowning in stress thinking about going back. i feel literally physically nauseous