#and a nice job and a family. that’s all i want

[sooniebby]

an idea; a (bottom) male reader who’s apart of an indie jpop boy group. The members are just you, a childhood friend, and three other people you met through college/random events. Your group was lucky one of the members comes from a rich family that doesn’t mind spending some money to help you guys out—waiting until a company finds interest and asks to manage you.

The first month or so is rough so you all find part time jobs in the mean time. But regular jobs just don’t interest you so it takes you awhile to even apply for any… mostly getting fired after the first week or so because you end up showing late all the time.

You’re left wondering what to do when you come across a website of camboys and camgirls. Some of them show full nudity while others stay dressed for the most part.

It intrigues you enough but you don’t do it without running it through your members. They’re mostly shocked you even want to do that… but other than that, they just tell you to not speak and wear a mask.

Easy peasy. You chose a simple and almost silly name, “Shy Usagi” since your mask resembled a rabbit.

The first stream is awkward, you had to figure out a way to talk. Surprisingly, a few of the people that dropped in were intrigued by your refusal to talk. You had expected them to immediately want you naked but it seemed you attracted people that liked the teasing aspect of camboys.

Though you were 99% sure it was only men watching you. The first few weeks, you only wore skimpy clothing and did anything they requested. The most sexual thing you did was suck a dildo.

Occasionally you’d masturbate on live and that would always garner more attention. But there was always one person who would tip you no matter the stream.

“Hitachikoi”

You were sure he was probably an old man but you didn’t care, money was money. He knew how to flirt so you never felt weirded out with his attention.

Things were going reasonably well until after your group’s performance at a little festival. You had spilt away for a second to look around when you bumped into someone. He had his face covered with a mask and baseball cap.

You were going to apologize and go about your way when you caught that he was holding a poster of your group. He didn’t say anything as he simply held up a marker.

It took a second before you finally realized what he wanted. “Oh! Sure.” You were a bit excited, having never really signed anything before. Your signature was a bit messy but still legible.

“Here you go, thanks for coming to see us!”

“I only came to see you.”

“Hm?” You leaned in closer, wondering if you had heard him right. Only you?

The man let out a laugh as he reached up and pulled down his mask, leaning down so you could get a clear look at his face. “Mhm. Only you… (Name)… or ah,”

His hand reached up and cupped your face, his thumb pressing on your bottom lip. It was only when he pulled off his cap that you got a good look at his face.

He… he wasn’t some random guy. He was a famous actor… a famous actor knew about you?

“Shy Usagi? It’s nice to see your entire face… that mask never hid your lips.”

You could stare as he pushed his thumb into your mouth. The only thing you were thinking of was if he was about to ruin your career before it even took off? But why would he care? Why was he even—

“Don’t worry your pretty little head. Someone like you isn’t made to think so hard,” he said, a slight frown on his lips. “I just, well I got tired of watching behind a screen. I wanted to touch you…”

His other hand moved to rest on your hip, pulling you closer as he pressed his lips against your ear.

“To be inside of you instead of that dildo… I mean, I’m paying you so much money, it’s only fair I get to have you, right? Mhm? I can have you, yea? I’ve thought of fucking your mouth for days now.”

“(Name)! Where are you?”

He pulled away, rolling his eyes. You only watched as he slipped back on his mask and cap, pulling your shirt back down. “You’ll stream tonight.” He said, as if he was giving you an order, not asking.

“I’ll see you tonight, baby. Wear something red tonight… that’s my favorite color.”

With that he left you standing there, mouth agape just as one of your members walked over to you.

You… were so fucking screwed.

In more ways than one.

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I already made a face claim lol.



[winterspellsfrozenkit]

One thing I wish was understood a bit better about Twisted Wonderland.

Everyone in this game has trauma or personal struggles and it's NOT a competition of who has it worse. Honestly, sometimes I wish everyone's traumas were discussed more in depth in the game like we get with each person who Overblots, but we don't have time for it. With the Overblot boys, their trauma is shoved directly into the spotlight and we hear exactly how their situations make them feel. But the rest of the cast, ALL of them, have personal struggles and/or trauma. This is just a small list of some of the issues each non Overblot student has.

Ace masks the fear he feels in a lot of situations, and he's got an inferiority complex on some level. Notice how he bullied the player and Grim in our first interaction? That is a sign of someone who is looking to feel better by pushing someone else down because they don't feel good about themselves.

Deuce grew up with a single mother who had to work multiple jobs to make ends meet, which causes him to worry about her, and he was a delinquent in middle school, which made his mom, the one person he worries over, cry. He lives with those regrets, but he's still got those old habits and he agonizes over the fact he's not academically where he'd like to be and his behavior regresses when in heated situations.

Trey has severe trauma at being screamed at for FIVE HOURS over giving Riddle ONE slice of tart, so much that his vitals are severely affected at the thought of Mrs. Rosehearts and he's heavily conflict avoidant.

Cater has had to move all the time and as a defense mechanism, refuses to be honest or get close to people because he doesn't want to get attached only to be ripped away from them.

Ruggie lives in EXTREME poverty when not at school. He struggles to make ends meet and he has to work so hard in a system that is DESIGNED to keep him in poverty, because many beastmen still prefer segregation in the Sunset Savannah.

Jack has one of the healthier mindsets, but he still struggles with being open and honest about his feelings, which makes it hard to have friends, and he struggled with watching Leona, someone he's idolized, fall short of what he believed of Leona.

Jade and Floyd are implied to have grown up in some form of crime family and both seem to have handled the fact their lives could be in constant danger differently. Both like things being interesting, but Jade seems to prefer seclusion and control, while Floyd enjoys scaring people off and having as much fun as he can before he goes.

Kalim is someone who has had multiple assassination attempts on his life, even from his own family. He masks behind a smile, but he's afraid to trust people, and when he DOES TRY to talk about it, it gets brushed off because he has money. Also, he has to deal with the fact Jamil has been undermining his ability to progress by not treating him as if he's capable at all.

Epel has been teased and bullied on how he looked to the point where he started instigating fights to ensure he wouldn't be teased. He also has to fall in line with what Vil wants because he made the error of picking a fight with Vil and getting his butt HANDED to him. To further add, Vil is NOT NICE about it when Epel resists, with one example being Vil grabbing him by the ear and pulling hard as a form of punishment.

Rook has deal with the fact that for being someone who is super perceptive and can notice details, he didn't realize Vil's feelings around Neige, likely because he was blinded by his own admiration for both of them and that's a bitter pill to swallow.

Ortho has to deal with being basically created as a replacement for dead Ortho Shroud, trying to figure out if he's just really a robot made by Idia with really good AI or more than that, and dealing with the fact he loves his brother so much, but his brother doesn't take care of himself and it's disheartening to watch Idia's self-destruction.

Lilia has so much war trauma, losing his loved ones, having been exiled, and so much other crap. Even so, he forced himself to put the war and his trauma about it in the past, where it belonged for the sake of his two sons who both lost so much to war, which is something Baur/Baul could NOT do which was to Sebek's detriment.

Silver has had to live with the idea that his adoptive father would likely outlive him, then is faced with the fact that his father is basically abandoning everything about their life in Briar Valley before he learns that his biological parents were the enemies of the person he serves and cares about, Malleus, and the only father he's ever known.

Sebek has grown up with internalized racism/speciesism against humans thanks to his upbringing and he basically rejects half of his heritage with how he treats his father. He does not even realize how hurtful his comments are until he's faced with those remarks being directed at him by a younger version of his grandfather.

And this isn't everything each student has to face. This is just broad strokes. Yana Toboso wrote a story about flawed people who all have gone through really hard and difficult things because that's the point. As Toboso said in a 2023 interview:

“Happy endings in Disney works come from righteous actions and love, but I believe that the villains are characters who do not get saved during the story. That is why, through this game, I want to portray the message that even if you get beat up all the way to a bad ending, you can grow from it and live your life without feeling discouraged.

Acting lame, obstinate, without hesitation, being open and honest—it’s not as bad as it sounds. 

I would like to paint a positive picture of living honestly with yourself and not worrying about others.

In today’s society there are so many people who live in fear of failure and are always walking on eggshells, but nobody’s flawless. It is exhausting to try to live your life so that no one will hate you.”

Everyone, even people you don't know or do not like, have gone through things that shaped who they are. Sometimes, how we've adapted to handle the bad things that happen will force us to hit rock bottom. But you don't have to die when you hit rock bottom.

You can have terrible things happen to you and have maladaptive strategies to handle your experiences, but you aren't stuck that way forever. You can learn how to change your habits, learn to be okay with yourself, and work at being better than you were the day before.

Human growth is not linear. It's a bunch of taking steps forward and backsliding and learning and making mistakes over and over again and accepting failure, not as a testament to your character, but as part of the process of growth... and that's something all the students have to learn, not just the Overblot boys. Because all of them, every single one, are handling their own personal issues, even if it isn't shoved right in our faces.

[iamhereforfunnzies]

Chapter 1: I see you

Bruce overlooking his paperwork and plans of capturing crimminals and crime rates, he felt his stomach grumble. Seeing the grandfather clock tick a 11:15 p.m. he smiled “Just in time for Lunch.” He felt a bit sad knowing he is eating alone today, Dick being Bludhaven, Jason never really visiting, Tim out somewhere with Conner, and Damian out doing voluntary work in a animal shelter. What a lonely time to be in the manor.

    Scratch   

              Heavy breathing was on the otherside of the door he saw you , (Name) how different you were usually … out? But it’s better than eating alone and it would be nice to converse with you , he called you but why do you look at him like that. You arm is bleeding from your intensive scratching , eyes forcing itself not to cry what happened? Why do you look like you died?  “(Name), what are you doing?” you turn to him. “OH- um… Just anxious that’s all” Bruce narrowed his eyes as you look down slowing down on the scratching. “About what?” He sat next to you ,why is he so tall?!

              “Just…I had a nightmare.” GREAT (NAME) (MIDDLENAME) WAYNE , he’s gonna think you’re a huge incompetent baby. Nice going , idiot your mind screams at you. Bruce blinks he feels so amused , how adorable he just wants to pinch your cheeks and coax you to sleep. He chuckled lightly “What happened in your nightmare?” he can’t believe he is having a normal parent to child conversation.  Honestly, your not sure if you can tell him , since it wasn’t a dream you died and then you just time travel back 2 weeks before your death. “ I was walking back to the manor after work.” Bruce hid his shock as you mentioned having a job. “There was a man …” your head throbbed as you try to see your memory clear. “He touched , choke, then…No, No it was choke , someone else touched me, then  a gun was shoved in my mouth.” Your head throbbed harder as your heart was trying to break out your ribs. “Something happened , c’mon remember” you hit your stupid head trying to make your death clear as you start mumbling curse words.

                Bruce stood still not knowing how to respond , he held your hands. “Don’t . Stop. Just don’t think about it.” He was comforting you , now that he had a good look at you. When did you get so tall? Weren’t you just a seedling a month ago? (Name) when did you get your nails done? Why are your eyes so tired? Weren’t you trailing Dick and Tim to play with you? When did your hair changed? Alfred eyes widen as he see’s Bruce hugging you with what looks like a panic attack.  “Lunch is here”

What is wrong with you? Why the hell did you cry infront of him! Never once did Bruce took the time with you. He always seemed so occupied with his little only boys squad doing who know’s what! It’s so weird they are always fighting at the gym with Dick , Tim , and Damian (Rarely Jason), they are so secretive that you just stopped asking questions. Pacing in your quaint room with all this awards from last place to gold , you stare at them how much you lost and won over the years. Yet, you held every lost with pride because you tried well that’s what Alfred tells you.

              A sudden text came in your phone as you see your manager asking you if your free in 2 weeks in Tuesday. You stared at your phone , you died at Tuesday. A normal Tuesday nothing special about the date but you died. You died, you left the message seen.  Staring at yourself in the mirror you said to the mirror. “Am I doing enough to worth living?” Years , hours , days and seconds of awards in your room but not one moment of them stood out. All of this rewards weren’t for you , they were for them.

                             You look at the photo stand of your family I the gala, you were always the one who they claim to protect you but they never tell you anything . Laughing among their little group never explaining to you or care to want you to join in. Even in movie nights it feels like your watching them instead of the movie. Game nights were just you being some extra player they never needed. You grimace as you hid the photo frame of your table. Your childhood was dedicated to appease their eyes , your life to make interesting so they can be interested in your welbecoming but you died. Dead with nothing to remember.

                            A robin in a tree chirping in the trees as the gotham sky in a rare moment glows gold  like heavens gate, the sun shinning, the air crisp and fresh . The robin turns it’s head to you tilting it’s head but flies away with the other birds in the sky. “Fucking heavens , God if this a sign I am not gonna take this second chance for granted.” You muster a trembling smile. “I am gonna lived.” You took your phone.

(Name), are you free the week after this at Tuesday 8:00 a.m.?

Today 12:05 p.m.

                                                                                                                        

   I quit. Thank you for the experience.

                                                                                                                                    Today 12:15 p.m.

I genuinely hope this is readable

[queer-froggit]

i'm ending it here because i'm boutta be here all day lol

ramble under the cut!!!!

lust's friend group is very tiny because everyone judges him for his job, but they're also all sanses so they're like "eh, not my problem" and really just ignore him, and even besides them lust has to work to get people to respect him. horror and lust are frenemies because they HATED each other at first sight- horror was very vocal about his prejudices and lust doesn't take shit from anybody. however, they're both old men just trying to get through their hell of a day without killing themselves, and they find common ground in that (same thing with lust and cross, except for them it's more lust teaching cross how to take himself seriously and turning into rivals instead) in my interpretation, lust dated a lot of people before realizing he was aro, with blue being his longest relationship. a lot of shit happened, but they're besties now.

horror and wine are frenemies because lthough they relate to ecah other, they do it in a "i pity you way", which pisses them both off. horror could never work for the royal guard, and i like to think horror takes his brother to move in with farm after leaving nightmare. it's basically saejun teaching him how to be a person again, and i think geno and farm would also make nice friends, since "old men who have finally learned to be content with what they have" trope. speaking of geno, i think he HATES reaper, like hate hate. i still haven't read aftertale, my only sources are analysis and pages out of order, but it just feels right to say? reaper likes pissing people off, so he sees geno as a pal because of this hate.

reaper and wine are dreams mentors, since reaper was supposed to have an appearance in dreamtale. reaper is more of a "using to learn your god powers" mentor while wine is "using your societal power", but they basically teach him that not everyone is going to want to be buddy buddy, and that's not something he should see as a failure (since they both have gone through the horrors). wine sees black as a more upbeat version of himself, but nox is always trying to be an opp, so he sees to reason to be friends. also they all hate fell because they think he's lazy and all bark yet no bite lol.

dust and fell are obviously friends in canon, but i feel like they especially relate because of their feeling of being trapped in hell and having to be guarded all the time (they're SO 30 for 30 by sza coded it's ridiculous), and if not romantic, i think that feeling can get familial. horror sees fell as a fake though, because he thinks underfell is just "undertale but they say fuck", so he thinks fell is all talk while he knows he wouldn't survive a DAY in horrortale (no one would), but dust and horror are friends, so horror forces himself to tolerate fell and give him advice about surviving (but more in a condescing tone).

sci and fell are a secret third thing because i could see them being siblings, rival friends or romantic (curse you cpau) so idk. same thinf with wine and cross because they're both royal guards who have gone through dictatorships, so they should relate to each other, but tehy're both bitches so they would probably be enemies, but them sparring would be so perfect???? maybe like a "my mentor is a bitch but it's to train me to do better", which works perfectly because cross is always trying to get people to see him as a superior, and wine always feels superior (but it's to do the same thing as cross), so wine talking down to him riles him up enough to try and beat him, and they can both let their stress out when they spar :) (they eventually realize that they've been living in a dictatorship where rheir leader has been incredibly selfish, don't worry)

swap and blueberror... idk how to explain it. i think they're very jinx and ekko coded. blueberror is the more hyper and blunt version of swap, and swap has to calm him down sometimes, but they would be besties because they bounce off of each other 👍

nightmare and ink are colleagues beacuse i said so :) ink is nightmare's equivalent of people watching video essays as background noise. also nightmare wanted to study fresh because he sees him as an anomaly (someone whose emotions he can't read, yet feels uneasy around him, depsite not knowing who he is), but then learned like one thing about him and decided not to open that can of worms. fresh just thinks nightmare is weird.

i think that's it... thank you for the chart sign!

Ship chart but it’s not a ship chart it’s a friendship/found family/QPR chart

[abysful]

Come to my city

Contains: Plot, strangers to one night stand, smut (eating pussy, fingering, p in v, bit of overstimulation)

Summary: You once watched the Sturniolo triplets religiously back in 2022, but college, work, and real life started to take up most of your time. Now in 2025, your younger cousin still being a fan, asks you to be her chaperone to their new tour in your city. An unexpected encounter with Matt after the show, gives you an entirely new reason to love them again.

Word count: 4.5k

For most of your high school career, you worked overtime, taking as many night school courses, summer school courses, and extra credit projects as you could. This resulted in you graduating high school a year before your peers in 2021, but rather than spending your extra year without obligatory schooling on internships and working, you rewarded yourself by spending your gap year completely recreationally.

On the first week after graduation, you were perusing the YouTube homepage when a video by the “Sturniolo Triplets” appeared in the catalogue of video options.

Curious, you clicked it and to your surprise, you were laughing. It wasn’t often that a piece of media made you laugh whether it was a movie, show, or YouTube video— but the triplets brought you both comfort and amusement.In a matter of a month, you went from a casual viewer to a full blown fan. You set alarms at 5:30 on Wednesdays and Fridays, followed them on all their socials, and actually bought merch which was another first for you.

You spent nearly all of what was left of 2021 and entered 2022 immersed in the Sturniolo fandom, other hobbies of yours taking a secondary position. Looking back from where you are now, 17 year old you was a little embarrassing but happy nonetheless.

Your unchecked free time a came to a close when September arrived sooner than expected and responsibilities bombarded their way back into your life. First it was college enrolment, then a job, volunteering, and tutoring for extra money on the side, you couldn’t recall the last time you hung out with a friend, let alone sat down and watched an entire YouTube video.

By the time you reached midterms, the merch began to collect dust in the furthest parts of your closet and your YouTube account was forgotten. Even when you finally learned how to manage your time, you chose to spend the moments you had with nothing on your to-do list by reconnecting with the people in your real life that missed you.

During the summer of 2024, you were spending your well earned vacation at your family home when a few cousins decided to sleep over for the weekend. You were close with all of your family no matter how distant so of course you were excited to reunite with a few of your younger relatives, your favourite in particular was your 14 year old cousin, Andie.

After the usual “how’s school?” conversations with your Aunts, you took Andie up to your room to catch up on life.

The best thing about having younger cousins was knowing that you were somebody they looked up to, at a time in your life when all you did was compare yourself to your better accomplished peers, it felt nice to hang out with someone who thought you were the coolest person ever.

It took no longer than 5 minutes before you were gossiping as if you you were also 14 years old, you brought out your big girl nail polish and did her nails as you both talked about any and everything.

Eventually she made a comment that peaked your interest.

“and me and my friend were sending edits of these YouTubers we like and she said she wanted to start editing and I was like ‘do it’ but she was like ‘no what if I’m bad’ and I kept trying to tell her to just try” she rambled. “You guys are so cute, you’re a really good friend,kid.” you complimented before looking up at her with a smile slowly creeping on your face.

“What” she asked, extending the ‘a’, “So can I see the edits?” you teased.

“Oh my god no” she laughed, cheeks beginning to blush out of embarrassment.

“No please come on, no judgment I swear” you pried, wanting to know more about what your favourite little cousin likes to do for fun.

She paused for a moment before speaking again, “Have you heard of the Sturniolo triplets?” she said so quietly you were lucky that you even heard her.

“Uh of course I have? I watched them like everyday a few years ago” you admitted to make her feel more comfortable to share.

“Don’t lie” she joked, “Andie I’m being so serious, I think I still have their merch somewhere in the deepest darkest parts of my closet.”.

With a shocked look on her face she exclaimed “Merch? Can I please have it if you aren’t wearing it? Please I’ll do anything, when was it from?” she began her tangent.

You spent the rest of the night bonding, sharing your favourite videos as she caught you up to speed on what the triplets have been up to since you stopped watching them.



Now, it’s a year later, April 2025— two months since the triplets announced their 3rd tour.

You didn’t understand why they toured to begin with but since your cousin didn’t get the chance to go to the first two, and nobody else she knew was willing to take her to the newest one, she was texting your phone day after day, begging you to take her.

It’s not that you don’t want to take her, it’s that even after Andie shared her interest with you, you still feel like you’ve outgrown them a bit.

That mixed with knowing that there is a guaranteed chance that not one soul over the age of 16 will be in that venue, is enough to tell her to kick rocks regardless of how much you love her.

As you walk back to your dorm, you receive a text. Looking down at your phone it reads.

“Y/n plz just drive me. my friend saved up her allowance and bought us both tickets we justttttt need somebody to drive us there and home pleaseeeeeee”.

You look down at your phone and smile to yourself, this was an idea you can get behind, you didn’t have to go inside and deal with everything that come with that nor did you need to feel embarrassed being the only adult there.

“Done” you sent the message swiftly before resuming your podcast and walking the rest of the way back to your dorm.

The show was in a week and you were feeling nothing in particular, the only thoughts you had were how happy you were that your mini-me got to have a good time and you paid zero dollars.

Between studying, working and a few nights of drinking here and there, the show day was here before you knew it.

Looking into your closet, an almost laughable thought crossed your mind, back during your Sturniolo phase, you would’ve put on your best outfit if you had the chance to go to one of their tours— mostly for Matt if you were being honest. In your year of loving the triplets, they all made you laugh but Matt’s humour was effortless, combine that with his charm and the fact that, to you, he was the most attractive triplet, it was safe to say Matt was your favourite for more than a few reasons.

So when picking out the outfit you’d be wearing to sit in your car for two and a half hours, you figured it would be stupid to wear a semi-sexy cute outfit, so that’s exactly what you did.

Trying not to do too much as your little cousin is who your really there for, you wore oversized dark wash jeans low on your waist, shoelace as a belt, boxer briefs peeking out for fashion purposes of course, and a tight white cropped tank with the hem sitting right below your rib cage, short enough for your belly ring to shimmer when the light hits it.

Finally throwing on timberland regardless of the season, you make your way down to your care before navigating towards Andie’s house.

The drive from her house to the venue, located downtown in your city, the drive was over half an hour. Music and lighthearted conversation with the two now fifteen year olds, made you feel like a young teenager again, a feeling you didn’t mind every once in a while.

The girls had gone in two hours ago, you’re playlist was getting boring, and your ass was numb, so your best solution was to drive to the nearest food joint and grab something to eat before returning to your parking spot.

You had only been gone for 15 minutes but as you pulled into the driveway of the venue, you seen flashing blue and red lights following the siren sounds of an ambulance.

You park and step out of your vehicle to get a better view of what was going on, standing on your tip-toes, you catch a glimpse of your cousin and her friends standing, visibly in good health, by the ambulance talking to someone positioned behind the large vehicle at a spot where you couldn’t see. You run towards the girls.

“What’s going on? Are you safe? Im so sorry I went to get a bite to eat, I thought the show ended in twenty minutes” you’re frantically examining Andie’s body for any injuries, your judgment clouded by the unknowing of the situation.

“We’re fine” her friend snaps, looking ahead embarrassed, you turn your head with her to see who it was the girls were speaking to and you nearly flinch at the sight.

All three triplets were in front of you awkwardly, before you could ask any questions, Nick fills you in.

“These girls called out for help when somebody in the crowd fainted, we’re just thanking them, they’re really sweet girls” Nick states.

You look between the triplets and back up at the young girls “but you guys are okay right?” you ask once more, in the corner of your eye you see Matt exchanging looks between one of his brothers raising his hand over his chest, communicating how cute he found the interaction.

The small gesture stood out to you, it brought back memories of watching Matt and relating to his soft and tenderness, part of the reason you found him so cute way back when.

You and up straight and thank the triplets for staying close to the people you were supposed to be responsible for, but as you are about to lead your walking stresses towards the car, Andie calls out “Wait, we had merch we wanted you to sign” as she waves down the triplets.

Matt was the first to turn around and begin walking back, only then did Chris and Nick notice the change in course.

“Wait here!” she exclaims as she grabs her friends hand and skips towards the car, you and the triplets slowly make your way to join the girls while engaging in some small talk.

“So I’m guessing the shows over?” you ask the obvious in a shy attempt at a joke.

“Yeah, we closed it off really fast before everyone started to leave” Chris explains, taking the lead in the conversation.

You nodded, silently accepting that the conversation wasn’t going to be very fruitful. The four of you were now a standing a few feet from the car, watching the two girls rummage through the trunk looking for the two hoodies they wanted signed.

You were standing a step or two ahead of the boys when the girls turned around, panicked, “We can’t find the hoodies we brought” Andie cries, you can hear a lump forming in her throat.

“I told you guys to bring them before you left, are you sure you had them with you when you walked to the car” you ask, trying to de-escalate the situation.

Nick butts in your conversation after noticing that both girls looked like they’re about to cry “It’s okay, if you guys didn’t bring them, you can swing by the hotel and we’ll sign it then, we leave at like 8 tomorrow morning” you turn around, slowly blinking and smiling at Nick in gratitude.

The girls thank the triplets, you all say a polite goodbye and head back home.

When you dropped the girls off, your aunt was very clear that they were in for the night and it was way too late for them to tag along so you took it upon yourself to drive back on your own to get the hoodies signed.

The long drive right back in the direction finally concluded and you were stood inside the triplets hotel lobby, when exchanging information, Matt was the first to offer up his number for you to text when you found your way to the location.

“I’m here” you message, expecting one or all of them to run down to sign the articles of clothing and quickly depart, “2205” he replied within less than ten seconds of your message being sent.

From the perspective of someone who only knew the triplets personalities from 20 minute weekly videos in a car, it seemed out of character for Matt to invite a stranger up to their room but your mind didn’t falter from the goal of getting the hoodies signed, walking into the elevator your finger hits the 22nd button, the ascent upwards feeling slower than it was.

A large part of you was excited to privately meet the YouTubers that an older version of yourself would have killed to even exchange eye contact with, you arrived at the door and knocked.

It took longer for the door to open than it did for your text to be answered but as the wooden barrier creaked open, Matt was standing in front of you with a warm smile, the view of his entire room visible from just glancing over his shoulder— you notice that nobody else is in the room with him.

“Hi” you chirp, breaking the thick silence surrounding the both of you.

You look down at your arm wrapped in medium sized pink and leopard print hoodies for a moment before you resume eye contact, feeling slightly awkward at your lack of knowing what to do.

“Uhh” he drags, “My brothers are in their own rooms” he turns his upper body and head around to look back at his room.

“You can just wait here while I get them to sign these and then I’ll come back and give them to you” he suggested as more of a statement than an offer.

“Sounds good” you keep the verbal interaction short and sweet, paranoid that you’d embarrass yourself if you spoke for too long.

He steps aside to let you walk in before walking out, your legs moving on autopilot, you find yourself sat on the corner of the bed that had yet to be used, the corners still neatly tucked and sealed away.

Looking at the sofa, a charger and half drank bottle of apple juice displayed on the arm rest, it didn’t take a genious to gather that Matt had only just checked in, you started to feel like a burden but reassured yourself that you weren’t putting them through that much trouble.

Matt returns with the hoodies now folded in a pile he held in his arms, you stand up immediately but instead of handing you the clothes, he places them on a nearby dresser.

“Today was definitely on of the more eventful shows of our career” he smiles, eyes looking directly into yours.

This wasn’t the shy, anxious, and reserved Matt you remember every time you think back to your time as a fan.

“I know, I bet you’re tired, I’m so sorry again, for keeping you up just to sign the hoodies” everything you said seemed like you didn’t want to keep talking but in reality, you were unnerved by the proximity to a guy you stopped watching but never stopped finding attractive.

“Honestly I can’t sleep, my brothers though” he pauses to let out an airy chuckle before starting again “they’re out like lights, I had to wake them up to sign it” you’re about to apologize again before he stops you mid-thought.

“It’s not your fault at all, this kinda made my day a little better” his eyes never left yours.

“I don’t think I’m following” you state with a lighthearted tone, your best attempt at seeming less nervous and more friendly.

“Seeing the way you talked to your little cousin made my day. I know how it feels to be panicked and anxious and you handled it well” .

You smile at his compliment, “glad I could help make your day” you reply.

Matt didn’t waste a second before starting another sentence, not wanting the conversation to conclude, this was the most effort Matt has ever put into talking to a stranger but he realized almost immediately after meeting you that he needed you in ways he couldn’t say straight up.

He suggested you stay for a bit, there wasn’t much for him to do and he’d been having insomnia most of the tour up to this point.

You didn’t hesitate to accept the offer and two hours later, you had no intentions of leaving yet. Matt sat on the edge of the bed while you sat on the sofa facing him.

“Your cousin was telling us how you used to be a fan” he emphasizes the ‘used to’.

“I definitely was, but life gets in the way of stuff and I didn’t have the time, nothing personal” you finish your sentence but your mouth stays open, implying you have more to say, you do.

“You were my favourite y’know” you finally get out, now looking at the floor.

“Yeah?” Matt waits for you to confirm before making any further comments, his eyes glued to your face while you averted your gaze.

Once you look back up and nod he speaks once more, “What about me” he now has a cocky smile plastered on his face.

“Hmm, looking back, I couldn’t tell ya” you joke before back tracking “No, but I don’t know. It was probably how gentle you seemed, I felt the most comforted by you” .

He looks at you with an expression you can’t make sense of, no signal of intending to speak, you add onto your last sentence “Plus you’re the hottest” you had no idea what washed over you but in that moment, you felt like anything was better than silence.

“Stand up for a sec” he says bluntly, possibly looking like an idiot, you abide by what he says.

He jerks his chin to signal for you to walk towards him, once more, you listen and walk up to where you’re standing between his spread legs as he’s sat on the corner of the mattress.

“I can be gentle, I don’t always have to be” he says in a near whisper.

Rather than responding with your words, you understood what was being insinuated, so you lifted your arms from your side to rest your forearms over his shoulders, letting your hands rake his back.

His body responds to your touch, hairs on the back of his neck now upright, he let it a slow but heavy inhale while his eyes danced up and down your body.

“Can I touch you” he says in a whisper, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue before his eyes found their way back up to yours.

Just as he looked at you, you’re gaze now exploring the new perspective, his lower lip glistened in the dim lighting, the stubble sculpting his cheekbones and jawline, his hands gripping the edge of the bed as if he was fighting every joint , muscle, and artery, to not grab hold of you and do with you what he wanted.

Your eyes trailed from his long fingers to the prominent veins lacing the back of his hands, finally looking back into his stare that never broke free from yours, from where you were standing, his once blue eyes looked black from the dilation in his pupils.

“Mhm” you finally mumble, you too, now in need of him.

His hands slid off the bed and find the sides of your knees, slowly winding and sliding up your legs, wrists rotating so his fingers teeter between the outer and inner parts of your thighs.

Once his palms reach the top of your hips and his slender fingers are brushing against your waist, his thumbs move the fabric of your shirt up to your bra, as he begins placing kisses where your top stops and your skin starts.

The kisses were slow pecks at first, but as his mouth moves lower, he lets his tongue escape his mouth more and more with every kiss.

Once he reaches the waist band of your underwear peaking out from your jeans, he looks into your eyes while unbuttoning your pants, the sight floods your mind and pussy.

Your hands retreat from his back to squeeze his shoulders in a massage motion as you throw your head back, Matt pulls down your jeans to which you respond with stepping out of them and kicking them to an unknown and unregarded corner, Matt let’s out a chuckle before getting back to business.

He stands, hands gripping your hips harder to steer you to lay on his bed, with your legs draping off the side and him standing where you just were.

Your back arches, his hold on your hips travels to your abdomen to push you back down on the bed. Matt lowered himself onto his knees in front of you, head leaning over your lower half, he takes hold of the band of your underwear with his teeth and starts to drag them down with his bite.

“Matt” you breathlessly plead, you back curving as you strain your neck to look above your head while you lie there, you were scared if you looked down at Matt and watched what he was doing, you’d cum before either of you got the chance to get to what you were there for.

He stops mid-pull for a few seconds, now, you have to look down, you see him smiling with your underwear between his teeth, just about to come over your clit and finally reveal your juice filled clit.

Once he knew you were looking again, he pulls them down all the way, jaw falling slack at the sight of your wet cunt reflecting the glow from the lighting around.

Matt didn’t want a second wasted, he placed one solid kiss over your clit before lifting his neck to get one last look, then letting your pussy connect with his mouth.

His tongue and lips focused in on your clit, alternating between circling your pulsating pearl with his tongue, and sucking you with both his tongue and lips, now closer to red that before from the blood rushing to them as he used them to make your world spin.

You didn’t try to hold back the sounds of satisfaction, every time you moaned louder than the rest, you could feel him grin against your pussy for a moment before he resumed.

One of his hands left your hips to circle your entrance, the other finding your ass, squeezing it like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded, his tongue found a way to lick every inch of your heat before two of his fingers slowly slid into your pulsing hole. The pace in which they fuck you, picks up the louder your moans get.

The hand that was placed on your hip, releases its grip and slithers down the bed and you hear the sound of his belt unbuckle.

You can hear Matt begin moaning with you, you look down to see him touching himself with the now free hand while the other remained dedicated to pleasuring you.

You feel your orgasm bubbling up, bucking your hips up to get as much pleasure from his mouth and hands as possible, noticing this, Matt’s tongue laps your clit faster until your climax boiled over.

He doesn’t stop even after you cum, continuing his motions as you squirm under his mouth, eventually he unlatches from your pussy with a ‘pop’ sound.

Matt stands up and leans over to his side table to pull out a condom and hands it to you to let you slide it over his cock. After it’s on, you crawl to the centre of the bed but Matt stops you.

“No sweetheart, stand up” he asserts.

Standing up off the bed, he gently but firmly takes you by the arm in front of the floor to ceiling window, turning you by your shoulders so you’re standing there watching over the bright city lights, from behind, Matt speaks into your ear. “You can take your top off now ”.

You did just as he said, tossing your shirt to the side and looking over your shoulder, you feel Matt’s fully erect dick graze your back.

He pulls your lowered half back as he slides his dick in your slippery cunt, his other hand pushes your tits against the glass. He started off slowly, but the sounds of your sopping wet core, was too much for him to keep the ‘gentle guy’ act.

His arm reached around your waist, bear hugging our front as his hand held on your ribs, his other arm reaching over his head joining your tits in being pressed onto the plexiglass. The more you moaned the harder he went, jabbing your cervix, blurring the line between pleasure and pain.

Your moans went from loud to near screaming when his hand travelled from your ribs down to your swollen and pulsing clit, you let out a scream and he whispers “tell me how it feels”.

You try to formulate a comprehensible sentence but have to pause between thrusts “s-so good, too g-good Matt”, he trails kisses along you shoulder as his fingers work magic over your sensitive clit.

“I can’t h-hold it Matt” you manage to get out. He takes more than a second or two to respond, through choppy breathing he tells you to cum for him, the both of you hitting intense climaxes, grunts and moans bouncing off the thin walls.

You both stand there for a few moments before he pulls out of you, you remove your forehead off of the now fogged up mirror, drippings from the condensation of your breaths. You turn around expecting him to do the same, but instead he stays facing you, grabbing your jaw and tonguing you, only letting you go after he’s satisfied.

The night ended not long after that, your body being just what he needed to fix his insomnia.

Matt came out of the washroom to see you putting your shoes on and grabbing your pile of signed merchandise.

“Don’t lose my number pretty, I think I’ll be visiting this city a lot after tour, I like the people and stuff y’know” he says to the back of your head while you walk towards the door.

As you place one step out of the door, you turn around to look at his face “Wasn’t planning on it”

You swiftly close to door, wanting to get the last word. As you sit back in your car, you pull out your phone and watch their most recent YouTube video in the silence of the empty vehicle.

An hour later you were laid back in your bed, feeling a bit of insomnia, you figured it was only right to touch yourself to the memory of the last few hours.

Authors note: so I tried to do less chunky paragraphs and break it up more, here’s a little smth for valentines from me to you ;)

[maraudersilver]

My Valentine (James Potter x Fem!Reader)

James Potter x Fem!Reader

wc: +3,4K

cw: fluff, mentions of sex (no smut), corniness.

Summary: When the reader leaves her workplace in a fuss of a certain Friday, Sirius Black offers to give her a ride without mentioned James’ Valentine plans.

Back at Hogwarts, Fridays felt renewing, a sense of freedom etched into the nippy breeze of the castle’s gardens as the students roamed around the many secret passages. Some snogging, others finishing the last details of a party, some hanging out with friends, and very few stuck at the library to study whatever subject was making their life miserable.

You loved it. Every single moment of your life in Hogwarts was ingrained in fond memories in your mind. It didn’t matter the O.W.L.S or the N.E.W.T.s, if you had the chance, you would do everything all over again.

However, once in real life, adulting through many different jobs and a rent to pay, Fridays had become an excuse to loaf on the couch and rethink all of your decisions up until then. You would still go for a couple jars with your friends and boyfriend from time to time, yet the lack of energy and the built up tiredness of an endless week always left you drained. 

That’s why when Sirius Black presented himself at your workplace on a Friday, you almost snarled at him. It had been a hideous day. Everything that could go wrong went wrong and you didn’t have time to eat anything during your break, not that you had had a break anyway. Alas, you just wanted to arrive home and rot in your couch while you debated whether life was worth it or not. 

“Nice to see you, too.” Sirius rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest while he leaned on his bike.

“What are you doing here?” you asked tiredly, trundling towards the handsome man.

“Thought you’d need some fresh air.” He shrugged his shoulders, his characteristic crooked smile making its way onto his face.

You shook your head, sighing tiredly. “What I need is to make my way to bedfordshire.”

“Fun, aren’t you?”

“Fuck you.”

Sirius just chuckled, which made your skin crawl. In any other situation, you would have been thrilled to see your friend. However, you weren’t in the mood for his unabashed teasing. 

“Claws in, princess. C’mon, I’ll give you a ride,” Sirius said, pointing to his bike with his head. Although, an old couple that was strolling just next to him snapped their heads in alarm and scandal at his words. 

“Well done, Black. Scaring our elders,” you grumbled, your eyes drifting from the staggering couple back to the dishy man before you, who had grabbed a helmet for you. Somewhat miffed, you put on the helmet he was offering you before mounting the bike, your chest pressed to his back. There was no point in fighting Sirius, too wayward to accept a ‘no’ for an answer. “Where are we going anyway?”

“Don’t spoil the surprise.” Sirius grabbed the handlebars and a clamorous snore started the bike.

“Is James there or some- AHH!” 

You gripped Sirius’ waist as tightly as you could as he accelerated the bike, turning it invisible before lifting it onto the air. It didn’t matter how many times you had ridden with him, your stomach still churned funnily. 

Your surroundings were blurred, the only neat thing being Sirius’ covered in leather back. What you supposed were trees and roofs passed before the corners of your eyes in undefined shapes and uncoloured forms. Time lost its purpose, hidden in the haze of your mind after you stopped counting the seconds it took the bike to land. You considered begging Sirius to stop, yet your voice was stuck in the knot that had formed on your throat to thwart your breakfast from spilling all over London. 

After your self-perceived eternity, Sirius lowered the bike to the nearest road. It took everything in you to not splatter all over the asphalt, your head dizzy and limbs numb. If you had any strength left, you were to be chained in Azkaban for the murder of the Black family heir. 

“Careful, sweetheart,” Sirius cackled, hoisting you by the waist after a misled step. “James gonna think you’re hammered. Aren’t you overkilling ‘t a bit?”

“You’re-” you took a deep breath, gasping at the lack of oxygen in your system. “You’re t-the fucking w-worst.”

“That’s the best you can do?” Sirius howled in laughter again, placing one of his arms around your waist to saunter who-knows-where.

You gave him a pointed look. “I’ll fu-cking kill y-you.”

“I’m so scared,” he mocked.

It took you a little while to get your head back on its place, Sirius never letting go of you. Your eyes drifted to the foliage that encompassed the horizon, the peaks of the trees impending over the mystical lake. Everything was colourful, tones pink and orange as the sun hid behind the ivy-like bushes at the far point of your sight. You wished James was there to witness it with you.

All the stress and back pain was left behind, only solemnity and enchantment on your countenance. You could feel Sirius’ heavy stare on you, still forcing you to keep walking over the softened grass. By the feeling of it, it had rained the day before.

“This isn’t London,” you observed dumbly, cheeks warm when Sirius scoffed.

“No way, Sherlock.”

“Where are we?” your gaze chased the many details composing the picture of the valley, searching for the man you actually wanted to be with.

“Always so eager.” Sirius' voice was laced with mocked flirting, finally stopping before a wooden cottage that somehow you had missed in your first inspection.

“Is this where you murder me and they never find my body?”

Sirius laughed mirthlessly. “Hilarious. C’mon, go in.”

You had already climbed a couple of stairs but, at his words, you pinched your brows and looked back at him. “Aren’t you coming?”

“I’ve been suggesting your boyfriend a threesome for donkey’s years, but I don’t think today’s the day, hot stuff.”

You ignored his unabashed confession, although your belly flipped against your will, and rolled your eyes. “Is James there, then?”

Sirius placed his hands in the pockets of his black leather jacket, and he blew a couple of rebellious dark tufts away from where they had fallen before his sculptured face. The wind was waving his hair like a wave tide, so smooth you ached to twist your fingers on it. You had to seriously consider the threesome offer with James. “That’s for you to discover. I was just your ride, not your confidant,” Sirius offered you a cheshire smirk. “Although, maybe another time, you could ride my d-”

“Okay, okay, I’ll go in. Thanks, Sirius!” you bursted out, and the last thing you heard before closing the door behind you was his melodic laugh. 

You sighed in relief, you were sure you wouldn’t have survived any more teasing, any less before his scrutinized stare. Suddenly, the smell of just-baked muffins hit your nostrils, and your mouth watered involuntarily like a pavlovian experiment. 

Following its trail, you paddled around the wooden floors, any survival instinct forgotten in the back of your mind, the only thing present was the need to taste those goods. You missed the hanging t-shirt from the door next to the kitchen, and the scattered shoes all over the flatweave rug in the living room. 

Cooking on the stove was the burly, naked back of your very much dishy boyfriend. Now in the kitchen, the pleasant smell of the sweets mixed with the salty one of whatever he was stewing. You observed the muscles of his back, contracting at his every move, and if your mouth was already watering, now you were drooling like a horndog. The light of the sun drew patterns in his body, illuminating his tanned skin in orange hues, like liquid gold. And the grey sweatpants hang lowly on his hips; your head was light and not from the motorbike ride exactly. 

Sensing your burning stare, James turned around and his mouth stretched in a saccharine smile, so bright it overshadowed the sunset painting the sky outside the window. His eyes wrinkled by the corners, irises gleaming at the sight of you. Your heart fluttered, and the butterflies in your stomach flew violently. It didn’t matter how many times you had witnessed this sight, it always made your knees wobble. 

In a fussy, you pranced towards his awaiting arms, opened just for you. “My darling,” he said, voice laced in honey, brushing his head on your hair, sniffling lightly much to your embarrassment and amusement. “Did you have a good ride? I know how Sirius can be.”

You hummed, hiding your face in the crook of his neck and soaking on his natural scent: warm, sandalwood, cologne. You roamed your hands absentmindedly over his back, feeling him up but feigning innocence at his snort. “Hectic,” James snickered, reverberating in his chest against your own. “He’s a prick. But it wasn’t that bad. Not if I get to have you like this.”

“Aww, aren’t you a sweetheart,” James cooed, his palms caressing up and down your back softly. “Or a perv, if your hands have any say in this.”

“You just had to ruin the moment,” you groaned, and James laughed again, kissing the top of your head in apology.

“You can feel me up as much as you want, my love. My body’s yours.” 

You wanted to groan again, he was so corny your cheeks must be scorching against his shoulder and neck, yet the tingling of your fingertips and the drumming beating of your heart proved you wrong. 

Pulling your head away from your hidden haven, albeit reluctantly, you looked up at him again. James had this thing where his eyes alone showed the very deep of his soul even behind his glasses, and the caring light pouring out of his irises had your head turning and whirling. Damn, you were very much in love with him.

“Where are we?” you asked once your hazed mind walked out of the fog enough to realize you still didn’t know the place, and you scouted your surroundings once more.

James’ eyes followed your motion and his smile stretched even more if it was even possible. “I may or may not have rented this cottage for a romantic weekend.”

Your heart did a flip, and you were sure you were looking back at James with as much passion and adoration as he was. If he didn’t know by now how besotted you were, the proof laid before him. “James,” you said, voice soft and whispery, conveying what words could not say.

“I take it that you like it.” His grin grew impossibly wide. He leaned down, about to kiss your lips, but the squelching sound coming from behind him made him gasp and drop you from his warm hold, much to your sorrow. “Sorry, my love, this is why I couldn’t go get you myself. I wanted to cook you a nice dinner,” he giggled nervously.

Upon his sudden sheepishness, you cooed and hugged him from behind, your arms surrounding his waist and palms pressed against his toned abs. “That’s so considerate, Jamie.” You kissed his shoulder blade, goosebumps forming on his skin much to your delight, and then you placed your head against the spot you had just shown love to. “What are you cooking?”

“Surprise!” 

“James, I can smell the muffins,” you deadpanned.

You could imagine the childish pout forming on his lips, and you got confirmation when he spoke again, tone muffled by his pursed lips. “Then I’ll give you another dessert.”

You snorted, nuzzling your cheek against his soft back. “Oh, yeah? You’ll have time to bake another dessert?”

“No need to elaborate it much, darling. You sitting on my face is my favourite meal after all.”

Your cheeks were ablaze, a pulsing heat setting between your legs. Undeterred by your timid countenance, he snickered, turning around to hoist you from your waist and sit you on the counter, positioning himself between your legs.

The bespectacled man roamed his honeyed eyes all over your body, gnawing at his lower lip menacingly. “You know.” His finger teased the collar of your working shirt, fiddling with the first button, and you felt yourself gulping. “Maybe we could skip dinner after all. I’m hungry for something else,” he drawled, sounding drunk in the lust emanating from his body.

You considered it, though there was not much to ponder about. Your hot, sexy boyfriend was offering you an evening of fun and who were you to refuse? Just when you were about to agree, half lidded eyes focused on his pretty face, your stomach rumbled, the sound almighty in comparison to the quiet tranquility of the cottage. James blinked twice, looking bemused, until comprehension hit him like a gunshot and he beamed, face brightening in streams of laughter so ablaze you felt like the sun was setting you on fire.

Much to your embarrassment, James nuzzled his nose against yours, all previous promise of pleasure forgotten in his teasing gaze. “At least my efforts won’t go to waste,” he snickered, pecking your lips in ample adoration, a wide smile still stretching his mouth. His askew, curly hair tickled your forehead, sending you into a fit of giggles. “You set the table while I finish this up?” he asked, voice sugarcoated. 

You nodded, bounding down from the counter with his help. You scouted around the kitchen in search of plates, serviettes, cutlery and wine glasses, quite lost in the new environment with a very different setting compared to your own kitchen. After opening the fifth, marbled cabinet, you finally found the round plates James had asked you for, and little by little you set the table under the humming tune your boyfriend was entrancing you with, his low voice drumming violently in your chest. 

Considering it finished, you went back to James shirtless form, who was plating an enticing beef stew, covered in what seemed to be blackberry compote. What surprised you the most was the lack of magic use in the whole process. James had really outdone himself.

“All done?” you asked, placing a comforting hand on his right bicep, hoping he didn’t see through your act of touching for the sake of touching.

“Uh-ha.” His tongue was sticking out the corner of his mouth, teeth gently biting down in concentration. “Finished! C´mon, sit down, I’ll bring the food.” You opened your mouth to complain, but he lifted a single finger against your lips, smiling menacingly at you. “Nah-ah-ah, love. Let me pamper you, yeah? For me?” They should really carry out a study of how fast this man went from unabashed to puppy -stag?- eyes, a throbbing pout drawn on his gorgeous facade that melted you from inside out. When you sighed in defeat, his characteristic smile made its way back to his lips. “Atta girl.”

Warmth bursted from the pit of your stomach, flowing like a fluent river to the rest of your body. If he continued like that, dinner wouldn’t be what you sucked into your mouth the following minutes. 

With a slight stumble, you made your way to the table by the dinning room. Now that you had time, you took the chance to observe in thoroughness the cottage you had entered without paying much attention to it. The walls were composed of rounded, dark wood, giving path to pointed and high, wooden ceilings, from where simple and rustic lamps hung and lighted the room in dim brightness. They reminded you of James, always so warm and dazzling. The hearth by the couch thawed out the chilling atmosphere from the outside world, gleaming cozily and drawing patterns on the cushion of the sofa, back to the wall in front of it. 

Then, James jigged down the corridor with two plates in hand, placing them leisurely on yours and James seats, him sitting in front of you. With a flicker of his wand, two red candles appeared on the table, and the lamps turned off, the room only lit by the romantic fire of the red wax. 

“Wow.” To say you were gobsmacked would be an understatement, and you suppressed a smile at the contrast of the elegant dinner against your still very shirtless man. “What’s all the romance for? I mean, I’m not complaining,” you quickly said, raising your hands and signaling at nothing in particular. “But why today?”

James chuckled, hiding behind one of his hands much to your disappointment. His smile should be hung on all the walls of a museum. “Can’t a man spoil his Valentine rotten?” The flickering light of the candles reflected on his glasses, giving his teasing stare a more mischievous contenance. 

You blinked, taken off guard. Valentine? It couldn’t be Valentine’s Day already, could it? Your brain worked in rumination, scavenging for the date on the calendar. That week you had two meetings, a report to deliver, grocery shopping on Wednesday… Oh. There was a pink, huge circle around the 14th on the calendar in your kitchen, marked by you, which only made the matter worse. How could you have forgotten it?

At your decimated expression, James chuckled again, the legs of his chair lugging against the wooden floor. “Aww, c’mere, lovey.”

Without much thought, you pranced towards his open arms. James took your hands and sat you in his lap, staring down at you with so much love your breath stuck in your lungs. Unable to do much more at the moment, your mind hazy and body numb, you passed your arms around his shoulders and pecked his cheek repeatedly. His chest reverberated in giggles much to your pleasure. “Happy Valentines, Jamie,” you murmured against his mouth, lazily kissing him. He hummed in appreciation, returning the kiss with the same loiter. 

His glasses pressed uncomfortably against your cheek, though you didn’t mind. There was nothing in the world you loved more than him, and his lips were enticing enough to fight the slight pricking of his metal frames. 

Your fingers intertwined with his curls, while the other hand caressed mildly the nape of his neck. His hands, however, were roaming your body like a starved man, proving so when he deepened the kiss, tilting his head more to the right. Your breathings were erratic, his tongue asking for permission, and you opened your mouth willingly. Both your tongues danced in your mouth, his exploring the warmth of yours as if he had never been graced entrance before. It was wet, passionate and so overwhelming.

Pulling away slightly, James looked at you with half-lidded eyes, a string of saliva still connecting you both. His glasses were lopsided from the make out session, and his dark curls askew, giving him a lovesick countenance. “Let’s do something,” he purred, and your heat pulsed. “We’ll finish dinner; then we take a romantic, warm bath to the candlelights; and then you let me eat you for dessert. Sounds good?”

“Sounds perfect,” you sighed breathlessly, kissing him urgently once more. Your left hand caressed the three-day stubble growing in his cheeks and jaw, and his hands squeezed your hips.

A daunting feeling crested from your stomach to your chest, settling on your heart. James was yours. The realization of it, even if you had known for years, only increased the tide of love ripples turning into waves crashing against your feelings. “I love you, James.” It was sincere, and the jaunty smile James gifted you, eyes filled with adoration, was proof of the sentiment.

“I love you, too, my love.”

It was a magical night, to say the least. James fulfilled his promise and you ended up witnessing sunset in his arms, your bodies naked against each other, only covered by a thin blanket while the sun rose in technicolour lights brushing the cristaline water by the lake. 

The rest of the weekend was spent undertaking water activities such as paddling in a boat, swimming and splashing, and making love by the shore in the solitude and romance of the woods. 

By the time you had to leave the cottage and go back home, long forgotten was the awful day at work and the stress of mundane life. All you had in your mind and heart was James and your love for him. Although, deep inside you had a fishbone stabbed for having forgotten Valentine’s Day. However, James didn’t seem to mind as he walked you into the warmth of your shared haven, his arm lazily propped over your shoulder in a protective stand. 

Late at night, both of you cuddled up on the sofa, a book left behind in your lap. It was then that your conversation with Sirius that Friday afternoon came back to you. James turned in alarm at your gasp, raising his brows in expectation.

“Can we have a threesome with Sirius?”

James’ mouth hung half-open, his brows now narrowing in confusion. “What!?”

[urautismdiagnosis]

Dashi Design (and her lore for my au)

DASHIIIIIII she has my life eeee

Dashi is my go getter queen, also the headshot of her is her correct hair texture its just that the total body art is a bit older but yeh :>

Dashi lore for my au under the cut

ONTO THE LORE FOR DASHI IN MY AU 🎉🎉🎉

First of all, let's take a little look at her interests- surfing, photography, going out to cave dive for those photos-

And she does all of this stuff, that alot of people might only do as hobbies, to the max!

Whenever she has any interest she always goes as high as she possibly can-

Her family is kinda rich, like "we have rich person hobbies and have expensive vacations every year 💅" kind of rich. Hence why she was able to get so much support for all her interests at a young age, whether it be surfing or photography competitions and so on.

Anyways she's also got an older brother, (I've named him Dan btw) and he's the eldest

See the thing about him and dashi is that they used to be super close as kids yk? He was the oldest sibgling and big brother and both he and dashi were both similar in alot of ways! They were both super competitive and determined to reach their goals, he also was the one who got her into surfing and taught her a ton of stuff!

They were close kinda like how dashi and koshi are...

The thing is though a big part of his identity was being the golden child and amazing big brother and perfect high achiever son, so when dashi started getting older and developing her like.. whole seperate interests and identity that her brother...

Well they started clashing alot, because well she couldn't play the "little sister" that he could teach so everyone could admire how amazing he was, instead she was having her own achievements that he couldn't have any credit in.

He was the kind of older brother who... well choose to be kinda patronizing to make themselves more masculine and popular... and at a certain point it went from "aw big brother helping teach his lil sister!" To " ur actually talking down on me and I hate that, and whenever i try to bring it up you act like I'm a 5 year old when I'm not. Also I dont need ur bad advice on this, I know what I'm doing and ur just acting like a pro in something u don't know anything about"

Alot of his identity and self worth comes from bragging about *his* achievements

The undermining of her own achievements didn't even just come from him either, alot of her passions and skills were just seen as hobbies for fun and not real jobs. Its why she ended up as primarily a computer specialist, she worked as a meteorologist actually! She would use those advanced machines and systems to track and decipher weather, and even was a co-pilot for the weather researchers... but her parents just kinda saw it as her just "being a weather girl"

Her parents are genuinely very kind and caring, nuturing her interests and always trying to be there for her emotional needs but, but they're very out of touch. The type of people to just... not understand why saying a certain phrase *actually is kinda specist* or *why photography actually matters to helping climate change* or *hey actually you can't just try to feed wild animals food even if they act cute cuz it'll hurt them and no it actually IS really bad for a variety of reasons and-*

That sorta thing...

They do genuinely love and try to support her tho, they just... wanted her to get a real job so she could have a good life :/ they're genuie ly nice folks who love to help people out tho

Regardless though,dashi still wanted to fulfill her passions and dreams and needs,and then she learned about the octonauts

at the time thr octonauts were a VERY experimental and risky organization, but she did research and genuinely believed and wanted to be part of what could possibly be a revolutionary organization for rescue, research, exploration, and conservation-

So she applied in secret.

The thing is though, Dan had found out. Their relationship at the time was strained at best but they were still siblings. But then he snitched.

her parents. Freaked. Out

To say they were concerned about their daughter going out to just- possibly- "die in the middle of the ocean!" Or "be stuck and trapped with strangers in the middle of the ocean!" Or "struggle to ever settle down because you're in the middle of the ocean!" Or "get stranded on an island in the middle of the ocean!" Or "get eaten by a whale and cry because u weren't ever able to get back with ur ex u sarcastically said ud get back with because we kept talking about how amazing he was and how we thought ud get married and how sad that made us and then you'd die in a whale in the middle of the ocean!" Or whatever 🙄

Like girl did get swallowed by a whale but it was chill yall need to calm down 💅 like so what if siphonphores tried to eat her once or if the octopods crashed or nearly crashed several times? Like she handled it yall need to have some faith in ur daughter smh

Anyways needless to say they made the process SO HARD esp since Dan STOLE HER LAPTOP WITH HER FILES because he was "woRriEd foR hIs baby SiStEr trYiNg tO ruuN AwAy🥺🥺🥺" She is a grown woman btw and a highly renowned professional in her career.

anyways she managed to join thr octonauts anyways and her parents did chill at least half a year later once they realized she wasn't gonna die in the ocean and that she was fine not "settling down" for a while, they still DONT understand it but like they were just worried their daughter was going crazy and running away (THANKS FOR ADDING A BUNCH OF DRAMATIC LIES TO CHANGE THE STORY DAN)

Anyways she and Dan don't talk anymore, if u ask either of them about it "they just drifted apart", koshi doesn't really know what all the drama that happened was tbh :/ she just remembered them fighting over a laptop and figures they never really got along 😐👍

Anyways dashi makes it a point to never make koshi feel the way dan made her feel

Also dan ended up becoming a lawyer for businesses if u were interested :/

Dashis parents sound pretty bad here and they def aren't perfect, but they're usually just uninformed and they genuinely do have a "we should help everyone in our community ^v^ " mindset and taught dashi alot about self confidence and etc

If u made it this far then congrats!

Btw she didn't start out as a scientist when she joined the octonauts,its actually something that she added to her skillsets and shellington supported her thru it

I'll have to make a dashington post soon lol and also tall about her relationships with the rest of the octonauts crew

She and peso were the last two octonauts to join

[quinloki]

Valentine's Drive

Marco x fem!Reader

9,303 words

summary: Marco wants to do something special for Valentine's, and so he decides to take you with him on one of his longer country drives.

CW: bondage, dom/sub, reader calls Marco master, mean-ish Marco (he is trying to be nice), dildo, anal plug, bullet vibes, overstimulation, forced orgasms, edging, orgasm control, outdoor sex, temperature play, gag, risking being caught/seen, prep, anal sex, vaginal sex, close enough to proper procedures for safety and sanity - I didn't have to, but I did enjoy grounding it, begging, crying, mdni

TL;DR - I did not hold back, enjoy.

It was your first Valentine’s together. Neither you nor Marco put a lot of stock in the holiday itself, but he said it was a good excuse to have fun since you were both off from work that day. The night before you’d packed an overnight bag, and gone over to Marco’s townhouse. It was closer to his job, and unlike his family’s home, it wasn’t constantly packed to the gills with dozens of brothers.

You’d both taken it easy that evening. Marco had made an easy dinner and you’d snuggled on the couch for a few hours watching campy movies before going to bed.

One of the things that prompted the two of you to start dating was that you were both into kink and bdsm. Outside of a session he was sweet, tender, and attentive. During a session he was firm, controlling, even more attentive, and terribly, terribly mean. His sadistic streak matched your masochistic one almost perfectly.

The first time you begged him to go harder than he’d ever been able to go before he’d made you cum so many times he had to call off work for both of you and take care of you the next day. It was intense, but by that point you trusted him implicitly. He wasn’t afraid to push your limits, you weren’t afraid to communicate them, and spring, into summer, autumn, and now winter.

When you woke up on Valentine’s day, Marco brought you breakfast in bed. He sat and talked with you about light topics so comfortably you weren’t sure it wasn’t his plan to do so all day. Once you were done with breakfast he’d finally admitted to the scope of his plans for the day.

For the next hour or so he got you ready for what he had planned. Prep was clinical, and after having gone through it a few times with him, it was automatic for you. The first few times it had been terribly embarrassing, and Marco had even done it “in scene” to help ease you through it. It was, after all, much easier to obey than volunteer when someone wanted to give you enemas.

Adventurous as you both were, the dynamics of your relationship were dictated by a choker style necklace you both referred to as ‘the agreement’. The black band with it’s small silver bird was simple enough to go with pretty much anything, and understated enough to not be immediately obvious as a collar in public. Though, you did have a few of those.

Outside of a scene you were equals. Partners in crime. There was give and take, and compromise, and hard conversations. Everything that life had on offer.

Within a scene it was different. The agreement was that Marco was the authority, and the balance to his absolute authority was your ability to determine when you were in agreement or out of it. In a way, you had all the control, because it was your trust that conferred that authority over to him.

Clean inside and out, Marco dried you off, brushed your hair, kissed your skin, praised anything and everything about you he seemingly could, and pulled you into a hug while on his knees before you. His chin was between your breasts, his hands on your back, and the warm smile on his face was already making your body heat up.

“I feel like you’re trying to butter me up,” you admit with a smile, brushing his hair back before kissing his forehead.

“It’s going to be a long session, yoi.  I just wanted to make sure you were in a good place before we even started.” He hums, kissing your tummy before looking back up at you. “I want to take you on one of my country drives.”

“Three hours along the back roads during winter? There won’t be many cows or horses out to pasture.”

“Nope, not too many other people either. The roads are clear, but most people don’t do the long drive unless it’s nice enough to roll the windows down, yoi.” He smiles, kissing between your breasts. “Though you might ask me to roll them down anyway.”

“What do you have planned, Ma~aster?” You sing the word, taking a step back.

Marco doesn’t let you get far, his hands pulling you back to him, turning you around so you’re facing the mirror while he talks. His hands are firm and almost rough against your skin. You’re both pushing the edges of a session without having officially started it yet.

“I’m going to stuff my sweet bird full of toys,” he begins, his middle finger slipping between your labia and teasing your folds. “Wrap her up in ropes, and let her wear a coat if she behaves, before I set her in my passenger seat and go on a nice long drive, yoi.”

You put your hands over your face, widening your stance to give his finger better access as the heat rolls through you.

“Oh that sounds wonderful,” you try to say the words with confidence, but the idea of it, and his finger are already making your voice shiver.

“Go put on the agreement, and sit pretty for me, and we’ll get started.” He says, pulling his hands away from you and swatting your ass gently.

You head off into the bedroom with a little more pep in your step than you think Marco needed to see, and pull the simple black choker from the box on your dresser. After getting it clasped into place you get down on your knees on the floor, setting them open with your feet together and tucked under your ass. Leaning back you put your hands on your heels.

The position put you almost fully on display. The only way you’d be more exposed would be if you laid on your back and pulled your ankles up to your shoulders. As Marco would say, something that revealing wasn’t for you to control, so of the different ways you could sit - proper, pretty, humble, or apologetic - that just wasn’t one of them.

Proper was similar to pretty, except your knees were kept together and you put your hands in your lap, instead of behind you. Humble was face down, ass up, with your hands on your ankles. It was uncomfortable if you stayed that way too long, and since it was usually a punishment you often stayed that way for long stretches of time while Marco did as he pleased.

Apologetic was a full and proper kowtow, and if you had time whatever you were wearing was folded neatly around you. You’d only done that one a couple times as practice.

After a couple minutes Marco comes into the room with a box. You can see the coiled rope peeking out over the side and press your lips together in anticipation.

“Good girl,” he hums and you feel your body throb. It wasn’t fair the effect he could have on you so easily. Setting the box neaby he crouches down in front of you. His hand at the back of your neck steadies you as he presses two fingers into your pussy.

Whining you rock into the action and help him get deeper. His thumb presses into your clit as his fingers scissor inside you. You were wet before he really even started, and it barely took a minute for him to make messy sounds with his fingers. You kept your hands on your heels, opening your mouth just before he pulls his fingers out of you.

“Look at you.” The smile on his face is dangerous. “Needy, but you’re trying so hard not to be greedy.” He pushes the wet fingers against your tongue and you clean them up happily. “Well, I suppose I could be… nice, for today.”

“Maybe.” He adds quietly, moving his fingers away and pulling you into a kiss. His wet hand teases your nipple while he dominates your mouth. You can barely keep yourself in place, moaning into the kiss, your body trembling from the attention. Even unbound you felt helpless when he did things like this. It was divine.

Leaning back, he holds you in place for a moment, giving you a chance to steady yourself before standing up.

“Up.” He commands, and you get yourself up onto shaky legs. Your knees are a little red from having knelt on the floor, but he didn’t leave you that way for long, so they’d clear up. “Put your hands on the bed and your ass in the air. I’m going to get the plug in first.”

You do as instructed, and Marco comes up behind you working lube into your ass before you have time to anticipate the action. It’s cold, and you gasp, but you don’t squirm away.

“You’re darling little pussy is dripping, so I’ll get the rope harness started before I stuff that hole, yoi.” He explains, working your ass open as you try to stay quiet. He is being nice, he’s not teasing you and edging you, he’s almost being clinical like he was with prep.

You weren’t entirely sure if that was a good sign or not, as yet.

“Alright, talk to me pretty bird, let me know if it hurts.” Marco pushes the tip of a plug into your ass, and you nod. It stretches, eases up, stretches more, eases up, and you realize he’s working the big, long, bubbly plug that wriggles and vibrates into your ass.

“Oh gods.” You murmur the words as it stretches again.

“Too much?”

Shaking your head you push back against the toy. “No, no, sorry sir. I just… realized what it was.”

“Ah.” Marco pushes it in a little faster, getting two bumps in at once and making you moan despite your efforts. “Thinking about it wriggling around for a two hour drive, hm?”

You nod as the last bump is pushed in and the flared flange rests against your ass cheeks. The full feeling was already a lot and you were just getting started.

“Alright, straighten up, put your feet apart wide enough I can reach for the ropes, yoi.” He commands.

You straighten up slowly, it always feels weird with the toy inside you, and put your feet a little more than shoulder-width apart. Marco works quickly and quietly. Sometimes when he ties you up the process of tying you up is the point, and he can easily spend nearly an hour or longer if he gets into really intricate work and poses. Today, however, the tying was functional, and not the main focus, and so he worked quickly.

He folds your arms under your breasts, tying them in place and checking to make sure the tension is right as he works. Even though he’s being efficient, he’s still so close, his breath breaking against your skin, the heat of his fingers trailing over you. It was hard not to get worked up.

Marco tugs on the ropes between your thighs, pulling them loose when he’s getting close to being done.

“Alright, now I can put this in and you won’t drop it a dozen times, yoi.” He teases, holding up a vibrator you’ve had inside you for nearly a full day before. Even with the plug it should be fine to use during the car ride without getting uncomfortable.

He gets it lined up, pushing it in slow and steady.

“You’re so wet it’s already dripping off the bottom.”

“Haaa, don’t… don’t say that, it’s -!!” Your shivering voice is cut short as he shoves it the rest of the way in. Letting out a shallow quavering breath you thank your own lucky stars you didn’t cum from that. One of the fastest ways to get punished was orgasming without permission. Something Marco definitely abused, and you happily let him.

“Mmm, a little less good girl, and a little more lucky bird.” He muses, putting the crotch ropes back into place and tightening the lines, keeping the plug and dildo neatly in place. You nod, your face goes red as he begins to tie your thighs together, just above your knees.

“Now we get you dressed enough you won’t freeze during the stops.”

“We’re… not staying in the car?”

Marco smiles his dangerous smile. “It’s going to be a long drive, you’ll need to stretch a couple times at least, pretty bird.”

That’s complete bullshit. Marco wrapped you up like a mummy and left you immobile for six hours one day. A couple hours in the car was going to be nothing, but you weren’t stupid enough to risk your “nice Marco” possibilities by asking bratty questions right now.

He got you into some thigh highs, pulling them up under the ropes and letting those hold them in place since you weren’t wearing a garter belt. He put thicker socks on over those, and boots on after that. You were a little worried he was going to just trot you outside and to the car in nothing but snow boots, but he only stopped dressing you because he “forgot” some of the accessories.

“These little guys can be taped here.” He hums, putting small bullet vibrators on either side of your nipples, taping two against each one. “And this one,” Marco pulls a larger, almost egg-sized, vibrator out and nestles it against your clit, letting the crotch rope from the harness hold it in place. The added size of the egg pulled the harness a little more snug, but not uncomfortably so.

You were certain Marco had made accommodations for the added mass while tying you up at the start of things.

He then puts your winter coat on you, draping it around your shoulders and buttoning it up. He put the sleeves in the pockets, and it almost looked like you had your hands in your pockets, and were wearing, possibly, a knee-length skirt. The interior of the coat was silk-lined and was cold against your skin for the moment, but it was already warming up.

Marco tilts your face up with just a finger under your chin, and you can feel the heat in your face.

“How’re you doing, pretty bird?”

“Gah-green, I’m…” You take a moment to collect yourself as the vibrators on your chest come to life. “Green!”

“I think you really like where this is going, yoi.”

Nodding slightly, you look away. It’s almost dizzying the blood rushing to your face. “Little nervous, but… I know I’ll be safe with you.”

“Good girl,” he praises quietly, leaning down and kissing you. This kiss is gentle, a soft pressure against your lips as the vibrators against your nipples stop. “Alright, let’s get you in the car. How well can you walk?”

You test your range of motion carefully, taking very tiny steps at first until you sort out how much range of motion you have. You smile sheepishly, and realize Marco’s doing his best not to laugh at you. Even at the best you look like you have to pee.

“Well, if someone asks, you took a fall and are worried about falling a second time, yoi.”

“If-.” You pause. It wasn’t that Marco was intentionally going to parade you around people, but you were going to be outside, and people were also outside. Better to have a story now. No one wants to deal with the police because some concerned, well-meaning, citizen worries your partner is abusing you. “That works.”

Smiling, he sticks his thumb out toward the garage. “Start waddling your way to the car, pretty bird, and I’ll get my coat and the remotes.”

“Yessir.” You almost grumble the words, holding back your tone as you carefully walk toward the garage. You get about halfway there before Marco scoops you up and over his shoulder. You moan as the movement makes the toys inside you shift, and his hand squeezes your ass in response.

He opens the car door and carefully sets you inside, watching to make sure that the toys inside you don’t poke anything uncomfortably as your position changes.

“Good?”

“Yeah, uh, mostly. Not back - eep!” You were explaining you weren’t back in the seat enough when Marco adjusted you.

“Better?”

“Y-yes,” you did appreciate his powers of observation, but sometimes you wished you could keep up. He checks a couple more things, making sure you’re settling in well, and then buckles you in.

Marco gets settled into the driver’s seat, checking on you one last time before he turns all the toys on low.

“Still good?”

Letting out a shaky breath you nod your head. Everything is wriggling or vibrating, but nothing is pinching or causing discomfort.

“Perfect. Ah, one more thing.” Marco pulls a gag out of his pocket. It’s about as thick as a standard ball gag, but it’s got three inches of length shaped like a dick. Just long enough to press against your tongue, just short enough to avoid risk of you gagging on it. After he gets it clipped into place he puts a single use flu-mask over it.

“There, now you’re all tucked in.” Starting the car he pulls out of the garage and onto the road. Once he gets rolling he puts his hand on your knee. You’re acutely aware of the heat of his hand, the texture of his palm against your skin, and the fact that his hand is sliding up.

It doesn’t take much to expose the ropes around your thighs, since they begin just above your knee. Objectively, you know no one can see into the car at that angle. Certainly not on most of the roads you’ll be on, since country roads are barely ever more than one lane on each side. But you can’t deny that your heart is beating faster.

For a few minutes he just leaves his hand there, rubbing your thigh, squeezing it reassuringly as he drives you both out of the city. The vibrators meander to the background of your mind, Marco’s hand occupying the forefront. When you stop at traffic lights he slides his hand up your thigh far enough to loop a finger through the crotch rope, tugging at it a little and watching you struggle to keep your composure with cars nearby.

You know no one is paying attention to you, but it feels like everyone knows. You’re sure the people next to you know you’ve got a gag in your mouth, that you have ropes against your skin. You’re certain some trucker will come along and realize you’re naked under your coat.

Once you clear the city and get onto the country roads, you realize that Marco’s hand was much safer on your thigh than not. When he moves it away the vibrators start to shift.

The little bullet vibes against your nipples get stronger and start fluttering in different patterns. More than the vibrations themselves it’s the way that the difference in patterns makes it feel random. It’s hard to know which side is going to do what, and that uncertainty makes the teasing even better.

“Mmfh,” you squeak against the gag, trying to stay quiet.

“We’ve barely gotten into the country and we’re already picking up my favorite radio station,” Marco hums. The bumpy plug in your ass starts to shift and you tense, moaning again. You’re grateful for the cloth mask, even more than hiding your gag from the passing traffic, it was helping to hide the expressions on your face.

“Almost there, just a couple more adjustments, yoi.” The dildo in your vagina vibrates on a low frequency and starts to shimmy slowly inside you. You’ve barely adjusted to the plug in your ass and before you can even settle with the dildo the egg against your clit hits a fever pitch.

The powerful vibrations against your soaking clit surprises you, and you nearly scream, moaning loudly against the gag. The strong vibrations retreat to a low setting, and Marco sets them to a rhythm different from the two settings teasing your chest. Whimpering, you shift in your seat, trying to get comfortable despite the sensations.

His hand’s back on your thigh, pushing your coat’s hem up and rubbing just above where the thigh high stockings stop. You’re not moaning, but the toys have you breathing heavy against the gag, the odd muffled sound breaking against the gag when something sends a shiver through you.

“There we go.” He hums, eyes on the road. “Be careful not to cum without permission, pretty bird.” Marco warns, rubbing your thigh. “Would be a shame if I took that mask off, or revoked your coat privileges.”

The threat goes straight to your core, and suddenly all the toys are bothering you even more than before. It was difficult to say if Marco’s threats were empty or not. You knew he wouldn’t get the two of you arrested, but he probably would risk an awkward conversation with police if people filed reports.

Every stop light or stop sign, Marco’s hand would leave your thigh and change the settings of one or more of the vibes. If you stopped struggling, he’d adjust the toys. If you managed to shift in a way that gave you relief from something he’d tug on the ropes and readjust how things were settled. He didn’t hurl you toward an orgasm without giving you permission, but he didn’t let you have a moment’s peace.

As mean as he could be, he was still possessive and careful. One of the traffic lights put you next to a big long-haul truck. They were rare on the country roads, but even farms needed large deliveries or pickups. The trucker’s elevated position could give him a view into the sedan, and Marco had pulled your coat back over the ropes on your thighs, and made sure the coat was snug around your neck.

Once the truck was gone he unbuttoned the top buttons of your coat, and put his hand between your thighs, pressing the egg vibrator into your clit.

“Mmmfffh! Mmpphh!” Marco had unbuttoned enough to expose the rope harness at your neck and chest, but nothing truly indecent. The sudden exposure and the pressure of the egg vibrator made your heart race after almost thirty minutes of edging. “-‘ease, eeeaaaase,” you whine the garbled word, desperate for either permission or mercy. Shifting in your seat you moan and whine, letting the broken begging words out as Marco made no move to give you permission, or to show you mercy.

By the time he eases up on the vibe the lack of tension is almost worse. The vibrator is tickling your throbbing clit and you’re nearly in tears trying not to cum. Without his hand on your thigh you can adjust a little bit more and find some relief before you can’t take it anymore, but your body is on edge.

“We’re at the first stop.” He announces, pulling into a small park. The parking area is plowed, but between the empty lot and pristine snow it’s obvious no one else is there.

After parking and turning off the toys, he comes over and gets you out of the car. Standing you near it he has you move and stretch, helping you bend back and just having you stomp your feet. He checks that nothing’s going numb, the ropes aren’t biting anywhere, and once he’s sure you’re okay he picks you up princess style.

If anyone else were around you’d be worried about how the position has your privates almost on display, but you feel like Marco would keep you from being spotted even if the place was practically packed. He kisses your forehead as he carries you through the snow. It’s barely two or three inches, just enough to make a soft crunch and leave footprints with each step.

When he gets to a picnic bench he sweeps the snow off and sets you on it. Your coat is keeping you from sitting directly on the frozen wood, but you can feel the cold starting to creep in.

“I bet the reception here is perfect.” Marco hums, looking down at you as the vibes on your nipples whir back to life. “Don’t you think so, little radio?” He questions, the egg against your clit starting to shiver harder and harder. You moan softly, the break you got was enough that you’re not at the edge anymore, but you’re still riled up.

The vibes in your ass and pussy come to life, and the vibrations are loud - or louder than they were in the car. They’re vibrating against the wooden picnic table and it sounds louder than you expected. You look up at Marco in concern but he just turns them up. It only takes him a moment to have everything going. Different patterns for the ones on your chest, the dildos making a racket against the table are squirming inside you on top of vibrating, and the one at your clit is going as hard as it can.

“Sing well, little bird,” he commands, unbuttoning another button on your coat. You’re moaning and whining, squirming as he does as he pleases. Despite the cold you’re warm, the blood rushing through you at all the stimulation. “There you go.”

Marco’s eyes linger on you, but you see him looking around as well, ensuring you’re as alone as you thought you were. He unzips his pants, and starts palming his erect cock. Every minute or so he unbuttons another button on your coat, working himself up and reminding you not to cum without permission.

You aren’t sure which is more embarrassing, your own moans that are getting louder and more desperate as your body starts to tense, or the sounds of the vibrators beating against the picnic table. It felt like everyone in the county knew what you were doing.

Undoing the rest of your coat buttons he opens it wide, and you squeak, shaking your head. He takes the cloth mask off and pulls the gag out of your mouth, leaving the saliva-slicked device against your neck. Grabbing the back of your head he pulls you close, almost kissing you, but not quite.

“Please, Master-.”

“Color,” he husks, his own voice coming out in a breathy command.

“Green-yellow, green,” you say, moaning as the toys make your body shiver.

“You can cum after I cum on you.” Marco instructs, kissing you deeply for a second. Leaning back he looks into your eyes. “Don’t you dare stifle your song, pretty bird.”

You nod, eyes transfixed on the leaky tip he’s pumping with his hand. You wanted it inside you. Your mouth, your ass, your pussy, you didn’t care. You were hungry for him, and it was terribly cruel of him to show you what you wanted and not even let you touch him.

“Please, please,” you beg, you can feel yourself getting close, but you’re not even begging for your own release. “Cum on me, please, sir, please.”

“You want me to mark you, pretty bird?”

“Yes, please, cover me, master, please.” You beg, your mouth open, your tongue out. He’s not even going to finish on your face, but you can’t help yourself. The toys are hazing your mind, your own orgasm drawing near and you need more of him.

“That’s my girl,” he praises, hot spend splashing on your chest and stomach. Milking himself he cums on you as much as he can, and then grabs the coat, pulling it down and leaving you exposed before he grabs the back of your head and presses the egg into your clit.

“Cum.” He commands. “Sing for me right now little snow bird.” He growls the command, kissing your neck and holding you still as the orgasm races toward its peak.

Your body shivers against the rush of pleasure far more than the brisk cold. The vibrators against your nipples are almost biting against the stiff flesh, the vibrators buried inside you are sloshing wetly from your arousal, battering against one another and competing with the egg that pushes you quickly over the edge. Marco holds your head back so you can’t bury your lips into his shoulder, forcing you to wail your whorish moans out into the air.

You couldn’t hold them back if you wanted to, and you didn’t want to. You wanted to sing for him like he commanded. The keening cries turns into desperate shivering gasps, the sweet rush of release chased relentlessly by the manic toys beating against your body. Marco nearly pushes you into a second orgasm, bringing the vibrations down slowly as he watches your trembling body carefully.

“Much more and you’ll cry, yoi.” He hums, turning each toy off before pulling the coat back up and buttoning it in place. “Can’t do that on the first stop.”

“Haaa, that’s… this is… fuck.” You gasp, your voice shivering from the adrenaline. A nervous laugh dots your broken words and you smile at Marco before he pulls you in for a sweet kiss.

“We’re just getting started.” He promises you. “Hang in there, sweet little bird.”

You nod, and he picks you up, carrying you back to the car. Once he gets you settled into your seat he puts the gag back in place, and the cloth mask over that. After he buckles you in he turns all the toys back on and turns them up to full. The brief break was enough to take the edge off of the earlier almost-overstimulation, but that’s kind of the problem.

Your whole body is tingling and there’s no rhythm or break. You want to ride the dildos inside you and cum, just to get it over with, because the vibrations are keeping you wound so tightly, but as Marco gets in the driver’s seat and puts the car back on the road, he doesn’t turn the vibrators down.

Moaning and panting through the gag, you wiggle and squirm and beg and plead as best you can for him to turn something down, anything. You’re going to cum and you’re not going to be able to stop it, but all he does is tap the tip of your nose and remind you not to cum without permission.

“Ah don’ ‘anna ‘um!” You beg, throwing your head back and trying to shake off the building pleasure.

“Then don’t cum.” Marco says easily, and you growl in frustration. You catch the smirk on his lips and whimper. “If you can make it to the next stop you’ll be rewarded.” He says.

“Ow ‘ong?” You ask, trying to shift enough to at least get the damn egg off your clit. The rest can almost be relaxing, especially since there’s no random pulses from the vibes teasing your nipples.

“Mmm, about twenty minutes.”

“’ENTY ‘INUTES?!” You weren’t expecting him to pull into the next empty lot, but that was a lot longer than you thought you could last.

“Well, now it’s forty. Want to complain more?” His face is smiling, but his tone is warning. You don’t play the brat with Marco much at all. Every once in a blue moon you like to push back, but more than anything you love to just fold in his hands, whatever shape it is he’s going to put you into.

“… ‘orry.”

His hand is on your thigh. “Hang in there, yoi.” Marco hums the words reassuringly, but his hand’s off your thigh within a couple minutes and all four of the bullet vibes against your nipples are set to different patterns. Even worse than the first time.

You try not to growl at the new predicament, but you can’t suppress the strained whimper. On top of all the sensations, his cum is drying on your skin, itching and catching against the cool smooth silky interior of the coat. It’s a new sensation on top of everything else and the more there is the less you can defend against.

Fifteen minutes and you’re doing good - or were. There’s a new problem.

Stopped at the train tracks there’s a long shipping train going by. It’s been a good two minutes already and there’s no end in sight.

“Just not your lucky day, is it, pretty bird?” Marco questions, and the rest of the vibrators start to writhe and shiver in patterns. Whimpering you try to shake the building pleasure away, but his hand on your thigh is limiting your motion, and pressing the egg into your clit more than the ropes do by themselves.

“Ease ‘emme ‘um!” You beg, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. He’s watching the train as you thrash in the seat, completely unconcerned with the car behind you. “’Eeeeeaaase!”

“It’s not a matter of permission,” Marco says, turning to look at you. He wipes the tear out of the corner of your eye and gives you an apologetic look. “You have to make it to the next stop, pretty bird.”

“Ah, but this might be prudent.” He reaches over, taking the gag out, and pulling the mask back up over your nose. “This way if you need to call out a color it won’t get lost in the gag.”

“Please, Marco, please I’m gonna - I’m not going to be able to hold it back! Mercy!”

“Using my name, pretty bird?” He says icily.

“Master! Master, I’m sorry, please, I’m - shit, shit, I’m not going to be able to! It’s too much!” You whine, trying to wriggle away from his hand on your thigh, but it’s no use. You can’t leave the car in the first place, even if you weren’t tied up, Marco’s hand would be able to reach whatever it wanted.

“Maybe you’re overdue for a proper punishment.” He hums.

You don’t really hear him over your own struggle. “Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna - I can’t!” Your body tenses and you shudder against the vibrators, cumming hard. Biting your lip you growl, squirming inside your ropes as the orgasm you fought against claws through your body.

“Sorry,” you gasp, panting heavily as you start to come down from your high. “Sorry, I’m sorry, I couldn’t - hnnngh! - please, I cah-can’t.”

“Shhh, shhh, you’re alright pretty bird. Just because you’re going to be punished doesn’t mean you’re doing bad.” He says soothingly, getting you to nod. “Hang in there, yoi.”

“Haa- yeah, I… please, the toys, Mar— Master, please, fuck!” You squirm, the relentless toys sending thrills into your sensitive skin harshly on the heels of the orgasm. At this rate you’re going to cum again.

“Oh, well, since you couldn’t hold it, now you get to cum until we get to the next stop. Over and over.” Marco puts the car into drive as the last car of the train passes by and the barriers lift, letting you continue on your way.

When he drives over the tracks your eyes roll back and you nearly orgasm again. You’re trying to desperately control your breathing so you’re not getting lost in too many orgasms, but it only takes five minutes for the next one to rock your world. Marco is relentless in keeping the egg against your clit, changing up the patterns and intensities as he drives, keeping you from being able to get used to any one particular set up.

At the third orgasm you’re sobbing, drooling, nearly growling swears as the pleasure circles around your bones. He’s made you cum back to back before, but never during a long session like this. It was cool in the car but you were starting to sweat from the exertion. There’s no pretense of trying to hide what’s going on, and if you weren’t tied up as much as you were you’d probably look like you were possessed.

“Gods-Fucking-Ass! Again, not again, shit, shit,” you squirm, hips bucking into his hand. “My ass, my ass, hhnnnnnnngh- it’s not-from-my-cunt-it’s-my-ass!” Growling you clench your teeth for a second as your body tenses from the anal orgasm and you start grinding into Marco’s hand. “Good, I’m good, I’m good,” you gasp the words because Marco was checking in on you between orgasms.

Your hair was sticking to your skin from the sweat and exertion. Your sounds were coarse and thick, pleading whines were more directed at yourself since Marco had already told you he wasn’t going to show you mercy until you reached the destination. If you really couldn’t take it you’d give him a color, but as much of a trial as it was, the orgasms were melting your mind and it felt amazing.

You were going to pay for them, you were sure, but you also knew that Marco loved the sounds you made. Whether you were begging, crying, or cumming at the top of your lungs. As long as your sounds, concerns, discomforts, pleasures and pains were his fault he was satisfied.

By the time Marco pulled into the next destination you were at the end of what you think you could take. The toys had been turned off, but your body was still twitching. Tears were drying on your face and you weren’t entirely sure how many times you’d cum, but you knew Marco kept watch over you, even while he’d been driving.

“How are you doing, my love?” Marco asks softly, his big warm hand cupping your cheek and pulling your gaze over to his.

“Good, m’good.” You mumble in response, nuzzling into his hand. “Lil’ yellow, maybe gimme a minute.”

“Of course. You need anything untied or removed?” He questions and you shake your head.

“Nah… no,” licking your lips you give him a weak, but genuine smile. “How long have you been planning this?”

Pink tinges Marco’s cheeks as his expression softens even more. “Years. Just…  needed the right person to come into my life, yoi.” He explains, brushing sweaty hair off your face.

You can feel the heat rushing into your face, turning enough to hide in his hand. You hear him chuckle before he leans over and kisses the side of your face, getting you to stop hiding in his hand and letting him kiss your lips again. The sweet action sends the heat in your face back down into the rest of your body, warming you through and through.

“Ready?” His hooded gaze feels like it’s diving into your soul, and you nod shyly. “Good.” He kisses you deeply, tongue pinning you to the car seat, hand against your shoulder until you’re moaning into the kiss.

Getting out of the car, Marco gets you out again, this time putting you over his shoulder after removing the gag and mask from around your neck entirely and leaving them in the car.

“Oh no this is Whiskey Point.” You whine and Marco squeezes your ass.

“It is.”

Whimpering, you have a pretty good idea of what he’s going to do. Whiskey Point is notorious for the echo that rings out from it. School kids, usually at the start and end of the semester when the weather is really nice, come through as part of class field trips and shout their echoes into the air, giggling over all sorts of shenanigans.

To mark the best spot for this phenomenon, there’s a sturdy wooden lectern with a plaque on top that explains the point’s pleasures.

“No one’s going to know it’s you.” He says in what you suppose is meant to be a reassuring tone, as he sets you down by the lectern. He sweeps the snow off the stand completely, before taking your coat off of you entirely. Laying the silky interior of it down on the snow, you fidget and whimper, but now’s not the time to be asking questions or complaining.

Lifting you up he sets you, face down, on the cold stand.

“Cold!” You cry out involuntarily, flushing as you hear your voice flit over the landscape.

“We won’t be long, yoi.” He promises. “Count, pretty bird, loud as you can after each one. If you don’t give me your best shout I’ll have to come up with an additional punishment.”

“Yuh-yes sir.” Your breasts are cold, and so are your arms, your back, your ass, your legs - even the parts of you that aren’t pressed into the lectern are exposed to the cold air. You’re not sure if you’re shivering in nerves, anticipation, or because of the cold directly.

Marco’s hand lands sharply against your ass and the resounding clap almost sounds like a gunshot. You wait just a second for the echo to give you space and shout after it as loud as you can.

“One!” the word bounces around like the slap and you’re not as cold as you were before, embarrassment heating your body a little.

Another sharp crack, this time on the other cheek and you shout a count after it. Anyone within hearing distance is going to start putting two and two together, and anyone who knows will know what’s going on.

The third slap already stings, Marco’s not being gentle because time’s limited. By the tenth slap you know your ass is red, you can feel the sharpness of the sting, and the heat of your own skin from the strikes, but the whole situation is an intense turn on.

You moan. Loudly.

“Oh?”

“T-TEN!” You stammer, squeaking as Marco turns you over on the lectern. The cold wood feels wonderful against your heated ass, and you sigh in relief as he pulls the knot loose that’s holding your thighs closed.

Tucking the egg vibe into his pocket he cuts the crotch rope, and tosses the dildo into the snow. He takes a quick minute to work the anal plug out of your ass, tossing that into the snow too. You moan, softer this time, from the sensation, gasping as he grabs one of your ankles and forces your legs open wide.

“Wh-what are you doing?” There’s a focused look on his face, and while you trust him, you aren’t sure what he’s planning to do.

“Testing something, yoi.” With a practiced movement, he swings back and slaps your soaked pussy the same way he’d been slapping your ass.

The sharp clap isn’t as loud, and you’re sure he held back at least a little bit, but the snappy sting, the weight behind it drives right into your body. It hurts, sure, but the pain is nothing compared to the pleasure that rolls in behind it. The impact might not have echoed nearly as loud, but you moan in a way that more than makes up for it.

“Fuck,” you husk, body shivering for reasons that have nothing to do with the cold. “D-do that again, please.”

Marco’s brows raise and he smiles. “Not out here, yoi.”

Pulling you off the lectern he picks up your coat, shakes it once to dislodge any actual snow and puts it back on you. The interior has been made frigid, and you gasp at the sharp cold, whining and wiggling as he buttons you up. It’s part of the punishment, but also the cold does feel nice against your backside at least.

With your legs untied, he gathers the toys he tossed in the snow, the discarded bits of rope, and puts one hand on your shoulder to help you stay steady as you both walk back to the car.

“How’re you holding up? Still yellow?”

Shaking your head you smile as you get situated into the car seat. “Nah, I’m green. That was… unexpectedly invigorating.”

“Not much of a punishment then?”

“I did not say that.” You pout. “Feeling like someone had to have heard all that just… turned me on more than I thought.”

“Mm, well, we can even things out another day, and see just how much that pretty pussy of yours likes being slapped.” He declares, stealing a kiss as he buckles you into your seat and shuts you in. You’re already warming up the coat again, and you’re starting to get more comfortably warm.

Marco pops the trunk, tossing the items that are out of play into the back before getting into the driver’s seat. Without your thighs tied together, Marco’s fingers play in your wet folds ruthlessly. Anyone who can see his arm probably knows what he’s doing, and without the mask and gag there’s no way for you to hide your face entirely.

After your punishment you don’t dare to close your legs, you’re just grateful your coat is on and buttoned up fully at this point. Moaning and pleading with him within the confines of the car feels more private after you were screaming your head off at the echo point, and while other traffic is in the back of your mind you don’t really care about it.

“So nervous at the start, and look at you now.” Marco hums the words before plunging his fingers inside you, making you buck and cry out. “Being such a good whore.”

“For-for you,” you husk, rutting your hips into his fingers, your eyes are closed and you’re focused on the hot pleasure of his fingers.. “Juh-just for you, Muh-master, just a whore for you.”

“No one else.”

“No one else,” you repeat. “Un…. Unless you…” You can feel your face heating up, embarrassment rolling down your shoulders as you shrink into the seat. Marco’s fingers have stopped, and you don’t need him to tell you what it means. “I’d let you, you know, share me, if you wanted.”

He’s quiet for a long moment, and you aren’t sure if you said something that was going to kill the rest of the session, but his fingers start moving again.

“You trust me that much, yoi?” You nod in response and he pulls his fingers out of you, putting them in your mouth. Licking his fingers clean as you drove down the road was the right kind of embarrassing. “Mm, maybe when the weather’s warm we’ll go back to that park bench. Can tie your pretty ass up on the table, face down on the bench and let any brave passerbys that approach use you.”

The idea makes you clench and you moan against his fingers. The warm chuckle you hear from him is a good sign and while you’re sure you’ll be talking details and limits later on, right now it’s fun to just sink into the fantasy.

You lick up the length of his index finger. “I don’t need anyone else but you, just so we’re clear.”

“I know, pretty bird.” He hums in response. “I do like the idea of getting to watch you.” He turns your head toward your passenger window and you see a young, wide-eyed guy at the wheel, face flushed red, looking back at you. Opening your mouth, you stick your tongue out as the light turns green and Marco turns down a different road.

“His friends are never gonna believe him.” You muse with a grin.

Marco smiles, rubbing your thigh. “Ready for the last stop, pretty bird?”

“As I’ll ever be,” you reply, opening your legs and letting his hand wander where ever he wanted it to.

Marco drives for another half hour. When he asked his question you thought he was close to the stop, but as time carries on you can feel the anticipation knotting inside your stomach. He teases you, turning the vibes on your breasts off and on, fingering your pussy randomly, making you sit so it’s obvious that your legs are open, even if no one else can see inside.

By the time he pulls into a place you’re nearly in a trance, desperate for release, frayed from the length of the session and tense from trying to figure out what he’s going to do. Marco talks to you when he opens your door and it takes you a moment to focus on his words more than just his voice.

“With me yet, pretty bird?”

“Y-yeah,” you hum, leaning forward and nuzzling against his face.

“Good girl.” He praises quietly, kissing your cheek while helping you out of the car. “This is going to be intense, so don’t be afraid to call a color, even if you need to jump straight to red. I won’t be mad.”

“I know.” You answer as Marco presses your chest to his, reaching around and spreading your ass cheeks. You’re standing in the cold with him, but your backside is still to the car. You’re a little more aware now, but nuzzled into his chest you don’t know where you are.

He fingers your ass, adding more lube to what was already there from the toy. The action is sweet and pleasurable and you moan and whine softly into his chest. The toy’s been out for a while, but it had you loose and warmed up for long enough it doesn’t take him long to get you back there.

Marco undoes your coat again, this time setting it in the car before grabbing you by your rope harness and pulling you away from the car with ease, especially since your arms are bound he tosses you face-first into a pile of snow. You yelp in surprise from the action, and then cry out from the sudden cold of the snow against your bare skin.

Before you can do anything Marco’s on top of you, pushing his rock-hard cock into your ass roughly. It stings, despite the prep, but the stretch, the heat of him against you, the desperate need that had been building in your body since he started prepping you that morning was coming to a head.

You moan deeply, and Marco’s hands are on your shoulders, pushing you into the snow as he sets a heavy pace, fucking your ass for his pleasure more than yours.

“Cold it’s cold!” You cry, breath being shoved from your lungs with each slap of his hips into your ass. “C-cold, but- but it feels - Ah! ♥ - good! So fucking good!”

“Cum if you can,” he husks, grinding into you. His pace has slowed a little and he’s hitting all the places he knows you like. As harsh as the cold is, it’s nothing compared to what the situation and Marco are doing to you. “You’re clenching down so sweetly, pretty bird.”

“Don’t say that, don’t it’s - hah - embarrassing! I’m,” Marco grabs your hair, lifting your face away from the snow. You still can’t see anything but snow, and you moan as the vibes on your chest turn on. “Fuck, fuck, Maaaa-aster, I’m-.”

“Cum for me,” Marco commands, nipping at your ear. “I’m going to stuff ice cubes up your cunt and fuck you, look at you, loving this cold so much. Fill the tub full of ice and leave you in there until you start to turn blue, let you get to shivering so bad my touch feels like fire.”

“Gods, hnnnnnngh, no, no, please, I-!!” Your feet kick in the snow as your body tenses and you cum. Your pussy flutters against nothing, ass throbbing against his cock, the initial rush stole the air from your lungs, but you breathe in and cry out. The sound is desperate and guttural, clawing its way up from your lungs only to be shattered between your teeth as they clench against Marco’s continued thrusting.

You’d be clawing at the snow if your arms were free, but in a few more thrusts he’s driving you into the snow again pounding heavy in your ass. He feels hot, unbelievably hot and is throbbing deep in your ass, and the contrast is driving you mad.

“Hang in there, pretty bird.” He says, pulling out of you and rolling you over. Marco switches condoms so fast you wondered idly if he practiced just for this, or if he was always so quick and you just never had the focus to notice. The sharp cold of the snow on your back, however, was keeping your mind focused in the here and now, despite the lingering euphoria of your earlier orgasm.

He grabs your ankles and presses the back, folding you in half as he pushes easily, and deeply, into your pussy. Gasping, you moan, throwing your head back into the snow as he presses you down and hilts inside you. Soundly pinned all you can do is whine and moan with each deep thrust.

Every time you try to speak he kisses you. If you needed to call out a color you could scream it into his mouth, but you let his tongue shatter your words as his cock melts your mind. You’re going to cum again, your throbbing cunt was hungry for something after he made you orgasm from your ass and you were already sensitive from all the teasing and spanking of the day.

The only sounds you made that escaped Marco were your moans. There could be a crowd for all you knew, but you didn’t care, let them hear what he did to you.

The building pleasure is soft despite everything surrounding it. The build is inevitable, but your body is too tired for much more at this point. Garbled thanks bubble up in your mouth only to be devoured by Marco as your eyes roll back, and you spasm against him. He lets the babbling moans go, licking and nipping at your neck and collarbone. He fucks you through the orgasm, heavy, bruising thrusts pushing the air out of you and keeping you on the edge of pleasure until you’re whining and squirming beneath him in overstimulation.

You can’t stop the sob as your addled and abused body begins to overload.

“Please, please I can’t - can’t cum again, please, I’m begging,” you sob. Your tears are hot against your cheeks, more so because of how cold your body was. “Please, master, please.”

“One more, pretty bird,” he commands, words and lips sinking into your skin. “You’re doing so good for me.”

“Can’t,” you sob even though you can feel the tension in your thighs again. “Can’t, please, please just use me, and c-cum, please.” Your voice cracks between sobs and Marco kisses you, grinding into your clit and bullying himself as deep as he can.

“Fuck,” he husks, breaking the kiss and putting his forehead against yours. “Just like that, you’re so perfect for me,” he practically growls the words. “Crying so beautifully, you’re making me cum, pretty bird.”

His words go straight to your cunt and you cry. “No, no, I’m gonna - gonna!”

Marco grunts, snapping his hips roughly a few times as you cum with him. “Just like that, good girl.” His words sink into you with the euphoria of the forced orgasm and you can’t really hear or feel anything except for him.

-:-

-:-

The last orgasm had all but shattered your senses, and you were only vaguely aware of the ride home. Marco took care of you, talking to you the whole drive back home, which was short, since he’d been slowly circling back toward it the whole time.

He sat and soaked in the tub with you until you were both pruny, after he’d gotten you warmed up thoroughly and washed. You’d come around entirely by the time he was showering with you, and were able to lean against him and relax in the tub. You two talked about the session, things you definitely wanted to do again, new things you wanted to be able to try, and when Marco teased suspending you from a tree and leaving you in the snow you didn’t argue against it.

The most embarrassing part of the entire thing was the next day, when Marco brought you the newspaper during breakfast, pointing to something he’d circled.

MISSED CONNECTIONS: To the girl good at counting on the peak during Valentine’s; I’da given you ten more at least ~_^

[billiegabbysyd]

v-day surprise ( azzi fudd x reader)

summary: you surprise azzi

cw: aged up azzi in the present she is 25 and reader is 23

what if she says no? what if she says no?

the phrase that occupied your mind as you sent a message:

hey can you come over? dress nice. 🙂‍↔️

your thoughts stopped as soon as you got a message back from her:

sure😊 i’ll be there in about 45 minutes.

she replied!

she being azzi.

azzi fudd.

the woman who had your heart for the past 6 months.

the two of weren’t official. yet.

you both liked each other and had danced around the idea of being girlfriends.

being exclusive.

you two had started out as friends. you had only known each other for 2 years.

you met at a bar in the city. she had just started her rookie year for the new york liberty and had went out on her own to explore.

you were out with a friend. drinking and talking.

she had been sitting across you and had been stealing glances at you for a while.

you didn’t notice until you caught her.

those big, brown eyes. staring. you couldn’t take your eyes off her after that.

your friend took notice and encouraged you to talk to her.

she welcomed you with the sweetest smile on her face.

the two of you hit it off so well. you bonded over just moving to the city.

you moved here with your best friend landing a job with one of the biggest advertising agencies . graduating from wellesley early at 20 turning 21.

she talked about being nervous playing pro ball and being away from her family and best friend, paige.

talking for what seemed like forever in the best way possible. you two got along so well that you ended up going to her place to hookup.

the morning after, you both laughed. agreeing to stay in contact with each other.

and from there on you and her talked everyday.

hanging out at least 3 days out the week.

inseparable for a whole year and a half as good friends. until the night of her 25th birthday.

you hooked up again. it took you both by surprise in a way but you continued to hookup.

again. and again. and again.

you two never really talked about being together officially. you just enjoyed the moments you had

but there was this unspoken understanding that you didn’t see anyone else.

but after 6 months of being with her intimately. you were are ready for something more.

fast forward to today. you sat there was a surprise for her.

deep in your thoughts about how tonight was going to go until a knock at your door.

you take a deep breath before walking and opening the door.

and there she was. with a smile.

looking beautiful as ever in a all white pantsuit. her top, a corset with lace.

unintentionally matching your dress and the bow in your hair.

“wow, you look amazing.” she said to you. you blushed.

“thanks! you do too. she embraces you before planting a kiss on your cheek.

“so” you started while taking her hands into yours. ‘i have two valentines day surprises for you. can you close your eyes?’

she nodded before shutting them tight. you went to grab her flowers and balloons.

you stood right in front of her, telling her to open her eyes.

she gasped.

“oh my gosh! thank you y/n so much.”

you giggled as she took her gifts from you, setting them on the couch.

she takes you by the waist, grabbing your face to give you a passionate kiss.

“truly love the gifts. i wish i would’ve gotten you something but considering-“ you held her hand up to stop her.

“that’s ok. i wanted to spoil you, but that brings me to my second surprise.”

you take her hand leading her to your bedroom.

her eyes lit up as she saw her it.

rose petals arranged to ask her to be your girlfriend.

“azzi fudd, these past years with you have been amazing and i couldn’t ask for a better person in my life. i want you to be my girlfriend. there’s no one who can make me feel loved and cared for like you. i want to be you because you are selfless, caring, and passionate. so, will you be my girlfriend?”

her eyes gleamed with joy as she nodded her head frantically.

“of course!” you jump into her arms.

knocking her down on the bed.

you both laugh.

the end

Happy late Valentine’s Day!

sorry I kind of rushed this one🫠

[yoke9494]

♠️ Broken Heart Collector. ♠️ Ackerman twins/F.reader.

For @alebrasil0101

Only on Tumblr, this will not be posted on Wattpad or AO3.

⚠️Mafia/Cartel Au, Yandere/Dark content, Gore, rape, drugs/alcohol, violence, guns and weapon use. Death.⚠️

Levi and his twin brother Luci were doomed from the start. Only bred to become the family's guard dogs, they've had dirty hands since the age of 10. Lonely deranged boys now turned into dangerous sick men. That is until a pretty little thing happens to get their attention. Will she save them from a loveless life? Or will she drive them deeper into madness?

All chapter links will be at the end of chapters until I get better organized. This is just a teaser so it is short.

*Levi*

They say the night we were born was dark and deadly. The second I took my first breath I already stole hundreds. A violent storm had rolled through the town as my mother pushed, leaving many dead, lost, or homeless.

If that wasn't a bad enough omen then maybe this next part is.

My mother's name was Kuchel and from what I could tell, she was beautiful inside and out. My uncle Kenny's pride and joy, he was so messed up and ugly but she was not. I wished he never brought her around our sperm donor. The moment he laid eyes on her, she was already his, whether she liked it or not. He used our mother's body to create us. Weapons, killers, guard dogs, are just a few names he liked to call us.

But our mother? Well, in all honesty.. She should have killed us. But as beautiful as she was, she was too weak for this world. What kind of woman falls in love with a couple of brats that came from a rapist just because she heard two fast heartbeats on a machine?

My mother did..

She should have killed us...

But sometimes I wonder if she was happy when the doctor placed me in her arms? She gave me the name Levi and I wonder if it took her a long time to pick it out? I wish I could ask her. But not even a minute later I was taken out of her arms as she screamed in pain once more. My brother was born and she had become too weak after his cries filled the room. She was only able to mutter his name to the nearest nurse before her eyes shut forever.

Her body couldn't handle the birth, she bled too much and too fast. Her body went into shock and she was gone. Not only did our lives cost for so many during the storm but it took our mother's as well.

We were killers from the start.

You would think our family would resent us after killing her. They never did-- The day we turned five, Uncle Kenny let us know why. She was only used because she was pretty and Uncle Kenny was paid and offered a job for her. We should hate him I know but as disgusting as he is.. He is all we have left.

Our sperm donor left us in his and our hundreds of nannies care. He didn't care about us yet. Nannies did the cleaning and cooking. They wiped our asses and taught us how to piss in the toilet. Luci even lost his virginity to one of the younger bitches when he was 15. What did Uncle Kenny do? He shaped us into what our bullshit father wanted.

Instead of toys like the normal kids had, we had weapons. I had a knife collection instead of Pokemon cards. The feeling of the jagged or smooth metal ghosting against the skin of my fingers as I glide then along the blade, how nice the handle feels in my palms when I squeeze it. The satisfying sound of flesh ripping open, especially on the neck. The way blood drips to the floor like those calming rain sounds people listen to for sleep.

Luci had a full walk in safe filled with the newest hand guns and his custom AK-47s instead of nerf or water guns. He liked that they were loud and more high maintenance just like him. He felt powerful when his fingers were in the trigger.

While normal rowdy teenagers were out partying and getting drunk, myself and Luci were learning how to pop joints out of their sockets and laundering money. While Tiffany was getting her pussy ate and puking out her guts, we were learning how to use sniper rifles. While Kyle was getting his dick sucked and snorting his grandma's pain meds, we were transporting stolen heroin to our father's hide out in blood covered clothes. While jenny and Tommy were fighting because the other one cheated, myself and Luci were breaking in skulls and pulling out teeth because someone dared to betray our father in some way or just get on his nerves.

But I don't want your pity. I still have my "normal" pleasures like a hot cup of tea and a good book. Luci had his smokes and whiskey. Complete opposites but they melted the stress away and silenced the screams in our heads.

Our home was luxurious and so was everything in it. We could have what or who we wanted at the snap of our fingers. We attended the best schools and got top grades.

Even now as I sit in our college courtyard waiting on my brother---

_____end of Levi pov____________

"Oh God what the hell is that?! What are you wearing?"

A shrill voice had interrupted Levi's thoughts. The quiet atmosphere was ruined by some dumb blonde who obviously had too many nose jobs.

"ew, are you like poor or something. Why are you here? Shouldn't you like, be cleaning the toilets or something?"

Levi rolled his eyes over to a scene that was familiar. The girls around here were jealous of everyone or everything. They were fucking two faced cut throat around here when it came to one another. He watched a few nepo babies pick on some girl. He tilted his head when your figure fell to your knees because one of the girls kicked in the back of your shin.

He was talking to himself as one of the girls poured their iced coffee on top of your head. " You're just going to take that shit sweetheart? Do something."

But you just sat there and cried while the army of whores walked away. You weren't going to survive here-- Wait.

Since when have someone's cries sounded so... Pretty? Like fucking music to his ears.

" What the fuck are you glaring at?"

There went the beautiful music as Luci's loud ass voice muffled it. He lazily sat next to his brother on the bench.

Levi nodded towards you. "New one, I'm guessing."

Luci followed his sight and let out the fakest empathetic sound. "Aww poor baby. Such a pretty thing when she cries. huh?"

Levi looked at your face as you wiped your eyes and finally stood up. He could see why you were being picked on. An old looking bag and your clothes didn't look like a luxury brand. But fuck you were beautiful with tear stained cheeks.

They both silently watched you pass them by with your head down. Even covered in coffee the smell of your perfume hit their nose and made their stomach feel hot.

Luci leaned forward to watch you a little longer. "So, what was going on with her?"

Levi shrugged. "Bullying her or some shit."

Luci snorted. "Are we back in fucking highschool? Do they know they're not teenagers anymore?"

Again Levi shrugged as they got up and began to walk to their vehicle. He was bringing his own next time, he hated waiting for Luci to get done fucking one of his professors at the end of the day. "You know how childish women are in this place. Too much Botox to their big ass foreheads must have seeped into their brains and made them a little slow."

Luci tossed Levi the keys as he looked around the lot. He could have sworn you came this way? He wanted to give a pretty little venerable thing like you a ride.. Ah, well. He'll just have to say hello tomorrow, they had business to take care of before they went home.

[bitkahuna]

“You, Councilman, are my problem. Despite your relatively new status, you hold just enough sway with the younger dwarves to be a thorn in my side. So. I’m telling you now to back off.” He watched as the Councilman eyed him warily. Bilbo let the moment hold a while longer, tension settling, before quickly breaking it with motion, pulling correspondences from his desk. “Guarantee of restitution from Mirkwood, their post-campaign route plans, and a promise from King Thranduil himself to commit more supplies to the campaign.” He said as he laid it all on his desk and turned it for Lain to see. “Everything I said I would get, I did. I’ll present it all at the next Chamber Council. But before that, I need to know if you support the retaking of Dol Guldur.”

Lain laughed, face flooded with an almost smug sort of disbelief. “Shoulda known y’d only brought me in here ta strongarm me. Spymaster through and through, aren’ ye?”

“I am.” He didn’t even try to hide it.

“An if I don’?”

“Let’s not let things get ugly so soon, Councilman.”

“Will they?”

“They very well might. Which is why I ask you to very carefully consider your next move, because I promise you, this is as nice as I’ll be.”

Lain only gave a bitter smile, looking down at his lap. “Yer gonna threaten me inta compliance?”

“Only if this isn’t enough.” Bilbo shrugged. “It’s your choice.”

Lain's eyes narrowed as he studied the hobbit before him. There was a sharpness to Bilbo's gaze that hadn't been there before, a hardness that spoke of battles fought and won. For a moment, the young dwarf felt a flicker of doubt. "And what exactly would 'ugly' entail, Master Baggins?" His voice low and challenging despite the unease settling in his gut.

Bilbo leaned back in his chair. "Oh, I'm sure you can imagine, Councilman. Information has a way of surfacing when it's most inconvenient." He paused, letting the implication hang in the air. "Your family's mining contracts, for instance. It would be a shame if certain … discrepancies … came to light."

Lain's face paled, bravery faltering. “I- I don’ know wha ye mean.”

“It wasn’t your fault, I’m certain.” Bilbo spoke with a predatory form of sympathy in his voice. His smile was less of a smile and more the baring of teeth. “You were still new to the job. Mistakes were bound to be made.” He reached into his desk once more and pulled out a copy of a contract, certain sections circled and lines underlined. “It’s a good thing the Miners Guild never noticed that tiny little misplaced decimal. Otherwise, they’d realize they were getting … shafted.” He chuckled at his own little mining joke. “And, by my calculations, your family would be in quite a debt. Tough debt to pay.” Bilbo sighed as if saddened by the situation. He was being as cruel as possible. “It really would be a shame if the legacy of your forefathers was ruined after less than five years as the head of your family.”

Lain's face had gone ashen as the implications sunk in, his eyes wide with fear and disbelief. "H-How did ye … ?" He stammered, unable to finish the question.

Bilbo's smile never wavered. "I have my ways, Councilman. It's my job to know things." He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "Now, let me be clear. I don't want to ruin you or your family. I actually quite respect the legacy your ancestors built. And I understand mistakes can happen. But I will not hesitate to use every bit of information at my disposal if you continue to be a problem."

The young dwarf swallowed hard. "Wha do ye want from me?" He asked, his voice barely audible.

-----

Bilbo girlbossing in Erebor after Thorin was too stupid to admit his feelings, and instead, gave Bilbo a ridiculously high position in his royal council.

[procksecutor]

Klavier tilted his head as he leaned against Kristoph, no doubt seeking that familial contact, as may such cases. He supposed he was still overjoyed by how all this is real. Even if it's all just a dream, this strange comfort was something he'd never want to wake up from. He kept an eye on Kristoph's actions, wanting to observe how he handled the fish and such.

Even to Klavier, it all felt so nostalgic. Like nothing ever changed. It was...Nice. It made him content - this is how things always should have been. Yet life happens, and before consciousness struck this life was torn to shreds.

"A story?" He pondered, thinking back to the things he could tell Kristoph. There was so much he wanted to say, to tell Kristoph about so he's up to date. After all, it has been so many years, it's natural things accumulated. He could tell Kristoph so much - yet he thinks he must hold back, not wanting to risk overwhelming him. And so, Klavier decided it'd be best to get arguably the most life changing event for him out of the way, career wise that is.

"Oh - you'll find this interesting, I'm sure. I almost got torched during a concert. Obviously I'm fine - can't say the same for my poor guitar though..." A fake sniffle to follow that up, but it was heartbreaking such a treasures gift was demoted to firewood.

"She's been through it! She was a gift too, so I can't just throw her. It's important you know it was one bad thing after another! My keys were stolen, my hog wouldn't start, worst of all a cue was missed. Ach..." Klavier dramatically put the back of his hand against his forehead, as if adding a dramatic flair to his already dramatic words, "Oh but then a murder had to happen! As if that day couldn't get worse, the worst thing imaginable happened!"

Klavier pouted, wrapping his arms around the older man's arm. He looked up at him with puppy-like eyes, yet his brows furrowed to show his displeasure as he thought back to it. Naturally - that day was tragic for more than one reason. It was one of those days where he felt like he needed Kristoph. But he couldn't talk to Kristoph, so navigating his emotions was tricky. But looking back, he does think he did a decent job on his own, even if every time he was in silence, the silence felt too loud.

"And I'm sure you wouldn't believe who did it. I know I didn't believe it at first, and yet I accepted it without complaint, because when I really thought about it, he would do that."

Klavier wouldn't elaborate though. He wanted to make Kristoph curious, as if telling this very real event as if it was a work of fiction. And honestly, a part of Klavier can't help but think it sounds fictitious! It was so crazy, so much happened and Klavier was sure he had got a severely bad headache from it! He was just thankful no greys sprouted.

Tomatoes, onions and- a head...? Klavier had rarely ever heard of cabbages referred to as a head. Usually, it's accompanied by the phrase of cabbage. A head of cabbage. He looked at Kristoph, raising a confused brow. Because that's what he was - he didn't think twice about it, didn't think about any other implications. The wording simply was confusing...And slightly worrying. Maybe he was overthinking, maybe his brain is making falsehoods up, but he's so certain that it was a worrying phrasing.

He edged closer to Kristoph, leaning in slightly, as a curious pet would. Was he feeling okay? Did he have to sit down a while? Klavier wondered if he should pull out a chair for Kristoph to sit in, just in case. But then he managed to speak, and suddenly everything was fine. Almost everything. There were still thoughts on how he could help the older, somehow.

"Ach-" Klavier shook his head slightly, "Alright...But if you need to sit down, please do. I was worried for you."

He didn't want Kristoph to overwork himself. Not now, not ever. He thinks all this might be just too much for the older Gavin. It's like being deprived of sight and suddenly you can see again - that things should be taken at a good pace. He pulled out a chair, just in case. It was a silent gesture, mainly. At least if one excludes what he said. But it was good to emphasize his point, plus helpful! He doesn't let Kristoph bother with the extra pulling out of the chair. Saves him time. Klavier soon got to work with the tomatoes, cutting them with a decent thickness. He was told to start with the tomatoes, so he will start with them. He'd rather work in the order Kristoph gave. He kept his eyes on the movement on the knife, making sure not to cut his fingertips.

"Can't have you passing out, or something." Klavier soon spoke lightly, forcing a grin as he attempted to lighten the mood. It felt like it needed to lightened, "Otherwise, what would they think? They'd think I'm not fit enough to look after you if I can't stop you from passing out. Right...? I don't know how it works, but I know I'd feel awful if I let you pass out on my watch."

[thinkingabout-girls]

i’ve seen a lot of my mutuals especially in aspec spaces say how much they don’t want kids but my one greatest confession is that i actually desperately want to have* kids more than anything

[bunnieswithknives]

I feel bad for neglecting Hazel so much, I do have many thoughts about her.. and also a mermaid au that im probably not going to do anything with

[rmbunnie]

Something kinda tasteless about the way that alongside the concerns of "Batman needs someone to rein in his aggression/edginess" (mostly a meta concern,) "Robin is a symbol of undying hope right alongside Batman, Superman, and the police system," and "now that the thought's crossed my mind I think being Robin would be pretty sweet actually," one of Tim's points for why he should be Robin at the end of A Lonely Place of Dying is "we need to show the criminals of Gotham that they can't just kill Robin and expect to get away with it!" Because. They can. That's exactly what happened.

Using that line of reasoning, Tim makes the claim that the idea of Jaybin's life as disposable and inconsequential is heinous and bad, his killing something impermissible, but instead of disproving said idea they allow it to become true and devote their energy to making sure it doesn't become widely known as such. By covering his death up, they actually are permitting his murder to go unaddressed and deeming it acceptable, even taking away the opportunity for it to be consequential to anyone outside of Bruce's inner circle by not spreading the news. As much as we say "oh Bruce was a great dad because losing Jason crushed him" and "he almost considered trying to kill the Joker one time," he in all tangible areas did not do anything about Jason's death. Setting aside the question of killing the Joker or not, it's still shown in Batman Year 3 that Bruce's reaction to Jason's death in the time til Tim showed up was to hide away everything Jason owned and carry on with business as usual, a little angrier. Bruce didn't make any changes or actually evaluate anything in a significant way after the warehouse and Jason's death didn't warrant any tangible consequence, that's evident from reading the comic. I know some may disagree, and I acknowledge the room for interpretation, but in order to discuss Tim's reason we have to concede that it is explicitly written into this specific comic as something Bruce and Tim both recognize as fact, because it serves as the foundation that this reason is built on: there is good reason for the criminals to believe there would no punishment for killing Robin based on the actions Bruce did or didn't take in response. The concern about the public realizing there are no consequences for killing Robin wouldn't be reasonable if it wasn't true, if there actually were.

While they recognize that Jason's death came to pass largely without consequence, the fact itself is less of an issue to both Bruce and Tim than letting criminals actually find out that it doesn't have consequence. They know it's unjust, the notion that Jason can be killed without repercussion (and in making an effort to minimize his murder confirm it to be true,) but their concern isn't for what actually happened to Jason or the lack of proper response. At least on the vigilante side of things, the problem is public perception and continuing to uphold an image of Batman as just and diligent while permitting him to ignore injustice against those close to him. There's no efforts taken to actually disprove the idea that killing Robin would lack impact, what Tim proposes is just making it harder to prove right.

I think the best way to word what comes across tasteless for me here (aside from the side commentary on the unstoppable might of the institution of police and how it's an exemplar of heroism) is that beyond Tim's victim-blaming of Jason during his stint as Robin, (discussed in more depth by people who can word it better than me,) in the base text of a Lonely Place of Dying, it is foundational to the initial premise of Tim as Robin that part of his motive for being Robin hinges on accepting what happened to Jason as something that cannot be allowed in their pursuit of justice or go unaddressed for reasons completely unrelated to the actual harm, and then intentionally erasing the event and the way in which it was allowed and did go unaddressed. No matter how much it's claimed in later comics that Bruce was faultless and Jason doomed himself, Tim's Robin came to be at least in part (in-universe) as a cover-up for the lack of action taken about Jason's death, and by extension as an effort to overwrite his time as Robin and an individual entirely. And thought it wasn't the way his character viewed it, Tim wasn't passively complicit in it or going along with a poor grieving man, the intentional and deliberate erasure of Jason as a murder victim and the injustice of his posthumous treatment was part of his opening pitch.

[sciderman]

hey how are your brain bees? Are you doing better?

god, you know, my brain bees are very quiet lately, thank you so much for asking!

really, actually, the surgery fixed most of the problems that i had - but - it did cause a few new ones, that i'm trying to work out.

i feel tired, all the time. i'm medically depressed, and - that isn't really very fun. i don't feel sad, necessarily - but really tired. too tired for drawing, and reading, and all the things i used to love to do. but i have friends to help me through it, and they've been distracting me as best as they can.