#and by time i ever have a day off again it’ll be hot outside again

[cetoddle]

it’s such a nice day today i wish i could just stay at home and lay around in bed with my pets all day instead of go to work

[visenyaism]

tyrannical king maegor dashboard simulator

🐉queen-visenya--outlives

Dowager Queen Visenya Targaryen has outlived her nephew the King Aenys I Targaryen. Her son King Maegor I Targaryen has returned to the capital to claim his father’s throne.

💫 sevensent Follow

crusty incest king died. FLOP!

💫 sevensent Follow

wait MAEGOR?

🥔 bowlofbrown

this job fucking sucks. finished my shift and i cant even clock out because i got lost underneath the site.

#dark as shit down here #never working construction again

💌 maidens-smile Follow

i literally cannot believe how many supporters of m*egor i see on my dashboard every day when he is literally flaying and torturing so many seven-blessed poor fellows just for practicing their religion and saying incest is bad??? he’s literally outside my city waiting to burn us all to death DNI if you support him

🪨 dragonstoner Follow

🐉 queen-visenya--outlives

Dowager Queen Visenya Targaryen has outlived the High Septon. He previously denounced King Maegor and his wives as “the abomination and his whores,” and passed shortly after Dowager Queen Visenya and King Maegor flew their dragons to the gates of Oldtown and threatened to burn the Starry Sept.

🪽 maegors-wins Follow

i for one think “the cruel” is a bit unfair given how he has done so much to uplift women’s voices and free us from religious tyranny like. named the first female heir in westerosi history? improving the infrastructure in king’s landing? decentralizing the power of the faith? he literally loves gay people so much he married three of them?

🦓 zorse-deactivated7849

op what does that eleven inch necromantic targaryen dick feel like because if you keep riding that hard I’m pretty sure it’ll rot off

🔮 tyanna

in seven days you will begin to cough

#twelve. btw

🐉 queen-visenya--outlives

Dowager Queen Visenya Targaryen has outlived her great-nephew Aegon Targaryen, henceforth to be known as “The Uncrowned.” Her son King Maegor I Targaryen has slain him and his dragon Quicksilver over the gods’ eye for trying to usurp his throne.

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why is this always how i find out how do you know this before even cravings moste popular

#also what the fuck is going on up there

🪰 florian-and-jonquil-on-nymerias-ship Follow

guys the oversexualization of king maegor is so problematic and insane considering he’s not only shy and married as a 13 year old but also is literally neurodivergent (has CTE)

🤲 aegonfort-top

🤲 aegonfort-top

lost my left hand for posting this

#it was kind of hot though

🗣️ towerstower Follow

was not into targaryen rule at all but if we are going to do it it’s kind of fun that we are being ruled by a super powered animated blood corpse and his circle of freaky bisexual witches and also his mommy instead of like. a normie who also fucks his sister

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seven hells you people would fuck a k*nslayer if they had valyrian silver hair

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during these trying times when our king is accused of depravity and tyrannies abound throughout the land we must remember the most important truth: the brackens are still a people spawned from the lowest of the seven hells

🐎 brackennation

KILL YOURSELF. Lord Gonzo Tully himself AS YOU KNOW literallyyyyyy gave us the right to move the boundary stones over the tributary. but i wouldn’t expect a blackwood to acknowledge basic laws and rights you’re just too busy doing blood sacrifices to your nasty heathen tree god.

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as soon as i figure out why balerion is overhead rn im coming over to kill you. btw

🐎 brackennation

wait looks like he’s headed towards harrentown

🐦‍⬛ raventooth Follow

oh cool. KILL YOURSELF

💐 floriansfool36 Follow

hi guys!!! sorry i’m a sennight late posting this, my brother got killed and then one of my other brothers got tortured to death and then my great-aunt died and i ended up having to flee dragonstone for storm’s end and it was kind of scary lol. anyways here’s the update as promised!!!

🌟 maidensgrace Follow

i wish Balerion did get you RPF is literally soooooo problematic. look to your sins op

#daenys the dreamer and nymeria weren’t even alive at the same time????

❤️ lanadelrhaena

i think you did a great job. glad you’re safe xx

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YOU HAVE INTERNET IN THE KEEP???? HIIIII

[candlewaxandp0lar0ids]

hoodie season || Chan x Reader

Summary: You're not stealing Chan's hoodies. He's not happy about it.

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings & Tags: Tooth-rutting fluff, established relationship, that should be it.

A/N: Wrote a silly lil one-shot for an idea I got tonight! This was literally written in under two hours, so, uh, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did lol and I apologize for any typos.

Reblogs, feedback and comments are welcome and encouraged!

It starts, without you being aware of it, on a July evening. You and Chan have only been dating for a couple weeks then, and you feel like you’re on cloud nine. For the better half of the night, which you’re spending with his friend group, you’re in his arms, your back against his chest, his chin comfortably resting on your shoulder. Changbin and Jisung tease him about it, but he shrugs it off like it means nothing. He’s got you now, and he likes showing you off, so why wouldn’t he?

It does take you aback when he lets go of you and the cold hits you. It was hot outside all day, and you hadn’t realized that the temperature had dropped by this much. A shiver shakes you to your core, which Chan doesn’t miss, even if he’s being called away to play the guitar.

“You want my hoodie?” he asks, eyes filled with concern.

“No, I’m okay, babe,” you say with a smile. “I’ve brought a jacket.”

He nods, and that’s all there is to it.

It comes back on a night the two of you are spending out. Chan takes you out to this fancy restaurant, and you dress accordingly, always pleased when you get a chance to impress him — and impress him you do. He does that thing that you think is adorable, where he keeps giggling throughout the meal. Under the table, your knees keep touching, and every time, without fail, his ears turn bright red. You love that you still have that effect on your boyfriend of three months.

After that, because you’re near a park, you decide to go for a walk in the night air. It doesn’t take long before you’re shivering in your small, tight dress.

“I’ve got a hoodie in my car,” Chan says, ever the gentleman. “Want me to go get it for you?”

You’re not keen on being left alone in the dark, and your high heels mean that if you go with him, it’ll take much longer than it should. Plus, it would ruin your outfit.

“It’s fine,” you say, arranging your scarf so it wraps around your shoulders. “We’ll be heading home soon anyway, right?”

“Sure,” he nods quickly, and it’s your turn to giggle, because it’s so cute, how Chan always indulges you.

He ends up picking you up when you’re walking back too slowly for his taste, and you protest, but you’re no longer cold when you get to his car.

 The subject — which, by the way, you still haven’t realized is a subject — comes back yet again on a night you’re spending in his apartment. You’re coming out of the shower, a towel wrapped around you, and you’re going through your bag to find the clothes you’d planned on wearing for the night when something lands on the bed in front of you. You glance up to find Chan looking at you, leaning against the door frame.

“Just in case you get cold.”

You have, slowly but surely, made your way into November, but Chan’s place is warm, and you know you’ll have a human radiator, so you grin at him.

“I have a feeling I won’t be needing it tonight.”

Chan grins — but his ears turn red, even now.

 You do a Secret Santa, a few days before Christmas, with Chan and his friend group, at Changbin’s place. It’s an incredibly nice house, but it’s big and it’s old, and you soon find yourself huddling against Chan for warm. It makes him laugh at first, and he presses a kiss into your hair, arm solidly wrapped around you as he rubs your arm. When you don’t appear to warm up as the night keeps going, he disappears for a few minutes, ignoring your protests.

He comes back from his car and hands you one of his signature black hoodies.

“You’re my savior, babe,” you sigh as you pull it over your head.

Chan beams.

His victory is short-lived, though, because you pull away from him after that — with the hoodie, cuddling makes you too hot.

You leave the hoodie neatly folded in his car when you both go back to your place for the night.

It’s just a few days later that you meet Chan’s family for the first time. You’re all dressed-up, determined to do your best so that they’ll like you, even if Chan’s promised you that they would, no matter what, because he loves you, and that’s all they care about.

He dropped the word so easily, and you were left speechless. You haven’t stopped thinking about it since.

Even now, when you’re sitting next to him, making small talk with his mom and listening to his sister tease him playfully, you have butterflies in your stomach. The hand he’s placed over yours on the table, again making it look so natural, so easy for him, isn’t helping.

“Wanna go for a midnight walk?” he offers, later that night. “It’s kind of a family tradition.”

“Sure,” you say, voice squeakier than usual, and he tilts his head as he studies you, but he doesn’t comment on it.

“You’re not dressed warm enough,” he warns you, and before you can say that you’ve brought appropriate clothing, he’s taking off his hoodie and pulling it down over your head. “There. All good.”

It’s late when you come back, so you both wish his parents a goodnight before Chan drives you back to your apartment. You wait until you’ve made it up the stairs and you’ve opened the door to put your arms around him and pull him down for a kiss. It’s soft, slow, and filled with all of your emotions.

“What’s that for?” Chan whispers against your lips. He’s warm against you, his hands on your hips, and you feel so grounded by him. You always do.

“I love you too,” you whisper back.

The hoodie ends up forgotten on the floor.

You celebrate New Year’s Day with Chan’s friends, again, but really, they’re your friends by now. You get at Changbin’s house early so you can help with the cooking and decorating the place, and end up teaming up with Felix and Minho in the cooking department, while Hyunjin takes over the decorations and forbids everyone from approaching him while he works.

It’s not because he’s shy. It’s because he thinks you’re all terrible.

Chan arrives kind of late minute, busy working on songs, as always, while you’re putting out the drinks you’d brought with you. You greet him with a quick kiss. You still have a million things to do.

“I’ve got your hoodie in my bag, you should put it back in your car,” you just tell him as you rush back into the kitchen.

You miss the way he pouts at you.

It’s later that night, but still with a couple hours to go until midnight, that he approaches you while you’re outside, staring up at the night sky and enjoying the fresh air after hours cooped up inside. He wraps his arms around your waist, buries his head in your neck. You lean back into the familiar touch with a satisfied sigh — until he mumbles something unintelligible.

“What was that?” you ask with a frown.

Even with the only light coming through the windows of Changbin’s house, you can tell he’s blushing when he pulls away from you.

“Why aren’t you keeping my hoodies?”

You blink at him.

“…because they’re your hoodies?”

He opens his mouth, closes it.

“Yeah, but they’re kinda… your hoodies too, y’know?”

You tilt your head slowly, and soon, you’re unable to fight the grin that’s spreading on your lips as you watch him get increasingly pouty.

“Do you want me to steal your hoodies?”

The blush spreads.

“Do you like it when I wear them?”

You’re just having fun now.

“Yeah,” he answers, before cocking an eyebrow at you. “Think it’s hot, by the way.”

You burst out laughing, and he tightens his hold around you when that takes you away from him. God, do you love that man. Once you’ve collected yourself, you reach a hand up to gently cup his cheek.

“Okay, I’ll steal your hoodies. Anything for you, love.”

He smiles, satisfied, and kisses you softly. He brings a hand to cover yours, entangles his fingers with yours.

You don’t tell him, but the truth is, you feel warm and fuzzy all over inside whenever he’s around.

So you don’t see the point in having a hoodie when you can have him instead.

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[lilspacewolfie]

I Will Hold You For The Minute

I have a lot of feelings about this movie, too many to express, so please take this even though I'm sure it is not at all coherent <3

Content: 1.1k words, Copia x gn!reader, soft and angsty, idk i have too many feelings right now, ghovie related, Copia stresses a lot, lots of kisses, sweetness, that new fit oh my fucking satan its so hot, no beta.

It is so late that the Ministry halls are deathly silent, with only the rodents out of their hunts. It’ll probably be morning soon, you haven’t looked at a clock for hours, but the world outside remains cool and black. 

Today has been… a lot. That is the only way you can think of describing it. Overwhelming, emotional—like a tornado has ripped through the halls… and yet everything is the same, untouched. 

The man you love, standing before the mirror in his room and studying his reflection, is still here. He’s still Copia. 

Alive and breathing. 

You watch him from the doorway of his bathroom, having just slipped the last of his paint pots into the cabinets, stored away, wondering if they’ll ever be used again. Probably, most likely not. Melancholy has been a familiar friend for you today, and you cannot even begin to imagine how Copia is feeling. 

Copia, now Frater Imperator. 

It is surreal. 

Copia’s got an appraising face on. You watch his gloved hands touch the black glittering clerical collar, smoothing down the front of his new, stunning jacket. It is beautiful, tailor-made and spun from the finest wool with twisted, peak lapels made of the softest, shiniest satin. Attached to the lapels and edged with black gemstones, two precious rubies are pinned with a chain connecting in the centre from which a black grucifix swings. It sparkles under the lamplight, like stars against a black sky at the bottom of which, a ruby red tear-drop gem dangles. It’s ridiculous, maybe even a little bit impractical, but it's certainly Copia. And he looks damn good.

He fiddles with the collar and adjusts his cuffs for the hundredth time that night, and you watch his shoulders visibly slump when he meets your eyes in the mirror. You can't help but smile. How can you not? You love him, adore him with everything you are. 

“Hey,” you whisper, stepping into the room, “the bath is ready…”

Copia nods, his eyes back on his reflection. You pad up to him, barefoot and wrapped in his robe that hangs off your body, sliding an arm through his elbow. You lean against his shoulder, squeezing his bicep. The material creases under your touch, cool and crisp.

“Are you ready to get all this off?” You say again, softly, stroking up his arm tenderly. 

The stiffness that grips him is telling enough. When you find his gaze again, his unblinking and wide eyes are glassy, a little of his paint starting to smear down his cheek with a single tear. You can’t help when your own eyes start to burn. The emotions of the day are finally coming to a head. You’ve both been as strong as you can, an unspoken rule that matters not behind closed doors.

“You did so well,” you whisper, sliding a hand down to his tense one. When you lace your fingers through his, his grip is vice.

“Amore…” The way his voice falters on the term is too much for you.

“I’m so proud of you,” you sniffle, your own tears falling. You grip him tighter, leaning into him, watching your pictures in the mirror. “I’m so fucking proud of you, Copia. My Copia…”

When his face crumbles, you pull each other in a tight, suffocating embrace. Copia buries his head in your shoulder and finally, finally, a sob breaks from him. His grip on you is tense, gloved fingers grasping at you desperately, like he’s afraid if he loosens his hold for a moment you’ll slip through his fingers like smoke. He wets your neck with tears, trembling as you stroke a hand through his soft hair and nuzzle into him. 

You kiss the soft, secret space of skin just under his ear, forever marked by your mouth as you hush him. You whisper words of affection and love, pouring everything you have into him, filling his cup with your light while you replace yours with his dark in the hopes he can find some relief. 

“I’m so proud of you,” you tell him again, softly, half-choked. “Everyone will be… so proud of you.” 

“I—I hope I did good for them. I hope I—I was good enough,” he whimpers on a shaky breath.

“Oh, you did so well,” you cradle the back of his neck and press your cheek to his before you nudge him back. The paint around his eyes is a messy smear down his cheeks, his top lip mashed and smeared into his bottom.

You cradle his handsome face, stroking bare thumbs over his cheeks, catching tears and smears of black paint. His eyes are bloodshot, the white iris starker in the centre of its red rim. The wrinkles of his face are deeper somehow with the stress, with all the loss and heartache, but it doesn’t detract from his beauty—from your Copia.

Leaning up on your tip-toes, you press your forehead to his and close your eyes. His hands stay around you, keeping you close. He’s still tense, but softening as the emotions are finally allowed out of the floodgates. 

“You did so well, my baby. My beautiful, sweet man,” you reaffirm again, smiling bittersweet, pulling back to kiss his cheek. Copia closes his eyes and sniffles again. 

“You will always be Copia. Nothing will ever change that.” You kiss his opposite cheek, speaking between sweet pecks. Copia starts to sway with you, slow, ample movements as you speak. “No matter your title,” another kiss, “no matter your appearance or your dress.” You kiss his forehead. “Papa Emeritus. Frater Imperator Copia.” You kiss his wet lids and the tip of his nose. “You will always be loved and treasured, forever. By your fans, by me, by everyone, my sweet boy. I know we are all so proud of you even if it all feels shit right now.” Your smile is bittersweet when he cracks his eyes open. They’re less watery than before. And you chuckle, quietly, nuzzling your nose to his. He lets out a heavy sigh.

Finally, after a few more bittersweet tears, you kiss him on the mouth. You melt into each other, gripping his lapels, his hand on the back of your neck, everything so soft, solid and shaky all at once. It’s strange, to finally watch the balloon that's been inflating beneath his ribs finally pop. 

“Ti amo,” Copia crokes roughly. “I don’t know what I would ever do without you, amore.”

You bring your hands up once more, caressing his temples and stroking through his soft, mousy hair and greys. He purrs, mismatched eyes fluttering. He pulls you in for another deep kiss, humming into our mouth when you part your lips.

It will take time to accept the changes, you know, neither of you will ever get used to such a huge shift… You’ve both always been afraid of the future and talked about your fears and anxieties in the late morning hours when neither of you could sleep. But you’ve done it before, and you will do it again, together as one.

You know that with him, the future doesn’t look so foreign.

<3

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Let's play a little game | Ethan Landry x Reader

Summary: You get a phone call from a masked ID when you’re home alone…

Word count: 2k

Warnings: smut, fingering, p + v action, ambiguous consent, home invasion, cheating,

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You looked at your reflection in the mirror as you brushed your hair, admiring how hot your body looked in those small shorts and cami. The rumors were true, you really looked your best in your early adulthood. You posed, making sure all your curves were in a flattering angle, and sent a picture to your boyfriend. It was a bummer Chad was away in Woodsboro for the weekend when you looked that good.

After exchanging some naughty texts with Chad, you called Tara if she wanted to come over and watch horror movies. The weather had been gloomy and cold all day, which was perfect for the occasion.

‘’If you had called me two hours ago, I would be running over in my pajamas and bringing along my fuzzy blanket, but I may have gotten a call from a certain brunet from my film class and agreed to go on a date…tonight.’’ Tara covered her mouth to stifle her excitement, but you could hear it in her voice.

A smile bloomed on your lips, excited for your friend. ‘’Oh my god! He did?’’

‘’Yes.’’ On the other side of the line, Tara paused, her head full of Tyler. ‘’I’m so nervous. It’s my first date ever.’’

‘’It’ll be okay, T,’’ you reassured her. ‘’And if he turns out to be a jerk, excuse yourself to the bathroom and send me a text. I’ll call you and fake an emergency.’’

Tara promised, then hung up to finish getting ready for her date. She needed to leave before Sam got home and asked a plethora of questions. Maybe she’ll do a full search on Tyler to make sure he’s not a crazy Stab fanatic like her own ex-boyfriend.

You were about to shoot a text to Anika, but your phone rang again. This time, the caller ID was masked.

You answered with a frown.

‘’Hello?’’ a distorted male voice said.

Your frown deepened. ‘’Eh, shouldn’t I be the one saying ‘hello’?’’

‘’Who is this?’’

‘’Who are you trying to reach?’’

‘’I don’t know.’’ There was a short silence, then the man spoke again. ‘’Do you like scary movies?’’

‘’Yeah.’’ You took a body-spray from your vanity desk and spritzed a little on you, smiling when the sweet caramel scent filled the air.

‘’What’s your favorite scary movie?’’

You took a moment to think. ‘’Probably Jennifer’s Body. Does that count? It’s more of a horror comedy, but I’ve watched it a thousand times.’’

The stranger hummed. ‘’The one with the hot chick that eats her best friend’s boyfriend?’’

‘’Yes!’’

‘’Speaking of boyfriend, do you have a boyfriend?’’

‘’Why? You want to ask me out on a date?’’ you joked, fixing the pendant of your necklace that had flipped over.

‘’Maybe.’’

‘’If you want to ask someone out on a date, calling on a masked ID is not the best way. It gives off stalker vibes.’’

‘’I’m not a stalker.’’

‘’How can I know you’re not?’’

‘’If I were a stalker, I would tell you how hard my cock is just from looking at you in those pajamas.’’

You gulped uncomfortably, standing from your vanity chair and going to your window to peer through the curtains to see if anyone was outside. You were on the tenth floor. How would anyone get up there from the outside? It didn’t make sense.

But it was the only window in your bedroom…

‘’I…I’m gonna hang up. I need to take my dog out.’’

It was a lie. You didn’t have a dog, but the stranger on the other end didn’t know that.

‘’Don’t hang up on me!’’ he yelled at you.

You did anyway.

Seconds later, the phone rang again. Fuck.

‘’Why are you calling again?’’ you snapped at the caller, not bothering to check the ID. You knew it was him.

‘’To apologize, of course.’’

‘’Okay. You did. Now bye.’’ You pulled the phone away from your ear, but the man yelled at you.

‘’If you hang up again, I’ll come inside and gut you!’’

The threat was stronger and starting to scare you, but you couldn’t let him know.

‘’You’re bluffing,’’ you said, praying your voice wouldn’t falter. ‘’I’m on a high floor. You can’t get to me.’’

‘’From the outside, no. But who said I’m not already inside.’’

Fear settled in your guts as your phone buzzed with a text message. A picture. Someone in a Ghostface mask standing in your bedroom. He had a knife in his hand and you had a feeling it wasn’t a fake one.

When was this taken? And where was he now?

You searched your vanity for something to use as a weapon. There was a ton of makeup, a few perfume bottles, your hairbrush — all useless. Then your eyes fell on your manicure scissors. You used them a few nights ago to cut a thread from a shirt. They were small but pointy. It could injure your stalker.

Scissors tight in your hand, you stood from your chair and ventured to your living area. It was a very small apartment. The living room and kitchen were merged into the same room and all the lights were off. You turned the main light on, illuminating the whole room, but saw no one.

The curtains were closed. They were tall and thick enough for someone to hide behind.

Putting your fictive big-girl pants on, you walked to the window to check, but jumped and when you heard the distorted voice in your ear.

‘’Let’s play a little game. I say something and you do as I say….or else I’ll use that sharp knife on you. Got it?’’

You gulped and nodded. A part of you wanted to call the cops and signal a home invasion, but if your intruder was already inside, they would never get to you on time. Even at night, New York traffic was a nightmare.

‘’Take those little shorts off. I want to see those lacey panties you have on underneath.’’

You didn’t want to, but you reached for your small dolphin shorts anyway. You weren’t shy with your body, but getting undressed for a stranger to jerk off to you made you stomach churn. Your fingers touched your waistband, about to pull your shorts down, but stopped when you remembered you were not wearing anything under.

‘’I-I'm not wearing any.’’

‘’Don't lie to me. I can see those tiny shorts from here.’’

You looked around the room, trying to figure out where he was hiding. Your bedroom window was already out of the options. Your bed was a box and your closet and the bathroom door were shut. Where the hell was he hiding?

‘’Not the shorts,’’ you corrected. ‘’The panties.’’

‘’Naughty girl.’’

You should be disgusted, but you found yourself blushing — and slightly turned on — at the creepy stranger's words. Was it the Ghostface mask that was suddenly having this effect on you? You did feel a strange liking to the masked killers when you watched horror movies.

‘’Strip.’’

You fumbled to push your dolphin shorts down and out of the way, exposing yourself bare.

‘’Now go back to your room, get on the bed and sit against the pillows.’’

You did as told and leaned back into your pillows, but kept your knees closed. You could sense where this was going. Men loved to watch a girl touch herself. If you look at their internet history, you’ll find a ton of porn videos of women touching themselves.

He tutted you. ‘’Don't try to hide. Spread your legs. I want to see.’’

You knew you shouldn’t part your legs, but your arousal was getting stronger at every instruction. It’s like he had casted a spell on you and you were helpless to disobey him.

God, you should be disgusted with yourself. How could you be turned on by a masked intruder in a Ghostface mask asking you to strip and give him a free view of your intimate parts?

Shutting your subconscious, you parted your legs and exposed yourself, shivering when you felt the cool air of the room.

You heard a groan in your ear. ‘’That’s a beautiful pussy. Show me how wet you are for me.’’

Your free hand slid down your body and to your mound, then lower. You sighed as you reached your folds, spreading them and showing the way your lips glistened with wetness.

‘’Am I wet enough for you, Mr. Ghostface?’’ you asked into the room, sliding your finger up and down your folds a couple of times.

‘’Why don’t you stick a finger inside? Play with yourself for me.’’

A soft moan slipped from your lips as you did, your finger sliding easily. You thrusted in slowly, then out, and repeated. The pace was too slow for your personal liking, but you knew how to tease and turn on a partner. Watching a video of your fingers sinking in and out of yourself, coated with your arousal had made your boyfriend cum in his dorm bed many times.

But let’s not talk about Chad now.

You added a second finger and caught your bottom lip between your teeth when you curled them. You wish you had your pink vibrator for your clit, but your other hand was occupied holding your phone.

‘’Mmh, you’re making me so fucking hard right now.’’

‘’Are you touching yourself to the sight of me, Mr. Ghostface?’’ you asked, bringing your thumb to your clit and rubbing.

A distorted whimper came from the other side of the line. He was.

The sensations from your touches were sending fuzzy tingles from your neck to your dripping pussy, but it wasn’t enough. You needed more.

‘’Is that all you’re going to do? Are you going to just watch me fuck myself for your own pleasure like a selfish asshole…or are you going to come and fuck me?’’

The line went dead and all the lights went off, sending chills down your spine. You removed your fingers, unsure if this was part of the game or not.

‘’Hello?’’ you called into the darkness of your bedroom. ‘’Is someone there?’’

It was stupid to ask, having seen enough horror movies to know what happens to characters who ask that very question.

The light returned with a static noise and you jumped when seeing a tall Ghostface figure standing at the end of your bed, watching you intently. He pounced on your bed like a lion on his prey, grabbing you by the ankles and pulling you toward him.

A deafening scream left your throat, thinking he was going to kill you. Instead, he parted your thighs and lifted his robe, his pants already down to his thighs and his hard cock out. He wasted no time, thrusting himself between your wet folds and splitting your cunt open as you moaned out loud.

‘’You like being filled with my cock, uh? You unfaithful little whore!’’ the distorted voice said, grabbing your hips and pounding into you. ‘’Getting fucked by someone else while her boyfrined is away in California.’’

Unfortunately, you couldn't deny it. This cock felt fucking amazing.

You pushed all thoughts of Chad to the back of your head. You’ll figure this out later.

Right now, all you wanted to focus on was the man between your legs.

The sounds that rang from your throat were nothing short of obscene, mouth hanging open helplessly while he wrecked your pussy, his cock slick with the evidence of your arousal. You clawed at your sheets, your back arching from the bed from the intense pleasure filling your whole body.

Moans and grunts mixed with wheezings came from underneath the mask. Breathing must not be easy under the rubber mask. You reached out and took it off, gasping in shock when seeing who was underneath.

Ethan?!

You opened your mouth to speak, but he threw your legs over his shoulders and you cried out at the change of angle, not caring that your boyfriend’s roommate was fucking you.

—

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[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#375

“Hey shithead, get over here.  I got some news….  You look like shit.  Come here.  Kneel.  Reach in and take out my dick.  I’ve got to take a piss.  Drink up and listen.  A buyer put in an offer, and it was accepted.  You’ve been sold.  I wasn’t expecting for a chunky slave to sell after only one day of showing, but that big truck driver made a full offer.  He’ll be back later on tonight.  He made some demands….

“He wants you cleaned up on the outside and loaded up with loads from many men on the inside.  I’ll bring the hose around in a bit.  Sir Hank will be down in a bit to bring you some soap.  He’s also going to make that cage permanent, by riveting it on.  Your dick will be useless going forward.

“Do you remember how many men unloaded in your cunt so far this morning?...  Four?  Good.  Hank and I will each provide one.  With you off the market, it’ll be difficult to get men in here just for a fuck. 

“I called a buddy.  You’re not his type, but he’ll bring his slave and fuck him instead.  When he’s ready to nut he’ll just shove it into you.  Or maybe he’ll use a condom with his own slave and then squeeze the load into you.

“Oh wait a minute….  Let me see….  There’s one…  two….  There are a couple of used condoms in the trash can here.

“Bend over and lean against the wall.  Present your cunt.  I have no idea how long these loads have been here, whose load is in them, or even if they were used on you or the slave that was in here last.  You are getting their spooge contents now….  Damn, you have one hell of a gape, which should make the squeezing in of the loads easy. 

“That truck driver has one of the biggest dicks I have ever seen.  He’s great to work with.  Prompt payments.  And most of all he seems to want the fat slaves, or the weird ones.  He’s an intermediary for several buyers out west.  You’ll probably end up on this pig farm where you will be force fed until you bulk up, and then installed in a pig pen with other real pigs.  Castration is most likely.  Not just the balls but your shaft too.

“There, both loads are in you….  Oh, I missed this condom here….  I didn’t realize that our clients used so many rubbers.  I guess it makes sense. 

“The other possible buyer that trucker uses is in Oregon.  He’s one of those militia types, but one who likes fat fags chained up in his basement.  Don’t know that much about him other than he’s a sadistic bastard.

“There!  Three anonymous loads in your cunt.  Get ready, this will probably be my last time for me to breed you. 

“Jesus!  He stretched you out.  All these loads are making this one loose sloppy hole….  This isn’t going to work.  Clamp down then spin around.

“Get me off with your toilet mouth….  You look grossed out.  That’s the cum stew from your cunt.  Clean me off before you get me off.

“That’s it.  Don’t fucking gag.  This is your life now.  Good boy.  You are an ass eating, piss drinking, cum dump slave.  Whoever you wind up with, they are going to do way worse nasty stuff to you.  This is what you do.  This is what you are.

“I’m going to miss your tongue.  That’s what made you sellable.  Does it ever feel good on my dick!  Work it!  Fuck!  I’m going to cum in no time.  Keep licking my balls when I go in deep.  When I tell you, spin around so I can dump in your cunt.

“I wish all slaves could have a tongue like yours.  When you eat my shitter, it really makes my hole quiver.  I don’t know what you do back there, but man does it feel good.  You always gave me your eagerness to please, and you do so no matter how shitty you were being treated.  That’s so hard to find in slaves. 

“I’m getting close.  I’m getting close.  Now! Give me that cunt!

“Urg! Uh! Uh! Ahhh! Jesus! Fuck!  Damn slave.  I gave you a large load to add to the stew you have brewing….

“Clamp down then clean me off….  There you go.  Fuck that was hot.  There’s some sludge in my pubes; get that….  I have to piss again.

“Ahhh!  When I’m done stand up….

“…Slave, I am going to miss you.  You know, if we were in a different situation, I would put you on a diet and a rigorous exercise regimen.  I would have you as my boy. 

“Don’t tell anybody what I’m about to do.  Don’t pull away; I want to kiss you…. 

“…Like that.  Now you treat your new owners the way you have treated me.  If you are lucky, they won’t torture you too much.  I wish you the best.”

[lovexjoe]

In Love With A Stripper Part 2

warning: alcohol, mention of death and language

Armando pulls the car to the back, taking in her attire: he smiles on the inside. She looks beautiful like this, not that bullshit she’s forced to wear. He gets out and opens the door for her. Thanking him, she mentally gives out one more prayer that this man isn’t going to kill her and hops in.

She was shocked cause she could never imagine being in a car like this, it would take her a lifetime to even buy this. The ride was silent, as she looks out the window taking in the scenery of Mexicos city lights. She’s been here on this side of town before with Andres, but she just couldn’t remember exactly. His right hand reaches for hers, she could have sworn her heart skipped a beat. His hand much larger than hers, engulfed her small one with warmth. She intertwine their fingers together and he rubs her hand with his thumb.

She’s really in the car with a drug dealer who could potentially make her disappear off the face of the earth. Yet she felt the most safest in his presence. The car pulls into a gated mansion, he spoke to the gate to confirm his ID and they headed inside.

“Do you trust me?” He looks over at her and she looks back not saying a word. Just looking at him with those doe eyes. She gives his hand a squeeze confirm that she’s okay but he knew he wouldn’t get an answer so easily. He hands his key off to a guard, opening her door for her and leading the way up the stairs. This is where he lives?! Why not just stop drug dealing and retire? He is set for fucking life. This could have potentially been her life with Andres if he was connected with the right people. She pushes the thought away cause it’ll only sour the mood.

They entered his bedroom and it was exactly the way she thought it was gonna be. Crispy clean and all black. There wasn’t a single spect of color in this room: dark and depressing. They sit outside on his balcony enjoying the city lights as they pour up a drink. He breaks the silence first.

“What’s your name?”

“You know my name…..Luna.” She takes a sip of her drink. The mixture of rum and coke easing her nerves.

“Nah that’s not you mami. The real you.” He turns his body to her, giving her all his attention. Her eyes could easily captivate someone yet here she was feeling hot and shy under his gaze.

“Xiomara…” she sips her drink again, numbing her nerves.

“Es bonita, mami” he says giving her a smile, first one of the night and it took all her suspicions away.

“He smiles! So you’re not gonna kill me, thank god!” She puts her hand on her heart and lets out a joking breath. For the first time in a long time he lets out an honest laugh. He’s never brought anyone back home, he’s always had his fun outside and returned to his empty room. But her, for some reason he wants to do things to her but he wanted more. But he can’t want more. This was for one night he reminded himself.

“Tell me about yourself” She takes in his question, wondering if she should be an open book or pick out things that were true and fill the rest in with white lies. She probably wasn’t going to see him ever again so why not?

“I came here two years ago with my boyfriend, he was a drug dealer. I didn’t know much but he had food on the table and we were gonna build a life here. He got killed during a deal gone bad and I-I had to verify the body at the scene because his mom couldn’t go….” She takes another sip. The alcohol causing her mouth to vent all the feelings she’s been holding in for a year now.

“A month after Andres passing I found out I was pregnant. It would have probably been smarter to just not continue with the pregnancy but he’s the last thing I have letting me know that Andres was real. Things have been hard so I strip to save pay the bills and my day job helps me save” Armando’s jaw clenched at the mention of her late boyfriend’s name.

“I’m sorry that you’re going through this.”

“Don’t do that….dont pity me. It sucks but there’s someone out there having it much worse than me.” He nods his head raising his glass to cheers to that.

“Tell me about you….or whatever you’re comfortable with.”

Just one night right? He wasn’t going to see her again and it’s not like anyone would believe her anyway.

“My mom’s in prison right now. She gave birth to me in prison, I was raised there till I was 6 and then they sent me off with someone to the cartel. Here I am….” He sighs and gulps the rest of his drink.

“See? I told you somebody else has it worse than me. Thank you for that.” Laughter filled the room, she notices the crinkle in his eyes when he smiles. He looked much younger when he let some happiness enter his empty heart.

“Armando? Why am I here? If you wanted to have sex…we cou-“

She stops talking when he stands up pulling her close, his hand caressing her cheek. She doesn’t know what he wants. He knows what he wants but he’s not going to admit because it’s insane. They just met.

“I can tell that this isn’t something you do. And after hearing what you been through…I want you but I’m not touching you until you beg me to….” The way he’s looking at her like he wants to devour her, she so badly wants to give in. He picks her up and carries her to his bed. She sits at the edge of his bed while he picks out some clothes for her.

Yes Armando Aretas a fucking cartel is picking out clothes for a stripper he’s beyond fond of. Boy would his mom be having a fit if she could see this. She changes in the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror and smiling. He’s definitely not what she thought he would be. She leans her head down to the black shirt, taking in his divine scent. Once she reenters the room, Tom and Jerry reruns were on the tv and he looked too cute under the covers.

Shirtless…..

How was she going to control herself? She had to or else she would look to easy. She can’t and she won’t!

She got in bed, keeping a certain distance between them. His hand trailing across her exposed skin on her inner thigh. She looked better in his clothing than he did.

“I don’t bite mami, come here” he pulls her close, his hand slipping under the shirt and resting on her stomach. He places a kiss on her temple as they both watched the tv till they fell asleep.

~~~~~~~

The sun creeps through his window, causing Xio to walk up in bed alone. The tv still running some outdated cartoons. Her bedside had roses and a letter.

“I had some business to take care of. There’s a driver and duffel bag waiting for you. I will see you soon - Love Armando”

She heads into the restroom and where she had a brand new toothbrush and a toiletry bag filled with products: expensive ones too waiting for her. This man really had everything accessible for him. She started to wonder how many girls he did this for. Looking at her phone, she realizes she doesn’t have time to wait around as she needs to grab Ricky from his grandma’s. She hurries up changing into her clothes from last night and heading downstairs. Did she keep his shirt? Yup, something to remember him in case she doesn’t hear from him again.

The driver hands her the small duffel bag and she gets into the car and giving him directions to her house. Reminiscing about the little commentary they had while watching looney tunes. How it felt being held by him all night. This was it for them. She doesn’t think he’ll reach out. He knows where she works but….maybe she’s just overthinking.

Andres’ mom sent her a message letting her know that she will stay with Ricky today if she wanted some time to herself. She sighs with relief, she could use a few hours to rejuvenate since she’s teaching again tomorrow. As the driver drops her off, she strolls inside and setting the bag down. She took a look inside and

Wow….she had enough money to stop stripping for a while….

The bag had a small pocket on the side so she decided to open it and what she noticed wasn’t something she was happy about.

She lets out a cry….

She pulls out Andres cross necklace …..

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[mvltisstuff]

lost in the fire - e.b

summary: when visiting the home of a newly divorced couple in their high-security home, things get very heated for y/n and buck.

evan buckley x reader

a/n: based on one of my fav s19 episodes 🤭 also sorry for typos i’m tired and i wanna go to sleep 😁

“damn it, oliver! you called the cops?” the woman yells when she sees the red and blue lights and blaring sirens.

“audrey, there is a fire if you didn’t notice! i called the fire department!” he argues back, then turning to the 118. “my wife was just burning all of our belongings together, and the fireplace just started sparking.”

“ex-wife.” audrey grumbles.

“ok, ma’am. we need to get in there, so why don’t you, sir, come get checked out.” bobby says, leading the husband to henrietta. “we heard there were some difficulties getting in so buck, y/l/n, go see if you can get those doors open and start hitting this thing from the middle.”

“on it, cap.” buck says and the two follow the wife back into the house.

“alright so, i created this whole system to keep this house in line and it’s all programmed a certain way,” she informs the firefighters beside her. she continues to ramble on about how long it took her and how she formed it all.

“ok, well why don’t we open it?” y/n asks, politely but with a little force as well. the woman places her hand on the buzzer of the door, and it buzzes a bright red color. “huh, that’s weird. i’ll try it again.” the second time she places her finger on it, the same thing happens but another warning comes up talking about the attempts left. she pulls her hand back and observes her thumb.

“looks like you blistered it trying to burn all that stuff, it probably won’t work even if you do it a few times.” buck says to her, giving her something to wrap around her blistered thumb.

“well, here, i’ll just try it again.” buck and y/n exchange a look of confusion and doubt that it’ll work, but they wait around for her to try and get the fire revealed to them. “ugh! shit!” they all turn around and look at the door of the garage sliding down into the locked mode.

“no, no!” y/n runs over and hits on the door, realizing she was too late to try and prevent it from closing. “well, that didn’t work. do you happen to have another way to get in?”

“i have a code,” they sigh out of relief because they can already feel the intense heat filling up the garage. “but it’s getting fixed right now. of course, i mean perfect timing for my house to burn down.”

“hey, your house will be ok, we just have to try and figure out how to get through this door.” buck reassures audrey, even though he also isn’t sure how to make it out of here. “when will the system reset?”

she mumbles quietly, looking down at her shoes and taking off her sweater. “maybe a few hours, at least.” buck groans out and looks over to y/n who has a face filled with disbelief. she pulls out her radio and speaks into it.

“cap, it might be a while before we get into the actual house. looks like we’re stuck in here.”

“we gotta get you guys out of there quickly, it is way too hot to be in there for too long.” bobby says, light panic fading through his voice.

“chim! eddie! go grab the jaws and try to pry this door open before our friends get cooked alive. get at the weakest parts of the door and try to break this code.”

————————————————————————

after what felt like days inside that garage, the temperature rises to 110°. they were practically baking inside, with thick beads of sweat falling down their faces. with no water or air, they were already dehydrated and could suffocate in this garage if they could not open it.

the clatter from outside becomes distant as the heat begins to get heavier on their bodies. they are already on the cool cement floor of the room, but even with that, their clothes are soaked. audrey sits over in one of the corners and y/n and buck sit in the other.

“if we ever get married, don’t burn our stuff.” buck says.

“you think i’d burn your stuff?”

“well you never know, that guy clearly didn’t see it coming.”

“we’re firefighters, buck. i think we’d know better.” she smiles at him through the feeling of the sun touching the earth's crust. “at least we’re in here together though.”

buck blushes like he has a middle school crush on her, even though they’ve been dating for a while. “me too, just wish it wasn’t as hot as the devil's ass in here.”

“i wish i had the keys, maybe crank the AC of the car,” audrey says from the corner, eyeing her car.

“AC sounds heavenly, but we won’t have AC again if we get carbon monoxide poisoning from the engine.” y/n tells her, leaning back. it seems like every option they have just get shut down immediately, placing them in more danger.

“buck, y/n/n, how’s it going in there?” bobby’s voice comes in through the radio again.

“pretty good for being in an oven, but uh, get us out please.” buck says. “temps hit 115°”

————————————————————————

heavy breaths and panting have become the only noise in the room. the heat was becoming unbearable, and faith was shrinking as the fire grew. the bangs and hits from outside became almost irrelevant to the heating thoughts in their thumping heads.

“this was not on my bingo card for this year.” buck tries joking around, but neither feels like it anymore.

“save your oxygen, honey.”

“just tell me to shut up, y/n.”

“alright, shut up buck.” she forces out a little smile while slumped against the wall. audrey was their concern, but she seemed to be in the same condition and there was nothing they could do. “i’m getting tired, that’s bad, huh?”

“hey, no, you have to stay awake. we have to get out of here, everyone’s working on it, right?”

“there’s no way they gave up.”

after a few more minutes, feeling like lightyears, they hear several loud hits to the weakest parts of the door. they see something wedge the door, but it’s almost like the heat and stress of the room have closed out their senses to get up and check. with several buttons of their tops undone to try and cope with the heat, they stay still in their spots, losing more and more energy.

the door busts up, and the garage door is thrown up, dents on the outside from the smashing and banging. the vision of the couple fades as they see eddie and chimney walking toward them, helping them both stand up and carry them out. two more paramedics help audrey, removing her from the garage and placing her in an excellent ambulance.

everyone from 118 and even the cops on the scene watch with amazement as the pair comes out in almost full gear, decked with sweat and taking short, slow breaths.

“severe dehydration and heat exhaustion, get them in the ambulance and crank the air conditioning. get them fluids and oxygen masks now!” chimney leads people to each other and y/n and buck sit in their own ambulances.

the relief in their bodies takes a few minutes, but eventually, the moisture evaporates and their heads clear out of the smokey heat. y/n, placed with hen in the truck, asks, “is buck ok? he was really hot, hen. he was so hot in that garage and audrey! is she doing ok, she didn’t look too bad in there, she had fewer layers but still-“

“they’re all okay, y/n. you did well in there. that’s a pretty badass story, too, stuck in an oven basically.” y/n looks out the doors to the ambulance and sees the contained fire, no longer roaring at the garage doors and the ceiling.

“can i see ev?” was her last question. and work from eddie is the same thing happened in his aid car.

“audrey’s good right?” buck asks eddie, pulling the mask away from his mouth.

“she’s fine buck, just relax.”

“where’s y/n? she was sweating a lot in there, barely heard me in there, is she alright?”

being able to stand up strong enough, y/n sneaks her way over to buck. she steps up into the ambulance. “sup, eddie.”

“sup, lava girl.” he teases. “i’ll leave you guys, keep that mask on, buck, or i swear to god-“

“bye eddie!” buck waves to him, smiling and putting the mask back around his mouth.

“pretty bad day, huh?”

“no, not at all.” buck says, surprising y/n. “you were in there with me.”

y/n lets out a cheeky grin at buck and sits closer to him. “you know i love you right?”

“of course, i know that, we just got cooked like hot dogs in there together,” she laughs and he looks into her shining eyes and red face. “and i love you, and i really hope you know that.”

“oh i know,” she says, leaning in to land a light kiss on his lips. he leans more into the kiss as it transforms into a far more passionate one than intended.

“hey!” hen yells from outside. “i left you alone for one minute and you’re already making out where i did not leave you!”

“i’d say sorry but…”

“save it, does eddie know you’re in here too?”

“yeah? he was here when i came in.”

“oh, ok then. diaz!” hen yells and walks away.

“someone’s in trouble with mama hen.” buck jokes and he brings her in for another kiss. “i heard someone say i was pretty hot in there, you didn’t have to flatter me like that.”

y/n slaps his shoulder and chuckles at his sly comments about himself. “i guess you did look pretty hot, but not as hot as that garage, baby.” she caresses the side of his face.

“oh i know somewhere else that gets hotte-“

“buck!” eddie’s voice echoes through the street, looking at buck with his hands thrown in the air. “really? what did i tell you? mask!”

buck shakes his head and then eddie points at y/n. “and you! you made me get in trouble with hen.” he starts walking toward the two of them.

“ok, maybe i should leave for my own ambulance.” she pecks his lips again and skips out of his truck.

“dirty fools, you two.” buck shakes his head and eddie smirks at the two, admiring the relationship they have together.

[gracieheartspedro]

I Can See You

fem!reader x dbf!joel miller

Hi friends! It's been awhile (:

I am back to writing! This time, I'm planning on having many parts to this story. It's a DBF Joel Miller story, which I love to read, which means I had to write it, right?

I wrote this with no Y/N, instead each character gives her a nickname/pet name.

So here's Part 1, I really hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: DBF! Joel, age gap-ish (reader is 25, Joel is 39), eventual smut, joel being a little bit of a perv, reader not having a filter, alcohol consumption

“Mornin’,” His Southern accent was even deeper than usual. My head peaks up from behind my computer, noticing his very tired eyes. The bags under his eyes still somehow did him justice. 

“Mornin’ Joel,” I mutter before taking a sip of my coffee. I watch as he finds his way towards my bosses office. He was only my boss at work, but at home he was just Dad. 

I watch his ass move in his jeans, shamelessly. 

Finding your coworker hot is one thing, it’s another when it’s also your dad’s friend and he was about 20 years older than you. 

I’ve thought Joel Miller was quite the looker since I was about 18. I had just started working for my dad. I was mainly just scheduling and doing work orders. Joel took me out to a work site one day, on my father’s request. He wanted me to get know some of the people who would be scheduling work from us. I got to sit around with the property manager of an apartment complex in a tight black dress in the dead of summer, watching guys replace windows. While outside that day, Joel worked alongside some of the laborers, his tanned skin and shaggy dark hair glistening with sweat. Something about him doing manual labor turned me on. Something awoke in me that day, and ever since then, I thirst over him in silence. 

I catch myself looking a bit too long, quickly averting my eyes to my computer screen. I act like I am typing something, glancing over to Joel and my dad walking out of his office together. They are discussing another project that Joel was overseeing that would keep him very busy in the upcoming months. 

“My girl here will be starting back at college in the fall, so she will only be part time for awhile,” My dad says, drawing attention to me. 

“Oh really, where ya going?” 

I blank out completely for a moment.

“UT Austin,” I finally answer.

“Smart girl, you living on campus?”

“Nope, just getting my master’s in Engineering so living from home makes the most sense.”

Joel shakes his head, “Master’s. Didn’t you just graduate high school?”

“I’m 25, Joel.”

His eyes scan me for a moment, realizing I’m much older than he remembers. 

“Ha,” He grumbles, “Time flies huh, Steve?”

“Sure does, you just wait for that Sarah of yours is off to college,” My dad laughs, slapping Joel’s shoulder. I wince, realizing again he has a young daughter. It wasn’t ideal, to say the least. 

“We got about 5 years on that,” Joel says, his eyes returning to mine, “Well it’ll be nice havin’ you around during our busy season.”

“Happy to help,” I reply, not really meaning it. 

“Hey, Joel, you and Sarah making an appearance at our BBQ this weekend? We invited the whole neighborhood and I can’t remember if you told me you’d be there.”

His eyes are still on me, “Yeah, I’ll be there,” his eyes return to my dad’s, “Just me and Tommy though, Sarah is goin’ over to a friend’s house.”

“Can’t wait!” My dad cheers, “Baby girl, can you make sure my schedule is cleared Friday evening so I don’t have to worry about when I can get the meat?”

“Of course, dad,” I grit my teeth, “I’m on it.”

-

“Hey baby girl, can you go grab me some extra plates?” 

My dad was over the top with his BBQs to say the very least. The whole neighborhood was in on it. Steaks, burgers, hot dogs, chicken, the whole thing. I spent all morning getting the huge backyard and cabana ready for all our visitors. We usually had someone come over to do all the setting up, but Dad made sure to remind me that I was living rent free and being paid on his payroll, so setting up was the least I could do. 

People littered the pool and backyard. I weave between people, giving smiles and welcomes where I could.

I walk in to the kitchen, the cold AC air hitting my bare arms. Luckily, I was wearing shorts over my bikini shorts, or else the goose bumps would be up and down my legs, too. I begin searching the cabinets for the large serving plates you always used for big gatherings. Leaning down, my triangle bikini top almost lets my boobs loose. I sit up straight, messing with the knots on my back. I knew tightening it could only help so much.

“Need help?” I almost jump out of my skin. I turn quickly, spotting Joel Miller standing in the kitchen with me.

“Shit, you fucking scared me,” I breathe loudly, patting my chest to make my heart stop racing, “I think I can get it.”

“Mhm,” He sticks a tooth pick between his teeth, “Lemme help, girl.”

God he was so fine. I hated myself for having a crush on him. But the domestic and simple gray t-shirt that hugged his arms so well and the blue jeans? I simply could not resist staring. 

No chance in hell. But I got to look at him every day and imagine it. 

I turn on my heels, holding the ties out to him so he could tie them. 

“I need them tighter,” I mutter, “Don’t want these puppies falling out in front of the Adlers.”

“Don’t want to excite Mr. Adler too much, he may have himself a heart attack.”

I smile to myself, biting my lip. He ties it, his fingers grazing my bare back slightly. 

“All good now, girl,” I turn to face him, looking up at him through my eyelashes, “Now what were you lookin’ for?”

“Serving plates,” I explain, “Dad is finishing up those steaks, needs more space.”

“Well let’s get ‘em and head out to all the fun,” He says, ducking down to the cabinet I was looking in originally. He finds them, handing them up to me. He looks so good looking up at me from this angle. 

“You want to grab us some beers,” I suggest, “I’ll meet you out there?”

“Your dad runnin’ low?”

“Probably, so grab three.”

–

“So, you going to be here all summer?”

I had no interest in talking to Tommy, but he was keeping me from toeing the line with Joel in my drunken state, so here I am. I sit in my lounger chair, wanting so bad to take off my jean shorts. I knew if I did, Tommy would take it as I’m making a pass, so I sweat extra. 

“I’m starting college in August, so yeah I’ll be around the office and staying home.”

He smiles, “Good to hear, love seeing you around.”

I smile back faking a cheery laugh, “Thanks, Tommy… care to grab me another beer?”

“No problem, sweetheart.”

I watch him walk away before searching the crowd for Joel. I spot him across the yard, talking to one of the newer neighbors. A single mom who moved in two months ago. My dad kept joking the other night that he’d be making her my stepmom, which only made me gag. She was beautiful, younger than my dad, but just about Joel’s age. 

A pang of jealousy rises within me. 

Joel finally catches my wandering eyes. He smiles gently, giving me a nod.

“Here, darling,” Tommy says sweetly, “Need anything else?”

“Yeah, actually,” Your brother, “Can you help me with something?”

“Sure, ‘s up?”

I sit up, leaning over making my boobs hang right in his eye line. 

If I couldn’t keep one Miller’s attention, maybe I could snag second best. My beer filled brain thinks about how they are cut from the same cloth, so they both are probably good at this. 

“Do you want to help me change a lightbulb?”

He raises his eyebrows, “I guess, where at?”

I smirk, “My bedroom.”

We sneak away, my eyes scanning the area. It didn’t appear as anyone was following us. My room was the last room on the left upstairs, so the anticipation as I guided him down the hallway was killing me.

Ever since Joel grazed my back earlier, I’ve been ready. So fucking ready. 

“Are we actually changing a lightbulb?”

I open my door for him, gesturing to him to follow me in.

In the dim light, Tommy was very cute. He was a sweet guy and I knew he’d be the first to jump on my idea. 

“You tell me,” I say, starting to untie the knot Joel tied. In my moment of trying to be sexy, I realize Joel tied the stupidest and hardest knot ever. Tommy notices my struggle, reaching around me, frantically trying to get the top off.

As it gets loose, I reach up to grab his neck.

“What the fuck is going on ‘ere?” 

His voice freezes me. Tommy looks towards the door in horror.

“Joel-“

“Tommy, you fucking know better,” His voice is so intimidating and scary, I cant even muster the courage to turn around, “Git.”

Tommy gives me eyes saying I’m so sorry, and I just stare blankly at my wall. I hear Tommy’s foot steps run down the stairs. I realize how drunk I am because my wall paper begins to move on it’s own. It doesn’t usually do that. 

“Now you,” His stride towards me is quick, “I’m not your Dad, but don’t think he’d like you fucking his employees.”

Maybe it was the liquid courage, “Who said I was trying to fuck him?”

I snap my head towards his stern and impossible to read face.

“Bullshit,” He spits, “He got through my knot, he assumed somethin’ was about to happen.”

“Well, even if that’s where it went, why are you putting your nose in our business?”

He chuckles darkly, “So now it’s ours, huh? I have you know, girl, Tommy’s business is my business. And you’re just makin’ my job hard.”

I tiptoe closer to him, “And what’s your job, again, Mr. Miller?”

“Make sure people are behavin’ themselves.”

I realize what he’s doing. My tipsy mind took a second to search his face for more, but I can't read him at all. 

“I’m behaving, Mr. Miller. I promise,” I reach up, touching his jaw, “No more funny business.”

It was the closest I had ever got to him. I felt a rush just touching him.

“Good, get your top back on and come down to the party. Your dad is looking for you.”

I look down at myself as he leaves the room. My fucking tits are out, and he didn’t even look down.

The game he was playing was not the same one I was playing.

–

The next morning, I have a pounding headache and no drive to leave my room. I was embarrassed and horrified. I knew I would have to face Joel and Tommy on Monday morning, so I had to make amends beforehand. I really didn’t want them to tell my dad and I was pretty out of line for trying to fuck Tommy when Joel wasn't giving me the attention my drunk ass thought I deserved.

After spending hours in bed, rolling back and forth thinking of a script to say, I figured that honesty is the best policy. 

Well, honesty with a little bend in the truth. 

I get showered and dressed. My usual summer time outfit was a crop top and short shorts, but today I needed to be more… conservative. 

I find a nice summery dress, that went to midthigh. It was yellow, not a lot cleavage, floral. Innocent. 

When I get downstairs, my dad sits in the living room, his feet propped up watching the news. 

“Where ya going, baby girl?” 

“I’m going for a walk,” I lie. 

“Wearing that?”

“Yes,” I nod quickly, “Do you need anything while I’m out?”

He shakes his head, “No, have fun, I guess.”

I could tell he was suspicious, but he wasn’t one to pester me too much. He had high expectations for me, but I always exceeded them. He never questioned me too much, unless it was about school. He didn’t even really care about my love life. He always got excited when I told him I was going on dates in college. I mean, I rather him be excited than bother me about the guys I was seeing.

I start my journey to Joel’s. I didn’t even know if he was home or not, I was going on blind faith.

It was hot as shit and I was not fully prepared to walk to his house in a dress and sandals. 

I could’ve just driven there and back. But no, I decided to roast in the hot summer sun.

–

When I arrive to his house, I just kind of stand in his driveway, catching my breath. He was home, his truck was here. 

I walk to the front door, knocking first then ringing the door bell. 

It takes about minute, but he gets the door. 

And he’s shirtless. 

It was the worst and best moment of my entire life. 

“What are you doing here?”

And it’s not quite the response I was anticipating when I arrived at his door. 

“I uh-,” I hear some stirring inside the house, which causes me to peak my head past Joel’s shoulder. 

I see movement, but my eyes find Joel’s again before I could focus in on it. He pushes me back a bit, coming outside and shutting the door behind him. 

“I came to apologize, but you seem busy.”

He shakes his head, “Not busy, just woke up.”

“With someone?”

What the fuck? Why can’t I shut my mouth?

“Pardon me?”

“Well I walked this whole way to apologize about my inappropriate behavior yesterday,” I explain, “But yeah, that’s it.”

The door creaks open and I am wholeheartedly anticipating a hot MILF or something. But instead, it’s a little girl. 

“Sarah, get inside!”

“Oh hi, I know you!”

I smile at the girl. She was cute, I had to admit. She looked a bit like Joel, mainly the smile. A smile I wasn’t too familiar with, because he wasn’t too keen on my jokes. Ever.

“Yeah, I work with your dad,” I explain, “Nice to see you, Sarah.”

“You too, do you want to have lunch with us?”

“Sarah she can’t st-” 

“I’d love to, only if your dad says it’s okay.”

He got himself in a pickle, but I was aching to have a conversation that didn’t involve me putting my foot in my mouth like I almost did again. Plus, some food and water would help the heatstroke I felt coming on.

He stares at me, almost like he wished I’d disappear, “Of course, come in. Sarah is making sandwiches.”

“I hope you like turkey and cheese!”

—

“Thanks for the sandwich, Sarah,” I say, wiping my face making sure I didn’t have mustard left over.

She smiles with her mouth full, “You’re welcome!”

“Hey Sarah, why don’t you go get ready for swim practice,” He suggests, “Me and your new best friend need to have an adult conversation.”

She looks up at him annoyed, “I guess, but don’t scare her away. She has a cool pool I want to swim in.”

I laugh out loud, “Yeah, don’t scare me away, Joel.”

He doesn’t laugh, he just looks at me with his lazer eyes. I just wish Sarah a farewell and shut my mouth, waiting for the storm. He stirs, eating another bite of his sandwich. 

“So you came to apologize, huh?”

I swallow, “Uh, yeah. I’m sorry for my inappropriate behavior. I had one too many yesterday.”

He nods, “Yeah you were practically falling out of that top of yours before you took Tommy upstairs. Surprised you didn’t have it off before then.”

My eyes widen, “Well that’s humiliating.”

“Don’t think anyone was particularly mad about it,” He says, “Maybe one of those neighborhood watch moms, but who cares about ‘em?”

I can’t help but smirk. Was he insinuating that he wasn’t mad about almost seeing my boobs?

“Yeah, they always give me the most disgusted looks when I’m out jogging.”

“Cause’ they miss bein’ young and beautiful,” He explains, “All their husbands stare, too.”

I can’t believe he’s talking to me like this, I find myself leaning in a bit to try to talk quieter. It seems like this is conversation we should be whispering to each other.

“Do you stare?”

Foot. In. Mouth. 

He smirks, giggling a bit. I finally got to see him smile.

“Of course, I do.”

----

Hehehehe tell me what you think! I'll be back with part 2 soon!

[byersbootyshorts]

Losing Feelings (S.R.)

After Lila kissed him in the pool, Spencer needs help getting over his feelings for her. You help him by giving him everything she never could.

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Word Count: 2,291

EXPLICIT CONTENT MINORS DNI!!

Warnings: sub!virgin!s1!Spencer, fem!dom!reader, smut, unprotected sex, hand job, praise kink, a ton of pet names, language

we all would've kissed him in that pool let's not lie to ourselves

Spencer was pretty rattled after the whole Lila situation. The entire team had seen him on the front page of a magazine next to the actress being named the ‘Mystery Man’ in her life and they’d teased him for the majority of the flight back to Quantico.

When you finally arrived it was late so most of the team headed straight home to catch up on a few days of sleep. You wanted to follow suit but you’d left some files on your desk before you left for the last case so you quickly went up to the office to grab them.

The elevator dinged and you stepped out into the dark room. Most of the other agents had already gone home, however, you saw the faint glow of a desk lamp shining in the middle of the room. You walked towards the light, your eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness around you. Moving closer to the light you soon realised that it was Spencer, sulking over his desk.

“Hey, you not heading home?” you asked, causing him to lift his head from whatever he was looking at. He took a moment to register who you were and you realised he had no idea you were even there until you spoke.

“I’m just finishing off some stuff,” Spencer mumbled. You leaned over to see what it was he was sulking over and were surprised when you saw not paper work, but that same magazine. He noticed you looking at it and sighed.

“You know we, uh… I kissed her. In the pool,” he stuttered.

“Wow, good for you Reid,” you remarked. “You gonna call her?”

“Eh, I don’t know. I don’t think I should,” he began. “I kept explaining to her about transference and how she probably only liked me because I was there to protect her.”

“Hey, don’t sell yourself short.” You rest your hip against his desk. “You saved her life. If she’s not head over heels for you after that then she’s not worth your time.”

Spencer sighed, looking down again at the magazine. He bit his lip anxiously.

“Have you ever crossed professional boundaries with a victim?” he asked.

“No, I haven’t,” you replied bluntly.

“I’m in trouble, aren’t I?” he looked up at you with a concerned expression.

“Spence, it’ll be fine,” you reassured him, placing your hand on top of his. He gave you a defeated smile. You smiled back before going back to what you were actually in the office for.

You walked over to your desk and quickly grabbed the files you planned to take home.

“Goodnight,” Spencer said as you passed his desk again, headed towards the elevator.

You were about to reply when you were hit with a sudden sympathy for Spencer.

“Were you planning on getting the train home?” you asked him. He nodded.

“It’s late. Why don’t I give you a ride?”

“Um, yeah, ok. Thanks,” he said, scrambling to pick up his things. He grabbed his bag and rushed towards you.

The ride to Spencer’s apartment building was quiet. Spencer sat staring out the window. The way his leg was bouncing up and down told you that he was still bothered by what had happened on that case.

“Please stop,” you said, placing your hand on his leg to stop it moving.

“What?” he snapped.

“Why are you beating yourself up over this?” you said, pulling into a parking spot outside Spencer’s building. “A hot actress kissed you in her pool and you’re acting like the world just ended. You know, most guys would be over the moon right now.”

“Yeah, but most guys don’t care that it was just a one time thing,” Spencer complained, turning to face you. “I do care. I don’t- I’ve never even- I’m a-,” he stuttered, but you understood what he was trying to say.

“Oh,” you said, not particularly surprised that the man beside you was a virgin.

“I’m just not sure how to make my feelings for her go away,” Spencer groaned.

“Do you want them to go away?” you asked.

“Yes,” he breathed. You lifted your hand from his leg and grabbed his chin between your finger and thumb, pulling him closer.

“Do you want me to make them go away?” you whispered.

“Yes, please,” Spencer gulped.

You slowly closed the gap between the two of you, gently placing your lips on his. You could tell he was inexperienced by the way his body tensed at your touch. But, eventually, he sank into the kiss. You guided his hand to your waist and ran your own hands through his hair.

Breathlessly, Spencer pulled away from you, his lips red and swollen.

“Come up to my apartment, please,” he whined. You nodded, kissing him again quickly before getting out of the car and letting him lead you to his apartment.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” you asked as he opened the door to his bedroom.

“Yes, I’m sure,” he said. Then his face fell. “Why? Do you not want me?”

“Of course, I do,” you comforted him, grabbing his hand. “Anyone who doesn’t want you obviously has no taste.”

He smiled and this time he initiated the kiss. You began trailing kisses down his jaw, whispering praises against his skin as you went.

“You’re a genius. You’re beautiful. I think about you all the time.”

“You do?” he interrupted you.

“All the time,” you confirmed.

Spencer involuntarily grinded the bulge that had grown in his pants against you, seeking friction. You rubbed it with one hand and cupped his face with the other.

“Need some help with that?” you asked. Spencer nodded eagerly.

You reached for his belt, unbuckling it and pulling down his pants. Spencer quickly pulled off his underwear too, desperate to release his aching dick. You smirked, not expecting him to be the size he was.

“Such a pretty cock,” you said, undoing the buttons of Spencer’s shirt and pulling it off his arms. His breathing quickened at the sound of your praise and you didn’t want to keep him waiting any longer.

“Go lie down,” you told him. He did as you asked and you followed him to the bed. You sat down beside him and admired his slight figure.

“Morgan’s right to call you pretty boy,” you said, leaning down to kiss his smooth chest. “You’re a pretty boy, aren’t you?”

“I, uh-,” he stammered.

“Tell me you’re a pretty boy and I’ll make you feel good,” you said between kisses.

“I’m a pretty boy,” Spencer whined desperately.

“Good boy,” you told him, slowly sliding your hand down his stomach to his dick. You ran your finger up the shaft, just barely touching it. Spencer bit his lip in an attempt to stifle his moans.

“No, don’t do that, baby boy,” you demanded. “I want to hear your pretty voice.”

Instantly, Spencer let out a high pitched whimper.

“That’s it. That’s what I want to hear.”

From his reactions so far you could tell that praise was the best way to turn Spencer on. So, you continued to stroke his dick and shower him in praise.

“You know what? I don’t think you and Lila would’ve worked, even if you lived closer to each other and didn’t have two of the hardest jobs to have a relationship in.”

“Why’s that?” Spencer whispered breathily, furrowing his brows.

You moved your hand to the top of his cock, rubbing the tip with your thumb as you explained.

“Because she’s an actress. They get off on praise.” You profiled her, which Spencer found incredibly attractive. That, combined with your thumb circling his tip caused precum to drip down his dick.

You continued. “If you two were together, she’d be begging for all the praise. But you wouldn’t want that would you?”

Spencer shook his head, eyes tightly shut.

You began to pump your hand up and down his dick, slow at first, but you sped up with every whine that fell through his lips.

His inexperience meant he didn’t last long and soon he was whimpering something you could only assume was his way of saying his was going to cum.

“That’s ok, baby boy,” you said, not slowing the pace of your hand. His dick twitched and his cum shot from it, covering your hand and his stomach.

“Good boy,” you praised, removing your hand from his cock.

He whimpered at the loss of contact but his mood lifted again at the sight of you licking his cum from your fingers.

“You taste so good, angel,” you said as you bent down to lick the rest of the cum of his stomach.

“Did I make you feel good?” you asked him, wiping your mouth.

“Yes, so good,” he croaked, his voice already hoarse.

“Do you want me to do it again?”

Spencer nodded but you weren’t satisfied.

“I want to hear you say it,” you insisted.

“I want you to make me feel good again. I want to make you feel good. I want you to fuck me,” he rambled.

“Ok, pretty boy, ok.”

You got up from the side of the bed and moved to the bottom of it. Quickly, you threw off your clothes and climbed onto the bottom of the bed. You gently kissed Spencer’s thighs, the sensitivity causing him to shudder.

“So beautiful,” you said, wanting to admire every part of his body.

You moved up his body, sitting yourself just below his dick.

“You’re sure about this,” you checked one last time.

“Yes, fuck, please,” he begged.

Aware that he had never done this before, you slowly and carefully slid him inside you.

“Fuck, that’s good, baby boy,” you hummed.

Spencer groaned loudly at the new sensation your pussy created around his cock.

You waited a while for both you and Spencer to get used to that sensation before you began a slow rhythm up and down on him.

“Lila would’ve been too attention seeking for you, sweetheart,” you continued with your mission of trying to make Spencer lose feelings for Lila, even though you were pretty sure you succeeded in that the minute you laid your lips on his.

“You need someone who can give you all the attention. She expects to be treated like a princess. But that’s what you want; to be treated like a princess, right?” you joked.

But, when he answered, “Yes, that’s what I want,” you realised that he didn’t think you were joking.

“Oh, really, princess,” you laughed. “Well, if that’s what you so desire.”

You rolled your hips deeply so Spencer reached parts of you that no one else ever had. You both moaned loudly. You’re hands travelled to his chest for stability. You ran them up and down it gently, every so often gripping his shoulders.

“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you’re eyes are?” you smiled, brushing the piece of hair that had fallen in his face back behind his ear.

Spencer shook his head, unable to form words as your movements became faster and sloppier. He shut his eyes, a single tear falling from them from overstimulation.

“No, don’t shut them, princess,” you told him, catching on to the whole ‘princess’ thing. “I want to see them, ok?”

Spencer did as he was told and opened his eyes again.

“That’s a good boy.”

You hadn’t been going long but again Spencer began to become that same whimpering mess he was the last time he needed to cum. He looked up at you with pleading eyes. He probably had the most beautiful eyes you’d ever seen.

“Do you need to cum?” you asked.

“Sorry, I thought I could last longer this time,” he apologised.

“Don’t you dare ever apologise for that,” you told him off. “Cum for me, princess. I want to see how pretty you look when you’re writhing beneath me.”

You grinded slowly down on him, the absence of speed making Spencer jut up into you, spilling his cum inside you. His movement pushed him even further in, hitting you in just the right spot for you to reach your orgasm too. You tried your best to be quiet, desperate to hear the beautiful noises that came from Spencer’s mouth.

Spencer shook beneath you, not even attempting to hold back his whines. You stroked his face lovingly as you caught your breath.

“Well done, baby boy. You did so good. You made me feel so good.”

All Spencer could do was moan in response, still too overstimulated to speak.

When you finally composed yourself you climbed off Spencer and walked to the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” he asked needily.

Within a few seconds you walked out of the bathroom carrying a towel.

“I’m just going to clean you up, Spence,” you replied.

“Oh,” he smiled to himself. “Thanks.”

“Anytime, princess.”

Once you had him all cleaned up you got back into bed. He immediately nuzzled into you.

“Can you stay here tonight?” he asked in the darkness.

“I’m pretty sure the night’s almost over, pretty boy,” you said, hugging his head where he’d placed it on your chest.

You laced your fingers in his, bringing them up to kiss the back of his hand.

“Such pretty hands,” you admired.

“Are you gonna call every part of me pretty?” he laughed.

“Are you opposed to that?” you questioned.

“Not at all.”

“So, what about Lila? Did I help you lose feelings for her,’ you asked, suddenly remembering how you even got into this situation in the first place.

“Yeah, I think you did,” he replied. “There’s just one problem, though.”

“What’s that.” You gave him a concerned look.

“I think I’ve caught feelings for someone else.”

[uwuyangeppie]

hi this isn't really a request, i'd just like to dump some thoughts about yan!geppie :] !

thinking about what if he met his darling when they were kids. gepard was a shy and gentle kid, i bet he would be drawn to someone more tough than him or someone who could make him come out of his shell. admiration turns into a little crush (and serval of course teases him about it constantly), and it twists to something else the first time gepard sees them hurting. maybe they got into a fight, bit more than they could chew. they brushed it off as just an unserious skirmish between kids, but the sight of their bruises and scratches is engrained into little gepard's mind, and he hates it.

he couldn't wait to grow up and protect his loved ones. he doesn't forget the faces of those who inflicted injuries on his darling. someday, he'll be bigger and stronger, and he'll be able to keep them for himse protect them himself.

awww puppy love except the puppy will grow up to be a very aggressive and scary dog. so cute :3 also you know how kids will look at adults and be like “i can’t wait until i’m an adult! then i can do whatever i want!” and then they can’t because it’s adulthood? gepard is like that but he actually can do whatever he wants! just not in a good way lmfao

ALSO I THOUGHT I’D DELETED THIS AND FREAKED OUT HAHAHAHA

gepard landau has a crush on you.

from an outsider’s perspective, this was probably due to happen. you alway jump to protect others, and are made of tougher stuff than he. it happens all the time between adults, so it certainly wasn’t completely out of the question for him.

the warm smile you’re always giving him probably didn’t help either.

serval never fails to pick up on his nerves when he’s around you, and even greatly enjoys teasing him about when his words fail and he’s just stuttering through a sentence.

aww, geppie! it’s your crush! want me to go tell them you like them?!

no!

you suuuure? if i go over there, will you even be able to stop me?

serval!

i’m going, bye!

no!!

not that she ever has, yet, but he can’t risk taking that chance that she might just let it slip how much he adores you. he’s nowhere near as tough as you; you might think it’s funny or just cute, like in a younger sibling way! no way, he has to convince you that he’s not cute!

well, those were his feelings before the Incident.

it’s the first time he’s seen you lose. you sport bruises and dirt is smeared across your face, your clothes, and he swears he might be able to see it in your hair too. you brush it off, but judging by the way that the kids- the winners- opposite you are smirking, he can’t help but think it’s a bit more serious than you’re letting on.

one of the kids makes a joke at your expense.

and the feeling hits him like a truck.

it’s an emotion that a child has no business experiencing, and it’s only there for a moment, too overwhelming for his little body and brain to handle. still, he’ll remember it vividly many years in the future, the memory firmly imprinting itself into his mind. white-hot rage.

his father talks about the family lineage a lot. apparently, it’ll eventually be his job to serve the supreme guardian, as his ancestors have before him.

right now, gepard wants revenge, but if they beat you then they’ll definitely beat him. nonetheless, as his father says, he comes from a long line of strong men. that means that one day he’ll be a strong man, and he’ll ensure that nobody ever hurts you again.

[honestlyunkn0wn]

You’re such a pathetic slut getting so excited for the first rape threat I sent you, it’s embarrassing to even read your response 💜

If you liked it so much the first time, when I left you tied down in a disgusting puddle of cum and piss ruining your mattress — I’m sure you won’t mind when I come back a few days later.

At first I’d planned on letting you wait awhile before I used you again — let you get anxious and actually start locking the door, the feel comfortable in your ‘secure’ home before I suprise you with the fact that I copied the keys you never use weeks ago without you noticing, and wait patiently until you’d decided to be a piss slut again and hold and edge…..

But I saw you rubbing that pathetic cunt whining out cute little ‘no’s and ‘don’t’s the very next morning, your hands untied but your ankles still restrained and holding you open straight toward your window exactly how I left you when I walked out on you still dazed from your pissing-squirting rapegasm. You sobbed your way through jerking off to how I raped you the night before, and deny it all you like but I took a video through that window of how you squirted all over again reliving your rape.

And so I can’t resist moving up my plans, not when you might as well be begging for it.

I’ll suprise you coming out of the shower this time, already naked and relaxed from your indulgently hot shower (and we both know you like the removable showerhead not because it feels good on your clit when you shove it between your legs, but because when the water’s hot enough and you spray it right over your desperate pisshole it feels like you have liters of piss pouring out of you) it’ll be easy work to get you neatly restrained.

A pre-tied shibari harness that with a couple of quick knots, as I pinn you to the ground, traps your arms behind your back. An extendable spreader bar I lock to your ankles keeping them only 14 inches apart for now, and finally, a nice snug blindfold and pair of noise cancelling headphones to keep you nice and clueless get slipped on you silly little head. The finishing touch is a large ball gag that cuts into your cheeks and muffled even your loudest screams — we won’t need any of your pathetic noises for what I’m doing with you next.

Because of course, it’s not just my plans to rape you again that I decided to move up once I saw how much you loved being humiliated by me — it’s my plans to take you and keep you.

You struggle when I pick you up and neatly plop you into the 54 gallon storage bin I brought with me, but honestly even if you were trying your hardest it’s not like you can do much more than wiggle. Before I close it up I have one last suprise for you, a fancy lush vibrator I bought just for you raped right up into your cunt without prep or warning — don’t want you getting too bored after all. It’s a fancy bin with wheels and a locking latch that I’ve shoved you in, and on the outside there’s an innocuous label declaring you Camping Supplies so it’s hardly suspicious when I wheel you away. I drilled an air hole into it under the handle so you’ll be fine for the long drive, not that you know that tied up as you are.

At every stop sign, red light, and bout of slow traffic I play with the lush settings from my phone. If you’re sobbing, begging, screaming, or passed out I can’t tell from the front seat between the gag and the sturdy storage bin, so nothing you do has any influence over how fast or slow the vibrations wracking your cunt go.

It’s past midnight by the time we reach your new forever home, and when I pull your bin out of the trunk I can already smell that you wet yourself on the way here. You’re the only one who will ever know if it was from fear, desperation, or sheer disgusting love of cumming covered in your own piss— but I mock you for it all the same. I’ll spray you down before dragging you into your new room, and inspect your soaked and throbbing cunt once I get you nicely situated on the bed.

Arms still trapped behind your back, and the spreader bar extended to it’s max and then clipped to the chain that hangs from the ceiling of your new room right above the middle of the bed. Your clit is so swollen and nearly purple after so long without any stimulation while the toy forced rapegasm after rapegasm out of your cunt. The way you flinch and try to scream when I flick it a few times before roughly pulling the lush out of your cunt is a pretty sight indeed — but nothing on what I’ll be doing after that.

Because, while you can’t see or hear any of it, your brand new home is decked out with everything a filthy slut like you could ever need. A fucking machine and mounted hitachi wand that lines up from the foot of the bed, a toilet with a padlocked lid in the corner, and shelf after shelf of sex toys and BDSM equipment lining the walls.

While I know you’re confused at first, and desperate based on how you hump my hand like a bitch in heat, when I start rubbing numbing cream on your denied clit and then finger it into your cunt I’m sure you catch on when it starts to tingle and then sensation leaves you entirely. The car ride was a good warm up, and I’m so glad to see you’re still dripping like a faucet even though most girls would be dry as a bone and sobbing, but I need to really break you in for being my piss slut rapetoy from now on.

So that fucking machine gets lined up with your snug virgin asshole while a saline drip is put in your arm, and I flick the switch on the fucking machine to 100 thrusts a minute before walking out the door to take care of other things around the house. If you haven’t pissed all over yourself by the time I come back in a few hours, I’ll have to turn it on higher, but I’m sure a pathetic thing like you can figure out how to cum from anal rape — and we both know you can’t hold it when you cum.

Looking forward to the rest of your life as my rapetoy yet?

oh my GOD this is a rape threat.

i need it. i need to be caught fucking myself to the thought of my rape, to the memory. pointing myself toward my still-unlocked window, mumbling little "no"s and "please"s as if you were still there and i was still begging for mercy. i need to be kidnapped and kept as a toy for the sake of your pleasure and at the expense of mine.

i can't cum from just anal yet. it would be torturous and horrible of you to have a machine fucking my ass until i was sobbing from how raw and gaped my hole felt or until i could finally, finally cum.

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Angst:

1. “Don’t lie to me. I know you still have feelings for him/her.”

2. “I tried everything to make you happy, but maybe I was just never what you wanted.”

3. “You don’t get to decide when you come in and out of my life.”

4. “I told myself I’d never fall for you again. But here I am, breaking my own heart.”

5. “If you’re happier without me, then I won’t stand in your way.”

6. “Maybe if I had told you how I felt sooner, none of this would’ve happened.”

7. “Don’t make me choose between you and my dreams. I can’t handle it if you ask me to.”

8. “I don’t think I know who you are anymore.”

9. “I saw you with them, and you looked… happier than you ever looked with me.”

10. “You don’t get to say you love me, not after everything you did.”

11. “How many times am I supposed to forgive you for breaking my heart?”

12. “Every memory I have of us is tainted now, thanks to you.”

13. “Just say you never loved me. It’ll hurt less than pretending you did.”

14. “Tell me what I did wrong. I just want to understand.”

15. “I keep hoping you’ll give me a reason to stay, but you never do.”

16. “We’re stuck in this endless cycle, and I’m so tired.”

17. “It feels like I’m the only one fighting to keep us together.”

18. “Maybe we were never meant to last, and that scares me.”

19. “I don’t know what hurts more—losing you or realizing you were never really mine.”

20. “I think we both know we’re not the same anymore.”

Fluff:

1. “I don’t need a reason to hold your hand. I just want to.”

2. “You talk in your sleep, you know? Last night, you kept saying my name.”

3. “How come every time you smile, my day somehow gets better?”

4. “You look cozy. Mind if I join you?”

5. “Stop laughing! I’m trying to tell you that I love you!”

6. “I’ve had a long day, and I really need a hug… from you, specifically.”

7. “I know it sounds silly, but I just like watching you be happy.”

8. “Did you know you make the best hot chocolate? Like, award-winning quality.”

9. “Promise me you’ll be here when I wake up.”

10. “I didn’t think it was possible to fall in love with someone every single day.”

11. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

12. “You’re the best part of my day, every day.”

13. “I don’t think I could ever get tired of looking at you.”

14. “I never planned to fall in love, but here we are"

15. “I know I’m supposed to be brave, but you make me so nervous.”

16. “I made a playlist just for you. Every song is one that reminds me of something we’ve done together.”

17. “Hey, stop wriggling! I’m trying to braid your hair, and you keep moving.”

18. “I know you don’t like mornings, so I made you breakfast and set it by the bed.”

19. “I’m going to carry you, okay? You look like you need a piggyback ride.”

20“I know it’s pouring outside, but how about a slow dance in the rain?”

21. “I can’t believe you remember all those little things I say. I didn’t think anyone listened that much.”

22. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?”

23. “I brought you flowers, but they looked better in my head.”

24. “Stop laughing! It’s impossible to stay mad when you smile like that.”

25. “If I had a dollar every time you looked at me like that...well, I'd probably just spend it all on you”

26. “Keep looking at me like that and people will start thinking you're falling for me”

27. “Don't worry, I won't tell anyone that you're secretly a huge softie”

28. “Admit it—you'd be a little lost without me”

29. “I didn't realize that my smile was that distracting to you”

30. “What are you doing up?” “My personal heater went away.”

Jealousy:

1. “Who was that you were talking to just now?”

2. “I don’t care if they’re just a friend. I saw the way they looked at you.”

3. “Are you seriously jealous? It’s cute, but you have nothing to worry about.”

4. “I don’t like the way they talk to you.”

5. “I may be smiling, but I’m two seconds away from telling them to back off.”

6. “I trust you. It’s them I don’t trust.”

7. “I don’t like sharing what’s mine, and you, my love, are very much mine.”

8. “Look, I’m not the jealous type, but I might make an exception for you.”

9. “Do I have to remind them you’re taken?”

10. “It’s not like I’m jealous or anything, I just… don’t like the way they look at you.”

Comfort

1. “Hey, you don’t have to go through this alone.”

2. “I know things are tough right now, but I’m not going anywhere.”

3. “I don’t care how long it takes—I’m here for you.”

4. “Talk to me. Please. Let me help.”

5. “It’s okay to cry. I’ll be right here.”

6. “I wish I could take away all your pain.”

7. “You’re not a burden. You’re my world.”

8. “Let’s just sit here together. We don’t need to say anything.”

9. “I love you, even on the days when you don’t love yourself.”

10. “Even on your worst days, I still think you’re amazing.”

11. “You’ve been strong for so long. Let me be strong for you now.”

12. “You’re allowed to feel how you feel. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

13. “When was the last time you did something just for yourself?”

14. “You’re so strong for getting through this. I just want you to know that.”

15. “You’re not a burden to me, and I’ll remind you of that as many times as you need.”

16. “I’ll remind you as many times as it takes. You’re not alone in this.”

17. “Look, no one can do it all perfectly. Not even you.”

18. “I don’t care how messy it gets—I’m staying right here with you.”

19. “You don’t have to hide anything from me. I want to know every part of you.”

20. “I know you’re hurting. I’ll be here as long as you need me to be.”

Playful/Teasing:

1. “If you keep looking at me like that, I might actually believe you like me.”

2. “I swear, I tripped and fell into your arms. Pure accident.”

3. “Is it bad that I kind of like annoying you?”

4. “Admit it. You missed me.”

5. “Oh, please. We both know you think I’m adorable.”

6. “I’m not saying you’re cute… but you’re kind of cute.”

7. “You’re really bad at hiding that smile, you know.”

8. “If you want to kiss me, all you have to do is ask.”

9. “What’s with the smirk? Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

10. “Are you blushing? Because I think you’re blushing.”

11. “Are you seriously jealous of my cat? She was here before you, you know.”

12. “You keep looking at me like that, and I’ll start charging you rent.”

13. “If I kiss you every time you’re annoying, would you be annoying more often?”

14. “I know I’m adorable, but can you try not to stare? It’s distracting.”

15. “If you keep stealing my hoodies, I’m going to start stealing your favorite snacks.”

16. “Are you going to keep pretending you don’t love me, or can we skip to the good part?”

17. “I caught you smiling at me. Don’t even try to deny it.”

18. “I saved you the last bite of dessert. That’s how much I love you.”

19. “Did you just doodle our initials in the corner of your notebook? How cute!”

20. “I found a picture of us from ages ago. Look how adorable we were!”

21. “Stop trying to look all cool and mysterious. You’re the biggest softie, and I have proof.”

22. “You’re hugging a pillow in your sleep. Should I be offended?”

23. “You’re literally grumpy until you’ve had coffee. It’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

24. “Bet you can’t go five minutes without looking at me.”

25. “If you keep calling me cute, I might have to prove you wrong.”

26. “I love you, but if you keep eating my snacks, we’re going to have a problem.”

27. “I think you have something on your face—oh, never mind, it’s just cuteness.”

28. “What would you do if I kissed you right now? Just curious.”

29. “You’re blushing. Don’t try to deny it—I saw that.”

30. “I made you breakfast, but it’s probably terrible, so just pretend it’s good."

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please refresh your memory of the content warnings that's mentioned on the summary page. this chapter will include depictions of vi0lence and S.A. (no r*pe!)

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 One minute, I was leaving the bathroom after being fucked by Toji. The next I’m being pushed into a nearby closet with the person I never expected to see again.

 Suguru. 

 It’s not a matter of what he is doing here, more so, why is he here? Of all places, where my husband is thirty feet outside this door waiting for me to come back. I couldn’t even begin to protest before Suguru cuffs my face to shower me with desperate kisses. 

 My failed attempt at competing with Suguru’s strength pricks my skin with annoyance while trying to shove him off of me. It’s like he tuned out my voice. 

 “Suguru, what the fu-”

 “I miss you so much, baby. Why haven’t you been answering my calls? My texts?” He asks me through kisses. “Are you mad at me?”

 “Get off of-”

 “I’m sorry for whatever I did. Just talk to me.” He says this but he’s doing more kissing than talking.

 After showing attention to my face, Suguru dips to my neck, where he drags his tongue. I found myself yelping from the sudden movement of Suguru scooping me off my feet to wrap my legs around him. Chills glide throughout my core. 

 I couldn’t keep up with what’s happening. He’s moving so fast with such intensity. I felt disgust and guilt gnawing in my gut. Those lips I once adored, temporarily, now worries me. 

 My protests were ignored by Suguru, and just before he went too far, I was finally able to force him off me and landed a slap on his face with the full force of a lion. The quiet in the air was so deafening, all that was heard were the sounds of my heavy breathing. 

 I was pissed. Fuming, because why the fuck does Suguru think he can barge in and attempt to take my body this way?  

 The high he was on has come to cease. His hand is on the cheek that I strike hard enough to leave a mark while he stands in disbelief. Though Suguru hasn’t looked at me yet, my eyes pierced him with a glare similar to a serpent.

  Neither of us has even moved an inch since I shoved him off.

 Neither of us spoke until Suguru opted to break the silence first. 

 “Did I do something that I’m not aware of?”

 I quipped a brow, crossing my arms over my chest. “Other than fucking force yourself on me, no. That’s not exactly how you say hello.”

 “I get it.” He finally looks at me, and I couldn’t help the warmth that spreads under my cheeks while he undresses me with his eyes. 

 Does he have no shame?

 Suguru continues. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that, but I haven’t seen you in weeks Y/N. You’re not returning my calls or texts.”

 “You ever thought that maybe I worked things out with my husband, so I’m no longer interested?”

 “Did you?” He asks, accusingly.

 “I’m sure you saw me here with him if you managed to follow me into the hall.”

 “Yeah, and I heard you getting fucked. I see public sex is your thing,” Suguru tells me. At this point my face is burning hot. “I love how much of an exhibitionist you are. It’s sexy.”

 “What the fuck do you want, Geto?”

 He takes a step toward me to close the distance, but I take a step back to keep it where it’s at. “Back to formalities? You’re not cumming on my cock now, but you still call me Suguru.”

 “It’ll be a cold day in hell if you ever think we’re having sex again.”

 Especially after this shit he pulled.

 He chuckled. “What? You think since you’re getting fucked again by your husband that he’s still not going to treat you like shit? I’ll give it a week until you’re back on my cock, and you know I’ll be here waiting. Waiting for that good pussy.”

 The alcohol and hors d’oeuvres I consumed earlier nearly left my mouth. I’m aware I have a thing for assholes, but how did I ever fuck someone like Suguru? One slap across the face is nothing compared to how I feel right now.

 I can’t believe there was a time I felt desired by him. Those purple irises and long raven colored locs. His tattoos and exaggerated piercings. Everything that made me more attracted to him now has me feeling sick. 

 Someone like him isn’t worth my time. My hands on him even if it includes violently slapping him across the face. The low blow about Toji treating me horribly pings my chest with pain. Although I'm very tempted to cry, I’m not showing Suguru how his words affected me. So, I shake my head and look at him one last time before walking out. 

 However, I couldn’t even make it to the door. All I felt was Suguru’s hand enclosing around my arm with enough power that it would probably leave a bruise.

 “Suguru—let go of me.” My voice remains calm, however, inside, I feel slightly terrified. I’ve never been manhandled before and it would be Suguru’s best interest to listen to me. 

 He yanks me to his chest. “You think you can give me good pussy like that, promise me a good time to not answer me for weeks?”  His voice darkens, softly. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll be a good boy. Just let me in it again.”

  What the fuck is wrong with him?

 “No, let me-” A familiar voice blaring in the hall catches my attention. 

 “Y/N! Where are you, sweets?” 

 Toji. 

 Shit. As much as I want to be out of this closet, I know Toji finding me here with Suguru would first, leave the wrong impression. And second, have my husband raging fire. 

 He made it very clear for me to not see Suguru again, which I haven’t, but like I said before—Toji Zen'in does not make empty threats. 

 I hear Toji opening doors, assuming to find me in any of those rooms. 

 “Oh? Is that your husband?” Suguru asks, teasingly. “Maybe we can finally tell him about us. Together.”

 “Suguru, there’s no fucking us. What did you get from this after only sex twice? Leave me the fuck alone. It’s done. We’re done,” I bit out.

 “No-”

 The opening of the closet door slamming against the wall startles me. I turn my head to be met with short, ink-colored locks, forestry eyes, and a tall frame. My husband. Toji Zen'in. 

Toji

 I’ve barely came down from my high after fucking Y/N ten minutes ago. That pussy is addicting. Tight, warm, wet, and needy. Just how I like it. She’s addicting. Everything about her is. 

 This past year hasn’t been the easiest in our marriage. I’ve fucked up, she fucked up, but we’re making up for it. I would say ten minutes ago shows we’re on the right track. 

 I look like a fucking idiot smiling to myself in the middle of this party. My cousin is talking mine and a few other’s ears off about who knows what, but all I can think about is taking Y/N home to finish pounding her pussy. Then, we shower together. Probably make love there, too.

 After care. A nice massage while watching one of our favorite movies or binge those reality TV shows she loves. I just want to be under her, over her, around her, and only her. I only came to this snooty ass party because Y/N insisted, and I would never turn down seeing her in that damn dress. 

 Fuck, just thinking about her is making my cock hard as shit. 

 Other than that, I would’ve never come. My pockets have no ending since I make my money from killing people for high paying clients. Sometimes even private security when I’m up for it but being around rich people with sticks up their assess while eating hors d’oeuvres or whatever those shits are called, is not my scenery. 

 It’s about time I go. 

 But she hasn’t come back yet. 

 Y/N told me she was going to freshen up because it would’ve been very obvious that she just finished getting fucked. No one sees her that way except for me. I have no issue killing any motherfucker that even looks at my wife that way. 

 I already have one in my list. 

 Naoya probably will or will not notice if I’m gone. It doesn’t matter. Teresa is there to keep him company and stroke his ego. 

 Before leaving, I gave Teresa a kiss on the cheek, and told her Y/N will call to set up a dinner or something so we can get together. My only objective now is to find my wife because she’s been gone now for twenty minutes too long. 

 The first place I went to was to the room where we had sex. Not there. 

 The room next door. Not there.

 The bathrooms in the hallway. Not fucking there. 

 Where the fuck is she? I’m holding our keys, so she couldn’t have left. 

 “Y/N! Where are you, sweets?” I called, rummaging through rooms. She wouldn’t get hurt here. She couldn’t. Not while I’m here. 

 Thinking about the worst isn’t going to help, but it’s fucking inevitable. I don’t take shit lightly when it comes to my wife. 

 Maybe she went to the car? Waiting outside because she was just as eager to go home? Yeah, I’ll check there before worrying. 

 But just when I was about to head down the hall, I heard incoherent voices coming from a room, causing me to stop and press my ear against the door.

 “…the fuck alone. It’s done. We’re done.”

  What the fuck? That’s Y/N. Why the hell is she in there here, and who the fuck is bothering her? 

 I pushed the door open to see Y/N being grabbed and flushed against some fucker’s chest, and I have the perfect idea of who he is. 

 “Toji, wait-”

 I ignored Y/N’s protest, softly pulled her out of the way, and yanked this motherfucker by his collar to throw him against the wall in the hallway. I made it crystal clear to Y/N that I didn’t want her still communicating with this little bitch, and here she is in a closet with him. 

 That’s something we’ll talk about at home. 

 For now, all I see is red. 

 Red being my rage, and red being the blood that spurts out of his nose from my repeated punches. 

 Blow after blow, I paint his face red, purple, and blue. He doesn’t get a chance from me to defend himself. Fair fight went out the door. 

 Fair fights aren’t guaranteed when you fuck with what’s mine. 

 Y/N’s voice comes in and out, telling me to stop, but it fades out the more I beat his ass. Every kick to the rib, punch to the face, I think about every time he touched Y/N. 

 Beating him up isn’t enough. I want him dead. It’s too late to make it look like an accident, but I can sure as hell make it look like a sudden disappearance. 

 I grab the shithead by his hair and pull him to his feet. The gun I carry in the back of my pants is pulled with swiftness and placed under his chin. I hear Y/N gasp, but what does this fucker do? Laughs.

 A sardonic grin manages to spread across his bruised face. Blood paints his teeth, he looks fucked up, but he’s fucking laughing. Like this shit is some sick joke. 

 ���You won’t kill me.”

 I cock the gun back and press the metal harder under his chin. “Funny how you think I won’t kill you. Why? Because we’re at a public event? I would drag you by your hair in the middle of the floor and kill you on the spot,” I tell him. “You’d be the perfect example.”

“If I… get killed… knowing I fucked Y/N, nothing would put me more at peace.” I can’t question Y/N’s taste in men because she’s married to me, and I’m not so right in the head either, but this motherfucker– 

 “Toji.” Y/N calls my name softly with firmness. I keep the metal to his chin while choking him but look at her for the first time since I went on attack mode. “Not here… Not now… I just want to go home.”

 You would think she’d be crying, maybe traumatized from seeing me beat the brakes off of whatever the fuck his name is but no. Y/N is calm as ever. And she looks so goddamn beautiful. 

 I want to kill him. I do, so fucking badly. However, Y/N is right. 

 Not here.

 Not now.

 I landed a final blow to his face with the back of my gun and allowed him to fall to the floor. He’s lucky I didn’t fucking kill him. The perfect death was formulating in my mind.

 By the time I’m done looking over Y/N, and she reassures me that she’s okay, I grab her hand to lead her to the exit. 

 Naoya notices me making a beeline to the door. He tries to stop me and see why I’m leaving this early, according to him, but all I said to him was, “You have a mess in the hallway that needs to be cleaned up.” And left.

 We eventually made it home, getting past the loud silence while in the car. How I caught Y/N tonight in the closet with that fucker… it’s unexplainable. How could she possibly tell me that nothing happened after seeing her dress nearly bunched up and her lip gloss smeared on his face? Just thinking about his hands on her makes me want to go back to that damn party, hoping that he’s still there so I can fucking kill him. 

 But it’s okay. I’m sure I’ll run into him again eventually.

 

I’m fucking over tonight. This suit. The amount of product in my hair to slick it back. I’m pissed, annoyed, and I thought beating that shithead up would alleviate my rage, but it only furthered it. 

 Even after the shower I took.

 I haven’t said anything to Y/N since we left the party. She figured I needed my space, however, that’s soon coming to an end now.

 “Are you going to talk or just continue ignoring me, Toji?” She asks. Y/N took a shower as well. She stands in the doorway of our bedroom with a bare face, curls wrapped to the top of her head, and wearing one of my t-shirts… my t-shirts.

  Calm down, Zen'in.

 “What were you doing in the closet with him, Y/N? And why the fuck was he at the party? Did you invite that motherfucker?” Question after question, I came out in full accusatory mode because why? What? I’m not fucking understanding.

 “You really think I’m going to invite him to the party, have you fuck me in the room, wait until you leave, then go in the closet with him?” She has a point. “Do you really think that fucking low of me?”

 I deeply sigh, drying my hair with a towel. “No, I don’t. But seeing you against his chest is not helping your case.”

 “He forced himself on me,” she says, flatly. “I tried to leave, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me to his chest… Then, that’s when you came.”

 The vein in my neck quivered. I got up from the bed and closed the distance between us but leaving a little space. “What do you mean he forced himself on you?”

 “He didn’t like that I hadn't been returning his calls, so he saw me leaving the room where we had sex, pulled me into the closest and started kissing me. I finally managed to push him off after slapping the shit out of him,” she explained.

  That’s my girl.

 I get closer to Y/N to caress her cheeks. My body feels tense but softens at the same time. Only she can make me feel like this. “Are you okay? Really?”

 “I am. You came and defended me.”

 “I did. You know I’ll always do that. Right?” She nods, leaning into my touch. 

 Her lips are so full and soft. Makeup or no makeup, Y/N will always be fucking breathtaking to me, but seeing her deep brown skin glow and attracting the light of the moon even without makeup… I feel like I'm falling in love more and more.

 My thumb strokes her bottom lip and a soft sigh exhale through her nose.

 How did I go from angry to sexually frustrated? I don’t know, but something needs to be done about it.

 I hum. “So, he kissed you?”

 “He did.” Y/N breath shallows. 

 My mouth ghosts hers, teasing my tongue across that pretty bottom lip. “Like this?”

 “No, but how you did it was better.”

 “Hm, really? And what about touch? Did he touch you?” I ask, invitingly. 

 “He held my face a bit.”

 I slide my hand around her neck before softly enclosing her throat, and with the other I cuff Y/N’s jaw to lift her chin. 

 “Am I doing it right?”

 “You’re a bit rougher,” she whispers.

 “You don’t like when I’m rough, sweets?”

 She desperately nods. “I do. I do, baby. I love it when you’re rough with me.”

 “You do?”

 “Yeah, I do.”

 Y/N is so goddamn needy.  Seeing her unapologetically desperate, practically begging for my cock has me twitching uncontrollably. 

 Our minty breaths mingled. I look down to see Y/N squeezing her thighs to alleviate her pleasure. I know she’s fucking soaked right now. That pussy is probably throbbing and aching for my cock to be inside of her. 

 I believe what Y/N told me. I do. And I want to fuck her until her hips hurts, but teasing seems more pleasurable at the moment. 

 Pushing Y/N against the wall, my hands remain around her neck and jaw. She tried kissing me, but I pulled back with a deep chuckle, earning me a sound of complaint from her. 

 “Toji, you’re going to fuck me. Right, baby?” She asks, whimpering. 

 “Why should I fuck you? I gave you cock this morning and almost two hours ago at the party. Why so needy lately? Hm?” 

 “Because I want you. I love how you fuck me.”

 “So, he didn’t touch you here?” I grab her breasts through my shirt that she’s wearing and pinch her nipples hard. 

 “Mhm, no, baby. He didn’t,” Y/N moans. 

 “Not here either?” I palm her pussy. Her bare fucking pussy and rub on her clit with my thumb. She feels warm. Nice and dripping just for me. 

 “Fuck, Toji. No, he didn’t. He didn’t, baby. Please give me some more dick. I need you.” Again, Y/N tries to kiss me but instead I pull her bottom lip into my mouth to suck on aggressively while playing with her pussy. 

 Neither of us has closed our eyes. Those beautiful browns stare at me with pure fucking desperation. I can’t look away from Y/N when she’s like this. It may bruise her ego when I reject her, but she’s definitely not showing it. 

 Only becomes more needy. 

 “You look pretty like this, sweets,” I tell her. 

 “I’d look prettier if your cock was inside of me.”

 My dick jumps. “Yeah?” I massage her clit faster and apply more pressure. 

 She nods again.

 My lips find the side of her mouth to kiss, and I remove my thumb from Y/N’s clit, earning another whine from her. “Go spread for me on the bed. I’ll be back. I have to make a quick phone call.”

 “Toji, it’s almost one o’clock in the morning. Who do you have to call now?”

 “No more than five minutes. I promise, sweets. It’ll be worth it. Now go do what I told you.” I slap Y/N’s ass, causing her to yelp but she doesn’t wait a minute further to follow my orders.

 Trust me, I’m going to fuck Y/N good. Until she’s worn out. Take all my anger out on her, again. But don’t think for a second, I’m going to let that motherfucker off so easily. Especially after Y/N told me what actually happened. 

 He deserves a nice and slow death. 

 Once I leave our bedroom to go to my office, I pull out my phone and dial one of the few names I actually have saved. He picks up after two rings. 

 “Kong. I need you to find some information for me.”

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Could you do one about matt, where the reader has migraines and matt does everything he can to help her, lots of physical touch, words of affirmation etc

Ilysm and your writing ur amazing<3

as someone who’s had migraines and headaches every single day for 4 years I loved writing this. i hope you’re doing well feel free to message me if you ever need to talk, i know how difficult this can be. sending my love to you

꩜ migraine ꩜

Waking up in excruciating pain has become my new normal. From the moment my eyes open I’m greeted by the familiar feeling of a migraine. The dull pressure around my head makes it feel like it’ll burst at any given moment.

Rubbing my eyes, I sharply inhale as a sharp jolt enters my temple and eye making it feel as if a nail has been driven into my head. Pulling the blanket over my head I groan. This isn’t how I expected today to go. You and I were supposed to spend the day in the city. Aimlessly reaching for my phone I turn Siri on and instruct her to send you a text.

“Hey Siri, send Matt a text” I grumble.

“What do you want to say?” Siri's voice irritates me more.

“Hi love, would we be able to do today’s plans another day? I woke up with a migraine again. I'm not doing well, it's taking a toll on me and I don’t wanna be a drag on our date. I’m really sorry I feel so bad. I know how busy you’ve been and how excited you were for this and I’ve ruined that. I'm sorry. If you aren’t busy maybe we can call later? I miss you and I love you” I tiredly mumbled to Siri to type out for me.

Putting my phone fast down on my nightstand, I bury my face into my pillow and pull the blankets up to my chin and try to sleep the pain away. I only slept for probably an hour until I breathed in a familiar scent. I slowly open my eyes to see you laying beside me. I waste no time burying my face into your chest and wrapping my arms around you.

“I'm so glad you're here” I mutter.

“I figured you'd either need or want some help since you aren't feeling good and I missed you” you whisper, making sure not to worsen my headache. “Do you need anything? Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?”

“I need my heated eye mask and my meds please, you know where they are right?” I ask.

“I'll go get them, I'll be quick” you softly say as you plant a kiss on my forehead.

Staying true to your words you’re back in a few minutes with my nice and hot eye mask and some meds to hopefully ease the pain.

Putting the warm mask over my eyes I get comfy, resting my head on your chest as one arm wraps around my waist and the other massaging my scalp, easing the building tension in my head.

“I’m so proud of you, you know that? It’s difficult being in pain let alone constantly and this badly but here you are still fighting. I know it’s draining and takes a mental toll on you but you’re doing so good. I wish I could take your pain for you. You amaze me with your strength” you praise me.

“Thank you for coming over. I’m sorry for ruining our plans not just today but every other time I end up having to cancel. I feel bad about it. I don’t want you to think that I don’t wanna spend time with you because that’s really all I want is to be with you” I whisper.

“Anytime sweet girl I’ll always be here for you no matter what. Don’t apologize, remember we don’t worry about things that are outside of our control. You can’t control when you get a migraine so don’t feel bad for canceling. Plus when you have a migraine it means that I get to come over and take care of you which I love. You could never ruin anything, simply being with you is enough for me. I love you sweet girl, now get some rest I’m here” you tell me, soothingly massaging my scalp.

Your gentle voice, the head massage, the eye mask, and the meds is the perfect concoction to make me doze off into a much needed sleep in the arms of my favorite person. Migraines aren’t so bad when I have you by my side.

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From your posts so far I feel like you have such a wide variety of understanding complex characters. How do you think you would tackle writing for Todoroki Touya, and have you ever considered any storyline for him? What kind of civilian reader do you think you’d craft for him if so?

beyond a post-canon bonnie and clyde AU, i’ve never really seriously considered a fic for dabbers. 🧐 he’s a fun character in canon, but to me that’s because he’s a walking tragedy—his hatred and desperation for his father. his resentment of his perfect baby brother. the way both of those things blindside him to his other brother, his sister, their mum. i don’t see him as like, the fun flirty bad boy that i think was a given read of him, earlier in BNHA—i think what he eventually goes through will profoundly change him, if he lives. it’ll take hard work for him to get to a place where he can be like, happy with the family that’s reaching out to him—his father, his mother, his siblings…. his perfect baby brother.

for a post-canon dabbers fic, i’d probably strike at the in-between time between him physically and mentally healing—like, his injuries have been treated, he’s gotten physical therapy. maybe he has a prosthetic arm like his arm, or a cane to help him walk but he can do things, he can physically be apart of the world again—but he still bubbles with his resentment. touya’s a massive fazacon in canon and everyone who disagrees with me can argue with a wall LMAOOO i’m right about this forever, but like, for a x reader fic i think that means competition for his attention on a very base level, you know? like, how do you bond with and romance a guy that’s constantly sour about how his father ruined his life??? to me that means you benefit best from having a Reader-insert who either has their own baggage, or is nihilistic enough to laugh his off LOL. and i think if you’re going to make them both like, kinda unrepentant assholes, you’re almost obligated to give them a happy ending??? or rather—that’s how i would write it. like with the dabi/bonnie & reader/clyde idea, i would set it up so that they both think they’re gonna die at the end of it, that the reader (lowercase) thinks they’re gonna die, that endeavour and rei and the todo siblings (minus Shouto) think they’re gonna die—and then at the end they don’t. one of them—maybe dabi himself, because i think we owe him that chance—tries to pull a stunt that like, lets Reader live, say. maybe he meets up with his perfect baby brother at some stage during the Crime Spree and it’s Shouto who’s like, I can help you. I can help both of you, please let me, and at first Dabi’s furious (how fucking dare this useless squirt of endeavour’s hot fucking snot talk to him like a hero) but then. you know. he gets attached like a chump, or whatever. maybe he sees more of himself in you than he wanted to, or maybe being outside of the careful, clinical surveillance he was under before means he has to confront like—what the point of it all is, you know? he failed in killing his father, his baby brother, himself. he got patched together and now endeavour’s grovelling like a worm for forgiveness Touya doesn’t want to give him, almost (it’s not atonement or forgiveness he wants—he wants the family he should’ve had, the power he should’ve had from birth, perfect and whole). and it’s like—the choice is either go out in a blaze of glory or…. i don’t think he’d even let himself imagine it, LOL. you and him and your fucked up issues like linen in the cupboards of some cute little house with a tidy fence around it? bullshit. pathetic.

(but you patch each other up. and the way you laugh when someone eats shit trying to run during one of your robberies makes him think of his days with the League of Villains—the way everyone was so unrepentative in what they were after, the hurt they wanted to inflict. And yet Toga’s out there somewhere, getting rehabilitated back into society and last Touya heard Spinner was working with heteromorph discrimination programs after a rough recovery—and you could still make it, he thinks in disdain. He’s on his last, last chance but you—you could still have that tiny home, somewhere. The linen cupboards that hold more than the issues that sent you to the same centre he was languishing in. You could still have a future, and later that night when you’re asleep he walks away from the car you’ve traded (stolen) the van in for—and calls his perfect baby brother, who answers the phone silently, waiting.

“You wanna help?” Touya asks, dry. “Then help, Hero.”)