#and i feel like such a bitch being all 'please PLEASE follow these instructions'

[homosociallyyours]

I spent my last $20 on groceries and they ignored my instructions and delivered them to the front of the house (where i don't live, and where it's difficult for me to get) where they were immediately stolen :))))))))

If anyone can kick me a little $ to help me get milk, tortillas, bananas, and a couple other groceries I would be very grateful!!

Venmo: megan-beene

Paypal: homosocial

Thank you!!

[prettiedup]

how to tame a brat ୨ৎ

you make the mistake of calling toji a bitch

⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡⋆ HOW TO TAME A BRAT ⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡⋆ ---> creampie, p in v, squirting, multiple orgasms, choking (not hard enough to kill lol), use of the word daddy, he calls her a bitch once, rough sex, he gets softer near the end, light praising, pet names (princess), failed orgasm denial, begging, thoughts about recording (briefly mentioned), dacryphilia

“Ohmygod! I’m sorry, daddy, please!” You whined out from both desperation and over stimulation. You let out a shrill when he said nothing and only pushed your head deeper into the pillow. You couldn’t believe you were getting fucked like this. The way he pounded your pussy until it was on the borderline from overstimulation, the way he talked to you as if you were nothing to him but a hole to stick his fat dick inside. Everything was overwhelming.

“You weren’t sorry when you called me a bitch, right? Hmm? Say it again, call me a bitch now.” He slapped the fat of your ass as hard as he possibly could causing you to scream out and pathetically try to scramble away. “Stop fucking runnin’.” He demanded. He stopped plowing into your weeping pussy and leaned over so that he could wrap both hands around your neck. The pressure wasn’t enough to kill you but it did restrict your breathing quite a bit.

Your cries began getting stuck in your throat. You could do nothing but whimper and take the rough pounding he gave you.Tears streamed down your face, it felt like a gallon of water was dumped onto the pillow from how much crying you were doing.

Toji let out loud grunts as he stared down to where the two of you were connected, a white ring was formed around the base of his dick from your wet pussy. You had already came three times; once from his tongue, once from him fingering you and you squirting everywhere, and another from him just tip fucking you while rubbing your sensitive clit. There’s no telling how long Toji plans on going. Age be damned, that man had superhuman stamina.

“Daddy!” You croaked out when he shifted his hips and started hitting the spot. Toji only let out a hum as you repeated his name over and over as you felt your orgasm building up.

“You better not fucking cum.” He warned. You felt a pit in your stomach, both from the impending orgasm and from his warning. How did he expect you not to cum when he was fucking you like a madman?

“Please, pleasepleasepleaseplease, I can’t take it! ‘S too much!” Your brain was practically mushed. All you could think about is Toji’s fat cock filling every inch of your being. You were gnawing at the sheets, biting the pillow, letting out screams and nothing seemed to cease his thrusting. You were painfully aware that he wouldn’t stop unless you used the safe word the two of you agreed on.

“I’ll never call you a bitch again! I’m sorry!” Your pussy desperately clenched around his dick, warning him of what was about to happen. You felt limbless as you tried to hold back your orgasm.

“You were so bold over the phone, why aren’t you now?” You let out a loud sob once you felt one of his hands that were around your neck dart down to your clit, “You better not fucking cum, Brat.”

“I’m sorry! Sorrysorrysorryfuckfuckfuckfuck!” Your breathing halted as you clenched down tight enough to draw a moan out of Toji also. Your entire body shook and your eyes rolled back as far as they could go. You could briefly feel liquid shooting out and you realized he made you squirt again.

Toji, though irritated that you couldn’t follow his instructions, removed his cock from your pussy and began rubbing the tip throughout your wetness. He cooed at you as your loud moaning dejected into soft whimpers. He rubbed his tip against your clit, watching as you twitched and your pussy clenched around nothing. He would be lying if he said watching you squirt all over his dick wasn’t attractive. He silently wished he would have recorded it so that he could have fap material for later.

You laid boneless, it physically felt like you couldn’t move anymore. You were now silent but your breathing was extremely loud.

“You don’t fucking listen. You call me a bitch and then don’t listen to my orders.” Your heart pounds loudly in your chest from the obvious annoyance in Toji’s tone. If you had the energy, you would have tried to defend yourself and also make it up to him by getting on your knees and sucking him off until he felt like forgiving you.

You huffed out as your response. He didn’t move for a few seconds until he suddenly laid beside you and grabbed you. He adjusted you until you were laying on your side with your back to his chest.

“Tired?” He asked as he began kissing your neck.

“Very.” You responded softly with a soft moan from his ministrations.

“Can I keep fuckin’ you until I cum, princess?” The rough tone that he was using with you earlier is now gone and replaced with something more gentle. His hands rub at your thighs and hip as he waits for your response. You can feel his hard dick pressing against your back causing you to suddenly feel bad that he hasn’t had his turn to cum yet.

“Of course, baby.” You gave him a lazy smile that you weren’t sure if he was able to see.

He continued sucking and kissing on your neck. He would briefly bite down on your skin, not enough to break it but enough to cause a sensation. One of his hands surged forward, he began pulling and pinching at your nipple while he used his other hand to line his dick up at the entrance of your hole.

He slowly pushed himself in, letting out a grunt in relief. Nothing felt better than being inside of you. You and your pussy are too addictive. Toji has never felt this way about a woman ever. He’s usually the type to fuck and dip but he finds himself coming back to you time and time again. How could he give up pussy that is so delicious? Just the thought of him letting you go and some man stumbling and finding you makes him wanna roughly fuck you again.

You let out a tired, stretched out moan as you welcome his dick into you again. His hand grabs at your thigh and lifts it up so that he could have more access. He wastes no time fucking his cock into you. Your pussy squelches as more of your natural lubrication seeps onto his dick. You’re so fucking wet, he could feel it dripping onto his balls. He rolls his eyes back as he gets lost in your pussy.

The pinching on your nipple gets even rougher as he moves his hips faster. He removes his lips from your neck only to move down to your shoulder where he begins to also suck and bite on random areas. You bite down on your lip as you try to enjoy his dick rubbing against your gummy walls, you’re so so so sensitive now.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet.” Toji mumbles out, he’s absolutely pussy drunk. He can’t form any thoughts besides you. He has to bite his lips from saying those three words. “My little obedient bitch.” He uses the hand that’s pulling at your nipple to grab your jaw so that you could look at him.

The two of you briefly stare into each other’s eyes as his hips falter. The way you look at him, the way you smell, the way you feel, the way you sound, it’s everything about you. He’s absolutely infatuated.

“Gonna cum.” You whine as you orgasm once again. It’s not as powerful as the other few times but it’s enough to absolutely wear you out.

Toji moans along with you as you clench around his dick. He presses his lips against your when he feels his impending orgasm finally break free. He plunges deep into your pussy as thick white loads of cum fill you. You chant his name against his lips as your eyes roll back.

Even once he’s done cumming he still gives you a few soft thrusts before coming to a complete stop. He removes his lips from yours with a soft pop.

“You did so well, princess.” He mumbles as he gives you one more final kiss.

Making up an argument and getting him worked up is so worth it, you decide.

[megalony]

He Owns The Club

This is a new kind of Buddie x reader imagine I had an idea for based on a gif.

I hope you will all like this, please let me know what you think and if I should do any more ideas like this.

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Summary: Evan isn't sure what he's getting himself into when he lets Eddie take him to a club. A club that is much more than it first seems where the stakes are even better.

Enjoy.

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"So uh, you never… you never said where we're going." Evan scratched the back of his neck as he followed after his friend.

He would follow Eddie anywhere. All Eddie had to do was smile and Evan felt instantly at ease and like he could be lead anywhere and still feel completely safe and secure. But he didn't like not knowing where they were going.

Being told to 'dress to impress' wasn't something Evan was used to and it wasn't the sort of dress code he was familiar with.

What did that mean? Who was he trying to impress? There were very different meanings if Evan was supposed to be impressing a lady or impressing some of Eddie's friends or their colleagues. A suit and tie would be to impress someone formal, someone with something to prove. A manager who could give them a promotion. Someone who could offer them something.

Impressing a girl meant wearing a tight set of trousers and a short sleeved shirt that was one or two sizes too small to show off all his attributes.

Evan had been so frazzled and flabbergasted at those instructions that he wasn't sure what to wear. It took him ten times longer than usual to finally settle on something.

A suit. Dark blue trousers that were starched and had been ironed to a crisp so that they could stand up all on their own. A matching blazer jacket that was just a little on the small side when it went over his shoulders. Enough so that it looked fetching, but if Evan tried to button it up, he would be in trouble. And a dark magenta dress shirt with the top two buttons undone so he could actually breathe.

"I told you, we're off for some fun." Eddie's reply was short but full of questions and Evan found himself huffing.

That wasn't the kind of answer he was searching for. That wasn't what he wanted to hear. He didn't like being cryptic, he liked clear instructions and information.

The way Eddie arched a dark brow made Evan shiver and when Eddie patted the back of his hand into Evan's chest, it caused his heart to stutter. He let out a short breath and found his blood fizzling in his veins when Eddie leaned over him.

He opened the door on Evan's left and motioned with his hand. Evan hadn't even realised the car had stopped. He slowly clambered out, catching a quick glance over his shoulder at Eddie and furrowed his brows when he realised Eddie didn't pay the fare. He climbed out after a few exchanged words with the driver who only grinned, somewhat mischeviously.

"A club?" Evan was surprised, he couldn't hide that from his voice.

The lights were bright. Flashing royal blue and blinding white lights flickered on and off in intervals, all lined up in an oval around a club doorway.

Evan could see through the old-style windows with square glass pannels. People were dancing, lights were blazing so brightly it was giving him a headache already. And if that wasn't enough of a giveaway to where they were, the music was pulsing through the air like a defibrilator on full blast. He could see bodies mashed together on the dance floor, forms huddled in quiet corners that weren't really quiet at all. People thinking they were being discrete when Evan could see exactly what they were doing; acts that would make him blush if he were any closer to them.

His foot lifted up, about to walk up the three steps that led to the doors guarded by two bouncers who were eyeing them curiously. No, not curiosity in their eyes, but familiarity. Eddie must have been here before.

But he didn't go up the steps, not when Eddie's fingers found his elbow with such a firm grip that Evan almost stumbled backwards. He twisted his head to the right, looking sharply at his friend who ticked his head to the side and started walking.

Were they not going to the club after all? Why had they pulled up right outside the club if this wasn't their destination for the evening?

"This way," Was the only clue Eddie gave. He tugged on Evan's elbow before his touch was gone and Evan felt suddenly lonely.

He obliged like a dutiful dog following its owner, but his eyes kept glancing behind him towards the club they were walking alongside.

Five steps away from the main doors, Eddie undid a gate in the metal fencing that blocked off a set of stairs leading down to what Evan would have presumed was the cellar beneath the club. All the houses on this block were old. The club was a set of four, maybe five old houses combined into one big unit.

Once upon a time they would have been flats and all the flats had lower levels beneath the pavement like this.

Why was Eddie going down here? How was he allowed to go down there? How did he even know what he was doing down there?

Eddie wordlessly headed down the stone steps, bypassing the large bay window that had thick black curtains pulled across so no one could see in or out. At the bottom of the stairs was a large metal door that clearly wasn't part of the original architecture.

Three sharp knocks on the door, a single pause, and then one long knock on the door seemed to be the secret access code. Evan watched Eddie's knuckles, that were unusually bruised and cracked tonight, tap on the metal with a demanding urgency that needed to be addressed.

Not a moment later, the door opened and a catfish grin spread across Eddie's lips. He nodded silently to the man who opened the door and waved for Evan to follow, as if he would go anywhere else right now. Evan was too far in to turn around now and his curiosity was peaked, he needed answers and he wasn't leaving without them.

The hallway was narrow and called for single file and Evan realised once the door was closed that he couldn't hear any music from the club up above them. Were the walls and floors soundproof down here and if so, what for?

Eddie led the way down the corridor and Evan peered over his shoulder to see the young man following behind him with his hands clasped together behind his back. Very formal. Very strange.

A left turn into a larger hallway. A right turn into a vast but overheated kitchen that sparkled like something out of a magazine with how shiny the counters were and how bright the lightbulbs seemed to be.

And through the kitchen they went, into what seemed to be three or four rooms all busted through into one large room, the size of Evan's loft, doubled. A casino, it had to be. There were poker tables set up around the room, large circular tables with leather trims and velvet, lime green bases that reminded Evan of astroturf.

A person in a tux at each table who had to be the dealers. Packets of unopened playing cards resting at their sides to make for clean games and no chance of cheating.

If there had been cigarettes in people's hands and smoke filling the air, Evan would have thought he had gone back in time to the twenties when prohibition was around and underground clubs were all the range if you knew who to ask. Clearly, Eddie was the person to ask when it came to the night life scene.

How did he know about this place?

"Ah, so our night of fun is gambling?" Evan's voice came out lower than he first intended and he leaned forward with his hands behind his back and his chin hovering over Eddie's shoulder. He wasn't sure where the nerve came from to stand this close to the one person at the station who could get his blood boiling without uttering a single word. But it was too late to move now, and Evan didn't want to move anywhere when Eddie turned to look at him like that.

Eddie's head twisted to the left and a shark tooth grin formed on his lips, flashing his pearly whites that sank down into his lower lip as something flashed across his eyes. The look was brief, but it made Evan's stomach flip, and when he watched Eddie rake his fingers over his chin like he was debating something, Evan could have melted on the spot.

"You said those bets at work were like child's play… so I thought I'd give you a challenge."

A subtle blush started to creep up from Evan's collar, along his rather tense neck and it bloomed over his previously pale cheeks, turning them fuchsia with swirls of crimson.

He had said that. He found it strange intoxicating when Eddie started boasting about his newfound math skills. And he liked how smug Eddie would get whenever Evan got a question right and started to place bets with the other members of their team.

"How'd you know about this place?"

A knowing smile fluttered over Eddie's lips and his index finger gently tapped the side of his nose.

So he was going to be like that, was he?

Evan rolled his eyes before he cast them around the room. There was no need to panic about what he was wearing. He had felt overdressed from the moment he put the outfit together, but now, stood here in a club with people in dinner jackets and women in dresses that reminded Evan of cocktail dresses in twenties movies, he felt like he fitted in rather well.

And when his eyes raked over Eddie for the hundredth time that night, he took a deep breath to calm his feverish senses.

Eddie didn't know how good he looked. Tight fitting blue trousers just a few shades lighter than Evan's. A high-neck jumper that sat an inch or two below his jaw and looked like a thick collar- or a thick belt- wrapped around his neck. The navy blue jumper suited Eddie, all dark colours seemed to make him stand out rather than blend him into the background. And the royal blue blazer jacket he wore which again, was a few shades lighter than Evan's own clothing, was inviting to say the least.

The blazer clung to Eddie. It made his shoulders look broader. It puffed his chest out and made his muscles look confined and restrained like they were desperate to break free from his clothing.

And when his hand rubbed along the light coating of stubble on his chin, Evan could have melted into a puddle on the stone floor.

But he didn't. He held himself together with laboured breaths to regulate his system and followed Eddie who again took the lead. He thought Eddie would make pleasantries with the people here, after all, everyone kept looking his way which gave the impression that he was a regular here.

A round of adrenaline sparked through Evan's system when Eddie led them towards the table in the centre of the room.

They weren't going to sit on the outskirts. They were going for the bullseye, dead centre, where the most laughing and the most chips were on the table. Eddie was the embodiment of 'go big or go home' tonight, and Evan didn't know what to do with that information.

There weren't as many people at this table, but it seemed to be the the fullest one in the room somehow. More boldened, more exclusive, if that were possible. Or perhaps it was just Evan's perception of the table and the atmosphere in the room.

He took his seat and watched Eddie sit down next to him with such an air of confidence that showed he had been here more times than one.

The way Eddie sat in his chair had all eyes on him. He slouched down, but he didn't look uninterested or like a teenager unhappy to be here. If anything, slouching like that made him more confident. His left leg stretched out beneath the table, his right leg crossed over and showed off his tensing thighs and how his trousers were straining to contain his thighs and his knees without breaking.

His left hand rested on the leather edge of the table and his short nails began to tap against the dull brown that was worn and faded with age. While his right elbow propped up on his thigh and his hand curled into a fist beneath his chin, keeping his head up and his eyes on the table.

He didn't have to say anything for chips to be placed in front of him and Evan, and it made him smile tepidly. He didn't want to smile too bright or attract too much attention tonight. Not yet, anyway.

Eddie started to relish in the way he could get Evan to look shocked, bewildered and amazed, all at once and all for different reasons.

When Jess, one of the waitresses, timidly approached the table and set down a martini in front of him and Evan, Eddie's smile turned sweeter. He winked at her before uttering a quiet "Thank you," before she left.

He relished in the fact that Evan was shocked they hadn't given a drinks order and yet the waitress seemed to know exactly what Eddie would like. Of course she did. Eddie wouldn't be very happy if none of the staff knew his preferred drink. And they could all see that Evan was here with him, and therefore would most likely want the same drink too.

And he relished the way Evan's brows lifted and his tongue darted out across his lips, catching the remnants of sugar from the rim of the glass. He liked the martini. Eddie hadn't often seen Evan drink something other than beer or shots, but he guessed he had a sweet tooth. He had been right.

The dealer, Marcus, dragged his thumb across the edge of the deck in his hands, creating a vibration that was like music to Eddie's ears. He watched intently as Marcus started dealing out the cards to the four other people at the table before he stopped and looked over at Eddie.

"In or out?" His expression was calm but his smile was careful. All the workers here were careful when it came to Eddie.

Eddie kept his hand beneath his chin but when he raised the fingers on his left hand from the edge of the table, Marcus nodded. Eddie didn't want to play yet. He wanted to observe. He wanted to see if Evan was going to be as good at poker as he was at math. He wanted to see if Evan's skills could be put to good use, if he could fit in here. Eddie wanted Evan's face to be a regular at the club.

This was Evan's first game and he could feel the nerves pulsing through him. He took a large gulp of the martini, almost draining the glass before he looked back down at his cards. He knew how to play, and he knew how to count the cards and add up the numbers. He knew how to guess what everyone else's cards were by watching which sets they dropped when they exchanged their cards. He knew if they dropped the high numbers, they were going for a lower set and if they exchanged hearts, then they clearly had a set of diamonds, spades or clubs.

But the nerves still hit Evan, because of who was sat beside him.

He didn't want to lose and make Eddie think bringing him here was a mistake. He didn't like the thought of losing the first game and then losing his bottle and his nerve and going on a bad streak.

More importantly, he didn't want to disappoint Eddie, in any way.

"Your bet."

Evan nodded, rolling his lips together as he looked down at his set. Aces and a row of Spades starting from the King and going down to ten. He had a good hand. But he didn't have a flush or a full run. Was it worth upping the bet if he could fold and lose the least amount of money? Was he right in guessing the elder gentleman across the table was bluffing with a high bet?

A shiver rushed down Evan's spine and his body jolted when he felt a pointed chin pressing down on his shoulder.

He felt Eddie's hot breath on his neck and his strong fingers squeezing his thigh and it made his breathing stutter and come to an abrupt stop. What was Eddie doing? Was he trying to wind him up? Was he trying to put him off and make him lose?

Didn't he know how this worked? They didn't play in teams when they played poker.

Why weren't the others at the table saying anything?

"Go high." The words tickled the shell of Evan's ear, but he couldn't make any sense of them or work out what was happening. Not until Eddie's right hand grabbed a stack of green chips and pushed them into the middle of the table, placing the bet for him.

Evan rolled his lips together and tried to focus on regulating his breaths, in through his nose, hold for three seconds, then out through his mouth. It wouldn't do him any good to get hot and flustered when the night had only just started.

He worked on controlling his expression, he needed to keep a poker face and he guessed he did a good job because when he laid his cards out, he could see the look of surprised faces staring back at him.

His fingers began to tremble when the chips were pushed towards him. His winnings. Could they even be classed as Evan's winnings when he hadn't bought those chips? Had Eddie bought them beforehand when he arranged for them to come here? Because clearly people were expecting them. Was Eddie a high stakes player here? How did he have so much respect from everyone?

Evan watched the way the man opposite him tossed his cards down. Two meager pairs, nothing to win on unless he pulled a good bluff and got everyone else to fold.

It looked like he was going to say something by the way the anger fuelled his eyes and he glared deeply at Evan. But one look at Eddie curbed his anger immediately.

With a raised brow, Eddie pressed his fist to the base of his chin just beneath his lower lip. While his fingers on his left hand pressed down into the rim of the table and his index finger slowly started to tap along with each passing second on the clock. A warning.

He wasn't having anyone throwing a fit tonight, especially not at Evan. This wasn't beginners luck, this was Evan doing what he did best and Eddie was going to make sure no one said anything to him for it.

This was Eddie's club, after all.

***

Evan cast his eyes around the club for what felt like the hundredth time that night. He kept taking in new details and familiar faces he couldn't quite place. He noticed the cealing was slightly domed in places, as if it were a chapel from a country castle or an ancient wine celler or the catacombs. He wondered how many layers of stone there were up there to keep such noise and atmosphere from the upper lounge club from seeping down here.

All Evan could hear was the slow music from the speakers in each corner of the room. Sometimes a Spanish song came on and Evan would catch Eddie nodding his head along, clearly knowing the tunes. The odd jazz one came on every once in a while and really made the atmosphere feel like what Evan guessed the twenties had been like.

He looked ahead at the tables while he slouched his right arm on the bar counter, another cocktail in his left hand. He didn't want to drink too many and go off his game, especially when he seemed to be on a winning streak so far.

But when his eyes roamed over the tables, his blue orbs locked onto a familiar face blended into the crowd.

With a quick glance over his shoulder, Evan noted the way Eddie had his back to him. He was on the phone to somebody. Evan didn't want to interrupt, and he didn't need to be babysat, he knew what he was doing by now and he could go and have some fun while he waited.

Drink in hand, Evan pushed off the bar and weaved through the tables until he sat at the one at the far left. Up to now he had only played on the middle table which seemed to be the one with the highest stakes and the more regular visitors.

"Fancy seeing you here."

(Y/n) lifted her head and tried to stop herself from tensing up when she felt a hand on the back of her chair and a body leaning over her.

A soft smile curved on her lips when she looked up behind her and realised it was only Evan. She let herself relax and her eyes followed him as he moved to sit down in the spare seat next to her. There were only two other people at this table besides (Y/n).

He hadn't seen her in a while. She worked at dispatch with Maddie and he knew she often babysat Chris for Eddie on occasion when he needed her to. Evan got along well with her. That smile could get her anything she wanted. It was like Eddie's smile, it made Evan weak at the knees.

"Are you winning?" She asked as if she already knew the answer and it made Evan look at her with a quizzical smile while he reached into his pocket and fished out a handful of chips. The rest were sitting on the middle table, waiting for him to either bargain with them or cash them in.

"What about you?"

"I'm doing alright," (Y/n) let herself sink into her chair while her fingertips tapped against the chips in front of her. She was doing okay considering she hadn't been here long, and she wasn't used to playing without Eddie's assistance. "Has Eddie been helping you, or are you winning on your own?"

Her words weren't snappy or rude and the way she smiled and tangled her fingers in her hair behind her neck had Evan's stomach fluttering with adrenaline while his heart lifted.

"He makes the bets, I win the cash." He dragged a hand through his short curls, ruffling them on his head while his shoulders hunched forward and he twisted to look at her properly. "I didn't have Eddie pegged as a gambling kinda guy, you know. But everyone here keeps watching him, does he win a lot? I haven't seen him play yet."

A confused look crossed (Y/n)'s face and the small curve of her lips had Evan straightening up in his seat.

What had he said? Had he done something wrong? Was he not supposed to ask things like that?

"You- you know this is his place, right? Eddie owns the club." (Y/n) sank her teeth into her lower lip and leaned both elbows forward onto the table, leaning closer into Evan's side.

Had he really not known? How did he come down here and not know that Eddie was the one in charge?

Granted, it wasn't something any of his team at the station knew, it wasn't something Eddie liked to flash around. He didn't tell people he met on the street that he was the owner of a club and had a gambling ring going on. Nothing illegal, at least as far as anyone else knew. But it was strange that Eddie hadn't told Evan this was his place. He told (Y/n) the first time he brought her here, and it was obvious to the naked eye.

The way the staff all knew his favourite drinks and never questioned him when he joined or left a game. They knew how many chips to place in front of him and didn't ask for his cash first. They knew he could roam around and go anywhere he liked. He had the discretion to kick people out if he didn't like their attitude or if he thought they were cheating or getting too big for their boots.

Everyone was nervous around Eddie because nobody wanted to be the one to get on his bad side. It wasn't pleasant to be on the other side of Eddie and see the darkness seeping through.

"I… that makes sense." Evan's voice lost a little power and his words turned to a whisper while his jaw hung down.

He did not know that.

But it made sense. It was why Eddie knew exactly where to go and how to get in and no one questioned him or asked why he was here. No one even came over to talk to him, everyone was too meager to even try. It explained why he didn't have to ask or pay for drinks and why he was given his playing chips without giving any cash first. It was why everyone kept looking at him and therefore looking at Evan, wondering who he was and why he was here with the boss.

It was why no one was questioning or arguing with Evan when he won, and why no one had kicked him out yet since he had won all night without losing a game.

Eddie was the boss.

With a deep breath, Evan ran his tongue across his lower lip as he leaned in closer so he could lower his voice but still be heard by (Y/n).

"Wanna make this game interesting? Fancy playing for something other than these?" He flicked a chip across the table, briefly glancing at the dealer who subtly placed the chip on the rack before continuing to shuffle a new deck.

"What did you have in mind?" (Y/n) couldn't help the way her lips quirked up at one side and she dipped her head down, looking at Evan through her lashes. She wasn't sure what he was thinking, but she was intrigued.

He looked a little drunk but mostly in control and Evan was always carefree whenever (Y/n) bumped into him. Seeing him sat there in a suit with a cheesy grin and those sweet, drunken blue eyes made (Y/n)'s heart swim almost as much as when she saw Eddie sat at the centre table like a King among thieves.

"How about a date?"

"Sounds good to me."

Another jolt ran down (Y/n)'s spine and she tilted her head back over the chair when a set of hands clamped down on her shoulders. She could feel Eddie's fingers squeezing into her skin and she felt his abdomen pressing into her shoulders, keeping her upright yet caged down in her seat at the same time.

His voice sounded gritty and deep and his smile flashed his teeth and gave off an air of confidence that no one else in the room seemed to possess but him.

His words made (Y/n)'s stomach jump and had Evan's lips parting, unsure what to say to respond to that.

His eyes watched intently as Eddie leaned over, mumbling an unusually soft "Ola amor," against (Y/n)'s temple that he pecked.

Oh dear. Had Evan overstepped the mark?

He had always been intrigued by Eddie. Always wanting to be closer, to be around him, to be within his company and to admire him and touch him if possible. But Evan never acted on it. How could he? He didn't know what kind of response he could receive.

It always seemed safer to act on a feeling towards a woman than risk the reaction he would get if he hit on a guy. And (Y/n) was someone Evan found himself attracted to. He saw her when he dropped Maddie off at dispatch on occasion. He saw her at Eddie's place when she was watching Chris. He found himself thinking about her smile almost as much as he thought about Eddie's wolfish grin.

But if she was Eddie's girl then Evan couldn't hit on either of them and he would have to control how he acted around them. He was learning fast tonight that Eddie was in control here and Evan still didn't know the rules of this game. He didn't want to end up on the wrong side and make any enemies tonight.

(Y/n) feathered her fingers over Eddie's wrist and watched him sit down in the spare seat to her left. He nudged the chair as close as it could get to (Y/n)'s side and draped his arm over the back of her chair so he could nudge his nose against her neck and breathe in her scent.

She could feel his lips curving into a grin against her skin and his tongue dragged over her neck.

But once Eddie heard someone begin to tap their fingers against the table like they were becoming impatient, his smile faded and his head snapped to the left to look around the table. Two regulars.

"Leave." Eddie's voice was authoritive, his brow was set and his lips weren't curved into a smile, showing he wasn't playing around. Both men left the table without complaint. They had riled up the boss and sitting here was only going to make things worse. If they got told to disappear to a different table, then that was what they did unless they wanted to be kicked out of the club.

When they vacated their seats and left it so it was only the three of them and the dealer at the table, Eddie relaxed. He pressed his chest up against (Y/n)'s arm and leaned around her a little so he could get a good view of Evan, his special guest tonight.

"So, Buck, you wanna up the stakes?"

"I- I just thought, since I got all those chips… maybe we could change the stakes?" He wasn't sure why he was explaining himself and he knew the strength had gone out of his voice. He didn't want Eddie to get the wrong idea of him and he didn't want to impose or make (Y/n) feel uncomfortable if she was Eddie's girl and Evan had just hit on her.

But the way Eddie smiled made Evan's stomach rise up to his chest and had his heart doing summersaults.

"Alright." Eddie's voice was firm and with a nod of his head, he glanced at the dealer and clicked his fingers. "We can make this interesting. If you win, you get a date."

Despite the lack of confirmation in those words, there was no way for Evan to mistake the offer being held out to him.

It would be a date with the both of them. (Y/n) and Eddie.

That wasn't something Evan had ever done before, but the thought wasn't sending his mind reeling or making him back away. It was rather the opposite.

He couldn't help but lean in closer, scraping his elbows along the table as he inched closer until his arm was touching (Y/n)'s and his face was a mere few inches away from Eddie's. A date with them both. With the two people who had caught Evan's attention from the moment he met them. That would be Evan's dream, and by the look on Eddie's face and the way (Y/n) was biting her lip, they both liked that idea too.

"And- and what if you win?" Would the stakes stay the same? Would Evan still get a date if he lost? Or did Eddie have something different in mind for his own winnings?

(Y/n) let herself sink into Eddie's chest and her lips pressed against his temple in a gentle touch.

She didn't think Eddie had been serious when he said he would bring Evan along to the club tonight. And she was even more surprised that Evan seemed to eager to get involved with both of them. She hadn't thought that would of been his style or his thing, but he was seemingly open to the idea and that was sending excitement through (Y/n)'s core.

She tried to stop her hands from shaking and sat up straighter in her seat when Anton, the dealer, started sliding cards across the table to each of them. If they were going to play this game then they couldn't be leaning into one another in case they caught sight of their cards. Eddie liked to play fair and this was high stakes.

She watched her partner click his back into place and push his sleeves up to expose his wrists before he reached out for his cards. His expression was plain and stoic but one brow raised when he looked across at Evan.

He dragged his hand across his stubbled face, seemingly contemplating what he wanted if he won this game. This wasn't about money or pawns after all, he couldn't offer the usual winnings he would for a better game. He had to up the ammunition tonight.

"If I win…"

Eddie scratched his nails down his neck and tilted his head back, but his eyes stayed completely locked with Evan. Noticing the way his tongue darted across his lips in anticipation and he leaned just that little bit closer to the table. Not wanting to miss a single word.

"You're both coming home with me tonight." He didn't miss the way Evan's fingers scrunched into the playing cards he was holding. He could see the new cards, fresh out of the pack, become crumpled and creased in Evan's crushing grip while his palms began to sweat.

His jaw hung open and he stared at them both, waiting to see who would crack first, expecting one of them to burst out laughing and say they were only joking. But as Evan watched them and noticed Eddie be the first one to pick up a card from the dealer, he realised the game had started. And they were both deadly serious.

They didn't seem to ask what would happen if (Y/n) won the game, but Evan suspected she would be the deciding vote. She would decide whether they went home or went on a date. And something told Evan that (Y/n) wasn't going to win tonight.

She didn't often play unless Eddie was here playing with her and giving her tips. Whenever she played, Eddie practically sat on her lap and helped her along the way and no one dared to question him. Eddie hardly played whenever (Y/n) was here and it looked like it was going to be the same with Evan because until now, Eddie hadn't joined in a single game yet.

But these were the kind of stakes he loved to play for. Money was invaluable and insufficient. It was a boring child's toy when Eddie owned this place. He liked to play for something more powerful, more worth his time. And his expression showed he was fully intent on winning tonight.

"Okay." Evan nodded and waited for (Y/n) to take a card before he looked through the hand he had been dealt and switched a card out.

He was conflicted. He didn't want to lose, he had gone all night winning and losing right now was going to ruin his streak. That didn't sit well with Evan. But on the other hand, the stakes were better if he forfeited this game. If he lost, he was going to be in for what could be the best night of his life.

How could he pass that up?

His free hand began to tap against the table, drumming out a beat in time with the music in the background that was only just fizzling through his ears that were full of static. When he glanced to his left and looked down at (Y/n), Evan ticked his head to one side and his nose crinkled while his eyes narrowed. He wasn't sure why she was looking at him like that but when she leaned in closer, Evan tilted his head towards her so she could whisper in his ear.

"I haven't known Eddie to lose a game."

All the times she had seen Eddie play, she had yet to see him lose. And it wasn't just because he was the boss. People liked to try and beat Eddie because they knew he wouldn't be mad if they did. He liked a challenge and there was no downside to beating him, he wouldn't kick them out of the club or throw fists. He had the night time fights to let out his anger, this was to get creative and have some fun.

But when (Y/n) had been here, she hadn't seen her partner lose a game. He called her his good luck charm because he lost on a few occasions before (Y/n) started coming to the club, but with her here, he was on a winning streak.

Evan dragged his fingers across his freshly shaved jaw, unable to stop a chuckle from passing his lips as he nodded.

"Yeah? Somehow I don't think he's gonna lose tonight either."

[aemondapologistfrfr]

His Princess - Pt6

fancast!bloody ben x targ!fem!reader

Pt 1 Pt2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5

Summary: Rhaenyra readies her host to take Kings Landing. She dispatches Y/n and Baela to scout the walls of the city to help further their plans. Rhaenyra leads her host to the walls and tells Cole to kneel or die. Cole shares information that could change everything with Daemon in Harrenhal.

Warnings: 18+ swearing, battle planning, p in v but in like a we’re going to war tomorrow and anything could happen way!!, war, blood, blades, a cliffhanger bc i’m a bitch 🫣😏

Authors Note: plot heavy!, cute sibling time bc the battles gunna be messy!, no bc i will be using some quotes from fire and blood but ill change them so no one comes for me 😅 it's like the beginning of the battle so it's not suuuper intense y e t

Word Count: 4k

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We’re sprawled around Rhaenyras war tent waiting for the rest of the Lords to make their way to us. The amount of bodies around Rosby is staggering. Slowly the rest of the council makes their way into the tent and my mother rises and we all follow suit.

“The time has come for us to take the throne. I have word Aemond and Vhagar are going to be moving to Harrenhal on the morrow. I’m sending Y/n and Baela to assess the city walls and see where we can enter through easiest. On their return tonight we will plan further of where everyone’s placement is going to be and the part they play.” Rhaenyra looks on at the nodding Lords. 

Ben holds me to him tighter as I feel his anxiety rise. I pat his leg trying to comfort him. Of course I’m nervous but we’re simply scouting and we’ll stick to the clouds. Our dragons are light enough where if we stay high we can avoid being seen. Rhaenyra dismisses the Lords and council members so they can spend the last couple of hours of sunlight with their men before everything changes tomorrow. The dragon riders are the only ones who linger behind in her tent.

“What I’m asking of you all tomorrow will be no small feat. I know that Vhagar will be out of the city but we have to keep watch for scorpions and take them out promptly. They still have Dreamfyre, but I know Helaena will not be riding her. Sunfyre is no longer in the city and Aegon is incapacitated. We should be the only ones flying over the city.” Rhaenyra looks to all of us, nodding her head as she looks down at the map of Kings Landing.

“Baela and I can deal with the scorpions. Moondancer and Vermax are still small which allows them to remain quick and agile.” Jace offers walking over to look over her shoulder at the map.

“I wish to avoid as many civilian casualties as possible. Try to keep the fighting outside of the city walls. I’m hoping that once they see we’ve arrived the city folk will start to fight with us and attack the Greens from behind.” Rhaenyra looks to Jace and Baela who nod at her instructions. 

“Y/n and Ben will stay with the host. They’ve been training alongside them and they’ve fought alongside Silverwing so they know what to expect.” her eyes linger on us before they turn to Addam. 

“It is my hope that you can stay by my side. Seasmoke is formidable and has seen action so I may very well send you with Jace and Baela to provide them that extra support.” he nods eagerly at her commands. 

“At sunset you both will set out.” her eyes glance from me to Baela. “Please stay to the clouds and do not engage. I mean it.” her voice firm but her eyes pleading.

“Of course,” Baela nods and I along with her. 

“I will see you all for supper.” she dismisses us to go about the camp. 

Ben and I rise and walk through the men until we start seeing familiar faces. Our dragons are nesting near the outskirts of our Riverland host. As we approach I see our tent has already been built. We slip through the opening and sigh as we sit on our bed. 

“I do not wish for you to go.” he looks at me with furrowed brows. 

“We will stay in the cover of clouds and will be back within a couple hours. There is nothing to worry about.” I turn to him grabbing his hand and rubbing soothing circles with my thumb.

“Vhagar is still in the city.” he looks up to me with wavering eyes. 

“I promise I will come back to you.” I place a soft kiss on his brow.

I pull him close to me as I feel his anxiety and worry floating around our tent. We lay back on the bed and stay in each other’s embrace hoping to calm each other down. Every time we seem to settle his anxiety spikes and he pulls me tighter against him. 

“If you don’t come back to me I’ll burn this entire fucking realm down.” his words a promise.

“Why can you make declarations like that to me?” I hear Baelas voice from the other side of our tent causing me to pull out of Ben’s arms and storm to the opening.

“What are you two doing?” I scold as I rip the flaps open. 

“Listening to make sure it’s safe for us to come see you both.” Jace chuckles pushing me aside and sitting next to Ben on our bed. 

“Taking my spot on top of that?” I huff as I follow behind Baela back into our tent as we take seats on the ground. 

“You whisk him away every chance you get. I want to get to know him.” Jace pulls Ben over by his shoulders as I look on with raised eyebrows. 

“You’re gunna get yourself punched in the face again.” Baela giggles from my side. 

“Mm, I’m absolutely terrified.” Jace smirks to me and I can’t help the smile that forms on my face.

“Gods know I’m terrified of her.” Ben chuckles much to Jaces delight. 

“At least you’re smart enough to admit it.” a smile spreads across my face. 

“Enough about scary Y/n, let’s hear about Vermithor.” Jace and Baela look to Ben expectantly. 

“Well they’re both equally as terrifying,” he jokes to me. “I like to think of him as a grumpy old man who wouldn’t mind burning down a village for a midnight snack. He’s surprisingly accommodating and has eagerly taken to the new maneuvers I’ve been working with him on.” I tilt my head curious of what new techniques he’s talking about. 

“What are these maneuvers? Making me and Silverwing hunt for you both?” I quip and Baela barks out a laugh. 

“You shall see them on the battlefield after we’re sated from a meal you both have sourced for us.” he rubs his belly as him and Jace erupt into a fit of laughter. 

“Oh, I like you,” Jace smiles broadly to Ben. 

We continue to talk for hours until the sun starts to fall down the horizon. We all make our way back to Rhaenryas tent and join her for supper. After the meal Baela and I excuse ourselves to change into our riding gear and meet each other back at our dragons.

“Are you ready sister?” I look to her biting my lip. 

“We’ll stick to the clouds and be back in no time.” she says pulling me into a tight embrace. 

“How do we look sending our lovers off while we stay to the tents?” Jace comes from behind us with Ben next to him. Baela makes her way to Jace who pulls her into a hug and I walk to Ben. 

“May I have your favor?” I purse my lips with a smirk. 

“Of course, my gallant knight,” he bows his head with a smile and pulls out the bone knife. “This seems to always keep you safe when I’m indisposed.” he hums pulling me into a hug and kisses me fiercely. 

“Daughters,” Rhaenyra catches our attention and we turn to her. “If anything feels wrong or if you feel like you’re in danger please come back at once. It’s not my desire to send you both but you do a great service to me.” her eyes starting to water. 

“We will be fine mother,” Baela offers her comforting words. 

“We will be back before you even notice our absence.” I nod to her as we turn to mount our dragons. 

I look down at Ben once more before we shoot into the sky. Baela and Moondancer are quick on our heels as we ascend into the clouds. We shoot forward with purpose and intent. The moon begins to rise as we see Kings Landing in the distance. As we start approaching the city we rise higher in the clouds hoping to have more cover. I nod my head to the left and Baela nods her to the right as we start a perimeter around the city walls. 

As I fly above the Gods gate my breath catches at the size of the army outside the walls. The host stretches down past the Lions gate all the way to the Kings gate. I shake my head as I continue in the clouds making my way over the Bay. Baela comes into view and nods to me with wide eyes. We pass each other so we can take in each other’s sides and I gape. The entire city is surrounded with a host almost double our size. 

We meet just past the Gods gate again and rise above the clouds. We look to each other and breathe out a sigh of relief that no one saw us and begin flying back to Rosby. As we approach the host I can feel the tension in the air. We make our descent and land next to the other dragons. Baela and I slide off and meet each other as our adrenaline pours out of us. Rhaenyra, Jace, and Ben quickly approach us and look us over. 

“Come to the war tent.” Rhaenyra nods once she sees we’re all in one piece. 

Jace and Ben trail behind us as we enter. Baela and I walk over to the map and start placing pieces on the map trying to put everything down before it flees our minds. We look over each other’s work and then step back and look to Rhaenyra. 

“What did you see?” Rhaenyra asks hushed looking at the map. 

“The city is surrounded.” I shake my head biting the inside of my lip. 

“Their host is massive. Almost double our size.” Baela looks to Rhaenyra. 

“We have more dragons.” Jace furrows his brow looking to the map. 

“Well the bay has been left unattended, right?” Ben asks. 

“From what we could see, yes.” I nod my head to him. 

“We could send two dragons to take the city from that end and send the riders to turn the small folk to our cause. We can rush the gates from the inside and begin the attack from within the walls.” Ben bites his lip looking over the map and host. 

“Who are you suggesting?” Jace asks. 

“Seasmoke and Syrax. The presence of two large dragons should sway them. Especially, if one of them is their Queen. We can send you with spare weapons and armor to hand out.” Ben nods his head. 

“A sound idea.” Rhaenyra nods her head thinking. 

“Once Baela and I take out the scorpions we can join you both on the ground.” Jace nods as the plans continue to form. 

“We will continue this at day break.” Rhaenyra says at once and I can hear the fear and anxiety in her voice. “Please get some rest.” Rhaenyra looks over the map again and exhales. 

Ben’s hand slips into mine as he softly tugs me out of the tent. We slowly make our way to our tent and take in the rowdy host around us. The men know that there could be a promise of death tomorrow and refuse to waste their last hours. Once we enter the tent he begins to remove my gear while whispering words of adoration. 

“Thank you for coming back to me, my Princess.” he whispers against my neck as he holds me. 

“I’ll always come back to you.” I whisper against his lips. 

We begin to pull off the rest of our clothes not wanting any boundaries between us. He lays me gently on our bed and climbs over me. He dips down and locks our lips once more. He settles between my thighs and slowly pushes himself in. My legs wrap around him and he pumps into me slow and deep. 

Our breaths are deep as we try to get impossibly closer to each other. Soft moans fall from my lips as he grinds into me as I cling to him. He swallows all of my noises as we get lost in each other. 

“Ben,” his name falls off of my lips as my hips begin moving with his. 

“Shh, you can let go.” he kisses me once more as I whimper into his mouth allowing pleasure to take over. 

He continues to slowly push into me as my hands roam all over his back. The feel of him is making my body go taught once more. His hips start to move a little faster as they begin to falter. I pulse around him as he starts to fill me panting into my neck. 

“Gods I fucking love you so much.” he rests his forehead on mine. 

“I love you.” I bring his lips back down to mine. 

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We wake along with the rest of our host. We untangle from each other and slowly rise. Ben helps me braid my hair and then with putting on my armor. I grab his armor and begin placing it on him while he steals kisses from me in between plates. Once we’re ready we walk out of our tent and are greeted by the men rushing around to prepare. We make our way to the war tent and can feel the tension pouring out of the flaps. 

“I will not sit idly by while you take the city. If there ever has been a time for me to show my face in battle now is the time.” Rhaenyras voice is raised as she stares down the Lords as we enter. 

“Our Queen is right,” Corlys nods. “She will go in from the back and be able to pull the small folk to our cause and they’ll be able to push open the gates for us from the inside.” Corlys stands tall showing off his Hand of the Queen pin. 

“I will not be alone. Seasmoke and Addam will be by my side and Corlys’ fleet is slowly entering the Blackwater. I am more formidable than you think.” she rises and looks down to all the Lords.

“We meant no offense, Your Grace.” Ser Alfred lowers his eyes. 

“Then ready the host. Vhagar has been spotted leaving Kings Landing and the time for us to march is now.” Rhaenyra looks to them expectantly. 

“Where will the other dragons be?” Lord Mooton asks boldly. 

“Y/n and Ben will be with the host outside of the gates. Jace and Baela will be inside the city walls taking out scorpions and other weapons that could cause lethal damage to our dragons or host.” She looks to him waiting for him to say something. “Fight valiantly and any one of you who thinks it would be easier to turn cloaks, know that you will die.” she lifts her chin assessing every Lord and Lady in the tent. 

“We take the city today and I will sit the throne before days end. I’m not saying it will be easy and I know not all of us will come out of this. You all have stood faithfully by my side and honored my father’s wishes. Know that when I rule you all will be rewarded for your bravery and loyalty.” everyone in the tent, me and my siblings included, fall to our knees and bow to the Queen.

The Lords begin to usher out of the tent to go ready their hosts. Only her Hand and the dragon riders remain. She turns to us with a soft smile and hardness in her eyes. 

“I don’t even know how to begin to thank you all for what you’re going to do for me today.” she looks to all us. “I wish it didn’t have to come to this. Dragons should never be used as a weapon of war and yet here I am sending them to battle.” she shakes her head and looks up to stop her unshed tears. 

“We will be the only dragons. The only people who should be afraid are the traitors.” Jace says standing tall. “I will fight for you until my last breath.” Jace takes his sword and crosses his chest kneeling. 

“I will fight for you until my last breath.” Baela mirrors Jaces movements. 

“I will fight for you until my last breath.” I remove my sword from my back and fall to my knees. 

“I will fight for you until my last breath.” Ben takes his sword and places it in front of him kneeling. 

“I will fight for you until my last breath.” Addam falls to his knees beside us with his sword in hand. 

“We await your command, my Queen.” Corlys moves to Rhaenyras side as she wipes her tears away.

“All of you stand.” her voice shaky. “If it ever becomes too much out there fly to the Red Keep. I know I shouldn’t say this but I’d rather have you by my side than in a pyre. So if you need to leave the battle, then leave. Countless lives are going to be lost today for my father’s dream. I won’t lose you all.” she shakes her head steeling herself. “To your dragons and await my signal.” she nods dismissing us. 

Ben grabs my hand as we walk out of the tent. Our tensions and anxieties are high flowing between us. I squeeze his hand in support and he offers me a squeeze of my own. As we approach Silverwing and Vermithor they are affectionately rubbing their heads together. 

“My beautiful Silverwing and my fearsome Vermithor. We will fly as a unit today. Tight knit and no hesitation. We will all keep each other safe.” I look up to them with Ben at my side. 

They curl their tails around us and I’m sure from the outside it looks as if we’re all hugging. Vermithor and Silverwing softly chuff nudging us softly. They both lower their heads to us as we hug their snouts. Vermithor presses his snout into me while Silverwing does the same for Ben. Our dragons uncurl from us and we turn to each other. 

“My Ben, my love,” I raise one of my hands to cup his cheek while looking at him with glossy eyes as I pour all of my fear and anxieties out of me. 

“We will survive this. You still have to marry me.” he smiles down to me before placing a soft kiss on my lips swallowing my giggles. 

“My fearsome Vermithor,” he turns to his dragon. “You and I must protect our loves at all costs today. I care not who dies as long as Y/n and Silverwing live.” Vermithor drops his head and locks his eyes with Ben’s in agreement. 

“My beautiful Silverwing, let’s remind everyone why they’re so terrified of us.” I nod my head with a wicked smile as she offers me a deep grumble that vibrates the ground. 

“Do not die today.” I turn to Ben. “Or I’ll find a witch to bring you back and kill you again myself.” he grins and pulls me into his arms offering me one more kiss. 

“Of course, my Princess.” we separate and begin to climb to our saddles. 

We clip in and look around at the readying host. Across the field we can see the other dragon riders clipping in and awaiting my mother. My breath catches as I see my mother shoot into the sky atop Syrax. 

“To Kings Landing!” she shouts with a blade in hand as Syrax moves her around the host. 

Syrax gives out a shriek and then men begin to march. All of the dragons shoot into the sky and give out loud cries that spurs the men on. My adrenaline spikes as I see our host moving as one with dragons flying above them. 

Our pace has been steady and we will be approaching the city within the hour. The host is buzzing and the dragons swoop in and out of each other. We can hear the faint beating of war drums as our host begins to spread out around the city walls. 

Syrax lands in front of the host at the Gods gate where it seems the largest amount of men are. Ben and I land at her side as our dragons lick their teeth looking on at the men. Rhaenyra approaches and Cole emerges from the crowd. 

“Tell your men to lay down their swords and they may yet live.” she walks to Cole as Syrax is hovering behind her. 

“We will never bend the knee to a whore.” Cole spits out at her and Silverwing lets out a low growl. 

“You tell my cunt brother I will have my throne or I will take his head myself.” she looks down to Cole who laughs at her words. 

“You could never stand against King Aemond.” he shakes his head at her laughing.

“King Aemond?” she says taken aback. 

“Aegon is dead. Aemond now rules in his place.” a smirk plays at Cole’s lips. 

“Then I shall take his other eye.” she shrugs and goes to mount Syrax once more. 

“To battle, to glory!” she shoots into the skies and Seasmoke swirls around her. 

They disappear into the clouds and I’m hoping they will have no issue taking the Keep in through the Blackwater. I see Jace and Baela fly up into the sky and slide over the city walls with impressive speed. I hear arrows being loosed and pray to the Gods for their safety. From in the distance I see fire upon rooftops taking out scorpions and other weapons. I look to Ben and nod my head. 

“Fight for your Queen.” Ben shouts as Vermithor gives out a roar that causes the Greens host to hesitate. 

We shoot to the skies together as our host charges forward. I look down for a moment and watch the two hosts collide. There’s a symphony of metal and death in the air that spurs us into action. Ben and I go in opposite directions to start spreading fire upon their back lines near the wall. For a moment everything seems to be up in flames and once they settle the sounds of the dying fill the air. 

I hear a loud groan of wood and look to the ground and see them ready to loose a scorpion at Ben and Vermithor. My breath catches in my throat as I see the metal tipped spear flying at them. Silverwing and I give out a scream at the same time and begin flying in their direction. Ben turns his head at the last minute and they barely dodge it as the metal tip scrapes along Vermithors tail. 

Vermithor dips down to where the spear came from and flies low as I see Ben unclip from his saddle. All we can do is sit there and watch as Vermithor dips close to the ground as Ben stands on the saddle and dismounts off of Vermithors wing as he’s still in flight, long sword in hand. I lose him in the fighting and death and Vermithor flies to me and Silverwing as blood drips on the Greens from his tail.

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I felt like a cliffhanger here would be fun :) - I’m almost done w the next part and will most likely post it on sunday don’t h8 plsss

pls i finished this at farm and fleet as i was getting my brakes fixed 

Part 7

[the-xolotl]

Worshiping At His Feet

Alastor x fem!Reader

⟢ a/n: i actually wrote half of this about 2-3 weeks ago and kinda left it to collect dust ^^, but here it is !! for my oral fixation bitches <33 i was listening to Rule 34 by Fish in a Birdcage and it was the perfect inspiration tee-hee.

summary: i don't have a quirky summary this time; you suck Al's dick lol

⟢ CW: service sub reader, cock worship (m receiving), no use of y/n, terms of endearment, praise, throat fucking, erotic asphyxiation, subspace, cumming untouched, leg/shoe humping, Al’s dick is like 9" in this one besties, reader w a long tongue.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT YOU WILL BE BLOCKED ON SIGHT. Thank you~

Alastor’s eyes raked over your trembling form kneeling before him with amusement and curiosity. The Radio Demon currently had you sitting on your thighs, bare from head to toe save for the green-glowing collar around your neck and the chain he currently has curled around his hand. Yet, your trembles weren’t from fear nor were you cold. No, the smell of arousal that tickled his nose is proof enough to let him know you’re the furthest thing from scared. There isn’t a sign of embarrassment or even shyness on your body as his red ruby eyes bore over every inch of your skin.

If anything, you sit with poise and elegance. Perfectly submitting to your figurative and literal place beneath him and wearing it with a straight back and puffed chest hints of pride in your position. You were writhing with anticipation; your little trembles came from the sheer excitement. You reminded him of an excited puppy, wiggling in delight, waiting to eat out of their master’s hand. Alastor couldn’t say he wasn’t pleased with this little display of obedience and devotion.

He has given you simple instructions: Strip, kneel, stay, sit still. Do not speak unless spoken to. And to your credit, you are doing just that. The twitches and shakes of arousal were somewhat out of your control. He knew you couldn’t help being a bitch in heat in his presence. Even still, you weren’t sitting still like he ordered. Your big eyes fixated on his own, waiting for your next instructions.

“Darling, what were your orders?” his velvety voice crooned, the radio filter crackling with his tone’s low notes.

You felt your eyebrow twitch and your heart pound against your ribcage. The Radio Demon doesn’t have you repeat instructions unless you missed a step or didn’t follow them correctly. Alastor is gracious enough to give you a singular chance at correcting yourself before punishment is dished out. “Strip, kneel, stay, sit still. Do not speak unless spoken to,” speaking with an even tone, struggling to keep your voice from trembling. He gave your collar a light tug, just enough to remove slack. You audibly swallowed, feeling your chest tighten at the pull of your very soul.

“Good pet,” he purred, “So fix it.” That’s all he offered. Leaving you confused, the words echoed repeatedly in your head, trying to find the mistake. Alastor’s smile grew impossibly big as the lost expression edged into your face. He was already kind enough to give you a hint. It’s your job now to figure it out. He had time.

Meanwhile, you readjusted yourself, planting your weight further into your calves and placing your palms at ease over your thighs. You had the urge to run a thumb along your flesh soothingly, feeling your thighs shaking, so you did. And that’s when it clicked. Sit still.

You stop immediately, your body going rigid, and flick your gaze to Alastor again, who has an approving glint in his eyes. The corner of your lips twitches upwards, and your heart flutters again, this time at his silent approval.

“That’s it. Good job,” Alastor praised extending his hand towards you. You lean in immediately resting your cheek on his palm, relishing in the warmth of his captivating touch. “Come closer, dear. You’re allowed to rest your hands on my lap.”

Alastor uncrossed his legs to allow you to slot yourself between them. Still knelt, you didn’t hesitate to let your hands come up to his legs. Your hands glided across his clothed thighs with a feather-light touch before they settled at the apex of them resting them there. With his hand still on your cheek, he tilted your head back, “You’re going to service me now. I’m going to use your mouth, and you’re going to let me,” his thumb ran over your bottom lip, “Understand, little one?”

Alastor saw your eyes light up like stars; he chuckled at you. “Yes, Sir,” you responded already with a breathy voice.

“Take me out.” He ordered. Wordlessly, you look up at him again once his pants have been undone, asking for permission. He lifted his hips, allowing you to drag his pants and underwear down to pool at his ankles. Now, with his half-hard shaft resting on his hip, your mouth watered. Lust flowed through your veins like a good liquor, slowly warming you. You couldn’t help but lick your lips and bite down on your bottom lip.

Your pheromones came off you in waves, permeating the air around you both. Alastor has a sensitive nose. While he wouldn’t admit it, your arousal alone had already caused a reaction in his body. His idea was to have you work him hard, but your eager responses had already done half the job for you.

The hand on your cheek came to grab hold of the back of your head, bringing your face centimeters from his hardening cock. You could see the bead of pre-cum already forming at the tip. Making your breath hitch and swallow back a needy noise.

“Use your tongue to get me hard, pretty pet,” he instructed, “Go slow, and don’t use your hands until I let you.” You nodded, your tongue already lolling out to drag the wet muscle across the entirety of his length; tongue swirling around the tip before wrapping itself around half his cock. You used your long tongue to your advantage, using it to stroke him in long, languid pumps. Alastor sighed a hum as you worked him and your lips sucked harder on the tip before taking him further in.

Just as instructed, you went slowly. You found a pace at which you bob your head up and down taking another inch at each downward suck. Alastor rewarded you by running his long fingers through your hair and audibly low moans of your name, his grip on the chain tightening when he felt his tip hit the back of your throat. You moaned then already feeling your mouth so full but still having at least half his dick to fit down your waiting throat. Without skipping a beat you sank your lips further on his shaft without breaking eye contact. The vibration sends a delightful shiver up Alastor’s back earning you a quiet good girl.

“So eager aren’t we, love?” he twitches in your mouth, “You look so pretty with those lips stretched around me like that,” Alastor can make sinful words sound so pretty with the way he coos down at you with his transatlantic accent. The praise makes your thighs clench tightly together, your fingers digging into the meat of his thighs to resist the urge to touch yourself. This makes Alastor chuckle and use the side of his foot to tap your knees to separate them. A little whine is muffled by his length being stuffed in your mouth but you look at him pleadingly. A smug expression crosses his features as he brings a leg between yours pressing the back of his shoe against your dripping sex. “Grind. If you need touch that badly this is all you’re getting until you’ve made me cum.”

Your back arches and cheeks become increasingly hotter as the blush reaches your ears. It’s a humiliating act to dirty his shoes in such a way, yet, your hips immediately rock down bumping his leg and holding on even tighter to him. Your concentration wanes on your main task becoming sloppier, and more messy with drool dripping from the corners of your back and down the rest of his cock that isn't already inside your mouth. Moans become louder and more frequent even as your throat becomes more occupied the bigger he swelled. The smallest mercy you’re granted is your lack of a gag reflex allowing you to take him deeper with better ease but that’s being challenged by the way his cock is obstructing your breathing while Alastor is digging the top of his shoe into your puffy clit.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes struggling to keep up, vision going in and out. Both from the tears and the lack of air going into your head. But you are so set on being a good girl, you could never disappoint your master. The deer demon could see your struggle but said nothing, delighting himself in watching your eyes roll back and eyelids drooping, your grip is also beginning to slack. Alastor laughed pulling you off his cock by the phantom collar and holding your face to make you look directly at him, “Breathe; take a deep breath, my dear. You can’t pass out yet,” he said as he tapped your cheek lightly and wiped the saliva off your mouth. “Such a mess and we’ve only just gotten started.”

There are dark spots in your vision and you’re fighting to blink them away taking sharp breaths through your nose. Your mind feels foggy and a little airy already and there’s a slight ringing in your ears. “That’s it, my love, stay with me,” a warm hand delicately cradled your cheek brushing a thumb over your bottom lip, “Such good girl for me.” It tickled your insides every time he spoke to you with such softness with the undertones of condescension, it brought a smile to your face to hear his acclamation of your work.

“I’ll allow you a break, use your hands,” his hand leaves your face to help you bring your trembling fingers around his pulsing hardness. He guided your hands up and down his shaft, “You know how to please me, don’t you pretty girl?” he tapped the back of his shoe against your folds again sending a jolt through your entire body making your hips buck.

“Yes, Sir, everything— anything— for you,” you pant out through little keens. So eager for your Master, the owner of your heart, mind, and soul. You were surrendered to this demon with every fiber of your being. There isn't an inch of you that doesn't belong to him. With a pleased grin he lets go of your hands allowing you to keep going on your own, your strokes remain long and languid and you can't help but let your eyes fall to watch your hands that can barely wrap around them go up and down. Alastor hisses as you tease and press into the tip to collect the bead of pre-cum that formed.

"Be careful what you wish for, little love," voice dropping ever lower to a more sensual tone, radio filter straining and crackling, "You might just get what you ask for and not realize it's more than you've bargained for." The devil danced in his eyes as he spoke leaning down to meet your gaze, your breath hitched but a mischievous grin tugged your lips to match his own.

"I can take it," you whisper, eye flicking down to his lips momentarily, "And if I can't, make me," your confidence excited him, made him crave you in sensual ways as much as you craved him. He stole your lips in an intense kiss, and your lips collided when he tugged you forward by the collar. He devours your lips like he is going to eat you whole. Your hands sped up on his cock making him moan into the kiss, noises are more than happy to swallow down greedily. His tongue pushed its way into your mouth exploring it, rubbing and pushing against your wet muscle in a sinful dance. It made you mewl back into his mouth melting into his lips.

"Let's test your resolve then, shall we?" he pulled away breathlessly, a string of saliva still connecting your lips. Your head is still reeling and you barely notice the tentacles that wrap around your thighs and bring both of your hands behind your back, he removes his leg from between your legs and stands up from his chair. You look up at Alastor with falling tears already rolling down your cheeks. "Open up, ma chère," you obey without a second thought, tongue lolling out. Alastor drags his thick cock over your open lips, rubbing up and down over your warm tongue then lightly tapping his cock over your face teasingly. You pull against your restraints already missing your hands over his body.

"Beg," he orders still teasing your mouth. His smile turned right down devilish hearing moan just from his words.

"Please, Master? I need your cock in my mouth, I want it so bad," big doe eyes looked at him with tears, "Let me have your cock down my pretty throat," you say with desperation batting your lashes and opening your mouth wider. "I'll be a good girl, I promise. Let me service you. I want to make you feel good," you lean to press your cheek against his pelvis cock hanging right in front of you but didn't dare lick or kiss just yet, not before giving you explicit permission.

Without another word, he cradles your face letting go of the chain, collar disappearing completely when he did so, and shoving his cock into your mouth in one go. He groaned demonically when your throat constricted around him. There's still a good inch or two of him you hadn't managed to fit in yet, "Make me, you said, mon ange?" your eyes widen from both fear and excitement. Adrenaline pumped rapidly through your veins as you held his gaze, heart beat like a drum against your ribcage in anticipation. Alastor almost looked apologetic as he pulled out to the tip slowly, teasingly then held both sides of your head to thrust into your mouth. Radio static buzzes through the air and his eyes flash radio dials.

"Ḿ̶̛̲̩͓̤̗̘͒͊̌e̷̟̼̳̼̭̿̾͋͒̐̿͌r̵̥͔͈͉̤͝d̴̯̞̙͚͆͗̈̋̔��̕e̴̥͉̦̒̓͒̇̊̒͜͝ͅ," he cursed quietly, one hand tightening on your hair making you wince. The first thrust is nearly successful and he holds you there for a few long moments letting you adjust. One of his hands slides down to press the bulge that his cock is making in your throat and gently caressing it. He's so fucking big in your mouth and so long you doubted you'd be able to take all of him. More tears stream down your face quickly running out of air as he holds you down. "So close, almost there, my dear. L̸͕̔e̷̦̕t̸̮̏'̴̹͝s̵̠͂ ̴͜͠t̴̙͗r̴̘̽ÿ̶͙́ ̷̱̆ȁ̵̭g̷̨̈́a̷̧̎i̵̝̐ñ̴̻." Once again he pulled out but didn't give you time to breathe barely sneaking in one deep gasp.

He thrusts harshly into the heat of your mouth, pushing your head down in the process this time. You yelp and moan as your nose graces the tuff or coarse hair at the base of his length, writhing and squirming Alastor bows and arches his back over you, "So t̸̜͐ĭ̴̹g̶̹͌h̶̯͐t̴̟͝ ̸͔̏ã̶͍n̶̥̑d̸̢̈ ̴̦͑ẉ̷̐a̷̢̛r̵̼͆m̸̧̾, you're perfect." his voice is rough and the radio filter keeps switching in and out. The radio demon sets a brutal pace fucking into you, "Keep those pretty lips open, dear." Alastor gives you no mercy not letting you breathe between thrusts. Soon you're feeling woozy, your jaw slacking allowing Alastor to slide in and out more easily.

"That's it, you're mine. Aren't you, sweet thing? All mine," words coming out between pants and moans, "Let go, forget everything outside of these four walls and sounder to me, my dear." Your moans die at your throat completely muffled by this cock. As the seconds pass you feel less and less present laying yourself at his hands. No more coherent thoughts form in your brain, he relishes the way your body shakes and how your eyes roll back every time he bottoms out. You can tell the lack of air is getting to you; you feel faint, your jaw hurts, your chest feels tight, and your knees are possibly bruising but all your thoughts are of Alastor and the way he's ravishing you. How much do you enjoy being used as his little cock-sleeve. You gladly take anything he gives you with no questions asked, and he knows that too.

He only slows down when he feels his orgasm build and coil, so he removes himself from your mouth. You gasp so desperately that you're wheezing to let air into your burning lungs. Shadows dance across the walls and floor seemly also pleased with your performance. "Such a good girl, you know how to please your master." There's adoration behind those words and you feel elated. A rush of euphoria zooms across your body, and whines bubble up in your chest but only come out as broken sobs.

"You've trained me so well, Sir, only for you," your voice is scratchy and barely audible from the abuse to your vocal cords yet you still have stamina to keep going. Deposite the fact that there’s a buzzing in your head and the ringing in your ears has only gotten louder and you’re incapable of thinking outside of sucking off Alastor you’re ready to swallow him down again. Even through the ache that has settled in your body from being forced into a single position for such a long time you’re impatiently waiting to get face fucked again. Your cheeks sting slightly from the tears too, as a few more stays roll down the redden skin.

“You want more, don’t you?” Alastor pets the top of your hair softly, you nod tiredly. “You deserve a reward for such a wonderful performance, come here sweetheart,” his tentacles release their hold on you finally letting you touch him again. Immediately your hand comes up to grab a hold of his hips caressing and appreciating the soft short fur. Alastor guided his cock back into your waiting mouth immediately sinking in with a moan of your name. You brace yourself with hands on his thighs for his brutal pace and relaxing your jaw as much as you can for him. Just being used for his own pleasure brought you to such heights of ecstasy you’re able to get off in it, he didn’t even need to touch you.

The familiar coil in your abdomen tightens as the sounds pour off his lips and his fat cock slides in and out of your mouth, his balls slapping against your chin and nice pressing against his pelvis. “So close, darling, you’ll get your reward soon,” his radio filter glitches out. Once again his shadows grow taller, antlers extend and his smile strains as he takes harsh breaths in through his nose. He moans loudly through gritted teeth, thrusts becoming sloppier and sloppier. It’s hard to say if you’re still breathing properly by the time you feel Alastor’s warm cum pouring into your throat. Alastor with his hand cradling the back of your head pushes himself all the way inside your mouth as he fills you up. Your whole body twitches and you choke a moan when your orgasm hit you right after his. Your juices make a puddle on the floor and cover your thighs.

He’s still coming but you’ve run out of breath before he pulls out, your vision blacks out and your limp body slumps against his legs. Alastor picks you up bridal style and pressures you close to him, still catching his breath. “You did so good my doe, so perfect,” he whispered next to your ear and murmuring small apologies for overexerting you. He’d worry about the mess on the floor later, so he carried you to the bathroom on the other side of his bedroom, nudging the ajar door open. Without letting you out of his embrace he lets water run into the bath, littering your cheek and forehead with kisses while waiting for the tub to fill up.

It’s not long after that you finally come back to, slowly, groggily and already in the warm water while Alastor has your back resting against his chest. You slowly blink the drowsiness from your eyes, too tired to move your body, you accept the fact you probably blacked out, it’s not the first time, and it certainly won’t be the last.

“Are you alright, my dear?” Alastor asked softly, arms sliding under the wanted to wrap around your middle. He rested shit chin on your shoulder snuggling closer to you. Endearing how gentle he is after sex; the harder he is on you the sweeter the aftercare.

“My jaw aches, my knees hurt,” your voice comes out huskier than usual, “My voice is going to be fucked for a few days. But… I’m more than satisfied,” you turn your head to lay a sweet kiss on his lips. “Let’s get washed up so we can go to bed. I’m exhausted after our little tryst,” you giggle pressing your forehead to his, he chuckles along with you sharing a little intimate moment and a few more kisses before actually getting clean and stepping out of the shower to retire to bed, nice and warm cuddled and tangled up in each other as lovers do.

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[mikkomacko]

i feel like i’m being greedy that i keep asking stuff but i just gobble up everything you put out stg

but can you do a lil blurb of how you mentioned nico gets grumpy about jack teasing him about their sex life and reader babying him

i love big boss man but i need her to baby him ( & maybe scold jack too) 🤩💓

A/n: this isn’t so much reader babying Nico. It’s more her letting Nico be tough mafioso man to Jack lol but I can do another with her taking care of grumpy nico if you’d like 🤍

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“Jack I’m paying to renovate that whole fucking place for you, stop bitching.”

As if he’d been physically kicked, Jack slumps into his seat at the dinner table, sadly swirling his fork around in his pasta.

Blue eyes look at you, wide and begging. He’s egging you on, you know it. He wants you to sigh, turn to Nico and scold him for being too rough on the boy. It’s what you typically do when Nico gets fed up and snaps at Jack. But tonight he’s right.

Nico had purchased a loft apartment for Jack and Luke and all the younger boys to live in a few years ago. Way before you were in the picture. Through meticulous planning (and his incredible love for his boys) Nico has put aside a whole fund to revamp the place into the perfect bachelor pad for them.

Unfortunately while it’s being worked on, Jack and Luke have moved into the house with you two. And Jack has been making it everyone’s problem.

“I like staying here,” Luke butts in, pasta sauce smeared on the corner of his mouth. “My room is huge, there’s a pool, and we get family dinners.”

“It’s too cold to even use the pool,” Jack sasses his brother, and Luke slurps back a bite of spaghetti.

“Maybe I just like the sound of the water Jack,” the youngest Hughes snips. “We did grow up by a lake, idiot.”

You can sense the oncoming fight, looking to Nico at the head of the table with wide eyes. He’s sipping his red wine, empty dinner plate in front of him and he raises an eyebrow as if to say ‘what are you gonna do about it baby?’

Scoffing, you look between Jack and Luke. “Ok, family dinner is over. You, go wash up and get ready for bed.” You instruct, addressing the older brother.

Jack huffs, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at Luke. Knowing he’s going to whine about his brother, you now address the boy sitting next to you.

“And you, finish that plate and then wash up too. You’re both on dish duty and if there’s any whining you’ll be doing it again tomorrow.”

A pleased smirk curls at Jack’s lips and he scoops up his plate before moving to the kitchen. Nico places his now empty glass on the table, using the napkin on his lap to wipe the corners of his mouth. When he drops it onto the table, a cheeky smile has taken over his face.

“Do you need instructions too mister?” You taunt, stacking your plates with his. He grunts, relaxing back into his chair and spreading his thighs out.

“M’just admiring your work boss,” he teases, winking at you. A giggle bubbles out of you, cheeks heating up and you shake your head at him. “Wanna show me how you get them to listen like that?”

“Oh yeah, I can show you a lot of things.” You purr, sliding your sock clad foot across the floor until you meet his shin. Teasingly, you drag your toes up until the apples of his cheeks have grown splotchy.

“You two are disgusting.”

Luke’s words make you jump, having forgotten he was there. Before you can say anything he’s gathering his own dishes and disappearing into the kitchen, shaking that messy head of curls as he goes.

You and Nico snicker, admiring each other with teasing grins for a moment longer before he pushes his chair out. Following his lead, you both take your dirty dishes and glasses to the sink.

Jack and Luke are loading the dishwasher when you enter, backs to you as they talk and hand off objects from the sink.

“Thanks boys,” you say, placing both yours and Nico’s things by the sink. They sigh in unison, Jack just grunting in response and Nico flicks the back of his head as he walks away from them.

A little guilty, you step between the two, sliding an arm around both of their waists. “Turn off the lights before bed ok? I’ll have breakfast in the morning for you both?”

Simultaneously, they pause and look down at you. “Pancakes?”

“Of course,” you agree, and they share a knowing grin before looking back at you and nodding.

Rising to your toes, you peck a gentle kiss to Jack’s head. “Goodnight J,” you murmur, then do the same to Luke. “Night Lukey.”

You step back, let them return to doing dishes. “Night y/n,” they say in unison and you slip under Nico’s awaiting arm. Pinching his side, Nico frowns at you before rolling his eyes.

“See you boys in the morning “ Nico grumbles and you laugh when Luke turns his head back, smiling like a kid on Christmas.

“Night papa.”

Annoyance pinches at Nico’s face. It only gets worse when Jack looks over his shoulder with a devilish grin. “Did ya see her kiss me goodnight boss? You better take care of her or I will.”

The wink he sends you makes Nico scoff and before he can say anything you’re pushing him towards the stairs.

Nico’s huffing and puffing as he climbs the stairs. “Oh I’ll take care of you, alright,” he grunts, eyebrows scrunched together. “Always fucking take care of ya.”

And he does. So you lovingly rub his back as you make your way to the main bedroom, and when Nico closes and locks the door, you let him toss you onto the mattress, ass up of course because that’s his favorite. And then he’s taking his time with you.

If Jack keeps up his teasing, you’re in for a long couple of nights.

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You meet the boys the next day at The Rock around lunchtime. They had a meeting earlier but Nico wants to take you out to eat after.

By the time you get there, a few have already dispersed but the usual characters are still hanging around the booths with your boyfriend.

Who doesn’t look so pleased now that you actually see him. Eyebrows furrowing, you look up at Timo who has a similar look of concern on his face.

“Uh-oh,” he whispers and you nod, closing the rest of the distance between you and the tables.

“Oh there she is!” Jack hollers when he sees you, but you’re watching Nico. Nico, whose cheeks are splotchy and jaw ticking. Nico whose eyes look even darker than usual, a crease between them. Uh-oh is right, you think. He looks at you, places his elbows on the table and hunches over with a shake of his head.

“I’m surprised you made it,” Jack keeps going, and when you look at him in confusion he’s fighting back giggles. “You and Nico had a long night.”

Oh, you realize, looking back at Nico with apprehension. Jack has gotten into his usual habit of taunting Nico about his sex life. Something Nico doesn’t ever like to share, especially with the boys.

He’s raking his fingers through his hair, looking anywhere but you or Jack. The rest of the boys at the table are snickering, except for Luke who looks to Timo with wide eyes. Within seconds they’re scrambling away together, muttering something about drinks behind the bar.

Ignoring the Hughes boy, you address your boyfriend. “Ready to go Nico?”

He looks up at the sound of his name, nose flaring when he clears his throat and nods. Rising from his chair, you walk over to him and take a hold of his hands.

“Hi,” you whisper, placing his palms on your waist. He pulls you into him, presses the lightest kiss on your cheek.

“Hi baby,” he grumbles, and you touch the splotchy part on the left side of his face in an attempt to calm him down.

Not that it gets the chance to work.

“Wait before you go,” Jack is interrupting, pushing himself up to sit on the backrest of the booth. He rubs his hands together, shares a look with Mercer and laughs.

“Could you pick up some earplugs for tonight? Nico is just so fucking loud and if I have to hear him come one more time I’m gonna-“

Nico’s grip on you has tightened, so much so that his blunt nails sting through the fabric of your shirt. He’s angry, so fucking angry you can physically feel him trying to keep himself from reaching across the table and dragging Jack over it by the collar of his shirt. You know he wouldn’t hurt Jack or even scold him for that matter, not without your permission at least. He knows how protective you are over them.

Even when he’s angry, he’s the sweetest man you know.

“Oh baby,” you murmur when he closes his eyes, lashes fluttering with annoyance. Running your hands through his hair, you tune out whatever Jack is still yammering about and lean into to kiss just below Nico’s ear.

“Go scare him,” you whisper so just he can hear you. Nico pulls back instantly, eyes snapping open and looking at you for reassurance. You bite back a smirk, nodding. “Put him back in line boss.”

That’s all Nico needs before he’s releasing you and moving back to the table. Just as you suspected, he reaches over the booth and grips the collar of Jack’s shirt in his fist.

The bar falls deathly quiet, everyone holding their breath as Nico yanks Jack forward onto his hands and knees across the tabletop.

Wide eyed and terrified, Jack scrambles for his footing and stares back at Nico. “Since you’re so fucking tired you can leave,” he growls, and you take a second to admire how hot he looks when he’s angry.

“Nico I’m sorry-“

“For the week,” Nico grunts. “You’re out. And if what I do in my own fucking house is such a problem, you can set up at Haula’s. I’m sure you’ll have fun with the wife and kids.”

Jack is already shaking his head when Nico releases him, nudging him back into his seat.

“Please don’t make me stay with the babies, all they do is cry-“

“You’ll fit right in.” Nico barks, and then he’s turning back to you, winking mischievously. You take his outstretched hand, wiggle your fingers at Jack.

“Y/n,” Jack whines. “Don’t let him kick me out, please?”

“I’ll let Kristin know you’ll be over later,” you tease. Jack pouts, sinks back into his seat and thumps his head against the table.

And when you and Nico pick Jack up from Haula’s in the morning, he’s all apologies and thank-you’s for letting him stay at the house.

[chrattenthusiast]

Hate— Matthew sturniolo smut

(not proof read )

authors note 💌 — this is my FIRST time writing smut on this app so please forgive me for this 😔 with that being said I will be taking requests if my account actually reaches ANYONE. It’s kinda long and a little bit angsty but if you like that AND a good old enemies to lover trope (but without the love part!?) this is for you!!!

WARNINGS: nsfw, sexual content, minors dni!!!!!

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You and matt never had a strong connection. The dynamic of your interactions with him were unclear, you couldn’t comprehend why the blue-eyed man barely acknowledged you, except during heated arguments where nick served as a mediator or the instances where you found yourself under him late at night

On this particular night, you patiently waited until the clock struck 3 a.m. before quietly slipping out of Nick's bed. It didn't seem to matter that Nick could sleep through anything, even an apocalypse.

You then made your way to Matt's bed and lightly tapped on the door three times."

the door swings open and before you could even mutter a sentence, Matt pulls you into the room, shutting the door and slamming you against it.

“you’re late” he says

“ That’s rich coming for a man that begs like a little subby bit-“

you are instantly cut off as matt smashes his lips onto yours. he deepens the kiss letting it get a little too heated, moments later you feel his tongue against yours

“open” he mumbles

you instantaneously obey even though matt was the number 1 person on the list of people you hated, you always caught yourself following his instructions

he grips your jaw, forcing your mouth to open slightly, taking the opportunity– he spits into your mouth

“swallow it like the slutty bitch you are ”

you feel yourself pool after those words leave his lips

matt decided to play it safe by moving down to your neck leaving small kisses

you don’t trust yourself to urge him to go quicker but matt gets the memo when a groan of frustration leave your mouth —he reaches inside your pants running a finger between your folds

“ interesting, you sure get wet so fast for the person you hate ”

“can we move this to the bed cause i do not have a problem getting dick from someone else ”

his hands clutch the flimsy tank top you have on and pulls it over to your head, lifting you up with ease

he walks over to his neatly made and tosses you to the bed smiling maliciously as he watches you bounce on his bed, his eyes dilating more as he watches your chest bounce

he moves onto your sweatpants tossing it somewhere across the room putting his undivided attention onto your underwear, he takes it off slowly knowing it would get under your skin.

Getting frustrated you start to groan, and in a split second he shoves your panties into your mouth

giving you a deadpan look, “ since you have a hard time keeping quiet “ he says

before further protesting, he shoves two fingers into you instantly groaning at how wet you are for him

he liked that, the idea that no one else could satisfy you, he thinks that he’d rather have you hate him knowing you’d always end up in his bed late at night and not in the comfort of another man.

His lips envelop your clit, and your head falls back involuntarily. He sucks it, and you’re greatful that the black lace in your mouth kept you from letting out the loudest moan of your life.

mixtures of whimpers, leave your mouth as your eyes start to tear up with how overwhelming it all is, “my cry baby, he whispers

you start tossing and moving around due to how stimulated you are.

matt holds you down as he circles his tongue around your clit sucking hard but pumping his fingers in and out of you roughly just how you like it. seconds later you feel yourself squirting but he doesn’t hault , you reach out to grab his arm but he stops you mid way

“i’m not done with you yet” he whispers

he takes off his sweatpants, pulling the panties out of your mouth.

he flips you over on all fours and you find yourself face to face with the mirror against his wall

you feel his tip against your folds and you find yourself unconsciously backing up towards him. he instantly slides into you filling you up, you feel your eyes shut racked with pleasure –when matt grabs your jaw.

“ no i need you to look at yourself for me yeah?, look away and i’ll stop.”

you immediately make eye contact with him and that’s when he smiles “you’re always such a good girl for me, taking me so well ”

he picks up the pace of his thrusts, fighting himself to not cum cause you felt so intoxicating — he would never admit that to you he was terrified with the thought of you pushing him away if he ever admitted that he felt anything else but hate towards you

he would rather argue with you all day than loose you. he didn’t like the thought of you with anyone else but him– sure it was selfish but he didn’t care he loved that you were always ready for him down the hallway every time you were over.

you gasp as you feel him pull you to his chest feeling him sink deeper, he wraps his arms around your torso forcing you to take every inch he gave you

in that moment you’re his, you don’t care about the insults you throw at each other, it’s almost like everything he did was perfect?

“im so close please don’t stop “ you whimper

“ i know baby” “ you wanna come for me ?” he says looking at you through the mirror hitting ever perfect spot, giving you tender kisses on along the nape of your neck

you lost the ability to form a sentence as he thrusts gets rougher all of a sudden remembering how you teased him about getting involved with another man

“answer me “

“yes please “ you say not caring how stupid you sound or the fact that he’d use this against you in the mere future

“ you still feel like getting dick from someone else?”

“no” you reply instantly

“no one can ever make you feel like thid , can they pretty?”

“no i swear please i can’t-”

“can’t what ? “ he mocks you

“you can’t take it ?”

“ i think you can ”he encouraged

“take it for me baby”

you continue to meet his hard thrusts working yourself even though all you want to do is come around the man you hate the most

“ atta girl, look at yourself, so pretty taking every inch of me”

he reaches down your folds, circling your senstive clit pushing you further towards the climax, you feel yourself coming he presses his hands against your mouth muffling your screams

whispering sweet nothings into your ear

“that’s it , let it all out for me baby

he begins to groan as he feels himself reaching his climax, not trusting himself either he grabs your neck giving you a harsh kiss. as he releases himself inside you

you collapse against him as pleasure consumes the both of you

he runs his finger against the knots of you hair

“you okay “ he whispers

nodding your head as you couldn’t mutter a single sentence.

he smiles at you, gently wiping the fallen tears from your eyes, he looks down at the both of you connected,

his eyes trained at his dick swallowed by your tight folds, cautiously pulling out — refusing to give you a break you feel his fingers at the entrance of your swollen cunt, not letting his cum slip out. you open your mouth to gasp but you are met with a gentle kiss.

he moves to grabs his boxers putting them on you feeling a sinking weight of disappointment in your chest.

you start to look for your materials he trashed around his room thinking that it was time for you to leave when hault your actions when he speaks suddenly “what are you doing ?”

“leaving ” you reply monotonously

“ sit down, i’m running you a bath ”

this was an unusual for you, you were used to men giving you the cold shoulder after a round of intimacy

you try your best to ignore the weird feeling that bubbles in your chest— secretly enjoying his civility towards you, knowing that the next day everything would go back to the way things always were — leaving a bitter taste of unresolved emotions in the air.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

@mattsd0ll @loveesiren @christinarowie332 @daddyslilchickenfingers2 @mangosrar @kenzieiskoolaid @lucvly @recklesssturniolo

[rottingworship]

Beg and Bargain

The Proxies x Fem!Reader | Chapter Two

Chapter One

Summary: Tim takes you to your apartment for some essentials, you begin to spill your guts on how you ended up in this situation. Your priorities still aren't straight.

A/N: I'm gnawing at the bars of my enclosure (real). Also, while I personally (currently) don't write super, duper dark stuff... This will definitely still be toxic. just a warning.

Warnings: murder, name calling (bitch, cunt), gun violence, your best friend and ex have names, you are the cause of a murder, your ex tried to murder you, no use of y/n, not beta'd, flashbacks (please let me know if i forgot something!)

Word Count: 2.9k (o.o)

You are sitting in a car, bloody, dirty, and shoeless. You are staring dead ahead with a look of fear on your face. You fiddle with the hem of your bloodied sweater and deeply inhale. Your stomach is feeling sick again, and you can’t tell if it’s from lack of food or the fact that Brian and Toby thought it would be best to blindfold you to get you out of the woods.

“Can’t have you knowing where you are, at least for now.” Brian told you.

You sat in the car, breathing heavily from anxiety. Not being able to see kind of makes you powerless. You had waited patiently for Tim to tell you to take the blindfold off.

“You can take that off now,” Tim had said, smirking, you could hear it.

Now, you are just sitting. “I don’t know why they blindfolded me,” You cross your arms. “Not like I could find that place again even if my life depended on it.” Let’s hope it doesn’t. You want to cry again. The feeling hits you out of nowhere. You refrain from it.

“Are we close?” Tim asks. You can’t tell if he’s trying to get your mind off of everything or get his mind off of something.

“Oh, yeah,” You snort, feeling silly. “Take a right up here. Then you’ll see an apartment complex.” Tim follows your instructions, and you see it. “Yeah, that one right there. I don’t think there are any others, so it’s kinda obvious…” You trail off. He pulls up and you give him the code to get in.

“This place is nice…” Tim takes the place in.

“Yeah,” You look at the parking lot, “especially for this little town, huh?” You are on edge. You are looking for someone’s car, Tim seems to be able to clock that from a mile away.

“Who are you looking for?” He suddenly sounds stern.

You give him an awkward, nervous smile. “I don’t live alone…” His jaw clenches. “She’s not here though! She works first shifts, and I don’t see her car.” You reassure him. Tim nods, parking the car. You realize you have to walk across the pavement to the apartments. You sigh. “Can you, like, drop me off at the door?”

“No.” Tim shakes his head. “I can carry you?” He offers.

You shake your head. You suck in air, sighing. “I’ll just walk and get sick.” Tim does not respond. He doesn’t find it amusing it would seem. You get out of the car and the cold concrete can be felt through the bandages on your feet. You want to hurry towards the building but know you can’t. Your feet and legs burn already. Maybe you should have taken Tim up on that offer…

No one seems to be in the lobby when you walk in. Tim seems on edge. You walk towards the elevator and Tim stops in his tracks. You turn to him. “No, we are not taking the stairs. I’m hurt and I live on the fourth floor.” Tim doesn't want to argue. Maybe he feels bad for you, maybe he just doesn’t want to cause a scene. You can’t tell. You both enter the elevator and lean back against the railing. You look up at the mirror on the ceiling and realize just how fucked up you look. You see a leaf in your hair. You pull it out.

Tim groans, “Sorry, Toby said he got all of those out. I told him I’d do it, but he insisted on being the one to pull all the twigs and leaves out of your hair.”

“How sweet.” You deadpan.

The elevator stops and the both of you make your way out. You lead Tim down the hallway and to your apartment. “Fuck.”

“What?”

“I don’t have my key.”

Tim looks uneasy.  You try to think of a way to get in and the door swings open. You let out a short scream and jump into Tim. He grunts and steadies you.

“What are you doing at home? And… You’re with a man?”

“Val!” You whisper, “you’re supposed to be at work!” You speak through gritted teeth.

Val’s eyes look over you and they widen. You tense. Tim’s hand goes to the small of your back immediately. She wants to pull you into the apartment, her hand twitches. You see her gears turning. You suck in air through your nose, jaw clenched.

“Can we come in?” You ask.

As you say ‘we’ Val’s eyes move to Tim. She is frozen. After a short moment of awkward silence, Val moves to the side. You rush in, Tim hot on your trail. Val closes the door and places her back to it.

“Can I-”

“No,” you respond before she can say anything. “I’m just here to collect some things. I’m still on vacation.” You reassure her.

“You packed before you left.” She states it, her eyes not leaving Tim. She can see how bloody you are, and how clean Tim is. She is obviously connecting dots that something is wrong, and completely off.

“I know love,” Your voice suddenly changes, Tim notices it. “Do not worry about me.” Val nods, her eyes glazing over. “I’m just here to grab some shoes and some essentials. I promise, everything is okay,” You lie.

“Everything is okay…” She responds. Her voice is monotone. She turns and goes to her room.

You turn away from Tim and walk towards your room. You grab a duffle bag, the only bag you hadn’t taken on vacation, and begin to fill it. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes. You quickly wipe your eyes and try to sniffle quietly.

“Are you crying?” Tim asks softly, but still completely on edge.

“No.” You snap. You walk to your bathroom, Tim close behind you still. “Can you get off my ass?” You mumble. Tim shakes his head, you see it from the corner of your eye. You turn around and narrow your eyes. You cross your arms and look at him. “I promised Val I’d never fucking do that to her!” Your voice is dangerously low. “And I just- I just did…” You break.

“Are you-” Tim starts. He doesn’t finish. He knows whatever he’s about to say is going to set you off a little more.

“I’m fucking terrified…” You are crying; trying to keep from sobbing. “I don’t know what’s going on, what’s going to happen-” You stop yourself. You wipe your face again and let out a guttural groan. You turn from Tim and grab some of the things around the bathroom. You throw face wash, a toothbrush, deodorant, body wash, tampons, and some hair care into your bag. You aren’t sure how long you’ll be gone. You are preparing for the worst.

You go back to your bed and sit down. You look at the different shoes and grab the most comfortable pair of sneakers and then a pair of socks. You look down at your feet. You examine the somewhat bloody and definitely dirty bandages.

“They need to be redone.” Tim clocks his tongue. “The bandages.”

No shit. You refrain from saying something stupid. “I’ll just- We can redo these later. I need to get the fuck outta here.” You slide an old pair of Crocs on and shove the shoes and socks in your bag. In all, you had grabbed a couple outfits, some essentials (that probably shouldn’t have been priority), and most importantly, shoes. You throw the bag over your shoulder and walk by Tim and out of your room.

“I’m leaving!” You shout to Val. “I love you!”

“I love you!” She replies, a little more joyous than how she sounded earlier. But she still doesn't sound… Normal.

You walk back towards the elevator. You and Tim step in and you notice him staring at you. You give him a funny look. “You didn't change your clothes. Didn't you wanna do that?” He furrows his brows.

“After I shower. I need to scrub this dirt and blood off of me.” Tim stares at you harder as you smash the ground floor button. “What?”

“You don't wanna shower at your apartment?”

“Didn't know that was an option… I was just hoping that ‘Toby’s place’ has hot water.” Your use of air quotes makes Tim laugh. You aren't sure if that’s reassuring or not. You let it go.

“It does. Probably not for long. But it does.” 

You nod. You make your way back out to the parking lot and into the car. You throw your bag in the back seat and sit back up front. You look down at the blindfold and back at Tim. “Do I need to–”

“Not yet.” He shifts in his seat. You nod and bite the inside of your lip. “Your roommate… she knows about your–”

“Yes.” You cut him off. “She knows about my ability.” Duh. “She thinks I’d never use it on her…”

“You never have?” He asks, his voice genuine and curious.

“No!” You shake your head. “Not until just a bit ago! I had never really, um– I never used it for anything bad until last night.”

Tim's grip on the steering tightens. “What do you mean ‘bad’.”

“Well, I really just did little things. Mostly when I would drink… I haven't drank in a while though. But last night– I wasn't drinking, I was minding my own business and I– I did what I had to do! I did the only thing I could do!”

“What did you do?” You know he's trying to get information, really. What else would he be doing? But you're emotional and about to bust from keeping everything to yourself.

“He had a gun! He was gonna shoot me!” You are panicking, recounting it. You are remembering too well.

_-_-_-_-_

You were in the middle of the woods. Your eyes were wide and full of fear.

“Do not think about it, bitch!”

“Please, John!” You begged. “I'm not– I won't tell anyone. I'll do anything– please…”

“Anything?” He questioned you. You nodded. “Aw,” he feigns sadness, “now you wanna be a slut? Too bad. Should’a thought about that when we were together.”

You stared in horror. “John. You have a great life! You are literally doing what you've always wanted! Being private investigator–”

“Do not use that magic on me, witch bitch!”

“What are you– What do you mean?” You were shocked to your core.

“I heard about what you can do. I had to come back to see for myself. Y'know, it makes sense. The free drinks at the bar? Thought it was just ‘cause of the way you dressed. But thinking about it, you definitely had those bartenders in a fucking trance, huh?” You were stunned. “Also, the fact you made me leave you alone when you didn't wanna–”

That struck a chord. “I never used that on you!”

John's eyes darkened and his smile widened. That was all the evidence he needed. You wanted to kick yourself. His hand moved to the gun on his hip and you let out a shout before he was on top of you covering your mouth. The both of you tussled briefly, but you ended up on the floor. The gun was pressed to your temple. You began to cry. Hard.

“Oh, shut up cunt.” He growled out. “I should make you suffer. For all the things you've done… I'm nice though, I promise this will be quick.”

You began to panic. His hand moved from your mouth and he steadied himself over you. You used that to your advantage.

“Get off of me.” Your voice did not break. Your eyes locked with his. His eyes glazed over and he moved off of you.

“No!”

You furrowed your brows at John. Most people did not break away that fast. He pointed the gun at you again.

“Stop. Put the gun down.” He listened. “I do not want to hurt you. Please leave and just forget about this.” You plead with him. “I'm not using my ‘magic’, just leave.”

John screamed, frustrated and infuriated. “Are you mocking me!?” The gun is pointed back at you again.

Fuck, I'm gonna have to– “Put the gun to your head.” You knew you couldn't look away. Not if you wanted it to work.

“Stop!” He was beginning to beg. “You will regret this!”

“Then leave!” You shouted.

“I can't let you go!” He was forceful.

You still had a grip on him. The gun was still against his temple. “Put your finger on the trigger.” Tears brimmed your eyes. What the fuck am I doing? You felt incredibly sick and confused. You did not want to die, but you also did not want to kill him.

“Please! I’ll leave!” His voice broke.

You held back a sob. You knew that wasn’t true. He was lying. He was going to kill you.

“Pull the trigger.”

As soon as his finger pulled it, you looked away, a strangled scream escaping you. You hit the ground and let out a loud wail. You had just been the cause of death to someone you once loved.

_-_-_-_-_

You bring yourself back to reality, “He was gonna kill me!” You can’t breathe. You’re gripping your chest and gasping. Tim’s hands are tight on the steering wheel. “I didn’t have a choice! He knew, and if I didn’t-”

“How many people know?” Tim seems concerned.

“Only Val! I thought… but she wouldn’t tell anyone. Especially John. He was always-” You cut yourself off and make some hand motions. “Kinda off. She knew that! But he still knew… Said I was gonna regret it if I killed him…”

“Sorry,” Tim cuts you off. “Gotta blindfold you now.” He pulls over on the side of the road, seemingly feeling some type of why about your outburst of sadness. You can’t pick up on it. You nod and he grabs the blindfold, asking you to turn for him. You oblige. You seem to always oblige. “Why were you in the woods? When Toby found you?”

“Oh,” You huff, “just blindfold me and act like nothing is weird about that…” You decide to continue anyway. “John took me out there. Said something about, I don’t know, showing me something? He was too strong to even fight against anyway. And I kinda knew I could get away if needed… Didn’t expect that though.”

There is silence. Tim doesn’t seem to have any more questions. You breathe in steadily, trying to ignore the fact you are blindfolded in a car with a man you still really do not know. Realizations are hitting left and right, and there is nothing you can do. Not at the moment.

The car begins to slow down and comes to a halt. You sit there. Tim unbuckles, you hear it. You wait for instruction on what to do next. Tim picks up on that.

“Hold on,” he says, opening his door, “I’ll help you out. I’m gonna grab your bag.” His door closes and the door behind you opens. You hear rustling and the door shuts. Your door opens and a hand grabs your bicep, and you are pulled from the car. You duck down, and a hand touches your head, keeping you from bonking it on the car.

Tim steadies you and begins to walk forwards, leading you towards what you hope is the cabin. You really hope he brought you back to the cabin. When you hear leaves crunching ahead of you, you only grow more tense.

“Wh-what are you wearing!?” Toby is ahead of you, seeming to be dying of laughter.

You gasp. “Toby! I’m wearing my crocs!”

“And your bl-bloody clothes!” He laughs harder.

You just cannot win. You move to take your blindfold off and freeze. Your fingers are holding the tied part, and your breathing is slow.

“You can take it off.” Brian speaks up. You listen. You take it off fast and you’re ready to run for Toby, again. “I wouldn’t.” Brian warns, “You remember what happened this morning.”

He has a point. You hate it, but he has a point… You look over at Tim. “Thanks for carrying that. I’m gonna head inside and shower.” You grab the bag and smile as you thank him. “You have hot water?” You look at Toby. When he shrugs, you let out a guttural groan.

“J-just fucking with y-you. I do, b-but the hot wa-water heater isn’t th-that great.”

You want to swing on him. You do not. You nod and trudge inside. You know Tim is going to tell them everything that happened. You do not care. You just want to shower. You get into the bathroom and place your bag down. You pull out your new clothes and place them on the sink and look at the shower.

You do not know how this one works…

You let out a little cry and walk back out of the bathroom and onto the front porch. “Hey!” You shout at the three of them. “I need help!”

“Showering?” They all say in unison.

“No!” You stomp your foot, “I need help starting it…” You feel stupid.

“Oh,” Toby walks up to the porch and right past you, towards the bathroom. He easily starts it and leaves. He says nothing else. You want to die. You close and lock the door.

“This is going to suck…” You begin to unwrap your feet. You don’t even know what sucks more. Your situation or the way your feet are going to burn in that water.

When you get in, you decide in the moment, it’s definitely your feet.

[sturnlova]

Clingy

( Sub Chris Sturniolo x Female reader )

( Warning : Smut, time skips, kinda new to writing, not proof read all the way, pet names, i might stop putting warnings i never know what to do 😭 )

Chris : Orange

Y/N : Pink

Matt : Blue

Nick : Purple

( Word count : 1k )

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Chris had been super clingy to his brothers and me.

Chris had been incredibly annoying to Nick and Matt, often following them about like a shadow, talking to them, holding hands, resting his head on their shoulders, and doing pretty much anything to be close to them.

He had also been extremely fussy toward me, constantly toying with my fingers, caressing the corner of my lips, whispering to me, and giving me tight hugs as though I would soon pass away.

I wasn't bothered by it at all, but I was curious as to why he suddenly become such a submissive person.

-

On a Thursday night at 9:30 p.m., the triplets were supposed to be home by now because they were filming, but they stayed at home instead because Chris insisted on filming with me, claiming he wouldn't be able to handle even a minute of being without me.

Nick, Matt, and I looked at Chris strangely, wondering why he was so clingy in front of his brothers.

He was known to get clingy, but his brothers had never seen him act this clingy , especially in front of him.

"What the fuck is your problem, you can hang out with Y/N after we film."

"Chris, stop acting like a baby. Why are you acting this way?"

"Okay guys, get off his dick."

I whispered in Chris’ ear to go film and then we can have a talk about what’s going on.

Chris nodded and walked behind his older brothers to go film a youtube video for his loyal fan base.

-

After recording for more than an hour, Chris and his siblings had finally arrived home at 11:17 p.m.

"Chris I'm going to go edit, and Y/N Chris is acting like a jerk. He spoke about you almost every time he opened his mouth, and when he didn’t it was always criticism.”

“Come on, baby, let's go to the room to talk”

"All right."

With my hand clasped around his, Chris muttered something under his breath as we made our way to his room.

"Chris, what's wrong? Why are you acting so needy?" I didn't want to come off as mean to Chris so i spoke very softly.

Chris simply shrugged his shoulders and pulled at the bed sheets, sighing with humiliation.

“I don’t know if just feel like i wanna be told what to do and be told to cum a-and i don’t know.”

it all started to make sense why he was acting like this, he just wanted to get fucked like a submissive bitch.

I looked at Chris because usually Chris has been dom, i didn’t mind being sub if anything i would love to tell Chris when to cum or what to do more often.

-

There were black Calvin Klein boxers, white shirt, and grey sweatpants strewn all over the place.

My nose struck Chris's pelvis and I gagged as my mouth was on his dick, moving up and down to make sure I got everything in my mouth.

"MM fuck mummy, it feels so good, please let me cum in your mouth, it feels so good."

"Go ahead, angel."

He then completed that. I felt his thick, white ropes slide down my throat, and I opened my mouth to tell him I had swallowed everything.

"Im sorry for being annoying to you; thank you for helping me ma.”

"You haven't been annoying, but I'm not finished. You said that you want commands, so I will give you that. I’m gonna ride you okay?"

“Okay”

Before long, all of my clothes were on the ground, and I was riding Chris while positioned on top of him and gripping the head of the bed with my hands.

"Open"

Chris gave me a strange look but followed my instructions. I inserted two fingers and told him to suck, and he did.

With a loud plop, I removed my fingers from his lips and placed them on my clit, applying just enough pressure to push me over the brink.

"I can feel you twitching, fuck Chris. Are you going to cum with me, dirty slut? Irritating me and your brothers with your neediness, all for the sake of getting fucked like the filthy whore you are? You're going to come soon, but you won't come until I tell you to, okay?"

"Yes ma, i won’t cum until you tell me to i promise.”

Chris was sobbing a little bit because he had already came earlier and was now in severe need to cum again as soon as possible.

With my fluids streaming out of me onto Chris's tummy, I finished over him with my fingers moving more quickly over my clit.

"You can cum now pretty boy, Cum Chris."

I overstimulated myself by bouncing on him in order for him to finish.

As we experienced our climax, Chris let out an incredibly loud groan, "Ughh fuck MUMMY FEE- FEels sOO GOOD NGHH F-F-FUCK."

I asked him whether it was too much after giving him a full face-kiss.

“ i’m okay but seriously i am sorry for being annoying”

“ It’s okay baby do you wanna take a shower or just lay?”

“I’m tired can we just lay for a bit i don’t wanna move”

I nodded and laid there with him still in me to drift off to a deep slumber

-

After a long night, Chris and I showered and dressed before heading downstairs.

I said, "Good morning, guys" speaking for Chris and myself as he was still drowsy.

"Mummy, you guys had a great time last night?"

"What the fuck matt, unless you want to be kicked in the balls, don't call me mummy?"

"Don't fucking call her that Matt, or I'll kill you."

"I apologise Jesus, but did you enjoy calling Y/N mommy last night, Chris? You probably woke up everyone in the neighbourhood.”

"Fuck off"

I heard footsteps approaching the kitchen.

"Good morning, guys. Last night, I had the strangest dream. I dreamed that Chris was a little kid calling out for his mummy because he was hurt."

Everyone laughed except for Nick.

"Guys, what really is so funny?"

"Nothing, be at peace."

Chris and I watch iclary together on the couch to begin our day.

[bambisbraingoespop]

The Diary of Bambi

Introduction:

When I first met Master, I was skeptical that hypnosis could even be real. It certainly wasn't something I'd be able to fall into. My mind was too strong. My focus too messy. I mean, damn, even meditation didn't work too well for me.

No way hypnosis would!

Yet... in the space of a few months, I have transformed from a submissive cynic to devoted, brainwashed Bambi.

And all it took was the skilled, patient hands of a man who I'm grateful and privileged to serve every day. A Master who has proven my *strong mind* was nothing when met with his will, instruction, and control.

My thoughts after listening to Bambi training files:

Day Three

I felt very relaxed in the beginning. I wasn't expecting I'd enjoy listening at first. But by day three, I was falling even faster than the first time.

I enjoyed the little prompts that told me resistance only meant more obedience. They turned me on so much. I was dripping wet for hours afterwards. And during, I wanted to squirm, to reach for my clit to edge. But I felt I couldn't move, just blank and limp like a doll – and all I started thinking about is Master's cock.

In the days following, the suggestions immediately made me want to get dolled up and sexy for my Master. To buy more pretty heels. It made me want to please him by gaining him envious stares from others. Becoming the type of woman people look at and feel jealous that I'm all his – on his arm. It made me want to send more slutty nudes just for his attention and approval.

Being so perfect with my hair and makeup became more and more addictive. But even perfect wasn't enough. I needed to know I was fuckable by my Master. I needed his sexual approval that I'm dolled up just right.

No resistance; only obedience.

I like that everything but being a sexy bimbo is stressful. Bambi wouldn't be caught dead thinking or caring about being intelligent or studying. My degree and career are meaningless to Bambi.

No room for pressure or hurt. Only makeup, heels, tight dresses. Obedience.

My thoughts have started to become consumed with the thought of obedience.

A bonus, surprise side effect:

The files made me want to fix my posture. I feel like it's a typical natural-big-boobs thing to forget to push your shoulders back most of the time. And I've always felt slightly insecure about their size...

But suddenly I wanted my back straight and my tits on display. No more hiding them. Any previous self-consciousness melted away. I wanted to work harder to stand with my tits out, showing off a pretty fuckdoll posture for Master.

Dislikes?

I think the only part I didn't totally love was the attitude of being selfish/vain/rebellious. I struggled to accept those personality suggestions. Because I like putting Master first, not myself.

But I think I get that the personality can be more just vain and selfish in subtle ways and not a total bitch.

Like if Master was telling me we needed to leave by X time. But Bambi would just pout and tell him she needed another hour to make sure her makeup was perfect.

Day Four:

Read it here.

[pomefioredove]

🙂‍↕️not really coherent reply sorry

vil is one of the only characters in game that treats yuu with respect, and as an equal.

EXACTLYLY. honestly it never ever sits right with me whenever yuu BREAKS THEIR BACK trying to help others (especially because barely anyone is doing barely anything to help them. LET THIS BITCH GO HOME!!!!) for them to just? barely acknowledge it? casually brush it off? the scene in book 3 where the tweels r like wanna help out? you can switch with these guys and ace is like YES double all of my current suffering and pass it onto them /ref all of the students complaining about losing their signature spells when yuu has NO magic at all to protect themselves with.. let’s be serious please. maybe im being a little dramatic! but thats literally my favorite character you are talking about get their name out of your mouth.

vil is literally the only other character who plays a similar role in the story.

... cause chars like trey and lilia are almost there, but distinctly different in their roles, while vil is THE mother.

THIS!! !! !!! !!!!! lillia is more of the father trope and trey is more of a big brother i’d say. they aren’t nurturing in the same way vil is. maybe it’s the ‘nagging’ slash instructing aspect of how vil interacts with people. i don’t even know how to put it into words but ur right vil is so mom. like. i dont know.. it’s probably his relationship with epel (and even the other first years?) that makes me associate him with being motherly but he’s just so. nurturing. so many moms in the media that i’ve (recently) consumed were teaching their daughters to be quiet and respectful as to not get punished/essentially outcasted socially. of course that’s not really what vil is doing with epel but. ugh. read my mind!!! ull understand then trust. the ONLY other character that sorta makes me feel the same way is jamil. illove him so dearly but i know. little to nothing major about his character aside from his relationship with kalim. yuu and grim. vil and epel. jamil and kalim. they should start a we dont get paid (enough) for this bullshit club

honestly i dont even want to project myself onto yuu i wanna be a helpful roomate or somthinf. wtf 😭 my hungry aggressive ass could NOT be yuu /ref..

rhats all i can put into words rigth now . evene though i got sidetracked a lot.. !! bht th part abojt yuu being motherly ! ialso wanted to reply to. wowww thats a lot of typos sorry my eyesight is a tad blurry 😭

AHHGGGGG ANON

"double all of my current suffering and pass it onto them" LMAOOOO 😭😭😭

I am such a yuu defender idc. LEAVE THEM ALONE!!!! it's why rollo is still such a fave of mine, he's like one of the only sane people. looks at yuu and is like jesus christ are you fucking okay.

and yes literally vil is just. I think the big difference is that he actually kinda likes being in charge? more so than yuu. he's a natural leader while they were literally manipulated and blackmailed into their position (I WILL SAY THAT I do think vil feels pressured to be a leader because of how he was outcasted/made out to seem mean and scary by his peers so he just kinda Filled That Role... but also I definitely do not see him as someone who'd enjoy following rather than leading. his own character VERY MUCH parallels yuu's in so many ways)

jamil is definitely different tho. he was also forced into his position as a caretaker but he doesn't have a parental vibe to him. tbh I couldn't tell u what it is but he's got his own thing going on (and he DOES parallel yuu in a way, I wish he was closer to them because there's potential but he's really Not)

BUT YEAH I get you. I feel like this is a weird thing to say but yuu feels like their own character to me 😭 like I have my own yuusona but yuu themselves is a little guy to me

[youlikefanficdontyousquidward]

As always this is just an idea from me to you <3 Today I went out to do some adult things so to speak, pay house bills and stuff, the point is that when I was coming home SOME GUY I DIDN'T KNOW WHISTLED AT ME AND I'M SO ANGRY FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO DO SOMETHING.

So the thought that occurred to me was: y/n tells Lyle/Miles about these types of situations and Lyle/Miles does something about it against this guy. I'm sure I'm not the only one who would like to see these kinds of people get beat up.👹👹

Again so sorry that happened, been in situations like that myself and its just awful. Lets imagine him getting his ass kicked by 2 big blue boys!

warnings: cannon typical violence, harassment, groping, swearing

Lyle x Human!Partner

Lyle was everything you'd ever wanted in a boyfriend. He was funny, handsome and he just made you feel so appreciated. His hugs were the best cure for a rough day at work and that's just what you were on your way for.

For some god damn reason all the files you had to send just wouldn't work digitally. So instead you'd spent the better part of the day running paper files back and forth the base. Your feet ached and your mind was spent. You could think of nothing better than being enveloped in your lovers huge warm frame.

It was then a sharp whistle startled you, causing the coffee in your cups to slosh out onto your skin. You hissed at the scolding contact, rushing to the windows to set the cups down.

"Sorry sweet-cheeks! Coffee looks to be as hot as you." A man shouted to you from across the hall. You ignored his remark shaking the liquid from your fingers. You glanced back to see him, tall, broad and coming right towards you.

In a sudden panic you grabbed your cups, pacing quickly ahead as you heard him shout.

"Hey wait! Sorry sugar, let me see." He hollered, footsteps pounding after you. You quickened your pace, the thundering of your heart quickening in your ears. When had the halls gotten so dim and where was anyone. Alone you felt your ears ring, anxiety fizzing.

You knew him. Well you didn't know his name but you'd seen him around plenty. The creep just couldn't shut his filthy mouth. Always commenting on your clothing or just whistling. A few times he'd tried to get to you but you'd always been around others or able to dart out of sight. Right now there was no escape and he was getting closer.

"Stop you bitch! Someone's talking to you." He roared, his voice so much closer behind you. In a second his hand wrapped around your bicep with bruising force. He wrenched you to face him, the coffee cups clattering to the tile as he continued to scream at you.

You wished you'd have let Lyle come get you. He'd been more than happy to come escort you ever since he'd heard about this asshole. He was itching to show this punk who he was messing with, teach him some manners. You'd just felt guilty asking him to go out of his way after a long mission. You'd wanted to surprise him with hot drinks and cuddles.

"Dumb fucking cunt, can't follow a stupid instruction..." He trailed off. Through tears you saw his blanched face, features slack as his eyes followed up several feet above your head.

"Suggest you start apologizing now." You heard behind you, the voice of your boyfriend cutting through your thundering heart and the pain in your hands and arm. The man's grip released immediately and his hand shot back to his side as he continued staring up to Lyle. You felt his own fingers resting gently on your shoulder, a reassuring weight that squashed all fear.

"Look I'm sorry man, I didn't know she..." He babbled. In a flash he was sent sprawling to the floor, hand rushing to cover his broken nose. Blood trickled through his fingers as he whimpered.

"To them!" He growled, baring his fangs as he straightened back up after his punch. His knuckles were white as he clenched his fist, ready to strike again.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please I won't do it again, not to anyone I promise!" He scrambled back, eyes darting between yours and Lyle's. You nodded and with a flick of Lyle's chin the man scrambled to his feet, scurrying off down the hall.

"Aww baby let me see." Lyle cooed, his voice softening. Lyle's cool fingers brought your reddening hands up. You met his eyes, the twist of rage swept away by his concern. His thumb swept a tear from your cheek before he pecked it.

Despite yourself you giggled, allowing him to scoop you up.

"Come on let get you seen to." He grinned. The same hand that struck out now gently resting under your knees.

Recom!Quaritch x Recom!Reader

There was no hiding anymore. No scurrying by unnoticed or blending in. You were over 7ft of blue recom now. Despite the strength and endurance your new body gave you, you still felt vulnerable. For all the power you had physically at your finger tips you felt helpless in this situation.

For a couple weeks now they'd been following you. At first you hadn't been sure. They'd been there in the canteen when you ate, or in the gym at the same time. Then you'd seen them more in the halls, always just heading the same way until one day you darted into an office. You watched the small group fan out, heading down different paths in search.

Your stomach dropped that moment. You couldn't justify it in your mind anymore, they were stalking you. It was after that they started to get bolder.

You supposed all pretense was over, they figured they'd been caught and were pushing your boundaries. They'd whistle together as you passed, laughing when your ears pinned back. Then came the comments, sexual innuendos or remarks about your new body.

What could you really do? If you got mad, retaliated they'd go crying off to the General or worse your Colonel. Who'd they really believe anyway and it's not like HR would side with you. They'd make something up, twist it to be your fault. Claim innocent as they cowered from your fangs. So you stewed in your discomfort for weeks.

You'd just joined your team at lunch when you felt a shiver run up your spine. You didn't even have to turn to know they'd come into the cafeteria. Still you couldn't help the way your tail thrashed or your ears pinning back.

Miles noticed, his eyes flicking up mid bite, eyebrow cocked. You couldn't meet his gaze, cheeks burning. You just prayed they'd leave you alone, that they wouldn't shame you in front of your team.

"Oh hey Y/n!" You heard the man call, his voice sing song as he grabbed your tail. You shrieked, the violating contact was a new low for him.

"Aw kitty don't be like that, just wanna play." He crooned, hand smearing down your tail before he slung it over your shoulder. You wanted desperately to shove him away, to hiss and claw but he couldn't have picked a worse time. No way you could act out like that right in front of Quaritch.

"Good kitty" he purred, stinking breath fanning out against your cheek. His other hand crept up making contact with your chest before groping your breast.

Your eyes flicked to meet Miles in a panic, a desperate plea. His jaw was tense, teeth grinding and something manic in his bulging eyes. In a second he had the man half pulled across the table by his collar, hissing wildly in his face.

You were stunned, frozen in place whilst Quaritch proceeded to throw the man to the ground. He screamed, scuttling back before Miles foot slammed down onto his chest. He let out a pathetic wheeze, finger nails clawing at a boot the size of his torso.

"Fuck that's the Colonel." You heard shrieked, turning just in time to watch the man's friends abandon him. He heard it however, hand stilling as he stared up in terror.

"Tch, should have your tongue for that, maybe a few less digits if you don't know to keep 'em to yourself." Quaritch growled down, a manic grin spreading across his lips.

"Colonel!" A firm voice sounded. Another choked breath left the man as Miles leaned more weight down his leg before he lifted his boot. The man scrambled back and to his feet, though his legs shook so hard it made him stumble.

Quaritch's face fell before turning calmly to General Ardmore and offering her a salute. The table followed suit, your own body reacting on muscle memory as your mind still reeled.

Ardmore gestured Quaritch to follow before sauntering off. He turned back to the man, his tail thrashing behind him and the wicked grin returning.

"Happy huntin'" Quaritch drawled in a low register to the man. Quaritch moved to your side, a tight smile on his lips. He gave your shoulder a quick squeeze before following after Ardmore.

The man went to leave but Fike leaned suddenly towards him. He squeaked stumbling into a run out the doors. Around you your team broke into laughs. You knew you'd have a lot to explain later but for now you just felt safe at last.

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Can you do an Alphabet with Billy Washington? I know he’s minor but I would looove to read one for him. 😁

I managed one for Aemond and we only got him for 11 minutes. Three episodes feels like a lifetime by comparison lol Lemme see what I can do!

Billy Washington NSFW Alphabet

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

His partner will be the one dishing out the aftercare, as Billy's likely to get a bit teary eyed afterwards. Will need to be held close and told how good he's made them feel.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Sadly, Billy boy doesn't really like anything about himself. Though if his partner is shorter than him, he'll enjoy the height difference and enveloping them in his arms.

Loves every part of his partner. Full on body worshipping, he simply cannot believe that they're his.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

He likes to finish inside - with or without a condom, depending on the birth control situation.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Looked at his partner's holiday photos before they were together and cranked it to all of their bikini shots.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Billy's a novice. He's had drunken one night stands, but never been with a partner long enough to learn what they like. He'll need to be taught.

F= Favorite position

Cowgirl. Secretly likes it when his partner takes control, but also likes grabbing their hips and guiding their movements.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Billy can be a little bit awkward, having a partner that's willing to laugh off the cramps or when he trips trying to get his trousers off will definitely help ease the tension.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

It's a mess down there. You can't really expect much else, he looks like Shaggy from Scooby Doo.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Most of the time it's soft and slow, but if he's been down the pub or feeling angry then he's fast and rough with it.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Any chance he gets. Billy is unemployed and has access to the internet and a local corner shop selling lads' mags. What else can you expect?

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Voyeurism. Loves to watch his partner - watch them get changed, watch them shower, watch the peek of their cleavage down their top or the rise of their g-string over their jeans. He'll think he's died and gone to heaven if they let him watch them get off.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

His bed, his sofa and the back of his car.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Any sort of praise. Being made to feel useful. Feeling bigger/stronger than his partner. Neck kisses. Form fitting clothing.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Not into degradation, either receiving or giving. He likes to love and feel loved.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Will melt into a big puddle if he's on the receiving end. Unsure of what to do when giving it, but will follow instruction and is eager to please.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Goes slow, but doesn't last for long. This will improve with time.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Not opposed to a quickie in the pub toilets or the back of his car.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

As long as it's nothing too outlandish, he'll try anything once.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Will glad do two or three times in a session, none of them are particularly lengthy though.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Terrified at the prospect of having anything used on him and seeing anything of his partner's will make him feel inadequate.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Not a tease himself, but will be a whining mess in no time if he's teased.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Moans like a little bitch.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

His favourite thing to do in the morning is wake his partner up by pressing his hard on against their arse.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

6-6.5 inches. He doesn't disappoint. Ruddy in colour at the tip and on the slimmer side.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Quite high from all the wanking.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Laying in his partner's arms after sex is the only time Billy sleeps well, so he drifts off quite quickly afterwards.

[thetargaryenbride]

Nail To The Coffin - S2 - Chapter 5

Warnings: none

Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!Byers!Reader

Word Count: 3195

↳ "And she ran quickly across the field after the Rabbit. She did not stop to think, and when the Rabbit ran down a large rabbit hole, Alice followed it immediately. After a little way, the rabbit hole suddenly went down, deep into the ground. Alice could not stop herself falling, and down she went too." ↲

A.N: The plot thickens~ As always, please do make me know if I’ve written certain characters OOC and if you think there is something that can be corrected within the story. Thank you for reading. Hope you like it! 🖤 🥀

Masterlist || Chapter 4 || Chapter 6

The car ride had been silent except for the one or two questions you had asked.

Turns out, Hopper had been dealing with some weird cases of poisoned soil back at the farmlands which had resulted in the ruination of this year’s pumpkin crops. He had had no idea how this all came to be at the beginning of the investigation but now he suspected that those vines had something to do with the decay of the crops which is why you were currently traveling to the farms.

“Oh, my God… what’s happened to this place?” you put your hands on your hips as you scooped the region after getting out of the car, noticing the settled rot.

“Jesus, you kids don’t care about anything that’s going on around in the town, do you?” shook his head Hopper and you rolled your eyes good-naturedly.

“It’s not that we don’t care, it’s more like we don’t go out of our way to ask about the local gossip and news.”

“Uh, yeah, that’s kinda proving my point. Now grab a shovel and come help me out.”

You don’t know how long the two of you dug at the pumpkin patch but you pretty much created a whole crater and at one point, as the sun went down, you began to lose hope of ever finding something.

Until you hit something solid.

Something harder than soil.

The two of you struggled to dig through it and thanks to Hopper’s strength and his sharp shoves, you were able to break through the thick vines and create a big enough hole for a person to fit through.

Hopper dropped the shovel and crouched to the opening.

“Stay here, alright? Guard the entrance,” he instructed you before he lowered himself down.

He took out his flashlight and looked around, noticing the numerous amounts of vines and other growing things that were all over the place which looked like a tunnel. He jumped when he heard a noise and whirled around, eyes widening when he saw you coming down.

“What are you doing!? I told you to guard the entrance!” he snapped and you sent him a glare.

“I’m not letting you go alone!” you answered firmly and the two of you had a staring contest before he clicked his tongue and turned his back on you, lighting the road ahead of you once again. It was only then that the two of you noticed the floating particles, making your eyes almost pop out of their sockets and jaws hit the ground.

“Oh, Jesus.”

“You sure you still wanna be all alone in here?”

“Great…just wonderful,” you grumbled as you walked after Hopper, mindful of your feet so you don’t trip on a vine or rock and fall. “As if last time wasn’t enough of an experience, we’re back in the Upside Down again. Or rather the Upside Down is beginning to grow into our world! I don’t fucking know anymore, man.”

“I had a feeling that these sons of bitches were lying to me,” Hopper matched your energy as he pointed his flashlight at anything and everything so you could better inspect the tunnels while moving forward.

A sound echoed all of the sudden, making the two of you jump and look around frantically but there was nothing.

You turned around and walked backward, eyes on the other side of the tunnel, almost back to back with Hopper, until he stopped, making you bump into him and whirl.

“What’s wrong?”

Before you could even properly finish the question, you felt a very familiar sensation of particles invading your nose and mouth as they were being sprayed onto you. Apparently, Hopper was a victim as well because just like you he also coughed and sputtered as he tried to frantically get away from the growing thing on the wall that sprayed the moldy particles.

You hastily took off your jacket and were quick to hold it over your mouth and nose. Thankfully, you hadn’t inhaled much so you were fine except for the slightly blurry vision and nauseating feeling.  

“Hopper, cover your face! Don’t inhale any of those particles or you’ll get sick! Get away from the walls!” you yelled at him but it was too late because another flower bud sprayed particles onto Hopper’s face.

The man staggered as his knees buckled and shortly after he fell on the ground unconscious, hat falling off his head and flashlight rolling away from his grasp.

“Shit!” you cursed as you rushed to him and knelt by his side. “C’mon, man, you can’t do this to me!” you shook his shoulder roughly and tapped his cheek but he wouldn’t budge. If he was at least a little bit conscious you could have forcefully induced gagging so he would throw up and cleanse his organism at least a bit from the toxic particles. But he was unconscious and forcing him to throw up would more likely end up with him choking than anything.

You dug your palm into your temple as you shut your eyes and tried to think of a plan.

“Alright, old man, hang in there. I’ll go get us some help, ok?” you told him even if he couldn’t hear you and stood up, going over to the hole you had made.

Only, there was no hole.

“What in the actual hell?” you muttered as you looked at the ceiling but there was nothing. “It was right here!”

You went further down the tunnel and inspected the whole area thoroughly but alas, there was no exit and your frustration and panic were growing more and more by the minute. It had apparently closed and you were now trapped down here with no way out. If only you had told someone that you’d be coming here, you would’ve had a chance at being rescued. But now it was almost impossible.

“Unless,” you whispered under your breath as you observed the two sides of the tunnel. It was a tunnel so it definitely had a beginning and an ending. So what if there was an opening on one of the sides? “Alright, so maybe the situation is not completely and utterly hopeless,” you allowed a small smile of relief to grace your face as you returned back to Hopper’s side and sat down by him.

You just had to wait for him to wake up and then the two of you would keep on going and hopefully find an exit. Meanwhile, you had to make sure that the two of you wouldn’t end up inhaling any more toxic particles.

“I’m sorry, Hop. You’ll have to get yourself a new uniform,” you said as you grabbed his knife from his back pocket and began cutting his sleeves off.

Will shot up in his bed, sweat coating his forehead, eyes wide and filled with panic, and heart beating rapidly as he remembered the vision he had gotten in his sleep.

He knew it wasn’t just a dream. It was reality – memories from that creature.

He had seen both you and Hopper trapped without a way to escape. He had seen Hopper collapse and you struggle to find a way out. And for some reason, there was this sinking feeling in his stomach, as if a premonition, telling him that the two of you might end up dying very soon. He didn’t know if he knew that because of the weird connection he had formed with the monster or if it was because he had suddenly become a psychic but he knew that he had to do something to save his sister and the man who had saved his life.

“Will? What’s wrong?” asked Mike as he rose from his lying position on the floor and Will could only spare him a brief look before jumping out of bed and marching into the living room where he saw his mother sitting on the floor, seemingly deep in thought while observing the taped drawings.

“Mom!?” he called out as he came to a stop behind her and she quickly whirled around.

“Yeah?”

“I saw them.”

“You saw who, baby?” she asked with scrunched-up eyebrows and evident confusion and he gulped.

“Y/N and Hopper…I think they’re in trouble,” he stammered out as his panicked eyes watered. “I think they’re going to die.”

Hopper came to with a sharp gasp, scaring the living daylights out of you, and you frantically rushed to grasp his arms and help him up on his knees, nose scrunching up in disgust when he threw up stomach fluids mixed with black goo. You wondered if that was what you had thrown up back when you had been stuck in the Upside Down and got sprayed at too. The thought repulsed you.

“Hey, you ok?” you asked after a while, waiting for him to regain his bearings and he nodded, standing up.

“What happened?” he rasped out.

“You inhaled quite a lot of those moldy spores so you blacked out. They tend to do that... You were out for the whole night,” you explained tiredly and he coughed.

Once again, you hadn’t slept a wink. You had dozed off a couple of times but the stress and the distant unfamiliar sounds, never mind how distant and slight they were, had been able to keep you awake.

“Jesus, kid, why didn’t you go get help?” he asked and you could tell he was about to scold you so you lifted a hand in surrender.

“Before you go into cop mode and berate me, you have to know that the hole we dug out is gone.”

“Gone? What do you mean by gone!?” he raised his voice as he picked up the flashlight and turned it on so he could inspect the ceiling.

“It got closed off. One moment you were on the ground and I was checking your condition, next moment I’m standing up, ready to bolt out and get help from mom, only to see a solid ceiling and no hole,” you shrugged and he looked at you incredulously.

“So, we’re trapped, is that what you’re saying?”

“Pretty much, yepp,” you groaned as you stood up, shaking off the numbness of your legs. “But, you never know what we might find at the end of the tunnel, right? There must be an opening. And we are going to find it and get the hell out of here. Meanwhile, take this,” you handed him the piece of clothing you had cut and he took it, already knowing what its purpose was as he began tying it around his mouth and nose like you had done hours ago already.

“Alright then, kid. Let’s move forward,” he nodded and the two of you began walking ahead. You noticed him pull out his cigarettes and your eyes widened in realization.

“Can you stop?” asked your brother as he pulled the cigarette out of your mouth, making you frown.

“What’s the big deal? You know that I smoke.”

“But never this much. You’re practically leaving a trail of cigarette butts.”

“Well, if we get lost or snatched by the monster into its world, at least people will be able to track us down thanks to my trail of crumbs,” you sassed. “So, don’t be a sourpuss, Hansel!”  

Hopper was a genius. You quickly took out your package of cigarettes and pulled a couple out of it. Simultaneously with Hopper, you dropped them on the ground before you proceeded to walk.

“Does anybody copy? Look, if anybody copies, this is Jim Hopper, Hawkins’ Chief of the Police,” spoke the man into his radio com and you shook your head.

“I don’t think the signal is strong enough to reach anyone out there. I tried a couple of hours ago and there was no response,” you informed him and the two of you let out dejected sighs. “Uh, Hopper? Those vines are unsettling me. They weren’t that alive last year,” you made a face and let out a sound of disgust at the squelching the vines were letting out every time you stepped on one. “I think we should avoid them.”

“Look around, kid. It’s impossible to not step on them. They’re goddamn everywhe-“ he halted in his step when something crunched under his booth.

He flashed the light downwards and the two of you did a double take, eyes widening at the sight. The whole floor was covered in the bones of animals. There were animals that were still rotting and one that seemed to be half alive and kicking which scared the hell out of you when you had nudged it with your boot.

“If there is dead prey…it means there is a predator,” you said with a shaky voice as you cleared your throat, trying to steady it.

“So there’s another monster.”

“Or multiple others.”

“Yeah, let’s not…let’s not jump to the worst possible scenario,” Hopper gave you a tight smile and you rubbed the bridge of your nose in defeat, sliding your fingers across your forehead hoping to massage away the dull, throbbing headache that had settled some time ago and had not let you out of its grasp for e second. “Hold this for a second. I wanna try somethin’,” he handed you the flashlight and you took it, pointing at the wall. He lit his lighter and brought it closer to the vines. It surprised both of you that they seemed to back away from the heat.

“You think…do you reckon that fire is a weakness?” you asked and Hopper rubbed his chin, observing the place, before he took off his uniform shirt, grabbed an animal bone, and wrapped the fabric around it, lighting it on fire.

And once again, the vines screeched and moved away when he shoved the torch their way.

“Alrighty! Now that’s good to know,” you chirped and he nodded.

“Hold this,” he passed you the flaming object and you grabbed it, holding it cautiously while you watched him try to dig.

“Why are we stopping to dig here? I don’t think we can make an opening and escape from this place. We should continue and see what’s ahead of us,” you tried to reason but he shook his head.

“And what if we end up meeting one of these little shits at the end of the tunnel? Nah, I ain’t taking that risk, kiddo,” he grunted and you took a sharp breath. He had a point. But you still didn’t believe that you’d have any success here either.

And you didn’t.

Hopper tried his best to dig as deep as possible but nothing seemed to work and he finally gave up, plopping on the ground. You stuck the torch in the soil and sat on a small boulder across him, the two of you lighting cigarettes.

“If the vines fear fire…is it a reach to think that fire is the Demogorgon’s weakness?” you asked before taking a long drag and blowing out a cloud of smoke. “I mean…we won’t have any success trying to find an exit here so we might as well go forward. And if we do end up meeting a monster, we can use fire,” you suggested.

“That’s a very big what-if,” he drawled, smoke sipping through his mouth and nose as he twirled the cigarette between his fingers. “Because if we’re wrong and fire cannot hurt that thing, we’d be killed in an instant.”

The two of you let out heavy sighs, Hopper coughing a bit, and fell into silence.

Suddenly, you felt something wrap around your ankle. You scrunched up your eyebrows but before you could voice out your thoughts, you were yanked harshly. You were barely able to let out a strangled squeal before your head hit the boulder you had been sitting on and the world began spinning instantly.

“Y/N!” Hopper yelled as he rushed to your side and reached to grasp your arms and turn you on your back but before he could do that, vines wrapped around his calves and began pulling at him.

He shouted in anger and panic as he tried getting rid of them, stumbling a couple of steps away and losing balance in the process, falling on the ground not far away from you. He turned to look at you and saw that vines were rapidly wrapping around your body. He struggled to get free but his arms and legs were obstructed as well and he could only yell in frustration as he tried reaching for his fallen knife, only to feel a vine wrap around his throat and steal part of his oxygen, making him dizzy.

“Kid…if you can hear me…answer me!” he choked out but you didn’t budge.

Your eyes were closed and there was blood sipping in the mud.

“Y/N! Hopper!” Joyce’s voice echoed throughout the tunnels as she and Bob searched for the two of you. For a moment there she had thought it would be hard to find you but then she had seen a trail of cigarettes which led her straight to the place you were at.

“This is…” she muttered as she stopped to inspect the large space littered with vines and bones. “Oh! It’s his arm!” she pointed out and she and Bob were quick to crouch down and begin pulling at the vines.

“It’s choking him!” pointed out Bob panicked as he tried to pry the thing wrapped around Hopper’s neck and the man was able to finally take a breath.

“Knife,” he rasped out and Joyce frantically looked for the object in question.

She and Bob did a quick work at cutting the living plants and releasing Hopper from their trap. He coughed and sputtered as he tried to regain his bearings and stand up, Joyce grabbing him by the face.

“Hop, where’s Y/N!?” she asked and Jim didn’t waste time as he pushed past her and stumbled further into the tunnel, Joyce and Bob following.

The woman let out a terrified gasp as she saw her daughter lying motionless on the ground and she quickly knelt by your side, furiously grabbing and pulling at the vines while Hopper cut them off your limbs and torso one by one. When you were finally free, your mother flipped you gently on your back and pushed the damp hair away from your face, grabbing each side of your head and inspecting you, eyes widening when she saw the smeared blood.

“W-what’s wrong with her, Hopper! Why isn’t she moving!?” she yelled wobbly and the man hastily grabbed you, hauling you over his shoulder.

“I think she hit her head when this piece of shit yanked her,” he grumbled as he stumbled away from the clutter of vines, intending to bolt out of this place.

That’s when people from the lab stormed in, startling everyone.

“Go! Go! Clear the area!” yelled one of the soldiers and the three didn’t waste a second in obeying.

The most important thing right now was to get you and Hopper to the lab so you could get the needed treatment.

What neither of them expected was for Will to get a seizure and get hurt as well.

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♥ Chapter 3 || Testing the Toy Part 1

♥ Series Warnings: Dark Content; Non-Con; Dub-Con; Kidnapping; Slave Training; Sexual Content

♥ Chapter Warnings: smut; humiliation, blow job, forced orgasm, abuse

♥ wc: 3.9k

♥ a.n: I had intended for this chapter to cover the entire bonten trio but Sanzu and Rindou decided to kick Ran out to the next one. Sorry for the delay in posting!

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It was the other who caught her chin, violet eyes peering down into her icy-blue ones with such command. "You sucked a cock before?" He wasn't about to let her accidentally bite his dick cause she'd never used her mouth before. His thumb rubbed across her lips, beckoning her to answer.

"Yes." More times than she'd had intercourse, but still not a lot. Mio jerked when Sanzu's fingers swiped through her folds, circling her clit. They were moving so quickly it made her head spin.

"Stick your tongue out." Rindou rubbed his cock, waiting for her to do as he said. She was hesitant, but her mouth slowly widened, pink tongue hanging out like bitch in heat.

Being manhandled around was disorienting, having been drawn into Rindou's intense gaze, Mio's vision blurred when the second in command ripped her out of Ran's lap. She'd have fallen to the floor if Sanzu didn't have a hold of her waist. His lips were down turned, but not directed at her.

"I got it, no need to get so pissy about it," Ran said, hands up in surrender. He had no intention of fighting with Sanzu over who fucked her next. When his superior got this possessive, there was risk of gunfire and Ran wanted to be fully intact for tonight's event.

Sanzu huffed, sneering at the older Haitani but he caught her peeking up at him and his features melted into a charming smile. "Ahh, you're such a cutie that you make even those irritating Haitani brothers a forgone thought. I'm tingling all over."

"Unless you grew a second dick, I'm fucking her throat."

Her stomach churned as the discussion around her returned to the dirty way they wanted to use her. A quick glance around the room and she was convinced that she wouldn't survive so many men. How could they all want to violate her?

Sanzu was growing irritated again, but he supposed it didn't matter if it was her mouth. He desperately needed to feel the cunt of the prize he'd found and approved by Mikey. He guided the wobbly girl over to the side of the couch, pushing between her shoulder blades to make her bend. "Bend over the couch, cutie."

Not that he was giving her much of a choice. The arm of the couch cushioning her hips, lifting up her ass. Mio had to steady herself with the palm of her hand on the cushion between Ran's knees. "Ah!" She yelped when Sanzu's hand smacked against her ass.

Rindou's fingers entangled in her dark locks, forcing her head up. "If I have to tell you again, your first night at my place will be hell, slut." He was almost disappointed when she once again opened her mouth, tongue out like he'd instructed earlier. "Hmph. That's a basic command, bitch. Don't forget it again."

Her mouth ached just taking the tip of him. Mio gagged as he bullied into her throat. There was absolutely no way his whole length was going to fit.

"Useless, really." Rindou rolled his eyes, not impressed with how she performed. She was trying to breathe in between thrusts, alternating between her mouth and nose, never figuring out which worked better. Rindou pinched her nose closed. "You don't need to breathe. Suck my fucking cock or I'll let you suffocate."

It really wasn't her fault, Ran mused. A girl like her was used to slow intimate sex with a lover, all the gooey vanilla shit that wouldn't even really satisfy a horny teenage boy. He caught her wrist, stopping Mio from any attempt to push his little brother away. That would be difficult to reign in, even with Mikey's order. "Easy, lamb. There's no need to panic."

How could she not? Gagging around the thick cock in her mouth, unable to take any real breaths was terrifying. He was giving rough, short thrusts, hitting the back of her throat each time. Mio thought she was going to pass out, and the last thing that she would hear was the filthy gags from his torture.

But suddenly her mouth was empty, nose no longer being held closed, and Mio took in a ragged breath, coughing to clear her airway. With how dizzy her head was, she'd nearly forgotten about the other executive impatiently waiting, until he bullied his cock into her pussy in one hard push. Her body lurched forward, but Sanzu's fingers dug into the meat of her hips, drawing her back onto his dick.

"Mhm - yeah, one time would not have been enough," Sanzu mused, savoring the warm, wet cunt pulsing around him. He understood; understood why Mikey had approved of this one. Her body, her innocence - this perfectly tight pussy.

Mio was spinning out from his abrupt, rough thrusts. Comparing sizes was impossible, but Sanzu certainly had more length. She was weak, the fullness in her pussy almost unbearable. Probably because she was already so sensitive. Whatever the reason, it felt so good.

But she knew this was wrong, that what they were doing to you was nothing less than deplorable. The paradox enough to break her mind. Disgusting. What kind of woman enjoyed being sexually abused?

"Can it really be that good? She's shit with her mouth," Rindou said, staring down at the girl now stained with his cum from her face to her tits. It was a miracle he'd even gotten off, and it left him less than impressed with their new toy.

Sanzu wanted to stay right where he was forever, in the pussy that pleased Mikey. But, that wasn't fair to her. No, no, he had to give her a reward for being so good to Mikey. "Ahh~ cutie, I'm more than happy to fuck you so good. You don't have to squeeze me so hard." God fucking damn, if he were any less in control of himself, he'd have already cum.

The first few thrusts had been a facade. Mio was trying to stop her voice from escaping, the squelching of her pussy embarrassing enough. It wasn't right that he could make her feel this way. Sanzu was hitting a sensitive spot that she didn't even know existed, and it was incredibly humiliating. 

Mio squeezed her eyes shut, making a poor attempt to shut down her brain that was being rattled each time Sanzu plunged his cock into her, his hips hitting her ass with how deep he hit. She wanted to disappear, at least into her own mind. Separate herself from the debaucherous act.

“It’s Mio, isn’t it?” Ran asked, waiting for her to peek up at him, her quivering lip tucked between her teeth to keep her mouth closed. How fucking innocent. She’d probably never had a good fuck in her life, and now it was being forced upon on her as a prelude to sexual slavery. It’s what made her so attractive to all of them, despite the men having quite different taste in women. “I’m sure you’re smart enough to understand that gaining our leader’s approval is rare.”

She had no idea where he was going with this. He spoke with a tone so casual that it certainly didn’t match that she was bent over the arm of the couch being pounded for the second time, completely naked and stained with cum. Mio had been so close to detaching herself from her body… 

He’d called her name. 

What Ran was talking about didn’t matter. It was simply him acknowledging her as a person, using her name. He’d masterfully removed the paper-thin barrier that she was trying to create. Her name solidified that she was in this room, in this moment. 

“Ah, I suppose you don’t know our names, do you?” Ran pet her head, fingers so gently brushing through her raven hair like he was her lover. She’d no choice but to listen to his every word. “The one too impatient to have you is our second in command, Haruchiyo Sanzu. By those cute little sounds you’re trying to hide, I can tell you really like the way he’s fucking you. An innocent thing like you probably hasn’t been properly fucked. Feels good, doesn’t it? It’s alright to admit it.”

Ran was skilled at mind games. It was boring to have a toy that gave in immediately and tried to be a slave to solely survive. Mio was different. Scared, unsure, overwhelmed, inexperienced, and a strong desire to live. It was the perfect mixture. Ran was painfully hard. 

It was rare to get one that hadn’t been sexually corrupted. They got to expose her to all of their sexual fantasies, and it would be new to her. Breaking her mind in half as she found the sexual things that she liked and disliked, and having no control over it. 

The starkly different personalities were a big factor, keeping the girl from being able to predict what might come next. Her innocence left her imagination of what could possibly be done to her running wild. Ran was quite sure that she was incapable of conjuring up the filthy, dehumanizing scenes that would be in her future. Her definition of rough likely ending with bondage and gangbangs. 

“Who cares if she’s enjoying it? She’s just a bunch of holes to fuck.” Rindou scoffed, having settled on the other end of the couch to watch. She couldn’t even hold herself up, face down in his brother’s lap while Sanzu stuffed her full. He wanted to take her to his place, spend some quality time teaching her how to properly suck him off. A few licks from his cane would be more than enough to spur her to learn quickly. 

“That is my little brother, Rindou. You’ll have to be extra good for him if you don’t like pain, but I imagine you’ll look even better with whip marks all over.” Ran’s tongue slid over his lips. Her cries alone would be enough to make him cum. He did so enjoy to watch Rindou’s punishments.

And little Mio was hanging onto his every word. The sweet and sour conversation flow having its intended effect. He made her acknowledge that sex felt good and then assured her that it was perfectly okay for her to enjoy it. Giving her permission to let this dirty act be pleasurable. And then dropping in what was to come, whips, pain, the complete loss of control as a human being.

Up and down. 

Over and over.

Making Mio spin while her body ultimately betrayed her mind.

Sanzu hadn’t slowed, relishing each time her cunt stretched around his cock. This girl was insane. He’d fucked plenty of bitches. All of them doing their job of getting him off. He enjoyed those cuts, he had… but… “You’re taking it so well. Your pussy was made to belong to us.” 

Mio couldn’t control herself, shivering as the coil in her belly wound tighter and tighter. Her voice betraying her next, lips parted with gasping breaths between broken mewls. She felt like a virgin experiencing pleasure for the first time. 

“As if this bitch could be good at anything,” Rindou said, completely ignoring his superior. This girl irritated him. He was itching to teach Mio her place. “Look at her right now. The slut thinks she can do whatever she wants.” It pissed him off so much that he lost a bit of control, getting up from his seat and jerking her head up by a fistful of her hair. 

“Aah-” Mio cried out, scalp aching as he nearly ripped out her hair. Tears filled her eyes to the brim. She couldn’t speak even if she wanted to with Rindou digging his fingers into her cheeks, forcing her to keep her mouth open. 

“Who fucking gave you permission to drop your head, huh? If we weren’t under orders, I’d give you a taste of my belt right now. Show your slutty face to everyone while you get fucked, understand?” 

Her eyes trembling, shaking a few tears loose to roll down her face. 

“I bet daddy never spanked you. His perfect little princes. Spoiled fucking brat.” Rindou spit into her mouth, smirking at her disgusted reaction. “Now look at you. Not even a paid whore. You need a good whipping. If you beg enough, I’ll go easy on you the first time, only 50 lashes. Enough to turn your ass bright red.” 

Mio wasn’t able to hide her face, forced to etch Rindou’s dark gaze into her mind. How could anyone want to do that to a girl like her? She’d never done a single bad thing in her life, and now these men wanted to use her for their own sick amusement. 

It was too much, far too much. Despite it all, Mio couldn’t convince herself that she wanted to die. 

Which only made her hate herself more.

A waft of smoke made her nose scrunch, free of Rindou’s grip, Mio found the source as the younger Haitani plopped back down on the couch to observe again. She shouldn’t be surprised that his eyes were on her, but Mio shuddered under his muted gaze, as if he was bored with her. 

“That would be Takeomi Akashi,” Ran startled the girl with a pat to her head. It was no secret that the older man was into more mature, fuller women. “He doesn’t seem to be interested in you, Mio. You’ll have to seduce him like you did the rest of us.” 

Takeomi took another drag from his cigarette. Inexperienced girls were tiresome, having to train them to do what he liked. Especially when they ended up dead so quickly. “Daddy’s little girl is about to cum. Doesn’t look so innocent to me, letting some stranger make her cum so easily.” 

“Good, good-” Sanzu breathed out, releasing his iron grip on one of her hips to find that lovely bundle of nerves that he loved to abuse. This was his favorite high, making them cum on his cock when they didn’t want to. Absolute control. “Go ahead, cutie. Fucking cum for me. I’m in such a good mood that I won’t even make you bed.” 

Should she even attempt to fight it?

Could she? 

Mio was burning hot, sensitive to his every thrust… feeling each one up into her stomach. Mio thought she might be split in two. His fingers were rubbing her clit with practice movements, driving the poor girl mad. 

Sanzu jerked her head back by her hair, forcing her neck to an uncomfortable angle. He grinned, cheeks flushed and sweat dripped down from his pink locks. “Lemme see. I want to be the first one to see your face when you cum. Be sure to - aah ah fuck!” He was struggling to remain composed, cock bullying into her hole, ready to paint her walls with his cum. “Fuck yes! Say thank you, cutie.” 

The stimulation was unbearable. Impossible to not release with Sanzu strumming on her clit and slamming into her cervix. A sultry, depraved moan filled the space - so lewd that it surely couldn’t have come from her throat. Mio had never made a sound like that, nor had a body shaking orgasm like that. Her vision flashed white, eyes rolling back. 

This was far from the gentle orgasms that she’d had before. Sanzu didn’t let up. He didn’t soothe her while she had her high, instead shoving his dick into her again and again, despite how tightly she clamped down. The pain was blissful, unlike anything that she’d ever experienced. 

The other men in the room were chuckling and taunting the girl. What a fucking orgasm. Guess she’s learned something new huh? What a slut, enjoying her first gangbang so damn much. Look at that little ass shaking. 

Sanzu blocked out their chatter, well past ready to blow his load. “Say it. Say thank you for making me cum, sir. Say it so sweet and I’ll fuck you full of my cum.” He wished he’d had a mirror to show her what her pretty little face looked like when she came. So shamefully slutty. 

Mio desperately wanted him to pull out. He’d been abusing her pussy much longer than Mikey had, and she wanted nothing more than to be finished. She swallowed down what little saliva she had and forced her voice to produce words between raspy whines. “Th-thank you for-f-for making me cum- sir-” The words were disgusting, demeaning. 

“Good girl-” Sanzu let out a deep grunt and rutted deep in her cunt while emptying his balls. It had been far too long since their last toy, and this one was going to be his favorite. He was going to keep her around for a long time. Sanzu lingered inside her warm walls, lost in the fantasy of all the fun he’d have with her later. 

But he finally released her, stuffing his limp cock back into his pants. “Ah, I need a beer,” he stated, slapping her ass again before disappearing into the kitchen. 

Mio could feel the cum dripping down her legs, nearly breathless and drained of all her energy. The arm of the couch was the only thing holding the girl up, legs like jello. She was still buzzing all over from the orgasm. 

“You want to jump in, Takeomi?” Ran asked, continuing to stroke her head like she was a child in need of consolation. 

“You youngins have fun. I’ll finish my smoke first.” He took a big puff of the half-burnt cigarette. He could admit that he was fucking hard after seeing her cum that hard. Maybe she’d be entertaining after all. 

Ran hadn’t asked to be polite, already knowing that he was next to play with Mio. She had to be exhausted, going through three men already. He’d set the stage so perfectly for his turn. “Come here, Mio. You’re far from finished pleasing your owners.” 

She could barely move on her own but Ran brought the girl to him. Mio straddled his lap, still trying to catch her breath and regain herself. 

“You’re absolutely gushing, little one. My pants are already soaked.” Ran chuckled at her dazed expression. That wouldn’t do. He bucked his hips, jolting her back to reality. Her attention was to be on him now, not on the orgasm that Sanzu had given her. “There, there, little Mio. I know you’re absolutely devastated to have lost your father, but you don’t need to worry. I’ll be your new daddy, yeah? Be a good girl and ride daddy’s cock now.” 

[shutupandplayasong]

Mandela Catalogue HCs

heheh hyperfixation go brrrrr

Please don't yell at me if these suck im sensitive 🥺 /hj

Mark:

Would have been the best big brother to Sarah I stg

Not afraid to wear a tiara and feather boa and have a tea party with her

This towering young man sat on a dinky little plastic chair sipping imaginary tea, pinky out and all

Aaagghhhhhhh i love him

Definitely one of those "super talented, high iq, gifted kids" before the burnout hit him

Every Christmas, Easter, and birthday he'd ask his parents for a dog. He never got one :(

Not exactly a Disney adult, just a big fan of animated movies in general.

I think his favorites would be The Iron Giant, Monsters Inc, and Lilo and Stitch

Honorable mentions to The Fox and The Hound and Oliver and Company but they make him cry

Mark Heathcliff best boy 1,000,000/10

Cesar:

Cesar fans, you have my whole heart fr

You really took nothing and ran with it I can't not respect that

I see him as a total mama's boy. As far as I know, there's no mention of his dad anywhere so I imagine it's just him and his mom.

As a little boy he was like "I'm gonna be the man of the house now!" and he stuck to it like glue

Taking the trash out, doing the dishes, mowing the lawn because "Mom, you deserve to get off your feet, you're working too hard"

I think him being a mama's boy and having so much respect for her would translate into huge respect for women in general

I like the idea of him painting his nails ❤

His room is like a walk-in freezer you can literally see his breath when he sleeps

Used to skateboard but eventually "grew out of it" (he actually broke his wrist and is too scared to do it again)

Adam:

This toxic little fuck i love him

The most "dont talk to me until I've had my coffee" person you'll ever meet.

Not having consistent access to coffee must have been miserable for him when he was on the run. Doubly miserable for poor Jonah having to put up with a grouchy Adam for who even knows how long

You remember that tiktok trend from a few years ago like "I look really intimidating until I smile"? ADAM ADAM ADAM ADAM ADAM!!!

He's such an angsty little shit with the most severe case of resting bitch face disease but on the rare occasion he actually smiles??? Human sunshine

Definitely the type to look down when he smiles to try and hide it

Wouldn't be caught DEAD singing out loud, but will absolutely murmur songs to himself under his breath.

Just imagining him folding laundry or cooking and singing whatever song is stuck in his head to himself I LOVE THIS MAN

He likes rock music in general but I feel like he's really into songs like Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls. Yknow those really mopey mid 2000s ballads?

Shattered by OAR, Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol, stuff like that

Jonah:

Rip jonah you would've loved tiktok

Was a theater kid but he got kicked out of class. Dude was just too hyper to follow directions

What can he say? He just stole the spotlight 🤪 (he's crying inside)

Walks into every room twirling his car keys around his finger like a dork

Can not be trusted to stand still, it's best to just make him wear one of those backpack leashes for everyone's safety

A gamer but not in a toxic way. He's actually terrible at games but he thinks it's fun to dick around and goof off in them.

You knows those "girlfriend who bites" memes? That's him. He's the girlfriend who bites.

Thatcher:

You've heard of wine moms, you've heard of wine aunts, well get ready for wine dad

I feel like he paints? He strikes me as very artsy

Loves plants but can't keep them alive for shit. It's not even that he forgets to water them, he follows all the instructions, the plants just hate him

Can't sleep without a TV on, or at least some sort of white noise or music playing.

Total garbage at gift giving lmao but he's trying his best

"I got you this card. Happy birthday."

"Thatcher, this says 'My condolences'"

"I know"