#and oh boy if it ain't a bit messed up in there

[therhythmafterthesummer]

i've been going through a rough patch in life* these past handful of months and i must say this writing thing has helped immensely and i never would've thought other people would like the things that i created

[peepthatbish]

I cannot draw but I can ugly attempt at write... so here it is!

"Why do you wear this?" Four looked down at his half raised arms, the sleeves of the jacket surpassing his hands. Everyone was Wild’s world, specifically either in or around his home in Hateno. Four and his companion were near the bridge, talking. Said companion was leaning against the bridge, their eyes looking him up and down before they shrug, arms crossed. "It’s comfy, I dunno whatta tell ya."

Four looks up at them damn they’re tall with furrowed brows as his hands flap against the extra cloth. He then proceeds to pull the hood over his head, showing off the small frog eyes sewn on top. His arms open, exasperated. "While I’m not going to deny that this is comfortable, why is it so brightly colored?"

Peep tried - and failed - to hide a chuckle. "It’s just-" they laugh at his unamused face and gestured to the jacket, "it’s just how it came. Blame the streamer I bought it from. Not me." Four shook his head and stared at the ground, grumbling about the color before his hands raise the sleeves and plop into the sweatpants pockets. "You see, this is an acceptable color for clothing." His hands play in the big pockets the sweats offered. "However this-" His head raised to look at Peep and then the frog hood "is a catastrophe. Even worse than whatever Cece has going on in Wild’s Hyrule." The two of them could hear a dramatic gasp followed quickly with a HEY!

Peep quirked an eyebrow and raised their index finger, pushing their body away from the post they were leaning against. "Woah hold up. First off, I know damn well you fuckin’ lyin’. This is 100 times better than whatever Cece calls 'art'. Secondly, this jacket is a masterpiece."

"You can call it whatever you want. While I don’t plan to deny that it’s softer than most materials, I know we can argue about this all day." Four reached to the tips of his toes to flick Peep on their forehead. They wince slightly, using the end of their palm to rub the spot before replying. "What about the rest of the outfit then?" One of Four's legs kick forward, showing off the sweats he was wearing. "I sincerely doubt a bright green jacket mixed with darker, almost forest green ‘sweatpants’ - as you like to call it - is a style." Peep groans, rolling their eyes and pulling the hood over his eyes completely, ignoring the yelp that left the man.

"Listen, the jacket is just an add on if the temp drops. The green sweats and dark gray shirt work just fine." Their hand gestures to the overall outfit before their arms cross again with a knowing smirk. "Besides, ain’t it comfy? Wasn’t that the whole point of you trying my clothes on anyway?"

Four sighs in defeat and lets his head flop to his chest.

"Yes, it’s comfortable."

The smirk widens while Peep’s hand reaches out. "That’s what I fuckin thoug-"

They feel a slap against their hand and a blur of green disappear. "I’m not giving back this jacket though."

Draw your favorite LU boys in your clothes!

@peepthatbish

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

DJANGO

Choi San x fem reader x Jung Wooyoung (heavy hints at ot8)

a/n: nobody talk to me nobody touch me nobody look at me i'm loosing my mind over this comeback you don't even understand

"Ain't nobody mess with Django, call me Django." -ATEEZ

✫彡wordcount: 5.5k (sorry?!?)

(>ᴗ•) genre: smut w/plot

ಠ_ಠwarnings/content: violence and injuries, dystopian/lore universe, lots of cussing, angst, poly relationship, brief mention of drinking as coping, extreme pda LMAO, woo is a bit of a little shit in the first half, dry humping, making out(lots of it), also lots of pet names, multiple rounds, threesome, light choking&degrading, snowballing, oral, boobjob, dp, overstim, teasing, orgasm control, praise kink teehee, dom san/sub woo/switch-sub reader, m x m, unprotected( don't do that🗣️), NOT EDITED

taglist: @calicanbeevil @pansies-garden @kissezfornamjoon @wisejudgedragonhairdo

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

The van shook as another vehicle passed, making San groan as you fell down onto him.

"I'm sorry, Baby," you cooed softly, kissing the bruise on his collarbone that you had unintentionally fallen onto. The soaked rag that you cleaned him with was handed back to you from its fallen place on the shag carpet by Wooyoung with a soft laugh.

"You baby him too much, he's a big boy," he claps his hand onto his shoulder, making him groan again- glaring at the younger man, "right, Champ?"

"I'll beat your ass, Woo."

"Oh, I bet you will, you beat up that scrawny little guy too!" He cackles, clapping and leaning away as San swipes at him tiredly.

"He was faster than I expected!"

"You two knock it off," you sigh exasperatedly as you wipe the grime from his swollen pec, rolling your eyes at your boyfriends bickering. Being stuck in such a small space had taken a toll on the three of yours relationship- especially the two men. They were at each other throats more often than not-even it was playfully. "I'll blow our cover just to tell Hongjoong."

"You wouldn't..." Wooyoung eyes you suspiciously as you smirk. "You wouldn't!"

"I will if you two don't give me a second of peace." You cock your brow at him, tossing the rag into the pile that is your dirty laundry, silently cursing yourself for choosing to hide out with them instead of with Yunho and Jongho in their shop. They even had a cool talking bird.

You place a gentle kiss to Sans eye, a healing bruise almost faded under your lips. "Stop getting hit in the face, yeah?"

"Yeah, I'll politely tell my opponents that my girlfriend likes her boys pretty~" he rolls his eyes and whines as your body heat leaves his sore body.

"So what if I do, pretty boys happen to be my type!" You shrug and crawl off of the spent man, over to the other side and into Wooyoungs lap.

He smirks at his boyfriend cockily as you rest your head on his shoulder, "that's why she's cuddling me right n-ow!" His smirk turns to a pout as you flick his chest.

"Can you two manage a peace treaty while I get some shut eye? It's four hours drive to the next town and it's my turn to drive in the morning."

"Of course, Darling." They chime together, silently scowling at one another but keeping quiet as you close your eyes.

--

     "Wakey, wakey," you shake the buff man softly, safely parked in the back alley of the abandoned building. Wooyoung stood just outside of the open van doors, abs on display as he changed into a better looking shirt.

      "Yah, wake up!"

   You glare at him as he startles San awake, who holds you close protectively in his delirium, still scared of the run in you had experienced with HalaTeez months ago. No matter how much he swears to the lot of you that he doesn't feel guilty, the way his eyes sadden when he focuses on the scar over your left brow for too long gives it away. Hala-San, as you call him to real-Sans dismay, had tricked you all too well and after that... you couldn't look at the real, loving, caring San for weeks. You had to split off with Mingi and frequented a bar, drinking away any memory of Hala-Sans torment until Hongjoong found you and picked up the pieces when the bottle ran empty.

     "You dick," San rasps as he rubs your sides, his gentle touch a contrast to the way he gives his cackling boyfriend the stink eye.

    "Rise and shine, Sannie~" he teases, buttoning up his shirt and soothing his long hair down, "time to get your ass whopped again."

     "Oh, like you'd do any better! You'd be demolished!"

     You let out a sigh and slide out of the van, soothing your dress- which in reality is Jongho's shirt with a belt around your waist. "I'll be signing in." You speak shortly before wondering off, leaving them fighting more than ever over how they upset you.

    San insists it's all Wooyoungs fault for being such a whiny shit.

    Wooyoung is adamant that San is at fault for hogging all of your attention.

     They go back and forth for a while until a Strickland patrol vechile speeds by, spooking the both of them into the building.

     Wooyoung immediately wraps his arms around your waist as they find you bent over signing Sans pseudonym, DJANGO, into the fighting brackets. San is busy eyeing everyone around you, both in suspicion of Halateez and Strickland and simply to scope out his potential competition.

     "Entry fee is three k," the woman on the other side of the pop-up table looks as if she's ready to kick your trio out in a single breath when you don't provide the money, eyeing up Sans messy tank top and your days old makeup with distain.

    "That's it?" You pout, tutting your tongue as you turn away from the rude woman, sighing dramatically as you dig into Wooyoungs pockets, grabbing hold of multiple tightly rolled wads of money.

    Both of them smirk at your antics, so clearly eager to prove this stranger wrong about her preconceived notions about you and your lovers as you count the wads, dropping a few down before skipping past her with a wave.

      The crowded arena does nothing for Sans anxiety, his eyes scanning at a million miles an hour as he keeps a possessive hand on the small of your back. Wooyoung has similar feelings as he drapes his arm over your shoulders in a way that clearly shouts, 'don't touch' to anyone who looks your way. You feel much safer on the other hand, both of your boyfriends touching you at once for the first time in what feels like ages, both ready to toss themselves infront of danger if it presents itself.

You all squeeze your way to the front, right up to the edge of the ring, where a fight is already taking place, one of the men nearly teasing the other with the way he bounces around on his tip-toes, not letting the other get a single touch in.

"She said not many fighters showed up," you practically have to yell for the men to hear you, "Strickland cracking down again!" You explain loudly, rubbing Sans lower back in an attempt to comfort his nerves as he stretches his wrists. Wooyoung has split off to make bets with other players, making sure to stick out like a sore thumb with his flashy shirt. "Might have to find a new income soon if they don't back off!"

He sighs, rolling his head back and stretching his neck out, letting you admire the freckles on his skin that he knows you love.

As the quick moving fighter finally wears out his opponent, he gets sloppy, and he starts getting hits in. You slide behind San and hide your face in his back, wrapping your arms around his waist and stroking his stomach softly. "I hate that you have to do this!"

He holds his hands over your own and rubs his thumbs over your skin, watching the man who will clearly be his opponent wailing on the other man.

"Got nine grand riding on you tonight, Babe," Wooyoung slides back into the conversation, cupping the back of Sans neck.

Although they had their on and off moments, he would always be in tune to his emotions and try to calm him. And trying to keep the peace was even more worth it when you were around. Usually, they had Yeosang as a voice of reason but he was off with Seonghwa doing God-knows what in preparation for your next mission.

Being apart was straining and stressful for every last one of you. But groups larger than three were banned by Hongjoong after four of you had caught Halateez's attention a few months back. He didn't want to risk it again and he certainly didn't want to risk a group of nine most wanted outlaws being together. The combined reward for your captures was the largest amount of money you had ever read. You weren't sure how to even pronounce it.

It was almost an entire year of being in hiding.

You didn't know how much more you could take.

    "- DJANGO!!" The name catches your attention over the blaring speaker. How was he up so early? You peek around San and see the fast man catching his breath in the opposite corner. Blood being wiped up and a limp body being carried out.

     "We can always find a new way to get money," you scream to San as he rolls out his stiff shoulders, whining as Wooyoung pulls you away gently. "Seriously, Sannie!"

    "He'll be okay, Darling," Wooyoungs chaste kiss to your head does nothing to calm your raging nerves as San bends down and slides into the ring. You pull away in a hurry and hop up on the ledge, grabbing his top over the ropes.

      "Forgot something?" You lean your torso over and immediately take San into a heated kiss, his calloused hands cupping your face firmly and pulling you close. People all around whistle and call loudly, a blush creeping up Wooyoung neck as he watches your lips meld together.

It been almost a year on the run. Almost five months since any of the three of you have touched one another in an intimate, primal way.

He doesn't know how much longer he can take it. When you crawled into his lap earlier he nearly took you right there.

You always do something after a needy kiss that makes every single one of them feral.

You lick up Sans lips to his cheekbone and moan.

   People start nearly howling, and his opponent looks antsy.

"Fuck him up, Baby," you cup his chin in your hand as you block out the world around you for a moment and take one last good look at him before you know you'll go away during his fights. You can't bring yourself to watch no matter how long he's been fighting. But that doesn't mean you won't hype him up while you can.

      You slap his shoulder softly, making sure to make it look harder than it was in reality before giving his fist a gentle kiss.

     "Fuck him up," you repeated before hopping down.

--

The van door opening makes your head snap, setting away the headphones that play Yeosangs violin melody.

"Hey, how'd ev-"

San jumps on you before you can finish greeting them properly, kissing you deeply and feeling you up like it's the first time he's ever touched you. The clotted blood on his lip doesn't discourage either of you, the pain only stirs him on as Wooyoung climbs in and slams the doors shut behind him.

The dull thud of the duffel bag he drops makes you look over, San letting you breath and nipping at your neck and jaw instead. "Holy shit, Baby, you won?!"

"Fuck yeah, I did, Beautiful," he moans breathlessly, holding himself up above you to speak with a sultry purr, "let me spoil you." He looks over to Wooyoung lustfully. "Both. Let me spoil you both."

Wooyoung smiles at him. Genuinely. For the first time in weeks.

    If there's one thing that makes him weak it's being spoiled by his lovers. So when San lifts you up and settles you in his lap and climbs into the drivers seat, he doesn't complain: he simply dives into your lips like a man starved.

     And he is, lips suctioned onto yours so deeply and passionately that neither of you notice as the van lurches to life and begins speeding away. You fall to the floor ontop of him and hold him tightly. Like he's an illusion that will disappear like smoke if you let go.

     He body feels so right on yours. Clinged together on the shag floor. Melting together. The outside world and all of its problems fading away as his hands wander your body.

       How you've managed to keep your hands off one another for this long is a world's greatest mystery.

       "Fuck," he moans as you lap at his lips, his hands sliding up the edge of your dress and cupping the round of your ass. "Fuck, Princess, please," he whines.

       You can hear the smirk in the way San chuckles from the front seat, but it doesn't stop him from speeding up. He loves how whiney Wooyoung gets just as much as you do.

     You clumsily undo his bottoms and pull them down just enough to press your heat to his growing bulge. The thin layers of cloth separating you doesn't stop the feral groan that he lets out, holding your hips with a bruising force as he grinds up into you. If anything, the soft fabric pressing into your clit with each of his uncoordinated thrusts makes it feel more euphoric.

     "Oh, God~"

    The soft moans you let out have Wooyoung rock hard and San palming himself. "Ffffuck, Baby," you groan, hugging his neck tightly as his hips buck below you.

      Everyone got the 'Babyyy' treatment when they were good or needed a pick me up. The way it rolled off of your tongue was like a drug to them. Even more so when it's so deep and passionate. Even more so when their cock is pressing against you.

     Sans eager left turn has the both of you rolling on the floor, laughing as he apologizes loudly from the driver seat. "Sorry, continue!"

     "You heard the man," you laugh from below Wooyoung, "continue."

      And he does, burying his face in your neck and biting and licking and sucking as he rubs his bulge against you like it's the last human touch he'll ever experience. "M'cum," your moan has him rolling into you with a new purpose in life, nearly growling as he holds himself back from painting his underwear white, "shit, Youngie!" You wrap your legs around his waist tightly as you release, shivering and shaking with your jaw slack.

      He isn't far behind by even a second, his gut clenching as he turns his bottoms sticky with his own pleasure, panting into your ear as he continues to roll into you, drawing out your euphoria and making you mewl out, clawing at his scalp.

      In your bliss, you fail to notice that Sans parked outside of a double story motel and ran out with a wad of cash, clearly in a hurry.

Yours hands are wrapped in each others hair, breathing deeply with your foreheads pressed together, almost as it trying to meld your souls together with passion.

    The doors behind the both of you open and flood you in the neon light of the motel signs, and you peek around Wooyoungs frame as he falls over you protectively from what he thinks is prying eyes. "Sannie~" you call, making Wooyoung relax ontop of you.

       "You alive, Foxy?" San teases as he climbs in and crawls to you both.

     "Mhm," he moans into your jaw, "very alive." He gasps as San pulls him away from you by his neck, taking him in a feverish kiss as you watch on in awe. You can tell San his slipping his tongue into Wooyoungs mouth by the way he holds his jaw open, the way Wooyoung grinds his bulge back into you.

     "Youngie, Baby," you whine as he rolls his self into your swollen clit, but it only makes him go faster, his hands finding purchase on Sans waist. "Ah s-" You writhe below him, stopped when one of Sans hands comes and holds you in place by pressing on your stomach: all the while he never opens his eyes or pulls away from your boyfriend. "Fuck, please don't tease!"

He chuckles into his lips, gently stroking his neck. "C'mon, I got us a room for a few days."

Wooyoung begrudgingly slides out of the van, gathering your few bags and bouncing in anticipation as he fixes his pants to the best of his ability. San scoops you up to his chest and you cling to him like a koala bear, kissing all over his face as he carries you up the stairs and down the balcony hall.

Wooyoung drops the bags at the entrance of the room and immediately goes to investigate the single bedded room and bathroom before urging San in, latching the door shut behind him.

You're dropped to the bed and bounce with a soft laugh, opening your legs wide to fit Sans large frame as he slots himself between them. Wooyoung slides next to you and is immediately latched onto your neck as he unbuttons your dress.

"Ah fuck," you mewl out, cradling his head close as your head spins, San slipping off your panties and shimmying down. He holds your thighs apart as he licks a slow, deep stripe up your soaking heat, reveling in the way you moan for him. He wastes no time diving in and eating you out like it's his last meal. His tongue flicking and swiping against every inch it can reach. His nose pressed against your clit as his head bobs.

You're lost in the pleasure between your legs so much so that you don't notice that you and Wooyoung are both naked until he climbs onto your stomach, his hot member gliding between your breasts. Despite how long it's been, your body has its muscle memory from how often you two would do this.

You cup your breasts and push them together, encasing his length in the soft flesh as he grips the headboard roughly, the tip of his cock leaking on the base of your collar bones.

It's hard to appreciate just how beautiful he is while San is ravaging your cunt with his tongue, but you manage. Looking up with blown irises, he's so pretty. His long hair softly framing his face, bouncing with each of his rough, slow thrusts against your supple skin. His swollen lips parted with moans. Toned abs expanding and constricting as he heaves.

"Foxy," you whisper out, catching his eyes with a deep blush on both of your cheeks, "so pretty, Baby."

He curses loudly and reaches one hand down, cradling your face so gently in comparison to how he fucks your tits. "My woman."

The words make your eyes roll back, a wave of your arousal coating Sans tongue as you cum, gripping your breasts tightly and whimpering out as the sensations continue well past your peak.

      Wooyoung wills himself to hold back from cumming until he's told, and San holds himself back as he laps up your juices-grinding his hardness onto the bed slowly. Both of your moans are a magic melody to him, and he can't help but crave more. He pulls away and joins Wooyoung over top of you, wrapping his arms around the younger man and spooking him. He slides his hands up his naked torso teasingly slow, grinding on his backside.

"Shit, Babe," he groans, tossing his head back on his shoulder and simultaneously trying to bury his cock in your warm skin and grind back on San's bulge. "Fuck, I ne-"

"Cum, Youngie." The command from the both of you at the same time has him painting your collarbones and neck in a millisecond flat, jaw slack as San continues to stroke him even as his hips stop.

"Fuck, fuck, please, oh my God," he stirs back to life from his void of pleasure as you bend your neck and lick his sensitive tip. He tries to back away only to bump right into Sans girth on his bare backside. "Oh God~"

        "Need a breather, Sexy?" San coos as he slowly moves Wooyoung off of you, already knowing that he can't cum back to back. He needs at least five minutes at that's all San needs to get you ready for what's about to come.

        Wooyoung comes crawling back into you, lapping up his own seed with a quiet moan as San slides down your body and hooks your legs over his hips. "Ready, Darling?"

      "Yes, holy fuck am I ready, please give it to me," you babble on, only silenced as he inches into your sopping core. He's by far the girthiest man you've even been with. And the stretch always feels so delicious.

       Wooyoung takes advantage as your jaw falls open, leaning over you to drip all of his release into your mouth. The moans and whimpers of pleasure are unstoppable as you swallow all of it down eagerly, hands wrapped up in his hair and pulling him impossibly close. His body follows his head, almost snuggling you as he presses his body flush to your side, one leg hooked over your hips as he grinds his hardening member into your hip.

It's all so warm and welcoming, a familiar and comfortable feeling washing over you along with the overstimulation of your third orgasm building up as San thrusts into you with a steady slow pace. "Fuck," you moan into Wooyoung, "so big," you whimper as your cunt uncontrollably clenches around him. He swallows up all of your noises as he moves his lips against yours zealously, and sneaky hand rubbing the column of your breasts and up to your neck, simply resting: bouncing with each of Sans increasingly rough thrusts that bounce your body.

  "Take me so well," Sans praise has you leaking onto the blanket, panting like crazy and slapping at Wooyoungs shoulders as he bites at your lips hungrily, "pretty Angel, made just for us, hm?"

       "Mmhmph-" Your affirmative moan turns into a yelp as Wooyoung tightens his hand over your neck.

     Damn them. When they decided to be on the same team they were almost scary at how well the schemed without even speaking a single word. San held your hips in place and drilled into you. Wooyoung assaulting your ear with kisses and bites, squeezing your neck in time with Sans hips.

      "Pretty Angel looks like she wants your cum," Wooyoung teases as you swirl your hips in Sans hold, holding you down securely with his hand pressing your neck into the mattress as he looks down at where you're connected.

      "Mmh, she does," San groans loudly, hips snapping into you needily, "looks like a bitch in heat." His words make both of you moan out, your eyes rolling into your skull for a moment before he buries himself to the hilt and stops.

    "No, no, no, please! I wasn't going to cum, pleaseee, Sannie Baby~!" If there's one thing that gets San off, it's when his lover begs him for permission. When their with someone else- cum as much as you like. But with him? Grovel at his feet and beg him for a release only he can give you. "Fuuuck, shit, please, I need you, fuck me!"

Wooyoung watches you with gazed over eyes, holding you still as you attempt to writhe and get more stimulation. "She wants it's so bad, Babe~" He smirks as San, a look that makes his cock twitch inside of you, You muster up your best begging pout and let go of him, reaching for San's hands that are gripping your hips with a bruising force as he holds himself back until he's satisfied with your begging.

"I want you to make me cum, please, Django?"

    All of the breath is fucked out of your lungs as he pounds into you. Fast and hard and nearly animalistic in the way he buries himself in your sopping heat with a string of curses, his fingers interlacing with yours in a soft intimacy that makes your head fuzzy. You can barely moan, how good it is. But he knows. Wooyoung knows.

    As you finally come to your senses and scream out with your release, the whole district must know how well Django is fucking you.

He stops himself with a deep groan as your walls flutter and clench around him, squeezing your hands to ground your soul to your body as Wooyoung dips his head and laps at your hardened nipples. You squeeze his hands tightly, arched off of the bed in pure ecstasy as he fills you with his warm cum.

San slips his arms under your arched back and holds you close to his chest as he flips the two of you, a squeal of pleasure leaving you as he hits an all new angle. He holds you securely as he looks at Wooyoung, almost silently communicating.

He slips behind you, the feeling of his leaking tip prodding at your stretched hole has you gripping Sans shoulders tightly, rolling your hips back into him. "Oh, fuck, yes yes yes yes y-" Sans lips catch yours and silence you as he ravenously slips his tongue into your mouth and licks at your tongue, feeding on all of your moans as Wooyoung slides in with him.

"So good, my woman," his mind is gone, unaware of how your walls grow slicker with his praise as he slowly sheaths himself into you fully.

He nowhere near as thick as San, but dear lord that man has length to make up for it. The both of them together is making your stomach feel hot, the hair on the back of your neck standing up.

San pulls away panting, his lips swollen and wet with your saliva. "Beautiful Angel," you official feel lightheaded as he cradles your face oh so gently as he moves his hips. Wooyoung follows suit, holding your back and fucking into you ruthlessly, rubbing against Sans girth inside of you like it's his favorite thing to do in the universe and it's about to be ripped away.

All you can do is moan and gasp with them, a melody that your neighbors must be cursing as the headboard bangs into the thin walls.

Your chest is pressed into Sans roughly, faces barely an inch away as you all move together. His hands cupping your cheeks and keeping you upright as your body threatens to give out. "Sannie, please, n'cum," he can just make out your slurs over the panting and slapping of skin in the humid room, the smell of sex already soaking into the air.

His brain is nearly gone as he feels Wooyoungs length twitch against him along with your cunt squeezing mercilessly, only nodding at the both of you for permission as he himself lets his soul float away in a wave of pleasure, squeezing you to himself possessively as he cums inside of you. Wooyoung isn't a moment behind, the second he feels Sans warmth flood you, his is joining. And the feeling of both of them soaking your womb makes you lose yourself, dunked in pleasure.

Wooyoung falls ontop of you, sandwiching you between their body warmth. San reaches around and hugs his arms around both of you, heavy breaths lulling you to sleep.

"Holy shit." Is all that can be said.

--

    The next morning you decide to take advantage of the running water that San must have paid extra for, washing away the grime that stuck to you despite how many bird baths Wooyoung have you on the side of the road.

   San, despite you and Wooyoungs best begging, went off on his own to meet with Hongjoong after he got a call on the prepaid flip phone in the middle of the night.

    Wooyoung noticed you eyeing the bag of dirty laundry when you woke up and immediately offered to go wash them and grab some food for the both of you.

      You're so wrapped up in the welcoming feeling of the warm water pelting your body that you fail to notice the door opening, letting the steam rise to the ceiling of the motel room. You sung one of Jongho's songs sung softly, the sound echoing on the fiberglass and acrylic shower wall.

"Darling?"

You grab the knife you left on the edge and swipe the shower curtain back. "Jesus!" Both of you yell. Wooyoungs hands fly up in a defense position as you aim the knife at him for a moment.

You flip it in your hand and hand it over to him by the handle, visibly relaxing as you see it's only your sneaky boyfriend. "Perv~" You tease before sliding the curtain shut dramatically. You can hear him shuffling around, and the sound of his zipper confirms your suspicions.

     He steps over the tub edge and joins you, hugging you close from behind and kissing your neck gently. "Did you-"

     "Mhm, foods on the bed, Princess." You laugh softly before turning in his arms and hugging his neck loosely.

     "You're the best, you know?"

     "I sure do~"

     He reaches over you and grabs the travel size bottle of shampoo, cursing them silently because he will most definitely have to go get some more from the main desk before your stay is over. He lathers it up in his hands a bit before massaging your hair tenderly. "You miss them, don't you?"

     His question catches you off guard for a moment, wondering just what he means until you realize that he must have heard you singing the song Jongho wrote all those years ago on The Illusion.

     Those times were so much simpler. A group of pirates and the open sea. Beautiful blue water and all the time together that you could ever ask for.

    "Don't you?" The way your eyes glaze over is enough to tell him. You miss them just as much as he does. You wish this would end just as much as he does.

     "It hurts like hell."

     "I know, Baby."

     "I want to kill them."

     Hala-Teez, the Strickland officials? All of them. "Me too, Baby."

     He leans your head back carefully and rinses away the coconut scented soap from your hair gently. "I love you." You speak. Just  above a whisper. But he catches it even over the raining water.

  

     "I love you, Darling. This will all be over soon." He doesn't promise because he knows he can't. He doesn't know how long this situation will last. You could be on the run from Strickland and looking over your shoulders for Hala-Teez until your last breath.

      "Joong will figure something out." You don't promise. Because Hongjoong hasn't. He can't. He won't promise something that he doesn't know he cant follow through with. He could be trying to come up with a plan for decades.

      You stand in silence for a moment as you wash his hair gently before he speaks again, "don't cry, Love."

     "What?"

    When you look up, he's blurry. When did you start crying? How did this happen?

   He closes his eyes and hugs you close with his head under the stream of steaming water.

     After a small cry-session in the shower together, you and Wooyoung curled up in the bed and ate your takeout, watching one of the decade old dvd's on the laptop that Yeosang managed to get to you guys a few weeks ago.

The ban from being together for safety didn't stop small run ins with a familiar looking delivery man. Be it disguised as a food delivery man, a mailman, an exterminator- Yeosang always found a way to travel around the city and deliver small gifts from one member to another along with messages from Hongjoong when the phones were down.

A wave of laughter is cut off by a knock on the door. His hand immediately grabs a small hand gun on the nightstand as he stands, your own going to your knife that's sandwiched between the mattress and bed box as you slam the laptop closed.

      "Delivery!" The voice makes you relax.

    "Fucker," you huff as you jump over the bed and beat Wooyoung to the door and smile at the helmeted man. You can't see him, but you know who it is. "Goody~" You peek out into the halls and spot a few suspicious looking people, so you pretend to slip him some money before taking the box and take one last look as he walks away.

     "Open it," he urges impatiently, nearly knocking you over to get to the pizza box as you set it on the small table.

Ontop of your favorite pizza. A small piece of paper. Sans handwriting.

let's bounce

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[arminsumi]

can i get an eager, inexperienced gojo? he is probably so silly and loving during sexy time but he still acts like a horndog, not sure where to touch, kinda nerv but tryna cover it up bc he’s the strongest sorcerer, ofc he’s been with so many ladies before!!!! (he hasn’t but he doesn’t want YOU to know that)

love your works as always stay safe💗💗💗

AIN'T NEVER DID THIS BEFORE, NO.

𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 — 五条悟

NOTE: this made me think of that j. cole song so i looped it while writing all 2.3k of this fic 🥴 i hope u like what i did!! mwaaa smooches!! hope ur well <3

🔞 mdni / 18+ content

SUMMARY — Gojo's saved up his virginity ever since he met you, savoring every wet dream through the years until he finally got the real thing in a hotel room in Okinawa.

WARNINGS — fem reader, n.sfw content, profanity, pre-established relationship

SMUT WARNINGS — virginity loss, light dirty talk, nicknames (good girl, sweet girl, daddy), Gojo's so nervous and inexperienced wheee😩💗, protected sex/condoms used, multiple rounds (2), kitty eating, giving him head, fluffy ending scene, lmk if i have missed smth and pls overlook errors i'm slepy asf it's 2am

Wordcount ≈ 2.3k

Playme ♪ wet dreamz

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 — サクランボ ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

You can’t miss the way his Addam’s apple shifts up and down when he swallows, or the way he gawks when you wiggle out of your clothes and toss them off the side of the hotel bed.

Where are my hands supposed to go?

He’s thinking that while haphazardly squeezing a large handful of your hips and hotly kissing your neck.

This has been his long-anticipated dream come true… see, Gojo Satoru met you in high school. And the first thing he thought to himself was I want her to take my virginity. So, he had promised himself that one day, when he was older, he was gonna give it to you.

All his cheeky flirting and dirty jokes got him here, in this room of some dreadfully expensive hotel in Okinawa. Yes, he’s cheesy, as cheesy as he was when he used to lean over his desk during high school to whisper dumb pickup lines into your ear; he requested rose petals and wine. He had the lights dimmed. He laid you down with kisses right on top of those strewn petals.

Crazed, feverish, eager, overwhelmed; he was bursting with a bunch of feelings – predominantly horniness. He’s always had that horny twang about him, he was unashamed about it around you – it’s what got you hot for him in the first place, the fact that he was so bold with his dirty jokes and naughty hints.

But now he’s struggling to find his words. Now that smart mouth is sparsely throwing out witty remarks. Now he was heavily relying on comedy to ease his nervousness and mask his inexperienced movements.

He let you roll on top and savored each kiss that you pressed down his chest – heaving, he was heaving and hot already and all the two of you had done so far was romantic French kissing and tentative touches across each other’s bare skin.

The heat of your flushed cheeks seared his lower abdomen.

How low is she gonna go – oh my god what do I do – play it cool – oh my god is she actually – wow this is really happening.

Such a mess of goofy thoughts passed through his mind when you pressed a testing kiss to his glistening cockhead. Giving the slit a lick made his shoulders scrunch up, and his voice shook a bit, “Shit, baby, you don’t have to do that if you don’t w – want to… oh fuck…”

“But I’ve wanted to suck it so bad, I’ve thought about it so much.” You batted your eyes at him.

His stomach flipped.

“O-okay… ” he breathed. In the back of his mind, he was self-conscious about sounding like a virgin… because he totally was. And he wasn’t masking it very well when you started kissing and licking on his cock.

Feling your tongue swirl circles around his bulbous head, then swiping the underside, nearly made him bust right there. It took every bit of this strong boy’s strength to hold it in. And there was a lot to hold in.

“Oh that’s so fucking good.” He moaned.

You lowered your lips down his slickened cock, the warmth and texture of it delighting your tongue. Taking in his scent, his taste, his sounds – when you hollowed out your cheeks and suctioned your lips around him, he let out an uneasy moan. He was really gonna bust right there in your mouth if he didn’t tell you to ease up.

“B-baby, you’re so good at that – but – but fuckkk – slow down f’me…” he pleaded, big hand coming to the back of your head as you slid off his cock – that also almost made him bust. Oh god, you unknowingly edged him. Maybe you knew that, because you giggled at the way his cock jumped and visibly twitched after popping your lips off of it.

“Sorry, you good?” you asked him sweetly. He looked at you through lust-glazed eyes, his lower lip glistening with a bit of drool.

“ ‘m okay – fuck come here and get on your back. ‘Wanna do that to you too.” He commanded you, eagerly shuffling positions.

He lowered his face between your legs, marvelling at the shiny wet sheen smeared across your inner thigh. A thin web of juice connected from your hole.

“Sorry, I know it’s rude to stare.” He chuckled, joking to lighten his nerves. But earning a laugh from you made his heart flutter before he dove right into it – now here’s where you realized something.

He was inexperienced. Totally. Sweetly so. His tongue flicked and darted around, swiping along your slit, gathering your juices like he was thirsty. The way he licked you up felt like he was some college boy giving his crush head in a lucid dream.

But if there’s one thing you know about Gojo Satoru, it’s that he can do anything he tries. You started out giggling and squirming on his face, and ended up squealing his name and arching your back. Switching between suckling at your clit and lapping at your folds and slipping his buttery tongue into your hole – he was having fun figuring it out.

And my god, he had the biggest, smuggest, most smackable grin on his face when he made you cum.

“W-wipe that grin off your face.” You panted, half-dazed from your orgasm.

His grin only grew wider. Now he was feeling a bit cocky, a little high on a sugar rush of confidence because he just made the girl of his dreams cum from a little amateur tongue-fucking.

“You musta really wanted it bad, huh?” he teased, crawling up to meet your face and pressing a few wet, sloppy kisses to your awaiting lips. You could taste yourself, and he was conscious of that – and it made him almost bust on your tummy. You felt his cock jumping and twitching and throbbing against your skin.

“Don’t get all smug now…” you muttered.

His plumped, flushed lips hovered over your face. “Thanks for the meal.” He whispered jokingly, wiping your juice off his cheek with his thumb and suckling it off.

“Hahaha what!” you broke out laughing. “You’re ridiculous!”

He ran his tongue over his lips to tease you, “Tasted better than in my dreams.”

Now that made you flush hotter underneath him. Because for some reason, it hadn’t occurred to you that he had wet dreams of you. But he did. And he was too embarrassed to admit the number – it was big. He dreamed of you a lot. Especially taking you from the back… so naturally

“Turn around f’me, please?” he asked, “I wanna see you from the back.”

Your lack of hesitation to switch positions for him made his heart thump.

“Good girl…” he muttered under his breath, unsure of how you’d take the nickname. But hearing your giggly hum and seeing your hips wiggle up to his pelvis reassured him that you liked it.

So he engulfed you from behind, “You like that?” he whispered into your ear, big hand smoothing over the curves of your body to get a good feel of it. “Want me to call you a good girl?”

You nodded into the plush pillow, “Yes please. I like it.” You mumbled into the fabric.

“Can’t hear you, speak up.” He smiled against the shell of your ear teasingly. “Daddy’s hard of hearing.” He joked.

You rolled your eyes at his dumb goofiness. For some reason you thought it would switch off in the bedroom, but no – he was just as much as a dumb good in and out of bed.

“ ‘call me your good girl, please. I like it.”

His cock twitched. He’d started rubbing and pressing his cock into you from the back. The way your thighs and plush little pussy hugged him was better than any dream – lucid or not. And he’s had a lot of lucid wet dreams of you. Of this, specifically; taking you from behind. In his dreams, he’s pounding into you so good that you cream and cream and cream all over him. He just hopes he can actually achieve that in reality.

When he lowers his hands and fists his cock a bit before running the head between your folds, a pang of nervousness strikes his chest. That feeling came over him – that realization that oh, I’m gonna have my first time.

“So pretty…” he compliments, one hand soothingly caressing around your pussy.

To you, it almost feels like he might have done this before – you’re not sure – with the way he lightly smacks his cock on your hole, and the way he tests your smallness by slipping his tip in and out, you think he’s probably got at least a bit of experience under his belt.

But no. No, not at all. Not even a little bit. In fact, before you, he only kissed two people – and the first didn’t count to him because he hated it, and the second also didn’t count apparently because he was just practicing with Suguru in anticipation of kissing you one day.

“Fuck me…” he hissed through his gritted teeth when he finally sunk more than his tip through your hole.

“Fucking didn’t expect it to feel this good…” he thought out loud. “Might bust right here… fuck.” He blurted, then proceeded to boyishly blush.

Little hole squeezing on his virgin cock, hips wiggling back to meet his pelvis and take him deeper, you pawed behind you to feel him. “Baby, I-I gotta tell you something.” He begins embarrassedly, the nervous twang in his voice is so unfamiliar that you look back at him. “I’ve never done this before…” after he said that he sucked in a breath through his teeth at the feeling of your hole tightening and untightening.

You blink at him, and he’s worried for a split second before you smile sheepishly and tell him that he’s your first, too. Well, that little fun fact is what made him snap his hips against your ass and start fucking into you like he was some sort of crazed animal. He felt dizzied with the rush of pleasure, so stirred by the feeling of your pussy sucking his cock – there was no comparable thing in the world to him right then. He was definitely gonna become a sex-crazed fiend after this night, he thought. Absolutely. How could he not?

“S’toruuu – right there right there!” you cried out his name with such a pretty, strained voice that it made him want to tell you he loves you.

“Here? You like it here?” he hit that spot harder and harder, the squelching sound so dirty that you almost felt ashamed for a second. “My good girl gonna cum like this? Yeah? F-fuck t-t-tell me when you’re close ‘cause I’m close – really fucking close – fuck fuck fuck ahhh ‘gonna cum!”

He’s driving into that sweet spot while he cums, spilling a warm creamy mess into the condom – completely falling to pieces. Gojo’s always been inclined to obsessing over things, and he knows right then – when he cums with your quivering pussy sucking him in – that he’s gonna be obsessing over sex with you after this.

“Keep goinggg ‘m gonna cum too, please!” you whimpered from underneath him. He heard you, he was attentive even though he was panting and dazed. His thrusts got sloppy and he weighted on your body more heavily, you could feel his heartbeat.

“Good girl – g-good girl, rub your pretty clit. Want me to do it for you? M’kay sweet thing, lemme get you there – ah yeah? That feel good? You like daddy’s fingers toying with this pretty pussy? Oh fuck you’re gonna cum aren’t you?” he breathed all that into your ear and it absolutely destroyed you, especially with how those intense blue eyes piercingly stared down at you from behind.

“Get that relief, pretty girl – cum all over me. Fuck, there we go – oh wow…” he hit another sweet spot, feeling you gush and writhe under his imposing frame got him close again. “Fuck, baby – just a second, j-just a second ‘m gonna get ‘nother condom, n-need to fucking cum in that pussy again.” He pulled out quick, fingers struggling to free his cock of his already filled lil’ rubber. Squeezing into another one was one of the fastest yet most frustrating things he’s done in a while – oh, you just know that he’s gonna ditch the condoms as soon as you give him the green light to do so. Patience, he thought. He’s gonna need patience and a lot of rubbers.

“Ah fuck me! Satoru!” you arched your back when he re-entered.

“ ‘m gonna cum again, baby – fuck – s-sorry is it too much?” he breathed into your neck. Sweat beaded down his torso, down his thighs – both your bodies pricked with just enough sweat to make it erotically uncomfortable.

You barely managed to tell him that it wasn’t too much because of the way he was sloppily hitting his cockhead into your pussy. Feverish, dazed, pussy-drunk and love-drunk, you felt his hot lips nibbling at your shoulder, then he unexpectedly sank his teeth into your skin. It wasn’t sore, but those canines were a bit sharp.

Muffled moans on your skin sent a shiver down your back, one that travelled to your ass and thighs.

Rolling off to the side, panting and laying exhausted and unmoving.

“Fuck.” He muttered as if to say that was mind-blowing.

“Fuck.” You agreed.

“And ya didn’t even tell me you were a virgin!”

“You didn’t tell me, either!” you giggled, rolling into his embrace.

“But it’s hot if the girl is a virgin!”

You laughed with him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked.

He stayed silent for a little while, pulling you closer and caressing your shoulder. The two of you stared up at the ceiling.

“It’s embarrassing.” He admitted. “There was a time I wanted to lose my virginity just so that when I finally got to you, I’d be able to please you better. But I’m glad I waited…”

“Mmm really?” you hummed, he felt your smile print on his chest.

“…yeah.” You could hear his little smile in his voice. “I’m glad I gave it to you.”

[sweetieviktor]

viktor x lab partner! reader (headcanons + tiny scenarios)

summary: working with viktor and jayce is all fun until you start wishing your lab partner was well.. your partner.

content warning: minor spoilers about season 1, arc 2 and fluff!!

author notes: im sorry for the waiting!! life has been chaotic and im pretty busy doing things but i've managed to finally write down this adorable request yeey! hope you like it :D

» working with the hextech genius and piltover’s golden boy surely wasn't an easy job. high expectations, sleepless nights, doing experiments and calculations all day...

» at first, it was difficult to blend in as part of the group. jayce and viktor had been good friends for a long time now, and being added as a scientist alongside them in their own lab seemed like something experimental, almost incorrect.

» but things soon started to fall into place. and just like two plus one is equal to three, in the late hours was the time you all could be more free, more like your true selves. maybe it was the sleep deprivation, but it finally felt like there was a little place for you after all.

» whenever you needed to breathe a bit of fresh air and they were too focused on some research, you would go out and get them lunch on your way back. when you return to the lab, jayce would welcome you with a side hug and such a big smile that it could possibly blind you, while viktor would thank you with a little nod and a ghost of a smile on his lips.

» on these lunch breaks, it was common for you to talk about anything and everything that came to your minds at the moment. the hextec, politics and the council, how chaotic or abnormally normal life has been, literally whatever.

“i swear, i can't stand councilor hoskel anymore! why does he never listen to me but when mel says the same thing, then he is all ears?” jayce said while running fingers through his hair, smothering the mess to it place again.

“maybe because you can't verbalize things as good as her?” viktor suggested, tilting his head to the side, taking a bite of the cookies you've got for them earlier. “eeh, i mean, she works at the council for quite a time, right? you're still new to it.”

it was true, of course, but there was one thing they didn't consider yet. “or maybe you just ain't a woman!”

“surely a smart remark, i must say.”

“NO!”

» of course there were times where you could be more relaxed, but almost everyday was the same: calculation, experiment, malfunction and all again. it was frustrating, but worth it. after all the failed prototypes and explosions (so many explosions), now it is finally working.

» also, going on all nighters is a common occurrence (but jayce can't work through the night, because in the day time he needs to attend on the council and can't be late, so the boy needs to sleep early) and when this happens, you often go get you and viktor a mug full of coffee and then continue working on whatever you've been up to.

» oh, and the hexcore. magic and science at once. runes and mathematics all together, the almost impossible and so ethereal dream.

» to be able to study it this close was one of the best things that happened to you, to see, understand and manipulate hextech was incredible. the soft blue light it casted on the lab walls was beautiful, but to see it shine against viktor's skin was a delightful sight.

» his disheveled hair, dark circles, cheek bones. all of the shadows in the right places. the shining amber eyes, his nose and, oh, janna, his mole, the one just above his lip. it drives you insane. like it was luring you into locking your lips on his.

“why are you looking?” he asked, still focusing on the source of the light in front of him, molding its runes, the core moving along it. “studying?”

“yes, yes!” your tone more high pitched than you intended to. shit. “just studying the... hexcore.” you tried to remain your voice at a normal level again, inhaling and exhaling to calm down.

pulling his goggles up, he let his head fall back, laughing, “i'm just messing with you,” he looked at you from between half closed lashes, smirking, “good to know you like to study this.”

» the stealing glances, the absolutely profissional soft touches, the desire for something more, something you couldn't quite have. godness, if you could use hextech to solve your love equation, you would. maybe it would be easier to focus on work with a little magic.

» but it was so hard to focus while he kept looking at you like this, calling your name so sweetly, brushing his fingers on yours whenever you handed him something. you were head over heels for him but why does it seemed so hard to just tell him how you felt?

» again, this love equation was a confusing one, but you wished that the cup of sweet milk you left alongside a little sticky-note saying “you + me = date?” for him to find on his workplace was enough to be called a confession.

» now, you were almost ready to head home, but first you needed to look for jayce and update him about the research you've been working on lately.

» and after doing so, you headed towards the academy's lockers, unlocking yours, sending the same sticky-note you left on the lab flying to the pale ground. when you picked it up, you noticed some words written just below yours. “this is an easy one! the answer is yes. so... at the coffee shop near the academy, at 4pm? – v.”

[k-n0-x]

Drunken confessions- Lucifer x reader- 100 Followers special! ✨

A/N- Hey everyone! This small one shot is a Luci x reader fic to mark my 100 followers special (It increased to 120 as I was writing this lmfaoaoao💀💀) per the poll I hosted not too long ago. We can't get enough of our favourite boy, can we

Tysm guys <3

Nsfw ahead!

🦢·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·🦢

You swirl the remaining amount of red drink in your cup, facing the only man that you love with all your heart.

“So, Apple Pie, this ain't so bad, right?”

Lucifer and yourself have been together for years.

Today marks the fifth year of such.

You guys have been through thick and thin together, and over the course of those years, his love for you only grew, especially when you saw Charlie as your own and she loved you as a mother in turn.

So much so that she decided to organise a ‘Super romantic, candle lit, heartfelt dinner’ (Her words, not mine) at her hotel.

Nonetheless, she really pulled off all the stops; that quirk just sort of comes with her personality.

Just like her father.

“Your daughter has really outdone herself this time Luci,” you place the glass cup on the table.

“Yeah, sshe's like that,” The demon king chuckles, drinking another glass of wine.

“Careful, you know how tipsy you can get darling,”

Your lover snickers.

“Asss if! Your’rre talking to the King of Hell here,” The rosy-cheeked demon takes your hand.

He hiccups.

“Oh yeah? Well, my king seems to be tripping over his words. Come on love, let's go upstairs,” You grab Lucifer by the arm, but he pulls you back into a hug.

“I love you sooooo much, my Songbird,” Lucifer plants his lips on yours, which you accept.

Kissing him is like eating : you need it to live, and it's exhilarating when you appreciate it, no matter how often you partake in it.

His hands trace up and down your back, reaching for the zipper at the back of your dress.

“Hey now? Cheeky are we?” You tease.

“Come on, my darling King, let's go somewhere more… private,” Seems like the alcohol caught up to you too.

Nonetheless, Lucifer displays a toothy grin and bridal carries you to one of the guest bedrooms upstairs.

The room was decorated with an array of shades of red. The bed was king size with plush pillows and a crimson sheet.

But more about that later.

Lucifer hungrily pounces on you, pinning you on the bed, painting bites and hickeys all over your neck, eliciting moans from you.

You tussle his platinum blond hair and your legs find themselves wrapped around your husband’s waist, as you both continue to make out passionately, rocking back and forth as one.

Things were getting steamy, and lo and behold, a familiar friend appears from Lucifer’s groin.

He pulls you closer, and you grind against him.

“Ugh, Sweetheart,” Lucifer groans from the pressure.

Lucifer’s hands frantically try to take off your dress by all means, pathetically wanting you, needing you.

You tsk.

“Needy, aren't we?” Your fingers drum gently on his flushed face, eyes lidded.

You sit on top of him, pretending to think, continuing to grind on him.

“Now, now, good things don't come fast…. but~,” You pause.

“Good boys deserve a reward, am I right?” You coo, the King of Hell whimpering at the words in agreement.

Even though you've done this countless times, it’s still amusing how you can bring the King of Hell down to a blubbering mess.

The alcohol sure does help though.

“Songbird- please- I can't take this anymore,”

“Ssh, It’s okay honey, just relax, you're a bit drunk right now. Let me take care of you,” you say as you pull down your partner’s trousers, letting his erect cock loose.

Lucifer zips down your dress simultaneously and it falls off of the bed. His lust-filled eyes look at your beautiful figure, truly enamoured by it.

Slowly, you let yourself sit on his throbbing dick, holding Lucifer’s face in your hands, whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

You could practically feel him itching to thrust himself in you, but refraining from doing so.

“My love please,” Lucifer whines as his hips buckle under your body, begging for any stimulation.

Finally (To Lucifer anyway) you start to shift and move around on his member.

When you started, both of you couldn't stop. Despite his position, he manages to pump in and out of you.

“Hng- Ahh, Yes! Right there, ng-” your wet folds expand to his cock, and your arms claw at his back, you moan at each and every thrust that reaches within you.

“Don't stop- Oh God I'm about to-” before you could even sputter the words out, your orgasm makes you shiver and draw heavy breaths along with Lucifer’s cum filling up your hole, thin ropes of it glazing down his manhood.

You feel the demon’s wings wrapping around you in an embrace, closing you both from the world; it's only you and him.

“Angel?” Lucifer mumbles into your shoulder.

“Hm?”

“I love you so much. Thank you for being mine,”

“And the same from me Luci,” You gently peck his beautiful face.

꧁ꕥ❂♕☻☹☻♕❂ꕥ❂♕☻☹☻♕❂ꕥ❂♕☻☹☻♕❂ꕥ❂♕☻☹☻♕❂ꕥ꧂

“Sooo, how was the dinner?” Charlie practically jumping up and down of her seat during breakfast the next morning.

Lucifer wanted to sleep in a bit, so you let him be upstairs.

“Perfect, Charlie,” You respond, sipping a cup of tea.

“Thank you,”

“Yo Charlie,” Angel pipes up.

“Seems like you may have a younger sibling sometime soon- ow!” you kick the porn star under the table.

Charlie flushes at Angel’s remark.

You groan at Angel’s smug grin.

Well, at least Charlie knows that you and her dad love each other.

Right?

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Word count- 913 words~

[octuscle]

My professor gave me a zero on my essay for no reason! I did the work! When I asked him why he said that it was because I was a jock and jocks always fail his class. It’s time for payback!

Seriously, what do you expect from a professor of German studies named Dr. Kurt-Heinrich Schulte Obermeier? He's a Westphalian lateral thinker with Prussian discipline oozing from his every pore. Immaculate hairstyle, perfectly fitting suits, first-class pressed shirts. Handkerchief and tie always coordinated with great taste. A luminary in matters of German post-war literature. And an asshole as a professor.

I am a natural scientist. Sort of. According to my self-image as a support staff member. I'm of the opinion that the world isn't a worse place with one less Germanist in it. If he spends his time on meaningful things instead of Günther Grass.

When he wakes up the next morning, he feels fresh and rested. Dr. Kurt Obermeier is one of the youngest research assistants to have ever worked at your university. He is cool. He knows he's clever. But he's a good tutor and even if he's always dressed a bit stuffy, you can have fun with him. Rather atypical for a German studies student, you can even meet him in the sports bar in the evening. When the German soccer league is on.

Curt Meier is a WASP like no other. Although half of him is not Anglo-Saxon but German. That's why he decided to study business administration and German studies. Out of pure interest. He doesn't need to earn any money anyway, he lives off his parents' money. And he lives off the occasional modeling job. Curt is New England incarnate. Cultured, educated. And in his beauty, he is unfortunately also a little boring. But what do you expect from someone who plays cricket?

Yo, dude! Check it out, this Curtis Meyers guy, man, he's like, totally not fitting in at the uni, you know? Button-down shirts? Rugby shirts? That ain't his vibe at all. He's all about football jerseys, bro. But honestly, he only throws those on when he has to. In German studies? Forget about it. The professor thinks he's gotta dress fancy? Ridiculous, man! If they kicked him out for that, he'd be damn happy. He only picked this damn major 'cause he thought it was gonna be all about Thor and Wotan and all those badass demigods, you feel me? They're awesome. But Rilke and Heine? Hell no. And their language, man! Who the hell came up with that? Must've had a sunstroke that day, dude. Oh, and what's up with the sun? Time to link up with the boys and toss some balls on the field...

Mike Curtis hated university, man. Those snobby dudes there were just dumbasses and annoying as hell. Too dumb to take out the trash properly. Too lazy to clean up their own mess. Keeping the campus clean was a crappy job. He especially hated that German Studies building. Full of stuck-up know-it-alls. All a bunch of weaklings. Supposedly Mike had some German great-grandfather or something. What a load of crap! What kind of dumbass has two last names? Anyway, Mike supposedly got his German looks from him. Also bullshit! That was all sweat and hard work in the gym. Mike didn't inherit nothing. He earned everything he got. And he was damn proud of it!

Mike is not a jock in the strict sense of the word. But certainly more than Professor Dr. Schulte Obermeier. I don't think you have anything more to fear from him, Bro. As long as you separate the garbage properly.

[aliceinxreaderhell]

Drabble

Thinking about Soap and reader who are just brats with too much energy. And Ghost grabbing you like grabbing the scruff on a kitten. And dom ghost

Nsfw, including porn and alcohol ghoap x fem!reader

You've been saying Soap for a while now and it's great, you love him. And he comes home great, well as great as he can be after missions. But he's more focused he can pay attention more, then time goes on and you two just are brats to each other.

You start worry about an incompatibility between the two of you. Sex is great, but intense. And it's just so much for the two of you, it dwindles the longer he's on leave.

But then you meet his team, specifically he lieutenant. The meeting fun, some bar, booze is flowing and the Captain is covering the bill. Win-win situation.

But you start to notice little things as the night goes on. Johnny starts to bounce off the walls but Ghost steps in and tells him to settle. It's demanding, not harsh. Put him in his place.

He's good at it. You've never seen Johnny stop so fast.

Dom energy, you think. You move your glass to your lips, trying to hide your chuckle.

"What's so funny Bonnie?" You boyfriend asks.

"Don't worry about it" you smile.

You glance over to Ghost. With the mask you barely see his face. But it's undeniable the look he give you.

Behave, don't be cheeky.

It's so hard not too.

So you don't. Too many drinks have passed and your bolder. Attached to Johnny a little bit more, lips a bit looser few more swears few more innuendos.

Johnny and you stagger home. Ghost- no, Simon behind to make sure you don't fall into a river or blow something up.

Simon forces the two of you to the couch. He hands both of you waters to attempt to sober you up.

"Drink." He says, "don't spill anythin' and make a mess"

He's standing behind the couch, practically looming over the two of you. You can't tell if he's annoyed or amused taking care of you.

It's bad, it's makes you so wet how he commands. Your too drunk to even realize what your body is reacting to.

"Don' worry, I can't make a mess, I only know how to swallow," you wink at him as Johnny laughs, spitting his water all over himself.

"Well Johnny might need some practice, he's always been a messy eater." You laughing with him now.

He leans down, grabbing Johnny by the back of his Mohawk, pulling him back.

"Back home and at base huh? Always so fucking messy ain't you Johnny?" It's playful, dominate though, he's asking to be answered.

You know that look in Johnny's face. He's enjoying this. Even if he wants to deny it, the bulge in his pants won't help his case.

You thank whatever God that's listening. You know sober you would have more question, be more apprehensive. But it's been a good night. So really, why stop?

You curl up onto Johnny's side. Giving him a small peck on his neck.

"He's very messy, I think he just needs some practice." He moans, loudly, as you place you hand over his clothed cock.

"Yeah? Wanna practice on your little birdy, show me how you clean up?" He hand slides from the back of his neck to his throat, not loosing eye contact.

You can't help yourself, desperate for more of anything you start to undo his pants, pulling his aching cock out.

"Oh? Maybe little birdy wants to show me how much of a mess you'll make?" You could hear the smirk in his voice. "You want em' too? You'll have to ask."

You move down, desperately wanting to suck off Johnny. But Simon catches you by the back of you neck before you can get far.

"Johnny, ask nicely." You love hearing him being put into place.

Your head feels so nice and fuzzy. In part of the alcohol and the other part of you slipping into a sub space.

God you want to hear him beg.

"Tell er' you want your dick sucked til you cum, baby" you hope this night never ends.

"S-suck me off birdie" His voice already sounded so good to your ears, begging though? Like angels have blessed your house.

Simon pulls your head up to face him.

"Boy's being good, get on your knees."

~~

Oops wrote this at work, idk where this came from lmk if you want more

[ivysangel]

in an alternate universe partition was written about dick grayson because it's so him i just KNOWWW he'd do that shit!! with his cocky smile and everything 🤭

NONNIE NONNIE NONNIE !!!!!!! saw this ask half asleep while checking my notifs and had to force myself to get some rest instead of answering it bc i got SO excited even in my delirious half asleep state. obviously i'm listening to it rn while writing this, like NONNIE ??? i'm smiling, literally not joking i'm cheesin like a fucking loser. quick ro lore before we get into the GOOD stuff: massive beyoncé stan, MASSIVE partition stan !!!! massive music lover and pop culture fiend too like this might just be my favorite ask ever. anyway.

who said in an alternate universe bc it's definitely this one. i literally ghostwrote the song with dick grayson in mind err? like i do just wanna be the girl he likes (everybody point and laugh). like the song, aside from being about super hot sex, is about being so into your partner that you'll give everything to them, do anything for them, put all this effort into catching their eye as if you don't already have it. 'take all of me i just wanna be the girl you like' (cassie in euphoria s2 is that u?) IS SOOOOOOOOOOO REAL TO ME !!!!! like i would do anything for him. (side note, why am i listening to partition and hearing jay on the bg vocals? like am i going insane orrr)

(everything under the cut is just smut)

'he popped all my buttons and he ripped my blouse/he monica lewinski'd all on my gown' and 'took forty-five minute to get all dressed up and we ain't even gon' make it to this club' ??? oh exactly. you put all this effort into looking good for him, and unlke CASSIE in eufuckingphoria season 2, it works out for you oh my god it does. 'driver roll up the partition please/i don't need you seein' yoncé on her knees' bc...car sex. but you're not going to a club, no it's a wayne enterprises gala and you don't even get there until hours later because you're almost fully naked in the back seat getting dicked down by dick grayson !!

'handprints and footprints on my glass, handprints and good grips all on my ass' ugh real music literally real fucking music. you're straddling him as he manspreads, cock buried in you, and your fingernails are digging into the black leather seats. his ties been loosened, shirt opened, and there's red smudged on top of blooming hickeys. the glass is foggy, the only semi clear parts being your handprints from when the pleasure got overwhelming. 'now my mascara runnin', red lipstick smudged/oh, he so horny yeah, he want to fuck' like it's dick grayson, he'd fuck you into next week on a normal day so ofc he'd do it when you get all dolled up. ofc everyone's wondering when pretty boy grayson's gonna make an appearence in front of the flashing cameras. 'over there i swear, i saw them cameras flash' rolls down the partition just a smidge, to tell the driver to park somewhere private so you're not caught in an extremely compromising position. not that he really cares, everyone already knows he gets play anyways, it's more about your comfortability. tits out and pussy facing the world, on the cover of tmz and shit bc he got just a bit too cocky. no never that.

'cheauffer eavesdroppin' tryin' not to crash' you and the driver both end up getting a tip that night. he's sorry, he really is. but he just couldn't resist you, not when you were dressed like that. your intention was to have amazing mind blowing sex with dick that night but not in the back of a moving car. 'driver roll up the partition, please/i don't need you seein' yoncé on her knees' bc it was just supposed to be some quick head and now his pants are ruined, your dress is torn, hair messed up on both ends, and the amount of hickeys between the both of you is concerning.

you'd do it all again tho, and he knows you would. shit, he would too !!! and that's so evident in the way he teases you for the next few weeks about it. asking if he should take the dress to the dry cleaners knowing it looks like you'd been in a fight, suggesting you wear the lipstick shade from that night, asking if you need a cheauffer anytime you have to go anywhere, and giving you knowing looks everytime someone asks why you guys showed up at the gala over an hour late. "wardrobe malfunction and car trouble." he says with a smile. it looks normal to whoever you're talking to but you know it holds a level of cockiness that is so completely unfathomable, a level of cockiness he only gets when he fucks you.

(got a little carried away nonnie my b. ughh how i love a good lyrical breakdown, even out of order lol. seriously, this made my day. literally woke up and got straight to it. did not proofread this bc i...just woke up lmao)

[dumbd3m0nzart]

A NEW KILLER IN TCSM AND LEAKED VOICE TRANSCRIPT?!!

SHE LOOKS SO CUTE!!! I CAN’T WAIT FOR HER TO RELEASE SO I CAN GO CRAZY!!!!!

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Apparently her ability is made to lure victims into a state of false security until another one of the family members strikes? I wonder how well that could execute in game without it being so op?? Honestly seems like a very interesting concept from the voice transcripts she seems to be a big crybaby which honestly who doesn’t love crybaby murders? I’m definitely not gonna complain!

(Dolly’s Leaked Voice Transcripts)

/To make it easier to read I’ll color code her responses!/

Interacting with the family (Dolly Hart)

Dolly Sees Sissy

“(crying) I can’t do this, I can’t.”

“Awh sugar, what's with those tears? Ain’t you having fun?”

“(crying continues) No.”

“Nancy is really startin’ ta get on my nerves.”

“Pay no mind to the old woman Doll, she's just a bit upset that her boy is payin' more attention to you than he is her.”

“I’ll try.”

“I-I’m really not supposed to be talkin to ya.”

“Did Johnny tell ya that sugar? Don’t listen to him..I’m always here if ya wanna have girl-on-girl talk!”

“S-sounds like fun! But let’s keep this secret please.”

“Of course sugar, whatever ya say. (laughter)”

“(crying) It’s everywhere, they’re everywhere.”

“Come on Dolly, smile! I know you aint used to this but it gets easier over time I promise!”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“(crying)”

“(fake crying) Is this makin ya feel better? (small laughter)”

“(crying elevates) NO!”

“You haven’t seen Johnny have ya?”

“Sweety with all due respect how do ya put up with the bastard?”

“Oh well, he’s real sweet to me when he wants ta be even when he gets mad I know he means well.”

“(laughter) Well good luck you sure got yer hands full.”

Dolly Sees Drayton/Cook

“Where are they, damnit.”

“Hey you! Doll or whatever go roun' back and check on those damn gates. Make sure they're nice an' secure understood?”

“Y-yes sir! I’ll g-get right on that!”

“(crying)”

“Quite that damn cryin’ before I give ya somethin’ ta cry about ya here girl?!”

“(crying) O-okay.”

“An' quit just noddin' at everything I tell ya dammit! Like some damn beaten ol' mutt, I swear there isn't any normal person roun' here. (annoyed grumbling)”

“Umm D-Drayton, not to be a bother but who’s this girl Johnny seems to be so fond of?"

“That damn girl is the soul reason we're in this mess! If that boy woulda jus' stop bringin' all of them girls to the property, we wouldn't be chasin' roun' stupid kids!”

"T-There are more of em?”

“Drayton you really gotta show me some of your recipes, yer cookins real good!"

“Quit tryna butter me up, and focus on actually gettin' the job done instead of havin' everyone finish it for ya!”

“Yes sir. (disappointed sigh)”

“Y’know that recipe ya showed me last time?”

"(annoyed sigh) Yes Dolly, I remember."

“Could ya show me again? I umm forgot what goes in the sauce.”

"Jus' ta stop yer yamerin' I’ll show ya again once we kill all these damn vermin okay?”

“Okay!”

Dolly Sees Johnny

“(crying)”

“I really do love it when you cry, Dollface. (laughter)”

“(slighty aggitated) Johnny who’s this girl everyon' sayin' yer so fond of?"

“Awh c’mon Doll, yer not jealous now are ya? You know yer always gonna be enough for me, Dollface.”

"R-really?!”

“(crying) Johnny, I wanna go back home."

"You think I wanna be here all day chasin' these vermin'?"

"(crying) N-no I jus-"

"(tuts and taunting) Awh, cmon' Dollface quit poutin' already an' help us out with that little act of yours.”

“(screams of distress) Help me! Get it off! Get it off!”

“What's the matter, Doll, can't handle a bit of blood? (laughter)”

"(hums "Look At Your Love" Sissy's song)"

“You ain't talking to that hippie now are ya darlin?"

“(stops humming and in panic) N-no! I would never!”

"(sadistic tone) You know I'll find out if you are."

“(small cries) Johnny, you love me, right? You promised you wouldn't leave me, right?"

“Nancy tellin' ya shit again? (annoyed sigh) Don't worry, Doll, I'll handle her. You just keep yer distance.”

"Okay."

“Johnny! C-can I stick with ya for a bit? I don’t w-wanna be alo-"

“(frustrated sigh) Dolly Baby, why don’t you go and smash some heads in, instead of hoverin' all over me like a damn dog and let me finally breathe!”

"(crying) I-I’m sorry."

“(crying) There’s so much blood."

“Bloody and a Crybaby, darlin' you really are for me! (laughter)”

"I-I am?”

“I can’t knock 'em down right with this no matter what, they just keep runnin'!

“What not likin' the mallet? Try smashin' harder, so that way you can get the job done much faster. Now isn't that an idea, sweet thing?"

"Ah! O-Okay I’ll make ya proud!”

"(laughter) I’m sure you will.”

Dolly Sees Nancy

"(crying then gasp of realization) Shit, not her."

“Of course yer crying. What else would you be doing? Yknow, I can't wait till my Johnny finally gets bored of ya."

“(sniffs) Johnny cares about me more than anything in the world I know he does, right?”

"Just like all the others, you ain't nothing special. (laughter)”

“Nancy.”

“Heard you and Johnny tusslin' trouble in paradise, Doll? (laughter)

"(verge of tears) Please not now."

"Oh girl, you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into. once he's done with you, I'll make sure to take care of you myself.”

"Johnny doesn't want me talkin' to ya leave me alone."

“Stilk fallin' for his act, huh? Johnny may like ya, but does he actually love ya? (laughter)”

“Nancy have you seen any of em kids around?"

“Of course, you’d let one get away! (frustrated grumbling) Well? Go get 'em I ain’t helpin' ya!”

Dolly Sees Nubbins/Hitchhiker

"Nubbins, do ya have any idea why Nancy is so I don't know mean all the time."

“I d-don't get why that old lady’s all mean t-to you! Y-yer pretty, and nice a-a-and she's just a m-mean o-ol hag that's what!”

“(sniffs) That’s real sweet of ya Nubsie.”

“(crying) Why can’t they just die."

“W-Why you al-always cryin' for? Don't you ever get a headache from all that w-whining?”

"(crying dies down) O-oh umm yeah b-but I’ve gotten used to it by now.”

"Sissy says I should use more accessories as a way to get Johnny to notice, but I'm not sure what?"

“I think a nice b-bone bracelet would l-look real nice on you! I c-can make you one if you want! (laughter)”

“(gasp) R-really?! I would love that, thank ya, Nubsie. I really do appreciate it. I can’t wait to see it!”

“(crying)"

“Yknow the o-only reason they pick on ya is because y-yer to nice gr-grow some b-backbone o-once in a-awhile!”

Dolly Sees Bubba

“Heya Care Bear!"

"(affection grunting)"

"Woah n-now! Don't get so close swingin' yer chainsaw aroun it could hurt someone.”

“(crying) I don’t think I can do this by myself, Bubs. I really don’t wanna hurt em.”

"(very concerned grunting)"

“Yer lookin' real s-scary with that blood all smeared."

"(very concerned grunting)

"Don’t worry I’ll help ya clean yer mask once this is all over.”

“Heya Bubs, how's the huntin' goin' for ya?"

"(happy/affection grunting)"

"(laughter) I'm glad yer havin' some fun."

“If I find one of em you’ll be the first to know!”

"(comforted grunting)"

Dolly Sees Hands

“Wow Johnny wasn’t kiddin' y-you really are an intimidatin man.”

“I heard a lot bout yer hunts with Johnny, ya mind teachin' me a thing or two? (nervous laughter)”

"Not much of a talker, huh?"

“(crying) I-I can’t do th-this alone."

"(silence)"

"(sniff) Ya min' given me a hand? (laughs lightly)”

"(small laughter)"

“Hands! Glad I caught ya when I did. You wanna try this new recipe I’m workin on for Johnny it's with h-hum- well meat."

"(grunts in affirmation)"

"I’ll t-take that as a yes”

“(screaming in terror) Oh! (laughs lighty) it's just you."

"(grunts in affirmation)"

"Ah, silent, but deadly I’ll have to learn from that.”

Match Start Intro

“H-how did they escape?! God, this needs to end quickly.”

“Of course, the cat plays with their food and the mice find a way to run wild. I really don’t wanna hurt em.”

“(crying) W-why couldn’t they have just stayed in the damned basement and die! Ya’ll kids better die this time.”

“Don’t worry Johnny I’ll make ya proud. I hope.”

Idle

“(crying) I never wanted to do this yknow but you gave me no choice I have to kill ya now!”

“Sissy was right it really does get easier the more I do this.”

“(laughter with tears) I really am a terrible person.”

“This is gettin' old! Come out already!”

“I can’t do anything right. (crying) Hell! I can’t even kill someone right!”

“What was it that Sissy said to me once? Laugh and smile and everything will get easier. (Manic Laughter) Yeah, no.”

“Go ahead, lil bunnies. The big bad wolf is gonna find ya soon enough.”

Feed Grandpa

“Don’t bite me, Don’t bite me, Don’t bite me!”

“Open wide, don’t choke now.”

“(crying) Please, let this work Johnny’s countin' on me…”

Find Hidden Victim

“(screams in excitement) I actually found one!”

“(crying) like a dog I’ll always fetch!”

“Run.”

“(crying) You're all real bad at hidin’ no wonder they always find ya.”

“You think yer hidin will do ya any good (laughter) then yall are dumber than you look!”

“(crying) Don’t hide without me! Make some room!”

Hit Enemy

“GRAH! Just stand still will ya!”

“(crying) Can’t ya see I’m tryin' to help! Just let me take away yer sufferin' already!”

“(crying) This is hurting me more than its hurtin ya.”

“Cry all ya want! (crying) It won’t change anythin!”

“(crying and laughter) Yall are making this way too easy. I feel real bad for ya.”

“Trust me, it's better if I’m the one who kills ya!”

Dolly See Blood Trail

“Looks fresh, your close ain’t ya.”

“(crying) You poor things I’m so sorry you havta suffer like this, I’ll help ya don’t worry”

“So much blood.”

“The more blood yall lose the easier it will be when he finds ya!”

“Well looky here a little red road!”

“(crying) This will be yalls demise.”

See Enemy First

“Run rabbit. (crying) Run!”

“Oh c'mon now, don’t just run off without me!”

“Just a few smacks to yer pretty lil skull will do the trick trust me!”

“(crying) I can see you.”

“I ain’t gonna bite ya! I promise.”

See Enemy Sub

“Johnny’s gonna be real pleased once I tell him how I found ya’ll!”

“It’s over. You better start runnin'. (crying) Right now!”

“Found ya!”

“(crying) Don’t even try runnin' it’s useless now.”

Encounter Start

“(crying and struggling) Let go of me!”

“(laughing with tears) well, looky here! Cmon, kill me! Yknow ya wanna!”

“Don't you dare, touch what's his!”

“Try me! I dare ya!”

“(crying) I just wanted y’all to die. Is that too much to ask?! Huh?!”

Exit Interaction

“AH! This could’ve ended badly. Good thing I caught it before any of em really did run off.”

“God this is frustratin’ just stay on dammit!”

“No wonder I didn’t hear no vroom an’ boom!”

Lose Enemy First

“Dammit, dammit, dammit! Johnny’s gonna be so mad!”

“No! This isn’t how it’s supposed to go!”

“Gah! (crying) The hunt just started, and I already messed up! Shit!”

“(crying) Johnny, trust me, this isn’t my fault.”

Lose Enemy Sub

“Run all ya want I’ll find ya! I hope.”

“Go ahead, run from fate!”

“(crying) No, please! Let this end! For the both of us.”

“(crying) Come back! Please I’m beggin' ya, please!”

Lose Enemy Long

“Yall were already dead the very moment you set foot on this place.”

“(crying) The more yall struggle the more painful this is gonna be!”

“I know yer here come on out! This is pointless. Please just go away.”

“I was like the rest of y'all once I too ran from death, but look at me now head over heels for him. I’d do anythin’ for my Johnny.”

See Family Member

“Keep yer eyes peeled they're here, somewhere”

“(crying) O-Oh! I didn’t see ya there. I’ll be quiet now.”

“I-I need yer help, please?”

See Trapped Victim

“Like a bug, disgusting.”

“(crying) That looks like it hurts! Here let me help!”

“I told ya, didn’t I? We’d find ya one way or the other, dead or alive.”

“Go ahead! Struggle, easier for me ta kill ya this way.”

“(crying) Please understand this is really for the best.”

“I-I need ya to stop movin yer makin' it harder to aim.”

See Victim Escape

“No, no, no, no, no! (cries and screams in frustration) What am I gonna do!? What am I gonna do?!”

“No wait! Please don't go! Please! Let me free you!”

“Bleed, bleed out, and die for all I care (crying) I tried helpin’ ya but yer too stubborn to care!”

“They got away, shit! (crying) I really am useless. What’s Johnny gonna do with me now if I can’t even finish the job! N-no, he wouldn’t do anything like that. Would he?”

“(crying) Johnny. I need Johnny!”

Use Ability Blocked

“They ain’t nearby yet. Gotta wait for the right time.”

“I don’t see anyone here.”

“Can’t deal with crowds. Gotta wait till they scatter.”

“No one is here to help.”

Use Ability

“Help! Help me! Please?!”

“No please don’t hurt me! Please someone help!”

“We gotta run! We gotta hide!”

“Y-yer not one of 'em are ya thank god! (crying)”

“(crying) Please, don’t leave me alone. I’m scared!”

“(crying) We’re not safe here! Please, we have to go!”

Use Ability Success

“I’ll take us somewhere safe! I promise.”

“(crying) I’m so glad you stayed. I was so scared, please don’t leave me.”

“(crying) I was stuck here for so long. I’m glad yer here to protect me.”

“You got so much blood on ya, I’ll clean ya right up once we're out of here!”

“We’re gonna be safe again, I just know it.”

Execution

“(crying) I’m sorry! You gave me no choice!”

“(crying) Blood, blood so much blood!”

“Why won’t you stop twitchin'!?”

“(crying) I'm sorry I'm sorry, I'm sorry!”

Isn't she so cool! I need to know more of her lore, honestly. Can't wait for them to talk about her next stream if they even do.

(I hope ya like my oc!!!)

[respectthepetty]

Pride Petty Watch - LiTA (Rain/Payu) 1

Because I'm petty, I had the crowd pick which blacklisted shows I would watch for the month of Pride. I had planned to space them out more, but due to wacky weather over here (tornadoes, thunderstorms, softball-sized hail, and flash flooding), I had plenty of time to binge watch the first show, Love in the Air, which perfectly aligns with my real life theme of stormy weather, so I'm posting my random thoughts in five parts, two for each couple and the special episode.

I'm seated, I'm watching, and I'm being petty.

It starts at "2:00 AM" - Oh no. Nothing could happens at 2 in the morning, and the time just keeps going. This event isn't even going to begin until 3 AM?! Take me home, NOW! I don't care how fine these men are. I'm stopping for mini churros at Jack in the Box on the way home and going to bed. I'M OUT!

I've seen plenty of pictures of Boss in the past two years, but I still lost my breath a bit when he took off his mask because he was looking delicious in the rain.

RAIN WANTS A GIRL?!

Out of everything I saw about this show, NOBODY mentioned that Rain was trying to get a girl. I'm shook. That's a huge part of the plot I never saw mentioned. There were rumors of the actor (Noeul) being with Milk (of MilkLove), and I saw more of THAT in connection to this show than about him liking a girl within it. Where are y'alls priorities?! *looks at Tonnam and breathes deeply*

Payu's room is IN the garage? But what about the fumes? What about the noise? What about a good work/life balance?!

😬😬😬

I don't care if this boy is snuggling in his sleep, Payu is on my shit list! Instead of being like "oh, I misunderstood the signals," he pushed harder then got upset. Even if Rain secretly does want him, I need a verbalization. This is the end of the first episode, and I'm mad as hell at a bisexual on the first day of Pride. Damn.

Start of episode two and I know Rain's voiceovers are there to make me not be upset at Payu, but . . . I'm pissed at this man! He did all of that work, said it was free, but now there is "another" charge, then he shows up at this boy's school when he could've just talked to him at the shop, and feels him up in the bathroom stall. I am BIG mad!

I will admit, this is hot. Still very mad at my fellow bisexual for him saying he wasn't trying to force himself on Rain (even though he was about to mark a map on that boy's neck), but they got chemistry.

My fellow Slut for Christ, only God can judge you, but know that I am too.

All racetracks look the same so Pit Babe and Cutie Pie could have been filmed here for all I know, but I have this at 1.5 speed, unmuted, so I hear this is a legit hype rap song. WEARETHEGOOD's "Threat" with these colors?! Energy? Matched.

HE IS SPANKING HIM?!

I don't kink shame but both people should be willing participants in this endeavor. Then just to drop him on the floor like that?! That does not inspire trust! This is not Blue Boy behavior, sir! But this lecture after is. That is what I need from you. Remind him that this isn't some petty school shit but actual gangstas he is messing with. Remind him that he can't be reckless. THAT'S HOW BLUE BOYS GET KISSED!

Now it's a competition? Payu wants to fuck Rain so badly he looks stupid, yet Rain is over here saying he is going to make Payu want to fuck him, what? harder? What is this all about?!

What do you mean you didn't want to show Rain your bad side? Has all this been your good side up until this point?! Cause, dead ass, this side ain't looking that great either with you being upset you weren't sleeping with him on the first night and stalking him. So you're going to get worse?

Y'all can't sucker me in with red and blue colors. I Told Sunset About You tried that, and I'm still being petty about it. But whose house are we at now?! This is a different room than before. Payu got multiple places?! In this economy?

Prapai strolling in all happy because he had a good night . . . Sir, I'll get to your ass soon because I know how you got that happiness, and you are on the same shit list as your fellow bisexual bestie.

I am Sky and our judgement cannot be measured.

TWINS?!

All this blue between these two yet they are straight up lyin' every two seconds. The fuckery.

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!

I would've let him turn it in, but I appreciate that he looks so good while looking so sad with that warm glow.

Payu gets one positive point for leaving his arms open for Rain to come to him, but now that warm glow feels sus like maybe I should be paying more attention to Rain's yellow/orange backpack.

And now for a negative point because even though I keep seeing black x white, Payu stays morally grey by playing with this boy's emotions and hiding from him in his own shop! These after scenes are not doing Payu any favors.

Payu, do I like you? Do I hate you? Do I wanna fuck you? Do I wanna kick you in the balls? All of the above?

Guess I'll find out in the next three episodes.

[makedatmoneymayne]

✨✨Welcome (Backity Back) to The Boys: Pt.3✨✨

Antony Starr x Black Reader(Khadijah) x a wee bit of Chace Crawford

[Side note: I don't proofread until wayy later and i'm also trying new things each chapter. So if there is any confusion JUST BEAR WITH ME. Hope you still enjoy though🙂]

~This one's a bit longer~

Warnings: SMUT, fluff, exhibitionism, drinking and Chace😃

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Khadijah's POV❤️

After that embarrassing ass day, Khadijah went out and got some drinks with the girls. Ughh singing horribly and just clumsy as fuck in front of him too whyyyy.

"Them shots need to hurry the fuck up neow." she blurt out impatiently tapping her foot.

"The fuck you so up tight for? We just found some seats in here, relax." Julaya says slightly impatient too but for something, more like someone, totally different.

"Heh what, Jessie not textin back quick enough?" Kapoia laughs grabbing one of the shots at just arrived.

Before anyone could grab anymore or say anything, she downed 3 of them back to back leaving 7 more left. Feeling the liquor burn away every last ounce of embarrassment that she had left for the night.

"Daaaayyyuuuuummm!!!" They say in unison.

Khadijah looked over already feeling it, "I'm cool, what was you gonna say Julaya?"

"Baby we ain't ask if you were cool we know you still trippin out over that embarrassing shit you did earlier" Kapoia shakes her head. "Just slow the fuck down alright we gotta flight in the morning.

Oh shit. She had totally forgot Eric asked her to cater again but for the people at comic con. Of course her ass said yes just to go get drunk right after the question was asked.

"Alright alright I'll slow down" raising her eyebrows at them.

They breathe a sigh of relief only to be cut off by Khadijah calling for more shots. "Alright go on Julaya." she gave her, her full attention.

"We aint even fini- you know what, nevermind yeah he isn't texting back. I mean okay they might have to wake up early tomorrow but it only takes two secs to text at least "Hey" you know?" her words were slurred throughout her sentence due to her taking more shots.

"I'm so sorry Julaya, I wanna give you advice but uhhm girl. These drinks kicking my ass." Kapoia mumbles into her hands as she rubbed her face.

"It will be okay girl he looked like he was damn near in love with you when yall was joggin to the car." Khadijah says now completely done after MANYYY rounds of drinks.

"Let's go the fuck homeeeee, I can't do no moeee." Kapoia whines trying to straighten up, eyeing this brown skinned baddie with a long curly afro before putting her head back down.

Khadijah and Julaya collectively cackle at her. "You a mess when you drunk K, had that girl looking worried." Julaya said still laughing.

"Yeah yeah hush and let's go home." she damn already near at the door. We followed her out sorta stumbling to call an uber.

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Khadijah tossed and turned in her bed after having a nice long shower. He was on her mind so much it interrupted her sleep. Right on cue she got a simple message just saying hi, and it's from ANTONYYYY. She couldn't help herself just getting that message alone, imagining his face, she had to get some relief.

Rubbing her soaked bud, she let out the most nastiest moan. Khadijah texted him back letting him know she was already thinking about him. She had to shut the fuck up though real shit, Julaya and Kapoia ass probably asleep. A naughty thought came to mind, she grabbed one of her four pillows, putting it near her feet.

Propping up her phone on the pillow, showing her now naked body glistening from the light next to her. Hitting the timer, she got into position, posing, opening her legs as wide as possible.

Once the pic was taken Khadijah wasted no time sending it to him showing him how much she was thinking about him even slipping the word "daddy" in there because she knew he'd go wild from that alone. He took fucking forever to answer. For some reason, she felt like she was in the wrong and began to ask if he liked it kind of apologizing just in case he didn't. Before she could finish her third message, she saw a blurred video.

Opening it Khadijah gasped, pussy immediately throbbing and wet. This nigga is moaning her name stroking that long thick pipe. She was deadass hooked

She immediately got to texting him if they could meet up tonight she NEEDED that. He sadly declined but said they'd meet again soon after his interviews. Going back to the video, she's actually salivating for this man. Khadijah got up on her knees at a slight angle to ride her own fingers, she used two of her fingers to act as if it was his dick she was riding, his video on rewind. She propped her phone back up right back up behind her, feeling herself about to cum.

Riding her fingers at a fast tempo, gripping the headboard with her other hand, making sure her ass shook in the frame for him to see. She started to cum but this time around, it felt like more, almost like she was gonna- before she could register what the fuck was going on, her body jolted forward and a stream shot out of her hitting her camera so hard it paused the recording.

"Oh shit no no no my phoneee." Khadijah panicked a little still sending him the video with a message saying she'd be waiting for him. Sitting her phone on the nightstand, she headed to the shower, finding it funny he has to catch a flight too tomorrow. Paying it no mind she hopped in the shower, after, going straight bed.

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Khadijah was late. She's usually never late but this morning she was pretty fucking late and all because she was being fucking horny. She hoped damn near prayed Antony remembered nothing. Last night wasn't particularly her. Sober Khadijah would've just had a simple convo. Now this 46 year old nigga know how her pussy looked. THEY BARELY EVEN SPOKE.

"WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG!" "YOU AINT GOT NO NIGGAS SO WHAT HAPPENED!" Kapoia started and Julaya finished.

Khadijah's head was hurting like hell from the hangover and the thought of what she did with him. Now this?! She couldn't be asked, walking past them going straight to cooking. "Shhh im here now lets get going I got all our bags in the car ready."

After setting up the shop, Khadijah and the girls leave the other workers to take their shift for 2 weeks.

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When they finally land it's night time already. Yawning to herself, Khadijah tells the girls, "It's hella pretty yall trust i get it, but it's cold and we need to get to the hotel Eric bought for us. He for-real got us our own rooms too."

"Okayyy Big Bank Erik not the little one!!" Julaya yells getting her stuff for the taxi ride to the hotel.

"Ouuu dis noiiiiceeee." Kapoia says astonished taking picture of the hotel exterior.

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The sun's still setting and Khadijah NEEDED a picture of it from this beautiful view Eric gave her in her room. Right after she took the picture of it, her phone starts ringing for a FaceTime call, it the girls group chat.

"He hooked us the fuck up yall ion know this window lookin real fuck-on-able you know." Julaya sighs into the phone. It was a ceiling to floor window giving an amazing view in each of their rooms.

"Hell yea I could get one of these fine New York ladies to come see bout me on this window." Kapoia adds on.

"How the fuck yall gone fuck on the window?! Don't yall gotta scissor nd shit?" Julaya pauses after saying that "THE STRAAAAAPPP OHHHHHH GO AHEAD DEN K!!"

"Yall mfs are something elsee, ima go to bed love yalll." Khadijah said before hanging up, melting into her covers getting Antony out her mind for tonight.

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Khadijah and the girls woke up the next morning, freshening up and throwing on their outfits for the day. Khadijah chose a two-toned brown floral skirt with a grey crop and a sweater. She also threw on a few accessories making her fit pop. Julaya wore a khaki skirt with a Supernatural shirt tied to crop and some sandals for comfort with earrings. Kapoia wore a compression short sleeve shirt with baggy black pants and combat boots with all the accessories included.

Once done getting dressed, they called an uber to the convention at 8am. When they got out the car, they saw all these people already standing in-front of the convention waiting for it to start.

"That's actually fuckin crazy." Khadijah said before they all walked into the back which led to the kitchen. They all turned on their music in their one airpod, so they can still hear and communicate with each other.

Music blasting in their ears, they got to baking wasting no time. Pies, Cookies, Croissants, Donuts, anything they could think of baking they baked it.

It was around 11:30am when they got done baking. Khadijah finished decorating each of the platters hoping the people coming to the convention would love it, they all still wondered who were the tv shows coming.

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12:30pm hit, everyone was in there packed to the brim. Five mins later, It was go time. All the girls plastered a smile on their faces serving all the people in the conference area where the tv show in question is being interviewed. Time passed of the girls serving, this guy goes up to the podium fucking up a jelly filled donut.

"Where the hell did that donut come from" Tomer said determined to get one.

Khadijah paid it absolutely no mind she thought maybe it was a random tv show.

"Oh shit! I forgot to mention to you all and my cast. I got my good friend Khadijah to come on back to cater these yummy desserts again." Eric said with excitement.

Khadijah's head slowly turned to them hoping he wasn't there somehow someway. Looking down the line of stars she was relieved.

"Yeah come on up here darling I'd love to admire your pie again." Antony said sensually and no-one noticed.

Her eyes went straight to his wondering how in the hell are they both here together. While she was trying to see if he was there, they were already thinking about having her come to them to give them the pastries. She glanced at the girls before walking up to the cast.

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Antony's Lil POV ting

I woke up energized surprisingly. This hotel is fucking beautiful and what'd make it more beautiful is if she was here, Khadijah. Her body was so beautiful over the phone but it just wasn't enough for me I need her here in New York with me. If she was here I'd fuck her on an instant only if she wants you know.

I got to the convention and started answering some good and some really fucking odd questions. Some weird looking man got up to the podium eating a donut like it was his last meal jelly everywhere. Before he asked the question I thought about her again, wondering if she made them, then i'd understand why he's eating it with no common sense.

"Where the hell did that donut come from" Tomer said what we were all thinking. We were all hungry for some reason it's funny.

"Oh shit! I forgot to mention to you all and my cast. I got my good friend Khadijah to come on back to cater these yummy desserts again." Eric said with excitement not noticing my face going into a sinister smile.

I see her, not too well due to the lights flashing at us but I could tell she looked beautiful. She hasn't noticed me yet, that's because i'm all the way on the end sort of.

"We need you up her Khadijah show off them pastries girl." Erin said already clapping

"Yeah come on up here darling I'd love to admire your pie again." I try to out on the best sexy voice I could muster up.

She saw me and looked at me with surpriseand confusion. I gave her a smirk and a head tilt telling her to bring her sexy ass up here. She came up on the side where'd i'd be the last one getting a pastry.

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Khadijah was up on the stage and was given a great big applauds from the crowd, some random dude yelling "THIS IS FUCKING DELICIOUS." She was damn near sweating from the anxiety.

"Alright you fuckers relax she's a nervous girl." Antony noticed it and told the crowd off after a while.

Chace gave him a knowing look with a goofy smirk. He whispered to Antony who was next to him "She's yours now?"

Antony shrugged and said "Hopefully soon enough."

Khadijah finally got to Antony, somehow he made an excuse to make her feed him the food everyone except Chace believed.

"Fuck me Khadijah" Antony said so low everyone thought he said feed me.

But she. heard. it. all. Her shaky hand holding a cream filled donut was inching to his mouth. He's so in her area, he purposely rubbed his knee constantly on her leg. Nobody is noticing this sexual tension but you two. Her panties were so soaked she had to close her thighs as he bit into the donut. It got all over his mouth. He licked it up still making eye contact. It felt like everything was in slow mo she couldn't take it.

"Thank you sexy" Antony said meaning every word until the last. Nobody thought anything of his words again due to his friendly personality.

Once she got off the stage, Khadijah ran discreetly to her girls who witnessed the whole thing.

"He wanna be in yo stomach real bad baby it's actually crazy." Julaya said all giddy and exciteted with her.

"Right i've never seen a man tell someone to fuck them on stage. He kinda smooth ian gone lie nah." Kapoia said putting her hands up medium height.

They all continued on talking and laughing in the other room so no-one would hear. People started flowing out making the halls really hard to get through. Khadijah felt her phone vibrate and so did Julaya and Kapoia's.

"Okay I love yall I gotta go J textin me nonstop." Julaya said scurrying off.

"Go get some dick baby just be straight up. I right witchya except i'm gettin pussy." Kapoia said with a nasty laugh. No one knew she was fucking with Erin.

Khadijah was left alone smiling to herself thinking her friends were a mess. She saw the message Antony sent and her heart started beating FAST. "☺️" Was all he sent. She was super fucking confused what that was supposed to mean.

"All alone?" Khadijah knew that voice from anywhere. She turned to see Antony giving her his signature sexy smile again.

She pulled him to a secluded hallway so they can talk and no one would see.

"You want me all to yourself huh?" She could stop her smile from showing. "Your smile is just so beautiful Khadijah." He started stroking her cheek.

She grabbed the hand that's on her cheek just to hold it.

"Im sorry Antony I dont wanna seem like I was going too far i ju-" Khadijah tried to rush out before being interrupted by him kissing her.

The kiss got serious when she wrapped her arms around his neck. He added tongue, reaching behind taking her going up as an opportunity to feel the weight of her fat juicy ass.

In the quiet dark separated hall they continued making out only taking a break to breathe. Beside the commotion from the on going convention all they can hear is their wet tongues battling each others. Antony won that battle moving his hands from her ass to lift her skirt to feel her moist panty covered mound.

"All that for me baby?" Antony asked as they stop their kiss with one last loud smack.

Their heavy breaths still going, Khadijah a little more heightened due to Antony now rubbing her panty covered pussy. Khadijah was thrusting her hips to Antony's rubbing, reaching down to unbutton his jeans.

She brought out his semi hard dick stroking it to life. He was moaning like crazy with her, nobody can hear them really anyway right?

Antony got down on one knee putting both hands on her ass, pulling her forward to eat her out. He gave her pussy one long lick sticking the tip of this tongue in before taking it out slurping her clit up. He did that nonstop growling into her pussy.

Khadijah gripped his head, riding his tongue giving his hair a tight grip. Mid moan she looked up at Chace who was watching them with wanting eyes. She gave him an air kiss before going back to moaning from the head she was receiving from Antony. She blinked and Chace was gone.

Antony wasn't paying attention, Chace was looking everywhere for Antony and well he found him alright. Once he heard moaning from Khadijah he had to stop and stare back her biting his lip wishing he was behind her fucking her while Antony ate you out. He soon left hot and slightly bothered giving an actual great excuse for them to have a bit more privacy time without letting anyone know you two were together.

On one side was a lovely wholesome convention, on the other side, Antony's fingers were now in her panties fucking her so good.

"Mm I've been waiting for this shit, had me on the plane cumming so hard to your videos again." Antony moaned feeling her hand stroking his tip, dick rock hard.

She couldn't speak she was clouding her mind. "oh.. ohhhh fuckk mmm." Was all she could get out. Antony took out his fingers and she whined to the loss of her orgasm coming.

"I need to be in you NOW." Antony growled gripping her by the neck with one hand the other opening the closet door next her both.

He took herinside the room, it was like a medium sized conference room for staff.

(Like this but without the windows)

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It was cute but Khadijah couldn't care about that right now. She was currently on her knees getting dick deep in her throat while a whole convention was going on.

"Mm fuck i'm loving that wet mouth." Antony let out this sexy ass moan. When she looked up at him his face was pure pleaser. He lifted his shirt and she saw his smooth sexy stomach. Khadijah had to feel his body, she put up both her hands to feel but before she knew it Antony took control grabbing her hands and pinning them on the wall so he could fuck her mouth.

"I'll tell you when you can touch me slut, keep giving me that mouth." He started a pace of fucking her mouth letting her drool all over her shirt. Her pussy even wetter than before from being called a slut.

Antony retracted his hips and picked you up giving you another extra sloppy tongue filled kiss. He snatched her sweater off and pulled her shirt down making it stretch around her waist "saving it for later" in his own words.

"These tits so fucking beautiful Khadijah." He salivated looking at the pierced nipples, hard and ready to be sucked.

He latched his mouth onto one while the rubbed, rolling his eyes back from the metallic taste.

"Ouhhhhhhh! daddy that mouth is so good." Khadijah couldn't keep quiet anymore letting out a series of "oh fuck! and daddy!"'s. When she got a little too loud he had to cover her mouth.

"You really want us to get caught slut? Wanna let everyone know who's treating you real good." Antony said not expecting her to nod her head.

Antony slowly let go of Khadijah's mouth nodding with her "Okay." Antony with his pants still down enough for his cock to be out, looked around the room. He opened the door wide for anyone to walk past.

The convention was almost over anyways right? Again you were fucking wrong, there was people talking everywhere right next to the having a great time.

(The hallway in question)

Anyone could go to that window right there and see the all american "Homelander's" dick standing high.

"Get your ass over here and hold on that window now." He pointed to the window. Khadijah was nervous as hell but willing. Antony already asked about this window, turns out it's Opaque glass. No one could see them fuck on it even if they got close up to it, to them it's dark. But Khadijah didn't know that and her anxiety can back better than ever. He had to tell her so she could be comfortable.

"Trust me baby they can't see us. But hearing on the other hand, you might want to keep it down before randoms start looking."

"Okay baby I trust you, I just really need you to fuck me until I can't speak straight" She gave him an innocent smile, all innocence gone.

"Oh you are trouble Ms. Wright." He gave her one last kiss licking her top lip, turning her around. She immediately bent over, letting him guide her hands to the window. Letting him give her ass a few smacks to watch it bounce. He pulled her skirt to her ankles putting his hand on her back to give her an arch.

"We have to be quick baby okay ?" Antony said with a sigh slowly sliding his thick long dick into her pussy so it wouldn't cause her pain.

"Daddy fuck me I don't care if it hurts I want itt!" She felt his hand go over her mouth again when a few people looked over at the window you guys were in.

"What did I just say? You like being a hard headed little slut huh? Nah fuck that MY hard headed slut." Antony's momentum sped up more and more until all that was heard in that hallway was heavy breaths, the sound of her ass clapping on his waist and the constant squelch of her creamy pussy. He lifted her up when all he got back from her was a "ohhh fuck" putting his mouth right by her ear.

Khadijah felt him on her back and right by her ear but she couldn't get her words out with how good he's pounding her pussy in also his hand was on her mouth how the fuck was she for real supposed to speak.

"Answer me or I'll stop and walk away." He slows down his hips, removing his hands, letting his New Zealand accent come out stronger while he's giving you demands.

"Yessss fuck please keep going I'm so close don't stop."

"I'll never stop when i'm deep in this wet shit." He couldn't contain himself, he wasn't actually going to stop he just needed her to pay the fuck attention.

Antony was fucking her so hard her wet cheek was planted on the window hard nipples bouncing on the hard glass before he gripped one pinching it. She couldn't do it anymore her orgasm was coming so strong she could even warn Antony, she just hoped he could tell by her knees shaking, damn near collapsing.

He did notice, removing his hand from her titty to her clit other hand on her stomach holding her in place. He circled her clit so fast feeling her pussy clench so hard it pushed him out and all he heard and probably others outside that window, "Ugh! Daddy! I'm Squirting!!" It was like an electric water gun shooting straight out on his shoes and lower part of her pants and all over her skirt. He went back in thrusting a few more times before turning he around and pushing her slightly onto her knees.

Khadijah was FUCKED from the waist down no pun intended. When he asked her to get on her knees though she already knew what was up and all of a sudden her knees were ready steady when she got down. She opened her mouth sticking her tongue out smacking his hand out the way to stroke his sloppy dick with both her hands.

Antony's brain stopped working while he tilted his head back letting out the loudest moan Khadijah has ever heard a man do. His cum flew out all over her face, in her mouth, and on her tits. He had never came this much until now and it felt like heaven. after he stopped cumming he got down on one knee to her level to give her one last kiss not caring about the mess.

"I have to go baby, be ready at 9pm tonight I wanna to take you out."

Khadijah nodded her head "Okay daddy I'll be ready." Her brain was still in sub mode as he walked away fixing himself before walking out like nothing happened. She turned around looking out the glass seeing no one even questioned a thing about where he was as he walked through the crowd. Khadijah left a message in the girls GC saying "Y'all he fucked me up the New Zealand way."

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~Thank yall fuh reading this is my first REAL attempt at writing smut so I hope yall enjoyed that a bit

~~I had to add Chace somewhere that man too fine~~

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There is still hope.... isn't there? PT 1/6

Tom Bennett X (Best Friend's Sister Reader)

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Word Count: 1,470

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Warnings:: Age gap. (5 years)

Your older brother is the best brother in the world. As far as you were concerned, no one compared to Josh. 5 years older than you, he always made sure to protect you. Defend you. Once your father died when you were only ten and he fifteen, he stepped up to be the man of the house.

Your mum worked, but the type of work women did just didn't pay enough to support a three person household. So your brother resorted to less than legal ways to try and make up the shortfall. He and his best friend Tom Bennet were always working on some scheme or another to try and make some money quickly.

While Josh was out running amuck with the ladies and his schemes, he always made sure to keep you on the straight and narrow. Boys were basically all chased off, and he was hyper aware of who your friends were and what type of reputation they had.

Josh and Tom were basically glued at the hip in their teenage years. If Josh wasn't at home, it was safe to assume he was out somewhere with Tom. The two of them known locally for their trysts with the local girls and their make money quick schemes.

Tom Bennet was a problem. A problem you desperately wanted to have. Yet him being 5 years older than you and you being his best friends little sister made you entirely invisible to him.

That feeling was not reciprocated. To you Tom was much more than just Josh's best friend You were crazy about Tom Bennet, and as you got older, you tried to show him that you were older, a woman now, or what a young teen thought a woman should be. This all went over and under Tom's radar. Him going as far as referring to you as "kid." The nickname annoying you to no end since it was a reminder that this is how he viewed you. Josh's kid sister and nothing more.

All hopes of showing him that you are a woman in your own right were dashed as Tom joined the Navy and went off to war. The few times you saw him while he was on shore leave, nothing had changed between you.

He would hug you, call you kid, maybe mess your hair up a bit. But he never looked at you the way you wanted him to. As a woman. Now that you were 19, it was even more of a disappointment that he still seemed unable to see you for the woman you had become.

When you had heard the news of his ships demise you and Josh had mourned, Josh had leaned on Tom so much in his youth he just couldn't imagine a world without Tom in it. Josh was sullen and closed off for weeks, and it didn't help that your mum had gotten very sick very quickly and passed shortly thereafter. The playful goofy Josh you had grown up with was a more serious man. A colder man after having to accept the truth of these two devastating losses.

This only served to bring Josh and you closer together. He was even more protective of you than before. If you were out, he would wait up for you to get home unable to sleep if he didn't know you were safely back home.

Then, the devastating loss of Mr. Bennet and the Bennet family home seemed to erase Tom further. The place where Josh had spent so much of his youth was wiped off the map.

That's why when Tom showed up at the flat, you now share with your brother alive, a little brow beaten but alive you couldn't help but shreik and throw yourself into his arms.

He chuckles as he grabs you. " Calm down, kid, you'll knock me off the stoop!"

"How are you? We thought you? Oh my gosh! You're here!" You reach up and pinch his cheeks. " you're really here ain't ya?"

"Yeah, kid, I'm ere. Josh about?" He tries to look over your shoulder and into the flat.

"He's at work. it should only be another hour or two. You're welcome to wait for him inside. " You open the door, further waving him inside.

"Alright then," he walks through the doorway and into your kitchen.

"You hungry? I can make ya something"

"Nah, I don't want to take your food. I know things are limited." He's holding his rucksack in his hands and looking around the kitchen awkwardly.

"Tom Bennet, you put that bag down and take a seat and let me fix you up something to eat," you say this sternly while putting your hands on your hips.

"Looks like you've grown up a bit while I've been gone, lass. You're a proper lady now, ain't ya?" He gives you that cheeky grin that has always made you melt.

Your heart flutters at his words. As a heat crosses your cheeks. "I've got some apple tarts I made last night" you move around the kitchen to prepare him a plate while avoiding eye contact less he see your rosey cheeks and the small grin you just can't seem to stop.

You give him the tarts, which he happily gobbles down quickly.

"I was real sorry to hear about your da." You weren't sure if you should bring up the death of Mr. Bennet, but it felt like you had to say something. He had to know that others grieved his father as well.

He nods "Yeah thanks..... so where is Josh working nowadays? He a proper business man or summat?"

You chuckle. "Oh yeah, runs his own company," you say sarcastically, whacking Tom on the shoulder.

"He works at the garage."

Tom laughs heartily, "the one we used to nick from? Surprised they'd even let him in there"

"Yeah, well, he's grown. After mum....... he started to take things far more seriously." You're not sure if Tom knows about your mum passing.

"Yeah, I get that." he rubs the back of his neck. "Guess we've all grown up a bit, eh?"

"That's the way of things, i guess." You sigh and wipe down the counter. It's already clean, but you feel like you have to do something with your hands.

"You want tea or something?" You bring down a cup before he answers

"Yeah, thanks, that would be great." he taps his fingers on the table. "How bout you? You workin?"

"Yeah, I tend down the pub a few nights a week." You pull down a second cup for yourself and put the kettle on.

"You're a barmaid? That's my kinda girl!" He winks at you at you, so you turn away quickly, that grin coming back to your face.

You just laugh lightly and touch your cheek. It's so hot you know you must be bright red.

"Gonna go out front for a fag be back in a minute" he gets up and walks out the front door closing it quietly behind him.

You turn your back to the counter and lean against it, bringing your hands to your cheeks.

"He's killing me," you chuckle to yourself while trying to use the coolness of your hands to bring down the burning on your face.

When he comes back in, the two of you drink your tea and chat about a few innocuous topics just passing the time until Josh returns.

When you hear the door open you can see Tom's eyes light up.

"Hey, I'm ba-" Josh completely freezes when he enters the kitchen.

"Look at ya, lad. Thought food was limited? You look like you've doubled your intake" Tom teases as he stands up from the table.

Josh smiles but is still at a loss for words. He just slowly walks toward Tom. Who walks up to him and gives him a big hug smacking him on the back.

"Holy shite mate," Josh says, still in shock as he pulls out of the hug. "Thought you were sitting at the bottom of the ocean somewhere"

"Nah, that would be boring." Tom chuckles, "was hoping I could have a word with ya mate." Tom briefly looks over to you "alone?"

"I have to get ready for work anyways," you smile and go towards Tom for another hug.

He pulls you in and hugs you tight. "So happy to see you're alright," you say into his shoulder and then pull away and head upstairs.

You get yourself dressed for your shift, and when you head downstairs, you can see that Josh and Tom are seated in the living room on the sofa speaking in hushed voices.

You smile to yourself as you grab your handbag and head out the door.

He's back, and he's alive. He's alive.

Part 2

A/N: I had this premise kicking around in my head for a while, and since I am pretty much done with Kitty Cat (Ettore series), I decided to start posting this one. 🥰

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Reasons to LOVE Dungeons & Dragons: Honour Among Thieves

It's brand new in cinemas, so there are still plenty who ain't seen it, so if you're among 'em best skip this and just GO SEE IT, it's SO well worth it, genuinely it's one of the best new movies I've seen so far this year. Hope you love it as much as I did!

So, yeah, there you go - SPOILER WARNING, FOLKS!!! If you don't wanna get spoiled, RUN!!!

Still here? Okay, here we go then ...

This really is, UNAPOLOGETICALLY, a comedy. I mean yeah, this is a classic fantasy action adventure in the Willow, Krull or Ladyhawke mold, but it is also very enthusiastically POKING FUN at the classic conventions of the genre ... albeit CLEARLY done with great affection and love for the material, as only the best lampoons can be. So this is more The Princess Bride or Galaxy Quest than Your Highness or Spaceballs ...

Chris Pine is ALWAYS at his best when he's being FUNNY, so he is PERFECT here. Edgin is most definitely a bit of a douchebag, but he's the sweetest, most lovable douchebag you'll ever encounter.

Holga. Literally just EVERYTHING about Holga. She's my favourite character in this, this REALLY IS the best role that Michelle Rodriguez has EVER HAD, if you ask me. She's a total badass, a truly AMAZING FIGHTER, but I love that despite her dour demeanour she's actually quite sweet, gentle and really a great innocent in many ways. She's an absolute cinammon roll and must be protected at all costs.

OH MY GODS!!! All the easter eggs, SO MANY easter eggs ... FAR too many to count throughout, all the references and nods and winks to the game itself, all the spells and races and creatures and stuff ... but I love how the movie NEVER beats you over the head pointing any of it out, it just lets you enjoy it. So the proper fans will get a huge kick out of spotting it all, but casual viewers will just enjoy it as rich worldbuilding colour and flavour.

Seriously though, it's a D&D fan's DREAM!!! Not just the mimic, or the owlbear, or the gelatinous cube! SO MUCH to spot ...

Justice Smith's Simon gets THE CLEVEREST and best introduction in the film, I love the theatre scene, he's SO BAD at this while also simulataneously being really great. Totally sums up this gloriously clunky hot mess of a sorcerer ...

the opening is GENIUS, totally sets the movie up as it means to go on - the parole hearing is a brilliant comedic take on the scene-setting infodump which is brilliantly carried through in the way the movie delivers exposition in a fun way or just lets you absorb it through what's happening in each scene. This is the perfect, TEXTBOOK way to do it.

"That is one pudgy dragon!" LOL

Doric. Just EVERYTHING about Doric. Sophia Lillis' tiefling druid is a wonderful diminutive little action hero, so fiesty and capable. I love her. It's just a shame she's not primary coloured, I'd have loved it even more if she'd been blue, or red ...

The Wildshape Escape! XD Yeah, I love that, that's THE BEST set-piece in the whole movie, definitely, when Doric gets cught out spying and has to shapeshift on the fly to get away, and it all plays out in one immersive single shot that just leaves your heart in your mouth ...

Oh, the Speak With The Dead montage, that is comedy GOLD. Funniest scene in the whole movie. And with added payoff at the end! XD

Rege-Jean Page's Xenk Yendar. Oh boy, that paladin is something else. I love how LITERAL he is, he's like Drax in GOTG but much more intelligent. Y'know when Holga says: "You're not a lot of fun, are you?" to him? She's so wrong. I just wish there was more of him in this ...

The heist! Oh, the heist! So good ... the portal trick, it's great, love the way they did that, and then that HILARIOUS bard illusion distraction - Pine skipping the song like a broken record was just chef's kiss!

That wonderful wibbly-wobbly illusory reality thing whenever Simon tries to atune to the Helm ... wow, that is some spectacularly trippy shit. Granted, twice is fine for terms of pacing, but I could've done with a few more scenes of that, it's fascinating.

Hugh Grant really has just become a MASTER at playing smarmy, slimy duplicitous gits now, hasn't he? Forge is a reprehensible prick and I love it.

I love how they made Bradley Cooper a halfling for his cameo. They're never gonna let him live down the fact that he's now probably best known for playing a two-foot-tall talking racoon so forever after he will be a Short King.

Wow, Daisy Head's Sofina is a CRACKING villain, she's just SO CREEPY!!! I love how coolly menacing she is, a brilliant dark necromantic wizard that just makes your skin crawl. Especially at the end ... IS SHE a lich? Is that what they were doing there?

That whole big action climax, the showdown in the city centre is FIRE!!! It's so amazing, so brilliantly dynamic, with EVEN MORE great easter eggs! Simon and Sofina having an insanely awesome "arm wrestling" bout with Mage Hand versus Earthen Grasp (I think that's the spell, couldn't be sure), oh my gods! So cool ... and then the way they neutralised the threat! Brilliant.

Chloe Coleman's Kira is an absolutely adorable delight, and I think she's ENTIRELY JUSTIFIED in how pissed she is at Edgin for abandoning her. It makes the payoff when they finally make up so much better.

And that resurrection scene at the end? Yeah, sure, I saw that coming a mile off, but it was so well done, and they played it so well, that it was still SUCH a powerful scene even so. Just perfect.

Seriously, they just did this whole thing SO PERFECTLY. It's visually STUNNING, really it just looks AMAZING, and the action sequences are BRILLIANT but always feel entirely necessary for the story, which is how you want to do it. Best of all, though, is THE PACING!!! This is such a quick, breezy film, it just barrels along at a spectacular clip, so it never drags. Mark Kermode is right, even though this is two and a quarter hours long it doesn't FEEL LIKE IT, it feels like a super-trim 90-minute movie.

And it ties everything off nice and neat, too. Sure, there are definitely possibilities for the future, going forward if they make more, but if the movie DOES tank then it's fine, because this really does do a great job about feeling self-contained and telling its own complete story, so if we DON'T get more it won't be too big a disappointment ...

[spicy-pears]

𝑨 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒏

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨: 1-𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚. 2-𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔. 3-𝑬𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒔.[WIP]. 4-𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍'𝒔 𝑭𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 [WIP].

𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙨: 𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙡(𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜), 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙚, 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜,Sadism,sexual vulgarity.[For the dirty readers like myself, the smut is towards the bottom 🤣]

𝙒𝙘: 3.4 k

Disclaimers: I researched a bit on johnny, and per the Pflugerville incident. Breaking into houses is not his Forte. He has tendencies to be extremely wreckless and impulsive. I'll be exploring that a bit more here. Along with mentions of babi sawyer.

I hope you enjoy❣️

Weightless, your warm dream state embraced you. The only God-given blessing, that took away the human flaw of pain. But this was only temporary. Voices, they were chaotic and many. But you could pick out your keeper's voice easily. You began to descend; your senses awoke in a violent rush. Your hip produced a festering burn. Wrists denied circulation as they were tightly bound. your eyes opened to the mesmerizing glimmer of your tears. Although awake you couldn't make sense of anything. Feverish sweat rolled off your heaving chest, as you were hung off the ground like butcher's meat. Your senses conflicted fear with peace you found yourself smiling at a small girl, a curious older woman, and your captor. Johnny's eyes glanced at you for a short moment, as if he knew something was wrong with you already. Your ears finally began to focus, now able to take in the chaos.

"Oh? Is she now? Well, babi's doll could use some fresh bones!" an old man mocked Johnny and topped it off with snide laughter. The older man leans down, getting a good look at you. "With how you roughed her up, how do you expect to keep her?" your eyes strangely couldn't keep up, as the old man shuffled round to meet your burning side. Using a red stick, he pushed up your dress slightly spotting the source of your delirium. "Your little work of art is infected, now she's no use at all!" He sucked his teeth and shook his head with grave disappointment. "Again, she ain't for eat'n old man" Johnny's voice trembled like an angry kettle. As you took witness to the conversation, you realized how badly you miscalculated. There was no section about cannibals, in your "How to tame a psycho" handbook.

"Big boy was allowed to have babi. I should be able to have my own too. I do plenty for this family!" johnny began to argue his case, making his importance and dominance in the family Prominet. "He's allowed that right! He works hard to support the household and does as he's told. All you do is bring trouble and damned mess about!" the older man continued to argue not backing down, to Johnny's bubbling annoyance. "Quit yer' barking at me. Or I may have to put your rabid ass down."

"Well, if she was a virgin, it should take just fine" Suddenly a cold yet maternal voice chimed in, to tame the rising tensions. Instantly you had a feeling this woman had to be Johnny's mother. as no one else in the room but her was sticking up for his passionate pleas. "No! No no no! We just got out of that Flores mess! And we finally just tamed babi. now you want another love child around here!?" you watched the older man quickly shuffle towards her. If her being johnny's mother wasn't already obvious her quick temper made it undeniable. "If you don't shut up! Those big Ol ears you still can't hear what people are saying! Feed the girl. She doesn't eat she don't live."

With a point to prove the old cook took no time to rush into the kitchen. he intended to present to you the most morbid dish he could muster. He hated Johnny's swaggering attitude and Nancy's persistent coddling. He couldn't wait to relish in Johnny's failure; all it took was you refusing to eat. Johnny followed him close behind and began to protest again, "You blind old bat! She's delirious, she can't eat meat yet.". Drayton confidently shot back, "She eats, or she doesn't live. You heard your mother." this time he had Johnny. there was no way he could huff and puff out of this one.

Nancy uncharacteristically took pity on you. She bent the rules for just this once. She took a handkerchief out from the pocket of her house dress. With it tightly balled in her fist, she let it soak in the blood at the bottom of a empty meat tray. "Well, she can still drink, go on sweet boy." Nancy handed johnny your saving grace. And stayed in the kitchen with Drayton, to finish her verbal lashing.

Johnny approached you with the blood-dripping cloth in hand. You tried to show your disapproval by shaking your head no. But in your delirious state, not much of a fight could be done. You felt Johnny's hand caressing your sweat-glistening cheek, ever so gently. As he began to bring your face down towards him, your lips now closer.

You held your lips firmly closed with all the strength you could muster.

"Come on now kitten, drink for me."

For the first time, his voice was heart-rending. You weren't sure if it stemmed from his pride or selfish desires. But he was desperate now, for you to accept his morbid request. Your eyes began to well with tears, watching the seemingly innocent 10-year-old girl. Her dark innocent eyes peering a curious glance at you. Babi would pass off as a sweet child, but she was proudly raised twisted. Close to her chest held her baby doll, something you knew was deprived of all innocence. How could you bring a child into this hellish environment, how selfish and cruel. You became content with the idea of death.

But one final look into Johnny's eyes broke your resolve. Deep down, unknowingly you etched out a part of your heart that cared for him. Your lips slowly began to part, opening your mouth as much as you could. Johnny's relieved gasp was met with drops of cold blood onto your lips, painting your tongue.

"There we are,let it be."

HOUSTON TEXAS.

SEPTEMBER 15, 1989, TIME: 2:00 AM

"I was wondering, 1 month into the search we found you in newt. How did you end up there? Many miles from Austin?"

"I honestly...don't know, the last thing I can piece from that time. Was going to a small-town college bar; in September."

Your eyes were fixated on the TV, examining each and every movement of yourself. Frisking for any nervous twitch, a self-soothing gesture, or even a moment of self-restraint. An aggravated huff radiated from your chest, as your fingertips ran against your scalp soothingly. why? why couldn't you remember anything? You watched your taped police interview so many times, combed through your written statements thoroughly, and attended each and every therapy session and then some to combat the mind wipping delirium. All exasperatingly fruitless, you couldn't even understand why the month of August held such great personal importance. so much so, that your sweet baby boy was named after it.

Your tired eyes began to shut, everything becoming silent and still in your mind. A soft grazing feeling ran up your neck, a feeling you could have sworn was a hand. Promptly your body shot up, and your hand protectively held your neck. Frightened you began to scan the room until they froze on a peculiar sight. Leaning in, you focused on an odd dark shadow casted against the crystal back door. As if shadows had awareness, it quickly moved from your inspecting gaze. You quickly excused it away, figuring it was a wild rabbit again.

Wisley, you called it a night. Not before quietly stopping by your son's nursery. Admiring the sleeping baby from his angelic expression down to his pretty boy lashes. All of which faintly reminded you of someone, someone who is now far from your memory.

TIME 3:15 AM

Your eyes fluttered open to the familiar melody. The upbeat romantic song that played during your wedding, bringing you a warm feeling of safety. The safety you cherished when you were finally found, finally free. But it was strange, your lazy eyes caught the time. 3:15 am, why would he play this so late? . You remembered your husband's disappointed confusion at his broken record player. Which now played eerily off key, deep and slow. Why would he play music on it now? Lazily your feet shuffled against the carpet. And unexpectedly met the soft rattle of your son's comfort blanket. Now Perplexed, you examined the small bat covered blanket. Abruptly, the flashing blue and white lights of your TV caught your full attention.

You felt the fear on your fingertips, as they glided against the wooden stair railing. Holding your breath, in an attempt to stop your heart from beating so violently. With each braved stair, your skin crawled with a stabbing chill that only increased. Until you stopped halfway, there he was. Your baby boy is being held by a shadowy stranger.

"Da-da!" The sweet babble from your baby boy brought you so much dread. He could never piece his babbles into a clear "Pa-pa" or "Da-da", To your husband's dismay. But now sitting on the knee of a stranger, he joyfully rang out his newfound word. The stranger leaned down, playfully shaking a teddy bear. While the smiling babe sucked on his knuckles, feeling truly entertained. Promptly, a pair of mirror dark eyes cut from him to you.

"Does mama remember me?" You knew that build, those eyes, and that damned intoxicating southern twang. With no more stairs to stall the inevitable, you now stood in Johnny's open view. You watched the corners of his mouth, curl into his signature devilish grin. "Well, Hey there kitten!". You were rendered stuck, each attempt to speak was snuffed out with exhales of confused disbelief. Before you could finally say anything, a frantic knock at the door, snapped you out of your confused loop.

"Hey, neighbor! It's me Carol from across the street? I know it's late, but I was looking out the window. You know, As I always do. And I think I saw a man entering your garage." Slowly you turned your incedulous glare at Johnny. Who averted your gaze, paying his full attention to his coo'ing baby boy. You looked up at the ceiling, the new object of your ire. As it received an array of silent French curses.

"Uh! That was just the emergency, pest control guy. I found a rattlesnake in there not so long ago, scared me half to death!" you devised the quickest excuse for the tall scar covered man who took presence in your home. Then the realization hit you, this wasn't a cute little night time visit. You instantly knew johnny was going to kill you tonight.Before carol could walk away, you quickly opened the front door and stammered your desprate request. "Hey, carol? could you watch August for a bit? Even for just an hour, ....please?".

She noticed your desperate distress, before she could ask what was going on. august was already in her arms. "O-oh!" she looked at the tiny heartbreaker in her arms. She looked up, in a second attempt to ask what the matter was this late. Only for her eyes to be met with johnny's. She was frightful under his stone-cold, intimidating stare. "Oh! Goodness!" Carol looked down at August, her eyes gradually widen with revelation. The baby oddly looked exactly like the pest control man. Before she could get in a second look, Johnny shut the front door in her face.

"Now why would you go on and do a foolish thing like that?" You were now alone with Johnny's full upset. He waited for a response from you, but you were silent entering a state of doe-eyed fright. johnny knew that look and knew what it meant. He wasn't here to kill you, as far as he was concerned you are his family. But the look he gave in return was different; it wasn't his hungry grin, nor was it any sign of the bad man. It was rather calculated, he circled you. Letting you take in the unknown expression, and he knew it drove you crazy. The corners of his mouth curled softly, and his eyes appeared gentle. For once you admired the light dancing off his eyes, a rare sight. Then the realization struck you, and at the same time the pain did. This was his calm before his storm.

Swiftly your body was yanked and pressed against his from behind. He began savoring the way your plush ass cradled his now hardened length. With a soft exhale, you felt your needy cunt tighten on nothing. As if your body was preparing itself for a battle. Johnny's soft drifting lips against your neck acted as the carnal declaration of a long night. Sly as ever, you felt him lick his lips against your neck. The tip of his tongue teasingly ran across the small area on the back of your neck. The sweet fantasy ended, with his devilish chuckle.

"Enjoyed yourself?" As he began to pull away, your eyes filled with dismay begging for him to continue. "You know half of the family wanted me to come down here slit your throat and leave. but where's the fun in that?" Johhny would exact his usual cruelty, firmly pressing his finger down on your still very sensitive branding. You tried your best to stand still on your feet. refusing to give him the satisfaction, of watching you crumble weakly before him." we have an hour, right?" He asked you a question, in any other situation he'd demand an answer. but tonight, he didn't need any answers. You were to be thoroughly disciplined. His controlling press got maliciously harder, his fingers almost digging into it. Unable to hold in the pain any longer, you fell to your knees. A hunched-over teary mess, panting as you attempted to collect yourself.

"You know, you have no business being up this late" Johnny knelled down to your eye level. His hand displaying a unexpected gentleness. His fingertips softly taped the bottom of your chin. Promptly, you raise your head to look at him "Time to teach you the house rules.". you felt a swift yanking of your left hand. before you knew it johnny tossed away your wedding ring into a trashcan. You watched his leather boots re-enter your view. Eagerly you watched johnny make a display of taking off his shirt Infront of you. He met your starving gaze, only to unzip his pants. allowing his thick curved length to spring out for you.

"Lesson one, who's the man of the house?" He gave you the sweetest smile. You knew something was up. This felt like a trick question, but you had no desire to navigate his mind games. Your hips began to grind in a circular motion, begging to be fucked. You answered his question with ease, "You Johnny". Johnnys sweet smile slowly curled into a coy smirk. His fingers carefully glided through your hair, only to vandalize your locks with a rough yank. The pull by the top of your hair forced your mouth wide open. Assuming the position, you let your tongue lay out flat, ready to receive him. You felt his eyes impatiently glaring down, before his grip exucted a rough correcting yank. "Follow the curve, memorize my cock." His deep voice firmly demanded you, his gaze sharp and equally dictating.

Johnny was nice enough to slowly thrust into your mouth, allowing you to learn how to follow the perfect upward curve. Your jaw achingly tensed up on the first stroke, as you took in his full girth. Your sloppy warm tongue caressed each ridge from the veins that adorned his length. He'd let out a pleased groan that traveled down his spine. Encouraging him to thrust deeper into your mouth, his pace growing increasingly rough. The tip of his cock began tapping the back of your throat, dipping in deep until he felt your lips meeting his base. Each rough thrust forced your nose to press hard against the base of his cock. Leaving you in a sweet breathless starry haze. Eyes half lidded you enjoyed the bouncing stars that rivaled Exstacy.

He watched you struggle to keep up, your eyes prickled with thick beads of tears. You desperately dug your nails deeper into his toned thighs, each time he denied you a chance for air with his punishing thrusts. He even ignored your needy fingers, trying to tame your aching clit. The view was truly beautiful, your sloppy hot saliva dripping off his cock. While your wet cunt covered your fingers in a constant dripping stream of wasted slick, combined made the perfect lewd puddle.

The grip on your hair tightened, while his length pulsed against your tongue. Your fingertips felt the muscles in Johnny's hip and thighs begin to contract. The rumble of his frustrated moan alerted your eyes to look up at him. god did he love your face, especially when it was an innocent-eyed mess. "Get up" His tone is now dangerously impatient, his hand gesturing you towards the dining table. Your obedient mouth parted ways with his cock, leaving a connected string of salvia as a parting gift. hastily you tried to catch as many breaths as you could. Before you could even take your dress off for him. He tossed away your uselessly wet panties to the side. And proceeded to hike your left leg up over the top of the dining table, allowing you to stand on the other. The new position stretched the muscles in your thighs into a tingling numbness.

Johnny's forceful control of your hair didn't waiver. He kept his heated gaze on you, yanking your head back onto his shoulder. Your pussy stood no chance, he maliciously watched you build yourself up. Your needy well-manicured fingertips rubbed your clit in so many ways. Never once did you stop, nor did you ask for permission. And for that, he wanted to make you suffer all that build-up all at once. Your breath hitched into a soft hiss. Your entrance is teased with a shallow thrust, Taking in the full girth of his tip.

"Impatient whore, you couldn't just wait, could you?" Johnny's hands roughly gripped your ass, spreading you open for his abuse. leaving no room for your squirming, you weren't going to run from it this time. His hips thrusted deep into your pussy with calculated precision. His tip ruthlessly hit the sensitive spot of your cervix. Your loud moan became a choked-out sob, as Johnny kept your head still in his desired position. He had the best view of your Sobbing face and quivering sweat-kissed body that couldn't handle the intensity of your sudden release. Numb your fingertips reached back meeting his rugged abs with a push, trying your best to request for a moment of pause. With a pathetic whimper, you began to beg "Please Johnny, i cant" Which was ignored. With a low demonic growl, his thrusts picked up a feral pace.

Johnny reveled in the symphony of cries, as your oppressed pussy gushed and squelched around him. "Damn!" He cursed Through a deep trembling snarl; his cruel discipline grew animalistic against your broken body. Letting go of your head, his chest firmly pressed against your back. Your hips began to tease back, pushing back in circular movements along his length. For once Johnny began to break a sweat, feeling the tight wet gummy ridges of cunt flutter around him.

In an attempt to stop your antics, his teeth sank into the soft cartilage of your ear. The blood-rendering bite brought a stabbing pain that shot down your spine, freezing your disobedient body still. His hips rocked you into a sensual wave, as he fucked his thick spill into you. overwhelmed your pussy struggled to take the weight of his cock and now his heavy load. He probably pulled his satisfied cock out of your thoroughly disciplined cunt."Still a defiant slut, we'll fix that later" Your head whipped around, eyes filled with yearning as you watched Johnny dress himself back up, his fingers combing his hair back into his signature style. He wore an amused smirked, while looking at your pitiful expression;

"Aww, too bad. Your hour's up kitten"

CHAPTER 2 END.

CHAPTER 3 PREVIEW:

"10-23, empty squad car located on the emergency lane. No sign of suspicious activity, looks like he left the car to move roadkill maybe."

The female officer looked around the empty highway, for any signs of blood or a wounded animal. With no luck, her eyes inspected the inside of the car.

" Uh, 10-13, I see what looks to be...sunflowers? left on the driver's seat?"

Refusing to foolishly taint any evidence, she took her pen and flipped over a card that simply read.

"Family First." Warning: upcoming chapter will be bloody (potential end) of the series.

PREVIEW END.

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Lilia Vanrouge - Lab Coat Vignette

"Let's have a bit of fun."

[Botanical Garden – Temperate Zone]

Lilia: Oopsies, what a blunder. My first class in the afternoon is potionology.

Lilia: I almost forgot I needed to harvest the herbs I'll need for class before lunch break ended.

Lilia: I guess I got a little too into messing with Silver and Sebek.

Lilia: Hmm, I think the herb I needed was "duskweed." That should grow somewhere near this flower bed…

???: Give it back…!!

Lilia: Hm? Sounds to be some sort of commotion.

Lilia: It'd be cumbersome to get embroiled into whatever it is… For now, I think I'll keep to the shadows behind the trees and keep an eye on the situation.

Epel: Those "lanternblossoms" are mine! And their nectar was finally almost ready for harvesting after all my hard work…!

Lilia: Oh, that wide-eyed freshman… He's the new student that Vil's been keeping around recently.

Lilia: I think his name was… Epel?

Savanaclaw Student A: Well, hey now, thanks for raisin' 'em. 'Cause hey, this botanical garden's for all students to use, yeah?

Savanaclaw Student B: Yeah, we need these flowers too, man. From what I hear, they sell pretty high, see?

Savanaclaw Student C: You're a freshman, right? We're sophomores. You gotta respect your elders!

Epel: Oh come on…!

Lilia: Dearie me, look at that poor kid, caught up with some delinquents. I've been in the same boat before, it seems that's the fate of us small and petite folk.

Lilia: Nevertheless, those sophomores are picking on a poor underclassman with glee. So unsightly.

Epel: Grr… Give it back!!

[throws dirt]

Savanaclaw Student C: Ack!? [cough, spits] This dude just threw dirt in my face!

Epel: Next, sweep the legs!

[slam!]

Savanaclaw Student A: Ow!! Hey, aimin' for our shin's ain't fair, is it!?

Lilia: Oho, blind 'em and sweep 'em! Not a bad technique.

Lilia: Split judgements can mean everything on the battlefield. Good fighters are made from those who can make quick decisions without hesitation.

Lilia: However…

Savanaclaw Student B: Stop tryin' to think you're more than just a pretty face! Why don'tcha run back to your highfalutin' Pomefiore dorm and go embroider or somethin'!

[SLAM!]

Epel: Urgh…!

Lilia: Aw… And there he goes, thrown to the ground.

Lilia: Hmm. His fighting spirit is commendable, but he's no match against 3 opponents.

Lilia: I can't just abandon a growing chick with a promising future. …Well, I guess I can lend a small hand.

[rustle, rustle…]

Lilia: That's enough!

Epel: Eh? You're…

Savanaclaw Student C: Urk!! Aren't you Diasomnia Vice Housewarden Lilia Vanrouge!?

Lilia: Those herbs you're holding there, I need them for class as well. Could I have them?

Lilia: Looks to me like you three are sophomores. And as you can see, I'm a junior…

Lilia: If I'm not mistaken, you young'uns are supposed to respect your elders, hm?

Savanaclaw Student A: !! This guy was totally listenin' on us!

Epel: Um… Lilia-san. This's mah... I mean, this is my fight.

Epel: You don't need to jump in.

Lilia: Khee hee hee, oh, you're so cold.

Lilia: Sometimes it doesn't hurt to lean on your upperclassmen a bit. You can trust me, so just keep quiet and watch.

Savanaclaw Student B: Humph, fine by me. If you want these flowers, try and take 'em from us!

Savanaclaw Student C: Oh but, as an upperclassman, you definitely remember you can't use settle fights with magic, riiiiight?

Savanaclaw Student C: Without magic, you're just another weak little Malleus lackey.

Savanaclaw Student B: There's no way you can stand up with us! Hyahaha!

Lilia: I see… Seems like you're looking down on me too.

Lilia: See here, you little jackanapes. I don't need any magic to make you folk eat dirt.

Lilia: It's been quite some time since I've had to teach a lesson to such fiery little scamps. Well then, let's have a bit of fun.

[Botanical Garden – Temperate Zone]

Epel: Wow… I definitely wasn't expecting that.

Lilia: I knew you boys wouldn't be a match for me, and it looks like I was right.

Lilia: Your punches were much, much too slow. I thought I'd fall asleep with how boring that was.

Savanaclaw Student A: Urgh… D-Dammit. I couldn't see his moves at all. When did he throw us all?

Epel: He just dealt with guys much bigger than him… And three of them at once, to boot… There's no way.

Savanaclaw Student B: I thought this guy was just one of Malleus's lackeys, but he's something else…!

Lilia: Think of this as a good lesson to never judge your foe by their looks.

Lilia: What now? Should I drill it into your heads once more?

Savanaclaw Student C: No way! Hey, l-l-l-let's get outta here!!!

[scrambles away]

Lilia: Khee hee hee. Now that I came out victorious, I think I'll take the lanternblossoms that Epel so painstakingly raised.

Epel: Ah… So you want… my flower too…

Lilia: Hm? …Hmmmmm??? Oh nooo! What have I done～～～!!

Lilia: I thought this flower was what I needed for potionology class but nooo～～ Ah, what a blunder.

Lilia: Here you go, Epel. I don't need this, so I'll return it to you.

Epel: I-I kinda don't see how that was a blunder…

Epel: …Uh, Lilia-san. I appreciate your help, but that flower's yours now.

Lilia: Hm? Why's that?

Epel: I went and lost to those guys, and now you're showing me pity…? I don't need none of that.

Lilia: Oho, what a thing to say.

Lilia: Looks like despite your fragile exterior, you've got quite the bite.

Epel: …You're one to talk.

Epel: You're about my size, and yet you just easily beat those larger guys… Who exactly are you?

Lilia: Heh, if you really want to know…

Lilia: I used to be really into fighting games. And the more I played, the more I got good at those special combos IRL.

Epel: You got that strong just by playing games?

Lilia: That's just a quip.

Epel: Huh…?

Lilia: Anyhow. I definitely like your pluck to not back down against your upperclassmen!

Lilia: Especially that first strike of yours. That was a masterstroke. With a little bit of polish, I'm sure you'll shine bright.

Epel: Do… Do you mean that?

Lilia: Indeed. There are ways for petite chaps like us to fight properly, you know.

Lilia: Here, I can teach you a thing or two.

Epel: P-Please…!

Lilia: Alright then, Tactics for the Small #1! "Maintain Your Distance"!

Lilia: It's unwise to fight bigger opponents head on. Their power will just overwhelm you.

Lilia: So the first thing you should do is maintain your distance. Avoid their strikes and wait for the right moment to hit back.

Epel: Uh… That's not really manly, though… is it?

Lilia: Just hear me out. Larger foes tend to get worked up when they face smaller and spry opponents.

Lilia: As soon as they lose their cool and swing wildly, that's your chance! Get in close and end them with one hit.

Lilia: Even better if you strike a vital point!

Epel: I get it! The bigger the foe, the bigger the target… Right?

Lilia: Exactly! Next, Tactic #2! "When up against 2 foes, hide in their shadows."

Lilia: For example, you can hide behind person A and strike at person B from their blind spot.

Lilia: This is another technique that only us with petite frames can use!

Epel: …From the way you talk about it, it doesn't actually sound too bad to be small.

Lilia: Of course, because stature doesn't determine your strength. What's important isn't the power of your swing, but how you use it. And, finally…

Lilia: You need that unbreakable fighting spirit, with just a tad bit of mischief.

Epel: Heheh… So you're saying not to fight them fair and square.

Lilia: Well, yes, because unlike sports, winning is all that matters in fights.

Epel: I'll keep that in mind. Lilia-san, thank you for the lesson.

Epel: Um… Do you think I can ask you to teach me some more fighting techniques some other time?

Lilia: Mhm. If I have the time, I can do just that.

Epel: Awesome…!

Lilia: Until then, make sure you keep working on yourself. Bye for now.

Epel: Yes, sir! Thank you!

Lilia: Khee hee hee, ah, the joys of youth～ That made me feel young again as well.

Lilia: I think I'll keep up this youthful momentum and go enjoy my afternoon, now.

Lilia: Hm…?

Lilia: Now that I think of it, I feel as though I've forgotten something important… What could it be?

[Alchemy Workshop]

Crewel: Vanrouge!! How atrociously bold of you to step into my classroom completely empty-handed.

Crewel: Where is the duskweed you need for your class experiment!?

Lilia: Ah, I knew I was forgetting something!

Crewel: Go Fetch!! Refrain from your carefree blathering, and quickly collect it!

Lilia: Right, right, I'll go right now.

Lilia: My memory must be going with my old age～ Oopsies, what a blunder.

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