#before i put on my makeup and drove my ass to work. like. the fuck?

[davrinassan]

god i found my frankincense incense sticks and i burned one and the smell of it just teleported me back to the shitty little davenport (fl) bedroom i rented for 4 months

[flowerfreya]

Moving

The Office AU part 5

Pairing : poly!141 x reader

Content: reader breaks up with boyfriend ! Yayyyyy

Lmk if there are any major typos I did this on my phone lol

Masterlist

You know that calling him would be a waste of time but you're a glutton for punishment, “Where are you?”, you ask him, trying to sound normal but your body hit stages of grief in one fell swoop but seemed to get stuck at anger.

“You know that you're not out there by 4 p.m, I’m leaving your ass, I told you that”, he sounds so carefree, like what he did was fine and makes sense.

“I came down by 4:05 , you couldn’t wait five minutes?”

“No, I had to teach you a lesson”.

You look up at the sky like that will give you an answer, but you know the answer, you've known the answer and this has cemented it. You let out a sad chuckle and shake your head , this can’t be your life. You look over to your right and see John just staring at you, actually they are all staring at you. You give them a tight lipped smile and then a thumbs up, even though you know that they must have heard you on the phone with your now ex.

“You know what, fuck you”, and then you hang up.

“Do you need a ride”, Soap speaks up first. You look over and you know you have tears in your eyes, you don’t want to give him any of your tears but your so frustrated and angry and , sad. And you honestly cannot stand being in the presence of another man right now , “No, thanks”, you answer back.

“You sure”, Gaz speaks up.

“I’m sure”, you order an uber and your going to get your life together. Today. First, thing is that you do is go to the car dealership. You already researched the car , test drove it, and just needed to save for the down payment and since your worked at the office to get at least three paychecks you had enough.

~

You're outside your apartment in your new car, well it used but it's new to you and you need your stuff but you don’t want to go in alone. You're tapping your hands on the steering wheel thinking who you can call to help you out.You’re thinking about the scariest person you know and it’s Simon. The phone rings twice before he picks up,

“Hello”, his voice sounds deeper over the phone.

You introduce yourself again to him like he hasn’t worked with you for a month in half, “Hi, are you busy”, you try to sound cheary but you know you are trying too hard.

“Alright?”, he ask.

“Are you busy right now”

“Depends”

You then have to go through the whole spiel of how you need your stuff from your apartment but you kind of scared that your boyfriend will get rowdy when you try to get your things.

“Send me your address”.

~

A black SUV rounds the corner and pulls up right beside your car. Not only does the driver door open but so does the passenger and the back doors open with Price, Soap , and Gaz getting out as well. 

“New car, Hen?”Johnny asks. 

“Yeah got it today” , you know you could be nicer but you really don’t feel like making small talk right now, you just want to get your shit and go. Simon doesn’t look at you as he asks about what they are getting. 

“You all really didn’t need to come, I just needed some back up” 

“Yes, we did”, says John, his fist are clenched and he’s working his jaw so hard it looks like he's chewing a lemon drop. 

“Not really , but okay”, you sas back. He cuts his eyes at you, tilts his head to the side and stares like he can see through the anger that you are using a shield and the anxiety of not knowing where you are going to sleep tonight. 

“You okay?”, he ask. No your not , but fuck it. 

“Fine, let’s go”, you croak out.

As you head up to your apartment, you don’t know where to put your hands and your hair starts to feel itchy. You just need to get in and get out , grabs some clothes, some pictures , and your makeup and go. Of course things are never that easy. 

Inside the apartment things are just as you left it this morning, which of course it is because your boyfriend is a lazy fuck. 

“Finally made it home?”, he says like everything’s fine and dandy and does he think your going to laugh at that. You opt to say nothing and just start getting your stuff ready. 

“Need any help getting stuff together?” , ask Soap

“Who is that ?”, that gets your ex to come out and find you. 

“They are helping me move”, you don’t look at him just continue getting your stuff and putting it in duffels. 

“What do you mean, move”, now he sounds confused like he can’t believe this.

You look at him then , eyes squinted , getting pissed off all over again, “did you really think that I was going to stay after that ?” 

“You're making a big deal out of nothing” , he argues back.

“No, I am not, we are done” 

Then he starts to do this weird whine thing , like he’s trying to make himself cry. He comes over to you and grabs you by the knees and begs , “please don’t leave me, please”. 

You shove him away from you but he tries to come back to you but they all three step in front of you like a wall. 

“Wouldn’t do that if I were you”, Simon says darkly. 

He keeps begging, and honestly it’s embarrassing, and it starts to make you feel better. He’s getting what he deserves. He continues to beg until you leave with your stuff. 

Once you get down the parking lot and your stuff in your car you turn back to the men that helped you, “Thank you, next beer on me” , you say with a smile. 

“We’ll take you up on the offer now” ,Soap laughs. 

“Oh”, you really didn’t think they would. You were being polite, to be honest. 

“Can we reschedule, I was hoping to go to sleep early today” , you say with a sad smile. 

“Where are staying”, Simon ask 

“Oh a hotel”, hopefully for your car or the office but they don’t need to know that. 

“Oh yeah, which one?, ask Gaz. 

“You know, down the street.”, is there one down the street? You hope so. 

“Did you make a reservation?”,  asked Soap. You turn towards him feeling a little bit overwhelmed with all the questions. 

“Ummmmm, yes” , no but you're going to make one when you ask for a room , right. It should be fine. 

~

They don’t believe you, not for one second. They want to take care of you, feed you , house you but they don’t want to scare you. It’s hard for them , they want to fully send it, that's what they usually do and it works for them but you're different, they can tell. For now, they need to start slow, at least as slow as they can. They get you in the car and have Price drive yours to the hotel that they deem the safest and nicest. They make sure that Price is the first to arrive, that he pays for the nicest room and when they move past the front desk without having to check in , they tell you to not worry about it. They take care of you, make sure you're safe and when you fall asleep without getting anything done, they unpack for you and the only payment they need is so they each get a pair of panties.

[lovetaroandtaemin]

Kinktober 2024

Day 1: Edging

Lee Seokmin x Reader

Word Count: 1,033

THIS FIC IS NSFW, MINORS DNI!!!

Warnings: Switch!DK x Switch!Reader, Edging, blowjobs, teasing in public, unprotected sex, creampie, begging, dirty talk. If you think I missed a warning let me know!

A/N: I'm so excited to be participating in Kinktober this year! I always read so many amazing fics during this time, and it's going to be fun to try to write my own. I hope y'all like them! If you'd like to be added to the Kinktober taglist, you can either send an ask, send a dm, or leave a comment on any of my Kinktober related posts. Happy reading, and happy spooky season!

Fic is under the cut.

When you agreed to accompany your boyfriend to a prestigious awards ceremony, you had no intention of sucking him off in the venue’s bathroom. Seokmin was the one that drove you to this point because he spent the entire time you were getting ready teasing you. It started with small comments, like how he wanted to see your pretty makeup run and how sexy you looked in the dress you had chosen to wear. Then, the comments escalated to grabbing your ass on the red carpet and kissing your neck whenever the two of you weren’t the focus of the cameras. So, since he decided that he was going to be a tease, you decided to return the favor.

After what had to have been the tenth time that he had grabbed your ass that evening, you leaned in and instructed him to meet you in the family restroom once the ceremony’s intermission began. He did as instructed, and the moment he entered the room you locked the door and kissed him. He let out a small moan when he finally felt your lips on his, and you had to admit you almost didn’t follow through with your plan. You had never been a quitter, however. So, you pulled away from the kiss and slowly got on your knees.

Before you continued, you looked up at Seokmin and said, “Can I?” Too turned on to speak, he only nodded. You unbuttoned his slacks and pulled them down along with his boxers, then you got to work. You started to move your mouth along his shaft, and a series of moans left his lips. Even when your lovely boyfriend was lost in pleasure, he had a beautiful voice.

You two were at an event, however, so you stopped sucking briefly to tell Seokmin to keep quiet. He reluctantly agreed, and you continued. Even without his moaning filling the room, his heavy breathing and his grip on your hair were strong enough indicators that he was thoroughly enjoying your actions.

The prior teasing had Seokmin more turned on than he cared to admit, so it didn’t take long before he felt his orgasm approaching. With a moan, he said, “Fuck, baby, I’m close.” When you promptly stopped sucking his cock, he groaned and said, “What the hell?”

“I’m sorry, honey, but we’re at an awards show. I don’t want to make a mess of my dress at such a high-class event. What would people say?”

“Baby, please?”

“If you behave for the rest of the night, you’ll get to cum later.”

Seokmin sighed and put his pants back on. You grinned as your plan worked exactly the way you intended it to. Then you stood up and left the restroom, with your disappointed boyfriend following you. After the intermission, the ceremony continued with no further teasing.

On the drive home, it took every ounce of self-control Seokmin had to keep his hands off of you. When the two of you got back to your shared apartment, he practically dragged you to your room. As soon as the door was shut, you were pinned against it, and he was kissing you like it was the last thing he would ever do. When he pulled away to breathe, you took the opportunity to regain control and instructed him to take his clothes off. He hesitantly did as told, watching as you did the same. When you dragged him to the bed and told him to lie down, however, he was much less hesitant.

Seokmin once again did as he was told, so you climbed on top of him and kissed him again. He loved kissing you, but he was also desperate to be inside you. So, when you pulled away, he said, “Please?”

You grinned and lowered yourself onto him, moaning as you felt him inside you. You took a moment to adjust to the feeling, and Seokmin let out a sigh of relief as he finally felt you start to fuck yourself on his cock.

“Baby, you feel so good,” Seokmin said with a moan, “I’ve been waiting to fuck you all day.”

“I know, you’ve been driving me crazy all day.”

“Well, I’m sorry, but you’re just too fucking sexy for your own good, honey.”

You continued to ride Seokmin until he warned you that he was getting close. Then, you lifted yourself off of him and grinned as he whined, “Baby, why did you stop? I was good for the rest of the awards show.”

“I know, but it is so much fun to toy with you.”

“Please, baby?”

You thought for a moment before deciding to go easy on your boyfriend. He had been incredibly well-behaved for the second half of the ceremony, after all. You gently lowered yourself back onto him and kissed him, reveling in his small moans as you did. The fucked-out expression on his face as you moved up and down on his cock was adorable, and you had to admit for a moment you considered teasing him just a bit more.

You didn’t have long to consider it, however. Before you realized what was happening, Seokmin flipped you over so you were the one lying on the bed and started to pound into you. You enjoyed being the one in charge sometimes, of course, but when your boyfriend decided to take charge in the bedroom it made you go crazy.

It was embarrassing for Seokmin to admit, but he was nearing the edge again. He tried to warn you of this fact, but before he could get the words out, he came with a loud moan. His orgasm triggered your own, and you held onto him for dear life as you came undone around him.

When both of you had calmed down, Seokmin kissed you softly and climbed off of you. You whined when you realized that he was no longer inside you, but you didn’t miss him for long. He got up briefly to get both of you water, and then he got back in bed and held you. Once he felt that you had enough water, the two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Thank you for reading! If you'd like to see the rest of what's planned, you can find the Kinktober masterlist here. If you'd like to read one of my non-Kinktober works, you can find my general masterlist here. If you'd like to see what I'm going to be working on once Kinktober is over, you can find my upcoming works here. If none of that interests you, or there's something specific you'd like to see, send a request via asks or dms!

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[angelsanarchy]

Fever Dreams: Mike x Y/N One Shot Series PRT 28

Tagging: @icarus-star @chainsawgvtsfvck @romanroyapoligist @liquidsmoothdomme @madamemaximoff06 @drazenka @blacksoul-27 @444rockstargf @kappasbbgirl @luzclarita57 @tempt-ress @starry-eyed-wild-child

Mike had taken quite the lick from Leff once he made it back into the garage. Sicky told him that Leff almost drove over and beat his ass but he talked him out of it. Making it through the week felt like it was dragging on but seeing Y/n back at work made it easier.

They had tracked down the guys who robbed Y/n's and Sicky said he took care of it. He didn't want to ask what that meant but when she opened the bar back up, everyone made sure to leave fat tips for her so she could recoup some of the money she lost.

Y/n told him that she was going to come down instead of having him come up so he waited a minute or two before pressing the button.

"I'm on the way down now." She called through the speaker. Mike stood, biting his thumbnail to remain calm. He had bought a new jacket for this date. He left his hat at home and made sure to actually put some aftershave on to cover the smell of the joint he smoked.

The door opened and Mike spun around to see Y/n in a red dress with ruffles on the hem, some cute black booties and a leather jacket of her own. She had her hair pinned up and had a bit more makeup on then she normally did.

"W-wow." Mike almost swallowed his tongue when he saw her. She smiled at him and did a little spin.

"I clean up nice." She says coming down the steps and kissing him.

"Fuck...you look...fuck." Mike couldn't find words and Y/n blushed.

"You don't look so bad yourself." She looked at him and he looked like he actually brushed his hair. He ran his hand through his hair and she noticed blood on his hand.

"Hey what happened to your hand?" She took his hand and he shook his head.

"Oh it's nothing. I was biting my nail-" Mike tried to brush it off.

"Why are you biting your nails? You already got the date." She teased.

"Well yeah but I've got to try and not fuck it up now." He chuckles nervously.

"You aren't gonna fuck it up." She says firmly but he still looks nervous. She takes his bleeding thumb and pops it into her mouth making his jaw gape open. She sucked the blood from his thumb and he blew a breath out trying to keep from losing it.

"Oh...okay." Mike cleared his throat.

"Where are you taking me?" She asked holding his hand in hers, lacing her fingers into his. He led her to the car and opened the door. Y/n slipped into the car and Mike got in the car feverishly. He drove to a restaurant that wasn't exactly fancy but it was nice enough that he actually put thought into the first date. They got past ordering and drinks before she caught him blushing.

"What?" She asked curiously.

"I just...I honestly never expected you to agree to go out with me. I'm kind of shit at this whole dating thing. I'm usually just a casual fling kinda guy." Mike confessed.

"Oh yeah? What made you ask me on a date then? We were already hooking up." She cocked her eyebrow.

"I like you. The sex is..epic but the times that you still worked at the garage, just riding around talking and shooting the shit, that's the most fun I've had with a woman, non-sexually in a minute. I've never met anyone whose presence was just...enough to keep me intrigued." Mike explained. She blushed listening to him talk about why he liked her and wanted to date her and not just hook up.

"You know, I've had a few relationships here and there but they've always been insanely toxic." Y/n confessed feeling a little vulnerable.

"Maybe I'll be a nice change of pace then. At least I hope I can be." Mike slid his hand across the table and held it out palm up. Y/n smiled as she slipped her hand into his.

"God you're so getting laid tonight." She joked.

The rest of the dinner was spent talking about how they found themselves in New York, how they grew up, some awful dating stories and a very brief history of their families, which they both agreed was not first date conversation.

Mike's goal was to get Y/n to talk and laugh as much as possible while they were out. He wanted to learn as much as possible about her. He wanted to know what she liked, places she's always wanted to go, dreams she let go of because she grew up, things she's always wanted but no one had ever truly listened to her.

Y/n could tell Mike was absorbing every single detail about what she was saying. She had never been with a guy who actually gave a shit about what she had to say. He listened intently and asked questions. He was genuinely fascinated with her. When he spoke of himself, he always seemed dismissive.

"I want to hear about the music you make." Y/n interrupted him bagging on himself and he paused.

"Seriously?" He asked surprised.

"Yeah, you like making music right?" She presses.

"I love making music but...I mean it's not something I've ever seriously-"

"Why not?" She asked seeing him bite his lip.

"I don't know. I guess because I always just thought it was a pipe dream? Leff thinks it's a waste of time. I've played for an audience of one when my mom was alive but I've never put myself out there or anything." Mike seemed vulnerable talking about making music. Y/n hadn't seen this side of him before. He usually carried himself with this swagger that could convince you he at least knew the basics of what was going on or he'd have no problems trying to wing it.

"I'd love to hear you play." Y/n smiles. Mike's smile spread across his whole face and a slight blush with it.

"Anytime." Mike gave her hand a squeeze. Y/n made Mike feel like his future didn't have to be set in Leff's garage dealing and god damn if he wasn't in love with that idea.

[x-stephanie-sinnz-x]

I was out already and was just about to go home

I had met Mark earlier on (a cop I've been seeing on the side), and was leaving his house. I was dressed pretty slutty, with a skin tight black minidress, that was so short my ass showed, and I was still getting used to wearing it in public. It had like a bikini top kinda thing that tied around the back of my neck, it was really sexy, and my makeup was perfect etc. My ass was barely covered by my tiny minidress, so I had to walk very carefully so it didn't pop out.

Mark pounded my pussy into his bed after he ripped my g-string off me while I was giving him head at the beginning, so after he shot his load in me I basically took off out of his door, I was still pretty hot and bothered, but I wanted to not only get back home to hubby, but I also had work in the morning.

As I was driving home, I got about two blocks before I realized I really needed gas, and it couldn't wait.. It was pretty late, so I found a gas station off the main road that wasn't too busy. And of course, the card reader was messed up so I fucking had to walk inside and pay in there. It felt great to be out dressed up, but, by now my hair was a little messed up and my makeup was a little smeared. I walked slowly to keep my ass covered up as best as I could, paid for my gas, and as I was walking out a guy in a challenger rolled by and was definitely checking me out.

I was pumping my gas and this guy just walks over to me. Now, it's about midnight, and I'm barely wearing clothes, and this guys just walking up to me. he's black, really tall, a typical dad bod, and a bit of a belly. I'm kinda freaking out wondering how this is going to go down, but I take a breath and just try and look like im not totally freaking out.

"hey you Stephanie right?" he said. I was like....how the fuck does this random guy know who I am.... "um...yeah.." I said, totally red in the face. "Yeah I never forget a pretty face baby" he said. "um..how do you know me?" I asked, kinda freaking out. "A while back, your husband set up a pump & dump at your place, looked like you knew what you was doing."

"You hot baby, why don't you, you know, remind me what those lips can do." he said. he reached down and started sliding his hand in between my legs. "Woah woah ok yeah but not right here ok?" I said. I was way past freaking out, and starting to get really turned on. This guy was so forward,"they got a bathroom around back baby.." "no no, let me get done and I'll park beside you, and then just hop in your car." I said. he was cool with that and I put up the nozzle and and drove over to his car. Grabbed a couple things from my car, got out and hopped in his.

he already has his cock out and was playing with it. It was pretty big, black and veiny. I was ready for it, I was hungry for it! I reached over and grabbed it with my hand and asked him "You wanna take me somewhere or just do it right here?" and without waiting for him to answer I lowered my head down, opened my mouth, and started sucking his cock right there in the parking lot. I felt his hand move to the back of my head, slowly taking control of me. he moaned a few times and his cock was fully hard as I started drooling trying to get it as far down my throat as possible.

After a few moments he turned on his car and I felt us pull out of the gas station and onto the road. I was enjoying myself so much I didn't really care where we were going, I just focused on the nice hard meat in my mouth. We drove for about ten minutes, until we finally pulled into.. somewhere. he turned off his car and put away his cock. "Come on baby, we goin to my bed." he said and basically pushed me out of his car.

I got out and tried to straighten my dress but he came over, spun me around and pushed me up against his car, unhooked my straps and yanked my dress down to my ankles and started exploring my body with his hands. We were in his drive way, and now I was completely naked except for my heels, and he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside.

We walked into a small dirty house, and it was super dark, and walked in right in front of two other guys sitting on a couch watching tv, smoking weed. I froze as we walked in, suddenly feeling even MORE naked than I already was. Jay, was the guys name I was with, pulled me by the hip towards them, and over to the couch beside them. The two guys, both black guys a little younger than Jay, maybe late 30's, both just stared at me. Jay sat down on the couch, pulled out his cock, and pulled me down to my knees right in front of his two friends, so that my back was to them. Jay put his hand on my head and pretty much forced me down onto his still hard cock.

Nothing was said, and it was super awkward in there. I was in a strangers house, sucking his cock, naked in front of two other complete strangers, away from my car, in the middle of the night. I started gagging on his cock as he pressed my head down harder and harder, and the house was silent, apart from the noise my mouth was making taking jay's cock down my throat. "ohhh fuck baby, yaw lips are perfect for real...dammnnnn" Jay was saying, with his head back, and hands around my face.

"Yo this the bitch from that pump and dump I got at that one place." I heard Jay say through his moans. "For real?" one of the voices behind me said. I focused on getting Jay's nut but he pulled me off his cock and stood up, turned me around and pushed me down onto the couch, lifted up my legs and spread me wide open.

Jay held up my legs, spit on his dick and started to push his cock in me. he leaned over as his cock slid inside me, his cock was big and filled me up, I coudn't help but pant and moan as he pulled out and entered me again. I was facing his friends on the couch and they were rubbing their pants.

I enjoyed the audience. It was super hot getting fucked like this in front of these guys. I was totally exposed in front of them while their buddy started pounding my pussy with my legs up in the air and Jay pinning my hands against the back of couch. Jay wasn’t gonna last much longer and he started moaning loudly. I was wet as the ocean then Jay started to shoot his load and grabbed my neck as he came. I moaned with him, feeling my own orgasm build as I felt his massive load fill my cunt.

Jay kept cumming, with each of the last few hard pushes, his cum started to be forced out of my pussy. he finally let go of my arms and backed off me. he stood up and walked away and out of sight. I heard a door close and a shower turn on.

It was pretty awkward for a moment. I was just sitting there naked, with cum running out of my pussy, I was trying to catch my breath, just totally exposed in front of the two hungry looking men in front of me. I was so turned on I could barely think, but I was tired too, having already been pounded by Mark before I even came over here. The guy closest to me got up and stepped up to me, pulled me up by the hair and pulled his dick out of his pants. It was HUGE. This thing was a fucking horse dick, and I was super turned on.

I didn't think, and just started licking it, I was still hot from the fuck, and started throating his cock as best as I could before he flipped me over and put me on my knees on the couch. "Shit hold up" the other guy said and came over. he got on the couch and stood up, with his also pretty big cock pointing straight out in front of me and pulled my face down, impaling my throat with with his black cock, while Mr. Monster BBC started to push his way past my abused cunt.

As soon as his tip roughly slid through my hole I screamed. It was just too big, but his friend yanked my head back down onto his cock, but I screamed around it. his cock was so big inside me I felt like it was going to poke out of my mouth, and I couldn't take it when he started pulling out and pushing back in. I pushed away from the cock in my mouth and yelled "Please its.....it's big! ... go slow..." "Shut the fuck up bitch, take this dick!" the guy in front of me yelled and slapped me across the face with his meat before stuffing it back down my throat, and his friend behind me slid his monster back in me.

If I went forward, his cock went further down my throat, if I backed up, Monster cock slid further in me. I had tears coming down my face and my pussy juice was basically pouring out of me. They held me down, pinned me while they used my abused body and I just tried to breath and hang on.

I really don't remember how long this went on, but it couldn't of been more than a few minutes, the pain was there, but I was used to it. It'd been a couple of days since I'd been stretched like this. The last time I was forced to stretch over 12 inch dildo! But just then, monster cock flooded my womb with hot blasts of cum, so much so that it remind me of when I used to do k9 stuff and get knotted.

The other guy took his place for about a minute or two, but then complained my pussy was too loose and started to fuck my in my ass.

After that it didn't take long for him to release his seed up my ass.

It definitely wasn't as much cum as his friend, but I could feel every pulse of his cock.

Afterwards I was left alone for a few minutes while they cleaned up.

Jay came back and said "Listen bitch, want me to take you back to your car now?"

"Yes" I replied.

"I bet your husband loves how popular you are sweety, haha." Jay said.

"Yeah he does" i said.

On the way to his car Jay walked over and picked up my dress from the ground.

"My dress!" I said to him. He shrugged and laughed, and then he stuffed my dress in his pants. He left me, naked!.

The car ride back wasn’t bad because he had really dark tinted windows similar to my own.

When we arrive at my car he said " thanks baby", as he tossed me my dress.

"Clean up baby, some makeup and shit".

I took a quick look at myself when i got to my car and my makeup was a total mess, but that was nothing compared to the mess between my legs.

Luckily none of it was a problem, because hubby is going to love hearing what happened and seeing the evidence.

Stephanie Sinnz ❤️

[alvisiscrazy]

handcuff me daddy.

The day before Halloween Elvis and I weren’t into the whole Halloween thing and celebrating it so We planned to have our own celebration, I had an idea to role play (cops and robbers), We had went to an Halloween story I picked out an Cop costume for him “You think that would fit honey?” He asked “Yes it would fit perfectly” I said “Alright then let’s get it” He said smiling We looked around more for my costume “I could fix this up to make it more appealing” I said “Get it then baby” He said looking at the bag “Lets go” We decided to get them an headed out “You hungry hm?” He said “I could eat” After we ate we drove by lots of nice houses with lights and decorations Elvis had the maids fix up our house for Halloween as well they were going to give out candy hopefully the fans don’t ruin tomorrow night! , The next day I had gotten up early to fix up my costume Elvis was already gone to work on more music with his guys and wouldn’t be home till later on I had fixed up my costume to make it more slutty, After I was done fixing my costume I had went back to the Halloween store to pick up a pair of handcuffs to make it more exciting. The day had went by fast I gotten in the shower now putting on my costume it fit well I put on makeup and fixed my hair the maids were already handing out candy to the people, I went into our room waiting for Elvis to come home (tick tick) I heard our bedroom door open I turned my head seeing him “Hey doll, didn’t mean to keep you waiting this long” He said “Oh it’s alright” I said smiling “Well we can get started on our night after I shower” He said I nod “That look costume looks good on you baby” He smirked “I can’t wait for you to take it off” I whispered to myself He looked at me for a moment then smiled as he went into the bathroom I waited for him to shower, He had walked out the bathroom with the cop outfit on I had purposely left the handcuffs in the bathroom I knew he’d seen em “Your under arrest for breaking into my home miss” I went along with it “I- I didn’t know I was running from the cops I didn’t where to hide” I said looking innocent “Oh your going to jail” He said with a smirk he had grabbed me from the bed putting me in the handcuffs I was surprised by this “Now I will have to give you a punishment for breaking into my house” He said “I can’t go to jail I’m to young” I said “Say silence and listen, If you take my punishment I will set you free, so will you ?” “I will yes I will” I said “Yes what?” “Yes officer I will take your punishment” “Good girl” He placed me on my stomach slowly taking off my skirt caressing and touching my ass it sent shivers through my body “Are you ready for my first punishment” I nod “Are ya” He slapped my ass “Yes officer” I yelped “Such a good girl” He ran his fingers up my thighs causing me to whine for him “Please officer” I moaned out “Be patient you’ve been a bad girl” He continued to rubbing his fingers up and down my thighs then I felt his fingers hover my panties oh god I was aching for his touch he slowly started to rub my pussy causing me to tumble his fingers felt like fire and I wanted them to burn me, he slapped my ass again “Such a good girl” He said once again he took off my skirt along with my panties my pussy was out and bare ready for him, he gotten on his knees pulling me closer to his mouth he spit on my pussy the warmth of that made me want to combust I felt his tongue fickle my clit he sucked on it hard he was giving me what I needed and wanted at the same time, the burning sensation of him licking my pussy sent me to heaven I moaned out grabbing his hand.

“Oh fuck yes” He pushed his tongue into my clit sucking and sucking “I want more officer please- He started to finger me his tongue his finger we’re starting to send me over the edge I would never last long when he did it, he went faster now sucking his tongue in my pussy “Yes yes- officer” I was there he knew that my vision was getting blurry my heart racing from this feeling he gave me he picked up the speed I felt the knot in my stomach form sucking and sucking “I’m gonna cum” I whined “Please make me cum” I moaned out he pushed in my pussy even more then before “Oh- I’m cumming” I whine out I came all of his face “Such a good girl hmm” He was being silly and sucked on my swollen clit “Oh- I turned over on my back “Ready for your next punishment” He said I sat up and nod “Get up” He said I gotten up I already know where this was going “On your knees” He said I gotten on my knees looking up at him with my innocent eyes again “Open that pretty mouth of yours for me” I opened my mouth he rubbed his fingers over my lips while biting his lips, He pulled down his officer outfit I should have known no underwear on his cock was pumped and ready to be worked up “You ready ?” He asked “Mhm yes officer I’m ready” I jerked him off slowly creating spit in my mouth taking him in my mouth as I played with those huge and heavy balls of his “Oh baby” He moaned out I took him deeper in my throat I loved the way his cock felt in the back of my throat I took him inch by inch the I took him out swirling his tip with my tongue licking his hole god he tastes like heaven I couldn’t get a enough of him I took him deep and deep the spit traveled this way to my breast he started to play with my breast then I felt his big hands made their way to the back of my head forcing me to take him all the way “Oh god baby” he whimpered he throat fucked me “Taking my cock so good baby.” He forced me to go deeper then he took it out again then forcing it back down “I can’t get enough but- I wanna feel you inside I wanna feel you” He moaned out “Look at me baby” I looked up at him while he fucked by face “I ani’t gonna last any longer get up baby” He let go of my head and I gotten up he threw me on the bed and turned me onto my back he pushed his cock inside both of us moaned at the feeling “Oh fuck such a good little girl for me” He moaned I clinched to mess with him a bit I smiled at him “Oh baby” He whimpered again he kissed me sucking on my breasts and ears whispering sweet things to me the both of us were so close to cumming teasing each other, He started to rub my pussy again I was nearly close all over again “Look at me” He said “You like how I’m fucking you” He said “Yes- he pushed deeper inside of me to moan “Oh fuck- I yelled out he did the hip trick swirling around pushing it deeper inside of me he cut off my moan with a kiss “Baby- I’m- gonna “I’m right behind you” he moaned out he did his big one rubbed my pussy again with his whole hand faster and faster till I started to see stars “Ohhh goddd baby I’m- cumming” I yelled out again he came with me “Oh fuck-“ I felt the warmth of his seed deep inside of me caused me to smile at him, he kissed me deeply “Now don’t ever break in my house again ya hear” He did the dad finger thingy causing me to laugh “Oh hush you liked our role play” He pulled outta me now cleaning the both of us and taking off the handcuffs, now cuddling me “Happy Hallowen Elvis” I said snugging him under the blanket he kissed me my forehead “Happy Halloween, my love” He smiled.

@ieatsheartsfromthedead @jaqueline19997

(I hope you all enjoy, and I definitely need some more one shot ideas Happy Halloween 🎃)

[goddess-evelle]

Hey bb could u write a sapnap and dream x reader polyamorous smut were they get into a fight and they make y/n cry and they try to make it up to her by doing nice things or sm but she is still hurt about it so ( with CONSENT) they decide to please her until she is sobbing and begging them to stop ( there is n established safe word if she really wanted them to stop she'd say the safe word) but they don't stop and praise and coaxe her through many orgasms and then they take care of her as she's all sensitive and twitchy under there touch

Better without me

A/n: I went off on this, so I will make a second part finishing it.

Warnings: Mention of neglect towards the reader, angst, very much hurtful thoughts. Smut in the next part. SFW. Slightly suggestive or provocative acts, also slight girl on girl action;)

Dream x Sapnap x fem reader

Words: 2,1??- I don't even know why I wrote so much.

As the dumb bitch that I am I forgot I made two different parts of this one of them that I discarded, so yeah that was a mess, but I fixed it.

Part 1 (You are here now)

Part 2

“I understand, but I just want to spend time with my boyfriends” Your voices cracks as you try to make light into the situation.

“No Y/n, you do not fucking understand. You don’t know what is like to spend hours on hours playing. Just to finally finish and have to spend ten more hours editing. You don’t understand how it is! You should be more considerate when you fucking ask us to ‘spend time with you’ ” Dream’s words come flying out as the three of you had been arguing for what felt like hours. Your reply got stuck in your throat as Sapnap started talking.

“Exactly like you are always bitching about wanting to be with us, but you never do shit for us. You know that we are both busy working. You are so fucking annoying.” Sapnap’s words eco through your mind. Were you really that annoying? Maybe you were just being too clingy towards the boys. You just wanted to spend time with them. Sapnap and Dream were in a relationship while the three of you were roommates, and a part of you always felt as if you had missed on a big part of the relationship, so you tried to spend time with them to make up for the lost time. Now, with Sapnap saying that you are annoying you can only feel as if you intrude into their relationship. Your mind flooded with thoughts of them just being in a relationship with you just because you lived with them; maybe they didn’t even love you. Your own mind created scenarios in your head as your insecurities took over you. They obviously didn’t love you or they would spend time with you. If they loved you they would make time for you. If they loved you they would’ve been more attentive of you. If they loved you they would pay attention to you. These thoughts kept your mind busy, and finally everything clicked. You finally understood why you felt so out of place all the time.

“You are not even listening to us!” Dreams shakes a hand in front of you face trying to gain your attention again, and you wonder just for how long had you been thinking.

“Honestly, y/n we can spend time together later . We have to film manhunt. Go do something or I don’t fucking know.” Sapnap says, but you are not listening to what he is saying. They leave and you are left in the bedroom alone. You look around the room for your phone as you look at the hour, and put 10 minutes on the timer. You wait patiently as the 10 minutes pass by as you lay on the bed looking at the ceiling. You close your eyes for what feels like a second before you hear the alarm go off. You grabbed your phone stopping the alarm, and texting your best friend to get ready; you both were going out. You got dressed with a simple dress quickly. You did your hair, and makeup as you made your way towards the front door. You just needed to leave; you had been suffocating the boys with your presence for too long. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you made your way towards the front door only to be stopped by a furry friend. You smiled sadly looking at the cat laying on front of you.

“Oh, sweet thing don’t worry. I will see you in a bit.” You say as you scratch Patches head. The cat looks up at you as if she understands. You give her a little kiss on the nose before grabbing your keys of the house. You make your way outside the door only to see your neighbor right next to where your car is.

“Hi, good afternoon.” You say politely.

“Hi, I didn’t know you guys were going out.” He says looking at you suspiciously.

“Oh, um yeah, just me. The boys are kind of busy.” You try to lie, but you know that by the redness on your face he might catch up to your lie. He looks at you to try and decipher if you think he is stupid or something. Before he could answer you say a quick goodbye as you climb into your car, and start the car getting ready to drive. It takes you 40 minutes to get to your friend’s house to talk to her. After venting to her for an hour; you both went to the club. You just needed to forget about the boys’ words for a bit. You look at your phone before you go inside the club to see the hour 12:59am. Good hour to be on a club you think as you make your way towards the bar with your friend. Time passes by like a blink as you drink, and dance with your friend. Before you know it you are in the middle of the dance floor as you dance with your friend.

You look around the club to see two familiar faces, but you are too drunk to remember their names. You do know that they won’t stop looking at you, so you take advantage that you are with a friend to tease a little. There is no ill will if you tease them. You turn towards your friend pulling her closely to you. She is taller than you which helps the case. You whisper in her ear that there are two hot boys looking at you, and that you wanted to give them a show. She looks to where you tell her; she finds Dream and Sapnap looking at the two of you from a far. She laughs knowing that you love the boys so much that you even find their stare in a crowded club while you are drunk. She sees that the boys look mad, but knowing plenty of your sexual experiences with the boys from what you’ve told her. She knows you’ll just love to tease them, so that they punish you. She agrees to help you, so your wrap your hand around her neck as you make eye contact with the boys. They move slightly closer, so that they can see you under the disco light. Your skin glows under the purple light that reflects off your shoulder and leg. The boys watch as you kiss your friend’s neck while looking at them. You slowly give mouth opened kisses to her skin maintaining eye contact. You glide your tongue on her skin slowly tasting the sweet cookie dough cologne on her skin.

You turn your back on your friend facing towards the boys as you grab your friend’s hands, and glide them down your body taking extra time on your boobs, and your stomach stopping at your pelvic bone. You grind your ass back on your friend’s pelvis looking at the boys seeing as the taller boy tries to make his way towards you, but the smaller boy holds him back mumbling something that you could only decipher as “let’s see what she does”. You smirk as them as you make sexier moves against your friend; your hands grab her neck pulling it towards you, and she understands what you want. She pretends to give you a kiss on your neck as you roll your head back letting out a fake moan that the boys don’t hear, but they can imagine that you are in pleasure. You look over them to see a bulge in both of their pants; you smirk noticing that they are both big as you take swing of your beer finishing it completely. You give big gulps showing that you in fact swallow before turning to be front to front with your friend. You repeat the kisses on her neck while looking at the boys, and you feel your own breath getting heavier. You look over to see the smaller boys rub over the taller boy’s bulge; you feel your panties get wetter at the action. You turn to your friend and move forward to give her a kiss, but before you can make contact with her lips you feel a pair of arms pulling you away. You look up to see the taller boy holding you in his arms looking awfully angry at you. You scurry off his embrace as you tell them that you don’t want anything with them. The guy gets a tighter grip on you, and you try to move away only to be sandwiched into the body of the smaller guy.

“Y/n look at me; you know who I am” You look up at the mention of your name; to find Dream staring down at you.

“Oh h- hey D-dream what are you doing here?” You say mind still too gone to make coherent sentences.

“Um yeah, she got very drunk. Saying something about not being good enough for the two of you” Your friend intervenes. Dream looks at Sapnap behind you to give Sap a worried look.

“So, everything that she was flirting with us; she didn’t do it to be a brat?” Sapnap asks confused.

“Well, she wanted to ‘tease two hot guys’ that’s what she said, so even as she was drunk. She is still attracted to the two of you” Your friend smiles remembering “I remember when you guys became a couple. She felt so out of place because she liked the two of you. She was going to move in with me to not disturb you two. She is really in love with the two of you, so whatever the fuck the two of you did. You better fix it or I will take her to live with me. The poor girl drove all the way to my house to spend an hour crying about how the two of you didn’t love her” Your friend reproaches your boyfriends as you are finding comfort in the tall man’s arms your mind not even paying attention to their conversation as you admire the hot boys.

“She- she really thought we didn’t love her?” Dream’s voice cracks as he looks down at you where you are staring at him lovingly.

“Yes, she always thought that she was ruining your relationship, and with the things you told her she felt like you guys just wanted to break up with her.” Your friend says giving the boys a bad look. “So, you guys take her with you. I’ll drive her car to my place; I didn’t drink, so I will be fine. How did you find her anyways?”

“We have an app to share location at any moment, so we know she is safe” Sapnap said as he led the way towards their car. They bid their goodbyes to your friend. Dream got in the driver’s seat as Sapnap went in the back with you. You sat next to Sapnap looking at the boy as you guys drove home.

“I can’t believe I’m going home with two hot boys. You guys chose me over all the girls in the club” You say your words stinging in the boys’ heart as they took a peek on what you thought of them.

“Well, to be honest. I was surprised; I thought you’d have a boyfriend” Dream says smoothly.

“I mean yeah. I used to have two boyfriends at the same time! Can you believe that? Two people loved me at the same time! Me!” you talked with surprise laced in your voice and the boys swallowed a lump in their throat as they saw how much you worshipped your relationship with them.

“Huh you must love them a lot” Sapnap said voice trembling as he watched your eyes shine.

“Of course, I do! They are the best boys I know. They are literally so perfect, but I don’t think they love me that much”

“Why do you think that?” This time Dream asked as his voice cracked at the change in demeanor you were clearly sad now.

“Well, they are just so perfect that sometimes I think they don’t need me. I think they would be even happier without me. I feel like I’m just ruining their relationship.” Sapnap is crying by the time you finish your statement. The boys can’t believe you would say such a thing. Did they really make you feel that way? They both felt so bad. Sapnap can’t help, but to leap in to hug you. His tears falling on your shoulder as you accept his hug still in your drunken state.

“But it’s okay if they don’t love me. They still have each other, and they are totally soulmates. So, if I leave; they will still be happy with each other.” You finish as Dream pulls into the driveway.

Part 2

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

Always Meant To Be... Part 5

Ransom Drysdale x reader series

<Part 4<

Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, slight fingering, unprotected sex, choking, rough sex, inappropriate voicemail, Ransom being Ransom

"What the hell happened?" Steve gasped at you the moment he walked into the staff room.

You let out a soft sigh. It seemed your bruised cheek was a bit more noticeable than you had liked, even with makeup.

"Oh, I, uh... Slipped. Yeah, it gets slippy when it rains on the tiled flooring in my apartment building. Feet went right from under me."

Steve looked at you in horror. "Jeez, are you okay?"

You nodded. "Yeah. Looks worse than it is."

"... Okay...  Do anything with your day off?"

"Hmm..." You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you thought back.

"Tell me why." Ransom pouted like a child behind you as you entered your apartment.

After eating breakfast with Harlan, Ransom drove you home, thinking it would be a pit stop before you headed back to his for the rest of the day.

"Because you have your own life, Ran, and don't need to be baby sitting me." You smiled at him as he shut the door. "Also, as nice as it has been to have you care about me, I'm kinda missing the asshole part of you." You smirked at him.

Ransom rolled his eyes and smiled. "Wouldn't you rather come back to mine? Think of all the things we can do." He wiggled his eyebrows at you making you laugh as you pressed your answering machine. Ransom smiled as he listened to you laugh.

"I have never been so embarrassed, Y/N." Your mother's voice shrieked out of your answer machine. "You're behavior this evening was unforgivable and I think you owe your father an apology... I'll drop by tomorrow so we can have a chat. I think it's time we discuss your life and where it's going. You're at the age now where you need to grow up."

"Still want to stay here?" Ransom smirked at you cockily making you rolled your eyes, not bothering to look at him as you walked towards your bedroom.

"Hey, Y/N, it's Michael."

"You have got to be kidding me." You glared at the machine as Michael continued to talk.

"Your dad gave me your number, I was concerned about you. He explained what happened, and, I just wanted you to know that I don't blame you. That Drysdale kid is a real piece of work."

Your mouth fell open. "How do you manage to get blamed for everything?"

"It's a gift." Ransom shrugged. He looked down to the machine and began smirking. "Hey, you know you said you loved me being an asshole,"

"I didn't say I loved you being an asshole, Ransom," You turned around as he pressed a button. "I said I missed you being one."

"Whatever..." Ransom smirked as he walked up behind you, the machine dialing. "My point is, let's make it clear you're not interested." He whispered as he grabbed you by your hips and pulled your ass back onto his hardening cock.

You let out a startled gasp as Michael's answering machine picked up. "Ran, we-"

Your protest was swallowed by Ransom's mouth. His tongue licked inside of your mouth as his hand slipped down the front of his sweats you were still wearing. You let out a soft moan as his fingers brushed your clit, and the arousal that was already forming.

"See, already fucking wet for me." He grinned against your lips. "Bend over." He ordered in a gruff tone.

You let out a soft moan as you did what he said, bending over the back of your sofa. Ransom yanked the sweats down your thighs, along with your panties letting put a deep groan. He ran his hand up the inside of your thigh and dragged his fingers through your wet lips making you whimper.

He stood up with a smirk and popped his fingers into his mouth. "Fuck, s'good." He quickly unbuckled his belt, "Gonna fucking ruin you."

You rolled your eyes, "Fuck me already, Ransom." You wiggled your ass.

Ransom let out a deep growl before he spat into his hand and wrapped it around his meaty cock. He grabbed your ass cheek with his other. In one fluid, deep thrust Ransom pushed his cock fully inside of you.

You let out a deep pornographic moan as he filled your pussy with his cock.

Ransom didn't give you time to adjust to his size before he began a brutal pace. The pair of you moaned and groaned as Ransom fucked you hard and fast. He reached round and wrapped his left hand around your throat lifting you up so your back was pressed against his front.

"Fuck! Your cunt is so tight." He panted against the side of your face. "You gonna cum, baby girl?"

You whimpered, nodding your head as you reached up and squeezed his hand that's around your throat. "Harder." You demanded.

Ransom smirked and tightened his hand around your throat. He burrowed his face against the crook of neck, lightly biting as he slammed his hips harder into you. Ransom let out a deep groan as your cunt squeezed his cock.

"That's it! Fucking cum, baby girl." Ransom snarled and let go of your throat.

You gasped for air as your orgasm broke. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Ransom fucked you through your orgasm, sucking a mark on your throat as he did. With a couple more deep strokes of his cock, Ransom came.

He held you against him as the pair of you tried to catch your breath. "Damn it. Don't think the machine caught all that." Ransom smirked.

"Hmm..." You shook your head at Steve. "Nah. Just stayed in bed all day." You smiled to yourself.

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"Did you just check Ransom out?" You raised your eyebrow at Steve.

Steve had convinced you to go out for a few drinks with him after work since it had been so stressful. You were glad, it had been a good time so far. The pair of you had been sat at the bar drinking when Ransom walked in with Dylan, eyeing Steve with a glare before he sent you a playful wink and walked off to get a table. And that's when you noticed Steve blushing as he watched Ransom bend over after taking his coat off.

Steve's eyes widened. "What? No, of course not."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Really? Because... It kinda looked like you were checking him out." You smiled at him. "It's fine if you were... I do it all the time."

Steve raised his head to look at you. "I thought you weren't seeing each other?"

You shook your head. "Ransom and I have a... Unique, friendship... relationship."

"Like friends with benefits?" He asked.

You shook your head. "It's... I dunno, more than that."

"But you are sleeping with each other?" He asked with smirk. You nodded blushing. "I knew you were... And I was checking his friend out."

"Dylan?" You asked looking over your shoulder to where the two men sat. "Why not Ransom? He's hot!"

Steve nodded. "He is... But I prefer darker haired men... And the sweaters don't do it for me."

You gasped, turning back to gape at him. "The sweaters are everything!"

After an hour or so, the two of you said goodbye to each other and left the bar. You didn't get far before you felt an arm wrap around your shoulders.

"Where ya' going, baby?" Ransom asked, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"Home." You smiled, wrapping your arm around his waist. "I'm tired."

"Let me drive you, beautiful. I don't want you walking home." He pulled you closer to him.

"What about, Dylan?" You looked up at him.

"He's found some red head with fake tits and an accent, he's happy." He chuckled making you roll your eyes. "C'mon," He pulled you towards his car.

You let out a tired groan. "I just wanted to have a bath and sleep, Ran. I don't have the energy to fuck like animals." You smiled playfully at him.

"... Fine. You can just keep me warm." He winked at you as he opened the passenger door for you. "Now, get in." He swatted your butt.

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[faghubby]

A wonderful afternoon

An old friend of my ex wife, invited me to join her and her husband for an afternoon of sexual delight. She knew I was a submissive sissy and wanted to watch me suck her husband's cock. Sam had agreed to the get together. I went to their house not knowing what to truelly expect. I didn't want to dress up to much but wanted to show I was theirs to do as they wished. So pink bra and thong set. Under low ride woman's jeans with a pale blue mans tee shirt.

Linda open the door before I even rang the bell, she pulled me in and gave me a big hug. She led me upstairs to the master bedroom.

"You look nice, but could you" She handed me a white shirt with a lace collar. I pulled off my shirt and she loved my bra. I put on the shirt and she buttoned the back. She noticed my thong and pulled it up giving me a whale tail.

"I bought shoes" I told her pulling my black strapped stilettos out of my bag.

"Sam is going to love you" She told me. " now go down to the basement he is watching TV. " I went down to the basement and Sam was sitting on a couch. He was naked watching porn. On the screen a woman was sucking a big cock. I approached and kneeled crawling the last few feet so I wasn't in the way of the TV. He was a good looking man, he had a military hair cut. His gray hair gave him an air of importance. He was in good shape a few extra pounds around his waist but he carried I well. His cock was soft resting on his thigh. I started at his calfs and slid my hands up his legs. He made no motion to stop me. I lifted his cock and kissed the tip. Sam spread his legs further apart. I saw Linda come in she sat beside him. She wore only a simple white bra and panties. She started kissing him as I licked his balls. He grew in my mouth. Linda grabbed my head and forced me to take him deep.

"She is very good" Sam told Linda

"She is all yours, baby" Linda pushed my head down harder.

"Ohhhhh" Sam moaned

"She does anal too" She told Sam.

"And nothing for you?" Sam asked Linda

"She will clean me up if you fuck me" Linda told him. I was in heaven as I licked and sucked Sam's cock.

"I bet if you scoot down alittle she will stick her tounge in your ass as well" She cooed in his ear. He slid down and I licked his hole working my tounge inside.

"If she was prettier I might leave you for her" Sam teased. I noticed his fingers working in and out of her cunt.

"I could do her makeup if you like" Linda informed him. Meanwhile I worked my tounge from his ass to the tip of his cock and back again. Washing ever inch of his cock balls and ass. This went on for at least half an hour.

"Are you going to cum" Linda asked Sam

"Soon," he was moaning

"If you do will you be able to get excited again? Maybe you should fuck her instead" she told him. He didn't say a word just pushed my head all the way down. As his cum let loose he spurted 4 or 5 times down my throat. I never spilled a drop. Linda had me stand.

"Take off your pants." She ordered me. I did and slid my shoes back on. Sam stood and slid on a pair of sweats. He produced a leather strap.

"You can say no" he told me

"I deserve it for sucking your cock so well" I answered

"Say orange if you need me to stop" he told me pushing me over the couch.

"Yes sir" I responded

"Oh honey your all hard again already" Linda told him

The first blow hit and I called out.

"You are naughty, you sucked my dick better then Linda does" another smack

"You tried to fuck my ass with your faggot tounge" smack

"Now you got me all excited by letting me spank you, I never had anyone let me spank them" smack smack

"Beg me to smack you more" he yelled

"Yes please sir, smack my naughty slutty ass" smack smack smack as three hit fast. I felt Linda small soft hands apply lube to my ass. Working two fingers in. I moaned.

"Fuck the whore she is begging for it" She told Sam

His strong hands grabbed my hips Linda held his cock to my hole as he pushed it in. He was not gentile or slow he drove it in balls deep in one thrust. He smacked my ass again with his bare hand.

"Linda has never let me try this" he told me as he fucked me hard and fast. I had tears rolling down my face. He was brutal on his assault. I became accustomed to his assault. And started to beg for his cock. He stopped and had me lay on a table I faced him as he shoved his cock back in. His hand closed around my throat. He choked me.

"Next time I want her all pretty." He told Linda. "She has great legs" his other hand running over my calf. His pace slowed and his hands now ran over my body pinching my nipples and rubbing my legs.

"Cum in her, baby but if you get her pregnant we have to keep her" Linda teased. I was moaning and begging for it.

"Cum on me sir, I don't want to get pregnant" I moaned. As I joined Linda's fantasy. My little dick was hard and throbbing. I have no idea how long he used me before he filled me with his cum. I sat up and cleaned his cock.

"Thank you sir" I moaned.he pulled his sweats back up. And left me a laying there a mess. Linds rubbed my clit with her finger.

"That was amazing " She told me. She led me to the bathroom so I could shower. I noticed her panties where soaked. Had she cum?

I got in the shower it was cold. When I got out Linda handed me a fresh pair of her panties to wear. I put on my stockings from my bag and my shoes back on. I helped Linda make dinner. I spent the afternoon in lingerie and waiting on them. Over dinner. Sam asked

"We will have to have you back" he told me

"Do you fuck woman too.?" He added

"No, I am too small. I do like to please them orally, sir"

"Well you drained me, so I think Linda may need a little of that talented tounge" I slid out of my chair and crawled to Linda.

"Oh, you don't need to". I pulled her pants and panties off. And dove i

"Please, stop. Ohhhhh" her hands pushed my head hard against her. It did not take long before she was crying out as my face was soaked. Had she squirted she held me so tight I couldn't tell. She never pushed me back, just had one orgasm after another. Sam finally ordered me to stop. I sat back down. Linda looked like a mess she could barely move. It had excited Sam again I noticed his bulge as he helped her go lay down. Sam didn't want me to please him again instead he had me call an Uber. He spent the time till the Uber came asking about limits and what he would like If I came back. Mostly he wanted me more femine. Makeup wig, maybe a cage or tucked completely.

"It would be my pleasure, sir" I told him. And as my ride arrived he pulled me close and kissed me.

"Linda doesn't need to know everything he told me" I smiled and got in the car. I wanted to cum so bad the whole ride home.

[sortasirius]

“Carry On” and...Yikes.

Well clowns, looks like the clown calls were coming from inside the house this entire time.

I so desperately wish I wasn’t writing this right now.  I so wish that I could be writing something better, something joyful, something happy about this fifteen year journey with these characters.  It seems as though the show had other ideas, so in we go.

So...the dog was cool.  Also interesting that Dean was back to his breakup/grieving coping mechanisms: not making his bed, messy room, beer all over the place, Sam making breakfast, etc.

So I guess I better just start off with how...off this episode felt in regards to Dean specifically. Idk why he suddenly wanted a dog and Sam had no real interest in one, since the opposite has been true for, idk, fifteen years, but whatever, I was willing to let it go.

I thought the pie thing was a sweet scene, it was funny and nice and a good button on Dean’s pie thing.

Weird to, you know, bring up Cas and not mention his tragic ass deal and why he got got, but whatever.

I cannot physically believe that this MOTW aspect was, quite literally, so much of the plot.  Like...we figured that it was going to be an aspect, but for it to be SO MUCH?  Bruh.  I am such a fucking fool lmfao.

Again, cool to see Cas’ coat in the back.  Too bad it wasn’t addressed.

Jenny.  Bitch.  Come on.  Of ALL the villains in the FIFTEEN YEARS of Supernatural.  Jenny.  Who was in....one....episode.  Ok.

I mean that line about the high school thing was funny, I did laugh at that moment.  Fuck I love Dean Winchester.

I cannot believe I specced so much about the barn scene.  Are y’all telling me that “The Night We Met” is being claimed by......Sam and Dean.  Fuck off.

I mean, I thought Dean was going to die, and the scene actually did play out pretty similarly to how I thought.  It was probably the most powerful moment in the episode.  I am very glad that it was Dean’s choice, his choice and his peace to let go. 

“Let me look at you.  There he is.  I am so proud of you, Sam.”

I do love this, I love this because Dean is able to look at his work, the man that he raised, and tell him these things.  He was Sam’s parent, he raised Sam into the man he is today, and he should be damn proud of that.

I do love this most of scene, I really do, I love my boys, these brothers so damn much, and at least, at the very least, I have this scene of them.

Forehead touch was weird, I’m just gonna say it.

I feel like most of this episode was montages lol.  I mean I always hate sad Sam but at this point I still fully felt like we were going to get closure and we just...didn’t.

The Austin number was a cool detail, I liked that bc I picked up on it right away (since, you know, my phone is a 512 number lmao).

What a lackluster goodbye to the Bunker.  I had no clue that was going to be the last time we saw it ever.

FUCK AT LEAST I GOT MY DAMN HEAVEN BAR.

The scene with Bobby was nice, it was good to see him.  We did get our remade Heaven, that’s also nice to know.

“It ain’t just Heaven, Dean.  It’s the Heaven you deserve.”

He does deserve this.  An open Heaven, the people he loves, finally some peace, he deserves that, and I am glad that he got it.

Our second Cas mention.  Great.  Thanks guys.

I mean thanks Jim and Jensen for the microexpressions I guess lmao.

So I am supposed to believe.  That Dean.  Whose entire arc has been speaking his truth, specifically speaking his truth to Cas.  Where he has been stopped twice before this season.  Is going to just drive around in circles for forty years until Sam gets there?  Yeah, that’s gonna be a no from me, dawg.

And Sam gets married and has a kid that he names Dean, and the unspecified dark haired woman in the back of the ten minute montage is supposed to be enough for me to buy that it’s Eileen?  Bruh.

Also it’s BACK TO BACK MONTAGES???  WITH TWO VERSIONS OF CARRY ON WAYWARD SON?

Sam’s age makeup????  Hello????  AT FIRST THEY DIDN’T EVEN AGE HIM THEY JUST PUT HIM IN A WIG?????

That cover of Wayward Son did slap but was it enough?  No.

Even that bridge moment didn’t hit right because Sam didn’t cross it?  He was just suddenly there.

It just fucking sucks.  It sucks that their reunion doesn’t land right because they...didn’t do anything when they were apart.  Sam had his kid sure but Dean literally just drove around.  No mention of Cas or of Eileen.  Nothing.  So the last moment of this show I love feels tainted and hollow and just wrong.

It sucks.  I’m not going to lie.  But the worst thing about it?  Is that it doesn’t make any sense.  I have not spent two years of my life picking apart the writing rooms in Supernatural, lauding this current team for what they’ve accomplished for it to end like this.  I know many of you will regard me as a complete tinhat freak right now, but this, to me, does not feel like an episode that Andrew Dabb wrote.  Hell, it doesn’t feel like an episode of Supernatural.

None of the arcs were completed: Dean didn’t get to speak his truth to Cas, Sam never got to become the leader, the legacy hunter he was meant to.  We don’t see them with Cas or Eileen, we don’t even hear about them.

Listen, there’s a lot that...simply doesn’t add up to me.  First of all, the episode was SHORT, and most of it was montages. They had four montages AND the episode was only 38 minutes.  The series finale of the show was shorter than any other episode and had four multiple minute montages.  Okay.  Make it make sense.  Newsflash: it doesn’t, there is simply no way I can believe that there weren’t massive cuts and reworks done to this episode on an executive level.

I know there are people who will tell me that the writers are just bad and I need to accept that they gave me a shitty ending, but after all this time with this story, especially with Dabb’s arc, he just...doesn’t do shit like this.  His arcs are always complete, always tied up well, always have a button.  But this mess?  This confusing episode that left everything hanging with a cover of Wayward Son hanging in the air?  It just doesn’t add up to me.

This wasn’t the story they were telling, this hasn’t been the story they were telling all season, and I stand by that.

So, I sure do wish I could give you a better post. I wish that we had gotten something better.  I still, after everything, love this show, and will still be here in the morning.

Thanks guys.  Love y’all.

[thebigbadbatswife]

Tables Turned

Summary - Bruce has always been the more dominant one, especially in the bedroom. Tonight, however, it’s your turn

Warnings - 18+ content, minors dni, smut, roleplaying, oral (male receiving), light bondage, light dom/sub, femdom

Word Count - 3.2k

“Do you remember the safe word?” you asked as you double checked Bruce’s restraints. You made sure that they weren’t too tight, but still tight enough that he wasn’t going to escape them. Well, unless he wanted to break your headboard, again.

Considering how annoyed you had been when he’d broken it, you hoped that he would know better than to do so this time. You really didn’t want to have to replace another one.

“I won’t need it, but yes. I remember our safe word,” he replied. His voice was as smooth as ever, despite his current situation.

“Okay. Just making sure. I don’t want to end up hurting you.”

Bruce chuckled at that. “Unless you somehow have a vial of Venom, in your nightstand, I seriously doubt you’ll hurt me.”

You chuckled as well as you leaned in and kissed him. As you kissed you pushed your tongue into his mouth. If you were with anyone else right now, you probably would have made a joke about it, but this was Bruce you were talking about. The last thing you wanted to do was ruin the mood with a joke you knew he would take far too seriously. You smirked when you pulled away and he chased after your lips, but was stopped from going too far by his restraints.

You took a moment to appreciate Bruce’s gorgeous body. All spread out and naked on your bed, skin flushed and his cock already on it’s way to getting hard. Damn, he looked good like this.

The idea of having Bruce like this, tied up in your bed, completely at your mercy, had come to you shortly after he’d done something similar with you. He had always been the more dominant one, especially when it came to the bedroom. So you decided that you wanted to be the dominant one, for once. It was only fair that you got to switch it up every once in a while, after all.

You had been an absolute ball of nerves when you had first floated the idea to him. You’d been completely unsure of how he’d take it. Would he like the idea of being the submissive one for once? Or would he absolutely hate it? When you’d been mulling it over in your mind, you’d gotten the feeling that it would be the latter. So you were pleasantly surprised when he told you that he was up for it. He told you to just name the time and place and he would be there. Granted that there wasn’t a super villain currently tearing Gotham apart.

Tonight you had finally worked up the courage and sent him that text. Bruce had then arrived at your apartment a couple of hours later, in the batsuit of all things. Though, it had been fortunate that he had arrived in that suit of his because the rope that currently had him tied to your headboard had come from his utility belt.

You straddled his waist and hovered above him. You pressed a kiss to his lips before tracking them down his jaw and neck. You decided that you wanted to take this slow. Not only because it was new for you, but because you were going to take complete advantage of your swapped roles tonight.

Bruce was always worshipping your body. Always putting your pleasure before he dared to seek his own. He had always been more of a giver than a taker. You thought it truly was a shame that you so rarely got to return the favour.

You pressed a kiss to his collarbone before sucking a dark mark there. He inhaled sharply at the action. You pulled away and smoothed the mark over with your thumb, as your gaze drifted upwards and met Bruce’s.

Bruce’s blue eyes had always been striking. Even more so with the thick black makeup that surrounded them when he was going out for patrol. The makeup that he was still wearing right now. Even if you had his bougie makeup remover in your apartment, he caked it on so much that it would have taken forever to remove. Which would have certainly ruined the mood, so you had left it on.

Now that you had paused for a moment, you couldn’t help, but feel that something was missing. Something that would certainly make this whole thing more interesting.

“What is it?” Bruce asked. He had clearly seen the gears turning around in your head. You gently bit your lower lip while you quickly debated whether or not to voice what you had been thinking.

“How would you feel about wearing the cowl?”

Bruce smirked at you. “Have you always fantasized about having Batman tied up in your bed?”

“Maybe,” you replied as you hopped off of him to go and get the cowl, from the pile of armour that laid on the bedroom floor. As you picked it up, you made sure to give him a nice view of your ass. You knew it would drive him crazy since he couldn’t just grab you and fuck you, right then and there. Behind you, you heard him take a particularly heavy breath.

You came back to the bed and resumed your previous position. You took the cowl in both hands and lowered it down onto his head. You couldn’t explain it. There was just something about Bruce in his cowl that drove you mad. Especially like this.

“Perfect.”

You captured his lips in a heated kiss. He swiped his tongue against your bottom lip, seeking more, but you pulled away, denying his request. Bruce scowled at you. You laughed at him before shaking your head.

“Uh, uh, uh. I’m in charge, remember?” Other than a heavy sigh, he didn’t give you an answer. “I said, remember?” you repeated yourself. You wanted him to actually answer you.

“Yes, I remember,” he finally replied.

You smiled. “Good.”

You trailed kisses down his body, slowly getting closer and closer to his hardening cock. You took one of his nipples into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around it before gently taking it between your teeth and bit it. He groaned at the sensation. You let go of it, trailed kisses towards his other and repeated your actions. Which earned you another groan. Okay, so Bruce liked it when his nipples were played with. You would have to remember that.

As you travelled down his body, you pressed kisses to each and every one of his scars. Making sure that none of them were left alone. The scars that littered Bruce’s body made your heart ache. To think that so many of them came from injuries that could have easily taken him from you. Sometimes you hated what he had to do, but you would never ask him to stop. You knew just how much it all meant to him.

You pushed those thoughts away, not wanting to depress yourself while you were trying to get him off. You continued to lavish his scars with attention. After kissing the length of a particularly nasty looking one on his hip, you sucked a hickey on to the unblemished skin above it. Bruce quietly moaned at the action, and had you not been paying close attention you would have missed how his hips bucked ever so slightly. You soothed it with your tongue before pulling away and admired the darkening mark.

“Fuck, you look so good like this,” you told him as you looked up, your eyes meeting his. His eyes were darkened with lust and he was panting slightly. A glance down and you could see that his cock was now fully hard and already leaking precum. You settled yourself between his legs. You cocked your head and bit your lower lip; an idea coming to you.

“Have you been a good bat?” you asked in your most sultriest tone. He hesitated for a moment before he nodded. You decided that wasn’t good enough. You shook your head. “Nuh, uh, uh. I want to hear you say it.”

He looked at you for a moment. Seemingly surprised at how far you were willing to take this. Honestly, you were surprised at your sudden burst of confidence as well. Especially considering how nervous you had been when you had asked this of him.

“Yes. Yes I’ve been good,” he finally said. You decided that it wasn’t good enough either. You wanted him to beg you to touch him.

“Are you sure you’ve been good? That you’re deserving of my touch?” You ran your hands up and down his thighs. Each time getting closer and closer to his cock, that was just aching to be touched, but never actually touching it. You could see the frustration slowly beginning to build in him. The clenched jaw, the slight straining against his restraints, the way he was looking at you. Now he was starting to see how you felt when he had you tied up and refused to touch you.

You could almost see the internal battle he was having within himself. Did he be defiant and refuse? See what you might potentially do if he did or did he just give in? Give you what you wanted so you would finally touch him? You didn’t have to wait too long before finding out which part of him won out.

“For fuck… Yes! Yes I’ve been a good bat!” he finally said as he gave in to his desperation; which was more than evident in his voice. You had never heard him like this before. Never seen him like this before and, damn, if you weren’t wet already. You definitely liked this side of him and you wouldn’t mind seeing more of it in the future.

“That’s more like it,” you said before grasping his cock. You stroked it a couple of times, enjoying the way he gasped, before you took the head into your mouth and swirled your tongue around it. A deep, guttural, moan vibrated through him, as you finally gave him what he wanted. As you sucked on the tip, your hands massaging what wasn’t in your mouth, you looked up at him. His eyes were glued on you as you sucked him off. You could see Bruce straining against his restraints even more now. No doubt wanting to make you take him deeper.

Whether or not his hands were on you, you would take him deeper down your throat, but not just yet. He was going to have to wait a little for that. You pulled away with a loud ‘pop’. You then took his balls into your mouth and began to massage them with your lips and tongue. His breath was coming out in short pants and every now and then a soft moan left him.

You let go of his balls and licked the underside of his cock, from his balls right back up to his tip. You tongued his slit, lapping up the precum while your hand massaged his balls. Bruce’s hips bucked at the sensation, almost forcing himself back into your mouth.

You released him, pulled away and shook your head. “Uh, uh, uh! No bucking or I’ll stop!” you told him. Bruce huffed and glared at you. From the look in his eyes, you were starting to get the feeling he was beginning to regret giving up control to you. “And you don’t want me to stop, do you?”

“No, I don’t,” he breathed.

“Then behave.”

You took him back into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks, and took him deep into your throat. He was so far down your throat that you were able to lick his balls. You could feel his cock twitching as you continued to massage his balls. A tell-tale sign that you recognised, so you doubled up on your efforts. It didn’t take much longer for Bruce to cum. He came with a cry, your name tumbling from his lips as he fired his load down your throat. You quickly swallowed his release and pulled away, licking your lips.

You didn’t stop there, though. As you waited for Bruce to come down from his high, you muttered words of praise and pressed kisses to his skin. You also decided to leave a couple of hickeys on the inside of his thighs.

Once he had come down from his high, you began to gently stroke him again.

“Is this okay?” you asked, being mindful of how sensitive he might be after his recent orgasm.

“Yeah, yeah. Keep going,” he replied, still sounding a little bit out of breath.

“Okay. Just make sure you tell me if it gets too much.”

“Of course.”

You slowly stroked him and pressed kisses to the shaft of his cock and his tip. Soon enough he was hard again. You wrapped your mouth around his length. A moan worked its way up your throat as you bobbed up and down his cock. The vibration from your moan pulled something between a moan and a groan from him.

You looked up at him. His eyes were no longer on you. Instead his head was resting against the pillow, his eyes were closed and his mouth was partially opened, while he panted.

Bruce moaned softly. Other than the occasional groan and grunt, he had never been particularly vocal during sex. It was just the type of person he was and you knew how much he enjoyed hearing you moan his name. So hearing him being much more vocal now was definitely a treat for you. You were sure to savour each and every sound he made.

As you brought him toward his next orgasm, the heat pooling between your legs was becoming harder to ignore. You squeezed and rubbed your thighs together to try and relieve the pressure just a little bit, while you kept your focus on him.

Bruce’s cock twitched and you pulled back. Your mouth encircled the head of his cock and he moaned your name as he came again. You swallowed his release once again and pulled away, licking his slit to make sure you got every last drop.

He was breathing hard as you moved back up his body, leaving more hickeys across his body in your wake. You really hoped he didn’t have any shirtless photoshoots in his schedule anytime soon.

You kissed him and worked his mouth open with your tongue, allowing him to taste himself. Despite the taste, Bruce kissed you back eagerly.

“Do you feel that?” you asked him as you rolled your hips, so that he could feel your dripping pussy against his penis. He groaned at the feeling. “How wet you make me, Batman?” you said, continuing your little roleplay from earlier.

You grinded against him, a breathy moan leaving you as your neglected pussy finally got some attention. You could feel him starting to harden beneath you again as you moved. Bruce moved his hips with you, adding to your pleasure. Before too long, you had a desperate need to have him deep inside of you, so you moved up onto your knees and took his cock into your hand. You stroked him until he was fully hard again and lined him up with your entrance.

You slowly sunk down onto him. You moaned loudly at the feeling of his cock filling you up and stretching you perfectly. Bruce moaned with you.

You rested the flats of your hands on his chest and began to ride him. You started off slow. Languidly moving up and down his cock. Simply relishing in the feeling of him deep inside of you; how he always stretched you so well. You slowly began to pick up speed.

Soon enough you were riding him hard and fast. Exactly the way you both loved it. You were going to end up walking funny tomorrow, but damn was it going to be worth it.

The sounds of both your moans and skin slapping against skin was loud in the bedroom. His hips bucked and he met you thrust for thrust, hitting that sweet spot inside of you over and over again.

Bruce was straining against his restraints more now. Desperate to touch you. Had they just been flimsy handcuffs, he could have easily snapped them, but they weren’t. It was rope straight from his very own utility belt. The only way he was going to get out of them was if you let him and right now you were too caught up in your own pleasure to currently give it a thought.

“Let me. Touch you.” he pleaded between pants and moans. You nodded, also wanting to feel his hands on you, and slowed your pace. You leaned over him, giving him a nice view of your boobs, and undid the rope.

The second that he was free, Bruce’s hands immediately grabbed hold of your hips. He flipped your positions, so that you were now laying on the bed and he was on top. He moved one of your legs to his shoulder and wasted no time thrusting into you. Each harsh snap of his hips caused the bed to creak and the headboard to bang against the wall. Your neighbours were going to kill you for the noise, but you were too far gone to care anymore.

His head ducked down and his mouth moved against your skin, branding your neck and collarbone with hickeys. Bruce’s pace was relentless. All you could do was hold on, your nails digging into his shoulders and back. You chanted his name as he drove you closer and closer to the edge. One of his hands moved between you and he began to run your clit.

“Cum for me,” he growled. Fuck, he knew exactly what that voice did to you. His command was impossible to disobey as he kept pounding against that sweet spot inside of you.

You came with a cry of his name, your vision white as your orgasm washed over you. Bruce was quick to follow, a groan leaving him as he spilled his release deep inside of you.

Bruce pulled out and collapsed next to you. Both of you were breathing heavily as you basked in the afterglow.

“Fuck,” he finally muttered, once he had caught his breath.

“Yeah,” you agreed as you turned onto your side and looked over at him. The two of you hadn’t come like that in a while.

Bruce removed his cowl and dropped it onto the floor. It landed with a gentle thud onto the carpet. He rolled onto his side and propped himself up on an elbow. He reached over and cupped your face. Bruce ran his thumb over your cheek and you leaned into his touch, letting your eyes flutter close.

“Where did that come from huh?” he asked. “I’m not complaining. That was… that was very sexy.”

You could feel your cheeks heat up at his words. You opened your eyes and looked at him.

“I, uh, I don’t know,” you admitted. “Honestly, until tonight, I didn’t think I would ever actually have that sort of confidence.” You chuckled lightly. “I um… Would you, would you like to do it again sometime?”

Bruce smiled at you and nodded. “Yeah, definitely.”

[bighndrxx]

smile: eren jaeger

chapter 2: ‘bitch you’re my soulmate’

summary: when the twins parents aren’t there for their 18th birthday, kayden decides to make the most of it.

lowercase intended. previous chapter -> chapter 1

kodi woke up the next morning in her bed with nalani sprawled out on her bed as well. she was still in her clothes from the party before, leading her to believe they both blacked out. “lani..nalani..” she tapped her friend repeatedly trying to wake her up. it worked, nalani woke up with a confused expression on her face looking around the room. “bitch we blacked out?”

they both erupted in laughter, which stopped in sync when they both felt headaches at the same time. nalani picked up her phone to check the time, 12:34pm it read, with numerous messages from kayden, and their other friends asking where they were. “they thought we died or sum” nalani said, her face scrunching at the brightness of her phone. kodi let out a dry chuckle before she got up to get herself ready for the day-- or noon. 

the two quickly finished getting themselves ready, the thought that they slept in their party clothes and makeup alone made kodi cringe. “soooo.. what we doing today?” nalani asked as she laid on kodi’s bed, scrolling through her phone. kodi shrugged, she didn’t have anything planned for her actual birthday but she knew kayden would probably have a plan so she’d tag along regardless. “chill with kayden and his friends probably then go to the bnb at 8” she said putting her hair into a claw clip. “speaking off, why was that white boy looking at you like that yesterday?” she put down her phone, looking at her friend with eyes that told kodi all she needed to know. kodi looked back at her friend with a smile, it was as if they communicated telepathically. “bitchhhh!!” nalani jumped up immediately. “but he got a girlfriend, and he kayden friend I can’t talk to him no more” she said as she picked up her phone again. “girl fuck his girlfriend, when I asked if he had a lighter yesterday she was mugging me like I fucked him” she started “and I don’t know why you be acting like kayden yo daddy, so what if that’s his friend?” she finished. kodi shrugged. the twins never dated each others friends, solely because they were so close they would have to constantly see the person regardless if they were still together or not. she didn't respond because she began to think, how come she never seen eren or connie before? she once again didn’t have that much time to think because the smell of weed quickly seeped into her bedroom. nalani got up and opened the bedroom door only to find a few of the same people from yesterday in the basement acting as if this was it was part two of last night.

“kodi why kayden got these niggas in yo house like this?” nalani looked back at kodi who was also confused, and slightly annoyed came to the door quickly to see what was going on. she was met by eren jean and connie smoking with her brother, with erens girlfriend on the couch as if she lived there. kodi walked out, growing more annoyed with the situation. “daddy said you could smoke in here?” she asked her brother who groaned as if he was being bugged by an annoying little sister. “daddy not here, so i’mma do what I want” he said to his sister, who wasn’t pleased with the way her brother was acting. “he not here on our birthday lets’s enjoy it at least” he said with an attitude. “plus eren drove yo drunk ass home yesterday, so be thankful” she opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by the guest on the couch. “girl just chill” she said from the couch, her tone suggested she was growing annoyed with kodi. “don’t call me girl like you know me or sum” she responded quickly, not liking how the stranger was speaking to her. “hey hey” jean quickly interrupted before the light skin could respond. “kodi, that’s eren’s girlfriend, mariah. mariah, that’s kayden’s sister” he talked with his hands. kodi looked at mariah for a final time before she opened her phone.

nalani was silent the entire time, which was a red flag to kayden who knew nalani like a sister. “lani what you thinking about?” he said from the bean bag chair he was sitting on. “bout this ass whoopin you finna get” she said. the basement was kodi’s area usually, and it was decorated like it. so when she found a group of people all over her decor it irritated her to the max. “soooo kodi” connie started “your boyfriend got you flowers for your birthday or do I have to?” he said cheekily. kodi scrunched her face, “who told you I had a boyfriend?” she said in confusion. connie pointed to kayden who refrained from laughing. “so you don’t have one?” eren interrupted abruptly. kodi looked up to him, she wasn’t the only one looking either. they looked back at each-other for a while. mariah noticed, frowning quickly. “hell nah” kayden said under his breath, making nalani chuckle. “no i don’t have a boyfriend” she finally stated. eren smirked “how come?” kodi shrugged. “because she’s rude as fuck if you couldn’t tell” kayden interrupted. kodi ignored him, moving closer to nalani who began taking videos of herself. kodi moved towards the phone, kissing nalani on the cheek for the photo. “why can’t niggas do that for photos?” connie asked “jean come here”

“don’t fucking touch me” he said as he focused on the game in front of him. “i still can’t believe you never told us you had a sister” connie said in disbelief as he laid on the second beanbag seat. “and why jean never mentioned her” eren added as he was focused on the game next to jean. “i did dickhead, nobody listens to me” jean responded finally peeling his eyes from the screen in front of him, which was true. the two just assumed kodi was a boy every time she was mentioned.

“so who’s older?” connie asked.

“me” kayden said with quickness, kodi usually ignored questions revolving around her and her brother. kayden on the other hand always answered all of them, reassuring people that he was the superior twin. kodi was hoping connie would get enough after the first answer, but he just kept going. “I think I like kodi better than kayden personally” eren said after the rounds of questions connie gave. “I personally like kodi better as well” jean added on. kodi smiled at the two of them faintly, more so jean than eren. although they never appeared that close, they always had a bond that could never be damaged. jean was one of the few people besides nalani that saw kodi for kodi, and not who her brother or father was. if you asked jean, he’d admit the one summer before their senior year of high school had been on his mind constantly, he’d fell in love with her, but couldn’t do it publicly because of her brother. because of that he made sure he always had her back, wether it was silently or not. 

“you two have the same dimple...that’s cute” eren said watching kodi’s smile. since he met her he’d only seen her make a few expressions— the expressions being how her face looked when she moaned and her typical deadpan. seeing her smile, especially for longer than 3 seconds was charming to him to say the least. “hell nah” Kayden mumbled under his breathe once again, this time louder than the first one. 

“toxic masculinity is killing my people” connie said, earning a middle finger from kayden. “uh” eren coughed. “bathroom?” he asked “it’s one in kodi room” jean responded, realizing he spoke to quick shortly after. kayden side eyed him as he hit the blunt in his hands, looking back to connie who side eyed jean. “fuck no. lemme show the you bathroom upstairs” she said, getting out her seat. eren followed the 5’7 dark skin up the stairs.

“bringing your girlfriend to my house is crazy i hope you know that” kodi said folding her arms as she leaned against the frame of the bathroom. “i missed you” he ignored her comment, moving closer to her body. his hands found her waist, moving her closer to him as well. if kodi said she didn’t feel the same way she’d be lying. she found him incredibly attractive, regardless of the fact that he had someone else attached to his name. he began to burrow his head into her neck “can i come back? without her” he said “mhm” she said softly. she was wrong, she knew she was wrong but she didn’t care. “i didn’t have to pee by the way” he said, letting go of kodi’s waist. he began to move back to the basement.

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Beautiful* // James March

request: none

prompts: none

warnings: language, insecurities, mentions of acne scars, stretch marks, and feeling overweight, knife play, cunnilingus, smut, bdsm, bondage, spanking, thigh riding, basically extremely kinky sex

a/n: i’ve been really insecure lately so i thought i would write this to try and cheer me up! also the insecurities mentioned in this are based on my own, so i’m sorry if you don’t relate to this!

It wasn’t as bad at first. You could handle your feelings. Hide them away under a mask and pretend that everything was okay. And this worked for a while. You didn’t face them, and in return, they didn’t hurt you.

But slowly your mask began to break.

James never stopped having his dinners with The Countess, even though you’ve been together for almost a year now. And although you knew James loved you, you couldn’t help but feel that he loved her more.

Then you started noticing things about yourself. Little insecurities, which seemed huge in your eyes. The acne scars that littered your face. The stretch marks on your thighs and waist. The way your stomach would pudge out a little more than normal. It started to get so unbearable, that you couldn’t even look in the mirror without wanting to cry.

And finally, James was becoming more distant. In the back of your mind you knew that it was because he was busy. But you couldn’t help but blame yourself. You weren’t good enough for him. You weren’t pretty enough for him. He didn’t love you anymore.

After dealing with these feelings for a while, the mask you hid behind finally broke. The final straw was when you saw James and The Countess together in the lobby. He pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. You shouldn’t have thought it anymore than James being polite, but you couldn’t stop the sinking feeling you felt seeing them together.

You ran back into the elevator and went to the seventh floor. Once the doors opened you went straight to yours and James shared room, locking the door behind you. You pressed your weight against the door, and slowly slid down, curling up into a ball.

The tears started coming. You couldn’t stop them. Every single thing that made you insecure ran through your head. You didn’t have a mask anymore. Everything you were feeling was out in the open. And it was painful. Part of you wanted to die, but doing that here would be of little help.

Even though crying in a ball was slightly comforting, you were beginning to get a little uncomfortable. The floor isn’t exactly the best place to have a breakdown. So you pulled yourself up and went to the bathroom. You put your hands on the sink and braced yourself. Slowly, you looked up into the mirror.

The sight only made you feel worse. Your acne scars were still visible, but now your eyes were red and puffy. And there were dark purple bags beneath them. The makeup you spent an hour on earlier that day had melted away through your grief, leaving a black splotchy mess.

You grabbed a makeup wipe and quickly ran it across your face. You couldn’t bare to look up in the mirror once more, so you walked back into the room. You slipped your shoes off along with your dress, before searching for one of James’ button ups.

Even though he was partially to blame for your despair, his scent was still comforting to you. You sighed as you walked over to your bed, collapsing onto of the sheets. You grabbed a pillow and hugged it, trying to find some sort of comfort. It didn’t work, but you couldn’t bring yourself to let it go.

Then the door opened. James walked in the room, and headed over to you.

“Darling, what are you doing in bed? It’s the middle of the day.”

You couldn’t answer, since your crying had exhausted you. So you didn’t do anything. You just stayed in your postion, cuddling the pillow.

“Darling?” he asked once more as he walked in front of you.

He crouched down to meet your eyes, and his face fell when he saw you. You didn’t realize it, but you were still crying. He gasped slightly as he gently brushed your tears away.

“Dearest, what’s wrong? Please talk to me.”

Slowly you sat up, letting go of the pillow. You drew your legs into your chest and stared at the ground. James sat next to you and pulled you into a hug.

“Dearest?” he said softly, hoping to get you to speak.

“Do you really love me?” you said softly, too tired to talk any louder.

“Of course I do dearest. How could you think any differently?”

“I- I’m ugly. I have scars everywhere, and I’m no where near as beautiful as Elizabeth. And you obviously still love her, becuase you still have your dinners with her. And you never spend time with me anymore, and I don’t blame you. I’m ugly, and boring, and I don’t deserve you.”

James sat in silence as he though over what you said.

“Is that really how you feel? Becuase I can assure you I don’t love Elizabeth anymore. We only have those to discuss running the hotel. If it really brings you distress I shall stop them. And I’m sorry I’ve been distant, I’ve just been very busy with John. I’ll make more time for you, I promise.”

You took in his words, slowly nodding. But you noticing how he didn’t mention you saying you were ugly. Did he agree with you? Did he think you weren’t beautiful?

As he if read your mind, James spoke once more.

“As for you not feeling beautiful, I don’t know how to respond to that. I don’t think I can accurately put into words just how beautiful you are. So I guess I’ll just have to show you.”

You were about to ask him what he meant, but you didn’t get the chance because his lips were on yours. This kiss wasn’t like the others shared between you. Normally they were hungry, and lustful. But this one felt like pure passion and love.

James gently pushed you back so you were laying down. He climbed on top of you, and slowly trailed kisses down your neck, leaving marks behind.

“Darling you look absolutely ravishing when you wear my clothes,” he said as he slowly began to unbutton the shirt you were wearing.

“But it looks even better on the floor.”

You laughed slightly at him, but fell silent when he pulled out his knife. Your pussy instantly got wet as he smirked above you, before gently running his blade over your skin.

“Don’t move dearest.”

He pushed down slightly and cut your bra and panties off, throwing the scarps of fabric aside. You shivered slightly as the cool air hit your damp pussy. James sat back and admired you. His gaze looked as though he was starving, and you were his favorite meal.

“I promise you that by the end of this, you’re going to realize just how beautiful you are.”

You nodded at his words. You watched as he moved himself in between your legs. He was so close that you could feel his breath against your heat. James started to kiss your thighs, leaving love bites all over your stretch marks.

“How could you not love these? They’re beautiful!”

You moaned softly as he bit down on the flesh of your leg. He pressed a gentle kiss over the bite marks and then turned his attention to your aching core.

He licked a stripe up your slit, causing you to moan. You reached down and lightly tugged as his hair. He groaned against you, and you shivered at the vibrations.

James continued to devour your pussy, causing you to shake under his touch. You couldn’t stop the moans that left your mouth. His tongue worked its way between your folds, causing immense pleasure to wash over you.

“Fuck James. That feels so good,” you said breathlessly.

Then he moved to suck on your clit, replacing his mouth with his fingers. He thrust two of them inside of you, pressing them lightly against the spot that drove you wild. A loud moan left your mouth at the contact.

“Oh fuck, Mr. March,” you moaned out.

James growled at the name, biting your clit. You squealed slightly in between your moans. You could feel him smirk against you. Your impending orgasm was beginning to build up. You could feel yourself getting closer with every thrust of his fingers.

“Mr. March, I- I’m gonna cum.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, James pulled away. You whined as you met his eyes, pouting slightly.

“Why’d you stop?” you asked innocently.

“You have doubted my love for you. And therefore you must be punished,” he said staring down at you.

The look he gave you was enough to make you cum on the spot. But you held it back for fear of being punished more. So instead you nodded, feeling excitement build up as your mind wondered what was in store for you.

You didn’t have long to wonder though, because soon you were being pulled onto his lap. The rough material of his clothes brushing against your bare skin made you moan softly. You knew was about to happen, and the excitement within you was building.

“You know what happens to naughty little girls, don’t you?” James asked as he gently rubbed his hand against your bare ass.

You nodded and then felt a sharp sting on your behind.

“Use your words darling,” he said in a warning tone.

“Yes Mr. March,” you answered.

“I think you deserve ten, does that seem fitting to you?”

Even though he was asking you, your answer didn’t matter. He would do whatever he seemed fit. He loved playing with you, and your opinion was not going to stop him.

“Yes, Mr. March.”

“I want you to count for me. If you mess up, we start over. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mr. March,” you responded once more.

Then you felt his hand come down on your ass, hard. You moaned slightly and forced your mind to focus.

“One.”

James continued slapping you, and you continued counting. By the end you were a tearful mess. His handprints littered your ass, and James smiled as you winced under his touch.

“You’ve been so good for me little girl. I think you deserve a reward. Would you like to cum?”

“Yes Mr. March,” you choked out through your tears.

James picked you up once more and straddled you over his legs. The coarse material against your bare pussy made you moan. You looked up at James and melted under the hunger in his gaze.

“Ride my leg,” he commanded.

You instantly complied, putting your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. You began to move your hips back and forth against his leg. You couldn’t stop the moans that left your mouth. The way he was making you feel, was better than anything you’ve felt in a long time, and he wasn’t even doing anything to you.

“You look so beautiful like that darling. I just don’t see how you could ever doubt your beauty.”

You fell apart at his words, getting closer and closer to your edge.

“That’s it darling, cum for me.”

“Ohhh fuck, Mr. March,” you mumbled out as your orgasm washed over you.

You cling to James tightly as you rode out your high, a sense of euphoria hanging in the air. You sighed and collapsed your weight onto him. James gently wrapped his arms around you, and helped you lay down next to him.

When you heard his belt unbuckle, your head perked up as you looked over at him. James only smiled as he brought the belt over towards you. You knew what he wanted so you put your wrists against the headboard above you.

“Good girl,” he praised as he bound you to the bed.

You watched as James shed the rest of his clothing. You pussy already dripping once more. James felt your eyes on him and looked up to find you staring. He only smirked as he climbed on top of you.

“You’ve been so good for me darling. It’s only fitting that I give you what you want.”

In your post orgasmic bliss you couldn’t do much more than nod at his words. James reached between your legs and swiped a finger through your heat.

“You’re already soaked again. You must really want me.”

James lined his cock up with your pussy and pushed in, bottoming out completely. You let out a moan at the feeling, and winced only slightly due to overstimulation.

But he didn’t give you anytime to adjust. He began rapidly thrusting into you, looking deeply into your eyes. Your eyes met his and you could feel the love pouring out of them. You went to pull him closer to you, but couldn’t due to your restraints.

“I wanna touch you,” you begged as you tried to reach towards him.

“Hmm, I don’t know if you deserve it,” he said, teasing you.

You moaned once more as he began to thrust against your g-spot. One of his hands trailed down your body and began to rub circles onto your clit.

“Please. Please Mr. March, let me touch you. Please,” you said before another moan came out of your mouth.

Giving in to you, James undid the belt, and your hands instantly went to his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to get as close to him as you could.

Then you felt it once more. The knot building in your stomach. You were about to cum once more. Your moans increased as you neared your edge.

“James. I- I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me dearest. You deserve it.”

At his command, you let go, covering his cock in your juices. A few moments later, James grunted as he spilled his seed inside of you. He collapsed on top of you, before pulling out, and laying down next to you. You felt a mixture of yours and his cum drip down your legs, covering the inside of your thighs.

He went to get up to grab you a towel to clean up with, but you grabbed his wrist.

“Stay with me, please.”

“I’ll be back in just a moment darling. You’re going to be quite sticky if I don’t clean you up.”

You sleepily nodded and let go off him. James returned moments later, and wiped the cum off of your legs. He then tossed the towel aside and laid down next to you once more. You snuggled into him, breathing in his scent, and allowing yourself to relax.

“Darling, I truly am sorry for my absence as of late. I promise you I will make more time for you, no matter the cost. And I really hope you do realize just how beautiful you are.”

James was concerned when you didn’t answer, but immediately relaxed after he looked down. You were fast asleep in his arms. He pressed a gentle kiss to your head, and allowed himself to fall asleep next to you.

[chasingpj]

𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐦𝐞?

"My soulmate is so mean. He’s done nothing good with these stupid drawings. You know, all I want is something cute, like a picture of, maybe, flowers?"

pairing: leo valdez x gn reader

words: 2,994

warnings: cursing, mentions of genitalia

category: one-shot, soulmate!au

You don’t know who your soulmate is, but when you find out, you know the first thing you’ll do is punch him in his face. You don’t understand why he does this. Why can’t he be romantic like everyone else? You have a few friends who have the same connection you share with your soulmate, through your skin. Your friends rise from their slumbers with beautiful sketches on their arms; Or throughout the day, lines will appear as they’re being drawn, creating the most beautiful artwork you’ve ever seen. However, of course, you don’t get that; instead, you get this.

You stare at yourself in the mirror with pure disbelief, and you can’t decide whether to cry or scream. You’re used to these kinds of drawings in places like your arms, stomach, and legs, so they were easy to hide. But this has never happened before; it's never been in a place so… so visible.

You fill with rage as you observe the sloppily drawn dick on your forehead and your fist clenches as it lays on top of your bathroom sink. You fucking ass. How the hell am I going to hide this? You have to be at work in fifteen minutes, and you have this vulgar drawing on your forehead. You’re sure if you tell your boss your situation, he’d probably dismiss you because this is obviously not appropriate for the workplace. Still, you can’t even imagine trying to explain this to him. It was way too embarrassing.

"What am I going to do?” You whine as you rub your hands on your face. The drawing won’t be removed from your skin unless your soulmate removes it on his, so you had to think of a solution right away.

“Where could he possibly be where this is acceptable?” You try to refrain from sobbing hopelessly as your frantic mind searches for a solution. You think maybe a hat will work, but you discard the idea knowing your boss will tell you to take it off once you’re indoors. Suddenly, like a sign from the heavens, your solution hits you right in the face when you catch sight of your makeup bag lying on the toilet seat. You reach over, grabbing the pouch and unzipping it. Your quivering hands move too fast, causing the products to fall out and scatter into the sink. Your eyes skim over them in search of your thickest foundation and concealer. When you find them, along with your primer, you sigh, saying a silent prayer before getting to work.

***

Leo gasps sharply as the sight of his face in the mirror shocks him out of his fatigue. He touches his forehead, trying to recall the memory of last night while ignoring the pounding headache surging through his skull. He remembers getting to the club with a group of friends and how they took one shot after another until their vision was blurry. He has a faint memory of dancing with some girl, and the chaos of his 4 am Macdonald’s run with his friends. However, he doesn't recall the moment when this picture was drawn on his face. When did this happen? More importantly, who did this? He pauses, gawking at his reflection. His jaw clenches as the culprit comes to mind. He felt foolish for questioning who did this because he lives with, and he went home with one person last night, and that's Percy.

“Percy!” He yells angrily, and in the next room, he hears Percy’s manic laughter getting louder as he runs down the hall and into the bathroom with him. Percy can’t help but laugh even harder at the sight of a distressed Leo, and he silently congratulates himself for pulling such a successful prank. Leo’s expression hardens, and his gaze snaps over to him, “It's not funny!”

Percy snorts and nudges his shoulder, "Come on, loosen up!" Leo laughs sarcastically,

"Come on, loosen up!" He mocks with clear annoyance, making Percy’s laughter ceases. Leo usually takes things like this so well; he's never been angry at him because of a childish prank. The two of them have been pulling pranks on each other since they moved in together, and they would always laugh it out while deviously planning their revenge. Percy tilts his head, now growing annoyed that Leo’s annoyed.

"Why are you so uptight today?" He almost snaps, not understanding his fury. Leo's eyes narrow at him,

"My soulmate is linked to my skin." He speaks slowly and carefully, accentuating his words to make sure Percy understands how bad this is. Percy's mouth drops open, and he stares at the vulgar art on his forehead.

"Oh… shit," is the only thing he can think of saying. “Fuck, I forgot. I’m sorry,” Percy apologizes even though he knows it doesn’t help anything. He didn’t share the same connection with his soulmate, so he had forgotten entirely about Leo’s bond with his. He’s now left with regret knowing that there's someone out there going along their day trying to hide this lewd image.

Leo groans as he throws his head back. "I-It'll wash off? Right?"

Leo flips up the sink’s nozzle, dipping his head in the cold tap water to wet his face. He scrubs with his fingers, blindly grasping the soap next to him. He runs it over, spreading the suds and lightly scratching his forehead. He rinses everything off and returns to his original position to check his face now. He yells in panic when he sees the drawing didn't budge at all; it didn't even fade. Percy audibly gasps,

"I used permanent marker."

"BRO!"

"I'm sorry!"

Percy shifts on his feet as the memory of last night comes back to him. Leo fell asleep in the cab ride home, and Percy, somehow without much balance, carried him over his shoulder into their apartment complex. He squints his eyes, and with a vague remembrance, he recalls plopping him down on the couch. Leo was unconscious, and Percy’s drunk mind saw this as a perfect opportunity to prank him. He picked the first marker he saw, and in the middle of a giggling fit, he sloppily drew the phallic item and took a picture.

Leo frantically puts his head back in the sink to scrub again, and Percy stands by the door, watching panic wash over him. Leo continues scrubbing his skin, and though his skin becomes red under the friction of his nails, he persists. Percy shakes his head, walking over to him quickly, and he pats his shoulder.

"Come on, man. It's not working; you’re gonna hurt yourself." If Percy let him, Leo would scrub his skin raw. He disregards his advice and continues to scrub, bringing the soap over the drawing once again before scratching harshly. Percy, not wanting his friend to hurt himself, turns off the tap, and Leo groans, standing straight. He stares at himself in the mirror, his face dripping wet, and his skin is red with irritation. I'm so sorry.

***

Your day hasn't gotten any better since this morning. First, you wake with a dick on your forehead; second, you miss your bus because you took so much time layering makeup on your face. Then, you get to work about 15 minutes late because your commute, which usually took about 5 minutes, was delayed due to traffic. You assumed that your day couldn’t get any worse, but you discovered you spoke too soon when the system your job uses to put in orders crashed, making your job even harder than it had to be. Also, you spilled hot coffee on yourself during the morning rush, and that almost sent you straight into tears, but somehow, you prevailed.

By the afternoon, you wanted to rip your hair out when you realized you forgot your wallet, leaving you unfed and cranky. Your boss was no help to your mood either. He picked at everything you did today and held a grudge about you being late this morning. You've never had such a shitty day at work, and there is a sense of relief when you witnessed the clock turn to 4:30 pm. You immediately stood up from your chair, collecting your things before walking straight to the computer to clock out.

The last challenge you're facing is to get home in the slippery aftermath of the pouring rain earlier today. It was colder than usual; the sun’s hidden behind stormy gray clouds, and the smell of wet soil is in the air. You shiver, your arms wrapped around your frame in a poor attempt to keep you warm. You don't have an umbrella, and you hope it doesn’t start raining again. You were sure that if your makeup washes away in the rain for everyone to see the mystery under it, you will lose your mind.

You stand in the corner of the waiting shed, resting your head on the side. You take a deep breath, noticing your hands are anxiously chipping away the week-old nail polish. From the corner of your eye, you see someone join you under the shed, and out of usual curiosity, you look over. A tall, slender guy stands in the opposite corner; he wears distressed blue jeans, a black hoodie with a print you can’t see from your view, and a black winter hat. In his hands, he fiddles with a piece of scrap metal. His skin was tan, and his brown curly hair peeks from under his hat. Oblivious to your staring, he looks away from his fiddling and happens to glance over at you. There's a moment of awkward eye contact before you snap your vision away and out to the street.

You cringe at yourself for staring too long, shifting on your feet. You casually lean over the side of the curve, and you swear the light of the heavens was shining on your bus as it drove toward you. You couldn’t help but smile, a sense of relief washing over you. It’s here; you were one step closer to getting home and relaxing.

The excitement was taken away as quickly as it arrived, your bus passing your stop making a mini tsunami in the process. A wave of water splashes directly on you, and it takes you a moment to process what just happened. You stand there, cold and wet staring blankly at the curve. You felt overwhelmed, not being able to hold back the cries that you’ve been suppressing all day.

"are you-" a sob releases from your lips, stunning the unknown guy next to you. You miserably walk over to the bench, plopping down and resting your elbows on your thighs to lay your head in your hands. You sob freely, not caring about the boy's presence, and he stands in his spot, not sure what to do. He had an innate urge to make you feel better, and he doesn't know why but it pains him to see you like this. He clears his throat and decides to settle in the seat next to you. "Bad day?"

You sniffle, trying to find your breath, "The worst."

You don't look up, your hands doing their part to cover your face and your forehead. "I don't understand why everything is going so wrong.” You didn’t even care that you were pitying yourself, but you felt like you had the right considering how shit your day has been.

"I woke up with an awful drawing from my soulmate. I was late for my bus, which made me late to work; I haven't had lunch either. I'm hungry, cold, and now, soaking wet in street water." You sniffle once more. "My soulmate is so mean. He’s done nothing good with these stupid drawings. You know, all I want is something cute, like a picture of, maybe, flowers? I'd even take a tacky picture of two stick figures falling in love... shit; I’d be satisfied with a grocery list. But of course, with my luck, that doesn't happen. I get stupid drawings of... genitalia."

Leo’s body tenses next to you, and his teeth bite the inside of his lip. Drawings of genitalia? Sounds like him. Now he needed to see this drawing you were talking about, and he feels himself getting anxious at the possibility that you could be his soulmate. You continue to cry, refusing to move from your position.

"Well... it can't be that bad?"

"Oh, it's bad,” you managed to respond in your ragged breathing. Leo hesitantly reaches over, affectionately rubbing his hand across your upper back. Your breath hitches softly at the back of your throat, and there is a surge of warmth that radiates from his hand. You feel your tense shoulders begin to relax, and you furrow your eyebrows as your breath miraculously finds its regular pace. You even have this strange desire to cuddle into his frame to acquire more of his touch.

"Come on, show me. It's probably not as bad as you think." He speaks from his experience this morning. If you aren't his soulmate, he's sure that whatever you have isn't as traumatic as what he and his soulmate have.

"No! You'll laugh," you whine, your head laying firmly on your hands.

"I won't! I promise." You can tell from his voice that he was genuine, and for some reason, you can trust him. You slowly remove your hands from your face, but your head is still in an embarrassed bow. His heart pounds in his chest at the anticipation and leans forward to get a look at your face. You close your eyes, not wanting to see his initial reaction.

There it was. Right under your concealer, there is the familiar drawing faintly present. Leo's mouth drops, and his eyes widen; how is he going to tell you that he has the same picture on his forehead? You sigh shakily,

"It's bad, isn't it?" Your face burns in pure humiliation, and you now regret showing him. Leo is silent for a bit, trying to find words to explain himself.

"I'm sorry," he blurts out. Your eyebrows furrow and your eyes flutter open to look at his guilty expression.

"Why are you sorry?" He doesn't even attempt to explain himself in words. He simply slides off his winter hat, showing you the original drawing on his skin. You inhale sharply, your mind trying to process what is happening in front of you.

He's your soulmate, the person that you ideally would spend your life with. You didn't think you'd find him anytime soon or even at all. Your stomach flutters at the sight of him, and your cheeks get warm. You both gaze into each other’s eyes, and there was an immediate connection. You take in the tousled curls on his head, a bit frizzy from his hat and his big brown eyes. Your heart pumps hard in your chest, just as fast as the boy’s heart in front of you.

A few people told you that you’d feel like the world will slow down when you meet your soulmate. You’ll feel complete, and all at once, you’ll fall in love. You thought it was a load of over-romanticized bull, but you found that it was true even with your strange circumstance.

You finally found him…

But he's done this.

Your anger somehow counteracts this "in love" feeling, and you momentarily hate him for starting your day off on a sour note.

"You!" Your arms lift to strike him in the chest, but before you could attack, he grasps your tight fists.

"I'm sorry! I can explain!" He says quickly. Your arms loosen up, and you narrow your eyes at him,

"Explain yourself then." Sheepishly Leo cowers and his hands remain around your fist, just in case.

"Well," he sighs, "I partied a little too hard last night, and um, my roommate, Percy, thought it would be funny to draw this on my forehead."

"Your roommate is an ass."

"Well, yeah. Sometimes. But he was just as drunk as I was, and he didn't realize that the marker was permanent. When I saw it, I immediately thought of you, and how you’d have to walk around with this." He chews on the inside of his cheek, "I tried getting it off, but it won’t go away." You sigh, willing to forgive him since it wasn't his fault.

"So, we're gonna have this for a while?"

"Probably a couple of days or so." You groan and don’t say anything in return. You look down at your lap, still hiding your face from anyone around. "Oh, here, take my sweatshirt. The hoodie can keep it hidden.” He puts his hat back on and pulls his sweatshirt over his body, passing it to you. You smile softly as you take it from him. You pull it over your still soaked and cold frame, slipping your arms in and bringing the hood up. You mutter a small thank you, shoving your hands in the front pocket. He replies with a hum, allowing the sounds of the passing cars to fill your comfortable silence.

"Again, I'm sorry,” he apologizes sincerely, and you turn your head. You smile reassuringly,

"It's okay. I'll forgive you this time,” you say teasingly, and he chuckles. "I'm y/n, by the way."

"Leo." You reach over, taking his hand, and you guys share a handshake.

"Nice to meet you, soulmate.”

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[neoculturetravesty]

The waiting game

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Pairing: Kun x Reader Genre: smut, pwp, it’s literally just filth with a tiny bit of fluff at the end. Warnings: 18+, Daddy Kun, sub reader, daddy/ddlg kink, praise kink, bondage (handcuffs and ankle restraints), fingering, overstimulation with a vibrator, orgasm denial, anal plug, humiliation, spanking, unprotected sex, squirting, facial, fluffy aftercare. Word Count: 3.2k words of the most pwp I’ve ever written. There is no plot whatsoever.

Summary: “Will my baby be okay to bend over like this for a while?” you hear him ask behind you. You turn your head just a little to reply “Yes, Daddy.” 

A/N: Kind of wanted to write some absurdist, slightly unrealistic, fantastical, pornographic smut. And it so happened that Kun ended up becoming the vehicle for this piece. 

“Daddy, please…” you look up at Kun, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you whimper.

“I know, baby, I know.” He takes your face in his hands and wipes away at your tears with the pads of his thumbs. He leans in and gives you a healing, nurturing kiss. “Daddy knows you can take it. Daddy knows you’re his brave girl.”

You whimper and your eyebrows knit together as you look up at him to sob. You’re pretty sure you look anything but brave... you probably look like the most pathetic girl to ever exist. But you can’t keep your composure any longer and you suppose that is what Kun wanted. He wanted to strip you bare so you weren’t hiding from him. So you were showing him your true self, your most vulnerable self, your most naked self. 

It’s why he had put you in this position for what you’re sure has been an hour. On all fours on a table top, panties pulled down to your thighs, a vibrator attached to your pussy, a shiny pink butt plug inserted in your ass. Your tits were just covered enough by a barely there camisole that said ‘Daddy’s Princess’ across the chest in bright pink letters. Each of your ankles was tied to the corresponding leg of the table. Erotic handcuffs with black leather straps were binding your delicate wrists like bracelets. Your back was beautifully arched and your chest was risen tall because that’s how Kun liked it. 

“My princess looks so pretty like this.” He had complimented when he had finished his handiwork and stepped back to look at you. But it was getting harder and harder to stay pretty for him. The vibrator bound to your pussy was buzzing at an agonizing pace--not moving any slower to give you a break, not moving any faster to give you relief. You had, at one point, ground your hips against it to get some variation in friction and you think you must have lost your posture in doing so because it had resulted in Kun giving powerful smacks to your bare ass which made the plug jolt inside you, making you see stars.

Now your ass was red and hot as you struggled to keep your back arched. 

“Press down to absorb the pleasure, princess. Make yourself pretty for Daddy.” Kun had taught you and that’s what you had been trying to do for the past few minutes. But now it was getting to be too much. The slow, tormenting buzzing on your core was making it drip embarrassingly. You were pretty sure your pussy had engorged to maybe twice it’s usual size. Plus, any time you clenched and unclenched around the plug; it made lubricant ooze out of you, because Kun had used way too much and asked you to hold it in like a good girl. You couldn’t see it, but you felt the mess your holes were creating. The only upside was that Kun had placed soft pillows beneath your hands and knees.

You felt vulnerable like this. Wearing a barely there shirt, with your panties pulled down to your thighs. Maybe you would’ve felt less humiliated if Kun had simply taken them all the way off. But you were so exposed and your need was building but not being fulfilled. You were so sexually frustrated and so fucking needy that it was making you cry. But Kun kept stalking your body. Circling around as if you were a lab experiment he was studying, as if he was taking notes on how your body was reacting to each sensation. Every now and then, he would press his palm to the small of your back to put you back in his desired state. Or he’d wiggle and smoothen your panties so they laid smooth and stretched around your thighs. He’d fix your top when all your squirming had made it ride over your tits. He’d push the butt plug back in if you had pushed it out. When would he stop? You didn’t know and it drove you crazy. Maybe that’s what he wanted. To break you down bit by bit through this waiting game. To get to the deepest parts of you that no man had ever seen. To get you to show your true submissive self where you would want nothing else but your Daddy for relief.

Right now, though, he was by your head and he wasn’t fixing you anymore. All his attention was on calming you. When you let out a wail and cry so much that your chest heaves, he presses a long, lingering kiss to your forehead and says,

“Just a bit longer, baby girl. You’re doing so well.” He takes your face in his hands and looks at you with nurturing eyes. But it only makes you look back and cry to him.

“Daddy, pleasseeee… I can’t take this any more! I need to come!” you are barely able to word it out between your sobs.

Kun sighs and grabs a stool and adjusts its height so he is at level with your face when he sits. He takes your face in his hands once more.

“Kiss Daddy to take your mind off of it, princess. But if you want it to stop, you’ll have to say your color.” 

You think about it for a moment. You had come this far. Your pussy was aching and sensitive and your asshole was swollen. Your back was aching a bit and the makeup you had spent nearly an hour doing was probably spoiled. You’re pretty sure the mascara is streaked around your eyes from all the crying. Your hair was probably messy, too, because Kun had grabbed it at one point. But you had come this far. Kun had never been one to hold back his rewards if you’d pleased him in these waiting challenges. And those rewards were always so toe-curlingly bountiful that they made every moment of sexual agony worth it. 

So you end up kissing him though the decision makes you sob into the kiss, like you knew you that you yourself had chosen the torture whereas Kun had offered you a way out. You’re sniffling as you absorb the slow torment in your pussy and Kun kisses you deep. He swirls his tongue in your mouth till you’re drooling down your chin but he doesn’t care. He loved all your messes. He loved that he made you this way: leaking and drooling and crying and submissive. His perfect little princess.

“You’ve made Daddy so proud today, princess.” he coos into the kiss. “Will you be a good girl and stay very still while he undoes everything?”

You nod furiously, your sobs dying down to obedient sniffles as the hope of relief runs through your body. You can feel the mess of tears, mascara and drool on your face, but you don’t seem to care. Kun had already seen the worst of you. No, he had pulled it out of you because that’s what he wanted. That’s what your man wanted.

The man in question walks around to the back of the table now and finally turns the vibrator off. You let out a high pitched, shaky sound of relief, although you don’t feel relieved in any way. You just feel even more sexually frustrated because Kun is taking his time wiping the vibrator off and wrapping the cord and putting it back in it’s right place. Sometimes, you hated his fucking perfectionist guts. Then he methodically undoes the binds around your ankles and you exhale as the circulation returns when you move them around. You place your chest down on the table for a breather when he moves his attention to the huge plug in your ass. He holds it gently and though you know he’s going to be as careful as ever to take it out, you still find yourself gripping onto the edge of the table and holding your breath. But the pain does not come because he twists and turns it so gently, you barely even feel it and only notice it’s absence when the lube starts dripping more freely out of your hole. 

You feel his warm, soft kisses on your ass. “My baby did so well.” he praises and you feel your heart soar. All this pain was worth it if you got to hear him talk like that. Then you find him holding you by the waist and sliding you to the edge of the table, holding your legs and helping you find your footing till you are bent over like he wants. 

“Will my baby be okay to bend over like this for a while?” you hear him ask behind you.

You turn your head just a little to reply “Yes, Daddy.” 

“Good girl.” he pats your bum before you hear the telltale sounds of him undoing his belt and pulling his zipper down. These sounds worked on you like the sounds of bells worked on Pavlov’s dogs. Because you find your pussy dripping for him almost immediately. You move the pillows under your chest and place your cheek on the cool surface of the table as you wait for him to take you. Your wrists are still bound by the handcuffs and it makes you feel so bloody submissive that for a while, you’re happy your pussy is dripping so shamelessly for Kun. You wonder if he likes the mess he’s made between your legs.

But that smugness is chased right away when he pushes his cock inside of you and you’re moaning out in no time. He fucks into you so your mound presses into the edge of the table over and over and your moans become more gurgled.

“Your cock feels so good, Daddy!” you mewl desperately and it works because it encourages him to go faster and soon, your chest is lifting off the table because the pressure in your abdomen is building and building. 

Kun grabs your hair and lifts you off the table and hugs your body to him, into his chest. He fucks you like this, standing up and moans in your ear.

“My baby is so good for me. My princess is so good for her Daddy.” He tells you and you think you’re going to burst, so you tell him.

“Daddy, I need to come!” 

“No, baby.” He replies and pulls out of you so quickly that you lose your balance and double over the table, breathing out of your mouth erratically.

“Daddyyyy!” you whine with your entire body at the betrayal.

“Come here.” He invites as he takes a seat on his favorite armchair. Your panties are still around your thighs and you know he wants you to keep them there. So you waddle your way to him, all your pride be damned. He cups your ass right away and helps you get on his lap, looping your bound wrists around his neck as you straddle him.

“My pretty baby.” he says as he looks up to kiss you. “Does my baby want to come?”

You nod and your face contorts again and you don’t realize that your frown has turned into a sob “Please, Daddy…” you beg.

He kisses your shoulder. “Shhh. It’s okay, baby. Daddy’s got you.” 

He brings both hands between your legs from behind and pushes down your panties that have ridden up and goes straight for your pussy. His hands rub soothing strokes on the entirety of it, almost like he’s massaging you. Both his hands spread your lips apart then his fingers press against your flesh.

“My good girl…” he coos when he sinks two fingers into your hole while the other hand keeps holding you open for him. He begins pumping and you whimper in his lap, saying ‘Daddy’ over and over like an incantation. But then he curls his fingers inside of you and starts pumping up strongly and you know you’re going to burst soon. You unloop your arms from around him so you can push against his chest.

“Daddy, I think I’m going to squirt.” you warn desperately, worriedly.

He kisses you “It’s okay, baby girl, you can squirt,” he assures you.

“Can I get off you, Daddy? I don’t want to make a mess on you.” you bring both hands to your pussy now, covering because you’re not sure how much longer you can hold out before you have an accident on his pants.

But he uses his free hand to grab your bound wrists and loop them around his neck again. “It’s okay, baby. Daddy’s got you. You can squirt right here.” He kisses your cheek caringly.

“Can I take my panties off, Daddy? I don’t want to make them dirty.” you have no idea why you’re so self-conscious about your messes when your face probably looks like one anyway.

“It’s okay, baby. Daddy doesn’t mind if you come in your panties or on his pants. Daddy wants you to come like this, on his lap where you’re safe.” he wraps one arm firmly around the middle of your back while the fingers of the other hand pump with precision because he knows exactly how to make you explode. 

You know you have no choice. You’re whimpering in frustration but you have nowhere to go but his arms. It’s what he wants. He wants you coming undone without hiding from him. And you know it’s bad because your hips are hovering off of his lap, trying to get away from all the pleasure and pressure in your pussy. You bury your face in his neck and wail till your voice strains before it cuts off. And before you know it, you are raining down all over him.

“That’s it, baby girl. Just let go for your Daddy. Let it all out.” He’s rubbing your back, nurturing, which is in striking contrast to what his other hand is doing inside your pussy. You’re embarrassed beyond belief because the squirt is falling onto Kun with a splattering sound and you regret lifting off of him. But you can’t really think because your entire body is convulsing and if he wasn’t holding you, you would’ve fallen off already. When you still, he holds you close, rubbing his hands up and down your back, pressing kisses to your forehead. 

“Are you sure you let it all out, baby girl?” He asks, bringing a hand back to your pussy and sinking a finger into your hole as if to confirm.

“I think so, Daddy.” you say meekly into his neck.

“Stand up so Daddy can check.” He says and you almost groan because you don’t want to stand up. You just want to go limp in his arms and never move ever again in your life. 

But nothing good even comes out of defying Kun so you’re up on your feet, supporting yourself with your bound hands on his shoulder. Your pussy is right in front of him like this and he furrows his eyebrows, pushing his fingers inside of you and inspecting you with an almost clinical concentration. When you moan out, he nods like he’s confirmed something.

“I think you can come one more time.” he turns you so you’re standing sideways to him. He brings one hand from behind, under your legs and into your hole, while his other hand splays over your lower abdomen, pressing as if to squeeze anything that’s left out of you. Your toes curl as you moan restlessly because you weren’t sure you could, but once Kun had decided he wanted something, he almost always got it. You let out dry, frustrated sobs and he looks up at you.

“Baby girl. Concentrate and come.” he scolds and he reaches with his thumb to rub circles on your clit as well. You stand there whimpering, moaning, giving into your boyfriend’s desires and soon, you find your body convulsing once again. Kun has to hold you tighter by the pussy because you’re doubling over as your orgasm hits. Soon, he has pulled you into his lap once more, making you sit on his thigh as he kisses you.

“Good girl.” He kisses your lips while his hand goes between your legs to soothe over your aching pussy. “That’s my good girl.” he says in between kisses and you smile lazily because you’re happy you pleased him. 

“Is my good girl going to take Daddy’s cum on her face?” he asks lovingly as he gently pulls your panties up and puts them snugly in place, covering you.

“Yes, Daddy.” You say, in a soft, almost sleepy voice. You were spent.

Kun kisses your temple, tender and long. “Get on your knees for me, baby girl. Take Daddy’s cum all over your pretty face.”

“Yes, Daddy.” you say sweetly as you get on your knees and look up into his eyes from below, like the loving submissive that you were. And he stands up and unzips himself more so he can take his cock in his hands and look at you adoringly as he pumps himself. You rub your palms over his thighs to help him along and soon his breaths have turned to moans and his moans have turned to grunts and he is coming all over your face, hitting your cheek, your forehead, your lips, your eyes. It clings onto your eyelashes; some of it even lands on your hair. You squeeze your eyes shut and keep them closed, staying very still as Kun holds the top of your head and strokes every last drop out onto your face.

He stands back panting “Fuckkk, you look so fucking gorgeous, baby.” he breathes out and you smile gently without opening your eyes.

“Stay like that.” you hear after a while and then feel his thumbs swipe carefully over and between your eyelids. “Open.” he says and you blink your eyes open but soon realize that he meant your mouth because he’s scooping all the cum off your face with his thumb and feeding it to you. You oblige because when he’s done, he kisses you deeply in gratitude.

He walks away for a while and you stay there on your knees, wrists bound, spent to the bone, feeling like your legs have turned to jelly. So you lay your head on the seat of Kun’s chair so you can doze off just like that but he’s back before you’re totally gone. He’s undoing the handcuffs and kissing the skin of your wrists when it is exposed. He is lifting your shirt off of you and your panties and scooping your naked body in his arms and carrying you till he’s placed you in a hot bath. He bathes you thoroughly, massages your scalp when he shampoos your hair, then dries you off and anoints your pussy with soothing balms when he’s done. Then he puts you in one of his shirts that hangs to your thighs like a dress and then pulls you into his arms and tucks the covers around you so you’re snug into him, warm and comfortable and safe.

You feel so good that you decide that you would make breakfast for him in the morning just to thank him for being the best boyfriend in the world. But like all mornings, he beats you to it and you wake to breakfast in bed. 

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Eyes That Won’t Wonder

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description: after the death of your former patient you are assigned to Mr. Wakatoshi, a quiet, handsome, older gentleman who quite frankly doesn’t know how to keep his hands to himself or his dick in his pants.

warning this story will contain: smut, smut & more smut. specifically breeding, anal, dirty talk, friends fucking, camboy bokuto, himbo bokuto, &so much more!

“Is this what you wanted, to be bent over in a filthy public bathroom and used as a human cum disposal?” He grunted into your ear, voice thick and full with lust.

This isn't what you had at all expected when you had gotten assigned to him, and in all honesty you didn’t even think you’d like him; nonetheless, you agreed with him. “Y-yes sir.”

 “Who would have ever thought the sweet girl that I met not even five months would be so fucking eager to get fucked and filled in such a place like this?” His words caused your head to spin. An array of struggled moans slipped past his thick fingers which he had shoved between your puffy red pout and down your throat which had previously been occupied by his cock. 

“It’s ok though doll, I’ve wanted this too.” He groaned, snapping his hips forward. 

His free hand that was knotted into your hair yanked you up and forced you to look in the mirror in front of you. You didn't even recognize yourself like this, but this is what you wanted after all right.

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The morning sun that filtered through the curtains danced on your cheeks while you scrolled aimlessly on your phone. 

“Hey, hey, hey.!.” You heard as the door opened revealing your bubbly bright eyed roommate. A small smile graced your face as he laid down beside you wrapping a thick arm around you. 

“Hey.” You said putting your phone down looking down at him.

“You ready for today?” He asked rubbing circles on your thighs, fingertips rough on your skin.

You shrugged as you watched him, “I guess so, it's been kinda hard since Washijō passed.”

Bokuoto’s usual smile turned into a slight frown as you mentioned your old patient turned friend. “He’s not suffering anymore.” He said quietly, trying to comfort you. 

“ I know, I just miss the old geezer sometimes.” You mumble letting your fingers glide through his two-toned locks. “But the report says that the new guy, Ushi-something, is only in his late 50’s.”

Bokuto now wore a puzzled expression on his face. “That’s not exactly old.”

“I know, but hey at least he’s not on his deathbed.” You say knocking on your wooden nightstand.

He laughed at the gesture and rolled off you. “It’s almost 7, so you should probably start getting ready if you're gonna be there by 7:30.” 

“I know but the bed is so comfortable.” You whined stretching out over the entirety of the space.

“I bet it won't be so comfortable after your in it everyday when you get fired for missing your first day back in three weeks.” He sassed hands on his hips. 

“Shouldn’t you be getting fucked in the ass or something?” You questioned whipping your head around to look at him.

He gasped and threw a shirt that was on the floor at you. “I do the fucking thank you very much!” He exclaimed dramatically as he sauntered out of your room.

“Tell that lie to someone who’s going to believe you miss butt-plug.” You yelled rolling off the bed and onto the floor with a thump. “Ow.”

“I hate you!” He screamed. “I’m getting a new roommate!”

“ Good luck finding someone who will disinfect your toys while you're at the gym.” You retaliate, digging through your dresser to find your scrubs.

“You did that out of your own free will.” He said, popping his head into your door throwing something at you. Your scrubs.

“Thanks love.” You smile.

“Still hate you.” He says crossing his arms in your doorway. You amble over to him and get on your tiptoes planting a wet kiss on his cheek. “Still hate me now.”

“Y-yes, what the fuck was that supposed to do?” He asked, wiping his cheek.

“I dunno, worked in highschool.” You shrugged, pulling your shirt off revealing your chest along with the rest of your unclothed body. 

“Getting naked won't work either.”

“Why? Am I not sexy anymore?” You fake pouted, pulling your bra on along with your top.

“No, still very sexy, I've just developed an immunity for it.” He said matter of factly. 

“Hmmm.” You mumbled pulling up your pants. “Guess i'll just have to find a new way to get you to love me.” You mumbled purposely grazing his cock as you pushed past him to get to the bathroom. “But if I do say so myself, it doesn't feel like you’ve developed an immunity. Felt hard as a rock to me.” 

“Hey hey hey, don’t get me all worked up just to leave for work.” He mumbled, reaching a long arm out to pull you to him by your waist. You could feel his breath against your lips as his skilled fingers worked into your waistband and started to knead your ass like it was bread dough.

“No no, you hate me, remember.” You say reaching around grabbing his hand and forcing him to stop. 

“I was just kidding bro, please don’t do this. I haven’t gotten to touch you in forever please mamas.” He pleaded, emphasizing the last word, seeing as to how he knew it was your weakness. 

“Don’t you have a boyfriend.” You mumbled tilting your head back ever so slightly so he could plant light kisses in all the places he knew you liked them most. 

“Open relationship.” He mumbled into your skin. “And kaashi specifically said i can have you whenever i pleased.”

“Oh really.” You moaned as he sucked on the flesh just beneath your earlobe.

“Yep, he actually wanted you to shoot a scene with us.” He groaned, grinding his length into your stomach. 

“Fuck, Bo, I’m gonna be late.” You moaned as he rubbed around your tight pucker before pushing past the tight muscles.

“No you're not, I can do this while you get ready.” He whispered lowly in your ear. 

“Fuck, fine.” You moan, hands grabbing at his hair. He lifts you and takes you to the bathroom placing you down in front of the sink. You moan as he pulls your pants down immediately falling to his knees, tongue darting out to lap your hole. “Oh my fuck.” You whine, grabbing your toothbrush. You have to really focus and resist the urge to spread your cheeks so he could have better access to you in order to put the toothpaste on the toothbrush.

“Yum.” He groans and brings his hands to spread you out almost as though he had read your mind. You shove your hips back further into his face as you brush your teeth, struggling to keep your head up. 

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.” He says getting up and grabbing the bottle of lube off the counter. He squirts some on his fingers and massages it into your hole and pulls his sweats down to lather the remainder of it onto his cock. You spit as he pushes into you. Slowly but surely he thrusts into you, hands harshly gripping your ass. 

“Fuck.” You whine, hands gripping the edge of this sink as you struggle to keep you composure.

“That’s what I'm doing.” He mumbles wickedly in your ear. You cry out as he begins hitting your g-spot repeatedly. 

“Gunna, c-cum.” You manage your head falling onto the countertop. He speeds up his thrust and you can feel him begin to twitch in you motioning that he’s now chasing his own release. 

“Fuckkkk!” You exclaim legs quivering as you squirt all onto your bottoms and the floor beneath you. 

“Shit.” He groans slamming into you one final time before he pulls out and finishes on your ass.

You both huff as you catch your breath. 

“Dammit now I gotta change, and I still havent done my makeup.” You sigh pulling your head off the cool porcelain. 

“Here.” He says handing you a moist towel. “You clean yourself up and I'll go get your other scrubs.” 

You nod to him kinda as a silent thank you and then he disappears to get your other uniform. You step out of your drenched bottoms and pull your top over your head tossing them in the basket in the corner. You gently wipe the remaining lube from your ass and your juices from your legs before tossing the towel in the basket as well.

“Here.” He says handing you an identical uniform to the one you just took off. You hurriedly slide them on and rush back to your room to get your phone.

“Have you seen my bag…” You trail off as you see him standing with it in hand beside the door. 

“Thanks.”You say, grabbing it. “And do the laundry.”

“You can't ask nicely?” He huffs causing you to roll your eyes.

“Do the fucking laudry or ill shove that so far down your fucking throat itll come out of that pretty plump little behind of yours.” You say sweetly pointing at that large purple dildo sitting on the couch.

“You think my ass is plump huh?” He smirks, leaning against the door.

“Laundry.” You say sternly.

“Fine.” He mumbles now rolling his eyes. He opens the door allowing you out. 

“Be safe.” He waves as you open your car door.

“Kk, don’t burn the house down.” You wave back. 

“No promises.” He says smiling innocently before slamming the door. 

Shaking your head you get in and set off in the direction that the GPS instructs. 

“Nice, made it in time and with time to spare.” You mumble to yourself sliding your watch onto your wrist. You pulled up to the gate, typed in the numbers that were scribbled at the bottom of the paper, and thankfully it opened without a struggle. You slowly drove up the long driveway admiring the array of greenery that was along the path. 

“Goodness.” You gawked once you caught sight of the house. It was huge. “Who the hell even is this guy?” You mumble parking in front. You pull out the paper and scan over it. There isn’t much beside the fact that he had back surgery two years back. That was odd, he was only 59, and only had one major issue. Usually the company wouldn't even send someone out unless that patient was in their late 60’s and had major health issues- Washijō for example, he was 83, had two bum knees as well as a new hip. Compared to him this new guy- Ushijima Wakatoshi- was a spring chicken in your eyes.

Shrugging you grabbed your bag and headed for the front door, again admiring the beauty of the home. You grab the knocker and give it two big hits and wait. Moments later you hear the lock on the other side turning. The door opens revealing a handsome man with golden eyes, olive hair and a tall build. 

“You must be Mr. Wakatoshi’s son, I hope I'm not pronouncing that incorrectly, I’m his new home health aid” You smile, eyes wandering down to his bare chest. He’s almost in as great shape as Bo & he’s probably twice his age. You think to yourself, eyes glancing at his biceps before making eye contact with him again. 

He lets out a sound that resembles a cough and you realize that's his laugh. “You pronounced it just fine, and no, I’m Mr. Wakatoshi.” If not for the words you would have been drooling at the low rasp that was his voice.

“What, what!” You shriek.

i was really hornknee when i came up with this concept. lets see where it gets me :)