#but I fucking worked my ass off for that other trench and I don’t get to be there for the fruit of my labors

[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

Im going to have to learn new depths of emotional maturity to handle the field school this season tbh

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Sweet Like Sugar (Tattoo Artist!Geto x Black!Bimbo!Reader 18+ One Shot)

Pairing: Geto Suguru x Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In which Geto gets paid a pleasant surprise at his tattoo shop when his favorite, cute little bimbo client comes to visit one night on his birthday to cover her ex's tattoo.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Dom!Geto; sub!Reader; Bimbo!Reader; Reader is Black & Fem; Sexual Tension; Stripping; Oral; Deepthroat; Multiple Positions (Doggystyle, Fucking Standing Up; One Leg Up; Cowgirl); Body Worship; Dick Piercing; Mild Pain Kink; Unprotected PIV; Cum on Ass

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: A very happy birthday to my BABYYYYY!! I wrote this as a quick something to celebrate the special day & because tattoo artist!Geto has been burning a hole in my head AND my p*ssy. Enjoy! -Jazz

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It’s his birthday and he’s working late. 

Not that he would’ve chosen differently. Geto doesn’t mind working late. Anything he can do to increase the popularity of his beloved tattoo shop, he’ll do it. He’s had this shop for over six years now ever since he graduated from art school and claims it as the reason for his career. Plus, celebrity popularity. 

Ever since he tattooed Rihanna on one of her world tours, he’s tattooed many other popular figures in music which gained him more traction. He can’t be happier with the booming business, even when it is on his birthday. He’s never been the type to make a big deal about the day he was born, so working on inking up people’s bodies and scheduling appointments never bothered him. It does, however, bother Gojo. 

“C’mooon, Sugu,” he whines, using the nickname he’s called Geto since high school. “You’ve been in this sad little shop since 8 in the morning! Let’s go out for drinks. It’s your birthday, after all.” 

Geto, currently bent over his station cleaning off his ink needles and machinery in time for the next appointment at 8 PM (the shop closes at 9, but he lets the guy squeeze since it means more money), rolls his eyes. “7, actually,” he says. “And you know that the bars are packed tonight, Satoru. It’s Saturday. We can go during the week though.” 

Gojo whines again as he shrugs on his coat and pops on his glasses that Geto thinks make him look like one of the three blind mice. “You’re so boring,” he sighs. “Why do I hang out with you?” 

Shoko exits her post at the front desk, putting on her leather trench to hide one of her arms roped in ink. “Because he gave you a job out of college and lets you smoke weed on your breaks,” she mumbles as she pops an unlit cigarette into her mouth. Gojo glares at her while Geto laughs. He gave Gojo a job as a tattooer, along with Shoko (who is also the receptionist), because of how good their skills are. However, he would do it anyway because of their work ethic and the fact that they’re such good friends. 

“I’ll go with you ‘cause I need a drink,” Shoko huffs as she shimmies between the tattoo stations to the front door.” “We’ll drink in honor of you, Sugu.” Before she leaves, she bends over and pecks Geto on the cheek, leaving a ring of red lipgloss. “Happy birthday,” she chuckles. 

“Thanks,” he chuckles, wiping off her lipstick stain. “Have fun.” Shoko heads out into the chilly night, holding the door so Gojo can hurry up and join her outside. His blue-eyed friend stops and pats Geto on the shoulder, nearly knocking Geto’s cleaning rag and his ink machine out of his hands. “Don’t stay too long, alright? You need to sleep.” 

He gives Geto a serious look as he says this. It’s no secret that his friends think that Geto overworks himself to the point of exhaustion, but when you’re a business owner, you have to make sacrifices. “Satoru, my appointment is only askin’ for an outline,” he chuckles. “Those only take me twenty to thirty minutes, tops. But I appreciate your concern.” He puts a hand on Geto’s, giving him a smile. “As soon as I’m done, I’ll hop on my motorcycle and head out of here, okay?” 

Gojo nods, looking satisfied with that. “And let us know if a hot girl comes in,” he says with a smirk. “Maybe even that sweetheart you’ve got your head in a tizzy over.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at Geto who rolls his eyes, but his body tingles at the mention of you, the “sweetheart” in question. 

“Not head’s not in a tizzy,” he scoffs, standing up from his leather seat to get a drink, but mostly to escape his friend’s teasing. “Whatever the fuck that means. And she hasn’t been here in over two weeks.” Gojo watches Geto’s muscular back as he walks away, the dragon tatted on his back flexing along with his muscles. “You miiiiiss her,” he teasingly sings. 

Geto cuts his eyes sharply at his friend, about to tell him off, but Shoko peeks her head through the front door. “Cut it out,” she criticizes Gojo. “Now let’s go before we can’t find a seat.” She nods at Geto with a smile, giving him a wink. “Take it easy, Suguru.” Geto hums in agreement and waves as he moves behind the front desk to their mini fridge. 

“Remember what I said!” Geto calls as he heads out the door. “Let me know if she comes! I want details!” Then he’s off with Shoko into the city, leaving Geto alone in his shop. “Lock the door on your way out!” Geto calls, but they leave before his order reaches them. Sighing, he takes an ice-cold water bottle out of the fridge and takes a gulp of it before walking over to lock the door. 

Though he loves his friends, he was counting on them leaving tonight since they’re heavy drinkers and Gojo is a partier. It gives him time to be alone with his thoughts and, though he will never admit it, he is hoping to see you tonight. He’s been staying late for just that reason, making the excuse to ink people for later appointments, count cash, and clean up shop. He’s been hoping one day that you’d pop up on his schedule or that you’d call so he can hear your sweet, sexy voice, but to his utter disappointment, you haven’t. 

Ever since you entered his shop a month ago to get your belly button pierced, he hasn’t been able to get you out of his mind. It was a chilly but sunny day when he met you and he had just returned from lunch to get started with his next appointment. Gojo and Choso, one of his other skilled yet young tattooers, were working that day. Geto had walked in, positively pissed, in his wool trench after parking, locking, and hopping off of his motorcycle. 

The bell above the door rang as he stomped in wearing his boots, wanting to stomp someone. “You won’t believe this shit,” he scoffed to no one in particular but knew that his coworkers would listen. “I almost ran over this guy’s dog who ran out into the street without a leash. The dude tried to blame me for it even though he’s an irresponsible dog owner! Then, the idiot was threatening to sue for…” 

He immediately stopped complaining the moment he got a look at you checking in at the front desk along with your friend. 

You turned around at the same time as his coworkers when he stomped through the door, giving him an eyeful of your pretty, brown skin and eyes highlighted by the pink you wore: a pink trench with flurry sleeves and neckline; a pink cropped sweater that exposed your tummy and juicy cleavage held up by your push-up bra; pink nails he wanted to feel wrapped around him; juicy, glossy, pink lips that chewed on some strawberry mint gum he could smell from the door. 

The only things that weren’t pink on you were the black boots that didn’t make him any taller than you and your hip-hugging, low-waist jeans that flared out at the bottom of your ankles and hugged your waist and thighs something wicked. Geto was silenced, his heart thundering in his ears and blood immediately rushing to his cock. He was disgusted at that, but he couldn’t help it! It was like you stepped out of a man’s wettest dream. You were the perfect mix of adorable and sexy. 

Shoko smirked at Gojo from across the room before clearing her throat to fill the awkward silence. “Your 3 PM is here, Geto,” she announced. You gave him a big, blinding, warm smile and he wore he nearly popped a nosebleed. “Hi!” you greeted him. “That’s me! I booked it online on your website.” 

Realizing he looked like an idiot just standing there, Geto quickly recovered and cleared his throat, ignoring Gojo’s soft sniggers. “Uh, yeah,” he said. “Yes, my 3 o’clock. I’m Suguru.” He stuck out his hand to you which you took, your hand so much smaller and softer than his. “I’m Y/N,” you said in that sweet voice. “This is my friend. She introduced me to your shop ‘cause Ariana Grande got her tattoo done here.” 

“Oh, yeah, Ms. Grande!” he chuckled. He had to take a moment to think about that because his brain was too busy focusing on how good you smelled and your pretty smile. “Yeah, she was very nice. Are you here for some ink? I don’t think you said anything about what you wanted for your appointment.” 

You giggled, sheepishly so. “You guys do piercings, right?” you asked, blinking those big, doe-like eyes and doll-like lashes up at him. He nodded, afraid to speak. “I was hoping if maybe I could get a belly button ring. A pink one, please! Or one shaped like a heart!” 

Your friend nudged you the wider and more excited your gorgeous eyes got. “Y/N,” she whined. “Don’t be so pushy.” But Geto chortled to himself, thinking it was adorable. “It’s cool,” he chuckled. “Well, follow me to my station and I can show you what we have.” 

While your friend waited in the waiting area where snacks and drinks sat, you followed Geto to his workstation where a stool for himself, a retractable chair for his clients, and a large mirror plastered against the wall sat. He presented you with a glass case of rings to choose from, each one becoming more expensive due to the kind of metal used and whether the diamond in it is real. “Oooh, I’ll take this one!” you cooed, pointing at the fuschia pink diamond stud with a butterfly charm hanging off of it. “It’s so pretty!” Geto smirked, knowing that you’d pick that. “Lemme just sit up real quick,” he told you and you nodded before shedding your coat. 

When you did, he watched as you bent over to toss the coat over your chair, getting an eyeful of your back and your ass in your jeans. He has never had a client make it so hard to work before. His cock practically became his head, throbbing intensely. He tried to distract himself by putting on his latex clothes and cleaning the piercing needle. Once done, he took out the earring and dangled it in front of you. “You like pink?” he asked, smirking. 

You gave him a sheepish, shy smile. “Is it that obvious?” you giggled. “I just love the color. I think it makes me look cuter.” He didn’t tell you that he agreed. You then began to look around the store aimlessly, gaping at the sketches hanging up behind him. “Wow, did you draw that?” you gasped, pointing at a blue dragon emerging from a bed of water lilies. “That’s sooo beautiful! You design your own stuff?” 

He nodded, flushing at the compliment. “Thank you, and yes, I do. I’m a tattoo artist who just so happens to own their own shop.” He patted the chair, giving you a warm, comforting smile. “Go ahead and get comfortable. Lie back for me.” You did so, sitting down and lying back against the leather cushion, but you looked tense. “How long have you owned your shop for?” you asked. “That’s gotta be hard. I’m going to college now, so I know how it feels to be so overwhelmed. Classes are cool. I hate math classes though. I mean, what do we need to learn calculus for? It’s pointless! I wanna be a teacher, not…” 

You stopped, looking embarrassed. “Sorry. I talk a lot when I’m nervous.” He raised an eyebrow at you as he set out some anti-bacterial wipes and soothing cream. “Nervous?” he asked. “I can see you’ve gotten piercings before though.” He nodded at your ears and diamond nose ring. 

“Yeah, but those weren’t for my body!” you argued. “But then again, I do wanna get my nipples done too, so I guess I’ll have to get used to needles.” 

Geto didn’t tell you how much the idea of you having nipple rings turned him on. Maybe they would be pink too. “I have tattoos too,” you added. He once again quirked an eyebrow at you, happy to get to know you more to ease your nerves…and also because he was so intrigued by you. “Do you now?” he prompted, curious. “Lemme see.” 

You first showed him one––a tiny purple butterfly on your right arm. “I got this one two years ago for my birthday,” you explained. You then rolled down your pants slightly, making Geto blush and think very naughty thoughts, to show him the name inked on your left thigh. “And this one is my boyfriend’s name.” You stated this so proudly. 

Geto tried not to wither at the fact that you were taken. Of course, you would be! You were too damn cute to not be with someone. “Boyfriend, huh?” he asked. “How’d you meet him?” He hated how bitter he sounded, but you didn’t seem to notice. “We go to the same school together. Funny enough, he was my weed plug and he asked me out. We’ve been together for two years now.” 

You gave him a crooked smirk as you pulled your pants back up. “I know it’s silly,” you sighed. “That’s what my friend said: to get a guy’s name tattooed on your body.” Geto felt a pang of guilt because he was thinking it. “I didn’t say that,” he protested. “You’d be surprised how many people come in here wantin’ their significant other’s name tatted on them.” 

“Well, there’s the whole logic behind it that if you break up, you’ll have their name on you forever!” you stated. “But I know that’s not gonna happen. We’re doing great and he’s got my name tatted on him in the same spot!” you sounded so certain that Geto couldn’t dare argue. 

“I’m happy to hear that,” he said, giving you a smile before fetching an alcohol swap. “I’m just gonna clean your belly button first and then you’ll feel a pinch. There will be blood, but not a lot.” 

You nodded and braced yourself by squeezing the chair before he began to wipe at your belly button. “That tickles!” you laughed, endearing, hysterical giggles leaving your mouth as Geto did his thing. He smiled, loving the sound. He wanted to make you laugh always. Once done, he took the needle and gave you a soothing smile. “So tell me what you go to school for.” 

You were happy to tell him and he found that the more he talked to you, the less tense and nervous you were. You talked the whole time he took the needle and pierced your belly button, trying not to laugh at your squeal of pain. You were just the sweetest thing ever. He also found that the more he talked to you, the more he wanted to know you. Once finished and your stomach was clean, you admired your piercing in the mirror. “Thank you so, so much, Suguru!” you squealed. “It’s so, so cute!” 

Geto watched you shake your hips in the mirror, agreeing that the tiny charm looked so damn cute hanging from your belly. He tried not to stare too much, instead, spraying and sanitizing the chair for the next client. “Do you have an IG that I can tag you in?” you asked, taking out your phone with a Hello Kitty case. God, how cuter could you possibly get?! He just wanted to scoop you up and put you in his pocket! 

“Yeah, and I’ll give it to you when I ring you up,” he stated, loving how sweet you were. Once he finished cleaning up and giving you the solution to clean your piercing with, he walked you to the front desk to pay and totaled it, telling you something completely lower than the actual price. “Oh…but that’s not the price on your website,” you stated, confused. 

“I know,” he chuckled, looking down at you adoringly. “A college girl like you needs to save.” Realization flickered in your eyes. “That’s so sweet!” you cooed and, after you finished paying, surprised him by putting $20 in the tip jar. “For doing such a good job on me,” you giggled. “I’ll make sure I visit here again for a tattoo.” 

Geto shared your smile, feeling his heart thud at the thought of you coming back. He wanted you to come back. “I look forward to it, Y/N,” he said, not realizing how deep and sultry your voice sounded. But you did and your friend had to come get you because your legs suddenly forgot how to function. You looked back at him over your shoulder before you finally left, making Geto wonder if he’d see you again. Gojo was more than excited to be nosey and leaned against the front desk while Geto counted change. “What?” he grumbled, not even looking up. 

“Dude, you should’ve copped that,” Gojo sighed. “I would’ve definitely slid that cutie my digits.” 

Geto glared at him as he dropped the coins in the register. “She said she has a boyfriend, in case you’re hard at hearing,” he pointedly said. 

Gojo clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “That don’t matter! You could’ve given her your card for…business purposes.” He smirked suggestively, ever the perv.  “Why would I need to do that if she has my IG?” Geto scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Da fuck I look like givin’ this girl my card with my number on it? She would’ve thought I was trying to pick her up. And besides, she’s probably not even gonna show up again.” 

But you did. You showed up the whole month of January to pick up new solution or to get a cleanup on your butterfly tattoo. Geto always took you and if he wasn’t there to do so, you came back when he was on his shifts which made his heart flutter. You learned more about him and he about you during all of your sessions which became his favorites. You had become his favorite client because of how sweet you were to everyone. Your personality and presence seemed to brighten his shop a little more. He looked forward to the days you’d come in. 

Until suddenly, you stopped. He hasn’t seen you in over a week and though he had your number in the system, he refused to call you. He didn’t want to overstep boundaries, so he just left it be, but he can’t deny that his heart aches every time the bell above the door rings and you’re not standing there. 

After fifteen minutes of cleaning up and humming to the music blasting from his phone, it begins to drizzle outside which means that his appointment may be cancelled. Many clients cancel or don’t show up when the weather is nasty. No more than five minutes later, he gets a call on the shop’s phone which goes right to voicemail. “Hi there!” his appointment, an older man, says. “This message is for Geto Suguru. I apologize, but I have to cancel because of my work hours. I’ll reschedule for an opening next week. Have a good night!” 

“Shit,” Geto cusses, not happy to have wasted his time, but also glad that he’ll be able to go home early and chill on a rainy night. So he busies himself with putting up the closed sign on the door before taking a Clorox wipe and wiping down the front desk. With his back to the door, he hears the bell make its tinkling sound behind him. 

“Hey, sorry, but we’re closed,” he announces without looking behind him. “Oh, sorry!” your sweet, familiar voice says. “I wanted to…” Geto immediately stops cleaning to turn to face you. You stand there frozen with an umbrella dripping in water and wearing a cropped pink tracksuit and matching pants bedazzled with your name on them. You both stare at each other for a minute, completely silent and transfixed, before you manage to smile at him. “Hi,” you greet him. 

God, how he’s missed that smile. “Hi,” he parrots, still in awe. “What brings you here tonight, stranger?” 

Your smile grows wider, a little brighter than before but still slightly…off. You don’t have that light to them. “I had come to get something, but I can come back. I thought y’all closed at 10 PM.” 

“We do,” Geto replies, already putting away the cleaning products, “but my client cancelled, so I was gonna shut down shop early…but I can still take you depending on what you need.” You look relieved at that and he wants to know why. “Thank you, Suguru,” you sigh. “I’m so sorry to interrupt your night.” 

“Nonsense,” he chuckles, walking you over to his work station. “My night was gettin’ boring anyway, so I’m glad you walked in. Hop up.” He pats the seat to which you hop up on, your legs dangling from the seat. The sound of SZA swells around the shop, filling the silence. Usually, you’re so chipper and singing along to the tunes, but tonight, you’re completely quiet. 

“So I’ve got ask,” Geto says, giving you a warm smile. “Where have you been at all this time? I haven’t seen you around the shop lately.” He begins to take the cleaning products for piercings and tattoos out to make it the conversation seem casual, but in reality, he is dying to know where you disappeared to. You shrug, looking everywhere but at him. “Just dealin’ with classes, you know,” you answer softly. “Exams, tests, papers…” He nodded understandably and rolled towards you on his stool. “So what are you lookin’ for tonight?” he asks. 

And he doesn’t know what in that question gets to you, but you immediately burst into tears. A sob-like exhale breaks through that chest and sobs begin to escape those pretty lips as you weep into your hands. Geto is taken aback, not sure what to do. “Uh…did I say something wrong?” he asks. 

You vigorously shake your head, your cheeks now coated in tears. “No, no,” you sniffle. "I’m so sorry, Suguru. I just…” You sigh, shaking your head. “My boyfriend broke up with me,” you confess. “The one whose name I got tattooed on my fucking thigh! TMI, but I caught him fucking another girl in his dorm when I went over to celebrate his birthday with a cake I made.” 

Geto crumbles at the sight of you looking so low; so down; so insecure. He hates seeing you like that and he hates that your bitch ass ex caused this. “I came to get his name covered,” you admit. “Maybe with a flower or another butterfly. Something pretty to cover this ugliness. I’m sorry to spring this on you so late, but–“ 

You abruptly stop because Geto is looking at you in a way that he has never looked at a client. His gaze his hooded but fierce and serious, one of his hands gripping the chair arm and nearly brushing against your arm. “You don’t have to be sorry about a thing, Y/N,” he says in a gentle, sweet voice that soothes you and makes you feel safe. “I’d be happy to do this for you. And if it’s any consolation, a girl as sweet as you deserves much more than someone that hurts you.” 

You stare at him for a moment, your eyes big and glassy from crying. He gives you a smile that you mirror, flashing him something he has been aching to see. “And plus, my birthday couldn’t get more exciting,” he chuckles. At this, you gasp. “It’s your birthday?” you coo. “Oh, that makes me feel even worse!” 

Geto laughs, patting your hand comfortingly, ignoring the sparks that fly as he does. “It’s cool, really. I don’t celebrate my birthday like that.” He goes to roll away so he can get some designs for you, but you stop him by placing a hand on his arm. He turns, finding you staring him down with an unreadable, hot expression. “Well…is there any way I can repay you?” you ask, but there is a purr to it. It is soft and low, but Geto hears it. And suddenly, he feels as if you aren’t just here for the ink. 

The air shifts to something less than professional and friendly. Though Geto should ignore it, he doesn’t, too distracted by your lips and thick thighs in those track pants. “Well, what did you have in mind?” he asks, his voice dipping an octave. To you, it sounds like dripping honey and makes you feel a way that your ex never did. 

You suddenly slip off of the chair and stand in front of him while he sits. He wheels closer to you so you stand between his thick, muscular thighs in his jeans, looking up into your eyes. “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way,” you say, your tone sultry and sweet. "I don’t want you to think you’re rebound ‘cause you’re not. I’ve always liked you, Suguru, but I didn’t want to ruin things with my ex...but now that we’re done, I’d like to take our relationship somewhere else.” You give him a shy smile that nearly makes him bust. “If you’re down for it,” you add, batting those pretty lashes at him. 

Seconds later, his control flying out the fucking window, Geto finds himself snatching you down to kiss him, causing you to fall into his lap. He swallows your surprised mewls and soft moans as he kissed your lips, making his sticky with your gloss. He gives you those moans right back, desperate and yearning, as you straddle him. He can feel how warm you are the more he kisses and touches you, especially between your thighs. You grind against his crotch as your hands stroke up his chest and his squeeze and mold the thick, soft globes of your ass in your tracksuit pants. 

“Finally,” he murmurs through your kiss. “I’ve been wanting you…wanting you for so fuckin’ long.” One hand trails up your back to caress your spine while the other rests on your ass, coaxing you to continue to grind your hips into him. “Me too,” you whimper as he nipples gently on your plump, pillowy-soft bottom lip. “I have too.” 

He smiles through the kiss, happy to know that you’ve been aching for him even when you were with someone already. This is insane! He was so sure he would go home after locking up the shop, take a ride on his motorcycle, and smoke a blunt to end the night off. He doesn’t expect anything that happens tonight to go the way that it does. 

He doesn’t expect to find himself stripping for you while you strip for him, laughing as you help each other with your clothes and steal hot, breathless kisses in between. He snatches down the zipper to your tracksuit while you snatch down your pants, leaving you in just your pink Hello Kitty bra and panties. He laughs at your undies, making you smack his arm. “I think they’re cute,” he coos, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

You strip off his baggy, black sweatshirt while he takes off his tank top underneath, revealing his toned body and tatted arms to you. He never likes to brag about himself, but the way you’re looking at him like he’s a long-haired Adonis makes him want to. 

“You’re so, so pretty, Sugu,” you mewl, dragging your long, pink, pretty nails across his skin. You run your hands over every part of him: his arms; his hips; his chest and pecs; his toned stomach that leads down to his V-line smooth with skin and inked with a lipstick mark. You giggle at the tattoo, running your thumb over it. “It ain’t someone’s lips in particular,” he explains, shivering at your touch. “But I wouldn’t mind if they were yours.” 

“I’d hope you wouldn’t,” you purr before bending down to press your lips to the tattoo, leaving a stain of your gloss there. He returns the same action when he takes down your bra straps to expose your pretty titties and hard, tight, brown nipples to him that he pepper in kisses and suckles that make you moan and toss your head back. 

He doesn't expect you to bend over the chair for him when he demands it: “Bend over for me,” he says in his deep, smooth voice that makes you shiver. You look back at him, presenting your ass to him to take for himself. Geto feels like a wild animal the way he moves your panties down to your knees and stuffs his face in your pussy. His hands mold and smack your ass, loving the way it jiggles and how you gasp every single time his hand comes down to hit one of your jiggly, soft asscheeks. 

He doesn’t expect his lips and tongue to be in your pussy, licking, sucking, and lapping up your juices which you allow by pressing your ass further into him. “Fuck, Sugu!” you moan, moving one arm back to run your fingers through his long, black locks. “You’re so, so good at this!” You make sounds and move in a way that makes him feel as if your ex hasn’t been treating you right. 

He wants to make up for all of it, so he continues to lap at your sweet, pretty little cunt and moan as he does it, drunk off of the taste of you. He’s drunk in love with the way your skin contrasts with his, wanting to see his cum dripping down it; the way your sobs and whines of pleasure bounce off of the walls; the way your nails massaging his scalp as you grip his hair; the way your ass and hips whine and grind into his mouth like a little slut in heat. 

“You’re so good to me, mama,” he murmurs against your clit. “So sweet…like sugar.” You whimper at his words, sneaking your hand down to rub your clit while he tongue-fucks you against the leather chair. 

He doesn’t expect to switch with you and have his long, thick cock wrapped in your soft lips, your tongue lapping at the pre-cum bubbling from the head. He loves the way you ogle his dick once you get his pants off, letting the appendage spring to life. He is thick, veiny, girthy, and has a stud piercing in the bulbous head that makes him blush.

"Aw, baby!" you coo happily, gently poking at the studded earring. "You have a dick piercing! That's so fucking hot." You settle on your knees, naked, your pretty eyes and doll-like lashes staring up at him while you stroke and gag on his cock like it’s your profession.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, tossing his head back at the sensations. He wants so desperately to keep looking at you, but the sight and the feeling is almost too much. 

Your mouth is just so wet and your throat is so tight. When you release him, your mouth and lips are coated in spit and pre-cum, your lash line slightly glittering in tears. “You taste so good, Sugu,” you moan, biting your lower lip as you watch your hand stroke his wet cock up and down. He’s just as hypnotized, loving how your nails look wrapped around his thick, veiny dick. 

“Am I doin’ a good job?” you teasingly ask. “Am I makin’ you feel good?” You dip back down to take him deeper down your throat, gagging and choking along his length. Geto grunts, one hand gripping your hair while the other digs into the leather cushion beneath him. “God, yes!” he moans. “You’re doin’ so fuckin’ good for me, sugar. Such a good girl for me.” 

You giggle, drunk off of him, and continue to eagerly take him, your soft lips sliding along his shaft as your mouth goes up and down, up and down, giving him throat like he has never experienced in his life…and in his place of business, no less! 

And he certainly doesn’t expect you to be bent over the chair again and him behind you, his hands on your ass and his cock sliding inside of you. Of course, he pauses to ask if this is still okay and that you can say no at any time. But you look back at him with a giddy smile and a need in your eyes that almost makes him cum. “I want this, Sugu,” you softly say, your hand pressing against his stomach just to feel him up. “Please fuck me.” 

And when you toss that ass back into him, he just about loses it. He grips your hips and begins slowly rocking his hips into your wet heat, letting you get used to the feeling. He pays attention to your sounds and the way your body moves, your knees wobbly and body shaking. “You okay?” he asks, comfortingly stroking your back. You nod, panting heavily as his cock internally strokes your clit as it slides in and out of you. “You’re bigger than my ex, is all,” you shakily say. “But I can take it.” 

Geto doesn’t tell you how happy that makes him. It gives him the chance to really fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. “You’re so tight for me, sugar,” he moans, continuing to give himself to you nice and slow. “So wet too. You must be feening for this dick, aren’t you?” He takes you by the back of the neck and angles himself in a way that makes your moans grow louder when he fucks you. 

“Faster, Sugu!” you beg. “Please fuck this pussy faster! Harder!” He can’t deny the way his cock swells and twitches inside you at the sound of your pleas. 

He grabs your hips and gives you exactly what you want, fucking you so roughly that your knees begin to buckle and your moans echo with the music playing on his phone. His own sounds of pleasure mingle with yours, mixing with the sound of his cock lewdly swirling in your squelching, wet pussy that grips him tighter than a vice. “Take it,” he demands. “Take it like a good girl. You wanted this shit, right?” 

He smacks your ass in time with his thrusts, causing sharp sounds of his hand connecting with your cheeks and your moans to bounce off of the shop’s walls. Your ass is just too perfect and he can't get enough of the way it bounces and jiggles so enticingly against his stomach as he drills you. He wouldn’t mind seeing his name tatted on one of your delectable cheeks or as a tramp stamp across your lower back or even on your thigh. He sees you now as his own. You are his. 

“That feel good, hm?” he teasingly asks, continue to hold your neck as he pistons into you. “You like that, sugar? Y’know, this pussy is almost sweeter than you.” He pauses and slowly holds your leg up, waiting for your consent to continue. You nod, pushing back into him as if you can’t get enough of his cock. 

For a while, he fucks you just like that with one hand holding your leg up and the other gripping your neck, holding you steady as he strokes that G-spot again and again, his heavy balls hitting that clit and making you tingle all over. But he doesn’t just fuck you from behind. He does it in any way you want and are comfortable with doing. 

He turns you around, picks you up, and fucks you stand up, you dangling from his waist. You just about scream and sob with pleasure as his cock pounds into you like a jackhammer, your arms and legs wrapped around him like a koala bear. “F-Fuck, Sugu!” you babble into his neck and hair. “Oh, my God, you’re so fuckin’ good!” He pulls you away to stare at the pleasure in your eyes and then kiss you, moaning hotly into your mouth. It only makes him fuck you harder, making you bounce against his cock. 

When you finally cum is when he lies on his back on the floor and has you ride him. You do so with vigor and eagerness, bouncing up and down on his dick like the cutest little rabbit. He lies under you, his big hands gripping your hips and ass as you do your thing. “God, baby,” he groans. “You’re gonna make me cum soon.” 

He can feel his balls tightening and that knot in his stomach threatening to snap the more your pussy slams down onto him and the more those precious titties jiggle and bounce in front of him. “Cum with me, Sugu!” you beg in that sweet voice, your nails digging into his pecs. “Give it to me please! I’m so close!” Ever the vixen, you randomly slow down and begin to giggle like a damn villain when Geto groans at the edging, your wet walls just too much to not fuck up into. 

And that’s what he does. He takes a hold of you and grips you to him before slamming himself up into you again and again, his moans and grunts of pleasure mixing with yours as your mixed juices drip down his balls, making your cunt wet enough to fuck with vigor. “Cum with me,” he demands as you whine into his ear, his cock too much. “Cum on this dick, baby. Do it! Give it to me!” 

It doesn’t take long for you to cum all over his cock, your pussy squeezing him tight enough where he can hardly move. When you do, it triggers his own orgasm. He quickly pulls out of you and fucks his fist until his cum spurts all over your ass and pussy, drenching you in it. His lips find yours, his moans and heavy pants mixing with yours as your tongues swirl with one another. You giggle into the kiss, causing him to laugh too. “Fuck,” you sigh against his mouth. “That was so good.” 

“Mm,” he hums in agreement. Exhausted, you roll off of him and onto your back to stare up at the ceiling. Beads of sweat roll down Geto’s toned body and forehead as he heavily pants, recovering from the sex. Feeling your hand sneak into his, he smiles and interlaces your fingers. 

“I expect you to be comin’ back regularly now,” he chuckles. 

“If I can look forward to this, sure,” you hum. “That was fantastic! Way better than my bitch ass ex!” Geto turns over to look at you, loving how you look in the afterglow after getting your gorgeous brains fucked out. “Speakin’ of which, you wanna get back to the tattoo or just continue this?” he asks, nodding down at your thigh where your ex’s name still sits. “I'm with either, sugar. It’s all up to you.” 

You look up at him with those eyes and inch closer to his body to wrap your arms around him. “In a bit,” you sigh, making him laugh as you squeeze him to you like a teddy bear. He embraces you back, pressing a kiss to your forehead and breathing in the scents of your sweet-smelling body spray and sex on your skin. He loves how small you are, how warm and soft you feel against him. He feels like you belong there with him and he with you. 

After a couple of minutes of soft kisses and drawing shapes on each other’s naked bodies, you each get dressed and get back to business. After Geto fetches you some water and a snack, yu sit up in the chair and lay back while he puts on some gloves and moves your pants down to show the flesh of your thigh. When he fetches the tattoo gun, your eyes grow wide like a cartoon character’s. 

He snorts at your reaction as he dips the needle in some red for your new tattoo. You chose a nice rose to cover your ex’s name. “Still scared of needles?” he chortles. You nod, focusing on the needle. “Just grab my hand and breathe, okay?” He puts out his hand for you to take, but you stop him from plugging in the gun. 

“Oh, wait!” you exclaim and begin digging in your purse. You then pull out a bedazzled weed pen and take a hit, the smoke billowing from your soft, glossy lips that he wants to kiss again. The way they form an O makes his cock twitch. “Want some?” you ask and he leans in to take a hit. The smoke fills his lungs and he holds it as you lean in, prompting him to blow the smoke into your mouth. 

Once relaxed, you nod, silently telling him to continue. “Here we go, sugar,” he gently announces. He plugs in the gun and it begins to muzzle. “Just breathe.” You do so, holding his hand and looking away as the needle gets closer to your skin. Once the first pricks come, you tense and squeeze his hand, but you still breathe. “Good girl,” he coos. “You're doin’ so, so well for me.” 

You give him a wobbly smile, but the fear in your eyes has wained…mostly because he starts rubbing your clit. “S-Sugu,” you whimper, closing your trembling thighs around his hand. 

“Just focus,” he instructs you as his thick fingers stroke your needy clit. “Focus on my fingers, sugar, okay?” You nod, giving him a cute expression that makes him want to fuck you all over again. 

You do and all that is heard throughout the shop are the buzzing of the tattoo gun, the music, and your sweet moans. 

THE END. 

[fetishfairytales2]

Besties 6 (Story)

This was originally written as a continuation of a story by @wittlesissyb4by called Besties. Check out all their fantastic stories on Tumblr and SubscribeStar.

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Besties 6: Alone with Ms. Lyndsey

“Heather, seriously?” I laughed; “is Connor really cool with all of this? Cause I know he’s not, y’know…” Heather laughed in response, walking out of the nursery, back to her bedroom. "No, he’s too much of a real man to give a shit about that," she snickered, pointing to Brandon, "Brandi just has a tight little ass that could milk a big dick and Connor likes to fuck it occasionally!"

Heather went back into the bathroom to wrap things up, leaving me alone with Brandi. "Connor gets it," she called out. "Sometimes I just want him to tear into Brandi’s ass because I get off on seeing it." There was a moment of silence. "Other times, Daddy Connor just wants to show her who the real man is in this household."

"Does Brandi like it?" I couldn't help but ask even though I already knew the answer. Heather emerged from the bathroom, rocking a killer outfit with her tight trench coat and those red heels, looking like a total babe. She had the biggest grin on her face. "The real question is," she giggled, "does she even have a choice? Now, Brandi, I'm heading out. You better behave for Ms. Lyndsey, be a good girl. Don't forget, if I hear any complaints, Daddy will find out!"

She turned and gave me a wicked grin. "He'll be getting punished either way, good girl or not. But if she acts up, let me know. I'll send you all the deets and instructions. Don’t forget, her dinner's in the fridge. Oh and do me a solid, share all the pics and vids I send you tonight with Brandi. She loves seeing Mommy's naughty side during my date nights!" She hugged me and lightly tapped Brandi's butt before strutting out of the room with a smirk.

I couldn't help but smirk as I saw Brandon, the man who was once so full of himself, reduced to nothing but a pathetic little sissy in a frilly dress and diaper, forced to face the consequences of his asshole behavior. I loved that my best friend had made it all happen. She took away his power, his pleasure, his whole life. I bet she wasn't done yet either. "Oh, look how far Brandi has fallen," I taunted as I grabbed his hair and pulled his head up to meet my gaze. "But don't worry, we can make you sink even further."

"You, like, have noooo idea how much shit I'm about to put you through, baby bitch," I cackled, eyeing Sissy Brandi's pathetic little frame. I pivoted, checking myself out in the mirror. This situation called for a whole different vibe. I came dressed down to Heather's place, but now it's time to bring out the big guns. I rummaged through her drawers until I found the perfect thing: a sexy black lingerie set.

Turning to Brandi, I couldn't resist poking fun at his sorry excuse for masculinity. "Heather and I have been swapping clothes and men since college," I said with a sly smile, knowing how much that would hurt his fragile ego. "All of them way better than you, of course." I held up the lingerie set and let him squirm in embarrassment. "But hey, some things never change, right?" I could practically hear him whimpering under that gag, clueless to what was happening behind him. Tossing the lingerie onto the bed, I couldn't wait to see his reaction.

I ran my perfectly manicured nails through Brandi's hair, feeling him tremble as I whispered, "Relax sweetheart, we have all night to play. No need to get too worked up just yet." A sharp slap on his ass made him squirm with anticipation as I continued my search, this time in the nightstand.

I pretended to be all innocent, asking with a sly smirk on my face, "Hm, I wonder if your mommy has any fun toys hiding in here?" I couldn't help but laugh as I found the handcuffs and the Hitachi wand, more evidence of Heather's kinky side. I turned again to Brandon with a smug look, ready to ruin his night.

"Anti-crucio!" I yelled, watching as Brandi immediately spun around to face me. My grin couldn't get any bigger as I twirled the handcuffs on my finger. "You have 12 seconds of freedom, just to hear how screwed you are, Brandi," I gloated, poking my finger into his chest.

[stuckysimp]

Fate of the Damned

Summary: Bucky gets the letter that he's been drafted and Steve finds out

TW: War, mentions of death, conscription

Word Count: 1115

Co-author: @ivyace

Bucky knew he was probably a coward, he was sure he’d be called as much. It had been at least a few months since the United States had gotten involved in the war against Germany, and Bucky felt like he was the only guy in New York not rushing to get himself thrown into the trenches across the sea. The first world war - the ‘Great War’ they’d called it - had ended the year after he was born, but Bucky had lived through the after effects of it. He’d heard the stories from the older men who’d survived. Their paranoia, the horrors they’d warned about. He wasn’t brave, not really. He’d just kept his head down, working down at the docks, and doing his best to scrape enough coin up to be able to bring food home.

It didn’t help that Steve had already applied a good three times to try and enlist. They wouldn’t take him, saying he wasn’t fit for service. You didn’t need a brain to know that, god just looking at the guy you could tell. But that didn’t stop his stubborn ass. Bucky fucking wish it would. He knew Steve was out there, trying again. His friend had been rambling about it the night before, determined to help fight for what was right.

Fuck!

Bucky went back to his apartment building after a long day’s work, his aching body begging for rest. He did a quick check of his mailbox at the bottom of the stairs and his stomach dropped when he saw what was waiting for him. No. God-

Shoving the letter quickly into his pocket before anyone could see, Bucky made his way up the steps, taking two at a time. He wanted to get back to the apartment before Steve did, but as he made his way inside, he could see that he was already inside. He made sure to close the door behind him, clearing his throat as he studied him, relieved to see the evident disappointment on his face.

“You know, it’s illegal to lie on your enlistment form.” Of course Steve knew, but Bucky was a little over this. “You’re lucky you haven’t been caught yet.”

Steve glared up at him. “Shut up.”

“They’ll lock you up if they find out.” Bucky let his bag fall to the floor, making his way over to the couch where Steve was seated. “What then?”

“Then I’ll be in Germany, so good fucking luck to ‘em.” Steve shrugged, watching as Bucky sat down.

Panic flared in Bucky’s chest at the thought of Steve going over there, actually being accepted. “You won’t last out there, Steve. You know that, you’re at risk due to your asthma alone. You’d choke on the dust in the trenches!”

“Then I die defending my country!” Steve argued. “I die fighting fascist assholes.”

They’d had this argument before, too many times. Bucky didn’t want Steve to go, he wanted him to be safe here at home. But Steve was adamant. He would sooner get shot on the front lines than alone in some hospital bed. Bucky didn’t really blame him, even as it made his heart ache.

“You can actually stay. You’d be so much better off here, there are so many other jobs.” Bucky tried to reason, even though he knew his arguing was futile.

Receiving that letter, it only made his panic worse. He wouldn’t be able to protect Steve, keep him here, his friend would just be more desperate to follow. He knew that.

“No! I’m not!” Steve shook his head. “You don’t get it! You don’t get what it’s like for everyone to look at you and see someone useless! Someone worthless! Even you look at me and see someone weak!”

Bucky's expression fell and he shifted closer, heart sinking. "Hey, that ain't true. You're not worthless okay? Or weak. You just... Aren't made for war."

“Yes I am.” Steve got off the couch, stepping back. “That’s my choice. No one else's.”

“They’re not gonna take you.” Bucky didn’t move from where he was, even as he kept his eyes on Steve. “You’ve already tried, what, four times now?”

Bucky could see the frustration rise up in Steve as his friend threw his hands into the air. “Then I’ll try five times! Six times! A hundred! I don’t care how many times it takes!” Steve retorted, hands balling into white-knuckled fists. He seemed to pause, looking up at Bucky. “I have to do this.”

“No, you don’t.” Bucky leaned back against the couch, feeling a bit like a broken record. “You don’t.”

Steve shook his head, anger seeming to flare up in him once again. “No! You don’t get to dictate what my life is gonna be, Buck! This is my life. I have to live it how I wanna. How I have to. I was made for more than just staying home in cotton wool like the damn housewife you seem to want me to be!”

“I just-” Fuck. “I don’t wanna have to be out on that damn battlefield and find your corpse somewhere,” Bucky looked up at Steve with a pain filled expression. “I’m already worried I’m gonna find ya dead on some sidewalk somewhere Steve, and this is so much bigger.”

He realised his mistake too late. The world stilled, Steve watching Bucky with wide eyes as the fight drained from him, body slumping.

“I thought you weren’t enlisting.”

Shit- Shit! Bucky cleared his throat and forced his expression to remain neutral, shrugging it off like it was no big deal, because it couldn’t be. Not when Steve was trying so hard to fight. Not when so many men were gone already.

“I wasn’t, uh, I’m not.” Bucky grimaced, tearing his gaze away from his friend. “The letter came today.”

He saw Steve pale out of the corner of his eyes and had to force himself to remain composed. Be strong. He could do that, he had to do that. For Steve. No matter what, he couldn’t be scared. Not now. Not even when his veins were filled with ice and he felt all hope of a future disappear. Just from one damn piece of paper.

“No.” Horror filled Steve’s voice, staring at Bucky with wide eyes. “I-” He seemed to come to a decision, and it wasn’t a surprise, the next words that left Steve’s mouth. “I’ll come with you, I swear. I ain’t leaving you out there on your own.”

Bucky shook his head, his expression softening a little. He knew he didn’t have much time now, these last moments with Steve were precious. He had to make them count.

“I know.”

[banannabethchase]

Dreams Worth Fighting For - also on AO3

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The three of them won their trios match. Danny's never felt better.

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I love them, your honor! Title from Now or Never by Marianas Trench

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Danny skips offstage, his hands grabbing at Zay and Quen as they celebrate. They earned this. They got this. This is the kind of momentum all three of them have needed. Tag titles and the TNT title are just within reach.

Isiah gets a hand all the way around Danny waist and reels him in, planting a bone melting kiss on Danny’s lips that kind of makes him weak in the knees.

“No!” Quen laughs, trying to pull them apart. “No making out!”

“But I want to,” Isiah says, and it’s almost whining.

“You are, like, fifteen feet from the tunnels,” Quen says. He grabs Isiah by the arm and yanks him away. “If you get caught, you are gonna regret it.”

“I won’t!” Isiah says. “Maybe we go out there and fuck in front of everybody in the ring.”

Danny feels his face heat up. “Um.”

“Nope,” Quen says. “Nope. I’m leaving. Go get in trouble yourselves. I’ll go on a singles run.”

“You love me too much to do that!” Isiah yells after him. He grabs at Danny. “So, uh. Backstage?”

Danny kisses him again, gently. “Get your hands off my ass. We’re at work.”

“Get your hands off my waist, we’re at work,” Isiah retorts. “But fine. We’ll be professional as long as Quen is being annoying about it.”

“And I’ll always be annoying about it!” Quen yells.

~

Danny wakes up the next morning curled up in Zay’s arms, the both of them smelling like the sea salt hotel shampoo and lemon body wash. It’s easy, with Isiah. They don’t fight or argue, they don’t compete for the attention of mentors, they don’t throw each other out of hotel rooms. They don’t leave each other when it gets hard.

It’s right. It’s comfortable. It’s safe.

Danny, in a shock of early morning clarity, realizes he is full blown in love with Isiah Cassidy.

“Holy shit.”

Zay mumbles something incoherent as he rolls over and throws an arm around Danny’s waist, yanking him down. “Shut up,” he mumbles. “Let me sleep.”

“Let me freak out about this,” Danny says. He sits up, Zay’s arm flopping across his lap. He loves him. He loves Isiah. He loves the way Zay babbles when he’s had a few too many shots, he loves how he steals the blankets, he loves how he’s bitchy when he hasn’t had coffee, he loves how he gets cuddly when the clock hits ten in public and almost never before then.

“Freak out about what?” Zay blinks the last remnants of dreams from his eyes as he sits up. “Babe, you look like you’re losing your shit. Are you good?”

“I love you,” Danny blurts out.

Zay blinks. “Shit. Really?”

“Oh, fuck you!” Danny says. “Get – let me deal with this.”

“Let you deal with this?” Zay’s face is lit up, almost too gleeful. “I’m having a blast! Let me deal with it!”

“Oh, I fucking hate you,” Danny grumbles. He dives into Zay’s chest, feeling himself shake a little as Zay laughs.

“You just said you love me,” Zay says. “Too late to take it back.”

Danny pulls away and glares. “You said it first.”

“I did.” Zay somehow looks smug. “And you said you weren’t ready to say it back, and now you said it, and I’m just bathing in it, baby.”

“You should say it back, though,” Danny says.

“What,” Zay says, propping himself up on his arm. “You thinking that after we won our match last night and after you said it, now I don’t feel it anymore?”

Danny shrugs, and he hates how he feels comfortable enough in this moment to feel vulnerable. It’s uncomfortable to be comfortable. It feels right and unfamiliar and strange, and he wants it all the time.

“You really think I’m not gonna say it again?” Zay is smiling still, but it’s something softer, something a little less challenging.

Danny shrugs again. He wishes he knew what to say. But he hasn’t actually gotten to this point before. All he knows is he’s been the one close to it. But he’s never been here, where both of them have said it but neither of them are saying it right now.

Quick as a flash, Zay gets on top of Danny and pins him to the bed.

“Hey!”

“Good, you can still talk,” Zay says. “Danny. Garcia. I love you. I think you’re kind of an idiot for ever doubting it, but I love you. And you can say it again if you want, or you can not say it, but either way it’s how I feel.” He leans down and presses a kiss to Danny’s nose. “I’ll say it as many times as you want me to, and I don’t expect you or need you to say it back again if you aren’t ready.”

Danny stares up at him. “But I am.”

Zay’s eyes go soft. “Okay.”

“And I do.”

“I do, too.”

Danny swallows. “Why is it so hard to say it again?”

Zay shrugs and kisses Danny on the nose again, then flops down on top of him. It’s something Danny often calls Starfish Mode, an all encompassing weight of Zay pressing down on him that feels strangely safe. “Doesn’t matter,” he mumbles. “If you’re not ready to say it again, you don’t have to.”

It’s pressure he wants without pressure he hates.

They’re quiet for some time, Zay breathing steadily as he’s curled up on top of Danny, and Danny’s gently petting down Zay’s back.

“Isiah?” he mumbles. He’s secretly hoping Zay fell asleep. He does that sometimes.

Isiah pops his head up, almost nose to nose with Danny. “Yeah?”

“Zay, I love you,” Danny says. He doesn’t know why this is so hard.

Zay leans in and kisses Danny. He expects something firm and demanding, but instead it’s soft and sweet and gentle. Danny sighs into it, feeling a weight off his shoulders and on his chest.

“I love you, too,” Zay murmurs, beaming down at him. “Best few hours of my life.”

“I could make it better,” Danny says, wiggling his eyebrows. He flips them over and pins Zay to the mattress, straddling his hips. “Take off your pants.”

“Can’t,” Zay says. “You’re on top of me.”

“You got a problem with that?”

“Hell no,” Zay says. “Move a little so we can get naked.”

Danny doesn’t take his time as he chucks their pajamas across the room, and their naked bodies are pressed up against each other in seconds. Teeth and lips and smiles on skin, hands roaming and touching to draw out the most intoxicating reactions. Danny adjusts his hips so their dicks slide against each other, and it makes the both of them groan.

“Okay,” Zay laughs, “yeah, it got better. Keep – just like that.”

Danny licks up his hand, eyes locked with Zay, and reaches between them to stroke them together. The whimper and mutter names, and Zay’s rolling his hips in time with Danny’s strokes.

“Fuck,” Zay says, panting. He grabs Danny’s ass to urge him on. “I love you. Danny, I love you.”

Danny can’t quite form words, so he whimpers again and cants his hips one final time to come, crushing his lips to Zay’s mouth. He pulls back when his head stops spinning in time to say, “I love you, Isiah,” and he feels Zay add to the glorious mess between them.

Danny feels like he’s floating as he flops onto the bed beside Zay. He’d tangle their fingers together, but his is kind of gross right now. They both are.

"After all this,” Zay says, beaming. He throws a leg over Danny’s thigh, nuzzling into his neck where there’s the tiniest of bruises blooming as a reminder. “I think I can ride this high to the tag belts, yeah?”

“I know you can,” Danny says. “You and Quen have got this. You’ve pinned the Bucks once. You can pin them again.”

“Promise?” Zay asks.

“Look, you two are more likely to break up than to lose the belts the next time you get a chance.”

Zay pauses. “Oh. Oh, I have an idea.” He sits up, and there’s a weird look in his eye, something Danny isn’t sure he likes. “I gotta go talk to Quen.”

~

Mini Playlist: Now or Never - Marianas Trench Young Blood - The Naked and Famous I Think I'm in Love - Kat Dahlia Ready - Kelly Clarkson

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

Return to the Water

Chapter Seven: Into the Waves

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I try to resist, but the light’s getting low to a glow till you’re touching my lips.— Marianas Trench, Rhythm of Your Heart

Timothée’s brain didn’t work for nearly a minute after she told him he was her mate and jumped over the railing.

By that point, she was naked and wading into the waves. When he looked over at her, his heart stopped.

She was beautiful, like some sort of sea nymph or even a goddess. He couldn’t make out the details of her figure, but he caught a glimpse of her ass and her boobs, and Jesus Christ. Her entire body seemed to glow, the moonlight glinting off her pale skin and giving her an ethereal look. Her hair pooled in the water the deeper she got, and she looked at home there, amongst the rough waves. Like she belonged.

As Timothée ran, he called her name. She didn’t so much as look back at him. He ripped his shirt off, prepared to go in after her if he had to. He shouted her name again, and then—

And then Lea dove into the water.

——

Lea knew her mate was following her. She felt, however, that he wasn’t stupid enough to keep going once he realized how bad the waves were.

Apparently, she was mistaken. Suddenly, the splashing she heard above the surface ceased. She glanced behind her, and there he was, trying to swim back up to the surface but unable to keep his head above the rough waves.

Lea swore under her breath and turned around, swiftly hauling his stupid ass back to shore. Despite the fact that she had ridiculous human legs still, she was a hell of a lot better of a swimmer than any human could ever be.

She shoved him to safety, and he coughed up water.

“That’s the second time I’ve saved you from your own foolishness,” she reminded him before standing back up. “Don’t follow me again.”

“Lea,” he wheezed, looking up at her nude form with wide eyes. “Let me— just talk to me—“

“I’m not interested in having this conversation with you, Timothée.”

He panted, standing up as well. “Don’t I at least deserve an explanation?”

“I gave you one,” Lea reminded him. “Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to go die in peace.”

“If I don’t—“ he sputtered. “Of course I mind!”

“Well, you don’t exactly have a say in the matter,” she snapped. “You— mmf!”

Timothée grabbed her by the waist with one hand and hauled her towards him, his other hand cupping her cheek. And then, he pressed his lips to hers.

Lea was so startled—and so overcome with love and adoration, if she were honest with herself—that she could do nothing but stand there for a moment. When she finally regained her senses, however, she pushed away from him.

“What’d you do that for?” she demanded, her voice sharp.

He stared at her, his lips parted. Then, “I do have a say. If I’m your mate, I very much have a say.”

“You already have someone,” she reminded him firmly. “You’re happy with her. Don’t think I can’t see it.”

Timothée looked away. “I… I care about her,” he admitted. “But Lea, you’ll die without me loving you back. I’m not so much of an asshole that I’d let that happen.”

She stared at him. “Lying doesn’t count,” she informed him. “I’ll know the difference. I want you to be happy. You won’t be, not with me.”

“You don’t know that,” he insisted, his voice quieting before he glanced down at her body, her bare breasts. “You’re… you’re fucking gorgeous, you know? It’s not like I’m not attracted to you.”

She blinked. “Oh. Well. I wasn’t aware of that, I suppose.”

He smiled a bit at that, taking another step closer to her, his feet sinking into the wet sand. “Lea,” he went on, “if you have two months left for me to fall in love with you, why don’t you let me try?”

“Attraction and affection aren’t the same thing,” she pointed out.

“No, they’re not,” Timothée agreed, “but I feel both for you. I think I could love you, if you’d let me try.”

“You’re with Kylie,” she reminded him.

“I am,” he allowed. “I’ll break up with her.”

Lea clutched her hands together. “I never wanted you to have to do that.”

“I’m choosing to,” he corrected gently. “Look, I’ll be honest. If I’d been single when we met, I would’ve tried to kiss you that first night.”

She blinked, astonished at this information. “What? Why?”

“Because you’re really fucking hot,” he said flatly. “You saved my life and you’re gorgeous. Even before I knew anything else about you, that was enough for me to want to kiss you, at the very least.”

Lea’s face closely resembled her hair in color.

“I… see.”

He reached out and took her hands in his, pulling her to his bare chest and reaching up to cup her cheek again. “Don’t you want this?” he murmured. “Don’t you want me?”

Her gaze dropped to his lips. “Timothée, I…”

“I can love you,” he promised. “Let me show you.”

“You don’t understand,” she insisted. “It’s different for humans, from what I’ve seen. Mermaids, we don’t fall out of love. Ever. I will love you until I die, and probably even after. If I die in two months, I will die loving you. If I die in eighty years, I will die loving you. It’s never going away. It will only grow. That’s how it is for mermaids.”

Timothée stroked her cheek with his thumb, his eyes soft and intense at the same time. “You say that like being loved that much would be a bad thing,” he told her softly. “It’s not. I wouldn’t mind it.”

She stared at him. “You wouldn’t?”

“Why would I mind being adored by a sweet, beautiful, intelligent woman?” he asked. “Why would I object to that?” He stroked her cheek again, his lips a hairsbreadth from hers. “Who’s to say I wouldn’t feel the same way about you, if given the chance?”

Lea gulped, not sure if she believed him or not. “Timothée,” she breathed.

Something in his gaze shifted. And then, he kissed her.

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[ourolite]

　　　　 ༅ 𝒞irce 𝒴ué'li 𐙚 ˙

♱ all sobriquets + pseudonyms. ࿓ fang, master yuè’li, sir, sir circe, sir yuè’li, pup, puppy, circe love, circe dear, rubber bird, latex predator, leathered bird, (that fucking) raven, circo, mr.circo, circe sir, freaky fang, freaky fuck, chupacabra, hijo chupa, circe, master, lean and lovely, my string(s), selenite scholar, smart ass, sandalphon, bread and butter, cutie or clementine, philosopher friend, big guy, count yue'li, tall curled and handsome, perrito, any subtle positive adjective, circe, blind bat, weirdo, fucking weirdo, garlic breath, werewolf, (my) garlic knot (from neso <3), the werewolf, kitty litter, the guitar playing asanbosam, mr. lee, lee sir, crazy, the asanbosam, handsome, mr. munka-munka, trenchie, trench coat, renfield, you, bloody mary, beauty or beast, ma'am.

ᰍ overall notables. plays an electric guitar (named it delune). has a bloodhound named babydoll and a doberman named yìzé. works as a part-time music teacher for 2nd - 3rd graders, but recently started going to school for a career in interior design. asanbosam’s (the type of vampire he is) are more agile in trees and high places, so he’s kind of clumsy otherwise. often recommends products (notably the brand anzhong, originated by xīn’yuè ànzhōng), random organization tips, or even seasonings. considers calling off of work a lot, though he knows if he does they’re bound to fire him “this time”. circe also doesn’t socialize too much, and he’s very territorial about his home (and so is yìzé— wonder where he gets that from). he’s a little too territorial actually, seeing as circe usually sucks the blood of/eats any trespassers that ignore his precaution signs, in au’s that are mythical allowing. he does so by jumping down from a nearby tree and pinning them. (even friends get tackled if they don’t give him a heads up that they’re on the way!) ᰍ standard physical facts. 6'3. retractable wings with a 20 foot span, which are black and grey with red, pink and silver undertones, and retractable iron hooks for feet. tips of his hair turn auburn when he’s experiencing intense emotions. always smells like anzhong products- particularly colognes. has a chinese tattoo on his inner forearm that translates to damu héxián qín. his nails are painted black, but they get chipped easily because he’s really hands-on daily. lastly, he has a deep, relaxed and very distinctive voice which can be heard here!

დ genshin au notables! he’s spoken of in legends and campfire stories, but as “fang” rather than circe. legends speak of him hooking his prey from treetops and consuming them like he’s the devil herself. however, as of now this is more of a myth. he’s a clean eater, hehe. these stories originated from a period of his past where he had no control of his primal instincts, leaving him to appear as a beastly night terror to all, which he was. presently, he dwells in a custom built cottage in the forest of sumeru, peacefully enjoying his solitude and pleasures. circe has various signs throughout the terrain which warn people of trespassing; company isn’t appreciated in excess. trespassers in the forest rarely come back out alive. not many others live nearby, either. his only neighbors are xipe’va, whom his bloodhound enjoys relaxing with on the porch (his doberman, not so much). tighnari and love, who’s a minor oc of neso’s, are somewhat nearby though, performing their forest ranger duties and such, so he hangs with them now and again. he’s also good friends with jihane, whom lives in sumeru city and often discusses philosophy with him. oh, and his two boyfriends, indigo and xīn’yuè, live in liyue and inazuma respectively.

დ spider-verse au notables! n/a (temporarily).

დ studio ghibli au notables! his position here depends on the movie, so i won't describe each one here, as it's not all definitive due to my experimental nature. he'll more than likely be written in tales from earthsea, the wind rises, howl's moving castle, and my neighbor totoro.

დ modern au notables! he’s currently going to school at a local trade school in california. he lives in xīn’yuè’s penthouse with him and indigo, as well as blumei, maju, babydoll, yìzé, and (once in a while) yúyīn. he sleeps in with indigo whenever he can and enjoys quiet mornings where the girls are at school, the dogs don’t have any zoomies, and everything from the cleanliness of him and the house to the smell of his coffee is just right. however, xīn’yuè is always forcing him to go to work, scolding his lethargy and indigo’s encouragement of it. luckily, no one has to remind circe to be on time for his interior designing classes, as he’s genuinely passionate about it. since he’s not a vampire here, and instead just has traits that resemble a vampire, circe enjoys halloween and spooky themes. he also bites his lovers when bored, was naturally born with his canines being pointer than usual, and is scarily skilled at climbing and maneuvering on the monkey bars or climbing trees. he loves evening/night walks, partially because his skin is still sensitive to excessive heat. the california sun will provoke an eczema-like condition just like in mythical au’s but to a normal extent. he’d rather get caught in the fricking rain.

დ jujutsu kaisen au notables! n/a (temporarily).

ᰍ age appearance. twenty-five (25). ᰍ birthday. may 9th. ᰍ nationality, race, + ethnicity. (varies per au), asanbosam, + senegalese and chinese. ᰍ gender, prns, + sexuality. male (amab), he/him, + omnisexual.

ᰍ sun sign. taurus. ᰍ MBTI. istp-a, the assertive virtuoso.

ᰍ likes. his electric guitar (delune— yes, he named her); playing the guitar is considered his biggest hobby, adoration and talent. his old doberman, yìzé, and his bloodhound babydoll. his cottage. alone time. blood oranges. ironically, loves garlic bread + garlic based dishes (especially pasta). scaring trespassers, or making his friends jump with jump-scares and shoulder-taps for a good laugh. coal black, wine red, and sometimes pink! strawberry icecream. philosophy and sacred music, especially within the selenian race. feminism. boots. silver jewelry. having his hands in aesthetically pleasing positions (pockets, behind his head while laying down,arms crossed, etc). anzhong products. people who use manners. sweethearts, but especially male sweeties (he just wants to pinch their cheeks ugh). MOTHAFUCKING INDIGO and MOTHAFUCKING XĪN! ᰍ dislikes. random space invaders/leeches. too many home guests (or any really). yellow. stalkers/yanderes/yandere-coded people (specifically when targeted at him). pushy people. paranoia, pessimism + assumptions. difficult/slow learners (as a music teacher he struggles with younger kids that don’t process so easily). jellies and jams. the taste of vanilla. misogyny and misandry. bad hair days. getting stuff under his nails, especially when freshly done. vengeance, gossip + untrustworthiness. cooking for people, especially when there’s a lot of em’— no, even worse if they’re too picky.. bicycling. hot, summer days. being caught in the rain without a stylish umbrella. loud noises. dogs that bark too much. explaining/over-explaining himself.

･ﾟﾟ❥ quotes.

After It Rains ୨୧ “Jeez, what a mud bath. *Looks at his dogs.* Glad you two are out of your piglet puppy days heh heh. Guys? *Theyre walking away from him and he’s holding back laughter.* Was it something I said? Come ahhnn! I’m saying you liked the mud!”

About Jihane ୨୧ “The last time we spoke she foretold that my aura was yellow indefinitely. She was wrong. .. It’s red. *Looks off at something in the distance and pauses.* I’m not delusional.”

About Circe: Signature Dish ୨୧ “Nah. That’s a myth, just a little misconception. I use garlic in a lot of my dishes, especially pasta. The best kind I’ve tried thus far? Cherub Sin, easily. It’s a faultless dish. I personally believe the best noodle for any garlic and parmesan pasta is angel hair, and that dish recognizes it perfectly.”

Good Night ୨୧ “Hm.. Remember the night routine I showed you. Ice. Your. Face. Top priority, right? Alright then, and I bid you goodnight. *Nods off salute-like with two fingers and walks away.*”

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[eddiemunsonsmiddlefingers]

At what point does the imposter syndrome fuck off forever?

I'm getting real goddamn tired of stressing my ass off all term because I am utterly and truly convinced that I suck, when I have enough concrete evidence that I'm doing just fine to sink a fucking ship.

(I got my final grades back for fall. I still have a 4.0. Also other grad students apparently think I'm (my work is) "intimidating". Friends, don’t be fooled. I'm nothing more than 10 neurotic raccoons in a trench coat.)

[duelpolis]

Blizzard

Written for @super-secret-conspiracy’s Conspireshipping Secret Santa, for @millennial-ring! Merry Christmas!

~~~~~~~

Marik was lounging on the couch watching TV when he heard the door to his and his boyfriend’s apartment slam open. Surprised, he looked over to the door. There stood Ryou, wearing a trenchcoat over a puffer vest, face red as a tomato, carrying several grocery bags and breathing heavily. He put the bags down and started heading out again.

“What are you doing?” Marik asked, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth.

“There’s a blizzard coming,” Ryou replied. “So I went and got groceries in case we get trapped.”

“Well why didn’t you tell me that?” the blonde prodded. “You left me all alone! I could have helped.”

“I’m sorryyyy, you were asleep and I didn’t want to wake you!” His boyfriend apologized.

“Alright, alright, stop whining,” Marik scoffed. “But take those coats off before you roast. I don’t want to deal with a corpse in front of the front door.” His lips curled upwards into a teasing smile, one that Ryou knew all too well.

“Very funny, Marik. But I still need to get more.”

“Are you just going to cook the entire storm?”

“Depends on how bad it gets.”

Marik pouted. “At least let me come with you this time.”

“Then get a coat on!”

“Mmm… Don’t wanna.”

“Marik,” Ryou sighed, “I am wearing TWO HEAVY COATS, and I’m much more suited to winter weather than you are. I am not letting my boyfriend turn into a human popsicle. So go get a coat, or you’re not coming with me.”

“Fiiine.”

“You can have one of mine.”

Bakura pulled off the trench coat and held it towards the blonde.

“Don’t you need a coat too?” Marik protested.

“I have more trench coats in my closet.”

“I- Alright.” Marik took the coat from Ryou and put it on. He stuck his hands into the pockets and grinned. “Hell yeah, boyfriend coat!”

His boyfriend giggled. “You’re such a dork.”

“But ya love me.”

“I do,” Ryou answered. “Now let’s get going, before it gets colder. Maybe there are still some food stalls out so you can eat something other than popcorn.”

“I like the sound of that. Let’s go.” Marik took his boyfriend’s hand and pulled him outside, and the two embarked on their journey for more groceries.

~

“Ryou, Cheesecake, Love of my life, Pasty-ass bitch, can I have the rest of your taiyaki?”

“No, you can’t have my taiyaki, because you’re a vegetarian and there’s sausage in it.”

“What kind of sadistic bastard makes taiyaki with meat in it?” Marik huffed. “I highly doubt it goes well with the bean paste.”

“Not all taiyaki has the bean paste, Marik,” Ryou giggled. “It can have other fillings. And even if my taiyaki didn’t have sausage in it, you still haven’t finished your koshary.”

“Yeah, but your food always tastes better for some reason.”

His boyfriend snickered. “Fine, you can have the tail since it doesn’t have any filling, but I get your egg.”

“Wasn’t gonna eat it anyways.”

“Then why did you order it?”

Marik smirked.

“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” Ryou asked. “Get an egg you wouldn’t eat on your koshary so you could steal the tail of my taiyaki?”

“Maybe.”

“You’re insufferable,” the platinum blonde laughed, using Marik’s chopsticks to take the fried egg from the dish.

Marik paused for a few seconds before replying. “W-well, we all know you’re dating me for my appearance and not my personality!” He chuckled weakly.

“Are you blushing?” Ryou asked.

“IT’S THE COLD!” Marik protested. “I’M NOT ENAMORED WITH YOUR LAUGH OR ANYTHING- fuck.”

“Sure you’re not,” his boyfriend giggled. “Let’s get home, silly.”

Marik opened his mouth to argue, but decided against it. He would just have to accept defeat this time around.

“Fine, let’s go,” he huffed.

~

“Is the storm over yet?” Marik whined as Ryou worked in the kitchen.

“The storm just started, dear.”

“Uggghhh,” the blonde growled. “This is stupid. I can’t believe we have to stay inside this long.”

“You say this as if you go outside oh-so-often,” his boyfriend retorted.

“Shut up!” Marik protested. “I go outside all the time!”

“Only because I make you come with me.”

“Shut UP!!”

“If you want to freeze,” Ryou replied, “then be my guest.”

“...”

“That’s what I thought. Now come over here and get your cinnamon roll.”

“You made cinnamon rolls!?” Marik gasped. “I love you!”

“Is that what it takes to get an ‘I love you?’” the platinum blonde joked. “Baked goods?”

“...If you’re going to be snarky, I’m taking it back.”

Ryou snickered. “I love you too, Marik.”

“STOP DOING THAT!” the blonde protested.

“Doing what?”

“BEING SO GOSH DARN ADORABLE!”

His boyfriend giggled again. “It’s not my fault I’m cute!

“STOP IT!”

“I can’t change my face on a whim!”

“Why not!?”

“That’s just not how it works!!”

Ryou was laughing now, completely distracted from serving. Marik saw an opportunity and took it, grabbing the pan of cinnamon rolls off of the stove.

“Marik!” Ryou yelped. “You don’t get all of those! Give them back!”

“Kiss me first.”

The platinum blonde sighed, dramatically rolling his eyes, but he was smiling. “Alright, get over here.”

Marik leaned over, and his boyfriend planted a kiss to his lips.

“There’s your kiss. Now give me the cinnamon rolls and I’ll dish one out for you.”

The blonde handed him the cinnamon rolls, and he put two of them onto plates. He then held one out towards Marik.

“Yours is slightly bigger,” the blonde complained.

“I’m the one who put the work into baking them.”

“...Touché.”

“Anyways,” Ryou said, “I’m tired. Wanna curl up on the couch, eat our cinnamon rolls and watch a horror movie?”

“Ooh, can we watch another one of those slasher films? I like the one with the dude in the hockey mask,” Marik asked.

“Alright, I’ll get it set up,” the platinum blonde affirmed. “Can you go get the blankets?”

“Fiiiiine,” the blonde whined sarcastically. Ryou could tell it wasn’t serious, since he immediately started chuckling.

“You’re a dork.”

“But I’m your dork!” Marik countered.

“You are,” Ryou confirmed. “Couldn’t get rid of you if I wanted.”

“Because you loooove me.”

“Exactly.”

Just then, they heard a loud bang from the windows, causing Marik to jump a little.

“It’s just the shutters,” the platinum blonde consoled, patting his boyfriend’s shoulder. “You go get the blankets, I’ll get the cinnamon rolls and start the movie, and we can turn the TV up loud enough to cover up the storm. Deal?”

“Deal,” the blonde responded, heading towards their bedroom.

He came back within a few minutes, carrying the giant blanket they had gotten as a gift from Joey a few years back. He plopped down next to Ryou and threw the blanket over themselves, making sure not to cover the cinnamon rolls so the icing wouldn’t get on it.

“Thank you,” the platinum blonde said.

“Thank you for cinnamon rolls,” Marik replied.

Ryou turned on the movie and shifted himself so that he was leaning on his boyfriend.

“You know what Marik? I think this is my favorite Christmas I’ve celebrated in a while,” he smiled.

“...That was today?”

“Yes.”

“Dang it, I forgot!”

“It’s fine, Marik. We can exchange gifts and everything tomorrow. It’s not like we were supposed to celebrate with anyone else.”

“I guess you’re right,” Marik shrugged. “But we’re giving each other our gifts first thing tomorrow.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Ryou confirmed. “Now, let’s get to the movie.”

He hit play on the remote and relaxed. Half-way through, Ryou heard a soft snore. His boyfriend was sleeping. The platinum blonde smiled.

“Good night, Marik,” he whispered, kissing him on the cheek.

Neither of them noticed the end of the blizzard.

[thepoehoes]

hello hi welcome to unhinged recaps. todays’s episode is chapter 18 aka tears are streaming down my face.

of course we start off this page with Annabella immediately getting chomped on by her big body built rogue boyfriend because what other way is there to start this? did you expect normal circumstance? you seriously need to stop doing that.

so, Mr. Scorpion wants to play a lil game with Bella, he’s always been a fan of twister and wants to put her ass through the works. he’s a fucking weirdo but he’s hot so it’s okay. anyways, he’s got a grip on her and starts whispering something about “little rabbit” as if we aren’t in the room.

like, sir, aren’t you watching where you’re going? don’t you see us right here? keep your possessive little prey nicknames to yourself idc how hot they are.

he’s pulling all these touchy talky tactics and Bella is going through it. you’d think that someone like her who is already in the trenches because, let’s not forget, her mom is literally missing and doing fuckall in the middle of nowhere, would be like “mm get off” but no. Bella is thriving. good for her.

Damon, being a large gremlin, is getting his hands all over her which they both enjoy. he’s acting like a man dying of thirst with the way he’s kissing her. someone get this man real water before he gets cotton mouth bro i stg.

all his kissing, touching, and sucking has got Bella trembling like a literal leaf. her body is electrifying itself, she’s overheating, she’s combusting and exploding at the seems. she is hotter then the drama between Lana del Rey and Lorde all because Damon’s got both magic fingers and magic tongue. bro is a wizard.

Damon’s got Bella in the hot tub and he’s legit right in between her legs, she’s spread eagle like Patrick Star in fishnets. He’s down there having the time of his life being a sex God or some shit but he wants more. he wants to hear Bella beg a little but ofc it’s never that simple.

Bella is not one to beg, she ain’t no little bitch. she’s a soldier who can take her pleasure into her own hands so she attempts, keyword being attempts. legit the second her fingers touched her own clit Damon gets more offended than white girls who didn’t get those Valentine’s Day Stanley cups.

she is, quite literally, shaking in need but Damon doesn’t give a shit. if she didn’t say please, his tongue would simply leave the function (her clit) and she’s be stuck there for ages. after some denial and pinning down though Bella gives in and lets out that little please Damon’s been hounding for.

you get the picture at this point. sex freaks start doing sex things. Damon worships Bella both inside and out, she figures out she can squirt and nearly drowns the whole god damn building, then they get out the water and go to their room.

now, I wanna point out that at this point in the story we don’t get much of Damon’s history other then the gang he’s in and his dads a cunt. when he plops Bella onto the bed she gets a good look at his back and what does she see? scars. whip scars.

bro has whip scars like he’s James Alexander Malcom Mackenzie Fraser, the old scotland special.

anyways, it’s drama. drama trauma drama, very sad shit is said. not only is Damon’s dad a dick he is also an abuser. i wish death upon this man but that’s too merciful so we need to come up with a better plan.

after they have their little turmoil moment they pass tf out and sleep like normal people. this is the most normal behavior i’ve seen either of them display the entire fucking book. next morning Bella wakes up wondering “hey where’s my big ass damn ass boyfriend” and assumes he’s downstairs whipping it up in the kitchen but uh oh, he’s not there. the other girlies are lingering around but Damon is no where in sight because ofc he isn’t. if this was normal circumstance, he’d be there but we established that normal doesn’t EXIST.

Bella asked the other members of The Bad Girls Club where her lil freak is and they tell her they’re not sure. they notice his car is gone and try to justify it, but that’s when the smart himbo aka JJ connects the dots and realizes that Damon isn’t just taking a stroll, he’s fucking missing.

immediately alarms go off. the white boy is gone, someone save him. oh, and JJ tells Bella that a group called Black Ace is ACTIVELY OUT FOR DAMON.

my brother in Christ, be so fucking for real. why admit this now? why wait 295839938 days to tell her that? literally get away from me.

now normally someone would call the cops, someone would call 911 to report Damon missing but we can’t do that. let’s remember these idiots, minus Bella and Maisie, are all part of a criminal gang because of course they are. have you been listening? ITS NEVER NORMAL CIRCUMSTANCE.

back on track. everyone is in a panic, Bella is legit on the verge of a breakdown. she’s about to become as depressed as Bella Swan and we can’t have that. naturally, they pack up and haul off and JJ is honestly at more of a turmoil than Bella. he is truly about to flip the car but Maisie, being a boss ass bitch, tells him to chillax. they fly 90 down the road trying to figure out what’s wrong, where’s Damon, what’s happening. Bella thinks he’s dead, JJ is ready to rip heads off, Maisie is worried, and Matt just wants to go home.

#freematt2024

anyways, they find Damon’s crashed ass beat busted up Mercedes in the middle of some random field. ofc this happened, why wouldn’t it? he is prime crashing and kidnapping material, if I saw a face like his i’d snatch him up to. this isn’t about me kidnapping him tho, this is about the book.

so yeah, the car is found but Damon is no where to be seen. again. all he does is fucking disappear like dude, get a grip it’s not hard to stay in one place. seek church or therapy for your ghostly disappearing issues and stop pissing me off. i love him so much.

with no Damon in the broken car JJ, Matt, and Bella start tweaking because holy fuck he’s gone… and that’s where the chapter ends. you get no more context and instead we suffer until next chapter.

thank you for coming to the yap session, i am in your ceiling

- Sofi

(raven when i catch you)

[the-fiction-witch]

Agent Y/L/N

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny Watts X Reader

Rating Flirty

Concept CIA Operation 197

I sat on the small metal folding chair I had placed by my bed my note bad beside me with the pencil held between my teeth. I folded my grey button down and set it into my Duffle bag taking the pencil from my mouth and checking it off my packing list. Next underpants how many do I need? Well I'm going for two weeks minus the flight there and the flight home. Ummmm no I always do this why do I always do this I always pack way more then I need. I perked up suddenly as I heard a loud knocking on the door of my basement apartment. Immediately I perked out my bedroom door, eyes narrowed with suspicion as the knock came again.

I went over to the door keeping my hand on the hilt of my knife as I unlocked the door and quickly pulled it open being met by a strange sight two men in black suits, and a woman in a long black trench coat with red lipstick and black glasses.

"Mr Benjamin watts?" One man asked

"Who's asking?"

"Agent Franklin and Agent Marshall. CIA" he says grabbing a CIA Badge from his pocket "may we come in"

"Uhh sure" I answered as I couldn't really think of a reason to not let them in. I opened the door letting the three inside shutting the door up again "what's this about?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest getting a better look at these three.

Franklin was a tall but thin guy his suit fit him perfectly I could tell but the fabric of his suit that his pockets had items in and I could see the gun holster on his belt. Marshall was a bigger guy definitely someone I wouldn't wanna take on a fight he held a small brown envelope sealed up.

And then this girl who was yet to say a word, she wore black knee high boots with sharp heels, her body hidden below the long trench coat that met her boots and went down to her wrists. The buttons all done up and the waistband tied around her. A red turtleneck all I could see above the jacket stopping just below her jaw, it matches her lipstick. Her hair pulled into a tight bun without any bangs to speak of, her hair flat possibly even gelled down to her head her expression hidden below her dark sunglasses.

"We have come to ask you a few questions"

"About what?" I asked

"Your allegiance"

"Allegiance?" I chuckled but his face made it clear he wasn't joking "how so?"

"You depart for Moscow tomorrow if I'm not mistaken?"

"Yeah"

"You've been to Moscow more than once"

"Yeah Moscow Invitational happens end of every chess season US champion gets invited. I haven't got to all of them during time as US champion for one reason or another but I've been enough" I explained

"You read the paper Mr Watts?"

"What concerns me yes"

"Then surely you'd know about the situation"

"The situation?"

"The Soviet Union committed an unprovoked act of aggression"

"Unprovoked?" I asked but given the look I got probably not the time "So what's that got to do with me?"

"How do you feel about the Soviet Union?"

"What do you mean how do I feel about it?"

"Do you like Moscow?"

"It's cold. It's a very impressive place from a design perspective. The places they take us to play chess are always amazing. Foods a bit shit"

"Would you go to Moscow without having a chess match to play?"

"No."

"How do you feel about the Soviets"

"They're smart. Clever. They work as teams which can really bite you in the ass if your not careful they help each other out something no American players do" I explained

"Why do you think that?"

"I don't think that I know that. We're all such individualists"

"That your thoughts on it?" He glared at me moving closer resting his hand on his gun and exposing that he had handcuffs in him and suddenly it all clicked why they were here and what it was they wanted to know.

"I'm a chess player. I'm not a fucking communist"

"Just checking," he says "but that's not why we're here"

"What is then?"

"We have a… proposition for you"

"A proposition? What kind of proposition?"

"We will cover your trips expenses. All of them"

"All of them?!"

"All of them"

"In return for what?"

"For giving one of our agents a cover story. As I'm sure you can imagine we have information coming and going at all times meaning agents coming and going at all times. What you have is an excuse for one of our agents to be in the country" he explained the other agent handing over his protected envelope

"You want me to help sneak a CIA agent into the Soviet Union?"

"Correction sneak in and back out." He explained

I opened the envelope seeing arrangements they had made they'd paid off my hotel, changed my tickets for a more private flight, an even a bunch of cash, along with a few agreements to sign and a few concepts for cover stories.

"Half now. And half when our agent is back on US soil"

"I'll be busy I have matches to play"

"Our agent can take care of themselves they just need an in and an out that's not too suspicious"

"What do I get out of this?"

"The cash. And supporting your country"

"Couldn't give much of a shit about this country"

"Your American are you not?"

"I am"

"You not proud of that?"

"I'm proud of who I am, what I've done, where I've been, regardless of whatever country my mother happened to be in when I fell out of her"

"All we need is you to get them in and get them out. You can play your game all you want in between"

"And you'll pay all my expenses?"

"Yes."

I thorough about it for a moment. I didn't like it, or would be risky, but I can't pass up that kinda money that meant all the chess federation funding and the church money I could use for my own ends. And god knows I need some cash. "...deal" I sighed

He made me sign paperwork to agree to do with most of it all swearing to secrecy and he took his paperwork back leaving me with the envelope of cash. "Where's this agent then? if the flight leaves at ten tomorrow things need sorting out before we board the plane" I explain

"Agent y/l/n" she spoke up until not I'd kinda forgot about the girl, she removed her glasses setting them in her pocket and offering her hand

"Pleasure" I smiled taking her hand

She smirked slightly tightened her grip slightly digging her blood red nails into my hand as she moved by hand to her own lips giving my hand a kiss

The three of them then left my apartment for a moment I had to kinda recoup after all that and a few moments later she returned with a bag.

"Flight leaves at ten tomorrow best I stay. Gives you time to get comfortable and get cover stories straight" she explained shutting my door and coming in putting her bag in the table

"Yeah course I'll uhh I'll put the air bed up for you"

"Good. The cover story I would recommend is siblings"

"Ahh no I uhh I have been vocal to chess review about being an only child"

Perfect Relationship it is then. The cover is relationship pre engagement but heading there that then gives us excuses for traveling together as well as having separate hotel rooms given the expecation of using church funding fus haing to cater to their views, and yet taking breakfast and dinner together." She explained

"Uuuhhh yeah sounds good"

"Good." She says unbuttoning her jacket until she completely slipped it off her body leaving her in those heeled black boots, black sheer stockings, a skin tight high waisted skirt that didn't even hit her mid thigh and a red turtle neck jumper with long sleeves, it was pretty clear she didn't have a bra on given I couldn't see… everything. And honestly given how tight the skirt was I wasn't convinced she had panties on either. she set her jacket ontop of her bag resting her hands on the back of her hips "where's your bag?"

"What?" I asked being a little out of it for a second

"Your bag. Let me sort through it. Trust me Soviet passport control can tell the difference between a bag packed by a man and packed by a woman. So where is it? I'll make my adjustments and leave you to your business"

"Uhhh yeah on the bed. I'm still packings thought"

"you have a list?"

"Yes"

"Good. I'll pack the rest for you" she says walking past me and into my bedroom

"Uhh okay"

[deadman-walken]

I watch as the water mixes with the blood washing off my body, spiraling down the drain to never be seen again. Everything that I did afterwards was a direct result of no longer existing. I was a next level cleaner. Of course I had to be, I couldn’t leave my messes for someone else to take care of. That’s where mistakes happen. 

“FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK…”

My forehead fell against the soaked tile wall and I let the water finish its job by rinsing the night's affairs away, but only physically. Mentally was a whole other thing. Put a smile on, do a good job and keep everything surface level. 

I heard my fathers voice more often than I did my own, and he’d been gone from this earth for more than ten years now. It wouldn’t matter how long, his lessons had been drilled into me the minute I was cut out of my mother. 

I was saved from any more tortuous thoughts by the ringing of my phone belting out ‘Crazy Sexy Cool by TLC’ which was the tone designated to my cousin, Kris. I made quick work of getting out of the shower, grabbing a towel and draping it around my waist. It was still beating off the base when I finally snatched it off my bedside table.

“Speak or forever hold your breath, I’m dripping a lake on my wooden floors right now.”

I heard a snort and then laughter on the other end.

‘It’s not my fault that you don’t know how to carry your phone with you.’

I was rolling my eyes before she finished that sentence. Kris always said the same thing. I hated having my phone attached to me at all times, and she knew it.

“When they force us to take a shot up the ass and inject us with tracers, I will then keep an electronic device on me.”

‘HaHaHa…Maybe this is why you are single. You barely have your phone with you to receive and answer properly to calls or messages. Just food for thought.’

“And what is your reason for being single, since you have some form of phone/tablet/watch or anything with you at all times?”

Okay I am sure I heard a slight growl come through the line this time. That had me smiling in victory.

‘Meanie…anyway what are you doing tomorrow?’

I thought for a moment, it was Saturday night, I had taken care of the majority of what I needed to, and being busy tomorrow would be good for me.

“Nothing, I’m open for anything that’s legal.”

With Kris that needed to be added in, I’ve ended up behind bars or in the back of a police car a couple times because of my cousin, and I would do it again. I don’t have a large family, the ones I have I keep close to me, that includes the ones that weren’t blood but had become family along the way.

‘Perfect, wear work clothes, something you don’t mind getting trashed and I will be there to pick you up around noon.’

Questions and warning signs went off in my head but for now I didn’t have the mental capacity to ask or even broach the subject of what the fuck. Instead I just said. 

“Sounds good, I will see you then.”

‘Are you okay, Lenx?’

I could answer honestly but then that would have me with nighttime visitors that wouldn’t leave and right now I couldn’t handle being around another.

“Yes, I finished digging the trench and then went and poured the footers for Monday's job. I need my pupper cuddles, my bed and hours on hours of sleep.”

There was about forty seconds of silence before Kris finally answered, obviously appeased by my answer.

‘Okay, hug the little flea bag tight and I will see you on the morrow.’

The line went dead and suddenly I felt the exact same, giving into the exhaustion I literally fell into my bed that I had been standing by, soaking wet and all. I dropped the towel to the floor and slid under the blankets pulling them up over my head. It was right on cue that my little monster jumped on the mattress burrowed under the covers, curling up tight against my chest so I could feel his tiny heated fur ball against me.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Fuck! You! Heisenberg || Karl Heisenberg ||

A/n: I never thought that my first fic of Heisenberg would do so well, so now I am writing more.

Now that I finished his boss fight, it really made me sad since I thought that he and Ethan would have worked well together. It’s also depressing when you find his notes and he writes how he hates what Miranda, my boy calls himself a monster....well not anymore...he’s going to be happy damn it!

A/n2:This is connected to my other Karl fic, man I just think that it would be adorable if he was a dad.

Summary: You’re pregnant with your second child, Karl couldn’t be more happy about that, too bad the man loves to tease you about it.

Prompts Used:

+: “papa’s got you”

+:”I’m 41 weeks and 2 days along, how do you think I’m doing?”

+: “You’re not fat, you’re pregnant, and even if you were fat, I don’t care. I love you.”

+: “Honey you’re pregnant that’s all baby. You look beautiful.”

+: “Hello little one’s, this is your daddy speaking..”

Tagged: @girl-obsessed-with-things. @themagpiewitchescorner, @cookieuwupanda, @luvley-shadow​, @rosariia25​, @screechinginthevoid​, @primusk​, @ceooflovingpizza​, @kbenziepie​, @mrsfullbuster500​, @princessemily129​, @turtl3-warr1or​, @aiko-akina-writes​, @hannahhobnob​, @littlebatsimagines​, @ktcat88mph​.

Karl never thought he would ever get the chance to be a father, after what Miranda did to him he didn’t think that he’d get the chance to be in a happy family. Not with that Tall bitch always breathing down his neck, though he couldn’t forget the creepy ass doll and the freak of nature. He’d honestly thought that he would die alone, a lonely mess. That was until he met you and now here he was.

A father to a three year little girl, though he was happy that his family was growing. Finding out that you were pregnant, well the man was over the moon about it, hell he felt rather proud of himself knowing that you were pregnant with twins.

Snapping out of his little day dream the man turned his attention to his daughter who was sniffling on the ground, her hair framing her face though it didn’t take a genius to figure out that she was crying. Frowning he wrinkled his nose then knelt down in front of her.

"Hey..shh shh pup...papa’s got you” Sighing he grasped her little hand. “What’s wrong sweetie.”

“You and mommy are gonna forget me.”

“What! that could never happen! You’re the first born, daddy will never forget his little pup.” Reaching out, Heisenberg gave her cheek a little pinch. “Mommy and daddy love you very much...now I think it’s past your bed time.” standing up he lifted his daughter in his arms as he carried her off to her bedroom.

“Daddy!! do the trick!” slipping out of her fathers arms she started to jump on her bed.

Snorting, a smile tugged at his lips. Holding out his hand it didn’t take long for a small metal horse to land in the palm of his hand. Raising the toy in the air he started to make it look like the horse was running. Letting the horse run around the room he listened as his daughter laughed. Once he got to one of her small shelves he rested the horse down. “Better?”

Nodding her head, the little girl then let out a yawn letting her father tuck her in. “Get some sleep princess.”

Once he knew that she was asleep he glanced around the living room looking for you, wrinkling his nose he then walked towards the bedroom. Wetting his lips the man was pleased to find you standing in front of a long mirror. You were wearing his long trench coat along with his hat. Both item's dwarfed your body even though you were pregnant. The man couldn’t believe that you could look sexy and adorable at the same time.

“Hey beautiful...how you feelin?”

Scowling you turned to face your husband, your hands on your hips. The brim of his hat covering your face. ”I’m 41 weeks and 2 days along, how do you think I’m doing?”

Though it did not take long for your lip to quiver as tears started to roll down your cheeks. “I’m so fat.”

Rubbing the back of his neck, Karl took a step forward as your fell into his arms, his hand rubbing your back as you sobbed into his chest. “You’re not fat, you’re pregnant, and even if you were fat, I don’t care. I love you.”

Stepping away from your husband, the scowl back on your face as you gave his chest a shove. “Fuck! You! Heisenberg.” turning your heel you did your best to move as you walked to the bathroom. Slamming the door you sat down on the toilet crossing your arm together.

Swearing under his breath, Karl rubbed the back of his neck. He knew he shouldn’t have pushed your buttons but he thought it was fun teasing you, he thought it was cute when you got angry but he knew that he had to fix this mess.

Walking towards the door the pressed his head against the wood. “Honey you’re pregnant, that’s all baby. You look beautiful.” hand hovering the door knob he knew the he could easily open it but he wanted to show you that he trusted you. Hearing the door click open he watched as the door slowly open, feeling you press your body against his, he then smiled as he nuzzled his nose into your neck.

“You mean that?”

“Of course y/n...I think your the sexiest woman alive....I mean I thought you were somethin when our little princess was born but now...damn.” Giving you a toothy grin he placed his hands on your bump, glancing up he pushed his coat side as he knelt to the ground. Resting his head on your belly, Karl’s grin slipped into a blissful smile as he felt the twins kick. 

“That’s right my little pups...you’re mother is a beautiful woman...so you don’t gotta worry about looking like your old man.”

“Karl.”

Glancing up at you the closed his eyes, he felt like he could stay like this all night.”Hello little one’s, that was your daddy speaking..alright...I just want you to know how loved you both are. You gotta your mother and me, not to mention a big sister to look after you both...” Standing up he then gave your forehead a kiss. He would do whatever it took to protect his family, he didn’t care, nothing was going to take them away from him.

Cupping his cheeks you drew Karl in for a soft kiss. “It’s a two way street Karl, we’re all going to look after each other...I promise you that.”

“Hell darling, I believe you now lets get you to bed alright.”

“Alright.”

[sunphroggy]

alright I have an au idea that im about to badly explain but it's a little strange so stick with me.

I call it: 'The Parent Trap but Opposite' au

So picture this: Tommy is Phil's only child, right. His mother died in childbirth so for his entire eight years of life its just been him and Phil. And that's fine, that's great, he loves it. Tommy doesn't want another addition to the family, it would only screw everything up.

That being said, Phil is lonely. Don't get him wrong, he loves his son and loves spending time with him, but he misses the feeling of being in love. He misses his wife.

Enter, Kristen.

They meet on a blind date, set up by a friend from Phil's work, and hit it off instantly. Months pass and Phil wants to propose.

One problem though. He hasnt told Tommy about it. He hasn't even introduced Kristen to him.

So what better way to merge both families that a holiday?

(I should probably say here that Kristen also has children. Take a wild guess who they are.)

Tommy is all for a holiday. Two weeks at a fancy ass hotel with room service, an arcade and a pool? Sign him up!

That is until, he finds out that Kristen and her boys will be joining them.

Enter, Wilbur and Techno.

(They're about fourteen. Their parents are divorced and, unlike Tommy, they knew Kristen was seeing Phil. They alse know that Phil is gonna propose - well, it's just a hunch)

Phil, god bless him, tries his hardest to get Tommy to warm up to Kristen, Wilbur and Techno. He plans all these activities and takes them all shopping, to the beach, to waterparks ect. But Tommy just won't take to them; he doesn't mind Kristen but Wilbur and Techno are weird, they keep making these cryptic comments about how they're going to be seeing eachother a lot in the future and Tommy just does not understand.

That is, until they decide to let Tommy in on the obvious.

Tommy, as expected, is in denial. Because there's no way his dad would do something like that without telling him first. Besides, Phil doesn't need to get married, they're perfectly happy just the two of them.

There's just no way.

Right?

Wrong.

Because Tommy is a curious little shit and he ransacks his and Phil's hotel room in search for the ring. He doesn't find it, of course, because Phil is used to Tommy's little raccoon tactics and hid it properly. But when he comes back from dinner with Kristen to a destroyed room and a confused Tommy, he decides to tell him the truth.

Needless to say Tommy has a fit. One moment, he's happy; just him and dad, living life. And then this lady and her shitty sons come along and fucks that up

(I imagine the conversation being something like:

Phil: Yeah im gonna propose Kristen

Tommy, inhaling deeply: *screams*

And then it would proceed to reinact that once scene from Steven universe with ruby and sapphire like-

phil: he'll eventually tire himself out :'D

Tommy, making even more of a mess than he already has: that's what you think! I am an eternal flame baby!! >:(

Yeah.)

Tommy, ever the drama queen, storms to Wilbur and Techno - who are like "we told you so :/" - and the three of them (because Techno and Wilbur also do not want this little racoon gremlin hybrid in their home either) team up and plan to ruin the proposal. The only problem, they don't know when Phil is gonna actually propose.

And this...this is where the hijinks and shenanigans ensue.

They just like, constantly ruin Phil and Kristen's date nights with their dumb shit.

(I'm thinking shit like the three of them stacked on each others shoulders in a trench coat pretending to be a waiter at the hotel restaurant Phil and Kristen are eating at and constantly spilling drinks and food of them whenever it looks like Phil is about to pop the question; following them on walks under the stars, hiding in bushes with binoculars and making birds attack them; tackling Phil into the pool ect. ect. ect.)

But, plot twist, while pulling off these epic plans, the three of them...bond! Dun dun dunnnnn!!! Wilbur and Techno actually grow to like Tommy and think "Hey, maybe this kid ain't so bad" so they back out on the plans and try to convince Tommy to do the same. He won't.

(Meanwhile, Phil is just wondering why all his proposal attempts have gone so fucking wrong like???)

Anyways, fast forward. Its the last day of their holiday the two families go out for dinner. Its nice, they're having a good time, Kristen is chatting away to Tommy about Minecraft and Tommy is happy to tell her all about his favourite game. And then, Phil clears his throat.

He starts talking about Kristen and how happy he makes her, and Tommy can tell what's coming the moment Phil reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a small black box. And, in a final attempt to keep the life he has, Tommy snatches the box out of Phil's hand and fucking runs.

He runs right out of the restaurant, ignoring everyone calling after him, and doesn't stop running until he's on the beach, where he hides. And he cries. He cries because his dad is gonna replace him with Techno and Wilbur, and he misses his mum even though he never met her, and because this he knows that stealing a ring and running away isn't gonna stop this proposal from happening, and because the only family dynamic he knows is going to change and he isn't ready for that. And it's just a big angst moment.

And then some fluff.

Kristen finds him hidden by the rocks, and Tommy quickly pretends he wasn't just crying bc he's a big man and shit like that. He half expects her to immediately call for Phil and then for Phil to disown him, but instead she sits with him.

She asks if he's OK and when he doesnt answer her she just goes on talking about random things as if Tommy didn't just ruin their entire holiday (about shit like how she thought the cake at the restaurant was too dry and about the stars and different constellations and she even continues asking him about minecraft) and Tommy, after a while, talks back to her.

They talk for a while, arguing about the best Minecraft block (Tommy wholeheartedly defending cobblestone like his life depends on it) until eventually Kristen asks why he did what he did. And Tommy explains everything (that can basically be summed up in "I'm scared of change")

It's just a wholesome moment really. They're just sitting behind a bunch of rocks, Tommy is spilling his guts and Kristen is just listening. And at then end of it she's there to give him a big hug.

(I imagine Tommy saying that one cliche line "please don't hurt my dad" and Kristen being like "I wouldn't dream of it" and then Tommy gives her the ring box)

But yeah, happy ending! Phil proposes to Kristen on the beach and it's all happy and nice and cool and Tommy, Techno and Wilbur watch and Techno starts crying a little bc he's so happy for his mum.

...

I came up with this last night when I couldn't sleep.

[softyoongiionly]

Power Trip

You and Jungkook make a bet to see who can last the longest in bed. 

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Genre: established relationship, smut, fluff

Warnings: explicit smut, oral (f receiving), spit, swearing, fingering, Jungkook

A/N: If I ever tell you I don’t have a bias wrecker, call me a liar. Also this one is for @bulletproofbirdy​, I hope Jungkook can lift your spirits. I love you so much! also, this unedited cause im the worst :D This can be read in the same universe as my fic Press Start btw! 

He smirks, “You really wanna go there?”

You shrug, “I’m just saying- I know I can last longer than you can, that’s all.”

At this, his brows raise as a short and unimpressed laugh leaves his lips, “What led you to that conclusion?”

From the opposite end of the couch, you feel him staring at you. His competitive nature is simple minded and easily baited into situations where it’s able to prove itself; Jungkook simply cannot resist a challenge.

“I mean-” You bite your lip, “You are usually begging me to cum at some point...”

His smirk only broadens, “Oh? And you think I do that for my benefit?”

Oh.  

Staring into his eyes, the two of you regard one another for a moment, sexual tension floating aimlessly in the air above you.  

“I want you to consider the fact that you’re looking your fiancé in the eye and, telling her that you’re faking something in bed...”

Jungkook finally laughs at that, his head falling back on his shoulders momentarily, “Whoa whoa whoa- I never said I was faking it, I just said I wasn’t doing it for my benefit. I beg you to cum because, I know you like it- not because I can’t control myself.”

“Oh so it isn’t that you’re faking it- it's just not as good as you make it out to be...” You clarify, voice loaded with sarcasm, “That’s so much better.”

Jungkook clicks the tip of his tongue against his teeth, “You know that isn’t what I'm saying...”

You cross your arms, trying your best not to notice how good your fiancé looks lit up by candlelight, “No actually, I don’t know that.”

He knows he needs to choose his next words carefully because, this conversation can go one of two ways. One, the two of you spend an undetermined amount of time tangled up in one another and two, he ends up in the doghouse.

“Well you should-” He insists, “Because I don’t lie. I’ve told you that you’re the best I’ve ever had and, I meant that. All I’m saying is that I can make you cum first- and that has nothing to do with how good you are. It's just how bad I want to make you cum...”

You feel your lips twitch, “Even if that very convenient explanation were true- it doesn’t change the fact that I can last longer than you...”

Jungkook chuckles finally and the sound of it sends a shiver up your spine. He jerks his chin towards you, “You wanna bet?”

Your teeth find your bottom lip as you feel your heartbeat increase slightly, “What are your terms?”

He shrugs but his palms are already itching with the desire to touch you, “Who ever cums first loses...”

Snorting, you roll your eyes, nudging your foot against his leg, “Yeah I got that part but, how are we going to do this?

Again he shrugs but this time the smirk creeps back onto his mouth, “Oh well- if you’re asking that, this really isn’t going to be a fair fight...”

He’s such a little shit.  

Your lips part with shock whilst your eyes blink owlishly at him before you decide that you’ve had enough of his attitude.  Flipping the covers over your head, you work your way across the couch until you’re positioned between Jungkook’s legs. He snickers when you maneuver the covers over your head, doing his best to assist you until you’re finally free from the endless swath of blankets.  

“H-” Jungkook opens his mouth to make another comment but, your lips stop him from doing so.  

You’re irritated with his goading but, you know that you can’t just start roughly making out with him in order to turn him on; you have to take things slowly.

Situated atop the seam of his grey sweatpants, you press your hips down carefully whilst you kiss him. He’s lost in your mouth the moment he feels it, his fingers coming up to brush over the apples of your cheeks. They encase your face moments later and, you make a conscious effort to ignore how good this is. He tastes like the sweet mint mouthwash he uses but, the rest of him smells like amber and vanilla.  

Outdoing Jungkook is so much easier said than done.

But what you don’t know is that he isn’t fairing much better.  

The softness of your lips and the tiniest instabilities in your breath are going straight to his dick. His hands find themselves sliding at a snail-like pace up the backs of your thighs and, god he can’t help himself as he grips at the flesh there. He always says he would die happily in between your thighs and even though you laugh, he’s dead serious. They are so perfect.

Deep in the trenches of his muscular chest, he groans when you grind against him. His breath coming out much shakier through his nose before he finally pulls away,

“Bedroom?”

You hum, pecking his at his mouth again, “What about it?”

Jungkook smacks your ass suddenly and just as you yelp, he’s recapturing your lips all over again. Only this time, he starts leaning you backwards towards the couch and it’s many blankets.  

“Do you want it here?” He breathes, “There isn’t a lot of room...”

He’s right.  

The couch is good for cuddling and making out but, actual sex is usually out of the question- especially when it’s so cold in your house.

Moments later, Jungkook is throwing the massive pile of blankets onto your bed and, just as he’s about to climb up there, you stop him by cupping his face in your hands. Your grip is gentle and your lips follow suit, plucking against his minty mouth. In the midst of kissing him, you reach behind his head, feeling around for the scrunchie holding up his mane of hair. Once you locate it, you carefully pull back until his pretty face is curtained with ebony tendrils.  

He doesn’t question your decision. In fact, there isn’t much Jungkook would question right now. His attention is on you and, your deadly assault on his composure. When he feels your fingers tuck into his hair, he realizes he’s beginning to forget the reason why he needs his composure in the first place.

“You’re so handsome,” You whisper, “like a prince...”

Jungkook feels his heart flutter at your comment whilst his hands reach out to grip your hips, pulling your body flush against him. His palms travel up your back, cursing the thick fabric of your hoodie for being in the way. He knows it’s practical but, he doesn’t care. He wants to touch you.  

“I’m cold-” You pout into his mouth, “Can we get in bed?”

He returns your pout and nudges your nose before reluctantly removing his hands from your back, “Yeah...let’s go.”

Jungkook unturns the winter duvet you have on your bed and, lays the pillows down flat, gesturing to the empty space which then causes you to shoot him an apprehensive look,  

“It’s going to be so cold.” You whine and the sound if it forces Jungkook’s lips into a fond smile- completely against his will.  

“I’ll get in first-” He assures you and just before he flops onto the sheets, he yanks his hoodie and t-shirt over his head. The presence of his body alone is a defeat to all other men you’ve been with. The tan skin, the tattoos, the softness of him reminding you that he is a walking example of duality...

It’s a lot.  

But you have to stay focused and, when he settles onto the mattress and pats the empty space beside him, you waste no time in returning to your earlier mission.  

“C’mere...” He mumbles once you’re beside him, his voice deep with arousal.

The two of you resume your kiss and, this time there is a bit more urgency in the way he moves against you. He nudges your nose as he introduces his tongue into your mouth. Pulling away slightly, he continues moving his tongue along the length of yours until the two of you are properly French kissing one another.  

It’s sloppier than his usual style but, you aren’t complaining; he tastes amazing. And the way he’s licking into your mouth reminds you of what his mouth feels like when it’s elsewhere-

“I used to see people in porn kiss like this-” He whispers, “I never understood the appeal of sucking on someone’s tongue until I met you...” With his admission, he does just that, taking the tip of your muscle between his lips.

Mouth open around the entirety of his, you grip his biceps as he continues to suck on your tongue. If it were anyone else, this would feel awkward and sloppy but with Jungkook, it’s so unbelievably hot. He’s working his way over you until his tattooed arms are settled on either side of your head. Rolling his body downward, he presses his hardening dick right against the seam of your leggings. He pulls off of your tongue then and resumes kissing you normally, his lips are wetter and there’s so much spit involved in this kiss but, you couldn’t care less.  

You wanted all of him.  

Jungkook uses the strength and control he has over his body to grind against your aching core with precision, the curve of his dick sliding sinfully onto your neglected clit. Even as the pleasure begins to drown out the logical side of your brain, you desperately try to remind yourself that you are still in the middle of a bet.  

“You feel so good-” You make sure to play up the whimper that leaves your lips whilst your nails begin at his wrists and slowly drag up the bulging muscles on his arms.

His dick twitches in his sweatpants and, you take that as an opportunity to wrap your legs around his hips. The strength of his arms gives out then as he opts to rest on his elbows instead. He’s still kissing you but now the two of you are grinding against one another as if you were fucking.  

“Yeah?” He smirks against your mouth, “Good enough to cum on me?”

His attitude returns causing you to dig your nails into arms. You pull away from his mouth and shoot him a look of determination, “In your dreams...”

He snickers, sounding rather cute for a man who is literally throbbing between your legs. He licks his lips as he stares down at you for a moment, cocking his head to the side, “My dreams...” He clarifies before kissing his teeth, “I guess you’re right ah? If this were a dream of mine, you would have already came all over my tongue...”

His words make you bite your lip, your hips involuntarily curving up towards his. He snickers again, leaning away when you try to reconnect your lips, “You always tell me to go for my dreams though, don’t you baby?”

At the moment, Jungkook’s voice would be unrecognizable to anyone else but, you. It’s so deep and raspy and, only thickens as he gets more and more turned on.  

“I will cum on your tongue,” You murmur suddenly, pecking his lips, “after you cum inside of me.”

This time, it’s Jungkook who retaliates with movement, his hips rolling down at a sinful depth, causing your clit to throb with anticipation.  

He lets out a breathe from between his lips whilst he shakes his head, his dark eyes flitting down to where you’re connected before returning to your face.

“It’s so much better when I cum in you after I’ve eaten you out though-” He insists with a pout that would look innocent if this were any other scenario, “If you hold it after what I’m about to do to you, then I’ll let you have a turn with me- sound good?”

He’s so fucking cocky sometimes, it makes you want to scream. However, this wouldn’t be much of a bet if the two of you just had sex; you know that you’d have to let him touch you properly at some point, even if it would be devastating to your odds of winning.  

“You’re going to cheat- I can literally feel it in my bones...”

Jungkook chuckles and slowly begins his descent down towards the ache between your legs. When he gets to your stomach, he carefully peels up your hoodie to expose the band of your leggings. He kisses along the skin there with gentle and unhurried movements, licking once just below your belly button and smirking as he hears the giggle that tumbles from your lips. Sitting up slightly, you watch as he hooks his fingers underneath the black fabric and peels it back until he’s working it down your legs. Jungkook knows that you don’t wear underwear with these pants, especially not around the house- but it doesn’t stop him from biting his lip at the sight of your bare pussy anyway.  

Jungkook gently pries your legs apart and, you find yourself biting your lip when the cold air from the bedroom weaves its way onto your swollen, wet folds. You already want to tell him to stop- not because you don’t want it but, because you are severely doubting your ability to last.  

That doubt only increases when Jungkook settles onto his stomach and positions his mouth at the apex of your right knee, “You really do have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen...” He says this as he starts sponging his lips up your inner thigh, his eyes looking straight up at you, “Did you know that?”

With your breath increasing, you do your best to remain calm as he nears your lips but, it’s so hard when he’s intentionally saying all the things you want to hear.

But two can play at that game...

“You think so? I try to keep it all pretty for you...” The tone of your voice takes him off guard a little bit but, he isn’t complaining.  

He secretly relishes in the moments that you’re soft towards him; so much of your relationship is banter and, constantly trying to get on eachothers nerves.  

Jungkooks starts at the other knee then, kissing his way back down towards your center, “You don’t ever-” He bites down and then pulls back, “ever, have to try to be pretty jagi. You just are.”

The sensation of his teeth causes you to jump, your movements coaxing a chuckle from Jungkook’s throat.

He kisses his teeth, “Easy.” He teases with a smirk, his mouth finally hovering of your pussy.  

“Sorry-” You murmur coyly, licking your lips, “I just want your mouth so bad.”

Jungkook is about to lick up the length of you but, he stops at your confession and kisses the top of your pussy instead, “You do huh?”

It’s not really like you to plead for him as usually things are quite playful in the bedroom and, as you mentioned earlier: it’s usually him who’s begging.  

Nodding, you reach down for his fingers, lacing them with your own as you dial up the sweetness in your tone to 100%, “Please? Can I have it? I’m so wet for you Jungkook- it hurts...”

The moisture leaves his mouth when you say his name. He’s never heard you quite like this before and, it’s driving him crazy.  

He wants to give you everything.

“Whatever you want baby- I'm right here...” He mumbles against your skin, kissing the top of your cunt once more before shooting a somewhat intense glance your way, “...and I’ll make sure you give me what I want in return.”

With that, he licks up the length of you, collecting all of your arousal in middle of his tongue before drinking you in as best as he can. The feeling of his mouth finally meeting your cunt is enough to make your hips jerk from the bed. He takes that as a sign to wrap his inked arms around your body to hold you in place as he gets to work on you.  

He uses the tip of his tongue to gather as much of your wetness as possible, groaning ever so softly when the taste of you graces his tastebuds. His hands are resting on your stomach but, he uses his thumbs to pull your pussy taut so he has better access. Your clit is amply exposed now allowing him to tease his languid muscle against it, the sensations making you dizzy.  

You can feel your nipples hardening to the point of discomfort when he suckles the sensitive bud into his mouth. He only does it for a second before settling for laving his tongue up and down your clit. Breathing heavily, you tug up your hoodie to expose the rest of your upper half, your hands going straight for your neglected nipples.  

“Fuck-”  

You hear him curse and look down just in time to see that although his mouth is busy working on your pussy, his eyes are locked onto you.  

And you take advantage of that, pinching your nipples you say, “Your tongue feels so good, no-” You let your breath catch on the end of the sentence, “nobody does it like you Jungkook...”

His eyes squeeze shut for a moment and, he looks like he’s like he’s in pain. But suddenly, he moves hands from your stomach and, grips the outside of your thighs- pulling your legs apart and pushing them up. With your knees up in the air and your pussy spread completely open, Jungkook quickens the pace of his tongue on your clit. Licking over it with a consistent pace that your fiancé knows all too well, you feel the pit of your stomach begin to grow in preparation for your orgasm.  

You need to act fast...

Letting out the tiniest whimper, you reach down towards his hand again and grip onto one of his fingers, “Can I have your fingers please? I need you to fuck me so bad baby- please? I’m so close...”

Jungkook’s eyes are blackened with pure lust, his lips still kissing and licking at your clit as he moves his hand, somewhat hesitantly towards your dripping cunt. He looks so torn but, you can’t completely figure out why, but you have a feeling.  

He licks your clit once more as he lines his index finger up at your entrance. You can see how wet his mouth has become when he pulls away slightly to watch his digit disappear inside of you. Immediately, your pussy clenches around his finger, sucking it in with desperation. Jungkook groans as his eyes squeeze shut again but, he manages to return his lips to your clit, resuming his earlier motions.  

The pleasure from by his dual movements is causing your entire body to ache with need. You don’t think you can hold back your orgasm much longer, not with his finger quickening it’s pace inside you. Surrender is on the horizon; if you aren’t going to win this bet- you may as well just enjoy yourself.  

“Can you fuck me faster Jungkook?” You moan, licking your lips and rubbing your fingertips over your nipples, “You’re making me feel so good...you’re so strong.”

And faster he goes but, he only maintains the pace long enough for you to whimper one more time before he suddenly pulls away. The loss of contact shocks and disappoints and, you’re about to protest until you notice what’s going on.  

Jungkook is sat back on his knees, lips wet with your arousal, nipple hardened with his own and, grey sweatpants stained with precum. He’s taking a deep breath through his nose, his hair hanging in his face whilst he looks down towards his dick.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” You murmur, sitting up.  

The promise of an orgasm is slowly fading but, the concern flooding your mind distracts you easily.  

He shakes his head, “No no- I'm good. I just uh-”  

Jungkook’s hand moves quickly, cupping over his dick and prompting another deep but shaky breath from his chest.  

And then it clicks...

“Wait-” A grin spreads across your lips, “Were you about to cum?”

“No.”  

But he won’t look up at you, his cheeks dusted a rosy pink as he presses his hand down even harder.  

“Jungkook-” You get up on your knees, your chest blooming with pride as you crawl across the bed towards him, “Were you about to cum?”

When you ask him again, there is a bit of laughter at the end of your sentence that causes him to shoot a glare your way.

“You were cheating...”

A sharp giggle leaves your throat, “I was cheating??? The bet was to see who could last longer and, you literally just pulled away before you were going to cum.”

Jungkook smirks, “You were fucking cheating.” He insists, “With that fucking voice of yours and your hands all over your tits; don’t act like you don’t know what you were doing.”

He doesn’t swear often but when he does, it always gets to you. His voice his so husky now and that paired with the rest of his visuals is enough to force you into your next move.  

Suddenly, you grip his chin and angle his upwards, “Admit that you were going to cum.”

His eyes widen then, that familiar doe eyed look infecting his gaze; it’s the same look he always gives you when you take charge.  

But as much as he loves to submit to you, he almost hates losing more.

Almost.  

“No...”

Your teeth find your lip again as you smirk, your other hand sliding down his flushed chest towards his throbbing cock, “Admit that you were going to cum baby, so we can put you out of your misery...”

He shakes his head and although his hand twitches at his side, he makes no move to stop you, “I wasn’t, I was just-”

You cock your head, your hand tucking beneath the band of his sweats, “You were just what?”  

As he feels your hand encase his dick he crumbles, his whole body slumping forward, “Fuck-”

His forehead is on your shoulder now, his stomach caving in as you begin stroking his cock. You can feel how hard he is now, his length jumping in your hand, the tip of him covered in precum...

Your lips are at his ear whilst he bears his teeth, “Admit that you were going to cum sweetheart- and then I’ll let you put it inside me...”

“No-” He growls, “You were cheating, I- ugh...” He whimpers, his teeth sinking into the ball of your shoulder when you quicken your pace on him.  

You giggle, turning your head to the side so your lips are at his ear, “What a shame- you're going to waste all of this cum on your pants when you could be pumping it inside of me...”

Jungkook groans, his teeth nipping at your shoulder once more, “Let me cum inside of you please- wanna fuck you so bad...”

You’re focusing your hand on the tip of his cock, massaging it within your grip and, at this point- Jungkook is leaking so much precum, you aren’t sure if he managed to sneak in his orgasm without notice.  

“You can fuck me when you admit that I won.” You nibble on his ear, “That’s all you have to do baby- then I’ll let you fuck me.”

“But I wasn’t going to cum-” He still insists, his voice more of a whine now his hands desperately going for your hips.

Pouting your lips, you increase your pace on him for the final time, the sound of you jerking him off filling the room, “Well you definitely are now, aren’t you?”

“Fucking- fuck me...” He moans, his nails digging into your sides whilst his hips jerk up against your hand, “Oh fuck- I'm gonna cum...”

The admission is involuntarily as he paints your hand and the inside of his sweatpants with the his hot release, cumming all over himself.  

“Mm there it is- that wasn’t so hard was it?” You tease with a bit of laughter as you stroke him through his release.  

He lets out a shaky breath, moaning again as the rest of it comes out but, before you’re even able to process what’s happening, his using the grip he has on your hips to shove you back against the bed. Your back hits the sheets as your eyes widen and despite his sweatpants being stained and his dick throbbing with sensitivity, Jungkook is prying your legs apart and lining himself up at your entrance.

“Ju-” You begin but he cuts you off as he pushes inside of you. The thickness of him is so perfect and your pussy swallows him whole, unable to get enough. Through your efforts to tease him you had forgotten how close he had gotten you but, he was about to remind you exactly what he was capable of.

“I don’t want to hear another word out of your mouth-” He growls, his eyes piercing into yours, his swollen lips curved into a smirk, “Unless it’s please,” He thrusts, causing a whimper to leave your lips, “Thank you,” Thrust, “Or Jungkook...”

His pace is fast but it’s completely perfect and, it isn’t long until your orgasm comes crashing into your body, the pleasure peaking as he fucks you harder.  

“J- Jungkook- Oh god....” You moan, reaching down to rub at your clit, which only spurs you on further, “Oh my god...”

He chuckles darkly through bared teeth, his sweaty tendrils of hair jerking back and forth with his motions, “I guess I’ll settle for god too...”

Leaning down, he hovers over you as you continue to cum and despite the smirk on his face, he presses his lips to yours sweetly- kissing you through the rest of your orgasm.

He lets up the intensity inside of you, for both your sake and his, slowly allowing his hips to come to a stop. With destroyed breathing patterns, the two of you kiss each other for a while longer until he makes the painful decision to pull out of you. Still kissing at your lips, he slumps over beside you, blindly pulling at the duvet to cover your shivering bodies.

“I love you.” He chuckles boyishly, completely giddy from your encounter.

The sound of his laughter makes you smile into the kiss, “I love you too.”

He brings you closer to him so that he can hold you, his lips moving to press against different parts of your face.  

Laying on his chest, you feel content as you listen to the sound of his heartbeat slowly returning to normal.

After a few moment of post orgasmic bliss,  Jungkook whispers,

“ Jagi?” He mumbles to which you respond by humming, “I was definitely about to cum...”

[feelin-woozy]

Title: Stoke The Fire

Word Count: 1984

Pairing: Bo Sinclair x female!reader

Warnings: Daddy kink, breeding, degradation, dumbification

Thanks @slasherrabbitmadness for the inspiration and the absolute brain rot that she has given me with the idea of dilf!Bo :) go check out her dilf Bo stuff because it's,,, chefs kiss.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to spend time over at Bo’s house; it became almost like a second home over the years. Your father and Bo have a relationship that bloomed from the moment they entered business together a few years back. It wasn’t easy to imagine what life was like before Bo became so close to your family.

A warm summer breeze blows past you, ruffling the soft saffron colored cotton of your dress against your thighs. Of course, you don’t miss the way Bo’s blue eyes dart to the newly exposed flesh of your thigh, but beyond that, he doesn’t make a move, just sips the beer in his hand and takes another easy drag off the cigarette.

Your dad is prattling on about this and that, talking about some jackoff who tried to rip him off the other day at work claiming that his rate was ludacris and that there were a dozen other mechanics that could do it for cheaper. And sure, that may have been true, but the quality wasn’t there. It wasn’t biased, perhaps a little, but it was still a well known fact that your dad and Bo ran the best mechanic shop in town; it’s why they got away with the rates they charged. And there was always a sense of taking care of the community, their community, that had the townsfolk whipped and willing to shell out the money.

The lively strumming of guitars swirled around you, and you bounced your leg to the steady beat of the Seether song that played over the speakers. It was heavier than the usual stuff that your dad played around the house, but then there were many things about Bo that were heavier. Perhaps that’s why they worked so well together.

Your attention is drawn away from the melodic beat and easy going conversation between Bo and your dad when a small hand tugs at the hem of your dress. You turn your head to look down at the young girl, blue eyes staring up at you with a smile that lacked a few teeth. You return the smile to her, waiting for her to speak and voice whatever thoughts swirled around in that head of hers.

You had nearly forgotten that Oliva was here with the three of you. Bo’s time with her split with his ex-girlfriend, who he had some choice words about every time she was brought up. The young girl was undeniably Bo’s child through unruly brown hair bouncing with every shift she made and blue eyes that were carbon copies of her father’s. You couldn’t help but wonder what she got from her mother; Bo didn’t have any photos of her around the house.

“Will you come play with me?” She reaches for your hands, her skin slightly sticky from God knows what, but you don’t pull away; you just give her hand a small squeeze in return.

“Olive, sweetie, don’t bug her. Go play by yourself okay?” Bo says softly, a sort of sternness shining through his words. You lift your gaze to look at Bo, and you catch a glimpse of fondness that softens the lines of his face. Olivia whines, eyebrows furrowing as if she’s about to pitch a fit at Bo’s words.

“It’s okay Bo,” You smile at him, wide and radiant as you get to your feet without letting go of Olivia’s hand. “I don’t mind.”

Bo just nods his head with a bit of a shrug before turning his attention to your dad again. However, you don’t miss the way his eyes surveil you as Olivia drags you to the small backyard park that Bo and your dad had built together the previous summer.

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It’s almost two weeks later when you find yourself bent over the laminate countertop, hands scrambling for purchase as you’re pushed forward again and again. You hadn’t even been here for five minutes, coming by only to grab some tools for your dad to borrow, wearing that same saffron dyed dress you had worn last time that you were over here. Bo’s worn trucker hat lost to the linoleum, jeans pushed only half way down his thighs, leaving his belt to jangle incessantly with every movement. The edge of the countertop digs into your hip bones saved only for the dress that’s bunched up over the curve of your ass. It does little to pad and protect you against the vicious rocking of Bo’s hips, but it’s better than nothing.

“Been thinkin’ about this sweet pussy every fuckin’ day,” Bo groans, grimey fingers curling into your hips and dragging you back against himself. He stays put for a moment, keeping your bodies pressed flushed together. “Been thinkin’ about knocking you up.”

The way your pussy flutters around his length is indecorous, the whimper you let out even more so. But it can’t be helped; hearing the filth that dripped from Bo’s lips always had that effect on you, but there was something about the way he said it that made your insides churn. The serious edge to his words that wasn’t there the times you had fucked prior, the way his words turned from a pipe dream to something that could be a reality.

“Does my baby like that idea?” Bo titters, the noise breathless and broken. A testament to the effect that this was having on him as well. “Like the thought of me fuckin’ a baby into you?”

“Fuck, Bo.” Your head drops, cheeks pressing into the chilled countertop. You don’t even pretend like this wasn’t doing it for you, hips rocking back against his to tempt him into staying true to your word. “Yeah, yeah fuck.”

He leans over you, the thin cotton t-shirt dragging along your sweat-slicked back as he pressed his lips to your neck, teeth catching the rosy skin. For a moment, you think that he was about to leave a mark to bloom against your skin, a small sign over ownership that would have you avoiding your parents’ home till the skin healed, and you could look them in the eyes once more.

“Gunna have to get you off that birth control of yours,” Bo murmurs, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek before he pulls away again, looming over you and admiring the way he has you splayed out like a wrecked mess in his kitchen. The windows open, and the back sliding door cracked so neighbors would be able to hear every little indecent noise that passed your lips like a mantra. You were glad for the arborvitae that lined the fence. It gave you some privacy, even if it wasn’t much, and it did ease your nerves considerably. “After that, maybe I’ll just keep you on my cock day ‘n night till I know it took.”

Your hands curl into fists at the thought, knuckles blanching under the force. The idea has your mind melting; nothing has ever sounded so perfect to you. It was almost insane how easily Bo got you cockdrunk, how easily he bent you to every whim that crossed his mind. But there was something about his smile, his scent, the way he could play you as if the two of you were made for each other that left you a strung out fanatic.

“Tell me how badly you want it,” Bo growls, nails cutting crescent shaped moons into your hips. If he wasn’t dragging you so perfectly through the trenches of pleasures, the pain might have brought you from the lust addled fog, but instead, it only shoves you down further. It made you feel like you were drowning, drowning in his words, the scent of sex that hung headily around you, the obscene noises that sounded like your own but were so far away, the way skin slapped against each other and the wet noises of your pussy dripping around his thick cock. It was all too much, and you knew it would only be a matter of time before your orgasm swept you pitilessly under the current. “Come on baby, if you wanna cum you gotta tell Daddy how badly you want it.”

A sob tears through your chest, thighs shaking as you’re forced onto the points of your toes with each thrust. Bo laughs above you cruelly, not once slowing down and allowing you a moment of reprieve to find your words. There was a satisfaction in seeing the way he strung you along, bringing you so close to the edge, and you knew that if you didn’t give in, give him what he wanted, he would pull away.

It wouldn’t have been the first time. There had been many times he’d pull out only to jerk himself off to completion and paint your pussy, or your panties, only to force you to wear his cum as a reminder. So you try with a renewed desperation, to try and formulate anything of sense before Bo had the chance to pull out of you.

“I-I fuck,” You stutter, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Every time the words were cocked and loaded on your tongue, the way he brushed against that spot within you had them rolling off your tongue in the form of drool. If it didn’t feel so fucking good, it would’ve been beyond humiliating.

“You look fuckin’ pathetic like this,” Bo sneers, hips stuttering. You knew he was close, his words coming out a sharp rasp as each thrust was punctuated with a guttural growl. “Just an empty headed slut made to be knocked up. S’okay baby, Daddy will take care of you.”

That’s what sends you over the edge, cunt clenching down like a vice around the cock plowing into you. It must have been good because you’re distantly aware of the sound of Bo choking on a noise within his throat. And God, do you wish that you were more aware and not floating listlessly through the waves of pleasure so you could see just how wrecked Bo was. You wanted to acknowledge the way graying brown hair clung to his forehead, cheeks flushed as he gritted his teeth. It was always one of your favorite sights. A low moan tumbles from the two of you at the feeling of warmth filling you, the gentle pulsing of his cock as he empties himself within you.

The two of you remained like that for a moment, and you silently wished it would never end as you tried to quell your racing heart and the rapid movement of your chest. Then, when Bo begins to pull out, you whine, but he only snickers, fingers moving from your hips to dance along your folds, running through the slick and cum that dripped out.

“Ya mean it?” You whine softly, pressing back as he pushes cum back inside of you.

“Mean what, baby?” Bo muses, fingers moving at a taunting pace. You crane your neck a bit to stare up at Bo, catching the post sex bliss that overlays his face, the smug look that only makes your stomach twist, thighs clenching.

“Are you going to knock me up?” Your tongue flicks out over your lower lip, eyes fluttering at the feeling of his thick fingers stretching you open once more. Bo groans low in his throat at the thought, and you peek your eye open to catch sight of the twisted grin on his face and the dark intent that swirled within blue eyes.

“Course I am,” Bo says matter of factly as he pulls his fingers out of you, reaching down to grab the lace panties you wore and pull them back up over you. With a pat on your ass, he begins to tuck himself back into his pants, walking over to the fridge. “Would be a shame to let that pretty pussy a’ yours to go to waste.”