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foggysirens · 1 year ago
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officially back on tumblr and have tried my hardest to catch up on the uhhhhhhhhh 19??? days worth of dash that i missed but tumblr mobile sucks so i apologize to the mutuals who’s blogs i have just been ruthlessly stalking for the past few hours but all this just to say that taking some (unplanned) time away from posting has been nice but i am actually just super excited to be back on here now and it’s such a nice feeling:) ive missed being here !!!
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mysicklove · 10 months ago
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CW: reader sucking nanamis dick lol, me playing up nanamis old manness bc i am picturing him as a middle aged man, no power dynamics, nanami cums on your face n realizes he may have a kink, reader is ":3" coded, unedited for now bc i need sleep
a/n: wrote this cause im down bad. not written well tho LOL
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"Are you sure you like this? I dont want your jaw to hurt..." Nanami questions, furrowed browed as he gently traces the skin near your temple.
You were kneeling in front of him, hands placed on his thighs and grinning at him. "I want to. I really, really want to. Been thinking about it all day."
"You are quite eager."
"Arent you?" Your eyes trail to cock in your hand, completely hard and flushing a shade of red. His work attire was still on, and you just unbuttoned his pants enough so that only his dick was free. You had a thing for the work attire - you couldnt help it, he looked incredibly good in a suit.
In return, Nanami just rubs at his mouth, not denying it. Then he pets your hair, settling in his chair. "Okay, but I wont be mad if you grow uncomfortable."
You rolls your eyes at him, pressing your cheek against his cock. "You coddle me too much. I will not die from sucking dick, Kento."
He stays quiet at this, just silently brushing your hair back into his palms, holding it away from your face. It was polite, all things considering. You smile at him, while your tongue drags from the base of his cock to the tip.
You continue to prep yourself, licking and gently kissing the shaft, while Nanami watches in silence. Then, you put your mouth over him and begin to suckle the tip. A sigh is let out from the man, and he resists the urge to shut his eyes, wanting to watch the lewd sight.
Your head find a steady motion - bobbing up and down until you gag and pull off. He pretends that the sound doesnt turn him on, feeling bad that something uncomfortable for you sends blood rushing to his groin.
When you pull away, slightly panting, he rubs at your lips, now coated in saliva. "Are you okay?"
"You're doing it again, Kento. I am not a child - I've sucked other mens dick before."
He blinks at this, before frowning and forcing you back on his cock by your hair. But, when he heard your giggles from below, he realized quickly that you only said that to tease him. He sighs at that, shaking his head. "Do you like making me upset?"
You hum around his cock, letting drool purposefully fall from your mouth and down till it reached his balls - it was always bettter when it was sloppier, or so you have heard. But, you pull away quickly to answer him, tilting your head to the side so that you can continue to lick his shaft.
"Kinda fun to - you get this look in your eyes. Its weirdly sexy seeing you mad."
His non dominant hand goes back to caressing the skin on your face and his eyes soften. "I would never actually be mad at you."
You make eyecontact with him as you stick your tongue out and swirl it around the redden tip, ignoring the salty taste of pre. Then you give the head another kiss, pressing your nose against it. "I know. You're too soft around me. Its cute, I dont mind it."
"I'm glad," he breathes, and then he pauses, gulping, and looking away, "Then if you dont mind, can you go a little farther down? If its not too uncomfortable, of course."
You obey with little hesistation, mouth coming closer to the dark patch of hair on his lower abdomen. This time he groans out, and cant help but shut his eyes at the warm feeling of your throat. You try your best to focus, but seeing your lovers face contort with pleasure was too pretty to not watch.
His hips move from his chair, slightly bucking into your mouth like he couldnt control them. It makes a lewd noise in the back of your throat, and he groans hearing it. You continue your movements, and with each moment, his cock gets wetter from the amount of saliva coated on it.
Large, callused finger tips run over your neck, feeling the way his dick creates a small bulge, and he lets out a shaky breathe. "Fuck. Wow, you are something. Doing so well, thank you, thank you, fuck."
Tears are beggining to prick at your eyes from the lack of air, but still you try your best to nod at him, even if the action sends him groaning out again.
He was growing overheated from the whole thing, and you watch as he removes his tie and unbuttons the top part of his shirt. The sight makes you slightly moan, and it sends a vibration up Nanami's spine.
When you pull away for another breathe, he lets out a noise close to a whine, and you hold back a chuckle. "Looks whose the one eager now." You tease, and his cheeks pinken slightly as he looks away.
"You really treat me so well."
"You think I am good at sucking dick?"
A lewd way to put it, and Nanami wouldnt phrase it like that, but alas, he nods his head, before guiding you back onto his cock. You in return laugh, and immediately go back to work.
With each bob of your head, he gets more into it, now slightly pushing you down farther by your hair. You don't mind it, and Nanami begins to pant from the pleasure, deep and breathlessly. The sound only spurs you on.
It doesnt take much longer for his abdomen to tighten up, and the feeling of his orgasm to approach. You could tell he was close to coming, even without a warning from the way his grunts seem to grow louder. So you continue your pace, trying your best to hold out without a breathe until he cums down your throat.
But, to much of your suprise, he pulls you off from him by your hair. You try to protest, wanting him to cum in your mouth, but he simply grabs at his cock with his other hand and pumps it a couple of times before aiming it at your face.
Cum shoots out of the wet head, and you are forced to shut one of your eyes as the white liquid lands on your upper cheek and eyelid. The rest lands on a multitude of places on your face, causing you to squint your one opened eye. He groans the entirity of it, and so you let him cum all over your face, finding the noise cute.
But when he is done, you simply wipe off your eyes, leaving the rest for now, and blink up at him with a small frown. "You know it would be alot cleaner if you would have came down my throat."
Nanami just stares at you, eyes scanning your face. Then, you notice the tint of red that danced on his cheeks and ears. Your face lights up at the realization. "I knew you had some sort of kink. You're not as vanilla as I thought, Kento! Who would have thought cumming on my face would do it for you."
"You just look...so pretty like this." A laugh falls from your lips, as your eyes travel back to his cock that was beginning to harden again. Now, it was time for the real deal - you almost squeal in excitement as you drag him to the bedroom.
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romanticintheory · 6 months ago
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HI I JUST READ YOUR "SIMON BETRAY YOU" AND YOU KNOW WHATTTT IT HURTS SOO GOOD OMG THANKS FOR MAKING THATT SJWISHWBSHSJSBWJSBWBS
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and.. maybe can you write for a part two? pleaseee🥺
HIII TYSM IM SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED!!! here's a pt 2! i am very sick at the moment, though, so this might be a bunch of gibberish (i sincerely apologize if so). hope you like it <3
simon riley betrays you pt. 2
simon "ghost" riley x reader || pt. 1 || masterlist
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-miraculously, they let you go.
-you half expected someone to drag you out of the car with the barrel of a gun pressed against your temple with the intent to fire, but no. after a few excruciatingly long hours alone with your arms and legs bound, someone new came to cut your ties and let you loose.
-maybe they were just bad at their job, you thought. after all, why would they let you, essentially a witness, go free without any repercussions?
-a few years pass. you try to move on, but its impossible when your entire world was shattered in one night.
-you never heard back from your father since then, but that wasn't the thing that hurt the most. you couldn't go a single day without thinking about the sting of betrayal. any happy moment you had was spent comparing the time you felt that same feeling with him, before anything in the world was wrong to you.
-what's worse, there was something telling you that you shouldn't tell anyone about it even if you wanted to. a voice in your head kept telling you that maybe, maybe they're keeping you on a leash. maybe someone was watching you at this very moment ready to take you out the moment you spilled your experiences.
-in a way, your fears are confirmed when you meet simon again miles away from the last place you lived. you had moved for this exact reason; you never wanted to see his face for as long as you lived.
-it happens when you're walking alone in the street. you moved to this area specifically because you heard it was quieter and, more importantly, safer. but how much of that could you escape, really?
-your attacker approaches you as you're making your walk home from work, a kind of confidence on his face that makes the common individual want to roll their eyes.
-"what's a sweet thing like you doing out alone at night, huh?" he asks, his footsteps staggered like he's had one too many drinks.
-you give him the usual speel of, "oh, my friends are waiting for me... yeah, i've got a boyfriend. haha, i'm okay, no need to accompany me, thanks."
-your soft attempts at rejection only seem to agitate him, because next thing you know he's stepping toward you and putting a hand on your arm with a bone-crushing grip.
-"c'mon jus' let me-"
-his voice is cut off by the sound of a loud thud and the stranger's yelp of pain. it takes you a second, but you realize the defense on your behalf came from beside you.
-oh, thank god.
-you and your now injured attacker now adjust your gazes to sit on the silent newcomer. just like that, your settled sense of dread has come back and increased tenfold.
-there he was, with that stupid mask over his face and his hands curled into fists for preparation of what he was going to do next if the man didn't scurry off.
-"you'll leave," he says darkly under subtle pants, as if he ran before coming to your rescue. "if you know what's good for you."
-the stranger wastes no time in running off into the night, leaving you with your worst nightmare.
-for a while, you both stare at each other like you can't believe the other is real. it takes everything in you not to cry or beg him for answers. no, after everything you worked for, you're not going to throw away everything you built in the past few years to recover from him just to throw it all away now... right?
-"why are you here?" you ask coldly. "come to finish the job?"
-although your eyes were icy and your questions came with a rigid tone, there was genuine fear in your question. what if the soldier that untied you wasn't supposed to? what if you were supposed to be dead all those years ago?
-"no. never."
-even though he knows the reason why, his heart still hurts at the thought of you believing he'd just up and kill you like that.
-"really? that's rich," you scoff, except you're terrible at hiding the tremble in your breath and the tremors traveling through your body.
-spotting your growing fear, he scrambles for something, anything, to make you fear him less.
-"i was worried, that's all. after that night," he pauses, eventually deciding to skip the details of what he did to your father. "i didn't know where you went. thought i could just get over it, but i guess i just knew i needed to check in on you just in case."
-you resist the urge to roll you eyes. "right. you're back again to 'check in on me'? to come back and meddle in my life again?" you're struggling to keep your tears back as they form in your eyes. "you've already taken so much. how selfish can you be?"
-he stares at you for a moment before slipping his hand into his pocket and taking out a gold watch that belonged to your dad.
-"i'm sorry about your father, but you have to understand that he-"
-"not that, simon. it was never that," you push his hand away and the offer that came with it. his eyes became confused. "i mean you. it's always been you. you just come into my life telling me you love me, that you want to be with me so much and then just take that all away? and you never even bothered to tell me it was a lie, just let me get tied up by some stranger to be left alone and scared!"
-there's a new look in simon's eyes at your words, but it's hard to decipher them from behind the mask.
-"it wasn't a lie," he says slowly, lowering the hand with the watch in it back to his side.
-"oh, please." the trembling has not died down in the slightest. "i bet you're still mad that worker of yours took pity on me and let me leave before you could do anything about it. like i said, back to finish the job."
-your eyes are now trained on the ground. there was a conflicted feeling in your body at the moment. on one hand, this was the man that let you get tied up and left in a car while he "handled" your father. on the other, this was the man you loved. the one who was kind to your ever desire, who always understood you in ways you never knew possible.
-"i told them to let you go," he finally manages.
-"what?"
"i..." he hesitates. "i told my captain that if i was going to give them your father's location, they were to let you go no questions asked when the whole ordeal was over with." and it was true. he hated even imagining poor you, being interrogated by his colleagues in an isolated, barren room. you had been through enough.
-and even if you had been a part of your father's scheme, there was a part of simon that loved you too much to care (though he'd never admit it to himself).
-it was a good thing price trusted his judgment. he didn't know what he would've done had he said no.
-the tears are now streaming down your face and you can do nothing to stop it. it all felt like so much. you were so, so confused. if he did love you, why did you feel this way? how much of this could you trust?
-cautiously, he goes to wipe the tears away from your face, murmuring a quiet, "hate it when you cry." for a second, it was a familiar feeling. you felt like you were back in your shared flat with simon while having a breakdown over life's struggles. in moments like those, you never would have expectated that life's struggles could take the form of simon himself.
-you can't help but lean into his touch. maybe you were insane for allowing him to touch you like this, but you wanted nothing more than to let him into your life again. the resolve you worked so hard to build was crumbling away the longer you spent with him.
-"the reason it took so long for me to find you..." he's holding your face in his hands, now. "for so long, i thought i ought to leave you alone. i know i should. i wasn't lying about when i said i was worried if you were still alive, but," he swallows the lump in his throat before continuing. "i also miss you. 'nd i know, 's incredibly selfish of me after everything i've done to you, but i can't help it."
-one of his hands leaves your face to slide the mask and balaclava off his face. there he was again, his aged brown eyes and soft jawline, the sides of his face littered with small scars you still remember to this day.
-"i'll make it up to you," he whispers. "anything you ask, i'll answer. about my past, your father, anything. you ask me to get you something, i'll have it for you wrapped all nice 'nd pretty. hell, i'll get on my knees and pray to you if you order me to, love."
-it was like your nightmare turned into a fantasy, having him here begging for your forgiveness.
-"anything you want, i want to give to you. jus' let me be a little selfish, too."
-you bite your lip as you think it over. you know the correct answer would be a clear, hard no, but you can't bring yourself to do it. not after all those nights wishing he was encasing you in his arms again, whispering all the things he adored about you as you drifted off into sleep.
-as much as you shouldn't be believing him, you do.
-"...anything?" you ask hesitantly, and it takes everything in simon not to pull you in close and never let go.
-again. no, he needs to be sure he won't scare you off again.
-"anything," he promises, fingertips tracing the edge of your jawline.
-"okay," you agree, the tears finally having stopped flowing. happiness does not even begin to describe what simon was feeling. "for starters, you can walk me home."
-with the watch long forgotten and broken on the edge of the sidewalk, he holds your face for a bit longer before letting go. eventually, he offers his arm to you and you take it.
-there's a part of him that mourns the years lost that he could've had with you. maybe, if he came to you sooner, he wouldn't have to be so careful about being around you, now. but, no, these were the consequences of his actions.
-at the very least, you were still giving him a second chance, and he was intent on not fucking it up this time.
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gamblersdoll · 5 months ago
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an: this one may not be suitable for all readers
sometimes you were a nasty bitch. like, really, really a nasty bitch.
so nasty to where you tended to like being called a slut, some cockdrunk whore from down the street who loves big men.
so nasty to where you loved being spat on, a man so mean to you and pulling at your hair like handlebars. even when your black tears of mascara dripped down your face.
so nasty to where you had fantasies about your boss bending you over his desk and fucking into you for such a raise, it became a one time thing.
so nasty that youre fucking your best friends father. and not only that, your friends father knew you for so, so long.
you had came back from college, coming home for summer break and seeing all of your old friends from highschool. of course, you had to see your best friend, megumi.
megumi and you were tight, staying together as best friends since you were practically kids was the longest relationship youve ever even had. of course, there was ups and downs, but its reality.
you had came home only last week, settling in at megumis house because yours was full of people your sibling had over. you, knowing that megumi’s house was your second home, went there second.
and to your disappointment, megumi was staying at yuuji’s house for a bit. no biggie, you knew his father well enough. toji was more the quiet and speak when spoken to type. ever so rarely would he speak first, but when he did it was sometimes either sarcastic or serious.
“you can stay in megumi’s room, you know where its at.” he pointed, not facing you and only finding his shoes to go off to his gym for that couple of hours.
that was a mere day ago when that was said.
sometimes toji did want to just ramble, so every now and again, hed just start a conversation with you when both are in the kitchen.
“yeah, megumi’s mother and i had divorced a couple of years ago. it was stressful, to say. but sometimes that just happens.” he vented, not seeming too fazed by it. he was somewhat right, marriages did come with divorce too, but its all about the persons.
“im sorry to hear.” you mumble, fingers tapping on the mason jar. “on a brighter note! how have you been this week?” you try to change subject, usually being great at this.
“ive been good.” he blankly says back, washing whatever dishes could be in the sink and occasionally looking at you. god, youve grown up so much— and fast too. he remembers when you were just barely moving here and you befriending megumi.
was it wrong that he was looking at his sons friend like this? maybe. and was it wrong you were somewhat looking at his print too? definitely.
that was almost four days ago when that was said.
you both were more open to conversations, both bored and of course megumi was coming over any time soon. so what harm was in having a conversation with his father?
“im glad you passed, youve always been great with color guard.” he praises, a small smile until he involuntarily licks at his scar.
things like that could make a girl hot and bothered. no, thats wrong. thats nasty.
but you could feel his lingering eyes on your grown up body, seeing the curves you developed and the pretty ass thighs you got from the slight athleticism. youre shaped so good, could make a grown man hot and bothered.
“you know..” he trails off, finally peeling his eyes from you and then staring at his phone again.
the relationship between you two spirals, soft touches that can be seen as innocent, but only you two know what either of your actions mean. and because of toji having to be a single dad at some point, his cooking could speak volumes. volumes that you could fuck him good with.
that was a week ago.
you were really some nasty bitch that was hidden with your face and mouth.
telling by the way you sat back, legs spread wide and toji having his face in your cunt.
“how the fuck do you taste even sweeter when i go back for it..?” he growls the question, hands supporting under your thighs to keep them apart. “so fucking wet.”
your moans vibrated in your throat, fingers in his hair and tugging so tight when he gets that good spot on your clit. the spot that makes you snap your legs closed and had you cross eyed.
he chuckles meanly, tongue flicking at your clit and he spitting the arousal mixed fluids back onto you.
until he hears a door open, him stopping and putting a hand over your mouth. he glares at you for a second, “hush.” he says.
“dad!?” megumi yells through the house, your heart stopping and nervous.
“yeah? what you doin home so early?” he yells back, his thumb giving small circles on your clit. he listens to megumi, then smiling evilly and chuckling. “well, just came home from gym so im showerin’!”
words exchanged, he goes back to laughing a bit. you couldnt find this funny, what if he catches you both and tells everyone?
“what are you freaking out about?” he looks and asks, dumbfounded face apparent.
“what about megumi, your ex wife finding out?” you whisper shout, nerves bad and jittery.
“well, they was gonna have to find out, somehow.” he shrugs, eyes lowering to you and. hell no, you couldnt risk that.
you start to gather your clothes, or at least attempt to. “mm–no you dont, come here.” he softly says, hands on your hips and face going back to your clit. “oh, im going to have so much fucking fun with you.”
you bite your lip, eyes squeezed shut when he goes back to slurping your clit and tugging at his hair. “toji, what if i get too loud?” you try to say, almost cut off by a moan.
“i dont fuckin’ care.” he says quick, pulling himself away from your clit. he looks to your panties, grabbing the pair and shoving them in your mouth. “you are the one who has to be quiet.”
you moan soft, toes feeling like to cramp because of the hard curls. “you have a choice to make.” he says in between sucks and slurps. “either you can stay here.. cunt open, legs spread wide–“ he says, but pulls you back in when you squirm, “aht aht, dont you go anywhere.” he says, kissing your clit and sucking while his tongue goes in and out of your walls.
“either you can stay here, cunt open.. legs spread wide.” he repeats, he kissing your clit and labia. “and cum on my fucking tongue..” he starts again, “or you can make me stop.” he goes for your nipple, fingers pinching at the bud, “ill pull my tongue out of your cunt..”
“and you can put your clothes back on and pretend like nothing happened.” he says mouthful of pussy, hand’s massaging your thighs.
he pulls away, looking up at you. “whaddaya’ want?” he asks, chin and nose glossy from spit and cum.
you try to pull his head back down, him being awfully stronger than you and he laughing. “thats my good girl.” he laughs again, leaning up to kiss you. a growl forms, “fuck!” he says in anticipation.
“dad? you good?” megumi shouts out, concern but uninterested as well.
“yeah, slammed my toe.” toji shouts back, mental focus back to your cunny and his eyes rolling back from the sensory overload. megumi doesnt show back, both of you hearing him leave the house and car cranking up.
“get on your belly.” he says, yanking the panties from your mouth and flipping you over. you chirp, ass getting goosebumps from the exposed air hitting it.
“gunna fill your belly with my hot fucking cum.”
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the-modern-typewriter · 7 months ago
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im so obsessed with the touchstarved hero thing that you did ive read it more than 20 times, a very normal amount yes, would you ever think of writing another touchstarved prompt or even a touchstarved villain one? thank you so much for your work
"I don't mind."
"Hm?" The protagonist looked up, brow furrowing.
"I don't mind when you touch me," the villain said. "That is - it's not horrific."
"Well, I'm glad I wasn't horrific. Life goals."
The villain shot them a look.
The protagonist smiled despite themselves. It was too easy to feel lulled, brain at ease for the first time in far too long, buzzing with all the good endorphins. Intimacy. Closeness. It was impossible to dwell on the danger, for as surely as there was attraction, there was danger.
They leaned in, slowly enough to clearly telegraph their intentions, and pressed a kiss to the villain's chest. Half teasing. Half something infinitely more dangerous, like genuine affection for the terrible idea sprawled beneath them.
The villain held their gaze. They almost even smiled back. They tangled their fingers into the protagonist's hair instead, but didn't tug them away. They let the protagonist settle even closer than before, head against their beating chest.
The protagonist was starting to understand that meant something too.
"It's merely that people don't do it very often," the villain said, voice clipped, carefully controlled. "Touch me, I mean. Or when they do, it's with the sort of casual presumption that makes me want to rip their hands off. You do not presume."
"Well, you did look ready to rip my hands off once or twice." They knew what the villain meant though. When the protagonist had touched suddenly, unexpectedly, it had been less about trying to control the villain and more just needing something to hold onto as the villain kissed them stupid. Instinct. Desire. Need. The villain had known that, hadn't they? "But you're welcome. I mean, any time."
The villain nodded. Once. Curt - uncomfortable, perhaps, with such an open and vulnerable emotion. They cleared their throat.
The protagonist felt another stupid swell of warmth. They could hear the villain's heartbeat slowing beneath their ear, trusting, and it felt like yet another giddy thrill for the day. A complicated and tentative privilege.
They lay together, in their stolen moment of illicit peace.
"Besides," the villain broke the silence after a while. "Next time, I can always ziptie your hands to the bed posts."
"Next time?" The protagonist's heart skipped.
The villain shrugged. "You like touching. You'd look adorable begging for it. I think I'd like to see that."
The protagonist was sure they'd gone all wide-eyed again, flushed and flustered, because that time the villain definitely smiled. They hesitated, then tugged the protagonist's hair.
"Come back here so I can kiss you again," the villain said.
The protagonist obliged, even as their brain whirled through all the villain had said.
How long had it been since someone touched the villain like this? Since the villain let themselves be touched? It was clearly something they craved, enjoyed, just as clearly as it was something more complicated than that too.
They stopped thinking as the kiss deepened. They drew themselves a little closer still, ever-mindful of where they put their hands, and only more conscious now because of that of the way the villain's body responded beneath them. The shiver of breath. The thud of their heart. The way the villain pressed in, only to pull back again, like a starved creature that could only sustain itself in small increments before it became too much.
It was intoxicating. It felt just a little like power. A good, perfect, brilliant sort of power.
As they broke apart, the villain studied them for another long moment, expression unreadable, but eyes almost soft.
"Come on," the villain murmured. "Play time's over. Let's go."
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xodarling · 9 months ago
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I have really bad brainworms for Stelle.. Perhaps overstimulation (or edging, whichever you prefer) for her? I'd like to think that there are two options for her. Either she doesn't know how any of this works which leaves room for corruption, or she does know and enjoys every second of it
Sexual training - xodarling
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includes: sub!stelle, innocent!stelle, fem!reader, strap on, lowercase writing, usage of y/n, corruption kink, overstimulation, edging, established relationship, pet names (puppy, baby), pet play lil bit, u have boobis, needy!stelle, praise, g!p stelle, reverse size kink, accidental orgasms
a/n: why not both😜😜😜 also im really sorry this is so late
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at this hour, most of the astral express is asleep, probably for the next twenty four hours knowing how little sleep all of them get; it’s very hard doing this job. except for you and your lovely puppy-like girlfriend, stelle.
“a-ah..! p-please, please..!” she whines out with her adorable husky voice, you giggle softly in response, “poor baby..” you coo. stelle originally knocked on your door right when you were about to fall asleep with a pout on her face and glassy eyes, and her pajama pants had a very noticeable bulge.
she whined and complained about how her stomach felt weird and how her ‘private’ was bigger and felt stiff! you and stelle have been dating for just a month but it wasn’t rocket science to see the tall girl was naïve to most things sexual.
you told her that you knew what was happening and would help out your girlfriend, her face brightened and her tail would’ve started wagging if she had one. now, you’re here. stelle laying flat on your bed, her gray hair all fluffy and a mess, flushed cheeks, and her very endowed penis flopping against her stomach and yours.
“o-oh..! ssho good..!” she slurs out, tightly clutching the pillow she’s resting on and burying her face into it. you chuckle again and start to plow your strap in faster, your hips slapping against her ass, “feels good? i’m glad, baby, only the best for my puppy.” you coo and pump her behemoth cock with your hand.
her tip is desperately leaking pre-cum. by the looks of it, stelle probably never had an orgasm in her life. with one specific angle change, stelle moans and arches her back, her hand start to fling everywhere as she desperately looks for something to cling on to; she settles for your smaller hands resting on her waist.
“there it is. you’re doing amazing, baby.” your gentle tone warms up stelle’s heart and her face gets even redder, “it’s.. so hot. n’ soo good..” she moves her hips to meet yours in a desperate attempt for more pleasure, “i know, puppy, it’s okay, i’m here.” your gently hold both of her hands as you aggressively fuck her ass.
“it feelss.. so weird..! something.. o-oh..!” she whines, her kicking her feet as the unfamiliar feeling of an orgasm starts to approach. before stelle could hit that euphoric feeling, you pull the silicone toy out, softly giggling as she whines and clenches down on nothing.
“poor baby..” you coo, immediately slamming in and continuing your pounding. stelle lets out a whine and arches her back again, seeing the large trailblazer being reduced to a whiny, flustered mess is so exhilarating. the tip of your large cock hits spots inside of stelle that she didn’t know existed, she won’t be able to live without your cock anymore, she knows that.
stelle clenches her jaw and squeezes her eyes, she’s gonna cum again and fast, more whines leaves her throat and then you stop again. stelle squirms and kicks her feet in dissatisfaction, thumping your fluffy mattress, “no complaining.” you gently scold her and she shuts up.
her large hands scramble up to your chest when you accelerate once more, groping the fat of your tits as you wreck her insides. her large, calloused fingers flick and tug at your nipples, hoping to keep the last bit of sanity she has left. your smaller fingers dig into her hips and you bite your lip, making your pace go from fast to impossibly faster.
stelle aggressively smacks your tits, wordlessly telling you that that weird feeling is coming back, “hold it.” you grunt out, sweat trailing down your forehead, “i-i don’ nggh.. know how..!” she whines, her grip on your breasts tightens which makes you hiss in pain. her dick flops around, because your force, because she’s moving it herself, you don’t know, her eyes are screwed shut as she tries to ‘hold in’ this feeling.
the tip of your silicone cock hits her spongy spot again and again, her hands detach from your bust and scramble around your fluffy bed. stelle may be naive but she’s not stupid, kinda, she tries her absolute hardest to think of anything else while you force her walls into your shape. it doesn’t work, she tries thinking of anything, like the way oleg’s bones cracked one time while she walked with him; anything that’s not this!
it doesn’t work. stelle feels something climb up her shaft and fast, her moans rise in pitch and dull nails sink into your bedsheets. her hips buck three times and then she lets out a deafening moan, coating you, the bed, and herself all in her cum. stelle’s eyes completely roll back and a dopey smile appears on her lips, what a feeling, she’s addicted now. months of built up sperm exploding out of her tip.
to say you’re disappointed is an understatement, you told stelle to hold it and look what happened! her cum is everywhere! but you can’t stay mad at your puppy for too long. your hand wraps around her cock again and your hips don’t relent, “what did i tell you, baby?” you gently ask, “..h-hold.. itt..” she slurs back, drool leaving her mouth a little, “..i-i’m.. shorry..”
the orgasmic rush slowly fades away but your shaft doesn’t stop shaping stelle’s walls, she squirms and whines, her tip no longer leaking her hot cum and instead red and throbbing with overstimulation. if you could, you’d bend her in half and pound away but she’s too big, you settle for just pounding.
she shakes her head and makes her gray hair so much fluffier, it’s adorable. her ass contracts around your plastic shaft, the lube that you rubbed all over her hole slushes in reaction. stelle whines and sticks her tongue out, making her pant like a tiny little puppy. her orgasm already faded away and now it’s just a burning feeling of overstimulation.
“you look so fucking sexy, stelle.” you chuckle and wrap your hand around her cock again, aggressively pumping her large and stiff dick. her cock throbs in pleasure, “n-no.. it f-feels weird..!” she slurs, looking up at you with big, glassy golden eyes. or, at least she tries, the never ending pleasure makes her groan and throw her head back each time.
the onslaught of pounds into stelle’s hole made her feel something that she didn’t know was humanly possible, something that made her float and the surroundings around her become blurry and spin. her legs were in the air and kicked with each prod at her spot as well as a scratchy yelp. wet slush sounds and her moans bounce off the walls of your room, probably being heard outside in the hallway.
your pace intensified, becoming more and more frantic as stelle’s core began to tighten again. her body shook violently with each powerful thrust of the strap, making stelle let out a symphony of whimpers as well as slaps from both of your flesh on the others. “oh g-god..! a-again..!” stelle screamed out, the pleasure was too much, her tip was burning and the heavy cum in her balls was ready to explode once more.
“y-yeah?” you ask and she responds with a nod and whine. honestly, your hips burn and you’re getting really tired so this was fantastic for you. with renewed vigor and determination, you somehow go faster, to the point where you have to bite your lip because of your aggression. stelle kicks her feet again, her golden orbs are rolled back showing the whites of her eyes.
there’s sweat dripping down your forehead and some on your upper lip, this is one extremely intense workout out. stelle’s doing no better either, she’s also sweating so much to the point where your sheets are a little damp, which would be disgusting if you the two of you weren’t fucking like animals.
suddenly, it happens. stelle screams as the orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, her entire body convulsed spasmodically, and she cried out as she released that tight knot. cum erupts from her swollen, red tip onto her abdomen and yours, some on both of your breasts, and even her hair got touched with sticky, white fluid.
your hips don’t stop until her behemoth cock stops spewing out her sperm, hands tightly gripping her hips and then releasing once you stop. breathing heavily, stelle’s body goes limp, her knees feel weak and unsteady, until the addicting pleasure fades away. not to disturb her, you pull the large toy out very carefully, the lubricant still staying on the toy and her ass.
after a moment, stelle speaks, “t-that was.. insane. w-what did you to me? i never.. felt like that before.” she utters being heavy pants, “don’t worry, puppy.” you coo, “just relax, don’t think.”. stelle listens and closes her eyes, enjoying and fully taking in the aftermath of your fucking.
gingerly, you unharness the strap around your waist and place it down the soft mattress. stelle seems unaware of your movement as you crawl all the way up to her head and shift around so your cunt is hovering over her blissful face. she feels something drip onto her chin and when she opens her eyes, her eyes widen.
her mouth opens to question but you shush her. “shh, i know this is selfish, baby, but i worked so hard to please you. don’t you wanna do the same for me?” and, of course, like the loyal puppy she is, she nods yes.
“i’ll teach you, stelle, just think of it as training!” you happily said, your nails massaging her scalp and your nether area lowering onto her lower face.
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carmenberzattosgf · 10 months ago
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please expand on the cockwarming thing im CURIOUS
I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED ANON!!! Biggest shout out to @hrryshoney for helping me flesh out this idea ily
Warnings: cockwarming and consensual somno under the cut!
I think Carmen is low key obsessed with cock warming. The feeling of you wrapped around him– he could spent HOURS in your cunt.
If he’s in his office late working? He’s going to ask you to sit on his cock until he’s done with paperwork. It’s almost routine. You take off your pants, pull your underwear to the side, and sink down onto his cock. You bury your face in his neck while you try not to squirm around him. Oh and he’s quick to correct you if you do squirm a bit too much. “Be a good girl and stay still.” If you’re misbehaving, he’ll even hold you hips still with his strong hands.
I just think he loves behind inside of you. He loves being close to you at all times. You two could be sitting on the couch watching tv and he would call you over to sit on his lap. Sometimes… this ends with him fucking you hard on the couch, but other times it’s just so he can hold you and feel close to you.
Now for the idea that has been giving me serious brain rot. You brought it up to Carmy that you would be okay with him using you in your sleep. He’s hesitant as hell about it. He’s scared he’ll hurt you or make you uncomfortable. You reassure him that you’re okay with it, but Carmy just kinda keeps it in the back of his head for awhile.
That is until he gets back really really late one night from work. He spent an extra few hours in the kitchen working on some new recipes. He’s been thinking about you all day, and missing you all day. He’s not surprised when he gets home and finds you asleep. It’s nearing two am.
After he takes a quick shower and changes into some different clothes, he heads to bed. He pulls back the covers fully expecting to just lay down and crash, until he sees you. You’re in one of his favorite T-shirts and nothing else.
But, Carmy still being Carmy, is anxious about trying the somno thing, so he crawls into bed with you, trying to ignore his hard cock. He’s almost asleep when he hears you whimper. It takes him hearing a few more whines leave your throat, and your ass grinding into him before he realizes you’re having a wet dream.
Carmen cannot take it anymore; his self restraint collapsing in an instant. He kicks off his boxers before lining his hard cock up to your entrance and slowly sinks into you. Your cunt is so wet and warm around him he has to fight back moans so he doesn’t wake you up. You’re still asleep when he bottoms out.
He wraps his arms around your waist and settles into you. The sound of your moans picks back up again as you shift on his cock in your sleep. Your eyes flutter open, lazy with sleep. “Carm-“ your voice whines out. You can’t really think of a full sentence. All you know is that Carmy is deep inside of you and has his arms wrapped around you.
He speaks, voice soothing as one of his hands goes down to steady your hips. “Shhh baby. Go back to sleep, just needed you to keep me warm. I’ve got you sweetheart, go to sleep.”
And with that you fall asleep in Carmy’s arms and sleep better than you ever have before. When you wake up… he is still inside you… and very hot morning sex likely occurs
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vizslasaber · 6 months ago
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UNDERSTANDING ──── echo.
summary: in the middle of the night, echo finds you, hurt and exhausted and in need of an apology.
pairing: arc trooper echo x reader
word count: 1.6k
warnings: none! just a sprinkling of angst and grief.
a/n: i love echo so much & im so glad he’s okay as of the finale!! this takes place sometime around the early seasons, but after the season 1 episode “cornered.” also, i listened to waves by chloe moriondo while writing this!
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You’re not sure what to think of Echo.
Most of the time, he’s quiet. When he does speak, it’s usually to enforce a rule, remind the group of their current plan, or to keep Wrecker in check. You’ve seen his softer side, with Omega and occasionally his brothers, and it’s rare but honestly endearing.
The thing about him that most irks you, however, is that he never wants to seem to interact with you.
Officially, Hunter is the group leader; ever since Clone Force 99 accepted you into their squad, that much has been clear. You’re the only non-clone—or “natborn” as the others refer to you—living on the Marauder. It’s been several months since you saved Omega from bounty hunters on your home planet of Pantora, and now, you’re as much a part of the Bad Batch as anyone else.
Except, you’re not a batcher. Not really.
Despite how much you care for your squadmates, it’s easy to feel separated from them at times. Easy to feel different. Most of the others have picked up on this by now, and often go to great lengths to make you feel like one of them.
Not Echo, though. He seems—wary of you, almost, and you’re not sure why. Once, you brought it up to Tech, who simply waved you off with one of his shrewd, knowledge-filled comments. “You are new here, you know. Some people are simply slower to open up than others.”
You, however, know that’s not the case. You’ve seen Echo with his brothers, and with Omega. He can be kind, and funny, and even angry. But to you… to you, he’s nothing but quiet.
For some time, you tried your hardest to be yourself around him—to crack your usual sarcastic jokes at his expense, to be friendly, like you are with the others. But the constant avoidance and clipped answers leave you increasingly confused and hurt.
So you withdrew from him, too.
It still bothers you, sometimes. But you’ve learned to brush it off.
Now, you sit in the cockpit, feet resting against the control panel. A ration bar—one of the good ones—rests in your hand. Every so often, as you watch the blue glow of hyperspace streak past the viewport, you take a bite of the ration bar.
You’re on first watch. Someone has to stay in the cockpit to oversee the ship’s journey back to Ord Mantell—and, since you still can’t fall asleep in hyperspace, you keep volunteering for the job. The cockpit is mostly dark. All the lights are off, and the viewport is dimmed. Anything brighter reminds you of how sleep-deprived you are, and so you’re content to sit in the blue gloom.
Leaning your head against the headrest of the pilot’s chair, you close your eyes. Your entire body feels heavy with exhaustion, but every time you try to drift off, the rumbling of the ship’s hyperdrive jerks you awake.
The sound of footsteps startles you. You open your eyes, leaning around the back of the chair to inspect what little part of the ship’s corridor you can see. You can hear the sounds of someone moving around by the small common area, but you can’t tell who it is.
Tech’s probably experimenting again, you think wryly, and settle back into your comfortable position.
Soon, though, the footsteps grow closer. Someone enters the cockpit with a tired sigh, placing something on one of the chairs nearer to the door. It sort of sounds like Hunter, but with the similarity between everyone’s voices, you can’t be sure.
The footsteps halt suddenly. You look up to find honey-coloured eyes surveying you with apprehension. In the dim light, awash with blue, you register the glint of a cybernetic headpiece.
“Oh,” you say, blinking up at Echo, “hi.”
Echo only grunts.
You frown, looking down at your hands, at your half-eaten ration bar. “It’s late,” you say quietly. “You, um—you should get some rest.”
When Echo answers, you don’t look up. He says, voice low and gravelly with sleep, “I slept for a couple hours.”
Slowly, you nod, fiddling with the foil wrapper of the ration bar. The cockpit falls silent; you wait for Echo to leave, but he stays still, his shadow falling over your tired frame.
You want to ask why he’s still here. You want to be rude, to ask him to leave so you can have some peace and quiet. But truthfully, he isn’t saying anything, or causing any disturbances, so instead you hold up your unfinished ration bar. “You want a bite?”
Echo blinks. It seems to take him a moment to process your question. Then, to your faint surprise, he nods. “Thank you,” he says as you hand him the ration bar wordlessly.
It’s a peace offering, of sorts.
He sits in the co-pilot’s chair and takes a hesitant bite, chewing slowly. You see his expression brighten—probably at the realization that this is one of the good ration bars, the kind that Hunter always says not to hog—then return to his usual neutral one.
You watch as he swallows. He hands you back the bar, holding out his hand, but you don’t take it.
“Why… why are you here?” you ask quietly.
As soon as the words leave your mouth, Echo drops his arm and breaks eye contact, looking almost embarrassed. Or maybe even ashamed.
Still, you wait for his answer. Several long, painful seconds pass before he says anything. When he speaks, it’s like he’s forcing out the words.
“I wanted to—” he pauses. His flesh hand fiddles with his metal one. “I wanted to apologize.”
You feel your breath hitch. Staring, you try not to gape. “What?” you say, whispering without meaning to. “I don’t—”
“I’ve been horrible to you,” Echo continues, voice steadier. “I didn’t mean to be so… withdrawn. I didn’t realize I was doing it. I… I hope you can forgive me.”
Instead of acknowledging his apology, you bite the inside of your cheek with uncertainty, then cross your arms over your chest. One of the others must have put him up to this. Probably Omega, or perhaps Hunter. Raising an eyebrow, you ask, “Who sent you?”
“No one!” Echo replies hurriedly, then presses his lips into a thin line. “I mean, Hunter told me that you—he said that—” He sighs. “I didn’t realize it on my own. But I came because I wanted to.”
You blink, cursing yourself when you feel your eyes sting. With a start, you realize that this is the most Echo has said to you since you joined the squad.
Taking in a breath, you wring your hands anxiously. “I just… I just don’t understand why.” You shrug. “You’re not the same with me. Not like how you are with the others.”
Echo swallows. “It’s not—”
“I just want to know what I did wrong.”
At that, Echo falls silent. Guilt permeates the air, enough that you can feel it.
“Hey,” Echo says, kinder than you’ve ever heard him. “Look at me.”
You do. His eyes, like lava, or maybe liquid gold, bore into you. It almost hurts to look.
“This,” he continues, gesturing to the space between you, “is not your fault.”
Against your will, a lone tear slips down your cheek. “So whose fault is it?” you whisper, barely loud enough to be heard over the ship’s engine
It’s obvious from the look on Echo’s face that he’s thinking of something—or someone—specific. Despite how much you want to, you don’t push.
You just wait.
“It’s my brother,” Echo finally murmurs, and you raise your eyebrows, quickly cycling through the rest of your squad. Hunter, Wrecker, Tech… maybe Crosshair? You can’t think what any of them, even the one who’s no longer a member of your group, have to do with you.
“Your... brother,” you repeat dumbly.
“Yes.” Echo nods. “Fives.”
Oh. A fellow soldier, then. Probably from before the war ended… and probably long dead.
Drawing in a shaky breath, you hastily wipe your cheek with your sleeve. “What—what about him?”
“You…” Echo shakes his head, then lets out a humourless chuckle as he turns to look at the viewport, at the swirling blues and whites and greys of hyperspace. When he speaks again, his voice is barely above a whisper. “You remind me of him.”
You blink.
Truthfully, you have no idea what to say to that. Luckily, Echo continues, saving you from having to come up with an answer.
“Your sense of humour, I mean. The sarcasm, the jokes.” He shrugs, and the light from the viewport catches on his cybernetic headpiece, glinting in the otherwise dim cockpit. “And… and the way you know people.”
“‘Know people’?” you echo, confused. “I’m not following.”
“You understand people,” Echo says, and finally looks at you again, eyes impossibly sad. “Somehow, without ever having experienced what others have gone through, you understand their pain—and you feel it with them.” He closes his eyes for a brief moment, then opens them again. “Fives used to do that too.”
And suddenly, as though a switch inside you has been flipped, it all makes sense. “And that’s why you’ve been avoiding me,” you realize, and Echo winces. “Because I remind you of him.”
“See?” The barest hint of a smile graces his lips. “You’re doing it now. And you’re not even trying.”
“I guess I never thought about it like that.”
“I’m sorry for everything,” Echo says. “I am. It just…”
“Hurts,” you finish, and Echo blinks, surprised. You smile softly. “I know you too, you know.” Reaching out, you take his flesh hand, gently prying it open and taking the ration bar. As Echo watches, you split the remaining piece in half and hand one to him. “And for what it’s worth—I forgive you.”
The shadows colouring Echo’s face suddenly seem lighter. He smiles, then—really smiles.
You take a bite of the ration bar and smile back.
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clarisse0o · 3 months ago
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Camp Wiegman-Part 39
Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle
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Alternative Universe : Military School
Words : 5k
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Saturday, January 16th; 1:00 PM - Lucy's Room
I've been awake for a good ten minutes, but I don't dare move. I'm so comfortably settled, but more importantly, I'm afraid of waking Lucy, who is holding me firmly against her. The only thing that could make me move is my incessant headache. And yet, I'm still lying here... I'm savoring this rare moment that I might never experience again. I take in the perfection of her face and her relaxed features, which make her look so innocent. It's as if I'm her big teddy bear. The only regret I have is not being able to admire her stunning emerald eyes. Mine start to close when I feel her stir. The last thing I want is for her to catch me watching her. Her hand, which I realize is under my t-shirt, slowly withdraws after gently caressing my spine. My body betrays me, sending a thousand shivers through me. I pretend to wake up, burrowing into her chest to hide my face. I blink my eyes before lifting my head to meet the gaze of the eyes I've longed for. Their piercing effect makes me melt even more. She immediately lets go of me, as if holding me like that would break some forbidden rule. I make sure to hide my disappointed expression.
"Good morning..."
"Hi," she replies.
"Can you free my leg, please? I’d like to get up."
I tighten my legs slightly around hers when I realize I'm actually holding her back without meaning to.
"Can’t we stay like this a little longer?" I ask, burying my face in her neck.
"No," she sighs.
"Please," I groan.
"I said no," she says firmly, pulling her foot out of my grasp with a sharp movement.
"What's wrong?" I mumble.
"The problem is you're getting used to things I don't want," she says, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I need to get up. You probably have a headache to deal with."
I groan, letting my body, which had been resting on hers, fall onto the warm mattress. My headache is far from my biggest concern at the moment. At least I got to enjoy her arms until she woke up. She gets up, leaving me behind without a hint of regret.
"You didn’t seem to mind sharing your bed last night..."
The reaction I wanted has its effect. She freezes just as she’s about to leave the room. I bite my lip to stifle a smile. I'm glad the alcohol didn't take away that memory. She seems to know exactly what I'm talking about, judging by her response.
"Sorry. It was inappropriate of me. I wouldn’t have done anything like that if I were sober."
"The easy excuse..."
"A valid excuse. I can't handle alcohol at all," she retorts.
"If you say so..." I mumble. "Good Lord, it’s one o’clock," I laugh, changing the subject.
"Really?" she says, surprised. "The last time I woke up at this hour, I was your age."
"Yep, you’re old now."
I tease her as I slide my hands under her pillow to hug it. I recognize Lucy's scent on it. It's almost a substitute for her absence. Almost.
"If you say so," she shrugs. "Are you hungry?"
"A little," I admit.
"I'll make us something and see if the girls are already awake. Don't take too long, please."
"Mm-hmm."
I bury my head in her pillow right after. My response must not have pleased her because she turns around to open the shutters. I groan as daylight floods the room. Even with gray clouds, it's hard for me to adjust to so much light all at once.
"At least now I'm sure you won't fall back asleep."
I watch her leave the room with a proud smile on her lips. I wait for the door to close before groaning into the pillow. I'll never tire of waking up next to her, but this morning feels different. She seemed to be distancing herself. I hope it was just my imagination. For now, the most important thing is that she doesn't discover my feelings for her. I risk losing her for good. A perfect woman like her could never be interested in someone like me. I'm a magnet for trouble. After a moment of reflection, I decide to get out of bed. I immediately miss the warmth, and I understand why when I see my bare thighs. Damn. This outfit shouldn’t bother me since I often sleep this way, but knowing I spent the night like this with Lucy makes my cheeks heat up.
"Damn... What kind of mess am I getting myself into again..."
I rummage through her closet to find something to cover my legs. The first thing I find is a pair of sweatpants that will do just fine. As I turn around, I stop for a moment, noticing my suitcase at the foot of the bed. I thought I had left it on the other side. I shrug and head to the living room.
"The girls aren’t awake yet?" I ask when I see Lucy alone.
"They’re already gone."
I raise an eyebrow at the sticky note she hands me. I can't believe it. They're both out in the city. My best friend, who came to spend the weekend with me, is out with a girl she’s only seen twice... I can hardly believe it.
"Nice sweatpants," she snaps me out of my thoughts.
"Oh, um... I helped myself. I didn't see my suitcase."
"No worries," she chuckles. "They suit you well. Here, I made this for you."
"Thanks."
I down the glass of orange juice in one go to swallow the pill she had prepared for me. Lucy watches me with amusement. She pours me another glass at my request before returning to the stove.
"What are you cooking?" I ask, looking over her shoulder.
"Pancakes. Can you make your hot chocolate and my coffee?"
"Sure. How do you take your coffee? Black?"
"Yeah, no sugar, no milk."
"You drink it straight? Yuck," I grimace.
"Indeed. It's better that way."
"Gross."
Lucy laughs at me. I get to work, making our hot drinks one by one.
"Luce?"
"Yeah?"
"Where's the cocoa?"
"In the cupboard," she says, pointing it out to me.
"Thanks."
I grab the box to scoop two spoonfuls of cocoa into my mug, then bring everything to the table where our plates are already set. I sit down since I have nothing else to do.
"Do you want to do something this afternoon?" she asks me.
"I don't know," I shrug. "What if the girls come back before we do?"
"I doubt it," she chuckles. "Do you want to go out?"
"For what?"
"I might have an idea," she smiles mischievously.
"Okay. It can only be good."
She joins me with a plate full of pancakes, which she sets in the middle of the table. I grab one before she even sits down.
"Are you that hungry?" she giggles.
"Don't tease me. Everyone has their own post-party effects. Mine is eating a lot. Anyway," I say, clearing my throat. "So, I was wondering if you knew that Mapi and Ingrid have been texting?"
"I found out yesterday," she shrugs. "Does it bother you?"
"No, no... Well... Never mind."
"Tell me."
"There's nothing to say... Just that it's surprising."
"I don't think so. They're made to get along."
"Hmm... Do you know if... I mean, is Ingrid a lesbian? Or maybe bi?"
« She's only had relationships with girls before," she replies simply.
I nod as I spread Nutella on my pancake. Maybe Mapi does have a chance with Ingrid after all. I hope so. She deserves to be happy, even if it means getting involved with my school instructor.
- Are you jealous that she might be seeing someone else?
I look up to see Lucy with an unusually serious expression. I shake my head. No, I don't feel jealousy. It's something else, but I can't quite put my finger on it. Mostly, I feel concerned for her. What I want more than anything is for her to find the happiness she deserves.
- No. Mapi told me she likes Ingrid. I'm just checking, that's all.
- They're both adults; they can handle their relationship, she says with a shrug.
- Did Ingrid talk to you about it too?
- Yeah, and it seems the feeling is mutual.
- Oh my God, I laugh. What is all this going to turn into?
- A total disaster.
We laugh heartily. I'm relieved to know I'm not the only one who thinks so. Maybe she planned to see Ingrid instead of coming to spend the weekend with me. I'll definitely have to ask her about that.
- Want to taste?
I look up to see her offering me her cup of coffee.
- No, thanks.
- Come on, do it for me, taste it, she insists. You promised you'd try it once. You can even add milk or sugar if you want.
- Fine. Just this once, then.
I take the cup and breathe in the scent, which isn't as unpleasant as I expected. I take a deep breath before sipping. The effect is immediate. I spit out the second sip onto the table as Lucy bursts out laughing. She immediately gets up to grab some paper towels.
- Disgusting!
- You're overreacting, she laughs.
She wipes up the mess on the table before I can help.
- Let me see.
I obey, feeling my cheeks heat up as she dabs at my chin where the coffee must have dripped. Her smile widens, clearly amused by my obvious embarrassment.
- First coffee experience: memorable, she comments. I'll make you try a different one next time.
- No thanks, I grimace. This time was already too much.
- I promise it'll be better than this one.
- We'll see.
- It's already decided. I know you'll do it.
I stick my tongue out at her in response. It's certain that I'll give in if she pushes a little, but she doesn't need to know that. She ruffles my hair and retrieves her cup, finishing it in one gulp. She heads off to dispose of the used paper towels. I finish my own cup and glance over at Lucy. She's just opened the sliding door, letting a blast of cold air into the room. I'm glad I put on sweatpants. She steps out onto the terrace for a few seconds before coming back inside. She smiles when she notices me watching her.
- Are you done?
- Um, yeah… I reply, eyeing her curiously. What are you planning to do?
- I want to clean up after last night's party. You can go take your shower.
- I'd like to help, I insist.
- It's not necessary. I'm just going to mop and everything.
- At least let me clear the table, I negotiate, already starting to do so.
She shrugs, conceding defeat. I load the dishwasher while she clears the toppings. Once everything is put away, I leave to get ready. The only hint she gave me was to dress warmly. I'm tempted to wear the sweater she lent me last time. I never bothered to return it, and she never asked for it back. After some thought, I choose one of my own, then lock myself in the bathroom to take a shower.
Saturday, January 16th; 3:00 PM - Lucy's Building.
- Where are we going? I ask impatiently, like a child.
- You'll find out soon enough. Calm down, will you? she teases.
I bite my lip to keep from smiling. The elevator doors open to the basement. She noticed I only had sneakers or city boots, so she lent me a good pair of shoes. I deduced we’ll be walking and it’ll probably be cold. I feel like a little girl waiting for a surprise. I start to head toward her car, but she stops me.
- This way, Ona.
- We're not taking the car?
- Not today. The roads are pretty clear.
I furrow my brow as I follow her to a garage. My jaw drops when she opens it. If I expected that… She wants me to get on *that*?
- What's the matter, Batlle, getting cold feet?
- Do you even have a license for this thing?!
- Do you think I keep it in my garage just for fun? she mocks. If you're scared, we can take my car.
- Is that a challenge?
- Maybe. You tell me.
Her smile makes me give in. A freaking motorcycle. If I expected that! She’s made me experience everything I’ve ever wanted to do in life so far. This surprise is definitely worth it! It’s a sporty bike, metallic blue. It’s as impressive as her car. The silver rims stand out perfectly. I love this girl. She's completely nuts! She hands me a pair of gloves, which I gratefully take. I put them on without even thinking about the helmet she's bringing over.
- Damn, I groan.
- It’s okay, I’ll help, she laughs.
Without asking, she places the helmet on my head, slowly pulling on each side. I thank her when she pushes aside a few strands of hair that decided to stay in front of my eyes.
- Lift your chin. I need to adjust the strap underneath.
I comply, letting her fasten the helmet. She closes the visor with an amused smile when I lower my head. She gears up as well before looking at me. I move my head to get used to the feel of the helmet. I feel like my head is being squeezed with this thing.
- Have you ever been on a motorcycle?
- No, but I’ve always wanted to try, I admit.
- Alright. In that case, you'll hold onto me. But make sure you stay upright. Don’t lean with me when we turn, okay?
- I get it, yeah…
- If you don’t feel comfortable, just let me know.
I nod with a smile that she returns. She rolls the bike out and closes the garage. She climbs on, leaving me stunned for a moment. She looks so badass on it. She totally has the biker look with her black outfit. She motions for me to come closer. I snap out of it and move towards her. I brace my hands on her shoulders to climb on behind her. I lift my leg, but it gets stuck on the seat because I didn’t raise it high enough.
- Great start, she giggles.
- Sorry, it’s my first time, I defend myself.
- Hold onto me, alright? she warns playfully.
I blush and manage to get on the bike on my second try. My first instinct is to hold onto her waist. She doesn’t seem to mind, as she turns the key. The bike purrs with a sound as pleasing as her Audi. She must have a passion for big cars and bikes. She starts moving the bike without warning, and I instinctively press against her, wrapping my arms around her. I hear her laugh, and the vibrations coming from her body against mine make me blush again. She stops when we reach the outside.
- Ona, you’re suffocating me.
- Sorry, I say, immediately loosening my grip.
- I’m not asking you to let go, just don’t squeeze so tight, okay? Here, give me your arms.
She grabs my wrists and wraps them around her the way they should be. She starts the bike after waiting for my go-ahead. At first, I tighten my grip, but I loosen it shortly after. I stay in that position for a while until I get used to it. I notice she’s making sure to keep a reasonable speed. Despite her instructions, I still managed to lean with her during a turn. I got scolded, which reminded me of my mistake. I never imagined it would be so hard for my brain not to follow her movements. After that incident, I made sure to be more careful. I smile stupidly as we pass all the cars stopped at a red light to reach the front. I’ve always dreamed of doing that one day, and now it’s happened. She supports us with the tips of her toes when we’re stopped. I’d like to help, but I can’t touch the ground from behind. So I leave my feet on the footrests.
- We’ve got a bit of a drive ahead. Do you mind if I take the highway to get there faster? she asks.
- No, go ahead. I trust you.
- You sure? You’re not just saying that to make me happy?
- No, no. Please, go ahead. You probably haven’t ridden in a while.
- "Yes, it's true," she admits to me. "Thank you."
I hold on to her as she takes off at full speed. I'm so surprised that I press myself against her. From her laugh, I think she did it on purpose. We stop after half an hour of driving. I'm almost certain she didn't obey the speed limit, given the number of cars we passed. My smile doesn't fade when I see where we are. She never fails to surprise me. The landscape is still magnificent. She parks her motorcycle in front of a chalet that must be a small café in the middle of a small forest. I mimic Lucy, taking off my helmet and placing my gloves between my legs.
"Wow..."
"It's beautiful, isn't it? Are you getting off?"
I listen to her as I clumsily dismount, accidentally bumping into her. She doesn't say anything, just smiles. She must have picked up on my awkwardness by now. She engages the kickstand and gets off as well. She stretches to loosen up her legs while I take in the vast forest in front of us.
"Did I drive well? You weren't too scared?"
"When can we do it again?"
She laughs, telling me that there's still the return trip. We enter the small chalet, where she seems to know the owners since she introduces me and entrusts them with our helmets. The owner wishes us a good afternoon before we step outside, where I take a deep breath of fresh air.
"So, what's next on the agenda, Commander?"
"Walking," she smiles. "Let's not waste time, I just received a message. We need to be back home by six o'clock."
"Why?"
"We need to meet up with the girls to eat in town, then we'll go to the same bar as last time with my friends. Does that work for you?"
"I don't really have a choice. You've planned everything behind my back."
I puff out my cheeks to show my displeasure. She pinches them, deflating them instantly.
"I just found out myself, so don't pout at me, okay? It's not my fault!"
"Uh-huh, sure," I say, crossing my arms nonetheless.
She surprises me by wrapping her arm around my shoulders. I relax, resting my head on her shoulder. I don't stay there long as she pulls away after kissing my forehead.
"Come on, you little grouch."
I smile softly at the unexpected gesture. I realize she's becoming more and more affectionate with me. I feel the need for more, but I doubt that's what she wants. I only realize she's moved ahead of me when she calls out to me from a distance. I quickly catch up to her, and we head into the beautiful forest stripped of its foliage. Everything is white with snow. I shove my hands into my pockets to keep them warm.
"How do you feel about joining a new class on Monday?" she starts the conversation.
"I have to admit, I haven't had a second to think about it. I'd say I'm curious and a little stressed at the same time. I'm not alone, so everything should go well."
"You don't need to worry."
We continue talking about the subject until we reach the end of the path. We've arrived at a small lake with a stone waterfall. I haven't even finished drawing the landscapes she showed me last week, and now she's already showing me new ones. Lucy suggests we walk around before heading back. It's the perfect thing to relax. We continue moving forward, taking the path on the right. The silence is peaceful, but it's pleasant. I feel good. I don't think I've ever felt this good before. I feel happy and surrounded, like never before. I doubt I'll ever experience this moment as intensely again. I turn around to see Lucy lagging behind me for the first time. She's the reason for my happiness, I know it. She's going to make me burst with a thousand feelings if she keeps acting the way she does with me. She makes me feel like a different person. It's as if I can do anything by her side. Yet, I've always been told that I'm an incapable child who will never succeed in life.
" Lucy?" I call out to her, walking backward.
"Hmm?" she responds, finally looking at me.
"Thank you for everything... Thank you for being you and for transforming me into who I am right now."
"I'm not doing anything special."
"Oh yes, you are," I chuckle. "You don't even realize it."
"Don't you want to walk normally? You're going to hurt yourself again," she teases.
"No way, look, I've got this under control!"
I try to prove it by speeding up. Lucy's amused smile warms my heart in a way I can't control. This day is just too perfect to be real. I was about to say something, but my feet decided to get tangled up.
"Be careful!" she nearly shouts.
Too late... I land on my butt. I hear Lucy's laughter ringing in my ears. I groan and look at the ground to see the damn branch responsible for my stumble. I've just made a fool of myself. I let my head drop and find myself staring into Lucy's green eyes.
"Poor fool! It's not like I didn't warn you!"
"You'll see who's the fool!"
I knock her off balance as her legs straddle mine. I pull her hands, which she instinctively put forward, and gently bring her down with me. I groan as she ends up completely on top of me, but I can't help bursting into laughter when I hear Lucy groan.
"That'll teach you to make fun of me!"
Without warning, her fingers start tickling me, inflicting a torture I hate more than anything. I beg her to stop, but she continues. She only stops when I start running out of breath.
"Apologize."
I can't say a word, mesmerized by the sight in front of me. Her smile, showing all her teeth, captivates me so much. I only realize I've placed my hands on her thighs when her smile suddenly disappears.
"Ona..."
I still can't say anything. Her tousled hair gives her an incredible charm. My heart is about to explode... But everything fades when she moves away to sit on top of me.
"Ona, we can't. I can't. You're my student."
"I'm far from being just your student..."
"I know, Ona," she sighs, running a hand through her hair.
"You feel the same way I do," I murmur in shock.
"No," she shakes her head. "There's no way our relationship can go any further than it already has. I'm risking my job and... I can't. I thought you couldn't either, with your relationship with Feli."
I laugh bitterly. She has no right to use that excuse when I was ready. She feels something too. Otherwise, she wouldn't have reacted the way she has these past few days. Her behavior has changed. She's become more attentive, worried, and... And she was jealous yesterday. She can deny it all she wants, but she was irritated that guy was checking me out.
"That's the best excuse you could come up with?" I ask coldly.
"Ona..." she sighs.
"If you didn't feel anything like you claim, you wouldn't have reacted so excessively with the salesman. You also wouldn't have let me cuddle you when we got back from the mall, or sleep with you last night, or kiss my neck. We like each other. What's wrong with that?"
"There's nothing wrong with it. I-I just can't. It's beyond my strength, and I thought it was the same for you. I've just crossed the line these past few weeks. I shouldn't have opened up to you so much. It just complicated things. I should have stayed professional until the end."
I think I would have preferred if she had no feelings rather than reject me for some unknown reason. My world of happiness just collapsed in a fraction of a second. What else was I expecting anyway? I knew she wouldn't want me. Who would, anyway? I just didn't expect it to hurt this much. It makes me realize how attached I've become to her and the extent of my feelings.
"We should head back," I murmur.
"Ona..." she says sadly.
I stop her from saying anything else by pushing her off me, a gesture that feels far too easy. She doesn't even resist. I clumsily get up, too disturbed by what just happened. I retrace our steps without bothering to wait for her or even glance at her.
Saturday, January 16th; 10:00 PM - The United.
We've been at the bar for a good hour. The same people as last time are here. I'm impressed by how Mapi has managed to fit in. She's always had an easier time with social situations than I have. Everyone's having fun around the pool table while I stay back with my glass of iced tea. Mapi and Ingrid are crushing Jenni and Mary. It seems like this afternoon strengthened their relationship, as they're now teasing each other. I glance over at the other girls who are mocking them, then end on Lucy, who has stayed at our table. It seems she's met an old acquaintance, but I doubt it's just anyone, given how the girl is eyeing her up. No one seems bothered that she's off on her own. She doesn't seem bothered by it either. The girl keeps touching her arm and laughing at whatever she's saying. I feel desperate watching them like this, boiling inside. I'm incapable of doing anything. Lucy shut me down. She doesn't want me, and she's continuing to make that clear right now. And to think I had just acknowledged my feelings for her. Maybe it's not so bad that I know now. Maybe I can pull back my feelings, but I doubt it. Not long ago, I wasn't even ready to have a new relationship, and now, it's the first time I’ve felt this much jealousy. I sigh and look away, taking a sip of my drink. The only thing left for me to do is to put up barriers. That's what I did this afternoon. We haven't spoken since our confessions. I have to suppress my emotions. It's for the best for everyone. I smile at Mapi as she approaches me with a huge grin.
- "Did you see my crushing victory?!"
- "Oh... Yeah, I saw it," I replied. "Crushing, as always!"
I try to appear normal, but given the scrutinizing look she's giving me, I guess I failed miserably. She tilts her head slightly before sighing.
- "I'm going out for a smoke. You coming with me?"
- "Uh, yeah, if you want. I thought you quit?"
- "I did, but one every now and then never hurt anyone. Come on, hermana, it'll do you good to get some fresh air."
I smile weakly as she drapes her arm over my shoulders. Unfortunately, we have to pass by our table to grab our jackets. I try not to meet the eyes of the two people there, but it's really difficult. Especially when I end up locking eyes with Lucy's furrowed brow. Or should I say, my supervisor's.
- "Where are you going?"
- "Getting some air," Mapi replies. "We'll be back."
I quickly turn on my heels to follow Mapi outside. We sit on one of the benches against the bar's facade. I fix my gaze on a spot on the road where a few cars are passing while Mapi lights her cigarette. I catch a glimpse of the smoke escaping her mouth before she offers me the cigarette. I hesitate for a moment. I used to smoke, but I quit at the same time as I stopped doing drugs. She rolls her eyes and insists, bringing the cigarette directly to my lips.
- "Tonight you can. I think you need it."
The temptation is too strong. I take the cigarette between my fingers and take a deep drag, closing my eyes. It's like riding a bike, you never forget. I exhale the smoke, savoring it as much as possible. When I open my eyes, I see my best friend smiling broadly. I take another drag before handing it back to her and resting my head on her shoulder.
- "Is it Lucy?" she asks, getting straight to the point. "I noticed you haven't spoken since you got here."
- "She shut me down, Maps. She figured out how I felt, and she shut me down."
- "Oh..."
- "I felt ready, damn it. Why does she feel the need to ruin everything?"
- "Do you think she feels the same?"
- "I thought so, but with her rejection, I don't know anymore. Why would she want me anyway? I'm just a troubled girl. I've never understood why she was so interested in me. Maybe it's just because I remind her of her ex, and she thought she could save me, unlike her."
- "Her ex?" she frowns.
I sigh heavily, taking another drag from the cigarette she offers me again. I haven't talked about this story to Mapi or anyone else, for that matter. Lucy's past is none of their business, but now that I remember, it's totally understandable.
- "Forget it," I mumble. "I just don't know what to believe anymore..."
- "What are you going to do...?"
- "Pull away, I guess."
- "Ona..."
- "What?" I reply coldly. "What else do you want me to do? Huh?! She doesn't want me. I'm not going to force her! One thing is for sure, I'm not going to feel bad for nothing."
- "Fight for her... I'm sure she's worth it. She cares about you, it's obvious. You finally admitted you like her, and I've never seen you so attached to someone. When you used to go back to Barcelona, you barely talked to me about the friends you made here. You talked about her..."
- "No, that's out of the question. If she wanted me, she wouldn't have shut me down the first time. It was too good to be true anyway. I trusted the wrong person again. The only thing to do to minimize the damage is to pull away before I get too hurt."
- "You're so stubborn..." she sighs. "There has to be an explanation for all this."
- "There isn't always, Mapi. Even if there is one, I don't want to know it."
I take the cigarette from her again. The nicotine's calming effect settles into my system. I had forgotten how good it could feel. I frown when the cigarette is abruptly taken away before I can take a second drag.
- "Hey, what are you doing?"
My first reflex is to look at Mapi, but I quickly realize it's not her. I look up to see Lucy standing in front of us, with a stern look that would have definitely affected me in other circumstances.
- "Give it back."
- "No way."
- "What does it matter to you if I smoke?" I growl. "Give me back that cigarette!"
- "I said no."
She's daring me to take it back, but I'm not going to play her game over a stupid cigarette. I hold her gaze for a moment before closing my eyes and shaking my head. So she doesn't want me, but she keeps bothering me about what I do. It doesn't make any sense. I stand up and deliberately bump her shoulder as I head back into the bar. Her sigh behind me doesn't stop me. I'm going to handle this my way, whether she likes it or not. She's not going to be pleased with how I change my behavior towards her. I drop my jacket at the table and join Lucy's friends who are still gathered around the pool table. They invite me right away to start a new game, which I accept without hesitation. I team up with Aitana against Jenni and Ingrid. I don't know if it's a fair match, but Aitana seems confident. We start the game as Mapi and Lucy return. I ignore them and focus only on the game we've started. Time flies by with one, two, then a third game to break the tie. I try to laugh at Aitana's jokes, but I admit I'm forcing it a bit. She tried to get closer to help me with my shots. I wasn't thrilled by the contact at first, but I eventually let her do it. It's finally midnight when Lucy suggests we head home. She invited Ingrid to stay over again. This doesn't sit well with me, as I imagine she'll be sleeping with Mapi. Mapi also abandons me for the ride home. She whispered that I should take the opportunity to talk to Lucy, advice I didn't follow. Our drive back was silent. Lucy tried to start a conversation once or twice, but I didn't respond. We arrive at her apartment in a tense atmosphere. The girls quickly retreat to their room, sensing the tension between us. I sigh in frustration, fully understanding what Mapi is trying to do. She wants me to change my mind, but it's not going to happen!
- "Do you have a blanket?" I finally ask.
- "A blanket?" Lucy repeats, puzzled. "Why?"
- "I'm sleeping on the couch."
- "Ona..." she tries, tilting her head slightly.
- "Yes or no?" I question her more coldly. "Either way, I'm staying here."
She looks at me for a moment before sighing. No, sweetheart, I'm not changing my mind. I watch as she lifts the couch cushion to pull out a duvet and two pillows. She hands them to me while I turn the couch into a bed. Well, at least I won't have to worry about a bad night's sleep.
- "Thank you."
- "Good night..."
She murmurs the words so softly I barely hear them before she disappears down the hallway. She returns a moment later with my pajamas. I head to the bathroom to change and brush my teeth before returning to the living room. I close the doors behind me for some privacy and make sure the curtains are drawn so I can sleep in tomorrow morning. Once I'm ready, I place both pillows on one side and wrap myself in the thick duvet with a sigh of relief. It's definitely not as good as being in Lucy's arms, but I'll have to get used to it.
Sunday, January 17th; 2:50 AM - Lucy's Living Room.
I clutch the duvet as tightly as I can to muffle my sobs. I try to calm down, but it's no use. At least I haven't been loud enough to wake up the whole apartment. No one has come to check on me, even though I've been like this for about ten minutes. I don't even dare get up to grab a tissue or a glass of water. I'm too afraid of waking someone. I freeze and hold my breath when I hear the double doors open. I slowly lower my head, clutching the duvet as tightly as possible to make it look like I'm still asleep.
- "I know you're not asleep."
I tense up at the sound of Lucy's voice. She slips under the blanket I haven't let go of. I try to push myself further against the backrest when I feel her behind me. I don't want to feel her against me, but her arm pulls me back while taking hold of my hand. I instinctively pull it away.
- "Take it."
I bite my lip, opening my eyes to see she's brought me a pack of tissues. I take it timidly, thanking her in a voice even I can barely hear. I immediately use a tissue. Meanwhile, she firmly keeps her arm wrapped around my waist. I'd be lying if I said it didn't have an effect on me... I hate her so much for making me feel this way.
- "This is the last time we're sleeping together," I murmur.
- "Go back to sleep," she whispers in response.
She won't be able to change my mind on this. I fully intend to keep this promise. I'll even go to Jaha and ask to move back into my dorm on Monday if I have to. In the meantime, I take advantage of her arms and warmth one last time to calm down from the nightmare. My breathing returns to a regular rhythm, and fatigue finally gets the better of me.
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dirtybitfic · 8 months ago
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Therapy pt.3
Matt sturniolo x y/n / fem reader
Smutt, kinks, dom matt, punishments, a lot of crazy shit to do with the kinks discussed in the two therapy sessions. Lots of dirty shit honestly too much to put in the warning so … 🫦
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Matts pov-
Im so worked up right now. After her saying she likes a challenge I just could not handle it anymore. I know its not appropriate to have sex with a client but fuck me with y/n I just cant control myself.
Since the first session she's been running through my mind. She is absolutely beautiful for one and the kinks she has are music to my ears whenever she reads them off. Ive had multiple dreams about the nasty depraved things I want to do to her and after tonight I don't know if we’ll be able to go back to just a therapist client relationship.
I see the way she looks at me when she thinks im not paying attention and fuck the way she bites her lip nervously after reading her kinks is so hot to me. She is such a dirty girl but hides it all under this sweet innocent persona and it drives me wild. I want to see her brake for me ... hear her begging me to let her cum and watching her unravel over and over until she's crying and begging for me to stop.
Tonight I will finally get what ive always wanted and the best part is I know she’ll let me . I don't think she caught it but when she described her type in our first session she pretty much described me perfectly. The tattoos , dark hair , blue eyes, a dark mysterious persona and not too mention her size kink.
Y/n is not super short but compared to me she looks so small and it drives me wild anytime she looks up at me when I stand in front of her . She constantly has bedroom eyes and thats one feature I love on her gorgeous little face . Im 6'4 and she's probably around 5'7 so as you can imagine the height difference is a good amount . (Ik this man’s is a cool 5’8 but we gonna act like he ain’t alright)
As she sits next to me in the car I cant help but watch her as her thighs squeeze tightly together and her breathing is slightly fast. I wonder what her gorgeous little mind is thinking knowing im taking her back home with me. I know she was tipsy when she said those words to me but drunk words are sober thoughts and im so glad she finally made it clear she is also attracted to me .
These 15 minutes need to go bye quick ... because once I get her inside this damn house she in for a very long night.
Your pov-
Your going crazy in his passenger seat your mind is running wild with possibility’s of what is going to happen.
The thought of him above me with his hand around my neck as he fucks into you so hard your crying is on a non stop loop in your mind you’ve been clenching your thighs for so long they are cramping . You’ve tried to think about anything else but every time you try every thought turns into him again. He's consuming your mind and you cant wait for him to consume every other part of you.
The fact he is in a high class b.d.s.m club also tells you a lot . All the men there are dominants of high power and class . Your mind wanders back to the two men Matt had introduced you to and honestly you feel bad that they will probably never hear from you but now that you know you can have Matt you don't even want to look at them again.
You were sonly entertaining them just incase u had to settle for the next best choice but you know Matt is going to ruin you tonight and after this there is no going back and you pray this car ride is almost over.
How much longer do we have
About 10 more minutes ... why
I just really have to pee this isn't a lie I do have to pee but we all know the real reason I wanted to know
don't worry were almost there
he sets his hand on your thigh causing your breathe to hitch , even the smallest touch from his hand has your pussy clenching and pulsing. he rubs small circles with his thumb causing you to let out a soft sigh but it came out more like a moan.
you don't try to cover it up you just keep looking out the window as the trees pass by and you finally pull up to a large black gate.
It opens when he presses a button and he slowly makes his way up the very long windy road leading up to what you can only guess is the house.
There are lights lining the road every few feet and there are old looking willow trees scattered along the sides . It's beautiful yet creepy at the same time.
The car come to a stop and you look through the front windshield at a beautiful modern gothic mansion
Wow Matt your house is just ... wow
Thank you me and my brothers have a love for gothic style architecture
god you drive my dream car and live in my dream house could you be more perfect
he laughs softly Well if you like the outside you’ll love the inside come on
you smile at him as you rush out of the car excited to see the interior of his gorgeous home
he gets out locking the car and taking your hand in his as he leads you to the front door and unlocks it letting you enter first .
you walk into the most breathe taking foyer.
Holy fuck you look around already involve with the house and this is only the entrance
im guessing you like it
LOVE it
he smiles and chuckles
wait till you see the victorian greenhouse in the back he says smiling at you leading you into the living room
God this house keeps getting better and better you say as you take in the dark interior of the living room.
I think your gonna love the kitchen come on he says leading you down a dark emerald green hallways into a large kitchen.
You're right I do love it . You guys love dark colors huh
yeah I guess so he says looking around actually realizing most of the house is black with dark accent colors.
I like it a lot even though its dark it doesn't feel depressing
yeah I agree . Okay time for the greenhouse
Oh . my .god this is beautiful . I have an entire Pinterest board for my dream house and i've always loved the idea of having a interior greenhouse but this is just beautiful you start walking around looking at all the flowers and plants they have growing around .
Yeah My brother nick loves this part of the house he actually does most of the planting and stuff
he has great taste in flowers night rider lilys are my favorite flower
He would talk your ear off for hours about all these flowers if he could
I would probably love that actually I mean this is just beautiful . Your lucky to have this in your house I hope you know that
oh I do trust me but lets go upstairs I wanna show you my favorite room
okay you say taking his hand as he leads you down another dark hallways leading to a spiral staircase .
As you reach the last step it enters into a large library
wow this is by far my favorite room
I knew you'd like it go up those stairs and look on the middle 3 shelves I think you'll like that section he says smirking
you take the staircase up and go to the shelves he told you too . You look at the books noticing they are all dark romance books . They are all hard covers and you trace them with your fingers landing on one in particular . Haunting Adeline by H.D Carlton your favorite book you've read by far.
Matt steps behind you placing his hands on your hips .
You read haunting Adeline?
multiple times . I love this book
is that what started your stalker fantasies
It didn't start it but it definitely made it 10 times worse
what did start them he asks as you traced over other books that you've read
Honestly from a young age I always had thought in my brain that someone was or could be watching me through my window . My childhood home had woods behind and around the right side so I was always paranoid someone was out there but I guess... as I grew up the idea became appealing instead of scary.
mmm you like the cat and mouse game don't you... he moves closer to you as his lips brush your earlobe you like feeling like prey being hunted by a large ... scary ... predator hmmm . Don't you ?
you moan at the feel of his hands on you and the dirty words he said too you
I asked you a question he says as one of his hands travels up to your neck gripping it and spinning you around .
Now answer it... he says in a deep husky voice
y-yes I like it
mm such a depraved little slut aren't you
you moan not knowing what to say
never being satisfied ... having to come to me he says as he steps closer making your back hit the wall of books and you have to arch your neck that his hand is still around to look up at him towering over you.(again were pretending that this man isn't 5'8 alright) Telling me all the dirty ... depraved things you crave
you moan.
im gonna give you everything you want ... and your gonna thank me over and over
Jesus Christ you moan as you feel the wetness pooling in your underwear and slightly dripping down your thigh. You've never been so aroused in your life and all you want to do is beg him to touch you
his hand that was on your hip travels under your dress and up your thigh as his long fingers reach the inner of your thigh he groans
Such a little slut . Your so turned on its running down your thigh and I haven't even touched you yet
you whine as his hand slowly inches closer to where you need hm most
your gonna have to wait... the house tour isn't over yet
oh fuck you you sigh out. You're so turned on its driving you crazy .
excuse me he says gripping your throat even tighter and grabbing your face with his other making you look at him. You whine as you feel your teeth pressing into your cheeks from his tight hold.
you might want to watch your tone with me he says staring intently in your eyes.
yes sir you bite back your words laced with attitude
he lets go of your face and yanks you by your hand after him.
You make your way into a long hallway with a couple doors on each side
He opens the first one and its a fairly large bathroom
nice bathroom okay next room
someone is eager huh he says as he leads you to the next door
this is my brother chris's room
oh nice
then he walks to the next door farther down the hall on the left
and this is my brother nicks room
do you all live on the same floor ?
no my room is on the basement level
oh ... why?
you'll see he says as he leads you to the last room.
this is chris's at home studio he says as you let go of his hand and walk around looking at all the equipment.
does he make music ?
Sometimes yeah but he's more into producing backtracks and beats and stuff
that so cool
yeah the man loves his music . Come on I wanna show you the backyard
he leads you out of the room and down another flight of stairs leading out to the backyard.
This is one of my favorite parts of the house
wow the pool is amazing
yeah its great. and its heated so you can use it all year round
damn thats nice
yeah its pretty great but come on I saved the best rooms for last
he leads you back inside the house and leads you down a dark flight of stairs to the basement level .
The stairs lead into another living room
wow its dark down here
yeah I like it dark it feels ... cozy to me
mmm you hum as you look at the dark blue couch and the nice fire place behind it.
he leads you down another long hallway to the room at the end.
This is my room he says before opening the door
mmm its dark but cozy I like it
and that is my closet over there and this is my bathroom
mm its like your own apartment down here
yeah I love my brothers a lot but I like to have my own space
I get that , do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick
not at all go ahead he says as you swiftly make your way into the bathroom closing the door behind you. You had been holding in your pee for the entire house tour.
you make your way to the toilet and finally relieve yourself with a sigh. As you sit you look around the large bathroom noticing the nice ass shower. Your mind wanders to things you'd love to do with him in that shower.
You finish up and wash your hands and make your way back out into the room .
Matt is in the middle of taking off dress shirt and you cant help but watch the way his back muscles tense as he pulls in off and sets it in a laundry hamper.
he pulls on a black sweatshirt he must have changed into his sweatpants while you were in the bathroom .
He turns around noticing you .
Feel better
yes much better. I held it in for a while
he chuckles and then walks closer to you as he bends down and lifts one of your feet you balance yourself by placing a hand on his shoulder. He takes of your heel and then the other.
You sigh feeling so much more comfortable .
Go into my closet and grab a sweatshirt I know you probably want to get out of that dress
as you make your way to the closet he slaps your ass causing you to gasp.
you smile as you make your way into the large walk in closet and finding a line of sweatshirt hung on the top rack .
you grab a grey sweatshirt and start undoing your dress as it slips off . You weren't wearing a bra under the dress so all you have under his large sweatshirt is your lace thong that is soaked with your arousal from earlier.
you walk back out and he smiles at you .
You look good in my sweatshirt
yeah its comfy too to say as you hold your arms out looking down .
its fits big on you since he's significantly taller than you.
I have a feeling I won't be getting it back anytime soon
yeahhh don't hold your breathe you say smiling back at him.
ready for the last room
mhm you smile knowing you're finally going to be getting what you want after this last room.
he leads you out of his room and down a small hall leading to a large door at the end .
I think you'll like this one he says with a smirk on his face.
he opens the door and turns on the light . Your mouth drops as you see what the room is.
A fucking sex dungeon
you walk around the room looking at all the whips and ropes that line the left wall. The right wall is adorned with blindfolds and other kind of restraints .
you still think you can handle me he says in your ear as he swiftly walks around you with his hand on your waist
you make eye contact nodding your head hoping hell finally touch you.
take the sweatshirt off he says sternly.
you slowly lift it over your head as your nipple immediately harden since this part of the house is cooler than the rest.
he groans at the sight of your bare body in front of him.
he slowly traces a hand down your face then neck and then he reaches your tits as he pulls on your nipples causing you to moan from the pain and pleasure.
he pulls on them harder making you gasp for air .
his hands move to your waist as he effortlessly picks you up and holds under your thighs to keep you up as you wrap your legs around his waist.
he brings his mouth to your neck biting and sucking leaving marks as you moan from the feeling.
you sound so beautiful he goes back into your neck leaving more marks.
your legs tighten around his waist as he bites down harshly on your shoulder
fuck you gasp as he lets go and kisses it softly
he sets you down and spins you around walking you over to the couch and bending you over the arm rest .
he bends down so his mouth is at your ear
I think you need to learn some manners hmm
you know that he's probably referring to the library when you coped an attitude with him .
all you do is shake your head yes
use your words y/n . he says in a harsh tone that has you pulsing around nothing.
yes you say sounding out of breathe .
yes what ...
yes sir
good girl
you hear him walk away but stay where he put you .
you hear him step back behind you and feel something cold run along your left ass cheek . You lay there waiting for what he's going to do .
Something slaps down on your cheek causing you to gasp . It didn't hurt but it definitely would leave a mark if he smacks harder.
you know what this is ? he asks seeing if you'll guess correctly
ummm I don't know
he smacks down the object again with more force causing your hips to buck harshly into the arm rest.
take a guess and maybe ill go easy on you
fuck umm I... a crop wip
he smacks down on your other cheek
such a smart girl
you moan at his praise as he smacks down again.
he tosses it on the couch and grabs you to stand up by your hair causing you to whine.
You have no idea what I want to do to you right now
you let out a quiet moan .
Please . Do anything you want .use me
yeah you want me to treat you like the dirty little slut you are his tone making it evident he's smirking.
yes... fuck please
he lets go of your hair and walks over to the wall of blindfolds picking up a blue satin one and walking back over to you .
turn around he says as he stands in front of you .
You do as he says and he ties it around your eyes and nots it at the back securing it tightly .
you run your hands over the silky cool material smiling .
he guides you by your waist until he pushes you down to sit on the edge of the couch your back arching into the back of the couch.
his hands move up and down your sides until he reaches your panty lines and pulls them down your legs slowly .
spread your legs for me show me how much of a mess i've made you
you spread your legs and he groans
such a pretty little pussy he says before placing soft wet kisses on your inner thighs causing you to squirm in anticipation.
his breathe hits your sensitive clit and your hips buck . You want him to finally touch you so badly you just cant help yourself .
he places a soft kiss on your clit causing you to moan .
fuck... please
tell me what you want
please I need your mouth so bad
mmm he groans before diving into your pussy as he licks and sucks .Fuck he's good at this . Your breathing is erratic as you squirm under him .
oh- my god fuck
yeah ... am I making you feel good he says before going back to sucking your clit
yes fuck so good you moan out . He starts flicking his tongue in the perfect spot that has your legs trembling.
Oh FUCK oh my god right there
he smirks against your pussy as he inserts a finger inside your gushing entrance eliciting a loud moan from you.
Oh my god fuck im so close
Cum for me sweetheart cover my mouth with it
his words immediately send you tumbling over the edge as your legs tremble and you're gasping for air .
such a good girl for me he says as you come down from your high and he pulls his finger out of you .
your catching your breathe as he licks his fingers clean.
such a sweet little pussy he groans .
get up he says in a raspy tone you immediately obey standing up and waiting for more instruction.
he walks over to the wall of restraints and ropes he picks a set and walks back over to you .He pulls off the blindfold and throws it down.
you blink adjusting to the lights then looking down at what's in his hand.
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you smile and he notices.
come on he says making you walk in front of him .
he watches the way your ass moves when you walk making him even more painfully hard than he already is.
you make it back in his room and he shuts the door harshly then grabs you buy the back of the neck.
hands behind your back
you hold them behind your back and he puts the wrist restrains on securing them enough they won't slip off but not tight enough to hurt.
walk to the end of the bed
You walk slowly to the end of the bed as he trails closely behind.One you reach the end he moves your hair and tells you to hold it . He then secures the neck piece of the restraints. It holds your head at and angle that is slightly uncomfortable but you enjoy it.
He pulls his sweatshirt off and he spins you around to face him.
You look so beautiful all restrained for me
you smile up at him as your eyes trail his upper body the best they can with the restraints .
he pushes your shoulders down as he makes you sit on the edge of the bed.
he slowly unties the string of his sweatpants and slides them down and kicks them off.
Your gonna be a good girl and let me fuck that pretty little mouth
you moan in agreement.
his bulge is right in front of your face causing you to gulp. He is definitely not small and that makes you slightly nervous.
He starts pulling down his boxers causing his rock hard dick to pop out and slap you on the face. You jump not expecting it which makes him chuckle.
Open .
you open your mouth and he shoves his middle and ring finger into your mouth you gag slightly as they hit the back of your mouth and your eyes water.
mmm were gonna need to work on that he says as you gag on his finger the farther he pushes back.
He pulls them out and strokes his long thick length a couple times before looking down at you smirking.
he taps his dick on your lips telling you to open your mouth .
The second you open your mouth he slides into it and slowly thrusts in and out . His girth has the corners of your mouth stretching and your jaw hurts from how wide you have to keep your mouth open .
he grabs the back of your head and starts thrusting hard and fast. You're gagging and coughing around him causing him to groan .
Fuck look at you drooling and gagging . Such a fucking mess for me
you moan around him as tears roll down your face and spit is dripping out of the sides of your mouth and down your chin and neck. His thrust get harder his tip bruising your throat with each thrust. You're crying as your eyes get foggy from your mascara bleeding into them. You're gagging loudly as he goes deeper down your throat.
You try moving your hand to his thighs only to remember they are secured behind your back. So you try the next best thing and start trying to inch further up the bed and away from him which only seems to make him thrust more aggressively.
nahuh don't try and get away ... you said you'd be a good girl for me he grunts out horsly as his breathing is loud and curses pour out of his mouth signaling he's close.
I'm gonna fill this pretty little mouth and your gonna swallow all of it you understand he groans out as you nod your head the best you can .
he harshly thrusts a couple more times before burying himself as deep as he can go and fills your throat and mouth with his cum. He pulls out and slaps his hand over your mouth.
You better fucking swallow it. he says in a harsh tone that has your pussy gushing.
you swallow down the thick liquid furrowing your brows from the weird texture. He takes his hand off your mouth .
good girl listening so well he says before gently stroking your lips with his thumb. You hum at the soft touch and lean into it.
stand up you immediately stand up and look up at him with teary bedroom eyes.
he spins you around and bends you over the side of the bed .
He runs his hand down your back and grabs onto the chain connected to the back of the collar pulling your head back so you're looking at him. You whimper at the way the collar part tightens with the angle.
You want me to fuck you dumb he asks with a cocky smile on his face.
you nod and he slaps you on the ass with his free hand.
Use your fucking words when I ask you a question
y-yes I want you to fuck me
tell me how bad you want it ... beg for it he says making the chain a bit tighter in his hand.
p-please I want it so bad please your voice coming out broken and raspy.
mmm beg louder i wanna hear the desperation int that pretty little voice of yours
please Please fuck me I want it so bad PLEAse
mmm you sound so pretty when you beg he says as he lets go of the chain and your head falls onto the mattress .
his hand runs further down your ass to your throbbing core.
he slides a finger in causing you to whimper .
Fuck you're so wet. You like having my dick down your throat don't you
you moan in agreement causing him to slap your ass hard.
don't you he says deeply .
y-yes I love it
such a little slut he says as he adds another finger and starts moving them in and out at a pace that has your toes curling.
f-fuck oh my-
yeah you like my fingers
y-yes sir f-fuck I love them
he groans at you calling him sir and he speeds up his fingers curling them to hit the perfect spot that has your legs starting to tremble and your orgasm building at a fast pace.
oh- fuck I-im gonna cum
not until you beg for it
f-fuck oh god
don't even think about cumming without my permission he says slapping your ass as you loudly moan into the mattress.
F-fuck please can I cum fuck please please
hold it
b-but your breathing so hard as you try on focus on not cumming.
I know you can do it
fuck I- cant please let me cum fuck please
no your gonna hold it until I say you can cum
you whine in protest as your eyes swell with tears and your legs are shaking as your hands ball into fists
f-fuck I c-cant you cry out as it starts to get painful holding it back
yes you fucking can his pace gets faster and you break not being able to hold it anymore.
did you just fucking cum after I told you not too
you orgasm so hard around his fingers you don't even care he's angry you couldn't follow directions.
I t-told you I could hold it
he pulls you up by the chain causing you to gasp and cry out from the force.
he sits down and throws you over his knees.
you are going to learn to follow directions
you whine knowing he's about to make you regret that last orgasm.
his hand comes down on your ass causing you to whine
your gonna take as many spankings as I see fit and your gonna thank me for every single one
his hand comes down harshly causing your ass to sting
f-fuck thank you sir
his hand comes down on the same spot at least 15 times before you're crying and begging him to stop .
m-matt please it hurts you cry out as his hand comes down again.
im sorry who his hands come down at a fast pace hitting your stinging red cheek at least 5 times.
OW F-fuck sir please I- cant t-take anymore please im sorry I won't do it again
he rubs his hand softly over your red and raised ass cheek admiring his large hand print that is now imprinted in the skin and tracing the blood vessels that burst around the print smiling to himself.
you think you learned your lesson he asks in a softer voice.
yes sir I promise I will listen from now on you sigh out . Your ass cheek is stinging so much and your breathing is erratic from crying.
he helps you stand up before he pushes you back over the edge of the bed again . His strokes. his rock hard dick a couple times before he runs the tip through your wet folds .
he slowly pushes in causing you to hiss from the stretch he's so big that you know no matter how slow he enters you it'll hurt.
ahh shit you whine out as he pushes a little deeper.
I know sweetheart you're doing so good for me he says running his hand down the small of your back trying to sooth you.
mmm you whine as he still pushes in .
You're doing so good . Only half more to go
Thats only half you loudly cry out . You already feel so full and you don't know how you're gonna handle all of it .
he chuckles at your reaction ad he pushes deeper and deeper .
fuck you're so fucking tight .
You whine and squirm as the stinging gets worse when his thickest part enters you .
Jesus c-christ your so big you cry out as you try and calm your breathing.
I know baby but you're almost there he groans as he pushed in until he is balls deep .
you cry out as he fills you up fully with his entire length staying still letting you adjust. You knew he was big but you dint expect him to stretch you this much but you also haven't had sex in a while so its not that shocking . You've also never taken a dick this big , he's a good 9 inches and girthy as fuck.
fuck okay you can move but please go slow
he starts to slowly thrust in and out as you continue to adjust .
mmm you whine as the pain fades into pleasure
feel good he says as as he speeds up the pace ever so slightly.
y-yes sir
he groans as you pulse around him .
can you handle it if I go faster he grunts out. The slow pace is not something he enjoys. He likes to be rough and hard but he doesn't want to hurt you.
yes fuck please go faster the second these words leave your moth he starts thrusting faster . Your gasping and moaning as he hits your g- spot over and over.
h-harder fuck please sir fuck me harder
god you're such a little slut he grunts as he starts going harder and your eyes rolls to the back of your head as you feel your orgasm building.
FUCK O-OH MY GOD Y-YOU'RE SO DEEP
Yeah you liked being fuck like a dirty whore
ye-yes I love it FUCK
I can feel you pulsing around me sweetheart . You gonna cum all over my cock like the good little whore you are
Y-YES SIR. FUCK CAN I CUM P-PLEASE
yeah cum all over my cock
FUCK you scream as you cum all over him and your legs tense and shake under him .
You come down from your high as he still pounds into you as your entire body trembles under him.
MMm f-fuck you pant out as he continues pounding into you relentlessly.
so fucking wet for me he groans out as he takes a hold of the chain and yanks your head back to look up at him. Your breathing becomes scattered as the collar cuts off your air way.
You feel how deep I am hmm
you furrow your brows in pleasure but maintain eye contact and nod your head as moans slip out of your mouth.
he lets go of the chain as your head drops down and you regain a normal breathing pattern. He grabs the small chain that connects the cuffs together and starts pounding into you deeper causing you to scream out.
AHH FUCK S-SO DEEP I C-CANT
mmm you can .he grabs you by your hair and lowers himself over you so he's right by your ear , and you fucking will
he lifts off of you continuing to thrust so hard and deep your legs lift off the ground and kick the back of his thighs.
MM j-jesus christ m-matt His movements stop and pulls yanking you up by your hair causing you to cry out from the burn .
he unhooks your hands and spins you around to face him as he rebooks them in front of you.
Lay down for me he says and you climb back onto the bed laying down.He climbs back onto the bed and settles in-between your legs as he pushes them apart as far as they go and he pushes back into you .
Fuck oh m-my god you whine as he thrusts roughly into you and your eye close as the pleasure runs through you.
he slaps you causing you to wince.
look at me while I fuck you dumb
your eyes open as you moan and shake under him..
oh f-fuck im g-gonna you cry out before juices spray out of you all over his dick.
Thats it squirt all over me .Fuck your doing so good for me
you whine as your legs start to shake and you start to feel overstimulated from all the other orgasm you've had.
F-fuck I c-cant take -I-it
he grips your face tightly as he brings his face closer to yours.
well your gonna have to. Im not nearly close to being done with you he says before he lifts your legs over his shoulders and starts thrusting rougher and deeper causing a bulge to show in your stomach.
FUCK d-daddy I he cuts you off by pushing down on your stomach feeling himself in you.
call me daddy again and you'll regret it he groans out.
y-yes sir im s-sorry
He pushes down harder on the bulge in your stomach causing you to scream out as you squirt again.
Fuck keep fucking doing that your so fucking hot
mmmm f-fuck you whine as tears start streaming down your face
your entire body is shaking from the overstimulation you're feeling.
FUCK I CANT PLEASE I ... you squirt again . He has to pull out from how much is coming out.
He pushes two fingers into you causing you to scream . He curls them and moves them so fast your entire body is rocking . He hits your spot over and over until your squirting again all over his fingers and the bed.
J-jesus christ its t-too much you cry out as you they to move his hand away but failing since they are connected to the chain that isn't long enough for you to reach him.
I guess ill just have to force you take it then huh he says before replacing his fingers with his dick and fucking you so rough your seeing stars and all you can do is moan and cry .
the tears are streaming down your face as shake under him.
who's pussy is this he asks as he thrusts into you at a new angle that takes your breathe away. You want to answer him but no words are coming out of your mouth.
He slaps you across the face two times before he grips it and makes you look at him.
Whos fucking pussy is this y/n
Y-YOURS ITS YOURS FUCK you scream out as you cum all over him
that's it such a good girl he groans as you shake under him .
His thrusts don't let up if anything he starts going harder.
You're crying as whining under him unable to get words or moans out all you can do I breathe hard.
Look at you . Fucking you dumb hmm he says with a cocky smirk .
mmmmm you whine and kind of cry out as you lift your hips from the bed trying to get away from him but he grabs your hips hitting you at a different angle that has you choking on air.
so pathetic trying to run away from me he says as he grips your hips so tight there will be bruises Tommorrow.
F-f-fuck you you cry out . You're so overstimulate it hurts .
he slaps you across the face then shoves his fingers into your mouth causing you to gag and couch as he presses down your tongue.
watch your fucking mouth he says as he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and starts rubbing circles on your clit as he continues pounding into you.
MMM N-NO I CANT I-C-CANT you scream out as you feel another painful orgasm building.
oh but you will he says as he feels you pulsing around him signaling your close.
F-FUCK MMMM you scream in a horse shaky voice as your orgasm all over him so hard your entire body shakes and lifts off the bed as he continues rubbing your clit until you come down from your high as your brain goes fuzzy and your vision blurs.
your body is exhausted and your non stop shaking as he continues thrusting into you.
Fuck you gonna let me fill this pussy with my cum hmm
y-yes p-please you whine knowing that he's close brings a smile to your face you don't know how much more you can take.
yeah such a little cum slut aren't you
mmm y-yes sir you moan as his thrust get sloppy .
f-fuck he groans as he fills you up .
you lay there trying to catch your breathe as he pulls out and pulls you up unlatching the collar and handcuffs . you let out a sigh and stretch your arms since they are locked up from the position they were forced into for so long.
You okay he asks smiling softly at you .
you look at him softly smiling before climbing into his lap and holding onto him .
mmhm just... tired you say smiling against his chest. He rubs your back softly as he holds you tight.
lets go get cleaned up hmm he coos in your ear.
mmhm you sigh into his chest but don't have the energy to move.
he stands up holding you as walks to the bathroom and sets you down on the toilet letting you pee as he starts the shower .
once you finish your business he picks you up and walks you both into the shower and under the water.
you sigh as the water runs over your exhausted body . He slowly sets you down but still holds you tight knowing your legs are not very stable right now. He grabs some body wash and doors it all over your body before rubbing it in and letting in rinse away . You wash his torso and then rubs it all over his back then he rinses it off.
You smile to yourself feeling so taken care of at the moment and it makes you happy .
what you smiling about he jokes as he smiles down at you.
nothing your just... I just feel taken care of thats all
aftercare is very important to me you know that
I know its just not something i'm used to so.. thank you
of course beautiful he says as he runs his hands through your wet hair and places a kiss on your forehead.
he turns off the water and helps you step out as he wraps the large towel around you and wraps his around his waist.
you both make your way back into his room after drying off most of the water . He grabs a shirt for you to throw on and he throws on some boxers and sweat shorts .
you okay ... hungry thirsty ?
yeah both actually
alright lets go to the kitchen i'll Make something
you make your way up the two flights of stairs to the main floor and walk through the halls to the kitchen.
what time is it you ask as you reach the kitchen
4 am a voice says from further in the kitchen making you yelp and jump in surprise .
matt laughs as he makes his way over to the fridge grabbing things out as you stand there clutching you chest trying to catch your breathe.
sorry sweetheart I didn't mean to scare you the other one says as he approaches you with a small chuckle.
no no its okay just wasn't expecting anyone to be in here.
im Chris he says offering a hand for you to shake .
y/n you say with a smile as you shake his hand.
ahhh so your y/n he says smirking and looking at matt
what's that supposed to mean you ask slightly confused.
oh nothing me and nick have just heard a lot about you over the past two weeks
Oh really you ask with a smile looking at matt who's rolling his eyes.
Mhmm he says winking at you causing you to blush.
what are you doing up anyway
Couldn't sleep . I was gonna go for a swim but then I got hungry he says walking over to the fridge and pulling out a water.
he looks over to you . Want a water
oh sure thank you
You walk over to the island and sit down in one of the chairs.watching as Matt cooks . Chris comes and sits next to you placing the water down in front of you.
so y/n what do you do for work?
im a stylist you say smiling at him
ah so thats why you always have good outfits.
you smile at him from the compliment
yeah I guess so
do you like it
yeah I love it most of the time
why most of the time
well I work with celebrity's a lot and some of them are complete assholes so you know
ahh yeah I get that some of them just act so entitled
right its ridiculous . Matt said your a music producer
yeah I am its pretty cool
I bet id love to be able to make my own music
Matt smiles at you as he admires the way you get along with his brother .
do you sing?
yeah a bit
you should totally record in my studio sometime
id love that but you know thats only if Matt keeps me around
Trust me I will Matt says smirking at you making you smile
well im gonna go for a swim and then probably go to bed .
bye it was nice to formally meet you
yeah you too he says as he walks away down the hall to the pool.
so you sing Matt says smiling
yeah not but only really to myself im kinda awkward when people watch me
well maybe one day I can get you too sing for me
mmm yeah maybe
he finishes plating up the chicken and potatoes he made and slides u a plate and some silverware across the island.
you immediately cut off a piece and take a bite as he wits for your reaction.
oh my god this is so good you say as you lean back in your chair with a smile .
im glad you like it he says smiling and coming to sit next to you.
this is another reason I love older guys
food..? he asks chuckling a little bit
no like you actually cooked me something not just fell asleep and left me to fend for myself
I mean its a pretty easy thing to do he says smiling and taking a bite of his food
yeah but guys my age just arent like you
well then im glad you found me
oh trust me me too you say with a smirk .
okayyy eat your food he says laughing
you laugh a little before finishing the meal he cooked .
that was so good thank you
of course
he gets up and puts the plates in the dishwasher before coming back over to you.
you know what im craving
hmm
desert he says with a wicked smile on his face...
part four coming since I feel like this one is already way too long and took me forever to finish.
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IM SOBBING NOW I NEED A POLY SCENARIO BETWEEN HORROR DUST CROSS AND KILLER WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME /POS
i desperately need this help
Pitter patter… pitter patter… pitter patter the rain went on and on as the strangely cold summer’s evening passed into night, the distant sound of thunder rumbling far off as the wind howled outside. Within the Nesty Pesty Festy Zesty… as Killer had so annoyingly called the bad fairy clubhouse – none but he called it as such but none even tried to stop Killer from saying it either – the warmth barely had either crack or hole to escape through, and so kept the nest pleasantly cosy as the four fairies laid nearly fully upon each other, enjoying the soft light of the few candles lit around them.
“Nothing ever tastes as good as your cooking, H,” said Killer, and nuzzled further between Horror and Cross’ warm bodies, both having been forced to lay on either side of him, less he’d continue to whine far into the approaching night.
“Mmh,” hummed Horror softly, far too relaxed as he laid with Dust atop his chest, the petite fairy already in the lighter stages of sleep. “Glad to see you eat,” said he, and smiled down at his wildest lover, whom eagerly grinned back, though his face was calmer than usual, sleepier.
“When will he not eat,” teased Cross, and chuckled handsomely as Killer cast him a half-hearted pout. He kissed the pouty lips and received a purr in response. “I suppose it makes sense,” he began, and nuzzled closer to Killer and Horror both. “I always wondered where you got all that energy. It couldn’t just be mere spring fairy magic, but perhaps also a touch of an autumn fairy’s love for feasting on all things delicious.”
“Oh, read like an open book, firstborn save me,” sighed Killer, feigning dramatics as he laid a hand upon his forehead. “I’ve been caught, trapped, ensnared in your observing eye. Oh, whatever shall I do.”
“Shut up,” laughed Cross, and kissed him again. Killer eagerly returned it, yet the purr from Horror made them both look up to which they could see their tallest mate staring, bloated eye light nearly fully blackened.
“Heh, cute,” said Horror.
“Not as cute as you,�� murmured Dust, quite suddenly, though his sockets remained closed. Killer gasped at the words, though he was smiling.
“Are you saying I’m not as cute as Horror?” asked he.
“You’d wish,” said Dust, and grinned as he opened a single socket to look upon Killer. “I have my favourites.”
“How rude!” exclaimed Killer, and suddenly grasped Cross’ neck, startling the other fairy a little. “Well, Cross is my favourite—err, and Horror, too!”
“Settle down,” said Horror, though he was chuckling as he laid a both silk and wool over their bodies, and adjusted so that he laid on his side, making it so Dust’ back came to rest against Killer’s front. “Sleep,” he said.
“Okay!” Agreed Killer, already feeling pleased as he clutched onto the petite fairy, and purred happily as Cross enveloped him from behind.
It was, as it always would be, mere teasing and fun jests thrown between them, and though Dust and Killer could seem the pair to argue a lot, they rarely ever meant any harm with it. In the end, the four of them enjoyed fooling around only to settle down and cuddle a minute later, satisfied from a great meal, and warm and comfortable as the cold and wet summer night approached, yet none of it could reach them from the safety of their shared nest.
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strwberri-milk · 2 years ago
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nsfw request pleasee where kaeya and reader make out real long and good and just hump one another till they both cum untouched like that 😋
hello how did you know what has been rotting my brain lately im fucking crying this was the ask that made me think it was my friend bc we were. literally talking about this for the longest time - also reader is G/N
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The two of you thought it would be fine. Just one kiss or two before you two would settle down for the night and cuddle each other up. You both had long days after all and were looking forward to the much-needed rest but clearly, your bodies were nowhere near done with each other.
Kaeya's mind spins with each breathless gasp you press into his mouth. He pulled you into his lap a long time ago, leaning against the headboard as his knees keep your body steady against his chest. Your fingers comb through his washed hair and pull slightly, making him moan against your lips.
"You're such a brat," you mutter, hand tightening as he kisses you harder in retaliation.
"Me? You're the one who jumped me as soon as I got my pants on," he scoffs, bringing your hand down to feel his crotch.
"You should have known that's what would happen when you wear sweats like that," you scoff, bringing your hand back up to wrap around his shoulders.
"So it's my fault now, huh?" he challenges.
He puts both his hands on your waist, bringing you to directly straddle his crotch. Your warmth makes him shudder, hips bucking up into you. You're about to scold him when he begins to make the movements of his hips more intentional, cutting off your words with a moan when he manages to hit you right at your most sensitive part.
"How dirty of you~ Should you really be making noises like that?" he teases, stealing your lips again in another kiss.
You can't help but melt in his grasp, letting him cup your face as his tongue enters your mouth again. The way it moves against you is so lewd you can't help but let your thighs clench up around his waist, glad that his knees were still able to hold you steady against his body.
"You're doing this to me," you say weakly when he lets you breathe, shuddering when he starts to kiss up your neck. He sucks a dark mark on the side of your throat, hips still moving against yours in a practiced motion.
You try to spread your thighs as much as you can sitting on his lap, rutting against him desperately. He huffs against your ear, making your hole twitch needily with every sound he makes. His voice was so pretty, even more so when he was making noises like this.
You try to angle yourself against him more optimally, mind fogging up as he continues to kiss you breathlessly. Kaeya was obsessed with your lips and you knew that but it never stopped you from melting into the palm of his hand. He knew exactly how to keep you entranced with him, cooing and muttering the softest things into your ear as he moves your hips to circle against his stiff cock.
"Don't say that baby. You want this too, don't you? Doesn't it feel so good?" he purrs, digging his nails into the waist of your pants.
"You feel so fucking good on my cock like this. C'mon, we can keep going can't we? Just like this?"
You nod, hungrily kissing him when he tilts your head down to face him. You know you could spend the rest of your life like this, caught in his lap as the two of you build up to s slow release of pleasure. It lets you feel him, adore the way the man underneath you is so obsessed with you and your love for him that you barely register the shift as he presses you onto the sheets to get on top of you.
He stares down at you, plump lips panting as he drinks you in. There's a prominent wet spot on your crotch as there is on his, biting back his desire to pull your pants down to sink into you and fuck you until there was nothing on your mind but him.
Later, just not quite yet.
For now, he just watches as you gasp needily, hands grasping his shirt and pulling him down to kiss him again. He barely grazes his lips against yours, instead focusing on slotting your hips together and painting your ears with his lovely noises.
His hands grab yours, holding them tightly as he presses them beside your head. It keeps you still, unable to fight against him as your thighs are forced to accommodate the rough grind of his hips against yours, his mind now focused on one thing and one thing only.
"You can cum for me, can't you? Cum all over your pants even though I'm not touching you?" he asks, voice sounding so sweet despite the slightly degrading tone of his words.
You nod frantically, humping against him desperately when you feel your body catch against something that makes your eyes roll into the back of your head.
"Oh - Kaeya - mmn -" you sigh, fingers tightening against his as his pace speeds up. He's getting rougher with your body, making you keen harder into him.
"Please, just a little more. I'm almost there," you whine, feeling him bury his face into your neck as he presses impossibly tighter against him.
"Me too. Cum for me darling. Make a fucking mess in your pants for me and I'll reward you, okay?"
You nod frantically, the feeling of his breath and lips spattering all over your neck and collar only adding to the slow climb of your climax. You can feel the crotch of your pants grow damp with your release, Kaeya doing the same as he cums against you.
Your body feels incredibly wet, sweat clinging to your body as the two of you come down from your high. He kisses all over your face, then body as he begins to strip you down, mouth lapping over your core as you tremble slightly from the overstimulation.
"You did so good for me sweetheart. I can't wait to make you scream."
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hum-suffer · 11 months ago
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I'm Yours 2
Ishan has always been a light sleeper. His mother was proud of him and his dad, a man who craved snacks at midnight, bemoaned his habits.
So when he wakes up on Sunday morning with a fresh gajra tied on his wrist, for a moment, he wonders if this is a hallucination or a dream. He blinks and pinches his thigh, the sharp sting reminding him that it's reality. He frowns, and touches the gajra. It's real.
Ishan takes a deep breath.
"Let's bathe first and then deal with this," he says to himself. Another beat passes as he reconsiders his promise to himself. "Maybe have some tea first."
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He's so fucking glad that he had the tea first.
The moment he was more awake, he was panicking.
Someone fucking broke into his house? His house? His ancestral, beloved house that had marble flooring which made clancking sounds everytime he walked? Ishan cracks his neck and takes another fortifying breath, staring at the discarded gajra on the dining table. It feels very audacious. And flattering.
The thought is horrifying and for a moment, Ishan imagines his grandfather shaking his head at the bloody idiocy Ishan possesses. Wryly, he says outloud,"I'm a very good source of entertainment, aren't I, Dadaji?"
The house obviously remains silent. In a surprising turn, the loneliness he often feels seeps right back in.
He glances at the gajra again. "Hey, at least, someone alive gets entertainment from me."
He knows he should report this. But for now, he doesn't want to care. It's a bloody Sunday and he will be damned if something ruins his Sunday, even if it's a stalker/admirer.
A message pops on his phone just as he's about to wash his cup. 'Did you like the gajra, love?'
'don't have the hair for it, dude.'
He probably shouldn't antagonise a probable sociopath.
But hey, what is life, if not had decisions taken in the spirit of loneliness?
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When he's more settled, in the evening, Ishan goes out for a walk. His body aches in protest and the ink marks on his fingers dictate his profession to anyone who cares to see.
End of semester season is horrible, but more so when he already has to plan so much. Tomorrow's the seminar for something techy— Ishan doesn't know, he's the Hindi teacher, and he'd rather prefer not to know. Those things just rot his brain and he hates the seminars more than students, probably, but he'd do just about anything to take some load off of Virat bhaiya. Jaddu almost always lightens the mood at seminars, and he's back from his holiday to Jamnagar, and Ishan is counting on him to be the better part.
Apart from Shubhman, that is.
Ishan cannot get over his silly little crush, no matter how hard he tries and he hates it. That's a celebrity. A good looking, smart philanthropist who also owns a registered firm.
Ishan doesn't know the name of the firm, he realises with a groan. He gets his phone out, shoots a quick text to Shreyas to prepare the introduction speech for Shubhman.
The admirer, has sent him another message.
'Do you have any favourite colour?'
'yes, it's the shade stfu of the colour mind your business.'
'Lol. Really, tho. Don't make me dissect your wardrobe and make a guess, love'
Ishan's eyes narrow. He's not going to be ordered around by this bullshiter.
'Be my guest, love'
'i'm gonna overlook the rudeness for that endearment'
'Im gonna kill u'. Ishan doesn't even realise he's smiling until he casts a random glance at the windows of parked car. He controls his smile instantly.
'your looks already have'
Ishan scoffs at the blatantly cheesy line. Ew. 'Stay dead.'
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'You have an awful amt of blue clothes'
The message greets Ishan early in the morning, and so does the smell of jasmines. He looks down and there it is— a gajra tied on his wrist.
The pounding headache that he already has becomes more pronounced as he passes through the motions of his schedule, the message a background chatter in his head until he has the cup of tea in his hands.
So.
That happened.
Yesterday's gajra and today's gajra, side by side, stare at Ishan. Ishan gulps. He should not have done that— any of that.
"Kya kar Raha hai tu," he mutters to himself as his thumb hovers over the block button. Why is he hesitating?
(Maybe because he doesn't care of he's dead or alive. Maybe because he wants the attention. Maybe because the idea of being so desired makes him warm. Maybe because someone only focusing on him makes him feel cherished.
Ishan doesn't dissect these ideas.)
He blocks the number and reports it for good measure.
He's already almost late— the quest to find his beloved oversized blue silk shirt had taken too much time. He's probably left it back home, maybe. He doesn't remember taking it there but he's always been clumsy so who knows? He'll continue the quest later.
The smell of jasmines cling to his nose even after he's deliberately choosen a woodsy perfume.
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Shubhman is at perfect time.
Avesh, the admin staff manager, came almost running to Ishan when Shubhman, bless him, called in advance to say that he'll be at the college withing fifteen minutes.
If Shubhman keeps this up, Ishan will do something embarassing— like quoting Hannibal or something. The sheer appreciation Ishan feels for the man is beyond words.
As always, Rohit bhaiya had forgotten the matchsticks somewhere but Jas had come through and Ishan is now running around only making sure the height of the mic and the placement of flowers.
Siraj drags him forcefully to the gate of the faculty, to greet Shubhman. A volunteer student clicks photos as Virat Bhai hugs Shubhman, who always appears star struck at the attention from their resident King. Rohit bhaiya squeezes Shubhman in a tight hug and the smile Shubhman has on his face is blinding.
(Ishan wishes someone was as happy to see him. His colleagues are always fun, but they have lives— Ishan doesn't.)
When Shubhman turns to him, Ishan can't help but stare. He's wearing a navy blazer over a white shirt and dark blue jeans. His eyes, they're dark and intense. Ishan feels frozen.
"Ishan." His voice sounds so fucking good. He steps forward and before Ishan can hold his hand out for a handshake, Shubhman steps in his personal space and gives him a side hug.
Ishan breathes in, to calm his heart, and catches a distantly familiar scent from Shubhman. It's probably a kind of perfume Ishan knows, he's obsessed with scents.
"Shubhman. It's a pleasure to meet you again."
What the FUCK is he saying. Ishan wants to dig a hole in some lonely ground and bury himself. A pleasure to meet him? Could he be anymore obvious?
"Trust me, the pleasure is all mine."
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The seminar goes on for two hours, perfectly adhering to the scheduled time and Shubhman has prepared enough to be also able to do a QnA. Ishan will marry him.
The students rush out of the seminar hall without a second thought, all of them sleepy and wanting to enjoy the rest of their day after the cancellation of their classes.
Ishan hums to himself as he wraps up the extra papers and wires, the bag for Shubhman ready to take. "Tulsi, reusable pen, certificate." He counts everything outloud and puts the bag aside. Someone lifts it up instantly. Ishan whips around, seeing Shubhman standing there grinning at him.
"Hello, there."
"Hi, Shubhman. How long have you been standing here?"
"Just long enough to hear that aap Mumbai aa sakte hai."
Ishan feels his face heat up instantly and shakes his head. Shubhman laughs. "Come on, I feel like we should close this hall before someone closes us inside it."
Would it really be so bad?
Oh god, when did he turn into a desperate teenager?
Ishan follows Shubhman out, talking about measley things like movies and songs, to see him off and help him settle with the gifts but they're met with Virat bhaiya and Rohit bhaiya standing at the gate of the faculty and a thundering rain.
Fuck.
They both despise the rain. Ishan does too, to be honest. Almost everyone at the college hates it. Mostly, because after rain, their usually pristine college roads turn into water holding corners at some areas and the greenery in their college always allows for mosquitoes after a good rain.
Virat bhaiya shakes his head,"Unnatural rains, at the time of diwali no less! Kya zindagi hai yaar."
"Why are you being dramatic?" Ishan asks with a groan,"I have to go back on my bike! I'm already applying for sick leave for tomorrow, Rohit bhaiya."
Before Rohit bhaiya can say anything, though, Shubhman frowns at him. "But why do you want to get soaked? I have my car, I'll drop you off at your place."
"Absolutely not, I'm not going to impose on you like that. And what about my bike?"
"I'll send Rutu or someone with it tomorrow to pick you up, bhai." Rohit bhaiya says. "Don't get sick uselessly! Shubhman is right, you don't need to get soaked for nothing."
Shubhman nods along,"And it's not imposing if I offered. Come on, let me do my good deed for the week."
Ishan looks helplessly at Virat bhaiya. He lifts his chin and gives him a reassuring look.
"Okay."
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shokosmokes · 2 months ago
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﹒◌﹒hockey au﹒✧﹒
part 4!
im glad u guys are enjoying this as much as i am (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ
this chapter is a short one lining up the next chapter - this one’s bit more angsty
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yuji x reader x megumi
tags:
a bit of angst, fluff, love triangle
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The crowd is roaring, but all you can hear is the steady thump of your heart against your ribs. You haven’t seen them together since that last match. The memory still clings to you, the way the air felt so thick between all three of you. Now, standing in the packed stadium, nerves bundled tightly in your stomach, you try to focus on the game.
The whistle blows, and the match begins. Yuji is all energy, his athleticism on full display as he darts across the ice. Megumi, more composed but no less skilled, skates with calculated precision. You can’t help but follow both of them, your eyes torn between their movements. It’s thrilling, but in the back of your mind, all you can think about is what will happen afterward.
When the final buzzer sounds, signaling their win, the crowd erupts. Your nerves spike again. You should be excited, but all you feel is the tension building in your chest. You make your way down toward the locker room, telling yourself to stay cool. No need to make things more awkward than they already are.
As soon as you see them—Yuji’s bright smile as he spots you, Megumi’s gaze flicking between the two of you—you know something has shifted. The three of you stand there, and despite their victory, there’s an odd weight hanging between you.
"Congrats!" you manage, your voice a little too chipper as you force a smile. “You guys were amazing out there.”
Yuji grins wider, his energy contagious. “Thanks! Did you see that shot I made? I’ve been practicing that for days.” He’s glowing with excitement, the happiness radiating off of him.
You laugh, the tension easing as you fall into your usual banter. “Oh, that shot? You mean the one you almost missed if Megumi hadn’t bailed you out?”
Yuji gasps in mock offense, slapping a hand to his chest. “Okay, rude! I had it perfectly under control!”
"Sure you did," you tease, feeling the familiar ease settle in. It feels good to talk to Yuji like this, his goofy charm always so easy to fall into.
But as the conversation flows naturally between you and Yuji, you catch glimpses of Megumi from the corner of your eye. He’s watching you both, his expression quiet, almost distant. And with every passing moment, he seems to grow more withdrawn, his usual calm presence replaced by something more guarded. It’s not like him to fade into the background like this.
Yuji, as oblivious as ever, doesn’t seem to notice. “Hey, we should all hang out this weekend. Celebrate the win, you know?”
"Yeah, maybe," you say, your voice trailing off as you glance back at Megumi. He hasn’t said a word since the conversation started, his gaze now lowered to the ground, avoiding yours.
“I gotta head out,” Megumi mutters, his voice low as he shoves his hands into his pockets. “I’ll catch you guys later.” Before you can say anything, he turns and walks off, leaving you standing there with Yuji.
You blink, confused. “Did I… did I say something?”
Yuji just shrugs, though a frown tugs at his lips. “That’s just Megumi being Megumi. Don’t sweat it.”
But it doesn’t feel right. As you watch him leave, that gnawing feeling returns, settling heavily in your chest. Something is off, and you can’t shake the sense that whatever it is, it isn’t going away.
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In the days that follow, Megumi grows even more distant. It’s not just in passing conversation—it’s like he’s actively avoiding you. No more random texts, no more inside jokes, nothing. Every time you try to talk to him, he finds a way to brush you off or disappear altogether.
The hollow ache that started small in your chest grows each time he pulls away, until it feels like all you can think about is the space between you. The moments where he would usually be are filled with silence now, and you can’t stop wondering why.
It hurts. More than you want to admit.
Then, one evening, your phone buzzes. You grab it off your bed, half-expecting it to be Megumi, hoping it will be, but it’s not. It’s Yuji.
*Hey! You wanna hang out? Been too long.*
You stare at the message, your thumb hovering over the keyboard. For a second, you consider saying no, making some excuse about being too busy. But then you think about Megumi, about how much the distance between you is eating at you, and decide that maybe you need a distraction. Something to get your mind off of it.
*Sure, when and where?* you reply.
Maybe spending time with Yuji will help. Maybe it will make the ache in your chest a little less unbearable.
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already in the midst of writing the next part so expect an update fairly soon hehe
thanks 4 the read !!
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spittingbloodandscreaming · 11 months ago
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can u do a pt2 of ur habit fic where he continues to overstimulate the reader!! I love ur writing btw XD
im so glad you like my writing!!! sorry this took me a hot second!! I wasn't sure if you wanted a direct continuation, so I kinda just ran with it. I hope it was worth the wait <3
Plaything Cnt. (HABIT x Male Reader SMUT)
WARNINGS: biting, overstimulation, hair pulling, tiny bit of blood
Habit huffs, putting his face in your hair. His weight on top of you keeps you in place, and the arm he has locked around you keeps you flush against him. His cock still is buried inside you, and you’ve lost track of how long you’ve been on the floor. You are, however, painfully aware of the cum dripping down your thighs and soaking into your jeans, and the drool pooling underneath your chin. You're not sure he ever softened inside you, but a slight adjustment of your hips has his dick throbbing. You let out a drawn-out groan of defeat as you feel his hips rutting against yours again. Habit takes the opportunity to lazily take your pants off the rest of the way. He runs a hand through your hair like he’s petting you, and aside from not killing you, it’s the nicest thing he’s done so far.
Habit decides that fucking you into the carpet is too boring. He sits up on his knees, opting to lift you by your thighs, folding you in half, and pressing your back flush against his chest. You feel his dick twitch inside of you, and already your cock is hardening again. Habit doesn’t move at all, rather moving you up and down his length like a human fleshlight. It starts off slow, but even that's enough to have your dick throbbing painfully from the overstimulation. He has his face pressed into the crook of your neck, huffing and growling animalistically as he steadily quickens his pace. You let out a strangled whine as he runs his tongue up the side of your neck, biting down hard once he reaches the base of your jaw. 
Your sensitivity is cranked up to a thousand it feels like—hot tears streaming down your face as you let out strings of pitiful whines. Habit bucks his hips up now, meeting you in the middle each time he slams you down. He's escalated to a harsh, almost punishing pace—turning your whines into full-on screams. You're seeing stars as Habit brings you to another, almost painful orgasm. Cum shoots out in long spurts that all land on your stomach, covering you in a sticky mess. 
Habit quickens his pace somehow, making it so each of his thrusts are felt throughout your entire body. It’s not too long until he rips another orgasm from you, along with an attempt at ripping a chunk of flesh out of your shoulder with his teeth. He, instead, settles for drawing blood. He licks up his mess, leaving a trail of his spit and your blood as cum smears over your stomach and thighs for the whatever-th time today. Your moans have been reduced to full-on sobbing—you’re overstimulated to the point of it being painful—and, for some reason, you can't help but enjoy it.
You’ve lost track of how much cum is on you, and how many bites and hickies litter your shoulders, and you’re not entirely able to feel your legs, but you absolutely adore it, regardless of the tears streaking down your face. You think Habit is, too. He’s growling and snarling and he has his mouth on any skin it can reach. He’s practically drooling over you. He just can’t handle how good your skin tastes, or how pretty the sounds you make are. Habit takes a mouthful of the back of your neck, sucking a deep purple hickey into your skin. He’s marking you, and somehow that makes everything ten times hotter. Oh, how possessive he’s being—you relish in it. You truly adore the idea of being his.
Habit is so deep inside you that you wouldn’t be surprised if he actually is rearranging your guts. You don’t know how he’s managed to keep the violent pace he set steady, but then again, he’s not exactly human, and you aren’t exactly complaining. By now, you aren't even bothering to hold your head up. You’re drooling and babbling out half-baked pleas, and all you get in response from Habit is a taunting laugh and a condescending spiel as you finish again—shooting blank this time.
“Oh, bunny, you shouldn’t beg; it’s not polite,” he smiles, sweat dripping down his forehead as he presses his cheek to yours. “But, since you were so inclined,” Habit says, laying you back onto the floor rather suddenly—like you’re nothing more than a ragdoll to him. He put you back in a low doggy style, grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling your head back for leverage. At this point, his hand squeezing your hip was the only thing keeping you off the floor. He’s almost drooling over you. In fact, you think he is based on the slow drips hitting you back. His thrusts are becoming erratic and messy, but they keep the same roughness they have the whole time. As his thrusts become more shallow, he’s growling audibly. His grip on both your hair and hip tightens, leaving little time before you feel his dick twitch inside of you, filling you up with hot, sticky spurts of cum—enough to send you over the edge one more time.
Habit’s breathing is a labored pant. His hand moves from your hair to around your chest, holding you against his own. He sighs, and almost gently presses a long kiss to the back of your head. He acts almost tenderly towards you, as if the past hours of testing you like his very own personal cumdump had never happened. His breathing evened, his panting turning into long, deliberate breaths. Habit tightens his hold on you just slightly, and after a deep inhale, he begins to speak.
“I really think I’m starting to love you, rabbit.”
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webslingingslasher · 11 months ago
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GIRL GAVE US A SNEAK PEEK TO THE NERDY PETE FIC ANYTHING IM STARVING
which one?
the one with mean reader, who really can't stand peter and his optimism?
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Peter looks at you, he seems almost hopeful and you have to settle the urge to toss the plate to the ground. “You talk about me?” 
You cross your arms and sneer, “don’t worry, nothing good.” 
His smile drops, “yeah, sorry. I don’t know why..” his curls bounce as he gently shakes his head before pushing the glass into your chest. “Here, eat as many as it takes to feel somewhat okay again.” 
You grip the plate and look down, they’re your favorite. 
“We, um. We have more over here, so if you want more. Or if you wanna hang out or something I’m here, so…” 
Peter’s never been a friend like this before, and it was some pity party you wanted no part of now. 
“It’s a breakup. I’m sure I can manage without you just fine.” 
His eyebrows turn in, “right. I just thought- nevermind, enjoy the cookies.” 
As you’re about to retreat he stops in the doorway, “for what it’s worth, I think he’s stupid and he’s gonna realize what he lost when it’s way too late.” 
It’s almost nice, sometimes it sucks when the person you’re supposed to hate has human peek through their armor. 
Too bad you’re more guarded than ever. 
“Well, then. It’s a good thing you’re not worth much.” 
Maybe it’s his resilience that troubles you, no matter how hard you push him away or beat him down with words he’ll pick himself back up and hand your words back in a package of self reflection. 
Today is no exception, Peter flashes you a sad smile, this one actually is filled with pity. 
“I’m sorry you’re hurting,” you didn’t have a chance to fire back. His door was already shut.
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or do we want the virgin peter?
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Peter’s head is spinning, you’re in his lap and your bra’s about to come off. 
“I’m giving you a clear warning here, when that comes off, I’m going to objectify you for at least two minutes.” 
Your movements pause, “have you never seen boobs before?” Pink cheeks, “yes. It’s why I said I’d objectify you. When I was twelve some college girl's top came off at the beach and I thought about that for like, three years.” 
“Promise you’ll only think of mine from now on?” What a dumb question. But he wouldn’t tell you that, at least not right now. “I kind of have been, but I promise.” It’s all it takes, for the first time in his life, Peter Parker has a bra on his bedroom floor. 
“Holy shit.” His entire life just changed. A winded gasp leaves him when you move your chest, he’s never seen such a beautiful bounce. “You’re…” You perk up while waiting for the release of a million compliments, you know he has them loaded. 
“Boobs. Right there. Holy shit.” 
You giggle, “wait until you find out you can touch them.” Babmi eyes take over, Peter’s voice pitched. “Touch them?” You puff your chest out and grab his hands, guiding his touch, Peter squeaks when he makes contact. 
“This is amazing. You’re amazing.” 
“Thanks, I grew them myself.” Peter hasn’t looked at your face once, his opinion still stands. “You’re amazing.” His brain clicks, eyes shoot to yours. 
“And beautiful! You’re super pretty and beautiful and you’re letting me touch your boobs and that’s really awesome.” 
“I’m glad you like them.” Because you are and his adoration has you leaning down for a kiss. 
Peter’s curious touches leave you moaning into his mouth while you grind against his beltline, this was slightly new territory. First time Peter’s touched your chest without a bra, not the first time you’ve grinded on him, but the first time you went past a few teasing brushes. 
A sharp groan leaves his lips, it sounds slightly painful. Delicate hands push you back before doing his best to ease your settling. “You gotta move, you’re digging in.” Unsure of where you’re digging, you shift around in his lap. Right then, you feel something poking your left thigh. 
You look down, it’s exactly what you thought. “Oh, wow.” 
Peter’s sheepish, “yeah…” 
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