#casual sex that isn't as casual as everyone is pretending it is

[dominimoonbeam]

Lonely Hearts Club - 4

MDNI. Nothing I do is kid friendly.

The DAVINSHER fic continues with some sweet sweet aftercare I didn't know needed to happen but here we are? Honestly, I feel like I'm just reading this fic as I type it. These characters are going to do what they do and I looooooove putting them in situations!!

David/Gavin/Asher

on ao3 to read it from the start. <3

tags: coffee shop au, non-magical au, casual sex that's not nearly as casual as everyone is pretending, aftercare

Lonely Hearts Club - 4

Asher was shaky and wrung out in a way he hadn’t been in years. Maybe ever. His head was…quiet, and that energy that seemed to always be bundled inside of him, bouncing his knee or strumming his fingers, was spent. He was still face down on the big bed. He knew he needed to get up, roll off the damn bed and find the bathroom to clean up, but he couldn’t quite convince his limbs.

The mattress dipped when Gavin came back. Asher opened his eyes, surprised how close he’d been to passing out. He wasn’t the sort of person who fell asleep after sex. He wasn’t the sort of person who fell asleep easily anytime. Fuck. He had to get up. He laughed at himself and just this whole amazing situation. Gavin was perfect. Even more reason he needed to leave on a good note so he didn’t make this awkward.

A hand he had become very familiar with touched his back, the perfect amount of pressure before sliding up his spine. His whole body shivered when he grabbed the back of his neck briefly before sliding his fingers into Asher’s hair and tugging lightly, turning his head to get a look at him.

“I’m going. I’m going,” Asher said with a smile.

“I think I preferred when you were yelling, I’m coming, I’m coming…” Gavin used his fingers to comb Asher’s hair back. He thought he was just playing with it at first and then he realized the other man was gently collecting the mess of strands into a tie again.

His arms shook when he pushed himself up. His whole body still felt twitchy and unsteady.

“I thought you said you didn’t need to be anywhere tonight?” Gavin asked, a note of worry there—not irritated or offended, just worried like he might have misunderstood the plan.

Asher shook his head. “I don’t. But if I stay down much longer I might fall asleep.” He huffed a laugh, still a little alarmed at how shaky his legs were. He wasn’t a hundred percent sure he could stand and walk to the bathroom yet. “That was fucking amazing.”

Gavin smiled, hands on his back and his shoulders. “So, fall asleep. I’ll clean you up.” His voice was so dark and smooth.

Asher froze. Clean him up? He’d done plenty of casual hookups and a handful of serious relationships. No one had ever offered to take care of him after.

-

Gavin stilled, his hands lifting off of Asher’s body like he’d said his safe word.

They didn’t have a safe word. He didn’t always have them with his partners just because some of them seemed to take some personal pride in not using it even when they needed it, and most forget them anyway when they wanted out. He preferred to check in and just ask. He liked being in control and he trusted himself to do that—to pay attention to his partners. He had always been good at reading people and in the bedroom, it was where he got most of his enjoyment.

“We didn’t talk about aftercare,” he said, realizing it as he spoke. They’d flirted with so many ideas and tonight had been a lot of talking about what they liked. Asher had been fucking amazing. His stamina was insane and he was somehow even more erotic in person than he’d been on the phone playing with fantasies.

He’d tensed up when Gavin suggested he take it easy. Was it because he said he could sleep here or because he offered to take care of him? Was it too much? Too close to a relationship? Gavin wasn’t sure what Asher was used to in casual sex but considering his allergy to admitting to his own lines, he didn’t imagine it was particularly nurturing. But he’d been in long term relationships too… Maybe he thought this was too serious?

“Is this too touchy for you after? Obviously, you can do whatever you want, sugar, but after everything we just…” He exhaled a breath caught perfectly between confidence and insecurity. He knew exactly how to take care of his partners after a session, but he didn’t know how Asher liked things in the wake of sex. "I usually take care of my partners after. Especially after something that intense.” The last thing he wanted was to scare Asher off thinking he was trying to get serious on him when they’d agreed this was a friendship.

Asher hesitated. His arms and legs were shaking and Gavin was more than ready to get off the bed if he really did try to get up right now. “Really?” He sounded surprised, looking back at him over one shoulder.

Gavin stared back at him, for a second not sure what he was asking. Did he doubt that Gavin was really offering? No. He was surprised that Gavin did this for his partners. “Fuck, sugar… Yes.” He touched him, stroking his back and gently guiding him back down onto the bed. “Did you really think I’d push you out the door after?”

Asher sighed, the muscles in his thighs jumping. “I don’t want to stay too long and make it awkward for you…”

Gavin rolled his eyes and grabbed one of the towels he’d come back from the bathroom with before Asher tried to bolt. It was warm and wet. “Not to sound full of myself… but I don’t think you could walk out of here right now even if you wanted to.”

Asher snorted and then inhaled sharply when Gavin pressed the warm washcloth against his skin and then stroked it up his thigh. He exhaled in a slow sigh, his eyelids dragging shut. “Fuck…” He practically purred. “Well, as someone who was recently full of you…”

Gavin grinned, his own dick twitching at the memory and turn of phrase even though he was spent.

“I think you might be right,” Asher confirmed.

“I usually am.” Gavin made slow and thorough work of wiping him down. “Just relax. If you fall asleep, that’s fine.”

“You really do this after?” Asher asked, voice low and easy, eyelids still shut but a small crease in his brow. He really was too good—thinking this was anything.

Gavin tossed one washcloth off the side of the bed and grabbed another, gently wiping his neck and then his face. “It’s called aftercare…” He really hated that he didn’t seem to know any of this. Asher had proclivities that suggested he liked to sub and definitely had before. This shouldn’t be new. “I think we’re going to have to have a conversation about expectations before we set you loose on strangers…”

Asher hummed. “Yes. Give me the sex talk…”

Gavin laughed at the easy, almost flirtatious joke the other man had made out of this. He tossed the second washcloth away. “When someone asks what you’re into,” he said, because the joke might be the best chance to really talk about this. “You’ve got a praise kink.”

Asher’s eyes flew open and he sat up. “What? No I don’t,” he almost stuttered out the words. “I don’t have a kink.”

Gavin really did laugh then. “Everyone has kinks! And you definitely have a praise kink! You literally busted when I told you what a good boy you’d been for me.”

Color flushed the other man’s face. “I-I… was just.. anyone would…”

Gavin straddled his thighs and cupped his face in his hands. “Hey. There’s nothing wrong with it. No one is going to say there is and that’s definitely not why I’m saying it. I’m just telling you what words to use to get what you want.” He watched some of that initial panic ease out of Asher’s expression, his thumbs stroking his cheeks. “You’re a soft dom’s dream, sugar. I promise. You were fucking amazing.”

Asher’s breath caught and Gavin had to bite back pointing how the proof of what he was trying to say.

“The problem is, this thing where you’re afraid to draw lines and upset the person you’re with would also make you the dream of a lot of other kinds of partners…”

Asher flopped back onto the bed, looking up at Gavin still naked on his lap. “Are you worried about me?” he asked like it was a joke.

“Yeah, kinda.”

Asher laughed. “Dude, I literally work security. You don’t need to worry about it. I can leave whenever I want to.”

Gavin felt a pain somewhere in his chest. He really wasn’t sure that was true. Just the bits he’d gleaned about Asher’s ex seemed like he’d stayed through a lot of stuff he shouldn’t have. “You could, but I’m not sure you would…”

Asher tensed, smile gone.

Gavin rolled off of him and onto his feet, not wanting to feel like he was trapping the other man under him. Not like this anyway. He could have just left it like that. He could changed the subject. He was sure Asher would go with it and find a good mood again, and it would feel safer for Gavin too. He liked sex and partners and people in general, but he didn’t usually hand too much of himself away. “I just don’t want to see you get hurt,” he explained, pulling a drawer open and finding some clean sweats.

-

Asher watched Gavin get dressed.

He wasn’t sure what to make of what he was telling him. He understood, of course he did, but for some reason he struggled to believe it. It wasn’t that he doubted Gavin. So, what did that say about him?

“So, should I get a sticker?” Asher asked.

Gavin turned to blink at him.

Asher held back a smirk. “Like a ‘slut for praise’ sticker? Something to let people know?”

Gavin laughed, the sound rich and bursting out of him. His hand went to his mouth like he could catch it.

Asher grinned. He loved that sound and that reaction. “Thank you,” he added quietly.

Gavin nodded and tossed another pair of sweats to him.

Asher caught them and blinked. His jeans weren’t dirty.

“Do you want to hang out? We can order food.”

Asher felt himself beam before he could keep his cool. “Yeah! I mean, yeah, I could eat.”

Gavin’s smile turned sly. “Oh, I know you can, sugar.”

Getting out of bed, he pulled on the pants. There was something about wearing Gavin’s clothes that made his heart beat faster.

“Are you kidding?”

Asher looked up, suddenly afraid he’d been caught, but Gavin was looking at his phone. Before he could decide if he should be giving him privacy, Gavin closed the distance and put them shoulder to shoulder. His phone had a text conversation open.

It was just one message.

Hey. It’s David.

Asher blinked, at first not sure who it was or why—“No fucking way!” he grabbed Gavin’s hand with the phone.

Gavin laughed. “I gave him my number and said if he was interested in the Lonely Hearts Club and going to the club with us this weekend to get in touch, and if not then we’d take the hint and stop bringing it up.”

Asher nodded, still staring at the message. He had actually texted them. Asher wasn’t really surprised because who could resist Gavin? But also, David had been resisting Gavin. “Are you going to reply?”

Gavin laughed, bumping their hips together. “Grab your fucking phone and let’s move this party to the living room. We’re going to start a group chat!”

[imagining-in-the-margins]

CM Friends with Benefits

Hey everyone! Thank you so much to everyone who joined us. I am so happy to share everyone’s hard work. If you have a oneshot or masterlist you’d like me to add, please send me a message - new additions are always welcome.

SFW S.R./Reader

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Play Dates by me: (GN) Reader learns Spencer hasn’t had many dates and offers to share several Play Dates.

Astraphobia by me: (Fem) Reader and Spencer share their embarrassing fears.

The Only Exception by me: (GN) Reader is beginning to believe in love again.

NSFW S.R./Fem!Reader (18+)

It’s Too Cliché by me: Reader and Spencer are the worst at being friends with benefits.

Damaged Goods by @foxy-eva: The belief that they were both undeserving of love led Spencer and Reader into each other's arms.

Yours by @aliteralsemicolon: Spencer never thought he’d be lucky enough to find Reader.

Heavenly by @dudeitiskarev: Reader confesses that she's a virgin, and she asks Spencer to be her first.

Wildest Dreams by @ghsface: It was a one night thing.

Crawling Back to You by @incognit0slut: Reader never planned on having a fling with her brother's friend.

A Kindness You Can't Afford by @mercy-burning: It started as 'stress relief between co-workers,' but now Reader can't help herself.

Relax, I've Got You by @reidmotif: Reader isn't great at handling stress. Luckily, Spencer knows how to make her feel better.

I'm Your Fluffer by @reiderwriter: Spencer is Reader's boyfriend without the benefits.

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Safe Place by @sinfulspencer: After a hard case, Spencer takes comfort in Reader's body. 

Casual by @waywardxrhea: Reader thought that her sexcapades with Spencer had meant more to him.

Goddess, Soft by @none-of-your-bullshit: Spencer gets jealous.

Lost Time by me: Reader and Spencer spend their mandatory leave on vacation. As "friends."

NSFW Other xReaders (18+)

Passionate Reunion by @badathumanemotions: (Emily/Fem) Reader's in town on business and takes the opportunity to reconnect.

Stepping into Desire by @badathumanemotions: (Emily/Fem) Emily decides to wear heels and a tight skirt to catch the attention of a certain co-worker.

Medicine at Midnight by @pkg4mumtown: (Hotch/GN) A night out with the team leads to either the best or worst mistake Reader could have made.

Sneaky Touch by @tjwritesfanfics: (Hotch/Fem) Hotch is only a man and maybe Reader should wait until they get home to tempt him.

After Hours by @badathumanemotions: (Emily/Fem/Spencer) The trio has an arrangement.

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Character Pairings

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[luffington]

hiii im the anon from way back when now that ur at whole cake i wanted to spin the block on my sabo request from earlier (of course only if you want to no pressure!)

✧.* art credit!

➤ prompt: can i request a sabo x f!reader who’s a strawhat who joins the revolutionary army alongside robin during the timeskip and immediately hits it off and becomes close friends with him while on baltigo and then reunites with him in dressrosa [fwb trope perhaps?? 👀👀]

➤ pairing: sabo x afab!reader

➤ word count: 2.5k

➤ warnings: dom!sabo, semi-public sex, praise kink, thigh riding, facial, friends with benefits, fluff, fem reader

in episode of sabo he officially entered the colosseum competition but it’s never explained in canon so let’s pretend he somehow snuck in before the final battle hehe

i really hope you like this after waiting for so long!! :') i've only seen him in dressrosa so i'm sorry if this isn't accurate to his character in future arcs! (also if you can't tell i Love koala <3)

NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

Soldiers with guns ready to fire surrounded you the moment you landed on Baltigo. In a panic, you insisted that you weren’t an intruder. You didn’t even know where you were intruding. One moment you were on Sabaody Archipelago and then Bartholomew Kuma touched you and suddenly you were soaring through the air in a giant bubble — and that made them pause. Kuma would never send an enemy to their headquarters. The paw-shaped crater left behind was undeniable proof of your story, and your bounty poster confirmed that you were a Straw Hat Pirate instead of a spy. With no plausible way to get back to your crew, you decided to temporarily join the Revolutionary Army. 

About a week later, Sabo returned from a successful assignment and was enthusiastically welcomed back by everyone at the base. He seemed nice enough, but as the chief of staff, he obviously had more pressing issues to attend to than getting to know a new recruit. He would give you a friendly wave whenever he saw you, but nothing more.

Then the news of Ace’s death came and all of his memories flooded back. He was absolutely heartbroken, but you didn’t want to intrude on such a personal moment for a man you hardly knew, so you decided to leave him alone. Instead, you begged to borrow a ship to find your captain, who must’ve also been suffering terribly. 

As soon as Sabo heard you mention Luffy, he remembered that you were a Straw Hat – and you’d been with them long enough to have met Ace in Alabasta. He quickly latched onto you and you were more than happy to tell him stories about his brothers, as well as your brief encounter with Garp. Robin arrived at Baltigo a few days after Luffy’s appearance in the newspaper and gladly joined your conversations, but slyly gave the two of you lots of alone time.

You liked Sabo more and more each time you talked to him. It didn’t take long to notice his similarities to his family – they all had the same reckless confidence, happy-go-lucky attitudes, and admirable dedication to whatever cause they put their mind to. Even Dragon shared these qualities under his stony exterior (and you realized in horror that you now knew that entire insane family). 

But the blonde was flirty. And touchy. The friendly hugs he gave you grew longer and more intimate; his hands lingered on your shoulders and brushed against your thighs. You were delighted to reciprocate – though you had no romantic feelings for him, he was undeniably gorgeous. Sexual tension between you grew until it exploded with the help of several bottles of cheap sake and a shared hotel room. He pinned you down and fucked you dumb until you were covered in cum and screaming his name. Poor Koala in the neighboring room was traumatized, especially by the sound of your bedframe collapsing.

Sabo became your best friend and your best stress reliever, effortlessly transitioning from casual conversations to shoving his dick down your throat. Being in the Revolutionary Army was incredibly dangerous, of course, but Sabo always made sure you were well-protected and cared for. However, you still had no doubts about returning to the Straw Hats after two years had passed. You were sad to leave your friend, but he promised you’d see each other again. 

You didn’t realize it would be so soon.

Only two weeks after you departed for Sabaody, you found yourself wandering the colorful cobblestone streets of Dressrosa in an admittedly terrible disguise. Separated from your crew and searching for the SMILE Factory despite having no leads. Everything about the country, its citizens, and Law’s supposedly flawless plan felt strange. 

But what caught you off-guard the most was a hooded figure passing by and grabbing your arm, leaning close to your ear, and using a very familiar voice to whisper, “Hey.”

A hint of soft blonde hair peeking out from under the fabric nearly gave you a heart attack. “Sabo?!”

He quickly clamped a gloved hand over your mouth, shutting you up immediately. He brought his face close to yours, whispering in a teasing tone, “Are you trying to blow my cover? Naughty girl.” Your cheeks burned bright red.

Sabo glanced around cautiously, but no one in the streets spared a fleeting glance at the two of you. The majority of Dressrosans were further down the block in a large open plaza, watching the Colosseum match broadcast in real time. The opening ceremony had just finished and the first round was beginning. He didn’t give a shit – he only needed to pay attention to Hack in round two. 

“C’mon, let’s talk somewhere else.” The blonde grabbed your hand and led you down a back alley hidden behind a row of shops. Once you were sufficiently shielded by a stack of wooden storage crates, he pulled down the hood of his brown cloak.

“What the hell are y–” Soft lips slammed against your own as he caged you against the wall, pulling you into a heated kiss and biting your bottom lip. Sabo was as unpretentious as ever, not wasting any time to take what he wanted. Fingers trailing up your thigh in a very obvious way before he grabbed the meat of your ass. 

“Figured it was better than a hug,” he laughed. A beautiful sound that you missed hearing every day. He kissed along your cheek then nipped at your earlobe, causing you to flinch. “You know I’m here to stop Doflamingo’s weapons trade. I don’t have a lot of time, but I needed to see you and make sure you’re doing okay.” 

Sabo paused to run his hand down your chest until it reached your clothed core, palming you through your pants. You whimpered and instinctively bucked into his touch.

“And have a quickie. It’s been too long since I felt this pretty cunt. Don’t know when I’ll get a chance again,” he growled against your neck, using two fingers to stroke the outline of your pussy lips and push the rough fabric tighter against you.

“B-but we’re in the middle of the street…” You glanced at the sunny entrance to the alleyway, heart racing at the thought of someone seeing you. 

“I wouldn’t say the middle,” the blonde chuckled, gesturing to the desolate space around you. “Besides, with everything happening today, I don’t think public indecency is anyone’s biggest concern.”

You bit your lip anxiously, but the feeling of his warm body pressed against yours and his lips moving down your neck overrode all rational thoughts. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t fantasize about him pounding into your cunt every night since you left the Army. Plus, his cloak was large enough to completely shield your bodies from any prying eyes. To any passerby, you would look like a couple engaging in a little too much PDA – not a rare sight in the kingdom of love.

“W-why–” Your breath hitched as he shoved his hands under your top to roughly squeeze your breasts. “Why did Dragon decide to do this operation now? The meeting we had was–” You tried your best to stifle a lewd moan, the soft leather of his gloves not hiding the roughness of his fingers tugging at your nipples. “W-was weeks ago…”

“Can we please not talk about Dragon while I’m trying to fuck you?” Sabo pouted cutely, making you giggle. “We’ll have a real conversation later, I promise. I need my little stress relief toy right now.” He shoved one of his knees between yours, tensed thigh pressing insistently on your cunt. “Grind that cute pussy on my leg. Show me how much she missed me.” His eyes darkened when you immediately complied, letting out cute whimpers at the delicious friction. “Fuck, that’s so hot.”

Loud cheering echoed down the street, likely related to the tournament, and you instinctively turned towards the sound. Sabo gripped your chin and forced you to face him again. 

“Hey. Eyes on me.” You nodded obediently, and he whispered “good girl” before shoving his tongue down your throat. You tangled your fingers in his soft blonde locks, running your thumb over his scarred cheek affectionately. He truly was so handsome.

Deciding your pace was too slow, the blonde grabbed your hip and roughly guided your core back and forth on his thigh. His noticeable bulge strained against the fabric of his elegant cadet gray pants – even undercover, he was as well-dressed as always. “Sabo, please…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you exactly what you want.” He unbuckled his belt and let his cock spring free, bouncing against his stomach and standing proudly at full hardness. Your pants were abruptly yanked down to your knees next. Sabo didn’t miss the chance to take off his glove and swipe a finger through your wet folds, making you shiver. “You’re already dripping.”

“You’re one to talk,” you smirked, playfully running your palm up his length and wiping away the precum beading at the top.  

“Such a fucking tease.” He groaned, pretty eyes darkening. “Lift your leg for me.” 

You kicked your pants off completely and did as you were told. Sabo hooked his hand under your knee, tilting your pelvis towards him for the best angle to fuck into you. Paused to adjust his cloak, making sure you were completely concealed, and looked around for any prying eyes. Once he was satisfied with your relative privacy, he lined up his cock with your entrance, tauntingly tapping the head against your puffy clit.

“Wait, Sabo. Condom.”

“Don’t have any.” He shrugged and your eyes widened. “What? They’re not exactly essential on an espionage mission.”

You frowned, but it was too late to find one now. “Just don’t cum inside, okay?”

“‘Course not.” He chuckled lightheartedly, contrasting with the rough way he thrust his dick inside your cunt, fully sheathing it inside in one go. It stretched out your pussy perfectly, hitting every sensitive spot inside you.

“Oh, fuck,” you whined, throwing your head back, realizing too late how loud you were and quickly covering your own mouth. Sabo’s gaze darkened with lust and a smug sense of pride that he made you cry out like a whore. 

“Weren’t you concerned about being caught?” The blonde snickered, grinding his hips against yours in slow circles. He yanked your hand away, pressed a chaste kiss against your lips, then thrust his removed glove in your mouth. Not caring that it would definitely be soaked in spit by the end. 

Sabo braced one hand on the wall next to your head and fucked you hard and fast, bullying your cunt and smacking his balls against your skin with every thrust. Even without any time pressure, this was how you normally had sex – he was always impatient and greedy to take whatever he wanted, and you were more than willing to give him everything. 

The filthy sound of your wet walls squelching around his cock and his debauched groans filled your ears. You clenched onto his overcoat for stability and buried your face in the crook of his neck, but he tangled his fingers in your hair and yanked your head back. “Eyes on me, remember?”

You nodded, unable to do anything but let out muffled moans around his glove. Eyes glazed over and drool dripped down your chin. Your fucked-out expression went straight to his cock and made him rut into you even faster, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix. Feeling himself getting close, he flicked your clit and rubbed tight circles on the bundle of nerves. He leaned forward to kiss a sensitive spot right under your jaw – you never told him that he couldn’t give you hickies.

“You gonna cum?” A rhetorical question. He could definitely feel how soaked you were around him, how you desperately met his thrusts and sucked his dick in even deeper. Your body would’ve collapsed long ago if he wasn’t there to pin you in place and use you like a fuckdoll. The blonde whispered absolute filth with interludes of praise into your ear to help you to the edge even faster. 

Divine pleasure consumed your body as you hit your peak, cunt tightening around Sabo’s cock and nearly causing him to empty his balls inside of you. He carefully restrained himself to honor your request – and he had a better idea, anyways.

Once the aftershocks of your orgasm had subsided and you descended back to reality, Sabo pulled out of you. His dick was angry red and painfully hard. After removing the sticky glove from your mouth, he commanded, “On your knees.”

Your shaky legs gave out and you sank to the ground, knees hitting the solid stone street hard enough to bruise, but you barely noticed. The blonde positioned his cock in front of your face and rapidly jerked off inches away from you. You opened your mouth obediently and he murmured “fuck” underneath his breath. 

He bit his lip hard enough to bleed when he came seconds later. Thick strings of white painted your face and barely landed in your mouth. You looked up at him with cum on your eyelashes, slightly annoyed but incredibly aroused. “Sorry,” he panted with a grin, and clearly not apologetic at all. “You’re just so goddamn sexy like this.”

You swallowed the drops of cum lucky enough to land in your mouth. Sabo wiped the rest off with his cloak — it was his mess to clean, after all – then pinched your cheek lovingly. He helped you fix your clothes and hair to make sure it didn’t look like you just had rough sex in a random alleyway. 

A muffled Transponder Snail rang in his coat pocket. He looked at you for permission, and you grinned and told him he could answer it. 

“I’ve been trying to reach you!” Koala’s annoyed voice shouted through the Snail. You were obviously too preoccupied to hear any of her previous attempts to call him. “Hack lost to some green-haired weirdo. Can you figure out a way to get inside the Colosseum? We need to find that underground port.”

Sabo quickly handed you the Snail. “Hi, Koala,” you giggled.

“Oh, hey! What are you doing here?” She brightened up immediately at the sound of your voice. There was a small pause as she took a moment to process, then the Snail mimicked her furious expression. “Sabo, what the hell? Really?!”

He laughed loudly. “I couldn’t help myself. But I’ll go now.”

“You better.” Koala grumbled, then said goodbye to you in a much nicer tone. 

The blonde turned to you apologetically, but you just smiled and said, “Go win the Flare-Flare Fruit. You deserve it.” Then gave him a good-luck peck on the cheek, which made his face light up into a giant grin. “And find Luffy while you’re at it!”

After the chaos of the day was over, Sabo met you and the Straw Hats at Kyros’s house, where you were finally able to sit down and chat for a while. Before he left, he repeated his promise that he’d see you again no matter what. 

[chantiepie]

💞ESPRESSO💞 Yoongi +18

Yoongi x Reader

Synopsis: You are the complete opposite of Yoongi... And he can't get you out of his head.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, masturbation.

Words: 5k.

ko-fi ☕

Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh Is it that sweet? I guess so

You liked pink, feeling the morning sun caress your skin as you went for your morning run. Your favorite coffee was with milk, you enjoyed pop music, your shoes were always soft and colorful, perfectly matching the delicate bows adorning your wavy hair.

Yoongi was the complete opposite. He preferred black. At night, he went out to drink whiskey, finding comfort in the smooth burn of the drink. In the mornings, it was pure coffee, without the addition of milk or sugar, just the invigorating bitterness to awaken his senses. Ink stained his skin, almost covering it completely, each drawing telling a story he kept to himself.

He couldn't understand where that attraction to You came from. He spent hours thinking about pink bows, something he had never done before. It all started three months ago, when you walked into the bar accompanied by some people he already knew. The moment your eyes met his, it was as if a magnet drew him to you. Throughout the night, even as he tried to disguise it, it was difficult for Yoongi to look away.

He mentally thanked his friend when he called his group to join them, even though there was no direct interaction between you.

After 10 minutes, he watched you, laughing at everything that was happening, engaging in lively conversations with the group.

After that encounter, things went from bad to worse for Yoongi. He was never one to get emotionally involved with anyone, preferring casual or no-strings-attached relationships. However, your presence stirred something within him in a way he couldn't understand. You were everything he avoided: outgoing, funny, sweet, the type of girl who seemed destined for a conventional life, marrying some heir who majored in business at Harvard and now works at a major Wall Street investment firm.

In that regard, he wasn't wrong. Yoongi, after that night, didn't make any advances since he discovered during the conversation that you were committed and that your boyfriend couldn't attend because he was tired, having recently been promoted. Nevertheless, he couldn't help but think about you, even when he tried to keep his distance.

Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso

The second time you guys met, during a game night, or as they call it when the real goal is just to drink, Taehyung asks about your boyfriend. Yoongi continues to pour whiskey pretending not to hear..You respond that he's not coming because he's been really busy lately and quickly try to change the subject by letting out your classic laughs. 'What a surprise,' Tae whispers while sending only an eye roll. You listen, ignoring afterwards. However, Yoongi realizes that something isn't right in your reaction.

During the small party, as he scans the room, most people are standing around smoking or chatting, and the lights are partially dimmed, emitting only a kind of light that slowly changes colors. He notices two shadows in a corner near the kitchen and quickly realizes it's you and Jimin talking. From the movements and body language, he can see your expression of disappointment, with a look of indignation that he can't ignore. It's not sadness, but rather a clear disappointment that hangs over you.

Min rises from the couch, deliberately ignoring the tempting gestures of the redhead seeking his attention. With determined steps, he crosses the room, passing by everyone without exchanging a word, and ascends the stairs towards the balcony on the upper floor of the house. His steps echo softly through the hallway as he approaches the open area of the balcony, where the night breeze welcomes him.

Upon reaching the balcony, Min takes a deep breath of the cool night air before reaching for his pack of cigarettes and lighter. He eagerly seeks nicotine, longing to find brief relief from the tensions surrounding him.

The glass door is open, inviting him to enter. He settles into one of the chairs, immersing himself in his own thoughts, when he notices someone approaching and sitting beside him. He recognizes the presence without needing to check.

"Can I have one?" The question is simple but loaded with meaning. Min needs no more than that to understand. Without uttering a word, he extends the cigarette along with the lighter, sharing the gesture in silent understanding

"Someone asked about you yesterday," Jungkook, a guy who recently started working at the same bar as Yoongi, said casually as the two of them organized the glasses to open the establishment.

Jungkook, the youngest among the staff, was still attending university, carving out his path for the future. The guy had moved to the capital in a rush, without having had time to plan properly. Now, he found himself dependent on his parents for expenses, which made him feel like a burden on his shoulders. Determined to become more independent and relieve the financial burden on his family, Jungkook began looking for part-time jobs or ones that were only on weekends, which led him to Hoseok, who introduced him to the opportunity to work at the bar.

The next morning was just another ordinary workday for Yoongi. As he organized the glasses, his mind wandered among the bar's tasks.

"Someone asked about me?" Yoongi asked, trying to disguise his interest, but his curiosity was evident in his tone of voice.

"Yes, it was a girl," Jungkook replied, grabbing more glasses to organize. "She seemed interested in getting to know you better."

A shiver ran down Yoongi's spine. Was it her? Was she finally showing some interest? He couldn't help but feel a mixture of hope and anxiety.

"Do you know her name?" Yoongi asked, trying to sound casual.

Jungkook thought for a moment before responding. "I think it was... Yuna? Yeah, I think that was it."

The excitement on his face quickly faded, turning into a bored expression. He remembered her, the redhead, she was very pretty, but his mind was already made up.

Jungkook noticed, but chose to stay silent about it, quickly changing the subject and focusing on Hoseok's birthday that would take place at the bar in a month.

I can't relate to desperation My "give a fucks" are on vacation And I got this one boy and he won't stop calling When they act this way, I know I got 'em

The third time he saw you... Well... He wasn't sure if he really saw you or if it was just his mind conjuring up your image. It was late at night, during his off-duty hours, and Yoongi was outside a liquor store, along with some customers who had become closer to him. The night was too hot to stay indoors, so he decided to accept one of their invitations to hang out. Let's just say it was just for drinking and smoking outside some liquor store downtown.

After many bottles, including one being accidentally dropped on the ground, he looked at a corner and there you were, or at least he thought it was you. You were wearing a blue dress that reached mid-thigh, adorned with a large bow of the same color adorning your hair from behind.

Suddenly, everything flooded back into his mind, as if a wave of memories hit him, turning into a tangled mess of soft colors, filled with smiles and shared moments, as if he were reliving a scene from a romantic movie. Among the flashes of memory, images of cute teddy bears and affectionate gestures emerged.

It seemed incredibly real, but it all happened so fast. He began to doubt his own sanity, something he had been doing for some time, and the idea of ​​going after to find out who that person was came to his mind. Under the influence of the adrenaline that alcohol provided, he began to seriously consider the possibility of acting, taking advantage of the fact that nobody he was with knew you. This propelled him to overcome his shyness and hesitation, especially in front of the common circle of friends you shared.

One of the friends, probably taller and louder, nudged him on the shoulder with a wide smile. "Hey, Min! What are you staring at so intently? If you keep frowning like that, you'll get more wrinkles."

Yoongi shook his head, trying to play it off. "No, it's nothing. Just... I think I saw someone familiar over there on the corner."

The friend laughed, patting the pale man's back. "Ah, okay, we get it. Let's focus on the bottles, alright?"

Yoongi just nodded, but deep down, the glimpse he had of the figure on the corner continued to echo in his mind, like a soft melody he couldn't forget.

Walked in and dream came trued it for ya Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya

"Please, Madonna is a queen," you declare to Jimin with conviction as you both enter the venue, amidst a lively debate about pop divas worthy of a Twitter thread.

"Not just a queen, she's a goddess, along with Cher, baby," Jimin backs up his argument.

The bar belonged to Yoongi, and it was a cozy yet stylish establishment tucked away in a trendy corner of the city. The entrance greeted patrons with a neon sign flickering with warm hues, drawing them into a world where music and conversation flowed freely. Inside, dim lighting cast a soft glow over plush velvet couches and rustic wooden tables, creating an atmosphere that was both inviting and intimate. The walls were adorned with vintage posters of iconic musicians and artists, adding a touch of nostalgia to the modern ambiance. Behind the sleek bar counter, shelves lined with an impressive array of spirits and liquors glimmered under the spotlights, inviting guests to indulge in their favorite drinks. As you and Jimin settled into your seats, the sound of laughter and the clinking of glasses filled the air.

The noise of the music in the bar was loud, but not loud enough to prevent Yoongi from hearing your voice as you entered the establishment. His eyes locked onto you, dressed in a pink dress that hugged your curves irresistibly, outlining each contour with elegance. The suggestive neckline added a touch of boldness, leaving anyone who looked at you drooling with admiration. Your hair cascaded over your shoulders, framing a delicately made-up face that exuded confidence and charm. You seemed like a vision of pure sophistication and sensuality, and a subtle hint of jealousy struck Yoongi, though it was something he would never admit out loud.

Finally, it was Hoseok's birthday party, and the bar was packed, considering he was so sociable, seemingly friends with half the city. Yoongi didn't know even 20% of the people there, but he had let his friend invite whoever he wanted as a gift.

As a way to not make it too obvious that he had a crush on you, Yoongi kept himself busy with party duties. He served drinks, helped set up with Jungkook and Taehyung, who, by some miracles, actually started to pitch in... More often than not, they ended up hindering rather than helping.

As they worked on the preparations, Yoongi occasionally cast furtive glances in your direction, observing your movements and conversations with the other guests.

He found himself looking at you again, chatting animatedly with Jimin. You whispered to each other and glanced around, seemingly engaged in a private conversation that no one else could hear. His attention was soon taken when the music stopped, and he saw the guest of honor for the night on the small stage used for live music nights.

"I'm glad everyone's here and I want to thank you all, but especially Yoongi," Hoseok pointed to the dark corner of the bar where his friend was busy making drinks. When Yoongi realized that all eyes were on him, he felt a warmth creeping up his cheeks. But what really embarrassed him was noticing that you were watching him with your big eyes and a smile that made your face glow. "He provided this exclusive space for us. This party would have been impossible without you, brother."

He definitely wasn't used to being the center of attention, and the sensation made him uncomfortable.

As the party was in full swing, a sweet pop song started playing, and that's when he noticed the commotion around him. You were closer to him, and he didn't know how that happened, but something slipped from your lips as you stared into his eyes:

"Oh, he looks so cute wrapped 'round my finger."

You put the straw to your lips and gave him a slight smile. Before he realized it, you had vanished into the crowd.

But this empty space didn't remain so for long. Jimin, the guy he always saw you with everywhere. Something Yoongi suspected at first until he realized, through social media, that besides you being really friends, the guy with the big lips and cute smile had a girlfriend who strangely looked a lot like him. Jimin also got closer to Yoongi a bit before you showed up. He was friendly, not always, but had an aura of a playful boy.

"You got the message, right?" Jimin stopped in front of Yoongi and said this with a somewhat arrogant smile on his face as he nodded toward the upstairs, which not ironically was where Yoongi kept a second home when he wanted to escape from the world or felt too tired to go to his luxury apartment. The older man returned the smile, not wanting to show that he was lost.

"What are you two up to?"

"Why would we be up to anything?"

"You know you're always involved in something, right?" Yoongi raised his left eyebrow slightly as he questioned.

"Are we communicating in questions now?" Jimin repeated the act.

Yoongi remained silent, just waiting for the next response.

"Uh, I'm just getting things done here," he spoke again, pointing to Yoongi's house with his head. Jimin was already pushing him towards the stairs, not allowing Yoongi to think things through. "I need you to grab JK's bag, he left it there."

"Why is his bag in my house?"

"I don't know, just go already."

Yoongi climbed the stairs, trying to go unnoticed, a bit suspicious about what was going on. As he entered through the wooden door, he found the place completely silent and everything in place, the small living room and kitchen were in perfect order, with no sign of anything suspicious. He decided to turn back and return, but before he could do that, a loud noise coming from the bathroom made him freeze in place.

"That's a heavy door," the unmistakable female voice reached his ears, and in seconds, he understood all the strangeness that had occurred downstairs. You appeared in the hallway leading to the bedroom, perfect as always, but stumbling a bit with your tall white boots, most likely due to the force of the door.

Yoongi quickly turned around trying to leave the place unnoticed, but when he tried to open the door, it was locked from the outside. He mentally cursed Jimin for whatever the hell he was trying to do. He turned his gaze to you.

"Uh," he cleared his throat, trying to get your attention. Your surprised expression gave away that something was wrong, but he could see a hint of shyness glimmering in your eyes.

"Yoo-o-ngi?" You cleared your throat, still a bit incredulous. "Is something wrong? I needed to wash my hands. You know? Drinks, dancing, spilled... Jungkook told Jimin and that you authorized me to come here because of the bathroom line... Um, that's it, I guess?" It was like a meltdown, you spoke hurriedly in seconds, Yoongi barely caught on. That nervousness had an explanation.

What Yoongi didn't know was that you were enchanted by his figure, the way he remained mysterious, his large and firm hands holding the whiskey glass... Yoongi was far from the type of guy you were used to dating and attracting, but people like him were your ideal type of guy, the one you imagined before falling asleep or when watching a romantic comedy. It wasn't just a crush, you genuinely had developed an admiration for him in this short period of time. His organization and the way he fought for his goals were like a moment of silence in the daily chaos.

It was difficult for you to find a moment to talk to him because it seemed like the only thing he knew how to do was work. Besides, it would be strange to show up alone at his bar, right?

But it was becoming complicated to hide when you two met. Most of your friends had already noticed your glances, you weren't someone who could pretend. Now, in front of him, alone in a place illuminated only by the moonlight, it was difficult to hide.

"Jungkook didn't warn you, did he? I'm sorry, I-I..."

"Y/N," Yoongi's voice echoed through the hallway, sending a shiver down your spine. Your eyes met in the dim light, sparking with palpable tension. You held your breath, feeling a wave of desire course through your body. Yoongi's intense gaze pinned you in place, as if you were ensnared in a spell. You could feel the electricity in the air, the attraction pulsing between them like an invisible current. Your lips parted, ready to form words that were never spoken, but the sound died in your throat. You couldn't decipher what he was feeling.

"Just shut up," that wasn't what you expected. "I think I know exactly what's going on."

The tone of voice used left you feeling flushed, it was embarrassing. You tried to ignore all the reactions of your body and began to think about the events. And when you realized the plot, all your eyebrows raised and your cheeks violently reddened in understanding.

Jimin had convinced you to make a move today.

"The plan is easy." He spoke with calculated confidence, as if conducting a masterclass. The images on the TV screen flickered, displaying a variety of suggestive outfits. "You throw him some charm, something subtle but not too subtle, it needs to be teasing but not overly, something like a discreet invitation," Jimin explained, sliding the slides skillfully.

"I'll choose the clothes that please me," you retorted, with a tone of disapproval.

"Your clothes already have a vibe of another reserved, so it's all right," he replied with a mischievous smile. "Continuing, second step: you'll touch up your makeup in the bathroom upstairs. You know how it is, at these parties the main bathroom always gets crowded. Are you understanding?"

"Yes, Professor Park," you replied, feeling somewhat frustrated. "But why do I need to touch up my makeup?"

"Think with me, Y/N," Jimin said, adopting a persuasive tone. "That will probably happen after a while. I want to make sure that, by the time he sees you and you talk, you look absolutely stunning." You trusted Jimin's guidance, even if the reasoning behind it didn't make much sense.

"So, I'll lead the conversation with him and keep him around. When you come back, you'll be ready. You'll throw the charm, disappear, and then come back triumphant," Jimin concluded, outlining the plan with unwavering confidence.

Your hand automatically hits your forehead. You felt a little humiliated, especially considering his strange reaction.

"Yoongi, what did he tell you to come up here?" You don't look at him, avoiding any proximity.

"Does that really matter?" He was in front of you, making it impossible to look away. He saw you biting your lips in a moment of pure impulsivity, and that aroused him to the true Yoongi, the guy who doesn't need to woo someone, he fucks without a care.

He leans towards you, his lips meeting yours. His lips were soft, but you could hardly feel them, due to the force with which he grabbed your waist with one hand and the other behind your head, pulling your hair slightly. Their bodies pressed against each other, seeking relief for the tension that had built up between them.

You moaned in the form of a sigh, and he let out a arrogant chuckle in the middle of the kiss.

"Y/N... We haven't even started and you're already moaning like this?" Yoongi didn't want an answer, but he leaned back slightly from your face, pulling your hair again, this time with force, forcing you to look at him. He took advantage of your stretched neck to lick it up to your ear.

"So needy," he put his tongue back into your mouth.

Suddenly, Yoongi returned to what he was before he met you. The arrogance was in the air. You could only moan and murmur.

When one of his hands slipped between your legs, you choked in the middle of the kiss, stopping in alarm, but that didn't discourage Yoongi, who continued to move his fingers lightly over your panties.

Your mouths were close to each other, but remained separated, so close that Yoongi could feel your breath hitting his lips. Some strands of saliva still connected you. The older man's movements began to get faster, his reactions were making you embarrassed, you were about to climax without him even having touched you properly. A finger slipped into your wet hole.

"Yoongi," you were in ecstasy, broken, looking at his face, eyebrows furrowed, eyes closed, and mouth slightly open. You felt his breath close to yours, sighing, but without touching, it was a tease. Yoongi's hand slid to your jaw and held it firmly. He knew you were close by the pulsation of your pussy and the grip on his fingers.

"Yoongi... I'm going to cum, please don't stop, please," you whimpered as the tingling began from inside your belly, he kept up the pace; it was so wet there.

"Yes, fuck, cum on my fingers," that was enough.

And so you did, in small gasps and with tightly closed eyes, you melted over him, almost falling to the ground.

You barely noticed when he put you on top of the kitchen table and, with a gentle push, laid you down, pulling up your dress to your waist. Yoongi's large rings made contact with the warm skin of your belly, bringing more sighs.

Yoongi looked into your eyes asking for permission, receiving only a pleading look to continue. You threw your head back, completely lying down. It was only possible to hear the metallic sound of the belt being opened and a light sound of his pants falling to his ankles. Peeking, you came across the most promiscuous scene you had ever seen. Yoongi looking directly at your pussy still covered by panties, with his lips between his teeth, while he masturbated lightly. He grunted like an animal before approaching.

He pushes the panties aside and slowly slides into you, earning a dragged moan from you. He takes advantage of his position and, running his hand over the outside of your thighs, he pulls you closer, returning to vigorously swinging his hips towards you.

His breathing becomes heavier as Yoongi's gaze fixates on the action that is taking place. He is ignoring everything as if that were the only thing that mattered, just listening to the sound of their skins colliding.

"Don't stop," your voice comes out in a whisper, knowing that he is close to climaxing. The movements accelerate more than possible, and Yoongi's voice becomes a tangle of grunts and sighs until he buries himself deep inside you.

You feel every movement of his, every part of him inside you, an overwhelming sensation that makes your whole body tremble. Your breathing becomes heavy, your heart beats irregularly, and the heat between you is palpable, enveloping you in an intense aura of desire and passion.

The last thing you remember is him with you in the shower, bathing you while you played around like two idiots. The hot water running down your naked bodies, the laughter echoing in the small space of the bathroom. Shortly after, without even bothering to dry off, you both fall onto the bed, your bodies still wet, but your hearts filled with an intense and profound connection.

Jimin would be punished for lying.

Is it that sweet? I guess so That's that me, espresso

Two men were inside a large black car parked in front of the bar across the street. The party had ended an hour ago, nearly 7 a.m., but they remained there for an important reason.

"Did it work?" The man with large eyes asks.

"Believe me, I don't give it five months for Y/N to show up with a grumpy mini-Min ready to cry on my shoulder," he says, taking another sip from the cold beer can, taken from Yoongi's special stock, but he knew he deserved it, as they had taken care of the place and closed after the party.

"Anyway, I hadn't even noticed... This... um... thing they have... Jimin, when you wanted to talk to me, I thought it was about Yuna," the other comments.

"Haha, that was a lie. She's obviously attractive. I just wanted to test him a little before leaving my best friend in his hands," Jimin says naturally, gesturing with his hand to support his own plan.

"Lie?" Jungkook turns his body fully towards Jimin, with his eyebrows deeply furrowed and his arms open in indignation.

Jimin puts his hand on his shoulder and follows his gaze to the second floor of the establishment.

"You know, a good cupid needs to ensure all possibilities." Jimin checks his phone one last time before leaving, and only one notification catches his attention.

"Your NETFLIX login is no longer available. Would you like to sign in with another account?"

A scream was heard throughout the neighborhood.

Hello everyone. Just popping in to let you know that next week I'll be posting the second chapter of Get This Man <3.

[grandwretch]

modern au; nonbinary steve

dustin bullies steve into playing their favorite MMO with them. to Dustin's disgust, Steve's favorite part is collecting all the different cosmetic items and making cool fantasy outfits for his avatar. unbeknownst to the party, steve creates an alt account where he can collect the female outfits and wigs, because there's a bigger selection and they're much prettier.

as Steve interacts w people on his new account, he realizes he likes it better-- for one, people pay attention to women in a way he isn't used to. not all of it is good attention, but steve relishes in it. also, he likes that people see him as a woman. he likes that they don't even think about it. quickly he joins a guild and actually starts playing the game in earnest, just so that he has these relationships with people who view and treat him as a woman.

he meets Eddie there. Eddie is charming and flirtatious with everyone, men and women, but it's clear that Steve is his favorite. Very carefully, Steve becomes closer and closer to Eddie-- close enough that Steve is full of guilt.

He feels like he's lying to Eddie about who he is, even though he's told the truth about everything but his gender. Even worse is the realization that he doesn't ever want Eddie to think of him as man-- which is confusing, because steve isn't exactly comfortable with someone he's falling in love with thinking of him as a woman.

Things get even worse when, after Steve drunk texts Eddie after a night out with Robin, they start sexting. Its fun, casual flirtation, nothing too serious, but Strve realizes he likes the idea of sex better as his alternate self. He likes pretending to have tits, he likes imagining what it would be like to have a cunt, he likes talking about wearing lingerie and being Eddie's good girl.

He thinks he can't come clean without losing the best thing he's ever had, so Steve pushes his guilt down and pretends he's not in love.

Of course he gets caught out, eventually. Dustin and Eddie become friends in real life and Eddie isn't an idiot. Steve is mortified and distraught, but once Eddie is sure that this wasn't all a cruel prank, he's quick to assure Steve that nothing has to change-- Knowing that in real life Steve has broad shoulders and a square jaw doesn't make him any more of a "man" than his online avatar makes him a "woman". Not if that's not what Steve wants.

So Steve doesn't have to give anything up. He gets to keep his amazing, supportive boyfriend. He gets to keep his pretty clothes and avatar. He gets to keep experimenting in the bedroom, finding out what makes him happy instead of what he thinks he should be doing.

And he gets more, things Steve never even dreamed of having: He gets to start buying pretty clothes in real life, too, and they hang next to his polos like they belong. He gets to grow out his hair. He gets to slowly find out what he likes, how he wants people to think of him, how he wants to think of himself.

[subtlelovers]

Suguru Geto headcanons

Creator: Yall reblogs, likes, comments and suggestions are GREATLY appreciated!!!! I never knoow who to write these about so I just chose Geto, the nsfw is marked in red mdni

He LOVES when you brush his hair and do it for him.

Geto is the typa guy to always be hot. As in he would heat you up with cuddles yet still manage to be cold somehow.

Definetely does skincare, face masks, scrubs and stuff like that with you.

He would not hesitate to literally kill anyone who hurts or tries to hurt you.

He loves cooking food. Wether that is waking you up with breakfast or cooking dinner. He won't complain if you ask for a 5 course meal.

He would use your clothes to his advantage. Using your belt to pull you closer, putting his hands in your pant pockets. If you have a purse you bet he will put his stuff in it.

Geto is definetely a blanket hogger. He will steal the blanket cause he is "Cold" And when you complain he uses it as an excuse to cuddle.

If he gets jealous and stuff, which he usually isn't he will casually put his hand on your thigh or have you sit on his lap to make sure everyone knows you're his.

He would always peek at your phone whenever you're focused on it. If he sees you watching something interesting on tiktok he will refresh your fyp mid video.

If you end the day with an argument, he will need goodnight hugs and kisses and an "I love you" No matter what or how you protest.

THIS MIGHT BE A ME THING BUT YOU CAN'T TELL ME HE DOESEN'T LISTEN TO ARCTIC MONKEYS AND CHASE ATLANTIC!

If you watch a sad movie and you start crying he will laugh at you BUT he will also cuddle you so your back is against his chest and hug you.

Though if you get scared at a horror movie, trust me he will just let you be scared while he mocks you. "It's not even scary" "Scared, hm?"

He is very good at remembering to shave his face, it's always clean.

Geto definetely snores. Not that loud obnoxious snore, just a subtle one, enough to keep you up.

NSFW MDNI

Geto is and EATER. And if you try to close your legs you can bet he's forcing them back open.

He loves praising you, but also receiving praise. Man wants to know when he's appreciated.

Doesn't neseccarily do a lot of foreplay but if he wants you to really feel it he will make you grind on his leg/thigh. if that's something you're comfortable with

He is very dominant, definetely top though he is way more on the soft dom side, he still needs to feel like he respects you. While still being in charge.

This guy has the fucking face card. If he want's it he gives you that look, that facial expression. (I put the one i'm talking about at the bottom of the post)

I imagine if he's horny he would either do what I mentioned above, or he will literally strip in front of you. Either keeping or taking off his boxers. He then flexes his muscles, considering it the hugest ego boost if you compliment his appearance.

He always makes sure you are comfortable before he tried something new with you. And is always excited whenever you ask him for something, he would do ANYTHING. Your wish is his command.

I imagine Geto enjoys period sex. To be honest I feel like this man would even eat you out on your period, using anything like placing his shirt or a blanket under your hips as a towel while saying "A soldier isn't scared to get blood on his sword"

This guy would go FERAL if you just as much as traced your fingertips along his v line.

He has long fingers. Let's admit it, he loves fingering you as much as you love him doing it, he reaches places you didn't know existed.

Geto would definetely be a groaner. Deep (sometimes raspy) groans and moans, but you would hear his voice get whiny and shaky whenever he cums.

Kind of related to the one above. Geto would for exampple if you two were at a store I feel like he would pretend to whisper something to you but instead moan next to your ear and give your neck kisses. He loved your priceless reactions and the way you would scold him for doing that in public.

Fucking face card 🡳

OKAY if yall have suggestions to who i should do next or just anything you want me to write PLEASE LMKK im all outta ideas��

[joejhang]

it's the way andreil could never have been casual or just a fling the way neil makes it out to be. it was never just physical. it was never just hate sex. because, they were literally in love with each other before they got together and them starting a relationship (or "nothing") doesn't actually change anything except sealing the deal and making it physical too. they actually know and understand each other maybe better than anyone else, and it might have just started out as physical attraction for andrew but you know that changed after he realised neil was more, neil was interesting, he trusted andrew despite everyone telling him not to. he took andrew at face value and was the first person to simply ask him. he respected andrew's boundaries and didn't consider andrew a monster or a psychopath for reinforcing them and protecting his loved ones. he kept his promises and fought in the face of all the odds stacked against him, all the monsters and abusers he's had to face on his tail and he refused to give up even though it might have been smarter to, safer to. and for neil, andrew is the first person to really understand him. even when neil gives his half-truth to andrew after that first trip to columbia, andrew doesn't flinch in the face of it. he doesn't look away, instead he looks at neil with "perfect understanding". andrew has felt the same desperation neil is feeling right then. he's been there, hanging on by a thread and sure he's going to die before he turns twenty, and he isn't scared of neil's past or the people after him. he tells neil to stay, and maybe that's the first time neil's ever heard anyone say that to him. andrew's the first person ever to really give neil a home, and if you think about it, he's also neil's first real friend (much as they'll both deny that they're friends). and also just andrew as a person: he is labelled as monstrous and out of control but neil knows what real monsters are, and andrew isn't one. andrew asks "yes or no?" and keeps all his promises, holds up all his deals, protects those he holds dear to him. he pretends not to care, but neil knows, he cares so much. how could anyone ever think they were casual.

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

Enemies With Benefits (3)

Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: Enemies. That was what you were. She was an Avenger, you were a criminal. You should hate her, she should hate you. So why do you love the feeling of her skin pressed against yours? Moans spilling from her lips? The taste of her on your tongue?

Casual, rough sex. That was all it was supposed to be but soon feelings start to get involved. Would something so scandalous be able to last?

Warnings/Tags: Angst, Sexual Tension, Flirting, Hydra, Violence, Implied/Referenced Torture

General Masterlist | Enemies with Benefits Masterlist

Chapter 3- Surprise

As soon as you entered the grand hall, your eyes scanned around the room to search for your target. On the USB there was a file regarding an ex hydra scientist who not only performed on innocent people, which resulted in them dying, but he also abused many of his subjects, especially the young girls he managed to get a hold of.

Men and women in elegant outfits, showing off their wealth littered the room yet you paid no notice to the few looks sent your way from them, the lust in some of their eyes as you walked past in your suit. All black was always the way to go, it was the best colour to hide the blood stains after you had your way with a target.

You made your way to the bar, ordering yourself a drink before a woman sat next to you, her body closer than necessary to grab your attention.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure, Miss Romanoff?” you say, not turning away from your drink as the redhead receives her own drink and takes a small sip.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn't pin you to this table and handcuff you?” she says with a little bite in her words.

“Hmm let me think,” you murmur, pretending to be deep in thought for a moment earning a glare from your side. You roll your eyes at her serious state and mumble how boring she is before answering, “Because I’m your favourite bad guy? Oh wait no, because you’d know I’d enjoy it too much,” you turn to her with a wink, her palm colliding with your cheek making a few people look over before losing interest. You rub the spot she just slapped, her expression stoic as you stare at her in disbelief, “You’re not one of my favourite Avengers anymore, that was just rude.”

“Cut the bullshit,” her tone dangerous, “This isn't a game Y/n. Why are you here?”

“The same reason you are,” you turn back to your drink, your eyes looking around the room as you take a small sip.

“And that is?” You let out a sigh at her words, annoyed you now have to deal with the Avengers meddling in your plans.

“Look, let’s ‘cut the bullshit’, we both want the Hydra prick, so why don’t we just make this easier for everyone?” she raises her eyebrow at you, waiting for you to continue, “Let me take care of him and you can all have tonight off, maybe you could go and learn to have fun somewhere.” She shakes her head at you, a breathless laugh escaping her.

“I don't think that’s going to happen,” you turn to her as she speaks, looking behind her to see if the man has entered yet.

“Why not? Is it because you don’t want to be a fun person?” She can see your smirk as you raise the glass to your mouth and holds back from slapping the smug and annoying look on your face.

“Because your methods of ‘taking care of them’ are inappropriate and illegal,” she’s read all the files on you and even seen you in the flesh as you punish whatever guilty soul you could catch.

“It’s not inappropriate, it’s what they deserve,” your voice loses the teasing tone, becoming more cold and angered. “Do you really think I’m just going to let you take them, stick them in a cell for the rest of their lives that protects them from the people that want them dead? I thought you were smarter than this Romanoff.” She sighs at you, but you're too focussed on seeing the man walk in, a smile plastered on his face as he greets the surrounding people. “Lovely speaking to you Miss Romanoff but I must say goodbye now,” you say with a sarcastic tone, your hand grabbing hers and raising it to your mouth to place a kiss on, her pulling away her hand at the dramatic gesture.

“If you carry on like this, you’ll end up in one of those cells,” she warns but you're already gliding through crowds of people to find the scientist.

“Fancy seeing you here,” a familiar voice calls out, her arm interlocking with yours, holding you back.

“Not now my little witch,” you say, keeping your voice calm as you stare ahead, the man talking to a woman and standing a little too close to her and, judging by the expression on her face, it wasn’t welcomed, “I have to work.”

“All work and no play?” she echoes your words from a few nights ago, her hand cupping your jaw and making you look at her.

“Yes, I’m a very busy woman at the moment so, if you’ll excuse me, I have a job to do.” You slip out of her grasp but she moves forwards and pulls you back, your anger rising now as you can’t let another one get a life of safety in an Avenger’s cell.

“I can’t let you do that,” she says, an indecipherable emotion in her voice. “Come on, let’s have some fun,” she purrs in an attempt to distract you. Your attention from the man falters for a split second, moving to gaze at her lips for a brief moment before returning to where the man was. You swear under your breath at the fact he’s gone, along with the woman, and turn back to the witch.

“This will be your only warning,” your voice low as you whisper at the shell of her ear, “ Stay out of my way.”

“Or what?” she challenges you, a low chuckle immediately leaving you.

“You should have kept your mouth shut,” you mutter, “Enjoy the surprise I will send you later.” With that said, you pull away harshly and leave to find the man, pushing a person into Wanda who then spills her drink on her dress, the other woman starting a scene with the witch making it impossible for her to follow you.

***

Wanda’s leg bounces as the other Avengers bicker between themselves, arguing about how they failed to bring in the scientist as well as how they lost them to you. Her fingers twirled the rings on her fingers, her thoughts out of control while the rest continued to speak. Her entire body froze when her phone vibrated in her pocket, a video and text being sent to her phone.

Unknown: I hope you enjoy your surprise :) See you soon my little witch Press play to watch video

Swiftly, she leaves the room, no one noticing her absence as they were too focussed on the argument, and heads towards hers room. Her fingers shakily pressed the play button, the phone taking a moment to load the video up.

“Hello my little witch” your voice can be heard over the groans of pain in the background. “I promised you a surprise, I hope you enjoy it,” the camera moves as you walk across the room, supposedly in an abandoned building. Soon, the man from earlier appears on screen, blood dripping down the side of his face, his white shirt unbuttoned showing the deep slashes across his chest. His head sluggishly raised to meet the camera, tears streaming down his face while a cloth was tied around his mouth to muffle the noises that left him. “Oh come on, smile for the camera,” you taunt the man, clearly unable to do so with the gag.

“Help,” the man screams behind the gag, but you only laugh in response.

“Stop with the pathetic pleads,” you groan in annoyance, moving closer to him. The bruising on his face is clearer on the phone as you move till the camera is practically in his face. “Now let’s say goodbye to witchy.” He glares at you but you're too busy trying to hold the camera still, not letting it shake with your laughter.

“Fuck you,” he manages out quite clear and you just tsk at him.

“Sorry for my rude guest,” the camera moves till it’s on your face, his blood staining your neck and collar bones. “Goodbye my little witch,” you say, a charming smile on your face as the video ends.

As soon as the video ends, she’s leaving the room, heading for the exit of the compound to find you. It doesn’t take long for her to reach your apartment, her fist pounding on the door. When you don’t answer, she tries the handle to find the door unlocked. She strides into your apartment, seeing your jacket laid across a chair along with your shoes near the door that shows you’re here.

“Y/N,” she grits out, walking through your apartment till she hears the water of the shower running. She wastes no time in heading towards the bathroom, her magic almost pulling the door off its hinges as it flies open. You turn around in the shower, smirking over your shoulder as you see her through the glass panel. The water around you is red, the dried blood on your body slowly washing off.

“It’s rude to walk in on people showering unless you plan on joining them,” you murmur, continuing your shower as if she wasn't there.

“Out. Now,” she seethes out, eyes glowing red while her fingers twitch with her magic.

“ Or what?” your sneer back, turning around in the shower, the blood now clean from your toned body.

“There is no fucking or what. Out.” Her voice sends a shiver down your spine and you turn off the water, stepping out of the shower and not bothering to wrap a towel around yourself as the water drips down your body.

“Why did you do it?” her voice wavers with anger and sadness, almost disappointment, as she looks at you. “We were going to put him in a cell to rot in for the rest of his life,” her finger jabs into your chest, pushing you back slightly before she uses her magic to wrap a towel around you so she can push you against the wall. A groan leaves your lip at the force of her shove, the wall colliding with your back painfully.

“I gave him what he deserved,” you grit out, “Do you even know what he did?”

“He still didn’t deserve to die,” she argues and you scoff at her. “He should have suffered in prison for years, not been killed.”

“You’re telling me that a man who used people, children however he wanted, didn’t deserve what I did to him.”

“You should have handled it differently,” she sighs out irritated, walking away from you and sitting on the edge of your bed. You pull on a robe and follow after her, leaning against your drawers as she stares at you.

“I didn’t kill him,” you whisper after a few moments of silence, hope glinting in her eyes.

“Where is he-”

“That doesn’t mean he isn’t already dead,” your hands run through your hair before massaging your temples. Why were you telling her this? “I sent his location to a few people who wanted him dead, he was still alive when I left him.”

“Where?” you stare at the hopeful look in her eyes, noticing how much it contrasts from her lust-filled ones, how it’s somehow even more alluring. You give in, writing down the address which she quickly types into her phone, most likely in a message to a fellow Avenger as you move to change. “Thank you,” she whispers, making you turn around to look at her. You hate how it made you feel warm inside when she said those two little words and clenched your jaw in anger at yourself. What were you doing?

“Unless you want me to fuck you, get out,” your voice is emotionless while you move to grab the bottle of whiskey from one of the drawers.

“Y/n..” her face contorts to confusion at your sudden shift in mood, a frown now on her face.

“Yes or no?”

“Y/n-” she tries again but you cut her off, walking close till you're towering over her.

“It's a simple answer, if you say yes, I’ll pin you to that bed and have you screaming my name,” her breath hitches at your words, “if you say no, you can get out and go be the hero you so desperately want to be.”

Wanda’s entire body freezes at what you just said, a new wave of anger washing over her. She scoffs as she pushes you away, “At least I’m trying to be a hero unlike you.” You glare at her while the green in her eyes turn red again. “Y/n and her fucked up ways of trying to save the world,” she practically mocks before walking away. “Talk to me when you’ve learnt how to stop being a dick,” she shouts before the front door slams shut.

[savkirschtein]

𝐀𝐎𝐓 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 🎧

characters: Eren jager, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirschtein, Connie Springer, Sasha Braus, Marco Bodt

warnings: modern au? just playlists specially curated by me based off of my perceptions of each character and what I think they'd enjoy music wise :)))

𝑬𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒓:

Is most definitely into dark indie, slow rap and r&b with some lowkey electronic

BIG TIME THE WEEKND ENTHUSIAST. Loves himself some Chase Atlantic too.

a lot of people would assume Eren listens to hardcore rock or even heavy hitting rap, which he isn't opposed to

but considering Eren's outward life, whether it be family issues or whatever, I imagine that he would prefer his music to be more laid back and steady

𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒔𝒂 𝑨𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏:

Mikasa we all know is just a lil emo and her music taste is a slight reflection of that. Indie rock, alternative, folk rock all within her realm.

Now as soft spoken and gentle as this girl is, definitely wouldn't put it past her to listen to heavy metal just casually on a walk

She is a huge fan of Lana Del Ray, Mitski, Clairo, TV Girl, and Cigarettes After Sex

LIVE. LAUGH. LOVE. LANA DEL RAY. is def one of Mika's playlist names.

𝑨𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒕:

Is a huge alt pop, synth indie, post-punk lover

Armin's taste in music is honestly what would be used to score any and all great coming of age films

LOVES The Wallows, Bleachers, OneRepublic, and Coldplay

He is definitely the person you hand the aux to on a summer roadtrip

𝑱𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝑲𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒊𝒏:

Jean's music taste is probably the most diverse compared to everyone else's

His genre bases being alt hiphop and r&b, indie rock, and trap soul

His faves being Cigarettes After Sex, Brent Faiyaz, and The Neighbourhood

This is the man you want to go on a late night drive with through the city

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 𝑺𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓:

Connie is literally 2010s rap and hiphop personified

his fave genres being alt hiphop, r&b, west coast rap/hiphop

Connie is a big time Tyler the Creator fan, loves himself some J. Cole and SZA

Connie is the person you hand aux to at any and all parties, guaranteed satisfaction with him on music

𝑺𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒂 𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒔:

Sasha is who you go to if you want to feel like you're a teen girl alone in your room with a hair brush in hand pretending its a microphone

her genres being alt pop, indie, Kpop, electro pop, and art pop

she was there for the resurgence of bands in the 2010s, and was a hardcore stan of all of them (5SOS, 1D, The Vamps, Little Mix, Fifth Harmony etc.)

she definitely still holds onto the hope of a 1D reunion

her faves being Olivia Rodrigo, Lorde, Harry Styles, Gracie Abrams, Taylor Swift

𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒐 𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒕:

Marco is a softie and it reflects in what he listens to

His main genres been electric r&b, alt pop, and indie

Marco's favorite artists would be: BROCKHAMPTON, Khalid, Daniel Caesar, and Omar Apollo

Marco has definitely gone to multiple concerts of his faves and collects their vinyls

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Thinking About How Eustass Kid would React To His Gf Doing Lucy's little distraction dance (from fairytale) for a mission

Okay so like how do you think eustass would react to reader being on a mission and doing this to distract the target (because i think he'd do wonderful things to his girl, but also being jelly?)

(Pls include oral)

THANK YOUUUU! 💖

Actions & consequences♡

Pairing: Kid eustass x Fem!reader

Synopsis: After your "distraction" for the kid pirates mission, you're boyfriend captain wants to have a word with you

Content: Oral sex, size kink, (click the link in the ask to see what y/n will be wearing), jealousy, deep throating, mainting press, man hanging(?), possessive kid, light aftercare in the end

Word count: 2.7k♡

A/n: apologies in advance if I don't accurately get his character right. It has been a while since I watched one piece, but oof, this man🫣🤭

There was an auction being held by the Celestial dragons. There was a betting on a variety amout of slaves to buy. It was sick. Although this mission wasn't meant to be the hero's crashing this auction to save the slaves and set them free, the people betting had an insane amount of money on them, and that was the goal. To steal it.

Kid leaned against the wall, outside the auction house with his crew extremely annoyed. His arms were crossed, and his finger kept tapping on his arm. "What the hell are y/n and Killer doing in there? They're taking forever," kid said, letting out a heavy, annoyed sigh. "Well, y/n told Killer she had to get dressed before they give us the clearance to rob everyone in there," said one of his crew mates.

Kid raised his brow. "What "dressing" dose y/n need to do for a robbery?" He said and then heard the MC inside the auction house speak. "And next up is this beautiful woman named y/n," the MC said in the microphone, and you practically heard all of the Celestial dragons inside gasp and gush over seeing you. just a few inches above kids head on the wall, there was a window showing inside and kid, as well as other tall crew mates reached to see what was going on.

Kid has assigned you and Killer to be the distraction for this mission, but he didn't know what you two had planned. As kid looked inside, he saw Killer standing beside you, pretending to be the one selling you. Kids' eyes widened once he saw your outfit. Your top was covering just your nipples, dare you move around too much, and your tit will pop out. You had a string like fabric around your waist with a longer piece of fabric covering your front and behind with a thong underneath.

"SHE'S PRACTICALLY NAKID-" He yelled, extremely flustered with a deep blush across his face. His two crew mate covered his mouth and pulled kid back, making them fall backward to make sure they didn't get caught. Killer noticed kid and tried to stay in character for the sake of the mission and kept showing you off to the Celestial dragons.

Kid got back to his sense and went back to look. He watched you showing yourself off by simply dancing. Everyone in the crowd was cheering, discussing how much money they'd spend to buy you and etc. Kid couldn't stop blushing. It's not like he hasn't seen your body before. The thought never crossed his mind that you'd pull something like this. Despite you always dressing casually when you're with the crew.

Kid sulked. He was frustrated that you didn't run this plan by him first, even if it was a surprise, but he also couldn't help himself from feeling jealous. Everyone, especially men who isn't him is seeing too much of you right now, even his own crew mates who couldn't hide their blush from seeing how attractive you look. If it wasn't for the sake of the mission, he would've broken down these walls and dragged you back to the ship.

Once you were done with your dance, the mc began to speak, asking the Celestial dragons to place their bets. Everyone was so caught up in the moment they didn't realize the smoke bombs killer, and you had and threw them on the ground, watching them explode and the entire auction room being covered in smoke. That was the signal for the mission to act now.

The kid pirates storm in, snatching bags of gold coins from the Celestial dragons. You snatched up a few bags, as many as you can carry, but before you could take another, you felt a large hand press on your stomach and pulled you back. You gasped, about to scream before you looked at the hand saw red nail polish. You looked up, holding the bags of money to your chest, and smiled. "It's you," you giggled, seeing the smoke clear for just a moment to see kids face.

"You better be lucky it is me," kid said and took off his jacket and immediately covered your body with it. "We're almost done here. Now I'm taking you back to the ship," he said and picked you up, carrying you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing while carrying a huge back of gold coins in the other hand. As kid began to head out, you saw his frustrated yet flustered expression.

"You're not mad at me, are you?" You grin, teasing him, but kid refused to answer you. "Oh, C'mon, don't be like that." You tried to get his attention as he walked out with you, seeing his other crew mates waiting for you both. "I thought our idea was a good one, don't you think? The perfect distraction. They didn't see it coming." You chcukled, even killer laughing. Kid wasn't having it. He threw the sack of gold coins to killer to hold and then used his free hand to spank your ass in front of the crew. "I'm going to deal with you on the ship," kid said and then turned to killer, pointing at him.

"AND HOW COULD YOU LET HER WEAR THIS!?" He yelled. At this point, you and Killer were both pouting as you both got scolded in front of the crew by your captain. The mission was a success. More money was obtained than the original goal, so with the extra money, the kid allowed his crew mates to go have a treat at the other islands bar and have "a few" drinks. However, your captain had other plans for you in the room you shared with him.

"Kid, I think I should take this off-" you breathlessly said, your hand wrapped around his thick cock. You were laid on your stomach beside him, sucking his cock and your ass more visible and in his reach in this position. Kid ignored your protest and pushed your head back down to continue sucking his cock. "Talking too damn much. Besides.." kid reached his hand to your ass, grabbing it and then, sliding his fingers down to your clothed cunt.

"I like what you're wearing," Kid whispered, grabbed the string of your thong, and let go, letting it slap against your skin. You moaned as you suck his cock, sobbing your head up and down as well as your hand stroking him with each suck. A smug smirk forms on kids face and he chuckled once his fingers when back to rubbing your clothed pussy and felt the moist spot on your thong.

"You're already getting wet. Is it from sucking dick or from having everyone at that damn auction seeing your body and praising you ah?" He asked, sliding the fabric of your thong to the side and teasing his fingers on your bare cunt before shoving his fingers inside. "Which is it, baby? Cause you're so fucking wet I didn't have to even have to ease my fingers in"

Your back arches and your feet lifted up as you felt his fingers thrust inside you. Your mouth tighten around his cock and you kept sucking him, your head bobbing faster and your hand moving down to massage his balls. "Oh fuck. That's it.." kid moaned, feeling your mouth tighten around his length and your hand pleasuring more of him.

"C'mon, I know you can take me deeper. Open your mouth wider baby" kid grunts, bring his other hand to your mouth. His two thick fingers push open your mouth more with his cock still inside to help you take more of his length. "Take more of it. All the way down to the base" he breathed heavy, while finger fucking you.

You let out another moan, now starting to breathe through your nose as you open your mouth wider to go down on his cock, making a soft gagging sound once you felt his tip touch the back of your throat. "Good girl... good fucking girl" kid deeply moaned, his fingers moving away from your mouth to grab onto your hair and his curved cock twitched between your lips. "We gotta keep training this throat more." He said.

Kid gripped your hair more, pulling you off his cock to let you catch your breath. You breath heavy, drool running down your chin and even your saliva covering his cock. You couldn't help but lick your lips at how pretty his wet cock looked while moaning and feeling his finger hit the right spots inside you. "I'm so close. Don't stop~ humph~" you said, going back to deep throating his cock and sucking him off.

"Yeah baby Let me feel it." kid said, feeling your walls clench on his fingers. You continue to slowly go down to the base and back up again. You began to have more control of your gag reflexes but once your mouth went to the base of his cock a third time, you came on his fingers. You started to kick your feet a bit through your shaking orgasm. Kid pulled his fingers out and chuckled at his fingers coated in your slick.

"Alright. Ease up now, " kid spanked your ass. You pulled your mouth off his cock at his demand and gasped. Your saliva connects you to his tip before it disappeared. You looked at him, your face a bit red from deep throating him and your lips a bit puffy and Shiney. "But I didn't make you cum yet" you said, about to jerk him off but kid stopped you.

He easily positioned you and began to take off his clothing. Once kid got between your legs, he pulled down the thong you were wearing and spread your legs apart his his long, heavy cock resting on top of your cunt. "I'd rather cum in here" he said and pulled his hips back to make his cock grind between your wet folds. "You want that?" Kid breathlessly whispered.

You nod your head. You brought the back of your hand to your mouth to cover your desperate moans as you feel just his tip poking up against your throbbing clit. Kid clicks his tounge and began to slap his cock harshly on your clit. "When I ask you a question, when I speak to you, what do you say?" Kid said, now pushing his tip in and out of your hole.

Your mouth opens in a small 'o' shape as he fucks you slowly with just the tip and your hands grip onto the sheets. "Yes, captain. I want that. I want your cum to fill me up" you said through soft whimpers. "That's a good girl." Kid smirked, continuing to tease you even after your begging. "Just listen to how fucking you are" he said, pulling his tip out to slap against your wet cunt just to make you hear the wet pat pat pat.

"Please, please just fuck me~" you whined, your legs trembling and even trying to wrap around kids hips. "Alright, alright," kid smirked for a moment before his eyes shut and his jaw clenched once he put his tip back in and thrust his hips forward, slowly to push his length inside you. "Oh fuck" you gasped, quickly grabbed onto his biceps as you felt full of his cock, rather then his fingers previously.

"Baby, you're so," "big?" Kid raised his brow, tilting his head a bit and smirking at you as he watched you go silent. His hands were at the sides of your head, he's covered over you with his cock inside and you couldn't even hide your face of embarrassment. He knew exactly what you were going to say, and you moaned once he started to thrust his hips. "I know you my big cock" Kid thrusts. "You're lucky I'm even giving it to you. After- fuck. That stupid stunt you pulled today," Kid moaned.

You covered your eyes and let out a groan, mixed with pleasurable moan. "You're still thinking about that? R-Right now?" You annoying asked, stuttering over your words as you moan and wrap your legs around kids' hips. "Yeah. Cause you didn't fuckin run it by me frist," kid grunts and thrusted hard, making your body jerk forward and your tits bounced in his face. "K-kid~" you moaned his name.

"If everyone's gonna see your body like that during future missions, then I should mark what's mine," Kid growled lowly and grabbed your tits. Kid brings his lips to your tits, giving each one a kiss before sinking his teeth in your skin. You squeal softly, feeling his love bites and sucks to your skin and watch as he leaves love bites all over your breasts. He looked at your pout and chuckles.

"C'mon, don't be like this. It's a great idea, yeah?" He said, practically throwing your words back in your face, eailer today, and then starting sucking on your sensitive, harden nipples. "Kid~ M'sorry," you hold onto him tightly as his thrusts begin to get harder. His tip just kissing your cervix with each thrust, and your head tilts back. Kid moans, taking the opportunity to bring his mouth from your tits to your neck and marking you in a more visible spot.

Your mouth opens wide with loud moans ciming out as his lips suck and bit on your sensitive neck. It felt so pleasurable. He was so gentle on your neck, even his love bites on your skin felt gentle despite his hips thrusting faster, more desperate and fucking you more rough. "I feel you getting so tight~" he moaned, kissing a bit rough on your neck.

"Cum for me baby." He whispered in your ear. "I've got you, just cum for me, let me feel it" kid breathlessly said, his thrusting getting faster as he wraps his arms around your waist to keep you in place. Your moans grew Louder, the bed even squeaking as he fucks you in the mattress and your hands placed on his back, your nails digging into his skin from the overwhelming pleasure and even marking him with the scratch marks you were leaving on his back.

You couldn't even announce your orgasm once you came. All you could do was cry out, having teary eyes as you cling onto kid. "That's it, baby. Fuck, you feel so good." Kid let go of your waist and grabbed your thighs with his arms and pushed them back. He put you in a mating press and kept fucking you roughly, even after your orgasm.

"Taking it so fucking good baby.~" Kid moaned, his voice growing Louder, getting close to his own orgasm. "I-i want a kiss. Please, please, please," you kept whining, even having tears pour out from your eyes from the overestimating pleasure and your tits bouncing from each thrust he made.

Kid blushed. His face was feeling much hotter than before, and his heart even stopped for a moment. You were just so cute. He couldn't deny what you asked when you acted like this. "You talk to damn much~" he said, bring a hand to your face and cupping your cheek as kissing you, passionately yet sloppy while he fucks you.

You both moaned into each others mouths as you French kissed. His moans turned into soft, deep whimpers as his hips slam to you repeatedly before he made a final thrust and cums inside you. Kid felt your walls squeeze around him again as he shoots his thick load in you. His eyes open to see your fucked out expression and judging by that, you came again.

Kid didn't even need to ask. He already knew. As you and kid catch your breaths, he breaks the kiss and breathes heavy against your lips. His cock throbs, he stayed inside a bit longer until he pulled out. He watched his cum leak down to your hole and began caressed your thighs. "You did good," he said and began to kiss them. "You always do good for me." Kid began to kiss all over you and then held your chin. "Still tired?" He asked, making sure you're ok and kissed your forehead.

"No I'm okay" you smiled at him and held onto his wrist. "Let's go shower and join the others at the bar." Kid said, getting off the bed and picking you up to go with him to the showers.

"Yes captain~"

[deleahtarte]

I was talking about this with a friend a while back but… Style Rockstar AU!

I imagined Stan—super popular rockstar, preformed more concerts then he knows how to count, more money then he now knows what to do with—burnt out from the fame. It isn't as great as what he thought it was when he was young and naive. One day, he's drinking in this bar completely bored with his life, wanting something, missing something-just doesn't know what. He thought the fame and the sex would be enough but...surprise, it isn't.

And then this hot red head walks in and Stan is immediately already physically attracted. Just as he’s thinking of going over there himself, he watches Kyle tell off a dude who was hitting on him all by himself— and only then was Stan like "I have to at least fuck him once." So Stan tries to hit on him expecting Kyle to know who he is because everyone knows who he is, duh he's Stan Marsh, but Kyle doesn't. This stuns Stan, but it only made him want Kyle more. Eventually as they spoke through the night, Stan actually starts liking Kyle for more then just his body. They do end up sleeping together—luck, maybe— and in Stan's head he thinks, "I really want to keep seeing Kyle" but when Stan blinks his eyes open the next morning, Kyle is gone. He didn't leave a note behind, no number, no clues, nothing. Stan is devastated and then sent himself on a wild goose chase to find Kyle.

One of the ways he tries to find Kyle is by making songs about him because Kyle has become his muse and the lyrics are obviously about him. A couple months goes by and nothing. Stan visits the same bar whenever he could hoping to catch a glimpse of red; red cheeks, red hair, red lips. Yet, nothing.

Christmas comes and Stan flies back to South Park to go visit his mom and his family. During the dinner, he's prepping the table and in strolls Kyle with his parents. Stan finds out that Kyle was originally from South Park too, and that they've never saw each other because Kyle spent most of his childhood and years at the hospital because he was extremely sick and only recently got better last year.

As it turns out, Kyle have always seen Stan playing with the other kids, being jealous because he wanted to join, finding Stan adorable and wanting to be his friend—but not being able to because of his weak constitution. The years go by and Stan blew up and became a rockstar, leaving South Park. Kyle watches Stan preform in different parts of the world from his tiny tv, wanting to see the world, too. A miracle happens and Kyle gets the perfect organ donor and he heals up. The first thing he tries to do is travel. He chose to go to Stan's concert as like a last goodbye because he is no longer sick and it wasn't like Stan was going to pay attention to him anyways. He thinks of it as him ‘graduating’ from the Kyle that could only ever experience live through the TV. The concert is done and a few days pass and that's when Kyle runs into Stan at that bar and officially 'meets' him for the first time

Of course he's going to pretend like he doesn't know Stan

But now, at the present when they see each other again at the Christmas party, Stan is NOT letting Kyle go. Kyle tries to reject him, and Stan accepts it rather obediently, which surprises Kyle a lot. Stan instead asks if they could friends, and Kyle (because damn those puppy dog eyes) says yes. The rejection worked (or so Kyle thinks) Stan is persistent in a way where he’s hitting on you…but maybe he isn’t? Is he just this friendly? Kyle doesn’t know.

Stan buys him a lot of gifts, from every day pastries to big items that must’ve costed him an arm and leg; because apparently, friends do that. Kyle only accepts the little ones, the ones he himself could afford, and rejects everything else. Stan is touchy, not uncomfortably so, but casual touches like an arm slung around his shoulder or a pat on his thigh when they sit next to each other; because apparently, friends do that. Stan tries to understand him, really—understand him. He listens to Kyle talk for hours about what it was like being confined in that hospital bed, where the only thing Kyle saw day to day was the ugly mellow yellow walls and the horrid stench of hospital. Stan remembers the little things Kyle says in passing, that he can’t stand coconut and how much he hates any type of repetitive noise. Kyle finds that Stan is very much as charming, sweet, and funny as Kyle thought he was all those years ago; where he could only listen to Stan crack jokes to his others friends from the window. It disappoints Kyle, because he doesn’t want to like Stan. In actuality, he’s just scared because this is his first love. But there’s really no helping it. He falls, and he falls hard.

They do remain friends. Stan helps Kyle figure out the stuff Kyle has never messed with before, like signing up for college (that Stan had ditched completely) or social media and registering for your license, etc etc. Kyle has grown used to Stan being by his side, as if he had always been there, as if he was supposed to be there—that it completely catches off guard when Stan announces he has to return to the big cities to continue doing his rockstar activities.

“Oh…okay.” Nodded Kyle limply. He was so shocked that he wasn’t able to offer a better response. Stan looks up, blue eyes searching his face. Kyle doesn’t know if Stan found what he was looking for; because his lips curl up into a smile that does not at all reach his eyes.

“We’ll keep in touch, alright? You’ll hear from me everyday.” Stan reassured him. One his large hands cover Kyle’s own for a moment, giving it a single comforting squeeze before it lets go. “I promise.”

Kyle believed him. He knew Stan by now. He trusted that Stan wouldn’t forget about him. He had faith. But…

Stan was a rockstar, a super famous, still revelant one that people talked and made posts about constantly. When would be the next time Kyle gets to see him again? To be able to bathe in his attention and that overwhelming warm, tender smile? Would Kyle have to wait weeks, months?

Could Kyle do that…?

The day comes for Stan to leave. His flight is unbelievably late, 2 am. He’s dressed in the airport with a mask and cap that he wants to throw off. He doesn’t want to go. He feels like a dog running away from home. For the first time in a long time, Stan wants to go back to South Park rather than away. And he knows exactly why he feels that way.

Kyle. It’s all been about Kyle since the moment Stan met him.

I’ll come back, he promised himself. I’ll come back the second my tour is over and work to win your love again.

Just as Stan wrote that in his heart, he’s about to head for his gate when someone tugs on his sleeve—a fan who recognized him, fuck.

With a huff (it’s not them, it’s him—he doesn’t really wanna see anyone but Kyle right now), Stan turns around and blinks at what he sees.

“I don’t have first class tickets, so how about you come join in economy?” Kyle asked, standing right here in front of Stan in a sweatshirt and jeans, a suitcase right next to him. “Oh…wait, people would probably recognize you, huh? You can’t keep this get up on the flight the entire time.”

Kyle flicks the top of Stan’s cap. And when Stan still didn’t reply, he starts to get a little nervous. He crosses his arms and huffs. “…Or I should go home?”

Only once he heard those words did Stan spring to action. He grabs Kyle by the back of his neck, leans down, and pulls him into a kiss much too inappropriate for the airport. You couldn’t pay him to care, and apparently, Kyle felt exactly at the same.

“Are you a hallucination?” Stan asked breathlessly when they part. All the air has left. Kyle laughs.

“That kiss felt very real to me, dude.”

This time, it’s Stan who laughs, resting his forehead against Kyle’s. “Me too. It felt—it felt real for me, too.”

[plus-i-miss-you]

Hello! Hope you're having a nice day! Could i request headcanons for Kazui (t1 or t2, your call) with a male!prisoner!reader? I was thinking someone younger than Kazui, a guy who is openly gay since he was raised in more open minded times. How would Kazui deal with his attraction? Would seeing someone so comfortable with their own sexuality make him open up a bit or would he feel even more ashamed? (Feel free to make this as angsty or fluffy as you like)

▷ listening to:

"when will i be able to see the world in the way you do?" (male!reader)

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♪ note: SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG ANON AAAAAAA... i hope you like these!

♪ summary: when a liar like kazui meets an honest man like you, of course he is going to have a lot of things to think about even though he'd rather not think about them at all. he doesn't know how to feel about you. it's like a strange mix of respect, attraction and jealousy and he's not sure if he can handle it.

♪ warnings: themes of internalized homophobia, the ending is ambiguous on purpose, it's mentioned that kazui is interested in the reader, but how the reader character feels about him is up to interpretation.

♪ kazui enjoys your company, that's for sure. your way of thinking is new to him and there's so much he doesn't understand about you yet, but it doesn't mean he finds it annoying. it's actually kind of fun in a way. there's just something about the way your eyes shine, about the way you talk about the things you like, you have this energy that makes people want to talk to you more, kazui wouldn't be surprised if it turned out you were quite a popular guy before you arrived here.

♪ but it's also kind of.. sad. you have such a positive outlook on life, you accept everyone and everything so easily, you're so full of love and you're so understanding, it's.. a bit strange, maybe? kazui also doesn't get how you can be so open about everything. what he finds oversharing, you see as a completely normal thing to say. when he laughs awkwardly and tries to think of a way to change the topic, you laugh with everyone else. and your laugh sounds sincere. you're not faking. you're not pretending. you're free.

♪ this is what kazui doesn't understand about you at all. you never lie. he tried to listen closer to your words, your tone, look into your eyes, watch your expression change, but no, no signs that you were lying. so that means you're either a really good liar, or you just.. don't lie at all. and living a life without any lies sounds like a dream to kazui. or, it sounds like another lie, a lie that no one would ever believe. so when it's time for another "love talk" with mahiru and the topic of what everyone finds attractive in opposite sex comes up, you casually saying "oh, i'm more into men actually" makes this old man almost have a heart attack. (meanwhile yuno just goes "cool" in the background)

♪ like.. how did you.. do that? kazui simply laughs and goes "wow, that is so bold of you" and you just shrug and say that it's not a big deal. kazui nods with a smile and goes "haha, i see", but on the inside? he's going "THAT IS A BIG DEAL Y/N."  so everyone continues the conversation while kazui is having a crisis and rethinking his life choices. oh no, it's his turn. quick, come up with something. say something like "oh, i like a woman that can make me smile", that should work. see, mahiru looks excited, it worked- "that is a lie, isn't it". oh come on, yuno kashiki, do you really have to ruin everything like this.

♪ "no, but it does sound kind of.. you know" y/n, don't tell him that you think he lied too. well, uh, that was a lie, but. but still. you tell him that his answer simply sounds a bit too.. generic, maybe? like there's nothing special about it. like mahiru clearly looked passionate about this topic and it was hard to make her stop talking. you could tell that it's just mahiru being mahiru, but some other prisoners' answers still said something about their personality and their preferences. they sounded unique. they sounded like something they would say. what kazui said just sounded like a lie made up on spot. and well. you are right.

♪ you tell him that he doesn't have to answer, you don't want to make him uncomfortable, of course. but when everyone walks away and there's only you two left, kazui still can't help but ask you just.. how can you be so honest? how can you be so brave? where did you get all this courage to be yourself and not apologize for it? he says that he's just curious. you feel like there has to be more to it, but you don't say anything. you say that you were simply raised this way. the world is changing. people still can be cruel and unaccepting, that's for sure and you know it well. but you would rather live as yourself than live as a liar.

♪ your conversation ends with a minute of silence. maybe two, maybe three. maybe more. in the end, kazui smiles and thanks you for your answer and leaves. you walk back to your cell, not thinking much of it. meanwhile kazui knows that he won't be able to sleep tonight. there's a man in this prison who is like him, but also not like him at all. kazui was taught to hide this part of him, but you've learned to be proud of that same part. he doesn't get it. maybe.. the world really is changing? the fact that other prisoners didn't say anything about it was weird to him too. were they just pretending to be nice about it? were they just being polite? were they just too shocked to say anything? 

♪ kazui doesn't know how to feel about it. he feels like he has to do something. this whole thing feels like the universe is giving him some sort of sign, except he's too tired to care and he has no idea if that sign is telling him to stop or to keep going. he hates that you talking about your sexuality so casually actually made him a feel a bit happier because. well. saying that he isn't interested in you at all would be another lie. but also saying that he isn't jealous of you at all would be a lie as well. it's hard. it's definitely a hard choice.

♪ kazui really spends the entire night thinking about it. his head is still just as empty and just as full of thoughts as it was. when the morning comes, nobody notices that something is wrong as everyone keeps talking about something or just doing their own thing. but you notice. you turn to him, look at him and laugh. that laugh doesn't sound like you're about to make fun of him. it sounds soft. "hey, you look like your sleep schedule is worse than mine". and kazui has no choice but to laugh back. 

[nicosraf]

I'm being soooo serious when I say I literally CANNOT stop thinking about how you said Rosier and Asmodeus were originally going to be married. I'm in shambles. Please gift my poor little broken heart with some fun or cute Rosier/Asmodeus facts and/or moments 😭

AHjskd I'm sorry!! Revising has me thinking about all the original ideas that got scrapped or altered... (Fun fact: Rosier was originally gonna be strict and serious and kind of mean in ABM!!)

In A&M, there was originally going to be a plot point about the demons inventing marriage as a way to deal with conflicts associated sexual relationships and jealousy. So, marriage was for everyone to know that two demons are both "off limits" unless they get explicit permission from the married partner (if you wanted to sleep with Asmodeus, you would have to ask Rosier or risk going to demon court over it ajshdksa). And there was going to be a silly recurring joke where Baal kept trying to get Lucifer to marry him.

BUT, as funny as that all was, I thought it made way more sense for demons to view sex way more casually and to be more openly polygamous. marriage just didn't make sense for a lot of what i was doing

anyway, here is some Asmodeus and Rosier rambling with (maybe) mild spoilers:

Asmodeus and Rosier are still basically married though. And Asmodeus is pretty protective of Rosier. Sometimes Rosier goes out to wander the forest and Asmodeus will get stressed and go after him just to make sure Rosier is safe, but Rosier always notices he's being followed. And then Rosier will pretend to be offended and then they'll fake-fight and roll around on the forest floor and be really annoyingly cute with each other.

Rosier and Asmodeus have a fireplace in their bedroom, and i think they like to sit in front of it and be cozy all the time, also. i think Asmodeus will usually lay with his head on Rosier's lap (maybe grunting a little; he has a lot of chronic pain in this book) while Rosier embroiders and they listen to the crackle of the fire.

I keep thinking a lot about how Asmodeus is this big scary demon associated with lust and sex. And Rosier is this demon who's not any good at being a demon, and who experiences little to zero sexual attraction, and who only really likes intimate, romantic, gentle sex. I think it's pretty cute. Asmodeus could be with anyone else, easily; he could pair with someone who matches his sexual appetite and whose relationship with him isn't weighed down with all this traumatic baggage. But he likes Rosier, more than he likes anything else

[all-pacas]

chase's whole "it's tuesday uwu" thing is VERY early 2000s romantic gesture. straight out of the love actually playbook. very how i met your mother of him. did it age well? not super

but it's very funny because honeslty? it is probably the best way to specifically provoke cameron. because he (and foreman, and the world) are kind of right. cameron is the least neutral person on the planet. she is the least stoic and apathetic person on the planet. her entire "this meant nothing to me and never did" thing was a lie.

like yes. i get it. fandom has decided she is cold and unfeeling and never cared about poor chase uwu, but also. that's not true. that was never true. what cameron does is pretend to be stoic and neutral and cool when in fact she has feelings for everyone and everything and has never gone a day in her life without overinvesting.

"you're the one i'm least likely to fall in love with," she says to the man she will get married to in two years. by the next episode they're spending nights and coming into work together. by the two week mark they're grabbing all their meals together and spending all their time together. she calls it a "relationship" during this period and he corrects her; maybe it's not true love, but clearly there are no "this is just sex" boundaries and never were. they "break up" and she's the one angry and hurt, chase even calls her out on acting like she was the one who got dumped.

but she refuses to admit she does like him, because she probably did sincerely intend on not liking him (even as she's all smiling and blushing when he gets her flowers, even when he asks her point blank if she feels nothing and she can't answer), so chase gets Aggressive about it. he knows she likes him, because she does like him.

and i think he is wrong in that he's underestimating how stubborn cameron is — she never would have given in to his tuesday thing out of principle — but also, if he'd let it go, she'd have never addressed it either. because she is afraid of commitment (of falling in love and losing again), and she likes to pretend she's tougher and more neutral than she is. so he keeps trying to push her into admitting what they both know is true. he actually gives up pretty quick: he gets fired after about a month and tells her it was silly. but joke is on chase again, because as soon as he isn't around cameron starts to miss him.

and that's… i don't know, passive-aggressive of her, maybe. flighty. only wants him when she's losing him. except she already liked him. except that in their relationship to come, we see she's willing to make huge sacrifices for him, take huge steps for him. she was willing to destroy her husband's sperm, a hilarious sentence but a big deal to her. she offered. she made the call before telling him. she married him, which, we can and should joke about that disaster, but this from cameron, who is driven by her feat of commitment. cameron, who idealizes her first marriage and uses it as an excuse to not date, who calls it true love, who uses it to define her life. she is not going to marry someone casually, or because she feels guilty. her panic about him proposing was because she thought he didn't mean it, not because she didn't want to say yes.

and we can and should make fun of the dibala situation, but even there the fact remains: cameron was willing to throw away her morals for chase. her moral core, her ideals, all of it. her sense of right and wrong has defined her from day one, she is against murder, and she heard her husband killed a dude and was ready to accept it and stay with him. it was only when chase pushed back, decided he wasn't sorry, decided he wanted to stay with house, that she gave up. and yes it's a mess and i'm not arguing she wasn't a bit hypocritical about it, or it wasn't badly written — but still. the biggest reddest line cameron has, and for chase, she was willing to put it aside.

is cameron still fucked up and messy as hell? yes. but she's not stoic, she's not cold, she did love chase, this is a cameron apologist blog, i love her, she's the messiest woman on the planet

[thebisexualdogdad]

Sound of thunder - Kate Bishop x M!Reader

Kate Bishop was not afraid of a lot of things however one of the few things she was afraid of was thunder and currently New York City was in the middle of a huge storm.

Everyone was stuck inside while the rain poured down and Kate insisted you come brave the storm at her place.

Yes to spend time with her boyfriend but mostly because the last thing she wanted was to be alone if the power went out especially since she sent Lucky to stay with Clint at his farm outside the city because she'd feel bad keeping him cooped up in a small apartment for days on end.

You brought over plenty of supplies to ride out the storm and some games to keep you occupied in case of said power outage.

In order to keep Kate from stress eating all your food in one day you put on her favorite movies and did a puzzle together.

It did the trick of keeping her calm until the first sound of thunder hit.

"Holy shit what was that?" Kate panics.

"Hey, hey it's okay, it's just some thunder, you're alright," you say, moving closer to her on the couch.

"I know, I know I'm acting stupid," she sighs, shoulders slumping in embarrassment.

"Kate it's okay, everyone is afraid of something, I'm afraid of cruise ships," you tell her.

"Because of the possibility of sinking or because cruises are just terrible," she says.

"Both," you chuckle and she laughs, "see there's that smile I love, don't forget babe, you're Kate fucking Bishop, you're the hawkeye who took down kingpin."

"I love you Y/N," she says kissing you lightly.

"I love you too," you say but then there's another clap of thunder and Kate jumps.

"Can we do something else?" She asks you.

"Whatever you want," you reply.

"Let's have sex," she blatantly states.

"You want to have sex right now?" You chuckle.

"It's the only thing that's gonna keep my mind off the thunder," she says when she sees a flash of lighting through the window, "and the lightning."

"Well okay then," you laugh, taking her hand and guiding her to her bedroom.

Who were you to say no when Kate puts sex on the table.

You spend the next twenty or so minutes making out in her bed and casually removing each other's clothes.

You can hear the rain slamming hard into the window but even when more thunder hits Kate isn't bothered because your lips are on hers and all she can think about is you.

You take your time with her, making her cum twice with your tongue and fingers before finally slipping your cock inside her.

She's moaning and groaning, an absolute mess from the way you've been working her body.

It's slow and gentle, looking deep into each other's eyes and breathing in sync.

She's holding onto your back for dear life when she cums a third time, this one much more intense than the prior ones.

Kate is moaning your name so loud her neighbors were sure to hear her but in the middle of a storm that was prime entertainment right there.

When you both finish you roll over onto the mattress next to her.

"So are you feeling better?" You ask.

She curls into your side, head on your chest and arm around your arm, "so much better, I think I'm even starting to like storms."

You laugh and kiss the top of her head, "well they say the storm is supposed to last the entire week but if this is the best way to keep you distracted then I'm not complaining."

More thunder rolls and this time Kate doesn't even flinch, she's never felt safer than in your arms but with sex this good, she could pretend to still be scared.

[tell-me-a-tale-that-tells]

Little Prey

+18 if you're a minor do not read this

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Summary:

Scratch finds a prey to play with.

Warnings:

Knife play, roleplay, blood kink, explicit language, explicit sex scenes.

Notes:

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT ⚠️

Okay, sorry, this is not a thing I usually do and I know it's I'm the tag, but I want to be precise that everything that happens in this fic is staged by Scratch and the girl he picks up, it's consensual even if maybe not so safe, but they're safe and sound at the end!Sorry again, I just want you to stay safe!Love ya!

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He stalked her for some time, knowing now her route, her habits.

The night is a clear and chilly one, he waits in the dark, and the cold doesn't bother him as he lights up a cigarette.

Smoking is a bad human addiction, such as drinking alcohol but he can't deny it to himself from time to time.

He is that fucker's doppelganger, after all, they like almost the same things.

Almost.

Scratch likes killing above everything else.

He waits some more, the faint red light of the cigarette is the only marker that there's someone in the dark corner, near the rear exit of the building.

The door opens and she steps out, locking it behind her with a key, with her bag on one shoulder she approaches her car.

The prey is about to fall into the trap.

The young woman is trying to start her vehicle, and the headlights flicker before going out.

"C'mon you old girl" he hears her say.

But her car won't start. It simply can't.

Someone must have changed her perfectly working battery with a flat one.

What a pity.

He arrives, casually walking into the parking lot, with stolen keys in hand, and pretending to search for his, he looks at the logo on the keys, Mazda.

He makes sure that she can see him, but he ignores her like he didn't hear the engine failing to start about five times.

She opens the door and shyly calls for him. 

"Excuse me, sorry to disturb you but my car won't start. I don't understand much about this sort of thing. Can you check it, please?" she's so polite and genuine.

Scratch makes his better good guy face, smiles warmly, and accepts to help her, or at least he fakes to do it.

He opens the engine roof and pretends to search for a fault, he finds one because it's the one he puts there.

Convincing her to take her home takes some time, she's a cautious and conscious type of girl, and she knows it's bad to accept a lift from a stranger.

Oh, but he looks so kind, so handsome too.

She rides in the passenger seat, she likes to talk and he listens to her all the time, not missing a word because you can't never know what's useful in the future. 

Knowing if your victim has someone who can look for them if they won't show up or won't come home.

She's alone, he already knows, except for a cat.

The young woman is feeling comfortable he can say by her body language, she's used to talking to strangers with the kind of work she does.

A waitress at a restaurant,  the kind of place where everyone knows everyone and you can expect the same people every day for twenty years straight.

He drives carefully, respecting the segnaletics is fucking boring but he makes an effort for her.

She only gets suspicious when he tells her that he knows a shortcut.

Suddenly the car feels claustrophobic, she eyes the door handle realizing that it won't open until the car moves, there's a tick fog outside and she would get lost in no time if she tried to escape, not knowing where to go.

Scratch begins to have real fun, he can sense her fear and distress but outside she looks calm.

"We should have arrived yet," she tells him.

"It's because of the fog, I can't risk it" he answers and he seems honest, just he's not.

The car slowly enters a parking lot, the gravel under the wheels it's the only sound besides the engine, which stops when Scratch turns the key.

"This isn't my home," she tells him and a dark chuckle bubbles up in his throat.

"Of course, it's not, sweety" he smiles now, but it's not the same as before, it's predatory and wicked.

There's a big neon sign above them "Oceanview Motel & Casino" It says, its old and vintage style and casts an unsettling light on its surroundings.

He gets out of the car, and opens the door for her too, like a gentleman on his first date.

She steps out and he half expects her to run away screaming,  they usually do that or pray to him to take them home, that they won't go to the police.

Scratch is proud of himself because he chose well this time, he likes it when his victims have that false state of calm, she is trying to show him she's not afraid.

Just for the measure, he takes a knife out of his waistcoat's inside pocket, lets it shine, and reflects the red light from the sign.

She doesn't even flinch.

Somehow a small hotel like that one has so many rooms that it is the 666, and he escorts her inside.

The room is very small and dimly lit, there's just a double bed, a drawer, and a weird old TV.

There's a chair too she notices and a rope neatly folded on its seat.

Scratch watches her begin to lose control, she understands now the end she will make.

He imagines her dying alone in a squalid motel room with no one other than her murderer, her blood will stain the old cheap moquette.

Scratch sits on the edge of the bed and cards his fingers through his slicked-back hair, he likes it better that way than the pathetic look his doppelganger has.

That man has no taste. Except for women. 

He rolls up his sleeves even if he knows he will stain his clothes anyway and eyes her sideways. 

She's still like a salt statue, her back pressed against the chipped wooden surface of the door, breathing a bit faster.

"Will you hurt me?" she finally asks.

"Of course, yes" he answers smiling, his white teeth showing up menaciously.

"Are you going to rape me?" she asks again.

He furrows his brows "All these questions...just now? Do you want to ruin my mood?" he sighs, pissed "No I won't,  I'm a killer but I have my fucking limits, you know?"

Scratch sees her tense more than she was before.

"Unless it's what you want" he casually says, checking the sharpness of the knife.

He always liked sharp things, guns are not his style. With those he can kill of course but it is the thrill of finding blood gushing and staining his hands that he's after.

"I could not deny a last wish. I'm an honourable man" he is closer to her now, pushing her more against the door.

"My last wish is returning home" she sobs knowing it's a desire he won't grant.

The blade dances across the delicate skin of her neck "Do you wanna know why I chose you?" he asks, cutting a tin red line that merely bleeds.

She shakes her head, cautiously, the knife is still pointed at her throat.

"Because I just knew you would look so pretty when you're crying. I believe red is your colour, what do you say?" He cuts again, more deeply this time, drawing blood even if not much.

A drop of blood descends to stain her white blouse, and at the same time, tears start falling from her eyes ruining her cheap mascara.

Scratch knows his way with a blade in his hand, he cuts the buttons of her blouse, little pearly white disks that fall into the ground almost without a sound.

He admires her heaving chest, filled with fear and anguish, her pretty round breasts look deliciously soft.

He engraves a small X on one of them and then sucks the blood from it, she squeals as he licks up at the wound and smiles.

He could hear her heart drumming wildly.

"If I let you fuck me, would you let me go?" she suddenly asks, out of breath but full of hope, she feels he's hard against her leg.

"What makes you think that I want you?" he chuckles darkly.

Scratch starts to think about all the things he could do to her and can't decide on a single one to start, he wants to destroy her and ruin her for any other person who might come after him.

Using all her holes and making her make such pretty little noises and screams.

All of a sudden Scratch dumps her on the bed and tears her clothes away from her body,  snapping her panties to pieces with his bare hands.

The young woman doesn't know what to do with her hands, she tries to cover herself, and the moment after she tries to reach for him, to push him away or pull him in.

He remains out of touch, kneeling on the edge of the bed noticing the damn thing is too soft, he slowly removes his waistcoat and rolls up the sleeves of his white shirt.

He forces her legs open, finding not much resistance on her part, skin delicate and warm flesh, It gets warmer as his fingers descend from the firm grip on her ankles down to the inside of her thighs.

One look at her face and he discovers that her pretty make-up is ruined by tears streaming down her cheeks, just her lipstick is still on point.

He wishes he could ruin it more pleasantly, like shoving his cock down her throat, but there's no time, he smudges it with his thumb, collecting the red pigment and drawing a line on her lower belly.

"I think...once I'll be inside you I'll reach this point here," he says, looking down at his action.

There's a line from her clit to seven or eight inches above it, she stares at it shakenly and confused and he's sure she doubts his calculations, after all some men lie about this sort of thing. 

He pushes into her, one, then two, then three of his long fingers.

She doesn't protest but he knows that he is starting to create pain, scissoring and scraping at her thighs walls with his blunt nails.

It is so hard to resist that dark little voice in his head that tells him to just start jackhammering.

His fingers leave her softness and he sticks them in his mouth, moaning at the taste.

Having the right amount of time he would eat her out for hours without even getting tired, the sweet flavour could save a starving man.

He fumbles with his zip for a second, shoving his hand into his trousers, dragging his hard cock out.

He rests it on her belly, right above the red line, covering it entirely, he smiles smugly.

Draping himself on her body, he stares attentively at her face while his long length enters her. He's halfway in when the voice in his head wins, he snaps his hips filling her.

Her mouth is moving, she's gasping for air, but nothing comes out.

He's buried so deeply he swears he could feel her heart beating on the tip of his cock and all he wants now it's to rearrange her insides.

The pace Scratch sets is slow but brutal, he withdraws almost completely leaving in just the head, and then slams back in, so hard she can feel the burn of him ripping through her pussy and up to her womb.

He thrusts again and again, each time pushing more of himself into her until the push almost makes her hit her head on the headboard.

As his teeth scrape against her neck, she curls her arm around his shoulder and tightens her body around him, urging him on.

There's merely a moment where they lock their eyes together, lips almost touching, but it's soon over, Scratch hides his face on her shoulder.

She screams when he bites down, drawing blood and severely damaging her skin, which will scar her for sure.

"Ah please, it hurts too much" she sobs but he doesn't know if she is referring to the bite, the iron grip on her hips, or the pussy he's destroying.

"You take it so well. Ah! Did you just get tighter? You dirty little girl" he teases her, his voice rasping and broken by the pleasure.

"Want me to keep talking?" she moans loudly unable to stop herself  "Oh yes you like it. You like having me ramming into your squelching tiny cunt" 

He's not lying, the sound her body makes it's pornographic, her hole so wet that drenched the sheets underneath.

"I'm going to plunge my cum so deeply, you're gonna feel it there for days"

He closes his eyes and releases the first jet of cum, pounding his hips into her hard.

Her walls start to quiver around him and she comes shouting and squirming, head thrashing from side to side and nails buried in the skin of his shoulders.

He doesn't want to stop.

Scratch pulls back and then slams his hips forward, spurt after spurt shooting into her womb, pumping into her, watching her face, and lacing his hand in her hair.

He preserves, enjoying the slick slide of his fluids, fucking out the cum he fucked in a minute prior making it drip down to her other hole.

Her breathing is ragged, and her eyes are glazed over, and unfocused, her legs are still shaking.

Two digits sneak between them, drawing lazy circles on her clit and she tries to push him away, the pleasure mixing with pain once more, she's still too sensitive.

"Please stop, I can't go on" she cries.

"Do you want to leave this place on your legs or in a black plastic bag?" He chuckles darkly, retrieving the knife.

"I...I don't... " she struggles with the words while the blade cuts a long line between her breasts.

"CAULDRON!!" she shouts.

Scratch let go of the weapon immediately, kneeling up with his hands held high near his head.

"Fuck! Are you ok?" he asks.

"Yes, sorry. You cut too deep" she replies.

Scratch finally pulls out, hissing at the sensation of leaving her well-abused hole, gaping and dripping.

He opens a drawer, takes a medical kit, and passes it to her waiting hand "You were about to forget the safeword?" he mocks her.

"It's not my fault you fucked my brain out!" she chuckled and then hissed when the disinfectant makes contact with her wounds.

"You said the same thing last week, I should print it and hang it on the wall" 

Her legs are still spread, bent, and slick with sweat, and Scratch glances between them, and ponders about having a smoke instead.

But he can't resist any longer he lays on his stomach and lowers his head between her thighs, licking her clean, 

when he begins to suck at her clit he feels her hands carding through his dark locks, caressing his scalp.

"Aren't you a big hungry boy?" She giggles "Come here now, I need to rest"

"Cuddles? Really? Shit, you're domesticating me..." He however does as she tells him, rolling to a side beside her, letting her come closer and snuggle against his chest.

"Goodnight little prey, dream of my next hunt" he whispers as she drifts off to sleep.