#deep thoat

[icameheretoreadstuff]

not so loud

Pairing: Inexperienced!Choso x F!Reader Warnings: 18+! MDNI!, NSFW, first time Oral (M recieving), Smut without plot. deepthroat, almost busted, smut, unprotected sex. Summary: Youre currently down on your knees inside his bedroom with people right outside partying, the music is loud but He's trying his best to not make any sounds. A/N: masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr.

"mmf, y/n" Choso's hips were slowly thrusting up into your mouth, you gripped his hips and leaned back to breathe, "relax for me, do not move your hips" you whispered, precum and drool was connecting you to his cock. "this is, mmgh" he looked down on your tounge while whimpering, as you swallowed and licked up his precum "more please" he huffed as you inhaled his cock, you felt you were starving. Sucking, slurping and inhaling his cock deep inside your mouth felt so unbalivable good. His muscles tensed up as he tried to not shove his cock down your thoat again. "y/n" his hand was on his mouth as he tried to not moan out loud. He had never experienced this sensation and he was struggling badly to keep quiet. You smirked as you looked up at him while licking around his tip. "fuck" he whimpered as he closed his eyes shut and moaned loudly behind his hand as you inhaled his dick.

A tear fell down your chin as you could feel his balls on your chin, His thick dick was down your throat and you couldn't stop moaning, sending vibrations to his cock. He let out deep moans as you breathed through your nose. He gripped your hair into a fist as he continued to moan loudly, he couldn't hold back any more. You had small breaks of breathing properly before inhaling his cock, all the way in until his cock was shoved down your thoat and then slowly out and reapeat. His moans became your addiction, you wanted him to be more loud. "y/n" he moaned "this feels so good" he whimpered as he looked down on you, with his hand still over his mouth.

"Choso!" yuji yelled outside and tried to come inside the room. He held the door tight and locked it in panic, while his dick was still deep inside your mouth. You popped his cock out of your mouth to take the oppertunity to fully breathe. You looked at his beautiful cock and couldn't help yourself. You continued to suck him off as he tried to form a sentence. "Occu- mfh" he whimpered "occupied!" he managed to say as he muffled his mouth. You slowly licked his length as you could hear yuji talking in the background. "Come on out and party with us!" Yuji knocked on the door, Choso looked down on you with his cock inside your mouth, you hummed as you inhaled his length deep inside your mouth again. "y/n-" he moaned "What?" Yuji yelled "the music is too loud, I can't hear you" Yuji knocked on the door, Choso's mind was foggy and the only thing he could focus on was how good your mouth felt like. Choso whimpered as you grabbed his balls and licked his length from his balls and all the way to the tip. "Occupied!" Choso whimpered, feeling close. "Oh, sorry" Yuji said and finally walked off.

You began to pick up the pace as his breath began to feel uneven and deep from his chest. He whimpered as his hips began to automatically thust inside your mouth. You popped his wet dick out of your mouth and quickly took off your pants, "please" he huffed as his dick was throbbing and slammed against his ripped abs. You grabbed his dick and guided him behind you, you sat down onto the table "fuck me, choso" you smirked as you spreaded your legs and held them up in the air, your hands were behind you holding you up for support.

He walked over at you and placed his tip at your entrance and whimpered "grab my legs, place them onto your shoulders and hold me tight" you moaned and he obeyed. He grabbed your legs and lifted then up and placed them on his shoulders as his muscled arms embraced behind your back, "just like that" you moaned as you felt his cock deep inside you while pressing your hips closer to him.

"kiss me choso" you whispered and he leaned closer and crashed his lips against yours. You hummed as he leaned his forehead on yours, you could feel his dick driving you insane, filling you up. He looked deep into your eyes for guidence, "snap your hips" you barely managed to say as he obeyed instantly and whimpered. His brain went foggy as he thrusted into you, his moans rang into your ears. He looked at you while whimpering, closing his eyes shut and let out moans as he thrusted harder into you.

He grabbed you and held you tighter against him, you held your hand over his mouth as his moans filled the room. He couldn't hold back anymore "You feel so good" you praised him, he moaned "can't stop" he whimpered as he snapped his hips and clapped hard into you. you moved your hand behind you to hold yourself up and pressing your hips more into him.

His moans weren't silent anymore and you were to fucked out to care, it only turned you more on. "just like that, babe" you moaned "youre so good to me" you huffed feeling close, "i'm gonna cum" you moaned as you could feel his dick hitting all the right spots fast. "choso" you moaned as you climaxed hard, he whimpered feeling overwhelmed by your pretty moans and first time hearing such amazing sounds coming from your sweet lips, he felt he could taste your breath as you moaned into his lips. Climaxing on his dick sent him over the edge as he snapped his hips and climaxed deep inside you.

He moved his hips away as his dick slipped out of you, you moved your legs down and pulled him into a kiss. "Amazing" he whispered "I've never done this before" you smirked and kissed his neck "don't worry, I have so much more to teach you" you whispered into his neck that sent shivers down his spine, causing him to let out a whimper. "y/n" he whined "I want you so bad" he whispered and cupped your face and kissed you deeply.

[rafesslxt]

CONGRATS ON GROWING YOUR ACCOUNT POOKIE!! I was wondering if you could do something with a mean dom Theo maybe something with giving him head and he’s just so mean and degrading 😩 (can this also be an established relationship) THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

he would be soooo mean especially when he had a reason to be mad like losing a quidditch game.

"fuck - yes baby. Take it like the little slut you are." he groans when you start bobbing your head up and down, lips wrapped around his cock. His hands grabbing your hair, pushing you down deeper until you start gagging and squeezing his thighs.

He pulls your head up so you could take a deep breath and shoved you back down with a evil laugh. "What? Thought I‘d go easy on you? Wrong fucking adress baby." he says, bucking his hips up so that the tip of his cock hits the back of my thoat.

"You just love it when I use your mouth like that hm?" he pulls out again, slapping your right cheek with his dick in hand. "Beg to suck me off." he damands, grip tightening in your hair.

Whimpers and whines fall from your lips, your thighs pressng together for some friction while you start begging your boyfriend to take him back into your mouth. "Please Theo, I‘ve been such a good girl today. Please let me suck you off."

A smug smirk forms on his lips when he sees you so desperate in front of him on your knees, lips puffy. "Hmm alright baby, then do it." he says, leaning back and watching you lick the tip at first, collecting his pre cum with the tip of your tounge.

You can hear little breaths coming out of his mouth, biting down on his bottom lip as he watches you take him. "pretty little cockslut.." he groans when you take him in your mouth deeper again.

His cock hits the back of yout throat, making you gag and his eyes roll back into his head. After a few more minutes his moans grew louder, his hips bucking up uncontrollably. "Shit – 'm gonna come!" he moans, eyes sqeeted shut and mouth wide open.

He bucks his hips up one last time until he starts coating your throat with his hot spurts of cum. You swallow everything he gives you, licking your lips afterwars.

He let‘s go of your hair and breathing fast and heavy, a little smirk on his lips. "That felt so good principessa." he says, pulling you up from your knees again.

hope u had something like that in mind 🫶🏻 sorry it‘s so short but i have over 40 requests and 40 drafts 🥲

xoxo sarah <3

[codnasties]

Not sure what to look for but if requests are open could I ask for some Captain Price? Not sure what to look for at the moment but height difference goes CRAZY and his arms that could probably choke me

chocking w/price 🚬 (🌽 link)

price is so big. like those strong shoulders of his accompained by his slutty waist. thighs as thick as fucking tree trunks. the sheer height as he towers over you. and those arms... hairy, strong forearms, biceps that bulge with every movement, pulling whatever shit he's wearing thight around the,

oh, to have big blury price choke you using those brawny limbs of him. having him take you from the back while standing up. one of his thick arms sitting snuggly against your thoat, choking you nicely. both restricting the air flow lightly and making you arch your back.

furry chest laying against the top part of your back the position makes you push your ass back onto his cock, making it hit your sweet spot repeatedly. pushing himself deeply into you every here and there so you can feel how deep he can actually get.

his other hand, unable to find a place to rest, going from holding you face, groping your tits, laying on your stomach right on the place he can somewhat feel himself deep inside of you or sliddong all the way down to play with your clit. plowing into you, making his thighs plap against your reddening ones as he keeps plunging into you, chasing both of your releases.

when he pulls out and just let his cum drip out of you onto the floor

[bokutosbiceps]

don't stop til ya get enough 

monkey d luffy x afab!reader | smut | ~700  words

warnings: smut. it's SMUT. i'm the blowjob queen + i hope it shows. based off a true story LOL

a/n: happy thanksgiving from me + luffy to you !!

18+ MDNI

luffy writhes as his cock slides between your pussy lips, throwing his head forward and feeling around with his mouth for your soft, jiggly tit to pop in his mouth. 

he pants as he feels the tip of your hardened nipple poke his cheek, mouthing at your nipple till he's sucking on it. the moans coming from deep within his chest add to the pleasure that his suction is giving you, and you can't help but moan, too. 

his hips stutter and you can hear the lewd sounds of his cock sliding through your slick as he grinds onto your pussy.

“you're doing so good for me, monkey.” you coo, running your fingers through his hair, starting at the widow’s peak that adorns his sweaty forehead. 

“gotta p-prove you wrong…” luffy huffs, his voice rising an octave with each glide of his cock through your labia. 

“so competitive!!” you giggle, your hips jerking upward as the tip of his cock brushes your clit. you gasp, a soft moan following. 

the sound drives luffy crazy. the sounds coming out of your mouth, the sounds coming out of your pussy, the wetness coming out of your pussy. it's all too much for luffy. he thought he'd be able to take on the challenge of spending ten minutes with you like this without cumming, but he suddenly realizes he doesn't care. right now, cumming is more important. cumming in you is more important. 

luffy decides to fuck it all, to fuck you, and halts the movements of his hips. he looks at you through his lashes, grinning at the way your eyebrows are raised in confusion.

“you okay—ah!” luffy’s hand around your neck makes your inquiry die on the back of your tongue. he squeezes, but not too hard, as he lowers his mouth to your clavicle, biting and sucking along the ridges of the bone. 

“ya always taste so good for me, sugar. how d’ya do that?” luffy’s breath is hot against the side of your neck. “m-my treat. no one else is allowed to have ya.”

he releases your clavicle from his mouth and crawls up your body, eventually kneeling above you and stroking his cock inches from your lips. you feel droplets of his pre cum sprinkle onto your face and your tongue subconsciously darts out to clean your face off.

“open wide.” luffy commands, using his thumb, sticky with his pre cum, to yank your chin down and open your mouth. he grabs the back of your head and shoves his cock deep down your throat, letting out a deep and guttural groan.

“fuck, so tight n warm…” luffy’s hips are erratic, snapping forward to shove his cock as far as down your thoat as he can, recoiling just enough to free his base. 

you moan, your throat closing around luffy’s cock and your eyes watering. luffy lets out a few breathy giggles, his other hand now on the headboard of the poor bed to steady himself as his hips continue to pummel your face. 

“are ya t-thirsty?” luffy breathes, his abs tightening and relaxing as he feels himself fighting off his orgasm. he wants to feel your throat around his cock forever. he wants to hear your moans, muffled by the way he's fucking your face, forever. “i’ve got a bunch of cum jus' for you, my girl.” 

he grabs a fistful of your hair and twists it, allowing himself to bury his cock in your throat and hold your head to his pelvis. his curly, black pubes tickle your nose and you whine, the vibration causing luffy’s hips to jerk a little bit.

“h-hey, don't—hah!” luffy is moaning and writhing and whining and squeezing his eyes shut as he holds your head still on his cock, his cum shooting in thick, staccato spurts down your throat. he lightly pushes you back, your lips releasing from his cock with a slick pop and a sharp gasp leaving your mouth as you fight for air.

his chest is heaving and his face is toward the ceiling, eyes squeezed shut and mouth wide open as he tries to catch his breath. you're trying to do the same, as you struggle to swallow the thick load of cum you were just so kindly force fed. 

once luffy’s almost recovered, he looks down at you, a big grin on his face as he licks his lips. 

“your turn, pretty.”

taglist: @kingofthe-egirls @bowsa-jr @anemptypuddingcup

[sizzlingstarlightsky]

*Ribbed For My Pleasure

Azriel x Reader

Word count: 676

cw: smut without plot, fingering, fisting, slight shadow play, rough editing

His hands. Oh Gods his hands.

The texture of his fingers molding between your flesh. Working you like putty melted around his.

"You're so good bunny." Azriel purrs, shivering your spine.

"Sir," your voice raspy, gasping for your next moan, "Your hands- I love your hands."

Stillness.

"What- ?" Three scarred fingers still cocooned in you warmth. The male was too stunned to speak.

Flushed, airy, "They're ribbed, for my pleasure... fuck please please keep going sir?" Waves of confusion spiraling your mates lust coated eyes.

You've been watching him. Admiring the ways he flexes his fingers while writing or holding a fork. ...cutting his food- gods you just needed to know what it felt like. If his fingers were this delicious, how was the rest of the meal?

"Fist me Az. I wanna feel you down your forearm. Fuck... your scars feel divine sliding in and out of me."

As his fingers started to fall back into rhythm, the air fills with the sounds of your lewid orcestra once again. "Are you sure Angel?"

"Please. I need it"

"Well, then let's see how good of a girl you are."

The momentary loss of his skin being repleaced with the pressure of more digits aligning themselves to your entrance coiled something so deep, so primal in the base of your stomach. Tickling your very soul and being. "I'm ready. Give it to me sir."

The pressure. The texture. Fuck. It felt like being torn open and sown back together by the hairs of a God. Four fingers in, three knuckles deep, thumb teasing your opening. His thick moan ripping the oxygen from your blood. "You take me so well bunny. Look at you fucked out with my hand deep in your womb."

Bliss. That's all you could feel. All that you were. At the hands of your mate, grinding down to his wrist, feeling him- needing him inside you. If you asked him to put his head in he would find a way. Just as addicted to each other as you were decades ago when the mating bond was accepted. You'd try just about anything with one another.

Azriels growls grew as his thumb finally slid inside. Scar tissue pressing against your walls, creating rippled screams of please from your thoat. Shadows curling around your body to get a better view, playing with your nipples and clit. Finding any contact they could to add to your pleasure.

Mate. Must please our mate.

One hand fisting your sopping wet cunt, one gripping your jaw, Azriel leans inbetween your neck. Leaving a trail of kisses from your earlobe to your collarbone. Evenetually finding shelter in the crook, he bites down. Marking his mate. Taking his claim.

"So good baby. Just like that- fuck your so beautiful."

"Az... Sir.. I.. I"m"

"Let go Y/N, cum onto my hand." That was your undoing. His raspy dark voice, his delicately rough hands, the pulse of love and adoration being shot through your chest. It was all too much. Arching against the bed you scratch at Azriels shoulders. Screaming as your release dances down the ridges of his skin. Skin intertwined with yours.

" You did so well my love" Wispers of praise help ease you as your come down settles. Bringing your mind back to reality.

"Don't leave yet. Please"

"I'd never leave you bunny. I should take my hand out, but I'm not going anywhere." With a whine of displeasure, Azriel begins to slowly pull his arm out of you. The shadows bring over a towel, cleaning you up before tossing it to Azriel. Allowing their singer to clean himself in your esseence. You were as much their mate as he.

"Drink sweetheart" handing you a cool glass of water the sleep starts to hit your eyes "Let's get you cleaned up. These sheets desperatly need to be changed or we'll be sleeping in a waterbed." Kissing the top of your head Azriel carries you into the bathroom, ever the loving mate. "I love you Y/N"

"I love you Azzie"

[kentogetsmewetter]

SOCCER PLAYER GETO

⋆｡°✩Genre: head cannons about soccer player geto nsfw

⋆｡°✩Contents: cock sucking, praise, degradation, p n v

⋆｡°✩Synopsis: Head cannons about soccer player geto

⋆｡°✩A/N: lowk not the way I wanted this to turn out but fuck it we ball probably gonna make a different one later

Soccer player geto!Who you meet conducting an interview after he won a champions league final

Soccer player geto! Who can't help but to be humbly cocky when you ask him about the fact there could have been another penalty given which would have given the other team an advantage, shrugging "who cares" with a small smrik plastered across his face

Soccer player geto! Who flirts with you the whole time while you're doing the interview looking you up and down while biting his lips never taking his eyes off of you

Soccer player geto! Who gets so caught up in his fansty's with you that he doesn't even answer your questions. Looking at the way your mouth moves while you talk to him wondering how your lips would look wrapped around his cock

Soccer player geto!Who persuades you to stay until after he finishes a quick shower wanting to show you something.

Soccer player geto! Who can't help but chuckle as he sees your reaction as your eyes drop down to the towel he had on hanging lowly on his wasit his happy trail going down to his toned abs then his v line.

Soccer player geto! Who some how gets your lips wrapped around his cock like he wanted. Deep grunts leaving his mouth while your tounge swirled around his tip

Soccer player geto!Whos always praying and degrading you saying things like " fuck you look so sexy" "such a nasty girl having my cock down your thoat like that" " this is why you came here huh? wanted to suck my dick so fucking bad didnt you." " fuck, your mines gonna be mines for ever

Soccer player geto! Who's warm cum oozes down your thoat he holds the back of your head making sure you sallow all his seed.

Soccer player geto! Who's fans go crazy at the way he acted in the interview wanting to know more about the women who was stealing their man

Soccer player geto! Who after months of dating would always start dedicating his goals to you.

Soccer player geto!Who can't help but to smile a few months after you to started to date you always telling him off about mistakes he made in the game telling him how he could do better.

Soccer player geto! Who loves when you get all mad at him after a game cause he always gets to make you feel better.

Soccer player geto! Who loves the feeling of you finger nails digging deep into his back as he gives you deep and hard thrusts

Soccer player geto! Who whimpers feeling you cunt clench deeply around his cock. "Fuck baby he moans out. Whipping the tears that came from your eyes as his cock continuously rammed into your g spot

Soccer player geto! Who says things like "your taking my cock so well" "what a dirty fucking slut." " stop running take it like a good girl" "you know you love it relax for me baby." " suffocating the fuck outta my dick."

Soccer player geto!Who always takes care after you making sure to clean you up run you a bath while whispering nothing but sweet things into you ear making sure he wasn't to rough on you

[sonicfanthenightfury5099]

Slashers with an S/O who has a Dragon Dido

Note: Had this idea brewing in my brain, so I decided to write about it.

Not sponsored by Bad Dragon

Synopsis: Reader asked Slashers if they wanted to experiment with their Sex toy

Minors DNI Reader is GN

Michael myers (both 78 and RZ), Jason Voorhees, The Sinclair Twins, Brahms Heelshire, Corey Cunningham

Michael Myers OG

When Michael found out you have a sex toy that's big and looks not human, he has questions about it

You explain what it is and how it works

It's a Dragon what now?

People make those and in the size you own?

When you ask if he can use it on you, he got a little offended

Why have that when you can have the real thing (even tho it's not that big like the toy)

With much convincing, he obligated to do some role play

You go down on your toy, your boyfriend has strap on to himself

He's enthusiastic about seeing how far you can deep thoat it before choking on it

He doesn't have to cum without holding, the toy can do that by his hand

Pounding into you seeing the bulge in your stomach produced by your dragon dildo is a site to behold

He's the Dragonoid, and you're his human mate of this role play

When it's decided you came enough, he makes your Toy cum. Pulling out your see his "seed" leave your engorged hole

Now he wants to do it again another day

Michael myers RZ

You sick minded person you are

How does that thing even fit??

You want me to do what?? Don't we do that normally?

Michael needs some time before he's ready to put it on for some fun

When the time comes, he's looking Ok with the strap-on.

🎶Big guy with a big Dragon Dick🎶 😂

Michael is going to be careful about this, still wondering if this whole toy is going to fit

But once it starts, it's going well. You're moaning from pleasure from the thrusting he's doing.

Once you start to asking for him to cum, he doesn't obligated cause he wants to go a bit little longer

Eventually, Michael simulates the dildo cumming pushing the syringe plunger, filling you up with the "Seed"

Pulling out afterwards, the cum lube flowed out of you, giving you a head tilted from the site. Pressing your stomach to watch more flow out

Definitely want to do it again rn

Jason Voorhees

Oh God Your Going to give Poor Boy a Heart Attack when you show him it

Jason has so many questions

How did you get it? Do people use these things? It can do what?

Jason is going to nearly a month or 2 before he puts on cockzilla

When the time comes when he's comfortable with the idea

Poor Boy is blushing from seeing the colorful dick fit on his big body

Being extremely careful with you

Putting it halfway in so he's not hurting you he starts out slow

Once the pace picks up, he pushes the whole Dildo in. Causing a bulge to form

Poor Boy came himself in his boxers from the friction

You comfort him from his accidentally mess he did. Afterwards, he went to clean up

Next time, he's going to be careful when role-playing

Bo Sinclair

What in God's green earth did he find in the bag in the shared closet?

When you came home, he had to ask about the Elephant or in case Dragon in the room

"A Dragon Cock? I didn't know you're that Twisted in the head, Darling."

This Cocky A-hole would definitely want to jump into this role play with the new toy

Trying to fully deep throat with it, nearly hurl from the gaging

Taking you behind with this bad boy

"That's right, take it, darling."

He makes you cum so much your overwhelmed

Releasing the "cum" from the syringe into you

He may want to get peg by that now to spicy up your relationship

Vincent Sinclair

Oh my God, what's in the Box??!!

Vincent is definitely a Dragon fan, and the fact you gotten a Dragon Dildo he's definitely red under his mask cause he wants to try it

Definitely work you up before pushing it in

Thursting the whole 8 inches of this Dragon Dick and going to town with you

Vincent was having fun watching you squirm around this big fake cock as he fucks you

Thinking it's enough for this, he released the "cum" into your hole before pulling out

Just watching the "seed" drip down from the expanded hole just makes him want to do it again

Could you do it to him another day?

Brahms Heelshire

What on earth are you using??

His eyes are wide behind that mask, seeing the large thing you're riding

Next time, his stinky wall ass comes out he's going to ask about what you have. First, he's going to be scolded for being a Pervert for watching you, then second, you're going to have to explain what it id

"Aren't Dragons supposed to be slayed, not something in the bedroom?"

You explain that people get these types of toys of different types for pleasure

You asked if he would like to use it on you if he's comfortable about it

The next night, he was lying on the bed strapped up, woty the big dicky pushing the plunger of the syringe some "cum" oozed out of the tip spooking him

You started out on giving some oral play on toy, giving your partner a subductive look while he just watched with red in his cheeks for the site

You started to ride on your dragon dildo while he watches you bounce on your toy.

After a while, he was pounding from behind before releasing the "cum" into you, it leaked from in between your hole and cock dripped onto the sheets

Brahms would like to do this again another time

Corey Cunningham (He's Adorable Fight Me! And this is a what if Corey became a Hero in Halloween Ends)

Oh poor baby saw the box on the counter and had a peek before turning away with an embarrassment on his face

You had to calm him down before explaining what you have and explain that people are getting to spice up. Corey was sheltered by his mother about the subject of Sex and toys

Corey would need a confidence boost before he decides to do the hanky panky with you

After becoming comfortable about having sex with you and about the "you know what" that's in your closet atm

Corey strapped up with the 9 inch Gradient Dragon Dick with the tube leading to a syringe full halfway of the "cum"

Start out slow, not putting it in fully being careful with you

Getting more into it and started to pick up the pace. Corey started to pound into you harder, having the bulge poking up from the dildo

Telling Corey to cum into you which he muched obligated, pushing all of the "cum" from the syringe into you

Would definitely want to it again another day

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That's all

Again I'm Not Sponsored by Bad Dragon

[niallsgoldhoop]

sweet spot

a niall horan short story part one of six / six thousand words-ish nsfw, 18+

“I’m going to get another drink!”

I smile at my friends before turning away from the round table we’ve been sitting at, cutting my way through the crowded bar full of people dressed in various shades of green.

St. Patrick’s Day was the day to go out.

This year, for once, it fell on a Sunday which was the only day that I was off work.

Not that I was complaining— Owning my own bakery was the one and only thing that I had ever wanted and dreamed of.

So this morning when a couple of my closest friends asked if I wanted to go out with them later that night, the only obvious answer was yes.

“What can I get for you?” Looking up at me with a wide smile, the girl behind the bar mixes a couple of drinks before pushing the one in her hand right to the girl next to me.

Biting on my bottom lip, my eyes scan over the rows of liquor bottles lined up behind her. “I’ll just take an old fashioned with an extra cherry, please!”

“You got it, babe.”

Turning her back to me and pouring my drink, I lean against the dark wooden bar top to wait. While I’ve made my rounds to different pubs and bars over the years, I’d never been to Wilson’s before. It was full of sports memorabilia and vintage Guinness signs.

As my eyes take in everything around me, I realize one more thing that this bar has that none of the others have ever had.

Him.

Jesus Christ.

Even from here I can tell his eyes are light— a contrast to the dark chestnut color of his hair that curls out from the bottom of the Boston Red Sox hat perched on top of his head.

Sitting with a small group much like my own, the moment his eyes meet mine from across the distance something shifts deep inside my belly.

Heat blooms across my cheeks as I look away, focusing my vision on the baseball game playing on the television to my left, only I definitely couldn’t tell you a single thing on it.

“See something you like?”

Whipping around at the sound of a low, Irish accent, I find myself face to face with the most attractive man I’ve ever seen.

If I thought he was captivating from across the room?

That was nothing compared to standing right next to him.

Under the brim of his hat, those eyes are so blue that it takes my breath away especially when the golden ring around his pupil catches the light when his fingers grip the brim of his hat and turn it backwards.

Fuck me.

“I—Um—“ Words evade me as he looks over the features of my face, those eyes falling to my lips for the longest few seconds of my life.

Running his hand over the dark scruff lining his jaw, it does nothing to hide the smirk that pulls at the corner of his full lips. “Cat got your tongue?”

This time I realize it’s my turn to let my eyes linger where they shouldn’t as a smug smile pulls on the corner of my own lips.

“Niall.” Holding his hand out to me, goosebumps travel up my arms at the electric touch between us. “And you?”

Just as I go to answer, the drink I ordered slides in front of me, looking so refreshing that I can’t help but pick one of the cherries out and bite it between my teeth, my tongue catching the drop of cherry flavored whiskey from my bottom lip.

“Willow.”

His thoat bobs against his swallow, that thick accent rough and low as he pushes closer to me as someone slides up to the bar behind him, repeating my name back to me as if he was imagining the taste of it on his own tongue. “Willow.”

I’ve never met someone who I’ve been able to fall into a conversation with so quickly. It feels like we stand there forever, slowly drifting closer and closer to each other. The smell of his vetiver and bergamot cologne becomes more and more intoxicating as time goes on.

“So, this is your holiday?” Taking a sip of the amber liquid from my glass, I look up at him through my lashes as the last rays of the sun filter through the old stained glass windows of the bar.

His laugh is loud and full before he leans a little closer to be heard over the noise, his tone playful with something else hidden under the surface. “I guess that depends.”

“Oh yeah?” A smirk pulls at the corner of my lips when Niall reaches out, his finger boldly tracing the thin green strap over my shoulder before following the path of my collarbone. “On what?”

A final peak of the sun hits the gold hoop in his ear just before he leans forward, his soft lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “Are you going to kiss me because I’m Irish?”

“I don’t know—“ Reaching forward, my middle finger tucks into the pocket of his jeans as I look up at him, my head tilting to the side. “Are you gonna kiss me if I’m not?”

Time stands still between us as Niall glances behind him, towards the table of friends he left behind, his hand dropping to my waist where the tips of his fingers slide just barely under the top of my jeans. “Maybe not on the lips— But I can think of some other places I’d like to get my mouth.”

“Here?” This time it’s my turn to look behind me, towards my friends. “I—“

“Well, I’m not opposed to that.” His voice sounds laden with honey. “I won’t lie, Willow— You are one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen.”

A blush crowds the apples of my cheeks as I push a lock of hair behind my ear. “I could say the same about you, Niall.”

“Will they miss you?” Blue eyes look over the top of my head as he looks towards my friends. “Because I know the guys at my table won’t miss me.”

Biting my bottom lip, I shake my head. “They’ll be fine.”

I wasn’t a stranger to a one night stand— in fact, I feel like that’s what I preferred.

Working the hours at the bakery mixed with helping my sister, it just worked out that way. Plus it never really bothered me to be single.

There was something about Niall that felt honest.

Deep in those sapphire eyes with their golden sunset, there was a feeling in my gut of trust.

Ever since I was younger I’d always had intuition that was rarely ever wrong, something that I held close to my heart, letting myself lean into those feelings.

“So what do you say, Willow?” That brilliant smile splits across his perfect features, a couple of small crinkles at the corner of his eyes. “Want to get out of here?”

“Are you asking me to make an Irish exit?” A laugh bubbles out from my lips as I look up to him.

With a shrug of his shoulders, that hand resting along the top of my hip slides along the rough material on my jeans before his fingers dip into the waistband, pulling my body flush with his as his lips brush across my jaw. “Is it still an Irish exit if you leave with someone who’s Irish?”

“Mm, maybe not.” My words come on an exaggerated breath— one not meant for the public to hear. “Let me just send my location to my friends and tell them I’m leaving.”

Niall nips my earlobe. “I can't stop thinking about what I’ll do when I’m alone with you.”

Pulling some cash out of my wallet and pushing it across the bar, I listen to the fire blazing through my blood as I thread my fingers through his, looking up at him with a smile.

“I can't wait to find out.”

_________

I’ve never wanted someone so bad.

The entire ride in the back of the taxi to Niall’s house was like the ultimate tease of his attention.

From the words he whispered against my skin to the way his hands rested heavy on my thigh, his pinky just teasing along the seam of my jeans.

His lips hadn’t even met mine and I already knew just how impactful it would be when they do.

God, how fucking god they’ll feel.

On my lips.

On my skin.

When his hand finds mine as he says goodbye to our driver, butterflies flood my belly as he guides me in front of him to the front door of a quaint bungalow style house complete with a blooming garden.

“Fucking finally.” My body presses into his front door as he reaches into his pocket, the sound of metal keys cutting through the crisp air. “When I saw you— Standing at that bar— All I could think about was getting you here, with me.”

One hand wraps around my waist as the other pushes the key into the lock, turning it and pushing open the heavy door. As much as I’d like to look at everything inside, that idea falls flat when Niall grips me by the hips, spinning us around and pushing my back into the door as it slams shut.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? With where this is going?” Cupping my jaw, his thumb presses under my chin to bring my gaze to his. “If we’re going to do this— Together— I want you to be vocal, okay? I want to hear you answer me and tell me what you want, what you need. Can you do that for me, Willow?”

I swallow the nerves building up, nodding my head, my tongue rolls over my body lip. “Yes— Yes, I can do that. Please, Niall—“

“Come here.”

When the space between us closes, his lips on mine, I swear to god it feels like the earth starts to spin in reverse.

Soft and supple, Niall moves his lips along with mine as if he’d been doing just that for years. I can't even contain the whimper that falls from my own lips when his tongue teases across my top lip as his hands slide under the thin top that I pulled on this morning.

Just feeling his skin against mine sends a wave of goosebumps across my body, making me arch my back to push myself even closer to his warm body, feeling the heat emanating from him.

“Fuck.” His teeth pull on my bottom lip, just enough pressure to send a jolt through my nervous system. “I could stand here and kiss you all night, Jesus Christ.”

“Mhm.” Is my only reply as my lips travel from his and across the scruff lining his jaw, down to the spot under his golden earring, pulling the skin between my teeth and soothing it with my tongue. “But then I wouldn’t get to see this.” Dropping one of my hands, I cup him through his jeans and listen to the low groan from deep in his throat. “Wouldn’t that be a shame?”

“Yeah? You want to see my cock nice and hard for you— Is that it?” Niall pulls back just enough to meet my gaze as his hands fall from under my shirt. “I’m going to ask you some questions, okay?”

“Okay.” Breathless, I feel the electricity as it buzzes underneath my skin.

“Is anything off limits for you?” Working the button of my jeans, he keeps those blue eyes on mine.

Shaking my head, I feel my heart rate skipping a beat. “No.”

“Good.” A smile plays at the corner of his lips as the unmistakable sound of his fingers pulling down the zipper fills the space around us. “Do you need a safe word just in case?”

“N—No.” I shake my head again. “I don’t.”

A small nod is the only response I get before Niall drops down in front of me, looking up at me from his knees, his fingers curling around the edge of my pants before pulling them down to reveal the skimpy lacy covering my center.

“Jesus Christ.” Strong hands drag up my thighs as his eyes go wide. “This incredible body is just for me tonight, is that right?”

Through dark lashes framing his eyes, the blue fades out as the darkness of his pupils expand. “For tonight, yeah.”

“Are you going to leave that pretty green top on? Or take it off?” The very top of his finger traces the edge of the black lace, making my thighs inadvertently rub together. “Don’t worry— I’ll take care of you.”

Gripping the edges of my shirt and pulling it off, I drop it next to where my shoes and my jeans sit in a small pile, my hand reaching out to run through Niall’s dark hair.

When the soft light from the lamp across the living room catches the silver barbells through my nipples, his eyes close as he tilts his face up to the ceiling, almost like he’s in need of his own savior.

“Willow.” My name falls off his lips on a groan, one from deep inside his chest. “God.”

With my back still against the front door, a small gasp leaves me when Niall’s lips press against my skin, small kisses dancing across my thighs and the soft nips from his teeth adding to the sensation.

“Look at you— Soaking wet.” Dragging his finger over the center of the damp fabric, I tilt my head back when he presses his fingertips to my clit. “I bet you taste sweet, so fucking sweet.”

“Maybe if you quit talking you’ll find out.” I answer.

Niall scoffs, looking up at me. “So the pretty girl from the bar has a bratty side, does she?”

Hooking his finger into the lace and pulling it to the side, I can’t help the way my lips pop open as his tongue moves through my center, the tip of his tongue swirling around my throbbing clit before pulling away.

“Niall—“

“You know, I like brats.” Pressing a soft kiss to my thigh, his nails drag down the back of my thighs before peeling the scrap of material from my body. “So by all means— Keep going.”

Before I can formulate a response, he buries his face between my legs and when he suctions his lips around my clit, it feels like all I can do is not to unravel right then and there. Burying my hands in his hair, I moan out as he goes back and forth between tracing mindless patterns across the sensitive nerve and flicking his tongue in a rhythm that doesn’t even seem humanly possible.

“So fucking sweet.” Resting his head on my lower stomach, I take a second to catch my breath before feeling his finger as he drags it through the wetness he’s created. “I bet this cunt is so tight, so warm.”

Pressing one finger inside, he only draws it back to add a second one before hooking them both forward and finding the spot that only those few and far between have been able to find.

“Niall, oh god—“ Letting go of his soft brunette waves, I let my fingers slide up my belly until they find the silver piercings on my chest, messing with them to add another level to the pleasure he’s giving me. “That feels so good, so damn good.”

“Let me.” Moving my hands out of the way, he grips my heavy breast in his hand before flicking the metal and making me cry out. “Put your hands up— Over your head.”

I do as I’m told just as he finds his home between my legs again, the sounds coming from the back of his throat making me whimper louder than I even knew was possible. Especially when he lifts my leg over his shoulder, his tongue working in tandem with his fingers as he eats me with fervor— as if he hasn’t had a drop of water in a desert for years.

“Are you going to come for me like this? Against my front door?” Nipping the sensitive nerve, I feel my walls flutter against his fingers. “How many times has someone made you come before, Willow?”

My eyes flutter closed as he sucks and licks me like never before, his fingers pressing harder inside of me. “Thr—Fuck, three.”

“Challenge accepted.”

Those words are the last ones I hear before he brings me to a pleasure I’ve never known.

“Fuck!” Letting my mouth fall open, I cry out as my orgasm crashes through my body. “Niall.“

He stands up to tower over me, cupping my jaw and letting his fingers dig into my cheeks, a silent question.

When I nod and open my mouth, he lets his saliva mixed with my release gather on his tongue before letting it fall into my waiting mouth.

“Perfect— You are literally perfect.” Crashing his lips to mine, when his hands slide down my thighs, I let him wrap them around his waist before he turns us away from the door. “I’m going to have so much fun making a mess out of you— wrecking you.”

His lips move against mine in a slower kiss than before, taking his time.

I pull back from him just enough to see the dark walls of his bedroom, the bed looking like a cloud from the fluffy sheets and the half made duvet spread across the top.

Niall sits in the edge of the bed, his hands moving across my ass at the same time he drops his lips to my neck, leaving wet kisses down until he takes one of my nipples into his mouth.

“Oh, yes.” Barely a whisper, the sensation of his warm mouth along with his tongue flicking across the metal makes me arch my back. “More.”

Releasing one and doing the same with the other, he pulls away too soon. “Get on your knees first.”

“And if I say no?” I gripping the hair at the base of his neck, I pull until he has to tilt his head back to look up at me. “If I want to be a brat?”

A low laugh falls from his lips as he stands to his full height, turning so that he can drop me down onto the bed, reaching out and grabbing a fist full of my hair just hard enough that I feel the sting in my scalp.

From my scalp all the way to the spot between my legs.

“You want to be difficult? That’s fine.” Working the button of his pants, I bite my bottom lip in anticipation. “You can be difficult with my cock down your throat, yeah?”

When he releases my hair, his hands make quick work of his pants and briefs, shoving them to the floor and kicking them off to be forgotten until later before grabbing his shirt and adding that to the pile.

Just the sight before me makes me whimper.

A perfect amount of dark hair dusts across his chest and even matches the trimmed hair that leads to the most perfect cock that I’ve ever seen.

“Go on, put your mouth on me.” Gripping himself in his left hand, Niall presses the tip of his cock to my bottom lip, using it to pull it down to release it with with a pop. “Let me see how well I fit.”

Opening my mouth, I flick my tongue along the underside of his length, looking up at him through my lashes before closing my lips around him and drawing him in.

“Holy shit.” Dropping his hand, he threads it through my hair instead. “Just like that, baby.”

The small amount of praise makes me take him deeper, letting my tongue run along the thick vein that decorates him. His hand in my hair tightens as he hits the back of my throat, a moan breaking through his lips.

“Open your throat for me, I know you can take more than that.” Niall demands.

Doing just that, I let my jaw relax and when he pushes even further, the intrusion makes my throat restrict— gagging around him and feeling tears rush to the corners of my eyes.

“Again—“

Pushing forward, this time I let him rest at the back of my throat for a couple more seconds before pulling back, using my fist to work him over as I catch my breath.

I don’t waste time before taking him back in my mouth, keeping my eyes on his as I taste the saltiness of him, wishing more than anything he would give me everything— to let me swallow everything he could give me.

“I can’t—“ Shaking his head, Niall pulls back. “You’re mouth feels too good, Will—“

The shortened version of my name makes butterflies erupt in my stomach, ones that I immediately have to tamper down at the reminder that this is what it is.

One night.

A nickname means nothing.

“You’re ruining my fun.” I say with a pout, looking up at him.

“I am?” He grins as he looks down at me, his tongue rolling across the inside of his cheek as I nod. “Fuck, then around and keep your hands where I can see them.”

Eager to please, I maneuver around the mattress until I face away from him, letting my palms run across the soft sheets until they extend in front of me while Niall drops his hands to my ass.

“Willow, were you being honest when you said nothing was off the table for you?” Smooth palms work small circles across my skin.

Turning to look over my shoulder, I catch Niall’s gaze looking at where he wants to be buried, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “I was being honest— Do your worst, Niall.”

Before I can finish my last breath, he raises his palm and brings it down across my skin making me cry out at the sting of pain.

“How’s that feel?” He asks, bending to press a kiss to the area. “ Feel good?”

“Yes, yes—“

Another sting across the opposite side, this one harder than the other as he squeezes my flesh in his hand. “Good, good girl.”

After a few more stinging strikes, I can feel my arousal as it drips between my thighs, the need for him so strong that I don’t know how to even possibly control it.

“Niall, I need more— Please, give me more.” I beg.

“Tell me now… Do you want me to get a condom?” Voice thick, his lips press to the middle of my bare back as he bends over me, letting his hands run over my breasts and toy with my nipples. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“No, no.” Shaking my head, I breathe out. “I get tested and I’m clean.”

“I am too.” Warm breath skates across my back. “I can show you the results.”

Rolling my lips together, I whimper. “Don’t make me wait— I need to feel you inside of me.”

Niall presses one last kiss to the center of my back before I feel the blunt head of his cock as he runs it through my center, coating himself in me.

If I thought he was going to say something— I was wrong.

Instead, he grips my hips in his hands and buries himself so deep inside of me that my cries seem to ricochet off the walls from feeling him filling me.

“So fucking perfect.” He says, pulling out to the very tip before slamming back into me and pulling my ass up to meet his thrusts. “My cock fits so well inside you. Can you feel how greedy this little cunt is, huh?”

“Oh— Oh my god—“ A moan slips from my lips as he punishes me for things I haven't even done, his grip no doubt leaving bruises of his fingertips behind. “Fuck, Niall. You’re so fucking deep.”

From behind me, I can hear the sound of his hips meeting my ass, each one more punishing and relentless than the last. Niall lets his hands slide from my hips to my ass, moving just right so that when I hear the spit leave his lips and land perfectly on his cock, I feel myself racing towards another climax.

“I can feel you squeezing me, are you going to give me another one of your pretty moans? Coat my cock?” Bringing his palm down against my skin, my knuckles turn white as I grip the sheets. “Who would have known you were this fucking filthy.”

“Right there, please don’t stop!” The cry from my lips leaves my mouth open as I choke around the moan that follows it. “I’m going to come again. Oh fuck, right there. Please.”

Niall buries himself with such power that my release lets go, barreling towards the finish line as my teeth bite down on the comforter as I push my face into the bed. “God, Willow— You’re squeezing my cock so fucking good, holy fuck.”

He pulls out of me only to pull me to the edge of the bed and roll me over, sinking himself back inside of me, making my back arch off the bed while my hands reach for anything to hold onto.

“I could spend days buried inside of you and not get enough.” Meeting my gaze, Niall slows his thrust as he rolls his hips, grinding the base of his cock against my clit. “A night isn’t enough. Play with those pretty piercings for me, Will, please.”

Using both of my hands, I pinch and play with the sensitive peaks, giving the attention that I love and loving the way his eyes feel as they travel from my eyes all the way down my body to watch where he sinks inside of me.

“Harder, I need it harder—“ I say, biting my bottom lip.

Niall leans over the bed, his hand wrapping around the base of my throat, squeezing just enough to restrict my airway. “You want to be fucked like a slut? Is that what I’m hearing?”

Only able to nod, my voice catches in my throat as he picks up his pace and thrust into me so hard that my back slides up the sheets of the bed. “Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah?” Sweat drips down the side of his neck as he hovers over me, those blue eyes flaring with unbridled lust. “How’s that?”

“So good.” I moan, my nails scratching down his chest and over the muscles of his stomach. “I feel, god. Your cock feels so good.”

“I’ve never been buried inside someone that feels like this.” He moans, tilting his head up to the ceiling. “Strangling my fucking cock. and trying to kill my for everything I have.”

Dragging his hands away from my neck, his hand splays wide across my chest as he pushes me into the mattress. “Come on baby, I can feel you ready to soak me again— Give it to me, let me have it.”

“No. I want—“

Niall groans as he brings his thumb to my mouth, pushing it in deep enough that I gag before he drops it to my clit, working circles around the nerve as I cry out his name so loud that if he had neighbors close enough they’d never have to wonder what his name is.

“Stop being difficult, fuck.” Thrusting into me, he drops his head to mine and pulls my bottom lip between his teeth. “Come around me, now.”

Giving over the control of my body, Niall fucks me as I release around him again, coating his cock and soaking the sheets as he drops his head to my neck, sucking the skin between his teeth.

“There you go, look how perfect you are when you listen.” Low and rough, his voice is like gravel. “Such a fucking good girl for me, Willow.”

I nod, feeling empty as he pulls out of me and grips my knees, pushing them apart to look down at my weeping cunt, the mess he created.

“Fuck.”

Dropping down, he wastes no time before taking my clit into his mouth, the suction so hard that it sends me spiraling into another orgasm and coating his tongue with my release, making me squirm on the sheets.

“Niall, I— I can’t, my god—“

“Get up, let me see you dripping for me.” Niall runs his tongue along his bottom lip. “I’m not done with you.”

“I—“

“Now.” His palm cracks across the side of my breast, making my breath ragged as he fists his cock, taking a step back from the bed and reaching for my ankle to drag me to the edge. “Stand up and bend over. Take my cock like the good girl you are.”

I scramble to stand up, my legs already feeling weak as he grips my hips and turns us to face the dresser along his wall, the oversized mirror hanging above it.

“You’re going to watch me fuck you in this mirror— Watch as I fill this cunt to the brink with me, do you understand me?” Wrapping my hair around his fist once, twice— he tugs on it when I don’t answer. “Fucking answer me, you slut.”

Nodding, I rest my elbows along the top of the dresser. “Give it to me, please.”

“There’s that nice girl I met at the bar.” He smiles at me. “You are so perfect, so beautiful.”

Slower than anything else we’ve done tonight, Niall pushes inside of me; it feels like every single ridge and vein touches the right spot inside of me, filling me up so full that it brings tears to my eyes.

“You gonna cry over this cock?” Pushing harder, Niall places his hands on the outside of my arms flat on top of the dresser, the heat between our bodies an inferno as his sweat slicked skin moves across mine. “Cry over how fucking good we fit— Cry over how well you’re taking me— Taking me so deep?”

Shaking my head, I find his eyes in the mirror. “I can’t—“

“You can.” Niall presses forward, my legs shaking as he reaches around to bring his fingers to my clit and working the sensitive nerve into tight circles. “You can take it, and you fucking will.”

“Niall—“

“You’re going to come all over me again and then l’m going to fill this perfect pussy so full that you’ll be dripping down your thighs for me.” For the first time, his voice falters as I feel his thrusts foster for just a second. “Then maybe I’ll be done with you.”

Pushing up onto the tips of my toes, the new angle causes me to cry out, my hands sliding along the wood and pushing a stack of shirts to the floor at the same time that Niall’s scream blends with mine as he empties himself so deep inside of me that it feels like I can’t breath.

Fucking me through both of our orgasms, I feel the tears as they stream down my cheeks at the same time I gasp for air to fill my lungs.

“Fuck, Willow— Fuck—“ Niall grips my hips as he slowly pulls out of me, his eyes trained between my legs. “Look at that.”

Dropping to his knees, I let my head fall onto my arm. “God.”

“I made such a mess of you.” Using his thumbs, he pulls me apart to watch as his release runs down the inside of my thighs. “I’ve never seen someone look so good coated in me, dripping my come.”

“Niall.” The words from my lips are hoarse as he stands up, wrapping his arms around me and pulling my spent body into his. “I’m so— so tired.”

“You did so good, baby.” Pressing a kiss to my temple, I let myself sink into his arms knowing that it’s a chance I won’t get again. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

Carrying me to the bathroom, I don’t protest when he starts a bath and helps me climb inside, the warm water soothing me into a post sex state that I have never experienced before.

As he runs his hands over my body with a lavender body wash, I let my head rest against his chest from where he sits behind me, listening to him as he keeps telling me how good I was.

How good I am.

“You know, you could stay here.” Pressing a kiss to my shoulder, I close my eyes at his words. “Spend the night.”

Shaking my head, I turn to look at him. “This was a one night thing, we know that.”

“Exactly.” Pressing a lingering kiss to my lips, he runs the tip of his nose down the length of mine. “You staying the night is still just one night.”

Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I find myself nodding.

Which is exactly how I find myself curled into his side after a change of the sheets, an oversized Harley Davidson shirt pushed up over my stomach as Niall’s warm palm keeps me pulled into him as his warm and steady breath tickles the hair at the back of my neck.

I let myself relish in his warmth for thirty more minutes before I slip out from the sheets, taking one last look at him before making it to the living room and pulling on my jeans before calling a taxi.

Slipping away from the best sex I ever had and leaving without a note is hard, but it has to be done.

Niall and I were meant for one night and nothing more.

However, when I climb into my own bed still wrapped in that white shirt, I find myself wishing for the first time in a king that there was a potential for more.

That we would be more.

That Niall would want to be more.

With me.

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AHHHHH!!!!!

i’m so excited about this story and putting it out here for everyone to read!!! the second part is coming soon and i hope you like this!

-a🍀

[veltana]

@citronbun 's latest Johnny Storm art sparked something in me! Written on phone, not checked!

There was just something about Johnny Storm. You hated that you lusted after him because it was so cliché. He was the hot popular jock and you were just a nerd.

It was so stupid, but every time you saw him your mouth would water and your cunt would throb. Your late night fantasies were often you in front of him, on your knees, getting his cock shoved down your throat. But he would never see you and you were content with your imaginings because they would never ever come true.

One day, as you were sitting in the library you could have sworn you heard his voice, but someone like him was never at the library. After hearing it again you decided to investigate.

You found him together with a girl you've seen around campus, a nerd like you, and it looked like she was trying to tutor him but she ended up leaving in tears. For a second you wondered if Johnny was gonna go after her but he just pulled out his phone and started playing some game.

You stood behind the shelves and watched him for a moment, your mind going hundred miles an hour trying to figure out if you could use this to your advantage. Finally you took a deep breath and approached him.

Nsfw below

“You really did all my homework just so you could suck me off,” Johnny muses as he looks at the bright red A on the paper of his latest assignment. You hum as you suck his balls into your mouth, playing with them. Your senses are full of him and you love it.

“Maybe next time I'll fuck you if you can keep giving me good grades, nerd,” he finishes and puts the paper down as you kiss up the thick length of him. Your eyes meet for a moment and you pop the head into your mouth before gently sucking on him then lowering yourself until he hits the back of your thoat, making your eyes water.

He groans, closing his eyes, and grips the arm of the sofa, spreading his thick thighs more to give you better room. The throb between your legs is at the brink of painful and you decide then and there that you'll do almost anything to feel his dick in your pussy, even if it means burning yourself out because you have to do all his homework too.

[lostalioth]

𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

→ premise: loki knew he was rough and mean and yet he also knew that you loved it.

→ pairing: loki laufeyson x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, knife play, throat training, oral [m receiving], face fucking, degrading, small amount of praise, nicknames [darling, pet, throat slut, love], small amount of gagging.

→ a/n: 03 kinktober

“Get on your knees pet, gotta train that pretty little throat so you know how to shut up slut” Loki growls and grips the back of your neck to push you to the floor. He was leaning back against the soft plush black couch that sat in the center of the living room, his legs spread. One hand still holding the back of your neck and the other palming over his thigh and moving then to rub over the bulge in his pants. “And what if I don't wanna shut up huh?” You taunt and tilt your head. Yet your hand begins to crawl up his knees and lean closer. His eyes glint down at you and an evil smile forms on his lips before he lifts his hips to adjust. Loki's tongue pokes his cheek and he waves his hand to conjure up his dagger. With one swift motion his dagger is pressed against the crevice between your neck and your collar bone, softly pushing the blade against your neck. Your breath hitches and arousal pools between your legs.

“Pants off, take my pants off now darling” he grins and keeps his dagger pressed against you as his eyes shift between your face and the growing tent in his pants. Your eyes glaze over and your jaw goes slack as you nod your head in obedience, just how Loki likes it. You begin to unbutton his pants, slide them down his slender legs as well as his tight black boxers down and off his body.

He flashes his wicked smile at you for complying and pulls your mouth down onto his twitching cock filling your throat. “Oh fuck such a pretty slut you like me being rough you know it, youre dripping right now with my cock shoved down your thoat and this blade pressed against your pluse.” He chuckles softly as he bucks his hips up, his tip hitting the back of your throat. He knows you can't answer him and that only makes him more excited.

You clench your thighs as your slick and arousal soaks your panties. Your erratic heartbeat booming hard in your ears as Loki digs the blade of his dagger a bit deeper. The hand still holding the back of your neck grips harder and holds you down to the base of his cock, his cock filling your mouth and pushing at the back of your throat causing you to gag around him a bit.

“Hold it darling, hold it deep in your throat and dont gag love. Got it pet?” Loki teases and lets go of your neck to rub his thumb over your cheek under your eye.

You run your tongue over a vein sprawling across his shaft and use the spit slipping down his cock to play with his balls, your jaw relaxes and you hold him deep in your mouth without gagging. Loki lets out a breath and drops the dagger to hold the side of your neck and runs his thumb over the bump caused by his cock. It made his stomach swirl and the knot tighten as your throat squeezes him.

“Such a good slut fuck, my little throat slut huh?” He groans as his head tips back.

→ a/n: this was very short and i meant to post it yesterday but i was gonna write more but im already getting a bit of writers block so some will be shorter yk?

[babiesdreams]

Advent Calendar

Day 19 : Jeong Jungkook . +18

Content Warning: BDSM, mostly sadism, humiliation, daddy kink

"Louder" His deep voice resonates inside of you. The soft breeze of his breath against your skin bring softness to his rough actions. You raise your voice, screaming instead of moaning. "Louder" He repeats, this time, it's filled with a lot more neediness. You scream louder, a soar feeling invades your throat. Tears fall down your eyes, like waterfalls, shining over your soft skin.

"See how you can be a desperate slut?" He asks with a chuckle, fingers combing your hair softly. You take deep breaths, in an attempt to calm yourself. His length's still inside of you, but he's stop moving. Your walls crave action, contracting around his dick. "You want me to continue?" Softness returns to his voice, you nod in response. "You sure? I don't wanna overwork you princess" You smile at his sweet words.

"Please continue" You plea. His grin returns to his expression. "Ask nicely" He growls. "Please fuck me" You beg him with a needy tone. He clears his throat, pointing something wrong in your words. "Please daddy" You correct yourself. He smiles and start thrusting your body slowly. "That's better" His comment sends you off, you feel like this can go into a torturous loop.

His moves continue to slow down, until he's barely moving, you protest with a sound, but you get no reaction from him. "Please go faster daddy" He starts picking up the pace a little bit and you quickly understand what he wants. "Please use me like your toy daddy" You moan out, he thrusts faster.

"I'm your little slut, daddy, be rough with me please" You continue to degrade yourself, making him go faster, rougher. Your high starts to build up inside your guts. His eyes are lost in lust, he lets out messy groans and heavy breaths. You get lost in your own moans, his actions begin to soften. "Keep fucking me daddy, please, I need it" He goes deeper, making you scream of pleasure.

"You're so needy fuck" He growls into your ear. "I'm needy for you daddy" You moan out, on edge of cumming. He realizes it and stops moving suddenly. "You wanna cum?" He asks, you nod. "Speak!" His scream makes you flinch. "Yes daddy"

"Then earn it" He says before putting his length into your mouth. You gag at the sudden feeling of his tip against your throat. His hand grabs your hair, making sure you don't pull out. You start moving slowly, somehow making his hardness grow bigger inside of you. You take him as deep as you can, though it doesn't fully fit in your mouth.

His hands push you closer, gagging you until you deep thoat him. Then he starts fucking your mouth as he pleases, deeper, faster, the slow and soft, then back to roughness, until he pulls out of your mouth. You cough, and take deep breaths to recover from it. "Open" He says, demanding. You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out. His spit drops on your tongue right before his loads. They both mixture inside your mouth. You swallow it all.

Before you fully recover, he moves you so that you're lying on your back, his strong arms lift your legs, exposing your intimacy to him. His tongue starts moving up and down your folds, moving around your wetness. His moves focus on your clit, making circles around it, sucking it into his mouth. His fingers join right after, entering deep inside of you.

They curve hitting your sensitive spot, and then they rub around it. You cum almost right away, your body shaking. His fingers pull out of you, both of his hands pinning you onto the mattress. "Stay still, I wanna taste you" He says, still moving his tongue over your folds, forcing spasms along your figure.

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[obamas-eyebrow]

03/Chess Not Checkers.

7th floor x female reader (the 8 show) Masterlist WC:6.2K. specific chapter warnings: Not proofread :P

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You were right, so why did you not feel victorious? Sat on the swingset with an arm around fourth, you looked around to everyone’s empty faces. 7th had taken the spot next to 3rd as he explained the current situation. You bet it was entertaining alright. Arguments, conflict, fights, pain. This was peak television. 3rd’s nose bled a little from 6th’s heavy fist, that filled you with worry. This guy was not money hungry, he was money whatever-it-takes-to-get-my-hands-on-it. 

Who could he possibly be to be that desperate for funds? The bruises on his face, similar to the ones he had when you first arrived, served as a reminder of the kind of person he was. True to the hierarchy here, 8th sat close to him but up on a chair, whilst he resided comfortably on the floor. She was not trying to contain her amusement at all. Everyone could feel it. The shift in the air. 7th suggested everyone takes the day to themselves to reassess the situation and take a break from the week and a bit worth of useless work you did.

4th relaxed comfortably in her sleeping bag, slightly embarrassed by her wall of affirmations and nightlight. You told her that if she’d needed anything, anything at all, she could count on you. 

She embraced you in a tight hug, sobbing into your shoulder, likely just from shock of the morning’s events. After comforting her as best you could, you left her sleeping frame and headed out. There was an odd stillness to the place, everyone choosing to keep to themselves for the time being. You thought about seeking 7th out. No. If there was something to be said he should come say it. 

Back in your room, a thousand thoughts circled your head. So it wasn’t the stairs. And your theory was correct. So now what? Everyone has already figured out that violence is a real kicker with the people watching, so that’s likely going to be their first instinct, no? You glanced over to the money, maybe you should buy a weapon? What good would it do confined to the room though. Simmering in your head wasn’t going to get you anywhere, so you got up to check on 3rd’s nose. You were met with his frazzled face after a short knock. He was fine though, blood loss was minimal. You wanted to find ways to delay your inevitable return to the room but the outside was’t very welcoming. Now hyper aware of all the cameras and the watchful eyes. You don’t know why it had bothered you so much, you already knew this. But having it be confirmed was a whole other thing. 

You lazily made your way up the steps to see someone standing infront of your door, the big number on his back giving him away, 7. He had been knocking with no response so you cleared your thoat. He let out a deep sigh, eyes holding the same dreary expression that you had, hiding behind his glasses. Wordlessly, you moved past him to unlock your door and motioned for him to come in. You shut the door behind him and rested your head on it, back to him. 

“I thought you’d be celebrating,” he deadpanned, back against the cool metal of the chute and face fixated on the opposite wall. 

“This does not feel like a win,” you whispered. 

“I wanted to believe it was the stairs you know. Fruit of our labour and all that.”

“Entertainment,” the word felt heavy on your tongue. “We’re bound to run out of sound ideas fast,” “We just need to try to delay violence as best we can”

“6th floor….”

“I know.”

“I mean what if- what if he decides to-” words kept getting stuck in your throat. 

“Don’t worry,” You didn’t notice that he’d moved to stand next to you until he rested his hand on your shoulder. “I’ll…We’ll do everything we could to prevent this from happening again.”

Though doubt still dominated your feelings, a sense of ease crept in knowing that 7th was on your side. Sure, fist to fist you doubt 7th would win, but, when you turned to look at him, his face held so much confidence and composure, that you couldn’t help but be filled with some comfort. It was just now that you’d gotten a good look at him since the event, he had a bruise on his jaw that your hand reflexively went up to asses, but he winced at the feeling. 

“Are you ok? Are you hurt anywhere else?” you scanned his face for any other defects then took a step back to check the rest of him, not that you could see anything. 

“I’m fine just some bruises. An EMT, huh?”

Your expression read confusion for a second before you registered the question, completely forgetting what had happened before the fight.

“Oh…yeah,” you chuckled slightly. 

“How does a doctor end up here, in this situation?”

“It’s a long story. You sure you’re ok?”

“Yeah yeah I’m fine. Uh…How’s um…How’s third’s…nose?” he twitched and rolled his shoulders several times, the thing you do when trying to get rid of an uncomfortable feeling. This caught you off guard, what about third’s nose made him so uneasy? 

“He’s ok…Is it the blood?” you tried to hold back your smile. He took a deep breath and moved the glasses off his face to rub his eyes underneath, only to fix them back into their place. 

“Yeah,” he said sheepishly looking off to the side, your smile was now evident. “It just gives me a weird feeling. I’d rather not dwell on it,”

Hemophobia. 

“Sure.”

And so you two stood there, in the stillness of your room, both unsure of what to say next. It was in this silence that you’d noticed how close you two were to each other, you could practically feel his breath on your face. Did you stand this close before or had you drawn in closer subconsciously?

“It was you, wasn’t it?” he broke the silence. 

“That is a very ominous and vague question, I can’t possibly know what you’re referring to.”

“The blanket, first floor. That was you?”

“...No.” At that he exhaled a bit. “Liar.”

“I’d rather not dwell on it,” you mocked his previous tone. 

And there it was again, the silence. He was so impossibly close now, it made your brain a bit foggy. 

“Tomorrow, we’ll start talking about ideas,” He sighed. “On what to do for time. There will be suggestions of rough things but we have to keep the conversation level, ok?”

“Mmhm”

He looked down to your lips for a split second then back up to you eyes. You inhaled shakily, how would that be for entertainment. You thought of just going for it, fearing that you’d chicken out later, but then,

Knock,

Knock,

Knock.

Three quick knocks, this was 2nd floor, your eyes widened in fear and he furrowed his brows. Sigh, no use in delaying the inevitable. First you turned to him, 

“You need to go,”

“I-”

“Just…later, ok? We can talk later.” your franticness was evident. 

You swallowed your fear and opened the door, he moved past you immediately, obstructing your view of 2nd floor’s original expression. They exchanged a tight-lipped smile and she turned to stare you down with a her signature angry face. You tried to say something but she put her finger up to her lips, shushing you. She waited till he was practically at his own door to shove you harshly into your room before slamming the door. 

“Ouch, at least take me out to dinner f-”

“What were you doing”

“We were talking about the current situation 2nd. He was just asking me to back him up in a discussion if needed.” “Why were his cheeks red?”

“I don’t know…We didn’t do anything you’re implying,”

She let out a drawn out sigh. 

“Here’s the current situation 5; the stakes have just been upped, I need to know that I can trust you,” “Of course you can!” “Not when you’re sleeping with the enemy!” “I’M NOT SLEEPING WITH HIM! AND HE IS NOT AN ENEMY.”

“He’s one of the higher floors!”

“So am I! Technically anyway…”

“If anything were to happen…” “Hey! Nothing will happen, don’t worry too much. Besides, I’m always on your side 2nd, always.”

  . . .   

You observed from afar as 7th descended followed by 3rd hot on his trail. Your best guess is that they were having their morning smoke together. You sat at the pool with the others to try to brainstorm some content ideas. True to his prediction, 8th immediately suggested pro-wrestling, seeming more obnoxious than usual. Does she plan on being the ring girl? 3rd shot that idea down with minimal stutters, you figured that that was what him and 7th were talking about then. 4th suggested a dating show, which, come to think of it, probably not a bad idea. It would’ve certainly been interesting but there aren’t really many matches made in heaven here. She also suggested a talent show, which wasn’t actually a bad idea. 7th certainly seemed to like it, despite criticism from 6th. 7th offered to start the show off for you in that very moment with no hesitation and you truly admired this man’s sureness of himself. 

You gathered around him near the shared chute, waiting patiently for the unveiling of his talent. You were a little skeptical when he asked for a recorder, unsure if a primary school taught instrument was going to be impressive let alone entertaining. What you hadn’t expected though was for him to stick the thing up his nostril and play. You were in awe. The breath control, the focus, the speed, the experience he would need to execute something like this. It almost brought tears to your eyes. He played a familiar tune; flight of the bumblebee, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him to try to see everyone else’s reactions. A perfectly executed melody, one that not even you could play regularly. The moment he finished was followed by a second of shocked silence then heavy applause. 8th floor was laughing between claps and 6th floor seemed really touched, blowing him a few whistles. You yourself applauded rather slowly as you came to a very important conclusion, 

This is the silliest man alive. 

After the cheers died down, everyone was please to find out you had earned a whopping 20 hours to your time. Everyone was eager to decide on what they will present, but 7th stopped everyone to have a serious discussion. 

“How long do you want to stay for?” That is an excellent question. You’d really rather not overstay your ability to tolerate the conditions here. 4th protested the prematurity of this question but 2nd shut her down, saying we’re making money here to spend it out there. And you could guess that at least one person here was on a debt deadline, probably anyway. Obviously, the logical option was to ask 1st floor when the money would be enough for him. 

“I want to make…1 billion won.” Quite a number. 7th calculated it would take him around 2 and a half months, including the 2 weeks you’d already spent here. Not bad, you hoped. 

7th pulled out a piece of paper to jot down what equipment everyone  bought. You didn’t need to buy anything, what you would use was already available, taking a seat next to 8th in the pool. Everyone practically skipped away towards their rooms to get set up in privacy. You used this time to stretch a bit for the task to come.

  . . .   

The show commenced with 6th floor demolishing 10 roof tiles. 9, actually, as 2nd clearly showed everyone. She then proceeded to not only beat 6th’s record, but also top it with an extra 4 wooden boards. Their friendly competition earned 17 and 18 hours, respectively. 4th floor gave her all, showcasing a tap dancing-yodeling combo. You found it endearing, you’re sure it takes a lot more skill than it looks, but  the viewers did not. Awarding her with only 1 hour 15 minutes. At this revelation, she ran up to the big poolside slide and gave a slightly…provocative show to the cameras, earning her a humiliating extra 5 minutes. Then 3rd got up and you truly didn’t know what you’d expected from this absolute dork of a human being. Maybe you thought he had some super hidden, mysterious talent that was going to shock you all. Oh he shocked you alright. Without even bothering to put some music on, he got into the middle of the pool and began doing what you could only assume was an interpretive dance. Actually maybe it was hip-hop? Actually you really can’t tell. You don’t think you’d felt this much second hand embarrassment for anyone. Likely one of the more uncomfortable 30 seconds of your life, but you’ll live. His 18 minute reward was just salt in an open wound. 1st went up next, wowing everyone with an addictive mime balloon show that ended in confetti. 30 hours!

Witch! How did he do that?!? Anyway, your turn, big breaths. 

1st’s act was a big one to follow, but you found comfort in knowing there’s no way you could flop as bad as 3rd did. You grabbed the speaker and marched over to the built-in trampoline, kicking off your shoes. You turned your song on and waited for the cue. It was your thing back in college, trampolining. It was a small group and you had this huge crush on the instructor but you ended up falling  in love with it, the feeling of weightlessness. You bounced up and down with grace, reaching an adequate height for your tricks, everything from back flips to mid-air splits. The trampoline itself was quite small, making these acts risky, but only you knew that. Jump after jump, move after move, you felt like you were flying. It took your mind off things for a moment but you may have gotten carried away, realising that the finisher was coming up and you still had too much height. It was easy to bring things back down though, best not to fly too close to the sun. You ended your set with a bow to applause. 7th was smiling but 2nd was smiling even harder, cheesing from ear to ear. 24hours! Ha! You finally beat him at something. You walked your sweaty self back to your seat with the others. Just 8th left now. 7th gestured for her to come up. 

“I don't have to do my talent out here, do I?” she asked sweetly. 

“Not necessarily, but still...” 7th answered the seemingly innocent question. 

“Ok, well if I don't have to do it out here, I’d like to do it in my room. 7th would you like to sleep with me?”

A wave of shocked gasps washed over everyone at her boldness, 3rd floor clutching his pearls. Words got stuck in your throat, not that there was any possible thing you could come up with to say right now. 

“I don’t follow?” 

Yeah ok, he was definitely playing dumb. There it was again, the knot of jealousy tightening around your chest. For someone who could swear up and down that there was nothing going on between you and him, you sure do take alot to heart. The interaction in your room earlier had confirmed one thing; this was not just a silly crush. 

“I think you do, sex,” she grinned.

“8th floor, this is a talent show.” ‘8th floor’ wow, full government name and all.

“Isn’t a talent supposed to be something you’re good at? Well I’m really good at it.” She made a lewd movement with her hand. 

“I decline.” He looked uncomfortable, saying his part then immediately looking down to the paper in his hand, avoiding everyone’s gaze. The self-control he must have to turn down someone like that, a bit odd, not that you were complaining. 8th’s smile didn’t drop though, she casted her eyes to the group to pick her next victim, men and women alike. She made a point of stopping by 3rd floor, almost as if she’d pick him, but you weren’t stupid. You knew she was just being a bully. She ended her search by 6th floor’s side, who egged her on by giving a show of adjusting his pants. Maybe bleach would be a good purchase to help you wash your eyes of this image. She chuckled, taking his hand as they both strolled up to her room. 7th looked up from his notebook, likely being met with a variety of ‘What the hell just happened’ faces. His eyes stopped on you and for some reason you found yourself biting back a grin. Recalling the earlier intercatio, oh this man was flustered. He bit the inside oof his cheek and turned away. 

It was hours later and they were still going at it, but you were hungry and the food was locked in 8th’s room. The awkwardness from earlier had diluted a bit, nut 7th was still basically avoidinding everyones eyes, especially yours.

“Trampolining, huh?” 2nd nudged your side. “How come you don’t know how to stretch then?” “I’m just out of practise.” You chuckled. “1st floor, I gotta ask, how the hell?” “To that he just shrugged mischievously and mimed a ‘my lips are sealed’ motion. 

 Finally, after a whole day of waiting, you all observed the time change. 

“69 hours? Why 69? Why not 70-ohhh,” the words came out before you could stop them. It was all in good fun though, as laughter took over the moment for you.

. . .   

Another day, another group brainstorming session. Somehow, it felt like you’ve already ran out of ideas. 6th and 8th were cuddled up together as she admired her nails. 7th sat in his usual spot, which is just any spot higher than everyone else, 3rd and 4th on either of his sides, leaving 2nd, 1st and you on the other side. 7th was just congratulating you on the time gained and opened the discussion for new ‘events’, 1st raised his hand to suggest something. 

“Since we don’t have to climb the stairs anymore,” he hesitated. “Can we go back to the normal way of handling the waste?” Oh god, the waste. It had completely slipped your mind. 

“Yeah of course 1st, we just forgot-” 2nd assured him.

“No! No, its ok, it’s just the smell and…”

“Everyone can go back to handling their own bags.”

“Hmm I don’t like the sound of that,” 8th chimed in, her tone carrying a subtle melody to it. 

“What do you suggest we do then?” 2nd was getting irritated. 

“We could vote!” 4th suggested eagerly.

“Won’t a vote just be picking someone to single out?” you questioned. 

But ultimately, everyone decided on voting anyway. 

. . .   

It was later in the night when you’d taken your spot on the swingset, lost in thought. Voting, pssht, how stupid. Several people had approached you today, campaigning for their preferred candidate. You told them all the same thing though, 

“I’ll think about it.”

Someone came and sat on the swing next to you, you didn’t even have to turn around to guess who it was.  You two hadn’t really talked one-on-one since before the talent show. You cherished these little moments. 

“Crafty nose you got there 7.” You joked.

“It is a humble hobby of mine.” he sighed, someone isn’t in the mood for jokes.

“You here to sway my vote?”

“They got you too?”

“Yeah, 6th and 4th. Then 2nd too. I don’t think any of them liked my answer. I told them I’ll think about it.”

“So who are you actually going to cast your vote for?”

You looked over to him and licked your lips. 

“No-one.”

“What?” “I’m not voting for anyone, I’ll leave it blank.”

“...Why?” “Because…Because this whole thing is stupid 7th! I mean come on; if 3rd gets picked, like 6th and 8th want then that would be cruel. He’s been nothing but supportive and selfless this whole time, I don’t think he has a bad bone in his body. And yeah, maybe this is me letting my feelings get in the way. But also, he’s one of the smaller rooms. You’ve seen how quickly the waste took over 1st floor, this is just a repeat!”

He remained silent, observing your rant from behind his glasses as you paced back and forth.  

“ ‘Ok, well, lets just vote for 8th’ Ok, well, thats just as stupid! I’m not climbing 8 floors to use the bathroom, I think for sure 1 won’t either, meaning we’ll end up just keeping our own waste anyway! Besides, despite my distaste for her, this would obliterate both her and our privacy. Who’d willingly give out their card to others to use their room with no other way to get in?! Who knows what even the kindest person would do in there with all that money.”

He allowed you to continue, popping a cigarette and letting it hang between his lips. 

“The obvious answer here would be for everyone to just. deal. with. their. own. crap. But nooooo ‘I don’t like the sound of that’.” You mocked 8th previous statement. “ If she thinks she’s entitled to have someone else handle it for her, maybe she should be taught a lesson.”

Heavy pants escaped your lips as you planted back down onto the swing, shaking it harshly. You waited for him to say anything, to critique the absurdity of the situation, to calm you down, to tell you his piece of mind, anything. Instead he dropped his eyes to the ground as he continued to breathe in the cigarette. It irked you, this behaviour, made you feel insecure. Like you’d made a big deal out of a tiny issue. Worry got the best of you, so you spoke first. 

“Do you have anything to say?”

“You’re right.” 

“So how do we fix this?”

“We can’t.” 

“I think if we get everyone on board with a re-decision-“ you got up in desperation once more. 

“5…”

“We could maybe have everyone see-“

“5.”

“Hell we could even use supplies to make a public toil-“

“5!” He stood up to meet your franticness. 

“Wouldn’t that just make more sens-“

“I’m voting for third.”

“ I mean c'mon-…..what did you say?”

Surely not. Surely 7th did not just say he was voting for the man that would consider him a trustworthy friend and confidant. Surely you heard wrong. 

He fixed his glasses and ran a hand through his hair, the other hand still housing a half burnt cigarette. You stared in an absolute loss for words at him, though he seemed to be avoiding your eyes, clearly interested by the playset on the opposite side. 

“I have to…it’s for the better.”

“Can you stop speaking in riddles?” You all but yelled. That prompted him to look back at you, a very angry expression on his face. He got up suddenly to match your position, and though it all caught you off guard- the sudden change in demeanor- you held ground. He was, once again, inches away from your face. Breath hot and heavy on your cheek. 

“Don’t you see what this is?” He motioned to the rooms, “This is not a hierarchy, this is a food chain. And she’s the only one on top! She controls the food, therefore she controls us. We have to play by her rules. If we piss her off, get on her bad side and she realises she can use this to get what she wants, then there’s nothing any of us could do to stop it! Not you, not 1st, not me.” 

His voice was still low but anger had very clearly seeped more into his words as he spoke, slowly losing his usual cool composure. His face was red with annoyance at you for not seeing the full picture, not having foresight. He tried to take heavy, controlled breaths but you doubt years of smoking would give him way to do that. You stared blankly. 

“If this is how you think, 7th, then she’s already got you wrapped around her little finger. Playing by her rules only gives her more power. More confidence to do whatever she pleases. If we never stand up to her, nothing ever changes. We’ll be stuck in an endless cycle of guessing then second guessing to make sure she gets her way. What for? Cause you’re scared of her? Sorry 7 but I’m not a coward and I’ve got the scars to prove it. In fact, the time to strike would be now, to show her that no, she doesn’t just get what she wants just because she’s on top. And if you’re so worried about her feelings, why not volunteer to take her place?” You’d managed to keep a pretty level voice all throughout, hoping that the calmness he usually offered you would talk some sense into him. 

“I can’t do that, the higher floors made up their mind and they think 3rd.”

“The higher floors huh?” You pushed your tongue to your cheek. “Why 3rd anyway, was it the talent show?”

He sighed, “He gave an awful performance, landing him in last place so yeah.”

“So if I had been last, you would've voted for me?” Betrayal painted your features. 

He hesitated, picking out his next words carefully. “You gave a lovely performance so you wouldn’t’ve-”

“Answer the question.” Actually you didn’t need an answer, you already knew. 

“I’m sorry.” Genuine remorse flooded his eyes. 

“And what? 8 gets immunity cause she pimped herself out? Cause she gave a show? You and I both know it had nothing to do with talent. I bet you I could’ve earned us weeks had you an I slept together. In fact, I bet they would’ve loved it even more than that nasty pair. At least 3rd tried to do something decent, like a real man.”

This caught him entirely off guard, the insinuation of you and him sent blush down his neck, but both of you were far too angry for him to think about the implications of your words. 

He stared at you with sealed lips, offering himself no defence or retaliation, and offering you no wiggle room to sway his thoughts. This bothered you, more than you could put into words. Anger that had started to rise ever since you started this exchange now threatening to spill over. Especially because the only reason that you had been able to develop a hobby like that was because of privilege, the little that you used to hold anyway. 

“I don’t know who you are 7th,” Every word now shot with heavy venom, “but I can tell you come from money. I didn’t, I had to earn my spot in society, fight tooth and nail to get where I wished to be. I once held a gram of your riches and thats when I was able to take time to work on myself. I know others who work paycheck to paycheck, their only goal is survival. No time for trivial things like hobbies and interests. I won’t punish 3rd floor for surviving.”

He only stared at you in slight defeat, unsure of what to say to that. He could only find another “I’m sorry” to give to you. Even he knew this was pathetic.

You were right, of course you were. But he was scared. He wanted to be as sure as you, as ready to risk it all, but he just couldn’t find that fury inside him. You tried to bite your lip to calm down, to ground yourself, but it wasn’t helping, you needed to get away from him, now. But not before you got one last word in. 

You grabbed the jacket you left hung on the swing and pushed past him to get to your room. 

He made no move to stop you.

. . .   

His woeful expression was still etched onto your brain as you slumped down on the wall opposite to the chute, the metal surface reflecting your face. Maybe you went a bit overboard, tore into him a little too much. You had a habit of losing your cool when it came to things like this, plus, this was just a show after all. No actual harm done, right? To be honest, you felt a little guilty. Sure, in retrospect, everything you said was right. But still. Maybe this was your heart talking, fearing his absence after you’d just started to get used to him. Whatever, I should get to bed. Perhaps tomorrow is a better day. 

You were up in his room, again. Only this time, he offered you a more fair fight; scrabble. Or, you thought it would be a more fair fight, until he started putting things Kakorrhaphiophobia. 

“Fear of failure,” he clarified.

“Gotya,” you giggled as you spelled out ‘photosynthesising’ on the board, usually this would be your winner. 

It wasn’t long before you two abandoned that too, cause you got to the point where you couldn't tell if he was using real words or just making stuff up.  

“It’s a drug!” He laughed.

“Yeah I know what Oxyphenbutazone is, 7, I’m a doctor!”

“Why are you so-”

“I’m done with this game.”He got up to try to come up with another way to keep you entertained, phone in hand as he searched the depths of his brain for another chill board game. You got up to stretch your legs a bit, eyes catching the papers hung up on the wall. They were filled with very mathematical drawings of the place, the floors, the chute etc. He didn’t really pay you any mind, likely forgetting the treasure you’re about to stumble upon. One of the papers hadn’t been stuck on the bottom, making it sway slightly as you approached it. You noticed something on the back, so you brainlessly grabbed the edge and it came off into your hand, having been stuck with a very flimsy piece of tape at the top. Nothing could’ve prepared you for what was on the other side. 

You, a sketch of…you! It was done with a level of such skill and attention to detail that it knocked breath out of your lungs. You were laughing, looking off to the side in your boring white uniform with a subtle glow in your eyes. Curiosity got the best of you as you carefully picked the rest of the pages off of their spot, careful not to damage them. True to your prediction, your face was featured in almost all the papers, in progressively increasing detail, the more he got to know you. They were all different perspectives too. There was one of you having lunch, another what you could guess was you looking up at the time. The one that caught your eye the most though was a particular one of you playing chess. Despite being done in just pencil, you looked ethereal. 

You were so caught up in marveling, you hadn’t noticed him catching you in the act. You weren’t doing anything wrong but…His cheeks flushed a bit, words dying in his throat as he was unsure of what to say to save face in this situation. He probably looked like a total dork right now.

You looked up at him with a flustered expression, flattery washing over you. 

“You…drew these?” He only nodded. 

“7, this is insane! You’re so talented!” 

His eyes were fixed on your excited face. He waited for you to mock the fact that he’d taken you as his muse, but it never came. 

“Will you send one down please?”

“Sure” he chuckled.

“Promise?”

He paused for a moment, gaze piercing yours with intensity. “Promise.”

  . . .   

The blank paper stared at you as you contemplated your next move, unsure of what to put down, thanks to your fight with 7th last night. You’d both been avoiding each other today, not that you were previously cuddled up or anything, but its obvious he’s avoiding your eyes. Truth be told, you don’t know what you could even say to him had he given you the chance, perhaps its better this way. They were waiting on you now to start the voting process. You looked at the paper again and went with your original decision. 

Maybe you weren’t mature enough for things like this, but the fact that no one else thought it ridiculous to slide down to cast the vote made you go crazy. Seeing 7th’s super serious face as one by one you guys slid down to put the paper into the box had you second guessing yourself. Surely someone else found this whole situation hilarious, no? You went in order of rooms, starting from 1st floor and moving up. When your turn rolled around, you couldn’t stop giggling as you went down, being met with a helping hand at the bottom. Weird, he was also smiling kinda? Whats the reason for this? You got up, fixed your clothes and casted your vote. Since his turn was coming up soon, you took over his spot with the box. He slid on down with a straight face and you really couldn’t  hold back a small laugh, grown ass man sliding to vote. When all was done, you headed over to a blank wall to count the votes. 

3rd floor.

3rd floor. 

8th floor. 

8th floor. 

8th floor. 

3rd floor.

“Its blank.” 7th sighed. He didn’t have to look your way for you to be able to pick up on the slight disappointment in his voice. It wasn’t difficult for anyone to figure out who this vote belonged to. He picked the final paper up with a heavy hand. 

“8th floor.” He pursed his lips slightly, shutting his eyes in defeat as the words left his mouth. 6th floor got up in anger, not believing the result. She’s got him so whipped it’s concerning. 8th floor let out an uncomfortable laugh as she clutched her hands awkwardly to her chest. She even had everyone clap for her ‘win’, likely trying to make the best out of the unexpected situation.  

You won’t hide that you took pleasure in her awkward response, shocked that someone like her could be affected by something like this. 

It seemed your blank decision had upset all parties. 7th was likely already anticipating it, so he wasn’t surprised when he opened that paper. 2nd, however, shot you a look after everyone got up to take the rest of the day off. This whole voting/campaigning event had served as content, earning you a substantial amount of time. You wondered how much your argument with 7th was worth. 

Later in the day, you’d been finding unconventional ways to entertain yourself  due to the laack of someone else that  would keep you company. You hoped things will die down and go back to normal in a day or two. Some arguing caught your attention and you left the space to investigate, only catching 8th floor storm off to her room. You bumped into 7th and by then you’d gotten a gist of what happened. 

“Just give her time to cool off,” you tried to keep the situation cool. 

“If only that were the case,” 7th shot you a half-lidded, tired look and kept up after 8th floor. 

  . . .   

You stood out in front of your door in the late hours, observing the time count down, unable to shake the uneasy feeling in your bones. It seemed that not a single person here was pleased with your decision. It made sense to you, though, so why does it matter? 7th’s made sense to himself. Plus you were against the whole system, and if you did vote, it would’ve been for 8th, so the outcome wouldn’t’ve changed. You were picking at the skin of your nails when you heard someone leave their room above, pondering if you should retreat to yours or just not say anything. Too late though, as the person had already made their way past you, you didn’t bother to check who it was, the smell giving him away. He was halfway down the stairs by your room when his steps seized. 

“You’re a hypocrite, you know?” He said dryly. “You said you ‘weren’t a pacifist’ yet chose to stay neutral. You’re not as high and mighty as you think.” 

“I never said I’d vote for 8, I did what I thought right.” He chuckled sourly as he began to descend once again. 

“Going to get another pack?” you said. 

“The worst is yet to come.”

How ominous. 

  . . .   

It was past midnight when the chute finally groaned open with the meals, it worried you that 8th had taken this long to send them down for a reason. Usually, you’d be asleep, but hunger ate away at your insides keeping you up. You crouched in front of the metal box only for your brain to lag at the sight in front of you. 

The meal boxes, empty. 

This psycho took the effort and time to rid every single container of its contents, wiping them down to remove any chance for leftover nutrition. This was not retaliation, nor anger. This was a statement, a well spelled out punishment. This is exactly what 7th feared, though there was not a gram of regret for your decision. You can't say you didn’t see this coming. 

Okay you little brat, we’ll see how it goes.    

04/ King of the hill

[rorynn]

A strange little human but brave.

Authors note: i had this on drafts. This what your reading was called "Lo'ak needs more comfront" but changed it because the meeting is taking to long. By the way you as the reader have siblings and is training to protect your siblings.

•My boy he litterly needs to be heard out. Ones he ran away from his home so he can cool himself after being yelled from his parents.

•Especially from Jake.

•He went somewhere deep into the bushes to a unknown cliff.

•The same cliff where he met you. It was a bit awkward.

•He hang out with Spider without his parents knowing when he heard someone laughing.

•He got closer to see only a little girl probalby his age laughing with another girl who is a bit tallet than her.

•Then he heard you calling her sister in Na'vi, tsmuke.

•You were talking Na'vi so did your sister.

•He and Spider thoat that there is no human kids left in Pandora only Spider.

•The Na'vi and a human boy wanted to leave but the same time Lo'ak wanted to meet you, know you.

•But Spider warned him that Jake will be mad if he figures out he left with no telling.

•Then you appeared out of nowhere. Telling them what are they doing here or you will beat their ass if they are here to hurt you and your sister. In Na'vi.

•Then your sister stopped you and said to look at na'vi boy's fingers. And for Spider who is also a human boy left in Pandora.

•Then you asked curiously who they are.

•Lo'ak then said hus name and that he is the third child off Toruk Makto. The son of Jake Sully.

•Then your sister squealed and told him that you and her heard about his dad. He was a great warrior.

•Then you asked who the other boy is. He said that his name is Spider Soccoro. A friend of Lo'ak.

•Until Lo'ak said Spider is Quaritch's son.

•That shocked you and your sister. Causing Spider to be upset and galred at Lo'ak for bringing that up.

•Until you said that he looks nothing like him.

•Spider seemed less upset.

•Then you asked if they would like to play with you and your sister but your sister told you she can't and that she has homework that the scientist give her about Earth.

•And you didn't, you were only 6. It's like your in the first grade in First Day of school so you didn't have.

•So you played with them.

•Talked about your lives.

•Lo'ak told you he has 3 siblings. Neteyam "the perfect little soilder". Kiri his adopted sister. His dad's friend's daughter who died. And Tuktirey who is bon just a few weeks ago.

•You awed and asked about is Tuktirey adorible and he said yes.

•Then you asked Spider about his family. He said he doesn't have one. He only had Max and Norm and the other scientist that stayed in Pandora. His mom and dad died in the war. And Lo'ak, Kiri and Neteyam.

•You felt bad about him. Even though he's the the son of the same species as yours. He didn't seem like him at all you remind him that is not one to be blamed for what his dad did.

•You then thoat of somthing to make him less upset and told a stories that was told in Earth. Some of them are from Disneys and some from Drwamworkers.

•They both loved it.

•You two were even distracted that you forgot it was eclipse.

•As you saw that it's getting dark.

•You told them that it's time to go home.

•Lo'ak started panicking that his dad is going to kill him.

•You confroted him that his dad won't, he will be a little mad.

•Until a large blue female figure appeared in front of Lo'ak, hissing fiercely at you. At the same time, another large blue male figure leaped in front of left side. Glaring at you.

•You emedeatly backed away looking confused and angry but immediately bared your teeth at them. You trying to protect youself by not fearing them. A little.

•Then the female threaded you who you are and what are you doing near her son?

•Now that you know she is his mom and the male one is his dad Lo'ak tried to say somthing til you interrupted him saying that you just palying with him and his friend.

Then she turned to her mate saying that you needs to leave and that you are a harm. A Sky Demon.

Then the the male on came closer to you.

Looking down at your high.

He was staring at you. Then called Neytiri saying that your just a little kid and a little messy.

That angered you at told them that your not little kid and hissed at them.

Wich shocked the boys acept Neytiri, she felt disrespected.

Then Jake looked at you and said that you are and asked where you come from and are there some humans left in Pandora.

You said nothing. You told him that your sister said not to talk to strangers.

Then Jake said "You were talking with my son, you two are strangers, kid"

You angerly said "because he's harmless he and he is not a creepy grown up nor his friend. And stop calling me a kid"

Jake was ataken a back.

You don’t seem scared of him. You talked back to them. You bared your teeth at them like then mistuke you for someone.

Then you asked can you go? Wich Lo'ak gasped a little and asked if is your home far away you should have done that earlier because the wild animals hunt at midnight.

Then you said camly that you shouldn't be worry about you and that your home isn't that far:)

Then Neytiri inurapted and said that you should go your cousing trouble.

Lo'ak is trying to defend you saying that you are harmless.

Neytiri shushed him and said that you coused enough trouble.

This angred you even more. You said that it wasn't his fault for coming it here in the first place and that you three were having fun and didn't relise it was late till it was eclipse.

It was a loud silent Jake looked at Neytiri, Neytiri did the same and looked at you then Lo'ak. He then said that your his friend.

It shocked you that you actually having friends right now.

You didn't have friends you had only your big sister and a baby brother.

Then you heard someone calling your name from. It souned like your sister. You can see then a couple of humans and a Avatar appiering.

"Coming sister!"

•Then Spider said "I think you should go home, your sister is probably worried."

Then you said "Yeah I can see that. It was knowing you and Lo'ak tho" they looked at Jake "and stop calling me a kid". "Y/N!"

•"I'm coming!"

You reluctantly returns to her before you could say another word though you scold "S/N! How many times do I have to tell ya, don't bother me when I'm trying to defend my friends!!" to which your sister replies "gee, Sorry".

Did that stop you from seing them.

No.

Pt. 2

[salt-kat]

Moira and f!reader pegging and teasing? If possible maybe poly Moira Sombra and f!reader

Hi! I just want to thank you all for your patience! Life has been hella hectic. So sorry for all the delay! I hope my schedule gets back to regular. Anyways, Hope you Enjoy<3

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Moira x Sombra x F! Reader, NSFW ♡

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“I don’t think she deserves it”, Sombra taunts you, glancing over at Moira. “Do you think you deserve it?” Moira smirks down at you. From behind you, Olivia tweaked your nipples, causing you to jolt, making her giggle. “I think so”, you whine, glancing down at the current situation. Moira’s teasing you with the tip of her strap, slowly dragging it along your wet folds. “I don’t know about that, you misbehaved earlier” Olivia continues her ministrations. “Please”. It seems your pleas fall on deaf ears, until Moira starts pushing into you quite roughly. You whimper out, gripping the forearm of the girl behind you for support. Moira and Olivia can't help but coo at your pathetic whines and whimpers. 

Before you can register what’s happening, Moira’s thrusting into you hard, your body bouncing back on Olivia. “Too rough”, you all but stutter out. “Too rough? I thought you wanted this”, Moira’s cool voice retorts back to you, a bit disheveled. All you can do is whimper as Olivia doesn’t help your case, she’s sucking dark marks all down your neck and behind your ear. “I’m gonna cum” you whine, begging Moira to be a bit more gentle. “Go ahead A ghrá” Moira grips your hips so hard they’re bound to be bruised. You cum with an electrifying volt shaking your body. Your moans calm down as Moira’s thrusts slow down to a halt. You take a deep breath, glad for the respite. “You didn’t think we were done tesoro?”, Olivia mocks you from her position, smiling down at you mischievously. 

“What are you-”, before you can finish your complaint, you’re flipped onto your hands a knees. Olivia scoots herself infront of you, spreading her legs slowly. “It wouldn’t be fair if only you enjoyed it”, Sombra pouted at you teasingly. “Go on”, Moira’s gravely voice is down by your ear, you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second. You give them a shallow nod. Moira gives you a peck on the cheek and begins to thrust again. You lean down, making contact with Olivia’s wet folds. You look up at Olivia through your lashes as you start to lick stripes up her cunt. “Mhm, such a good girl”, Sombra grips your hair, encouraging you to keep going. You’re so focused on making the hacker in front of you finish, you forget Moira’s even behind you. She had been keeping a gentle pace for the past few minutes. All of a sudden, Moira’s thrusts become bruising all over again. 

You can’t help but moan into Olivia’s folds. “Just like that”, “So good”, “I’m so close”, is all you can hear from Olivia and your swirl your tongues on her clit. A high-pitched whine leaves your thoat as Moira’s strap hits a spot inside you, making you see stars. Moira makes a hum of approval behind you, giving a light slap to your ass. You quicken your ministrations on the meal before you, knowing your orgasm was going to strike any minute. With a final harsh tug of your hair, Sombra cums with a long moan. “Mmm, are you gonna cum too, again?” Olivia taunts breathily, slowly soming down from her high. All you could do was whine and nod your head in confirmation.

One last thrust from Moira and you're cumming all over her strap, moaning and twitching. “Such a good girl, you took me so well”, Moira kisses your shoulder, slowly pulling out of you. You wince and lean up for a kiss, needing reassurance. Olivia happily presses her plump lips against yours, gently cupping your face. “You did so well”, Sombra pulls back. “I’ll be back”, you hear Moira say. Next thing you know, you’re being wiped down and handed a glass of water. “Thank you”, you mumble from Olivia’s arms. Moira kisses your forehead, before beginning to help the other girl beside you clean up. Olivia gives both Moira and you a peck, before wrapping her arms tight around you. Moira crawls into bed once she’s done, curling into your side, ready for sleep to take over you three.

“I don’t think she deserves it”, Sombra taunts you, glancing over at Moira. “Do you think you deserve it?” Moira smirks down at you. From behind you, Olivia tweaked your nipples, causing you to jolt, making her giggle. “I think so”, you whine, glancing down at the current situation. Moira’s teasing you with the tip of her strap, slowly dragging it along your wet folds. “I don’t know about that, you misbehaved earlier” Olivia continues her ministrations. “Please”. It seems your pleas fall on deaf ears, until Moira starts pushing into you quite roughly. You whimper out, gripping the forearm of the girl behind you for support. Moira and Olivia can't help but coo at your pathetic whines and whimpers. 

Before you can register what’s happening, Moira’s thrusting into you hard, your body bouncing back on Olivia. “Too rough”, you all but stutter out. “Too rough? I thought you wanted this”, Moira’s cool voice retorts back to you, a bit disheveled. All you can do is whimper as Olivia doesn’t help your case, she’s sucking dark marks all down your neck and behind your ear. “I’m gonna cum” you whine, begging Moira to be a bit more gentle. “Go ahead A ghrá” Moira grips your hips so hard they’re bound to be bruised. You cum with an electrifying volt shaking your body. Your moans calm down as Moira’s thrusts slow down to a halt. You take a deep breath, glad for the respite. “You didn’t think we were done tesoro?”, Olivia mocks you from her position, smiling down at you mischievously. 

“What are you-”, before you can finish your complaint, you’re flipped onto your hands a knees. Olivia scoots herself infront of you, spreading her legs slowly. “It wouldn’t be fair if only you enjoyed it”, Sombra pouted at you teasingly. “Go on”, Moira’s gravely voice is down by your ear, you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second. You give them a shallow nod. Moira gives you a peck on the cheek and begins to thrust again. You lean down, making contact with Olivia’s wet folds. You look up at Olivia through your lashes as you start to lick stripes up her cunt. “Mhm, such a good girl”, Sombra grips your hair, encouraging you to keep going. You’re so focused on making the hacker in front of you finish, you forget Moira’s even behind you. She had been keeping a gentle pace for the past few minutes. All of a sudden, Moira’s thrusts become bruising all over again. 

You can’t help but moan into Olivia’s folds. “Just like that”, “So good”, “I’m so close”, is all you can hear from Olivia and your swirl your tongues on her clit. A high-pitched whine leaves your thoat as Moira’s strap hits a spot inside you, making you see stars. Moira makes a hum of approval behind you, giving a light slap to your ass. You quicken your ministrations on the meal before you, knowing your orgasm was going to strike any minute. With a final harsh tug of your hair, Sombra cums with a long moan. “Mmm, are you gonna cum too, again?” Olivia taunts breathily, slowly soming down from her high. All you could do was whine and nod your head in confirmation.

One last thrust from Moira and you're cumming all over her strap, moaning and twitching. “Such a good girl, you took me so well”, Moira kisses your shoulder, slowly pulling out of you. You wince and lean up for a kiss, needing reassurance. Olivia happily presses her plump lips against yours, gently cupping your face. “You did so well”, Sombra pulls back. “I’ll be back”, you hear Moira say. Next thing you know, you’re being wiped down and handed a glass of water. “Thank you”, you mumble from Olivia’s arms. Moira kisses your forehead, before beginning to help the other girl beside you clean up. Olivia gives both Moira and you a peck, before wrapping her arms tight around you. Moira crawls into bed once she’s done, curling into your side, ready for sleep to take over you three.

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A Ghrá = Love

Tesoro = Treasure

(Feel free to correct these translations if I made a mistake<3)

[spicy-byte]

PrangBox comfort drabble

This is a follow-up from the ElectraPrang noncon because with hurt there needs to be ~*comfort*~

Boombox belongs to @goboombutspicy

Boombox reached out and gently placed a servo against his back. Prang jerked away, as if he had been shocked. He whimpered from the sudden movement and curled in on himself.

"Prang..?" Boombox crawled over, careful not to touch the other bot.

"...I'm sorry.." he mumbled, his arms wrapped tight around his middle, digits digging into his sides.

"Why are you sorry?"

"..I can't stand being touched right now."

There was a pause between them, neither sure what to say.

"..are you alright?" Boombox a scooted bit closer while still leaving enough space for Prang to roll over if he wanted. Prang stayed quiet, sinking himself further into the berth.

"Prang.. I can't help if you dont tell me what's wrong."

Prang's venting hitched, digging his digits into his sides more.

"M-my.." he cleared his thoat, shifting uncomfortably.

"My .. m-my... array h-hurts.." he stuttered out, deep shame lacing his words.

There was another pause between them. Shame, anger, and fear all radiated from Prang's em field with him being unable to pull it back in. Boombox sat back, mind reeling.

"Why would.. oh... oh no.. oh no, Prang.." Boombox's voice dropped to almost a whisper. He clenched his servos resisting the urge to pull the other bot into a hug.

"I-I'm sorry," Prang let out a choked sob.

"I-I tried to get away a-and fight her off b-but she.." he hiccuped.

Prang wanted nothing more than to sink into the berth and disappear. He felt dirty, wanting to rip his plating off and dissolve himself in a solvent bath. He could still feel her servos on him; claws scrapping against his chassis and hips. He squeezed his optics shut and dug the tips of his digits into his sides plating again, creating dents.

"Hey, stop!" Boombox shot his hands out and grabbed Prang's wrist, preventing him from damaging his platting more. "You're going to hurt yourself!"

Prang finally looked at Boombox, optics hazy from coolant with the most broken expression. Boombox's spark ached looking at him. He carefully slipped his smaller servo in between prang's digits and his sides; he laced their digits together gently. Prang's body seemed to relax as he careful squeezed Boombox's servo in response.

"It's okay, you're okay now." Boombox used his free servo to caress Prang's cheek under the guard. "You are safe here with me." Prang nuzzled into the soft touch and turned to press a soft kiss against it. Fresh coolant running down his face. He averted his gaze.

"I don't know how you can stand looking at me.." Prang wanted to pull away but stayed still. Boombox leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his helm.

"You are the most beautiful bot I know.. you had something horrible forced on you and I would never, EVER, blame you for it." Prang rolled over to face Boombox and curled around him, wrapping his arms around his waist. Boombox ran a servo down Prang's back in an effort to comfort him. He shook from silent sobs.

"...I love you BB.."

Boombox's breath hitched before responding,

"I love you too, Prang.."

[woodsteingirl]

Incredibly, there was another woman who for quite some time would call the Post and pretend to be Martha Mitchell. ... For some reason, I was the only one at the Post who could tell the difference between the real and the bogus Martha, and from time to time I would have to leave my office and go to someone else's phone to verify that the caller was indeed Mrs. Mitchell. Once I had to go out to the city room — my office is in the back of the Style section — and pick up an extension so I could signal to Carl Bernstein and let him know which one had called. I listened for a few moments, marveling once again at the similarity between this woman's voice and Martha's, and shook my head in Carl's direction.

"Ah, Mrs. Mitchell, I'm sorry to interrupt," he said, "but I have to run. Bob Woodward and I are taking Deep Thoat to lunch at the Sans-Souci today. I'll call you back."

why didn’t they put this in all the president’s men. immediately my favorite carl story ever