#do bunny suits count as suggestive?

[stardustspaceway]

A large collection of random (Paul) doodles from over the week-

[wandasfavv]

Shy

Wanda x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your girlfriend’s loving nature just makes you want to do anything that she asks.

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Soft!Mommy!WandaxFem!Reader, shy reader obvi, dom/sub, strap on(r receiving), oral to strap, light pet play(bunny ears), humiliation w/ praise, Wanda’s sosososo in love omg

Tag: @flkwh0re

You woke up to the feeling of nails softly clawing your scalp as a familiar and sweet floral scent filled your senses. With your eyes tiredly opening, you saw pale yet warm skin in front of you, littered with small and almost microscopic birthmarks you recognized all too well. Wanda’s bare chest was only millimeters away from your face, and despite the comfortable position, you moved your head a bit away as you wanted to see her face instead of just the sharp curve of her jaw looking upward.

Awake, she felt your movements under the sheets as she had her arms wrapped around your body. Wanda loosened up and allowed you to shift, tilting her head down to take a look at you as she hadn’t the entire time she was lost in thought rather than still sleeping. Straight away, she was met with your sleepy state, dopey eyes and puffy lips. Her nose scrunched up with a smile as she found it so adorable, and every morning she did. “Goodmorning, sweetheart.”

“Goodmorning… how long were you awake?” You questioned with rasp, looking at how pretty she was even just being in bed with tangled hair. You noticed the way her cheek bones were so perfectly structured and suited the rest of her features, wanting to just lean up and kiss every part of her. She of course felt the same way with you, just expressing it more as she actually did it.

“Not long, I just wanted to hold you for a little while,” she replied moving down a bit to reach your face and place lovable pecks around your mouth, all too quick for you reciprocate. Since her arm was snaked around your torso, her other one was underneath you as the hand connected was gently pawing at your soft hair. “We should stay in today, cook and maybe watch a movie together later,” she said, her husky voice a bit more prominent as it was early.

You nodded in agreement with her suggestion, finding it perfect and ideal as today was finally a free one for both of you. For the past week the you two were moderately busy. You knew how stressed she’s been with work, and you also wanted to make the most of the day. So to start it off, you initiated a heated kiss, wanting it to become and build up to more like most other mornings. Maybe her relieving herself by making you cu-

“Cmon, we should get out of bed,” Wanda said, quickly pulling away from the short lasting smack with an innocent smile. You made an obvious confused expression, but the woman ignored it as she released you from her embrace and got up from the sunken mattress. Looking up at her as she stood, you kept yourself in the same position since you were just planning on convincing her to go back under the blanket that you felt trapped under. Unfortunately for you, she only bent down to pull you up gently by the arm, saying “Let’s go take shower together, too.”

With that, your face lightened up as you began to consider that maybe she wanted to do something there instead. You quickly got up along with her help, and soon trailed behind. Once the two of you were in the bathroom, Wanda turned the shower faucet on, letting it become warmer before getting in. She let it run as she put out a hand under and felt for the right temperature. Luckily, it was quick and she allowed herself in first, getting of ahold of your hand to have you carefully step in. She was just so gentle with you, making sure you were always safe.

The moment the water made contact with your skin that was beginning to become chilly earlier, you suddenly forgot all about the cozy bed. Your body relaxed and in replacement of your thoughts, you went back the idea of pleasing Wanda. She looked at you as the water started to flatten your hair, but you also noticed how her eyes trailed down. Maybe it was now that she wanted to-

Before you knew it, she turned away and grabbed the bottle of shampoo, squirting some on her hand. Then she faced you again and immediately slathered the soap onto your head, though lightly. You again made a look as your eyebrows furrowed, but it soon went away as Wanda made it.

“Close your eyes for me,” she softly ordered, her fingers throughly and without much force, rubbing your scalp. You felt like melting under her despite the slight confusion of how she was being so… sweet. Sure she was like this all the time, but it felt a little different now. Especially since she hasn’t tried to do anything sexual with you like usual, only pampering and making you feel good in other ways.

She kept this up for a couple more minutes, and in honesty, you didn’t want it end. But of course it had to. Turning the shower head off, she grabbed a towel for you first, wrapping it around for you as you stood there letting her without little protest. Though, you did attempt to tell Wanda that you’re able to at least dry your hair yourself, but you were still met by her refusing and persuading you as she did all the work, telling you that she just wanted to take care of her sweet girl. And then this continued the rest day, you conflicted yet so warm and bubbly inside from how cared for you felt.

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By the time dinner arrived, Wanda kept herself busy in the kitchen, cooking one of your favorite dishes. And you, feeling unusually more needy, went through and stood by her. She noticed and felt a whoosh of air brush by her, indicating you were there, and so she turned her head away from the stove and towards you. She had a smile plastered on her face, gently glowing from the brightness of the light above her.

“Do you need any help..?” You asked meekly, your hands clasped together behind you as you stared over to the pot and then back to her. Wanda only shook her head, but found the way you were beginning to act endearing.

“Nope,” she started, setting aside the utensil she was using to stir before shifting her whole body in your direction. She stretched out her arms, grabbing you unexpectedly by your waist and picking you up high enough to place you on the marble counter. “Just sit pretty here for me, princess.”

Wanda stood between your legs and tilted her head up to peck your nose, lightly pinching your soft cheeks too, and making them heat up slightly. You listened and sat there until she was done, kicking your feet and swaying as you spoke and adorably ranted about random things that came to mind. And so, you didn’t notice the way Wanda looked at you. But how could you when you didn’t the entire morning till now.

Ever since she woke up, her mind was plagued with what she had in stored for today. Pushing you into this subby headspace. For what felt like so long, she planned on having you all to herself as she made sure that you’d be as agreeable as possible. Unbeknownst to you, Wanda had a lot more wants in the bedroom, and it was now that she wanted to test them out with you. But to do that, she needed you to be as needy as her, which at this point might be impossible.

Her hand came up to her neck to scratch as an itch came. With her set of eyes shifting between the task she was doing and you, all she had in her head was what’s been making her excited and filled with anticipation. The whole day so far, she had to hold herself back from indulging in anything. Every time you looked up at her with that cute little pleading face she wanted to break character and take you, but she needed to stay in check to ensure that you’d be fine for later. She knew how worn out you get after sex, so she couldn’t have you so early on, even if you were acting so appealing.

Wanda was barely able to focus on absolutely anything else other than the intrusive thoughts of corrupting your innocent sweet self. The way you were being now was already so perfect, needy yet a little air headed. She honestly could’ve went with it and had you do anything at that moment, but there was still something she wanted to do to really hit the nail. To make you as flustered as possible.

So once the two of you had an ordinary dinner, Wanda only gently placing her hand on your thigh under the table, she told you to go pick any movies of your liking while she insisted on cleaning. At first you wanted to refuse and help her, but you knew she’d just coax you into not doing it. And so you were there on the couch, clueless, waiting for her as you set up the tv. Skipping through the many selections of films, you found none of them interesting. But then again all you had in mind was Wanda.

Speaking of her, she came around the corner of couch, sitting beside you on the soft cushions. Her arm reached behind you on your lower back, pulling you in by the waist to snuggle up with her. By that action, your head was made to lean against your shoulder. But then her other hand came up to cup the side of your face that wasn’t pressed up, making you look up at her as she spoke with that sweet loving tone.

“Do you need mommy to do anything else for you, sweetie?”

You froze hearing that word, that name. You’ve never heard her say it in such a non sexual way, yet it made you just as nervous and immediately hot. Your face burned as you looked at her, only to see a normal expression as she stared back with a small curve of her pretty lips. “U-Um no, I’m fine…” you replied with a quiet mumble, turning back to the television screen that shined brightly in the dark atmosphere of the living room despite the sun still out.

Once you looked away, Wanda smirked to herself and pulled you slightly closer. She knew this would be your breaking point, where your head is the most fogged up and thoughtless. And she was right of course. Your entire body felt weird, like it couldn’t help but slightly tremble, some areas more than others. It was similar to chills, except heat replaced the coolness. Even the clothes you wore seemed to tighten around you, making it difficult to breathe the right way. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Wanda…”

“Hm?” She hummed, answering you as she turned back again to look down. She saw how flushed you were, your eyes in a daze. You lightly tugged on her shirt, too, and it made her own stomach flutter.

“Can we… you know,” you tried hinting at what you wanted, too embarrassed to say it out loud. Yet Wanda insisted you should, teasing you in the process as she held a slight smile.

“I don’t think I know, honey. Just tell me.”

“Mm can we- um do something besides watch a movie?”

“Like what?” She continued to egg you on, knowing how nervous you get, and especially shy. But she loved to see it.

Your brows frowned once you sensed her teasing, making you pout with a slight puff in one cheek. It made Wanda’s smug face contort into a knowing grin as she snickered quietly. Then she talked for you.

“You want me to take care of you?

You nodded slowly at her question, your face still ablaze. Your thighs also began to squeeze together to ease the feeling between. “Please… mommy,” you mumbled under breath, looking away from her gaze after as you felt like shrinking. Wanda’s eyes widened hearing you, her heart beginning to race too. She really did have you now.

Peeling herself from you and standing up from the couch, she took ahold of your hand to get up and follow her as she led the way to the bedroom. Once you two were in, she gestured you to sit on the bed, also walking in the same direction but standing once you sat. Contemplating you, she asked a simple question.

“Can you do mommy one little favor?”

You looked up at her, curious as she asked somewhat hesitantly. Noticing the way she licked her lips, you figured it was something she’s been thinking about for some time. So you nodded, wanting to just do whatever. That way you could get what you wanted quicker.

She turned away from where you sat for a moment, towards the nightstand by her side of the bed. Pulling the top drawer open, her other hand reached in to grab an object before slowly taking it out. Then you saw what it was, bunny ears. Wanda went back to her original position, facing you now as she held the fuzzy accessory in front of you.

“Wear this for me, please?”

Wanda figured you’d be uncertain, maybe finding the idea ridiculous, but today was different. You were already so light headed and pliable, she knew you’d be more likely to agree now more than any other time. Ergo, she was met with your hand gently coming up to take the larger ears from her. Before you could though, she stopped you. “Let me put them on you.”

Your hand backed away and fell back down onto the bed, allowing her to place it on your head instead. Wanda spread the band of the ears open, letting it be wide enough to comfortably wrap around the top half. The ends were soft behind your real ears, and you actually enjoyed the feeling despite the lingering thoughts of being self conscious. But they were buried within your clouded mind, proving Wanda right. She was also enjoying the sight before her, yet that was maybe an understatement.

Her teeth bit on her lower lip as she carefully put them on you and not just from her preciseness but rather other reasons- because of how good you were for listening and the way you looked. For however long, shes been waiting to see you adorned as such. She was obsessed with the way it sat on top, one ear perked up while the other was slightly down. The light pink of the inner part contrasted with the brighter outer white, suiting and complementing the rest of your appearance. Wanda breathed out heavily, taking her hands off of you before looking away for a moment, and ordering you in tender manner, “Undress while Mommy puts on her strap, okay?”

The second she brought that up, you felt as if that one fake limp ear could’ve lifted in pure excitement. Again, you quickly listened to her and took off every single piece of fabric on you. You watched her mirror you, except strapping on a silicone toy to her center. The temperature of your face rose as you stared, examining how big the familiar piece was. You’ve taken it plenty of times to know how much damage it could do if Wanda wasn’t careful, but you had no worries at this moment, only thinking about her finally making you and herself feel good after a long day of deprivation.

Your eyes trailed her movements as she moved to sit down at the edge of the bed, then looking up at you before telling you to go and sit between her legs which were already spread apart. You took a few steps, going between her two limbs before bending down and kneeling. With your bottom pressed against the heels of your feet, you politely had your hands on your lap as you waited for her to tell you what to do. Although, you already had a sense of where this was going.

“Why don’t you get mommy’s cock ready? You can take your time,” she uttered softly, looking down and softly grasping your chin in which moved in her hold as you nodded again. She smiled at you, moving the strap to have the tip pressed against your lips. At that, you opened your mouth wide enough to take some of it in. However, you backed away nervously, letting it leave once it became too much. It was your first time doing this, sucking or even having her in your mouth. She noticed your hesitance, and only wheedled her way to make you more willing. “It’s ok, it’ll fit baby. You trust me right?”

You shyly hummed a yes, before you felt her make you open up again, this time her taking the lead and putting her hand behind your head as she slowly put her strap in your mouth. A loose strand of hair was out till she gently put it behind your ear. It was around a little more than two inches deep that you heard her praise.

“There you go, you’re taking it so well bunny.”

Your eyes widened, looking up at her. The new found pet name made a wave of arousal throughout your body, some of it slipping out of you and spreading its way around your inner thighs. You made a small whimper around her as she pushed your head down farther, and it had you shut your eyes as well. That was until you felt her lightly tap your face, making you open them again. “Keep looking up at me baby.”

You did as she said, with a doe-eyed appearance. Wanda bit lightly on her tongue, trying to find ways to control herself and not drive into your pretty mouth deeper than you can handle. You were just so so adorable, obeying her as you looked the way you did. Instead of pushing her hips up, she continued to bring your head down, making it hit the back of your throat as you gagged. Tears quickly pricked up. The intense eye contact was difficult to keep up despite the growing need, but you wanted to please the woman you loved.

Drool found its way around your lips, some of it dripping down to your chin as Wanda continued to make you choke on her. She didn’t think she could last another second of seeing you like this without actually applying more force with her body, so she pulled your head away by your hair from the back, making sure to not mess up the clean look of the bunny ears at least. She wiped the saliva off your face after the strap left your mouth with a small pop. Wanda then guided you to go on top of her, straddling her lap in a gradual manner.

“Mommy’s gonna make you feel really good, but I need you to do one more thing, okay?” she muttered, placing her hands underneath your thighs to pull up enough to have the top of her cock to press against your center. She felt the slickness, too, then leisurely lowering you. Most of it was in as you softly moaned, staring down at it disappearing within you. Wanda did the same before looking back up, placing her hands on your hips. You clenched your jaw, the feeling of her length inside you a bit larger than you remembered as she adjusted underneath you.

“Mommy, I-it’s big…”

“I know, I know… just go up and down. Can you do that? Bounce on mommy’s cock?” she spoke with a condescending tone, as if you really were a pet. Still, her words made you squeeze tighter around her, and it was enough to persuade you. You timidly mumbled a small “ok” and languidly lifted yourself up and then went back down, the tip pressing against your cervix already.

Wanda watched every movement you made, her eyes trailing from your center all the way up to the tip of the cutesy ears. As the sun was beginning to set, the soft yellow glow shined through the curtains of the window, making your skin have that certain golden hour look. She was in awe with how everything went accordingly. As you rode her strap, the singular drooped ear bounced along with you, flopping up and down. A part of you felt humiliated at the thought of Wanda seeing you like this, so you looked anywhere but her. She noticed it though.

“What, bunny? Are you shy?” her voice sounded like it dripped with honey. You let out a quiet whine of her name, the hold on her shoulders changing into your arms wrapped around her neck instead as you buried your face into the crook of it. Wanda lightly chuckled as she saw you getting more embarrassed, and rested her chin on you as she moved a bit closer to your ear. Her hand came up smoothly against your back, rubbing it to calm your nerves.

“Aw you are… you can’t even look me my sweet girl,” she said teasingly, and it only made you screw your eyes shut as you kept your face there. The combination of the smell of her perfume and her small gestures on your body made you dizzy. You were still riding her strap, though slower now, and Wanda let it happen as she waited for you to be a bit more docile.

After a minute or two passed, she moved the hand that was comfortingly on your back to the side of your face, leaning back to get you out of that position. Wanda made you look directly at her, and then you noticed how out of it she looked too. Once she was able to see you, her eyes became completely blown out, her pupils black with a thin ring of light green around them. Suddenly, you felt a harsher grip on your waist that lifted you up a bit, only to be met with Wandas hips roughly snapping upward. You winced and let out a small cry, your hands closing up in fists from the sharp pain. “M-Mommy slower, please…”

“Fuck, I’m sorry baby,” she huffed out, gulping down as she kept her gaze on you. With your eyebrows pulled together and your eyes glossed over from the continuous remarks she made about you, she couldn’t help but feel some sort of cute aggression take over her. She kept thrusting into your pussy, though less harder than the first thrust, as you let out noises on top of her. Her bottom lip quivered with need, uttering “you’re so cute, I can’t help it.”

As you began to ease up to the feeling and size, your mewls turned into pleasurable moans. Wanda took it as a sign to quicken her pace under you, and once she did, she also pulled you down onto her. The impact of it hit a spot you didn’t even know of. Her breathing sped up into pants, “I don’t think mommy can hold herself back anymore…”

Consequently, her strap aggressively fucking into your cunt made you dumbfounded. Wanda could’ve barely kept it together, and to take out some of her sexual frustration, she came forward and bit the lower part of your neck. The soft flesh becoming easily punctured, and causing you to whimper more. “Shhh, I know, it’s so hard to think when my cocks so deep inside you,” she pulled away from the now bruised spot, and made your head tilt down to allow her lips to crash into yours. The make out was rushed and hungry, moans spilling from both of you. A trail of spit followed suit as Wanda drew back. “But it’s ok, you don’t have to think right now. Just be a good dumb bunny for mommy.”

You shakily nodded, not even sure of what she meant. At this point you’ve gone fully non verbal, another sign to Wanda that she could just about do whatever she wanted with you. So compliant and easy, she was fucking obsessed with you. Her eyes continued to zero in on your expression and the white fuzzed up ears, which made her force herself into you rougher and deeper. She was even letting out her own soft groans similar to your noises.

The built up feeling within your burning tummy was starting to unravel as Wanda continuously hit your g-spot. You held tightly on her shoulders for stability, letting her just take out all of her frustrations on your sore but greedy pussy. She was getting a lot more brutal than what you’d expect. The room was filled with the sounds of squelching, skin coming into contact, and heavy breathing. Your fingers began to curl into her skin, making your nails painfully dig in and signaling her that were extremely close to cumming.

“Are you gonna make a mess on mommy’s lap? Yeah I bet you are...” she panted in your ear again with the prior higher pitched tone, making you tighten impossibly more around her cock. Still, she able to push through. The moment those words left her mouth, you shook your head yes vigorously. Wanda would usually make you beg and ask for permission, but she knew the state you were in right now. “Mhm, cum for me bunny.”

On command you shuddered above her, a wet mess leaving you and around her strap. The sensation you felt was almost unbearable, just so sensitive, yet amazing as your brain had nothing to think about. Your climax was all that you hoped for after such a long tedious day of teasing. It made you feel the fire at the pit of your stomach burn at its peak. Immediately, you fell limp on top as your legs shakily gave up from its support. But Wanda kept you up, enough for her to still bury herself into you and letting you ride out your orgasm.

Once it fully passed and started to overstimulate, you whined and made her stop. Thankfully she did, even if a part of her wanted to do more to your poor body. Her arms wrapped around your middle and made your chest, which was rising in and out rapidly, press against the side of her face. She comfortingly held you like this for a moment, making sure you caught your breath as she listened to sound of your heartbeat. Her head then moved back up to look at you, “You’re so good, sweetie. Mommy’s perfect girl.” She spoke with tenderness, making sure you continued to stay in that floaty headspace even after, especially after.

You couldn’t help but lean down and place a chaste kiss to her lips unexpectedly. But Wanda sensed your clinginess per usual. As you detached, her mouth formed into a smile, the one you loved so much as the lines around the sides became more noticeable.

“I love you so much, you have no idea,” she murmured. Even as the sun began to become out of sight, you knew her cheeks were red. She placed more feather like kisses around your neck and up your jaw. She didn’t think you’d respond back, so she kept on the aftercare and words of praise. “My shy little bunny, so perfect.”

You blushed profusely as you felt a flutter in your lower stomach, the name making you more giddy despite the many uses of it already. You still needed more time to get used to it- that is if you ever will.

“I love you too mommy…”

Your meek voice caught her off guard, but it turned purely sweet as her grin grew larger. She held your face again, kissing you another time, this time longer. Look at you still trying so hard to please her.

It was obvious that Wanda would’ve done anything for you. And it was the same with you, of course. So likely, next time she’ll have you doing another thing for her the same way as today. Maybe an additional fluffy tail that she already had in mind.

[freedomfireflies]

American Psycho*

Summary: Part of Halloween Kinktober, Freaky Fun, and One for the Money*

The one where you and your boss, Mr. Styles, have a little bit too much fun at the office Halloween party.

Can be read as standalone!

Word Count: 4.6k

*Contains Mature and Explicit content! Please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞You are so much more important!*

“What…are you wearing?”

Mr. Styles glances down at his dark suit, brow cocked upward. “What does it look like?”

“Har,” you huff, although you’re smiling as you toss your makeup bag aside and move closer, “I thought you were putting on a costume. It’s a Halloween party, you’re supposed to dress up.”

“I am,” he argues. “I’m dressed as a guy that doesn’t want to fucking go.”

You laugh. “Come on, be fun for a change.”

“I’m the boss. I’m not supposed to be fun.”

“Well, they’re throwing this party for you,” you remind him. “Nadia’s been talking about it all week.”

“Right, instead of working. Which is not what I pay her to do.”

“Harry,” you repeat, shooting him a pointed look. “Seriously, why don’t you put on a little fake blood or something? You could go as Patrick Bateman!”

“And why would I do that when I could just not go at all?”

Pushing your pink, painted lips into a pout, you straighten up onto your tiptoes, and snake your arms around his neck. “Please, Sir? Just this once? For me?”

He begins to frown, but you feel his hands find your hips, expression stern but amused. “Peach…”

“I won’t ever ask for anything ever again,” you murmur, letting your mouth ghost atop his teasingly. “Swear. And I’ll behave all night. Be so good for you.”

He likes this idea, studying you carefully as his grip tightens. “Is that so?”

“Incredibly so. Just want to have fun with you, Sir.”

“I know,” he sighs, now cupping his palm against your cheek. “But you know the rule, honey. We can’t be seen together, not at the office.”

“I know,” you echo. “But we can still go. Even if we can’t exactly hold hands and dance in front of everybody, we can have fun. And I want that for you. You never take the stick out of your ass.”

Pinching your jaw playfully, he snorts. “And I thought you were gonna be good.”

“Once you agree, yeah. Until then, I make no promises.”

With a smirk, he grasps onto your chin, and tugs you to him. Smashing his lips to yours until you exhale gratefully and melt into his touch.

“Besides,” you mumble, “if you don’t come with me, then I’ll have to go in my slutty costume all by myself.”

Now you have his attention, his eyes narrowing sternly as he leans back to see you. “Oh, really?”

You nod. “Yup. Thought I’d use some of the lingerie you got me and go as a Playboy bunny.”

You can feel his heart racing beneath your fingertips – even through his nice dress shirt – and it makes you chuckle.

“Did you?” He doesn’t seem to have much else to offer, but you can see his walls beginning to crumble.

“Mhm. Equipped with a fuzzy little tail and ears.”

He swallows thickly before clearing his throat in an effort to appear nonchalant. “Well, let’s see it then.”

“Only if you agree to go.”

“Peach,” he warns, frowning again but you’re quick to shake your head.

“That’s my deal, Sir. Take it or leave it.”

And while you can tell he wants to be cross with you, he begins to smile, clearly amused with your negotiation tactics. Perhaps even a little proud.

“Fine,” he finally concedes, making you grin. “But I’m not putting on any makeup.”

“No, just a little fake blood,” you suggest, immediately rushing toward your bag to retrieve the bottle. “It won’t stain, and it washes right out.”

He eyes you carefully while you scurry across his apartment. “And I suppose you’d like me to carry an ax, too.”

“I mean…it would sell the part,” you tease. “But let’s start with the blood. Go wait in the bathroom and I’ll go change really quick.”

“No, don’t,” he calls, almost firmly before you can slip from the room. “Not yet.”

You hesitate. “Okay…why? What’s wrong?”

His tongue runs over his bottom lip while his head cocks deviously to the side. “Because if you do…then we aren’t ever leaving this apartment.”

And you can’t help but grin.

“Let me guess…Edward Cullen?”

Even from a few feet away, you can see Harry’s expression fall. “Funny.”

“What?” Nadia smiles. “Come on, you look just like him. The blood and the suit and everything. It’s good.”

“Great,” he grumbles but you can tell he’s amused.

She laughs. “Patrick Bateman is a good look for you, boss. I like it. Feels…fitting.”

“Is that so?”

“It is. But in a sexy, fun kind of way.”

He snorts before his eyes trail over to you. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

You wink.

The party is relaxed but enjoyable. Everyone is mingling, drinking, and dancing to the upbeat, spooky playlist. The usually boring, gray interior of the office floor is decorated with orange lights, carved pumpkins, and an array of ghostly décor. And nearly everyone came in costume, making it feel that much more like Halloween.

And despite the fact that you and Mr. Styles are forced to remain distant, you find yourself admiring him from across the room almost all evening. Happy that he seems to have finally begun to unwind, relax, and even enjoy himself. 

You watch as he engages in chatter with some of the other men in the finance department. You catch his eye while you’re grabbing a drink of the festive punch. And you feel him stare as you and Nadia head to the middle of the floor to dance to Somebody’s Watching Me.

Truth be told, you find it hard to be away from him after so many nights together. And even though it’s what you both agreed on, you feel a certain sort of longing for the handsome man in the corner of the room. 

However, neither of you are quite ready to tell the office you’re dating yet or deal with the potential fallout. At least not right now, when things are so new. Special. You suppose that could change in the future, but at least for tonight, he’s your dirty little secret.

So you resort to exchanging sneaky glances from time to time as you enjoy the party. Like now, when you catch his subtle but devious smile from behind the shadows while his hand casually slips into his suit jacket pocket. 

It’s a nonchalant motion. Relaxed enough that you barely catch on as you and Nadia continue swaying back and forth to the rhythm. Enjoying the heavy bass and eerie tune. 

And then, suddenly…you feel it. The first, gentle vibration from the toy sitting snugly inside your pussy. 

Your breath hitches.

And now you understand his look of amusement and the disappearance of his hand. He’s testing out the toy, warning you of his intentions even from the other side of the room. 

Just like he promised.

After all, that was his only condition. He’d dress up, he’d play nice, he’d be a good boss.

But if he wasn’t allowed to touch you all night, he at least wanted to have some fun. And remind you that he is still the one you belong to.

A reminder he gleefully gives you now, turning up the strength on the small bullet inside your cunt while he continues chatting with Alex from IT.

He’s not looking at you anymore – something you almost despise – but it’s obvious that he’s entertained. Fighting against a wry grin as he nods along in conversation. 

You, on the other hand, are beginning to feel the effects of the teasing. A sharp, pleasurable chill running down your legs while you falter in place and swallow a gasp.

Confused, Nadia eyes you carefully. “You okay?” she calls over the music, leaning closer. “You look a little woozy.”

“I’m…no, I’m…I’m good,” you manage to stammer, forcing a nod before you continue with your dance. “S’just hot in here, I guess.”

“God, you’re telling me,” she snorts, running a knuckle under her eye to catch some smeared makeup. “Last time I commit to the leather pants.”

Exhaling a laugh, you slowly pull your thighs together, hoping to lessen the vibrations currently traveling through your pussy. “Well, you look great.”

“Thanks,” she laughs before gesturing up and down at your costume. “What about you, hm? This is the sexiest corset I’ve ever seen.”

“Thanks, it’s quite hard to breathe in,” you retort playfully, glancing over the pink silk on your torso. “This will also be the last time I commit to lingerie in public.”

“Fair enough. But that’s what Halloween is for, right? So you can be your true, slutty self just for one night.”

You chuckle again before slowly looking over to catch a glimpse of your sadistic boyfriend. However, you find that the smug bastard is now nowhere to be found. Having disappeared from the room, leaving you to struggle without him.

And then, you feel the strength increase.

It’s becoming increasingly harder to ignore the pleasure building in your stomach or the sharp rushes of ecstasy that echo across your clit. Which you suppose is his goal, although you aren’t sure why he’s so determined to make you fall apart under so many obvious eyes.

But you imagine that’s part of the fun. The idea that even though he can’t be with you, he can control your pleasure.

And you have to admit…you adore him for it.

With a shaky exhale, you nod your head toward the exit. “I’m, uh…I’m gonna go get some fresh air for a bit. I’ll be right back.”

Nadia nods. “No problem. I’ll be here.”

Leaving her with a smile, you begin to search for where he might have gone. You imagine his office, although you aren’t quite sure how you’re meant to meet him when so many people are watching.

Sure, more than half the room is drunk or otherwise occupied, but you don’t want to taunt fate. Especially after begging him to come in the first place.

But the painful pleasure in your cunt is beginning to worsen and you realize rather quickly that there’s only one solution.

Him.

So, you take a deep breath and slip into the adjoining hall, traveling through the darkness until you find his door.

You take a deep breath and knock twice, calling a soft but hopeful, “Mr. Styles? Are you in there?”

The sound of a lock turning nearly makes you shiver, and you can’t help but grin giddily as the door swings open, and a hand outstretches for you.

You’re yanked inside before you can even offer a greeting, tossed mercilessly toward his desk while he slams the door shut, and turns to face you.

And he’s stunning. So effortlessly beautiful, even with the blood dripping down his face. You wonder if you should be worried you find this so attractive, but you don’t exactly have it in you to care. Because the way his disheveled suit hugs his broad frame is sinfully delicious and the ruby droplets smeared across his jaw makes your cunt clench around the toy.

He strides toward you, drinking you in like he’s dying of thirst. Eyes dark and clouded with salacious intentions. 

He takes hold of your face between strong palms and crashes his mouth to yours. Hips pushing you back until you collide with the wooden table just behind you. Trapping you there while you gasp for air and tangle your fingers in his messy curls.

He groans in response, nipping at your bottom lip until you can’t breathe. “Gonna fucking kill me, Peach. Walking around in this slutty little costume. Almost came in my pants when you bent over.”

You smirk lazily as his kisses move down your neck. “Good, that was my plan.”

He makes another animalistic noise before shoving at your waist a bit harder. 

One hand disappears back into his pocket while the other travels up your fishnet stockings and settles against your cunt. The heel of his palm pressing against your covered clit as his harsh kisses dance beneath your ear.

“Shit, Har—” you gasp before you feel him tug your skin between his teeth. “Sir. Please…need…”

“I know,” he grunts, increasing the power of the toy until you’re both moaning. “Can feel it, Peach. Feels good, hm? Feels so fucking good. Bet you’re gonna cum in your pretty, little panties before I even touch you, yeah?”

You make another incoherent noise as his hand pushes the toy further into your pussy. The electric vibrations reverberate across his palm, doubling the sensation until your head just about drops back. Making the bunny ears slip to the ground, forgotten. 

“Good,” he hums, and you feel a bit of his fake blood smear across your neck. “S’a good girl, honey. Already close, aren’t you? What a pathetic little thing. Always fall apart so fast when I use a toy to play with you.”

You nod quickly in agreement. After all, he’s right. Vibrators have you coming faster than almost anything else – besides his cock.

And his mouth.

This is a fact he utilizes now, nudging the vibrator further into you until your legs begin to shake. You can feel it in your stomach, the first unraveling as it becomes stronger, and louder, and faster.

You fling an arm around his shoulders for stability before you’re disintegrating beneath him. Writhing and squirming and panting as he sees you through. 

“There you go,” he whispers, mouth brushing over yours. Wanting to taste your moans as you come down. “You’re all right, my love. Doing so good, hm? Gonna give me another?”

You nod faintly and he smirks before reaching beneath your corset top to find the decorative panties attached to your costume. 

He shoves them aside without pause before ripping the delicate fabric of the stockings almost fiercely. And far too easily for your liking.

He then retrieves the small toy from inside your cunt – smiling when he feels how soaked the silicone has become – before he’s dragging it up to your clit. Pressing the stimulating tip into your sensitive and swollen nerves as you suddenly gasp and go reeling.

“Shh,” he hushes, glancing over your face. “Can’t be too loud, hm? Y’know I love it when you scream for me, but we can’t let me hear, can we?”

“It’s…it’s Halloween,” you counter. “They’re used to screams.”

But Mr. Styles merely smirks. “Be that as it may…I don’t want to share your screams with anyone else. Not tonight.”

You feel your head grow fuzzier as he dips down to take your lips with his.

“Tonight…your screams belong to me,” he exhales against your tongue before he’s pressing the vibrator harder against your cunt.

You’re a mess. Soaking his hand, your outfit, the toy. Shaking almost pitifully while he finally releases the remote to press his palm to the back of your neck. Forcing your faces together until neither one of you can breathe without the other.

He was right, you are pathetic. So goddamn tragic as you begin to shake beneath the bullet. Already close to your second orgasm of the evening before he’s even had a chance to tease you.

But you don’t think he minds. He collects your orgasms like Pokémon cards. Wearing the number proudly until you’re nothing but a pile of limbs in his arms.

Two is only a start. And you know as long as he has this toy, he plans to force you into many more.

“Fucking shit, Peach,” he groans, forehead resting against yours as he glances down at where his hand is settled between your thighs. “Oh, that’s my girl. Always behave so well for me. Knew you would, yeah? Just like you promised.”

Again, you can do nothing but nod weakly. Still clinging to his body like a lifeline while he strokes you through the aftershocks.

“Okay,” he finally sighs, removing the toy and swiping his thumb across your clit. Collecting the arousal waiting for him just to bring it up to his lips. “Okay, honey, turn around. Bend over the desk for me.”

You whimper at the way he takes his body from you and from the very idea of what comes next. You hate that you won’t be able to see his face, but you adore this position. Especially because of the way he manhandles you.

Like now as his hands suddenly grasp onto your hips to fling you around so you’re facing his large, floor to ceiling windows.

The city is beautiful at night. Lit up like a prize, vast and seemingly endless. It’s one of your favorite things about his office and you smile to yourself as you take in the view.

But you aren’t afforded the chance to daydream long before he’s weaving his fingers through your roots and pushing you down until your chest meets his desk. Keeping you bent and pliable as he undoes his leather belt.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, squeezing your scalp as though to reward you. “Gonna fuck you quick. Can’t have Nadia come looking for you, can we?”

You whimper a response before you hear his pants fall to the floor, followed by a snapping of elastic as he pulls his cock from his briefs. 

“Let me have a look at you,” he grits, releasing your head so he can stand back and admire your dripping pussy. Pulling back the costume until your cunt is on display for his hungry eyes. “So fucking cute, Peach. S’all pretty and red. Just weeping for me, hm?”

“Sir—”

“Get all sensitive when I make you cum a lot, don’t you?” he asks, even though he already knows the answer. “Your puffy little clit gets all swollen and achy, hm?”

“Yes…yes, Sir, please—”

“Just one more for now, yeah? Just one. And then I’ll take you home and do it right.”

There’s a racing in your chest that can’t be contained. A sharp thrill that lives beneath your skin. He’s everything. His voice, his touch, his intentions. Even his mind. It’s wickedly beautiful and you adore him more than anything in the world.

You feel his fingers smooth through your folds. Teasing you for only a moment before you feel his cock come into play. Repeating the action of pressing and slipping through the wetness that awaits him.

“Can’t tell you what this costume does to me,” he whispers, groping your side with one hand. Preparing you. “You, and this tight, little fucking top, and these goddamn tights. Everybody was staring when you came in. Fucking everybody and I could’ve killed them.”

You moan something akin to his name, but he’s not listening. He’s lost on you. On your body and the way it looks, spread out before him.

“Even this fucking bunny tail,” he snorts, and you feel him pinch the fuzzy ball on your ass playfully. “Sits so pretty on you, y’know. Just like that plug I got you.”

“Shit,” you mumble, stomach clenching at the memory. “Har—”

His hand comes down in a sharp strike to your left ass cheek as you jolt. “Uh-uh. What’s my name?”

“Sir,” you correct, eyes squeezing shut. “Sir, please…please fuck me. Need you so bad—”

“Do you, hm?” He lands another spank before smoothing over the area with calmer motions.

You nod. “You look so good, Sir. Can’t…can’t stand it.”

Even without being able to see him, you can picture his smirk. “Do I?”

“Yes,” you exhale, almost groaning from the thought. “Covered in blood, wearing my favorite suit. Even the way you did your hair. S’been so hard to keep my hands off you tonight.”

You hear a dark, rather sadistic chuckle. “You like the blood, do you?”

You whimper. “Know I shouldn’t, but…it makes you look so fucking hot, Sir.”

Another harsh smack to your ass. Louder this time. “You know how I feel about your cussing, Peach.”

“M’sorry, Sir. But it’s true. You’re so fucking hot like this.”

He spanks you a fourth time but he’s still chuckling. “I’ll remember that,” he murmurs, kneading the tender flesh in his palm. “Never thought my precious peach would have such dirty fantasies.”

“I don’t, Sir. Only when it’s you.”

And he seems to like this idea, cursing in the back of his throat before nudging the tip of his cock against your clit. Making you both gasp until he finds your hole.

The first push in is delicious. Slow enough to prepare you and ease you open, but it’s everything. Scratching an itch that makes your brain turn to mush. Until you’re nearly collapsing onto his desk with anxious whimpers. 

“Good,” he breathes from behind you. “Good girl. That’s it, my love. Let me in, just like that. You all right?”

Another faint motion of your head. One that almost concerns him as he laces his fingers back through your roots.

“Peach,” he grunts. “Know I need your words. And you will give them to me when I ask for them. So what’s your color?”

“Green,” you whisper, nails curling into the wooden table beneath. “M’sorry, Sir, I’m green. Just feels so good. Wanted…to focus. To feel you.”

You hear him sigh before he’s pushing in a bit further. “Then fucking feel me.”

He sits inside your cunt like he was always meant to be there. Warm and thick and the perfect stretch. Making the stars return to your eyes as you begin to cry out his name.

However, he releases your scalp only to reach around and smack his palm against your lips. Keeping you quiet as he begins his thrusts.

“Uh-uh,” he warns. “Be a good little bunny and stay quiet.”

The pace is slow at first. Just enough to drive you absolutely mad and you imagine the scariest thing about tonight is how easily you’ve become such a blubbering mess.

“Like it when Daddy’s mean, don’t you?” he calls, returning both hands to your hips. “Like it when I treat you like you’re nothing.”

You can feel the sticky substance of the fake blood smearing across your hips. Probably staining your clothes – an obvious mark of his touch. A mark you’d proudly wear for the rest of your life if he’d let you.

“So fucking wet, honey,” he hisses. “S’just drowning my cock, isn’t it?”

You offer a garbled noise.

“Yeah. Just dripping down me, baby. Begging me to do something about it. Begging me to fucking take you.”

Your entire body is shaking. Along with the desk and an assortment of papers and pens that become scattered with every sharp drive of his hips. 

And you can hear it. Can hear the sound of his cock slipping in and out of your pussy and echoing between the walls of his large office. Wet, and lewd, and almost pornographic in nature. It’s obvious how needy you are for him. How unhinged your body has become. Soaking him exactly the way he loves as he fucks himself into you.

You can feel the sweat beading at your hairline. Can hear your pulse thumping in your ears – in time to the music in the other room and the thrusting of his hips. Leaving you to do nothing but lay across his desk and take it. Take him, exactly the way he wanted.

“How about another, hm?” He squeezes your sides harshly before one hand leaves you. “Gonna give me another, my love?”

Nodding tiredly, you allow your lashes to flutter shut. Focusing instead on the sound of his voice and the rough touch of his fingertips. You can feel it building. Can practically taste the beginnings of a third orgasm. You’re powerless to the pleasure. Undone by the man behind you as he readjusts his stance and angles his cock up.

It’s wicked. The immense, overwhelming, and unfathomable coursing of lust between each joint, and muscle, and fiber. You can’t escape it, can’t fight it. Can’t even understand it.

That’s what you needed. That spot, that attention. Over and over and over, and he’s so good at hitting it just right. Only to drag his cock back out and leave you empty and wilted.

“Relax,” he orders firmly before a familiar buzzing reverberates between your ears. “Relax, Peach. It’s okay, honey. Just want one more.”

The bullet is snaked around your hip before it’s pressing firmly to your clit. Forcing the sensitive and swollen bud to succumb to the vibrations and bring you that much closer.

You cry out for a second time, hands scratching down his desk, but he only curses through gritted teeth.

“There you go,” he exhales, and it’s thick. “S’okay, I’ve got you.”

He’s a mad man. Deranged and borderline animalistic with the way he demands your body bend to his will.

“Sir—” You suck in a large gasp for air, but it’s useless. “Har, please—”

His large palm spanks down on your ass as punishment, but he doesn’t comment on your slip.  “I know. Almost there. Know you’re almost there, can feel you clenching, baby. Keep going. Feels so fucking good—”

“Can’t…can’t—”

“Yes, you can. Know it hurts, but you can do it. You’ll do it, come on.”

And you want to, you do. More than anything, but it’s almost too good. You can’t think properly, can’t seem to relax long enough to let the orgasm overtake you.

Then, he’s wrangling you up. Pulling you until your back is pressed against his chest while he nudges his nose against your cheek. Inhaling you with a groan before he trails a few open-mouthed kisses along your neck. 

And in the reflection of his office windows, you see your silhouettes.

You, in your stunning Playboy costume, tits bouncing up out of the corset with each thrust, fake blood painted across your face and neck.

And him.

The devastatingly wonderful man behind you. Dressed in the sexiest suit you’ve ever seen, gelled curls gone askew, and that same blood dripping down almost every inch of him.

And he’s pounding his cock into your cunt like there’s no tomorrow. Trapping you against his body, your heaving chest in one hand, and the vibrating toy in the other. 

“So good, Peach,” he whispers. “So fucking good. Need you to cum, baby, please. Right now. Cum.”

And you do.

You don’t expect it. Have no time to prepare for it. Don’t even understand it’s happening until that white-hot explosion is dancing down your spine and expanding through your stomach. All the way into your toes as you whimper his name and wither in his touch. 

He does his best to hold you up while maintaining the pace he set. Faster and harder until he’s spilling inside of you with a moan. Mumbling your name while a hundred praises follow suit.

The aftershocks of this one seem to drag on longer than most. But you both indulge in the floaty feeling as you work to catch your breath. Syncopating to each other’s inhales until your heartbeats become one. 

“Did so good,” he sighs, nuzzling his cheek to yours. “God, so fucking good. Feel like heaven, you know that?”

You smile lazily and settle into his arms, allowing your weight to rest atop his. “Well…it’s easy when you look like this.”

He chuckles softly and kisses your temple. “You really do have a blood kink, hm?”

“No, I have a you-covered-in-blood kink. I don’t care when it’s anybody else.”

Now, he reaches out to slide his finger under your chin and turn your face to his. Staring at you for only a moment before he kisses you. Hard and yet filled with an emotion you just might recognize.

“Want you to do something for me, Peach,” he mumbles against your lips.

You nod quickly.

“Want you to fix your little panties…go down to my car…and wait for me.” 

You feel your breath hitch.

He smiles.

“We’ve got some videotapes to make.”

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🏁 Pairings : Max Verstappen X fem!Reader

🏁 Warnings : suggestive sexual themes, touching, kissing, licking etc. no explicit content, swearing, Daniel Ricciardo being a menace.

🏁 Word Count : 3.3k words (3352 words)

🏁 Author's note : First suggestive conntent on this blog! woo-hoo, light the fireworks. But I do hope you enjoy and as always please leave a comment or reblog, since they do fuel my motivation. <3 Note that word dividers are by @cottage-writings and as always, translations are available via radio comm.

🏁 Music player : Love by Lana Del Ray

You smile to yourself as you stare at your television screen, the metallic box was currently projecting your boyfriend’s face, post-race, red faced and sweaty. Positively gorgeous. His blonde hair was mused due to his helmet and droplets of water leaked down from the strands to his forehead, trickling down his temple to his chin where they dripped down to his fire-proofs. It was nearing the end of the interview, and that meant his favourite questions would begin to pop up, the personal ones.

“So Max, how’s the missus doing? Based off her Instagram it looks like you both are very happy.” The man holding the microphone smiled at the driver, who rolled his eyes playfully at the memory of the multitude of stories that you would post by the hour, in fact he was 99% sure that you had posted at least 5 whilst he was in the car.

“Yeah well, it’s a dream being with her, it really feels like I’m on cloud 9.” He gushed, a rare occurrence for the notoriously grumpy man, but as soon as you were brought up in conversation, it was as though he was a wilting sunflower that was just introduced to sunlight, “I’m doing all of this for her.” Max admitted bashfully.

“Well, if that isn’t proof of the it couple on the grid, then I don’t know what is.” The interviewer admitted, grinning at the lovesick expression on your boyfriend’s face, “But before I let you go, the fans were in uproar a few days before the race. Based on a tweet made by a fellow driver on the grid.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, as if his humorous actions would jog Max’s memory.

You, on the other hand, knew exactly of the tweet Mark, as he introduced himself as, was talking of. It was tweeted by none other than Daniel Ricciardo, the cheeky bastard decided to divulge the fans with a tidbit of information about Max and your sex life.

Just walked into the 2-time WDC and his girlfriend doing it like bunnies. Somehow, this man is never embarrassed.

You remember that day like no-other, it was the moment after the Spanish Grand Prix and Max had just won.

“I’m so proud of you,” You breathed against his lips, holding his face between your palms as your fingers fisted his hair, close enough to the root that he groaned outwardly. The scent of victory wafted from him as one of your hands snaked down between the two of you to unzip his race suit. Allowing you to push him against the hotel room wall and move down to lick thick, wet stripes against his pulse point, revelling in the taste of fresh champagne.

“heilige shit,” he breathed out, gnawing at his bottom lip whilst the hands that rested on your waist tightened and bruised his fingerprints against your skin.

 “Geliefde.” Max whispered, bringing his left hand up to grip the nape of your neck and guide your face away from the fifth fresh hickey you were creating on his muscle, towards his own, gazing into your eyes with a heavy stare.

“Yeah?” You answer, blinking rapidly to clear the misty haze that overtook your brain, all you could think of was the delicious way that his suit hung low from his hips and how tight his fireproofs were, exaggerating his muscular pecs that strained against the protective layer.

His chest rose and fell rapidly as you scratched your nails lightly down his scalp towards his thick collar that stuck to his body, “Maxie?” You prompt, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

He chuckled at your act, wrapping a large hand around your neck and squeezing gently at the sides, just enough for you to gasp, “What do you think the press will say huh? My girlfriend got too horny watching me win?” He guided you towards the freshly made bed, pushing you down to a sitting position as your knees hit the back of the padded mattress, “It’s okay though, mijn mooie vriendin-“ He paused, moving his hand up to cup your jaw and pull at your lower lip, parting your mouth until you obediently allowed him to slip his thumb in, “I only do this for you.” He murmured.

Max nudged you further, watching contently as you fell onto your back, sinking into the thick blanket and released his thumb with a loud pop. You laugh a little at his proclamation, “Really? You do this for me?” You bite your lip, fiddling with the comforter beneath your fingertips, pushing off from the bed as you anchor yourself on your elbows.

“You doubt me?” He arches an incredulous eyebrow at you, bending down to part your knees, “dat zal niet lukken.” He murmured, getting down onto his knees to hook your thigh onto his shoulder, allowing him to twist his head and kiss the sensitive skin, “What should I do to prove it to you? Huh?”

Max chuckled as you slipped your hand beneath the waistband of your shorts, pushing them down suggestively and he would’ve given into your request had it not been for the interruption.

“HEYYY CHAMP-“The friendly boisterous voice of a certain Australian rang through your hotel room, causing you to jump and grip your boyfriends head, which had merely jolted slightly before coming to rest against your opposite thigh, uninterested.

“Daniel.” Max deadpanned, his cerulean eyes merely slackened, cracking a lazy smile as his friend stopped in his tracks, blocking the door from what seemed to be at least half of the grid, “Must you really bother me?”

“Sorry man,” you heard Lewis call out, chuckling loudly as a familiar French cackle sounded off after a lewd comment sounding like, “damn he’s pussy-whipped”. You whimpered with embarrassment, falling back against the bed as you covered your face, hiding the blotchy blush that covered your face.

“Max” You whined, twitching your leg so that he could get up and most likely go out to celebrate, “Get up, we can continue this later.” You assured him, already imagining the dress that you would wear.

“See what you did wankers?” He called out, barely lifting himself up, “Made my girl embarrassed.” He admonished his colleagues.  Max looked up at you, cooing at your red face, “It’s okay, Mijn liefje. I’ll get them to leave.”

“Guys lets go” Lando called out, “Let the guy get his dick wet.”

“Ew gross.”

“Not my fault you’re single fuck-face.”

You groaned, “Guys!” The crowd settled at the sound of your harsh, crackly voice, “It’s fine, let us at least get ready?”

“Yes ma’am” Charles shouted, which was soon followed with sounds of violence and pathetic groans.

Max kissed your cheek, getting up from the floor to go and slam the door in the few faces, but before you could hear the satisfying wood beat against the hinges, Daniel had whispered, “How the fuck are you not embarrassed?” Which prompted more snickers and a flurry of agreements about your lover’s lack of humiliation.

“You should be embarrassed ass wipe.” Max chuckled as he pushed the group out of the doorway, “Walked in on me about to get the best meal money could never buy.”

If you thought about it too much the humiliation would creep back in, along with the curiosity.

Later that same evening, when your friends and you had gone out for dinner, your face was still flushed and any thought that led back to that moment in the hotel room would lead to you shaking your head promptly and diving back into conversation. Whereas Max was comfortably seated next to you, chatting happily as he sipped more alcohol from the flute by his porcelain plate whilst his free hand rested on your thigh, slipped underneath the silky material of your sundress.

It was as if the moment never happened and he was already fantasising about getting you back into the room, ready to bend you into different positions that would make your legs shake hard enough into next Sunday. He did infact, manage that.

Max laughed on your television screen, turning to look at Daniel, who was animatedly doing his own interview, “Yeah well, it’s hard to embarrass me,” he inhaled sharply through his teeth as he shrugged nonchalantly, “It really was just an inchident.”

Max winked cheekily at the camera as Mark laughed and patted his shoulder, “Nice to see Max, have a good one,”

“You too,”

You huffed out with amusement as you pointed the remote at the screen a certain calm filling the apartment as the light blinked away from the box in front of you. The sun was slowly setting on the streets of Monaco, a subtle signal that meant that your boyfriend would soon be returning home to you. Max would claim that home was where you were, but you could tell that the large penthouse was probably the closest alternative to the driver, it was a joint investment as a couple, the first of many and it was beloved by both of you.

Large windows that overlooked the high-end shopping district which curved with the positioning of the building, an oblong shape that influenced the soft edges of the entire apartment. The home was out of your Pinterest board, soft plush coaches and tall glass vases that littered every free surface, Max had claimed 2 of the 4 bedrooms, one of them being his office and the other being his specialist home gym. The third was saved for guests and the fourth, that resided on a separate floor; took over the entire area and was your shared bedroom. Luckily on his and your salary, the home was merely a drop in the ocean, along with the numerous pretty pennies you spent on furniture.

It was in other words, your baby.

Jimmy and Sassy slinked between your legs as you walked to the kitchen from your spot on the largest couch that was turned inwards to face the TV that was mounted within the ceiling, dropping down mechanically at the push of a button and retreating into the seemingly solid concrete at another. You had done exactly that, dismissing the piece of tech to show off the full-length balcony. Cooing at your fur-children you picked them up in one hand, “Come on guys, let’s finish dinner,” You kissed their heads, chuckling as they nuzzled into your face before letting them down on the floor in front of the sink when you went to put on a pair of gloves and fish out dinner from the oven.

The tell-tale chime of your elevator and the mechanical tone of the keypad informed you that Max was home, along with the cats going off to welcome their father from a long day of work,

“Hey guys,” you heard him greet the children whilst he kicked off his shoes and tucked them along with his jacket into the small cupboard that sat within the wall in the entrance hall. You turned away from the oven, placing the entire grill onto the kitchen island as you huffed happily at the dish within the Tupperware as Max walked further into the house and towards the kitchen, where you stood patiently, the soft sounds of the Vitamin String Quartet playing in the background.

“Hey, schat,” He murmured, eyes softening at the corners as he rushed to your side, tugging you away from the counter to wrap his hands around your and bury his head into your neck. You giggle at the tickle of his hair against your skin and bring your hands down to cover his that were wrapped around you, “Hello my love,” you whisper, turning your head slightly to kiss his forehead.

“You cooked,” He stated happily, smiling against you.

“I did.”

“I’m happy,” He confirmed, removing himself from your neck whilst keeping a firm hold on your waist, “How was work?”

“Same old same old, people want to invest in stocks, I do it for them. Very boring.” You rush through your day, recounting the odd events that went on in the office, “But I saw your interview, watched it on the archive.”

“Hmm,” He hummed, knowing that when you do watch the interviews, you normally do it to hear his voice and see his absurdly attractive post-race glow, not listen to the odd mechanical language and repeated statements of, “-push the car harder next race.” Or “-really disappointed this time.”

“Heard what you said about that tweet Daniel made,” You feel him kiss the skin behind your ear before snorting.

“What else could I say? Man doesn’t think before tweeting.” Max grumbled.

“Made me think-“

“Oh no.”

“Stop it.”

“Okay,”

“Anyway, made me think that I actually have never seen you blush.”

“I’m sure you have,” He assured you, untangling himself from you to get a chilled water bottle from the fridge behind you. You twist your body around, leaning back against the counter to watch his movements with squinted eyes.

“Hmm,” You tap your chin for a few seconds, “Nope, never.”

“Schat, it’s been almost two years,” He paused to crack off the top of the bottle, “I am positive you’ve seen me blush. And even if you haven’t, it’s no big deal.”

You huffed and crossed your arms childishly, “But I’m your girlfriend!” You reached out with your hands to grab his own slutty-man waist.

“Thanks for the reminder, had het anders niet geweten,” Max chuckled, allowing you to pull him by the waist to rest his abdomen just above yours.

“It’s a big deal Maxie, I’m meant to be able to make you blush,” You pouted up at him, scratching your nails up his spine, grinning as he shivered against your hold.

He took a final gulp from his bottle before minutely shifting to press harshly against a cupboard to reveal a hidden bin that popped out at his commend. Max dropped the empty plastic into the metallic cylinder and pushed the sliding contraption in again. He turned back to you, focussing on your large unblinking eyes and wet, pouting lips.

He held your face tenderly, kissing your forehead with his own, “S’okay schat, somethings just aren’t meant to happen.”

You pull away at his statement.

Like hell it won’t

“Nope, that won’t do,” You tug at his arm, guiding him into the separate dining room, a large area that was painted an off-white creamy colour, containing a brass sputnik chandelier that hung low against the white marble dining table which had at least 12 separate chairs tucked beneath its oval body. You pulled at the upholstered chair and dug your hand into the tactile Borg fabric before seating Max, who patiently trailed behind you whilst holding the separate doors open, allowing you to execute your plan perfectly.

You stood in front of the man, who was sat with his legs spread graciously in front of him with his large palms splayed against his slightly-less than normal skinny jeans. It was going to hard, yes. Harder than a diamond heist, to extract the long sought over blush from this well practiced stoic man. But you were determined.

Starting easily, you planted your hands on the arms of the chair and leaned forward, close enough that your noses were touching and lips ghosting over each other’s.

“What about this?” You whispered, eyes fluttering closed as you could begin to feel the small grooves and indents of his lips against yours along with his tongue licking at your bottom lip.

“Don’t think so, love.” He murmured back, laughing heartily when you groaned and pushed at his chest.

“Ok that’s it, take it off.” You folded your arms, tapping your foot impatiently.

“Woah, at least buy me dinner first?” Max’s eyes widened as you growled playfully and tugged at the hem of his branded red-bull shirt, “O-Okay okay, chill out you horny demon.”

“Good,” You huff, undoing the buttons of your light blue shirt, until you stood in just your bra and a long pair of silky lounge-wear pants, “We aren’t leaving here until you blush at least once.” You promised him, grinning manically when he stared at your chest.

You re-started once again, barely brushing your lips against the shell of his ear, smiling to yourself when his breath hitched and he groaned, “Anything?” You breathe out, licking slowly, lustfully at the sensitive skin between his ear and the nape of his neck.

“No,” Max denied, squeezing his eyes shut when you took the skin of his collar bone between your lips, sucking lavishly until you were sure of a dark blue love bite before moving inwards, littering the pale canvas with your marks.

“Come on Maxie, you know you want to,” You crooned moving further down, until your face was between his pecs and your hands were braced against the muscles, you dug your nails into his skin before dragging them slowly downwards whilst keeping your eyes locked with his, waiting for the victorious rosy tint to paint his face.

No luck.

“Maybe we should just give up? I can think of a lot of things I can do,” He just barely moaned out from between heavy pants whilst your mouth had made its way to his navel, leaving a wet trail in its wake. You shook your head slightly, flicking your eyes down to where your tongue lay flat against his stomach, “Are you fucking kidding me?” You complained, biting his abs.

“What? I can’t help it,” He defended, holding his arms up innocently before clenching his jaw shut when you began to fiddle with the button of his jeans.

“Yeah?” You challenge, getting up from the tiled floor to swing one leg to one side of his waist while the other sat on the opposite side, allowing you to straddle him and sit directly on his crotch whilst raising an eyebrow at his rolled back eyes.

“What about now Maxie?”

You winded your hips once. Twice. Until he came to hold your love-handles with a tight, possessive grip. Max leaned up, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, you whimpered when one of his hands slipped beneath your pants to snap the elastic of your underwear.

You pulled away, burring your hands in his hair and letting the soft strands flow through your fingers, “What about now?” You murmur, pushing yourself against his palm whilst arching your back. He hissed, smirking at your determination.

“Nope.” He removed both hands from your body to fold them behind his head and lean back, “Now what, schat?”

You slumped down and pulled at your bra strap contemplatively, “Dinner.” You stated simply, clambering out of his lap.

“That’s what I tho- wait why are your clothes on?” He asked you incredulously, pointing at the significant tent in his jeans.

“Max Emillian Verstappen I put a lot of effort into dinner tonight,” You scolded him with your pointer finger as you slipped on your shirt, leaving the buttons undone.

“W-what the-“ He spluttered reaching for your hand, “Seriously don’t do this,” he whined, adjusting his jeans with an uncomfortable expression.

“That’s what you get.” You shrugged, leaving him in the dining room, not before you bent down in front of him- swaying your hips suggestively as you collected his shirt from the floor and throwing it at him, “Don’t come out without your shirt on.”

The door slowly creaked shut, leaving Max still shirtless, flabbergasted at his inability to blush.

Well, not really.

He groaned loudly, balling up his shirt to hide the angry red flush that creeped up his cheeks and took over the entirety of his chest, ears and neck.

“HAH!” You called out, re-emerging from the door with a bang, “I KNEW IT.” You had your phone in your hand, displaying a perfect picture of his flustered state, the blonde was buried within his team’s shirt and was very obviously scarlet, “NOW THE WORLD WILL KNOW!” You shouted victoriously, jumping up and down in your spot, shirt still unbuttoned.

You squealed when Max jumped and growled at you, “Get back here, I’ll give you something to tweet about.”

📻 Kcccchh.... come in.... come in...translatiion available...over

📻 Kchh...Dutch....to english....over

heilige shit - Holy shit

Geliefde - Love [r]

mijn mooie vriendin - my beautiful girlfriend

dat zal niet lukken - that won't work

Mijn liefje - My darling

schat - Darling/Love/Babe [term of endearment]

had het anders niet geweten - wouldn't have known otherwise

[holybibly]

I love being your bunny, I'm a big fan of all your stories I read ALL of them but can I make a request? like a birthday wish? please I just need a big smut from yunho 😭 like look at yunho? he seems so innocent, new boy in town, sweet, kind and golden retriever who stays up all night playing video games but the type of guy who will hit his dick several times on your tongue looking at you as if he is superior while making you cum several times with his fingers and vibrators or the kind of idol who would stare at you the entire concert in awe of your beauty and would destroy his innocent hotteoka little girl on the hotel, making her only have eyes for him and making her think about him until the next concert (idk I I just had a bad day and my mind is flowing, I really wanted a big smut with Yunho because it's hard to find good ones here so please!! If it doesn't bother you, take it as a suggestion!! You don't have to do it if you want!! Thank you for listen to me)

Oh dear bunny, who has upset you? I'll look after ya.

It's a pity this will have to be the rough way, because yes, our Yunho is a rough boy. But you like it rough. Don't you?

This is the way he loves to make you squirm—to slap your chubby buttocks hard with the broad palm of his hand, causing them to turn red, spreading a burning sensation across your tender skin, and leaving his rough, possessive mark on you.

Despite the opinions of everyone around him, Yunho is not always a smooth, gentle puppy. He can bite and scratch, and there are so many dark and evil thoughts in his sweet head.

He's still fully dressed in his fancy suit after the concert while you are completely naked and defenceless on his lap, your pussy shamelessly leaking with excitement and staining his trousers with each loud slap.

You love the pain; you love knowing that you won't be able to sit properly afterwards; you love knowing that people will look at you and wonder if you're all right—maybe even ask you directly. Your mind will replay everything Yunho has done to you, and your pussy will clench reflexively.

"You were a bad girl today." He caresses your ass as he speaks, and a sobbing moan comes out of your hoarse throat. But that is only the beginning. You know. When Yunho gets angry or upset, he always plays rough with you. But today, you should have thought twice before making eyes at Mingi for the whole damn concert; you went too far to get away with it. He fucks you; he owns you; you are his fucking property, so why are you looking at his best friend instead of drooling over him? "You didn't even try to hide it. Did you? You have been acting like a real slut the whole evening, and you want me to be nice to you?" Yunho goes on to say this as he digs his fingers into your ass. "Do you have any idea what happens to whores?" He growls in a low voice, his fingers sliding over your swollen lips before he spreads them and pushes long phalanges into your mouth, forcing you to suck on them. "They get punished." His voice is deep and dark as his fingers reach your throat and press against your tongue, choking you slightly. "You will be counted, and don't you dare moan; you shouldn't be enjoying this, love." You can feel the threat lurking in his voice; you know that if you don't submit to him again, he might not let you come at all; he might tease and fuck you all night long without giving you any sweet relief.

So you whisper a trembling "yes" and wait for your punishment to begin.

His big hand first rests gently on your left buttock, caressing it lightly before he strikes you.

"One!" You gasp at the contact.

He then moves on to your right cheek.

"Two!" God, your ass is on fire; it feels like there is a fire burning right under your skin.

As he goes on, his slaps get harder and more brutal, and by the time he spanks you for the 7th time, you're sure that your skin will be bright red and irritated, and you're sure that it won't be easy for you to even wear panties.

The watering of your eyes is on the increase. The tears sting as much as his merciless slaps on your bottom.

10 slaps, and you are sobbing openly and loudly, the tears running down your face as he gently strokes the bruised ass and comforts you.

"You did great, baby; you're perfect." He praises you before leaning down and kissing your sore skin.

You don't know how you managed to keep from moaning through all of this, but you did.

He forces you to pull down his trousers, squeezing you so you're on your knees between his legs.

"Here, sweetheart. He says this to you as he tangles his long fingers in your hair.

As you get closer to his crotch, he pulls you even closer to him, moaning as you immediately open your mouth, ready to take his thick cock into your warm little mouth.

As your tongue licks the swollen, thick head of his cock for a moment, you can already feel his pre-cum oozing out.

He slaps the hard length of it against your cheek a couple of times before he rubs it against your tender, soft skin, staining it with his cum.

"What should you say, dear?"

"Please..." you mutter under your breath.

"I'm sorry, what?" Yunho pulls hard on your hair.

You don't answer; you just try to reach his dick again and stick out your tongue as far as it will go, obviously not succeeding.

"You are acting like a bad girl again. I can see that." He stands up abruptly, leaving you sitting there on the floor, naked and dishevelled, waiting for his mercy to come.

He crouches behind you, two fingers sliding along your skin from the small of your back to your ass, moving further down, sliding along your tight hole before reaching your pussy, pushing his fingers inside of you, making you tremble from the sudden contact. His fingers leave you as quickly as they came in, but not without the little toy Yunho picked up for you, a little ball vibrator.

He doesn't turn it on right away; he wants to see how you squirm once more and how you finally give in and beg him like the good girl that you are for him.

He sits back down and puts his hand on your hair, pulling you towards him, his cock still hard and ready to be mouthed.

"Be a good girl to me, darling, and I'll give you what you want. Or you will continue to be a whore." He says this as he pulls at your hair once more with even more force. "And you won't be able to cum for at least a week."

[hittmeandtellmeyouremine]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1

pairing: experienced!harry osborn x virgin!afab!reader

summary: harry tracks you down, asking you to go to unity day with him. it doesn't go as planned, whatsoever. he invited someone else and almost died. if you knew that he would almost die, you would've said no. if you knew what going out with him was going to lead to, you would've said no. right?

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, mentions of injury, mentions of piercings, suggestive content (no smut).

word count: 7.4k+ words

a/n: this is ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1 to my heaven is a bedroom series which uses characters and events from sam raimi's spider-man universe. you can read it by itself or with the rest of the series! i hope you guys like it! ♥

you were making your way out of your calculous class, dying to get home. the class itself wasn't bad: you made friends with the girls you sat with which made it more bearable. you were just ready to be home, cuddling with your cat.

you rushed out the building and down the steps as you fantasized about your bed. you couldn't wait to get home and out of these jeans. as good as they made your ass look, they didn't beat your pajamas. maybe you'd force get clover to watch a horror movie with you and bug.

you were so engulfed in your planning that you didn't realize someone calling your name. you looked in front of you to see harry. as you were coming out of the building, he must've been going in. he was standing below, a step ahead of you.

"princess coming out of her castle?" he teased with a smile.

"playboy looking for a new bunny?" you knew he didn't have any classes in this building.

he chuckled and shook his head.

"not quite, i've been looking for you, actually."

"you stalking me osborn?" you smirked.

"something like that, yeah. you're a hard person to get ahold of y/n" he admitted.

"what did you need?"

"i wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to the unity day festival with me? my father's company throws it so we would be on the balcony, away from everyone else. not that we have to be though, we could go down and do the stuff if you wanted to."

you smiled as you watched him explain himself, trying to convince you to go.

"did all the other girls you asked first reject you?" you asked, assuming you weren't his first choice.

"that depends on your answer. you would be all the girls i asked"

you stood corrected.

it couldn't hurt. you were gonna go with clover but you knew she would you leave you as soon as the guy she liked showed up. you didn't really want to be left by yourself, that'd be kinda sad.

"sure harry" you agreed.

"yeah?" he looked surprised.

"yeah. is there anything i should know beforehand?"

"we'll be with my father's employers and they're all business casual so i'll be in a suit, if you want to wear a dress" he said with a smile.

"okay. i'll meet you at your apartment like an hour before?"

"yeah, yeah that works"

"okay, see you" you said before going around harry and leaving him on the steps.

he watched you walk away looking like he had just won the lotto. he walked towards the building with a smile on his face before he paused and turned to away, reminding himself he didn't actually have a class in this building.

-

unity day rolled around a few days later, being on a saturday. a tv girl vinyl spun on your record player. bug laid in a little loaf as he watched you repeatedly disappear and eventually reemerge from your bathroom. he made himself quite comfortable at the edge of your bed, watching chaos ensue.

you, like any other girl, tended to leave your room in a tornado after you got ready. it was quite the process and who had the time to try to do everything neatly? not you. you were lucky if you remembered to cap your makeup before you left.

by the end of your natural disaster you were satisfied with how you looked.

you debated for a while on what color dress to wear, usually going with a something black or something red. this time you opted for black, assuming everyone else would probably be wearing bright colors for the festival aspect.

you had chosen a short, black dress. it had short sleeves and a straight neckline. there was a little bow in the middle of the neckline paired with detailing to make the upper half resemble a corset. the skirt flowed out, you didn't want anything to tight-fitting. you wore black tights under it for that same reason, not wanting to show too much skin because you'd probably be in a room with a bunch of old guys.

you shivered at the thought.

you paired it with some black heels to give you some extra height and gold jewelry. you debated on what to do with your hair.

up or down? up or down? up or down? both.

half up, half down. you made sure to slick the top half into a pony, curling the ends of you hair and pony for an extra touch. mascara, blush, and lip gloss would do. this wasn't a date or anything.

at least he didn't say it was.

you sprayed yourself with perfume and air kissed bug before grabbing your little purse and keys, making your way out of your room. you tried to quickly sneak out of the apartment but clover had peaked her head out of her room.

"you're leaving already? i thought we were gonna go together?" she called after you.

"nope, going with peter and harry. have fun with daniel! see you later!" you called before shutting the front door, using your key to lock it behind you.

you would've given her the heads up if you had seen her. you lived with the girl and felt like lately you only saw her when one of you was going out and the other one was coming in. her... situationship was taking up all her time. she wouldn't admit it, but you knew. she tried to hide it, but you knew. secrets were fine, you just needed to even the score a little.

you made your way down the street and walked towards peter and harry's apartment. you were grateful for the light wind and the short walk that made the walk in heels a bit more bearable.

as you rode up the elevator you started to become more nervous.

for some reason.

you shouldn't have been nervous. this was just hanging out with your friend and his best friend. no big deal. wait. harry never mentioned peter. he only mentioned you and him. peter might not even be going. you should've checked with peter first. why is it that you don't check with peter before coming over??

it was too late for all that now as you knocked on the door. thankfully, peter answered this time.

"y/n? hi, i didn't know you were coming over" peter said, confusion rolling off his tongue.

"you didn't?" you questioned.

"no i'm kidding. i definitely did" he said, rolling his eyes playfully as he let you in.

he closed the door behind you and led you into the apartment, towards the stairs.

"you can wait here. harry's almost done. harry, y/n!" peter yelled, grabbing his stuff as he headed towards the door.

"wait, you're not coming?" you asked.

"nope. well yeah, i'm gonna be going. just not with you guys. i'm gonna be working, jameson wants pictures for the paper. possibly, hopefully." he explained.

you nodded. you guys said your goodbyes before he left. not too long after you heard shuffling and footsteps, turning to see harry coming down the stairs.

"oh wow. y/n, you look beautiful" he smiled as he reached the bottom.

he was wearing a grey suit with a baby blue button up underneath. his dark blue, almost purple-looking, tie hung from the middle of his collar.

"you look good in a suit playboy" you taunted, making him roll his eyes playfully.

you weren't lying though, he really did.

"you ready to go?" he asked, a smile still on his lips. you nodded and he lead you towards the door, his hand hovering over the small of your back. he didn't want to push his luck too soon.

-

you two talked the whole car ride and he was starting to grow on you, a little. you could tell he was trying his best to make a good impression, to not come off too strong or too uninterested.

when you arrived he stopped at the front of the building, looking around for his father, you presumed.

boy were you wrong.

he was still talking to you, his brown eyes seeping into yours. you started to think maybe clover wasn't all that wrong. maybe a talking stage with harry wouldn't be too bad. maybe he wasn't too bad after all.

he was so caught up in your conversation he didn't hear the red-head who was calling his name with a big smile. she was quick to make her way over to him and embrace him in a hug.

"mj, hi" he smiled down at her when she finally pulled away from him.

what the hell?

"hi. sorry i'm late, traffic was terrible trying to get here."

"well i told you we could've picked you up on our way here" he told her.

we.

it was like a lightbulb went off for her and she finally realized that you existed here, before her.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry! i'm mary jane watson" she told you, holding her hand out to shake yours.

mary jane, as in peter's mary jane??

"this is y/n. she's friends with peter and i" harry introduced, you gave him a look at that last part.

was that even true?

"hi" you took her hand and shook it with a smile, glancing over at harry.

you'd be lying if you said you weren't confused, because you were. you told yourself this wasn't a date, it obviously wasn't, but harry had never mentioned anyone else being there. if anything you thought peter would be with you guys, not the girl he liked. what was she even doing here? why hadn't harry mentioned her coming?

this was all so weird. or were you making it weird...?

"come on, we should get upstairs" harry told the two of you.

mary jane nodded and followed his motion to head inside. you hesitated a bit, internally debating if you should've picked being ditched by clover instead of this. harry noticed your hesitation.

"you coming?" he asked as his eyes fell on you, holding out his hand. you gave him a small smile and took his hand as he lead you inside.

the three of you had taken the elevator up to the floor where all of the higher-ups were. harry had greeted quite a few people on your way in, his hand resting on the small of your back now. it was an obvious attempt at a silent apology, a statement that it was you he was interested in, not mary jane.

that still didn't give you an answer as to why she was here though.

harry had left you two to talk, saying that he was going to try and find his father. you could have been mad but, in all honesty, you didn't want to be introduced to his father. doing something like that would mean something and you didn't want that.

not yet, at least.

mary jane was actually pretty nice. she asked you about college and how you knew harry and peter. turns out she's an aspiring actress and she's been doing a few auditions. she said she had recently been rejected. you sympathized with the brutality of that world, mentioning your sister being involved in it.

you could see why peter liked her. there was a small sparkle in her eyes whenever she mentioned peter's name. you don't think she even noticed it herself, but you did. you helped him out every chance you got, mentioning how sweet peter was.

they'd end up together at some point.

before you realized, harry was back at your side.

"i couldn't find my father, i don't know where he's at. i tried calling him but i didn't get an answer" he said, frowning a bit.

"maybe he's just a little late. it's his company, i'm sure he'll be here soon" you offered.

he smiled at you, eyes glancing at your lips before he heard mj.

"look, i see peter!" she smiled, waving down at him.

you looked over the balcony to spot peter with his camera pointing up at you guys and he waved back. from you were he looked like a little ant yet she still managed to pick him out in the crowd.

mj excused herself for a moment, saying she was gonna go use the restroom. you and harry both nodded before she disappeared. you continued to look out at the people from the balcony, feeling harry's eyes on you. you were standing facing one another but he was the only one actually looking.

he had the perfect view of you, one that let him notice little things about you. like the ring of earrings along your earlobe. piercings one after the other up until the top, each hole filled with a gold earring.

"i'm sorry i didn't mention mj coming. it was kind of a last minute thing." he said.

you looked at him.

"are you trying to tell me i really was the first girl you asked?"

"you were the only girl i asked, y/n. mj asked me to come along because she's trying to see if she can talk to someone with connections at broadway. she called to ask me about it last night. i didn't want to tell you because i figured you wouldn't want to come."

he wasn't wrong.

"plus, i figured you meeting her might help pete out. he's been in love with her forever but hasn't made a move" he laughed.

"he doesn't want to make things awkward. it's cute, how in love with her is he is. she's in love with him too, you can tell" you smiled.

"you think so?" he asked.

you nodded.

"you can see it in people's eyes when they love someone or something. they tend to light up, their pupils dilate a little. your eyes will always give you away"

"yeah? and are my eyes giving me away yet?" he asked.

you suddenly realized out close to you he was. his face was just inches from yours as those brown eyes poured into yours. his eyes glanced at your lips again, like he was pleading.

upper hand, y/n.

"oh my gosh. that bathrooms here are so nice!" mj told you guys as she returned.

you created some distance between yourself and harry, leaving room for her between you guys. that was probably for the best because harry's eyes still hadn't left you.

"yeah?" you asked as she stood between you two.

"we should go inside, get drinks" harry said, reaching for you behind mj.

she turned around with a nod, walking on the right side of you as harry tried to subtly pull you closer to him on the left. as the three of you started to head inside you ran into a bald man in a wheelchair.

"oh, hi, mr. fargas" harry said.

"oh, harry" the man replied.

"have you seen my father around?" harry asked, leaning down towards the man.

the man's face faltered, like he was about to give harry bad news.

"well, i'm not sure if he's uh coming today" the told him.

you didn't like the feeling that lingered after he said that.

harry turned to you, grabbing your hand now as he started to go inside but stopped. you were about to protest as harry walked towards the balcony. you were right behind him, your hand still in his. that's when you saw it, something green fly towards you. it flew past you guys.

"what the hell was that?" harry said, his eyes still on the thing.

you watched the thing turn, coming right back towards you guys and slowly started to pull harry back.

"harry" you said, worry in your tone.

the thing was heading right towards you. harry stepped in front of you as he backed up. before anyone could do anything you watched the figure throw something before feeling the balcony start to shake. you heard the explosion before you felt it, various screams following immediately after.

the balcony floor started to crumble and as you tried to stepped back one of the higher-ups pushed past you, making you stumble forward. harry was quick to wrap his arm around you waist and pull you back against him, the both of you falling back onto the floor.

you heard screaming and looked up, seeing mj stuck on a piece of balcony that was slowly breaking off. harry pulled the both of you up onto your feet again, pushing you behind him as the figure circled back towards you guys again. it threw something else and you watched the higher-ups on the balcony disintegrate in front of your eyes. one of them was the bald guy harry has just spoken to.

harry pushed you behind him more and tried to reach out for mary jane but she was too far away. a piece of debris hit him over the head, knocking him out. you tried you best to hold him up but he was too much bigger than you. you sunk to the floor with him in your lap.

"harry?! harry??" you screamed, trying to wake him.

you looked up to see the green figure was rising behind mary jane now. her eyes followed your gaze as she turned to see it too.

"hello, my dear" a man's voice said.

she let out a bloodcurdling scream.

before the green man could do anything you saw a spider-man swing in, knocking the figure off his glider. he fell through a booth on the ground. you watched his glider fly through one of the balloon's, sinking to the floor.

you took the moment to look down and check if harry was still breathing which he thankfully was. your attention turned back to mary jane who was screaming for dear life as the piece of balcony she was on continued to break off of the rest.

spider-man swung towards her but just before he could grab her the figure grabbed him, pushing him into the window above you. the pieces shattered and you covered harry's face with yours.

you could hear the figure repeatedly bashing spider-man's head into the window. after a bit of tussling he fell onto the floor in front of you and reached for mary jane.

"watch out!" she yelled to him.

spider-man was quick to turn around and web the figure's face. he flipped backwards and ripped out a piece of the figure's glider. the figure seemed to stumble, his glider lacking balance as he flew off.

your eyes turned back to mary jane, yelling for her as the piece finally broke off of the balcony and she went over.

"hold on, mary jane!" spider-man yelled before diving after her.

wait. how the hell did he know her name?

you watched him swing away with mary jane in his arms, relief washing over you. you look out onto the crowd to see if you could find peter again but he was no where to be found.

weird. hopefully he ran to safety.

-

eventually, a first responder came to help you and harry. they got him up and the first thing he did was ask for you. they had to give him a little bandage where the debris hit him. he called a car to take you and him back to his apartment, trying to get ahold of his father the whole ride there. when you guys got there peter was already there.

"peter! omg!" you said throwing your arms around him.

harry was now on the phone with mj, making sure she was okay.

"hello to you too" peter smiled as you pulled away.

"i tried looking for you to see if you were okay but i couldn't find you" you told him as your eyes scanned over him for any injuries.

"i'm fine. i ran off the minute i saw that thing fly in" he admitted.

"its a good thing you did" you smiled.

harry appeared back at your side, off the phone with mary jane now.

"she's alright. she's just a little rattled"

"well at least spider-man was there to save her. he's incredible"

harry's face scrunched up.

"incredible? what do you mean he's incredible?" he questioned as he looked at you.

"what do you mean? he saved mary jane" you asked as you looked at him.

"yeah, yeah. come on, say goodnight to peter" he said, gesturing you up the stairs.

"goodnight, y/n" peter called, chuckling as he watched the two of you banter.

"what? harry i'm not staying over!" you argued as he practically pushed you up the stairs.

"yes you are. it's too late for you to walk home alone, especially after what just happened. you're staying the night." he said as he guided you into his room. you turned to him to protest.

"harry, i have to get home and feed my cat" you tried.

"don't you have a roommate? won't she do it?"

possibly. but you'd have to call her and you didn't know if you really wanted to do that.

"call her and let her know you're with me and peter. i'll drop you off first thing in the morning" he said, handing you his phone as he took off his jacket and went into his bathroom.

you sighed and dialed your apartment phone's number.

"hello?" clover answered.

"hey, it's me" you said, sitting on the edge of harry's bed and taking off your heels.

"oh my god. are you alright?!" she questioned.

"i'm alright. are you alright?" you asked.

harry emerged from the bathroom, leaning against the doorway as he watched you.

"yeah, we're alright"

we. as in her and daniel.

"listen, i'm at peter and harry's. they don't want me to go home right now so i'm being forced to stay the night. could you make sure to feed bug and give him water please?" you asked.

"is it peter wanting you to stay or harry?" clover asked. you could already tell you would be interrogated the minute you got home.

"both. can you feed bug?" you asked again.

"yeah of course. i got it. have fun okay? and use protection! love you!"

"love you" you rolled your eyes before hanging up and handing the phone back to harry.

"bug? as in the bug? as in spider-man?" harry smirked.

"that's one reason why, yeah"

he chuckled as he went over to his dresser, opening a drawer. you watched him pull out a t-shirt and a pair of plaid boxers.

"here, if you wanna take a shower. the boxers are brand new and the shirt's clean" he said as he handed them to you. he disappeared from his room momentarily, coming back with a new body wash and lotion in his hand.

"may gave peter some tropical body wash and lotion that he has yet to use" he said before handing those to you too.

you looked up at him as he went into his bathroom again, motioning for you to follow him.

"there's a lock on the door, if that helps. i put out a fresh towel for you, the red one. mine is green. same thing with the toothbrushes. you can use anything you want in here alright?" he said before turning to you.

"thanks" you nodded with a smile.

he nodded before heading out and closing the door behind him. you smiled to yourself at how attentive he was being.

no. no. no. upper hand, y/n. upper hand.

you turned on the shower and got yourself undressed, putting your hair up. you stepped in and let the hot water drench you body. the tropical body wash was actually pretty nice, you mentally reminded yourself to tell peter to ask may where she got it from. you washed off your face, getting off the little makeup you had left.

you wrapped the towel around you as you stepped out of the shower. you stood in front of the sink, opening the mirrored cabinet. you were looking for deodorant but your eyes first landed on the box of condoms, making you roll your eyes. you found the deodorant and used it, closing the cabinet after. the boxers and t-shirt were baggy but you didn't mind. you let down your hair, brushing it out with the little hairbrush harry had. you silently thanked god that your hair was straightened right now or else this brush wouldn't have cut it. you finally brushed your teeth before opening the door and stepping back into harry's room.

he had changed, now wearing plaid pajama pants and a grey tee. he was fixing his bed until he turned around to see you. he felt his heartbeat pick up a little, seeing you in his clothes. did that... turn him on? yep, it definitely did. your nipples poked through his shirt, making it evident that you didn't have on a bra. he thought you wouldn't but he convinced himself to push the thought away and stop being a creep.

he cleared his throat.

"i uh, i made the bed for you. i just washed everything the other day" he said.

for you?

"are you not gonna sleep here?" you questioned.

"well, no. i'll give you your space and sleep downstairs" he said.

"who said i wanted space?"

"well i just assumed-

"harry, this is your bed. i'm not gonna kick you out. we can sleep together, it's fine. or would you rather me sleep with peter?" you asked.

"n-no! i want to sleep with you. wait, that didn't come out right" he said, screwing his eyes shut and making you laugh.

"come on" you smiled as you got into his bed. he shut the light's off and got in next to you. you both laid on your back as you stared up at the ceiling.

silence filled his room for a while.

"you never answered my question earlier" he sad quietly, turning on his side and looking at you.

"about what?" you asked, looking at him too.

"do my eyes give me away?"

oh. that question.

"i don't know yet. you're hard to read" you answered.

that was partially a lie. harry's eyes told you just how bad he wanted you, you just couldn't tell what exactly he wanted from you. you kept telling yourself he just wanted to hook up with you, but there was a glimmer in his eyes that said otherwise. that must've been in your head.

"thanks for staying with me earlier" he said.

"thanks for not dying on me" you smiled.

you guys were close again, his face probably an inch away from yours. his eyes seemed to keep finding their way back to your lips. he lean a bit, trying to feel out if you would let him finally kiss you.

"can i?" he whispered.

this was all getting too serious. he was getting too close. he was getting to be too much but why weren't you moving away? why weren't you stopping him?

you nodded instead.

"words, y/n. i need to know you're sure" he whispered. his hand had found it's way to your face, thumb rubbing against your cheek.

"yes"

he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. it didn't take much longer for his lips to start moving against yours. the hand that was on your face slipped down to your hip, pulling you against him. you opened your mouth a bit more and his tongue took the opportunity to swipe over your bottom lip.

upper hand! upper hand!

you pulled away from him.

"goodnight harry" you turned onto your side, your back pressed against his front.

"goodnight y/n" he said. his eyes lingered on you as you fell asleep.

-

the next morning you were still pressed against harry. his arm now wrapped around your waist, hand splayed out over your stomach, under your his shirt. he was the first one to wake up, glancing over at the clock.

he didn't move, scared to wake you up. he debated on moving his hand once he realized where it was. as much as he liked this, he didn't want you to feel like he was crossing a line. he slowly pulled his hand away but his fingers grazed over the bar of metal poking through your belly button.

fuck, you had it pierced.

jesus christ, he needed to get it together. you were too close to him for him to be getting turned on right now. he pulled his hand away from your body, waking you up in the process which wasn't what he was trying to do.

"morning, princess" he said, quietly. you hummed in response.

"what time is it?" you mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

"almost ten" he answered.

you groaned.

he chuckled at your lack of enthusiasm.

"come on, i promised i'd take you home" he said.

harry had given you sweats and a hoodie to wear home. he dropped you off at what he thought was your apartment but was really a block away.

upper hand, check.

you slowly unlocked the door to your apartment with your keys, it was quiet and clover's door was closed. this either meant she wasn't home or was tangled up with daniel. whatever it was, you weren't gonna risk sticking around to find out. you grabbed bug, headed into your room, leaning against your now closed door.

what the fuck was yesterday...

-

a few days had passed since you last saw harry which was perfectly fine with you. peter hadn't mentioned anything about him, even better. the less you knew or saw of him, the better. he would only distract you and you couldn't afford any distractions right now. as it was, chemistry was kicking your ass. peter had helped you out a few times but it was still a constant struggle for you. which is why you had been sitting at your kitchen island for what felt like forever.

clover had gone out for the night. she wouldn't tell you with who but you knew it was with daniel.

ugh, you couldn't stand him.

which meant she wouldn't be home until late. this was the perfect time for you to study and that's what you had been doing, well trying to do. your notes had been spread out across the surface, your textbook laid open in front of you as you tried to understand.

it seemed like the harder you tried, the more it felt like you were reading a foreign language. you watched as bug walked across the island, sitting himself right in front of you with his tail swaying. whoever made it a requirement for biology majors to take chemistry deserved jail time. actually, they deserved more than that. they deserved a lifetime in he-

you heard the telephone start ringing. you silently thanked god for the distraction as you got up to go grab it.

"hello?" you answered.

"hi y/n"

you smiled, rolling your eyes as you heard your older sister's voice.

"hi chas"

chasity was six years older than you. she went to school for fashion in new york but was quickly recruited for modeling. after a few years in the modeling industry she started styling. anything fashion had chasity's name written all over it. when you and clover moved in she made it her business to make it to new york to help you guys move in and decorate.

"have you been avoiding my calls?" she asked, you could practically hear her smirk through the phone.

"no, why do you say that?"

you usually spoke to chasity at least once a week but you just hadn't had the time. whenever she called you, you were busy and whenever you called her, she was busy. the time difference didn't help either, considering she's been in london the past few months.

"because the last few times i've called, you haven't answered. i had to speak to clover to get the 411 on you"

oh jesus christ.

"there is no 411 on me. i've just been busy with classes. chemistry is kicking my ass"

that wasn't a lie.

"what about your smart friend? what was his name...?" she asked.

"peter. he tries to help me all the time but i feel bad taking it. i don't want him to start to feel like i see him as a tutor more than a friend"

"and what about his friend?"

what the fuck. how did she-

"did clover tell you?" you asked, rolling your eyes and shifting the phone to your other ear as you leaned back against the counter.

"i told you i asked her what was going on with you. i didn't expect to hear that you went on a date. why haven't i heard about this cute boy who's interested in you?"

you could hear she was frowning.

"maybe because it's not true or important chas" you sighed, mentally reminding yourself to yell at clover later.

"what do you mean it's not true?"

"he got me a hot chocolate and tried to walk me home. then he asked me to go unity day with him and almost died. that was it"

not entirely...

"that's basically two dates!" she protested.

"whatever helps you sleep at night" you said sarcastically.

"y/n, i'm serious. this could mean something for you, something that isn't just school and you cat" she said.

"would it do me any good?" you scoffed.

just as chasity had started to rant about you needing to put yourself out there and whatnot, you heard a knock at your door. peter was supposed to be dropping off some notes he had borrowed, he missed the last lecture. you went over to the door and opened it to see harry.

oh great, just what you needed.

harry leaned against the doorway, a smile on his face the minute his eyes met yours.

you stepped aside and motioned for him to come inside quietly while pointing to the phone against your ear. the last thing you needed was chasity to find out the boy she was ranting to you about was in your apartment.

"anyway, this isn't what i called you for" she said.

"so what did you call for chas?" you asked as you settled yourself back against the counter. harry stood beside the island, watching you.

"to tell you that i'll be there in two weeks!" she said excitedly.

"seriously? for how long?" you questioned with a smile.

"a few weeks. i want to be able to spend halloween and thanksgiving with you."

you smiled at the fact that she wanted to spend the holidays with you and the fact that bug was doing his own inspection on harry. he had position himself at harry's feet, looking up at him with his tail slowly swaying.

"great because clover's parents are gonna be in town for thanksgiving too and they've been asking how you were. are you gonna stay here?"

"no, alex has a place. we get in the 28th. i'll let you know the exact time as it gets closer okay?"

alexander was her boyfriend fiancé. they met when chasity was modeling at some show in london. they were friends for a while and he not-so-secretly pined after her until he finally asked her on a date.

"okay chas"

you said your goodbyes and hung up the phone. bug had now made his way over to you, sitting at your feet and eyeing harry from there.

"hi" harry smiled.

"hi harry. how did you find out where i lived?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

his eyes ran over you as he contemplated how he wanted to answer. bug decided this was too boring for him and made his way towards your room. harry cleared his throat and your eyes narrowed as he spoke.

"peter told me"

"peter told you or you asked?" you questioned, cocking your head to the side a bit.

"both. he told me he had to bring you back your notes and i asked to do it for him. didn't know i would find out you had me drop in front of some random building" he said.

harry set your notebook on the counter with the rest of your notebooks, waiting for a reaction out of you. he didn't get much of one.

"its not random, its right around the corner"

"that's not my point y/n and you know it" he said, staring at you.

"guess the cat's out of the bag" you shrugged.

"are you mad at me or something?" he asked.

you shook your head.

"do you want something? water?" you asked him as you opened up the fridge.

harry felt the room get hotter as you turned your back to him.

the boyshorts you had on were cute, sure. they were baby blue with white stripes. there was a white band at the top and three little buttons, making them resemble boxers.

cute wasn't the word harry thought of though. not when they hugged your skin like they were apart of it. and definitely not when the curve of your ass made the stripes curve with it. his imagination was running wild and you had barely spoken to him.

"no, thanks, i'm alright." harry answered.

you turned around, closing the fridge behind you and setting a bottle of water in front of him anyway. your eyes locked on him as you stood in front of him.

"why are you here harry?"

"to give you back your notes" he answered.

"well i got them back. now what?"

this must be new for him. from what you had heard girls were practically throwing themselves at him. most of them did it for the money, but if they weren't, harry was gorgeous enough for them to do it anyways. his ego probably weighed more than his and your body weight put together.

"i wanted to see you" he said.

"you saw me. now what?"

he chuckled and looked away from you for a moment. apparently, you still had the upper hand here.

"what do i have to do here y/n? i feel like i'm missing something." he admitted.

"do you even know what you want, harry? because i don't think you do" you said.

"i want you" he answered.

"no you don't" you rejected.

"i'm pretty sure i do y/n"

"you want to fuck me. there's a difference" you explained.

"i want to do that too but that's not my priority" he said, his eyes glazed over you, landing back on your eyes.

the room seemed to be getting hotter.

"you barely know me, harry" you pointed out.

he stepped closer to you.

"i'm trying to but you're not letting me, y/n"

"i don't have the time for a relationship harry" you said lied.

"you want to keep things casual? because i can do that" he countered.

"i'm not gonna be one of your fuck buddies" you shook you head.

he was invading your space now.

"then don't be. i'm not asking to fuck you" he whispered.

"so you don't want to fuck me?"

"don't try and twist my words, y/n. not when you know i do" he rebuttaled.

all you could do was look at him. there was close to no room between the two of you. he towered over you, those eyes that once resembled honey were now dark and glossy.

"i'm sorry to disappoint" you said, cocking your head to the side with a smirk.

"don't be, we'll get there eventually" he suddenly seemed so confident.

why did he seemed like he had the upper hand now??

"eventually? so you're willing to wait until i feel like i'm ready??" you questioned.

"i'm a patient guy, y/n. especially with things i really want"

his hands had now found their way to your waist, pulling closer against him if that was even possible.

"that's what every guy says and no guy has ever lived up to it" you told him.

wait a minute-

jesus christ, you were a virgin. you said that thinking it would scare him away but it was doing quite the opposite. his pants were suddenly feeling tighter than they were before those words left your mouth.

"i'm not like other guys, am i?" he asked.

"no. you might just be worse"

he was pressing you into the kitchen island now.

when did he get so close? and more importantly, when did you stop caring?

"you've never done it before, have you?" he asked.

you shook you head.

fuck. he shouldn't have asked that. he should've just stayed curious because it wasn't really help his pants situation.

you couldn't deny the pool that was forming in your panties. you wished you could say it wasn't but it was. you wished you could say you didn't want this.

at first, you didn't, but then you did.

"and we're not going to today, at least not that far" you told him.

"how far are you willing to let me go then princess?"

"until i feel like you're getting more than you deserve"

his cock twitched hearing that.

"you're gonna regret this, you know that?" he asked. this had to be just as hard for you as it was for him. it just had to be.

"maybe i already am" you said.

you took one of his hands from your hip. you guided it down, between your legs. making sure to watch his face as you pressed it against the puddle that was forming. even through your shorts, he could feel it. his breath hitched as he pressed two fingers against you.

"damn it, y/n. you can't just do that" he sighed. those pleading eyes were back.

"why? isn't this what you wanted? we can stop, if you want" you whispered.

"if you were anyone else i'd take you right here. right against the counter or on it. whichever one you want" he said, his head pressing against yours.

"i'd like that, but no" you said before pulling away and pushing yourself onto the counter.

he stood between your legs, instinctively chasing how close you once were to him. his hand founds their way to your thighs now as he looked at you.

"so this is the game we're playing then?" he asked.

"why? does that make you wanna quit?" you challenged.

"no, i'm game. do you have rules for this game we're playing?" he asked.

you thought about it for a moment.

"you can't fuck anyone else if you want to fuck me. i don't like sharing, harry"

"yeah i noticed that the other day with mj. done, keep going" he agreed.

"you need to get tested before you even think about doing anything with me. you've been with a lot of girls and as cute as you are, i don't feel like catching anything." you tell him.

if he really wanted, you would get tested too. just to be fair.

"done. anything else princess?"

"you have to actually put in an effort, okay? i'm not just gonna be your fucktoy." you told him.

"you want me to make it official?" he asked you.

wait, huh?

"you okay with becoming my girlfriend, y/n?"

he couldn't mean that.

"harry osborn doesn't do relationships" you pointed out.

"i do now, i do for you. is that alright? will you let me be your boyfriend?" he asked.

you looked at him for a moment. a part of you was waiting for him to take it back but he wasn't backing down.

"you're serious about this?" you asked.

"swear on my father" he nodded.

"you have any rules you want me to follow?" you asked him before answering.

"i don't like sharing either y/n. same thing goes for you" he told you.

you nodded.

"and i'm gonna want you to go out with me"

"you mean when your dad has business events?" you asked.

he nodded.

"galas, charity events, weddings, all of it. i'll buy you whatever you want for them- hell, i'll buy you whatever you want in general but you have to go with me. unless you have school or stuff"

"does that sound fair to you princess?" he asked

you nodded.

"you'll be my girlfriend then?" he asked, wanting an official answer.

"you're gonna regret this, you know that right?"

"i'll take that chance. answer the question y/n"

"i'll be your girlfriend harry" you agreed.

he flashed you his teeth before leaning in to kiss you.

so much for no distractions...

[sencity]

playboy bunny . . ☪︎︎

˚₊ ꒰ nightmare fuel 𝄁︎ playboy bunny consists of: sub!sanji, bi!sanji, male!y/n, bunny suit!sanji, post-timeskip!sanji, m!oral receiving, edging, grinding, mentions of excessive slobber, cum, and blood, slight degradation, smoking (herbal joint), old one shot, praise + implied riding.

˚₊ ꒰ word count 𝄁︎ 3205.

˚₊ ꒰ sen’s statements 𝄁︎ i’ll do everything for this twinkalink. anyways, masterlist anyone?

Exceptional times like this, Y/N gets a little too disinterested in the cook’s beaming smile, obsessive rambling, and sudden pirouetting to examine other locations that are equally as eye-catching and in need of his lecherous gazes.

Sanji’s slight forearm muscles with his gentle biceps he confined in his notorious suit were currently conspicuous due to the suggestive costume he was provoked to try on. The pointed breast cuffs of the scandalous attire embosomed his chest a little too tight. It was almost impossible to believe that the chef was able to maneuver in something he possibly couldn’t even breathe in.

The constriction was also proven with another impulsive glance; his bulge was utterly prominent in the midnight latex body suit, also testing to see how long Y/N could uphold a conversation with him until he finally took the bait and quickly retired to the bedroom. Y/N never in his life wanted to desperately switch locations with the simple black mesh pantyhose stockings that were embracing his supple thighs with infinite delicacy. It was an enticing but shocking experience for him, seeming as if he believed that Sanji wouldn’t be into the whole costume idea.

His accessories brought out the outfit as well — the fuzzy pure white cuffs that clasped onto his wrists, the cute little white ribbons tied into knots on both sides of his hips for decoration, the white collar enclosed around his pretty throat with a black bow tie to top it off, and of course white bunny ears representing the cherry to the cake that will be getting devoured tonight. To check to see if his theory was accurate, which was Sanji’s doing this out of his pure, guileless curiosity and thoughtfulness, Y/N gulped down his salacious ideas for a moment to give Sanji another one of his harmless orders, which was — “Come on, let’s catch up in the bedroom. The kitchen’s kinda cold, not really the best place to do it..”

He stops twirling instantly, surprisingly not dropping not one seed from the homemade smoothie bowl he crafted for Y/N. With the same, thrilled, oblivious cheese, he placed his leg back on the floor before finally handing Y/N the smoothie bowl which he promised himself to eat after so he wouldn’t appear ungrateful or wasteful. As anticipated, Sanji enclosed the space in between them to embrace Y/N’s torso with a satisfied hum after nuzzling his neck, practically applying most of his weight on him causing you to smile a bit and hug him tighter, kissing the top of his head causing his heart to melt into a pile of mush.

“Y/N, my handsome prince not only arrived to accompany me but to gift me some of his heavenly hugs and kisses! What a lovely night indeeeed! You shall have anything you want tonight, mon amour, and I’ll happily oblige!”

“Anything I want, yeah? Meaning anything I desire from you?”

And that’s how those artless events led to here: Sanji owning up to his “anything you want” promise by reposing in between the impish male’s legs, quaffing down the excessive slobber that inundated Y/N’s throbbing dick, also wondering how the hell did these events occur so fast.

Y/N was choosey about how he wanted in their sessions to turn out since his desires were on the line, meaning he was liable for the chef’s lecherous display he was performing for him personally — Sanji trying his toughest to abate his arousal by attrition, shifting and grinding into the covers below him, but alternatively pleasuring his somewhat stressed partner first as he promised. The partner in question, who was entangling his quizzical fingers in Sanji’s auric sheets of hair, bestowed him with sensual praise since he had been doing so well ever since he unbuckled his belt for him.

Since his mouth was stuffed and entertained as his hands occupied Y/N’s soft, thermal thighs. Sanji’s combination of essential herbs enveloped with the thin paper was reposing between Y/N’s lips safe and sound, adding to the venerated expression on his face. By all means, the revering tour de force was exceeding most of his expectations, but he had another idea on how he could adorn the scene. With a little tug at Sanji’s hair, he focused his attention on you and not the dick he withdrew from his mouth with an audible sigh. A string of a slobber and pre–cum mixture stretched from your tawny tip to Sanji’s soaked lips, making your dick twitch a little too hard at the vision.

“Come on Sanji, if you wanna be a bunny at least do it properly…” Your words were lucid yet beyond comprehension; you were stating that Sanji was doing something you disliked but he was unable to pinpoint what it was. The teary disturbance in his gaze was imploring for answers before he could verbally disclose what needed to be changed so he could have a wonderful experience. Y/N, in response, adjusted the headband of Sanji’s rabbit ears since they were lopsided due to their activity. As you took a deep inhale of the joint so the smoke could aid your lungs, dispersing as they inflated, Sanji was determined to keep your high intact. So by rewrapping his lissome fingers around your twitchy dick, your exhale audibly trembled due to your sensitivity, but that didn’t stop the dense gray smoke clouds that whizzed past your lips with ease.

You then took the joint from your lips to guide it over to Sanji’s inundated ones. Understanding the gesture immediately, his lips parted slightly allowing Y/N to place them in between his lips so he could enhance a distinct type of high. Disregarding the sticky substances cascading from the corners of his mouth and down to his jaw, Sanji took a moment to take a quick breather so he wouldn’t have any trouble with inhaling the mixture that not only promoted relaxation but also arousal. His lips latched onto the joint as soft squelches from the gradual strokes declared disclosure. After inhaling enough to reach the limited capacity, he exhaled cordiform clouds from his lips with a satisfied grin growing on his face.

When you removed the joint from his lips, you untangled your fingers from his hair to place your hand on the warmth of Sanji’s cheek. Your tender touch was taking a toll on his addled brain, especially after criticizing his imitations of another species. As you smeared your thumb across his slobbery lips, essentially smudging the fluids around them and cheeks, you then audaciously ordered — “Now arch your back as high as you can and shake your cute little cotton tail…”

Hesitation operated his actions for a hot second. It wasn’t out of the blue when Y/N asked him things along the lines of “arch some more” or simply placing his hand on his lower back to deepen the arch for him, but to add on a little humiliating butt shake was only the beginning of his timidness. Though he did vow to do anything for you to mitigate the stress you were experiencing, not to mention that your cinnamon-hued eyes were imbued with impatience and wonder, so it led him no choice but to so-called “oblige” and comply.

While resting the side of his face on your inner thigh for support, he positioned his knees so that he could hoist his behind up in the air as high as he could, deepening his arch as well as dimples that were prominent as faculae on the sun. The gyration of Y/N’s lucid, lascivious thoughts was immediately provoked when Sanji’s face rubefied once he gave his “cotton tail” a little shake. Even after trying to throw in an amused laugh to shake Sanji up even more, you were restively bucking your hips up a bit indicating that he needs to hurry and continue appropriately. While performing the order he was told, Sanji indeed proceeded to please you by lifting his head from your thigh to enclose his lips around your sensitive tip.

A performance you would rate a perfect 10/10 and would not recommend anyone else to watch but you. You were entranced by the way Sanji pampered your drooling tip with starved kisses as his precise hand movement grazed his dick to the point where those evocative squelches conquered the silence. Besotted with the glimmery effect of his soaked fingers that were caused by the slaver that emptied from the warmth of Sanji’s mouth, cascading down your dick ‘til it reached the beginning.

The depletion of Y/N’s self–possession not only harmed his vain, but also the ability for Sanji to break away his intentional gaze even if it was knowingly impossible for him to do so. Your fingers were captured in the annulets of your own hallowed honey curls after granting Sanji freedom when your hands were trapped in his own hair. You were also exhausting yourself with the constant, deep breaths you were taking as if the oxygen was thin. At this rate, Y/N was unable to decipher how much more of this he could take and seeing you in such a vulnerable position no matter how he was receiving pleasure is one way to drive a lovesick, obsessive man wild.

“Fuck, you’re so cute…giving me a hard time finding some composure…” Defeated breathless laughs in between your airy moans encouraged Sanji’s desire for sexual elation, even his little tail–shaking act wasn’t done at will anymore since he was trying to develop some sort of friction to subside the aching discomfort building up in his dick. Thoughtlessly, considering that Y/N has been derided from his approaching orgasm itself since it was taking entirely too long, he thrusts his hips up causing his dick to slide down Sanji’s throat causing his eyes to widen and audibly gag at the sudden length abusing his mouth. “Gonna reward you so good, yeah? My pretty fucking bunny, always do what he’s told.”

Sanji’s vision was soused with tears of zeal and vehemence as you proceeded to selfishly rupture his throat when you sensed your high approaching soon. Adding on that the scarce extols and approvals from you exacerbated Sanji’s desperation. With each gurgle and pitched gag you strained from the chef, a muffled whimper of discomfort titillated against your dick, also forging accidental moans due to the slight vibration. With the joint-holding hand, Y/N impulsively placed it on top of Sanji’s head before pushing his head down more, needing him to take all of you and leave no trace of cum once you’re done.

“Don’t be silly, bunnies can’t gag, let alone vomit, so take it..all,” Even your subtle wit wasn’t enough to rescue him from this pit of ephemeral exhilaration. Sanji’s eyes slammed shut as he grasped onto your thighs before tears began rolling down his flushed face since it was too much to bear. Quickly, he lifted his head for a gust of air followed by a short string of minor gasps before he perished from suffocation. After gaining a bit of composure, he went back down, disregarding the burning sensation in his throat and nostrils as he took his dick back down his throat where it belonged. Y/N tilted back his head, furrowing his brows as his suggestive breaths converted into stammered praises and slurred moans; a big indicator that he was seconds away from finally reaching his orgasm.

“E–Everything, all of it, mmm. Beautiful bunny…”

Your praises not only faltered more, but your tone reached a crescendo without trying as Sanji sucked clamorously, gently massaging your thigh for comfort and reassurance. Tears pricked your lashes as you shifted a bit more in the sheets below you, placing your hand over your mouth after concluding that they weren’t necessarily the only ones on this silent, seemingly vacant ship. Expectedly, Y/N permitted whines to fly from his mouth in order to catch them with his palm as his thighs began to tremble a bit. Then, his dick twitches violently in Sanji’s mouth, implying and warning that he was cumming but it was too late for Sanji to physically prepare since his orgasm took him by surprise. Once again, Sanji’s head jolted upwards due to accidental suffocation, but this time the nymph’s divine juices cascaded from Sanji’s mouth and back onto his tip, which was still sopping from cum that just would not stop dripping from the entrance.

With a couple of breaths, Y/N looked back at Sanji and he was in the midst of swallowing the excess cum that refused to drop from his sticky lips. You grinned lazily at Sanji, oddly flagitious at him and his half-lidded mocha brown eye. You then grabbed his jaw, puffing his cheeks out due to the mild grip you had on his face, but nothing that would cause severe harm. Enough to keep him attentive and remind him that the both of you are nowhere near done. “Once again, as expected, out of character. Clean up the mess you made before I reward you for your hard work.”

Quickly and efficiently, Sanji’s compliance was returned with a nod before brushing the cum from his lips with the tip of his tongue with a small, weary smile, giving you a couple of collywobbles in his stomach because of the expression. Then, he darted his tongue back out of his mouth to lick the essence clean from your semi-hard dick and lower stomach, sitting back up to carefully straddle your lap, not intending on worsening his forming erection even though it’s a bit too late for that, and cuffing his feathery cheeks to pull you into a frantic, rapturous kiss.

Your touch was brisk, instinctive, and concise in more ways than one. As Sanji’s cum-soaked tongue drifted past the entrance of your fallen lips. Your hands then glided down his waist, provoking ecstatic prickles and joyous horripilation when your nails grazed his completely nude back. Naturally, your nails would get caught in the mesh of Sanji’s stockings, but that was intended since he planned to slice open enough holds to free whatever he was confining up in that material of his.

Not only did you swallow every drop of your own cum, but each and every one of the blithesome, needy whimpers Sanji was liberating so desperately, grinding and shifting on your lap when the achy pain of his dick resided after processing the scenario. Sanji was the first to pull away from the ardent, intimate kiss when loud tears coming from behind him ended up startling, yet exciting him, just a bit. Your nails then traveled across his thighs, purposely creating an incision tough enough to tear some thread, not to create holes. With a puckish smirk, your hands finally reached your desired destination, which was the extremely prominent erection that made out most of the shape of Sanji’s dick due to the constriction.

“Now what to do with a messy bunny like you..” Verbally, Y/N wondered as if numerous ideas didn’t come swarming into his head once he set his eyes on the costume. Sanji could only take much more of this sexual torture; he’s running out of personal persuasions to allow you to take as much time as he needs due to the promise he refuses to break, but hope the Gods above you hurries and discovers some amelioration and fast.

“All you please, h–handsome..” With a breathy suggestion, and a little too much freedom, Sanji glanced down at his own phallus to squeeze his fingers in between the latex in the crotch area to force it to the side, potentially discharging and alleviating most of the strain it had on him after confining it for too long. Instinctively, his eyes gazed down as he restricted any upcoming pained whimpers from brushing the tight fabric against his sore, abused dick. A couple of relieved chuckles erupted from his somewhat sore throat as he lazily gazes back up at you, who was hellbent on the scene below you so Sanji hooked his fingers under your chin, lifted his attention to you ever so gently, and lilts — “Je veux juste te faire plaisir, mon amour..”

Automatically translating, thanks to his teachings from the enthusiastic bunny himself, Y/N muttered an engrossed “ouais ?” at the fascinating comment Sanji made as if he wasn’t genuine from the start. Consenting nods was all you needed for confirmation before focusing all of your attention back on the little problem that Sanji can’t seem to get rid of. A blithering “Cute, but annoying,” was only the beginning of your patience being obliterated. With that in mind, it wasn’t unnatural for you to start scathing the fabric with your nail since it was planning on hindering future events that your mind was set on. Needless to say that no ordinary human could cut through latex with the tip of the nail of their pinky, but Y/N was treating it as if it was some ordinary paper, hence you were careful with the mesh so you wouldn’t cause Sanji to bleed out. Afterwards, he instantly poked a big enough hole to stretch open, finally freeing his constrained dick from the layers.

“There, there, there, touch it please, pl–please..” Sanji chivvied when your fingers barely caressed the veins of it, but you still managed to pressure an impulsive reaction from him. His response chuffed you a bit; how could he ever tell something as adorable and troubled as a bunny in distress? It was almost unlike you to not drive Sanji over to the edge, so you gently encased his hand around his throbbing dick as you stroked him slowly, pressing his thumb against his soppy, reddened tip that was just drooling with clear pre–cum. Almost immediately overwhelmed and flamed with joy, he shifted uncontrollably in his lap, cavorting to the point where it was troublesome to keep up with his sporadic movements. Other than Sanji, Y/N needed Eros to ensure that the cook will be unavailable to make breakfast tomorrow by permitting more of those deafening, inconsiderate, whiny moans to fly from the nebbish chef.

“You even binky like a bunny, you must be so excited…” Haughtily and tauntingly, you giggled against his marked chest, speeding up his hand movements causing tears of delight to overflow in his eyes. It was hard for you to abdicate your degrading persona when Sanji’s reactions were so major each time you pointed out something that was moderately humiliating; it was way too cute to not let go. “Wanna cum so bad, wanna make me feel so good but it’s hurting you so bad…” Persistent mindless nods along with a spate of pretty little “yes’s” amused the playful male, but all of this teasing was, again, toying with his patience a bit so you placed your other hand on his lower back before giving his dick a slight, alerting squeeze causing him to squeal silently, but attentively listen to what you has to say.

“Then how about you try putting your energy into prepping and pleasing instead of begging so you could get to hopping like the prettiest fucking bunny you are.”

© all rights reserved 𝄁︎ sencity. plagiarism will not be tolerated on this blog but addressed and chastised accordingly.

[dixonsgirl93]

Stitches

Gift for @barbwire-batz ’s Birthday! (Thank you for the inspiration to write this!)

Daryl x Masc!reader

Location: Hilltop

Word count: 839

Content Description: Y/N is the doctor of Hilltop. Daryl is a day late from what should have been a simple supply run. Y/N gets anxious until Daryl shows up injured.

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Yesterday, Daryl and some of the others went on a supply run. You had been checking up on old patients, making sure their injuries were healing fine, all the while expecting Daryl back that afternoon. When the afternoon came and went, anxiety set in. You’d starting messing up with your checks of the infirmary until Tara suggested you take a break and tried to reassure you Daryl would be fine and she was sure he’d be back soon.

So you spent the next couple of hours trying to distract yourself. You tried to nap, having not got much sleep the night before, but your brain wouldn’t shut off. You tried reading but just couldn’t focus. You eventually settled on lying on the sofa and staring at the ceiling, worrying yourself sick with all the things that could have gone wrong.

You were on the verge of truly convincing yourself he wasn’t coming back when you heard the distinct sound of the gates opening.

“THEY’RE BACK!” Someone yelled in the distance. In an instant you were on your feet, yanking open the front door and sprinting to the gate. You saw a dark figure at the front of the group, clutching his arm but otherwise seemingly fine.

“DARYL!” You yelled, rushing to him.

“Woah! I’m fine, I’m fine.” He soothed but your eyes and hands were on his arm, he was covered in blood. “Looks worse than it is, trust me.” He tried to reassure you.

“Still, it could need stitches. Come with me.” You grabbed his uninjured arm and pulled him to the infirmary where you unceremoniously forced him to sit on the bed. You turned and rummaged for first aid and other supplies, laying them out on the dish. You were so racked with worry you could hardly look at him. No, you needed to focus. Otherwise you’d throw yourself in his arms and sob and he’d tell you you’re being silly.

“Y/N.” He called, his voice soft. Your heart ached and you stopped what you were doing, your back to him.

“I was so worried.” Your voice broke and you turned to finally look him in the eye. “What happened?”

He shrugged. “Just normal stuff.” Then he lifted his arm. “Snagged it on a tree. I wasn’t bit. I’m fine.” He repeated. But you didn’t believe that.

As you tended to his injury you could feel his eyes burn into your head.

“I’m glad it’s not worse. Otherwise I’d have to keep you in here all day.” You finished him up and, standing very close to him, you looked up into his blue eyes.

“All day, huh?” He smirked.

You wagged a stern finger at him. “Don’t go getting any ideas!”

Daryl smiled and held up his hands in surrender. “Wouldn’t dream of it, bunny.”

“Bunny? That’s a new one.” You blushed at his casual use of a nickname for you.

He shrugged. “The way you ran to me, so fast. But you’re too handsome for an…another nickname. Bunny suits you.” His voice was soft, his eyes never left yours. You blushed again and looked down, absentmindedly caressing his new bandage.

“Well, thanks. I quite like it.” Your eyes reached his and you grinned.

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A few days later the door of the infirmary burst open as you’re making your checks of stock. Daryl is slumped between two men.

“Quick! Get him on the table!” One of the men shout.

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed, panic rising in you at the sight of all the blood. You cleared the way and they got him onto the table and you found the issue easily, a blade sticking out of his side. Your eyes widened and you stared between them all. “What happened?!”

“Accident.” Daryl muttered from the table.

“An accident?! How… How?!” You turned to grab your stuff but still looked over at everyone in the room. “Tell me!”

“Just stitch me up, little Bunny.” Daryl, while full of pain, still managed a teasing tone.

“How though? You weren’t even outside the gate. I don’t understand.” As you talked, you worked on stopping the bleeding and taking out the blade. Your assistant pressed a rag into Daryl’s side.

“Told ya. Accident.” He grunted and winced at the pressure.

“Fine. Don’t tell me.” You muttered.

You finished patching him up and he lay back, eyes fluttering shut, breathing steady. “Pain meds will kick in soon.” You ripped your gloves off and stood over him, tentatively touching his chest.

Daryl lifted a hand and placed it on your cheek. He smiled weakly. “Guess you gotta keep me here a while, huh?”

It clicked then.

“Did you do this on purpose?!”

He didn’t answer.

“That’s so stupid! Why?” You almost yelled.

“Any excuse…to spend more time with my…honey bunny.” He smirked and his whole body relaxed into what was undeniably sleep.

“You’re such an idiot.” You leaned down and planted a kiss on his forehead, gripping his hand in yours. You sat with him then, glad to be with him too.

[chickensoup-4-mysoul]

herculean (drrr x f!reader) - chapter 14

Chapter 14 - Hair Trigger

synopsis: you witness anri acting strange in front of the yellow scarves and begin to piece two and two together. later, you finally take a glance at the folder that izaya 'gifted' to you.

word count: 3,181

warnings: horada being creepy smh, graphic descriptions of murder

"seven, six, five, four, three, two, one everybody got a name, everybody got a number,, seven - rainbow kitten surprise

The walk was silent, save for the sounds of rolling thunder and light footfalls. It had gotten dark now, and the two of you only had streetlamps to use as means of navigation. You eventually stopped at a park, suggesting that Anri use one of the public bathrooms to change out of the rest of her bunny outfit. She agrees, letting go of the hand she had held the entire walk there. As she changes, you keep watch outside, leaning against the side of the building. Your phone chimes with its billionth notification that night, and you're reminded of the forum. It would be best to update everyone, since they were so worried. 

*roku*:  She's safe with me, everyone. No Yellow Scarves in sight.

You smile as several messages of affirmation pop up. It was heartwarming how much these people cared about someone who they didn't even know. Anri finally emerges, holding the bunny uniform in her hands. "We'll have to figure out a way to get that guy his suit back, huh?" you chuckle softly. She's still sullen, as you'd expect, and you're content to be there for her until she started to feel better. Once she's close enough, you lay a hand on her back, rubbing a small, brief circle. "Hey, listen." She finally looks you in the eye, and the pure emotion swimming in them practically breaks your heart. "You're gonna be okay."

While her smile doesn't quite meet her eyes, you're happy to see that she's trying to cheer up.

"Hey! There she is!"

UGH you hate these guys.

You spot Horada clambering around a corner, accompanied by several gang members. It was the most of them you had seen all together in one spot. They stop in their tracks, doubling over in exhaustion from the strenuous chase. You position your body to shield Anri as Horada approaches, bearing a menacing smile. “Don’t even think about it, bitch! You may have gotten lucky last time, but you won’t stand a chance against all of us,” he taunts. However, he still maintains a noticeable distance from you.

You don’t gratify him with a response, only continuing to glare at him and cover Anri. On the inside, though, you trembled at the thought that he was right. There were definitely too many of them to get out of this unscathed. Horada stretches his neck to peer over your shoulder at Anri. “And you, come clean! You’re with the Dollars, aren’tcha!?” Your eyes narrow at the accusation. How stupid could they be to think that? A girl like Anri, involved with the Dollars? After a moment, you realized how long it had been since she had said anything. 

You turn over your shoulder to get a look at the girl. She’s surprisingly still, not trembling or fidgeting. The white light of the streetlamp above you reflects from her glasses, obscuring her eyes. Anri wasn’t even looking at the man, chin tipped downward and gaze aimed at the floor.

“I’m not,” she says finally, steady and unmoved.

“The hell you’re not!! Quit lyin’ and tell us who the hell you think you are!” Horada spits. The group seems to be closing around the two of you more and more with every passing moment. You hastily turn to Anri, mouth fixed to tell her no, don’t say anything, you don’t owe them that—but the words die on your lips at the sight of her. 

“Do you really want to  know the truth? About what I am?”

Horada and his goons laugh at that, continuing to taunt the girl. However, the words fall on deaf ears as your full attention is drawn to her. Something about her was very strange. As disgusting laughter fills the air, you stare into Anri’s eyes, searching for some semblance of understanding. For a moment, even through the flash of the streetlights, you swear that the white glint of her glasses goes red. Out of the corner of your eye, something glimmers silver from beneath her hand. You murmur her name, hoping for some sort of response, but she doesn’t seem to hear even you.

“Well, we did a little something special to those guys you turned against us. We beat the shit out of ‘em!”

In a pinch of a second, it all disappears. Anri gasps and finally turns to look at Horada. The change in position removes the glint from her glasses, revealing her wide, brown eyes. Even then, you couldn’t shake the vision of the red mingling with the brown, quick and fleeting like the eye of a stove. What was Horada talking about to horrify her so? How exactly had she turned anyone against them? As you finally address the gang again, you realize with panic that they’ve effectively closed the two of you in. Anri seems to have come to her senses now, staring fearfully at the guys surrounding the two of you.

“That being said, it just wouldn’t be fair for you to walk away without a scratch,” Horada drawls. He's closed the distance, probably bolstered by the presence of his goons. He’s still staring at Anri, but when you follow his line of sight, you’re disgusted to see that his eyes were trained on her breasts. A trail of blood trickles from his nose. Grimacing in disgust, you press a hand to his chest, shoving him as far away from you as he can. He grunts, stumbling backward and falling flat on his butt after losing his footing. “Get away from my friend, you creep—I won’t let you put a hand on her!” you snarl, voice riddled with an unexpected amount of venom.

Horada sits there for a moment, the wind having been effectively knocked out of him. After regaining his senses, he growls, face going red with rage. “You bitch! You’ll regret that!” He pulls himself back onto his feet, and you notice that he’s struggling a little bit. None of the other men move, only staring at their leader. Upon noticing their eyes on him, he sputters in embarrassment. “Why the hell are you just standing there!? Get them!”

You and Anri can only stand where you are, cornered on all sides by yellow-clad punks. They eye you with malicious intent, brandishing their weapons. Your resolve to save face begins to break, replaced by a growing panic as you watch them slowly advance. For a moment, you can only focus on the vigorous ringing in your ears, drowning out the nasty laughter and snide remarks. However, as you listen closer, you notice a ringing outside of the noises in your head. Just as your eyes begin to reach beyond the crowd, searching for a source to the noise, a familiar voice joins the fray. More specifically, a familiar yelling voice.

“Shut the hell up. Stop freakin’ beeping at me, I can’t read all this crap! School girls, bunny suits—the hell am I supposed to do about it!?”

The crowd surrounding separates like the gates of heaven, revealing the holiest angel—an angel that was currently swearing at his own phone. The thugs stared at him in shock, while you could only grin foolishly at the man. He stops abruptly, head slowly turning to see the gang members standing not too far from him. You can practically see the gears turning in his head as his eyes shift from the Yellow Scarves, to Horada, to Anri, and to you. From the fire of rage that instantly ignited in his eyes, it looked like you and Anri were off the hook. 

He approaches the ring leader, him and all of his goons being too terrified to move a muscle. You seize the opportunity, backing out of the trapped position in the middle of the cluster and guiding Anri to follow you. Before you can even turn back to look at Shizuo, Horada is already flying, rising higher and higher into the air before finally falling back down again. Over the sound of his screaming, you hear other voices joining him, most likely facing the same fate.

The area clears in mere moments as the rest of the thugs scuttle away, leaving you with Shizuo and Anri. He finally turns back to the two of you, not a bit unsettled by the encounter. You could almost laugh, but you’re a bit to exhausted, settling with smiling at him instead. “Th...thank you for saving us...again…” Anri says, bowing to the man. This wasn’t the first time he had come to your aid, was it? Looks like you owe this guy a lot. Shizuo only stares at the girl indifferently, long enough for you to get a little concerned.

“...Who are you again…?” You gasp dramatically at the question, swatting at Shizuo in offense on Anri’s behalf.

“Shizuo, just because you saved her doesn’t mean you can be rude!!” He’s expectedly unfazed. If you didn’t know any better, you could swear that there was amusement swimming in his eyes. “This is Anri, my friend . You saved her from a crazed news reporter with a knife.”

“Right, sorry.” He nods simply and you already know that he’s going to forget again. You feel a sudden presence beside you and yelp. In the darkness, you hadn’t noticed Celty approaching you. You’re the only one taken off-guard, as Shizuo only addresses the woman, declaring that he was turning his phone off. She stood there silently for a moment, typing nothing.  Finally, shadows waft past you, surrounding Anri’s head. The shadows cleared, revealing the girl’s head encased in a helmet, similar to the one she had put on you before. 

“I’ll drive her home, I’m sure she’s been through a lot. Thanks for looking out for her.” 

She shows the message to you and Shizuo. You quickly grab Anri’s hand, giving it a quick squeeze. She finally looks up at you for the first time since the Yellow Scarves showed up. You can’t tell if she’s smiling back at you or not. Through the sleek, dark helmet, you could only see her eyes. You found yourself peering deeply into them, hoping that the reddish tints in her pupils were just your imagination. 

Her hand slips out of yours as she walks away with Celty, most likely to mount her bike. You watch their disappearing forms until they’re clearly out of sight.  “That why you ran off like that?” Shizuo speaks up from behind you. He seemed so tranquil now, even after the rampage he had just gone on. Although, he didn’t meet your gaze, eyes fixed on something else away from you. Your eyes scan his face and beneath the tranquility of his features, you see insecurity. Had he been hurt when you left so quickly?

Pushing down the rising feeling of guilt in your chest, you muster a mischievous smile. “Well...can’t confirm or deny that the information got to me, somehow,” you tease, winking. He huffs, mouth twitching into a lax smile. 

After you and Anri had been cornered by the Yellow Scarves, someone spotted you and messaged the Dollars forum. The celebration incited by your previous message was cut short, as now everyone was on a mission to save a big-breasted school girl with glasses and a flamboyantly dressed foreign woman. You couldn't tell what was funnier, the way that they described you or how the numerous texts from Erika indicated that the description was pretty accurate. The first chance you got, you made a point to text her that you were okay.

Shizuo, being the gentleman that he was, decides to walk you home. Mere minutes into your walk, the moisture in the air overflows and your nose is met with small droplets of water. The two of you were umbrella-less, but neither of you seemed to mind. You pass a cement walking structure and something catches your attention from the corner of your eye. A figure stands at the very center of it, standing completely still. As the rainfall is growing heavier, it’s hard to make out who it is. You crane your neck as you and Shizuo begin to pass the person. From a different angle, you finally catch who the person is.

Mikado always seemed to shrink when you stood face to face with him--as if he was constantly trying to eschew all sorts of attention from himself. However, in this moment, when he stood so high above you, staring down at you, he looked so unbelievably powerful . You could make out nothing but his form, and the downward tip of his head towards you--his facial expression remained a mystery. Not wanting to make Shizuo stop, you quickly smile in greeting, waving at the boy before you finally have to look forward again.

You wondered what he was doing out so late, and if he had caught wind of the commotion surrounding his close friend. An ordinary boy like Mikado, sincere, but admittedly very average… could he be a part of the Dollars? You chuckle to yourself and shake your head, continuing to carry the conversation between you and Shizuo. 

You don’t see why not.

...

The feeling of the quilted comforter against your face is very welcome. Immediately falling face-first onto the bed, it takes everything in you not to fall asleep then and there, fully-clothed. Sighing, you extract yourself from the blankets and sit up, kicking off your shoes and going to change into some pajamas. After a very hasty change, you plop back onto your safe haven. However, you yelp as you realize you’ve landed on something. You pull the offending object out from under you. The manila folder rests in your hand, now slightly crumpled. In your sluggish state, your inhibitions are slow to hinder your impulses.

You remove the paper clip holding it closed and open it for the first time. It seemed so easy in this moment, as if you hadn’t been scared to even touch the thing for the past few days. It's much more underwhelming an experience than you had anticipated. The first few pages are all words, and you immediately notice the dark lines where certain sentences have been crossed out. It’s not so obstructive that you can’t understand each passage, but it’s fairly obvious that some of the information was being purposely hidden.

January 25th, 2015, at 11:34 PM, Andrew and Halley Clarence came home from an outing to the body of their 17 year old daughter, Leanne Clarence, as well as the bodies of 17 year old Renee Hall and 18 year old Katherine Harker. The estimated time of death for all three victims are believed to be relatively close together, around 8 to 9 PM. Katherine Harker was found in the kitchen with 2 stab wounds, one to her left side and the other, the likely cause of death, to the right side of her neck. The murder weapon was not found, but it is believed to be a kitchen knife that was missing from the crime scene. Renee Hall was found by the pool, at the bottom of the stairs leading to the covered deck. The cause of death is confirmed to be strangulation. The markings on the victim’s neck were matched with the hose attached to the wall closest to the body. Leanne Clarence was found in the pool. Cause of death was confirmed to be drowning. The autopsy also revealed                                    .                  confirmation regarding the sequence of the victims’ murders,                                           drowned Clarence in the pool                 stabbed Harker to death in the kitchen           strangling Hall next to the pool. 

Your heart aches at the morbid descriptions. It was astounding to you how someone could bring such a cruel end to the young girls. You found yourself thankful that some of it was blacked out, assuming the censored portions to be too graphic for just anyone to be exposed to. Most of the pages were less traumatizing, going over court procedures and speculations on possible culprits. 

The family’s housekeeper, who came in weekly to maintain the household. An elderly neighbor of the family who had recently been admitted into a psychiatric hospital. A relative of Renee Hall, who had been cut out of the family due to drug use and deviant behavior. However, much of this section of the files was spent speculating about an undiscovered serial killer.

The Baseball Card Killer is believed to be responsible for the deaths of countless women, ranging in the ages of 18 to 27. The nickname ‘Baseball Card’ references the culprit’s tendency to keep a ‘trophy’ from each victim, collecting them like baseball cards. Victim’s have been found missing items such as wedding rings, clothing items, and, most notably, locks of hair. This would explain                                         .

From the looks of it, all clues were pointing to this ‘Baseball Card Killer’. The only thing stopping the case from being closed was his discovery. This killer had been active for years, but they still had yet to even locate him.

There’s a break in the paper work and that’s when you come across the first photo. It’s another sheet of printer paper with nothing but three pictures are printed onto it. Each picture has a girl in it, depicting them from the shoulders up--yearbook photos. They’re all beautiful girls, only a little younger than you. 

The first girl--Renee--has a round, freckled face and wide, dark eyes. Even printed in black and white, the light streaks in her short, dark hair are prominent. You wonder what color they were. The second girl--Katherine--is slim-faced, smiling brightly to reveal a set of braces. Her hair is lighter than the other girl’s, but not quite blonde. The third picture resides in the middle of the two, occupying its own row. Leanne’s heart-shaped face is framed by long, flowing hair. It cascaded down her shoulders, long enough that the ends are visible in the frame. Her bangs curl over her eyebrows, barely avoiding covering her eyes. It's extremely light colored, showing up as near white in the grayscale color scheme.

There’s a tremor in the paper, building to such an intensity that you can’t focus on the picture anymore. It takes you a moment to find the source of the shaking to be your own hands, stiff and veined from the tension of gripping the paper. A tear starts to form at the top, ripping lower and lower and lower…

The paper begins to part just above the blonde girl’s head before your grip loosens. The paper, nearly ripped in half, flutters to your feet. Your tired eyes flicker to the clock beside your bed and widen at how much later it’s gotten. A yawn tumbles it’s way out of your mouth.

Without much of a second thought, you lean over and turn out the lamp on your nightstand. Eager to finally get some rest, you turn on your side and quickly wade your way into a much-needed sleep. The manila folder sits on your night stand, still open to one of the case analysis pages. 

Forgotten on the floor, the torn sheet of paper flutters under the cool air blowing through the apartment.

[lelestarmy]

Fallen Flower Chapter 6

Pairing: Jeongin x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: None

{Word Count: 940}

Taglist: @turtledove824 , @jeonginplsholdmyhand , @theodorenottgf

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After you had finished your breakfast, y'all went to the lobby to meet up with the teachers to get into your groups of two for going out. You got paired up with Jeongin for the rest of the week, you all will be at the beach. When you walked down the corridor of the hotel to your room you grabbed a beach towel, one of your gray jackets, and your two-piece bathing suit with the top being like a tank top with netting mesh under the bust and bottoms before putting them in your beach bag, before heading out of your room where Jeongin was waiting.

Once you left your hotel room, you texted the Three Besties GC to let Han and Felix know where you were going with Jeongin since you didn't want them to worry about where you were like they did this morning while you were with Hyunjin getting breakfast. You and Jeongin walked the short stroll to the beach from the hotel.

Jeongin picked a spot that wasn't too crowded before putting our beach towels and things down with you before you headed to the restroom to change into your bathing suit in one of the changing stalls. Once you are finished putting your two piece bathing suit on, you glance at the mirror in the changing stall with your bunny ears down timidly to make sure everything is on correctly and in the right place before grabbing your gray jacket and putting it on over your bathing suit but you didn't zip it up.

As you head out of the restroom towards where you and Jeongin’s is on the beach, you start to overthink a little bit as people stare at you. When you finally got to the spot you noticed that Jeongin had also changed into his swimwear that was a white shirt and swimming truck. You timidly sat next to Jeongin, looking out at the waves as the crashed into shore not noticing Jeongin staring lovingly and admiring you with his desert fox ears and tail twitching for the last few minutes before he nervously suggests going into the water after you both had put your sunscreen on.

You took off your jacket before you tread towards the ocean timidly with Jeongin accompanying you. When you were partially immersed into the water, while still close to the shore you felt water splash onto your back hitting you ear, you let out a high pitched squeal before you quickly turned around only to see Jeongin with a little smile on his face and his tail flickering excitedly causing the water to ripple around you.

After the next few hours of just splashing and playing in the water, you both head back to the shore, you shiver slightly when the cold breeze hits your wet skin. Jeongin stayed close enough to you where you could feel his body heat, without touching you. When you got back to your spot, you had put your jacket back on to try and block out the cool breeze blowing by.

As you grabbed your water bottle out of your you could feel someone staring, you turned to see Jeongin looking at you before he quickly looked away with his ears down and a light pink tint to his cheeks while you let out a little chuckle. After a while of you reading and not noticing the desert fox hybrid staring at you for the past 30 minutes, you put your bookmark into your book before glancing up at Jeongin and blushing a little when you finally noticed him already staring at you, you softly asked “Do you want to go to the ice cream shack that we pasted when we were heading here?,” as you glance up at him.

“Yea, sure,” Jeongin nodded as y'all dust your feet off of sand and put your shoes on,and head to the ice cream shack down the road from the beach with Jeongin closely behind you. When you got to the ice cream shack, Jeongin placed his order and your order of strawberry and mint chocolate chip ice cream, while you waited at one of the tables. After your ice cream was done being made Jeongin handed it to you but just as y'all were leaving you paled and froze when you looked out the window to see the group of people that used to bully you at your old college heading toward the ice cream shack.

You only snapped out of the little trans when Jeongin called out your name, making you jump slightly causing your bunny ears to droop down. You move to the other side of Jeongin as y'all headed out, hoping they didn't notice you. Just as y'all were almost completely out the door you hear someone shout “Y/n?,” making you tense up and causing Jeongin’s ears to go back against his head as you both turned towards the voice, only to see Layla one of the girls of the group in a T-shirt and short jean shorts, scoff lightly when she sees your swimsuit making you feel like you want to cover up completely and not be there before she turned her gaze to Jeongin looking him up and down, check him out since y'all were still a bit wet and him wearing a white shirt didn't help. When you saw her checking Jeongin out it made you feel a bit angry, and when you glanced up at Jeongin he had stepped closer to you slightly behind you as he looked at Layla and the rest of her group with disgust.

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(A/n: Let me know if I missed anything. And thank you @turtledove824 for helping me with some things in this chapter. I also got a little carried away writing this chapter😅.)

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[sleepyrainart]

Truth or Dare, gone wrong.

Summary: Toge (a little shit) gives innocent fem reader a dare. Megumi is unamused.

Rating: 18+, Lemon.

Pairing: Megumi x Reader.

Word count: 1,666.

Other: Established relationship, characters are aged up, bunny is used as a term of endearment, good girl is used once, Megumi is a meanie. Enjoy.

A crappy B-horror was playing on the wide screen. Itadori, the only one paying attention to it. The others enjoying their own hobbies. A lazy evening. No missions, no threats, no danger. A nice change of pace, a boring Tuesday.

“Ugh, I'm so bored,” Nobara pouts. Looking away from her phone. “Entertain me,” she says, poking Itadori's face. He just ignores her, so caught up in the movie. Even when she pokes him harder and harder. Giving up and turning her gaze to Maki. Who's crunching on chips. Nobara sighs, trying another person. Orange eyes flicking towards you. A sharp smirk growing on her face.

Dread welling in your chest as you see her forming those sinister words. Trying to think fast, you speak without actuallly thinking. "Truth or dare, we should play truth or dare." An ominous silence fills the room. All eyes on you. Gulping, you try to fix your mistake. "Or… Or something else." You suggest in a rush.

“No, no, we should play truth or dare.” Yuji interjects and Nobara nods enthusiastically.

“I'll go first. ” Nobara announces, “Yuji truth or dare. ”

Tilting his head to the side as he thinks. Her dares range from harmless to blackmail territory, depending on a dime. “Dare,” he winces. She cackles all the way to the kitchen. Cackling still audible even over the banging cupboards.

Returning minutes later with a full glass. Disgusting green liquid sloshing as she sashays back. You could smell the concoction from where you sat. The scent like spicy garbage juice and sickly sweet vomit. Making you want to gag. Yuji's face wrinkling in disgust. He pales as she hands him the glass, “Drink it all. ” She says, grinning with too many teeth.

Yuji blocks his nose before he downs the glass in one go. Everyone watching in disgust. Coughing after he swallows the vile drink. Before wiping his mouth on his sleeve. “Delicious,” he says, even though his eyes are watering. "My turn, Panda, truth or dare."

“Dare.”

“Cuddles.” Is Yuji's immediate response. Panda does give the best hugs. He's so plush.

“Truth or dare Toge. ” Panda asks.

“Salmon.”

“What's the most embarrassing thing that has happened to you on a mission,” Panda asks.

Toge takes a few seconds before speaking. “Tuna…. tuna mayo…. mustard leaf….caviar. ”Telling his story with cartoonish gestures. Keeping you entertained as you get the gist of his story. At least, you think you do. After his story, he looks around, eyes locking on you. Gesturing you over. You nervously approach as he whispers to Yuji. “ You sure? ” Yuji asks. Toge grinning and nodding. Confusing you and as you start to sweat. A little nervous. Yuji whispers a dare into your ear. Even though they didn't ask you truth or dare. You still go along with it.

“Umm, what does that mean?” You ask, looking between the two.

“Spicy cod roe.”Toge says, giving you a thumbs up. Itadori following suit. A giant smile on his face. Their encouragement, soothing your nerves.

Marching over to your boyfriend. Who was nearby reading and not at all paying attention to the game. “Gumi, can I dom you?” You ask, head tilting to the side.

The group goes wild. Looking over your shoulder. Nobara is clutching her stomach as she laughs. Maki is smirking viciously, eyes alight with glee. Panda is hiding his face in his paws, ears bright red. Toge and Itadori giggling. You frown. Why are they so amused?

Looking back to your boyfriend. Who has closed his book and was uncrossing his long legs. You think you see a tint of pink on his pale cheeks as he stands. Glaring at the group behind you. While you stare awkwardly up at him.

Sighing, he takes your wrist before leading you out of the living room and down the hall. The silence encompassing. You pout, wondering what had set off this course of events.

Pulling you gently into his room. Before reaching over you, to shut and lock the door. Pushing you against the cold wood. “Gumi,” you whisper as he's leaning closer. Your chests touching, his breath caressing your lips. Putting his hands in his pockets. You lean up and try to kiss him because he's taking too long. He pulls back slightly, and you get on your tippy toes, making up the height. Chests now firmly pressing together. Your hand gripping his upper arms for stability. He rises to his full height. Out of your reach. Pouting, your hands trailing up his shoulders and neck. Tangling in his soft locks, trying to pull him down. He wouldn't budge, “Gumi.” You whine, trying again. He's still not budging.

“What's the matter, bunny.” He asks, staring down at you through his pretty lashes.

“Kiss me,” he just gives you a melodic hum. “Please.” You pout. One of his big hands escapes his pocket. Trailing up your neck, resting there for a moment before his thumb is brushing your bottom lip. You kiss the calloused tip before sucking on the digit. Humming in approval and pushing his thumb further into your mouth. You continue sucking, seeking his approval. His thumb pressing your tongue down, saliva pooling. Before leaking out of the seam of your mouth, trailing down your chin. Your eyes begging him.

“Good girl.” He says, popping his thumb from your mouth. A thread of saliva still connecting you. You whine, tugging at his hair. Needy and wanting more. “Now, bunny, behave.” You groan but stop tugging at him. Looking up at him with desire. He tugs at your jacket. Unbuttoning it before you're shimming out of the confining material. All but ripping it from your arms. Dropping it to the floor. He's tugging on your top. So you unbutton it. “Slowly.” He whispers, watching as more and more of you was exposed to his hungry eyes.

He stares at your half naked form. Making you blush and look away. His long fingers slide under the strap of your bra, knuckles trailing against your soft skin. He tugs at the strap and you unhook your bra. It falls from your arms, exposing your upper body to him. Your nipples pebbling in the cold air. His eyes remain on yours. While his fingertips brush down your arms. Taking a hold of your hands. Your saliva smearing against one of your hands. He curls your hands around the hem of your skirt. Lifting the material slowly, higher and higher. Uncovering more of your thighs. Until it's all the way up. Revealing your cotton white panties. “Stay still, bunny.” He says. His heavy gaze wandering over you. Goosebumps raising on your skin under his smouldering gaze.

His long fingers curl around your chin, tilting your head to the side. Exposing the column of your neck. His hot breath caressing your sensitive skin. Clutching your skirt harder, anticipation making your heart pound faster. He places the faintest kiss on your shoulder. Fingertips trailing over your stomach. You squirm at the ticklish sensation. “Be still,” he growls as he cups your pussy.

“Sorry Gumi,” your whimper turning into a whine as he nips at your neck. His index finger rubbing against the wet patch on your panties. The contradiction between his harsh mouth and soft hand has you trembling. Panties growing wetter. He sucks random hickeys on your skin. Nipping occasionally to leave red marks. His finger finds your clothed clit, trailing over the bud lightly. You moan as he applies more pressure before stopping. Making a disappointed noise. His hand returns to cupping your hot pussy. While he moves away from your throat. Turning your head forward. You look up at him with watery doe eyes. He leers down at you.

Moving your head to the other side. Leaning close again. He licks a long stripe up your neck. Before latching to the sensitive skin below your ear. His index finger gliding across your pussy. Lightly trailing over your opening before circling your clit. His skilled fingers making your core tremble. Pleasure mounting as his fingers speed up. Your hips rutting into his hand. Trying to push yourself over the edge. His fast pace slows until it stops. “Gumi.” You wail, tears welling in your eyes. He hums against you. Gently kissing the hickey he's left there. “Gumi, please.” You whine, tears flowing down your flushed cheeks. Desperate. Your hips moving against his uncooperative hand.

He sloppily mouths at your shoulder. Hand still against your aching pussy. “Gumi… Gumi…Gumi.” You're pleading, unable to get the friction you want. He takes pity on you. Sighing against your tender flesh. His fingers swirling around your throbbing clit. Pleasure fills you, leaving you breathless, knees shaking. The coil snaps as you moan. He works you through.

Lazily toying with your clit, slowing before stopping. From the side of your watery eye, you see him watching you. A panting mess. Your soaked panties sticking uncomfortable to you. Squirming at the feeling. “Look at you, creaming in your panties so soon.” He grins, moving your face forward. He makes you look him in the eyes. His pupils blown wide, an unkind glint in the dark depths. The hand on your panties starts moving again. Fingers trailing across your slit. Pressing firmer whenever he got to your clit. You moan each time he rubs against your sensitive bud. His fingers pushing against the damp material, finding your opening. “Are you gonna cum, again?” He asks condescendingly as he plays with your shaking body. Tears trailing down your cheeks as you reach your peak again so soon after the first. He kisses the salt away. Before whispering against your cheek. “Bunny, do you still want to dom me?” You try to shake your head, but his grip is too firm.

He slaps your thigh. The stinging pain making you quake. “Use your words, bunny.”

“No.” You whimper, sniffling and teary mess.

“Good, because we're just getting started.” He says, kissing your lips lightly.

Thanks for reading.

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[annabell505]

The Monster : Jeffrey Dahmer

Part 2

jeffrey dahmer could walk up to his father and honestly confess his sexual orientation.

"Dad, I've always liked men" but that period of history did not suggest tolerance and acceptance, society was only striving for it, moving towards a peaceful existence in small steps.

Jeff's father was homophobic, he, like many people of the time, didn't take gay people seriously, he thought it was something nasty and wrong.

"You will always be dear to me, I will always love you, to me you have always been the best son!" - Maybe those very words would have saved the lives of innocent people, maybe Jeffrey could have counted on a better life, a free life. Not drinking it away every day, not poisoning his hated shell with alcohol.

Without realizing it, Jeff Dahmer absorbed hatred, absorbed every bad word, and by the time he reached a conscious age, he began to think he was sick.

No, it's my heart's way of saying "No!" I fight every time to reach out to people and give them love. No, you weren't sick, you were born that way. You were born special, the way God made you. No, you're not sick if you're gay, you're entitled to love like every other person on the planet.

Hate played a significant role in Dahmer's life, a huge one! 

Hate for skin color, for religion, for sexual orientation, it's all destructive. 

Everyone suffers from this destruction in one way or another.

People have created music, art of all kinds, created fashion shows, so what's stopping us from creating a world where everyone is at peace. 

The psychology of childhood is simple to the point of spitting, in that all children need a parent and their approval.A child may be made fun of at school, but the most important thing is that he or she knows what he or she is worth, what he or she deserves.

Did Jeffrey Dahmer know that?

No way! Shit! 

All he had was a mom who just cried and left him alone. No, I'm a terribly apathetic and sad person myself, but she made the decision to raise a child, and that's different.

Instead of love, the boy got nothing but kicks:

—What? -A Batman costume? No, they're already making fun of you! Pick something better!

Joyce looks at the bunny costume and decides it's better for her son.

I don't care what Jeffrey wants, yeah, because his opinion doesn't mean anything! It's just a kid! 

Joyce sees the bunny costume and asks Jeff to try it on. 

It doesn't seem to fit too badly, and it clearly suits the boy's appearance.

—Let's get him! - Joyce says menacingly and pays the check.

In fact, the suit was small: Jeffrey couldn't move in it, his arms and legs were uncomfortably tight.

In kindergarten, all the kids wore superhero costumes, bright blue capes! A banner on their chests, yellow gloves! Masks! 

One Jeffrey distinguished himself again, and of course was again the cause of ridicule.

Here are the children already surrounding him, laughing at him, someone pulling his tail and ears, while the moms stand aside.

—Why a hare? Didn't the store have something better? -One mom asks Joyce.

—Oh, it's what Jeff wanted, it's what the child wants! -The woman excuses herself and nervously asks Joyce. -The woman excuses herself and laughs nervously into her palm. 

She's lying, because all she has in her head right now is shame, she chose a stupid costume, but she'll never admit it. No.

—God, throw that nonsense away! Throw it away! Take it off and throw it away!

When Joyce and Jeff get home, she immediately goes off on him:

—"What a shame!" the woman yells, pacing the kitchen.

The little boy gets his dose of negativity for the evening for something he didn't do.

Probably, as his parents tell him, he's ruining everything.

You're ruining everything! As usual!

Sometimes I think Jeffrey's life couldn't have turned out any other way.

And it really scares me, because even my life has been filled with horror and scolding.

I saw things that children aren't allowed to see, and I grew up depressed and battered.

And God, I want so badly for attitudes about motherhood to change. 

[kabukibun]

How would the other two feel abt the surprise kabukimono got? I think kabuki would tell them abt it, not to brag but just to fill them in bc he feels like they should know what mommy had initially planned with the bunny suit...like a dutiful innocent younger brother usually does 😂 I'd feel like Scara would be the most jelly wkwkwk

((& here are some lovely flowers 💐💐💐 for our lovely mika! Hope you had a great day! Take care & drink lots of water! 💕💕💕))

jealous jealous jealous !!

scara insists he gets the same surprise cuz it’s not fair only kabukimono got to have you!! how was he supposed to know you’d do something like that? almost immediately, he runs off to find you. it doesn’t matter what mommy is doing, he’s going to get what he wants. and honestly, scara is lowkey keeping count of how often mommy has sex with each of them and he will not be outdone!

wanderer is silently fuming. he won’t make a big deal about it when he finds out, but he’ll have his revenge. he’ll do some subtle seduction to entice you, but always pull away when you’re about to suggest going for a round. wanderer makes sure his mommy is so desperate for him that she’ll never dupe him out of the chance to have her

[autisticsupervillain]

It's Fictional Throwdown Friday!

This Week's Fighters...

Phoenix Wright vs Freddy Fazbear

Conditions:

Canon Phoenix vs FNAF 1 Freddy

Scenario:

Phoenix Wright begins investigating the disappearances around Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Fearing a lawsuit, Fazbear Entertainment drops Freddy Fazbear off at his house to kill him.

Analysis: Freddy Fazbear

There's just something inherently creepy about animatronics, isn't there? The robust movements, the soulless glassy eyes, the same damn songs they sing over and over. It always feels like they're planning something. Take a night shift at Freddy's and you'll learn exactly what.

Young Gabriel was an innocent young child, eagerly visiting Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria during the 1980s. He, as well as several of his friends, was approached by an animatronic none of them had seen before, a golden bunny mascot from an era too long ago for most of them to remember. The man inside the suit lured the children away to the back rooms and killed them, stuffing their bodies into the animatronic suits to hide his crime.

William Afton was the man behind this slaughter. William was a mad scientist out to study the effects of Remnant, the material that souls are made of, in order to use it to obtain immortality. To this end, he used the pizzeria he and his business partner, Casey Emily, founded as a hunting ground, trying to see if he could hypothetically trap his soul inside of an animatronic body. The slaughter was a complete success and young Gabriel soon reawoke inside the body of his idol, Freddy Fazbear.

Freddy is far more capable that his status as a decades old animatronic might suggest. For starters, he's easily far stronger than any normal human being, capable of easily crushing skulls, either between his teeth or by stuffing people into animatronic suits. Such a feat of strength would require 500 kilograms of force, or 4903 joules.

Source: https://archive.ph/6baPW

Not to mention the inhuman abilities granted to him by his undead status. Remnant has been shown to be capable of passively causing illusions and hallucinations in any human who interacts with it. This is what explains the various illusions and hallucinations seen all throughout the several game installments, though I will admit that this is only confirmed in the books and only really implied in the games. However, the books opporate on the standard of "canon to the games until proven otherwise", so I'll count it. Especially as other characters, such as Springtrap, are shown to explicitly be capable of causing illusions in the form of Phantoms. Though, I won't be granting Freddy invisibility, or any other powers he has in Special Delivery, as those models are seperate characters to Freddy himself.

What's more, he's a lot more clever than any undead child has any right to be. He has a methodology to eliminating night guards, you see. He'll spend the first three nights carefully studying them, never stepping off stage as Bonnie and Chica go on the offensive. Then, once he has the nightguard figured out, he works specifically to counter them. He hides in the shadows more effectively than his compatriots do and never leaves the guard's door once he gets there, angling to make them run out of power. Freddy can move from one side of the Pizzeria to the other in an instant, with only his taunting laugh signifying he's around at all. His clever tactics have been the end of many an unfortunate night guard.

Though that does lead into Freddy's biggest problem. Even with a criminal database installed directly into him, Freddy simply can't recognize an adult as anything other than the man who killed him. Though night guards may be his usual prey, Freddy and co have even been known to attack people during the day, hense the ever mysterious Bite of 87. Freddy may be a murderous robot, but he's still Gabriel. He's a confused, scared, traumatized child. And that certainly isn't helped by remnant's main weakness: fire. Lighting an animatronic on fire is the go to method for banishing the spirit inside from the body, purging the remnant from the robot's systems as well as likely destroying the robot. Destroy an animatronic any other way, however, and you'll just create an even bigger problem.

While Gabriel is mostly restricted by his robot body's programming, unable to go to areas it isn't programmed to interact with for instance, that restriction disappears if his body is destroyed. William Afton learned that the hard way, when he destroyed Freddy's body, he just freed Gabriel of his restrictions, allowing the dead children to finally take their revenge. William was forced to hide inside his old golden bunny suit to escape his victims, only for the suit to malfunction and crush him to death, finally granting Gabriel his happiest day.

Analysis: Phoenix Wright

Have you been accused of a crime you didn't commit? Have you fallen victim the world's most convoluted murder frame up? Would the only witness testimony that could save your case happen to come from a parrot? Then call the Wright Anything Agency! Most prestigious law firm this side of Japan Los Angeles, USA! ....If not necessarily the most prestigious.

In a legal system even more comically biased against defendants than the actual Japanese legal system, Phoenix Wright is the only man who can prove that you didn't do it! With his trusty psychic assistant Maya by his side, he'll craft the most obsurd scenario imaginable to prove you didn't do it and somehow be right. The defendant's an orca? Certainly. The killer was a ghost? Absolutely! And he'll pull the evidence out of his ass to prove it!

Naturally, a lawyer who famously bluffs his way to victory, isn't exactly seen as the most prestigious. But that doesn't change the fact that he's unarguably one of the best. For all of his bumbling, Phoenix is deadly sharp when he wants to be. He solved a fifteen year old cold case with help from a parrot and a metal detector, tricked the chief of police into confessing on the stand, caught an international spy who could dusguise himself as anyone, and defeated a prosecutor whose never seen a Not Guilty verdict in fifty years.

But when his rapid improvisation gets him nowhere, Nick always has the Magatama on hand. This gift from the psychic Fey family allows him to detect when a person is lying, manifesting a Psyche Locks visible only to him. Phoenix must then break these locks by presenting proof that they're lying, though wording snags can fool the Magatama and using it improperly can destroy Nick's soul if he isn't careful. If Wright can't prove that the witness is lying, then he'll have to back out for his own safety and come back with more evidence.

But, to be honest, I'm not convinced that even that would kill Phoenix. The man's practically superhuman. He's survived getting whipped into unconsciousness, being tazed and pummeled by some of his suspects, falling through a burning bridge from 40 feet, and even being hit and sent flying by a speeding car! A car moving at that speed would've hit him with an energy of 905,735 joules.

Source:

And that's coming from a guy strong enough to break open locked doors with his bare hands.

No matter how air tight the case against you might be, Phoenix will find whose actually responsible. And survive all their attempts to kill him.

Throwdown Theme:

Throwdown Breakdown:

I think Phoenix takes this one fairly simply.

He's 181x more durable than what Freddy can dish out, making it extremely difficult for Freddy to do any lasting damage, and I think Nick's smart enough to realize what he's dealing with here. He'd recognize the smell of a corpse and blood emanating from Freddy and he's dealt with enough supernatural stuff to recognize a ghost when he sees one. From there, it's a question of incapacitation. While Phoenix isn't superhumanly strong enough to hurt Freddy, he can still short out Freddy with a glass of water from the fridge.

Now he just needs to get Gabriel to testify on the stand and William will go to jail for sure. Slam dunk case.

This Throwdown's Winner is...

Phoenix Wright!

[robotnik-mun]

I’ve admittedly been holding back on asking this on Tumblr, since I didn’t want anyone I ask to go stir crazy in trying to compare Sonic characters with characters from DC and Marvel, but I can’t hold back anymore. What do you think from either comic universe can be comparable characters from throughout the Sonic franchise? Not counting the intentional parodies.

Discounting certain alien characters who look Human enough like Superman as well as Amazons and Atlanteans for the sake of argument, I can see some comic characters being compared to certain Sonic characters. Fair warning, I’m familiar with some superheroes and supervillains more than others.

Shortfuse the Cybernik: War Machine (Yeah, he didn’t build the armor, and he wasn’t exactly a soldier, but he’s gotta be the closest example).

Rotor the Walrus: Iron Man (Only in the Pre-reboot comics with the nanite suit, but close enough, I guess).

Silver the Hedgehog: Booster Gold (Might be a bit flimsy, but the name of the time traveling X-Man escapes me at the moment).

Hypnobot: Ultron (By virtue of being made by one of the good guys, even if he lacks Human brainwaves).

Regina Ferrum: Doctor Doom (In the Marvel comics, Doom is a sorcerer, a scientist, and a dictator mixed together, so yeah).

Black Doom: Darkseid/Thanos (I’m sure you can imagine why).

Nicole the Holo-Lynx: Vision (Even if she lacks a solid body and a villainous origin, she’s close enough to me).

Bunnie Rabbot: DC’s Cyborg (I can imagine her or Shortfuse having similar adventures that deal with their circumstances as the guy did in the 2003 Teen Titans series).

Naugus: Marvel’s Dracula (The one I saw in Avengers Assemble was King of his own vampire nation, which sounded somewhat similar to me).

Rouge the Bat: Black Widow/Catwoman (Obviously).

Mimic: Marvel’s Chameleon (Sorta fits).

Ebony: Doctor Strange/Fate (Of course).

Sonic the Hedgehog: Flash/Quicksilver (Almost excluded this, but yeah).

Vector the Crocodile: Luke Cage (For the sake of argument).

There's been more than one time travelling X-men member, most of whom have come from one flavor of Bad Future or the next. Bishop, Cable, Nate Grey, Rachael Summers... it's a cornucopia of People From Bad Futures that could align with Silver.

Insert joke about the Summers Family Tree here, heh.

Truth be told I don't really dwell on the comparisons between Sonic stuff and Marvel/DC heroes much these days. I find that nobody really correlates 1-1, and honestly that's for the best.

Though one thing that has crossed my mind recently is that I can name two people who are kinda like Grodd.

First up is Akhlut.

Larely because while Akhlut is a big bruiser who relishes defeating others in physical combat, he's also a lot smarter than his appearance would suggest, gifted with a power that lets him affect the minds of others. So really, there's a similarity to Grodd in the sense of being a smart bruiser mind powers.

On a somewhat deeper level? Weirdly enough, Robotnik/Eggman is a kind of counterpart to Grodd when you take a look at what he is in the franchise.

Grodd is a super genius ape, an outcast from his society due to his criminal ways, who battles against a super fast hero and seeks to conquer the world due to his belief in his own superiority over humanity being justification for his right to rule.

Be he Eggman or Robotnik, he is likewise an Ape who battles a super fast hero and who likewise believes his superior mind grants him the right to rule over the masses, and is an outcast from his fellows due to being a criminal megalomaniac. While the details change from continuity to continuity, at the end of it he is basically a mirror to Grodd in a lot of ways. And while he doesn't mix it up physically the way Grodd is prone to, he IS still a good deal larger and stronger than Sonic is.

Heck, sometimes he even LOOKS kinda like a gorilla.

Prolly not the answers you were seeking, but that's kinda where my brain's been these days.

I suppose though with a slight bit of thought I might say..

Finitevus is comparable to Ra's Al-Ghul due to his similar desire to return Mobius to a 'pristine' state.

Mogul is blatantly derivative of Vandal Savage without being a parody.

Eggman (as defined by the games, Post-Reboot Archie and IDW) you might say is rather similar to Dr. Sivana, being that he is a super scientist who delves in mystical stuff fighting against a primary colored teenager, with his motives essentially boiling down his own genius making him deserving of ruling the world.

Snively, I suppose, would be DeSaad, a sniveling, ultimately traitorous lackey with ambitions of his own.

Knuckles is perhaps comparable to Wolverine, especially in Archie, due to his solitary nature, his spurs, his preference for Close Combat and his memory issues. But then you could perhaps say the same about Shadow given his own backstory and status as an anti-heroic loner.

Naugus I would think is more comparable to Kulan Gath or Mordru than he is to Dracula, given that he is THE Evil Wizard Out To Rule The World in Archie Sonic.

Sally at one point I might have compared to Cyclops due to her strategic mind and the strength of her convictions... but given where X-men is these days I don't think there's much to compare now, so, at a bit of a loss.

Truth be told though, none of these guys really align 1-1 save for Mogul, and that's because he's so derivative. I think that's for the best though. Kinda highlights the ways in which the Sonic cast is actually pretty unique in the wider pop culture world.

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“i think pastels would go lovely with your eyes,” she said, and was she flirting? maybe. she wanted to loosen up this whole situation and maybe some of her southern charm would come in handy. they had to be together. that is what was required, and they’d be expected to have a family. that couldn’t work with tension and hostility.

she smiled at him pretending not to know that she was sure he was on the edge of a grin. she chuckled. she then ignored his comment about not meaning to use the nickname for her and she pursed her lips. “i will most certainly have to think of one for you. muffin, sugar… hmm, bubba may suit ya.” she thought out loud and wondered whether he’d be amused or annoyed… or a bit of both.

monroe raised her eyebrow and shook her head. “if you think that dishes is a fair trade-off for laundry, we’re going to have an issue.” she told him, but kept her voice light. “because if laundry includes folding and putting things away then that is a lot heavier.” she argued. “plus, we don’t know if we’ll have a dishwasher so that… makes the task either lighter or heavier.” she said and shrugged. “i am in favor of a formal sit down and a clear division.” she explained.

“i come from a ranch, so i am pretty good at fixin’ things and gardening. so i just… kind of want to claim that. i love my toolbelt.” she said honestly. “any things around the house that you really like to do, or are particular about?”

"they might be able to force me into a wedding, but they'd have to kill me before i have to dress like a goddamn easter bunny." harley protested with a grimace, immediately rejecting the idea -- a grimace that only continued to grow when he heard monroe's suggested nicknames for him. "bubba?" the horrified expression on his face was almost comical, as though the word was more offensive to him than pastels and forced marriage combined. "absolutely fucking not." he was a resilient man - had to be, with his upbringing, but being called bubba was just not something he was going to tolerate, even for one second.

once the shock of her suggestion wore off, he was grateful for the subject change, thinking it all over a bit further. "look, just... tell me what you want to cover, and i'll do the rest, okay? i can do most of the chores, and you can do the... fixing, i guess." not how he'd expected to things to go, but it wasn't like he was very handy. struggling through a youtube tutorial was about the best he could do, so... if she already had the skills, he was more than fine with letting her take that part of the responsibilities. "i like to live in solitude, does that count?"