#he/she for the one in the red pants and she/her for the one in the dress

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Can I get petite reader x rafe with size difference and some holiday vibes?

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected p + v, raunchy humor,

Do not let the banner fool you into thinking this is Rafe x OC — it’s not. I just likes the aesthetic of Sabrina’s pictures and her little dress

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Ipad in hand and hair rollers on, you went over everything in the house, making sure all the preparations for tonight were done. It was your first time hosting a Christmas dinner, and you wanted it to be perfect, knowing Rose would nitpick on the smallest things. You wanted your father to ask for a second serving of turkey, and your mother to compliment the wrapping paper under your massive Christmas tree. For Sarah to tell you how delicious your Grinch cookies were— 

‘’The wine! Can you ask Sarah if she got the wine your father likes? I thought we had a bottle left, but I can’t find any,’’ you asked Rafe, who was coming down the stairs after his shower, freshly shaved and smelling strongly on the cologne you loved. 

He hummed, pulling out his phone and sending his sister a quick text. ‘’Anything else, baby?’’ 

Eyes still on the list, most of the dots were checked. ‘’Can you get the fancy wine glasses down from the top cabinet? I can’t reach them.’’

‘’Can’t reach very high when you’re three apples tall,’’ Rafe teased, an amused smirk at the corner of his lips. 

You glared at him. ‘’I’m not three apples tall! I’m regular sized.’’ 

It wasn’t true, and you both knew it. You were just about Wheezie’s height — who was thirteen years old. 

Rafe chuckled at your reaction and went to the kitchen for the wine glasses. He reached the top cabinet and grabbed the glasses with ease, handing the first four to you. He brought the other fours to the counter where you had placed the wine opener. 

Then, you disappeared back to the living room and up the stairs to finish your hair, seeing as there was only an hour before your parents would arrive. Rafe followed and watched you standing in front of the mirror of your ensuite bathroom in your small red and white festive dress, which was driving him crazy. The way it hugged your body and made you look like a little doll in a Christmas outfit. He didn’t think he would love that childish looking dress when he saw it on the hanger — he compared it to one of Sarah’s when she was little —, but now he wanted nothing more than to flip the skirt up and take you right there.

‘’At what time is it acceptable to kick everyone out?’’ he asked, already looking forward to being alone with you. 

‘’Don’t be a Grinch, Rafe. No one has arrived yet,’’ you warned as you took out another one of the rollers. Your hair was so bouncy and pretty. You’ll need to ask Sarah to take nice pictures of you and Rafe so you can hang them in the house.

Rafe shook his head. ‘’I’m not being a Grinch. I just really want to fuck you in that dress,’’ he said casually, making a smile bloom across your lips. His smirk grew into a cocky grin, and he continued. ‘’I was thinking under the tree?’’ he began, his voice low and full of desire. ‘’So you can be my little present that I get to unwrap. Or, in front of the fireplace like they do in movies. What do you think?’’ 

You put down your last roller, and grabbed the hairspray and brush to smooth everything a little. ‘’I think…that you should get dressed. Can’t welcome our guests in sweatpants.’’

Although you moved into this house last November, you and Rafe had yet to host a holiday dinner. The Camerons rented a nice cabin last Christmas — as they did every year. You went skiing, and ice skating with Sarah and Wheezie. And Thanksgiving was spent at your parents’ — your mother loved Thanksgiving. 

‘’Alright,’’ Rafe replied, eyeing his clean pants and a crisp button up you had priorly set nicely on the bed. 

He was perfectly capable of picking his clothes and dressing nicely, but the nerves of hosting had you searching through his closet and picking what he would wear for tonight. 

When you were both ready, you went back downstairs. Your father had called saying he was going to run a little late due to a closed road and traffic. Moving to Charleston after college had been difficult for them. They assumed that you would come back home, and instead you bought a house seven hours away from them.  

‘’Rafe, I said no,’’ you repeated, avoiding Rafe’s grasp.

He was faster than you, quickly catching you when you walked by the couch. He wrapped his arms around your hips and pulled you closer to him, leaning down to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck. ‘’But you said your parents would be late. Come on, baby. Just a quick one?’’

You shook your head, dodging his kisses. ‘’Rafe…’’

The offer was tempting. It didn’t help that he smelled good and looked so damn hot in his white button up. 

‘’You're not being fair,’’ he retorted, chuckling darkly. ‘’Walking around in that tiny dress. Look what you did to me,’’ Rafe pressed his tented pants to your ass. ‘’I can’t welcome your parents with this rock hard beast in my pants. How inappropriate would that be?’’

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out as he pressed the evidence of his arousal against you. ‘’That’s your problem.’’ 

He grinned, leaning down to steal a kiss, his lips brushing your glossy ones just enough to send a shiver down your spine. ‘’Not my fault you look so damn good in that dress.’’ 

‘’Horn-dog,’’ you muttered, trying to hide your smile.

‘’Around you? Always.’’ 

You laughed again, but it was cut short by a squeal when your feet left the floor and Rafe threw you over his shoulder in one fluid motion. Your skirt rode up, exposing even more of your thighs as you wriggled awkwardly over his shoulder. Rafe chuckled, his hand coming to smack your exposed ass cheek. 

Rafe set you down on the divan, which turned out to be one of your favorite furniture purchases. Who would have thought that a couch could be convenient for so many different sex positions? 

''You gonna fill my stocking?'' you asked, looking up at Rafe with sparkling eyes and glossy lips. For the sake of being naughty, you lifted the skirt of your dress, flashing your red panties. They were small, and not hiding much. 

That made Rafe groan, his gaze roamed your body with a hungry gleam in his eyes that made it clear how much he wanted you. ''Fuck,'' he mumbled in a low, gruff voice, hurriedly unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants. ‘’You been walking around like that all this time?’’ 

You grinned in response. ‘’I’m on the naughty list, aren’t I?’’ 

‘’Top of the fucking naughty list, yeah,’’ Rafe agreed, rubbing himself over his tight boxers. His eyes caught the gold ‘R’ around your neck, glistening from the twinkling lights of the tree. He had never seen anything more beautiful. 

You lowered your eyes to his crotch, knowing what was underneath. ''Boy, I think that package is too big to gift wrap.'' 

Rafe chuckled at your comment, a cocky smile playing on his lips. Your raunchy sense of humor being one of his favorite things about you — spontaneous, sharp, and just the right balance of cheeky and bold without crossing into vulgarity. It kept him on his toes, always guessing what you'd say next, and he loved every second of it.

You shuddered when Rafe’s cock entered you, squeezing through your tight walls and filling you up. He had one knee on the divan, right between yours, and gripped your hips as he pounded into you, panties pulled to the side. Your red fingernails were digging into the back of his biceps and shoulder, anchoring you to him. 

A quick fuck, he said. 

Your head lulled as your arousal built, your orgasm threatening to come as sounds of pleasure left your lips. Rafe’s hips picked up the pace, reaching between your bodies to toy with your clit. The ‘magic button’, as he called it. 

As if Santa was watching and purposely unleashed a curse of Christmas on you and Rafe, the doorbell went off, echoing through the house just as you came around Rafe’s cock with a cry that must have been heard on the other side of the front door. On top of you, Rafe growled into your neck as he released ropes of cum inside you.

The doorbell echoed again, and Rafe laughed. 

‘’Oh my god,’’ you panicked, trying to catch your breath. 

You flipped back the bottom of your dress and stood, quickly closing and clenching your legs when you felt something dripping between your thighs. You couldn’t welcome the guests like that…

You glared at Rafe, who was tucking himself back into his boxers and pants, and very much amused by the situation. ‘’This is exactly why I didn’t want to do this.’’ 

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[Image Description: A series of digitally drawn fan art of characters and locations from Six of Crows.

Image 1: Inej Gafha. She is wearing purple and has her hair tied in a braid hanging over her shoulder. She is wearing a hooded cloak over a vest and long-sleeved shirt and pants. Both hands are clutching a knife in front of her. The background is a purple cloudy night sky with a crescent moon and shadows gently reaching out towards her.

Image 2: Kaz Brekker. He is wearing a white shirt, a red tie, a black vest, and a long black coat along with his black gloves. His crow's head cane is held in front of him with both hands. The background is a smokey red with black shadows moving almost like flames. Three crows fly behind him, two of them only partially visible.

Image 3: Jesper Fahey. He is wearing a white shirt with a pink necktie and shiny teal vest. He is smirking with a pistol in one hand. The background is a smokey teal and blue with playing cards falling around him.

Image 4: Wylan Van Eck. He is wearing a white shirt with a green sweater vest over it. He is frowning slightly and holding a potion-like bottle carefully in one hand while one finger from the other hand taps the bottom. The background is green and red with thick, smoke-like curls around him. There are sheets of paper discarded around him.

Image 5: Nina Zenik. She is wearing a red dress with a cape and has her hair down loose around her shoulders. Her hands are in front of her with a symbol of a human heart floating between them and shedding teal sparks. The background is red and blue and similar to the folds of a red theatre curtain.

Image 6: Matthias Helvar. He is dressed in a blue uniform with gold buttons. His arms are crossed and he has a serious expression on his face. The background is a forest with thick mist around the base. There are three wolves, one at his side and two in the background.

Image 7: Ketterdam. It is a city skyline with several layers of stone buildings with large windows. There is smoke coming off the streets. The sky is a soft red and the buildings are drawn in dull shades of brown and gray with blue and teal windows.

Image 8: The Ice Court. A large building with a clock tower and several smaller towers. There is a large wall of ice behind it and another partially visible building in the foreground, as well as a large tree. It is all drawn in shades of green and blue with white silhouettes of birds flying across the sky.

End ID.]

A whole collection of Six of Crows art commissioned by Once Upon a Wick in 2019! Unreleased until now. 

Inej, Kaz, Jesper, Wylan, Nina, Matthias, Ketterdam, and The Ice Court.

[pastryfication]

Could you write a Lando or Oscar fic where the reader is on her period and accidentally bleeds through onto his sheets (cuz it’s his apartment) and only finds out when she wakes up w bad cramps in the middle of the night and then proceeds to try and fix it without them knowing but the driver wakes up in the middle of their struggle?

i’m always looking out, oscar piastri

warnings: mentions of menstruation

note: writing this to manifest my period coming soon 🙏 (it’s a week late and i’m kinda panicking…)

your mind was instantly in panic mode the moment you awoke to a sticky feeling between your legs. this was your worst nightmare. it could not be happening. it just couldn’t be happening.

lifting the sheets a bit, you almost cried when you spotted to big red splotch on your boyfriend’s sheets. as carefully as possible, you pried away the duvet completely and swung your legs over the side. the movement was surprisingly smooth, but the moment you stilled, a painful cramp moved through your body and you had to bite you lip harshly to prevent yourself from whimpering out loud.

taking a moment to collect yourself, you took a deep breath before standing. your whole body was screaming for you to lay down again and curl into a ball until the pain subsided, but you couldn’t. you needed to fix this first.

you took tentative steps towards the bathroom, taking a pair of clean pants with you so you could clean up yourself first. every step felt like a thousand shapes knives stabbing your uterus, and as you lowered yourself to sit on the toilet, you almost sighed out loud from the relief.

you had no idea how you were gonna get the sheets clean without waking oscar, but you were determined to try. he had been so tired since the season ended, and you wanted nothing more than to give him the peaceful sleep he deserved without interrupting him with your problems.

quietly slipping from the bathroom, through the bedroom where your boyfriend was still sleeping peacefully, completely obvious to your current panic, you made your way to the kitchen. you knew he kept his detergent under the kitchen sink, so you tiptoed over there, very careful as you opened the cupboard.

you dropped to your knees, your stomach aching painfully as you did so, to look for the right one, but the dark made it hard to see what you were doing, and in your quiet haste, you accidentally knocked one over, causing all the hidden away soap to clash together.

immediately stilling, your eyes flew up to carefully observe the doorway. your heart was beating out of your chest, your cheeks blooming red from the thought of being caught alone. for ten seconds you waited, but when no sounds were heard from the bedroom, you let out a breath of relief and got to your feet with the white cloth detergent clutched tightly in your hands. you couldn’t put the sheets in the washer, not when oscar was laying on them, but you could try to remove the spot as good as possible before he woke up, and then wash them properly in the morning when he was out for his daily run.

it was a fool proof plan, one that could hardly go wrong, but as you opened the door to his bedroom once again and was met with the light on and your boyfriend tiredly—but with obvious concern—missing with his eyes up at you, you almost broke down. his gaze held so much tenderness and when he said your name, his voice was filled with so much love that your knees almost gave out.

“what are you doing up, baby?” his voice was scratchy from sleep as he tried to survey the situation.

“i— uhm— i was just—“ you tried to find the words, but you were too tired, too groggy and in too much pain to come up with a lie.

“and why are you carrying laundry detergent? what’s happened, honey?” he was on his feet surprisingly quick, considering how tired he looked, but the look of fatigue on your face was enough to alarm him.

“i— i was just—“ you looked helplessly at your abandoned spot in his bed and he followed your eyes.

“did you drop something on the sheets? you know i don’t care, right?” he moved to your side to check the sheets, and the moment he spotted the red splotch, his face fell. you stood nailed to the ground, a feeling of horror filling your body as you watched him.

“oh, baby,” his voice dropped with sweetness and he was by your side in two long strides. “why didn’t you wake me?”

his hands went to your shoulders, holding you so carefully that you couldn’t keep yourself together anymore. “i don’t know.” your voice cracked and tears gathered in your eyes, the last 20 minutes finally catching up to you. “i guess i just— i mean it’s your bed! and i’m so embarrassed… but it just hurts so bad! i’m sorry, osc. i’m so sorry, i ruined your sheets, and your sleep, and—“

“woah, baby, calm down.” he stopped your nervous rambling with a gentle hand to your cheek. “we’ll figure this out, okay?”

you nodded as he led you out of the bedroom and into the guest room next door, where a clean bed was waiting. “have you put on clean pants? or should i find you some? and a pad?” he was so eager to help that you couldn’t help but smile.

“no, i already changed,” you mumbled, looking down your hands as you sat on the edge of the bed.

“alright, perfect.” he smiled softly as he stood himself directly in front of you. “now, let’s get you back in bed and i’ll get you some painkillers and a heating pad, yeah? and then i’ll figure out the sheets.”

your head shot up, meeting his tender gaze as you tried to protest. “no, osc, you don’t have to do that. it’s my mess, you shouldn’t have to—“

“stop.” he cut you off. “i don’t care that you woke me. i want you to wake me every time you need help, okay, love? because i love you. i love you so much, and i hate seeing you in distress, so i want to help you all that i can. i don’t care if it’s 2 in the morning or in the middle of the day. i want to help, okay?”

tears gathered in your eyes at his words and you couldn’t do anything but nod in reply. “i love you so much. you’re too good to me.”

“no. you deserve the world, baby. nothing is too good for you.” he leaned down to press a warm kiss to your lips, and you smiled as he pulled back and helped you get comfortable in his guest bed.

“i’ll come join you in just a minute,” he promised as he softly padded out the room, and you sighed contentedly and snuggled into the soft duvet. oscar’s words echoed in your mind, and as you fell asleep, a soft smile was gracing your lips.

[sisyphus-hye]

LOVE IS NOTHING PART 2

It had been a couple of weeks since Thomas had seen his cruel girlfriend Wonyoung. Since she told him how she really felt about him and what she did with other men while she was on tour he really didn't know what to do. He was hurt and confused, but something kept him from cutting her out of his life completely. Maybe it was love, or maybe it was just the fear of not being able to find anyone as beautiful as Wonyoung again. She said it herself that it's not love keeping her with him, it's his money and the luxuries he can provide for her.

Ever since the verbal onslaught, Thomas had felt like a shadow of his former self. The days blended into one another in a dull, lifeless haze, as he aimlessly navigated the vast, empty spaces of his penthouse apartment. The once gleaming symbols of his success now only served as stark reminders of his failure to truly capture Wonyoung's heart. Each day grew a little bit worse. Wonyoung gave out his number to the IVE members and they sent messages teasing him about his weakness. One night Gaeul thought it would be funny to send Thomas a video of Wonyoung dancing between guys and behind the thumping bass Thomas could hear Gaeul laughing in the background.

A couple of nights later Thomas received a notification on his phone. It was a video from Wonyoung. He hesitated for a moment, knowing it would only cause him more pain, but his curiosity was stronger. He swiped it open. The screen was filled with Wonyoung's seductive smile, and then it dawned on him, this wasn't going to be a sweet video of her missing him. She was in a hotel room between two other men, they one was kissing her on the neck from behind while the other one was groping her tits from the front. The room was dimly lit with a red light that cast a sleazy glow on her skin. She was wearing a barely there lingerie set that was already pushed aside to expose her nipples. Thomas's heart raced as he watched the scene unfold, feeling a mix of anger, disgust, and arousal.

The men in the video were both tall and muscular, their hands roaming over Wonyoung's body with a possessive confidence that Thomas had never seen from her before. They were both dressed in black, a stark contrast to her nearly naked form, their faces obscured by shadows. She looked directly into the camera and licked her lips, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glee that sent a shiver down Thomas' spine. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, but he couldn't look away.

Wonyoung began to grind her hips against one of the men, her hands reaching up to caress his chiseled abs. Both men took this as their cue to unbuckle their belt, their pants dropping to the floor to reveal their erect cocks. Thomas felt his own cock twitch in response, a traitorous betrayal to his wounded heart. They were two of the biggest cocks he'd seen in his life, and he could almost feel the weight of his own inadequacy pressing down on him more than usual.

END OF VIDEO 1

START OF VIDEO 2

The second video started with Wonyoung on her knees with both men flanking her, their hands entangled in her hair. She took one of the cocks in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she eagerly sucked, while the other man's hand slid down to her pussy. The sound of her wet, exaggerated slurps filled the room, and Thomas could almost taste the bitter bile rising in his throat. Yet, he remained glued to the screen, his hand moving to his own erection despite the anger and disgust swirling within him.

Wonyoung was sucking one of the men's cocks with a fervor that Thomas had never seen from her. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy, her head bobbing up and down as she took the length of him deep into her throat. The man behind her had two fingers inside her, pumping in and out as she moaned around the cock in her mouth. The other man's hand tightened in her hair, guiding her movements as he pushed into her mouth, and she gagged slightly, her eyes watering. The other man took his fingers out of her vagina and put his cock right in her face. Wonyoung knew what this meant, she tried to take both of their massive cocks in her mouth at the same time, but she couldn't, so she began to swap between both cocks, giving each one the same attention. Thomas felt his anger boil over, his hand tightening around his phone until he thought it might shatter.

She started to deepthroat one cock, her eyes watering as she took him all the way down her throat, and then she moved to the other, her tongue swirling around the tip before taking him deep as well. The men groaned in pleasure, their grip on her hair tightening as they fucked her face. Thomas felt like he was going to be sick, but he couldn't stop watching.

"I think it's time to ruin this bitches' holes" one of the men said with a smug tone. Wonyoung looked up at them with a mix of excitement and challenge in her eyes, as if she was begging for them to take her. She knew what Thomas would be feeling right now, and she reveled in the power she had over him.

END OF VIDEO 2

START OF VIDEO 3

The video started with the camera pointed at the bed and what Thomas saw next he couldn't believe. Wonyoung was being double penetrated by both of the men, her body stretched to the limits and her face a mask of pleasure and pain. She was riding one man's cock, her pussy tight around him, while the other fucked her in her ass from behind. Her moans were that of pure ecstasy, the kind of sound that would normally turn Thomas on, but now it only brought him more agony.

Her tits bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and erect from the rough treatment she was receiving. The man in her pussy grabbed her hips and began to thrust harder, pushing her down onto the cock in her ass, making her scream louder. The man in her ass took her by the neck, holding her in place as he pounded into her with a ferocity that left Thomas feeling sick. He watched as Wonyoung's face contorted in pleasure, her eyes rolling back in her head as she reached climax.

Thomas couldn't do anything but watch this sexual destruction of his girlfriend. The video ended with both men cumming inside her, filling her up to the brim. Wonyoung collapsed on the bed, sweaty and satisfied. She turned to the camera and gave a smug look. "Did you like the show, Thomas?" she asked, her voice husky and full of mock concern. "I hope it was everything you dreamed of and more."

[missfrustration]

a lesson in semantics and pleasure - part 1 (zoro x sanji x reader 18+ fanfic)

Summary: Sanji finds out Zoro is inexperienced with bedding women. That is quickly fixed.

rating: 18+ explicit, minors do not interact!!

tags: pwp, smut, threesome, foreplay, oral sex, vaginal sex, fingering, deepthroating, toxic masculinity, which is good for reader in this context, eiffel tower, spitroasting, biting, praise, degradation, backshots, bukkake, spit, no zosan, no use of y/n

A/n: posted 3 months ago here. reader is NOT walking after this.

wc: 3k, enjoy!

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Zoro’s Adam’s apple bobs at the sight he’s treated to. A rock lies in his throat, but he still manages to swallow a groan.

Your legs sprawl out on the bed: Sanji’s bed. You’ve felt the mattress’s crisp, soft sheets countless times before. Now, you’re kissing your lover with another pair of eyes gazing.

Those eyes were hungrier than the lips that took yours, stronger than the tongue that generously swept the insides of your mouth. You could tell that this affected Zoro more than his battles.

You could tell that this was going to be a fantastic night.

-

A few days ago, it was bickering between Sanji and Zoro that happened like every other…

“Watch where you’re going, stupid moss head!”

“Maybe I wouldn’t need to if your dumb curly brow wasn’t in the way.”

It started like any conversation they had. Bickering and fighting amongst one another, attempts to kick and slice the other, name-calling…

“My brows are just fine. Just admit it; you wish you were as appealing as me.”

“Why would I want to be some lowly waiter like you?”

But it was a conversation where something was made very apparent…

“Let’s see,” Sanji clears his throat, holding his fingers up as he counts them off, “I’m more handsome, I’m smarter, I’m stronger,” Sanji emphasizes each attribute by shoving his fingers in Zoro’s face. “I have every skill in the book to please a woman better than you!”

“Why the hell would I have those things just for a woman?”

“Oh please, with how you are, I bet the young ladies I romance would double—no,— quadruple your count.”

Zoro freezes. Sanji senses he caught a nerve, right where he wants him.

“Hmph, whatever you say.” Zoro pursued his lips, ready to drop the subject and walk away. His firm face and defeated stance just challenge Sanji more.

“Go on then, name them.”

Zoro turns red in the face after a moment of silence. His eyes dart around the room slightly until they watch Sanji’s eyes come to an increasing realization.

“I’ve never… I don’t.” Zoro trails off. 

Something that Sanji truly couldn’t believe…

“Wait, hold on. Nonono,” Sanji waved his hand to shut him up. “Don’t tell me you don’t—“

But Zoro’s face makes it clear. 

… The talking, the courting—the lovemaking . Anything that goes into treating a woman with the utmost respect and dignity—it’s discovered that Zoro knows nothing about that. Sure, maybe he’s bedded a few ladies in his life, but a musclehead really couldn’t know about the opposite sex if he tried.

But Sanji knows. 

Oh, Sanji knows his way around everything that a woman craves. The love, the lust, the things in between. How to make a woman swoon or be respected…

How to make a woman pant, for instance.

Who wouldn’t know but the man who lives and breathes in service to women? The very same gender that Zoro is clueless about. 

What other way to demonstrate a beginner's lesson than with you, a prime example of the perfect learning device? 

—

The kissing turns sloppy as spit starts to sleep from both of your mouths. Sanji pulls his head away, generating a thick string of saliva connected between you, showing off to the man watching it all. Sanji’s lips are shiny with spit as he speaks.

“She loves to be teased in the beginning. Starting with a little foreplay is beneficial for both parties; women especially. We want only the finest for her.” He says to Zoro.

Then Sanji looks straight at you, gauging your reaction as his hand travels to your shorts. He plays with the hem of that tight cloth hugging your thighs, causing you to shift under him. He languidly runs a hooked finger back and forth, almost like he’s intentionally feeling for the seam underneath. You know very well that he’s not.

He’s a tease. Someone who takes great pleasure in watching you squirm as he moves closer and closer to your inner thighs, closer to the apex he loves to put his hands on. This act, along with the small, sly expression he wears on his face always puts you on edge. Never does his eyes leave your face as you struggle to meet him with the same concentration. You feel your gaze slip with each whimper you make, making him drink up more embarrassment from you.

Seeing as you're the only one in the room with a shirt on, Sanji takes it off slowly, letting the hem of it catch on the underside of your breasts. He watches as he drags your breasts up with your shirt until they finally give out, slipping past the hem and bouncing down into place. You hear the chair in the corner shift.

“Lift your hips, love.” A voice so gentle, Sanji is licking his lips when you obey him. His soft, manicured hands travel down your body to the belt loops of your shorts, hooking onto them with a tug. Your shorts and panties come off, leaving nothing but air around your naked form.

“Ah, you see the way she bites her lip? That’s a good way to tell she’s loving every second.” Sanji turns to the swordsman, pointing out your swollen lip trapped between teeth. “Now, watch closely at what I do.”

He gently lifts your chin, thumbing on your lips and pointer finger tucked under your face. He tilts your head towards Zoro, leaning his body toward your ear.

“And you, darling, keep your eyes on the mosshead for me.” 

You grow hot from the soft words that tickle your ear– a newfound love of exhibitionism bubbles inside you when Sanji’s fingers touch your arousal. Zoro watches every single part of this with intense intrigue.

You hear a soft whimper come from your mouth; Then another; Next, a louder one. When Sanji's fingers slip into you, you can barely contain your voice to ring out across the room. He starts to pump into you while you succumb to his small praises.

“Feel my fingers, my darling? You look so pretty like this, using that voice because of me. You must really like showing yourself like this. You see how much she likes that?” Sanji turns to Zoro, demonstrating his usual tricks on you for this lesson. Your song becomes louder as two fingers slowly scissor into you. His pace now increases as he watches your reaction.

Sanji sees your composure crumble, unraveling to the curl of his fingers into you as your eyes flutter closed. 

“Look at him—hey, keep your eyes on him, or I stop. Do you understand? Do you want to be a good girl for me and do what I say? You will, won’t you, angel?”

You snap your eyes open at the soft command of his words, focusing back on the man watching. Your release depended on it, after all. 

“Yes. Yes…”

Sanji’s delicate commands while the man spectates you two are gentle yet calculated. He knows the effect that putting on a show will have on a man like Zoro, and he knows how much you’ve expressed wanting to display your body. You shiver from his orders, only causing you to buck more into his hand.

“This is what happens when you treat her well. Talking to her can make her feel even better, too. Why don’t you call out his name for me, love? Make it sweet.”

“ Zoro… ” 

The voice that comes from your mouth sounds different from the one Zoro’s heard before. The one that sounds so cheerful on the ship is now ladened with lust and pleasure. If the moans you sing sound like sweet honey, your voice calling out his name coats like sugared molasses. They lay so thick on him, making him ache in his pants. 

“ Shit, ” Zoro mutters under his breath. From how hard he grips the armchair, he must be fighting the urge to whip out his cock to the sound of you. You huff at Sanji’s touch but keep your eyes locked on Zoro.

“Say more, please. Use your words,” Sanji says to you. You swallow thickly, and chants of Zoro's name start to flow from you, each increasingly rising in volume as Sanji adds another finger to your clit.

“Please, ah— please , Zoro. I want to cum. Shit, please go faster, Sanji,” You finally manage to say.

“I’ll tell you when you’re ready, love,” Sanji coos. You can only choke down your buildup as his fingers dance in you. 

“During this, you can touch any little part of her body that you want. Like this,” Sanji’s hands caress from your inner thighs to your waist, “or this,” his hands dance up to your face, messily sticking two fingers into your mouth to press on your tongue, “or this.” His fingers pop out, now entranced to your breast, grabbing the fatness of your chest until he rolls your nipple between his moistened fingertips. You whimper from the touch.

“She begs for any extra touch you can give her. My girl is so needy, isn’t she?” He turns to you, enveloping in all your wanton pants. “Aren’t you?”

“Y-yes, yes, I’m your needy… mmmnh! ” Sanji takes his mouth to your nipple briefly, rolling the bud on his tongue. Zoro’s hand moves from the iron grip on the armchair to palm his outer thigh. Is he… sweating?

“She loves all of it, but feel free to check in with her if needed. It’s good to be communicative, especially if you’re unsure of how to keep going.”

You huff into the air, legs fiddling against the sheets from the agony of his teasing. It’s so much that you struggle to keep your eye contact. Sanji revels in finding the right spots inside you to build you up before suddenly stopping. You can do nothing but watch Zoro’s face. 

His eyes couldn’t look away. If the world fell around him, he would never look away from you. The way he knew you on the ship is forever changed when your mouth pants uncontrollably in front of him. He can barely see the smirk that bastard cook has from riling both of you up on one another.

“And what do you want the most, darling? Do you want to cum from my hands, or do you want to have the mosshead to touch you and get an even better reward?”

“I want… Zoro to fuck me, please, please .” You whine against the sheets.

Zoro can’t contain the stuttering cock that twitches in his pants. He doesn’t try to hide it in front of you either. In fact, he seems to revel in that look you give him. You need to try the newest prey–it practically throbs into your mind, as well as your pussy. 

“That’s my girl,” Sanji whispers to you, so softly that only you can hear. “I can’t wait for the next time I have you all to myself,” He turns to the man in the corner, taking his hands off you so quickly that you scrabble your limbs in protest. “Your time to shine, shitty swordsman. She likes it rough, too, so do try and keep the pace.”

Even with Zoro’s commitment to resilience, you can tell he gets up and over to the bed with an urgency you’ve never seen in him. 

Sanji’s presence quickly switches to Zoro’s, and you realize the difference in touch. Calloused fingers replace ones weathered with silk and honey, gripping you with a darkness that matched his gaze. His commanding presence is accentuated by the rough outline of his body, the muscles, and the scars. Purposefully or not, his broad shoulders loom over you without hesitation. 

Your lips lock together; a kiss that you needingly reciprocate. You dance in the mirage of tongues, eating each other whole as you feel your wanton pants build into his mouth. His figure engulfs your smaller one, large and domineering, but that’s exactly what you hoped for.

“Go on. Give her what she wants.” You hear Sanji’s voice from the corner of the room, impatiently commanding Zoro. The sweet tone he uses with you is nonexistent when he talks to the swordsman.

“In a minute,” Zoro growls to him. “She likes to be teased, remember?” 

Sanji scoffs. “Asshole, of course I know that.” You hear him mutter, sitting on the cushy chair Zoro was once planted in.

“Zoro, please…” You didn’t know exactly what you were pleading for, you just wanted relief. 

“I’ll get you there,” a whisper from Zoro’s lips you can barely register from the fuzziness in your brain, “better than that shitty cook can.”

However, his touch doesn’t exactly exhume confidence. Zoro’s hand trembles slightly between caressing your neck, shoulders, and body. His gaze is hungry as he drinks each glimpse of your skin. He doesn’t sound as direct in his tone as you’ve heard in battle.

Maybe you can change that.

“You might be all bark.” You taunt, face slowly forming a smirk. Zoro’s surprised face makes you giggle. 

While a small part of you believes Zoro’s beginner touch may not satisfy you, the way he’s looked at you so far this night tells you he’ll do anything to prove you wrong. He’s too stubborn not to, especially after a little dare like that. Zoro’s small smirk shows you he’s caught onto this.

“Be less of a brat, maybe, and you’ll find out.” Zoro's rough hands grip the small of your waist, causing you to gasp. There’s more confidence in–

Your back arches as you feel a jolt of pain on your chest. Zoro bites on your breast so suddenly it causes you to retract your previous smugness.

“Cook wants to put up with an attitude like that? Fine,” Right on the hardened nipple, Zoro bites it rough enough to make you whine, but he quickly stifles the pain with the rumble of his voice. “But, I’ll be sure to fix that.”

Maybe you would have paid attention to the stream of steam piping from Sanji’s head after Zoro said that, but you were too distracted by Zoro’s movements, especially when he grabbed your hair enough to whip your head back, creating more tension in your chest.

“Pretty fuckin’ tits,” is all Zoro mumbles into your skin. He attacks them, rolling the buds hard between his teeth. Those teeth are strong enough to clamp onto his Wado easily— despite that, his firmness told you he was holding back. You felt your body pulse with titillation, from your scalp you feel the dull pain of his hand gripped in your hair, to his mouth exploring your mounds. It sends shocks through you as you try to stifle the volume of your whimpers. Your body feels so light and heavy at once, making you titter as his pace continues. 

Zoro’s grip on you is dizzying, his firm hands now entirely holding your torso as his body presses right over you. You let him lift your chest into him as he explores your soft skin, worshipping it in the roughest way. 

Your head dips back from the ceiling to the other side of the room. Sanji’s sitting in that same chair from earlier, his cock taken out from his suit slacks and hand slowly stroking the swollen, reddened head. His mouth is agape, small flecks of hair now sticking to his forehead as he looks at your body with a hungry, animalistic gaze.

“Careful, sweetheart. Remember to do what I said.” He smirks and flicks his finger towards Zoro, urging you to focus back. The hand once in your hair is now pulling you to look forward.

“Is someone distracting you from me?” You hear a rough, raw voice rumble right next to your head. Zoro quickly worked up to your neck to your ear, his demanding voice sending shivers down your spine.

“Might be.”

“Am I not good enough for you?” He asks. “Looking for curly fuck to rescue you instead?”

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer. One hand quickly dives between your bodies as he cups your pussy. The gears in your brain seem to short-circuit on you, leaving you gasping for more.

“Can’t be this speechless from him, hm?” His voice is colored with a dark envy, making your entire body swell with arousal. 

“Shut it, marimo.”

The hypersensitivity of your pussy paired with the gruff voice so close to you is too much. You don’t have any other thought than to shut him up with your lips brashly planted on his again. Zoro immediately opens your mouth with an eager tongue, pressing his kneeled body into you. 

Zoro lips separate from you as he keeps going, his plight travels down as he bites and licks the length of your torso. He stops right where his breath ghosts over your pubic bone, making your hips practically buck up to his face for some relief. 

“Uh uh,” Zoro sees what you're trying to do, and presses his thumbs on your hip bone to keep you back down. 

“You need to make her work for it, dumbass,” Sanji says from across the room.

“Well, how do I do that?” Zoro asks, sounding just as annoyed at Sanji.

“You can ask what she wants, first.”

“Why do I need to do that if I already know?”

“Because it helps, just trust me.” Sanji scoffs at him. “God, you’re such a brute.”

Zoro shakes his head, now turning to you.

“So desperate for something, hm? What is it?” He taunts. 

“Please, touch me.” You whisper. 

“’m already touching you, though. Need to be more specific than that, girl.” He grins at you.

“Please…” You struggle to say the words as his fingertips on your hips increase in pressure. He shows no sign of relinquishing his hold until he gets an answer from you. In a soft mewl, you say, “Please… touch my pussy. Please.” Your needy voice cracks into a broken, desperate pant.

Zoro’s playful smirk shows now, realizing why Sanji wanted him to ask you such a demanding question. Puzzle pieces inside Zoro’s mind seem to click the more his hands are on you. At first, he seemed almost nervous in carrying himself, but the more Sanji and you demonstrate the dance that is this game, he seems to catch on. 

“Cook, show me how she wants it.”

[yukioos]

MIS

SUMMARY: jayce talis x reader // your mother takes the brunt of the attack from jinx, causing your mother to pass from the wounds. her death leaves you grieving. once all your pain builds up and the pressure becomes too much to handle, you find yourself face-to-face with a panic attack. your boyfriend, jayce, stays with you throughout all your troubles and comforts you when you need him the most.

AUTHORS NOTE: hi! i hope you guys enjoy this oneshot, i felt in the mood to write some angst and comfort :) thanks for the request, sorry if you wanted me to write something more happy and fluffy. i haven’t had a panic attack so i don’t fully know what it’s like to have one, but i tried my best! this is 2.4k words

WARNINGS: not proofread, panic attack, death, grief, guilt, cussing, pet names

ASK: gurll i love this, for the next one can u please make it the other way around (jayce comforting reader) 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 i need jayce huggie toooo!!

the sky was dark, and the moon was an unusually deep shade of red. the bland sky didn’t stand out to you, opposite to how it would be filled with stars any other day. hot air filled your room, causing you to tug and pull at your tightly fitted clothes. you threw old clothes onto the ground, planning to give them to the undercity, where they lacked what you perceived as normal. you giggled at the thought of your younger sister, caitlyn, who thought she was sneaky bringing in a woman from zaun into her room, claiming she was only hurt.

your mother didn’t know about this, however. she didn’t have enough time in her schedule to know about caitlyn’s relationships, only you and jayce’s, as word spread quickly. you were pleased to know that she accepted the relationship once she sat the two of you down and asked about jayce’s intentions with you. she just wanted you to have a good partner, someone who could live up to the kiramman expectations and life. knowing jayce ever since he was young, she immediately knew you were a perfect match.

when you were young, she wasn’t as busy being a councilor as she is now. you used to tell caitlyn about how mom used to be fun, and she would always laugh at the stories in disbelief. sometimes, she would flat-out tell you you were lying, like when your mom had enough time to teach you how to shoot targets. as she became older, her time with you became shorter and shorter, and caitlyn hardly knew her mother.

but even as you were scavenging through your dresser and walk-in closet, a sinking feeling weighed you down. something was off, something felt wrong, unusual. you rubbed your eyes, hoping you were just imagining when you saw a bright blue light shine through the sky like a shooting star. the sound of it flying through the air reminded you of fireworks before they explode. you tilted your head in curiosity. you had never seen a shooting star before—

suddenly, a loud sound erupted in your ears, causing you to duck and cover your head. you panted, whimpering as you had no idea what had just happened. you slowly raised your head from the ground, glancing around your room to see if any damage had been done. when you stood back on your feet, you glanced outside the window to see a huge hole in the administrative building where meetings were held.

fuck, that’s where jayce and mom were.

your eyes widened in terror as you immediately pushed your double doors open and down a flight of stairs. alarms began to alert the city of piltover, and screams and crying from citizens made your blood run cold. your legs ached from running, panting as your lungs burned with pain, unable to catch a breath. once you ran to the top floor of the administrative building, you slammed open the partially broken doors.

heart racing, you paused in your tracks once jayce carried viktor in his arms, with tears filling his eyes. your heart raced, and your throat tightened, you managed to ask, “where is my mother? mom? mom—“ as you walked around, searching for bodies covered in rubble, dark blue hair and short pink hair caught your eye.

you were about to walk over to them, but you staggered as smoke filled your throat, causing you to cough. before you could pause, a large, warm, and familiar hand laid on your shoulder. there, your boyfriend stood with ash on his face, and an almost dead man in his arms, his best friend. he cupped your face with one hand and stared at you, “hey— hey, we’re both alright, that’s— that’s good—”he tried to lighten the mood by chuckling. he then continued, even as his fake smile didn’t reach his eyes, “i need to help viktor—“

you interrupted, “jay, it’s okay, go, i think i see my mother—” you gazed into his glossy eyes, his lip trembled with fear.

you placed your shaky hand on his cheek and gave him a quick kiss. as you gently patted his cheek, he mumbled, “promise you’ll stay safe for me.” while looking into your equally terrified eyes.

you responded, “i will.” and with that, he ran to the science lab to supposedly heal viktor. you then ran over to the dark blue hair, assuming it was your sister. she turned around and hugged you without uttering a word. you gripped her back just as tightly, and the pink-haired zaunite stared at your mother with sorrow. her face was covered in ashes, and bricks left bruises and blood-stained clothes. you pressed your finger up to the side of her neck. once you felt nothing, you checked her wrist.

she didn’t have a pulse.

your breathing sped up, but your world slowed down as if it paused. your body felt numb, and your hearing drained from your ears. a hand squeezed your shoulder, the hand of your sister, trying to shake you back into reality. shutting your eyes for a moment, you tried to imagine anything but her lifeless body in front of you. the woman who lived her life saving and protecting others, the one who watched you grow up, the one who carried you for nine months, was now dead.

it seemed unreal to think about.

but you opened your eyes and imagined it was someone else in front of you, someone with less of an impact on your life. you slowly stood up and stared at your mother’s closed eyes and scarred face. you then turned your back on her and brought your eyes up to the two women in front of you. you mumbled, “we need a medic.”

the next few months after your mother’s death were a living hell. although it was sweet to see children placing flowers near your mother’s grave, honoring her dedication to the city, you hadn’t been in a healthy mental state. normally, things came easy to you. however, for the past few months, all you had heard from others were condolences for the death of your mother. you tried to act as if you weren’t bothered by it at all, and to continue your everyday life. that’s what your mom would’ve wanted you to do, anyway.

but as you were walking to your residence with jayce after spending time with one another at a restaurant, a news reporter came up to you. the man attracted many other reporters to huddle up in front of you, almost barricading you into the wall. you shuttered at the lack of space, and reporters yelled and stuck microphones and cameras into your face.

one asked, “miss kiramman, do you have any plans on becoming the leader of the kiramman house anytime soon?” as if it wasn’t a sensitive question, relating to your mom’s passing.

you frowned as another question followed, “how has your mother’s death affected you?”

“will you join the council to replace your mother’s spot?”

tears began to spring in your eyes as you backed up, becoming closer and closer to the wall. yet, the reporters wouldn’t stop asking questions and entrapped you, all around you, unable to move. suddenly your boyfriend loudly announced, “that is enough. go along with your day and leave.” his eyebrows were furrowed with concentration and he balled his fists up.

one of the reporters interjected, “mr. talis, all we want is to ask miss kiramman a couple questions—“

he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, then glared at the man. he suddenly understood and nodded, appearing embarrassed. they all followed after the man, who ran away once he saw councilor medarda, who wandered around the streets with her companion, lest.

jayce gently rubbed your shoulder with his large hand and mumbled, “sorry you had to see that. are you okay?” he knew you didn’t like talking about her death often, as it was recent and it’s all anyone would bother you about. however, when he saw your glossy eyes and your hands wiping them, he knew something was wrong. you hadn’t normally acted like this around him, nevertheless anyone.

you slightly nodded, just enough for jayce to see. you lowered your head, not wanting to be noticed by anyone else as jayce held the door open for you. a lock clicked behind you, and you traveled up the flight of stairs to your room. your heart pounded as you were reminded of the night when you saw your mother’s lifeless body on the ground, feeling like your heart was going to jump out of your chest. too much heat was in the room, maybe you had to open the window. you quickly sprinted over to the window and opened it, still feeling so hot all over your body.

god, everything was too much. you whimpered as you felt liquid dripping down your cheeks, and your throat began to tighten up as if barbed wires wrapped themselves around your neck. you wiped your forehead with your sleeve, only to feel the warmth on the cloth from sweat. ringing filled your ears, causing you to ball your fists up as you sat on the ground, starting to hit your head to stop the ringing. unfortunately, you couldn’t stop the noise in your head.

you couldn’t hear anything, and your body became numb. as your throat continued to tighten, you rubbed your throat in pain, wanting to tell your mom that you were sorry. why the hell weren’t you there when she was dying? you could’ve prevented her death, couldn’t you? maybe you could’ve blocked her body with yours from the hit, then you would’ve taken most of the damage. it would’ve been better that way. she was more influential, more powerful, and more important than you. what would’ve happened if you were there to save her? would you be at dinner right now? would you be hugging her? telling her a stupid joke she always laughed at? would you be dead?

it pained you that there was no way to know what could’ve happened.

jayce heard sobs as he washed his hands in the bathroom, screams, even. his heart raced and he dried his hands, then he ran out of your large bathroom to see your head in your hands, hitting it with your fists as hard as you could. you were sobbing, “i’m sorry, mom, i’m sorry,” repeatedly, over and over on a loop. your body shook like you were the most delicate thing in the world, like you were about to break any second. your arms dripped with sweat, and you seemed to be dissociative, as you didn’t respond to his calls of your name.

he then realized they were common signs of a panic attack. must’ve been from all the reporters bugging you with their never-ending questions and from the passing of someone so important in your life. he didn’t know how to handle a situation like this, but he knew you needed someone to help you and ground you. he gently placed a hand on the crown of your head and rubbed it gently, as if you were a child. you slowly looked up at him, eyes and face all red from crying. you sniffled, mind still racing, as you tried to focus on the words that came out of his mouth, not recognizing the ones that came out of yours.

you were full-on sobbing, dry tears laid helplessly on your skin, waiting to be rehydrated with new ones. you closed your eyes and cradled yourself, still crying out, ‘i’m sorry,’ so jayce slowly wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, not knowing if he was doing the right thing. he asked, as he gave a kiss to your shoulder, “why are you sorry, sweetheart?” you unconsciously leaned into his warm frame, although you felt far too hot for your liking.

your wailing became quieter as you continued talking, listing all the reasons why you should’ve been the one who took the hit, you should’ve been better to her, you should’ve spent more time with her, and you should’ve been there before she died. he continued to ask you questions so you could open up about your feelings until your throat hurt from sobbing and talking for so long.

you leaned your head against him for a few minutes in silence, not wanting to say anything more. he rubbed your shoulder and turned, staring into your red eyes. you whimpered and wiped your eyes, staring up at him with a pout on your face. he softly smiled, then gently placed a hand on your wet cheek. he placed his lips against yours, the most intimate kiss you’ve shared. once the two of you pulled away, he helped you stand up, expecting to carry you to bed.

but to his surprise, you hugged him, causing him to stumble back with the amount of force you used. you mumbled into his chest, “i love you so much, jayce.” your voice was strained, using the rest of your words and power to thank him for his help and love.

he wrapped his strong arms around you and petted your hair, “i love you too.” he couldn’t have felt more affectionate or loving than now, and you felt the same. after a few minutes of staying in the hug, he slowly undressed you and changed you into more comfortable clothes. he carried you to your bed, then changed into his clothes that he kept in your drawers for when he stayed the night. he just changed into a pair of sweatpants, taking his shirt and everything else off.

turning the lights off, he walked over to you and pulled the sheets down, causing you to quickly huddle up to him and trap his leg with yours. you wrapped your arm around his waist, wanting to feel as close as you possibly could to him. as jayce’s breath began to even out, you knew he was the only one who could calm you down, bring you out of that headspace. he was nervous, he’d never comforted someone like that before, but his dedication and patience showed you he was the one for you.

[presleyslilbaby]

please a fic where the Memphis mafia walk in on elvis and reader having sex and they make fun of her for it ( repeating what she said during it )and elvis goes mental and basically just puts them in their place ! thankyou 💕

~Mockery~

(70’s!Elvis X Reader)

(Hi there! Thank you for requesting! So I have to admit, I'm not that good with the Memphis Mafia yet due to somehow being unable to find any information which is odd, but I did see a few other people saying that Red and Jerry would be the type to mock in a situation like this. This isn't my best work I don't think, but I tried my best and I hope you like it! 💜)

(TW: Rough sex, oral sex, Daddy used in a sexual manner, controlling Elvis-If you squint-, getting caught, potential misspellings, probably OOC M.M-)

"Oohhhh...!" You moaned loudly as Elvis stuffed his tongue deep in your pussy, eating you out with such fervor you were sure you were going to see stars. Gripping his hair tightly, you began to rut against his face, desperate for more of that delicious pleasure he provided you. "Ya' taste so fuckin' good, li'l Mama...I could eat you all night," He rasped, pulling his tongue out only for him to replace it with two thick fingers, pumping them in and out of you as his lips closed around your clitoris, sucking and giving that occasional nip or two. "S-S-So good, Daddy~!" You praised him, arching your back as your thighs closed around his head.

Elvis growled, snapping your legs back open as he looked at you with such a controlling expression. "Keep these pretty li'l legs open, Y/n. I wanna eat this cunt properly." He ordered before delving back down to drag his tongue over your clit in an agonisingly slow manner, causing your legs to tremble as you whimpered. "Sing for me." He chuckled, pushing your hips up and holding you by the waist to get a better angle of what belonged to him. "Oh god, yes!" You moaned, feeling your lower abdomen burning with white hot pleasure, your body preparing you for an orgasm. And finally, you let go. But you didn't have much time before Elvis positioned himself at your entrance, burying himself to the hilt with one powerful thrust.

"Fuck, Baby...Yes...So goddamn tight..." He groaned, tilting his head back in pleasure. One thing that you found over the course of your relationship was that Elvis was definitely the type to scream during sex. But you were always louder. Minutes passed, and he was fucking you with wild abandon, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with every erratic thrust, panting like a dog in heat as sweat poured down his face, dripping down onto your own sweat-drenched body. "Fuck! Yes, Daddy! Harder!" You begged him, moaning as loud as your lungs would allow with how much air was being knocked out of you. "Daddy's gonna go harder," He whimpered, trying to drive into you harder despite his already wicked pace. A shaking thumb found its way to your clit, rubbing it desperately in rough circles as he sucked on that sweet spot on your neck he'd marked over and over again. But just as you were close to orgasming for the second time that night-

The bedroom door came open.

There stood Red West and Jerry Schilling with expressions mixed with mortification and amusement, eyes trained on the show you were unknowingly putting on. You noticed the door had opened, and you screamed, trying to hide your body from the two Men. Elvis whipped his head up, unsure what was going on before he noticed Red and Jerry. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" He shouted, grabbing the blanket and swiftly covering the both of you, shifting himself as if protecting you. Just as quickly as they appeared, the two had shut the door and left, but the sounds of their mockery could be heard beyond that threshold. "'Oh, Daddy~!'" They mocked, laughing at your expense.

Elvis was fucking pissed. Disentangling himself from you, he hopped up from the bed and swiftly pulled on a pair of underwear, his face bright Red with embarrassment and rage. "E-E-El-" You tried to call for him, but it was too late. He was already barging out of the bedroom to set those two straight. "I am NOT going to tolerate whatever the fuck you're doin'! Mockin' my Girl- MY Girl, while we was havin' time together!" Elvis shouted at them. "And why the FUCK DIDN'T YOU KNOCK?! What are you, goddamn idiots?! You say another fuckin' word, and I swear to The Good Lord above you're gonna wish you ain't said anythin' at all!" And before they could utter another word, he stomped right back in the room where he slammed the door shut, locking it aggressively. Tearing off his boxers, literally, he turned back towards you.

"We ain't done, Girl."

[dxrlingluv]

Player || Lee Myung-gi

Series : Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 : Where are we?, Chapter 4

Description :

In which you woke up in an unfamiliar place with nothing but your clothes and your bed.

Lee Myung-gi x Fem!Reader

You continued to stare at the calling card that the business man gave you. You sighed, not knowing if this would be a good idea.

'it's definitely not a good idea... but what choice do I have?'

You thought to yourself, scratching your head in irritation.

Muttering, 'Fuck it,' You dialed the number.

Without a second, a deep voice of a male answered.

"Hello?" He started.

You hesitated a little, "I was given this card, the man said there'll be more games to earn more money from?". With trembling hands, you awaited for their response.

In a minute or so, "Please state your name and your birth date."

Now standing beneath the cold night, you awaited for whatever would come. This is definitely a bad idea! Who in their right mind would ask you to come in this specific area at midnight?!

Suddenly, a van stopped in front of you, the window from the passenger seat opened and revealed there was a person wearing a black mask with a circle symbol, and they seem to be wearing pink overalls, but you're not sure as you can't see much of them.

"What's the password?" The guy asked, staring eerily at you.

"Red light, Green light." You answered. The door then opened and they told you to get in, so you did. You noticed that everyone else beside you was asleep. I mean who wouldn't sleep at this hour right? Although you can't see anyone in the van, but you bet that the one sitting beside you was an old man by how loud he snores.

Suddenly, smoke came out from the ventilation, which made you panic. "What's- Hey!" You tried to reach out to the driver's and passenger's seat but to no avail, you started to feel extremely dizzy and then everything went black.

You opened your eyes, but immediately regretted it when the light strained your eyes. Groaning, you sat up from a surprisingly comfy bed.

It took a minute for your vision to clear out but when it did, you gasped in shock. You saw other people- Hundreds of other people waking up from their bed too. "What happened..." Reluctantly, you stood up from your bed.

Just then you noticed the uniform everyone was wearing. You turned to look at yours, you were wearing an oversized forest green jacket with a number tag on the left side of your chest. It read, 111.

Huh?

To pair with your jacket was a white shirt beneath that has a big number 111, and a forest green pants with a white line on the outer parts of your legs. And to top it all off, was a white vans shoes.

After observing yourself, you went down from your bed and then down to the floor. You continued to stare around in wonder, and in hopes that you knew someone here.

Suddenly, a loud bell rang around the room, the door in front opened and there showed a bunch of men in pink over alls. You tried to make it to the front in order to see clearly.

They look like the ones you've seen the night before but they were many this time. And the middle one seems to be different. Instead of having a circle symbol just like everyone else, he had a square mask.

'Does that mean anything?'

You asked yourself.

The square mask spoke, "I would like to extend a heartfelt welcome to you all." He continued, "Over the next six days, you will participate in six different games."

"Does that mean, we can't leave until we finish all those games?" You muttered to yourself, then you tried to bring out your phone in order to call your boyfriend, but you felt nothing.

"Those who win all six games will receive a handsome cash prize." The square mask began again.

"Excuse me!" Someone spoke from behind.

You turned your heads to the direction of the voice then saw a woman slowly making her way down the bunk bed stairs, "If we're just playing games, then why'd you basically kidnap us?" She asked. "How can we trust you now?"

Everyone else nodded their heads in agreement and stared again at the masked men in front.

"My apologies. Please understand it was a necessary step taken to maintain the strict confidentiality of these games," The square mask answered.

Another person spoke, "Is that right? Then what's the deal with the masks?" The woman exclaimed. "That's a secret too, I'm guessing?"

"Yeah, why are you wearing those? Where the hell are we? Is this some kind of illegal casino, huh?" The guy beside the woman accused.

"If this were one of those, you'd see the dealers' faces, idiot!" The woman beside him said.

The players began murmuring, as if agreeing to everything that's being accused.

"To ensure the fairness and confidentiality of the games, it is our policy not to disclose the faces and identities of our staff to participants." Square cleared out, "We ask for your understanding."

Then, the woman beside you raised her jacket and asked, "Did you people strip me when you shoved me into this?"

"And where the hell are my shoes?"  A guy followed.

We turned our heads to him as he continues, "God damn it, that pair was fucking limited edition." He stared at the shoe in his hand in devastation. "They don't even make those anymore. What the hell?"

Now that guys seems quite familiar to you...

Was his name Topaz? TOP? Tambourine? Ah- The Marvel villain, Thanos. He was an ex-rapper. Since he's here you guessed that he's mostly likely in debt just like other people here.

Thanos and the girl beside you continues to complain, you groaned internally in annoyance.

"Can I have the outfit you guys are wearing instead? The pink's cute as hell." She smiled charmingly at them in hopes to get their approval.

You gotta admit, she's a good looking person, but you're sure that that kind of attitude won't work towards these masked men.

The square mask refused saying that it is not possible. "To ensure the games run smoothly, you must wear your uniforms"

"Uh, what about my phone?" Another guy asked.

Hold on.

That voice!

You moved your head to find the person who spoke and... you were right! Myung-gi! You boyfriend is here too!

You smiled widely, wanting nothing than to be close to him now that you knew he's here too.

He moved to the front with a fierce look, "You took my phone and wallet. What the hell's going on?" He firmly asked. Yeah you were curious too. "When'll we get those?"

"Your belongings are safe and being stored securely." Square answered plainly. "We will return them to you once the games have ended."

'Have they done this before? They seem too nonchalant about everything that's happening and everything that's being questioned.' You thought to yourself.

"Can I please get my phone returned at least?" Myung-gi pleaded. "I need to see how my crypto is doing. Are you guys gonna compensate me if I can't trade my coins?"

'Oh. He's worried about... that?'

Again, Square repeated, "We will return tour phone once the games have ended."

You boyfriend pressed on, "I need to know if the market's going down. Do you know how much money I've invested?"

"Player 333, Lee Myung-gi." He stated as he raised a remote and clicked it, earning a high pitch beep.

Everyone stared at the huge screen above the masked men.

It showed Myung-gi playing ddakji as he got slapped. "Age 25, former owner of the YouTube channel, MG Coin. Promoted Dalmatian, a new cryptocurrency, leading his subscribers to lose a combined 15.2 billion won. He then shut down his channel and disappeared."

"H-how do they know all of that..." you whispered, worry rising up for your boyfriend.

"Currently wanted for fraud and violating multiple communication and investment laws. Total debt: 1.8 billion won."

You gasped, you knew he has a lot of debt, but not that many. You knew he hasn't been too honest ever since he flew away from the country and came back. But you wanted to understand him still.

You stared at you boyfriend from behind, worry evident on your face.

"196, Kang Mi-na. Total debt: 45 million"

"120, Cho Hyun-ju. Total debt: 330 million"

"230, Choi Su-bong, Total debt: 1.19 billion"

"198, Jang Do-yeong, 1.4 billion"

"226, Kim Yeong-sam, 1.9 billion"

"444, Kim Nam-du, 2.02 billion"

"343, Sim Jae-seok, 2.89 billion"

"006, Park Mi-hwa, 3.1 billion"

"100, Im Jeong-dae... Total debt: 10 billion"

Everyone around you gasped and tried to find player 100. "Ten billion? Which one is he? Where..." Player 226 jumped in his position, trying to find someone who was just almost beside him.

"What are you looking at?!" Player 100 exclaimed in frustration.

The players gasped again in shock from his sudden outburst.

"Think it's easy to get loans that large? They don't give out ten billion to just anyone! You have to work in the big leagues for that!!"

You scoffed, "Or maybe you gambled too much." You muttered to yourself.

This is going to be fun, but first, you need to have a talk with your boyfriend.

After a few moments of comebacks and answers, the light around the room turned warm yellow. Everyone stared above as a huge piggy bank slowly slid down from the ceiling.

"That piggy bank looks cute, don't you think so?" 196 asked you all of a sudden which made you look at her. You laugh and agreed.

"I think you look cuter though." You lightly joked at her then continued staring up at the piggy bank.

196 continued to stare at you in shock, but it wasn't because she was disgusted or offended. It was because she never expected to receive something like that to a beautiful girl. She nudged you lightly which you two laughed at a bit before continuing to listen to Square.

"If you look above you, you will see the piggy bank where your prize money is going to be stored. As I said you will play six games. After the conclusion of each game, more prize money will be added to the piggy bank.

"What's the total prize money at the end?" A guy with glasses asked.

"The total prize money is 45.6 billion won."

A/N 🩷

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[forgetme-eternally-blissfully]

"... I was under the impression that I would be fighting someone? Impress? What, am I supposed to court the hero while I'm at it?"

The sidekick groans, pulling at her hair with a grim expression. "Yeah. That's what this is about. You- are you not going to become the hero's archenemy?"

The villain looks confused. "I can't become the hero's archenemy if I don't- court them?"

Shaking her head, the sidekick pulls off the villain's shirt aggressively. He wanted to wear a T-shirt- a T-shirt! To his first official battle with the hero. It'll be broadcast, for heavens sake!

"It's not just about courting, you know. First impressions are important, and your impression was mediocre at best. We're lucky that the hero wants to fight you again at all! Your shoes were tacky, your hair dye was fading and your roots were grown out, and your shirt! Again with the shirts, boss. The presentation saved you, with the explosions and all. This time, I'm not letting you outside until you are fit to be the hero's archenemy."

He looks confused. His sidekick has all but stripped him to his tighty whiteys, and left to fetch clothes out of the closet. What was the point of stripping him if they were going to leave? The air is cold on his skin. He shivers.

Still in hearing range, the villain speaks loudly to continue the conversation. "None of that answered my question! Why am I courting the hero?"

"Well, it isn't really courting," the sidekick calls back. "Just, you have to earn your spot as his archenemy. Otherwise you'll get tossed around between hero associations, with no one in particular wanting to fight you. That's bad rep! Since he will be your first archenemy, you've gotta get it right. No second chances, they say."

The sidekick starts to manhandle her boss into new clothes, fashioning a grey button up with a bow collar and a black cloak, whose inside is lined with red velvet that has various swirly designs inside, giving the impression that the villain is backdropped in blood. His pants are dressy and fitted to his measurements, while the waistband goes higher than he's used to. It makes his waist look small.

"I don't know about this... shouldn't I look, you know, scary? I look like I'm going on a fancy date."

His sidekick mumbles something under their breath while tying his knee high boots. They have a minor heel on them, and he'd like the extra height if it weren't for the slender appearance of his calves. He works out, but this outfit smooths over his defined muscles, and even his dress shirt has loose sleeves. They round out his arms before connecting with his cuffs.

"Look, boss, don't you want to fight him? You told me that you really enjoyed your last encounter. You even licked the blood on your busted lip when you said it. This is just what you have to do if you want him to keep coming back to you!"

The villain grumbles, sliding his palms down his legs to search for some pockets, to rest his fidgety hands in, but to no avail.

"... Can I at least have pants with pockets?"

"Your coat has pockets, boss."

"It's not the same."

"Just deal with it for today. I'd have to redo the outfit if we changed the pants now. You have to be early, so that the hero can witness your silhouette behind the setting sun, with the blood red velvet accented by the orange rays of light. I tagged where to stand on your map; it'll look amazing."

"Right..."

His sidekick finishes lacing up the boots. It took far longer than his normal pairs of shoes. They feel stiffer too, because he hasn't broken them in yet.

"Listen boss, you can flirt as much as you want today-"

"Flirt?"

They continue, ignoring the question. His sidekick points accusingly at his face.

"-but you can't reveal my existence just yet. That isn't for until we get the laser finished. I have a whole plan." She waves her hand in the air, nonchalant. "He finds the laser, you confront him in the building, and when he's preparing to escape after you defeat him, I'll swoop in and knock him out. I'll help you interrogate him while he's tied up in the cell. It'll be a great entrance for me."

"So that's what that cell is for." He hadn't used it yet. She didn't tell him why they needed this facility specifically, only that it needed a place for a laser and a dungeon.

"Yes. I'm still wondering if we should make it comfy or not. Some heroes like the brutality of it, others prefer to keep it simple. Some even want to be taken care of in a fancy room with good food during their stay- they like the demeaning nature of it."

"Should I ask him?" He asks her sarcastically.

"No need. I'll watch the footage from your hidden camera. It's in your collar, the base of the bow? The fabric shouldn't flap around too much. I'll listen to your conversations and make the judgement myself."

"Okay..." the villain feels a little under qualified for his position. His 'sidekick' is starting to feel less like a sidekick and more like an idol manager. "So, if this goes wrong, does that mean I can't fight him again?"

"Basically. The hero corp will watch the footage of your confrontation from the TV or the hero's hidden cam, and decide if they'll assign him to your case. It's phrased in a more, 'hero,' type way, but that's what it means. There's a lot of work that goes into finding a hero-villain match, but I think you two really work together."

"... This feels like matchmaking. I'm not doing this to date him."

"Right."

"You don't sound like you believe me."

"I mean, obviously it'll take a while."

"What does that mean?"

"A bond between hero and villain can take some time to form, it's okay. The frustrating aspect of being defeated or succeeding too much can affect your relationship. If you really aren't a match, we can request a new hero from the committee."

"No, I feel like you're misunderstanding me. I like fighting him."

"So you have to dress nice! To see him again."

"This is not going to be that type of relationship. Fighting and thwarting only."

"Right. I know that. Anyway, you should get going."

"You-"

"If you're late you won't get to meet him again."

The villain runs to the door. "This conversation isn't over!"

"Have fun!"

The door to the dressing room slams closed. The sidekick hums, picking up their boss's previous outfit off the ground. They catch it on fire with their ability. When it is reduced to ashes, she cleans up the mess.

"... I wonder if the hero has a sidekick."

They leave the room to go watch the fight from the villain's hidden camera.

Prompt (466)

"That's what you're wearing to fight the hero?" the villain's sidekick asked skeptically.

The villain looked down at their clothes. "Yeah. Why?"

"Nothing, it's just. . .a little basic. You want to impress them, don't you?"

[miyaagis]

big fan. gojo satoru

your husband has always made it known to you how much he enjoys a certain adult content creator. so being the dotting wife you are, you decide to hire her services and spoil him ♡

explicit content‐mdni. ₊˚⊹ ⚝ husband! gojo + unnamed fem character, cuckquean reader. unprotected sex, praising, tit-job, dirty talk

cuck club au

"wait– is that..."

his heart drops to his stomach as he recognizes who's sitting on the edge of his bed—your shared bed.

he has seen all of her videos, stumbling across her account when you two started dating, and he's been a follower ever since. he has lost count of how many times you two have done it while her videos play in the background.

"surprise!" you both exclaim, his eyes jumping from her to you and then back to her. she's smiling at him and he feels like he's dreaming.

"honey, is this a joke?"

it takes you three minutes to explain and convince him you're actually giving him the green light, your poor husband scared that it's all a trap.

but it takes her one look to have him soiling his underwear.

she squishes his member between her breasts, the engorged tip red and glossy with a mix of pre and her spit.

"hnngh... so fuckin' soft." he breathes out, entranced by the sight. "always loved your tits."

she chuckles, squeezing a little tighter. "thank you."

you can only watch, a mix of arousal and jealousy gluing you to the edge of your seat as your husband's dream woman pleasures him like he's always wanted.

by the time she lowers herself on his shaft, there's a mess of pre-cum and spit on your bedsheets, but he's got more important matters at hand.

"shit, shit- fuuuuck!" he groans when she wiggles on his lap, successfully burying every inch of him inside her. his hands grasp her asscheeks, kneading the soft flesh before smacking it. "you're squeezing my dick, babe."

her soft laugh echoes in the bedroom as she leans forward to kiss him, making his member jump once her lips meet his in a sloppy kiss.

"ruin my pussy." she murmurs seductively against his lips. "do what you've always wanted to do."

satoru immediately brings her down for a kiss again while his hips snap upwards, his pace deep and steady as he bounces her on his lap.

you can see the way his balls smack against her ass, his shaft covered in a sheen of her juices each time he pulls out. it's a perfect mix of raunchy and intimate sex, her body lying on top of his and him clinging onto her.

"how does she feel, honey?" you finally dare to step in but regret it right after, wondering if it'll ruin the experience for him.

"perfect." he grunts against her lips, his arms tightly wrapped around her waist as he thrusts rapidly, the wet sound of their skin obscenely loud. "her cunt feels... warm and snug, shit– wanna finish inside."

her moans have turned high-pitched, her sounds the epitome of lewdness as her pussy tightened around his girth.

"uhm... you wanna give her a creampie?" the words feel foreign on your tongue but there's a spike of adrenaline and arousal cursing through your body.

satoru's moan is throaty, rumbling deep in his chest when he hears you say those words.

"don't pull out... please..." she begs, panting heavily and clutching her grip on your husband "come inside, babe. please, please, pump me full!"

his head turns to the side and his eyes meet yours through the haze of his lust. even during his weakest moment, he searches for you, and that's enough reassurance.

"go ahead, baby." your smile is sweet, it could even pass as innocent if it weren't for the words leaving your mouth. "flood her pussy with your cum."

his member swells up, balls drawn tight before finally releasing inside her with a couple of desperate thrusts. it's a sight you never thought you would see but now that you have, you fear that you've become addicted to it.

"yessss, feel so full." she murmurs while rotating her hips, squeezing every drop out of him and hissing against his lips.

his hands stay on her hips, still kneading the fat of her ass as he soaks in the last throbs

"was this a one-time thing?"

he asks through slurred words, the both of them now staring at you and waiting for your veredict.

suddenly on the spotlight, you wonder if going back to your usual routine would be wise considering that he's now had a taste of her—of another woman. but the hope in his eyes disarms you. besides, you can't lie to yourself and pretend you didn't enjoy the power your word has in this situation.

so with a soft smile on your lips, you give him what you two desire.

"no, honey. we'll do this more often."

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

To Those Who Wait 2

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as non/dubcon, virginity loss, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are tired of being the safe one so you decide to pay for some excitement.

Characters: escort!Ransom Drysdale, Curtis Everett

Note: yeah, I couldn't resist.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like Tony loves himself. Take care. 💖

“Busy?” Vivica hums with doubt. “Again.” 

“Sorry, Vic, I just... can’t,” you roll your eyes at your reflection. No, the eye liner is too much. You think mascara’s fine. 

“What’s going on?” Her voice rises from your phone as it rests amid the mess of your bathroom counter. “Ever since your birthday, you’ve been kind of a bitch.” 

She isn’t wrong. You twist the wand of the mascara and pop it from the tube. You sigh. 

“I know, I’m sorry. Better reason for you all to go without me,” you say. “I don’t want to bring you down.” 

“Hm, fine,” she lets her disappointment through. “But you’re getting coffee with me soon. I’m worried.” 

You nod and brush through your lashes. “I’ll let you know what I’m free.” 

You sniff as she tuts noisily. “Fine, I’ll wait.” 

“Go, have fun,” you insist. “Text you later.” 

“Right, sure.” 

You tap the red button and the call ends. You slide the wand into place and twist the mascara shut. You fighting a losing battle here. You drop the tube and throw your head back, heaving out a breath. 

You don’t even know why you’re doing this. It’s a joke. A date? You’ll just be letting down one more person. You hate to waste Curtis’ time. Hence, why you haven’t told anyone about it. You don’t need them to know about another fuck up. 

The phone buzzes. You roll your eyes and press your fingerprint to the screen to unlock. You expect another long lecture typed out by Vivica, instead, it’s Curtis. Is he already here? No, you’re not ready. You bend to read his message. 

‘Hey, if you got em, wear sneakers or hiking boots.’ 

You squint. Huh? Is he taking you on a hike? Wow. Well, you suppose you deserve that kind of effort. Besides, you’re really not in the mood for a crowded restaurant where you have to pretend to know the appetizer sharing etiquette. 

‘I can dig some out’ you type back. 

You step back and sift through your sparse make up. You pick out a shade of lip gloss closest to your natural hue. Is it really necessary? Why are you even trying? You know how this ends. You pop your lips and snap the cap into place. 

Maybe he’s a murderer. Somehow, that doesn’t scare you. Even as the pieces seem to fall into place. He’s taking you out alone. Somewhere he’s kept a surprise, and he told you to bring sporty shoes. You expect you might be running from an axe in the woods soon enough. Not such a dire end considering. 

You shake off the absurd thought. You don’t want to look like you went overboard. Curtis has been so casual about all of this. Yeah, casual. Just put on something simple. 

The black jeans could easily be mistaken for nicer pants. The turtleneck isn’t too much either. Blue cotton with little white daisies. You’ll put a cardigan over it and pull on your hiking boots. Wow, a dream come true. A date in Sorel avant garde. 

Your nerves begin to go wild. You don’t know why. It’s not a real date, it’s a courtesy. He asked so you might as well just go. You grab your phone and wait on the couch, a youtube video babbling unheard from the television. 

Your phone vibrates. You sit up. It’s Curtis. 

‘Here. I think.’ 

‘I’ll come down’. You type back. 

You get up and hurry around. You grab your crossbody bag and your keys. You shoulder out the door and lock it behind you. Your phone buzzes once more. 

‘Right by the door.’ 

You come out and look around, searching the cars parked along the curb. Your attention is drawn back to the motorcycle between an SUV and Honda Accord. You approach Curtis as he hugs a second helmet under his arm. 

“Hope you don’t mind.” He offers the helmet. 

You take it as you process the full picture. The matte black tank, the leather saddle bags in the same shade as his jacket and gloves, the steel gray exhaust and thick tires. You nod. 

“Not at all.” 

“I shoulda warned you,” he says. 

“I’ve been on one before,” you assure him as you pull on the helmet and loop the strap under your chin. 

“Oh?” 

“I know, I don’t look like the type. I’m not.” You flip the visor down. 

“Ah, well, whoever he was, hope he didn’t spoil the ride completely,” he says, “get on.” 

He turns and straddles the bike, kick back the stand. You hesitate then reach for his arm. You climb up behind him and swing your leg over. You wince as you land on the seat. Ouch, you’re still a bit sore down there. 

“Gonna have to hang on tight,” he pats his side. 

“Sure, uh... right.” 

You hook your arms around him. This is an easy gag for a man. Get a woman nice and close under the fear she might become road kill. Slick. 

“You ready?” He rolls the bike towards the street. 

“Ready,” you assure him. 

He starts the motor and revs. He angles around and speeds off down the road. You pull yourself closer as the wind tunnels around you. The smell of leather fills your nose as you close your eyes. It’s not awful, is it? 

When you look again, you’re head towards the town line. You watch the trees grow thicker as he steers along the country roads. That paranoia rises again. It would be just your luck. Look what happened the other night. 

You lift your head and peek over his shoulder. He rides up to a farm and comes a halt. He plants his feet in the dirt and kills the engine. A thrum lingers in your muscles as the roar of the bike dulls your hearing. 

“We’re here,” he proclaims. 

You take his cue. You get off first and he parks the bike with a kick of the stand. You wiggle the helmet off and look up at the farmhouse and the barn further back. Your brows pinch together curiously. 

“It’s not that lame, I promise.” He takes your helmet and hangs it with his on the handle bar.  “Friend of mine owns the place. He let me have it for the night.” 

“Mhm, good friend.” 

“Yeah, he can be,” he removes the saddlebags from the back of the bike and waves you on. “That way, just around the back.” 

You nod and turn away. You stride up along the side of the house. It’s an old-fashioned place. Faded wood and peeling paint. You pause before you can pass it completely. You look back at him as he nearly runs into you. 

“Everything alright?” He asks. 

You look him in his stormy gray eyes, “you’re not going to kill me, right?” 

He snorts and his cheek dimples. “I can’t guarantee no blood but that’s far from the plan.” 

You frown. What a strange answer.

You shrug and turn back to your path. You come out around the back of the house, sown fields in the early stages of growth behind a large board painted with circles. A ply wood target. A picnic table across from it with a clutter over one half. You cross your arms as you near. 

“Hatchet throwing,” he puts the saddle bags on the table. “Thought it would be fun. Something a little less... crowded.” 

“Oh?” You tilt your head like a squawking crow. 

He lifts one of the axes and holds it up. “Good stress relief.” 

“Mm,” you reach for one, less confident in your grasp. 

He turns to the target and extends his arm towards it. “You wanna keep a light but sturdy grip,” he says. “You don’t want it to catch.” 

He bends his arm back and swings it ahead again, letting the hatchet fly with easy. You flinch as it thunks into the target, just off-center. Your lips slant. 

“You got a lot of experience?” 

“Well, I started with darts at the bar but didn’t like all the drunks. There’s a place you can pay to do this in town but it’s pricey and loud,” he says. “So... I put this together.” 

“Yeah, probably not worth the money.” The words hang in the air, a question whether you mean the activity or yourself. 

“Go ahead.” 

“Uh, oh,” push your bag behind you and look at the target. “I...” You raise your arm, try to line up your aim, then drop it down. “I can’t.” 

“You want a few tips?” 

“Think I need them.” 

“Alright, no problem. It’s no biggy. Worst that happens, it lands in the dirt.” He comes close and lightly guides you by your shoulders, standing you perpendicular to the target. “Alright, bring it up.” 

You raise your arm and he helps you line up. He gets even closer and nudges your feet with his scuffed boots to get you in position. “That’s it, just like that.” 

You grip the axe tighter and your eyes widen. Those words hit you like the blade, slicing deep. The body on top of yours, his rasping cooes, and his cruel thrusts. You blink away the vision of Hugh and shudder. 

“Here,” Curtis touches your hand, “loosen up. Pull back. Yeah, you got it.” He steps back, “when you’re ready, let it fly.” 

He stands away from you and watches. You bite down and stare at the target. All your frustration and fear bubbles in your chest. You narrow your eyes and take a breath. You fling the hatchet without restraint. The thunk in the wood is deafening. 

Curtis whistles, “wow, good shot.” 

You turn straight to examine the board. Your shot is opposite of his, right on the line with the bullseye.  

“Lucky,” you say. 

“I dunno, you seem like a natural,” he crosses the ground and pulls out the hatches. “Wanna toss a few more? Build up an appetite?” 

“Uh, sure,” you agree. “It is kind of fun.” 

“I think so. Even more when you have company,” he approaches and offers the hatchet. “I packed a picnic so we won’t have to chew on seeds.” 

You glance at the sprouting fields. You laugh. It was a little fun. 

“Got one,” he spins the hatchet in his hand. “You go first. Since you won first round.” 

“What? No I didn’t.” 

“You were closer so... that’s a win. Champ.” 

“Alright, no need for the sarcasm,” you shake your head. 

“I’m a sore loser,” he winks. “So, take it easy on me and I might lighten up.” 

🎯

The rumble of the engine stays with you as you climb off the bike. Curtis cuts the engine and flips down the stand. He takes off his helmet as you descend back to earth. Literally. Somehow in those last three hours or so, he kept the world from invading your mind. 

“That was nice,” he says. “I think.” 

You hold the helmet in your hands, a good way to keep them still. You look down and crack a smile. He hangs his on the bike. 

“Another one huh?” He says and you pop your head up. “Got another smile.” 

You blush and shake your head, “I don’t know. I guess.” 

“You had fun?” He asks. 

“I did,” you contend and hand over the helmet. “Thanks. For everything.” 

“No, thank you.” He holds the helmet at his side and stares at you. The streetlights cast ominous shadows over him. He shifts so his sole scrapes the ground. “I hope maybe we can do it again.” 

“Er...” you’re struck by the suggestion. Again? Like a second date. That can’t be real. Not after everything. Oh bitter irony. “Sure, Curtis. I think next time I could let you win.” 

“Yeah, next time,” he rasps. He leans in and you realise what’s happening. He’s going to kiss you. Oh. 

“Ugh, oh,” you trip on nothing and hop up on the curb. “Oops, sorry, it’s so dark out here.”  

He recoils and clears his throat, “yeah, uh, you want me to walk you to the door?” 

“Uh, no, no,” you put your palms up. “I won’t take up any more of your time.” 

“Alright,” he says despondently. “Have a good night.” 

“Yeah, you too.” 

“I’ll text,” he mutters. 

“I’ll answer.” 

You spin and cringe at your building. You suck. You're a dork. Ew. Ew. Ew. 

You march up the walk and don’t stop until you’re inside. You blew it. So close but so far. Just like you expected. Well, then you can be that disappointed. 

You retreat to your apartment and slam your phone down. You won’t think about it. He has to drive home and he won’t text tonight anyway. You just hate a date. A date! 

Was it really real? After everything? You think so. 

You sink onto the couch. You hold your chin and pick your lip. Just another day and you’d be in la la land. This would be heaven. One more day and you may have let him kiss you. Before you were used up and tarnished. 

Ugh. Why couldn’t you have just let it happen? Because those things don’t happen to you. Romance isn’t for you. It’s for other people. And people lie. Even Curtis. Maybe he won’t text after all. 

You lean back and turn on the television in resignation. You put on an early 00s sitcom with a sadly departed main star. That’s how life is. When it’s good, it goes wrong, or it’s just over. When it’s bad, that’s when it seems eternal. 

You cross your legs then think better of that. Even with all the lube, there’s a lot of damage done. Nothing serious, just sensitive. It was your first time. You don’t imagine it gets better. 

Your phone buzzes at the end of episode two. You nearly jump off the sofa. Don’t be stupid. 

You get up, patiently, and get your phone. You sit down again before you unlock it. The message that comes up isn’t from Curtis. Or Vivica. Or Mila. Or Jerrod. 

It’s from WhatsApp. You only ever used that for... 

‘You lookin’ for another weekend fling?’ 

You stare at Hugh’s message. You deleted the conversation but you recognise the number. The two checkmarks turn green to show you’ve read the message. God dammit. 

You don’t answer. You can’t. You’re mortified. You crash back to earth with startling speed. You can’t undo that. Worse, you don’t think you’ll ever get past it. 

You clear all your apps and put your phone on do not disturb. 

You stretch out on the couch and focus on the TV. Not really. It just glares in your vision as you stare through it. As you can hear nothing but a distant whistle. You stay like that, fractured, until your consciousness slowly falls away. 

You’re back in the hotel room. Alone one minute then pinned to the bed. The ceilings tear open as Hugh fucks you. You’re gushing around him, the smell of blood fills the air with iron. You meld with the blankets, shrouded in them, then suddenly thunder roars through the space. 

Curtis rides in on his motorcycle. How? A hatchet flies and hit the headboard, glancing by your cheek. You look past Hugh’s writhing body, completely oblivious of the other’s man disgusted glares. 

“Slut.” 

The word wakes you. You jolt up and hold your head dizzily. The windows are glazed over with the soft tones of morning. You groan and turn your legs over the edge of the couch. 

You get up to make your coffee. The dark roast brew and the aroma eases your nerves. You grab you phone out of habit and sit down. You have another message. You put the phone down. 

You go back to the kitchen and fill a mug. You drink in silence. You take the cup into the bathroom and shower before you finish the dregs. As you sit to pee, you wince. It’s been a week. It’s still painful but you’re sure it’s all in your head. After all, your pride hurts worse than anything else. 

You rinse your cup, pick up your phone, and determine to delete the message. As the chat opens, you’re stopped by the image there. You nearly drop it. Instead, you lean on the counter is gasp. 

‘Thot I was ur 1st' the message reads beneath the photo of you and Curtis in the yellow cascade of the streetlight. 

The checkmark fills and three bubbles pop up. Fuck. The next text comes quickly. 

‘How would ur bf feel about u fucking strangers?’ 

‘Not my bf. Leave me alone.’ Your thumbs tap furiously and you hit send. 

He sends a laughing emoji and the dots appear again. ‘I got a discount. Just 4 u.’ 

‘No thx. Not interested’ 

‘Didn’t ask don’t care but think I know who would’ 

You huff and hang your head back. You don’t get it. Why is he doing this? He got his fee and you got what you paid for. 

‘No. Pls don’t message again.’ 

You bring down the menu and delete the conversation and block the sender. It isn’t until after that that you realise. He took that picture outside your building. He knows where you live. How? 

The police? Would they do anything? Would they believe you? You just deleted the evidence. 

He’s bluffing right. He just wanted more money. You’re not stupid. Come on. You are a wallet to him, nothing more. You’re not naive enough to think he enjoyed it any more than you did. It’s business to him. He did his job and he got a pretty penny. If you could get that much for a few hours, you’d be hustling too. 

It’s just a poor attempt at blackmail. A hail mary for any extra pay check. Too bad for him, you don’t have that type of money. You already splurge on regret. 

You’ll keep an eye over your shoulder but you really doubt it’s anything more than greed. He must have a dozen clients. Hm... that thought doesn't make feel you better. You don’t know that you’ll ever really feel good again. Did you ever before? 

📱

“I know it’s cliche but I told you, I’m not exactly the creative type,” you settle in at the table and look through the cafe window. 

“I told you, I trust your judgment. And can’t go wrong with coffee,” Curtis says. 

“Guess not, but I’ve had some shitty coffee in my day.” 

His cheek dimples and he tilts his head in agreement, “me too. I’m not some coffee snob but some of the water they serve around town.” 

“You’re talking about Smokey’s, right? They serve ash-flavoured piss. Oh, sorry, I...” you give a sheepish smile. “I got carried away.” 

“You’re right though,” he snorts. 

“Ha, thanks. Mila disagrees. She keeps trying to convert me.” 

“Sounds like Jensen but with those acid energy drinks. I told him, he’s going to have a heart attack.” 

“Ew, those things are worse. It’s like someone made mountain dew worse.” 

He chuckles. That doesn’t happen often. “Wow, I should bring you in as backup. Then he might actually listen.” 

The barista comes with your drinks and you thank her. You ordered a tea latte, not your usual fare. Curtis eyes it as he cradles his cup of dark roast between his large hands. 

“I’m not much of a tea person but that looks interesting.” 

“London Fog. Just very foamy Earl Gray,” you explain. 

“Ah,” he nods thoughtfully. Your bag vibrates and you elbow it back on your hip. Not right now, Mila. “Not to be socially awkward but you like horror movies?” 

“I like them but they still scare me,” you say. 

“Really? Something actually scares you?” 

“What do you mean?” You scoff. 

He stares at you. “Do you really not know?” 

“Know... what?” 

“You’re terrifyingly hard to read,” he says. “You’re so lock and key that it’s hard to tell what you’re thinking. Easy to assume you want to scoop my guts out with a plastic spoon.” 

“I’m not much for slashers, I’m more into psychological scares,” you counter then catch yourself. You smile. “Sorry. I’m not... you know, I can be a bitch but I’m not really one.” 

“That isn’t what I meant.” 

“I know, I just don’t know how else to say... if I look at you like a rabid dog, I swear, I’m just thinking.” 

“Yeah, Jensen says I have RBF too.” 

“RBF?” You wonder. 

“Resting Bitch Face, although he started calling it Raging Curt Face.” 

You laugh. He does too. The last bit of ice melts away. 

“I’m on a roll today,” he says. “So I may as well ask, wanna come over and watch scary movies?” 

🍿

The mood is set. The curtains are drawn to darken the room and the television glows as the only source of light in the space. Not much of a beacon as the images on the screen remain in shadow as the grinding soundtrack drones from the speakers.

You sit on the couch, enthralled by the manic horror of the character’s shallow breaths. 

You jerk as something brushes over your shoulder. You quickly still yourself as you realise what it is. Curtis stretches his arm over your shoulders. 

“Scared yet?” He asks. 

You giggle, “only a little.” 

He stays close and you don’t push him away. It’s such a weird feeling. To have someone in your space but you don’t mind it. To be honest, it’s comforting. 

You stare at the screen as the tension builds. As a loud noise frightens you, you jolt and lean into Curtis. He curls his arm snug around you. Then the next startling twist comes and you turn your face into his shoulder. 

“You didn’t say you were a baby,” he teases. 

“Oh, hush,” you speak into his shirt. 

“Hey, it’s alright,” he grits and brings his hand up under your chin. “I’ll protect you from the boogeyman.” 

You glower up at him and he sighs, “don’t look at me like that.” 

“How can you tell how I’m looking at you?” 

“I can feel it,” his thumb rubs your chin and he leans closer. 

You swallow as he keeps coming. You don’t stop him. You’re stuck. Your body won’t answer the screaming in your head. He presses his lips to yours and you let out a soft noise. He presses his mouth against yours for a moment then pulls away. 

He’s quiet as you puff you, your heart racing. “Was that okay?” 

You cough, “uh, yeah... sorry, I... I’m surprised.” 

“Can I do it again?” He asks. 

You quiver and nod, “sure.” 

He kisses you again. This time his tongue traces the crease of your lips. You open to him, unsure what you’re supposed to do. He delves within as he cradles your head and squeezes you closer. 

A warmth creeps up your body. Cozy at first. Intoxicating either. But it keeps burning. Hotter and hotter as his hand slithers down your back. His groan triggers a tickle in your brain and nearly bite down.  

You touch Curtis’ chest and urge him away. He reluctantly parts and slackens his hold on you. You stand up without a word. 

“Everything alright?” He asks. 

“I need your bathroom. Sorry.” 

You hurry away, staggering through the dark, and close the bathroom door behind you. You flip the light on and stomp to the tub, sitting on the porcelain as you drop your head into your hands. What the fuck? What is wrong with you? 

That wasn’t bad. It was great. You were getting somewhere. You were having a normal experience. It’s like you just can’t let yourself win. 

You smack your cheek, then your other. You do it a few more times before you sit up straight. God! What a disaster. What a stupid woman you are. You can’t even blame anyone but yourself. You did this to yourself. 

You ran away from Curtis. You came in here to mope. And you hired Hugh. 

No, don’t-- that’s not relevant. You’re forgetting that. It didn’t happen. You’re trying to move on. You can move on. Curtis doesn’t have to be your penance; he can be your antidote. 

There’s a knock at the door. You stare at the wood. 

“Yeah?” 

“Are you okay?” Curtis asks. 

“Yep.” You call back. 

“I’m sorry if... if that was too much. If I went too fast,” he says. 

You huff and stand. You drag your feet to the door. You make yourself open it and face him. He turned the lights on. You ruined the night. 

“I think maybe I should just go. I’m sorry I spoiled the movie,” you say. He doesn’t move. 

“What? I paused it. It’s fine. We can finish it.” 

“No, Curtis, I’m just... I keep... aren’t you tired of me yet?” 

He shakes his head, “no, are you tired of me?” 

You clamp your lips and pop them in exasperation. “No.” That makes this harder. Because you aren’t tired of him. Because you do like him. 

“So why are you running away?” 

He grips the door frame. He’s a big man. He doesn’t have to let you leave but you know if you say you want to go, he will. For a moment, his size reminds you of another person. One who didn’t listen. One who didn’t hear your 'stop'. 

“This is really embarrassing but I’m just going to be honest otherwise you’ll just think I'm insane,” you throw your hands up. “I’ve never, uh, never... had... someone before. You know? Never been on any dates, er, until you.” 

He nods and his expression stays the same, “alright.” 

“So yeah...” 

He narrows his eyes, “is that it?” 

You stare at him. “Yeah, I guess that’s it.” 

“I don’t care about that. I care about us, you know? About right now. So then or whenever, it’s not important. But right now I can be patient. I can take it slow.” He drops his hand from the frame. “We can just watch the movie. That’s it.” 

You look down and slump, “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be,” he gently touches your arm. “I don’t want you to be sorry because you did nothing wrong. Thank you for telling me.” 

You don’t say anything else. You’re too mortified to muster more than a grumble. You reach for the light switch but he stands as a wall between you and escape. 

“One more thing though,” he says, “I’m not just someone. I'm your boyfriend.” 

You falter and clasp your hands in front of your stomach, “boyfriend?” 

He smiles, “I can wait for my girl. That’s half the fun, isn’t it?” 

He offers his hand and you consider it as your lips curve without a thought.  You accept the offer and latch onto his large hand.  

“Guess I’ll find out,” you say.” 

[chrislilcumslvt]

nerd! chris fingering you for the first time

you and chris have been dating for a while y’all never did anything because chris didn’t know how to but today he asked you to teach him

chris was so nervous to learn how to please you he knew you were wanting something like this for a while now but he was always to scared that he would do something wrong he got the courage to go up to you and ask.

he went to the couch and sat next to you fiddling his with fingers “s-sweetheart…” he said quietly y/n looked up from her phone “yes baby?” “c-can you teach me how to-“ he stopped talking to embarrassed to say it she cupped his cheek “use your words baby.. what is it..” he made eye contact with her as he leaned into her touch “c-can you teach me how to finger you..” she smiled “of course baby come on let’s go upstairs yeah..” he nods and you started leading him to the bedroom.

once y’all are there chris sat on the bed wondering what you were going to do first “i-i’m kind of nervous sweetheart..” she smiled “don’t be baby i promise i’ll teach you everything that you need to please me okay..” he nodded, she soon took off her shorts leaving her in her red lacy panties chris’ jaw dropped once he saw her like this for the first time “y-you look amazing..” he reached and hand out to touch her but he hesitated and looked up at her wanting permission from her “go ahead baby..” chris touched her thigh feeling the smooth skin against his fingertips “your so soft sweetheart..” she smiled “i’m glad you think so baby.. you wanna take off my panties for me” chris’ eyes widened and as he nodded quickly “yes yes please i wanna see all of you..”.

chris hooked his hands to the waistband of her panties and slowly started to pull them down once he fully pulled them off and finally saw you his eyes were full with lust like he wanted to taste you, he wanted to learn already “can we please get started i wanna feel you..” she smiled at his eagerness “eager aren’t we baby” he looked up at her with puppy eyes “please i-ill be good for you..” she smirked at him “you’ll be a good boy for mommy baby.. and do what i say..” he nodded “yes mommy..” she lays on the bed and opens her legs as an invitation for him “you ready to learn..” yes mama..” she smiles “okay baby.. i want you to start touching me” she points to he clit “right here baby you need to get me wet first okay.. that’s important..” he nods and brings his thumb to her clit resting his fingers on her lower abdomen.

“slow circles baby i promise it will make me feel good..” chris started rubbing her clit in slow circles she whimpered “y-yeah just like that baby.. fuck..” chris looked up at you “when can i finger you.. i wanna feel you..” she smiled at his eagerness “your really eager baby, you think i’m wet enough baby..” he looked at your dripping pussy and nodded “yea y-your wet..really wet sweetheart..” she ran her hand through his hair “that’s good now you get to please me..” chris leaned into her touch “i really please you mama please teach me…” she smirked “i will, now what i want you to do is put one finger in me and then another one slowly okay..” he nodded then slowly dragged a finger down your slit making you whimper quietly “thats it baby your doing so good..” chris slowly pushed a finger into your dripping pussy.

she let out a quiet moan “yes like that baby your starting to get good at this..” he slowly started to move his finger in and out of her “yes yes good job b-baby mmm.. fuckk” he smiled knowing that he was pleasing her “i’m doing good mama..” he said quietly “yes baby your doing a great job, start putting you other finger in okay..” he nodded and started slipping his middle finger in “ohh yeah thats it baby..good boy…” chris started to get flustered at the praise “t-thank you mama..” chris started moving his fingers in a slow pace “yesss chris thats it just like that” chris started to feel a tightness in his pants but he didn’t wanna focus on anything else he wanted to please you.

“curl your fingers i’m c-close” chris curled his fingers hitting that soft spot then he felt you clenching around his fingers “your gunna cum..” her eyes rolled back as she let out a loud moan “yes! fuck i’m gunna cum baby!” chris moved his fingers faster then he started hearing the squelching noises coming from her, she let out a couple loud moans then she came then let out an exaggerated sigh “fuck that felt good, you were such a good boy baby..your a fast learner..” chris slowly pulled his fingers out of her and put his fingers to his mouth slowly sucking his fingers clean “you taste good mama..thank you for teaching me how to please you” she smiled and got up seeing the bulge in his pants “your welcome baby.. looks like you have a problem too” she smirked “d-don’t worry about it i-i’m okay…” “are you sure” “y-yea i’m fine i’ll take care of it myself” she smiled “okay whatever you say” she kissed his cheek and he smiled “thank you mama…”

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[faghubby]

Resolutions

"Did you pick up more champagne" Kathy asked as soon as I walked in.

"Yes" I smiled. She was rushing around setting things up for the party.

"I just want everything to be perfect" she told me. "Go shower and get dressed". She told me. I gave her a peck on the cheek and headed upstairs. It was going to be a good night I thought. I made sure Kathy had not followed me upstairs. I went to her lingerie drawer and found my favorite pair of her panties. A black satin pair with pink lace around the legs and waist. And a cute little pink bow. I grabbed my clothes for the night and jumped into the shower. I wanted to jerk off. I wasn't hard. I just had a habit I loved to play with myself. But I resisted. I dried off and slid on Kathy's panties. Before I finished getting dressed. I had been secretly wearing panties since I was 12. But recently had found wearing them under my clothes was exhilarating. I had gotten the idea from flipping thru my secret Tumblr account. I was just finishing up when Kathy yelled up the stairs.

"Paul, could you bring up the ice from the basement" I bounded down the stairs. I bought the ice up. I found myself watching Cathy skirt around the house setting out food, or coasters. She looked amazing. This gorgeous woman had married me two years ago. I was the luckiest man in the world. But I wasn't watching her. Instead it was her form fitting dress that flared out so when she spun it lifted so elegantly. Her legs almost glistening as her stockings caught the light just right. Her heels tapping on the hardwood floors. I looked up again and stared into her pale blue eyes. Her long brown hair slipped into her face. She was perfect. 26 years old. 5'2" Maybe 110 lbs. Perky hand size breasts and an amazing ass. I didn't deserve her. Just then the door bell rang. I rushed to get the door.

Inviting in several of our guest all arriving together. I continued to watch Kathy happly playing hostess. She loved be a stay at home wife. She could work having a degrees in socially and teaching. We didn't need money. My parents had died just before we got married in a car accident. Leaving us financially set for life. I took over my father's maintenance company. But stayed in the office not knowing much about the actual work involved. Sometimes feeling overwhelmed by the men and women who did the work. Strong confident blue color types. The party was going good everyone enjoying themselves. It was now about 11:30. When Kathy stopped the music. She had been drinking. I went and hugged her.

"Come lie down before you" I whispered in her ear.

"NOW!? now you want to take me to bed!" She yelled. I laughed

"Kathy just had a little too much champagne" I told everyone.

"Paul wears my panties, and hasn't touched me in weeks!" Kathy yelled. Before I could say anything she gave me a wedgie exposing the pink lace and black satin.

The room erupted in laughter. I wanted to wilt away and die. But at the same time was more excited then I could ever remember. Kevin one of my friends from college grabbed my pants and pulled them down exposing me completely. My dick pushing hard against the soft thin material of the panties. I went to pull the panties out of my ass only to have my hand slapped by someone.

"Some one has been a naughty boy" Helen, Kathy's aunt laughed.

"SPANK HIM SPANK HIM" came a laughing chant. Suddenly I was pulled by my hands, I tripped over my pants and was held bent over a table. From somewhere Kathy was handed a belt. Someone grabbed my legs as well.

"Count as we approach midnight" Kathy laughed. Suddenly I felt the first blow as everyone yelled 15. I was then struck again and again as the clock ticked down. 15 lashes with a belt. She had not hit me hard enough to do damage but my ass was red. I was then released. As I stood I saw Kathy kissing John. My operations manager. He ran the day to day at the company. We could not be more unlike. His hands cooed Kathy's ass. I wanted to cry. But also cum. Only after the kiss did Kathy turn back to me.

"I've been cheating on you since out first anniversary when you couldn't even get hard to make love to your wife. Tonight it's John" she laughed. For alot the party was over and they started to leave. I fixed my pants and was hiding in the kitchen trying to avoid people. When Kevin and his wife Samantha came in.

"Paul, we were" Kevin started. I figured they came to say goodbye. But Samantha cut off the nervous John. She stepped close and kissed me on the mouth I was taken back but she continued dragging me to the floor. She broke the kiss and moved. I was now staring at Kevin's cock. Sam took it her hand and grabbed my hair gently guiding me to it.

"Suck his big cock, he loves it when fairy boys suck his big juicy cock." Kathy told me her hand opened my fly and she rubbed her fingers against my satin panties. I don't know why but I took my friends cock in my mouth.

"Close your eyes and suck his cock. Cradle his balls" Sam whispered in my ear as I did everything she said. I tried to get Samantha to take out my dick but she just rubbed it with two fingers thru the panties. Samantha never stopped whispering in my ear about how well I was doing. Or what to do next.

"He is going to cum" Samantha giggled after some time I tried to pull away.

"No wait take it" Samantha told me reaching in my pants and cupping my balls. Just as Kevin let go. The first shot made me gag. I pushed back and the second shot smacked me in the eye, a third and forth shot hit me before I could react coating my face in cum. Samantha pulled her hand out of my pants. I still hadn't cum. A round of applause erupted in the kitchen. I realized everyone had come to watch. I couldn't belive I had done this, I quickly looked around for Kathy she was no where to be seen. It was now after one. And more people went home. The few that stayed seemed to have made this into some kind of sex club. Everyone seemed to be hooking up. My personal assistant Andrea took my neighbor and one of Kathy's friends into the spare bedroom. I walked in on My other neighbors kissing and petting Kathy's sister in the living room. Kathy and John had locked themselves in the master bedroom. I couldn't take it I locked myself in the hall bath and jerked off , twice. Finally thinking straight I sat on the floor crying about what had happened.

I must of fallen asleep. I woke to a banging on the door. I got up and let Andrea in. She was naked. I tried to get past her she didn't care started peeing before I evennclosed the door. The master door was ajar. I peeked in to see John had left. Kathy was naked laying on top of the covers. I went in and started to tuck her in.

"Cuddle with me, leave the panties on" Kathy smiled as I had aroused her.

"Kathy" I whined a bit.

"I know what you want, I have seen what you watch on your phone. I have pics of you in my wedding gown" she told me sitting up. I dropped my pants and got under the covers with her.

"I heard about what you did to kevin" she told me. "I don't see you as a man. Not sure I ever did. But you are my best friend. I want to help you" she cuddled and drifted back to sleep.

I woke before her and walked in to my sister in law Lynn on her knees with her head between my neighbor Annie's thighs as Annie's husband Tom watched. I quickly left and started to make pancakes.

"Paul" I heard Lynn call out. "Would you like to help out your sister in law and come suck Tom's cock" I ignored them bit then Tom came into the kitchen he wore only his boxer briefs. I tried not to even look at him. Then he pushed me over the counter. He pulled off my sweat pants I still wore The now stained panties. He pulled them down as well. Lynn and Annie came in someone had lube. And I felt Tom's fingers pushing into my ass.

"He's so tight" Tom laughed.

"Are you a virgin?" Annie giggled.

"It's been a long time since I had a virgin" Tom told me.

"Please no" I wimpered. As I felt Tom pushing his cock against my hole.

"Yes fuck the faggot" I heard Annie say. As Tom worked his hard cock into my ass. I cried as he fucked me.

"Sweety we all cry a little our first time" Lynn laughed. Tom pounded away finishing in my ass. He pulled out and I laid on the floor. After a few minutes I recovered and went and showered. Suddenly the shower curtain opened and Kathy got in with me.

"I know it hurts, you know you wanted it to" she told me. "There will be big changes around here" Kathy told me. She got out and let me finish.

The changes started as soon as i got out of the shower. Kathy handed me a pair of pink panties. Without a word I put them on.

"No more pretend, you will wear girlie things under your clothes everyday. Also you need to have all your body hair removed. I want you smoother then I am. I didn't go to work the next week. Instead I had hair removal appointments. Got a manicure. My fingers where clear coated but my toes pink. Kathy took me shopping. She didn't hide that it was all for me. As she had me fitted for a bra. And had me pick out lingerie. Shoe shopping she flirted with the man who kept bringing me higher and higher heels to try on.

When I did return to work I had new uniforms. I had pink woman's dress shirts with my name embroidered on them and some bright pink polo shirts. But even the slacks didn't have pockets. I realized Kathy had gotten me woman's uniforms. But even girlie then the ones we provided for everyone else. She told me to let my hair grow out as well.

First day back to work. I had a new office. Kathy had hired someone to take over my official duties.

"You are the new morel officer. She led me to old small store room in the back. They had painter the door bright pink. Inside there was no desk. A chair, bed, and a strange looking padded table.

She bent me over the padded table and produced and wooden ruler from somewhere. She pulled down my pants and gave me 12 smacks.

"You are my gay bitch from now on, you are not to even think about a woman other then how much you want to wear her clothes. You will suck cock and get fucked by anyone who wants to." Kathy informed me. I became the company sex toy. Men I didn't even know would come in and demand a blow job. Someday I sucked as many as 12 cocks, other days I sat and played games on my phone. At ho,e I got no relief. I was given the nanny room in the basement. Tom and a few others had keys to the back door and would just come in and take me however they wished. Sometimes I only saw Kathy as she drove me to work. All my sports cars gone. I was just a horny faggot slut for men to use.

[we-were-beautiful]

Forever and Day

So my Lovely beta @loving-and-dreaming made a request for this oneshot ages ago and I finished it way later than I thought... Its done now and I hope you enjoy it. If you see any mistakes in this no you don't For the full experience listen to

Eris Vanserra/ Reader

I never thought the two of us would get to this point in our lives. Truly and  utterly happy. A scream pulled my attention to the two red haired children running around the room with my beloved mate chasing after them. We fought hard to get to this point and had faced countless challenges to get here. 

“Mom is everything alright.” My eldest daughter ask a she walks up to the throne that I am sitting on. There is a touch of concern in her voice that I pick up on 

“Nothing dear heart. Just watching your father chasing the grandbabes around just brings back memories.” I smile lookup at the daughter who looks so much like her father. Bright red hair and cinnamon eyes so like her fathers; when she was younger I had been only slightly bitter that it was hard to find any traces of me in her. As she grew though I loved the fact that I could look at her and see Eris 

“He’s so good with them. Thank you for taking care of them for me today.” She perches herself on the arm of the throne watching her father chase her babes around the same throne room that held so many important memories for our family. 

“It is always our pleasure dear heart. We miss having babes in the house.” And we did it was always an adventure when there were little feet pattering around the Forest House. 

Funny how if you would have asked me 900 years ago what my life would have been like I never would have imagined that my life would be like this. 

I hadn’t wanted to go to this stupid ball; but my father insisted. As a part of Beron’s court of advisers my father was required to attend the events that where hosted at the forest house and by extension that meant that our family was required to go. That meant being washed, oiled, powdered and dressed up like a doll to put our best foot forward; to impress the High Lord. Once the entire family had been made presentable dressed in our finest we head to the Forest House to socialize with the elite of the Autumn court. 

“Stop fidgeting with your dress.” My mother chides as we move to greet the High Lord and his family.

“Sorry it’s the corset. One of the bones is digging into my ribs.” I didn’t want it to sound like I was whining but I don’t think I succeeded in that endeavor. My father fixes me with a glare before we step up before Beron and his family. 

“High Lord, Might I introduce my wife and daughter.” He bows before motioning towards my mother and me. We step forward and curtsy. I glance up at the family in front of us. The high lord cuts an intimidating figure sitting in his throne clothed in a deep burgundy jacket and black pants. The Lady of Autumn is sat slightly behind her husband in a less ornate chair. Her outfit seems to be wearing her rather than the other way around. A crimson gown covered in jewels paired with a large necklace and tiara. It would be a beautiful look on someone with a loud personality but her ladyship was a very soft spoken female. They are a beautiful couple but there is a lack of affection between the two; even though they are sitting right beside each other it seems like they are in different courts

When I glance at the third figure I nearly gasp. He is beautiful. Tall and lithe , a perfect combination of the two people sitting in front of him. Eris, Beron’s eldest son, was a work of art. Rumors flew around the court that he was just as ruthless as his father. Cinnamon eyes met mine for a brief second. I missed the way his eyes widen ever so slightly. It is as if the two of us had drifted to our own little world. I bow my head again as a blush creeps up my neck. Thankfully I am spared further embarrassment as my father leads my mother and I away from the dais. 

Time passes slowly as the night wears on. I had been twirled around the room by several arrogant males who only seemed to want to talk about themselves and their accomplishments. I couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on me the whole night and I could not seem to pin who was watching me. I find myself hiding in the corner of the room 

I don’t realize when he approaches until he is standing before me with an elegant hand extended.

“May I have this dance.” His smooth Baritone voice is like music flowing through my ears. I nod before placing my hand in his, letting him lead me out onto the floor to dance. It's like the fairy tails that my mother used to read to me before bed about the prince taking the princess by the hand and twirling her around the floor until the clock struck midnight. 

Months had passed since that fateful dance. Eris had formally asked to court me shortly after that ball and we had been stuck together at the hip. We rarely went a few days without seeing one another. It had been a blessing that Beron had approved of the relationship. I knew that it was only because of my family standing within the court that we had approval but I was so grateful for it. 

Eris had sent me a message late last night saying that he would be stealing me away for the day. I wasn’t expecting a hike through the woods with Eris’s dogs running around freely chasing after one another, but it was beautiful. It felt like some of the courts overlooked Autumn's beauty. The reds, oranges, and golds of the leaves paint a beautiful picture. Dead leaves create a soft carpet on the forest floor crunching as we walk along the path. Eris holds onto one of my hands as he leads me to a break in the trees. The hounds dart into the field stirring up a host of butterflies. I let out a soft gasp at the sight as I leaned into Eris reveling in his warmth. 

“I love you forever” I whisper rising up onto my toes to give him a kiss on the cheek 

“And I love you forever and a day.” He gently grasp my chin. He turns my face towards him and places a soft kiss on my lips. 

We had been courting for almost two years now. Two years of joy and love; there is a level of propriety that had to be kept due to our stations but we had enough time to really get to know one another. I had loved everything about this male and it warmed my heart to know that I was one of maybe three people that he liked. He had invited me over to the forest house today to spend the day together. I had only been here for a few minutes sitting alone in one of the sitting rooms, but there was no Eris in sight. The staff had led me here so I knew I was in the right place but now I am curious to where my wayward male is. I ended up so lost in my own thoughts that I missed the door creak open. It is the sound of nails clicking on the floor that pulls me from my mind. Running towards me is a small gray puppy and a tiny little fox kit. The puppy reaches me first immediately begging for my attention 

“Oh hello, who are you?” I reach down to pet the puppy’s velvety soft fur. By that time the fox had also reached me, pawing at my leg to be picked up.

“He’s yours. The fox is as well” Eris’s smooth voice fills the room as he strides towards me.

“You got me a puppy and a fox. What’s the occasion?” I smile coyly at him before returning my attention to the hyper puppy at my feet 

“Well read the note, love.” Note. I look at the puppy and see the small piece of paper stuck in between the collar and the puppy’s neck. I gently pulled it out of and unfolded it with one hand while supporting the fox with the other 

‘Will you be my Mommy and marry Daddy?’ I look up to see Eris kneeling in front of me a ring box open 

“My love, I knew from the moment I saw you that I would love you until my last breath and then I would love you until the universe ceased to exist. These past two years have been the best years of my life and I want to spend the rest of eternity with you. Will you marry me?” I let out an almost inaudible gasp. I look into those beautiful cinnamon eyes and feel a snap of a small golden thread weaving its way between us linking us together from now until we cease to exist. A mating bond, I gently tug on the strand and feel a larger tug coming from Eris’s end. Apparently he already new 

“Yes..” Tears start to fall from my eyes “A million times yes, My mate.”  

“Stop picking at your corset.” My mother chides and I am thrown back to the night I met Eris. But now I stand in a large room with my mother and soon to be mother in law while one of the Lady of Autumn's Ladies maids places me into the extravagant white dress that had been designed for today. 

Today I was finally marrying Eris 5 years after our first meeting. And while five years is fleeting to the Fae it seems like it had been dragging on forever. There was one final thing that needed to be added before the look was completed. The tiara that my soon to be father in law had made for me as a small wedding gift and attached to it a veil that trailed even further than the train of my dress. 

A soft knock on the door draws the attention of the Lady of Autumn 

“Excuse me my lady, but it is time.” I hear my fathers voice on the other side of the door. 

“Ok just give us one second.” She responds, turning to face my mother and I. The maid had just placed the final pin in my hair securing the surprisingly heavy tiara to my hair. 

“Are you ready dear?” She asks softly. Tears welling up in her eyes as she looks at me 

“I’ve been ready since our first outing.” I stand and move towards the door where my father stands in silent shock 

“You look beautiful my love.” He wipes a tear away “Let's go get you married.”

I let out a little laugh as the four of us made our way to the throne room. The lady of autumn are the first to enter quickly making their way to their respective seats. A few heartbeats later a gentle harp starts and the doors to the throne room are thrown open. I get my first true look at my husband who hasn’t turned to face me as Autumn court tradition dictates he is flanked by the second eldest Vanserra son. Beron rises from the throne gesturing for my father to walk me towards my groom. It isn’t until my father placed my hand in Eris’ that he is allowed to look. While his face is schooled into a neutral position I can feel the love pouring down the bond as he takes in the moment.

“I love you forever.” He whispers to me down the bond 

“And I love you Forever and a day.” I reply refraining from leaning over and kissing him.

The ceremony flies by and before I knew it Beron is tying our hands together in an act as old as the Autumn court itself. I repeat the things that Beron tells me too and soon enough I hear the words I had waited 5 years to hear 

“Eris you may kiss your bride.” And In that moment Eris breaks his stoic nature and pulls me into a deep kiss for all in attendance to see.   

50 years never seemed like a long time. With Eris 50 years seemed to fly by without consequences. But these last 50 years had been absolute hell being separated from my mate. Everything had happened so fast that night, one moment I had been getting ready to join Eris and the rest of the Vanserra’s for a party hosted by Hybern’s general, next I was being whisked away by the night court's shadow singer. I hadn’t realized at the time that it would be the last time I would see Eris for 50 years. I spent the next 5 decades trapped in a hidden city in the Night Court. While their High Lords inner circle was nice to me in my time there. I would have rather been with my mate. I could occasionally feel Eris down the bond but those moments were fleeting. The moment we could feel the wards come down I made the move to winnow back to my home. I could finally feel my mate  Landing outside of the forest house. I stopped for a moment to take in home; the crisp Autumn air, the colorful leaves and the gentle crunch as I raced towards the place that had become home to me. I yank on the bond that I am able to feel for the first time in 50 years. I feel Eris tug in response and follow the pull. 

There standing in the great hall looking paler than the last time I saw him was my mate. I completely forego all decorum as I throw myself into his arms. I take a deep breath; breathing in Eris spicy scent that is riddled with the undertones of damp rock 

“My mate… my mate your back your finally back.” I sob into his neck for a while. I thought that I would never see him again.

I feel Eris take a small step back before oh so gently grabbing my chin tilting my head up to meet his cinnamon gaze 

“How could I forget those beautiful eyes?” The softest smile graces his face “ They always take me by surprise.” He leaned down peppering my face with butterfly kisses 

“I missed you, my love. I missed your face. I missed your smile. I missed everything about you.” He continues peppering my face in kisses as he pulls me back into a crushing hug

“I love you forever, Eris.” I whisper against his lip 

“ I love you forever and a day.” He replies kissing me deeply 

It was the dead of night, the residents of the forest house all seemingly asleep. We sat on the bed in shock at what the healer had told us. 

A child.

He had sworn the healer to secrecy before throwing wards around me. Eris didn’t want any of his remaining younger brothers to even catch wind of this pregnancy.  

We were bringing a child into this world while his father still ruled the Autumn Court with an iron first. 

“I’m scared.” I finally whispered the words out loud. I had to watch Beron beat his children into submission and pit them against one another. It was only by the grace of his mother that Eris is even mildly wildly adjusted.

“I will handle it. Stay here.” He places a soft kiss on the top of my head before strolling  out of the room

“Eris…” My protest died with the slam of the door. Thirteen heads pop up at  the sound of the door. The hound Eris had got me for our engagement trots up to me . No longer a puppy, the  large hound places its head in my lap in an attempt to comfort me. 

My thoughts race back to Lucien and his lover. Watching my father in law order her execution forcing poor Lucien to watch and then sending the rest of his children after their youngest brother. What if that happens to Eris and me… and our unborn child my stomach churns at the thought. No no everything will be fine… It has to be 

There is one thing that they never really tell you when you are growing up since it is so rare for a High Lord to die, and that is you can feel it. It felt like a shock wave rushing through the forest house and suddenly there was panic. The once sleepy halls of the forest house sprang to life in a matter of seconds. Nobles and servants rushing about in panicked waves. 

Shadows pooled in our rooms and all twelve hounds focused on the portal that was forming. Out of it walks two familiar faces, One the Warrior who had whisked me away to the Night Court  before Amarantha’s reign and the second was the High Lord of the Night Court  

“Just like Eris to rush in completely foregoing the plan.” Azriel, yes that was the name he gave me all those years ago, growled out.

“Well its too late now, the plans fucked but he got the results he wanted.” The High lord took one step further into the room to be met with a growl. 

“Ah Lady Vanserra.” Rhysand gives me a warm smile “I think we all need to go talk to your husband.” 

I let out a sharp whistle calling the hounds off “Yes we probably do.”

Rhysand and Azriel make their way towards the doors to my chambers. It seems surreal trailing behind the two as the fea that had been scrambling in the halls part to the sides giving us a wide breadth. We make our way to the throne room people ,moving every which way in confusion. On the way I see my parents standing in the door to their rooms looking at me confused as I follow Rhysand  and his spy master.  When Azriel throws open the door to the throne room we are greeted with a shocking sight. There sitting on his fathers throne is Eris coated in blood. My mother-in-law standing slightly behind the throne also coated in a fair amount of blood looking paler than I had ever seen her but oddly relieved. Keeling on the floor bound and surrounded by guards are the Three remaining Vanserra brothers. 

I rushed over to my mother-in-law's side to check her over. She pulls me into a hug whispering “Its over, its over, its finally over” into my shoulder.  I watch as Eris’s brothers are hauled out of the room by the Guards who had been loyal to Eris 

Listening in to the conversation between my mate and the Highlord  is shocking 

Beron is dead. 

Eris is the new High Lord of Autumn 

We are finally free of that monster. We can raise our child without that storm cloud above us. Tears run down my face in relief. Yeah the transition will be hard but that is a problem for later for now all I can feel is relief 

After some time Rhysand and Azriel leave and Eris makes his way over to me. He wraps me up tightly in his arms placing a kiss to the top of my head 

“I love you.” He whispers into my hair, voice trembling, “Both of you” one hand makes its way down to rest where our child is growing in my womb. 

“And we love you forever and a day.” I lean up and give him a soft kiss.

Pregnancy was rough. Nobody ever tells you that until it's too late and you are already miserable. Labor though Labor was torturous. 14 hours I had been in labor. The day had started simply enough with a nice stroll with my mate around the forest house but around lunch time the contractions had started and it only got worse. They tell you birth is painful and it's dangerous but I had underestimated just how painful it was as I pushed with the contraction. Eris, who was sitting behind me kept whispering in my ears how proud he was of me and that it was going to be over soon just one push and then it would be over. I had stopped believing him after the fifth time he said just one more. I slumped back against his chest. 

“I can't do this. I can't do this.” I babble shaking my head anticipating the next wave of pain  

“You can do this love. Just one more push and you will have our babe in your arms.” 

“You said just one more push the last five times.” I wail as push with the next wave of pain. I felt the rush and relief of pressure followed by the screams of the babe. 

“It's a girl.” The midwife laughed as she placed the screaming babe on my bare chest 

“A girl.” I hear Eris whisper behind me, turning my head to kiss me.

“I love you.” I whisper turning to look at our beautiful babe squirming and crying in my arms 

“I love you forever and a day.” If I feel tears falling on my head I’m not going to say anything 

“We have a baby girl.” I whisper not taking my eyes off her. She moves towards the sound of my voice eyes wide with wonder as she takes in Eris and I 

“Rozalyn. Her name should be Rozalyn.” Eris states moving to brush a hand over the barley existent red hairs on her head 

“Welcome to the world baby Rozalyn.” I lean down to place a kiss on her head. 

It's odd how quickly time passes and how that small babe grew up to be the female that she is today. The heir of the Autumn court beloved by the citizens of the court. Eris and I made sure to give Rozalyn and her sibling the best life that we could. One vastly different than how Eris and his brothers were brought up. We laugh as we watch the High lord chase the two little faelings around the room as they screamed in joy when he caught up to the snatching one of them in each arm. 

“Grandpa put us down.” The youngest laughs when Eris spins around a few times, drawing squeals of laughter. He quickly sets them down when they yell out that they're too dizzy. I watch as the elder of the two spots Roz from her perch on the arm of my throne 

“Mom!!” the two yell out racing over to where the two of us sit. It is odd to hear mom and not have people running to me instead they are running to my own baby. 

“Hey babies.” She hops off the throne and kneels down to catch the two in her arms 

“Did you guys behave for Grandma and Grandpa?” she questions the two who nod. “ Alright well we need to head home so say bye.”

I stand from my throne and kneel down ready to catch my grandchildren in my arms 

“Bye bye Grandma.” THey wrap their arms around me as I squeeze them tight 

“Goodbye my loves. I will see you soon.” I place a kiss on the top of their heads “I love you.” 

“I love you too they respond in synch before dashing off to repeat the process with their grandfather 

I wrap my arms around Rozalyn giving her a tight hug. “I love you baby, and I will see you soon. 

“Love you too Mom.” She responds, hugging me back “I will see you and Dad later.” 

She goes and gives Eris a hug goodbye before winnowing herself and the kids back to their cottage. I stare at the space where they had just vanished, not sensing Eris behind me until his arms wrapped around my waist. 

“What are you thinking about my love.?” He ask resting his chin on my shoulder 

“Just our story and how we got to this point in our lives 

“Well I wouldn’t have wanted to do it with anyone else.” He kisses my temple 

“Me either.” I turn in his arms to face him almost immediately, getting lost in his cinnamon eyes “ I love you forever.” 

“And I love you forever and a day.” He leans down kissing me passionately.   

[bunbun-mochi]

Reyna III - Queen of Onychinus

Sylus x MC

Warning: fluff, non-major character deaths, torture, mentions of kidnapping, violence

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Preview: continuation of Reyna II

The room was dark and quiet, only the sound of the water dripping and the heavy panting. Two men kneeling in the middle of the room, tied and gagged. They were confused. First, they were at the auction trying to buy the so-called "Sylus' Wife" and then chaos ensured. They knew Sylus would come, but didn't realize he would come this quickly. They couldn't see him, they didn't even catch a glimpse of him. They saw his wife, at least that's what she introduced herself as. The entire auction room was so dim they couldn't see her face clearly. By the sound of her voice, she is equally crazy as Sylus. No wonder he married her.

A rhythm of the high heel hitting the floor. Each step getting closer and closer. Then the door opens, and the light floods into the room. They looked up, trying to see who the person was, however, they couldn't as light only shone through her back so her face was hidden in the shadows. But her voice. Her voice, they knew all too familiar. She has the same voice as the one who claimed she is the Onychinus infamous boss' wife.

"Hello there," Her voice is silky and confident. "Heard you guys brought me. Shall we get started? You two said you wanted to take turns?"

They both shook their heads, unable to speak because of the gag. But she continued as if she didn't know their mouth were covered.

"Close the door," She commanded and the door closed immediately. "Now," They heard her step closer toward them. "Let's get started, no?"

Although the room is soundproof, the guards outside can still hear things being broken and muffled screams that it send chills down their spine.

Two guards stood outside the door. They both looked at each other nervously. This lady truly made a name for herself. A few members of Onychinus had actually seen Sylus. Many only see some glimpse but he's always in the shadows, making his face unable to be seen. Many people always speculate about what he looked like.

Many Onychinus members had seen the twins. Those two are very well known within the Onychinus base. They were known to be very close to the Onychinus boss, doing his dirty work around the Onychinus base. They are more easygoing than their boss but extremely mischievous. They know how to make someone talk. All of what happened in the base was reported directly to Sylus.

And finally, the last person. The person nearly no one in Onychinus had seen. Some higher-ranked ones said they had met her presence but never seen her face. One even said that she made the infamous Onychinus leader bow down on his knees.

Today, the guards had been "cursed" by her presence. All that happened was they were called by their higher-ups to escort a very important person. So important even the Onychinus Boss emphasized the word "important". They had seen her, and although part of her face was covered, there were some noticeable things about her. She has red rosy lips, wears red, and has rubies around her neck, ears, and wrists. She was wearing everything red with some specs of black. Contrary to her husband who wears all black and specs of red.

And she is the one and only, Queen of Onychinus. No one knew her name. They only heard Sylus say 'sweetie' and 'my queen' but had never called her name. So instead, the base gave her a name. Reyna. A name fit for a queen.

I sighed as I slouched on the couch. I haven't slept for a day and a half. Right after the auction, I decided to interrogate those two people who were at the box balcony near Sylus. Apparently, he really wanted me and he used nearly all his money to buy me. Pathetic. Then I have extra work to do. Those people who kidnapped me, one ran away while the rest died. I needed to know who dared to step into our territory.

Perhaps from the amount of work I had done and the lack of sleep, I passed out on the couch. The last thing I thought was that I hoped I have an alarm on so I could wake up in time...

Sylus sighed in frustration. He had been dealing with families who were retaliating against him. They had investigated where he and his wife were currently staying and paid to have her kidnapped. His eyes burned with fury. The audacity of those people.

He opened the door to his office and his frustration immediately melted away. His beautiful wife is slouched on the couch, fast asleep. He checked the time and saw that around this time is when he sleeps. He smiled to himself. His wife's sleep schedule is starting to match more and more to his.

He picked her up and carried her to their shared bedroom. They have a few hours to spare, why not sleep?

I woke up with a start. I blinked for a second before grabbing my phone, panicked. I sighed in relief when I noticed that I still had an hour left. I flopped back to bed. Then I realized that I was in bed.

Someone groaned beside me before tightening their grip on my waist. I stretched into his embrace, "Love, wakey wakey."

A deep chuckle rumbled, "Yes, yes, I'm up."

And yet we continued to stay in bed curled up into each other's embrace.

Then Sylus' phone rang. He groaned, "We need to go now."

I nodded. We both got up and got ready for the things we needed to do.

As far as I know, there are a few families that are trying to "dethrone" Sylus. They thought they had a chance against him while banding together. This early evening, they invited Sylus to their meeting. Could they be more oblivious?

Even though Sylus has many enemies, that doesn't mean he doesn't have any loyal subordinates. Quite the contrary. He has quite many loyal subordinates... well lot more than I thought he had. I used to think Luke, Kieran, and Mephisto were his only loyal subordinates...

I got into the passenger seat while Sylus got into the driver seat. He turned on the car and we zipped through the city. One hand on the steering wheel while the other sneakily snaked onto my thigh. I could see a faint smile on his lips and I wanted to tease him. I picked his hand up from my thighs and I saw his smile immediately fade. I crossed my legs and placed his hand on my upper leg and his small smile returned. It's so easy to satisfy him. The entire car ride, we sat in silence while he rubbed my thigh and I rubbed my hands along his forearm, feeling the veins and muscles under my fingers.

When we arrived at the outskirts of the N109 zone, I have gotten a bit nervous. I wasn't sure what could happen and what Sylus had planned but he told me to trust him. Sylus gently led me into the mansion and into the meeting room.

There are three people sitting on a long sofa and on the other side is a sofa chair with just enough for one person. They were surprised to see me there, expecting just Sylus.

Sylus glanced at the sofa chair and looked at them as if saying "Really?". He guides me toward the sofa and I sat down. Part of me wished that I get to sit on his lap but I knew that would be risky. Sylus wants to be able to move quickly in case of emergency.

They looked back and forth between Sylus and me. I just casually sat on the sofa as if saying "Of course, Sylus would give up his seat for me". Sylus stood beside me, one hand in his pant pocket. His deep voice startled the whole room, "Start the meeting." He commanded.

It's so hilarious to see those people trembling in front of him as if they didn't just retaliated against him a moment ago. Perhaps they finally witness the aura that Sylus brings with him that they have lost confidence.

Contradictory to other meetings I had been to, this is by far the best meeting I went to. They were talking to Sylus, telling him how they wanted him down and ridiculous things like those while tripping on their own words. They were stuttering and mumbling. I sat there, enjoying watching them sweating buckets. A moment ago they demanded Sylus to step down and now they are like they are begging for their lives, trying to make excuses on why they would say such things and pointing fingers at each other.

Then I started to get bored. Although it was entertaining, it is very boring now. At this point, they are just dragging on, trying to live a few seconds longer.

"Enough," Sylus commanded and the entire room quiets down. He walked toward them threateningly. The guards behind them started to point their weapons at him. In a blink of an eye, Sylus destroyed the weapons with his mist before throwing guards out the window. Then he looked at the three people on the sofa who were trembling like a newborn fawn.

"I was about to be merciful and let you go. But then you bored my wife." He said and they looked at him in disbelief.

"W-w-w-wh-at," One stammered.

Sylus smirked, "Your life depends on how well you entertain my wife since you had your fun before." His smile then faded, "You failed."

Before they could beg for mercy, Sylus already brought out his gun. Three gunshots. Three dead bodies.

I yawned and stretched, "I'm hungry. Let's go eat."

Sylus turned toward me and smiled, "Whatever my wife says."

I leaned back on the chair and sighed with bliss, "I'm so full."

We ordered several dishes of food at this fine dining. I would get a little from each dish while Sylus eats the rest. The sheer amount of food intake this man eats is ridiculous. Not only that but when I finished my meal, he already finished his. I'm starting to believe a black hole exists in his stomach.

"No dessert, sweetie?" Sylus asked while smiling, already knew my answer.

My face immediately lit up, "Yes, dessert!"

Sylus chuckled at my reaction and called our waiter over to order. It didn't take them long to bring out my dessert. Even though I have a second stomach for dessert, I wasn't able to finish them so I passed them over to Sylus.

When we finished our dinner and dessert, we decided to stay for a bit longer to finish our wines. When the bill arrived, I was ready. I proudly gave my card to the waiter before Sylus and shooed the waitress before Sylus could stop him.

Sylus playfully glared at me while I pretended to be innocent.

"My dear wife, what would people think about me now that you had paid?" Sylus asked, pretending to be hurt.

I giggled, "Perhaps they think that your wonderful wife is managing your financial accounts."

Sylus reached over and interlocked his fingers into mine and brought my hand toward him and he gently kissed my knuckles, "Thanks, sweetie."

I was honestly happy that I was finally able to pay. I might as well savor this moment because I know that I won't be able to pay for a long time.

@madam8

[bropunzeling]

i got the chance to write a bunch of friend fiction for a bunch of friends and am rounding them all up here! includes a couple timestamps & some new fics as well :) hope you enjoy some or all or one of them!

go all the way (matthew/leon, t, marriage bets series, timestamp post stanley cup finals)

The first thing Matthew thinks after they've won is: holy shit holy shit holy shit holyshit. The next thing is: fuck, this thing isn't heavy at all. The thing that comes in a vague, distant third, arriving at three in the morning while he’s watching his parents kiss drunkenly by the kitchen island and Sasha and Sam pass the cup between pool floaties in his backyard, is: Leon’s probably gonna want a divorce, isn't he.

relapse (matthew/leon, e, post-scf, sex pollen, open ending)

Succumbing to a lust curse once is unlucky. Twice is pushing your luck. By the third time Matthew spent a game half-hard in his jock and counting down the seconds until he could drag Leon off the ice, he managed to tell Leon they needed warding charms before dropping to his knees. Leon had choked out an agreement before he came down Matthew’s throat. Then, tonight, they beat the Oilers again—barely, but still—and Matthew walked out of the visitors’ locker room to find Leon lurking in the hallway, wide-eyed and red-faced. And, Matthew managed to note before Leon was yanking him around a corner, without the warding bracelet Matthew had found on Amazon with a 4.7 star rating and a money-back guarantee.

and a star to steer her by (matthew/sasha, t, alternate universe-space, the expanse fusion)

On the outside, the Concolar is a thirty-year-old hunk of junk sewn together with spit and spare parts. One errant chip of lunar ice or debris from a passing ship and she may just decompress or flame up or spin apart into a thousand pieces. That’s just on the outside, though. The inside is where you can see the care in each cobbled-together seam. Where you can notice how smooth she runs, when Sasha and Aaron fix her up and Bob asks her real nice. Where you can see how hard she works to get everyone home. Sasha loves her, of course. You don’t fly a ship like that and not love her.

still had hours (matthew/leon, e, girl!leon series, timestamp after meet me halfway, pwp, overstimulation)

"Coming three times is just fine?" Matthew repeats, crashing to his elbows and crushing her back into the bed. "Jesus. I bet other guys don't get this shit from their girlfriends." "So do better next time," Leon says. - [Matthew and Leon in St. Louis; in Florida.]

shiner (brady/tim, e, pwp, bruising, mild painplay, coming in pants)

"Hey," Brady says. "Let me get a look at that eye."

dick's deluxe (matty/shane pre-relationship, g, visiting seattle landmarks and eating cheap fries)

“Are you sure about this?” Shane asks. “Listen,” Tye says, gesturing at the bright orange neon sign, seemingly immune to the reek of grease that Shane’s been smelling for a block and a half. “It’s a classic, right? We gotta hit up the classics.”