#hes fucking pink! what more could you want!!!

[merakidoll]

armin was the type of friend your boyfriend thought he would never have to worry about. armin was pretty, a pretty boy with pretty feminine features! red puffy cheeks, fat pink lips, doe eyes, and long blond lashes to tie everything in. he liked cropped shirts showing off his bling belly button ring, and abs. he liked tight things that showed his perfect figure, and armin loved having bling on his nails. bows, flowers, hello kitty, with a pretty light pink or blue color.

your boyfriend thought armin was harmless; in fact he thought he knew armin’s sexual orientation well. but was he so wrong, he began to be question why you no longer craved intimacy form him - to which he would be blown off with a simple “i’m busy.” you began to spend more and more time with armin, canceling plans with him to tend to armin but still he thought nothing of it. one night you wouldn’t answer him after yet again, leaving him for armin. he took that as an opportunity to show up. blending in with the darkness as he peeked through your window heart aching at the sight. while he thought armin didn’t like women - he didn’t, he loved them. there you were naked in the plush of your bed, your toes that were light blue in the same man he was so sure he didn’t have to worry about mouth.

he could hear your moans and the words you two shared the window doing nothing to hinder him from the sight. “m-minni please!” you begged. the suction around your toes making your pussy ache. “hold on baby” he spread your thick brown legs watching the wetness that stuck to your fat cunt and inner thighs. armin pushed your legs open, knees to your chest spiting on your clenching hole, and letting two fingers rub your clit, the gold bows shining. “y-yess” your eyes were low and burning to close. tears brimming at your water line as you bucked into his fingers bitting your lip. armin had a small smirk on his lip, moving his fingers and slapping your pussy making a little squirt dribble out of you.

his gripped his long skinny cock and tapped it against you making you both groan in unison. “you gonna do it mama?” your boyfriend’s ears perked, wondering what did he want you to do. his chest beat rapidly watching armin slid himself into you while he pinched your brown nipple. his own cock jerking in his pants at how fucked out you looked. he watched armin work his hips leaning down and kissing your lips. “say i-it baby” armin moved back to hovering over you and gripped your hips, fucking himself in you harder. “tell your minni what he wants to hear” your legs shook, your hand moving against his stomach to take some the pleasure away. “m-minnn ohmygod” squirt shot out of you again, but armin knew you could give him more.

one hand left your hips and started back rubbing your clit again making your mouth go into an o shape a silent scream falling from you. “tell me baby, then you can make a fuckin mess” your breath got caught in your throat as your pussy pulsed clenching down on him. “m’breakinggg up with himmm” squirt shot out going all over armin and your pink cover. armin smiled in victory, moving his cock to plunge into you softly. “g-gonna be mine forever” he stuttered out, quickly pulling out of you and jerking his pink cock to let out it’s orgasm on your pudgy stomach.

you and armin cuddled together, ignoring the pussy juices and cum that was all over your bodies. while you slept in armin’s arms, he looked towards the window and winked at your boyfriend, kissing your cheek as he did so.

[nuemanfilms]

CAN FEEL YOUR EYES

s.w

summary; Sam cosplays as a firefighter for a job you’re all working, and you can’t keep your eyes off him.

warnings; smut, piv, softdom!sam, dirty talk, sweet talk, semi-public sex, praise, fem!reader, panties pulled to the side, against the wall, unprotected sex (don’t do that, pls), creampie, overall just really sweet, messy, fluffy sex.

notes; surprise, surprise. After a few months, i finally cooked you guys up something. happy late new year, enjoy <3

wc; 800+

It wasn’t the first time you’d seen Sam cosplay for a case, usually in a suit and tie, or a police uniform — it varied depending on the case at hand.

Firefighter? That was a new one.

The elder had managed to clear the house out, leaving you and Sam to investigate the top floor, where the fire supposedly started. Well, Sam was more focused than you. You were too busy lost in your own thoughts about what you could do in that little amount of time alone.

The floorboards creaked as he pushed the bedroom door open, his hand gripped on your arm and pulled you inside the doorframe. You looked up at him in confusion, “Sam, what are we doin-“ He cut you off, turning the lock shut on the door.

“I can feel your eyes on me, you know that, right?” The confusion that painted your features quickly turned to embarrassment. Your cheeks tinting a light pink hue as a teasing smile curled on your boyfriend’s lips.

You didn’t know where you got the boldness from to smash your lips against his, but you did. Sam’s eyes widened briefly, the flashlight he held fell to the floor with a thud. His hands moved to lift you up, pinning you against the wall. Your lips never disconnecting once as you both hurried to rip off each other's clothing.

“Baby, c’mon-“ Sam groaned, his fingers snapped the clasp of your bra, letting it fall to the floor. The heavy metal that clipped his belt was undone as quickly as you could, pushing the leather out of its loops.

Once Sam had pushed your panties to the side, he slid his middle finger through your folds. You let out a gasp, “God, you’re fucking soaked, Honey.” Sam commented, a shiver ran up your spine at the coldness of his touch lingering on your flesh.

The head of his cock nudged at your entrance, Sam’s hand teasingly running his tip up and down your slit. You whined pathetically at his teasing, a smug smirk replaced the smile he held before.

Sam’s hand steadied on the side of your hip as he pushed in. Your head tossed back against the wall, your lips parted to let out a noise, but you couldn’t. This wasn’t your first time with Sam, but it felt like it every single time you did.

Sam cooed in your ear, urging you to lower your fingers down to your clit.

“Shh, shh. Don’t make a sound, baby… you’re doing good for me. So good.” He hissed out, feeling you squeeze around him at the praise. Sam gave you a few moments to adjust, waiting for your nod of consent.

You nodded, “You can,” your words left your lips more breathy than you intended. Sam snapped his hips, sliding out of your channel, and then thrusting back in. His free hand slapped against your mouth to muffle the cry you threatened to let out, “Don’t. make. a. sound. I don’t want anyone else to hear or see you, just me, understand? You wanted this, right?” His tone was rough, but there was no real malice behind his words.

The low groans and muffled moans were the only noise in the room beside the sound of his hips slapping against yours over and over again. His hand lifted from your lips, shushing you, before he trailed his fingers down to replace yours. The pad of his thumb pressed firmly down on your pearl, rubbing in tight circles to encourage you to let go.

“‘atta girl, there you go… So good, Sweetheart, aren’t you? Taking my dick like this, when we could get caught any second. You’re being so quiet too, honey… so fucking good for me, shit.” The way your body reacted to everything he did, his tone, his hips, just himself in general made his eyes roll back. The stamina he held for you drove you insane.

You could taste the metallic on your tongue, your lip held a bruise from how hard you were biting it. Sam let a few whimpers slip past, but not too loud. He could feel you getting close, your body getting limp against him. It caused his own hips to stutter themselves, “You can do it, I know you can. Cum for me, please? Cum all over it, baby… I know you have it in you.” The white shocks rushed through your body like electricity.

Sam’s hips slowed, but kept a pace steady enough throughout your orgasm. He groaned, a moan following him after as he came undone. The grip he held on your hip loosening, yet he still held you close.

Your heavy breaths filled the silence of the room, his lips littering soft kisses all over your face and your neck. The coos he gave you were so gentle, so syrupy sweet despite the dirty words he said just a few moments before.

“Hey, hey… c’mon, let's get you cleaned up, yeah? Good job, Sweetheart.” He smiled lovingly at you, letting you wrap your arms around his neck as he carried you to the nearby bed.

[syoddeye]

the gift that keeps on giving - part one, john

Every year, on each of their birthdays, you're delivered with a bottle of Scotch. Shared. Savored. Spoiled. cw: established relationship, everything is consensual, reader is shared between price+nik+kate, smut, rope bondage, gags, mild degradation, vibrators, alcohol, pet names a/n: AO3

"Is that–?"

"It is."

"And that–?

"Nikolai sends his regards."

John scrubs a hand over his warming cheeks and chuckles when he meets Kate's eyes. Her smile is sharp, wicked. The very same one she shares whenever a plan executes perfectly. She pats his back and lays a key card on the desk.

"Happy birthday, John. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." She laughs softly as she leaves the suite. The door clicks shut after easing closed, leaving him alone with his gifts.

He stares, good manners slipping now that company's gone. He doffs his cap and shucks off his jacket, taking his time to place both aside. His breathing deepens as he peels off his shirt, the cool air a balm to his warmed skin.

"Look at you. Sittin' pretty. Much better than last time." He tugs off his belt and lifts a single brow. "Did our chat motivate you? Or are you on your best behavior 'cause it's my birthday?"

His pet doesn't answer, of course, not with the gag held between her teeth. She weakly whines as he steps out of his trousers, folding them with the same lack of hurry as the rest of his clothes. His lip curls at the sheen on her lips, the string of drool dangling from the silicone, and how her eyes drill far lower than his face. He cups himself over the cotton, sneering when her gaze snaps up.

"No, you care about the rules or my birthday, do you? You just want somethin' to gag on." John clicks his tongue, ignoring her protests, releasing himself to pluck the half-full bottle resting between her legs. Fingers curling around the neck, he guides the heft of it deliberately into her seam as he lifts it. He zeroes in on the damp revealed by its removal and the pink silicone tail peeking out from behind the gusset. He exhales hard through his nose. 

"You better be a good girl for Kate next time you're with her. She's spoiled you."

John pulls the room's armchair closer to the bed and pours himself a small drink. The bottle is an old tradition that he and Nik started. Kate's the most recent addition to the rotation, despite her deeming it unpalatable. But, sure enough, her initials and last year's date are etched in ink on the bottle's label.

He looks over their pet and the rope securing her limbs, ensuring it's only as uncomfortable as she likes. Her arms double-cuffed at her back, legs held open like butterfly wings, tied ankle to thigh. She's stunning like this. Always is.

Swirling the amber on his tongue, savoring the taste, he swipes through his phone to the clever little app, and starts her off at the halfway point on the scale. He sips, content to watch her try and remain still as the egg whirrs to life, tail twitching from where it sticks out of her panties. He knows some of the frustrated noises trapped behind the gag stem from the fact he hasn't ripped that frilly piece of lingerie off yet, that he can't see her pussy soaking itself. He's in no rush. After all, following one near-immediate orgasm, from probably being teased to high heaven by Kate, the silk conforms to her sex. He sees every fucking detail from the chair.

John's achingly hard, purposely ignoring his own needs. He plays with the settings through another orgasm, curiously trying out the new tap mode, sending occasional pulses to keep her guessing. Only when the aftershocks peter out, leaving her trembling and contracting inward, does he shut it down to let her slump inward. He sets his glass aside.

"There we go." He minds as he removes the gag dripping with her spit. "Status?"

"Green, could use water, sir." She whispers through several deep breaths, voice shaky.

"Good girl, telling me what you need." The reinforcement is pointless, more for him than her. Regardless, he finds her water bottle in the minifridge and watches her lips pucker around the straw. "I'm gonna take that out when you're finished. Need anything else?"

She swallows, then shakes her head. "No, sir."

The hot pink vibrator's sticky, coated, and its removal releases a little rush. They both groan, and it's all he can do to not tip her back and take her there and then.

"Kate's improved." He observes, one finger hooking under the rope wrapped around her upper thigh. She squirms, lips pressing together in a frown. "You don't think so?"

"I had to tell her how to do my legs."

"Did you?" John grabs one of the smaller pillows and tosses it beside the bed. He toes it into position, then reaches for her. "Proud of yourself?" He huffs when, instead of answering, she arcs toward his hands, eyes trained on his face. She's still feeling a mite bold, then. That bravado doesn't last. It never does. The second he puts her level with the strained fabric of his pants, her eyes drop. That slip of attitude bleeds into an affectation of the docility he likes. A practiced and put-upon yielding. She'll play along, for now.

"Conceited and greedy." John chides, reaching for his glass. He widens his stance, nodding once to cue her. A chuckle rumbles out as she buries her face into the cotton pulled taut across his cock. Nosing it first, dragging in deep breaths, then mouthing at him, wetting it, laving her tongue over its curve, then down. He hisses, watching her clumsily take the elastic band in her mouth. "Mind those teeth."

When she manages to drag the cotton to his base, he pushes it down his thighs further with his free hand, then settles it on the crown of her head. His cock droops, twitching at her soft, warm breaths fanning over it. A teaser.

She kisses his tip once, stealing a kitten's lick, before opening and offering his cock its cradle. He glides it over her tongue, letting the threads of his control puppet him along until he's as far as she can take. Into the wet sleeve of her throat, breathing hard through her nose. His head tips back, and a prolonged sigh leaves him as he simply holds there, listening to the choked gags of her attitude adjustment.

He starts slow. Kate's probably kept their pet's pretty mouth occupied for the weeks she's had her, but he's seen the woman's collection, and nothing's as thick as him. He picks up the pace, rocking his hips with some vigor when her tongue starts acting more deliberately, less reactionary. She's old hand at this by now. Takes his cock like a champ anywhere he sticks it.

His head tilts back down until his chin taps his chest to admire the sight of his pet working. Her eyelashes flutter over her cheeks, nose scrunching as his hair repeatedly tickles it. 

"Eyes open." He withdraws until just the tip sits behind her lips, before giving it a few shallow thrusts to knock the tears off her waterline. He licks his lips at the uneven lines of her smearing makeup. No waterproof shit. Kate really thought of everything. He shuttles her mouth down again, swearing at the squeeze.

When he pulls out, her tongue chases after, and he slaps his length across it to hear her whine. She lets it slip over her cheek to nuzzle his sack, and he nearly bites a chunk of his cheek out when she pays them her attention, suckling gently at the textured skin. Her swollen lips plant kisses. It takes the last of his drink and the last of his self-restraint to stop her. 

He'd rather not paint her face—not on the first round. 

John weighs his options. How much freedom she ought to have in what comes next. She turns her head beneath his hand, pressing a kiss to his wrist before letting her teeth graze lightly over the ridges of its veins. Then, when he doesn't make a decision quick enough for her liking, she nips hard. His nostrils flare at the sting, and then he moves, his decision made. It's time, he thinks, to unwrap the present right in front of him.

He makes short work of the rope. First her legs, then her arms, hoisting her onto the bed rougher than planned. The hotel bed groans under the sudden drop, but the indignant huff she expels is louder. The seconds he allows her to stretch her limbs as he kicks off his pants is his mercy. 

The mattress dips as he follows her toward the headboard, knees knocking hers apart. Her hand slides down her belly quick as a cat, spreading herself with two digits, and his single-mindedness nearly misses the 'J' and 'P' painted neatly on her fingernails.

"What's this?"

She smiles coyly. "Another present."

"Did I pay for it?"

"Yes, sir. They look better wet. See?" To illustrate, she shines them with her own slick, and she's right. They do. His gaze shifts between them to the entrance they frame. She's dripping like a tap, clit swollen under its hood and almost goading. The glittery paint catches the light.

"Look at that." He throbs at the sight of her hole clenching reflexively, then slips a finger between her own, groaning at the give and the heat. Her breath hitches as he buries it deep and crooks it. He knows every part of her body as well as he knows his own. Takes nothing to find the spot that makes her sing.

The ebbing of his near-orgasm is a minor tragedy, his prick practically begging to cram itself into her, but watching her squirm satisfies the torment. He relishes her whimpers, the wet squelch of her pussy sucking him in. The sight of her gripping the sheets and stuffing her painted fingers into her mouth, the sound of a muffled oh fuck escaping around them—never been a better show.

John works her up to two and briefly considers a third when her eyes roll, but he's fit to burst. Plenty of time between now and breakfast. He might try for a fourth when she's good and loose.

While he cleans his fingers, her legs hitch around his waist and lock by the ankle at the small of his back, heels digging in and urging. A demand sneaks out, too, though when he meets her eye, she's biting her lip in denial. All apologetic, but only when she's caught.

Spoiled, pampered pet. He's supposed to be the firm hand of the trio. She's gone and softened him up.

He drapes over her, arms bracketing her head. No quarter, no turning her face away. Front row seat to her pupils swallowing their color, tears pooling heavily on their lines. Her anticipation and frustration are raw, too big for her to hide. Her sweetness exists at the knife's edge, and too often, he finds himself on the wrong side of it. She knows just where to slot it between his ribs, when to twist. How much to give to make him ache for it. Turn both of them greedy.

Her hips wiggle, heat-seeking cunt in search of a cock, and another gasp puffs out of her when it works. The blunt head catches and, with pressure, notches. "Deep breath." He warns. From there, it's one languid thrust into her cunt. Worth all the teasing and toying, no resistance at all. She's snug, soaking, and fits him like a glove.

The first outward stroke pulls a deep groan from somewhere deep within him. Her heels tamp down as he builds a rhythm. Bullying him into bullying her. They let up when he plummets deep enough to brush her cervix, the muscles melding to his sides briefly seizing like she's touched an electric fence. Kicking when he keeps at it.

Her hands meet behind his neck, fingers lacing together. Later, she'll dig them into his back upon request. Kiss the marks they leave, too. The thought already makes his chest ache. For all the trouble she gives him, she's a good girl.

He and Nik got lucky.

They weren't looking for anything like this when they met her. They had each other, thought it sorted, no need for more. No one else. But then, out of every shop in the city, they had to pick hers. And she, with her effortless smile and charm, had to go and upsell Nik that first bottle. She didn't push, exactly, but the way she leaned in, the lilt of her voice—it was impossible to resist. She was under their skin in a heartbeat.

After that, they couldn't help themselves. The way they showed up to collect her after work, practically glowing. The fucking springs in their steps. Nik's arm over her shoulders, and John's around her waist, as if there was nothing in the world but the three of them, as if they'd known each other forever.

It was meant to be a one-time thing. Now she's got her own room and an allowance.

And then Kate got involved, and everything changed again, simplifying and complicating it all at once. New rules laid down to keep everyone happy and well, but flexible enough that everyone knows her availability if someone needs to eat her cunt.

He slips out to roll to his side, grunting approvingly when she hastily follows suit, arse pressing insistently to his front. His hand curls under her knee, lifting and prying her open, and hers reaches down blindly to guide him back in. The sound she makes is pornographic, pitching up a note in her used throat when he punches back in the second her hole slots over him.

"Needy fuckin'–"

"Please, John, I want–"

Beneath her head, the bicep she uses as a pillow bulges. He bends his arm further, snatching up one wrist and netting himself the other when she tries to free it. 

Like this, he can let loose. Fuck her with abandon. Give her what she really wants and what he needs. Something to stave off the steady march of time, help him ignore the new crop of silvers and grays above his ears. Stretch out the pretty girl on his cock and listen to her cry about it, and cry for more. 

His nose and forehead press to her temple, and she turns her head enough to give him the chance for a kiss. He doesn't hesitate, leaning in to claim her mouth. It's sloppy and desperate, but it's the softest she's been all night since choking on him.

Her leg lifts from his hold, sweat beading along her forehead at the strain. His hand falls automatically toward her clit, thumbing where the skin stretches first, feeling how thin it spreads on the outstroke. It makes him rut like a bull, feeling bigger than ever with how taut it goes. He pants into her neck, grinning wolfishly at how her pussy clenches around him when he briefly teases the bud between her legs.

She shifts, rolling her hips back to meet him, and he answers by turning her, then pressing her down into the sheets. One hand firmly clamps at her waist, the other settling at the nape of her neck. His knees take the brunt of his weight, spreading to stabilize his stance, before rebuilding his pace. He fucks her like this for a while, spearing over and over again, staring rapt at the core of her body. Listening to the slick glide of himself into where she's swollen and crying. 

He moves his mitt from her waist to the underside of her knee, spreading her further, driving in deeper. "Touch yourself." he rasps, a chuckle rumbling out of him at the speed of her compliance. One of her arms snakes under her stomach, and he watches four cute fingers poke out from under his cock to rub herself stupid.

Sweat clings to his back, matting the pelt of coarse hair on his chest and stomach, dripping steadily onto her as he shifts his weight. He leans more of his heft onto her, letting gravity aid the swing of his hips. Hammers down on her fingers. In a distant corner of his mind, he recalls his last birthday and the noise complaints. The concierge's face the next morning, tomato-red and warped with embarrassment, unable to meet their eyes as he explained.

A sharp whine snaps his eyes to her face. Her bottom lip is held fast in her teeth, and he releases her neck to drag a knuckle down the side of her face. He collects a bead of sweat and licks it off, humming at another delightful squeeze.

"Gonna come, sweetheart? Gettin' close?"

She nods, eyelids shutting halfway. Tiny stars dance in her pupils as her eyes roll in their sockets. They snap to him when his palm returns to her neck. It draws a groan out of his throat, that expression. Looking to him for permission. To come, to speak.

"Tell me how it feels."

"Good, 's good, sir. Fffuck! " 

Her wrist must be aching. He knows the rest of her is. "You want to come?" He presses a finger against her carotid, enough to encourage focus. "C'mon, words."

"Yes, please, sir—"

It's his day, but he lets her have it. She comes hard, choking his cock, forcing him to a furious grind and short, pointed thrusts. He follows not long after, hand slipping from her neck in a frantic, jerking motion, the last shred of control he has left before it overtakes him. When it does, it scours his thoughts clean, spills most of what's left into her, and she milks the dregs out. 

It's some time before he can ease out of her, and his length pulses with interest at the obscene sound of his exit. A filthy chuckle rattles out of him at the sight of his cum dribbling out after, freed by the suction. She's a mess. He adjusts, gets comfortable, and then digs his fingertips into the muscles of her upper thighs and glutes. Humming when she comes back online, panting, face buried in the pillow.

"Tired already?"

She manages to shake her head.

They'll take a break, for both their sakes. If the extra suitcase at the foot of the bed is any indicator, she's brought her entire toy chest with her. Enough to keep his hands busy in the downtime. Until morning. 

She's not too tired that she can't help him move her. He props himself up against the tufted headboard, its cheap fabric sopping up his sweat, and she drapes herself over his chest. Momentarily sated, temporarily sweet. Her hand splays across his chest, nails glinting like stained-glass windows. He stares at his initials—protected under a clear varnish, pristine and perfect. As fleeting as the calm. Branding her as his for a day. This only happens once a year. But seeing that 'P' stirs that old possessive streak. 

She drifts, her breathing evening out as her body recuperates. Won't take more than twenty minutes, tops. He could time it to the second if he cared, but he doesn't. He lets her rest, sprawled warm and weighty against him.

"Happy birthday, John." she sighs, her voice soft as a whisper over his chest, her breath blowing through the whorls of his hair.

Happy birthday indeed, he thinks, tracing a line between her shoulder blades.

She's the only piece of heaven he'll ever know. She's his. Theirs. But tonight, just his.

[sweetshuga]

Best friend 2 ✰ MS

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

bff!matt! Best friends are usually off limits, but how can you resist when he’s wearing that pretty pink tee knowing you love it when he does. «Part 1»

𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 – "Mhm... I know ’s your favourite, don’t you get why I wore it today?" He whispered in your ear, causing a shiver of excitement to strike up your spine. "Now, let’s be quiet alright? Chris and Nick are still home... you don’t want them to hear me fuck you senseless, do you pretty?" Is the last thing he whispered before bending you over the bathroom sink, fulfilling your fantasies—and his own.

Your breath hitched when he suddenly manhandled you – turning you around and bending you over the edge of the sink counter. His hands gripped your hips, fingers splaying out in a possessive way as he bent forward until his chest was flush against your back.

"So pretty," he cooed lowly, nuzzling his face in your hair and inhaling your scent, one hand slowly going around until it was splayed across your lower abdomen. "Let’s see just how wet you are." His pinky dipped into the waistband of your loose sweatpants – a silent question for permission.

Matt’s hand fully dipped in after you nodded your head, the pads of his fingers quickly finding the center of your panties and groaning at how fucking soaked you were.

"Fuuuck," he breathed out. "You fucking drenched your panties." He stated bluntly, his lips curling into a grin before speaking in a lower tone—voice dropping a few octaves down from arousal. "Allll this just for me hmm?" He dragged out his words, chuckling to himself.

"Mhmm—yeah, all for you..." you whispered, unable to talk any louder as the embarrassment settled in. Your face heated up and breath hitched as Matt’s fingers moved languidly over your clit through your soaking wet panties. You could feel all the sensations his skilled fingers were giving you thanks to the wet cotton fabric clinging to your pussy.

"Can I finger you sweetheart?" He whispered in your ear, teasing you on purpose even though he knew you were obviously very willing.

You let out a small whine, face flushing more as he kept teasing you over your underwear with gentle strokes. "You’re seriously gonna ask that?" Your breathless question elicited a small chuckle from him, the sound making you even more turned on than you already were. "Oh, baby, consent is important, I’m just being a caring best friend."

You hadn’t noticed his hand slipping into your underwear.

"Mhm, does best friends do what you’re doin—ahn! " Your teasing was cut short by your own unexpected moan caused by Matt’s fingers circling your bare slippery clit.

You were too into your own thoughts to have noticed his hand or the way he was giggling quietly to himself as his fingers slowly dragged themselves down your slit and prodded at your entrance teasingly before sliding back up, making you clench around nothing.

Matt smiled against your hair when he heard the needy whine escaping you and he decided to tease you further, thinking your reactions were endearing. "Oh? But I thought you didn’t want me to finger you since you didn’t give me permission sweetheart." He feigned Innocence, barely holding back his amusement.

"Matt!" You whined loudly, it making him break into a hearty chuckle. "Alright, alright, don’t shout." You scoffed, "I was not shoutin- Mmmfp!! " Your words were cut short, yet again, by your own noise.

Matt had slipped two long digits in you.

"Fuck—mm-ah, lemme at least finish my ffucking words." You gasped out softly in between breathy whines as Matt’s fingers dragged across your inner walls in painstakingly teasing slow strokes, letting himself feel every small bump and texture of your gummy walls. His fingers curled inside you, searching for that special spot.

Your whole body shuddered when Matt’s fingertips suddenly pushed against the outlarged spongy bump along the front wall of your sloppy cunt – your g-spot – causing you to let out a drawn out moan.

"Found it." Matt hummed triumphantly and he didn’t waste any more time, his digits starting to move rapidly in a digging motion against your sweet spot.

Sparks lit up behind your eyes, that threatened to roll back, with each motion of his fingers. You bit your lips to muffle your needy sounds since Nick and Chris were home and could potentially hear you if you were any louder.

However, that only turned him on more.

Matt groaned lowly when he felt your pussy clench around his fingers, his free hand snaking up to fondle your tits through your t-shirt, letting out another groan when he felt your warmth through the thin fabric, only now noticing your lack of a bra.

"Your pussy loves my fingers huh? Listen to all that sloppy shlurp’s and squelches." He teased, mimicking the wet watery sounds as he finger-fucked you, almost rendering you dumb on his fingers.

"F-fuck-- I’m gonna- Matt! Mmm-ahh." You finally let out your desperate moans, only to get silenced – or well, muffled – by Matt’s hand that was previously playing with your tits.

"Shh-shh, baby, quiet now hm? Don’t need Chris to come knocking and asking what we’re doing now do we?" He spoke in a hushed tone, his words strained with barely contained desire. You were quick to climax, his voice and fingers enough to send you over the edge.

"Fucking soaking my fingers with your cum huh?" He chuckled when your eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy, eyelashes fluttering and all.

Matt slowly pulled his fingers out after you finally relaxed against him, your legs about to give out any second—which gave him an idea to say the least.

He pushed your front flush against the counter beside the sink, leaning back to unbuckle his belt, the clanking of metal making your greedy cunt flutter in anticipation.

You don’t even know how it’s humanly possible to take off one’s pants and boxers so fast, but Matt made it possible as the blunt head of his hefty length nudged against your thigh in mere seconds after the sounds of his buckle being undone.

Matt’s fingers were quick to hook themselves in the waistband of your sweatpants and panties, pulling them down in one swift motion and eliciting a hiss from you due to the cool air hitting your overheated glistening pussy.

He let out a low whistle when he saw your pussy, all bare and glistening just for him. His hands reached out and spread your lips apart with his thumbs to reveal your spasming entrance.

"Could fucking cum from the sight alone, fuuck, you’re so pretty." His words were nothing more than a whisper to himself, but you caught them nonetheless.

"Matt- I need you inside, s’badly." You blurted out, a little too desperate for your liking, but then again, you couldn’t really wait any longer. You were dying for him to fuck you, and how could he refuse? You were handing yourself on a silver platter to him and he was more than ready to satisfy you.

Matt wrapped his fingers around your throat in a gentle grip, just to adjust your position. He pulled you up until your back was flush against his chest, the edge of the counter in front of you making it impossible to move as his cock slowly slid inside.

Hissing at the heat and the way you were already sucking him in as his fingers flexed against your neck, eyes closing shut as the feeling of you enveloping him inch by inch flooded his senses.

"Haahh... Fuck, you feel incredible." Matt moaned, his eyes fluttering open to look at you in the mirror in front of you. His eyes darkened and brows knitted together in pleasure when he saw the expression on your face.

"Holy fuck, look at yourself, all drunk on my cock and I just entered you." He raised his eyebrows as he ground his hips against your ass, stirring your insides and pressing against your cervix, causing you to let out a whimper of pleasure and slight pain from the pressure.

Matt drew out until just the tip remained before slowly sliding back in, setting a slow pace that let you feel every inch of his veiny shaft. Your pussy made wet squelching sounds the more he increased his pace, causing him to chuckle breathlessly.

As much as you loved the feeling of him going slowly and savoring the pleasure, you needed more and thus you started to meet his thrusts, pushing back against his hips.

Matt’s breath hitched in his throat when he felt you deliberately increase the pace, his hand that was previously around your throat snaking up to your mouth to muffle your moans.

"Greedy girl," he whispered as he increased his pace, relishing in your muffled moans and the way your hands scrambled to hold onto something—anything as his hips slapped hard against your ass with each brutal slam.

Seeing your eyes rolling back and pussy spasm around him along with the needy mewls that were far too loud to muffle almost made him finish, but he wanted you to come for him again, he wanted you to feel the most pleasure.

Your thighs trembled when the pads of his fingers found your slick swollen clit and started to draw furious swipes on it, causing you to squirm due to the intense waves of pleasure coursing through so suddenly, but you were trapped against the bathroom counter and him.

You could only take what he gave you.

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A few more minutes of his unrelenting pounding paired with his fingers strumming your sensitive clit and you were climaxing, hard.

Your mind blanked, the pleasure swallowing your whole being and wiping out any lingering thoughts—hell, you were pretty sure you forgot your own name at some point. Your vision blurred from tears of pleasure, hands scrambling down to clutch onto his wrist to stop his fingers from stimulating your overstimulated nub any further.

Matt was holding back from finishing, but the feeling of your pussy clamping down on him and pulling him inside with each contraction made it impossible to hold back his own orgasm and he climaxed pretty fucking hard, biting his lips to muffle his own moans as his hips stuttered against you.

His hand that was playing with your clit wrapped around your waist instead, his face contorting in unadulterated bliss and satisfaction as his balls drained all of his spend right into you.

The feeling of his warm milky seed flooding your quivering cunt was all you needed. A satisfied moan fell out of your parted lips the moment Matt lowered his hand and wrapped it around your waist, holding onto you tightly and pulling you more against him before letting his forehead rest on your shoulder.

The two of you stood there for a moment, trying to catch your breaths and also relishing in the afterglow, but that was until someone knocked on the bathroom door – which obviously startled both of you.

"Matt? You in there?" Chris’ voice came muffled through the door.

Matt’s body tensed behind you, "Uh, yeah, what’s up?" He rasped, sounding far too nervous and suspicious even to himself. A few seconds of silence felt like hours before Chris finally replied, "Hurry out, let’s finish the game, you disappeared in the middle of it."

Matt let out a sigh of relief before replying in a more steady voice. "Yeah... yeah, I’ll be out in a bit." He slowly pulled out with a wet pop, hissing quietly as he did so.

Chris seemed to have bought whatever Matt was making up and his footsteps faded away after telling Matt to hurry up again.

Matt started to help you clean between your legs with wet wipes before cleaning himself up and you both fixed your clothes and hair in the mirror.

Your thoughts wandered while you adjusted your clothes. Was this the beginning of a 'friends with benefits' type of a relationship? You weren’t sure, but you were pretty damn sure that this was the best fuck you’ve ever had. No, scrap that, the best you’ll ever probably have.

Matt’s definitely the best fucking friend ever.

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wc. 2k (2,004)

note. English is not my first language!

Isa’s note. First full fic of this year and we’re going back to basics! It’s so weird to look back at how much my fics have changed... Why is it so awkward after the sex part though? Like what am I supposed to write??? Anyway, the ending was kinda rushed ’cause I just wanted this fic done.

Also, @lolastrniolo requested a part two like so long ago lmao and I was still not used to writing smut so I couldn’t really write the continuation, but now that I’m more comfortable with it, here it is! 🎀

© sweetshuga

[burningembers91]

Freak of Nature - The Salesman x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: The Salesman can't get enough of you, he's drawn to you like a bee to honey. It's just a shame you don't know he's watching you.

A/N: I'm not 100% sure where I want this to go yet, and i've never written for a character like The Salesman before but Gong Yoo's unhinged performance has me hooked!

Warnings: 18+ only!, stalking, The Salesman needs his own warning

He’d always known he was fucked up; had always known he wasn’t “normal”. From a young age, his parents had thrown every penny available at psychologist after psychologist, desperate to find a cure for their little freak of nature. Nothing had worked though; nothing had been able to quell that constant desire deep within his soul.

He’d spent years being forced to subdue whatever demons he housed, fooling his parents into thinking the therapy was working. Nothing could save him though; nothing could rid him of the evil that had taken root. He enjoyed playing with people, relished in seeing how far he could take a person before they completely snapped. Human life was so fragile and fickle; why shouldn’t he be allowed to play with it? People so often wasted their lives; took what little time they had for granted. If anything, he was helping people. He was giving them a chance at a second opportunity for life. The games he played with people, the innocent, childhood games were all completely legal. He never made anyone do anything they didn’t want to, that was beauty of his job. Everyone always had a choice, he just made it hard for them to say no. People were greedy, hungry for fame and fortune. He gave those who sought riches beyond their wildest dreams a chance to make that dream a reality; it wasn’t his fault if they didn’t win the game.

This life he led was a lonely one though. Relationships had never been his forte. He’d always been too much for women, too intense. He had needs, desires that few could meet and those who could only stayed a short time. He wasn’t sure if he was capable of love. He knew he’d never loved his parents, had never loved any of the women he’d fucked. They were merely an object which he used to meet his own needs, all of them too vain and fickle for him. He enjoyed a challenge, wanted someone who could keep him on his toes. But how would he find someone like that when even he didn’t know how far he was wiling to go? How high did his freak flag fly? No one had ever stayed long enough for him to find out. He usually paid for the company of a woman, handing them wads of cash so he could feel a brief moment of ecstasy. He’d never felt anything for these women though; had never felt the burning desire that he felt when he was around you.

He'd watched you every day for three months now, sipping your latte in the same coffee bar, your laptop open as you marked your students work. You always sat in the same spot, right by the window with the view of the park opposite. He’d taken to sitting on a bench in that park, right opposite where you sat. He’d watched as your brow furrowed while you marked essays, he’d smile at the way your perfect pink tongue delicately flicked the frothy coffee foam from your top lip. You were perfect to him, so innocent and excruciatingly delicate. He’d followed you home a few times, keeping enough of a distance that you didn’t notice him in the crowds, but close enough that the floral scent of your perfume wrapped tightly around his senses like a hangman’s noose.

He knew you lived in a small studio apartment, number 235. Your bedroom looked out over a small restaurant, and he’d sit there some nights, watching the shadows of your form through your curtains. He’d never been this enamoured with a person before, never craved a person as much as he did you. He’d listened to you order your coffee a dozen times, your voice more beautiful than any songbird. He wanted to speak to you, but he didn’t want to shatter the perfect vision he’d created for himself. In his head, he broke you over and over again, but you enjoyed it. In his head, you were his, bending to his every will and demand. In his head, you were his perfect girl. But fantasy was always better than reality, and reality never lasted long. He wasn’t quite ready to show himself to you, choosing to lurk in the shadows as you remained blissfully unaware of him.

It was getting harder and harder to stay away from you though. Every day your very presence only fuelled his desires. One day soon he’d have to show himself to you. He just hoped you lived up to his expectations.

[bunny-jpeg]

hares, bunnies & wolves

fernando alonso & lance stroll

tags: smut/pwp, university au, professor!fernando, graduate students!lance & reader, filming recording, masturbation, dirty talk, slight dom/sub dynamics

fernando knew that maybe it would've been best to simple download one of those older singles' apps and meet a lovely person and finally settle down. but, instead on a saturday night after a few glasses of wine, he was scrolling through his page of subscriptions. the lovely young people who are a little more liberal with what the internet sees.

and fernando loved what he saw. his personal favourites were a couple who were living in the country that he was currently teaching in. he could tell from the accents that they were from canada.

he had been subscribed to you for almost a year now, and still fernando hung to your videos like erotic scripture. fernando was well respected in his area of study, he shouldn't be jerking it off to videos of people who were close to his students' ages. but there he was, lured by a new video with your breasts right in the thumbnail.

the professor should've known that eyeing the breasts of a younger woman like that wasn't a respectable thing to do. but he clicked it anyway, not like he'd ever meet you two.

"look at that, bunny." he purred as he focused the camera on your chest as he jerked himself off with his other hand. the focus was heavily on on your breasts as you plays with your clit. you rubbed your hand up against your slit with a heated passion as the video continued.

fernando couldn't see your face. you both wore plastic rabbit themed masks that protected your identity. but in total fairness, no one was watching for your facial features. you had fat tits and your partner had a big cock. it was all that was really needed.

"look at you, baby girl." hare's voice rang in your head. lance was the hare and you were the bunny. fernando shifted in his seat as he watched the video keenly. lance spoke once more, "you love knowing that guys get off to you, that you put on a little show for our lovely viewers. they pay you to orgasm, dirty bunny." his voice was low, like coals on your soul as you both continued to mutually masturbate.

the older man could feel the tension in his body as he pleasured himself. he licked his lips as he tried to capture all of your body as your breasts jiggled for the camera. you looked like a dirty slut, but fernando loved how lance spoke to you.

"la-hare." you whimpered, "please." you swallowed as he rubbed his cock up against you. pointed the camera at the sight of his length rubbing up against your soft stomach. pre-cum drooled all over your skin in the low pink lighting of your room. he licked his lips, he knew of all the losers who were jerking off to you.

losers like fernando.

who was in bed as he stroked his cock feverishly to the sight of you. the pretty noises you made and how your lover captured your figure in the lighting of our bedroom. a sweet pink for such a dirty activity. fernando felt like a wolf, a wold observing two little rabbits fucking feverishly. with little time or rhythm, just a wanting need that fernando wish he could be a part of. he believed he could make you both feel good. give two sweet rabbits a dominant in their life. but you were both so young, so fernando would just have to be a voyeur to your sexual activities.

the camera shift and lance had your legs wrapped around his waist and his cock slipped into you quickly. his large cock sank in easily due the amount of wetness and lance filmed the sight of it sinking in. he groaned, "fuck, yeah. looks good, bunny. you like that? you like how it feels when you're stuffed full." his words were like honey and you could feel his dark gaze through the mask. you maintained eye contact as you laid out with your hands tangled in the sheets.

lance loved filming you taking him, letting him fuck you. maybe it wasn't the most normal feeling. but all these fools paying money to see your tits, while he got to touch them. while he got to fuck you against the sheets every night, sometimes in other places of your small apartment. fucking you and getting paid for it, that seemed like not a bad way to make some cash.

nothing more beautiful than you with a small stack of fifty-dollar bills in your hand after a weekend of fucking through a box of condoms. however most of the time you worked on the pill and a prayer as lance fucked you. he had already broken enough condoms by being too rough with you.

and while a little stroll baby would be cute, a degree on your wall was more important. lance continued to film you and you bit your bottom lip for a moment. lance asked you how it felt and you replied, "fuck." you swallowed as you almost said his name, "hare, please. fuck, that's it. that's it."

he picked up the pace and your body shook as he fucked you feverishly, "gonna work you all night, bunny. how does that sound, give them their money's worth as i just ruin you. and if my cock gets tired, well, we have a whole collection of little friends to keep the night going." one time he spent half an hour rubbing a vibrator against your clit until you basically were clawing at him to stop and the safe-word was used. with the cameras turned off, he took care of you. he loved you and helped you calm down. but his kindness only turned you on once more and you gave him one last round before you were done.

you held onto the cover's tighter and said, "fuck, please." your eyes closed for a moment as felt the pleasure wash over you. fernando watched that video intently and felt his cock get slick with pre-cum as he gazed at your body being fucked like that.

missionary, spread out like a fine dining meal. fernando had his fair share of beautiful women but he was certain that you'd taste sweeter than any other. he knew he was getting close and continued to move his fist faster.

he was egged on by your moans and pathetic noises. how you withered on the bed as your lover continued to fuck you. a debauched sight of you being fucked quickly and roughly. lance's words were dirty for you and the camera, the sex was heated between the two of you for online enjoyment.

"tell them how good it feels." lance said, "c'mon, little rabbit. be a good girl and tell the nice people at home how it feels to be a cock hungry little slut." his words were like venomous honey, it stung but made you feel so good.

with a few more strokes of his cock at your needy response, fernando came around his fist and the phone almost toppled over when he shifted. he grabbed it with his clean hand and continued to watch while holding it. his cum covered hand stroked his cock at the sight of lance's hand around your throat as you both neared your orgasm.

you were near professionals, but still maintained a certain level of novice that drew fernando in. lance's sexual words were like honey, but his movements showed a lack of sexual knowledge. and while you still came, fernando imagined what a little bit of training for you both could do. he played with his still hard cock as lance choked you slightly and continued to fuck you. it was hard to fuck from the angle, but he did his best.

you both came at the same time and your eyes almost rolled back into your head at the intense feeling. you were near limp by the time lance stopped fucking you and you were coming down from the sexual feeling.

camera pointed in your face, if fernando looked close enough he could see the colour of your eyes and your unfocused gaze. lance asked in a low tone, "so, bunny. any other words to our audience?" his knee rubbed up against your achy slit.

you giggled a little, still out of it, "i wanna tell them, that i'm glad they get to watch me get fucked." then devolved into larger giggles and lance went for you and the video ended.

fernando was left in the glow of the thumbnail with his cock still erect in his hand. he had a feeling this was going to be a long, long night. because the image of your pretty tits and prettier pussy were burned into his mind. and it left him sexual desperate.

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fernando was standing in line at the coffee shop on campus, he was quite tired after the escapade of your page last night. late into the evening you and lance had published two more videos.

each made the older man feel his grasp on sanity slip and he thought solely with his cock as he jerked off many more times. he almost dropped his coffee cup when he saw you. you were seated at a nearby table with your laptop open and your pen at your lips. you looked like you were over-thinking. lance was across from you, a coffee cup in his hand and his own laptop over. he was leaned a little more forward to admire you.

but when you giggled when he played with your hair, fernando knew it was hare and bunny. he had to compose himself before he continued walking. after he passed by, he looked over his shoulder and saw you looking at him. you gave him a friendly smile as if he didn't see you choke on cock last night.

fernando tried to forget about it, but while he was still in ear-shot, he heard lance say, "bunny, why don't we get dinner tonight before work." and gave air quotations.

and you giggled and said, "don't call me that outside." your voice dipped lower, but fernando heard. bunny and hare, and the wolf that masturbated to their little fuck sessions, all on the same campus. and as fernando would find out, in the same department. <3

[thanosscross]

My girl! - Choi Su-Bong/Thanos x reader - 2/?

Summary: After finishing the first game, you tackle two more before finally being allowed to go home, not before realizing Su-bong might be a little more than in love with you.

Warnings: Implied smut, making out, drug use, reader taking drugs, Thanos murdering someone

It was early, you weren't sure how early, but you knew it was early because the guards hadn't come in yet, nor had the lights been turned back on. You laid awake though, wondering if this was truly the right idea and choice, I mean, people were dying for fucks sake. You were interrupted by your thoughts by a familiar click from the other side of the room, Thanos's locket, of course he woke up early just to get high. As you sat up to get a better view, you noticed him on the steps in front of the large doors, holding the pill up in the air almost like he was examining it, huffing and deciding on what you were going to do next, you got up quietly but quickly making your way to him. Using your sleeves to try and rub the tiredness from your eyes, you could see Thanos smiling at you from his spot "There you are, beauty flower, even just waking up, you're still the prettiest one" He flirted, you rolled you eyes sitting down next to him, Thanos immediately wrapping his arm around you "Why you up this early, my girl?" He asked turning his full attention to you, You just shrugged leaning closer into his touch "Do you feel like..we should've picked to go home?.." You whispered, fidgeting with your shaky hands, ones that hadn't stopped since you got finished with the first game. "What? No! We're here to get that money, baby!" He shouted, you slapped your hand over his mouth in return 'shhing' him. "I just...I want to win the money..not go home empty handed..but I wanna make it home" You whispered, Su-bong noticed your breathing picking up it's pace, so he held you a little tighter "We'll make it home baby, we'll get you moved into my place..which is currently an apartment, but once we win, it'll be the biggest mansion you'll ever see" he smirked kissing the top of your head dramatically "I'm scared...su-bong" You whispered, trying to keep your voice stable, he sighed "Wanna try something?..I do it when I'm scared" He offered, popping his locket open "Su-bong" You warned, he had offered you drugs twice before, on your first music video shoot with him, and you declined, explaining you don't like feeling not in control of yourself and your own actions. "It's okay, we can...make it less..intense" He whispered looking at you through his lashes, you'd be lying if you said he wasn't hot as fuck right now. "How?" You asked, he had already tried the cut it in half trick, and you still weren't comfortable with it, you were just glad he respected that. You watched as he grabbed another pill, placing it under his tongue before offering his hand raising his eyebrows, cluelessly you went to grab it. He laughed "You're adorable" He smirked shaking his head before pulling you closer to him pressing his lips to yours "Just take it when you're ready" You were shocked at first, but his hand resting on the back of your head massaging it lightly quickly relaxed you, never would you have thought three years ago you'd be making out with Su-bong taking drugs aswell. You just cupped his cheek slightly parting your lips letting him slide the small pink pill into your mouth, he never pulled away though, making sure to explore your mouth before finally pulling away, delivering a loud confident disgusting lick to the side of your face. "Su-bong!" You gasped trying to wipe his saliva off of your cheek "wow. that was...absolutely fantastic, baby" He said catching his breath, smirking as the lights flicked on just in time to reveal your hot pink cheeks.

The next game you played was a six legged pentathlon, You had gotten separated from Su-bong and for a moment you felt fear wash over you that you might get stuck with somebody else "Hey..do you wanna team up?.." A girl asked softly, you turned around "O-oh uhm...y-yea yea" You shook your head nervously desperate to find your..friend? boyfriend? ex boss? "Can I join you guys?.." A younger man asked, you frowned, taking a minute to shake off the feeling that he looked alot like your brother. "Yes yes, but we have to find thanos, he's got purple hair" You rambled trying to jump over everybody to see him. "HEY!" You heard a loud voice shout before a body slammed into you "There you are, my girl!" Su-bong shouted excited that he found you finally "Who are they?" He asked gripping you tightly, you couldn't place it but there was something different in his eyes, and now that the game rules were being explained, you started to regret taking that pill from su-bong.

The entire time leading up to your turn you were desperately trying to cling to Thanos, but he was more concerned with Nam-gyu and doing more drugs, once he gave his friend one he turned to you, finally taking in your state "Hey" He whispered popping a pill under his tongue offering his hand up again, you just shook your head taking his hand and holding onto it, your hands still shaking so bad you shook su-bong's hands "I-I'm scared, Thanos" You whispered nervously trying not to let the others hear "I-I'm not really good at these games.." You whispered, his eyes softened for a moment "You're fine, it's fine, we've got this" He assured, shaking your hands slightly in his

Playing was even worse, because of your anxiety and panic, you spent a full minute messing up, then another minute spent trying to get Nam-Gyu and Su-Bong to stop trying to kill each other over Nam-Gyu calling you a dumb bitch for fucking up for the third time. Walking back into the main room you heard Su-Bong threaten Nam-Gyu for the third time in the last two minutes, you just walked back to your bed sitting down. "My girl" Su-young said as he approached you, his tone a lot more soft and gentle than usual "I meant it when I said nobody disrespects Thanos the Great's girls" He stated sitting down at the foot of your bed "You were going to get us all killed if it meant he died, su-bong" You whispered "I wanna go home" You whispered nervously, he just shook his head crawling up next to you, hovering over you, using his arms to trap you "Baby, we're so close to winning enough for us, come on, one more game" He whispered, he purposely pitched his voice lower and whinier than usual, letting his hips ghost over yours. You were flustered safe to say, you were in such a crowded public place, and he's just open about this.

"O-One more" You whispered before turning on your side, Su-Bong hissing for a moment as your hip made contact with his semi-hard on, he flopped onto his side next to you, pulling you close to him "That's my baby" He smirked whispering against your neck.

The next game you played was mingle, and you were worried, both Nam-Gyu and Su-Bong were higher than you've ever seen him, and you weren't sure if he'd ditch you if the number was lower than three, you kept your distance as he danced around, always somehow stopping with enough time to hold onto you to keep you from falling whenever the platform halted to a stop, everything was going so smoothly until the speaker called out two players, you froze waiting for Thanos to tell you that you needed to go find someone else, but instead the air was knocked out of you as someone barrelled into you dragging you away "NO!" You heard Su-Bong shout, right before the random player shut the door, you saw Su-Bong rushing over, something in his eyes that made your blood run cold with fear. The player shoved you down letting you fall onto your side with a gasp, he started to apologize whenever the door slammed against his head, Su-Bong deranged face appeared with a large smile "You're makin me really angry, man!" He screamed before kneeling down starting to choke the man "S-Su-Bong!" You shouted, he was about to fucking kill a man "Close the fucking door!" He screamed towards you, not taking his eyes off the man he was currently ripping the life away from, you rushed slamming the door curling up against it covering your ears and squeezing your eyes shut.

You didn't speak again for the rest of the game, or the night, you've watched people die this entire time, but this was different. You held your breath whenever you felt Su-Bong climb in bed next to you, not knowing if you were next or not "Beauty flower" He whispered "You never ate" He whispered sliding half of his half eaten dinner they provided "Not hungry" You whispered pulling the blanket higher "Please" He pleaded, but you just stayed quiet "Y/n. Don't make me mad, senorita" He whispered lowly, not like before though, this time it struck your body with fear "S-Su-Bong you killed somebody.." You whispered, refusing to look at him "For you, baby, I did it for you, I'm fucking crazy for you, baby" He pleaded, you could tell just by his tone he was high "W-Will you ever end up hurting me?.." You asked nervously, trying to stay quiet, part of you regrets asking the question, and hoped he never heard you, but he turned you around without a choice "I would never hurt such a delicate flower like you, baby" He said, trying to prove his point further by very delicately placing his hands on your cheeks, you so desperately wanted to believe him and relax in his touch, but you were scared. "Y/n, I will never hurt you, and if I do? Kill me" He shrugged, you glared smacking him as hard as you could in the chest "Too fucking soon you dick" You scoffed trying to turn away but he just pulled you closer.

You stood waiting to vote, so far it had been twenty-three Xs and thirty-six Os, as your number was called, you glanced as Su-Bong, terrified of what was going to happen if you stayed any longer. You walked to the brightly colored buttons, pressing the bright red X, finally swapping your blue O over to a red X, looking back you saw Su-Bong give you a disappointed look, you swallowed the lump in your throat as you walked over to the respected area and waited. As you watched Thanos approach the same buttons you held your breath, it was alot closer together now, and it was just Thanos and three other people to determine if you went home or not. You let out a sob seeing him press the red X proudly before turning around "Thanos stays loyal to his girls!" He shouted before skipping over to find you, his demeanor falling whenever he saw your tears "What happened, baby?" he asked grabbing your arms gently "N-nothing it's just, I might actually get to go home" You cried, he smiled now knowing he was the reason for your happy tears, pulling you into a hug he made a point to stare down the remaining players as they voted.

"We're sad to hear the majority of you would like to leave, per the agreement and the results of our voting process, you all will be leaving the games. The room erupted with loud chants and cheers, Su-Bong never releasing you from his hug "We're goin home, baby!" He yelled out as Nam-Gyu approached, his X patch prominent on his jacket, of course, he'd suck Su-Bong's dick if he was okay with it.

You slept like a baby that night, surprised and terrified to wake up to being thrown out of a van back onto the streets of your home town, your bag being thrown after you, after getting your footing and becoming familiar with your surroundings, you made a quick start for Su-Bong's apartment, you just hoped he still lived in that one and didn't move. As you got closer to his home, you spotted his bright purple hair kissing his shoes he had lost at the beginning of the games "Su-Bong!" You shouted taking off in a sprint to see him again, in a setting where you weren't risking your lives. "Holy shit! My girl! My beauty flower!" He yelled out opening his arms stumbling back a little bit as you slammed into him, holding onto him tightly "You okay? They didn't hurt you did they? They'll feel the wrath of Thanos the great!" He screamed out to the night sky "I'm okay! I'm okay, I just..I'm so happy to see you" You smiled squeezing him tighter, he just laughed holding onto you as he leaned down resting his head on yours.

Walking into the apartment again, you were flushed with old emotions, but you were pulled back to the present by Thanos's lips connecting with your neck "We're alone now, senorita, no players to see what we do" He whispered pulling your hips back to be flush against his "Su-bong, take me to dinner first" You gasped shaking your head as you turned around to face him "Let's..eat real food..then..continue this..and we'll start looking at new places, because..I might like you, but this is way too small for two people" You teased, he nodded almost like he was over excited about the idea. Unknown to you, this is all Su-Bong wanted, all he needed was to become big in the rap world, then he had more than he ever had.

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So I wasn't entirely sure how to continue after his death scene in the show, so I tried to improvise the best I could, if you want me to continue this let me know, I love feedback especially towards my writing, I was thinking if you wanted I could do like a half part of just smut before finishing up the storyline, or I could leave it here?

[missmimii]

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 | 𝐌－𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

୨ৎ － 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | In which Matt can’t resist the taste of his companions fright

୨ৎ — 𝐂𝐖. 18+, Vampire!Matt/Dom!Matt, mentions of blood, biting, light slapping, degradation, face grabbing, fingering, detailed intercourse, gagging, breath play if you squint, dom + sub dynamics (and probably more but I’m tired.)

୨ৎ — Mimi’s notes! | Why hello! I know it’s been a while, (like 2-3 months while), but I’m back! I’m doing my best to come up with new and creative concepts that help me with showing and putting out writing that aligns with who I am, I love doing new au’s, so leeeet me know what you guys think!

The littlest of whimpers elicited the girls throat weakly, lips parted as her eyes fluttered open and shut with small breaths. “Mm..” she could hear her heart thrumming in her ear drums, slowing slowly but surely as the pale man’s hands tightened around her wrists.

Matt’s harsh grip tightening around both wrists, pinning them above her head as her body writhed in both pain and pleasure. The faint sound of wetness could be heard over the girls whimpers, neck craned back as the males face buried into the skin. “－yes,” he whispered, a gruffness in his tone as he bit down with a gentle force.

She let out a moan, feeling the sharp pain shoot down her neck and clavicle as his teeth punctured the mantra of her pulse. “Fuck.” As soon as the taste of the sweet, honey-like blood hit his tastebuds, his eyes practically rolled back into his skull. The syrupy liquid swirled around his tongue lavishly, making him groan as she struggled underneath his stature. “M－Matt,” she gasped, lips parting with a gasp as she felt wetness trickle from her glistening cunt.

The tip of his cock probed at her opening, just barely making the friction she so desperately yearned for. “Mm?” A chill went up her spine as his hot breath fluttered over her wounded pulse, lightly licking over the area with blood coating his tongue. Matt moaned, eyes darkening as he resisted the urge to clamp back down onto her beautiful neck. “s’okay baby,” his cock slowly slipped into her, making her moan out with a small whimper. “It’ll all be okay.” Her tight walls squeezed around his length, not knowing if she wanted him to pull out, or go even deeper.

She didn’t know what was more magic, the fact that the wound in her neck was now slowly healing from his salvia, or the way his cock felt so perfect and snug inside of her cunt. It was like he was made for her, and she knew nobody would ever compare. “Matt,” the girl whined, feeling his cock kissing her cervix, the throbbing of her walls around his veiny cock making him grunt. “mm? You takin’ it like the good fuckin’ girl you are?” Her lips parted with a trembling moan at his words, but no words emitted as the vampire pressed two fingers to her lips. “shhhh .. just take it.” Jesus.

The tips of his calloused fingers nudged between her lips, and without hesitation they parted. Matt hummed in approval, teeth gnashing together as he fought the urge to fuck into her mercilessly. Languid, innocent, blinks from her ethereal eyes sent his way, drool slipping from her lips as she hallowed her cheeks around his fingers. “Fuck.” She’d been so good. The poor thing had bared her neck for him, the pounding of her pulse and tight little cunt almost unbearable to resist as he stared at her from across the room.

What kind of man would he have been if he didn’t give in. She’d just woken from her nap, eyes still puffy, cheeks a light pink as her lions mane of a hair framed her jaw messily. She looked so －ruinable. “Take it.” Matt gritted, seeing tears blink away in her eyes as she gagged on his fingers, the other hand gripping her thigh in a bruising, yet gentle manner as he pulled out.

With blurry vision she stared up at him, heaving through her nose as he worked his lengthy fingers down her throat. Her tears ran down her cheeks with small whines, unable to help herself from rubbing her thighs together. “Ah －ah,” Matt tutted, using his free hand to act as a barrier between her thighs. Matt scoffed with a low, condescending chuckle as she used the position to her advantage, rutting her hips up into his palm. “Fucking pitiful.” She threw her head back, Matt’s words stinging, yet feeling so good as he lazily swirled his thumb around her clit.

A string of spit between his fingers and her lips as he pulled them from her warm mouth, the girl already panting for air as she gazed at him with a glint in her eyes. Brat. “Panting like a bitch in heat,” Matt scoffed, patting her cheek sternly before grabbing her jaw roughly. “fuckin’ pathetic.” At his words she felt her tight cunt pulse around the digits, making him chuckle. “That? That’s what gets you?”

She gasped as he plunged two fingers in her abruptly, hand slipping down to her throat as he worked the long digits into her roughly. “You aren’t even embarrassed, are you?” Wetness squelched around his fingers, pooling underneath her hips while he gripped her throat snugly. “course you aren’t. Can’ fuckin’ feel you squeezing around my fingers and cock every time I call you out for being the little slut you are.” Oh god.

Without warning her stomach clenched, a fiery ignition exploding in her gut as she moaned out with her eyes squeezed shut. Over, and over, and over. It felt like she couldn’t stop cumming, the release never ending as her thighs trembled helplessly. “Fu－fuck!” She whimpered weakly, sweat beading at her forehead as she gasped. Realization hit her like a brick, wincing to herself as she slowly peer her eyes open.

Oh fuck me.

Matt’s jaw was clenched, eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at the soaked sheets, and the shaking of his companion. “Matt I’m so－” shit. With a sharp gasp, Matt parted her thighs roughly, sliding between her thighs as he gripped them with force. “Not fucking yet you aren’t,” he gritted, red flashing in his pupils as he eased his cock back into her. “You wanted to cum? Let’s see how much you can take before you tap out,”

“My bets on till dawn, my fleshling little fuck-toy.”

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[luigibigeater]

running on e / pt. 1

--- luigi breaks into the wrong apartment ---

notes: part 1 of (i think?) 2, finally contributing luigi smut to the site and i'm so excited :). this is very back n forth and all over the place so far so i rly appreciate any feedback, thoughts, requests, etc <3

“Shit, sorry, I didn’t think anyone lived here—” is the first and last thing the intruder can utter before the girl takes him out in one clean strike with a kitchen pan. 

When Luigi comes to, his hands are tied securely to the old-fashioned furnace behind him with a pink rope that seems intended for shibari. The initial onset of panic is eclipsed by confusion: the warm weight on his legs is the slumbering body of a plump black cat who seems to have made a home for itself on his lap. A girl sits upon a cushion directly across the room from him with her legs crossed and her eyes closed as if lost in profound meditation. She’s surrounded by dozens of tiny tealight flames, the sole lightsource. 

The room is white and sparse, furnished by no more than a frameless mattress and an overlarge mirror, but it’s warm nonetheless in the buttery candlelight. The rich oriental rug which covers much of the floor is all the color offered by the space. 

Luigi has no fucking idea what to do so he simply sits still, hoping he’ll find some way out of this before the girl’s eyes open. His coat, shoes, and mask are all still on but he can see his backpack discarded in the darkness of the next room and it looks rifled through. The cat stirs at the slightest of his tugs against the binding and it glares at him with its big golden eyes. As if psychically connected to her pet, the girl’s gaze fixes on him not a moment later. They share in a minute or so of silent staring and her expression maintains such unbroken placidity that Luigi can’t repress the nervous chuckle that crackles out of him.

“So,” he begins, swallowing thickly. “What the fuck?”

“You can relax, I’m not calling any cops on you.” The cat resumes its previous position, at ease. 

“So what am I tied up for?”

“Because my home is not a place for men to roam free.”

“Right, okay, that’s fair. And, um—if you were to call the cops—it would be for…breaking in…or?” Luigi tries to tread lightly, tries to keep his face flat and neutral, but he knows how expressive he can be. 

“I know who you are, if that’s what you’re asking. But I won’t call the cops on you for that either.” 

“Thank you,” he exhales shakily, heavily relieved despite the persistent lack of clarity. “Thank you, thank you.”

“Seemed like you really needed a place to stay so I’ve given you one. But I have my rules.” The girl’s eyes narrow at Luigi; he nods with the eager petulance of a child who craves approval while his gaze wanders mischievously down to where her nipples protrude through a snug white tank. She scoffs lightly and closes her eyes once more.

“I’m super grateful for it. Um, your hospitality.” Luigi shifts around, trying to get comfortable despite the rope. The girl ignores him and he chews his lip as he racks his mind for something to say, wondering if this is one of those sticky scenarios he can charm his way out of. Something tells him it’s not. Though physically attractive, there’s an undeniable strangeness about his captor, an almost supernatural quality, as unsettling as it is endearing, and he wonders if he should be more afraid. Some of the candles around her are close enough to singe the bare skin of her legs but she seems unperturbed. 

“Your cat is really sweet,” Luigi tries, pouting beneath his mask in a way girls have called cute before. “Wish I could pet her…”

The girl laughs breathily, eyes still closed in denial of him, as if perceiving his thoughts. And indeed Luigi was trying to convince himself that if she would just look at him, just take down his mask so he could show off his smile, he would get whatever he wanted. 

“So, are you meditating? Cause I love to meditate. But, I mean, my mind can race like crazy when I do it so I have to make up mantras to interrupt my thoughts. Just over and over, anything I can focus on. Usually affirmations, you know, like ‘I’m not crazy, I’m not crazy, I’m not crazy.’ Sometimes even just one word can do the trick too, of course, like ‘fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—”

“—up! Shut the fuck up!” 

“I’m just trying to center you, trust me, it’ll help. Just listen to my voice: fuck, fuck, fuck—”

“Luigi,” the girl groans as she begins moving her candles aside, one by one. His blood cools at the sound of his government name; it’s confirmation that she does indeed know who she is.

“God, Luigi,” the girl crawls across the room toward him with one little flame in hand. His breath intensifies as she grabs his chin roughly, easing his mask down with her fingers, letting them tease open his lips. Brows clenched together, bambi eyes trembling in the weak light, he’s sex personified, and the girl sighs lustily, delighted to find the real man even better than the pictures. Their mutual arousal is tangible at this distance: him at the scent of jasmine in her hair, her at the trickle of partially dried blood at his hairline where the pan made contact. 

“Wh- what are you—” Luigi gasps when the hot wax hits his cheek. “Owwwww, what the fuck?”

“I know what you’re doing, trying to catch me with my guard down, you fuck, fuck, fuck. Not gonna happen.” She crawls away so that he can see her ass peaking out of pajama shorts. He takes the sight in greedily.

“Jesus Christ, I feel like you just jizzed on me. This is so fucking weird,” he keens, trying to rub the wax off onto his shoulder, watching curiously as she goes into her nearly vacant closet. 

“Behave before it gets weirder,” she says as she comes back with fabric balled in her hand. “Oh, and don’t touch the baby.” The girl squats down again to wrench her cat from his lap.

“I didn’t touch anything! The baby touched me,” Luigi taunts, making no effort to conceal what’s now so hard to miss in his pants. 

“She gets it. There’s something very touchable about you,” the girl murmurs, face nuzzled into the fur on her cat’s neck so that all Luigi can see are her eyes. He can’t help the way his cock pulses. She doesn’t miss it.

“Yeah, you look pretty touchable too, like, kinda fucking hot…” Eyes glossy, flushed, they take each other in for a few silent beats that are marked only by the sounds of the city beyond them. 

“Alright, well, I actually need you to shut the fuck up now. I have reading to do, so,” she places her cat aside gently and moves her wadded panties toward his face.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait,” Luigi starts to ramble again, panicking. “Can I please just piss first? Please, please just let me use your toilet real quick and then I promise I’ll follow all your rules. Assuming you have a toilet, I dunno, you don’t have much in here. But you know all about me, right, so you probably know about my back and my fucked up bladder? Please? Please, you don’t want me to ruin your carpet, do you?”

The girl grows visibly annoyed and, again, takes hold of his face harshly so that she can force her makeshift gag into his mouth, finishing it off with a scarf. Her stomach flips at the desperation in his eyes, the pathetic sounds he manages around the fabric, the way his hips jerk. She backs away so she can take it all in.

He doesn’t seem any more or less upset when she retrieves his journal, the one she’d found in his backpack, from under her mattress. She stretches out across her carpet on her stomach to read, not too far from him, her ass arching up and her top plunging to multiply his torture. 

They stay that way for a while, the girl humming occasionally when she likes an idea in his writing, Luigi shifting his legs occasionally in discomfort. “I like your mind,” she tells him. At a certain point, he starts to whimper loudly enough that she loses focus (but never loudly enough for any neighbors to hear). 

“What, Luigi?” The girl huffs, dropping the notebook. His rhythmic noises take on a new quality as if he’s saying please, please, please. Every part of his body absolutely begs for relief: thick brows taut, eyes watery, the curls at his forehead beginning to dampen with sweat, jaw clenching hard around the gag. His hips rock languidly with a fluency that makes the girl ache, her thighs squeezing together.

“The more you do that, the more I want to wreck you. You can just let it out, you know, I obviously don’t give a fuck. Actually, no, I think I’d really, really like to watch you piss right here and embarrass yourself. You deserve it for ruining my night and scaring the fuck out of me. Bet you regret breaking in here now, huh? A grown fucking man with an annoying ass mouth just absolutely degrading himself for me, I think I like that a lot. I wish you’d just fucking do it already, Luigi, just fucking let go for me. And then we’ll see what other disgusting shit I can make you do.”

Luigi cuts her trail of words off with a grunt so depraved that it borders on bestial, jaw so tight that veins are showing, face flushed like he’s excited about this too. The girl laughs with pleasure to see the physical proof that he’s finally given up and given in. She reaches over to free him from the gag.

At first he looks disgusted with her, almost angry, lips furled and swollen, chest heaving. 

“Can you ever forgive me?” She teases, leaning closer to him than she’d ever been. 

“No. You’re fucking insane,” he growls. But as Luigi stares into the girl’s eyes, at the sinister humor in her expression, as he regains his composure, breath evening out, he laughs, slumping with newfound relief. “Fuck.”

“Finally out of things to say?”

Luigi lurches forward, suddenly freed, and grabs the girl's throat with one hand while using the other to pin her arms behind her back. She doesn’t protest, to his surprise, keeping quiet and pliant as he ties her wrists behind her.

“Does that hurt?” He asks, giving the rope one final tug for reassurance. She shakes her head no. Luigi carries her over to her bed like she’s a doll and sits her down on it. He removes his coat, places his journal back in his bag, takes out his gun, fiddles with it, rolls up his sleeves, blows out the candles, turns on the ceiling lamp, paces the room back and forth, gaze shifting between the girl and the floor, the girl and the floor.

“Are you mustering up the courage to kill me?”

“What? No! I’m—” Luigi cuts himself off and squats before her so that their faces are only a few inches apart. “Look, I don’t know what to do. I’m fucking fucked, as you well know, and sooner or later I’ll get caught. I broke in here because I thought this apartment was vacant. It didn’t cross my mind that it might belong to a psychotic minimalist. I need to take a fucking shower because you fucking made me piss myself and I don’t trust you to sit here unsupervised. I also think I want to fuck the shit out of you but I can’t tell if that’d be wrong or not given the dynamic we find ourselves in but, at the same time, I’m not the one who started it…”

The girl stares poutily at him, refusing to answer for a few seconds. 

“Finally out of things to say?” He jeers, mocking her voice by putting on a higher pitch. The girl spits in his eye forcefully and Luigi doesn’t hesitate to slap her so hard that her ears ring. But the way she turns to look back at him, her bottom lip clasped hard between her teeth, gives him all the clarity he needs.

“Get the fuck up,” he barks, tugging her to her feet by the hair. He stands behind her, several inches taller, his front flush against her back, and she watches in the mirror as he bites down on the side of her neck. He glances at their reflection, teeth still busy devastating the sensitive skin, as he shoves her top up to her collarbone with one hand and shoves the other down the front of her shorts, moaning at the sight of it all.

It’s not a shock to him that she’s already wet against his fingers as they go to circle her clit a few times but it racks his body with another pathetically pleasured noise nonetheless. She can feel his chest vibrate with the sound. 

“You know you moan like a bitch,” she simpers, testing him, and it earns her another harsh slap, this time to the ass. Luigi then draws his gun out from where he’d tucked it in the waistband of his pants and slowly raises the barrel to her temple. 

“You like talking like you’re still in charge, huh?” He speaks softly, right up against her ear, and she can’t tell if she’s shaking with fear or arousal. “That’s okay, it’s okay. Daddy’ll show you who’s in charge. Let daddy show you, hm?”

Luigi nudges the cool gun harder into her head as if to remind her that it’s there before momentarily retiring to retrieve a chair from the room over. He forces her to sit facing the mirror, tearing her panties and shorts off in a motion so rough that it leaves scratches, before pressing his face hard between her legs like he wants to disappear there.

Now it’s the girl’s turn to croon her desire. As the night’s events had already proven, Luigi loves heavy eye contact. And that doesn’t change as he licks at her ferally, spits on her already soaked cunt, and nibbles at her clit till she’s writhing. 

“Daddy, daddy,” she chants as he tongue fucks her, shocking herself with her own pliancy. She claws at her own hands bound behind her, wishing she could fist them in the tight coils of his hair. The restraint only doubles her pleasure. “Jesus, fuck, I—”

“Huh? What is it?” He pauses his determined movements to speak, lapping slowly at her while he waits for a reply. She whines in frustration and he smirks while catching his breath. He flutters his lashes up at her, humming, “did you need to tell me something?”

“Just that- if- if you want to make me cum, you should use your fingers,” she manages. He raises his eyebrows (ugh, God, you know what I mean) in a way that makes her stomach ache with want and he has to lean back a bit to dodge her desperate thrusts. 

“Ohhh, that’s what you want. See that’s a good use of your mouth, telling daddy what you want. Not that I’m always gonna give it to you so readily,” he grins as he takes firm hold of one hip to control her stuttering pelvis. 

He pushes inside gently with his middle and ring finger to start, just a knuckle in, and then tastes the slickness greedily on his tongue, adding even more wetness to the mix with his saliva. One cheek resting on her inner thigh, he watches his hand move in and out torturously for a few thrusts before latching his lips hungrily back onto her clit. 

It goes on like that for a bit, Luigi attentive to her body’s responses so that he can nail the rhythm she so badly craves. She stares in awe of him, her moans unrestrained, and she feels her attraction toward him taking on a dangerous edge as it transcends the physical plane. It’s him, fuck, I fucking want him, she whimpers internally. His writing, his wisdom, his brilliance, his sharpness, his cockiness, his humor, his bravery. He’s probably going away for good and this is the only time I’ll know him and here he is eating me out like I’m his final meal on death row…

Luigi’s excitement seems to intensify when he notices her crying and she can’t help but cum without warning the moment he starts humming against her like he’s the one getting head. It’s everything about him that causes her to seize up, thighs squeezing around him, before releasing; it's the sight of him rubbing himself through his pants like a virgin, too excited to practice restraint, and it’s how lost he seems in the act of pleasuring her, despite his insistence that he’s the one in control. 

He doesn’t ask what the motive is behind her tears but he wipes them on the sleeve of his shirt with concerned care, pointlessly so as they have yet to cease flowing. Each time they lock eyes, she suspects he can understand her, and this time is no different. Still on his knees, Luigi presses his head into her stomach so he can reach around and untie her wrists for her. She holds his head there against her torso, sobbing into his curls, grateful she can finally card her hands through them. He draws soothing circles into her thighs, letting himself be held. 

When she finally calms a bit, he pulls back to ask in all seriousness if he’d hurt her. She insists that he hadn’t. She doesn’t tell him how badly it hurts to know that he’ll likely never know freedom again, that this country will make a symbol of his young life, that she’ll probably never see him again. 

“Luigi, I’m sorry,” the girl deftly reaches down his back to snatch his gun and then wrenches his head back by the hair so she can press the barrel just past his lips.

“This is such a stu’id ‘ucking ga’e,” he groans, words partially impeded by the cold steel intrusion. She laughs and he finds himself grinning at the wild contrast between the display of humor and her tragically lovely tear-stained face.

“What game?” This time it’s his turn to get slapped, teeth knocking painfully against the gun.

“You’re ‘ucking crazy…” he musters, moaning uninhibitedly at the contradictory pleasure of being degraded.

[moghedien]

Ok, that argument about Dr D (my favorite nickname for him) is cute and I’m also thinking about Cynthia saying that they are still the same people as they've been the whole time, they're just different to each other now. Glinda’s still being a dick and Elphaba’s still rightfully defending him but it’s different now

Yeah yeah yeah

in that instance its different now because they're still arguing basically who they would before but in a much more friendly way because Elphaba gets that Glinda isn't trying to be rude she's just ignorant and Glinda gets that Elphaba isn't trying to challenge her, she's just concerned about Dr Dilly getting the respect he should. Like they're not going to just stop and accept every little thing about the other person that they wouldn't have the day before, but they like get the other person now and why they do the things they do

(And low key now that I heard this little argument and knowing how this scene plays out, and seeing the deleted scene with the two of them in sorcery class, I wonder if Glinda thinks that Elphaba didn't choose her to save the cub)

ANYWAY, this kinda also gives me an excuse to bring up something I've been wanting to, which is the fact that basically from the Ozdust until the mess in the Emerald City, you see how they act doesn't really change but you can also see how they act with each other slowly meshing. You can see this in how they dress, even. Elphaba's clothes start to change some after Popular because of course, but its still very much Elphaba's style. She doesn't suddenly look like Glinda. But then look at what Glinda is wearing in One Short Day. With the little over jacket, literally the only thing that makes it something Glinda would wear instead of Elphie is that its pink and not black. She's also being influenced by Elphaba physically but is still very much Glinda.

Which is to say, they're still the same, but they're different with each other and you can tell that it was doing both of them so much good. They're becoming better versions of who they've always been because of each other. Elphaba was loosening up and being accepted and learning to have fun. Glinda was learning how to actually be a good person and for probably the first time had a friend that didn't just want to use her for their reputation and who she could genuinely rely on. Like, what we got was the BEGINNING of their relationship and it was clearly not without little arguments and squabbles, but it was doing both of them so much good.

And so imagine how much better they both would have been if they had never gone to the Emerald City and had been given a chance to like grow and learn and actually develop their skills before they had to make the choices they made at the end of this movie. Like, I genuinely think that if they had just had some fucking time, they coulda taken this shit down together so much easier and without so much personal heartache. The tragedy is that they weren't given any fucking time

[chrissturnioloswife88]

In which… reader accidentally gives Chris a viagra instead of headache medicine.

warnings: viagra, its smut so…, p in v, pain, sorry if i missed any.

You and Chris are playing Mario Kart after a long day of filming with his brothers. You look over at him and see a pained look on his face. “Chris?” You say as you pause the game and put a hand on his arm.

He looks at you confused. “Are you okay?” You ask. “Yea, just my head.” He gives a soft smile to you as you stand up.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m getting you some headache medicine.” Opening the cabinet you move around the pill bottles to find it. “Do you know where it went?” You ask, not being able to find it.

Chris runs a hand over his face as he thinks, “I got a different one this time. It should be a bottle with a pink top.”

Once you finally find the bottle, you grab one out and take it to Chris as you sit down next to him again. “Here you go, baby.”

He takes it with the remaining Pepsi he had on the table. “I could’ve gotten it on my own you know?” He says after leaning over to give you a kiss.

“I know but I wanted to.”

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 20 minutes later

Chris groans in pain after the race as he puts down his controller, making you look it him worried. “Is your head still hurting?”

He doesn’t answer. Instead he gets up and walks to the medicine cabinet and pulls out two bottles, both of which have the same pink tops. “Which one of these did you give me?”

You hurry over to him and point at the one you gave him. “This one, why?”

“You gave me a viagra pill!” You look at him speechless.

“I’m so sorry. I-“ You weren’t sure what to say but you couldn’t ignore the growing head between your legs.

“It’s okay, I- I,” He runs his hand over his face again and sighs before looking at his grey sweats that are doing nothing to hide his hardness then looks back at you to see you already looking at it while biting your lip.

“You like it don’t you? You like seeing me not be able to control my dick?” He says lifting your chin with his finger. You only nod.

“Help me with it?” He asks between groans. Instead of saying yes right away you decide to have some fun with it.

“I’ll help, but you have to do what I say.” You say taking his hand and leading him to the couch. He sits on the couch and you sit on the coffee table in front of him.

He adjusts himself on the couch, twisting his face in pain. “Touch yourself for me.” You tell him.

Without hesitation, he takes his erection out which makes you even wetter, if that was possible. “Mhm, just like that. Stroke your cock for me.” You say as he pumps his hand over his cock, leaving a satisfied look on his face as he watches you.

You start to take off your cloths piece by agonizing piece. starting with your shirt. You slowly place it next to you and start removing your sweatpants a little slower than you removed your shirt.

“You’re killing me.” Chris moans out as he starts picking up his pace.

By the time you reached your last piece of clothing, your bra, Chris couldn’t take anymore waiting. “I need you now.”

“Not yet.” You tried to sound as convincing as possible but both of you knew you were the sub and he was the dom. Chris had let you pretend long enough.

He stood up and took his sweats and shirt off completely as you quickly removed your bra. Chris leaned down and kissed you frantically letting you know just how bad he needed you. Still kissing you, he picked you up and carried you to the bedroom and set you down on the bed.

“Chris..” You moan out when you feel his tip meet your entrance and before you could even say anything he slammed into you, letting out a guttural moan.

“Such a good girl, you’re so wet f���me.” He breaths out before thrusting into you again but this time he didn’t stop, he kept going.

“Oh! Fuck!” You yelled out, digging your nails into his back hard enough there would probably be bruises after but the thought turned you on even more.

He was fucking you dumb, eliciting the most pornographic moans from you. Chris has always been rough but this was more than rough. This was needy and relentless.

Before you know it, you feel your high growing closer quickly. “Chris. I-I’m cumming!” He quickens his pace as he reached down and rubs your clit at the same pace he’s fucking you.

A mix of screams and moans fills the room as your vision goes completely white and you cum hard on Chris’ cock, his pace not faltering.

The feeling of your pussy throbbing around his cock tips him over the edge right after you. The most beautiful moans escape from his lips. His rhythm becomes shaky and he leans down resting his head on your shoulder as he cums deep into your pussy.

“Oh. My. God. I’ve never cum that hard.” He says as he rolls over to lay next to you.

“Maybe you should take those pills more often?” You both breathlessly laugh and he looks over at you with an expression you can’t read.

“What is it?” You ask slightly panicked.

“I came inside.” He examines your face trying to see if you were mad but ends up confused when you start laughing.

“Are you planning on leaving soon?” You ask between laughing.

He hesitantly starts laughing too as he shakes his head. You move closer to him as he wraps his arms around you. “I’m on the pill don’t worry.”

He lets out a sigh of relief and you both giggle. “And yes. I plan on using them more often.”

A/N: Sorry this isn’t the best but let me know what you guys think!!

[sweetfictionalworld]

The Deal - Chapter 2

Pairing: Hwang In-Ho/ The Front Man x Female Reader

Story Summary: You get suspicious of Player 001 and confront him. That decision leads to a deal that will change the fate of your life forever.

Chapter Summary: Conversation with the enemy.

Warnings: None for this chapter. NSFW warnings will be added in future chapters.

Chapter 1

In-Ho had left to join the players, he couldn't be gone for long to risk someone wondering about him. You didn't really know what to do, so you turned on the big screen in front of the armchair. Your stomach churned when you saw what was on. The next game. So, this is how In-Ho liked to entertain himself? Watching people get murdered? You felt sick just thinking about it.

You turned it off and started examining the room. There wasn't much there, but you did find some books to read and a bathroom. Well, thank God for that. At least now, you didn't have to wait for permission every time you needed to use the restroom.

You didn't know how much time had went by when the door opened and a guard with a square on his mask walked inside. He was carrying a black box with a pink bow on it. Your pulse quickened as flashes of the dead players being put into boxes went through your mind.

"The Front Man wants you to take a shower and then put this on," the guard said and handed you the box.

The Front Man? So that was what they called him?

You took the box out of the guard's hand and he left without another word. You looked down at the box with curiosity and carefully took off the lid. Your eyes widened as you took out the gorgeous, golden silk dress and a matching pair of high heels. The dress was ankle long with thin straps and an open back. At the bottom of the box, there was a pair of golden silk thongs to match the dress. Wow...and he even had all of your sizes right.

The warm water on your skin felt rejuvenating. It almost melted away all your thoughts and emotions you'd experienced since you'd woken up in the bunk bed.

You looked at the stranger looking back at you in the mirror. Where was the joyful person from a year ago? Before your husband died and left you with all his debts you couldn’t possibly pay, debts he hadn't even told you about. Fuck, you hated him for that. You sighed and slid the thong up your hips, and shimmied into the dress, let the soft material glide down your body. You ran your fingers through your wet hair, wishing you had a hairbrush. You slipped into the high heels and made a grimace. You'd never been a fan of them.

There was a set table waiting for you outside, with lit candle lights and a beautiful bouquet of flowers in the center. What was this? You took a few steps forward and that's when you saw In-Ho standing at a bar counter, opening a bottle of wine. He looked up, his eyes twinkling up with interest when he saw you, his gaze slowly taking in your appearance with appreciation. He put down the bottle and approached you with a confident gait. You could feel your heart racing and your breath hitching from his closeness as he stood before you, and his gloved fingers slowly running up your bare arm.

"You look exquisite, y/n," he said in a hushed tone as his gaze followed the trail of his fingers. The mix of his deep voice and touch sent a jolt of arousal through your core and settled between your legs. Fuck, you didn't want to feel this way about this man. You despised everything he was doing here and hated your body for reacting this way.

In-Ho's lips curved up into a smirk and you knew. You knew he knew exactly how your body was reacting to him. Well, fuck him. He wasn't going to have the higher ground here. So, you held your head high and looked him straight in the eyes.

"If you're trying to woo me with a candle light dinner, it won't work. I might have agreed to give you my body, but you will never have my soul."

In-Ho only smirked wider in return and you hated him more.

"Please sit down, y/n. Dinner will be served soon," In-Ho said and smirked at the glare you gave him. Oh, he would have so much fun with you.

You hated to admit how good it felt to get a real meal of food in your stomach. And the red wine...you rolled it in your mouth, taking in every detailed taste of it. It was delicious.

"So, how did your husband come to have such high debts?" In-Ho asked and took a sip of his wine while fixing his gaze on you.

You looked at him, surprised by his question.

"Uhm...well, you know. The usual stuff. Addiction to gambling, spending money he didn't have. That sort of thing."

In-Ho nodded in acknowledgement.

"What about you? How did you become...this?" you asked, motioning to his appearance.

In-Ho smiled. "You know, I was once the winner of the game."

You almost choked on your wine and stared at him in disbelief.

"Really?"

In-Ho nodded. "But my wife died while I was here, and I had nothing to return home to. So they offered me to stay as overseer of the games."

"They?"

"The ones who created the game. I don't even know who they are," In-Ho said with a dry chuckle. "Just a voice talking on the phone."

"Why are you telling me all of this? Your name, your backstory."

In-Ho shrugged his shoulders. "I guess...It feels good to have someone to talk to again."

You studied his face, every beautifully carved feature, and you could see the sadness written in them, but also the longing for something more. Perhaps, deep in his heart, he didn't want to be this cold, ruthless person.

"Well, It seems like I'm not going anywhere, so you can talk as long as you like," you said in a joking tone and smiled at him, trying to lighten the heaviness of the situation you were in.

In-Ho looked at you and smiled back, and the soft chuckle coming from his mouth warmed the inside of your chest in ways you didn't want it too.

~ to be continued...

[quilly72]

Britt walked over to her door after she heard the doorbell. Silently creeping up to it as she practically jumped up to the peephole to look through. On her tip toes watching the delivery truck start to pull around the corner.

"I didn't order anything." She muttered as she unlocked the door. Peaking through the crack as she saw a small white box sitting right in front of her. Britt cautiously opened the door as she dragged the small box inside. Checking around the neighborhood as she shut the door again.

Inside she stared at the box. Wondering what could possibly be inside that she had forgotten about. Britt picked it up, walking it to her couch as she opened the package. On top a thin piece of paper obstructing the cylindrical vial underneath.

Gtsgro products introduces you to their new and improved Hormone Enhancers. Her eyes kept scrolling down the paper.

Congratulations on being randomly chosen for gtsgro new client testing phase. Please at your earliest convenience follow the instructions on the vial and enjoy your new gtsgro product.

Britt tossed the paper to the side as she curiously reached and grabbed the vial. The small tube no bigger than her pinky in length and about the width of a button. Inside a thick liquid sloshed around as she read the instructions. 1 serving. Drink contents inside as wanted. Note gtsgro products may cause swelling, libido increase, anxiety, and or hyper anabolic growth.

What are you. She muttered as she started to twist the cap off. She peered inside as the thick pink liquid slipped around inside like syrup. Her nose caught a whiff of the sweet aroma.

Britt was enticed but still cautious putting the company name into her search bar. What pulled up was minimal amounts of info. Nothing drastic or eye-catching as she scrolled through the product line. Most of it consisting of various sex toys and libido enhancers. She checked the time noting she had half the day still to herself before her new date was coming by to pick her up.

She took a deep breath as she pondered if it was what she wanted to do. The liquid sloshing back and forth in it's container as she held it up. Britt held it close. She did have a couple hours after all. Plus a company that specialized in sex toys probably was committed towards making her have a better time. Britt read the side effects again. Her eyes focusing on libido enhancement as she took a gulp. Britt brought the vial to her lips as she closed her eyes. Downing the liquid as the thick syrup slid out.

Britt gagged as she felt it hit her tongue. The bitter taste burning into her tongue as she forced it back. Britt puckered as she stopped drinking. Exhaling and groaning as she threw the vial down. "FUCKING hell I wouldn't of drank it if I knew it tasted that... Bad."

Britt felt herself get lightheaded as the liquid hit her stomach like a brick. Britt blinked as tried to focus. Her vision blurred as she felt her head get heavier. Britt felt herself start to pull into sleep as she slunk down into the couch. Her arms getting heavier. Her body tingling as her eye lids started to creep downwards. "No .. I can't... I have to get ready.. for my..." Her voice slurred off into mumbles as Britt felt her body heat up. Something feeling off and weird as she heard a slight croak fill the room. Her eyes closing as Britt felt herself lose her grip.

Britt slowly shifted. Groaning as she tried to wake up. Her eyes still shut as she moved her arm. Her chest was buzzing as her phone vibrated back and forth with various pings. Her hand stumbled towards the phone as she finally clasped it in her hands. Finally peaking though her eyelids as she tried to read the messages. Her vision blurring and mixing the various reminders as she scrolled her way through the phone. As she woke up a bit more her eyes settled on one particular message.

Be there in an hour Hope you're ready.

Britt fought to wake up as panic hit her. Her date. She checked the time. She had 15 minutes if he was running late. She opened up the chat as she responded. Yep I'm ready can't wait. She rubbed hereyes as she sat up. Her mind racing with thoughts. Her outfit. Makeup. How long was she sleeping. Britt jumped to her feet as she stood up. Suddenly feeling herself drag forward unexpectably

"FUCK" She launched forward. Her feet lost balance as she careened forward. Britt braced for impact as she stumbled onto the ground. Her body dragging across the carpet. Britt placed her hands on the carpet as she pulled herself off the ground looking down to make sure she was okay as Britt gasped. "Where the fuck did these come from." Britt stared down her cleavage as her boobs pulled her forward. Her small a cups pushing out of her shirt as they bulged out and under her bra.

Britt stood up more carefully as she grabbed her chest. "They're huge I mean do they even make bras this big" she stared at herself as she unclasped her overburdened bra. Sliding it out as her tits fell into her shirt. "I mean how did they get his big it's not possible for them.." she stopped as her body rumbled. Her skin crawling as she heard her body groan and tremble. Britt gasped as she watches her tits push forward. Almost unconsciously protruding outward as her vision shifted. "Wait did I just get taller."

She stared around the room as everything seemed more distant. Her feet slightly further away than usual. Her arms slightly longer. Her sleeves inched up higher on her forearms as her shirt failed to cover her wrists. "I need to get help." Britt rushed to the box. Her tits bobbing back and forth as she struggled with her new assets. She plucked the vial off the ground as she read the box and the vial. No contact info. Britt pulled out her phone as she scrolled through the minimal results. Towards the bottom a call option. Britt clicked on the link as She shuddered. She felt another spurt hit her.

Her body groaning as her tits pressed forward. Her nipples rubbing against her shirt as she felt her sweatpants start to shift. Looking back her as her ass bubbled backwards. "Nooo stop getting bigger you fucker" she grabbed her shirt as she failed to even cover her tits. Her sweater now a glorified crop top. Britt heard a trill go off as her phone connected. The video call opens up as some random half dressed stick figure sat down on his chair. "Welcome to gtsgro help desk. You request and we'll do our best. I'm Todd how can I help you today.

Britt stood in her living room as she wobbled. "Your stupid little test vial you guys sent me is making me FUCKING HUGE. " She screamed as she saw him roll his eyes.

"ma'am can you give me specifics on the type of product you were sent.

Britt grew frustrated as she grunted. Her clothes digging into her as she tried to speak.

"it didn't come with a label all I know is I drank your product. Fell asleep and now my clothes don't fit and I have a date in like 10 minutes.

"ma'am I really can't help you If I don't get some more details. The product name number. Maybe your shipping label. A frame of reference of how much you have grown."

Britt furrowed her brow as she pushed her finger down on her video options opening her camera as she tried to show him. Todd now giving all his attention as he raptly stared at the screen.

Britt moved the phone around as she struggled to show her whole body. Her tits covering her lower half is she raised it up. Her upper half not even in the picture if she lowered the phone. "Hold give me a second."She shuffled into her bathroom as she set the phone down on her sink. Raising one arm to support her breasts as she backed up.

"do you see this I'm fucking huge my dates gonna be here any second and.. Fuck not again. "

She stifled her grunts as her body croaked. Shaking as her tits pushed forward. Her nipples poking out as her sleeves started to rip. Her neckline creasing into her neck as she heard a seam pop. Britt hastily swung around as she spotted her ass peaking out. Her sweatpants tightly wrapped aroound her legs as the fabric stretched and warped.

"you have to help me I can't stop it's been doing this ever since I took this 4 hours ago"

Todd snapped out of it. "Did. Did you say hours.

"yeah why what's that supposed to mean.

"oh nothing it's just most gtsgro products don't kick in for a couple days or weeks on average. " He picked up his desk phone as he started punching in a number.

"wait so what are you gonna do are you gonna send something or... HEY LISTEN TO ME"

Todd hit a key on the keyboard as she watched the screen go black.

FUCK.

Britt tossed her phone as it shattered across the wall. She stifled a cry as her body croaked again. Her feet slipping across the tile as they stretched out. Her shirt finally failing as it popped up off her tits. Her boobs sliding under as the sweater choked her out. Britt gasped and struggled as her neck swelled out against her shirt. Jutting her fingers in-between her collarbone and shirt. "Can't breathe stupid l.. rip off already. "

She thrusted her arm forward as her sweater tore off her neck. Her momentum tipping her forward as she caught herself. As she moved her legs her sweatpants tore down the length of her legs her ass pushing out the back of her pants as only that tathers hung onto her ass. Her panties digging into her as she grimaced.

Britt stood back up as she stared at herself In the mirror. Her skin glistening her vision wobbling and tunneling as her body groaned again. She braces in pain as she wobbled back up. Her nearly naked body rasing up.

Her pants snapped off as her panties snapped in two. Her thick butt pushing it past its limit. Her head sliding above the mirror as Britt stared up at the roof. "Wait when did that get so close. I don't remember being this taAALll."

She groaned as her body croaked longer and harder. The sound filling the house as it shook her bones. "It's bit fucking stopping I can't WAI.."

Her head thumped the roof as her neck bent to the side. Her arms bracing as her boobs dragged her down. Her butt swelling into the back wall as she stumbled for balance. "I'm too FUCKING big I have to get out of here now."

Britt bent down as she crept throughthe door her body quaking as she shimmied through. Her body barely squeezing through the hole as she heard a knock on the door.

"Britt you ready it sounds kinda chaotic In there.

"Fuck he's here what am I gonna do ummm yeah be there in a sec just give me a bit"

She gulped as she looked for something to cover her or maybe good excuse.

She reached for a blanket as she tried to drape it over her. The blanket barely covering half her chest as she tossed it aside. "Come on Britt think think Britt"

Her body croaked as her date heard the building shake. Taking a step back as three black vans pulled up. "Sir step away from the building. Inside a shriek pierced through the walls as the hazmat team started setting up to brustthrough the door.

The creaking I side growing louder and longer as the wall thudded and cracked.

"I CANT FIT I CANT FIT"

"on three.

1... 2... 3

Breach breach breach.

The door swung open as a loud scream pushed them all back. Her foot swinging outside as her head bursted out the roof. Furniture and walls shattering under her weight as Britt's head swung on a swivel as she looked for help. "I can't stop they keep getting bigger each TIME"

Her body shook as her house crumpled off of her. Her legs stretched across the driveway as her tits bounded forward. Her ass creeping over her yard as they started to back up. One of the hazmats calling into a radio. "Code blue I repeat code blue it's so much worse than anticipated.

Britt strained again as her legs toppled a van over and crushed it. Her head disappearing as her massive tits hovered above them. Her ass pushing into the neighboring house as the walls cracked.

The sound of her croaking filled their ears as they all stared up as she rapidly expanded towards them. Falling under her massive thighs as she raised up. She grew over the block then the neighborhood. Each time an ominous croak and groan filling the city before more of the lights disappeared. By the time day broke. Britt Kay unconscious over two whole cities. Her body settling into the rubble under her.

[bekkarific]

Playing With Fire

Chapter Three: Flame

Chapter Masterlist

Pairings: Frontman/ InHo x Fem OC

Sweat dripped from behind her mask as stirred the pot of melted sugar, a man (she thinks) with a triangle face standing over her shoulder. Ji Ah wondered in how her life had come to this in a mere 24 hours.

From following Gi Hun to the van, the van to the boat, hi jacking a uniform, dropped on a mysterious island and now on kitchen duty. She wondered if somewhere she went wrong.

She has not seen Jun Ho since the boat, making a pact to hide their phones and check in when they can. She lost him in a sea of circle faces, she tried not to worry, but the ever present guards with guns made her stomach twist.

Now she was trapped, on a mysterious island with no idea of what she was supported to be doing. Number 13, the Square Faced man called her and told the follow to him to the kitchen’s. She had been stirring for what felt like hours, her face dripped with sweat because of the heat and her arms began to ache.

‘What are they melting all this sugar for’ she wondered trying to take discreet looks around the room without moving her head too much. Was it for meals or did it serve a further purpose?

She had not seen Gi Hun or the other game players since the boat, they had been carried and changed into matching clothing with numbers, when she was called away to the kitchens, this is the last she had seen of anyone who was not wearing pink.

She heard a thump above her, looking up quickly she could see a glimpse of green and white in the vent before it disappeared. ‘A game uniform?’ She wondered before looking down and continuing to stir to avoid suspicion. Taking a quick Look up she could see the vent connected straight through to the next room, ‘could a player be crawling through?’

A triangle guard approached her “13, go and take your pot to the table” he ordered, interrupting her train of thought.

Ji Ah nodded, trying to look subordinate. Immediately took her sugar off the heat and carefully carried the hot pot to the large table to the right. The table was long and had 6 circle guards each side, one came and took the sugar from her and began to dish it out between the team into little silver tins. Like a production line this would then go down to the next guard who would press what appeared to be an umbrella shape into it, the next guard would then seal the tin and place it onto a trolley. This production seemed endless, as more pots where brought over and more tins where made with different shapes.

‘Daglona’ Ji Ah pondered, she had eaten the sweet treat many times as a child, but pondered the reason for it here. Was it another game? Gi Hun’s original report had mentioned children’s games.

Before she could think further, she was again interrupted by the triangle guard “Number 13, take the tray of glasses to the captains room. You are then dismissed”

‘Oh fuck’ Ji Ah thought to herself ‘where is the captain’s room’. Nodding again in a subordinate manner, Ji Ah carefully lifted the tray of cut crystal glasses from the bench and headed toward the exit. Carefully walking between the circle guards still stirring, the last thing she wanted to do was drop any of the glasses.

Finally reaching the door, she commanded herself ‘Come in Ji Ah, think!’, taking a deep breath and she tried to remain focussed to avoid rousing suspicion.

Since being her here she had noted the hierarchy amongst the guards. Circle being bottom of the food chain, triangles and then squares. So it stood to reason that the Captains room would be where the biggest concentration of squares would be - right?

With no choice but to test her theory, she followed the colourful stairway to the left of the kitchen, where she had watched the square army march off a few hours before.

As she approached the bottom of three sets of stairs, she was stopped by a pair of square heads on guard duty, blocking her path “What is your business here?” Asked the taller one, his voice sounding deep behind his mask.

Ji Ah gulped away the tension that formed her throat, taking a moment before responding “I was asked to bring these glasses to the captains room” she answered timidly.

The square head stared at her for a beat, her heart began to pound within her chest and the sweat dripping down the back of her neck intensified.

Just when thought her charade was up, square head stepped to the side. Shakily Ji Ah’s feet began to move, convinced she had just been mere moments from death.

Seconds later she was halted by the same rough voice stating “black door at the top of the stairs.” She nodded in square heads direction and continued her journey up the stairs. With each step she tried to take a breath to calm her nerves. She needed a plan, she needed a map, if she had any chance of surviving this place and saving any of the players.

As she approached the black door that twisting in her gut returned. She felt as though she had seen this door before, in a dream or a nightmare, either way it was not good.

She stopped before the door, unsure if to knock or to just walk in. She was asked to bring these glasses after all, was she like a maid? Resolving that standing out here was not going to get her anywhere, Ji Ah tentatively knocked a few times.

No Answer.

Taking a further breath, she took the plunge and turned the handle.

She was immediately greeted with a dark hallway, which was a stark contrast the colourful doors and corridors in the rest of the facility. Shiny black tiles coved the walls with several dark wood doors either side of the long hallway. It smelled fragent in here, like mix of cologne and leather, it was welcome contrast to the sterile smell of the rest of facility. The thing that caught Ji Ah’s attention most though was the large black screen at the end of the hallway, humming in standby mode. Feeling her feet move under her without much thought she headed toward the screen, it was black and placed in front of it was a lush deep armchair with small drinks table to left. On the right hand wall was an unlit fireplace, a bar cart tucked away next to it. Just opposite was strange little stage with mini band and singer figurines. Just as she was about a get a closer look the door behind her opened.

Ji Ah’s heart leap to her throat, spinning on her heels she turned to see a dark figure exit the door way. He was tall, taller than her with strong wide shoulders. He wore a black mask like the rest of the guards, but his was different with geometric shapes forming a face. He had a tailored charcoal suit with a hood to conceal the rest of his head, finished with black gloves, covering every part of him.

Turning his head in her direction, he studied her. Even without seeing his eyes she could practically feel he was staring at every part of her, from her short statute, the way her suit flared at the hips and the slight shake of her hand on the tray. She felt naked like he could see right through her.

“What are you doing” came his deep almost mechanical voice, still staring directly at her.

For all her training, her years at the police academy, her time in the street beat. She froze.

“I asked you a question, silence is not an answer. Are you incompetent - or disobedient” he questioned again, in that voice with resonated through her chest.

Snapping out of her panic, she immediately bowed her head in respect “Apologies Captain, I was asked to bring you new glasses and was unsure if you wanted them in on the bar cart” her voice wavering.

He stared for a moment, slowly walking toward her. Ji Ah tensed, thinking of a way to reach her gun before he stopped In front of her.

The black eyes of the mask staring through her, like they were looking into her soul.

“The bar cart” he finally spoke coming to a stop a few steps from her “second shelf” her ordered.

Ji Ah immediately snapped into action and kneeled down to start filling the shelf, the whole time feeling those heavy eyes upon her.

She tried to stop the shaking of her hands, instead focusing on the slight shimmer of the crystal glasses she delicately placed self, making neat uniform lines.

Once all the glasses were in place she slowly stood up. She knew better than to walk away without being dismissed.

He again wordlessly observed her, like she was a puzzle he was trying to solve.

Finally he spoke “A word to the wise, you do not have the luxury of doubt here, follow orders directly or I will find someone who can” he ended on a hard “dismissed” and waved his hand as he turned to walk away.

Ji Ah felt her feet carry her quickly, her heart pounding in her ears. She swore as she left, she felt the weight of those heavy eyes upon her back.

[farfromstrange]

Pink Eye | Matt Murdock x Reader

Matt Murdock Masterlist

Summary: You start the new year with a bad case of conjunctivitis and a cold. As annoyed as you are about it, fortunately for you, you have a very doting boyfriend to take care of you.

Warnings: Cursing, sickness, fluff.

WC: 1.2k

A/n: This is totally self-indulgent, and my first fic after a month (or so)! Don't worry, you're still getting those other Fictober prompts, this is just something that came to my mind yesterday and I had to write it. I wish I had a Matt Murdock to take care of me, so I wrote this. I hope I'm not too rusty.

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The cold compress seeps into the swollen skin of your eyelids, though it offers only a small reprieve from the ache and itchiness that make you want to claw your eyes out like a feral cat under attack.

Tissues lay strewn around the coffee table, each one soaked in tears and whatever else came out when you wiped them dry. The apartment reminds you more of the set of a bad chick-flick rather than a home. Most of the time it resembles a crime scene or a poorly supplied hospital when your risk-friendly boyfriend decides he just has to get himself into another fight for the greater good, but this New Year’s, the only casualty that came out of the holidays is you—defeated by your own immune system. 

You haven’t been properly sick in a year. For 366 days, you’ve been free of any viral or bacterial infections, and the one time you decide to have dinner with your family you end up with a nasty infection: conjunctivitis. Yes, you started the new year with fucking pink eye and a cold, and now you’re stuck at home for your last few days off work, feeling miserably sorry for yourself.

“Here,” Matt appears in your one functioning line of sight with a bowl of soup in hand, “You need to eat something.”

“Thank you,” you say through a congested nose, and he can’t help but smile at how adorable that sounds.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Like I want to put a finger into my eye and scratch it out.”

He raises his eyebrows. “So, not good?”

You shake your head. “I’m annoyed. And in pain. And I can’t fucking breathe!” As if to underline your frustration, your lungs constrict and you cough up a not-so-delicious ball of phlegm. 

Matt’s hand instantly moves to your back, rubbing gentle circles until the oxygen returns to where it needs to be. Your breathing becomes rapid before it slows down again, and you swallow.

“Fuck me,” you mumble.

“When you’re feeling better,” he retorts almost cheekily, but the joke doesn’t get much of a response. He knows how miserable you are. He can hear it in the way you breathe, your elevated heartbeat, and the pulsing of the skin around the infected eye. You wear your discomfort on your very sleeves. He doesn’t want to imagine what it feels like for you.

Instead of joking any more, Matt gently removes the compress from your eye. “Let me get you a new one,” he offers. Your first instinct is to cover up. It baffles him; you haven’t hidden from him in a very long time.

Matt takes your hand and places it back down in your lap, a worried frown creasing his forehead. “Don’t do that.” 

“I look like I got into a fight,” you say.

At that, he reaches out, fingers gently brushing just above your brow, down your temple, and over the apple of your cheek. He can feel the heat radiating from your skin, the inflammation that’s causing your eye to swell, but the picture his fingertips paint is a stark contrast to your own description. 

“No, you don’t,” he says. And Matt knows better than anyone what one might look like after a fight.

His touch is so gentle, far away from where you’re hurting but close enough to feel his need to fix you. To heal you. To take your pain away and make it his own just so you wouldn’t have to suffer anymore. Your heart flutters like a newborn butterfly. You look into his hazel eyes, how soft they are, and it makes you melt. If you could only see yourself the way he sees you... The way he loves you seems like a gift from God himself. 

His touch disappears, and you bite back a pathetic whimper. “Be right back,” he says.

You watch as he rises to his feet and heads back to the kitchen, grabbing another cool compress from the fridge before returning to your side.

“There you go.” He places it against your eye and holds it there. “So you can eat.”

You want to say, ‘You’re doing too much’, but then you realize that you’re with the kind of man who would shoulder the world for you even when he’s already drowning to make sure life is just a little easier for you. And while that feels like entirely too much, more than you deserve, you can’t find it in yourself to tell him to stop. Not that he would do so, anyway. 

Every bone in your body aches, but the pain blurs in comparison to what he makes you feel. 

You take the bowl of soup he prepared and dig in. It’s your favorite, yet scarcely seasoned to not irritate your throat any further. When your stomach is finally full and he’s satisfied, he reaches for the bottle of eyedrops standing tall amongst the graveyard of tissues. He knows to think about everything when you can’t. 

“Lean back,” he instructs softly. 

“I don’t want you to get sick,” you protest. 

“I won’t. I know you hate doing this yourself. Now lean back.”

He’s even more stubborn when you’re sick, but only because you’re stubborn, too. You don’t protest further, simply leaning your head back to give him better access. 

Matt gently searches for your lower lid with his fingers, pulling it back ever so gently before squeezing the first drop in. Then, he moves on to the second eye. Your eyes instinctively squeeze shut at the sudden intrusion. It burns. Will it ever stop, you wonder? 

“I’m sorry,” he wipes away any excess tears threatening to escape, “it’ll get better in a second.” 

You huff a breath of disapproval, but not at his words. “I’m never visiting my family again unless they give me a detailed list of who’s sick,” you say. 

Matt stutters for a moment, then bursts out laughing.

“I’m serious! Small children are little Petri dishes, carrying viruses and bacteria that continue to mutate into God knows what. Petri dishes, Matthew!” 

You sound so beside yourself, he can’t help himself. He adds the used tissue to the coffee table pile and pulls you into his arms, his laugh rumbling against the top of your head as he presses his lips against your heated scalp. “This is New York, sweetheart,” he says, “the entire city is a Petri dish.”

“And I will avoid it like the plague if I have to.”

He chuckles. “Okay.” A pause, and then, “You’re so much moodier when you’re sick.”

If you had the strength you would smack his pretty face for that statement alone, but you really, really don’t. You can barely sit up on your own. So, you nudge him with your elbow and grumble, “Shut up.”

With a bright smile on his face, he gives you another squeeze. “I love you too,” he says.

You squeeze his bicep three times to assure him that yes, you do love him, and you can’t help but think that perhaps being coddled in Matt Murdock’s arms while recovering from a little infection isn’t so bad, after all. It certainly could be worse. 

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well that was fun, goodbye!

based on this awesome edit :)