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[lazylittledragon]

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[sluts4matt]

SQUEEZE

pairing: rough!dom matt x latina!reader

summary: not only had you been teasing him all day while he was trying to work, when he finally did give you attention all you gave him back was attitude and sass and matt was having none of it.

warnings: SMUT, shits fucking ROUGH, making out, degradation, orgasm denial, slight bondage, dumbification, overstimulation, pet names, fingering, oral (male receiving), light smacking, p in v, choking, spanking

word count: 2162

author's note: this is based off of squeeze by ghostmane because the songs just so 🥰.

matt had been working all day, leaving you bored and alone. you'd tried your best to keep your mind occupied, but your favorite tv shows didn't entertain you for as long as they normally did and nothing seemed to be interesting enough for you to do for the rest of the day.

with a sigh you looked next to you, staring at the mirror on the bathroom door on the side of matt's bed. an idea popped into your head, your lips turning into a mischeveous grin.

you planted your feet on the hard wood ground, making your way to the drawer you had that occupied the boys dresser. you grabbed the blue set out of it, going into his bathroom to change into it.

you put the bra on, looking at yourself in the mirror. the laced cups fit you well, pushing your breast up nicely and showing them off perfectly.

the bottoms were a little different. the front had lace flowers sewn onto the fabric, the upper part having a little bow. while the back was a simple blue string. you looked at your figure, your hips and ass looking good in the set.

you left the bathroom, positioning yourself on matt's bed before aiming your phone at the mirror. you snapped a picture, your eyes running over it as you analyzed every detail of it. with a satisfied hum, you sent it to the boy.

to flipped the view on the camera to selfie mode, raising your phone up to angle it down at your breast. the lace on the top made them look so much better, the bra holding them nicely. you took a picture, sending it to him.

you let out a small giggle when you see him open the first picture, a smile planted on your lips as the three dots appear. 'not funny my love, i'm with nick and chris,' you gave a small pout, even though he couldn't see.

'i'm bored' you replied, putting your phone down on his bedside table. you let out a huff, getting off the bed to go back into the bathroom.

"this is boring." you mumbled, stripping out of the lingerie and throwing it on the counter. you pulled the previous sweater you were wearing back on. the green fabric hanging off your body loosely, looking more like a dress then a sweater.

the black dinosars stood out nicely, and you smiled at the item on your body. it wasn't yours, well not technically. but as matt said, what is his is yours.

a few hours had passed and you were laying under the brown silk covers of matt's bed. your eyes were closed as the sounds of the tv filled the room. the door clicked, creaking open as matt peaked his head in.

"miss me?" he asks, shutting the door behind him. you don't respond, upset about the fact that you had been at his house, alone, all day. matt rolled his eyes, "i asked you a question love," he said, kneeling on the bed beside you.

"nope," you say, popping the 'p'. you sit up, turning your body to plant your feet against the ground. you stand up to begin walking out when your shoved against the wall with a soft hand around your neck.

the cold metal of his rings making you gasp, "you done?" a small whine threatens to leave your mouth, but you hold it back, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. "being a brat earlier and then giving me attitude just now calls for punishment," matt says, his voice low and deep.

his hands make quick work of tying your wrist together, one of your nearby black scarfs being wrapped around them. "on the bed," he commands, and you follow.

the sheets were warm from you being on them, the soft fabric rubbing against the bare skin on your legs. you were pulled closer to the edge of the bed, matt's fingers slipping in the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down.

without warning he landed a smack to your ass, a gasp leaving your mouth as your body jolted forward. he brought his hand back up to land another blow to your other cheek. he didn't give you a break, his hands continuously smacking the plump flesh.

tears threatened to fall as your mouth fell agape, the pain and pleasure mixing together. his hand left the sore skin, the red marks visible even on your tan complexion.

his hand landed a few more rough smacks before roughly kneading he flesh in his hand, making you wince from the skin being pinched by his rings.

you heard him let out a low growl before his fingers trailed between your folds, your wetness evident. "you like that baby?" he asks, his voice mocking. "you like me hurting you? you're so fucking pathetic," he spat, his words only making you soak his fingers more.

you whimper, nodding your head the best you could. his other hand reached up to grab your hair, tugging your head back, making your back go against his chest, as he shoved two of his fingers inside you.

your mouth fell agape, the stretch stinging, yet the pleasure overtaking it. his fingers fucked you, curling and hitting the right spot each time. the coil in your stomach was about to burst, and you knew if you were to cum without his permission, you'd be in deep shit.

"fuck, matt," you breathe, earning a low chuckle, "already?" he mocks, scissoring his fingers inside you, "you're so easy for me, aren't you baby? just my little plaything," he growls into your ear, his lips trailing down your shoulder, sucking the skin between his teeth.

"mhm, fuck," you whine, "just you," you breathe. a smile grows on his face as his hand pulls out of you, making your legs shake as he does. he grabs your hips, pulling you up. he turns your around, his hand going to your head as he pushes you back down, your knees hitting the floor.

your eyes widen, feeling the bulge in his pants against your cheek. his fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your head back, "you know what to do," he says, his free hand pushing the grey fabric of his sweats down his legs.

his hard cock springs up, the tip a deep red as a small drop of pre-cum drips down. your lips wrap around his head, taking the length down your throat. he lets out a low groan, his head falling back as you bob your head.

his hand on your head pushes you down further, "come on baby, know you can take more," he breathes, your throat constricting as you take more. a low groan leaves his lips, "just like that," he says, the sound of his praise sending waves to your core.

his hips thrust on their own accord, pushing in and out of your mouth as his hand continues its movements on your head. his cock hits the back of your throat, making your eyes tear up. you try to pull away, but his hand holds you down, making you take him all.

his breathing quickens, the grip on your hair tightening, "so good, so fucking good," he growls, you hum around him, making him let out a whimper. his eyes squeeze shut; his jaw clenched. his body tenses, a low moan leaving his mouth as his load spills down your throat.

he lets out a shaky breath, his hand untangling from your hair. "so good," he breathed, tugging you up. his hand comes across your cheek, unexpectedly, but softly. his hand grabs your jaw, squeezing it. "i'm gonna ruin you princess," he growled.

he tugged his shirt over his head, throwing it to the side. he swiftly untied the scarf around your wrist, pushing you back against the bed. your back hit the sheets, the air leaving your lungs. he hovered over you, his head dipping into the crook of your neck.

his teeth bit down on the skin harshly, piercing the flesh with his teeth. "you bored now? hmm?" he asked, his hot breath against your neck, his teeth never leaving the skin. he sucked the skin between his lips, biting down harder.

you whimper, a sharp sting traveling throughout your body, "no," you breathed, your chest rising and falling rapidly. "fuck," you whisper, a smile growing on matt's face as he pulled away.

he admired his work, the dark marks splayed out against your neck and collarbone area. his hand pushes his sweater up your torso, his lips connecting with the soft skin as he kissed his way up to one of his favorite spots of your body.

your boobs. his tongue parted his lips, trailing up the skin before capturing your right bud in between his teeth making you let out a squeal. your back arched, the pleasure of his warm mouth surrounding your nipple making you squirm.

your hands flew to his head, tangling themselves in his hair. he detatched his mouth, a tsking noise leaving his lips as he shoved your hands over your had. "no touching, brats don't get to touch," he spat, his mouth latching onto your left bud.

you whimper, "please," you beg, a low chuckle leaving his lips. "please what? you tryna apologize for being such a bitch earlier? you think a little 'please' is gonna get me to forgive you?" he spat, his teeth nipping at the sensitive bud.

he pulled away, sitting up and shoving your legs apart. his hands hooked themselves under your thighs, his nails digging into the skin. he pulled you closer to him, lining his cock with your entrance.

he pushed in, a loud gasp leaving your lips. "you're always so tight," he groaned, his hips rolling. his length pushed into you, filling you up and hitting the right spots. "fuck, matt," you whine, squeezing your fists shut, surely leaving crescent marks with your nails.

he lets out a low chuckle, a sadistic smile on his face, "what's wrong princess? you close already?" he cooed, his hips snapping into yours. your eyes roll back, your mouth hanging open as he moves his hips at an animalistic pace.

the squelching noise of your cunt and skin on skin could be heard through the room. "shit, baby," he growled, his nails digging into the flesh of your thighs, the stinging sensation making tears build up in your eyes.

his hips were relentless, pounding into you with a brutal force. one of his hands went to the headboard for stability, his other one going to the bend of your knee, pushing it forward.

his cock pushed in deeper, hitting all the right spots. "fuck, fuck," you moaned, the coil in your stomach about to burst, "matt please," you begged, his hand flying down to grip your throat, his rings pushing against the skin.

"no," he grunted, the tears falling down your cheeks, "please," you repeated, a small whine following after.

"you think you deserve to cum?" he asks, his voice low and deep, "this was what you wanted, no?" his hand tightens around your throat, "to have me fuck you stupid, ruin you.

"you don't deserve it, not after how you acted," his hand leaves your throat, smacking your cheek with enough force to turn your head.

"but i'll allow it," he said, his thumb moving down to rub your clit, "because you're mine," his lips came down to press a soft kiss to your lips, a loud moan escaping your mouth. the coil was about to burst, the knot in your stomach tightening.

"fuck, yes," you whimper, "please, please," you begged. "go on," he growled, his thumb never stopping its motions, "cum, cum all over my cock. show me who owns this pretty pussy, princess." he groans, his hips never slowing down.

"fuck, matt!" you scream, the knot finally breaking as the waves of pleasure course through your body. a high pitched whine leaves your lips, the sensitivity kicking in as he continues to push his hips against yours.

your hands move from the spot above your head to gripping the back of matt's shoulder, your nails leaving angry marks eliciting a whimper from the boy.

"that's my girl," he groans, the overstimulation beginning to kick in as he chases his high. "so pretty, all for me, right? just a fucking plaything," he grunts, the bed frame smacking against the wall as your legs bounce with each movement.

"all yours," you breathe, the tears rolling down your face, the stimulation becoming too much. his hips stutter, his breathing labored as his moans become higher pitched, his hand on the headboard gripping it until his knuckles turn white.

"fuck, princess," he whimpers, his hips pushing against yours before stopping completely. his forehead drops down against yours, his chest rising and falling rapidly. he peppers kisses all on your face, "don't fucking tease when i'm working, ya?"

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[rosenclaws]

Different Side of the Track || 50's Greaser!Logan smut

summary: All your life your parents had created the perfect image of their daughter that you were forced to fit into but when you went off to college and came back with a degree they were nothing but ashamed. Claimed that it wasn't a ladies place to be educated like that. So why not ruin their good family image even more and sleep with the older hot and mysterious man with a motorcycle.

warnings: MINORS DNI, SMUT, fem!reader, breast play, doggy style, rough sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, borderline abusive family, sexism, harassment from a group of assholes, violent Logan.

wc: 4.6k

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a/n: It's my birthday! So to celebrate I wrote this fic because I couldn't get the idea out of my head and god he's hot. Also I didn't really try to do proper 50's talk because I'm lazy and I cannot handle all the research jaldfk;s. This ended up a little angstier than normal, as my fics usually do lol. The ending isn't my favorite but I tried im sorry asdfjkl. Okay anyways I really hope you like it!

You truly hated this town. College was a breath of fresh air and while it wasn’t always easy, it was better than home. You got your degree, proudest day of your life. Even if your parents didn’t show up. Even if you had to smile in the picture by yourself, watching everyone else celebrate with their families. Your parents never understood your want to go to college.

You thought they’d be proud but if anything they were ashamed. They think that a woman pursuing higher education was unladylike. That a woman's place was to stay at home and take care of the kids. They were embarrassed of you, refused to acknowledge any of your achievements.

You wished you could have stayed in your college town but then you got the letter. Your grandmother had passed and you needed to come home. You were heartbroken. Your grandmother was the only one to support you, and helped you when you worked countless hours at the diner to pay for it. She celebrated when the acceptance letter came in and she gave you the biggest hug when you left.

Coming home was a no-brainer, needing to be here for her funeral but now you’re stuck at home with your parents and life is miserable. You were counting down the days until you could get out of here again. You spent as much time as you could out of the house.

Going to work, dreaming of another life. Doing literally anything you could to stay out and away from your parents. That’s how you found yourself here. Taking midnight shifts at the diner to stare at the man sitting at the counter.

Logan. It was sewed onto the patch on his jumpsuit. You don’t even know his last name but you do know that you want to know everything about him. He worked at the mechanic shop right across the street. He was dark, brooding, mysterious. He didn’t talk to anyone. Just ordered one black coffee and sat there with the paper. This was a small town and you had never seen or heard of him before.

“You’ll catch flies if you don’t shut your mouth there pumpkin.” You feel a hand on your jaw and you swat it away. Betty, your coworker was grinning like a madwoman. She was a sweet old lady who has worked at this diner for longer than you’ve been alive.

“Oh hush.” You look down at your order sheet. Sketches of your patrons fill the empty sheets. Mostly drawings of Logan.

“I don’t blame you sweetheart, he’s a dreamboat if I’ve ever seen one.” She sighs dreamily as she looks at him.

“Who is he?”

“Not sure, rolled into town one day. Plenty of rumors, though, say that he was an army guy. Some say that he’s running from the law.” You gasp at the idea.

He couldn’t be a convict could he? You’d never met anyone like that. Though, you feel yourself grow curious instead of fearful. Your whole life you lived in the perfect world. Perfect family with a lot of money and a perfect reputation to uphold. You got the perfect grades, had the perfect friends and still your life felt anything but perfect. You craved something more, needed it. You couldn’t live the rest of your life as someone's housewife. That wasn’t your dream.

“Looks like he needs a refill..” Betty nudges your arm and pushes you forward. You eye the apple pie sitting in the case and steal a slice. No better way to get a man to talk than give him pie right? Clearing your throat you head over and put on a smile.

“Hi Logan.” He looks up from the paper with his usual stony face. A beat passes and he doesn’t speak.

“This is for you, on the house.” You place the pie down in front of him. You shift nervously in your spot as you pour coffee into his cup. He’s never told you his name, does he think you’re a freak or something?

“It’s on your uniform, you know. Your name.” You wince at how horribly awkward this feels. He looks down.

“That supposed to be me?” He grunts out. You tilt your head in confusion before following his gaze. Your guest checks with drawings all over them. Drawings of Logan. You slam your hands down and stuff them in your pocket.

“No! I mean, yes but it’s nothing. Just drawings I. I’m sorry.” Logan just looks at you and you walk off in shame.

Mentally kicking yourself as you sulk back to the kitchen. Betty takes over serving him as you silently wait on the remaining people. By the time your shift is over your back aches and you’re still replaying that moment in your head.

“See you tomorrow Betty!” You say as you put on your coat.

“Hold on dear, this is for you.” She hands you a napkin and winks. Confused, you open it up to see messy handwriting. 

Thanks for the pie doll

-Logan

Logan has come by every night since then. Ordering one black coffee and you sneak him whatever pie is left. Sometimes it’s apple, other days it’s pecan. Today’s pie is pumpkin. Just in time for the fall season. He’s still a man of few words but he’s always polite. Pays and says thank you with that handsome voice of his. You’ve gathered some information on him. Mostly from the town gossip.

The group of boys, greasers who would often come by and cause a ruckus, idolized him. He drove a motorcycle, fixed cars, and smoked like there was no tomorrow. In some weird way he’s become their parental figure. Not that he really gave a shit but he worked with them at the shop and he took care of them when he needed to. He strolled in again today. This time he looks at you and throws you a wink. It’s a little routine the two of you have now. Not much talking but it’s nice. You think you’ll be able to get him to open up soon enough.

“Thanks doll.” Logan says as he sits on the worn stool. You hand him his coffee and pie, already prepared just the way he likes it.

“So, do I get to know your last name yet?” He smirks and takes a sip of his coffee.

“How about you fetch me a napkin first. Then I’ll think about it.” You roll your eyes playfully and he smiles. The door jingles and you hear the sound of obnoxious laughing. You look up to see the jerkiest looking boys you’ve ever seen. They wore letterman jackets that seemed too small and talked too loud.

One of the boys, a blonde guy who seemed vaguely familiar whistles at you. You hold back a scoff as you walk over to their table. They’re looking you up and down with a gaze that makes you shiver. Absolute jerks.

“Hey sweetheart, why don’t you be a good girl and get us some milkshakes.” You clench your jaw as you jot down their order.

It dawns on you that you know exactly who that guy is. David Scott. He was in your high school class. Quarterback, the popular guy every girl in school wanted, and the worst human being you’ve ever met. He was nothing but a no good bully. It seems fitting he’s never truly moved on from this town as he was dumber than a bag of rocks. Logan catches your eyes as you head back to the counter. Preparing their order and trying to tune out their annoyingly loud voices. Before you head back with their order you top off Logan’s coffee.

“You know drinking this much caffeine can’t be good for you.” You say.

“And yet you’re still serving me.” He shoots back. You shrug your shoulders and smile, he’s got you there.

“Hey! You done serving grandpa over there.” Logan growls and his grip tightens on his cup.

“Ignore them, they’re nothing but a bunch of idiots.” You say under your breath. You bring the tray of drink over and set them down.

“Anything else?” You ask through gritted teeth.

“Nope.” David whispers something to his friend before moving his hand and spilling his shake all over you and the floor. His friends burst out laughing and you bend down to clean up the mess. Counting down the seconds until they leave. You’re too focused on cleaning to hear David whisper to his friend.

“Watch this.” You hear the stool fall and suddenly you’re pushed to the ground.

“Get off me!” You turn around and see Logan holding David by the collar of his shirt. Teeth bared and a dangerous look in his eyes.

“Logan!” You scramble to your feet as he shoves David into the booth.

“Think you’re funny bub? You’re lucky she’s here or I’d beat you to a pulp.” He growls, eyeing his friends who are now cowering in fear. You stand stunned as Logan seems to command the room.

“I’ll give you ten seconds to scram or I’ll make good on my promise.” He rolls up the sleeves of his jumpsuit and grins. You’ve never seen a group of boys in so much panic.

“And don’t forget to pay.” Logan says with a smirk. They throw down more than enough money and bolt out the door.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to do that.” You say softly as Logan seems to calm down.

“Fuckin’ idiots.” He shakes his head and gently pushes you away from the mess.

“Broken glass doll, gotta be careful.” Silently the two of you clean up the mess, him scooping up the glass and you cleaning the table.

You watch carefully as he handles the glass, watching to make sure he doesn’t cut himself. You see a piece of glass slice his hand and you hurry to the back to get a band aid. However when you come back the cut is gone, maybe it was just strawberry? The clock strikes 4am and the new waitress comes through the door, relieving you of your duties. He waits for you to clock out and walks you out the door.

“Thank you again Logan.” He just shrugs and lights a cigarette.

“Let me walk you home.” He offers and you accept. The walk is silent as you head to your home. You eye his cigarette and he notices. He holds it out to you and you take it. Taking a puff and immediately coughing it back up. Logan chuckles as he takes it back.

“Never smoked before?” You shake your head and he just smiles. Figures.

You’re much too sweet to have done anything bad. Just looking at the houses around him he knows that you’re as high society as they come. When you reach your house Logan stands on the sidewalk, watching as you walk up the driveway. You look at your door and then turn around to hurry back to Logan. Leaning in you kiss his cheek and he almost drops his cigarette.

“Bye Logan.” You bite your lip as you slowly walk back. As you walk through the door you hear him call to you.

“Howlett, my last name is Howlett.” 

Your sweet night with Logan turned sour the minute you woke up. Your parents were down at the breakfast table. Scowling with disappointed looks on their face. Oh great what else is new.

“You need to quit.” Your dad says and you laugh.

“What?”

“Do you know how embarrassing it is for us to tell people you’re working at a diner? You come home smelling like smoke? It’s insulting the family!” Your mother hisses and you feel tears well up in your eyes. You knew they were cruel but to hear those words from your own mother. It hurt.

“I am an adult, I don’t have to listen to you anymore.”

“As long as you’re living here you do. Now go down and tell them or I will.” Your father stands and stares you down. You feel so fucking helpless. It’s true. You’re stuck here and the money you’ve saved up isn’t enough to get out of here just yet.

You storm out of the house, letting the tears fall once you’re out of their view. The walk to the diner is miserable. You don’t want to quit, you like your job. Tears fall as you tell your manager, apologizing and leaving with your tail tucked between your legs. You hated this. You longed to be free and now you’re trapped at home.

Sitting on a bench outside of the diner you let yourself cry. Not wanting your parents to see any sign of weakness from you.

“Hey, everything okay doll?” You look up and see a blurry Logan from your watery eyes. He’s got grease and oil on his face and suit. Wiping his hands with a rag.  You shake your head and Logan sits next to you.

“My parents made me quit.” He scoffs in disbelief.

Oh Logan knows all about your father. He wasn’t sure until last night but once he saw your house he knew exactly who your family was. Flaunting their money and status to spit on those lower than them. He serviced your fathers car a few times. Adding pointless upgrades. On the bright side he charges him double and your father doesn’t even bat an eye.

“That’s bullshit.” Logan says angrily. You’ve told him about your life. How disrespectful your parents are. How stupid they can be, anyone should be proud of their daughter getting a degree but they think it’s shameful. You’re smart, pretty, a real perfect girl.

“I don’t know what to do.” You say in such a defeated tone.

“You can always spend time at my work, don’t know if it’s the kind of place you’re used to hanging around but-” He gets cut off as you lunge at him. Hugging him tightly as you seek comfort in his arms. He freezes but slowly places his arms around you. Your perfectly crisp and clean dress was now dirty by his hands but you don’t care.

“I owe you so much Logan, you’ve been a real life saver.” You don’t want to let go. He’s toned, even with the jumpsuit over him. He’s strong and his arms are so warm and welcoming.

“Don’t worry about it doll, can’t stand to see a pretty girl like you so upset.” You lean up and kiss his cheek again. He grins as you scoot closer to him. Suddenly he pushes you back. You’re confused until you see your father pulling up next to the diner. Oh god did he see anything?

“You quit?” He asks, glaring at the dirt on your dress.

“Yes. I quit.” You say unhappily but he doesn’t care. He shifts his eyes to Logan.

“What happened there?” He says accusingly, you know your father wouldn’t hesitate to threaten Logan despite Logan being much stronger. It’s the egotistical nature of him.

“She fell, I caught her.” Logan lies so easily. Your father hums and drops it to your relief.

“I need you to look at my car tomorrow, something’s wrong with the brakes.”

“Got it.” Logan says casually and you can see your father roll his eyes. He drives off leaving the two of you on the bench.

“Say, why don’t you come by with your father tomorrow. I’d be happy to show you a few things” Logan offers, a flirty tone to his voice.

He walks off before you can respond, needing to get back to work. You throw the idea around in your head as you head back home. There’s no denying that Logan is hot. Really hot. He’s everything your parents hate. Lower class, older, doesn’t care about their status. It would drive them insane if you started to hang around a guy like him.

Though you don’t want to just use him to get back at your parents. You really do like him. It’s a win win in your head. Smiling to yourself you already start to pick out your outfit for tomorrow.

Ready to cause a little chaos. 

Your father didn’t understand why you wanted to come with him but you gave him so stupid excuse and he bought it. Your father pulled the car in and threw the keys at Logan. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes but Logan does it for you. Despite Logan being much more knowledgeable about cars, your father still talks down to him. It’s rude and classist and you hate it.

“I’d like to stay, you know, make sure nothing goes wrong.” Your father scoffs but leaves you be.

“He’s real lucky I don’t punch his lights out.” Logan mutters as he pops the hood of his car.

“I’m really sorry, you don’t deserve that.” Logan shrugs. He’s used to it by this point.

“Don’t worry your pretty head about me.” He leans over and kisses your cheek.

He wipes off a seat for you to sit on and you watch him work. There’s something about the way he moves that’s just…attractive. His muscles strain in his jumpsuit, sweat drips down his face. And the noises, god the noises. The grunts when he moves something heavy. Then he does the unthinkable. He unzips his jumpsuit, taking off the top half and tying it around his waist. Leaving him in just a white tank top.

Now you really have a show. You don’t know how much time has passed and you don’t care. Slowly the garage empties as people head to lunch until it’s just you and Logan. Logan can feel your eyes on him. In fact he loves it. Your cute face is staring at him like a piece of meat. He can see you shift on the leather stool. He can smell how bad you want him. It’s desperate, almost pathetic how badly you want him. He stands up, making sure to flex his arms as he sets down the wrench. 

“You alright doll, you look a little hot?” Logan feigns concern as he steps closer to you. Placing his hands on the workshop table. Caging you in.

“I’m okay.” You eye his chest shamelessly, eyes traveling down to the bulge in his suit.

“Yeah? I don’t know…” He slowly takes your sweater off. Leaving your arms bare and your cleavage on show for him.

“I’m not sweet doll, not gonna treat you like a good girl.” He growls in your ear and you whimper. Oh you need him bad.

“I’ll break a sweet thing like you, but something tells me you want that.” You grab his face and smash your lips to his. It’s messy and dirty, teeth knocking against each other as you fight for dominance. Logan slips his hands under your dress, lifting you up to the workbench and stepping in between your legs. Your hands are locked in his hair. Tugging hard as he deepens the kiss. He groans into your mouth. His hands rip your dress at the top. You gasp as his lips trail down your neck leaving sloppy wet kisses until he reaches your boobs.

“Fuck.” He squeezes your chest roughly, purring at the feeling of them in his hands.

“So cute.” He says with a wink as he leans down and bites your nipples roughly. He promised he wouldn’t be nice and he meant it. He shamelessly grinds his bulge against your wet panties.

“Dirty girl, letting a no good mechanic touch you like this. What would your daddy say hm?” He taunts as his hands move to slip up your dress. Pulling your panties down and stuffing them in his pocket.

“Who fucking cares?” You spit out as you grind your hips. Soaking his suit with how wet he’s made you.

“Oh, pretty girls got a mouth on her.”

“Just hurry up!” You whine as you slip your hands under his tank top.

Lifting it over his head so you could get the view of his muscular body. He unties his jumpsuit and yanks it down, letting his hard cock free. To your surprise he picks you up and brings you to your dads car.

“Turn around.” He lifts your dress up and bends you over the hood of the car. His hands run across your ass, squeezing and admiring the view as he slowly grinds his cock along it. The tip of his dick slides in and you moan.

“Yeah, feels good doesn’t it doll.” He says cockily as he renders you utterly speechless.

The stretch is unbelievably amazing as he bottoms out. You whine as you feel every vein, every twitch of his cock inside of you. He’s so big. Everything about him is big. His presence, his arms, his cock. He was just big. He barely gives you anytime to adjust before fucking hard into you. Your hands claw for anything to hold onto. The hood of the car is too slippery so Logan just pins your arms behind your back instead.

“Naughty, naughty girl.” Logan huffs as he leans down to bite your ear. His pace is relentless. Pounding the words right out of you.

“Letting me fuck you on your daddies car.” He puff his chest out proudly. He’s tearing you apart on your asshole fathers car. Making you moan his name as he desecrates his car.

“Feels so good Logan. Oh god!” His cock hitting that perfect spot in you every time. Over and over. It’s unrelenting. You involuntarily shift your hips. The pleasure becomes overwhelming.

“Where are you going doll? I’m not done with you yet.” He lets go of your hands and grabs your hips, pulling you back on his cock with a bruising grip.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You beg wildly as you move your hips back to meet his thrusts.

“Not planning on it.” He tilts his head back in pleasure as he pounds into you. He feels you clenching tightly around him. Your legs are quivering under him. There’s grease smudged all over your body, your face.

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of the windshield. You’re completely disheveled, hair a mess. Makeup smeared and clothes torn. You look absolutely filthy and you love it. You can see Logan’s abs flexing as he thrusts his hips. His hands run up your sides. Taking you by the shoulders to slam you back on his cock. A weak cry leaves your throat with every thrust. Finally you break. A desperate, strangled moan as your body quakes. Shaking and rocking you right to your core.

“That’s it doll, I’ve got you.” He leans down and nudges his nose into your neck. Kissing softly as his thrusts slow just for a moment. Letting you breathe. You’ve never felt more happy in your life.

Logan kisses the side of your head as his hips grow sloppy. Chasing his release and savoring the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing him. With a loud groan he pulls out and finishes on your ass. Your eyes close as your body feels like it's melting. You can barely stand. Logan wipes you down with a clean rag, loving how fucked you appear to be. 

“I got you.” He gently picks you up and brings you to a bench. Laying his clean jacket over you as you will your legs to stop shaking.

“You alright?” He’s got a devilish grin on his face as he redresses himself. Somehow it’s like he’s back to normal while you’re wrecked.

“Perfect, oh my god you’re amazing.” You lean back into the bench and sigh happily.

“What the hell is going on here?!” You shoot up and see your father storming towards you angrily. You’re a mess and you don’t think Logan can lie his way out of this one. He’s angry. Really angry.

“You are nothing but a disappointment and you have been ever since you were born! A disgrace to the whole family! To the town! Doing such horrible things with the likes of him.” He snarls as he points at Logan. You’re stunned into silence.

“I have the right mind to never let you out of the house again you ungrateful little-”

Logan steps in front of him and he tries to hit Logan right in the face but fails miserably. You gasp as Logan pushes him against his car. You watch as boney claws shoot from his hands. Your father squirms in fear as the tips of his sharp claws grow closer to his neck.

“Shut the fuck up.” Logan growls.

“You’re a real fucking dick and a sorry excuse for a father. If I ever see you come near her again I’ll fucking kill you.” He lets go of your father and watches as he runs away. Yelling about mutant freaks. Logan turns back to you, a cold look settling on his face when he sees your face. Now you know his secret.

“You’re a mutant.” You say in awe. To his shock you reach out for him instead of running away.

“I am.” You admire the claws, how amazing.

“Beautiful.” His mouth gapes open as you pull him closer.

For once someone is looking at him like he’s normal, like he’s not a freak of nature. He longs for this but he knows your dad won’t go down quietly. He’ll tell the whole town.

“Look doll, you’re too good for this town. You’re too good for me.” He brushes your cheek softly.

“I can’t stay here anymore and you need to go home. Pretend you never met me. You’re a smart girl and you have a bright future ahead of you.” Logan takes his hand away and walks away.

“Logan!” You throw off his jacket, you're limping slightly but you refuse to let him go. He’s quick on his feet, already shedding his work clothes for his normal ones. A leather jacket thrown over his tank top. His motorcycle is out back. He’s got a backpack already packed and ready to go. Like he was waiting for this moment to happen.

“Take me with you!” You stand in front of his bike.

“What?” He asks in disbelief.

“Please, I hate this town. I have money saved. I can help but please don’t leave me.” You move closer to him, taking his hand in yours.

“I can’t live like this anymore, Logan. I’d give it all up to be with you”

“I can’t let you do that.”

“It’s not your choice. It’s mine so please, take me with you.” He wants to say no. To leave you here. It would break your heart and his but it’s what's best. But a part of him wants to be selfish. He could protect you, he could take care of you. But he fears you’d regret it eventually.

He’s overthinking and you can tell. You grab his jacket and kiss him gently. He groans as he slips his arms around you.

“Please.” You beg softly.

“I can’t promise you the life you’re used to.” He warns but his resolve is slipping.

“I don’t care.” He sighs and kisses you again. It’s becoming addicting. You’re completely addicting.

“Hop on doll,” He throws his leg over the bike and waits.

You waste no time jumping on behind him. Wrapping your arms around his waist as he revs his motorcycle. You lean into him and smile. He stops so you could say goodbye to Betty and grab a bag of clothes. He waited at the door, a grin on his face as his claws were proudly shown off to your parents.

Then he drives. Away from your horrible family and the horrible town. Your future is uncertain but with Logan, you’re confident things will work out.

He’s all you need. 

[swayziiwriter]

Yours | Jude Bellingham

summary: heart racing, Jude was fresh off his EURO qualifying eager to make his girlfriend sweat and plead for his body

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

NOTE: a little something until I get my more detailed chapters out

Jude was in an outright wild state. The main sounds bouncing off the walls of your bedroom were his hips snapping into yours in a fierce speed and noisy constant cries pouring from your slobbering mouth. iIt was excessively suggestive, so salacious, and grimy that he wishes he can consume right now in his cerebrum to store and replay.

For the absence of better words, he was unable to get enough of it, so focused on how his cock fits so cozily in your throbbing walls, it seemed like he was beyond happy exclusively due to the hold your drenched pussy has on him. He was unable to try and pull away from you in the event that he needed to, just being sucked in at whatever point his hips move back. Jude was wanting to endeavor from ever eliminating himself from you in any case, he could become mixed up in this sensation forever and that is precisely the exact thing he wanted.

That wasn't even the main thing that had him in this strangle hold, his eyes couldn't quit focusing in on your lovely highlights responding to each haul of his cock, eyes screwed shut and temples scrunching in pleasure. You looked frantically entrancing under him, completely destroyed and unfit to contain your despicable groans with your nails diving into his arms. There was sweat that began to dot onto every last trace of your delicate skin hosing the sheets, that as well as your mind getting away from the truth was quite noticeable and he was going haywire from everything.

His eyes blurred over with desire at the sight and his eagerness defeated him. It lighted something so licentious in his very being that his pushes became more earnestly, sloppier, battering your inner parts determined to spill a heap to paint your walls white.

"I’m gonna-fuck!" You cry. He snorts out, blood humming when you press around him so immovably, "Jude-Jude please give it to me” you begged, arms grabbing at anything. “is that right? you'd like that wouldn’t you?” He teased, hand’s coming up to squeeze your breasts. “Make you mine huh? I think you’d like if I’d fill that pretty pussy up with my cum. He's proclaiming careless words, gasping shakily from the responsiveness, balls going tight.

"All mine." He groans, you both apparently couldn't regulate a solitary reasonable idea. just focusing on attempting to arrive at your climaxes. "yes--ah, all yours Jude only you” that was enough for him to overturn the edge, spilling his cum within you with a short of breath heave. It was so quick and abrupt that it left him stunned and puzzled.

You accomplished your own climax upon the sensation of the warm fluid spraying somewhere down in your center, you clasp down and writhe around him, draining him for everything he has. A clear white ring paints the foundation of his length when he bucks gradually to quiet down both of your highs.

Yet again he shivers at the consequential convulsions in weariness yet when he sees you totally screwed out-his cock blends, jerking and turning out to be hard once more. He flickers once. twice. Taking into account over his best course of action. You were unable to try and answer when your body moves no sweat, as though you weighed only a quill. His solid veiny hands takes tightly to your waist to put you on all fours preceding pushing your head down onto the messy bed, holding your scruff with one palm to keep you set up.

With your butt in the air, the cum begins to leak out of your pussy-spilling down to your clit. Quickly, he gets the liquid with his tip and hauls it to your opening once more, diving his full length into you to screw the cum back inside, making you kick your feet in shock. The rich pillows impeccably quieting your shouts.

"Can't waste any of it baby, need to give you more. make you brimming with it." He's not even irritated by the overstimulation consuming the fat top of his dick, you had him at your mercy without a doubt, and he was unable to be more satisfied.

[bweedable]

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KINKTOBER

- day 2 (11th of october!)

" 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝖭𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖶𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 '𝖢𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 ,,

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dom!chis + sub!Y/N

WARNING : degrading, deepthroating, crying, gagging, eye contact, name calling, use of Y/N.

Chris was laying in bed, softly palming the massive bulge that was in his grey sweatpants, but every time he let out a groan, he thought of Y/N, and once he thought about her he couldn't stop, it was like a never ending thought - all the positions he'd put her in, the sounds her pretty mouth would make .. he smirked as his chest heaved, his hands moving around in a hurry as he looked for his phone, scattered around his bed somewhere. "fuck..fuck..fuck.. wheres my phone.." he muttered as he found it, grabbing it as he quickly opened it, texting Y/N.

8:23 PM

Chris smirked as he placed his phone down, he loved seeing Y/N.. and that pretty pretty face, the pretty face he'd stare into as she'd ride the shit out of him. about half an hour had passed before Y/N got there, greeting Matt and Nick before going to Chris' room, she walked in - looking around. "your room hasn't changed since the last time i was over" she giggled, biting her bottom lip as she took off her hoodie, placing it on the back of his gaming chair. underneath that she had the most perfect , well fitted white tank top on, her nipples poking through, also wearing some fluffy pyjama pants. "so what'd you need?" Y/N smiled, looking up at him.

Chris stared at Y/N's body, practically drooling at the mouth as he ran a hand through his fluffy brown hair.. he slowly stepped closer to her, her chest against his stomach as she arched her back, Chris leaned down to grab her as she lifted her arms up, letting him pick her up as she put her hands on his shoulders, giggling. "nothingg.. was just bored, lets watch a movie?" he smiled rubbing her neck softly as she nodded, leading her to the bed as the put her down and layed himself down, Y/N slightly moved over and wrapped her leg around his wait to get comfortable, letting out a sigh as she wrapped herself around him. "what're we gonna watch?"

after about 30 minutes of them talking back and forth about a movie, they decided to put on 'Monsters' since it was new and something they've never watched before, 30 minutes into the episode, Y/N kept moving her hips against his thigh, letting out tiny whimpers that no one could hear, no one but them, Y/N realised Chris was getting quite touchy too, his hand on her lower back, she started to move her hips faster and rougher, letting out some louder whimpers, Chris smirked, his hand moving lower as he slowly kneaded her ass, making Y/N moan louder, digging her head into his chest.

Not even 10 minutes passed before Y/N's ass was in the air, Chris' hands digging into the soft flesh of her ass, tugging it hard enough to bruise. "such a perfect ass..mhm.." he continued to pound into her tight cunt, his balls swinging under him, slapping against her swollen clit, making Y/N moan and grip the sheets, tugging on the sheets as her thighs shook. “n.. need- need t’cum!” Chris leaned down, chuckling as she felt his hot breath against her ear, "you don't cum til i say so, baby." his grin growing as he continued to pound into her, Y/N tilted her head down, getting louder as she arched her back, "wanna cum so bad.. h-h-uh?" he grunted as he pulled her hair, she nodded fast, her eyes rolling back. "go on then princess." he grunted, thrusting faster into her as his dick twitched in her, he gripped her ass tighter, pulling her onto his big dick as he came inside her, feeling her walls squeeze around him as she came.

Minutes passed as she laid on her stomach, Chris next to her as she looked up at him. "daddy" she whimpered, her tears stained her cheeks as she cried, from the pleasure of her orgasm, wiping her cheeks with her wrists. "hm?" he grabbed her neck, not tightly, just enough to be able to have a firm grip on her. "thank you.." she whined. "oh youre not done yet baby.. still have so long to go for your pretty mouth.." he smirked his hand trailing to her lip as she held her bottom lip down, grabbing her and lifting her to her feet. "c'mon.. y'know how to deep throat right baby?" he pet her head, treating her like a child, she looked down at his dick.

"i-it wont fit, chrissy.." he set you on your knees, his cock just above her eyebrows. "i'll make it fit.. c'mon.. show me how good of a slut you are.." he played with her hair, tangling his hand into the back of her hair. "mouth open." he said, emotionless as she obeyed, opening her mouth as wide as she could before he slammed into her mouth, thrusted as she felt his tip graze the back of her throat. "ff-uuhh..ck.. such a pretty little fuck toy.." he continued to thrust til his dick twitched, Y/N was gagging as he continued slamming, chasing his orgasm. "thats right.. let me hear those slutty gags on daddys big dick.." he pulled out of her mouth. "go on try this shit." he demanded as she looked up at him, her tongue touching the top of his tip, making him twitch slightly at the feeling of his tensed muscles, Y/N slowly pushed him into her mouth, gagging before she even felt his cock touch the back.

"are you fucking kidding me." he said roughly, a mad expression across his face as he pulled her hair, "does this look like fucking deep throating to you.?" he said, her eyebrows furrowed as she looked into his eyes, "i've got to do everything for this little slut, huh?" he rolled his eyes, gripping her hair tighter, thrusting into her small throat, his actions just as degrading as the words that came out of his mouth, she arched her back as he got closer, tilting his head back - and with one loud grunt he finally came down her throat, pulling out as he looked down at her. "swallow, whore." she obeyed as she swallowed, looking into his eyes. "fucking deep throat my shit next time." he demanded slapping his cock on her tongue as she swallowed. "m'sorry daddy!!' she whimpered, tears rolling down her cheeks from how rough it was. "you're not fucking sorry..mm'kay?" Y/N pouted, looking into his eyes. "don't look at me like a brat or i'll put you in your place like one." Y/N nodded, her brain felt like it was mush, she couldn't think straight - he'd fucked the thoughs right out of her pretty little head.

[urinarythreatinfection]

Since Halloween is just around the corner how would the straw hat crew react if reader dressed up as one of them for Halloween? (It could be Luffy or whatever straw hat crew member you think would be best?😅)

This was fun to make even if I kept getting stuck on it due to a bad mood. Also I couldn't decide on who so I asked an elder (my older brother) and he chose the swirly browed cook himself! Enjoy!

Fun(ny) Halloween

Sanji x Gender Neutral Reader. 1496 words. Platonic and co-starring the rest of the Strawhat crew.

October, a month of fall and most importantly, Halloween. There’s a problem though… you don’t know what to go as. You could pick a classic, vampire, mummy, some sort of animal or devil, but that’s boring. You want something cool but scary, easy to do would be a plus too. While thinking of this you’re suddenly jumpscared by Sanji bursting out of the kitchen onto the deck with food.

“Robin-chann!! I made the tea you asked for~~~~” He spins around and sets it down in front of her, swooning when she smiles at him with an elegant “Thank you.” Your hand goes to your heart, he’s always so passionate it’s startling.

‘Startling…’ An idea pops into your mind and you look at Sanji, he’s really just wearing a suit, right? It's mostly likely uncomfortable, but a regular suit is an easy thing to get! This is perfect, plans starting to form in your head as the day goes on. As soon as the Sunny docks at an island you run off, saying you have something to do that’s a surprise. Eyebrows you can just draw on, a blonde wig is easy to get too even if you have to style it a bit, now to get a suit. You walk into the store and look around, grabbing one and checking the price tag. Expensive! Sanji has good taste too so an accurate one to him would be even more than this… well it isn’t like you’re going to become him, you don’t need anything fancy. You get whatever suit is close enough to his and a regular dress shirt. For a tie, you could bribe Nami to borrow one from him. Perfect plan, you’re a genius. When you get back to the ship you borrow sewing tools from Usopp and a straightener from Robin since Nami would have charged you. Things are easy enough from there, adjusting the suit slightly to fit your body and cutting the wig. It isn’t… the best. Sanji is very well maintained, and you’re making this really late, but it’s enough to be recognizable as him.

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October, the month of- hell yeah it’s Halloween! You excitedly grab your costume, putting it on and making some final touches to look nice. You do look nice in a suit, almost everyone does, but this is a bit of a hassle. “How does he just wear this all the time?” You mumble to yourself while putting it on. Now that you think about it, having a full suit on is the most peculiar for a pirate to wear. No matter, this’ll only be for a day anyway. Only thing left is to go show everyone.

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“That’s your costume? Seriously? A mummy?” Nami, in a sexy farmer costume, says to Zoro. He’s just wearing bear ears and bandages on his face. “That’s the same as last year!”

“I’m a bear mummy this time, don’t you have eyes?” He points to the bear ears and Nami gives him a look of disgust. “You relaxing your face or something? Look a lot better like this.” Nami’s expression turns back to normal and Zoro flinches on purpose, causing her to kick him in the shin angrily. Chopper, who's dressed as a little ghost complete with a tenkan headband over the white sheet and black painted horns, runs around trying to catch a mechanical bee Usopp’s piloting. The sniper’s dressed as a beekeeper, but with actual mechanical bees in the hive on his back. He’s matching with Franky dressed as the queen, or king, bee. When Chopper catches it he strikes a pose and gives a “SUPER!!”

“Robin-Chwannn~ You look beautiful even in your costume.” Sanji swoons over Robin in her spider woman costume. No, not the superhero, an actual spider woman, she even grew arms on her back to keep the image. Brook goes to her as well, dressed as a magician.

“Yohoho~ Here’s my magic trick for two beautiful women.” He pulls two roses from his afro and gives one to her, then to Nami.

“You just pulled roses from your hair…” Usopp mumbles.

“Awee that was actually kinda sweet.” Nami admires the rose.

“Free of charge, though I do take panties as dona-” He gets hit on the head. Jinbe isn’t quite used to this sort of thing, but has learned his lesson about Nami already and chooses to silently sip his tea in his zombie costume courtesy of you and Luffy. Suddenly you walk out from inside the ship and Luffy, dressed as.. a pirate captain with a hook, notices you from his spot on the railing above.

“Huh? Sanji?” That brings attention to you, especially Sanji who turns around expecting for Luffy to ask him for food; instead seeing you dressed at him. He freezes with his mouth open, stopped in his tracks before he could yell at his captain that he was fed not too long ago.

“Oh. my. gods.” Nami stares at you and then bursts out laughing with Usopp. “Is this why you asked me to get a tie from h-him!?” She holds her stomach, bending down slightly as she laughs. You walk over to her.

“Well? Was it worth the investment, mademoiselle?” You say to her and she covers her mouth to muffle more laughing.

“Another shitty cook, this is a nightmare.” Zoro says in the background, which seems to snap Sanji out of it.

“Shut up, Mosshead!" They start to fight, the cook kicking down at Zoro as he blocks with his swords. Luffy keeps staring between you and Sanji.

“Wait, how are there two Sanjis?” He’s confused.

“One is clearly not me! How is this not obvious to you!?” The blonde points to himself, then motions to his whole body. Luffy stares at his face, then at yours. The both of you have swirly eyebrows.

“You have a twin? When did they get on the ship?” Sanji falls to his knees at Luffy’s obliviousness. “Which one of you is Sanji?”

“I’m Sanji.” You say with a charismatic smile, putting your hand on your face and flicking your hair.

“Ohhh okay.” Luffy nods.

“Don’t just believe them!” The real Sanji yells.

“I’m gonna pass out…!” Usopp clutches his chest, getting lightheaded from laughing too hard. Sanji looks at everyone laughing and gets a little bummed, you walk over to him.

“Well? How do I look? I actually worked pretty hard on this, though I don’t look as cool as you.” Sanji’s ears perk up from your compliment.

“Cool?” He pries for more of them.

“Yeah, you always look really put together. This helped me realize how tiring it must be to almost always have a suit on. It kinda makes me admire you.” His eyes twinkle and he smiles, trying to keep it calm and charismatic rather than overly happy.

“Hmm, I guess that’s true.” Nami mumbles to herself while trying to imagine having to wear a suit all the time. Sanji catches it immediately; but so do you. Right as he runs to her you follow suit and copy his swooning.

“Nami-Swann~! You really think so~~!!?” He finishes his statement and turns to you, shock on his face. Nami shivers a little.

“Yikes. Maybe the costume is more scary than funny.” She says and Zoro nods.

“Sorry, your behavior is kind of predictable.” You admit to Sanji, who’s feeling conflicted between liking that his love for women is known and being ashamed that he’s this predictable. Chopper puts a hoof on his leg for comfort, but he’s shaking slightly from also trying not to laugh. The cook turns to Robin right as you do.

“Robin-channnn do you think i’m pre-” He stops and so do you, then falls to his knees again. Robin can’t help it and tries to turn her head and muffle a small laugh with her hand, though it’s still heard. Luffy, who started laughing too, stretches down from where he was hanging and onto Franky.

“Sanji and Sanji, do it again!” He cheers for an encore, raising his arms up. It doesn’t make Swirly Brow feel much better.

“You’re still a better cook than me. I can’t copy your talents.” You crouch down to Sanji’s level but he looks away, pouting and upset that he’s the butt of the joke. “Y’know I wouldn’t have put this much effort into the costume if I was ashamed of you.” You stand back up and strike a pose. “So why don’t you teach me some tricks so I can make this more accurate?” This seems to cheer him up and he stands, looking around. Well, these are his friends, and it’s not like it’s unfunny.

“Well,” He clears his throat. “your hair isn’t parted correctly.” His hands go to your wig and smooth it out as you smile back. If the people he cares for are happy, so is he.

“I think they look better.” Zoro states and Sanji attacks him. Zoro is the exception.

[la-petite-lapin]

Double the Love | Part Eleven*

Double the Love masterlist

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x female civilian!OC Word Count: 2.6k Series warnings (may change between chapters): 18+ Minors DNI, angst, mentions of death, mentions of violence, explicit sexual content, polyamory, M/M/F, unprotected PinV, fingering, praise, size difference, biting, marking, Tali being a tease, Johnny's dirty talk

Johnny passes his fitness test

"So, how's the apartment hunting going?" Winnie asks, her upper body in the frame of our FaceTime call. She looks even tanner than usual, practically glowing as she beams at me.

She hasn't got long left to go on her work trip now and - after a particularly promising flat viewing last week - me and the boys might not be living in our apartment for much longer. We've finally found a place that works for all of us - the perfect mix of homey and industrial, with two bathrooms, a huge master bedroom with a walk-in closet, and a decent-sized spare room. And - as an added bonus - it's only a twenty-minute walk from here.

I gush to her about the place; about the giant, warehouse-style windows in the open-plan living room, and my interior design ideas. She listens eagerly, her smile only growing brighter and brighter until I stop and ask, "What?"

There's a pause as she shifts, getting comfortable on her hotel bed in Paris. Braids falling over one shoulder, her dark, wise eyes find mine through the screen, twinkling with an amused light. "You seem genuinely happy, Tali. It suits you." She tilts her head slightly, adding, "When I get home, we all need to go out for dinner and drinks. I get the feeling I should start getting used to these guys being around."

I laugh at that. "I think you should too. They aren't going anywhere any time soon."

We talk a bit more - exchanging I miss you's and stories about some of the other things that we've been up to in the past week - before I hear the sound of the front door opening and closing with a soft thud. The "honey, I'm home!" that follows is enough to tell me that Johnny is back in the building.

"I'll call you in the morning, yeah?" I say, heat flooding the tips of my ears as I flash Winnie a bashful smile.

She grins back. "Sure thing. Goodnight, babe."

The call is barely over before Johnny comes crashing into the bedroom, a huge smile on his face. "Simon called. He's gonnae pick up take-out from that little Italian place you like on his way home."

I switch my phone screen off and let it fall on top of the sheets beside me. Twisting so that I'm laying on my back, propped up on my elbows with my legs dangling off the edge of the bed, I catch onto what he hasn't mentioned.

Simon had to go into one of their offices today for a meeting with John, Gaz, and their colleague Kate; something that he couldn't avoid no matter how much he wanted to. It's looking more and more likely that they're going to have to go on another mission soon. And Johnny - well, Johnny had a doctor's appointment to assess his recovery.

To assess whether or not he was deemed fit enough to go along with them.

I hum, feigning nonchalance for a second before asking, "How did the appointment go?"

Just like that, the care-free smile on Johnny's face fades. He clears his throat, shifting his weight between his feet like a child afraid of getting a telling off. There's no hint of an injury in his stance now - not like there was when he first moved in. He doesn't favour one side anymore; doesn't have any trouble standing up, or lying down, or reaching for things.

He's better. He's healed.

And it's good news.

Or at least it should be.

"I, er- well, Doc reckons 'm good to go back to active duty," he says with a grimace. One hand reaches for the nape of his neck, tugging at the longer strands of his mohawk. He's self-soothing, and there's nothing I want more than to comfort him, but I let him finish. "Was gonnae tell you and Si tonight over dinner. Didn't wanna ruin a good day."

An invisible hand reaches through my ribs, fingers curling around my heart and squeezing like a vice. Panic, fear, worry; the emotions whirl through me like a storm gale, threatening to sweep me away with their intensity.

Instead of letting myself feel it, I swallow it down.

Pursing my lips, I meet Johnny's baby blue gaze. "It's okay. It'll all be okay."

He sits down beside me with a heavy thump, gaze trained on the wall in front of us. Refusing to hold my gaze, he sighs deeply. "Tali, nothin' about this is okay. This wasn't meant t' happen until we got the new place sorted out. Now... 'ah could be called away at a moment's notice. Simon too. Wouldn't have a say in the matter. Ye would be alone for God knows how long, waitin' for us without word. Worried sick.

"Ye don't know what it's like. I've been though this with Si before - it's not fun, lassie. It's gonnae hurt."

I sit upright, shuffling closer to the edge of the bed until I'm sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with him. I wrap an arm around his side, leaning into his warmth.

His body is tense to the touch, but his soft t-shirt smells like his aftershave - clean and familiar. Like home.

I press a gentle kiss to his shoulder blade, my words muffled against the fabric and muscle as I speak. "We'll get through this, Johnny. It'll be okay."

Some of the tension leaves at that, his considerable frame sagging further against me. With a shaky exhale, I almost miss the whispered, "'ah don't wanna leave ye, Tali," that follows.

My heart breaks for him.

The only thing that I can think to say is, "I know."

Neither of us speak for a while after that. I just hold him while he stares off into space, gaze trained simultaneously on the wall and some far-away place that neither of us can see. And it's all I can do not to burst into tears myself.

Before long, Johnny pulls me into his lap, burying his face into my hair and nuzzling his nose against the side of my neck. It takes me a second to register the soft, lazy kisses that he's pressing there - trailing up my jaw and behind my ear.

"Johnny," I mumble, tilting my head to give him access to the delicate, sensitive skin there.

He grunts in acknowledgment.

I repeat his name, firmer this time. It takes him a moment, but he draws back enough for me to look at his face. With one hand on his broad chest, I say, "Are you sure you want to do this right now?"

Johnny grins lazily, the picture of care-free ease despite the tense line of his jaw. "Lassie, there's nothin' else ah'd rather be doing right now."

I lift a hand to cradle his cheek, relishing the rough bite of his stubble against my palm as he melts into my touch. The trust and affection lurking in his gaze is enough to choke me up; to bring a rush of answering emotion inside of me. Pressing my forehead to his, I stare into his eyes, palm trailing down the side of his throat to rest atop his broad shoulder.

"Johnny... I know it's soon but-"

He cuts me off by tangling a hand in my hair, pulling my lips down to meet his. I sink my teeth into the bottom one, pulling a deep, throaty chuckle from him.

"Ay, vicious little thing!" Johnny's hand comes down against my backside in a playful smack, the flat of his hand immediately soothing the sting with a gentle caress of his calloused palm. "Tha's my lassie."

I bite back a whine, determined not to give him the satisfaction.

Instead, I shift myself until I'm straddling his lap, thighs bracketing his. His eyes darken as I get comfortable, purposefully rubbing against him as much as possible. I can feel the considerable length of him straining against the fabric of his gym shorts, the short skirt of my sundress doing little to shield me from the fact.

"Johnny?" I gasp, wide-eyed with feigned innocence.

Through gritted teeth, he growls, "Aye."

Leaning close, I press an open-mouthed kiss to his temple. "I'm not wearing any underwear."

If I wasn't turned on before, the look of pure, raw heat on his face takes me the rest of the way. With a sound verging on animalistic, Johnny flips us so that I'm on my back, his weight resting on the mattress between my spread thighs as he towers over me, caging me beneath him. It's far from menacing though; sending a thrill of anticipation through me.

Those blue eyes of his glitter with the thrill of the chase, gaze never leaving mine as one hand shifts to paw at the hem of my dress. With a slight dip of my head, his eyes drift south, fingers tugging the skirt up until its bunched up around my waist. His fingers trail back down the bare skin, goosebumps rising in their wake.

Pressing a trail of sloppy kisses to my neck, he licks over the hollow at the base of my throat. His mouth distracts me while his index finger circles my clit. He does it once, then twice, before finally skimming down to where I really need them. A rumbling sound leaves his chest when he finds just how wet I am for him.

He eases his fingers out of me with a mumbled praise.

"Don't be mean," I whine, arching my hips up towards him. "Just make me feel good."

Johnny scoffs something that sounds remarkably like "pillow princess" before pulling away. My gaze follows him as he frantically tugs down his gym shorts and boxers, his thick cock springing up - ready and waiting.

I don't laugh at the tattoo this time, instead running my thumb over it.

Practically purring, Johnny's hand wraps around my wrist, guiding his hand down to touch him. My fingers close around his length, relishing in the hiss that leaves his lips. His eyes find mine once again as he whimpers, "See, Tali. All of this is for you. Feel how fuckin' hard ye make me."

He thrusts into my hand to punctuate his point.

A breathy moan wrestles free from my throat. "Johnny- Johnny, I need you."

The strong column of his throat works as he swallows, seemingly nodding to himself before easing back down on top of me. Lining up, he places his free hand beside my head, balancing his weight as he notches himself at my entrance.

I savour the slow, delicious drag as he pushes into me, muttering soft praises under his breath as his face drops down beside mine. His dark hair tickles my cheek as he flexes his hips, slowly easing out before pushing himself in to the hilt. The movement punches the air out of my lungs in a sharp gasp.

"'ah loved watching Si eat you out," Johnny growls, low and guttural as he eases out again before slamming home. It suddenly occurs to me that he's no novice at dirty talk. In fact, he excels at it. "Loved watching you watch us." He twists his hips without warning, hitting a spot deep inside of me that sends me reeling - seeing stars as my eyes roll back. "But nothin' compares to being right here."

I cling to him like he's a lifeline, clawing at the tanned skin of his broad back and lifting my legs to wrap them around his tapered waist. I pull him close, gathering him to me as he picks up the pace like it's a challenge, burying my face in the crook of his neck.

Barrelling towards a release, I nuzzle my nose into his skin - inhaling the scent of his aftershave mixed with a hint of sweat - and bite down. Hard.

As I come, vaguely aware of the coppery taste now coating my tongue, Johnny roars. His hips stutter, a flood of warmth filling me as he finds his own high. I lose all sense of myself, vaguely aware of his weight pressing me into the mattress; muttered praises and apologies for not lasting very long.

Basking in the afterglow, he collapses on top of me, neither of us willing or able to move for a few long moments.

"That was... wow," Johnny says eventually, breathless and sweating.

"Intense?" I supply, still clinging to him like a koala bear. Banding his arms around me, he rolls us until he's on his back, my weight settling on top of him. He still hasn't pulled out - letting me enjoy the moment just a little while longer.

I have to remind myself that Simon will be home any minute now with dinner; stopping myself from getting amped up for round two.

Surrounded by him, I run my fingertips along the ridge of his shoulder, provoking the shiver that I was looking for with ease. But the smile on my face cracks as soon as I draw my hand back.

My fingertips are smeared with red.

I jerk upright, Johnny's softening cock slipping out with a wince from him. The post-orgasm haze leaves me just as abruptly as I lean over him, inspecting the damage. Sure enough, there are two rows of shallow teeth indents in the tanned skin of his shoulder, deep enough to draw a steady trickle of blood.

I pull back, grimacing.

"Ay, none of that!" Johnny declares, eyes glittering once again. "Did something for me, tha' did." Heat floods my cheeks as a roguish grin forms on his full lips. "Think we might need to tell Si about that little trick."

My eyes trail down, focusing on the tattoo along his V-line as I straddle his tapered hips. He returns the favour, stroking a bare sliver of skin along my own hip. With a contemplative hum, he suggests, "Ye should get a tattoo there. Ours."

It takes all my strength not to grind down against the bare length of him here and now. The primal urge to take and claim ghosts over me; the urge to have their handwriting marked permanently on such an intimate part of my body.

"Now that's an idea." I lean down to press a kiss to his lips. "In your handwriting?"

A devilish glint sparks up in his eyes, but he bites back on it, tapping me once on the thigh. "We should get cleaned up before Si gets home. Come on, little menace: shower."

An hour later, the three of us are lounging in the living room, eating Italian out of the cardboard box-trays that it was packed in. The results of Johnny's fitness test and doctor's exam were the first thing Simon asked about upon his return - his reaction something between disappointment and bitter acceptance - followed shortly by quizzing Johnny about the fresh bite mark on his shoulder. He'd only had to glance at me - guilty, dishevelled, and shifting my thighs in an attempt to ease the hollow ache between my legs - before his eyes darkened with lustful understanding.

I let myself fade into the background, listening to the quiet noise of the TV and the boys trading bits of work gossip - mentioning names of people I've never met and scandalous titbits I've never heard before.

Until something snags my attention.

"Kate said we have to go, Si," Johnny says sullenly. "'s not like it's waterboarding or anything. It's a fuckin' military ball for Christ's sake!"

Simon grumbles something under his breath, a string of curses punctuated by the odd coherent word. It ends in, "being paraded about like a fuckin' show pony."

"Surely it's not that bad," I say incredulously. A catered party with booze, decent food, and dancing - it sounds quite fun. I think Alex mentioned one once, back in his early days as an Officer.

Johnny beams. "See! Tali gets it. We should all go. Price and Gaz are going - we could make a night out of it."

Something sours in Simon's expression. "Hm, and how would that work out exactly? Who gets to go with Tali?"

I can't help but frown. He's right; I can only formally attend with one of them, especially around their colleagues and higher-ups. How else would we explain what's going on between the three of us? Hell, Johnny and Si aren't even out at work.

"We'll think of something," Johnny says, ever the optimist. "Besides, 's not for a few weeks yet. Think that new op'll happen first."

Simon grunts, finishing off the last few bites of his linguine. "Speaking of, I'm gonna reach out to that guy about the flat tomorrow. See if we can close on it as soon as possible." Hazel eyes meet mine. "Provided that's still what you want, love?"

I flash him a sweet grin. "Of course it is."

a/n: it took time, but we did it! hope you liked part 11. what do you want next, part 12 of this, part 2 of Unlikely Friendships or... something new? :) - lapetitelapin <3

[saoirseirose]

Sweet and Salty!

Would JJK men let you stack donuts on it?

Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji

Warnings: Suggestive, Inappropriate use of donuts, Oral (M!receiving), Teasing, Bondage (?) (in sukuna), SIIIIIZE KINK, Crack.

WC: 0.9k

GOJO

Count: 1, It doesn't fit

It was his idea, heaven knows how gullible the all mighty gojo satoru when it comes to TikTok trends, so the blame was fully on you when you left him for an hour, with his phone, alone.

Gojo satoru in the battlefield is fucking horrifying, so it was a shock to see this man fall into something as low as a whining mess, puppy eyes, pouty lips, and his high-pitched voice as he pressed his palms together, kneeling infront of you as you fought the urge of shoving the remote control down his pretty little throat.

"don't you think it'll look so pretty baby? Aren't you curious at all? Don't you want to see how many donuts I can stack on it? Beat the world record too?"

"there's no world record for the most stacked donuts on a dick, satoru"

"there is now!"

He wouldn't stop bringing it up, he just couldn't, he physically couldn't or else he'll surely die. (He's dramatic like that, you live for it though) You're in the supermarket? Don't let him pass the aisle with donuts stocked on the shelves. You're watching T.V after an exhausting day? Don't let him see any commercial with donuts included. You're laying down trying to fall asleep? Don't breathe because Satoru will surely bring it up again, begging you to stack donuts on his cock like a broken vinyl record.

Everyone has their limits, what do you know about limits? Nothing.

So you finally fell for his traps, giving him an annoyed sigh, one that he's happy to hear because that doesn't like a 'no' to him. So he bolts out of your shared bed, long limbs rushing towards the door, and before you know it, he's back with two fucking boxes of donuts.

"satoru, did you—"

"I came prepared, If you didn't agree, I would've just ate it by myself, in the shower, tears in my eyes, my broken heart in my palm" he coos, scuffling with the ribbon that tied the two boxes together.

You rolled your eyes, watching as your dramatic boyfriend unboxed the donuts, placing it on the bed before wrestling with his belt, all huffs and puffs as he fought with the leather.

You laughed, shaking your head in disbelief as you climbed on the edge of the bed, removing his belt yourself.

Satoru's breathing becomes uneven, pretty blue eyes pinned onto the crown of your head, his hand gripping your shoulder as you removed his belt, taking mental notes to chastise him for not even changing his outside clothes since he's too horny to function.

He groans, the sound rumbling in his chest as his eyes fluttered, feeling you rub his chubbing cock through his slacks, his blunt nails digging on your shoulder, but not enough to hurt you.

"so needy" It was your turn to coo at him, watching intently as he bucks into your hand, completely forgetting his original plan.

"donuts" he breathes out, almost wheezing as if the air in his lungs had been knocked out, in a way at least. He removes his hands from your shoulder, busying his fingers instead as he unzipped his pants, pushing it down his thighs before he's sitting down on the bed, his back flat on the headboard, eyes dark with desire as he pats his thighs, calling out to you.

You bit back a laugh, seeing him slowly fall apart, and you're not even doing anything yet. You slowly got to his lap, making sure to make it as slow as possible, and as painful for satoru who's gripping the sheets by now.

"you got somewhere to go, baby?"

"yeah, inside you, tonight, hopefully" he grunts, resting his head on the headboard just behind him, panting.

"I thought you wanted to beat a world record?" Grabbing a piece of donut from the box, you teased him furthermore, to which satoru replies with a soft whine, grabbing your free hand to squeeze it in a quiet plead.

Once you got enough of teasing him, you placed a donut on his leaking tip, satoru's lips opening to let out a breathy gasp, his face pinched when the pastry doesn't go past his cockhead

"it doesn't fit, 'toru" you mumble, looking at him through your eyelashes, faux disappointment evident in your voice as you twisted the donut, making satoru take in a sharp intake of breath.

"fuck that, Don't need a world record when I've got a pretty pussy infront of me" he grumbles in "disappointment" as he wretches the dessert away from you, the gears in his head working while he removes your shorts, followed by your panties.

The sheets definitely didn't survive that night, and satoru wasted money on donuts that inevitably ended up on the ground.

GETO

Count: 4, too thick, donut fucking ripped

Suguru closed his eyes, takes in a deep breath, probably stole it away from you as you stacked another donut on his already-too-hard-cock-it-looks-borderline-painful.

He knew you were down to anything he brings up, especially in the bedroom, but he didn't think you'd be this engrossed to his perverted fantasies.

You were down to four donuts, the glaze staining his cock as it mixed with his pre, his abs clenching as he watched you stare at his cock in awe, something he finds adorable. He wanted to tease you, maybe rile you up, but he's too busy chasing his breath to do so.

His tip was flushed red, looking angry that you're suddenly fearing for you life, you swiped a thumb on it, a smudge of cream getting caught on the pad of your finger, to which you brought to your lips and licked.

And Suguru could practically hear the boss music blasting inside his head, his cock throbbing at the view that the donuts around his dick started to fall apart.

It was bizarre, seeing a man rip four donuts simultaneously just because he got so fucking horny that pre-cum oozed out of him, almost like he's already cumming.

Mortified, suguru apologized, he doesn't know why he's apologizing but he sure is now.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean to ruin your—work" he hesitates, unsure of what to call it, piece of art? Too glorifying. Thy cock piercing the circle of desserts? Too poetic.

"that took me two hours sugu" you pout, pretty lips jutted to a small scowl, though in all honesty, it only took you five minutes to stack the donuts, five since suguru kept moaning whenever your fingers grazed his cock, five since there's already eight donuts he ripped throughout the process.

"I'm sorry, I really am, try again? I wanna make it up to my pretty girl"

Safe to say that the donut place nearby wasn't pleased with the continuous orders in the same address for the past three hours.

NANAMI

Count: 1, it was the only one you had

Nanami's eyebrows furrowed, lip caught between his teeth as he grabbed onto the couch's arm, almost ripping it as you hollowed your throat, tongue lapping up his precum as you moaned around him, making him hiss, his hand running through your disheveled hair as he tries not to buck his hips so he doesn't suffocate you.

It was supposed to be an innocent lunch in the office with your husband, you brought pastries from his favorite bakery on the way, even bought his home-made lunch prepared by you.

But things don't usually go to plan, especially if your husband is pent up with work, resulting in his office door to be locked, his assistants ordered not to come up because he's 'too busy'

Which he is, he's too busy fighting the urge to cum, he's groaning, whispering praises as you gagged around him, an apology sputtering out of him, eyes closing as he throws his head back.

He tries to distract himself, thinking of his annoying white-haited subordinate, thinks of the deadlines he's trying hard to forget, thinks of how hectic his job is.

But nothing works when you pull away, keeping his tip popped inside your mouth as you lathered saliva on the flesh, tongue poking to caress his frenulum.

Nothing fucking works when you opened your mouth, skillful fingers grabbing something from his desk, still kneeled down infront of him, his eyes opening momentarily to watch your pretty eyes bat up at him.

His mouth falls open slightly, breathing out as you placed a donut on his tip, the donut supposedly your lunch today was now sitting prettily on his twitching tip.

Something stirs inside kento, golden eyes fixated on your doe eyes as you slowly brought the pastry down his cock, the lewd sight enough to make kento growl, his hips stuttering as he lets go of the tingling sensation in his abdomen.

White spurts of cum paints your face, some landing on your hair as you opened your mouth, tongue lolled out to catch some of his essence, the donut still around his flagging cock.

"fuck" kento laughs breathlessly, eyes closing as he hears you stand up, pulling the donut away from his cock, to which he immediately grabs, all the while grabbing your waist to place you on his lap.

He doesn't have to say anything when he brings the dessert up to your mouth, your lips curling to a grin as you grabbed a bite, even putting on a show as you stuck your tongue out, licking the icing mixed with his cum. A giggle leaving you when you feel kento's cock hardening again from under you.

SUKUNA

Count: 5, forcefully

Ryomen isn't fond of your scheming ideas, especially when you're ovulating, he doesn't trust your brain when you're near your period, doesn't trust you when you got home with a rope behind your hands, you think he didn't see, but he did, even saw the box of donuts you've piled up at the very back of the fridge.

He thinks you've gone nuts, he knows you're nuts

But he didn't think you were insane to the point that you got to his room at three am, the rope in hand, along with the handle of the box of donuts caught between your teeth.

You've managed to sneak inside his room unnoticed. Maybe because you timed it when he just got home from an exhausting day dealing with brats, with that said, you even got him tied up in the bed posts, even got him muzzled without waking him up.

So imagine ryomen's reaction when he wakes up to five donuts stacked streched around his still soft cock, he immediately jerks on the ropes that bound him, a growl startling you as you stood up from the bed, with your hands on the air in some sort of surrender, but you've already gone too far.

"april fools?" Wariness filled your voice, smiling sheepishly at the seething male as he glared at you

What a fucking liar, it was already in the middle of april when you pulled this stunt up.

Ryomen tugs on the rope again, the sound of wood screeching making you cringe. You made your way back to the bed, putting a finger infront of your lips to tell him to be quiet.

"it was for research purposes, I knew you wouldn't let me so—" you point towards his dick, the sprinkles and icing scattered on his cock, and for shit and giggles, you placed a cherry on his tip, balancing it around the fifth donut.

His answer was muffled, thanks to the cloth you unceremoniously shoved inside his mouth. You lowered your guard, pulling out the cloth and watched as ryomen catched his breath, your own heaving in relief as you thought he wasn't mad.

Now, here's your mistakes based on the statistics given by ryomen himself

Never lower your guard, as you were pulling the cloth down, he already got one hand out of the ropes

Never underestimate him, as you watched him 'chase' his breath, he got the other hand out

You're super fucked

Literally

Ryomen's hand slithered on your waist, your eyes widening as you realized he was free now, shivers running down your spine as goosebumps rised when his warm calloused hands made its way inside your shirt, caressing your skin, his head leaning up to whisper into your ears

"for research purposes, I'll be fucking you with these stupid donuts around my cock, would you want that?" He rasps, nibbling on the shell of your ear as his free hand slowly pulled down your shorts, with you frozen on top of him, he grins, feeling the soaked spot in the gusset of your panties, his cock hardening, the donuts around his length stretching.

TOJI

Count: 5-6

Now this one was on him, he let his pretty baby be spoiled, who could blame him? You were such a pretty think he couldn't possibly say 'no' to you, the thought of saying it alone makes his stomach hurl.

So here he was, in the middle of an online meeting, his pants pulled down to his knee, his cock decorated with donuts, approximately five, since the other one was now inside your mouth, doe eyes zeroed on him as you chewed contently, savoring the sweet, and slightly salty dessert.

Toji's hands grabbed onto your hair, ruffling it as he explained through the mic, his expression calm as you kissed his now exposed tip, laying your tongue flat on it, to which toji hums, playing it off as he's thinking, pausing for a moment before continuing.

You pouted, feeling neglected as his hand left your hair, opting to grab something from across his table instead. You stared at his cock, seeing a steady leak of precum trail down towards the donuts, you licked your lips, pursing it before taking a bite on one of the donuts, your teeth slightly grazing his length as toji hissed, looking down at you momentarily then his eyes were back in the screen, talking again to no end.

You whine, silent enough so the computer doesn't pick it up. you took a bite again, licking up once the donut was inside your mouth. Your mistake was huffing and pouting with food inside your mouth. You choked, hitting your chest, and coughing loudly as you tapped on toji's thighs.

He looks alarmed as he looked down on you, eyebrows furrowed when he saw your panicked state. He grabs a bottle of water in his table, handing it to you with not second thought, clicking his tongue when you drank the water to get rid of the pastry that was lodged on your throat.

Once you calmed down, toji sighs, grabbing the bottle from your hand, and as if remembering he was still on an online meeting, he spoke straight to the camera, face stoic as he did

"Sorry, what was that? My girl started choking on the donuts around my cock, my bad"

[daisyangelbaby]

Omg, hi guys! This is my first post and I’m so shy about it. I hope you guys like it and lmk if you want have any ideas you want me to write about!

Im still getting the hang on tumblr, so sorry if it’s hard to navigate.

It had been a long week of silence, of missed calls, and stolen moments that felt like they were slipping through your fingers like sand. You and Satoru had built a beautiful relationship, one that was filled with laughter, shared dreams, and quiet evenings filled with soft conversations that stretched long into the night. But lately, the reality of his responsibilities as the strongest sorcerer had crept in, demanding more of his time and often leaving you alone in your shared apartment, counting the hours until he'd return.

As the rain pattered softly against your window, you found yourself curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped around you as you flipped through an old photo album. You traced the familiar smile on Satoru’s face, a smile that always made your stomach flutter, remembering simpler times filled with adventures and moments of connection. It was during one of these sentimental reveries that your phone buzzed, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You picked up your phone, still half-lost in nostalgia, only to see a message from Shoko that made your heart drop.

Shoko: *one attachment*

Shoko: Who is she?

Your hands trembled slightly as you clicked on the attachment. A photograph loaded, and your breath hitched in your throat. There sat Satoru, dressed casually, with a beautiful woman gleaming beside him. They were laughing together, far too close for comfort, as if sharing an intimate moment over dinner. The sight made your stomach turn, and an immediate wave of dread washed over you.

“This can't be what it looks like,” you thought desperately, but the image lingered in your mind, clawing at your intuition, prompting all the insecurities you had kept at bay. You quickly navigated to Satoru’s contact, fingers shaking as you typed out a message.

y/n: hey, you almost home?

He responded quickly, as if he’d been waiting for it.

satoru <3: I’m sorry for keeping you up, baby. Something came up, and I won’t be making it home tonight. Get some rest, pretty. Promise I’ll make it up to you.

“Something came up?” You couldn't help but feel an aching sense of betrayal. He had just left you here—a promise drifting uselessly in the air while your heart pounded with anger and confusion. He promised he would never lie to you, never hurt you like this. Dread coiled tighter in your chest as your sadness morphed into something more furious.

You threw the phone onto the bed, frustration boiling over. You could feel the tears prickling at your eyes, the need to question everything you thought you knew about your relationship, drowning in a sea of uncertainty. Instead, you forcefully wiped at your cheeks, trying to stave off the wave of emotions crashing over you, but the ache remained, as cold as the sheets beside you.

Hours later, sleep finally overcame you, but it was fitful, haunted by dreams woven with doubts and shadows of betrayal.

The sound of the door unlocking jerked you out of sleep. You weren’t ready to face him. Was he coming in with that same carefree demeanor, the one that had once made you feel cherished and adored? Instead, a knot formed in your throat, a mixture of sadness and anger simmering just below the surface.

He slipped in quietly, the rain still drumming softly outside. For a moment, he stood in the doorway, taking in the darkened room as you lay under the covers, still as a statue. A sigh escaped his lips, a sound filled with both weariness and regret.

“Y/n?” he called softly, taking a cautious step toward you. His voice was everything you remembered, but it felt foreign too. You knew what was coming, knew that he would try to draw you out of your shell, but you couldn’t let him.

You kept your eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, but your heart raced when he approached, his shadow casting a warm glow over you. His cool lips brushed your forehead, and your instinct was to flinch at his touch, pulling further away from the warmth you had longed for.

“Sleepy girl?” he asked, and his tone was playful, but you could hear the lingering concern. There was a faux-lightness, the facade of everything being fine.

Slowly, you opened your eyes, a mix of vulnerability and defensiveness coursing through you. “Satoru,” you whispered, your voice cracking.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” he began, a smile creeping onto his face. “I was out—”

You interrupted, the hurt spilling out before you could contain it. “You were out with someone else.” The accusation hung in the air heavy and unyielding.

His expression faltered, confusion crossing his features. “What are you talking about?”

“Shoko sent me a photo…” You lifted your phone slightly, the image of him with the woman glaring back at both of you, unyielding in its implications.

His mouth opened, then closed, as the reality of it settled in. “It’s not what it looks like, I promise,” he insisted, the urgency in his tone pleading with you to listen. “I was out with a colleague. We were discussing mission strategies. I should’ve told you before—”

“So you thought hiding it was better?” You shot back, punctuating your words with the anger and distrust you felt. “I was left here alone and worried while you were out with her, laughing like you used to with me!”

“No!” Satoru’s voice rose above the soft patter of rain. “You’re misunderstanding! It was all business—there’s nothing going on between us. I swear it!”

Your heart ached, torn between the love you felt for him and the raw feeling of betrayal wrenching its way through your gut. “You didn’t even think to call? You didn’t even take a moment to think of my feelings?”

His expression shifted, realizing your pain wasn’t something easily dismissed. “You’re right. I messed up, and I’m so sorry. I thought I could handle it and spare you the worry, but I realize now I only made it worse. You deserve to know everything, and I took that away from you.”

You pulled the blanket closer around you, feeling the warmth being overshadowed by the chill of doubt. “Can I trust you still?” The question broke free from the storm inside you, a truth that needed to be faced, a raw admission.

“Please, Y/n. I’d never intentionally hurt you,” he pleaded, sincerity pouring from him. “You are everything to me. I’d fight a thousand battles just to come back to you.”

Visibly shaken, Satoru took a step closer, his eyes searching yours. In that moment, you could see the turmoil he endured, the weight of his choices pressing against him. It made your heart ache, made you remember the warmth of his embrace, the gentleness in his laughter, and the joy he brought into your life.

“Just promise me,” you whispered, your vulnerability surfacing. “Promise me that next time, you’ll tell me everything before I have to find out through someone else.”

“Always,” he vowed, a mix of desperation and hope shimmering in his eyes. “You mean more to me than anything in the world, and I’ll never risk losing you again.”

Despite your hurt, a flicker of something—some hope—began to burgeon within you. Maybe this moment, shaky as it was, could become a foundation for rebuilding trust.

As Satoru knelt down beside you, something in you began to soften. “Then let’s start over tonight—together.” You extended your hand, seeking the touch you had been deprived of for too long.

His hand found yours, warm and electric, and as he squeezed gently, you felt the fragile strands of healing intertwining. You’d need time, and there would be hard conversations ahead, but at that moment, you knew you wouldn’t have to face them alone. With him by your side, you could navigate the tangled paths of love and trust once more.

[mx-pastelwriting]

please could i request rafael barba x reader, reader is a detective and meets him for a drink after a terrible case they have a few drinks, she invites him back to hers after they call last orders and they end up sleeping together?

Rafael Barba x GN! Reader

Summary: Request up top!

Warnings/Tags: Smut, Drinking, Somewhat Drunk sex

Minors do not interact!

Walking into the bar, you spotted Barba sitting at one of the small booths, cradling his drink, and looking up at the TV. Sitting in front of him, you saw the table clean from any files—a rare and refreshing sight.

You ordered your drink and then looked at his. "Whiskey seems fitting." He huffed a laugh, seeing you notice the pattern of his drink choice.

Even so, you couldn't blame him. The case had everyone shaken up, and being invited to a drink with Barba was well-needed. Being one of the few people who saw his softer side made him more likable, and if you wanted something more with him, thoughts soon led to not minding sharing the sheets with him.

Putting the thoughts away, you too cradled your drink when it came, only to then use it to try to forget and relax into the booth seat as Barba laughed at the TV.

You couldn't help but notice the way Barba looked at you when you talked; his eyes seemed to trace your body with every round. You wanted to do the same, but you studied the man many times, thinking of how he would be in bed.

-

Drinking into the night, you both made your way out of the bar, the cold air sobering you up. "If you want, you can crash at my place, so you don't have to pay for a taxi." Barba was hesitant, but you both knew how far he lived, and your place was a block away.

He nodded without a word, not wanting to risk the excuses that would come from his mouth. Walking, you talked of other things than the case as the cold night sobered the both of you up and made it easier when he kissed you at your front door.

Stumbling for the key, he pushed you in, and then you guided him to the bedroom, not wanting to lose the moment just to find it. He laid you on the bed, his soft lips rough against yours as he undid his shirt while giving you room to undo his belt and pants.

Moving your hand under, you earned a moan from him as you held his hardening cock. His hands gripped your hips, then wasted no time taking his cock from your hands, then slowly made sure to feel every inch of you. Moans mixed as he saw stars. Feeling your warmth around his cock with your moans curling out of you, he couldn't hold back.

Rocking his hips while only getting rougher with every moan that came from you, deep curses came from him as he started to dig into you with every thrust, feeling you clench around him, making his grip on you tighter.

Your stomach swirled as did your head, digging into your pillow with stars in your eyes, moaning as you felt Rafael touch you, his hands working away, making sure to listen as your moans got louder as he helped you to your high. Drunk off your moans, he dug his cock into you, then led you to your climax, watching as you grabbed onto his arm, begging him.

Losing all self-control, he came, letting you ride your high on his, then, with soft lips on yours, he laid next to you. Cuddling up, he covered you, then looked around, seeing the mess. Still recovering from your climax, he lets you sleep cuddled up onto his chest with your arm over him. He smiles, relaxing into his sleep, making sure to save the teasing for after a hangover breakfast.

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[softluci]

inappropriate everything [mdni plz]

this is probs the most explicit post i’ll ever do, just because i cannot get it out of my head, but um: immediately minors dni. immediately no. IMMEDIATELY no. k thx.

so, um. i have friends who are perfectly sane and normal people until they see an attractive person who they like, be it a celebrity or a character or whoever. right? okay. here are some of the things my friends say when they see someone they find just, like, Absolutely Stunning:

“i’m literally creaming—sorry, i mean creaming—SORRY, I MEAN—” “my back is arching” (alternatively: “why is my back arching?”) “almost meowed” “mmmeow” “purring…” “i’m literally chewing/gnawing on my phone” “my throat feels so empty rn :/” “i want them so bad please i am on my hands and knees BEGGING” “gripping my sheets” “sir your boobs look a little heavy…do you need me to hold them for you?” “bites them bites them bites them bites—” “they are so sexy it’s like a disease” “i want them so bad” “every time i see them i grip my sheets and curl my toes" "they're too fine i want to slam my head into the wall” “just moaned out loud”

anyway. this is gonna be pt 1, w/ just luci; when will i do the others? who knows! i'm returning to the abyss right after this, but enjoy!

lucifer 

he isn’t in the wrong here. you are—why were you on the phone in the kitchen and not your room? what lucifer was doing hardly counted as eavesdropping, really. voices carry in the house as is, and you were being loud. as a matter of fact, he was on his way to tell you to quiet down, and he just so happened to be curious as to what you were talking about, and with whom.

“no, barbatos—don’t fucking laugh, this isn’t funny—” you could hardly speak, trying not to laugh yourself.

eyebrows raising in mild shock, lucifer leaned against the doorway, waiting for you to notice him. thinking about it—lucifer was being very courteous. he could’ve listened to barbatos’s end if he wanted to, but he had enough respect for him to refrain from doing so. he contained his “eavesdropping” to you out of the kindness of his heart and, as a result, he had no idea what—who—you were talking about.

“that man, look—that man. you get it. you get it. you’re the only one around here who knows my heart, i’m telling you.” 

the conviction in your voice stung him, jealousy simmering in his chest. he’d heard enough, he decided, and pushed off the doorway with his shoulder. he stepped towards you in silence, fully intending to interrupt this clearly fruitless conversation—

“lucifer is such a genuine problem, but there’s no solution.”

he stopped, eyes widening. was he a problem for you? why would you go to barbatos instead of him? what—

“that man is so sexy, it's like a disease. no, it—why are you laughing?” your laughter was loud, strong enough to have you leaning against the counter for support. 

lucifer blinked. once, twice, before your words sunk in. then, while you gasped for air, he continued towards you, pride swelling in his chest. a smirk settled onto his face, threatening to widen into a grin as he let you carry on.

you tried to continue talking as best you could, “barbatos, i am in distress—i am dismayed—do you know what i go through when he calls me to his office? do y—i have to prepare myself. i have to steel mys—you don't know what it's like.” you collapsed against the island in a fit of giggles, inhaling sharply to try and catch your breath. 

lucifer heard—because all bets were off now—lucifer heard barbatos in a similar predicament on the other end, chuckling quietly. for barbatos, that was quite close to hysterics. by that point, he'd truly heard enough. more than enough, actually. he thought it best to alert you to his presence, as a courtesy—otherwise, who knows what other secrets you might've spilled? and what if someone less kind heard you? that wouldn't do.

lucifer took a final, soundless step forward, standing close enough that you couldn't turn around without touching him. he reached forward, plucking your d.d.d. out of your hand with ease. you whipped around, and he inched closer, trapping you between him and the counter. “barbatos,” he drawled, grinning at you, “they'll have to call you back. apropos of nothing, of course.” 

perhaps not polite of him, but lucifer hung up before barbatos could respond. although—he imagined his friend was quite amused at the moment. he slid his free hand around your waist, to the small of your back, pressing you flush against him. your heartbeat was erratic—you were so dramatic, it was cute. he slid your d.d.d. into your back pocket, aware of the steady rise in your temperature. he kept his hand on the small of your back, bringing other up to your chin. lucifer enjoys eye contact, you understand, right? now—

“a disease?” he leaned into you, breath ghosting along your face. “that wasn't very nice.”

[toffiendfee]

Creation

Several people actually asked for it, so here we go! The evil doctor Ryousuke fic I wrote years ago, polished up a bit to fit my current writing style more.

It's ryotaku, sort of. The bad kind. Content warnings for non-consensual body modification, unrealistic medical procedures, and everything else that comes with an evil deranged surgeon doing some evil deranged surgeoning.

~~~

Takumi awoke laying on his stomach on a steel table, the metal cold against his bare skin. The air around him was similarly cold. He was completely naked save for what felt like a thin sheet that covered his hips and thighs. He shivered in response to the cold, movement that made him notice the tight leather straps around his wrists, neck, torso, hips, and legs, that kept him firmly bound to the table. In addition to that, a strap of leather around his head acted like a gag. He tried to wriggle in his bonds, but found that he couldn't move much at all.

Only then did the panic truly settle in. Where the hell was he?

He heard a voice from behind him, but couldn't move his head enough to see the speaker. Still, he recognised the voice immediately.

"Ah, you're awake. Good."

'Ryousuke-san?'

"Don't be scared, Takumi. You'll be so beautiful when I'm finished with you."

Takumi had no idea what that was supposed to mean – but he did not like it. He didn’t like Ryousuke’s tone of voice, and he especially didn’t like the fact that he couldn’t move.

He heard Ryousuke rummage around somewhere next to him where he was still unable to see. A moment later, he finally stepped into Takumi’s line of sight, holding something in his hands.

It was a pair of rather large, pristine white wings.

"I took them from a swan, a beautiful specimen. Only the best for you, after all."

He smiled then, a strange, wistful smile – Takumi had never seen such an almost feverish look in his eyes before, and it sent shivers down his spine.

Ryousuke leaned down and brushed a gloved finger down Takumi's cheek. "I will give you the wings you deserve."

Surely he couldn't mean--

But Takumi's worst fears were confirmed when the other walked over to a small table Takumi hadn’t registered before – and on it, a metal tray with surgical tools.

Ryousuke picked up a scalpel.

"Let's get started then, shall we?"

Takumi tried to scream at him through the gag, but out came only garbled noise.

"Hush now, beautiful one."

Then Ryousuke’s hand was on his shoulders, holding him down, and Takumi felt the cold of metal right before the blade cut into his skin.

He screamed – tried to scream – but Ryousuke paid him no mind.

Again and again, the cold burn of the scalpel seared into his back, shallow at first, then deeper, cutting into his flesh, merciless like the hand that directed it.

The pain was excruciating and Takumi tried to arch away from it, but his bonds held him in place. Blood, hot and coppery, ran down his back and dripped onto the table as Ryousuke worked.

'Please... Why are you doing this to me?' Tears started running down Takumi's face, just as hot as his blood. Sobs followed soon after, making breathing even harder for him as he started to feel light-headed, from the pain, from the lack of oxygen, he didn’t know. 'Stop... Please…'

His soundless pleas were not heeded, and even if they hadn’t been soundless, Takumi was grasped by the horrible certainty that this man he trusted so much wouldn’t listen.

Worse still, he heard him laugh – quiet, breathless, happy.

Takumi realised that he wasn't going to get any mercy. With a desperate wail he slackened and tried to endure the pain as best as he could.

...

It went on for what felt like hours. Takumi fainted a few times, but was always brought back to his living nightmare by a new sharp stab of pain.

Occasionally, Ryousuke said something to him. Explanations that Takumi had no capacity to understand, not half-conscious and half-delirious with pain. Words of praise that made his skin crawl and sent cold shivers through his numb body.

His back felt like it was on fire. The worst part came when Ryousuke attached the wings and – from what Takumi had been able to grasp – connected the muscles and nerves to Takumi’s own. Pain, electric and intense, erupted from his shoulder blades.

Takumi groaned, too exhausted and throat too sore to scream, and sank back into sweet unconsciousness.

...

When he woke up this time, Ryousuke was placing down his blood-soaked tools before turning to admire his handiwork. Takumi whimpered softly at the strange additional weight on his shoulders. The pain had shifted into a blunt, overwhelming ache. Everything else felt completely numb.

"Don't move too much, beautiful one. You'll damage the stitches," Ryousuke said, voice oddly soft.

He washed his hands of Takumi's blood and crouched down next to his head. Fingers gently carded through his hair, and Takumi sobbed. All he could think, all his mind was capable of, were pleas.

‘No more, please, please, let it be over...’

He would do anything to not experience any more of this pain.

"Look at you," Ryousuke whispered, "So beautiful. Perfect… now you are truly perfect..."

He finally removed the gag, but Takumi could do nothing more than groan and take shallow, raspy breaths. His throat was irritated and sore from all the screaming.

Ryousuke left his side for a moment before returning with a glass of water in his hands. He carefully placed a straw between Takumi’s teeth so he could drink. Takumi did so gratefully.

He didn’t even feel when Ryousuke undid the leather straps holding him down, much less did he try to move. The hour-long torture had sapped all strength from his body.

Ryousuke pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, and Takumi let it happen.

All he wanted was to not feel any more pain.

[toomuchracket]

just thinking about coffee/breakfast in bed with matty maybe he’s gone when you wake up and you’re all :( :( but then he comes back with breakfast and a “you’re not supposed to be awake yet” and it’s just a slow easy cuddly morning. im partial to bdayparty matty because he seems the softest but I’ll take any matty thoughts on breakfast in bed.

oh my god birthday party matty is my actual favourite, i love this :') maybe you've been on a little book tour that matty couldn't go to because the boys are recording the next album (god he'd be so upset about not being able to simp over you while you read and talk), and you had a lovely little (well, looooooong) reunion last night when you got home. it's a saturday morning, you've both got the whole weekend ahead of you, and as soon as you feel the morning sun on your face you stretch your arms out before rolling over, expecting to find matty lying next to you hogging the duvet; instead, you're met with nothing but rumpled, still-warm sheets. you're too sleepy to panic, so you're just mildly grumpy about the fact that you've awoken to a boyfriend-less bed, when your plans for the morning had been to cuddle him awake and then snuggle and maaaaaaaybe go for another round of sex (catching up on what you missed because of tour, yk?) before getting brunch somewhere. you go to freshen up in the en-suite, distracting yourself from your grumpiness in the hopes that it'll make matty reappear and give in to your itinerary faster lol - it does not, however, so you sigh and head back to bed, wrapping the duvet around yourself a bit petulantly and thinking about all the little kisses you're missing out on at this very minute. after maybe five minutes of that, you hear the front door open and the sound of paws scrambling over concrete, closely followed by the sound of quick footsteps and a "fucksake, mayhem, don't wake her up!"; you grin, despite yourself, sitting up and freeing your arms just in time for your dog to excitedly run into the room and onto the bed, an exasperated matty in quick succession. he's surprised to see you so chipper, scratching mayhem's head happily, and he says "oh, hi darlin'. thought you'd still be asleep, to be honest" - you're like "still on european time, i guess" and then you pout at matty like "where were you? i missed you. got sad when i woke up and you weren't next to me". matty pouts back like "i'm sorry, sweetheart, just wanted to surprise you with something nice for when you woke up. here you go", and he nudges mayhem out the way gently and passes you a takeaway coffee and brown paper bag; you peek inside to see an assortment of pastries, at which you gasp and say "oh, delicious", before looking up to see matty taking his shirt off and saying "even more delicious". he blushes and rolls his eyes at you, before he whistles for mayhem and says "that's your cue to leave, mate, your mum's getting flirty with me" - the dog obliges (after a final head pat from you), and then matty closes the door before quite literally launching himself onto the bed next to you and kissing your head. you're like (getting stuck into the croissants) "thank you for doing this, baby", and matty (grabbing a pain au chocolat) grins smugly like "just thought sweet things for the sweetest thing in my life was a good idea"; you wince and say "you know, sometimes i can't believe you've been nominated for multiple novellos" and giggle, which makes matty flick you on the stomach and say "god, you get nominated for one booker prize and now you're a writing snob. unbelievable". and that sets the two of you off into a fit of giggles as you finish breakfast - thankfully, they stop quickly, and you can get into the serious snuggling (and slow, sweet sex) that you initially planned. but yeah, it's all very sweet and very fluffy <3

[dearestspirit]

soft

-> thoma x gn!reader

-> fluff

-> wc: 1457

-> note: reader is a housekeeper with thoma for the kamisato estate in this!! also for some reason in my mind doing laundry with a partner (or in general someone you love) just has like. a special romantic and domestic appeal to me. i can't explain it but i love thoma and he was very fitting for the idea so here we are

being a housekeeper at the kamisato estate was exhausting. still, you couldn't help but look forward to certain tasks; specifically, laundry. every so often the property's rooms would be stripped of the bedding– blankets, sheets, pillowcases, everything– to be thoroughly washed. of course, housekeepers were to get up very early to start this task. despite this, there was always a warm sense of familiarity to days like these. you'd start with your own room, collecting up the linens. you'd trudge sleepily out of your room, where you'd run into thoma. he'd be leaving his own room across the hall from yours, basket held tightly in one arm. his blond hair would be still a bit tousled from sleep, his eyes bleary as he rubs at them. spotting you, his mood would jump. with a wide grin on his lips, he'd raise a hand up to wave at you, hurriedly scurrying over to you.

"good morning!" thoma whispered, being respectful of those in the estate who hadn't gotten up yet.

"morning, thoma," you tell him, playfully knocking him with your shoulder as he falls into step next to you. "ready for laundry day?"

"always am, aren't i?" he chuckles, humming a tune as you two make your way through the hallways.

it wasn't a secret that you two were considered two of the most capable 'fixers' around the kamisatos. thus, you two ended up spending a lot of time together working through chores that needed to be done. like many days before, you two were always the first ones up to start collecting laundry, then bringing it to other housekeepers to wash. once everything was dry, you and thoma would again go through and dress the rooms once more. holding your wooden basket under your arm, you and thoma begin the process of waking up the household. by the time the sun fully began to rise, the two of you had been through every room, baskets full.

"wow, we got this done so much faster this time!" thoma holds his hands on his hips, looking over the work you'd done. you two had just started handing off the full baskets to be washed. "it feels like everything is done so much more efficiently since you got here."

"ah," you nod, feeling awkward at his compliment. "it's all thanks to you, really. i wasn't this good at these sort of chores before you taught me the best ways to do them."

"you're still a fast learner. it's wonderful to finally have someone who i can rely on so much," he laughs, shaking his head. when he processes his words, he frantically waves his hands. "not- not that the others aren't capable or anything! it's just, you know… usually i'm the one running around everywhere."

"oh, i understand," you reassure him. "i'm glad to be of service, then. you can always come to me if you need any help around the estate."

"thank you…" he mumbles, hand shyly rubbing at his neck. if you look closely, you could see the faint red glow on his cheeks. "it means a lot."

"of course, thoma," you pat him on the back, smiling. "i'll see you when we're needed again, then?"

"yeah," thoma exhales. "sounds like a plan to me!"

you walk away, leaving thoma to stare at your retreating figure. with a hand on his shirt, he could practically feel his heart beating out of his chest. shaking his head, he turns on his heel, knowing he was needed by the lord commissioner. hopefully he could quiet the lovesick thoughts running around his mind so he could focus.

slowly the sun had started to set, a cozy orange haze settling over the scenery of the estate. you hear rushed footsteps, thoma bounding around the corner. he huffs, out of breath once he reaches you. he drops his basket onto the ground, a heavy thud coming from the impact.

"ha… sorry i'm a little late, i got caught up in a different task," thoma exhales, trying to catch his breath. "i got all the clean sheets and stuff though, so you didn't have to…”

"it's okay! thank you, thoma. that's very helpful." you smile, picking up the basket he dropped.

at your acknowledgement, he grins. if he were a dog, you'd certainly see his tail wagging behind him. he beams, a strawberry glow on his cheeks. he follows closely behind you, assisting you in opening the doors and making the beds. you two chat a bit aimlessly, making your way through all the rooms you have to redress. eventually, you reach thoma's room.

"here, i can handle this one myself. you can take your own blankets and head over to yours. i'll return the basket," he tells you, gingerly taking the hamper out of your hands. "i can tell you're getting tired, so i won't mind."

one things for sure, thoma's great at reading people. you were slowly but surely getting sleepier. "that'd be kind, thank you." you relent, giving it up to him as you yawn.

he quirks a brow, looking down at you. "actually… wait here. i'll help you with your room once i'm done here. it'll be like me tucking you in!"

"oh… thoma, you don't have to…" you mumble, feeling a bit shy at his suggestion.

"it's really no problem," thoma waves his hands, dismissing your hesitation. "i'd like to. for you."

you nod, agreeing as you're too tired to argue. of course, you knew if you really seemed opposed thoma would've backed off. allowing him into your room, you close the door behind you two. yawning, you stretch your arms over your head.

"do you want to lay down?" he asks.

"um, i'd have to change…" you flush at the thought of thoma being in the room.

"oh! right. i can uh… turn around or leave the room? i hope you know i would never peek at you or anything," he says, hand over his heart. it's endearing, how honest and chivalrous he is. "i mean, not that you aren't cute, i meant that i would never disrespect you like that!"

"c… cute?" you mumble, mouth open as if to say more, but you can't find the words.

"sorry, i didn't mean to… if i crossed a boundary, i really hope you can forgive me." thoma's shy now, eyes turned down towards the floor.

"it's okay! i am honestly a bit thankful that i know how you see me…" you fiddle with your fingers, quickly turning towards your wardrobe. "i'll get changed now, so… you can either turn around or leave for a moment, i'll let you know when i'm done."

"of course!" he's quick to do as you ask, but stumbles for a second as he leaves the room. he figured after just having called you cute, he didn't want to even chance making you uncomfortable.

disrobing, you get into a set of thick nightwear, appropriate for the colder temperature of the night. bundled up, you crack open the door, spotting thoma whistling to himself.

"you can come back in," you whisper. "i'm all done."

he turns around hesitantly, eyes trailing over your frame briefly. "alright, you can lay down. i'll tuck you in!" he smiles, all the awkward energy from before having left him.

you nod, crawling up onto the mattress. almost instantly, you sink into the plushness of the bed, eyes closing in comfort. thoma goes to stand at the side of the bed, grabbing your pillow to fluff it up. he delicately places a palm under your head, lifting you so as to place the pillow under you. you can tell he's focused on the task at hand, as he's not really looking at you. still, you keep your gaze on him. moving to the end of the bed, he pulls a blanket from the basket, laying it on top of you. it ends up covering from just below your nose to your feet, thoroughly snug and comfortable. at your side once more, he adjusts the edges. thoma stands still for a moment, as if pondering something.

all of a sudden, you see him lean down, eyes closed. in a flash, he lands a kiss on the tip of your nose, hurriedly pulling away.

"good night, (name)! i'll see you in the morning," his words are rushed, quickly taking the basket in his hands. when he reaches the door, he turns around. "thank you for accompanying me today."

"good night, thoma." you call out to him. with that, he makes his way out of the room, leaving you behind to watch the door close.

the night is spent restlessly tossing and turning– the thought of seeing thoma tomorrow exciting you too much to sleep.

[r4g1n-c4jun]

"LOSS OF MY LIFE."

veena lambert x mare torres

angst..ANGST

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:··:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Silence. Deadly, spitting, silence.

It filled up the room with soundless horror.

Mare sat, hunched over on the bed. Rune, his beloved pet kitten beside him, primrose perched on her back, her wings wrapped around the smaller feline's body, His mask was laid out on the pillow beside him.

He had been through a lot, at just 18 he'd seen the brutal reality of life. He had lost and loved.

But nothing could ever compare to the void left in his heart.

A void she has left him with.

He remembered it so clearly, He remembered all the sounds, the room, her.

How could he forget? how could he forget the lips he was so familiar with, from the usual shade of light pink to almost purple. How could he forget the face he'd study for hours, painting and drawing. She was his muse, his love, his everything.

She didn't want to go, she was frightened. He held her hand, He kissed her head and told her she would be alright.

But she wasn't.

He remembered the doctors forcing him home, how could he sleep when she was like this? she was alone, cold, frightened.

and she died that way.

He remembered the phone call he received, the gentle voice of the nurse informing him on the events of the night, He took the news hard, He knew she was scared and he left her anyway. He let himself get forced out the door, pushed home and onto his bed.

He cried. He cried until he physically couldn't, choking on silent sobs, reaching for the nearest thing he could, a sweatshirt. Her sweatshirt.

Even now, a week later he was still struggling, of course he would, he had just lost the love of his life. He wanted to marry her. They should have been, but it was all too late now. Their future dragged down the shore by the tide of time, pulling everything to a deep close.

Once again he grabbed a jacket of hers, holding it close. It smelled of her, everything in their home did, But what kind of home was it without her?

He placed the jacket down, lifting his phone into his hands, Trembling fingers scrolling down his contact list till it reached her number. He clicked on the call button, letting it ring.

"..hey! If you're hearing this I'm probably super busy, if it's important please leave a message! I'll call you back as soon as I can!!"

Straight to voicemail. Her voice was still there. He bit his lip, chewing slightly. The taste of blood filling his senses. He breathed in, a trembling sigh. One final message.

"..You're not here anymore. You're not here and it hurts.."

He continued, Tears streaming down his torn skin.

"I miss you, I miss you so much it hurts. I'm sorry- I had no idea - if I could have done something I would have, I wish you had told me-,,"

He covered his mouth, muffling his crying as best he could.

"i had something for you,, next week, it was pretty and shiny, ruby and silver. I made sure it would fit your finger veena,, I called your mother, she was ready for dress shopping when you were ready-.."

He anxiously dug his nails into the sheets.

"I could have given you it all, I've been planning for months- I wanted a forever with you- I asked your dad! he said I could- he wanted it!!"

He broke into sobs, burying his head in his hands.

"how am i supposed to go on without you,, what am i supposed to do?.."

He inhaled, lifting the phone back up.

"They better keep you safe up there, You deserve it,,"

"..I love you, I always will, I'll look after prim for you, anything for you.."

He hesitantly hung up. The call log shutting off, He moved across the room, digging through the draws, pulling out a tiny box, flicking it open.

she would have loved it.

He would never forget the night she left him.

She took a piece of him with her.

And he would never be the same.

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[a-trying-writer]

(original short ft two ocs.)

Ever since he got into the business, the clothes he created became popular within a year. He made sure that every fabric is high quality, even if it is rather expensive -- that's fine, money matters nothing to him. If people wanted to get fitted, then let them, because people deserve to be comfortable. Every boutique under his and his wife's surnames is built on love, not just for each other, but for the world in general.

Even the sexy ones had the idea of intimacy and love behind it, but it's a different form of it.

"Burgundy Boutique..." Seth muttered under his breath, as he looked over the list of names he could choose to rebrand his work. The unfortunate part of it, is doing the small jobs that are much harder than managing clothes. If he could have children, both he and Simone would struggle on the names, even with her gift.

"What's wrong, dearest?" Simone asked as she walked into the living room with a cup of warm tea. She glanced at a sheet of paper on the floor, and then fully understood what's going on. She'd rather sit out on this part of work herself.

"I always pick out a name that fits both of ours in it..." Seth huffed as he tossed the notebook and pen onto the floor. "Se-Si Boutique... Si-Se Boutique... S&S Clothes... I am struggling, my love!"

As he dramatically fell over the loveseat with his arm over his face, Simone approached him with the tea cup. "You are going to get a headache, Seth," she warned him. "Rest."

The former arch-daemon stretched out his arms towards his lover, and waved his hands to signal her to get closer to him. Simone placed down the tea cup first, before getting pulled into a tight embrace. As she laid on top of him, Simone inhaled deeply to have Seth's rose scented perfume fill her lungs, which brought a small smile to her lips.

Suddenly, Seth exclaimed out some gibberish, and peppered Simone's forehead with kisses. "Darling, you are the wisest! I got one! The Burgundy Outfitters! It's a bit plain, sure, but I don't want it to be fancy!"

Simone hummed thoughtfully as she pondered on that name. "Perhaps... but I don't know if using the word 'outfitter' would work..."

Seth's excitement immediately deflated. "You may be right... Ah well..." He huffed out a deep sigh. "Perhaps Burgundy's Boutique can stay a little longer."

"You work too hard, Seth," Simone pointed out as she reached her hands up to his angular face. "Just rest. Like, actually rest. You will come up with a fine name."

Seth couldn't help but pout, before planting his forehead against hers. "All right, darling... Oh, sorry about not drinking the tea."

"It's okay. I knew that you wouldn't drink it."

"I love you, honey."

"I love you, sweetheart."