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yandere-daydreams · 1 year ago

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Not-So-Scary Moments With The Yan. Genshin Boys (Sumeru + Fontaine Edition).

Characters: Alhaitham, Neuvillette, Kaveh, Tighnari, Cyno, and Wriothesley.

Word Count: 2.7k.

TW: Borderline Shitposting, Prolonged Imprisonment, Varying Levels of Emotional and Physical Abuse, Codependency, Mentions of Stalking, and Unhealthy Relationships.

Alhaitham

It took Alhaitham about ten minutes to drag himself out of bed, his staggered footsteps audible through the thin walls of his apartment.

It took twenty for him to haul himself through his morning routine – water running somewhere in the distance and porcelain clattering against marble countertops as he washed his face and tried to work some life into himself. Alhaitham usually wasn’t so lethargic, but he’d had a rough week. There’d been a sudden influx of paperwork for the Akademiya’s sole scribe, and every second he didn’t spend buried under new legislation and requests for increased budging was, instead, dedicated to one of his many personal research projects. By the time he’d gotten home last night, it’d been all he could do to make sure you hadn’t starved to death and drag himself to bed.

He usually would’ve kept you waiting for a few more minutes, but an agitated grunt marked an end to his normal patterns. In a moment, he was braced against the doorway to his own study, his eyes narrowed half-hearted towards where you sat in his leather-padded chair, your feet propped on his desk. There was an book open in your lap – one of his, something about metaphysics and ley line abnormalities and how both tied into the Inazuman politics. He eyed it wearily before speaking, his voice still deep with exhaustion. “Where did you put my hearing aids?”

His tone was accusatory, his irritation visible. You put on your sweetest smile. “Where did you put my novellas?” you signed, thinking for a moment before adding, “Bitch?”

“They aren’t ‘novellas’, they’re—” He cut himself off with a scoff. “They’re filth. I don’t want you rotting your brain with smut.”

“The plots are very—”

“The plots are half-baked excuses for paper-thin characters to fondle each other in locations you can tell the author didn’t take the time to properly research and—” His gaze flickered to you, his frown deepening. “Why are you smiling like that?”

“You’ve read them?”

There was a long beat of silence.

Finally, he let out a labored sigh. “The dozen or so I couldn’t be bothered to throw away are in a cabinet underneath the kitchen sink. It’s locked – the code is your birthday. Now, where are my aids?”

“You fell asleep with them on last night,” you said aloud, abandoning his glorified textbook and pushing yourself to your feet. His hand shot to the side of his head, finding the metallic cuff only slightly displaced by having spent the better half of the night on his head. As you passed him, you paused, pressing a kiss into the corner of his scowl and pretending to ignore the muffled groan he let out in response.

Neuvillette

Of all the sights you thought you might see after arriving in your wonderous new nation, the Iudex of Fontaine standing over your drained bathtub with a look of potent remorse written across his expression was not one of them.

You’d imagined yourself strolling through the walls of the Opera Epiclese in vivid detail, been able to picture exactly what you might’ve seen standing below the Tower of Ipsissimus or above the bottomless pit that was the entrance to the Fortress of Meropide, but even after you’d found yourself in the smothering care of Monsieur Neuvillette, you never would’ve been able to conjure this sight. He usually insisted that you bathe together, going so far as to have an in-ground tub that could’ve easily been mistaken for a hot spring installed in his (until recently neglected) personal residence to better indulge the habit. Thankfully, the trial he’d been presiding over had run long today, and you’d been able to save yourself an hour of his calloused hands running over your body, of his eyes burning into your skin with a nearly inhuman focus. You knew he’d be disappointed. Irate, even, depending on how his trial swung.

You hadn’t expected him to be so… sulky about it.

Half-lidded eyes, a slight pout tugging at the corner of his lips as he lingered idly in the doorway between your shared bedroom and the in-suite bathroom. Steam and silence laid heavy in the air – the latter you were eventually forced to break as you fiddled with the hem of your robe. “I’m sorry,” you muttered, hoping more to break the tension than to make him think you were genuinely apologetic. “It was getting late, and I didn’t know when you were coming home. I didn’t think you’d take it so personally.” When he didn’t respond, you braced yourself for the worst. “If you’re angry, please say so. I… I’d rather get this over with now, if it’s all the same to you.”

His expression softened. He let out an airy sigh and, with only a moment of hesitation, closed the space between you. “I’m not angry.” A pair of lean arms wrapped around your waist, his face soon buried in the crook of your neck. You heard him inhale, and did what you could to suppress the shudder that ran up your spine at the thought of him basking in your scent. “I’ve just been… looking forward to it, I suppose. Your taste relaxes me.”

Immediately, you went rigid. “My… taste?”

“Mhm.”

“Neuvillette,” you started, very slowly, giving your own mind time to catch up to the dread slowly building in the pit of your stomach. “Have you been drinking my bathwater?”

He was quiet for a not inconsiderable amount of time.

Finally, he pulled away from you just far enough to speak. “…no?”

For your own sake, you decided to believe him.

Kaveh

“Kaveh.”

“Not now, treasure.”

“Go to bed.”

“I will, in another hour.”

“You need to get some sleep.”

“I’ve already told you – I’m fine.” He narrowed his eyes, expression contorted by concentration. “Knight to B4.”

“Kaveh,” you repeated, leaning across the table. “You were showing me your blueprints.”

“Oh.” He blinked several times, looking over the sheet of blue paper marked with chalk drawings and near indecipherable hand-writing. “Were you impressed?”

Your frown irked, but you swallowed back your exasperation and pushed yourself to your feet. Slowly, you took him by the hand and, when he failed to protest, guided him out of his own seat and towards the room you were usually restrained to, when he wasn’t home. He’d kept himself awake for the past two nights, every moment of the past forty-eight hours devoted to finishing his proposal for a wealthy commissioner’s summer mansion before its upcoming deadline and, now that the coffee had been drained from his system and his adrenaline had been given time to fade, he was practically a shell of a man – all dark circles and hunched posture and disheveled blonde hair.

Sleep deprivation was, by far, the worst thing he could inflict on himself. At least he was happy after he drunk himself into oblivion. This was just depressing; as miserable for him as it was for you.

With a dutifulness you shouldn’t have had to show to your lover-turned-stalker-turned-captor, you brought him to his bed and watched as he collapsed onto it, what little strength he had to hold himself up immediately dissolving. With a sigh, a roll of your eyes, you turned to leave, but a hand lashed out from the crumpled heap and caught you by the wrist. “Stay with me?” His voice was muffled by layers of sheets and blankets, but clear enough. “Please?”

Usually, his bids for affection were met with bitter neutrality or, on your worse days, spiteful condensation. Usually, you would’ve torn yourself out of his hold and made sure he knew that he’d ruined any chance of living out his little domestic fantasy the second he decided his obsession was worth more than your happiness. Usually, you would’ve hated him that much more for daring to ask.

But, he could barely hold his eyes open and when you failed to immediately recoil, the sloppiest, most lovesick smile you’d ever seen plastered itself across his lips. It was his turn to pull you forward, this time; to drag you onto his bed and into his chest. With a satisfied sigh, he slotted his chin against the dip of your shoulder and draped his arms around your waist – an old position. A relic of better times you’d never been strong enough to completely dicard. “When it’s time to draw up the plans for our home,” he mumbled, only half-audible. “I won’t so much as breathe until its perfect.”

You opened your mouth, but didn’t say anything.

He’d already fallen asleep.

Tighnari

He glanced once at the thick packet of ink-marked parchment you’d slammed in front of him before looking back to you, his expression disparaging. “And this is supposed to be…?”

“A custody agreement,” you answered, grinning. “Alhaitham put it together during his last visit.”

“We don’t have any kids.”

“It’s for Collei. If I ever leave you,” and, to be clear, you would be leaving him, as soon as you figured out how to get away from a man who poisoned your tea whenever you so much as suggested entertaining a future that didn’t include him, “I want weekends and summers.”

“She’s nineteen.”

“Which is why we’re letting her pick who she wants to spend holidays with.” You tapped the front page with your knuckles. “Honestly, dear, if you weren’t going to so much as read the documents, we could’ve scheduled this for another day.”

His ears twitched, his tail sweeping across the floor in irritation. “Even if this was legally binding – which, by the way, something assembled by a scribe would not be – I would never give you weekends. That’d be too much travelling for a girl in her condition, and I don’t want her to feel like she comes from a broken home. Moreover, according to Regulation #531 as passed by the Grand Sage last year, you would have to get Collei’s signature before—”

“Check page twenty-seven.”

You watched him scowl as he thumbed through the pages. A second later, his ears flattened against his scalp, and he took to muttering under his breath. “Traitor.”

“If you don’t want your aggression towards the dependent party used against you in court, I’d suggest you sign on page four, seventeen, and thirty-two.”

You left his villa half an hour later with a with a new imprint of his fangs on the side of your throat and a signed document in-hand.

Cyno

“You have kidnapped me.”

“Technically, I was only—”

“You’ve blackmailed me, imprisoned me, and tortured me.”

“You can’t still be hung up on—”

“You’ve branded me with your name, forced me into your bed, and made me play out all your delusional, fucked-up fantasies—” You took a deep breath, pursed your lips. “—but if you show up to a black-tie event wearing that, it will be the worst thing you’ve ever done to me.”

He looked down, as if considering his attire for the first time. He was in his usual uniform – which was to say, shirtless and barefoot, his hair windblown and a fine layer of sand still coating what little he was wearing. You could only be thankful his polearm wasn’t slung across his back, but you knew he’d make it past the door without it. “The way I dress has never been a problem before.”

“There’s a difference between hunting down rouge scholars and going to a banquet being held by a literal god. Archons, Lesser Lord Kusanali herself might be there.” You gasped, dragged your hands over your face. “Everyone who’s ever gone to the Akademiya will absolutely be there.”

For all his many faults, he could never stand to see you in pain. There was a brief delay, a moment of unsure shuffling, then his arms were wrapping around you, his chest slotting against your back has he pulled you against him. “It’ll be alright,” he muttered, speaking into your shoulder. “If anyone so much as attempts to insult you—no, if anyone tries to talk to you at all, I’ll strike them down in the blink of an eyes.”

His comfort was stale, but you forced yourself to relax. At least enough to speak. “You know,” you mumbled, letting your hands drift to your temples. “Dehya was hired by an up-and-coming scholar, a few weeks ago. I’m not sure how long her contract was, but there’s a chance we’ll see her tonight.”

There was a beat of silence, then another.

“Cyno?”

“I’ll change.”

Wriothesley

You could hear him trudging up the metallic stairs to his office; his footsteps heavy enough to drown out the soft music flowing out of his century-old gramophone. His head emerged from the curving staircase, first – his hair somehow more disheveled than its usual state of barely-tamed chaos – then his chest, his tie undone and his collar terribly mangled, as if he’d spent all day indulging the worst of his nervous habits. He was baring his teeth, his pale cheeks flushed with anger and his eyes narrowed into a pointed glare. It wasn’t quite the reaction you’d hoped for (in your wildest dreams, he would’ve managed to sink his beloved fortress before he ever reached you), but it was close enough.

You moved to stand, to greet him with the warm embrace he usually demanded, but he was already in front of you, already pinning you to the back of the lounge you’d been splayed across with a single fist planted less than a hair’s width above your shoulder. “You,” he growled, leaning in close enough for his breath to fan over your skin. “Do you know how many journalistsI had to deal with today? They were everywhere. I couldn’t go a step without tripping over some— over some glorified tabloid.”

“So, your meeting with Monsieur Neuvillette went well?” His scowl deepened, and you let out your most faux innocent laugh – a chiming, bubbling thing he’d never been able to stand. “You shouldn’t scowl like that, love. All those photographers will have to find a new model if you manage to give yourself frown lines.”

He jolted, but forced himself to shut his eyes, to let out a long, ragged breath. When he did face you again, he’d regained a degree of his composure – just enough to meet your smile with his own tight-lipped grin, more teeth than anything. “I’ll let you off easy if you tell me how you did it now. Before I decide it’d be faster to strangle an explanation out of you.”

“I didn’t break any rules, if that’s what you’re worried about.” You paused, folded your hands over your lap. “It was all thanks to our great and benevolent duke. Contacting people outside of the fortress has gotten so much more efficient ever since you decided prisoners should be able to send letters without administrative vetting.”

He buckled visibly, his shoulders falling as he lean towards you, his face soon buried in the dip of your shoulder. “You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.” There was a raspy chuckle, a hand on your thigh, squeezing just hard enough for his anger to shine through the playfulness of the gesture. “I think I’ve earned the rest of the day off, and I think you’ve earned—”

The door to his office swung open before he could finish, a masculine voice calling up from the voice below only a moment later. “Your grace, t-there’s a reporter here to see you! She says she’s been told not to leave until she speaks to your partner!”

“That’ll be Charlotte,” you half-sung. “She seemed like such a nice girl in her letters. It’d be a shame to keep her waiting.”

When he failed to answer, you brought up both hands and cupped his face, cooing as you used your thumbs to quirk the corners of his mouth upward.

“Just remember to smile for the camera this time, alright?”

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toothfa-1-ry · 1 year ago

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DOYOUWANTTOGOTOTHEBALLWITHME? draco malfoy

In which,

Draco just can't seem to ask you to be his date for the Yule ball

GENRE: fluff

PAIRING: 4th yr Draco x 4th year reader

FEAT: lee do hyun as Terry Booth!!

WARNING: none :>

A/N: A continuation of my Draco Malfoy is a loser agenda!! Also did I mention that Draco is a very DRAMATIC loser??

"uhm hi y/n" Draco said nervously as he turned to look at Pansy and Blaise who gave him a reassuring nod and a thumbs up

"ooh hi Draco"

"uhm so..y/n" Draco nervously chuckled as he played his his hand cuffs "uh..y/n haha.."

"Draco-" Pansy hissed "you already said her name, there's no need to repeat it again"

"right- sorry. Uhm so y/n!"

"oh god he's a lost cause" Blaise muttered to Pansy who just shook her head.

"I can hear you, just in case you didn't know" Draco angrily muttered towards them, shooting them both a dirty look

"uhm are you talking to y/n or are you talking to us?" Blaise questioned, his eyebrows raised

"oh bloody hell" Draco sweared "uhm anyway y/n uh so like I'm pretty sure you heard the announcement today- during breakfast because like you have ears uh I have ears too! So I heard the announcement too- ha" Draco awkwardly continued.

"ofcourse she has ears dunderhead and ofcourse she heard it! Everyone heard the announcement" piped Lorenzo from a corner "just try to charm her won't you?"

Theodore shook his head in amusement as he watched his best mate Draco act like a complete fool. Actually he always acted like a fool except most of the time he didn't make it this obvious.

"right- right my bad my bad" Draco shook his head "so! Y/n!"

"yes Draco? What is the matter?"

"I thought you could do the er honour of er taking me to the Yule ball y'know" Draco smirked as he attempted to charm you like Lorenzo said

"I mean cause like I could go with anyone but I thought that I'd give you the first chance of going with me!" Draco quickly rambled and then flicked his hair "so what do you say?"

Theodore and Lorenzo tried holding in their laughter as Pansy groaned and Blaise muttered curses under his breath.

"oh bloody hell" Matteo mumbled

"mate that was horrible and I'm not even y/n! I'm just pretending to be her!" Matteo exclaimed as he took of the wig he was wearing

"if your gonna be this bad with me pretending to be y/n, how are you actually gonna face her!?" Matteo shook his head and turned to Pansy "he's totally lost!"

"it wasnt that bad was it?" Draco cringed at himself.

Oh he knew how bad it was

"it was HORRIBLE" all his friends shouted at him, especially Matteo who was honestly tired of wearing the wig and pretending to be you for the 9th time now.

"c'mon mate! This is the 9th time I'm pretending to be y/n. Just ask her out NORMALLY PLEASE" Matteo shouted

"oh shut up okay! I'm trying" Draco hissed his face turning pink

"well try harder" Theodore said from a corner "if you don't ask her out soon, someone else will"

"what?" Draco whisper shouted "you mean- there's a chance that she'll go to the Yule ball with someone else whose not me?"

Theodore rolled his eyes at his blonde friend, "incase you haven't noticed, many guys in Hogwarts likes her. And now you have double the competition with Durmstang and Beuxbaton"

Draco went pink in the face again "oh fuck"

"yup!" Lorenzo patted his cousin in the shoulder "so you better hurry up cuz!" He cheerily said as if Draco wasn't going through a mini panick attack

"ugh whatever!" Pansy groaned "you! Get your act together" she pointed at Draco "we're gonna practice this one more time! Matteo wear the wig"

Matteo grumbled as he begrudgingly wore the wig " on merlins beard why do I have to pretend to be y/n"

"okay! In 3-2-1" Pansy hollered, completely ignoring Matteo "action!"

"y/n hi! Uh I have to talk to you! Uh about uh something" Draco awkwardly grinned

"ooh yes Draco! What is it?" Matteo said in a high pitched voice that sounded nothing like you.

"uhm so-" Draco stammered

"yes Draco? Hehe" Matteo let out a giggle and twirled a strand of the wig

"uhm!..I have a collection of chocolate frog cards!" Draco squeaked, the word Yule ball being unable to form in his mouth

He heard all his friends groan and he became redder then a Weasley

"oh god not again..that's it. I'm going" Matteo threw the wig on the ground shaking his head "all the best" he patted Draco and walked away

"oh c'mon- wait one last time let me try one last time!" Draco whined as he watched all of his friends walk out of the dorm "oh wait- guys wait!"

"you can do this. I believe in you" Lorenzo gave his cousin a thumbs up

"well I don't" Matteo snorted which caused Draco to give him a dirty look "what? I'm being honest"

"she's right over there. Just go to her, say hi, maybe compliment her and then ask her out" the caramel haired boy ignored Matteo and gave his poor shaking cousin some tips

"what? What kind of compliments to I give her?" Draco whispered back in a sort of panick

"geez. Just tell her that she looks pretty today, and that you'd be honoured if she would go to the ball with you" Theodore cut in and shrugs "works like a charm"

"okay.. alright I got this" Draco mumbled

"yea you got it..now go" Pansy ushered the boy "c'mon now go ahead" she pointed towards the courtyard where you were.

Draco walked up towards you and a bunch of third years who were talking to you. Suddenly he felt very intimidated by those small scrawny third years and immediately turned away and walked back to his friends

"I can't do this! You lot are right, maybe I am hopeless" Draco sulked as his friends let out another sigh

"did he just call himself hopeless?" Matteo peered at the sulking boy "oh dear, y/n really did a number on him huh?"

"not helping Matteo" Pansy said sternly, hitting Matteo in the arm.

"listen, your Draco Malfoy and your going to go and ask y/n the girl who've been crushing on since forever to go to the ball with you" Blaise said giving Draco a light shake

"and if she says yes all is good and if she doesn't, well- it's kind of embarassing but it's gonna be alright" Pansy adds

"yea so go and ask her out now before she goes to the ball with Terry Booth over there huh?" Theodore nudges Draco towards your direction as the smiling ravenclaw keeper approaches you

"oh bloody hell- no way in my watch is y/n going to go out with that crow" Draco fumed under his breath as he immediately rushed towards you

"yea go get'em tiger!" Draco could hear Matteo whooping and the constant shouting from his friends, all hyping him up but that could hardly matter right now

Dracos hands were going all clamy and he could feel his heart racing. He wanted to run away from you but he wasn't going to let Terry Booth ask you out right infront of him!

"y/n" Terry approached you with a smile

"Terry" you greeted the Korean boy with a grin "anything's the matter?"

"oh yea uh I wanted to ask you if-" the keeper then abruptly stopped mid sentence as another person had joined their conversation

"y/n! Y/n!" A frantic Draco appeared, his eyes widened and his hair a mess

"Draco? Are you alright?" You ask the Slytherin boy who seemed to be in a bit of a mix

"mhm m'fine- I have to talk to you" Draco grabbed your hand which took you by surprise

You look at a awkward Terry and a frantic Draco, unsure of what to make up with this situation

"oi Booth can you bigger off for a second?" Draco coldly dismissed Terry who simply raise a eyebrow before shaking his head

"er- alright, I'll talk to you later y/n" Terry mumbled before walking away

"Draco! What was that. You can't just tell people to bugger off" you begin scolding Draco, unaware that his hands were still holding yours

"y/n I have to tell you something" the boy gulped, he could feel the way your hands felt against his and the close proximity the both of you were in. His heart racing even faster

"what is it?" You ask him, your brows creased up in slight worry. The blonde Slytherin boy who was always so put together, confident and full of himself was now nervous and quite frankly not behaving like his usual self

"Draco are you sick?" You immediately raise your free hand to his head and Draco swears that his temperature rises by a hundred degrees probably.

"uhm y/n" the boy begins, he could feel his sweat dripping and his mouth going dry

"oh dear Merlin Draco your turning redder than a tomato! Let's go to madam Pomfrey" you usher him, pulling him into the hallway "c'mon let's go-"

"wait y/n listen- I have to tell you something first"

You look at Draco in confusion. What did he have to tell you so much that he was acting quite frankly out of his personality

"er- okay..can you tell me when we're in the infirmary?"

"no! I have to tell you now" Draco pressed on. He had to ask you right now when he was full of adrenaline or else he won't be able to ask you later

"oh okay, okay" you say a little taken back "what is it?"

Draco bites his lower lip and mumbles something

"what Draco? I didn't quite catch you"

"uhm...I think uh- I think you look very nice today!" Draco suddenly exclaimed

"o-oh!" That might have taken you back by surprise even more, a slight blush forms in your face "thanks..uhm"

"actually I think you look nice everyday" Draco continues his eyes looking down, his grip on your hand tightening.

You look down and realise that the both of you were holding hands and you feel your face getting hot

"that's really sweet of you to say Dray" you said before you could stop yourself

Draco looks up at you, his eyes widened at the sudden nickname you called him

"Dray?"

You eyes widen and you the undying urge to slap yourself across the face as you see the way Draco's eyes twinkle with mischief.

"did you just give me a nickname? Dray?" Draco grins smugly, completely forgetting the real reason why he was with you

"oh shut up" you huff "I'm never gonna say that again"

"oh no please do say it again" Draco teased you, watching your face get red

"r-right, what did you have to tell me Draco? Do say it fast I don't have all day" you quickly try to change the subject causing Draco to remember the real reason why he was talking to you

"er-" Draco immediately felt all his confidence and smugness fading away

"oh dear Draco your getting red all again" you worriedly said, peering into his face "are you sure you don't need to-"

"not Draco" Draco mumbled

"what?"

"not Draco, don't call me Draco" Draco mumbled a bit louder

"well, what do you want me to call you then-"

"Dray, you should call me Dray" he says softly

Your eyes widen "Dray... I don't understand what-"

"doyouwanttogototheballwithme?" Draco squeaked

"what?"

Draco cleared his throat and looked around, he beckoned you to come closer to him and leaned towards you

"do you want to maybe perhaps go to the ball with..me?" He whispered into your ears filling your stomach with butterflies

"oh- Draco I-" you stammer, unable to form sentences "uhm I would really actually like that" you whisper back in surprise

"really?" Draco asked you back, his voice in equal surprise

You give a shy nodd

"really?!" Draco asked again looking at you eyes widened "I'm not going to stop saying really unless you give me a proper answer l/n"

Your roll your eyes "yes really...Dray I would love to go to the ball with you"

"oh my god I think I'm gonna pass out" Draco said feeling faint

"I think that's a little but of a exaggeration- oh my god Draco!" You shout out, trying to catch the boy before he fell on the ground

"oh dear- he actually passed out" you grimace slightly as you make him lie down in one of the stools in the courtyard after dragging him all the way from the hallway

You softly brush his blonde hair away from his pink face

"how quite adorable" you laugh to yourself

"Hey Berkshire!" Terry greeted Lorenzo who along with all his friends were trying to see what Draco and y/n were doing just as they got dragged to the hallway

"ugh we cant see them anymore!" Pansy whined as she stretched her neck, only to get a glimpse of blonde hair

"uhm s'everything alright?" Terry asked

"yea everythings fine" Lorenzo smiled at the tall boy "what's up?"

"oh uh- I did what you told me too" Terry grinned as all of Lorenzo's friends looked at him with a confused face

Lorenzo laughed "great chap you are my friend" giving him a pat in the back

"I'm guessing you told me to pretend like I'm asking y/n to the ball just so that Malfoy would make a move first?" Terry winced as he asked Lorenzo who just seemed to grin even brighter

"my god- you do catch on quick don't you?"

Terry let out a laugh and blushed at the sudden compliment. He was never really good with compliments

"you did what?" Matteo asked eyes widened

"sneaky snake" Pansy squinted her eyes at him and grinned 'your a genius!"

Lorenzo simply shrugged

"so whatdya think? He asked her out yet?" Terry peered out from where Pansy was standing

"maybe if Draco finally got the guts" Pansy snorted

"oh I think he did" Blaise said hesitantly

"what?" Pansy and Matteo asked eagerly

"it appears that our little prince has..." Theodore paused not sure whether he was supposed to laugh or be embarrassed

"he has what?" Pansy questioned

"oh hell!" Matteo shouted with laughter "the bloody wanker has fainted!" Matteo exclaimed with glee all across his face

Pansy covered her face with embarrassment as the boys roared with laughter. Only Terry wasn't the one laughing along.

"oh dear" Terry shook his head sadly "now how would the poor boy be when he dances with her?"

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frederickkittens · 6 months ago

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Sweet lolita through the years

Part 2

2005-2008 (ish) “midschool” sweet

Moving out of the oldschool era we start to see sweet Lolita becoming more like we know it today. While solid color mainpieces and simpler styling were still common, printed pieces and more accessories were becoming more popular.

This transitional period between oldschool and the iconic 2010s ott era is often left out in conversations about Lolita history despite it really having its own interesting trends.

In general this era was very glamorous in its trends- gyaru was a huge influence on the trends and you can absolutely see that influence.

This is the period where balancing colors and having elaborately themed coords started. Brands really started to have their own styles and identities.

As a sort of in between of heavy prints and solids appliqué prints and screen prints were very popular at the time. Brands put a lot out and the community caught onto this trend very quickly

I also often see coords from the early part of this era mislabeled as oldschool despite them already being quite modern. I do think there’s overlap, especially around 2005-2006 but familiarizing yourself with the styling differences makes it pretty easy to see the differences. The “new” way of coording at the time was far more sweet, more elaborate, more detailed, and more accessorized. THIS is the period where tea parties, modern usakumya designs, baby’s heart bags, and many other iconic designs that are often labeled as oldschool were made. Mislabeling them as oldschool both harms the ability to properly emulate oldschool and erases the history of the transitional period between then and the ott era. Wrist cuffs were also becoming common place at this point.

Printed socks started to become both more elaborate and more popular though lace topped otks stayed pretty common and popular in this period.

Jewelry got more detailed and cutesy. Plastic jewelry started to become more common, however more detailed metal jewelry was the majority of what you’ll see. Jewelry and socks that matched the motifs of dresses started to become the standard at this point.

Other accessories were very varied though mini Alice bows were really the most popular and common. A lot of fun and experimental headpieces like plastic headbands, mini hats, and the always iconic napayoshi bunny bonnet were made in this time.

Novelty bags and heavily printed totes also started to become more common and popular. Strangely it seems that plush animal bags fell out of popularity until the tail end of this era moving into the ott craze. Printed hand bags were the most popular, but some shaped novelty bags were still made- especially towards the end of this period.

This is one of the first Lolita eras where hair and makeup became a big part of styling a coord. With the popularization of gyaru you could see many influences in how Lolita’s did their hair and makeup both in this period and in the 2010s. Though the makeup was simpler and typically didn’t veer into full gyaru territory until the later part into the 2010s

More accessories like wrist cuffs, faux collars, brooches, gloves and little chains that clipped from one jsk strap to the other were seen at this time too. Faux fur in details was extremely popular with some brands even including fur trims on their mainpieces. Pearls, polkadots, charms, and florals were all also rampant.

Motifs were all over the place at the time but some of the most popular / common were: poodles, cakes / sweets, polkadots, Alice / card / trumps, berries, crowns, cats, houndstooth, florals, and crowns!

Thanks so much for reading, if you’re interested in reading more see: part 1 part 3

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Broken Beyond Bearing | Part 3

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Part 1 found here | AO3

CW: A/B/O sexism I guess is what we should call this? Trauma reactions to doctors, awful in world politics.

Keeping his eyes on you Kyle’s concern rises with each shallow breath you suck between your teeth.

The nurse had been watching and held the door open as he directed Kyle to the first room on the right. Settling your body flat on the table he steps back, trying to give the nurse room to move. With two chairs, a small counter and a sink, and a ‘calming’ green on the walls the room looks exactly like he expects it to.

“How long ago was the exposure?” The nurse is taking your vitals and you stiffen as if your body hit rigor. “Ma’am if you don’t relax this is going to take longer.”

“Less than thirty minutes,” Kyle answers coolly.

The whine, primal and terrified, that comes from your throat as the blood pressure cuff is tightening has Kyle moving to where your head lays. Running the back of his knuckles down your cheeks he whispers to you. The scent of your fear, clear and uncontaminated with whatever afflicted you normally, flooded the room.

“Hey, hey. I’m here. You’re not alone. Everything will be okay.”

The nurse, an alpha by scent, makes a noise that pulls Kyle to look at him. The nurse, Johnson by the glance to his name tag, keeps his eyes on the monitor taking your blood pressure and pulse. Kyle focuses back on you. Your body regains mobility as the cuff is removed, eyes rolling like a horse looking for a place to run.

“Her vitals are all looking normal, the doctor will be in shortly,” Johnson shuts the door behind him. He must not be far enough away from the door when he starts talking to someone else. “Beta bitch in room one has track marks up both arms. I knew betas died from drugs more than any other gender but it’s wild to see that out here.”

Kyle would have stormed out the door to rip into the man if your hands hadn’t slapped into his, holding them tight. Pulling yourself upright from the reclined position you tuck your knees to your chest and rest your chin atop them. Letting go of his hands you curl them around your legs.

Sitting on a chair positioned next to the bed Kyle looks up at you, trying to catch your eyes.

“Even when he could see the streaks of color through your irises no recognition lit your features. Concerned, Kyle stays sitting on the bed with you watching each breath and twitch. Nothing changes until the door opens with a faint knock.

“My name is Doctor Chen. Can you tell me what happened today?”

Like an automaton, you uncurl from your crunched position. Legs folded you straighten your back and rest your forearms on your knees palms aimed at the ceiling. Kyle had seen poses similar in meditation videos he would watch sometimes to give his mind a moment to relax. There is no peace in your pose. The width of your open eyes and the shallowness of your breath all remind him of victims he has saved from torture.

Memories that left their marks on his bones should not be reflected in your posture, he faced evil abroad and in the mirror to keep people like you safe.

He glanced at the man, dark hair, light blue scrubs, thick-rimmed glasses, and a white overcoat Kyle mostly associated with lab work. A quick draw of breath and Kyle marked him as an alpha. Dr. Chen did not look at you once, eyes staying firmly on him.

“We had an exposure to an allergen.”

Dr. Chen nodded once and sat on the small, wheeled stool that Kyle only ever saw in doctor’s offices. He wondered if they had to special order them or if they appeared in the building like fairies to offers of milk and bread. The man logged into his computer with a swipe of his name tag to an RFID reader and tapped a few buttons before turning to look at Kyle again.

“Do you know what the allergy was in reaction to?” He adjusts his glasses further up his nose.

“We don’t and would like to get some testing. Does this clinic do testing?” Kyle asked; all of his medical care happened on base.

Dr. Chen’s eyes glanced at you for the first time with a flare of his nose as he took in the fear salting the room with your uniquely beta scent. Kyle knew deeper than his marrow that you could turn off his brain and any explosive rage that he dealt with being an alpha. You didn’t use that now, but by the gods, he wished you would. The flash of disgust that whipped across Dr. Chen’s face ignited the soul-deep rage that existed with being an alpha.

“Dr. Chen,” the darkness, power, in Kyle’s voice brought the doctor’s face to him. “You will treat my wife with respect or I will ensure you don’t live to regret it.”

The cloying, nose-coating scent of Dr. Chen’s alpha rising to meet the challenge filled Kyle’s nose. He let the monster rise in his eyes, keeping his scent muted. Military training had to be good for something beyond the battlefield.

Kyle stands, placing his body between the doctor and the bed where you sit. Arms crossed and shoulders spread wide he used the mass of his bulk to show the barrier he could be. He didn’t know you, but Kate had seen something that prompted her to give them the care over you. You would not feel any harm if he could prevent it. You started to rock softly, eyes still unseeing. Then you begin to hum Edelweiss, effectively breaking the tension. Chen lost the staring match when he glanced at you.

“Do your job doctor, so I don’t have to.”

“That is out of line Mr—”

“Sergeant, special forces.”

Dr. Chen’s eyes narrowed but accepted the correction.

“Sergeant, your wife is doing fine by her visual inspection and her vitals agree. This clinic does not offer allergy testing but there are a few private practices here that you can call.” He turned back to his computer, typing in what Kyle assumed to be a summary of the visit today. “Most of what we do here for allergies is to stop the reaction and watch for any adverse effects.”

“I will need a copy of that report for our records,” Kyle stated it like a command he would give a private or a trainee. A firm ‘this is the course of action you will be taking’ that did not leave any room for questions or disobedience.

If Dr. Chen thought of arguing with Kyle, he kept it to himself. He left shortly after with a comment that Johnson would be in soon with the paperwork he requested. That is how Johnny found them, Kyle’s arms crossed and holding back his rage and you the juxtaposition of a peaceful body and an absent mind.

“You are more than you appear, wife,” Johnny took your hand, curling fingers around palms.

They wait in the cadence of your voice for nearly five minutes before Johnson appears, papers in hand. Kyle snaps a vice grip around the man’s wrist, pulling him close.

“Johnson. If I hear you telling tales about betas, and more specifically about my wife I will paint the walls of your room with colors not even crime techs will unsee.”

The man under his eyes paled quite impressively. Plucking the papers from his hand Kyle dropped Johnson’s hand and turned to his pack mate and partner in crime. Johnny’s thumb traced a track along the back of your hand as he watched the interaction play out before him.

“Can you carry her to the truck?”

Johnny’s eyes flicked as he watched the nurse flee from the room.

“Yeah. Up you pop bonnie,” he settled one arm over his shoulder and then the other before lifting you under the thighs to settle around his waist.

Still, you hummed, no life in your form. Kyle had a glare and a harsh, nose-blistering scent of rage for anyone who looked too long. Johnny settled in the back seat with you, buckling you into the middle so he could keep a hand on you and Kyle could check on you in the review mirror.

The drive home is tense, filled only with Kyle’s quiet mutterings about inexperienced winter drivers. When he turns onto the path home Johnny asks a question.

“What the hell happened in the clinic when I was on the phone with John?”

The steering wheel creaks under the pressure of Kyle’s hands.

“Nurse and doctor had some awful things to say about our wife, called her a drug addict, and couldn’t keep professional.”

“The hell? Why did they do that?” Johnny’s face in the rearview is tight with angry concern.

“It’s due to the beta laws that went into place ten…eleven? Yeah maybe eleven years ago.” Your voice is an unexpected addition to the conversation.

Kyle slows to a stop in the snow, throwing the truck in park and turning to look at you.

“What beta laws?”

He knows his gaze is harsh when you flinch back. Johnny wraps an arm around you and you settle a bit.

“There were laws on the books for a long time that weren’t really enforced,” you swallow and look from man to man before staring at your knees and continuing. “About how betas weren’t allowed the same personhood rights as alphas and omegas due to the lack of either consistent rut or heat. Apparently, the ability to do both is scary to the government. Several years back a group successfully passed a new law that said basically that betas should be treated like children, unable to sign paperwork without an approving authority, have bank accounts alone, apply for a credit card, or passport, you name it without the approval of an alpha or omega. In some places it went beyond that, stripping beta’s of all rights.”

Johnny muttered under his breath something that sounded like ‘What the fuck’ but Kyle kept his eyes on you.

“What happened to you?” His whisper hardens on your skin like ice.

There is no weak, scared beta woman here, only a beast that would peel him apart if he pushed. He didn’t scare her, but doctors did.

“No.”

Nodding once and accepting the answer Kyle turned back to driving. He would discuss this all with the guys after they had settled into bed. The interactions with the clinic staff were nothing like he had ever experienced before. Though as he thought of it he couldn’t remember the last time he had worked with a beta.

Simon and John step onto the porch as Kyle parks, as if they had been keeping watch for them.

The four men set about their tasks, hauling everything inside. You follow when Johnny reaches into the back seat and helps you out, hand tucked in his as he carries in a few bags. Simon sets about setting up the bed they picked for your room. Johnny settles you at the table, laughing and joking at you as he prepares a plate of food. Kyle and John set to work on creating the dresser. They don’t hear you laugh at any of Johnny’s stories but John points to you once and Kyle catches a glimpse of a smile. The sun slips away into the trees as each of the men finishes their task. Once the bed is made and the mattress settled on the frame John and Kyle lift the dresser into place.

The three men who had built things collapsed onto the couch facing the back wall of windows into the woods. Simon is settled between John and Kyle an arm dropped around each of them. You are standing on the back porch, head tilted back as you look at the ink-dark sky. The coat and boots you wear are those picked up today. Kyle didn’t think to wonder where Johnny had gone until he bounced down the steps with a bright bundle of fabric over one shoulder as he shoved a beanie on his head.

“Where ya going, Johnny?” Simon pitches his voice to carry but not to shout.

“Gonna give our wife a gift,” he winks at his lovers and pops out the back door.

Simon tightens the arm around Kyle.

“He loves you. That won’t change if he chooses to love someone new as well,” John murmured.

Kyle looked over at John who lay his head fully on Simon, nose buried in the scent gland at his neck. John licks the length of the gland causing Simon to let out a short whine.

Glancing back out to the back porch Kyle watches Johnny settle a shawl across your shoulders and sees in your profile confusion, hesitance. When you look down and clutch the shawl tight to your chest Kyle could only call the look on your face concerned acceptance. Johnny grinned at you like the sun had risen.

“To bed Simon, I can feel you grumble. Your rut starts soon. Let Johnny get our wife settled and let Kyle and I get you into bed.” John pushes up from the couch pulling Simon with him.

Kyle stands as well, eyes drifting to you and Johnny one last time. Standing side by side the two stare at the stars. John calls him from his observations and Kyle starts up the stairs after his lovers. His other lover will arrive with time.

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lemon-boy-stan · 1 year ago

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Genshin men as your husband's and boyfriends and telling them "fuck you"

Smutty. Featuring: Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli, Wriothesley. Warnings: swearing, knife play, mentions of breeding, use of handcuffs, monster fucking. A/N: I am a big believer of Wrio using cuffs.

DILUC

"Yeah?!" Diluc yelled back. "YEAH!" you screamed, "fuck you, Ragnivdr!" Diluc went quiet for a moment, making you freeze. His eyes flashed bright red as he rolled his tongue across the inside of his left cheek. "Fuck me, huh?" You bit your lower lip. "Master Diluc..." But he wasn't having any of it today. "I was just trying. To keep you safe. And you're using such vile language on me, hmm?"

"Master Diluc, please, I -" He cut you off, "You will stay home, and you won't be going on this commission." You opened your mouth again, "but-" his eyes flared once more and you shut it. "You are staying home. And perhaps, after today, you'll have another reason to stay home, hmm? Watch your language, darling, our future children can't hear you say such foul things."

KAEYA

"Oh, fuck you, Alberich!" You made your way for the door before shrieking, Kaeya's hand gripping your wrist so tight that his fingers left little half-moon marks on your skin, and you knew he was angry. "Fuck me, huh?" He whispered the words in your ears, biting the tip of it, making you arch your back. "How about I fuck you?"

Kaeya unsheathed his sword, pressing the cool metal on the skin under your sundress. You moaned softly, throwing your head back, backing up against the closed door of his office. "Kaeya," you moaned, making him smirk. "Please."

CHILDE

"FUCK YOU, AJAX!" Tartaglia laughed loudly, wringing his hands. "Fuck me? Aren't you normally the one screaming that in this relationship?" You ignored him, "shut up. You're so annoying, you got us lost, you-" his lips crashed on yours. "Be quiet, Comrade. Or we're going to be found."

You moaned softly into his lips, feeling his hard-on against the soft material of your dress. You whined, "fuck me please, Tartaglia." He cackled lowly into the kiss, "mm, that's what I thought." Sliding his pants down, pushing you into the tree behind you.

ZHONGLI

"What did you just say to me?" Zhongli's eyes flashed golden. You bit your lip, whispering, "I - I said f - fuck you." Zhongli snarled, and you could've sworn there was smoke coming from his nose and suddenly he was in front of you, towering over you, gripping your waist harder than usual. You looked down and gasped, staring at his now black and golden arms and hands.

"M-Morax," you mumbled. Zhongli snarled again, pressing into you, biting your neck harshly, making you squeal loudly. "You'll be punished for that, my little Qingxing."

WRIOTHESLEY

"Don't tell me to shut up!" Wriothesley roared. You screamed back at him, "I'll do whatever I please! And not only am I going to say "shut up", I'm going to say fuck you, too, Mr. Perfect Duke!" Wriothesley growled and you shrieked loudly as he picked you up with his big, strong hands, lifting you as if you were a featherweight.

Wriothesley bent you over his desk, grabbing both your arms behind your back and slapping his handcuffs on your wrists, the metal making your toes curl. You could hear the sound of his belt unbuckling and his pants dropping to the floor. He chuckled softly, "do you want to think twice before saying such cruel things to me, my dear?"

First time writing for Wrio and Zhongli! Hope you like it, they both have a chokehold on me HAHAHA.

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lanadelnegan · 9 months ago

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so basically instead of eugene its reader and negan finds it super hot that she's hot and has brains, and while she's explaining how to make bullets all he can stare at is how tiny her articles of clothing are and maybe fucks her in the building while the guards are right outside? love your writing

Ahhh i love this idea so much.

Smarty Pants

Negan x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, p in v, quickie with Negan while the others are outside

"And, so, yeah, that's how you make a bullet." You pushed your glasses further up the bridge of your nose, hesitantly looking up at the Savior's leader before you.

A smirk lingered at the corner of his mouth as his eyes slid slowly up your body before landing on your eyes. You blushed, realizing he'd been staring and silently praised yourself for choosing to wear a spaghetti strapped sundress today. It was yellow, your favorite color, and contrasted perfectly with your skin. You'd be lying if you said you weren't trying to impress him.

The only good thing about being at the sanctuary was getting to look at Negan everyday. Although you missed your friends back home, it wasn't so bad here. And, at least Daryl was here with you, even though he was a prisoner.

Your eyes flashed to Daryl, who standing behind Negan with cuffs shackled to his ankles and wrists. You felt an immediate sense of guilt every time you saw him. It wasn't fair that you got special treatment just for being highly intelligent. Daryl had just as much - if not more - to offer the saviors. The difference is, you were willing to succumb to them. To Negan.

Negan noticed you eyeing Daryl, making you nervously turn away and head inside. Before you could make it too far down the hall, Negan’s voice stopped you.

"Not so fast, smarty pants.” He slowly walked towards you, baseball bat in hand and your heart raced in your chest. You backed against the wall while Negan stood in front of you in a fitted white t-shirt.

"Darlin'. Have I properly thanked you for the service you're doing here?" His voice was deeper than usual and the sound of it alone made you wet.

"N-no, but no need, sir..”

"Oh, how inconsiderate of me." His voice boomed. “I would love the chance to show my appreciation to my sweet, little bullet maker. If you're up for it?"

You politely nodded and his grin deepened as he looked down at you.

"That’s a good girl." Lucille touched your ankle, stinging your skin but you didn't move. The head of the bat traced up your leg lightly, leaving a mark until it reached your sensitive thigh. You felt the bottom of your dress lifting as Negan watched.

"Like opening a birthday present, baby. Did you wear this pretty dress just for me?”

You nodded again, causing him to pull his bat away and lean it against the wall beside you.

“Can’t hear you, sweetheart. Speak when you’re spoken to.” He whispered in your ear.

“Y-yes. I wore it for you.” You admitted, earning a pleased chuckle from him.

“Yeah? You want my attention, baby? You’ve fuckin' got it.”

Your body shivered when his hand slid up your thigh and reached your panties. You were already soaked and from Negan’s reaction, it was obvious. He let out a satisfied groan before pressing his lips to the sensitive spot underneath your ear.

“So warm and wet for me already. Tell me what you want, darlin’.” He whispered, and you heard the sound of his pants quickly unzip.

"I want.. you to fuck me. Right here, please."

Negan chuckled and lifted you suddenly by your thighs, guiding your legs around his waist.

“That? Is exactly what the fuck I wanted to hear.”

He pulled your panties to the side while pressing you against the wall and entered you completely, not giving you time to adjust. Your mouth fell open into an "o" shape at how deep he went. You both let out a satisfied groan before his thrusts became steady and fast.

"Oh my goddd! It's so.. so.." You tried to finish your sentence but he took your breath away, so he finished it for you.

"Big. I know baby, and I am balls fucking deep in you right now. Taking me like a champ. I am so. fucking. proud. of you baby girl." He grunted while he spoke filthy words in your ear and you held onto him tight.

Burying your face into the side of his neck, you cried from the overwhelming fullness. Each one of his thrusts made your stomach tighten and your vision became blurry as you moaned loudly in his ear.

"Goddamn it, you feel so good wrapped around my dick. Who do you belong to?”

“You! Negan!”

“That’s fucking right, baby. You are mine.” He pumped into you harder, making you see stars as his hands squeezed your ass cheeks hard enough to leave bruises.

You could hear the guards talking right outside, knowing they could enter at any moment, but the thought of getting caught was even more thrilling. Your orgasm was coming quickly and so hard it made your eyes water.

"Ohhh fuck, I can feel you throbbing baby. Let me have it, cum for daddy." He sank his teeth into your neck, undoubtedly leaving a hickey.

“Negan! Negan! I’m cumming!” You screamed.

“Shit doll, me too. Fuck, fuck.” Negan groaned loudly as he came inside of you. He kissed you before setting you down on your feet and pulling out of you. Seconds later you felt your panties pool with his warm liquid and all you wanted to do in that moment was taste it.

"Goddamn that was exactly what I fuckin' needed!" He laughed, zipping himself back in his pants. "But I am nowhere near done with you, darlin'. How would you like stay in my room tonight?

"I thought.. that was just for your wives.."

"Jesus, I am so sorry." He said sarcastically. "I assumed you were one of them now considering I just fucked your brains out?"

Was he.. asking me to be his wife?

"Oh.. um. I mean, I want to be, so..." You paused, waiting for him to continue.

"If you're expecting a formal proposal, don't." He chuckled. "The only time you'll see me on my knees is when I'm eating that sweet pussy. Now sweetheart, we were not finished with our conversation outside. Let's go." He picked up Lucille and you followed him back outside, listening to his happy whistle as the rest of the group went silent and stared at us awkwardly.

Oh god, they totally heard everything.

"Continue." Negan demanded.

Simon cleared his throat and continued talking to the group. You shifted uncomfortably at the warmth in your panties, trying to focus on what they were saying but Negan's breath against your ear distracted you.

"Those panties stay on for the rest of the day. No exceptions."

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darkeunology · 9 months ago

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♡ Dirty Little Secret ♡

Word Count: 2830

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Derek Morgan x Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+ only, oral (M receiving), public sex, mentions of sexual acts

Summary: Derek has an idea of something you can do on the jet while everyone is asleep, except Spencer wakes up.

This is my first entry for the CM kink bingo 2024, this is a fic I had originally posted on an old account of mine, just in case anyone thinks it's familiar, it has been rewritten today since I wanted to rewrite my old fics and make them all better, I thought this one would fit perfectly with three prompts on my bingo card so I decided to rewrite it now. Updated bingo card here

Prompts used: Friends with benefits, Caught in the act, Oral

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The jet was quiet, a far difference from how the jet was on the way to Texas, with everyone talking about the case before you arrived; now that the case was solved and the unsub in cuffs, the jet ride back was silent, only the noise of people breathing quietly as they caught up on the sleep that they had been desperately lacking the past few days. Well, everyone except you and Derek. The two of you were sitting together on the sofa, your head resting on his shoulder as his arm was wrapped tightly around yours, his thumb stroking the bare skin of your shoulder, his lips every so often moving to place a chaste kiss on your head.

The two of you weren’t dating, it had never really been a discussion of the two of you actually becoming official, even if sometimes that was what you wanted, however, right now, the two of you were simply friends with benefits, whenever one of you would need some form of stress relief, the other was willing to help - initially it started out innocent, just going to each other’s places to watch movies or play some video games, but it slowly started turning sexual. Starting with making out with Derek on his couch after one particularly tough case, to Derek pounding into you, begging him to let you cum after another tough case. You weren’t exclusive, Derek had told you a number of times that you were more than welcome to find someone else and end this arrangement whenever you wanted, and you told him the same, but neither of you found yourselves wanting to pursue anything different; you were addicted to each other, addicted to the little sighs, the touches, the kisses, the moans, everything about each other. Both of you swore to the rest of the team that there was nothing going on between the two of you, you were simply good friends; the team never believed you both. They would see the way you would both look at each other, the hugs that would sometimes last a beat too long for most friends, the way that your hands would linger on each other, the signs were subtle, but they were there.

Derek and you were simply just whispering amongst yourselves, talking about everything and anything you could think of, just trying to keep your minds occupied, neither of you really able to sleep after the many days of this case. Derek quickly looked around the jet, checking to see if everyone truly was asleep, his gaze finishing once he’d checked that Spencer, who was sitting opposite the two of you at the tabled seats, was also asleep, the realisation made the man smirk at you. He moved slightly so that his lips were now at your cheek, placing sweet kisses there, you moved to give him better access, “You know something I’ve wanted to try with you for a while now?” He asked, a teasing tone clear in his voice as his lips trailed down to your jaw,

You hummed lightly, prompting Derek to keep talking, you gasped at Derek’s lips now right by your ear, whispering seductively, “I’ve always wanted you to give me a blowjob whilst everyone’s asleep around us.” his teeth grazed your earlobe, forcing a shiver out of you,

“Fuck.” you mumbled, not meaning for Derek to hear the desperation in your voice, but he did.

“You like the idea of someone waking up to see your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock, don’t you sweetheart?” he asked, the amusement clear in his voice as one of his hands moved down to your thigh, squeezing it harshly, he loved the way you were squirming under his touch. His cock hardened in his jeans at the thought of you on your knees for him. Derek noticed you hadn’t answered him, he moved his hand to your throat, squeezing at the sides lightly, just enough to hitch your breathing, a small whimper spilling past your lips, “Answer me honey.” he demanded, his voice still quiet to not wake anyone.

Shakily, you nodded your head, arousal pooling in your belly at the thought, “Yes, yes I want that.” you stumbled, causing Derek to take his hand away from your throat, moving it to the back of the couch, sitting with his arms spread out, waiting for you to start.

“Good girl.” He smirked, knowing what those two words always did to you, his body slouched down in the seat slightly, his legs opening wider. He raised an eyebrow at the fact you hadn’t yet moved, “You know what to do honey.” he spoke cockily, watching with hunger in his eyes as you slid off the sofa, taking your place on your knees in front of him, your body fitting between his legs perfectly, almost as if you were made to be down here. Your hands reached out to his zipper, eagerly pulling it down, Derek helped you get his jeans and boxers off enough so that you could release his hardening cock. Instinctively, you clenched your thighs together. No matter how many times you’d seen Derek’s cock, it always amazed you every time, he was the perfect size to fill you perfectly.

His cock was begging for attention, so you started with just your hands, gripping his cock in one hand, you slowly started moving your hand up and down, twisting your wrist slightly as you did so, going slow enough to just tease him, “Don’t tease.” he muttered out, his eyes looking down at you, a warning look in them. Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you leaned forwards, licking a strip up his cock before circling his head, collecting his pre-cum on the tip of your tongue, he groaned lightly, his head falling back on the couch as you wrapped your lips around him fully, your head sinking down as far as you could without gagging, knowing that you needed to be quiet.

Derek moved his hands to your head without looking back down at you, beginning to thrust his hips ever so slightly, also being cautious of going too deep since he didn’t want you to wake everyone up with your gagging. He threw his head forwards as you began hollowing out your cheeks, your mouth working faster. Instead of looking down at you, his eyes met Spencer, who was now awake, his eyes trained on watching you on the floor, watching the way you were taking Derek’s cock perfectly.

He hadn’t woken up immediately, but Spencer tended to be quite a light sleeper, so when he heard the mumbles of you and Derek talking he started waking up, turning his head slightly and having to take a double look to believe what he was seeing in front of him. If he was being honest with himself, he’d always had a crush on you, pretty much from the moment you’d joined the BAU, he’d thought your intelligence and charisma was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He never had the courage to try anything with you or let you know how he felt about you, and when the rumours started about you and Derek being just a bit too close, he gave up, hoping that it wasn’t true, but from what he was watching now, he couldn’t deny it anymore. He deflated slightly, knowing that he now didn’t stand a chance with you when you were Derek’s, but he couldn’t take his eyes off you, he knew he probably should before Derek could catch him staring, but he was transfixed on you, his cock stirring slightly in his jeans, imagining that you were on your knees for him instead of for Derek.

“You’re doing so well for me babygirl. Taking my cock so well.” Derek spoke, only slightly louder than last time, just loud enough that he knew Spencer would be able to hear him - which he did. His eyes snapped up to Derek’s which were looking directly at him. Spencer thought he’d be angry, but the only expression in Derek’s eyes were lust and amusement as he sent a wink in Spencer’s direction, that, in Spencer’s eyes, was permission enough that he could keep watching, his hands gripping his thighs tightly, teasing himself as he watched your head bob up and down on Derek’s cock.

Spencer resisted the urge to touch himself, not wanting to do with Derek watching, embarrassed enough that he’d been caught watching you and was hard from watching. His eyes constantly flicked between you on the floor and watching Derek and the way he would moan quietly, the way Derek would look down at you with so much love and lust in his eyes as you worked. Derek was doing the same, looking down between you and looking back at Spencer, watching as the young genius was so pent up from watching.

Derek smirked to himself as a thought formed in his mind, thrusting his hips up quicker, his grip in your hair tightened, pushing you on his cock quicker “Go on baby, I’m so close. You’re doing such a good job for me.” he groaned quietly. You hummed around his cock, pushing him over the edge. His hips stuttered as he came into your mouth, his cock twitching, he kept thrusting his hips slowly, drawing out his orgasm. You moaned around his cock as his cum filled your mouth, swallowing it as you pulled your mouth off his cock, using your thumb to collect what had spilled out your mouth, chuckling as Derek groaned above you.

You sat back on your heels, your breathing slightly ragged, you looked up at Derek who was smirking again, you being still blissfully unaware of the second set of eyes plastered on you. “You’re such a good girl for me.” Derek praised you, leaning forwards to catch your lips with his, kissing you fervently, his tongue pushing into your mouth, claiming you as his in front of Spencer. He pulled away after leaving another short, chaste kiss to your lips, quickly looking around the rest of the jet to ensure you hadn’t woken anyone else up, which thankfully, you hadn’t. His eyes ran back over to Spencer for a split second before looking back down to you, his eyes full of mischief. “Why don’t you go and give pretty boy over there the same treatment.” he spoke, nodding towards where Spencer was sitting across from you.

Eyes widening, you whipped your head round, watching as Spencer’s face turned red after being called out by Derek, he looked away from you. You didn’t need to be told twice by Derek as you stood from the floor, your steps wobbly for a second after being on the floor for so long, Derek quickly tapped your backside, urging you to move quicker. You took the few steps over to where Spencer was sitting, kneeling down in the seat next to him, one hand going to the curls on his head, running your hand through them lightly, “Do you want me to help you relax, Spence?” you asked, not doing anything until Spencer told you that you could.

Spencer whimpered slightly, giving a feeble nod as his eyes moved back to you, one hand coming to your waist, leaving a feather-like touch there, almost like he was scared that you would disappear if he touched you too hard, “I need to hear you, Spence.” you told him, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Please.” he whispered, nodding again, more confidently this time.

“Okay then, pretty.” you spoke, using your hand to turn his face, allowing you to place your lips on his, sharing a slow, almost tentative kiss. You pulled away first after a moment, chuckling lightly as Spencer followed your lips. Giving him another chaste, quick kiss, you moved onto your knees, slipping down onto the floor, your body concealed by the table above you. You placed your body in between his legs, your hands running up his thighs causing him to shiver slightly, your hand hit his clothes erection, pressing down slightly causing Spencer to whimper again.

You looked up at Spencer as you started pulling his jeans down, “Lift your hips for a second honey.” you spoke lightly, moving his jeans and boxers down as he lifted his hips to help you. The size of his cock happily surprised you, he wasn’t as big as Derek was, but he was still well endowed, enough to have you rubbing your thighs together again, your own arousal tortuous to you. Spencer didn’t need to get any harder, he was already hard enough just from watching you with Derek, you pumped your hand around his cock only a few times before licking a stripe from the bottom to the top, collecting his pre-cum on the tip of your tongue, the exact same way you did with Derek. You wasted no time with sheathing him inside of your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat instantly. You bobbed your head up and down, slowly to begin with, until you had Spence begging above you.

Spencer was a lot louder than Derek had been, his moans and whimpers almost too loud. Derek had sorted himself out and moved over to sit next to Spencer, placing his thumb in his mouth, giving him something to suck on to keep him from waking the rest of the team up. Derek didn’t really fancy having to explain this to everyone. “You need to be quiet pretty boy. You don’t want everyone to wake up do you?” he asked. Spencer nodded his head, moaning a bit quieter around Derek’s thumb, which he kept inside his mouth, “Good boy” Derek mumbled, his lips going to Spencer’s neck, biting and sucking to leave a mark that Spencer would cover with a scarf when getting off the jet. Derek moved away from his neck for a moment to look down at you, “Don’t tease him honey, I think he deserves a treat, don’t you?” he asked you.

Humming around Spencer’s cock in affirmation, you started moving your head quicker, taking Spencer’s cock almost all the way down. One of Spencer’s hands was fisted in your hair, helping bob your head up and down, the other was on Derek’s thigh, squeezing tightly. You knew Spencer was close as his cock started twitching in your mouth, his body being pent up for too long watching you earlier.

Derek could tell that Spencer was close too as his moans started getting too loud again. Spencer looked towards Derek, lust taking over his eyes as he whimpered around Derek’s thumb, his eyes flicking down to Derek’s lips. Derek quickly took his thumb out of Spencer’s mouth, replacing it with his lips, kissing him aggressively, allowing Spencer’s moans to be swallowed by his mouth, muffling him enough as he came into your mouth, his lips struggling to be able to kiss Derek back, the kiss was all teeth and tongue, but it was able to keep Spencer quiet, he was under the control of the both of you, he would do anything either of you asked him to do. You hummed as Spencer’s hips stopped thrusting, your mouth moving off of him,looking up at Spencer and Derek who were still kissing, Spencer now able to kiss him back a lot better, tucking Spencer away, you made your presence known under the table again causing the men to break away from each other.

“C’mere honey.” Derek murmured, his hand reaching down to help you get up from under the table, you groaned slightly as your knees cracked as you stood. Carefully you draped yourself over Derek’s legs, your legs resting on Spencer’s, his hands coming to grip your thighs, keeping you planted on him, Derek’s coming to wrap around your waist, holding you close to him.

“If Spence is up for it,” Derek started, looking towards Spencer for a second before moving his attention back to you, “We’ll take him home with us and give you a little reward for being so good for us.” he finished. You looked towards Spencer waiting for his reaction first,

“God yes.” he chuckled, his mind running wild with what was going to happen once the three of you got off the jet.

“I’m in.” you spoke after Spencer, giving Derek a quick kiss on the lips.

The team didn’t question when they woke up to the sight of you draped over Derek with your legs on Spencer, they figured you three had stayed up talking and you decided to get comfy. They did question, however, when the three of you were the first off the jet, almost rushing off, and they definitely questioned when they saw a blatant hickey on Spencer’s neck that certainly wasn’t there when they first got on the jet.

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jayparked · 3 months ago

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congrats on 1k!! 104 + sunghoon please <3

warnings: DOM SUNGHOON, brat tamer hoon, bondage, pet names, masturbation, voyerism

wc: 405

"I reward good girls, not impatient brats like you," Sunghoon growls as he tightens the final restraint against your wrist. You can't help but pout and wiggle your body against the cuffs. Not only did your boyfriend cuff your wrists together and to the headboard, but he also cuffed your ankles to the bedposts, both legs stretched out deliciously so you feel the cool air against your sopping cunt.

"C'mon, babe. You know you like it when I disobey." You try your best to lure him back to you, biting your bottom lip and moving so your breasts jiggle.

Unphased, Sunghoon leans down and pinches one of your hardened buds, eliciting a surprised yelp out of you.

"Not this time." He walks out of the room and for a moment you think he's really going to just leave you there. But after a few seconds, he returns with one of the dining table chairs.

"What are you doing with that?"

He doesn't answer. Just simply sets the chair next to the bed and slowly starts to take his clothes off.

"Sunghoon, what's the chair for?"

A smirk is all you get in response. He doesn't take his shirt fully off, just leaves it unbuttoned so you can see his muscles flex with each of his movements. Next, he unbuttons his jeans and slides them down his thighs along with his boxers. Sunghoon's hard cock seeps with precum, his hand quickly grasping his length and squeezing the tip until a bead is sliding down to his fingertips.

Once he sits down on the chair and leans back, starting to pump himself into his hand is when you realize what he's doing.

"Sunghoon. Please. This isn't fair," you moan, watching as your boyfriend smirks at you for the umpteenth time today. His pace doesn't stay slow and steady for long. Once his eyes are roaming your tethered body he loses his control and starts to pump himself with more haste, biting his bottom lip as he surpresses his moans.

"You only get to watch," he moans out with a low chuckle at the end, eyes sparkling with the amount of pleasure he's getting while watching you tug at your restraints, attempting anything you can so you can get your hands on him.

"B-but-"

"No buts, sweetheart." Sunghoon's cock twitches in his hand as his hips jut forward. "Maybe next time you'll think twice before you disobey me."

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nightmare-niko · 1 year ago

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Welcome Home [Childhoodbestfriend!Coryo x reader]

Warnings: TBOSAS spoilers, angst, two idiots in love, too cute for your own good tbh, no use of Y/n

A/n: Im still getting back in the swing of fanfic writing but if you have any other characters from The Hunger Games universe you want me to write for just lmk!!!!

Copying or translating my writing is not allowed. If you see my work on another site it is stolen. Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged.

Childhoodbestfriend!coryo who searches for your face in the crowded train station, and when he finally sees you, his knees almost gave in.

The two of you didn’t leave off on the best of terms (he blew you off the second he met Lucy Gray) and Coriolanus didn’t think you’d show up to welcome him home.

But there you were.

There in the crowd you stood, nervously playing with the end of your hair just like you always did. You looked through the sea of faces for your best friend, at first you couldn’t see him. Perhaps you missed him? Surely not… But then, there he was. Coriolanus Snow, Your Coryo.

Before you could register what was happening you were barreling towards him. Engulfing him in a bone crushing hug that he doesn’t hesitate to return.

“Oh Coryo!” You exclaim, pulling back from the hug to get a better look at him. “Oh my goodness! Your hair! What did they do to your hair? You’re bald!” You rub your hands in his head, savoring the strange new sensation.

He laughs gently, taking your wrists in his hands and holding them close. “I am not bald! it’ll grow back before you even realize, a swear.” He pauses for a moment, staring deeply into your eyes. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you more than you can know, Coryo”

“I’m sure i missed you more,” he paused again. “Where’s Tigris?”

“Don’t worry, she’s at work, she wishes she could be here but you know how her boss is.” Coryo hums in acknowledgment, “and I talked to grandma’am earlier today and she gave me strict instructions to keep you away from your house tonight.” You take his hand and start walking your way through the platform.

“What? Why?” The grip on your hand tight, as if he’s scared to lose you.

“Oh she wouldn’t tell me, she knew I was just gonna end up telling you anyway.” Your arms brush together as you walk, to anyone else, the two of you look like the loveliest couple. “But that just means you get to spend your first day back your favorite person!”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way~”

•

“Are you sure your parents are going to be okay with me staying over?" Your parents were never the biggest fan of Coriolanus Snow, they werent fans of the Snow family at all, and when they saw him on to with that District girl they deemed him no good.

"Oh they moved out, I have the place all to myself,” as you approach us your penthouse door you pat at your pockets for the key. "I Prepared the spare room for you for. When you come over, even though you always insist on taking up my whole bed...”

"Your bed is just the most comfortable bed, ever." He raises his hands in defeate. "Your bed is big enough for the both of us."

“It’s only big enough when you sleep normally which you never do. Ever,” the two of laugh as you enter your home.

When he walks through the door of your lavish capitol penthouse, he couldn’t stop himself from crying. The house didnt look the same from when he was last here. When he was last in your penthouse, it was right after his and Clemensia Dovecoats run in with Dr. Gaul. The once colourless decor of your house was now full of life, full of you.

As the tears fell down his pale check, you turned back to look at him. You were at his side in a second, "Coryo, what’s wrong?" You wipe his tears away with the cuff of your Sleeve.

"Nothing - It's nothing really, I just missed this, You." His voice just above a whisper.

“I missed you too, more than you can know.” You smush his cheeks in between your hand.

He swats your hand away, “I’m not a kid anymore, you can’t treat me like it,” a light pink flush blooms on his ears.

“Oh nonsense! I’m your best friend, and I’m older than you so I’ll always treat you like a kid!”

“You can’t treat me like a kid when I’m president,” he jokes through quiet sobs.

"I’m never going to stop, Coryo, I’m your best friend, it’s my job to annoy you," You run your fingers through his hair.

"You’re never annoying...”

As the two of you make your way into your room. It was the same as he remembered.

"It's the same," he points out.

"What is?" you question,

"The room, you didnt change it...”

"Why would I change it? I love my room, and when my parents moved away and left me the house, I figured: Why not just make the whole place my own?"

You take off your sweater and shoes before climbing into your bed. Your eyes follow Coryo as he walks around your room, making himself at home. After taking off his shoes he joins you on your bed, tackling you in a hug, knocking you over.

“Woah!”

You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, basking in his warmth. Neither of you feel the need to say anything. Sure you were curious about his time away, but you knew Coryo was tired and all you wanted was for him to be comfortable.

Oh how you’ve missed this.

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colourstreakgryffin · 11 months ago

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Big bad Overlord Husk does things to me... Can you please do something for him with a reader who combs his hair and makes sure he is presentable by doing things like adjusting his bowtie? (Romantic, please!) Thanks!

Hehe~! Oooh~! I like this idea a lot and it kinda reminds me of that Overlord Husk + Casino-Bae Angel Dust AU thingie! Why not make us the Casino Bae or I’m gonna call the ‘Casinofly’? I also need to start asking for gender, because I always default to female for most of the guys *sigh*

Overlord! Husker- Dolling Up

How did you manage to land being able to spend so much time with the Gambling Overlord? Not even you know, you’ve just become his personal little casinofly. The pretty face that gets to pamper and doll him up every single day, who may or may not be his current girlfriend

Husk enjoys the feeling of your cute little hands running over his blackish-gray feathery hair, gently combing the smooth semi-hard bristles of a brush over his head. The attention you put into grooming him

Husk knows this routine instinctively. He’ll sit down on his bed and order you to enter his room, waiting for you to brush his hair, style him up, spray him with some cologne, clean him to utter perfection so he’ll glow for his casino. You’re the only one he wants to be his pamperer

Husk can’t help but purr and purr loudly with every kiss and brush you give him. Kissing his ear tips or kissing the smoothly brushed back of his hair. He loves it and he couldn’t imagine anybody else doing this for him. He ends up walking out of the room with you on his arm whilst purring under his breath

“So… is today a Overlord meeting, hey?” You ask smoothly and elegantly in a soft-tone, lips perking out slightly with the nice black lipstick that your not-so-secret boyfriend, Husk, the gambling Overlord of the Pride Ring put on for you. A powerful, influential figure amongst this huge city so you’re pretty surprised he would spare you time and especially allow you to be his little pamperer. The lady that gets to dress him up and make him look presentable for the day

Husk nods slowly and carefully as you brush and style back his hair with a precise scoopful of gentle slick rather expensive hairgel, making sure it stays still, attractive and appealing. Making his quite tall tuft-tipped ears pop out a bit more as you clean off your fresh hair briefly with the nearby makeup wipes laid on the bed besides your makeup bag, before beginning to tie up his business meeting bowtie. It’s a different one than the usual bowtie

“Well yes, love. It’ll be for a hour or two. Now, may I ask you something?” Husk purrs out in his strong, deep and almost hypnotic voice, his hands laid in his lap as his high collared shirt snuggles his hips and his arms well, big feathery red and detailed wings drooped over on the bed comfortably

Sat down on his own grand silky bed in his mighty suite, fitting his appeal and his style very well. You’re the only one allowed into his room, just the pretty casinofly he has his eyes on

“Yes, Sir?” You ask warmly and almost delicately responding to your own boss, the Overlord that has both your soul and your heart in his grasp effortlessly, as your own gentle sparkly eyes focus on readjusting the bowtie around his neck slightly to make sure it’s neat and presentable for this important event

You want Husk to shine out the rest of his fellow Overlords, which is why you’re being precise but you’re always so precise, you always want him to look incredible

Fixing up the collar cuffs of the white dresshirt, you make sure his hands are free and smooth, the fur brushed and clean. All of his fur is brushed and clean, just as you desire. As soon as you’re done, waiting for Husk to speak once again after the few seconds of silence that radiates throughout the magnificent fancy room, the Gambling Overlord finally speaks again. His voice has that certain charm that can always put you in a trance

So effortlessly, you cannot believe just how effortless and impressive this demon is

“I wish for you to accompany me to this meeting. Do not worry about being unable to enter with me, I’ll let you in” Husk saying this so confidently and fearless, he is very certain about what he wants and he doesn’t suspect that you will not say no, but, he is surprised by the way you respond; widened glowing eyes, hands halting at putting on his suit jacket over his shoulders, your lips parting

You look so damn kissable and he can’t wait to kiss your pretty little face as soon as he can. For now, he’ll stay put and listen out for your own response as well as behave for your sake

Controlling your nerves and your beating heart. The idea of being around so many powerful sinners is intimidating and the idea of Husk wanting to bring you up to the Overlord meeting. It makes your cheeks burn up, you never thought he’d ever want to show people that he’s dating you, outside of the casino and outside of his domain. He must really like you! It almost feels unbelievable…

You quickly shake your head and begin to continue putting on his suit jacket, his three-piece suit for the business. Almost completely ready, Husk is waiting patiently and sitting silent like a curiously watching cat. As soon as your done, attaching a golden suit tassel chain

The Overlord towers over you as you step back and he smoothly picks up your hands, beginning to slide your bicep-length silky sparkly gloves. Finishing up the touches of that pretty classy yet semi-sexy ‘casino bae’-style of yours

Your eyes sparkled a bit more at Husk dressing you back, slowly and strongly turning you around. He offers his arm out and waits for your next action, sharp golden yellow eyes gleaming in your direction, almost sizing you up

He is waiting for you to accept his enticing welcoming invitation, he wants you to join him for this meeting and he’d be disappointed if you said no

Your heart dropped a bit at hearing the usual yet soothing vibration, humming through the air, of cat purring. Of Husk purring

“Shall we head out now, sweetheart?”

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gatorbites-imagines · 4 months ago

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Kinktober day 19

Donquixote Doflamingo + Dom/Sub

Readers a snow leopard mink, because ive never ever seen a fic with a mink reader in it. Reader is also 7ft5. I didn’t have too much time to write today, so I did what I could.

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Donquixote Doflamingo was not a man who gave up control, be it in business, piracy, or his private life. Or rather, he used to be. There was one person he had let himself submit too, somebody no one would ever suspect. Minks had a tendency to stay away from most of the world, so who would ever come to the conclusion that the one person Doflamingo gave himself up too was a snow leopard mink.

Doflamingo was also not the type to go down without a fight, meaning you two got all battered and bruised before everything was settled. For the most part, the situation was ever only truly settled when you got the seastone cuffs on him, if not the collar you had specially made for someone his size.

The first many times, Doflamingo had panicked when he felt his connection to his powers flicker out as his body grew heavy, weak, and sluggish. As someone who never wanted to be weak in any way, it was scary. The blonde tried his damnest to not let this fear show, but there was a tension to his usual grin and bulging forehead vein.

In the beginning it was a slow process of simply getting comfortable. You were very comfortable for the most part, not even having to undress to spend this time with him. And when he got a bit too worked up, you were always able to calm him with your paws or tail.

Doflamingo didn’t have many enemies that were mink, once again blamed on the fact that mink stayed out of most business outside their own. Which meant that when he started getting antsy and tense, feeling your fur and paws helped settle him again.

Much of the dynamic you two had built, was based on trust, which was in short supply for the both of you, making the process of building what you had even longer. It was especially hard for Doflamingo to trust you to even let you tie him up, much more to put the seastone on him. For a long time, there had to be mechanisms built into the cuffs or collar so that he could pull it off himself.

It took even longer for it to become more, to become hotter and carnal. You two still did it when there wasn’t that heavy dynamic about it, even if it regularly resulted in you two just as bloody and bruised up.

Doflamingo would regularly walk out of your normal get togethers covered in claw marks and bites, his bruises so much clearer than yours, which laid under your fur. He had complained about it multiple times, that Doflamingo couldn’t leave hickeys on you, hed even gone as far as you suck one onto your paw pads, just to return the favour in some way.

But slowly, over time, something fragile but true was built between you. it even reached a point where Doflamingo would contact you when he needed “your assistance”. You had almost felt your heart flutter when Doflamingo even started coming to you, curling his big height down against your side or by your feet, his hands searching out your tail to pet at it for comfort.

Yeah, there were times he needed you to forcefully take control, but there were also those rarer times where the mighty Doflamingo just needed to be held, to be someone not so powerful and important. This was when Doflamingo brought in different toys or items, like a blindfold and earmuffs, even different mittens and leg clamps to leave him completely at your mercy.

He had looked so meek and downright shy the first time he brought out the bit. It looked like the kinda thing you put in a horse’s mouth, even with a lead attached, along with everything else. It had been such a sign of the trust you had been trying to build, that your tail flicked quickly from side to side as your fur puffed up.

It gave you a sense of carnal power, to be able to slowly walk around the room carrying the lead, Doflamingo crawling after you completely blind, deaf, and mute. The bit did nothing to contain his moans and groans, or to stop all the drool and spit dripping from his mouth as he licked at the material, searching for something more.

He was almost sweet as Doflamingo curled up on his giant bed, resting his head on your furry stomach as you ran your paw through his hair. It was endearing in a way, to see how he rubbed his head up and down, trying to smoosh or maybe suffocate himself against you. It left you with a feeling that if he happened to be a mink, he must have been purring.

His drooling was a little out of hand, as it always left your fur soaked, but what could you expect from a man who stuck his tongue out as much as Doflamingo did. It was a no brainer that Doflamingo liked to use his mouth, it was a need that ran deep, he just needed something in his mouth to focus on.

Having paws and fur always made it a little awkward to give him your fingers, even if Doflamingo licked and sucked at them with a happy muffled moan. Having him kiss and pamper your paw pads was a bit easier, since there was actual skin he could lick at and attach himself too, but even they grew raw at times from his insistent need.

You never thought hed actually go along with licking your boots when you ordered him too the first time. Your paw pads were simply suckled raw and aching, as hed been on them for the past hour or two. Some deal must have driven him up into a corner which was why he needed to be taken somewhere else.

Afterwards Doflamingo would deny liking it, gaining faint whisps of red in his cheeks if you as much as mentioned it, but your boots still became a more regular part of your time together. Most of the time what you did together wasn’t even anything too lewd, it was more just leaning into the dynamic you both needed. You needing to feel in control and to care for somebody, and Doflamingo needing to give away responsibility for a while.

Neither of you spoke much about it outside of the bedroom, or wherever you two found yourself this time. You were both your own people with your own business and duties, too busy to let the dynamic play a role in the daily like. Even if Doflamingos zebra print pants were replaced with snow leopard spots, and even if you started keeping a couple of pink feathers in your pocket.

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remuslupinslittleslut · 1 year ago

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poly!marauders getting mad at reader for not letting them study for an upcoming test, and she’s needy and whiny but when they go and help her she’s trying to get herself off so they punish her but after they punish her, they finally give her what she wants

OH this was so much fun!!!

You knew the rules. Not to touch yourself and not to disturb your daddies while they were busy studying. Sometimes, it was just so hard to follow these rules. Laying splayed out on James’ bed, watching your three boyfriends sitting on the floor, studying. There was a big test coming up, but you already knew you’d ace it – you were awesome at potions and rarely had to study for the tests. Your boys, however, usually had to study a lot – even Remus had a hard time preparing for these tests.

“Daddy,” you whined, not being able to hold it any more, “I need love and attention.” You allowed your head to fall off the side of the bed, making up-side-down eye contact with James, your safest bet, as he usually caved first. “And I need it now.”

Unfortunately, even James was stressing over the test and allowed Remus to chastise you.

“Darling, don’t disturb your daddies,” he said, not even looking up from his book, “we only let you stay here if you promised to behave, don’t make me kick you out.”

Huffing, you closed the curtains around the fourposter, turning your back to them, even though they couldn’t possibly see that.

It was so unfair, they could come to you for sex pretty much whenever they wanted – and there were four of them to satiate. But when you needed to relieve some tension it was suddenly a crime to be horny. You knew how upset they would be if you touched yourself, but you really needed it. To your credit, you held out for all of twenty minutes before you caved, dipping a hand into your panties, pushing a finger in between your wettened folds.

Unbeknownst to you, your daddies did want to help you out, and they had secretly agreed to only make you wait for a little while longer. It was truly unfortunate, as the curtains were pushed open, revealing you toying with your own clit.

“Hah! Knew she couldn’t wait for that long,” Sirius mocked.

Ignoring him, Remus sat down on the side of the bed (also ignoring James’ sniggering that you had chosen his bed to get off in), rubbing your calf comfortably. “Now, now, little one,” do you remember the rules you promised to obey?”

“Yes daddy, I remember them,” you said, confidently, happy that he didn’t seem too angry at you.

“Awe, what a good girl, can you tell them to me?”

Nodding, you happily listed them: “don’t disturb daddies, don’t leave the room, don’t touch myself.”

At your words, Remus’ demeanor changed in an instant, hand slapping your naked thigh. “And what did you do? Huh? What did the little slut do?”

“I’m so sorry daddy, but you said not to interrupt and it was an emergency,” you cry out, shame coloring your cheeks red.

“An emergency?” One of his eyebrows shot up, questioningly.

“Yes, daddy, it really hurted I only had to relieve some tension, it was really uncomfy.”

“What punishment should she get today?” Remus asked, turning his body away from you and facing your other daddies.

You laid perfectly still, waiting with anticipation as they discussed your following punishment in hushed voices. Normally, you’d get punishments you actually really enjoyed, like being spanked, overstimulated or wearing your collar, making you extra bratty sometimes, so you could enjoy some of that kinky stuff. Therefore, you were very excited as they turned back to face you, having decided on a punishment for you.

“Hands up and legs spread apart, love,” said James, before being handed handcuffs from Sirius, who had gone to get the big box of fun.

You obliged, letting James tie your hands up against the headboard, as Sirius tied your legs to either side of the lower end of the bed. Before deeming themselves done, they both tugged lightly at the cuffs, making sure they wouldn’t hurt you.

“Now, little one, you’ve been very bad. First, you tried to interrupt daddies studying, and when that didn’t work you touched yourself,” Remus said, towering before you. “You need to be punished for this, you do understand that, right?”

You nodded, not wanting to break any more rules by speaking out of turn.

“You’re going to stay here, and we’ll put a blindfold on you. Then, we’re going to go down for dinner, and when we get back we’ll each take turns using you, and you may not come during this time.”

The air left your body, disappointment filling you all the way up. Remus made Sirius put the blindfold on you, kissing your head softly before you heard them all leave the dorm, closing the door and leaving you behind.

They usually didn’t take that much time eating dinner, but this day it felt as though they ate every bite in slow motion, chewing all their bites one hundred times and making small talk with everyone in the great hall. You despised them in that moment, hating this new type of mean punishment. It felt as though hours had gone by when the door to their dorm was finally opened. With your senses finely tuned for their return, you made out three sets of footsteps entering the room.

“Have you learned your lesson, little one?” Remus asked you, hand coming down to squeeze your tit.

Not sure if you were allowed to speak, you nodded your head, vigorously. This earned you a slap to the tit.

“Use your words, little slut,” Remus said.

Feeling anger rise back up inside you, you quickly had to swallow it down, not wanting to get into more trouble.

“Yes daddy, I learned my lesson, I will not play with myself without permission again,” you said, obediently.

In return, you received only a hum. They made you wait, laying there, legs spread and arms tied up, all for their pleasure, for a few minutes more, just appreciating your delicious body.

Then, someone joined you on the bed, and by the heat of their body, you figured it was James.

“Hi little baby,” he cooed, kissing your nose and patting your cheek.

“Hi daddy,” you breathed, happy to be touched.

His hand reached down between your legs, spreading the wetness around your pussy, making sure you were ready for the penetration that was undoubtedly about to come. Indeed, a few seconds later, his girthy cock pressed into your little pussy, your walls squeezing tightly around him. He stayed still inside you for a few moments, adjusting to the feeling of your warm cunt hugging his cock. You let out a hiss as his hips started moving, thrusting into you slowly, sensually.

You wished so badly that your arms could wrap around him, holding him close, tugging at the ends of his hair, making him moan into the crook of your neck. The perceived loss made you want to cry, you knew how soft his back was, how lovely it was to run your hands up and down it as his cock continuously pushed against your g-spot. Unable to hold it, you cried out, tears starting to form in your eyes as your body shook through your orgasm.

Thinking the punishment was over, you relaxed your body, letting James chase his own orgasm. They had, however, decided to be extra cruel on this day and so – knowing how much you loved the feeling of them coming inside you, pumping you full of their cum – James pulled out in the last second, cock covering only the outer parts of your glistening pussy in cum.

By now, the tears had saturated the blindfold and started to run down your cheeks, hitting the hair around your face. This didn’t stop them however, as you soon felt Remus join you and James on the bed, lightly pushing James away from you, and taking his place.

“Oh no, our little crybaby can’t even handle some cock, what a shame…” he said, placing his arms on either side of your head, pushing his body up and hovering right above you. “I was going to fuck you, but since you can’t handle it, I’ll just do this instead.” He thrust his hips, cock swiping along your pussy, lubed up from your juices mixed with James’ seed.

Even this was torture for you, it felt amazing to have the head of Remus’ cock push against your clit with every stroke, but you missed the feeling of him inside you. With an arched back and tears streaming down your face, you bucked your hips up to try and make him slide in. This made Remus laugh at you, mockingly and pinch your thigh. “You’re such a little baby,” he mocked, “just a little cockwhore.”

It was like he got off on your tears, hips snapping against yours faster, bringing himself closer to his orgasm. “You love this, don’t you, little crybaby, love taking cock, don’t even care where it goes, as long as you get it, so good f’me, little whore.” You knew he got off on degrading you, knew he loved tearing you down before building you up, but it was hard to remember as he kept throwing insults at you. You almost reached your breaking point as he grabbed a hold of your chin, holding your mouth open and spitting in it. It felt so degrading, but also so hot, you felt overwhelmed as the tip of his cock against your sensitive nub sent you over the edge, both of you coming at the same time, his cum blended with James’ as it ran down your cunt, pooling beneath your bum. Patting your cheek, Remus leant down, kissing your forehead. “Good girl.”

Your body was spent, legs aching, face irritated from the tears, pussy oversensitive from all the fucking. But you knew you had one more daddy to please. Feeling yourself enter another headspace, you braced yourself for Sirius to use you, as the two others had before. “Hi little baby,” he said, softly, wiping the tears from your cheek. “Are you sensitive here?” He pinched your clit, eliciting a very loud noise from the back of your throat. “Hmm, better use this little hole then,” he said, thumb pushing past your lips.

Climbing over your body, he placed his knees on either side of you, fore and middle fingers pushing into your mouth, pressing against the back of your throat, making you drool all over your chin and throat. “Yeah, that’s a good little slut,” he said, as his fingers left your mouth, cock pushing into it instead.

You lost all perception of reality as your head went deep into subspace, mouth falling open, all for your daddies’ pleasure. You trusted them completely, and knew they’d take care of you, so you allowed yourself to let go, filling your head with only daddy Sirius, and, most importantly, his cock, sliding in and out of your open mouth. You had no idea how much time passed until he pulled out, jerked himself a few times, and then spilled over your face, fingers coming down to spread the mess around.

Somewhere in the background, you heard a camera snap, but you couldn’t be sure, as you had lost all touch of reality. You didn’t even notice your hands and legs being untied, didn’t feel the soft, warm hands rubbing the points that had been tied. When the blindfold was pulled off, you weren’t at all prepared for the ache in your eyes as light hit.

“Hi baby,” James said, kissing you all over your face, brushing the teary hair away.

“Sit up love,” said Sirius before pulling one of Remus’ shirts over your head, helping you put your arms through the holes. He then scooted himself behind you, letting your back fall against his chest. James still caressing your face, kissing you and whispering sweet words.

“Here you go, love, open up,” Remus said, pushing a straw into your mouth, helping you drink water. When you had swallowed the water, he lifted a fork up to your face. They had brought you dinner.

Once he had made you eat a few bites, he put the plate away for a little bit, taking your hands in his and rubbing them softly. “Are you with us, darling?”

You giggled, “Yes daddy, I’m right here.” Still lost in subspace, you didn’t understand the silly question.

“That you are, love, my bad,” he said, kissing your hands. “I love you so much, little one, you did so well for us.”

“You really did,” Sirius agreed from behind you, “such a good girl.”

“Thank you daddy,” you said, feeling yourself become shy at their kind words.

“Let’s get some rest,” James said, moving you from Sirius’ lap and pulling you into his body. Your hands instinctively went around his neck, fingers burying themselves in soft locks of messy hair.

“Love you daddies,” you said, contently, before you fell asleep in the arms of your lovers.

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Dr. Stevens and His Sugar Baby

Warnings: SMUT, Sugar Daddy Erik, Daddy Dom Erik.

Part 7.2

Erik’s Apple Watch vibrated against his wrist. He squinted his eyes, locs shielding his vision. Clearing his scratchy throat, Erik turned over onto his back, bringing his wrist up to end the alarm. His arm flopped down next to him and he swayed his head to see better. His eyes focused on the ceiling, and then he turned his gaze towards Sienna’s sleeping body.

She was snoring into the pillow. They were both still naked. They had a wild night. The smell of her pussy on his top lip and the wet sheets reminded him. He used all of her holes. They fucked from the bed to the floor. Erik sat up and pulled the sheets back, sitting on the edge of the bed, stretching his arms above his head.

He had a cycling class to attend and he really didn’t want to miss it. He needed a good workout at the gym with no days off. A soft hand smoothed up his spine and Erik turned to grab it, leaning in to kiss the top of her hand. He trailed his kisses up her arm until his lips were on hers. Erik climbed over top of her and they french kissed.

“Goodmorning,” Erik whispered against her soft lips.

“Morning,” She replied sleepily.

“Did I wake you? I’m sorry…”

Erik kissed her nose.

“It’s okay. I need to take a shower…I want to do a bit of shopping before the trip. I feel like my wardrobe is a little scarce…”

“How much do you want?” Erik arched a brow at her and smirked.

Sienna tucked her chin and looked away. Erik gently gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him.

“Don’t be shy…tell daddy how much you want…”

He pecked her lips while staring her in the eyes. When he pulled away, Sienna made a motion with her hands, her pointer and thumb forming a half circle, demonstrating to him that she wanted a wad of cash.

Erik gave her a once-over before scooting out of bed. He walked over to his cargo pants, pulled out his wallet, and retrieved a folded stack wrapped in a diamond tennis bracelet. Sienna sat up on her knees, the sheet shielding her beautiful body pooling around her waist. She covered her mouth with her hands and looked at Erik with wide, bewildered eyes. He smiled at her reaction before walking over to her to give her the money.

“It’s about…five thousand in that stack. I already came prepared, baby girl…”

He helped her put the tennis bracelet on and then Sienna spread the money out on the bed. She looked up at Erik with a big grin on his face.

“Thank you, daddy.”

“Anything for you, Princess. I’m gonna get a workout in. I was thinking maybe I could be the chauffeur tonight. You ladies don’t need to drive or spend money on a Lyft. I’ll take care of that.”

Erik kissed Sienna on the lips before gathering his clothes to put on. She watched him get dressed with lustful eyes. Erik knew that look. She wanted him to get in that pussy before he left.

“Patience, pretty girl. Daddy has a class at the gym today. I’ll give you all this dick later, okay?”

Sienna twirled her erect nipples while keeping her thighs spread wide for him to see her pussy. Erik could only shake his head and lick his lips. She was so tempting.

“You’re something else, lil’ mama. Make sure you pack for the trip, okay? I love you.”

Sienna pouted her lip.

“I love you too.”

“Come walk me out…”

Sienna climbed out of bed, following Erik out towards the living room.

“Make sure you text me the location so I can secure a section…”

Erik opened the door and Sienna stood away so she wouldn’t be exposed. Erik grabbed her chin and stuck his tongue in her mouth while his hand popped the under cuff of her booty. Sienna shut the door and Erik headed out to get his things from his place and freshen up.

He arrived at the gym an hour later, dressed in workout gear with his locs pulled back into a low ponytail. A line formed outside of his cycling class and he greeted everyone before opening the door to let them in. Each person that walked past would give him a high five. It was a class of about twenty people. Erik let everyone get settled while he put on some music.

“Y’all ready?!”

A collective ‘yeah!’ Filled the room. He scanned the room, taking in the eager faces—some new. Gripping the handles tight, feet planted on the pedals, Erik started his workout playlist. Three 6 Mafia- Who Run It started playing. Erik warmed everybody up, but his warm ups felt like the actual workout. Sweat poured from his body, drenching his once clean athletic top. This was the ladies favorite part of the class. Watching Erik sweat so they could see his muscles peek through his shirt.

“Focus on that motion, Pam! Not on me!”

Everyone laughed.

“You’re a distraction, Erik! Stop coming to class looking so damn fine!”

“I heard that!”

“She ain’t lying!”

Erik could only laugh. It was cool down time so he allowed everyone to take a water break before they got into the killer moves.

“I see a lot of improvement in stamina. I know this shit ain’t easy, but I’m happy nobody’s giving up on me. Trust me, it’ll pay off in the end. Let’s go! Thee! Two! One!”

He walked throughout, clapping his hands, jumping up and down, encouraging his students.

“BE HUMBLE! BITCH SIT DOWN!”

He had all the energy in the world. You would think after all the sex he had last night he wouldn’t be able to keep up. The heat turned up and the sweat flowed. During the cooldown period, Erik had his class doing stretches. They finished up and Erik made sure to wipe everything down. Grabbing his things, he left the class to hit the weights for a half hour. As he made his way there, Erik spotted Selena leaving the aquatic center with a young girl. They were both covered up with long t-shirts, her hair wet and slicked back. They were talking closely, neither of them noticing Erik. Erik used the collar of his shirt to wipe dripping sweat from his nose. He hesitated, but ultimately decided to speak to her.

“Selena.”

She looked up at him and for a split second, he could sense that she didn’t want to speak to him. She covered it up with a fake smile and a small wave. Her friend, a tall, brown skin girl with hazel eyes, a slim-thick frame, and blonde locs watched the interaction with curious eyes.

“Hey, Dr. Stevens. How are you?”

“I’m doing well. You?”

“I’m good.”

There was an awkward pause.

“Have you spoken to Sienna?” Erik asked.

“Yeah. She invited me out tonight. Me and my friend here plan to tag along. Should be fun. We need to let loose after all that stress, you know?”

“I agree,” Erik nodded his head, “Well, I plan on being the designated driver. Gotta make sure you ladies get there safely…”

“…actually, me and my friend are gonna meet them there. Figured it made more sense.”

“Yeah, I don’t see why not…”

Erik looked from Selena, to her friend before backing away.

“Well, It was good seeing you—”

“Wait.”

Erik paused, looked down at Selena. She approached him like she had something important to tell him.

“…I thought you might want to know, Lori found out about Sienna and you. Apparently…a friend of yours named DeMarcus told her…I thought you might want to know.”

Erik closed his eyes and placed his hands on his hips.

“How did you find out? Did you go to clinicals?” Erik asked.

“I had to stop by this morning to get Lori to sign a few of my attendance papers. She told me about it…she’s not happy…”

Erik shook his head. His chest grew tight with anxiousness. He needed to tell Sienna. Erik should have never said a damn word to DeMarcus.

“Thanks for letting me know…”

“No problem.”

Selena walked away to join her friend and they headed towards the women’s locker room. Erik took a moment to calm himself down before heading towards the weights.

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Sienna practically barged into her apartment with her hands full of shopping bags. She’d been out all day getting pampered and spending the money Erik gifted her. Sienna had a braid appointment that went for five hours and it would have been longer if it weren’t two people doing her hair at once. Luckily, she’d gotten her mani and pedi done days prior. Lash refill and brow wax had been taken care of as well. Not a hair in sight on her body except for the hair growing out of her head.

Sienna went to work packing her suitcase. Checking the time, it was almost 8 pm and she hadn’t showered or eaten anything. She stuffed whatever else she wanted to bring but didn’t need inside of her large suitcase and zipped it up before slumping over on the carpet. She was exhausted and a yawn escaped her mouth. She didn’t have time for a nap either. Sienna picked herself up from the floor and decided to figure out what she was going to wear so she wouldn’t have to worry about it later.

She wanted to wear something that would draw attention. Maybe something bright. She found just what she was looking for. A neon pink mini dress with a deep plunge. She decided on a pair of all silver, pleasure heels with glitter. Sitting it aside, Sienna made her way into the bathroom to freshen up. Meanwhile, Erik walked in with some takeout food. He’s dressed in a two-piece matching short set, various chains around his neck, finger rings, and a diamond Patek. He had a fresh retwist and his hairline shaped up along with his facial hair.

Erik sat the food down on the kitchen counter and with a bouquet of lilies in his hand, he went in search of Sienna. She was finishing up in the shower when he’d approached the bathroom door. Erik crept over towards her, pulled the curtain back, and whacked her on the ass. Sienna squeaked, turning to face Erik. He laughed as she flung water at him.

“You fucking scared me, Erik!”

He waved the bouquet in her face and Sienna instantly melted.

“Aww, baby,” she pouted her lip, “thank you! You know these are my favorite!”

“You’re welcome, baby. Hurry up, I wanna rub you down.” Erik said with a smile.

Sienna’s eyes swept over him. Erik took a step back so she could see him fully. Sienna nibbled on her bottom lip while eye-fucking him from head to toe. She loved his hair, she loved the jewelry and the outfit. He looked so handsome. Always so well put together. She could melt.

“Damn, zaddy!”

Erik laughed, “Zaddy?”

“Yeah, ZADDY.”

“You something else.”

“Mhm, you’re something else walking in here looking like that. You must want your dick sucked…”

Erik cocked his head to the side and elevated his brows. Sienna turned and arched her wet body, bouncing her soaking wet cheeks. He could see that pussy from the back. Erik tapped her on the ass, tempted to bend her over.

“Hurry up,” Erik commanded, exiting the bathroom.

He sat the lillies down on her dresser and grabbed her favorite moisturizer and body oil. The water turned off and shortly after, Sienna walked out without a towel. Erik sat down on the bed and Sienna stood between his legs. He started off with her EOS body lotion, massaging it into every crevice. As he did this, he admired Sienna with an unblinking stare.

“Your hair is so pretty, I love that style on you.”

He was referring to her Fulani bohemian braids.

“Thank you. I’ve never had them. Wanted to try something new.”

“Let me see your nails…”

She held her hands out, Erik taking them into his grasp. She had her nails styled in french with a pearlescent chrome finish. Erik leaned in and kissed her fingers. Sienna giggled when he added a little tongue.

“Stoppppp, you’re making me wet…” Sienna whined.

Erik looked up at her.

“And you’re making me hard…so now we’re even,” Erik popped her on the booty, “Turn.”

Sienna kissed her teeth and folded her arms defiantly. Erik simply chuckled at her, his large hands smoothing down her back. He knew he had to tell her so he gathered the courage and parted his lips to speak.

“…Baby girl, I ran into Selena at the gym today.”

Sienna’s body stiffened. Erik ran his hands over her tension areas, head tilted so he could see her face from his position.

“What did she say?” Sienna asked.

“Promise me you’ll stay calm.”

Sienna abruptly turned to face Erik. When she stared down at him, he had this sorry look on his face. Her stomach became knots.

“What happened?”

Erik exhaled, “So, remember that friend I told you about last night? DeMarcus?”

“…yes…”

“Apparently, He talked to Lori about us—”

“Oh my god…”

Sienna backed away. She looked at Erik with a mixture of fear and rage. Erik stood up, making his way over to her. He caressed her arms and tried to catch her eye but she refused to look at him.

“I told DeMarcus about us, but I didn’t think he would run his mouth to Lori of all people. He hardly even knows her. It’s so weird—”

“But I don’t know DeMarcus. So, therefore I don’t trust him. What did you tell him about us?!”

Erik blinked away from Sienna guiltily. He shrugged, raking his brain to recall what he’d shared.

“I—I told him that you were my woman. I told him that you’re a nursing student. He pretty much gathered that you’re my sugar baby—”

“So, everything then?” Sienna let out a bitter laugh, “What the fuck, Erik?! What happened to being careful? Lori could go back and tell my teachers and I could be out of a degree! I worked damn hard for this!”

Sienna pulled away from Erik. He was left standing there with a baffled look.

“Baby, I’ll make it right,” Erik followed her over to her dresser where she continued to apply oil to her skin. That beautiful mocha skin glistened, “I’ll talk to DeMarcus, find out what was said. I’ll even talk to Lori and say that it’s all a fucking lie. Baby, I swear, I’ll fix it.”

Sienna remained silent. Erik leaned in over her shoulder and peppered kisses along her cheek and neck.

“Stop, Erik. I’m pissed with you. That’s why you got me flowers, huh?”

“Baby, please don’t be mad at me. I know it’s my fault. I fucked up. I feel like complete shit right now. I don’t want to mess up your career in any way. I’ll do whatever I need to, just please forgive me.”

Erik pressed his forehead against her shoulder and circled his arms around her waist snugly so she wouldn’t walk away. Sienna scowled at him through the mirror. So many scenarios ran through her mind. An inevitable email from the nursing program. Her program advisor pulling her into the office to ‘talk’. She knew the risks of getting involved with Erik.

If anything, maybe she wasn’t being too careful herself. Sneaking off to his office during breaks to get throat fucked and pussy fucked. Subtle glances his way whenever she is around him. How she’d eagerly volunteered to do all of his cases. But why would Erik purposefully sabotage what they had going on? None of it made sense.

“Sienna? Princess?”

Sienna rolled her eyes, “Yes?”

“I’m so sorry…”

“I know,” Sienna exhaled, “But this can get ugly for me…”

“I’m glad Selena told me. Otherwise we wouldn’t know, right?” Erik said.

“I know, I know…it’s just…I don’t want things to get screwed up. I worked so hard—”

“It won’t get screwed up. I’ll do whatever I need to do to make it right, mamas. I promise. I don’t like it when you’re upset with me…what I gotta do right now to make it better?”

Sienna tried to fight the urge to smile despite her irritation. He was so attentive.

“You do so much for me, Erik. It’s okay…”

Sienna rubbed along Erik’s arms. He pressed his lips against her temple and rocked her back and forth.

“Still pissed with me?”

“A little…”

Erik poked his lip out and formed a crease in his brows, giving Sienna puppy dog eyes. How could a grown ass man be so adorable?!!!

“Aight, daddy, I gotta get dressed! It’s getting late.”

“You’re so addictive,” Erik kissed her shoulder, “And you smell so good,” He turned her and kissed her lips, “And you taste so good,” he attacked her jaw with his teeth, causing her to moan, “And you feel sooo good…”

“Erik,” Sienna stared into his eyes.

“That pussy still nice and wet?” Erik whispered into her ear, his hands rubbing seductive circles into the flesh of her hips.

“Mhm…”

Erik situated his face against her cheek.

“I know I’ve said it a million times, but baby…I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Sienna beamed. Her blush was magnificent.

“I know we gotta keep it a secret until you walk across that stage, but I can’t wait to show you off to the world. You deserve to be flaunted, not hidden, baby.”

His lips crashed into hers. Heads swaying left and right, soft lips moving in conjunction, whimpers and moans. Erik picked Sienna up and sat her down on the dresser. He got down on his knees, pried her thighs open, and put his face in her pussy. Sienna placed a hand on the back of his head and watched him eat her pussy. He kept his eyes on her, watching the way her face contorted with pleasure. If he could bottle her scent and taste and carry it with him, he would.

“Keep still, baby, I’m tryna eat it up.”

“Mm, eat it up then, daddy,” Sienna said with a seductive tone.

Erik flicked his tongue with the power of his jaws, making her fat clit swell. Sienna started driving her pussy into his mouth, talking shit to him.

“Yes, suck that pussy, lick it up, don’t stop, put your whole face in it, daddy, make me cum!”

Sienna’s oily cheeks almost slipped from her dresser. Erik’s arms wrapped around her thighs to prevent her from falling and it caused her hips to thrust forward.

“Look at this pretty puss…”

Sienna’s eyes fell between her legs. She used her free hand to spread her outer lips so Erik could have better access. He went in for more, sucking, licking, and kissing all over her. Sienna’s eyes crossed and almost rolled to the back of her head like the exorcist. The hand on the back of his head tightened, her nails almost digging into his scalp.

“Oooo, ohhhh, yessss, I’m gonna cum in your mouth—”

With a sharp inhale, Sienna went immobile, thighs quaking, toes curling, and pussy leaking creamy cum into his gluttonous mouth. Her chest grew tight from holding her breath with her release. She finally came down from her high, sharing a knowing look with Erik before giggling. He gave her clit one final kiss before standing. He helped Sienna down from the dresser and her knees almost buckled.

“You’re gonna make me late!” Sienna shouted.

“I’m not apologizing for that. It’s your fault. I got you some good. Make sure you eat something before we head out.”

“Oooh! Can you bring it to me? Pleassseeeeeeee.”

Erik left the room to retrieve her takeout. It was shrimp tacos. He sat the food down on Sienna’s vanity. Sienna started getting dressed, unable to ignore the hefty tent in Erik’s shorts. He needed to be taken care of. Dress on, Sienna sat down and Erik crouched down to help put her heels on. After strapping the last one on, she started working on her makeup. About thirty minutes later, Erik heard a knock at her door.

“No, you finish up, I’ll get it.”

Erik walked out, making sure his face was situated after eating pussy. He opened the door and came face to face with a tall, shapely young woman with hickory skin and an Afro. She wore a skin tight, ombré mini dress colored green and blue, with lace-up, black stilettos. Her pecan-colored eyes widened, expecting Sienna to open the door and not this hunk of a man.

“Oh? Hello,” She peered into the apartment, “I’m here for Sienna?”

“Yes, you came to the right place, “Erik stepped aside, motioning for her to enter, “Come in, she’s doing her makeup.”

“M’kay,” She walked in, giving Erik a quick sweep with her eyes, “I’m Denver, nice to meet you.”

“Hi, Denver, I’m Erik.”

Denver shook Erik’s hand. She tore her eyes away from him, proceeding to walk further into the apartment.

“You can go back, she’s decent.”

Denver made her way down the hall and out of sight. A knock came to the door again and Erik jogged over to open it. This time, there was a woman standing at about 5’5, caramel-complexion, long, sleek, auburn hair, small at the top and heavy at the bottom. She had on a lace, black bodysuit that accentuated her bountiful curves. The natural thickness of her lips made her features stand out more. She blinked her hazel eyes at him and then she smiled, showing a mouth full of braces.

“Hi! I’m Sadie.”

“Erik, nice to meet you.”

“I figured that’s who you were, mhm,” Sadie walked in with a switch of her hips she couldn’t control if she wanted to, “Sienna told me a little something about you, Sir.”

She must be the friend Sienna went to dinner with last night.

“Oh, yeah?” Erik replied with a smirk.

“You’re a doctor, right? Got any doctor friends?”

Erik laughs, “I do.”

“Then put me on!”

Sadie sat her bag down on Sienna’s coffee table and opened it to retrieve a blunt and a lighter.

“I didn’t offer anything to drink to Denver. Would you like something?” Erik inquired.

Sadie took a drag of her blunt, the room suddenly reeking of sativa.

“No, I’m okay. Thanks Erik. I’m gonna head back to see what she’s up to. Is it only Denver that showed up?”

“Yeah. Selena is supposed to meet you guys there. I’m gonna be your chauffeur for the evening.”

“Selena? She’s coming?”

An annoyed look crossed her features.

“You don’t like Selena?” Erik questioned.

“No. She’s so fake. I can’t stand her.”

“Oh…”

That stroked Erik’s curiosity.

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“HEY BITCHES!”

Sadie walked into Sienna’s room. Denver was standing in front of Sienna’s mirror fixing her hair and Sienna had just finished spritzing perfume on her pulse points.

“Hey Sadie!” Denver waved with a big grin.

“Hey boo.” Sienna replied.

“Girl…” Sadie took a seat on Sienna’s bed with her blunt between her fingers, “Your man is FIONE.”

“Ditto,” Denver looked back at Sadie over her shoulder, “When were you gonna tell me that you got a man?!”

“I planned to tell y’all. All of y’all. I just…it wasn’t a serious relationship at first. He was my sugar daddy before my boyfriend.”

“So, you really manifested it?! Congrats, sis!” Denver cheered.

“You are so loud. He’s probably out there laughing,” Sadie said with a shake of her head before smoking her blunt.

“How old is he?” Denver whispered.

“Forty-five—What?”

Sienna giggled at Denver’s expression.

“Bitch…that’s an old man!” Denver whispered harshly.

“He’s not old! Stop it!” Sadie hissed, coming to Sienna’s defense.

“I mean—he’s not but like…can he keep up?”

Sienna couldn’t contain her laughter.

“Denver, Denver, Denver,” Sienna giggled, “Girlllllll.”

If only she knew.

“I don’t think age has anything to do with how good or bad a lover is in bed. I think it’s entirely the guy and how sexually open and willing he is as a person.” Sadie said.

“Okay. I see your point. Most older men are more mature, not interested in playing games and usually looking for a serious relationship. They are also more experienced in life and are a wealth of knowledge.” Denver replied.

“He’s so secure. I feel settled in myself around him, you know? This peace and ease makes the relationship so special, especially sexually. I’m not worried that he’s marking me down or analyzing my flaws because I’m damn sure he’s so in awe of every single inch of me…”

Sienna couldn’t help but to smile. She was so happy and so fortunate to have a man like Erik in her life.

“Preach, sis!” Denver shouted.

“I’m so happy for you, bitch.” Sadie said, “But let’s change topics, Selena is coming through tonight?”

Sienna gave Sadie a look. She knew where this was going. Sadie couldn’t stand Selena. Denver knew of Selena but she’d never hung out with her. One look at Sadie, Denver was convinced that Selena was an op.

“Is she messy?” Denver questioned.

“Messy boots!” Sadie replied.

“Listen, please y’all. No drama tonight. I just want to drink, throw this ass, and have fun.” Sienna announced.

“We gotchu, sis. For you, I promise I’ll behave. I got a question though,” Sadie put up a single finger with an acrylic duck nail painted red, “Uhm…is your whoopty woo coming out with us tonight? He can be our bodyguard.”

“I don’t think Erik wants to come,” Sienna replied with a smirk.

“You never know. He was sweet to get us a section. I think we should include him in the festivities.” Denver said.

Sienna twisted her glossy lips in thought. She didn’t have a problem with Erik tagging along. Why not? Denver and Sadie took a Lyft to get to her place. Just then, Erik walked in, Denver and Sadie sharing a look. He grabbed Sienna’s suitcase so that he could load it in the car. Sienna watched him exit the room. It was now or never.

“Daddy?”

Sadie’s eyes lit up and Denver gawked at Sienna.

Erik returned to the bedroom.

“Yes, princess?”

Denver fanned herself.

“Would you like to join us tonight?” Sienna asked, batting her doe eyes at him.

Erik glanced at all three of them. His eyes landed on Sienna’s face and then the corner of his mouth ticked up into a dimpled smile.

“Sure. I’m down. I’m just gonna put your stuff in the trunk. Take your time, okay?”

“Okay.” Sienna responded with a smile.

Erik exits the room. Sadie and Denver both look over at Sienna with big smiles.

“Girl, you secured a REAL MAN!” Denver spoke excitedly.

After grabbing what they needed, Denver, Sadie, and Sienna left the apartment. Outside, Sienna spotted Erik sitting in the driver’s seat of a gray Mercedes G Wagon convertible. He hopped out and opened the door for Sienna, then opened the door for Denver and Sadie. It had that new car smell with warm leather seats. Erik had Ray-Ban aviator shades on with one hand on the steering wheel.

“Y’all straight?”

“Yep,” Sienna replied.

“We’re good,” Sadie said.

Erik allowed Sienna to take his phone so she could play whatever she wanted since the Bluetooth was connected. Sienna skimmed through until she found a Megan Thee Stallion and GloRilla song.

He in love wit’ Glo, never got the cookie but got my name tatted

Erik drove off, the wind causing his locs to blow into his face. Sadie and Denver bounced in their seats, rapping along to the song. Sienna circled her hips, arms up, braids swaying along her back.

He Don’t wanna be saved don’t save him. That is not my nigga don’t claim him

Sienna took her phone out and started profiling, Sadie and Denver getting into the frame, sticking their tongues out. Erik from time to time would look over at Sienna, chuckling at her. Sienna noticed him staring at her and she blew him a kiss.

They made it to a red light and Sienna stood up in her seat, arching her back so she could twerk. Erik looked up at her with a smile, taking this moment to rub along her legs. He reached up to give her ass two quick slaps before the light changed. Denver and Sadie hyped her up, ready to get out of their seats to do the same.

Sienna sat back in her seat, giggling. Erik placed his hand on her thigh, giving it a firm squeeze. The sensation shot straight to her pussy.

“Aight, buckle up, baby. You too ladies…”

“Safety first,” Denver said.

They fastened their seat belts and Sienna couldn’t keep her hands to herself. She ran her fingers through Erik’s locs, smoothed her hand down his chest, cupped his erection through his jeans.

“Princess,” Erik called out with a stern voice, “Behave.”

Sadie and Denver giggled.

Sienna pouted her lip. She leaned in so that she could talk closely to Erik.

“I didn’t take care of you earlier after you took care of me.” She whispered.

“Whatchu hinting at?” Erik cut his eyes at her with a brow ticked up.

She replied with a naughty bite of her lip.

“In front of your friends though? Lil’ mama…we both know you wouldn’t do it.”

Sienna’s face flushed and she gave Erik a defiant look.

“You’ll have all this dick when we get back to the spot later, okay?”

Sienna pursed her lips, “Easy for you to say. After the way you ate my pussy earlier, how do you expect me to behave?”

“Oooo,” Sadie said.

“You’ll behave. Because you know what happens when you don’t.”

Sienna pressed her lips together and remained silent. Denver and Sadie share a look.

They finally made it to Temple NightClub. They were stuck behind a line of cars for a while before they could make it into the parking garage to find a spot. Erik was able to secure a spot and he parked his G Wagon before hopping out to open their doors. Denver, Sadie, and Sienna walked in front of Erik and groaned when they noticed the line to get inside.

“Relax, I got it covered,” Erik walked around them, making his way over to a bouncer, “I’m not about to have y’all standing out here all night.”

They waited and watched Erik with curiosity while he chatted with the bouncers. The imposing men with intimidating faces surveyed them over Erik’s sturdy shoulder. After a minute, they motioned for the ladies to approach the purple rope. One bouncer with tattoo-covered arms unhooked the rope, motioning for them to step inside. They eagerly made their way inside of the club with Erik right behind them.

A venue for artists, buy artists, Temple Nightclub offers a nightlife experience that is unrivaled in the San Francisco Bay Area. From awe-inspiring, fully immersive state of the art lighting in visuals, to a thumping, custom sound system and multiple rooms of music paired with world class talent, there is a reason Temple Is the number one Nightclub in San Francisco. That

On the street level lives the main nightclub where guests will find a custom DJ booth, thundering void sound system, and fully-custom 4k High-Definition LED installation that wraps revelers in an immersive visual experience all around them. Surrounding the dance floor are several VIP booths, which offer a high energy experience for guests who wish to be at the center of the action.

Clubbing makes your synapses jump like beans in a tin. Sienna couldn’t be more alive if she were shouting from a mountain top. The music is like a drug that brings her higher, higher until her mind buzzes with pure joy. She felt as if her soul would shine so bright her skin would start to glow, like her aura would become visible. The night was young, Sienna had so much energy she could dance for a millennia and then some more.

Amongst the many VIP sections, they found where they were going to be. It was one of the best sections in the club. There were luxury, tall, black loveseats with a tufted back and surrounding a low table. Purple LED backdrop uplights gave the appearance of romance while accentuating everything and anyone around them. On the table, two buckets of ice and bottles of champagne greeted them. A hookah was situated in the middle of the table with personal mouthpieces. All four of them scooted around the sofa to get comfortable.

“Erik! this is so nice!” Sienna was in awe of the section, “Baby! this is so sweet…”

“Anything for you,” Erik spoke into her ear, kissing her cheek.

“Hello!”

A beautiful girl with dewy, deep brown skin, cognac eyes fringed with long lashes, lush lips, a comb-over blunt cut, and an hourglass frame entered their section. She was accompanied by a bartender who brought over some tequila for them to take a shot.

“I’m Malika! I’ll be your server for the night! Here is the bottle of 42 you requested!”

Malika sat the bottle down with shot glasses. They greeted her with smiles and waves.

Are you Sienna?!” She pointed.

“Yes, I am!” Sienna replied.

“Are you ready to turn up?! Congrats on nursing school! We have a little something for you later, but for now, take some shots!”

“I'M READY!” Sienna yelled over the music.

Malika started filling their shot glasses. Denver and Sadie recorded a video, pointing the camera at Sienna while she sat on Erik’s lap with his arm around her waist. Malika offered to record the three of them taking a shot. Erik scooted out of frame to give the ladies some time. They each picked up a glass, toasted, and then knocked it back. Grimacing, Sienna sat the glass down and Malika filled it again, all the way to the brim.

“SHOT NUMBER TWO!”

Erik picked up a shot and this time he stood to his feet, Sienna’s eyes climbing the length of his bulky frame until they landed on his handsome face. He held up the glass, his onyx eyes staring at Sienna with so much fondness she could melt into a puddle of her own arousal.

“To my successful, smart, funny, beautiful, princess. I’m so proud of you, I could say that a million times and I mean every word. I’ve seen you…doubt yourself. I’ve watched you grow confidence in yourself that’s always been there. I want you to enjoy yourself, have a good time with your friends, and make the most of it, baby girl. To Sienna.”

“To Sienna!” Denver and Sadie spoke in unison.

They all touched glasses and then downed the shots of tequila. Erik wasn’t fazed by it at all. He laughed at Sienna’s scrunched up face from how strong it is. Malika makes her exit for the time being and Erik takes his place again on the sofa. Sienna finds her way onto his lap again. Denver and Sadie started setting up the hookah. Erik caressed Sienna’s back with his hand, staring up at her with a small smile and low eyes.

“Stop staring at me like that,” Sienna mouthed.

“Make me.” Erik mouthed back.

He pointed his finger at another shot that Sadie held out for her to take. Sienna accepted it and she tried to prepare herself. Erik’s fingers gripped her waist firmly while he took the shot from her hand, instructing her to tilt her head back.

“Okay! I see you, Erik!” Sadie yelled.

Erik feeds Sienna the drink. She swallowed it all down and Erik used his thumb to wipe the corner of her mouth. Sienna took that opportunity to suck on his thumb. Erik raised a brow at her and licked his full lips.

“How is it that I’m feeling that tequila already?!” Sienna spoke loudly.

“Because, you’re a lightweight!” Erik jokes.

“Shut up!” Sienna poked her tongue out at Erik.

He shocked her when his hand cupped the back of her head and he brought her face closer to his. Erik sucked on her tongue while staring into her eyes. Sienna was frozen with lust. Denver watched with the tip of the hookah suspended in front of her lips. Sadie’s mouth dropped open for the millionth time that evening.

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The music was almost deafening. After an hour, Denver, Sadie, and Sienna were on the dance floor. Strobe lights and colored lights of various colors moved across their bodies.

Sienna gazed across the dance floor and up into their VIP section at Erik who was leaning over a railing that separated them, a drink in his hand as he watched them from afar. The liquor gave Sienna a sudden burst of courage, the thrumming rhythm of rap music whispering into her ears. Body covered in a sheen of sweat, feet sore, heart racing, Sienna moved her body. She bent her body and got low to bounce her twin globes. Denver and Sadie hyped her up with clapping and ass-smacking.

Sienna sprang back up again, so quickly that she got whiplash. She threw her arms out and waved them from side to side, perfectly in tune with the beat, her ass having a mind of its own as it moved with little effort. From all that motion, her mini dress had ridden up her shapely thighs and sat just beneath her butt. One sudden movement and she would expose her backside to everyone.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed hers and she spun around to see who it was. It was a very attractive guy who looked to be in his mid 30s, 6’0 with eyes that reminded her of gold. He scooted closer on the crowded dance floor to get behind her, but Sienna moved her hips away before he could even try it. The guy licked his full, pink lips before leaning in to whisper to her.

“Seductive,” He said with a hushed tone, cologne so strong it burned her nose.

“Thank you,” Sienna looked up and noticed Erik wasn’t there. She felt a jolt of panic, “We can’t dance.”

“Why not?” He inquired, insistent with his flirting, “You’re so damn beautiful and that body is bangin’…”

“It is, isn't it?”

Both pairs of eyes focused on Erik. He stood at 6’3 almost 6’4, with a stony expression and hard eyes. Sienna looked between both men, stomach doing flips. Erik pulled Sienna into him and crashed his lips against hers in a sloppy tongue kiss. He broke the kiss with a wet smack and both hands cuffing her booty. Sienna was in a trance as she stared into Erik’s eyes.

“My bad, cuz. I didn’t know this was all you…”

He walked away and disappeared within the crowd. Erik cocked his head to the side as he stared down at Sienna.

“You scared him off,” Sienna said with a sly smirk.

“You know how I get about you. So, don’t make me mad.”

Erik looked Sienna up and down, taking his place behind her. Denver had Sadie bent over grinding on her, men watching from afar with envious eyes. The music became more uptempo, which required faster movements. Sienna started throwing ass on Erik, so hard he had to grip her hips because she almost knocked him back.

“Damn, lil’ mama!”

Erik gripped her braids into a ponytail and started working his toned hips and thick erection between her cheeks. Visions of him pounding her ass from behind hit her at full force. Their bodies were covered in sweat and it wasn’t just the heat. The lust and love they had for each other had a lot to do with it. Dipping his hips, Sienna looked back at Erik, catching his eye. He tightened his fingers on her hips as he thrust forward, her dress riding up past her ass. Sienna, tipsy and a little disoriented in her heels, turned to face Erik, bringing one leg up to wrap around his waist while she rolled her hips against his. His strong arms wrapped her tight and then he picked her up, bouncing her on his groin.

“Oh, shit!” Sadie shouted drunkenly.

“Get it! Get it!” Denver yelled.

Erik put Sienna down when she started attacking his neck. He fixed her dress and tapped her on her booty. They were in the middle of a crowded dance floor. He was so close to bending her over, pulling her panties to the side, and thrusting deep inside of her.

“We gotta behave, baby. Let’s get back to the section…”

Hand in hand, they made their way towards the VIP section, Denver and Sadie in tow. When they arrived, Erik helped Sienna into her seat.

“Whew! Those shots crept up on me!” Sadie said.

“So, are you quitting tonight or nah?!” Denver asked.

“Hell nah! Bitch! I’m finna’ turn up!”

“I think I sweated those shots out! I need another one!”

Erik squinted towards the sea of people on the dance floor before pointing his finger in recognition.

“Isn’t that Selena?!”

Sienna followed his finger and sure enough, Selena and a girl she recognized were being led towards their section. Selena wore a lavender tube top with a matching maxi skirt and white heeled sandals. Her long, wavy hair was styled in a wash and go. She wore silver hoops in her ears with silver bangles on her wrists. Her peanut butter skin shimmered beneath the lights the closer she got. The girl that accompanied her was short and petite, hair styled in platinum blonde faux locs, and dressed in a leopard-printed leotard with black wedges. Her cinnamon complexion popped with her hair color.

Selena climbed the short set of stairs that led into the VIP section. Sienna stood up to give Selena a hug. They smiled brightly at each other, Sienna pulling her into a tight hug. Meanwhile, Erik noticed Selena giving him a pointed look with eyes unblinking. She turned away to introduce Sienna to the young lady she came with, a chick named Ivory. Sienna turned, leading the way towards a spot for them to sit.

“Selena. How are you?!” Erik greeted her.

Selena stepped over his legs, completely ignoring Erik’s greeting. Puzzled, Erik blinked away and said hello to her friend instead. Ivory gave him a small smile and then her eyes lit up in recognition of him from the gym. She waved and took her spot next to Selena. Erik turned his attention back to his drink, unfazed by Selena’s rudeness. That was until Sienna spoke.

“Selena, did you hear Erik saying hello?!” Sienna shouted over the loud music.

Startled, Selena pressed her lips together before shaking her head no. She looked over at Erik and gave him a quick wave. He waved back, noting the lack of enthusiasm in her face and her body language told him that she was very unhappy he was there.

The crowd parted to make way for Malika and a few others carrying a big sign that read ‘CONGRATS SIENNA!” With two bottles raised in the air, sparklers sticking out of them. Sienna’s mouth fell open and she looked over at Erik with wide eyes. He chuckled at her expression before pulling her in to kiss her lips. Sadie and Denver had their phones out to catch the moment. Selena was all smiles. Ivory sat awkwardly with a smirk while playing in her hair.

“THANK YOU, DADDY!”

Sienna wrapped her arms around Erik’s neck and pressed her lips against his. Selena looked away, picking up the bottle of ‘42 to pour herself a shot. She made one for Ivory as well and they toasted each other before drinking it down. Sadie and Denver were whispering to each other, gossiping about Selena no doubt.

After a few more shots, the ladies left the section to hit the dance floor again. Sienna was feeling good. Selena hyped up Sienna, dancing hip-to-hip with her. They twirled, recited lyrics, and shook ass. Selena must have had drinks before she arrived, because she was the most drunk out of all of them. As she danced, she was unsteady on her feet, ankles moving like Bambi. Her speech was slurring, clothing and hair disheveled, and she kept staggering, Sienna constantly grabbing a hold of her so she wouldn’t fall.

“Damn, bitch!” Sadie scowled at Selena when she bumped into her hard.

“It’s all good! Selena, you are tore up!” Sienna said.

“I told her not to drink too much since we were coming here!” Ivory said.

“IM GOOD! STOP TRIPPING!”

She was far from good. Denver tried to calm Sadie down.

“Chill, Sadie! It was an accident, damn!” Selena shouted.

“Bitch, I don’t care!” Sadie screamed.

Selena rolled her eyes and turned around. Out of nowhere, she circled her arms around Sienna, swaying her from side to side. Ivory stood off to the side, watching them with a blank expression. Sienna sensed that Ivory wasn’t feeling Selena throwing herself at her. Sienna tried to peel herself away from Selena, laughing it off.

“Girl! It’s too hot for all this!” Sienna yelled.

“But I love youuuuu! You’re my everythinggggggg!!”

Selena kissed Sienna’s cheek softly.

“Selena, you’re doing too much!” Ivory shouted angrily.

Selena laughed.

“Maybe we should go back to the section!” Sienna said.

Tensions were escalating. She knew Sadie didn’t care for Selena, but the constant grinding and flinging herself all over Sienna in front of Ivory who apparently is Selena’s date was awkward and disrespectful.

“Everything okay?”

Erik noticed the look on Sienna’s face. She was bothered about something. Before she could even respond, Selena spoke.

“I thought this was supposed to be a girls night out?!”

Erik cocked his head back. What the hell is her problem?

“We invited him out!” Denver shouted with an attitude.

“And he’s the one that paid for all this shit by the way! So you should be thanking him!” Sadie yelled angrily.

Selena turned her nose up. Sienna cut her eyes at Erik, her entire mood sour because of Selena. It became obvious that she got herself drunk on purpose. Too bad it backfired.

“Why do I feel like there’s an issue?!” Sienna questioned.

“I mean, I’m just saying!” Selena spoke to her defense.

“Say thank you to Erik, Selena!” Sienna ordered.

Selena scrunched her face.

“Thanks…”

Erik ignored her dry, fake ass thanks. Ivory had an embarrassed look on her face.

“Sienna, don’t even trip! This is supposed to be your night. Don’t let this girl piss you off!” Sadie said.

“Selena, do you want me to get you some water?!” Erik asked.

“No, Dr. Stevens. I’m good.” She replied bitterly.

Erik pressed his lips together. Sienna was growing tired of Selena’s nasty attitude. Erik was being a gentleman when he could have been just a rude if not worse.

“Okay! What the fuck is going on?! One minute we’re good and now all of a sudden you have an issue with Erik! Like, he saw you at the gym earlier and he was saying how he appreciated you for letting him know about Lori! What changed?!”

“Sienna,” Erik placed a hand on her knee, “Calm down.”

“I’m just asking questions!”

“This turned into some shit quick! I told you!” Sadie said.

She was correct, it’s as if Selena was on a mission to ruin Sienna’s night out of jealousy. Sienna knew that Selena could be a sloppy drunk, and she usually didn’t get upset or annoyed about it, but she felt sorry for Ivory. She definitely dragged her along to make it seem as if she was over Sienna. It was very clear she wasn’t.

“I just find it weird that this grown ass man has an interest in you! Especially since he was rude to you from the beginning!”

Sienna’s face contorted with rage. Erik leaned forward to talk to Selena.

“Hey, you need to relax. You’re being disrespectful right now—”

“Whatever. I thought she would dump your old, weirdo ass but boy was I wrong!”

“Why would you even think that—”

Erik put up a hand for Sienna to stop talking. He had the answer to that. Erik gave Selena a knowing look.

“You lied about DeMarcus, didn’t you?!”

Selena rolled her eyes away from Erik.

“What?! YOU LIED?!” Sienna screamed.

Ivory even had to look at Selena like she was crazy. She looked crazy. That alcohol turned her into a completely different person.

“ANSWER ME, SELENA!” Sienna yelled.

“FINE! YES! I did. So what?! And your friend is a fucking creep! He followed me around, asking me questions about myself and if I knew you! Just a bunch of weird ass men!”

Sienna shot up out of her seat, bumping the low table with her knee, causing a drink to spill to the floor. Denver and Sadie were up on their feet, ready to come to Sienna’s defense. Erik stood up and grabbed Sienna’s arms, trying to keep her away from Selena.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU! WE’RE DONE! FUCK YOU!”

“I already did that, remember?!” Selena fired back.

Ivory gave Selena a dirty look. She was out of her seat and leaving the section so fast, Selena didn’t have time to see it coming.

“It’s time to go,” Erik announced, “C’mon—”

“No, Erik!”

Sienna tried to escape Erik’s hold on her but he was stronger.

“I wish you would have stayed your goofy ass where you were! Messy ass, bitch!” Sadie screamed.

Denver stood between her and Selena. Selena was doubled over with laughter at Sadie.

“It ain’t worth it!” Denver shouted.

Erik’s eyes spotted security on their way towards them.

“We gotta bounce, baby girl—Sienna,” Erik had to force her to look up at him with a grip of her chin, “LETS–GO. I’m not gon’ repeat myself. Fuck her.”

“FUCK ME! I can air all this shit out!” Selena yelled.

“LOSE MY NUMBER! No, Erik! Let me go!”

“I said no! We’re leaving,” Erik snatched up her bag, “I’m not gon’ let you make a fool of yourself. Leave her ass where she’s sitting—”

Sienna reached for a cup of liquor and threw it in Selena’s direction. Erik felt the contents spill on him as he tried to stop her. Some of it landed on Selena’s clothes. She finally stood up, pulling out her phone to get her a ride. Erik was in a state of confusion and anger. Just that fast, in an hour, the fun they were having was gone. It happened in such a flash.

“DENVER! SADIE! LETS GO!” Erik yelled to get their attention. He was commanding them too like he was their daddy.

They walked away so fast. Security walked into their section to intervene.

“Y’all gotta go,” One burly security announced with a forceful motion of his thumb.

“We’re good, homie. We’re on our way out. No need,” Erik put out his hand, “We can see ourselves out.”

“It’s policy for me to walk you out, bruh.” The security quipped with an attitude.

Erik didn’t respond. There was no use in igniting the fire. Selena had already left at some point. Erik allowed Denver and Sadie to walk out first. He still had a hold on Sienna. She was silent, but her face held so much rage. They made it out of the nightclub and Erik stood with Sadie and Denver, making sure they got into their Lyfts safely, asking them to text Sienna that they made it home. When they left, Erik and Sienna entered the garage.

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Silence.

The entire ride back to Erik’s place was quiet. Sienna’s head was turned away from Erik. She was staring out of the window in deep thought. The silence followed them until they entered his penthouse. Erik offered to help Sienna out of her shoes. He crouched down while she balanced herself on the wall.

“Go upstairs and get comfortable. I’ll be up with some water.”

Sienna didn’t say a word as she slipped past Erik and towards the stairs. Exhaling, Erik pinched the bridge of his nose to calm his rising headache. He dragged himself towards the kitchen and opened the fridge to grab some water. Erik climbed the stairs and as he entered his room, Sienna had taken off her dress and slipped on one of his shirts. Erik watched her closely as she approached him, accepting a bottle of water. Her gaze was cast down as she walked over to his bed to take a seat. Erik decided to break the ice.

“…Do you wanna talk about it?”

Sienna shrugged.

“What’s there to talk about? All it’s gonna do is make me wanna leave and beat her ass. You should have let me beat her ass…”

“What good will that do? Huh?”

Sienna rolled her eyes towards the high ceiling.

“What? Tell me. You fight her and then what?”

“I don’t know! It would have felt good to drag her! She was being rude and nasty towards everybody!”

“I know, I’m just saying. It’s better to walk away and let her look stupid. Trust me, I have a short fuse. It took me a long time to get over that. I’d rather you walk away and be the bigger person. Trust me, that liquor will wear off and she’ll realize how stupid she looked.”

“Easily said than done. I can’t believe I even allowed myself to get involved with her. I should have listened to Sadie.”

Erik started to undress.

“What if she says something? What if she tries to get me kicked out?”

Sienna covered her face and groaned. Erik tossed his clothes into a bin and walked over to sit next to her. In just his briefs, Erik draped his arm around her and pulled her in close.

“Baby girl, you’re graduating. Nothing's gonna stop you from making that happen…”

Erik pressed his lips against her forehead.

“I don’t want you to get yourself worked up over this.”

Sienna peeled herself away from Erik. She released a shaky breath, one of her hands coming down to rub her sore knee.

“I need a shower…”

“Then let’s shower,” Erik stood up, holding his hand out for Sienna to grasp, “C’mere…”

They walked hand in hand into Erik’s master bathroom. He had a double sink vanity with Black finishes that inspire a unique sense of luxury, and a round, double mirror that added a designer touch to the contemporary aesthetic. He had a separate wet and dry area that created a more neat and better layout, dividing the toilet, shower, and vanity. He had a corner shower with glass doors and a sleek tub.

Erik turned on the shower and opened the glass door. He helped Sienna out of the shirt and brought her braids up into a bun. When the water became hot enough, they stepped inside. Their skin felt tacky from all the sweating and Erik reeked of liquor from it spilling on him. With a soapy sponge, Erik cleaned Sienna off.

“…I’m sorry.”

Erik met Sienna’s shameful gaze.

“You probably think I’m immature…”

Erik blinked his eyes away to focus on cleaning Sienna’s breasts. He squeezed the sponge to allow the soap suds to drip down her body.

“No. I think you’re a hot-head and a brat. Immature? Far from that…”

Sienna tucked her chin and smiled.

“Thought I was gon’ have to spank you for not listening to me.”

They locked eyes again and Erik’s brows rose in warning. He forced her to place her back against the shower wall and slightly spread her legs. He switched to a white cloth and used some of her feminine soap to clean her pussy.

“I would never steer you wrong, Sienna. Look at me…”

She obeyed him and looked up into his penetrating gaze.

“I don’t want you to think I’m trying to control you. I don’t want you to feel like you don’t have your own sense of direction. I want you to see me as your equal. With sex, it can be different,” Erik grabbed the detachable shower head to rinse her off, “I know how much you love it when I dominate you. But, I don’t want you to think for a second that I want to control every aspect of your life. You’re a woman…an independent woman…and I don’t want you to forget that…”

“…I really appreciate that, daddy. It means a lot…”

Sienna reached out to caress Erik’s cheek.

“I love you.” Sienna said.

“I love you too, beautiful.”

Sienna scrubbed Erik’s back with the sponge, unable to stop herself from kissing him along his spine. She stood back and Erik finished cleaning himself off. He put his face under the filtered shower water, Sienna’s eyes following the path the water took over his body. Erik faced her, smoothing his dripping wet locs back from his face

Between his thighs, his big dick was at full attention. Sienna wrapped her hand around him and started slowly stroking him.

“You couldn’t wait.” Erik said.

“The way you ate my pussy…I couldn’t go without returning the favor.” Sienna spoke with a hushed voice laced with desire.

“Do you think you deserve this dick in your mouth? Hm?” Erik said, voice husky and low, dripping with lust and desire for her.

“I know I’ve been a bad girl, but I need that dick.”

Sienna still had a hold of Erik’s dick as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. Erik brought one hand around to cuff her ass while his other hand held her chin. They touched tongues and nibbled on each other’s lips. Sienna started stroking Erik’s dick with a twist of her wrist. He was so hard in her hand.

“Damn, baby,” Erik looked down at Sienna’s hand wrapped around his veiny girth, “I need you on your knees right now.”

Sienna giggled, releasing Erik’s dick for now while he turned off the water. They left the shower, grabbing fluffy white towels from a towel warmer in the bathroom. After drying off, they left the towels on the floor in a pile and made their way into the bedroom.

Erik fell backwards into the bed, the cool sheets against his back smelling like fresh linen. He crooks his finger for her to come throat his dick. Sienna crawled over, the sight of how long and thick he is astounding her. That thick pipe made its way into her hand again and then she eagerly fit him into her mouth. Her lips tightened and she hollowed her cheeks to suck. The humming from her throat mixed with her sucking caused Erik to grunt.

Sienna was arched over his lap with her ass in the air. He sat up on his elbows, one hand reaching out to pop her on the ass hard.

“There you go, that’s how you suck this dick, baby…”

Sienna turned her head so that she could stare into Erik’s eyes while his dick curved down her throat.

“You know that shit drives me crazy, right? Staring at me with my dick in your mouth? Makes daddy so fuckin’ hard and ready to fuck, baby…”

Saliva covered his balls in thick globs with lots of bubbles. She moaned on a loop with a throat full of dick. Erik’s free hand spanked her ass, causing her cheeks to jiggle and that pussy to drip.

“I’m fucking that pussy good tonight, lil’ mama.”

It was a definite promise. He always knew how to handle that pretty, little pussy, but she was doing oh so well deep throating him like a good little bitch. He couldn’t wait to get in that pussy all over the bed.

“You told Selena I was mean to you?”

That startled Sienna. She popped her lips off of his big dick and stared at him with sorry eyes.

“I did—it was before I got to know you, daddy.”

“Hm…I know you liked it.”

Erik grabbed her hair and pushed her down on his dick again.

“You loved it, actually…you love my aggression.”

He was right. As much as she complained about the way he would talk to her, it turned her on. She wanted to know who the man beneath the surgical mask was. When she discovered that it was him, she couldn’t deny her desire even if she tried. It was fate for them to meet. She sucked him harder.

“Fuck, Princess,” Erik threw his head back, “I’m cumming…”

She sucked heavy on Erik’s dick, turning up the tempo, slurping noises getting louder and louder. She wanted that nut badly. Tears in her eyes and a sore jawline, Sienna deep throated Erik and he gripped the back of her neck, thrusting up into her mouth with three quick pumps. His warm cum filled her mouth.

“Shit, baby,” Erik’s body tensed from Sienna slurping on his tip, “Ain’t no more, you drained me.”

Sienna’s lips popped off and the feeling caused Erik shiver. Erik sat up and he motioned for Sienna to sit sideways on his lap. Brick hard, Erik instructed for her to spread her legs so he could have access to her pussy.

Dripping wet just like he wants. Erik spanked her pussy before inserting two fingers. A crease formed in her brow and she pressed her forehead against Erik’s cheek.

“No, look through the mirror,” Erik tilted his head towards a large mirror hanging across from them, “I want you to watch how I finger-pop this gushy pussy.”

“Unh,” Sienna chewed on her bottom lip, “Daddy, that feels so good.”

“Keep those legs open, girl. If it feels good you’ll listen to what I tell you to do so you can get some more…”

Sienna looked down at Erik with a pout of her lips. He closed the space between them and kissed her deeply while his fingers continued digging in her hole. Sienna broke their kiss when Erik’s fingers brushed over her spot.

“I feel that pussy gripping…you can’t take it, baby?”

One of her hands collided with Erik’s well-toned abdomen, her nails dragging down his eight pack. She writhed, moaned, whimpered, and begged for him to make her cum.

“You know we’re in for a long night, baby girl. I gotta make sure this little pussy can handle all this dick. I gotta open you up some…”

“Oh, fuck!” Sienna couldn’t watch anymore. Her head went back and she moaned towards the ceiling. Liquid streamed from her and all over Erik’s thighs.

With a deep grunt, Erik placed Sienna on her back and shoved her pliable legs back so he could lick her up. His tongue twirled on her pussy directly over her sensitive bud. Her thighs bounced out of her control, unable to escape his insistent tongue.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes.”

Her hips levitated from the bed with her release. Her soft moans were music to his ears. Erik released her legs and kissed his way up to her mouth. With a hand around her neck, He controlled their kissing. Erik could feel his dick throbbing. The tip of his dick leaked pre cum onto the bed, preparing for another release.

“I need you to arch yo’ back, princess,” Erik sat up to give her space to turn, “That ass was looking good all night I need you like this.”

The growl in his voice told Sienna all she needed to know.

“Face down, ass up?” She spoke seductively with a tease of her tongue dragging over her top lip.

“Just like that. Ass up and pussy open…”

“You know that big, daddy dick gotta fit in me to open me up…”

Sienna reached back and wrapped her hand around Erik’s dick, angling the head to her wet hole. Sienna turned her head sideways to watch Erik fuck her. She loved to watch Erik during sex. His beautiful, built body with muscles.

“Fuck!” Sienna’s back flexed, “Big ass dick!”

Erik’s hand moved back and forth, popping her on that beautiful ass. The visual of his long dick stuffing her pussy from the back almost took his breath away. She had a tight hold on him.

“This pussy gets better and better each time I fuck you, girl,” spanking her again, Erik gripped one hefty cheek, spreading her apart so he could watch his dick go in and out slow.

“Uh-huh, feel every fuckin’ inch of this dick…”

“Yes, go deeper…please….”

“Beg better than that, little slut. Where…do you want…this daddy…dick?”

He thrust forward and held himself all the way in. Sienna whimpered at the sensation. With tiny, pulsing, thrusts, Erik made her squirt. Leisurely, his dick left her pussy, a nice creamy coating on his length making him smile.

“Please, I want to feel every i–inch of y–you. Fuck me hard…”

Without warning, Erik started clapping Sienna’s cheeks. It dragged a deep moan from her lips and a spike of pleasure that had her gripping that big dick with a strong hold of her walls. Erik had that ass moving with a full on bounce. Each thrust Sienna could feel in her stomach. Each pound her body moved back and forth across the bed. Her pussy was so wet that it sounded like Erik was thrusting his dick into a puddle.

“Damn, baby girl, take this fuckin’ dick!” Erik’s hand found its way around her braids again, “Didn’t I say I was gon’ fuck you good, huh?!!!”

“s—so much–d–d–diccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!”

He knew and he wasn’t going to stop. It felt too good.

“This lil’ pussy feeling good, girl! Tell daddy something! Closed mouths don’t get fed, baby!” Erik barked out.

“I want you t–to make me c–cum!” Sienna cried out.

That round ass thrust back on his ten inches crazy wild. She didn’t know whether to run or take it.

“Erik! ERIK! Errrrikkkkkk Erik! Erik!—”

“Don’t act like you can’t take dick, Sienna. Open that pussy up and take these strokes to that young pussy!”

That did it. Whenever Erik talked like that he had her leaking all over herself and his dick. She went flat against the bed and Erik slipped out to give her a chance to breathe before he picked her up and dropped her down on his dick again.

“You okay, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” Sienna sat up on her knees, “Daddy, can you kiss my pussy?”

She rolled onto her back and spread her legs. Erik was down on his knees and he stared at her swollen lips and soaking wet folds. He beat her pussy up. Closing his eyes, Erik peppered soft kisses on her pussy. A soft sigh escaped her mouth. His kisses turned into slow, gentle sucks.

“Oh, my gosh…”

She shook her head as her hand combed through his locs.

“Don’t fight it. Give it to me…”

She gave in and closed her thighs around Erik’s head.

“Good girl…”

Erik sat up on his knees, dick poked out menacingly.

“You still gotta take care of me, princess. Just lay on your back, daddy gotchu…”

Sienna crawled to the top of the bed and Erik positioned himself between her legs. As soon as he spread her thighs, she whimpered. Erik had all the energy and stamina in the world to keep fucking her. He placed her legs over his shoulders, leaned over her body, and sank back into her pussy. Her pussy practically swallowed him. Each time he thrust inside of her, his hips would smack against the back of her thighs loudly. It’s a lengthy, harsh fuck. Slow on the pull out, and hard on the intake.

“Unh…Unh…Unh…Unh…”

Staring at her with her breasts squished together, hard nipples begging to be sucked, Erik couldn’t help but to lick and nibble. After all, they were right there for him to enjoy. He would suck her nipples back and forth, the added sensation too much for her to handle. But, she had nowhere to run.

“Erik, oh my fucking goshhhhhh,” tears rolled into her hairline.

He ignored her cries and with his lips tugging on her left nipple, his hips rocked into hers, feeding her pussy big dick. It was the way he hit her spot each and every time. His locs ticketed her face and his sweat mixed with her sweat created delicious friction. Her pussy was so wet, Erik’s dick was a blur going in and out of her with no restriction. She was creating a creamy puddle beneath her ass.

“Don’t you fucking stop!”

Erik sat up and held his weight up with his fists. He did this roll with his hips that drove Sienna crazy. She lost it.

“FUCK—ME!” Sienna shouted with a shaky voice, eyes on his dick moving in and out of her, “SO—GOOD!”

“Look at this good pussy! You want me to really get in this pussy?!” Erik spoke with a gruff tone.

“FUCK—ME—YES!”

“Ugghhhhhhh—”

Erik’s hips seized, he was about to cum. His abdominal muscles flexed with each thrust. Erik was locked in an intense staring match with Sienna. His mouth unhinged and his eyelids fluttered, losing the battle. He gave Sienna two deep, long, gut-feeling thrusts and then that feeling crept up his dick and made his balls tighten. Sienna clawed his back, Erik so close to cumming deep inside of her if it wasn’t for his immense strength. He pulled out and his cum painted her pussy and stomach.

Erik sat back on his haunches, trying to catch his breath. He looked at Sienna, watching her clean herself off.

“Come clean this dick off.” Erik spoke between breaths.

Sienna was right on his dick quick fast with a wiggling tongue. Erik slapped his dick on her lips and tongue a few times to drain himself completely.

“You weren’t playing when you said you were gonna fuck me all over this bed,” Sienna gave Erik a weak smile and then she collapsed onto the bed.

“Don’t worry, the night is still young. I got more for you.”

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