#i have to be folded so my legs touch my belly or else i can't function. what a pain in the arse

[torgawl]

honestly my period pain isn't even that bad it's the fact i can't stand up straight that's fucking annoying

[loveiis]

doctor!chris x virgin!fem!reader

not proofread !

warnings: taking innocence, cursing, p in v, slight blood, suggestive thoughts.

as you sat in the comfortable seats of the room, you examined the tools that sat on a grey metal tray, as if whoever was here before was prepared for your appointment.

you didnt really need this visit, nothing was wrong with your vagina. at least, you dont think so. you haven’t had any problems, plus, you’re a virgin. so no sexually transmitted diseases.

you heard the sound of the door clicking, snapping you out of your thoughts as you looked towards the now opening door.

you expected to see a woman, but yet you see a man before you. is that even allowed?

“hi, i’m doctor chris sturniolo, you’re here for your vagina exam, correct?” he reaches his hand out towards yours.

“yes- yeah, i am. nice to meet you.” you flash him a small smile as you shake his hand.

“great, alright then, just sit up here and make sure to stay calm, ‘kay?” he lets go of your hand to point towards the exam table.

that completely slipped your mind. you’re the patient, why are you sitting in the chairs?

“right, okay.” you get up quickly and walk towards it. chris helps you onto the examination table, his hands steadying your hips as you sit down.

“that's a good girl. just make yourself comfortable.” he retrieves a speculum, glinting in the harsh overhead light, and begins to prepare for the examination.

you nervously wait, intertwining your fingers on your stomach, just waiting for this whole thing to be over.

chris notices your nervousness, and gives you a reassuring smile.

“trust me, my dear. i've done this a thousand times. you have nothing to worry about.” he begins the exam, inserting the speculum slowly and carefully.

you listen to his reassuring words, relaxing as you feel the speculum inside of you. in discomfort, you suck in air through your teeth.

as he examines you, chris can't help but notice how tight and youthful your vagina is. he feels a stirring in his pants, and his fingers move with a newfound gentleness.

“ah, yes... you have a very healthy cervix.” he pauses, his gaze lingering on your delicate pink folds.

at this point, your nervousness was just building up even more. how were you supposed to stay calm like this?

chris clears his throat, trying to hide his growing arousal. “and your hymen... it appears you're still an untouched virgin.” he hesitates, his mind racing with forbidden thoughts.

“tell me, has anyone ever even touched you down here before?” his voice drips with unspoken desire.

taken aback by the question, heat rises to your cheeks as you answer, “u-um… no. just myself..” you let out a nervous laugh, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

chris's eyes light up with excitement at your admission. a true virgin, untouched and unexplored. he sets the speculum aside, his hands shaking slightly as he reaches for something else.

“perhaps we should take a closer look, just to make sure everything is in perfect condition.”

not really knowing what he means by that, you start to tap your fingers against your belly anxiously.

he retrieves a small, thin probe, designed for gentle examinations. chris wets it with lubricant, his face flushed with eagerness.

“now, spread your legs a little wider for me, dear.” he softly taps your knee twice.

you hesitantly spread your legs a bit wider, slightly aroused at the position you’re in, especially with a good-looking doctor… what?

chris slowly inserts the probe, his eyes locked onto your face, watching for any sign of discomfort.

“you're so tight, like a little fist.” his voice is barely a whisper, his own arousal growing harder to hide.

“i need to check your virgin opening, just to be sure.” chris pauses, checking if you’re okay with that.

how many tests does he have to do, exactly? “okay, thats fine.” you sigh a bit, somewhat wishing something more exciting than this exam would happen.

chris pushes the probe deeper, his breathing growing heavier. he can feel your virgin opening tightening around the intruder, a sign of your untouched innocence.

he bites his lip, trying to maintain his professional composure. “yes, you're definitely untouched.” chris holds the probe in place, his other hand reaching for a small camera.

“now, let's get a better look at this precious little hole.” he carefully inserts the camera, the small lens peeking out of your opening. “ah, perfect.”

“am i okay, then?” you spoke, squirming slightly at the uncomfortable feeling.

chris pulls out the camera, his face contorted with unspoken desire. “yes, you're perfectly healthy...” his voice trails off as he stares at your spread-open, untouched innocence.

“but I think we should run a few more tests, just to be sure.”

inside your brain, you were screaming in frustration that you had to go through more tests, being that the situation you’re in is… slightly unprofessional..

“that’s fine. whatever you have to do..” your eyes narrowed as you notice the invitation behind your words.

chris's mind races with depraved thoughts. he knows he should stop, that he's crossing a professional boundary, but he can't resist the temptation of your innocence.

“i think i'll need to use my fingers to check your response, dear. would that be alright?” he looks at you, waiting for your consent.

his fingers? your vagina? jesus, this was an exam, your thoughts need to chill out. hes just checking your response, right?

“uh, s-sure” you stutter, preparing yourself for whatever was to come.

chris lubes up his index and middle fingers, his eyes never leaving your face. “i'll go slowly, dear. just tell me if it hurts, okay?”

he gently spreads your lips open with his thumb and index finger, and slowly enters you with his middle and ring fingers. “how's that feel?” he asked.

“oh— f-feels good..” you tried to hold back a moan, trying to keep your response as professional as possible. but the way his fingers are inside of you, this is going to be difficult.

chris's heart races as he feels your tight virgin hole clutching onto his fingers. his mind is consumed with thoughts of pounding you hard, but he fights back the urge and continues to probe you gingerly.

“good? I think we can do better than that...” he sighs.

“what- what do you mean?” your eyes flicked across the room fearfully.

he decides to push his luck and adds a third finger, stretching your tiny hole further. “i mean, I think you can handle a bit more...”

he starts to curl his fingers, rubbing against your inner walls. “how about this? does that feel good?”

the stretch was way too much. it definitely felt good, but you couldn’t handle it.

“oh god- t’ much..” your hands gripped onto your shirt.

he immediately stops, his fingers still buried deep in you. “oh, i'm so sorry. did I hurt you? let me pull out...” he slowly slips his fingers out, blood staining the tips. “yes, that's normal.”

“its okay.. im not hurt..” i stare at the small amount of blood on his gloves.

chris's face darkens with lust as he sees the blood. he knows he should stop, but seeing your virgin cunt is too much for him.

he quickly removes his gloves and retrieves a condom from the drawer. “i think i should examine you more thoroughly.”

you silently question him in your head, as you were looking up at the ceiling, not even seeing him grab a condom.

chris slowly unzips his pants, pulling out his hard, throbbing erection. he quickly sheathes it with the condom. “just to make sure you're still a virgin, i should... push inside you.” he spreads your legs wider.

wait what does he mean ‘push inside you’..? you opened your mouth to ask but you then felt something pressing against your entrance.

you quickly look down, seeing him with his dick out, lined up with your entrance with a condom on. when did he put a condom on?

he looked at you first, asking for consent yet again. you didn’t know how to verbally express that because it was too embarrassing for you to say out loud. so you just nodded.

chris grips your thighs tightly and slowly pushes into you, his face contorted with pleasure. he can feel your virginity stretching to accommodate him, the barrier popping as he fully sheathes himself inside you.

“ohmygosh- so big..” you bit your lip at the way he stretched you.

“oh god, you're so tight. you were definitely a virgin.” he begins to thrust slowly.

you moan softly as he thrusts into you, the wet sounds of you filling the room each time.

chris picks up the pace, his thick cock pounding into your tight, virgin pussy.

“fuck, you're so small and tight. i can feel your innocence squeezing me with every thrust.” he reaches down and grabs your leg, pulling it up to his shoulder as he fucks you harder.

“mmph- fuck.. so- so good.” you whimper as your voice bounces with his movements.

chris grunts with effort as he fucks you relentlessly, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. “you're taking my cock so well for a virgin. i think you were made just for me.” he pulls out suddenly and flips you over, pushing your face into the cushions of the exam table.

chris grabs your hips and positions himself behind you, pushing back into your pussy with a hard thrust. he begins to fuck you harder and faster, his balls slapping against your clit as he bottoms out inside of you. “you look so fucking hot from this angle.”

the new angle made you go insane. “yes! oh fuck- s’good chris, shit..” you were too far gone to realize you called him by his first name.

chris's breathing grows ragged as he continues to pound into you, his own end nearing. he reaches down and grabs your wrists, pinning your arms above your head as he speeds up his thrusts.

“i'm close, dear. i'm going to fill up your little virgin hole with my seed.”

even in situations like these he speaks so professionally.

“please please! ‘m coming!” you have never heard yourself like this, everything felt so crazy.

chris grunts loudly as he buries himself to the hilt inside you, his body convulsing as he spills into the condom.

he continues to thrust through his own completion, drawing out your own intense release. “that's it, come for me, dear. show me how much you loved your first time.”

you breathed heavily as you came down, feeling euphoric.

chris collapses onto your back, his breath hot against your ear as he catches his breath. he slowly pulls out of you and disposes of the condom, before gently cleaning you up with a warm cloth.

“there you go, dear. your first time is over.” he spoke, pulling his pants back up and zipping them.

as you start to come back to reality, you couldn’t help but ask, “does everyone experience that when they get checked by you?”

chris chuckles and helps you sit up, wrapping you in a warm blanket. “no, they don’t. but you, my dear, were perfect.”

wc: 1,848 words, 10,469 characters.

dividers from @/saradika-graphics

didn’t like this one that much 😣

[manicpixiefelix]

head, heart, hand. {Felix Catton/Reader/Oliver Quick}

Part 12.

Summary: Reuniting with Venetia was always an interesting experience. Many people - everyone else who lives at Saltburn included - wonder why you put up with the way she speaks to you, the way she treats you. You wonder how they can't see that it's so much more than that.

{ masterpost }

Need to Know: They/Them. Explicitly NB Reader. FWB!Reader/Felix. Reader is from a well off family but has pretty much been adopted by the Cattons.

Warnings: suggestive themes, implied pseudo-incest, nonsexual intimacy with Venetia but no smut

A/N: 3644 words. i know i said there's be ollie this chapter, but i needed to set up a few more things around the house; specifically venetia and what her whole deal is with the reader. i love her, she breaks my entire heart. i know i should have edited this one but oh well, here, eat up friends.

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Never once has Venetia been gentle with the way she speaks to you; she is sharp lines and bitter tongues and laughs and moans that edge on jagged. Nothing about her seems capable of regarding you, or sometimes even treating you, with gentleness, yet she demands it from you in everything you do.

She picks you apart the moment she sees you again, like nails over every inch of your being she pries apart who you've become in her absence, but ends it all by telling you that you're still frustratingly attractive.

"Thought that would change."

"Do you think that every time?"

"Prepare for the worst and hope for the best," she sighs with a wry smile.

"My potential descent into unattractiveness is... hope?"

"Preparing, obviously; I'm very fond of you, I don't hope you get ugly," obviously, says her eye roll. Its a compliment, says her eye roll.

Still, you know Venetia well enough, know her bitter tongue belies a sweetness she could never speak out loud.

All you'd come down in is your bathers, and an old, large button down that Felix liked to swan around the house in. Which Venetia insists you leave on, lest you get yourself burnt, though you roll your eyes and shrug it off anyways, draping it over the parasol-protected banana lounge that Venetia had claimed with her towel. Venetia herself looks like something out of countless fantasies, and even more Summer magazine centre folds, the sequins of her silver bikini shining in the sunlight.

Venetia is a shiny, pretty thing, eye catching; large sunglasses and shiny lip gloss and a body that glows and shines with what you hope is sunscreen but know is just moisturiser and tanning oil. Untouched by anything but the sun and herself on this searing afternoon, wanting and waiting for her entertainment, for you.

Venetia's gentleness lives and dies in her desires, in the way she wants. Her needs, her demands are always met, but her wants she'll never be able to put to words. So you learned to figure her out for yourself; if she loves you for it, she'll never say it out loud.

Wading into the water, towards the floating chair she's so elegantly draped herself across, you keep your hands above the water's surface, keep them dry as you reach her. With every step her smile grows wider, and you place your hand on her ankle, hand gliding up her warm leg in casual greeting. Calf, knee, thigh, soft and warm and dry, and your hand comes to rest on her belly, your fingers splayed out, cooler than her sun-soaked skin, and she giggles. The anticipation makes her giddy. Her hand comes to rest on yours, though never to take your hand; she wants to be touched more than she wants to hold, that's why when she shifts carefully on her buoyant seat, she makes sure that it's not so drastic that you'd have to move your hand from her skin.

"You kept me waiting," already there's a hint of faux disapproval on her tongue when she greets you properly, or as properly as you were going to get from her. Instead of dignifying that with a real response, you roll your eyes, and lean in to kiss her on the cheek. Giving a huff at your non-answer, she does however take your face in her free hand before you can pull away, giving you a kiss on the cheek in response.

"Hello to you too, Ven," you half laugh, but she's still holding your face, holding you close, for longer than was necessary. Letting you go, she lifts her glasses with that same hand to finally get a proper look at you. A strange, accusatory glimmer there amongst the mirth and mischief.

"I thought you kept me waiting because you were freshening up," it almost sounds betrayed, settling the glasses on top of her head. How could she have known that kind of thing? Why would she care if you hadn't?

"Didn't think it would matter; I was getting in the pool anyways," you pointed out as nonchalantly as possible, but she just reiterated that you'd kept her waiting, like it was the end of the world. Something about her suddenly intrigued gaze had you growing flustered, wondering what it was about you that had her so incensed.

In the next instance, she's slid from her seat and into the water beside you without hesitation. There's now something determined in her eyes when she takes your face in both hands, kissing you. Venetia has always been direct, has always taken for granted that you'd bend to her whims in most instances. Like this one. Your arms wind around her as if on instinct. There's nothing sweet about it, nipping at your lips insistently, tongue in your mouth -

"Oh my god," she pulls back, eyes wide with what you're pretty sure is disbelief, like she's come to an urgent realisation.

"It's so good to be home; how have you been lately?" You ask breathlessly, deeply confused about her attitude and trying to give her a hint that even for her this is a strange greeting. But then her lips are on yours again, pulling you in, all teeth and tongues and gasping furiously into your mouth. Somewhere in all of this, you pull her close, hands beneath her thighs and letting her wrap her legs around you under the water.

"It hasn't even been an hour!" She cries this time when she pulls back from you, looking almost like she's on the verge of laughter or perhaps screaming, "wash your mouth out! What is wrong with you?" Despite the fact that she'd just given you the kind of kiss that would put Hollywood to shame. Twice.

"Not drinking chlorine for you, Ven," you tell her, amused, while still holding her secure against you. Displeased with your answer, she pushes away from your chest with both hands, and you let her go, let her splash you as she makes a face.

"Don't drink it, christ," she rolls her eyes, as if she believes you're being wilfully stupid about the whole thing.

"Then I'll just taste like chlorine," you pointed out, wading over to her. The answering smile you get is particularly mean.

"I'd rather you taste like chlorine than Felix," despite all the questions and implications her disdainful words raise, you match her energy, smiling back with a blithe confidence as you approach her once more.

"You sure you mean that, Vennie?"

Immediately, Venetia is scarlet, spluttering, playing exceptionally well at being horrified by your implications, if not for the ease with which she lets herself get wrapped up in you once more.

"You're gross, you're awfully gross, you both are. I can't believe -" she tells you, looks in your eyes like she's determined to make you believe it, "I'll wash your mouth out myself," she threatens, and you nod while not trying particularly hard to hide your amusement. With a childlike scowl she dips herself mostly underwater, still encircled loosely by your arms, scowling at you all the while. Like a little, blonde crocodile, nose and eyes making sure you're watching her every move, taking her and her threat seriously.

When she surfaces, cheeks puffed out and presumably filled with water, you have to let her go for how hard your laughing. Then the chase is on.

The first mouthful of water she loses to her own laughter, and shouting at you to stop trying to get away, while you thrash through the length of the pool. Every so often she almost catches you, but you splash her and wriggle free and she shrieks with faux offense. Until she's got you pinned to the side of the pool, water just up past your waist, and a devilish look of triumph in her eyes.

At first she taps her lips expectantly. Of course her mouth is once again full to bursting with pool water. Shaking your head adamantly, you try and lean away, still faintly laughing, but Venetia changes tact.

Instead of caging you against the side, she carefully wraps her arms around your neck, gaze turning soft and fond and amused as she leans in. You know what she's doing, but you let her have it this time.

Winding your arms around her waist, you let her shotgun a mouthful of pool water into your mouth, and try not to laugh to keep it from going down your airways or up your nose. Venetia, in triumph, the moment she knows the water is in your mouth, she pulls back and clamps her hand over your mouth, looking altogether too proud of herself.

Drenched, beautiful, and grinning from ear to ear, the look in her eyes betrays just how into you, or at the very least into this moment, she is.

"Wash your mouth out before you come anywhere near me next time," she orders in a firm whisper that's definitely doing more for you than you'd like to admit. Possibly for Venetia too, considering how she's unable to wipe the smile off of her own face, "you filthy, little doggie."

No-one, maybe not even Felix, is ever allowed to find out how quickly those words have you all but melting at her command. The fight drains from you, and God all you want is to be good, good, good. Judging by Venetia's pleased reaction, she can feel the moment you start to submit, can probably see it in your eyes. Her hand stays over your mouth until she's satisfied you've swished the water around enough, and you spit the water back out to the side, instead of at her like you'd been intending to before she'd called you out.

"Can't believe you said that to me, really, Y/N," she sighed, shaking her head. Neither of you moved; you flush against the side of the pool, and Venetia pressed flush to you.

"So you're the only one who can say things in the hopes of getting manhandled?" Giving a sheepish grin, even if you don't fully believe what you're saying, there's a semblance of self-satisfaction when Venetia gives in. She grabs your chin and pulls you in for one more rough kiss, pressing against you, trapping you in this moment. A rare instance in which she gives you what she thinks you want.

But some of your bite is coming back.

"So does the chlorine taste better?" You smirked. Immediately she splashes you with a wave of water to the face. By the time you've spluttered through a recovery, she's halfway to the stairs.

"I hate you," is not a real answer to the question, but that's okay, you weren't really looking for one as much as you had been looking to rile her up, "and you've made me all wet - shut it -" she warns, cutting off the crude joke you both knew you were about to make, as she starts up the pool stairs with determination, "and you've ruined my beautiful afternoon plans."

Waiting at the top of the stairs, she turns back to you, simply watching her with a grin, giving you an impatient gesture. Your smile widens, but still, you obligingly follow her.

Even while mad at you, Venetia was a creature of predictable desires. Very rarely did her frustration with you outweigh the benefit of your company to her, and now was no different. Drying yourselves off with her towel, the only one either of you had brought down, it seems her mood is already lightening once more, letting you know that she'd gotten her hands on the latest Harry Potter novel. When she pulls the book out from where she'd stashed it under the long lounge, she picks up Felix's shirt and tosses it to you.

You know to put it on, just like you know not to comment on it.

Without asking, nor having to be asked, you settle yourself on the lounge chair and insistently pat the space beside you; almost enough for Venetia.

"Let me read over your shoulder," an incredibly flimsy excuse that you both see through, but she still settles herself on the lounge chair too. There's not quite enough room, so you're almost on your side, arm around Venetia's shoulders, head resting against hers, pressed up against her whole side. Legs curled up together, your other hand once more comes to rest on her lower belly, casually intimate, warm, tips of your fingers just barely tucked into her bikini bottoms. You're not reading; your face pressed so close to her's is proof enough of that.

"Your eyelashes are tickling my cheek," in these moments she sounds so much younger than she is. The peel of laughter that rings out from her as you nuzzle your face further against her cheek, pointedly fluttering your eyelashes, it reminds you of the way she'd laugh at the sleepovers the two of you shared in the first few years of meeting each other.

And you settle back down, angling your face only slightly to keep your lashes from bothering her, and rub faint circles against the soft skin of her stomach with your thumb. Venetia opens her book, and finally relaxes.

It's been a long time since you'd seen Venetia fully relax around anyone who wasn't you. You wonder if anyone else has noticed, has wondered, has thought to figure out the how and why of the girl beside you. Contrary to popular belief, it's been a long time since Venetia's actually sought you out for sex. Constant lewd flirting and suggestive texts aside.

So much of Venetia's self worth was tied to being sexually attractive. Pretty and fashionable and fuckable. Needed biblically, carnally. Pick up, use, put down. There was such a thrill in being wanted that it took her too long to understand why she was hollow; don't let me go felt selfish for her to even think. But you'd learned to read through the things she leaves unsaid.

Sex she could get anywhere, but the touch-starved Venetia knew you understood the truth of what she wants. It's why she treated you like furniture, like she was entitled to your personal space.

You often find yourself wondering if Venetia only touches you in ways she wishes she could touch Felix. More casually than even now, and many still would consider their relationship too close. You are kind and loving and playful and a wonderful friend, but you are nothing of real substance to her; you are a warm body and the closest she can be to Felix half the time.

For anyone else it would be too hot for this kind of proximity, but never for Venetia. So you drown in the heat of her skin pressed against hers, and let yourself drift asleep in the peaceful afternoon.

It's a sleep so peaceful that you don't even properly wake when her soft chatter infects your hazy mind. Farleigh's voice drifts through your head and this haze -

"- no-one tells me anything," you can hear Venetia pouting without even opening your eyes. Her book must be closed because she's got a hand on your thigh, bringing your leg further over her.

"Of course they don't, you should have seen both of them earlier when I accidentally implied -"

"Careful, Farleigh," you yawned, carefully snuggling further against Venetia. The pair are quiet for a few long seconds, but your eyes remained closed.

"See what I mean?" Farleigh eventually breaks the rather tense silence with a wry, pointed comment.

"Can't believe you didn't tell me we were having a guest," Venetia sounds like she's sulking, but you just make a noncommittal hum in the back of your throat, "feeling possessive of our impending Mister Quick, are you, pet?" And you feel her fingers gentle on your cheek, taking your face in her hand and lifting you to look her in the eyes. Cracking your eyes open, you level a flat gaze at her. Also, you realise how long you must have been sleeping; it's sunset.

"Simply giving you space to form your own opinions of him, Ven," you told her, gaze sliding pointedly to Farleigh, who had splayed himself out on the opposing lounge chair. He stuck his tongue out at you.

"I'm a big girl, pet; I just want to know what you think, what I should expect."

God, the Catton siblings are phenomenal at playing innocent in a way that's completely and utterly unconvincing.

Venetia's still holding your face close, gaze sharp and demanding an answer. Maybe you should untangle yourself from her, from this conversation, but something about being around her always made you want to play along, even if out of spite.

"I think it doesn't matter what I say," you tell her softly, speaking with an honesty you don't often allow yourself around most of the Cattons, or even Farleigh, "nor do I think it matters what Farleigh says, no matter how cruel he is about Ollie," everything about your tone, your expression, the way your grip on her retracts as much as you're able, it comes as a surprise to her, and judging by your peripheries, Farleigh too, "you're going to want him, adore him; Oliver is unconventionally wonderful, and you are Venetia Catton."

"The actual fuck do you mean by that?" She pulls away, struggling to her feet with a scowl, and you relax fully into the spot she'd just abandoned. By this time you smile up at her, warm, adoring.

"I mean it is in your nature to love," it's not entirely a lie, but Venetia only sees the truth in it, the fondness. Her irritation softens, "I mean no opinion will ever matter above yours, and I know you, Ven; you're hardwired into your own brand of love at first sight." It's an incredibly, meticulously diplomatic cover for your earlier, far harsher statement. Farleigh's watching you like you're a magician before his very eyes; Venetia, thankfully, doesn't look at him.

Sitting back down gingerly on the edge of the lounge, she gives into your sweet words when you softly tell her you love her. She doesn't say it back - she never will - but she kisses you on the forehead before standing again.

"Almost thought you were being a bitch again," she tells you loftily, wrapping her towel around her waist like a skirt, cocking her hip, "and I've about had it up to here with you and your -"

"Yapping?" You supplied, playing up the canine allegations just to see the way she fails the hide the quirk of her lips, the dead give away that she's desperate to smile.

"Yapping, exactly." And she turns swiftly on her heel, trying her best to storm away. When you call out that you'll see her at dinner, she flips you off. If you look to Farleigh, you think you might be able to see the cogs turning in his mind. Slowly, his mouth opens, then there's a distinct look in his eyes that says he thinks better about whatever he was going to say, and he closes it once more.

"Spit it out."

"I actually don't think I will," at least he admits it, "I think I'm in awe of your way with words and I'm gonna keep the rest to myself," he looks out at the pool, at the grounds beyond it, tucking his hands behind his head.

"Farleigh -"

"No," he says firmer, and looks at you, but his expression isn't harsh, "I think you're right; I think we should have our own opinions, and I don't want mine to get in the way of our friendship," surprisingly, he sounds very genuinely sincere; it hits the centre of your chest, and you take a moment to consider his words. "Oliver Quick," still the barest bit of disdain, but he's clearly trying, "is someone you and my cousin clearly care about; end. Of. Sentence." It does look like it pains him to say, but you're grateful nonetheless.

For a very long time, the two of you lay in comfortable silence, side by side, as the sun turn the world gold-red-lilac-blue around you. Just as you feel like you should go and get dressed for supper, you can't help but try again.

"Come on, what were you going to say -?" You don't even finish the teasing question before Farleigh blurts out -

"Just how good was Oliver's dick for you to actually be this possessive of him before he even gets here?"

And the question makes you absolutely burst out laughing, a sound which Farleigh thankfully echoes. The cathartic release is greatly welcomed as you both stand. Wrapping your arm around Farleigh's waist as the two of you head back, but he's still waiting for the answer he knows you're not nearly too shy to give.

"I'm not possessive," you justify immediately, though Farleigh's snort gives away that he doesn't even begin to believe you, "but you can never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever tell Venetia -"

"That good?" Farleigh sounds incredibly sceptical, but you go quiet; you wonder if he can tell how smug you're being right now. Clearly, after a moment of silence, the disbelief in his voice gives him away; "seriously; that good?" You make an affirmative noise in the back of your throat, "okay," Farleigh actually sounds a little impressed, "Felix's jealousy makes a little more sense; I assume he knows?"

"Of course he knows," you shake your head dismissively, "and he's not jealous," anymore, you leave off the end.

"Am I jealous of you?" Farleigh murmurs, mostly as a joke, but knowing him there's at least part of him considering it, "who would have guessed; Oliver Quick."

For the first time when Farleigh says his name, there's only intrigue on his tongue.

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So Uncle Sam you're powered by belief in America right? Considering current events I'm not sure you're getting much belief huh.

(As this is the first question, gonna lay down some background. I want this to be as semi professional as I can make it) I met Sam on my lunch break where he normally hangs out, bringing my phone, my notepad and hopefully some questions from you all (I hadn't checked). Sam insisted it would be better if we did this someplace private. Bringing me down into the lower levels, past the labs where I sort artifacts into a disused conference area. He clicks the light switch in a specific rhythm which he tells me will disable the listening devices and cameras (we don't know what, if anything, the Perisphere's security is still feeding data to but putting a pin in that paranoia) He sits across from me at the table. I pour him a cup off coffee, I don't touch the stuff but he thanks me and I pull up my phone to the first question. Uncle Sam(US): "Should have known that it would be something contemporary..." *He crosses his arms and folds his legs, his lips tighten back and forth.* Me: "We can skip this one if you don't want t-" US: "No, no, it's a fair question. Being the way I am it's only right folks have got questions." *He tugs at his beard and sighs* "My friend. The untidy balancing act of my life is that both sides of the aisle think I'm rootin for the other guy." Me:"You mean the left thinks you're right. And the right thinks you're left?" US: "That's the modern way to say it, sure enough. To the progressives I'm a conservative icon. An image of the American empire, the army and congress and Tammany hall. To the conservatives I'm a naive softy, an idea for pinkos and reds and god knows what else. I don't know how to explain myself other than to repeat it for the 100th time." Me: "This is on the record, I'm certainly not going to stop you." US: *He sighs* "There's a lot more belief going around than you think. The fire at the base of my belly-" *He jabs himself in the sternum with his thumb* "Is the commandment "all men are created equal, endowed by their creator with certain inalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness." *He tips up his hat with his thumb, scratching the edge of his hairline* "Now I know the verbiage there is downright old fashioned. I can't apologize for it anymore than I can change it, but the heart of the matter is where it is. If you're out there, fighting to improve and hone and reforge the American experiment. You're fightin' with my hand on your shoulder." Me: "That sounds fairly progressive to my ear, but that might just be me." US: "Oh hell, the whole idea was radical back when we were throwing tea in the harbor. When John Brown stood on a gallows and showed half the country its ugly side. When a whole sprawl of folks stood on the national mall and said "I Have a Dream". It's just..." *He bites his lip* Me: "Some progressives are beyond that point now." US: *He sits up, nodding* "Same as it ever was. Using the right cause as an excuse to burn the whole thing down and spill a lot of blood along the way. That I won't never abide. Not in my nature. I saw revolutions to that effect. Saw where they lead. From a vantage not a lot of other folks get to have. Scares the sam hill out of me." *He pauses, waving the thought off* US: "Ah but those kinda folks'd never listen to me anyhow. Short answer turned long and then short again, I'm eatin' plenty, every time people keep that faith. On a march, in a parade, just help someone at risk with an open hand. Just...maybe believe there's some life left in this old Red, White and Blue? For me, folks?"

[armpirate]

UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 39

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.

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I roll on the bed, letting my arm fall lazily over her side of the bed, just to find it empty. I move my head up suddenly, only finding her sheets wrinkled and messed up towards the edge of the mattress. I stay in silence for long enough to hear some clicking metallic sounds coming from outside -probably the kitchen. 

As I step outside with a new pair of boxers, the smell of warm bread flies in the air. And I can't help but feel my stomach grunting in response automatically. Although something else also wakes up when I see her body in front of the door, only covered with one of my t-shirts, while she's concentrating on cutting something . 

My arms reach her body as if she had some type of magnetic pull in them, moving down the white fabric so I'm able to touch her skin directly while my lips shower her shoulder and neck with kisses until I reach her jaw. Her head instinctively moves to the side, allowing me to do what I want to do right now. 

—What are you preparing? —I rest my chin on her shoulder.

—Coffee, toasts —she points to the apples and the grapes—, and I wanted to cut some fruit, too. I wanted to do it before you woke up.

—Should I go back to bed and pretend I saw nothing?

—You should —she starts peeling one of the two apples—. You ruined the surprise.

Still thinking we aren't close enough, I move my hands over her hips, until my arms are wrapped around her waist, with my body fully glued to her -as it should- and my chin resting at the top of her head. 

—Babe, I can't move further from you now. Sorry —I hug her even tighter, making her cackle.

I tap her belly when I see her cutting the big grapes in two, asking her to give me some while she's at it. Raising her hand over her head, she gives me a full one before she gets to cut it. 

—Hmm, it's so sweet —I munch on the fruit, cheering and moving lightly, and also making her body move with mine. 

—Is it? —she looks back at me— Let me taste it.

Leaning in, I link her lips with mine in a soft kiss as soon as I get the chance. Fuck the grape, her mouth tastes even sweeter when she rolls her tongue on mine. Y/n turns on her feet, wrapping her arms around my neck to pull me closer.

The rub of her belly against me, mixed with the soft gasps that leave her lips every time our tongues touch make me groan in a needy way. 

I don't even want breakfast anymore. 

—I'm starving —I whisper when we break the kiss.

—I won't take long.

I chuckle, pinching her chin before I lean over her again, rubbing her lips on mine. 

—I'm not starving for food.

My fingers tangle on the elastic of my boxers -that are now wrapped around her hips-, sliding them down her legs until they fall around her ankles. She doesn't stop me. Instead, she kicks the boxers away without taking her eyes off me. I lift her body, laying it on the counter and feeling her whole body squirm at the first contact with the cold surface. Although I want to see that same reaction over something else. 

I kneel in front of her, digging my tongue and lips through her folds with no previous preparation and no teasing. Her breath gets faster when I twirl my tongue around her clit, and she tries to find support on the counter and my head -pushing my bangs away while her palm finds its resting place at the back. She looks so beautiful when she's trying to control herself, pressing her lips together and fighting her own eyes from closing whenever I look up to her. 

I slide two fingers inside, moving them rhythmically in and out. Just hearing the squeaks and her whines got me hard and ready for her, the bulge fighting the fabric of my boxers while looking for freedom. 

—I can't get enough of you —I kiss her inner thigh, still moving my fingers.

—I know —she opens her eyes—, and I really need you to fuck me now.

I help her take the t-shirt off with my free hand, going instantly at her breasts to capture one of her hard nipples with my lips. The fingers of my right hand keep being knuckles deep in her, feeling her inside squeezing my digits tight every time I move them, while I add my thumb on her clit to the reasons why she's a moaning mess right now. 

I move my hand away and let go of her nipple, biting the space in between her two breasts and getting ready to thrust in her. When I'm ready to lining myself to her entrance, I'm aware there's nothing covering me right now. 

—Fuck, the condom —I mutter.

Y/n cackles at my reaction, just watching me running out of the kitchen and seeing me back with the bright wrapping in between two of my fingers. I barely take any time to slide my boxers down and wrap myself around the latex. 

Her warmth hugs me tight the second I thrust inside, making me feel a bit like heaven when I'm fully inside. 

—You feel so good —I moan, once I'm balls deep in her pussy.

I sway my hips, holding her by her thighs to keep her spread and as close to my body as possible. She holds onto my shoulders, moving her hips against mine to moan a bit louder when she gets the friction she was looking for in between our bodies. 

—Kook —her voice cracks, breathing into me when I lean closer just to trace her lips with my tongue—, you fuck me so good.

She's the only thing I can focus on right now. The way her eyebrows are slightly frowned while she's trying hard to keep her eyes on me, head up straight while the rest of her body bounces every time I move against her. 

—Fuck, sorry.

Y/n screams when she's aware of that third voice, and my heart jumps at my throat when I'm aware of who's the owner of said voice. Before I'm able to react, Y/n hides her face on my chest, hugging tight to my body. 

—I had the earphones on —I see Mark's worried expression when I look at him over my shoulder—, and you never bring girls here... I'll wait for you outside.

She looks at me, moving her hands away from her face when we hear the front door closing. And I just sigh, letting my head fall heavily on her shoulder, while thinking deeply it's time I take the keys away from both Mark and Soo. 

—I forgot he'd come to pick me up today.

—You think he saw me?

—I don't know —I kiss her neck—. He never uses those fucking keys, and decided to use them today —I mutter annoyed.

While I know Mark will tease the shit out of me once I step outside, I think it's something Jungkook from the future should worry about. At least that's what I think when I see her snake necklace shining and falling perfectly on the valley of her breasts.

—Where were we?

—You were leaving —she giggles when I whine annoyed—. Don't act like we don't have a lot of time to actually do this —she pecks my lips.

We do. But I'll still kill Mark when I see him. 

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Y/n moves nervously when she stops at the front door, walking in circles as I make my way to her after parking the motorbike nearby. 

I knew all her confidence when she mentioned she wanted to tell our friends about us was temporary. While lying on the couch, just cuddling into each other watching a movie, she raised her head and looked at me, saying how she wanted to have a normal relationship, how she found no reason to keep hiding what we had going on from our friends. She smiled so wide when I agreed with her, and now she's close to having a heart attack. 

I get it though. First big group of friends, first serious boyfriend she has to introduce... It's normal that she's nervous. It's something new for her. 

I give her a smile, walking to her before I wrap my arms around her shoulders, trying to calm her down. 

—Why are you so nervous?

—What if Soo hates me for dating you? What if she thinks I only became friends with her to get close to you?

—Was that what happened? —I joke— Cocktease, she won't think any of those things. I bet she'll go crazy when she knows you're the girl I've been talking about.

And she indeed went crazy when I told her the real reason for the gathering when I called her this morning. She started to plan double dates, family holidays and shit I've never heard her saying when I dated Leslie. I even had to stop her at some point to remind her she supposedly doesn't know anything about us, so she should play it cool when we tell her. And she agreed to it, only because she didn't want to upset Y/n.

So, Soo hating Y/n? If confessing our relationship might do something, it'll be bringing them closer. 

I kiss her forehead, allowing her to lead the way inside the pub. Our group is already inside, talking loudly and laughing at their own jokes when they see us arriving together. I have to keep gesturing to Soo to slow down and keep her excitement to herself when she starts smiling a bit too big. 

We hang out like we usually do, it's all jokes and laughs, and slowly our big group divides into two without realizing -and until Melanie comes up with the key question.

—Jungkook, you said you had something to tell us —she gets my attention, interrupting my conversation with Mark—. When are you going to tell us?

—Well, actually... —I look at her, which makes everyone look at her as well— We have something to tell you.

I look at her, waiting for her approval and confidence to speak up. She slightly nods, hinting a tiny smile, but we're interrupted either way when Melanie speaks up. 

—You two are dating —Melanie simply says.

She looks at me surprised, and I look at her just the same way, before she moves her eyes back to our group of friends. Although my gaze instantly hooks with Soo, who shakes her head fast at my accusing look. 

—You knew? —Y/n asks.

—We all knew —Soo shrugs.

I'm going to kill her.

—For how long? —I try to play dumb, hoping Soo doesn't fuck it up. 

—Quite a while —Tammy answers now—. It's not like you two were great at hiding.

—Wait, you three knew? —Mark looks at my sister confused.

—I knew you had something going on when you showed up in the training and went straight to her —Soo answers, looking back at us—. And the other day at the hospital it just confirmed it for me.

I sigh deeply, feeling my heart rate going back to normal. 

—I knew about it last night —Mel puckers her lips—. I left something in the pub, and when I was returning there, I saw you two making out.

—I didn't know at a particular moment —Tammy shrugs—. When you were mad, she was mad. When Y/n was back at talking about the mysterious guy, you were back at talking about the mysterious girl. You also kept staring at each other whenever you were in the same place... I didn't know you were dating, but it was obvious there was something going on.

—Wait —Mark says—, so you are the one I saw this morning?

I close my eyes, wishing he hadn't brought that up. Y/n's head rests on my shoulder as she nods slowly. And thank god no one talks about it more than it should be talked about. 

—I can't believe you didn't tell me —I hear Soo's voice, forcing myself to look up and finding her walking to Y/n—.But oh my god, you two look so cute together —she comes to hug her.

—Soo, you'll scare her away.

And while I was trying to sound repressive, I smile big when she hugs Y/n tight and also raises her thumb to let me know everything is going well. 

Y/n looks calmer and more relaxed as I look at her from afar, while waiting for my drink. We should've done this way sooner. 

—Kook, it's been a while since I've seen you around —Brooke gets my attention.

—I've been coming quite often, just not when you are around —I simply state.

 —Are you still mad about what happened?

—You mean when you took a picture of my girlfriend without her consent, and tried to play a narrative that was convenient for you? —Brooke's lips tremble at my tone— Yes, I'm still mad. You crossed a limit you shouldn't have crossed. Just be thankful I didn't tell Tae what you do instead of working. 

When the other waiter hands me my beer, I walk back to where our group of friends are sitting, wrapping my arm on Y/n's shoulder and kissing her temple to make her aware of my presence. 

I was dying to act like this. 

—Everything okay? 

—Everything okay, babe —I answer. 

Later into the night, she and Mel go together to the bathroom, and it's when Soo approaches me excitedly. I knew she was waiting for the perfect timing. 

—You're so cute together —she shakes my arm—. My little brother is so in love —I move away when she pinches my cheek—. Now, seriously. I'm really happy for you two —she assures me—. And I really hope you two last for as long as possible. I want to go to a wedding. 

—You might go to a wedding —I mutter, taking a sip of my beer. 

Before Soo can even ask what I'm talking about, Mel comes back to the table by herself, something that makes Soo and I ask about Y/n. 

—She's asking for a refill. 

We both look over our shoulders to where Y/n is, and we both are well aware of what's going on between her and Brooke. I don't need to look at my girlfriend to know, it's enough with Brooke's intimidated expression. 

—No wonder she's your girlfriend —Soo breathes. 

—That's my girl —I shrug. 

—Good for her though. It was about time someone put a stop to Brooke. 

I frown at Soo's comment, making her almost choke on her drink when she tried to explain herself. 

—You were the only one who didn't notice how she threw herself at you constantly —she rolls her eyes. 

When I look back at the counter, Y/n is already making her way back to the table with a satisfied smile. 

—I just cleared some things up —she simply answers when I ask her what happened. 

I smile proud, bringing her closer to me to give her a kiss on her shoulder. Yep, this is indeed my girl. 

[rachi-roo]

Also, I literally thought of this while writing the other one, but what would you think of Shinsou running into Tomo? >w<

-Panda/Black Feathers

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My Hero Academia: Stranger danger.

Weeeee!!! More Tomohiro action! I'm amazed by how much love my OC had gotten XD Thank you @hexalianrebel-blackfeathers and @cupcake-spice13 !!!! Thought I'd combine these two asks since my writer's block is being a menace again 😭❤️

Summary: A gloomy Shinso is confronted by the local tickle monster.

Lee!Shinso, Ler!Tomohiro OC

Tw: Footer tiggles.

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The warm breeze shifted through Shinsos hair as he sat alone on a park bench, his legs crossed comfortably on the old planks, tossing the last of his grapes to the ducks that had been circling in the lake a few feet in front of him.

He had a sad expression on his features. Slumped shoulders, glassy eyes, lazy hand movements. He was wearing his hero costume, with his capture cloth bundled on the seat by his side. Today hadn't been a good day for him.

A loud sigh escaped his lips. "Stupid..."

"Why so blue kid?" Shinso turned his head at the voice behind him, seeing a fluffy-haired boy grinning at him. He blinked, looking the boy up and down as other did the same in return, squinting slightly at Shinso.

"Blue? Wait." The boy closed one eye. "Oh, purple. Hehe. Colour blind." He then casually took a seat beside Shinso. "But you do look a little down in the dumps."

Shinso rolled his eyes, folding his arms across his chest. "I'm fine."

"Nnnoooo you're not. I can see it, riiiight there." The boy chuckled, pressing a finger against Shinsos cheek. "Sadness. Sad Shinso."

"How do you know my name?"

"I was at the sports festival. Row eight, seat 13B. You have one hell of a quirk." He took a bag of cashews from his pocket, popping a few in his mouth. "Mh. Names Tomo. Want one?" This boy was very talkative. Shinso declined the cashew offer, shaking his head.

"No thank you."

"M'kay. So, wanna talk?"

"About what?"

"What's making you sad, duuuh."

Shinso sighed, this boy was something else. Way too chatty for his liking. And waaay too comfortable talking to strangers. Much like a certain green-haired boy who had gotten very attached to him since their first meeting at the sports festival.

There was something familiar about this boy though, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. "There's nothing to talk about. Besides, I don't know you. I don't do trauma dumping on strangers."

"Aaah, true. You heroes really are noble guys, always looking out for us civilians." Tomo nodded, enjoying a few more cashews. "But. Who's taking care of you guys?"

"We can take care of ourselves." Shinso shrugged, earning a chuckle from the other.

"Oho really?" He raised a hand, smiling playfully starting to draw a figure of eight in the air continuously.

"Yes, really. That's what we're trained to- Ghk!?" Shinso stammered, suddenly hugging his stomach as he felt the light touch of a finger tracing over his belly. The sensation was tingly, making him shudder as a few suprised giggles slipped through his defence.

Tomo chuckled at his reaction, continuing his slow tease. "Something the matter?" The look on Tomos face made it very clear that this was his doing.

"Knock it ohoff." Shinso grumbled through gritted teeth, holding back his giggling as best he could.

The grin on Tomos cheeks turned into a shit-eating smirk. He said nothing as he raised a second hand, making poking gestures this time, sending a jolt of tickly pressure to Shinso's ribs.

"Ah! Hehey! Stop d-oing thahat! Y-You weirdo!"

Tomo paused, narrowing his eyes with a knowing smirk. He knew exactly how Shinsos quirk worked after the sports festival and he wasn't about to let him take over.

Shinsos heart raced, he knew wasn't getting out of this.

"I sahaid stop! C'mohon! Y-You can't just- AHA!" The tickling sensation travelled upwards, turning into scribbles under his arms. "Noho! Hahaha!" He curled in on himself and flopped onto his side on the bench, jamming his hands up under his arms to try and block the feeling. "Plehease!"

His purple locks flopped about as he shook his head, rolling onto his back with his feet kicking happily. That's when it clicked. This is the boy who Aizawa was talking about!

"T-Tomohoho! You- Gahaha! Villain!" He made a grab for his capture cloth, only to have it snatched away and put on the grass out of reach.

Tomo just made a tutting sound, shaking his head as he continued his attack. Now moving to assault Shinso's soles, skittering up and down relentlessly.

"PFF- Ahaha! NO! Nonono! Not- AHAHA!" Poor Shinso flailed helplessly, sliding off the bench and onto the grass. He never even realised how ticklish his feet were until now. It was pleasantly unbearable. "MEHERCY!"

Tomo stood over the gloomy hero, looking down at him with a genuine smile. He still wasn't talking, not wanting to risk being controlled, but Shinso just having to look at his wriggling fingers and gently gaze was teasing enough for him.

The hero's boots pressed into the grass as he arched his back, wailing with laughter. His cheeks had colour to them now. A warm red glow to match his red ears and bright smile.

"Ehehehe! I-I cahan't-! I can't take ihihit!" He rolled onto his side, bringing his knees to his chest, a hiccup popping through his endless giggling. "Tohomo! *hic* Pl-Ehehe!"

Tomohiro reached a hand down, petting Shinso's hair softly with a smile. "Keep your chin up, hero." He then turned on his heels, whistling a tune as he headed down the path out of the park. His quirk still linked to Shinso, meaning he could keep tickling him a while longer after he was gone.

"Ahaha! Haha! D-Damn ihit!" The tears in Shinsos eyes were blinked away as the tickling switched to soft pokes again, up and down his ribs and tummy making him jump and giggle quietly. He stayed sat by the lake, deciding it was best to wait for the tickling to stop before he tried walking home. That would be embarrassing.

"Ehehe! Hah. I-I'mma gehet y-ou! For thihis..." He smiled to himself as he hid his flustered face in his hands. That was the most fun he had in a while.

[99liv3s]

Hey! I know I'm in the queue at the moment but I thought of another idea. Feel free to submit new asks before me.

Name: Andrea

Age: 30

Eye color: Light blue

Hair color: Bleach blonde

Body: 5'9" tall, muscular with broad shoulders and a big belly.

Personality: Known publically as a strong and silent bodybuilder, she can be quite sensitive with a low pain tolerance.

Additional info: Andrea seeks the clinic for its kind doctors. Her family is known for having strong, big babies. She can be quite fidgety and restless, which makes it hard to keep her strapped in stirrups.

Sweat trickled down from Andrea's blonde hair as she rode the contraction, her light blue eyes shut tightly in a painful grimace. The baby was pushing, and though Andrea was quite a strong, muscular woman, she was also quite sensitive in her lower body, and each push felt like the big baby was going to rip her birth canal open permanently. "Good, you're doing so good," the kind young midwife coached her. The midwife's name was also Andrea, and so the two of them had bonded over this funny little coincidence as the 30 year old mother had first gone into labor. To avoid confusion, the midwife told her to call her Rea, a nickname her friends already were using for her, and Andrea had agreed. That had been two hours ago, and labor had sped up rapidly since then.

"Come on, I know how strong you are, you can do it," Rea said as Andrea fidgeted in the stirrups, letting out a loud moan as the baby's head burst through her birth canal roughly. "Oooowwwww," Andrea called out as her body pushed, pain surging through her back and legs. Rea massaged Andrea's legs gently as the contractions continued. Andrea could feel it moving down slowly and could also feel her hips widening to accommodate the child she was pushing out of her. "Ooh, it feels big!" Andrea moaned. "It's big, isn't it?" Rea reached a few fingers into Andrea and felt around. "Yeah, it is," the midwife responded. "Good news, though, the head is right there!" "A few more pushes and it'll be out!"

After a few minutes of Andrea grunting and moaning, giving very strong and intense pushes, the baby's head became visible in her vagina. She pushed more, and her folds began to open as the head emerged, and kept opening as the head emerged, and emerged, and emerged. "OH OW OW OW AHHHHH IT HURTS!" Andrea exclaimed as the pain of her sensitive vagina stretching around the large head hit her full force, and yet it was still opening even wider. She had expected this somewhat when she had gotten pregnant, as her family had always had fairly large babies, she being one of them. However, she was not expecting pregnancy to increase her sensitivity in her lower body, especially her pussy, 20-fold! It was the most painful sensation she had ever experienced in her life, and yet the head was still coming. "Don't stop pushing," Rea ordered as Andrea continued in one large push, running out of breath. "Don't stop or else the head might go back in, and we'll struggle to get it out again!" Andrea did not think she could stop even if she wanted to, as her body seemed to have come to the same conclusion Rea had. She panted as the push continued, trying to keep from passing out from the pain. After another minute, there was a pop of fluids as the head finally fully emerged, and Andrea slumped back onto the bed, panting out of breath. That one push had lasted for three minutes straight, and though the head was out, the pain in her vagina and lower body was a constant burn and throb. "Catch your breath," Rea said soothingly as she felt around the head for a cord. "Don't touch my p...puss..." Andrea began, but Rea reassured her that she would be as careful as she could, knowing how sensitive Andrea's vagina now was. "No cord, we're good," Rea reported. "We're almost done!" "Push whenever you are ready, Andrea!" "I can't do this anymore," the tired mother moaned out, crying slightly. "Yes you can," Rea argued. "You are strong, and you got that huge head out!" "I know it hurts, but you can do this!" "Just a little more!" With a huge cry of effort as well as pain, Andrea pushed and felt the baby's huge body leave her after another two minutes. "It's a boy," Rea said happily over the baby's crying. "17 pounds!!" Rea looked over and saw that Andrea had passed out in relief and exhaustion. Smiling, she took the newborn over to the nearby table and began examining him.

(Your character rolled an 8 = Single baby birth)

[fieldofdaisiies]

Ars Amatoria | ch. XI

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Elucien AU word count: 2,9k words warnings: none

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It feels so right and it feels so good. Here in his arms. Here in Lucien’s strong and warm arms. She has no idea when throughout the night she has ended up in his hold, but actually she does not care. The sensation is too delightful to worry about anything else. Elain takes a deep breath, her nostrils instantly filled with Lucien's enchanting scent. She hums softly, sensing the tall man behind her stir, as he wraps his arm snugly around her.

 “You smell nice. Like a flower.” Lucien's hoarse morning voice dances over her skin like a feather, and leaves goosebumps in its wake. Elain’s body goes rigid as something in her lower belly tightens. 

This feels more than right. This is exactly where Elain belongs. Right in his arms. These thoughts greeted Lucien upon waking up, he can't help but smile, his lips pressed gently against her soft hair. He squeezes her tenderly, wanting to bring her even closer, cherishing every precious moment of this early morning. 

Elain feels the hard press of her husband’s chest against her back, his body touching hers in every place and she finds herself relishing this feeling. "You are so hard,” she mumbles, eyes slowly adjusting to the early morning sunlight. 

Lucien chuckles deeply behind her, his hard chest vibrating against hers. “If you only knew, my lady." 

He gives her another little squeeze before drawing back his arm and flopping onto his back. “As much as I hate leaving this bed right now, we have to go back on the road. I assume the carriage is already waiting for us.” 

A sad feeling, mixed with a hint of frustration, overcomes Elain and she pouts her lips. She does not want to leave this bed right now. She wants to stay here forever if it means Lucien would keep his arm around her. But she of course understands the urgency of them having to leave so early in the morning. If they leave that early they can reach their first stop before dusk, which is a safety measure they have to take. They should not travel in the night, in the darkness.

As Lucien stretches his arms and legs, and cranes his neck, the bones in his body crack audibly. His feet touch the bottom bed frame, while Elain, rolling over, discovers herself gazing at him once again. She is captivated by him.

“You are quite tall,” Elain silently observes and would love nothing more than to just slap her hand over mouth. Obviously her traitorous mouth would form an alliance with her traitorous brain and just say the things she thinks out loud. 

The deep rumble of Lucien’s chuckle fills the room and once again makes the hair on Elain’s body stand. She glimpses up at him so she can face him better and folds her hand under her cheek. Lucien turns his head to look down at her, smiling. “Well, I guess you can say so. You are not quite that tall.” He grins then, his mind already wandering to a place where he lifts her into his arms, carries her around, preferably to their shared bed and—

Lucien cuts his thoughts short and wipes his hand down his face. Elain’s expression has changed and Lucien gathers that what he said has caused her mood to dim. He does not understand, though. The corners of her mouth are a little downcast, her eyes lacking a little bit of their sparkle. 

“I didn’t mean to offend you. I had no intention to make this sound negative. I find it…quite lovely, sweet, I have to admit. You being shorter is not bad, I just stated a fact.” 

The corner of his mouth tugs up, forming a sheepish smile on his face that Elain can only return with a small grin. 

Once again her thoughts started to go to a place where she compared herself to all the tall and slender women in Italy, who were so lithe, and had those long legs. But if Lucien finds it —her— lovely, she really wants to believe him. “You think so?” 

“I think so, yes.” Lucien reaches over to her, his index finger carefully brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “And I also still firmly believe that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” 

There is so much admiration in his russet eyes, so much warmth, if Elain stood it would make her knees buckle. She leans into his touch, her eyes fully focused on his, on his long lashes when he blinks his eyes, on the scar on the one side of his face. He leans forward a little, so close his breath is tingling her skin. 

“I bet you tell that every woman,” Elain jokes, a little bit of mischief glowing in her eyes. Lucien drags his index and middle finger down her cheek and then, as softly as possible, flicks her nose. “You are the only one I tell this to, my lovely wife.” His smile is genuine as he says so, his head leaning in a big more. Elain chortles softly, tipping her chin up so she can get just an inch closer. They are breathing the same air, there are only mere inches between their faces. Elain's eyes start to close and—

 A loud knock from the door startles them both and they sit up in bed in one quick movement. Elain pouts her lips, feeling like she has just been caught doing something she should not have done. Although she has just been lying in bed with her husband, exchanging some sweet words and touches. 

“Yes?” Lucien asks, his voice a little raspy and tinged with annoyance. He brushes his hands through his long auburn her, untangling some strands when they wait for an answer.

“The carriage is ready. Messer Mancini has told me to inform you.” 

With a thank you, they accept the information and waste no moment to gather their things, get dressed and ready for the journey back which will them take to some important cities for small stops and also to Modena for an important meeting with no other than Kallias D’Inverno, Duke of Modena. 

Just as the carriage arrives in Piacenza for a small stop they finish the breakfast they have taken along with them for on the road. The carriage comes to a stop and Elain can barely hold herself still. She desperately needs to relief herself, having been wiggling around on the bench in the carriage for the past hour. As the carriage driver opens the door, Elain makes a beeline for the nearest possibility to pee, meaning a public toilet house where there is a row of stone seats you can do your business into. 

Lucien, his arms crossed in front of his chest, leans against the carriage as he waits for her. “Quite a calm day today here,” he comments, directing his question towards the carriage driver. The elder man only grumbles some incomprehensible words into his beard before he goes back to letting the horses drink from a bucket full of water. 

Lucien observes his surroundings, squinting his eyes at the narrow alleyway that Elain disappeared in. He watches the people who pass by, assessing them carefully. You never know who you can trust and who not. And somehow Lucien can’t shake of the unpleasant sensation of being watched, but that is probably just in his mind. He leans his head against the carriage and closes his eyes, drawing in a deep breath as the sun warms his skin. 

It is only when Elain finally appears again, elegantly strolling back to the carriage, that Lucien is filled with a sense of relief. He hasn’t been worried, but something about not seeing her anymore and having to wait for her return made him feel a little uneasy. He smiles brightly when she walks up to him and he helps her climb back into the carriage. 

“Apologies for taking so long. I wanted to wait until no one else was in the room. I hope you understand.” Lucien signals the driver that they can carry on. And, of course, he understands and also tells her so. The journey to Modena is quite uneventful, very calm and most of the time the two of them doze in the carriage. 

When dawn arrives, so do they in the city Modena where they are warmly welcomed by Duke Kallias d’Inverno and his eight month pregnant wife Viviane. They are led into a big dining room, made of the most beautiful white marble. They dine there before the important business discussions start. As it is the norm for women at that time, both Elain and Viviane keep silent during their husbands discussions, only speaking from time to time when they are directly addressed. 

“Money is good and great, we could gladly accept the 10000 fiorini d’oro, but I don’t think it quite suffices. There is something else I might ask of you.” 

Viviane, sitting next to her husband and opposite Elain, starts to shake her head, some strong emotion, almost something like fear or utter disbelief etched into her features. 

Kallias only turns to her and closes his eyes for a moment. “With her limp she will find no husband otherwise,” he tells his wife in a low voice. “It is about our oldest daughter. She once got hit by a carriage and limps since then. Briar. We are looking for a husband for her.” Lucien exchanges a look with Elain and then he parts his mouth, not quite sure what he should answer. “I understand and I am deeply sorry this happened to her, but how can we help?”

Kallias folds his hand on the table, the pain about having to marry her off also obvious in his blue eyes. He does not want to do it, but he wants her to have a husband, she deserves this kind of luck as well. 

“I was wondering if you have a possible suitor for her. If you maybe know a noble man she could wed. Another brother or a cousin?” 

Lucien takes a moment to think and the only person that comes to his mind is Jurian, who is no option — for more than one reason. He would first of all murder him if he wed him off, he has a girlfriend and he is no noble man. 

Lucien looks at Elain who is nibbling on her lower lip, her gaze trained on a mark in the wood on the table in front of her. She looks like she is deep in thought, and somehow plagued by one thought currently coursing through her mind. She tilts her head a little, and glances up at Lucien. Then her lips part, her voice barely above a whisper, and she says, “What about Tamlin?”

The moment the words are spoken, the fire of regret sparks alive in her chest. She is doing the same to the girl that has been done to her, only difference is that Lucien is a good man, but Tamlin might not be. Why she said it, Elain doesn’t really know herself. But she wanted to make a contribution, show that she also knows things and that she can help. She wonders if she did it to prove something to Lucien — look, how amazing I am, I can come up will brilliant ideas that will hurt another person. But she just wanted to also say something, to also be important one day, to make a suggestion that could actually work. Lucien told her about what their father said, them and the Hybern family somehow forming and ally through marriage…. Killing two birds with one stone…or so, is what she wanted to do with her suggestion. 

Elain swallows, her husband’s eyes on her. He looks surprised, and tilts his head from one side to the other. 

“My wife is right, we might have someone.” 

Lucien explains the situation to Kallias, who seems a little wary, but more and more starts to approve of the idea. He watches both Elain and her husband closely, reading their expressions, asking questions and discussing certain things. However, Elain finds herself too consumed by her own tormenting thoughts, contemplating the possibility of having shattered the poor girl's life, to truly concentrate on the current discussion.

She retires earlier than Lucien, saying she is tired from the journey and just wants to catch a bit of sleep before they continue on the next that. Lucien and Kallias are in deep conversation about the pope when Elain slides out of the room and Viviane shows her to her chambers. “I see you are not quite sure about your suggestion, am I right?” Viviane asks when she shows Elain to her room. Elain turns to her, wondering if she has really been so obvious. Well, she has. 

“I am sorry, it sounds silly. I first made the decision and then regret it.” She gives her head a little shake, but Viviane places her hand on Elain’s shoulder. “Not silly at all. We can have further thoughts about certain ideas we suggest. I don’t think it is a bad idea at all. It will make your banks allies again, and it will also secure our alliance. And also our daughter will finally find a husband, she has been longing and hoping for so long.” A sad smile spreads over Viviane's face when she says so. “My marriage was arranged as well and I am happy. Yours was as well, and you don’t seem too sad about it. Maybe, or hopefully, hers will be as well. I am just sad she will live so far away from then on.” 

Elain nods, politely thanking Viviane for her words of assurance. They are like balm to Elain’s plagued heart. A heavy sigh slips through Elain’s lips and she thanks her again, telling her good night and then she slips into her room. She does not bathe this evening, only lets herself fall head first into the bed, wringing with her mind until she eventually falls asleep. 

✢ ✢ ✢

“What is on your mind, my lady?” Having previously pointed out various things about the landscape to Elain, Lucien leans back from the window of the carriage. Elain was mostly only responding to his observations with a simple “mhm”, her mind too full with thoughts to really focus on her husband.

“Something is bothering you. You can tell me. You are my wife, you can always tell me.” 

They are shortly past Bologna then, the sun shining brightly in the cloudless sky. Lucien has just remarked that they are finally nearing a forest which is good as the inside of the carriage heats up quickly and they could really need the time in the cooler forest. 

Her eyebrows are drawn close when Elain lifts her gaze to Lucien and gives her head a little shake. “I just wanted to make an important contribution. I just wanted to be important and now I think I ruined the young girl's life.”

 Lucien doesn’t understand immediately, but when awareness dawns on him he feels an immense wave of empathy for Elain. People with power often have to make decision they later regret or that weigh heavy on them. What Elain suggested is nothing in comparison to what Eris or even he himself already had to do, did.

“Elain,” he softly says, reaching forward to take his wife’s hands into his. “It was a good idea, and I think it benefits a lot of people. Tamlin, deep in his heart, is not a bad man, and I think he will be able to treat her well. Both and Eris and I will make sure he does, or we will skin him alive.” 

Lucien is no anymore so fond of his former friend, things have changed over the past years, but maybe a woman on his side won’t be a bad idea. 

He softly squeezes Elain’s hands, looking deep into her eyes. “And you are important. Not because of this suggestion. You always are important. Every day. To me you are important. Not only because you are my wife. I might not have shown you, but I really—“

The carriage takes a sharp turn, making both Elain and Lucien slam against the walls. Suddenly many noises engulf them. Everything is loud around them. Voices, the neighing of horses, the barking of dogs, and the clashing of swords.

Sharp fear blooms in Elain’s chest as her breathing turns erratic. One of the wheels of the carriage hits something hard, tosses her and Lucien up and once again against the wall. 

“Fucking hell,” Lucien curses, trying to keep his hold on Elain. Another sharp turn and the wheels lift of the ground. It feels like time stands still for a moment, Elain’s temple aching fiercely from where she hit the carriage wall and something wet pools above her eye. She feels weightless, like no gravity exists, and then the carriage flips over, turns and turns and neither of them can brace themselves for the harsh landing that comes a second later. Wood splinters, something pierces Elain’s ribcage and she whines under her breath. With one final flip the carriage slams against a tree and groans loudly. Elain’s head smacks against the wall and the last words she hears before sweet oblivion falls over her  is, “Dead. They are dead. Tell your master we have taken care of the problem.” 

Elain's eyes fall shut a moment later, her thoughts with Lucien, if his heart is still beating in his chest or if those men outside were correct. 

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[hongjoongscafe]

Ding Dong

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Pairing: Jungkook×reader

Genre/warnings: implied smut, nudity, stupidity

Summary: their first sex.

Word count: 729

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After two months of dating, they finally decided to take the next step. The new love is always hungry for the lover's touch.

Now, here they are, Jungkook and the love of his life. They drove back to his house after their date. Craving too much of each other's touch—taste, it was getting hard to focus on opening the door when she was kissing him hungrily.

Jungkook picked her up, legs locking around his tiny waist. She started unbuttoning his shirt and threw it in the hallway.

They were trying to come even closer. Their tongues were tangled up with each other. His hands were caressing her butt whereas her hands were tugging his hair.

He let out a moan in her mouth. "Baby, you are gonna kill me tonight."

Finally, stumbling into the bedroom he gently laid her on the bed and swiftly removed the wrap dress from her gorgeous figure, left in black lingerie.

"I think I can cum just by looking at you," he hovered over her, kissing and sucking the sweet spot on her neck. "So gorgeous. Where were you before?" He moaned.

She rolled him over and hopped on top of him. "I was waiting for the right time," they giggled.

She started leaving open mouth kisses on his chest, abs, lower abdomen. Finally, unbuttoning his pants, she removed them along with the boxers. The long and thick cock stood proudly, making her drool.

Chuckling, she lowered herself bringing her face in front of his dick, admiring its beauty.

"You like my ding dong?" Jungkook asked. She looked at him and then his cock.

"hahaHaHAHAHAHAAA... your- HAHAHA- ding dong!?" She laughed.

Her hilarious laugh made him cackle up.

"What?"

"You call your cock 'ding dong'?"

"It seems like it... Look," he held his ding dong from the base and wiggled it left to right. "See, ding dong ding dong," she was laughing hard while holding her belly. His voice was funny too. He sounded so drunk for some reason.

"You are so cute," she lovingly caressed his thighs.

"Come on! Play with my ding dong! It's so hard:( give him attention. Lick him, kiss him, suck him. Play with it!" Still wiggling it. "My ping pongs hurt too," he whined.

"Your ping pongs?" She settled in between his legs in a criss-cross apple sauce position. Her knees resting on his thicc thighs.

Jungkook lowered his free hand and patted his balls, "ping pong~."

"STOOOHAHAHAP." she rolled backward while laughing.

"Noooo. Come here my ding dong needs attentionnnnn," he whined again.

She took a deep breath and held his ding dong in her hands. "Well, Mr. Ding dong and Mr. Ping pongzzz, I'll take good care of you," she chuckled and pumped him while kissing the crown and finally took him in her mouth. Giving him the proper attention he asked for.

Before he could cum, he flipped her over and unclipped her bra, and slid down her panties. He caressed her wet folds gently. Circling his fingers on the soft bud. "As much as I wanna have a taste of you, I can't wait anymore. So, I'm gonna skip that. Is that oky, gorgeous lady?" He sucked her nipple.

"Mhmmm. Yeah," she moaned. "Oh, fuuuck," she moaned louder when his tip entered her. She was, somehow, already feeling full. He did have a monster ding dong.

"Baby~ it's the warmest and the tightest grapefruit I ever had. So fucking good," her moans turned into cute laughs.

"Jungkook, honey," she held his cheeks in between her hands. "You dirty talking?" She asked and he looked into her eyes with his innocent doe eyes��� while doing not so innocent thing.

Taking that as a yes, she pecked his lips softly. That was the softest kiss be ever received. "Just fuck me, oky?" She pecked his whole face softly.

It was the best fun sex they ever had. Not to lie, his ding dong reached the best places which she didn't even know existed.

Maybe someone else will find this annoying but she was the happiest, knowing that her man was the kindest and the funniest. They were happy just the way they are. His dirty talking was the cutest feature of his.

They were cuddled up in the bed after a shower, close to drifting off to sleep when Jungkook kissed her shoulder from behind and said—

"We should do ding donging more."

[sparklingchim]

fiery mornings; m | pjm

pairing: jimin × reader

word count: 3k

genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, idol!jimin

warnings: swearing, fingering, protected sex, some breast play

summary: waking up with jimin, but add a little spice to it 🌶

a/n: hello lovely people! i didn't proof read this because it's almost midnight for me now and i'm really tired but luckily tomorrow is saturday 😴 i hope you like it! and have a good morning, day, evening or night❤ i'm heading to bed now💤

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The sun peeking through the curtains and encasing the room with crumbs of light is what wakes you up.

These stupid blinds - that you hated as soon as you slept over at Jimin's place for the first time - were not doing their job properly. The sun overflowing his room every damn morning woke up everytime. You'd like to get more sleep because - let's not lie - Jimin and you don't go to sleep very early with both your needy and touchy hands when you lay in bed at night time. However, Jimin didn't care about your aversion against the blinds - he wasn't the one waking up due to them though... - and said something about them looking cozy and domestic.

You really tried to erase the thought of just ripping them down and buying him some new ones that don't let any sunlight shine so annoyingly in the room, but you hold back. But it's really tempting...

You stretch your arm to the nightstand, tapping on your phone to see what time it is. 7 am? Oh, how bad you want to rip these blinds off.

Nonetheless, the warmness of the sheets that you're both tucked under and Jimin's body radiating a comforting glow around you makes you stay in bed.

Jimin's arm is loosely wrapped around your stomach, his body pressed against you from the back. You glance back at him, his nose pressed against your spine and eyes still closed. Your heart softens at that doting sight, seeing him innocently sleeping. No worries in his mind, but only disguising his features in a tranquil state. Jimin is finally able to gett as much rest as he wants and needs after coming home from the tour.

You push some strands of his hair that are falling into his face away. The need to place kisses all over his puffy adorable face looms inside you, but you stop yourself from doing that, so you don't ruin his peaceful slumber that he's currently in.

Instead you could prepare some breakfast for him, so when he decides do wake up he has a delicious meal prepared for him. You think of some dishes that you could cook even though just staying in bed with him felt more enticing which also leads you to grab your phone despite your original plan to get up and start cooking breakfast. But there was no need to rush, Jimin won't wake up for approximately three more hours.

As you take your phone from the night stander you suddenly feel Jimin's grip on your stomach tighten. He lets out some displeased grunts, like a little child not pleased with something. You softly smile, rubbing soothing strokes with your thumb on his arm that's wrapped around you. Jimin nuzzles his face deeper into your back, sighing out in satisfaction.

God, he is so adorable.

You occupy yourself with your phone, checking social media and maybe salivating at some pictures from Jimin that you come across.

20 minutes pass, before you decide that it's time to start the day and prepare some breakfast for your boyfriend who still snoozes behind you, gaining all of his energy back after working so hard for months.

But then you feel something.

Eyebrows scrunched together, you try to make out what could possibly be poking you in this cuddly bed.

Oh.

Only spending a second on looking out for an answer to your oblivious question, you find the possible solution for that.

Jimin early-glory made it's appearance by being pressed against your butt, letting you feel his hard muscle.

Yeah, it was definitely about time to get up.

But when you prop myself up on your elbow, still laying on your side, you hear a muffled complaining sound behind you. To emphasize his need, Jimin's hold tightens on your belly again, just like he did before, though this time you actually attempted to leave the bed.

You squeeze his arm lightly to beguile him into letting you go. ,,I'm gonna make us breakfast, Minnie," you say whispering, tilting your head sideways, so you're able to look at Jimin. His eyes remain close, only parting is plump lips to mutter a little 'no'. You sigh out, head falling back onto the pillow. ,,It's not gonna take long," you try to convince him, even though the dishes you plan to cook would take a bit longer than normally.

,,Stay with me." Jimin's hoarse and raspy voice uttering its first full sentence this morning.

Then you seek to wiggle yourself out of his embrace, but it's pointless, because letting you go isn't even up for a debate in Jimin's mind.

,,Then there's no breakfast for you," you utter in defeat. Jimin doesn't answer, suddenly placing soft kisses over the crook of your neck. His sudden sweet kisses cause goose bumps spread all over your body, the tingling feeling automatically relaxing you, although laying in bed with Jimin is already so calming.

,,I'm only hungry for you right now," he says. Your cheeks flush at that cheesy comment, but luckily he can't see your reaction towards his words, knowing he would be smirking and teasing the shit out of you. Jimins usual cute and endearing way of waking up is vanished and instead he pulled out his charms to make you melt for him.

Jimins hand traces over your clothed stomach, heading down to you leg to stroke his fingers up to your thigh, pushing his shirt that you're wearing slightly up. His feather light touch induces shivers down your spine. The accentuating tension effects your whole composure, evoking you into pushing your ass back onto his bulge which results in Jimins body stiffening behind you. The impetuous act caught him off guard, but he relishes in the satisfying friction, coaxing him into the blissful thrill he was all too familiar with.

,,You want this?" Jimins tone was low, turning you on even more.

,,Yes, please," you beg, grinding your ass on his hard length. You both breath heavily, the pleasure building in a fast pace.

Soon your pussy burns in need, desiring to be filled with his huge cock. Your movements of his dick gliding through your clothes pussy makes your wetter by the seconds. It doesn't require much till Jimin has enough of the teasing rubbing and shoves the comforter away from your bodies.

,,I love you," Jimin murmurs, placing little kisses over your neck once again. He gently sucks at your skin, only for a brief moment though, not wanting to cause a mark on your flesh before he darts his tongue out and licks over the slightly flush skin.

,,I love you too," you reply breathless. You don't stop your ministrations. You can't desist when the sensation of his cock was getting you so riled up, brewing you into so much pleasure. Last night you were sceptical when Jimin didn't put on any clothes after your little rendezvous, but it really had its perks having him naked behind you.

Jimin hand wanders further, fingers toying with the side of your panty. Once his fingers get a hold of the thin material, he pushes them down in a swift motion. You help him to get the panties completely off and toss them away with your feet. Jimins hand lifts your leg up a bit, his hand hovering over your warmth, but not attempting to do anything yet. You fuss beneath him, craving his touch.

,,Are you sore from last night?"

,,No." You are. But not too much and your mind is too clogged up with the anticipation that builds for the pleasurable feeling Jimin is able to give you.

,,You're sure?"

,,Yeah, please touch me."

At your wish Jimins finger rubs up and down over your slit, coating his finger with my arousal. A little moan escapes your mouth. You enjoy the feeling of his digit touching your slick folds, gathering all your juices. When you feel his thumb circling your swollen sensitive bud, your legs tremble and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip. Jimins index finger makes it way into your entrance. Your aching walls immediately clench around it, acting as needy as ever.

,,Shit," Jimin curses under his breath. ,,You're always so ready for me, baby." How could you not when a men like that was laying next to you in bed?

You let out a strangled moan when he plunges another finger inside you, his pace slow but steady. Jimin crooks his fingers, hitting that lovely spot every time he shoves his fingers back inside your quivering hole.

,,Just like that," you pant, your hand gripping his arm between your legs. Jimins fingers pick up on speed, your moaning spurring him on.

It doesn't take a lot of time till he gets you at that certain point, the familiar knot in your stomach growing quickly. Your body chases after your high, but you desperately want to cum on his cock, so you squeeze his arm gently and Jimin slows his pace.

,,I- I want to cum on your cock," you manage to say and he stops moving his fingers, withdrawing them after. Your body instantly misses the penetration and you whine at the loss of contact.

,,Shh, I'm gonna give it to you, baby," he soothes you, propping himself on his arm to slightly hover over you. You shift your head to see his awaken state for the first time that morning.

Jimins hair hangs into his forehead again, a tired but sincere smile on his face and his eyes puffy from his sleep. A smile immediately appears on your lips at when you look into his loving eyes, his whole being radiating so much comfort and contentment.

With Jimin you felt like it was you final destination. There was nothing else in this world that could give you more than what he was capable of giving you. Nothing in this world could compare to Jimins love. His love was tightly swathed around you and never vanished since the day you both knew that the tension between you was more than just a friendship. No day would pass in which he wouldn't jostle all his adoration to you and show you how much you meant to him. Jimin could never get tired of showering you in all the devotion he has allocated for you, he loved you after all.

You lace your fingers through his soft hair and for a few seconds it stays like that, pushed back on his head, but then it falls down onto his forehead again. Jimin stays still and watches how you play with his hair, until he can't prolong his desperate need to get some friction on his throbbing cock.

,,Can your grab a condom?" he asks and pecks your forehead briefly. You nod and quickly turn to the nightstand on your side, fishing a condom out of the drawer. You hand it to him and rips the package, doing fast work in wrapping the plastic around his member and tossing the useless package somewhere behind his back.

Jimin preps a few kisses on your jawline, making his way to your lips and every so gently capturing your mouth into a tender kiss. You share a passionate and slow kiss together, savouring the moment of being together again after being apart for months. He dips his tongue in, both of your wet muscles tangling tighter.

When you both need to break the kiss, Jimin doesn't intend to go for another, but raises your leg higher and alignes the tip of his cock on your entrance.

,,Oh my God," you breath out.

Jimin slides his cock up and down your folds, gathering your arousal before he's back on your entrance, slowly pushing in. He breathes heavily, your tight walls latching onto his cock so securely. The more his thick length sinks inside your needy warmth, the presence of the soreness from yesterday night makes itself perceptible. Jimin stretches your walls till he's completely buried inside of you. He stills once he's balls deep in, giving you time to adjust to his size.

,,You're good, baby?" he makes sure, looking you in the eyes. You nod slowly, the feeling of his dick being completely in making it hard to let out any words.

When there's still no attempt of moving from Jimin, you tap his arm that has a hold of your leg in the air. ,,Go on please," you whisper, needing to feel his deep thrusts.

After he hears your wish, desperation lingering in your voice, Jimin bottoms out till only his tip is left inside, but quickly pushes back again. The longing feeling finally getting stilled with his tangy thrusts. Jimin continues his movements, his hips snapping faster and faster from behind you and you just feels so good.

,,Lift your leg for me," he instructs, before leaving his hold on your leg to slide his fingers under your - well, technically his- shirt and palms your breast. Jimin pinches and rolls your nipples between his digits, coaxing louder moans out of you. He furrows his eyebrows, you sweet tones prodding him more on. He relishes in the fact that he is the one making you feel this way, making you moan so sweetly for his hear only. Jimin lets out breathy moans, his pace rapid and hard.

Your hand wanders around his neck, tucking at his hair and he answers with soft groans. Then you push the back of his head closer to yours, pressing your lips against his plush ones and kissing him hungrily. You feel yourself getting closer, you're body reaching your high in a short span of time. Of course Jimin feels it, your walls clenching around his member and greedily wanting to milk him are way too obvious. You retract from the kiss, shutting your eyes close when all the sensations overcome you. Jimin lets go of your breast to nestle his hand between your thighs and soon you feel his thumb circling on your clit.

,,Cream all over me," Jimin murmurs.

The added pleasure on your sensitive bud makes you mewl, biting your lip really hard.

The slick sounds of your pussy getting hammered by Jimins cock and his skin slapping against yours fill the room. Combined with your moans and his breathy sound, makes you so much hornier and all you want to do is to cum around his big cock.

,,I'm- I'm gonna cum!" you warn him, the knot in your stomach getting so close to finally snap.

,,Me too," he pants, his thrusts going faster.

Jimins length kisses your cervix every time his hips shoot back into you. ,,Shit, look at me."

Your head instantly tilts to him, meeting his eyes that were already locked on your face. Your eyebrows knit together, the sharp thrusts of his body making you so close to reach your end. Jimin sinks his teeth into his plump bottom lip, never breaking the intense eye contact with you. Fuck, he looked so hot and stunning.

After a few more hard and deep thrusts, your climax approaches and your hand wanders to his shoulder, digging your nails into his skin. Your legs start to tremble and his hand that was playing with your clit, leaves the wet place to hold your leg up when you have trouble keeping it high because of all the  sensations shooting in your body.

,,Jimin!" you cry, heavy pants following.

It doesn't take long for him to come undone too - only a few thrusts later he spills his cum into the condom, making you feel the way he twitches your quivering hole. Jimin groans loud and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, letting go of holding my leg up. And just like that you both lay there - breathing heavily, bodies fully spent and coming down from your high.

Jimins hand wander to your face, cupping your cheek and rubbing soothing strokes with his thumb on your flush skin. He plants a few kisses on your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Your body tingles, his breath fanning over your skin creating goose bumps over it.

Ever so slowly he bottoms his now softened length out of your walls, your sensitiveness causing you to shiver.

,,It's okay baby, I've got you," he coos, giving your cheek a peck.

You turn around, now laying on your back and looking into his brown orbs. They have this beautiful glisten in them, making me feel like I'm safe when I'm with him. His eyes are full of love. And he could say the same to you.

You both exchange some more smooches here and there, being all cuddly and acting like you didn't already say I love you for a hundred of times in the past already. Your heart flutters every time he says something sweet, grazes his fingers over your skin or plasters sweet kisses all over you.

After some time Jimin stands up, discarding the condom in a bin and throws some boxers on. Then he grabs tissues and comes back to the bed, digging his knee on the mattress and spreading your legs. He tugs your shirt up to clean you and when Jimin is done with that  he pushes the white fabric down again.

,,I'm definitely not gonna prepare breakfast now," you say when he turns around to get rid of the dirty tissue.

,,I can do it," Jimin answers, turning to you again. His abs were on full display and you can't prevent yourself from looking at his firm chest before looking into his eyes again.

,,Mhm, you can?" you cock an eyebrow.

,,You don't think I'm able to make the same breakfast as you?" he asks back.

,,Of course I think you can to it, babyy," you  tease him and giggle after he furrows his eyebrows, an angry pout displayed on his lips.

,,I'm gonna show you," he says competitively and leaves the room, making his way to the kitchen.

And yes, he did indeed show you.

In fact, he showed you the burned rice he attempted to cook.

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Yoko was pretty sure he was born this way. Thoughts and fantasies of teasing and torturing others had already developed early, before puberty hit him in fact. However, he hadn't act out on them too often since those fantasies were less prominent than the desire to make music every day. His libido was used to write songs. But every so often he wanted to touch something else than his guitar. Something /and/ someone. Especially since Jae had become the muse for this kind of art.

The wide range of the noises he could erupt her inspired him to do more, to go harder, to try out all kinds of tools onto her body just to figure out how she would react to them. What kind of noise she would utter. Yes, this was a game for him as well, but an experiment, too.

"Mh", he hummed in a sympathetic tone while he touched the welts. "Yes, there are lot of people around with an ill will. Men who think they can just take what they want. Men who have fun beating women. Who gain their dominance through degrading those who are already beneath them anyway." He chuckled lightly, tenderly. However, with his lips slurping noisily and his tongue circling this tempting little bud he couldn't go on speaking. He certainly was hard by now, something his loose fitting pants would barely give off, and those wouldn't make it unbearable for his erection either. After all he didn't plan on pulling it out too soon. The game wouldn't end just now.

He sucked onto her other nipple for a while as well, but then he let go of it, took his phone again and made some pictures of the result. "A nice before/after", he said with a serene smile and grabbed the cane afterwards. Poking the tip against her sternum to let it wander down with a prolonged hum, like a sceptic teacher. Guiding the tool over her belly button and from there right between her legs. Parting the folds through her panties with it. "My, your body definitely can't lie", he pointed out and rubbed with the cane through the gap. "I had a feeling you'd like to get taught a lesson. And now look at that. All soaked." He clicked his tongue. "Lewd girl. What will we do against this now? Mh? Any suggestions?"

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"I hope though that they don't take advantage of you as well if you're drunk", he said in a concerned tone. "That's another reason for showing you the things that could happen when you get wasted." Well, in fact he found himself not keen on the thought of her getting intimate with other men, something that surprised him. Possessiveness, affection towards a person that went beyond good friendship - it was rather unknown to him since he had actually settled with staying single forever and his only love remaining music as long as he was able to hold a guitar. "That it would end up painful in several ways if someone else got to see those two beauties."

He could keep a poker face in close to any situation if he wanted, but the glint in his eyes that stemmed from the passion he felt just as well in this situation was one that gave it off. The sadistic joy mixed with some quite profane needs. And that she obviously enjoyed the pain given to her fueled his pleasure further. Oh, he wanted to figure out /how/ masochistic she really was. A pretty face and a bratty mouth were cute, but some twisted mind was the most important. And the most fun.

Yes, he knew that a lot of men were hesitant when it came to be rough to a woman and those who were often called assholes and abusers even, but Yoko wasn't one that minded. He already knew that Jae wasn't as delicate as she looked. And he would make gladly use of this.

Her yell elicited him a smile. What an addictive noise. And when even a single hit could make her toes curl - what would make another then? Or a third? "Mh, it seems as if this is quite a magic wand", he claimed in a serene tone and let his finger glide over the cane. "And yes, they are. How shamelessly they show themselves to me." He shook his head and wound up again, letting the cane go down onto her right breast, then on the left again. Letting some seconds pass so the pain could well up, unfold. Then he tenderly let his index finger trace the welts. "I doubt any other man would like to look at them anymore now" he cooed, massaged her right nipple again and leaned down to wrap his lips around it, all while keeping eye contact to her.

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In The Dark

Shadow Monster Aizawa x Reader

A collab piece for @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten Citrus Dome Server

Read the other entries HERE

Warnings: somnophilia, dub-con, non-con, tetraphilia eeee tentaicles kind of? Monster fucking, manipulation, tiny little sprinkling of yandere if you squint. 

5kish words

 @bobawithpomegranate ​ & @miscellaneous-bnha ​ thanks for keeping me from jumping off a bridge. This was surprisingly very challenging to write so i hope you guys enjoy.

The sight of your grandmother’s old home brought comfort into your heart in a way nothing else ever could. It had taken much longer than you would have liked to get here, after almost a year of fighting with the family. Legal battles over property and inheritance, you'd finally been handed the keys to the beautiful old Victorian home your grandmother had loved so much. The outside was weathered but held strong, you were sure the inside would be worse after being empty and neglected for so long. With a sigh, you picked up the cleaning supplies you'd brought with you and made your way inside the house. 

You don't notice it at first,

 He’d noticed you the second you walked onto the porch. 

Singing softly to yourself, you make your way through the old house, flipping lights on to make sure the electricity works. Opening up windows and doors to air the dusty old place out. Except once you set your mind to cleaning it becomes blatantly obvious. The house isn't dusty, the house is fairly clean, no dust having settled anywhere, no cobwebs hanging in abandoned corners. You think for a second maybe the lawyer hired someone to come clean before handing over the keys, but you don't recall her mentioning anything like that. 

With a shrug determined to do some light cleaning anyway, you spend the day unpacking some of the stuff you brought and lightly cleaning as you went. The first time you notice it it’s dark out, dim lights illuminating the house. Christ, why did grandma have such shitty lightbulbs in, you’d think an older woman would want brighter lights as her vision faded. The thought slips from you when you hear something crash onto the floor behind you. You turn quickly, something flinting in the corner of your eye as you turn, heart rate spiking, and you freeze. You were sure you saw something going up the stairs. 

Taking a breath in an attempt to calm your breathing, you pick up the painting that had somehow been knocked off its mount. A creaking coming from the second floor has your head snap in that direction. It’s an old house, you chant in your head trying to not let yourself get worked up. You don’t realize you're making your way up the stairs until the old wood creaks loudly under your weight. Your attention is drawn to your grandmother’s room, the only place you haven't been in just yet. You dig around your pocket for the master key that gave you access into the main bedroom, worried that maybe this is where all the dust and cobwebs had scampered off too. You chuckle to yourself at that and it settles your nerves a little, though you can't pinpoint why you're suddenly nervous. 

Much to your surprise, your grandmother’s old bedroom was just as clean as the rest of the house had been, even though no one should have been able to access it. You almost miss the small box sitting on her bed if not for something skittering in the corner of your eyes turning your attention to it. You do miss the shadow that slinks out behind you pausing at the doorway to watch you for a second. You reach out for the ornate box, a letter sitting on top of it with your name written neatly on the front. But before your fingers can make contact with it, the door behind you slams loudly. You jump at the sound, hands coming up to clutch at your chest, curses spilling from your lips as you turn to see the door is closed now. 

“Fucking old house” You yell aloud unable to control your volume after having been spooked. Your yelling makes you miss the deep chuckle that rings out in the air. 

Cute

You pout upset that you’d let yourself be so easily spooked like that. Running a hand through your hair you turn your attention back to the small box and letter picking up both items before heading out of the bedroom. You look back one last time, unsure if you felt ready to disturb your grandmother’s space just yet. Opting to leave it as it was, if only for a little while longer. 

You probably should have read the letter too, things would have made sense much quicker if you had. 

Two weeks of dusting and cleaning out old boxes before you decided it was time to begin moving your things into the house. It had been slightly odd, something for sure was off about the house but you tried not to think about it too much. Handling most of the weird mishaps in the house with a shrug and no real inclination to question it. The last thing that came with you into the new house was your two cats. A sleek black tom who loves you and only you, and a younger larger orange tom who’s all around very friendly. You hate to say you notice a shift in the house when the cats finally settle. Both the boys took to the house as if they’d always been there, something you were struggling with. It was their presence that made it so that you could no longer pretend like you didn’t see the shadows moving. 

Both cats who’d always preferred lazing in sun rays suddenly preferred the dark corners of the living room over the sunny rays leaking in through the large bay window in the house. Demanding meow’s typically indicative of wanting attention, were used in dark corners of the house. Directed at something you couldn’t see. You’d be able to ignore the behavior, except every time you went looking for them when they called. 

You’d find them happily purring, rubbing up against something that wasn't there in the darkness, as if already being given the attention they were asking for. It was creepy, weird, should have creeped you out. But you’d been raised to have a healthy fear and respect towards things you couldn't understand but were not outright malicious. So you tried not to let it bother you too much, don't question the way shadows seem to move. Or when the cats' purr and flop on their backs for tummy scratches in the dark corners of the house.

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The dreams had begun the first night at the house, an all-encompassing warmth that lazily spreads throughout your whole body. Contrasted by cold hands caressing your skin, a deep rich voice whispering dirty things in your ear and working you up to a feverish pitch. 

“Pretty little mouse wandering into my house”  the voice coos in your ear.

And then you’re awake, panting heavily, a groan spilling past your lips as you toss and turn a little in your bed. 

“Fuck.” you whimper out, bringing your arm up over your face as you try and catch your breath. 

 You can’t remember exactly what you dreamt about, only the deep voice murmuring nothings in your ear and cold fingers playing with your folds. You let out an exasperated sigh squirming in bed frustration seeping into your bones. When was the last time you had a dream like that, you couldn't remember? When was the last time you’d been worked up like this, and from a dream no less? You let out a frustrated huff turning and burying your face in the pillow. You could have sworn you heard a deep chuckle ring out. 

They get more detailed, more vivid the longer you're at the house you're almost used to waking up panting and sweaty. The feeling of cool silky tendrils exploring your body lingering for a bit before slinking off as you become more alert. Groggily whining at being awake after dreaming such filthy things. The feeling of your wetness soaking through your panties frustrating you. Always waking up right before the best part of the dream, so you throw the blankets off of yourself in a huff. Spreading your legs wide you trail your fingers over the lingering sensation of someone else’s touch. 

It drives him wild.

Aizawa was on the edge of insanity when you showed up at the old house. A year of solitude will do that to you, he'd been beyond madness when the old lady bought the house all those years ago. Though she's brought him back with a soft kindness only a grandmother could offer.

You,

You brought a clarity to his mind in a different way. Every little curse, every time you scold the house when something disappears. Every time you touched yourself to thoughts of him, to the lingering feeling of his tendrils and hands on you. Aizawa was able to pull himself little by little out of the pit insanity and loneliness had pulled him into. You were so easy too, subconsciously letting the shadow creature infect every ounce of your being. He'd managed to seep into your dreams easily enough, a lonely pent up girl. He liked how you squirmed in your sleep. 

Desperate little whimpers spilling from your lips as his cool fingers explore your body. It was addicting, the way your warmth spread through him with every touch, every explorative lick of your body lighting a fire deep in Aizawa's belly. 

“Pretty little thing aren't you.” Aizawa coos in your ear, and you always react so beautifully to his voice. Your sleeping body responding with a soft whimper, he lets his tendrils explore every inch of you. Slipping underneath the silk PJ top and skimpy little shorts you always wore to bed. You were practically offering yourself up to him each and every night. How could he ever resist when your body reacted like this to his every touch. He’d started slowly at first, only manifesting his tendrils to creep along your body as you slept. 

Once you’d been there for a few months he didn’t even have to worry about you waking up. Having invaded your dreams enough to be able to keep you in a nice deep sleep while he had his way with you. Settling himself between your legs fully manifested, never happier to have this solid form as when he's trailing large callus palms up to your soft legs. It’s so easy, really he can’t help himself, your wetness quickly soaking through your panties as cold fingers rub at your clit. Heady little moans spilling from your sleeping frame and it makes him giddy, trailing a large hand up and under your shirt. Pressing against the soft skin of your stomach and trailing up to gently squeeze at your breasts. Aizawa loves the way your body reacts to him, whimpering and arching against his touch. He shifts then, leaning over your sleeping body, caging your head between his hands, leaning down to nuzzle his nose into your hair.

Can’t help himself as he trails open mouth kisses down your neck, tangling his fingers through your hair, you lean into his touch. A soft whimper of please slips through your lips and Aizawa can barely contain himself as his hips buck against your core. 

“Begging for me in your sleep, sweet girl, already knows who she belongs to. Don’t you.”  

You mewl, a soft pretty sound that Aizawa plays in his head over and over for days. Humping into your soaked panty-clad pussy desperately. His tendrils emerging from his back of their own accord, stroking and rubbing up against you as he mindlessly pleasures himself against your unconscious frame. Your little pants and moans edging him on until he's groaning against your neck, spilling himself onto your cute little silk PJ shorts. Aizawa lets himself bask in the feeling of your warmth against him littering your face in kisses. 

“My good girl.” 

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You conclude something is living in the house one night during an intense thunderstorm. Living in a house with some creature that may or may not try to eat you? Cool fine, no worries. But a thunderstorm? The loud unpredictable booms that tear through the air make you jump every single time without fail. 

You flinch, once again roused by a loud clap of thunder and a harsh flash of lightning. An involuntary whimper slipping past your lips as you curl up into a ball on the bed doing your best to block out the noise of the raging storm. 

You can feel it when a cool blanket envelopes you, a shift in the air that muffles all of the intense noise. The feeling of something carding its fingers through your hair comes next, ever so lightly scratching at your scalp. “It’s just a storm” A deep voice that seems to come from all around whispers and a strange comfort washes over you as your body begins to relax. You're half asleep, it's easy to lean into the gentle caress when you're not quite awake. Easy to ignore the feeling of tendrils creeping across your legs and stomach. You can't help but feel slightly comforted by them in your half-asleep state. 

 An exceptionally loud clap of thunder jolts you into a more awake state and you shoot up in bed. The hazy fog that was keeping you calm dispelling and you whimper as the comfort leaves you. “Please don't leave” you whisper aloud unsure to who or why you even spoke. A deep voice coos at you as thunderclaps outside again and you tremble. A yelp slips past your lips and your hands reach out towards the deep voice as if on instinct. Something safe that will soothe you if only you can reach out and touch it.

 A chuckle thick like honey floats into your ears and your hands meet something soft. You're groggy, half asleep, and confident you're just imagining things, but that doesn't take away from the comfort. It feels like a million different arms wrap around you, pulling you in towards something solid and the hazy fog returns your body relaxing as the tendrils tighten almost uncomfortably around you. Wrapping you up in a cocoon that feels safe and secure, the thunderstorm outside fading into the background and all you can concentrate on is the deep voice mumbling nothings in your ear. 

It's in the days after the storm when you can still hear his deep voice in your ears and feel his warm touch lingering on your body. That you remember the letter and box your grandmother had left you. You feel a little stupid for not thinking of reading them earlier, having been caught up in the whirlwind of moving you'd put them off to the side and almost forgotten entirely about them 

To my lovely granddaughter, 

If you’re reading this then it means you've agreed to the stipulations I included for ownership of the house. This place is special, and if you take care of the house its caretaker will return the favor. Be patient with him, it takes him a little while to warm up but he won't hurt you. I promise I haven't gone crazy with old age. Allow yourself to be open to the things in life we can’t explain. I hope the house is as good to you as it was to me in my old age. 

It doesn’t explain much, but coming from a family that believed in the supernatural made it so that your grandmother's cryptic words didn't freak you out as much as they should have. They made you feel better actually, soothed the part of you that was nervous you might be going crazy. The small box held a pendant, a small but brilliant ruby ordaining the center of it delicate but practical enough for daily wear. You can't help but slip it on and admire the pretty jewel. 

Aizawa is more active after that, the haze in his mind settles when he sees you wearing his necklace. You notice it too, the shadows in the house somehow softening, almost playful. He likes to move your things around so he can hear you huff in frustration. Every curse every time you yell at him, the fog in his mind clears.

He gets bolder around the house, slowly but surely, starts moving things around more obviously. Enjoys making you jump by slithering his tendrils across your ankles while you're cooking. Or shutting off the lights while you shower just to hear your cute little yelp. He likes that you’re somehow not scared of his presence but still easily spooked overall. 

“That foundation was $50 and if it's not back in my makeup bag when I come back I swear to god I'll keep all the lights on for a week.” You see the shadow swirl in the corner of the bathroom, and you know it's smiling at you. You roll your eyes but the next morning your foundation is sitting right on the bathroom sink. 

You begin to catch glimpses of it, of him. As if your attention is helping him manifest fully after a long time of being nothing but a wisp of smoke. Most obvious when your eyes scan the house and you can almost swear a man is petting one of your cats. Only to double back and see your cat rolling over against a dark corner of the room. You almost stop feeling uneasy, almost. 

It all comes to head on a night where sleep seems unreachable. You were frustrated, panting, skin warm, and sticky with sweat as your fingers skillfully circled your clit but no relief came. You let out a frustrated ‘fuck’ throwing your head back onto the pillow and tossing a hand over your face. You’d been pent up for a while now, the weird lewd dreams working you up but never getting you anywhere. You do your best to relax into the bed, accepting defeat with a groan and hoping sleep overtakes you quickly. 

The feeling of something wisping against your ankles brings you back from the edge of sleep. Cool ever so soft touches trail up your legs, you shiver at the cold sensation against your still warm and sweaty skin. Your eyes flutter open but you're only met with black, body tensing a little as cold tendrils stroke your face. 

“You’re ok little one.” The voice is deep against your ear, a cold forked tongue licking up the side of your cheek. “I’ve got you” The same soothing voice you’d heard during the thunderstorm. Except for this time, it's laced with something other than softness. “I’ve been watching you, little human. Spreading yourself open shamelessly, playing with that pretty pussy out in the open. Pretending like you didn’t know I was here to watch.” Aizawa coos.

You whimper at the words, mist curling around you as a dark chuckle fills the room. “Tease” he snarls in your ear and you can’t help yourself as your hips buck up at the sound. Something solid forms between your legs, the soft smooth thing wraps around your ankles assisting in spreading your legs out wide. The deep voice tsks against your ear, cold skin and stubble rubbing against your cheek “You could at least pretend like you're not enjoying this.” 

Your face flushes as he teases you, the sensation of his foreign appendages exploring your body exciting you in a way you can't quite place. They’re not hands that much you can tell, you can distinguish his hands by the callus texture as he strokes a thumb over one of your nipples. Tweaking at it gently until it perks against his fingers. 

“Aren’t you scared little mouse” you can feel his tongue lapping at your neck, sharp teeth pricking the skin there and you let out a whimper. Managing only to shake your head, arching your chest up into his touch as he plays with you. “Desperate little human, willing to take just about anything if it means being satisfied.” You choke out a protest but can’t help the soft moan that bubbles out of your mouth as Aizawa presses his thigh against your sex. He coos into your ear when you begin to hump him mindlessly. 

“Such simple little creatures humans. Driven by desire, and willing to fuck just about anything aren't you little one?” You shake your head in protest, but the excitement pooling in your belly betrays you. Aizawa chuckles and pulls away from you a little, tendrils pooling from him and eagerly joining the fray. The limbs have a mind of their own, each appendage going about playing with you in different ways. One replaces his hands, squeezing and pinching at your breasts. Another brings your hands up and holds them above you keeping you still with minimal effort. A few others explore your body and Aizawa watches, as one of his appendages eagerly begins tugging aside your cute little PJ bottoms. 

You whine out a “No” as the cold air hits your soaked entrance “That's not what your pretty little pussy is telling me.” Aizawa chuckles watching as the tendrils gather your juices up, gently circling your clit and parting your folds. “Look at you, soaked and ready for me aren't you.” His hand replaces the tendril and you feel cold fingers press into your heat. Your pussy clenches at the intrusion but you buck into him automatically. Already worked up from playing with yourself before, your body betrays you as your mind hazes and all you can think about is pleasure. 

“P-Please” You choke out tugging against the restraints that only tighten when you struggle. Aizawa cocks an eyebrow up at you as he leans down, nuzzling at your inner thigh. Tongue lapping at the juices running down between your supple ass. He hums when you beg a smile tugging at his lips, his fog finally taking hold of you. 

“What was that little mouse? Did you say something” He accentuates his words with another finger and you cry out as he finger fucks you. His tongue lazily licking at the edges of your pussy and then up to rub at your clit. You whine, hips bucking up and Aizawa sighs another tendril coming to wrap around your waist and pins you to the bed. 

“Be still, or I'll leave you here.” You freeze at that babbling for him not to leave you and settle your hips. The appendage keeps you still squeezing you just a little too tight. 

“That's a good girl.” Aizawa hums, turning his attention back to your core. “You look so pretty like this baby girl, spread out for me to do whatever I want. You just keep giving me those pretty little noises and I'll make you feel good, okay?” You moan in response and Aizawa clicks his tongue, the tendril circling your stomach squeezing until it hurts. “Let me hear you say it.” Aizawa snarls. 

You gasp as pain seeps into your pleasure “Yes, please I'll be good.” The pressure against your sides loosens and you're able to breathe again panting softly as the pain begins to fade. Aizawa doesn't say anything, pulling his fingers out of you and bringing them up for a taste. He hums satisfied and then he's moving your body. Positioning you onto your stomach, cold hands lifting your ass as he positions you just how he wants. His tendrils keep your arms together in front of you, stripping you of your PJs and keeping your legs spread just enough to give Aizawa the perfect view of your ass and dripping pussy. A smile, just a bit too wide spills over his lips as he settles himself between your legs. Aizawa is hard, painfully so but he takes his time sliding a hand over the curve of your asscheeks. Trailing down your back and up to the back of your neck, squeezing gently before trailing back again.

 With a hum, he lazily strokes your dripping folds, cooing as you press your ass back into him wiggling a little desperate for him to fill you. A harsh smack rings out as his palm connects with your ass “Patience little mouse.” He snarls leaning down to the opposite cheek and biting down just a little too hard. You cry out, tears pooling in your eyes and you bury your head into the pillow. Mind overcome by a lustful haze, you just want him to fuck you already. 

Your wish comes soon enough when you feel something thick prodding at your entrance. You gasp as the tip of Aizawa’s cock penetrates you, gasp turns into a desperate moan as he presses into you little by little. He lets out a deep guttural moan of his own as your warmth encircles him, greedily squeezing his cock. Your warmth is addicting and it doesn’t take too long for Aizawa to start bucking into you. He sets a brutal pace, the appendages holding your waist upkeep you still, nice and steady for him to fuck into while his hands explore your body. 

You curse desperate little moans and obscenities leaving your lips as he fucks into you. His cock stretches you to your limits, almost painful as the creature fucks into you desperately. There's a shift, and you feel his hands come up to your middle, pulling you up against his chest as he fucks you. You feel his face nuzzle against your cheek as one of his hands coming to rest against your belly as he fucks you. You hands are suddenly free and you reach up, feeling your fingers pass through a cool mist, before finding something solid. Soft wisps of something, that wrap around your fingers, rolling over them in waves as you entwine them into what you assume is his hair. 

“Such a good girl, you take me so well darling. Letting me fuck into your womb like this.” Aizawa presses his hand against your stomach pushing back on himself as he becomes desperate. 

“Wanna see” The words are a desperate whine and you don't even really register when you say them. Aizawa sputters a little pace wavering at your words. His fingers brush against the delicate necklace you wear his necklace, and for a second his mind clears. But you whimper a desperate sound that breaks whatever sliver clarity he'd found and a darkness takes over his features again. His fingers abandon the necklace and trail up to your neck fingers wrapping around it then squeezing.

“What was that you little slut.” He snarls in your ear and you can't help yourself as you cry out 

“Please, wanna see you, wanna watch your cock fuck into me.” Your face flushes as you admit this out loud. A growl coming from the man, thing currently fucking your brains out and you can't do anything but tug at his hair and lean into him further as he uses you. Aizawa stills a little, and you whine desperately doing your best to bounce on his cock as he stops moving. Suddenly you can see again and he's fucking into you, go to say something but you see it, a black wispy tentacle like thing appears in front of your face. Aizawa’s hand that was wrapped snugly around your neck comes up to squeeze your cheeks and the appendage gives you a cheeky little wave before filling your mouth. 

“Wanna watch yourself get stuffed, fine, we'll use all of your cute little holes. How does that sound little one.” You whine around the tentacle and then he’s picking up his pace. Hand squeezing your throat so he can feel it at his tendril fucks into your neck, you take him so well. This is it the broken part of his brain hisses she's the one. Aizawa shakes his head, the feeling of your fingers in his hair grounding him for a moment and presses your body back into the mattress. 

His movements turn erratic as he fucks into your overwhelmingly tight little pussy. Pretty little moans spilling from you as he fucks you and his tentacles play with your clit and throat. You take him so well, respond so beautifully to his touch, you weren't scared and accepted your place quickly. He brings his fingers up to the little nub between your legs, replacing his tendrils and pressing fast little circles against your already abused clit. It doesn't take long after that, your body presses into the mattress, a tentacle fucking your throat, and some creature’s cock kissing at your cervix the thought alone is too much. But you spill over when Aizawa’s teeth sink into your neck, your body spasming as your orgasm bubbles over. 

Aizawa grunts from above you, your body going limp as he bites into you fucking you through your orgasm and chasing his own using your spent body for his own pleasure. He spills in you soon after, his mind just a little bit hazy. Ever so gently Aizawa pulls his tendril out of your mouth, drool, and his own slick trailing from your mouth as he does so. He coos as you whimper, pressing a hand over your ass to admire the way your pussy stretched to accommodate him. Humping into you a few more times before he pulls away completely. He debates for a moment letting himself disappear back into the shadows, but he hasn't been this real, this solid in so long. 

Your whimpering slices through his thoughts and before he can stop you, you're on your back looking up at him. Instinct makes him retract all of his extra limbs, making himself look half normal minus the wisps of hair that always seem to move on their own. You blink up at him for a moment body sore but satisfied and you bring your arms up to him. Aizawa is unsure, body flickering into shadows but you speak up before he can fully dissipate. 

“Stay with me” You manage to croak out, throat a little sore from the abuse you endured. You weren’t scared of him, if anything he was handsome and he'd fucked you till you were satisfied. You see the hint of hesitation in his eyes but you crinkle your nose and tilt your head cutely making grabby hands at him and he can’t help himself. 

Aizawa lays down and you curl into him on instinct, his body now warm against yours. Your fingers find their way up to his hair, giggling as the locks lace themselves with your fingers. He brushes some of your hair back and you whine as he touches at your neck. Small bits of blood pooling where he’d sunk his teeth into you. His split tongue peaks out automatically, licking it up and gently lapping at the tender spot on your neck as you whimper. 

“I get a little nuts when I'm on my own.” it's an apology, and you don’t think about why you feel safe in his arms, or why you don't question the creature laying with you, why you're not scared. Instead, you hum softly, nuzzling yourself into the crook of his neck as Aizawa lazily runs a steadily cooling hand down your back. 

“It's ok, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere.” You hear yourself say and he hums into your hair acknowledging your words. A twisted smile creeping its way onto his lips as his grip tightens around you. The part of Shouta that’s fallen too deep into insanity to come back fully snickers at your words. 

As if you had a choice. 

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Chapter Two - Vibrating

Warning: Smut (vibrator use, fingering and dirty talk)

Word count: 1,817

I'm starting to think I'm terrible at writing smut, but I swear I'm trying to improve. I hope you like it

You and Tom have always been close, everyone knew that, but after the events of the last week it seemed that you were even closer. He was always waiting for you so you could go to campus together, walking you to your class and taking you to the library before you went back to the fraternity.

"Megan said she is waiting for me in front of the library and can take me home later, so you don't have to wait for me today." You say to Tom as they walked to the library.

"Are you sure honey?"

"Yeah, see you later" you turn to look at him.

"Can I come to your room tonight?" He asks with a mischievous smile on his face.

Every time he smiled like that it made you nervous, you nod your head positively and he steps closer tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear before bending down a little to be your size and whispering.

"I can't wait to touch you again angel," you feel your whole body shiver at those words.

Tom leaves a kiss on your forehead and goes in the opposite direction from you.

When you turn to enter the library you see Megan with her arms crossed in front of her body looking at you suspiciously, you approach her and she pulls you inside the library quickly making you sit on one of the tables and sitting in front of you.

"You're going to tell me everything that's going on right now," she commands.

"What are you talking about Megan? Nothing is going on" you try to cover it up.

"Y/N I'm not an idiot, why are you and Tom suddenly so close?"

"We've always been close" you answer as if it's obvious.

"Yes, because he is your brother's best friend, but now you are acting like a couple, like you are fucking...OH MY GOD YOU ARE FUCKING" some people who were inside look at the two of you angrily.

"Keep your voice down please, and no, we are not fucking...not yet at least."

"Oh my god, what do you mean not yet?" She asks agitated.

"I asked him to teach me how to fuck" you say softly and embarrassed "he said yes and maybe he gave me a oral earlier in the week" you admit all at once.

She puts her hands over her mouth to avoid screaming again, and you can see the excitement in her eyes.

"Finally you're doing something about your feelings," she says with a smile.

"I don't have feelings for him" "A seriously" she rolls her eyes" You have liked him since first grade and he likes you too, you just never did anything because your idiot brother would kill him"

"That's not true" he tries to defend himself and she just looks at him with disdain.

"You can literally feel the sexual tension between the two of you."

"Anyway, it's just sex Megan, nothing else is going to happen, I just need the experience." You say. She suddenly gets up from the table again drawing glances at both of you.

"Get up" she says quickly grabbing her things.

"What? Why? I thought we were going to study".

"No, we're going shopping".

•─────✧─────•─────✧─────•

When your friend Megan said you were going shopping, you thought she was talking about going to some clothing store, but that's not what happened.

"Why are we here?" You ask Megan as soon as she has you enter a sex shop getting a blush as you look at the things there.

"I just thought since you started your sex life you might want a few things" She says laughing.

"If I had known you were going to act this way I wouldn't have told you" you roll your eyes "can we please leave".

"No, come on Y/N, have some fun, I know this isn't really your thing, but I guarantee that once you try it you will like it, you just need to give it a chance" she speaks while looking for something specific in the store.

"Try what exactly?" "

Here" she takes something from one of the shelves before turning to you again "try this on" she puts the box in your hand.

"No, no way" you turn red as you hold the small box of bal vibrator in your hand.

"Y/N, think along with me, you tonight, going into Tom's room and saying you want him to use this on you" she points to the vibrator.

You can picture exactly the scene perfectly and it sounds wonderful.

"I'm sure you'll kill him with a hard-on just by suggesting it, and you'll still have a wonderful orgasm, so...will you try it?" She ask.

"Ok, fine" you give in.

"Great" she smiles "don't worry, I'll pay, thank me after Holland makes you cum".

•─────✧─────•─────✧─────•

You ran to your room as soon as you arrived at the fraternity, only to take the vibrator out of the box and clean it, You also changed your lingerie for one that you had just bought. You wanted to impress Tom a little tonight.

As soon as you get dressed again and hide the small vibrator in the pocket of your sweatshirt you finally make your way to Tom's room.

"May I come in?" You ask knocking on Tom's bedroom door.

"Hey" he says as he opens the door and gives you room to enter "I was just on my way to your room, I thought you'd be here early" he locks the door.

"Megan and I decided to do some shopping" you say smiling and sit down at the study table.

"Did you buy anything interesting?" You ask curious.

"Yeah, I mean we went to some cool stores, forever 21, Gap, Victoria Secrets and Megan took me to a sex shop" you say as if it wasn't something interesting and Tom looks at you surprised.

"Megan took you where? He asks, maybe he had heard you wrong.

"To a sex shop," you shrug.

"Why?" he asks walking over to you and standing between your legs.

"I wanted to see something" you say a little nervously taking the small vibrator from your pocket "actually I wanted to try something"

"What?" Just imagining you going to a sex shop made Tom horny.

"I want you to use this on me" she puts the dildo in his hand.

He sighs as he looks at the vibrator and soon after he is kissing you desperately, his hands grip your waist tightly pulling you closer to his body.

Your shirt is the first to be removed and he stops for a moment just to look at your body, trapping his lower lip between his lips when he sees the red lingerie on your body.

"Do you like it?" He asks running his fingers gently over the strap of the bra "I bought it with you in mind."

"I think it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." He helps you remove your skirt without you having to get off the table.

"Can you take your shirt off too, please?" He smiles and removing his shirt, his hand touches your abdomen the direction before pulling you in for another kiss.

His fingers touch the inside of her thigh trailing towards her intimacy, both fingers touch the delivery catching the wetness and he brings them to his mouth closing his eyes as he feels her taste again on his tongue. His breathing fails, you never thought you would see anything hotter than this.

"Are you sure you want to try this baby?" He asks to make sure it felt comfortable.

"Yes, please."

He finally takes the vibrator and turns it on at the lowest speed.

First he slides it down the length of your neck stopping the vibrations right at your pulse point, you close your eyes and feel him moving further down, from the top of your breasts to your nipples making them hard against the lacy fabric of your bra.

"Stop teasing me, please," you plead, and he just smiles.

The vibrations travel down your belly and you feel your breath hitch as he reaches for the bar of your panties, he looks at you for confirmation and you say yes.

The vibrator finally touches your clit and you feel like you might die, but the vibrations are turned off soon after. You look at Tom trying to understand why he had stopped.

"Don't worry honey, just getting it out of the way" he says pulling your panties off your body.

He turns the vibrator back on and puts it in contact with your clit, he moves it down into your folds teasing your wet entrance, sighing you throw your head back feeling the pleasure in your body. Tom leans only his body on yours and leaves wet kisses on your neck.

"Tom, please" you moan gripping the curly locks of your hair tightly

"I need more". He chuckles against her neck before bringing the vibrator again to her clit along with his thumb making a circular motion.

"Don't stop please" she pleads.

"You don't know how beautiful your moans are love" he whispers to you and lets a light bite on your earlobe increasing the speed of the vibrator.

"Fuck, Thomas, I'm going to..." You close your eyes tightly feeling a tasty sensation in the pit of your stomach indicating that you were about to cum.

"I got you angel, cum for me".

Your body obeys his command and you come with a loud scream of his name, he turns off the vibrator but continues with the finger movements until you come down from orgasm.

You hug him tiredly letting your head fall on his shoulder, he quickly picks you up in his lap and lays you on his bed.

"Are you okay?" He asks pulling your hair out of your face.

"Yes, thank you."

"You need to stop thanking me for this" he smiles.

"Never, not until you stop giving me orgasms" she laughs a little before closing her eyes.

He lies down next to her hugging her body and sleeping next to her for the first time.

•─────✧─────•─────✧─────•

You wake up the next morning alone in Tom's bed, desperate to get out of there and not be caught by your brother, and sneak out of the room quietly.

When you are finally ready for your day and go downstairs to the kitchen you see Tom and Harrison having coffee alone since the other guys in the house were slow to wake up.

"Did you sleep well?" Harrison asks as soon as you enter the kitchen.

"Yes" you put the coffee in the cup and sit down next to him "Very well" you say looking at Tom.

"And you?" he asks Tom "did you bring any girls home last night?"

"What do you mean?"

"Dude, your room is next to mine, I heard all the moaning" Harrison says laughing and you choke lightly on your coffee "Don't stop, Oh Thomas, keep going I'm going to cum" you say imitating a female voice.

"Did you hear everything?" Tom asks nervously.

"Yeah, I don't know who the girl was, but I hope you made her cum at least," he says debauched.

"Yes, I did" he says smugly giving a cocky wink.

He walks past you to put the cup in the sink and when Harrison is not looking he whispers in your ear.

"And I hope for several more".

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Good Girl

Summary: What happens when Lana comes home to Ethan, fashionably late after a girls night?

Book: Open Heart Book 3 (post ending)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey×f!MC (Lana Stevens)

Word Count: 2k.

Warnings/Rating: Smut, Swearing, NSFW; Explicit.

A/N: This is pure filth and nothing but filth. A self indulgent produce of my very Scorpio brain and the smuttiest fic I've ever written. I'm not exactly sorry but you've been warned jskssjjkkhhssk. It follows up after New Look, which was my first ever Pictagram edit. I suppose you can still read this if you missed that though. Hope you enjoy reading!

This work is NSFW and meant for 18+ readers only. Please use discretion.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Pixelberry.

A rush of giddy excitement hit her as she turned the keys to his apartment, making her stumble slightly at the doorstep as she entered.

Alcohol from the countless shots Jackie made them do was still hot and pumping through her veins. In her drunken haze, Sienna had actually convinced her to keep the wig on.

She adjusted it slightly before she realised she'd stepped into pin drop silence, the moonlight streaming in through the floor to ceiling windows the only source of light cutting through the darkness.

A quick glance at her watch told her it was 2:30 AM. Way past Ethan's bedtime.

Her stomach dropped. The girls night had went on longer than she'd anticipated. They'd gotten a bit carried away between gossiping and drinking to new beginnings. It had been a while since they'd had a relaxing night as this after all.

As fun as that was, what Lana was really looking forward to tonight was seeing Ethan. All that teasing had made her as hot as she'd hoped to have made him. She wanted to leave right then but it wouldn't have been fair to her friends.

Her shoulders slumped. It was no use now.

She turned head into the bedroom, the knowledge that she'd find him peacefully asleep making her heart sink a little.

"You're late."

The familiar rumble of his voice echoed through the room, making her gasp in surprise and turn back around.

There he was. Sitting at the bar with a glass of scotch nestled in his hand.

Her heart jumped in her throat, a fresh surge of adrenaline coursing through her, renewing her excitement even more than before.

The contrasting shadows and moonlight highlighted his already sharp jawline, making him look more beautiful than ever.

Slowly, he rose from his seat, drawing nearer to her, his dark predatory gaze never leaving her. She wasn't able to look away either, her belly clenching with anticipation with every step he took.

She shivered as he ran his fingers though the red hair, his blue eyes going the deepest shade of sapphire possible.

"You're still wearing it, I see." he muttered darkly, a dangerous edge to his voice.

A slow smirk spread across her face. She knew no joy like seeing Ethan Ramsey tethering on the edge in a struggle for control.

And she'd make sure he fell over tonight.

"I thought you'd fallen asleep." she said, feigning nonchalance, pointedly ignoring his observation.

In a sudden movement, he pulled her hand by the wrist to the front of his pants, making her feel his hardness though the fabric.

"Do you know how hard it is to sleep like this?" He said through gritted teeth.

Lana was unfazed. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips as she stared right back into those celestial blues.

"I can only imagine." She murmured huskily as her fingers caressed him ever so slightly, confidence oozing through her as he twitched violently at her touch.

He pulled her hand away and onto his chest, having realized that his move had backfired.

"You made me wait." He accused, his rebellious gaze dropping to her lips.

"I think I know exactly how to make up for it." Lana said with coquettish smirk.

She captured his lips soon after, not letting him a chance to say anything more. Her hands travelled down to palm his bulge once more, making him groan against her lips. Tongues tangled in a desperate battle for dominance, their need for each other assuming more importance than air for a few breathless moments.

Lana pushed him onto the couch, looking down at him with a devilish smile as she pulled off her wig, shaking free her natural blonde curls. They fell around her shoulders gracefully as Ethan watched her with an awestruck look on his face, all traces of resistance gone. She took off her top next, taking delight in his sharp intake of breath as her breasts spilled free before his reverent eyes, following to straddle his lap and continue kissing him with abandon.

Her lips trailed down the corded muscles of his neck, sucking and biting as she goes. Ethan's hands meanwhile were firmly gripping her waist, another one inching underneath her skirt, closer and closer to her soaked core.

But she wouldn't let him get there. Not yet.

His shirt flew across the living room in a matter of seconds and then she on her knees before him, her lips having left a wet trail of kisses all over his chest and abs.

She unbuckled his belt with deft fingers, pulling down the redundant material of his trousers. His cock sprung free, jutting out in all it's glory, demanding immediate attention.

Her delicate fingers gripped him firmly, pumping him a few times torturously.

"Lana.." Ethan groaned helplessly.

She gave him a smile that she knew he found devastating.

"Feel free to pull my hair." she said as she moved to give a long luscious lick along his length.

Her blood red lips were wrapped around his cock the next second, causing Ethan's hips to buck up involuntarily. His fingers tangled in her hair, making her hum around him in satisfaction.

She was on her knees but the one surrendering was Ethan, completely at her mercy. That knowledge was as beholding as it was empowering.

She sank down the length of him, hollowing out her cheeks, relishing every grunt and moan that escaped his throat as she took him deeper into her own.

She repeated the motion, working him up, not letting the involuntary gags or tears brimming in her eyes stop her from taking him where she wanted.

Keeping eye contact, she realised him with a dizzying pop only to suck on his heavy balls till they were as wet as his now glistening cock.

The look of sheer adoration mixed with lust and frustration on his face had to the hottest thing she'd ever witnessed. It made her own folds drip with arousal.

Her tongue flicked across the slit of his tip, before her warm mouth engulfed him once more to bob down his steely length with determination, taking him all the way in.

"Sweetheart, you're going to make me.. FUCKK!"

His grip on her hair tightened, almost to the point of pain. It only served to excite her more. She didn't let up till he emptied himself down her throat, cursing as he shook and came like never before.

She licked him clean, not leaving a single drop.

She felt breathless and a little punch drunk as he pulled her up and into his arms, kissing her tenderly, softly caressing her cheek and wiping away the tears.

He pulled back to look at her, concern etching his handsome face. "Are you okay?"

She laughed. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

He seemed satisfied with her answer because the look of worry gave way to a roguish smirk.

"Just needed to be sure cause I'm not done with you yet."

"Wha-"

"Shhh." He silenced her with his fingers. "You had your way with me, didn't you? Now it's my turn."

"But.." her query died in a moan as Ethan's fingers found her dripping core.

"Damn." He hissed. "How are you already so wet?"

Lana was in no shape to answer because his thumb was working her clit in maddening circles, excruciating pleasure rippling through her as two fingers curled into her slick passage.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as his skillful fingers moved over her with precision and expertise, over and over again. Just when she was about to reach her peak however, he ceased all movements.

Lana cried out in disappointment from the sudden loss of sensations.

"What are you doing?" she hissed at him in frustration.

Ethan only smiled. "You didn't think I'd let you get away with all that teasing so fast, did you?"

"What do you-"

"Hush, my darling. I said it was my turn. You made me wait for you all evening. Now close your eyes."

"But-"

"No arguments." He said firmly.

Lana hesitantly shut her eyes, the ache between her legs getting unbearable with each passing second.

"Good girl." She could hear the smile in his voice. "Don't move an inch and keep your eyes shut. I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?" she cried. "You can't leave me like this."

"Don't you trust me, my love?" He chastened.

Lana gulped. "I do but.."

"No buts then. I promise I'll make it worth your while but no cheating or this ends here."

"No!" Lana shook her head. "I'll do as you say."

"That's my girl."

She heard his footsteps fade away as she struggled to stay still. She was tempted to take a peek and more anything else, touch herself and soothe the throb between her legs. She could get off so easily right now.

But she didn't dare disobey. The wait and build up made her wetter and more turned on than she'd ever been.

Her breath came in shallow pants as she waited and by the time he was back, she felt like one touch would be enough to make her explode.

He secured a silky fabric across her eyes and she heard a low click of glass on the surface of the table.

What the hell was that?

Her heart pounded in her chest and her sex clenched in anticipation.

"Hands above your head and don't move. Or I'll have to tie you up."

She nodded eagerly, following his instructions. "Please Ethan."

He chuckled. "Patience, my love. If there's anything I learnt tonight, it's that waiting makes everything better."

She gasped as she felt his lips on her inner thighs, his beard deliciously scraping her skin as he kissed her everywhere but where she needed him most. It was too much but not enough.

His fingers hooked around the lace of her panties. "As pretty as these are, they have to go."

A loud rip followed, tearing through the room and informing her that her panties were definitely in shreds.

"That was.." she choked out, almost in alarm, unable to finish her sentence. But Ethan seemed to understand her concern.

"I'll buy you more." He grunted.

She felt warm liquid slosh onto her chest, flowing down slowly between the valley of her breasts and down her belly, making her entire body tingle.

Her back arched as the flow inched closer to her pulsing core. She moaned out loud as it finally reached it's destination, suddenly cooling her hot sex.

Ethan's mouth closed on her clit before she could process what was going on.

"Ethannn" She cried out.

She didn't recognize the feline noises escaping her, gasping and moaning for her life as she climbed higher and higher with each masterful stroke of his tongue.

"God. I thought scotch was best had neat. I was wrong. So wrong." He muttered against her sex.

The low rumble vibrated through her body and as soon as his fingers joined the ministrations of his mouth, Lana catapulted over the edge, fireworks exploding behind her eyes and blinding her with hot white pleasure as she came all over his face harder than ever. He didn't stop till all the aftershocks rocking her subsided, letting her ride out her orgasm.

He removed her blindfold and pulled her into his arms, gently kissing the top of her head as she hugged him feebly.

As she caught her breath, her eyes landed on the expensive half empty bottle of scotch and she laughed. "Scotch and sex? Who would've thought?"

Ethan chuckled, running his fingers through her hair. "Me apparently. How did it feel?"

She buried her face in his chest, feeling her face heat. "You know how I felt. I was pretty vocal about it."

Low masculine laughter rumbled through his chest making her heart squeeze and sex clench, like she didn't just have the best orgasm of her life.

She wasn't embarrassed though because she could feel his rock hard errection against her thigh.

She looked up at him mischievously. "Are we ready for a round two?"

She yelped as he lifted her, her thighs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to their bedroom.

"Always."

Whew! I hope you enjoyed reading that. As usual, I'd love to know what you think. Please forgive the mistakes if there are any. I couldn't proofread due to shortage of time.

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Wearing THAT Part 2

Summary: Reader teases Dewey in a Poison Ivy costume. You finally get to fuck you best friend. Let him show you stars. Previous Masterlist

Tags: 17+ | Undressing, oral sex (female and male receiving), protected sex, light choking and spanking, and hair pulling

AN: damn I took way too long to post this but IT'S FINALLY HERE PLEASE ENJOY

“Big baby,” you hiss. 

“What was that?” Dewey sat up on his haunches and his jeans burned as he straddled your bare thighs. You could honestly say you never once imagined this would happen in real life and you’re kinda nervous about the expectations not just for you but for him. Yet every move he makes brings you confidence– you’re both all in now, why not have fun? You were about to fuck your best friend afterall. Speaking of, Dewey brings your attention back to the present when you feel his warm hands slide around your wrists and pin you to the bed below. “What did you say?” 

You can’t help but squirm and you feel the gush of new wetness seep out of you. Dominant Dewey was never something directed at you before now. “I called you a baby! What are you gonna do about it?” 

He knows you’re egging him on and he’s content to let you. His grip becomes tighter on your wrists to the point of pain and he loosens his grip like a warning. “Maybe I’ll flip you over and spank you, that what you want, you little brat?” 

Un-fucking-believeable. You hate being called a brat, fucking loathe the word, but it sounds like the sweetest threat coming from him (maybe because you know he doesn’t actually mean it). You want to say yes, but Dewey climbs off of you to disrobe. White button up whipped to the floor by the lamp, superman t-shirt lost to the carpet by the door. It’s when he starts to undo his belt that you involuntarily whimper. 

He hears you and goes a little slower. 

"This what you need," he says with certainty. "Fuck, you look good." 

His grip on your ankle encourages you as you slowly but surely wriggle and roll from your back to your belly, never breaking eye contact but feeling your whole body tremble. Dewey must see it as he drops his belt to the wayside much to your disappointment. You want to correct him, tell him you're excited, not scared, but you shut your mouth. Maybe it's for the best, you decide, maybe next time. 

You yelp and quickly cover your mouth when you feel Dewey's hand come down on your ass. Dewey watches your flesh jiggle with a smirk. You feel heat seer through your body and grab one of his pillows to bite down on. You wiggle your hips encouraging him to do more. 

You feel his hands slide up the backs of your thighs and then his teeth give you a nip on your sore cheek. The wetness between your legs grows. Dewey's hand comes down on your other cheek and your eyes roll back into your head. He groans and you hear him finally drop his jeans onto the floor before you feel his warmth meld onto your back. 

Dewey plants a tiny kiss behind your ear. "Ned's still awake. We have to be quiet," he whispers regrettably. 

"So?" You try to roll your hips and feel what can only be his hardened member. "Patty's out, what's Ned gonna do?" 

"Ned will come in here if we're not trying," Dewey replies, "he's done it before, trust me." 

You smack your lips to let him know you're annoyed but you are also immediately distracted by Dewey's warmth as it soaks into you. He's like your own personal heating unit, a furnace in human form. You can hardly feel the chill that usually takes over the room and you bet if you stood outside in the true Chicagoan winter in his arms you might not feel a thing. 

His tongue is even hotter as he runs it between your shoulder blades. You know he's right– there's no spanking your butt in a way that feels good and is light enough not to make a lot of sound. You two haven't even had sex yet and you're already thinking of next time. 

He purrs in your ear, "I'll make it up to you right now." 

Dewey nudges your legs apart to sit between them. You want to turn over and watch him but you're committed to this position and the thrill of not really knowing what comes next. He doesn't leave you wanting for long as his hand slides between your belly and the comforter and his hips roll against you, languidly brushing his cock between your moist folds. 

Fuck. "Do that again…" 

You're not the one in control here, and just to remind you of that, Dewey ignores you. You feel him pull away and his hands circle your hips up so he can slide a pillow underneath and prop you up higher. You spread your legs almost unconsciously and await eagerly for his next move. 

"Fuck." His breath ghosts over your backside and it makes you even more of a mess than you already are. "I can't believe it took us so long…" 

The feeling of his fingers digging into your cheeks is followed by the feeling of him pulling them, spreading them wider for better access to you. Your body trembles in anticipation and your eyes drift shut as you feel his dexterous tongue circle your entrance. Dewey's moan makes you clench and you have to bite down on the pillow you've kept to your chest to keep quiet. 

Dewey's mouth is languid and exploratory as he lavishes your most intimate parts with some much needed and long awaited attention. Your eyes roll back twice when he dips down to lick your clit, then goes back to focusing on your hole. The tip of his nose is another maddening sensation constantly bumping into you unexpectedly. You're used to your partner's noses bumping your clit, not your other hole. 

Just when you think you can't take anymore teasing, Dewey pushes two fingers into you down to the knuckle and you whine. They're fucking thick and you definitely saw that beast he's got swinging between his legs so you know this is merely preparation for what's to come next. It forces you to shiver and squeeze the intrusion much to Dewey's delight. 

"Dewey…" 

Dewey hums against you and your core tightens in response. The scratchy hair on his chin is driving you to the edge faster than you ever thought possible but you want to see him. You twist and contort until you can look and reach behind you. Instead of tangling your fingers in his hair, you pet him. His eyes open lazily, looking at you over the swell of your ass. His fingers and mouth never stop working your body with the same skill he puts into playing his guitar and you can't stop that wave of emotion from crashing over you. 

Your fingers curl into his hair and you can barely feel the moan he releases into your pussy because you are completely star bound as you cum. 

Your legs twitch as you fall limp to the surface of the bed. Your head is still in the clouds and you barely notice Dewey crawling up your body to lay half next to you half on top to just cuddle with you and let you come back to your feet. You're grateful for the brief respite as you catch your breath and come to. 

"Holy fuck." Your voice is muffled by a pillow and it makes Dewey chuckle. You roll over, put a hand on his chest to push him back and resettle face to face, then rest your eyes. "Gimme like five minutes." 

"That good huh?" His voice is positively dripping with smugness but you let him have it. 

There's nothing like the feeling of his head on your shoulder and his fingers gently grazing the back of your thigh. Dewey's not in a rush to finish, this is your first time together and he wants it to be good– he needs it to be good. Because he likes you. 

You catch your breath and sit up, forcing Dewey to roll off of you. He gets a good look at your front now that you've sat up and he drinks it all in, eyes never lingering in one place too long. That pride goes straight to your head and you lean over him mischievously. 

"This ain't everything you got, is it Rockstar?," you tease, "gonna show me what else you got, right?" 

Dewey's eyes quickly turn dark again and his hands slide up your thighs to your hips. One hand grips the back of your neck and pulls you down into a deep kiss, your nipples tingling as they brush the hair on his chest. You don't expect him to flip you over and can't stop the AAAAUUGH that escapes your mouth. 

You land right under the headboard not three inches from the night stand. Dewey towers over you, hips keeping your legs apart but it's not enough so Dewey presses his palms down on the inside of your knees to open you up even more, as far as you'll go. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip and you're briefly worried he's going to eat you out again– you want his cock. 

The bobbing, red thing that's been leaking precum since you sat in his lap at the party. He must have noticed your line of sight as his hips jut forward just a little bit, inviting you to touch him. You make him look at you as you reach for it, feeling the smooth velvet skin wrapped over an iron rod. It's imperfect in that good way. Curves a little to his left at the end and he keeps his bush trimmed. You give his cock a squeeze at the base with every stroke and watch his eyes roll back into his head. 

Dewey swallows roughly and shakes his head as if staving off a fog. He flicks your hand from his cock and leans down to kiss you again. You allow his tongue entrance without hesitation and run your fingers through his hair, just basking in his attention despite the throbbing need in your core. 

You definitely hear somebody open the door over Dewey's sweet moan, but it's forgotten as soon as the door closes and the grumble that follows is muffled on the other side. It sounded suspiciously like finally. 

You hum and break the kiss to breathe, "want your cock in my mouth." 

Dewey is already shaking his head but you're adamant. "Just for a second, please? It'll only be a second." 

"You're bold in assuming I'm going to last a second on that wicked tongue of yours." 

You chuckle, but you lean back anyway and lick your bottom lip expectantly. Dewey rolls his eyes playfully, but he can't hide that he wants to see– even if only for a second– just how far you can take him. And he is in for a surprise. 

"This is such a bad idea," he says, crawling up your body. "Stupid idea. Terrible…" 

When his hips are high on your shoulders you open your mouth wide, tongue out just to tease him. You are rewarded with a deep, deep groan. Dewey's already thinking about how he's never going to recover from this. 

With his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, he presses the leaking tip to your tongue. 

Instantly you give him a firm lick and feel his whole body shiver. The frenulum of his cock slides along the tip of your tongue deeper into your awaiting mouth. You wrap your lips around it and suck. The noise it pulls out of Dewey makes your nipples ache. 

"Fuck…" 

You relax your throat and take more of him and half way down his shaft you feel the hair of his balls tickle your chin. The man has to grab the headboard to keep himself upright, eyes rolling back into his head as he tries not to cum then and there. Before you can do anything more, his hips pull back, hand pressed to your forehead and he slides out of your mouth with a wet pop. 

"No more, no more," he begs. He looks delirious for half a moment before he gathers his wits and climbs off the bed. He digs around in his nightstand for condoms, flashing six foil packets and asking with far more sense than he has in the past few minutes, "what color?" 

"Green." 

Dewey tosses the others on the nightstand and rolls the green one on at your request. He mumbles something under his breath and you kick him in his pert little ass. "What was that?" 

"I said you would pick green." 

"Well I gotta remind you how good I look in it, don't I?" 

Dewey returns to the bed, towering over you from between your legs and ratcheting them up higher, bending you almost in half to glower almost menacingly. "The next time I catch you wearing tights, I'm going to fuck you through them." 

You hum and buck your hips in invitation. "promises, promises…" 

He kisses you as he finally, finally slides inside of your wet, tight heat. He tries, tries, tries to take it slow but once he's got the head in, he snaps his hips the rest of the way home, needing to be engulfed in you now. Your pussy feels even better on his cock than his fingers and you felt fucking amazing on his fingers. 

"Babe…" 

You dig your fingers in his hair and pull hard. "Fuck me, Dewey. I want bruises." 

Your command is his to obey. It's not long before his deep, testing thrusts become a brutal pounding, one where he has to grip the headboard with white knuckles and hold you down with the other hand on your stomach. You take it– all of it– with dirty moans and thrashing. He's hitting something deep inside you that nobody has ever hit before and it's fucking unravelling you at the seems. 

"So good…" his mumbling voice finally rises enough that you can make sense of his words over the wet slap of skin on skin. You're both coated in sweat and drunk on each other's bodies. Your eyes drifted shut at some point trying to not get overwhelmed by the many sensations but they fly open when you feel fingers around your neck. 

Dewey's looking down at you and you've never felt hotter. His hand squeezes– for nothing more than a single second– and he watches you, still pounding away at your pussy. 

You lean your head back, a silent offering. The next breath you take is deep and you are given no choice but to hold it as Dewey finally finally clamps his hand around your throat like a vice. Your mouth opens subconsciously but you cannot gasp. No air goes in or out of your lungs, there is only a burn beginning in your chest and a dizziness in your head. 

Your eyes roll back and you break the instant Dewey let's slip a very unconscious and in the moment "fucking love you." 

Stars burst behind your widened eyes and a gush of wet seeps in from somewhere in your body and pushes Dewey's cock out. He let's your throat go and has to cover your mouth at the volume of your moan. 

The man laughs at the spectical and pushes back inside your heat, fucking your through your second orgasm and delighting in being covered in way more liquid than either of you expected. 

His pace changes, long deep strokes meant for him and his pleasure. How he can still fuck you at this pace will leave you wondering for months after this, but he does and he does it so well. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him down flush against your skin. 

The change in angle brushes your clit and causes tiny sparks in you and you tighten around Dewey with a purr. He meets your purr with a growl, burying his face in your chest and continuing to pump into you. He's close, you can feel it in the frantic change in his rhythm. Dewey keeps time like a fucking metronome but he's lost in the feeling of your skin, your smell, your embrace. 

Your legs wrap around his hips and you run your tongue over his ear before you whisper, "I love you too, Dewey." 

Dewey's entire body freezes. His cock throbs with the beat of his heart as he fills the green condom and presses his hips into yours as hard as he can. He can't breathe until his orgasm recedes, and by then you're coming again too just from the excitement of it all. He can barely hear the whimper he releases into the hollow of your throat as your pussy milks him for all he's worth. 

You're both shaking for several minutes in the afterglow, holding each other and catching your collective breaths. You barely remember cleaning up and changing the sheets. You do remember sharing starry eyed glances and giggles with Dewey just before finally falling into bed and curling into each other. 

"Ok," you say, "I know I said we don't have to label it but…" 

Dewey drags his knuckles against your spine. "Yeah… if you had to pick a name… what would you call it?" 

You hum and draw stars on his chest. "How about… for the rest of my life?" 

Dewey smiles till his cheeks hurt. "I could get behind that." 

~

Morning comes with a flourish of sounds. Dewey's snoring, birds chirping, Patty knocking. 

Oh god Patty's knocking… 

You bury your face in Dewey's neck and groan. There's no way she remembers your promise… right? She's knocking a lot, maybe she's just mad with a huge hangover. "Dewey! Where's my girl? Dewey!" 

"She's in here!" Your head shot up and you looked at Dewey with a face belying utter betrayal. Dewey simply looked at you with no remorse, like a cat who pushed your glass of wine from the table. "Ready to go for a run babe? You're good right? Do your legs work?" 

"You motherfuck–" 

But then Patty was opening the door with a confused face and you had to scramble to cover your nudity. "What? You're sleeping in the same bed now?" 

"Uh…" you're at a loss for words between the two of them. 

"Doesn't matter, get dressed! You can borrow my clothes or Dewey's, shower later! Let's go!" 

As soon as Patty's gone from the door, you turn on Dewey. The man throws a hand up in defense but instead of catching your hands, you kiss him. You hold his heart in your hands and kiss him deep and long. When you finally pull back, he's breathless and ready for a second round. 

And that's when you tell him, "when I get back, I'm gonna smash your guitar into tiny little pieces and stab you with them." 

You left him alone to panic for the hour you were gone (he spent it hiding his equipment from you). 

The End

@fundamentally-lazy @werwulfy @hoodoo12 @escape-your-grape @go-commander-kim @imma-fucking-nerd

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Softer on the inside

Chapter 4 : " bleeding"

Ch2/3 here

WARNING ⚠️: PERIOD and smut

Also quick mention of being sterile so if you're unconfortable with any of this feel free to leave

It was always known that women would be in the outpost, so : the co-operative provided for their protections, they braucht Tampons, Pads, And even a few cups.

But you'd been there for a long time and well, the outpost was running low on the disposable ones. You didn't have period anymore, wilhemina knew that, since she noticed after a few months you didn't go through the stash, but she knew better to ask you anything. For all she knew you could have been born with a condition or something of that sort. You were both laying on her bed, she was reading a book in your arms and you were playing with her red hair, you heard her groan as she shifted slightly.

"Babe ?" You asked as your brows scrunched up

"Yes darling?"

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. Obviously" she replied coldly, her face expressionless. Wilhemina was still defensive when it came to her emotions, she rarely let herself be vulnerable around you.

Even though she was making efforts towards opening up, because you kept showing her you didn't have any bad intentions.

"Wilhemina...it's okay if you are not you know that ?" You whispered in her ear as you kissed her neck and held her more tightly. You pointed to the rest of your room

"I love you. Look around.. no one else is here, it's just us... nobody's going to make fun or judge you...what's going on sweetheart"

"I'm fi.." you cut her off before she could answer

"I swear if you tell me 'i'm fine' again"

"I..i"

"You know what .."

"Please don't be mad at me"

"No..honey I was going to ask you if I made suggestions and you just answered me yes or no it could be easier for you, if speaking is the issue"

"No it's okay..I'm just..it's nothing really...i just have period cramps and I..oh god this is embarrassing..., I couldn't...put the tampon on correctly, so it hurts to.."

"Was it the first time you used one of these?"

"...yes..i usually put pads but we have none left, and I can't put a cup on...b..because I can't bend down for it..."

"Oh..honey that's nothing to be embarrassed about. Besides I've been exactly where that's tampon is" you joked throwing her a wink.

"In all seriousness tho when did you put it on"

"Like an hour ago ? I thought the pain would stop but I already tried to put on like 3 of them and I only have 5 left. I don't know what I'm going to to y/n" you left your place behind her and went to the bathroom after

"Okay.. get up sweetie."

She was confused at your actions

"What ? Why?"

"I'm not gonna leave you in pain like this"

"But...wh..what ?"

"Just get yours right here"

"What ?"

"Your butt. Get it here..come on"

She finally complied and lead on her cane for support as she joined you in the bathroom.

"Take off your skirt and panties babe"

"What ? I will not.." you turned around and took her hands in yours thumbs caressing her skin.

"Sweetie, I'm not embarrassed by this. So you have no reason to be. I love you. Period blood is just regular blood and pieces of andrometriosis...let me do this for you, If there's something I can do to avoid you being in pain I will do it."

"..okay"

"Now I don't want to overstep your boundaries so if it's really something that makes you unconfortable we'll find another solution."

"No I'm going to try to trust you"

"Oh...mina...I'm not going to hurt you sweetie"

She started to undress from her bottoms, leaving her half naked. You told her to hop in the shower since it would be easier to manage and you asked if she'd be more comfortable if you were both fully naked  and took a shower. She nodded and you got ready with her guiding her when the water was warm enough.

You gently washed her before asking her if you could pull it out by the string to shower properly before going to bed.

After you were both all cleaned you slowly picked up the showerhead and set the flow so it landed on her lower stomach, guiding it down to her core. She moaned as it hit her clit, and you looked into her eyes before she breathed "please continue"

It was all you needed to kiss her lips and press her up against the tiles, lifting her leg up minding her back. You hand crept down further and you pushed two fingers inside her, the water still stimulating her. It didn't take her long for her to reach her climax and she shook against you before you turned off the water and let her rest in your arms. You dried her then yourself before wrapping both of you in towels. You went to reach a cup in the drawers before turning around seeing her face field with worry.

"I told you I can't put it on y/n"

"You don't have to bend down, and don't worry I'm going to put it in and show you how you can try"

"..oh okay"

"If it's fine with you of course"

"Yes"

You took her arms and slowly guided her down on her knees so her legs were parted and she didn't get hurt.

"Right..so try and kneel like this"

"Here ?"

"Yes. Now see you need to fold it like this, and then try to ease it in" you showed her and lean it next to her vulva.

"I..I'm going to be to tight y/n"

"You're too stressed, that's why. You need to relax, it's not going to hurt baby I'm right here."

"What if that's to big for me ?"

"Honey you have no trouble taking my three fingers in and they are much bigger that that cup."

She blushed heavily and you giggled.

"You know what, I think if you touch yourself while Putting it in it'll be easier"

"Really"

"Yes... Here"

You said before slowly teasing her clit with your fingers and kissing her neck biting it down.

Once you felt she was more relaxed you were able to find her vagina quicky and slowly pushed the cup inside before letting it go and hearing it pop when it was set right inside her.

"There all done..now to pull it out, you pinch and drag"

You said just as you did and got up to wash your bloody fingers.

"Hey don't worry about it, it's just blood, Now try it yourself"

And she did, after a few minutes of trying to figure it out, she got it in, and then out, and in again for it's final resting place.

"All set. See I knew you could do it"

"Thank you y/n. I wouldn't have been able to without you"

"No problem babe, now let's get to bed"

You both settled on the bed her arms draped over your belly, and yours around her shoulders to hold her close to you.

"Y/n ? Can I ask you something ?"

"Sure"

"I've noticed you don't get your periods why ?"

"Oh..well...I used to but a few years ago I had  an extra uterine pregnancy and they had to ligature both of my fallopian tubes. So I became sterile and I don't have any periods because I don't ovulate anymore."

"Oh..I'm so sorry darling..."

"It's okay It's probably better off that way, at least I didn't have to raise a kid when the world fell apart"

She nodded slightly and rested her head on your shoulder. You kissed her forehead before drifting off to try and sleep.

"I love you darling"

"Me too mina..me too"

A/n : yes I know you ain't suppose to wear a cup to sleep.

Sue me.