#i made it for practice purposes but it turned out pretty nicely so i decided to post it

[23starii]

Pleasant Surprise - tendo x reader

Summary: He's used to girls trying to get through him to get to Ushiwaka. He knows no girl actually wants to be with him or get to know him. None of the gifts he receives are ever actually for him. Until you approach him one day after practice.

Warnings/notes: insecurity, speculation, rudeness, but, tbh not that much, short reader (shorter than Tendo). Chat I literally wrote all of day two and left to find a divider AND TURNS OUT EVERYTHING DELETED SO I HAD TO REWRITE THE WHOLE THING 😆😆😆😆😆

Day one

Practice was finally over.

Tendo loved it. It was another good day for him and the team.

What he didn't quite loves was-

"E-excuse me?" A tiny feminine voice to his left.

"Can I help you?" He answered, almost rudely. He knew what was to come, especially with the way you held the small, neatly wrapped gift box in between your hands.

"I'm really sorry to bother you, Tendo.." You began, shyly looking up at the taller male.

Tendo almost rolled his eyes. He wanted to just tell you to go away. He couldn't take it anymore. He just wanted to go home, but here you were, a cute girl saying his name with the sweetest voice trying to use him to get to his buddy.

It would be nice not to be looked over for once. Not only was it annoying to have to go through this nearly every day but painful, too. You were so cute and pretty. He recalled seeing you around and watching their practice several times.

"I made this for you. I was wondering if you'd accept it?" The girl brought her arms up higher, showing off the tiny box to the volleyball player.

"Listen-" Tendo almost answered in his usual way, telling girls to just go away because Ushiwaka didn't want their gifts anyway but then he realized what you said.

A gift for him? This was new. You wanted to earn his trust and get close to him just so he could introduce you to Ushiwaka. Didn't you?

Figures.

"U-um, you don't have to.. if you don't want to." You spoke up after Tendo was quiet for some time, thinking.

"Is it for me?" He wondered.

"Yes! It's for you! I made this just for you, Tendo."

Before he could say anything, you decided to keep speaking your mind, making sure he understood the extent of your purpose for being in front of him today.

"I've been coming to watch you practice for some time now.. you're amazing. You're so tall and a great blocker! I can tell you enjoy playing the game very much.. you always have a smile on your face when you play. And I enjoy watching you..very much as well."

Tendo was stunned, to say the least. You spoke without even looking at him. What you said didn't sound rehearsed or bogusly put together.

He wasn't sure what to say or do. He didn't know if he was convinced either.

"I took the time to learn that you really like chocolate too.. so that's why I made it for you. It took me a while to get the recipe right, but I did it just for you.. so I would really appreciate it if you could accept my hard work." You stared at the floor, face flushed and embarrassed, arms stretched out. You couldn't believe you poured nearly your whole heart out to him when he hadn't even said more than one word to you.

"Um.. okay. Thank you very much. I'll make sure to have these later." Tendo took the small box from your pretty hands. He had never been in a situation like this before - he hoped his answer wasn't too blunt or that he made you feel dumb for being here.

"Please! Let me know if you like them! Or if you dont.. I'd be very happy to make more for you!" You bowed quickly before speeding off in the opposite direction, cheeks burning.

You really hopped you hadn't said too much.

Tendo watched you walk away, cocking his head slightly to the his right, puzzled.

Could it be that you really did make it for him because you wanted to give it to him?

Could it be true that you really had been watching him and not Ushiwaka?

"Damn. That girl was really nervous." He hears Semi from his left speak.

"Aw man! You're so lucky, Tendo! She was cute.." Goshiki gushes from his right.

"Yeah, she was.."

Day two

The next day, Tendo walked the halls with the knowledge that somewhere in the same building, there was a girl who made the best chocolates he's ever had.

He hardly thought of anything else since he popped one of the treats into his mouth the night prior. He couldn't believe something so delicious could be made. And just for him nonetheless.

He hoped your words were truthful. He hoped he would see you again that afternoon so he could thank you.

Tendo made his way toward the gym, where he would be partaking in the usual practice routine.

When he arrived and was fully changed into his gym clothes, he made sure to warm up with his teammates.

He stretched and received a few balls, making sure to keep an eye out for you.

The redhead made sure to glance over at the students' section every so often.

Tendo was quite disillusioned to find you nowhere to be seen.

An hour into practice, he figured you just weren't coming. He had been tricked, hadn't he.

Oh well.

There's no way a girl like you would seriously be into him.

He decided to go on as if nothing had happened, as per usual. He continued giving it his all during practice as was expected from him.

.

.

.

Tendo exited the changing room, having his regular school uniform on now. He could hear his younger teammates messing about in the room behind him while he bent down low, grabbing his shows and placing them in front of himself.

"Tendo." He hears the firm, stoic voice of his best buddy call out.

"Hey! Wakaaa!" The lankier boy teased with the nickname, looking off in Ushijima's direction whilst putting his left shoe on.

"There was a girl looking for you." The barely taller male spoke.

"A girl?" Tendo repeated, moving on to his right shoe.

"I thought she was gonna ask me for my autograph. Instead, she asked me about you." Ushiwaka informed, with his usual straight face.

Tendo straightened up his body, finishing up with his shoes he turned his full attention to his friend.

"Where is she?" The redhead asked, picturing your shaky figure holding out the gift he enjoyed so much.

Ushiwaka shrugged.

"She was outside the gym, last time I saw her."

Tendo thanked his friend and quickly made his way back to the gym, hoping he hadn't missed you.

He was relieved to find you curiously standing about right outside the gym.

"Excuse me?" He spoke, stepping to you.

You quickly turn around to meet the boy, your hair whipping the air from the speed.

"Tendo!" You spoke, surprised.

"I'm shocked, I didn't think I'd see you again or have the chance to thank you for those chocolates." Tendo teased, reffering to your absence earlier.

He watched your face twist into guilt.

"I am only able to see you when my club activities end early. I'm so sorry! Did you like the gift then..?" You ramble, apologetically, your cheeks flushing.

Tendo suddenly found it increasingly difficult to hide how flattered he is by your presence.

You took the time to come see him after your own club activities and even asked Ushiwaka about him. And the way you messed with your uniform nervously as you spoke was adorable in his eyes.

"Like it? I loved it!! I've never had anything so good before." His face warmed up.

"Really?? It was a family recipe.. I barely learned it, so I'm glad you enjoyed them!" You gave another sweet smile, almost as sweet as the treats the boy had last night.

"You'll have to teach me that recipe some time, cause seriously, I've never had anything like that before!" He gushed, hoping he didn't sound too enthusiastic.

You blush at his compliments.

"So.. do you enjoy making sweets too, Tendo?" You wonder, hoping the two of you might find something in common, it would be beneficial to keep the conversation going which you hoped would happen.

"Actually, I've never baked or anything like that. But, if it's possible to make something that good, I'd like to learn it."

You were happy that he took such interest in you. You honestly hadn't expected it. You were just some girl after all. It warmed your heart and the tips of your ears.

"By the way, you were looking for me? Ushiwaka told me."

Again, your cheeks flushed and you stiffened up.

"Well, I wanted to see you! I am a fan of yours, you know!" You laughed awkwardly admitting you truly did just want to see him.

Tendo's cheeks warmed further equal to yours now.

You wanted to see him? His fan? A pretty girl?

Could words be ever more flattering? Could you make him any more embarrassed? He seriously couldn't believe it.

You really called yourself his fan.

"Oh, wow. I didn't know I had such a beautiful fan." He sputtered, relieved that he hadn't stuttered. He almost missed your expression after those words.

Your face dropped, and he could see the visible pink hue that coated your pretty cheeks.

"I-Well, you know, I mean.. you're awesome and like also super! And beautiful.. too.." Your eyes widened from your own words. How could one stumble over themselves so damn much?

You internally beat the shit out of yourself. There's no way you didn't totally just blow it.

You almost missed how his eyes widened, too, and he blushed. Tendo looked as if you could eat him right up right then and there.

"Jeez.. you really came here just to flatter me." Tendo couldn't ignore the fact that no one had ever called him beautiful before. You were the first. And damn, it was a really nice feeling.

He couldn't believe it. This had to be a dream.

You couldn't really reply after how badly you stuttered you were surely traumatized from the embarrassment.

"So, how about that recipe?"

The boy eased your nerves by not turning away or insinuating that he disliked you. He wouldn't anyway. No way in a million years would he walk away.

You smiled, taking a deep breath to calm yourself before continuing the conversation.

You gave him a social media account of your choosing so he could contact you.

Tendo asked about your club, and the two of you spoke of your many interests. He even walked with you to your bus stop.

You found that the two of you didn't have much in common, but his interest in your hobby of baking and making sweets just might change that.

It might even create a duo of married chocolatiers.

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[targaryenluvs]

TOO SWEET / SOULLESS!SAM WINCHESTER

PAIRINGS: Soulless Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: You were simply just trying to get through your day, he found himself enticed by your kindness and unwilling to let go.

WARNINGS: Innocence kink, teasing, flattery, size diff kink, dacryphillia, hair pulling, non-con/dub-con, rough, angry Sam, p in v, fingering, cream pie, babying, virgin reader, blood, scratches

WORDCOUNT: 3K Words

A/N: I can’t just write a sweet Sam fic and not balance out the scales! This is a bit self indulgent so short!reader. Also I’m not an avid drinker so bare with me at the bar 😭 @lady-ashfade here it is!!

Gif not mine, credits to the owner!

A03 Link

You hadn’t meant to bump into him, no one bumps into people on purpose. But you were scared of running out of time before the shop closed and weren’t really caring about your surroundings.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry!” You immediately apologised whilst grabbing everything that had dropped to the floor. His hands grazed yours and you froze up, making eye contact with the man. “No, it was my fault.” His voice mocked the concern in yours, even if it didn’t reach his eyes.

You laughed, “Are you kidding? I totally bumped into you, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” You stood up with all your belongings in hand and with a smile. “I should be on my way. Again, I’m so sorry.” Sam shook his head, “You don’t need to keep apologising.”

Your lips pressed into a tight smile as you nodded, “Okay.” The awkwardness of your interaction was practically unbearable. “I’ll be on my way, have a nice day.” Sam watched as you walked away, and he couldn’t help but laugh. Not out of happiness but intrigue.

He wanted more, and he wasn’t going to stop until he did.

You were sweet, unnaturally so, he wanted a taste.

So with out your knowledge of course, he followed you. For the rest of the day he was right behind you, and you were blissfully unaware. You finished up with your groceries about an hour later and finally crossing off everything to do that day.

As you stood near the exit with your cart you couldn’t help but sigh. Seven bags, loaded, and paper with only two arms. Your car was in the shop so you’d put off a lot of things, which resulted in them piling up.

So you decided for a delivery instead, but you had to wait until the truck came back to allow them to pick your groceries up and eventually drop them off. You wondered if they’d give you a ride in all honesty.

You waited outside the doors whilst reading a magazine you bought, which was surprisingly interesting.

You really should be more aware of your surroundings.

“Do you need some help?” You glanced upwards at the sound of a familiar voice, the man from before. He was so tall and pretty, “Oh! No, I’m just waiting.” You smiled widely as you placed the magazine inside a bag. “I didn’t catch your name back there, I’m Y/n.” Sam smiled, “Nice to meet you Y/n, I’m Sam.” His eyes trailed down, you were wearing a low cut dress, it sure as hell suited you.

“Completing some shopping are we?” He chuckled at the notion, Sam, grocery shopping like a normal person. “I was about to, until I saw your gorgeous self.” His words made you giggle, you could feel your face grow hotter. “Oh god, you are— that’s so sweet.” Your hands intertwined with eachother as you looked down to your feet, a strand falling in front of your eyes.

Sam’s hand darted out to tuck it behind your ear, “Oh, thank you.” Your voice was sweet, he wondered if you were this shy in bed. “No problem. I was wondering—,”

“Ma’am?” A worker came outside with a smile, “Trucks here, would you like me to unpack it all for you?” You nodded quickly, “Oh yes, please.” You were always so polite. “Someone as pretty as you shouldn’t be doing it all herself am I right?” Sam’s jaw tightened as he watched your face flush, “I’ll help her unload.”

You both turned to Sam, “No you don’t need to seriously.” The look in Sam’s eyes was unsettling, and you thought the worker noticed it too. “I’ll help.” It wasn’t an ask, he was telling you. And you were the furthest thing from confrontational, so you let him take the cart. The worker passed a clipboard to you to fill out your address, Sam passed it onto the driver.

Sam couldn’t figure out for the life of him why he wanted you so badly, he couldn’t care less usually about some random girl. But there was something about you that drew him to you, you were so, innocent. In need. And he wanted to sink his teeth into you, badly.

Once he was done you offered him a tight lipped smile, unsure of his mood, “Thank you Sam, you didn’t have to at all.” He knew he didn’t have to, “It’s nothing really, you needed the help.” Sam couldn’t help but grin when he noticed you quite literally straining your neck to look up at him. You were so, pocket sized.

As if I can’t load groceries into a trunk? His words made you seem weak, but you brushed it off. “I don’t how to repay—,”

Bad choice of words sweetheart.

“Let me take you out.”

Somehow you’d managed to let him smooth talk you into a hang out. So here you were, sitting with him at the bar. Sam was anything but boring. He had about a million comments locked and loaded for every second. You found yourself enthralled by him, it’d been far too long since you enjoyed yourself on a night out.

“You’re lying!”

“I’m not, at all. Believe what you want Sweetheart.” The nickname made you want to kick your feet and smile. Sam was so, amazing. He was tall, handsome, funny and kind. You could’ve maybe added chivalrous to the list. Sam waved over the bartender, he’d finished his third beer whilst you nursed a Cosmo.

Sam raised an eyebrow at your drink, you’d had it for about twenty minutes and before it a coke. “Pacing yourself are we?” The glass turned in your hands as you sighed, “I don’t drink that often honestly.”

“No?” Sam feigned interest, “Yeah, I’m more of the designated driver. I find it better to have fun sober in all honesty rather than waking up with a pounding headache and unaware of my surroundings.” Getting blackout drunk wasn’t on everyone’s to do lists which was respectable he guessed. “Good girl.”

The words made your eyes widen as you took another sip, Sam noticed. He found your shyness cute. Usually by know a girl was pawing at him, hinting towards a get away to her place or at least flirting. But you were just, talking. Like you wanted to get to know him rather than fuck him.

He found it adorable at the start, you barely knew what you were doing. But with your tits on display, and him being more than tall enough to look down your dress, he wanted nothing more than to get out of the place.

It’d been thirty minutes since his third beer. He was on his seventh and you were on another coke. Sam was so close to blowing up. The way you looked up at him, when your lips chased after the liquid in your cup, and your cute little body in that short dress.

You glanced at the clock on the wall and gasped, you had work you needed to submit by 11 and it was already 10. “I completely lost track of time, oh my god!” Sam watched as you smiled at the bartender, swiftly tossing down a thirty as you swung your bag over your shoulder.

Sam placed his beer down, undeniably irritated by your sudden departure, “Thank you so much for such a nice night Sam, it was really nice getting to know you. I hope we can maybe see eachother again?” You barely waited for an answer before placing a peck on his cheek.

“I’ll see you around?”

It was the last thing you said before you bolted out the door. Sam was surprisingly stunned, within a minute you’d upped and left him alone. Not once did you overtly flirt or bat your eye lashes, it was honestly refreshing. A challenge is what he saw you as and a kind man is what saw you in him. How wrong you were, and how badly he wanted you.

Sam downed the rest of his drink before deciding, he was coming after you.

The night air nipped at your bare skin, you’d idiotically forgone a jacket or shawl. All you wanted was to get home and debrief with your friend who was proud of you for finally going out with someone. You really did enjoy yourself with Sam, but at the same time in your opinion there was something off about him.

He’d make a good friend.

As you entered your apartment you immediately sighed, if there was something you loved more than shopping or going out, it was your home. You quickly removed your heels and placed your bag on the counter before moving to your room. Makeup wipes disposed of, clothes picked out and the weekend was tomorrow.

You decided to wear a simple gown since it was a bit too warm in your place. As you were about to turn down the heat—

The lights went out.

Your hands trailed along the walls until you reached your living room curtains, thankfully you lived in the city. As you looked out you realised it was probably only your building. A creaking from behind caused you to turn sharply, “Hello?” No response. You slowly made your way to the kitchen, grabbing a flashlight from your drawer.

The living room seemed empty, shadows drawn out by the light. Another creak came, but closer this time, “If there’s someone here, I’m so close to calling the cops.”

You screamed as you heard a chuckle from behind you, “How are you going to call without a phone?” You knew that voice, “Sam?” He stepped out from behind you with a wide grin, his eyes were trained on you, like a predator. The way he stared sent shivers down your spine, “What the hell are you doing here? How did you even—,”

“I saw your address on the delivery sheet. You really shouldn’t just pass around personal details sweetheart.” You swallowed before backing up, he continued walking forwards, “I— I didn’t show it you on purpose.” Sam shook his head disapprovingly as he tutted, “It’s no excuse, it was reckless of you. Imagine what would’ve happened if the wrong person saw?”

The tears were welling quickly, this was not the Sam you’d met, the one that you laughed and drunk with. This Sam was intimidating, “You are the wrong person.”

Your back was up against the wall, “Ouch, I wasn’t the wrong person when you needed help right? I wasn’t the wrong person when you wanted to go out. You’re a bitch, you know that? Wearing that little dress, that black lace and leaving me by myself. What was so important that you had to go? Or do you just get kicks out of leaving guys high and dry?”

You shook your head vehemently, tears dropping down your cheeks. Sam’s thumb caressed your cheek whilst the other traced upwards, “No.” You cried out, “No?” Sam mocked as he raised his eyebrows, “No to what sweetie? No to being a slut or something else?” His fingers ghosted over your panties as you jerked your hips upwards, “Sensitive aren’t you, not so sure if you’re a slut anymore Y/n/n.”

You refrained from puking at the nickname, “Something else.” Sam smirked as he took you in, teary, puffy eyes with a tear stained face. You struggled with getting your words out, his presence was overwhelming. You knew you couldn’t actually put up a fight, this man was a giant. And he’d absolutely crush you, no chance.

“No to this?” His fingers slipped your panties to the side and laughed when you began to sob into his shoulder. His finger presses against your clit as a gasp falls from your lips, “Can’t tell me you don’t want it when you’re acting like this Y/n/n.” You cringed at the lewd squelch that came from you.

Sam groaned as your fingertips dug into his biceps, “Sammy please.” He wanted to hit you the second you called him Sammy, but the wide eyes that stared up at him were too cute. “Tell me, tell Sammy what you need.” It was tedious at this point, his fingers had withdrawn from your clit, his touch was light and never where you needed it to be.

“Please just— just do something!” You wanted to cry even more, the apartment was warm and so were you. Your head was foggy, and all you could focus on was Sam’s large hands and thick fingers. “Please, I need you.” He pressed a finger to your clit and you moaned out, “Sammy!”

“You’re so wet Y/n/n, all for me yeah?” You were too far gone as he entered a finger, in and out. “When I say something,” Not even giving a minute to adjust, Sam added another finger as your fingernails scratched down his arms, “You respond.” His other hand came around your neck, his own fingernails imprint upon the smooth skin.

You whined at the loss of contact as Sam pulled out, feeling discomfort as you could feel your own slick coating your thighs, “Jump.” Sam had his hands on your ass as you jumped up, “Good girl.”

He laid you down on the bed before taking his own clothes off. You expected him to continue with fingering you but Sam had different plans. Because if there was one thing he put on top?

His own pleasure.

When you felt him rubbing his cock on your cunt, you immediately began to crawl away, “What do you think you’re doing Y/n/n?” Sam’s hands circled around your wrists as you squealed, his grip was tight and bruising.

“I’ve never…”

Oh this was too good. As if he wasn’t already having a good night. When you finally stopped fighting him, realising the stupidity of it, you looked at him.

His face was twisted in concern and you felt your heart swell, he was going to let you go. But then, you watched in horror as he began to laugh.

“Baby, you think I care? More fun for me.”

Your bedroom was filled with lewd sounds of skin and groans from Sam, your hands were pinned down above your head courtesy of Sam. He thrusted meanly and with so much force that you had scratched his back bloody.

“Shit Y/n/n, I knew you’d have a tight cunt but, fuck.”You hated him, how gorgeous he looked above you, how the sweat made his abs glisten and how your body reacted to his words.

Sam’s one hand was more than enough to hold both of yours, he traced your tits before pinching your nipple causing you to scream out. “Does it hurt? Poor baby.” He continued plunging into you, his dick twitched inside as he noticed the crimson on his dick.

Sam slowed his movements down as he noticed your eyes fluttering, “You keep your eyes on me Y/n. Close your eyes on me again and see what happens.” You quite literally couldn’t help it, Sam had already came inside you twice and your body had given up on fighting long ago.

“Please, just stop it Sam.” He scoffed at the plea, “What, I’m not Sammy anymore?” Sam teased as his hand came down to your clit, pressing down.

“This is all your fault y’know? Leaving me at the bar like I’m pathetic? Only pathetic thing here is you. Can’t even fight back now?” You barely managed to shake your head as Sam’s strong hands squeezed your hips before lifting and a slap landed on your ass.

“Cute little thing aren’t you?”

Sam pulled out before flipping you onto your stomach, pulling you back by your hips he ground against your ass. He prodded at your ass using your slick to stretch you out, “Cute ass too, maybe next time?” You shook your head at the notion, “Baby, Y/n/n you gotta use your words.”

He slid back into your tight cunt and groaned, “Fuck you’re so good. All— all for me.” You found yourself clutching onto the bed as he drove in and out mercilessly. You felt your legs begin to quiver as your cunt throbbed and clenched and you closed your eyes, trying your hardest to hold back. His hand tangled itself in your hair.

Sam’s hand on your ass kneaded and slapped, leaving it throbbing. “Fuck I can feel you, cum. Cum for me.” As much as you didn’t want to give him the pleasure of knowing you felt as if you were going to explode. Sam was there too, you could feel his hips falter and his grip on your hair tighten.

“You’re mine, fuck, You’re mine. You understand?” His voice whispered against your ears and then you felt it. Sam’s cock throbbed inside of you, you could feel it with how deep he was inside of you, and thick, hot, ropes of cum filling you up as he came.

Sam’s hand pressed down onto your stomach, “Feel that Y/n/n?” Sam’s voice was prominent by your ear, “Yes Sammy!” You exclaimed, it felt as if you were filled to the brim as he bottomed out in you.

He grinned before pulling out, you immediately collapsed onto the bed. You closed your eyes hoping it was over now. You jolted as you felt Sam’s fingers stuff his loads of cum back into you, “Keep that in there, or I’ll take you again.” Sam smiled as you nodded.

He surprisingly didn’t leave, instead he laid next to you. Sam had given you a break, two minutes was enough right?

Your peace was taken again as you felt a hand crawl around on your hip, “On second thought,”

“I might just take your ass now.”

[rogueabs]

Guilty as Sin

My bedsheets are ablazeI've screamed her nameBuilding up like wavesCrashing over my graveWithout ever touching her skinHow can I be guilty as sin? “- Guilty as Sin, Taylor Swift

You had built an image of yourself to your family, one your friends wanted you to break free from. They didn’t understand what it was to see the people that gave you life, seeing your identity and who you love as a sin. Meeting Abby for a one night stand painted brightly what you couldn't see before, her touch, how your bodies fit, that’s what heaven was.

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut!

Word count: 2450

photo from @thelosstvalkyrie

“Ellie stop”, you recall telling your best friend you didn’t need a set-up.

“Look (Y/N), there's nothing wrong with you liking women, why are you so afraid?” you couldn't take it anymore and the last time you recall is slapping Ellie and running away from her apartment.

H-how could she do this to you, she knows exactly why you’re afraid. All of your one night stands with women she knows so well about, you had to “please your sins” as your mother once described when she found you kissing Claire in middle school.

 “There’s nothing wrong with what you did darling, but it is a sin, do you want to not meet grandma in heaven? One day you’ll meet a nice young man to grow old with.”

And that’s what you did, as a way to let them believe they raised the perfect heterosexual daughter.

You decided to do what you knew better, a tinder hook-up.

You swiped and swiped left until you saw her… Abby. She had pictures of herself flexing at the gym, a picture of her on a bar and all you could focus your gaze on was how beautiful her strong hands looked wrapped around the beer bottle. Without thinking twice you swiped right and you saw the stunning “it’s a match pop-up”.

In her bio she stated that she was in med school and you decided to be corny and text her “If I knew a doctor could look this good I would be sick more often to pay you a visit.”

“Now would you?” the blonde texted back.

For the next 2 hours you both texted back and forth, sharing each other's phone number. You had never been so hooked on a woman through a phone, you needed her. 

“Want to go out for a drink tonight?”

Unfortunately you didn’t the reply you desired, “I have a final exam tomorrow, but we could meet afterwards, my treat;)” 

You replied agreeing to the delayed date and a few minutes later you received a text with a photo attached. 

“I’m taking a break right now, want to call?” you were practically drooling looking at the photo Abby sent you, her in a black tank top with boxers on, her brawny hand holding her shirt up showing her sculpted abs, the angle showed how well built and muscular and big thighs were.

You weren’t a stranger at the game of sexting until someone drove to someone's house to please the ache and pool forming in between your legs, but the arousal of not being able to get what you craved made it so much more exciting. You were wearing a baggy band shirt you stole from a hook up a few years ago, underneath it nothing besides a lacy thong. Knowing your angles made it so much more fun, preparing to send her a small video showcasing the clothes on your body you wanted her to tear apart.

“All yours if you desire.”

It took seconds until the sent, turned into a seen. She texted to give her five minutes and you ran all giddy to your bed in anticipation. Your phone rang and you picked up so quickly it made you feel like a teenager waiting for your crush to reply.

“Hi Baby”, she began the call, “You looked so good in that video, what do you get from being such a tease…”

Smirking at her response you simply said “I know how to please to get what i want.”

“Oh you do, don’t you?, I might have to rip that smirk off your face, my pretty girl.”

“So, what's the purpose of this call baby?” you questioned knowing the answer.

“Don’t play dumb baby, you know damn hell I want to take that lacy thong off with my teeth and tease you until you deserve it, what I would give to hear you beg for my fingers.”

All you gave her was a laugh and that made her fume, you could hear it in her tone “You’ll do what I tell you, and all I want to hear from you from now on is Yes darling.”

You caved in, you couldn't hold in any longer, the way her voice sounded made you wetter, the few clothes you had to cover you from nudity were so tight and annoying on your body “Yes darling.”

“Good girl… Tell me, how do you like it? Slow, rough… Oh baby if I were there I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of you.Touch yourself baby, picture my fingers crawling down your neck.”

“A-abby”, you softly whimper her name while your fingers make their way down to relieve the ache you felt tying on your core.

“My name sounds so beautiful coming out of your mouth baby…” you heard her swallow a moan down.

The call lasted for one hour, it was filled with lewd noises, curses, pet names and how you were wrapped around her fingers, her velvety voice, her delicious whimpers of your name, you wanted to please her in any way you could.

You had to take a shower after that call, trying to clean yourself away from the sin of desiring that gorgeous woman to bend you, to hold you and crave you on your knees.

Before going to sleep you texted her sweet dreams texts, you couldn't get her out of your mind. She updated you on her day and at what time she had her exam, what both of you had for lunch. You picked a maroon dress to wear for tonight, it framed your body and accentuated your ass, if you could you would eat you out too. 

Sending her a photo of the outfit to know her opinion she replied with what you least expected:

“Baby we’re staying in, I need you.”

You couldn’t help but tease her every minute until she arrived at your doorstep. Preparing your favourite red wine, you left the chinese take out menu from downstairs in case she wanted to eat due to being stressed all day with her exam. Why did you care about a woman you had phone sex with last night, shaking the thought off when you heard your doorbell ring.

Opening the door you greeted her with a kiss on the cheek “Hi baby.” Eyeing her up and down you had to admire how strong and divinely her arms were built, she was wearing loose cargo pants and a white button down rolled at the sleeves.

Smirking, she greeted you back, placing a hand behind your back waiting for your guidance inside.

You saw her mentally undressing you, the way she licked her lips looking you up and down drove you insane, you quickly offered her the glass of wine you served.

“Thank you darling, for treating me so well.” The way she talked was smoother than the wine you were swallowing, it was driving you insane.

Putting the glass down you got closer to Abby, fingers drawing up and down her arms, “So… Where are we going baby?”

Confidently she smirked, placing a hand on your face, caressing it with her calloused fingers, she placed on your lips “I thought I said we weren’t going anywhere”, she turned to you, spreading her legs open with her free hand going up and down her thigh “I want to thank you, for looking so absolutely stunning, the wine…”, Abby got up placing the hand that was on your face to your neck, and now brushing your hair behind your ear, she got closer, you could feel her warm breath sending shivers down your body “I want to hear you scream my name tonight.” she whispered in your ear, this made you wetter than you could have possibly have ever been before, no woman has ever driven you this crazy, the arousal was built to an extent you couldn’t bear anymore it was embarrasing.

“Is that what you want?” She asks you, her hand still steady on your neck.

You frantically nod yes, “Can I kiss you darling?” with that question you latched your lips to hers hungrily. There was hair tugging, your tongues battling for dominance, lip biting and you couldn't even dare to come up for air, drunk on this intimacy and excitement.

Abby threw you on your couch, trapping you underneath her strong frame, nibbling on your ears, biting and sucking down your neck, you were so sure those bruises looked ethereal and marked on you for days, and you weren’t mad. You tugged on her braid, making her produce an hungry growl for you touch, both eager for more Abby jumped up and took her buttoned shirt off fast, leaving her in sports bra that cupped her perky breasts perfectly, focused on the show she was giving you felt the wet spot on your underwear growing. “C’mon pretty girl, stand up.” Abby ordered you, “Turn around for me, I need this fucking dress gone.” 

You allowed her to unzip it, letting it run off your body, leaving you only in your panties, a bra didn’t really match the dress, nor did it look good with it, giving Abby a reason to snicker at you “All of this for me, damn… you really are a whore.” She grabbed your tits from behind, admiring them, feeling them, afraid to let them go and to lose such a sight for bare eyes, when she let go, she turned you around, spread her legs and demanded you to sit on her lap.

Sitting down she looked at you up and down, murmuring a soft fuck, “Darling if you don’t want this tell me okay?” you place your hand behind her head, playing with the loose strands of her hair “I want you, I crave you baby.” you replied tugging at her hair, grinding on her crotch.

Abby kissed you, passionately, it was a needy kiss, a hunger only you could ease. Her hands travelled to your back, to your thighs, her lips explored and kissed your nipples, earning some moans of your pleasure made her more aroused.

“P-please” you choked out “Baby please fuck me.” you said looking her in the eyes.

Abby complied and her hands travelled down your clothed pussy, fingers drawing circles on your clit, slow and hard. “I don’t want you to hold back, pretty girl,” She said, picking up the pace, “I want everyone in this building to know whose pussy this is.” 

You were a screaming mess, breaking underneath her hands, you were grinding into her digits, she slid them in, two, curling them in fast in all the right places. Suddenly she stopped and told you to get them off, and you quickly did so, tossing them near the dress. “Come here pretty girl”, Abby said, nudging the fingers that were inside you seconds ago, she licked clean, “You’re going get on your knees, and unzip my pants okay?” You nodded and did as told, unzipping them you noticed she had a strap on, you could smell the arousal through the arness, your mouth watering at the sight of her and of what you were about to do.

Kicking her pants off, Abby grabbed your hair into a ponytail, cocked your head back “Open up.” she said in a raspy voice. Spitting your mouth, you swallowed and opened your mouth for her to see. “You’re going to suck my cock okay baby? Get it all wet and ready for your tight pussy.” She pushed your head in her crotch and you did as you were told, moaning into her cock you could see her eyes closing in pleasure, the pretty girl you were sucking off was too busy swearing under her breath and it turned you on even more.

Abby pulled you up, picking your body up and placing it on the couch, she opened your legs and played with her plastic cock in your entrance, sliding it up and down, up and down in your slick “Do you want it?” she asked. 

“Yes, Yes I do” you replied looking in her eyes.

“Tell me you want it darling.” she said behind grinding teeth harshly, “Fuck me please,Abby, I fucking need you to ruin me.” you replied in a whine, desperate for your release that has been building up, as much as you enjoy edging this wasn’t fun, you need to let her taste you, hear you, to devour you.

After your excited consent Abby chuckled and slid her cock in, fast, and so hard you felt yourself have no time to clench around her “You’re going to be good and take it okay?” You screamed a yes so loudly your neighbour probably got scared shitless. She pounded into you with the purpose of hearing your delicious moans feeling up the room, she started going slower, softer and then hard, she was playing with you, and you couldn't take it, your hands started going down to your clit, searching to get you off, Abby caught you and trapped your wrist above your head, “You could have just asked nicely you whore,” she got off from top of you. Pulling you up carefully, she sat down, and just like you were before, Abby spread her legs “Ride my cock baby.”

You got on top of her, slowly sinking in her cock, she placed your hands behind your back, trapping your arms with one of her strong hands while the other was busy playing with your clit.

“C’mon baby, you were so eager to cum” Abby said, making you grind faster, making yourself riding her harder, reaching deeper, you could feel your release growing, the not on your stomach was going to burst soon “Fu-Fuck baby, I’m so fucking close.” you threw your head back.

“Cum on my cock baby, I want to feel you clench so tightly around me you’ll feel me for weeks.” She was also panting and moaning like crazy, the hunger in the room was palpable, the room smelled of sex, sweat and passion.

In minutes you were both reaching your highs, filling the apartment with wet and loud moans and praises for each other.

Abby helped you get up, she was caring, which wasn’t really what you were used to, maybe this wasn’t a one night stand. Sitting you down on the couch, trying to catch your breath, Abby was getting her harness off, placing it on your coffee table, she sat down next to you, caressing your hair and tracing her fingers softly on your face.

“Do you by any chance want to stay over?” you boldly asked the beautiful woman in front of you.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” 

[hitomisuzuya]

Thanksgiving special. Stepcest. DNI if it makes you uncomfortable, please. Scaramouche x fem!reader Smut. A few dirty texts. Fingering. Degradation.

I was unsure if I should even post this lol. Have a wonderful holiday, everyone.

Family dinners were rare, but Thanksgiving was one of those rare times. Scaramouche opted to not have any pie. He hated sweet things, and he'd already decided on a different desert tonight.

You'd looked so delicate and cute earlier, helping cook dinner and setting the table. You deserved to be fucked full of his cum while you writhed and whimpered underneath him.

He glanced at you from across the table as he hit send on a text message, watching you pick up your phone to read it.

Watching you lick whipped cream off your lips makes me think about how badly I wish they were wrapped around my cock underneath the table.

Your cheeks flushed after you read it. You fidgeted in your chair, your phone vibrating in your hand after he sent another text.

You are thinking about it, I can tell. You would lick my cum off your lips like a good girl, wouldn't you?

Scaramouche loved watching you squirm, wrestling with whether you should reply to the text. He purposely waited a few long minutes before sending another text.

Excuse yourself and I'll be upstairs in a few minutes.

Your room or mine? You text back.

A smirk tugged at his lips. Mine. You wouldn't be leaving his bedroom at all tonight.

You were told it was a good idea for you to go bed early after you'd excused yourself from the table because you cheeks looked flushed like you had a fever.

Naturally, Scaramouche left the table without saying anything. He couldn't wait to get upstairs and tease his fingers on your dripping cunt until you begged to cum on them.

It made him weak in the knees how eagerly you turned to look at him when he came into his room. Putting his hands on your hips, he back you up to the bed, pushing you down onto your back.

Spreading your legs, he pushed your skirt up, and cupped your cunt, "Remember, stay nice and quiet," He cooed, rubbing your clit outside of your panties, "you always moan like such a slut, we don't want to get caught."

"Ok-ah-ay," You let out a soft gasp as he pushed your panties aside to rub your bare, throbbing clit. He shot you a warning look, making you put a hand over your mouth to muffle your moan as he pushed two fingers up inside of you.

Scaramouche loved watching you struggle to quietly stiffle your moans as he fucked his fingers to the knuckle inside of you. Your legs started to shake, your hips bucking into his, eager to feel every hook of his fingers on your sweet spot.

Your walls clamped tight around his fingers, making him groan as your slick soaked onto his wrist. The tighter your orgasm built up, the harder it was for you to muffle your moans.

"You have two choices, whore," He bullied a third finger inside of you, "do you want to cum on my fingers or on my cock?" His degradation sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your clit. Honestly, you were pretty sure it was him that would get you caught sometime.

You took your hand off of your mouth. "Your cock. Your cock, please," You pleaded, leaning up to kiss him and lick at his mouth submissively.

Scaramouche pulled his fingers out of you, hastily discarding his clothes, helping you take yours off. You only got wetter as he rubbed his cock between your drooling folds. You gasped desperately, your hole practically clenching just from feeling the head of his leaking cock teasing at your entrance.

"Be quiet, slut," Scaramouche hissed, gritting his teeth as he pushed his cock inside of you. You felt so warm and tight. So perfect. His pace was slow at first with harsh snaps of his hips that had you whimpering into his hand.

His eyes suddenly widened when he heard the steps creaking and a knock on the door. He left his cock throbbing and buried in your sweet spot. It was his mom saying that your parents were going out for the night, and for him to stay quiet because she thought you had already gone to bed.

Never would be suspect you were being impaled on his cock as she spoke.

It was taking everything you had not make any noise. "Shh," He whispered, pushing his cock more into your sweet spot, "do you want them to hear you cumming on my cock?"

As soon as he head the front door close, Scaramouche took his hand off of your mouth. "You better scream for me, you cock drunk slut," He ordered, picking up a harsh, fast pace. His skin slapped against yours, his husky moans mingling with your cries of pleasure.

"Scara! Scara! Scara!" Your fingers nails racked up his back, a dizzy pleasure making your brain fuzzy as he pounded into you.

The glassy look of adoration in your eyes while you cried his name made his cock spurt and ribbon cum inside of you. "Fucking cum for me, slut," He groaned, reaching down to rub your clit.

His name tore from your throat in a scream as your orgasm washed over you. You shook, squirting on his cock. "You are thankful to have your stepbrother's cum filling you full," He taunted, fucking you through your orgasm.

You nodded, meeting Scaramouche halfway as he leaned down to you a deep, open-mouthed kiss.

[rhimestonetalks]

Bimbo Superstar!!

Warnings: Stalking, manipulation, perversion, icky themes, age gap (reader isn't a minor guys), reader a straight bimbo, possessiveness, death threats, obsession, mentions of him getting off to you, getting dirty in the kitchen, non con, threats,

A/N: I made reader such a big bimbo but to be fair I was listening to literally every Ayesha Erotica song while writing this- I mean, have you heard 'I love you down'?! 'Dicktator'?!

You were famous, a superstar who stared in various movies, regardless of what they were about. romance, horror, crime, anything you get offered, you star in. Being a superstar meant having a large fanbase, some people idolizing you and others getting off to you. Not like you ever paid attention to the more dark side of your fanbase, you could care less about them.

In the eyes of the public, you were a little bit dumb, that's what they found most endearing about you. The way you always did risky things, the way you misunderstood comments people write about you and the way you would get all excited about childish shows or toys. Typically, fans would call you a 'bimbo'- not like you knew what that meant which only proved their point.

While out in public, you got stopped a lot by people asking for a photo or to get an autographed signed, some even asked for their face to be signed. One guy though caught your attention, he had accidently bumped into you but didn't apologize, instead he glanced at you with this grumpy look on his face. You were quick to apologize with a grin, assuming he's look less aggravated if you smiled at him. That did work usually.

Apparently not this time though because he just walked past you with no further words. You pouted and looked behind you, slightly offended he acted so nonchalantly. Weren't people supposed to get excited when you give them even a shred of affection? Why did this guy completely blow you off? You let out an upset little 'hmph' before turning back around and walking away.

You walked all the way home with a frown on your face, upset somebody had ignored you. You were pretty greedy for affection so even one person ignoring you was enough to upset you. The moment you arrived home you went to the bathroom, deciding to take a nice warm shower to cheer yourself up slightly. After taking off your clothes, you left them on a small stool which was next to the rail where your towel was thrown over. Unbeknownst to you, that guy you bumped into was anything but some grumpy old man. He bumped into you on purpose just so he could place a small mic in your pocket to hear your every move.

He practically ran home after bumping into you to boot up his laptop and listen to you with the microphone. He was obsessed with you. You were so pretty, so naive, so easy to mold into his perfect little girl. He just needed to know what made you tick so he could make you believe he was your soulmate. You were going to be dependent on him, he would make sure of that.

He monitored you for days, learning so much about you. He knew you like to sing in the shower, he knew you blasted the most bizarre music, he knew you were easily spooked, and he knew you usually had pasta for dinner, cereal in the morning, unhealthy snacks every hour in between. Of course, it wasn't enough. He needed to know more but he couldn't just keep listening, he'd never get satisfactory results that way. He needed to get closer so he decided to check your socials and find out when your next meet and greet was. He was glad you were famous, it made it that much easier to know your every move.

Thankfully for him, you had a meet and greet today. 'What luck, huh?' he thought to himself. He didn't need a ticket to get in, he just needed to wait outside the venue after it was over and then follow you home. God, it made him hard just thinking about stalking you home, getting to watch you sleep, even shower if he could. It would be so much better to jack off to you showering rather than searching some image of you on google and trying to get off to that. He couldn't wait.

He'd never gotten up so quick to get out of his apartment and head to the location, he didn't need to be early but it wouldn't hurt, right? Maybe he could take a few photos, even a video but that's mostly so he can zoom into your cleavage and see if he can get a little peak at what you're carrying. His phone was at 13 percent but he could give less fucks about that, he knows the photos he get would be sexy, your stupidity was such a turn on for him.

He walked to the venue, glad it wasn't far from his place because then he wouldn't have to tire himself out. He was still old after all, he wasn't keen to walk for over an hour. When he did make it, he walked around the outside looking for a side entrance to sneak into. Luck had to be on his side because he found exactly what he was looking for. He snuck in quietly to avoid drawing any attention to him. He had his phone in his pocket and his hand was clenched in a fist like he was ready to punch anyone who saw him.

You were currently sitting at a table signing autograph after autograph and receiving so many cute gifts from your fans- most of them being plushies to add to your already large plushie collection. You always smiled and giggled whenever they would compliment you, regardless of the meaning of the compliment.

Leon kept his eyes on you from the side, watching your movements and the expressive reactions you made every time someone spoke even just one word. He couldn't help but to wonder how expressive he could make you. Fuck, he'd pay good money just to fuck you one time- he had this image of you that you'd be a whiny little slut who would let him do anything as long as he complimented you. He'd love to grab those tits of yours, maybe finger your pussy and make you cum over and over for hours just on his fingers alone.

His thoughts got him through the next hour and his heart rate picked up when your little meet and greet was over. He got so excited at the idea of stalking you home just to watch your pretty little face when you sleep. He was also glad because he was sick of seeing other old men stare at you with sexual intent- only he could do that.

You gave the gifts you collected to some people and told them to deliver all of it to your house tomorrow. You wanted some time to clean up your collection of gifts before you added more to it. You had a grin on your face as you went to leave the venue, not through the main entrance but through the side entrance where Leon was. Leon wasn't sure what the fuck to do now. You were heading right towards him and it would be suspicious if he started running. He'd just have to play it off and act like he's allowed to be here. He was sure he could trick you, you weren't the smartest after all.

When you came closer, you noticed him and got excited. You recognized him from a few days ago as the old guy that ignored you. Seeing him here gave you hope that maybe he only ignored you yesterday because he was shy. You hoped if you acted friendly he would open up more and give you some affection so you went towards him, ready to make him super comfortable.

"Hi!! What are you doing back here?? Did you want to say hi to me?? You don't have to be shy, I love my fans!!" You say and Leon feels his cock strain against his pants. The look on your face made him hard for some strange reason. Maybe it was the way he could tell you were fishing for compliments, practically begging with those eyes- begging him.

"Guilty as charged, sweetheart. Just a little shy to talk to someone with such a pretty face," he says with a small smirk. The blush that grew on your face would forever be imprinted in his mind. The giggle that came with it would be too. He was glad it was easy to please you, it just meant it was easy to get you in bed too. Maybe if he lied he could trick you quicker. Maybe he should pretend he's famous or rich, that would get you to submit quick, right?

"Since you're talking to me now, you don't mind if i get an autograph, do you? I might be a big shot but that doesn't mean I don't want special things from dolls like yourself," he speaks, lying right through his teeth. He could tell you believed the lie about him being a bigshot by the way you tilted your head with a curious look.

"You're famous too?" you ask with excitement growing in your stomach. You loved meeting other famous people because you normally could relate to them and hold conversations for hours. When Leon nodded his head, you let out a squeal and took his hand while starting to drag him out of the venue. "We should talk over dessert!! I love finding other famous people!!" You say while marching ahead of him. He was surprised you were so trusting, surprised you hadn't been kidnapped yet. He followed behind you with a smirk, glad he didn't have to stalk you. You'd probably invite him to your house, let him stay the night. Not like he'd actually sleep, no, he'd do much worse.

"You know a place?" he asked, keeping up his friendly persona so you would stick by him. You nodded your head and started to go on a rant about the dessert place claiming that the sweets there were 'so delicious' and 'so cute too!!'. You even pulled your phone out and started showing him photos you had taken of the place and the food. He wasn't really paying attention to what you were saying though. He was thinking about what he'd do to you once he had you alone. Could you blame him? He was just a man.

"If you don't have a sweet tooth, they have some savory foods too," you say while turning your phone off and putting it in your small little bag. "That's good, I'm old so I don't have much of a sweet tooth now," Leon says and you shake your head in disapproval with a pout on your lips. "No ones ever too old for dessert!" you retaliate while looking back at him. He lets out an amused huff as he gives your hand a light squeeze.

"mm.. sure, doll," he says and he notices the way you glance away and smile a little at the pet name. You were real easy, huh? Giggling just because he called you doll. He might as well trash the plan he made to mold you to be the perfect pet, seems he didn't need the complex steps after all. "How far away is this place anyway?" he asks, he didn't care how far away it was- he was just trying keep the conversation going to keep you interested.

"Not that far- It should be round this corner!" You say while picking up the pace, evidently excited to eat dessert and please your sweet tooth. When the store came into view, Leon wasn't surprised to see how pink it was. Of course you'd love a place that's pink and sells desserts, it was so you. "a little pink, don't you think?" he said sarcastically and you giggled again. "It's so pretty though!!" you respond as you two enter the dessert cafe.

You two take a seat and a waitress comes up to you quickly with an excitable greeting, almost matching your energy. You clearly were a regular here since the waitress started up a conversation while giving you two the menus. She even offered a very generous discount on everything. Leon let you two chit chat while he scanned the menu. There were various sweet foods like matcha crepe cakes, custard pudding, tiramisu, pancakes, dango, swiss rolls- everything was very unhealthy. The drinks were somehow just as unhealthy as the desserts. Thankfully, there were savory foods like you said there were.

Once the lady stopped talking, you both ordered what you wanted and started talking. Leon wasn't much of a talker but you definitely were. You didn't stop talking about things you were obsessed with, some would think you're self-centered, Leon thinks he'd want to shut you up. He'd get his chance soon, he was sure. He just sat there listening to you, occasionally saying something and making sure to call you pretty or cute, just to butter you up. When the time came where you had both finished eating, you offered to let him come over- just as he wanted.

"Sure, why not?" he responded, acting like he had no opinion on the matter and not like he wanted to go to your house in the first place. Just to seem like more of a gentleman, he paid for the entire meal, not even asking if you wanted him too. You seemed to like that because you thanked him quite a few times. On the walk home, Leon had his mind on one thing, you. Not like you haven't been on his mind the whole time he'd been around you.

He wasn't surprised when he saw a mansion, of course you'd have a giant house. He was sure you probably didn't even buy the place yourself, one of your loyal fans probably did. "How's someone small like you living in a place this big?" Leon asks teasingly while glancing down at you. You unlocked the door with a small huff as you pout.

"I'm not small," you say while stepping in and taking your shoes off. Leon found it ironic because you were infinitely smaller to him. Something he could use and abuse with no consequences. He walked in behind you and followed as you led him to the kitchen. "Are you still hungry or thirsty?" you asked while opening basically every cabinet in the kitchen and scrambling to grab a bunch of fruit.

"I'm all good, baby," he says in response while watching you with amusement. "Aren't you full from earlier?" he asked with a subtle tilt of his head. He's surprised how quick you were to take food out of the fridge despite having eaten so much not so long ago. "Well, I need to balance out all the sugar with fruit so I don't have to go to the dentist anytime soon," you respond while grabbing a knife and a cutting board.

Leon laughed a little but didn't say anything in response. He just silently watched you cut up fruits and organize them into their own categories, occasionally eating a few instead of putting them in their bowls. "You don't mind, do you?" Leon asks, while reaching towards one of the bowls. He knew you wouldn't care but he was just asking to appear nice. You shake your head, the grin forming on your face again as he took the fruit and ate it slowly.

If Leon was being honest, he was starting to get impatient. He knows it's barely been two hours since you two started talking but he needed to fuck you so bad. He had been waiting years for this moment and he didn't think he could keep this act up. He was starting to wonder if he should just force himself upon you. You wouldn't be able to stop him anyway, he was much stronger than you. He knew his thoughts were disgusting and that he'd probably get locked away in a mental institution because prison wouldn't be enough.

'Fuck it,' is all he thought before he grabbed your face with one hand and kissed you. You were caught off guard and tried to pull away but he didn't let you. He took the knife away and threw it across the room so you couldn't try attack him to defend yourself. When he pulled away from the kiss you immediately yelled at him.

"What the hell are you doing!!" you say and he rolls his eyes and scowls. "Treating myself," he says before kissing you again, much to your discomfort. His hand slipped under your shirt and trailed it's way up to your tits. He'd been waiting for this moment, to finally feel you with his own hands. You continued to try struggle out of his hold, not wanting this old man to fuck you in your kitchen.

"Keep struggling and I'll punch you," he says in between the kisses as he squeezes your tits which cause a noise of discomfort to escape your lips. He slips his hand back out your shirt before taking it off in a rush and leaving it on the counter. Without a word he leans down and starts leaving kisses on your neck. Both his hands slip down to your thighs as he lifts you up on to the counter top. He then slips one of his hands under your skirt and tugs your panties to the side. With his other hand, he unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down to his knees.

"can't wait to fuck this cute lil' pussy. You're gonna let me, right?" He asks but he's definitely not giving you an option to say no. He was mocking you and your lack of free will with the illusion of choice. You shut your eyes when you feel him start to push inside you without a second thought. The sudden intrusion causes a loud yelp to leave your lips but it's quickly followed by more sounds when he starts thrusting at a brutal pace. He's hitting all the right places and it feels way to fucking good but you also don't want this. Why must your body react in such a way?

Your back arches as your hands find their way to his shoulders, gripping onto them so hard it's leaving marks. "Fuck, your tight. Do you like this? Like getting- hng- raped by an old man?" He speaks while forcing your back onto the counter and raising your legs so he can get even deeper. Upon hearing his question, you shake your head to try hold any amount of sanity you have. His response was to let out a low laugh, sounding like he finds it amusing how afraid you are. "I'm gonna cum and impregnate you with my children so we can be together forever and I can fuck you every single day. Bet you'd like that you fucking whore," He speaks.

Your eyes widen when he speaks and your fight or flight instincts kick in again. You try slide away but he pulls you right back down and it hurts so bad because it felt like he was about to tear your womb open. "Bad fucking idea," he says before pulling out and grabbing you by the hair before turning you around and forcing you to lay your stomach on the counter. He thrusts in again, quick and hard to make sure he fucks you dumb.

"Almost there.. can't wait to breed this pussy every single day," he mumbles, now just talking to himself and saying how lucky he is. With a drawn out 'Fuck', he releases his seed as deep as possible. In all honesty, he did feel a little bad so he thought what better way to make up for that and let you cum too? He started thrusting again and you were not expecting him to do so. You let out whimpers and whines before you finally had a mind boggling orgasm. He pulled out slowly and let go of you, making you sink to the floor in exhaustion.

You couldn't think straight at all, your brain was in shambles as you tried to bring yourself back down to earth after what Leon had done to you. The only thing you could process was Leon's voice which sounded threatening and made you want to run far away.

"If you tell anyone about this, it'll get worse. No one would ever believe you anyway. You are just a stupid little girl after all,"

[banzaitaka]

Mahito x male! reader (platonic)

Continuation of Pretty Stranger

Words:~800

Firsts

Mahito‘s mismatched eyes went from the ugly child drawings on the wall opposite to him to the artist, who just ran into his room and shut the door behind him with yet another giggle. You‘d think that was the only noise he could make by how often he did it. The curse didn‘t mind it though. This was all part of the new experience.

“Papa and Moddy are distracted! They won‘t come to catch us during our secret meeting.“, (Y/N) grinned widely and went to sit next to the curse his imaginary friend. Once again Mahito laughed at how stupid and naive humans were, but Mahito himself had just enough child-like energy inside to play along. Let‘s see where this goes!

A secret meeting with a seven-year old human. Another first.

For a moment, Mahito thought back to the bouquet of roses he had recieved mere hours prior. How the limbs of an unfortunate human came to serve the new purpose of holding the roses on the sewer walls. Forming their soul into vine-like shapes was yet another first, one he greatly enjoyed. This child showed promise, Mahito was sure. The thought of new experiences kept him all smiley and observant.

“So…(Y/N)“, Mahito leaned back, using his hands as support against the galaxy themed sheets, “Have you thought of a name for me?“ That‘s how imaginary friends worked, right? The children come up with a being, deciding on appearance, background, personality,…He wondered if (Y/N) knew about that. He might figure out the truth. But when? How? This is fun.

The child practically leaped onto his bed, landing on his stomach right next to the curse, “Hmmmm…“, he made a show about thinking, forefinger tapping on his chin and everything, while rolling onto his back before sitting up. Almost mockingly, though unintentional.

“I don’t like giving people names. They themselves know what suits them best!”, the child ended up admitting, blushing embarrassed as he looked down to his feet, “And…I don’t want to insult you with names…” His toes curled up and released over and over. What an interesting little quirk. Mahito hummed, “People tend to name things after prominent features. I’m curious to hear what sticks out to you the most.”

Their eyes locked, and the child mistook the twinkle in the other’s eyes as friendliness.

“Well…I like your stitches.”, (Y/N) pulled his legs onto the bed to sit on his knees, “And there is this little alien called Stitch. I love Stitch. He’s really cute, but actually he used to be very very evil and bad. Then he got adopted as a puppy and then he belonged to a family!” Mahito hummed yet again, intruiged, “Stitch, hm?”

Not as embarrassed anymore, the boy nodded with a bright smile, “I always wanted a friend like Stitch!” “Is that so?”

The curse leaned forward to rest his head on his hand, “My name is Stitch then!”, he declared with a smile, making the young boy’s eyes twinkle in excitement. The bed began to shake softly at (Y/N)’s bobbing, “Would you really!?”

“Of course.”, and for the first time ever, he pulled the boy close to him, one hand wrapped around his back, one hand stroking his hair. Immediately, he felt the little arms of the child wrap around him as well, squeezing his torso. It felt warm and nice, like a hot bath. Hot baths were better though. Easier accessable, easier to maintain.

Mahito gazed down at the human in his arms who had his face buried into his chest. This gullibility must be a trait of the younger ones. It was astounishing how readily the child played into his lazily laid out hand. There was no masterplan behind all that, Mahito was winging all of it, deciding the route as he went. At least Junpei was a little wary, he was also older though.

That made Mahito wonder; At what age does this gullibility stop? Can they be taught to stay gullible, or to get out of it immediately?

The curse liked how easy (Y/N) was to play with, but this game was sure to turn boring someday. And what then? He’ll just have to wait and see.

One thing was sure though, he will mold the child the way he wanted. And for the first time, not in the physical sense.

[unremarkablehouse]

“if possible, can you expand a little when you say that Scully was thrown off balance? In other words why do you think Mulders situation made her struggle with her faith/losing Mulder to the void? Thank you so much!” @b0oker18

So I always refer to IWTB as ‘How Scully got her Groove Back…’ because her character is so lost for most of the movie, you see her being brow beaten by authority and not speaking up- struggling with being on the sidelines. I think it’s a reason why lots of people didn’t like the movie, because it’s not the badass Scully they had come to love for 9yrs. Scully chose to work on the X files, even after Mulder was gone, and it gave her a sense of purpose beyond what a normal career could do. Going on the run with Mulder was probably hard for them both but her sense of purpose shifted to being together. If you think about the The Truth, in reality when Mulder is caught he is suicidal. He makes no attempts to save his own life, a date has been set for invasion, he can’t be with his family, and he’s heartbroken. Scully’s sense of purpose keeps him alive and pushes him to escape with her, and I think just being together again helped heal the wounds of betrayal from the government, the loss of their friends, giving up their son and the loss of their lives. While not raising William leaves a hole in their hearts, knowing that he has an opportunity for a normal life and he is safer than he would be with them helps with that pain. So, by the time we get to IWTB Scully has gone through hell and back. She’s decided to practice medicine to find some purpose and is helping sick kids. Every day she leaves Mulder behind she feels guilty because he can’t continue his life and his brilliance is languishing behind their fortress. Mulder has the kinetic energy of a Golden Retriever, and although it is never said, it is clear that instead of joining the resistance against colonization he has chosen to stay with Scully. The chip in her neck would make it impossible for them to help in meaningful way and it’s pretty clear that the powers that be just wanted the two out of their hair. Mulder is Scully’s touchstone just as much as she is his, knowing that she is holding him back upsets her almost as much as the thought of losing him again. So she loses her self confidence, she doubts herself and the things she’s seen, she’s unable to believe in miracles because the ones she has had all turned out to hurt her. When Mulder goes back to work he’s better than he’s been for years. He slots right into the world, and it terrifies Scully. There’s also the fact that a pretty young Agent is fawning all over Mulder that bugs her, hilariously Mulder is always nice to Whitney but he is so clearly obsessed with Scully. For Mulder, he likes the challenge and the mystery but what he really wants is to be out in the world with his Partner. But pushing Scully to have the courage to believe that there is more to life than the known and feeling the power of Mulder’s convictions again terrifies her. Ultimately, she puts her fears aside and trusts in her instincts to find him, save the other victims, and treat her patient. While Mulder and Scully seem like opposites on the surface in their core they are the same. They work best when they’re a united front so when they’re not on the same page they’re off kilter.

[party-snake]

Chaos smut-shot

This is nsfw, so minors get outta here.

(srsly. imma come for you if I find out 🫵🤨)

Content: Fingering; Rough sex; Praise; Degrating (kinda?); Breeding kink; implied round two.

A plastic bag rustles as you search for the bottom to your set. 'Where is that darn thing?' You mentally grumbled. You had on a teal lacey bra and some sweatpants. You never knew trying to find the entire set would be so hard. Your fingers finally trailed over what felt like the matching piece to the set and you swiftly pulled it out. 'There you are.'

You smile triumphantly, and slip out of the sweat pants your reagular underwear, slipping on the lacey panties. A mirror on the other side of the room catches your attention, and you trail over to it. The set fit your body perfectly, showing off your curves and bust and making you practically irresistible. The lace on the panties teased the view underneath, and your breast lay just behind the frill of the bra piece.

"Damn," You said, "I look hot." Turning around to get a nice view of your ass. "Hey buttercup? have you seen my-" Chaos had entered the room, but feel silent when he was met with the sight of you. You two had certainly gotten frisky before, but he had never seen you so, sexy. The bra and panties matched his color eyelight, and the lace perfectly matches with the outfits he usually like to wear. Soft, yet spicy.

"Wha- You- uhm... What are you doing?" He walked up in front of you with blush coating his cheekbones. "Oh, hey chaos. I was just trying on some things. Decided I need more outfits like this." Stars, he cursed himself for never really noticing your beauty before, espically if you looked like this. A goddess, was all he could compare you to.

He seemed to be lost in thought, his eyes trailing up and down your body. "What do you think?" You asked, putting your hands on you hips and shifting to the side, doing a little pose. "You look- amazing." He said with a growl. "You really think so?" He could barely take his eyes off you as you trailed past him, getting a nice view of the back of you, before tearing his eyes away and biting his imagery lip. "I got some more sets in here I would like to try on, but this one was a pain in the ass to get on by myself. Can you help?" You bated your eyelashes at him innocently.

His shorts grew uncomfortably tight and he shifted in his spot. "Or, do you need help yourself?" You definitely saw the "little" problem he had in his pants. An appendage came from his back to clean the bed of the bags, then wrapped around your waist. "Did you do this on purpose?" He asked. "Do what on purpose?" You giggled. The tentacle grew more tight and lifted you into the air. He walked over to the bed and sat down, placing you in front of him.

"Before I do anything, do I have your consent?" This shocked you. You knew he was worked up from your actions, but not this worked up. "Of course my love." He huffed and spread your legs, pining you to the bed and catching your lips in a kiss. "I don't know how you are so beatiful." he whispered."I don't think there would be any words to describe how beatiful you are right now. I'm so lucky." His words made your face heat up and he chuckled.

His tentacles kept your legs apart as his hand trailed down your stomach, to the inside of your legs. "Can I touch you here?" You nodded and he pulled your panties down, and placed them next to you. He was careful in his movements - almost like he was scared to hurt you. Two of his fingers spread open your folds, him noe having full acess to you. Fuck, even your pussy was pretty. He moved his fingers between your slit, and entered you slowly. Your breath hitched and you moaned quietly. "I want you to be loud for me okay buttercup?" His fingers moved slow and deep, hitting a sensitive spot as your hips rolled in time with him. You held onto his arm and shivered against him, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

"Good girl. Your being so good for me. I'm making you feel good right?" He bit down gently on your neck. "Yes, god chaos~" He huffed against you, you were really working him up weren't you? His finger moved slightly faster and his thumb moved to rub your clit, rolling time with his thrusts to bring you closer to your sweet release. You squirmed with the added stimulation.

The knot in your stomach grew tighter with each thrust he gave you, the pleasure being almost overwhelming. "I'm- i'm close." You whimpered. "Come for me, buttercup." Your back arches as your body molds into his. He silences your cries with a kiss. He pulls away completely and your leg twitches. "You did so good for me sweetness. Can I take you?"

"Yes please." He chuckles "Good girl, asking so nicely." He shorts come down from around his waist, and he grips his cock to line himself up to your entrance.

"Please, I want it." You whine into his ear. He gave you a quick kiss on the lips, "Well, since your being so good, i'll give it to you." He slowly slipped in, your walls gently pulsing around him. Nails raking down his back, he groaned into your ear. You whimpered in response. "So pretty, so sensitive, I love you so much."

He started moving, long and slow strokes that left you trembling. Your legs losely wrapped around his pelvis, driving him deeper into you. "Look at you, so hungry for me. You love this don't you, being so vunerable under me." He speeds up slightly, so close to that spot that makes you see stars.

"Y-Yes, I- oh fuck." You moan out loudly. "I love it Chaos." His hand comes to grip around your neck, "You love it don't you pretty thing." Your eyes roll back into your head as stars cloud your vision, "Yes, Master~" You close your eyes as pleasure rakes through your body, making you breathless. "Fuck, keep calling me that princess."

He hits a spot in you and you clench around him. "Hm? seems I found it." He chuckles darkly. He slips his hand under your leg and puts on his shoulder. This new angle allowed him to drill into that spot repeatedly. It made you scream and drool, losing all sense of the world around you.

"Dumb little baby. Your mine, all mine." His tone is possessive as he repeatedly slams into you. His fingers trail down your belly until they reach your clit, and he starts to rub slow rough circles, rubbing it a tweaking it, bringing you closer to your release. A sudden rough thrust causes you to cry out, as your legs tighten around him.

He stutters and stops, his seed filling you up completely. "I gonna make you pregnant one day. You would like that would you? To be stuffed full of me. I know I would."

You nod, to dumbed out to give a proper response. "Heh, that's okay. You don't have to answer me right now." He pulls out and moves your legs to the side. His arms cometo wrap around your torso and legs, bridal style. He lifted you as though you weighted nothing and carried you to the bath.

He set you on the tolet and turned on the faucet to the bath, filling it with warm water. "How was it buttercup? Was I to rough?" He seemed to be always worried for your safety, afraid of hurting you. Hell, it toke him a long time to get him to bite you, let alone be rough. "Yes chaos, you were fine. I loved it."

You quickly pecked him on the teeth and he smirked at you. "Round two?" He offered and you giggled.

Bet.

And done! I hope you liked it. I also hope I did his character justice lol

Chaos belongs to @derangedanomaly

So credits to her!

Love ya! 💋

[i-like-anything-water]

here, have sum crack:

The next time she'll see Rose and Juleka, she'll gift then a basket of treats. Some of said treats will also have some beef cubes rather than bean paste as a form of payback. Because, good God, she shouldn't have listened to them the moment they said:

"It's a story about a reincarnated girl and her bully but it's really nice!"

Marinette blinked at the duo, who were holding up a set of novels. They've decided to have a spontaneous anime marathon after school and because of different reasons, Alya, Mylene and Ivan couldn't join them.

She read the title of the novels, 'I favor the Villainess' in pink lettering.

The two girlfriends insisted on watching the anime which was apparently complete and there hadn't been an akuma attack yet so she let herself get dragged into it. The story was interesting, very very interesting.

And Claire seemed very very familiar.

Perhaps she should have stopped Juleka and Rose when it was already past 10 pm and it was a school night. Maybe she could have gotten some bit of sleep before an akuma decided to annoy everyone in Paris by rampaging across the city at bloody 2 AM. Ladybug was irritated, moreso when Chat almost slammed into a building out of sleepiness. Thankfully, the Akuma wasn't much of a nuisance.

The lack of sleep, however, made up for it.

Maybe she should ask Master Fu if there's any way to recruit more Miraculous holders incase of Akumas in ungodly hours. They were still students after all, plus she doubts Hawkmoth doesn't work as well. Maybe she could ask Hawkmoth instead to create a schedule for all the Akumas. Negotiate and stuff.

Anyways, going to school sleep deprived, irritated and having an anime marathon the night before was brewing for disaster. Maybe her Ladybug luck can spare her for today.

"Well if it isn't my favorite person, Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

Nope. Tough luck.

Marinette groaned, her irritation rising as Chloé's haughty voice reached her ears. Truthfully, the blonde wasn't that annoying anymore ever since she decided to get the help she needed. She's actually been doing pretty well, if her small progress at being a better version of herself was to go by.

However, Marinette was sleep deprived, hangry, and also very much a bisexual disaster.

Chloé Bourgeois, former bully turned hesitant all- wait, bully? Bully, bully, bull- oh. Aha, bingo. Didn't Rae almost made Claire back off because she kept flirting with her?

"What's with that creepy smile on your face, Dupain-Cheng?!"

Marinette smiled, her remaining braincells evaporating as she looked up at the startled blonde, "You're so pretty."

"W-what?!"

Marinette shrugged, completely unaware of everything happening around her, "I mean, if you're going to call me by my full name you can have it. Chloé Dupain-Cheng, it suits you."

Everything was dead silent. Dead ass? A voice eerily similar to Rae Taylor in her head, asked.

Dead ass, Marinette replied.

She doesn't remember much after what happened but she does remember Chloé going red in the face, sputtering something that was too fast that could give Hawkmoth's receding hairline a run for its money and Alya asking her after Chloé practically ran from the conversation if she's finally lost it.

Okay, Alya, rude.

After some explanation from Alya, a two hour breakdown and panic attack, and a three hour talk with Tikki, she was already down in their bakery on a school night to prepare Chloé's favorite treats.

Was she purposely making herself sleep deprived again to actually give the treats? Maybe. Would they talk about it? Hopefully.

Is she excited? Well.

Raise Y/our hands was playing in the background and Rae Taylor seemed to be lifting her spirits. And maybe her chances of being a masochist as well.

[roodles03]

The Owl House Mermay Marathon: Huntlow (6/6)

Welp, I'm sure this isn't a surprise to any of you who follow me. Finally, it's Huntlow's turn, ending this marathon with my absolute favorite ship in the show.

Fun Fact: I drew these in order from the ship I liked the least to the ship I liked the most. Made the process more fun in the long run.

This one is definitely my favorite one I've drawn, and no, it's not because it's huntlow. I just feel like this one I drew the best.

Willow was a nice change from how I drew pretty much every other mermaid. And its all because of her body size. I have drawn Willow as a mermaid before, but I feel like I didn't do her body size justice in those old drawings. Part of this is I originally drew more Willow mid-sized to match how they drew her in the show, but over time, I slowly began drawing her bigger on purpose to celebrate her body type. (Body postivity is very important!) This is especially prevalent in this drawing. I drew her tail to be shorter and fatter, and made sure to give her some belly fat. I also decided to draw her hair down instead of the braids because I felt like that would be more practical for being underwater. Also, it allowed me to play with underwater hair physics a lot more.

Moving on to Hunter, he was definitely the most complicated mermaid I had to draw for this marathon. (Darius being the second.) And it was because I had to figure out how to incorporate his new scar map into the tail and fins. I have also drawn Hunter as a mermaid before, however, that design was much easier because his scar map was much simpler at the time. The notches were easy to design (although it still made drawing him more complicated due to the layer manipulation required to get the notches and the veins to look right.) But the real challenge was the scars on the tail itself. I do have a headcannon scar map I drew of Hunter for referening, but that didn't help much when having to transfer the scar map from his legs to his tail. I pretty much had to guess. I am happy with what I came up with, though. However, that was only half the battle. In the previous mermay, I used the exact same color scheme for the scars on his tail as the scars on his skin, but I decided to be more creative this time and make the tail scars their own color. Finding the right colors definitely took a while, but I'm really happy with how it came out in the end.

I might make even more Huntlow mermay for mermay this year. We'll see if I come up with any more ideas.

Also, fun fact: I was actually planning on doing some of the most popular non-romantic relationships for this marathon, too. Them being Dadrius and labyrinthbros, but I had pretty much no ideas for these, so I scrapped that idea.

I hope you enjoyed the marathon! Because I definitely had a lot of fun making these.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #327

Today, J and I got up early. Early enough for me to snap some pretty good pictures of the morning sky:

J wanted to practice takeoffs and landings while having me in the plane, and so that is what we did! I got a couple neat pictures as we did that:

I guess there was some kind of forest fire that spread to a nearby mountain range from a state that is east of us. It's why the first picture is all weird and hazy-looking. We were gonna go to the place where new pilots practice, and J was gonna ask me to do some things, but visibility was a bit too low. We decided to do that some other time.

We decided to go to Eggcellent once we were done. Ea was there. And apparently, today is their last ever day of making and selling their famous cream cheese tarts:

Of these, my favorite is easily the yuzu one. But when they have matcha, that one is my favorite.

...I'm a little sad that they're not gonna make these anymore. But apparently, the cost of the shell that the filling goes into is getting so high that they'd have to sell each of these little tarts for $6 if they wanted to turn a profit. They think that such a price would be unreasonable. So they're going to try to make Portuguese tarts instead. I don't know what a Portuguese tart is, but if it's made by Ea and Ch, I'm sure it's gonna be delectable!

We spoke to Ea at length about the general state of things here. There were several things that he wasn't aware of, I guess. We explained that we will try to leave, and he seemed sad about it. He and J talked a little about the idea of us starting a Canadian branch of Eggcellent, haha...

...It's a nice idea, but I don't know a damn thing about running a business. I could memorize their recipes, but... I'd probably get really frustrated and overwhelmed with trying to figure out the logistics. And who knows whether people would even wanna try it.

...I looked into maybe studying game design in Canada. There's apparently an 8-month program somewhere over there. I'm gonna try to figure out how much it costs, and whether I can do it remotely. I'll need some of those skills for certain stories that I've got rolling up around in my noggin.

J and I went to a meetup for autistic people after that. There was me, J, a dude and his son who was about my age, I think, and also a lady with her son, who might have been a few years younger than me.

...The lady spoke to J and I as though she didn't understand that there's a difference between “quiet” and “stupid”. She kept responding to anything that J said with a slow, high-pitched, patronizing, “oh that's so interesting,” as though she was speaking to a small child showing off their paperclip collection, instead of to a grown man who was talking about his experiences as a musician in a ska band. I found it rather distasteful, but I wasn't sure that it was worth fighting a battle over; her son was wearing a camouflage-print John Deere hat, and a shirt that said, “I don't need no therapy; I just need to listen to more Garth Brooks!”

...You're not going to understand the cultural references behind non-military and non-hunting things being camouflage-print. You're not going to understand the relevance of John Deere and how these things fit together. And you're not going to understand Garth Brooks, or the implications of denying the efficacy of therapy, and how these two things are connected. And that's perfectly fine. I'm not going to explain it. I sure do wish that some of my brain cells weren't allocated towards knowing these things, so I'm not gonna force you to also allocate any of your brain cells for the purpose of understanding it.

So don't worry about it. It's ugly stuff anyway – stuff I grew up in and understand intuitively; I don't think I'd be able to explain it well even if I tried. It's too much contempt towards mental health concepts, too much contempt towards the idea that men also have feelings, too much worship of military culture, too much worship of rural culture, and too much worship of extremely narrow definitions of “masculinity”, all rolled up into a few very small symbols, and worn in a performative fashion. There are too many hostile defense mechanisms in play from this other person for me to be able to untangle them all.

I was glad to be home. The other man and his son seemed generally delightful, and I look forward to maybe meeting them again, but... I was glad to be home.

I'm... tired today. Though I'm not sure why. It could be a simple matter of me not keeping up with my water intake as much as I ought to lately. It could be the weight of things catching up to me. It could be that I didn't sleep well last night. I'm not really sure.

...Are you doing any better where you are...? I wonder...

It's cold outside. It's supposed to be cold outside. But I guess the chill has kinda seeped into the house, despite the heat being on. Suppose the thing to do is sit in front of the fireplace for a while until the chill decides to leave my bones.

...Wanna join me...?

...It's impossible, I know. But maybe you can pop by, kick off your boots, and warm up your toes here next to me.

...Maybe I'll try to play a video game tomorrow or something...

Hey. I love you. And even on days I'm tired, I'm still gonna write to you. So please stay safe out there. Please keep making good choices. Because I'm gonna write a letter to you tomorrow, too.

'Til soon.

Your friend, Lumine

[inthedarkshadows000]

SneakPeak#103.......

From the story I might never write.

Thud.

"That's it, were taking a break. I need some time to gather my self respect back." I begged from the floor where toji had dumped me like a sack of potato, rather just a potato. Anything more would give me too much credit.

Toji and I had been going at it for ages. I had convinced him to teach me how to fight and he had reluctantly agreed.

I could roll my eyes just thinking about the conversation.

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"Pretty please....."

"No."

"Pretty please with a cherry on top." I am sure it's easy to know who is begging whom. With whatever happened recently, I decided to get my head out of my ass and finally learn some cool moves and who better to teach than the god himself.

"Why dont you go bother one of the other brats."

"You know why."

"Do I?"

"Yes, you do."

"I don't think so, why don't you remind me." His obnoxiously sexy smirk made me want to kick him to the moon and back. However, in order to do exactly that, I needed him to train me so I played nice.

"Because you sir, are a god amongst men and I only want the best to teach me."  I said lathering up as much sugar as I could to my tone.

His satisfied expression made me wanna kiss the shit out of him. So cute.

So here we were, him wiping the floor with my ass without even moving more than his left arm, let alone him breaking a sweat.

"You are pitiful." He said with a bored expression but lemme me remain lying on the floor to take a breather.

"I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't already know that." I didn't bother opening my eyes as I grumbled.

"Tch. That's it." That made me snap my eyes open and sit up straight.

"Wait!! No!! I didn't mean to be snappy. Don't give up on me." I begged. He cannot seriously be done because I want a break!!!

"Stop crying woman. I meant for today." He seemed even more annoyed now. This made slump back in relief as I leaned my weight on my hands, behind me.

I mean my eyes did start watering a teeny Meeny bit. In my defence I don't like people giving up me.

He had taken a seat on my left and I tilted my face to look at him. I couldn't help but glance at his scar every few seconds.

I mostly blame this for distracting me during practices but let's be fair, I wouldn't be any better still.

Now, done with practice, I didnt bother hiding my fascination. In a trance, I turned to my left so I faced him. My right hand moved towards his face and I shifted my gaze to his eyes when I saw his eyebrows furrow.

"What do you think you are doing?" His rough voice grumbled as he thumbed his scar.

"May I?" I motioned towards it and replaced his thumb with mine slowly, in case he wanted to move away, without waiting for his response.

" It's beautiful. I can't believe the injustice that show did, I mean don't get me wrong they did make seem sexy but... in reality it's so... beautiful." I couldn't help but murmur. The contrast between his smooth skin and the rought texture of the scar evident.

"You fucking right?? Beautiful?!" He swatted my hand away and rolled his eyes. I leaned back on my hands, realising I might be in his space uninvited.

Once I took notice of the disbelief in his tone, I couldn't help but lean forward and shake his shoulders -Not that I could move him an inch- and looked him dead in the eyes as I said, "OH no I am so serious!! You know I was anyway always obsessed with those eyebrow scars that people have. Always found it so attractive but never had the guts to purposely do it myself because frankly my parents would have my head but then there was this one time where I was just normally walking and like totally tripped on air and banged my entire face against the corner of my dining chair. It was made of solid wood and my face went SPLAT on it." I made a sound as I moved my palm towards my face.

I pouted as I remebered the cut I got and pointed at it. " I got a cut here on my forehead and after I recover from the concussion I was so annoyed that I didn't plan the fall so I could get that eyebrow scar. I hadn't watched the show till then though and when I watched it later my new obsession was a lip scar. Just so when I met you we could be twinsies. I mean it was a wishful thinking and I knew it was impossible. Now I so wish I had gotten that scar because obviously this" I motioned between us, "wasn't as impossible as it seemed." I chucked.

"You normally blabber so much?" He raised an eyebrow but didn't actually seem annoyed. I fact he seemed slightly softer.

"I have my moments. This was so you would believe that you really are pretty." I grinned at him.

He scoffed the moment I had finished. "You don't think I already know that I am handsome and a killer. You'll be best to remember that." The softness that had entered his features was gone. His look now a warning.

I wasn't scared though and looked at him head on. There are things he deserved to hear, I was gonna damn well tell him it, "I do remember it, actually admire you for that."

"Are you mocking me?!" His face had become harsher, lips pulled back and I got glimpse of his canine.

Wonder how those would feel on my neck. Aaaannnddd you are getting side tracked again.

"Why would you say that? I really do admire your strength." I couldn't help but frown, as I questioned him.

" I am a horrible person and you admire me for it?! don't bullshit me." He snorted.

In a voice, i hoped was soothing yet sure, I explained to him, "I admire you because you stood on your own and fought for yourself even though the entire world was against you. You were dealt with bad cards toji, you did the best you could with them. It's called being resourceful. I believe people define other bad or good according to their personal gains from a person. If your work would be favouring an individual you probably would be the best else the worst. So don't define yourself based on other's opinion. If you had been given the right kind of love and respect, you would definitely be better but you weren't. You had to fight for the things that others received as basics. You had the option to die or fight and you fought. It makes you fighter, a damn good one at that, and it scares people. When people are scared they try to tear you down and make you insecure."

I refused to break eye contact with him even though his heavy gaze made me want to melt. He needed to hear that but suddenly I felt like I may have over stepped a lot of boundaries. The look on his face shifted, no longer angry. If I didn't know I would call it broken.

"But I have killed people and that is wrong." He pressed.

I slowly moved my hands to take one of his in mine and pressed lightly as a comforting gesture, waiting for him to pull back, surprised when he didn't.

"And there are people who paid you to do it. To make you do their dirty work. You know I read somewhere IF YOU CANNOT LOVE YOUR CURRENT SELF THEN BECOME THE VERSION YOU CAN. Don't you think if you've realised that it was wrong then there is still hope, for you to change and be someone you can accept. I don't know if it'll help but I just wanna let you know that you can consider this house your safe place. You don't have to fight to be accepted now, I promise to fight for you. You can kill someone or start giving births, it'll all be the same for me, if you agree of course." There was pin drop silence as my monologue finished. I was ready to tell him this as many times as he needed to hear it but I also realised how serious everything had turned.

"Also please don't actually start giving births, you pigs cannot take everything, we girls are literally working with crumbs here." I couldn't help but add at the end. All the tension made me want to run.

He took the bait as he finally smirked "YOU fight for ME!? Might as well plan my funeral now."

"Yeah... Well... right after you teach me how to." I rolled my eyes as if it was obvious making him bursts out laughing. He ruffled my hair as he moved to get up and I quickly got up too.

Taking quick steps towards the door I threw over my shoulder, "Also m'gonna call you pickachu from now."

"Like hell you are." I didn't turn around to tell he wanted to shoot me. It made me laugh.

Still laughing I shrugged my shoulder, "You do have an uncanny resemblance to pickachu. Especially with the whole annoy-me-and-i'll-electrocute-you vibe." I tried to imitate his gruff baritone.

"Woman stop talking, you will not call me that yellow rat." He sounded so offended as he followed.

"Exactly!!! Picka it is."

[the-and-sign-anon]

The Third Independent: 5

Word count: 1,697

Series Masterlist

Forty-Seven Years Post-Fall

Brad sat at the work table trying to focus as you paced around him. Your steps were light and silent as always, but he was still getting tense the longer it went on. 

“Y/N, do you need to go somewhere else?”

You stopped abruptly and tilted your head.

“No, I’m okay here.”

“I think you should go somewhere else.”

“Why?”

He set down his tools and gave you a tired look. 

“Because you’re pacing and while I can’t hear you, I can feel your eyes. You’re doing that weird predator thing again.”

You shrunk in on yourself a little bit. It really wasn’t something you did on purpose. Usually. This time. 

“Sorry, Brad.”

“This is delicate work, I can’t rush it if you want it to function properly. And even then, you need to keep your expectations reasonable. There’s no guarantee it’ll be as reliable as you hope.”

You nodded and mouthed along with his words. He’d told you a hundred times since you asked for this favor. As much as he tried to deny it, he did have a soft spot for you and he didn’t like seeing you upset. It was both why he’d agreed to do this and why he honestly really hoped it would work. He couldn’t take you moping around missing Vash anymore.

Since Brad had been nice enough to help, you decided to cut him some slack and left the room to go outside. You slipped your coat off and folded it nicely before setting it on the ground just beside the door. Your feet dug into the hot sand, burying your toes as the buzzing of more Worms grew louder. 

You braced yourself for a moment, then took off across the dunes. You were as sure-footed as ever, running through the swarms of bugs and making wide, sweeping turns around the ship. When you felt ready, you leapt up in the air and felt your feathers and wings sprout as your limbs elongated. You hit the ground with a hard thud and ran even faster, leaving dust clouds in your wake. 

You followed the Worms into the sky next, stretching your wings and feeling your body leave the ground. It wasn’t easy at first, but you’d been practicing for the last three years to grow your strength. It was almost second nature now, soaring through the sky with your oldest friends as the suns warmed you through and through. 

When the suns were setting and the Worms began to glow, you lowered yourself to the ground carefully. You picked up your coat and waved goodbye to your friends before ducking down to get inside. Your room was your first stop, where you let your feathers shed before tucking them into your ever-changing nest. The snowy white feathers were one of your favorite additions, especially knowing they came from you. Vash always seemed to like them too. 

The walk back to Brad’s work room was short and you spent it trying to keep your nerves managed. You honestly didn’t want to disrupt his efforts to help. The door slid open quietly and you stepped in slowly. Your hands were tucked into your coat as you came closer, then settled on a bench at the end of the table. 

“Have a good flight?”

You hummed pleasantly and rested your head in your hand. You certainly weren’t as good at this kind of stuff as Brad, but you were pretty good. You could help maintain Vash’s arm whenever he came to visit at least. This project was beyond you though.

Brad was enjoying the quiet as you watched him work. You weren’t watching as intensely now, so his body wasn’t in fight or flight mode anymore. That made the work easier. He didn’t think anything of your silence until your head slipped out from your hand and landed on the tabletop with a dull thud.

His eyes flickered over to check on you, but you didn’t even flinch. 

“Dead to the world. Finally.”

Brad set down his tools and stood up to stretch. Then he carefully slung one of your arms over his shoulder and pulled you to your feet. He would never have even attempted to approach you in your sleep in the early years, but once he watched Luida help you to your room a few times and how you weren’t the least bit concerned, he was willing to try. This was the third time it had happened during the last few weeks he’d been awake. 

You leaned heavily into Brad’s side as he maneuvered you down the halls to your room. Your head rolled around a bit when he opened your door and shuffled sideways through it. Then he tried to gingerly set you on your nest, but your knees gave out and you flopped right into the middle. He watched for a moment as you curled up around your blankets, tucking your face into the pillow that once belonged to Vash. 

Brad sighed softly. You looked so sweet and peaceful like this. All the things that reminded him you weren’t human disappeared when you fell asleep. Your age, your pain, your abilities; it was all swept away by your even breathing and the serene expression on your face. 

He turned away and left the room. He had more to do before your little project would be ready, but he needed some rest too for now. 

A week later, it was ready. It was a feat of engineering in Brad’s opinion. You were so happy when he showed you, practically bouncing on your feet. 

“It’s perfect Brad. Thank you so so much!”

You hugged him, short but tight, almost giving him a flash of the feeling of suffocating before you let go. 

“Yeah, alright, kid. You can let go.”

You smiled excitedly as you stepped aside. 

“Vash said he’d come back soon. I can’t wait to show him.”

You carefully took hold of your surprise and left to put it in your room. You’d show it to Vash as soon as he came home next. He promised you last time he’d only be gone for four years. You were a matter of weeks from the four year mark, although you knew it wasn’t likely he’d make it right on time. 

You looked over your gift every single day for another five weeks waiting for him to come home. Brad was more than ready to head back into cold sleep, if only to escape your constant wandering and clear anxiety for Vash’s return. On the day he swore to himself he’d just go to sleep and leave you to your own devices no matter how guilty he felt, a loud screech echoed through the halls at an inhuman volume. 

Brad flinched and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the sound until it stopped. He sighed heavily and got to his feet before slowly heading to the dome to check on things. You and Vash were there, wrapped in a tight embrace as Vash laughed. It still unsettled Brad, but you were clearly happy to hear it.

“Mayfly, you’ve gotta get a handle on that, you might shatter the dome one of these days.”

“Oh please, the humans would have built it plenty strong enough. Besides, maybe if you came by more often, I wouldn’t be quite as overwhelmed when I see you.”

You pouted a little at him, which just made him smile more. Brad stood by the door, leaning against the wall. Neither of you acknowledged him, but he knew you were aware of his presence. It freaked him out, but he could never get by you unnoticed. 

He waited for a minute or two, but when neither of you moved to talk to him, he left for his room. Vash would come check in with him eventually. For now, he had some proper peace and quiet. 

“Dove, I have something I want to show you.” 

You grabbed Vash’s hand and pulled him towards your room. He followed without the slightest hesitation. He’d follow you anywhere these days. 

“Care to give me a hint, Mayfly?”

“Nope.”

You sat him down on the bed and made him close his eyes. Then you carefully picked up your gift and placed it in his hands. 

“Okay… you can open your eyes.”

“...Mayfly? Not that I’m not touched that you would want to show me something… but what am I looking at exactly?”

You pulled up the lone chair in your room to sit with your knees pressed into each other. 

“It’s a communication device. Brad helped me build it. Well,” You chuckled a little and rubbed at your neck, “technically he built it. But I asked him to.”

“Tell me more.”

Vash watched with complete adoration as you explained it. There were two small gold earrings, one for each of you. They acted as earpieces and microphones, hopefully over long enough distances to last when Vash left Home. 

“So we can always keep in touch.”

“And this?”

Vash lifted the matching set of pens. 

“Consider that a ‘just in case’ plan. If either of us need to get in touch with anyone else over shorter distances, those function the same way. I’ll have one to keep in touch with whoever is awake around here at any given time. The other one is for you.”

“I don’t have many people I’d be willing to give something this precious to.”

You smiled proudly at the look on his face when he said it. He always promised you no one he met in the towns he went to were as good as you, but it was more comforting to hear it now that you had this. 

“So… did you happen to learn how to pierce ears while I’ve been gone?”

“Of course I did. What do you take me for?”

“An angel.”

You snickered at him and pushed him back, snatching the earrings and pens from his lap. It was a bit tough, especially with how twitchy Vash could be, but you both wore your new earrings by the time you settled into your nest together at the end of the night.

[aew-regression-cove]

Should have said something..

Big Brother CG Peter Maximoff W/ Little GN reader.

Nicknames used — trouble, kiddo & cutie.

Word count: 515.

Likely very OOC but this made me happy sooo- 😅🤷🏻

Based on something I dealt with and kinda wished I had someone to have helped calm me. (So this fic is extremely self indulgent and was made for myself.) If you want me to allow reblogs you can message me or comment and I will decide if I'm comfortable with you reblogging and if so I'll unlock the fic, if not I'll keep it locked. <3

Would like to add a little note/reminder that all of my works (fics, moodboards, headcannons, ect) are made with platonic intentions!!! (not romantic)

GIF used → credits!!! :3

This is an agere fic, SFW interactions only!!!

It wasn't at all out of the usual for you to watch movies and shows that weren't necessarily 'age appropriate' whilst in a younger headspace, but you enjoyed it and that's what worked for you, which was fine. You typically didn't have much of an issue, if you didn't think you were in the right headspace for a certain movie you'd wait for another time and if you thought it was okay you'd watch it, simple. However sometimes you don't check the content of what is in certain films.

You had been scrolling on Netflix, you and Peter cuddled up on the sofa trying to pick something to watch, nothing was really catching your attention and that's when Peter suggested 'American Psycho'. Horror wasn't something you at all usually shyed away from, even when regressed. And so the two of you start the movie.

It started off relatively okay, you watched as you would with any other movie, head leaning on Peters shoulder. It was nice, until it wasn't.

The movie took a dark turn which was obvious when picking a horror film however you now regretted not previously checking the content included in the film, it's mostly all stuff you'd seen previously in other films but you just weren't managing well this time..

Peter was currently unaware of you're being uncomfortable with the movie...

You guys got pretty far through the movie before you had a physical reaction, a particular scene had set you off and you looked away from the screen, when Peter looked over to you you tried to play it off as though you were just reaching over to the side table where your drink sat however he knew better than that, pausing the movie.

"...You alright trouble?" He asks gently, with an almost knowing look.

"Mm" you hum, attempting to ease his concern and finish the movie.

"Nuh-uh- you can't 'mm' me, kiddo. I know you too well for that- What's sup?" Peters voice is slower than normal, purposely trying to subtly keep you calm, although his thoughts were racing about all potential possibilities of what could be upsetting you.

You spend a few minutes trying to redirect the conversation and his attention back to the movie but he isn't budging, eventually giving in and in somewhat of a mumble explaining that the film was making you uncomfortable. That's all you had needed to say to have him quickly turning it off, scrolling and putting on one of your comfort films instead. "That better cutie?" He says in a bit of a rush, having speedily changed the movie, before practically scooping you into his arms. You give a tired nod and Peter smiles at you, brushing some hair from your face. "Y'know if somethings making you uncomfortable you should tell me kiddo. I may be silly but I'll be brave and get rid of anything scary or upsetting for you, yea-? You just need to tell old Peter-" *He rambles out to you, trying to comfort you as you slowly fall asleep against him, movie playing quietly in the background.

[mattsdae]

help wanted pt. 2

find pt. 1 here and pt. 3 here

content warnings: joe young x masc reader , phone sex , wet dreams , dacryphilia , referenced blowjobs (?) , kinda public sex , corruption kink obvs , a sprinkle of humiliation kink , handjobs , cumming on face (it was on accident i swear) , they kinda get caught , reader lies ab bible verses (shoutout to @doug-remer-milk-consumer for that one)

word count: ~4.3k

synopsis: joe often finds himself confused on set and asks you for help. in a time of need, you’re the only person he can think of to call.

a/n: this fic is probably gonna turn into a lowkey slowburn just bc i love joe and reader sm <3 also, just know that reader is kind of an unreliable narrator when it comes to characterizing joe just bc he assumes how joe feels without really asking, just keep that in mind lol

 joe hung up soon after he asked the question and never called back. he was a weird dude, you already knew that, but a part of you felt bad for what happened. you knew how devoted he was to his religion, but you now had the knowledge that he has some.. interests that don’t fit into that religion too well.

you didn’t work with him again for a month. for a while, you wondered if it were on purpose. at one point, you two were working together multiple times a week, now it was few and far between. you were adjusting the umbrella light when joe walked in. he kept his head down, even as dave told him good morning. he was usually nice enough to respond, though he did find some of dave’s compliments a little weird.

“what’s up his ass,” he muttered bluntly. you shrugged even though you knew exactly what was wrong. you thought about seeking him out and asking if he was okay, but you decided against it. if he wanted to talk, he’d talk.

the shoot went relatively smooth. he didn’t seem to be super into it, so a lot of the shots on his face would have to be cut, but that was actually pretty common for him. at first, you thought his lack of attraction was because of his abstinence, but now you had a different theory.

the man was gay. he’d never come to the conclusion himself, obviously, but it was starting to make itself more known to you. after hearing about his dream, you noticed more habits that were a little suspicious. first of all, he never found any of the women he’d shoot with attractive. that one would have been a blaring alarm if it weren’t for his religious practices. another thing was when certain guys from the crew talked to him. it was obvious who he found attractive. he’d get shy and try to end the conversation as soon as possible, even if it made the interaction awkward, which he did fairly often with you.

you also started to notice the way he’d glance at you, too. it took a while to really pay attention, but sometimes you’d catch him. his eyes would be big as he looked over you, staring a little harder at certain areas he found attractive, mostly focused on your arms or face. you once caught him staring at your dick as you talked to someone else, which made you laugh. he looked away as soon as he realized and luckily the conversation warranted a laugh, so nobody asked any questions.

it took a week after the shoot, nearly a month and a half without talking, when he called again. it was late, you rolled onto your side and drifting in and out of sleep while listening to your tv. you groaned when the phone rang, but stopped feeling as upset as you recognized his number. you answered.

“hello?” you rasped, rubbing your eyes as you leaned up on your elbows.

“i had another dream.” you blinked, trying to comprehend words.

“what?”

“i.. i had a dream about you. again.” he muttered.

“okay? and? i thought i taught you how to handle that.” if you weren’t half asleep and frustrated, you wouldn’t have said it. you probably would have taken advantage of the opportunity, but decided you were too tired to jack off with him.

“i tried but..” he trailed off for a second. “i couldn’t do it.”

“what do you mean you couldn’t..” oh.

“yeah..” he needed you to help him cum. even though it was 4 in the morning and he had clearly been trying for a while, he still couldn’t do it without you. you blushed a bit, realizing how much he actually needed you.

“you want me to talk to you?” you asked, voice still languid and raspy as he agreed. “tell me about your dream. it might give me some ideas.”

“we were on set.. for- for some reason we were starring together..” you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to will yourself to not get hard. “you.. you touched me and you kissed me.. and i liked it.”

“you liked when i touched your cock?” he whimpered at the word, but hummed in agreement soon after. “oh, baby.. you must be so desperate for me to touch you, hm? i’m sure you’ll want the real thing at some point.”

“mhm..” he nodded along, making quick work of himself as he listened to your voice. you rolled onto your back, stretching as you tried to wake yourself up a little more.

“i don’t even have to talk dirty, do i? just hearing my voice is enough for you, right?” he whines, moans starting to string together as he got closer. you knew he would cum quick. he was sensitive, which made his orgasm come quicker than most. he also spent a while trying to get off himself, which added to his sensitivity. “fuck, i love the noises you make. so pretty.. i wish i could hear it in person, but you’re too shy for that, huh? too scared?”

“n-no..” he sobbed, denying your words. it almost bordered on bullying what you said, but he still basked in your words, degrading or not. he moaned, muffling it as he covered his mouth. you tutted.

“don’t cover your mouth. i wanna hear your pretty little noises..” he clearly enjoyed that considering he almost instantly came. he let out loud, desperate moans as he thrusted into his hand. “good boy.. keep going for me.”

“t-too much..” he sobbed, still moving his hands along even after orgasm. you chuckled, enjoying how obedient he was. you rolled back over to your side.

“it’s okay. you’re doing so good. we just gotta make sure you’re all done, right?” he agrees, even though he started to feel overly sensitive. “you think you’re done?”

“yes, i-i’m done- i’m done,” he hiccupped. you knew there were tears streaming down his cheeks, his face probably puffy and red from embarassment and overstimulation.

“you can stop.” he sighed in relief, relaxing again. you listened to his breathing. every so often, he’d sniffle, but he never said anything. you expected him to hang up and avoid you like the plague again, but he stayed on the line. just you nearly broke the silence, he spoke up.

“can you stay for a minute?” his voice trembled, nervous for your answer. you chuckle.

“of coarse. i’m real tired though, so i might fall asleep,” you warn. he hums.

“i just.. i wanna talk.” you swallow, clearing your throat.

“a-about what?” you stumbled over your words.

“anything?” he responded. you licked over your lips, nervous. you never got like this. you were used to smooth talking and getting in a girls pants, not having a real conversation. “how was your day?”

“uhh, pretty good.. i went on a walk earlier which was nice. got chewed up by bugs, though.” he giggled, making your stomach churn.

“i know you’re supposed to love all creatures because god made them, but bugs are so hard to love! they always bite me!” he smiled. you laughed as well, enjoying the innocent conversation. “there’s this one trail that’s really nice this time of year, but you gotta be careful for snakes. you gotta wear pretty thick pants and boots so they don’t get you.”

“it’s, like, 100 degrees outside, though. i think i’d pass out from heat exhaustion before i left my apartment.” he laughed again.

“that’s a good point..” he thought for a moment, the line going quiet as he did so. you nearly fell back asleep before he spoke up again. “maybe we can go in the fall.”

“we?” you asked, wondering if he even understood the implication.

“yeah! it’ll be fun! we get to hang out in the woods and go hiking! i don’t get to do that with my old friends, but you can!” for some reason, you actually felt a little sad when he called you his friend.

“yeah, that does sound fun.” the line goes quiet again, this time you weren’t tired anymore. your heart raced as you tried to think rationally. you couldn’t though, only staring at the ceiling blankly as you thought about being with joe. it was a stupid idea for multiple reasons, but you couldn’t help warming up to the idea.

“i’m tired,” he mumbled, yawning. you nodded.

“me too.” silence. you thought about hanging up, but you let him make the decision. eventually he spoke up again, his voice drawn and mumbled.

“you really wanna hang out one day?” you felt sick, hands grabbing at your sheets as you agreed. you were just trying to make him feel good, right? he would be heartbroken if you said no. “okay. i’ll see what we can do.”

he didn’t speak again. you nervously waited for him to say something, but it never came. he must’ve fallen asleep at some point, so you hung up. you didn’t go to bed until the sunrise, too panicked to even think about sleeping.

you worked with joe again a week later. instead of being shy and avoidant, he now happily walked up to you and started conversation. you smiled and nodded along, but still felt that weird ache in your chest you couldn’t diagnose. he grinned, bouncing off of every joke you made with excitement. dave joined in once of twice, which neither of you really minded. joe was in a happy mood in general, so hopefully everything would go nice and smooth. eventually, he walked off, holding the script after dave gave him an extra he had on hand.

after a while of helping dave set up shots, joe came back. he didn’t look as relaxed anymore, now holding the script tightly in front of him as he stood behind you. he chewed on his lip, flesh already tender and inflammed as he waited for you. for a while, you expected him to make himself known, but he didn’t.

“what’s up,” you started. he looked around, making sure nobody was paying attention. dave was too busy talking to the new guy to notice and everyone else were just showing up, going off to put their stuff down and make small talk. he leaned close, whispering.

“can you help me out?” he asked. you nod, stifling a smile as he lead you to his dressing room. another question from the script, the main fantasy both of you held. he stood as you sat on the couch. another awkward silence filled the room, joe clearly having trouble talking to you.

“what do you need help with, man?” the script crinkled in his grip as he clinched his fists, avoiding eye contact. you waited for a second before speaking up again. “you gotta tell me what you want. i can’t read minds, you know.”

“what was the word you used for the dream i had?” he mumbled. a moment passed where you thought, trying to figure out what he was talking about. it clicked.

“a wet dream?” he tensed up a bit, head now hanging low as he started to turn red. you’d never get over his reactions to your words.

“y-yeah. do you.. remember what it was about?” he started rubbing his hands over his pants, trying to ground himself.

“the first one or the second one?” he huffed, realizing he did have multiple dreams about you.

“first one..”

“yeah, a little.” you acted like you didn’t think about his dreams while masturbating more often than not. it wasn’t the dream itself that turned you on, more that he dreamt of it. the idea of him waking up in the middle of the night, unable to wrap his head around what happened and being forced to call you, the one he dreamt about, made you more aroused than any porno ever could.

joe walked stiffly towards the couch, sitting next to you as he held out the script. his arm covered his crotch, which only made you more interested.

“it was a lot like this.” you nodded and flipped halfway through, skipping over all the cheesy buildup and glancing over some of the lines. after a while of reading the pages, you shut the packet again and gave it back. it was a basic porn script where joe was supposed to get head from a girl, nothing special.

“i’m assuming you thought about me instead of the girl?” you joked but he didn’t respond to it. you patted his thigh. “it’s all good, man. everyone has a wet dream every once in a while; it’s a part of being human.”

“but.. you’re a guy.” you nodded. clearly your explaination of just helping each other out didn’t suffice. you thought for a second before responding.

“well, you know eve was made from adam’s rib, right?” he nods. “then eve really isn’t that different to adam and you aren’t that different to me. it’s one in the same, you know?”

“i never really thought of it that way.” you nearly cooed at how gullible he is. you knew he never thought of it that way because every word was bullshit and would most likely send you to hell if god were real, but he still nodded along. “are you sure?”

“i’m sure.” you wrapped your arm around him and he leaned in, his head resting on your chest for a moment. if it weren’t for the lie you just told him, you might’ve cherished the moment.

“so my dreams aren’t bad?” he sounded so ashamed, his hands still gripping at his pants. he almost pouted as he asked, finally looking up at you and making eye contact. you stomach did a flip, his sweet expression physically hurting you.

“of coarse not, dude. i think it’s kinda nice,” you smile. his eyes widen, glimmering like a puppy’s you tell them how good they are.

“really?” you nod. he leans back into your arms. it really was sweet, his head resting against you as you rubbed his arm. “can i tell you something? and you can’t be mad.”

“shoot.” he tensed up again, slightly pulling away.

“i have.. jeez, i can’t say it.” his head fell forward, gripping at his pants again. you take your arm back, letting him letting him pull away fully. his hands covered himself again.

“it’s fine, man. you can show me if you can’t say it.” you tried not to assume anything, but you were proven correct as he pulled his hands away. an obvious bulge showed and you almost looked away from instinct. you never looked at another dude’s dick before, but it also felt wrong to avoid looking. you talked him through an orgasm while personally fantasizing about how he looked, cock and all, so why were you suddenly scared of it?

“i’m sorry..” he teared up, making you actually coo.

“aww, don’t apologize. do you want me to touch you?” you spoke gently, as if one wrong word would make him break. it probably would, considering he was already on the verge of crying from shame.

“i’m not sure,” he whimpered. you nodded, placing your hand on his thigh and rubbing.

“it’s okay. we don’t start filming for another hour or so. you can try using what i taught you again!” he blushed, facing away from you fully. you leaned close. “there’s nothing to be ashamed about, man. every guy’s had a boner in public.”

he groaned, leaned forward and covering his face. you patted his back, wondering if anyone noticed you were gone. it’d been several minutes and dave really needed your help. you leaned down again.

“i’m gotta get back to set. if you need me, just grab me, okay?” he nodded with a dramatic whine. dave asked a couple of questions before concluding that you took a shit on set. you laughed along with the jokes, even making some yourself, as you basically trained the new guy on how to set things up.

another 20 minutes pass and you were squating down on the ground, pointing out what gear was needed. you start to feel someone staring at you and as you turn, you make eye contact. joe had his head poked out from the hallway, staring at you with big eyes. he waved towards himself, pouting. you stood.

“give me just a second, i need the bathroom.” you walked away as dave threw some jokes at you. turning the corner, joe immediately dragged you into his dressing room. he shut the door behind him and quickly went to the couch to sit down.

“i-i tried,” he stuttered, raking his fingers through his hair and almost panting.

“you tried what?”

“i tried to do what you.. taught me.. but it still didn’t work. i-i think i need help.” he rambled, starting to cry. you nodded, stepping closer and crouching down to his level.

“hey, hey, it’s okay. you don’t gotta cry, man..” he nodded, wiping his tears and trying to hide his face. you rub his legs. “i can help. i just wanna make sure you’re okay with that.”

“i need you..” he whines, not even realizing what he said. you stifle a moan and continue to rub his legs. he looked down at you with a pout.

“what do you want me to do, baby?” you ask, your hand finding their way to the imprint on his slacks, massaging along the way. he relaxes into the touch, adjusting his position so he was on the edge of the couch.

“can you what you did in my dream?” he asked a little too quick. you nod, smiling at the idea of him jacking off to his own dream of you sucking him off, before realizing that meant you had to suck him off, not some fantasy version of you he made up. your face flushed as you squeezed, a little surprised by the size. you didn’t have expectations going in, but he could definitely do more pornos based on size. he whimpered as you touched him.

“you want me to give you head?” he lets out a cry, still humiliated by your words. most people wouldn’t think twice about the term, but joe felt himself melt as he heard it. “say it out loud. i need you to say yes or no.”

“yes..” his voice trembled.

“and..?” you waited as he tried to form the words, but consistantly falling short. you let go and he whines, grabbing your wrist.

“no, no, no- please, y/n. please- i need it..” he begged. you shook your head.

“i need to hear you say it before i can do it.”

“i-i want you to.. oh- i need you to give me h-head.” the words sounded foreign coming from his mouth. you’d never heard him speak like this genuinely, which only made you feel that corruptive urge again. you supressed a smile as he sniffles.

“good boy,” you praise. he whimpers as you touch him again. you feel him up, experimenting with what he liked before finding out he seemed to really enjoy the rougher squeezes. you ran your thumb over his clothed tip before fully gripping him. his back arched and a string of noises came out with only a few words thrown in.

“ah, ah, please-“ he sobbed still gripping your wrist harshly. you used your free hand to push it away, earning another hearty whine. you kissed his inner thigh, him shivering as he felt your breath against his thigh.

“keep your hands by your side. don’t want you getting too excited, right?” he nods, still oblivious to the jabs. you loved it, him innocently agreeing to you, even as you degraded and humiliated him. he plants both hands to his sides, gripping the cushions as you kiss again. you continued your little pecks up and up, making him tremble and melt. eventually you found yourself inches away from his cock, nerves stopping you from continuing. “you know, i’ve never done this before, right?”

“really?” he looked down at you, eyes lighting up when he realized that you also still had first times to experience, not just him. you nod. you weren’t really trying to be reassuring, but it was nice to see him become more confident in your dynamic.

“yeah, so you’re gonna have to tell me if you like it.” you said, but you wouldn’t be suprised if he found everything arousing. he nods, his eyes flicking between you and his cock. “you wanna watch, baby?”

he nods again, his face getting warmer by the second as yours did. if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was also into this. maybe he liked being corrupted, the humiliation of not knowing what was happening or the having words to express it. you unbuckle his belt, tapping his leg to get him to lean up. he does and watched you pull his boxers and pants down in one motion.

his legs tried to close around you, attempting to hide from exposure. for a moment, you hesitated. you’d never slept with a guy. you never touched a guy, never kissed a guy, hell, you never even liked a guy. now, you were on your knees in front of a mormon of all people with his dick in your face. you chewed on your lip, thinking.

“you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he said quickly. you look up at him. even though he was clearly desperate to feel your mouth on him, he must’ve seen how nervous you were, which made you smile. you nod.

“how about this: i touch you and if i feel comfortable blowing you later, i will.” he shivered at the terms you used, but agreed either way. it took you a few seconds to work up the courage to touch him. you experimented, running the very tip of your fingers down the underside, causing him to sigh heavily. with a little more motivation from his noises, you wrapped your hand around him.

running your hand up and down with little grip, you stopped towards the head. you rubbed circles right under the tip, smiling when his hips bucked. he whimpered, trying to keep himself still. his fingers dug into the couch as you stimulated him, almost the same way you’d do a girl’s clit. and just like a girl, he moaned nice and high.

even with his nails digging into the leather, it wasn’t enough. soon, he let go and grabbed at your hair, needing to touch. you whimper as he tugged, quickly apologizing. he wasn’t pushy like most guys would when they got a hold of somebody’s hair, instead detangling knots to make up for yanking your hair, only to do it again everytime you hit a sensitive spot.

with new found confidence, you started touching him the same way you did yourself. a rough grip, of which made him sob and squirm, and quick jerks. he almost wailed, fingers letting go of your locks and grabbing your shirt. the material bunched up into his hands before he let it go and grabbed onto your shoulder.

his hips bucked again, your free hand holding onto his hip and pinning it down. he whined, trying to take your hand away but obeying when your grip tightened. even though you originally used this as an excuse to not to give him head, you started to question how you really felt. his precum formed pretty little droplets, your fingers quickly wiping over it for lubricant. once another leaked out, you leaned forward, tongue quickly lapping over the liquid. your eyebrows furrowed, almost cringing at the taste before being distracted by his high pitched moan. his grip on your shoulder tightened and so did yours on his cock. you glanced up at him, making eye contact.

“a-ah!” he yelped, immediately ejaculating. you turned your head away, gritting your teeth as he came all over your hand and your body. he panted above you, whimpering as you let go. “i’m sorry- i’m sorry-“

he quickly apologized before he even finished, hips still bucking against your hand. you held your breath, trying to find the power in you to not freak out over another man’s jizz on your body. you looked back at him.

his cheeks were red, eyes wide and quickly flicking between each drop of cum on you. his chest rose and fell quickly as he adjusted himself, keeling over a bit as the tip dragged against the couch. he whimpered from overstimulation, still apologizing.

“it’s fine, man..” your voice strained, grabbing at a random shirt on the ground and wiping the side of your face before letting out the breath you’d been holding. “happens to the best of us.”

“here.” he grabbed the shirt from you, wiping over your hair and your neck before handing it back. he saw the tensed expression on your face and physically deflated at it. “i-i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to.. it just- i’m sorry.”

“i promise, it’s fine.” you wiped off your hand before discarding that shirt and grabbing another to hand him, letting him clean up. he took it. “i just.. wasn’t expecting it.”

both of you jumped as someone knocked on the door. he called out a quick ‘just a minute’ before quickly pulled up his pants as you stood, trying to find some place to hide. you huffed, not finding anywhere good and sitting next to joe.

“what are you doing?” he whisper-yelled. you grabbed the script and held it between you.

“helping you out with the script.” he nodded before saying ‘come in’. dave poked his head in.

“there you are! we’re starting in 5, you two. oh, and y/n, i need your help with this light.” you nod, stepping towards him. he held his hand out, making you stand still for a moment. he glanced over your body before chuckling. “i’m fucking with you. i just wanted to see if that was really cum on your shirt.”

your stomach dropped as he shut the door, suddenly feeling the urge to vomit. the room was silent before you slowly turned and saw the look of horror on joe’s face, completely still and not breathing.

somehow, you comforted him enough to leave the room within 5 minutes while finding something to put on that wasn’t soaked in joe’s cum. luckily, the new guy fucked up one of the cameras and they had to call the shoot off, rescheduling for the next day. knowing how anxious joe was, it felt like a blessing. you now stood outside, smoking a cigarette as you waited for dave to come tell you what time you needed to come in. joe stepped out the door, and slowly walked towards you, avoiding eye contact.

“i’m sorry.. again.” joe stood next to you. almost everyone left, everyone else already fed up and opting for dave to call them instead of waiting. you shrugged, flicking the ash away from him.

“it’s all good. at least i got a new shirt out of it,” you chuckle. he didn’t laugh, instead awkwardly looking away for a few minutes before walking off. “i’ll see you tomorrow.”

he didn’t respond and you’d never admit it, but it hurt a little.

[star-quill]

hate fucking + age gap 😵‍💫

mmhm yeah mmhm yep yep yeah

he's nice at first, your parents are away for the weekend and you decide now you want to rearrange your room. so you ask peter for help, although he does most of the work. you just lay on your bed, scrolling through your phone while he's pushing your desk over to the window.

"you gonna help at some point or?"

"i can't push any of that stuff, that's why i got you to help.."

"so what are you doing then?"

"i'm just here to look pretty.."

it was at that point you bent your leg up, your skirt falling down slightly to expose your underwear. he knew you had done it on purpose, but he just had to ignore it.

"y'know.. you're what? mid-twenties? aren't you gonna move out soon? what's the point of changing all this around?"

"well, i've still got two years left of college.. so this is just for when i come back for the summer.."

"right.. right.."

"you gonna miss me?"

"i might.."

"i think you should give me a little going away present, don't you think?"

it was this that made him turn around, his eyes immediately drawn to your hand that was between your legs. he adjusted himself in his pants and you just smiled, throwing your head back onto your pillow. you closed your eyes and the next thing you heard was your bedroom door slam shut. you sat up immediately and noticed peter was gone, so you got up, searched the house to find him in your kitchen.

"did you not like my little show?"

"this isn't going to happen, ok? i'm not gonna fuck you."

"you need to get laid.. and it's fine if you hate me, my tight little pussy can take it.."

he stepped towards you now, grabbing your chin to force you to look up at him and spoke with a low growl.

"do you think i'd give in that easily? do you think just because you got a tight pussy that i'll give in? and besides, why are you coming onto me, thought you hated me too.."

"i asked you over here, figured you'd be the only one to be able to help me.."

"so, you still hate me?"

"well, of course i do.. for starters, you're being an asshole about helping me and then you're not fucking me.. so yeah.."

"if you wanna get laid so badly, go find someone your own age.. not me.."

"but i want a man.. someone who knows what they're doing.."

you brushed your hand over his crotch, smiling up at him so sweetly. he couldn't just give in, he needed to have the upper hand. but even if he did, he was still giving in.

"you want fucked? fine. go get on your bed, i want you face down, ass up.. and i'm going my own pace.."

you ran off to your room, leaving peter in the kitchen to contemplate his actions. one one hand, he could just leave, but then you'd hate him even more and he's slightly worried you'd start some crazy rumour about this whole thing. on the other, he could fuck you, maybe you'd hate him less and he could finally get properly laid.

he chose the latter option, coming up stairs to find you just how he wanted you.

"wet already? you're so easy.."

you just whimpered, feeling his fingers rub through your folds, before plunging two of them inside you. his other hand was on your hip, keeping you steady and upright.

"you just keep making those pretty noises, baby.."

"mmf.. use me.. please.."

"oh don't worry, honey.. i will.."

he fingerfucked you so gently, pulling you so close to your release before he pulled his fingers out. you slumped onto the bed, squeezing your legs together, trying to make yourself come.

"if you wanna come.. you gotta ask for it.."

"and if i don't want to?"

"then i'll leave you here.. but it won't feel as good compared to me.."

you quickly shifted yourself onto your knees, hands fumbling with his zipper and begging him to let you come on his dick. he just tilted his head, wanting you to beg more, and more. eventually he gave in, motioning for you to turn around again before he pulled his dick out and pulled you back onto him. he was practically splitting you in half, stretching you out and filling you up.

"you feel that, honey? feel better than your fingers, doesn't it?"

"mmhm.."

"mmhm.. that's right.."

the way he was mixing slow grinds with hard snaps of his hips was sending you over the edge, making you come once, then twice before he's grunting and pulling out to come over your ass. his hands are gripping tight on your waist as he exhales, sighing out deeply.

"can we do this again?"

"you already want more?"

"please.."

you had stood up on shaky feet in front of him now, hands grabbing at his t-shirt. he gripped your chin with one hand and the other was round the back of your neck.

"you got yourself addicted, baby.."

"mmhm.. but so did you.."

"still hate me?"

"maybe.. a little.."

he just smirked, letting go of your chin to shove himself back inside his pants. he just continued with moving your room around while you lay on your stomach on your bed. when he was finally done, you knelt up on your bed while he stood in front of you.

"once more before i go back home?"

you just wrapped your arms around his neck and let him lift your legs up and around his waist. you can both act like you hate each other, but when the sex is this good, you might just end up hating him a little less than before.