#i stay confident that he is so fucking hardened by his life

[willwriteforhugs]

when a character was naturally a goofy and light-hearted person their entire lives but as they grew up they got more and more damaged by the world and by their own grief and it became harder and harder to be the one smiling. and yet they force themselves to stay funny and stay light-hearted but over time it progressively becomes something they do consciously and intentionally to both relieve and manipulate their loved ones . ohohohohohoho

[bloodibambiidoll]

What would happen if weird!girl was there during the scene with Hollis instead of Sophia?

(This is based off two asks I got. One about weird!girl finally clapping back & one about her being there during this scene. Also thank you for being so patient with me ik it’s been a while since I posted about them !!) Jealously/possessiveness, choking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, mentions of weird!girl & another man in the past, breeding kink 18+

You know it’s absolutely irrational to be as pissed off as you are right now. But watching Hollis bat her spider leg eyelashes and pucker her years full of filler smudged red lips at your fiancé while she leans over the table with her tits pushed out is making you want to rip her head off. At the beginning of you and Rafe’s relationship you probably would’ve ran in the bathroom and cried because you didn’t feel like you were right for him. You’re not that girl anymore. Rafe has given you so much confidence and security that now you’re walking toward them with a smug smile painted on your face. Everyone on the island knows you and Rafe are engaged and if she thinks you’re going to let her walk all over you like some scared little girl she can think the fuck again.

Your platform boots click against the stone floor as you march across the outdoor seating area with a purpose. Rafe’s scotch is clutched tightly in your ringed hand and the cold condensation on the glass is a welcome cool in comparison to the fire in your veins. Your tiny black dress whooshes as you walk, the slight breeze kicking it up just enough to almost show your ass that’s covered in Gucci fishnets. You’re sick and tired of everyone walking all over you. Men scoff at you and look down on Rafe for being with you. Women constantly flirt with him in front of you like you’re not even there and you’re at your limit. You slide your way under your fiancé’s arm and tuck yourself into his side before holding his drink to him.

“Here’s your drink, baby.” You look up at him with a devilish little smirk and he sends you one of those signature Rafe Cameron smirks right back. His eyes flash from your own to your lips to your tits before he grabs the glass from your hand and places a kiss on your temple.

“Aww, who’s this?” Hollis breaks you and Rafe out of your bubble, making you snap your head toward her with a look that could kill.

“You’re joking, right?” You scoff, and push past Rafe so you can get right up in her face. You paint a condescendingly sweet smile on your lips as your eyes roam over her form. It’s obvious her days as resident cougar are numbered, the build up of Botox is starting to make her face look puffy and that lipstick looks awful with her skin tone. She even has a little bit smeared on her teeth and you can tell she’s slightly tipsy.

“Not only have I lived on this island my entire fucking life, I used to fucking take care of your dogs when you and your husband - oops I mean, ex husband used to go on your little vacations.” You cup your hand onto the side of your cheek and lean in even closer to her so you can whisper-yell in her ear. “You know, before you cheated on him so much he couldn’t take it anymore. Such a waste really, he’s such a sweet, handsome man…”

“Excuse me?” Hollis quickly leans back and scoffs, her hand flying to her chest as if you hit her. Her eyes show a flash of hurt before hardening. “You really ought to learn some respect, young lady. I don’t think you realize what kind of pull I have around here. I could ruin you.” Her lips wear a sinister smile that you assume she thinks is threatening but it just makes you laugh.

“No, I think you need to learn some respect, actually.” You return her smile, but yours is far more sinister than anything she could ever muster up because the minute that Stanley Kubrick esc grin stretches across your lips the one on her own drops and she takes a step back. But you just take a step forward, staying inches away from her face while you tilt your head to the side. “Everyone on this goddamn island already can’t stand me. And they all know Rafe Cameron is mine. But only you and I know that Mr. Robison sought comfort in a young, tight, pussy when you first started stepping out on him.”

“You really are and always have been such a vile little girl.” She sneers down at you and you know you hit the exact nerve you were aiming for. “Jealousy really isn’t a cute look, by the way, dear.”

“It’s not jealousy. It’s possession.” Hollis has gradually been taking steps back from you as the conversation has gone on but you close the distance between the two of you so you can lean up and whisper directly in your ear. “Now get the fuck away from my man before I choke you so hard your eyes pop out of your skull.”

“Ugh! You are a psychotic little bitch!” Hollis stomps her red bottom heeled foot onto the ground with a low growl before turning and stomping off.

“Whose acting like a little girl now!” You yell after her with a laugh and it earns you a glare over her shoulder that you return with laughter. You’re still practically cracking up when you turn to face Rafe who is staring down at you like a deer caught in the headlights. “You good baby? Thought you’d be proud of me.” You pout and your boyfriend's expression hardens as he grabs your wrist and pulls your body flush against his own.

“Oh, bats. I’m proud of you for standing on business, but…” Rafe's large hand grabs onto the back of your neck as leans down so he can practically growl into your ear. “You have some serious fuckin’ explaining to do. Mr. Robinson, huh? You fuck him?”

“And if I did? That was literally years ago before you ever thought twice about me, I think you’ll live.” Your voice holds a hint of defiance that you know for a fact is going to get your ass handed to you very shortly but if you’re being honest, that’s exactly what you want. It’s been a minute since you got Rafe riled up enough to fuck you until you can’t walk.

“You are so fucked. Car. Now. Start walking.”

-

“Tell me whose fuckin’ pussy this is.” Rafe has you bent over the arm of your expensive leather couch while his cock pounds deep into your dripping walls and his large palm shoves your face into the cushion below you. He ripped your dress over your head and tore your brand new gucci tights open at the crotch the minute he got you through the door. Your ass is beat red and decorated with welts the shape of his designer belt, your drool is dripping down your chin and your vision is blurry from your mascara running down your eyes. He fucking loves you like this.

“It’s yours! My whole body belongs to you, daddy!” The attitude you had earlier on in the night is starting to slip and you’re getting to the point that all you want is to come on Rafe’s cock as many times as he will allow you to. And so far? He’s been edging you for the last forty minutes.

“Yeah, that’s fuckin’ right. You’re my little whore.” Rafe’s fingers lace through your hair, his nails scratching your scalp as he gathers the strands between his digits and pulls them tight so he can yank your head back. He uses his grip for leverage as he continues to pound into you relentlessly. “Don’t wanna think about any other man touching you. Especially not some old fuck. As far as I’m fuckin’ concerned you were a virgin when we met.”

“Well, I wasn’t even close… Does that make you mad, daddy?” You let out a borderline evil chuckle as you let your tongue lull from your mouth while you look over your shoulder at him. His blue eyes are practically black from how dilated his pupils are, his nostrils are flared, and his lips are set into a snarl. You can’t help it that you love him like this. “Does it just drive you crazy that you’re not the only dick that’s been in this tight little pussy?”

“Shut your bratty little mouth, did I not beat that ass hard enough yet, huh? Do I need to pull out and make you watch me jerk off while I nut all over your dumb little face and leave you with nothing but a mess to clean up?” Rafe’s nails dig deeper into your scalp when his grip on your hair tightens. He pulls your back flush against his chest while his hips plow into yours, his thick cock stretching you out over and over with each thrust.

“What about you, huh?” You lace your arm around Rafe’s neck so you can drag your pointed nails down his skin. “Resident man slut? This all started because you were letting that dumb old bag fawn all over you with her tits in your face.”

Rafe pulls out of you and uses your hips to flip you onto your back. Your legs are dangling over the arm of the couch and your top half is bent flat against the cushion, propping your hips up so your pussy is on display to him. He lands a smack on your sopping wet cunt that verberates through the room and you barely have time to process before he’s dealing you with another one. His broad frame looms over you when he leans down to grip onto your throat and pin you to the plush leather.

“I was just appeasing her cause’ she was offering me a way I could make us more money.” He hits your pussy again before landing harsh smacks on your clit in succession. Rafe’s palm cups your cunt and he uses the heel of it to rub your clit roughly while he squeezes your throat so tight you see stars. He toys with your entrance with his thick fingers and then spreads your juices on his shaft. He pumps himself a few times before slamming back inside of you in one thrust. “You really think I’d ever trade this perfect fuckin’ cunt for anything in the world? You think you can go around talking about fucking men old enough to be your dad in front of me and not expect me to mark my territory? I’m gonna cover you in my fuckin’ cum.”

“Sounds like somebody is jealous.” You lick your lips and smile widely up at him while the hand on your throat makes your vision go fuzzy. The sound that leaves Rafe is near animalistic, he grips onto your thigh with his free hand and pins it to the arm of the couch. It spreads you wide and gives him the perfect view of his thick cock covered in your creamy juices as it slams inside you over and over again.

“It’s not jealousy, it’s possession.” Rafe mocks your words from earlier, his hand nearly cutting off your air supply before letting go and grabbing onto the back of your hair. He uses his grip to yank you up off the cushion and force your head down until you can see where you’re connected. His thrusts never falter as he manhandles you like a ragdoll.

“You see that shit? See your greedy little pussy swallowing my dick like it was made for her? Tell daddy again who owns that shit. Drop the attitude and tell me you’re my fuckin’ whore if you wanna come.”

“I’m your whore! Please let me come!” You whine as you writhe beneath him, your final resolve leaving you when he grabs onto both your wrists, suspending your back off the couch as he uses his grip on you to pull you back to meet his rapid thrusts.

“Yeah, that’s right, you’re my perfect little fuck doll. Mine to use, as I please, when I please.” You wrap your legs around his hips to pull him impossibly deeper and it has him growling and twitching inside you. “You gonna be a good girl and take my fuckin’ cum? Let me put a baby in you so all these bitches really know who you belong to?”

“Yes, fuck! Please give me your cum, wanna make you a daddy!” Rafe lets your body fall back down onto the couch so he can lean over you with his hands on either side of your head as he pumps his hips deep and hard into you. The angle has him hitting deeper than ever and each glide of his hips has his skin rubbing against your throbbing clit.

“Come on my cock, milk that shit, baby.” It’s like your body is programmed to listen to his words because that’s all it takes to have your walls pulsing around him as you gush around his thick shaft. You lean up and bite his chest before sucking hard on his skin, marking your territory. A few more rough thrusts of his hips and Rafe is coming right along with you. “Such a good girl, such a perfect, tight, pussy. Gonna give you a fuckin’ baby.” He babbles as his cock twitches inside of you and fills you with ropes of his cum. When he comes down from his high his body slumps against yours, his huge frame pining you awkwardly to the couch.

“Fuck.” You giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck and run your nails along his buzzed head. “That was so hot. But, you’re crushing me with your giant fucking body.”

“Yeah? I think you deserve it. I don’t think that was punishment enough for fucking Mr. Robinson before we ever got together.” Rafe groans dramatically as he lets more of his weight crush you.

“Well. I think you’ll be delighted to know that I never fucked him.” You say it in a sing-song tone that has Rafe’s head shooting up and his blue eyes locking with yours. “We just sexted. She found the pics on his phone and lost her shit.”

“Oh! You are such a little shit!” He pushes himself up off the couch and points down at you in mock accusation. “You let me think you fucked him so I would beat your lil’ ass, didn’t you?” Rafe chuckles and your hand flies to your chest while you look up at him with your mouth agape.

“What?!” You gasp. “I would never push your buttons for sexual gain. That would be insane.”

“You are such a fuckin’ brat, ya know that?” Rafe smiles as he pulls you off the couch and against his chest. “I ought to bend you over again, over my knee this time.”

“What was all that about giving me a baby?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him and he glares down at you. “Was that just horny talk or does somebody have baby fever?”

“You know what?” He grabs you and tosses you over his shoulder despite your protests. “I’m gonna spank you till you cry and then fuck you full of my cum until you’re begging me to put a baby in you.”

Tagging mooties & weird!girl lovers: @babygorewhore @cxrrodedcoffin @starkeysprincess @nemesyaaa @oceandriveab @munson-mjstan @cameronsprincess @rafeinterlude @sturnioloshacker @traceymbcm

Divider by @anitalenia

All things Rafe & his weird!girl here

[beatlebvm]

wet dream

summary: after a long night of intense activities, aegon targaryen falls asleep in the arms of his sweet and pretty niece visenya not knowing that in the morning there will be a surprise waiting for him.

pairing: aegon II targaryen x visenya targaryen (rhaenyra's daughter)

word count: ~1.6k

warnings: not proofread, 18+ mdni, language, smut, just filth and little fluff if you squint at the end, oral sex (m receiving), it's con — basically waking him up with head :P. ugly ending :/. ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE!!!

author's note: this might be the last and only thing i'll ever publish in my life since i still have traumas from my wattpad era of 10 years ago lmao. i feel super insecure about this, it sounded nicer in my head but i hope you like it too!

maybe it was a dream.

such a beautiful dream — as the ones you don't want to wake up from, the ones you want to live through until the last second, the last bit. and it was so good.

too good to be true. visenya's mouth was so warm and welcoming, soft and wet just as aegon liked, and her lips moved eagerly and confidently, playing and sucking him off with the only ways she knew. aegon sighed, his hips shifted and he could already feel himself harden in his state of semi-unconsciousness, between wakefulness and a deep slumber.

her sultry gaze was fixed on him, a mischievous smirk lingered on her pretty lips and aegon just wanted to tear it away with an harsh thrust of his hips, wanted to feel her gag around his cock. but visenya just chuckled at his weak attempt to. gods, why was she so warm? why did it feel so real?

aegon shifted again, the dream was starting to get uncomfortable, his cock was rock hard and borderline painful and he couldn't bear it for any longer. plus, a strange stickiness between his legs seemed to grow and the targaryen was pretty sure that he might've spilled on his bed sheets with just that dream. a fucking dream. how embarrassing if someone found out that he wetted his bed at the modest age of twenty?

he shifted again and again, until the maddening image of visenya sucking his cock vanished in a blurry corner of aegon's mind, much to his displeasure. he could've stayed like that forever. but the discomfort and the wetness didn't leave, his cock still hard.

and the sounds too.

wet sound after wet sound, a few soft sighs and aegon was pretty sure that it wasn't just a dream anymore, and when finally sleepiness was slipping away and he was finally back into the real world, his eyes opened — visenya was there.

laying on his bed, her body still bare in all of its glory and naked from the night before when they indulged in their pleasurable and greedy company, her head dipped on to his lap. but she wasn't supposed to be there. not at that time — weak sunlight penetrated the windows of aegon's chambers, shades of orange and yellow sealed the dawn just creeping over king's landing and also aegon's full attention on the girl in front of him.

it wasn't just a dream. a wet dream. visenya was there, her lips really moving on him and the smirk on her face widened as she realized that her uncle finally awakened up. “good morning.”

good fucking morning indeed.

aegon blinked a few times, rubbed his eyes until his vision was clear just to make sure that his sweet niece was really there, and a rush of pleasure crossed through his body when visenya’s tongue teased and pressed on the slit of his dick. she shouldn’t have been there — by dawn visenya should’ve sneaked out of his chambers and gone back to her own to avoid unpleasant encounters within the halls of the red keep, unpleasant questions about her strange presence at such late hours in those corridors, or why the daughter of rhaenyra targaryen was just coming out of prince aegon’s chambers.

“w-what the fuck are you doing here?”, aegon asked, his voice low and raspy from a deep sleep which sent a shiver down visenya’s spine. but despite his harsh words, aegon wasn’t displeased by visenya’s presence, at all.

he wanted so bad to fuck that pretty face, thrust his hips up her mouth and claim her throat just like they both needed to, but aegon’s body was still heavy and stiff from his slumber — his hand found visenya’s silver hair and gripped them in a weak fist, guiding and following the motions of her head down his cock but not forcing her, jut telling her silently to not stop and continue with the superb and lovely job she was doing.

“isn’t that obvious?”, visenya teased, her voice hoarse too but holding that suggestive tone that always characterized her everytime she was in aegon’s company. her hand stroked him gently, not wanting to overwhelm him and leave him without attention as she spoke at the same time.

aegon whined, his fingers tightened around visenya’s wavy strands as he watched her mouth engulf him once again and swallowing him whole in her warmth. fuck, she was so good, too good to him. he was an asshole, and sometimes he felt he was just using her, taking advantage of her need for him — it was so wrong, sharing the bed and getting his cock wet from who aegon considered a bastard hs entire life, even if her hair were silver and her eyes of pale purple, her other features didn’t lie. but he couldn’t stop, he couldn’t pull away, even if visenya was rhaenyra’s daughter. “you shouldn’t be here.”

visenya cocked an eyebrow up, the idea of leaving didn’t even cross her mind when aegon’s protest sounded and came out of his lips more lighthearted than he wanted. he didn’t want for her to stop, she could read well the signs of his body well, no matter how weak they were: the slightest twitch of his hips, the way his hand seemed to push her head down more and more. “do you want me to stop?”

aegon didn’t reply in that moment, a moment of silence followed and only interrupted by the soft sighs and grunts leaving his lips and visenya’s mouth wet sounds. his body reacted once again, his hips weakly buckled up searching for more pleasure — which visenya didn’t give to him, and aegon couldn’t simply take it anymore. he needed her, needed that release. “n-no, fuck—”.

and his sweet niece didn’t need any more words, resuming her motions and giving aegon the good morning she planned to gift him and he was glad to take everything, feeling any resistance leave his body the moment pleasure settled in completely. not that there was some actual resistance. the farce was pathetic as much as aegon’s pretense that it was just sex between him and visenya, that there was no actual feeling growing for his favorite and only niece.

the obscene sounds of visenya’s mouth only grew louder as she doubled her efforts, her cheeks hollowed around him and the sight alone was almost enough to make aegon come on the spot — he couldn’t wait to fill that mouth with his seed, claim it and see her swallow his cum like the greedy and good girl visenya was. he shutted his eyes, and his mind was soon filled with memories of previous night, when visenya rode his cock like her life depended on it and with her pretty tits bouncing everytime their hips met, her moans echoing in the four walls of his chambers.

fuck, it couldn’t be already it… and yet visenya noticed aegon’s body tensing up, his balls tightening up under her warm palm, and she knew that in a matter of seconds and a few other gags around his cock ropes of his cum would paint her throat. and she couldn’t be more ready for it, more eager to taste him and not waste a single drop. “vis, i—”.

and just like visenya predicted, it took aegon a few moments to completely shudder and let the bliss overflow his body and mind, coming and spilling into her welcoming mouth with a single and beautiful moan that made visenya quiver too. aegon seemed to lighten, he buckled his hips up a few times, the tip of his dick kissed the back of visenya’s throat and spurts of his warm cum marked her as his, and he made sure that no drop went to waste. aegon could’ve died right in that moment and he would’ve been the happiest man in the whole world — no better awakening than that one could’ve existed and aegon couldn’t have felt better than in that moment. he was so fucking lucky to have her, he couldn’t believe it.

sadly, to aegon’s displeasure and reluctance the peak didn’t last as much as he desired and the effects of it inevitably subsided but he couldn’t help but groan again as he felt visenya’s thighs straddle his hips and her settle on top of him once again. just like last night. with a satisfied sigh and a greedy lick of her lips, visenya hid her face in the crook of his neck and wrapped her arms around his torso, leaving a few sloppy and lazy kisses on the pale skin of his throat. aegon sighed too, his arms doing the same with her and let himself enjoy the warmth that her sweet embrace brought. he could’ve done that every morning and never got tired of it — fuck anybody’s suspiciousness.

a weary smile creeped on aegon’s lips as he nuzzled his nose against her soft hair, his heart swelling with content as he heard visenya chuckle lightly at his gentle tickle. his fingers caressed her kindly, with a sweetness that rarely characterized aegon and that he never showed in public, but for a reason or another, it felt right to act around visenya like that, almost unconsciously even. he brought his lips to her hair, tilting her head to kiss her forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks and eventually her lips with chaste but sweet pecks. aegon could briefly taste himself on her soft lips and it almost spurred him on and made his cock to stiffen but he held back, wanting to savour the moment with visenya.

“good morning indeed.”

[konigsblog]

e-dater könig who’s in his 40’s and pressures you into meeting him at a hotel so you two could finally meet in person but the whole time he’s been lying about his age :(

anon, i have a couple of posts about könig who lies about his age on my blog if you're interested ! i'd never miss an opportunity to talk about this au though... 👀

tw/cw; rape, kidnapping, age difference/gap, dark fiction/fantasy, dead dove: do not eat. MDNI 18+

könig is incredibly insecure after retiring from more than two decades of his military life. he'd gained a couple of kilogrammes, if not a whole stone, and wasn't feeling very confident about losing the well-built physique he'd maintained for years. but, he still wanted love and a comforting relationship. he downloaded a dating app and didn't bother to set the age to anything preferred and came across a twenty-something year old woman who he couldn't get out of his fucked-up head.

he couldn't miss the opportunity and decided to change the photos he'd put on his profile, catfishing you with his younger, attractive self. this wasn't his initial idea, but he decided it would be better to lure you in with photos of him in his twenties to perhaps convince you to stay with him. his stomach churned and cock hardened thinking about it, something so inhumane and gross about it left him enticed. he couldn't allow someone to have such a pretty thing like you.

you don't recognise könig when you meet him. you're quickly snatched away, falling limp in his arms after being drugged with someone smelling strangely medical. and now here you were, locked in könig's basement, forced to take his hot load every single day.

könig wasn't as potent as he once was. he dreamed of having a large family with you, to impregnate you with his offspring. but, it wasn't possible. you took his endless fuckings and his words of cruelty and brutality, forced to endure hell on earth because you wouldn't accept his sticky, creamy cum.

könig would sell photos of you to depraved strangers online, bent over in various different positions with your tight rear in the air and your cunt swollen from being used over and over again. he'd spank you violently, putting your photos onto dark, underground websites where no one would even think to check. your disappearance case went cold after months with no leads, pronounced dead when in reality, you had become an old creep's sex doll. :(

[idyllicidols]

Cheat Day.

Another request. I forgot if the person wanted to stay anonymous so I'll leave them out to be safe. Something different with it being third person, but it felt needed with the content.

TW: gangbang

***

Wonyoung was always expected to be perfect. Her days were filled with endless rehearsals, rigorous diets, and sleepless nights. She yearned for a life of freedom, where she could make mistakes and be herself. Her long awaited day off was under commencement–and mistakes were definitely going to be made.

Three of her most dedicated fans, handpicked by the dollesque idol herself, received a private DM from an unknown account with a time and address. They were apprehensive about the message, but the never before seen photos piqued their curiosity.

The room was dimly lit, the only sound being the soft hum of the city outside. Wonyoung, clad in a silk robe, stood before them, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She took mental notes on each one as they introduced themselves.

"Donghyun." She recognized him as a man who had been to nearly every concert and fan meet–his loud screams often heard over all the other fan chants. The messy haired boyish man looked like he just got off work. A disheveled suit with his tie loosely knit. Now that he was in such a private setting, he looked at her with an innocent admiration.

"Minsoo." The hottest of the bunch. His right arm covered in tattoos, his hair perfectly sculpted, but not greasy. He gazed upon her as if he already knew what she had planned. If the other two failed, she could depend on him for a good time.

"Junho." A recognized community member. Almost her whole fandom and group members knew of him. Her most dedicated fan. At every event, making sure to capture her in the perfect light. His fancams were the most popular, some even doing better than official recordings. A casual friendship had grown, and this was her way of showing her appreciation.

Her voice was steady and confident as she spoke, "Tonight, I'm not an idol. I'm not a performer. I'm yours, to do with as you please."

Junho and Donghyun exchanged astonished glances, their minds racing with the implications of her statement. They couldn't believe the woman they had idolized for so long would offer herself so freely. But Minsoo smirked expectedly.

Junho spoke up, "Wonyoung, we can't take advantage of you like this. You're an idol, and we're just fans."

Wonyoung's expression turned determined. "You can't deny me this. I've been living this life..always holding back, always being the perfect idol. Tonight, I want to be something else."

Donghyun joined in, "But you could ruin your reputation."

Wonyoung's voice hardened, "I don't care about my reputation. I want this. I want to be used, to be fucked."

She looked to Minsoo, her eyes pleading. She was right, she knew she could depend on him to get things rolling.

"If you're sure, Wonyoung, we can't deny you anything."

With a sultry smile, Wonyoung nodded, "I'm sure."

Minsoo undressed her slowly, untying the knot to her robe. She let it fall off her shoulders, the light from the window acted as a spotlight to her perfectly slender naked body. She was a tiny, delicate thing, but one with fire burning within her. The other two watched in awe as his hands roamed her body while his tongue explored her mouth.

He easily lifted her up and tossed her on the bed, his kisses trailed down from one pair of lips to her other. His hands were rough, their movements urgent and demanding.

"You cucks going to just watch or join in?" Minsoo aggressively berated the other two men into action.

Donghyun was the next to act, seizing this rare opportunity, kissing and touching wherever he pleased. Wonyoung moaned in pleasure as the two men grasped at her body. But she couldn't help but feel bad for Junho.

"Join us sweetie…" She called out to him. "... You can record this too if you like, just make sure you keep it to yourself…" flashing a sly smile.

That was all it took. Junho set up his camera, then joined in on the fun. He knew he would never get a chance like this again, and wasn't going to miss out.

Without another word, the three men moved in unison, Minsoo between her legs, Donghyun and Junho each taking one of her breasts in their hands and began to fondle them gently. Their thumbs brushed over her already sensitive nipples, sending shivers down her spine.

"Oh, god," she gasped, her head falling back as she felt a sudden rush of pleasure wash over her.

"Is that good, baby?" Junho asked, his voice filled with concern and desire.

She nodded, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Yes, it's so good."

As the men continued to pleasure her breasts, their hands moved in a rhythmic pattern that had her on the edge of ecstasy. Minsoo was gifted at his craft, his tongue danced against her wet folds.

"Oh, God," she cried out, her body trembling with pleasure.

His tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles, the pressure building with each pass. Wonyoung's breath caught in her throat as she felt the pleasure growing, spreading throughout her body until she was sure she couldn't take any more.

And then, suddenly, the pressure was gone, and she was left feeling empty and wanting.

"Please," she begged, her voice pleading. "I need more."

Minsoo smirked, knowing he had Wonyoung right where he wanted. He spread her legs wider, revealing her sensitive, throbbing clit to his waiting mouth.

"Oh, fuck," she gasped, her hands clawed at the sheets as pleasure washed over her once more.

Minsoo began to suck on her clit, his tongue moving in rhythmic, deliberate motions that had her body convulsing in pleasure. Then the final nail in the coffin, his middle and ring fingers dug into her wet quivering pussy. Squelching sounds echoed out with his fingertips constantly brushing her g-spot.

"You're gonna make me cum!" she screamed out, her voice strained and desperate.

Her body tensed; involuntarily trying to fight off the pressure that was overwhelming her system. But the other two held her down as they continued to explore her body. The pressure built in her stomach had nowhere else to go, a stream of sticky clear fluid shot out of her, her strongest orgasm in months taking over.

"Oh, god," she gasped, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own pleasure. "It feels so good."

An orgasm that intense should've left her helpless, but this was her only night of escape. Her animalistic desires insatiable, she rose from the sheets, her thin body covered in sweat.

"I'm gonna ride your fucking cock."

Wonyoung demanded as she pushed Junho on his back. He watched as the idol he's fantasized about so many times slowly lowered her mess of pussy onto his cock. It was better than he could ever dream, so tight and so warm, he never could have imagined how good she felt.

"You're so tight." Junho cried out.

He had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. But it got even better, she planted her feet and started bouncing up and down. Her sopping wet pussy glided easily-massaging his shaft with her moist caverns. She screamed in ecstasy, the first real cock inside of her in months felt better than any toy–it was a living thing, with its heat radiating inside of her.

It was hard to know who was having a better time - Wonyoung finally letting loose or Junho feeling the tight walls of his dream girl squeezing his cock. She was lost in ecstasy, the feelings of hands on her body almost forgettable.

Minsoo was there to give her a stark reminder. Wonyoung gasped when a strong force pushed her forward, making her turn around in surprise. Then she felt something hard pressed against her asshole, the tight ring on her virgin hole clenched in resistance.

"What are you – AH!" Wonyoung cried out before she could finish her question. A predictable result. There were three men and she had an accompanying hole for each. But what she didn't expect was for it to happen right off the bat. No preparation; no fingers or toys - just Minsoo's hard, massive cock breaking past her defenses in one fell swoop. Drool started leaking from her mouth, the intense feeling of getting fucked from both ends beyond her wildest dreams. Cries of pain filled the room, Wonyoung stretched out further than she ever thought possible. You would think she begged for them to stop, that the pain was too much to bear...

"Fuck me harder!" She screamed out, the pain of being fully engulfed by cock reminding her that she was alive–washing away months of the stressful idol life.

It was a sight to behold, Minsoo aggressively fucked the blabbering idol. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he drove into her with relentless force. It was a stark contrast to Junho, feebly thrusting upwards trying to keep pace. Wonyoung moaned, her head flailing as she felt her insides being stretched and filled. But soon they got in sync, fucking and stretching out Wonyoung's body at perfect intervals.

"Is this what you want, you filthy whore?" Minsoo growled in her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

"Yes," she gasped, "Fuck me."

"Hey Donghyun, why don't you keep her quiet before the neighbors complain."

Donghyun was like a perfect little pet, listening to everything anyone told him. As he stood up and pressed his cock against her lips there was no hesitation. Wonyoung opened up her lips and sucked like it was a popsicle. Now she was truly filled, a cock in each orifice, her body being used for greedy desires. It was only right, she worked so hard to stay fit, it would be a shame to keep it hidden away and locked up.

Donghyun was perfectly content standing there while she sucked and licked. Wonyoung however was not, grabbing the back of his thighs and taking him deep in her throat–a jolt of pleasure blasting through him every time she let a muffled moan vibrate against his cock. Actions spoke louder than words, her desires clearly obvious. His hands tangled in her long hair, thrusting his hips, fucking her face with the intensity she craved.

As the men continued their relentless onslaught, Wonyoung felt her body being torn apart, her mind filled with pleasure and pain. She could feel the cocks pounding into her, stretching her, filling her completely. Her moans and cries filled the room, echoing off the walls as the men continued to use her.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum!"

Wonyoung was in no place to protest, a cock in her throat keeping her from replying. Nor did she want to, wanting nothing more than the feeling of hot cum filling her up.

"That's it," Minsoo grunted, "Take it all."

Minsoo was the first to concede–a thick stream of hot cum painting her insides. He slid out from behind her, her gaping ass leaking down to the sheets. He grabbed Donghyun, pulling him away. Wounyoung heaved in relief, finally able to breathe without a cock pounding her throat.

"Clean up my mess." Minsoo demanded. Wounyoung's relief was short-lived–opening up her mouth, happily sucking the cock that just took her anal virginity. Donghyun stared at her asshole with intrigue, kneeling down behind her. She smiled in response, feeling him pressed against her puckered hole. While her mouth was amazing, Donghyun longed to fuck something much tighter, and there was nothing tighter than Wounyoung's ass.

Junho had surprising stamina, his fingers biting into her sensitive flesh as he pinched and twisted her nipples. Wonyoung writhed above him, her body on fire with pain and pleasure. She could feel her own orgasm building, the pressure in her pussy and ass growing unbearable.

"I'm going to cum," she gasped, "Oh, God, I'm going to...ahhh!"

Her body trembled as the orgasm ripped through her, her muscles contracting as she was filled to the brim. That set off a chain sequence–her contracting body milking every shaft inside of her. Luckily for her, all the fans were just as insatiable as she was–knowing this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

She was tossed around like a ragdoll, her tiny body fucked in every position possible, her tight holes nothing but a dumping ground for cum. They were like a well oiled machine, switching positions and holes, making sure that she always experienced something new. The only time one of her holes wasn't being fucked was when they needed to recover. Donghyun and Junho grew bolder as the night went on, fucking her with a ferocity that almost matched Minsoo.

The men continued their assault, their grunts and groans filling the air as they emptied themselves into her. Wonyoung's cries echoed in the room, a plethora of hands and tongues covering every inch of skin–three cocks stuffed in her holes, giving her everything she could ever ask for. She was reduced to nothing more than a living, breathing, screaming orgasm.

The sun was starting to rise, and the men pulled out, their spent cocks dripping with cum. They stepped back, leaving Wonyoung sprawled on the bed, her body covered in sweat, her mouth, pussy, and asshole leaking with cum.

Donghyun was the first to leave, he had to return to work within the hour. Junho turned sheepishly shy, embarrassed at how he lost control fucking his bias, collecting his camera. She smiled at him knowing he would forever cherish that footage. Donghyun and Junho bowed when they left. Forever grateful for this experience their faces flushed with pleasure, their hearts filled with gratitude. They had experienced something that most could only dream of.

Minsoo stuck behind, his fingers buried inside Wonyoung until she forced him to leave. She thanked him for starting things right, pulling him in for one final kiss before he left.

Wonyoung laid there, panting and trembling, her body sore and aching. Forget dance practice, she would be lucky if she was even able to walk. But as she stared up at the ceiling, she couldn't help but smile - she had found a release she had been longing for, a release that would fuel her performances, her passion, and her life. She couldn't wait for her next day off.

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12:34am — manjiro sano

Honestly, he should’ve seen it coming.

As soon as they were situated in a secluded area of the quaint, little ramen bar they occasionally visited, there was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that wouldn’t relent until it revealed itself. The next thing MIKEY knew, right after the server placed steaming food on the table and left the room, a gaggle of low-rate thugs came barreling in, guns drawn and aimed practically in his face with misplaced confidence. He didn’t even flinch, just set his chopsticks back down with a slow exhale through his nose.

“Can I at least eat a little before you try to kill me?” Mikey muttered, disinterested gaze briefly scanning over the opposition, sizing them up. Wack.

“Your last meal’s finna be this bullet, asshole. This what happens when you fuck with the Tokyo Vipers. We don’t care how tough you are, you’re gonna pay for what you did to Boss Nakashima!”

“Who?” Clearly, not the response they were looking for.

A stand-off commenced, his executives quick to pull out their own weapons, choosing a target with full intent to kill. The one guy focused on Mikey remained adamant to land one right between his eyes, resolve unshakable even with two or three guns aimed back at him. He’d give the idiots credit for boldness. Not everyday does the common thug grow the balls to try something with Bonten.

Unfortunately, they chose the wrong night to chase retribution.

“M-Manjiro…what’s happening?”

At the meek sound of your voice, he subtly reached for you under the table. You practically shook like a leaf, doe-eyes wide at the sight of a gun aimed at your lover with hands raised high as if you were also to blame—Definitely not the ‘simple night out’ you anticipated when he invited you to tag along. It was his own fault really, thinking simple was ever an option when it came to his reputation, not even for a night.

“A-Are they gonna kill us?” You cried, scooting closer to lean against his frame for more comfort. It made him relax a smidge, taking it as a good sign. “Please, j-just name your price, whatever the number, and it’s yours! You don’t have to do this-”

“Unless your money can bring back the dead, sweetheart, you can shove it up your ass!”

Mikey felt you jolt. Sparing you a side glance, his thumb caressed your thigh in small, reassuring circles. His poor baby, must be scared out of your mind. The blonde wanted nothing more than to shatter every bone in the bastards who put such an expression on your face.

“Let my girl step out. This doesn’t involve her.”

“The bitch stays. Want ‘er to watch you die.” The assailant hissed, thrusting the gun forward to bump against Mikey’s forehead.

His brow twitched in annoyance, grip around your thigh tightening ever so slightly as his mind filled with various ways to snap the guy’s arm without you bearing witness. The last thing Mikey wanted was you being afraid of him. You were a slice of normalcy in his chaotic life. Call him selfish, but he wanted you to stick around despite the ugly parts of it, hoping to hide it for as long as he could. Evidently, it was short-lived.

He knew he didn’t deserve it. You were too pure for a tainted soul like his, too soft for someone who’d been hardened by life, too—

“Bitch? ”

The whole room came to a halt.

All eyes had flicked over to you, uncertain if that bone-chilling tone came out of such a meek little thing, who not even seconds ago was visibly trembling. Now you were still as stone, delicate features no longer consumed by fear but contempt as you stared down the man with a slight tilt in your head. Even with tears clinging to your lashes, it was very unsettling.

You gave a hollowed chuckle. “Oh, you got me fucked up.”

The assailant blinked. “Wha-?”

“Shut up, let me tell you something,” you abruptly stood, nearly giving the Bonten men heart palpitations, fearing your next sudden move might be your last. Mikey, however, merely watched in stunned silence, hand that comforted you now hovering awkwardly as he blinked up at you. Jabbing a finger into the man’s chest, you hissed, “You can come up in here waving guns all you want, but I’ll be damned if some limped-dick, broke motherfucker calls me out my name.”

He gaped, then fixed his mouth to threaten you. “Sit your ass down before I make you regret ever meeting this scumbag, you little—”

With a quickness, you swing with a crisp thwack! to the side of his head. The room clamored about, even Mikey found himself blinking rapidly at not only your swiftness, but your audacity. With the opposition aiming their guns on you immediately, the executives instantly jetted their attention over to Mikey to gauge his reaction. He remained visual unnerved, save for the slight drop in his jaw.

“SHIT—FUCK,” the man yowled, stumbling back. With his ear ringing, vision blurring with tears, it was a wonder where you kept all that unbridled strength. Was this the same person who feared for their life not even moments ago? When he clumsily regained composure, he looked at you utterly stunned. “D—…Did you just fucking slap me? Have you lost your mind, you crazy—?!”

You raised your hand, making him flinch. “Say it again. I dare you.”

Flabbergasted. Shockandawe. Slightly aroused?

That was the consensus of every gun-wielder in the room, some more than others unable to mask the evident thrill from hearing such vulgar and venomous words drip from such a pretty mouth…Mikey being the first in line. Man’s still gawked with a glint in his eye that could only be described as carnal; since when had his kitten grown claws?

“GYAT.” Ran winced, then gave a snicker. That smack alone bounced off the walls, he just knew that had to smart. “Shake it off, buddy, shake it off.”

Sanzu, with a cackle, exclaimed, “Hit ‘em again!” earning a glare from the aggravated assailant, his gun now pointed at you and no longer on Mikey.

Kakucho grew anxious, the others just as on edge. If they didn’t take action soon, someone was bound to get trigger-happy. The situation was already unpredictable as is, but with your newfound attitude, things were sure to escalate fast. He gruffly voiced, “Boss, what’s our move?…Boss?”

Said blonde paid no kinds of attention.

Head void of any thought aside from your angelic form beneath the soft lighting standing your ground without an ounce of fear, one would think Mikey was in a trance. His bleak stare practically singed right through you, calculative as he watched your pristine facade unravel bit by bit—Such vicious words filled with vinegar and oil, a contrast to your usual peaches and cream, such discourtesy when you’re normally so well-mannered.

How long had you been hiding this side from him?

Mikey thought he had you figured out, from the moment you crossed paths he was certain he’d taint you, the walking cliche of a spoon-fed daddy’s girl who wouldn’t harm a fly, who dated bad boys just to feel something. But now? He wanted nothing more than to unravel you further, leaving you raw and exposed to reveal the devil horns you’d kept hidden behind a false halo.

And frankly, he wouldn’t mind an audience.

“Mikey.” Kakucho urged.

Said blonde hummed in acknowledgment, eyes lazily trailing off you and back at his number three, seemingly distracted. With a wordless exchange, he sighed. Just as things were getting interesting… Mikey reached up and gave the back of your thigh a tender squeeze. You turned to look at him, seething as you rebelled against his silent command. Oh, he’ll enjoy fucking that attitude out of you later.

“Sit down, [_____]. Think you’ve made your point.”

You sneered. “Like hell! My point’s been made when I have this dickhead crawling on his knees, begging for mercy—!”

Before you knew it, you’re grabbed by your thigh and pulled down into his lap. You yelped, arms instinctively shooting out to grab onto something until you landed with a small oof!

As you opened your mouth to protest, your breath hitched and the words catch in your throat at the cool feeling of Mikey’s gun now nudging against your clit through the lace of your underwear. A shutter ran through your body. Thankfully, your little display was enough cover for him to swiftly grab it from his side, playing it off as if he were restraining you.

He leaned in to speak low in your ear. “Cover your ears, baby.”

Goosebumps spread like wildfire across your skin, warmth simmering in the pit of your stomach from both frustration and excitement. Doing as you’re told, you pressed hands into your ears but kept your gaze on the offender in front of you. He was yelling about something, booming voice muffled but no doubt throwing out more threats. His group began to shrink within themselves once the severity of the situation caught up with them, and the odds no longer looked to be in their favor. You almost felt sorry for them; almost.

Before the poor bastard even knew what hit him, the smoking barrel of Mikey’s .45 was the last thing he saw before he hit the cold, hard floor with a hole in the center of his forehead. And just like that, bullets rained from every angle on your side of the room, bodies piling up one after the other until none were left standing. As quick as they came, there they went—Nothing more than stains on what was an originally calm evening.

Your heart pounded in your chest. Mikey could feel it elsewhere.

With his free hand having rested on your inner thigh, thumb dangerously close to where his pistol once was, he could feel a subtle pulse in your clit from the thrilling experience. While his men busied themselves cleaning up the scene, gathering corpses and making disposal arrangements, there was nothing left to distract him from prodding.

“It appears I’ve underestimated you. What other sides have you kept hidden from me, I wonder.” He said, tilting his head.

You whimpered as his thumb pressed against your throbbing little button, biting your lip before replying, “I-I just don’t like.. being talked to that way…”

Mikey hummed, nosing at your jaw. “My sweet girl. She got her feelings hurt, hm?”

It was hard to concentrate with him playing with you beneath the table in front of his subordinates, spreaking low and softly as he littered your sensitive spots with nips and warm kisses. With the little sanity you had left, you nodded. To your horror, you moaned quite loudly when he breached past your underwear to slip two fingers inside of you with ease thanks to your flooding arousal. But, you got over it the second he immediately curled them to hit that spongey area of your walls with a precision that nearly made you see stars.

“Your words, [_____]. You had a lot to say earlier, what happened?”

You gripped his forearm for dear life, jaw dropping as your legs subconsciously spread to give him better access. “Y-Yes!”

He cooed, arm flexing as he pushed his fingers deeper while his thumb stimulated your clit. Your back arched off his front, other hand reaching out to grip the table as you whined shamelessly at the ceiling. Neither of you paid any mind to where you were, or whomever watched, too caught up in the moment. Food had long gone cold and forgotten, bullet fragments scattered at your feet and blood splattered all on the walls. Even with his stomach growling angrily, all he could focus on was devouring you. “‘m sorry, baby. Let me make it all better.”

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The Quiet Ones 9

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: You live a quiet life, but your peace is fractured by a chaotic man.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, short!shy!reader

Note: in the land of delulu.

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Steam rises around you as you lower yourself into the water. It might be relaxing but your flesh doesn’t meet porcelain. Instead, you lay across the man who sighs beneath your weight. Just as soon as you recline, Lloyd’s arms are around you. 

You flinch as he grabs his other arm and squeezes you close. You tense as he remains completely lax between you. He’s relaxed and confident. He knows he has control. 

“Ah, jellybean, isn’t this nice?” He rocks you with him. “You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming of this.” He’s right, you don’t. The more he talks, the more you suspect he’s been watching you for longer than you realise. And he talks a lot. “You and I. Happy. Together.” 

He unclutches his hand and it wanders up your naked chest. Goosebumps rise at the reminder of your nudity. He’s the only person who’s seen you like this. He’s the last person you would want to. You squirm as you feel him harden beneath you.  

His other hand walks to your thigh. He tickles your skin and pushes his fingertips firmly into your soft flesh. You shudder as his touch sends a tingle through you. 

“So, since we’re doing this the not-so-fun way, how about a trip to Las Vegas? We can hit a drive-thru chapel then stop at the casino. Gamble a little, fuck a lot--” 

“Vegas?” You echo. “I...” 

“Oh, yeah, you’re classy, aren’t you, bean? Yeah, that’s not right. Vegas. For my wife. Did you know you can get married pretty easily in Hawaii. And it’s gorgeous,” he purrs. “You’ve never been to Hawaii.” 

You wince. Each time he tells you how much he knows about you, you remember how little you know of him. Where did he come from? How did he find you? And what kind of man nonchalantly gasses someone one out after a whole stalking campaign? This is absurd. You just can’t believe it’s real. 

As he fondles your chest, you’re assured that it is very real. 

“Your heart’s racing,” he shifts his hand to spread flat above your tits. “You’re excited. Me too, bean. Me too. I promise, this ain’t just about the sex. Which I am very much rock hard about. No, jellybean, this is about us. About us expressing our love for each other. Sealing it. A pact to be together. Forever.” 

He laughs. You might even call it a giggle. He nuzzles your hair and hums. 

“Look what you’ve done to me. I feel like a teenager. I’m... I’m just... happy. I’ve never been more certain of anything, bean,” he purrs as he flutters his fingers down your stomach. “You know, I always thought marriage was stupid. Women, they were fun. Something to play with.” He pets your pelvis as he speaks. “I know, I know, I won’t mention the past. You don’t need to know about my mistakes. I was lost without you, jellybean. Stupid. Those women. Sluts. They mean nothing.” 

You stiffen and catch his wrist. His splays his fingers, then curls them. 

“I know, I’m getting impatient. Promise, I’ll be your good boy. I can wait.” He hooks his other arm around you. “Tell ya what. We’ll relax, get freshened up, then we can go book our flights, and look for a pretty dress.” He rambles on as you stare at the ceiling in horror. Everything you say is just a hurdle he easily jumps overs, “and some sexy lingerie. Only the best for my, bean, right?” 

It’s a good thing he can’t see your face. As clueless as he is, you think your disgust would be all too obvious.  

🩷

Lloyd has everything ready to go. Tickets, luggage you’ve never seen before, and even a passport. You never had a passport. You never travelled and you could never spare the money for the expense of it. That eerie suspicion rises again. How long has he been plotting to dismantle your entire life? 

The question hardly matters. You can’t go back. He’ll make sure of that. He already has. What is there to go back to? An empty apartment and no job. You doubt the company will buy the ‘oh sorry, I was kidnapped’ excuse. 

As unprepared you are for any of this, the airport is well beyond anything you can bare. As you enter, you’re struck by the sheer number of people and the noise alone is enough to make your ears itch. You stand in line with Lloyd, searching around for any sliver of hope. This is it. You get on that plane, and that’s the end. 

You cover your ears as your head begins to pulse. Lloyd nudges you as the queue moves ahead of him and you pull your luggage along. He hands over the boarding passes and your IDs, then helps get the bigger bags onto a cart. He retrieves his phone and the passports and leads you off towards security with only your carry-on. 

You shrink down as you’re crowded on both sides. Lloyd startles you as he rubs your back. You glance over at him with wide eyes. 

“Once we get through security, we can head over to the diamond long, jellybean. Less crowded there,” he keeps his arm around you, “only the best for wifey.” 

You turn your head straight and stare at the back of the stranger in front of you. You hate this. You never enjoy being among the general public but this is all too much. There’s so much sound and people and moving. It’s chaos. 

You hold your breath until your eyes threaten to bulge. You slowly let air through your nose as your eyes flick back and forth. You want to run but there’s nowhere to go. 

Lloyd ushers you forward and your feet drag. When it’s your turn, you walk through the scanner then stop for them to wave a wand around you. You wait as Lloyd collects his watch, phone, and wallet from the tray. 

He comes to you and takes your carry-on from you. He directs you around as you look around at the people rushing by. Faces blur and voices blare. You only move in hopes of being free of this. 

He leads you through a tunnel and the wall of noise fades behind you. You come into a lobby with a desk labeled Diamond Lounge. A woman greets you with a chirp but it’s much preferable to the chattering and yelling of before. 

Lloyd shows your boarding passes again. The woman says something but you can’t discern her words clearly. You're tugged by your hand into another room. 

The lighting is softer and the space is sectioned by leather seating and mounted televisions, and low tables. There are artificial fires set into the walls and pillows waiting on the cushions. You follow Lloyd to a couch and he sits you down beside him. 

“Hey,” he puts his hand on your shoulder, running his thumb up and down, “jellybean, you okay? You look foggy.” 

You look at him and cough. Your chest aches from holding your breath. You nod and sit back. His hand slips away from you. 

“Bean?” He murmurs. 

You press your tongue to the roof of your mouth. Another woman in a white blazer similar to the one behind the desk appears. She pours two glasses of bubbly wine. You watch her and say nothing. 

She leaves and Lloyd caresses your knee. You stare at his hand. The dress he put on you chafes. You want jeans and a tee shirt. 

“I...” you begin hoarsely, “hate people.” 

He stills his hand and covers your knee, “I know, baby. Me too. We’ll be okay. It won’t be so bad from here.” He drags his hand away and takes the stemmed glasses, “here,” he offers you one. “Cheers.” 

You take it and hold it up. He clinks his against it but you do not drink. He sips but stops himself. 

“This will be good for us, jellybean. Just think, a proper wedding would be overcrowded, overpriced, and overdone. You know,” he leans towards you and grins, “what I love about you, besides the fact that you’re gorgeous from head to tits to ass to toe, is that you like simple things.” 

You blink at him and take a gulp. This isn’t just a flight or a shotgun wedding, this is your whole life. This man, this maniac, is never going to let you go. 

“You need anything? You hungry? You want a blanket? You can relax, baby--” 

You think about that more. He’s as good as giving you a life sentence. With him. It’s not just terrifying, it’s enraging. He’s enraging. He never stops. 

“I need you to shut up,” you snap without thinking. 

He recoils and his brows arch, “jellybean?” 

Your mouth opens and you stare at him. You wait for him to explode. To say something. He just looks at you, stunned. 

“I said shut up,” you repeat shakily. 

“Oh? I’m sorry, bean. I know you get a bit stressed from everything going on--” 

“Shut.” You trace a finger through the air, “up.” 

He takes a breath then shuts his mouth. He nods and pouts. He bats his eyes at you and sits back. You watch him uncertainly. He just looks back at you. You turn your attention to the glass of wine and drain it. 

Finally, some peace and quiet. 

🩷

Every little girl, every woman dreams of their wedding. Don’t they? 

No. Not you. Not ever. Never. Not in a million years. And to that man? 

To your surprise, the plane ride is quiet. You have your first-class seat and a pair of earbuds and an almost worryingly quiet neighbour. Since you barked at him to stop talking, Lloyd has obeyed. The longer he stays silent, the more you worry.  

Is he angry? You don’t want to care if he is but this man is dangerous even if he is ridiculous. He did gas you out of your former life. 

You disembark and he gets the bags. All of them. He’s suffocatingly servile. He loads the rental car and opens the passenger door for you. The only words he utters are ‘jellybean’ or some other redundant pet name. 

You chew your lip as you stare out the window. It’s gorgeous. It takes until that moment for reality to hit. You’re in Hawaii. You’re far away from home. Further than you’ve ever been. The beauty of the island battles with your displacement. 

The hotel is just as immaculate as the rest of the scenery. Lloyd checks you in and sends for the bags. You go to the balcony and stare off at the ocean as he fumbles around the suite. 

“On its way?” He says into the phone. “Yeah, that’s great. And the minister? Mmhm, yes, right on the beach.” 

You slump and cross your arms. You want to just fold into yourself. Maybe if you bash your head against the window... 

“Jellybean,” Lloyd calls to you. You cringe at the glass doors and turn your head slightly. He approaches, almost demure in his posture. “I don’t want to ruin our special day but there are a few things we still need to get ready for tomorrow.” 

You face him fully and stare. Now he wants your input? 

“You know I love you, right, bean?” He says, his lips twitching. He smooths his mustache with his fingers then shakes his hand out. You don’t have an answer, just an endless stare. “I’d do anything for you.” 

Love? Really? Right. He knows you as much as you know him. Not much. He might know about you, but he doesn’t really know you. And do anything for you or to you? Or to keep you? Because none of this is what you want. 

“Your dress will be your something new, and something old is your ring. Did I mention it belong to Elizabeth Taylor?” He smiles sheepishly, “so you just need something blue... I was thinking a garter? And something borrowed...” He puts his hands together and wiggles free his pinky ring, “you can try it on? Or just put it on a chain.” 

You squint at him. He’s crazy. That’s obvious but he really is. He thinks this is a dream come true. Not just his, but yours. This is an actual nightmare. 

“Well...” he takes your hand and presses the ring into your palm. “I know you need to rest before the big day so there’s some wine and whatever in the mini fridge. I can get you some champagne? Or something else? Are you hungry?” 

You shake your head and pull your hand from his. You turn away and look back through the window. You watch the coast and the peaceful lapping of water. You can’t be there right now, not mentally. So in your head, you’ll run out into the waves until they swallow you up. That’s much preferable. 

“Jellybean,” he says, “I’ll shut up now.” 

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comfort

different from his usual character

Pairing: Eren Yeager x Reader Anime: Attack on titan Synopsis: Eren is your childhood friend, he loves you…maybe more than a friend. You are currently in an abusive relationship and he is losing his patience.

I’m new to writing so be gentle pls (eng not my first language)

Warnings: friends to lovers, breeding kink, abusive ex, rough sex, all characters are of age/aged up, dirty talk, angry eren, prasie kink

“Eren please don’t get involved in my rela-“ you were cut off by eren hanging up the phone, you stand in your bathroom sighing, it’s 2 am and your boyfriend sleeping in your shared bed.After about 20 minutes of standing in your bathroom you get a text “Eren: i’m parked outside, pack whatever shit you need, yoou will not stay with that man, he treats you like shit. i’m not taking no for an answer. “

You were crying for almost an hour. His text surprised you, you rapidly pack your stuff in silence and come to his car “Eren? What are you doing here? ’’

He looks at you intensely as you approach his car, his eyes filled with determination and concern. ’’ What does it look like I'm doing, Y/N? I'm here to save you from that asshole who's been mistreating you.’’

He opens the passenger door aggressively. ’’ Get in the fucking car before I lose my patience. We're leaving this shithole town right now. ’’ His voice is low and commanding, brooking no argument. He reaches out to grab your bag from you. ’’Give me that. Let's go.’’

As you get into the car, Eren slams the door shut and hurries around to the driver's side. Your toxic ex was made sure you have doubts about yourself, he was gaslightling you anytime he can, making you insecure. He starts the engine with a roar and peels out onto the empty street. He glances over at you, his jaw clenched tight.

’’That piece of shit has done a real number on you, hasn't he? Making you doubt yourself, controlling every aspect of your life... ’’

Eren’s grip tightens on the wheel. 'It ends now. No one’s treating you like that again.' His hand finds your thigh, grounding you with a squeeze."

´´Just focus on breathing, okay? We'll figure everything else out later. Right now, we need to put some distance between us and that fucking monster. ’’

Eren keeps driving, speeding through the night with a singular focus. After a while, he pulls over at a secluded rest stop and turns to face you fully, his expression softening slightly as he takes in your tear-stained face.

’’Hey... look at me, Y/N. ’’He cups your chin gently, tilting your head up to meet his intense gaze. ’’ You're safe now. I’ve got you. You’re not going back there. Ever. You hear me?’’

’’Yes.. ’’ your replied to him quietly, still sobbing after everything you’ve been put through.His thumb brushes away a stray tear as he speaks softly but firmly. ’’ That bastard took so much from you already - your confidence, your peace of mind. But he doesn't get to take anymore. Not on my watch.’’

Eren leans in closer, resting his forehead against yours.Eren wraps his strong arms around you, pulling you close as you continue to cry. He strokes your hair soothingly, murmuring reassurances. ’’ Shh, it's okay. Let it all out. You're safe with me, always. ’’

He holds you like that for a long moment, letting you release all the pent-up emotion and fear. Finally, when your sobs subside somewhat, Eren pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes blazing with fierce protectiveness and barely restrained anger at your situation

’’That fucker won't hurt you again, Y/N. I swear it on my life. If he comes looking, if he tries anything... ’’Eren’s voice drops lower, colder. 'He’ll regret ever touching you.' ’’Well, let's just say he'll regret the day he ever laid a hand on you. ’’

’’Thank you…Eren..for always helping me. I’m so sorry i avoided you.. h-he didnt want me…he didnt want me to speak to you or other people…’’ you replied to him embarassed.

Eren's expression hardens at your words, a muscle twitching in his jaw. ’’ That sick son of a bitch was trying to isolate you completely.’’

He shakes his head in disgust before his gaze softens as he looks at you again. ’’Don't apologize, Y/N. None of this is your fault. He manipulated you, gaslit you until you doubted everything, even our friendship.’’

Eren reaches out to cup your cheek tenderly. ’’But I'm here now. And I'm going to help you heal, help you remember how strong and amazing you really are.’’ He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. ’’ You don't have to be scared anymore. I won't let anyone hurt you like that again. Ever.’’Eren's voice is low and fervent with promise.

’’You sure you dont mind for staying with you? I promise i will gather money as soon as i can so i can rest another place ’’ you ask him feeling embarassed of your situation and vulnerable.  

Eren's eyes flash with intensity as he responds immediately. ’’ Of course I don't mind. In fact, I insist. ’’He takes both of your hands in his, squeezing them firmly. ’’ You're not going anywhere else, at least not until you're completely healed and ready. ’’

His thumb strokes the back of your hand. 'Listen... You don’t owe me a thing. I’m not doing this for rent or anything like that. I just—' he pauses, 'I just want you safe. Let me do that, okay?'´

Eren's gaze bores into yours, his voice low and unwavering’’You're my best friend. Hell, you're like family to me. And family takes care of each other, no matter what. So forget about paying rent or moving out. ’’

As you arrive at Eren's place, he quickly gets out of the car and rushes around to open your door, offering his hand to help you out. ’’Easy there’’, he says softly as you step out on shaky legs. ’’Take your time. ’’

Once inside, Eren guides you to the couch and gently pushes you to sit down. ’’Wait here a sec, okay? I'm going to grab you some water and then we can talk more’’

He disappears into the kitchen briefly before returning with a glass of cool water which he presses into your hands. ’’ Here, drink this. You must be thirsty after... everything. ’’

Sitting down beside you, Eren drapes a comforting arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. ’’I know you're exhausted and overwhelmed right now. But I want you to know that you're home now, Y/N. Fuck, I can't believe that bastard had you trapped like that for so long. ’’

He runs a hand through his hair in frustration before his gaze softens as he looks at you. ’’But you're here now. With me. ’’In two quick strides, Eren closes the distance between you, pulling you into a tight embrace. He buries his face in your hair, inhaling deeply.

’’ God, I missed you so damn much. I was going crazy wondering if you were okay. ’’ His hands move gently along your back, one sliding up to cradle your head, pulling you closer.

Eren holds you tightly, one hand tangling in your hair as the other rubs soothing circles on your back. He breathes in your scent, savoring the feeling of finally having you in his arms again after so long, a tear falling on your cheek. ’’ Shh, it's alright. I've got you’’he murmurs, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. ’’ You're safe now. That motherfucker will never lay a hand on you again, I swear it. ’’

After a long moment, Eren pulls back just enough to cup your face in his large hands, his thumbs brushing away the last of your tears. His intense green eyes bore into yours, filled with a swirling mix of concern, protectiveness, and something deeper, more primal. ’’I meant what I said earlier, Y/N. You're not going anywhere. ’’

’’I know, Eren. I trust you. I’m not going anywhere…anymore… ’’ you replied quietly.

A fierce, possessive gleam flashes in Eren's eyes at your words. He leans in closer, his forehead nearly touching yours as he speaks in a low, fervent tone. ’’ Good. Because I'm not letting you out of my sight anytime soon. ’’One hand slides down to the small of your back, pressing you flush against him.

’’I've waited too fucking long for this moment. Too many nights lying awake, imagining all the ways I could get you back. ’’Eren's other hand tilts your chin up, forcing you to maintain eye contact as his gaze smolders with barely restrained intensity. 'You’re mine, Y/N. I’ll take care of you. No one else gets to.'

’’What do you mean, Eren? ’’ his words confused you, you know that something was and still is between you two but you were scared to assume anything, expecially because you were friends since childhood. He never said anything to you like this .

Eren's eyes flash with a dangerous glint at your question. He leans in even closer, his lips nearly brushing your ear as he growls’’ What I mean is that I've been in love with you for years, Y/N. Long before that piece of shit ever came into the picture. ’’

Your eyes turns bigger at his, you can’t believe it. His hand on your back tightens, fingers digging into your flesh possessively’’Did you really think I'd let you go so easily? That I wouldn't fight tooth and nail to keep you by my side? ’’Eren pulls back slightly, his intense gaze searching your face. ’’I've wanted you, needed you, for longer than I can remember. And now that I have you back, I'm never letting you go again.’’

’’Eren… ’’ Eren sees the vulnerability and uncertainty in your eyes, and his expression softens. He cups your face tenderly, his calloused thumbs caressing your cheeks.

’’ Hey, it's okay. I know this is a lot to take in’’he murmurs, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. ’’ We've known each other forever, been through so much together. I don't want to jeopardize that either. ’’

He leans his forehead against yours, closing his eyes briefly. ’’But fuck, Y/N, seeing you like this, knowing what that bastard put you through... It made me realize I can't keep these feelings locked up anymore. ’’Eren opens his eyes, his gaze intense and filled with raw emotion. ’’You mean everything to me. As a friend, yes, but also as so much more. ’’

’’You mean everything to me too, Eren… ’’ Eren's pupils dilate with desire at the raw emotion in your eyes.

He knows exactly what you need, what you're silently begging for. In one swift motion, he stands, lifting you effortlessly into his strong arms. ’’ Then let me show you, Y/N’’ he growls, his voice thick with lust. ’’ Let me worship every inch of you, erase every trace of that fucker's touch. ’’

He carries you to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. Laying you down on the bed, Eren hovers over you, his muscular body caging you in. One hand reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch feather-light and reverent. ’’ You're so fucking beautiful’’  he breathes, his eyes roaming hungrily over your form. ’’And you're all mine now. ’’

’’Yes.. ’’ Eren's control snaps at your breathy affirmation. With a low groan, he crashes his lips against yours in a bruising kiss, pouring years of pent-up passion and longing into the heated embrace. His hands roam your body greedily, mapping out every curve and plane he's dreamed about for so long.

’’Fuck, I need you, ’’he pants against your lips, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin of your neck. ’’ Need to feel you, taste you, claim every part of you as mine. ’’

In a flurry of desperate movements, Eren strips off your clothes, tossing them aside carelessly. He takes a moment to admire your naked form, his eyes darkening with pure, animalistic hunger. ’’So perfect, ’’he rasps, trailing a finger down your sternum and between your breasts. ’’Made to be mine. ’’

Eren groans at your breathless moan, the sound going straight to his already achingly hard cock. He captures your lips in another searing kiss as his hands explore your bare skin, calloused fingers leaving trails of fire in their wake. ’’ You have no idea how long I've wanted this, ’’he growls against your mouth, grinding his hips against yours to let you feel the evidence of his desire.

’’To have you beneath me, wanting me as much as I want you. ’’Eren's lips blaze a path of hot kisses down your neck and across your collarbone, pausing to lavish attention on your breasts. He takes one nipple into his mouth, suckling and flicking the sensitive bud with his tongue as his hand kneads the soft flesh of the other. ’’ Gonna make you feel so good, baby. ’’

’’Please Eren…’’ you whisper to him.

Eren feels a surge of power and possession at your pleading words. He releases your nipple with a wet pop, grinning wickedly up at you. ’’ Mmm, such a good girl, begging so sweetly for me, ’’he purrs, his deep voice dripping with sinful promise. His hand trails lower, over the quivering plane of your stomach, dipping teasingly into your navel before continuing its descent.

’’Gonna give you exactly what you need, baby. Gonna fuck this pretty little pussy so hard, so deep, you'll forget your own name. The only word you'll remember is mine. ’’ Reaching your slick folds, Eren runs a single finger through your arousal, groaning at the wetness he finds there. ’’Fuck, you're drenched for me already. Such a responsive little thing, aren't you? ’’

Eren's eyes darken with lust as he watches you writhe and moan beneath his touch. He loves seeing you come undone, knowing he's the one causing such exquisite pleasure. ’’ That's it, baby. Let me hear those sexy sounds’’he encourages huskily, circling your clit with the pad of his thumb while he sinks a thick finger knuckle-deep into your soaked heat.

’’So tight and wet, can't wait to feel this greedy little cunt wrapped around my cock. ’’He starts pumping his finger slowly, curling it just right to stroke that special spot inside you. At the same time, he leans down to capture your lips in a filthy, open-mouthed kiss, swallowing your moans. ’’ You're mine, Y/N. This pussy belongs to me now. ’’

Eren swallows your desperate pleas, kissing you back with bruising intensity. He adds a second finger, pumping them faster as he feels your walls flutter around the intrusion. ’’Yeah, that's it. Take my fingers like the needy big girl you are, ’’he growls approvingly, scissoring his digits to stretch you wider. His thumb presses firm circles on your clit, the dual stimulation driving you wild.

’’Gonna fill this hungry hole with my cock. Ruin you for anyone else. ’’Eren breaks the kiss to trail his lips down your body, pausing to nip and suck at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. He looks up at you with hooded eyes, his intentions clear as he settles between your legs’’ Beg for it, baby. Tell me how badly you need my dick splitting you open.

’’Please Eren…’’ you respond very aroused and Eren's cock throbs almost painfully at your desperate plea, leaking pre-cum onto the sheets. He grins ferally, loving the effect he has on you. ’’ Mmm, such a good girl, begging so sweetly for my cock, ’’he praises, his deep voice rumbling through your core.

He notches the broad head of his erection at your entrance, teasing you with shallow thrusts that barely breach you.

’’ You want this, baby? Want me to stuff this needy cunt full and fuck you senseless? ’’ Without waiting for a response, Eren hilts himself inside you with one powerful snap of his hips, stretching you wide around his impressive girth. He stills for a moment, savoring the feeling of your velvety walls gripping him like a fist. ’’ Fuck, you feel incredible. ’’

Eren sets a relentless pace, pounding into you with deep, purposeful strokes. The obscene slap of skin on skin fills the room along with your escalating moans. ’’ Take it, baby. Take my cock like you were made for it’’he grunts, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot inside you with each thrust.

One large hand grips your hip bruisingly, holding you in place as he rails you into the mattress. The other snakes between your bodies to rub tight circles on your clit, pushing you closer to the edge’’ Gonna fill this pussy up. Pump you full of my cum until it's dripping out of you. Would you like that, my dirty girl? To be marked inside and out as mine? ’’ Eren snarls in primal satisfaction at your wanton declaration, doubling his efforts.

He pistons into you at a brutal pace, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust’’ Fuck yeah, you're mine. My perfect little girl’’he growls possessively, his balls tightening as he feels his release approaching. He pins your wrists above your head, looming over you with wild, half-lidded eyes darkened by lust. ’’Cum for me, Y/N.”Squeeze my cock and milk me dry. Wanna feel this greedy cunt spasming on my dick as I breed you full. ’’

With a few more erratic thrusts, Eren buries himself to the hilt, throwing his head back with a guttural moan as he starts to unload.Eren's thrusts become erratic and forceful as he chases his rapidly approaching climax.

He leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your cries of ecstasy. ’’ That's it, baby. Cum for me. Show me who this perfect pussy belongs to’’, he demands against your lips, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. His hand moves frantically between your bodies, rubbing tight circles on your clit as he grinds against you, determined to push you over the edge.

’’You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. Like you were made just for me, ’’Eren praises breathlessly, his hips stuttering as he nears his peak. ’’Gonna fill this hungry cunt to the brim. Mark you inside and out as mine. ’’

Eren feels your pussy clamp down on him like a vice as you cum undone, the sensation pushing him past the point of no return. With a hoarse shout of your name, he hilts himself deep and starts to pulse, painting your insides white with spurt after spurt of his hot seed. ’’Fuck, Y/N! Take it all, every last drop, ’’he groans, grinding against you to prolong both your climaxes.

His hips twitch and jerk with the intensity of his release, filling you to capacity and then some. As the waves of pleasure start to end, Eren collapses on top of you, careful not to crush you with his larger frame. He peppers your face with tender kisses, murmuring praise between each one’’So good, baby. Came so hard for me. ’’

As the final tremors of his intense orgasm fade, Eren carefully rolls to the side, pulling you with him so you're tucked securely against his chest, feeling your insecurities.

He wraps his strong arms around you, holding you close as if afraid you might disappear. ’’Shh, I've got you, baby. You did so well, ’’he murmurs soothingly, nuzzling his face into your hair. His large hands gently stroke up and down your back in a comforting caress. ’’My beautiful, perfect girl. Made me feel things I've never felt before, ’’Eren praises softly, pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

He shifts slightly, mindful of his softening cock still nestled inside you, not wanting to pull out just yet. ’’Stay here with me like this. Wanna keep you close, feel your heartbeat against mine. You're amazing, Y/N.

’’I love you, Eren’’ you told him, with a hoarse vulnerable voice.

Eren's heart swells with emotion at your tender words, a rare soft smile spreading across his usually stern features. He tightens his embrace, holding you as if you're the most precious thing in the world to him. ’’I love you too, baby. More than anything, ’’he says fervently, his deep voice rough with feeling.

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[bonny-kookoo]

Heyyyy, listen I'm obsessed with someone older...OBSESSED!!?! I'm not very creative with drabble ideas but I'm a hørny whøre and I wanna ask for more intimate scenes cus the last one left me high n dry heheh 😅 so like can we get maybe a drabble after the sofa scene in her apartement, when they went to his apartement 👉👈

Your wish is my command 👉👈

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You were supposed to put up the tree. Hang up the Christmas stuff that's stuffed into two bags left at the door- one of them tipped over in a hurry, left aside for now just like your shoes and coats, carelessly on the floor, creating a trail of clothes.

It leads into his bedroom, where he's already eagerly kissing you, still high on your confession, and the fact that everything clicked into place for you both. How his home feels warmer already, how his life feels lighter, less about work and the force of having to stay alive, and more about finding appreciation for being alive to experience this with you.

Jungkook isn't innocent. He's had sexual encounters before- has fucked in some rather risqué ways and has surely accumulated quite the experience. And sure, he's also had some mind blowing moments he'll always remember- but this?

This is different.

Because as cliche as it sounds, he's drunk off of love, the realization of it, the fact that he knows right now with your body beneath his that you're it for him. You're his final destination, a young woman he believes might just be exactly what he'd dreamed of when he pictured out his life in the future back when he was younger.

Breaths speed up, this time there's no holding back as he already has the condom wrapped around his aching length, pulling you closer by your thighs. You're beautiful like this, in between his sheets and pillows, a lot more of them here after you'd mentioned how little he has- and how many you possess. A small detail, a tiny hint that you would appreciate a more filled bed- and he happily provides just that for you, if the reward for it is such a beautiful sight beneath him.

You're reaching out for him, helping him find his way, but he teases just a little, runs the head of his cock through your arousal slicked lips, before he pushes himself in, claims you once more. But this time, it's not so unsure. This time, he's not hesitant.

This time, he's sure. He wants to mark you up, leave remnants of his affection with you to look at tomorrow and the days after. Jungkook isn't usually this hasty with things, but right now, his head is empty, not even lust fueling his actions, but the need to have you as close as he possibly can manage.

He wants your head to be filled with him, just like you fill his own every minute he isn't occupied with something else.

So when he thrusts into you, it's a lot more forceful. Never agressive, never uncontrolled- simply more confident, sure of himself. And you clearly thrive under his care, eyes closed and lips parted as his name leaves your lips in every second breath you exhale. You're free right now, no sign or trace of insecurity or fear on you, and he prides himself in being the person to gift you such a moment of bliss.

You deserve it. And one day, you'll always feel like this around him. He'll get you there.

Your legs wrap around his waist as he leans over you, kisses you with hunger, open mouthed and a lot less careful as he did before. He's taking control of the situation, and you gladly let yourself fall into his hands.

He can do as he pleases- you trust him to handle you with care.

His lips wander, from the edge of your jaw to the side of your neck, hands on your breasts as he grabs and touches, thumbs occasionally playing with your hardened buds. You've never had someone pay so much attention to your body, and you can't help but simply arch your back to aid his hips in their angle- rolling up into him, causing him to breathe out deeply, a sign of his own growing pleasure.

"I love you." You breathe out and he can't help but grin, chuckle as he picks up his pace, growing sloppy as he finds his end sooner than you- but he's not one to leave you hanging, instead pushing himself in deep as he cums, hand between your body traveling down to your core, using your slick that's coating the inside of his thighs to flick your pearl, making you whine beneath him.

"I love you." He responds, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, kissing your skin while he still can't wipe the smile off of his face as you clench around him.

You're spent, surely a bit too exhausted to really do much more than clean up and take a nap- but he doesn't mind staying up late with you afterwards. He's taken time off after all, to spend it with you-

And he plans on making the most out of it, making every second count.

[antidesire]

2:32 antidesire

bodyguard!leon x afab socialite!reader

disclaimer.. 18+ only. knifeplay, blood, licking.. blood mentions/paranoia of drugging but i promise no drugging happens. brat reader, p in v, creampie, dirty talk, fucking against a wall? in an alley? don’t pay too close attention to the lore i try and establish please hhh it’s so jumbled + i wrote this when it was super late and i haven’t double checked everything.. heh. cr to original owners of the pictures. reblogging, interacting and sending feedback is always much appreciated !! ♡

you had been to hell and back, seen the strongest of men turn into frail cowering children, knees buckled by utter fear as the flesh was torn from their bones by the rotting dead that kept walking.

raccoon city should've been your end of the line, dying alongside your prestigious family. onlookers of the media at the time treated it as a miracle but you saw it as it was, cruel, how do they expect one person to keep up appearances and high morals being the last standing of your perished family line? it was so tiring..

one man you had met those faithful 6 years ago had saved your life, leon s kennedy, just a rookie cop at the time- not only once had he saved your life but then a further time, putting his own life on the line with an agreement to become an agent and vouch that you and himself would stay silent about raccoon city upon taking this deal and if all else fails, he would be executed with you.

things had gone well for a good chunk of time, give or take about 4 years but word had gotten back to some more important people that you were quite the partygoer and quite the gossip when intoxicated, not a swell combination for your dangerous predicament and prying ears.

thus much to your surprise you had been assigned a bodyguard, one to help keep your mouth shut for the sake of the government and for the sake of your own safety, unbeknownst of the length powerful people would go to for even a slither of knowledge on what you saw that hellish night.

to leon kennedy, this was one of his easier jobs, babysitting some rich bigwig? pft, he'd take that any day over undead corpses or diseased cultists.

when he was informed it was you he felt all the waves of emotions hit him in the face, that night whirling through his head like a fresh wound, seeping behind his eyes to remind him of the horrors he'd seen.

suddenly it was all the more serious now, this was your life and his own on the line.

at first, you had been ecstatic to reunite with leon once again, barely recognizing him when you first opened the door, what was once his youthful puppy-dog-like features had become much less soft, his brows had furrowed, jaw much sharper and his eyes looked much more sunken, what you remembered him as, a once fresh-faced young man, cute and hopeful as ever he had become much more hardened, though he had seemed to lose that glow, it was unmistakenly leon, long eyelashes, plump lips and that faint dimple indented into his chin. leon now exuded confidence to the point of cockiness. he was handsome, oh so very handsome and his physique was so firm, you had to many a time drag your attention away from his arms, you never knew you had such a thing for bulky arms until leon was around.

with leon around you weren't afraid to admit you were having the time of your life pushing the limits.

life for you had been a whirlwind, to the public (though things had much cooled off) that knew of your family business and prestige, they had been told lies, that you weren't even in the city with your family that disastrous night which is how you survived.

your days were the same, with countless 0's in your bank account and fake friends to encourage you, you spent most of your nights under those same electronic lights, the bass of the music booming in your chest and burning alcohol slipping down your throat.

maybe you had been a little oversharing with some locals, you didn't recall, far too heavy on the bottle of champagne some man would attempt to win you over with.

tonight was no different, other than the bar you were visiting- leon had convinced you that if you wanted to be drinking it could not be so locally anymore- and this time leon kennedy was in tow, your handsome chaperon, or more accurately, your muzzle from here on out.

“shall we make this fun?” you proposed to the man, “make up a story, maybe you’re my long lost lover? my secret affair? or do you want me to pretend i hate your guts, are you into that?” you giggled, amused at your own antics, seemingly only making leon chuff out a chuckle, arms folded over his chest with a solemn expression.

“mmh, what sucked the fun out of little leon, huh?” you jabbed your finger against his chest.

leon’s head titled at that, eyebrow raised and an expression that insinuated you knew exactly what happened after that night and why he consequently carried himself as such, so professional, or dull, that's what you'd call it.

with the sickly sweet aroma of your perfume in the air and the glistening twinkles of your outfit invading every ounce of his senses, the two of you walked one by one into the bar, quite the opulent one, hefty diamanté chandeliers alongside mirrors upon mirrors framed with the most delicate gold casings.

"y'know you're getting paid to live lavish right now, leon?" you cooed out, heels of your shoes tapping against the marble flooring, hearing his boots following behind.

"it's an easier job as an agent but i'm not being paid to indulge like you do." he corrected you, voice hushed with the assumption and guard that prying ears could never be far.

"am i boring you already, handsome?" you twirled around, the agent halting in his tracks, craning his head down to meet your gaze, eyes as big as cherry pies, tempting and permissive.

"i was hoping we could celebrate this reunion, despite circumstances." your hands reached up, flattening down the collars of his crisp grey dress shirt, the black blazer on top fit so snug on him, arms as though they were bulging or maybe your brain was just getting ahead of itself.

"with your mouth we're dead men walking, what's there to celebrate?" he referenced why he was called out here for you, breath hot, fresh from that pack of gum he stuffed in the back of his pocket.

"then even more so, that's what i say." you patted your palms to his shoulders, feeling the plush material of the suit jacket, turning on your heel, and pushing past the lush double door entrance past the hallway and into the bar.

the live music was in full swing and the tabletop of the bar was well occupied, having to push your way past, your hand coming up to gesture over the bartender, "give me your most expensive, delicious cocktail.." you whipped your head around, eyes clearly looking leon up and down, "you look like a whiskey guy," you thought aloud, turning back, "and a whiskey."

leon didn't even attempt to stop you, it was futile and he knew you were just doing it for the fun of it, "so ya gonna sit there and stare down at me all night like a creep?" you sat on one of the chairs at the bar, you leaned in to whisper- though ultimately just as loud, "you're not being very agent-like."

"c'mon, i told you, we need a cover story, who knows how long you'll be stuck with me till i'm in the all clear." you pulled his arm in an attempt to move him closer, luckily he obliged, taking up a seat next to you.

"being in the clear is not being stubborn and quitting visiting these bars, drinking every night, and running your mouth." he mumbled, glancing around.

"nu-uh, you heard what they said, they've always been worried about certain people in the area being a threat to those with information on racco-" your words morphed into a yelp, a sharp sting arising in your leg, blinking at the two fingers pinching the flesh of your thigh.

"did you just-" your outrage was cut off once again by the bartender placing two drinks in front of the both of you, leon nodding towards the worker and wording out a thank you, his palm now engulfing your thigh and rubbing the irritated skin.

your lips parted to speak but no words came out, leon seemed to have noticed this, fingers clutching around your glass and gesturing for you to take a sip, and you did, sugary syrup mixed with a double shot of liquor sliding down your throat.

“i thought you were going to encourage me to not drink.” your eyes squinted slightly, tongue darting out to taste more of the cocktail staining your lips.

“one won’t hurt.” with that he tapped the glass of the whiskey on the table of the bar before swigging down the contents in one gulp.

you burst out into laughter, your hand encouragingly squeezing his own further up your thigh, amusement only cooling down so you could take another taste of your cocktail.

"you're funny." your voice was light and airy already, palm pushed against your cheek as you watched him, as though you had been drinking much more than the one, maybe it came off too strongly but you weren't embarrassed, nothing could embarrass you.

"lovers quarrel." he spoke aloud and your confusion was apparent, even more so as his fingers took a hold of your hand, switching a slim ring decorated with diamonds onto your ring finger, "we hate each other but can't quit it." he murmured and you caught on, a giggle hid behind your other hand.

"you bought me this nice expensive ring, you're handsome, so charming.. of course there's a catch, why couldn't i see it." you sighed dramatically earning a scoff from leon.

"and you're beautifully cruel, impulsive, and a relentless pleasure-seeker, i was dealt quite the deck of cards." he spoke as though it was matter of factly, quite the actor.

"mmh, why thank you." you fluttered your eyelashes, leaning in to squeeze the bulky muscle of his arm, nudging yourself against him.

leon was good, a natural at, well just that, being natural. he was on guard as he was with any assigned job, just less flashy than the others, no visible weapons and a demeanor that needed to be cool but nonetheless, he was alert.

alert but here he was, doing exactly as he said he wouldn’t, indulging, finding away around things to do so, so he could feel your fingertips press into his skin again, so he could smell your fragrance every time you leant in and so he could hear those giddy little laughs at something stupid he said in the name of a silly cover story for the both of you.

oh leon kennedy..

you felt tipsy already without even touching another cocktail, infatuated with the man beside you all too suddenly, your heart desiring for something much sweeter than anything that could be offered from the shelves behind the bar.

relentless pleasure-seeker, you’d sure live up to that.

but first, you had a whole night ahead of you. your feet were quick, feeling compelled towards the crowd of dancing bodies, joining them, amongst the couples and men with no personal space.

you were hypnotic, anyone could see that, your hips swayed, dipping just enough and hands roaming from your thighs upwards to your chest, drawing in attention everywhere you wanted it.

leon stayed where he first sat, leaning further into the bar so he could comfortably rest, watching you closely, as though you were a film, like he was there to capture you on video.

“isn’t that the raccoon city survivor?” leon heard hushed voices and he was smacked in the face with the reality of it all, a surge of genuine worry in his gut, “why is she on this side of town? you think that whole conspiracy is true?”

how had you been safe for this long? leon took a moment of his attention away from you and suddenly every other persons eyes that were on you felt threatening, call it what you will, paranoia, overdramatic- he was there for a reason, the raccoon city terrors were real, to you and him, the government wasn’t on either of your sides, he knew that for a fact, but the unknown was scarier, at least in this situation.

leon exhaled before standing up on his feet, hanging his head down and walking over to seemingly join you, “you come to dance?” your arms reached up and out but his hand grasped your arm tightly instead.

your eyes rolled, “you can skip to the part of the lovers quarrel where we have a little fun amidst the hatred and sexual tension.” you jested.

“we’re leaving.” his head nodded in a gesture towards the door, arm tugging you towards him but you weren’t having any of it.

“uhh, no, no we’re not?” you scoffed, digging your heels into the ground, scowling at the man, “i just got here and i’d like to remind you, i don’t have a curfew, you’re not actually babysitting!” you slapped his arm.

“shut your mouth!” he whispered out harshly, another tug of your arm and this one hurt.

“you fucking dick, let me go.” you punched at his arm with your other hand this time but no budge, “i swear to god, i will scream, kick, punch, i will cause the biggest scene to get you off of me then you can kiss your job goodbye- oh no, you can kiss your life goodbye, since this is currently your only purpose.” you spat out.

leon dropped your arm, his tongue poked against the inside of his cheek, clearly seething internally but the last thing he needed was to draw anymore attention to the both of you.

“outside. now.” his arms came up to cross folded against his chest.

you didn’t speak another word, pushing past the man, shoulders harshly bumping into his. reaching the bar, with a sulk in your demeanour getting the attention of the bartender once again and ordering another cocktail.

you tensed when leon’s arm wrapped snuggly around your waist, “i’m serious, this isn’t safe. i have other means of getting you out of here but i’d much rather keep things peaceful and conscious.” his arm squeezed your hip, threateningly.

you looked down at your drink and felt your stomach drop, pushing the glass away from your body, “oh, so you’re crazy, that’s the catch.” you referred to your earlier quip.

“how is it suddenly not safe? why did you even let me come.” you gritted through your teeth, glancing around the room.

“came to my senses. it’s that simple, i’m not trying to lose my life because of how reckless you are with yours, no thanks.” you laughed at that, nodding and he couldn’t tell whether it was out of agreement or something else.

“i think i’m worth it.” you turned to face him and the look on his face was of disbelief at your attitude, it only egged you on further to push his buttons.

“newsflash sweetheart, you aren’t going to be the death of me.” he muttered, and that same burning grip he had on you returned and you were being whisked from the bar, swiftly out of the doors and through the hallway, all too fast, feeling like you were lagging behind, as though your brain was still at the bar- shit, your throat was so dry, maybe he slipped something in the first drink.. but there was no way.

the cold air bit harshly at your bare skin, coming to your senses suddenly all too quickly, feet stomping on the floor in a tantrum, fists coming up to hit his chest, “what is wrong with you?!” you screeched and suddenly you were being dragged further into the street, harshly turning a corner into some backstreet alley.

“you’ll get over it, stop acting like a spoilt brat. i got tired of that as soon as i saw your face again.” leon pushed you back against the brick wall and you rubbed over your arm where he had been gripping.

“you’re so sad!” you spat out, pushing him further away from you, “sad and desperate, you think you’re such a big hero from that day don’t you? gonna ruin my life? make me miserable as some sick payback because you resent me?” you laughed, directly in his face, “you want me to repay you, that it?” you walk closer to him, in some way to gain leverage over him, but it was futile, pathetic honestly.

his push his hair back with his fingers, the normal lightness to it looked darker thanks to the shadows, expression unreadable as he let you go off on a tangent.

“back up.” he spoke out, almost inaudibly but he knew you heard him because you only inched closer, noticing your eyes dart down to his waist when you felt the prod of something against your skin.

before your arm could even reach out to grab the item under his clothing, he unsheathed it suddenly, brandishing a knife, black handle, indented with a line every inch or so, the blade was quite tall, sloped either side and an engraving stamped below the hilt.

you didn’t get to see much of it though, within a blink of an eye it was pressed to your throat along with the familiar feeling of the gritty bricks against your back.

“don’t do something stupid now..” he was calm, despite the manoeuvre he had you in.

your breathing hitched, hands clutching his grey coloured suit tie amidst the panic, he kept you there for what felt like minutes but was only a few seconds, relaxing only slightly but he never stuffed the knife back in its sheathe, it kept firmly gripped in his hand which was pressed in between your clavicle, as a warning.

in some sick and twisted way it was thrilling, you couldn’t shake that feeling and it felt disgustingly good.

you blinked a couple times, eyes darting out towards his arm, which somehow was on display, where he managed to find the time to roll up his sleeves was beyond you.

“eyes up here.” he tapped the blunt side of the knife to your chin, a all too cocky smile tugging at the corner of his mouth when you complied.

“see how easy it is to listen?” he sighed, dragging the cool metal across your jawline, tracing the outline of your ear and downwards to the top hem of your clothing.

you should’ve been terrified, but it felt different, unexplainable, you wanted him to keep going, you had never felt your head so empty and airy, it was euphoric.

maybe raccoon city screwed you up more than you thought..

you didn’t dwell much on it, attention undivided on the agent in front of you, his lips were moving but you couldn’t make out what he was saying, so dazed in the moment.

“should i keep going?” he repeated, tapping the tip of the knife to your chest and you nodded, squeezing the material of his tie, knocking his body closer towards you and you hissed out when the blade nipped your skin, a droplet of blood seeping into your clothes.

“shit-“ leon looked as though he panicked for a moment, but you weren’t about to let him, hands pushing up to cup his face and demand his full attention on what you wanted.

your lips meshed with his and for the first time of the night, leon kennedy was caught fully off guard. he relaxed after a few seconds, moulding his plush lips to yours and catching you in a sloppy shared kiss, your arms resting past his shoulders, one of your hands pushing his head further against yours to chase his mouth.

you only pulled away when you heard a rip of fabric, his nimble hands shredding it with the knife, a puddle of your clothes soon beneath your feet, delicate undergarments coming in to his view.

you didn’t get a second to regain composure as his mouth was once again on you, this time his tongue darted out, lapping up the droplet of blood from where the knife had broken your skin.

it was vile in the most sinful way possible, all the blood felt like it rushed straight to your throbbing cunt.

“i might actually go crazy if you tease me..” you voiced out, which caught him by surprise since you had been rather breathless.

“i can be nice.” he murmured out, voice muffled in between open mouthed kisses, knife cutting open your bra so his tongue could latch on to your nipple, his thumb toying with the other.

“mmh, you threaten me, make me bleed, and destroy all my clothes, but you can be nice?” you breathily giggled, distracted by the way the tip of his tongue- which had been previously licking up your blood, swirled and flicked against your nipple, sending pulses of electricity throughout your body.

“i’ll make it up to you.” he kissed back up from your chest, reaching your lips again to catch you in a kiss, you could taste the metallically tang from your blood and it only urged you further.

“fuck..” you gasped when he pulled away, looking between your bodies to watch the way he sliced off your panties next, wasting to time in running the pads of his fingers between your sloppy folds, “mmhn, didn’t i just tell you not to tease?” you mewled.

“you’re that worked up?” he chuckled out and your arm flew out to hit his chest, only earning another laugh.

“just fuck me already, i want your dick so badly.” you begged so pretty, you knew you did because his demeanour changed quickly, rough hands settling at your waist to manhandle you until you faced the wall.

“stay like that, arch your ba- mhm, like that.” he hummed, barely having to mention it and you were bending and obeying as though it was your only function.

leon had unbuttoned his blazer to relax a little better, though he lazily pushed his slacks down along with his underwear, far too eager to feel how heavenly you’d be on his cock.

he pumped his self a couple times, a firm hand pushing you back against him, helping him slowly push himself inside your pussy, “ouhh- fuck, that’s—“ he hissed out, halting his movements to revel in the way you were squeezing and fluttering around him relentlessly, “that’s so tight, m’ gonna fuck this little pussy open.” he grunted through his teeth, pushing against you until he was flush with you.

you were already finding it extremely hard to keep it together, mind so foggy with lust and the way he kept pushing and pushing for what felt like endlessly, he was so big, he pushed and prodded up against every delicious nerve inside of you and he hadn’t even started moving at a consistent pace yet, oh you were a goner.

a squeal left your lips when he pulled back only to push back much quicker and with force, your arms flying out until he grabbed one to pull behind your back, stabilising you and also getting more leverage on your movements.

“fuck, you’re so pretty, stuffed full of this cock, mmh, you like that?” he groaned out shamefully.

you didn’t answer though, far too preoccupied with how delicious he was stretching your walls, soon distracted by that familiar feeling of stinging cold metal to your throat, his other hand had come round to press it against your skin.

your eyes flew open and you felt him jerk you closer with his grip still on your other hand, “don’t fall now that would be real dangerous sweetheart, hold on, yeah?” he laughed out, it was evil, taunting but you were on another cloud of bliss.

“l-leon! ah mhhnmm!” you chanted out breathless incoherent moans and noises, feeling like a rag doll being constantly pulled against leon, you were so limp without his grip and the knife he pressed against your throat, you might’ve been in real trouble without him, ironically considering he was the one putting you between between him and the knife.

“i know, i know baby, feels s’good, don’t it?” he rasped out, bruises already forming on your wrists as he used you like his own little personal fucktoy.

“m’ really— oh, really close!” you squeaked, all too suddenly being dragged from your impending high, your back stabilising against the wall and you cried out.

“shh, shuuush.” he cooed at your displeased reaction, “i got you, i just wanna see that pretty face when you cum.” he paired his soothing voice with a firm kiss on your forehead, hiking your leg above his waist and slipping his cock inside your weeping pussy again.

the high bubbled so quickly in your tummy again all you could do was reach out for his arms, desperate to feel the metal to your skin again and he obliged, pushing it onto your neck once more as he pounding into you, wet sloppy sounds making it evident how close you were.

“you look so fucking cute like this, my knife against your throat, fucked stupid by my fat cock.” he grunted in between strained moans, clearly chasing his own high.

your vision went completely blurred as that burning hot coil in your tummy finally snapped, head knocked back against the wall as you sobbed out in pure pleasure, mantras of yes, yes, yes! and leon’s name falling from your lips.

“oh my fucking god, you’re so fucking sick, y’know that baby? yeah..” leon relaxed the knife from your throat, the blade dropping somewhere forgotten by your feet so he could push his head against your neck where the metal once occupied, licking and kisses the delicate skin, thrusts sloppy and inconsistent, broken and hoarse moans coaxed out with every further movement of his hips.

“fuck! fuck, a—ah!” his cock twitched and fluttered inside you as hot spurts of thick cum filled your walls, warming every inch of your body.

he pushed you further into the wall as he stood there, breathing in and out against your neck, slowly coming down from his high, the both of you dazed and pleasure-struck.

your head knocked against his and he seemed to come to, leaning back and blinking a couple of times before seemingly examining your body, “you hurt?” he breathed out.

“only my legs..” you laughed quietly, watching him gently set your leg down once he slipped out of you, grabbing your shredded clothing to wipe you off with.

“let’s get you somewhere warm.” he shrugged off his blazer jacket, pushing your arms through the holes and doing it up fully.

“leon, i feel okay, i’m good.” you assured him, stepping closer once again to return the same kiss he placed on your head, “that was crazy.. but fun.” you admitted, feeling the back of your neck burn from the realisation of what just happened.

“i shouldn’t of come on to you like that though.” he laughed nervously and you shook your head.

“i’m in one piece no?” you poked his chest, “i’m serious, i liked it- i like you, a lot.” you told the agent before shaking your head again, “you don’t have to say anything though, it’s not like that.” you didn’t exactly know what you meant because it was exactly as you said, having been smitten with the man all night, maybe you just didn’t want to deal with what you were insinuating, at least not tonight.

“take me home, somewhere warm.”

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Titty Comfort

pairing: Frat!Tom Holland x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: When Tom can’t fall asleep, he turns to his girlfriend’s breasts for a lot of comfort (Breast play) (lowkey subby tom?)

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“C’mere love, need you closer” Tom whined, his arms wrapped around the woman in his arms, his semi-hardened cock resting against her ass cheeks. “How much closer do you need baby? we’re already spooning naked” Y/n giggled shuffling up against his cock, his hands situated on her warm tits, squeezing and kneading them every so often; coaxing small whines and whimpers from her lips which were currently swollen due to their sleepy, sloppy make out session.

Tom only whined in response, tugging on her perked up and hardened nipples, nuzzling his face into her neck, kissing and licking at the coconut scented flesh. This whole relationship started when Tom had walked into his bedroom during one of their crazy frat parties, to see a sleepy Y/n nuzzling and cuddling herself into his spider-man bedsheets. Granted he didn’t know the girl but he had a sudden urge to protect her, knowing damn well that he would now protect his sacred bedroom with his life due to the sleeping angel right in his bed.

“Oh- oh shit- you must own this room huh?” Y/n shot up, her eyes glazed and lazy, still holding Tom’s pillow in between her arms to hug it dearly. “I- uh got a bit tired and I was told I could take a room by David, who is currently busy eating my friend’s face off” She chuckled explaining why she was suddenly in his bed, of course David the head frat brother would say something like that, inconsiderate arsehole. “O-oh no sure it’s okay, I guess, just a bit shocked love. You can stay” He laughed walking closer, “We can share the bed if you want?” She smiled gleaming up at him, her arms inviting as she opened up the blankets showing a space just for him, who the fuck was this girl?

Well Tom soon found out the day after when he woke up to a (colour) headed girl on his chest, her body still clad in her dress, her legs intertwined with his as she tried to hug herself further into his warm wide chest. His own arms tugged around her too. Her name was Y/n L/n, she was taking a completely different major from him, which explained why he had never seen her before. She was outgoing, confident and not afraid to get things her way. Had he really just slept with (literally) some girl who he found already snoozing in his bed? Yes, yes he did and he wasn’t going to regret it one bit.

Now two months later, the once infamous frat boy on campus had been tied down to the one and only Y/n L/n; whenever they are on campus their hands are permanently intertwined, his head seen to be dipping down and whispering filthy and sweet things in her ears to make her laugh bashfully and hit his chest. With some people even commenting that he had heard him say that he “couldn’t wait to take her ass tonight”

Any chance he’d get he would walk her to her classes, choosing to hold her books and even like right now, missing out on his own frat activities to instead sleepover at her cozy little dorm room. Now decorated with a multitude of their polaroids together on her wall, some being a little inappropriate considering the nudity, but who else was going to see them?

“You keep tossin’ n’ turnin’ honey, are you feeling alright?” She frowned turning around in his arms, his hands slipping to her waist, her chest flushed against his as he felt her hardened nipples against his skin; Jesus how did he bag someone as gorgeous as her? His lips raining kisses all over her face, feeling her breath quicken and shake each time he got closer to her sweet spot, which already had hickies littering the length of it. “Just feeling a bit restless baby, nothin’ for you to worry about, pretty” He smiled finally kissing her nose, watching it wrinkle adorably in response before she leant in and pressed a featherlight kiss to his pink lips, not one full of lust but one full of adoration and passion for the man right in front of her. The man who showed her what love was, and how to love in such a short amount of time.

“But it is for me to worry about, I want you soft and snuggly with me, sleepy and hazy whike being undeniably horny” She laughed nudging his nose with hers, his lips pouting out to kiss hers lightly again, his hands groping her breasts tightly in his palm; she knew what he wanted, no, needed. Whenever Tom found himself needing comfort or some sensual loving, he turned to his lover’s breasts, suddenly finding them the most alluring thing in the world.

“Can I uh- ya know, play with them a little?” He whispered just staring at them blatantly, smiling childishly when Y/n replied, “Of course you can baby, they’re all yours babyboy” She giggled kissing the corner of his lips, noticing how his eyes were just fully trained on her tits more than anything else. Shifting herself up a little, he started moving her warm fleshy tits in circular motions, his lips greedily licking and sucking on the flesh surrounding her areola and nipples. Y/n’s fingers raked though his brown curls gently, planting small kisses to his hairline, her lips pulled into a small smile; Tom sat with his eyes closed fully enjoying sucking and pulling at her tits.

His tongue licking a stripe up the underside of her boob until he reached her nipple, wrapping his mouth around it like a suction, suckling on it affectionately; his eyes closed calmly. “You taste so good baby angel” He whispered kissing each of her nipples lovingly, letting his lips collect spit before dribbling it onto her hardened buds, lubing them up with his tongues flicking at them softly. “Thank you honey bun, even used some of that new body wash ya got me for no reason” She moaned out half asleep, Tom’s suckling had calmed her to a point of sleep, her eyes threatening to close any second now. The sound of Tom’s hums and his tongue flicking, giving a weird sense of a comforting atmosphere.

“Well it was in your wishlist and you told me your wishlist was empty” Tom hummed annoyed, shoving his face between her breasts, kissing the valley of her tits; knowing damn well he made it his responsibility to make sure everything in her basket was bought on a weekly basis. “Your tits are beautiful Y/n, not in a sexual way, but the fact they’re part of you just makes them so sexy”

He spent the next 15-20 minutes just loving and kissing on her breasts, her other hand softly pumping his limp cock, not with the intention of getting his hard but with the intention of showing him the same type of affection he was showing her. Undivided unconditional attention.

“hmm” Y/n hummed turning her head to the side, her hands dropped to rubbing his back soothingly, her nails raking up and down slowly. “You sleepy love? Want me to put the girls away?” He questioned pulling away from her tits with a pop, looking up at her with a crazy type of love, a love they both knew would never burn out. “No no keep going hun, feels good n’ warm” She yawned letting her eyes close for the final time that night, her hands resting on his back as he continued his own adventure. His lips licking, kissing and sucking on her tits until he himself, fell asleep undoubtably with her tit in his mouth; like a lovesick idiot.

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PSA: Sorry this was short but I found it so cute and lovey!! Just a bit of comfort for those who are going through finals/any tough situations

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ACCIDENTAL NAB P4

parings: thief!hawks x princess!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: kidnapping, fighting.

notes:HAWKS GOES CRAZY.

summary: thief!hawks steals you away and takes you far away from you home!…on accident.

part 3: ACCIDENTAL NAB P3

The more the carriage jiggled and shook, the more adrenaline shoot through your veins.

Skinningrove was terrifying, according to Dabi.

You wish your sisters were here because then you’d have to put on a more confident front to show them you weren’t scared at all.

but they aren’t here, you can’t hide.

Hawks steals glances towards you, you never makes eye contact. You hope he doesn’t see how scared you truly are.

You surround yourself with fun memory’s of your sisters, ones that make you feel warm, it hardens you.

“we’re here.” Dabi calls from the front.

never mind, your losing your shit.

You can hear hawks speaking to Tokoyami, “stay here, don’t want the cargo getting stolen- use dark shadow if you have to.”

Hawks then jumps out of the carriage joining you and Dabi.

“Stay close to me, okay?” Hawks whispers in your ear.

You nod as a protective wing covers you slightly.

The three of you walk through the crowd, it smells a lot worse than SableStone did, Dabi says it’s because a lot of “human waste” gets dropped here.

so you watch your step a little more than usual…

Through the hood you can see children on the streets, a lot of them looked malnourished but that’s average for a town like this- it smells like iron around the butcher shops, it makes you sick.

Your father would’ve never even let you set a single step here, let alone frolic in the crowds.

Dabi seems more on guard than he did in SableStone, so does Hawks. Both of their stances are more stiff- hawks has less of a cheerful “I love life!” face and more of a “come near me and I’ll slaughter you” face.

It gives you some comfort.

The three of you make your way to a darker shop tucked in a corner, it’s old and made out of gray stones stacked atop each-other with a little window.

“Excuse me?” Hawks taps the entrance of the window, “got an offer for ya.”

A man comes out from the darkness, he has pale skin and hair, his skin dry and cracking. He has at least two scars on his face as well with red eyes.

a little scary, so you shuffle a closer to hawks.

A scratchy voice replies from the window, “and that would be?”

“Just a few things from the palace?”

The man scoffs, “I got too many of your type coming in a day, don’t waste my time aga-“

Dabi smacks his hand on the counter, “Shigaraki, we’re not in the mood for games at the moment.”

“Dabi? hm, you should’ve done the talking first y’know- I’d believe you quicker.”

“The bird ain’t that smart, sorry.”

“How much of it you Va got?”

“A few chairs, chests, dresses, shoes, y’know the basics.”

You stay quiet and try not to make eye contact with the red eyed one.

for once, you hope someone doesn’t recognize you.

You can he shigaraki say, “You selling her too?”

Dabi chuckles, “Depends”

please say this is a joke, you’d rather sleep next to hawks for a 100 more nights than even be near that man for one.

Hawks said he wouldn’t sell you- he won’t, right?

You feel his wing shift around you tighter.

“She’s not for sell.” Hawks says hoarsely.

Shigaraki laughs, “what, you take the princess too?”

he stopped when they didn’t laugh with him.

“are you fucking serious.”

Dabi looks around, “a little bit.”

“You can’t be a little bit serious, why the hell did you kidnap her?!” Shigaraki whisper yells.

Hawks sighs, “it was an accident.”

“you don’t just accidentally kidnap someone, dipshit.”

During all of this chaos, you look around- it feels more crowded than before, you never liked crowds anyway.

But a man catches your eye, a very beautiful man at that.

Blond hair, blue eyes, dimples, a lazy smile with a relaxed pose- lord have mercy.

and he’s looking at you too!

All conversation behind you has been absolutely lost, this man is the only thing you’re thinking about right now.

Hawks wing isn’t entirely around you- you could just sneak away for a moment couldn’t you? I doubt Mr. bird man would care.

so you step out slightly- no reaction from hawks yet. then more, no reaction.

“Damit shigaraki, it was on accident okay?!” You can hear less and less of hawks the more you scoot away.

Then the gorgeous man is right next to you!

“Hello, pretty” he says with a smooth voice.

“I-I uhm- hi!”

“What’re you doing all the way in Skinningrove? Your skin looks it comes from the capitol.”

Slightly weird but that’s alright!

“I-I’m traveling, for work!” you reply almost too quick.

He touches your wrist, his hands are soft.

“You’d go for a pretty penny.”

“what was that?”

All he does is stare at you, with that lazy smile…okay you’d like to go back to Hawks now.

you take a step back but the man grips your hand tighter, “h-hey, let go.”

“God, you’d go for a fortune.” You can feel hawks feather fall out of your cloak.

He grabs you, covering your mouth and dragging you towards the iron scented shops.

Meanwhile, hawks is still arguing quietly with shigaraki.

“I’m surprised she hasn’t killed you in your sleep!” Shigaraki roughly says.

Hawks groans, “she likes me just fine, we’re civil.”

He looks towards where your supposed to be, “isn’t that right prin-…”

where are you?

“princess?” He says a little more worried.

Dabi looks at hawks, “what?”

“Where is she?”

“Who, y/n?”

“yes- where is she?” He says more quickly, looking frantically around.

Shigaraki starts, “Well good job, you lost someone you kidnap-“

“Shut up! Where did she go?” Hawks cuts him off.

Dabi looks around, “calm down, she couldn’t have gone far.”

Hawks wings puff slightly, “I’m going above ground, easier to spot her.”

He immediately shoots up ti the air, searching for even a glimpse of you.

.

.

.

The beautiful man is still dragging you through the streets, you whip around wildly trying to get him off of you.

“Stop struggling, no one will help you.”

The smell of iron gets stronger, was Dabi actually serious when he said they’d skin you?

You struggle more, you don’t want to be someone lamp shade o-or carpet!

You get closer and closer to the butchers door, you close your eyes, you don’t want to see.

“AGH-“ *smack!*

you fall to the ground immediately, you can hear people gasping and stepping away.

You can see Dabi come into your line of vision, “there you are!”

you wish it were hawks but- your just glad your safe.

Where is hawks? You turn your head to look for him but Dabi ends up stopping you, “don’t look.”

you don’t. You can hear it, grunting, the sound of flesh being hit, the running and cheering.

So all you do is stare at Dabi, “You scared the hell out of him yknow? better say thank you when he’s done.”

done beating a man to death. It makes your skin rise, makes you feel cold.

The noises stop. You can hear people usher to the man, then you can see hawks start to walk over to the carriage like he didn’t just pummel a man.

then, he starts giving your belongings to shigarakis hole-a-wall shop.

Dabi speaks up, “doubt we can sell it all here, need to go somewhere else after.”

your speechless, your father never let you even see blood.

you feel dirty even though you didn’t see anything really.

Dabi stands up, “cmon, let’s go meet up with them.”

you just follow, and sit at the front of the carriage with Tokoyami.

He looks at you, “told you Skinningrove was terrible.”

you exhale a small laugh, at least he tried to keep you happy.

you look towards the crowd, you don’t see the man but- you see specks of red.

“Thanks a bunch, shigaraki” you can hear Dabi say.

“Yea just make sure princess doesn’t run off again eh?”

You feel the carriage shift with Hawks and Dabis weight.

Tokoyami starts, “where to next?”

Dabi pauses, “Sunstone.”

Tokoyami stumbles, “In the dessert?”

“Yea, shigaraki says we’ll find some good prices there.” Dabi replies.

Tokoyami looks back into the carriage, “yikes, you need something to dress those knuckles Hawks.”

Dabi chuckles, “he don’t know how to tie a bandage barely.”

“I bet y/n does” Tokoyami says.

You say, “What?”

Tokoyami fixes himself, “I bet you know how to dress a wound, being the eldest daughter and all.”

It’s true, you do. You always dressed your sisters wounds when they tripped outside near the garden. Your father never liked you near blood but you still someone always came near it anyways.

“I uh…I do.”

Tokoyami smiles slightly, “will you do the honors then?”

you sigh and step into the covered part of the carriage.

Hawks is shaking slightly, maybe he’s not used to beating people…who are you kidding he’s a thief.

you sit directly in front of him, grabbing some cloth and trying to rip it. It doesn’t work.

He takes it from your hands, tearing it for you, you’re able to get a better look at his hands. They’re covered in blood, it’s your fault.

you grab the container of water and dab it onto the rag, cleaning his wounds softly as he winces quietly, griping your hands a little tighter.

“Mrgh…”

“Sorry..”

Hawks doesn’t reply.

You wrap the cloth around his knuckles, are you okay…?”

“m’fine.”

something’s off, he seems angry? upset? maybe even a little sad too.

“are you sure, Mr. Hawks?”

He says quiet, looking down at his shoes.

“Hawks?”

“Why would you run off?”

“I-i was distracted.”

He huffs, “I know you’re not completely stupid y/n, why did you run off.”

He seems a whole lot more upset than you thought he’d be before you snuck off.

“I saw something that caught my eye..” you dab more water on the the rag.

“or someone.” he says with distain.

“Hawk-“

“y’know. I knew your were probably some princess who was aching for a bit of loving but I didn’t know you’d start whoring yourself out.”

You mouth drops, “h-hawks?!” Why would he say something like that to you, weren’t you two making good progress?

You can see Dabi look over in surprise but he decided not to intervene.

Hawks looks up from his shoes, “What, It’s the truth ain’t it?”

It’s true that you are a little bit touch starved and that you enjoy attention but you’ve also been inside a palace for most of your life.

“Y-you don’t even know me.”

“I know enough, I can tell through your damn actions y/n.” He voice raises, “You think some locked up princess will ever be as good of a ruler than your mother?”

“Don’t bring her into this-“

“Why? Cause your daddy said “off with her head” and you weren’t allowed to talk about her no more?” He yells at you.

Then carriage goes quiet. Mother made your father soft, he didn’t need that.

you can feel the tears burning the edging of your eyes, you can feel the pain resurface.

Dabi speaks up finally with just a simple, “oh wow.”

You don’t say anything, what would you say to something like that? No one ever talked about your mother like that.

So your tears fall instead of words.

“Y/n..” hawks says softly.

He continues, “I-I was just angry- I’m so sorry.”

You just cover your face a curl into your own lap, hiding, hawks placed his hands onto your back and continues talking.

“I swear I didn’t mean any of that princess, didn’t mean a single thing ��swear it.”

You don’t respond.

“Fuck, m’sorry, m’so sorry princess- I just was angry because I couldn’t protect you okay?”

You sniffle, “I-it’s fine.”

“It’s not. M’sorry, princess.”

He holds you, you feel warm- mostly because his wings are trying to wrap around you.

You never knew hawks could get so….emotional?

The words he spewed out from his mouth did hurt but he seems like he’s actually sorry at least.

He just holds you, you wished he were one of your sisters- you missed them oh so much.

They would never say something like that to you, they were too scared to.

At least Hawks was honest. That’s probably what you liked so much about him.

you hug back.

He tightens his grip.

And his embrace is warm.

[sterekchub]

Okay but I need more of Frat Bro!Derek! His insatiable appetites are quite…invigorating!

Okay this was going to be WAY longer and more cohesive but.....I lost my train of thought midway through. I love frat bro Derek though- either fattening up Stiles or becoming the frat pet himself... ***** "He's perfect." "Stiles, seriously? The guy who looks like he runs track and lifts weight for fun?" "It's his fourth time here. Today." "Lucky," one of the guys mumbled. "Wish I could have an unlimited meal plan.” “I give it two months and he’ll be twenty pounds heavier. Danny looked him up.” “Already?!” “Family money, his tuition is fully covered, middle-child from a big family…” “So looking for attention and open to parties?” “Fuck yes.” “What did I say? Perfect.” Stiles walked confidently up to Derek’s table. “Hi, have you thought about pledging for a fraternity? Epsilon Alpha Tau would love to have you.” ***** “When I say ‘go’ start chugging! Loser doesn’t make it to the next round.” Derek took no time. Grab a beer from the table, pop open the side of the can, pop the top, chug, swallow, repeat. He could hear the crowd cheering for everyone, was vaguely aware of the other recruits next to him trying to keep pace. He wasn’t bothered – they were all going to lose.

Sure enough less than thirty minutes in, all the other guys had stopped, drunkenly sprawled on the lawn amongst all the empty cans. Derek could have easily stopped, he must have one by at least two or three, but he couldn’t. Stiles eyes were fixed on him - *everyone’s* eyes were fixed on him, and felt their attention go right to his head. He was the center of attention, and he was going to give them a show. **** When they finally accept Derek into their fraternity- he's 60 pounds heavier. The weekly beer chug has graduated to Stiles rolling in full kegs of beer, and Derek draining them until his belly was sloshing and stretched to the size of a yoga ball. Then there were pizza nights. The Taco Tuesdays. The hot wing Thursdays. Derek is always the center of attention, always being encouraged and poked and prodded to eat more. His skin is so much more sensitive as it expands - nipples hardening as frat brothers laugh and squeeze his softening moobs. Stomach that is always so full and sore, even brushing against it usually elicits a moan and burp. They bring him down to the basement where they have a 3 tiered cake ready for him with EAT in greek letters. Derek accepts the initiation happily - a pig nose gets placed over his own, a vibrating pig-tail buttplug in his ass....and he gets eating. *******

Graduation: "So, what are your...plans for after graduation?" It's a polite question from a shocked professor. Derek hadn't attended any classes for the last two years. By the end of his sophomore year, he was kicked out of his Chemistry class for eating during the labs, always skipped his economics class because it was in the furthest building from the frat house and he would get winded halfway through and go to the cafeteria instead. By senior year, it was difficult getting Derek out of the frat house at all. He was the fraternity project- all of them taking turns making sure Derek was satisfied, overfed and rapidly expanding. The results of being fed by a household of men was astounding - Derek had tripled in size. Derek looked confused at the question. He was sitting on his scooter at the back of the graduation hall. Graduation cap on his head and the fraternity T-Shirt stretched tightly over the blubbery folds of his belly. "Graduation? *burrRRPP* I don't *Pffpffrttt*...." "He's staying with us," Stiles chimed in. "Epsilon Alpha Tau for life, right, Der?" Derek nodded, although with such a thick double chin obscuring his neck, he really just moved his head down enough to create an even fatter third chin. He had no idea what was going on, barely even remembered he was supposed to graduate. If there wasn't food, he wasn't interested. The professor shook their head and walked away. Stiles leaned over "Our new recruits can't wait to get a turn with the legendary frat pig......."

[writer-of-various]

Doubt

Nancy has doubts, William is quick to shut them down.

Nancy is not like other women. She took her dead cousin's identity and joined the Army, and spent a good portion of her life as a soldier who's been hardened by war. Upon the end of World War II, she found herself realizing that life is too short, and with her heart completely in the hands of the one and only William Pierson, they got married as soon as possible before they were sent to Korea.

Spending her days calloused by war, her personality different from the women back at home, she finds herself doubting her marriage with Pierson in 1954, where they returned to the states and were trying to live past the wars they've seen and experienced. She seeks a job, and she gets lucky when her files show her as a veteran, unlike the other females in her neighborhood who decided to seek jobs. She hated staying at home, she didn't know how to cook to even save her life, and she just wasn't like the other girls. She's slender but with lean muscle, not all soft or curvy. She struggles with make up, because she never had time to learn or put some on. She cuts her hair short, resting on her shoulders in crazy curls, and she wears pants and blouses and boots. Her lips barely curl up in a soft smile, they're almost always in a scowl, her eyebrows frowning as she settles a piercing stare at anyone who dares look her way.

She doesn't hate her body, she doesn't hate herself (in that sense of confidence or her body image, but she hates herself because of all the men she couldn't save.) She just thinks that William deserves someone better, a nice girl with a nice body that's soft; a girl who knows how to cook and clean and likes to stay at home.

She reaches out to Robert Zussman, the boy she served alongside with and the kid she considers a son. He lives with her and William, just until he gets accustomed to the world and finds a place to settle. Her and William don't mind him living with them, in fact, it feels like their lives are complete. Like they have a kid of their own.

"Y'know Will doesn't care about that stuff. I'm surprised he even settled down, with how much he loves to work." Robert says, taking a sip of the coffee he made because Jesus Christ can he make a good coffee. Even with crappy Army rations.

"I know, but I just can't help thinking. I always get weird looks from other ladies, and I see girls starin' at Will and he never acknowledges them but I feel that–"

Robert cuts her off with a noise, "Nancy Turner Pierson shut the hell up." Maybe if he didn't reenlist, and left the Army as the Private she remembered from D-Day, she would have slapped him across the head. But he recovered for a year and reenlisted, this time as a medic, and he left the Army as a Master Sergeant. And he had a authoritative voice that commanded respect and full attention, so Nancy bit her bottom lip and felt like a little kid under his scolding stare.

"You are beautiful, amazing, and a fucking badass with a great ass," she snorts and he smiles, "I know trying to be welcomed back in the real world is hard. It is, and it sucks that others don't understand us...they will never understand us. But you are perfect in your own way, and William loves you for that."

"He's right." Both Nancy and Robert jump at the voice of the aforementioned man, turning their heads to see him leaning against the dining room doorway. Robert pats her bicep and gives them a smile before leaving them alone, and William takes his seat across from Nancy. He reaches out and gently grabs her hand, caressing the back of her palm and Nancy looks away in a futile attempt to hide her flustered face. Only William Pierson can make her feel this way.

"What's going on, sweetheart?" He asks softly, and Nancy shrugs, pulling her hand away and immediately missing the warmth and comfort.

"I just...I have these thoughts in my head, that I'm not good enough for you. I never had this issue before, I was always so confident, but..." she trails off, avoiding eye contact.

"But?"

She winces, "But I feel like you deserve better. I don't cook, I don't clean all the time, I mean, our roles are reversed and you don't seem like the type of man who wants to stay home most of the time."

"I like staying home. I never had a home I felt comfortable in, I never had the things we have now and I just want to enjoy them, makeup for all the time I lost as some normal, civilian guy. I mean, I didn't think I would get so invested in writing, but here I am, writing books and being poetic. That's something I expected of Joseph or Robert, hell even Ron, but I'm here and happy and very much in love and grateful for you and only you. I don't think other women would fancy a stay at home husband." William immediately cringes at the last part, and Nancy chuckles.

"You ain't a stay at home husband. You work too. You're just the dream man any sensible girl is dying for. And I'm lucky to have you, forever." Nancy gives him a coy smile and he chuckles, getting up from his seat to lean over and kiss her.

"I love you, Nance." He whispers, bringing her into an embrace. She wraps her arms tight around him, afraid for a second that he'll disappear, because how did she deserve such an amazing man? "I don't know how I deserve you."

She laughs and kisses him briefly, "I don't know how I deserve you, baby."

"You deserve each other! Now shut up and get to work!" Robert's voice rings from the living room and they both laugh, pulling away but smiling up at each other like idiots in love. Nancy may have doubts, but her husband would always be quicker to shut them down.

[spellbinding10]

So I don’t know wether it’s just me but… in relation to SJM male Characters I see a lot of (beautifully sketched and painted) fan art of the men in her books as well as fan casts! However I don’t know if it’s just me but I find them a little too… “ pretty”. They seem to all be sharp jawed sharp nosed, sharp eyed, where there should be variations etc.

For example: Rowan, this man has been around for centuries, fought in hundreds of battles earned his scars, had his fair share of heart ache and trauma . He is well built, strong and… in my opinion quite rough and rugged throughout most of the books due to travelling on the road and training etc. that’s why when I look as fan casts and drawings I don’t feel they are well matched to the character. Therefore I would like to propose…

Now this is a fae warrior, swift, agile, elegant but leaving a trail of blood and brutality in the wake of his enemies! (Big up Henry for his amazing sword skills in the Witcher).

Full disclaimer and I will repeat this throughout my post, I think the fan art drawn by SJM fans is absolutely stunning, I don’t think it’s wrong or anything like that! This is just how I interpret the characters looks

Moving on!!

Chaol:

For me as a captain of the kings guard, Choal would be well groomed, sturdy, swift and lean due to his training. Though still young he possesses a look far greater than his years, mostly due to the weight and pride that his position comes with. We know he has a stern look but also a quick witted funny side (when he’s not being fucked on my Aelin lol). So… I would like to propose….

The amazing Will Poulter! I just think he has such an interchangeable face that flits between the young man that could have stayed to become Lord and the hardened, sturdy, stubborn, and well accomplished captain of the kings guard!

Lastly, Dorian:

Dorian is a well pampered, confident and handsome young man of 20. He is sharp featured, not as well built as say Chaol but toned and strong non the less. His trauma has weighed on him but he still remains confident ( especially in regards to Manon) though quite and observant. I feel after all he has been through he began to look at bettering his skills rather than being concerned with his looks later on in the books. So I would like to propose….

Timotheeeee (King 2019) I feel Dorian has hardened himself to the gentler and vulnerable things in life after everything that has happened and has had to ,more importantly, protect himself by denying himself that privilege to be vulnerable.

Once again, I LOVE the stunning fan art that SJM fans make! This is just how I interpret the characters. Thank you for attending my tedtalk!

[jonahgarland]

Moments like this were what had drawn Jonah to this job so much that he'd decided to stay on and move along with the Haus when they left Virginia. Being confronted up close and face-to-face with a man like Damian... Those moments felt like they simply couldn't have happened back home in his ordinary life. There were handsome guys, sure. But for someone to exude this confidence, this dominance? To simply drop their towel in front of Jonah and talk to him like that, to step close to him and brush their lips against his own? The blonde wouldn't ever even have dreamed of anything like this happening before coming to the Haus, and never would he have realized just how much his body heat would rise in arousal, how fast his heart would be pumping in reaction to someone calling him baby boy. Sure, he'd always guessed himself to be more on the submissive side of the spectrum, but it was an entirely different thing to actually get in the mindset, to feel his knees get weak when Damian's fingers tugged at his hair, and those words...

It took a moment for Jonah to even realize it was his own voice he could hear, whimpering in need when Damian spoke to him, verbalized what he thought about doing to him. He could feel his breath taken away for a moment, and it took him some focus to form words once the other's eyes met his own again. "P-Please", he whispered, nodding softly as he could feel his own length hardening inside his jock, his hole twitching under the fabric of the receptionist shorts as Damian spoke of fucking him hard and leaving him dripping. "Please, do it, Daddy...", he repeated, unsure at this point if he was just blushing or if his entire body was flushed with lust and need. "I... I want to be a good boy for you, Daddy." The rest of the spa no longer existed in Jonah's mind. It didn't matter why Damian was naked before him, why the other's perfect body and large dick were on display - all he wanted to do was worship them, please him, submit to Damian and be Daddy's good boy.

Damian’s smirk didn’t drop as he soaked in the blonds reactions to him now being bare and exposed like this. Why should it when it was such a fun one? the thirsty, parting lips- the way those eyes seemed to be glued to his cock in the most delightful way. Even little nervousness seemed glint in his Jonah’s eyes as he looed at him.  For whatever reason he wasn’t expecting that word that dropped from the others lips. Daddy.  The word shot though Damian’s body like lightening and his cock twitched visibly, already starting to grow in reaction to that single word send with such god damn need. That word really was his kryptonite. It could send him into a sexual frenzy and really, make him do just about anything someone wanted. Damian swallowed and his adams apple bobbed as he took a step foward- a hand reaching out to curl into Jonah’s blond locks as he tugged that hair sharpy to the side. “Then I think baby boy has some decent tastes..” He purred as he leaned forward to brush his lips against the others. That dominance, harsher tone echoing with every word.  “You know you are good enough to eat, pretty boy. Rather tempted to strip you and just take you right here…Show you why you should always be bent over for Daddy. Remind you of your place in this world.” He teased as he pulled back to meet those eyes. That word really did set him off after all. “Fucked hard and left dripping, little one.”