#i tried not to take too many liberties with your babies

[awlimagines]

Pumpkin Jamboree

So, first things first. HUGE thanks to @just-a-pansy for allowing me to use his rival children for this prompt! You should definitely check them all out if you haven't already! The story is below the cut to be sure proper thanks were given. Please enjoy!

It felt surreal to you sometimes. What were the odds of so many of you having children around the same time frame? You couldn’t say you weren’t happy that things worked out this way. All your worries about Ellis having someone to play with were gone. You and Gustafa maintained good relationships, giving your son plenty of friends among the children of others who could have once been romantic rivals. 

You loved the tradition of the Pumpkin Jamboree. You remember crying when your parents told you that you were too old. So, it wasn’t a surprise to Gustafa when you eagerly volunteered to help the children dress up and lead them to the part Rock and Lumina were hosting at the Villa. The day had finally come, and you were focusing on restraining yourself from gathering the kids into a group hug.

Cecilia and Marlin’s daughters dressed as little scarecrows. You had no doubt Marlin sewed the costumes for them. Ava dutifully tried to keep her younger sister Marcie from unraveling her clothes by picking loose threads. Tito dressed like his father. If it wasn’t for him having Flora’s eyes, you would have thought Carter had reverted in age. Your son had stolen one of his father’s large green hats and begged Gustafa to make him a robe. Ellis now stood with his friends, loudly proclaiming he was a wizard and could create spells from music. It was his daddy’s love spell song that entrapped you after all. 

Blushing, you did your best to ignore Gustafa’s laughter as you ushered the children outside. Four kids couldn’t be hard to track and wrangle. They should be more manageable than the farm’s adventurous chickens. You enjoyed their babbling as you followed behind the group. You had the group detour before heading to the Inner Inn and through the village. Since Nina’s passing, you did your best to include Galen. The older man was starting to involve himself in Forget-Me-Not Valley again, and you wanted to be sure he was included in the Pumpkin Jamboree.

In a flutter of activity, more children joined the group. First, Nami’s son Mikhail tumbled down the inn’s stairs. His bright hair almost matched the pumpkin costume he wore. Following Mikhail’s appearance were Cody’s son, August, and Molly and Griffin’s child, Rae. You recognized August as a Renaissance painter, though you couldn’t name the exact one. Rae’s costume stumped you until they explained. They were a warrior princess. It was why they had a frilly top with pants and a sword. Didn’t you know slaying a dragon would be difficult in a dress? 

It wasn’t until you started the path uphill to the villa that you realized something was amiss. There were too many children. There should be seven, but each time you counted, there were eight. You picked out the child you didn’t know quickly. She looked like a girl with black hair, her white dress only shades lighter than her. You fought panic as she ran with the other kids to greet Edie (dressed as royalty) and play. 

“Maybe she’s one of those black-eyed children,” Rock mused when you asked him about the child. “Y’know, I’ve heard they come and bring misfortune wherever they wander. Though with how close the mountains are, maybe she’s a mountain spirit instead? I wonder if she’d be appeased with candy?” 

“Oh! I’ll ask her if she’s a ghost!” Marcie excitedly quipped before running off. 

You hadn’t realized she had come to stand near Rock and you. You could only imagine what Marcie said when she reached the other children gathered around Lumina. You shrank back and sidled away from Rock when Lumina fixed him with a glare. Her disgusted frown told exactly what she thought of him telling such stories around the children.

“Adora is Daryl’s granddaughter,” Lumina’s voice seemed to drip with displeasure as she joined you. “She must have wandered away from the lab when she saw the other kids. Rock, please go let Daryl know Adora is here.” 

Lumina sent her husband off with a wave, refusing to acknowledge his explanations for the time being. She sighed to you about how sometimes it felt like she had two children. Edie was obviously the better-behaved one. You laughed along with her, but your thoughts were elsewhere. Daryl had a granddaughter? The man hardly seemed that old; he must have decent genetics. Who had his wife been? You couldn’t wait to share this gossip with Gustafa.

[procrastination-queenie]

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x fem! Actress! Reader.

Synopsis: you express your love for Danny's nose.

Or

Daniel is your favourite pickle.

Warning(s): rude interviewer, mentions of insecurities, very mild smut.

Contains a short smau at the end.

Daniel never gave much thought to how he looked in general, not the physical aspect at least. Style wise, yeah, of course, as a world-famous athlete, he has to take care of how he looks, but that's mostly up to his stylist, especially during important events; such as this one.

Daniel was currently attending one of the most famous awards shows in the entire world, the Oscars, with you, his girlfriend. And never had he thought that someone, particularly an interviewer, would be questioning you about his looks, his physical look, specifically his nose.

"I am sorry, what?" You questioned with a frown on your face. "I just wanted to know what you think of Daniel's nose? Isn't it ... ugh I'd say too big? Has he thought about plastic surgery before?"

You continue to look at the interviewer in disbelief as you try to remain professional. Your facial expressions are not really your best friend. It has betrayed you many times on numerous occasions.

Throughout your entire career, you have learnt that interviewers like these with questions like that are trying to do two things: either provoke you to try and give something to the audience, which is most likely the aim of this question, or they just take the liberty of seeing you as a close friend who they can nag for information about your life. However, even your closest of friends never asked a question like this.

So, as a professional actress and a very loving girlfriend, you played out this situation in a smart way... by truly telling the interviewer how you felt about Danny's nose.

"Oh," you took your time to look at the interviewer before turning to Daniel, who you felt started to withdraw his grip over your waist. Daniel saw nothing in your eyes except love. Your brows were raised in concern and your lips pouty. "Baby, what's wrong with your nose?" You faked concern as you put both of your hands on each side of his face as if inspecting it. Danny chuckled at your adorable act. You asked him in a voice that he heard all the time when you were playing with his nephew. His eyes only focused on you, still holding his face between the palms of your hands, you turned to look at the interviewer with a funny look, as if the man was seeing things.

"I see nothing wrong with him," you almost whispered, turning to look back at Daniel as you stood on your toes to reach him. Daniel thought that you would give him a peck on the lips. Instead, you went for his nose and gave it a gentle kiss. He stood there in awe, looking like a love sick puppy that was wagging its tail happily while looking at the owner of his heart.

"He looks perfect to me. Actually, his nose looks like the Greek status that we see in museums," you said looking back at the interviewer who now grew annoyed by the fact that he couldn't get a reaction out of you or Daniel. "In fact, I think you're jealous because you wish you had a nose like his," you stated as a matter of fact.

The interviewer growing more uncomfortable by the second tried to end the conversation, seeing that you saw through him and did not give him what he wanted.

Daniel, on the other hand, couldn't keep his hand off you all night wanting nothing than to keep you in his arms, loving you, away from any preying eyes. It did not help after you had won the best actress award for your recent film, making him feel like he had won the world championship again.

That night, you straddled Daniel's naked waist wearing nothing but your undergarments and the chemise he had for the Oscars. Both of you, hair looked wild after all the love making you spent doing, feeling so proud of each other. You were staring at his face while your hand was tracing his cheeks softly. "You didn't have to answer that guy tonight, you know." Daniel said, feeling that it was not worth your effort to speak to someone like him. Your hands halted their soft tracing as you looked at him, listening to what he has to say on this. "I've dealt with interviewers like him before. He was not worth your time," Daniel said as his lips kissed your palm that rested on his cheek, eyes refusing to look at yours.

"Hey, look at me," you gently kept his head in its place, preventing him from moving it anywhere. Daniel raised his eyes to meet yours as your fingers continued to trace his cheek again. "I meant every word of what I said that night." Your fixed look on his eyes reflected nothing but sincerity. "Danny, if I could spend the rest of my life listing what I love about you, I'd do it, and it would never be enough," your eyes glistening as you recalled all times that you felt unworthy of his love, and because you didn't want the comment of a stupid ass interviewer to make him feel what you felt at your moments of insecurity. Daniel deserved to be loved for everything that he is. He will always own your heart in a way that no one has ever, or will ever do.

"Baby, what are you tearing up for now?" Daniel hated himself for ruining the mood. He wiped your tears as he took you in his arms. "It's just... I- I love you so much, and I would hate for you to be brought down by someone like that asshole," you sniffed as you hugged Daniel tightly. Daniel sighed as he hugged you back, putting his chin on top of your head.

"And I wanted everyone to know and for you to know that no matter what, you're pretty in my eyes,"

"even if you're turned into a jar of pickles, I would still love you the same," Daniel stiffled a laugh as he moved his head to try and get a look of your face that he's sure is all pouty.

"Yeah, but you'd still love me because you love pickles,"

"Yeah, well, I love you more, though." Daniel laughed so hard as he kissed your forehead. "Oh, wow. I feel special,"

"You should,"

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Y/UserName Forever, my favourite pickle.🥹✨️🥒

danielricciardo love you, too sweetheart ❤️ why the teary eyed emoji tho? 🥹

↬ Lilymhe @/danielricciardo, come get your gf. She's drunk and won't stop talking about pickles.🫠

↬danielricciardo omw 🏃‍♂️💨

FanUser1 I am feeling more and more single with each post 🙂

FanUser2 @/FanUser3 wake up. Mum is emotional and drunk, again.

FanUser4 We appreciate a drunk girlfriend in love 🤌🏻❤️

landonorris Did she just call you a pickle? 😂

↬maxverstappen1 I'm intrigued 👀

↬danielricciardo y'all just jealous you don't get to have cute pet names like me. 🙄

FanUser5 not Daniel actually taking the pet name seriously 😂

georgerussell63 @/carmenmmundt why am I not your pickle, too? 🥹

↬carmenmmundt George, you hate pickles. 🌚

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[number1jeonginstan]

Hiii!! I saw you take requests! I was wondering if could request something.

Really sweet sex with Chan x fem! Reader. You go out to a fancy party he needs to be seen at. He helps you into your dress and zips it up for you, he applies your mascara. Once they get back from the party, he just wants to show his love, you know? Really sweet sex with chan where he’s super gentle and sweet. I don’t have any preferences for that other than that at some point, he eats us out.

Also, can I be 🌻 anon?

-🌻

A/N: You gave me too much liberty with this fic. Something about Chan in a suit just makes me wanna go feral! I made it so he cough proposes cough because what’s cuter than that? Nothing! Anyway, I had so much fun writing this, it’s my longest fic to date and I’m so proud of it so I hope you like it and it does you justice! It just makes me so happy when people enjoy my writing!

WC: 3.5k (I genuinely asked myself what the fuck I was on when I saw that I wrote over 7 pages… this is the longest thing I’ve ever written)

Minors don't interact, 18+

Pairing: Non!Idol Bangchan x Gf(to a little more?)afab!reader

Warning: Tooth rotting fluff, like I felt like my teeth were falling out while writing this because I tried making it hella cute! Unprotected sex (Is it really one of my stories if they don’t have an underlying breeding kink?) 

“Hey babe, can you please help me zip this up?” you ran into your and Chan’s shared bedroom wearing a black tight-fighting sparkly dress. You guys were attending the Grammy’s where Chan was being nominated for best producer and songwriter. He was dressed head to toe in Givenchy, wearing a full black look. “Fuck baby, you look amazing,” he said while coming behind you and zipping your dress. 

He kissed your shoulder, his face falling into the crook of your neck. “So do you,” you said, turning around to admire him. He had kept his hair natural, his curls framing his forehead. “I’m so proud of you!” 

You kissed his lips, your lipstick slightly rubbing onto his, making his lips look red. “I’m so proud of you and everything you’ve achieved.” Chan had worked so hard to get to where he was in life and you would be stupid not to admit that. You know the time and effort he put into his work and you want him to see that what he has done has not been futile. 

You wanted to see him up on that stage, receiving the award that he has been working the last 7 years for. His close friends, Jisung and Changbin, were also going to be there, rooting him on. “We should get going, we don’t want to be late to you winning that award” you gave him a grin. 

“Babe, there are so many other more talented artists that are up for that award, I don’t think I’m going to win.” He groaned, following suit behind you, picking up your car keys from the counter. 

You stopped him mid-in his tracks. “Are you fucking kidding me?” you turned him around, forcing him to face you. “You are so talented and need to stop looking down at yourself” You fixed his tie, “You are going to win and then when we get home I’m gonna give you a reward.” You walked away from him quickly, hearing him jog to catch up to you. 

“And what would that reward be?” grabbing your waist as you were getting out of the door. “Now that is a surprise.” 

You both finally got into his car, you in the passenger seat while his right hand gripped your thigh, the other on the wheel. It was a comfortable silence, while you zoned out, looking out the window, he occasionally looked at you. He grinned to himself, what would he do without you. 

When you finally arrived at the show, you told him to walk the red carpet alone. “They don’t know who I am, but they need to know you, so please just go.” He wouldn’t budge, “I’m not going without you, I would rather turn around and go home. Jisung or Bin can represent me instead.” 

You groaned out loud, “Why, this is your moment, you should do this by yourself.” He stopped you mid-sentence. “This is our moment, I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you, so we are going together or not at all. “Fine, let’s go together superstar” you giggled into his ear, eliciting a laugh from him. 

You guys walked through the red carpet, cameras flashing all around you. You felt like you were going blind, but for Chan, it was second nature. Someone had called him over and he dragged you along with him. 

“So Chris, tell us what you are dressed in. If I may say, you look quite dapper.” The reporter stated, causing Chan to laugh a bit. “My girlfriend and I” he wrapped his hand around your hip, pulling you closer to him “are both wearing Givenchy.”  

“Wow, can I say, you both look beautiful, but now on to the serious question. How does it feel to be nominated for a Grammy? 

“I feel great, I’m so thankful to all my fans for putting me in the position where I can make music that they enjoy. I am also thankful for my family, friends, and most of all my girlfriend for always being there for me, giving me constant support, and dealing with my constant all-nighters” he poked your cheek, “to help me get to where I am and do what I love.” 

“Wow, well thank you so much for your time, I wish you the best of luck and I hope the two of you have an amazing night!” 

You both waved the reporter goodbye, wishing her a good rest of her night. You both walked around a bit, meeting big names and saying hi. Looking around Chris could feel the effort he’s been putting in for the past few years. 

The all-nighters, the never coming home, the days where he forgot dates with you or anniversaries. You stood beside him through all of it, you were the one that was constantly supporting him, and that’s why he wanted to surprise you when you got home tonight.

The ring he had bought to propose to you was burning a hole through his pocket. He prayed that you didn’t know, that it could be a surprise for when the two of you got home. He even got Changbin and Jisung in on it, convincing them to let him go home with you after in exchange for tickets to the after-party. 

“Wow, it is beautiful in here,” you said, looking at the room in awe. Then you pointed out the stage, “look that’s where you are going to get your award” you giggled, kissing his cheek. 

“How many times have we talked about this, I don’t know if I’m going to win or not” he groaned into your ear, the both of you walking to your designated seats, sitting down. “How many times have I told you not to think negatively? I believe you are going to win, so that’s good enough for me.” 

He sighed next to you, you had no idea how lucky he was to find you. He would have been lost without you, aimlessly swimming in the sea, if it wasn’t for you, his rock. When the two of you first started dating, you always told him to achieve his dreams. 

It was five months into your relationship, and you both were supposed to go on a date, but he was so wrapped up in work that he forgot about it. He also forgot basic necessities, like eating and sleeping, he was just too enamored with his work. You had ended up calling him and asking him where he was. He profusely apologized telling you that he had lost all track of time, that he would be right there, but you just told him to not worry about it. 

What he didn't expect was that you were going to bring him a basket of food he liked to his studio. “I told you not to worry about it!” you giggled, bringing his favorite dish. “I know how hard you work, so please don’t worry about it. It’s okay if you forget sometimes, I don’t want to get in the way of you and your passion, as long as you make some time for me!” 

That was the moment he knew he was in love with you. From then on, he tried to put a little less focus into his music, and some into you. He loved that after work, you would come to the studio with him, listen to his demos, and give input. His last relationship was nothing like this. He was constantly busy and the girl ended up cheating on him, making it hard for him to trust others again, but when it came to you, everything came naturally. 

It wasn’t just him that loved you, it was the artist he worked with. Jisung and Changbin also loved you, constantly asking to hang around with you. You were perfect for him, and he never wanted to let you go. 

“Are you excited, your category is next!” He had lost all track of time, just thinking about you. He just smiled, he wanted to win, but he also knew that if he didn’t he still had you. You would never amount his success to the numbers or awards he won, but the effort he put into his work. He just looked at you with his signature smile. “Yeah, I hope I win.” 

That was the first time he ever said anything like that and you beamed a smile at him. “I know you will” you whispered into his ear. As the commercial break was going on before the next award was presented, he took a sip of your champagne, trying to cool down his own nerves. You looked at him in shock, Chan barely ever drank. “Something to help with the nerves,” he told you and you just nodded. 

The infomercials had finally ended and they were about to announce the winner of the best producer of the year. You took Chan’s hand in yours in anticipation, “And the winner is… drum roll please” Your grip around his hand tightened “Christopher Bahng!” 

His face was one of shock, he was bewildered seeing the camera on him. You just smiled at him, clapping. He quickly got up and walked to the stage. The hostess passed him a mic while he stood with the Grammy in his hand. 

“Ummm, wow I was not expecting this at all” the room laughed, “I want to keep this short and sweet, but I don’t think I can. I truly appreciate everyone who has been with me since the beginning, it warms my heart knowing that so many people enjoy the music I make and I am appreciative to my close friends Changbin and Han who helped me make my music” 

You heard them shout behind you, while people stared in their direction. “I want to thank my family and especially my girlfriend especially because without them I don’t think I would have made it this far. I am entirely grateful for all the support, and please look out for new music. Thank you once again!” 

Everyone cheered as he got off the stage and you ran up to him, giving him a bear hug. “I told you, I know everything, I knew you would win.” Before you could even finish your sentence, he kissed your lips. “Thank you, for everything, truly, I love you so much,” he said, kissing your lips again. “I love you too.”

After the show was over, you were prepared to go to the after-party, but as you got into the car, you saw the map showing your address. “Channie, don’t you want to go celebrate?” you asked, a bit puzzled. “I do, and I want to celebrate with you, in the comfort of our home.” 

You just sighed, confused by his decision, but happy that he was going to get some rest at home. The drive back was just as silent, you falling asleep, face pressed to the window. You were tired from the entire day and were glad to get some rest, Chan was also glad because he knew the night you both had in store.

When you both got home, you were about to open your side when Chris stopped you. “Nuh uh” he said, wiggling his finger causing a giggle from your lips. He walked around, opening your side of the car. “Wow, I really am a passenger princess aren’t I?” 

“You don’t even know the most of it.” 

Before your feet could even touch the ground, he picked you up, carrying you bridal style to the door. As you got inside, he told you to enter, he had to get something from the car. You just nodded, taking off your shoes at the front entrance, and turning on the light to your apartment. 

You saw an entire row of pedals on the floor, covering every inch. You walked in still confused, seeing your living room covered with pictures of you and Chan, memories from your dates, even the napkin from your first date when you accidentally dropped coffee on his lap, profusely apologizing. “Channie, what’s going on?” 

You turned around to see him on one knee in front of you. “I didn’t expect to be giving two speeches today, but this one is more important than the one I gave earlier in the night. You have been here through thick and thin, you stayed up just to see me and give me a kiss some nights. You sat with me when I got the flu, you make me feel like I’m the only man in the world. That day when you brought food to my studio, I knew I was in love with you. You are the only person in this universe for me. Will you please make me the happiest man on this planet, and marry me?” 

You began to sob in front of him, “Is that a yes or a no? Because I had to bribe Felix to do this for me, and that was hard, I had to buy him a brand new CPU and GPU.” Before he continued to ramble on, you grabbed him, brought him back to his feet, and kissed him. “Yes, yes, yes, a million times yes.” 

He grinned into your kiss, placing the ring on your finger. “Christopher Chan Bhang, this is way too big, how much did this cost?” You looked at the ring placed on your finger, it was huge. “Not much for a Grammy award winner like me” he giggled, picking you up and spinning around. “Now please, let me show you how much you mean to me.” 

You simply nodded, allowing him to take you to your shared bedroom. “Though I think you look absolutely stunning in this dress, let me take it off you?” You simply nodded, allowing him to undo the zipper, slowly pulling the dress off you. You covered your tits with your arms, the dress having padding, making it so you didn’t have to wear a bra. You were just in your panties. 

“Fuck baby, you always look so beautiful,” he said, causing you to look at him shyly. No matter how many times you both have slept together, you always felt like it was the first time. He was so attentive, loving every inch of your body like you were heaven on earth. He placed a kiss to your lips, laying you on the bed. 

You tried to undo his pants as he took off his tux jacket, but he stopped you. “Tonight is about you princess okay? Be a good girl and let me take care of you.” You just nodded, wanting to speak up, but not wanting to stop him. 

“Fuck princess, you look so good. Always look so good for me, look at you.” He dragged his hands against your thighs, kissing you as he brought a hand to your nipple, playing with it. You moaned as he began to rub against it. “Fuck, always so vocal for me.” 

He placed another kiss on your lips before he went down, slowly opening your thighs with his hands. “Just want to taste you, baby”

He began to kiss your thighs, making you squirm underneath him. His kisses were wet and hot, but they felt amazing. He slowly worked himself to the place you needed him most. He placed a kiss on your covered cunt, taking his hand and hooking it to your underwear, slowly bringing it down your legs. 

You could feel the cool air on your pussy, causing you to moan. Before you could even react fully, he licked a strip on your folds, making you moan. “Fuck baby, you just keep tasting better and better, can’t get enough of your delicious cunt.” 

He began to dive into your pussy like a man starved, placing a finger on your clit while he worked in and out of your hole. You moaned and brought your hand to his hair. “Want you to sit on my face, can you do that baby?” You nodded, you had never done it before scared that you were somehow going to hurt him, but he looked at you with his pleading eyes. 

You couldn’t say no to him, it looked like he wanted to do it more than you. You got up, allowing him to lay down underneath you. He rid himself of his clothes first, the only piece of clothing on his body being his boxers. You placed your hands on the headboard as he lay underneath you, grabbing your things with his hands. 

“I have a pretty big nose you know, and it’s perfect for this.” Before you could even giggle at what he said, he began to eat your cunt out. His nose was rubbing against your clit, causing you to moan out his name.

“Fuck, so good Channie, so good, you feel so good.” He moaned in response, the vibrations being sent through your hole and to your core. His tongue was hitting that spot inside of you, making you feel wonders. You didn’t think you could stay up any longer. “Feels good baby?” He spoke into you, causing you to moan even louder. “So good, can’t control myself”

“It’s okay baby, get off on my face, cum all over it baby please.” You moaned, he took one of his fingers, adding extra stimulation to your clit, causing you to cum all over his face. He kept going, over-stimulating you. “Fuck baby, you taste so good, can’t wait to taste you for the rest of our lives. 

“Please Channie, need you, need your cock inside of me.” That was all Chan needed to flip you around. You were underneath him and you could still see your cum dripping off his face. He kissed you, his tongue entering your mouth, allowing you to taste your arousal on him. “Baby, I’m so excited for you to take my cock.” 

He took off his boxers, and let his dick slap his stomach. Chan’s size never seemed to surprise you, he was so big, but it was perfect. His cock was perfect for you, always hitting the specific spots inside you. “Give me a second baby, let me go get a condom” 

You stopped him, “Want it in me raw this time” You looked at him with your doe eyes. If looks could kill, Chan would be dead right now. He felt like he ascended to heaven right there and then. “Fuck baby, gonna fuck you so well then. You weren’t joking when you said you had a surprise for me.”  

He slowly entered his cock inside you, making the both of you moan at the same time. “Fuck princess, this pussy takes me so well, I’m so glad that this is going to be mine forever.” 

His cock was finally fully in you, he slowly began to fuck into you, already hitting that spongey part inside of you causing you to moan his name. “Fuck, so good Channie, you feel so good.” 

He kissed your lips again, you both weren’t fucking, you were making love. He started thrusting inside you faster as you wrapped your legs around him. It was your signal to him that you wanted more, that you wanted to be drilled into the bed, and that’s exactly what he did. 

You were both moaning, your pussy clenching around him and his cock throbbing inside of you. You both were close, your moans becoming more and more as his grunts became louder. “Want to cum with you okay princess” you just nodded, “want you to cum in me Chris”

That was exactly what you both needed to cum over the edge. His cock came inside of you, your walls covered in his cum as your walls milked him dry. The both of you lay like this for what felt like hours until he spoke up. “Let me clean you up”

You allowed him to, he picked you up after he drew a bath for the both of you. 

“What was that surprise you wanted to give me?” he asked as you guys finally got back into bed. “You will find out in the morning,” you said kissing his lips before the both of you fell asleep in each other’s arms. 

You woke up to hear screaming outside your room. “There is a puppy at our door!” you heard him shout from your shared bedroom. He ran into the room. “This was the surprise?” he grinned, his smile spread from ear to ear. “We have to start our family some way?” you said. He stared at the dog in awe, petting behind his ears. 

“What should I name you, huh?” he said in a baby voice. “I’m thinking wolfie, he kind of looks like a wolf, and you. That’s why I got him.” 

He came over, pecking kisses all over your face. “I love you y/n” 

“I love you too Chris” 

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[emmyrosee]

Hey if you’re ever not busy can you do a Suna fic where he just got his wisdom teeth removed😭I’ve seen it done on so many haikyuu characters but Suna and I think it’s so cute. You also write him the best😓

THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR THE KIND WORDS AND THE ADORABLE PROMPT 😭💖💖💖

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The nurse told you that they’d used a strong anesthetic because of how impacted his teeth were, but when it took them quite a few times to finally wake him up, you knew you were in for a ride.

Rintaro always hated the dentist. Always. He blames it on childhood trauma (he didn’t have any. He never brushed his teeth and that was his problem) but up until last night, months after his dentist told him he’d need an extraction as soon as possible, he’d been trying to get out of it.

Deep down, seeing him so relaxed in the chair was a relief. The teeth were out, now he has to heal. Easy enough.

You smile as you make your way over to his slowly waking body, taking his hand gently in yours to be the first thing when he woke up. Kissing the knuckles finally had him stirring, and he blinked those bleary green eyes open at you, you practically saw the hearts forming in them.

“Morning, sunshine,” you coo, moving your free hand over to card the messy locks of hair from his face. “How do you feel?”

He tries to speak, but it comes out as a croaky ‘guhhh’ and from a few feet away, the nurse chuckles.

“He’ll have some nasty cotton mouth- literally- for the next few days, but communication should be normal as he starts to wake up,” she says, snapping the gloves off her hands. Then, she passes you the care directions, “no rush. If you need anything, just press the buzzer.” At this point, Rintaro has taken the liberty of grabbing all the gauze he can to put in his mouth. You assume it’s to absorb all the spittle.

“No, no honey,” you chuckle, gently grabbing his hands and pulling the damp cloth out easily. “Be careful. We can change your gauze when we get home.”

“I ‘ont wonna shange my gods,” he mumbles, resting his hands on yours. “‘Ike my gods.”

“Gauze, baby,” you titter. You lean over to plant some kissed onto his forehead, hoping your affections will ease him back more. “The nurse said you might be woozy when you stand, so let’s take it slow okay?”

“Yesh, bosh,” he slurs out. He blinks his foggy eyes before letting them wander around the room, over the sharp objects and wooden cupboards, all before wandering back to you. They widen before a brow quirks in confusion, "who're you 'gain?"

"Me?" You snicker. "I'm the one who's gonna keep you alive for the next few days. Your parents are away, so you're stuck with me." You turn your head slightly, "though that may be the other way around."

"Keep me 'live?" Now, he gives you a small, messy smirk. "'re too schexy to keep me 'live."

"Are you hitting on me?"

He doesn't answer you. Instead, he lets out a small string of laughter, head rolling around his neck in haze. You snort before opting to move him up and out of the room, "come on Romeo. Before you pass out on me."

"nuh-uh," he argues. You, however, choose to ignore him.

It's hard to pay attention when there's a pile of 185 centimeter man on your right shoulder, saying goodbye to every hygienist, dentist, secretary, patron, and flower on the sidewalk on the way to the car. There's a slurp from the spittle in his mouth that rings in your ear and makes you want to gag, but you chose to count some of your blessings.

He's at least mobile- unlike the horror stories you've heard about Osamu falling asleep in the seat while Atsumu wailed about the bandaid on his arm.

Finally, you and your oaf are able to make it to the car, his eyes closed in an attempt to sleep, and you jostle him awake slightly.

"I need you to work with me just a bit longer, okay?"

"When'd we get ousside?" He slurs.

"Not long after you said goodbye to the flowers," you say, rolling your eyes. "Watch your head, babe."

He ducks under your guiding palm, but you're not fast enough before he bumps the crown of his head against the door frame, mumbling a soft "ow" before moving on. It takes everything in your power to not laugh at his poor expense.

"It's because you've got such a big melon head, booger," you tease, and he smiles softly.

"'Ike mewons."

"I know baby."

You buckle him in before closing the door. You give yourself a stretch before heading to the driver's side.

You hadn't had him out of your sight for 25 seconds before you open the door and see him with your chapstick, completely rolled up and making a move towards his mouth.

He's either eating it, or trying to apply it.

Neither sounds like a good idea.

“Rintaro!” You scold, reaching for the chapstick. “You can’t eat that! You’ll get sick!”

“You’re th'ick,” he grumbles, but he does release his hold on your chapstick. His head thunks back against the headrest, letting you buckle while he says one more round of goodbyes to the flowers.

"Gonna nap," he murmurs, and you chose not to fight him on it. "Don't pick mah nothe."

"Why the hell would I do that?" You ask, laughing as you start the car.

He doesn't answer you. He's too busy letting his jaw slack open and let out the wheeziest of snores. You put your hand on his thigh and squeeze lovingly, allowing the hum of the engine and warmth from the sun lull him to sleep.

He's out, he's comfortable, and you can't wait to tell him about how, even drugged out of his mind, he still tried to put the moves on you.

You'll have to leave out the head smacking, though. Let him blame himself for that bruising.

[toxicanonymity]

a day in the filth

2.7k | brat tamer!joel x f!reader | master

“Fuck,” he mutters to himself. He puts the phone down and the screen shows his office ceiling while you hear his belt unfasten and his zipper.  You’re weak from  overstimulation . . .when he picks the phone up again, his face is twisted with need. 

SUMMARY: ONE SHOT. NO plot. NO character dev. Just 24 hours of being ruined by Joel in multiple ways and holes. Filth from the first sentence to the last. Asks/Anons: plugging, IRL Joel, dad's worst enemy. Can stand alone but I pictured daddy!Joel.

WARNINGS: I8+, big girthy age gap (legal), grumpy brat tamer joel, use of “daddy,”  use of pet names, breeding, unsafe P in V, vaginal plugging, toy, overstimulation, crying, a little anal, semi-public and public masturbation, he's a little rough,  mean, nasty, lots of degradation, including stretching and breeding related & more, tries to make you eat your veggies. taking creative liberties with toys and ruination. another possibly ridic line sry. NO USE OF Y/N.

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Joel’s hips slam into you one last time in the mating press and you moan his name as he begins to pulse inside.  The rhythmic swell of his cock against your walls sets off aftershocks and you whimper. He sighs, “There ya go, baby” and finishes emptying himself as deep into you as possible.   Then he grabs your chin in his hand.  “What do you say?”

“Thank you, Daddy.” 

It's almost bedtime, and you can barely keep your eyes open. He puts two pillows under your ass then carefully pulls out. “How long do I have to stay like this” you ask, wanting to curl up and go to sleep. 

“What’d you say?”

“Nothing, it’s fine.”

He glares at you. “What do you think my answer is?”

“Until you say.”

“That’s right. But ya know what? Do what ya want tonight. I’m goin’ out.”

“Without me?”

"Too many men." He tucks himself into his boxers and begins to pull up his pants. "least now you won't be lyin' around cryin' for my cock the whole time."

He doesn’t say another word.  He gets ready and leaves. He comes back later and puts a black bag in the nightstand before he takes off his clothes and gets in bed.  

“Are you mad?” you ask, surprised he's not fucking you again. 

“Just tired.” 

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In the morning, you wake up to the sound of Joel rummaging in the bag in his nightstand.  You think maybe he’s gonna use a new toy on you, but when he gets between your legs, he isn’t holding anything.  He scoots you to the edge of the bed, up near the pillows and nightstand. 

He stands facing the bed, then dips his knees enough to hover over your stomach and lets his massive morning wood hang heavily onto your mound. He backs up an inch and it grazes your clit.  He kneels on the floor between your legs and kisses your cunt, massaging your breasts until you're dripping wet.  Then he gets up, braces an arm on the bed, notches his tip at your entrance, and shoves into you with a sigh. "Mornin', baby," he says as your bodies are flush. 

"Morning, Daddy."  You wrap your legs around him and he pounds you, grunting and sighing. He's in a better mood this morning, and he's fucking you good. You wonder what he did last night but know better than to ask. He buries his length in you completely each time. You writhe and moan under him. He latches onto your neck, bottoms out, and grinds against you with small movements, moaning "Mmmm" into your skin.

"Give it to me baby," he says into your neck. “Choke it and I’ll fill ya up.” He backs up, thrusts into you hard, and you see stars, clenching around him. He takes your thighs in his hands, holding them up as he continues to fuck you through your climax.  With your walls hugging and spasming around his wood, he sighs loudly and lets himself come, slightly lifting your hips off the bed as he fills you up.

Without pulling out, Joel reaches into the nightstand. He unsnaps a bottle of lube and returns with a bulbous silicone toy, glistening at one end. “Gonna plug you up now.”

He slowly pulls out, careful not to spill any cum.  When some trickles out, he pushes it back in with his cock then resumes his gradual exit.  As soon as he’s out, you feel the cool silicone tip at your entrance then he pushes it into you.  You feel full, but not as full as his cock. 

"Too easy,” he mutters. “Hope it’s big enough to stay..” Your face burns.  “got ya all stretched out.” He’s getting you horny again already. “Shoulda gotten the big daddy size, huh?” He tucks his cock into his boxers. "Forgot how bad I ruin ya."

He rolls you over and smacks your ass. “you’re gonna keep that inside.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“If it leaks, you lemme know, babydoll.”

“I will. How long do I. . ." You change your mind and trail off.

“God damnit. How long am I gonna say, baby?”

“Until you say”

“‘til I take it out myself.”

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Joel leaves for work.  You go downstairs to have breakfast and watch tv.  In certain positions, the plug nudges your g-spot and drives you crazy.  You want to do some reading, but It’s impossible to concentrate on anything. 

You impulsively text him, “Can I please take it out? I’ll lie down instead” then think better of it and immediately unsend the message. 

Joel responds, “What did you unsend you brat.”

"Nothing. Miss u"

“You leaking? Put some panties on and keep your snail trail off my sofa.”

“No”

“Then what is it”

You don’t answer.  You lie down on the sofa, sleepy enough to take a nap already. He says “?” then, “Last chance.” 

A few seconds later, the plug vibrates violently inside you, jolting you up with your chest pounding.  

“Oh, fuck,” you whisper. You sit there not doing anything at all, just breathing, thinking about Joel, and soon enough it has you on the edge.  You lick your fingers, lay back, and bring your hand to your clit and rub yourself for relief. “Oh god,” you whisper to no one, then you come.  But the toy doesn’t turn off.  

You whine with the overstimulation then get a video call from Joel. 

He’s in his corner office with his glasses on. 

“Please, daddy, I already came.”

His voice is quiet but stern. “You’re gonna come again while I watch. you best get to rubbin’ that pretty little clit.”

You reach between your legs and rub yourself until you’re writhing on the sofa whimpering as you come again. The vibration continues. Your eyes pinch shut. 

You open your eyes and can still only see Joel from the chest up. But his arm is slowly moving off screen and his hand must be in his lap.  “Fuck,” he mutters to himself. He puts the phone down and the screen shows his office ceiling for a minute and you hear his belt unfasten and his zipper.  You’re weak from  overstimulation as the vibrator keeps on. You hear the squirt of lotion into his hand, then he picks the phone up again and his face is twisted with need.  His mouth hangs open as he strokes himself and watches you whimper on the sofa.  You’re nearly crying at this point but you know you can’t put the phone down. 

“C’mon, you can do it,” he says.  “You’re doin’ so good, baby, Look so hot.” You sit in a position that lets it touch your g-spot and soon you're in tears.  “That’s it, baby.”  The orgasm seizes your body and you moan loudly. “Good girl,” he pants. “Gooood girl.”  You can hear the squish of his hand around his cock. 

“One more for daddy,” he breathes. “real quick.” He does something on his phone and the vibration intensifies. You whimper. 

You take a deep breath and nod, then wince as you touch yourself again.  

“Oh god baby,” he sighs, “you’re bein’ such a–ohhh—such a good girl for daddy.” 

“Just for you, daddy,”  You whimper. 

“Yeahh,”  he pants, “you’re a hot little slut—ohh, oh god—but just for daddy”

You nod tearfully. 

He sighs. “Such a good girl.” 

Your body begins to jerk and contract again and as soon as you moan his name, Joel puts his phone down and sighs, “Ah, fuck, ah–oh god-” off screen you can hear him grab a tissue and softy groan, “ohhh, oh yeah.” Then he picks the phone back up and looks at you affectionately.

There’s a knock at his office door, and you hang up. But the vibrator keeps going for several minutes and you feel like you’re almost gonna be sick. 

When it stops, you get a text. “Did you hang up on me you brat”

“Sorry, I got scared,” you respond. 

He doesn’t say anything. 

You get dressed and start to do some things around the house. 

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Around noon, he texts you "get upstairs. Now." Five minutes later, Joel’s truck pulls into the driveway. When you look out the bedroom window, his tie is already loosened and his sleeves are rolled up. He reaches for his belt as he quickly walks to the door. 

He comes up the stairs two at a time.  You’re sitting on the bed when he gruffly asks, “Why are your clothes on?” He tears off your pants and panties as you remove your shirt and bra.  You can’t wait to take the plug out. 

He puts his phone and keys on the nightstand and flips you over face down on the edge of the bed where you were this morning.  

“Don’t you ever hang up on me,” he warns as he pushes your head into the bed.

“I didn't want you to get in trouble.”

“”I'm the boss, I don't get in trouble.”

“Ok.”

“Who’s the boss?”

“You are, daddy. im sorry”

“That’s right.” 

You tilt your hips for him and he runs his thumb over the end of the plug.  “Good girl,” he says. He kneels down and gives it a kiss, then trails his tongue up to your asshole.  He spreads your cheeks with both hands and twirls his tongue around it before pressing it hard against your tight little hole and sucking. He lets it go with a kiss. 

He holds you down with one arm as he lubes his fingers and his cock.  

"I want it in the front,” you protest. 

"I know ya do, angel. Would ya rather get nothin'?"

"No."

"Then you’re gonna take what daddy gives ya." He teases your asshole with one cold, wet finger. "n' you're gonna take it where I put it." He inches his finger into you. He slowly pushes in and out and rotates his finger. "Relax, baby." With some more massaging, you begin to relax. He rotates his finger to face the floor. 

"Good girl." He gradually adds another finger, both of them facing down. He slides them in and out and curls them toward your cunt.  You feel even more full with the pressure on the plug. 

"Yeah, you're plugged real good, I can feel it." 

He leans one knee on the edge of the bed and reaches under your chest to grope a breast. 

He wiggles his fingers inside you, making more room before continuing to fuck you with them. 

Then he slides his fingers out. He wipes his hand on a tissue and gets more lube, then his wet cock nudges your back door.  He takes hold of your hips and pushes the tip into you.  You gasp as the crown breaches your asshole entirely.  "Daddy," you whimper. 

“Relax, baby. That was the biggest part, ‘member?”

He pushes further and you gasp again. You’ve never felt as full as you are with your cunt plugged up and Joel's massive cock in your ass.  He pushes to the hilt with a low sigh. He slowly backs up, then pushes in again.  The next time he retreats, he grabs your hips and slams into you. "Yeah," he sighs. It's not what you wanted but it sure as hell feels good. 

He fucks you for a minute, filling your ass to the brim, a fullness you've truly never felt before. "oh yeah, this hole's still tight," he pants. He slows down his speed but doesn't hold back on power. He lifts an ass cheek and drops it to watch it jiggle. "god damn, you got a nice ass, baby." He grunts as he buries his length between your plush cheeks, and you begin to moan less restrained. 

He picks up his phone then the vibration roars to life, shaking your core and massaging his cock through your wall. 

"Oh, fuck," Joel shudders. He backs up, slams into you, bottoming out, then spits on his clean hand and reaches around to touch your clit.  "Ohh, daddy," you whimper and start to come almost instantly. Your convulsions around him are too much for Joel to bear. 

He slams into you again and pulses massively into your guts. "Ohhh, baby." He slaps your ass then kneads it as he finishes coming. 

Mercifully, he stops the vibrator.  You roll over and say, "I wish it could be you in both holes."

He laughs and pinches your cheek. "Me too, baby."

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That night you go out to dinner, still plugged up. 

You order just Mac and cheese.

"Would you eat a real fuckin meal for once?" 

"I'm not that hungry"

"At least get a vegetable, too."

"I don't want one"

 "Your dad never made you eat'em, did he? Useless prick. You need some goddamn nutrients" Joel scoffs.  

"Why do you care so much?"

 He lowers his voice. "Your body can't do what I want if it's starving for nutrients"

"I can do whatever you-"

"I'm talkin' 'bout your womb, you dumb slut." This is hogwash and you know it, but it's kind of cute. It's only been a week. You don't want vegetables, though.

"Daddyyy" You whine.  

He lowers his voice. "What'd I tell you about callin' me that in public? Hmm? Only when I say it first."

"Daddy you fucked me so good this morning."

He takes a deep breath in through his nose and looks around.  

He gets out his phone and turns the vibrator on, looking to humiliate you. Your body jolts but you whimper "Oh, Daddy."

He turns up the intensity all the way and you gasp "oh fuck." 

You can't sit still.  You cover your mouth and whimper. You squirm in your seat. Stretching back, trying to get it away from your g-spot. You reach between your legs. 

 "Don't you dare," he says sternly and turns it off. He asks for the food to go and adds a side of broccoli. 

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When you get home, he brings another black bag in from the car and sets it on the nightstand. He rustles around with it while you take off your clothes.  Then he puts you on the bed face up. He unbuttons and unzips his slacks and pulls the waistband of his boxers down under his cock.  

"Let's see how ya did."  He hikes up your dress, takes off your panties. 

First the looks at the panties and says "fuck, you were leakin' all over the place."  Then he tosses them aside, slowly pulls out the plug, and brings it to your mouth. 

"Open wide," he says. "Hold this."

He sticks the plug in your mouth, covered in the combined froth of your juices and the effects of the vibration. It's salty, sits awkwardly in your mouth and sticks out. 

You feel his spend from the morning beginning to trickle out of you.  He swipes his fingers through it,  gets down on his knees and pushes it back in. When he pushes his two fingers into you he groans "god damn," and adds a third right away. "Oh baby, you're so stretched out," he marvels as he carefully removes his fingers, trying not to let any more cum spill out. "God damn, I thought I ruined ya before." 

His talk is making you throb and squirm. "Guess that's what happens," he sighs. "fuck ya open real good then plug it up so it stays." 

"Gimme that, we're gonna need a bigger plug."  He holds out his hand under your mouth and you let the toy drop into his hand. He tosses it to the side. 

"Shoulda known. Take this cock too good for a Small." Now he’s just turning himself on.  He lubes his hand and starts stroking himself. 

You egg him on, protesting, "You always say I'm tight."

He laughs. "Maybe for this cock." He slowly strokes himself.  "But trust me, baby. You're ruined for anyone else."  

He lines himself up, then pushes his cock into you, bottoming out in one smooth thrust. "God damn, baby." He pounds you harder than usual. "Guess you can take it even better now, can't ya?"

"Yeah, Daddy"

"So wet too, just drippin' for me." 

"Feels so good," you sigh. 

Joel slams into you then moves his cock inside you in a swirling  motion. "God damn," he sighs. "Gonna be so loose when I'm through with ya." He swirls his hips again. "baby'll slide right out at this rate." 

He slams into you and rotates his hips again, grinding against your clit. Your back arches and you whimper "ruin me, daddy."  He keeps railing you hard.

"Yeah," he pants. "Good girl." 

You moan as you contract around him. 

"Now I feel ya," he says.  "Couldn't feel shit before."

He plunges into you one more time and erupts, pulsing massively, gushing into his previous load, replacing what was lost.  

He leans over you as he finishes coming, holding your legs up. He takes a new, bigger plug out from the black bag, then he carefully pulls out his cock. 

He pushes the plug into you without lube this time and it slides right in. "god damn," he marvels. "shoulda got the Large, too."

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[meabh-mcinness]

Hello there! I just wanted to say that ive been a fan of yours for a bit and I really really love your work. I hope you keep up the amazing feels and are doing good in general!

I would like to ask for iruma with mom!reader.

WITH RECENT EVENTS! in the manga our boy needs some proper comfort.

I want the reader to hold iruma and tell him that everyone started caring about him because of him, I wanna see along the lies of the reader telling him " they will see the human in you and they will love you for it just like you love them as the demons they are"

( i also want mama reader just going full on quiet rage on kalegos brother to the point her aura consumes the ball room and he feels like his chest to going to cave in)

IRUMA IS SAD BUT ALL HIS ADOPTIVE PARENTS ARE WILLING TO HELP!

But thank you for taking the time to reade this i hope that this isn't too hard for you to do and please keep being awesome!

Thank you very much! I've been doing good, though I'm tired what with starting a new job and all, and I hope you are as well!

Sorry this took so long to get out, but it's finally here! Hopefully you're OK with it, since I did take a little bit of liberties with it.

Main Masterlist

Boss B*tch

When Narnia tries to put Iruma in his place, it ends up being him who is shot down instead. By you, Iruma's parent, who is none too pleased that an overconfident mutt hurt their baby's feelings. Luckily, if there is one thing humans are good at, it's mimicking that they are much more fearsome predators than they actually are.

TW! The only thing I can think of is the reader does draw a bit of blood and grabs Narnia's hair and threatens him. I don't think there's anything else?

One minute.

You had looked away for one minute, distracted by Alice and Razzbery fighting over Amaryllis, and when you looked back your son was no longer by your side. A frown flitted over your face as you swept your eyes over the ballroom. With so many colourful outfits, it was rather easy to find the blue-haired boy in his near black suit. He was still back where you had been originally, standing by Fenrir, or Fen-chan as he insisted on being called.

Iruma appeared to be sparkling as he chattered on about something. A fond smile appeared on your face as you excused yourself from the group to wander back over to him. Logically, you knew that you had to let him go off on his own, and yet you were incredibly anxious to leave him be when surrounded by so many high-ranking demons. And evidently, as you watched Iruma's face scrunch into confusion before falling into fear as Fenrir said something in return, you had been right to feel so.

Your eyes narrowed, your smile falling as Fenrir started to crowd in Iruma's space. You were close enough now that you could hear what it was that Fenrir was saying. He seemed to be going on a rant about the possibility of humans invading the Netherworld and, from the way he phrased it, made it obvious to you that he was more than aware of their existence and seemed to have a personal vendetta against them.  And more than likely he knew about you and Iruma being humans. As much as you had liked his quips, it was obvious.

Fenrir was a danger.

And you wouldn't allow danger near your son. Not after coming so close to losing him in the heartbreaker exam. Your nerves, which had been slowly loosening since then, tightened once more and your teeth were bared before you had even thought about it. Eyes narrowed, you watched as Amaryllis pounced on Iruma from behind out of nowhere, and vaguely wondered how she had got there first, before pushing the thought away. It was obvious from the way her body was tensed, one hand raised, that she was about to attack Fenrir too, but you had got there first.

Before she could strike out, you were there, palm hitting his face, nails digging into his skin as your hand flew out. You watched as he fell to the ground, his eyes widened in shock at the force and his blood splattering out against the ground next to him. You were suddenly very happy that you had grown your nails out to try and blend in with the demons here, as he tentatively raised one of his hands to the shallow claw marks on his cheek, blood still rising to the surface.

It was rather obvious from his dropped mouth and empty eyes that he was in a state of shock, as if he really couldn't comprehend that someone, much less you, had actually struck him. From the corner of your eyes, you could also see everyone else staring at the two of you as well. Amaryllis seemed to be stuck somewhere between surprise and pride, and Iruma had forgone all composure as he stared with eyes wide and mouth open, and all the varying demons around seemed to be imitating him.

To be fair, you could kind of understand why. This was a ball where they were supposed to be celebrating the future, and now there appeared to be two individuals fighting.  One of which was a self-proclaimed third most important member of the Border Patrol, a force that most did their best not to make an enemy of. And you had sent one sprawling to the floor with one hit.

There would most likely be consequences, you knew, as more of your anger seeped out of you. Amaryllis could have got away with it easily, being a member of the 13 Crowns. But you? You were just an unknown, unranked, being. Even if you are a child of one of the three greats, you, yourself, held no real power. And you had picked a fight with a demon who was leaps and bounds more powerful than you.

A fight you were determined to win through sheer willpower alone if necessary. Losing was not an option when Iruma was involved as collateral.

"You talk of beings that don't belong so well, and yet don't seem to recognize that the only one here who is out of place is you. You are nothing more than an overconfident mutt at my feet who needs to be retaught manners," He stared up at you, eyes wide at the seeping aura of anger and danger that poured out of your every cell.

Suddenly a giant black wolf materialized above him, with three eyes, and multiple tails raised in anger. All snarling fangs and posture, and while you felt fear tear through your body, you stared up at it as if you were unimpressed, before pulling your lips back and giving a loud snarl of your own at it. You watched it pause for a second, ears flickering in its hesitancy at this tiny being in front of it, before the canine abruptly vanished again. Leaving behind Fenrir, still at your feet.

He appeared to be out of his shock and was kneeling now, likely trying to stand up while you were distracted. Well, you couldn't have that just yet. You quickly grabbed a fistful of his hair and leaned down while dragging him up so your faces were inches apart. A hiss left his mouth at the abrupt action, but he quickly shuts his mouth again at the look on your face.

His mind was racing as he tried to comprehend what exactly was happening. He knew you were a human, and humans were supposed to be weak little creatures. Easy prey that even an infant could catch, so logically you were supposed to be as well. And yet here you stood with all power reeking off of you like you were the Demon King himself. In the face of your fury, he felt a lot like some pup before the raging alpha of an enemy pack.

He could practically see it, instead of your human form, a large wolf with long flowing fur the colour of your hair, that would put his Cerberia to shame. Felt the large clawed paw on his chest with the way he struggled to breathe under the pressure, could hear the low furious growl that rumbled out of your chest, past the large fangs poised to rip him to shreds.

He felt more like he was looking at a deity of wrath than a human. He was as awed at your presence as he was fearful, as he stared up at you. 

"If I ever find you talking such drivel to my child again, I will skin you alive before ripping out your eyes, shoving them down your throat, so you can see my claws rip your carcass open while wearing your skin as a dress. Do you understand me?" you growled out at him. He nodded as best he could with your hand still clutching his hair. You leaned in more till you were right next to his ear, and whispered, "I know you know what I am, but you will cease and desist any attempts against me and mine before I show why our two worlds were really separated. After all, it was never for the benefit of human lives that demons vanished off to someplace new," before you abruptly let him go while standing up straight. He collapsed slightly, almost falling to the floor again before he caught himself with his knees. His head stayed bowed, showing his back, suitably cowed before you.

"Good boy, now go on, apologize."

Fenrir staggered to his feet before you, head still bowed. "Please forgive my rudeness, my lady. It will never happen again." He slowly turned towards where Iruma was standing, still flabbergasted at your display, before straightening up when he noticed the demon's gaze on him.  Fenrir bowed again at Iruma, "And to you too, milord. I got too carried away, and it was wrong of me. I am sorry for scaring you."

Iruma started to move his hands slightly, to wave away the apology, but one quick shake of your head had him lowering them again. "It's - It's alright..." Iruma said, still startled and somewhat lost at what was going on. 

Fenrir raised up from his bow to Iruma, and turned back towards you, lowering his head towards you once again, "If you'll excuse me, my lady, I think I'll go wash my face." He stayed still until you nodded your head, before he turned away and walked off, presumably towards where the washrooms were. Your eyes stayed narrowed on his form until he disappeared from your view by the surrounding crowd. And really, when had it gotten that big? 

Shaking your head mentally, you did your best to ignore the crowd as you turned your attention to Iruma. He still looked as shocked as before as you made your way over to him. He straightened once more, though he fidgeted a little bit under the intensity of your look. Likely misreading your determination as anger at him. 

Squishing his cheeks in between your hands as you finally made your way to him, you turned his head this way and that, before looking him up and down. Satisfied with your inspection but not still high on nerves, you asked him if he was OK. He gave the best nod he could with his head still stuck in your hands, and you quickly let him go. Seeing a look in his eyes though kept you from fully believing him. 

Had you scared him? You generally presented a very calm parental relationship with him. Trying your hardest to never give in to a temper and always think things through calmly when dealing with anything with or near him. You would hate to find out that the one time you let anger consume you had changed his perception of you. 

Hearing two shouts of Iruma’s name, you turned towards where two individuals were forcing their way through the dispersing crowd, dragging you out of your thoughts. Now that the show was clearly over, the other occupants were going back to their original groupings, still chattering about what had happened but no longer as interested in watching you. 

Focusing back in, you found the two individuals were Amerie and Alice. Both talked over the other as they tried to find out what happened and if everyone was OK. Waving off their concerns, you simply commented that a dog had to be retrained and that it had been handled before grinning at their flabbergasted looks. 

Glancing over towards Iruma you noticed he seemed to slowly withdraw into himself. His eyes clouded over as whatever he was thinking slowly consumed his mind. Thinking quickly, you gestured over to where a few tables were and suggested that you took a quick break after all the excitement. Amerie and Alice had clearly come to the same conclusion as you, as they quickly nodded and surrounded Iruma as if trying to hide him from view as you led the small group over. Amaryllis declined the offer, saying she still had some socializing of her own to do, before veering off away from. Judging from her determined walk, she was likely on her way to visit the misbehaving dog from earlier.

With Iruma and you settled at a table hidden to the sidelines, you couldn't help the fond smile that crosses your face as both Amerie and Alice fawned over Iruma. Both clearly expressed worry over how he felt about what had just happened, but were not certain about what to do to make it better. When Iruma shooed them away to have fun and that he simply wanted to have a moment alone, your smile dipped into a frown. Due to the way he was raised, Iruma always jumped at the chance to have others around him. Constantly craving their affection and company. To push others away after something like that clearly said something was wrong. And you had a good feeling what it was.

You were going to kill Fenrir the next chance you got.

You gave the two demons across from you a nod and put a hand on Iruma's shoulder gently. "Don't worry, I have him. Go have fun and make connections. We'll join in again later."

They both hesitated, clearly still uncertain about leaving him, before nodding in acquisition. With a few last words, they left to socialize with the others, and you watched them go before turning back to Iruma.

"How about we get out of here briefly," you suggested with a wink at him.

His eyes widened at your words, staring at you with a dropped jaw, "But we promised Opera-"

"We promised not to leave the Deviculum, and we're not." You nodded to the large curtains strewn along the walls. "I noticed them earlier, but didn't think we would need them. Every one of the curtains leads to a balcony. We'll be out of prying eyes, and you get a space to breathe, while still technically staying within bounds."

He blinked owlishly at you before tilting his head in thought. It was quite obvious there were two sides warring in him, but yours must have won out when he nodded and moved to get up. He followed obediently behind you as you led him to the closest window. Giving a quick look around to make sure no one was looking your way, you lifted the curtain a bit and gestured to him to go through. Technically speaking, you didn't actually know if you were allowed out here.

Iruma didn't need to know that. 

Moving to go behind the curtain yourself, you gave one more cursory glance before following him outside. The second you were outside, you couldn't help but take a deep breath of the cool air. You hadn't even realized how stuffy the room was until you made it out into an open area and were enjoying the light breeze blowing through. Opening the eyes you hadn't even realized you had closed, you made your way to where Iruma was leaning against the railing, still looking as downcast as before.

"Will you tell me what's on your mind?"

"I'm just thinking. About what Fenrir-san said. That humans didn't belong here. It made me wonder if I don't belong and-"

At Iruma's clearly lost face, as he suddenly stopped talking, you amended what you thought earlier. You weren't going to kill Fenrir. You were going to absolutely slaughter him.

"Iruma, honey, you, if anyone, belong here the most." He gave you a look, which you returned, before breaking into a small smile. "I'm being serious here. Yes, we're humans, but so what? We might be an invasive species by many people's standards, and it's true they can do a lot of harm."

You gave him an encouraging smile before continuing, "Sometimes those invasive species can do a lot of good too. You've already taken Babyls by storm. Done things that others thought were impossible, and they were good things. You brought together the misfit class, took back the Royal One classroom, and created things no one else has seen here. It was all you that did that." Seeing him open his mouth, likely in protest, you ploughed right on. "And before you argue, yes, I know you had help. But do you think Rome was built by a single person? Or that it was the Emperor alone who ruled Japan? They all had help, and they did great things with that help, as you will do too." You paused for a moment to take a breath before you went on a rant. "Look, what I'm getting at is that both here, and in the human world, there will always be people who hate you for things out of your control. You know what we do to those people, though?"

He shook his head, confusion clearly written on his face. You gave him a sharp tooth grin in response to his look, "We steam roll right over them and prove them wrong. Fenrir said humans don't belong. Prove him wrong by not just surviving, but thriving here. Keep working your way through those ranks until you feel good enough to look him in his face, smile and say 'You're wrong, I do belong here' before walking away from him. Some call it spite, I call it a purpose. Either way, it works." You carefully grabbed his shoulders and looked him in the eyes through his mask, "I know it's harder to do than say, but always remember that I along with Sullivan, Opera and all the others will always be here for you. Whenever you stumble or fall, we will pick you back up till you can walk on your own again. OK?"

He gave you a bright but watery smile and nodded.

"OK. Now let's get back in there and show them just how much we belong here." Iruma nodded again before rushing to give you a tight hug, burrowing his face into your chest. You wrapped your arms around him and squeezed tightly before letting him go and gently ushering him towards the door again.

"Alright, let's do this."

Unbeknown to you, there was a new faction formed that day. Demons naturally flocked to those that held power, and someone who could take down another demon so effortlessly and without magic meant they were extremely powerful.

‘If Sullivan was still insistent on not taking the throne, then perhaps his child could take it in his place,’ they thought.

You had quite a few words for them when you found out. Especially when you found out it was Fenrir who was spearheading it. 

[javierpinme]

Lush

Pairing: Neighbor!Frankie Morales x f!reader

Word count: 4.5k

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY, minors this is not the fic for you)

Warnings: accidentally sending a friend request to your hot neighbor but oh no it’s from your sex toy app, taking some liberties with the sex toy OKAY, you don’t have to tell me how bluetooth works I’m ignoring it for the purpose of the fic, squirting, voyeurism, unprotected sex (this is fictional wrap it up irl), pussy drunk Morales, oral (f receiving), fingering, infidelity (but not our babies they could never)

Summary: You buy a sex toy and accidentally send a request to your hot neighbor to join in.

A/N: Don’t blame me. Blame @daddydindjarin. Just kidding. Don’t blame her. Give her kisses because I was inspired for the first time in a while. Also kisses to @lowlights for being my beta on this because I was so scared of this being shite. And if it is—you shut your whore mouth. Respectfully. Kidding, we’re all whores here. Also, this is loosely based on the Lush 3 toy by Lovense!

Masterlist:

The pads of your fingers slide roughly on the cardboard of your thankfully discreet package. What should have brought a shiver down your spine and warmth in your core brings you conflicting feelings instead.

It was meant to spice up your relationship when your partner got the call of their dream promotion. You supported the move completely and tried to make it work to the best of your ability.However, your partner had other plans and jumped on the first opportunity to cheat on you.

So here you are, single and with a sex toy that serves as a reminder of your failed relationship.

You sigh with a resignation that you’re going to be alone forever while opening your apartment door, until you’re brought back to the present with a little girl’s giggle.

Not just any giggle—his daughter’s giggle.

With his juxtaposition of hard and soft edges and even softer—though a little sad sometimes- chocolate brown eyes.

You hear your name echo down the hall and the pitter patter of shoes hitting the ancient carpet. You hold the package a little closer to your chest and smile at the little girl running towards you. Your knees pop when you bend down to her level.

“Well, hello to you honey bee.”

She beams with her matching dimple to her father’s at the nickname you gave her a while ago. In the way honeybees bring life to the flowers, she brings the same to everyone around her.

“We’re baking cookies.” She explains with a jump in her step.

“Oh yeah?” You smile and your heart jumps when you look up to Frankie walking from further down the hall towards you.

“Yeah, but we have to do it before your mom gets here so we have to get started.”

He opens his door and she takes no time bursting through, elated to eat sugary treats.

You’re frozen at your doorway taking in the sheen of sweat that pools from his neck down into his t-shirt. No doubt from running circles around his daughter at the park.

He lingers now that you’re both alone and waves at you with a lopsided smile, but you’re too focused on the fact that he is sucking on a hard candy, your eyes too honed in on the way his tongue pokes into his cheeks when he switches sides.

Before you get the chance to ask him out or humiliatingly go onto your knees and show him just how good you can suc-

His apartment door is already closing, with him on the other side.

You’re in trouble.

One batch of chocolate chip cookies later and way too many wet wipes on his daughter’s—well everywhere, Frankie considers turning in for the night. He plops on his couch until the game setup he bought for the guy’s night tomorrow stares at him.

They take turns hosting, sticking together after coming back from Columbia and providing support when needed. It was better than dabbling into anything illegal, especially with his drug history.

He rubs his thighs and gets up with a groan. Every bone in his body cracks, reminding him he’s not as young anymore. Sounding and looking more like his father everyday.

The mirror staring back at him with all his greys that are more pronounced since coming back. He wonders if you’d like that.

One hour later, in part because of his refusal to look at directions, he has the PlayStation and surround sound system set up. He grabs the wireless headphones and his phone to check if they’re paired when he sees a notification pop up on his phone.

LazyDaisy32 has sent you a request to connect.

He has no idea what that is so he Googles it. A quick scan of the search results makes the blood rush from his head and straight to his cock.

You stare at the package that is currently sitting on your kitchen counter and finally decide to open it.

At least there’s a solo setting and you can fantasize about your cute neighbor.

You play around with the app and adjust any levels to your preference, arousal pooling in your underwear in anticipation of later. You tap on the long distance tab, but don’t focus too long until you toss it on the couch. Dinner first, then exploring your new toy.

Completely oblivious to a certain username that you sent a request to join when tossing it.

Waiting for Frankie to accept your request.

He knows exactly what this is, pulling it from the deepest part of his memory when his ex-wife and he were still together. They thought something like this would help rekindle their romance, but no amount of toys could fix their broken marriage.

He stares wide-eyed at the request, unable to bring himself to do anything.

It couldn’t be?

Right?

He knows it isn’t 86 year old Mrs. Munchez next door because he just helped her son move her stuff into his house.

Which leaves only one person. His cock twitches to life with the barrage of images that flash through his mind. You spread out on your bed, his photographic memory aiding him when he helped set up that very bed when you first moved in.

The daisy sheets.

The toy circling around your clit in slow motions to allow the slick to flow from your entrance, your bottom lip pinched between your teeth to keep yourself quiet.

He wouldn’t let you.

His cock is already fully hard by the time he starts imagining all your moans and pleas to touch you already.

He throws his phone on his bed and resigns himself to a cold shower that doesn’t work, ultimately taking himself in hand and stroking himself to relieve the tension that’s built up.

He breathes heavily, finally giving into his fantasies about his cute neighbor, and the back of his head hits the tile when ropes of come disappear into the bottom of the tub.

He quickly cleans himself up and gets ready for bed, leaving the request in the inbox when he falls asleep.

He does a really good job of ignoring the pending alerts the first few times, but time and time again it shows up and it’s killing him at this point.

It’s made even harder when he sees you. Whether he’s helping you carry your groceries to your place or waving at him from your balcony. He over analyzes every interaction now because of that damn app, studying every downturn of your lips or the wrinkle between your brows when you come home from work at the same time.

Did you really mean to send it to him? Or did you realize your mistake and choose not to face the elephant in the room? The idea that you're ignoring it to save face makes him feel worse than you acknowledging it ever could.

Asking you out would be thrown out the window at this point and dodging every future interaction makes his stomach twist in knots just thinking about it.

He almost loses resolve one morning when you close your eyes to let the sun’s rays warm your face, his cock springing to life again of the vision of you on your back, eyes closed and enjoying how he’s making you feel.

He’d make you feel good, he thinks.

Never one to take pleasure without giving. At least one thing his ex-wife couldn’t complain about. He wants to make you feel as good as you deserve. He aches with the need.

It’s then that his fantasies break him down and he accepts the request. He throws his phone on his counter thinking that somehow he could forget what he just did.

On the contrary, it made it so much worse. 

He couldn’t resist the temptation any longer one night when he saw the reminder pop up again.

He sits on the couch, thighs spread wide staring at the blue light, and watching the toy work its magic. He could see every wave of pleasure that went through you, what level you were on at that exact moment even through the thin walls.

Just one touch and he could make you feel so good.

You huff at your inability to get off and toss your phone on the bed. You were overthinking it, but you desperately wanted to feel that release.

You want to forget about the day and only focus on your pleasure, but what usually makes you come isn’t working. And you’re about to call it a night until there’s a steady pulse thrumming through you, slowly working its way up in intensity.

You grasp the sheets in your hands and your thighs start to open wide of their own accord, chasing the pleasure that is starting to shoot through you with every needy thrust. Your arousal begins to pool onto the sheets below you, your cunt clenching around the toy and you finally feel the rumble of an orgasm starting to build. 

You should stop this. You don’t know who this anonymous person is, but your thighs start to burn at the possibility of it being Frankie.

You’re hurtling towards the edge of what might be the best orgasm you’ve had in years when the toy goes down in intensity, a steady thrumming replacing it.

“Fuck-wait.” You whine to no one.

You slam your fists on your sheets, your tits bouncing from the heaving of your chest as your clit throbs from the denial of your orgasm.

The toy vibrates against your bud but low enough that you’re kept on the precipice without any reprieve.

Frankie, whoever it is, is a tease.

You’re brought to the edge only for it to dip down a gentle hum again and again, your sheets surely ruined from how wet you are, skin glistening with sweat and god—you should have laid down a towel.

It’s embarrassing how quick he—they bring you back to that point where your toes start to curl, your cunt fluttering with every vibration and pressure on your g-spot to bring you to bliss.

“Please, please please.” You keen.

Your orgasm slams into you like a freight train, the force of it almost making the toy slip out of you as white hot pleasure forms behind your eyes, crying through the waves of pleasure coursing through your veins until your voice gives out.

It starts to hinge right on overstimulation and you breathe a sigh of relief when it slows down from a purr to nothing.

You’re reminded of your lack of towel when you move to get off the bed, the cool moisture making you cringe. You’re definitely going to have to wash your sheets.

Your thighs shake as you gather up your sheets to put in the wash, daydreaming about that neighbor of yours as you pour the laundry detergent into the machine.

The sun billows through his curtains and he turns onto his other side to fall back asleep, too tired from staying up late to hopefully have accomplished in making you come and then taking himself in hand when he denied himself as much as he could. Guilt pouring in tenfold at overstepping boundaries afterwards.

He finally relents and leaves the warmth of his bed in lieu of making a hot cup of coffee to combat the cool air.

The spring air delicately kisses his face when he pulls his slide door open with his cup of joe when he sees you already out on yours, your attention being directed towards him when you hear the pull of the door. He freezes for a second, but your smile instantly relaxes him.

“Good morning!” You grin.

There’s a glow to you this morning, any tension you were carrying the day before is gone and his chest puffs in pride at the realization that he may have had a role in that.

Fuck, he’s hooked.

“Mornin’. You look like you slept well.” He tests the waters.

You beam at him like you’re both in on some secret and he gets flustered that you might have discovered that it was him, but relief washes over him when you don’t look angry.

“Slept like a baby.”

"Oh yeah?" He darkly chuckles, his arousal pulling him to the railing of his balcony to be closer and preens when you mirror his steps.

"Yeah, woke up pleasantly sore actually." You breathily answer.

"Workout or something like that?"

"Something like that." He gapes at the wink thrown at him before you walk inside your apartment, but there's no way he's imagining the extra sway in your hips.

Guilt gets the best of him and he ignores it for a little bit much to your dismay, not that he would know.

You couldn’t stop thinking about it. How good you felt and how good you slept after cleaning yourself in the shower. It was the best sleep you’ve had in a long time actually, but the only thing that was missing was Frankie.

You shake your head to clear that train of thought, but he was the one you thought of late at night. Not even for a sexual reason—okay yes that too. But just being surrounded by him, his soft belly shaping against your body like it was made for you.

You didn’t mind your secret toy admirer and after a process of elimination you’re almost sure it’s Frankie. The longest control range is 30 feet and you live in a quiet elderly building. You're confident they don't have the app or even know how to use bluetooth.

Just not sure enough to put it out in the universe and be wrong.

A week later you both walk towards your respective apartments and you look exhausted. A bottle of wine in hand and some Thai takeout miraculously balanced in your other hand, he decides right there and then if that toy comes up he’s going to make you boneless.

One glass of wine later—or two. You’re feeling more relaxed, the tension from work rinsing off with your shower.

You throw a t-shirt on to get ready for bed and glance at your nightstand drawer.

It couldn’t hurt right?

Your cunt clenches around nothing.

You shiver and pull the toy out, excitement and arousal shooting up your spine in anticipation.

You hop on your bed and throw your t-shirt off, rolling your nipples between your index fingers and thumbs until they peak at attention. You shimmy a pillow under your hips and insert the toy, working yourself up slowly.

It doesn’t take long for the toy to change up its rhythm and your soft moan billows through the otherwise silent room.

Relief floods through you at not having to think after such a long day of making decisions and you get to just enjoy the moment. Your body sinks into your plush sheets, a purr crawling its way up your throat and the pads of your fingers slide up your bare thighs, tracing the steps of how Frankie would touch you.

You’re deep into your fantasy of him and reality starts to blur, moans spilling out where you would normally try to stay quiet. You gasp when the toy hits just right and your inner walls flutter around it.

“Oh go-Frankie.”

He tosses his phone on his coffee table like a kid caught red-handed in the cookie jar and throws his hands up until he realizes you’re not in his living room. He hears his name again through the thin walls and he jumps to action, almost forgetting to grab his phone from the table in the scuffle.

Either something is really wrong or you found out it was him and he’s really in for it now, but when you call his name again outside of your apartment door—he has to be sure.

You forgot to lock your front door, but with how your day went it wasn’t on your list of priorities. Before you get the chance to take in that your door opened it slams just as quickly.

The layout of both your apartments are the same so he gets a front and center view of you all spread out and your core glistening in the golden hour light that he just freezes. You look surprised but the prettiest moan comes out making him realize he hadn’t turned off the toy from the app during the rush to your apartment.

He reaches into his back pocket to pull up the app, turning it off right when you were on the crescendo of a bone-tingling orgasm only for it to be ripped from you.

You whine and grasp the sheets between your fingers while your clit throbs from its robbed attention. You squeeze your thighs on instinct and Frankie interprets that as his cue to leave in his embarrassment, but you say his name with such reverence that he stays planted in front of your bedroom waiting with bated breath what your next move is.

He’s surprised when you smile with all softness behind it and he can’t help but match it, no matter how flustered he feels.

“So it was you.”

Heat floods from his cheeks to the tips of his ears and he’s about to go on his knees to apologize until he notices the tinge of playfulness in your voice and the way you arch your brow at him.

You don’t let him hang onto his humiliation for too long, giving him some reprieve by curling your finger and motioning him to your room when he embarrassingly nods.

“Well that’s a relief. I’m supposed to help Rodger down the hall with his computer and 70 is just a little too old for me.” You chuckle.

“Rodger wishes.” He huffs and you snort at his retort as every pusle thrumming through your cunt collides with every step Frankie takes on the hardwood.

“No, really. Have you seen you?” He exasperates.

“Why don’t you tell me?” You grab his hand to pull him on top of you and he sits on the bed watching you with awe.

“How ‘bout I show you? If you’ll let me? Then we can talk about all of this because I’ve been trying to find the guts to ask you out since you moved in.” He strokes your thighs in mindless circles and a shiver goes through you.

It was on the tip of your tongue that he basically skipped all of that when he helped get you off, but you nod.

“I love the enthusiasm, but I’m gonna need to hear you say it.” He teases with a kiss on your calf, looking at you with all the mirth behind it.

“Yes plea-fuck me Frankie.” Your cunt clamps around the toy as he walks towards you, his once beautiful brown eyes now blown out with lust as he hovers at the foot of your bed.

He shushes your pleas and towers over you, taking his time to admire your features now that he has permission to. He doesn’t crash his lips against yours like you expected he would much to your chagrin.

His nose bumps yours and you chase his lips when he pulls away from you with a smirk. He darkly chuckles as he peppers your face with kisses everywhere except where you crave him.

“I’ve been imagining every pretty noise you’d make for me so forgive me for wanting to take my time with you.” He explains with a lower octave than you’ve heard come out of those plush lips.

You lock your leg around his lower waist and pull him down to you, all restraint thrown out the window and kiss him. Holding onto him like the ground below you was going to implode if you let go. He groans when your bare core rubs against his bulge, your wetness already seeping through the fabric.

You involuntarily gasp when he bumps the head of his cock against your clit and he takes the opportunity to lick into your mouth, deepening the kiss until you’re dizzy and leaking down your inner thighs.

He pulls away from your swollen lips and smirks before he trails open mouthed kisses down your neck to your collarbone, licking the salt of your sweat on the way to your core.

The hairs of his moustache tickle against your breast when he laps at your nipple, suckling around the peak until it stands at attention, releasing it with a pop when it is thoroughly wet from his saliva. He gives equal attention to your other breast with his mouth, groaning when his calloused thumb and forefinger roll your spit-saturated nipple between his fingers.

Once you’re all perked and glistening for him, he makes his way down to where you’re aching for him, peppering kisses and licking the beads of sweat that form.

He bruisingly grips your thighs and tugs you lower on the bed so he can kneel comfortably on the carpet. You breathily whimper when he nips your inner thigh, lapping the sting away with his tongue. He presses his face against your mound and inhales deeply like a worshiper to an altar.

He opens your legs wider and the heel of your feet dig into his back to encourage him to make a move and he could never deny you.

He kitten licks your clit until more arousal pools from your entrance, swirling his tongue around your bud when your thighs twitch around his face.

“N-n-not gonna last long, Frankie.” You moan.

His eyes meet yours from above your mound and you don’t have to see his mouth to know he has a shit-eating grin when he wraps his mouth around your throbbing clit and sucks hard.

Your inner walls clamp around nothing until he fills it with one, then two fingers, curling them in a come hither motion until you embarrassingly fall apart quickly underneath him and his lips part as your face pinches in pleasure because of him.

Your chest heaves as your orgasm fades to a rhythmic pulsing and when Frankie kisses up to your eye-level you’re about to apologize because oh my god, it’s all over his chin-

“That was so much better than what I imagined, baby. Good girl. Fuck, you soaked me.”

He slams a bruising kiss against your lips and you open wide for him to push your come into your mouth so you can taste yourself. You toy with the hem of his shirt and he takes the hint, pulling it off and throwing it somewhere in your room.

He hastily unbuckles his belt and you swat at his hands to take off his pants and boxers, the whisper of his zipper unfastening and your collective heavy pants filling the room.

Holy shit.

How are you going to fit that inside you?

His cocks spring out of his boxers, the head beading with pre-come and twitching the longer you gape at it.

“If you’re not ready-”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” You grab his shoulders and pull him on top of you, locking your legs around his waist. He takes his damn time thrusting his cock between your folds until it’s soaked in your arousal and come.

“Ready?” He presses a chaste kiss on your lips when you nod and bites your shoulder as he breaches your entrance inch by inch.

You both groan at how tight you feel around him and he thrusts in short bursts until he’s buried to the hilt to not hurt you. Gone is the rush of the moment, soft touches and praises of how long the two of you have waited for this filling it.

“Frankie?” You eventually tap your foot on his ass when he doesn’t move, a muffled grunt releases from on your neck as he breathes you in.

“Move, baby.”

He lifts his head up to look into your eyes and devastatingly smirks. “Yes, ma’am.”

His first thrust devastates you, a sob ripping out of your throat when he continues to hone in on that spot that makes your walls clamp around him.

You whimper and bury your fingers into his unruly curls, the tinge of pain from you gripping on his strands prompting him to thrust at a bruising pace. He kisses your lips and sucks your bottom lip between his teeth before he brings his hand between your bodies to circle around your clit.

“Please come, ‘m not gonna last.”

The slow circles on your bud has your cunt seizing around him with stars forming behind your eyes as your thighs tremble with the intensity of his hips. It edges on overstimulation, but you want him to feel as good as he made you feel.

“Inside, Frankie. Makin’ me feel so good baby.” You coo and slide the pads of your fingers up and down his back.

He whimpers into your ear as you pinch his earlobe between your teeth, releasing a breathy moan as his balls pull up and ropes of his cum spill inside of you, leaking onto the mattress below you.

You gently thrust up into him to prolong his climax until he begins to soften inside of you, the two of you whispering praises to each other.

You wince from the emptiness as he pulls out of you, a kiss being delivered to your forehead in apology, and you admire his barely there ass as he walks to your bathroom. You hear water running as you stretch your muscles, feeling sated and pleasantly sore.

Frankie emerges from the bathroom with a damp washcloth that he uses to clean up the mess, kissing your ankle when you hiss from the overstimulation as he gently rubs through your folds.

He tosses the washcloth on your nightstand and laughter fills the silent room when he plops next to you, pulling you in closer and tangling your legs together. He strokes the back of his fingers on your cheekbone and nudges his nose against yours, pressing light kisses on your cheeks.

“I’d really like to do this again sometime. Maybe some dinner first.”

“What makes you think I’m going to let you leave this bed now that I know how good I have it?” You smirk and coax him back in by wrapping your fingers around the back of his neck.

Like hell you are going to leave this spot.

[mandowifey]

Right Place, Right Time Ch 2

Ray Harris x Fem!Reader Chapter three

Word count: 6k

Warnings: Oral (M and F receiving), Fingering, Dark vibes, age gap, (1) use of the word daddy, mentions of fears, ominous undertones, very light bondage, creampie, doggy style, rough sex, pregnancy mentions.

Notes: I wasn't expecting to make a chapter two, so I took some liberties. Please note this is technically an AU, since the movie doesn't show us what happens with Ray afterward. I'm trying something new here. I hope everyone likes it!

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The ride to Ray’s place was filled with some light fondling and heated kisses at red lights. He simply could not keep himself away from you. Your youth and your beauty, every aspect called to him. It hadn’t taken long to become fully intoxicated off you. His place was only twenty minutes away, but he drove slow with the intent of dragging out the luxurious sensation of your mouth on him. Not since his youth was Ray able to recover so quickly, something about you had him on fire.

Some women were not keen on taking care of men while they drove. Many times, he’d popped the question only to get an offended look afterwards, as though the request itself was completely outlandish. However, Ray didn’t even have to ask you. Twenty feet from the bar with his blinker on, you had leaned over and started opening his belt with a laugh that made his cock hard. He’d jokingly asked you what you were doing and you had said; ‘Eyes on the road, Mister.’ Before Ray had time to open his mouth, you had encompassed his tip between your lips and took off.

Fingers curled into your hair, blunt nails dug against your scalp and burned as he let out a hollow groan. Your mouth swallowed him to his base eagerly, sucking and lapping as though you were starved. In a way, you were. You craved him much like he craved you. Which was why you worked his cock like your life depended on it. Ray reels with the sensations and cannot do much but cant his hips into your warmth.

This wasn’t something you did often.

In fact, you couldn’t recall doing it at all. Something about Ray called to you and stoked a fire in your spirit. There was a pressing urge to impress him and get his approval. You desperately felt the need to make him like you.

Each suck, lick and drag of your lips along his girth pulled a groan out of him. Your head tilted and watched as Ray struggled to keep his focus on the road. It was killing him not to pull over and fuck your throat raw. You felt pressure on your skull, and he pushed you down to bury his dick down your throat. Willingly obliging, you focus on your breathing to try and allow him to sink all the way into your mouth.

“Fuck baby, fuck you’re so fucking perfect.” Each word sounding more breathless than the last.

Taking his praise as a good sign, you rumble and bounce your head along him quickly. The tip of his length brushed down your throat and caused you to gag, which only served to rile the older man further. You could hear him sigh out a ‘yes’ or ‘fuck’ following your gagging. You could taste the salt of his pre cum dribbling across your tongue. His cock was throbbing in your mouth and you knew he was close.

Focusing on the road was becoming too difficult. Every time he tried to ground himself on the lines or the lights, your mouth completely undid him. His chest heaved and he wet his lips, struggling as he bucked down your throat. Ray could feel himself falling apart, chasing that desperate release. He wanted to cum in this young woman’s mouth more than he wanted to breathe.

“S-such a good girl, f-fuck. Fuck -ghn you wanna s-swallow my cum bad, don’t you?”

A tremor rocked you to your core, warmth pooled in your stomach and soaked your heat. It took every ounce of your own strength not to pull him out of your mouth and climb onto his lap. You had one mission now and had to focus – though that did not stop you from sliding your hand under your stomach and up your skirt. Your fingers pushing and rubbing over your dripping panties, which were soiled by the mix of fluids from your earlier rendezvous in the bathroom.

The sound of you whimpering around his fat cock made him give a boyish groan. His stomach knotted, his chest heaved and he stammered out encouraging words. ‘Good girl’, ‘Don’t stop’, ‘Here it comes’, ‘Fuck’. Ray nearly slammed the gas peddle as he rocked his hips up while pulling your head down. You had lost focus and resolve with touching yourself, your mind only concerned about Ray. You were able to feel the throbbing of his massive cock in your mouth as he came.

Hot ropes of cum spilled down your throat, his grasp locking you in place so the only thing you could do was swallow. You wouldn’t dare waste a drop of his seed, not like Ray would allow for that. Your eyes closed as the muscles in your throat bobbed and constricted, drinking down every spurt he gave.

He was impressed.

Ray was swimming, his eyes unfocused and breath shuddering at the wash of relief. “S-shit, shit.” He murmured, having to recover quickly to regain control of the vehicle. Both of you were considerably lucky the roads were quiet this time of evening, he’d drifted across the lines a few times now. Righting the car in the correct lane, he glanced in the rear-view to make sure you weren’t being pulled over.

A hand caressed through your soft tresses, encouraging you to pull off. With a cocky drag of your lips and a noisy ‘pop’, you sat back in your seat and giggled with a flash of teeth. Ray held the wheel in one hand and tucked his dick away with the other.

“God damn kid, you’re something.”

You smile, eyes twinkling at the praise. The next words come easy;

“I’m glad you liked it, daddy.”

A shiver of taboo delight rattled down Harris’ spine. It was a silent nod to your age gap and quite possibly experience difference as well. Ray wasn’t a novice, and he had years, quite possibly decades on you. The idea of being an older man in your life, teaching you and ruining you… it made his cock twitch again.

“You like fucking old men?” He remarked, beryl eyes hazy from orgasm as he stared at the road.

You laughed.

“Only the cute ones.”

Something burned in Ray’s face and his heart throbbed. Women hit on him so often he tended to ignore it. Typically, he saw it as shallow attempts to garner his favor. But you already had his attention, so why bother with compliments now? It implied sincerity, which was strange to him. Why would a girl like you ever bother with him? Still, he knuckled the steering wheel and fought back the urge to smirk at your remark.

“So you live in a place out in the woods, no neighbors, no pets…” Your seat-belt clicked as you got comfortable. “If you were a serial killer I would reckon you’d have gone for a drunk girl, makes it easier to dupe me.” Your finger taps your chin.

That made him look. The sudden statement and nonchalant manner in which you spoke about it was startling. Maybe a different mam would’ve been offended, but not Ray. He had a calm smirk resting on his otherwise neutral face.

“Christ, that’s a little fucking morbid.”

Laughing, Ray felt himself grin and stole a glance at you before he kept going.

“You didn’t need duping. One taste of me had you hooked. I didn’t even have to ask twice to get you in my car.” He smirked as his right hand rested on your knee. “Yes Ray, I’d love to tag along with you!” His voice raised an octave and adopted a mock-feminine tone.

“Well shit! Guess I didn’t think about that. I’m an easy victim then huh?” At the touch, your body warms and legs part for him. His hand felt huge and warm against your yielding flesh.

Ray chuckled again, sliding his palm along your thigh. He could feel the heat radiating from between your legs and wondered just how much of his cum you’d already leaked. He hears you sigh softly as he cups over your pussy, his hand against your covered warmth. The wet spot was practically a puddle now from a combination of your fluids. His cock twitched again with sick pride.

“And now that I have you where I want you, kiddo, I gotta decide what I wanna do with you.”

You mewl as he rubs languidly over your cunt and can’t help but give soft bucks against his hand. Your clit was swollen, aching to feel him again. Sucking him off had you so turned on it nearly hurt, and this playful back and forth stoked your darkest fantasies.

“Hah…” You attempted to laugh but only hot air could escape your mouth. While Ray had made you cum only a short while before, you were rearing and ready for more. There was a building tension in your abdomen that grew and coiled up your vertebrae as his heel struck exactly where you needed it most. While you tried to remain steadfast and resist him, your body betrayed you. Whimpers pushed deep from your diaphragm, nearly choking you as you cant into his smoothing hand.

“What was that, princess?” Ray was feeling cocky now.

His hand pressed expertly over your weeping pussy, pushing harder against your underwear as you messily bucked up against him, chasing the friction. He found the undone, messy sight of you pleasing.

“Where’d all that sass go, hmm?” He flicked on the blinker and turned left onto a dirt path. Up ahead, a dark cabin styled home with only a porch light sat waiting. It was almost textbook; A dark house in the woods. No neighbors to hear when the screaming starts. But you weren’t thinking of that, self preservation was the furthest thought on your mind.

You bite your tongue in a feeble attempt to stop yourself, but you cannot suppress the whimper that rattles your throat. Ray stole a look and chuckled. “Poor thing.” His hand palmed you harder, occasionally dragging up to press two digits against your crease and fondle your poor, neglected clit. Even with underwear in his way, the touch had you mewling for him.

“R-ray-“you gasp, chest heaving as you twitch and rut your hips.

The car rumbled to a stop and you nearly sobbed as his hand withdrew to put the car in park. Ray looked over to take you in; legs spread, dress up your hips and your eyes lidded with a flushed face that looked very fuckable. His tongue pushes against his teeth as he sucks a breath.

“Think you can make it in the house?”

There could not have been a bigger shit-eating grin on his face, charmingly displaying his uneven teeth.

You couldn’t decide if you wanted to slap him or kiss him.

“If you do not make me cum right now you will be the one not making it into the house.” It sounded more threatening in your head, but the desperation had you whimpering each word.

Ray unbuckled himself with a snort and climbed out. The slam of his door made you jerk and start to close your legs. Suddenly you were worried that you may have said the wrong thing and offended the older man. Perhaps-

Your door swung open.

Jumping, you started to apologize as Ray reached over you to unbuckle your belt. “Look if that was- “

His hands grabbed your legs and you were turned sideways in the car seat. Gasping, you can only watch as he slots his upper body between your legs and kisses your navel. Large palms find the back of your knees and you felt air leaving your lungs as he pushes them up towards your chest. You could feel the fabric of your underwear tug to the side. The cold night air against your burning pussy made you whimper. You felt exposed, vulnerable. He had you where he wanted you, and there would be no fighting him off.

“Such a fucking mess.”

His voice was like thunder, you had a hand behind you on the seat to keep you upright as the older man folded you and made his way down to your needy cunt. You couldn’t do much but watch as those azure eyes stole a glance up at you before he kissed the peak of your crease. His cool lips against your heat made you pule pitifully. He was torturing you.

“You like that, Y/N? Such a needy little brat, letting an old fuck like me eat your pussy.”

Ray was in the moment. He didn’t care that he was old, but he did care that he was twice your age and old enough to be a friend of your father’s. It gave him a sense of dominion and authority over you, you belonged to him now and he’d make sure you remembered your place.

Fog clouded your thoughts when he spoke like that. It was a sick but delightful truth; you liked it. Before your mind could catch up with your mouth, you shriek at the feeling of a hot, flat tongue gliding up your folds. You could hear him chuckle into you, the faint vibrations making you twitch and keen. Ray applies more pressure to your legs, your knees now inches away from your chest. Air became tight, heat spread over your face and suddenly the world was spinning.

The man ate you like he was starved.

His lips sucked obscenely loud against your cunt, his tongue fucking into your tight hole before it swept over the swollen bud hidden in your crease. You were helpless, crying out and near sobbing at how relentless Ray touched you. The rubbing earlier had you close and now you feared you were already edging over.

Ray must have sensed it; his lips sucked around your clit and pulled another salacious cry from your throat. Your thighs trembled, your mouth agape as you heaved shallow breaths, attempting to hold on.

Then he stopped.

It felt purely cruel especially with your release being right there.

“Awh, we’re you gonna cum, princess?”

He was mocking you – the smug bastard.

“Y-you f-fucking- “

His tongue pushes your clit so hard and so suddenly the words die on your tongue.

“You wanna cum all over this old man’s mouth?”

You simply could not respond. Hearing him laugh again made you blush, you swore to yourself you’d remember this moment for later.

Ray was satisfied that he’d rendered you wordless. You were putty in his hands, poor thing. There was a deep pride in seeing your young, leaking cunt so desperate and wanting for him, because he and he alone had done this to you. Reveling in the moment, Ray smiled and leaned to kiss the soft flesh of your trembling thigh. Maybe you had learned your lesson; to watch your fucking tone.

Sucking your clit into his lips, he began to push his tongue in rhythmic taps against the hooded bud as a hand left your leg. You mewl and cry out at the prod of his thick fingers. Two digits slip inside of you with little resistance and he groans around you at the hot squeeze of your needy cunt. His fingers felt huge inside of you, stretching you tight opening effortlessly. Fucking them knuckle deep, Ray curled his digits and began to feverishly pump them into you, while maintaining a strong suction around your engorged button.

The stimulation all became too much. Your body was falling apart, a wave of pure bliss washes through you and makes you see white. A wailing cry bursts from deep within you and your hips buck off the seat, hungrily rocking yourself against his mouth and fingers as your walls clamp down around him. Your clit throbs, your body leaks, and his digits withdraw so he could hungrily lap at you through your release. Little lights dance behind your eyelids as your body quivers with its orgasm. Aware now that he was drinking from you, you bring a hand to grip at his head and gasp for air.

“Fucking hell- “You began, then realize he was still sucking your clit. “R-ray! T-too much!”

Ray gave a few more kitten licks before pushing his head and kissing over your mound and up your stomach. The tickle of his facial hair brought you to giggle and squirm, your soft hands grabbing at his face. Lifting your own head, you meet his eyes and the both of you smile at each other. He looked drunk, and since he hadn’t drunk anything at the bar, you knew he was intoxicated off you. Gently, you wipe your fluids off his mouth with the back of your hand, causing Ray to chuckle and press kisses at your skin.

“Ready to meet your fate?” He pulled off of you and took your hand to help sit you up.

“Oh no, please don’t hurt me Mr. Killer, I’m a good girl, I promise.”

You both laugh.

With a shove, you land on your feet outside of the truck and take a moment to fix your underwear and dress. You realize now that your legs were weak and boneless like jelly. Ray must have noticed the wobbly knees because he wore a prideful smirk.

“Not a word.”

“Wouldn’t think of it, princess.”

The house was charming. You weren’t expecting much from a single, older man so as long as there wasn’t BDSM gear on the walls you were fairly pleased. A quick look around told you a lot about Ray; modern, laid back with minimum interest in decorating or hobbies. It was a simple home that you figured he had lived in for some time.

Ray closed the door behind you and took his jacket off before tossing it onto the back of a chair.

“Coffee? Soda?” He brushed your arm as he walked to the kitchen.

The man may have been old enough to have fathered you, but he had an impressively healthy build. Broad shoulders with strong, lightly toned biceps - arms of a hard worker, you thought. His pectorals were prominent and his midsection thick, with some paunch to his stomach that you found irresistible. Now was the first time you noticed his tattoos. A smirk tugs your lips as you approach the island and lean against it.

“Coffee works.”

He was stalling, he’d offer you food if he had anything readily available in the fridge. Ray was aware your eyes were on his back and he made an effort not to turn and look. The man had women over before, but not women like you. It was utterly bizarre to him that you’d give him the time of day – or in your case,  night. That still didn’t change the fact his body was no longer young, and he needed time before he’d be able to show you why he really brought you here.

���Cozy place, doesn’t really give me any killer vibes, though.”

Putting the filter in, Ray chuckles as he turns the old device on. Most folks had the new fancy machines that needed pods or whatever to make your coffee, but he liked it the old fashioned way. The smell became stronger as the brewing began. Now that it was started, he turned and leaned back against the counter.

“Wait until you see my basement.”

You laugh again, feeling at ease with him. From a young age you were raised with the cautionary tales that mothers always imparted on their daughters; do not trust strangers, especially men. But you threw that caution to the side the minute you decided to get into that car with Ray, and now he had you here. Both of you pretending got your heart slamming; it was sort of hot. Or perhaps that was a fear response, sexualizing a very real trauma so you didn’t have to be afraid.

Who knows.

“Oh, you’re a basement kind of man? Let me guess, mattress, dirty walls…” You suck your teeth and pretend to think about it. “Freaky mask, anger issues?”

He smirks.

Ray took a step towards you and placed his hands down onto the island top, those cerulean eyes catching yours as he spread his fingers open and leaned his weight into his arms.

“You sound a little excited about that, is there something you wanna tell me, kid?”

Your breath catches as his expression intensifies. His brow settled low, casting his eyes in darkness, emphasizing the bags below them. The hollow shape of his cheeks were enunciated by the angle, while the corner of his mouth tugged to form a lopsided smirk. He likes it too.

Still, your cheeks redden, and you felt coy under Ray’s pointed stare. The tension between you both shattered at the sound of some generic ringtone blaring from his discarded jacket. Your eyes flutter and head turns towards the chair. Ray followed your look, feeling the break between you. Cursing under his breath, he walks towards his jacket and digs out his phone.

‘(4) MISSED CALLS’

“The fuck?”

Unlocking the screen, he makes a face at the sight of the four individual attempts his brother had made to contact him that evening. There were 20 messages in his inbox which he could only assume were from his anxious sibling trying to reach out to him. Ray remembered suddenly that he had promised to tell Raymond once he’d made it home.

Shit.

“Everything okay?” You walked around the island towards the coffee maker, going to pour your own cup while he was preoccupied.

Ray jerks a look in your direction before he typed on his phone. “Yeah, got to make a call. Mugs are in the cabinet to your left; milk n shit is in the fridge.” His words were hasty, as he pressed the phone to his ear and crossed the room to the front door, before he vanished outside.

Alone now, you allow your mind to wander.

What had been that look he gave you?

You open the fridge, finding the milk amongst old Chinese take out boxes and some fruit that looked a little worse for wear. You check the date before pouring some into your coffee. You’re really here, in this man’s home. He’s a stranger, what if-

No.

You refused to allow your thoughts to go down that path.

 Ray was forth coming and not some estranged weirdo picking up girls off the highway. No, just taking girls from bars. You frown. I approached him, he asked me if I wanted to go with him, not the other way around and – I said yes. Like an idiot. Putting a cap on the milk and returning it to the fridge, you search for sugar next.

As your mother had taught you, you went through a mental checklist and realized just how screwed you were. No one knew you were there; no one knew you went to that bar. If you didn’t turn up back home, not a single soul would realize until weeks later. You weren’t the most popular woman on Earth, you had a few online friends who might realize you hadn’t been around in a while – otherwise, you were fucked.

Dread was starting to pool in your stomach now, making it difficult to focus on the task at hand. What if? Your lips press together and you realize you’re no longer thirsty. As you dump the coffee down the sink, you strain to listen to the muffled voice coming from outside. You were trying to find anything discernible. Unease made your chest tighten as you abandoned the empty mug and walk towards the front door.

Stop it.

You linger beside the door and listen.

“Why does it matter?”

A pause.

“I don’t have to answer to you, period. You know I’m home and you know I’m sober and alive. That’s all you need. Dad just died, remember? Not lookin’ for another one.”

It was someone who worried about him. He hadn’t mentioned family, in fact you realized now he hadn’t told you a single thing aside from his name and that he was sober – and now that his father had died. This was exactly what your mother warned you about.

You began to attempt to calm yourself by rationalizing. Maybe you were the one wrong, this older man hadn’t given you a single red flag yet and you had already over thought yourself into a mild panic. Ray had given you a choice after you were the one who approached him. There was no danger here, you both simply wanted the same thing; each other.

The door began to open and you lunge to the chair and sit, trying to act like you hadn’t been listening in. Ray steps inside and snaps the door closed so hard it makes you jump. Hearing the lock click into place, you became aware of your pounding heart.

“Was that your secret wife?” You jaunt, trying to lighten the mood.

His head turns to you, and he snorts. “Why? You jealous?”

Your eyes narrow and you can feel the nerves ebbing away as the handsome older man smiles at you. He must have known you were really worried, because he closed the distance between you both and leaned over you.

“It was my brother.”

Ray’s voice is like rumbling thunder deep inside his chest. You feel a familiar heat and graze your lip with your teeth. His mouth found yours, and he stole your breath away. Kissing him back, you flick your tongue against his mouth and he returns the gesture with a lick of his own. The two of you open your mouths, rolling your tongues together and panting in between. It was loud, the sounds of your smacking lips and sharp breaths brought goosebumps to your arms.

He kissed you like he needed you. His mouth hungrily swallowing yours in frantic, desperate movements, hardly giving you any time to breathe. You returned what you could, kissing him feverishly and whimpering into his mouth. All those fears and concerns from earlier felt so silly now. Ray was a good soul; you could feel it.

“You didn’t drink your coffee?”

Eyes fluttering open, you meet Ray’s curious look with your own confused one.

“Huh?”

“I can’t taste it on you.” He smirks, then pecks your lips.

Your cheeks burn pink, and you feel knocked stupid. It never occurred to you that it was strange he asked that, or why he’d check to begin with. You simply laugh and lean to try and kiss him again, which he obliges and presses your mouths together in one long, wet smack.

“Decided I didn’t need it. I have too much energy of my own right now.” Your voice was playful, flirty. There was a blushing girlishness bubbling inside of you. Something about Ray just appealed to you on so many different levels. There was a deep mystery about him, those eyes of his had seen things, maybe his hands had even done unspeakable things. You shiver, feeling yourself grow warm.

“What a waste.” He sighs remorsefully, then presses a kiss to your forehead.

A giggle pulls from your throat and your eyes relax shut. There was a warm, encompassing feeling of being safe here with him. He exuded a type of disarming calm and charm that had you fully entranced. You feel him shift away and your eyes open again, watching as Ray walked back to the kitchen. Quick onto your feet, you follow.

“So, you fuck me in a bathroom and bring me back here to…?” There was an almost desperate need to know. He’d eaten you out in his truck, but the moment you get inside he offers you coffee?

Ray looks down at you and smiles in a way that pulls your heart to a stop.

“To have you all to myself.”

Smiling back at him, you tilt your head and lean against the island.

“Because I’m so irresistible, right?” You both laugh.

“But seriously, why haven’t you taken me into your bedroom?”

Picking up on your disappointment, Ray moved close to you and took your arm. His strong hand clasped near your elbow in a grip that was surprisingly strong. You gasp, then laugh as you realize he’s dragging you down the hall. As you pass by a door near the kitchen, you grin.

That must be the basement, you think with amusement.

“So impatient. Don’t you know old men need time to recover?” His boot connects with the bedroom door and he turns to grab you around the hips, drawing out a surprised squeal from you.

“S-sorry Ray, you’re just so-“

He takes you off your feet.

With an impressive show of strength, you were thrown into the messy bed on your back. Bouncing from impact, you erupt with excited giggles. Ray looked down at you like a predator who finally cornered his prey. His pupils were nearly covering his irises now, the shadows under them making them look nearly black.

“Take your dress off.” One hand moves to open his belt and rip it out of the loops.

The visual of it alone makes your already sopping cunt clench around nothing. Quickly, you shift on the bed and do away with your dress and shoes. Without needing to be asked, you take off your bra and toss it to the floor in a pile, leaving you bare aside from your ruined panties. Ray breathes in, his fingers working to unbutton his pants. You can see now the straining outline of his cock trapped within.

“Roll over.”

Taken aback from the intense demand, you look up at Ray as he steps closer to the bed. A burning heat covers your cheeks and you roll onto your stomach before drawing your knees up and apart to present yourself to him. You can feel his eyes all over you, especially between your legs. Your face pushes into your arms and you give a soft whine, suddenly quite shy.

A hand touches your back and smoothed along your spine to your ass, making you purr. His fingers curl into the waist of your underwear and he tugs them down just enough to expose your dripping heat. Ray uses both thumbs to spread you wide, displaying your tight, needy opening to him. You whimper and squirm under his stare, embarrassed to the core knowing he was looking directly into you.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

Pulled from your shy haze, you shift your body obediently and bring your arms behind you. You weren’t thinking clearly, the haze of lust had you acting compliant and stupid. This new position forced you to lean forward into the mattress and balance on your head and shoulders. You feel something cold wrapping around your wrists and realize quickly that he’s tying your hands together with his belt, rendering you at his mercy.

“Good girl.”

Satisfied with his work, Ray leaned back and admired you. Such a helpless, beautiful girl. So willing to trust a stranger and follow him home. There were things he wanted to do to you that frightened him. Some unopened, tucked away compartment of his mind had come loose during that funeral and the time proceeding. Ray found it difficult to discern what he really felt and what oozed out of that dark place inside of him. But seeing you, tied up and bare for him tugged at the chain of his self restraint.

You squirm and whine, the silence and lack of touching unnerved you. What could he possibly be thinking about?

“Ray?”

Pulled from his thoughts, Ray stepped out of his boots and climbed onto the bed behind you. His pants pooled down his thighs as he grabbed your hip in one hand and his cock in the other. His teeth score his lip as he slid against your heat, striking your clit and making you whimper. You mumble another plea and he nudged the blunt tip of his cock against your opening.

With you so wet, sliding inside took little effort. Your hot walls encompassed him, sucking him relentlessly to draw him further in. You groan, able to feel the burning stretch as he pushed deeper. Then he snapped his hips to yours, stuffing you full so abruptly it made you shriek and jerk forward. This time was different, you both were able to indulge in being loud, messy, sloppy.

Behind you, a low groan escapes his throat. The sound sending a shiver down your spine, making your walls twitch around him. Ray stills, and you whimper. Was he trying to torture you? You feel a hand curl into the belt around your wrists, before he starts fucking you at a punishing pace.

The slap of your bodies is obscene. You cry out unabashedly as Ray thrusts within you almost expertly. The drive of his cock going straight through your gummy walls and against the puckered hole at your end makes you sob and choke. You’re so full of him you can hardly think straight. Ray is focused, using his grip on your binds to help tear you backwards to meet his thrusts. His blue eyes are cast downward, watching as the fat girth of his cock stuffs and stretches you brutally.

“Such a good- grunt -girl. Look at you. Like you were ghh, fuck made for me.”

Your face burns, and you cry out for him. At this rate, you aren’t going to last, and he knows it. Suddenly, you feel his soft stomach on your lower back as he leans over you. A hand comes into your view, Ray was bracing himself against the mattress. The tighter position let you feel him, all of him. Sweat beaded on your skin as Ray rocks within you, his own noises deep and loud. He’s mumbling praises, telling you how good you are.

With a particularly focused thrust, Ray slams inside your cunt with a ferocity that had spots behind your eyes. The world went hot and you were ascending again. A scream chokes out of you, hardly able to fill your lungs from how hard he bore down on you. Your walls clench, tremble and flutter around his cock, squeezing and milking him desperately. Ray could feel you tense, your garbled cry and cum covering his cock nudged him over.

Bucking firmly and growling, Ray lets his weight fall nearly fully onto you. Another groan escaped his lips as he came, spilling his hot seed deep inside your warmth, coating your innards in spurts. You gasp for air, feeling his spill settling deep inside of you. His hips pin you in place, making you feel stuffed to capacity and more.

“R-ray I can’t- “

The weight lifts off you and he moves. Without pulling out, Ray unties your arms and adjusts you both so you’re laying side by side in his arms. Now able to breathe, you close your eyes and smile, leaning back into his grip. Even with his cock softening inside of you, you feel full.

There was more you wanted to say. You wanted to know about a shower, maybe even a ride home. It wasn’t safe to spend the night in a stranger’s house, you knew better. But the amount of sex between the bar and now had you exhausted and spent. No force on Earth could convince you to try and get out of bed. Not with those strong arms around you and that limp cock nestled in your core with his soft panting into your hair.

You don’t worry about a thing at all, and you drift asleep effortlessly against him. Ray watches you fade away, breathing in your scent and petting your stomach – he was thinking about his cum inside you, hoping for his seed to quicken. It was a sick desire, but a child would tie you to him forever. He presses kisses to your hair, his beryl eyes closing as you fell asleep.

So trusting, he thinks, finding himself relaxing further now that you were out.

So naïve.

[cyb3rscoups]

Insight

A/N: Part 4 of the baby daddy chronicles. An insight into Attuma and Okoye's toxic ass relationship.

Other Baby Daddy Chronicles

Couple's therapy. Okoye's mother had suggested it first after walking in on one of their explosive arguments one day.

"If you're keeping that man around, you gotta learn how to stop being so petty with him." She had said, pinching her child's arm with a scowl. "I will take the children, and you two will go like adults and air your grievances."

That's how they ended up there. Okoye slouching into the couch deep on one end while Attuma got quite comfortable on the other end, every pillow possible wedged between them.

"So, What is the goal here?" The therapist, Namor, watched the couple take turns rolling their eyes and scoffing before Attuma took liberty to answer.

"I'm doing this for my kids." He sat up a little straighter at the thought of his girls while Okoye scoffed at his bullshit.

"We're doing this cause we're toxic."

Namor, pleasantly surprised by the maturity, smiled just a bit before jotting down some notes.

"Alright. Tell me how you met. Okoye?"

She could remember it like it happened just yesterday. There was a trail she used to walk almost everyday after work. She'd take 30 minutes to decompress before she went home with all the pent up tension.

Attuma had taken to the same routine and had gotten sick of not knowing a thing about the beautiful stranger that walked the trail. One day, they just ended up talking and walking together, staying at the park for almost an hour more than they intended.

Okoye caught her smile before it got too wide as she told the wholesome story. She spared quick glances at Attuma fidgeting with his fingers as he remembered the first thing she did when he approached was punch him in mouth before exclaiming her apologies.

"When we first started it was just sex. Once I got pregnant, then he decided he wanted to date me." Okoye held a certain scorn in her voice as she remembered the tears that burnt her eyes when she realized that she was carrying his children.

"That's not true. I always wanted to be with you. You just wouldn't stop running."

"I don't run, Attuma. That shit was all you!" Subconsciously, her voice began to raise as they continued to contradict eachother.

"I asked you out plenty! You were just too scared to say yes for once!"

"Please! I was just a body to you!" Okoye sucked her teeth, waving his claims off.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Attuma, now turned towards her began to yell to the point that Namor was afraid he might get a noise complaint about the two.

Okoye of course wouldn't let him slide. "Who the fuck are you yelling at?!"

"You! Cause you don't fucking listen!" He turned to Namor who had turned to jotting down various notes as he listened to the petty spout. "Do you see what I deal with?"

"Uh uh don't go to him for help now!" A pillow got tossed away as Okoye sprung from her seat to across over to Attuma's side of the couch. "So you got feelings for those other bitches you fucking all the time too?!"

"Here we go."

"Nah since you had feelings for me right? You fall in love with every hoe you stick your dick in?!" She continued to invade his space, kicking at his leg lightly until she got a reaction out of him.

Attuma rolled his eyes as he leaned forward to shout in her face.

"How many times I gotta tell you?! Huh? I ain't fucking nobody else!"

"Liar!" Another pillow thrown towards him now. "Fuck you!" Okoye pushed at his shoulder until he rose from his seat and caught her wrists.

"Like you so innocent..Who was that I caught all laid up on you when I went to pick the kids up last week huh?! I'll fuck up whoever you got around my kids! I don't give a shit!"

"That shit is childish! You're childish Attuma!" Okoye tried failed to break from his grip as she continued to yell profanities into his face. "Get the fuck off of me! Grimy ass hands prolly touched every bitch in town!"

She twisted and turned until she got a hand free, only to reel it back and send him a searing slap to his cheek in her rage.

The room enveloped in silence as Namor sat, too used to situations like this to really react. Okoye, feeling a ping of guilt as Attuma's cheek turned a dark shade of red due to the impact but also much to prideful and stubborn to apologize.

Attuma, face burning from the slap, only shook his head as he watched the pity tears fall from her eyes.

"Tell the girls I'll be around to get them on Saturday." He muttered, grabbing his jacket and leaving the room, making sure to slam the door on his way out.

It only took a beat of silence before Okoye slunk back down on the couch, her tears running down her face as she realized what she had done.

"I didn't mean to hit him!" She cried. "I-I just got so pissed! I couldn't think!"

Namor supplied her a box of tissues. "Well...at least now I have some idea of what I'm working with."

[ebisul]

TCW Rewatch: Season 1 Episodes 19-22

These are probably my favorite episodes of Season 1. I dont think we get that many Windu-centric episodes so thats like a special little treat for me

Episode 19: Storm Over Ryloth

* Separatists are blockading ryloth and the people are starving

* This seems to be a common trend of the separatists using starvation specifically to their advantage

* “We cannot allow the republic to invade this planet” baby YOURE invading the planet

* Anakin pulling out that false surrender

* Thats a war crime? I think? I need to start a scoreboard for most warcrimes committed

Episode 20: Innocents of Ryloth

* Using the citizens as living shields because they know the jedi wont risk the twilek lives is so shitty but not surprising coming from the separatists

* Okay boil lets not do any slurs please your daughter is down there

* Codywan interactions are always nice…well…

* Wooley is here thats cool, fuck that recon droid tho

* Boil is not good with kids, waxers a sweetheart. We love numa

* This episode is like 80% boil complaining

* Obi wans jedi tricks coming in handy, Cody knows whats up

* ofc he does thats his boyfriend

* Cody with obi wans lightsaber as usual

* Not killing the droid in the cage is so telling of the jedi and obi wan honestly

* The Twileks are freed

* Obi Wan in a tank goes hard actually

* Twileks being freed and like almost immediately beat the shit out of the droid that held them hostage the first chance they get is so real

Episode 21: Liberty on Ryloth

* Ok i understand now, Anakin is fighting ships, that was episode 19, Obi Wan is specifically freeing the Twileks held captive, last episode, and this episode is the front lines with Mace WIndu to take back the capital, i see

* Most of the generals with their clone commanders we’ve seen so far have great synergy, like blyla, codywan, wolffe and Plo are all like known for their great relationships but like Ponds and Windu also have a like respectable relationship it seems although its different from the others

* Its bc they aren’t shipped and windu isnt exactly fatherly but the mutual respect seems to be there and Windu cares about his men

* Anakin and Obi wan have both progressed with their objectives Windu needs to take back the city and capture wat tambor

* The GAR plans to ally with Cham Syndulla and his freedom fighters against the warnings of the senator of ryloth and palps

* Maybe its just me but i thought star wars was pro resistance or at least neutral so why does it seem like they always wanna villainize their resistance leaders like cham syndulla and saw garrera this is more prevalent later in rebels and tbb if im remembering correctly so maybe i need to wait until i rewatch the og trilogy but thats for later it just feels icky i blame filoni

* Twileks were massacred without the help of the Republic in the face of the Droid Army and forced to surrender.

* The separatists tried to exterminate the surviving twileks

* Fuck thats a warcrime right there, bombing a village presumably with civilians inside

* Cham just wants a free Ryloth and willing to make a compromise with the senator for the safety and wellbeing of the twileks

* This bitch only cares about his position of power he sucks at least Cham is out here doing shit

* Fuck the Senate

* Ponds, Windu, and Cham Syndulla is such an interesting trio to me idk why

* Is the silence supposed to be shellshock or to indicate focus in the force bc im getting shellshock vibes?

* I like the effect tho for whatever reason

* We dont see jedi fight like windu a lot

* Or maybe hes just being intentionally depicted as more competent… or maybe we do and i just dont notice

* The tactical droid is overthrowing Wat Tambor??? They can do that???

* Anakin coming in clutch

* Wat Tambor captured i assume? He Surrendered

Episode 22: Hostage Crisis

* CAD BANE LETS GOOOO ig aurra sing is there too or whatever

* Anakin wants to spend time with his wife but also his wife is a very busy very important senator who is busy bc theyre in an active war

* Ani is getting real toxic here already weaponizing their love like that it actually only got worse the longer the scene went on

* Enhanced Privacy Invasion Bill??? What does that entail???

* Wow… another hostage situation… im so shocked…

* Ok i see what their goal is, freeing ziro the hutt, but why? Information?

* Background riyo chuchi??? Fuck yeah

* Palps agrees to release Ziro, Senator Free Taa has to be the one to go to the prison

* Ofc there are bombs

* Ziro the hutt is cartman core

* Senator taa has an anxiety disorder for real

* Is that fox or thorn??? Im usually good at identifying clones by armor, i think it was thorn?

* She calls him master jedi, is that a term used for all jedi generally? I thought that was just jedi masters

* Also lackluster season finale

War Crime Counter

Separatists: 7

Republic: 1 🎉babys first war crime🎉

[sekaithemystic]

Hii, do you have any 'theme songs' for Hanako x Valerie and Valerie x Songbird? 🧐

Oooooooooo man this is going to be hard because my taste in music never aligns with whatever I set for my ships so 😭😭

For Valerie x So Mi, I know I've been saying Perfect Places by Lorde is their song but now that I am writing that SongV fic, I'm gonna say it's going to be Run Away with Me by Carly Rae Jepsen (the fic title is literally from that song).

I'll be your sinner, in secret [...] Baby, every single minute I'll be your hero and win it

Now, for vibes only, Fireflies by Lights & Motion. I think the soft rhythm at the start slowly elevating into more rock-like tune is fitting for Valerie and So Mi in Phantom Liberty as they get thrown into this mess and learn about each other. Also the way the song ends with a piano solo is just 10/10 straight up bringing me back to the space port.

For Valerie x Hanako, again, hard pick around because I can't find something that fits them so I'll settle with Maroon by Zoology for now.

No amount of time could take you And no amount of time could erase you And even if I tried to forget you You'll always be my permanent picture

Calla by MANYO speaks to me in many levels. A slow, longing tune fits Hanako and Valerie's relationship best. Something a bit innocent, but not too much, for that they both fall into the morally grey area at some points. Piano-centric because well, Hanako is a pianist, isn't she?

Don't know why but your ask makes me want to go make moodboards for them asldfja;sfj okay might do that once I have time because the brainrot is unreal

[albino-whumpee]

Story idea:

Protagonist meets a being that presents itself as a god when they die. The supposed god tells them they’re so sad to see their life ending so soon they will grant them a wish. Protagonist makes the mistake of asking for eternal life hoping they would be revived.

They’re not so wrong, as they are revived in another world with another body. Cool, Protagonist thinks. Even if it’s a whole new world, they have read enough books and played enough games to know this is an isekai scenario. Their life wasn’t that great anyways, they will take it.

And so, they live in that world until they’re killed so easily and quick, they can only blink in stupefaction when they awake. They were sure they died, but wasn’t that against their wish? What is going on? They’re also in a different body and a different world???

They last longer this time, but they eventually die again at the hands of a monster. They wake up in someone’s arms. A baby’s body could last a bit longer if treated well, but they understand this life will be even shorter than the first when they’re tossed into the water.

“If you keep dying so quickly, it will be no fun” the deity tells them through the mirror in another world. They demand answers, and the deity is displeased, but complies. The deity explains they would only grant wishes if they were entertaining and an eternal body will some day perish to time itself. So, in order to not lose their new toy, they chose to take some liberties in the interpretation of their wish.

“When you have had enough of living, just tell me. I have no interest in watching ungrateful humans. I only grant wishes to entertaining humans. But if that day comes, I will have you live through all the deaths you have lived until then as to commemorate your eternal life. So, what do you say? Wanna continue? You have only lived three deaths so far, shouldn’t be too painful, right?”

In a panic, the human begs to be reincarnated again. At least that will give them time, right? But with the next few lives, they understand the true intention of such a god granting them “immortality” was to watch them die terribly over and over and over.

And each time, they restart in yet another body in another world.

This person slowly lives a thousand lives. Some good, some great, some in misery and others in greatness. Depending on what they spawned as, their life lasts a long time or a short time. At the beginning, even if their body changes, they are aware of each body’s capabilities. They still call themself their first name internally. They still have fresh and clear the intention of living forever was based in having so many regrets and too many wishes and desires. This starts to blur as the number of revivals increases.

In each life, be it an insect, be it a being from some planet beyond the observable universe, be it some variation of humans, be it a single microorganism that will only last a few hours, be it a king or a witch, a traveler or an animal, they will die a dreadful death eventually.

They try so many things and invent some themself. Their brain changing also makes their “self” changes accordingly. Even if sometimes they can keep their memories and knowledge intact, there’s many times they start over from 0 until a few turns later, a few memories flash back.

Their original name…what was it? Slowly, even the memory of how they looked like becomes blurry. It becomes a haze when they live a thousand lives. What is even the point of remembering it? They’re not that person anymore.

They’re not anything they were and yet they could be it again in the next life. As they realized after a few thousand lives. Where they revived as someone close to them on that round. Regardless of their tries to have a peaceful death, slit throats and suffocation became the options most likely to happen.

They wished their bodies could get numb to the thought of death like their consciousness did. Maybe that would make the process less painful.

The god would make sure to keep things interesting, they realized as things they would be proud of and happy about weren’t always the things that amused the god. A “trial” would come if their actions were unsatisfactory.

They did the mistake of thinking working to please them only would end up in them living longer and found out what they were always looking forward to was their death and their death alone.

So close calls were the only thing that interested them so much, they would be rewarded with calm days or even weeks.

They had been an amazing actor and actress in a few of their lives, they could perform like the most perfect toy for their blood-seeking god.

And so, many lives were lived in a dance of close calls being absolutely planned ahead.

The more lives they lived and remembered, the less they felt a sense of individuality, however.

They had been plants and animals, cut and eaten. So meat and vegetables only brought back the sensations of death itself.

They had been unjust and virtuous and still was punished for their acts regardless of their alignment. So how could they judge, if they understood and knew they would do the same?

They were small and big, lived long and just a moment, lived in love and deprived others of such. So like costumes or masks, they wore each life as their suit for the occasion, the experience of the oppressed to be a better ruler. Learning was empirical and if it wasn’t, they had the experience to learn from their mistakes to arrive at a different conclusion.

For centuries and millennia, they provided endless entertainment to their sadistic god.

So, ah the start of their new life, they receive some news.

“You’ve been the only one to last this long! If you die a peaceful death on this life, I will set you free”

“…what does even free mean to you?”

“Learnt from your mistakes hm?” The deity laughs “I mean I will stop the cycle. You will die for real this time”

They can’t hold a tiny laugh, “What would be fun about seeing a geeezer just die? What will happen when I do die, then?”

“Nothing”

“Just like that? Without living through deaths 0 to 3999?”

The deity nods and the one that has lived too long suddenly feels a pang of actual hope in what seems an eternity,

“For real?”

The deity smiles in a toothy grin before disappearing in thin air “that’s only if you can die a peaceful death”

[fountainpenguin]

If you were given the opportunity to reboot FOP from the ground up, what would you change, shake up, or put your own spin on?

I'll have to give this a short answer, I no joke spent over 2 hours replying to this, then added a Read More and Tumblr told me that my post was too out of this world and it broke the editor. It kicked me out in a split second without any opportunity to save. Sorry to everyone who has to scroll past my stuff in the future, but I'm not living through this again. Read Mores have no place on my blog.

I'm furious because 1) I tried to copy-paste out of this editor like I always do and save in an external place, but the new editor is busted and only copies one paragraph when you do CTRL-A so I gave up, and 2) literally the last sentence I wrote before typing that was "Before my hiatus, Read Mores broke stuff, but I'm willing to give this another try." It's not even the same error it used to be. I can't. I can't.

At least we're friends and I think you know a lot of my thoughts anyway. Sorry it took so long to write an answer to this message, but I've already let it sit for so long that I HAVE to get it out of my inbox now or I'll never go back to it after losing everything :/ I can't believe that just happened. How ironic that one of the main reasons I went on hiatus was because stuff kept breaking and then it's worse when I return. Bleh.

So... Here's the short version of things I can remember talking about:

Update world lore, especially regarding Anti-Fairies. Anti-Fairies debuted in Season 2 and didn't reappear until Season 5; Anti-Fairy World itself made its first appearance in Season 6 because the Anti-Fairies were only seen in jail before that. Anti-Fairy World is kind of barren and stereotypical, and the general vibe of Anti-Fairies is that they are all evil because their magic revolves around bad luck. I'd prefer some gray area. I also feel like the characterizations for Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda were rushed and we should say it.

Logically I know that Anti-Wanda can be said to parallel Wanda's high-class mafia upbringing, but I doubt that was planned since Wanda's family only showed up in Season 5. In another universe, we could have had a classy evil queen. I love the grubby gal, but there are so many cool aesthetics she could have had instead. The Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda vibe doesn't bring anything to the table that Cosmo and Wanda didn't already have unless you take creative liberties.

Maps. Maps would have been great.

Designs. Cosmo, Crocker, and Dad really don't need the same shirt. Wanda's outfit is pretty bland too, and it's honestly a shame that Anti-Cosmo got a unique outfit but Anti-Wanda's is just a recolor of Wanda's. See also, classy queen.

Also I've never liked Timmy's Channel Chasers adult design; I just don't think it's in character. I feel like his body type would be much closer to his parents, and the existing one is just too extreme for my preferences. Doesn't say "Timmy the average kid" to me.

"Fairly Odd Baby" - As much as I enjoy the idea of Fairies placing a ban on babies because they're destructive and Fairy World likes to push away its problems, I'd have introduced Poof as part of an announcement that Cosmo and Wanda had been expecting a baby for 100 to 1000 years. Their lifespans are so long, it wouldn't be out of the question. A reveal episode could have been fun.

I also don't think I would have chosen to leave Poof a baby who can't speak for that long; I think he has a fun personality (Sasses Foop, deliberately puts Foop in harm's way, but also he's super chill and nice and likes sports) and I would have liked to see more episodes where he talks. I don't love how he was shipped to boarding school as soon as he was able to talk and dialogue was needed.

Vicky takes Mark back onscreen. She canonically decided she wanted to start dating him again, after she found out he was an alien and she broke up with him. She made the choice to take back her alien boyfriend and she loves him and we should talk about it. I'm obsessed with them and will forever treasure the deleted "Foul Balled" scene of them holding hands at the senior home while Mark is in his squid form. I support Vicky becoming the shapeshifting queen of a violent planet and being extremely in love with her squid husband.

Chloe / A.J. friendship. A.J. ended world hunger in Season 2 and he built a time machine a few seasons later, I feel like those two would have really hit it off.

More episodes of Timmy playing soccer. I will not re-elaborate.

More of side characters I love, like Molly and Kevin. I love them. I love Kevin falling farther and farther behind his uncle when they walk together, I love Timmy introducing himself to Molly's fairy by shaking her hand... They might be side characters but I feel like they add a lot more to the world and character dynamics in their few scenes than many of the characters do.

Sharing fairies. Timmy sharing fairies with Chloe (or Kevin) as part of a temporary program (like she was just here for one school year before her parents moved again). I think one of the issues people have with Chloe is that it feels like she's here for the rest of Timmy's fairy-related life, and I think a few months of hanging out with her would have been plenty and then there would have been a reason for her to leave the canon afterwards.

Make Chloe Dinkleberg's niece. My favorite headcanon. Also a perfect explanation for why Chloe's family would move to Timmy's street. Also a hilarious parallel of Timmy seething with frustration at his "perfect" neighbor despite spending the entire series making fun of his dad for doing the same thing.

More Timmy/Chloe "step-sibling" interactions. I support Timmy "I will sit with you while you have an hour-long panic attack" Turner in "The Booby Trap" but I cannot emphasize enough that I equally support Timmy "Will take a call from Chloe, listen to her explain that she vaporized a juice box, then hang up and go to bed" Turner. They are step-siblings...

Timmy, Chloe, and Kevin. I support Timmy - Chloe - Kevin trio interactions in general. They're a comedic trio and I want them to support each other.

Gary and Betty. Unironically, we need to talk more about Gary and Betty canonically being aware of the magical world. Or at least they adjusted really fast to being teleported from California to Florida and back again. Also we should talk about that time Gary rang Sanderson on his cell phone, which gets funnier the longer you think about it. Also I love them and we should talk about the deleted "Totally Spaced Out" scene where they tried to flee to Mexico together.

Ending the series with a proper send-off. I'm not a fan of Timmy keeping his magical memories after losing Cosmo and Wanda. Being the protagonist doesn't make him immune. I feel like there are so many ways this could have been done in a sentimental way that people would have loved... I'm sad we didn't get a proper send-off.

On the list of things we don't need to change - Imaginary Gary, Norm, Mark, Molly, Jorgen, the Pixies, Flappy Bob, Foop, and Ed Leadly. They are flawless, 10 of 10. We also do not need to change Chloe casually swearing, but meanwhile Timmy will call you out for saying "Moron" on the radio, and we definitely don't need to change "This isn't a fancy French restaurant- this is a black hole!"

I love the Pixies. If they didn't exist, I would have come along and prepped some worldbuilding about characters who maintain magical paperwork. I love my snarky monotone wasp boys.

Also I just want to shout-out Chloe and Kevin and their personalities being hilarious. I think there are several Chloe-centric episodes that have flawed storytelling, but I do genuinely enjoy the character you're left with after brushing off some of her exaggerated perfectionism.

Kevin has some of the best dialogue in the entire series, and those two just seem to write themselves when you pit them together. I like the mental image of Chloe venting to Timmy about how unfair it is that Crocker shows him favoritism and then it slowly dawns on her that she also has a history of getting a lot of favoritism.

Thanks for the ask! I'm sad I lost the full responses, but I think I've learned my lesson and will draft in an external doc first. Please learn from my mistakes, I will not take back my venting >:(

Even if I lost it, it's nice to take some time and think about some answers to these things. I'm also pretty satisfied that I was able to make this post long enough to feel like a good answer. Yay.

[lunaekalenda]

a/n: more dad aus because i can't go on omfg. fembodied reader, pregnancy mention, they're married, etc, just finished ryman's club and there's no content so i'm making the content B) i will be probs writing about them (about him likely i'm so sORRY) but still i'm open to all of them cause i just-

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"I think we should have a baby." your words fill the kitchen and the only sound that follows your voice is the open sink on the other counter. Your husband has still his hands under the stream, freezing. He didn't move for what seemed ages, still with his hands under the cold water, eyes fixed on the plate he's cleaning. You release the drying rag, walking towards him, and closing the tap, making him react when you speak again. "I get it was sudden, but water still costs money, love." You can't really decipher Tatsuru's expression. You don't know if he's happy, sad or angry. If he likes the idea, if he hates it. He stays silent while you give him a rag, drying his hands for a second. He finally seems to react.

"A baby?" He repeats, more for himself than for you. You see his eyes shining softly as his lips slowly change to a soft smile. The expression is so subtle that you're afraid it isn't more than your imagination, but he repeats it for himself again. "A baby. Our baby." His hands tremble softly as his eyes now search yours.

It's true that, for the time you've been dating, and for the time you've been married, you never spoke about kids. He was so busy with office stuff and the badminton team, and you were so centered on your work that you weren't really thinking about children. Although, whenever you went to any of his matches, sitting close to Usuyama's family, it kinda made you think about holding a children and cheering on your husband together. Still, you were too new on your work to have some liberties, as well as he was too busy to take care of a kid. But now, due to his promotion and your stablished schedule, it didn't seem as an impossible anymore. None of you would need to sacrifice anything you wanted to do, from his team to your classes. You feel like it's the moment to bring the topic, talk about it and find a common solution. Tatsu fixes his gaze on you, soft and tender, before taking you on his arms, hugging you tightly and burying his face on the crook of your neck. "Are you alright, Tatsu?" you ask in a whisper.

He takes a time to answer as he keeps his soft breath on your neck. "I'm really happy... I've been thinking we... We could never bring a kid to our family." He whispers. "I've been so selfish for wanting to have it all. I've tried so many times to left the team, to take a time to raise a baby. But I failed, and I'm so sorry."

"There was no need to rush things." you softly caress his blonde hair, reaching his cheek. "The right time always arrives."

"It does." he murmurs. His heart beats quickly against your hand when you rest it on his chest, getting on your tiptoes to kiss his lips softly. He takes your face between his hands before speaking against your lips.

"I love you." his words make your legs weak and your body feels warm, butterflies fluttering inside as your lips peck his again.

"I love you."

The kitchen was in complete silence, only your breaths could be heard. His hands were tangled on your waist and yours rested on his chest. He seemed thoughtful. Resting your chin near your hands, you look up at him. He seems to be talking to himself, mumbling in soft voice as he plays with the ring on his finger behind your back.

"Maybe we need to search for names... I can ask Mikoto if he's free next week to get some furniture... Should we buy already a bed?"

"Tatsu, love. Don't rush things up. We have plenty of time to prepare when we know we're waiting." He nods and kisses your forehead.

"It's true, sorry." he says. "But, do you know about what we should think now?" he asks. You feel the subtle change on his smile, the right side of his lips arching way more than the rest. His hands caress your sides, caressing your figure covered with one of his old badminton t-shirts, the ones you loved to use and the ones he loved to see you on. He walks softly, taking you with him.

"About what?" you ask, slowly walking backwards, until your legs reach the counter. He smiles from all his height before getting closer for a kiss. He whispers all his ideas against your lips, before pressing them shut against yours, as if they were promises sealed by a kiss.

[hazardmemetic]

— STARTERS from SOPHE LUX’S album WAKING THE MYSTICS

Edited for usability, change pronouns/wording as needed.

Target Market

"I'm the target market." "There is no danger." "I could be the savior." "Always wanted something to live for." "It's gonna be my day, no one's gonna take it away from me." "No one's gonna take it away from me!" "I got the right look." "Pain is pleasure's cushion."

Lonely Girl

"I was a witch in my time of Descartes." "Fought for my soul, but they tried to tear it apart." "Who does she think she is?" "I am a virgin, and I am a whore." "I am a saint and a sinner galore." "I am the inventor of my own tradition." "I know the key and the form of your heart." "I know how to make you tremble and groan."

Marie Antoinette Robot 2073 (A Rock Opera)

"And who would now create such harm?" "What a bonney-bon need." "Sometimes I'm tired of being a serf." "Sometimes I wish the doll on the shelf lead existence, breathed." "Did you know that it was me?" "She's having a crisis." "She's having a crisis about being." "And when the darkness comes to me, it's a star to count on." "You can write it out to make your way back home." "When I look in the mirror, it's empty." "It's just an infinity winking back at me." "You might say I'm a fool to feel this way." "They're making moves in my brain, they say." "They're pretend I know my history."

Time of Light

"It was the time of light." "We'll be loved through thick and thin." "What's outside is just a reflection of what's within." "So dance the night away, my dear." "My cup's already overflowing." "Oh, yes, it is." "I am just waiting for my soul to be restored."

Little Soldier of Time

"Pierce the vortex of your mind, and see what images arise." "You're burning up inside." "My thoughts of you are spinning 'round." "You broke the bronco of my heart." "The past explodes and burns." "Love is a dangerous game." "I guess that love of the self is the only love you can trust." "Deep in my heart, there is a line of keys."

President

"You're going to light your soul on fire." "The world will blossom with your love." "You sparkling little dove!" "I believe in a world where you are president." "Everything would be so divine." "You turn the water right into wine." "Tell the people how to see the beauty of a thousand dreams." "Pointless wars based on the expert of democracy." "We have no answers, no solutions, no possibilities." "Cast my ballot for a new day and eternal spring."

God Doesn't Take American Express

"I dreamed the Statue of Liberty fell over." "Any move you make creates danger." "It takes a lot of hard work to be saved." "Come take a trip outside of your mind." "It's got a way of treating you so, so unkind." "Got a big surprise waiting here, just for you." "Your dreams are coming true." "Bring back the feeling inside my brain." "The eye that is hidden feeds off the stranger." "God doesn't take American Express no more." "How you ever going to make it home again?" "Oh, my love." "How you ever going to fill that emptiness deep inside?" "What a challenge it'll be." "You'll go down in history."

String Theory

"Freedom can mean a lot of things." "Fly your way into the sea, baby." "The key to creation's in your heart." "You know it is." "She speaks to her many dreams, but her words sew too slow." "You know, they put on quite the show."

Lou Salome

"In the past they called me Lou Salome." "Found myself on fire in the pursuit of philosophy." "For me, wisdom was my ecstasy." "There's a light shadow now, clear out on the water." "History and we live on the invisible wings of your legacy." "Hey [NAME], what are we to do without you?" "You could see the dragons." "You could see the angels." "All of life is poetry."

Electra 33

"And isn't it for you that I'm still waiting here?" "And isn't it for you that I'm still alive?" "And isn't it for you that I parted the veil to the other side?" "It's all over now, love." "I don't need you to feed me anymore." "I've got my own medicine now." "I killed the dragon with its terrible teeth." "Find a way to break the spell." "But I broke the hook that she tried to put in me." "There's no going back now."

Girl of Your Tomorrow

"In the times of old, we used to dream about her." "You know it's true, my love." "She'll soon be here." "She's the girl of your tomorrow." "She'll see you through." "Cry to cleanse the body of your fears." "You know that I'll be here for you." "She is your morning girl." "Baddest little girl in the whole wide world."

Fill Me Up With Grace

"Fill me up with grace, 'cause I'm falling." "I've buried my crown." "Fill me up with tears and Jesus." "I could use some healing." "I found the reason today to be living." "I saw the answer." "And you have stayed my heart with the blood of a thousand rose petals."

[howaboutcastiel]

How Do I Ask? (Marc Spector x F!Reader)

[18+] VERY NSFW PLEASE GO AWAY CHILDREN [18+]

Summary: Marc is usually the one to initiate sex. At this point, the reader doesn’t even know how to seduce him (it usually doesn’t require any effort). When the reader wants a change of pace from him, though, she must deal with the conundrum of being the one to make the first move. 

Word Count: 5.4k

Based on an anon request! Lots of love to that mystery person <3 I took some… liberties with the plot. Reader is my body type so sorry skinny gals and NB/FTM babes.

Content: Smut, Like a lot of smut, porn-IS-the-plot kinda smut. Protected sex (we’re not getting pregnant in THIS economy). Oral (M), roughness, a little bit of angst but it's horny angst. Oops there's 2k words of foreplay you can skip that if you want.

You loved the way that your boyfriend Marc made love to you. His gentleness, his selflessness, and even his patience was completely unmatched. Whenever the two of you found yourself in his bed—or his couch, or his shower, or the backseat of his car, or even his kitchen table—you knew that he was there to take care of you. It was such a warm, wholesome feeling that you never wanted to live without. 

That being said…

Sometimes you longed for something… rougher. Sure, you enjoyed yourself when you had sex with Marc. Hell, he made sure that you always enjoyed yourself, often putting your needs before his own. That’s just the kind of man that he is. But there was only so much gentleness you could take. Only so much of Marc holding himself back. You knew the kind of man he was when he was out in the world. The brutal, cunning, ruthless, deranged warrior that he tried too hard to shake off when he came through your door each night. 

Sometimes you wanted that man. 

You wanted him to fuck you into the mattress so hard you couldn’t walk the next day. For him to grab you by the throat and use your body for whatever his liking. You longed for the roughness, for you to know that he’s not holding anything back. You knew of his secret, raw, semi-sadistic darker desires. You could see them in his eyes when he looked at you sometimes. God, how you wanted to fulfill those needs. In many ways, you would be fulfilling your own at the same time. 

But you didn’t know how to ask. Marc was very averse to the idea of hurting you. Of taking advantage of you. Of scaring you. You didn’t know how to explain to him that that was exactly what you wanted from him. You longed for every single part of him, including the part that wished to treat you like a piece of meat after a long day of doing Khonshu’s bidding. You were just as attracted to his cold vigilante power complex as you were to his undying need to protect you from it. 

You didn’t know how to say that, though. 

It was just past 7:30 when Marc walked through the door to your now-shared apartment. This was the first time you’d ever moved in with a boyfriend. Marc was a lot of firsts for you, in fact. You could tell as soon as he entered the room that he was too tired to go prowl the streets in his Moon Knight suit. He was practically already turned in for the night as he drew in a breath and smelled your delicious cooking waft from the stove. 

“Hey, honey,” His voice was husky and low, indicating that he was hiding a bit of stress from his day. You knew him this well by now. You didn’t turn to face him as he approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around your back and planting his chin on your shoulder. A gentle kiss found its way to your cheek, followed by a soft groan from him. “What you cooking? It smells delicious.”

“Bolognese.” You turned your head so that his second kiss found your lips, only a tiny bit stronger than the first. He held you like you were a fragile thing, delicate and priceless. You wanted to ask him to hug you tighter; you wanted to feel his strength against you. “Go wash up, baby. It’ll be ready pretty soon.”

He hummed into your ear as he dropped his hands, stopping to pinch your ass on his way toward the guest bathroom. That was about as much teasing as Marc was willing to do. Respecting your boundaries was his number one priority when it came to your love. He would never do anything to risk running you off; he couldn’t bear to lose you. Sure, he would initiate sex just about every time you had it, but he would never, ever touch you without explicit consent. 

You knew that made him a wonderful man that you were lucky to have. But sometimes you wanted the other side of him. The so-called monster. The killer. 

“Do you want me to set the table?” His voice startled you from your thoughts. You were feeling particularly racy tonight; you couldn’t put your finger on why. But you knew, the more his voice trickled into your ears, gruff and sultry as ever, that you were practically in heat. You were going to have to ask him to do something. You needed him. The other side of him. 

You needed him bad. But God, how could you ask?

“That would be great, babe.” If only you could just make it through dinner. Just ten or fifteen minutes of small-talk. You could use the time to rack your brain for some way to convince him. To make him lose himself in you. He looked like he could be in the perfect mood. He was just slightly stressed, maybe a bit unhinged, but ever-so-slightly too tired to use what was pent up to do any real violence tonight. He wouldn’t go out and break anything tonight. Maybe you could convince him to break you. 

Just get through dinner first.  

He planted another kiss on your cheek as he slid behind you to the cupboard where your good china was kept. Marc had an unspoken rule about eating your home-cooked meals; he would never cheapen the experience with cheap dinnerware. He appreciated the wholesome domesticity that you helped cultivate for him. It was something he hadn’t experienced in nearly three decades. There was no way in hell he wasn’t going to do everything in his power to let you know how much it meant to him. 

You had to restrain yourself from scarfing down your meal in record time. Marc raised his eyebrow at the way you held your fork. He couldn’t decide if you were scared of it or if you were so ravenous that you couldn’t fathom the meal. He made little noises as he ate from his own bowl. Partly to show you how much he enjoyed the food, partly to drive you crazy with his teasing moans and grunts. You looked so cute when you blushed at him, he couldn’t help himself. 

But once dinner was finally over, the teasing halted where it normally would move forward. Marc would usually start by being just a bit too handsy with you, testing the waters to see if you were okay with moving forward at that moment. He would plant tiny kisses on your exposed skin, not even anywhere too cheeky. He would kiss the back of your hand, or your cheek, or even your forehead before he got the indication that you were in a sexual mood, but he always made it clear that he was asking.

Not tonight. 

Tonight you watched as he plopped down on the creaky old sofa, clicking the TV to some rugby game between two teams you barely knew the names of. He seemingly took no notice as you sat down beside him, still unsure of how to communicate to him your burning need. And by now, burning was quite literal as you felt the familiar heat pooling under your belly. You ran a hand through his hair and he absentmindedly leaned into your touch. He wrapped an arm around your torso, holding you to his side as his eyes never moved from the screen. 

Is something wrong? He almost always wants sex. Especially when you have so much free time in one night. He must be feeling really exhausted. Hell, could he be sick or something? Maybe you were wrong about the signals he was sending before. 

You planted a hesitant kiss on his neck, feeling to make sure he wasn’t feverish. It was silly, but he never paid so little attention to you. Or at least it felt that way. In reality, he wasn’t acting much different than normal, but your overdriven senses couldn’t function when all they perceived was that he wasn’t worked up for you. You were going to have to get him hot and bothered on your own. 

Your face nuzzled into his neck, you couldn’t see the cunning smile creep across his face. He’d known, to some extent at least, what was up with you the moment he came home. He had felt you leaning into his touch as you cooked dinner, had watched you blush and space out as you all but ignored the dinner you had worked so hard to make for him. It certainly wasn’t that he didn’t want you tonight; he wanted you now more than he ever did. But he couldn’t keep himself from playing dumb, intrigued by your unusual desire for him painted so plainly on your pitiful face. He wanted to see how you would try to initiate this. 

Of course, he didn’t know everything. You still would need to tell him exactly what you wanted, how differently you wanted him tonight. 

You were getting frustrated now. He made no movement against you as you ran your fingers through the curly locks of his hair. His hand was still against your side, barely touching your skin even as your lips began to ravage his neck. Marc had to stifle a chuckle as you made a near-silent noise of discontent. You were gonna have to do better than that. 

Impatient, you finally took his chin in your hand, lightly jerking his head over so that he was facing you. You pushed your lips against his, aggressively working them open with your tongue. God, what had gotten into you? 

He smiled against you as he turned his body to you, running his hands up and down your arms as you lightly tugged on his hair. A choked moan escaped his lips as you pulled at a particularly sensitive spot on his scalp, and he swallowed hard before pulling his mouth away from yours.

“Why so excited?” You chased his lips as they parted from you. The growing impatience you felt was enough to help you express your need. You snaked one hand down to his chest, lightly squeezing the skin as he pulled his arm loosely up around your neck.

“I need… something.” The words could barely make it out of your mouth. You were breathless, blinded by your own ambition and the fucking sexy man in front of you. As you looked at him, you saw the darkness that you craved so desperately. You also saw the familiar gentleness threatening to creep over him, ruining what you had planned. 

“Okay. You’ve gotta be more specific than that.” There was still that hint of the unhinged man. The one who operated on instinct. On anger. You had to hold onto that man. But you could hardly feel your hands.

“I need you, Marc. So bad. Need you right now.”

“Honey, you always have me. You know that.” A smile crept across his face. His eyes were growing softer, pushing anger through your body. You had to force the gentleness away.

“No.”

“Hmm? I’m right here for you. I’ll take good care of you.”

“I don’t want that!” The words spilled out of your mouth in a petulant whine. Marc’s eyes widened, confused and maybe a little offended. He swallowed hard before he chose his next words. You felt yourself blush, ashamed by your impatience and lack of communication.

“What do you want, then?” You took a deep breath, trying to hold your head up so that you were looking down at him. Your attempt at domineering wasn’t working too well, but you were going to get your point across. You were all but soaking through your pants, he was going to give everything you needed from him. 

“The other you. The one you try to hide from me, Marc. I want it rough. You’re always so scared of hurting me. I want you feel you hold me down.”

“Oh… wow. Honey—” God, those fucking soft eyes again. You couldn’t have that. You’d made it too far for that. 

“Let me finish. I know you’re scared to hurt me. I know you think you’re gonna scare me away. Listen to me. I want you to be rough with me. I don’t want you to hold anything back. I need this. And you need it to. You’ve got to let yourself go for me, please.”

You watched it all flash across his face. Surprise, then worry, then confusion. Then contemplation, then fear, then intrigue. Finally, you saw what was unmistakably a look of decision. Then you watched as that softness melted away, replaced by something else entirely.

And it looked so fucking good. 

In one neat motion, Marc swept you up off of the couch, carrying you bridal-style to the bedroom and wasting no time. You breathed a silent sigh of victory, enamored by the way he looked like part of him had been waiting for your request since the moment you met. He didn’t care that his hair had fallen into his face as he moved you effortlessly onto your silk queen-size sheets. It was so easy for him, and you weren’t exactly a small woman. How much of his strength was he really holding back?

“You’re so beautiful.” He purred, pulling himself on top of you. He took in the sight of you, hair sprawled out against the mattress and face already delirious with lust. Your breath hitched at the way he held over you, his Magen David necklace dangling but an inch from your lips. The softness still lingered; he looked at you with such gentleness. He wasn’t letting go all the way.

“C’mon baby. Don’t get all lovey-dovey on me. Take your frustrations out.” You tried to pull him down onto you, but he was steady in his balance. He didn’t budge as you took a fistful of his shirt, hesitant to take your words at face value. Marc didn’t want to break you. “I’ll be okay. I promise. Please, Marc. Let it all out.”

Nothing. He didn’t move. You were beyond impatient now. 

You wrapped both arms around his neck, pulling him down with the full force of your weight. He sucked in a breath as his balance was broken by your endeavor, forced to re-situate himself on his forearm as the bed braced your frame once again. He seemed annoyed by your show of force, but he was starting to take your begging for what it was. You wanted him to break you apart. To use you up until there hardly was anything left. What kind of man would he be if he wouldn’t indulge your one deepest desire?

“If you’re sure that this is what you want…” He studied your face as he trailed off, hoping desperately that he wasn’t making a big mistake. There was no sign of hesitence; your mind was made up. You wanted it. “You can’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Enough talk.” You trailed your hand down his chest. His eyes were darkening again. “If you don’t touch me right now I’m gonna go fucking insane.”

With that, he pressed his weight down into you, his lips melting into yours as he braced the side of your head with one of his calloused hands. You wrapped your arms around his chest, digging your nails into the thin cotton between his shoulder blades. Something in his body language shifted as you tried to grind up against him. Something you’d never felt before washed over him. 

He pulled away just far enough for you to tug his shirt up. There was an almost feral look in his eyes and the mere sight of him brought a moan deep from your chest. He smiled at the sound, satisfied at how easy you were to rile up. 

“Turn around.” The order was far unlike anything he’d ever said to you. He didn’t coo, didn’t coax you to turn over with gentle massages and pecks to your throat. Marc looked mad with delight as you felt yourself blush at the tone of his voice. You complied without a second thought, heat rushing somewhere else besides the flush across your cheeks. 

You sat with your back to him as he leaned off of you, wondering why he chose this position when you felt more than fine under him before. You stared at the headboard as you heard him shuffling behind you, not daring to move from where he’d ordered you to be. 

Marc wrapped his arms around your torso, pressing your back against his chest and groping your breasts through the fabric of your shirt. He sucked a few spots down your neck, much more distant and hungry than the way he normally worshipped your throat. He guided your arms up with his hands, not using much force but domineering nonetheless. In less than a second, your shirt was off of your body, tossed aside to where his own laid in the corner of the room. 

The clasp of your bra took even less time to unhook. He was good at that; better than you were sometimes. You stifled a gasp as the cool air hit your chest, but he replaced his hand in time to save a chill from running up your front. 

“Be good for me.” It wasn’t until the mattress creaked as he stepped off the bed that you realized why he’d asked you to sit like this. You barely had time to process it before a feverish hand found it’s way to the back of your head. Marc grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling hard enough that you could gather he was leading you to lie down. 

When you were barely an inch from making contact with the bed, he wrapped his hands around the tops of your arms, pulling you hard so that your head dropped off the foot of the bed. You sucked in a hiss at the strength of his grasp on your skin, instinctively pulling your own hands up to cup the back of his palms. He looked at you with just a tinge of concern. 

“Too much?”

“Oh. God, no.” This was exactly what you meant. Use me. Till there’s nothing left. 

Marc was wearing nothing but his boxers now, his erection more than evident through the thin layer of cotton. He ran his hand along your bare chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps as you tried to grasp at him with your upside-down view. Too disoriented to find his skin with any accuracy, you dropped your hands back down to your sides, defeated. He removed one of his hands, using it to pull his length out from the fabric. 

Oh, fuck. You didn’t know what you were in for. 

He started off slow as he pushed into your mouth. Your neck felt stiff from the awkward angle, and your obstructive view made you uncomfortable. It didn’t matter, though, because his initiative was driving you fucking wild. You couldn’t help yourself from moving one hand to the band of your pants, pushing up under the fabric to rub at your clit. 

You didn’t make it there, though. A firm grasp found its way around your wrist, forcing your hand back down to your side. You couldn’t see the look on Marc’s face, but you could hear the scoff that fell from his mouth as he held your arm flat against the sheets. 

“Not yet.” He murmured, giving you an unspoken warning. He forced himself deeper into your throat. You tried your hardest to relax your jaw and steady your breath. All you wanted was to see the drunken look on his face. To watch his mouth fall open as he felt your throat stretch around him. That would make the struggle for breath more worthwhile. 

You could only hear as a filthy groan spilled from his lips. His grip tightened on your breast, sending a wave of pain through you and causing your breath to hitch against your will. He gasped at the tightening of your throat, his hips stilling for one excruciating moment. You expected him to pull out when a choked sputtering forced its way through your lips, but he only persisted in his previous rhythm. 

Use me. You couldn’t make yourself regret the request. 

“That pretty mouth.” There was nothing for you to do but lay still as he slowly, deeply fucked your mouth. As much as this wasn’t what you’d had in mind for tonight, your arousal only grew with each groan and low whine from his lips. You took your lack of vision as an opportunity to lose yourself in the noise, finding a rhythm in your breathing to effortlessly match his thrusts. 

After a few minutes, Marc pulled away. It surprised you, lulling you from your trance and drawing attention to your other senses. You lifted your head tentatively, massaging your neck to soothe the roughness in your throat. You rolled over enough to face right-side up again, taking in the image of him struggling for breath. 

“So fucking good.” He scrunched his eyes shut in an attempt to steady himself. You allowed the blood to rush down from your head as you let him sort himself out. He still seemed like he was holding something back. 

He leaned forward to kiss you, kneeing his way onto the bed. Marc was savoring the way his cock had ravaged your mouth, leaving your lips cracked and dry and reminding him of who your body really belonged to right now. You didn’t fight him as he forced your lips apart, licking the taste of himself off of your poor, abused mouth. 

You were trying so hard to be patient. Every move he made just made you wetter and more delirious. All you wanted was some friction, some sweet relief from the tension building up inside you. This was where you hoped the roughness would work in your favor. 

“So good.” He kept repeating the phrase. More unhinged moans found their way up from his chest. You knew he could be much colder than this, but he cared too much about you to give it his all. At the end of the day, his pleasure was dependent on yours. You still hadn’t convinced him that you truly wanted everything he had to offer, cold or not. 

“Please, baby,” You heard the words exit your mouth before they even made it through your brain. Pressing into him harder, you desperately tried to grind your aching cunt against his knee. You just needed friction. You needed force. You needed him. 

A guttural moan was his response to your cry. You wanted him so bad. He was finally starting to get the picture. Marc leaned back off of the bed, just enough to pull his boxers off completely. You hated the fact that your bottom half was still fully clothed. Marc was starting to hate that fact just as much, desperate to bury himself inside you. 

“Take them off.” He only gestured at your pants with his eyes, but there was no mistaking what he meant. You scrambled to pull the tight denim down from your thighs, cursing your curvy hips though they drove your boyfriend insane. Finally you forced the fabric down past your calves, frustratedly adding the jeans to the pile in the corner. Marc had moved from the foot of the bed, now scrambling through the bedside table for a condom. That thought gave you some relief, because you knew what it meant was going to be happening next. 

“Can you lay on your stomach?” He asked as he rolled the latex down over his length. Contrary to his words, there was no asking in his tone. It was casual, borderline cold. The way a bartender might ‘ask’ to see your ID. You turned to lay on your front, craning your neck to watch his movements until he left your line of sight. 

You felt the dip of the mattress as he crawled on top of you, snaking two fingers under the hand of your panties and yanking them down. The show of force sent another wave of heat to your practically dripping core. Your eyes squeezed shut and you gasped sharply as his hand came down roughly on your skin. 

He grabbed a proper fistful of your ass, pinching the skin with no regard for the pain that shot through you. God, this was exactly what you wanted. A choked groan erupted from your lips, scratching against the inside of your hoarse throat. 

“So wet for me.” You heard the sly grin in his voice as he slid his index finger up your core. He stopped just short of your clit, causing you to grind down into the sheets in a silent beg for more. The beating of your heart rang in your ears, juxtaposed by his devious noises of pleasure. 

Pulling you up by your thighs, he pushed into you without any further warning. You held onto the sheets for dear life, squeezing the silk in your fists as he bottomed out forcefully. Again, you wished that you could watch his face, see him beading with sweat as expletives fell from his mouth with no forethought. You could see his calloused hand on the mattress beside you, veins pulsing as he too abused the sheets with his fist. 

He set an average pace as he made a pattern of his movements, thrusting into deep before pulling out nearly all the way. You needed more from him. 

“God! Babe—” You couldn’t get the words out of your mouth. Pressing your forehead into the sheets, you racked your brain for some kind of way to tell him you needed more. His hips sputtered at your little pet name. He moved his hand over the back of yours, interlocking your fingers and effectively holding you still. 

“C’mon.” Words were lost in your jumbled brain. 

“What’s that?” Marc spoke with clarity despite the ecstasy that his body was feeling. You clenched around him as he squeezed your hand, causing him to falter in his rhythm for just one small moment. There, you finally gathered a single clear thought. 

“Faster.” The word took his breath from him. Part of Marc already thought that he was being too rough with you. Hysterical whimpers escaped your lips as he stilled his hips. You pushed backward into him as forcefully as you could, maddened by the absence of his movements. 

“You sure?” The hesitation was still there. That god-forsaken softness, that fear that he would shatter you, leave you destroyed. You were sick and tired of that caring little voice. That gentleness that polluted his soul, restrained his movements, and forced him away. 

“Yes. Now!” You cursed the strength of his that held you back from grinding up into him. Why couldn’t he use all that force to ruin you? Why couldn’t he get it through his head? “Fucking—please!”

It finally clicked. The lightbulb turned on in his head. 

You were desperate for him. For him. Not for pleasure, not for care. For him. All of him. The very deepest parts of him. The ones that hurt, the ones that caused hurt, the ones that didn’t care either way. You needed every part of him. You needed them to ruin you. 

Your desperate moan was nearly a scream as he finally resumed his pace. Obliging your request, he set his rhythm faster than before, still just slow enough to use all the force he started with, bottoming out perfectly with each thrust. 

You could feel that he’d finally snapped. There was no holding him back as he rammed into you with brute force. The room was filled with the most filthy of sounds, skin slapping skin and unhinged moans and gasps riddling the air. Most everything from your lips came out in broken, indiscernible sobs. Music to your ears, Marc was much better at voicing his thoughts. 

“God, baby. So fucking tight. Feels so—fucking—good.” The words sounded like praise, and you guessed that they were in some way, but they spilled from his mouth without any deliberation or restraint. He wasn’t saying those things for your sake. He was feeling them. A prettier sound couldn’t befall your ears, as none existed. 

Your orgasm grew in your gut at an unmatchable speed. You always finished when you had sex with Marc, but this was primal, out of both of your controls. The pleasure forced itself through your core, sending electricity up and down your body, paralyzing you. Your moans grew in frequency, emphasized by each of his thrusts. You pulsed around him, uncontrollably chasing the high. 

He wasn’t far behind you. Marc’s rhythm began to falter as you tightened and relaxed repeatedly. You reached your peak with a whimpering cry, his name mashed between expletives as pleasure ripped through your spine. Within seconds, he was spilling his load. His hand was tight enough on yours to leave a bruise or two. 

Air struggled to reach your lungs as he slowly pulled away. You collapsed forward, not bothering to stop the drool pooling at your mouth. As the stars began to fade from your vision, you became blissfully aware of every nerve in your body. 

You were fucking destroyed. Your lips, your throat, your hands, your ass. Your legs were sore from holding you at the awkward angle, forced to brace the weight of Marc’s thrusts. You doubted you would be able to walk or sit comfortably when morning came. Oddly enough, the thought brought you more amusement than turmoil and you swallowed your pride, feeling the raw pain catch in your throat. You hoped the bruises would be visible tomorrow. 

“Fuck.” Marc’s voice was all but ravaged. You turned your head to finally take in his own ruined form. His hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his face, curls framing his eyes with a captivating shape. His chest rose and fell with spent exhaustion, rapidly trying to coax him back to his resting heart rate. You watched in delight as the sweat fell from his neck, glistening against his flushed olive-toned skin. You ran a lazy hand over the peck closest to you, relishing the sound of his breath hitching at the contact. 

This was what letting go looked like. 

When Marc finally opened his eyes, he met your gaze without a second thought. All the gentleness had returned to his face, but you couldn’t be upset by that now. Everything was perfect. You could let him care for you now. 

“I love you.” You couldn’t hear the words come from your mouth, but you knew from the look on his face that Marc had received them. He seemed confused, the phrase very much out of place after what he’d just done to you. 

“Did I hurt you?” There was worry dripping from his gaze. 

“Oh… of course.” A smile grew on your lips. His brow furrowed as you gave a soft, broken laugh. “And I’m fucking glad that you did.”

“You’re insane.” He rolled his eyes, leaning into your touch. The tug of sleep began to threaten your sight. 

“That makes two of us.”

“Hey!” He couldn’t argue with you. His own smile revealed his beautiful teeth. Elation took him over, making him almost giddy. “I guess that’s fair.”

“Hmm.”

“I love you, too.”

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