#im also tipsy so if you saw this no you didn't

[deltadarlingf1]

The gods put me in the right generation as an F1 fan bc if I was around in the 70s/80s?

1. I'd have done anything in my power to be a grid girl and

2. I'd have been hopping in and out of driver's hotel rooms so much you could call me housekeeping

[spookykoolkat]

kinktober | grateful - j.m.

kinktober day nine - cockwarming

pairing: joel miller x plus size!reader

wc: 2.17k

summary: being joel's girlfriend meant you saw sides of him no one else ever saw. one of them was how he just loved to be in your presence, to feel you, to touch you — to be buried inside of you.

warnings: 18+ ONLY!!! MINORS ARE NOT WELCOMED!!! NO AGE = BLOCKED. mentions of violence and sexual violence *if you blink you will miss it it's not a main theme!*, mentions if blood, dirty talk, p in v, cockwarming, slight somno.

an: gosh im so behind on this but i WILL catch up. i have a concert tmrw im very excited! also this one is very short, but i still love it 🥹

reblogs, likes & comments are so very appreciated i love u guys 🥹

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YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHAT it meant to be in a relationship – with joel. somehow, years after you got lost with the group you’d traveled with for months, you ended up in the midst of a bunch of men on horses pointing their guns at you. 

one of them being joel, and his brother. you were cut up, bloodied and bruised, in the freezing winter with hardly anything on. you remembered looking around you at the men that circled you, your hands raised but just barely because you had a stab wound on your left shoulder, crying. 

“please, i, i can leave just, please don’t kill me, i’ll go,” you cried frantically. 

every thought was going through your mind right now. you were half naked, shivering and near frostbite basically, the only thing warming you up would be the blood pouring from your wounds. there were only two things that could happen. 

they’ll trap you, have their way with you, then leave you for dead. or, they shoot you because they think you’re infected. 

“please don’t hurt me, i’m, i’m not infected, i swear.” you sobbed, looking down at your knees that felt numb being buried in the snow. 

you heard a shuffle, then something hit the floor, and the crunch of snow under a pair of boots. until you saw them right in front of you, and the person lowered themselves down to your height. 

the man tilted your chin up with his glove-covered fingers, and made you look at him. 

“you ain’t got nothin’ to be scared of, come on, we’ll get ya some clothes,” 

and that was it. joel was the one who kept you away from the men that stared you down like a piece of meat that day, he kept you away from tommy, who kept telling him it was a bad idea. but quickly referenced when he and ellie came into town, and they took them in like nothing. 

he kept you safe. and he let you stay with him for the time being, until you managed to find a job down at the local bar. then, the two of you kind of went your separate ways. you found a little house at the corner that tommy told joel to give you, and managed to live by yourself for the year you were there. 

joel didn’t want you on patrol routes, or to forage for things that the town needed. he needed you safe, even when he wasn’t there. 

you hadn’t talked to joel, but he managed to come to the tipsy bison every friday, sitting at the bar by himself and watching you. 

“you know,” you start as you are cleaning the beer glasses and wiping down the sticky table after closing. joel was the only one still there. 

“you come here every friday, ever since i started working here, but everyone i’ve ever heard from tells me you like to drink alone. in the comfort of your own house,” you said, wiping the bar down in front of him. 

“jus’ makin’ sure you ain’t in no trouble over here,” he mumbled behind his last drink, downing the rest of the mahogany liquid. he did a subtle look down your shirt as you wiped the bar down in circles, watching your cleavage come into view. 

you just chuckled. “i think i’ll be okay. i promise you’ll be the first one i go to if i need help.” 

that made a small smile tug on his lips. 

“let me walk ya home,” 

so he did. except he didn’t leave after that. that night, the two of you drank a little more at your place, and things got a little heated. in the midst of stretching you out for the very first time, he was whispering things you would’ve claimed were little nothings, but seemed as if he was declaring his need for you. 

“fuck baby, tell me, whose pussy is this? who else is stretchin’ ya out like this?” 

“pretty fuckin’ girl, i swear i’ll fuckin’ kill for ya, won’t let nobody come near ya,” 

“you ain’t leavin’ me, darlin’. this pussy is fuckin’ mine,” 

and you never did, and he always kept his promise. four years later, after him being the one to fix your wounds and give you clothes, a place to stay — you lived with him. ellie ended up being able to take patrol routes occasionally, moving into a small house with dina. she was even glad he had someone to look after him, to take care of him as he cared for everyone. 

joel had just came in towards the end of the night from patrolling with tommy, mumbling about how he’s sort of an idiot. you could barely hear his banter from your bedroom, ears perking up at the sound of the door opening and slamming closed.

“baby?” you called out from the bedroom as he walked to the kitchen and grabbed himself a beer. his eyes searched for you in the darkness of the living room, until he ended up walking to the back hall to the room you both slept in. 

his face softened, giving a little smile as he walked over to you and plopped on the bed next to you. the force almost made you drop the book you were reading, so you dog-eared the page and put it on the table as you turned to curl into him. 

“you smell like outside,” you said as you crinkled your nose. 

“fuckin’ tommy, stressin’ me out. he wanted t’ stay longer for maria just in case but it was a fuckin’ ghost town, nothin’ was even there, but he’s fuckin’ stubborn.” 

you just sighed and let your face rest on his chest as his arm threw over behind you, rubbing the side of your body. “well, you’re home now.” 

he sighed, taking a swig from the beer and moved to put it on the bedside table. he just threw his head back, used his forearm to cover his eyes and breathe in and out. you just looked at him, a little empathetic. 

you started to kiss his chest, the one with the dirty shirt he wore to patrol and up his body, to his neck and jaw. with the movements, you swiftly swung your leg over one side and straddled him, making his arm move and his head tilting down to get a look at you. 

you just watched him, watching you, and smiled as you sat directly on his groin. 

“i know you’re stressed, but,” you started and rubbed over his tummy and pecs, “i need you.” 

you said with lust in your eyes, and he just smirked as he watched you reach under his shirt to feel the warmth of his body. 

“my baby needs me, ‘s that right?” he asked lowly, his voice sounding raspy and gruff. his hands rested on the width of your hips, loving the way you were so curvy and plush for him.

you just nodded, and moved to where you could unbuckle his pants and try to shimmy them down with his help. after you got his pants and boxers to his knees, you spit in your hand and gripped the shaft of his half hard cock. 

“i love you,” you said as you started to feel him harden in your hands, his own hands moving to the tank top you had on and yanking the fabric down to see your breasts. 

“you know i love you, baby,” he said and reached to play with your heavy breasts, tugging your nipple and playing with both of them so he could watch them peak. 

“i’m just real tired, honey,” he started as he felt your grip on his cock soften, and watched your face turn with disappointment until he grabbed your face and made you look at him. 

“you wanna help me out, darlin’?” he asked and you nodded with your eyebrows furrowed, “alright then, come lay down right here,” 

he patted the side of the bed that you slept on, and you let go of his cock before pouting and sliding down to the side next to him. you faced the opposite direction, facing the wall as you heard him get up and start taking all of his clothes off before sliding under the blankets with you. 

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty, baby, such a pretty fuckin’ pussy you have,” he said in your ear as he pulled you flush to his back, gripping your asscheeks before pulling one cheek apart from the other, feeling the wetness you gathered at your cunt. 

“always so wet f’ me, always so good to me,” he breathed on your neck. he felt your legs move apart so he’d have more access, and he just smiled, kissing on your shoulder. 

you didn’t know what he was planning on doing until you felt him guide the tip of his fully hard length up and down your cunt, still using one hand to move the thickness of your ass so he’d have access to your juices.

“joel,” you whined and moved your hips back to his, and finally felt his tip slip inside of you. 

“please,” you begged as he stretched you completely, feeling full even as he’s halfway. 

he lifts the blankets to watch you take him from behind, watching how his cock the was lathered with your juices as he thrusts softly into you before he bottoms out completely. 

but he doesn’t move, and instead kisses on your shoulder before going to your back, kissing there and wrapping his arm around your waist to rest on the fat of your tummy. 

“wait, joel i-” you started before he just squeezed your breast, leaving his hand to rest there. 

“mm-mm, we’re goin’ to sleep,” he said, but the feeling of his cock being buried inside of you was too distracting. you couldn’t sleep. 

“but joel,” you whined, your hand resting on top of his as you felt the heat of his breath against your neck. 

“go to sleep, i promise i’ll give you want you want baby, jus’ let me feel you like this, yeah?” he asks and you involuntarily moan a little, your movements of trying to fuck back on his cock failing. 

“i love feelin’ you like this, sweet girl. could be buried in this fuckin’ cunt for years,” he whispered as he squeezed your tit again, “you fit me so fuckin’ perfectly,” 

“i love when you fill me up, joel,” you whispered ss you hugged his arm, leaving kisses on it and making joel smile against your skin. 

“aw, my baby, loves when i just keep you on my cock, just so i can feel you. love when you keep me warm inside that little fuckin’ cunt,” he growled and you whined, trying to squirm and get some movement in. 

he just holds you tight, not letting you move. the feeling of his cock filling you to the brim made your cunt clench, and he groaned at the feeling. you felt like you were suffocating, practically feeling his cock in your throat as he just laid there behind you and kissed your skin. 

“go to sleep, baby. i promise i’ll make ya cum over n’ over til’ i gotta leave,” he said, and your heart skipped a beat at the proposition.you knew he was telling the truth, because he’s done it before. 

he’s made you soak the sheets before it even hit six in the morning, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you and ravishing in it. the best thing he could ever do with his time is watch you fall apart because of him, and make you feel good. 

so, you fell asleep with him still inside of you, feeling the dull throb of his cock and your cunt mixed together, the feeling of when he would move to pull you closer because he slipped out of you a little bit. 

he craved you, even in his sleep. 

and the next morning when he woke up, he was still buried inside of you and looked at where you two connected, seeing the pool of your arousal leaking onto him, and on the bed. 

so he kept his promise, and used the newfound arousal you built up to slide out of you, and slide right back in. until you woke up, and tightened on his cock as he fucked you awake. 

joel was obsessed with you, and that meant if he could have you sitting on his cock while he did his day to day things, he would. and he’s tried. but feeling you soak him, squeeze him and cry out for him made him feel a whole other type of gratuity. 

you were grateful he was the one that took you in, he was the one that cared for you and protected you, and he was grateful that you let him walk you home that night, grateful that you only trusted him and not anyone else. 

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[sunghoonnsupremacy]

ONLY IF YOU SAY YES. - bff!nishimura riki x reader

summary : riki's always wanted to make out with you, or maybe he just wants to makeout with everyone. after becomimg tipsy at a party, you quickly give in to his desires.

a/n : happy 1year to my blog!! to all my viewers&followers, enjoy this quick riki drabble. love you all, mwa mwa. also- didn't mean for this to get so long.

genre : fluff

warnings : making out, a lil blood, whore calling

wordcount : 970

you somehow ended up at one of the typical frat parties of your college. the host, aka jake sim, was lying on the couch with heeseung and sunghoon next to him, drinking their beers.

they notice you and give you a lazy smirk, jake gettong up to greet you. "hey pretty. where's your escort?" you smile at him, sighing.

"no escort tonight. just waiting for riki to meet up with me." he gives you a sloppy nod, pointing to the kitchen. "think i saw him in there with eun-yoo, pretty. not sure if you wanna interrupt them."

you roll your eyes, knowing what he's indicating. "it's fine, thanks jake. see you around." you walk to the kitchen after smiling at the trio, saying your goodbyes to them quickly.

your e/c eyes look around the messy and crowded kitchen, looking for your best friend, only to spot him making out with the said eun-yoo against the fridge.

sighing in annoyance, you grab a drink, pouring some vodka and mixer into a cup and sipping it before walking up to the pair. "hey eun-yoo, riki. busy?" the two of them break apart, slightly panting. riki smirks at you, pulling away from her fully as she just waves at you quietly.

"you made it. thought you got lost again." he hugs you, pulling you in by your waist and letting his hands rest on your hips before pulling away.

"don't be a dickhead. i only got lost once." rolling your eyes, you smack his chest and cross your arms. "are you gonna hangout with me or do you need some more kissing in your system to properly function?" riki groans at you, muttering a goodbye to eun-yoo and dragging you away as you sip your drink.

you two arrive upstairs, most likely in jake's room. "the hell are we doing here? you got games on your phone?" snickering to yourself, you sit down on riki's lap as he sits down on the bed.

"no games on my phone, y/n. just exhausted." he lays his head on your shoulder, watching you swirl your drink around in the red plastic cup. after a moment of silence, you speak up.

"you know you can't just kiss every girl you feel like kissing, right? you're gonna end up hurting someone, or yourself." he sighs, rubbing his face into your neck from behind.

"they know im not looking for anything serious, plus who cares if i kiss every girl i land my eyes on?"you finish your drink and lean against him to relax. "i know i know.. it's just the principal of the whole situation."

riki rolls his eyes, annoyed at your nice personality. "hey.. why don't you wanna makeout with me?" he looks at you, expecting an answer. "cause im your best friend and god knows where your mouth has been. your lips probably have an std from the amount of lips they kissed."

he chuckles, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you close. "you're a real pain in the ass, yk that? im a great kisser- and i know you've never made out with someone before."

he feels you tense up at his words, so he tightens his grip around you. "are you that much of a manwhore that you'd ask your bestfriend to make out with you?" you slightly turn your head to meet his gaze, his eyes boring into yours.

"maybe. is that a yes?" he smirks, tracing patterns with his thumb on your waist. "what would i get out of it? a cold sore? seeing how jake reacts to them, i'd rather not." riki rolls his eyes, scoffing.

"just say yes. it's not that deep, it's just kissing." you sigh dramatically, but agree. "fine, ill make out with you. only cause.. uh.." he snickers, tapping your thighs so you get off his lap. "cat got your tongue? 'ts all in good fun, doll."

you raise your eyebrow at the petname. "doll? which number doll am i?" he smirks, pushing you against the wall. "number 73." playfully pouting, you look up at him. "what a ugly number. id rather be something pretty, like 95."

he rolls his eyes, leaning down to kiss you softly. you kiss him back, placing your hands on his cheeks to tug him closer. his hands find your waist, keeping you close to him. his lips attack yours hungrily, begging for more.

"mm-" you let out a surprised whimper when his teeth bite down on your lip, shutting your eyes closed as you feel blood slightly come out. riki keeps making out with you, licking the blood of your lips, only to shove his tongue into your mouth.

you gotta admit, he is good at making out. no wonder every girl wants to kiss him.

your lips collide again and again until you pull away, needy to breathe. he snickers, finding your lack of oxygen amusing.

"so? how you liking my lips, doll?" ".. do you use lipbalm?" your question catches him off guard, his expression faltering. "sometimes, why? you like it? cherry flavoured."

you tug him closer, a smirk on your face for the first time tonight. "can't tell, let me have a taste again?" he gladly obligates, kissing you passionately and pressing you against the wall.

after spending the next 20 minutes making out, you both decide that's enough. walking back down stairs to the loud party like nothing happened, making sure to cover up the hickeys on your collar bones as you make your way back to jake, heeseung and sunghoon, riki finding his own friends.

jake looks up at you with hooded eyes and a lazy smile, obviously more drunk than when you last saw him an hour ago. "hey pretty. where were you?" sitting yourself down between hee and jake, you smile.

"eating some cherries."

[arriansarchive]

Bottom!Dom!Carl Gallagher/Male!Top!Sub!Milkovich!Reader

This one's been in my mind for a while but I haven't acted upon my urges

Warnings since I forget to do them a lot: edging, pinching??? painplay????, other smut stuff, getting caught

Like season 10/11??? It doesn't really specify or anything but he's an adult

I've also decided to switch my name tag from y/n to m/n so yeah (i might forget in later stories so idk)

I used the word cock again be proud. im evolving

Summary: Porn

A simple day for junk food and TV programs. Well, that's what it was supposed to be before Carl got any bright ideas as usual.

Mickey had chaperoned you over to the Gallagher house after a job interview to help him with a few things, but you ended up just sitting with your boyfriend for a while. It wasn't the most productive thing you could be doing though nobody cared but Mickey.

By this time you both had gotten a few drinks down, and you were successfully quite tipsy. Not drunk to the point of delirium but not all there either.

You were barely paying attention to the TV until a rather heated, weirdly even, sex scene popped up. Carl laughed a little before leaning back in his seat.

A few minutes went past and in the corner of your eye you saw Carl stiffen, his mouth in a straight line. He seemed uncomfortable.

"You good?" You lolled your head over from the back of the couch to stare deeply at him.

He looked over at you, seemingly contemplating something before he lunged at you with full force. Carl pushed you back onto the couch vigorously with a elated look, straddling you.

"Don't tell me that shitty sex scene actually got to you." You rolled your eyes, but your breath automatically hitched whenever he grinded against you.

You tried to maneuver your way out from under him, but Carl held you down with such force that you didn't know where it even came from.

"I'm not going under today." He declares while shrugging off his jacket.

"Then what do you suggest we do?" You crossed your arms behind your head and yawned.

"You'll see." He muttered once he finally tugged his shirt over his head.

Carl started to unbutton the fancy shirt you had spent pretty much all your money on for your interview, but he decided to leave it on even after it was fully unbuttoned. Fucking in style or something like that.

He pressed his mouth up to yours needily. His hands were roaming your body and pinching you at random spots, making you flinch and groan into your boyfriend's mouth

You gasped lightly into Carl's mouth as his hands traveled down your dress pants, palming you roughly through your boxers. He had an evil smirk on his face.

"If you're this hard from me just doing that then you'd better prepare yourself." He whispered in your ear seductively.

You whimpered at the cold air whenever his hand left you, and your pants and boxers were pulled down.

Carl drug his hand up and down excruciatingly slowly for about a minute before teasing the tip with his thumb. The pad was circling the slit which was leaking steadily.

You were barely able to contain your noises of displeasure whenever he pulled away completely to take his own pants off but couldn't help to wonder what he was going to do next.

Suddenly he bent down from the couch and pulled out a few lube packets from one pocket of his pants.

"Were you planning this?" You managed to get out with a shakey voice.

He grinned. "Of course I was."

Carl was notorious for pain play with you. He loved doing it probably more than he loved normal sex without it, so no stretching wasn't a problem with him as he was usually the bottom.

He spread the lube over you, massaging around the base and tip mostly since he knew you were the most sensitive there.

You both groaned loudly in unison whenever he started to lower himself onto you. You were basically in agony from how slow he was going, and you could tell he was too.

You squeezed your eyes shut at the ecstasy that enveloped you at even the slight movement of his hips up and down on you. He had a maniacal look in his eyes.

He raised his legs up to where your tip was about to slip out and then slammed back down into you. Carl started a steady pace of this, not too fast but not too slow.

Both of your whimpers and groans were filling the silent, empty living room. Now that most of the Gallaghers were adults they weren't in the house a lot

Carl felt his wits end coming closer with each passing thrust, but yours was going even quicker. He had always noticed you were louder whenever you were about to finish.

Your hips spasmed as you came into Carl. He continued to bounce, chasing his orgasm while overstimulation engulfing your senses

Thick white ropes shot out of Carl rapidly with a loud scream of pleasure. You felt yourself start to harden once more and almost groaned in exhaustion.

He collapsed onto your chest, not bothering to take your cock out of him for the time being. It was silent until you both heard footsteps approach from the back door.

"Carl, what the hell are you doing?" A female voice yelped from the back of the couch.

"Tuning you out. What the hell does it look like?" He opened one eye passively and shrugged.

"Well, it looks like your fucking Mickey Milkovich's brother."

"That part is true too."

Your face flushed in embarrassment as Debbie and Carl argued back and forth about Franny's wellbeing and other concerns about fucking on the Gallagher house's couch. The words vomit and piss were used too much for your liking.

Ian's cackle became apparent from the kitchen along with Mickey's heavy footfalls.

"You fuckin' my brother, Gallagher?" He called.

You both decided to take your second round down to the basement. It's safe to say you got teased about it for a while after that.

[adventuringblind]

I HEARD MAXOSCAR THOUGHTS HOLD PLS

SO ghoulverse - i feel like that clip would've been oscar explaining to max why he didn't want to eat, and what was his reasoning and all that and THEN max just gives him a look and then oscar goes: ........ but maybe i can reconsider..... and then awkward crabwalk away

NOW LET'S MOVE OUT OF THE GHOULVERSE AND INTO ONE OF MY FAVORITES... dark?mob? idk what to call it but it's in one of those themes

max, our dear head of the... mob/mafia/whatever it is... would be fiercely protective of oscar. nobody knew why the big boss was taking such an interest in a new recruit, but then said new recruit showed his skills (if this were a 3some situation he'd protect max's gf and they both go 👀 i want him now and we'll see some struggle about 'but they're my bosses???') in like... well... have you seen oscar isn't that the kid who could do pretty much everything and still mantain a straight face and bonus he can hold his liquor pretty well??

and then cue tipsy confessions from either the big boss or the not-yet-missus?? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

but also alpha osc and omega max - a combo no one saw

and then of course there's black cat osc and orange cat max - let's be real max won't be a golden retriever that's lando

signed, 🥘 (aka a moot (i think?) that wants to go on anon for a bit)

OHMYGOOOOOOOD YOUR AMAZING

Okay first off ghoulverse Max and Oscar are so beloved to me because in md(abmtoumm) on ao3 I love the platonic brotherly relationship!! Just Max dragging Oscar everywhere when they first meet cause he's got a playmate now and then dragging him to political shit he doesn't want to do. They have a special place in my heart T_T

Okay, but mafia boss Max being like "this is my new favorite" and pointing to Oscar and everyone giving Oscar so much shit for it until they realize WHY. Just imagine Oscar is sitting somewhere, probably eating with Max's girl, who he's been charged to protect and he pulls a gone on someone while taking bites of his waffles.

"Don't ruin my breakfast, mate." But guess what?! Breakfast gets ruined and Oscar looks so grumpy and now there is some guy with a bullet in his head while the two of them finish eating.

Hence! Being Max's favorite and Oscar just shrugging when people ask how it happened.

Alpha Osc and omega Max?!?! Max screams independent omega who doesn't want to be independent? Idk if that makes sense BUT HEAR ME OUT-

Oscar is just so easy going and laid back that I feel like when Max gets annoyed and lashes out he'd just take it on the chin and let Max vent his frustrations with active listening skills.

The last one I'm gonna be honest that idk what the orange cat thing is... CANT GET MAD BECAUSE IM NOT GOOD WITH THOSE THINGS

(I love these two your honor)

[tiredlilguy]

Oda hc’s that i started last night and am finishing while im on the train:

look at my man.. im in love with him

- I’m married to him

- has piercings. Just normal lobe piercings, but he did consider getting more at one point.

- human heater, rly warm all the time

- sleeps in boxers, no shirt on (the day I picked up dazai spoilers, but when he went to go see who was in front of his door, he had to put a shirt on first)

- anxious sleeper, is a light sleeper and will have soft jazz playing in the background, if he's in a comfortable place where he feels 100% safe, then he'll knock out instantly

- has the best sleep schedule out of anyone in the BSD universe, but he also is just awake at 3AM for some reason

- his footsteps are always quiet, u cannot hear him even if he was walking behind u, one time scared the shit out of Dazai and now dazai always looks behind him when he turns the lights off in his room

- will shit talk ppl in the mafia if he’s tipsy, he’s a gossiper fs fs

- if you are walking behind him and slowing down and your in a group of people together, he’ll stop and wait for you to catch up

- stands on the side of the street where the cars are and put u on his other side

- holds hand out for you to grab if your getting out of a vehicle or a surface: like stepping in front of you at the train station so you can grab his hand before stepping off, or opening your car door and helping you up by offering his hand

- he’s actually… really fucking sassy, at least that’s how he feels deep down, but just ends up being too stoic because that’s just how he is

- fav genre of music is jazz

- he’s gotta be buff to some extent, there’s no way that he isn’t

- he can sew rly well

cats follow him, even if he isn't giving them attention, they just follow him anyways. one time showed up to lupin with like 3 cats behind him and didn't notice until Dazai and Ango mentioned it

hands are extremely calloused and rough, but his touch is always gentle

his hands shake when he colds a gun ever since he swore off killing

has jewlery that he wears (I think i said in another post, but he definitely wears rings and has pierced ears), all of his jewlery is stolen from his old assassin jobs and he originally took them just for the extra money, but ended up wearing them in the end

can be impulsive, the only reason why he has pierced ears is because one night he woke up and felt the need to do something (he took one look at a sewing needle and then took it and went to the bathroom to pierce his ears)

has a motorcycle license, is certified to operate different vehicles (boat, bus, RV, forklift... etc.); for what reason did i think of this,,, i just think he had a lot of jobs that involved driving until he decided to work as a mailman

was mute for a long time because he had no one to talk to for a while

does that dad thing where he knocks on pillars and lightly jumps up and down on floorboards to make sure it's steady

he lives in an apartment that he got from a nice man who happened to own a apartment complex who saw him sleeping in an alleyway and offered him a place to stay

can do magic tricks... one time did it to save dazai from getting caught and oda was able to hide a key under his sleeve (idk if this makes sense)

I'd add more, but i'm sleepy and hungry. hope u enjoyed :D

[dahliasglow]

Drunk Nights | Lee Know

Pairing: nonidol!minho × fem!reader

Genre: strangers to friends to lovers AU, kind of a slowburn?

Warning/s: Fluff, cursing, alcohol consumption (stay safe everyone)

Summary: You are known for going to the same korean bar with your friend, but one night after you went there a chain of odd things happened. In the end you weren't even sure if you were drunk or not.

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: Everyone is always connected.

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You turned around feeling dizzy.

Your eyes fluttered open as you looked at your friend that was besides you. Leaning your body onto her shoulder in the process. Familliar lights flashing onto your face.

"Can we part our ways and go home now?".

You were drunk and not in the mood to stay there anymore with the loud-ish music and people's voices overlapping, in the end overstimulating your senses and not in a good way.

Your friend nodded laughing. "We could've stayed longer and ate all the meat on the grill left but okay." She said, all sulky.

You rolled your eyes. "Maybe another time, m'kay?" You hummed.

She picked you up supporting your body-weight with her arms. Since you were tipsy you needed help with walking so she, before you went away said your guys's goodbye's to the other people.

You completely forgot they were even there to be honest. You two went out and u finally inhaled some fresh air.

"Was it that insufferable for you to stay two more seconds?" She said in a teasing tone.

"I literally fell asleep there and you guys talked so much the meat probably got all soggy and cold." You said as you guys sat on a bench nearby.

You started laughing and your friend followed. "Should we go home then?" Your friend asked.

You nodded, simply tired from everything and everyone. You got and up and before going the opposite way you yelled to each other "BYEE!".

On your way to home you looked around you instead of your phone, knowing if you did you would probably get dizzy again.

You looked around, seeing a big tall building with a tv display playing a kpop song and a certain member on screen, that u didn't recognize but u still jammed to the song.

You also looked at the pretty lights put over the buildings's entrances, windows, and on the inside.

As you were walking you stopped for a bit and leaned down when u saw a cat strolling your way.

The cat made eye contact with you and you slowly blinked at each other. Of course you knew cat language!

The cat went near you as you spread out your arm, with not only your arm now spread but a warm smile on your face!

The cat rubbed their self against your palm.

"You're one cute cat aren't you??" You said, babying the cat in the process.

The cat purred indicating that they like the "spoiled cat" treatment.

("I'm surely gonna save up my money to get a cat after this") You thought.

The cat even after some time didn't seem to go away. You were pretty much sure it was a stray cat, which was a little relief considering you wouldn't want to be mothering a strangers's cat.

You were also happy that it was clearly a clean cat.

Then you stopped playing and petting your friend as you looked through your bag trying to find maybe some sort of snack.

Your face soon turned into a confused expression as u looked and inside there was a big piece of rolled up paper which seemed to have something inside of it.

You opened it, hoping that it wouldn't be something disgusting. You opened it and surely enough there was some meat stuffed into the tissue.

Your eyes went wide trying to remember what in the hell possesed you to do this.

"Mm im taking thiss" you grabbed a tissue and pushed in the meat.

"So yummyy" you said outloud.

("What the-") Your face turned from confused into dissapointed.

You probably embarrased yourself so hard. Then sobriety hit u. But atleast u had some meat to give to your friend over here.

The cat immediately, sniffing something went near you as you placed pieces of meat from a skewer on the floor.

The cat took it happily as they made a "mlem" sound while eating.

("You must be happy huh, eating so well."). That's when it hit you.

How much time did u spend on this cat?? You have to go home. You got up as the cat finished eating and looked at you.

You said bye to the cat, not remembering which time it was that you said bye today.

You started walking away, without noticing the cat was walking behind u. You suddenly stopped when u saw something.

It was a bracelet. You took it into your hands and analized it.

The main thing that caught your eye was the safety pin that was 'lached' onto the main part of the bracelet.

Other than that it was no different that an ordinary bracelet.

You got up scanning your surroundings and trying to figure out who might've dropped this.

But everyone was far away, even the people who could be considered close to you still had their distance and you couldn't possibly know who's it is.

You were confused, looking down at the bracelet slowly gripping it harder.

You put it into your jacket pocket and went on your way to home with the cat going besides you.

You turned your head and smiled.

"What should I call you hm?". The cat just continued looking forward.

"Maybe Pearl?" The cat suddenly stopped, and started licking themself.

"I guess yes." You said as you giggled.

Pearl kept licking themself so before you left u gave them another piece of meat and went.

When u finally got home you took the bracelet out of the pocket and dropped yourself on your bed.

You put it high up infront of your face.

("I hope I find whose this is..") You sighed as you put it away on the coffee table besides the bed.

You got ready for bed.

After some days, today day you barely woke up.

You needed to go to work but you were honestly not in the mood for that but oh well, not like you have much of an opinion on that.

After work at the company (you work for), you went home.

As you were dressing yourself cozy, you got a phone notification.

You looked and it was your friend.

"Wanna go to the bar later today? Some new people are coming with us."

"Sure."

Time to think about what you will wear there. You went infront of your closet. You opened it and looked inside.

One thing stood out the most, a red top with a short leather material skirt with red around the edges.

The sleeves were cut off and you took red heels as a pair and red glasses.

With that you paired your cašmir parfume.

You were on your phone and ate snacks until it was time to go.

You did your makeup beforehand because you were feeling fancy.

You put it on and looked in the mirror.

"Goddamn." You loved how you looked.

You quickly got your bag and a short jacket, when you took the bracelet and brang it with you.

As you arrived your friend was there and the guests were already inside so you two also went in (the room reserved).

You guys greeted everyone and they did the same although someone stood out.

A guy with fluffy hair, a sharp nose, medium lips, soft yet sharp eyes.

You of course the self-confident woman you are sat next to him and pulled your friend along.

Everyone started looking at the menu and so did you.

You pinched your friend's hand lightly as she looked at you.

You got closer to her ear and whispered

"Who is he?" You head-pointed to him.

She smirked as she said back

"A friend of a friend, he's never been in this bar"

you nodded.

"Do you know his name?"

"I don't know why don't u ask him yourself if you are so curious?" She giggled.

("That bitch") You thought (jokingly) as u laughed silently.

You turned back and started looking at the menu. Then you turned your head towards him and asked.

"What do you like to eat?" He looked around as he asked "Me?"

You nodded trying to stop yourself from laughing.

"Probably jjajangmyeon and for a drink an iced americano but since im eating jjajangmyeon im getting soju" He said looking and pointing at what he chose.

"Nice, also I forgot to ask, what is your name?"

You finally asked.

("Smooth") You wanted to high five yourself right now.

"Lee Minho, how about you?" He gave a slight smile before answering.

"Y/L/A/F/N" (your/last/and/first/name).

"Pretty name" he said.

"Thank you, yours is too!"

He looked at the table as the other people told to the waiter what you guys want.

That is when you saw his ears were pierced, not that that is a weird thing.

What caught your eye is the safe pin charm. You remembered the bracelet.

You reached in your pocket pulling the bracelet out and staring at it.

That's when you felt someone pulling at your sleeve.

"Where did you get that?" Minho asked in a panicked tone.

You looked at him. "On the streets, why?" Concerned.

"On the -- street?" He asked.

"Yes, yes"

"It's mine, thank you so much for finding it" His hand caressed yours as he took the bracelet from you.

"I'm so happy I found it then." You said as you smiled.

He smiled back putting the bracelet on his wrist.

Then the food came. You all stopped what you were doing to eat and drink.

You drank and by some time you got drunk.

You tugged at what you thought was your friend's hand. They turned their head towards you and you smiled.

When you turned your head you noticed it wasn't your friend, but Lee fucking Minho.

He looked confused but not dissatisfied and he looked more sober than drunk.

"Oh my god im so sorry" You said putting your hand away.

"It's okay." He said quietly.

You swore you could hear your heart beat in your ears.

That day you went earlier home with your friend going early also, and you said bye to the guests and Minho.

On your way to home u thought about what you did, what you said and how it could've ended different. You realized you were overthinking so eventually you stopped.

Then it hit you. You forgot to ask for his number. How could you forget?? You literally touched the man, ACCIDENTALLY without his consent and forgot to ask for his number in the end.

When you arrived home, you were making yourself food until you heard scratching on your door.

You immediately stopped what you were doing. You walked towards the door and sat next to it, listening.

The scratching still happening. You gained courage as you looked through the peep hole. There was nothing there.

So you opened the door. Your head dropped down and you saw Pearl.

You went down and looked concerned at them.

"Are you okay? Why are you here and how do you know where I live??" You looked at them making a finger gun pointing at them.

They just looked at you dead in the eyes when you turned around seeing if there is any food.

So you realized you have the food you were making, so you gave some.

Pearl ate it and after self-invited themself into your home, but you were okay with it.

You sat there hanging out with them, debating if you should adopt them at this point.

After eating your food you looked at Pearl who was playing with the hem of your tablecloth.

You decided to let them go out, but also go with them.

You quickly put on a cloak of yours and a beanie and some leather platform boots.

You looked and tried to remember each location you followed them to so you could try and meet them, out of your house.

Suddenly the cat started running away to a closed-off area, where a wall blocked your view.

You quickly ran, stopping once u reach an alleyway. Gasping for air, hands on your thighs.

You looked up seeing something you thought u would never see. Minho was there, crouched, petting and scratching Pearl.

You gasped audibly loudly, so he obviously turned his head towards you. You akwardly waved.

"Hi, heh" Came out your mouth.

He smiled akwardly.

"Hi?"

"What are you doing here?" You asked, breaking the short silence.

"I could ask the same thing, my friend here came to me" He said looking back at the cat than you.

You started walking towards him, stopping right besides him.

"Really? Pearl is your friend?" You said with a hint of excitement in your voice.

"Wow, you already have a name for her hm?" He said.

"OH ITS A HER??"

"Yes.. I often feed her when she comes to me"

That's when the cat looked at you. You blinked at eachother.

"Same.." You petted Pearl.

"It's getting a bit late now, but I'm so happy she led me here" You said looking at him in the eyes.

He hummed while nodding in response, looking back at Pearl.

"Will I be able to see you tommorow again?" You asked, letting those words spill out your mouth without thinking.

You looked at him to see him staring at you. He hesitantly replied.

"Yes if your friend is okay with it." You nodded.

On your way to home you pulled out your phone, urgently asking your friend to invite that annoyingly handsome Lee Minho.

She kept teasing you, but in the end she agreed.

You woke up to another day and as usual you went to work, ate, looked at your phone and waited for the clock to hit the time you had to go.

You, beforehand got all pretty and ready and when the time came you basically jumped to the bar in happiness.

You finally got to see a face of someone u wouldn't hate seeing everyday.

When you went in along with others and your friend you again, sat next to Minho. Not on purpose.

Yet, deja vu much?

But you promised to yourself you wouldn't embarrass yourself again.

You went along with your normal order, but this time without alcohol.

You don't know why you didn't, just didn't feel like the night I guess.

But Minho surely did, he got a bigger bottle of soju this time.

You tried to talk with everyone, even a little bit with Minho but your tries weren't very succesful.

After some time you noticed Minho started spitting nonsense.

He got drunk.

Greattt. Like it wasn't hard enough to talk with him before, how could you even get to him.

Is what you thought, until he approached you first. "Heyy pretty" He said as he pointed at you with his index finger, a wink splattered on his face as your eyes went wide.

You could very much clearly hear your friend laughing on your left side too, which didn't help.

"Minho do you realize what you are saying??" You said concerned for his image infront of the people and your friend.

"Mmm, doesn't matter." He spat out.

Your tensed muscles oddly relaxed.

"You know, I've liked you- although like is not a good enough word to express, I've loved you ever since I saw you."

You looked at him.

"Did something happen? Why did you want to get drunk Min?.."

"Bad" You looked at him confused as he looked at the table, food still on his plate.

"-Day." Your breathing and gaze softened.

"I don't know if it's a bad timing but I love you too." You said as he stopped looking at the table, his gaze now on you and your pretty smile.

You put your hand on his, intertwining your guys's fingers.

That day happened so vaguely, even though u felt like you were drunk, there was no alcohol in your system. You guessed, it was one of those drunk nights. Nights where you felt like you were having a fever dream. Nights where you wouldn't want the day to end. Nights where, you would dream being with him. And now you didn't need to.

[harrysfolklore]

25 :)))

remember that i was doing small blurbs with these writing prompts? well i never finished them and im bored so lets go

YN gets drunk easily, and Harry knows that. He also knows that she's a very very affectionate drunk, and as he carries his girlfriend home from a night out full of fruity drinks and dancing for her, he regrets letting her mix all kinds of alcohol.

"I might be just a liiiittle bit tipsy." she said with a giggly voice as Harry opened the door of their shared flat.

"A bit tipsy? I think 'pissed drunk' is the right term, lovie." Harry carried his girlfriend upstairs, making her sit on their bed as he moved around the room looking for what he needed to get her ready for bed, and as he approached her to wipe the mascara off her eyes, he realized that she had other plans.

“I want to make out.” she said pulling him down by the collar of his shirt and approaching his lips “Easy there, you little minx, you’re drunk and you need to get into bed, we can do that in the morning.” he stopped her, rubbing her eyes to get the mascara off them.

"But whyyyy." she whined, clinging to his neck and placing sloppy kisses there, Harry couldn't help but melt as his girl in her drunk state, he thought she was adorable, even when she was trying to get in his pants.

"Because you're hammered, and you might throw up in a few minutes, you need to take some advil and sleep, gorgeous." He said as he got her in her pajamas, that consisted in a big shirt of his and some boyshorts.

Accepting that she wasn't getting anything for the night, she let out a grumbling noise and dramatically threw herself in the bed, hiding under the sheets. Harry couldn't help but giggle a bit and move to their bathroom to freshen up before bed, and change into his own pajamas.

When he returned to the bedroom, his love was still hiding under the covers, but he knew she wasn't asleep just yet because her sudden movement when he walked into the room gave her away.

He laid down on his side of the bed and slowly pulled the covers from her face, smiling when he saw the dramatic pout and puppy eyes on her face, "Come on, stubborn girl, give me a smile." he cooed, and his girl only gave him a frown back, "I can’t smile at you, I’m mad." she dramatically told him, but nevertheless. she let him cuddle her on his side and placed her head against his chest.

"Mad because I didn't want to make out with you?" he said as he gently caressed her hair, he knows she's going to drift off to sleep at any minute, "Exactly! You're my boyfriend, boyfriends are supposed to do that" she said as if it was the most logical thing ever, and all Harry did was kiss the crown of her head multiple times.

"You're right, gorgeous. I'm a terrible, terrible boyfriend" he mumbled against her head, and when he got no reply, he knew she was out.

He closed his eyes, deciding it was time to sleep for him too. He knew he was going to wake up to a grumpy, hungover girl begging for some advil and lots of water, but he wouldn't have it any other way

[formulawonu]

seventeen & drunk conversations

prompt: how svt would be in drunk conversations

a/n: hi i'm back and got kinda carried away... tag yourselves i'm a combination of woozi and lee chan 🤠

seungcheol: "i love you i love you i love you" "SAY IT BACK WTH" gets all pouty dkxhsjhb would also attempt to talk to you seriously about whatever is going on with your life <//3 big believer of a drunk persons words are a sober persons thoughts

jeonghan: "ha i knew u were a lightweight" "bet u can't take one more shot" DEADASS what an enabler u both would already be drunk and he'd still be challenging u to drink more. the competitiveness just jumps out i guess???? but it would be a fun night. 50% chance of tears if the mood is right

joshua: stopppppp he'd be holding ur hand or leaning his head on ur shoulder i know u all saw that tipsy dingo live. he'd probably also just be muttering stuff under his breath or singing along to whatever song is in the background he is my king of sitting pretty wherever and whenever he'd also be making sure ur ok

junhui: im sorry this man is in a whole other different dimension. u would THINK ur talking to him then realize mid sentence that he is just.....not there... he would probably think he's having a conversation with u but actually it was all just happening in his head and he was really just staring into the distance zoned out irl fml

hoshi: "yo yo yo listen to me im not drunk i actually love you" "IM BEING SERIOUS IM NOT DRUNK I LOVE UR PRESENCE IN MY LIFE?!?!?!?!?" everyone knows hes drunk. even he knows hes drunk. does it matter? no. he would also actually try to have a deep n heartfelt conversation with u:( pls value the mans drunk words they actually mean a lot and come from the heart :/

wonwoo: ok depending on the vibe he either gets even more quiet or hes literally just laughing at everything im gonna cry diusfkghjfj,cm (sorry that was my bias talking) like if it's a drinking situation where deep conversations are happening he's probably really internalizing everything going on and paying attention to whoever is speaking so he really remembers the moment but if its a fun drinking time he's 100% laughing at whoever tf is acting up and throwing sum jokes in here and there:/ HES TRYING HIS BEST OKAY

woozi: yeaaaaaaaa we got our resident sentimental drunk here 🤠 like he's kinda like wonwoo in the sense that he's really basking in the moment and noticing every detail about what's happening and who he's with but he's really just... a soft guy when he's drunk i think he'd be the type to take out his phone in the middle of the night to just write about how he feels/drunk thoughts in his notes just so he could think abt it when he's sober or potentially get inspiration from it :( brings up nice past memories n all... LEE JIHOON I LOVE YOU

minghao: he's just giggling the entire time and maybe just a lil more snarky... "sorry? did u say something? i couldn't hear u over the shot i poured out for u that u didn't take" would also initiate several group toasts and takes pics of u/whoever he's with to capture the moment. becomes more vocal abt his feelings in general actually. would 10/10 want to get drunk with minghao

mingyu: hes a flirty drunk stop it rn. opens all ur bottles/cans for u and hands it back to u with a wink, takes shots for u, has his arm draped across ur seat.... HES JUST NATURALLY LIKE THAT OK PHYSICAL TOUCH IS HIS LOVE LANGUAGE :/ its just even more pronounced when hes intoxicated. asks u ever so often if ur ok if u need water :/ "i'll take the shot for u just remember u owe me something" MOVE!!!!!!!!! but he's v receptive of u and that translates in how caring he is... ugh what a man

seokmin: byeeeee hes also so touchy. hes showering u with kisses and hugs. "i actually LOVE you though!!!!!! return my love!!!!" ur in for a long night if u put him and hoshi together. im being serious good luck. but he's suddenly down to do anything now - cook a feast? go night swimming? karaoke? he's ur guy. would not stop letting u know how much he appreciates and loves u:/ romantic or not:/ if hes sweet sober hes even more drunk:(

seungkwan: omfg he nags at u so much "ANOTHER SHOT?? REALLY???" "WHY ARE U ASSUMING I WANT TO TAKE ANOTHER SHOT" then takes the shot anyway lmao he'd be easier to fool into doing smth stupid to make everyone laugh bec he just wants good vibes n good memories :/ and he's even more doting on whoever he's with like he would 100% get u water and u could trust him with anything. my dream wingman for real he would know how ur feeling and how the night is going without any words needed. he is ESSENTIAL

vernon: he's the one finishing all of the snacks on the table while everyone is talking. he is pure vibes. nodding his head to whatever music is playing in the background and listening to the conversations going on. inputs here and there but hes happier going with whatever vibe is of the night. great person to have beside u imo if u wanna go crazy he'll jump with u if u wanna sit down and talk he'll do that too. might even share a cig with u if the mood calls for it. vernon is on my night out dream team as well

dino: THE LIFE OF THE PARTY!!!! like he doesn't even ask to be it -- he just naturally draws attention and everyone loves playing with him jiskfdhrkd "guys ive literally been the only one taking shots this isnt fair" "WHAT DO U MEAN I LOST THE GAME I HAVENT PLAYED" but he just goes with it because he wants a good time. however as the night progresses and the group gets smaller n smaller he starts becoming serious lee chan and tries to heart to heart with whoever is there. :/ he has a lot of valuable thoughts to let out so whoever is with him pls LISTEN!

[fallingfor-fics]

Anarchy- Negan x Reader

⊹ Part 3 to Souvenir ⊹ (part 2 here)  ⊹

Pairing: Negan x Female Reader

Warnings: Sex, sex, amd more raw, filthy, smut. Oral fem receiving. Little bit of bloodplay (if you can even considerate as that)

Word Count: 7.2k (OOPS)

Summary: Negan finally gives you what you want, and finally comes to his senses. 

It had now been hours that had gone by and I was still waiting tirelessly in Negan's room. The sun had set and it was now approaching one o’clock. I had mixed up my own drink while he was away, just from other stuff on the cart, so I was feeling delightful. I had managed to get a nice buzz, or at least that's what I would say to him knowing im well into tipsy. I was once again sitting in bed and thinking about the insane but enticing man I'd been getting to know. I had been so lost in all of the technicalities of this I hadn't really stopped to think about how I was feeling in the whole thing. I didn't know what made the girls suspect I fancied Negan when that was just, not true in the slightest. He was really good in bed and that was about it. Yes sometimes his words would leave me speechless or the way he would kiss me could leave butterflies in my stomach, but I also had to make a deal with him in order to leave this place. I took the last sip of my drink, filling the cup with water this time and setting it on the nightstand. I walked slowly over to the window and looked out at the quiet community, everyone turned in for the night. I couldn't help an eerie feeling brush over me as I thought about what could be keeping Negan out this long. Especially with the rest of the people silent in their homes, if he was out with people or having a meeting surely there would still be lights on. 

I let out a sigh and tore myself away from the window before deciding to snoop around some more. I looked in a few bedside drawers the most suspicious thing being a few vintage playboys which I honestly found pretty erotic, although crass. I went into the bathroom, shocked I had never really gotten a good look at it before. The shower was huge and as soon as my eyes laid upon it I knew I couldn't pass up the opportunity. I had never showered in a bathroom this nice in my entire life and who knew if I'd ever get the chance again. I peaked my head out of the bathroom to listen for any noise and then went to turn the water on. Negan had it really good, the bathroom filling with steam at the almost boiling hot water as I began to brush out my hair and then take off my dress. I prodded around in my lingerie as I grabbed a towel and hung it next to the shower. I couldn't help but check out the window once again, looking around for any sign of Negan's return. I frowned when I still saw nothing and made my way towards the bathroom again, stopping to switch on his record player, allowing whatever album was on to fill the room softly. I smiled at the peaceful setting and imagined Negan probably doing something similar on nights he decides to spend alone, which isn't often of course. I lightly ran my hands over my hips, admiring my frame in the mirror. Rarely was I able to appreciate my figure but I never failed to feel more like a woman than when I danced around half naked before a shower. 

The alcohol ran through me sweetly, heightening my senses and allowing me to feel no shame in practically prancing to the music. As I enjoyed the Billy Idol vinyl that sang out a smile rose to my face and I let out a laugh. I decided it had been enough time spent messing around and I went to take off my undergarments but stopped when I heard the familiar sound of the heavy bedroom door opening and being slammed shut. I grabbed my chest at the sound and grew afraid he would be upset with what he was coming back to. I heard him muttering something before I slowly arose from the bathroom and he turned his gaze to me. I frowned when I saw his appearance, he was covered in blood and sweat, and was red in the face. “Negan what happened?” I asked softly as I shut off the music and walked back over to him. “People dont fucking understand how to listen thats what happened.” he scoffed, walking past me to take off his jacket and throw it on the couch. “Are you okay?” I asked, not really sure what to say or where the blood came from, though I was guessing most of it wasn't his. 

He rubbed over his face, smearing some of the remaining wet crimson fluid from his cheek. “No, I'm not too happy right now, what are you doing?” he asked, looking over at me and looking me up and down. I gestured to the shower and he nodded. I moved to pour him a glass of whiskey without saying a thing and brought it over to him. He looked down at me standing before him with the glass and smiled. “I didn't even have to ask.” he remarked with a heavy breath as he began to calm down and I smiled, shrugging. He took the glass and just drank it as if it was a shot and my lips parted, “Okay.” I laughed and he set it down on the end table. “Look at you, making yourself comfortable hmm?” he lifted some hair off my shoulder before allowing it to fall back in place, his long fingers barely grazing along my skin. He raised a still hand to brush my cheek and I felt my heart beat slow down. I felt a bit of the blood paint onto my skin and he ignored the fact as he looked into my eyes and then over my chest. “I got tired of waiting.” I muttered and his dimples emerged on his cheeks as he went to slide the straps of my bra off my shoulders. I grabbed his hand softly and looked up at him with an unsure smile, “I think you need to clean up first.” I looked him over and he followed my gaze, “What? Cant handle a little blood princess? Would've never thought that’d stop you.” he laughed and I shook my head in disagreement. “Not when its blood from who knows how many people you just got done torturing.” I felt a little regret traveling through my body when I realized it wasn't really a necessary comment that I'd just spat out. The drinks, overall exhaustion, and the state of the man, had led me to drop my filter a smidge and release the snarky phrase. He tilted his head and leaned away slightly. I looked between his eyes, allowing the guilt to show slightly in mine to convince him I was maybe just tired. 

“Is that how it's gonna be tonight?” he went ahead and asked, the playfulness pulling away from his voice as he stared me down waiting for me to answer. Instead I crossed my arms and looked down and my feet, not sure what to say. “Some people were trying to get in. Just trust me that I did what I had to do.” he added and I just nodded. I understood somewhat, but I also knew there was more to the story he wasn't telling me, and I was pretty sure I didn't want to hear about it. We also hardly spoke as is, usually communicating in our obnoxious remarks unless we were asking each other rare personal questions. Other than that our mouths are usually preoccupied with other activities… I looked up at him and he was trying to give a convincing sympathetic smile. After a brief silence I reached for the hem of his shirt and slowly began to lift it up, revealing his sweaty, slightly blood stained stomach and then chest. I felt a small smile creep onto my face at the slow reveal of the light chest hair that faded and trailed down his body. He welcomed my actions and helped me finish pulling it off, he took off his belt and jeans as well and moved to take off my bra. This time I didnt stop him and let out a small giggle at the feeling of his scruff against my stomach as he kissed it quickly while he removed my underwear. When he came back up I finally grabbed around his neck, ignoring the dried dark red blood that trailed across his face and down his neck as I kissed him. He smiled into my lips before grabbing my head gently as well and kissing me with just as much desire.

 We had both been waiting all day long to have one another and now that we had no interruptions we took our time and had fun. He reached down and picked me up so he could keep his lips interlocked with mine. I wrapped my legs around him and he walked to the still running shower, setting me down in front of it and taking off his boxers. I smiled at the view and he just shook his head, smacking my ass and ushering me to get in. I followed the direction and stepped into the hot stream of water, Negan following behind and shutting the glass door. When we had both finally looked at one another I smiled to ease the awkward tension that rose between us. I looked to my right and saw a washcloth and some soap, grabbing the cloth and getting it wet. Negan quickly shampooed his hair as I prepared the washcloth with the body wash and watched as the red tinted water trickled down his chest and shoulders. “Like what you see?” he teased and I rolled my eyes before reaching up to scrub the blood off of him. I gently ran the washcloth over his chest, around his neck, and then his face. 

When I got to his cheek and began gingerly wiping the blood from his forehead and temple, I tried my best to resist eye contact. I could feel his dark eyes on me and I slowed my movements as I reached the last bit on his chin and processed what I had just done. I nervously snapped my eyes up to his, the look in them only confirming my fears as he stared in silence at the moment. I hadn't realized how thick the air grew while I was lost in my foolish mezmorized trance. It was too intimate of an action for our special situation and we both realized the minute we locked eyes. I pulled my hand away and he just watched me. I cleared my throat before handing him the cloth to move and wash my own hair. We continued the shower like normal, trying to forget about the odd little interaction and get on with our night. While he was busy rinsing himself off I watched the movement of his arms and chest under the water. The growing heat in my core finally got to the point where I couldn't ignore it any longer, I ran a light hand down my stomach and to my clit, rubbing small circles. He finally opened his eyes and I smiled letting out a small moan for his benefit. He watched me for a moment before reaching towards me, I grew excited but instead he shut off the water and then ripped my hand from my center giving me a glare. I couldn't help but want him more, giving him a lust filled glance, I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. 

He followed me out and did the same. I could feel the need growing in me and could see his length hardening as he looked over the curve of my behind as I dried my legs. We both poorly dried the rest of ourselves, throwing the towels on the counter and walking up to each other. I went to kiss him but he pulled back and I frowned, leaning in again but he continued teasing me. He walked around me and into the bedroom, grabbing his empty glass from the table and filling it up. While he was occupied for the moment, I brushed my hair and pulled it into a ponytail. I suddenly felt self-conscious of my openly nude form despite Negan posing the same a few feet behind me. I ignored the nagging in my head and looked into the mirror. Negan was smirking as he took a sip from his glass, his dark eyes were drawn to my body but he just looked me over before walking to the couch. My mind was racing as I pulled myself together and walked over to him, I could feel the space around us shrink as I grew closer and my heart began to speed up. I didn't know why I was getting so nervous but I also couldn't find it in me to just take a breath and relax. He was sitting in the same spot he had chosen earlier, I guess that was where he usually resided, probably beckoning his wives to do the same as me. 

“Figured we would pick up where we left off.” he muttered in a syrupy-sweet voice that allowed me to feel a little more at ease. I switched the record on once again, starting it over and turning it up so a nice melody flowed through the tense air, and hopefully would block out some noises. I sat down, ignoring the strange feeling of my completely bare ass on his equally bare lap. He laughed, putting the glass to his lips to bite the rim between his teeth and quickly grab my hips, pulling my thigh over his lap, he brought me down to straddle him. I gasped at the new feeling of his hard cock between my legs and he grabbed the glass from his mouth and took a sip before setting it on the table. “You didn't pour me a drink?” I pointed out and he looked up into my eyes before scoffing, “That's because I know you have already had some little girl.” I looked away and he nodded his head and let out a small laugh. I couldn't help the small smile that grew as I just played it cool and attempted to change the subject. I had been here a week and Negan does spend a lot of time with me but it never failed to rattle me when he would just know things. Although it very well could be im just not good at hiding it, or I happened to leave something out that told him of my little cocktails.

 I slightly rolled my hips, grinding my damp core against him which rewarded me with a small grunt from the man. I loosely wrapped my arms over his shoulders and smiled down at him, slowly drifting over him back and forth, taking my time to tease the man. He let out a frustrated groan and threw his head back. “Fuck princess you gotta stop being a goddamn prude.” he complained as he forcefully grabbed my hips and held me still, pulling his hips down for a moment. “Get on your knees.” he ordered, looking me in the eyes and releasing his grip on my waist. “I am anything but a prude.” I went to kneel for him and he got ready but I stopped when I rested a shaky hand on his knee. I stood up straight again and smiled. I wanted nothing more than to have Negan destroy me right now after having waited all day, no stress release, but I also realized the slight power our deal gave me that I don't think either of us had considered. “What?” he asked, annoyed and hesitant. His smile had faded and he was now just eager to get on with the act which only made me enjoy this moment more. 

“Only if you beg for it baby.” I taunted and I saw his eyes shift from annoyed to slightly aggravated. “You’re fucking with me?” he laughed, trying to give me a chance to retreat but I just shook my head. He ran a hand over his face and I went to gently pull his shoulders up so he was sitting forward. He looked at me and then allowed his eyes to trail down my chest as I got closer. Soon I felt his large fingers brush up my ass and over my lower back, pulling me forward so he could kiss my chest but avoided my nipples. I lightly tugged at his hair and I could feel the sarcastic grin against my breasts, suddenly he pulled back and stood up all in one quick motion. I was slightly startled but he just stared at me with dark eyes and an evil grin. He reached up and gripped my jaw in his hand, pulling me to his face and kissing me. The faint taste of whiskey on his tongue was a favorite of mine and I moaned into the kiss as he slid his hand down to my neck and held it gently. “No more fucking games tonight.” was all he said, but he towered over me, ever so gently squeezing my neck, and staring into my eyes with a pathetic glare. 

His voice was serious but soft, however a chill went up my back and I felt the slight rush of fear run through my veins like shards of glass as his thumb brushed against the soft skin of my throat. “Yes Sir.” I nodded with a small grin, rubbing my thighs together to ease the ache that took over deep in my stomach. I could feel he enjoyed the look of me under his hand, squirming, and clueless of what was to come. He pressed a more gentle kiss to my lips, allowing me to enjoy the tenderness for a moment, almost as if it was the last innocent one of the night. Once satisfied he pulled away and switched our positions, grabbing my hips and spinning me to face the couch. I made a guess as to what he was expecting and placed my knees on the cushions, leaning my elbows on the back and popping out my ass to him. “Yeah you know what to do.” he scrutinized and I looked back at him with a glare. He placed a light smack to my ass and I smiled. Rough hands ran over my legs and I felt him press the tip of his large cock against my entrance and I held my breath as I waited for him to continue. “You know something darling,” he began with a scoff and I rolled my eyes, temptation was taking over and I just needed him to stop with the games, I didn't know how Negan was able to resist and keep his lust from driving his actions, instead of just taking me as soon as I got in position like id have assumed he would. “What?” I asked with an attitude I will admit, turning to look back at him with a bored expression. He went to speak and met my inattentive gaze and I noticed his stance shift in response to my tone, letting his smile fade for a moment. Before I could even attempt to give a lighthearted grin he pushed into me completely, bottoming out, I gripped the back of the couch, “Ahhh! Negan!” I screamed, looking at him in an overwhelming state of shock at the pain and growing pleasure I felt. His thick cock stretched my walls as I tried to relax and adjust around it. His cheeks dented as a large smile appeared and he watched my face shift expressions from his work. 

“I was going to say you may actually have a shot at winning our bet, but instead,” he pushed even further, if possible, “I'll say, I have been enjoying your company so much… that I may discard of our deal all together.” he let out with a heavy breath as he got used to my tight cunt around him and I also let out a grunt in response to his comment. “What do you mean?” I asked softly, still trying to get used to the tip of his cock being damn-near pressed against my cervix, it also didn't help he kept teasing with little short thrusts, barely moving and only running his thick length against the ridges of my walls in a vulgar movement that caused my jaw to drop slightly. He laughed and grabbed my waist with tight fingers, I only hoped there would be marks as usual that are always a fun reminder of our lewd interactions. “Yeah I think i'll just keep you to myself.” he said casually as he slowly began to pull in and out of me, moving his hips allowing one hand to run over my body. He grazed it over my ass and up my back, grabbing my ponytail and giving a small tug. “What do you think of that sweetheart?” he insisted, keeping my hair gripped in his fist and his hips moving in a slow comfortable pace. I didn't know how to answer because I was still in a distracted haze. I wanted to go home yes, but he didn't seem to care and I knew it wouldn't take much for him to dispose of me if needed, or even house me as a prisoner should it come to that. But if my assumptions were right, than so were his and he knew I was smart enough to find my way out of things need be. 

He hummed and placed another smack to my ass, beginning to speed up his thrusts. “Yes- fuck okay fine. I'll stay.” I deplored in a more sensual tone than I intended and he grinned. I wasn't done however, pressing my hips back into him so that he was all the way inside me again, I propped myself up from leaning on the couch, “I have a few conditions.” his hands went to grip my hips again and he nodded at me, “You can be a big girl and talk through it.” he encouraged me. I didn't argue and let out a small whine as he pulled out and pushed in again at a spiteful speed. “I wanna be able to visit home.” he continued with a bit more focus, going in speed with his slow breathing, trying his best not to just speed up and destroy me, spreading his cum inside and then going to bed without another word. But it was now an unspoken agreement to make this round a well-deserved one. He stayed silent at my request before letting out a small grunt and then shaking his head. “What? Why not?” I whined, only being able to keep my head up for a few seconds, sending him a glare and then falling forward again. I could feel him deep in my core almost as if in my stomach, but he was going so soft and steady as we bargained. “Because you wont come back.” he snapped. I could almost hear a bit of resentment and fear in his voice, like he was genuinely afraid of his assumptions coming true. I was able to snap out of my erogenous daze when I caught onto the eerie and yet slightly heart-warming tone. Call it fucked up, I almost felt bad for him, but I liked seeing, or hearing, him weak. It reminded me he does indeed have the vulnerable side we all often hold back. It just takes a lot of effort to get him to release even a single remark. 

It was now my turn to stay silent as he continued with strategic and angled thrusts. I let out a small moan but I was still hung up on my answer. It wasn't true, what he thinks I'm going to do. I would come back, foolish as anyone else may see it. And my next thought was only going to lead me to a train of others, but I followed it as it swarmed my head because I caught a glimpse of it upon the interruptions from the man behind me. I knew it was still early and I barely knew anything of the man, but I almost felt as if Negan was the only one who would understand my outlook on this life. Like he was the only person that would just say ‘fuck it’ with me and do something stupid or brave. I was at that point now, I had been surviving life even before the apocalypse. I had handled the already tainted world before it rotted down to what it is now, and so I wasn't still wasting time to achieve the dreams my old self had. 

Not that I had many, I had really only enjoyed a few things before everything happened, those being the typical drugs, parties, the occasional hookup, and well now that I think about it, that was it. Then again I was still fresh out of high school when it all started, hadn't really formed too many dreams yet besides the standard ones, a good career and maybe even a partner and family somewhere down the line. But I had also never really planned ahead, I coasted. Figured i'd happen down the normal path of life or I’d die young, never did I imagine this current reality however. But either way Negan seemed to have a similar outlook, and although I don't know the cause of his jaded personality, I got the impression in the end he just wanted to try and have a somewhat joyful life for the rest of his days-- even if he wasn't really going about it the right way at the moment. That was the other thing, could I get him to change? Or would he be the same and i'll end up bitter for not choosing differently. He had potential I could see, but were we both just too far fucked to even make it work at this point? I let out a small sigh as I struggled to think as well as focus on the pleasure Negan was inflicting. I had almost forgotten about what we were currently doing, getting lost in my head and blanking out completely.

I shook my head, “No,” finally responding to him after however many minutes crept by while I was out of it. “-no I wouldn't do that.” I reassured him. I tried to sound as genuine as possible considering I indeed meant it. He furrowed his brows, the grip he had on my hips lightening up as he processed my soft and sweet words, a rare occasion on my end. I looked back over my shoulder and he was staring at me, he stopped slowly in me when we locked eyes. He was observing my expression and I knew he was trying to figure out if I was being honest with him. I looked down and then forward again with a sigh, “I want to go home, but I also..” I let out shaky breath before I continued, not sure how he would react, “But I also like being here with you.” After a brief silence I felt the need to justify my response some more, “I would come back-- because I would want to, and that's how it should be Negan.” We both went silent and I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I was too afraid he would be furious at my statement. And I was now on the opposite side of my plan, almost afraid he would see i'm not what he wants, and now that it's gone this far he would kill me. I felt him pull out of me and I felt my breath hitch. I still didnt turn around yet but began to lean up slowly. I was now assuming I had killed the mood completely and he was just going to kick me out or something of the sorts. 

However, I let my breathing continue, shaky and hoarse, as I felt the familiar scratch of his warm and rough hands slide up my waist and pull me back off the couch. He turned me to face him and I looked into his eyes with fearful ones. My soft gaze flicked around his face and began searching for so much as a smirk or raise of his brow to allow myself to breathe. For a moment I thought I caught a glimpse of hope in his own eyes as he met mine. We stood sharing the air between us and tainting it with paranoia and remnants of lust. “Is that really how you feel?” he finally asked, his dimples threatening to appear with a smirk as he waited for my answer. “Yes.” I answered with confidence, but still as endearing as possible. He looked between my eyes that reflected the soft light of the fire and he had a small smile lift the corners of his lips. He lifted a hand and cupped my cheek, “Okay.” He agreed with little hesitation and my eyes lit up like stars at the revelation, my cheeks also flushed a light pink as well and I gave a small grin. “Really?” I clarified, just in case he tried to change his mind again. Although I think we both knew we were too smart to ever truly escape each other. He nodded and I finally felt the weight leave my chest and waves of relief ran through me. “Then what are you waiting for?” I teased and he scoffed, pulling me in for a haste kiss. 

It was even more passionate and sensual now that we had the agreement settled and we could focus on pleasing one another. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he quickly took advantage and reached for my thighs to pick me up. I wrapped my legs around him out of habit and he began kissing down my neck as we walked to the bed. I let out a little laugh when the scruff of his beard tickled and scratched my neck. He continued sucking marks on my neck, taking time to leave several dark ones as he laid me down and then pulled away. He smiled at the slowly developing red bruises and he brushed back the messy hairs that escaped my pony tail, I propped myself up so I was sitting and smiled, “You want to fuck my face again, Sir?” I teased with a bit of sarcasm in the inquiry but with fluttering lashes for the flirty affect. He laughed and reached up to brush and tug my bottom lip with his thumb, “No not tonight sweetie, lay back down and open your legs.” He ordered, the laugh disappearing and his expression shifting with his patience that was draining by the second. 

I obviously did as I was told, practically giving myself whiplash from the speed I draped my back on the soft mattress and looked him dead in the eyes as I slowly spread my legs apart. His eyes darkened and he kneeled on the bed, propping himself up between my legs and gently tracing along my thighs with his fingers. I felt goosebumps follow his trail and he admired the glistening of my damp cunt, all a response to his behavior of course. This was his favorite kind of power to have and he almost always stopped to admire the effect his pride-driven actions had. I sighed as he rubbed down my thighs and up my waist. “Ugh- Negan please! I've been waiting all day.” I whined looking at the clock as it approached three in the morning. He seemed to get a kick out of my misery-- the sadistic bastard, but of course deep down I trusted it would always be worth it. “Put a sock in it baby.” he mocked, smacking the side of my ass and I let out a pleased hum while he leaned down and approached my center. I tried to keep my eyes on the ceiling, too nervous to watch him as he kissed around my core. And suddenly I was being reminded of who exactly was between my legs at the moment and my heart began to thump in my ears. I finally felt him flick his tongue through my folds and brush over my clit. I held back a reaction and he continued taking his time with his craft. I had no doubt Negan was a pro at this, he had shown his level of skill in other ways as well, so I wasn't surprised. 

The bold man wrapped his hands around my thighs and gripped them, his large fingers indenting the skin beneath them and surely leaving bruises overlapping the currently fading ones. I sucked in a breath as he suddenly sped up his actions and ran his tongue around my clit. I finally looked down at him as my hand traveled to his hair and he pulled back to flash a smirk before returning to my eager heat. I arched my back as he sucked on my clit and slid a hand down to tease my entrance with a finger. He took his time in warming me up with slow and thoughtful movements of his tongue, eventually easing two fingers followed by a lewd moan leaving my lips. He curled his fingers up and brushed against my walls, just barely poking at my g-spot as he teased and smirked between my legs. I moaned again, pulling his hair for encouragement and biting my tongue to keep from barrating him with pathetic pleas to finally be fucked. It was my way of learning to enjoy the little things, is what I said to convince myself to hold on a little longer. 

I felt his tongue press harder onto my clit, he used the very tip to perfectly torment my nerve. I squirmed harder than I had been at the new feeling, it was more stimulating and almost felt hot. His saliva mixed with my own lubricant was shining alongside my inner thighs, and I could see the faint warm glow of the fireplace being cast across the room and highlighting the wet spot along my legs and his arms. I also looked at him, and caught the light hitting the faint glisten of sweat on his forehead as well as his almost luminescent skin from the initial wave of lust that summoned our bodies natural coolant. I jerked beneath him when he didn't take a break and instead pulled his fingers back and then pushed them farther in. I gasped and my thighs instinctively closed around him. My hand laced through his dark, faintly-graying hair and tugged harshly. He stopped his tongue and I opened my eyes that I hadn't realized squeezed shut and I quickly, but reluctantly moved my legs apart again before he could remove his fingers and do it himself. “Thank you babydoll, you’re doing so good, I can feel you wanting more.” he praised with a smile and leaned forward, using his other hand to pull me up gently by my throat, catching me halfway in a kiss. He sucked in a breath as I tried to catch mine. The praise allowed a peachy blush to grace my cheeks and I was thanking heavens he was able to read me in this moment, hoping it meant he wouldnt continue this insanely pleasurable agony. 

After a few minutes of him allowing my orgasm to build up, and then denying me I let out a rather pathetic moan. “Negan please will you fuck me now?” I asked and he pulled his fingers out and leaned up. I propped myself up on my elbows and waited for his response as he just smiled and caught his breath. He gestured with his fingers to flip and I caught on before he spoke, moving to my hands and knees. “You know how I want it baby.” he quipped and I felt heat as well as some butterflies spiral in my chest at the comment and I smiled. He really was the whole package if you took away his tyrannous streak-- but like I said we will probably both be dead in five, or ten years… twenty if we’re lucky. He must have noticed my distraction cause he tugged on my hair and grabbed my hips with force, a moan escaping before I could apologize for my boring behavior. I laughed and just leaned back to kiss him before pushing his hand down between us. He gave into the kiss for a moment more and then traced his other hand gingerly up my spine and lightly pushed me away and back down on my hands. His other guided himself into me once again, and as soon as he pushed in fully he began rough thrusts, taking his time to enjoy the feeling of me around him again first before he couldn't convince himself to hold back a second longer. 

I let out a moan as my back arched into him and his rough hands gripped into my hips and ran up to squeeze my breasts. He picked up the speed of his thrusts when he began to play with my nipples. I let out another more lustful moan in hopes he would continue his hard thrusts. “Fuck- Negan you feel so good.” I finally spat out, not being able to hold back the compliment that would surely stroke the man's ego or inspire more sarcastic remarks. He instead grunted, “Im gonna have a hard time lasting much longer, you feel fucking fantastic princess.” I felt my orgasm begin to approach at his comment and he quickly caught on, a hand quickly took place to rub circles around my clit and I let out a cry as I arched my back and he thrusted faster, “Go ahead and cum, it won't be the last sweetheart.” I didn't hesitate to allow the myself to collapse into an orgasm, cumming around Negan's cock and threatening to fall into the bed if not for his arm around my stomach. 

I allowed myself to be lost in the haze, but Negan continued on, slowing down slightly but only pushing in deeper. “Ugh! Fuck!” I yelled as he hit deep in my gut and my eyes rolled back. I pushed my hips back onto him, bouncing myself back slightly desperate for a second releases I could feel building again. He hissed and held me still letting out a curse and mumbling to wait. I moaned impatiently and he gave a smack to my ass to tie me over while he slowly began to thrust again. I felt my orgasm approach faster and I moved my hips again, this time he didn't stop me and I threw my head back, “Im gonna cum again Negan.” He went to slow down again but I couldn't hold back and rode out the second wave, smirking as I looked back at him and he shook his head. “Give me one more.” was all he said and I felt his hand continue to rub harsher circles around my sensitive bud and I whined. “I'm gonna need a sec” I breathed out heavily and he continued with slow, soft thrusts. “I think you can do it now baby.” he grunted as he sped up again, his hand on my clit rubbing at the same pace and his other hand creeping up to wrap in my hair and tug. “I-mm Negan! I can't-” I complained more but he continued and I moaned louder. I could feel another slow orgasm approaching. It would be good but I knew I would probably be practically knocked out after due to rate it took to get here. 

He went deeper again and found my weak spot, shoving into it without resistance and then allowing me to fall forward on my elbows. The new angle caused us both to moan and he sped up again. I could feel him twitch as I squeezed around him and rutted my hips back to chase the third wave. “Come on Y/n I know you can do it.” Negan encouraged with slight sarcasm. I let out a moan into the sheets and gripped them tight as I felt the intense wave rush over me but almost barely satisfy me. I moaned loud, turning away from the mattress so he could hear it more. “Fuck Im gonna cum soon.” he grunted and I took in a few breaths before offering to swallow his seed but he insisted on playing this out and finishing deep in me. I wasn't opposed of course and moaned as he continued to thrust into me with tantalizing force. I couldn't feel my legs and could see bruises forming on my hips. I smiled and he gripped my breast and fucked me harder as he came. “Mgh- Fuck!” his back leaned over me as thrusted in deep and rode out his own orgasm. 

I frowned when he pulled out but could feel him drip out of me, he used two fingers to swipe up his cum and held it to my lips. I obedeiently sucked it off his fingers and he smiled. His eyes sparkled in the firelight and we both leaned in for a kiss. I layed back and he went to lay beside me, our lips meeting again as I leaned on his chest and he took over the kiss, his tongue sliding between my lips and then his teeth biting my bottom lip. It surprised me but I smiled and deepened the kiss. After a few minutes I pulled back with a red face and laid my head to his chest as I yawned. “Its fucking late.” was all I mumbled out and he nodded not even bothering to look at the clock. “Are you sure you wanna stay with me?” he asked, pulling me out of my sleepy haze and I opened my eyes to look at him, I nodded with a small smile, “Of course. I think we both know you cant get me to do anything I don't wanna.” he nodded in agreement and gripped my jaw to kiss me, “That's true. I just wanted to make sure th-” I stopped him by shoving my fingers over his lips, I shushed him and smiled. “Please, can we just go to bed?” my eyes could barely stay open and he smiled under my hand before nodding. “Fine. You really are something else y’know that doll?” I mumbled an agreement before drifting off into sleep, Negan following close behind. I didn't know if we were actually going to last as long as I hoped, but I knew it would at least be a damn good time. 

[iplayghoul]

𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲 ⦂ 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨.

pairing:: toji fushiguro x fem black coded reader!

word count:: 5.4k

warnings:: dacryphilia, religion, gaslighting, alcohol, hair pulling, anal play, sadomasichism, blood kink, slut shaming, wax play, smoking, size kink, a bit oc-ish reader, evil shit idk yawl.

notes:: im gonna be honest i almost passed out writing this and at one point my motha came to ask if i was okay 😓😩😩 pls enjoy also heres a lil spotify playlist that was fun to listen to while writing. pls do ignore typos.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲, carved red lips always quirked into a small smirk and a sleek black purse slung in her inner elbow. she seems almost too sinful to be a worshipper, could be lucifer himself, he thinks. toji was intrigued. he was a bit of a desperate man himself and nothing near holy but he didn't think he could've stooped this low. hell was hot, he'd been told once but now he's felt it for himself.

the first time Toji saw you, for perspective, was one Palm Sunday. he stood lazily in the church yard, nodding his head to the old women in their broad hats and wrinkled fingers that waved him 'hello' and dragged along their grandchildren children. oh fuck, he was so tipsy. laughable really, was his decision to venture out on the occasion; careful not to miss a Sunday of worship and to keep the Sabbath holy with a drink or two. a particularly large group of young women rushed in with the tone of the church's bells, carrying palms in their hands and wearing brightly coloured floral frocks.

among them was one who always particularly stood out. it wasn't her big afro, sharp nails, deep, glossy red lips, or her expensive attire, it was something else. something Toji couldn’t quite put his finger on; he'd stare for a moment too long and her eyes would catch him, or he'd attempt to frown and divert his attention but quickly was next to him. though he never heard you speak, it was almost as if you kept him here like a ball and chain was tied around his ankle and a whip was keeping his 'behavior' in check.

sucking his teeth, Toji sauntered near the side of the church to avoid the women who would approach him with their kids in attempts to find a good Christian man for lack of one who left them with a mistake. fiddling with his pockets, he found a cigarette. with no light in sight, his eyes swiped his surroundings in somewhat embarrassment and dragged the tip of the cig' against the rugged concrete wall behind him and took a deep breath in; holding it for a beat then let it slip through his teeth.

in a moment his eyes would slip to his peripheral and you'd be standing there like you were waiting for him to finish then, week after week he'd turn his head to study your face and you'd already be gone.

he was intrigued, almost too intrigued at the sight of a young one like you attending church every Sunday with your red lips carved into a small smirk and a sleek glossy black purse to match. his boring, pathetic little life left much to desire, and he found himself spending the only moments of his life that had meaning either working out or going to the Sunday Mass. nobody would call Toji a holy man per se and if you asked anyone outside the church yard who he was, they'd say a slut and a deadbeat. a man like him had stuffed babies into more women than you could count on one hand, and they simply rushed off wherever to find a man who had the time to give them a second thought.

a man like him had no place in the church, though that's not what his fellow churchgoers may think and neither did you. you seemed almost too sinful to be a worshipper like him. he scoffed at the thought that you were like Lucifer himself, hungry for power and deceiving. a man like him was as desperate as they come and nothing near a man of God. he wondered if he could put a baby in your tummy, a bulge under your clothing that he could ignore and relocate to a different church over; a baby that would have the congregation fawning over it and without a question as to who its father was.

he knew he was attractive, and a man like him could use the power and privilege that came with it in more ways than imaginable. so maybe, he had a mission, some meaning in his life one would say besides his nine-to-five job sitting around the bar and lookin' pretty.

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the corner of your lips curled into a small smirk, one look at Toji's eyes had him like an open book and a toy for you to mess with. you smiled when you saw him avert your all-knowing eyes and move to the church's side to smoke. something a so called 'man of God' shouldn't do. oh, he could be a man of God alright.

the blood lust radiating off your skin would give the women around you a chill though they assumed it was the cool chill of Spring. the weeks went by as you kept an eye on Toji. watching, waiting, observing, and entertaining conversation with anyone who stood near him. everyone feared you it seems, they were intimidated. a woman with fire in her eyes and sin on her breath made something in their stomachs churn uncomfortably.

the day you found out Toji had a son, one he seemed to care about more than the others, was rather interesting. the supermarket was barren that night, to your dismay as you'd rushed out looking for a meal. with no people in sight, you glided through every aisle and finally at the very last you saw Toji. he puffed on a cigarette with his right hand and held a boy, about five years old, in his left. the young boy sensed your presence, ah that reminds you, children's third eyes are still open.

Toji was busy frowning at the items on the shelf, your heels clicked loudly on the cheap tile of the grocery floor as you walked towards them. you were dressed in what one would call business attire at this late hour, but a man like Toji would assume you came from a prayer meeting.

you hummed in disinterest, "Now, now Mr. Fushiguro, is smoking anyway in which a man of God behaves?" your lips perked up a little in a small deceiving smile as you plucked the cigarette from his mouth and looked him in the eye, taking a drag.

his mouth dropped open for a half of a second before quickly closing shut and his eyes bore into yours.

"Megumi, go find a snack." Toji maintained eye catching with you as he lowered himself to set the boy, Megumi, on the ground. his voice was deep and gravely. you smiled a bit more as he rose again. he was far taller than you were but, you looked up at him and blew the smoke from your intake into his face. his brows furrowed, displeased at what in his mind was a challenge and snatched the cigarette from you.

you smiled again, "A man of God shouldn't be smoking Mr. Fushiguro, or do I need to ask you again how you should behave?"

he released an exasperated sigh, one to cover up whatever feeling was bubbling in his stomach.

your arm was now resting on the shelf as it supported half of your body weight and you peered up at him tiredly, awaiting an answer.

"Look, miss..." he faked disinterest in your name, "A man of God, does what he wants, not what ya' tell him to do."

"Keep calling me miss. A man of God should know his place," and somehow you were looking down on him despite his advantage over you in height.

"A man of God is a man who deserves nothing more than a place under my feet, like a stool." his face twisted.

"You should be a better man of God Toji, maybe then will your life find purpose."

turning on your heel, you walked out of the aisle giving the boy, Megumi a small smile. he was standing on the side of the aisle waiting for the conversation to conclude and said nothing.

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a week later, you figured Toji would be at the bar near the end of the prostitutes' street. the walk there was short and uneventful, with gorgeous women lining the sidewalks, vendors of different cannabis treats and men with bulging pockets. the women were tempting to say the least but, you stopped at a vendor to purchase a pre-rolled blunt and took a sharp inhale, blowing it playfully in the face of the half-naked woman who stood near the vendor to attract customers.

the thought of taking her home to ruin her crossed your mind but for now, your current task was ducking his head as he walked into the bar. you'd come back to the woman another time.

your eyes caught sight of Toji within a split second, sitting near the bartender on a couch surrounded by women with far more money than him. he sipped from a glass with a content and idle smile on his face, looking up at the women around him and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt to appear desirable.

it didn't take long for the women to notice your presence behind Toji's back, and they looked you up and down before moving aside. his face was twisted with confusion as you could imagine. ambling over to the couch opposite to him, you crossed your legs and stared intently his now irritated face.

"Awe, what a slut," a giggle left your mouth as his face contorted in anger and you spoke over him as he opens his lips to retort.

"Picking up women on the prostitutes' street? Times must be hard, Mr. Fushiguro." you bit back another giggle, what a nuisance you were.

"Listen, over here 'm not 'Mr. Fushiguro'," he held back a bit of anger in his tone, "Jus' call me-"

"What, a whore? a sinner?" you pressed your chin into the palm of your hand in false interest.

"Use my fuckin' name, bitch."

you perked an eyebrow.

"Oh, I know your name, Toji." you gave him a teasing smile, "And... maybe, just maybe, you'd want to watch your tone with me, sweetheart."

"Or what?" he frowned down at you in the flashing red lights of the bar and snarled.

back and forth, back, and forth, they flickered in the fire of his eyes. you almost laughed out loud, rising from your seat, and standing over his irritated form. staring into his eyes, you curled your fingers around his chin, forcefully stopping the hand that rose to move yours with your other hand. bending down slightly, to blow your smoky breath to the back of his ear, you said,

"I think you know what's gonna' happen, slut."

his eyes widened barely, and he failed in regaining his composure. turning his head back to you as it was held fixed in your palm, he lost his gaze in the dancing flame igniting in your eyes. the room froze for a moment, his lips parted for a split second; it yelled an invitation at you.

you pressed a knee between his legs and pushed them apart, resting it on the cushion-y sofa he was sitting on. you released his wrist from your hand and put that hand around his neck, squeezing him with your middle finger and thumb. you stroked his face with the opposite hand now, reveling in the way he couldn't shake himself from the trance like state he was in.

you trailed a finger on his jaw, bringing it up to his mouth and tapping on his parted lips. slowly, you plunged two fingers past his lips and down his throat making him gag a little on the sharpness of your nails that scratched the back of his throat slightly. your hand squeezed tighter on his neck, pulling your fingers back out and pressing them down against his tongue as you did. you smeared the saliva on his mouth, glossing up his lips with it.

"You know, Toji, you should come find me. Maybe I'll teach you a thing or two about the real God."

you released his neck from the grip and leaned forward to press a hard, venom laced kiss against his lips. without a second thought and having thoroughly fucked over Toji, you dusted the air off you and left the bar.

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the next altercation the two of you had, was the last. Toji inevitably finding you, everyone knew your apartment; the large, sleek, black, and white condominium near the busy part of the area. it was a Tuesday evening; the church was open for confession. the priest would wait in there for anyone who wanted to confess their sins.

you were on your way back from confession, gliding out of your black vehicle, spotting Toji leaned against the white fencing of your house smoking a cigarette. your lips curled, and you stopped before him. looking up at his both stoic and annoyed face as he blew smoke out in strings between his lips. "

"Mr. Fushiguro, you should've gone to confession before coming to see me, you know."

he offered you a grunt, "You're not some kinda' fuckin' God, Miss."

you smiled smugly, "You sure? That's funny, Fushiguro."

turning on your heel, you walked up the path to your front door, letting Toji follow you if he really wanted to.

he walked past you onto the marble floors, his dress shoes clicked to a stop, and you let the door slam shut behind him.

"What? Is there something you came here for, Mr. Fushiguro?"

he sucked his teeth in a sneer, "I think ya' know the fuckin' answer. Don't act all high n' mighty now, brat."

your eyebrow quirked in interest, "Brat? That's rich coming from you, isn't it?" you looked him up and down and rolled your eyes, dismissing his presence and strolling past him and up the stairs to your bedroom.

there was a constant beat of dominance pounding in your head as you got to your bedroom, leaving the door open. you felt almost suffocated with the high of how sinister the scenarios of your head became.

stripping down slowly, from your white button up to your tight black pants. swinging around on your heel, you caught Toji staring you dead in the eye. he was standing by the door enthralled and his eyes lost. now your attention came to his clothing, peaking at every corner of his body shamelessly. he wore an expensive looking black button up shirt that was a size too small for him and paired it with some loose dress pants he must have thrown on from somewhere.

you didn't wear a fancy lingerie set under your regular clothes, but now you just stood staring at him arrogantly with your arms folded, wearing nothing but your bra and panties. Toji approached your space, cautiously and grunted in annoyance at you blatantly checking him out. he took off his dress shoes before approaching you, pressing up against your figure and looking down at you as if to present a challenge.

offering him but a teasing smile, you nicked the cigarette from his lips and padding over to the bedside table where you left it, lit a candle that was besides it. opening the drawer, you gave Toji a look over the shoulder at his curiosity and chuckled under your breath. then, you pulled out a long set of black ropes. Toji was a muscular man; broad chest, strong arms and you were quite sure he could bench press you if he wanted to. you needed a lot of rope for him.

"Toji," the man looked startled at the use of his first name, eyes widening in a scornful stare at you, "Why don't you c'mere?" you held the ropes near you and bat your eyelashes at him. he began to undress, getting the hint. first unbuttoned his black shirt; then slipping out of his dress pants and after staring at you in just his boxers for a beat, he slid off his boxers too and covered himself.

the man fought a light dust of blush forming on his permanently frowning face and swallowed his pride to walk over to you.

"Are you good at taking orders, Toji?" he dragged his tongue across his teeth and lips.

"I'll do as I please." you hummed, unphased and drawled, "Maybe you should get on the fuckin' bed for now then, hm?" his eye twitched.

following your word, he pressed himself into your plush, soft bed and situated his back against the pillows near your headboard. easily, you took him by surprise and gripped his arms, his body tensing as he let you tie loops of rope around his arms and shoulders. then, connecting it to rope that knotted around his large thighs and calves. when the ropes were wrapped around him in the way you liked, you pulled it tight, and it forced his legs to spread open and had him leaning his ass to rest back on his ankles. shoulders and arms held back to make his chest more prominent, and his cock was half hard and on full display; his balls were heavy and straining against the rope passing below his sack.

"Hm, " you crawled back from him to look at your work, he was wrapped up like a present and you sighed in content, "You're a bad man, ain't you Toji?"

"A bad... bad man n' I'm gonna' milk you for all the restraint you got, hm?" he wet his lips again, shifting on his knees, his cock was fully hard now and leaning against his abdominals, precum sticking white spots onto his belly.

"Look at you man, nice Christian man..." you pushed yourself into the soft sheets, eyeing him desperately. his nipples were hard with the cold air, and he kept licking his drying lips and his adam's apple bobbed deep.

"Nice, holy man, tied up like a little bitch, huh?" you laughed a little at him and bit your lip in innocence at his frown of annoyance.

"What? You mad? Your dick doesn't act like it though... you're fuckin' dripping." your eyes were glued to his dick. maybe it did look a little angry at you too, the tip red and if it were inside, you it'd be pulsating.

you crawled closer towards him, pulling yourself onto his muscular thighs like a seat and you played your nails at his neck and throat.

"Toji..." his yes bore into yours, "you'll address me by Ma'am. Got it?" your teasing tone caused him to scoff. "Like fuckin' hell I will bitch." Smack! a loud stinging slap cut him off and he stiffened in the position you slapped him to.

"Now you don't think you're in a position to argue, do you?" you looked down at him from your seat on his thighs, "How will you refer to me?" he stayed silent, then after a moment clicking his teeth and eyeing you from the side. "You're a fuckin' brat." another loud slap clapped and echoed through the room, tilting his head the opposite direction, and reddening another cheek.

"Are you gonna' be good, Toji?" a playful glint in your eye as he looked up at you and took in a deep breath, sucking in his cheek as you grabbed his chin to move his head around as you pleased like he was a doll.

"Yes Ma'am." oh he does look like a doll.

"That's more like it." you praised him, noting the way he keened at it and pressed a kiss on his forehead, then neck and another on his lips.

humming a little, you reached over him to the bedside table again and open the drawer, pulling out a thick, black ring for his cock. you heard the deep breath he took when he saw it; you took his cock in your hands, reveling in the way your hand almost couldn’t wrap all the way around it and pumped him a few times. you bit back a smile, his deep breathing almost dipping into a whine, was playing over and over in your head. then, you slipped the ring onto his cock, making sure it was tightly placed at the base of his cock and that your fingers lightly brushed his tip. you went back to stroking. his eyes were glued to your hands on his cock, gripping him loosely but tight enough to pleasure him. up and down the shaft and rolling the spread of your palm over his tip and dragging your finger in his slit. "Ah, God damn." he sighed deeply again, his thighs would flex under you and his hips would jut out uncomfortably.

"Hm, I don't think he'd like that, Toji," you answered back. "Fuckin'– shit, please." he kept rolling his hips into your palm, seeking more and more of the motions you were giving him.

"What is that you want, Toji?" his eyes were slightly red rimmed and had the beginning of tears collecting in the corner of it. you slowed down your palms movements and he was breathless and panting, pushing his hips up faster but could barely move with the ropes. then you quickened it again and he was close, biting his lips so hard it could draw blood and eyebrows furrowed with beads of sweating collection on his hairline.

you slowed for a second time, earning a guttural whine from the man.

"Tell me what you want, Toji, and I might consider it." you looked him dead in the eye with a knowing look. he licked his lips and huffed out a breath. "Ma'am, I– wanna', fuck– cum. Please." the first word had shot straight to your cunt. a wicked grin grew on your face, and you stopped pumping his cock completely. Lifting yourself off him, you smirked at the way his eyes burned holes into your side as you leaned to the bedside table and grabbed his cigarette from earlier, putting the end in the flame of the burning candle. leaning back, you pulled off your panties with one hand, letting Toji watch how wet you were, like strings of spit webbing on your panties. you took a drag from the cigarette and pressed two fingers up against your clit, massaging over the bud slowly and lightly then applying pressure, again and again.

you released countless breathless moans, letting the smoke rise from your lips with your head tilted back. “fuck– don’t look at me like that, Toji, you’ll get your turn. Shit, you just gotta’ patiently– Ah! Like, a good boy.” You were close, stuffing your cunt with three fingers and curling them in a beckoning motion while Toji watched you. squealing, you came hard under his desperate eyes and smiled across from him, your smiles were anything but nice to him. puffing out another cloud of smoke, you pushed the end of the cigarette against his thighs, letting him tense up and his with the way you put it out and tossed it somewhere. You crawled back into his lap and stuck the fingers that were playing with your cunt into his mouth pushing them to the back of his throat and letting him gag on them.

“If you bite me, I’ll make things worse for you, whore.” you warned him, “you understand?” his eyes were glossy now, he nodded. reaching over to the bedside table again, you grabbed the candle from earlier, putting out the flame and tilting it over his chest, he stiffened noticing where this was going. the candle had collected a lot of wax by now, and so you poured it over his muscular chest, letting it drip down as far as it could and over to his nipple. he groaned deep and angry, letting out low moans at the burning sensation, biting down on your fingers. “Fuck!” a loud strike to his cheek cut the thickness of tension in your bedroom, and you’d pulled your fingers out of his mouth with a quickness observing the way he drew blood. dropping the candle somewhere randomly, you grabbed his hair with your opposite hand and tugged, hard.

you grinned, sinful, “you really are a fuckin’ slut, huh?” his lips were pulled up in a sneer at you, “you can’t follow some instructions Toji? Is that too hard for you? Lick the blood off my fuckin fingers.” Presenting him with your fingers slightly too far away from his face and forcing him to stretch his head forward like a pet and lick at your fingers. the desperation to fuck the shit out if you swirled in his eyes, looking at you like a dog without a bone and it was like you waved the bone in front of him. paying attention to his cock again, you pressed a finger up against the prominent bump of a vein running up the center of his length, squeezing his girth then bringing your hand down to the base of his cock. you let him shift in discomfort and want for more stimulation, taking the ring off him and spreading a long lick across the entire head of his cock. he was uncut. your tongue played at the slit in its head, and you let a glob of spit drip down from your tongue onto him them sucking it back up as you took the head of his cock in your mouth. only, the tip.

“Does that feel good?” you stared up at him through your eyelashes, he throbbed in your mouth the minute you looked up at him. “Yea– oh shit, you look so fuckin’ good.” You squeezed the base of his cock and kept sucking and licking and spitting on his tip, eventually keeping a slow rhythm that kept him on the edge of coming every minute that went by. Toji’s moans were loud by nature of his deep voice, rumbling throughout the room. You felt lightheaded and groaned on his tip, he looked frustrated and teary eyed. his eyes told you to get on his cock and ride him ‘till you couldn’t feel your legs, you were becoming equally as desperate as he was.

popping your mouth off his cockhead with a loud smack and grabbed your underwear that was thrown somewhere on the bed, stuffing it in his mouth, the soiled crotch side on his tongue. You licked your drying lips and crawled over him to the bedside table once more, rubbing your thighs together for friction as you did. from the drawer, you grabbed a bottle of lube and a small, bright pink vibrator. using Toji’s thighs for stability, you reached a hand under his balls after coating your fingers in lube and prodded at the ring of muscle on his rim. you felt him tense up and clench his ass when you pushed a finger in, you both shared a knowing look and you added another, fingering him loose and scissoring your fingers in his ass looking for his prostate. Toji swallowed his moans, thinking you wouldn’t notice, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“What kinda’ man of God is takin’ it up his ass every night, huh?” you smiled up at him, “And I bet you let the bitches peg you too, yeah?” he groaned behind your panties when your fingers brushed his prostate and you smiled. grabbing the vibrator, you pushed it in while slipping your fingers out and made sure it was pressed up against his prostate before putting it on the second lowest speed. God, you felt high with want and stumbled off the bed, leaving a squirming Toji on the bed with the vibrator up his ass. You reached a cupboard in your room and grabbed a bottle of red wine and a glass, sauntering onto the bed again and popping it open. you poured a glass full, some spilling out onto the sheets with your unsteadiness before tilting your head back and downing it in one go. you filled it back up again, distractedly hooking your other hand behind your back to take of your bra, wincing at the cold air hitting your nipples that were between the two barbells of your piercings. Pushing your breasts up against Toji’s muscular pecs, you pulled the panty out of his mouth and poured the glass of wine down his mouth, half of it ran down your chests, staining red and you pressed your lips against his desperately.

his arms strained against the ropes, desperately wanting to grip the back of your head, your ass, your tummy, any part of you he could get his hands on he’d grope you with his big hands. Lip-locked, you tasted the wine on each other’s tongue in a sloppy kiss, desperate to taste and feel every inch of the other’s body. “Fuck– I need you in me.”

“Put it in– Please, put it in.” he begged, you turned the vibrator up and grabbed his cock, sliding it through your sopping cunt and pushing him past your entrance, sinking down on his cock with loud moans of relief coming from both of you. he was whining and moaning so loud you didn’t think he had it in him, mumbling incoherently at the stimulation to his prostate. your feet were steady on either side of him as you sat on his cock, knees straining to keep balance as you began bouncing on his length; his girth made you desperate to feel yourself split open under him.

“Shit! Oh, fuck.” Your hands squeezed his pecs, feeling the stickiness of wine and bumpiness of hardened candle wax on his skin, gripping the rope on his chest you pulled him closer into you then dropping to her knees as she bounced to take him deeper. “Oh my fuckin’– God.” his groans were loud, almost as loud as the sickening sloppy sounds of your cunt smacking down on him. you gripped the back of his head and dropped your weight on him, feeling his hot breath on your shoulder as both your mind and his went totally blank. Your judgmental façade had already dissipated, you weren’t that great a Christian yourself, not when his dick was this good. Toji’s eyes were blurry with tears and you saw stars, sticky white cream forming in the space connecting you both as you orgasmed and felt pumps of his come fulling you. he was still hard.

using your remaining strength, you pushed yourself off him, legs wobbling as you stretched to the bedside table for another time, pressing your knee against his balls, “you wanna’ fuck the shit outta’ me, Mr. Fushiguro?” he growled at the use of formal language and grunted with a nod. Turning back to the bedside table you grabbed a knife and started cutting the ropes off him, giving him some thin cuts out of spite to hear him hiss and curse at you under his breath. Toji stretched his muscles slowly and hesitantly, watching you toss the knife aside and having realized that you will fuck him up. then, after a moment of staring at each other, breathless, hot and horny, he gripped your thighs and flipped you both over.

you yelped at his strength, feeling him drag you down on the bed to meet eyes with him again, his hair was wet with sweat and dripped down into his face. crashing his lips down onto yours and driving his cock back into you again, letting it slide in easily with his leftover cum. you attached your hands to his back, scratching his shoulders as he pummeled you below him, you were flopping around like a ragdoll and at this point you were grateful for the amount of control he’d given you before.

“Holy– shit, you’re fuckin’ me so good,” he moaned at the praise and put his head down on your shoulder, biting your skin and pricking you with small, sharp canines. his ass clenched as he fucked you into the bed to keep the vibrator in his ass and he whimpered loudly into your shoulder. his thrusts were getting sloppy, and it was hard to keep his rhythm, you just lay there crying out when his cock hit you in a good spot and your vision blacked out for a second when your tummy recoiled and snapped with another orgasm. the tight clench forced another orgasm out of Toji, and he went limp above you, crashing down besides you on the big bed, gripping you when he passed out.

you stared at the ceiling panting and gasping, you cursed softly knowing what tomorrow was going to do to you and start kicking things off the bed. Toji’s muscular arm was heavy draped over you, but you shifted slightly to push the wine, candle, ropes, knife, cigarette, and clothing off the bed. finally, you reached over to Toji, the vibrator was almost halfway out of his ass so pulling on the silicone string slowly, you tug it out of him and threw it to the floor without bothering to turn it off. then, pushing your face into the corner of his neck, you let yourself fall into a deep sleep, deeper than you’d slept at all in the past.

— masterlist

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Deer in headlights | Short stories: Tipsy visits

Bonten x Reader | 1.7k+ words

Warnings: humor, implied consumption of alcohol, smut, cringe(?), foul language, not edited, no beta, grammar/spelling mistakes, Sanzu and Rindou being Sanzu and Rindou .-. have your age in your blogs visible

A/N: I felt bad about leaving just like that so.. 🥺🤲🏻 here are crumbs of my love for yall. It’s not much, but it’s what I can do 🥺💕😔 last update for a while (tbh, I hope not) *crying* I like to suffer in silence. (for the ppl that saw the drama yesterday IM SO SORRY)

Late-night study sessions were common for you, specifically if you waited awake for Mikey to come home. A loud bang coming from the entrance’s door startled you. It's 2 in the morning, who could it be? You thought. Not wanting to be unprotected in case it was something ‘else,’ you fastly grabbed the nearest object, a rolled newspaper.

Walking towards the door, you also pulled your phone and had Kakucho’s number on speed dial; after all, he lived the closest to you. “Who’s there?!” you shouted, “My boyfriend is really scary! I'm warning you!” Suddenly the door opened, and you screamed as you delivering a blow with the newspaper to whoever stood there. A groan followed by a thud and a boisterous laugh surprised you. “Rindou? Sanzu? What are you two doing here?” then your eyes fell upon the fallen pinknette holding his reddening forehead, “Oh my god! Sanzu! I’m sorry!” you kneeled beside him, cheeking his forehead as Rindou leaned forward, still laughing at Sanzu’s misfortune.

“So, who’s the scary boyfriend?” the younger Haitani managed to say in between chuckles, “is it me?”

“No,” you huffed, “that’s Takeomi,” you were trying to get Sanzu to show you his forehead; he had a death grip on it. “Sanzu, please, let me see it,” you moved closer, and that's when you smelled the alcohol on him. Those two were drunk. That explains how you were able to knock down Bonten’s number two with a newspaper. “You two went drinking? What are you doing here?” You tiredly repeated the same early question but this time with a different intention. And now that you think about it, the bang was probably these two trying to use the spare key each Bonten member has to your place.

“Oh, about that, we were thinking about you,” lazy blue eyes stared at you as a hand began to climb up your arm. You shuddered at the ghostly touches from Sanzu.

“Yeah,” agreed Rindou, “we were discussing some things, and we have a very important question for you, little lamb,” his purple eyes shone with mischief.

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“No,” You deadpanned, “you two are delirious; let's go to bed.” After helping Sanzu up and making some coffee for them, you sat them on your couch. Then Rindou asked that stupid question, and you couldn't believe your ears.

“It’s not that hard to answer; just tell us who has-” you made a throaty sound indicating your unwillingness to continue that conversation. Sanzu smiled at the sight of your heating cheeks.

“Sanzu’s right, come on, little lamb,” Rindou pulled you towards him; you tried to stand your ground, but it was useless. Once you moved a bit closer, his hands held your waist and made you straddle him. His lips wasted no time to find your neck, hands now under your clothes; Rindou was trying a different method to pull out the answer from you.

“Just say the name. How about that?” Sanzu offered as he enjoyed the little show you two were making.

“Ran,” you let out.

Both men froze. “My brother?” Rindou asked, with his head resting on your shoulder.

“No, I’m gonna call Ran and have him deal with you two.” you tried to wiggle yourself out of his grasp, “I refuse to answer that question.” you really didn't want to; besides, it's not like you have an actual answer to... that...

“You’re not calling anyone,” Sanzu dragged you from Rindou’s lap towards the center of the couch. You still faced the younger Haitani, who didn't waste any time in assaulting your lips. Sanzu took the opportunity to work his way under your pajama top; his hands cupped your chest from behind—fondling, rubbing your perked nipples in between his fingers. Small sounds scaped your lips only to be consumed by Rindou’s mouth.

The three of you were an entanglement of limbs and hands pulling at each other clothes. Without uttering a single word, Rindou hoisted you up and made his way to your bedroom, Sanzu not far behind, you three left a trail of shirts, pants, and undergarments on the floor. As soon as your back hit the cotton sheets, your body was at their mercy.

Sanzu now covered your mouth with his, tugging your tongue out so he could play with it as much as he wanted. Rindou, who had patiently waited for Sanzu to initiate the foreplay this time, began spreading wet kisses on your inner thighs; you fisted purple strands in your hand, yearning for the younger haitani’s touch on your wet center. But a thought crossed your mind, “h-hold on! Rin! Rindou!” you parted from Sanzu as you closed your legs. “Let me freshen up a little,” before any of them could comprehend what happened, you flew to the bathroom.

“Y/N!!” groaned Rindou.

You didn't think you stayed in the bathroom that long... Because according to you, you were in and out. But apparently, you really did take your time. Sanzu and Rindou were snoring on the bed. You didn't mind that they fell asleep; the only problem was that you still felt all hot and bothered.

You thought about finishing by yourself, but you knew the rules. Not touching yourself. That phrase resonated in your head. Mikey had made it very clear.

“There’s only one rule, okay, doe?” how could you forget with the way he expressed it. “No touching yourself here,” he pressed a fingertip on your clothed core, “you have all of us ready to please you at any moment.”

So with a trembling hand, you pressed the green circle on your phone. After two beeps, a rough voice picked up. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry, I didn't want to disturb you but, hmm, Could you-” you didn't know how to say it, and it was killing you.

“What is it, baby?” You whimpered; your brain automatically shifted as soon as you heard his voice on the phone calling you baby. “Oh? Does my girl needs me?” you nodded, forgetting for a second that he couldn't see you. “Come on, use your words,”

“I need you! So bad!” you whined, “it hurts,” you moaned. You could hear movement from the other end of the call, dangling keys and doors slamming, one after the other.

“Where does is it hurt, baby?” you heard the roar of a vehicle. “Is it my pretty pussy?” you moaned and felt slick pooling in your panties, “hold on, I’ll be right there.”

-

At breakfast, you narrated your nightly adventures to the rest of Bonten in between spoons of milk and cereal. Of course, omitting the last few hours.

“And what was the question?” Asked Kokonoi, not really interested in whatever those two rascals had managed to think with their brainpower combined. But he liked to hear your voice.

“Who was the best dick,” you rolled your eyes at the memory of their so-called serious question. But a series of events followed that statement of yours. Kokonoi and Takeomi choked on their morning drinks, Kakucho dropped his cup, Mikey stopped munching on his red bean soup, and Ran stopped reading the newspaper and thought about his decision of letting his brother hang out with Sanzu. Anyhow, the seed of doubt and curiosity has been rooted.

“And what did you say?” Kokonoi, now pretending indifference, asked. Unknown to you, all eyes and ears were on you.

“Nothing, what was I suppose to say?” You simply answered, not giving too much thought as you searched for marshmallows in your cereal; you made a mental note to thank Mochi for the imported American cereals. “Why is it a leprechaun? Isn't it Irish? Why American?” But your innocent question wasn't heard.

Two figures drowsily strode in, “Say who has the best cock, little lamb,” you jumped at Rindou’s morning voice.

“No! Why me?” You knew that could lead to a touchy subject since there have been various disagreements about their past women, and you didn't want to aboard that topic just yet.

“Because you’re the only one who has tried all calibers in this room,” a chuckling sanzu spoke this time.

Taking your bowl in hand, you stood up. “Yah, that's it! I'm leaving! I have class! I’m not answering that nonsense!” with heated cheeks, you hurried your way to the door, and lucky for you, Mochi was just arriving. You pulled his arm as you told him he was taking you to your class today.

Meanwhile, in the apartment.

“I bet it's me,” sanzu wasn't having any other answer.

“Shut up, Sanzu; it’s me,” Rindou pushed the pinknette.

“Y/N wouldn't shut up about-” began Kokonoi

“No, not in breakfast. Besides, it’s me,” Mikey's eyes were on his now cold bowl of red bean soup.

“That’s not what Y/N said two nights ago,” confidently said Takeomi

“Takeomi, no.” huffed Ran, “I am the-”

“We all know who’s Y/N’s favorite, and that is for a reason,” Kakucho interrupted the older Haitani as he smugly strolled towards the trash with his cup in pieces. “Sanzu, Rindou. Who do you think she called after you two fell asleep,” A bunch of boos and a variety of colorful vocabulary rained on Kakucho.

If Kakucho only knew that he didn't hold that title anymore, since mochi had propelled himself to first place in your heart with only American cereals.

Fun facts:

Since Bonten “imports” different kinds of goods as a screen for their real business, they asked what Y/N wanted, and because of y/n, they have been importing a variety of American snacks lately.

Mochi and Y/N's relationship is platonic. More like best friend/father-daughter relationship. He cares and worries about her and about Bonten breaking the poor girl. Sometimes I like to think he draws the line for some of them.

Kokonoi tends to have more silly fights with Y/N than the rest. He wants to ask Y/N why she didn't call him.

Mikey has a habit of eating Japanese snacks every time he has to eat normal food. What he ate in this chapter is called Zenzai and is served hot. (Hot Red bean).

Kakucho lives pretty close to Y/N. He could even walk there tbh. (check Short Stories: An uncertain future).

Y/N won't tell anyone how sanzu and rindou left her high and dry. If the other executives found out about that... Let's just say that’s not good for them. Kaku knows, but he’s being nice since, thanks to that, he got to spend time with Y/N.

[rosyjuly]

No but also if he actually got them lewis would wear the shit out of them

If not because he can rock anything fashion industry can come up with then because its sebs way of telling him he loves him

BUT NOW im thinking what if he already got him something much more subtly heart-shaped? Like for new years, and the jewellery itself isnt heart-shaped but if you look closely there is, idk, heart inlay or something? And Lewis put it on after he opened it and was very nice about it but it also seemed a tiny bit off, and he never worn it since, and now seb hears the cleark and is like oh 🥲 he must hate it actually he was just being nice to me 🥲

And the thing is, Lewis's heart stopped when he saw the heart-shaped inlay?? Because ?? For a moment he actually thought that wasnt a coincidence and seb ? Meant it like that ?? Maybe ???

But then he catches his train of thought and is like yeah no he either didnt notice those or just thought it was in line with the whole marriage thing like no surely he can't love me back. And then hides them at the very back of his jewellery drawer to never go through this roller coaster again.

ROSYYYY im going insane what did you DOOO

LEMON why must YOU do this to ME :(

okay i spent way too long googling what could be this Piece... and the best i and my poor imagination (not very well-versed in designer jewellery but any of you can make me a honest woman and make my wildest earring dreams come true hmu) could come up with was a bracelet with a tiny heart clasp. sorry seb but heart themed jewellery is tacky lots of the time :(

i feel like this or this would work (second has a tiny tiny one)

they go quite well with lewis's other pieces. and yeah, lewis opens the box and he's like -- it's beautiful, seb, thank you. and then he takes it out and inspects it closer: it's a vintage piece that seb hunted down and he got it cleaned professionally before picking out a blue? red? velvet box for it. and the clasp -- lewis's heart squeezes in his chest, and then he's holding it out to seb and he's like, can you help me with it?

and seb takes this sharp little inhale and nods, and he's so. precise? he leans in, this tiny little frown between his eyebrows as he first tries the clasp a few times to make sure he gets it right. and then he takes lewis's wrist and loops the bracelet around it, his finger sliding against the inside of lewis's wrist, feather-light. he closes the clasp and brushes his thumb over it, just once, over the tiny tiny heart. and he looks up at lewis and asks, "do you like it?" with his blue eyes searching, almost as if they are hoping for something.

lewis has to swallow before he nods. the bracelet feels like a brand against his skin the whole night: he feels like he's going quietly insane while they're out for dinner or the party. and when they get home finally around 2am, he reaches out while they're in the living room and he's like, can you...? and they're both tipsy so they sit with their legs pulled on the couch, curling towards each other, and it takes seb a few clumsy tries until he can finally undo the delicate clasp, giggling through it. and then they have this VERY tense few seconds of eye contact and lewis is thinking that -- it was new years and he didn't have a new years kiss just yet but maybe, maybe now?

and then seb's pulling away with a last squeeze to lewis's shoulder and a quiet good night. and lewis sits there on the couch for a few more minutes, trying to reel his traitorous heart back in, trying to not give into disappointment. he places the bracelet back into its box and then slides the box to the very end of the drawer, where he won't see it: the reminder that whatever he feels for seb, he's alone in it.

[hella1975]

my god my fucking god im so powerful i actually amaze myself sometimes okay okay so. picture me at the races with my friends circa this time yesterday. it was absolutely full of students bc the whole reason we went was bc it was student day and there was a whole deal on for it organised by the uni, so it's just students as far as the eye can see all dressed up. as a bisexual, i was in heaven. EVERYONE looked hot. we had the lads in suits and the girls in their nice dresses. i didn't know where to look. i cannot stress enough how many hot people there were.

but one lad really stuck out to me. i genuinely have never seen anyone prettier than this fucking boy. i literally did a double take when i first saw him and i could NOT get him out of my head. literally drop dead gorgeous i was flabbergasted to the point i didnt even do the usual 'i've spotted a fit lad' with my friends bc his level of fit just seemed to exceed casualness. so i played it cool and did my usual little Eye Contact game (basically just glancing at them a shit ton and hope to catch their eye, and it looks like an accident and you dont look desperate, but once you get that moment of 'oh we've made eye contact by pure chance' then don't look away. if they're interested, they'll hold ur gaze and u can hold it long enough to be suggestive before looking away, and then usually they'll come to you and it's really funny bc they play right into it and they think it's their own idea but you're like ha ive been plotting this for 15 mins now. if they're not interested, they'll look away. im so clever and hot right)

one problem, this boy WOULD NOT LOOK AT ME. like it's purely a chance thing but every time i looked his way he was just doing his own thing. i gave up in the end bc it just wasn't happening and i literally forgot all about it, but later on i'd had a few drinks and i always get VERY sociable when ive got a bit of alcohol in me, and me and my mate saw this guy who had a star wars themed suit on. and id seen this boy earlier BECAUSE HE WAS STOOD WITH HOT GUY so i knew they were friends, but he was on his own this time and hot guy was nowhere to be seen. still, i was a little tipsy and i genuinely thought his suit was cool, so i went and told him his suit was cool. there was literally no ulterior motive here bc how could i possibly even scheme that much????? yet star wars guy was really friendly, asked for my instagram, and that was that. me and my friend walked off. no biggie.

EXCEPT I JUST GET A NOTIF ON IG AND DO YOU KNOW WHO FOLLOWED ME???? THE FUCKING HOT GUY FOLLOWED ME the hot guy who DIDNT HAVE MY INSTAGRAM which means his friend would have had to not only bring me up again upon us literally having a three second conversation but also speak highly enough of me that hot guy asked for my instagram AND THEN LIKED ME ENOUGH TO FOLLOW ME???? HELLO????? and he has his spotify linked in his bio HIS MUSIC TASTE IS GOOD and he has a playlist for spike spiegel. im in love

[dog-teeth]

if it's alright that i ask, how did your dsyphoria manifest? and how did you deal with it? a lot of the time, I'm really confused as to whether or not im experiencing dysphoria, or just blowing basic body discomfort out of proportion, and im curious what it was/is like for you, especially since you're genderfluid.

hi im tipsy so not at my most articulate but dysphoria for me feels

wait hang on putting this under the cut bc Long ish Post

like theres a disconnect between how people see me or how i was born vs how i want to be, generally my dysphoria was rarely ever tied to my body intrinsically as ive heard other trans peoples is (e.g. having trouble showering or having sex, feeling like being born in the wrong body), it was mostly how people percieved me. like i hated my voice pre-T and didnt even rly connect it to dysphoria except for when it made me unable to pass, i just thought i didnt like my voice. and with my breasts, i feel like i would have had significantly less issue with having them on my body if they werent so unequivocally tied to femininity in the eyes of cis society and a dead-giveaway of my agab. but also i always found breasts to be inconvenient, the way they feel when running and jumping and laying down, and generally i just felt like i wanted to be flat-chested, but i didn't hate my chest, i thought it was cute a lot of the time, but the incongruence with how people saw me as a result of them made me personally uncomfortable (i LOVE seeing transmasc people with visible breasts tho i think its so gender and cool and i wish there had been more representation for that earlier in my transition!)

my dysphoria as a genderfluid person comes out when i feel like i can't control how people read me, or (like a lot of other trans people) when people read me as something other than i want them to. especially since my gender changes are largely internal and i rarely ever communicate them with anyone. and i get 'dysphoric' i guess about how its not very acceptable for me to say 'im (kinda) a boy' or 'im (kinda) a girl' and have it be understood that it is not permanent but is still real for me. i feel a lot of external pressure to be perfectly androgynous as a genderqueer person but sometimes i do feel like a girl & that doesnt make my gender or my transition invalid, and sometimes i do feel like a boy but that doesnt make me a man. i use the words very loosely and i think language and communication often falls short of encompassing it. not being able to adequately describe myself is also dysphoric.

when i was younger tho dysphoria often felt like i just felt like a boy/agender but i knew no matter what i did people wouldnt see me like that and my body was Female with a capital F and i didnt want it to be. it felt like being cornered and trapped within other peoples perceptions of me and my own body.

i think theres an overbearing narrative of hating your body as a trans person and wishing it was like the "opposite" gender, but its often more complex than that for both binary and nonbinary trans people. its a weird mix of how you internally want your body to be and how you want other people to see you which is based on your body. idk. like i said im tipsy.

i think its also important to remember that dysphoria and dysmorphia, like all words and especially labels like these, are not solidly-defined or static or universal and to sort your feelings into discreet boxes is almost never possible. all you can really do is think about what might make you happy and what you want and how you feel, in all its multitudes and confusion.

[polychromeedge]

hiiii bb, im here humbly inquiring what are ur Betty Thoughts on this wonderful saturday? <3

hiiii happy saturday, i have lots of Betty Thoughts today and every day but especially today because there are so many *new* thoughts (and several of them maybe might be just a lil influenced by u maybe) but the most important one is: tipsy and ditzy and twirling Her hair and smacking Her gum and then suddenly DEAD SERIOUS that She is a strict! top! (<<<< double meaning strict ???)

also if you saw me in your google doc again last night, no you didn't <3 but i may also be thinking about daya teasing and humiliating gigi over how wet she is.

and and and the silky white panties that daya flashed last night i uh yeah wow hmm. the light of day shining through my window is preventing me from saying more about that right now but. it has rendered me brainless i'm afraid.