#mmmm yeah this should be manageable

[flamingoofeathers]

𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗖𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡' || 𝗕𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗚𝗘𝗧

pairings: bridget x fem!reader

summary: tired out of your mind, you confessed to Bridget.

genre: fluff

one-shot; wc: 1.2k

main masterlist bridget masterlist

a/n: i apologise for not posting yesterday but i did not feel well bc of the heat, like what the fuck, why is it so hot, but here i am with a one shot for the lovely Bridget, because i am down bad for this girl both the character and the actress, Ruby Rose Turner…the woman that you are.

It had been a long day or rather, a long week for you. Midterms were coming and you were panicking, studying never came easy for you, so you have to study twice as hard than everyone else to receive a passing grade, which caused you to cram all night long, with no sleep, while during the day, as student body president, you were required to patrol the halls and then di extra curricular activities, you didn’t have time to study at all during daylight.

By the end of the week, you were like a walking corpse, eye bag clinging to your under eyes, slouching not caring whether you were about to bump into something or someone.

Friday afternoon, walking to your after school club, dragging your feet with your eyes barely staying open, to others you look like zombie, some students looked at you with worry but none cared enough to actually help you that is until you bumped into a certain bubbly pink haired girl.

The sound of a falling metal tray startled you, watching the seen in front of you, you panicked when you saw a bunch of pink cupcakes on the floor, looking back at the girl, she just looked at at you horrified.

“Bridget! Oh my god, i am SO SO SORRY!” You said apologetically as you were about to lean down to grab the fallen tray and cupcake a hand grab at your forearms stopping you, you look up to see Bridget’s worried eyes.

“Y/n? Are you ok?” Bridget asked, you were confused as to what she was talking about.

“Yeah? Why?”

“Your eyes..” realising what she was talking about, you immediately pulled your arm away from her hand, grabbed the cupcakes and the tray before handing it back to her hurriedly.

“Im sorry again” you said before rushing away from, sudden burst of adrenaline from embarrassing yourself in front of your crush.

How can you forget about the eyebags surrounding your eyes, you almost look like Hook with his eyeliner from how dark your eyebags are.

After basically running to the fashion club, you were even more exhausted than before, causing you to poke yourself self while sewing a shirt, it would’ve been fine if it happened once or twice, but as the hour passed, the other members couldn’t help but look at you everytime you say “ow”.

“Y/n? You good, girl?” The club president asked, but you didnt hear her.

“Y/n? Y/n!” The president shook you wake when she noticed you actually had your eyes closed while using the machine.

“Wa-what?” You said blinking your eyes back open.

“Y/n, i think you should go get some sleep”

You fake chuckled “whaaat? Im fine, im totally awake” you said activating the machine again but your eyes began to close once more.

“Nope, you’re not, c’mon” the president said before grabbing you and dragging you out of the room with you mumbling protests, it was clear very very crystal clear that you were exhausted.

The president was silently scolding for not taking care of yourself but once you reached the courtyard, you felt as if you were handed to another pair of arms, much softer arms and mmmm they smell good too.

The only part you heard of their conversation was “i’ll take care of her” before you were once again dragged away.

You looked drunk from how much you were stumbling and babbling about being “super awake and super energised” you heard the person carrying you chuckle and you recognised it as Bridget’s laugh, but you didnt have the energy to even blush around her.

As she guided you back to your dorm, she scolded you about needing to manage your time better and taking better care of yourself which made you sulk a bit.

When you arrived in front of your dorm, you were already passed out in her arms, making it hard for her to ask you for the keys of your dorm so she checked your pockets and that made you giggle in your sleep.

"𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴" you said murmuring.

Bridget chuckled opening your door. She guided you to your bed, making sure to lay you down carefully but what you said made her drop you to your bed but you didn’t even realise as you close your eyes snuggling into your blanket.

"𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?" 𝘯𝘰. 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵.

The next day you woke up more active and aware of your surroundings, but what made you confused is why Bridget is talking to you and blush-y around you, not that you minded of course, you just don’t know why.

It went on for the rest of the day, she was happily talking to her, so she confronted her about it.

“Bridget, im sorry, why are you talking to me?” You said, and the girl suddenly looked confused and hurt.

“Not that i mind, of course, in fact i enjoy it a-lot, its just…you never really talked to me this much before, did something happen?” You defended immediately.

“Well, yesterday you said-“ she hesitated noticing the confused look on your face “ you know what, nevermind” she said smiling but you can see that it wasn’t a genuine one.

“Im just gonna go” she said attempting to leave but you grabbed her wrist.

“No, please tell me what i said yesterday” you were dreading to know what you said.

“Um, well….you said you liked me, but you were totally buzzed out yesterday so i understand that you didn’t really mean it, so no worries” she hurried say with nervousness in her voice.

“Oh. My. God. Bridget, i am so sorry, i didn’t want to confess that way.” You said blushing, embarrassed about your actions from yesterday “you know, you can totally reject me immediately, you don’t have to let me down slowly or whatnot, i don’t want to force you to hang out with me, just because you know i like you” you said apologetically.

“No, y/n, i li-“ Bridget said.

“You’re too kind that you cant even say it, oh my goddd, i totally get it, no hard feelings, you dont have to say it, im gonna go now so- yeah” you said turning around to leave.

The next thing you knew, lips were pressed against yours. Your eyes widen at the sudden situation, you saw Bridget with her eyes closed ACTUALLY kissing you.

'𝘰𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘥. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬' you thought and when the situation finally registered in your brain you kissed back and you felt her smile against your lips.

When you pulled away, you looked at her shocked “𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙪𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙠..." you whispered while touching your lips making her chuckle.

She grabbed both of your hands as she stepped closer to you.

“I like you too, silly” she said bashfully.

“Oh my god, you’re so cute” you said dazed making her blush.

“Aren’t you going to ask me?” Bridget said fidgeting with her hands.

“Ask you?” Youre brain was NOT working at all.

“To be your girlfriend?” She smiled shyful.

“Oh-“ you were short circuiting “oh!” you cleared your throat.

“Bridget, would you do me the honor of going on a date with me and becoming my girlfriend?” You smiled.

“YES! YES! YES!” She squealed hugging you “i’ve been dreaming of that question for so long”

"𝙞 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪"

[appleblueberry-pie]

hear me out- yandere Miguel capturing us after we managed to escape from his lair (he kidnapped us) and us dealing w/ the consequences he put up for us 👀

Anyways thank youuu 🤭

I Thought You Knew Better Than This.

You've never thought your own home could look so ruined. He threw and destroyed everything. Your walls covered in claw marks in certain places with big and heavy pieces of furniture destroyed and laying on the opposite side of the room it's supposed to be on. You tried to make minimal sound as his hand on the back of your shirt continued to hurt you. Miguel hasn't stopped breathing heavy since he found you hiding in your little corner. He was seething. Absolutely furious with how the way things have turned out. It was supposed to be a simple day today. He drowns you in his luxury and money while he also indulges in the feelings of happiness that your happiness gives him. But when he was distracted and had his back turned, you disappeared without a second to spare, taking his patience and mercy with you.

Even though he wasn't wearing the symbol of his power, his spider-suit, something about him wearing just regular clothes while chasing you as if he was a predator catching his prey made your heart pang in fear. You said nothing and kept to yourself as he practically shoved you into the fully formed portal.

When you two were back into your very carefully decorated and designed (he would call this your real bedroom in your real home)bedroom meant for your comfort and safety, Miguel sat on the edge of the bed and had you planted on his lap. Your back touched his hot chest and your each of your legs were spread out with the outer sides of his own.

You swallowed thick bile and continued to keep your mouth shut. Your eyes roamed around your room in hopes of self soothing your erratic inner turmoil. Miguel grabbed the lower part of your face and turned you to make eye contact with him. His eyes held some sense of control within him, but you knew his heart was telling an entirely different story. You tried your best not to look away, knowing how he feels about eye contact.

"Por qué te fuiste?"(Why did you go?) His voice was quiet as he asked. He spoke to you as if you were a child, and truth be told, you really really didn't want to tell him why. But the last thing you should ever do is lie. Especially to him. "I just.....I didn't want to be with you." You silently croaked out the answer, guilt showing in your eyes, but he didn't care. "Hm? Don't I give you everything? Don't I take good care of you? Papi no te cuida bien?"(Doesn't daddy take care of you?)

You slowly nod and he shakes his head. "I don't understand. Help me understand why you thought it was a good idea to run away. Please." You stutter as you try to answer as his hand somehow sneaked past your pants to rub his cold fingers on your clit through your underwear. ".......B-because I-" "Because you don't think. You just act immediately on your thoughts and leave me to clean up your mess. This is why I make you stay home."

No matter how hard you tried to ignore his fingers, your body somehow managed to build pleasure from the constant stimulation he was giving you. "I'm sorry." He rolls his eyes and begins to take off your pants. "Yeah." You didn't want to think about what he wanted to do with you. You drop the pants onto the floor once they pool around your ankles and Miguel manhandles you over his lap.

"Wait, no, Miguel. I don't wanna do this, I'm not ready!" You feel his digits prod at your entrance as best as they could through the small and unnecessarily damp part of your underwear that he caused. "It never seems like you're ready for me to give you any of your punishments, mi cielo. But don't you think it's time for me to give you what you deserve?" You squirm under his hold, and he rightfully continues to hold you down.

"No!" He coos at you while staring down at your panties, shoving the piece of the cloth to the side to access you more easily. "Mmmm, I think I should." Two of his digits poke at your hole and your shame drastically increases as you automatically whine at the feeling, squirming in his arms.

You hated, hated getting sexual with him. It wasn't fair that he had more experience than you and could play with you like an instrument, making you sing every song known to man. He was so good at touching you, you never wanted to try it again since the first time it happened. Knowing how hard it was to not only ignore him, but also how hard it was to go against his word when you and him both knew he could make you feel so good in ways you didn't think was humanly possible.

Miguel looks back up to see your reaction as he inserts his fingers and you immediately go silent. His fingers thrust inside of you two, three times and then on the fourth time, curls on that spot and you squeeze your eyes shut. A very small upward curve makes itself known on Miguel's face. He softly praises you and continues working your pussy out. "There, we go, bebé. No se siente increíble? Déjame escucharte."(Doesn't that feel amazing? Let me hear you). Your hands tighten their hold on his thigh and you shake your head no. He suddenly pulls his fingers out, licking them clean before tossing you onto the bed, immediately taking his hard cock out of his pants. "Está bien, nena."(That's okay, baby) He almost seems to say his words excitedly, rushing to mount your ass, one of his hands on the small of your back to keep you in place, his head hanging to watch the hot tip of his cock slip between the plush doors to his only escape to reality, indulging in you entirely. "........Tengo otras maneras de hacerte cantar."(I have other ways of making you sing.) He was gone, too far gone to stop and it was all of your fault.

He lets out a shaky sigh, leaning down to connect his chest to your back, now moving the hand that once was restricting you so that his body can take that role, and instead putting his hand in your hair to move your face to meet his. You look up at him with those adorable glossy eyes, the tears threatening to drop down your pretty cheek only makes him smile. "You did this to yourself, baby. Don't be so sad. All you have to do is let me do the work, okay? Just relax." Then his lips connect with yours in a sweet, loving kiss that you fucking hated. But your opinion never mattered in these moments, and it especially didn't matter when he kept deepening the kiss, groaning into your mouth as you felt him very gently intrude your entrance.

His kisses. His kisses successfully distracted you. Those plush lips making you forget your words. And when his tip oh, so gently kissed that spot inside of you when he was fully in, you felt your mind begin to buzz and didn't even realize you stopped trying to resist. Miguel took that moment to let his hands roam your heavenly body. There were only a few times he got to do this, and sadly, it was only when he was having sex with you. He wanted to be able to touch you every day. He wanted his hands to touch your stomach, your sides like this every morning and every night. He wanted to soothe your mind and body like this every day in any way he could, outside of a sexual context, because he knows he could. He just wishes you would love him back so he can give you what you truly deserve. Own him like you truly deserve.

But then he remembers you telling him he wasn't shit, his love wasn't shit, you wanted him dead, wanted him gone, he was worth nothing and the only thing you'd enjoy would be him in the dirt. Dead, gone, cold and forever silent, out of your mind. But what about all of this he built for you? What about those mornings you'd be in his arms and immediately realized you cuddled him all of the damn time in your sleep? What about those times he had to help you cook, had to help you with those weirdos who cat-called you outside, had to help you with your stress? Your pain that he took away from you? Just like this?

What about that? "Nothing I do is ever enough for you." His hips slowly roll into yours and you focus on the sheets in front of you, ignoring his crazy talk. "Maybe I should try giving you all that I got. Maybe then, you'll learn to be thankful." He grabs you by the waist and pulls you to the edge of the bed. Both pairs of feet touch the ground, but you both remain bent over the bed. His hands grab onto yours and pulls them up, giving you no space or peace of mind to be able to ignore anything he's doing to you.

The soft rolling picks up speed and force, the jabs he makes inside of you increasing in pleasure with each thrust. You begin making sounds you can't control, and Miguel smothers you with kisses on your neck, praising your actions.

You hated him. You hated how you began leaning into his affection and relaxed at his words as he fucked the logic out of your mind. You hated how he numbed your tongue and continued to abuse your sweet spot constantly, knowing how sweet you'll be to him afterwards. And even when you grind back into him, all of your muscles tensing as he rubs at your clit during your orgasm, you still find a way to try and curse his name, only for it to come out of your mouth as if he was an angel from heaven.

Miguel pulls out to shoot his load onto the sheets, knowing the relationship you two have isn't something he wanted his child to see. It'd take a few more months.

You let him clean you, wash the sheets, feed you and put you to bed. And you couldn't find it in you to complain, let alone have any kind of opinion of what just happened. Not when you were this tired. Miguel decided to skip work for the rest of the night to sleep with you. You don't say anything.

You curled into his arms, knowing the next morning will just be a mental battle with yourself over giving in or continuing this exhausting fight you were putting up. His hand softly caresses your head, the other one holding your body close to his. He is whispering to you in such a soft and lovely tone, it just makes you wonder how obsessed he really is with you. Skin to skin. He lulls you to sleep and stays awake for a good while, just to embrace the moment he's never given. Then follows you into his subconscious.

[mypoorocs]

Thinking about a first time Whumper x veteran Whumpee...

When they first meet:

"You don't seem nearly scared enough. This isn't your first time is it?" "You seem weirdly nervous. Is it yours?"

"Ugh! Out of everyone in the city I could kidnap I had to get stuck with someone else's leftovers!"

"You used to belong to so-and-so, didn't you? Ah! They're my idol! Oh! This is exciting. I get to study their masterpiece up close!"

"WHY AREN'T YOU SCARED OF ME?!!!"

"Oh. You've never done this before." "Stop judging me. I have a knife."

"How is it you know exactly what I like?" "You torturers are all the same." "You've done this before??"

"I won't kill you, but I need you to cooperate. I am new to this, just so you know." "Yup. I'm going to die."

"Mmmm, I love how you move when you're in pain." "Thanks! I've been practicing for years."

"Who taught you to scream like this?"

Whumpee helping Whumper figure out the basics:

"Why are you on your knees?" "Oh sorry. Do you not like that? The last guy liked me that way. I just assumed…" "No, no. It's a good idea. Keep doing that. I just… never thought of it."

"So, what are the rules?" "Rules?" "Yeah, dumbass. Your rules for me. Do you want me to call you sir? Master? Or can I keep calling you jackass?"

"Do you want me to put up a fight or should we skip straight to the submissive stage?" "Oh... uhhh... don't fight too much. I don't trust myself not to accidentally kill you." "Oh, yeah. Good point."

"What kind of scream do you like?" "There are kinds of screams?" "Yeah. The last guy liked it when I ugly-cried. But I'm pretty good a bloodcurdling and whimpering like a kicked puppy. I can try to stay quiet but I can't make promises there..." "Hmmm... try all of them. I'll tell you which I like best."

"You cleaned??" "Yeah? Was I not supposed to?" "I didn't know you could make captives do that?!" "For the record, I didn't do it because I'm scared of you - your arm gets tired after giving me like three lashes. I did it because I'm going to be spending a lot of time bleeding on this table and I doubt it occurred to you to disinfect it."

Whumpee teaching Whumper how to whump:

"Show me what they used to do to you."

Whumper studying the scars on Whumpees body to learn the best places to cut/stab.

"Oh no! A knife? How original!" /s

"If you stab me right there you'll kill me. You have to go one inch to the right. Yeah, right there-AHHHHHH! …yup. Right there."

"I'll make you a deal. Let me have a solid eight hours of sleep and I'll show you where to pinch the nerve that will paralyze my left arm."

"You can't leave me tied up like this!" "I can do what I want!" "Yes. Okay. True. But like, you've either got to tie my knees to my chest or let my feet touch the ground. Otherwise I'm going to asphyxiate."

Whumper having an inferiority complex:

"I CAN DO ANYTHING THEY COULD DAMMIT!" (They = Whumpee's former Whumper)

"WHUMPEE! YOU'RE NOT BETTER THAN ME!" *Whumpee trying not to laugh when Whumper fucks up something really basic.*

"You must think I'm so pathetic." "NOo! Of course not! You're doing amazing! Really you are! I'm so fucking scared of you right now. I promise."

"I'll never be as good as the person who hurt you before." "You'll get there! I promise. I was like his fifth victim - I'm your first. Be kind to yourself!"

"How the fuck did your former Whumper do it?" "Yeah... you're not getting that out of me..."

Whumper being paranoid that Whumpee is manipulating them. Even though they hold the power they feel like Whumpee has more control over the situation because they know more.

Also...

Whumpee knowing just how to manage Whumper. They instinctively know when to be a little defiant and when to do exactly as they are told. They know just the right tone of voice to speak in, and just how to move, scream, to keep Whumper as pleased as possible. The sooner Whumper is satisfied the sooner it will stop.

Whumpee pretending it hurts worse than it does, lying about which places/tortures hurt most, acting more sick or tired than they really are to get rest/food, acting more scared than they really are… It's not like Whumper could know better.

[writella]

Pookie, more Negan x reader to celebrate 1k?🤭

for you? well ofc! ♡

cw: negan x fem!reader, smut, light somnophilia, fingering, rubbing, wc- under 1k.

His sleeping beauty rests one floor above the wives’ quarters.

Alone.

Yeah, yeah, call it special treatment, favoritism.

It is.

The time on his watch reads 10:55 am. It’s a Sunday.

He should have come to you earlier. Slipped in your bed while he was still in his nightwear. Pretend you two are a regular couple for just an hour at least, hold you close, have morning sex.

But he’s late and he hates it. This is the one day of the week where he can be late for everyone else, but of course one of his guys just had to have a fight with a couple of workers already throwing off the entire schedule for the day and he had to manage it.

It doesn’t matter now though, because as he opens the door he sees just as he suspects— you’re sleeping in.

His beautiful girl in his room he reserved just for you. So silent and serene and away from everyone else that he can kneel down on the floor near your bed and unabashedly admire you. Take comfort in your softness. Treat you in a way no one expects.

As he takes you in, he sees the lace and flowers of your nightgown peek through from an arm that is placed over your blanket, exposing your shoulder. Admiring the sight, he takes his hand and wisps the backs of his fingers to swipe bits of your ruffled hair out of your face. He tries as gently as he can but already he sees your eyes fluttering. You breathe in, eyes almost lifting to an open until you settle. You breathe out and dig your head into your pillow on one side.

Negan kisses your shoulder and then slides the hand farthest from your face inside your blanket. His fingers slip down the cotton of your gown until he finds your mound, then your lips, and pushes his fingers inward, starting to rub. He draws gentle circles, and instantly you’re rustling. Your lower body jerks, only once, involuntarily. One hand lightly goes to hold onto his wrist as you find it and your head turns to his direction. With hazy sleep in your squinted eyes and a sweet scratchy voice you let out a croaked whisper, “Negan?”

“Yes, baby,” he answers in a deep, dark alto voice; like flowing chocolate; he still had his morning voice.

Negan’s fingers slide down your leg and under your gown, sliding back up to the now exposed skin to him and he slots his fingers between your lips again. He loves how you never wear panties at night. You make it so easy for him.

He feels a slight slick around your hole and works at your clit again to make you wetter. Your pussy lightly pushes up into him and your eyes stay closed. He takes his hand closest to your face and rests it on your breast and you take both of your hands to hold that one. You squeeze his hand just as your squeeze around nothing down below— his fingerings bringing heat to your body everywhere.

“N- mm- uh- Negan,” you moan out. It’s small, a little whiny, and choked out, but your eyes and nose are scrunched up. You’re still sleepy.

He keeps rubbing circles as your keep trying to push yourself up and down, left or right onto his finger tips and then he slides down, your wetness growing just as he wanted it to, and he slides a finger in. He works it in and out— not too slow, nor too fast.

He takes his hand from in between yours and places his forearm over your pillow so he can get closer to you, kissing your lips and swallowing your whines as he continues to pump with the over hand down below.

“Feels good, baby?” He asks, looking over your swollen morning features and your head that slightly shakes from side to side at the feeling on him working on you.

“Oh, yes!” You answer, light and breathy, in a princess voice. “Mmmm,” you sigh, “would feel even better if you did this,” to which you demonstrate with your hands going under your blanket and back onto his wrist. You take his palm and place it on your puffed clit and rub down and inward as he continues to pump you as best as he can with his fingers. “Oh, yes,” you nod, “mhm”loving the feeling of pressure from top to end, “like that Negan.”

He smiles, fast and lust filled as he rests his head on the bed, continuing to watch your expressions of sleepy awe and pleasure as you both work on getting you to your high.

God, you looked so heavenly with your mouth wide open like that, always ready for those pretty little moans to roll out on that slick tongue. He started imagining his cock choked up in there. It made his semi-hard on stir into a full. “Fuck,” he draws out.

He starts kissing the corner of your mouth, and a cheek, and neck, whispering with that dark chocolate rasp in your ear how, “You’re being such a good girl, baby. Getting so wet for me this fast. I think you’re ready, huh?” To which you whine and nod in response, your back already arching as you try to push his palm into you deeper and deeper. “Mmhm. I know you are. Such a pretty little slut for me. I’m about to make you feel so fuckin’ good.”

[hitomisuzuya]

HIII SUZUUU first time requesting kind nervous lol. For once finally ur requests are open when I'm up 😭 I've been thinking abt scummy scara way too much lately like literally basically imagine just going on a cute date with him only for him to fuck you dumb the second u guys arent in public 🤭🤭🤭

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Scummy Scaramouche. Smut. Edging. Teasing. Degradation. Some date fluff. Reader is hinted in having a metal allergy cause I am allergic to gold jewelry.

Have I said how much I love when requests are worded like this 😳😌 No one should feel nervous requesting from me. 🥺

It was no secret that Scaramouche was a trust fund baby. And the one thing he liked to do with that money is spend it on you. He has to spoil his precious girl, after all.

If there was a cute stuffed animal you looked at for even a second in passing, it was yours. You wanted a book, he bought the whole series for you. You commented on how pretty a piece of expensive jewelry was, he bought it without hesitation. Especially if it was silver. Your skin was finicky about certain metals.

Scaramouche thought silver was prettier, anyways. Not prettier than you. How dare a metal even consider coming close to you.

He always touching you in some way as you walked. An arm around your waist, holding your hand, even sitting down somewhere he had his hand on your thigh. You were taken, damn it, and he needed to make the perfectly clear to anyone who looked.

"Scara, you've spent enough money on me already," You fretted, making him chuckle as he stopped in front of a lingerie boutique in town.

"Nonsense, I insist," Scaramouche replied. Oh yeah, he always insisted. Especially if it meant picking out lingerie for him to rip off later.

God, just picturing how you would look in the lacy black, blue, and purple lingerie to picked out for you was starting to make his cock twitch. "If you need any help, I can come in with you," He said, wishing the changing room door had some kind of keyhole.

"No, Scara, it's okay. I can manage," You said, blushing from how enthusiastic he sounded about helping you put everything on.

That wasn't the point. He needed to see how you looked in them. His imagination was starting to drive him a little crazy. His fingers were shaking with need, and the anticipation of getting his hands on you.

Even the lady behind the counter was starting to give him a stern look. He probably looked something like a dog frothing at the mouth.

With many bags in hand, back you headed with Scaramouche to his dorm. No sooner were you a few steps from it, he was making you drop bags right in the hallway, pushing you against the wall. His hands roamed greedily over your body, biting at your lips as he kissed you.

"Mmmm~," He purred, hooking his fingers through your panties, "you wore the one I hoped you would out of the store." He could hardly wait when you had given him only a price tag to take up to the counter with everything else.

Throwing open his dorm room door, Scaramouche stumbled inside with you, his lips never leaving yours. His hands pawed at your clothes, standing behind you in front of his mirror so he could watch himself remove the lacy purple lingerie. "Purple always looks so pretty on your skin," He kissed and bit at your shoulder as he unhooked your bra, groping your breasts before tugging it off.

Guiding you over to his bed, he pushed you down on it, spreading your legs as he licked a long the inside of your thighs. You squirmed, his spit rolling down the inside of your thighs to soak against the fabric.

"Ha, getting wound already. What a needy slut you are," He purred excitedly, hastily tugging your panties off. His eyes drank in your form spread out before him, just as hastily taking off his clothes. "Can't wait for me to fuck you dumb on my cock, hm?"

You whimpered, grinding needily against him as he pressed the tip of his aching cock on your clit. It sounded so fucking sweet to him that he had to hear it over and over again.

Scaramouche groaned every time he heard you whimper, relentlessly teasing the tip of his cock against your entrance. The way you squirmed on desperation, your walls fluttering and clenching around it was a drool worthy sight to him. His mouth said as much, drool dripping down onto your chest.

"Scara, please, put your cock all the way in me. I can't take much more," You pleaded, reaching down to grasp his cock to try and urge it inside of you. "Cum inside of me."

That sent him feral. Folding your body, and throwing your legs over his shoulder, his slid his cock slowly inside of you. Groaning, he cursed when his cock rested against your sweet spot. Pulling out to the tip, he slowly pushed himself back inside so he could feel your walls clench tight around his cock as he bottomed out again.

Every thrust made you see stars, your eyes rolling closed. Wrapping your arms around him, you clung to him. Scaramouche was determined for the entire campus to hear how good he was fucking you.

"Fuck, look at me when you cum, slut," Scaramouche hissed, pounding himself inside of you, his entire body quivering, his cock throbbing with his approaching orgasm.

Your eyes snapped open, tears welling in them as his lips captured yours to swallow your moans. He bit at your lips, pulling away when your legs started to tremble in pleasure.

"Scream it, whore. Who's fucking you this good, hm?" Scaramouche pushed your legs farther up towards your head, his husky moans only rose in octave as he drove he cock deeper inside of you.

"Scaramouche! Scaramouche! Scaramouche!" The way you chanted his name like mantra, your release flooding around his cock made him cum suddenly inside of you. He left his cock resting deep into your sweet spot, his warm cum ribboning inside of you. You felt every throb of his cock.

Panting, Scaramouche pulled out of you after a few long minutes of feverishly fucking his cum back inside of you. Rolling off of you, he latched one of his lips around your nipple, sucking on it as he scooped some of his cum onto his fingers.

Your back arched off the bed, gasping when he rubbed and hooked his fingers over your sweet spot. You still hadn't entirely come down from your orgasm.

Scaramouche only wanted to continue to make his precious girl feel as good you made him feel. By cumming again all over his fingers.

[kanatashinkaifr]

here's the remainder of belphegors selfie story!!

had to split it up cuz it was too much text.. I kept everything the exact same, with the exception of occasional mistranslations and making it somewhat gender neutral (but this is afab MC!!). link to the first part can be found below. NSFW below the cut, hope you enjoy!! :3

link to the first part

@adelaine-rose

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh-!

As the soft skin and flesh of your breasts repeatedly stroked up and down furiously against the hard surface of his reversely hard cock, Belphegor's lower stomach heaved and his abs became even more defined.

Each time the slightly cool piercing rubbed against your hot flesh, you shivered, feeling the irritation of something scraping against it, despite its smooth surface.

His cock made a hissing sound as it rubbed against your sweaty cleavage, and you heard Beleth make a distressed 'Mmmm...' that overlapped.

Then you realized that your ass, which was still being hotly massaged by someone, was steaming hot.

MC: (I'm... Rubbing Belphegor's cock against my own chest... Listening to Beleth's voice...)

You closed your eyes, unaware of the weakness in your knees, unaware of your hips moving, unaware of your gasping for breath, lost in the hazy, sweet sensations as if you were dreaming.

Then, once again, the sensation that should have been felt only in your chest traveled elsewhere.

MC: Uh, that's...?!

Between your legs, where it was hottest right now, you felt Belphegor's shaft rubbing against you.

Belphegor: I ain't doin' much. It's all on you.

Belphegor said to you, still standing impossibly still.

At the same time, he licked his dry lips slowly, and the feel of his wet, hot tongue spread to your cheeks, the back of your knees, your armpits.

MC: Urgh...?! No, don't say it, don't...!

Every time he spoke, breathed, or licked his lips, you felt your entire body being caressed by his mouth, and you could barely stand on your knees.

Just then, the tip of his cock, which was being pistoned against your cleavage, rose up high and touched your lips with a soft, audible thud.

At that moment, you felt Belphegor's loins stiffen even more, and with a giggle, you managed to simultaneously piston his cock with your chest and suck its tip.

Belphegor: Mmmm... Now that's some good hustle.

An uncontrollable moan escaped Belphegor's mouth.

You tried to gather momentum and move faster, but Belphegor grabbed your shoulders.

You looked up and saw that his face was as red as yours.

Belphegor: Oh yeah, for sure. Feels mighty fine when ya work hard for me.

He said with great satisfaction. Then, suddenly, he pulled the dice out of his chest.

He threw it on the floor and... It showed a 1.

Belphegor: That's it. Sittin' still ain't my style.

Before you could ask what a one meant, he pulled you up and stood you up. And ordered.

Belphegor: Give me some sugar.

You didn't hesitate for a second, kissing him back.

No, you definitely kissed him, but...

MC: Oof...? Mmm...?!

As he slipped his tongue in, eyes wide open and staring at you, sensations raced through every inch of your body that his gaze touched.

His wet tongue slipped into your earlobe and licked the hole deeply, and at the same time, the space between your fingers was licked, and you felt like you were being humiliated by his tongue all over, from your toes, to your sensitive ankles, to your sunken navel and hard nipples.

MC: (I can't take it...!! Aah...!! No, I'm too sensitive...!!)

Tremble...!

You ended up clutching both of Belphegor's arms tightly and came just from kissing him.

The ecstasy of being kissed all over was no different from sex.

And when you finally broke away, gasping, you were about to collapse against your own weak back,

Roll...

Belphegor: Two. Ain't too shabby.

With another roll of the dice, Belphegor raised the corner of his mouth and

ordered you.

Belphegor: Spread 'em wide.

You could tell he wasn't simply asking you to change your position.

So you forced your legs, which were wobbly from excitement and languor, and spread them apart.

Then, without Belphegor's prompting, you pulled down your bottoms and opened the bottom of Belphegor's kimono.

Belphegor's cock, already wet with your sweat, was even wetter than it had been a moment ago.

Just then, Belphegor was about to roll the dice one more time, but before he could, you slipped his into your hole and swallowed him whole.

Belphegor: Ouch...

MC: Ah...! Yeah...!!

You began to move immediately, not giving Belphegor a chance to throw row th the next dice.

You shifted your hips until you were out of breath, trying to keep your heels upright so that you could stand face to face.

You gripped Belphegor's hips with both hands, feeling the uncanny sensation of Belphegor's low moans ringing simultaneously between your hip bones.

MC: It's not... Deep enough... Mmm, mmm, mmm...!

Feeling that your own movements weren't enough, you grabbed Belphegor's hips and pulled him into you.

Then the bumps on Belphegor's cock - the piercing-scraped more aggressively inside you, squeezing out your moans.

It made Belphegor feel like a full-sized, living, breathing dildo, but although he said he couldn't be bothered, he was now sneaking in and out of you.

To anyone watching, it looked like Belphegor was being fucked by you, but you alone were feeling quite the opposite.

You only had one hole that was full with his cock, but it felt as if you had a second and third hole somewhere, and they were all being pierced by Belphegor.

MC: Ahhh...! There are so many...!

Beleth: ...I ain't sure what ya up to, but looks like a darn good time.

Beleth furtively turned around to look at you with dark, shining eyes, but Belphegor grabbed his head and turned it back.

Belphegor: Ya ain't got no room left for more marks on yer body, huh?

Beleth: What ya mean? Still got plenty of space...

Crunch-!

You bit Belphegor's collarbone, causing Beleth to stop what he was saying and watch you with an odd look in his eyes.

The fact that Beleth and Belphegor were casually talking to each other while you were bare-chested and moaning to yourself somehow fueled your

arousal even more.

And then, as soon as your fevered head heard the word 'teeth marks', you bit down on Belphegor's collarbone.

But that was the end of it. In the back of your languidly molten mind, you harbored a command that said, "I must mangle him obscenely," but you had no rationality left to carry it out.

Right now, your instincts were focused on being touched by Belphegor, as if being touched by more than one person, your entire body surrendering to his touch in a warped sense of time and space.

Belphegor: Keke, Solomon's daughter, with you 'round, I don't gotta roll no dice. You find what I need and make it happen.

MC: The answer... You want...?

You asked, panting and clenching downward in ecstatic pleasure, as Belphegor pulled you into his arms with one hand and whispered.

Belphegor: Solomon taught me how to throw them dice.

Ya know why he never lost?

Cause he knew how to roll 'em just right.

MC: ..?!!

As if he didn't need an answer, Belphegor suddenly thrust hard, causing you to straighten up and tremble as if you'd been skewered.

The problem was that even this sensation was spreading through every inch of your body at the same time.

You choked and sobbed as you felt his invisible cock enter your open mouth, filling your throat with its hard length.

And before you could even get used to the pressure and the tightly packed pleasure, Belphegor began to move roughly at your waist, which he had never moved properly before.

MC: N-no...!!! It's...!! Too much...!!! Too, hard...!!!

Belphegor: Hold this for me.

Belphegor lowered his head good-naturedly, and the black halo came into your shaking gaze as your entire body shook, pierced by him.

Without a moment to think, you grabbed the halo as he commanded.

Then the thing you thought was fixed to the top of his head wobbled as if you'd tugged at the brim of his hat.

Belphegor: That's irksome. But wear it for a spell.

Belphegor didn't stop thrusting as he removed the halo from his head and placed it on top of yours. And then...

Thump...! Thump...! Thump...!

Your heartbeat quickened like a bad headache, and the vibrations thudded against your temples, forehead, brow, and eyes.

The moment you thought your vision seemed to darken slightly, you realized it was due to the black, ominous energy flowing from your body.

MC: Ah, urgh, ugh, wa-it, this... What the Hell,

Beleth: The halo of a fallen angel.

Your pupils dilated as Beleth finished the answer for you.

Like a nocturnal beast waking up from a long sleep to finally go on the hunt.

Crunch-!!!

You bit down on Belphegor's chest, not at anyone's request, but simply by blackened instinct.

Feeling Belphegor thrashing wildly on his own, you grabbed his ass, not to pull him away, but to dig your nails into it and rake it roughly.

Every time the pure lust of a devil and the black instincts of a fallen angel clashed inside you, Belphegor thrust inside you in time as if he knew the beat of those sparks.

You didn't even realize how strange it was that you didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt or hesitation as you drove your teeth and nails into every inch of his body.

It was so sweet to feel Belphegor scratching at your fingertips, at the tips of your teeth, at the very edge of your body, at the sharpest part of you, that it made your mouth water.

But it felt a little different than pure sexual pleasure, and Beleth, noticing that, tapped Belphegor's on the side.

Beleth: Hey, Your Majesty. Gotta mind yer step if ya don't wanna tumble too far. Don't wanna make this our last dance, ya hear?

Belphegor: Oh, fer real? Ain't lookin' to get all riled up.

Belphegor scratched his head, enjoying the moment regardless of whether or not his body became a mess, or the person who was fucking themself standing up lost their mind or not.

With a rueful look, he then took the halo from back your head and put it back on his own.

Your vision brightened a bit again, and your hot stomach cooled a little. But your arousal hadn't cooled at all.

As your senses returned a little, you recognized Belphegor, who had looked like prey only moments before, as the heart-stoppingly handsome man he was, and you savored the pleasure of having him in your arms.

Belphegor also seemed to be waiting as the light returned to your eyes, and he spurred his hips, squeezing the back of your head hard enough to hurt a little.

Naturally, the sensation spread throughout your body as well, and you bit your lip as you felt your empty breasts and neck gripped firmly in his hands.

Belphegor: Ya held it down. 'Cause of you, I nearly got everything I wanted.

Maya: Nearly, everything...?

Belphegor: I wanted to know more 'bout ya, but this ain't quite enough.

Belphegor started to explain more, but quickly pulled an expression that said, 'Annoying.' and grinned.

Belphegor: Ain't got the patience. Should I twist it up and narrow it down again?

With an 'It's annoying-' Belphegor picked up the pace of his thrusts with the words, and you were left with your mouth open, unable to say anything, your chin quivering as you tightened the inside of your ass.

And just before the last syllable of his words ended.

Fwp!!!

Belphegor's cock pierced deep inside you in one swift thrust, leaving thrusting his smooth piercing in your most pleasurable spot.

MC: ...!!!!!!.... Ah....hh...!!!

As you tightened your muscles with every fiber of your being, Belphegor's body jerked and shuddered, spurting his cum inside of you.

But the very next moment.

Something hot and wet filled you, and at the same time, you felt a strange sensation from beneath you, where his cock was inserted into.

It felt as if you were being corrupted from there. As if your entire body was turning black from there.

MC: Bel, phegor, wait, my, body, feels, strange...

Your eyes and tongue were completely unhinged and dripping, and for a moment, as if you had borrowed the corrupted halo for a moment, you felt a black energy swirling through your body, energizing you.

You opened your mouth wide and swallowed Belphegor's lips, as if to feed another surge of ferocious lust that had just climaxed.

Your eyes and tongue were completely unhinged and dripping, and for a moment, as if you had borrowed the corrupted halo for a moment, you felt a black energy swirling through your body, energizing you.

You opened your mouth wide and swallowed Belphegor's lips, as if to feed another surge of ferocious lust that had just climaxed.

But just before your lips touched his, Belphegor chuckled and muttered, 'I liked that' and something bigger than your predatory arousal opened your mouth.

It was the black, silent, overwhelming aura that flowed from Belphegor's body.

He swallowed your lips as if he steal the moment, and your tongues entwined...

MC: (I'm being swallowed...?!)

The sensation of your presence, not your tongue, but your very existence, rushed past his lips, past his tongue, down his esophagus and stomach.

You were being sucked somewhere, in Belphegor's warped sense of time and dimension.

It felt like something sticky, hot, and narrow was swallowing your entire body, from head to toe, and then you were being sucked downward, downward, downward, into an unknown place.

There should be a few seconds of the highest point of pleasure, heightened as if time stood still, followed by a slow fading afterglow,

But in that slow buildup, your climax was at its peak the whole time.

MC: (It... feels... like... something... is... in... My... stomach...)

Finally, after the sensation of your body being pulled downward, you relaxed. It was a sweet languor that was unlike any post-sex afterglow you'd ever felt.

You thought that if you were going into someone's stomach the way you felt right now, you might as well be digested.

Slowly, your consciousness drifted away, and you drifted into sleep.

Plop.

Your body shuddered as the power drained from you, and Beleth reflexively sat up and took you in. The next moment.

Click-!

You heard Belphegor take a selfie in the full-length mirror on the wall.

Belphegor: Hand it over now.

Belphegor reached out to Beleth without even straightening his clothes, wet with sweat, cum, and Maya's saliva.

Beleth: Huh????

Beleth asked, startled into a rare look of stupidity, then recovered himself when Belphegor didn't ask, 'What.'.

Beleth: Would just one picture do? You said you wanted to take first place in that contest.

Belphegor: You want me to snap more? What a bother.

Beleth asked again when Belphegor still held out his arm as if to say, 'Give it to me.'

Beleth: You said you don't do sweet 'cause it's annoyin'.

Belphegor: Thought leavin' it be might be more of a hassle.

Beleth: Huh?

Belphegor: I'd feel like I'm missin' out. That feelin's the worst.

Beleth grumbled and looked at Belphegor, who took Maya's body from Beleth's arms and Beleth spat out a hollow laugh.

Beleth: You said you couldn't be bothered, but you went all the way. You chowed down on them again, huh? MC's one thing, but you gonna be so full you'll nod off again!

Belphegor: Don't rouse me for a bit. Reckon I'm fixin' to have a sweet dream.

Beleth: Just gotta jab at an insomniac underling, huh?

Without answering Beleth's words, Belphegor turned irresponsibly to the bed and laid you down, lying down beside you.

He stretched out one arm and placed it under your head... And within five seconds you were asleep.

Beleth: ...Even a tranquilizer gun'd put me to sleep slower'n that.

Beleth smirked, but still made sure to tuck Belphegor's covers over him, and his loving touch was no exception as you fell into a deep slumber.

Beleth: My. Clampin' your jaw like that'll give you nightmares.

He smirked as he gently stroked your chin, then suddenly yawned.

Beleth: ...Ugh, startin' to feel a mite sleepy myself.

Beleth folded his large body into a folding motion and snuggled down next to you.

For two people who had just done the most adult thing possible, there was a pleasant scent that ironically smelled like the flesh of a child.

Beleth: (...I'm sleepy...)

As Beleth settled down, Belphegor and you snuggled up next to him as if looking for pillows, and Beleth smiled pleasantly in his sleep, extending his arm to tuck it in under your head.

You fell asleep on the arm pillows of two men at the same time, and when you woke up, you were asleep and unaware of the world...

MC: ...Huh? When did I get back?

You woke up feeling refreshed, as if you had slept for days.

All of your senses were back to normal, and thankfully, you only heard the ticking of the clock or the rustling of the sheets once in the right direction.

But the afterglow of pleasure still lingering in your body didn't go away easily, so you quietly pulled the covers back up and slid your hand down between your legs.

MC: (It was like being digested naked... like being rolled around on someone's tongue in a big mouth and then swallowed...)

While you were masturbating alone in the quiet of your room, the winner of the latest Phenomenon's contest was announced outside.

His picture was plastered all over Hell, and everyone cheered like it was a festival.

It wasn't until late the next afternoon, when you fell into another deep sleep after another round of masturbation, that you heard the news,

And it was only after waking up after two weeks of contented slumber that Belphegor, the devil involved, heard the news.

[babsisbakery]

Should have listened

Leila Ouahabi x fem!reader

For @sleekswosobession, my mate, happy birthday soldier

A day off for your professional athlete girlfriend. You'd expected her to lay in bed with you and get some extra cuddles from you. Usually she's up far too early for your liking, which results in less physical contact in the morning. She's a morning person, you not exactly. You could wake up and start your day at an ungodly hour but do you want to? Mmmm not really. There’s just something about laying in your fresh sheets at sunrise looking through your massive window. Enjoying the calmness, listening to birds chatter and soft music playing in the background, yeah Leila loves her Spanish music while she's in the shower. Honestly you would join her but that requires getting out of bed. It's too peaceful to destroy the silent moment to yourself. Besides, she showers twice a day, such a maniac. At least she moisturises her skin after every shower. Meaning: her skin is suuuper soft and you can't get enough of it. You don't have to join her in every shower, only every second. But let's not get into these hot and steamy sessions. 

Your extraordinary girlfriend had a plan for the day. Her mind was made up days ago. At first you tried to persuade her to be lazy with you but she's an athlete. There's almost nothing more thrilling than exercising for her. She loves it and it shows. Her abs: WOW.  AND her biceps, chefs kiss. 

Her idea warmed up to you as the days proceeded, you were looking forward to it. She was mindful and chose an intermediate path. Not too exhausting but it's not a walk in the park either. You were both going hiking, yay. To be fair the route looked manageable and you were certain you'd smash this. Leila repeatedly told you, you'd love it. She wouldn't budge from this hike, whatever you said. But you were stubborn thus you kept your joy about the hike a bit more to yourself. She couldn't be right every single time, someone had to tame her ego. Still a smirk was evident on her face as you prepared snacks for your trip. The defender knew you like the back of her hand, of course she sensed your facade. Repeated pokes to your side made you lose your firm demeanour, resulting in a fit of giggles. Afterwards your smile couldn't be wiped off your face. “ You're cute like this mi amor” and without further ado she booped your nose. Your cheeks flushed, not only from her untrue words but the small affectionate gesture. “Am not.” you whispered. It was loud enough for your girlfriend to hear “Si amor you are, the red on your cheeks suits you perfectly. Makes you look, how do you say it again, red as a tomato hehe.” To say the least, you got redder.

The route was The Trinnacle loop from Yeoman Hey Reservoir, a good two hour hike but you'd stop somewhere to “picnic”. You would have killed her if she chose the six hour route, your knee wasn't fully recovered yet. She knew your hesitance all too well, she opted for the shorter one instead. As an athlete she understood your concern, you were also invested in sports but you didn't want to go pro. Not that your body allowed you anygays, the monthly cramps and many injuries made you rethink your future. 

As your shared apartment was closer to the training grounds than the route. IT'S ON THE OTHER SIDE OF MANCHESTER. For fucks sake, the ride to the parking would be loooong, traffic was hell. At least you're always prepared. An extra playlist was about to be played in the car. What is a good car ride without music?? The defender didn't bat an eye at the unfamiliar songs. Just vibed with you to them. At red lights she made use of spare seconds to plant a kiss on your face. Sometimes it was arduous as you were pulling out your best dance moves but she somehow managed.

Both of you arrived after a fun ride. Grabbing the two backpacks, filled with food and drinks, you began your short journey. Coming across beautiful flowers. Subsequently stopping to take pictures of your girlfriend, she looked awe-inspiring in the sunlight. The flowers in the background just accentuated her natural beauty magnificently. You were wonderstruck. Falling head over heads for her all over again. You didn't know it was possible but she never ceases to amaze you. Since you were preoccupied zooming into the photos, you weren't aware of the pictures Leila was making of you. She found your stance adorable. Too focused on your phone, with a look on your face she consistently wanted to spot. It was the most endearing thing she has ever seen. She could have melted right there and then. You still got shy around her, something she took pride in. But this meant not seeing this face regularly as you were hiding behind your blanket, cushions, etc you name it. Therefore, this will be her new lock screen or background when you both get home.

In the meantime she chose to give you a little scare. As you were still lost in your own world, scrolling through every picture, Leila sneakily positioned herself behind you. She locked her arms around your waist. This sudden move startled the hell out of you, which Leila found hilarious. The mini heart attack you had subsided as fast as it appeared. Her action earned her a smack, not a delightful one.

“Leila! You'll be the death of me, I swear.'' This spurred her laughing fit further on. Her laugh is as contagious as Corona when no vaccine was found. Hence both of you were a laughing mess. As you both calmed down your girlfriend said “You should have seen your face, priceless.” The faces you make were truly gold, meme material so you knew it was accurate. You shook your head, smiling knowingly. 

The defender grabbed your hand, interlocking them. Never being able to be far apart from you for an extended period of time. You were each other's drugs. A life elixir. Your job was flexible, you could do home office whenever you wished. Thus being able to travel to Leila’s camps. Both the national as well as her club teammates viewed you as one of their own. Leila and you came as a package deal and they knew it.

During the hike you both rambled about anything and everything. Finally reaching several colossal rocks you decided to eat your brunch here. You were starving. (I didn't know that I was starving till i tasted you) During the setup both of you were putting effort in, Leila chimed in “Bebe, what do you think, should i climb these rocks?” This raised one of your eyebrows. “Love you could hurt yourself, besides why do you want to climb one of these?” “Well for fun. I won't hurt myself, I’m Leila Ouahabi this is easy peasy.” she answered. “I won't stop you, be warned if you hurt yourself, remember I told you so. Our future kids need to have a second mother.” With a large grin she closed the distance to one rock “Aw how cute, you worry about me. And our kids do need a second mother, a fun one.” Those words made you roll your eyes.

Your girlfriend, the adventurer as usual, decided, against your advice, to climb up one of those gigantic rocks. While positioning her arms and legs in the right spots, she said “Carino what could possibly happen, me falling off this thing? Pfff. I'm way too talented for that.” You didn't react to her words. When she was up there, she naturally wanted to show off. Such a big ego. “Look I can stand on one leg and noooothing happens.” she says in her attractive Spanish accent, which melts your brain every time words leave her mouth.  You simply continued to munch on your delicious sandwich. Acting unphased by this spectacle but you had to admit it was pretty impressive and hot.“Great, love. I see you can do anything.”, you say sarcastically. To prove her point even further she takes her phone out of the pocket. “Smiiile into the camera mi amor. Mirar al pajarito. Decid patata!” and boom a memory was created. You’ve taken too many selfies with your girl not to know the potato phrase.

After her demonstration, as if she was a little kid, you were sure she was set. She was yet again right. While she made her way back down she miscalculated. She slipped as it had rained the day before. Typical weather. She crashed in slow motion. Her head hitting the ground, not a pretty sound. You saw her fall to the ground. It was as if time stood still. Complete shock coursed through you. Panic mode was activated. Your heart pumped blood at high speed, adrenalin sparkling from left to right. You ran to her, she was a few metres away but seeing her fall made you extremely concerned. This is not something you wanted to be right about. As you reached her, you fell to your knees. “Leila, Leila are you okay? Leila can you hear me?” a groan was her response. One of her hands went to touch the back of her head. As she retrieved it, you saw red. Literally, you saw blood. Then she opened her eyes. A mix of confusion and fear was set in them.

The first words out of her mouth were “Who are you?” You wouldn't believe your ears, rather appalled you withdrew your hands from her. One had been on her cheek, desperately trying to check for any injuries while holding her head still. The other one was on her leg for stability. Her words cut so incredibly deep, you didn't know what to utter. The emotions you felt in this moment were indescribable. You’ve never been so lost. Leila’s next words didn't even register with you. Staring at the horizon was all you could muster without bursting into tears. She had to take your hand back into hers for you to touch some gras again (it's a Brett Cooper reference).

You were met with a smile when you turned to face her. “Sorry I had to. This is like one of those movie scen-” she couldn't continue. Your kiss silenced her. Relieve washed over you. Simply the thought of what could have been made you cry. Your tears transferred to Leila’s face. She had to disconnect from the passionate kiss, even if she really didn't want to end it. “Oh amor, I'm sorry. I didn't mea-” again you silenced her but not with a kiss. A smack to the chest. “You scared me. Don't do this ever again.” “No more climbing rocks, got it amor.” You hugged her tightly, as if the moment was too good to be true. “Ow bebe you are crushing me.” and with these words it hit you. You scrambled to your feet. Rushing off to your backpack. The defender was confused, why were you running off. You returned with a bandage and carefully wrapped it around her head. She was bleeding and it needed to stop. “My love don't move your head, I’m attending to your wound.” She stood still like a statue. “You're lucky you don't need stitches.” a hum from Leila confirmed that she wasn't actually paying attention. She was busy admiring, as she would say, your face. The concentrated look on your face mixed with your bossy attitude made her feel things, certain things. Now was definitely NOT the moment for spicy activities. Luckily her injury wasn't too concerning, her concussion test turned out great. Nothing to worry about. 

Both of you sat on the picnic blanket, snacking on your food. Eventually you put away all of your belongings and continued. It was uneventful and Leila even behaved for the rest of the hike, not wanting to stress you out more. This didn't stop her from making stupid jokes, which made you laugh nonetheless. It was a memorable evening to say the least.

After arriving at your apartment and checking Leila’s wound, you flopped onto the bed. “Hey, what do you wanna eat amor, take away or should i cook something?” No answer. Looking your way she saw you already fast asleep. The day was exhausting as it was. Time for some well deserved rest.

[stubz]

Pollix lazed on the beanbag in the reading area. The passing sun shining just so perfectly on the young tighalax. He rolled onto his stomach and kneaded the carpet below when he spotted something or rather someone.

Nova. The ship Captain's daughter and fellow tighalax is currently stalking something.

'It's like watching a newborn cub walking for the first time. She'd be the runt of any tighalax pack in the galaxy.'

Pollix really had nothing against the smaller cub but he just couldn't help himself from teasing and poking fun at her every now and then.

'She's 6 moons older than me but half my size! She's like one of those stuffies we have in the toy bin.' he giggled to himself.

Intrigued by what she was doing he looks to see what her target is.

His ears perk as does his posture.

Kim. One of their human caretakers/teachers. Currently cleaning up some blocks on the ground. Completely unaware of the small feline-like creature.

She pounces. The prey is caught. Sent tumbling to it's side, shrieking with laughter.

A successful hunt shrieks Athea also watching the "hunt".

'A successful hunt? Pfft, I get that they're comrades but how could Athea call that a hunt?' for Nova's hunt was something to be expected of when one was a fresh cub. To celebrate a hunt like this when you were 7 summers old? Unheard of.

But runts do take longer since they're often too weak for some summers to do this type of thing, he concluded.

Still, at their age they should be hunting prey that's much bigger than Kim. Something around Max's size.

"Pollix! I caught Kim, did you see?"

"I saw...you were very quiet. But remember to use what's around you. Like you could have hide behind the bookshelf to get even closer."

"Oh. That's so smart! Thanks Pollix, I'm going to practice on Kim again."

"Mmmm." he curled back onto the bean bag.

"Not impressed?"

"Your blocking the sun Athea," he whined looking up at the orc. "But no not really. I mean Kim is strong I guess but she's a human."

"What. Humans are strong, sometimes stronger than other apex species like us." Pollix scoffs

"Yeah but I knocked her down like a million times when we wrestled! So Nova's probably going to be able to knock her over at least once, or maybe Kim just let her." he finished as an afterthought.

"...Okay so maybe she let Nova knock her over but what if she also let you knock her over?"

<If there's one thing many know about Tighalaxes it's that they are very prideful of their hunts and wins. And to diminish said hunts and wins is to question their skills as a hunter. The fastest and easiest way to tick them off>

The cub puffs his fur and flicks his tail around angrily.

"Nu-uh."

"Yu-huh."

"No. I knocked her over because I'm stronger than her!"

"And so did Nova. So I guess Nova is also strong." she stares at him.

<Now for Orcs, what they're known for is their undying loyalty. Should you belittle or badmouth an Orc's friend within earshot of them be prepared for an argument or a swift blow to the face. Depends on the situation>

The young orc straightens to her full height while keeping her gaze with the tighalax cub. Who in return get's up and rises to his full height as well.

Standing at 5 feet tall both are easily larger than most other youngling species their age. Only 5 inches shy of their teacher Kim.

Only at the age 6.

"Why don't you try to tackle her?"

Startled they stop sizing each other up and turn to the human who managed sneak up on them.

Jasper. A human child their age. Almost a foot smaller than them.

"I do it all the time. It's fun and I get to see how strong I am by how much I can make Kim move!" he exclaims, "One time I managed to make her take a step."

"That could work."

"Huh?"

"If you can tackle Kim then I'll apologize and take it back. If you can't then that means that Nova is strong too."

"Alright. But I'm doing it the proper way. Not when she's crouched down. That'd be too easy."

"Whatever."

..

'A real hunter should rely on their strength and instincts. Not just hiding and sneak attacks.'

He stalks towards Kim who's standing in the middle of the room doing a head count.

He picks up the pace. Her back is still to him.

He's broken into a run now. Normally he should wait till he's closer but he's just trying to tackle her so it's fine. She hears him.

He's at full speed and mere seconds away. Athea will be saying sorry to him very soon. She turns sideways and widens her feet.

He lunges. She's smiling.

To Athea and everyone else watching it was like watching a bouncy ball hit a wall. The cub made impact only to bounce off the human onto the floor.

"OH SHOOT!" Kim picks him and sets him on his back paws. "Are you okay? I'm sorry I didn't think you'd bounce like that."

"..." could she always pick him up that easily?

"You look okay, Pollix are you hurt anywhere?" he shakes his head.

"Well that's good. Sorry about that buddy," she chuckles. "I thought since your a lot bigger than Jasper and Nova that you'd be fine. Here, let me go get you a starburst for the great effort."

"Wow Pollix! You made her actually get ready for it. I never did that. You really are strong." exclaims Nova. Eyes sparkling with awe.

"I, I just bounced off her. Like a bug."

"Yep." Athea pats her friend on the shoulder.

"...Nova you did a great job with your hunt. It was awesome."

"Aw, thanks Pol."

"I wonder if I could tackle her? I am heavier than you."

"Yeah you are pretty fat."

"Fat so I can crush you."

"You two are weird friends." sighs Nova.

[juanbodyswapstfs]

Fair Trade

David was a hard working father trying to provide enough to maintain his son. The downside to this was he wasn’t spending a lot of time with his son martin.

Martin was an attractive young man but doesn’t know the potential he has in his body. It pained David that Martin wouldn’t use his body to its full potential.

One day, David came home early from work. “Hey Martin, im home early!” Said David. David didn’t get a response and headed upstairs. He saw the door to his bathroom opened and saw Martin jerking off to his briefs. “Dad!” Martin proceeds to slam the door in a hurry.

A few hours later..

Hey bud, You doing alright? “Dad, please go away.” Said Martin. “Son, I know how you feel, when I was your-“ “Dad just stop it! you don’t know how I feel.” Said Martin angrily. “Alright, Ill give you some time to calm down, when your done, come to the living room and we’ll have a chat.” Said David.

A few minutes later..

“Hey dad, Im sorry for how I talked to you..” Said Martin. “Don’t worry bud, I get your sexual desires hehe.” David said. “I love you but sometimes I just wish we could feel more connected.” Martin said. “Yeah, Hehe I wish you knew how good and strong your body is martin.” David said. “And I wish I could spend more time with you dad.” Martin said. “Well, goodnight my son.” David said. They both head to bed and sleep until the next morning.

In the morning

Martin wakes up feeling a bit sore and clumsy. “Woah why do I feel so big all of a sudden.” Martin opens his eyes and sees a huge bulge in his briefs. “Oh my god dad, why didn’t I know you had such a huge package.” Davids package was girthy and long with his balls big and manly. “Damn my armpits smell fucking good.” Martin whips out his new package and starts jerking off. “Ooohh yeah that shits good.” Martin then cums all over his dads chest.

On davids side..

David woke up and already knew something was wrong. He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror, “Hey handsome, Im gonna treat this body how it should be treated.” David Takes off his socks and smells them, “Mmmm” David takes out his package and jerks off. “Oooo fuck yeah im your country boy.” His hot steamy sperm squirts on the mirror. Martin then knocks on the door, “Hey Dad, you like your new body?” Martin says. “Dad?” “Im your son Dad.” David says in a cheeky tone. “Oh dad, im gonna use this body to its full potential.” David says. “Hahaha son, me too.” Martin says. “Alright im going to work” Martin says then leaves.

At the construction site..

Martin was trying his hardest to fit in as his father, He had to take a leak and went to the restroom. At the restroom there was an attractive construction worker guy pissing next to him. “Mind If I give you a hand haha.” Martin said. “Uh David?” The man said. “Just joking with ya haha.” Martin said a bit disappointed. The guy zipped up and left the restroom in a hurry. When Martin finally finished he walked out and saw his manager. “Hey david, Im sorry to say this but, your fired.” “Wait what?” “You harassed one of your coworkers.” The manager said. Defeated, Martin headed back home.

At Martins school.

David was having a blast in his sons body, winning every game and scoring a lot in gym class! “Haha beat that suckers!” David says. “You changed so much martin..” says martins crush. “People change my dude.” David says says. Martins Crush walks away sad. The bell rings and David runs home in his new youthful body.

At home

David and Martin arrived home in each others bodies. “Im sorry Dad, I got fired.” Martin said. “Oh thats fine, its your body now anyways.” David said. “Im doing well in school so fair trade haha.” David Said. Both Martin and David were satisfied with their bodies, David joined football and graduated with a athletes scholarship and Martin got a job as a Gay stripper.

So sorry for not posting stories in a while, I was kinda blocked on what to do next.. Message me if you have requests! peace out.

[igotanidea]

Unconditional : J.T x fem!reader

A/N: I;m sorry for all the typos that may be there. I wrote that in like an hour since one of my favs @jasontoddsthickbabe was in need of Jay fics :D

Warnings: SMUT! MINORS PLEASE DNI!, unprotected p in v, swearing, teasing, emotional vulnerability,

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She was pinned on the bed, hands held above her hand in his tight grip. Whining and squirming while Jason in his teasing and sadistic mood was just torturing her, by not giving her what she so desperately needed.

“Please….” She cried out

“Shh honey….” He nibbled on her collarbone “don’t be a crybaby…..”

“But…..”

“Princess.” He lifted himself up, his mouth leaving her body, his gaze turning serious “I don’t like being rushed.”

“I know…..” she gasped “I’m sorry, but ….”

“You’re just so damn needy, aren’t you? Come on, baby, just admit it….” His left hand started trailing up her leg, calf, knee, brushing over the inside thigh, skillfully omitting her throbbing core “just say it….” He whispered, leaning over her and resuming kissing her stomach with open mouth kisses.“ you need me….”

“I…. I do!” she panted, tangling fingers in his hair, feeling his lips travelling lower, hovering over her pussy, but not touching there. “Jason…. “

“Mmmm,” he smirked, hot breath fanning over her most sensitive part, causing her to arch her back into him “I can see that. But….” His tongue swirled around in the lightest of movement igniting the fire that was just burning her alive “this is just not enough. Not yet, baby.”

“Wh…. what?” she panted, her eyes focused on him, begging for explanation, her naked body aching for care and attention

“I’ve been away for … how long, baby?”

“A…. a week….” She trembled due to the caresses on her thighs, so damn close…..

“That’s it, a week, baby. And tell me, how did you cope during that time? Hm? How did you deal with that urge inside you?”

“I….” she struggled against his grip, but it only grew stronger pinning her back to the bed

“Did you use your toys?” he whispered, kissing her neck, leaving her core to the cold air and making her cry inside due to abandonment “Yeah, I know about your little collection. So tell me, did you? And I need an honest answer, I can tell when you’re lying.” Jason pinched on her sensitive nipple and twisted it harshly causing her to let out a desperate moan.

“I did! I did! I’m sorry…. Please….”

“I should really leave you like this. I don’t think you deserve any fun after you betrayed me like this.”

“I’m sorry Jace, but I’ve missed you and …..”

“So you thought about replacing me?” he let out a laugh, pulling his pants down “replacing this?” his cock sprung out, ready for action, hard like a rock. Obviously Jason would never admit it, at least not now, but he was hard and horny the first second he saw her after a week apart. But that little shit just had to tease and get his own way with her. Oh, that motherfucker just loved seeing her fall apart, beg, squirm and whine underneath him. He wanted to hear his name falling from her lips in that needy moan, wanted her assurance that she loved him, craved him, was longing for him. “How did that work for you? Did you get off just by thinking about me?”

“Please….” While Jason was slowly losing his focus, imagining finally getting inside her, feeling her warmth and tightness, his girl managed to get free of his grip. He swollen and red wrist ended up on his neck and back, urging him in, her entire body shaking, words limited to one single plea.

“One more thing, baby….” He pressed his entire weight on her, grabbing her legs, locking them around his waist and just staying like this, letting her feel his erection and prolonging the torture. He himself was already crumbling but she needed to be taught a lesson and Jason Todd was not the one to pass out on opportunity to punish his girl. “Were you thinking about someone else when I was gone?”

“What? Why would you….? I don’t … I can’t … I……” she cried out, clawing on his back, feeling those firm, tensed muscles on his back. Touching his perfect body she wanted, needed, ached for and of which she was deprived. “please….” Tears started falling down her cheeks and that was Jason’s undoing. He was capable of teasing and messing her up, but seeing her so broken and vulnerable was just too much. God, he was going to give her the world. Or burn it if anyone would ever dare hurting her. Depending on the situation. And at this moment, her world was limited to him, him, him. So how could he refuse?  

“It’s all right, baby.” He cooed “I got you. You have me.” He pushed inside, filling her fully with one movement, connecting their lips and swallowing all her sweet sounds at the same time. Fuck, he missed her too and just got a memo of that. His walls and attitude gone in a second, now he only wanted to devour her, to feel her whole, to never let her go. Never again.

He was the one desperate for her, not the other way round and he was so ashamed of admitting it. But she knew.

She knew and it was all right, cause she loved him too.

She loved him. She loved him. She loved him.

She loved him.

There was no judgment, no laughing at him, not pointing at all his insecurities. Just love and acceptance. Unconditional.   

“Y/N……” he whined, one of his hands reaching for hers and locking them together, the other gripping her waist moving towards the small of her back, pulling her closer as he started pounding into her with the brutal pace. He was in lost in hellfire and he just loved it, but still at the edges of his lust driven brain he was mindful of her.”I…. I don’t want to hurt you…..” he mumbled into her skin

“It’s all right, Jaybrid.” She assured, adjusting her legs on his back, making him go even deeper than before “I can take it, I promise. You won’t hurt me. Just let go. I need you.” Her whispering and assurance made him whine and pick up the pace. “Ah! It’s so good, Jason. So … so good. You  are so good. I love you….” She praised, her face twisting with pleasure he was giving her and it turned him on even more, if that was even possible “Just.. don’t stop, I’m so close…. Oh, fuck… Yes! Yes!” her hands tangled in his silky hair, tugging at the nape when she finally exploded, her whole body convulsing beneath him and he followed right after, groaning, filling her up to the brim. 

“Y/N….” he caressed both her sides, kissing her gently, slowly pulling back from her.

“Don’t go…..” she begged, looking straight into his eyes, those e/c orbs luring into his soul and he melted at the spot. “Don’t go just yet…..”

“I’m not going anywhere.” He pecked her lips and moved to lay on his back, leading her head onto his chest and hands onto his stomach. “How could I ever?”

“I love you, Jason….” She whispered running those soft fingers on his skin and he grabbed one of her wrist, gently, putting her hand up and kissing all her knuckles. “You know that, right?”

“I know… I lo… I lo….” He stuttered, not able to say those words and mentally murdering himself for that. She deserved to hear him say them!

“It’s ok….” Her hand landed on her cheek “don’t force it.”

“I miss you even when you are next to me” Jason closed his eyes and the words just started flowing out his mouth “I miss you when you are in my arms, when I hold you, when I kiss you, when I touch you.”

“Jay….”

“I long for you. Always. It’s not just physical, it’s... so much deeper. It's emotional. You make me feel safe. You make me feel wanted, needed. And I …. I …. I love you.” There he said it, and it made his entire body tremble ��“All of you. So fucking much. I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t” she smiled at him and laid back down, hugging him closely “you won’t, Jason. I’m here.”  

[emsgwenstan]

Holding onto our family pt.2.

{Larissa Weems x fem niece reader} pt.1 here

Thank you to you guys who recommended I do a p2 I wasn’t going to I was just gonna leave it as a one shot, sorry if this isn’t up to your expectations so in advance I’m sorry :/

Words: 4K? Idk.

Warnings: alcohol, swearing.

Note/summary: everything is strictly platonic! Just these two babies.

Still standing in the door way with shock plastered to your features, tears rolling down your face and the smallest smile tugging at the corner of your lips, Larissa grasped your shoulders and pushed you back slowly into her office closing the door behind her. You couldn’t stop staring at her and smelling her perfume, the same one she’s used since you saved up and brought a bottle when you were 10 for Mother’s Day one year.

“I know it’s a lot to take in darling… are you ok?” She asked taking your chin between her fingers making you stare into her eyes. “Yeah…” you croaked. She’s here… She’s home. “Come on beautiful, a tea should calm those nerves.” She whispered placing another kiss to your forehead and taking your hand pulling you towards her quarters. “Lissa… I’m going to need something far stronger than tea.” You said trailing behind her. “Wine or whiskey my dear?” She asked with a chuckle. “Whiskey.” You said knowingly due to the extremity of this situation. She led you to the small kitchenette and let go of your hand to open the overhead cabinet retrieving two tumblers and a crystal decanter full of high end alcohol.

She was silent while she poured the liquid into the glasses, you wrapped your arms around her waist from behind and buried your head into her shoulder. Larissa let out a small ‘oof’ at the force of your hold giggling a little spinning around in your grasp. “Oh little one, it’s alright.” She cooed softly. She was right of course it was ok, she’s here, she’s home. You tug down on her waist like a child and drag her to the floor, your knees giving way the second you bent them. Larissa followed your lead and gracefully fell down with you, wrapping her own arms around your shoulders pressing you into her chest.

“Don’t you dare leave me again.” You mumbled. Larissa sighed and stroked your hair. “My darling girl… I never really left, I’m not going anywhere.” She hummed. “What happened? Where were you? How are you here? Lissa are you…you know…you?” You asked quickly sitting up a bit to examine her with a slight glare. “Yes honey I’m me…and…before you ask, you accidentally put red socks in with your uniform and it turned your pristine white blouses pink.” You smiled widely at her words, when you left school you made sure to plan a safety question in case you ever came across another shapeshifter with bad intentions. “But what happened to you?” You asked.

Larissa slouched against the base cupboard and raised her arms to pick up the glasses resting on the counter above her head, she gave one to you and looked as though she didn’t want to talk about it, but you didn’t care, you needed answers. She put the glass to her ruby lips and threw back the alcohol in one go. “Well… I was poisoned, I’m sure you know that by now, and I died… for a few minutes anyway.” She said unfazed staring blankly behind you. “Oh my god.” You breathed taking a sip of liquor. “Mmmm.” She agreed nodding.

“How are you here?” You asked less frantically. She sighed again “When I woke, I was on the floor of the observatory alone… it took me a while to get myself out of there, my legs were numb and I could hardly move, I almost fainted a few times but I managed to make it into my office and collect a few things, I was far to weak to help the students and once I knew that everything that happened was over and they were safe, I left town for a while and laid low in Burlington.” She said pouring another whisky for herself, topping up yours while she was at it.

“You must have been fucking terrified.” You say letting the events soak in. Larissa expectedly gave you a look before you both said the word ‘language’ in unison, it brought a smile to her face at how predictable you know she is. “But…you’re right, It was fucking terrifying, now I have to explain to hundreds of people that I’m still alive and completely fit to continue as headmistress.” She muttered downing the second glass yet again. You giggled a little at her explicit response and instant visible relief when she drank. “You are fit, you’re the only person who can manage this school, I’ll do everything I can to make sure it stays that way.” You said fully serious, because you were, there is no way anyone can handle what she does, many can’t even comprehend what she does, you know that she makes difficult and somewhat uncomfortable decisions for the sake of the school’s expense and reputation, you think everyone else would be to selfish to put nevermore before themselves, besides this was out of her hands she’s the victim after all, not the instigator.

Larissa only smiled in response as well as stroking from the top of your head to the side of your cheek giving her best toothy grin, yet you still see right through her, the damage that Mari- Laurel gates caused, you see it with Enid too, her poor scars from defending Wednesday, you never bring it up because you don’t think she wants a reminder that her skin is tainted with the memories of that horrific night. Just like that tears welled in your eyes again, you try blinking them away but they continue to fall stinging from the previous path they followed. “Oh sweetheart, what’s wrong?” She asked placing her cup on the floor. “You were gone. You were taken from me. I-…you were dead and I had nothing!” you sobbed breathlessly breaking down In front of her.

Larissa’s own tears fell into her lap and the crease between her brows deepened. “I’m sorry, little one.” She whispered wholeheartedly tracing the shapes of your face gently. “I never meant to frighten you dear.” She smiled but it quickly faded when your body wreaked with more uncontrollable sobs. “You’re all I have, you are the only important person to me and you were gone, a piece of me was ripped away.” You squeak using your hands to help explain better. “I know.” She cried. “You’re not my aunt Larissa. You’re my mother….You. Are. My. Mum.” You punctuated to make sure your statement made some kind of impact.

Larissa smiled and nodded, she sniffed and wiped her eyes smudging mascara across her faint crows feet. “I never thought of you as my niece y/n, not my brother’s child, not ever a burden… you’ve always been my daughter, my special little girl.” She whispered cupping your cheeks and pressing her forehead to yours. It feels like everything is going to be ok, it feels like everything is as it was, but different in a way, it feels like everything is in its rightful place as it should be, because she’s here, she’s home.

“What happens now?” You asked. “What do you mean, honey?” She wondered. “Like, what’s the plan from here?” She looked puzzled and wasn’t sure herself. “Right now? I don’t care. All I want is to be with you my sweet, ok? That’s all that matters we can figure the rest of the mess out tomorrow.” She stated. The buzz from the alcohol started to warm up your body, absentmindedly you curl up into her lap wanting to be completely engulfed by her. “Can I sleep with you tonight?” You asked quietly, it’s been years since you did, the last time you stayed in the same bed was when you had a series of nightmares for a month when you were still a student at nevermore, the other option is to go hunt for a vacant dormitory, that would definitely raise questions though.

“You don’t even need to ask that, little one.” She whispered into your hair. You moved back and stood up slowly offering a hand to Larissa, she placed her hands in yours and rose with a few pops of her joints and groans from sitting on the floor. It’s nearing 1:00am and it’s still hard to distinguish if this is really happening or if it’s my mind deluding me from pain. “I could use a shower…” she says softly, removing a piece of hair out of your eyes that had fallen from the thrown up bun. “No you deserve a bath, let me run it for you!” You said energetically, leaving her to go to the bathroom. “Ooo wait!- lavender, rose or bergamot?… for essential oils?” You ask excitedly happy to be able to do something for her again.

“What ever you please darling.” She giggled, her brows raise and a grin finds its way to her lips, Larissa knows that if you want to do something there’s no room for argument, to the point you will have an essay in your brain of all the pros and cons to list for her. The whole time you were in the bathroom Larissa downed 3 more glasses of whiskey before placing it back on the top shelf, She walked over to her bed that’s left unmade because it’s been occupied by you and ran her hands over the luxurious silk sheets, she all but twirled around the room happy to be home, alive and with her 23 year old not so baby girl.

Happy with your job, you exited the bathroom and Larissa was no where in site. Panic set in your bones. No, she’s here. The room felt like it was expanding and you were the only person in the world, searching for her in the closet, on her balcony and possibly on the other side of the bed on the floor she wasn’t there. “Are you ok my sweet?” Her voice rang from behind you and relief spread back through your body, you turned to face her, she was closing the door to her office baring a bottle of wine. “Jesus don’t do that!” You exclaimed. “Do what?” She questioned pacing slowly towards you. “Leave… especially without telling me.” You warned giving her a playful but sincere glare.

You turned off the lights in the bathroom and lit candles around the tub, bubbles filled all around the top of the bath and it smelled heavenly, the rose scent is what you opted with. “It’s done lissa!” You called out turning off the water. Larissa made her way into the bathroom and thanked you quietly, you stepped back out into the room and walked over to the kitchenette again to pull down two wine glasses and walk back to the bathroom door and knock. “You decent enough?” You asked. “Yes darling.” She said.

You opened the door and closed it behind yourself. Larissa was sitting in the water with bubbles shielding all of her body apart from her shoulders and collar bones. “Do mind if I sit with you for a while?” You asked, placing the glasses on the tile floor, sitting down on the mat and opening the bottle. “Of course you can.” She cooed. You were both silent for a while taking turns sipping the slightly bitter velvet liquid. Larissa had her head resting on the porcelain rim and the wine glass dangling from her fingertips, she’s free from make up now and her hair is taken out spilling over the tub’s edge. “Your hair’s longer.” You said rolling the glass into your chest to lean forward and run your fingers through her platinum tresses. “So is yours dear.” She replied lulling her head to the side facing your amber licked skin from candle light.

“It’s been two years…” you remarked sadly feeling guilty for the length of time you hadn’t seen her physically. “Far too long.” She mumbled. “Well it’s not going to happen again I can assure that.” You stated sternly. “Don’t dwell on it y/n, we’re here now.” She replied. Silence fell over the two of you again and you busied yourself by fiddling your hands picking lint of Larissa’s clothes and tossing them back into the washing hamper. “Can I ask why you didn’t contact me?” You whispered looking at her waiting for an answer.

Larissa licked her lips and thought of a response. “I didn’t think you knew what happened, i didn’t believe that anyone would have known to get in contact with you, so I planned on telling you about this whole situation when I somehow found a way to reveal myself back to school society, but clearly that didn’t work. I came back tonight to see if I could get back into my office without being seen, that’s when I heard you talking with Melanie, your voice… I knew, I couldn’t run from you and leave you alone with no explanation.” You nodded along with her words and understood what she meant.

“Why did you run?” You asked. She sat up a bit, placed her glass on the floor and swallowed thickly. “I had to mourn my own “death” and take a little bit of time to rest, recover, process it, come to terms with the fact that things are going to be different. Imagine what the sheriffs going to say when I magically waltz my way back into society… I had you to protect as well. I couldn’t be reckless to get you involved in such appalling circumstances.” She said dipping her finger in water collecting bubbles and tapping the tip of your nose in a humorous, lighthearted manner. You couldn’t help the small giggle that erupted from your throat as you wiped the bubbles away feigning disgust.

You rested you head on the edge of the bath and let down your wavy blond hair finding comfort in having her so close. Larissa stroked your hair behind your ears and hummed in delight. “I remember when you loved me playing with your hair… when you were very small, I’d sit you on my lap and put in these hair ties in that had these iridescent plastic balls on them, you had a blue one and purple one, and they hardly stayed in your hair but you insisted to have them in… you had little white ringlets on either side of your head because you would throw a fit if I didn’t do it like that.” She reminisced playing with soft hair around your neck.

“I remember that, I see you still have the hair clips too, I also remember when your hair was short, reaching to you jaw and how I would mess it up all the time…but you would just shift it to look tidy again and that infuriated me.” You laughed. Larissa giggled and looked at you like you hung the stars. After a while and when the water turned lukewarm you left her alone and went and snuggled into bed. For the rest of the night you lay on her chest hearing her heart beating and listening to her soft humming. The last thing you remember before succumbing to sleep were the words I love you.

The next morning you made her breakfast in bed and started to work out a plan for ‘her return’ Larissa was a bundle of nervous energy, she stumbled over her words and spaced out a few times during the conversation but ultimately the plan was going to be set in motion. The day just consisted of the two of you lounging around her rooms and talking and talking and more talking, it’s always been like that, you can go a while without speaking and pick up like you saw each other just the day prior. Luckily nobody caught on to anything, Enid burst into her office at one point to show you her new blog post about one of the couples in nevermore. You kindly reprimanded her for not knocking but was able to usher her back out before Larissa walked out unaware of her presence.

The day has finally come for Larissa to make her entrance and the both of you felt nervous to say the least, poor thing could hardly move. “Will you let me do your make up lissa?” You asked hopefully. Larissa stared at you blankly before eventually nodding. She was still in her emerald green night slip bare of any added detail, her lashes a brilliant blond, skin pale and shoulders freckled. You envy her natural beauty, although you are both similar in appearance you can’t beat the original. You situated her on the floor near the vanity while you took the stool, her legs crossed, hands politely intertwined in her lap and posture perfectly straight, apart from her rigid shoulders.

She sat still for 45 minutes not moving a muscle, you took your time perfectly applying each layer of make up from coating every lash in a deep blue mascara, to laying on the best eyeliner you’ve ever done, to lining and painting her lips with your shade of lipstick, which is only a few shades of red darker then her own. You smiled down at your work and started the process of her hair, she turned her back towards you and lulled it to the side letting you do a large braid from her temple almost down to the nape of her neck, her side part was meticulously crafted and pulled back into a low pony tail with the braid wrapping around it, you opted for this hairstyle because you remembered seeing it in a photograph from when she was a teen, it was still beautiful and suited her very well, something different, but also full circle in a way.

Next was her outfit, that was a tough one. “Really… I can just throw something together darling.” She said in the door way of the closet. “No I’m picking.” You pouted up at her sternly. She laughed and joined you in the room, after painstakingly picking each article of clothing you chose a suit, something she doesn’t wear often if at all, something different which makes a statement, it’s a plum colour with very small, thin, green and gold stripes a vintage channel line from the 60’s. And the most important part, matching plumb coloured heels.

You left her alone to get dressed and once she stepped out your breath was stolen from you lungs at how gorgeous she looked, close to 50 years old and yet still remarkably beautiful and very glamorous, the only thing she lacked now was confidence. “You looked incredible!” You said enthusiastically. “I actually feel beautiful… it’s been a while since I’ve worn this.” She said softly. “Are you ready?” You asked hoping for a yes. “I think so my darling…” she replied. “One more thing...” you quickly walked back into her closet to pull down her box containing all of her personal trinkets and walked back out.

Larissa stood curiously watching as you flit about the room before b-lining back to her with something in your hands. You reached for her arm and put your old hair tie with those plastic beads on around her wrist then put her sleeve over the top of it and opened her blazer putting your old pink polkadot hair clip over the waist band of her trousers. “I know it’s silly… but because I’m not physically going to be there, doesn’t mean I’m not going to be with you.” You said buttoning her blazer back up and flipping her hair over her shoulder.

Larissa wrapped her arms around you and pulled you tightly into her embrace. “I love you.” She whispered. “I love you more mum.” You could hear her heart beat quicken at the word. “Now, go… call me if you need anything.” Larissa smirked as she pulled away. “Yes little boss…” she chuckled. “you’re so grown up precious girl, I can’t believe the wonderful woman you’ve grown up to be.” She pulled back and just like that she straightened her posture and a spark of confidence was alight yet again. She walked out the door and blew you a kiss leaving with an ‘I’ll be back soon’ wink.

You might be proud of her, you might love her so much, but Larissa will infinitely be more proud of you and far more envious of her little gift, her beautiful niece, her stubborn yet perfect miracle and her darling bestowed daughter. It’s going to get a whole lot better, because she’s here and she’s home.

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kissing ruben dias for the first time and feeling all giddy afterwards because you've been waiting to do it for a while for the blurbs?

from this post.

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Rúben hadn't been due to come over tonight and yet, you'd found him standing on your doorstep. the weather had dropped sharply in the last week or so, going from early 20s to barely more than 3c on a good night. though you'd held off putting on the heating, you'd made sure you were fully wrapped up but standing here in front of him, you couldn't deny the shiver that was visible beneath the layers. Rúben on the other hand, was not dressed for the weather and stands trembling.

"do you want to come in?" you ask, watching as his bottom lip quivers and his arms shake as he tries to hold it back.

"yes and no. i want to," he clarifies. "but i need to go to John's."

you'd been to John's with Rúben before and you know that where you live is not on the way to his. he's taken a detour in order to come to yours and this thought alone makes your stomach flip.

his hair still has patches of dampness which is no doubt contributing towards his shivering. instinctively, you reach forward and smooth your hands up and down his arms to create warmth. it's a simple gesture but it brings a smile to Rúben's face as he follows the trail of your hands.

"and yet," you begin to say as you watch your hands, "you're here. shivering. in a manly way of course," you add and he chuckles.

"i was just thinking about something on the drive over, that's all." he says as he begins to rock back and forth on his feet, going from the ball to the heel and back again in a fluid motion.

"anything good?" you ask it as casually as you can but the way Rúben looks at you makes you want to swallow hard and seek out a drink.

"how i wanted to do this..." he says slowly, his tongue poking out between his lips to wet them as his hand lifts, two fingers extend and rest themselves beneath your chin to lift your face to look at him. he begins to dip his head before he pauses and asks, "can i kiss you?"

you can't speak as nerves get the better of you and all you can do is nod against his fingers.

"yeah?" he checks, a smile gracing his lips before he leans in again. his lips gently brush yours and you can feel the smile still there on his mouth before seriousness kicks in. he traces your lips with his own, his facial hair lightly grazes your skin before he finally applies that much needed pressure. he pauses just long enough for the contact to be something, but not too long to make you wonder if he'll ever pull away.

when he does, it's for mere seconds before his lips are back against your own and this time it feels different. there's a need there that you've been feeling yourself. your hands move from his arms, filling your palm with his shirt as you deepen the kiss. a small mewl escapes your mouth and fills his, as his tongue touches yours ever so lightly there's barely contact at all.

but it's over before it really starts and he's pulling away properly this time. Rúben rests his forehead against yours, the tip of his nose rubbing soft strokes on yours and that damn smile is back on his face when you manage to open your eyes.

"that's what you were thinking about?"

"mmmm hmm." he hums in agreement, "i thought i should let you know."

"i'm glad you hurried here to tell me."

"i'll make sure to do so again when it's next on my mind."

"please do." you don't want to, but your hands press against his chest and carefully push him away. if you didn't make him leave now, you'll be trying to encourage him to stay. "say hi to John for me?"

"i will," he nods. "i'll text you later."

"drive safe Rúben."

"always."

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Aaahhhhhh more kiss fics from you!?! Yes pls!!!

Could I very kindly ask for Fox/Thorn and number 24 - a sleepy kiss pls?

(And thank you for shouting me out as well!)

Thank you for the request! Also all I could imagine during writing this is this: fox is eepy meme and was giggling. Enjoy!

Fox felt like he was floating, like back when he was a cadet and they had swim lessons and they were all taught how to lay on their backs to conserve energy while waiting for rescue. Although that floating was scary because there was a darkness under the waves that could swallow them up at any time. Wherever he was floating now was safe and warm.

"I'm glad you think so Foxy. Does this mean you're finally awake now?" A voice rumbled from under him and sounded close to his ear. It was familiar.

"Thorn?" He asked cracking his eyes open and wincing at the light in the room.

"Yeah, it's me. I told them if you woke up alone you'd go crazy and probably wreck the room before clawing your way into a vent to escape. What do you remember?" He asked and Fox snuggled closer, hiding his face from the light in Thorn's chest feeling a kiss get dropped to his forehead.

"Mmmm there was... A fight?" He tried to figure out what happened but his brain felt like an empty crisper that had been scrubbed clean. He knew there should be more mess in there and no matter how many times he opened the door nothing new was showing up.

"Yeah, Palpatine was evil, which we knew, but he was more evil than we realized. He was gonna try to do some sith ritual on you but you poked me in our bond thing and I was able to get some Jedi to come help. It was a crazy fight and I got my mind jacked for a minute but Windu managed to pull another prime and take his head off. It was satisfying to watch." He admitted and Fox grumbled.

"Don't 'member. Head ain't got no food in it. Like a crisper." He said then frowned into Thorn's chest as his partner laughed at him.

"Yeah turns out he left a lot of darkness goop in our brains. The Jedi helpfully scraped it all out but it takes some of the affected memories with them. The rest of us made video journals first but you were in a... a bad state. So they had to do you without any backlog. Give it some time, we'll get new healthier food in that brain crisper for you Foxy." He promised and Fox wanted to be grumpy about it but everything felt so bright and floaty and nice so he just grunted.

"Need mornin' kiss and some caff... 'm eepy." He whined looking up at Thorn finally through squinted eyes and it earned him another kiss, this time right between his eyes. He almost went cross eyed trying to see it.

"The fox is eepy..." Thorn nearly squeaked looking absolutely gleeful and Fox thought he might need to do something about that but he really was still exhausted and moving to elbow Thorn's kidney would mean having to move and he was so comfortable where he was.

"Thoooorrrnnn... Don't be mean. I'm tired. Can't punch you hard enough." He whined. Thorn finally kissed him on the lips like he wanted.

"Fine. You're just so adorable like this. I need to have the Jedi scrub your brain more often. Just go back to sleep Fox. I'll be here when you wake up again." He murmured and Fox hummed eyes already slipping shut again now he got what he wanted.

"Promise?" Fox asked as sleep started to steal him away again.

"Yeah, I promise." Thorn agreed and Fox felt fingers start petting through his curls and was gone.

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Danny/Duke, Blue, Sage

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“Mftz,” Danny mumbled incoherently as something woke him.

A cold hand came to rest on his forehead and Danny shivered at the touch. He knew he should pry open an eye, but his eyelids just felt so heavy.

“You’re really burning up, babe.”

Oh, it was Duke. Danny smiled despite himself. The cool hand slid to the back of Danny’s neck. Danny rolled his head into the gently massaging fingers.

“Did you take your next dose?”

Danny tried to think. It was very hard. “Whash time ish id?”

“Almost four.”

“Fucg.”

“I’ll take that poor attempt to say ‘fuck’ as a no,” Duke said with a chuckle. He pulled his glorious hand away and Danny wasn’t ashamed to say he whined. “Just give me a few minutes to get your meds, okay? And I got you a present too.”

“Mmmm?”

“Yeah. Just stay laying down.”

Danny didn’t think he could do anything else. He absently registered the whir of their shitty dorm microwave. The crinkle of a pill package. The crack of an electrolyte drink.

Duke helped him lean up enough to swallow down the medication. By the time he lay back down he was shivering. “Cold.”

“I know, babe. Maybe this will help?” Duke suggested.

Something blessedly warm and so, so soft was tucked into his arms. It even smelled amazing. As Danny curled around it he finally managed to open his eyes, just barely. It was a heated, stuffed animal alligator, and it was smiling back at him with a big toothy grin.

The bed dipped as Duke sat on the edge of the mattress. “It needs a name.”

“Mmm…” Danny buried his nose into the herbal smell. “Sage.”

“Okay.” There was Duke’s hand back, running through his hair. “You and Sage get some sleep then.

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Do you have any comforting ships?

Switches: Muichiro Tokito and Genya Shinazugawa

'WHY DO YOU ALWAYS WIN?!', Genya exclaimed angrily after losing (again) another tickle fight against Muichiro.

'I don't know, maybe because you're too much... Mmmm what's the word... Sensitive maybe? Nonono, it's another... Aaah I know! TICKLISH!!', Muichiro smiled cockily and left, leaving Genya with a clear thought, he would make him pay for those humiliations.

His anger at losing was obvious, Gyomei was the first to notice and sat next to him, putting Genya's head on his lap. 'Would you like to talk about that?'

'I'M SICK OF LOSING AGAINST MUICHIRO!!'

'Let me guess, your tickle fights again?', Genya grunted, so yeah, that was it. 'I've tried EVERYTHING! Surprise attacks, tickle hugs, dirty play... And he always beats me!!' Oh Genya, you are just like Sanemi, you hate losing and you throw a masterful tantrum to get advice and win.

'Why you better just accept the fact that no matter what you do, Mui will always manage to beat you?', well, maybe that wasn't the answer Genya was expecting to hear...

Genya began to kick, pouting like a baby, something that Gyomei found funny and pleasant.

Gyomei never really called it out for being mean to Genya, it's just that he knows Muichiro well enough to know that it's PRETTY hard to get a reaction out of him that doesn't involve his smug smile.

'Perhaps, you should talk to Rengoku, Kocho or Tomioka. Only the three of them have been able to make Muichiro laugh like that. I wish you luck on your "mission", Genya,' he said to ruffle his hair and leave.

Genya thought for a few seconds, so Rengoku, Kocho and Tomioka had been the only ones capable of making Muichiro laugh, huh?

But who was most likely to get a quick response? Definitely not with Shinobu, he would be too embarrassed by any comment from her. Maybe Tomioka? But, he doesn't usually talk much, so it's better not to... Oh well, with Rengoku it will be

'I see! So you want to get revenge on young Tokito!'

'Yes, he always beats me and I'm a little tired of him rubbing it in my face or making fun of him by moving his fingers near me to scare me and make me blush... Can you help me?'

'Of course not! Revenge is not good young Shinazugawa! But... Since young Tokito is a bit undisciplined sometimes, I'll help you!', well, that was faster than he thought.

He listened carefully to the instructions, but he would have preferred if he had not been the "test dummy" to have an idea of ​​what to do with Muichiro, perhaps he could have concentrated a little better.

After that, he decided to talk to Giyuu, but he was hesitant to talk to Shinobu, he was embarrassed to be around girls, and as you know, life is not always what you plan...

'Giyuu-Sama... Can you help me?'

'Ara, ara Genya-Kun! I didn't expect to see you here!' 'Hi Shinobu-San... Wait...'

Genya's face turned red, Kocho wasn't supposed to be there! What was he doing at Giyuu's estate?!

His answer was found when he easily opened the door, apparently it was not closed... 'Why do you need help from Tomioka-San? Maybe I can help you too!'

'Eeeeh... I... Well...' 'Shinobu? How many times have I told you that I will not go with you on the mission and I ca...? Genya? What do you need?', well it was inevitable, he would have to talk to both of them.

Okay, Genya had what it took, advice, strength, but not the voice to sing to Muichiro, he wasn't going to do it... He couldn't...

'How did I end up doing this...?'

'Shut up and keep singing! I was nowhere near falling asleep!'

'I'm not going to continue singing the lullaby! It is humiliating!'

Hahahaha it seems that Genya couldn't help it and Muichiro was happy with it, maybe too much...

And no, Muichiro wasn't making fun of how Genya sang, but it did make him laugh at how his whole face turned red every time he tried to caress his cheek or told him how beautiful he sings.

'This has to be the last straw, first he makes me sing and now I have to be his pillow...', Genya slapped himself, it was perfect!

He laughed lightly as he made sure he was in a comfortable position, it was his chance for revenge. And as a first discouragement, Muichiro was a heavy sleeper. 'I should have known... Does life hate me so I can't get revenge on it? Wait... Who knew that my experience of being the little brother would be helping me now...'

Muichiro opened one of his eyes a little, what did he mean by "experience of being the little brother"?

He thought and when he analyzed his options he realized what he meant, he opened his eyes suddenly only to close them tightly when he placed a raspberry on his neck.

Genya screamed with excitement internally, the plan was working! Maybe too well... (unfortunately for Muichiro)

'Mmmm? What's that? Is the great Mist Hashira unable to tolerate raspberries? It's funny, I can't use breaths and yet I'm making you laugh using the ones I know! Hahaha! Bad joke, but I couldn't think of another one!' 'Stohohohop!! Ahahaha!Gehenyahahaha!!!'

'Oooh I'm not stopping! You've poked the bear many times and it's time for you to know the consequences for it!', Genya laughed to start scratching Muichiro's sides.

He didn't expect it, how did he let his guard down so quickly?! He was supposed to be the only one of the two who wouldn't laugh, but one thing was clear, HE WAS NOT GOING TO LOSE AGAINST GENYA.

At the cost of Genya having better access to his tummy, he brought his hands to Genya's armpits, digging with some force as he laughed at how his grip on him was losing strength.

'Do yohohou wahahant a ahahaha...!!tihicklehehehe fihihight?!' 'Lehet's sehehe who wihihins!!', definitely, none hahaha.

Were there rules? Naaaaah, anything went, and that also included biting or kicking to change positions.

And that was the first thing Muichiro did, trying to kick Genya in the ribs, but it turned out in Genya's favor as he grabbed him by the ankles and started scratching behind his knees and giving his calf a few squeezes, but it wasn't going to stay still before that....

'I think I'm winning hahaha! Please Mui, are you going to stay there on the ground writhing~?' 'SHUHUHUT UHUHUP! TAHAKEHEHE THIHIHIS!!'

'OHOHOHHI!! SHIHIHIT!! NOHOHOT MY AHARMPIHIHIHITS!!', well, it wasn't so fair now was it?

Genya thought that he should have held Muichiro to the ground with something, that would have prevented him from sitting up and now tickling his armpits.

He tried his best to continue his attack, but failed, bringing his hands to his chest and hugging himself as he fell back. 'You should know that you're always going to lose to me~ you can't do anything... Look at that blush, how cute you are Genya~! Do you know what fruit would be the same color as you right now~?'

'NOOOOO!! DOHOHOHON'T!!' 'That's not the answer I was expecting, but I'll tell you! They would be... The raspberries~!'

Genya tried to wrinkle his neck when he heard that word, but there didn't seem to be any indication that what Muichiro had said was real, it was just something to make him lower his guard further!

In a quick movement, Genya was now receiving raspberries in his tummy and if that were not enough, Muichiro moved his head to make the sensations more unbearable for the poor boy. 'Hahahaha come on Genya! Accept defeat, I know what you want to do...~'

'NEHEHEVEHEHER!! THIHIHIS TIHIMEHEHE I WILL BEHEHAHAHAT YOHOHOU!! COME HEHEHEHERE MUI!!' 'Oooooh how scary! Are you going to cr-...~? Ooooow!', as Rengoku said, Muichiro was being somewhat undisciplined these days

After a few seconds getting enough air, Genya took Muichiro by his wrists, turning him over and leaving him face down while sitting lightly on his hips.

Shinobu's advice was "Muichiro isn't good at predicting, turn him around so he can't see you and you'll have won!", and Genya hoped it was real.

'Waitwaitwait!! Co-cohomehe on... Genya, I lohovehehe you...!' 'Mmmm, it seems like someone can't tolerate tickling in this position...~ I'm sorry Mui, but I want to win this! Tickle tickle tickle~!!', Muichiro's charms were of no use this time.

He wasn't able to know what the next point to attack would be, so even the air seemed to tickle him and for Genya, it was the most fucking adorable thing he ever saw Muichiro do.

But now, Genya wanted two things, for Muichiro to apologize and for him to accept that he won, and the second may be a mystery or perhaps you have already anticipated it.

'OKAAAAAY!! I GIHIHIVE!! YOHOHOU WIHIHIN!! UNCLE! UHUNCLEHEHE!!'

'Mmmm and why should I believe you...~?' 'GENYAAA!! I LOHOVEHEHE YOHOHOU!! PLEHAHASEHE!!', well proves enough for Genya.

After rolling him onto his back, he sat up and sat him on his lap, stroking his cheek as he watched him catch his breath and giving him a smug smile when he saw it and 'growled' at him a little.' You're a threat, Shinazugawa Genya...'

'I know and you love me like that hahaha. Do you feel better?' 'Yes because? Ooooh, do you want your gentle afternoon tickles on your tummy and neck?'

Genya blushed and looked away, but nodded. Muichiro laughed and kissed him on the cheek, it was so cute to see him blush and hide his smile.

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Kinktober Day 16: Sharing Occasionally [SCP 035 X F!Reader X SCP 049]

Warnings: Spit-roasting, praise,, oral sex MINORS DNI

AN: yeah.

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Reblogs are appreciated!

Your breath hitches when you feel SCP 049 touch your hips and pull you back harshly onto him. He groans softly, French beautifully spilling from his lips that you can't see. He feels incredible, thick and stretches you in just the right way.

From your front, the D-Class's body that 035 takes command of, grabs your face. His long, spindly fingers hook under your chin and he forces you to look up at him. His alabaster colored mask is turned into a grin and his eye-lights flicker with excitement. "Open up, love," he says as he watches you part your pretty lips for him.

You obediently swirl your tongue around his tip and feel your heart flutter in excitement when he moans in pleasure. Your eyes cutely look up at him while he pups into you from behind. Softly, you bounce back on 049, pussy squeezing him tightly to show him your pleasure.

"Such a good, good girl," 035 coos cutely. He revels in how your pretty tongue traces his veins, just the way he likes. No matter the host, he always has his specific preferences that make him happy, and luckily, you know him so so well. You smile sweetly and take him further into your mouth, moaning when 049 picks up the speed.

"Ouais," 049 mutters through a soft moan, "beautiful. Mon chaton," he purrs, almost chirping like a little bird with how pleased you handle and take him. He ruts his hips a little harder, mostly in time with 035.

"Ours," 035 teasingly corrects. "She's ours. Our perfect girl," he whispers as he kisses his palm and then presses it lovingly to the top of your head. It's an indirect kiss, something sweet, something to show that he feels very fondly for you. Love may not be the right word, but he does feel strongly for you.

You moan softly again as you suck at 035, letting both men play with your body as they see fit. A thick heat flushes over your face as they rut like animals in heat. You gush over 049's cock, pussy fluttering as you take him deeper and deeper. Your eyes futter shut and your eyes roll upwards as you hear their moans of pleasure.

You want them to spill down your throat and cum deep inside of you. You practically beg for it as you gaze into the purple lights that hover above you, your ass plopping back on 049's thighs quickly to show you desire to cum.

"What a spoiled brat," 049 teases as he presses feather like kisses down your spine, "a pretty little princess that deserves it. Hm?" He asks as he feels you bob against him and 035 harder. "Mmmm, we shan't make you wait any longer, should we?" He passes a glance towards 035 who's head is tipped back in pleasure. His tall host body shivers in excitement.

He grunts, "gonna cum down our princess's throat soon." He weaves his fingers into your hair and pulls just a bit before lovingly caressing the crown of your head. "Is that what you want, love?" He asks, his thick Greek accent sounding smoother than silk to you.

You moan and mewl around him, begging him further. You feel them pick up the pace, and your eyes roll up once more in deep pleasure. Ecstasy fills you completely.

"You're so adorable," 035 compliments as he forces his cock down your throat. "Taking me and him so well. Such a beautiful, beautiful girl."

"Our girl wants it this badly," 049 manages to moan, "who are we to deny her?"