#pleated obsession

[sometimesanequine]

[murmel-malt]

Face, night, & outerwear for Daera?

So sorry this took me ages, Misa! Turns out, words are hard 😭

face: Describe your OC's face. What's their smile like? Are their orbs cerulean? What would someone notice first when looking at them?

My immediate go-to for what someone would notice first about her was obviously her green eyes which are not typical for a Targaryen. But that felt a little too obvious, so I am going with her attitude.  There is a fire in her eyes that is very reminiscent of the Targaryen’s mounts. Some call her stubborn, others spirited; but all agree that in the absence of a dragon to ride, Hedaera Targaryen had to become a bit of a dragon herself.

All of Daera’s wardrobe is very inspired by Mariano Fortuny’s fashion which I am obsessed with. So I included some stuff that has explicitely inspired some of Daera's outfits.

night: What does your OC wear to sleep? Do they have a favorite pair of PJs, or are they more the birthday suit type?

Daera usually wears a simple chemise to bed. It’s thin enough for the warmer climate of King’s Landing and still enough that she doesn’t feel exposed. If a second layer is required for cover she throws on a usually somehow floral-y embroidered/decorated gown. She has one made of heavy velvet that acts essentially like a weighted blanket for her.

outerwear: What's your OC's outerwear situation? Jacket, sweater, cloak? What sort of weather do they deal with most and how do they protect themselves?

Living in the Crownlands she doesn’t really have to deal with extreme weather conditions so when outdoors/on the road Daera opts out of her usual wide, flowy sleeves and light colours and instead simply goes for a tighter fit and a thicker, sturdier overdress in darker colours that are less prone to show any dirt that accumulates on the road (but still never black). When she does need to protect herself from stronger elements she prefers cloaks to wrap herself up in over coats. While her travel fits are less ostentatious and somewhat toned down they are still not necessarily practical as she mostly travels in a wheelhouse and does not take part in any physical activity that requires a special attire.

[dawn-moths]

rewatching “do revenge” and god what i wouldn’t give to have those uniforms!!

[boag]

Laura Palmer halloween costume question mark

[housedyke]

Playing with ideas for a skirt

[the-clock-of-the-time-dragon]

Genuinely obsessed with Movie!Elphaba's outfit during The Wizard and I. The SLEEVES?? All the buttons??? The silhouette???? The BOOTS????? The FUSED BODICE?????? So much DIAGONAL MICRO-PLEATING??????? AND with those thick CROSS-STITCHED leggings underneath???????? LIKE????????????

[limerlove]

nsfw content, eighteen+

content warning. fingering, squirting, munch o'clock, athlete!reader, two bitches that are obsessed with each other, cocky!vi, public sex, jealousy if you squint.

being nemeses with hockeyplayer!vi who couldn’t breathe right when she’s in your vicinity without steam puffing out through your ears. everything about her from the way she walks or when she cockily smiles when the precious puck vi believes she’s invented soars through the net. being captain of the undefeated team is all that anyone would talk about on campus — if it weren’t for you.

you on the other hand are known for being the star tennis player, a promising prodigy who turned down the big leagues to seek an education first before showcasing at your first wimbledon. violet can’t stand when she won the biggest match of her life, news of your first tournament appearance in professional tennis made headlines.

desperately vi tries to be ominous, observing from afar, her heart-shaped jaw clenching as she watches you beat the girl in front of you to the ground. with a serve that qualifies as a guaranteed ace and a backhand that has stephanie vazquez running on every end of the court — all of it is so trivial.

meaningless even, but your father who pleads that the matches matter have somehow coaxed you into it.

it’s simple the way you tear your opponents apart, overwhelming them with shots you’ve spent years perfecting. the women on campus didn’t stand a fucking chance and they knew it too.

from the first game, their fate sealed. as finite as the stars sparkling across the midnight sky.

a blissful heart and a cracked dignity is a win for your ego. ultimately, violet hates herself for understanding why there’s so many people who fawn over you. a white dove arising in the spring, the flowers blossoming with each stroke you hit.

the match point? a single ace that sends stephanie to crack her expensive racket on the clay. it’s infuriating to play you, that much you’ve been told, but you need to be this precise if you have a chance on the biggest stage in just a few weeks.

“mija, take ten and then we’ll send the next one.”

your father calls from the stands as you swiftly grab your water bottle before realizing it’s empty, excusing yourself to the locker room and past vi but you know she’ll chase you.

as you suspect, no more than thirty seconds and she’s invading your space like a moth who's been starved of a flame for months. violet can deny it all she wants but the spark she tries to hide behind the cool-oceanic blues reak of warmth when her attention sets on you.

“did you have to humiliate her like that? for what? so you could prove who—”

“i can’t be bothered to go easy on everyone you fuck, violet. might be the whole roster at this point.” once your canister is filled, you take a large swing of water as she stands there dumbfounded.

making sure to flex her bicep, she leans against the water filtration with her puppy eyes attempting to convince you violet is as harmless as she looks.

a bold-faced lie the devil himself couldn’t design as truth.

“do i need to remind you of last season? throwing your body into my ex-girlfriend so hard during the finals last year. her shoulder was fucking dislocated and her collarbone was fractured.”

“that’s not what—”

“uh huh, sure, violet.” you taunt as she dismisses you, shaking her head as you take a step closer.

violet wishes to dismiss you, act like you have no effect on her. then you’re here with your pearly-white pleated skirt and your thin long sleeve jacket that clings to your skin. even with the sweat lining your temple, you still smell of honey-soaked lemon. a hint of lavender radiating off your skin, vi nearly sinks her canines on the side of your neck just to see if she’s able to taste it.

would you be willing to bleed for satisfaction alone?

taste you through a yearning tongue that begs to touch an inch of the transgressions of her sins. iron-coated promise meant to be broken.

but then she’s reminded of just how cruel you can be. you’ll walk over anyone’s dead corpse if it means you’ll get your way.

“you get off on it, making people feel less than you, decimating them on the court until they have nothing left to give.”

“maybe but why are you still here instead of chasing your little girlfriend? she’s really upset but it seems the only one who wants to get off is you.”

“god, would just—” vi pulls at her hair, peeved at how painless it seems to be for you to bury each opponent six feet underground.

"would i just what, violet?"

self-restraint falls through fate, vi's hardened shell practically caves in on itself as her lips melt into yours, her scorching need lights brighter than ever when she feels your smooth lips glide against hers.

soft hints of cranberry and dark chocolate invades her mouth as her calloused fingertips crawl underneath your skirt to the compression shorts connected beneath. with a finger sliding along your slit, violet's delights in watching your back arch against the wall as you stabilize your body clinging onto her strong sculpted shoulders.

"be a good girl for me and take it." violet divulges, letting her skilled mouth prep you as your hips ride against her fuckable face. goddamn it, she’s too good. 

you hate her for it.

a sprinkle of love lavishes against the thin spandex as you watch the entry of the locker room. this should be a sin, how heavenly you smell, limerence coating her mind any time you’re near. never could she be anything but her sugar-coated infatuation. 

an impenetrable grind of someone soaking in more media attention than vi has never set well with her pride but up until now, violet couldn’t have known the rumbling ache pulling her towards you. hell be damned if anyone would get in her way. 

the tips of vi’s fingers glide against your thigh, as she enjoys the tremble your body makes, a magnetic force where vi’s body pulls at your body so easily. 

“so pent up, babygirl. who knew the only way to silence you is to get on my knees. are you always this needy or is this reserved for me?” 

"fucking hell, would you just take off my skirt already?" you whine out in defiance and vi gets the message — crystal clear. 

violet does more than take it off, she rips the thick material in half, eyes grinning as she has the pleasure of knowing how beautiful you are. even if after the two of you walk through those doors, you never acknowledge her again, you’ll never be able to take this away from her. 

in a fall from grace, violet worships her enemy, falling further into temptation. a hopeful message of deliverance place maliciously between your thighs.

with a shimmering touch, she guides your leg over her powerfully built shoulder, moaning as your stomach clenches against the tidal wave of her tongue. soft, gentle even, more accommodating than any of your past lovers had ever been with you. 

as much as you want to tell her to touch you differently, flatten her tongue more, or to critique her in any way that could knock her down a peg, you can’t. despite your best efforts, she does everything flawlessly and you hate her more for it. glowing, powder-blue eyes flickering up at you, watching as you fall apart. each limb becoming numb under touch. 

“yeah, not just a pretty face, angel.” 

“you’re so full of yourself. how do they never get tired of your weasley, impetulant, condescending—” 

“oh, i’m sorry? were you gonna say something or did you still wanna get fucked by my fingers?” vi slips another inside as her tongue gets lost in your pussy once again. 

all of it makes you wanna scream but you feel your voice carrying through the locker room. the rare vacancy surrounds you, moans leaving your lips echo back as she slurps every drop spilling out of you. with a vicious tongue, she won’t stop fucking your pretty little hole with her skilled muscle, thumb stroking your clit with divine purpose. 

“shitttt, oh fuck me, god i— i hate you, violet.” but it’s only because you feel the band slipping, the tightly wound knot read to snap if she doesn’t stop. violet doesn’t, in fact she slips another finger in your sickening, wet warmth as she curls her fingers just perfectly. 

hitting right where she needs to with a skilled flick of her wrist. 

“do that again— shit, just like, oh right there.” 

“c’mon prodigy, be a good girl and come for me, come all over my face and show me.” 

jesus, do you serve your worst. 

it felt like too much, too quickly, before you could even stop it there’s a squelching sound filling the room as you coat her scarred lip, her nose, those freckled cheeks in every ounce of cum. 

chants of her name roll off your tongue before you can stop them as she sucks over your sensitive nub, coaxing you through your high, waiting until you come down before she removes her fingers from your pussy. 

vi swears she hears your cunt whine her name the second she removed herself but maybe that was just you. 

“suck, babygirl.” 

giving into her command, you take the push of her fingers as they kiss the back of your throat, relaxing your jaw as your tongue swirls around the digits until they’re completely clean. 

sliding your leg off her shoulder as the loss of her support nearly causes you to stumble. 

“where do you have a spare? i know you have one, somewhere.” violet smirks, her tone anything but forgiving as she feels triumphant when it comes to you and your impending will. 

“that— over um, there, the first locker. number one.” 

you watch her as she puts in the combination you provide before she grabs one identical to your damaged one. lifting your leg to place you through the opening before you assist her by doing the other one yourself, sliding the material up your leg. 

you thought she was being kind but you feel the mess between your thugs push up against the thin spandex, and she does the pleasure of pushing against the material again, making contact with your pussy that simply can’t stop fluttering for more. 

“when you go out there, i want you to think about me. how good my fingers feels fucking you into oblivion. the way my tongue fucks that pretty hole of yours. every way you chanted my name, those hips unable to stop riding my goddamn face—” she leans down, lips pressed against your ear before she whispers, “remember that no one on this planet will ever fuck you the way i can.” 

a kiss to your cheek sears you as you're too stunned to speak, tragically slumped against the wall but quickly being led out as she guides you back through the front doors, onto the court. she wishes you luck, turning her back as she heads towards the exit. 

“oh, this is just the fucking beginning.”

violet smirks but holds up three fingers as she blows a kiss to you. 

the three she just fucked you with.

[nottslove]

THE OTHER GUYS (part two) → part one.

Pairing: theo nott x malfoy reader

Warnings: VERY VERY LONG!!!!! 18+, mdni, smut, some fluff, a bit of angst, draco's little sister, brother's bsf, mean theo, dirty talk, oral, m. receiving, choking, gagging, heavy cursing, drug use (theo smoking), corruption kink, degrading, praising, google-translated italian, porn with plot, obsessive/possessive theo, innocent reader, inexperienced reader x very experienced theo, lowercaps intended. SMUT UNDER THE CUT!!

Summary: theo goes back to ignoring you at hogwarts, and you have no idea why, so this time, you find another way to grab his attention...

Author's note: this is a part two to the other girls→ part one. i would recommend reading part one, but if you don't, that's okay too. i decided to write a part two to this since a lot of people asked me to, and as a big, big thank you for 900+ notes on part one. so, thank you so much guys!! i hope you enjoy this.

THEODORE Nott was an asshole. You had come to realize that the hard way. All your life, you had loved him, put him on a pedestal, making excuses for his faults and habits, your love for him completely blinding you from seeing anything else but perfection.

Not anymore. Ever since the little moment you shared at Christmas, he had been completely ignoring you. Not even like before, where he'd give you a little nod or greeting.

No, he pretended like you didn't even exist.

Any time you'd approach him, he'd walk right past you, pretending you were invisible. And when you began following him around, trying to get his attention, you heard one of his friends ask him why you were suddenly following him around.

"Looks like you've got yourself an admirer," Mattheo jested, pointing to your figure trailing behind Theo's. "I think Malfoy's little sister's got a crush on you..."

"What a fucking baby," he drawled arrogantly, making all his friends laugh when he rudely told you to leave him alone and stop following him around. "Go away, Baby Malfoy, and stop fucking stalking me. It's creepy."

His friends howled with laughter— it was a good thing Draco wasn't there, or else he would have beaten Theo to the pulp.

Your eyes welled up as you stood there frozen, unable to move. Your gray eyes filled with tears, and your lips puckered into a pout. The red, hot sensation of humiliation coursed through your veins, and your fingers began to tremble slightly.

Your blonde curls framed your face perfectly, and you wore a white, pleated skirt and a baby pink button-up sweater, which made you look like a doll— especially with your proper, white, thigh-high stockings you wore underneath, paired with your rose-gold pumps.

"Aww, look Nott, you made her cry," Berkshire commented, noticing the way the tears balanced in your eyes.

Theo moved closer to you, his tall frame towering over yours as he looked into your eyes with his merciless, dark blue ones.

"Poor Baby Malfoy," Theo scoffed. "Such a fucking cry-baby... Can't even take a fucking joke."

His friends guffawed, making you feel worse, and a tear spilled down your cheek as you glared at Theo with as much hatred as you could muster.

"I hate you," you said quietly, loud enough for only Theo to hear your words, before you sniffled and wiped your tears with the back of your hand. "Don't you dare ever come near me again."

And without waiting for Theo's witty retort, you turned on your heel and walked away, holding back the tears that threatened to spill down your cheeks.

You meant it. Every word.

No longer were you going to make excuses for his bad behavior— it was time for you to move on.

Sure, you had loved Theo since you were three, but he was no longer the same person.

Seasons change, and so do people.

Still, his public rejection stung, deflating your ego by a sizeable chunk.

Now you didn't care about Theo's attention any more. You had given him your time, attention and love, and he had rejected it, ridiculing you and embarrassing you in front of all his friends.

But once things mulled over, and you tried to force your feelings for Theo away, you realized things weren't that easy.

You still loved him.

It wasn't possible to get rid of feelings that had manifested in you for years and years, growing with time instead of fading away.

And Theo??

Well, he'd continued his life as if your feelings meant nothing to him. As if you meant nothing to him.

It exasperated you. It hurt you.

Watching him hang around with several different girls every day, pretending you did not exist.

As the approaching Hogsmeade weekend drew nearer, you found yourself constantly being asked out by other guys.

You rejected the first two, wanting to go out only with Theo, and no one else.

And then it hit you.

Why were you moping over someone who didn't care if you existed or not??

You were the only one losing out.

And so, when the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain asked you out, you said yes, desperate to drive a particular Slytherin with dark blue eyes away from your mind.

But that wasn't your only intention. Perhaps a small part of you said yes to Roger Davies was so that Theo would notice you, and feel an ounce of the jealousy you felt when you saw him with other girls.

Roger was the perfect gentleman. He held doors open for you, gave you his jacket even though you told him you weren't too cold, pulled out your chair for you, paid for your meal, and even kept his arm respectfully at your waist.

There was just one problem.

He wasn't Theo.

All throughout your date, your gaze would slide away to Theo, looking at the two girls that sat on either side of him in a cozy booth, with his hands possessively at their hips, a cigarette hanging from his lips.

He, of course, was so enamored with his harlots, as you liked to call them, that he paid no attention to you and Roger.

And even when he spotted Roger walking you back, he said nothing.

And though you'd describe your date as perfect in every other aspect, when Roger asked you if you would like to hang out a second time, you told him you would think about it.

But there was no thinking about it. It was evident, Theo was the only one you wanted.

Roger was the guy you deserved, the guy who deserved you, who made you feel like a queen, a princess.

He just wasn't Theo.

The next morning, you were completely surprised to see Roger unharmed.

It confused you, seeing as normally, Theo would beat up every boy who would ask you out.

It irked you, why he hadn't touched Roger, though you felt like a horrible person wishing for a perfect gentleman like Roger to get beaten up for no reason.

Whilst you watched Theo from afar, moving on with his life, you realized he simply didn't care.

And so, when the next Hogsmeade visit came around, Roger asked you out again, and you agreed, this time, fully intending to enjoy yourself with Roger.

With that open mindset, you realized he was a wonderful person. He was smart, funny, entertaining and handsome— perfect.

You enjoyed your second date a lot more, and slowly, you found yourself opening your doors to the idea of falling for Roger.

For Valentine's day, he even sent you a bouquet of the most exotic flowers, a mix of both tropical and garden flowers.

The old you would have cast a glance towards the Slytherin table, trying to see Theo's reaction, but the new you didn't care.

Your eyes locked with Roger's across the Great Hall, and he winked at you, causing you to blush, giggle and smile.

Little did you know, this little, sweet exchange had been caught by Theo's dark blue eyes.

The only reason you were dating Roger now was because Theo hadn't landed that bastard in the Hospital wing, and he hadn't done this because he never saw Roger Davies as a real threat.

However, when his eyes caught the way you blushed and giggled when the fucktard had winked, he knew he had to step in before your feelings for the Ravenclaw grew.

You had zero knowledge of Theo's plan. In fact, you had almost forgotten about the Slytherin completely, you found yourself daydreaming about Roger quite often.

You could say that you had begun to catch feelings for the Quidditch Captain. After all, who wouldn't?

He was perfect. In every, single way.

This time, it was you who asked Roger if he would like to go to Hogsmeade with you, and he laughed.

"I thought it was obvious that we were going together.." he chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Oh," you replied, feeling rather dumb.

"Merlin, you're so cute," the older wizard replied, gently kissing your nose. "I'll pick you up in the courtyard at five, alright?"

You were there at the courtyard, beside the fountain ten minutes to five.

And when five rolled around, Roger was nowhere to be seen.

Still, you waited for a little longer, wondering if something had perhaps held him up.

At six, still no Roger.

You didn't know what forced you to stay outside, perhaps you lost track of time, or perhaps you accepted the reality that Roger had stood you up.

You waited until after dark.

It started raining.

Your spirits had been dampened along with your clothes. All the effort you had taken to get ready— gone.

You could barely distinguish between the tears on your face and the rainwater that had drenched you.

It was dinner time, but you weren't hungry for anything but answers— why had Roger stood you up??

You got your answer when you were face to face with your unconscious boyfriend after Luna Lovegood led you to the hospital wing.

He was injured— badly. He had a black eye, a split lip and bruises all over his face, neck and hands. Madam Pomfrey also informed you that he sported three broken ribs and a cracked jaw.

Roger awoke the next morning. When you heard the news, you instantly rushed to the Hospital Wing, to check on him, ask him if he was alright.

You didn't expect him to break up with you.

"But, why?" you asked softly, you lower lip jutting out into a pout as your eyes began to water.

It had hurt. So fucking much.

"I'm really sorry... You're an amazing girl, and I really, really like you, but I don't want to end up here again... Nott said if I come near you again, he'd kill me.."

You froze.

"He said what?" your throat was dry, your voice hoarse— you simply couldn't believe your ears.

"Excuse me, I'm going to have a word with him!" you said angrily, filled with sudden rage from an unknown source.

With that, you stormed off.

As usual, you found Theo and his friends in their usual hangout spot, the dungeons, outside the common room, where they all got together and smoked.

Before he could notice your arrival, let alone say anything, you barged past his friends and raised your hand, connecting your palm with his cheek.

A satisfying smack sounded, and the tips of your fingers burned— you really had slapped him hard.

His friends oohed and aahed, and Theo shot them all a glare, rendering them silent.

"Fuck off," he told his friends, making a dismissing signal with two of his fingers, and you softened slightly, remembering how he had touched you with those fingers, how he had curled them to reach that spot that made you see stars.

However, with the way he shrugged, looking absolutely unbothered, all your anger for him suddenly came back.

"I hate you!" you growled, lifting your hand again to slap him, trying to get a rise out of him, a reaction— anything!

Before her palm connected with his face, Theo's quick reflexes ensured his fingers clasped around you wrist firmly, stopping your movements.

"Is there a reason for this sudden loss of temperament, Doll?" he drawled, drawing out a breath that was polluted with cigarette smoke.

"Why'd you do that to Roger?" you asked, wrenching your hand away from his grasp, your jaw clenched.

You didn't know what you were expecting, in all honesty, but it surely wasn't Theo acknowledging his mistake and apologizing.

Of course, he played clueless. Leaning back, he slouched against the wall, taking a drag of his cigarette and letting out a puff of smoke that made you cough.

"You'll need to be more specific, Baby," Theo drawled, gently rubbing your cheek with the back of his ringed fingers.

You hated the effect he had on you. You hated the fact that you became putty the moment he laid a single finger on you.

This time, you didn't cave in— you knew his game.

"Don't fucking touch me!" you hissed, slapping his hand away, though the echoes of his touch still lingered. "Why did you beat Roger up? What did he ever do to you?"

Theo's jaw clenched, obviously with the way you seemed so intent on fighting for Roger.

"I'm protecting you," Theo remarked. "As your older brother's best friend— you don't know what kind of guy he is..."

"Oh, and you do?" you asked, placing your hands on your hips. "Enlighten me, Nott, what kind of guy is Roger?"

The Nott boy only seemed more enraged by your question; it was evident in the way his nostrils flared the slightest bit, and how he held on to the cigarette with slight aggression...

"He's only using you. You don't see it, but he just wants to get in your pants," Theo seethed, taking a step closer to you and towering over your presence with his tall, dominating figure. "He wants to claim your virginity, like he's done with so many other girls before."

Theo's words hit you like a tidal wave. This time, your hand lifted up by its own accord and slapped Theo across the face again, and you felt the tips of your ears heat up with the anger that flooded through you.

"And you don't?" you found yourself biting back, unsure of where this newfound courage came from. "You think you're any different? Using me to get your dick hard then ignoring me for months?"

Your voice was hoarse as you laid the blatant truth out there, and your anger had turned to sadness and betrayal, and most of all— hurt. Tears pricked at your eyes, but you didn't relent. You continued to stare at Theo with utter hatred in your eyes.

But you were oblivious to his stares, to the way his fists balled up until the veins in his forearms protruded.

You kept on speaking, laying out all your feelings, once and for all, tears spilling down your pretty cheeks.

"Roger has never once placed a hand below my waist, never once made me feel unwanted, never, never, never—" you continued, your voice breaking slightly, as you spoke, overwhelmed by all the emotion.

"You just had to go and ruin my fucking life, the moment I started to fall for him—"

At this, a small sob slipped past your lips. You liked this guy, you really, really liked him, and Theo had ruined it all for you.

Theo's gaze had darkened the moment you said these words, and it was his turn to launch into a monologue.

"If I can't fucking have you, then no one else can," he growled darkly, pressing you to the wall and domineering himself over you, casting a shadow on your petite frame. "Are we fucking clear?"

You weakly pushed him away, his words causing your knees to buckle slightly as all the fight left you.

"You don't want me— you made that clear enough already," you accused, your voice cracking as you try to dodge out of his grasp. "And I should have seen it earlier, but I was just too blinded by my love for you!" your voice grows slightly higher in pitch, and you didn't realize what you'd just said until it was too late.

Realization flickered in Theo's dark blue gaze for a brief moment, before it faded away.

"You think I don't fucking want you?" he replied hoarsely, sounding far too pained by the way he was the cause for your tears, for your despair, when he had spent the brunt of his Hogwarts years hitting everyone who had ever hurt you behind your back.

"You think it was fucking easy?? Having to hear your pretty little moans when you came all over my fucking hand, and not being able to do more?" he growled, grabbing your jaw in his one hand and upturning it slightly, forcing you to look at him.

You stood frozen, not knowing where he was going with this. "You think I enjoy it, watching Roger touch what's mine?"

A tear spilled down your cheeks as you stifled a sob, but you said nothing, too frozen in place to do anything but listen to his words.

"Ever since Christmas...." he breathed, releasing your jaw, caging you in between his arms as he leaned in closer to you, until you could smell his aftershave. "Ever since Christmas, I've been trying to get that image of you out of my mind... Spread all over my lap as you drench my fucking fingers— moaning my name..."

You visited that night frequently too, when you had your fingers between your thighs at night, getting yourself off whilst imagining Theo's dark, intense stare.

He held in a sharp intake of breath, shaking his head. "Wanna know how I jerk off to that image every, single fucking night? How I imagine being the first to fill that pretty, little hole of yours?"

His words awakened all the previous feelings you had for him, and you found yourself shivering slightly as you clenched your thighs together, feeling your panties dampen slightly.

If Theo noticed, he didn't say a word— he was still continuing to speak. "Been thinking about you nonstop, since that night," he confessed, his voice taking up a low, dulcet tone as he leaned in, nose brushing your neck as he inhaled your scent. "About how you'd look, spread all over my bed as you moan my fucking name," he rumbled.

You let out a small whimper at his words, pressing your lips together, and you could feel his words affecting you as the slick between your thighs grew.

Him being so close didn't help either.

"But I can't have you, Doll," he breathed, lips dipping slightly to brush against your neck as you felt him inhale again. "Your brother would kill me... That's why I had to ignore you, make you hate me so you'd stop following me around, stop looking at me with hopeful eyes..." He paused, and his expression looked pained, like he couldn't bear to confess his thoughts and feelings.

"But then you got with that other guy, and God.... seeing you with Davies was fucking hard— at first, I tried to convince myself he was the right choice for you, but I couldn't do it— I was too fucking selfish to let anyone else have you..."

You felt the tears spill down your cheeks and you suppressed a small sob, at the rush of emotions that flooded through you at his admissions.

"You're a coward," you accused him, your voice laced with a slight whine. "And you made me feel like it was my fault— all because you didn't have the fucking courage to be a man—"

Those words were Theo's breaking point, and you heard him growl. He didn't let you finish as he dragged you to the nearest empty classroom and locked the door, away from prying eyes and nosy stares.

"Didn't have the fucking courage to be a man, huh?" Theo echoed, mocking your previous words as he towered over you, firmly gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him.

You took a step back, your back colliding with the door as you met his gaze. The soft look in his eyes was gone, replaced by a glare that questioned your audacity to question his masculinity.

He wasn't thrilled. You always, always managed to get on his nerves, whether it was with your mouth, or with some outfit you donned, that always made you look so fucking adorable.

"I'll have you know, I'm more of a man than that stupid Ravenclaw of yours will ever be," he rumbled, and the look in his eyes told you he was fucking pissed.

"I don't think so," you hissed, turning around and fidgeting with the lock of the door, trying to open it and escape the prison Theo had put you in.

He harshly grabbed your arm and turned you around, until your back collided with the door as he glared at you, jaw clenched, placing a hand on either side, effectively caging you in with no escape. "No, no, not gonna work like that, Doll— you're not going anywhere..."

You could feel your teeth clap together as you stared at him angrily, yet at the same time, the tips of your ears turned red, and the sinking feeling in your stomach told you that you were trapped.

"Not until you let me prove exactly how much better I am than Davies..."

You crossed your arms over your chest, refusing to listen to him. It was at this point that you could see exactly how manipulative he was, trying to keep you tethered to him, refusing to you to love anyone else but him, yet not giving you any love in return.

"I can give you a few points," you replied cattily, your words aiming to wound him just as much as he had hurt you. "One, he isn't a coward. Two, he knows what he wants. Three—"

Theo didn't let you get to three.

Before you began speaking, he had already snapped his hips forward, and a surprised gasp left you as he quickly wrapped a hand around your neck, announcing that he was clearly the one in control in this room and asserting his dominance.

"Three, he has a much smaller dick," Theo snapped abruptly, driving his hips forwards slightly, rutting into you so you could feel exactly how big he was, how hard he was underneath his trousers.

You could feet his bulge pressing into your stomach, right above your core, where you needed it the most.

Nott took advantage of your momentarily shocked state to dip his head low, until his lips brushed against your ear.

"You feel that, Doll? See how big it is? It's gonna fucking ruin you..." he rumbled, rolling his lips slightly forward, making you whimper slightly as you clenched your thighs.

You said nothing, your eyes fluttering shut as you bit your lip to silence your tiny, desperate whines.

A cruel chuckle left his lips at your silence, which only fueled his enjoyment.

"Cat got your tongue?" he drawled, his ringed fingers sliding underneath your skirt and gripping the back of your thigh, cold rings searing into your warm skin.

"Where's the fucking smart mouth of yours?" he mocked, teeth grazing against your collarbone, eliciting a small moan from you as his cologne and aftershave flooded your senses.

His words triggered a sudden urge in you to prove him wrong. "Fuck you," you spat.

That was all it took for his hand to grip your throat and force you down to your knees, leaving no room for arguments or protests.

You gasped, too stunned to to anything but remain frozen to the floor, in utter shock.

"Let's put that pretty little mouth to better use," he grunted, using his hand on your neck to bring you closer, causing your nose to collide with his groin. "Show me what a good girl you can be and maybe, just maybe I'll reward you..."

You knew what he was asking for. But your blood tingled with nervousness, and your mouth ran dry.

You had no idea how to do this— you'd never done it before.

And Theo knew. Still, he looked at you with mock surprise, dark blue gaze boring into you, as if he were waiting for you to say something to challenge his authority.

"Is something the matter, Doll?" he drawled, playing clueless to your inexperience.

Theo was in control here, he was pulling every string, and you knew it.

You nodded, looking up at him, heat pooling in your stomach. "I d-don't— I've never... I don't know how—"

You were stuttering, so nervous.

Panic filled you at the situation you had gotten yourself into, staring up at Theo with your wide, silvery eyes and perfectly pouty, glossed lips.

He chuckled softly, and for a moment, brief tenderness flickered in his dark blue gaze.

Well, since you used your words and asked so nicely..." he trailed off, rubbing your cheek with the back of his hand. "I'll go easy on you just this once, Principessa, since it's your first time..."

You swallowed thickly, every touch of his driving you insane. It irked you, how one moment he could be so mean and cruel, and the next, he was all sweet smiles and soft caresses.

"Take my pants off," he instructed, slight affection lacing his tone.

You looked up at him, for a brief moment before your hands drifted up on their own, fingers unbuttoning his pants and pulling down his zip, which was rather difficult seeing as his pants were completely stretched out by the size of his hardened girth.

"Good girl," he praised, thumb pressing softly against your lower lip. "Now the boxers."

The soft pad of his thumb smudged your lip gloss, as your fingers hooked around the waistband of his boxers, and your mouth ran dry as you slowly began tugging them down, trembling slightly with nervousness.

A hitch blistered in your throat when you saw Theo's dick for the first time, and Merlin— he wasn't kidding when he said it would fucking ruin you.

It sprang free from his boxers, slapping against his stomach and making him emit a quiet hiss from his lips. Beads of precum slid down the veiny length to his balls, and you were rendered speechless once more, your mouth completely dry.

Your dumbfounded expression only caused Theo to chuckle softly, gently patting the side of your face with his hand.

"Who knew, all it took was a little dick to keep that pretty little mouth quiet, hmm?" he muttered. "Per me è una vera sgualdrina…"

His large hand wrapped around his girth, and he gave his cock a few pumps quietly hissing in pleasure.

"Take me in your hands now, come on, Principessa, don't be shy..." he cooed, encouraging you to relax for him a little.

You nodded, tentatively bringing your one hand to wrap around the base of his length, clenching your thighs when he moaned loudly, not even hiding his desire for you.

"Fuck— proprio così..." he rasped, and you could feel him throbbing in your hand, as you slowly ran your fingers down his length, tracing over his every vein.

He guided the tip to your lips, slowly dragging the pink flesh across your plump lips, causing your lip gloss to smudge and mingle with his precum.

"Apri la bocca, open up that pretty mouth for me, Doll—" he murmured, and his other hand flew to the back of your neck as he led your head closer, rings pressing into your warm skin and causing you to shiver.

As you looked up at him, you could see the quiet traces of pleasure that laced his features as he guided his cock to your mouth, and you suddenly had the unwavering urge to please him, make him forget all those other girls.

Your lips parted, and the slightly salty taste of his precum grazed against your tongue as the tip of his dick filled your mouth.

"Good girl," he praised, tapping your cheek twice, "wrap those pretty lips around me— fuck, just like that..."

Once you got used to having him in your mouth, your tongue lightly traced over the tip of his lick, causing him to nearly buck his hips into your mouth.

"Now suck—" he grunted. "Fuck Doll, it's not gonna fit, use both hands..."

You brought both your hands to grip the base of his cock as you slowly began so suck, your pinky finger grazing against his balls, drawing out his pleasure.

Curses spewed from his lips in both English and Italian, which only fueled you to do better, and you pressed your head further down, trying to take more of him into your mouth.

As you sucked, your tongue pressed against the sensitive underside of his cock, and Theo was doing everything in his power to hold himself back from losing control and mercilessly fucking your mouth.

"Shit— shit, baby girl— doing so fucking well— you look so Goddamn perfect with my cock filling your pretty little mouth—" he groaned, fist tightening in your hair as he rutted his hips into your mouth, causing the tip of his cock to press against the back of your throat.

You gagged, tears springing to your eyes, and the sight was enough to make Theo almost cum in your mouth.

"Now bob your head, up and down, just like that," he instructed, using the hand at the back of your neck and his grip on your hair to guide your movements before allowing you to resume control.

Saliva dribbled down your chin in masses, and tears streamed down your cheeks with every time his cock hit the back of your throat. You choked and gagged, and every little sound you made was driving Theo insane.

Sweat beaded at your forehead, and your baby hairs clung to your brow, and you slid your teary gaze up to meet his eyes, and that was the moment Theo died internally.

He had thought of you so many times like this, touched himself at the thought of branding you as his personal slut, his personal fucktoy.

He had longed to cover your pretty little tongue with his thick seed, fill that mouth of yours, and this sight before him was a dream come true.

"Fuck— fuck— Doll, I'm so close," he rasped, bucking his lips into your mouth involuntarily, causing you to gag again, and another wad of saliva slid down your chin and dripped down your neck. "Doing so good—"

He had lost all ability to even look at the sight before him, head thrown back against the wall with a soft thud, eyes closed tightly, his stomach rising and falling with his irregular breathing.

He couldn't concentrate on anything except your warm, wet mouth around his cock, bringing him closer to release and sending his mental state into spirals.

"I'm gonna cum inside your mouth," he warned you, but you didn't relent. "Cazzo, cazzo, Principessa— mi ucciderai..."

Before you knew it, his thighs shook slightly, and the salty taste of his cum hit your tongue, as he filled his mouth with your seed.

He shivered as your cheeks stretched slightly, accumulating his release before they emptied, and a sharp moan of desire left his lips when you swallowed as much as you could, the rest dripping down your chin.

He pulled his dick out with a soft pop, but you didn't let go, not yet. You licked your lips, and ran your tongue across the length of his cock, cleaning every bit of the sinful mess the two of you created.

He tried to calm down, to regulate his breathing, and once he composed himself, he instantly pulled up his pants, sliding his belt back into place.

Then, he crouched down to where you were on the floor, still on your knees, eyes closed and trying to breathe evenly, trying to ignore your obvious need for him between your thighs.

You opened your eyes when you felt Theo softly hold on to your shoulders.

"Are you okay, Baby girl?" he murmured softly, using his tie to slowly wipe the mess on your chin and neck, lips softly brushing against your forehead. "God— you did so well for me, looked so fucking pretty on your knees for me—"

You nodded, basking in the golden glory of his praise, letting him pamper you just a little. His hands straightened your clothes out, and your hair, with tender touches, and you were surprised to see this side of Theo that came out just for you, and only for you.

His large hands softly cupped your cheeks as he made you look into his eyes, searching for any signs of injury or discomfort.

"Can I kiss you, pretty girl?" he breathed softly, his nose brushing against yours.

You nodded, and his lips connected with yours, engaging you in a liplock that was both passionate and lustful, his lips worshipping yours and causing you to let out a soft moan.

Theo softly chuckled once more, hand drifting to your inner thigh, underneath your skirt.

"You need me, Doll?" he whispered huskily, fingers gently grazing over your sensitive folds over the thin, soaked fabric of your panties, causing you to let out a soft whimper.

He kissed you again, helping you to your feet, allowing you to grip him for balance. His lips brushed against yours ever so softly.

"You deserve a reward for that, did so fucking good," he promised, tucking a strand of hair behind your ears. "How about you go freshen up, and I'll see you tonight outside the room of requirement, hmm?

"Okay," you murmured, clearing your throat as the blush on your features grew darker.

And as you opened the door, you heard Theo's voice call after you.

"And don't hang out with other guys..."

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— under their noses — their favorite video of you

a series made by © luvbabydoll

soap – the innocent act

favorite video: you in a tiny pleated skirt, white knee-high socks, and a soft, oversized sweater slipping off one shoulder. you twirl a lollipop between your lips, eyes wide and coy as you giggle into the camera.
soap eats that shit up. it’s the contrast that kills him—the way you start all sweet, like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing, before you slowly sink to your knees, the lollipop popping out of your mouth as you whisper something downright filthy.

the video

soap’s gripping his phone in one hand, staring like a man possessed. the video starts simple—just you sitting on the edge of your bed, swinging your legs like some sweet little thing, twirling that lollipop around like you don’t have a damn clue.

"i was just thinking about you," you whisper, lips curling into a smirk. "you think about me too, don’t you? all the time?"

soap exhales through his nose, already too fucking into it.

you tilt your head, eyes shining. "bet you like seeing me like this. all cute and sweet. but you don’t really want that, do you?"

the way your expression shifts—from innocent to knowing—sends a thrill down his spine. he shifts in his seat, running a hand through his hair, muttering, “fuckin’ hell.”

he’s ruined when you finally drop the act, slipping the lollipop from your lips, dragging your fingers down your body, voice dipping into something sinful.

yeah. this one’s gonna stick with him.

gaz – the soft, intimate tease

favorite video: you in nothing but an oversized hoodie—maybe even an SAS one (which he likes to imagine is his)—laying in bed, the camera propped up like you just woke up and couldn’t help yourself. gaz is obsessed with the intimacy of it. it’s not over-the-top; it’s slow, teasing, like you’re speaking just to him. it makes it feel personal—like you want him more than anyone else watching.

the video 
gaz shouldn’t be watching this. he really shouldn’t—not at base, not when the others are nearby, but the second he saw the preview, he had to.

the video opens with you laying on your stomach, propped up on your elbows, face half-hidden by the sleeve of a hoodie that looks way too big on you.

"couldn’t sleep," you murmur, voice soft, teasing. you stretch lazily, letting the hoodie slip just enough to show the curve of your shoulder. "kept thinking about you."

gaz swallows hard. jesus christ.

the way you drag it out—fingertips barely skimming down your stomach, that sleepy, knowing smile on your lips—drives him insane. it’s like you’re enjoying keeping him waiting. he shifts in his seat, heart hammering, as you finally dip your hand lower, voice a breathy sigh—

"fuckin’ hell," gaz mutters under his breath, scrubbing a hand down his face. he slams his phone face down, staring at the ceiling like it’s gonna save him.

(he picks it back up exactly ten seconds later.)

ghost – anonymous tease

favorite video: no face—just your body, laid out on silk sheets, wrists tied above your head with soft ribbons. the camera lingers on every curve, every squirm, every soft gasp that slips past your lips. ghost likes the mystery. the anonymity. the power play. he likes to imagine you left like that—waiting, wanting, helpless beneath someone who’s taking their time. It fuels something deep and dark in him.

the video 
ghost watches in silence, mask pulled up just enough for him to rest his fingers against his lips, eyes locked onto the screen. the angle is deliberate—your face is hidden, just the soft, desperate shift of your body in silk bindings.

you test them—wrists flexing, thighs pressing together, a little sound escaping your lips.

"i don’t know how much longer i can take it," you murmur, squirming.

ghost’s fingers twitch. jesus.

the slow, lazy drag of your hands against your own skin, the anticipation thick enough to choke on—it’s exactly what he likes. controlled, teasing, just enough to drive him insane.

he exhales sharply through his nose when you whisper, "maybe you like seeing me like this… helpless, waiting. Needing someone to take care of me."

fucking hell.

he closes the video with a sharp exhale. he’s not watching another one tonight. (he is—but that’s beside the point.)

price – the one where you talk

favorite video: it’s not about what you’re doing—it’s about what you’re saying. it’s you, looking straight into the camera, telling him exactly what you want, in full, explicit detail. price isn’t here for the over-produced, aesthetic stuff—he likes the realness, the way you talk like you’re teasing himdirectly. he likes the confidence in your voice.

the video:
price leans back in his chair, one arm resting on the armrest, thumb stroking his lower lip as he watches. he doesn’t rush—just sits there, listening, as you start speaking."you’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you?"

his lips twitch. damn right, he has.

"bet you’d love to have me right now. to hear me beg, to see how bad i want it."

you drag it out, voice slow, teasing, confident. price’s jaw tightens as you go on, laying out exactly what you’d do for him, how you’d take your time, how you wouldn’t stop until…

christ. he huffs out a quiet laugh, shaking his head.

the best part? he can tell you mean it. it’s not some empty, fake performance—it’s you, speaking like you know exactly how wrecked you’re making him.

he closes the video after a moment, letting out a slow breath.

(he replays it before bed. once. maybe twice.)

when they find out each other’s favorites

soap, gaz, and ghost are drinking one night, passing a bottle between them, when the topic comes up.

“alright,” gaz says, already a little tipsy, “be honest. what’s the best one?”

soap groans, rubbing a hand down his face. “mate, don’t.”

“c’mon, c’mon,” he urges, grinning. “i know you’ve got a favorite.”

soap hesitates. then, finally— “...the skirt one.”

gaz gawks. “seriously? the one where she’s all—” he pitches his voice higher. “oh no, i’m just a sweet little thing, don’t look at me like that.”

soap kicks him. “shut the fuck up.”

gaz laughs—until ghost mutters, “the tied-up one.”

they both stare.

soap raises his hands. “aye, mate, what the fuck?”

ghost just shrugs. “s’good.”

gaz looks traumatized. “you’re insane.”

then, price strolls in, casual as anything. “you lot still talkin’ about that?”

soap eyes him suspiciously. “what about you, old man? what’s your pick?”

price just smirks. “the one where she talks.”

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

actually mamoru chiba had the most insane drip of any anime character

[shawoluvs]

👗 Minho & Jinki in skirts 👗 > 👖 Key & Taemin in pants 👖

[noctiva]

Obsessed with your writing oh my god could you do alternative reader meeting Toby at a concert and they end up fucking in the bathroom

this spoke to me in ways I cannot describe. I had an a similar thought on my idea list so I just had to write this

this might’ve been nastier than you were hoping I’m sorry I got carried away LMAOAOAO

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The Afterparty

Toby Rogers x F!Reader [NSFW!]

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WC: 9.7k

Summary: You came to this concert for the same reason you always did - to listen to good music, and have a good time. Little did you know, the main event would be long after the show was over.

CW: 18+ content, explicit sexual content, unsafe sex, semi-public sex, exhibitionism lowkey, biting, dry humping, oral sex (female receiving), Toby’s a little shit, lowkey coercion but it’s not that deep, mentions of breeding, creampie, filthy shit, getting fucked in a grimy bathroom, rough handling, dirty talk, salirophilia, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, almost fully clothed sex, big dick toby bc duh

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NSFW under the cut! Minors do not interact!

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The bathroom you find yourself in is hot and stuffy.

There’s graffiti on the walls, grimy smudges on the mirror you’re gazing at yourself in, and the floors are suspiciously sticky. It’s… Gross, to say the least, but it’s the only place in the damn establishment that had a mirror - and you had just smudged your eyeliner.

It’s a Friday night. The venue you stand in is one that you’ve frequented multiple times now, having the layout practically memorized. Through the door, you can hear the rhythmic thump of drums and bass guitar stemming from the opening band that you knew was on stage right now. It sucked that you were missing it, but you didn’t spend two hours at home making sure your makeup was perfect only to fuck it up before the main act even came on.

Why did you care so much? You weren’t sure. Maybe you had the vain hope that you’d catch one of the band members’s eyes, and they’d invite you backstage after the show. Even better, maybe they’d invite you to their tour bus.

You didn’t think it was an insane fantasy. You looked nice. Sexy, even. Donned in all black with ripped fishnets hugging your plush thighs, the alluring glint of metal from the piercings in your lips and nose, and platforms tall enough to intimidate. A practical concert outfit? Definitely not. But a cute one? Bingo.

You breathe out a soft sigh before wetting your thumb with saliva and using it to wipe away some of the smudged eyeliner marking up your cheekbone. Your eyes were lined in heavy black, as were your lips, hair teased and styled with enough hairspray to suffocate a man.

You take a step back, smoothing out the black pleated skirt that hugged your hips - analyzing your reflection in the mirror. It’s alright, I suppose. You think to yourself, before doing a little turn for good measure, just to make sure nothing about you was array. Only once you were decently satisfied, did you finally step away.

Boots clicking against the bathroom flooring, the soles sticking to the tiles with each step. You grab hold of the door handle and turn it, before stepping back out into the hustle and bustle of the show.

Where you promptly, smack right into someone.

If you weren’t wearing platforms, you probably would’ve just bumped face first into their chest - but because you are a few inches taller than normal right now, you instead end up smacking your nose right off their chin. Hard.

The pain blossoms immediately, and you let out a sharp cry of pain. Your hand flies up to clutch at your (probably about to be bruised) nose, and you can already feel the instinctive tears stinging in the corners of your eyes.

“Fucking hell-“ You hiss out, stumbling back a few steps from the impact. So disoriented, you probably would’ve completely broken your ankle in these boots and fallen straight on your ass, but luckily - the living brick wall you just smacked into reached out to grab your arm and steady you.

“Ah, sh-shit.” You hear him mutter, and when your eyes flick up his face is contorted into a grimace. Expression equal parts shocked and embarrassed. Your vision is blurry, and your nose is throbbing, but you can still make out the sight of him. Fluffy brown hair frizzed up from the humidity in the building, an eccentric looking pair orange goggles nestled within the strands. Dark eyes glinting under the glow of the neon lights coming from the stage. “Are you g-good?”

“I’ve been better.” You mutter, letting out a little groan as you rub your busted nose. You meet his eyes, and frown. “Am I bleeding?”

The man hums softly before leaning forwards a bit to examine you better in the low lighting. Immediately, you’re greeted with the thick scent of cigarettes coming off of him - bordered by the smell of some woodsy cologne. He smelled… Nice. Compared to all of the sweat slick bodies you had come into contact with beforehand.

“N-Nope.” The man answers, then leaning back again and finally releasing your arm from his grip. You hadn’t even noticed he was still holding you up until then. “But y-you’re bruising already.”

His voice is low and soft, raspy and wracked with stutters. It’s… Endearing in a strange way. It almost suits him.

You finally get a good look at him once you blink away your tears, your vision clearing to reveal a view that you wouldn’t soon forget. He stands tall even with your platforms giving you a boost, messy brown curls falling over his dark eyes. Freckles dot his cheeks and wash over the bridge of his nose - which was pierced through quite a few times. A stud in each nostril, along with a septum sitting proudly in the middle.

That wasn’t all of it either. Your eyes catch on the glint of a dermal placed high on his cheekbone, then dropping lower to appreciate the sight of a spiked pair of snakebites adorning his bottom lip.

You almost caught off guard by how entirely your type this man was. It was almost uncanny. Like he had been dropped straight from the heavens just to make your mouth go dry.

After what was probably far too long of just standing there gawking at him, you find your voice again. Clearing your throat awkwardly and crossing your arms over your chest, you finally let the words he spoke last sink into your head properly.

“Great.” You huff. “You know, I came out here to fix my makeup and now I’m gonna go back looking worse than ever.”

“N-Nah.” The man chuckles, his lips stretching into an amused grin. You notice the bandaging on his cheek and don’t comment on it, but you do notice the way it shifts in tandem with the way his face moves. “It’s w-workin’ for ya’. With this whole th-thing you got goin’ on.” He raised a hand to gesture at you lazily, before his eyes are roaming you from head to toe. He either didn’t realize how incredibly obvious he was being, or he didn’t care.

Either way, you were glad the lights were low, because you could feel a heat start rising to your cheeks.

“Well, thanks then, I guess.” You snort, throwing in a little eye roll just for good measure. He was cute, but you had dignity, so you weren’t about to start falling to his feet just because he had the most charming smile you’ve ever seen. Or, because of how the faded black t-shirt he was wearing hugged his torso just right - short sleeves exposing lean, toned arms, littered with scars that only sparked your interest more.

Definitely not because his voice made goosebumps prick up on your arms, even partially drowned out by the drone of guitars in the background. “Listen, I already missed the opener and if I want an even half-decent spot I’ve got to get going now.” He hums softly, and his eyes are still roaming you. Across your face, sweeping down your neck, and stopping at your cleavage a little too unabashedly. God, did he have no shame? “I’ll see you around? Maybe?”

You start to take a few steps away, slowly wedging open an exit from this impromptu conversation. You didn’t really want to, would much rather ogle at this fine stranger for a few minutes more, but you didn’t buy a ticket to this show just to drool over boys that simultaneously looked like deep trouble but also an incredibly good time. You bought it to listen to music. So, that’s what you’ll do.

The man gives you a nod as his eyes finally flick up to somewhere more appropriate - your eyes. And he’s looking at you like he’s trying to stare into your fucking soul, so you’re immediately shrinking back even more. There was something about him. Something off. He was charismatic, but in a way that almost felt sinister. Like it wasn’t natural. Manufactured. Purposefully trying to pull you in.

(It was working).

“H-Hopefully.” He smiles down at you, reaching a hand up to adjust the goggles nestled within his messy hair. Such a strange accessory, even for here, but it worked for him somehow. Catered to the uncanny, yet captivating aura he was shrouded in. “I-I’m Toby, in case y-you wanna find me again.” That sweet smile widens into a sly grin, revealing sharp toothy canines that make your heart jump. “Which, I’m th-thinkin’ you might.”

Oh, and he’s cocky too. Great.

“Don’t count on it.” You snort, walking backwards away from him now - growing the distance though it felt like a chore. “Bashing my nose in isn’t exactly the best first impression.”

You turn on your heel, then you’re walking back out into the crowd.

“B-But it’s memorable, right?” You hear Toby call after you, and you’re glad he can’t see your face now, because the smile that stretches across your face is something you can’t fight. Like a parasite, he wriggled his way into your brain after only a few moments of contact. Finding it hard to steer your thoughts away from him even as you wedge your way through a sea of bodies smushed together.

It was the way he had looked at you. Appreciative, but with such a heavy gaze it made your skin crawl. It was that stupid grin of his, and how each piercing lodged in his skin suited him so well it was almost annoying. It was how he talked to you, so smooth you barely even noticed the stutters. Like he had done this a million times before.

Like he knew he had gotten you good.

Maybe you had just been far too obvious. You hadn’t exactly been subtle in the way your eyes raked over him, noting and cataloging every little thing that made him a delicious sight. But god, he didn’t need to be so arrogant about it.

If only that was as much of a turn off as you wanted it to be. But, if anything, the smugness just made your blood burn hotter.

Whatever, though. Whatever. That’s not why you’re here, and you’ll probably never see him again. The crowd you were shoving through was dense - people packed together like sardines as you attempt to wiggle your way as close to the stage as possible. You had gotten here late, so you definitely weren’t getting barricade, but you knew your way around a concert well enough to at least get a decent view.

It’s hot and stuffy. Hot, slick bodies rubbing against yours each time you wriggled past another person. Your choice of attire wasn’t making it easy either, and in your head you’re apologizing to any poor souls that might’ve gotten their toes wedged under your boot.

By the time that you’re too tired to keep pushing, you’ve found an alright spot. Claustrophobic, definitely, but you didn’t think there was a single area in this venue that wasn’t right now. You got a good view of the stage, and there wasn’t some obnoxiously tall guy standing in front of you and blocking your view - so you were happy. Happy enough that you can feel that familiar concert excitement thrumming through your veins, easily blocking out thoughts of the strange man you had encountered by the bathroom.

What did he say his name was? Tony? You supposed it didn’t matter. Especially not when the stage lights came bursting to life again as the headliner started walking on stage - instruments in hand.

This is what you came here for. Cute boys be damned.

And you lose yourself in it easily. Smiling as the vibrations from the speakers make your limbs feels gooey, swaying your hips and raising your arms up high. You sing (more so scream) along to the lyrics you knew by heart until your throat went raw. Your hair getting messier and messier with each enthusiastic nod of your head.

It was a situation you had seen time and time before, but it never got old. Never stopped making you feel alive.

Your excitement only crests as the set goes on, the band blessing you with each and every one of your favourite songs. You’re giddy, buzzing, absolutely high on life. So much so, that you don’t realize you’re straying a little too far out of your personal bubble until you step back and feel the crunch of someone’s toes under your heel.

And your head might be in the clouds, but not enough to not be aware of how much that must’ve fucking hurt.

So, you twist your body around, moving as much as you can though there’s a body on every side of you - hoping to offer up a sincere apology to whoever you’ve just flattened the foot of.

But the moment you’re turning around, what comes out is something a lot different.

“Are you following me?” Because it’s Toby. Toby standing right behind you, like he had tracked you down through the sea of people - finding you in the mix like plucking a needle out of a haystack. You suppose it’s not insane to say that he just ended up there because the crowd moved him in the exact way it had moved you, but come on. This was way too much of a coincidence.

“Huh?” Toby shouts back to you over the music, leaning down close and cupping his ear with his hand to try and hear you better. There’s not even a hint of pain on his face, despite the fact that you had definitely just stomped on his toes. Unless it wasn’t him? You theme a quick look around, and no one else looks fazed either. God, this was strange.

You let out a huff before twisting your body to lean into him, your cheek brushing his hand as you speak right into his ear.

“I said, are you following me?” You repeat, to which Toby lets out an amused snort of laughter.

“F-Following you?” He snickers. “You’re the o-one who keeps b-bumpin’ into me.” You can just barely hear him over the music, but the cheekiness in his tone is still evident. “T-Told ya’ that you’d c-come find me again.”

“Not on purpose.” You snap back, eyes narrowed despite the flutter you feel in your gut. He’s so effortlessly magnetic, pulling you closer with just the heat in his eyes. The grin on his face makes him look like he thinks he’s just playing a game, but the weight of his gaze says otherwise. He wants something from you, and you know it.

And maybe you’re only annoyed because of how easily your body is caving in to the desire to give him whatever he wanted.

You didn’t know this man. The only information you had about him was his name. You’ve never been one for quick and easy hookups, but somethings telling you to try it with him.

Somethings making you so sure he’d make it worth it.

“What’cha ss-so mad for?” Toby leans down low to speak right next to your ear - for convenience sake, because of how loud it was around you - but the feeling of his breath fanning against made you feel so hot. The scent of him was circling around your head like a halo, the softness of his curls tickling your cheek due to the close proximity. “Y-You just crushed m-my toes. P-Pretty sure we’re even now.”

If Toby had to be honest, he had followed you. Trailed the sight of you through the crowd until he found you right in front of him again - hips swaying to the beat, sweat beading up on your neck from exertion. Could you blame him? You were easily the most beautiful woman in this entire damn building. Such a sweet face, but the attire hugged your body gave you bite. Not to mention, that little attitude of yours.

He was hooked, completely and utterly hooked. And if things went his way, he’d hopefully have his craving satiated by the end of the night. Kiss the lipstick off of your lips. Rip those tempting fishnets more than they already were.

Feel you. Really feel you. Even closer than you were now. Wanted to make you his, even if it was just for the night.

(He’d bet that you’d let him.)

He just had to have you. His thoughts were saturated with idea of what it would be like. He was sure you could tell, the desire was practically emanating off of him.

He was also sure, that you wanted him just as badly. He had seen the way you looked at him, almost awestruck in the way your eyes drank him in. You were just playing hard to get. All you needed was a little push, and he wasn’t afraid to get bold. “W-What’re you doing a-after the show?”

The question sends a bolt of excitement down your spine. He was so blunt. Not an ounce of shyness or shame in his body. It was a fact that made goosebumps rise on your arms. You don’t think you’ve ever been faced with a force like Toby, so unapologetic, drawing you in closer and closer until you were falling right at his feet. You were trying to stay rational, stay focused, but you could barely even hear the music playing around you anymore. Like you were submerged underwater; every sound that wasn’t his voice sounded far away and foggy.

“Nothing.” You speak back to him, the forced proximity making you sweat. You had no choice but to be nearly pressed right up to him, able to feel his heat sinking into your bones. “Why?”

You hear him chuckle in your ear, a low rumble that makes your brain feel fuzzy. He leans in a little closer, just to nose at your jaw softly before pulling back.

But not before saying;

“Y-You know why.” He doesn’t elaborate further. He doesn’t need to, and you’re left hanging in the balance as he gazes down at you with a well pleased smile on his face.

And so, he leaves it up to you. The choice of whether or not to play right into the cards he’s dealt. At this point, with your head already flooded with images of just what he’s got planned for you, it’s an easy decision. You want him, bad. Had from the first second you laid eyes on him.

You knew for a fact, that if you passed up on this, you’d be kicking yourself for years to come.

So, you don’t say anything. Instead, turning back around with a look in your eyes that told the whole story. If it didn’t, then the way you were leaning back into him definitely did.

Back pressed against his chest, a hand trailing down his arm before it came to circle around his wrist - locking him in place. No space between you now, just sweat and heat, the curve of your ass pressing against him and making him let out a hiss through his teeth.

If Toby wasn’t focused on the show before, he definitely wasn’t now. Instead he presses his face into the crook of your neck from behind and breathes in deep. You smelled like vanilla. So sweet and smooth. And when his you guide his hand to your hip and let him give a little squeeze, he finds that you’re just as soft as he’d thought you’d be.

If he had it his way, he’d just fuck you right here and now. Flip up that way too short skirt of yours, and tug your panties to the side. It was so claustrophobic, and the whole crowd was focused on the act on stage, he doubted anyone would really notice. You wouldn’t even have to be that quiet. The music would drown you out.

So tempting. So tempting that his free hand has a mind of its own, already slipping under the hem of your skirt to feel all the plush flesh hidden from him.

“Toby-“ You lean your head back to rest on his shoulder and peer up at him, your heart thudding wildly in your chest. You could just feel him getting harder behind you, the outline of his clothed cock pressed right up against you. You could tell he was big, and immediately butterflies are erupting in your stomach because of it. Of course he would be, with an attitude like that. “Be patient.”

“Th-That’s not a virtue I’m w-well versed in.” He murmurs back to you. His nose drags against your neck before he finds your ear, catching the lobe between his teeth and giving a soft nip. “B-But don’t worry, I’ll be nice.” His breath fans against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “I-I’ll fuck you in the b-bathroom, like a gentleman.”

You can’t help but let out an amused snort at his words, but the prospect does send a bolt of heat right between your thighs. Would you really go through with it? Let him have you in that grimy ass bathroom you were in not too long ago?

Beneath your skirt, he tugs at your fishnets, before releasing them so that they hit your skin with a snap. His grip on your waist tightens, then he’s pulling you back to subtly grind against him.

Yeah. You would.

You don’t think a concert has ever gone by faster for you. It’s a blur of loud music, and even louder breathing in your ear. Toby’s greedy hands wandering, getting more risky by the minute. Under your skirt, slipping between your thighs to graze against the material of your panties. Trailing upwards to tangle in your hair; cupping the back of your neck with a dizzying pressure.

By the time the last chord sounds out in the air, he’s got you dripping for it.

It’s how dirty it is. The risk. Wedged between hundreds of bodies that would notice the depravity going on if they looked away from the stage for just a second. Your thighs trembling, skin hot as he leaned in close to whisper dirty promises in your ear.

‘B-Bet this pussy tastes ss-so sweet.’

‘Gonna m-make you scream. Whole b-buildings g-gonna know who’s fucking you.’

‘I-If you thought your makeup was f-fucked up before…’

You don’t even waste time shouting for an encore. The moment the stage lights go out, you’re moving. With a hand still grasping his wrist you tug him through the crowd with a dizzying speed - weaving through all the people with more efficiency than you’ve ever managed before. You can hear him behind you, letting out amused little huffs of laughter and you can only imagine the shit eating grin on his face.

But you don’t care. You could not give less of a shit how desperate you looked right now, because that’s exactly what you were. Desperate, burning up, with an ache between your legs that could only be relieved by the man you were tugging along behind you.

Your panties were far past uncomfortable. The material soaked through and clinging to your folds, your pussy throbbing within the confines of them. Considering Toby had spent the last half hour riling you up to a maddening degree, you think that your urgency is completely warranted.

You reach the bathroom in record time, and then you’re shoving him through the door, completely ignoring the odd glances you get from some of the other patrons. Nothing else matters right now. You need his skin on yours. Properly.

“Ss-so eager.” Toby snickers as you press him up against the door once it’s shut behind the two of you, his hands immediately circling your waist and pulling you right to him. “I like th-that. It’s c-cute.” The lights in the bathroom are fluorescent, casting him in a neon green glow as he gazes down at you. He looks predatory. You’re more than happy to be prey.

“You’ve done enough talking.” You breathe out. Then, you’re shaking your arms around his neck and tugging him down towards you. Not wanting another word to be exchanged before you get your lips on his.

It’s a heated, messy, and desperate kiss. More so trying to consume one another rather than slot your lips together properly.

He’s all teeth and tongue. Nipping at your bottom lip and tugging it. Sinking his teeth in hard enough to make you gasp. Licking into your mouth with an undying fervour, his fingers clawing at your hips to try and pull you impossibly closer. You taste divine. Sweeter than sugar, just as addictive as he knew you’d be.

He knows your lipstick is probably smearing across his skin, he can taste it, but it’s the least of his worries. Especially now that you’ve started letting out the most beautiful noises, which he swallows up eagerly.

His cock had been straining against his jeans for a while now, but it’s more awake than ever as your hands snake into his hair. Tugging and scratching his scalp with those pretty painted nails of yours. His hands, wander down low. Finding a home splayed against your ass once more, this time grasping at the flesh with all the intensity he had been holding back before hand. Groping it almost harshly, kneading it in his palms as he groaned into your mouth.

“Need t-to be inside you.” He gasps against your lips, tugging you close so that you could feel just how worked up he was. Rock hard and throbbing against your stomach. The combination of his actions and words gets you even wetter. “G-God, I wanna fuckin’ r-ruin you.”

He barely gives you any time to respond, pushing himself off of the door the moment the last word leaves his lips. Then, he’s backing you up - lips on your neck the whole time he guides you into a bathroom stall. He kicks the door open with his foot and promptly nudges you inside.

And now you’re the one pinned. His hands slip under your thighs and haul you up into his arms before pressing you against the stall door. A motion that makes you let out a little squeak of surprise. His fingers dig into your skin, and then he’s back to attacking your neck again - nipping, biting, and licking every inch of skin he could get his mouth on. Rutting up against you all the while.

With your legs wrapped around his waist, you can really feel him now. The hardness of his clothed cock slotting between your thighs, dragging against your dampened core so deliciously. You try to stifle a moan by tugging at your bottom lip, but it comes spilling out anyway when his teeth sink into your shoulder. It’s just so much, so overwhelming that your body barely knows how to respond to it.

The bulge in his jeans bucking up against you so desperately, you’re half convinced he’s trying to fuck you through your clothes. The sting of his teeth scraping against your skin. His hands bearing an intensity that made your knees weak every time he touched you.

His breath against your skin, his husky groans in your ear.

It felt like he was suffocating you with his presence, and it was intoxicating.

“T-Toby-“ You gasp out right as the head of his cock presses against your clit, blooming a wave of heat that washed over your entire body. “C’mon. Give it to me.” Your hands are getting just as greedy, clawing at his shirt - feeling the shape of his muscles through the thin material. You can tell he’s built. No wonder he’s got you held up so effortlessly.

“What-“ Toby’s panting against your neck, his grip on you nearing a bruising degree. “Whatever h-happened to patience?” He murmurs, voice strained and husky. And it’s laughable that he’s even trying to play that card right now, with how he’s falling to pieces just from a little dry humping.

But, to be fair, so were you. You don’t think you’ve ever been more turned on in your life; cunt throbbing, thighs tingling, a hoard of butterflies fluttering around in your gut. You’d be surprised if you weren’t staining the front of his jeans with your slick right now.

He couldn’t feel it, due to the thickness of the material separating the two of you, but he could fucking smell it. The arousal emanating off of your pliant body, your pussy practically begging for him to sink into its wetness.

And he would, in due time.

“Don’t be a cunt.” You groan out of frustration, now moving your hips back against his to chase more of that delicious feeling. If you really had to, you could cum like this, you knew you could. The drag of his length against your throbbing core was teetering on the line between perfect, and not enough. But, it was just getting better by the minute.

The friction of his jeans against your panties, practically rubbing your cunt raw. No let up, just one buck of his hips after another, pressing against your desperate heat. He had you quivering already, thighs trembling as his nails dug into them.

Your snippy words though, give him pause. Much to your dismay, his movements halt, and then he’s pulling away from your neck to stare down at you with a look that makes you shrink backwards. He raises an eyebrow, eyes glinting with something dangerous, but just when you think you’re in trouble - he’s breaking into an amused grin.

“You’re luh-lucky I like ‘em f-feisty.” He chuckles lowly. His skin is flushed pink, hair all frizzed up and tangled from you frantically tugging at it. Even the lenses of his goggles had begun to fog up, giving visual proof of just how much heat has generated between the two of you. “I kn-knew you’d be fun.”

Then, he’s setting you back onto the ground - your knees nearly buckling once your feet come in contact with the floor once more. He keeps you steady with his hands on your hips though, but only for a few moments.

Because next, he’s spinning you around; pressing your front flush against the stall door. You gasp at the change in position, fingers searching for purchase but finding no such thing against the slippery smooth surface you’re sandwiched against.

If you weren’t literally melting in his hands right now, you might’ve complained about him smushing your face against an undoubtedly germ ridden surface. But, you don’t have a lot of time to think about it, because in the next coming moments you feel your skirt bring flipped up.

You knew it was coming, but the feeling of being exposed still made you squirm - your knees pressing together in embarrassment, as if that would shield you at all. Toby though, is nothing but appreciative, letting out a low growl as he rubs his palm against your ass cheek.

Then, unable to help himself, he gives it a light smack.

You let out a yelp of surprise that you quickly stifle, finger curling into fists against the door. It was a light hit, but the sting still persisted, just further emboldening the ache between your legs. “L-Look at that..” You hear him murmur from behind you, and you don’t have to crane your head back to know what he’s talking about.

The sight of the fat of your ass rippling on impact made his already aching cock throb. Absolutely mesermized by the sight of it, presented to him so beautifully in those soft fishnets. He does it one more time, landing a blow against the other cheek, before letting out a deep groan and sinking his fingers back into the soft flesh. “SS-So fuckin’ hot.” He mutters under his breath. “I’m g-gonna keep you like this, so you b-better get comfy.”

You’d try. It wasn’t exactly the most comfortable position. Sliding against the grimy stall door, back arched to a degree that made your hips ache. Legs trembling from the strain of keeping balanced in your boots. But then, you feel his fingers hook into the gaps of your fishnets, and your attention is directed elsewhere.

In the otherwise quiet bathroom, the sound of him ripping your tights open is loud. It rings in your ears, making your eyes widen as he exposes you completely. Tearing open a hole in your fishnets for him to slot himself into. “Th-That’s better.” He murmurs softly. “Hope you d-didn’t like these too much.”

He’s lucky you didn’t. But even if you did, you probably still would’ve let him do what he just did. He was a feral ball of desire, acting purely on impulse and need - and it was mouthwatering. Humiliating too, but that was a thought that was buried deep in the back of your mind.

Right now, all that mattered was his touch. His rough, calloused hands groping your flesh like you were putty for him to mould.

Next, his fingers hook under the waistband of the pretty black panties just barely covering your cunt, and he tugs them down in one swift motion. Not all the way off, that would be too much of a hassle, just enough to expose you in all of your sopping wet glory. “So w-wet.”

And then, he’s sinking downwards. He takes a seat on the closed lid of the toilet behind you. In your boots, you’re the perfect height - your pussy practically directly in his face once he gets comfortable. Immediately, he feels drool pool in his mouth, wetting his bandage from the inside. Because fuck, what a glorious sight.

Glistening with slick, all puffy and swollen from him grinding the roughness of his jeans against you. He can see it throb. Your cunt pulsing to the rhythm of your heartbeat.

“Toby-“ You whine softly, brows pinching together in a mixture of both frustration and embarrassment. You can’t take the weight of his eyes on you so directly. It makes your stomach twist into a knot.

“I know, I-I know.” Toby murmurs from behind you, before reaching forwards and grabbing at your ass again. Pulling the cheeks apart, exposing your dripping cunt even more. Fuck, you looked tight. He couldn’t wait to sink his cock in. “I w-wanna taste first. You g-gonna let me?”

Well, of course. You felt as if you may just combust if you don’t get any form of stimulation.

“Y-Yes, please.” You’re whimpering out, breath fogging up the surface your face is pressed pressed against. Almost pathetically, you nudge your hips backwards, and Toby has to bite back a moan at the desperate display.

“Such a ss-slut.” He leans forwards, and you can feel his breath brush against you. “Just how I l-like ‘em.”

After that, he gives no further warning before diving straight in. Tongue flat against your cunt, lapping up every drop of slick you were leaking out for him. And he moans, a deep groan right against you that rumbles through your core. Because you just taste so fucking good. So good it makes it head spin. Even sweeter than the saliva he had swallowed down when his tongue slid against yours.

You were hands down, the most delicious thing he had laid his mouth on. He had a hunch you would be, but the reality of it was something else entirely. The taste of your pussy made his mind go blank, arousal sparking down his spine as his tongue swiped between your folds. Finding your clit easily, rubbing against it in a way that made you squirm.

He had you shaking already, thighs trembling as your body started slipping against the stall door - falling into an arch that Toby would’ve definitely raved over if his face wasn’t buried in your cunt. That was exactly where he wanted to be though. Lapping at your heat, slurping up all the decedent slick that just kept gushing out of you.

You were so sensitive. Practically sobbing against the stall door, unable to bite back the moans that Toby was pulling out of you. Your nails claw at the door, scratching at the already chipping paint as you try and search for a way to ground yourself. It’s fruitless though, because he wanted you to be a mess, and he was too damn good at fulfilling that goal. “SS-Such a good fuckin’ pussy.” He slurs against you, before slipping his tongue past the tightness of your entrance.

Your knees nearly buckle. The only thing really keeping you upright being Toby’s hands as he licked into you, sliding his tongue against your quivering walls. A mixture of his saliva and your wetness was dripping down his chin, but the filthiness was just adding to the appeal. You were practically melting for him. Soaking his face with your sweet, sweet slick as his tongue thrust into you.

He tugs you back, pressing his tongue in deeper, and you see stars. Toby was eating you out like it was his fucking job. Giving you absolute no break, his tongue flicking in deep enough to reach your gspot. Every so often, he’d relent, only just to suction his lips around your clit.

So, was it really a surprise that you were coming undone almost embarrassingly quickly?

“T-Toby-“ You choke out, brows pinching together as your pleasure crests. Your whole body has reached a fever pitch, sweat beading up on your brow. And your hips have a mind of their own, pathetically bucking back against him, practically shoving your pussy into his face with each toe-curling swipe of his tongue. “Don’t stop- fuck- don’t stop.”

He wasn’t planning on it, and so he listens. Savouring the sweetness of your cunt on his tastebuds until you’re crumbling apart, using his grip on your hips to keep you upright even when your legs go weak.

The taste of your release, is even sweeter. He laps it up eagerly, licking you clean as you tremble through your orgasm - mouth hung open in absolute ecstasy. “A-Alright.” He murmurs against you. “Th-Think you’re ready to take m-my cock now?”

Yes. No. Maybe? You didn’t fucking know. You were still so fucked out and sensitive from your release that even just the lightest brush against your pussy has your hips bucking. But, fuck. You thought back to the feeling of his clothed cock pressing against you, and you knew you wanted it. Needed it. He’d stretch you out just right, and you didn’t even need to see it to know that.

“Please, Toby.” You breathe out in a gasping breath, still trying to regain your composure as he slowly stands up behind you.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, barely cleaning himself up but making the effort anyway. Then, his hands go to the buckle of his belt.

“Oh, n-now you’ve got manners.” He snorts, the clink of his belt buckle coming undone making goosebumps rise on the back of your neck - sparking up a chill that goes down your spine. “J-Just had to treat this p-pretty pussy nice and you get so ss-sweet for me.”

His belt comes loose, and the button and zipper of his jeans come undone in quick succession. If he was impatient before, he was fucking starving for it now; unable to take the throbbing ache in his pants any longer. He tugs down his jeans and boxers just below his hips, enough to free his cock and let it slap against your ass. “B-Bet you’ll get even sweeter o-once I actually fuck you.” You can’t help the moan that slips from your lips when he nudges his hips forwards, grinding his length against your heat from behind.

And it feels so good, but you still have a tiny shred of rationality left.

“Y-You got a condom?” You manage to choke out, craning your neck to try and glance at him over your shoulder. Toby doesn’t let you, bringing a hand up to press against the side of your head - using it to smush your face back against the stall door.

“Nope.” He snickers, his other hand coming to grasp your hip roughly. “D-Didn’t come here planning t-to fuck some chick in the b-bathroom.” You feel the head of his cock notch on your entrance for a second, and your heart skips a beat. “B-But don’t worry. I’m c-clean.”

You were going to choose to believe him, for your sake. But, that was only half of the worry, really.

“If you cum in me, I’ll kill you.” You warn, but the words don’t come out as intimidating as you want them to. They leave your mouth strained and breathless, because the feeling of his bare cock slipping against your folds was reigniting the heat between your legs.

“Th-That’d be so fuckin’ worth it.” He huffs out a laugh, and if he didn’t have your face sandwiched between his palm and the door, you would’ve cut him a glare. “But I’ll puh-play nice. Wanted to cum a-all over this sweet ass anyway.”

That brings a small sense of relief, but you’re tensing up all over again when you feel the head of his cock prod at entrance. “S-Stay relaxed for me, a-alright?” He curls his body over yours to murmur in your ear, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against your hipbone. “G-Gonna make you feel s-so good.”

You feel his lips on your ear, giving soft wet kisses. Then they’re trailing down your neck. Once he reaches your shoulder, you feel him start to push in.

And you had been right. You hadn’t actually seen his cock (bummer!) but you were correct to guess that he was packing. The stretch immediately has your jaw going slack, knees wobbling as he slowly sinks in deeper and deeper. Bigger than anyone you’ve had before, that’s for sure, and even him loosening you up with his tongue first wasn’t helping much.

He’s got you clawing at the door, ripping old crusty paint from it as you scramble to find purchase somewhere. When you can’t, one of your hands flies backwards to curl around his wrist. “I know baby, I-I know.” Toby murmurs to you softly as he laves over your shoulder with his tongue in attempts to soothe you. He gently rocks his hips forwards, slowly sinking in more and more - a shudder going down his spine at the feeling of your tight heat wrapping around him like a vice.

And he was only halfway in. He wouldn’t tell you that though. “You c-can take it.” With each nudge of his hips he’s slipping in further, and it gets to a point where you have to grit your teeth - eyebrows pinching together in a mixture of pain and pleasure. You’re practically coated in sweat now, slipping against the surface Toby’s got you pinned against as you try to stay stable. But you knew that if he wasn’t holding you up, your legs probably would’ve given out by now.

He’s just got you stuffed so full you’d swear you could taste him. You could feel him in your fucking guts; carving open a path for himself with his thick cock, nibbling and sucking at your shoulder all the while.

When his hips finally meet yours, it’s euphoric for both parties. Toby’s head drops down, resting on your shoulder as he pants against your skin. Fuck, you were tight. Like your cunt was trying to strangle his dick.

With one hand digging into the soft flesh of your hips, and the other one curling into your hair, he has to take a moment to really focus on not shooting his load right there. He knew you’d probably rip his head off if he did, but Christ it was like your pussy was crying for it; gushing slick that was dripping around the base of his length, pulsing around him like it was trying to coax out his release. “You’re ss-so fuckin’ tight-“ He grits out, breathing out hot huffs of breath against your skin.

“It’s- ah!” He nudges forwards, somehow getting even deeper. “It’s been awhile.” You force out, your expression wrinkling as the pain starts to subside for a pleasure that makes your mouth water.

“Yeah?” Toby draws his hips back just a couple inches, testing the waters as he starts slowly rocking into your heat. And it’s good. Too fucking good. This might not end up just being a one time thing, he knows he’s going to be dreaming about this sweet cunt. “A-And you’re giving it t-to me?”

Slow, shallow rocks of his hips make your vision go hazy. His cock dragging against your walls deliciously, nudging up against your gspot with each press in. He was being gentle, getting you used to it, and yet you’re already struggling to breathe. You can hear your pulse in your ears, every single nerve in your body seemingly set alight each time his hips met yours. “I f-feel special.”

“Don’t-“ You choke out a moan against the door when he pulls out more, slipping his entire length back in this time in a movement that makes your breath leave your lungs. “D-Don’t get cocky.”

Toby lets out a soft huff of laughter. Still not picking up the pace, just rolling in deeper. Getting his whole cock buried in the gush of your leaking cunt on each press in.

It was an intoxicating sight. That soft, supple flesh, rippling each time his hips connected with yours. Fishnets ripped open to reveal your glorious cunt, which just kept swallowing him up to the base on every single stroke. Sucking him back in every time he pulled out. So tight it made him feel dizzy. “It’s a l-little hard not to be r-right now.”

And you’re about to try and make a snide comment in response, but your throat is quickly closing up.

Because you just heard the sound of the bathroom door opening.

You can hear the chatter of two girls that had definitely just come from the show, giggling to themselves as they gather around the mirror to look at the damage their makeup went through.

And you know that you’re hidden away in a stall, but it still wasn’t exactly discreet. Just once glance under the stall and you’d find two pairs of feet standing suspiciously close to one another - one of which, visibly trembling.

Your eyes blow wide immediately, a mixture of panic and being absolutely mortified.

Toby though, doesn’t seem as fazed.

The hand that had been pressing against your head slips down lower, covering your mouth with his palm. “B-Better keep quiet.” He murmurs low in your ear, quiet enough to be drowned out by the chatter of the girls just a door away. “Unless y-you want them to know h-how much of a whore you are:”

Then, he’s back to moving. Even slower and smoother than before, pressing into you at a pace so agonizingly languid that you almost find yourself pressing your hips back to get more. Sliding into you with enough cautiousness that his belt buckle doesn’t even jingle - which you appreciate, but it’s also agonizing.

You’re breathing raggedly through your nose, unable to even part your lips because of the pressure his palm is holding against your mouth. And he’s rutting into you, over and over, not a care in the world that the bathroom wasn’t nearly as private as it had once been.

If you thought you were humiliated before, this was taking the cake. Teeth gritted each time his length stretched you open, whole body tense as you try and hold back even the smallest noise. But, fate isn’t on your side, because you’re already feeling that familiar heat start to build again.

Getting hotter and hotter with each buck of his hips, your cunt getting tighter and tighter around him as you struggle to hold it back. “O-Oh, bad timing.” Toby chuckles softly in your ear, but makes no effort to make things easier for you.

Instead, he starts pulling you back so that he can sink in deeper. Nudging against your gspot with a pressure that was making you see stars. And if that wasn’t bad enough, the hand gripping your hip slips down your front - sliding between your thighs to find your clit.

Oh, he was trying to kill you.

It only takes a couple tight circles against the swollen nub before you’re crumbling. Practically convulsing beneath him, drool wetting the palm of his hand as you gasp raggedly through your nose. This time, your legs really do give out, but Toby keeps you held up effortlessly - still pounding away at you cunt like he owned it.

Your vision is swimming, ears ringing, your walls spasming around his cock as your head spins.

You’re so out of it, you barely hear it when the bathroom door opens again, and the chatter starts to fade away. “F-Fuckin’ finally.” You hear Toby groan, before he’s picking up the pace at long last.

Snapping his hips into yours, slamming his length into your quivering cunt with a ferocity he had long been holding back. The buckle of his belt jingles with each thrust in, but you can barely hear it. You’re too busy melting.

He was fucking you with an intensity you’ve never encountered before, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the bathroom. If anyone else walked in, you were sure they’d quickly be turning on their heel. Because the air was flooded with the filthiest noises possible; Toby’s husky grunts and groans, the smack of his hips connecting with yours, and all the breathy whimpers and moans that were spilling out of you once his hand slipped away from your mouth.

You were long past caring now though. Too drunk on his cock to be embarrassed about any of this. Especially when he’s gripping at your hips with both hands, fingernails biting into the flesh, tugging you back to meet each brutal thrust. “S-Such a good pussy.” He’s panting in your ear, voice strained and ragged. Still fucking up into you like he’d die if he ever stopped. “Y-You sure I can’t c-cum in you?” He’s mumbling against your ear next, nuzzling into your hair. “I-I’ll buy you th-the pill.”

Convincing argument. So much so that you almost just cave. Almost.

But, you’d hang onto that last shred of your dignity even if it killed you.

“N-No-“ You’re whining out, almost too pathetically to take seriously. You definitely don’t look like a convincing sight, with the way you’re drooling against the door with each snap of his hips. “Y-You can’t-“

“I c-can’t?” Toby chuckles. “I t-totally can.”

Such an asshole. If he wasn’t currently giving you the best lay of your life, you’d probably smack him.

“Toby-“ You warn, managing to crane your head back to finally look at him. He’s not looking at you though - well, not your face - his eyes are locked in on the sight of his cock disappearing into you. Breathing getting heavier and heavier every time he buried himself to the hilt.

And he looked damn gorgeous. All slick with sweat and flushed pink on his cheeks. His eyes half-lidded and hazy, the muscles in his arms flexing every time he tugged your hips back. When his gaze finally flits up to meet yours, you’re even more convinced.

Because he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing that exists to him, pupils blown out with arousal. It had your already spiked hormones going crazy. And suddenly, the desire to have his cum flood your cunt is stronger than ever. To let him mark you from the inside out. Let him make you his.

It’s a horrible idea. You know it is. But Toby looks like a god amongst men as his hips snap into yours, lips parted and glistening with saliva. “O-Okay.” You find yourself choking out, knees wobbling as your body goes even more pliant in his hold. You were barely even standing anymore, more so just wedged between his body and the wall. “You can.”

Nail in the coffin. Just because the sight of him made your mouth go dry. Was that pretty privilege?

“Y-Yeah?” Toby eyes gain a feral sheen once he’s looking back up to you once more, a stupidly smug grin on his face. “Gonna let m-me b-breed this tight l-little cunt?” His hips somehow move even faster, practically punching the moans out of you now with each rough thrust. “I-I’ll get you fuckin’ dripping with it.”

It’s embarrassing how much those words turn you on more. Even more embarrassing that you’re sure he can feel it; how your pussy tightens up around him once his voice reaches your ears.

Leaning back forwards, his lips and teeth are everywhere. Adding to the marks already littering your shoulder, scraping up your neck, nipping at your jaw before he’s tugging at your earlobe with his canines. The sound of his panted breathing in your ear is just getting you hotter, all those gravelly moans he’s letting out going straight to your leaking cunt. “SS-So fuckin’ good- God-“

Then, his hand is slipping back to your already overly sensitive clit - rubbing quick, tight circles that rip a cry from your lungs. “G-Give me one m-more.” He huffs out. “O-One more, and I’ll fill you up.”

You don’t think you could deny him even if you tried. Your nerves were going on overdrive, so sensitive that the feeling of his fingers spring tears to your eyes. Not to mention, how he was still ruthlessly pounding against your gspot. You don’t think a single woman in the world would be able to hold back.

And so you don’t. And this one, nearly fucking knocks you out from the intensity. Your eyes roll back as your pleasure crests for the third time, toes curling within the confines on your boots as stars dance behind your eyelids. Your walls convulse around him, sucking him in so tight he couldn’t have pulled out even if he wanted to. “Hah, fuck-“ Toby pants in your ear, his grip on your hips bruising as his thrusts begin to stutter.

He fucks you through your release until you’re trembling like a leaf, then with one brutal thrust back into you - he’s coming undone right after.

You feel it as the warmth of his cum gushes into you, flooring your cunt with his hot sticky load. It gushes out around his cock as he fucks it into you with languid thrusts, his breathing hot and heavy against your ear - littered with strained groans that make your whole body tingle. “F-Fuck, that’s good-“ He huffs out.

The grips on your hips loosens, before his hands are roaming your body. Sliding up your torso, tracing your curves with his calloused palms as he lets out a well satisfied hum. You feel his release drip down your thighs, staining your tights and surely pooling on the ground below you.

Toby nuzzles into your hair, trying to steady his breathing as he taking in a deep inhale of your scent. Still so sweet, but tainted now by the musk of sweat and sex. All his doing. He can’t help but feel proud.

After he finally seems to find his bearings, he pulls out - to which the rest of his spend comes gushing out after, making your brows wrinkle together at the feeling. But then, he’s spinning you back around, finally getting a good look at your face for the first time since he pinned you down.

And you look so gorgeous. All fucked out and messy, makeup smeared and mascara running, lips red and swollen from how you had bitten them raw. Yeah. This isn’t just going to be a one time thing. So he says; “Th-This pussy’s mine now, r-right?”

His hands are back on your waist again as you raise an eyebrow at him, thumbs rubbing against your soft skin.

“Thought I told you not to get cocky.” You murmur back to him, voice hoarse and raspy. A quality that makes Toby’s lips twitch into a little smirk.

“And I-I thought I told you that it’s ha-hard not to.”He chuckles softly, before leaning down to nose at your jaw. “What d-do you say though? I-I’ll treat you e-even better next time.” He places a soft, wet kiss against your skin. “G-Got a twin sized bed at home w-with your n-name on it.”

“W-Wow, a twin.” You snort, though you do raise a hand to cup the back of his head as he nuzzles into you. “Fancy guy, huh?”

“W-What can I say?” He hums against you, and you can’t see it, but you can feel his lips curl into a grin against you. “I know h-how to impress a g-girl.” Then he’s lifting his head back up to gaze down at you. “So? I-Is that a yes, then?”

And though it was absolutely not what you had expected when you walked through the venue doors earlier, you find that offer being incredibly tempting. But then again, everything about him was.

Besides, he still owed you that morning after pill.

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hi lol

I stg I always get carried away writing I tired to not this one as much of a beast and yet we’re STILL at nearly 10k words

I’m am bestowed with the curse of yapping too much

but as always thank you for reading!!

[monstersholygrail]

Just being neighborly

Pairing: Orc neighbor x fem!reader— yandere reader, nudity, dryhumping, rough play, kidnapping(?)

This fic was inspired and continued off of this post by @bunnis-monsters ! (With permission ofc)

Ever since your new neighbor moved in you had had your eye on him. He had appeared on what you originally thought was going to be an ordinary day. Arriving with a large U-Haul truck yet he was the only one to come out of it.

He was strapping orc, tall and handsome— though he clearly didn’t know it. But that was perfectly fine, you were more than happy to let him know.

You were surprised when he moved to the back to open it up and started taking in boxes and furniture all by himself. The sight of him lifting up an entire dresser with one arm soon had your panties soaked with arousal. You had never wanted to swap places with a piece of furniture so bad. You couldn’t believe you were jealous over a dresser. A dresser! Yet you were and you totally couldn’t deny it.

Imagining yourself finally in his huge muscular arms as they circle around your body and trap your form against his, begging for you relieve some of pressure you had caused in his cock. Showing you exactly what he means as he rubs you into the bulge straining against his pleated pants. His large hands digging into you roughly as he helps you grind your slick core against his impressive erection.

Luckily you catch yourself daydreaming before he can spot you practically collapsed on the railing of your porch. Your brows furrow as you wipe your mouth, a small bit of drool on the corner of your lip.

Deciding you need to get your claws in him, so to speak, before anyone else in the neighborhood does, you think of the perfect excuse to head on over.

Knocking on the back of the moving truck, lemonade glass in hand, you wait for your new neighbor to notice you. He whirls around clumsily at the noise, causing the truck to slightly shake.

“Hi, neighbor! Welcome to the neighborhood. Thought you might be thirsty so I come bearing drinks!” You greet, flashing him your most flirtatious smile.

Orc neighbor comes to the opening of the truck slowly. Your head tilts back the closer he gets and you force yourself not to literally purr in delight. You push your chest out as you hand him the glass, knowing the view of your cleavage from his angle must be spectacular.

He crouches down and carefully takes the glass of lemonade from your hand between a few of his fingers. There’s an evident dark green blush on his cheeks and you can’t help but giggle at the sight of it.

“Thank you, little lady,” he mumbles shyly. Your smile widens, looking over your new obsession.

Oh, he’s so darling. You already want him all to yourself. But you know you’re going to enjoy the chase. Even if he isn’t aware of it.

It started off light, you wanted to at least give him time to fall for your advances. Your seduction plan would gain a natural intensity, fitting to the clear chemistry between you and your orc neighbor.

First you always seemed to end up needing to borrow a cup of sugar. He was more than happy to give you some and you made sure to thank him with a hug that let him feel you completely. When he never tried to cop a feel you opened up all your blinds and started making it normal for you to walk around your house naked. Letting him get little glimpses here and there. But when you realized he’d avert his gaze, being the gentleman he is, you knew you had to make your interest more obvious.

So you start peeking through the curtains, waiting to see when orc neighbor goes to take out his trash so you can go too. Wearing nothing but your flimsy almost see-through robe. Letting him watch as your nipples harden the longer you both interact.

When you head back into your house you purposely leave the door open, waiting for orc neighbor to come inside. And of course because he's such a gentleman he nervously comes up on your porch and reminds you softly that you left the door open.

Oh my, silly you. Your mind must be so all over the place that you just happened to forget in your rush! Luckily he was there to save you from someone bad coming in. Of course, such heroics deserve a reward so you invite him in to have breakfast with you. He’s so busy looking around your comfy home that he doesn't hear you click the lock in place as you shut the door.

You must be so clumsy this morning because when you go to bring him a nice cup of coffee, you accidentally trip and end up spilling it all over him! Apologies spew from your lips as take some napkins you just so happened to be holding and start patting all over his tummy and his crotch.

His cock twitches under your attentive touch and he blushes, hoping you don't notice. But of course you do. You notice everything about him. He quickly assures you it's ok but that he should get home to change.

That won't do, no, not at all. You tell him that's not necessary at all as you enjoy wearing oversized shirts but they're hard to find in human sizes. Much more common in orc. So you're sure you have something that'll fit. He's too bashful to refuse such an offer.

You head into your closet and grab the first oversized shirt you can find. Absolutely positive that he won't notice how it smells like him. Or that it looks eerily similar to that shirt of his that went missing a few days ago.

To be continued…?

[holybibly]

The unholy hour of the day, my sugar bunnies: Weirdo nerd Seonghwa has had a fondness for you for a long time, perhaps too much to be normal. So when he sees you on a crowded subway carriage, he takes the opportunity to pay his respects to you.

Warnings: Pervert nerd! Seonghwa, sub!reader, non-consensual groping, dubious consent, obsessive crush, light yandere, forced masturbation, light dub con

'Please be careful; the doors are closing'. The monotonous, mechanical voice of the underground's automated announcement system echoes through the carriage, almost completely lost in the noise of the crowd. The tube is packed, but at this time of day, that's to be expected. You hated taking the train at rush hour, but unfortunately your classes always ended at that time, and you had no choice but to use the Tube to get home, even though it felt like hell at that time, rather than a comfortable and fast ride. 

You always travelled the same way. Day after day, month after month, and in all this time nothing has changed about your trip. Firstly, the subway was always crowded, and having lived in Seoul for the last two years, you'd already gotten used to that. Secondly, there are never any seats when you get on, so you always have to stand. You even somehow managed to put up with the fact that you were always being pushed or squeezed into a corner, which you managed to squeeze into despite the carriage being almost full.

Today was no different at all. You let out a heavy sigh and made your way to the nearest available handrail in the far corner as you were pushed for what seemed like the hundredth time when the carriage doors hissed open and a new stream of passengers poured in. You grabbed hold of the cold metal handrail, trying to take up as little space as possible, while other passengers squeezed past you or kept changing their position in an attempt to get the most convenient and comfortable seat. Someone's elbow is resting on your rib, and you frown, trying to move as far away as possible, which only makes you squeeze harder into the corner. But there's not enough room, and you shriek slightly as the pressure on your ribs increases. The girl next to you bows her head, apologising as she hears this, and moves away from you, finally allowing you to breathe normally. You let out another sigh, clutching your bag tightly to your chest and gripping the handrail even tighter as the train continues to rush forward.

Just a little longer, you say to yourself, eight more stops to go and you'll finally be able to get out of here. 

Once again you hear the mechanical hissing of the doors and the automated voice warning the passengers to be more careful, and it seems to you that the carriage has become even more cramped, but it still does not prevent you from trying to adapt in some way. Dozens of people get on and off at each stop, and you're pushed again, but this time relatively gently. It doesn't matter anyway, you're used to it and ready to just brush it off, but someone's broad, cold hand rests on your bare thigh, just where the edge of your pleated skirt ends. For a second, you feel the stranger's fingers slide over your soft skin under your short skirt, and your breath catches in your throat, your heart beginning to beat faster with each passing moment. This can't be happening, can it? Maybe you're just imagining it? The stranger's cold touch on your thighs fades away as suddenly as it came, but it's enough to make you feel the cold lingering on your skin for a long time afterwards.

"You're so beautiful." A soft, velvety voice whispers from behind you, and you almost jump at the sound. 'So beautiful…' The carriage you're in is packed to the point that you can barely turn your head back to look at whoever that voice belongs to, which one makes goosebumps crawl across your skin. Your eyes widen as you see behind you none other than university oddish nerd Park Seonghwa, who is literally trapping you in a crowded subway car. He's too close to you. Close enough to be intimate. 

Not that you had a bad opinion of Seonghwa; no, he was a relatively nice and harmless guy, but there was still something about him that made people stay away from him. Maybe it was the too intense and focused look in his dark cat eyes, or maybe it was his slightly odd behaviour that was hard to explain; either way, Park Seonghwa was not popular, even though he was pretty, and not just pretty, but really handsome, as if sculpted by the hand of a great master. Another thing that put people off him was that he was a real nerd and had an obsession with Lego and Animal Crossing. You didn't see much of him in your classes, even though you were in the same study group as him; from what you heard, he was in an advanced class and was more likely to jerk off to textbooks than girls. In general, you didn't know much about him other than the gossip you heard from your friends. 

''S-Seonghwa, let me go, please…'' Your voice trembles slightly as you turn to him. There is a strange expression frozen on his handsome face, one that you are unable to decipher. He looks drunk—his big eyes are blurry and unfocused, his mouth is open from heavy breathing, his cheeks are flushed, and there is a bead of sweat on his forehead. There is obviously something wrong with him, but Seonghwa is a good guy, isn't he? He wouldn't do anything to hurt you, or at least you wanted to believe that. 

You don't hear him answer as the train makes a sharp turn and Seonghwa pushes you against the wall of the carriage, his body pressed tightly against yours. You freeze, like a mouse caught in the claws of a cat, as you feel his cold hands squeeze your soft, plump thighs, right under your buttocks. You tug at the hem of your skirt in an attempt to push Seonghwa's hands away from you, but he doesn't let you go; instead, his fingers dig harder into your flesh even more, and you're sure you'll be bruised afterwards. You feel the fast, erratic beating of his heart against your back as he leans into you, as if he's trying to melt into you, to become one with your body.

"I'm sorry…' He whispers to you again, his hot breath brushing your ear and his sensual, full lips touching your soft, thin skin with each letter. You've always admired his lips—so full and kissable—and you've even wondered what they would feel like when he kissed you, but right now you wish you could erase that touch from your skin forever. Something hard and intimidatingly large presses against your lower back as he grips your hips tighter, literally piling on top of you. The sickly sweet smell of strawberries and cream invades all of your senses, and you find yourself trapped between the dirty wall of the subway car and the hard, hot body of Seonghwa. You've never noticed how tall he is compared to you—you're invisible behind him; nobody can see what he's doing to you. "I'm so sorry, but there's nothing I can do about it… You're too beautiful… too beautiful for me to control myself. I'm so sorry…' He lowers his head onto your shoulder, his long black hair tickling the skin on your neck as you stare unblinkingly into the dirty wall, terror running through you to the bone, rendering you completely immobile as Seonghwa pushes his hips into you, fucking your arse on the crowded train like a dog in heat.

Your lips begin to tremble, hot tears gathering in your eyes, threatening to spill out and run down your cheeks, smearing your make-up, as Seonghwa's one hand slides up the curve of your hip and higher up your waist, your ribs, over the thin lace of your bra to cradle your right tit. 

'Oh fuck...' Seonghwa hisses as he squeezes the soft flesh of your breast in the palm of his hand. His fingers pull the cup of your bra down so that your tit is completely exposed. "Exactly as I thought... your tits are so big and soft. I want to fuck them so badly. I want to come on your tits; cover them with my sperm. I want to suck on your fucking tits while you are riding on me, angel." He continues to rub his cock against your plump buttocks, whimpering into your skin. 

'N-no, please don't, Seonghwa. Please stop it...' You sob, hoping that your pathetic pleas will bring him to his senses. But it seems to have the exact opposite effect, making him even more aroused. You tremble at his touch as Seonghwa continues fucking you, his rough hand caressing your naked breasts, his hard cock sliding between your buttocks through his jeans and skirt. 

"Please move away from the doors." The train stops, the mechanical hiss of the doors hissing through the crowd. You pray that Hwa will let you go, but he doesn't. For a moment, he stops pushing into you and keeps you pressed up against the wall. His breath is unpleasantly warm against your ear, making you shiver.

'Seonghwa...' You try once more. "Seonghwa, please let me go. I won't tell anyone... I promise. Please leave me alone..." The tears begin to flow freely down your face as you continue to beg him to let you go. But Seonghwa is completely unresponsive; instead, he starts to leave wet, smeared kisses on your neck. His lips are soft, too soft, like down pillows, unpleasantly slippery and wet from copious amounts of saliva mixed with lip balm as cloying strawberry as he is. From the outside, you probably look like a couple deeply in love. Seonghwa is protective, wrapped around you like a snake, and to everyone else, he looks like a caring guy. If only they knew...

The thought of screaming crosses your mind, but it disappears as quickly as it appeared when the train starts moving again and Hwa slips his other hand under your shirt and wraps it around your left breast. His hand greedily squeezes the soft flesh over the thin lace of your bra before he pulls it down as well, exposing your tits to the full extent. You hate yourself for the fact that his touch is causing your nipples to begin to tense and your pussy to clench around nothing. You've always been hypersensitive, and that's generally nothing unusual, but this situation...

You shouldn't react like this; you don't want Seonghwa to touch you; you don't want to feel his hands on your body, but then why are you biting your lip and trying your best to suppress the obscene sounds that are coming out of your mouth right now? 

"That's it, Angel. I'll make you feel good. I'll be worshipping you, pretty girl, the way I've always wanted to be. And you can't blame me for that; you've got everything to blame yourself for. You're too beautiful, too beautiful for me to let you go..." Seonghwa's hands, gently rocking your breasts as if he could feel the weight of them, his fingers running over your aureoles, stimulating you while avoiding your swollen nipples.

You sob loudly as you feel your pussy getting wetter by the second. You don't want to give in to the pleasure that is growing deep inside you, especially not in the presence of so many people and even less so in Seonghwa's hands, but there is nothing you can do about it. He gives you a sharp pinch on your nipples as the mechanical voice announces the name of the next stop, and it covers up the moan that escapes from your lips. 

"You feel so good, angel." He whispers to you in a velvety voice.  "Your little nipples are so hard and tender. I want to take them into my mouth and suck them until you come. I'm sure I can make you come just from that." Seonghwa's voice is full of dark promise, and it makes more and more moisture pour out of your hole. Shame washes over you like a wave, and you cover your eyes, trying to come to terms with the unwanted pleasure that is growing inside of you. You clench your hands tighter around your bag as Hwa continues to play with your breasts. Squeezing and massages them, rubbing and pinching your nipples, at the same time leaving hot, painful hickeys on your neck. "You were made for me, my angel. I always knew it. I knew it the moment I saw you." One of his hands releases your breasts and slides down your body. Your eyes go wide in horror as you realise where Seonghwa's hand is going, but it's too late because... He slides his hand easily between your thighs, wrapping your pussy, over the lace of the thong, whose fabric is soaked with your slime. 

"Look at you; you're all wet for me."

'I-I'm not, please, just stop...' For the first time since Seonghwa cornered you, you try to resist him. Your hand trembles as you try to pull his hand off your cunt, but Hwa just pushes it away. Then you start to wriggle in his grip, trying to push him away from you, but it doesn't help. Seonghwa is bigger and stronger than you, and all your movements instead make you rub your wet pussy harder against his palm between your thighs.

"Don't be embarrassed about it, angel. You just have to admit that you want it just as much as I do."

The train stops again, and Seonghwa takes the opportunity to pull the wet lace of your thong aside, exposing your smooth, plump pussy to his touch. You can't hold back a moan as his fingers outline a figure of eight around your clit. 

"Please... Seonghwa... you don't have to do this." You sob, lowering your head to somehow hide the way your cheeks are flushed from everything he's doing to you. 

'But how can I, angel? You're so ready for me...' He pulls his hand away from your pussy for a second and brings them up to your face. You watch in horror as he spreads his fingers, pulling strands of your arousal between them before they break apart, coating his long appendages with your stickiness. "You see that? Your slutty pussy is all wet and sticky; how can I ignore it?" You barely manage to hold back a loud moan as Seonghwa slides his hand down and, without any preamble, pushes two fingers into your wet cunt. The stretching stings, but with it comes pleasure. It's clouds your mind and overshadows any sense of decency or shame. Seonghwa begins to fuck you, twisting his fingers inside you and stroking your slippery, trembling walls with slightly calloused fingertips. Over the din of the other passengers' voices, you can almost hear the squelching of your unacceptably wet pussy.

"You are so tight, my angel. I should stretch your cunt before you take my cock. I'll do my best; we don't want your sweet pussy to be in pain, do we?" With these words, Seonghwa inserts another finger into you.

Everything in you shrinks in shame as the pleasure becomes too much to ignore—your legs spread so Hwa can fuck you harder and deeper, his finger pads pressed against your sweet spot, and your eyes roll back at the sharp pleasure coursing through your body.

It's disgusting, no, it's more than disgusting, and deep inside you despise yourself for giving yourself up to him so easily, for not putting up any resistance at all to Seonghwa, for letting him fuck you so expertly with his long fingers. 

[littlelovelunette]

sevika sees reader being groped by a man without her consent and saves her

Protector

Contains sexual harassment, mentions of rape, violence, blood, threats

You were on the toilet on your phone, well, who can blame you anyway? You just like scrolling, but seeing that today was your anniversary with Sevika, oh shit. You had forgotten.

With a sigh, you finished up your business in the bathroom and walked to the sink, you looked ghostly.

You couldn't go meet her like this, you took your phone off the bathroom counter and texted Sevika.

"Will you be free after your work for Silco?" You texted and it wasn't long before she replied. She was active probably because she was expecting your good morning text.

"Does me gambling seem like free time to you? Then, yes." Sevika's reply showed on the screen and you rolled your eyes.

"Want a pretty doll on your lap while you play?" You texted as you grinned despite your current messy hair, slightly oily face and groggy look.

"You know how to push my buttons right, bunny." Sevika replied and just then your phone rung as she called you. You got so shocked you almost dropped your phone.

"Hey," you said in a flirty tone making Sevika shake her head on the other side of the call. "Hey, bunny."

"What are you doing?" You asked and she replied with a small grunt, "Getting this damn mech arm on."

"Oh," you put the phone down on speaker as you brushed your hair, "Well, I assume you haven't told anyone that we're seeing each other?"

"No, not yet, why?"

"Nothing," you said despite the way your fingers wrapped around the brush handle harshly. Sevika, of course, didn't know how much every small gesture meant to you but had she seen the way you were gripping the hairbrush she'd know.

"'Suppose I don't want people thinking I'm one of your causal girlies." You answered after a bit as you pulled your hair back using a clawclip.

"Casual girlies..." Sevika repeated before she went silent for a while. "Just tell it to my face you want us to be exclusive."

"Of course, I do." You said indignantly and then sighed, "I just— you know very well I have trust issues. And given your record with the brothel, I'm going to be honest, I don't put you past a potential cheater."

"That's how we're playin', bunny?" You could hear the sound of a lighter clicking on the other side as Sevika placed the cigarette between her lips, "Okay, then, come to Last Drop today during the evening." Sevika said calmly and you could hear the quiet whirring of her metal arm.

"Alright, honey, I love you." You said with a giggle.

"Love you too." Sevika replied in a grumble before she hung up the call. You looked at yourself in the mirror and sighed turning the tap on, brushing your teeth and washing your face.

You needed to doll up today, it made you feel giddy, dolling up for Sevika.

You took a hot shower, washed your hair, put on deodorant and wore a grey shirt with a brown pleated skirt underneath with black opaque stockings paired with black boots.

You were still so incredibly sleepy as you fished through your jewellery, indecisive but ended up on a minimalistic locket.

You tried several different hairstyles, each one messier than the other not to mention the tangles it left your hair in. "Ughhh!" You groaned and pulled the hair tie out, successfully tearing a bit more of your hair. "Maybe I won't tie my hair." You muttered as you worked on untangling your hair.

After a long while, you finally finished up your look, sitting down to do your makeup next. "Oh gosh, this will take a while." You mumbled. Everything needed to be absolutely perfect and onspot.

About 30 minutes later, you finished your whole look and admired yourself in the mirror for atleast another fifteen minutes, taking pictures and trying different poses. Finally, after you finished your self-obsession routine you headed out of your apartment.

"Fuck," you cursed, you had forgotten your purse inside. You opened the door again, heading in, grabbing your purse which had your phone, money and keys, and if you hadn't misplaced it your taser.

You looked the door and headed down the stairs, the apartment unit you lived in was small and nothing way too over the top, just enough to get by. You hummed to yourself as you walked slowly, taking your time on your way to Last Drop.

You opened the door and stepped into the bar, the smell of cigarettes, alcohol, sweat and gun powder filling your senses. Your eyes narrowed a little as you looked around for Sevika but the woman was nowhere to be seen, perhaps she would be late, you thought.

You reached into your purse and withdrew your phone to text her before suddenly your phone was knocked out of your hand, a man grabbing your waist and wrist with both hands.

“Hey!” You began but then his drunken eyes made you trail off in whatever you were going to say.

“Leave me alone.” You said firmly but then he slurred out, “Why is that sweetheart? Let me give you some company.”

He rubbed his clothed dick against your thigh making you shiver and almost throw up in disgust. “Let go of me!” You said, voice raising a little as you tried to pry yourself away from the creepy man.

The man, never letting go, spoke in a dangerously low voice, “There's a gun in my jacket, you wanna feel that barrel up in yo’ cunt?” His voice was now a whisper, “Stop struggling.”

You felt as if your heart dropped to your stomach at that threat. Fuck, where was Sevika when you needed her? Your eyes darted around in desperate search of her but there was no sign of her.

“Please,” you pleaded, eyes almost starting to water now, “Please, let me go. I swear, I won't tell anyone, please.”

“Typical damsel in distress ‘i won't tell anyone' bullshit.” The man laughed, the tone harsh and humourless. “You're not going anywhere. You're coming back to my place and then I get to do absolutely whatever I want with you.” He said, face inching closer to yours, “And do you know what'll be the first thing I'll do?”

“W-what?” You stuttered your question out but just then the man received a smack to his cheek that made him go flying towards the other end of the bar. His body crashed with the table and bar wall, scattering drinks and shattering glass everywhere.

Standing at an imposing height was Sevika, draped in her red poncho, glaring down at the people of the bar and the man with a type of aggression so feral, you'd think she was on Shimmer except there was no glow in her grey eyes.

“Did he hurt you?” Her voice was low and calculated, but you knew how angry she was deep down inside, the tinge of worry in her words didn't fail to show as well.

“I'm okay.” You said, voice shaking a little as you held your own arms, rubbing at your own elbows. “Sevika, please, can we leave here?” Your voice shuddered and Sevika didn't answer for a bit, contemplating before she nodded.

Sevika outstretched her flesh arm for you to come under it, like a mother bird shielding its little one, “Everyone, see this woman? This is my woman.” Sevika announced, “If you even look at her general direction with anything less than a decent thought,” Sevika let the threat hang, throwing the man who was now openly bleeding on the ground a dirty look before walking out of the bar with you.

The moment you both reached her house, Sevika closed the door behind herself and threw her poncho to the ground, “Let me see.” She started checking all over your body, “Didn't hurt you, did he?” Her voice was soft and a little frantic as she searched your body.

“I'm fine…” you mumbled, taking her hands in yours, “Just a little shaken.”

Sevika didn't say anything quietly pulling you in a bone crushing hug, hand on your head, metal hand on your lower back.

Your eyes closed, resting against the taller woman's chest, “Oh, Sevika.” You mumbled.

“Shh,” she hushed you, her voice soft and uncharacteristically gentle, “I got you.”

[biibini]

tight grip ᯓ★ˎˊ˗

nsfw blurb modern!mizu x reader

tags: nsfw, modern!mizu, skirt stays ON during segs, dirty mouth mizu is back, fingering, making out, neck kisses, stretching out, strap game!!, mizu obsessed

a/n: im glad to have my wasian nation (mizu edit) folder back on tiktok. i missed my shayla.

“Honey, c’mere.”

Mizu’s arm wraps around your waist, pulling your body closer, deepening the kiss. Her hand caresses your side, the warmth of her palm dragging down the side of your body, from your waist to the edge of your skirt.

You were wearing a simple plaid pleated skirt, nothing too short, nothing too racy. Yet, it became a danger around Mizu. With every step you took teased Mizu, showing off glimpses of your panties.

Blood rushes down to your heat every time her hand teases past the edge, teasing you with the skin to skin contact.

You hum in response to the contact.

“Feeling needy today?”, you tease.

“Mmm… maybe.”, Mizu answers playfully, facing you with a sly smile.

You chuckle at her response. You take note of her hands crawling closer to your entrance, pulling the edge of the skirt little by little, exposing more of your inner thigh to her.

“Just maybe?”

“Maybe.”

It didn’t take long for that ‘maybe’ into a ‘definitely’.

“How sweet, you’re so wet for me.”

Her voice coos into your ear, teasing you with the low vibrato of her voice. Its tickling nature distracts you while her fingers start swirling around your clit, adding pressure to the sides of your entrance.

“M-Mizu, honey… Mmfm—”, you moan out.

“Yes dear?”

“My skirt…”, you attempt to call out.

Instead, you’re further distracted by her thumb, now gently grazing over her clit while she coats her slender fingers with your slick.

“It’s still on, lemme just take it off.”

You make an effort to pull the pleated skirt down, hoping to yank it off your body. However, you’re immediately stopped by Mizu’s hand, pausing your rushed attempt.

You meet her gaze with widened eyes, her hand fixing the waist of your skirt.

“Keep it on, pretty girl. I wanna see you…”

Her voice inches closer to the nape of your neck, ghosting over the sensitive skin.

“See me?”, you breathily say, maintaining some composure while a finger of hers enters your throbbing insides.

You look down to read her facial expression, seeing what she was so curious about.

“See you cum… with it on.”, she admits.

Before you can even respond, she slowly pumps her middle finger inside of you. The long strokes that search deep inside you makes you moan, throwing your head back from the pleasure. Your hand grabs onto her nape, reaching up to pull on her hair, messing up the bun in place.

As she continues to stretch you out with her fingers, you hear her ask, “Do you like the idea?”

You could only nod in response, as the tips of her fingers curled up, further ruining your gummy walls.

It didn’t take long for Mizu to pull out the strap, a navy blue to match the blue plaid pattern on your now damp skirt. It didn’t help that she impatiently pulled your panties to the side whilst devouring you earlier.

Your poor puffy clit could barely keep up with every lap of her tongue.

But the rest of your body felt so good, melting to her touch. Inside, your walls were craving her, despite the mess she’s left all over.

You watched as she poured lubricant over the toy, spreading it with her cum-coated hand, mixing the two together. You catch her stare at you, needy eyes slowly eyeing down your body lying mercilessly on her bed, her mouth agape in excitement. Her other arm hooks onto one of your thighs, pulling you closer.

As she continues to spread the mixture all over the toy, she comes close, giving you a sweet kiss.

Until she opens her mouth.

“Such a good girl for me… ready for me in a pretty lil skirt…”, she cooes, positioning her hips to align with yours.

The tip of the toy tickles you, sending a jolt of pleasure down to your walls, teasing you what’s about to come next.

She pulls away, placing her focus on your bottom half. She slides her hips up and down, letting the toy get coated with even more of your wet fluids dripping out. You feel her hands grapple around each thigh, her hands gripping onto the pleated skirt.

Although you can’t see her enter inside you, you can feel her slowly enter your core, further stretching out your aching insides. The coolness of the silicone toy sends chills down your spine. As you moan out with every inch she enters, you feel her grip tighten on your skirt, the sweat and heat radiating from her palms warming up against your hips.

“Fuck…”, she swears out, as she pulls you in deeper, her grasp firming up, hitting the hilt of the toy.

You hum from the fullness, holding onto the sheets from the new stretch feeling. She slowly pulls out, and snaps back inside of you, making your moans echo against the bedroom walls. While you were too occupied with the pleasure, Mizu’s view was far greater than any pleasure.

Below her laid her girlfriend, legs wide open with nothing but her panties to the side and a plaid skirt still on, now flipped up for a better view.

She pulls your fabric covered hips closer, thrusting into you once again, making your squirm and cry with every movement.

She couldn’t wait to ravish you in your pleated plaid skirt.

It teased her first.