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[littleless6teencandles]

(18+) RYAN ROSS X READER

pre split! ryan ross x AFAB! reader - warnings: ryans a munch, drug use/smoking, smut (wrap it before you tap it, folks). lowercase intended, not proofread, A/N at end, enjoy!! <3

while at a house party for “a fever you can’t sweat out” reaching top charts, you and ryan sneak away to smoke.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

ryan held you by the waist as you navigated the crowded house together, leading you through bunches of drunks, trying desperately to find a quiet place to hang.

you guys decided on the pool house. it reeked of chemicals as you sat down on a counter with pool salts on it. “are you ready?” you asked, pulling the goods out of your bag. he nodded eagerly in response, watching in awe as you placed a little bag, a grinder, filters, and some rolling papers beside you.

you pulled the lighter out from the inside of your bra and placed it next to everything else. ryan watched in utter excitement as you prepared your guys’ joint. you ground up the bud and then rolled it up in the paper with the filter, licking it shut.

ryan watched as you placed the joint between your lips. he flicked the lighter on and lit it. you took a long drag, holding it in for a few seconds before exhaling the smoke.

you handed ryan the joint. he took an extremely overzealous inhale and immediately began to cough, spitting smoke everywhere.. “wow!” you laughed. “that’s too big for your first time!!” he handed you the joint and stuttered out a few broken words. “f-fuck..” he laughed in between coughs.

he was huddled over next to you, coughing out smoke as he gripped the ledge. you rub his back, whispering quiet praises in his ear. “it’s okay,” you hit the joint again, slowly exhaling the smoke.

when he finally regained his composure, he asked for the joint, taking a smaller hit and exhaling quickly after. still, a small cough left his mouth. “smaller..” you laughed, running a hand through his hair.

he looked as if he wanted more, like he wanted your friendship to explore “new heights”.

he positioned himself between your legs, looking up at you, placing his hands on your waist. you place the joint between your lips and inhale again, bringing your lips to ryan’s and exhaling the smoke into his mouth. his eyes widened and his grip on your waist tightened and he let go, exhaling the smoke. “woah..” he let out a breathy laugh and moved hair out of your face. he stands on his tip toes, giving you a gentle kiss.

first, his kiss was shy and patient, but it quickly turned desperate and sloppy. you straddled him, gently pulling his hair with one hand while the other one made its way down his chest, pulling up his shirt. a small gasp left his mouth when you ran your hands over his v-line, slowly making your way down to his zipper. his eyes widened and he let out a soft whimper.

“can i?” you whispered in his ear, kissing the side of his neck. he nodded frantically. “yes-“ he cleared his throat. “yes please..” his body shook nervously as he brought his cold hands inside your shirt, bringing his fingers up and around the bottom hem to remove it. “is this okay?” he asked. you nodded, flashing a genuine smile. you helped him take it off, revealing your cheetah print bra. he quickly joined you; removing his jacket, black tee, his plaid red and black boxers peaking out of his jeans.

his lips quickly returned to yours as he multitasked, unhooking your bra in the back and gently removing it from your body. he dropped it, staring in shock at his best friends boobs; he could’ve sworn his dick got so hard it fell off. “oh my god..” he whispered, quickly bringing his mouth to your collarbone, kissing down your cleavage.

he brought his mouth back up to yours, right hand fondling your breast as the left held your jaw. “so cute..” you whispered, cupping his hard cock with your hand. he shivered as you did so, whimpering quietly as he kissed you eagerly.

his hands unbuttoned your shorts and hooked on the inside of the hem, bringing them down over your knees and placing them next to you.

he squatted down in front of you as you spread your legs for him. he placed chaste kisses along your thighs until he reached your pussy. he looked up at you for approval and you nodded, smiling expectantly at him.

he ran a finger up your clothed folds, sending shivers down your spine. he rubbed a few circles on your clit before he buried his face into your clothed pussy. he placed wet kisses on your clit and rubbed a finger along your slit. “ryan..” you groaned, holding his face close by a chunk of his hair. he stopped for a moment, linking his fingers under the hem of your underwear and pulling them off. then, he dove right back in.

“so, so handsome buried between my thighs.. wanna see you do this all the time..” you whispered. he hummed into you, sending vibrations to your clit. you held his hair back as he went to town on you, circling your clit with his tongue.

then, he slowly gathered pre-cum on his middle finger and slid it into you, curling it up. a harsh groan left your mouth as he pushed in and out, curling his finger up, then slowly adding another finger.

he quickly changed pace, going from teasingly slow to the perfect speed, fingers working magic on you as he ate you.

he stared you in the eye as he ate you out, you could see his shit eating grin as he worked on you. “s’close..” you groaned, grabbing the back of his head and pulling some of his hair. you grinded your hips into his face, making you come closer to your release.

finally, you finished, you let out a loud moan, cumming all over ryan’s tongue. he looked up at you as he sucked his fingers clean, placing kisses along your thigh.

as you slowly gathered your composure, you sat up, pulling ryan up with you and kissing him. “that was so hot, baby..” he moaned into you, tongue roaming around your mouth as he fondled your breasts.

you hopped off the ledge, clothes dropped to the floor as you swapped spots with ryan. you helped him up, pants down to his ankles as he adjusted himself. he hooked his fingers under his boxers and pulled them down. his cock slapped his stomach and he let out a quiet whimper. his cock was swollen and red, dripping pre-cum from his tip as he looked down at you. “you’re beautiful..” he mumbled, curling your hair behind your ears. he kissed your forehead before you squatted in front of him, rubbing a gentle finger along his tip, then spitting on it.

your hands slid down the sides of his cock, gently pumping him up and down with a slow but steady pace. his breath hitched in his throat as you continued to do so, placing gentle kisses on his thighs before licking up his cock. you bobbed your head down, slowly taking his tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it.

his hands go to the back of your head, grabbing some hair from the nape of your neck and holding your head, lightly guiding you up and down his cock. “so pretty like this..” he moaned, locking eyes with you and placing a kiss on the top of your head.

your hand jerked the base of his cock while your mouth tried to fit all it could, slobbering all over him as you sucked him off. he was a moaning mess, whispering sweet praises in your ear. “mmm, you’re doing such a good job.” he let out a breathy laugh and cupped your cheek.

you quickened your pace and his noises only became louder. “so close..” he closed his eyes and bucked his hips gently into you.

he let out a strained groan as you felt his hot load shoot into the back of your throat. releasing ryan’s cock with a pop, you swallow his cum, wipe your mouth clean and try to catch your breath.

he pulled you up onto his lap and kissed you hard. “so hot..” he whispered, repositioning you so you were closer to him.

he jerked his cock a few times before positioning himself over your folds. he ran his tip through them a few times before slowly entering you. his eyes widened and his mouth fell open as you squeezed his cock with your warm hole. “oh god..” he whispered in your ear, hugging you close. he buried his head in your cleavage and began to move his hips up and down. you join him, quickly finding the pace in which you’d go in that moment.

you watch from the window behind as party goers enter in and out of the house. the windows of the pool house were fogged up with hot breath as he pumped in and out of you. the sound of skin on skin echoed throughout the small room. “you-“ he babbled, “-so hot- god, i love you..” he laughed, running his hands through your hair.

you place small hickeys along his collar bone, hoping maybe someone will see them when you go back into the party. his hand reaches down to rub circles on your clit, bringing you closer to your release..

“fuckkkk,” you giggle, “next time.. we uh.. do this-“ you said in between thrusts, “i want.. to not be in.. some ransom persons… pool house..” he laughed in response. “please,” he groans, pace quickening as he grabs your ass. “fuck!” you groan, cumming on his cock. it happened so much faster than you had anticipated. he continued to thrust for a minute but then pulled out and began jerking it.

“can i,, cum on your,, face?” he groaned. you moaned and nodded, hopping down and squatting in front of him as he continued to jerk in front of you.

he shot his load all over your face, groaning loudly, and placing a kiss on your lips before catching his breath. “wow,,” he laughed. “that was… amazing..” “y-yeah..” you giggled, placing a kiss on his cheek.. “sorry i… did it all over your face, here, let me help. he picked up his shirt and helped you wipe his cum off of your face. “i don’t… need this…” he laughed. he pulled his pants up and zipped them. he helped you get your clothes back on.

he put his jacket on and zipped it up all the way to hide the fact that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. he threw the shirt into the corner of the pool house and continued helping you put your clothes back on. he buttoned up the back of your bra and helped you with your shorts. “thanks, ry..” you smiled, kissing his cheek. “we gotta do this more often,,” you winked, opening the pool house door for him.

you two walked back into the crowded house together, hand in hand.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A/N, thanks for reading! i’m sorry if it sucks, i kinda rushed the ending :0 DM for requests, it would be greatly appreciated if someone helped me with prompts so i can get more writing out! thanks! <3

[dreamsinarcadia]

Hypertension

Prompt: How can I not worry over the person I love the most?

In which Heung-min doesn’t know how not to hover after a visit to the doctor

pairing: sonny x wife!reader

warning: lots of silly grammatical errors that I just cannot find the energy to fix 🫶🏽

She found it near impossible not to love her husband when he was like this, fretting and almost pulling his hair out in worry - a little handsy, but only because he loved her far too much to let her go, to let her walk even five feet away from him.

It was impossible not to love him when he was all wide eyed and beaming bright enough to give the sun a challenge, warm and delightfully flushed (but again, because he loved her far too much to feel calm again).

In the hallway leading to their bedroom, Heung-min was practically skipping. He was also loud, more so than usual, his voice ricocheting off the walls and bouncing off the high ceiling. He was elated, practically demanding that their neighbours in the complex hear it as well, but this level of happiness at such a close proximity was borderline overwhelming.

Not overwhelming in a bad way, but a tidal wave of his affection, so she tried to move his hands from her waist as lightly as possible.

“Heung-min, you know that I can still walk, right?” she asked gently, trying so hard not to let a giggle break through her lips.

His hold on her waist remained firm as he walked behind to guide her in slow and purposeful steps. He hummed cheerfully and nodded in agreement. “I know.”

“Uh-huh, do you really?” she snorted, looking pointedly down at where the tips of his feet came into view between her own.

Playfully smacking his hands away to let them hover her hips instead, he couldn’t help but laugh as the ridiculousness of the situation slowly filtered into his head. “I know you can walk by yourself, but —”

“I’m pregnant, not terminally ill,” she reminded him with an arched brow.

Behind her, long limbs turned her own careful steps into a messy affair with him hot on her heels. The heat from his chest felt like she was pressed against a furnace, something that she never took for granted in the miserly weather of London. His palms, smooth and warm, slipped under the waistband of her pants to rub soothing circles into the flesh of her waist.

He was towering over her like a mother hen, encasing her in a protective shield to remind her that though she was more than capable on her own two feet, he was there to catch her at even the smallest hint of losing balance.

“Again, just pregnant, not terminally ill.”

Still, though Heung-min kept pace and somehow managed to inch even closer, as though he was trying to merge their bodies into one. “You know in some countries, they’re pretty much considered the same thing.”

She really had to stamp down the urge to roll her eyes. “Babe, we just saw the best doctor in London. I’m fine!”

Like words thrown at a brick wall.

Heung-min shrugged. “Hypertension.”

Having finally arrived at their bedroom, she plopped down on the bed and released a heavy sigh. Her husband knelt down in front of her, taking her hands into his own to press loving kisses into her palms.

For a moment, she remained quiet, having her fill of the closeness of his features. Her gaze walked over his skin, igniting a fire in the base of his spine, and she took her time. Then she leaned forward with a secret smile to press a quick kiss to the sunburn on the bridge of his nose. “What are you thinking about?” she asked.

He wiggled his brows.

“Pre-eclampsia.”

She had to cackle then, playfully shoving him away. “You’re so romantic.”

“It’s real!” He insisted, finally moving away to toss his wallet and keys onto his bedside table. “My love, it actually happens.”

Sensing that he was quickly losing his joviality, she gave him a gentle smile and walked over. “I know, but we have so much more time down the line to worry about that. I’m just six weeks in.”

Leaning up on her toes, her lips barely brushed his with the barest of touches, her hand running through his hair with purpose before pulling away altogether. “You don’t have to worry.”

Heung-min shoved his hands in his pockets as he leaned a shoulder on the doorway, admiring his wife and her body as though he could see beyond her clothes, beyond her skin. Every fibre of his being was utterly devoted to all of her, she could feel the tidal wave of devotion that flowed from his heart directly into her own, turning his arms into a safe haven for all her wayward worries and dreams.

“I know,” he said with a tilt of his head. “How can I not worry over the person I love the most?”

He reached out to take her hand and pull her up against him. His hands settled comfortably on either side of her waist and he took a moment to relish the feeling of the soft cotton of her shirt against his palms. They stayed like that for a few minutes before she was waddling out of the room with him pressed against her back like velcro, leading him into the empty room that had previously been saved as an office space.

It had a new, more wholesome purpose now.

Heung-min looked up at the ceiling and then his eyes moved down the walls and the doors before they finally landed on the floors, taking in the sleek oak. He bounced lightly on the balls of his feet. "Yeah, this is going to be a lot of work," he said. “Unless our baby is going to work in a corporate office the first day out of the hospital, we need to start planning out an actual nursery.”

“We’re going to have to decorate a nursery,” she hummed.

“…for a baby,” he mumbled into her hair thoughtfully. “Our baby.”

Oh.

It was happening.

Parenthood.

She twisted around to face him and found herself—not for the first time—overwhelmed by a heady mixture of giddy happiness and tender affection. That had been happening with a frequency as of late, but while her friends told her that she was still under the spell of being a newlywed, she suspected that it would always be the case when Heung-min was just so excited about the prospect of being a father. She reflexively tightened her grip on his hands, which drew his attention down to her. "We’re going to be parents," she told him.

He beamed down at her, lifting a hand to tuck some loose strands of her hair behind one of her ears and tipped his head to one side. "You’re going to be a mom.”

She smiled even wider and curled her fingers into the fabric of his shirt so she could hold him that much closer to her. "And you’re going to be a dad.”

He chuckled and the sound reverberated through his chest and into hers and to the very tips of her toes. She closed her eyes and tried to just soak him in as one of his hands threaded through her hair to hold the back of her head. Then the bow of his mouth pressed to her forehead.

She pressed her face into the fabric of his shirt and let out a long breath when Heung-min folded his long arms around her. She could practically hear the sound of their child somewhere off and away from the house and she couldn't help but smile to herself. Change had never much agreed with her in the past, but after changing her mind, a change of heart, and finally changing her surname she didn't think she minded it so much. She had someone to lay roots down with and hang onto through the worst of anything.

Worth it, she thought to herself. Nothing had ever been so worth it.

[inou-ie]

Pairing: Jingliu x female reader

Warnings: NSFW, breeding, praising, Jingliu has a cock. (gentle sex because she deserves it.)

Author's notes: I love her so much I got carried away with the details.. 😭 anyway, I heard her laugh in JP dub.. she's insane but I can fix her.

MDNI

You slowly opened your eyes, noticing you're in a dark room and the sole origin of illumination resides in the moon's gentle radiance filtering through the aperture in the window. The bed proved to be gentle, yet it failed to alleviate the discomfort coursing through your body, you feel like you just died..

"Finally awake?" A sudden frigid tone emanates from an undetermined point within the room. You noticed a pair of red eyes glowing in the dark, slowly approaching you.

"Where am I.." As you grasp your head, striving to recall the preceding occurrences, a soft chuckle escapes the individual concealed in the shadows. "You challenged me in a battle and then you've met your downfall. Now.. your life is mine." The person concealed in the darkness finally revealed herself.. those crimson eyes and that self-satisfied grin— the last images you beheld before losing consciousness.

Jingliu moved closer, leaning down towards you and whispered intimately into your ear, "You belong to me now..." She envelops you with her arms, making sure to press her body firmly against yours, striving for maximum closeness.

"I can't remember giving myself to you.." you mumbled, your feeble attempts to resist proving ineffective due to the injuries inflicted by her. "That's not how it works.. you lost, I won, and I claimed your life as my prize. Fair, wouldn't you say?" Jingliu gently lowers you onto the bed, intertwining her fingers with yours. Her demeanor, now tender and determined, stands in stark contrast to the brutality she exhibited just hours ago when she had beaten you mercilessly.

Her actions make your heart skip a beat, and as you gaze upon her face, you see a blend of gentleness and smug satisfaction. It's as though she's taunting your vulnerability while simultaneously radiating an air of contentment and happiness.

"I can't wait to taste you.. and be one with you.." Jingliu leans down once more, taking in your scent as she plants soft and loving kisses all over your neck. A small sigh escapes your lips, while your hands reciprocated the hold she has on them. The action made Jingliu hum in satisfaction, she pulled away to slowly remove her clothing while maintaining eye contact with you, revealing her well toned body and along with her massive cock.. already dripping with pre-cum.

You gulped thickly at the sight as you tried to move away, but she pulled you into a tight embrace once more, her cock rubbing against your clothed body. "Do not run away from me, I need you." Jingliu purrs as her hands made their way to undo your pants, pulling it down your legs.

"I promise to take care of you, I was planning to keep you as my pet but you are too beautiful for that." Jingliu says softly, her fingers gently rubbing your clit as she leans closer to your face. "I'll keep you as my lover instead." she added before pressing her lips against yours in a gentle kiss while her fingers rubbed and played with your folds, preparing you for penetration.

You moaned against her lips, your legs spreading widely on their own. Jingliu deepened the kiss, her tongue pushing through to explore your mouth as you feel your mixed saliva rolling down the corner of your lips.

"I can't hold myself back anymore.." Jingliu mutters as she strokes her cock while kissing you even deeper before pulling away after a while. She's now breathing heavily, her hands still moving up and down her shaft.

"You'll be a good girl for me, right..? I won't hurt you, just be my obedient girl.." Jingliu said with a warm smile while spreading your legs apart even more, rubbing the tip of her cock against your swollen clit. You whimpered softly as tears start to form in your eyes which she wiped gently right away.

"Shh, it'll be alright.. I'll be gentle, hm?" She cooed while pressing the head against your dripping entrance. Her hands moved to your hips to keep you still while she starts to push forward, slowly and carefully.. piercing through your tight flesh.

"Ah..! big.." You whimpered loudly as your hands wander around to reach for something solid to hold onto. Jingliu noticed your pained expression so she quickly held you close for comfort, letting you dig your nails into her back.

"It'll be okay.. I promise to make you feel good." Jingliu planted a soft kiss against your breast while slowly burying herself deeper into you. She glances down, smiling at the sight of small amount of blood trickling down your tight heat.

"Ah.. I got your first time, I'm so happy." She hugged you tighter while she pushed her cock inch by inch, trying her best to hold herself back from ramming and pounding into you.

You pant heavily as you hold onto Jingliu as tight as you can, you keep whimpering like a helpless puppy beneath her but she made sure to keep comforting you... until finally, she felt you relaxing and even moving a bit.

"Good girl, you did great. I'm proud of you.." Jingliu whispers lovingly into your ear, she started to move now.. thrusting in and out in a steady rhythm making the both of you moan in pleasure. She leaned down with her tongue sticking out to lick your lips before kissing you deeply. The sound of wet flesh slapping echoes the room along with the loud moans from the both of you.

"H-Harder..." You managed to whisper in between loud moans. Just hearing that single word made Jingliu lose control, holding you in place firmly as she lifts your hips up to ram her cock into you hard but still making sure you're comfortable with what she's doing.

"You're so cute.. I'll fill you up.." Jingliu mumbles as she keeps grunting and moaning on top of you, giving you long and deep strokes. Your back arches off the bed while your hands grips on the sheets tightly, feeling yourself getting closer to climax.

Your teary eyes met Jingliu's, giving you a warm smile as she leans down to kiss your lips while her hips kept moving. "I love you.." she whispers against your lips, her words are enough to make you tighten and squeeze her throbbing cock inside you. "Ah.. so tight.. You like that? I love you.. I love you so, so much." Jingliu kept repeating into your ears, your heart beats so fast you feel like it'll explode. You wanted to say it back but your mouth is too busy moaning and whimpering.

Jingliu lets out a loud grunt, her hands pulled you towards her as she thrusts deeper and deeper until she's completely buried deep inside, hitting your cervix before she floods your womb with her thick load. "Take it all..!" she whimpered, holding you tightly as she pumps the remaining release while all you can do is let out a long and loud moan. Reaching climax together with her, your toes curl and you threw your head back in ecstasy.

After the both of you finished, she collapsed on top of you.. not even bothering to pull out, she just cuddled you close while whispering sweet praises into your ear.

Your heart swells with love, completely forgetting why you even tried to fought her in the first place. Before you drift off to sleep, you managed to whisper back.. "I.. love you too.." Jingliu's warm smile is the last thing you saw before your eyes closed, even in your sleep you feel her arms wrapped tightly around your body protectively.

[stupidfuckingwindow]

Noise // Holland March

Tw: NSFW, Holland gets a handjob in a public place.

Notes; I'd meant to properly write this a while ago as my first post on here. Writing Cable Knit Sweater gave me the inspiration to do this.

Word count: 184

Holland isn't a quiet person. He screams like a motherfucker at the lightest surprise touch. He's louder when he's drunk off his ass, and somehow even noisier when he's messily fucking into your hand.

One can only imagine how he sounds when both of those things are happening all at once.

While you're sure everyone just outside can hear everything, Holland can't be bothered to care. The cigarette between his lips is slowly burning closer to the filter, half falling out of his mouth.

"Oh, fuck-" Holland groans, eyes rolling back. A strangled whine leaves the man, his thrusts slowly starting to get slower and sloppy. His hips stutter, legs starting to shake and the cigarette dropping from his mouth. Pre-cum leaks out of the tip of his cock, coating your fingers and knuckles. "Jesus fucking Christ!"

Holland doesn't last all that long after that, and his release splatters onto your face and chest, making you groan. There wasn't any coming out of this clean either way. Holland cums far too fucking much, and it gets everywhere.

"Fuck.." March mumbles, body falling limp.

[s-sugustar]

𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 — 𝖲．𝖦𝗈𝗃𝗈𝗎 ＆ 𝖲．𝖦𝖾𝗍𝗈𝗎

🎧﹒𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬﹒✢﹐— high out of your minds, both you and Suguru make cookies for Santa, unaware of who’s watching.

🎧﹒𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬﹒✢﹐— Gojou Satoru x black! fem! reader x Getou Suguru

🎧﹒𝐜𝐰﹒✢﹐— non curse au, weed usage, for shits and giggles

🎧﹒𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞﹒✢﹐— drabble

🎧﹒𝐰𝐜﹒✢﹐— 1k

“Shhh! You’re gonna wake Toruuu!” you tried whispering to Suguru. The two of you had spent the latter of the day smoking blunts that Shoko had pre rolled for you whilst Satoru had been on a mission. By the time Satoru had reached home, the two of you were higher than a kite which caused the white haired man to sigh in exhaustion before dragging both of you back to bed.

Whilst in bed, you had been on one side of Satoru while Suguru was on the next. You looked over to check the time and in bright red colors ‘9.34 p.m.’ causing you to huff in annoyance. An idea suddenly popped up in your head, causing to giggle. “Hey Suguru, you awake?” you whispered, trying not to wake Satoru from his sleep. He had a long day and you wanted him to enjoy his rest.

“Yea, I’m up. Why?” he whispered back, turning slightly so that he could peak over to look at you. You heard the movement and turned your head to face him, excitement gleaming in your eyes. “Wanna bake cookies for Santa?” And with the same excitement that could be seen in your eyes now filtered over to Suguru who nodded excitedly.

The easiest part had been over, now they had to get from under Satoru’s arms or well you had to since Suguru had made it seem so easy when he slipped out from under the white haired man. “Hey, raven boy. Come help me.” you whined, struggling to push off Satoru’s hand from around you. Suguru tip-toed over to your side before cautiously lifting Satoru’s arm from around you. Before the two of you knew it, the two of you were already in the kitchen, setting out all the ingredients that you two needed.

“You turned the oven on yet, Sugu?” you asked, kneading the dough with your hands before separating it into smaller pieces to cut out the shapes from the shape cutter. Suguru had been nowhere to be found in the kitchen but rather in the living room sprawled out in the couch, cheeks squished against the arm rest of the couch. You looked back over to where the oven had been and saw that he had it turned on. After you finished separating the dough into much smaller pieces, you walked over to where Suguru had been lying down.

“C’mon Sugu, help me cut out the shapes for the cookies.” you whined, poking his arm in hopes of walking him up again. You stopped poking when you saw that it was no use, a pout adorning your face when he didn’t wake up to your calling. Reluctantly, you were about to head back over to the kitchen before a hand reached out for you and pull you back, causing you to squeal in shock.

A giggle you knew so well sounded from behind you causing you to look back at your attacker with squinted eyes and with your lips in the form of a pout. "Sugu, the cookies." you wailed, trying to stop the onslaught of sloppy kisses that were coming your way. One thing about the two of you when you were both high is that you were whiny and Suguru was more a trickster, always finding ways to make fun of you, just so he could hear you whine and complain. After a few minutes of being stuck in his hold, Suguru decided that it was time to cut the cookies.

With you over his shoulder, the raven-haired man made his way over to the kitchen, pulling you onto the counter to help him with the cookies. With Christmas tunes on low, both you and Suguru cut the shapes out from the dough, pulling off the excess before rolling into a ball before flattening it again. 'Hey, what if Toru is Santa' s secret love baby. Y'know, with the white hair and everything?" you questioned without much thought, not realizing how Suguru had stopped cutting the shapes altogether. When you finally realized, you looked up at him in curiosity, seeing the why his eyes dwindled in concentration and thought.

"What if he is?" Suguru asked, eyes widened in excitement and in shock, hands full of flour finding your face, squishing your cheeks together; charcoal eyes that seemed like an endless void of abandonment and despair, piercing yours, yet the excitement made such a difference in his eyes that the normally charcoal-colored eyes seemed to brighten at the sudden thought that his boyfriend being Saint Nicholas or widely known as Santa Claus.

A pregnant pause fell over both of you before breaking down in fits of giggles, thinking that there is no way that Satoru could be Santa Claus. "What are you two doing up at this hour?" the laughter immediately died down when you heard a voice neither of you wanted to hear at this time. Freezing like a deer in headlights, both you and Suguru stopped laughing to look at your now fully awake boyfriend.

None spoke as you all started at the other, hoping that one would say something. "Are you Santa's secret love baby or are you Santa?" you asked, pointing an accused acrylic nail at the man in question. Satoru tilted his head in confusion unsure of what conversation either of you may have had before he arrived. Yet with a silly smile adorning his face, he decided to indulge in whatever theory the two of you came up with.

"So what if I am Santa Claus?" he questioned, making both of you gasp in shock. "But, if you want gifts for Christmas, you have to go to sleep, otherwise you'll end up on the naughty list with no presents under the tree." he smirked, knowing right where to poke the two of you. Series of "no's" and "but I've been good" rang out in the kitchen, before you and Suguru dashed out of the kitchen towards the bedroom. Satoru chuckled at both of your antics before turning the oven off, knowing that the cookies will be finished in the morning.

[historicfailure]

You're trying - trying to survive, keeping your head up, moving forward. And Kakashi seems to do the same. Somehow. Still, how the fuck does he manage to annoy you this much?

~ X ~

Sorry for the long wait! I'm really, really trying. Somehow like the character in this fic lol

TLDR: I know how to write the story, having the energy and time to write it is on a whooooole different page. I have some chapters pre-written now, I will throw them out sporadically etc but no promises.

Anyway, thanks for maybe staying with this fic for so long and hope you guys have fun with this chapter!

~ X ~

“Fuuuuck…” Your eyes were burning. More and more letters blurred together into ugly blobs on your screen the longer you looked at them, but you couldn’t just stop now. Just a few more questions, then you could wrap up the questionnaire and be done for today. Nevermind that it was already way past your usual hours. The evening sun didn’t make things easier: The orange light filtering through the blinds easily and directly onto the screen. With a low sigh, you leaned back into your chair, let your head tip backwards and stretched your back. Bones cracked loudly, making you sigh again, though this time in relief at the tension fading away in your entire body. More bones popped loudly as you stretched, yawning and moving like a lazy cat, your back arched and balancing yourself in your chair. 

A few steps away from your desk were in order. Definitely. As you stood up, you could look around and groaned loudly. 

“Seriously?” There was no one else on the floor left. All the desks were empty, PCs shut off and lights shut down. One look at a nearby clock made you wince. Fuck. It was closing in on 8PM, nearly three hours after you usually left for the day. 

Your eyes wandered to the doors leading towards freedom, fresh air and a good night full of sleep. Potentially a quick meal as well. Right on cue, your stomach rumbled, loudly demanding anything to fill it, preferably something fatty and hearty. 

“Well, that was clear.”

“Holy-!” You flinched around, one hand flying to your chest. “Fuck, you can’t just-!”

“Sneak up on people?” Kakashi sounded annoyingly unapologetically. The creases around his eyes deepend by a notch. “Yeah, so I have been told a few times.”

“Then why don’t you listen?”

He shrugged. “It’s too much fun seeing the reactions.”

“Oh, you-!” Just barely, you bit your tongue. Nothing you could say would affect him or change his behavior in any way possible. Better to save your energy for the task you still had to complete. “Fine. At least I’m awake now.”

“To do what?” Kakashi nodded at your PC. “Work more? While I can hear your stomach grumble from here?”

“Not much of a choice. The questionnaire is nearly done. I just want to get this over with, then it’s at least,” you rolled your eyes at the screen, glaring as you did so, “done for today.”

“True that, true that.” He nodded slowly. “Then maybe, this will help.”

Only now, you noticed the small white plastic bag in his hand. He placed the bag on your table, eyes fixed on your face and with the small creases around them still in place. “Tadaa.”

“What is that”, you asked as you were already stepping closer, “some kind of bribe attempt?”

“Possibly. Is it working?”

“Depends on the bribe.” Cautiously, you pulled the plastic away to reveal white paper, made to hold together food. “Say, what did you get me?”

“Maybe, if you would stop treating some food like I hid a bomb in there, you could find out yourself.”

“Or you could just tell me.” Despite your words, you picked the mystery food out of the bag and started to unfold the waxy paper. The instant you saw some luscious green and the bright red of a tomato peek through the white, you knew what Kakashi had purchased. “You went back to the café?”

Kakashi hummed lowly. “Yup. Saw you sitting here still when I wanted to go out myself, and thought you could use some food. I even asked you, but you were so out of it you didn’t even react.”

You winced. “Oh god, I’m so sorry. It has been… a long day and I wanted to get this done.”

“Hey, I get it.” His hands rose before they dropped back to his sides, hands sneaking in the pockets of his pants. “Sometimes, work is just swallowing you whole. Hard to tear yourself away.”

“Yeah.” Carefully, you freed the BLT-sandwich from the paper, until you could take a first cautious bite. It was just as delicious as you remembered from yesterday. “Fuck, this is great. Thank you.”

“No problem.” Kakashi still smiled as you took bite after bite from the sandwich. “Just wanted to make sure you’re not devouring the table or something.”

“Because Kushina would have to replace it?”

“Something like that.” He paused for a moment, before pulling out Kurenai’s chair and sitting down. It looked like he wanted to get comfy and stay for a bit longer, and now as you had a bit of food, you were more than willing to allow him that. “How are you doing?”

Between bites, you thought for a moment. “It’s going good,” you paused slightly, trying to find the most fitting words, “I think. Just taking a bit longer today than I expected. I want to get this questionnaire done, just so we can continue with the next step of the campaign.”

“No, no.” Kakashi chuckled. Like it was an instinct for him, he leaned further back in the chair, silver hair falling into his face. “I mean, how are you doing? Not work.”

“Oh.” That you didn’t expect. Not at all. You paused for a few seconds, taking another bite as you did so. “I guess… It’s good. It’s okay, right now.”

“Not too stressed?”

“No. It’s… it’s really alright.”

“Okay.” Kakashi nodded slowly. His dark eyes bore into yours, and you found yourself caught in a snare. Like a rabbit sitting right across a snake, enraptured and hypnotized right in the face of danger. Because Kakashi was danger, in every sense of the word — for you as a member of the marketing firm, and for you as a human being. Because, as you were again painfully reminded, Kakashi was, well, beautiful. 

Even now, in your exhausted, tired and yet wired state of too much energy due to work and freshly refueled with delicious food, you were more than ready to admit that he was. There was a reason why he could easily flirt with the secretary downstairs, or get phone numbers pushed onto him like crazy. Even though he didn’t try hard, his silver hair, slouched posture speaking of his overall nonchalance and the casual yet somehow chic way of dressing himself, really worked out for him. Subconsciously, you tried to straighten yourself out as well as brush off some bread crumbs off your chest and mouth. And wait, wasn’t there also some sauce stuck to the corner of your mouth? 

Kakashi chuckled. “Something the matter?”

“No.” 

“Well then…” Again, he nodded, only to get up and put his hands back into the pockets of his loose pants. “I’m going to go, but don’t stay for too long.”

“Sure. It’s just a few more questions, anyway.” You shrugged weakly, like it was no big deal. 

He hummed. “That’s what we all think, but before we know it, we’re working until midnight on the smallest of details to get it just right. Take care.” And with that, he just… up and left. Didn’t wait for you to answer, just walked away, like he just hadn’t handed you a sandwich, asked about your wellbeing or gave you some friendly advice. Carefully, you looked down at the rest of the sandwich in your hands, only to take another bite. This time though, you were cautious, tasted the entirety of the sandwich and tried to treasure it. 

Fuck. He is nice to me now. This feels… really, really weird. Somehow. 

~ X ~

Long evening yesterday? Good job in getting the work done, but remember to rest well today. You deserve it. 

~ X ~

The questionnaire was doing well so far. You wanted to say the questions were good and well received because they were all created during a long yet productive all-nighter, the reality though was that after you finished the sandwich Kakashi gave you a few days back, you simply went back home. Next morning, with fresh eyes and mind, you were able to look at the questionnaire once more and find several typing errors and clarity issues, which would have impacted the research severely if you didn’t fix it. 

Looking at the results, lots of people noticed the change of the brand Akatsuki from being cozy, well-fitted home clothes to a more expensive lifestyle-brand, not aimed anymore at the masses. Honestly, you hadn’t needed the questionnaire to tell you that, but it was nice to have something on paper to prove to the managers of Akatsuki that this was how their brand was seen. 

After a day of compiling all the results into a single document, you were happy, noticing that you only stayed for a bit longer than your usual working time. You would still be able to go to a nearby store and get one of the ready-to-go meals, so you could have a lazy evening tonight! 

Quickly, you packed up all of your things. In the process, your eyes wandered around the room. There were quite a few people still there, but none of them looked like they would stay for more than two hours, max. Anko definitely was staying for a bit longer, she had already said so during your shared lunch break. For a second, you thought about saying your goodbye’s to her directly, but when she grumbled loudly, only to curse and smash her flat hand onto the desk in front of her so hard that several pens and pencils scattered around the table flew into all directions, you decided it was better for your own safety to keep your distance. 

But as you took the first steps towards freedom, your wandering eyes also flew to the corner of the wide open office, where Kakashi’s table sat in his little, secluded alcove. And there he was still, just barely visible over his two wide screens, some wisps of silver hair peeking over, illuminated by the blue hue of the screen-lighting. 

I should probably check up on him.

Ah, he is fine. He doesn’t need me asking if he’s alright.

Kakashi suddenly groaned; so loudly that your thought process came to a screeching halt. You watched how he got out of his seat, but not to pack up his things and leave as well, but to grab his coffee cup and march right past you towards the kitchen. Without a doubt to grab some coffee, potentially staying late to work on something.

I probably should do something for him.

Why the fuck should I?

Because he got me something to eat yesterday.

I don’t have to.

He didn’t have to, either. And what did he do?

… Got me a sandwich.

Just barely, you kept an eye roll in. Right. As far as you were concerned, you owed Kakashi something in return. And even after a long day of work, you could at least do that for him. After another moment of hesitant annoyance, you adjusted the strap of your bag again and walked towards the break room. Even from a few meters away, you could hear the barely concealed slamming of cabinet doors as well as Kakashi’s irritated grumbling. 

Do I really want to annoy him in this state? 

Before you could rethink your decision, you looked around the corner. And winced at the sight: Kakashi obviously wasn’t in the best of moods. The man was standing beside the coffee machine, cursing under his breath all the while watching how the coffee slowly pooled into his cup. As you watched on, he unfolded his crossed arms to angrily comb through his hair — or, to be more precise, to pull some of it out with the force of his motions. 

Gently and already regretting the motion as you were reaching out, you rapped your knuckles against the doorframe.

“Hey…” When Kakashi turned slightly to look at you, you nearly shrank back behind the corner of the door. Why again did you have to say anything to him now? “Just wanted to ask if you want anything?”

With his eyebrows furrowed and forehead wrinkled up, Kakashi stared at you for a few seconds. Then, he closed his eyes and a big sigh dropped from his mouth, dropping his shoulders and attitude with it. “Ah, fuck. I thought I was alone.”

“Well, in a few minutes, you will be.” That wasn’t what you expected. At all. Slowly, you stepped into the bright, cold light of the kitchen spilling through the open door, while gripping the strap of your bag tightly. “I was just asking. Because of…” 

He nodded. “The sandwich from last time. Don’t worry about it. I’m not hungry.”

“Oh. Uhm, okay. Well…”

For a few more seconds, you waited. Kakashi only looked at you, unflinching and unyielding. The silence stretched into eternity, and instead of thinning and out and ending the talk naturally, the air seemed to thicken with every passing second. 

“If you don’t mind,” Kakashi suddenly spoke up, just when you tried to turn to leave, “would you take a look at some ideas I have? I’m… fucking stuck right now.”

Oh. 

“You’re stuck?”

“Yes.” Again, one of his hands flew up to comb furiously through his hair. “And I hate it.”

He didn’t elaborate, didn’t explain more than that, didn’t even attempt to. His dark eyes just focused again on the cup of coffee, staring and brooding and… being a bit more like the anti-social bastard he had been to you all this time. 

Just this once, then we’re even, and I can let this go, you told yourself. Just this once, and I don’t have to talk to him ever again. 

And it would be beneficial to take a look at his first plans for a campaign, anyway. High time for some in-team communication and all that. 

“Okay.” You shrugged weakly, while internally praying that it wouldn’t take that long. Turning around, you sighed internally, but just dropped your stuff by your desk as you passed by, eyes set on the dimly lit corner of the open office. A few lights around the office were on, but in Kakashi’s corner, only his computer screens were illuminating the looming darkness, painting shadows across the nearby walls of his little alcove. A cave for this man-troll. How fitting. 

Suddenly, the man brushed past you. His scent filled your nose, lingered uncomfortably, only to dissipate after a few deep breaths in.

“Hiding your porn?” you asked, tone only slightly mocking. “Must be really disgusting if you’re running.”

Kakashi was bent over his keyboard. His hand moved; moved the mouse quickly. One, two quick clicks, in which you closed the distance and managed to take a first peek at the screens. To your disappointment, there was nothing incriminating there, just lots and lots of pages of Akatsuki-clothing as well as the opened Photoshop program. 

There wasn’t much to see. A half-finished moodboard, you guessed, with lots of quite meaningless objects slapped onto one side. The other half of the layer was empty. Your eyes dropped to the desk, which was overflowing with mess, notes in Kakashi’s chicken scratches, and a few scattered pens and pencils, one of them a particularly fancy pen in a dark, glossy black with silvery lines running around the body. 

“That’s…” 

“It’s nothing. I know.”

“Uhm…” You shrugged weakly. “How am I supposed to help with that?”

“Some fresh eyes on my notes would be great, actually.” With a sigh, Kakashi handed you a few sheets of paper, filled with scribbles and notes which also could have been hieroglyphs as far as you were concerned. Some words actually could have been hieroglyphs. 

For a few moments, you tried to decipher the words, but nothing made sense to your tired eyes. Hell, you already spent the entire day leaning way too close to a computer screen, and now this? Fuck this. 

When you looked up, Kakashi was intently watching your every move. Almost eagerly, akin to a dog waiting for a reaction when dropping a ball in front of a pair of human legs. “And?”

“Honestly Kakashi… I can’t read this.”

“Ah, it cannot be that bad…”

“No, I literally can’t read this.” You waved the papers into his face. “To be frank, your handwriting is horrible. And here’s not much lighting, so my eyes are starting to hurt just by looking at this.” 

A hint of a smile flashed over his face. Though, that impression only lasted for a second, as he mumbled something incoherent and turned to click on the lamp. Light blinded you, and you had to blink rapidly to restore some of your vision. 

“Thank you.” You put down the stack of notes, trying to focus and make some sense of his handwriting. “I mean, there’s… nostalgia?” 

“Yeah.” Kakashi shrugged weakly. “The new direction Akatsuki is driving at the moment gives me nothing. I’m honestly grasping at straws here.”

“So much so that you’re reaching out to me. I see.”

Thankfully, Kakashi decided not to answer. Honestly, any answer he could have given would have annoyed you even more than you already were. The good mood you harbored over being able to leave earlier than yesterday already evaporated, wiped away by now knowing without a doubt in your mind that Kakashi was one of the sporadically creative people: incredibly valuable if they were inspired, but hindering the process when they didn’t have an inkling of inspiration.

“Okay, this…” You sighed lowly. “This is a big problem. The first meeting with the representatives of Akatsuki is in what, two weeks?”

“Roughly. A little bit less than two weeks.”

Another sigh left your mouth, and you started to massage your temple. You could feel a headache forming right behind your forehead. “Alright. Sure. Let’s just… what do you think of when you think of the new design line?”

“Pretentious.”

“Something positive.”

“Mhm. Maybe…?” The man cocked his head to the side, one hand thoughtfully touching his chin. “Nostalgia.”

“That’s already on here.” You pointed at the stack of papers. “Something else.”

“Capitalism.”

“Even though I agree, we can’t successfully market that idea and expect a profit. Now, something we can market…”

Kakashi thought for a moment. “Higher quality?”

“Great. Work from there, I guess.” 

“Sounds good to me.” Kakashi smiled at you, but you didn’t smile back. Just nodded at him before turning your back and finally getting ready to leave the office for good today. 

You thought you heard a faint “Hey” coming out of his direction, but you just walked a tiny bit faster. It would be easier to pretend to not have heard him. Just… overall easier. For your sanity and the future of your work together; the work obligations you still had to fulfill. Thankfully, you didn’t hear anything else and could leave the office with the tiniest of delays.

~ X ~

A well deserved rest for a valuable team member. I hope you enjoyed your free night. I would like to think that one day, I might be brave enough to invite you out on such a night, but for now, I just enjoy the thought that you had some time to yourself. 

Good luck today, as well.

~ X ~

“Can I steal you away for a moment?” 

Anko, Shizune and Kurenai fell completely silent as you turned to fake-smile at Kakashi. “Thanks, but no thanks. I don’t particularly like to be stolen away from my lunch.” You motioned to the lunchbox on the table in front of you. “Can we talk later?”

Your mood turned sour when he shook his head, albeit apologetically. “I have to run an errand for Minato in a bit, so no. Just five minutes?”

“Fine.” With a low sigh, you stood up from the seat which was grouped alongside the others around Shizune’s desk, and followed the man. Not without visually rolling your eyes towards the other women, then shrugging dramatically. 

To your mild surprise, Kakashi didn’t lead you towards his desk, but instead opted to exit the open office entirely. When he opened the door leading out into the hallway, he held the door open for you. His eyes found yours, only to quickly drop to the ground. 

“Where are we going?” you asked as Kakashi didn’t make any attempts to stop outside in the hallway. Instead, he walked up to the elevators, only to pass by the doors.

Where the fuck was he going?

“Hey,” you spoke up again, trailing after the man like an unwilling donkey dragged up a jagged mountain path as he climbed a set of stairs you had never paid close attention to, “seriously, where are we going?”

“There’s a calm corner upstairs.” Kakashi smiled down at you through the bars of the railing. “Sorry, it just takes a moment.”

“Alright…” Another roll of your eyes, and you started to climb the stairs. At this point, you were just humoring him. First that absolutely ridiculous talk a few days back, showing that he made nearly zero progress with the campaign since the start, and now this? Was he trying to push you off the roof or something? Or something else absolutely ridiculous and over the top, fitting for a Disney channel villain?

Maybe he sings me his little theme song before he steals my soul or something. 

Just a few more steps, and Kakashi pushed a heavy door open. You nearly expected him to let it hit you in the face, but he caught it easily and held the door open for you.

“Thanks.” Both of your eyebrows rose. Quickly, you slipped past him, catching a whiff of his scent and a breeze of fresh air from the outside. 

The door indeed led onto a small part of the roof which was overshadowed by the building beside you. The rooftop was obviously meant to be visited, though the various signs of non-usage — a bit of dirt here and there, vines overgrowing the walls beside the door, and a few pigeons instantly flying away as you set a few more steps onto the rooftop — indicated that not many people visited. 

“Okay. Should be calm enough.” Even though you tried to sound strong and self-assured, you couldn’t help wrapping your arms around yourself. Maybe to protect you from the stronger winds up here, maybe from Kakashi’s intense eyes which seemed to scrutinize you. “What do you want?”

“To thank you.”

“And you couldn’t do that in the office?”

A small chuckle erupted from the man. Casually, he leaned against the wall beside the door, now closed. With him almost guarding your way to escape, it almost seemed like he wanted to pose as Cerberus or something. 

Good boy. Now speak. 

“Hey, I have some reputation left to protect here.”

“As an antisocial asshole?” You snorted weakly out. “Yeah, a really nice image to maintain. Shouldn’t be changed at all costs. Who knows, people might actually genuinely like you. The horror.”

Again, Kakashi chuckled. He didn’t seem too concerned at the insult you threw at him, no. Lazily, he pushed himself away from the wall, strolled past you to lean against the railing close to the edge. Not a care in the world at the height or the strong winds. “Slowly I get the feeling that you don’t like me.”

“What?”

“Yeah. I’m surprised too.”

There was no way he was that self-conceited. Absolutely no way. You could only stare at his back, and only seconds after his crazy statement, you noticed that your mouth had fallen open. The sheer audacity of this overgrown manchild!

“Who do you think you are?”

Kakashi’s entire body tensed up. He turned his head, eyes finding yours, but you just shook your head and continued. “Who the fuck do you think you are? Some kind of always beloved god who can descend to us mortals and grace us with his fucking presence?”

“I never-!”

“Yeah, you never. You never apologized, properly, for once. You also never stopped and thought about why your actions were such a problem for me. Fuck, you never really took time to reflect on your actions, like any responsible adult would!” 

The words just came bubbling to the surface, like you had prepared them for this very moment. Sure, you wanted to act like an adult, but Kakashi had made it hard. So fucking hard, when all you had really gotten was a fine explanation and empty words over a great piece of lasagna. Being civil had been your goal, but this? Him throwing almost in your face how little he truly learned?

Anger bubbled up in your stomach, sourness rising in your throat and your blood rushing in your ears like a storm. Before you knew it, you marched up to him and jammed your index finger into his chest, spitting more of your righteous, built-up fury at his feet. “Did you expect that everything will be alright now? That everything is forgiven and forgotten? Well, excuse me, this is fucking reality, and it doesn’t work like that. It never worked like that.” 

Every punctuation you underlined with another push of your finger into his chest. Up close, you could smell Kakashi again, his stench filling your nose like nothing else. Again, you breathed deeply in, and pushed onward. “I tried to be civil. I tried to be nice to you. And you’re trying, I can see that much. My personal problem is, Hatake, that no matter how many sandwiches you buy when I’m doing overtime, or no matter how many times you try to seek me out with friendly banter, it will never be enough to make up for the fact that you humiliated me in front of the entire office.”

Fuck, it felt so good to watch the man deflate. Watching him being dressed down already had been a treat, but doing it yourself with sharp words and an even sharper tone was a fucking feast, five courses and counting. 

“You didn’t even apologize”, you breathed out. To your horror, you heard the tremble in your voice, which had been steely and sharp all this time. But not anymore. You swallowed, fought against the burning in your eyes, all the while staring Kakashi down. “The least thing you could do, and you couldn’t even do that. And I, as the idiot I am, even buttered you up! Complimented you because I thought, that…”

“(Y/N)...”

“Don’t fucking talk to me right now.” You stepped backwards, you had to. Anything to hide that you were so close to breaking into angry tears. “Just… leave me the fuck alone from now on. I’m talking with Minato first thing in the morning to remove me from the project, so I don’t have to put up with you anymore.”

Thankfully, Kakashi didn’t call out to you again, and before you left the rooftop through the same door, you didn’t look back. Didn’t want to look back, couldn’t stand to see his stupid, dumb, still attractive face for one more second and pretend like everything was alright. 

[13as07]

Birthright #6

(Fugaku Uchiha Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Pixiv Id]

Requested by: Nada

Word Count: 4,717

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Incest (Father/Daughter)

Name Calling: Daddy, Princess, Sweetheart, Good Girl, Harlot

Strip Tease

Exhibitionism

Mentions of Child Abuse and Hickeys

Titty Play

Clit Stimulation

Grinding

Jerking Off

Improper Use of Underwear

Dubcon

Gentle Face Fucking

Voyeurism

Improper Use of Money

Sexual Assault

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Daddy is buzzing next to me, at least his version of excitement. Kenzo is a few steps away from us, swimming in the pile of dresses I've picked to try on. "You're going to look so beautiful," he compliments, his arms wrapped around my waist as he nuzzles my hair.

     Since entering the boutique, the other customers have filtered out, doing their best to not be caught in the glares sent their way by the two men with me. The associates stuck in the store with us, three or four of them, keep their eyes cast down, trying their best to seem busy.

     "Thank you," I mutter, flicking through the dresses on the last rack in the store. There aren't a lot of white options for dresses, upsetting me a bit.

     I'm already betrothed so I'm expected to wear white to the ball. Married women like Mom are expected to wear black, whereas those unmarried and unbetrothed wear red. Those not on the marriage court wear blue. Next year I'll hopefully get to wear black, as long as Itachi takes over and we have the wedding before the ball.

     I softly sigh as I slide the last dress across its hanging bar, even more disappointed than before. If I don't find a dress here we're going to have to go to another boutique. I enjoy shopping but trying on dresses isn't my idea of a fun shopping spree.

     "Stop sulking, Princess," Daddy coos, his fingers jumping up to tip my head backward. "Let me see that pretty smile of yours," he mutters, his lips brushing against my temple. I do as told, painting a toothy smile on my face for him. "Good girl," he praises, his lips strolling their way across my face. It doesn't take long for them to tumble onto mine, the leftover flavoring of syrup from his breakfast coating my mouth.

     I give him a moment to soak in the kiss before jerking my head away. "Can I just try on my dresses?" I mumble, quickly getting fed up with Daddy's suffocation and my want for Itachi. I barely saw him today and only got a sheepish kiss before he raced out of the house. I want my Onii-Chan.

     "Stop being so pissy, Sweetheart," he hums, his fingertips massaging my sides. "But yes, we can go try on your dresses." With that, his arms tighten on me, softly tugging me away from the clothing rack. I fall in line, letting Daddy drag me toward the back of the store, our loyal servant trudging behind us as he tries not to drop anything from the pile.

Daddy whisks me behind a curtain, finally letting go of me once we're in the dressing room. Now free from his grasp, I head toward one of the smaller curtained rooms lined against the wall, planning to leave the two men in the showing space of the changing room. "Where are you going?" He asks, one of his hands lunging forward to grasp my wrist.

"To choose a changing room," I answer, pointing to the five little divided sections of the big room, each hung with a separate curtain.

"Why in the world would you do that?" Daddy mutters, pulling me toward the circle of chairs resting in front of three big mirrors. He settles in one of the chairs, leaving me to stand in the center of the showing section of the dressing room.

"Because that's what you do when you try on clothes?" I mutter, completely lost on what he's trying to get at. Do I not know how changing rooms work?

Daddy softly hums, his eyes rolling over me in a way that sends shivers shooting up my spine. "Yes, it is." Oh, okay, so I do know how changing rooms work. "But there's no one else around so why waste time walking back and forth to change when you can do it here?"

My face heats up at the order disguised as a recommendation, my eyes flickering to find Kenzo. He's settled my dresses on one of the empty chairs, himself standing behind Daddy's chair now.

"But - " I start, quickly getting interrupted by Daddy. It seems to be something he likes to do.

"But nothing, Princess. Like I told you, there's no one here but us. You will change out here and save us time." After the order, he waves his hand, motioning for Kenzo to settle in the chair next to him.

My eyes jump around the room as I sway my weight between my feet, trying to find any sort of argument that'll make Daddy give in. "There's still workers outside and Kenzo is here," I mutter, more embarrassment slowly twirling itself around my veins.

"I doubt the workers will bother us and Kenzo knows what your body looks like. He's gone swimming at the lake with us multiple times. Now come here, Princess." Slowly, I walk forward, keeping my eyes on the ground to avoid looking at Kenzo as I take a few steps toward Daddy. "Aw, my poor Princess," he coos, hands settling on my hips to pull me between his knees. "Don't look so embarrassed. You know I love your body and you know Kenzo will feel honored to get to view it."

Daddy's hands slide across my sides, petting me like it'll help calm down the storm of emotions in my chest. After a moment his hands jump up, starting to push Itachi's dress shirt off my shoulders. "Good girl," he hums right before his lips settle on my stomach, brushing kisses across my skin.

I squirm in his hold, trying to will away the tingles that build from his soft touches and his descending kisses; I squirm from a bit of embarrassment too, a feeling I'm quickly losing hold of. "Daddy, please?" I try begging, vibrating even more when his hands latch onto my shirt and start tugging the material up my body.

"You'll be fine changing out here, Princess. There's not much of a difference. We've both seen your body and a worker can just as easily walk behind a changing curtain as they can walk behind that curtain," he mutters, nodding toward the long cloth standing as the only divider between us and the workers.

My shirt goes tumbling to the ground at the same moment Daddy brushes his tongue over my lower stomach, the wet muscle poking under the waistband of my shorts. "You're just trying to humiliate me because of my hissy fit at the flower shop."

"Maybe, maybe not," he utters, hands falling to toy with the button of my shorts. "Maybe I'm just trying to make you feel better, Princess. Maybe I'm just trying to remind you why it's so great to 'come from an incest-ridden clan'," Daddy coos, snapping my shorts open before slowly tugging them down my legs.

I spare a glance up, getting a peek at Daddy's strained pants. He's a lair, he's doing this to get back at me for my tantrum or because he's still worked up about last night, maybe both. "You're being mean."

Daddy's head shifts upward, his chin resting against me as his fingertips ghost over my panties. "No, I'm not. If I was being mean I would have beaten your ass like I did to Sasuke because of last night. Is that what you want?"

"No," I murmur, shivers sliding up my spine from his light touches. "I don't want that."

"I didn't think so," he grumbles, pressing his fingertips against me, starting to slowly rub circles against my clit. "Take your bra off, Princess."

I hiss in a breath, trying to keep my breathing even as I answer. "I don't need to take my bra off to try on dresses."

"Are you going to wear one with your dress?"

"Well... no," I murmur, my hands settling on Daddy's shoulders to steady myself. I want Onii-Chan, even more than before. He'd make me feel good, make me cum. He wouldn't be teasing me like this, he wouldn't be touching me in a dress boutique. I want Itachi.

"Then you need to take it off so we can get a proper viewing of your outfit, don't you?" No, I don't, but I'm not going to win this fight with Daddy. He's not going to let me win. I cave, my hand stretching backward to unclasp my bra. "Good girl," he coos again, tugging the material down my arms before adding it to the pile of my clothes on the floor.

Daddy's head tips upward again, his lips pressing delicate kisses across the hickeys on my chest, the hickeys Itachi gave me. "I want Onii-Chan," I whine, tightening my hold on his shoulders.

"Oh, I know, Princess. I know," he coos as his tongue lashes at one of my nipples, slowly rolling back and forth across it.

When Daddy gets tired of that, he latches onto me, roughly sucking on my titty. "I want Itachi," I whine again, the knot in my stomach slowly tightening. He hums in response, curious fingers jumping down to press my panties against my pussy before they slide back up to continue teasing my clit.

We stay like this for a few beats, Daddy sucking on my breast as his fingers tease me enough to make me needy but not enough to finish. I stand still, letting him have his way as I squirm and whine for Itachi.

"Alright, Princess," he finally mutters, pulling away from me to relax in his chair. His eyes eat at me again, staying stuck on my panties. Daddy's tongue clicks a couple of times, paired with a slow head shake. "You can't try on dresses with soaked panties. It's unethical and unfair to the store. Take them off."

"Daddy - "

"Off," he repeats the order, his eyes hardening for a second before they go soft again. "You want to be a good girl, don't you? A good representation of clan?" I let out a huff, continuing my whining fit for a few moments before I cave again. My hands fall to my hips, pushing my panties down my legs. He's being mean, doing this on purpose because he knows he can.

"Good girl," he utters, his hand stretching out to me. Reluctantly, I hand him my panties, the embarrassment from before starting up again because of the action and because of my bareness in the room. My eyes trail his arm, watching it flick to the side before quickly being followed by his head. "I can't have my dedicated advisor lacking in the fun."

My face heats up more at the sentence, embarrassed tears prickling my eyes as I watch Kenzo cautiously take my underwear from Daddy. Once his hands are free again, they settle on his pants, shoving them - and his boxers - down enough for his hardened penis to pop out.

     Daddy's hands fall to my hips again, gripping them before he starts tugging me onto his lap. "Come on," I whimper, planting my hands on his chest to keep a bit of distance between us. "Just let me try on my dresses."

"You can in a second, Princess," he mutters, situating himself against me. Daddy tugs on my hips, grinding me back and forth on his dick. My arms tighten around his shoulders, my head buried in his neck to hide the small whimpers and moans that spill out every time his tip brushes against my clit.

"Chief?" Kenzo calls, reminding me of his presence only a few inches away. This is way more embarrassing than the events of last night.

Daddy's head turns to look at him, my forced grinding only getting faster because of the reminder. "When Itachi was younger," he starts, pulling another whine for Onii-Chan from my lips. "I would often find him with Princess's panties wrapped around himself as he got off. You won't get to enjoy your Majesty like I can but I figured that would offer you something. Help you make a final decision on whether or not to try for a daughter."

"Daddy," I hiss, more embarrassment building in my chest. Why is he always so mean? Why would he offer such a thing to Kenzo? It's not like he'll cash in on the offer.

     He ignores me, tugging on me a few more times before he releases me. "Alright, Princess, go put on one of those pretty dresses," Daddy mutters, wrapping his hand around his dick to lazily rub it.

I scurry off his lap, taking the chance to part from him before he can change his mind. I spare a glance at Kenzo as I shift through the pile of dresses, trying to decide which one I want to try on first. My cheeks flash before I tear my eyes from him. He took Daddy up on his offer, just as lazily rubbing himself with the cloth of my underwear sandwiched between his hand and his cock.

     My fingers ball up one of the dresses, tugging it out of the pile and on myself. I know dressing myself isn't going to help anything but it still brings a bit of comfort. At least none of the associates will walk in and accidentally see me. My hands mess with the material, straightening it and tugging it into place.

     "Come here, Princess. Let me zip your dress for you," Daddy calls, the dark glow of his and Kenzo's eyes on me. My legs feel shaky as I walk over to him, my nerves bouncing like crazy as I obey him. "Good girl," he sighs for the thousandth time, a hand back on my hips to turn me around.

Sparks explode across my back as Daddy's hand wanders, tugging on the dress before settling on the zipper. Each tick upward sounds loud and yet so slow. Once it's fully closed, his hand falls back down to squeeze my bottom. "Hey!" I yelp, jerking away from the touch.

The two men softly chuckle at my reaction, burning some of the embarrassment away to replace it with irritation. "You look beautiful, Princess," Daddy hums, leaning forward so he can wrap his arm around me.

His fingers grip the material covering my stomach, yanking on it so it slides up and exposes my bareness underneath. "Knock it off," I whine, trying to tug his hand off of me.

"I just want to look, Princess. Why are you so whiney today? You spend too much time with Itachi. He caves to you too much," Daddy mutters, his hand cementing itself on the skin of my abdomen, keeping the skirt of the dress tugged up. His head tips to the side, eyes locked on the mirrors painting our image. Painting the image of Kenzo getting off to me in the same way.

Their eyes wander my body, always falling back down to my pussy. Daddy's fingers flex against my stomach, routinely rubbing lines into my skin. I avoid looking into the mirror or at either of the people I'm stuck in the room with, my eyes glued to the floor.

Daddy is just throwing a power trip, reminding me I got my way because he allowed it. Reminding me I can ignore him all I want and it won't stop him from touching me, that it won't stop him from getting his way. Reminding me that until Itachi becomes chief, at the end of the day I answer to him, not my brother.

"You should do your Daddy a big favor," he mutters, dropping his hand away from me. It's only gone for a second, soon present again, pushing against the back of my knee. "Daddy needs to finish and I don't have anywhere to put it or anything to clean it with."

     I let myself sink to my knees, my chest brewing with what he's implying. I should have known he wasn't going to let Itachi off so easily after he found out about our time by the dock. Daddy was just waiting for a chance to get back at Onii-Chan and this situation fell directly into his lap.

     "Turn around, Princess."

I do as I'm told, like I always do, slowly turning around with my knees still planted on the floor. "Daddy - "

"Don't start your whining," he hisses, eyes sharp and cast on me. "You weren't whining with your pretty lips wrapped around Itachi, were you?"

"No, but - "

"I have been more than patient this week. I let the stuff by the lake go, and then what happened? Itachi went and let you get used by Sasuke. I am sick and tired of trusting him with you just for you to get used as a harlot by your brothers. Open your damn mouth and shut up," Daddy continues to hiss, his face soaked in irrational.

Instantly, my mouth clicks open, my tongue hanging out just as Itachi told me. A hum spills from Daddy, his shoulders slouching in relaxation. "There's my good girl," he coos, his fingers sliding into my hair, gently toying with it as he sticks two or three inches of himself into my mouth. "Don't worry, Princess, I'll be gentle," he mutters, continuing his light tone.

Daddy slides in and out, never going far enough to make me gag or choke on him. What he doesn't thrust into my mouth he continues to rub his fingers against. He stays true to his word, his pace slow and steady. "Deep breath, Sweetheart," he orders after a couple of thrusts.

Like always, I comply, sucking in a deep breath. Daddy shoves more of himself into my mouth, a groan ripping from his chest as his cum spills out. The taste of him coats my tongue, the salty wet paper-like substance leaking down my throat. "Good girl. You're a good girl. Such a good girl," he rambles, twirling strands of my hair around his fingertips.

I wait a second, making sure he's finished before I pull backward, letting his limp dick drop off my lips. A glare sets onto my face, aiming itself at Daddy whose eyes are screwed shut and whose chest is pumping from his climax. When his eyes open and his head tips up, a soft smile rests on his lips. "That's going to cost me, isn't it, Princess?"

"I'm mad at you," I huff, crawling back onto my feet.

"Oh, hush," Daddy silences me, lunging forward to wrap his arms around my waist. "Let's play a game," he hums, turning me in his arms, and setting me back to face the mirrors as my back faces him.

I can see Kenzo's reflection in the glass. His face is red, his chest huffy, and his hand is still sliding up and down his cock. My panties are still wrapped around him, reminding me that he lusts after me just as much as Daddy and my brothers do.

Daddy's hands push on my abdomen, folding me over. My hands fall to my knees, helping to support my hunched-over position. "You're so pretty, Princess," he mutters, shoving the skirt of my dress up, letting it settle on my waist.

"What game?" I ask, trying to peek behind me. My question is ignored, like always. Instead, Daddy slides my feet further apart before his hand digs through his pocket. My curious eyes trail his movements, watching him tug his wallet out and snap it open.

I shift, trying to get a better view of what he's doing. My sight catches on the dollar bills he's pulling out of his wallet, a few crisp ten-thousand yen. Daddy's fingers carefully roll the paper, ten pretty rolls lining his leg before his attention is back on me. His fingertips ghost over me, settling to spread me open again. "What are you doing?" I yelp, squirming when the feeling of paper rubs against my pussy.

"We're playing our game. Your pretty pussy is going to hold a hundred-thousand yen while you try on your dresses. Every bill that's left in you after you're done playing dress up you get to keep. Sounds fun, right?" He asks, carefully stuffing my cunt with the money. "Want to play, Princess?"

     "Fine," I utter, knowing I don't have a choice. Daddy always gets what he wants and this is what he wants, might as well get some kind of payout from it. My pussy aches with need as he keeps stuffing it full of cash.

     "Your Majesty," Kenzo grumbles, tugging Daddy's and my attention toward him. I try to tug my eyes away but I can't help but watch as he cums, ruining the panties he was using to jack himself off with.

     Itachi is going to kill Kenzo when I tattle and he's going to pick a major fight with Daddy when I tell him about our little game. At least I'll get a hundred thousand yen out of it.

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"We'll be back, Princess," Daddy repeats for the hundredth time, his lips brushing against my wrists to coat me in more kisses. "We'll be right outside the curtain, at the register paying for your dress."

    "I know," I mutter, dragging out the last word as I tug my arm away from him. "I'm more than capable of getting dressed by myself."

     A soft string of chuckles comes from Daddy, his kisses focused on my cheeks now. "And remember, keep your pretty kitty stuffed and I'll double the money," he adds, peppering a few light kisses on my lips.

     "I know," I repeat, gently pushing on his chest. "Go pay for my dress already." Daddy is a little excited about our game, more so that none of the bills slide out so he's extended it. It's uncomfortable, having money stuffed in my pussy but worth it, especially if I win and get two-hundred thousand yen.

      "Alright, alright, alright," he murmurs, pressing one more kiss to my lips before he pulls away from me. "Right outside, Princess."

     "I know," I grumble, rolling my eyes at him as I step away. I swear, I don't know who's more overbearing; Daddy or Itachi.

     With that, Daddy leaves, walking out of the dressing room to pay for the dress I choose. "Princess Uchiha," Kenzo mutters, bowing his head before he slides out of the room too, off to follow my Father and give me five seconds alone.

     A deep sigh pushes past my lips, my whole body relaxing with the sound. I'm sick of Daddy for the day and I'm counting down the minutes until Itachi rids the world of Kenzo.

My focus shifts from the events of the day to finding where my clothes have been littered around the room. Luckily, Daddy left them in a pile by his chair. As I kneel to grab them, the sound of the curtain rolling across its bar fills the room. Another sigh leaves me, this one annoyed, as I climb back to my feet, my clothes pressed to my chest. "I already told you, I'm perfectly capable of - "

Standing in the room with me is most definitely not Daddy, nor is it Kenzo. The boy just a few years older than me who was packaging pick-up orders is the person standing in the dressing room with me. My eyes flicker behind him, glancing at the curtain as I debate what to do. Accidentally walking in on me isn't worth death so I probably shouldn't call for -

     "Don't do that," the boy rushes out, his voice strained as he takes a few steps further into the room.

     "Don't do what?" I murmur, jerking backward to keep the gap between us, my hands tightening on the clothes I'm holding to my chest.

     "Whatever you're thinking, don't do it," he says again, his tone deep and hissy this time, the fright from before gone from his tone. "You're just... pretty," the worker murmurs, taking a few slow steps forward; I match each one with a step backward.

     "I appreciate the compliment but I would appreciate you leaving more," I tell him, trying to keep my tone even and strong like I've heard Itachi do. It doesn't work, my voice breaking when my back hits the mirrors hanging on the wall.

     The boy takes the chance to lunge at me, his hand wrapping around my mouth to muffle any sound I was planning to make. "Pretty girls like you come in all the time," he mutters, using his weight advantage to pin me against the glass. "Pretty girls who don't spare me a glance. Pretty girls with Daddys with deep pockets."

Is he attempting to kidnap me? Is that what this is? That's almost... funny. I wonder what he'd set my ransom as or how he plans to sneak me out of the boutique without Daddy or Kenzo finding out.

One of the boy's hands trembles as it slides over me, shaking my clothes out of my grasp before it crosses over my thigh, his fingertips poking at my pussy. Oh, no, he's not planning on kidnapping me. Maybe Daddy and Itachi are right about not leaving me alone. "Pretty Uchiha girls aren't left alone long enough for me to touch them. Tell me, is it true that daughters of Uchiha men get touched by their fathers?"

The boy - tries - to shove his fingers into me, being met by the bills Daddy tucked into me. He jerks backward an inch or two, his eyes falling.

His eyes glance up at me for a second before tumbling down again, both his hands sliding alongside his sight to tug the bills out of me. "Well, that's a yes," he chuckles, letting the bills fall to the ground. I lost the game with Daddy, I guess.

Once I'm bill-free and emptied pussy-ed, the boy focuses on running his hands over my chest, twirling and tugging on my nipples. Maybe I should call for help. Though, if the delinquent is just going to play with my chest the safest option is to probably let him do as he wishes until Daddy wanders back in to collect me. After all, for all I know the guy has a weapon.

     "What?" The young man mumbles, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Do you not have any fight in you? Or maybe you're enjoying it?"

"Not particularly. I'd prefer if you stopped."

"Nah, you're enjoying it. Why else wouldn't you be fighting me off? You Uchiha girls are kinky," he chuckles, gripping my chest rougher. "Kinky girls that like getting assaulted by strangers and their fathers alike."

"I'm not fighting you because I know Daddy is going to kill you. Why put in effort if he'll do all of it?" I ask, rolling my eyes at the guy. This isn't those brutal assaults or fear-striking gropings I've heard other girls talk about.

The man continues to chuckle, his hips grinding against my nudity now, his boner pressing against my bare cunt. "Oh ya? And who might your Daddy be?" He asks, his hot breath curling against my chest as he bends down to suck on my breast.

"Fugaku Uchiha."

     "What?" The man yelps, his touch falling off of me because of the jump back he takes. "No... no, you're bullshitting me," he mutters, unsure and nervous laughter replacing his egotistical chuckles.

     "Daddy is at the register paying for my dress now. You can poke your head out and see for yourself if you don't believe me."

     "You Uchihas are insane," he barks, glancing at me once more before he starts scurrying toward the exit.

     "Hey, Princess, are you - " Daddy starts to call, pushing the curtain to the side. The man freezes for a second, glancing between the two of us before he darts out of the room. My Father looks after him for a second before slowly turning his eyes back toward me. "Princess?"

     "I think I was just assaulted," I slowly say, replaying the event in my head. That didn't feel like the assault other girls talk about. "He pulled all your bills out of me but technically they didn't fall out so..." Daddy's sharingans snap on, the rest of him frozen as he slowly blinks at me. "Can I keep the money?"

     "Sure," he whispers, his voice shaky and chest pumping with the single word.

     "I won."

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Beautiful Disaster (1)

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Pairing: Gojo Satoru x f!Reader

Gojo Satoru: confident, flippant, an all-around red flag. It’s a wonder why you started a multi-year tumultuous relationship with him that alters the course of your life and those around you.

cw: violence, profanity, heavy drinking/mention of drugs

words: 4k

an: i changed the name of this fic bc i wanted to pls don't come after me (or do i'm not your mother)

an2.0: broke this chapter into two parts so it wasn't a random 10,000 word first chapter, porn next chapter though

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April 2018

You wake six minutes before your alarm is set to go off. The room is dark and cold, but the bed you’re laying in is warm, soft and cozy. Your head aches from the lack of sleep you got last night, having stayed up entirely way too late in nervous anticipation for this weekend.

When you stretch, the warm body next to you pulls you in close to him, begging for five more minutes before you roll out of bed and inevitably leave.

You grant him that wish, snuggling in closer and place several chaste kisses to his lips before he runs his hands along the curve of your spine down to your ass, grabbing a handful, tugging you closer to him. You gasp, feeling his hard length press against your stomach and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth, gliding it against yours, groaning softly as he rocks his hips into you gently.

“I really have to go, otherwise I’m going to be late.”

He huffs before kissing the tip of your nose, “You’re right. Utahime can be a bitch like that.”

“Be nice,” you scold while rolling out of bed and grabbing the bag you pre-packed before changing into your clothes for traveling, kissing your partner, ensuring them that you’ll see them later and head out for the weekend's festivities.

A bullet train and several hours later you’ve reached your destination, just outside of Kyoto at a beautiful venue. The main building is white, traditional with several other smaller buildings resembling the primary one scattered across the lawn.

There are several cherry blossom trees in full bloom where wait staff are setting up various chairs; the wooden archway and florists are getting the flowers setup along the aisle and on the arch posts.

As you take in the view around; the ponds with cherry blossom leaves falling elegantly into the water, the sporadic rays of the sun filtering through the branches of the trees, you absentmindedly run your thumb along your ring finger before sighing and continuing your trek along the cement path.

Walking inside the main building, the floors are marble, with a modern grand staircase leading up to the bridal suite where you’re greeted by several college friends, including Utahime, who walks over and embraces you awkwardly, never having been one to show physical affection.

“You made it, on time even.” She comments in surprise as you chuckle, telling her how you barely made it out of the house with a certain someone trying to coax you back into bed.

She grimaces before excusing herself to go smoke a cigarette, to your surprise, out on the balcony while the other ladies giggle, changing into their outfits for lunch.

Manami Suda makes her way into the room holding a glass of champagne and squealing before taking a seat at one of the vanities near you.

“Did you hear Gojo’s going to be here this weekend?”

You give a curt nod and take a deep breath before sitting in front of the vanity next to hers, turning on the curling iron. It’s a subject you were hoping would be avoided the majority of the weekend, but clearly you’re not going to get that lucky.

“Yeah, I did.”

“Listen,” she says, suddenly serious which makes your brows knit together, “this weekend is about Utahime and -”

You glare at her from the corner of your eye, grabbing a section of hair wrapping it around the tool before letting it go, watching the perfect curl fall next to your face.

“We’re all adults, I’m pretty sure I can handle seeing him for a few hours.”

“I just want to make sure there’s not going to be any drama between the two of you.”

“There won’t be, so let’s just change the subject, okay?”

“Okay,” Manami replies quietly, “want help with your hair?”

You nod and give a half-hearted smile as Manami walks over and begins curling the rest of your hair telling several anecdotes with the rest of the bridal party about Utahime, how they all met and how they’re so excited for this luncheon and the ceremony that’s going to take place in a few days.

All the while, you stare at yourself in the mirror, smiling along with everyone else and laughing when they laugh, a sour feeling filling the pit of your stomach as you think about the events that have transpired over the years that brought you here, by Utahime’s side, of all people, before she walks down the aisle to the love of her life.

September 2011

You’ll never forget the moment you first laid eyes on him.

Skin glistening with sweat in a basement of one of the off-campus university houses, dim lights accentuating the curve of each of his toned, sinewy muscles. Ivory hair damp, lip and eyebrow busted and bleeding from the cuts he received prior to you walking into the crowded space.

It’s a small, cramped room, filled to the brim with other students yelling, screaming and booing while he wipes the sweat from his forehead and blood from his lip with the back of his hand, chest heaving up and down with each deep breath he takes.

You’re making your way through the mob, hand cupped tight to Shoko’s as she leads the way to the front. There’s a yellow ring spray painted on the floor and inside only the white haired man and two others are located. One looks as if he’s acting as a referee, with strawberry pink hair on top and a chocolate colored fade just below. The other person is flat on his back, face turned away from you; he’s clearly been knocked out.

Through the horde a tall man appears, black skin-tight shirt, well defined muscles so visible through the thin layer of fabric he may as well not have one on, his gray sweats hang low on his hips as he bends over, checking the pulse of the boy on the floor.

The room goes quiet and the scent of copper and perspiration fills the room, more noticeable than before as you wait for the verdict. The man stands, with the other boy in his arms, hanging off his shoulder loosely, head dangling towards the ground and walks him out of the ring towards the entrance you just came through.

“Everyone shut the fuck up,” the peach haired man says, tattoos sprawling across his face, eyes small and somehow crimson as he speaks into a bullhorn when the the room explodes with rambunctiousness again. “You all know how this goes: betting ends once the opponent hits the floor, no touching or assisting the fighters in any way and no encroachment on the ring. Break any of these rules, and you’ll get your ass beat.”

Everyone in the room is intent on bloodshed and you wonder if you’re going to be able to make it out unscathed as you stand near the border of the ring. You’re being pushed and bumped into, the sea of people spilling their beers and other beverages as many of them try to make their way to the front, pushing you into Shoko so they can get a better view.

When you came to tour the campus last week and learn your way around, you met two people during orientation - Ieiri Shoko and Geto Suguru. Both were happy to help you get acquainted and show you around, both surprised to learn you were transferring to Tokyo Tech for your sophomore year - the same year as them.

You explained that you wanted to get further away from home, and how Tokyo Tech has courses that are more suited for your degree, so in an effort to be more independent, you opted to go ahead and transfer rather than procrastinating and trying to wait until senior year.

Shoko took the opportunity to show you to the dorms, to where your room is and let you know her room is just a few doors down the same hall, and Suguru let you know there’s a party at his place off campus during Welcome Week, and invited the two of you to come.

Shoko and Suguru were already acquainted with one another and in an effort to make friends, you agreed to come, but an underground fight club is not what you were anticipating to find out about during your first week at this college, or ever really.

The emcee continues to hold the bullhorn to his lips, introducing the fighters for the next round, “alright, this fucker needs no introduction, but I’ll give him one anyway: Gojo Satoru.”

The crowd explodes into whoops and hollers like this guys is a fucking celebrity of some sort.

“What’s the deal with him?” You lean towards Shoko, yelling into her ear so she can hear you over the noise.

“Gojo’s undefeated, started fighting the day Sukuna started this in an abandoned Wendy’s parking lot last year as freshmen. Everyone loves it - sick bastards.”

“How has the school not shut it down?” You ask, eyes trailing Gojo’s movements as he walks around the ring, stretching his shoulders and cracking his neck from side to side, spitting out some blood from his lip in the process.

“The big guy earlier, the one who carried that freshmen out - that’s Toji Fushiguro, one of the professors here. He helped Sukuna start this, keeping an ear out if there’s any talk in the school from the higher-ups. Occasionally these fights will be moved to someone else’s basement, or even back at the parking lot just in case the school decides to investigate.”

You nod in understanding as a young bleached blonde steps into the ring, cracking his knuckles. He looks to be wearing eyeliner, which seems to be an odd choice when getting ready to fight, since it would just smear with sweat, his ears are also covered in earrings which seems like an even worse choice in a fight with barely any rules.

“Who lives in this house then?”

“Sukuna, the emcee,” she nods her head in his direction, “Geto and Gojo, though it’s not uncommon for people to spend the night after these parties, since the house is so big.”

It’s true - the house is large but also a mess. When you made your way across campus and down the street the house sits on, you could hear the music blasting from the corner, several cars lined the driveway and even sat in the yard. Some of them looked incredibly expensive, others slammed or souped up.

The house itself is two stories, white siding with plenty of windows for natural light. There are columns on the front porch holding up a balcony on the top floor. The yard was a mess with red cups and empty bottles strewn across the grass. A typical college party house.

Inside, you didn’t get to see much as Shoko grabbed your hand and led you down the steps immediately.

“Here we’ve got a newbie freshman, trying to prove his worth: Zenin Naoya!” Sukuna states, raising his hand in the air.

You watch as the two men interact with one another with some familiarity, Gojo leans down, whispering something in Zenin’s ear, which clearly upsets him judging by the knitted brows and pissed off look in his eyes, he looks as if he’s about to murder someone while Gojo stands, bouncing on the tips of his toes looking mildly amused with himself.

The two take a few steps back from one another before Sukuna drops his hand. Zenin immediately takes a defensive stance while Gojo throws several punches at the same time several people jab you in your own side, trying to get a better view, pushing you out of the way and slightly into the ring.

“Fuck off, dude!” Shoko yells, grabbing you by the elbow and pulling you back into her.

When you finally look back into the ring, Zenin’s face is already bloodied and Gojo’s lip is bleeding again. Zenin grabs Gojo with his muscular arms and wraps a leg around Gojo’s, trying to grapple him to the ground, but without losing balance, Gojo’s other knee connects with Zenin’s face causing him to stumble backwards.

Zenin isn’t able to recover before Gojo lands a series of blows to his face before landing one final punch to Zenin’s nose, causing his eyes to roll back and his body crashing onto the concrete floor with a loud thud, blood from his nose spraying out and gushing down the side of his face.

The room grows quiet for a moment again before Sukuna mutters a “shit,” and grabs the bullhorn once again, “that’s enough for tonight. Go party, shit heads.”

Gojo doesn’t seem fazed, standing tall, breathing heavy again with blood running down his chin. He looks out into the crowd as if he’s looking for someone. There’s a churning in your stomach that happens the moment his eyes lock with yours; they’re wild and unhinged, which makes you queasy from the intensity. But at the same time, so beautiful, crystalline and blue, filled with a passion you’ve never experienced before.

Like a beautiful disaster just waiting to happen.

He grins at you, it’s lopsided and alluring, the dim light of the basement casting a golden halo over his skin. You smile back, biting your lower lip before Shoko grabs your elbow, pulling you back the way you came.

“We’re taking shots!” Shoko shouts as soon as you’re in the kitchen. The island is set up with bottles and bottles of alcohol along with stacks of red plastic cups lined, some empty to be used, others filled and left behind by the owner.

Shoko grabs a few of the cups, filling them with vodka before handing you one, clinking your cup with hers you gulp it down, wincing and scrunching your nose at the taste before she fills your cup again, taking another.

She’s able to drink more than you anticipated, and she seems unaffected when her friend, Utahime, appears by her side, joining her when you tap out after the back to back shots.

Utahime is in a pair of cute overalls, with a black shirt underneath, her silky black hair is down going past her shoulders with half of it pulled back with a red ribbon. Her eyes are a gorgeous deep set brown. She’s stunning when she smiles brightly at Shoko whose caramel brown hair barely touches her shoulder, the sides tucked behind her ear as she laughs at something Utahime says.

She looks less tired tonight than when you met her last week, the deep purple bags under her eyes less prominent, like she was able to get plenty of rest last night. She’s in pre-med, studying her ass off to go to a good medical school, on top of working part-time at a local restaurant where she works with Utahime, whom you met earlier in the evening while getting ready to go out with Shoko.

In an effort to not be attached to her hip all night, you make your way down the hall and out into the living room. It’s a large open space, a huge sectional couch taking up most of it with a coffee table in the center littered with more drugs than you’ve seen in your entire life along with several bottles of alcohol and a giant TV hung up on the opposite side with surround sound speakers.

Suguru is standing on the opposite side of the couch, facing the direction you just walked in from, talking with a few ladies with bleached blonde hair. Next to him is the emcee from the basement, Sukuna.

He smiles and nods his head, patting the pink haired man on the shoulder and excusing himself as he makes his way over to you. He greets you with a quick “hey,” and a hug which you happily return in your tipsy state.

“You good?” Suguru asks curiously as he pulls away, looking at the goofy grin on your face.

“I’m actually so good right now.”

You were secretly hoping to run into Suguru and be able to spend more time with him tonight. He’s incredibly attractive with his chiseled jaw, gauged ears and glossy ebony hair pulled back into a bun that sits on top of his head. Suguru has an aura about him that’s just calming and makes you feel good about yourself.

“I didn’t see you downstairs.”

“I came up to help Toji with the kid who got knocked out earlier.”

The two of you make your way to the couch as you explain how you must have just missed each other because the kid was being walked out when you arrived with Shoko.

“So, is this like, some fucked up wonderland for drugs?” You ask, nodding towards the coffee table.

Geto laughs before shaking his head, “nah, but Sukuna would appreciate that you said that. Want anything?”

You’re looking at the assortment of pills, powders and liquids on the table as Sukuna walks over, “your boy likes the powder, the other is a fan of the pill.”

“The other?” You look at Sukuna confused.

“Satoru,” Suguru says, “he was the one fighting in the ring earlier.”

You hum and watch as Suguru pops one of the pills into his mouth. “That freshman was already trying to fight him. Doesn’t the semester start in a few days?”

“They’ve known each other for a long time. Family businesses are entwined.” Sukuna states, lighting a joint before offering it to you, which you decline. The night is still young and you want to catch up with Shoko and Utahime again later, so it’s best not to get too fucked up and have to rely on one of your new found friends to care for you.

That’d be embarrassing on your first night out on campus.

“If you’re not gonna smoke, let's go get something to drink,” Geto offers before grabbing your hand and leading you towards the kitchen. You wave to Sukuna just before a girl with light pink hair grabs Geto’s other hand, getting his attention.

“Suguru,” she wines, “can you help me really quick?”

He purses his lips, looking over to you where you smile and say, “go ahead. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

You chuckle to yourself and roll your eyes as you walk down the hall towards the kitchen, placing your hand on the wall a few times to balance yourself so you don’t accidently trip over your own feet.

“Still don’t see why you care.” An icy tone from the kitchen says before you stumble in seeing the voice belongs to Gojo, leaned against the counters, a lit cigarette between his fingers before bringing it to his glossy lips, taking a drag.

“Because these fights are fucking animalistic, and your image affects me too.” There’s a woman with straight silver-tinted hair standing across the kitchen island, her eyes sharp and filled with furry as she stares at the ivory haired man, ignoring your presence.

Gojo shrugs, “sounds like a you problem,” the smoke be inhaled earlier leaving through his nose and mouth as he pushes off the counter, snubbing the cigarette along the way and going to the island to pour himself a drink.

The woman scoffs, grabbing her own cup and stomping out of the kitchen rather dramatically in your opinion. You purse your lips and avoid looking at him as you grab a new cup, dumping a dark colored soda you don’t bother reading the name of with one of the clear liquors, and pour a generous amount in, swirling your cup to mix them.

“You look uncomfortable.” Gojo says, making you look up to meet his gaze.

The lights in the kitchen are brighter than the ones in the basement, showing off his jawline and high cheekbones, all sharp edges. His eyes are somehow brighter in this light as well, more crystal clear like the ocean surrounded by thick, long, fluffy white lashes. He’s in a black shirt with dark jeans now, the cuts on his lip and eyebrow no longer bleeding.

“Uh, what?” Your brows raise and you blink several times because yes you are obviously uncomfortable from having accidentally walked in on their private conversation.

“Gojo Satoru,” he says smoothly, “you look great, by the way.”

Your cheeks flush at the sudden compliment, before muttering a thanks. You tell him your name in response and he says it several times, tasting it on his tongue like fine wine, eyes watching your every movement.

“That’s a beautiful name. Really suits you, just like that dress.” His eyes unashamedly wander your body before he comes to stand next to you. He’s confident, cocky and his mere presence is intoxicating. “You new?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Freshmen?”

“Sophomore.”

“Hm. Maybe we’ll have some classes together.” He grins down at you as you crane your neck up to him because he’s so, so much taller than he looked in the basement earlier.

“What’s your major?”

Gojo tells you he’s pre-law, hoping to get a good internship junior year and make his way into an Ivy League law school. You tell him your major and the classes you’re taking, but he just says “guess you’ll have to wait and see,” when you ask if there are any classes you have together.

You roll your eyes and laugh, taking a sip of your drink, watching him smile over the rim of your cup.

“You don’t seem uptight. I think most uptight people just aren’t being fucked all that well.”

You cough and sputter into your drink, not having expected him to say that, “is, uh, is that what her problem was?” You nod your head towards the entryway to the kitchen where the silver haired woman left, “she just isn’t getting fucked well?”

“Ouch,” he feigns hurt, holding his hand over his heart, “I’ll have you know I’m a great fuck.”

“That’s great,” you laugh awkwardly, “that’s really… good for you.”

Satoru smiles down at you, and you’re not entirely sure when during that conversation your back made contact with the wall behind you, but it did, his face inches from yours, leaning on one of his long arms caging you in.

“God, your laugh is precious,” his voice is low, honeyed. He grabs the cup you’re sipping on between two of his fingers, setting both his and yours on the counter next to you, and you just let him.

Turning your head up to meet his gaze, you feel your cheeks heat again, noses brushing alongside one another. Your lips part every so slightly when his ghost yours; you lean forward, ever so slightly, unconsciously trying to close the almost non-existent gap between the two of you but he moves away ever so slightly with a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

You find yourself gripping the fabric of his cotton shirt at the base of his stomach, feeling his hardened muscles clench at the contact, keeping him close.

His breath is mingling with yours in the tight space, smelling alcohol and cigarettes with each exhale.

“Gojo.” you murmur, almost a whisper, almost pleading.

He chuckles, hand finding its way to your hip as he threads the other through your hair, slotting his lips with yours. 

Gojo’s a graceful kisser, tasting of alcohol and mint from the cigarette. His lips meld with yours, snaking your lower lip between his teeth, tugging playfully, loving the sound of the soft sigh that leaves your lips as he does this.

The feeling of a little metal ball on his tongue takes you back for a second before you realize he has his tongue pierced, the thought sending a jolt right to your core, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.

You can’t hear the ongoing party, haven’t been able to for a while now. The bass is still reverberating through the walls and the floor, from the tips of your toes through the rest of your body.

He pulls back, eyes half lidded flickering between yours and your lips, voice husky with arousal as he asks, “my room?”

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[nofuneralplease]

Awhile ago on Twitter I saw a peterick manip that I had a lot of fun pulling apart, and part of the fun is that I found out there was some pretty interesting history behind it. In the spirit of trying to use this blog more and being able to write a whole lot more over here I wanted to go into the whole thing in more detail.

Behold! If you're familiar with the Olde Internet and making horribly filtered graphics- things of this nature are very easy to identify. But since I see a lot of people both younger and older than me not spotting it, here's some tips. Different quality of images, different or nonsense light sources, etc. If it seems to good to be true, honey, it probably is- or whatever! But where did these images come from?

This photo is a composite of Patrick Stump (with Albert Maysles) at the CosmoGIRL! Born to Lead Awards on Nov 13, 2007 and Pete Wentz (with Ashlee Simpson) at Clive Davis' Pre-Grammy Party on Feb 9, 2008. Here are both the original images and it overlaid at 40% opacity. I'm not still entirely convinced I found a photo of the right angle of the Pete and Ashlee kiss, but it has to be the same event.

Pete was the easiest to date his look and find. The hair length, the "adventurous" hat, the blazer- it all feels pretty typical of that era and his many photo ops with his now ex-wife. I was able to immediately find it by looking for images of Pete and Ashlee at events from 2008, but I wouldn't have needed that much precision to find it...

(See them peeking out from the bottom of this screenshot of the Google results for "Ashlee Simpson Pete Wentz Kiss")

Finding Patrick Stump however took atleast an hour because I had so much confidence his look was from early 2008. Jokes on me! On top of the event being pretty unknown it was actually from late 2007 and now I've seen so many photos of Patrick from those two years I can date specific haircuts down to the week. I'm deeply unhappy about this development.

Now someone might be asking: why the fuck was Albert Maysles hanging out with Fall Out Boy?

If you aren't familiar with the late Albert Maysles he was an American documentary filmmaker best known for the films he made with his brother David. Famously the Rolling Stones documentary Gimme Shelter (1970) and often referenced and parodied documentary Grey Gardens (1975) which is more than I'm able to explain right now .

It was reported by Rolling Stones, MTV News and Indiewire (which I've pulled the below quotes from) that Albert Maysles had expressed interest and was in the process of making a documentary of Fall Out Boy and potentially Decaydance as a record label? Whatever happened to this project, I don't know! I occasionally look for information about it and find a lot of dead links/ends.

However, it is pretty interesting! And a neat piece of history I wouldn't have learned about if I wasn't trying to figure out how a peterick manip was made.

[quicktosimp]

I'll Take it All

Kinktober Day 25 Spider

Warnings: Caught Masturbating, Humiliation, Cock Cages, Dirty Talk, Sub!Spider, Dom!Reader, CBT, Sounding, Cum Eating, Aged Up

A/N: This is the result of my previous poll, thank you to everyone who voted 😘

And thank you @pandoraslxna for arranging this event for us all 💕

Spider was late. We were meant to meet at the door so we could go to the waterfalls to bow fish; however, after waiting 10 minutes, Norm and Max spotted me, and they told me that Spider hadn’t left his room yet. Worried that he may be sick and hiding it again, I march towards his room, the silly little air filter hanging from my neck. If he is sick, I will not leave him; otherwise, he will try and go about as usual.

The odd tawtute rooms are made of cold metal, unpleasant on my bare feet. Approaching his room, my ears twitch as I try to focus on what I’m hearing. Soft pants filter through the door to his room, and I’m worried that the lung infection he had last year came back. As I walk towards his door, the breathy pants are mixed with moans and whines. And I realized I got stood up so that he could pleasure himself. Peeved, I waited at the entrance to his room and quietly opened the door. 

Spider’s hand was wrapped around his cock, slowly sliding it up and down as his other hand was handling his balls, rolling them in his hand. His pretty tawtute cock head is flushed red from playing with it for so long. Pre was dripping from the tip, yet he wasted it as it flowed past his fingers and onto his bed. I simply stood there silently as Spider continued to stroke his cock, thumbing at the tip, whining as he did so. Spider’s eyes were squeezed shut, his head thrown back, and his mouth gaped open. Needy little whines escape Spider’s mouth as his hand speeds up, twisting his wrist at the tip, nearing his climax.

“What are you doing, Yawntutsyìp?” I ask, revealing myself, leaning against his doorway.

Spider’s hand flew off his dick, “Syulang!” He gasps, eyes wide as his chest heaves, “I was, I was just-“

“Just what? You abandoned our plans so you could play with you’re tiny tawtute cock?” I stalked into his room, closing the door behind me, “And worst of all, you broke the rules.”

The flush in his cheeks darkened, “Wh-what,” Spider squeaked before clearing his throat, “What rule? I didn’t break any rules,” he tried to convince me.

“Really?” I ask cocking my head; I walk over to his bed, running my finger through the puddle of pre on his bed, “because I watched you make this,” I bring my finger to my lips, licking off the salty tang of his precum, “and you were going to waste it weren’t you?”

“Please, Syulang-“ he starts to beg.

I cut him off, “No, Spider, you know the rules,” I reach into the cabinet next to his bed, grabbing the tool needed for his punishment, “Now, why don’t you finish what you started, because it will be a while before you get to do so again.”, showing off the metal of his cock cage.

“Please, Tìyawn, don’t make me do this,” Spider begs, his eyes wet with unshed tears.

“You know what to do. Either handle it yourself, or I will go to one of those tawtute devices that makes the frozen water.” I threaten crossly. 

“I’ll do it! Please don’t use ice again.” Spider rushed out before slowly moving his hand back to his cock.

I walk over to the stool I made for his room. I sit on it, crossing my legs, “Go on.”

Spider looks at me before looking back at his dick, seeming uncertain.

“I gave you privacy, and you betrayed my trust. You were out of your cage for eight days. You know I don’t mind if you pleasure yourself, but you are never to waste your cum. Yet you made a mess, your cum soaking into your bed. This time, you’ll be in your cage longer. If you can’t control yourself, I’ll control it for you,” I scold him.

“Longer? Please, Syulang, I can barely survive a week! Please don’t make me go longer!” Spider launches himself, kneeling at my feet.

I look to my right, and I spot the clock next to Spider’s bed, “See your clock?” I point at it, “It reads 3:26. Every minute it takes you to finish is two more days added to your seven days.” I leered down at him, pleased with the sight.

“Okay, I can do it!” Spider exclaims, shifting to stand up.

I place my foot on his shoulder, sitting him back down, “No, you can stay here. I’m enjoying the view.” 

Spider settles himself, curling in, trying to hide himself from me, “Absolutely not, sit tall and spread your legs; I want to enjoy my show.” I scolded, pushing him back with my foot. 

Spider settles himself into the proper position, displaying his broad chest to me, his pretty pink nipples stiffened into nubs. His stomach flexes with each breath, and his cock bobs with each breath, standing to attention, the head leaking, dripping down onto the floor. 

Spider looks down at the floor as his hand grabs his cock. Spider shudders as he strokes it from base to tip. His thighs flex as he twists his wrist around the head before stroking back down. His hips twitch as he drags his hand up again, thumbing the head. He repeats this several more times, and I am surprised by his behavior.

“It has already been two minutes. That is four more days added to your punishment. Yet you still stroke yourself leisurely. It seems you want your cock to be locked up.” I muse.

But the flush that covers Spider’s skin deepens as whimpers leave his lips, and I finally realize what is happening.

A giddy smile covers my face, “You want to be locked up! This is why you always act out! My naughty tìyawn,” A dark desire pooled into my core, “Look at me, Spider, tell me what you want.” I place my foot under his chin, lifting his head to me.

The tears in his eyes had spilled over, falling down his face, “You. I want you to take over. I love it when you control my dick and only let me cum inside you.” Spider whispers revenitly.

“Oh, my tìyawn. How long have these thoughts been on your mind?” I ask gently.

Spider licks his lips as more tears fall, “Ever since the first time you placed me in the cage.” His hips thrust at the memory.

“Tell me, Spider, tell me precisely what you want, and I will give it,” I explain sternly, meaning my words. 

“Lock me up and only free me at your will,” Spider’s eye filed with truth, love, and devotion.

“Then it will be done,” I lean down and kiss his lips tenderly, sealing this moment.

Leaning back, I look upon him with love, thanking Eywa for gifting me my perfect mate.

“Finish yourself, my love. It will be a while before I give you release again.” I mutter.

He looked surprised but relieved, “How will I be punished? If I am always to be locked up?” Confused and eager.

Chuckling, I point back at the cabinet, “There is an attachment to your cage that I know you love to hate. The same rules apply but will only apply to the attachment.” I grin at his stricken face, “I would hurry. You’re now at a total of 15 days,” I lean back and watch his panic. 

Spider grips his cock and fists it vigorously; no technic is used, just fast movements of his hand tugging at the sensitive flesh. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, please let me cum,” Spider begs.

I sat there thinking momentarily as he flexed his stomach, holding back his release, “If you are ready to cum you may.” I allow, a dark grin on my face.

“Thank you! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” Spider chants.

I watch, waiting for the moment that he is ready to cum. I see it flash across his face, and I couldn’t let that happen. I place my foot between his legs without him noticing and kick. Spider freezes as pain and horror pass over his face. He choked on his breath as he fell onto his side, grasping his balls. 

“Yawne, what is the matter? I thought you were going to cum for me?” I mock.

He just looks at me, his mouth gaping like a fish on dry land.

“Go on now! I want to see you cum!” I giggle.

Spider kneels back in place unsteadily, displaying himself for me. And I cannot help but roar with laughter, “My little slut like his balls being kicked!” 

His dick is still rock hard and dripping pre, “Yes, Yawne.” He grabbed his cock, and started again.

Spider’s touch was tentative this time, his balls smarting, unwilling to be pulled on. His dick was an angry red color, and a string of pre connects his cock to his floor. As his hand glided over his dick, he winced every time the skin on his taint was pulled, but his cock never stopped drooling. 

“Please, Yawne, it hurts,” he whines, but he never ceases his motions.

“I know it hurts, but you like it, don’t you?” I purr, smirking at his beautifully pathetic form.

A moan slips from his lips as he picks up the pace of his hand. I place my foot between his legs again. Spider stiffens, but he doesn’t move away. I rub at his balls with firm pressure, his pre leaking over my foot.

Spider’s hand picked up speed, no longer caring about the pain he felt. His breath came out in pants as his moans picked up in sound.

“Shit hurts good,” He groaned, pulling at his cock, grinding himself into my foot.

“Aww, do you like that, Yawntutsyìp?” I ask, helping by giving him more access to my foot.

“Yes,” He whines, picking up speed.

I tap my foot onto his balls, giving him a sharp pain as he fists his cock.

Spider’s body went taunt as he shouted, “Yawne!” Cum spill out of his dick and onto my foot, leaving a huge mess, and he finishes riding out his orgasm. 

I watch as he comes down from his high, leaning onto my leg, his breathing becoming easier. 

“You made a mess. Now clean it,” I demand.

Spider takes my foot into his hands and places kitten licks on every drop off me. His tongue is white as he pulls back to show me his mouth full of cum.

“Good boy, you may swallow.” 

Spider’s throat bobs as he swallows his cum, before showing me his empty mouth. Now that his side of the bargain is up, I look at the clock. In bright red letters, it shows 3:35.

“That took you nine minutes. You have a total of 25 days of punishment.” I explain, standing to retrieve everything I need. 

Spider hastily looks to the clock, seeing what I said was true, “No! Please! I can’t last that long!” He begs, hugging at my waist.

“Locking you up is no longer a punishment, so we must resort to this. Hopefully, this may just end your rule-breaking streek.” I set the object on the side of his bed, kneeling before it, “Now sit or lay down. This will be happening,” I gesture in front of me.

Spider drags his feet as he climbs into bed, laying himself so his legs are dangling off the bed. I grab his chastity cage, nine rings of metal that will lock behind his balls. I gently maneuver the sensitive flesh through the rings and lock it into place. The following two items I grabbed were the bottle of tawtute fake slick and what I was told was called a syringe. I fill the syringe up to 15ml before setting the fake slick aside.  I grab at his caged cock lining the syringe to the hole there.

“Please, Yawne, please don’t make me do this,” He cries as I push down the plunger, the slick filling his insides.

“Shhh, mawey, it will be alright. It will be over before you know it,” I croon, taking care of the discarded items, letting the slick travel down further inside and out the tip of his dick. 

 Returning to the bed, I grab the last item, a clear hollow tube that screws into the cage. I lined up the tube correctly, but I paused as Spider tensed. I let for a second, rubbing my hand on his side.

“Mawey Spider, just relax, breathe for me,” I gently urge. 

Spider breathes deeply and exhales; slowly, his breathing returns to normal, and he relaxes where he lays. Slowly I moved to handle his caged cock, lining the tube again before I pushed. The whine that came out of Spider’s mouth was high and needy, unsure if he loves or hates it. I continue pushing the tube inside as Spider struggles to keep still. I feel a sudden resistance towards the end.

 “Deep breath in, Yawne,” I wait as Spider follows my orders, and when he exhales, I push past the barrier. 

“Fuck!” He screams as the tube enters his bladder.

I screw the tube to the cage, using a second lock for the tube and the plug itself, securing everything in place. I can see how Spider’s cock pushes at the rings of the cage, chubing from the attention.

I pat his cage, “There you go, Spider, you’re all secure now,” I mutter teasingly.

Spider thrusts his hips in the air, grimacing at the feel of the bars restricting his cock, and the feeling of the tube stretching his cock. 

“Now that’s enough of that,” I exclaim, slapping this thigh.

Spider groans as he settles down, “Please, you can’t make me do this for 25 days. I need to go on the hunting party!” He tries to counter.

A dark grin covers my face as I sweetly tell him, “And if you go on the hunting party, I know a certain Sully who would love to help you with your little problem.”

[undead-merman]

Day One: Sleep Paralysis

GN-Reader and Belphegor

Contains non-con, somnophilia without consent, cum marking, and body paralysis.

Your room was silent, much too silent after the year in hell, or the Devildom as the residences called it. You were used to the ambiance of seven other demons inside a single home. Beelzebub’s midnight snacking; Mammon’s soft footsteps while sneaking in, out, and around; even Leviathan’s all night gaming sessions. You had gotten so used to it that now the quiet was deafening.

No matter how much you tossed and turned, sleep would not come and it was agonizing. All you could do was stare at the ceiling, since all your other methods were useless. Even when you tried to close your eyes, they refused.

Letting out a deep sigh from your nose, you decided to simply just get up and figure out something else to do rather than staring at the marks in the ceiling. But your limbs were stone. You could not even wiggle your toes. You try again, yet your body doesn't respond, as if you're simply trapped in flesh that isn't your own despite looking down at it.

Furthermore, you feel your heart rate begin to work its way up, beating faster and faster as you try to regain control, but it's simply a fool's task. The pale moonlight that filters in through the window allows you to notice something. It's brief, like chasing a fading dream, but it was there. An arm? No, it had to be some trick your eyes were playing on you. Your heart begins to hammer. No… that was an arm, it moved again, this time gripping at your sheets from some space below your mattress and bed frame. The creak of the old wood and flimsy and loose screws. The mattress springs creek when a shadowed mass creeped up like a massive spider, limbs on either side of your body, and you could feel its density… real, true mass shifting the linens as it stood above you.

A humanoid shape trapping you like prey, with you pinned between both its arms and legs. You could hear it breathing. It’s warm breath covering your body like a thin veil over and over as this thing hovers over you. Real, not just some dream, and you were helpless as it straddles you, and its shadowy face leans down to your neck.

Warm and wet. What you could only assume was a tongue dragged over your flesh. A long stripe with the flat of their tongue against the skin of your carotid artery and all the way up your chin. Whatever this was, you know they can feel your blood rushing, running cold with terror. A hand, smaller than the monstrous shadow casting over you, would first make you believe. It slowly dragged the covers from your body, like a surgeon with you on the table. Slow yet savoring. Then your night shirt was pulled up just under your chin as they pulled back to admire your bare chest.

The shift of their weight revealed something. A throbbing hardness between their legs. You could feel its full length on your lower stomach, the tip while still confined in some kind of covering was lined up right below your belly button. All you could do was reflexively gulp. Yet in doing so, attracted the eye of this monster.

Slowly drifting from your chest and up to your eyes were a deep, despicable dahlia colored iris, almost glowing in the night. Staring right into your very own. A laugh, sharp and smooth against your bare, paralyzed body. Hips grind down against your stomach, gland dipping into your belly button as they roll with a set rhythm.

Pull at your limbs and try to focus them to obey as much as you can, you are immobilized completely and utterly. It only paused when they fished out their cock and pressed it against you once more. Hot like fire, pre-cum leaking onto your stomach as they grind harder and harder into the soft flesh of your stomach. Soft panting mixed in with mellow laughter, like it was delighted to have you so powerless. They shuffled, and you felt something brush against your thigh, like an animal. Yet there was nothing there but a shadow which seemed connected to this thing. Brushing back and forth as the silhouette shuffled closer, the smell of musk thickened as the pale cock came closer, thrusting up and against your throat.

Smearing more of its sticky fluid over your skin, you could only accept and hope it would show mercy. That it would hurry and finish, that it wouldn’t hurt you. So close, too close to vital area’s it could kill you so easily, but instead it's doing this… Its rhythm gets faster and faster as its penis gets hotter and hotter, as if it is searing your flesh and leaving behind the melted salty flesh.

Cum shot onto your face, on your lips, clinging to your eyelash and threatening to drip into your eye, even inside your nose and across your forehead. The overpowering stench of sulfur was suffocating, its breath ragged as its member twitched and dripped more and more against your throat. Those eyes, they haven’t left your gaze for a moment. They haven’t even blinked, fixated on your own. The light that managed to pass through the blinds and curtains illuminated white lips. They moved, but not a sound came from them. You didn’t need to hear, what this person mouthed was as clear as day.

“Mine.”

The light in the room shifted, a vehicle passing by, and the rays swept the inside of your bedroom. It was blinding in the deep pitch black darkness. It cut through the figure and in a flash it was gone. Your breath finally catches up with you as your body is suddenly yours once again. Bolting up, you smear the seed from off your face and spit the remnants off your lips, tears clinging as you hack and gag.

On the bed, perfectly sat in your lap, was a single strand of deep violet blending with a silverish white in the moonlight. The only thing left behind by the midnight visitor.

[forget-you-morelike-fuck-you]

Part-Time Lover- E.M.

This was hard to write. I don't like writing Eddie as the bad guy. Sorry it's so short, but ask and you shall receive!

Eddie makes the worst decision of his life.

Separate Ways - Euclid

Masterlist

TW- Cursing, Drinking, Smoking, infidelity, non-consensual kissing, allusions to smut at the end

Pairings- Eddie X Chrissy Cunningham

Word Count- 1,722

(Gif not mine, Credit to owner!)

When Steve said he was throwing a New Year’s party, Eddie thought it would just be the usual suspects; Eddie, Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, and the kids. Eddie was feeling down about you leaving again to go back to Utah, so he figured it might cheer him up to have few drinks, smoke a few joints, and watch the ball drop with his friends, then call you when your time zone struck midnight. He had been at home moping since the day after Christmas, so a change of scenery would be nice. But when he pulled up to Steve’s house, it was crawling with a bunch of drunken teenagers and twenty-somethings raging to loud music. Eddie breathed a heavy sigh, wondering who it was that turned this from a small gathering to a massive house party, debating turning around and going home before finally turning the engine to his van off. Regardless of how many people were there, it would still be nice to spend some time with friends rather than spend the night crying about the 1500 miles of distance between you and him. 

Eddie made his way into the party, squeezing through the gaps of the sweaty dancing couples littered around Steve’s front room, eyes scanning the place in search of one of his friends. Finally, as he approaches the kitchen, he hears Robin’s loud, booming laughter as Nancy tells what was probably not a really funny joke, judging by the disappointed look on Jonathan’s face. “Hey, guys!” Eddie announces himself as he squishes his way into the circle of them. They all greet him with varying levels of enthusiasm before going back to their conversation, not really making an effort to include him now that he’s arrived. Eddie’s never really been good with situations like this. And, really, the only reason he usually ever came to these sorts of functions was for you. You were really the social butterfly out of the two of you, always making sure Eddie was included in the conversations and jokes you shared with the rest of the party.  

Eddie breaths a soft sigh before ladling himself a glass of hooch, or what Steve liked to call “The Tropical Russian,” which was basically equal parts Vodka and Coconut Rum mixed with lemonade and Blue Curacao. God awful tasting, in Eddie’s opinion, but it would at least make the anxiety of the sea of people surrounding him dull a bit as he wades through toward the back door for a smoke.  

The back yard is a little more tolerable, noise wise. With the pool closed, there aren’t many people out. Only a few couples making out at the edge of the tree line and a few other smokers puffing on their cigarettes and joints, their smoky breath more visible in the teeth-chattering cold. Eddie pulls a pre-rolled joint of his own out of his jacket pocket and holds it between his lips as he searches for his lighter next. The warmth of the flame helps the numbness seeping into the tip of his nose momentarily as he takes the first deep drag, holding it in his lungs for a minute before letting it go. He stands like this for a few minutes, watching people filter in and out of the house for whatever reasons they have, switching between taking sips of his drink and hits from his joint as the paper burns slowly between his fingers, warming as it gets closer to the edge. Eddie’s just about to drop the roach when he feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns his body to see a girl with strawberry blonde curls hidden beneath a heavy woolen hat. A smile finds its way to his lips. 

“Hey, Chrissy, I didn’t think I’d see you here,” He greets her. She returns his smile, her big doe eyes looking up at Eddie’s face several inches above hers.  

“I didn’t think I’d see you here, either. You never come to these sorts of things,” She comments with a grin. Eddie shrugs, his mouth quirking. 

“Yeah, I don’t usually. This has always been Y/N’s thing. But since she’s gone, I’m trying to keep in touch with our friends. She doesn’t want me to be a loner,” Chrissy giggles at that. 

“I get that. But it’s nice to see you here. I didn’t think I was gonna be able to come, but my parents went out to their own party, so they won’t notice I’m gone...” Chrissy shrugs, eyeing Eddie for a moment. “Do you think I can get a puff of that before you put it out?” She gestures to the tiny tube of paper between Eddie’s fingertips, and he hands it to her with a grin. She takes it carefully as to not burn her fingers and takes a small puff, then one more before the roach gets too hot and she drops it into the frozen grass. She holds the smoke in for a moment and blows it out into the chill. “Thanks,” Her expression relaxes as she waits for the drugs to take hold. 

Eddie gives a small laugh, his high having started settling in already. “No problem. If you want more, I’m sure I’ll be back out here soon. These things make me anxious with so many people,” Chrissy reaches out a hand to put on Eddie’s arm. It’s a friendly gesture, to Eddie, at least. 

“Yeah... I’m really sorry that people don’t see you the way you should be seen. You’re a really great guy, Eddie,” Eddie gives Chrissy a grateful smile. 

“Thanks,” He’s at a bit of a loss for words then, because the way Chrissy is looking at him reminds him of a certain way you do. Her eyes are almost pleading, lashes fluttering sweetly. It takes him aback a moment, and a pang of sadness hits him in the gut. He misses you so much. He wishes that you could be here with him, that he could celebrate this night with you. “Well, we should probably get inside...” Eddie starts moving away and Chrissy’s hand drops from Eddie’s arm. Chrissy stays quiet but nods, and the two start moving toward the door.  

Chrissy hovers around Eddie the whole night, drinking and laughing with him as the clock nears midnight. She gets closer and closer as the night goes on, casual brushes of hands turning into lingering moments. Eddie doesn’t really pay attention. The drinks he’s downing make sure of that. So, he does nothing to stop her as Chrissy continues to get closer as the minutes tick by. 

 At 11:58, the whole party gathers in Steve’s living room and everyone watches the live broadcast at Times Square on his big screen TV. The mood is buzzing, everyone is vibrating with excitement. Chrissy is clinging to Eddie’s arm now, jumping up and down as the countdown starts in the last ten seconds to midnight. “Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven...!” The whole room chants together, and when the clock strikes midnight, Eddie is suddenly pulled down by the collar, sweet, warm lips pressed to his. He jerks away instantly, not really even comprehending what just happened. He staggers back against the wall, bewildered, and looks to Chrissy, who has the same expression on her face, only Eddie gets the inkling that she was expecting a much different outcome to her little stunt.  

“What the fuck was that?” Eddie demands, his speech slurred slightly from the cross-fade he’s been nursing all night. Chrissy knows he has a girlfriend. Chrissy knows he has you. Why would she do something like this? 

“I- I’m sorry...” She says, her eyes darting around the crowded room. No one is paying attention to them, everyone else is engrossed in their own little celebrations. “I just... I know how lonely you must be... and I really like you. You’re so nice and I thought...” She trails off.  

The look on her face is so pathetic, Eddie’s anger fizzles out quickly. Chrissy likes him? Like, likes him likes him? How is that even possible? “Chrissy,” He begins, his brow knitting together, “listen, you’re a great girl. And you are beautiful, but I’m in love with Y/N,” She nods dejectedly. Yes, you, the love of his life, the woman he is going to marry. He has you and that is all he needs... Right?

“I know, I know. But Eddie... She left you.” The statement runs cold in his veins, turning his limbs to lead. No, you hadn’t left him. You had been forced to leave. It wasn’t your fault. “She’s not here, and I am. And if you need someone to lean on... I can be there. I’d really like to be that for you.” She’s obviously drunk. There’s no other explanation. There’s no way that sweet Chrissy Cunningham would ever have these thoughts on a regular day. Again, she gives Eddie that look he saw outside, the one that reminded him of you. Pleading, eyes soft and wide. There’s a betraying stir in Eddie’s pants as he tries to process what she’s saying. But the room is too loud, the air too warm and humid with all of the bodies. He’s thinking of you and of Chrissy and how much he misses you and your body... 

He turns and walks out the front door, making a beeline for his van. Of course, he would never drive in this state, but he sure can lock himself in the back while he sobers up. He runs his hands through his hair and yanks open the back doors, trying to ignore the calls of his name from Chrissy’s mouth as she follows him out. “Eddie! Eddie, I’m so sorry! Please, Eddie, can we talk?” 

He almost shuts the door in her face, but something stops him. A need that shamefully surfaces with lowered inhibitions and a pretty girl standing in front of him, telling him that she wants him. Chrissy stands there in front of him, waiting for him to answer with that fucking look on her face and suddenly he’s spitting out the most terrible words he’s ever said, “Get in,” 

He shuts the doors behind her and before he can even think straight his mouth is on hers, shoving her jacket down her shoulders.  

He must be the stupidest fucker on the planet. 

[melviships]

Nobody Told Me This Would Be The Way

Mason Anti-Mortem (Pre-Death) snippet. No pairing. No ships. Title from Lightning by Fangclub.

Content warnings: poor mental health, implied injury, mild blood.

I dunno. Just needed to get something out there for my sake.

Daybreak. The thin line where the curtains don't quite meet slices my face in half. I tilt my head forward and stare at the beam on the tip of my nose. I close my eyes and roll to face the couch.

Early Morning. Ozzy comes down the stairs. Her slipper backs smack against her heels as she crosses the kitchen tile. The sound of cupboards being opened have beats between them. They are humming faintly. Plastic crinkles. I feel a bag hit the couch and bounce off my hip.

"I know you're awake. Eat those muffins, please."

I grumble. The mini muffins are wet with preservative. The chocolate chips are edible. I pinch them between my teeth and squish them flat.

Ozzy puts on tea. I stay put on the couch.

The arm holes of my shirt have stretched far enough that my nipple threatens to reveal itself. I play with the edges until a mug is placed in front of me.

"Drink it while it's hot."

I huff.

The tea is cold by the time I remember.

Mid Morning. I've been given a set of clothes to change into. The sleeves have to be rolled up and the pant hems cuffed. It smells like juniper. I tug a curly pink hair from the collar.

Ozzy walks out and smiles my way. I raise a hand in acknowledgement.

"You going to be okay ? I know it's not ideal..." They adjust some hairs on my forehead with gel. "But it's money, right ? You don't gotta talk to anyone or anything."

"It's a job." My voice is frail.

"It's a job," they parrot. "I'll pick you up for practice. It shouldn't be too long before we have enough to get the van repaired. I promise."

I think about the van parked in the grass and my eyes glaze over.

Early Afternoon. I don't remember the drive. I don’t remember clocking in. I don't even remember what hot food I took from the deli.

The boxes start to blur together. Brown. Glossy with text. Covered in stickers. Box cutter, zip of cut tape, bass snap of being opened- more technicolor merchandise flooding my vision before it's put onto a shelf.

I don't see Yara walking up. I pick up a baggy of peach rings and stop as I memorize the shape of her bright white flats.

"Mason."

"Yes, Ms. Yara ?"

"You are required two tens. It is past the time for your first."

"My bad." The eyeroll is audible.

Afternoon. I think I had something cherry flavored. It sticks to my teeth like carpet cleaner. My mouth feels fuzzy with sugar.

Mid Afternoon. It was a slush cup. I eat a second one with some meat bread thing.

Late Afternoon. I make eye contact with an old classmate. There is no recognition in theirs. He asks if we have lighter fluid. I point to an end cap. I am not thanked.

I try not to think about it as my hands shake around the broom handle.

The scabs on my arms itch with heat.

Someone is trying to get my attention while I put supplies away. By the time I look up, the stranger has stomped off. I don't register the slur until I'm in the freezer moving plastic crates.

Mid Evening. The slur doesn't even apply to me.

Late Evening. I decide I've done enough and go next door for a sandwich loaded with vegetables. Yara does not blink when I walk back in to clock out. She does wish me a good night.

It's the first time I've smiled all day.

Ozzy is late. I ask if they have anything leftover at the deli. I receive a bag full of white chocolate macadamia cookies. I eat one on the curb.

At some point the headlights highlight my ankles. My socks have pizza slices on them. I poke one.

I do not hear the honking. I do get into the car at some point. Ozzy asks me about my day and I place a cookie into her hand, outstretched for a high five.

"Good one, I take it."

I don't disagree.

Nightfall. My brain is a neglected fish in a tank and my arms are the filter working overtime. My drums are streaked with blood. I do not flinch when Ozzy cleans my hands and leaves them to grow new skin. Not a word is exchanged when time comes to wrap them in cloth and tape.

"I'm sorry."

"Nah. You- mm. Yeah. Nah." Something soft wipes sweat from my cheeks. "I don't think you are. And you don't need to be. Anyway."

"It wasn't a bad day."

"It didn't have to be. Good days can be frustrating too."

"I don't even know if it was. A good day, I mean."

The 'oh' is mouthed more than said. They furrow their brow at the ground. "That's okay."

"OK." My thumbs up is stiff with bandage.

She hugs me firmly. It's firm enough that air wheezes from my lungs.

"Love you, bro."

I force out a response. "Yeah."

Dawn. I don't sleep. My thoughts spiral. I'm going to be like this my whole life, I doom myself. I hope Ozzy doesn't hear my cries choked with snot.

Early Afternoon. I wake up. No missed calls. One note.

"Breakfast in fridge. Money for lunch."

There are instructions for dinner when her parents get back.

"Remember to say thank you. You can take my bed tonight. Maybe even share, if you want to."

I eat brunch and try to remember I am loved.

[omoghouls]

Urgh I’m also obsessed with him pissing on his partner in the shower. Theyre up to no good, making sure he has all the liquid he needs before begging him to join them in the shower. He doesn’t want to make his bunny upset so he follows behind anyway, thinking that maybe he could just slowly drain himself while you faced away from him. If he was subtle about it, his stream could just blend in with the water and you’d be none the wiser… But the more he thinks about needing to pee and the more he looks at your naked body his cock starts to rise, and pissing discreetly would be impossible at this point. When you finally turn to face him he gets so startled that he accidentally unloads onto you, yellow stream jetting against your belly button and dwindling down to your crotch. What a fucking baby.

YZRXFUCIGHIVTXGGV7CTXTXTG O M G CRYING SCREAMING 😳💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

He's such a tall lad. Of course, it's important for him to consume extra drinks to keep him properly hydrated! None the wiser to the possible alternative motivate that comes from his partner lovingly tipping the third bottle of water down his throat in the past hour😌

That is until alllllll those fluids filter through and rest in his bladder like an over filled waterballoon- he shifts from foot to foot when he stands, all intentions to make a quick trip to the washroom.

But he turns the corner and finds his partner already undressing for a shower. They gently tug him so his gaze leaves the toliet and rest on them as they beg him to join them- it'll save water if they shower together, god knows the captain is always getting on everyone for wasting water!

Ofc how is the giant to say no to that face? When he bends to shuck his pants off, König thinks he'll spill right then and there, but he's able to hold out until he steps inside the shower. The warm water washes over him as he towers over his partner, who has turned to face the faucet, mulling over the shampoo.

König's body needs relief, they aren't looking right now, he could let go, relief is just one relaxed muscle away. But, his eyes are lingering over his partner's body, eyeing their wet, bare skin, following the trail of freckles he's memorized like constaltions in the night sky.

His mind wandered to the other times where that bare skin was marked with bites and nips, light purple hickies over their shoulders and beginning of their neck, warnings to others that they are /his/. These thoughts leave the blood to pool elsewhere~ His cock twitches as it rises, the utter desperation topped with being so close, skin to skin with his partner has König battling his thoughts and body.

He's so lost in thought that he only notices his partner has turned to him when they lightly tap him with the soapy washcloth. But that surprises him just enough for his body to let out a jet of urine.

It's game over. König lets out a breathy moan as he's unable to stop himself from pissing allllll over his partner👀 Urine is descending down them and twirling down the drain as it mixes with the soapy water.

"You big baby," the partner murmurs, their hands moving down his body, pressing themselves close to his shuddering figure as the flow turns to dribbles, "lemme help you."

One hand cups his balls while the other hand lightly grips his cock, their thumb lazily rolling over the tip, massaging the mixture of pre-cum and pissy water down its length♡