#pulls me riiiiight back in

[aziraphalalala]

They named the music shop owner on Whickber street Mr. Arnold.

Neil Gaiman is insane.

[ryomens-vixen]

420 w/ 90s Toji

CW: Toji himself is enough warning, rough sex, car sex, gun play, ass eating, profanity, reader is black coded and so is toji.

Author's note: If you have problem with me making toji speak in AAVE please don't hesitate to eat my fat ass about it, please and thank you.

Word count: YIPPIE Y'all finally get a word count! 2.6k ✨

Summary: If you ever wanted to get high the Toji here's your chance.

“Give yuh my fuckin babies bruh, I'ma give yuh my fuckin babies, Ma.”

How did you end up here? Going to pound town in the back of a Toji's big daddy truck, high as hell in a smoke filled truck- oh that's right you know how. It really started when you were out with the boys chillin- the boys meaning Satoru, Suguru, and Kento. You were watching them shooting hoops, Then the hood's hottest DILF and Whore pulled up with his kid- Megumi, he's such a cutie when he isn't mean muggin everyone and when he comes to his dad? Oh boy he doesn't play he's such a daddy's boy that Toji can't even pick up women without the lil boy tagging along. Megumi calls most of the shots anyways- if you're pretty to him that Toji will definitely fuck with you, if not? Ain't no use in talking to him, you're cooked.

Today T-Raw was up to no good as usual not only did he come to shoot some hoops, but he also came to pick up a couple of ladies to “take out” later on- Here is goes taking off that slutty tank top of his, not like he can ever keep his clothes on anyways, that fuckin slut- you couldn't stand him. You couldn't stand him because all he does is fuck around and drive all these bitches crazy about him- clearly his dick can't be that good to be chasing him around like that, or so you thought.

“you bet not cum on this dick yet bitch, I ain't done wit cho ass, c'mere!”

Fuck how did you get here… oh yeah that's right, it really started when they was playing B-ball. Megumi kept looking at you and since he's practically his father's wing man you were hoping the lil boy didn't think you were pretty, then he spoke to you- talking about the dogs at their house to showing you his gold chain Toji bought him. But then it happened megumi ran off to go tell his dad about you.. Just your luck right? Riiiiight..

The whole game stopped because megumi had so much to say about you, hell he even told the guys you're his new mama because of how beautiful you are and it had T-Raw checking you out even Satoru gassed him up to go holla at you.

“Her? Oh that's y/n, you tryna fuck on her? Shit she hard to talk to, but on ma the pussy good as fuck she was just fuckin on me and Suguru last week.” Satoru had promised he'd never tell a soul that y'all fucked, but you have known that not even Satoru himself could hold a glass on water.

And just like that Toji was convinced enough to come see bout you.

“Wass good ma”

“..... “

“Hello? Mamas, So you sit finna talk to me? C'mon ion bite, baby.”

“Don't sit up here tellin them lies we all know yo ass bite.”

He chuckled, “Got a lil attitude problem. I like dat mamas. how bout you come smoke with me later on tonight.”

“I'm not one of these other bitches Toji so go find somebody to play with cause it ain't me.”

“Sound like you ain't had no dick Inna minute-”

“Maybe I don't want no dick from you!?”

Yeah, that's how it all went down. You were giving him too much lip that it was turning him on, that's why he didn't let up on you. He wanted to put you in your bratty ass place once and for all because clearly Satoru and Suguru didn't do it right. Naw you obviously needed some dick from big daddy himself, T-Raw.

Now here you are sitting in his truck getting hot boxed to hell, while Satoru and Suguru babysit megumi for that night, and man did you get the feeling neither of y'all would be able to make it home after this smoke session.

“You Eva put a blunt in yo pussy? I'll light for you- We gotta get fat ma blazed too yah feel me?”

What the fuck did he just say? “Toji shut the fuck up!” You have to admit that was pretty funny and wild to say at a time like this, but he isn't so bad right? Wrong.

You couldn't tell if it was the Kush getting to you or what, but with every minute that passed by he started to look more and more attractive. “Keep it together bitch” is what you thought to yourself, you didn't want to fuck around and find out why all his bitches were so crazy over him.

“So when you gone put that pussy on me, mamas?”

What the hell did he just say?

“I know she wet as fuck f'me, come climb on daddy's lap fo a minute.” this whole time his hand had been gripping your thigh close enough to your coochie. Yeah she was wet- soaking wet actually, but you weren't willing to admit that.. At least not verbally, because your body betrays you.

Before you knew it you had succumbed to his slick mouth, but it's not like you didn't fight about it. Oh but he loves a good ole brat- he loves the way they break once they've had a taste of his ten inch punisher and you were gonna break for him too.

“Bet you won't suck dis dick”

“Yeah I BET I won't, the fuck?”

“So all dat freak shit you do wit gang and nem just fo show, huh? Knew you wasn't bout nothin”

“Excuse me?!” How the fuck did he even know about that?! I bet Satoru told him, yeah totally never fuckin him again.

“You heard me, Ma. Chu ain't bout dat life fo'real.”

“Says who? I do what the fuck I want, when I want and who I want.”

“I betchu won't come fuck me then.”

“Bet!”

It all started with you giving him the best toe curling head he ever had, the way you kissed on the tip, licked him up from Gooch to tip, the way you suffocated on his dick, yeah you took all ten inches and he loved every bit of it “Fuck, y- you a nasty bitch” is what he groaned, he felt so good he took a chunk of your hair into his fist and held you still so he could fuck that throat of yours. You were his bitch now, you definitely weren't going nowhere sucking his dick this good.

You thought it'd stop at that no- you found yourself eating this man's ass like a full course meal, like you were hungry and it wasn't even your idea, it was his and you can thank his old bitch for that. Man was he a freak having his legs in the fuckin air, lighting another blunt while he watches you eat his ass. This was way out of your league, eating ass? Not even Satoru and Suguru made you do this, but at least you learned a thing or two from fuckin around with Mei Mei and Shoko one time. Honestly you were scared to even put your tongue down there, thinking he was dirty, but he was surprisingly clean.

“Dirty ass bitch get in the back, c'mon” he was ready, and you were nervous. We're you gonna be like all these other bitches that fucked him and started acting crazy, or were you gonna treat like you treat Satoru and Suguru? It was hard to tell because you never heard any complaints about Toji unless it's about him not answering his phone or talking to other bitches, the works.

“Bet yo dick ain't even that big-”

“Shut cho ass up and bend ova bitch I'll show yo ass how big it is.”

That was your mistake- bending over. Toji pushed your skirt up over your waist and wasted no time ripping those sexy panties off. Your pussy was dripping for him, spreading your asscheeks apart Toji took his cock in hand and rubbed it all along your wet folds, teasing you while you waited anxiously for him to fuck you- so anxious that you started popping off at the mouth again.

“Can't find the hole ol’ man?”

“Can't wait to shut cho lil ass up-”

“Pus-”

Then it happened he shut you up with the quickness, ramming all ten inches into that tight wet pussy of yours. It felt like your body took a screenshot from feeling his cock hit your cervix like that all you could do was tremble and tear up. You felt so full, hell you felt like his dick was somehow in your chest it was so fuckin big that you could hardly adjust to it.

Reaching back to place your hand on his abdomen was your biggest mistake ever “Move yo fuckin hand” is all he said before take ahold of your arm, bending it it behind your back and using his weight to push his cock deeper into you as if it wasn't deep enough.

The only thing that gave you enough relief was when he pulled out, you could finally breathe that was until he rammed his cock back inside… over and over and over again. He was so rough it felt like your mind was going blank all you could think about was how good your feeling right now, how deep his cock is, how your moans were practically stuck in your throat, toji had your eyes rolling back he even put his blunt out on your asshole so he could focus on fuckin you, god he was a nasty, nasty man, no wonder everyone was crazy for him.

The truck was rocking, you finally let out a strained moaned, Toji was fuckin you so ruthlessly leaving hand prints on your asscheeks, pushing down on your lower back to make you arch some more for him, grabbing fists full of your hair as he leaned his weight into every thrust. Your mind was going crazy, but you weren't the only one- Toji was too. Not only was he high as all hell, he was starting to get drunk off your pussy. He was loving how tight you were around him, squeezing and sucking him back into you- in his mind you were doing this on purpose, throwing that pussy- HIS pussy back on him like that yeah to him you knew exactly what you were doing.

“Man fuck! Fuck you let then two fools hit before me?! Fuckin slut” God he put his weight into it again.

“Lil bratty ass bitch got nothin to say now, say sumthin else, come bitch say some more slick shit for daddy so I keep on tearin this pussy up!”

You were past cloud nine at this point everything felt good, his dick, his words, his thrusts, everything. You almost lost your mind when he reached out in front of you and grabbed his gun. That's when you realized how crazy this man is- he pulled out a damn gun!? For what!? Now you see why everyone is so crazy about him.

“T- Toji Wa-”

“Shut the fuck up” he pulled out panting and started rubbing the barrel of it against your wet folds. “How you gone feel if I put this glock 30 in this pussy? Hm? Talk to me mamas, I'm not fuckin done witchu”

“Toji i-”

“It's T-Raw, bitch.” You trembled the second he pushed the barrel inside your pussy. You couldn't tell if you were scared or excited, but you knew one thing he sure as hell was excited just from pumping your pussy with his glock.

“You's a nasty dirty ass, bitch, throwin back on MY gun, bet it ain't as good as this mufuckin pipe.” He had a cocky tone to his voice while he was gripping the hell out of his cock and fisting it vigorously. “Fuck it-” he tossed his gun to the side causing you the whimper from the sudden emptiness, but that was soon replaced with him slamming his cock back in, then reaching around you to grab ahold of the sides of your mouth as he drilled you, drool on his fingers and arm rest, drool on his cock that's how he liked it.

You could feel a knot in the pit of your pussy, you were so close, tears welled up in your eyes, you were going to burst at this rate, if he kept up brutal pace he'll be cleaning up coochie juice for weeks with the way you around to cum. You reached in between your legs to rub circles onto your clit to help get you to that big orgasm you've always wanted..

“T- T-Raw! F- Fuck! Daddy I'm gonna cum!”

Toji was so lost in your pussy it was almost like he was in another world, You were just too good for him. It was driving him crazy. He almost didn't register what you said at first, you? About to cum? Yeah no he couldn't have that yet, not until HE is done.

“you bet not cum on this dick yet bitch, I ain't done wit cho ass, c'mere!” Suddenly, He puts you into one of the meanest chokeholds you had ever been in, pulling your body onto his lap so that you're sitting on his fat cock with your legs propped up on the back on the front seats. Fuck he really wasn't done with you for real.

“Can't NOBODY fuck you like I do, you ain't gone be thinkin of nobody's dick, but mine after I'm done, you hear me bitch?! Take that shit, take it, take it, take it, Ah Fuck-!”

You couldn't breathe, your eyes were touching the back of your head, he was beating your pussy in and you couldn't do anything about it. His dick was good… too good in fact, he was slutting you out better than Satoru, Suguru, hell even Choso- but none of them know about that one. You could almost guarantee your brain chemistry has been altered just from the way he's trying to put his dick up your coochie, through your stomach and behind the left rib. All you could do now was take his dick like the good little bitch that you are.

“Give yuh my fuckin babies bruh, I'ma give yuh my fuckin babies, Ma.”

“Yes! G- Give it to me T-Raw! Give it to me Daddy!”

His thrust became sloppy and his grip around your neck tightened, he was definitely about to cum inside your sweet pussy, yet that's really you wanted now was for him to fill your pussy up with his baby batter. He let on one loud “Fuck” into your ear and rammed his dick inside you one more time, all you could feel so was his cock pumping his load inside you.

Once he was finished he let go of your throat, both of you panting and trying to catch your breath. But the thing is you didn't get to cum yet and toji knew that and all he could do was smirk at your pouty lil face for not making you cum too.

“What? Yah mad bitch? Brats like yo ass don't deserve to cum.” He took his left over blunt and lit it.

“But since you was a good fuck I'll let you cum this once, but I ain't helpin, so bounce on dis dick all you want.”

“B.. But T-Raw”

“What the fuck did I just say? Huh? Get to fuckin bouncing, I'm waiting slut.”

You know it, you were going to be crazy just like all his other bitches after tonight… ain't no way you're going back to the boys, ever.

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[nolita-fairytale]

don’t want to walk alone | carmen ‘carmy' berzatto | chapter three: september

summary: the moment we've all be waiting for: you and carmy get married.

warnings: swearing, eventual smut, lots of tooth rotting fluff, marriage, no use of y/n, second person pov, she/her pronouns

wc: 7.1k

listen to: the official don't want to walk alone playlist. there is SO much music in this chapter, so per the playlist, it starts with 'it takes two' and ends with 'love story.'

a/n: ok so this chapter was a behemoth to write and i am in fact in love with it. it's taken me days, really weeks, to get what i wanted out of it and i still feel like i could've gone deeper. however, i'm also kind of just happy to have this out in the world and give these two the wedding they wanted me to give them. each moment was curated and thought out, down to the music selection so this chapter is really just a product of me stewing on this idea for quite a bit of time. this is a part of my make my heart surrender universe so check out the masterlist if you haven't read the series! next up? their long weekend at the langham where we really get carmy x reader and moments for just them. please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed from the taglist.

part two | masterlist | part four

“It takes two to make a thing go riiiiight.”

You never pictured the night before your wedding like this, you think to yourself, as you listen to Fak sing, to the best of his ability in a somewhat-decent falsetto, along to the 90s hip hop classic. 

Hell, you’re not sure you really ever pictured your wedding, but as you sit, surrounded by the people you love, you can’t see it going any other way than this. You watch as Richie rallies up as many people as he can for shots of Mallort, recounting that infamous morning at Ceres – a story he’s told over and over again, yet still manages to tell as animated and boisterously as the first time you heard it. 

You groan as you watch Richie successfully convince Gary to take a shot with him, Gary’s face twisting into a look of disgust in response to the foul taste of the Chicago liquor, as Sugar reminds him that he should know better by now. 

Carmy gives your knee a squeeze while simultaneously brushing off Richie’s attempt at shoving a shot in his direction. You laugh, a warm feeling filling you to the brim (could be the beer, could be being surrounded by your people), while Sydney jumps right into her best Rob Base impression. 

It just so happens that your continuously put-off ‘let’s shoot for next month’ karaoke plans with a few staff members from The Bear coincided with plans to go out with friends before the wedding, which is how you’ve found yourself here. 

After a lovely dinner at The Bear, your parents went back to the hotel for the night, insisting that you two go and have your fun. And as much as you would’ve loved to have brought your mother-who-has-a-doctorate-in-music-theory to karaoke night, she much preferred a good night’s sleep. 

The crowded bar claps enthusiastically as Fak and Sydney wrap up their song, finishing their truly-made-up-only-for-comedy dance moves. You giggle, exchanging another glance with Carmy, as your friends take their bows, before shuffling off of the stage. 

You hear the loud boom of the emcee’s voice through the microphone as he says:

“And up next we got… Tina!”

“Let’s go, T!” you shout through hands crowded around your mouth, in an effort to increase your volume of sound. 

Carmy cheers, clapping his hands together as Richie enthusiastically chants Tina’s name while Tina makes her way to the stage. 

“This is gonna be good,” Sugar nudges you, from where you are, seated in between the Berzatto siblings. 

You nod your head in agreement before settling in a little closer to Carmy. 

“The queen, herself,” Sydney remarks, gesturing towards the stage as she and Fak both return to your table. Sydney pulls up a chair next to where you and Carmy sit while Fak joins Richie on the other side of it. “And the ONLY act that could follow our exceptional performance.” 

“Well, exactly,” you agree, playfully. 

You exchange a laugh with Syd, while Carmy playfully rolls his eyes at the two of you. 

The crowded bar room goes quiet as soon as Tina reaches the stage, smiling nervously as she grabs the mic. 

“This one goes out to our favorite Jeffrey. And his lady Jeff,” she begins, earning a round of cheers and hollers from the group you’re with. Tina blows a kiss you and Carmy’s way, before nodding at the emcee to begin. 

“I love you guys.”

You hear the beginning notes of the iconic Etta James tune, gasping in anticipation of her song:

“at last my love has come along my lonely days are over and life is like a song.”

You sigh in admiration, a hand over your heart as Tina continues to sing. Her voice is powerful, soulful – perfect for the song, really – as she continues into the second verse. 

“at last the skies above are blue my heart was wrapped up in clover the night I looked at you.”

This time, it’s Carmy who steals a glance your way, his mind taken back to that fateful night at a bar in Hell’s Kitchen, when he spilled his drink on you so many years ago. You’re entranced, enchanted, with Tina’s performance, and he thinks to himself, that maybe this is the best it’s ever going to get: being here with you, getting to love you, on the cusp of promising you ‘forever’ tomorrow. 

Never had he expected that you’d make it this far. You’d always been so much cooler than him – well-liked, talented, funny – in and out of the kitchen, that he had no idea how the hell he was supposed to talk to you without vomiting all over your shoes out of nerves. 

He can remember that night so vividly: standing there in the restroom of the bar he can barely remember the name of, while you stood across from him with the kind of glare on your face he swore could kill him. But you didn’t, and after many attempts to push you away, you asked him to be your friend, deeming it the day that started it all – a friendship that would teeter the line of friendship and something more, one that would bloom into the greatest love he’s ever known. As much as he hates to give Nate fucking Walker any kind of credit, he’ll the be first in line to say he’s glad the jagoff pushed him into you, setting it all in motion. 

You can see that Carmy’s become distracted, lost in thought as the song finishes, something behind your favorite pair of blue eyes as the entire bar ignites into a huge round of celebratory claps for Tina’s performance. 

You look up over at him, setting your beer bottle down on the table before leaning over to whisper in his ear.

“I can hear you thinkin’ over there, Berzatto,” you tease him quietly, pulling him from his trip down memory lane. “It’s only the night before the biggest day of your life. Relax.”

Carmy rolls his eyes playfully in response, but before he can properly respond to your jab, the emcee has begun introducing the next karaoke singers to the stage. 

“Alright. Looks like I’ve got uh… three singers here this time,” the emcee says, his voice cutting sharply through the crowd of remaining cheers. “Let’s welcome Sydney back to the stage with… Sugar and… the bride to be!” 

“What!?” you exclaim, your eyes wide with surprise as Sydney jumps to her feet.  

“But I didn’t-,” you begin to protest, as Sugar pulls you to your feet, tugging on your arm. 

“Oh there’s no way in hell we’re letting you sit this one out,” Sugar orders you, as Sydney rushes to your side, ushering you towards the stage. 

“Yeah this was your idea!” Sydney simultaneously reminds you. 

“Babe! Help!” you call out to Carmy, only to be met with a shrug and a look that says ‘don’t think I could if I tried.’ 

“Oh, he’s in on this,” Sydney adds, which does explain why he didn’t even attempt to help you when your friends began dragging you out of your chair. “So don’t even think about asking him for help.”

“Wh-? But I don’t even know what we’re singing!” you continue to protest, looking from Sugar to Sydney as they push you onto the stage with them. 

“Trust,” Sydney reassures you, her face serious, while Nat slides a sash over you (one you’ve refused to wear all night) that has the word, ‘BRIDE’ printed over it in huge gold lettering. You groan, sending a glare in Nat’s direction, even though you know it’s all in good fun. 

You hear Richie shout, while Fak and Marcus clap loudly, and Carmy laughs, shouting words of encouragement your way. 

You know there’s no use in putting up a fight, especially since this was your idea anyways, as you begrudgingly take one of the three wireless mics. Before you can ask once more, what the hell Syd and Nat signed the three of you up to sing, a distinct slide of piano keys comes in, lighting up the karaoke screen in front of you. 

You grin immediately, in recognition, and to your two best friend’s delight, as they smile too, raising the mics to your lips to sing:

“friday night and the lights are low looking out for a place to go where they play the right music getting in the swing you come to look for a king.”

You laugh as your friends point towards Carmy on the last line. The three of you continue to sing the next part with reckless abandon, and all is forgiven. 

You could care less about how the three of them conspired against you to get you up here. All that matters now is that you’re here, singing one of your favorite songs with your best friends, grooving and dancing to the ABBA classic, as you prepare to marry your best friend. 

“you can dance you can jive having the time of your life ooh, see that girl watch that scene digging the dancing queen.”

"what good is love without any strings?" dayglow, 'close to me'

“Baby.”

Carmy groans in response, as soon as he hears the low hum of your voice. 

“Good morning,” you say, a soft smile on your face as you watch him begin to blink his eyes open. 

Carmy turns his head towards you, and he can’t believe he gets to wake up to this – to you – every single day. 

“Hey,” he says back, a soft smile spreading across his lips. “Good Morning, sweetheart.” 

“Guess what?” you ask him with the kind of glee and anticipation as a kid on Christmas morning. 

“Hmm?” he hums, as you smooth a hand over his chest, your body pressed against his side as you look at your soon-to-be husband. 

“We’re getting married today,” you grin, a giddiness that bubbles inside of you. 

“‘S that so?” he mumbles, playfully. 

“Uh huh,” you nod with a chuckle, this time playing along. “Don’t tell me you forgot.”

Instead of replying with words, Carmy swiftly wraps an arm around you, before flipping you so that you’re the one on your back this time. You let out of a shriek and a laugh as he leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before adding:

“How could I ever?”

You shrug casually, “Weeeelll…. you just have so much going on up there.” You reach up to where Carmy hovers above you, brushing a golden curl out of his eyes as you continue your little dance. 

“You know, between the restaurant and all that time spent being a genius,” you joke, bantering with Carmy. “Don’t know how you have the time to remember silly little things like wedding dates and what not.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Carmy laughs, shaking his head incredulously, before pressing another kiss, this one much deeper to your lips again. 

And this time, as he pulls away, he gives you one of those languid looks that pierces right through your soul replying much more seriously this time with:

“I could never forget you.”

The way he says it with such conviction takes your breath away, and you know that Carmy means it. The double meaning isn’t lost on him either. 

It’s one of the reasons he called you all those years ago to come teach Marcus; it’s why you ended up in Chicago:

Because as much as he tried, as damn good at compartmentalizing as he’d always been, he really could never forget you. Carmy shakes his head once more, a playful smile on his face as he leans down to kiss you again, wondering when the hell he got this fuckin’ sentimental. As he places his mouth over yours, you’re more than happy to switch gears into doing this dance for a little longer. 

 Carmy traces light shapes against your skin, his mouth pouring love into yours with every kiss, with every drag of his tongue. You gasp as he grinds his hips into yours, making it clear where he’d like this all to go. You pull away, only for a moment, giggling cheekily. 

“Babe, I-,” you begin to protest, as Carmy chuckles, continuing to kiss you with zero intention of stopping “We… we’re going to be late.” This time, you feel his hands snake underneath the t-shirt you’ve been sleeping in, sending chills down your spine. 

“And-, Carm-, I-, I have to do my hair for-, … and what about-, my parents, they’ll-,” you stammer through, your thoughts becoming all kinds of disorganized with the way Carmy’s lips move against your neck this time. 

“I’ll be quick,” he answers with an aplomb you didn’t know he had in him. 

“I don’t know if that’s the flex you think it is,” you tease him as his hands begin to cup your breasts, your body responding with an involuntary arch of your back. 

“How fast I can make you come? I think it might be?” he murmurs against your lips, cockily.  

“Carmy,” you moan, as he begins to pull your t-shirt up higher, making it incredibly difficult to think of your to-do list for much longer. 

“Oh fuck it,” you sigh, deciding that, perhaps there’s no harm in getting the honeymoon started a little early anyways. 

“That’s my girl,” Carmy whispers against you, grinning like a Cheshire cat as you surrender to him. 

And he’s right about this too. 

How fast he can make you cum deserves all kinds of bragging rights, awards – a Nobel Peace prize, even – and you’re not sure why you thought getting a head start on doing your hair would’ve been the better idea in the first place. You spend the morning in the arms of the man you plan to spend forever with as he writes love letters, promises to give you the world, declarations of adoration with the pleasure he brings you. And besides, you’re not running all that behind on time anyways – something you realize, as the two of you get out of the shower (a round two, really). 

It takes a little longer than expected – mostly due to the fact that you and Carmy can’t seem to keep your hands off of each other – but against all odds, the two of you pull up to the courthouse right on time. 

It’s a sight for sore eyes: you, running hand in hand with your husband-to-be in a white, halter-cut wedding dress while Carmy follows along, in a classic black suit – no tie around the neck – as the two of you hurry into the courthouse. 

Sure, you could’ve tried to get here early – saved a little time and stress – but where’s the fun in that?

The two of you approach your families, hand in hand, to the sounds of your heels clicking against the marble floors of City Hall. The actual ceremony at City Hall, you’d both decided, would be family only. 

Since you weren’t making a huge deal of it, you viewed this part as necessary paperwork, while the party itself could function as the ceremony and reception. But as soon as you see the look on your parents’ faces, you know this is more than just a few signed papers. You watch as their faces change, from impatient, waiting, eager, to in awe and emotional as you walk towards them. 

You hear Ava shout your name, immediately dropping her dad’s hand as she runs towards you. 

“Ava!!” you exclaim, bending down in your heels and white dress to scoop her up into a hug. You spin her around, just for a moment, before setting her back down on the floor. 

“You look like a princess,” she says, completely in awe, her eyes wide as she looks up at you. 

“You look like a princess, sweetie,” you reply, before giving her another hug. “And you know I can’t wait to hear your song, right?” 

“I picked the best one,” she grins, proudly. 

“I’m sure you did,” you reply confidently, with a playful wink. 

“Oh-ho! Pay up, Rick,” Sugar mutters smugly, to Richie, as Carmy busies himself with greeting both of your parents.

Richie groans, muttering something profane as he not-so-discreetly hands Nat a $20 bill, earning a quizzical look from both of your parents that travels from Carmy and then to you. 

“Sorry,” Richie apologizes, this time directing this one towards your parents as he holds up both hands, respectfully bowing his head. 

You send a playful glare Richie’s way, earning a sardonic laugh from Natalie, as you push right past him and over to your parents. 

“Oh sweetie,” your mom gasps, pulling you in for a tight squeeze. 

“Hi, Mom,” you grin, as you hug her. “Dad!”

“My God, honey, you look beautiful,” your dad says, as it’s his turn next. You hug your dad, exchanging a few words about the morning, asking how they slept, how the hotel is, as your mom and Carmy hug it out. 

This time, he turns his attention towards Carmy, so you release him, letting the two of them have their moment. 

Taking your chance, while your parents are otherwise distracted, you make your way over to where Sugar and Richie stand. 

“What? You guys were betting on whether or not we’d be late?” you ask Sugar, an eyebrow quirked in Richie’s direction. 

“Listen,” Sugar sighs, cupping your face in her hands, endearingly. “You and Carm are nothing if not consistent.” You exchange a laugh with your almost-sister-in-law because you know she’s right. “And for the record, I bet that you’d be-.”

“Just in time!” the judge says, as he approaches the six of you, slipping his judge robe over his shoulders, black leather fold pressed against his chest. “You guys ready to get started?”

Carmy looks over at you, as if he’s waiting for you to take the lead here, and you nod, before the both of you turn back to the judge. 

“Yes.” 

“Great,” he smiles, clapping his hands together once. “Then let’s get you two married!”

"sooner or later, you'll find yourself right where you were, on the corner went looking for her, she had somethin' to tell you, she can't quite remember, but wait for a second, it always comes back to her, you always come back to her." -- the japanese house, 'morning pages'

And after dotting all appropriate i’s and crossing all necessary t’s, with one signed marriage license later, you, Carmy, your parents, Richie and Ava, Sugar, and Judge Thompson find yourself on the green roof of City Hall. 

Carmy stands across you, his hands in yours, offering you a lifetime with one look from the most expressive blue orbs you’ve ever found yourself in. 

“If you’d like to say something, if you prepared any vows… now would be the time,” Judge Thompson says, offering you and Carmy both the space to do so. 

“Oh I think we-,” you begin, ready to decline the opportunity since you figured you’d save it for the reception. 

“Actually uh, yeah. Can we?” Carmen interjects, sending you a look of reassurance. 

“Of course,” Judge Thompson nods, giving you and Carmy the floor. 

“Carm, I didn’t prepare anything for-,” you begin, but he’s quick to put your mind and heart at ease and he interjects with:

“It’s okay. I did.”

“Oh.”

You hadn’t expected this, since you both agreed you’d save any kind of speeches that may or may not happen today during the reception. But as Carmy’s palms grow clammier, a nervous look in his eyes as he searches for the words he’s practiced over the last few days, it becomes clear that he’s been planning this. 

“As you know… I’m not always great with words,” he begins, almost apologetically, letting out a small laugh as he looks to Richie for reassurance. In turn, Richie gives Carmy a sympathetic nod, and you’re practically melting over the fact that he probably asked Richie for help with this. 

Let it rip.

 “I just uh-,” Carmy stammers, because he really, really wants to get this right. “Well, I’ll keep it brief.” He takes a breath, letting all of his nerves out on the exhale before beginning again. 

Let it rip, buddy.

“I have loved you for so long – I think maybe since the day you brought me soup after I uh… you know, spilled my drink on you,” he states, earning the sweetest laugh from you, your friends, and family that came to witness. 

“-- so I promise to love you for even longer, for forever. You changed my life.”

You exhale, trying your best not to cry right here and now, thankful for the mysterious powers of waterproof mascara. 

“Jeez, no pressure,” you joke, dryly, before taking another breath, this time approaching your words with much more seriousness.

“Carmen. I’m so happy… that I changed your life,” you begin, cheekily, earning a laugh from your witnesses once more. “Because you changed mine. And I promise to love you forever.” 

‘I love you,’ Carmy mouths to you, before nodding towards the judge to signal that you’re both done with your vows. 

“Alright then,” Judge Thompson smiles, looking from you and then to Carmen, before uttering the question that will change the course of your life forever. 

“I do,” Carmy replies, his voice even, sure, ready. 

Natalie steps up this time, handing Carmy your ring, and you watch, teary eyed and full hearted as he slides it onto your left ring finger. 

“And do you take Carmen Anthony Berzatto to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Judge Thompson repeats the question, this time for you to answer. 

“Yeah, why the hell not?” you reply, earning a groan from your mother and a playful chuckle from your father. 

“Yes. I do.” 

At Richie’s encouragement, it’s Ava this time who steps up, handing you Carmy’s ring, with the sweetest most excited smile on her face as she looks from you to Carmy. You thank her, before returning your attention to Carmy once more. His eyes search your face, and there’s something so soft, so genuine in them that you think you’re going to cry as you help him put on his new piece of jewelry as well. 

“Then by the power vested in me by the State of Illinois, I now pronounce you, husband and wife,” Judge Thompson concludes, contently.

“Should we-, do we kiss?” Carmy asks, looking from you to Judge Thompson. 

“I’m just a civil servant but you may, yes,” he answers lightheartedly. 

“Let’s go for it,” you shrug, taking a step towards Carmy. 

Instead of answering, he smiles, stepping towards you before planting one on you in front of your friends and family that were invited to this brief ceremony. 

While Sugar claps gleefully, Richie claps along muttering a ‘get a room,’ while you remind Carmy to keep it PG enough for your parents. You giggle, slowly pulling away from the kiss that begins the rest of your life with the man that you love. 

“We did it, baby. We’re married,” you chuckle, in disbelief. 

“Finally,” Carmy sighs, and you can see his smile from his lips to the crinkles in the corners of his eyes. 

It doesn’t take long for your mom to usher both you and Carmy over to a spot in the garden she thinks will be best for pictures, just as the photographer arrives. She wasn’t wrong when she insisted you hire one, that you’d want to remember this day for the rest of your life. The photographer, who is incredibly talented, gets the shots needed up here in the garden, then downstairs, and outside, before you’re all off to Sugar’s place for the reception. 

As you and Carmy sit in the car, having taken a separate one than your parents, you’re giddy with anticipation. 

It’s all so surreal. 

Never in his life did Carmy picture it ever getting this good, but as he looks over at you, your head resting on his shoulder, he presses a kiss to the top of your head, smiling to himself. 

“We did it, sweet girl. We’re married,” he says, repeating your words from earlier. 

“Yeah,” you grin, lifting your head off of his shoulder. 

“We are, Bear.”

"give your heart and soul to me, and life will always be la vie en rose."

“No, Sugar! That’s not supposed to go out yet. Everything’s goin’ out family style. Let’s just take out the apps for-,” Carmy exclaims, stressed over the execution of your wedding reception-slash-brunch, because he just can’t help himself. 

“Fuckin’ Christ, Bear!” she snaps at her brother. “Will you calm down and let us handle this?” 

“I just want everything to-,” Carmy begins, his face blushing a shade darker. 

“To go right. We know. And we know we’re just taking out apps, alright? Everyone else is outside, and everyone’s having a good time so just… relax,” she suggests, her tone serious because she’s just about to kick Carmy out of the kitchen. 

Carmy shifts nervously, hyper-fixating on the happenings of the kitchen, his eyes tracking the movements of one of his caterer, Derek’s, sous chefs. It’s almost as if he needs to give himself a distraction as he asks, blankly:

“Do you uh… you think Mom is actually gonna show?”

Sugar pauses, the question throwing her. 

“I… I don’t know. I called her yesterday. She never picked up. What do you think?” she replies, her voice quiet. 

With your encouragement, you and Carmy had sent his mother an invitation to the brunch, only it’s been Sugar who’s followed up with her. 

“We did what we needed to and if she doesn’t come, then she doesn’t come. I’m not pushin’ it,” Carmy had explained, justifying his actions, or rather, lack there of, to you. 

She’s doubtful, but Nat can’t help the tiny glimmer of hope she has in her heart that Donna might show, even if she knows it’s unrealistic. In fact, her mom had barely been interested in stopping by as of late, ever since she’d told the Berzatto matriarch that she was pregnant. She keeps telling herself that it doesn’t matter – that it’s probably better if Donna doesn’t show – but it doesn’t help ease the disappointment she feels about the situation as a whole. 

“Doubt it, honestly. Never even got an RSVP so,” Carmy shrugs, his eyes following one of the caterers as the woman plates a few Hors d'oeuvres on a large serving platter. 

Before Sugar can say anything else about their mom, Carmy’s impulse takes over as he opens his mouth to give feedback to one of Derek’s assistants. 

“Carmy!” she snaps, blocking his pathway with her body, before repeating one more time:

“Let. Us. Handle this.”

“I mean, are any of us actually surprised, Nat?” Sydney adds, as soon as she enters the kitchen from where she’s been outside in the backyard, in search of another plate to bring out. “He’s a control freak! We know this!”

“I-,” Carmy starts, knowing it’s no use protesting, as both Sugar and Syd begin guiding him out of the kitchen and into the living room. 

“C’mon, Carm. Why don’t you go see what your wife is up to?” Sydney suggests, emphasizing your new title, earning a snicker from Natalie. 

“Who’s wife? This wife?” you ask, as soon as your feet hit the bottom of the staircase. 

“Woah,” is all Carmy says. He can’t help but stare, gawking at you in your new dress. 

You’ve changed out of your near-floor length wedding dress into a sleeveless white blazer dress that’s much more friendly to hanging out with your friends and family outside, kept your hair the same, and put on one of those super stay red lipsticks that you’re eager to put through its paces. 

It’s as if time stops when he sees you, and Sugar and Syd both notice, using this time to retreat back to their duties. The only thing that can break his focus right now is the way that you let a carefree laugh fly from your lips, as soon as you see that Natalie’s using the future baby’s baby gate that Nat must’ve purchased early, to officially block Carmy from coming back to the kitchen. 

“What?” Carmy asks, only to be met with a gesture towards what Natalie is doing. 

He frowns, immediately seeing the baby gate his sister has put up. 

“You know, I’m not a baby,” he pouts at his sister. 

“Then stop acting like one!” she parries right back, before disappearing into the kitchen to help out your caterer. 

Quick to console your husband, you wrap your arms around your neck, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. 

“They’re only trying to make sure we have a good time, Bear,” you offer, sympathetically, only to be met with a heavy sigh because you know it feels near-impossible for him not to be in the kitchen. 

“You trust Derek right?” you ask this time, referring to the caterer that Carmy hand-picked for your wedding. 

“Yeah,” he nods. 

“Okay. Then let’s go out there. Make our grand entrance,” you suggest, a playful smile on your lips. 

“Yeah,” Carmy nods again, this time a little more sure about taking a step away from what’s happening inside the kitchen. You take his hand, leading him towards the back door that opens up to the backyard. 

You’re truly amazed at what everyone involved has been able to do this morning, while you and Carmy were off at the courthouse getting married. Long tables pushed together and covered with tablecloths function as the main attraction of the you-and-Carmy-wedding-reception-brunch, filled with ceramic plates, printed menus, apps on serving platters, taper candles and flowers in all kinds of little to big vases. 

The minute the two of you enter the backyard area that’s been transformed into a wedding venue, you’re met with cheers, ooo’s and aaaaah’s, claps, and congratulations by your friends and family. 

“Sugar really knocked this out of the park,” Carmy says, in awe as he takes in the scene. “Okay, fine. I’ll just have to trust, I guess.”

You nod, happy to hear the confidence in his voice as you agree, “That’s my guy!”

There’s a banner that hangs across a much smaller table, the one that holds the stunning wedding cake Marcus has made for you that reads, Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Berzatto.

“See? I told you I couldn’t wait to be Mrs. Berzatto,” you joke with Carmy, as the two of you walk hand in hand towards the table. 

“I think I like the sound of that more than I should,” Carmy smirks, a glimmer in his eyes that says ‘I can’t wait to get you alone.’

“Can’t wait for you to show me later,” you wink, referring to the long weekend you plan on spending with Carmy as a pre-honeymoon. “C’mon. We should probably go say hello.” 

“So… you two married now or what?” Marcus asks, as soon as the two of you approach the table. 

You hold up your left hand, showing off your new ring, earning grins and more cheers from your friends and family. 

“That’s what I’m talking about!” he celebrates, while Tina simultaneously and enthusiastically cries out: “Congratulations, babies!”

The plan is to divine and conquer. While you chat with Gary, Carmy lets himself become enveloped in Tina’s arms and praise, as the two of you make your way down the table saying hello to your guests: your parents, Marcus, Tina, Ebra, Fak, Gary, a few others from the restaurant, while. 

Carmy’s glad you decided to keep this wedding small: close friends and family only, because he’s not sure he could’ve done any more of this. It’s just close friends from the restaurant and your parents. You’d even decided earlier that this weekend would be chill enough that you’d celebrate with Maya and Liz a few months later when you and Carmy stop in New York before the official honeymoon, planning another celebration with your New York people for later. 

Besides, you don’t mind celebrating you and Carmy a few more times, after all. 

Finally, you’re both able to settle into the empty chairs seated right next to your parents in the middle of the table labeled ‘bride’ and ‘groom.’ It’s a Saturday well spent, being celebrated by some of your favorite people in the world on a day you made a promise to your favorite person in the world. It doesn’t take long for everyone in the kitchen to join you at the table: Sugar, Richie, Sydney, and Pete, and once the meal is served, family style, you’re pulling up chairs and insisting that Derek and his team join you as well. 

The menu is perfect, and you can see why Carmy’s been trying to get this guy to come work for him for so long. Next to Carmy’s, this carbonara might be your second favorite carbonara on the planet. After all the eating, drinking, and merry-making, it’s Richie who steps up to start the speeches, gently tapping a butter knife against a champagne glass as he stands at the table. 

“Can I get everyone’s attention?” he asks, his voice loud. Richie raises his champagne glass as he begins his speech with:

“Now as the best man and this Bobby Flay-motherfucker's cousin, I think I earn the right to kick this thing off, eh?” earning a laugh from everyone around the table. 

“To Carmy and his much, much better half,” he continues, earning a laugh from everyone around the table. Your mom squeezes your hand under the table, and out of the corner of your eye you can see Sydney nudging Carmy softly as Richie addresses you. 

“You once made me $150 richer.” You laugh, exchanging a look with your now-husband, as you fondly remember the day you returned to Chicago, only to learn that the entire restaurant staff of The Bear had been betting, not on if, but on when you’d return.

“You see, we all took bets – all of us – that you were comin’ back after that first week you spent here in Chicago, and you know why? I think it was obvious to any jagoff with a pair of eyes that what you and Cousin had was something special – something not to be missed, or overlooked, or skipped over. And thank God you two idiots woke up and figured it out yourselves. You did good, cousin. And I know your brother would’ve wanted to be here for this. I love you, man. I love you both.”

“To this very special day, and to the rest of your lives. Cheers.”

“Cheers!” everyone repeats, raising their glasses, clinking in celebration. 

The upside to having a small wedding party is having a small wedding party, and the downside is that everyone who feels the need to get in a word does so. While Ebraheim waxes on about love as a metaphor, Marcus keeps his toast short, leading to the cutting of your wedding cake:

Vanilla bean cake, with a clementine curd, a swiss meringue buttercream, decorated with delicate flowers, citrus, and dollops of curd to finish. 

Richie slips out with Pete momentarily, earning a few quizzical looks from both Carmy and Nat as she gets up from the table to make sure they’re not trading punches in the driveway. It’s not till Richie returns with Pete, carrying a rented little karaoke machine for Ava. Hand in hand, you watch as Natalie guides Ava up and out of her chair, and over to the head of the table, handing her the microphone. 

“You ready, sweetheart?” she asks, earning a confident nod from Ava. 

The beginning of the famous Taylor Swift begins to play, and you and Carmy exchange a knowing look as she begins to sing along. 

“we were both young when i first saw you i close my eyes and the flashback starts i'm standin' there on a balcony in summer air.”

As Natalie and Pete watch on, Pete hugs his wife close to her, tears in his eyes as he whispers: 

“This is going to be us very, very soon.” 

“Yeah,” Nat nods, holding back her own tears as she notices how proud Richie looks, and how happy Ava seems to be. 

It’s not that she wants Donna here. Realistically, she knows that it would be a nightmare, most likely descending into drama and chaos from the minute she walked in, but she can’t believe that her own mother didn’t come to her son’s wedding. She shouldn’t be surprised, but it hurts more than she imagined, doing this, watching Carmy get married, having this baby with Pete, all without her. 

Ava finishes her Taylor Swing song to a resounding and enthusiastic round of applause. Marcus cheers her on while you and Carmy share a soft, chaste kiss, welcoming Ava with open arms as she runs towards you. 

“That was so good, baby,” Richie exclaims, when it’s his turn to scoop Ava up into his arms as you get out of your seat. Allowing Richie to sit next to Carmy while the two gush over her performance, you get up, eager to help put the karaoke machine away. 

As she watches, Nat reminds herself that this is what family looks like – this is the family she wants for her baby – even if it means something, someones, are missing.

And it’s as if she can’t hold back her tears anymore, excusing herself as she jerks her body away from Pete’s grasp, hurrying back inside so as not to cause a scene. 

“What just-?” Pete begins. 

“I’ll go,” you assure him, having witnessed the whole interaction. “I-, it’s not you, Pete. I’ll go.”

It doesn’t take you long to find Nat, though she’s not where you expected her to be, having run all the way upstairs when you find her sitting on the floor of the baby’s nursery – one you helped paint and get ready over a month ago. 

“Hey, everything alright?” you ask, as you gently push the door open. 

“Yeah, no, I’m fine,” she sniffles, wiping tears out of her eyes as she realizes she’s no longer alone. 

“Nat, what… what’s going on?” you ask her, joining her on the floor. 

But it seems as if your question only makes it worse as her face crumbles once more, beginning to cry. 

“Oh no! I-, Nat, sweetie, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it even worse.”

“No, no, you didn’t. It’s just these… stupid pregnancy hormones!” she exclaims, frustratedly, earning a small laugh from the both of you. 

She takes a beat, and then a breath, and then finally, she feels ready to tell you. 

“It’s Mom,” she admits, even though she really doesn’t want it to be. “I just can’t believe she didn’t show. It’s stupid, I know.” 

You nod in understanding, before scooting a little closer to her, “It’s not stupid! And I’m sorry. For the both of you, really. Carmy doesn’t want to talk about it but, I know he’s some combination of relieved and disappointed too.” 

Sugar sighs, “Yeah that uh, that sums it up pretty well. About anything involving Mom these days.” 

Nat takes another breath, and another beat, because she knows she’s safe to share this with you. 

“I just… I’ve just been thinking a lot… with the baby and everything. About family. About motherhood. I mean, your parents are so great and I-. I’m just sad for us, you know?”

“I’m sad for you too,” you empathize, rubbing soothing circles on her back, before leaning back on both of your hands instead. 

“God, I’m so sorry. It’s your wedding day and I’m causing all the drama,” Nat begins to apologize. 

“Oh, you have nothing to be sorry for!” you interrupt her, quick to dismiss any notion of that. “You lent us your house and put together all of this in your backyard on top of accompanying us to the courthouse! You have nothing to apologize for.”

Sugar nods slowly, processing what you’ve just said, realizing that you and Pete have been such big role models of unconditional love for her. 

“Wanna know what I think?” you ask, your voice a little more optimistic this time. 

“What’s up?” she asks back, stealing a glance your way. 

“I think… that now that I’m a Berzatto… and with your little Bear on the way,” you begin, painting her the picture. “We’ve got a whole new chance to write a new chapter for the Berzattos.” 

She looks your way once more, because these are the words she didn’t know she needed to hear. 

“And with that… we can make this… make our families anything we want them to be filled with love, and joy, and-, well, only a little drama because you know, you guys are… you. But… Sug. This can all start with us, you know?”

“You really think so?” she asks you, a hopeful look in her eyes. 

“Yeah,” you answer, confidently. 

She nods slowly once more, almost as if she’s letting herself believe them. 

“Thank you. For checking in on me. For… this,” she says softly, sniffling again. 

“That’s what sisters are for,” you repeat her words back to her, one’s that she’s said to you time and time again. 

“We should probably get back out there,” Sugar suggests, sitting up a little taller this time. 

“Yeeeaaaaahhhhh,” you sigh, disappointedly, this time making a joke as you continue with: “We don’t want to start any rumors about us running away together. 

Nat snorts with laughter, thanking you for always making her laugh, as you stand up, making your way to your feet. You hold out your hands, helping Nat up to hers this time, before the two of you head back downstairs. 

“Hey,” Carmy says, as soon as he sees the two of you. “Pete said you disappeared.”

“We were just talking about some stuff,” you reply, sharing a look with Sugar before releasing her hand. 

“I’ll leave the two of you to it,” she says, before slipping out through the back door. 

“Everything okay?” Carmy asks, his brow knitted together in concern. 

You nod, “Yeah, she’s alright. How’re you doing?”

“Today? I’m the luckiest man in the world,” he replies, a smile on his lips that makes you melt. 

“Damn right you are,” you reply, pressing your lips against his. 

It’s a private moment for just you two, where you can kiss him like you want to, and you have to admit that the lipstick holds up. Wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands go to your waist, you propose a grand idea to your husband:

“Now that cake has been cut… what do you say… we spend a little more time with our guests, say our goodbyes… then we get our honeymoon started early? Think uh… our room at the Langham should be ready by now.”

“Thought we already did that this morning,” Carmy smirks, kissing you again. 

You giggle, leaning your forehead against his, “You know what I mean, jerk.” 

Carmy scoffs, shaking his head incredulously as he feigns hurt, “Married for a few hours and you’re already insulting me.” Instead of adding anything else, he simply pulls you in closer by your hips murmuring against your lips:

“Alright then, Mrs. Berzatto. Then let’s go say goodbye to our guests.”

“it's a love story, baby, just say, "yes" – taylor swift, ‘love story’

[sofmoth]

I Found My Place in This World (It’s in Your Wake)

here’s my entry for @beefrobeefcal’s september prompt!!! this is fairly out of my comfort zone so i do hope you all enjoy it! title is from 'she's the prettiest girl at the party and she can prove it with a solid right hook' by frank iero, work is not inspired by the song.

the photoshop is MYOB (mind your own business) mkay

also posted to AO3 by me (@sofmoth), link here.

divider created by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

husband!joel miller x wife!reader, WC: 1.03k

TAGS: husband!joel, anniversary dinner, all the fluff, chubby!joel, marriage has caused joel to gain weight, soft!joel, no physical description is given of reader, reader uses an inhaler, joel is goofin, POV u become one with the couch, joel calls reader “sweetie,” joel jokingly asks if he’s fat, reader jokingly calls themself “delicate," fuck i love this man

It’s officially been one year since you tied the knot, one whole year of living with your husband full-time. Joel had been fairly insistent that you lived separately until you got married, despite the fact that you spent more nights with him than without during your engagement. You never really minded, he had a mortgage to pay on his house but was still more than willing to help you with your rent until the day came.

One year later, and marriage had been good to Joel. His mental health and financial stability had improved, and he seemed overall a happier person. The only drawback seemed to be the effect it had on his waistline. It was only a drawback according to your brother-in-law Tommy; you love the way Joel’s belly had softened over the last twelve months.

No longer was he forgetting to eat breakfast, packing himself a half-assed lunch to take to his job sites, nor was he attempting to pass off three-day-old pizza as a full dinner. If you could go back in time ten years, tell your younger self you have a husband you love cooking for, you would vomit on your own shoes. Being who you are now though, it’s a joy to make him a meal, fulfilling to see how happy it makes him that you’ve ensured he eats well in the early mornings and has proper lunches to keep him strong until dinner. The way he relaxes on the couch with you after, pulling you on top of him to cuddle, the wonderful healthy squish of his tummy between you a reminder to you both that love is not all in the way one looks.

He had been self-conscious at first, when he stepped on the scale and saw the number had increased. You very quickly put that worry to bed, assuring Joel every day that he was still the sexiest man alive. You told him how sexy he was irritatingly regularly, and then he started to believe it. He started walking around the house in his PJ pants with his shirt off again, you begging him to flex, him obliging. Joel’s belly and the weight he gained were the most physical and personal reminders of how much you loved him.

To celebrate this first full year of your marriage, you made a fabulous meal so you could stay in for the night and enjoy it together. Pot roast and potatoes, enough rolls to choke a horse, two or three glasses of wine. Joel is doing the dishes, you lay on the couch watching him across the room. He glances back at you, smiling, and you wave with your fingers. The wine has certainly hit you; you’re not drunk by any stretch, but you’re definitely more comfortable horizontal. You close your eyes, listening to the sink run for a few minutes before the last dish clinks in the drying rack and the water stops.

“Wow. My wife made such an amazing dinner, and I’m so tired from doing those dishes. I think I’d like to sit and rest.” You can hear the dry playfulness in his voice, eyes still closed.

“Boy oh boy, that couch looks comfy. I think I’ll have a seat riiiiight here.” Your eyes fly open, hand covering your mouth as you cackle at the feeling of him sitting on your shins.

“Joel! No, c’mon! If you’re gonna sit on me, at least sit on my thighs. I’m so delicate.” Joel rolls his eyes, smiles as he scoots up.

“You’re right, this cushion is way more comfortable. I think I could fall asleep here, matterfact I just might.”

You reach for him, pinching his side playfully. He does sit on your thighs for a few minutes, arms stretched across the back of the couch, head tilted back and eyes closed. The muscles in your legs finally begin to feel like TV static, and despite the fact that you’ve sobered up considerably it’s still not a particularly pleasant sensation.

“Oh shit, baby my legs are falling asleep. Bit’s over, I gotta move ‘em.” Joel looks down at you, mouth open in mock-offense.

“Is my wife calling me fat? On our one-year wedding anniversary, of all days? How dare you, I cannot believe this.”

Still, he does get up; long enough to lay his entire body on top of yours. He nuzzles into your neck, his beard scratching your skin softly. He sighs deeply, squeezes you in a hug as you rest your hand on his back. And then he raspberries you.

You squeal, laughing wildly as he begins laying a barrage of kisses to your neck and face. You laugh so hard you start struggling to pull in a full breath, and Joel jumps up quickly to get your inhaler out of your purse. You’re still laughing, now coughing and wheezing at the absurdity of the situation. He shakes the little plastic container thoroughly before uncapping it and handing it to you, tugging you upright before you press the canister and inhale.

He rubs your back as you hold your breath, exhaling slowly with you. He presses a kiss to your temple, taking the inhaler back and replacing it in your purse. As he sits back down he pulls you into his lap, cradling you against himself.

“I’m sorry sweetie, I got a little carried away. You feel okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. It wasn’t full-blown, I was just getting too wound up. Thank you for getting it, though.”

“Of course. Don’t want my wife taking a trip to the emergency room, especially not on our special day. Here, lemme—”

He shifts so he’s laying on his back, holding you on his chest as always. He continues rubbing your back, occasionally kissing the top of your head.

“Hey, husband?”

“Yes, wife?”

“That joke you made about me calling you fat, it wouldn’t matter to me at all if you actually were.”

“I know, sweetie.”

You rub Joel’s shoulder gently with your thumb, feeling yourself growing tired from the steady rhythm and pressure of his hand on your back.

“You can go to sleep, we’ll be okay out here tonight.” You hum.

“Joel?”

“Yeah, sweetie?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

[intheticklecloset]

Play With Me (Blue Lock)

Summary: Bachira wants Isagi to tickle him. Isagi happily obliges...then gets some tickles of his own as a reward!

A/N: I love these two so much oh my goooooosh. THEY ARE PRECIOUS. I love their playfulness with each other and open affection for one another and just - all of it! BachIsagi has my whole heart! 🥰🥰🥰

Word Count: 1388

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A pair of golden eyes popped into Isagi’s vision, and he smiled.

“Hey,” he said, untucking his hands from behind his head, expecting Bachira to lean down and kiss him, or at the very least settle in for a good cuddle session.

“Hey,” Bachira replied, then promptly turned around and flopped backward so he was lying as dead weight on top of his boyfriend.

Isagi felt the air woosh out of him and he coughed in surprise, groaning, “Bachira! You’re heavy; get off!”

“Make me,” Bachira replied.

Isagi smirked. Ah, so he wanted to play, did he? He obliged, digging his fingers into the smaller boy’s ribs, dancing up and down lightly, teasingly. Bachira giggled but barely even twitched, not yet bothered enough to actually squirm.

Well, that was going to change.

Isagi wrapped his arms around him in a hug, digging into his sides even harder, grinning as Bachira cackled above him, hands lightly grasping his arms but not pushing away yet.

“Like this?” Isagi teased into his ear, and Bachira nodded.

For a moment the taller boy scribbled playfully along his sides and ribs, eventually slipping around to his tummy, which made his boyfriend squeal happily and grasp his arms a little harder – the first sign he was starting to break.

Then he pulled out the big guns.

Still keeping one arm wrapped around his waist, Isagi slipped his opposite hand between them to scribble at his back.

“Ah! Ehehehehehehe – Isagi!” Bachira shrieked, giggles finally morphing into laughter as he began to squirm. “Nohohohohoho!”

“Oh, yes. I think you want me to tickle you riiiiight here,” Isagi teased, finding that death spot between his boyfriend’s shoulder blades.

Bachira nearly screamed, arching out of Isagi’s grip so hard he was able to break free, but not hard enough to fully dislodge the other boy. Soon they had rolled over, with Isagi sitting on top of Bachira and the shorter of the two face-down on the bedroll.

Isagi braced Bachira’s hips with his knees, sat on his waist, and clawed at his back freely like a cat with a scratching post.

“AH!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA ISAGHIHIHIHIHI!!” Bachira cried, laughing loudly into the bedroll, gripping the blankets in his fists to have something to ground himself on.

Isagi chuckled. “Yes, bumblebee?”

“TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!!”

“Are you telling me, or asking for more?”

Bachira’s ears turned pink as he laughed, trying and failing to buck Isagi off of him. “MY BAHAHAHAHAHACK!!”

“What about it?” Isagi asked, grinning like a goon. He always loved making Bachira lose his grip like this; the best part was, his boyfriend had asked him to help him let go. It was a level of trust he loved and wanted to be worthy of.

Bachira tapped his palm against the bedroll. “GEHEHEHEHENTLE!!”

Isagi instantly abandoned Bachira’s shoulder blades and lightened his touch, pinching and scribbling at his sides close to his hips instead. He knew the code word well enough by now – don’t stop, but don’t tickle his worst spot, either.

“Ticklish little bumblebee,” he teased softly, enjoying the light, airy giggles he was receiving for his efforts now. Bachira looked so content and relaxed; it was hard to remember to keep going when all Isagi wanted to do was kiss him. “Giggle for me, little bug.”

Bachira snickered quietly, not even moving a muscle to stop him for a minute or so until Isagi started climbing back up to his topmost ribs and underarms.

“Ehehehehehe! Isagi…” he whined, clamping his arms down protectively.

Isagi tickled just beneath the opening to his armpits, leaning down to speak directly in Bachira’s ear. “Let me in, little one~”

“Nohohohohohoooo,” Bachira protested weakly but eventually lifted his arms enough for Isagi to get what he wanted. Then he was laughing again, kicking his legs behind him. “Ahahahahaha, Isagi, plehehehehehease!”

“Please what? You asked for this,” Isagi chuckled. “You can get out any time. You know that.”

Bachira blushed and tried to hide his face, but it was hard when he was forced to look to one side or the other for the sake of breathing. Finally, however, after another minute Isagi dared to dig his thumbs into the smaller boy’s back again while still drilling into his armpits, and finally the dribbler squealed and cried, “OKAHAHAHAY, ENOHOHOHOUGH!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

Isagi let up but didn’t let go, leaning down to pepper Bachira’s cheeks with kisses, making him giggle in an entirely different way. “You’re cute, bumblebee.”

“Nohohohoho, you!” Bachira shot back.

Isagi ruffled his hair lovingly and finally climbed off of him.

He really should have realized what doing that would mean.

Bachira had him pinned on his back so fast Isagi got whiplash from the sheer speed of the maneuver, looking up at his boyfriend’s gleaming golden eyes with a shiver. “Wait, no—”

“Your turn~” Bachira giggled, giving him two seconds in which to protest if he didn’t want reciprocation. When the time was up, the smaller boy grabbed onto Isagi’s sides and squeezed playfully.

Isagi’s hands flew down immediately – he didn’t have the same self-control his partner did – and gripped Bachira’s arms as he squealed with mirth, trying to roll over but unable to go too far thanks to Bachira’s knees on other side of him.

“I just love hearing you laugh,” his boyfriend teased, grinning. “Tickle, tickle, Isagi~”

“Plehehehehehease! N-No fahahahahahair!” Isagi whined, bucking his hips when Bachira started pinching them.

“You can get out at any time~ Why don’t you say something if you want me to let you go?”

Isagi’s responding blush and more frantic giggling was the only response he got.

“Just what I thought. You wanted me to play with you! I saw it in your eyes when I came over here.” Bachira beamed down at him, suddenly darting up to drill into his bottom ribs. “Now it’s my turn to make you laugh!”

“BAHAHAHAHAHACHIRA!!” Isagi shrieked, bucking and squirming harder than before as his worst spot was assaulted mercilessly. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE—”

Then Bachira did something completely unexpected. He grabbed onto both wrists and shoved them above Isagi’s head, looming over him and pinning him down with a strength that was surprising to the taller boy. He tried to wriggle free, but it was pointless.

“H-How…?” he stammered, blushing under Bachira’s intense smirk.

“You like it? It makes it so much easier to tickle your ribs this way~”

And with that, the dribbler went right back to tickling his worst spot – this time without the protection of his arms or even the ability to squirm as much as before.

Isagi’s eyes went wide as he burst into laughter. “GAHAHAHAHAHA BAHAHAHACHIRA!! WHAHAHAHAHAT THE HEHEHEHEHELL?!”

Bachira giggled along with him. “The Monster told me you’d like it more if I pinned you down! Looks like he was right~”

“THE MOHOHOHOHONSTER CAN KIHIHIHHISS MY – AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“Now, now, Isagi. The Monster is only trying to help!” Bachira switched to vibrating his fingers into Isagi’s bottom ribs, making his boyfriend completely lose his mind laughing. The sight made the smaller boy smile, even if he was struggling to keep him in place by now.

“HEHEHEHEHEHELP WHOHOHOHO?!” Isagi cried, arching his back helplessly as his boyfriend continued to assault his worst spot with deadly precision. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE, NO MOHOHOHOHOHOHORE!!”

Bachira hummed. “You sure? You haven’t said the magic word yet!”

Isagi’s cheeks were red hot, but he managed to cackle out, “GEHEHEHEHEHEHENTLE!!” and finally gain some ticklish relief as his partner released his wrists from his grip and moved back to his sides, scribbling lightly. Isagi took a minute to catch his breath between giggles and muttered, “Y-Yohohohohou’re a mohohohohohonster in your own rihihihihight, buhuhuhumblebee.”

Bachira’s eyes lit up, and at first the taller boy thought it was because of the compliment, but then: “Call me that again.”

“W-Whahahat? A mohohohohonster?”

“No! The other thing.”

“Buhuhuhuhumblebee?”

Bachira finally slowed his tickling to a complete stop, leaning down to hover over Isagi’s face with his own. “I like hearing you say that when you’re giggling. It’s…” He struggled to find the right word, then shrugged and gave up, kissing his boyfriend with everything he had.

Isagi hummed, gripping his waist to pull him down even further, running his fingers through his hair. “Bumblebee…”

“Yoichi,” Bachira murmured in return, then kissed him again. “Thanks for always playing with me.”

Isagi smiled and brushed his cheek. “Always.”

[haechansdoll]

hi hi I love your works can you do something jaemin with overstimulation? if not also its fine again I really like your works 🌊

heloo, thank you so much. I would love to write jaem but I'm currenly busy with my internships and uni releated activities, I'll make it short and sweet hope you'll like it <33.

Pairing : Husband!Jaemin x f!Reader

Description : idk, there's no specific plot just Husband jaemin and usage of toys.

Warnings : Overstimulation, Edging, Usage of sex toys.

Wordcount : around 900 words

You had no idea how you found yourself in this situation. But now here you were, tears beginning to leak from your eyes as your husband was overstimulating you into oblivion. Jaemin, the man who could see everything, had found your favorite toy earlier - a blush pink clitoral suction device, hidden within a sleek discreet case. It had initially confused him when he found it underneath the pile of clean underwear in your drawer, but once he found the power button and saw the little blue indicator light up, a strong buzz coming from the toy- he figured out at least where it could be used. So when you came home from work, your eyes widened when you saw the toy case sitting comfortably in his palm, and a pair of crystalline eyes glinting with mischief.

“Ha-haaa–” You weren’t laughing, but you were hysterical. He had you lying on your back at the foot of your shared bed, your legs forced open. He initially tried using it on your nipples, seeing if the suction would latch onto your areolas. And while it did feel good, you weren’t stuttering and blushing until he took it away and latched his mouth on instead, swirling his tongue around until each nipple had perked up.

“Ja-Jaem-Jae–!” You choked on your spit. A dark chuckle could be heard from underneath you. Normally when you used the toy, you would warm yourself up a bit, but Jaemin was being particularly aggravating tonight.

“Ahh, now I see.” A sinister grin stretched across his face, pearly whites showing. “Let’s put it riiiiight-” he hooked a finger to move your panties aside, forcing your pussy lips open with two fingers and mashing it on your clit with no warning. “Here.”

You yelped, the breath being knocked out of you. Your husband was being relentless with the slim pink disc tucked in between his index and middle finger. He would place it directly on your clit for a few minutes, wait until you were right at the edge, and then pull it away. The edging was damn annoying to you, but he loved watching you turn into a stupid, squirming mess all for him. Your stomach muscles clenched, as you immediately felt your body succumb to the pleasure now invading your veins. The toy was buzzing incessantly, but all Jaemin could hear was the wave of moans growing louder and louder from you.

“Does that feel good, honey?” He asked in a subtle mocking tone. You nodded, drool leaking from your mouth. “F-f-feels good,Jaem.” You mumbled, squeaking when he pushed it a little harder against your clit.

“Hmph.” He huffed to himself, before the vibrations suddenly turned off. The loss of sensation made you whine, as he tucked the toy out of sight. But he did not leave you hanging - within seconds, his lips were latched on your clit, sucking and making a sloppy mess.

Jaemin’s tongue was unwavering - he was gathering spit and dripping it all over your pussy, mixing with the slick that had begun to drip out. But he was focused on making your clit overstimulated with pleasure. Your thighs were convulsing uncontrollably, and you tried to inch away from him, but his hands snuck up and grabbed the fat of your ass, keeping you securely in place.

“Better than me?” His voice was muffled, but you realized how you needed to answer.

“Not better than you.” You babbled, letting out a shriek as he slipped a finger inside to curl right into your sweet spot. “oooh-ohh!” You groaned, flopping back on the bed, gripping the sheets tighter. “Right there, right there!” You could feel coils of heat rapidly flowing into your body, tightening your core muscles almost to an unbearable pain.

“Hmmm…I wonder.” You could hear your husband mumble, and you heard the buzzing return. Jaemin took his free hand and held your beloved toy against your spit-slicked clit, and you yowled. With some added stimulation from his finger inside, you orgasmed with a violent scream. Your noises did not stop, you were hysterically moaning and almost crying from the overwhelming sensations. Your pussy was clenching and unclenching rapidly, but he kept the toy in place until you had ridden your last wave of pleasure out.

Your head lolled over to the side, and you clutched your stomach weakly. Jaemin let out a little wolf whistle, as he pulled out his fingers. They were covered in your fluids, a creamy mixture of your cum and slick. He briefly pushed open your pussy to see the rest of your cum drip out, before he took a little taste with his tongue and groaned, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. He looked at the toy again, turning it off and letting it sit flat in his palm.

“Wow, this thing really packs a punch. How long’s the charging time, babe? I wanna know how many rounds we can fit in before this thing is fully juiced.”

[dandylovesturtles]

leo and mikey, treat

(fav duo tbh, pretty underrated)

More Sidelined AU! Are you sick of me yet? Hopefully not because this has consumed my brain.

Part 1

Part 2

We're jumping ahead a bit in time to hopefully give you guys a bit more idea of The Flavor of this AU. And also to give it a bit of a happier note. It's not all doom and gloom!

No content warnings to speak of on this one

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Mikey lands on the roof and powers on his earpiece, whispering, "Mikey in position. Can you hear me, Base? Come in Base."

"Helloooo New York City," comes Leo's voice, loud and clear. "You're tuning into L.A.I.R 179.12, with your host, DJ Neon Leon! Bringing you the hottest rock from the other side of the millennia."

Mikey snickers, then tries to pull himself back together. "Leo, come on! I'm here."

"Who?"

He sighs, even though he isn't mad at all. "I'm here, DJ Neon Leon."

"Ohohoho, excellent." He hears the click of typing, and then Leo says, "Can you get me visuals, Shelldon?"

"Right away, Neon Leon," Shelldon's voice crackles through the comms. There's a moment of silence, and Mikey can just imagine Leo rolling his chair around his "command center."

(He and Donnie had spent ages building it to look like the bridge of the S.S. Starbolt, with added mobility access, of course. Leo loves it as much as Donnie loves his lab.)

"Got your visuals, dudes," says Shelldon. There's some more typing from Leo's end, then he says, "Alright, Miguel, you should see two guards coming around the building riiiiight... now!"

Sure enough, two guards in plainclothes circle either side of the old apartment building across the street. Mikey watches as the two of them meet in front of the entrance, exchange a few words, then turn and head back the way they came.

"Right on time, Leo."

"Perfect, we're synced." Some more typing, and then, "The rooftop will be clear - let me know when you're over there and I'll get you inside."

"Roger that," he says. "Mikey out." Then he clicks his earpiece to silenced.

A hop, skip, and a jump later he's on the opposite roof. There's a door here, and he edges toward it before contacting Leo again.

"I'm here!"

"Alright... Disabling alarms... now!" Mikey can just see how dramatically he must have pushed the button. "Check the door to see if it's locked."

Mikey reaches out and jiggles the handle, but it doesn't budge. "Locked."

"Alright, no problem - you got your lockpicks?"

"Yep!"

"Remember what I taught you?"

"Yeah, I got it."

"Alright. Make me proud, little bro."

Mikey grins, pulling his lockpicking kit out of his gear. It takes him a few minutes, because he's nowhere near as fast at this as Leo is, but he gets it done without needing to ask for help. The training Leo made him go through is still fresh in his mind.

"Alright, I'm in," he says as he slips through the door. He's in a deserted stairwell, but just to be safe he crouches down into the shadows near the wall.

"So far, so good. You need to go down two flights of stairs. No guards are coming around right now, but keep it quiet just in case."

"Don't worry, I'll be silent as a mouse!"

"Knowing Dad that's not giving me as much confidence as you think."

Mikey giggles, then sucks in a breath and gets his game face on. Right. Silent. Ninja skills GO.

He does manage to make it to the right floor without major incident. There's no one in the hall when he enters, looking at the rows of numbered doors. He doesn't know why this is where the artifact is being kept hidden, but it doesn't matter.

"According to our intel, you should be looking for door four-oh-nine," says Leo. "The floor's clear, so get goin'."

"Got it," whispers Mikey, then hurries along in a silent crouch to the door Leo specified. He stops when he gets there, hissing in disappointment.

"What's up?"

"There's some kind of keypad lock."

"No problem. Just hook Donnie's doohickey in there."

Donnie would definitely hate it if he heard them calling it a "doohickey," and that makes Mikey grin. He pulls it out of his gear (it looks like a USB stick, but slightly thinner) and slips it into the maintenance slot on the keypad.

"Alriiight, hacking in progress," says Leo. "Big solo mish is going pretty smoothly so far, huh?"

"Yep," says Mikey proudly. "Told you guys I got this."

"That you did. Oh, and... alakazam!"

There's a click as he says it, then the red light on the keypad turns green. Mikey grins and opens the door, slipping inside the dusty apartment.

"You're getting pretty good at that hacking thing."

"Uh, you know I don't actually hack anything, right bud? I just get Shelly here to do it for me, or shoot it off to Dee if it's too complex."

"Don't sell yourself so short, dude!" says Shelldon. "You're picking it up real quick!"

"Ugh, don't say that. It makes me sound like nerd."

Mikey laughs again, searching the apartment for... well, he's not sure exactly. But he's pretty sure he'll know it when he sees it.

"What's the Foot Clan want this thing for, anyway?" he asks.

"Ours is not to question why, Miguel. I'm leaving that question for Donnie to answer."

"Mm... guess so..." He's about to say something else, but then he feels... something. Like a pulse, getting stronger as he moves toward a closet.

"...I think... I can feel it."

"Feel it?"

"Yeah... it's like..." He frowns, moving forward. "Like it's calling to me."

He opens the closet to find a safe. It also has an electronic lock, so once again he inserts the doohickey. The safe door opens with a click, and he peers inside.

There's only one item: a glittering green stone, with markings he doesn't understand carved in its surface. The pulse is super strong now, waves of energy washing over Mikey. Whatever this thing is, it's definitely powerful.

"I found it!" he says to Leo, a little louder than he should. He reaches in and wraps his fingers around it.

"Great! Hold on, just let me see if-"

Before he finishes his sentence, Mikey pulls the stone out - and immediately a loud alarm starts blaring, making him jump.

"What the heck is that!?" he yelps, jumping to his feet. He hears Leo curse on the other end of the line.

"Pressure alarm. Get out of there!"

The windows are barred - it's why he didn't come in that way in the first place. Mikey has no choice but to go back the way he came, dashing into the hallway. He turns on his heel and is making for the stairwell when his earpiece crackles again.

"No good, they're coming up the stairs."

"Then where am I supposed to go!?" he asks, frantic. All the windows are barred in the hallway, too, so that's no good.

"Okay, okay, hold on... oh, I got it! Opposite direction, about five doors down. Laundry chute."

Mikey sprints. Just as he hears the door of the stairwell open, he's tipping into the chute, pulling his limbs into his shell.

Getting chased by guards? No fun. Sliding down a laundry chute? Very fun.

"Whoooohoohooo!" he cheers when he reaches the bottom, landing in a pile of old rags and t-shirts. "That was awesome!"

"I remember having a distinctly less fun time the last time I had to do that," says Leo. "Anyway, stay there. I'm going to set off the roof access alarms and lure the guards up top, then you go up the stairs and slip out the front. Got it?"

"Got it!"

Leo's plan goes perfectly, and within a few minutes he's back outside. One later and he's back on the rooftops, running to safety.

"Yessss!" he yells once he's finally far enough away, jumping in the air and pumping his fist. "Mission successful baby!"

"I knew you could do it, little bro!" cheers Leo, his voice full of pride, and it makes Mikey beam.

"Couldn't have done it without you, Leo," he says back, truthfully.

It takes Leo a second to answer, which puts the smallest damper on Mikey's enthusiasm, but finally he comes back with, "Sure thing. You know I'm always here to help."

It's not perfect. But it's getting better. Leo is getting better, every day.

Mikey's celebratory mood cannot be quashed. He whoops again, eliciting laughs from Leo's end.

"Alright, now get your butt home before Raph freaks out. He's walked past my door twelve times."

"Thirteen," Shelldon corrects.

"Thirteen!" Leo echoes.

"You got it! Mikey out!"

He clicks the earpiece to silent, then runs and jumps to the next roof with an extra spring in his step. His solo mission was a complete success!

Of course, no missions were truly solo anymore. Not with his faithful older brother ever in his ear.

[giggly-argent]

Late Lunch

lmao this Technically isn't finished but I gave up at the end so! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (loosely based it off tht one pic of Ori that I'll put below the cut ♡)

Word Count: 3184

The employee lounges in Aster's castle were just as decorated as the rest of the palace, with the spaces for the highest ranking officials being the most lavish. Massive windows overlook the well-manicured courtyard garden, bathing the room in soft, golden light. Rich tapestries line the walls, adorned with intricate designs and vibrant colors. The centerpiece of the room is a massive oak coffee table, surrounded by plush sofas and armchairs, perfect for weary officials after a hard day's work. This particular break room was reserved for the (mostly) admirable young captains of the West Wing, but two far less admirable freeloaders had found themselves lounging there instead.

Orion was sprawled out on one of the plush couches, his ruby eyes half-lidded as he watched his fellow nuisance Homare make his ninth or tenth dizzying lap around the room. The silent demon seemed to be in a daze, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his black jeans and his head tilted up at the ceiling. As nice as it was to not have the younger menace causing a fuss, his atypical dawdling was starting to bother Ori.

“Dude, what're you on? You're looking like a fuckin’ zombie.” Orion snickers aloud, finally pulling Homare from his listless trance. He stops in his tracks and pulls his right hand from his pocket, cupping it to make a simple gesture down his chest: he was hungry.

The ever smug rockstar just waves towards the door, earning a blank stare from his restless friend. "Uh, you know the biggest food court in the kingdom is right out there," he snorts, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. "And it's all you can eat, unless you're expecting me to pay for ya'!”

Internally, Homare's thoughts were racing. “This dumbass knows that's not what I mean, right? Or maybe I never told him... no he HAS to know already, it's obvious-” His face scrunches up in frustration as he tries to think of a way to convey his intentions.

"...Well, if money's really that tight, I don't mind covering this time, eheh..." Orion's playful smirk grew more tense as he switched his tone. While Homare was lost in thought, his piercing emerald stare was practically boring through Orion's head. Homare snapped from his trance again, shaking his head and slouching over in exaggerated defeat.

"I-N-C-U-B-U-S," his fingers spelled out, his antsy gaze now aimed at the floor to avoid eye contact. He idly rocks on his heels, almost as if he were embarrassed by his predicament. "I need to feed." He signs feebly, and Ori could hear a quiet, unintelligible grumble from under the man's cloth mask.

"Oooh wait, I get it!" Homare rolls his eyes as the lightbulb goes off above Orion's head.

"Shit, I got a roommate just like you. We help him out all the time- his dumbass always forgets to feed when we're out touring-" The star rambles on, tugging at the collar of his jacket and brushing his hair back to reveal a few telling hickeys around his neck and shoulders.

Homare's pale face goes beet red and he straightens up fast. Why did those marks look so… fresh? Before he could let his mind get carried away for a third time, the exasperated demon tried clear the air as fast as possible. “Not that way!" Now both of hands were out, and more irritable murmurs accompanied his dramatic signing.

Orion tilted his head and stood up from the couch, strolling right over to the blushing man. "Riiiiight... So how do you do it then?" With his hands on his hips, the taller demon's casually flirty look only twisted Homare's thoughts even more.

Homare blinks up at him, appearing starstruck for a moment before his lips curl into a faint smile under his mask. The oddball doesn't give a clear response yet. He quietly snickers to himself, only leaving Orion more curious than before.

"C'mon, spit it out~" Orion lets out a playful whine, nudging the incubus with his elbow. "You're killin' me here, dude!" Much to his annoyance, Homare just crosses his arms and gives a nonchalant shrug, playing more coy than usual.

"Hah, don't lie to me, you bra-HAHT!!" All at once, every last drop of smugness vanished Orion's voice once he felt something soft brush against the shell of his ear. He frantically scans the room, not noticing a faint purple glow from Homare's hands. Two glittering, enchanted purple feathers soon revealed themselves from behind Ori's wild mane before fluttering over his pointed ears.

"B-Broho, the fuck are you doing?!" The startled man sputters, snatching one of the plumes out of the air while clumsily stumbling back to dodge the other. "That... Doesn't work on me!”

"Not ticklish?" Orion didn't expect to shiver just from seeing the word signed out, and that hungry, almost predatory look on Homare's face wasn't doing him any favors either. Nevertheless, he tried to keep cool, hoping he could shake the troublemaker off before he learned too much.

"Neh-Nuh uh, it just, uh... It felt weird!" Foolishly, Orion thought he could laugh it off for the time being, until a gentle push to his chest pressed him back against the wall. That little weirdo really had him cornered… But that aura of yearning in his often unreadable eyes made the rockstar's heart pound in his chest.

"We'll do it your way, then." Homare briefly leaned back just to let Orion see him signing. He then slowly tugged at the other's jacket, but he barely had a chance to feel it before Ori eagerly ripped it off himself. His own hands wrapped around Homare's hips and yanked him closer, erasing the gap between the two.

"Aww! Look at you, tryna be all dominant-" Ori chuckles, his goofy, boyish charm still slipping through his seductive front. Homare only hummed and tilted his head, too close to sign a response. Instead, he did the next best thing.

Slender gloved hands trailed down Ori's arms, only stopping to graze the bare skin of his waist. Even through his hunger, Homare was still one step ahead of his target, distracting him with the unfamiliar, yet extremely welcomed advances all while he worked his other magic more subtly.

Ori's racing heart nearly leapt from his body when his wrists were grasped tight, and it didn't take long for him to spot the familiar purple magic forcing his arms up behind his head. Before he could protest, the taller punk's toned waist was stretched taut, leaving him vulnerable in front of the famished incubus. He knew he was seeing traces of a grin under that dark mask now…

“H-Hold on!" Ori's eyes widened when Homare turned away from him. He ignored the man’s preemptive begging, summoning a small portal to sift through his storage. "I was just jokin', babes! Doesn't matter who tops, I'm not that pick- what the fuck are those-"

When he spun back around, Homare was holding several wooden sticks in one hand, and he waved the portal shut with the other. The tools almost looked like ear picks, but the size and sturdiness of the plumes at the end let him know they weren't meant for an average grooming.

Homare didn't grace him with a spoken or signed answer, deciding to give him a more hands on introduction instead. Holding the other four tools in one hand, he traced the feathery tip of the last one over Orion's bare stomach. If the punk wasn't actually ticklish like he claimed to be, he might've noticed Homare was just signing his own name. Instead, his eyes were squeezed shut, fangs clamping down on his lip to hold his giggles in.

"Shihit-!" Ori pressed against the wall, trying not to squirm too much that would give away his ticklishness after all. The round plumes looked pillowy soft, but held just enough firmness to make him jolt and whimper with every stroke.

Homare, being a jerk as usual, stealthily conjured up a small magic hand by his captive's side: those purple fingers then briefly drilled near Ori's back where it met the wall. The punk nearly screamed in surprise and arched his back, giving Homare the opportunity to press the fluffy tool right into his navel and give it a spin.

"GAHAH-?! Oh fffuhuhck you!" It all happened so fast; Orion couldn't stop the quick bark of laughter that forced its way out. He tried to glare at the bratty incubus, but that stupidly cute, cocky look in his eye made Ori give up instantly- or maybe it was that twirling tool in his navel. "D-Don't look at me like thaHAHAT!!"

As if he hadn't had enough surprises, he felt another plume dancing along his skin. The spare magic hand kept the other three tools nearby, while Homare dragged two of them over Ori's waistline. More strained snickers slipped from the punk's lips, just feeding into Homare's urges even more.

How did these stupid things tickle so bad? Even Homare was surprised by how effective they were. His regular victims usually required a lot more effort to crack, but Orion, as tough as he pretended to be, seemed to crumble at the softest touches. With a longing sigh, Homare slowly started to drag the plumes upwards, drawing more panicked prattling from the bound man.

"Nnonohoho don't you fucking dahahare- Ahaha wahahAIIT!!" The incubus paused surprisigly enough, holding the tools right below Orion's underarms.

He'd noticed Ori reaching a new level of struggling once he got a liiiitle too close to his armpits- definitely a weak spot. As much as he would've loved to keep slowly teasing the punk over and over, gradually breaking him down with those soft, calculated strokes… He'd have to save that for a day when he didn't feel like he was withering away from hunger.

Orion felt a wave of relief wash over him when Homare stepped back, tossing the two sticks in the air, but that feeling was painfully short-lived. The hand holding the remaining tools split into three separate wisps of magic at the dull snap of Homare's fingers, and two similar wisps caught the others that he tossed. Now all five of the fluffy plumes were poised directly over Ori's bare body, just waiting on the cue to strike.

"Ahh..." Homare noticed his captive breaking a sweat, and clasped his hands together. That nervousness was so cute- it always made his meals more flavorful! On the other end, Orion managed to break his focus from the (non)threatening picks hovering around him, putting on a wide, antsy grin. "Homareeee… Are you trying to kill me?"

Homare shook his head at the pretty-boy's whining, which drew the next question from him. "Are... you mad at me?" Yet another nonverbal ‘no’, and the oblivious man took that as a sign to relax. "...So that means you'll let me go now, right?"

The third answer sent a shiver down Orion's spine. Maybe it was his anxiety over getting the living hell tickled out of him, but he could've sworn he heard Homare actually whisper "no" that time. Before he had the chance to throw out another distraction, all five plumes made their move.

The first began at his waist, drawing a large circle around his stomach that grew smaller with each loop, just threatening to dive right back into his navel. Two more flew up to his pointed ears to mimic the annoying feathers from earlier, but this time there was nothing he could do to slap them away.

The last two dove straight into Ori's taut underarms, dragging up and down in an erratic pattern to keep him on his toes. Some strokes were long and slow, dragging up his arms and down to his chest. The others were faster and never strayed too far from his pits.

Poor Orion was beside himself with laughter. He couldn't even try to hold back the shriek that ripped from his lips as soon as the tools touched down.

"NOHOHOHOHOO!! " The sudden ticklish onslaught broke his nerves immediately, and his initial fit of thrashing against his bonds melted into useless tugging and worming around. After just a few more seconds of reckless squirming, the sensitive punk slumped against the wall, tossing his head back and letting his cackling flow free.

"YOHOHOU'RE THE WOHOHOHOOORST!!" he whined at his captor, who was practically drinking up the panicked, helpless laughter. He couldn't hear Homare's amused giggle in response, but he could tell the sadistic brat was too pleased with himself seeing how the tickling just didn't seem to stop.

But Homare's mean streak didn't end there. Orion’s tickle-addled brain didn't process the sound of Homare snapping again, but he definitely felt the plumes moving faster than before.

The one at his stomach stopped circling around, dipping into his navel again and prodding around incessantly. At his underarms, the tools became more focused on drawing the loudest squeals from their pretty ticklish ‘toy’, twirling right over the smooth skin with a bit more pressure than before.

While he wasn't near the point of silent laughter (damned musical breath training), the pitifully sensitive rockstar couldn't get a single word out once the harsher tickling took over. His already uncontrollable giggling went up almost a full octave, and his body went rigid for a split second before slumping back down. He weakly shook his head, trying anything his instincts could work up to keep the fluffy tools away from his ears.

Homare gave it another minute or two, then slowed down the tickling with another soft sigh of delight. Now that he had the chance, Orion took this opportunity to finally spit out his defeat.

"AHA-ALRIGHT!! It tihihickles!!" Homare's ears perked up, and he couldn't help but giggle in awe. He had only sped up the tickling just to satiate his hunger faster, but Ori's whiny concession was an added bonus.

"Huh?" Just to be a dick, the incubus stepped closer and cupped his ear, snapping at Orion to get his attention. Ori's eyes were blurry with tears, but he could still see the eccentric demon taunting him.

"Oh fuck yohohou- WAITWAHAHIT!!" He only had a moment to regret his poor choice of words: it almost looked like Ori would break free with how hard he jerked under Homare’s fingertips. The incubus listlessly poked around his ribs, getting dangerously close to under joining those plumes at his underarms. "IT TICKLES, IT TIIHIHICKLES!!!”

After what felt like hours to the ticklish drama king, Homare pulled both his hands and all of the fluffy tools away, though they still hovered nearby in just case Ori was dumb enough to to spare any more sass.

Though it felt like he'd just started, Homare's energy had flooded back faster than he was used to. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but this quick, strong rejuvenation wasn't entirely foreign to him. He'd once had an encounter with a nymph queen whose mirthful squeals of laughter replenished his power almost too fast- Maybe Ori's own magic was on par with hers?

…No, not a chance. Now that it was on his mind, he could recall similar experiences nearly every time he (begrudgingly) had his precious, eager to please Inori help him feed as well, and he knew her magic was always on the weaker side. He tried to think of anything his best friend had in common with the punk in front of him or a powerful queen, but he just couldn't draw any parallels...

Ori was still pressed against the wall, breathlessly giggling long after the tickling had stopped. Once he blinked away his tears, he could see Homare having a stretch and getting lost in his own mind as usual. The sight of the tools lingering nearby kept him on edge, but he couldn't help but notice a stark change: the magic holding them seemed more vivid in color. "Huh..." Ori huffed softly, his teary eyes shifting from the tools to the seemingly energized troublemaker in front of him.

"What's up? You full already?" He piped up, startling Homare mid-stretch. The incubus furrowed his brows, noticing the familiar shit-eating grin that Orion had the nerve to bear. "Heheh, and here I was thinking you were starving! Can't believe you'd use me as a quick snack."

While Ori was just teasing the other man, he didn't know he was poking a sleeping… No, a freshly energized, very alert bear. Homare stared the punk down, his visible eye now just as vibrant as his magic. He didn't bother to snap this time, cutting out the theatrics in favor of dishing out his favorite punishment.

The bondage around Orion's arms suddenly shifted, and the taller demon dropped to his knees with a startled gasp. He thought his bonds were completely loosened, but the incubus had the rope catch his wrists on the way down, fully stretching his arms above his head. Taking full advantage of his captive's stunned state, Homare dropped down as well, seating himself straight onto Ori's lap.

“Hghn-!? What-???” Orion was already convinced he fit the bill of an ‘inexperienced, flustered idiot’ by now, but the moment he tried to save face one last time, he was immediately countered by Homare slowly tugging down his own mask. It felt like he could never get used to seeing the lower half of the younger demon's pretty face, but what really shook him was the impish, telltale smirk on his lips. Ori shivered, feeling Homare's gloved hands gingerly rubbing up and down his sides. It might've been relaxing if he didn't know what it was leading up to. "D-Damnit! Wait, can't you take a joke?? Ya’ don't really HAVE to keep going-"

"Yes, I do." A lovely, melodic, and oh-so unfamiliar whisper seemed to shatter any of Orion's objections- that, and the feeling of soft lips grazing his cheek afterward. Ori's mind went blank, save for one thought: the incubus known for being an unpredictable, dangerous threat was currently planting the most tender kisses along his jawline.

When it seemed like Homare's lips would finally meet Orion's, that teasing brat only gave him a quick peck instead of what he truly wanted. Homare leaned back and let out an airy laugh, one that Orion would've folded over without a drop of shame if he wasn't so riled up.

Homare didn't give him the chance to whine over it too much. Soon, the hands at Ori's waist dug in, squeezing at his hips without warning. Orion bucked and yelped, almost jerking himself up off the floor, but Homare kept him in his place, kneading that sweet spot with light, hellish precision.

"OH MY GOHOHOD I HATE YOU!!"

“I know…♡ " Homare kept his voice low, leaning in to carry on with the soft kisses, this time right along Ori's ear. The combined merciless squeezing and loving, tickly kissing was maddening. He so desperately wanted to break out of the ropes and give Homare a taste of his own medicine, but a part of him didn't seem to mind the position he was in…

[cherrypeaking]

turn on your camera! (taehyun x fem!reader smut)

part 2 riiiiight here!

wc: 1.6k words

summary: it’s your first day working from home because of the pandemic. you’re supposed to have a call with your coworkers to confirm your attendance for today. little did you know taehyun was going to completely change the course of this video call with your coworkers…

warnings: some swearing, lots of teasing (i think), exhibitionism/voyeurism, squirting (?), pussy eating, sort of bratty sub!tyun

a/n: this is my first fic so i hope it’s fine… it’s heavily hinting at a part 2 which i’d love to write too… when i have time/energy tho haha hope you enjoyyyy <3

“Hello? Y/N? Oh, you’re on.” Beomgyu’s voice startled you a little, when you joined the video call.

“Yeah. Was that all I needed to do?” you asked, making him tsk in disbelief.

“Y/N you’re actually supposed to wait for the other guys to join the call.” He replied, already sounding done with you. “Plus, what did the boss tell us about having our cameras on? I can’t be the only one showing my face.” he added, frowning.

Today was your first day working from home, as the world was on lockdown because of the pandemic. Your coworkers and you were ordered by your superiors to have a video meeting to confirm one another’s attendance to work for the day.

Your boyfriend, Taehyun, had been a bit luckier — or not — considering he would only resume working within two more weeks. Therefore the two of you were home, today.

However, the boy had gotten so used to having your full attention everyday, that it was pure torture for him to let go of that — even just for a minute.

As Soobin, Yeonjun and Hueningkai logged into the room, Taehyun could hear their voices from afar, making him pout.

He had seen those guys before, there were times he had suspected maybe one or two of them liked you more than they should.

Perhaps today’s call was the perfect opportunity to show them that you were taken.

A falsely innocent smile crept upon Taehyun’s face as he turnt his head towards your direction, stepping up to you.

“Y/N, we’re all here now and we all have our cameras on!” Yeonjun cooed teasingly.

“Yeah Y/N! It’s fine if you’re still in your PJs, we won’t judge.” Hueningkai reassured you, between a fit of giggles.

That boy knew you so well; you were indeed still in your nightgown.

Sighing, you got rid of the paper hiding your laptop camera, before letting out a little gasp.

Taehyun.

“Y/N? Everything alright?” Soobin seemed confused.

“Uhm… yeah yeah… sorry give me a second.” You asserted, still feeling your boyfriend planting kisses on your left thigh.

You weren’t sure when exactly he got himself so comfortably on his knees, right in front of you, but there he was, being needy.

Despite you trying to pull him away, he continued.

His kisses were making you shiver, more so than usual, because you were supposed to work today.

Taehyun clearly had other plans for the both of you though.

“Get off.” You whispered to him, trying to shake off your left leg to convince him to get away.

Hopefully the guys did not hear you.

Instead of obeying, like he normally would, Taehyun lifted your nightgown, granting him easier access to your panties.

You softly slapped his hand away, but the cheeky smile he gave you as he looked up, showed all you needed to know.

“Nah.” he whispered as well.

Unbelievable.

A moan inevitably escaped your lips when your boyfriend dove in head first, wanting to feel your cunt, even if it were through the fabric of your underwear.

“Y/N?! Are you okay?!” Hueningkai’s voice brought you back to reality.

Oh shit.

“Beomgyu, since you’re the admin, could you turn on Y/N’s camera instead? Starting to get worried…” Yeonjun asked, getting a hum of approval from said boy.

Oh no no no no.

You panicked inside, and Taehyun’s touches — licks — through your panties were making it harder to think properly anymore.

When the camera was on, you officially lost it. It was as if your soul had left your body. It wasn’t you anymore, you refused to face such humiliation.

“There you g— uh.” Beomgyu froze. So did the others.

The silence was killing you, it seemed not to bother Taehyun one bit though, because he was still kissing your panties.

Out of panic, you stupidly waved to your coworkers.

“Hiii.~ You’ve met Taehyun right? My boyfriend? Haha…” You stammered, in extreme embarrassment.

Taehyun’s fingers pulling on your panties to uncover your pussy made you hiss, while he chuckled.

Soobin panicked as well.

“Beomgyu it’s better if you end the c—“

“What if I wanna watch?” Beomgyu’s answer surprised you.

But it got you even wetter.

You gulped, focusing your attention on Taehyun again. Your boyfriend was looking up at you, with pleading eyes.

He dragged the tip of his tongue up to your clit.

“S-stop teasing.” you groaned, leading him to immediately start lapping at your core like crazy.

It seemed all he needed was your final permission, to go on and do what he desired the most.

You tried taking a look at your laptop, only to see that, whereas your coworkers had not left the room, they had turnt off both their cameras and mics.

While you thought that was very weird, it made it easier for you to completely concentrate on what your boyfriend was doing.

Not having pairs of eyes peering at you made you regain your composure.

You gripped on Taehyun’s hair to push him closer to your pussy, earning an enthusiastic moan of his against your skin.

“Pretty boy, show them how good you make me feel.” You sweetly told him, petting his hair.

Taehyun was shivering just from your words.

Having his face so close to your cunt made it harder for him to look directly at you, but he didn’t mind — he could smell and taste you all he needed.

“Woah… Oh— shit.” Hueningkai’s voice caught you off guard, as he quickly cut off his mic again.

Your attention drifted back to Taehyun who was devouring you, as if he had not been able to eat you out for months.

“My baby enjoys being watched too hm?” you softly asked, before letting out a long moan of pleasure, because of his nose bumping into your clit.

All he did was nod and get back to licking your inner lips, then outer lips again; nibbling on your inner thighs here and there.

Your legs were starting to tremble because of all his attentions, you were panting more heavily, taking a look at your screen again to see that the guys were, yet still, in the call.

Perverts.

“Baby I’m getting close…” you warned your boyfriend, but he was unshakeable.

He kept going, giving a bit more attention to your clit.

With one hand he was keeping your panties away from your cunt, to keep it uncovered. With the other, he was rubbing circles right above your clit, to tease you a little more, just as you liked.

“J-just like that…” you whimpered, feeling a familiar warmth in your stomach.

You bit your lower lip, wanting to last a bit longer, but knowing you were being watched, let alone by your coworkers, was driving you wild.

“My love… please come on my… f-face…” you almost didn’t hear your boyfriend mumble against your folds.

He was asking you that, as if his cheeks, chin, lips and nose weren’t already getting sticky from being so close to your pussy.

“Y-you really want your face all wet huh?” you whimpered out, letting your head rest a little lower on the couch, finally letting go of Taehyun’s hair.

The latter pulled away a little just to answer you, as he rubbed your clit with his fingers instead for a few moments.

“Yes… and I want everyone to see.” You gasped, biting your lower lip harder.

It finally hit you. Taehyun had done all of that because he was jealous.

A knowing grin formed onto your face as you nodded.

“Okay.” And you quickly pushed his face onto your cunt again. “Less words, more actions baby.”

“Y-yes.” he moaned against you, unconsciously bucking his hips up into air with excitement.

“Damn your boyfriend is down bad for you, Y/N…” Yeonjun commented, maybe he didn’t care if you could hear him anymore.

If it were not for Taehyun’s perfect oral skills you would’ve giggled, instead you just replied, looking at your boyfriend, then at the camera.

“He is, isn’t he?” Taehyun nodded vigorously, catching your clit in his lips to completely give his all to you and finally make you reach your climax.

You moaned a little louder that time, gripping less on Taehyun’s hair; petting it more.

“W-Would never do anything without my permission, right?” you asked him, implying to Taehyun he was going to be in big trouble for all of his shenanigans later.

Taehyun nodded again, but kept going, thrusting his hips into nothing over and over, messily suckling on your clit then licking your folds all over again.

Both of you were panting, heavily.

In the end, you came in a breathy squeal, turning your head to face the couch and hide yourself.

Taehyun’s eyes lit up as your juices landed mostly on his awaiting tongue, the rest hitting his cheeks and chin.

He sighed in relief, not caring much about his own arousal at the moment.

When you finally came back down from your little high, you heard Soobin’s voice.

“Thanks for the show I guess!” You rolled your eyes at his words.

“Your exhibitionism kink is safe with me!” Yeonjun assured you before leaving the call.

“I won’t tell anyone!” Kai followed the eldest and left as well.

Only Beomgyu was remaining, which worried you for a little.

“You. One word to our boss and I’m—“

“Don’t worry, it was a nice show. Have fun you two.~ Today has just started after all… right?” He cut you off, ending the call altogether.

Taehyun and you were all alone then. You were finally realizing everything that occurred right then and there. When looking back at Taehyun, the vision was very much delectable.

The poor boy was still panting, his hard-on was painful and looking at your spent body was not helping him.

But the cold tone in your voice snapped him out of his reverie. Taehyun’s eyes widened in anticipation.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you’ve done. You’re in big trouble baby.”

a/n: help me idk how this app works >< hope that was ok hahahahaha! bye bye!!

[cuteskunkz]

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.Good Morning Princess ₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

~Part 2~

(Dom!Mike Schmidt x Sub!Reader)

~Summary: Mike comes home after a long day and needs to blow off some steam. Continuation of part one!!!

~Tags: Pet names, degradation, praise, breeding kink, daddy kink, brat taming, gawk gawk 3000, penetrative sex, afab!reader

Note: This is pretty much porn LMFAO!! Read part one for the full story.... or not if you're horny no judgement ;) Just a reminded that I am brand spankin new to writing fanfic so apologies if it's mid. Pls lemme know if you're interested in more, my amas are always open to ideas <333

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Mike grabs your face with one hand. This causes you to pout at him and furrow your brows. "Don't make me cuff you again" Mike says playfully. You take it as a challenge, deciding to be the biggest brat possible. You knew how much Mike loved taming you, it was like a newfound hobby for him. At one point your attitude was so much he had to throw you over his shoulder and carry you to the bedroom to teach you better manners.

"Or what? I can handle some stupid pair of cuffs" you say while staring at Mikes baby pink lips. He pins you to the bed. His strength is impressive, you couldn't fight him off even if you tried. The guy definitely takes his push ups seriously. You start wiggling underneath him knowing this will piss him off more. His hands only grip tighter around your wrists, further restraining you. "You're so fuckin needy- do you know that?" he growls. You face away from him suddenly feeling bashful.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you." You lock eyes with Mike, your mouth slightly agape. You take notice of his light brown freckles and it's like your heart skips a beat. "Good girl. Now get on your knees" he directs. He loosens his grip on you and stands next to the bed waiting for you to follow his order. "Nah I think I'll stay riiiiight here. You know Mike- your bed is soooo comfy I couldn't possibly eveeerrrr get u-" he grabs your throat and pulls upward forcing you to stand and make your way off the bed. Your tiny fingers attempt to pry him off but it's no use. "Im gonna fuck your mouth until your dumb little brain is empty. How does that sound hm?"

That's all it took for you to turn back into his subservient toy. "Anything for you sir". You lower yourself down onto your knees and stick your tongue out. Mike had you basically trained to take position for times like these. He taps his cock on your tongue a few times allowing you to mentally prepare for his length before roughly thrusting into your throat at a decent pace. "It's like you were made for me. God you're so pretty sucking on me like that. Thank daddy for stuffing his cock in your mouth." He pulls back slightly leaving his member resting just barely on your lips. "Thank you daddy" you reply. "Thank you for what? Use your big girl words"

"Thank you for f-fucking my throat." He smiles, "There we go. Good girl". He thrusts back into your mouth and pumps even faster than before. Guess your words really motivated him or something. Mike takes your hair into both his hands and forces you deeper. The sounds of you sputtering and gagging on him push him closer to his climax. You stare up at him with tears rolling down your blushing cheeks. You'd pay any price to stay in this state of pure bliss. "You look so beautiful when you're cockdrunk, princess. I know it's a lot but you're doing so well... j-just a little longer I promise"

Mike pulls out of your mouth leaving spit strings attaching you to him. He grips your sides and picks you up, laying you down on the edge of his bed. You instinctively rest your legs on his chest anytime you're put into the missionary position as it allows him to hit your more sensitive areas easier. He began lining up his length to your throbbing cunt, causing butterflies in your stomach. "You still with me?". You couldn't focus anymore but to nod in confirmation. A low groan left his lips as he slid into you. Slowly but surely you stretched to fit all of him.

"You're all mine princess- ALL fucking mine." Mike pounds deeply into you, using your hips as a handle to move you onto him like his personal fuck toy. The sounds of your pussy around him as well as your high pitched moans were so intoxicating to Mike. You were his favorite pastime activity. "I'm gonna pump so much cum into your sweet little pussy baby. Gonna fill you" he says while wrapping one hand around your throat. Just the thought of him finishing in you made you feel like a feral animal in heat.

Your climax sneaks up on you. You uncontrollably tremble on Mike while babbling what sounds like his name over and over again. Maybe if you were coherent it would be more obvious. "That's it, keep it up little fuck bunny. I love it when your tight pussy drools for me". You felt so overstimulated, bucking and rolling around but his hands pin you once more until he can finish. You felt so small and weak under his control.

He bottoms out in you. You can feel his rhythm getting sloppier, signifying his closeness. "Oh fuck b...baby I'm gon....gonna-" he whimpers. His head falls back while his fingernails dig into your hips. You're filled to the brim with his cum, some of it leaking out around him. For a second it's silent (beside the sound of both of you catching your breath that is). He slowly pulls out, careful not to spill any of his seed out of you. Mike slips his middle finger into you to push it deeper leaving you feeling deliciously full. 

You lay there with your eyes closed unable to wipe the grin off your face. "If this is what happens when I mouth off to him I definitely gotta do it more often" you think to yourself. You distractedly replay the series of events that just happened in your head. You hate to say it but you definitely tuned Mike out for a bit to recall everything correctly. "Hello? You there? Did I kill you? Oh no!! My poor baby!!" he teases, pretending to cry. "What will I ever do!!" He throws himself on top of you like a damsel in distress, pretty much crushing you. "Mikey I swear to god I will punch you" you chuckle. "You do that and I'll tell Abby you threw away her favorite crayons." You pull the blanket right below your eyes pretending to be scared, "Hey man I was just playing around- you'll actually get me killed like that."

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This is the final part of Good Morning Princess <3 I hope you guys enjoyed as much as I have!! It was so much fun writing this and I can't wait to keep creating. That being said if y'all have ideas please send them in, i'm pretty busy but Im on here daily. Thanks for reading!!!

[didyoulookforme]

pov: you decide matty needs some makeup

this photo always makes me feel things as it is peak shy subby bf matty so some thoughts on that below as i have nothing better to do than mop around now that they’ll be going on a (much needed) break.

warning: 18+, smut mentions. grammatical errors, typos.

other bf matty blurbs & rambles here.

okay. maybe there was one time when you went to one of their shows so you were just chilling in the greenroom minding your own business. it was just after soundcheck so there was time to spare and you decide that a makeup touchup wouldn’t be the worst thing. you grab your bag, walking over to one of those cool tables that have the large mirrors and impeccable lighting which makes you feel like you’re a famous person yourself. fancy! anyway, you sit down and take out some of your makeup to use, neatly lining the items down on the surface in front of you. you pull you hair behind your ears so it’s not in the way when you notice in the mirror that matty is heading towards you. the cute bf that he is, he comes up and wraps his arms around you, kissing your neck from behind.

“whatcha doin’, my darling?”

“not much. just freshening up a bit.”

“you know you don’t need any makeup ‘cause you’re already fucking gorgeous, right?”

“says you, the most effortlessly good looking human ever.” he snorts and rolls his eyes, but you notice the grin on his face because he’s a sucker for compliments, specially coming from you hehehe.

“you should try it sometime.” he looks confused at your statement. “makeup. you should try it sometime. it’s fun.”

“oh. hmm, never done it before. feel like i’d be rubbish putting it on tbh.” (he would be abysmal at it, i’m afraid)

“well, lucky for you i’m here. sit down, healy. let’s make those fans of yours go absolutely crazy.”

his eyes widen and jaw drops in utter disbelief. “what!? NO absolutely not.”

“c’mon love. pretty please? i bet you’d look damn sexy with some lipstick on.”

“riiiiight.” 😒

“i’ll make it up to you after the show.” 😉

😳 “OKAY FINE” he immediately scoots you outta the chair so he can take a seat lol

you spin him around so he’s facing you, quickly kissing his forehead and lips before you get started. internally you’re flipping out ‘cause, of course, you’ve daydreamed of putting makeup on matty more than once (re: many many many times) before. you pick up three lipsticks from the table and ask him which colour he’d prefer. he tilts his head looking at the shades before pointing at the dark burgundy one in the middle. fuuuuuuuck. okay okay, you didn’t really expect him to pick that one tbh. you'll be fine. sure.

you get your scrambled (dirty) thoughts together and pop the lid off the lipstick, grabbing some of the pigment with a thin brush. you begin by carefully outlining his lips, all while he looks up at you with those soft brown eyes that you cannot get enough of. you can tell that that he’s a bit nervous as he keeps repeatedly tapping his foot. “it’s okay, baby. it won’t take long,” and after a minute or so you’re done with the outline, taking a step back to ensure it looks alright. you’re happy so now it’s time to fill in the rest. sweet matty is still looking up at you as you ask him to slightly open up his mouth to get better access for adding the colour. he obediently does so and it takes everything in you to not drop to your knees in front of him as fuck he looks too damn beautiful for his (your) own good. once again you attempt to set your mind straight and bring the lipstick to his bottom lip, slowly dragging it across as you start to apply the burgundy tint on him. you continue on to the top one until his pretty lips are all now covered with a deep shade of berry which actually complements his skin tone perfectly (but what doesn’t, really?) he closely watches as you lift your thumb and lick the pad a bit before bringing it to the corner of his mouth, wiping away some of the residue. you take a closer look, almost there.

“okay, bear with me here darling, okay?” he nods.

you bring up your pointer finger and slowly put it in his open mouth resting in on his tongue. his eyes widen in surprise but you can definitely see a glint of lust in them. this is too much fun for you.

“close your mouth and suck.”

without breaking eye contact he does as instructed and you SWEAR you heard him quietly moan as you slowly start sliding your finger out of his mouth.

“there, now you won’t get lipstick on your teeth.”

you take your face in both of your hands to look at your handiwork. perfect. you smile and very lightly kiss his lips (as to not ruin them) before you spin him around so he can look at himself. your arms wrap around his shoulders as the both of you stare at his reflection.

“what do you think?”

in usual matty fashion, he blushes at the sight of himself wearing lipstick, the same colour which he’s seen you wear countless times before. also the same colour that has ended up all over his body due to your lips. you notice the gears turning inside his head and kiss his temple in order to try soothe him as you think he’s feeling self conscious at the sight of him wearing makeup. when in reality he’s just flustered because he cannot stop thinking about kiss you all over and marking you as his.

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ngl i could ramble on about putting on makeup on subby matty for hours lol

sorry for the nonsense ramble but thank you if you made it this far :)

[aqours]

ok i REAAAAAALLY need to make a dedicated sideblog for this shit now i realize bc this game is gonna fucking fully get me dragged into this discourse so i'm gonna make an active effort to stop putting these on main, but i can't see myself saying more beyond this in general but ANYWAAAAYS

so i recently made this post about the cognitive dissonance regarding this game and people using fucking CALL OF DUTY a game that is more or less a recruitment drive to make the US military look cool and try to get kids to join up and that GTA's wanted system is actually NOT rewarding you or something to try to play a dick measuring contest with coffin but this interaction really interested me and i wanna talk about it bc i just blocked them after they refused to answer the last question but this is a very specific kind of gaslighting tactic i'm very familiar with from my own days as an anti

i think p much all of us who are used to engaging with this discourse are used to like y'know, being called awful horrible disgusting things. this is not the first time some fucking weird random person came onto my content asking me if i was a kid didler or wanted to fuck my brother. ain't gonna be anywhere near the last time either folks, but i and Lord God knows that's not the case so i don't care what a rando on the internet says but here's the thing: you can't "win" this, but they want to win it. no matter what you say you are the absolute worst kind of dreg of society that should be shot behind a barn and no amount of anything would work. if i actually pulled a list of sourced all that would have happened was they would've doubled down on calling me an inc*s*ious p*d* that I would be willing to use articles probably written by "people like me." because YOU don't care about "winning" this argument, you just wanna get the facts out on your end. it's a catch-22 folks, nothing you say will get you out of it!

i started by calling them a karen, they immediately escalated the living FUCK out of it and tried to trap me in this catch-22 to keep feeling morally superior to me. me saying i don't have such desires and never will isn't enough because i like this game. nothing but me renouncing it will change it.

but here's the thing about antis- they fucking HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE it when you turn it on them. look at the difference. look at the difference between they were the one throwing the catch-22 at me vs. the other way around. what about you? you just came onto my post to harass me, so i'll say it back. how about you? are you just accusing me of these horrible things because you are projecting your thoughts on me? you told me to get a therapist: so maybe you're the one that needs help if so!

violent video games must encourage violence, riiiiight? and you support it because it's violent. Game of Thrones had in*e*t in it so everyone who likes it also is the same. and Demon Slayer, where the pfp is from is violent, so you support it. the main protag's little sister also gets a superpowered form where she gets physically older and a tits out kinda look. so clearly YOU want to see your sister in the same way, right?

and it went as expected. you can see the tone going from smug jerking off with a shit-eating grin to just annoyed while smelling their own farts like it's a rose. and the moment i started doing the same uh i got NO fucking answers and they stormed off. i waited half an hour for a response before blocking them

so why am i typing up this walltext? because i used to be an anti. i fucking guarantee you i would've called everyone who liked this game [insert horrible things] like 7-9 years ago. so let me tell you, you know what pisses off antis more than anything? more than ANYTHING? turning this catch-22 bullshit on them. this is the only way you can end this miserable conversation without blocking them.

it's all one-sided bullshit and the moment you turn it on an anti it IMMEDIATLY shuts it down. this fucker KNEW the answer and you know it. so i wanted to share that, if you ever struggle with this shit: well the best thing you can do is block them and to give a fuck about winning their imaginary argument, but this is the only way to make the headache end otherwise. just throw the catch-22 right back and that's the end. thanks for reading!

[giggly-squiggily]

TickleTober Day 27 ~Hysterical~ (Dr. Stone)

Gen considered himself pretty funny.

Didn’t believe him? Ask Senku! He currently had the scientist in stitches with his god-tier comedy routine!

“Mehehhehehntahahhalist, cuuhuuhut it ohohoohohohut!”

“Why? Too funny for you? Let’s try this one! You know why a scientist always has a good time? They keep a flask in their hand 24/7!” Gen grinned, delighted when Senku wheezed. “See? I knew you’d like that one!”

“Iihiihihihihit’s so stuhuhuhuhupid! Gehahahhhhhaa, Gehehehhhehen!” Senku was indeed laughing up a storm, but one could argue the hands on his ribs were far more effective than the jokes his boyfriend was telling him. “Gehhehehehet ohohoohohoohohff!”

“Get off? Get off the stage? Huh- everyone’s a critic!” Gen rolled his eyes affectionately, pushing Senku back against the table so he could further explore his torso. “Whatcha gonna do, throw a tomato at me? Looks like you got a sizable one riiiiight here!” He poked Senku’s cheek as his other hand pinched along his belly, earning a rare squeak. “Oo, you liked that one?”

“Shuhuhuhuhuhush! Aheahhahhahaha, yohoohohour johoohohokes suhuuhuuhuck!” Senku complained, nearly flying off the table when his hips were grabbed. “AH! I tahahahke it bahahahck! I tahhahahke it bahhahck yohohoohur joohohohokes are greahAHHAHAHT!”

“Hmm..I don’t believe you.” Gen had taken a comfortable spot on the edge of the table, Senku’s leg in his arms as he squeezed along his calf. “How can I be so sure you think my jokes are great? Hmm, Senku-chan?”

The scientist could barely speak- let alone think. Gen was an absolute menace! “FIHIHIHINE FIHIIHIHNE THEHEHEHRE GREHHAHHAHHT NOW STAHHAHHAP!”

“Hmmmm..okay!” Gen nodded, finally releasing him as Senku curled up, bringing his legs to his chest. “Glad you finally see things my way.”

Senku rolled his eyes, snorting some as he sat up. “Yeah yeah…and okay- I might have liked that flask joke.” Gen’s eyes lit up, a smile pulling on his lips. “LIKED. I didn’t say it was funny.”

“Aww, Senku-Chan~”

“Shush.”

[melanodis]

don't think I've ever talked about this publicly but my Dave ends up working at the fnaf 2 location after getting divorced from Adelaide in 1985 (after Elizabeth's death), not realizing Henry still runs the whole shebang so this idiot just hides the moment his car pulls up because he's sooooo paranoid that he'll see STRAIGHT through his terrible disguise. And the fact that Dave is wearing Henry's old sunglasses from the 60s. Dead giveaway but it's just a coincidence, right? Riiiiight.

But Dave also can't help but take a peek at Henry when he visits for maintenance checklists. The progressing silver streaks in his hair, the way loose strands fall into his face while he's working even after he pulls everything back into a ponytail. No matter what iteration, William remains a hopeless little fag forever chasing what he can never have because he fucked everything up.

But, in the meantime, Jeremy and Dave are constantly at each other's throats. Dave is completely serious about it but Jeremy thinks it's a funny bit that he adds onto because he genuinely does not give a shit. Mr. Miller proudly actively contributes to a toxic work environment (threatening to use Jeremy as a mop).

They keep trying to one up each other and Jeremy always comes out on top it makes Dave so fucking mad.

"Why do you always hide when Mr. Emily comes by to conduct the maintenance? Do you have a crush on him or something?"

"You wouldn't understand..."

"I think you're gay."

"I'M NOT."

"Yeah huhh."

"Well— well, what if I tell him about you and Michael making out and blazing in the janitor closet?? Shirking your duties?"

"Ppfffftt. Okay, and? He knows anyway."

"SERIOUSLY?"

"Who do you think sells me the shit?"

[the1entirecircus]

Arven learns that Arceus is in your contacts

This is a what if scenario based on if the trainer in Pokemon SV was the same trainer in PLA

Arven, on Trainer's phone for some reason: Hey, Little Buddy, I didn't know you had a sense of humor.

Trainer: What do you mean?

Arven, points to Arceus in your contacts: You have Arceus in your contact list.

Trainer, laughs: Yeah, because I met him.

Arven, not believing them: yeah, riiiiight, of course you did.

Trainer: Arven. Your parent made a time machine.

Arven:...oh my Arceus, you met Arceus.

Trainer, nodding: Yeah, I did.

Arven, now hyperventilating: Oh my Arceus, you have met Arceus!

Trainer, pulling up a seat for Arven: Take a seat, I know this is a lot to process.

Arven, sitting down: Why-? How-? When-?

Trainer: A week before I moved to Paldea from Sinnoh. He sent me back in time to deal with something.

Arven: YOU WENT BACK IN TIME?! TO SINNOH'S HISUIAN PERIOD?!

Trainer: Inside voices! No need to yell!

Arven: I'm sorry it's just...wow, like oh my Arceus, but why you?

Trainer, reflecting on their crazy adventures:...that's a long story for another day.

[impishcyber]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞... 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞?

Jigen Daisuke x Fem! Reader

Cw: mayhaps a bit of an ooc Jigen| age gap (reader is around 25 while jigen is supposedly late 30s)| humping| reader being way too much of a brat| brat tamer jigen| semi exhibition?| Fingering (receiving)| VnP penetration| degradation| bondage with unconventional items| and as always Unedited

A/N: this man is the bane of my existence since the ripe age of 9. I watched this show on a children's tv channel. I know nobody will care ab this, but doing this to heal my horny soul. This has been written truly for my guilty pleasure of old men. Can this be considered as a fic? Idfk i never figured out how this works

Additional: Credits to @Dali91 on character ai, after fucking around in there i was able to come up with this lmfao, for anyone who wants to use it heres the link:

https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=h0rLehid-dfaBpz8Xx6Aa8G1bv1MydYKtGIxdRQ5ZdU

You were an intel of sorts.. you gather information and sell it to the others for a large amount of money. Somehow, you managed to tangle yourself with Lupin and his one of the many of his shenanigans

So now you find yourself in an office room with large windows that have the full beautiful view of the city, with the most annoying gunman known in earth.

Jigen was on the other side of the room, feet on the very same table and just keept smoking while keeping a lookout with his sniper resting low on the window

When lupin grouped you together he keept grumbling about having to work with you, and now he still doesnt seem to like you..

"So whats your deal huh? What did i do to you??" You ask as you try to make him look at you in the eye, his feroda making it impossible to even make out his features

"What do you mean.." he grumbled as now he crossed his arms like a fussy child, still avoiding eye contact.

"You quite literally said 'Women are all the same, theyre all trouble', what did you excatly mean by that huh?" You march towards the chair he was sitting on with hands on your hips

"All the women ive met are full of trouble.." he grumbles as he turns his body to the other side completely avoiding you

You huff and sit on the table, while you rest tour hands on the table you lower to almost his head level "And what are you then, a misogynist?" you giggle out as you see quite literally his body go rigid

"What? No! Its just my personal policy.." he yelps out as he tries to get out of the situation he roped himself in and failing

You make an unamused smile as you raise your eyebrow and cross your arms "So you are a misogynist.."

"No, and stop putting words in my mouth!" He yells out as he grumbles about how annoying you are and starts looking through the scope of the sniper

There is a beat of a silence before you get an idea how to annoy the old man even more. You jump off of the table and start looking out of the window with a neutral face, then the expression truns into a concentrated one as you then gasp in faux shock

"Hey are you seeing this? What is that?" You tap on the glass of the wide window as you catch Jigen's attention "Wha- where, what do you mean.." he picks up the rifle and turns to look at where youre pointing

"Riiiiight.... There!" You snatch his hat as you take a few steps backwards giving him time to react to what just happened

"Hey wha- What the hell are you doing!?" He raises up from the spot he took hours ago as he pulls out his hand towars you "Give that back!"

"Ah so thats what you look like! Not bad old man youre quite handsome~" you wink as you take a few more steps back and make a run for it throughout the door of the meeting office you both occupied

"Get back here! This isnt funny we have a job to do!" You hear him yell on the ither end of the corridor as you run through it, opening a random office door and then as soon as you try to close it, Jigen blocks it

"Alright you brat.. no more games. we've got a job to do.. give. me. that. hat..." he heaves as he blocks out your only escape, as he slowly walks into the room

"Well you know what they say old man.. you gotta catch me first!" You laugh out as you circle a big mahogany office table, trying to avoid him. You dart from left to right, not allowing Jigen to grab onto anything of you

You book it to the left as he starts circling the table on your right but you fail to realize how close he was, because he then grabs onto the belt loops of your jeans trying to pull you towards him and you both fall on the ground

You try to push him away with you left hand, blocking his face while your right one has the hat away from him, your knees on his stomach trying to give you some sort of a space away from him but it only allowed him to part your legs to get closer to your upper body, sitting on his knees while now your thighs are over his

He then catches both of your wrists with his right arm while his left one on the side of your head for support. You grunt out in frustration as now you plant both of your feet on the ground, pushing forward with your hip to try and trample him off of you

"Get off of me!" You push forward but to no avail, though the friction of your jeans and his hips humping into you causes your breath to waver and your heartbeat to speed up. Jigen snatches his feroda away from you and puts it on his head before grinning down on you as he sat on his knees "Not fair dude!"

You try and push forward, but with the compromising position and proximity, it only causes your core to rub against your jeans and his slacks and forming hard-on.

"Youre a brat you know that?" Jigen pants out as he leans down towards now even more friction between you, causing your cheeks to start warming up "The fuck is wrong with you we're supposed to do a job.."

It finally dawns upon you the situation you both are in, but you cant help being extremely turned on by this. The way both of your hips grind on eachother deliciously causes you to whine lowly. You look down where your hips colide to see the growing tent jigen has. You look up at him and clear your throat, you smirk a mischievous smile before you speak

"Well you're not that great either.."

You nod to where the problem is and he looks down to see his cock rock hard from the friction. He look up at you dangerously and be groans out before releasing your wrists and pulls you down even harder to where his hips are. That makes you gasp in arousal and shock as your eyes become as wide as saucer plates. The dudden friction causes to pull out an even louder whine, the heat now even hotter on your face.

"Is this what you really wanted you little fucking brat?" He grits between his teeth, a blush forming on his cheeks. You mewl in response as now the intention was purposeful, you rutt onto his hips, an airy giggle leaving your lips "Is that all you've got old man?"

Jigen becomes completely flustered by your actions, the man cant control his emotions anymore, arousal and fustration getting the best of him now as he leans close to your ear the low tone viberates your whole head as he speaks "You sure you want this? Once we start there's nothig thats going to stop me from teaching you a lesson that you'll never forget.. bratty little slut."

The grinding becomes unbearable as you throw your head back a fustrated moan leaving your lips "Please- please stop fucking teasing me- please fuuuuck-" your clit catches on the lining of the jeans that are mostlikely soaked by slick.

Jigen couldnt believe what was happening. You made him lose his composure and dignity, humping on you like a horny dog. His eyes darkened with lust as he humps on you even harder than before, your moans growing lowder echoing in the empty office as your eyes roll to the back of your head from the intense pleasure.

He couldn't handle it anymore, with a low groan he pushed you off on the floor, catching you by surprise. He angrily removes his belt as he then grabs you by your bicep pulling you up before pushing you towards the office table, your cheek mushing onto the surface as Jigen grabs both of your wrists from behind and ties them up with the belt. He leans down, taking your scent in, his hot breath fans out on your ear,

"You little fucking tease.." you shrudder at the words, you cant help but arch your back your ass sticking out even more, begging for some sort of an attention from him, not having enough of what happened before. You turn to face Jigen, a fake pout forming on your lips as your eyes cloud with lust "Come on~ i know you can do more than this"

Jigen then grips the back of your neck and pushed you down even more on the table, he comes behind you, grinding on your core

"You really, really know how to push someone's buttons.." you only smirk as you hump on his hard covered cock, driving the idea fully to the point

Jigen then releases his grip from your neck and wrists and backs away a little, he then undoes the belt around your wrists to tie it around your neck and then undoes his tie to bind your wrists. He leaves out a satisfied grunt only to undo your pants to pull them down, then a sharp smack on your behind directly on your covered pussy

You yelp out, Jigen then grabs the makeshift collar and pulls it, making you choke on it a little. He then falls on his knees and grips your hips, pulling them forward towards his face. He takes a strong inhale, taking in the scent of your arousal and covered pussy, that makes your whole spine shake with a new found feeling.

He gets up, chucking at your shocked face as you look at him from the side, then the shock completely wipes out to pain mixed with arousal as he gives your pussy another smack.

"Say one more thing and i will make you regret it" He then pulls your panties down revealing your soaked cunt and lowly whistling, he then rubs a finger to your cunt, the slick glimmering in the night. Jigen then brings it to his mouth, tasting your excitement and humming lowly with content.

"With how bitter you act, you sure do taste as sweet as honey"

"Then why dont you come and get a better taste?"

You wiggle out your ass, looking at Jigen in the eye before gasping as now another even harsher smack comes down directly on your naked pussy

"What did i say huh?" He pulls on the belt wrapped around your neck, pulling you off of the table making you choke as the belt digs into your neck deliciously

"Do i have to teach you how to behave you little brat?" He then lets go of the belt enough to make you fall on the table again, but doesnt let go fully of the belt his hand resting beside your head

"Maybe i should give you a lesson you will never forget.." he then smacks you another time on the pussy before plunging his middle finger and pointer inside your cunt, exploring the place

The movements leave you gasping for air. His long figers hitting the same spot over and over again. Fillthy sounds of your moaning and slick sounds of your cunt echo through the room as then Jigen pulls the leash again, lifting your face to be on his eye level.

He then circles your clit with his thumb, a smirk forming on his lips as your eyes roll back and your tongue rolls out like a panting dog, from extreme pleasure or suffocation neither of you know.

He then all together lets go of the leash and pulls his fingers out of you, putting both of them in his mouth, a guttural moan leaving his chest as he tastes you.

"Cant fucking get enough of this sweet pussy, though i have no patience to fully devour you tonight, we have a job to do afterall" with that he pulls his dress pants and boxers down, rubbing his tip on your pussy intentionally catching it on your clit making you shrudder.

He then lines his cock to your entrance and slowly sliding in only to slam his hips onto yours making you scream. He grabs on the leash pulling you close to his chest as his other hand circles around your stomach

"Don't you dare to fucking think for a second that im going to be nice about this. With all the stunt you fucking pulled you'll be glad that ill let you finish" his words drill into your head and it only makes you throb a louder moan escaping you as you turn your head to the side to look up at him

"Do your fucking worst, im into it" that makes him snap as he pins you on the table his hips snapping on to your even faster than before, all you can do is scream in full ecstasy from the intense pleasure.

You feel his pace waver, hes coming close but youre even closer as your leg starts to twitch and tears run down your face. Jigen then leans forward a hand goes down between your thighs and he starts to circle your clit, making you throw you head back and moan out his name

"That's it you fucking brat, this is what you wanted isnt it? To fuck you thoroughly so that the only thing you can think of is how my cock drills into your tight pussy? Come on now, cum on my cock you little slut"

And you do, a silent moan as then a groan pulls out of you, making you arch your back and your vision turns white. Jigen isnt far behind, he pulls out and cums all over your back and ass, as he heaves out in exhaustion

As you two catch your breaths Jigen pulls his pants on and removes both his belt and tie, putting them back on where they belonged, he then grabs tissue papers that were on the desk of the office and wipes all his cum off of you and helps you stand up.

He then pulls your panties and jeans up, making you look as presentable as you can be. He stops to look at your neck, a bruise forming because of the belt, he can only chuckle and leans down to kiss it better making butterflies swarm on your belly from the gentle act

"Hello? Hellooooo? Jigen buddy are you there??" Lupins voice suddenly breaks comfortable the silence through the walkie-talkie that Jigen had strappen on his pants, making you realize the situation that you two are in right now.

He scrambles to get the device, almost falling off of his hands multiple times before responding "Lupin! Whats the matter? Did you find what we were looking for" his out of breath response makes you giggle as Jigen gives you a teasing but warning look

"I sure did old friend! Though you've gotta tell me, what were those sounds coming off of your end? If it is what i think it is-" jigen doesnt let him finish as his face turns beet red

"Shut up! Were both coming downstairs now!"

Jigen then turns off the walkie-talkie as he looks at you and starts laughing out loud, making you break into a fit of airy giggles too

"Come on now brat, if hes done with the job that means cops are on their way... Can you walk or do i have to carry ya?" He smirks down at you, his handsome stare makes you fluster as you push him away and look the other way

"Shut the fuck up. Lets get this over with." "Whatever you say, brat."

Oh did you two have alot to answer for.