#short little story since I can't sleep

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[madamechrissy]

Escort! Satoru- part one

Pairings- Escort Satoru Gojo x shy CEO F! reader

Warnings- eventually explicit sex, freaky but fluffy- this part- obsessed ass/whipped ass Gojo, mentions of sex, Satoru jerking off, whimpering (bc ofc) he becomes a little Yan tbh, Satoru half ass pleasing a client but he can't get you off his mind hehe, pretty woman vibes 🤭

This will be a fun set of drabbles in this style! I hope you all enjoy them lmk if you wanna get tagged in the next parts <3

Part two>>>

Escort! Satoru who doesn't just sleep with any client, no he's picky certainly, he gets to be at this caliber, of the most notorious escort there is. Some women he'll help get off with his fingers, some he'll only let suck his cock deep in their throat, some very lucky ones he'll actually fuck, bent over crying out his name. No matter what however, they were always pleased, he has the best rating there even is on his site.

Escort! Satoru only takes jobs and clients that he feels like, he's the most popular person on this app, highly requested, he can browse who he's meeting before hand. And if he absolutely can't stand them, perhaps that - gasp - hate Digimon!? - he keeps it to just the date, a polite fake smile on his perfect features, baby blues hidden behind his dark round shades.

Escort! Satoru gets a notification, lounging around in his penthouse, yes Gojo is rich from this career, but he enjoys the thrill of this even more, and he enjoys putting a smile on a pretty girls face, giving them pleasure when they may have never had any. His dick is just too pretty not to share with the world, truly. - That may seem conceited but it's really just factual! - He peers at the notification then, blinking quickly as the picture, so gorgeous he's damn near blushing just from seeing your face, your bare shoulders in a slinky dress, fuck since when does he get half hard looking at collarbones!?

Escort! Satoru is already throbbing and hard the longer he stares at your picture, your shy and sweet little message on there with it - 'I have never done anything like this... but with work, I have no time for anything, and... I really need a handsome date to this charity ball. Could you please come with, I will gladly pay you extra to spend some time before so we can have our story together' Satoru blinks a bit, full lips pursing, beginning to type back. 'You buying lunch?' He smirks as you laugh react to his comment. 'I'm buying lunch'

Escort! Satoru doesn't date in real life, he's merely arm candy for many women, but when he sits across from you at the outdoor diner, and you smile shyly, his heart fucking stops. He's been with so many beautiful people, but nothing has made him feel whatever this is. 'Hey there!' you introduce yourself, and he can't stop staring at your lips as they move, you have a pretty red color adorning them, he tries to focus but his brain is short circuiting. 'Satoru...' he says, taking your much smaller hand in his own, staring at you behind Gucci shades. He never lets dates call him that, he prefers Gojo of course, but when you repeat 'Satoru' in that sexy voice, he's ended.

Escort! Satoru forgets what time even is, while you pour over some details of your life with him, he's never been more interested actually in how you played the flute. Tell him it all. That you like Pokemon- Digimon is better but- close enough, tell him about your collection. He can't get enough, you all spend so much time talking the sun is starting to set. 'Oh no, we should go! I'm keeping you-' Satoru lowers those shades, his bright blue eyes drinking you in, making you falter as they trail across your body ever so slowly, making you heat up, remembering his profession. 'you're not keeping me, but one question, sweets' he leans forward, so close now, brushing back a lock of your hair. 'why would you go to an escort agency, is it just for the date? or more?'

Escort! Satoru loves watching the blush dance on your skin, the glittering of your eyes when he pulls back, thumb brushing your heated cheek just so, feeling it's warmth. 'It's just for the date, I read your reviews, they're insane...' he grins now, brushing back silvery locks. 'read which reviews?' you heat up further, fiddling with your fingers just a bit. 'If it went that way, it'd be the first time in years for me' Satoru blinks in shock. 'how?' You sigh, sipping the rest of your drink down through your straw. 'work plus being a homebody nerd, well... I never meet people or have time' ah, Satoru could make you cum so hard you wouldn't be able to form words, but he takes a sip of his own drink, saying casually- 'and you never... want to?'

Escort! Satoru thinks you're so cute when your teeth catch your lower lip, and your lashes flutter. 'of course but that's not why I hired you, I really do need a perfect date, though... your looks may have swayed me' he chuckles a bit now. 'So shallow!' you scoff, as the two of you get ready to leave. 'Do you have a suit or do you need me to buy one?' Gojo smirks at you. 'I have so many suits, and tuxedos, don't worry' 'ah you come prepared I see' he hums just a bit, walking you to your car, far too close when he leans over you just a bit, inhaling the sweet scent of you. 'I'm prepared for whatever you need, sweets, anything at all' at his connotation he watches you get more flustered, giggling a bit, feeling so stupid next to a guy like this, but he just finds you the cutest thing he's ever seen.

Escort! Satoru can't take how much you're sinking into his mind the passing days, the charity ball is in a week, but the two of you constantly text for 'practice' but he becomes more and more enamored, you're smart, sweet, and oh so fucking pretty. When you send him a selfie before he goes on a date with a client, he can hardly take it, you're in your business suit, nothing sexy- but it drives him to distraction, your pretty lips he can picture around him. Satoru can hardly focus when he's supposed to be pleasing this girl, his fingers usually so sure aren't hitting her spots, because now he can only think of you.

Escort! Satoru cannot have a bad review, oh no, he decides to excuse himself from the pretty girl on her bed, going to the bathroom to stare at this picture of you. beautiful, can I see more? when you read that you nervously shut the door to your sky rise office, unbuttoning just a bit of your blouse, tummy clenching when he hearts the message, you know you shouldn't get so excited, you're paying him after all. He's likely with a woman constantly, you see the sheer amount of reviews, but you can't help yourself, you find him entirely too charming, it's easy to forget this is just for business. For every salacious review, there were others- sweet, funny, made me feel pretty- and that's what really drew you in.

Escort! Satoru after he recieves that sexy little picture, instead of going into the room with the eager girl waiting, is instead stroking his long, pretty cock, head falling back against the door, while you nervously button your blouse back up, imagination going insane. You weren't against sleeping with someone casually, but for money would it mean... he didn't want to? The thought eats at you while Satoru's dripping precum over his phone, right on that picture, whispering your name ever so softly, forgetting where he was and shit, who he was, he can practically see those nipples under your blouse, dying to know what they taste like.

Escort! Satoru may have had sex before with the client surely, he loves a beautiful woman, before he met you. But now you're constantly on his mind. Even with his cock so hard and ready, when he's back to kissing on her and playing with her, he can't do more, frustrating him to no end. He has her squirting down his hand with the way his practiced fingers know how to hit every woman's spot, she's dripping down to his wrists, even. When he finishes, she looks up at him, all fucked out, trying to kiss him, but that's Satoru's biggest rule, never, ever kiss on the lips. He turns his head. 'sorry sweetheart I don't do that'

Escort! Satoru takes his extra money, he made bank tonight, but the entire time he had his fingers curling inside a slick, eager hole, he was picturing them deep inside you, watching as you cum for him. You'd probably sound and look so pretty, wouldn't you? As you're shooting him a good night text- who even has ever sent him one? - you're back on his mind, still aching from earlier. Turning down blowjobs is not something Escort Satoru does, but he did, and now he's throbbing when he rubs himself over his boxers, whimpering just a bit, pulling the picture back out and working his hand up and down his shaft, as it's aching to fill you

Escort! Satoru has a notification from one of his regulars pop up on the phone, right above that picture he can't stop staring at, while his cock is sticky from his spit and precum, loud in his opulent bedroom, the sound of it lewd along with his heavy, husky breaths. He's picturing just what you'd look like on your knees, with those innocent eyes, maybe he'd tear that business suit off your body, and paint every pretty inch of it with his ropes of cum, until you were just covered in white. The thought alone makes him decline the request, shutting his eyes and picturing just that as his spurts of white cum pour down his hand.

Escort! Satoru whimpers when he touches his sensitive tip, murmuring your name, trying to come down. He finds himself cleaning himself up and staring at the mirror, wondering just what the fuck you've done to him already. Surely it's... something new or different, it can't be more right? He hovers over choosing the date, or messaging you good night, and finds himself texting you with a dumb little 🥺, smiling like a lovesick fool when you send this to him-'can't wait for our 'date' it'll be fun! 😍- and Satoru's getting hard again from a fucking emoji.

this is just gonna be FUN and cute- maybe four parts or so in this style, and they'll be pretty quick coming out. Drop a comment if you want a tag on our lil Escort babyy

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[chaoticwriting]

YOU ARE MARRIED??!!

-Wayne Manor, Gotham-

Cass is not having a good time. From the Arkham breakout last week all the way to losing a bet with his siblings on who is going to attend the gala with Bruce. And now this annoying lady kept asking her about her preference in men or something. And Bruce can't help her since he is being occupied by those rich assholes about investment or stuff.

Vicky: So, Miss Wayne. Is it true that you have a secret boyfriend?

Cass: No.

Vicky: Then how about that pict-

Cass: I'm already married.

Vicky blue screened as Cass finished her sentence. Cass takes the chance and slips away from her before she starts barraging her with questions. Revealing that she is married may not be the smartest thing she has done but she is very annoyed at people who keep asking her about her secret significant other. If they want to ask, at least use the proper term.

Just as Cass reaches the hallway, she is scooped up by two strong arms and is carried away to the Batcave. Cass looks to her side to see Dick and Jason both holding one of her arms each and looking very pissed. Well, Dick looks very pissed. Jason looks like he is having fun. Cass doesn't struggle and just lets her brothers carry her to the Batcave to have the talk.

They put Cass on the couch and proceed to guard the exit of the cave on the off chance that she decides to escape. Not that she would because she and her husband have been thinking of breaking the news to their respective family for awhile now.

She waited for a few hours while playing on her phone. Her main phone. Not the one she used to contact her husband since this family has a lot of competent hackers. She knows that being married is like a big deal. But she doesn't expect it to be such a big deal.

When she says everyone is here, she means everyone. From all his close family all the way to Selina (Bruce's fiancee), Roy (Jason's boyfriend), Kori (Dick's wife), Kon (Tim's boyfriend), Jon (Damian's bff) and even Harley and Ivy is here. She is also pretty sure that Clark is listening from somewhere but it's not like she is trying to keep it a secret anymore, so the more people there are the less she needs to explain.

Harper: So what are we here again? I would rather be home to polish my new gun than in this cave.

Dick: Since everyone is here, I would like to apologize for calling all of you in such short notice.

A murmur ranging from 'it's fine' all the way to 'I want to sleep' sounded in the room.

Dick: Anyway, let's get to the main topic shall we. For starters, I would like to say that none of us wishes to control who you dated nor who you choose to be your partner.

Some more murmurs sounded in the room.

Dick: HOWEVER! We would really appreciate it if you wish to marry someone, at least notify one of us since being married is a big deal.

More murmurs sounded as all of them have a rough idea on what the topic going to be.

Dick: So, the person in question, would you like to explain yourself?

A spotlight lights up on top of Cass, directing all the people's attention to her. She doesn't even know there is a spotlight installed in the cave.Cass stands up and looks at the crowd. She replies, "No."

Everyone is stunned by her reply. They expect many types of replies but no is certainly not one of them.

Tim: Fuck you mean no?

Alfred: I would prefer this conversation to remain civil and proper please master Timothy. I would also like to express my extreme displeasure at the fact that I am not notified by your marriage Mistress Cassandra.

Cass goes still at Alfred's sentence. Okay, shit is really serious. As much as she loves messing with them, she would rather not have her food burnt on the inside. (No one knows how Alfred manages to do that.)

Cass: Ehem, I'm just messing with you. It is a long story but to make it short, my husband and I met when we were in Hong Kong. We met after he got roped in one of the gangs that I was busting. After we met and a little misunderstanding, he helped me to dismantle the underground drug labs across Hong Kong.

Tim: So he is also a vigilante?

Cass: Ex-vigilante. He has a daughter now so he is taking care of her.

Dick: You get pregnant?!! How? When?

Cass: I did not get pregnant. But she is technically my daughter.

Jason: Like how Lian is with me?

Cass: No. Biological daughter.

Kon: Umm, guys. I think Bruce needs to rest a little. His heart has been beating a little too fast for even him.

Dick and and Tim are closest to Bruce realizing that Bruce's face has been impossibly pale for quite a while now. They take him to an empty couch and let him lay there and rest for a while. Everyone's reactions range from amused to straight up concerned that Bruce's career as Batman might get cut short today.

It takes a while but as soon as Bruce is fine, they continue another round of questions and answers.

Bruce: How long have you been married?

Cass: Next week is our 3rd anniversary.

Duke: Wait. Didn't you plan to go to Hong Kong for some time next week? You even ask me to cover your patrol because you say you need to go somewhere.

Cass: I don't lie. I missed last year's anniversary since there was an Arkham breakout at the time.

Duke: Dude, still not cool. You are going on a date with your husband while I need to spend hours running on top of buildings around Gotham. So not fair.

Jason: Was the present you asked me to send last year also was for your husband?

Cass: Yes.

Jason: I've been your middle man all this time and I don't even know.

Barbara: I found it! This is the registration for marriage between Cassie Cain and Daniel Fenton. You used a fake name?

Cass: Yes. You will know otherwise.

Bruce: Why do you hide it?

Cass: I'm not sure all of you are gonna like him and vice versa.

Dick: Is he a bad person? I will kill him if he treats you badly.

Cass: No. He doesn't trust all of you at first.

Steph: And why is that?

Cass: He thinks the Justice League is working with the government. So by extension, all of you are associates of government to him.

Steph: Why is he running away from the government? Is he a criminal?

Barbara: No. He doesn't have any criminal records in his name. Except for the fact that he is practically nonexistent before he is 18, there is nothing wrong with him.

Tim: Is it a forged identity then?

Cass: No. The government wiped away his records.

Dick: What? Why?

Cass: I don't know.

Damian: I expect you to at least do a background check on someone before marrying them, Cain.

Dick: Did you get married with someone you barely know? Do you understand how dangerous that is? What if he just dipped you after you got married?

Cass: *Rolls her eyes* He isn't a bad person. I make sure of that at least. I know he is some sort of meta tho-

A green portal suddenly appears out of thin air making everyone be on guard except Cass. She expects Danny to come out of the portal to greet her but what comes out baffled her.

A young girl that looks a little like Cass riding on a big wolf comes out of the portal swiftly towards Cass. Everyone is just about to shoot their weapons when the girl's word shock them.

???:Mama!

Everyone: Mama?!!

Part 2

[thewritergx]

Gentle Torture: Dbf!JoelxF!Reader Part 2

Part 1, Part 2

Summary: Joel Miller has been losing his mind since your father's party. When he's forced to check on you, he can't hold back anymore. Pre-Outbreak.

Warnings: Smut: Age Gap (Joel in his late 30s, reader starts out at 18), Dbf!Joel, Kissing, Oral (F!Receiving), Fingering, unprotected PinV, slightly rough, some overstimulation, choking. Pet Names: Sweetheart, baby girl, good girl, little girl.

Word Count: 3.5K

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

I have been obsessed with the dbf trope lately. This story is very much inspired by @pearlessance. Please go check her out.

Please feel free to like and repost. Click here if you’d like more stories from me. Text divider from @cafekitsune.

Days passed and you have not seen or heard from Joel once. You try to go on with your everyday tasks, but the memory of the shared kiss and Joel’s warm body pressed against you replays again and again in your head. You find yourself constantly looking for him, waiting to hear his echoed laughter as he makes dumb jokes with your father. You cannot help but overthink. Were you a bad kisser? Did you do something wrong? Did he hate you? 

You tried to bury yourself in work. You scheduled as many hair and nail appointments as you could in the small town, even giving clients discounts. You knew Joel was avoiding you, all the same. That much was crystal clear. 

Joel was a complete mess. Shame and anger guilted him. How could he have been so stupid? He was so possessive and desperate over you. Over his best friend’s daughter. It was pathetic. He could not get your little moans out of his head. Could not stop replaying the way you shivered at his light touches. Could not stop imagining what your little cunt would feel like wrapped around him as he plows into you. He could not sleep, could not eat. Jerking off was not even working anymore.

Joel hated that he had been ignoring you. He hated that he had to lie to your dad, telling him he was sick with the flu. He knew it was for the best, and again he started to question if there was any good in him at all. You were so young, so innocent. He knew it was wrong, so wrong. But you wanted him. Needed him, just as much as he needed you. Joel wished you hated him. Wish you had screamed at him and told him to get the fuck off you. Wish you did not let him cause those beautiful moans to leak out of you. He did not deserve it. Did not deserve you. 

The days were dragging on and Joel missed you. Even missed hanging out with your dad. He was scared. He did not know if you ever wanted to see him again. Maybe it was just a one-time thing for you, something that just happened in the moment. 

In the last few days, he left for work late, waiting until he heard your car pull out of the driveway next door before he even got out of bed. He came home late, an entire hour after he knew you would get home, just so he did not have to pass you outside as you walked into your house. 

You were fucking his entire life up. 

Joel sat idly at his kitchen table, nursing a cup of hot coffee and watching the news on TV. The sound of his cell phone ringing shakes him from the TV. He picks it up, annoyed to see a text from your dad. 

‘Hey Joel, know you're not feeling too hot. I’ll be out of town this week on a work trip. I was wondering if you’d check on y/n while I’m gone?’

Joel's face darkens. Damn it. It's not like he has an excuse to say no. 

‘Yeah, no problem. I’ll stop by when I get off later’ Joel responded, slamming his phone down on the table. Fucking great. 

The day passes and you get home, excited for some alone time. You slip into a thin pair of shorts and a crop top, ditching your shoes in the doorway of your room. Your mind cannot help but wander to Joel. What was he doing? Where was he? You turn on the TV in the living room, curling up in a blanket, hoping it will distract you from him.

Joel drags his feet the entire day. He tries to stay at work as late as possible, but he knows it’s just slowing the inevitable. When he pulls up to his driveway, he can’t help but picture you inside your house, all alone. He knows he shouldn’t but his legs beckon him to your front door. He could just text you, and ask if you need anything. But instead, he was standing outside, hating himself. 

A knock at the door startles you and you sit up straighter. You stand slowly pausing the movie as you step towards the door. You open it in shock, a tired Joel Miller in the doorway. He’s wearing jeans, boots, and a dusty work shirt. His forehead is slightly beaded with sweat from the hot Texas sun and fuck his skin is so golden. It is clear to you he has been working all day, dark circles under his eyes. 

“Hey, my dad’s not here”, you mumble, hardly peeking out from behind the door. 

“I know. He told me to check you,” Joel spoke calmly even though his skin was crawling to slam the door open, come inside, and have his way with you. 

“I’m fine,” you responded with a roll of your eyes and a hint of fire in your tone. 

Joel stands there, hands buried deep in his pockets, eyes locking onto yours. His gaze darkens at your tone, fist tightening into balls. “Text if you need anything. You know where I'll be.” His voice comes out with a low, gruff frustration. 

“I’m not a child and I don’t need anything,” you scowl, closing the door harshly behind you before stumbling back towards the couch. Who did he think he was? He could be all sweet one second, kiss you like he was possessed, and then not talk to you for days? You were over it. Completely fucking over it. 

Joel stands at the door for a moment, jaw clenched in anger, annoyance, and desire. Even when you were pissed at him, you were so fucking beautiful. So perfect. He thinks about knocking again but forces himself to turn around and walk home. 

Joel lays in bed later that night, staring up at the ceiling in defeat. He cannot get you out of his mind. The way you looked at him so hurt earlier fucking killed him. 

His mind thinks back to that night, your tiny frame and silky smooth skin. The way you came on his fingers, god the way you moaned his fucking name. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight and before he processed what he was doing, he was getting dressed and walking back to your house. 

The moon cast a silver glow over the street, each stride Joel took leaving his heart racing. He swore he could feel his blood pumping and his ears rang. He stood on the porch praying you were still awake. He had no idea what time it was, didn't even bother to check his phone when he left. His chest grew tight and he gently knocked on the door.

Of course, you were still up, tossing and turning with annoyance in your bed. Joel didn’t know it but you were just as exhausted as he was. Your heart pounded in your chest as a quiet knock stirred you out of your daydreams. You quickly walk to the front door, flipping on the living room light. You looked through the peephole, surprised to see Joel, his head down. You open the door, slightly smiling.

Joel looks up, surprised to see you standing in a pair of black panties and a loose-fitted t-shirt. The sight of you like this drove him crazy, his mind going blank for a moment. 

He’s so lost in you, he doesn't even realize that he's walked inside the house. His eyes roam over your body and he tries to think of any words to say. 

“Joel…” you whisper, your voice soft and breathy. His name was a plea, a trembling surrender to him. 

It causes Joel to snap back to reality. He takes a deep breath, his eyes wandering down to your exposed legs. It takes every ounce of restraint to not pull you into his arms and take you right here on the front door. 

“Sorry, I-I came over here like this…Can’t sleep. I, fuck. I had to come see you,” Joel stands awkwardly, running a hand through his hair, his voice shy and sheepish. You had never heard him sound nervous before. Despite the obvious need he felt to touch you, he stayed locked in place, a few steps away from you. 

“Me either” you muttered, nervously playing with your fingers. 

Joel lets out a quiet sigh, his eyes scanning the room like he had never been here before. He’s completely unsure of what to say or do, his mind too drunk on how sexy you look in front of him. 

The two of you stand in silence, both too nervous to move. 

“Where have you been?” You ask, the environment of the room drying out your throat. 

Joel shifts uncomfortably at your question, his gaze wandering to your eyes before landing on the floor below you. “Been busy,” is all he can force himself to respond with. 

“Right, busy” you roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. 

Joel knows you don't buy it. It was obvious to the both of you that he was ignoring you. What the fuck was he supposed to say? He feels so fucking guilty. Guilty for ignoring you. Guilty for leaving you in the kitchen like that. Guilty for not being able to fuck you properly that night. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry sweetheart. I shouldn’t have ignored you like that. I just…You don’t know what it’s like, even standing and talking to you, I can't stop thinking about taking you in that room and fucking you until you beg me to stop.” 

Your skin grows hot at his words and you take a step closer to him. Joel's heart races, your body close enough that he can feel your warmth. He’s trying his best to keep composure but it’s getting harder and harder with each passing second. 

“What are you doing?” Joel asks, his voice low and stuck in his throat. An involuntary shiver escapes him.

“Just need to be close to you, need to feel you,” The sound of the subtle plea in your words nearly breaks Joel. A low growl escapes him and in a second he closes the gap between you. His eyes are locked on yours. 

Joel's hand cups your face gently, his tough hands so tender on your soft skin. “You have no idea how much I want you”. His toned body towers over you, a shiver rushing down your spine as he leans his head down, lips hovering an inch above yours. 

He groans, finally meeting your lips, and all his resolve breaks. His tongue seeks out yours, nipping at your bottom lip. He explores your mouth, mapping out every inch, filled with a hunger Joel can't seem to control. His hands grip your hips, pulling you flush against him and his muscles quiver in an effort of restraint. He wants to take you right here, bend you over and fuck you from the back. But he knows he has to be gentle, has to give you as much pleasure as possible. 

Joel’s arms wrap around you, lifting you off the ground with ease. He holds you tightly, placing your legs around his waist. His hands make a home on your ass and he carries you to your room, his steps slow and calculated in the dimly lit house. 

He uses a hand to open the door and gently lays you on the bed. Your brain is all fucked out already. His eyes roam over your form, studying every inch of you like you might disappear. 

Joel gently hovers over you, supporting his weight on his forearms as you resume kissing him. His lips explore your neck, making his mark on you with soft bites and sucks. You melt beneath him, moaning soft cries. 

You lift your hips up, the thin material of your panties allowing you to feel the hard bulge in Joel’s sweatpants. He lets out a groan, allowing you to groan against him. He never wanted it to stop. Joel’s hands roamed down your body, leaving a line of fire in the wake of his fingers and he traveled from your neck to chest, to your waist. 

“Such a good girl,” Joel praised, lifting himself onto his knees. He gently pulls at the soft fabric of your shirt. “May I?” Joel asks softly, meeting your eyes. 

You nod your head, arching your back off the bed. Joel is practically crying when he lifts the t-shirt over your head, your perfect tits on display. Your nipples were the perfect shade of pink, erect in the cool air. 

Joel swallowed hard, undoing the buttons of his flannel and throwing it off his shoulders. You had never really gotten a chance to see him without a shirt on. God, he was toned, his strong arms flexing with every movement. 

Joel wrapped his lips around a perfect perky nipple, a sweet hint of vanilla to your skin. Little ‘ohs’ escaped you, your hand traveling down to Joel’s toned back. He licked at the soft bud, massaging the other gently. He didn't realize just how big your tits were til he was face deep inside them, leaving soft hot kisses on the fat. 

He pitched your nipple, twisting it softly between two fingers. You relaxed into his touch, gently caressing his back and moaning his name over and over. Joel would never get tired of the way each letter spilled out of your mouth. 

Joel released your swollen nipple with a pop, quickly swallowing the other. Your hips grinded against him more and you could only take so much teasing.

“Need more”, you pleaded, back arching and hips writhing.

Joel was quick to give you what you wanted, bringing a hand down to rub you through the thin fabric of your panties, dampness creating a dark circle at your entrance. Your eyes slowly move down, watching Joel’s hand gently massage the swollen outside of your pussy. 

You whine at the view, Joel's large hand gently playing with your lips. He used a finger to hook the material, pulling your panties down in a swift motion. He tosses them somewhere, dragging his body until his knees are planted on the ground. He grabs your thighs, pulling you until your ass is just hanging off the bed. 

“Bet you taste so fucking good. Gonna let me eat that pretty little pussy?” 

“Please,” you whined, needing his touch more than air. 

Joel placed soft, wet kisses on your thighs, wrapping his forearms around the back of your thighs, holding your legs apart. You stayed still, waiting as he blew cold air on your clit, gently separating your slippery lips when his fingers. His breath was a new sensation, your body craving more. His soft lips hovered above your pussy, licking a long thick stripe from your entrance to your clit. Joel's tongue was soft and warm against your sensitive skin, licking small cat licks between your slit.

Joel brushed his tongue in a circle around your clit, your hand gently grabbing at his hair and the other pulling at the blanket below you. He flicked his tongue up and down, left and right, faster than you could have anticipated. Loud slurping sounds filled the room and you wondered how Joel was even breathing.

His nose brushes against your clit, lapping his tongue at the entrance of your cunt without warning. He pushed it in and out, tasting every drop of arousal your pussy could provide him. 

“Better than I ever fucking imagined,” he vibrated against your core, sending a shock wave through you. He hummed, tracing your clit again.

Joel licked the sides of your entrance, gently sliding the tip of his middle finger inside you. You let out a gasp, moaning his name and tightening the grip on his hair. Joel quickly found the best pace, paying great detail to the way your mouth hung open and eyebrows furrowed. Your legs clenched around him in desperation as Joel sunk his finger further inside. 

“So beautiful,” he mumbled to himself. Joel couldn't believe he was knuckle deep in his best friend's daughter, a girl half his age…again. Fuck, you weren't even 20 yet. 

Joel brushed the thought away, pumping his finger in and out, swirling and curling them to open you up as much as he could. He searched for your sweet spot, hitting it over and over as he lapped his tongue in your slit.

You bucked your hips, so close to release. Joel knew it. He pumped his finger faster, sucked your clit more, and spit roughly on your pussy, his saliva running down the back of your ass cheek.  

Your orgasm shot through you, wave after wave hitting you like lightning. Joel’s grip on you tightened, unwilling to let you slip out of his hands until he was sure you had ridden your orgasm all the way through. By the time he came up for air, his hair was a mess and his chest was rising and falling, leaving him all out of breath. 

“That’s my good girl,” He groaned, hovering above you and kissing you deeply. 

God, he was obsessed with how responsive you were. 

Joel stood at the edge of the bed, carefully removing his shoes and pulling down the sweatpants that hung loosely from his waist. You watched as he undressed, the bulge in his boxers undeniable. Joel Miller could not believe all the choices he made in life had led him…here. Standing above you, your legs sprawled out, pussy wet and glistening for him.

You swallow your nervousness, eyes locked on his member as he kicks off his boxers. His cock sprung free, precum gathering at the top. He was bigger than you imagined, not huge but definitely more than the average. Joel's cock stopped just below his belly button, the tip a shade lighter than the rest. He looked delicious, his balls a perfect size to slap your clit.

Joel smirked as he met your eyes like he was reading your thoughts. 

“You done this before?” Joel asked simply.

You nodded your head. “Just a couple, with my ex-boyfriend”.

Joel hummed, a slight smirk painted on his lips. “That’s good”. Joel felt himself ease a bit, no longer nervous he was the first man to be inside you. It made him feel less creepy, less like a piece of shit. 

“It’s been, kinda a while and he wasn’t… as big as you.” You whispered, your voice coxed with fear and trembling.

“That’s okay, sweet girl. I’m gonna be so gentle with ya.” Joel responded tenderly, placing a light kiss on your neck.

Your stomach fluttered in anticipation. He was so…new to you. 

Joel stepped closer, hovering about you and bringing your legs up, bending them at the knees so your ankles hung next to his shoulders. He placed a soft kiss on your ankle, caressing his hand up and down your shin. 

Joel lined his thick cock with your entrance, the tip teasing you. “You think you're ready for me, baby?” Joel asked, softly cupping your cheek. 

You nodded in agreement, softly closing your eyes.

“Need to hear you say it, baby” Joel spoke, a serious tone hidden behind the layer of desire.

“I’m ready Joel. Please…put it in.” 

Joel hummed in response, biting the inside of his cheek. He gently grabbed the base of his cock, pushing the tip just inside your tight hole. He was seeing stars already. God, how could you feel this good?

You inhale sharply, throwing your arms around his broad shoulders, and dragging your nails down with more force than you intended. You hoped it didn't hurt, but the thought of leaving a mark on him drove you crazy.

“Relax, baby. I got you. I got you.” Joel groaned into your neck, pushing himself further inside you. He placed a kiss on your lips, swallowing your cries of pleasure. Joel stayed in place as long as he could, his body screaming to push its way inside, fuck you until you were a mess of tears.

You have never been stretched out this much. Joel’s hard cock hit the back of you with a rough pressure, causing a yelp to escape you and your hands to reach out towards his stomach, pushing him out some. Joel tried to stay gentle but he knew you could take him. He grabbed your wrist, pushing it away from him and sinking back inside. 

“Too big,” you cried, a single tear forming in your eyes as Joel pulled out of you, the tip crashing back down and hitting your soft walls. You were so fucking tight around him, you were practically sucking him in. 

“You got it, baby girl. You can take it.” Joel growled, slamming gently into you with clenched teeth. “Take my cock, baby.” 

The bed creaked below you, the frame hitting the wall with an audible thud. Joel pushed your thighs down, ankles bouncing with each thrust. He was completely fucked. He would crave you every night now. God, why was he doing this?

Your vision blurred, a jolt of electricity pooled in your stomach, a fire igniting so hot in you. “Fuck yes!” you screamed, creamy white arousal gathering at the bottom of Joel's cock. The sight sent him into hyperdrive, thrusting into you like his life depended on it. Joel paid your orgasm no mind, continuing his thrust as you whined and wiggle under him, completely overstimulated by his touch, the way his cock was hitting you at that perfect angle. You were sure you’d never have sex like this with anyone other than him again. 

“Fucking good slut, taking me so well,” Joel growled, his thrust too hard for you to handle. “Told you, you could” Joel laughed, wrapping a hand around your throat and giving it a light squeeze. You gasped, swallowing as air slowly escaped you. He knew he shouldn't be here and this was why. He was trying so hard to be gentle, but he still couldn't stop himself from making a complete mess of you. Before you knew it, you were screaming out his name again, tightening your walls around him and cumming harder than ever before. “Ah!”, you whined, feeling Joel crash into your cervix hard. 

Your high-pitched moans reduced to soft cries, hips bucking, pleading for a break. You tried to wiggle out of his grip, tried to push him off a bit, but Joel was unmoveable. He grabbed your wrist, pushing them above your head and holding your hands in his. His finger intertwined with yours, engulfing you in his grasp. You clenched your walls around Joel, body almost rejecting his thick cock.

“Love this cunt, baby. Fucking love ya” Joel growled into your neck, his thrust becoming messy and uneven. “Fuck, gonna fucking cum baby. Where you want it?” Joel asked, sweat pulling at his forehead. He had hoped to last long, craved to have you cumming over and over again around him. But you were so warm, so fucking tight around him. He would have believed you if you told him you were a virgin.

“Oh fuck,” you cried Joel’s dick hitting you with so much force you thought you might be bruised. 

Joel groaned, pulling his cock out and quickly cumming on your stomach before you got a chance to process what was happening. 

“Goddamn, you were made for me,” Joel whispered, crashing on the bed next to you and pulling your shaky body on top of him. "My sweet little girl."

You stay like this for a while, Joel gently caressing your hair as your eyes get heavier and heavier. Finally, you both could rest. 

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LUFFY'S HEADCANONS (SFW & NSFW )

: I write these because I can't stand my feelings whenever I see his bright smile in every episode so I gotta express my own thoughts. Honestly I wish I have a boyfriend like him in my life pfft- Like whoever gonna dislike a honest boy like him, right? Oh I love Luffy so much ><

Caution: Minors DO NOT INTERACT. English is not my first language but I hope you guys like this. Oh and it's pretty long, I didn't count at all.

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SFW - Oh sure our boy is sweet and lovely.

Luffy, who always greet you with a smile whenever he sees you around and uses his ability of Gomu Gomu to wrap his arms around you tightly.

His love language is skinship. He loves touching you, holding hand while walking together, leaning his chin over your shoulder when you are chatting with Nami and wait until you notice, turn your head then he gonna smile at you so purely.

Ever since he was a kid, he didn't like to take nap so much unless he was extremely tired and need a short nap time to refill his energy but after you two were together, Luffy usually naps with you, Nami and Ussop often saw two of you resting on each other's head while sleeping on the deck. "They look so cute", said Nami.

After Carrot "garchu" Luffy few times before and he remembered that, he's trying that on you, too. Hands around your waist and "garchu" you, nuzzling his cheek against yours playfully while smiling so hard.

Shares his foods with you, whatever he has in front of the table - meat, drinks, sweets,... He's gonna let you take bites and looking at you with a happy face. He loves foods, but he loves you more and happy to make his lovely girlfriend full with foods - that's how he shows his love towards you.

Luffy can eats anything and drinks anything, he wasn't a picky one, but, he loves your hot chocolate you made him. When the weather seems colder than usual, you will take a hint of that and go to the kitchen, making hot chocolates for the crew and Luffy always have the largest cup with lots of marshmallows on top. That's how you show your love in return.

Telling you all of his thoughts, his story, his worries, he trusted so so much because you love him so much. He lets you know the other side of his, his thoughts were his emotions and intelligence.

"I like you (y/n)", "I love you (y/n)", "You're adorable, (y/n)", "This looks so much like you, (y/n)!", and plenty more of love-words he told you. He loves calling you by your real name, "baby", "babe" are also okay but he prefers calling each other by real name better. Not the romance one knows how to talk as if he was writing a poetry but straightforward, short and always success to make your cheeks turn red.

Eyes don't lie. He is like a walking-radar, must say since he can sense your presence real quick and tells the crew that "(Y/n) is here" before you appear.

Loves resting on your thighs, feeling your fingertips brushing his hair down his features.

Luffy loves hearing your heartbeat, your warmth, the softness of your chest against his head, so soft, so tender, so warm, so rapidly same as his heartbeat when he's around you.

He will marry you, wife you up, shower you with his love and affections. He will be the best husband in the world, the best dad ever to you two kids. Your kids gonna be so same as him, big monkey dad with his little monkeys.

"Glad I have you, (y/n)", he mumbled as kissing your lips under the moon in a sleepless night.

NSFW - The more he loves you, the harder he fucks you.

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He loves you, he fucks you, he loves you so damn much that those silly and normal skinship aren't enough anymore. He needs to fuck you deep and raw, makes you cum so good, cum several times on his cock. And that's the first thought made his priority SNAPPED.

You always on his mind, no matter what. How many times you appear in his head? Uncountable. Luffy thinking about you day and night, he even uses his imagine and he knows he fucked when you started appeared in his wet dream, lewdest dream he ever had after that long time hitting his own puberty. And he so honest about that, he shared with you without any embarrassment because he trusted you no matter what. And you? Not even mad at your boyfriend, instead you explored the fact that Luffy also have lust and needs.

Inexperienced, indeed, he is still a virgin, he never felt a touch of woman before since he's not interested in those stuffs. Yet, after being in relationship with you, he found himself thinking about sex nonstop.

Masturbate after fight, he has to relieve the stress out.

Luffy eats, sleeps like a baby, which is healthy one so his cum taste good, not bitter, not sour, taste like nothing but the white egg-yolk. However, not masturbate often so his cum really thick. You loves swallowing his cum and he enjoys it, too.

He is a virgin but when its come to a real fuck, he wasn't. He ain't playing like a shy boy who doesn't know what to do, he sees your body as a new island for him to explore inch by inch, every dips and curves on your body, he has to touch them all - the curve of your shoulders, your breasts, your ribcage, your waist, your hips, the swell of your asscheeks and your backside got him swallowed in excitement. You're beautiful, what that's people say? Breathtaking, yeah that's one.

How he touch you for the first time? Luffy's taking his time groping your beasts, rolling your hardened nipples between his slight calloused fingers to see your reaction before move to next place on your body. He didn't think much during it, he lets his primal desire takes the lead of his whole muscles. A soft moan escaped your lips as his warm palm brushing your breasts just bringing his desire closer, getting hard under his jeans for sure. After kissing your waist, he slowly pried your legs open, revealed yourself fully to him.

If Luffy must describe what he was saw, then there is it: your arousal a smearing both your inner thighs; really messy, soft, plumb thighs made him wants to take a bite as if there were two delicious cakes in front of him. Then your private part, puffy wet folds drenched with clear discharge, your small aching clit and your cunthole timidly hiding under the wet folds - leaking. Using his thumb to open yourself to him, a slight pink and red shade of your vagina throbbing, clenching around nothing under his gazed. He was staring so long, studied your body and your most sensitive part, carved them deep into his brain that makes you blush so damn much before takes off his shirt. "L-luffy... It's so embarrassing if you keep staring like that...", you watching him between your spread-opened thighs with deep shade of red but won't close your legs because you know he won't let you do that. "It's pretty, (y/n). This little hole of yours keeps throbbing ya know that?", Luffy rubbing his palm against your soft mound, eyes drooping and his voice harsher than previous moment.

Luffy fucks you raw, always. He likes it rough and balls deep, he hates the silence especially during sex. He wants to hear the lewd sounds of wet skin slapping against skin, the bed squeaking under you both and your moans. Moans for him, more and more, don't be shy, he loves your shaky voice calling out his name. Luffy loves the sounds of your pussy squelching while taking his cock and he probably says it out.

Dirty talk? Nah, he doesn't even have to try because he IS the dirty one. He says what he saw, your pussy so red and swollen and his cum oozed out our cunthole? He definitely said it out: "Looking at my cum leaking out your pussy, (y/n), shit, that's a lot, babe." And said that with a straight face with toying with your clit.

Oh he such a sweet soul but oh so a dirtiest, nastiest one. "Your pussy is so red, babe, let me suck your clit.", and didn't wait for your response but buried his face into your abused red pussy lips.

He fucks with any new idea came up his mind. For example, he told you to masturbate for him on his bed, then he freed his cock, fingers wrapped firmly around his length and stroking up and down along with the movement of your fingers thrusting in and out your hole until you both reached the peak, Luffy used his free hand to keep your legs opened wide and cumming on your bare pussy. Each thick rope of white, hot cum spurting on your clit, pussy lips and some on your mound and some goes inside your pussy but he won't stop. Luffy nudging the head of his cock against your cum-covered pussy to smear his cum all over your cunt, even teasing you by collected some cum on his cockhead and pushing the tip inside. After that, he asked you to put your panties back on and walking around with his cum still on your pussy like that.

Likes teasing you by grinding his dark pubic hair against your sensitive clit. That was hot to him, he could do that for hour to make you whimper and brows knitted together.

Another one, Luffy loves tapping his cockhead on your clit, or your cunthole to feel your thighs shaking, hips jolt upward and dragging his tip up and down your slit. He doesn't know why he did that himself but "It's hot, slap my cock on your pussy like this making me want to cum so hard, babe."

What his dick looks like? Well, over average size, maybe > 16cm (6,3 inches), tanned, and really thick (almost 5 inches). Slightly curved to the right, dark red tip and few veins running on underside. Not trimmed, he leaves it natural and he found another reason to leave it that way - tease your clit. In general, his cock taste good tho, same as his cum and fit in your mouth and fist perfectly.

His stamina is amazing, look at how long he had fought Kaido so we can say that he can fucks you that long enough. He can goes round to round, he fucks you fast and rough like a rabbit in heat without hesitation and he won't let you take a break to chase your breath during it.

Result: your pussy all red and sore, but oddly satisfied since you boyfriend made you cum so hard, multiple times. You still in the haze and fucked out, his cum dripped down the sheets from your pussy. Don't worry if you gonna get pregnant, Luffy surely wife you up, you gonna carry his baby and be his wife even in another life! And about Luffy? Our boy fell asleep fast, snoring already but in the morning he wakes up, he will give you your aftercare.

So that's all >< that's what I got in my head right now lol. If you enjoy this little pieces of mine, don't forget to let me know your thought about this. Love you and have a great day <33

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Creepypastas with a sleepy SO

This totally isn't me projecting... Also, a reminder that if you like my writing my inbox is open for requests!! I take drabbles and head canon posts

Ticci Toby

-He's so down to just cuddle with you

-He has to be forced out of your grip if he needs to do something

-Toby would be salty that he couldn't stay in bed with you so he'd force you to get up as well

-If he can't nap, then you can't either

-Your sleeping habits formed some tics

-One of his main tics that developed was “honk mimimi” and his eyes will rapidly blink like he's sleeping and waking up

-You also yawn quite frequently, which makes him yawn

-It’s an ongoing cycle

-Long story short, you get sleepy, he gets sleepy

Eyeless Jack

-Bro is concerned!!!

-He understands the need for a nap, but the fact that you'll fall asleep if you get slightly comfortable no matter what? He doesn't think that's a good thing

-He makes you do busy work, he'll ask you to get him something from across the room even if he didn't need it

-Of course he'd let you take a nap, but he won't let it be frequent

-It gets so bad that he once found you asleep in a cabinet

-Since he's a demon, he doesn't need as much sleep as a human, but it seems like you need triple the amount of sleep as an average human

Brian Thomas & Hoodie

-Brian is slightly concerned

-He understands that people get tired and need a nap

-But NO WAY you're actually this sleepy of a person??

-He'll find you sleeping on the floor in front of the TV, even if the couches are open for you

-Brian is definitely strong, so no matter what you'll always end up waking up in your bed.

-Hoodie on the other hand..

-Hoodie wakes you up whenever you fall asleep

-He's simply making sure that you wouldn't get in trouble for “slacking off”

-Plus, he loves seeing you wake up

-The way you try rubbing your eyes after he wakes up you up makes him absolutely melt

-But if he sees that you're exhausted and you need a little break, he'll let you take a nap in his room

Tim Wright & Masky

-Tim gets it

-He's a tired person too

-If you're on the couch he'll sit next to you and sleep as you two watch a movie

-He simply doesn't give a fuck

-He keeps a blanket on standby for these moments

-If someone else does try to wake you, he'll get grumpy

-”I swear to god, get away from them before I drag you outside-”

-Masky is MEANN

-He would definitely pour cold water on you if he finds you sleeping during the day

-Smug bastard will also shake you awake

-Masky isn't a big fan of cuddling, but sometimes he's too tired to care to push you away whenever you snuggle up to him

-He'd never admit it, but he is only slightly worried about your sleeping habits

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Twice One-Shot World chp. 2

Pounding Needed

Word Count: approx 2.5k

Nayeon x Tattooed Male

Nayeon just can't take it anymore, she's always having a fantasy of her apartment' s tattooed body guard pounding her hard.

90% smut includes drugging, degradation, spitting and cheating.

Just another night while being the guard of a 5-story apartment. Your shift started today at 8 pm, and your duty is 12 hrs of being at the guard post just at the front of the gate monitoring the CCTV cameras. You're getting paid well so a 12 hr shift ain't a big deal, plus nothing bad ever happened since you worked here.

*clank *clank

A noise from the gate and some soft banging got your attention. It's already 1:30 am so you're worried that someone might be trying to open the gate. You looked at the screen and saw a girl struggling to open the gate. You opened the gate for her. She wears a short black skirt and her black top is wearing off her shoulder that her pink bra is showing and you can also see a bit of her chest area. It is Nayeon, a 19 year old college student who lives on the 2nd floor of the apartment.

" Argh thank you for opening the gate for me big boy hehe " she said while smiling.

She's clearly drunk and is having a hard time walking on her own so you escorted her to the stairs.

" You know studies have gotten on my nerves recently and I want to have some good time " she said.

You are gently holding her shoulders and she held on your waist as you're much taller than her.

" And you know, I've noticed you recently. You're such a handsome man and your physique is my type. Some tattoos on your shoulder and neck, it's seductive you know " she said while you're both walking up the stairs.

You just helped her and listened to her yapping. You borrowed her key and opened her door, and you led her to her bed. As you entered the room, she closed the door and hugged you from behind.

" Hey oppa, you know I'm looking for some good time. But the bar did not give it to me." She said while she lifted the hem of your shirt and her other arm slipped under your shirt.

You tried to remove her hand but she struggled and you did not want to use force on a beautiful drunk student.

" I used a pill that makes me dizzy at the bar hoping for someone to come at me and violate me but it did not work, 2 hrs came by and I'm just sitting by myself oppa " she whined.

" Just sleep it off, I have work to do " you said with a concerning voice as you know that Nayeon is a top student and you want her to rest now.

" You know, I've played my pussy thinking of you before " she said plainly.

You're shocked and aroused by what she said. Thinking that a young girl thinks of you as she plays with herself is crazy to think about.

" You're body and the tats are just so hot and I can't help myself but imagine how you would fuck my pussy "

You turned towards her, grabbed both her shoulders and started to kiss her aggressively. You can't explain it but it's like a monster inside of you was awakened. And you did not even think of fucking some young women that is living within the apartment.

" Uglhm ,mmmh " moans came out of Nayeon' s mouth. You then pushed her towards a wall and held both her hands up with one hand. Her top continued to slip on her silky smooth skin. Both her shoulders are showing and you kissed the hell out of them. As you do so your other hand reached between her legs into her already wet underwear.

" Ughhh yes oppa, slip your big finger in my pussy oppa "

You slipped 2 fingers in and she started to moan harshly, but still trying to not be so loud.

" Mhrrrmm, mhrrmm , yes yes yes " she moaned lustfully.

You increased the intensity and she started shaking violently. Her legs trembled while muffling her moans with her own lips a loud breathy moan came out before she limped on the ground. Her legs are a mess and she squirted little by little while sitting on the floor.

" ahh, mghh mhh, " she moaned while squirting.

You then took off your belt and your pants to show your erect dick. Her head is bowed down so you grab her hair to align it with your dick.

" Lick it "

She started licking your shaft but her body and arm can't move at all.

" Fucking suck it "

She opened her mouth and you shoved your dick inside her mouth. She gently sucked it while still limping on the floor.

" fuck it! " You said.

You grabbed her hair hard and your other hand pushed down her shoulder a little bit so that her head and throat are aligned. You fucked her throat in medium paced so she can adjust.

*golkk, golk, golk

Her eyes quickly teared up and her eyeliner became a mess, also a little bit of saliva escaped through her nostrils. Your pace became faster and her arm pushed your leg away, but you still fucked her face mercilessly. Her eyes rolled up, and you can feel that you're close. You don't want to cum inside her throat as you are worried that she might drown in your cum and her saliva. You pulled your dick outside and she caught her breath instantly and she began coughing hard.

" Ughhhhh ! " You moaned as you jerked off and came on her back.

You sat on her bed and you stared at her still catching her breath. After a minute she looked at you seductively and she pointed at her desk. You look at the desk and you see a plastic with 4 circle meds. Turned out it's the drug that she took before going to the bar. You also figured out that the drug made her much more sensitive. She then pointed at her open mouth with her tongue exposed. She's hinting you to put a drug inside her mouth, and she has a seductive smile. You then took one yourself and Nayeon started giggling. You approached her and you held her neck and pulled her towards the bed. You spit saliva to her open mouth, she liked it and started laughing gently. She kept her mouth open as you collected your spit from your mouth and poured it all in her mouth. She drank it all, and kept her mouth open. Instead of having her take another drug, you pulled her to the bed you destroyed her shirt.

" Ah! " A cute moany squeal from here.

You then took off her bra and started licking her perky tits. She's so sensitive that this made her breath heavily and moan quite loudly. You sucked her breast while you inserted your dick inside her again.

" UGHH " you both moaned in unison.

You grabbed her waist and she wrapped her arm around your neck as you lift her and used her as a pestle to fuck your dick. Her hair and tits bounced aggressively that made you even more horny and you hit her harder to your dick.

" ughh, ugh, ugh, yess oppa! "

" You dick is so deep now oppa "

You increased the pace as you're close to cumming. She leaned towards you and hugged your neck tighter.

" huuuhh, you can cum inside oppa , cum inside " she wishpered in a heavy breath.

You then lift her for the last time as hard as you can and start spurting your cum inside her.

" Ughh fuck Nayeon " you moaned.

" Yes oppa, fill my pussy up "

You pulled her off your cock and positioned her in a doggy style, you aligned your already hard dick again and started ramming her from behind. With her skirt still intact, you can't imagine that you're fucking Nayeon, a top student.

" YESS oppaa, don't let me take a break "

" Fuck that pussy hard " she said under her moans while looking at you.

While fucking her, you reached from behind and got a drug. You pulled her hair and leaned towards her. You used 2 of your fingers to grip the drug and slip it in Nayeon' s mouth. You pushed it through her tongue and throat. She swallowed it and you continued fucking her while pulling her hair.

" You're breaking my pussy with your big dick oppa, I think I can't be satisfied with my boyfriend now " she said.

You're shocked that she has a boyfriend as she never brought a boy in the apartment.

" So you're cheating with your boyfriend with me Nayeon? You're so Naughty "

" Ughh, yes. His dick can't compare to yours. Maybe I'll fuck you more that him now, ughhh "

" Or I' d breakup with him, so I can fuck you everytime " she added.

" Yes do that, and I'll fuck you everytime hahaha" you smirked

" hehe " she responded.

The idea of beating a young boy is so hot and that you're fucking her precious girl right now.

" Turn yourself in front of me so I can see your cheating face , slut "

You then changed the position into missionary.

" Is cheating so good huh Nayeon "

" No, ughh, not until you fucked me oppa " she said.

" Kiss me while fucking me oppa, And don't forget to cum again inside " she added.

You kissed her and fucked her like an animal. You grabbed her phone and gave it to her.

" Call your boyfriend now "

" Hahaha okay " she answered.

*Ring ring ring

" Break up with him now as I fuck you okay? "

" yes ughh, yes oppa "

" Yes babe how are your study time? "

" Ughh hmm, ugh "

Nayeon tried to muffle her moan but her breathy moans are still audible?

" Hey babe are you okay? "

" Yes ugh, I'm breaking up with you" Nayeon said.

" Huh why?? Hello Nayeon? Did I do something wrong? "

Nayeon threw the phone to the side of the bed and all her boyfriend can hear is how you violates Nayeon and fucking her like a sex doll.

After you made a mess on her bed, you fucked her again on the sink at her bathroom. Nayeon is so drugged that she can't take a shower you laid her down on her bed and took a picture. You even fucked her one more time this time, Nayeon only responds with some gentle moans and not moving at all, you captured it all on a video. After taking a shower you returned to your post.

After that night, Nayeon comes to your post to suck you off every now and then. And if you both have an opportunity, you fucked the night out inside her apartment and even at the post and at back of the building.

End.

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joys of parenthood | alessia russo x child!reader x leah williamson

-> based on this request:)

grumpy masterlist

leah had the whole day planned. she had for weeks.

since alessia asked for her to watch you for the day — alessia doing a shoot with ella and it just being a whole lot easy for you to spend the day with leah than it was to keep you entertained while you not getting in trouble on a photo shoot.

as well as it wasn't often leah got one-on-one time with you, and so she was looking forward to your little adventure. just you and her. a proper mama and you day.

it was a picture perfect plan, for a perfect day. a trip to the zoo, stop for ice cream, maybe a little playground time to waste anymore energy and some time to play a little game of football on the grass before heading home for a cozy night and dinner. the perfect day.

—

it started off well. you both had made it to the zoo, and you were thrilled, skipping beside leah as you pointed out all the animals in awe. you'd even been on your best behavior when leah bought you an ice cream.

it is easy, leah had thought smugly — to naively. watching you happily lick at the ice cream cone as you babbled about all the different animals you had seen.

but all too quickly it then all fell apart.

the elephant enclosure was the scene of the crime. you had decided you needed to feed them. not wanted—needed. but when leah gently explained to you that they couldn't because the zoo had strict rules, your little face crumpled.

and then, chaos.

one second, you were sadly pouting. the next, you were screaming. full-on, earth-shattering wails. tears streaming down your tiny face. people staring.

leah had been through some high-pressure situations in her life and she would like to pride herself on being able to stay calm during these moments like a euro final, captaining her team, press conferences that felt like walking into a battlefield.

but nothing, nothing, could've prepared her for a five-year-old throwing herself onto the pavement and sobbing like the world was ending because she couldn't feed an elephant.

"angel, baby, i know you're upset, but we can't—"

"NOOOO!"

"alright, alright." leah ran a hand down her face, feeling the eyes of every parent around her. some were sympathetic, others were definitely judging.

okay. think, leah, think.

she crouched beside you, lowering her voice. "i know you're upset and feeling a little sad, but this isn't how we—"

"I WANNA FEED THE ELEPHANTS!"

leah exhaled. defeat. absolute defeat. where was alessia when you needed her.

after several long minutes, during which she exhausted every tactic she could think of, leah admitted defeat. the zoo trip was officially over.

she scooped up you as you were still sniffling, carrying you back to the car, their day suddenly cut very, very short.

—

by the time they got home, leah was done.

gone was the well-planned day of fun. instead, she settled you down for a quieter evening—movies, a simple dinner because at this point, leah couldn't handle another battle, and eventually, bedtime.

which, of course, was its own challenge. "mama," you called out sleepily after leah had already tucked you in. "can you tell me a story?"

leah sighed but smiled, brushing a few curls from your face. "only if you promise to actually go to sleep after."

you grinned. "okay." it took three stories, two extra sips of water, and leah humming a lullaby she barely knew before you finally, finally fell asleep as leah kissed the top of your head mumbling an 'i love you and mummy loves you' before leaving the room making sure your night light was left on.

reaching the bottom of the stairs, leah feet dragged there way into the living room as she slumped onto the couch, closing her eyes.

and that's exactly where alessia and ella found her when they walked in later that night.

—

"how was your day?" alessia asked, dropping onto the couch beside leah , kicking her feet up. ella plopped down on the other side, looking equally curious.

leah opened one eye. "where do i start?"

ella laughed. "that bad?"

leah pushed a hand through her hair, shaking her head. "she had a meltdown. full-on, world-ending, screaming-at-the-top-of-her-lungs meltdown. in public, at the zoo."

alessia's lips twitched. "oh yeah?"

"yeah," leah deadpanned. "because i wouldn't let her feed the elephant even though technically there was no way you could of anyway"

at that, alessia snorted and ella outright cackled. leah narrowed her eyes at her girlfriend. "you could've warned me."

alessia smirked. "oh, babe. welcome to toddlerhood." she patted leah's knee, grinning. "you've got it all to look forward too, the tantrums in the middle of the supermarket cause you won't let her look at the toy section, the not touching her food even though she's just asked for that exact meal. consider this your pre-warning for the teenage years."

leah groaned, letting her head fall back against the couch. "i am not ready for that."

alessia just laughed, leaning over to press a quick kiss to leah's cheek. "well, you survived today. that's a start."

leah exhaled dramatically. "barely."

ella shook her head, grinning. "i'm just glad i got to witness this moment. leah williamson, fearless leader, defeated by a five-year-old."

leah shot her a look. "you try handling tiny in full meltdown mode, then we'll talk."

alessia grinned. "so... you'll watch her again next time?"

leah groaned, but she was smiling. "yeah, yeah. but next time, you're handling the tantrum."

alessia smirked. "deal." and despite everything, leah had to admit, tantrums and all, she wouldn't trade her little mama and you days for anything.

[paulyenvol6]

Never Again

Based on this request. I'm sorry it's not that long but I didn't really have an idea where to take the story so I just wrote a fluffy comfort scene for the end. Enjoy :)

Contains: fluff, angst, mentions of jealousy and feeling left out, comfort, kissing, fighting, Rhaenyra and Alicent being shitty friends

Wordcount: 2,874

Masterlist

"Don't fucking leave now."

Daemon's voice was thick with restrained anger and his clenched fists only added to the picture.

"Why," you hissed with an equally unfriendly tone.

"Because we have to discuss this!"

He slammed his hand on the table, the sudden movement making you twitch and you stood up.

"I don't need to discuss anything with you if I don't want to. I told you, I will make this journey and you have no saying in this."

Your husband laughed but not the deep soft chuckle that left his mouth when you lay against his chest, but an evil and horrifying sound.

"I'm your husband. We're married and you can't just make these choices without asking me."

"I can and I will. You just watch me."

Daemon rose from his chair as well walking around in circles his hand folded behind his back.

"You're behaving like a little child right now," he said through gritted teeth eyes looking so dark that you almost couldn't make out his pupils.

"And you're behaving like you get to command me what to do."

In truth, you didn't care if you were being childish or stubborn. You adored Daemon and were proud to say that you were happily married but sometimes he went too far crossing a line that was holy to you. You loved how protective and caring he was about you but what you couldn't stand was when he tried to tell you what to do. In most cases you were consulting your husband, asking for his opinion but on days like these when he didn't even really hear you out, the blood in your veins began to boil and you mind was possessed by a foreign bitterness and viciousness.

You awaited his answer with crossed arms but it didn't come so you once again approached the door and this time his sharp voice didn't hold you back. At first you were relieved, sighing out as you left the room but after three steps a sour feeling crept up in your throat and you came to the realization that you absolutely weren't in the mood to leave things like this. Perhaps he had been right after all and you should have tried to make peace with him. But now that you were walking down the corridor there was no way you would come back to him and so you strut with your head up high not taking a single peak over your shoulder.

You spent the rest of the day with your children feeling as though their company was the only comfort this wicked day could bring you. You read them from history books, personally fed them before bed and then chose to sleep in separate bedchambers tonight.

Mayhaps you were being ridiculous but right now all that was on your mind was hurting Daemon and really hit him deep with your actions. And still you convinced yourself into believing that you were a lot happier than you truthfully were. That night you turned from one side to the other, head buzzing and aching with the aftermath of your fight and the next morrow started equally bad.

The sun shone brightly and on any other day you would have gotten up full of liveliness and energy but today the light rather disturbed you. You blinked a couple of times in an attempt to get rid of the drowsiness caused by your short night's sleep but then actually climbed off the bed as you heard your stomach grumble with hunger.

It was unfamiliar to wake up in the rooms right next to the ones you shared with Daemon because you were sure that the two of you hadn't spent a single night separated from each other ever since you got married. Thinking about it did nothing for your mood and even worse, you teared up at the thought but then quickly collected yourself refusing to give your husband the power to make you feel that way.

You got dressed without the help of your handmaidens who probably were desperately searching for you right now and then told a guard outside to inform the next passing servant that you wished to have breakfast soon.

Time passed slowly, like a sticky, thick liquid creeping down the slope of a roof and you caught yourself thinking about Daemon more times than you were able to count. What was he doing and what was he thinking about your absence?

What got you out of your chambers eventually were your friends and the fact that you had wanted to meet up with Rhaenyra and Alicent since the beginning of the week and so you were quick to put on your gloves and step outside.

Now that the three of you were wed and had your own families to care for there just wasn't as much time to catch up and go on long walks like you used to when you were younger which was why you savoured every second in their presence. Maybe your fight with Daemon wasn't quiet as inconvenient as you had thought because if your husband and you had been on good terms he might have kept you occupied this morning, lazily dozing off to sleep until noon.

You found Alicent and Rhaenyra in the gardens and a wide smile appeared on your lips seeing their heads bowed over a book.

"Rhaenyra! Alicent!" you shouted not very ladylike and the two women immediately turned their heads searchingly.

You had expected them to return the smile but to your surprise their expressions were careful, disapproving almost. As swiftly as your shoes allowed you approached your friends and tried your luck again giving them the faintest hint of a grin as you took their hands to squeeze them.

"My dearest friends. How are you feeling?"

Rhaenyra and Alicent briefly glanced at each other but you had noticed it and now wrinkled your nose suspecting that something was wrong.

"Good," Rhaenyra spoke before you could ask them but the word sounded so distanced and indifferent out of her mouth that you nevertheless chose to find out what they were hiding from you.

"Are you quite alright? You seem upset or… distanced."

They exchanged a look again and you slowly started to feel anger burning in your heart.

"We're fine. But we're not so sure that you are," Alicent said, her eyes examining her nails as if it took a great deal of effort for her to talk to you at all.

"What are you speaking of?" you asked, unknowing of what they were referring to. There was no way the two women could know about your fight with Daemon just by reading it off your face. It was Rhaenyra who eventually cleared the air and finally looked you in the eyes.

"My uncle told me about your argument."

"Or rather your disrespectful requests…," Alicent added still seemingly too proud to raise her gaze at you.

"What?" you breathed too confused to even feel anywhere close to being emotional.

"He said that you planned your trip to Volantis without even telling him let alone ask him for his permission."

You narrowed your eyes your throat thick with a strange mixture of sadness and aggressive anger.

"B-But I… I didn't – "

The word got stuck in your throat as Alicent's piercing green eyes darted at you her lips tightly pressed together and her jaw clenched.

"Rhaenyra and I were just surprised, you know? We didn't think your behaviour was fit for a lady of your rangs. A good wife is supposed to discuss such matters with her husband."

Her voice had never sounded so cold to you before and you wondered why your friends were so involved in this particular argument.

"Alicent," you said with a trembling voice feeling more miserable with each hitched breath of yours.

"I… I just… I knew that he wouldn't want me to go and this is important to me."

Now it was Rhaenyra who rolled her eyes and crossed her legs.

"Oh it's that important? Then this is another reason not to just plan a trip like this on your own. You should have asked him to come with you then."

You were growing furious now your voice thick with anger.

"I did! I asked him but he said he can't leave right now."

"Then you shouldn't either," Alicent said, her fake friendly voice getting on your nerves and making you clench your fists so hard that your nails left scratches in your palm.

"Why are you even involved in this? This is none of your business. And apart from that, you are my friends. I thought you were supposed to support me?"

You hated how weak your voice sounded but Rhaenyra and Alicent really had hurt you and there was no way of denying it. Now Alicent rose to her feet towering over you and lifting a finger.

"First and foremost, we are supposed to inform you of your wrong-doings. Advice you. And we are supposed to tell you when you act like a little scold."

You gasped, tears spilling from the corner of your eyes all of a sudden and you quickly turned your head so your friends wouldn't see it. But of course you weren't able to hide it and so you made a choice, leaving the two women behind and running back inside the castle.

Your heart pounded loudly in your chest, blood throbbing in your veins and cold sweat covering your back and neck. The air was roaring in your ears as you blindly made your way up to your chambers because tears relentlessly collected in your eyes.

You couldn't even think straight, your thoughts swirling around in your head, building up an ugly mess that you just couldn't seen to get under control. When you stumbled in your chambers you immediately locked the door behind you and then sank down on the floor burying your face in your hands.

You felt pathetic and left alone. Daemon had talked to your best friends behind your back and you could only imagine them laughing about you and insulting you. And now Rhaenyra and Alicent were treating you like you were a true abomination to this family. This was a nightmare. You had always had a tendency to feel a little jealous and left out; perhaps the reason for it was rooted in your childhood and under these circumstances it was especially bad.

You bawled your eyes out until it hurt and when you lifted your head for the first time since you had sat down against the door you had no idea how late it was. The sun told you that you must have been here for quite some time but you still didn't want to get up. Where were you supposed to go? Step under Rhaenyra and Alicent's eyes to let them humiliate you once more? Meet Daemon and risk getting involved in another fight?

You dropped your head again this time resting on your knees and jumped when there was a noise right behind you.

"Y/n."

You would have been able to recognize this voice among thousands and although you usually associated it with warmth and love, tonight your heart seemed to break at the sound.

"Y/n, I know that you're in there."

Daemon knocked on the door again but you didn't even flinch.

"Darling. Please let me in. We have to talk."

You shook your head which he obviously couldn't see and then sniffed loudly.

"Go away," you managed to bring out but cursed yourself for sounding so upset while he seemed controlled and steady.

"I'm not gonna go away. I need to see you."

"But I don't want to."

Daemon sighed and then didn't say anything for a couple of minutes while you tried to fight the tears refusing to stop rolling down your flushed cheeks.

"I'm sorry," Daemon eventually said and you heard a hand brushing over the wooden door. "I'm sorry, darling. I know what happened and I didn't meant to – I didn't want any of this to happen."

You remained silent eyes staring ahead of you as you perceived his soft voice.

"I know it's my fault. Please just… Please let me see you."

Then he was quiet again both of your heavy breathing being the only sound in your ear and Daemon already thought about giving up and leaving when the key in the lock turned and he sighed with relief.

He carefully opened the door, his eyes softening at the sight of your swollen eyes and tear stained face and he couldn't help himself and pulled you in for a tight hug. You were resistant at first refusing to wrap your arms around his back but the familiar scent of his hair, his firm grasp on your waist and his mouth whispering sweet words of comfort in your ear melted down your icy facade and soon you cried tears of despair clinging to your husband.

"It's okay, love… I got you… Everything is going to be fine."

He used his hand to shut the door and then cradled your head gently stroking your hair.

"D-Daemon," you sobbed burying your face in his nape but soon pulled away from him to meet his gaze despite the mess on your cheeks.

"Y-You told Rhaenyra a-and Alicent," you said accusingly and formed your lips into a pout.

"I did. And I'm sorry for that. I only realized how stupid it was when they told me about their encounter with you."

You body was shaking as you heard him mentioning the fight again and Daemon instantly secured his grip around your body.

"I know… They were treating you very badly and I promise you I told them so myself. I said to them that it isn't their place to talk to you about our fight let alone be so injust and evil."

His thumb reached to your cheek to wipe away some tears but he wasn't able to make new ones stop from falling upon your face which made him chuckle quietly.

"I love you and I'm asking you for your forgiveness. I promise, I can see what I have done wrong and I will try my best to never disappoint you like that again."

Your eyes were big as you took in his beautiful face that was drawn with so much love and affection that you didn't have a choice but to believe him.

"And about our fight…?" you asked with a thin voice, the corner of your mouth curling when he trailed a finger up your jaw.

"Perhaps I said these words too many times already, but… I'm sorry. I know that this trip is important to you and so I want you to make the journey."

Daemon cupped your cheek his big hand almost covering the half of your face and grazed your cheekbone with his thumb.

"I think I was feeling hurt because you didn't tell me at first. I thought you didn't trust me or… didn't want me to take part and that's why I snapped."

Your smile deepened hands finding his face as well and you touched him carefully as if you were exploring every curve and edge.

"I want you to take part. I guess I didn't want you to ask me not to leave and so I didn't tell you. And… perhaps I didn't want to think about leaving you for a couple of weeks and so I just ignored it and… and shut the thought up and I thought the easiest way of dealing with it was to just… I don't know, forget about it."

"I understand," he smiled and tenderly kissed the tip of your nose.

"You do?" you breathed your heart still pounding in your chest from your confession.

"Yes," Daemon replied, the pat of his thumb massaging your pulse point in slow circles. "But you know, I think I might have demanded to come with you on your trip. I would have if I hadn't been so pissed in the first place."

You pursed your lips unable to hide the grin spreading on your face.

"Really?" you whispered and felt the adrenaline shoot through your veins.

"Yes."

You squealed and wrapped your arms around his neck, swinging the two of you back and forth while you pressed what felt like a million kisses to his neck.

"Will you come with me then?" you asked just to make sure.

"Yes. If you want me to."

Daemon held on to your shoulder to keep you still and then leaned down to press a deep kiss to your lips that left the both of you breathless.

"Of course I want you to. It's what I wanted from the start," you answered, gently leaning with your forehead against his.

"Then I will be happy to be your travel companion."

Silence was laid upon the chambers but you were happy to just experience the closeness of his body after this horrible day. You inhaled each other's air feeling connected beyond the physical touch and then opened your eyes into his after a few minutes.

"Y/n?" he hummed. "Yes?"

"Don't you ever spend the night separated from me, okay?"

You chuckled lowly stealing a kiss from his lips, then running your hands over his broad shoulders just to feel him.

"Never."

[toxycodone]

ship. Laios Touden x Reader

content. nsfw + gender neutral reader + period sex + bloodplay/kink

You and Laios have a pretty decent sex life. It’s a lot smoother than most couples. Laios is surprisingly into trying new things. The two of you share your kinks pretty openly. (Which is pretty necessary, considering that Laios is such an avid fan of roleplay…but that’s another story).

You two are in bed, kissing and messing around a little. This is common, you two gently feeling each other up. It doesn’t always go farther than this—most of the time it’s just you showing some affection—but it takes a little turn when Laios’s fingers start to trail under your night shorts.

Your breath catches in your throat, but not in a usual positive sense. You stop Laios in his tracks by grabbing his wrist.

“Hey, stop.” He abides. Before he can look at you puppy dog eyes and fall over himself apologizing, you speak. “I’m on my period. Didn’t want you to accidentally stick your fingers in blood.”

You expect his face to twist in discomfort, for Laios to do his usual dorky laugh to offset the awkwardness and for him to cuddle you to sleep. However…he gets that look. The one where his expression doesn’t really change, and you can see the cogs start to turn in his mind. He can’t be…?

“Are you in the mood?” He asks. He’s avoiding what’s really on his mind by testing how you feel. You just go along with it instead of pressing for now.

“To be honest, yeah.” You shrug. “But I don’t need to do anything.” “Well…” Laios looks away from you before spouting his biology facts. “Y’know, an orgasm releases endorphins. Dopamine. Oxytocin. The good chemicals, happy ones.” His fingers dip under your waistband again now. He doesn’t seem thwarted by the fact you’re on your cycle. “If you want…I don’t mind. Y’know, I can... Help you. Make you feel good, and—“

“Just say what’s on your mind Laios.”

He takes a breath, then sighs it out. Laios’s cheeks flush pink as he speaks.

"I still want to have sex with you. Even though you're on your period, I'm curious. I wanna try it."

"Are you sure?' You ask. He might be a bit swayed by different forms of media. So you want to ensure he knows what he's getting into. "It's messy. And it smells. And you're gonna get blood all over yourself if you do."

He nods, but his interest hasn't been quelled. He's oddly into this. Really into this.

"You just really want to know what it tastes like, huh?"

Cue his cute little blush.

Laios scrambles to get a towel when you give him the go ahead. Of course he wants to experience this, but he knows he can't just hop on into it. He wants to make sure you're comfortable and into it as well before he starts exploring.

Laios is EXTREMELY into period sex. You're so warm, so wet without him even trying. Sex this way is one of his favorite things to do. And it helps that each orgasm he gives you makes your cramps and other symptoms much less severe.

He really leans into the more primal side of it. Some things still linger from his time as a monster, and one of those is his affinity for blood. The sight and smell of it drives him wild. He'll start to growl and fuck you more roughly, digging his fingernails into your skin while he pounds into you. (Also...since the risk of pregnancy is low on your period...he's finishing balls deep inside. He cant resist the urge.)

And his teeth sink into the flesh of your neck when he finishes. The taste of your blood is addictive to him...you bring out a more monstrous side of Laios that's gotten buried deep within his psyche.

Your blood acts like an aphrodisiac to him. His senses are much more sensitive. You smell weak--like prey--and he wants to take advantage of you. He'll make sure he has his fill of all you have to offer and then some.

And speaking of tasting your blood...period head is always on the table. That coppery taste others may refuse is one he finds delicious (blame his appetite and newfound monstrous palette).

It's actually a sight to behold. Laios's mouth stained with blood as he's buried between your thighs. He'll look up at yours, eyes dark with lust, before gripping the meat of your thigh and pulling you flush against him again so he can consume you with fervor.

And Laios is SO ridiculously shameless about it too. After you've spent yourself on his face, he'll rest his chin on your stomach and wipe his mouth off with the back of his hand--only to lick the blood smears off his pale skin. It's so obvious he enjoys eating you.

[ablobwhowrites]

still rambling about yandere cookie run.

This is idea is inspired by @brittle-doughie (plus he make great content and you should totally check his account out. And also got be back into the crk a bit so yeah.) I made two ideas for this ramble.

I imagine just y/n cookie kinda being a sort of celebrity around earthbread and being well liked. (This idea does mix both over break and kingdom cause I like both the games.) Y/n being a regular cookie who ended up being mixed up with heros, villains, beasts and many other cookies. They have social media and end up being instantly followed by every cookie and it does worry them a bit but mostly brush it off as them being paranoid, y/n does notice how their stuff does disappear as Roguefort Cookie definitely isn't taking some of y/n's stuff when the window is open for half a second. They do like the songs that the singing cookies celebrities make them but do get worried about how many there are and they can't really deny how many cookies are acting weird around them as the evidence is overwhelming. Also they are kinda scared to ever go to Butter Pretzel Cookie studio again as they where trying to find the bathroom and ended up finding a whole huge room full of portraits of y/n. But some cookies they see as normal (all the cookies are obsessed over y/n and y/n is not safe bro. Except for the kid cookies as they are strictly platonic only) they trust some of the cookies as y/n does think they are paranoid about the cookies being obsessed and talking stuff or something but luckily the can trust hollyberry, gingerbrave, muscle cookie and a few others. As hollyberry said that it might be the stress y/n is putting on themselves day to day, maybe that what is making them so anxious but since it's such a long ride back home, hollyberry offered to let y/n stay at the castle for the night and jungle berry and royal berry insist as well as princess and knight cookie, what’s the harm of staying for one small night?

Also totally thinking that if y/n cookie posting about a really good lunch or something at a restaurant, just the restaurant swarming with customers as, if y/n says it's good, it must be.

For regular cookie run kingdom and a maybe a tiny hint of ovenbreak, is a traveling adventurer who loves to share stories about their adventures as they seek to find if myths or legends are true and sometimes they are but sometimes aren't and they love to talk about them and has a whole book of their doodles and writing in them. They do come by from time to time and get a strange feeling Everytime they come for a short while at the kingdom, cookies insisting that they should stay and that it'll be night and that would be unsafe so they would stay and find it weird that y/n just said they would sleep in a regular house but was put into the castle and over time it gets harder and harder to get out of the kingdom with cookies needing help or something in the kingdom goes wrong and y/n helps but that wastes more of their time until it's dark outside and they are forced to stay another night. Y/n never likes to be cooped up in one play so obviously they try to get out as they have all of earthbread to see and discover. Y/n then sneaks out when it's dark outside with a little help from their buddy cinnamon cookie as those big magic tricks payed off to help y/n escape. Plus now they owe cinnamon cookie a week of helping cinnamon perfect his magic tricks for his next show also having to find the Longan Dragon and lotus dragon to be able to add to their bucket list of seeing all the dragons (and totally not escaping the clutchs of the other dragon cookies by the slightest crumb on their body because of not they'd be stuck forever with the dragon cookies after just discovering them) but they need to press on forward to find all the secrets of earthbread...if they don't get dragged back to that cookie kingdom to be trapped there or if the dragons get y/n first. Who knows!

(that's it for my yapping session for today. Hope you guys like it and if you want more please feel free to request any ideas for stories or y/n ideas. But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[usoppsstar]

Not sure if you're taking a request or not but I would love a aftermath to the OP! Men's pregnancy story. Especially Ussop (this man does not get enough love). Love to see how they are right after their S/o gives birth to their newborn child and would love if you can keep it as detailed as the main story!

Straw hat men with their newborn baby🧸🧸🧸

Pairings:Straw hat men x f! Reader

Characters: Luffy, Usopp, Zoro, Sanji

Tw: fluff/ Angst(stressed new dads)

Notes: I've been working on this forever, so happy to finally post it; Lengthy headcannons and then a tiny short;This is proofread but there may still be mistakes🧸🧸🧸

🧸Pt 2, Pt 4 Masterlist

🧸Luffy

As capable as luffy is at saving entire countries or protecting the crew,and as much as everyone acknowledges that he's gotten the teeniest,tiniest bit less reckless, no one in the crew expects luffy to look after his new daughter by himself. Luffy gets pouty though and insists about doing most of the work himself since you already did the hard part. So the entire crew pitches in to teach him how to bathe her, dress her, put her down for naps, rock her, and everything else he needs to know. He happily tells you about everything he learned at the end of the day, and reassures that he's taking care of it and that you can sleep and play as much as you want. And he technically does the first few weeks but then things get a little harder than he expects. She's fed and changed so why isn't she sleeping? Is this the sleepy cry or the hungry cry? Are there other cries than those? She's crying so hard her tiny fists are clenched up and he doesn't know what to do.

Starts running to Chopper every time she starts fussing, thinking something is wrong, like, feeding her didn't work so she must be sick right?( At first he kind of thought making sure she was full and burped would fix everything) It isn't until after Chopper explains to him that her crying isn't always an emergency, that he tries other things to calm her down first. Toys, maybe cuddles, maybe she just needs momma.

Unlike the other boys in this list though, even if the new experience throws him for a loop,Luffy never actually gets too worried.

Even if things are a bit confusing right now, Luffy has always had a sort of steady belief that things will always work out somehow, and majority of the time he's correct. So he's always reassuring you that everything will be alright when the stress of how much responsibility you both are really holding in your hands gets to you a little. Holding you close while another member has your daughter, and promising you with a big grin that even if you both are at a bit of a loss right now, you'll both eventually get the hang of it and that you shouldn't worry about the future.

Once she reaches a few months, feeding his daughter is definitely Luffy's favorite thing in the world, it doesn't matter how much of a mess she makes. His baby loves to eat just like he does and he finds that hilarious. She really is a big eater like her dad and gets chunky off breast milk and baby food rather quickly. You were kind of worried about it( Luffy wasn't, he loved it) but felt better when Chopper reassured you that she's healthy. Just like with your pregnancy, Luffy actually takes her little diet very seriously. No adult food until chopper gives the OK and even then he doesn't give her much outside of fruit and potatoes and things like that. She's always reaching for her daddy's plate though and if she can't get any of his food she looks at you, mommy,with pleading eyes. The entire crew finds it adorable and Sanji eventually puts aside tiny, unsalted portions of a few of the dishes for her to nibble and suck on.

Like earlier stated, Luffy loves her baby fat and he likes to fake nom on her cheeks just to hear her crack up. She's like a little mochi ball and the thought of it sparks an idea in his head but you shut it right down.

Settles for nomming and kissing her fat face all the time instead, loving the burst of laughter she always lets out after he does it. Loves to blow raspberries on her belly too for the same reason, if you're ever not feeling good he'll extend her towards your face and suggest that you blow on her tummy and you always roll your eyes before doing it anyway, especially since they both love it. Ngl he treats his months- year old baby like a toy and she rolls with it.

He always has time to play with her no matter what he's doing. Even if he's eating he'll find a way to extend a stretchy arm to shake a raddle for her, or tickle her, or even just pull her from her mat and hold her at the table with you two. He can be relaxing on the Sunny's head or hanging with Chopper and Usopp. He'll immediately pick her up.If his daughter wants his attention, she'll get it.

" Do you think her cheeks stretch?" He asks one day while you three are hanging in the aquarium. Luffy has his head in your lap while your daughter tramples and climbs over his stomach to get a better look at the fish. Luffy keeps a protective hand up to keep her from toppling backwards.

" Don't even start luffy. I highly doubt the fruit you ate will somehow pass down to her." You roll your eyes and flip through your magazine on the bench beside you, while your baby babbles in the background. Luffy huffs before passing your daughter to you so she can watch the fish over your shoulder instead. Her excited steps didn't hurt but he was a little tired of having his abs walked on.

" But how many devil fruit users do we know with babies?! It could happen!" He insists again and you shake your head. There was absolutely no way his rubber powers could be genetic. Right?

***🧸***

🧸Usopp

Usopp thought he was going to be pretty prepared when it came to taking care of your new infant while you recover. Like previously mentioned, he took a lot of time preparing while you were pregnant. Doing research with Robin, asking chopper things, and building toys and equipment. At least for the first few weeks, he's pretty sure he'll have everything under control.

But twins, another baby, changes everything

You both didn't know you were having twins, so Usopp only prepared enough things for one baby, but that's alright. He'll just ask Franky to start working on another bed and changing table, oh and for now the girls can just share clothes. He made a lot anyway right? Unfortunately though, that only works until one of your girls gains weight off breast milk faster than the other and can't fit her sister's clothes. So Usopp has to make more, but while his babies still need him to hold them,and change them,and soothe them. He ends up finding time to sew and build during the hour-long intervals that the twins sleep at night. The only problem is that he usually uses that time to well, sleep, but he tells himself that once the girls have everything they need then he can get some shuteye.

The lack of real rest though and the stress of being a new dad to two new babies is evident to you and the crew. Usopp's curly hair is tangled and knotted, he's yawning, and bags are forming under his eyes. You're not so hot yourself sure. Between learning to breastfeed and healing after giving birth to twins, you're pretty exhausted still, but even so, it's obvious that your man is really struggling trying to catch up on nine months of work that he thought he already did. So you and the entire crew pitch in to help with the girls so Usopp can focus on getting sleep and preparing the extra pairs of clothes, toys, and other important things(Franky helps build and Nami and Robin help make new clothes)

Things go much better for the sniper once he's no longer sleep deprived. Making the missing things go much faster with help, and in no time he has energy to actually spend time with you and get to know his girls.

Spoils his babies so much, the moment they start to cry daddy is right there to pick them up and comfort them

You and Usopp have a few arguments about this. How you think it's better for them to self soothe sometimes and how he thinks they can learn to do that later. How you think he won't be able to put them down without them throwing a fit, and how he thinks they shouldn't have to be independent at this age. Eventually you both have to teach the twins not to expect dad all the time and it's quite the devastating,loud process.

His babies like to grab at his nose whenever it's within reach, when he's dressing them, when he's feeding them, or even just when he's holding them, their dad's nose is the most interesting thing in the world to them right now.

Loves to dress the twins in matching clothes and prays that they don't grow out of that because he'll be absolutely crushed. He enjoys dressing them in colors that match your outfits too because he thinks it's cute when you match with your girls.

He's definitely the type of new dad to take hundreds of pictures while they're babies of the cutest or most mundane things. Like one of your babies trying to climb on a barrel with nothing but a diaper on or the twins taking a nap with uncle zoro.

" Why do they smell so good? I haven't even put any lotion on them yet." Usopp asks you as he presses his face into his baby's belly,and she just gurgles before taking the opportunity to reach for her dad's vulnerable nose. You all had just gotten out of the bath and were busy dressing them when Usopp suddenly thought of this. You pause and hold your other daughter that you were busy putting socks on, to your face.

" I don't know. That's just natural baby smell I guess. Even their diapers don't smell awful yet, but that could just be because they only drink breast milk right now." You shrug before giving your daughter a kiss and resuming putting on her socks before she gets cold.

"I'm not looking forward to the day they start to." He sighs before giving your other daughter a kiss on the cheek like you did and going back to dressing her.

***🧸***

🧸Zoro

Fatherhood gets real for Zoro FAST and he is not prepared.

The nine months you were pregnant had felt so long to him back then. No one else knew this but when you both were waiting, he was always laying and thinking about what'd it be like once the baby got here. What they'd look like, how he'd hold them, even as far as the kind of person they'd grow up to be. It was all he thought about. But now that your son was here,in his arms, it suddenly felt like everything had happened in a day.

Zoro won't lie, he was a little nervous when Chopper first told him that he'd be caring for your guy's son on his own most of the time while you slept and recovered. He was relieved though when he thought that you two had a very low-maintenance baby, that only wanted to eat and sleep(kind of like his dad)

But it's not long before the sleepless nights start

The lack of sleep is something Zoro never thought about. Your son waking up multiple times throughout the night shouldn't have been a problem, since Zoro has always been a night owl, but Zoro was actually tired during the night, why? Because he couldn't nap like he usually does during the day. Now, the day hours are reserved for feeding, and rocking, and baths. A lot of baths( why do babies get dirty so fast??)

If you ask him if everything is alright, he'll just brush you off and tell you to focus on resting, if Sanji or Usopp tell him to stop acting like he's the baby and just ask for help it turns into an argument. Zoro didn't want help. He could do this. He could handle this. He was Roranora Zoro, the second strongest on this ship. The steady rock that you and his crew could depend on. The one that trained for hours on end in the crows nest to stay that way. He's a father now too though and as much as Zoro wanted to succeed and take care of this for you and for your son, this was something he'd never trained for.

Zoro was tired.

And he hates it.

He looks at you both sleeping peacefully one night and decides that enough is enough. He's in over his head, and unfortunately so are you. So he puts aside his pride and asks for help from everyone(who were waiting on standby) His image as the strong and capable first mate didn't matter if it meant that he could take better care of his kid. He goes to Robin first, who unbeknownst to him had been sneaking tips in whenever he was in earshot,and from there it extends to everyone else, even Sanji, even Luffy. The crew couldn't be happier to help him out.

Once he gets the hang of everything, Zoro's favorite thing to do with his son, this is probably expected, is to nap with him. Once Nami gets him on a sleep schedule and suggests taking naps during the day with the baby, it becomes their routine.

He sits in the crows nest with his son on his chest, calmly waiting for him to doze off. His big hand covers the entirety of his tiny baby's back, and the heat from his palm always makes your son's eyelids droop. He'll breath slowly and steady and pat his back softly after being taught how to. He always stays up just a little longer to watch his baby that's comfortable on his chest, his tiny body not taking up much space and his tiny fist clenched against his skin. All this and the sunlight from the window warming him, Zoro's never had better naps. He's definitely gonna miss this when your son gets older.

"Zoro do you have-! Oh!" You start to whisper when you see Zoro's frown and your eyes fall on your baby resting on his chest. He had disappeared after you were done breastfeeding him, so you knew that Zoro or one of your crew mates had him, so you came to the crows nest to ask Zoro first. You walk over before sitting on the floor by them, giving zoro a kiss on his temple before settling down. A comfortable silence falls over you two as you both gaze at the tiny person you made together.

"Do you want me to take him to the bed instead?" You tease while you play with the protective fingers heavy on your son's back. When zoro just rolls his eyes at you, aware that you were poking fun at how soft he is for this, while you laugh to yourself. You're about to get up when Zoro pulls you back down, carefully moving his child to make room for you on his chest too.

" Where are you going? Hm?" His voice is raspy from keeping quiet in fear of waking your sleeping infant. He whispers another quiet "stay here" and you give in, resting happily on the chest that your son has claimed upon his arrival.

***🧸***

🧸Sanji

Sanji quickly takes on everything that needs to be done while you recover. With some help from your other crew mates when it comes to the meals on the ship, Sanji is able to focus on taking care of the baby and taking care of you, and while it's definitely strenuous, he's happy to do it. With all of his reassurance that he's got it under control and that you should recuperate, knowing what a capable person he is, and actually needing to recuperate, you don't notice how it's not going as well as you think until a few weeks after your son's birth.

For the first couple of days Sanji was on cloud nine. Everything had gone well and he was a father now. He enjoyed watching you learn how to breastfeed, giving his tiny baby baths in his tiny tub, and dressing him in the abundance of outfits the crew( mostly made by Usopp or bought by Nami) gave you two, but the longer he held his little infant in his arms, the more something fearful started to twist in his stomach. Thoughts of how vulnerable and susceptible to danger he is. Thinking of how even if he was strong enough to protect him physically, things like illness and sicknesses were something he couldn't do anything about. He even starts to be plagued by memories of his own childhood, thinking how he would never want him to go through anything like what his father put him through.

The anxiety continued to build until eventually there was an accident, and one accident was all Sanji's tired new-parent brain needed.

It wasn't that big a deal actually, Sanji wasn't paying attention and accidentally ran your son's bath water a little warmer than he liked( not by much, even in his fatigued state he'd never hurt his child). Your baby wasn't hurt, just a little startled by the warm water so he cried, but that was all Sanji needed to finally break down. Since you heard your son crying and didn't hear it come to an end like usual, you went to check on them and found your son sitting safely, but loudly on a fluffy towel and Sanji holding his head in his hands by the tub.

You check on him, thinking maybe he had slipped but when you see the faintest shine of tears on his face and he whispers to you what happened, you pick up your son, take Sanji's hand and walk them both back to your room. You both have a long and heartfelt talk that night, about both your fears and communicating and confiding in each other about it all, no matter how little it is( ending in kisses and cuddles for your stressed out hubby).

After that things go a lot smoother

Franky and Usopp surprise you guys with a highchair and it's quite literally the best thing Sanji could wish for. Now your son can join you all at the dinner table with his own chair and plate( not that the plate matters cuz he only wants the food if it's from your guy's plate) but the best part is that he can watch his baby while he cooks. Sanji just sets him at a safe distance and gets to work. Sometimes he'll do a fancy trick just to see if he can get a few happy claps or babbles. It rarely works when he's younger cuz your child is usually occupied with the food his dad gave him, but even if his baby isn't too interested in his cooking right now, Sanji still loves the company.

" I was sure we were going to have a girl. I honestly never thought of you with a boy." You say one afternoon as you watch Sanji and your boy with a smile. Sanji pulls his eyes away from his son on his lap, who is currently fighting his dad's large hands for the spoon he was using with his little ones, and looks over at you.

" Huh? Where'd that come from?" He asks you, laughing a little, before gently pulling the spoon away from your baby to stir whatever he was prepping for dinner.

"Well, I thought you'd be super affectionate with a girl, y'know? People always talk about dad's that would do anything for their daughters, but you're so affectionate with our son anyway." Your voice softens as you gaze at your little family lovingly. You had actually been the tiniest but anxious when your son was born, wondering if Sanji might be hard on him or if he'd feel less love for him. Past you is proven wrong everyday though when you see just how much Sanji adores him. Sanji just chuckles a little, embarrassed.

"Well, sons need love from their fathers too." He says softly, before brightening up when his son suddenly looks up at him and gives him a piece of tangerine. You smile and nod.

"You're right. Besides, I shouldn't be surprised considering the way you baby Chopper." You tease and walk out of kitchen to get a towel for the mess the fruit juice would eventually lead to.

" I do not baby Chopper!" Sanji calls out after you.

A/n: First as always: Thank you so much for requesting, I appreciate it. Second: I am SO sorry this took so long to post, I really was thinking about you and working on it, glad I finally got it out here and I hope you like it! I hope everyone else likes it too since I'm feeling a little self conscious about this one. Thanks for reading!🧸🧸🧸

[shaisuki]

❝ FAVORS FOR A AMENDMENT. ❞

✞ FEATURING. BULLY! GOJO SATORU AND GETO SUGURU

▶ SERIES MASTERLIST

CONTENT WARNINGS. exhibitionism + fluff + descriptions of body insecurities + harassment + dubcon + fingering + power imbalance + power abuse + reader wears dress + she/hear pronouns.

SYNOPSIS. a shopping trip with the two sounds fun but it's actually not. you hope that it won't be hectic for you and it would be the first they are genuinely nice to you.

“wear something good.”

the text message in your phone says. sent by suguru first thing in the morning after your alarm rang. you have been dreading the later day since yesterday after they left and you're too worried too sleep and tirelessly turning then you slept. you only think of one thing. it would be humiliating for you. you've never done shopping.

shopping is fun. they say but to you is not. you have to deal with numerous disappointments such as clothes not fitting you right. it's either too loose or too tight. you would rather save yourself from the embarrassment of men and woman staring at you weird of the nasty look that people in the store would give you for simply shopping. now, it will be a lot worse. there's satoru and suguru who would make it worse and the next time you step inside in a clothing store you would faint.

hoping that plans will get cancelled for today is simply a far cry from a dream. there's a chance gojo would cancel but suguru, he's a different story. you would not dare tell a thing about it and you know what will happen if you simply ditch again even you recently recovered from being sick. they won't believe you and so, you forced yourself to rummage through the measly clothing you have. the meager clothing you packed since you left home were destroyed. it was either ripped or taken by them. trophies they treat all of your clothing except for the tattered ones. you didn't know where they get to be that strong enough to tear your clothes off.

it's only for today. you convince yourself and you decided to grab the clothing that you consider good for yourself. a black short sleeved knitted top paired with a dark flowy green skirt that rested in your ankles and your black combat boots. there's a small chance that they wouldn't rip this clothing off you. it's the only good one you have.

you were done thirty minutes before the time they scheduled and you grab your small sling bag to carry your own stuff and then you bid goodbye to your roommate and then went to the train station where you will waiting for them both.

you waited for five minutes before suguru arrives. stiffly greeting him like he wants and he orders you to seat beside him while you both wait for gojo who have a habit of running late for every time event. geto doesn't complain and only pulls his cellphone from his pocket to type a quick text to satoru.

“we're here. get your ass running.” he types before hitting the send button and putting it back to his pocket. you placed your bag in front of you. clutching it to lever yourself from what to come. suguru is particularly the harsher one when pissed and when he's silent you assume the worst when it comes to him.

there's a brief silence surrounding you both except for the incoming screeching of the incoming train and footsteps of people trying to catch up the train. it's a weekend and twice the people was crowding the train station. you were both seated in a nearby bench placed in the waiting area. you were getting a little weary of the silence coming from him and you stole a glance geto and you find he was staring at you. panicking you immediately whipped your head to the side. lowering your head in defeat. he was probably criticizing you for what you were wearing and how you looked.

“i'm sorry.” you muttered. “i can't find anything good.” you apologized. they were right, you were pathetic. you were apologizing for being you. your lips tremble and you let out a shaky breath. trying yourself to keep the tears at bay and not make it worse in front of him.

suguru chuckles at you for sounding so troubled, it's not like he cared what you wore. “it's fine. you look nice.” he commented. moving closer to you and rubs your back. before he could open his mouth again to speak. a voice calls him.

“suguru~.”

gojo's voice came booming. he arrives with his hands tucked in his pockets. geto's face turns into a scowl. “satoru, i told you to be early. what time is it now? tsk.” he clicks his tongue in annoyance and gojo just rolls at his eyes at him before glancing at you. “what were you and (y/n)-chan talking about?” he asked curiously. a little left out that you were both talking and he's not included.

“just talking about how she look nice. does she look nice, satoru?” geto is somewhat purring when he said that and gojo shrugs. “boring.” gojo said uninterested. “let's go now, suguru. we're taking (y/n)-chan to show the joy of shopping.” beaming with a mischievous glint in his eyes and your stomach drops. it was malicious when satoru would say something like that and you were already anticipating it and yet, you could never get used to it. then the announcement of the incoming train booming in the speakers rang in your ears and they dragged you inside with the dread coming with you.

it wasn't good. how the feeling of being trapped between them spikes your heart rate up. they intentionally shoved you in the closed train door while the other passengers filled the spaces now occupied and it was now crowded. it was sure a jam-packed weekend in the train and you were pressed against the cold automated doors of the train and your two bullies are in front of you. they sure towered everyone including you and they can't keep themselves from smiling from the close proximity of your soft body being squished against them. they were clearly enjoying your misery.

sure, it was clear as the daylight that this two, more like gojo satoru have his own chaffeur and a car that drives him whenever he wants and anytime. he was the heir of a huge company and it was provided for him without asking. he likes the luxury but it can never the compare of doing some he deemed as enjoyable to you in public with his bestfriend of course. call this somewhat of a fantasy.

suguru got your skirt hiked up despite the length of it. his hand between your creamy thighs. massaging the flesh before rubbing your clothed pussy. nobody can see what he was doing. obscured by both of their wide builds. you are biting your lips. your eyes silently pleading for them to stop but suguru continues to assault your pussy. plunging two of his fingers and you didn't think it would come to this today and in a public transportation.

your eyes were turning misty and it didn't help that your body like what suguru was doing to you and satoru was creeping his hand under your shirt to squeeze the bountiful flesh in your stomach. mercilessly assaulting your body and you hoped someone may take notice and intervene but no one, not even a single had noticed you in this transportation full of people and the ride continued like that. by the time you all reached the next station, they acted like nothing happened. annoyed by your turtle like movements, they put you in between them to match their strides and to avoid losing you in this crowd of a place.

they take you to what looks like a high-end shopping district in the part of the city where they easily navigated like they know where to shop and hang out. silly you to think like that. of course they know it. they frequent it like it was just a regular day for them and you were lucky to be here because of them.

you follow them mindlessly. unfamiliar with the place and you were wary of everything and you felt underdressed for some reason. various designer stores are littered in every corner and every turn. some are familiar and some you can't even pronounce. mannequins are clothed with the latest fashion trend. displaying for shoppers to admire and you realized that a single clothing in this area cost a year of your expenses and you have to work half of your life to splurge on these designers. you were suddenly conscious of the money you brought with you. it was enough for a fare money and meal to yourself. surely, these two won't expect you to pay for this shopping trip. you were just going to pretend you like everything they bought. this is a another prank to you they are going to pull.

they stop in a boutique where upon entering two attendants started taking measurements of you. confused, you stood like a statue until they were done and began skimming the clothes in the rack.

another attendant escorted you three in a private room. puzzled, do these kind of stores have their dressing room in just the corner. why is there a private room like this? you think this is the place where bored rich housewives spend their time with or where mistresses splurge the money of their wealthy boyfriends who doesn't have the time for them and a credit card will make up for it. you were neither of the two.

the attendant pretends like you weren't there. unceremoniously flirting to both of them where they only ignores her. when her attempts proven to be a fail, she left not without glaring at you first — why was it your fault?

before you could find your answer for that kind of reason, two employees came wheeling a two huge clothing racks filled with different clothes and they left it next to the dressing room and you look at them both.

“try all of them and show it to us, princess.” suguru orders you to and you nodded. stepping inside the dressing room and it was spacious. you didn't dare question them about this. asking begets punishment and you were no mood nor have the capacity to take it. you just have to play along for today. you were hoping they would leave you after you move the curtains away and see nothing on the empty couch.

you blindly grabbed a clothing item after you've stripped. putting it on and you didn't like what you see in the mirror, it feels wrong. funny you can think of your body as unpleasant when you're living in it for all of your life and it got worse when you crossed paths with the boys outside of this dressing room. you were going to cry like you always used to but you sniffle away the tears and take huge deep breaths before stepping outside to show them what you've put on.

you didn't dare to meet there gaze and for the last minutes you were going back and forth to the dressing room each time draped in the clothing from the rack the employees choose for you and you listened to what they approved and disliked. you can't voice your opinion in front of them and by the time you were done trying all of them. you were tired.

gojo bored out of his mind after that little fashion show coming to their favorite toy pressed the button beside in the couch. the attendants earlier came running and gojo gave them his credit card. dismissing them in a snobbish manner in which they paid no mind since half of their clients like him are like this. tolerable cause he's loaded. they can't say no to money.

you left the boutique shortly after and to your horror the two decided to hit a few shops. they bought you shoes and accessories that suit their tastes to you. they were like children picking out stuff that they like and made casual comments how a particular piece would not suit you. you were almost sighing out of relief when they made a final stop to a clothing store but instead your breath got stuck.

it was fairly a busy day for the store. women are hovering clothing racks and when you're bullies stepped inside they were suddenly quite. followed by giggles and whispers. checking the two out and you look at both of them. both of in a dress shirt paired with black slacks and dress shoes. geto in a black one and gojo in a white one. they were classy in their own way and you can see from the way they dressed they came from a good and wealthy family.

they both make way to choose what they were buying for you today unlike the earlier assistance of employees. both of them were choosing the clothes. stacking them in their arms as they gave it to you to try. nodding you were back in the dressing room again. you take a peek behind the curtain after putting the first piece of clothing and you see them being both flirted in which you understand. you hope it will be a blessing in disguise and if they were successful they could take them both and ditch you so you can go on your merry way back to your dormitory. they were beautiful of course, the women. far from you. they were what you define as girls who really took care of themselves and aware of how they look and uses it with their seductive gaze that leaves men wanting them and that includes the two but they're more interested to you and you sure taking your sweet time to change.

satoru was the first to break. casually showing the girl who was flirting to him that he's not interested and it left him eventually. it's easy to fend the women to geto's part. glare at them like they were beneath you and they will get the part. he's getting annoyed by it from incessant yapping of flirting plus you were taking too long.

they find you backed in the corner. trembling. posture hunched and your eyes are swelling with tears. “what's wrong?” suguru asks you. you shaked your head. “nothing. just nervous.” he raises a brow and ignored it. “nervous for what? we've gone different stores and this is where you chicken out?” satoru reprimands you and suguru glares at him. sometimes satoru could be this insensitive but the asshole was insensitive from the start and it just extends to you.

explanation aside, you look beautiful in that dress you were wearing. he grabs your hands and positions himself behind you. a little crowded since this was a dressing room and the bitches outside should fuck themselves for joining you.

summer dresses suits you.

the baby blue color of the dress added by the small purple flowers dotting all over it suits you nicely. flattering the plush figure you have and can you see yourself the way to see you. satoru shuts up the moment he sees you in this dress.

“a dress and you look nicer than you usually do. it's generous for us to offer you this right. no more boring clothes for you.” his finger tracing the curve of your chest and then to your stomach. giving it a firm squeeze. suguru kisses the juncture of where your neck and shoulder meets. you shivered at the gesture. you were completely bare in front of them despite the clothing you have on. the mirror and the reflection doesn't do any good in your current situation.

you meet satoru's and suguru's gaze. “they wouldn't care if we fucked here right now, won't they?” satoru's voice is crisp. his lips brushing to your own. taunting you to make a move but you remained unmoving. he nibbles on your lips. hand creeping up to feel the supple skin of your thigh before raising it to put in the side of his torso. grinding his bulge to your clothed cunt.

“satoru, i'm sure they won't mind but let's do it for a another time. we don't want to ruin our princess looking so pretty in her dress. i'm sure (y/n) will return the favor.” suguru reasons and satoru begrudgingly accepts it. “we're wasting time here.” suguru added.

“i need to change.” your voice tiny and the two raises a brow at you. “you're keeping the dress.” satoru commands you and you nodded. they step outside and you followed. satoru grabbed the clothes you were supposed to try and went straight to the cashier to ring it up. suguru and you trailing mails behind him as he swipes his credit card without a care. he looks at you both.

“where to next?”

surprisingly they took you to the aquarium after a quick bite. there's more time before you all return to the university and it won't be shopping all day cause it would get boring and they already bought clothes that would suit you so a change of sight would be better and so, you're here. it wasn't bad. it reminds you of a distant childhood memory. you were afraid that they would ruin this for you. a cherished place of yours.

various ocean life swam in the vast space of the aquarium and you can't help but to stare in awe. it's like you were back again being a child. always fascinated by the sea life and if it was your choice you would have a career that relates to this but due to certain circumstance you were forced to take a degree that is practical. things happened but you didn't regret it. you enjoyed watching the different species of sea animals in one place so much that you wandered on your own forgetting that you were here with the two.

they know it wasn't intentional for you to let go. you were lost in this paradise and judging from your reactions it was your favorite place. you wander side by side. reading the educational signage about the species that are placed in the huge aquarium. you stand in the middle when you see a huge sting ray swims above you and gojo would regret it if he won't take a picture of you in that position. the camera clicks and it generates a picture of you. the ocean blue background adding the beauty of the photo. he continued to take candid photos of you. at this point his gallery were full of your photos. a album dedicated for you.

suguru finds your antics adorable. the way your eyes lit up when a shark or a school of fish swims in front of you. it added to your personality and he see you being beautiful and just you. in the middle of this all and for once you were genuinely happy. how can his selfish urges destroy this moment and he thinks it can wait for a later time to act on it. they let you to enjoy yourself and it was worth threatening you for this trip.

you ended up in a isolated part of the aquarium where jellyfishes are glowing brightly in their tanks. a luminescent glow. colors varying to pink, dark blue and purple. their tentacles moving in slow motion and it was like they were hypnotizing you. realizing where you are you turn around and you see them behind you.

they were checking the place and guarding you. afraid that you'll leave them. you know the drill when they did something good for once to you. there's an exchange for their kindness and you decided to give it now. a way that they will let you easy the next time you will do something wrong in their eyes.

“thank you for bringing me here.” you shyly muttered. you stood in front of them. in your tippy toes you reach for suguru in which he bent his body for you to reach him. you place a chaste kiss in his cheek. “thank you, suguru.” and then you went to gojo also in tippy toes but the latter have something in mind. he grabs you by the waist and he pulls you for a kiss. his lips hungrily claiming your own. you opened your mouth voluntarily knowing how he likes it when he's kissing you like this and he didn't hesitate to put his tongue inside your mouth. his wet muscle moving in circles and his grip on you tightens.

when he was done suguru had done the same to you. wanting a taste of yours in his own. you were glad for being in the deserted part of the aquarium. no one's here to see you being like this. when they're this gentle to you, you pretend they were kind and were your lovers but they're not. they're your bullies who back in the university, in the campus where they do as they pleased to you even when you're crying, squirming, begging for them to stop. you were just playing along for them. to avoid being punished for fighting back. they weren't exactly who tolerates but abuses it.

when they were both satisfied to you. satoru positions his phone in front of you three. a photo he say. he wants a memory of it. to commemorate this day and you oblige. you were in the middle between them. sandwiched by their towering bodies and your force a smile for the picture. cause no matter how this day made you temporarily happy it won't make up for the misery they put you through.

when they decided to go back in the campus. satoru called his driver. a limousine pulling up in front of the aquarium and inside are the shopping bags containing the clothes they purchased for you. you were now seated between them and for once they didn't made any advancement towards you.

your body is tired and you refused to rest. you were with the two and being asleep is where you get violated but the pull is strong. your eyelids are forcing you to close your eyes.

noticing your drowsiness, suguru held your cheek and pulled it to rest in his shoulder. “sleep.” he orders and despite the urge to stay awake you gave up. you will know when you arrived at the campus gate but it didn't. throughout the ride you were asleep and both of them chuckled as you were dead asleep. they did really tire you out and by the time they reach the campus you were still asleep. it was already night time and there would be no students in the campus at this hour. suguru decided he would carry you much as to satoru's displeasure but accepted it. grabbing the shopping bags and they both went your dorm room.

unlocking the door of your room with the spare key in your purse, they both went inside and there's no sign of your roommate which they were glad for. suguru carries you to your bedroom and satoru places the bags in the floor of your room.

geto tucks you in your bed. not bothering to change you out of your dress. you look beautiful on it. they both stayed for an hour. admiring you in your sleep and just touching you. they would have you for tomorrow and they let you rest for today. you were tired and where would be the joy of fucking you if you're tired to take them both.

suguru kisses you in your lips and then to your forehead. covering you with your blanket and satoru did the same. stealing a kiss from you and they left.

what a day. they enjoyed being with you and seeing you clothed in different kind of dresses and they can't wait for you to wear what you've brought them. the money was really nothing for satoru. all he knows is he spent it so well to you. he should splurge on you sometimes.

suguru on the other hand is happy to seeing you enjoying yourself earlier in the aquarium. he didn't felt this being genuinely happy for so long and he was okay with it. not wondering where this random burst of happiness came from.

the money and influence they have is nothing when they see you smiling earlier and maybe they did it cause they were a little bit of guilty for being so rough to you the other day but for now it was nothing. they were all about making amends. well, it's not really making amends knowing it's nothing for the things they put you through. they know they were forgiven for what they did to you and they're about to commit again.

what about it? you can do the same thing again and again if you have the money and influence. there's nothing to really sweat about it. really.

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[corollaservant]

Lotus // Choso x f!reader (18+)

Synopsis: He was supposed to have his brother's undivided attention. Until he invited you over for summer break. Since he loves him that much, you're the one who's paying. (5.8k)

Warnings: 18+ dark, dubcon/noncon, humiliation, college, f.masturbation, use of "nii-chan" from Yuji, obsession/yandere brother, degradation, violence, dacryphilia, breath+impact play, dom!choso, reader gets a sunburn but it's mentioned 1x? and only as feeling pain

A/N: yk how everyone always makes Choso the nerdy, creepy, virgin perv? well i kinda want it reversed (he has killed people btw) [ao3]

Choso loves his family. That's why he doesn't like you.

Seriously, couldn't his brother not bring you over his place for summer break? He gets it, Yuji is young and can never say no, his best friend turned him down for a summer course and Choso guesses you were his second choice. Though Yuji would never tell him that. Or you for the matter. Choso can't wrap his head around why Yuji likes you so much. He knows his brother, no actually, he loves his brother so he knows it's not some crush otherwise Yuji would've shyly approached him and confessed. It seems like his brother just genuinely has a great time with you and that pisses him off. You're loud, that's fine, so is Yuji. But Yuji’s smart, caring, sensitive. You on the other hand... you break things on your way, stumble, laugh obnoxiously and make a mess in his clean kitchen. You're insufferable. So of course, Choso scoffs and rejects Yuji's offer at first.

"She's not coming over, Yu." He tells his little brother, "This was supposed to be our bonding time, remember? I planned out both weeks for us." Choso was excited—he really was. Getting to have his brother around was the best thing that could've happened to him. He'd take Yuji to the movies, carousel, beach, for beers; ok, no, he laughs, he'd definitely get them in a club, maybe a casino? Some strip show? Yuji was an adult now and Choso couldn't wait to listen to his college stories; though he knew there probably weren't many, judging by how nice his brother was. Really, a very likeable kid (adult, he corrects himself).

Yuji begs him. Tells him you'll help around the house, says you've never travelled before, you don't have any plans and you won't cause trouble. It's when Choso starts doubting himself. Ok sure, Choso isn't young per se, but he's definitely fun to be around, right? Does his brother seriously not think he's cool enough anymore? Would he be sad if he said no? He can't stand the thought of making his brother sad. Not because of him, that's certain. This is why he now has you in his house strutting around in flimsy shorts and a barely covering shirt, puffy eyes from your sleep and messy hair. On his kitchen counter asking if there's coffee. He scoffs.

"I made some. For Yuji. You can get some yourself.” He's been up hours ago, went for his run and excitedly waits for his brother to wake up. But now you’re there. Choso couldn't wake Yuji up, he practically spoiled him anyway he could, sleep was no exception. However, you and Yuji unfortunately do not share the same schedule so he is cursed (because blessed would be a euphemism at best) with your presence.

"Alright, damn." You groan, ever since you got there, he seems constantly pissed off with you, but you just woke up, you’re groggy and in his house so you can't do much but yawn. You walk past him, he's too absorbed in his phone, not bothering to look. 

"When do you think Yuji will be up?" He asks, as the smell of coffee suddenly makes you feel alive again.

"Oh I don't know, I'll wake him up soon, we'll go for a swim today." You giggle, you'd been so excited to go to the beach, swimsuits were the first thing you packed. Yuji told you about this beach he wanted you to go to, you’d promised to bring your polaroid and take pictures.

"No, you're not." Choso lifts his head up as he puts the phone down. "Me and Yuji have plans today. You can chill here, we'll be back before 9." It’s sharp and sounds non-negotiable as you stop in your tracks.

"What plans? I didn't know—"

"Why would you? This is our day, you guys can hang later or whatever." But Choso is already pissed. Like actually pissed. If you don’t know then…hadn't Yuji told you or were you just that dumb? He weighs in on the latter. Regardless, he can't argue with a girl his brother's age.

"But I–" You try to protest, as you stand next to the counter, your mug in your hands and you haven't even taken a sip when you’re cut off.

"I'll go wake him up now. Oh, and wear some proper clothing, will you? You've taken this family trip way too seriously." He spits and heads upstairs, leaving you dumbfounded. Coffee suddenly doesn't make you feel that alive. 

-

Yuji is sad. Sad because none of you want to compromise. Choso arranged for them to rent bikes and tour around town; the boardwalk along the seafront was ideal for the activity. His brother had always been athletic and loved the idea so Choso had contacted the shop owner to rent in advance. He knew he was creepy, who the hell rented a bike a week prior? It’s not like they wouldn’t find one. Still, the store closed at 4 PM and it was already past one (Yuji and his sleep) so they’d have to hurry. He’d prepared lunch and was excited for some brotherly time. As for you? Choso honestly didn’t care. You could go for a walk for all that mattered, it’d be four hours at most, you’d be fine. But then there was you, reminding Yuji of the impulsive promise he gave you twelve hours ago. The truth lies in the middle. Yuji mixed up the days—could you blame him? You and Choso bombarded him with plans and ideas meanwhile the poor boy only wanted to rest and enjoy his vacation. So he’d told you about today, when he’d promised Choso days ago. 

‘’Guys, I’m so sorry.’’ Yuji frowns as you both look at him. ‘’I promise, we can do both! One has to call it off so we can do theirs tomorrow.’’ His eyes gleam like usual, but he looks anxious. Probably because he knows both of you. 

‘’But you promised me first.’’ Choso speaks, he doesn’t sound condescending, he’d never raise his voice at his baby brother.

‘’Yeah, well he promised me yesterday!’’ You retort childishly. It’s like a race you two have, who will answer first, a competition, who can win Yuji over.

‘’Please don’t fight, we can do both, come on now, who wants to do their activity tomorrow?’’ Yuji sighs, looking across the kitchen table. He’s the youngest, but he sounds like a kindergarten teacher at the moment.

‘’Yuji, what do you want?’’ Choso emphasizes. Good, that should give him his answer, he thinks.

‘’Yeah, Yuji, why don’t you tell Choso our plan is waay more fun?’’ You consider sticking out your tongue but one look at Choso and you keep your mouth shut.

‘’You know I can’t choose! I love both.’’ He pouts. ‘’Don’t make me do this, can’t you guys figure it out on your own? I’m serious. I’m sorry…” Yuji’s eyes fall. Choso can tell and he suddenly feels responsible. Not for his plans, no. For seeing a sadness cross his brother's face. His heart aches seeing him so passionate to end this stupid debate, so caring, never wanting to hurt anyone’s feelings. He deep down wishes he came first. Choso’s older now and he realizes he can’t continue; a sigh leaves his lips as he speaks up. 

‘’It’s fine, Yu. Be back soon.’’ He backs off. Again. He has to put up a front for his brother. He doesn’t bother giving you a glance, as he exits the kitchen. He wonders if he’s ever despised someone that much before. To the point of choking them…no, not that. That’d be too nice for you. You deserve an agonizing death. He imagines your body stretched out on a medieval rack as your limbs crack one by one. You hadn’t been there more than a day and you were already fucking up his schedule. And in his own house, too. As if dressing like some whore wasn’t enough, seriously what ever happened to modesty? In his head his thoughts make sense, a stranger meddling in his newly amended relationship with his brother. Did you even know how much he cherished him? The lengths he’d go to protect and be there for him? This summer break was supposed to be more than a brotherly reunion. He wanted to be Yuji’s friend this time. He bets you don’t even know what it’s like to have no one around. 

He might go for another run, he considers. You’d be gone within a week. But even when his thoughts subside, he still thinks of ways to put you in your place for good.

-

By the time you’re home, polaroids in your bag and salt on your skin, Choso is pacing up and down the living room. It’s 8:30 PM and Yuji hasn't texted him since noon. 

‘’Where the hell were you, Yuji?’’ Choso completely ignores you as he looks at his brother, who is licking off a half melted ice cream and flaunts a newly acquired tan.

‘’Did you get a sunburn?’’ Choso’s anxious, damn it that kid, always failing to reapply SPF.

‘’I’m fine, nii chan.’’ Yuji laughs, as some ice cream falls on the floor. ‘’I’ll go take a shower or do you wanna go first?’’ He asks you.

‘’She can go first.’’ Choso tells him and you’re taken aback.

‘’Really?’’ You sound surprised. There’s no way he’d ever be kind to you, you knew that seconds after you met him. 

‘’Yeah, want to have some time with Yuji, before we head out.’’ He sounds casual as he brings a wipe to clean Yuji’s ice cream. His back muscles flex under his compression shirt, he looks kind of messy, had he worked out again? Unruly hair falls on his eyes as you try to tear away your gaze.

‘’C-cool.. I’m going upstairs.’’ You announce and leave, stumbling on the first step. What did you think of right now? 

Choso’s bathroom is spacious and allows you to take your sweet time rinsing salt and sunscreen off your skin. Yuji may have not been sunburnt but you couldn’t say the same. Your skin aches as you lather your back and thighs, were you sunburnt everywhere? You make a mental note to apply some moisturizing cream you brought. You had a good time with Yuji, he told you about his best friend’s summer course (financial crime, corruption and money laundering— dude sounded weird) and not being able to make it, how they’d meet and how his relationship with Choso had drastically changed in the span of a year. Yuji didn’t even know about Choso and took some time to warm up to him. As his brother, that is. But Choso was the best brother he could have, he told you. You had trouble believing that. Choso’s demeanor was far from.. best. You sigh remembering your brief coffee encounter. How he’d looked at you above his phone, his cold eyes with tired bags under as his long hair fell on his face, unruly and..sexy. What? Why do you think that? Your mind goes through images like a film projector—his long torso peeking under his compression shirt as he stretched and accidentally revealed a v-line and a happy trail. You feel a sting as water falls down the drain; the lotus and white tea fragrance from the body foam he has envelops your face. You close your eyes and think of him in more…compromising scenarios. Behind you for example. Strong arms snaking around your waist as he presses against you, droplets falling between you while his mouth latches on your neck. A muscular, veiny hand finding your chest and caressing gently…only to move to your lower belly and lazily circle around the entrance. You fight the urge to let a soft moan as you imagine him teasing. Yeah, he’d definitely tease your slit up and down, pecking on your neck until you begged. ‘’Choso..please! J-just one finger!’’ and he’d laugh, mouth contracting on your delicate neck and rubbing around your clit. You’re getting yourself off, what the hell are you doing right now? But could you really blame yourself? You never thought of Choso like that but you do now so you can’t question it further. You let a finger slip slowly inside you. It’s wet and fills you up well—not as good as you think Choso’s thick, calloused fingers would, but it does the job. You wonder how good he’d feel and you’re getting yourself off only by picturing his fingers. You’re suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door. 

‘’Aren’t you done yet? It’s been half an hour. Get out.’’ Choso growls behind the door, you remove your finger and quickly gulp down. 

‘’I’m almost done.’’ You faintly say, shit, the man you had fingers in your cunt for, interrupted your daydream…of him. You quickly rinse off excess shampoo and exit. God, you needed to get laid instantly. 

-

When you come downstairs, Yuji is nowhere to be found. Choso is sitting on the couch, the TV plays a show he doesn’t watch as he scrolls on his phone.

‘’Where’s Yuji?’’ You’re wearing Yuji’s old T-shirt from when he was a gamer and skater and nothing under it. In your defense, it’s long and covers almost up to your knees. He doesn’t turn around.

‘’He left. Sent him off to meet his friend, his parents dropped him off.’’

‘’What friend?’’ As far as you knew Yuji told you all his friends were busy with summer courses.

‘’His best friend, Megumi, don’t even know that?” He sneers. Megumi? The money laundering guy?

But he—

‘’He’s not staying long.’’ He has to be joking. 

‘’Why didn’t you tell me? I wanted to meet him, Yuji told me–’’

‘’Why should I? Yuji needs time with some real friends. Told him you felt sick or whatever.’’ 

‘’Are you serious? Why would you do that? Where are they?’’ You can’t believe this guy, first he treats you like a pile of shit, then he’s nice to you by offering you to go first…wait. Did he send you up first so he could convince Yuji to go out without you? Could he be so shitty?

‘’Oh my fucking God, that’s why you told me to shower first didn’t you? What did you even tell Yuji?’’ This guy is unbelievable and you fight the urge to rip his hair out from the back. 

‘’Does it matter? He’s already gone. Serves you right.’’ Choso sounds relaxed, like he just stated tomorrow’s itinerary. 

‘’And what am I supposed to do here, huh? God, you’re so fucking annoying, I swear I’m texting Yuji right now.’’ You realize your phone’s upstairs and before you can turn around, a strong palm grabs your wrist forcefully.

‘’One more step and you’ll be spitting blood.’’ His eyes burn as you feel the pain from his grip.

‘’Let— go...’’ You ask, more like beg as he throws your hand away, it burns, partly due to the sun but also from the pressure of his grasp. 

You slowly drag your feet to the kitchen as you think of ways to hurt him. You hate this guy, you simply exist and he decides upon making your life living hell. Sure, he doesn’t do anything dramatic but he’s constantly interfering with your friendship. Yuji wants you there, he acts like he’s some unprotected child and constantly monitors him. You grab a glass from the cupboard as you feel the words slip out your mouth involuntarily.

‘’Yuji doesn’t like you.’’ You lie and before you even have the chance to have a sip, the glass soars in the air and falls with a loud thump, shattering in a million pieces as you’re turned to look at him. 

‘’What the fuck did you just say?’’ He spits. He scares you, you think, the way he’s hovering; he seems really angered.

‘’I said–’’ You can’t continue. Because he slaps you. On your face. With his palm. And it hurts so badly, you feel tears prick at your eyes, your wrist hurts and you can’t move around— each time the burn catches up to you. 

‘’Why don’t you say that again?’’ He goes on, he has not moved and still waits for your answer.

‘’S-stop..!” You muffle, as you bring a hand to your face, you want this resolved immediately, you’re kind of defenseless, since your phone’s out of your reach and you are alone. He also is extremely strong and it doesn’t help that you anger him, his muscles tense and you notice the veins on his neck pulsating.

‘’Useless bitch.’’ He hisses, ‘’Yuji doesn’t like me? Look at you and your pathetic self. You think he likes you? Yuji likes everyone, wake the fuck up. At first I thought he fucked you, cause why else would anyone want to hang out with you?’’ Choso is fed up with you. Fed up with being nice, fed up with compromising. In all honesty, he’d probably be fed up with anyone but Yuji, but you’re just the cherry on top. Did you seriously think you could try to contact Yuji? The fact you even dared to speak on his name angers him even more. And that’s why he continues while you break down slowly. 

‘’You come here, in my place to hang out with my brother. Dressing up like some common cockwhore and you know what? I really wouldn’t give a fuck, but taking him away from me? Did you two have fun at the beach? You wanted him to fuck, yeah? Otherwise, what are you even good for?’’ He goes on to bring a hand on your cheeks, squishing and bringing your mouth to open like a fish. Tears that welled up in your eyes now fall sideways as he mocks. Your back slams against the counter, you think you feel your feet touch glass splinters as you tremble. You ache everywhere and he keeps going. 

‘’S–ow-’’ You manage, you can’t articulate coherently and feel nauseous. 

‘’Wanna speak up?’’ His mouth twitches but he still isn’t fully smiling. He has to hide it for now. Each moment that goes by, he feels an immense pleasure. It’s like he takes out all his anger that he kept inside the previous days and he doesn’t want to stop. Not when his palm moves your pathetic face left and right, like he’s viewing some artifact. In the insanity of it all, he feels his cock hard. He is unconsciously rubbing on your t-shirt (Yuji’s t-shirt) and your face looks oddly pretty, puffy cheeks adorned with tears and wide pleading eyes. 

‘’L-uh- oh’’ You try to speak out and he gets exactly what you’re trying to communicate. 

‘’Y-Yu- i’’ You call out his brother's name. Seriously, it's like you’re asking for it.

‘’What about my brother, huh?’’ A hand is removed as more air fills your lungs. You sob. You feel searing pain in your chest, among all other body parts— fingerprints sit on both of your cheeks. 

‘’Y-Yuji— is.. he..is not..’’ You can hardly keep up, he is in close proximity and your tailbone hits against the counter from the way he has his body pressed onto you. A hardness pokes at your belly and you think that this wasn’t what you had in mind in the shower. He is aggressive and looks like he won’t back off soon.

‘’Not what? Speak the fuck up.’’ 

‘’N-not like this.’’ You cry. You can’t understand how these two are even related. Yuji’s a sunshine, the kindest soul you’ve known, of course he wouldn’t want to fuck you, he just felt sorry that you didn’t have plans and offered up some company. He’d do it for anyone. You were naive at times but you knew it was the reason you were there. Yuji couldn’t say no. He must’ve also not been aware of his brother’s rage otherwise you wouldn’t find yourself in this position. 

‘’You’re right.’’ Choso takes you out of your thoughts. ‘’He isn’t. But I am. It’s your lucky day.’’ His left hand is on the counter behind you, so there goes your chance to leave. To your left, there’s an exit. You could run. But your eyes betray you and his palm abrasively pushes your left shoulder back. 

‘’Don’t even fucking consider this.’’ He says as his knee nudges yours to the side. You’re standing the whole time and the rough poke makes your legs buckle—you almost fall but you’re brought to stand upright as he lifts Yuji’s shirt.

‘’Shit, wearing his shirt and everything, as if you’d ever be good enough to be his girlfriend.’’ He mocks, but his eyes aren’t on you, they’re on your chest as you wriggle under him. 

Choso is determined this punishment exceeds medieval torture. And you should definitely look on the bright side, you’d enjoy it by the end.

‘’Finger yourself.’’ He orders and your eyes widen. 

‘’W-what..’’ You tremble. He raises his right hand and you flinch but he goes on to move a strand stuck on your lips.

‘’Stop playing deaf. Touch your cunt like you did in the shower. What? Think I didn’t listen? That’s the type of nasty whore you are.’’

You can’t do it. You can’t— so he does it for you. His right palm brings your hand in between your open legs as you feel your own palm push against your entrance. He touches on your middle finger and slowly brings it in between your lower lips. He slips in your finger, which has to contract by the pressure he’s applying but his rough hand touches you too and you cry.

‘’C-Choso.. s—stop..’’ He moves your finger up and down your pussy, which lubricates steadily the more something’s thrusted inside it and then decides to stick his finger too. You gasp as it fills you fully and he finally breaks out a smile, seeing you cute and vulnerable like this really makes his cock hard. Your pretty eyes beg for him to stop but he can’t; it’s too good and you’re almost enjoying it already. 

‘’That’s right. It feels good, doesn’t it? Bet you were thinking about Yuji in the shower, weren’t you? It’s okay, I can show you how I fuck too.” Choso wants to turn you around and stuff his cock inside you without protest but that wouldn’t count as torture so he has to suppress his strained urge. He’ll make good use of that nuisance of a mouth you have first.

Both hands are removed from your cunt, slick trickles down your forcibly open thighs— the position makes your hips automatically open and buck up and you’re panting, scared and embarrassed that your body betrays you. Choso’s face is flushed, a red scarring which you hadn’t seen up close, seems even more crimson, as he gets you off the counter and pushes your elbows down. You’re dropped on the floor, right in front of a long bulge—you can pretty much expect what’s to follow but still make a timid effort.

‘’Cho–Choso, please..’’ but before you know it, his sweatpants are removed and you’re cut off by his cock in your mouth. Salty precum lingers on your tongue—not long, before he starts thrusting his hips in your mouth, fucking your face. You choke and gargle; he’s big and his girth squeezes around your palate as he hits the back of your throat, “Fucking finally..” he groans, “..good for once.” He praises, as if you make some conscious effort. 

He suddenly pulls out—spittle falls down his cock as he grabs you by the roots of your hair. You must be a funny sight, plush, swollen lips, puffy eyes, a wet, anticipating cunt and precum staining his brother’s shirt as he brings his face closer. Something urges him to kiss you. He wants to taste your desperation. He brings his mouth on yours, it’s wet and he pushes his tongue inside, he can taste the fluids as you cry. 

‘’Kiss me.” He says and tries harder. This time you comply, his tongue searches your open mouth as you follow his lead. His right palm rests on the counter behind you, trapping you in an embrace, which oddly enough creates a heat in your core. His mouth, despite the forcefulness, feels soft and you aimlessly try to close your legs in hope the nasty feeling goes away. You smell his scent, it must be his shower gel, lotus…and something else you read on the label but can’t remember now. You let tears fall from your eyes as you try to inhale only through your nose— mouth too occupied being devoured by him. 

Choso loves kissing you. He thinks to himself you are perfect, in your own way. So pretty with your mouth distracted and your legs open. For him, only. Yuji would be off limits after that. Not that you’d approach either one after, he guesses. Your kisses only make him eager to stuff your cunt more, his cock aches by the minute, that’s why he lifts you up. You’re so pliable, he thinks. He manhandles you and all you’ve said is a couple broken ‘’please’’. Did you actually want this? He considers the possibility, he isn’t unattractive in the slightest.

Your shirt has to go. He knows it’s Yuji’s but that doesn’t matter now that it has his precum on it. He finds himself wondering whether he fights internally against Yuji or you right now, seeing how he feels a pang of jealousy towards his little brother. But the idea is crazy so he brushes it off hurriedly. Your soft, squishy tits rise and fall to the pace of your anxiety. 

‘’You have pretty tits, does this hurt?’’ He asks as he slaps across your nipple, the skin around burns tenfold and you cry out.

‘’...h-hurts..’’ You yelp and he feigns sorrow.

‘’Aww, sorry, let me make this feel better. We’ve neglected her for some time, haven't we?’’ He looks at your cunt— glistening and lovely, ready to be defiled as he brings a thumb to play with your clit. 

‘’Spit.’’ You’re not that wet, what? It’s okay, he will change it.

You shyly gather spit and let a small glob fall down his digits as he pumps two fingers abruptly inside. Three strokes and your cunt starts drooling, he enjoys the sounds. But more than anything, he enjoys your tormented face, fighting to admit the pleasure you’re getting. His rough thumb circles around your clit as you’re forced to touch behind his neck to not fall off, you grip down his nape, failing to conceal your moans. 

‘’Cho-choso..mhm’’ You whine, brokenly, it pains you to feel so good, so fast. You don’t want this. You don’t.

‘’...Already squeezing down like some slut huh..’’ It takes Choso a lot of strength to not cum in the air like some loser, he’s delayed this too much and now you look irresistible, being fucked by his fingers on his counter. While you cry. And his brother’s out. 

‘’-Mm- Cho- Choso.. stop!’’ You moan, feeling close to an orgasm as he pumps faster and circles the nub simultaneously. Your fluids stain all the way up to his knuckles and if he keeps this up, you’ll probably coat his palm entirely.

‘’---f-fuck Cho–’’ He removes the fingers just before you can give in to the feeling— you pant frustrated. 

‘’Enough. Let’s test out how well that cunt feels… for a slut like yourself.’’ You want to protest, want to tell him to fuck off and leave you alone, but that’s clearly not an option. In a split second you’re turned over, thrown across the kitchen table, your limbs are stretched out and the direct contact makes you wince, as you clash with your chest. Choso admires the view. He spreads your legs out and you look ready to be fucked into oblivion.

He gives his stiff cock a couple thrusts, his red tip leaks his precum and he groans before his cockhead bumps with your entrance. You moan and he hasn’t even entered you yet as he brings a hand on the curve of your ass and smacks it. 

‘’Stop being so desperate, it’s embarrassing.’’ He sighs as he rubs his cockhead across your slit.

‘’P–please Cho–Choso..’’ You moan, understanding that you have it bad. ‘’W-want you in me...’’ You can’t even lie to yourself at this point, you’re pent up and need him. The rest of unresolved feelings is something you’ll deal with later. 

‘’Fucking needy slut, maybe Yuji was right bringing you over here. Gonna get fucked by his bro like some passed around whore? Want him to stuff you too?’’

‘’N-no! Choso! P–please- ugh.. need you..only you!” You beg as you move your hips, your dignity dissolved a long time ago. 

Choso mumbles something under his breath and pushes his cock to slide in your creamy walls as you moan—desperately. His cock is large and it hurts way more than his fingers, he hasn’t bottomed out yet but you already feel suffocated.

‘’Ch-Choso!’’

‘’What is it, slut? Be patient.’’ He huffs, but he isn’t patient himself as he prods at your cunt deeper, you’re way too tight to take him, squeezing down the entirety (or at least most of what can fit) in your little hole and he has to sigh. Your back muscles contract as your helpless hands tug at the table while he thrusts deeper and deeper, he brings his torso close to yours so he’s next to your hair, which he removes.

‘’Does that feel good? You take me so well for a common whore, baby.’’ He whispers on your neck, you shudder and cry out. 

‘’Mhmagh- Cho-Cho! Y-yes..feels s-so good! Don’t stop! Cho–’’

‘’Are you fucking stupid? Don't…don’t tell me what to do.’’ He straightens himself and grabs your hips. His cock lunges in your cunt, he’s poking at what feels like your cervix, when he slaps your reddened ass. It should appall you, it should make you wince but he notices your pussy tightening and clamping down. So you’re enjoying this? What a nasty fucking slut that you are. 

‘’C-Cho– i ughn I’m cumming fuck!’’ You sob and he fastens his pace. You’re overstimulated, overly teased and over the edge. Your hands scratch against the table as his palms hold your head firm and to the side, he pushes you downward and thrusts his cock in and out, each pump making you gradually lose eyesight until you do… fully. Your vision darkens completely and you blink rapidly as you let go screaming.

‘’C-choso aagh!’’ But he doesn’t listen, his head’s too clouded with the need to fill you up, the need to have his cum seep out your hole as he grabs Yuji’s shirt next to him, rolls it around and hangs it over your neck. You’re being lifted—your back is arched upward, the angle is excruciatingly painful; you’re too sensitive and his cock slides way too deep.

‘’Shit– don’t have much to say now, huh?’’ He asks but you’re choking and fighting for air, your ass bumps against his groin and he needs about three thrusts and a hard final slap on your flesh to finish. 

‘’Fuuuck–shit, r-right there, stay the fuck up!’’ He orders, but it’s not like you have many places to go as you feel a warmth filling you up; it’s funny, you’ve never had anyone come inside before. His load spurts and trickles out and he lets go of the scarf made on the spot, falling on top of you.

He slowly slides his softening cock out and doesn’t tell you another word while his chest rises and falls on your back. He can’t lie to himself, you were too nice. The softness in your shivering skin and sad eyes was too kind. Maybe he shouldn’t have been that hard on you, slapping you like some fly. He clears his throat as he climbs off you. You remain laid out, you seem passed out or freshly dead—you sport multiple marks and semen falls down his counter.

‘’We have to clean up before Yuji gets back.’’ You can barely register what he says but you make out the ‘we’ in the beginning. At least he acknowledges your existence, you think as you try to find your friend’s shirt. 

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When Yuji returns Choso tells him you’re asleep. He can’t let him know he was cleaning bodily fluids off the kitchen counter. Yuji doesn’t ask more, he is excited to let Choso know about Megumi’s course and Choso listens, though he’s tired. By the time Yuji wakes up, you’re gone, having left a note behind that you ‘’didn’t feel well and changed the flight tickets.’’ When he tries calling you, you don’t pick up and he tells Choso.

‘’I’m sure she’s fine.’’ Choso made breakfast— it’s biking day, the sun shines and Yuji actually woke up earlier than expected (11 AM). His house feels silent, empty in a funny way, almost like you left and took its joy with you. Yuji is visibly upset but Choso reassures him everything’s fine.

‘’Yeah… I guess you’re right. You did say she felt sick yesterday..’’ He reminds him. Did he say that? Well, Choso thinks, it definitely sounds better than letting his little brother know of the sickening things he did— your punishment for daring to be his friend. Maybe he wasn’t lying to Yuji when he said that.

‘’I’ll try again later.’’ Yuji smiles. His voice doesn’t have its usual excitedness but Choso will work on it. He doesn’t have much time. 

‘’We’re still going, right?’’

‘’Sure.’’ Yuji smiles half-heartedly as he stands up.

He heads upstairs and Choso picks up the breakfast plates and puts them in the sink. He stands right at the spot he had you pinned twelve hours ago—defenseless and crying as he slapped you, facefucked you, fingered, choked and ultimately humiliated you. He knows the excuse that he made you cum and the way you looked at him barely holds up. Even if you liked him, it wasn’t right.

He is suddenly overcome by a wave of inexplicable emptiness. It’s a vicious cycle, he thinks. If it wasn’t you, it would’ve been someone else. He would have driven them away from Yuji in an effort to have him to himself. Then Yuji would be sad and he would feel responsible. It wasn’t ever really your fault. Yet, this wouldn’t have happened if you never showed up. It would have benefited all three. Maybe this was never a cycle; the loop would require equal components. You were a labyrinth, a complicated, long path and Yuji was the center. 

[forthegothicheroine]

I've made a post about great lesser-known noirs, but it occurs to me that some of you might not be familiar with the classics, and might want to know where to start. This is a ridiculously short list- I have a million more to talk about- but here are some of the big stars of the genre.

The Maltese Falcon: Sam Spade, a clever but callous private detective, gets wrapped up in intrigue relating to an artifact that is functionally cursed. If he's an unscrupulous character, just wait until you meet everyone else. The whole damn cast is electrifying, lending charm and cruelty in equal measure.

The Big Sleep: Philip Marlowe, a kinder and more poetic detective for Humphrey Bogart to play than Spade, is called upon to deal with a wealthy, dysfunctional family, and it keeps on getting weirder from there. Is the sharp-tongued Vivian Sternwood the femme fatale she seems, or is she just another person trying to find the right thing to do in desperate circumstances? And will she and Marlowe keep their hands off each other until the plot has had its last twist?

Double Indemnity: Rich housewife Phyllis Dietrichson and sleazy insurance agent Walter Neff are, by their own admission, rotten people. It's only natural that they should plot a murder together, and that they should turn on each other the very second things go wrong. Every single domestic murder movie since 1944 has ripped this off.

Kiss Me Deadly: This is nominally an adaptation of a Mike Hammer story. Screenwriter Bezzerides hated Mike Hammer. As depicted here, he is one of the worst people in the world. Depending on the cut of the film you see, he may inadvertently cause the nuclear apocalypse. (For once, the theatrical cut is darker.)

Sweet Smell of Success: Cruel, all-powerful columnist JJ Hunsecker wants his sister's boyfriend out of the way (for reasons that are, um, ambiguous.) To accomplish this, he enlists the biggest weasel in New York, Sidney Falco, and the two completely deserve each other as they spend the rest of the movie trading elaborate insults. Popular on tumblr for its dialogue and chemistry between the leads.

Sunset Boulevard: Broke screenwriter Joe Gillis thinks he can con a has-been into hiring him as a script doctor, and that's the last free decision he ever gets to make. From then on, his life is in the hands of Norma Desmond, silent film starlet turned crazed recluse, terrifying yet intensely pitiable. This is as much gothic horror as noir.

Ace in the Hole: The story of a man trapped in a cave is turning out to be a big hit in the newspaper, and if the publicity will make a reporter's career, then what's the harm in delaying rescue just for a little while? This is as vicious as noir gets, but damn it, you've just got to see what happens next. (Watch Jacob Geller's video Fear of the Depths after this.)

Sorry Wrong Number: Of all the films on this list, this is the one that really scared me. In the days of switchboards, a rich hypocondriac woman is connected to the wrong phone line and overhears a murder being planned. It doesn't take her long to figure out she's the intended victim, and each call she makes or recieves makes the situation darker. But how can she escape her fate if she can't- or won't leave her bed?

The Asphalt Jungle: The heist movie. Maybe the only heist movie ever made. Every line is quotable. Every member of the team is an unforgettable personality. When things go wrong, they go horribly wrong. One minute you're laughing, and the next minute you think you'll never laugh again.

Gun Crazy: Laurie and Bart, two practiced sharpshooters, are perhaps the most perfect match in all of noir- and that's a bad thing. When one half of the duo gets a criminal idea in their head, the other can't say no. When the opportunity to ditch her man like a sap comes up, the femme fatale throws it away to be doomed at his side. He fell in love with her when she first aimed a gun at him. Quentin Tarantino kissed star Peggy Cummins's feet at a showing of the film, and I hope she kicked him in the head.

Laura: Everyone was in love with Laura Hunt, and somebody killed her- or did they? Did they get the right person? Is the cop on the case in love with a dead woman? Was her columnist mentor just her gay best friend, or was there something darker beneath that facade? And what would Laura think of all this? A big inspiration on Twin Peaks.

In a Lonely Place: Bogart isn't at all heroic here, as a screenwriter with a drinking habit and a violent temper. He's obviously a bad idea to date, but just how bad an idea? He's not the type of guy who'd kill a woman, is he? Bogart and Gloria Holden give perhaps their best performances here, and they'll wound your soul.

Touch of Evil: A Mexican cop (played, unfortunately, by Charlton Heston) finds out a nasty secret about the big hero cop Hank Quinlan: he's framed the culprit in most of his cases. Not because he's crooked, but because his intuition tells him they're guilty. Director Orson Welles as Quinlan is frightening, grotesque, and a little bit tragic in what some consider the last classic noir.

The Killers: The first twenty minutes or so are an adaptation of a Hemingway story, where out of town hitmen gun down a man so depressed he won't even bother to run from them. The rest of the film is an investigation into how he got that way. It had something to do with a radiant gangster's girl, and something to do with a few botched crimes. Sometimes a man can die before the bullets even touch him.

The Third Man: Everybody is lying about the whereabouts of an American expatriate named Harry when his friend comes looking. Did they do something to him? Or, more frightening still, is he the one who's been doing things to other people? Orson Welles is a more charming monster than he was in Touch of Evil; the light and shadows on his face cast him as a vampire, while his fingers sticking up through the sewer grate look like something terrifying emerging from the earth.

[bitchface24-7]

MY HEROS - JAYVIK X READER

submission for @pebble-bb

synopsis: You and your two partners finally scheduled a day off to just relax. Work in the lab hasn't gone anywhere due to stress and frustration. You're excited to have a full day to just rewind and be with the two men you love. Until a spider ruins your day.

warnings: reader has arachnophobia (specifically requested), Viktor and Jayce comfort the reader, Viktor deals with the spider, and honestly fluff all around, Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/m/f or m/m/m

p.s. I understand your frustration at portrayals of bug phobias Pebble. I too have arachnophobia and my mum teases me about it. I'm going to use my story from my childhood on how I became scared of spiders in this story. Don't worry, no brushing off or teasing here! Pure self-indulgent comfort!

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It’s been so long since you three have had a proper day off. Honestly being able to sleep in and have the warmth of the sun wake you up rather than an annoying alarm has already put you in a much better mood. Jayce making breakfast as you and Viktor enjoy sweet milk at the kitchen nook is even better.

You get to watch Jayce dance around the kitchen in nothing but pyjama pants and a frilly pink heart-adorned apron. Viktor got it as a gag gift for Jayce a few years ago now, but Jayce unironically loved it, purely because Viktor gave it to him. Now, whenever Jayce cooks, that apron is on.

Viktor and Jayce are in a heated debate regarding which egg type is best. You just smile at them and finish your sweet milk, going to the reading nook you three set up. It’s cozy. Dark wood, little lamps on the wall, a wall of windows, and deep purple bedding that's soft to the touch. You can't recall how many times a pair of you or all three of you squished into this nook to just read in each other's presence.

You pick up the book you've been dying to read, now finally having a full day off to enjoy it, when something catches your attention in the corner of your eye.

It’s a spider.

It’s about the size of a hexgem, fluffy, and black. You think it is a tarantula; they're harmless, honestly good for catching houseflies and mosquitoes. But its a spider none the less, and you're anxiety has spiked ten fold. You just stare at the spider as you slowly lower your book and make your way back to the kitchen, not taking your eyes off of it.

Eventually, you make it back to the kitchen to spot your two partners, still arguing about eggs.

“Scrambled is the best!”

“If you like your eggs to feel like rubber! Sunny side up is the best!”

“If you like to make a mess like a child, you— Darling. What's wrong?”

Their argument ceases at the sight of you. You look like a child in all honesty. The way you're wringing your hands and shuffling on your feet.

“Sorry, I— I didn't mean to bother you guys on our day off but there's a spider in the reading nook and—”

Viktor casually stands up, grabbing his cane to walk with you, “and you want one of us to deal with it.”

“Yes please.” you lightly nod.

You and Viktor walk to the nook as Jayce continues to make breakfast. The walk is short but to you a pit of doom encapsulates your stomach. What if the spider moved? What if its closer than before? What if—

Your panicking thoughts are stopped once you see the spider hasn't moved, and Viktor reaches up and puts it in his hand, cupping the spider with his other hand.

“Darling, could you be a dear and open one of those windows for me? So I can put the spider outside?”

Without question, you rush to the window and open it. It’s lightly raining but you'd rather deal with a lightly damp windowsill than that fuzzy beast.

Viktor ambles over and puts his hands outside the window, allowing the spider to leave his palm. It walks out calmly, over the windowsill and up the apartment building. Viktor casually puts his hands back into the apartment and closes the window.

And with that, your anxiety is gone.

“Sounds like Jayce is done with breakfast, why don't we clean up a bit and join him at the table, hmm?”

All you can do is gratefully nod.

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As you and Viktor come back to the main part of the apartment, you see your seats are already set up. Your eggs are done to perfection. In the center of the table is a bowl of berries, a plate of buttered toast, and a plate of bacon.

“Is everything okay?” Jayce asks, a concerned tone evident in every syllable.

The two of you just nod and take your seats, “It was a spider.”

Jayce hums at Viktor's response, “Gotcha. You doing good babe?”

“I’m good. Thanks for not teasing me.”

Viktor and Jayce look at each other in confusion, “Why would we tease you?”

You sigh heavily as you go to drink another glass of sweet milk, “When I was little, about four years old, I was in the apartment alone. My parents were outside on the balcony, and a massive tarantula was crawling towards me. I mean like— the size of my fist big. That's pretty fucking big for a four-year-old. I was screaming and crying because I had never seen a spider that big before, my mum heard me panicking and killed the spider with a can of air freshener. Ever since then, I've been afraid of spiders. Other bugs get to me too like wasps, and centipedes. But spiders take the cake. My mum teases me every time I squick out over a spider, or bug in general.”

Viktor and Jayce hum in understanding, “That is quite scary, especially as a four-year-old. That type of fear is completely understandable.”

“Yeah!” Jayce adds as he puts a hand over yours, “We’d never make fun of you for something like that. Would you make fun of us? Would you make fun of my fear of the cold and snow storms?”

“What?!” you gasp appalled, “Absolutely not!”

Viktor chims in, “Would you make fun of my fear of being forgotten?”

“No!”

The two men smile sweetly at you, “Then we're not going to make fun of your fear of spiders. We all have fears, they're a natural part of life.”

And with that, the three of you eat breakfast in peace. Well relative peace. Jayce and Viktor are now arguing about which type of chocolate is better.

You wouldn't change this for the world, you sigh contently as you sip your sweet milk, looking lovingly at the two men in your life.

You wouldn't change a goddamn thing.

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I hope y'all enjoyed this little fluffy ball of goodness! Especially you @pebble-bb!! This is the first submission I've ever gotten and I hope I did this right. It didn't come to my inbox like an ask so I just made a new file and ensured Pebble was @’d LOL.

Anyways, continue with the asks/submissions! I currently have four drafts waiting to be worked on LMAO, should I make a greeting post and pin it with rules and all that stuff? I'm honestly down to write whatever, but if something does squick me out I'll deny it.