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oh my god… don’t understand wheelchair maintenance

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A Slice of Heaven ~ Part One

Summary: When Jensen stumbles across Melody Meringue on a cam website, he just can’t forget her and his obsession blurs the lines between right and wrong.

Warnings: masterbation, camgirl, mention of anal.

Word Count: 1.7k

AN: This can be read as a standalone and has very little - if any - darkness to it. However, Jensen will start to turn dark in the later parts. 

Also this is my first time writing for Jensen so I hope you enjoy!

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It all started with a crass joke made by Cougar. Like most of his jokes, Jensen was there but of it. He was used to it by now but something about the way Cougar patronised him about how he wouldn’t understand because of his inability to make a woman look his way just got under his skin. 

Even as Jensen made his way home later that night he was still seething. His anger wasn’t directed at Cougar but at women in general. Why didn’t they pay him any attention? He was just as fit as Cougar, just as smart as him too, probably more so given everything he could do with a computer, but women still ignored him.

He was too potent up to eat so instead Jensen logged onto his laptop and opened up a private browser. He hardly had to type in the first word before google knew what he wanted, offering up the direct link. He was greeted with a black screen and bold red words slowly started to appear. Hot single and lonely.

Jensen pulled his laptop to the edge of his desk and reached into the draw, searching for the secret little satin bag with one hand while his other scrolled down the website. He wasn’t sure what he was in the mood for tonight but he was having fun looking at all the choices. He was tossing up between a best friend threesome and a horny stepmom when a little notification along the top left of the screen caught his eye. 

Melody Meringue is about to go live. Click here to join. 

Jensen had never really been one for cam girls, he preferred to be able to to skip to the good parts but there was something about the little miniature image of you. There you were kneeling on your bed, a white babydoll covering your sensuous curves, and a golden mask covering the top half of your face. He couldn’t help but click on the link. 

It was free to join so Jensen figured you must be pretty new to the scene. You mustn't have amassed enough followers yet for them to charge a joining fee. 

You hadn’t started the session yet so while Jensen was waiting for it to begin he headed to the kitchen, his little satin bag in hand. He still had enough time to boil some water before you were meant to start, plus Jensen figured you wouldn’t get to the good stuff for a while, wanting to go through as many pay barriers as possible. 

When the water started to bubble over, Jensen opened up his most recent purchase. It was pitiful that he had had to stoop so low, relying on a flashlight to keep him company. Maybe if women weren’t so shallow and vapid, he’d have a real pussy to fuck. 

By the time his toy had warmed up enough and was once again sitting in front of his screen, you were ready to start. 

‘Well, it looks like I have a nice big turnout tonight. Thank you all so much, you really do know how to make a girl feel special.’ Jensen swallowed thickly. Your voice was so perfect, so sweet and innocent. He could already tell a girl like you didn’t belong on a seedy website like this. 

‘To any newcomers, I’m Melody Meringue and here’s how this is going to work. I’m here to please you, to make sure you have a good time and the best way to ensure that is to click on the little dollar sign down the bottom. There’ll be a list of actions I can perform for you, each with a different amount attached. However if there’s anything you’d like to see that isn’t listed just send me a message and I’m sure we’ll be able to arrange something.’ 

All of that seemed fairly standard to Jensen, despite never having seen a show like this before and he was surprised by how many messages there were already. They ranged from ‘c’mon Melody. Let Daddy see those gorgeous tits’ all the way to much more crude messages ‘I want to see that big purple dildo up your ass this time’. A wave of heat flushed through Jensen as he read that last message. He could barely imagine a sweet thing like you taking something up the ass but god, did he want to see it. 

With one hand Jensen fumbled with his best while his other filled the fleshlight with lube. He was already straining against his pants and he was desperate to get off with you.

He watched with eager eyes as your hands travelled up your luscious body and squeezed your tits together, letting the flesh pop out over the top. How he wanted to bury his face on your chest, kissing and nuzzling the tender skin there. Or slide his cock between your tits, coating them in his essence. 

Jensen had no idea how long he had been watching but you’d discarded the chiffon babydoll and bra you had one underneath when the first paywall came up. It was only $5 to keep on going and Jensen was definitely hooked enough to keep on watching. Plus his dick was now aching from how hard he was. 

He was brought back to your image as you knelt on the bed, your hands dancing along your nearly naked body. The lighting had changed slightly, becoming slightly darker and more sensual as you prepared to go further into your show. After about a minute of you teasing the audience, waiting for everyone to join back in. ‘It’s so lovely to see so many of you interested in little ol’ me. Well… really I guess you’re actually more interested in this pretty little pussy aren’t you?’ You gripped your cunt over the thin material of your panties and slowly gyrated your hips as you rubbed yourself. ‘Don’t you worry Baby. I’m gonna give you exactly what you want.’ 

Jensen let out a soft gasp as you barred yourself to the camera. He definitely had to admit you really did have a very pretty little pussy. Even from the angle of the camera he could see your slick as it dripped out onto your thighs. His cock was pulsing against his stomach, firm and flushed with precum dribbling down from the tip. He was so hard he couldn’t bear being untouched anymore so he gingerly eased himself into the little hole of his fleshlight, wishing it was you. 

He was so sensitive and the warmed silicone was almost too much as it contracted, pulling him in even further. His eyes were glued to you as you moved on the bed, leaning back so that the camera had a clear shot of your fingers swirling around in your slick, rubbing your precious little clit as you let out moan after moan and Jensen turning his volume up to the max, not wanting to miss a single sound coming from you. 

Jensen had never felt this desperate to cum. He was so close to typing a message to you, begging you to cum for him so he could too. He refused to do it before he got to see the pleasure course its way over your body, but the familiar tightening in his gut had a different idea in mind. 

He watched enamoured as you slipped one finger into your wet hole, and then another one, scissoring them together while your palm brushed against your clit. You were a heavenly sight as you fingered yourself harder and faster and Jensen was right on the edge about to let his own release overpower him. He was so freaking close, his knuckles turning white as they gripped the toy desperately but suddenly, your image was gone. 

And just like that, so was Jensen’s orgasm. 

He huffed as he approved the next paywall. It was slightly more expensive than the first but Jensen didn’t even pay attention to the price, he needed to see you again too badly. 

When the stream resumed you were once again kneeling on the bed, this time with a cute little rabbit in your hands. You were lathering it up with lube, pumping it generously and Jensen twitched in excitement. He wanted to see your perfectly manicured hand wrapped around him. 

You pouted towards the camera as you continued your work, pushing out your plump lips. ‘I wish you were here so I could have your cock but instead I guess I’ll have to settle for this one.’ Jensen could hear the faint squelch when you sank down onto the bulbous tip.  Only the small flared base poked out and you smiled rakishly at the camera. 

‘Tell me Baby. Do you wanna see me fuck myself like this or are you gonna let me turn on the vibrations?’ Jensen eagerly reached for the keyboard, typing his first message of the night. 

Of course you can Honey. I wanna see you come apart for me.

He hit send before he could see anyone else's messages. He wanted to pretend it was only you and him in this show. 

You must have read his message on your small tablet because a smile lit up your features. ‘Thank you Baby. You’re gonna make me cum so hard. I’m already so close.’ 

The soft hum of vibrations echoed through Jensen’s speakers and even louder were your moans as they fell from your lips. Jensen slid the fleshlight over his cock in time with your bounces and if he squinted he could almost pretend you were right there in front of him, bouncing up and down on his cock. H

He could tell you were close as you reached up to grasp your tits. ‘I’m gonna… please. Please let me cum Baby. God I need to. Please!’ You begged the camera and a string of approval filled the chat. ‘Thank you Baby. I -’ your sentence broke off half way through as your orgasm washed over you. Jensen could see your muscles tense and convulse as the pleasure rushed its way through you and he felt his own orgasm crash over him. His breath came in spurts as he filled the toy with his seed. 

You stuck around a little longer, thanking your patrons and reminding them of your times and Jensen made a little mental note, promising that he wouldn’t miss any of them. 

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I’ll Be Your Princess Too | A Fennec Shand x Reader Story

Gif: @bestintheparsec

Pairing: Fennec Shand x Reader (fem; no y/n)

Word Count: 2.6k

Rated: E  | Warnings: NSFW – explicit sexual content, Fennec gives the strap, cum as lube, squirting, oral sex (f receiving), dirty talk. Open relationships; reader is also involved with Boba Fett. Mild language. 18+ only.

A/N: I promise this isn’t Boba slander, but Fennec does get a couple good hits in. Also, the reader’s relationship with Boba is left undefined but I want to make it clear that she doesn’t cheat on him. They have an understanding of sorts that works for them. The reader is also bi/pan/whatever suits you best! I just know my little bi heart would want both of them.

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I’ll Be Your Princess Too

You tiptoed out of the quarters you shared with Tatooine’s newest king and through the dark halls of the underground complex. Boba was sound asleep after a particularly grueling day. You’d coaxed a few details out of him when he’d first retired for the night, but it was much the same as every other day. While he was a cunning and perceptive leader, he had little patience for the more diplomatic aspects of his position. He’d often remarked to you that some problems were better solved with a blaster. That night you’d suggested he vent with his own frustrations not with words but action. Reclining on his bed, you parted your legs and offered yourself to him. He accepted with a genuine smile.

Judging by the silence that had fallen over the old Hutt castle, that was hours ago.

Slipping into the commissary, you scoured the cabinets for something small to quell your midnight cravings. You selected a dish of muja fruit imported from Naboo. It was something of a delicacy in the Outer Rim. Biting into the ripe flesh, the sweet juices flooded your mouth and you hummed in delight. So lost in the flavor and the solitude offered by the late hour, you startled when the mechanical door behind you suddenly slid open.

Fennec Shand watched you from the threshold. The former mercenary was a woman to be feared across the galaxy and in your months at the palace, you’d quickly learned that nothing slipped past the sharpshooter’s perceptive gaze. What she was looking for in you, you had no idea.

“What are you still doing up, princess?” Chills erupted across your bare skin despite yourself at her subtle mocking. The endearment always felt different when it slipped past her lips. When Boba bestowed it upon you, it settled in your heart. When she said it… well, it struck something deeper. Something you didn’t understand.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you replied quietly. You cursed your voice for failing you. Around Shand, your confidence gave way to an uncertainty and hesitation that was unlike you. When she didn’t give so much as a shifting expression in response, you held out your plate of fruit in silent offering.

Unaffected, she moved deeper into the room to fetch her favorite spotchka, quickly uncorking it and drinking straight from the bottle. If history had any bearing, you figured that was the end of your interaction and you turned your attention back to your fruit. But after she’d taken a long pull, she spoke again.

“Then Fett didn’t fuck you properly.”

You gaped at her. You weren’t surprised at her cutting assessment or cool delivery. What confused you was the hint of a challenge lacing her tone and shining through her dark eyes. A challenge you returned.

“Think you could do better?” you asked, excitement stirring inside you.

Shand didn’t say anything for a drawn-out moment as she eyed you. Before you could even start to worry that you’d misread the situation, the corner of her mouth quirked upward in the smallest hint of a smile.

“Yes.”

… . …

From your position on your back, reclined against the single pillow on her small bunk, you watched Shand’s every move as she strapped on the harness. Wearing only a thin black tunic and a pair of sensible briefs, it was the most you’d ever seen of her and you catalogued every scar that marked her skin. They were signs not of her weakness but of her strength. Of her survival. Your eyes were drawn back to her hands as she turned to you. Anticipation swelled in your belly as she tightened the straps with a little more force than strictly necessary. She was showing off. For you.

Anticipation turned to pure arousal when you saw the size of the dildo she planned to fuck you with. “Oh, gods,” you sighed around a hysterical laugh. With the back of your hand thrown over your eyes, you attempted to compose yourself.

“Is my cock bigger than Fett’s, princess?” she asked. You peaked at her and found a smile fit for a Loth-wolf. The first real smile you’d seen on the woman and it was for you.

“Well,” you started as you searched for a diplomatic answer. You were not really one to talk about your lover’s prowess with others. Compared to her toy, what Boba lacked in length, he more than made up for in girth. “He is rather well-endowed, but I think you will satisfy me in an entirely different way.”

She nodded, apparently pleased with your answer. Kneeling on the bed, she hiked up your white silk shift and pulled your matching panties down your legs, knocking your knees apart in the process.

“You’re still dripping with his cum,” she observed, nonplused. She swiped a hand through your soaked folds. Locking eyes with you as she stroked her cock, Shand issued her final warning. “I’m going to make this messy little cunt mine.”

You clenched around nothing at her words and she laughed at your body’s reaction to her. Shand traced her tip through your folds and around your clit, teasing you until you writhed under her, whining in frustration. Her cockiness only turned you on. You felt her notch her tip at your entrance and you took a deep breath as you waited for her to enter you. Then, with a serious look and a raised brow, she asked for your permission.

“Fuck me,” you breathed, nodding your consent. “Show me you’re more than just talk.”

You got exactly what you’d asked for. 

With a roll of her hips, Shand sheathed herself in you. You cried out, body arching off the bed and begging for more. Without waiting for you to adjust – not needing to you as you’d been properly stretched out and prepared by Boba earlier – she pulled out and slammed back in again and again, punching the very air out of your lungs. You glanced down between your bodies to where her body met yours. Every time she withdrew, you caught a glimpse of your arousal coating the dildo. It only made you wetter and you groaned at the sight as you fell back against the bed.

“Oh fuck,” you mewled, as you gasped for breath. “Yes, yes, yes!”

With each stroke, she went deeper and deeper inside you, filling your aching pussy like no one ever had before. You savored the slap of her thighs against the back of yours as she pounded into you. The first tears pearled at the corners of your eyes, but you didn’t wipe them away. You wanted her to see what she did to you and your whimpers only spurred her on.

“You like it when it hurts a little, don’t you?” Fennec asked. Her cool demeanor reflected the way she fucked you. She was in control.

You nodded against the pillow with a dizzy little smile. You lifted your slip, bunching up the fabric to reveal your chest to her. You keened under her gaze as she admired the way your tits bounced in time with her thrusts. Putting on a show for her, you squeezed and fondled your breasts, pinching your nipples until they were hard and perky. She wasn’t one to say much but when her hands gripped your hips tighter, hard enough to leave bruises Boba would see later, you knew she liked it.

And you… you liked her.

“Fennec,” you pleaded, speaking her name perhaps for the first time, “kiss me.”

Pushing your knees to your chest, she bent over you and slotted her mouth against yours. Her tongue licked at the seam of your lips, seeking entrance you granted easily. Her lips were surprisingly soft and moved perfectly with yours. Like you were made for each other. Your chest hollowed at the taste of her and you cupped her cheeks, unwilling to part for a moment. It was like you’d spent years wandering Tatooine’s dry desert and only her kiss could quench your thirst. By some miracle, she only deepened the kiss.

Even as she kissed you, Fennec’s hips never stopped their steady pace and you felt yourself cresting higher and higher at the deeper angle. You encircled your arms around her neck, wanting to hold her close. But when she shredded against something divine and you threw your head back in pleasure, lips parting from hers as desperate, breathy moans escaped you.

Eyes screwed shut, you focused on the sensation of her breath against your skin, her body moving with yours, her cock filling you deliciously. It was all too much. Then Fennec gripped your chin and forced you to look at her. You noticed the sweat on her brow and the few strands of hair slipped out of her perfect plait. She commanded you through gritted teeth. “Cum on my cock, princess.”

Without warning, she changed her tactic, abandoning her deep thrusts to focus the head of her cock on that spongy soft spot inside you. As you came, falling apart with a wail for the whole castle to hear, you soaked her and the sheets. Every nerve in your body burned as pleasure licked through your veins like wildfire. You willingly succumbed to the inferno, body and soul.

Eyes still shut and ears ringing, her name fell from your lips as a whisper. Fen, Fen, Fen. Your tight cunt squeezed her length as she fucked you through your orgasm, yet she kissed you with a gentleness you never knew she was capable of, breathing air back into your lungs.

When you finally slipped back into consciousness, Fennec pulled out carefully. Before she moved off the bed, she stopped to admire her work. Your pussy was still pulsing and you could feel the dampened sheets beneath you. She looked down at you with half lidded eyes and her head held high and you knew she was proud. She only had one word for you. “Mine.”

“Only if you can share.”

She shrugged and moved away from the bed to take off her harness. “Can he?”

“We have an understanding.” She didn’t say anything, but she was pleased with your answer. She must’ve expected it.

A moment later, she returned to you. She laid on her side with a bent arm propping up her head and watched you come down from your high with a satisfied smirk. You mirrored her position. Even the dim light failed to soften her as she relaxed next to you. Fennec looked as powerful as she did with a rifle in hand. But you were starting to see what laid beneath her hard exterior.

Reaching out carefully, you dared soothe a hand over the toned muscle of her arm, across her strong shoulder, and down her sweat-slicked chest. Cupping her breast, you squeezed the tender flesh through her tunic. Fennec’s lashes fluttered at the gesture though she resisted the temptation to let her eyes slip shut and give in to your touch. But you felt the way her breath hitched beneath your hand. Exhausted and perfectly sated, you were on the verge of sleep and yet you wanted more. You wanted her. “Fen,” you called to her softly, as you circled her hardening nipple through her shirt with the pad of your finger, “I want to make you feel good now.”

“Don’t worry, princess,” she smirked, “I’m not finished with you yet.”

“Then take your clothes off and spread your legs for me,” you suggested with a smile.

“No,” she replied tersely. You were confused for a moment before she continued. “I want to sit on this pretty face.”

You beamed at her. “You think I’m pretty?”

“I don’t know how Fett puts up with your mouth,” she mumbled. But there was no bite to her comment. You liked this new playful side.

“I’ll show you.” You licked your lips. “Let me taste you.”

Pushing you on your back, she kissed you soundly. Only when the two of you parted for air did you notice she’d wriggled out of her briefs. You tapped your finger on your lips, and she obliged you, quickly moving to straddle your face. The thought crossed your mind that she could probably crush you between her thighs if she was so inclined, but you decided that was the only way you’d want to go.

With a soft touch, you caressed her thighs, encouraging her to open up even further for you, and ran your hands up her body. As your fingers brushed the hem of her shirt, you hoped she’d take the hint and strip it off. Surprisingly, she listened. Now almost completely bare to you, your eyes darted across her body to take her in. She still wore a black band that covered the biomechanics in her midsection that allowed her to live. It was nothing short of a miracle that she was with you that night and you couldn't help but think that she was as beautiful as she was strong. You tucked that thought away for another time

“I like your perky tits, Fen,” you cooed instead as you kissed a hot trail across the inside of her thigh toward her center. For the first time since you’d met Fennec, her cheeks rouged, and a burst of confidence surged through you. Sliding your hands around to her ass, you pulled her cunt to your mouth and sealed your lips to her slick core. You hummed against her and pulled away just to tell her how sweet she tasted before diving back in. Her breathy little moan was reward enough.

You flattened your tongue against her folds a few times before swirling the tip of it around her clit. You suckled the little bundle of nerves and her thighs clenched around your head. As pleasure seemed to overtake her, she ground her core against your face, and you focused your attention there. You pulled delicious sighs from her, the like of which you didn’t know she was capable of, as you devoured her until she was shaking above you and coming on your tongue.

Before she could slip away from you, you kissed her clit. She rolled her eyes at you but smiled. A flustered Fennec was a sight to behold. As she moved off your face, you sat up, arms wrapping around her as you kissed her stomach, her tits, her neck, and then finally her lips, letting her taste herself. “See?” you murmured against her lips, “You’re actually very sweet.”

She sighed but relaxed into your hold for a moment.

“Let’s clean up,” she suggested eventually.

“I’ll be ready for round three after,” you said around a yawn as you stood on shaky legs.

Fennec looked puzzled over your tally for a moment before she scoffed. “So, Fett only lasted one round?”

“He was tired,” you defended.

“And so are you.”

You failed to hide your surprise when she guided you back to bed but you knew better than to question it. You prized your place in Boba’s bed and beside his throne, but he wouldn’t miss you that night. As the two of you slipped between the fresh sheets, a flash of uncertainty crossed her face.

“You’re his princess,” she said quietly, as if thinking out loud. But it was a needless worry.

“I’ll be your princess too,” you promised.

Perhaps in a rare moment of sentimentality, Fennec gathered you into her arms and kissed you. One kiss turned into two and then three. You couldn’t tell how long you lied there together, lips coming together and pulling apart again and again.

“Oh, my sweet Fen,” you whispered, “I’m going to fall in love with you.”

“Maybe I’ll let you,” she teased. But you knew what she really meant. Somehow, you’d slipped past her hard exterior. And somehow, this woman you’d hardly exchanged more than a few words with, only ever admired from afar, had a hold of your heart. You’d always known you were someone with too much love to give.

“Sleep, princess,” she commanded gently.  

That time, your heart soared at the endearment.

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fluids. || Hanamaki Takahiro x Reader x Matsukawa Issei

A/N: Honestly, I don’t even know what to say about that one, apart from that I am deeply sorry and will see you all in hell. 

Genre: smut (pure filth)

Summary: Y/N wants to try something and being the perfect and willing friends, Matsukawa and Hanamaki help her with her problem.

Warnings: where do I even begin   cursing, cum eating, threesome, butt stuff (lots of butt stuff), a lot of toys, double penetration, spitting, slight humiliation, slight slut shaming, spanking, oral giving and receiving, dom!Matsukawa, dom!Hanamaki, sub!Reader, mentions of MxM, lots of fingering, have I mentioned toys?

Word count: 7.406

Hanamaki and Matsukawa were your best friends for years. You trusted them with your life. So why were you so nervous just at the thought of asking them that dreaded question.

You were currently in their shared apartment, a place you visited quite regularly due to your horrible roommate in your college dorm. You were all spread over their three-seater couch, a generous donation of Mattsun’s aunt after all cheaper couches were way too small for the former volleyball players who by now were pretty close to the 190 cm mark.

“You’ve been uncharacteristically quiet today.”

You flinched a bit, and it would have been unnoticeable, if you weren’t laying across their laps, with your head on Makki’s thigh and your thighs over Mattsun’s. The former only raised his eyebrows at your reaction at his question and Mattsun soon joined him in his questioning glare. Suddenly feeling cornered you shrunk a bit under their gaze, clearing your throat quietly.

“It’s nothing.”

Makki’s eyebrows rose even higher and you desperately tried avoiding his eyes, finally sitting up, successfully eliminating your physical contact with them.

“Yah, what’s up with you?” Mattsun looked legitimately concerned, his eyebrows nearly meeting in the middle.

“You shouldn’t make a face like that or it’ll stay.” He rolled his eyes at your teasing, while you mustered a grin, standing upright after. “I just need to take a piss, no need to worry!” With that you sauntered off to the bathroom, hoping that they would’ve forgotten that awkward conversation when you got back.

You didn’t need to pee at all. You just stood there in front of the mirror, not believing your own stupidity. How could you even think about asking that question? How could you even think about them in that context? An exasperated sigh left your lips. Hopefully, they wouldn’t press on the matter further.

For good measure, you pressed on the flush and washed your hands, so they wouldn’t be suspicious.

“When you’re already standing you can bring me another beer!” Hanamaki waved his empty bottle in your direction with a grin and you felt relief washing over you. They decided to drop it, thank god. “Wait, wait!” Mattsun reached for his bottle on the table, finishing the remains in three large gulps before extending the bottle your way, too. “Just be thankful I feel guilty for crashing here so often!” You rolled your eyes with a grin but reached for their bottles anyways. On your way to the kitchen, you heard Mattsun’s loud burp behind you, commented with a deep laugh that could only belong to your light-haired friend. “Gross!” You commented while taking new cool bears out of the fridge, putting new ones in from the stack of beer crates, conveniently located right next to it.

It wasn’t really that much of a deal though, was it? You were back in your previous position and again the thoughts invaded your mind. They were your best friends. And they were on their third beer over the course of like two hours, so they had a bit of alcohol in their blood but weren’t drunk. You always felt comfortable around them. And even if you didn’t, they made sure you were loosening up soon enough.

The episode of the sports anime you originally convinced them to watch was forgotten, you just had to watch it at home to be up to date again. Should you just ask them? Maybe you shouldn’t have stopped after your second beer. Maybe you would have more courage then.

“You guys are bi, right?” Both heads turned to you in an instant. “That’s what you were so worked up over?” Makki sounded downright appalled, expecting something much bigger than that. “I thought you knew that?” Mattsun sounded as unbelieving as his friend, both paying no mind to the show anymore, just watching you squirm again.

It was uncomfortable under their stares, but at the same time, touching both of them made you feel a bit more confident.

“No, I mean, I knew that but… that means you both have experience with guys, right?” Your eyes were focused on your hands on your stomach fidgeting away. “Yes, we fucked a couple of times if that’s what you’re asking.” Mattsun’s dry answer made you shoot up in shock, nearly hitting Makki in the chin on the way. “What? No, that was NOT what I was asking! You did what? When?” That was an outcome you really didn’t anticipate. Makki laughed behind you, apparently finding your reaction incredibly amusing.

“Why are you asking, princess, wanna join in?”

That was not what you had planned at all. You felt your face heating up, eyes fixated on the old hardwood floor. “Fuck, you do?” You don’t think you have ever seen Mattsun’s eyes as wide as they are now.

“NO. I mean kind of. I mean not really. I didn’t even know you two fucked!” You were waving your hands around nervously, still avoiding eye contact.

“Okay, okay. Let’s calm down for a second. Take a sip and then tell us what you’ve been thinking about.” Makki seemed equally as surprised as Mattsun (and as you, tbh), but still tried to take control over the situation, handing you his beer bottle.

“It’s just… with you being bi and having experience with guys… you have tried anal, right?” Your face was burning with embarrassment at this point. You were nervously clutching the bottle, rolling it around in your hands, completely missing the look the other two shared.

“Yeah, what about it?” Mattsun scooted a bit closer, trying to make his voice as soft as possible, to not stir your nervousness even more.

“I have never really tried it. I mean I haven’t had a serious boyfriend in the last years, you know that but I’m really curious and I kind of tried it, but I didn’t really work, and I kind of want advice.” Your voice kept going quieter in the end and you still couldn’t bring yourself to lift your head.

Makki cleared his throat. “Verbal or physical advice?” You bit your lip. Now or never. “I don’t know.” You were a wimp. “Look at us, princess.”

Both of them had serious expressions on their face when you finally met their eyes, but they were in no way angry or disgusted. Thank god.

“I mean, I totally get why you’re curious, but if you tried it and it didn’t really work, maybe you don’t like it?” Mattsun offered you a small smile, but you just shook your head wildly. “All my friends say it’s great. And I don’t even know if I tried it correctly. I didn’t do any research or something like that. That’s why I want advice!” You began talking faster again, flaying your hands wildly in the air and nearly making a mess, if Makki hadn’t taken the bottle out of your grasp right before. His fingers remained around your wrist, slowly taking your hand in his. “Stay calm, princess, we’re not judging you. What did you try exactly?” You could see the slight blush on his cheeks when he asked that question and seeing him a bit nervous made you feel a bit better.

“Just a bit fingering. I mean I tried, but it didn’t even go in.” Makki smiled a bit at the way you whined, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. “Did you use enough lube?” You turned to him with wide eyes. “I didn’t use any.” Mattsun let out a scandalous gasp. “Oh god, princess, of course, it didn’t really work. Lube is like the most important part of anal play!”

A blush adorned your cheeks once again. “I don’t have any at home, I usually don’t need it.” Both their eyebrows rose high at your statement and you buried your face in your hands.

“Okay. If I understand that correctly, you want us to try anal with you.” It was more of a statement than a question, but you nodded, face still immerged in your hands.

“Okay. Okay.” Mattsun sounded a bit overwhelmed with the situation. “We can’t really do anything today. We ate a lot of ramen like two hours ago and drank beer. And trust me, doing butt stuff after eating is not the perfect way. Especially not for your first time.” Maybe you were reading him wrong.

“Come here, princess.” They pulled you on their laps again and you finally looked them in the eyes again. “No need to be ashamed anymore, okay? I mean we’re down for it. You got a cute butt.” Makki grinned at you in a way that made you immediately feel more at ease, but the following pinch to your butt made you yelp in surprise. They both laughed and after a short moment, you joined them as well.

Why were you even worried? They were your best friends. You have nothing to be ashamed of in front of them. They have done way more embarrassing things in front of you for there to be any kind of space for shame.

“We shouldn’t do much today, but we could still set some guidelines, are you okay with that?” Mattsun had scooted all the way over to Makki, you being perched on one of each of their thighs. “Guidelines?”, you echoed dumbly, turning your head to look him in the eyes. “Yeah, well, anal is a very sexual thing. So it obviously has to be sexually enjoyable. And if we would know what you like beforehand, it would kind of help!” He grinned wickedly at you, hands finding their place at your hips, thumbs softly caressing the skin between your sweatpants and your shirt.

“Oh.” Oh. You didn’t really think that far. Of course, it was something sexual. It is called anal sex for fucks sake. You knew it was something sexual. But still, the topic of the conversation together with you being on their laps made a blush rise to your cheeks again.

“Don’t be shy, princess.” You felt Makki shift a bit, leaning forward until his lips were on your neck, nipping lightly at the soft skin.

“Well, I don’t really like being in control.” You finally brought some words over your lips, feeling Makki’s lips change into a grin at your neck.

“Wouldn’t have guessed that the way you were practically begging both of us to train your asshole.” Mattsun’s amused words sent a shiver down your spine. You couldn’t deny that this situation turned you on a bit.

A whimper escaped you when Makki bit down on a particularly sensitive spot and both boys chuckled behind you. “You should come next Friday. And stay for the weekend. Is that alright?” His tone was surprisingly casual. Weren’t they affected in any way? “That works for me,” you still answered softly.

“Perfect. Why don’t you turn around for us, princess?” Mattsun pinched your hips in an invitational manner and you got up to straddle their thighs right afterward.

“Are you alright with kissing?” Each one had a hand on your thigh, Makki’s even laying right under the curve of your butt.

“What kind of question is that? I want you to put something in my ass, of course, I’m alright with kissing!” They chuckled at your answer before Makki leaned forward to capture your lips with his. It was soft at first. Not a lot of tongue. He cautiously tested your boundaries, starting with little pecks, and working his way up to a slow and sensual kiss.

Mattsun’s hands had begun roaming your body, pinching and grabbing everywhere, but never on any of the places where you wanted him.

That was until Makki straight up grabbed your ass to pull you closer towards their bodies. A surprised gasp escaped you and he used that to deepen the kiss, practically ravishing your mouth. Mattsun by now has moved on under your shirt, his rough fingers caressing your sensitive sides, making you shiver in the process. Soon his hands started kneading your breasts over your bra and you moaned in Makki’s mouth when they suddenly both retreated. You whined at your loss, eyes switching between them pleadingly.

“Look at you,” Mattsun cooed, his hand moving up to squish your cheeks slightly together. “We haven’t really done anything and you’re already so desperate.”

He then leaned towards you, kissing you for the first time himself. His lips were softer than Makki’s, but he used more force, pressing his tongue into your mouth almost immediately. But there were no roaming hands this time. And Mattsun soon leaned back again, a thin trail of saliva connecting your lips.

“We shouldn’t go too far today. But it’s good that you’re comfortable kissing us. We should keep that going at least until Friday. You alright with that?” You nodded at Makki’s words, still trying to process what they were saying.

Were they just going to leave you high and dry? Okay, they didn’t know you were so turned on, just by the talk about sex and that bit of kissing. And you would not tell them. This encounter was already embarrassing enough, you didn’t need to give them, even more, to tease you about.

You nodded again, moving into a less straining, and less sexual position from straddling their thighs to just sitting sideways over their laps, leaning against Makki’s broad chest.

“On Friday… please shower beforehand.” Mattsun’s words startled you a bit. “Like, should I clean inside? How do I do that?” You were so clueless about anything anal related, it was kind of amusing to the two guys. “You don’t have to clean the inside. And we can help you with that, too, we have some water enemas, but they shouldn’t be used too regularly, please remember that. But for Friday just making sure that you are clean on the outside is enough.” Mattsun rubbed comforting circles on your thighs, explaining everything in a calm voice.

You relaxed a bit at his words, leaning back down against Makki.

“Don’t forget, there’s no need to be nervous. We’re always happy to help!” Makki pressed a kiss on the crown of your head. “Especially with sexual things!” Mattsun added with a perverted grin, pinching your inner thigh again.

“Do you usually like being praised or being talked down onto?” Apparently, they haven’t quite left the topic of what you like in the bedroom.

“Ehm, I mean, usually more talking down, to be honest, but with something I’ve never done before I’m not so sure…” You knew you shouldn’t be nervous. They were so understanding and willing to help you, they wouldn’t judge you for something like this. But you still couldn’t help your face flaring up again.

Both of them nodded with a knowing smile, seemingly already scheming a plan on how to handle you in a couple of days.

“It’s alright, princess, we will be careful with you. Now let’s go to bed, we have class in the morning. Do you wanna sleep with me or with Makki?” Mattsun carefully repositioned your legs when he stood up, leaning down to press another kiss to your lips, and one on Makki’s right afterward with a sly grin on his face.

You stayed quiet. How could you choose now? “Let’s all sleep in my bed,” Makki finally ruled after you hadn’t said anything for a couple of seconds, avoiding eye contact during that time. You shot him a thankful smile before climbing off his lap and getting dragged by Mattsun towards the bathroom.

You stayed the night more often than not, already having a toothbrush and the most important toiletries on a space reserved just for you over the sink. Usually, you would sleep on the couch, though.

“About time.” Mattsun grinned at you and extended his arms in your direction when you finally emerged from the bathroom after removing your makeup and doing a very small skincare routine. They had left you after you all brushed your teeth, waiting for you on Makki’s king-sized bed, with a spot reserved for you in the middle.

Both pressed small kisses to your face when you laid down in between them, making you giggle. “Night, Makki. Night, Mattsun.” You mumbled when you all had found a comfortable sleeping position. “You should call us by our first names, you know?” Oh right, that actually made sense.

“Night, Hiro. Night, Issei.” You corrected yourself with a smile and after their chorus of ‘Night, Y/N.’ the room became quiet.

They had managed to make you feel comfortable every time you saw them. But now that it was Friday and you were standing in front of their door, every ounce of nervousness came back. With shaky fingers you pressed on the doorbell, hearing it echoing from inside. It did not take very long for Hiro to appear in the doorway, a bright smile on his face, and a kitchen towel over his shoulder.

“Hi, princess!” He tugged you towards him in an instant, leaning down with puckered lips. With a small chuckle, you kissed him, your nerves immediately feeling calmed down after experiencing his carefree attitude. “We were just doing some dishes, do you want something to drink?” He leads you towards the kitchen where Issei was positioned by the sink, yellow gloves on his hands, washing the last set of plates that were probably resting on the countertop for the last couple of days.

The scene was strangely normal, apart from the kiss you two shared again after he ditched the gloves and could snake his arms around you.

Well, what did you expect? It’s not as if they would jump on you as soon as you entered. You made yourself a glass of water, eagerly gulping it down to soothe your dry throat.

Hiro didn’t take long finishing drying the dishes and soon you found him pressed against your back. “Let’s go to the bedroom, okay, princess?” You could only nod, taking Issei’s hand and following him towards his bedroom. It was uncharacteristically clean, and the bed was even made, a sight you have not seen in the three years those two occupied the apartment.

“Don’t be nervous, okay? We can stop anytime you want.” Hiro appeared behind you, his hands on your hip and lips pressed into your neck.

“I want this.” Were you trying to convince them or yourself? You didn’t know, but it worked, either way, a small feeling of excitement spreading in your stomach when Issei kissed you.

Being caged between your two best friends was never a position you imagined yourself being in (or realistically imagined) but here you were.

Your hands moved up to tangle themselves in Issei’s dark locks, him slightly moaning into your mouth when you tugged a bit too hard. His hands moved under your shirt kneading your breasts, while Hiro’s hands already dipped a bit into the front of your pants, fingers fiddling with the zipper and it didn’t take long until you were left without any clothes on.

“Look at you! Dressing up all pretty for us?” They appreciatively let their eyes wander over your body, only clad by a black lingerie set.

You felt incredibly exposed, with them still being fully clothed and looking at you so hungrily.

“Damn, you have great tits!”, Hiro exclaimed when pushing the lace covering your breasts down, immediately taking them into his hands for good measure. He let out a deep groan and Issei soon joined him, lips latching onto your right breast, gently nipping on the sensitive flesh.

You didn’t know what to do with your hands, shyly caressing their arms, lightly dipping into their sleeves to feel their biceps under your hands. “Take them off, please?”

In your mind, you scolded yourself for how unsure you seemed, but those thoughts were quickly erased when they both complied, exposing their toned torsos.

“Do you wanna lay on the bed, princess?” Hiro phrased it as a question but there was an unspoken command. You made a step towards the bed behind them, Issei quickly undoing the clasp of your bra when you passed them to obey Hiro’s command. “On your stomach.”

Quickly you corrected your position, your hands lying next to your head.

Butterfly kisses were pressed onto your naked shoulder blades, four hands roaming your back, butt, and thighs continuously.

“You’re very tense.” You didn’t know what to answer to that, only muttering a quiet apology. Your words got lost in a moan, when suddenly a finger was pressed to your core, playing with your vagina through the lace fabric of your panties.

You tried grinding back onto the finger, but strong hands held your hips in place, both boys chuckling at your exasperated whine. Your underwear got pushed to the side and soon the finger was back, slightly toying at your entrance.

“Oh, I know now why you said you don’t need any lube. Hiro, fuck, look at that. She is wet wet!” A second finger joined, and Hiro chuckled surprised, moving some of your slick around and towards your clit, loosely rubbing the bundle of nerves.

“Lift up your ass for a second.” You obeyed and soon you were completely bare in front of them, one hand still toying at your vagina, while two others were caressing your butt, spreading your cheeks and groping the flesh in a rough but still kind of soft manner. That was, until a slap echoed through the room, combined with the moan that escaped you as you felt the impact a hand with your butt. “I knew you would enjoy that.” Hiro sounded incredibly smug, repeating is former action a bit harder and on the other cheek. Again, a moan escaped you, trying once more to grind back into their hands, again to no avail.

“You really are quite a horny slut, aren’t you?” Issei’s mouth was extremely close to your core and you shuddered when you felt his breath over your lower lips.

“Raise your hips again?” You immediately did as you were told, feeling a pillow being stuffed under your hipbone to raise your hips permanently.

The finger, that has been rubbing very slow circles on your clit, disappeared, but soon enough your legs were spread. The cool air hitting your wetness was a tease in itself, but it was right away replaced by a hungry tongue, lapping up your juices. Hiro reappeared in your field of vision, connecting your lips again, to muffle the moans that were escaping you.

Issei’s nose was pressing into your vagina, his lips, tongue, and teeth relentlessly working on your clit.

“Please, please, I’m going to come!” It was embarrassing, really, how fast your best friend was able to bring you to that point. “Already?” Issei was less surprised, more smug when he suddenly pushed two fingers inside you and latched onto your clit again.

“Come on, princess.” Hiro slapped your ass again and with a loud moan, you released onto Issei’s mouth, who greedily lapped up everything you offered him.

“Well, you look a lot more relaxed, now!” You could hear the teasing out of his voice when he reemerged from between your legs, tongue slipping out to get the rest of your glistening arousal. You were a lot more relaxed now, still panting from your orgasm, that you didn’t even flinch when a huge drop of lube got placed on your lower back. And your asscheeks. Four hands were immediately on your backside, massaging your cheeks and lower back in a slow and sensual way, getting small moans from you as a response. After a couple of minutes, your cheeks got spread, another dollop of lube falling right in the center.

A finger softly began massaging it into the area around your puckered hole and soon, more lube was added.

You were incredibly nervous. But both of their hands on your backside was kind of comforting. And when a kiss was pressed onto your shoulder blades you relaxed with a shaky exhale.

“You’re doing so good, princess.” Issei pressed another kiss on your back and you whimpered a bit as a response. “Hand me the vibe, will you?” Hiro’s words made Issei sit up again, his lips leaving your skin. Vibe? What vibe?

Your question soon got answered when a small buzzing sound started, and the silicon bullet got pressed lightly against your hole. “Oh,” you gasped, hips jerking for a second but again some hands stopped you. And then a finger found its way back towards your clit, circling it again. Hiro was alternating his fingers and the small vibrator at your asshole, continuously adding more lube and sometimes pressing harder, but still keeping everything fairly light.

It was feeling really pleasurable and the next time he pressed the vibe harder against your hole, you couldn’t hold back the small moan anymore.

Hiro cooed at the way your asshole clenched around nothing, tentatively pressing a tip of his finger inside. You moaned when his digit passed the rim. It didn’t hurt at all, like that time you tried it by yourself. Apparently, lube really was the savior. Or it was your best friends, who have been patient and soft with you all the way through, gently leading you to this moment. More lobe got added to your hole and Hiro’s finger disappeared, but reentering you more slicked up just after a second. He still only put the tip of his finger inside, slightly wiggling it around before replacing it with the vibrator again.

“You look really good with my finger in your ass. And Issei’s working your pussy. Is that why you asked two of us? You want to take it so far to get double penetrated, take each of us in a different hole?” You knew it was only dirty talk. He was trying to take your mind off the slight stretch of your ass when he pushed his finger in deeper. But you couldn’t help the way you desperately moaned at the comment.

“Oh? Look at your hole twitching!” Issei sounded incredibly amused, his finger moving from toying with your clit to your vagina, which was clenching around nothing. “You like that thought? Every hole of you filled with another cock? Maybe we should ask Iwaizumi or Oikawa to join, too. So that you can be stuffed like the little whore you are!”

With another moan you tried to move your hips once again, this time successfully burying Hiro’s finger deeper in your ass. A slap to your cheek was the immediate answer. “Impatient slut. Better behave or we won’t be so gentle anymore!”

You nodded shakily, already feeling full by the finger in your ass and one at the entrance of your pussy.

But Hiro soon pulled out again, dropping even more lube on your now slightly looser hole, before the small bullet vibrator came into action again. You moaned loudly when it got pressed into your hole, slightly wider than Hiro’s finger it was still a stretch.

“I love your ass. It looks really cute like this.” Accommodating his words Issei pressed a kiss to your left buttcheek.

Hiro still worked the vibrator in your ass, fingers massaging the flesh around your rim. “I’m going to plug you soon, you alright with that?” You could only nod, desperate for more friction. You asked for gentle and slow. But you wanted to come again. And, as embarrassing as it was to admit, you loved it when they talked down on you, ordering you around.

You felt his lubed up pinky join the vibrator in your hole and moaned again when suddenly both vanished and got replaced by a cold metal object. “She’s going to look so pretty!” Issei rubbed your clit a bit harder, while the cold object got greased up in the juices around your hole.

Another drop of lube followed when Hiro finally began pushing it into your ass. You soon realized what it was, a small plug, thinner at the tip but wider in the middle.

The widest part was a bit bigger than every other thing you have taken in your hole so far, but it still didn’t hurt, just a tight stretch, but with the lube and the fingers massaging your lower back, it went in without a big hassle.

“You look so good, do you wanna take a look at yourself?” You nodded and turned around, finally seeing your two friends again. Issei immediately tugged you onto his lap, pressing your back against his chest and turning towards his closet, where a huge mirror adored one door.

And there, right between your buttcheeks, rested a jeweled plug. You moaned again at the sight and at the proud grin that was on both of their faces. Issei reached down, pressing his palm against the red jewel, slightly wiggling it inside. You threw your head back on his shoulder, grasping his wrist to press it closer against your core, nearly humping his arm in desire. “Now, now, no need to get ahead of yourself,” Hiro intervened, taking your hands from Issei’s arm. “If you beg nicely, we give you something you can fuck yourself on.” His grin was downright evil and it got even worse, when he pressed the vibrator from before against the plug, making it move inside you.

“Please, please, Hiro, Issei, please, I really want to come!” There were tears prickling in your eyes. The constant stimulation at your ass felt good, but it was nothing you could orgasm from. You needed something in your vagina. Something that fucks you, preferably.

“You know, maybe if you crawl a bit on your knees, it would help.” Your eyes went wide at Issei’s words, but obediently you slipped from his lap, getting on your knees in front of them. You crawled towards the door on all fours, hearing them groan behind you. “You know what we should invest in? A tail plug.” The thought of them making you literally your pet excited you, again clenching around nothing, but still wishing something was filling your other hole, too.

“Sit on my lap again.” Your back was once again pressed against Issei’s naked chest, your legs being kept open by his strong thighs. “Here, princess.” Hiro’s eyes caught yours in the mirror and with a playful smile, he handed you a medium-sized purple dildo. “Fuck yourself.” The command was simple. But you still hesitated. You never masturbated in front of somebody else before. It seemed kind of humiliating. But that thought was it, that made arousal shoot to your core once again. And with a firm nod, you lined the dildo up your entrance, slowly easing it inside.

Leaning your head back on Issei’s shoulder you began moving it inside your core, pleasure slowly filling your body with each thrust. “Look at us, princess.” You raised your head again, eyes meeting theirs in the mirror, fastening your pace and letting moans escape you.

A small cry left your lips once you found that special spot inside you, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your movements became sloppier. On the one hand, you were desperately chasing your orgasm, but on the other hand, the pleasure was too much to have much control over your movements anymore. You cried for relief, when suddenly another hand closed around the dildo, continuing your thrusts with new harsh ferocity.

“I said, look at us!” Hiro growled in your ear, pushing the toy harder into you. After you took too long to react Issei closed a hand around your neck, pressing at the sides and forcing you to face the mirror again. It was a downright sinful picture. You were completely fucked out, so close to your orgasm, being chocked by one man and fucked with a purple dildo by the other.

With a cry you let your orgasm wash over you, clenching around both toys stuck inside you while throwing your head back on Issei’s shoulder once again.

“Fuck, you look filthy.” With a chuckle Issei broke the silence, his hand slowly falling from your neck again. “Let’s get you cleaned up, princess.” With a smile Hiro fell to his knees in front of you, slowly tugging the dildo out of you. Next, it was the small plug. You groaned at the overstimulation, hips twitching.

“I don’t wanna. Can take more!”, you mumbled, trying to sit yourself up straight. With raised eyebrows Hiro shoved two of his fingers inside your asshole again, chuckling at the way you winced. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that. You’re here for the whole weekend, we don’t have to wreck you on the first day.” Issei got up with you in his arms, slowly carrying you towards the bathroom and filling the tub with water.

“But what about you?” Your eyes were big, trailing to their respective bulges in their sweatpants. “You wanna suck us off while we wait for the water?” Issei was gentle with you, setting you down on the soft mat in front of the tub, softly caressing your cheek. You nodded wildly and amused both men pushed their sweatpants lower.

You first took Issei in your hand, your tongue trailing up and down on his dick, wetting it before finally enveloping it with your mouth. A rough groan escaped him and his fingers weaved themselves into your hair, slightly fucking into your mouth when Hiro’s tip bumped against your cheek. You looked up and were immediately greeted with another groan. “Fucking hell, princess, keep looking at me!” Despite Issei’s words, you took his dick out of your mouth, moving on to Hiro, while jacking Issei’s now thoroughly wet dick off with your right hand. Hiro’s cock was a bit smaller and thinner than Issei’s and you couldn’t help but remember his words from before. Having both of them fill you at the same time was a new sexual fantasy that manifested itself in your mind in the last hour.

“Who knows, maybe tomorrow it will be in your ass.” He seemed to read your mind and you couldn’t help but moan again at the thought, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure up his spine.

You switched again back to Issei, who immediately started softly fucking your mouth, chasing his high. “Come on, princess.” Hiro groaned, taking over from your hand and jacking himself off even faster than you had done it before. You gagged around Issei’s cock, tears falling from your eyes but still desperately trying to please him. They made you come twice today. It was only fair you gave some back.

With a final moan, Issei pulled out of your mouth releasing himself all over your face, partly inside your mouth. “Keep your mouth open.” Hiro’s command was harsh, and his breathing labored. He was close, too. So you turned towards him, Issei’s cum still swimming inside your mouth, cheeks painted a delicious white.

Hiro managed to release most of his load inside your mouth, but he still got some spurts over your face and in your hair.

Panting both boys looked down at you, cooing at how cute you looked with their cum all over your face. “Swallow,” Issei instructed, holding your chin between his fingers. The mix of their seamen left a salty taste in your mouth, when you opened it again, to show them that you swallowed every last drop. With a groan, Hiro began scooping up the rest of the cum on your face and pushing it into your mouth. “You’re a cute little slut, aren’t you? Our slut.” With that possessive mark, he leaned down, letting his spit drop into your mouth, which was still held open by Issei, who repeated the action.

Their gazes on you were proud as you swallowed that second load also.

“You were great, princess.” Hiro was pressing kisses on the top of your breasts. All of you squeezed into the tub, washing each other carefully with a loofah they apparently got only for today. “Should we order some food?” You just nodded, leaning back onto Issei contently. “Wanna eat you.”

Hiro’s eyebrows rose and you felt Issei chuckle behind you. “You’re insatiable, aren’t you?”

“And here I was, wanting to be lenient since it’s your first time trying anal. But oh well. You asked for it, princess.” With a broad grin, Hiro heaved you out of the tub, haphazardly drying you both off with a towel, before both men were already leading you back to the bedroom.

You soon found yourself back in your previous position with your hips perched on top of the pillow and Issei’s fingers buried deep in your still stretched ass. The main difference was the vibrator stuck in your pussy and that you were trying not to choke on Hiro’s cock.

“Keep your legs open, princess. I will not hesitate to use a spreader bar.” The casual mention of the utensil made you wonder just how many sex toys those two had. Four of them were already used on you, but Hiro had told you that they started with the smallest plug, hinting at a bigger assortment.

“We really wanted to go easy on you, princess.” Issei sighed in mock sadness, quickening the pace of his two fingers, making you cry around Hiro’s cock. “But you just had to be even more filthy than we expected.” A harsh slap met your left asscheek.

“We already knew you were perverted since you didn’t ask one of us, but both to help you with your problem.” Next was your right cheek. Hiro gathered your hair in one hand, tugging it back harshly to start fucking your mouth right away, making your saliva drip down from his cock and onto the bedsheets. Your hands desperately clawed themselves into his thighs while Issei still wrecked you from behind.

“You think you can take a third one?” Issei didn’t wait for you to answer his question, before dropping more lube onto your asshole, slowly easing his ring finger into your loosened hole. His other hand pushed the vibrating dick in your vagina even deeper and you had never felt as full as you did at that moment. The cry that you let out around Hiro’s dick showed them that you were close to coming, so, in a matter of seconds, everything was gone.

“No! Please, please let me cum!” Tears streamed down your face and if your mascara wasn’t already be rolling down your face due to the seamen shower you took earlier it certainly would now.

“Aww, you’re looking so cute all desperate and shit. Completely wrecked but still crying for more.” Hiro took your face in one hand, squishing your cheeks together in the process.

Issei resumed his actions at your backside, this time not entering you with this finger, but another object. Another dildo you presumed. It wasn’t really that thick, so it was comfortable to have in you, but it was long. And when it started vibrating, every ounce of strength left your body, hands falling down onto the mattress, face only being held up by Hiro’s hand.

“Do you want to fuck her, or should I go?” The way they talked so casually about your body, like it was only another fucktoy, like the multiple ones they had lying around, made arousal shoot to your core, electing a desperate whimper from your lips.

“You can go, I don’t mind having her mouth. Besides, we have tomorrow and Sunday, too. I mean unless our little princess still hasn’t had enough?” Hiro’s voice was teasing, his fingers around your chin tilting your head up to make you look into his eyes.

“How desperate are you for our cocks, huh?”

“Please, please. I want it, I want your cocks, please, Issei, Hiro.” You were just babbling, hoping that it would be enough for them to finally fuck you.

You couldn’t believe that this encounter started off so soft, with them carefully massaging you, when they were now slapping your ass with each movement, spitting on you and talking to you like you were a slut.

But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Such a desperate princess. Well, since it’s still kind of your first time, we will give you what you want. But just know that it won’t come as easy the next times.” With that Issei finally rammed his cock into your waiting pussy and you cried out his name in pleasure, being rewarded by a harsh slap on your ass in an instant. Hiro shoved his cock back into your mouth, taking up a harsh pace immediately, slapping your hands down as soon as you wanted to take a hold of his thighs again.

“No hands.” He told you and you desperately tried to keep your head up for him to fuck your mouth all while Issei started moving the vibrator in your ass in the same rhythm he fucked into you.

It didn’t take long for you to come, the continuous stimulation with the thought of being used in every possible hole being enough for you. But they weren’t done.

Their pace didn’t slow down a bit, Hiro only going back to holding your face up for him. You could see in his eyes that he was not happy at all with your failure and you were sure you would encounter punishment for that soon enough. He spat down on your face again, spit mixing with the tears from your eyes, as his dick repeatedly hit the back of your throat.

“Fucking hell, your pussy is swallowing me whole, feels so good, come on, princess, just a bit more.”

Issei was groaning behind you, thrusts becoming sloppier by the second. Still, Hiro was the one finishing first, releasing on your face for the second time that night.

Once he let go of your head you immediately fell down onto the mattress, still being fucked harshly by Issei, who kept on moving the dildo in your ass. You felt another high approaching and apparently, they did too, since Issei started slamming into you even harsher. But when Hiro moved to rub your clit, you were screaming their names, body twitching, and hands clawing into the bedsheet.

You were sure you never came so hard in your life. Everything went numb for a second, but you realized what was going on, when the dildo got pulled out of your ass, leaving an empty feeling behind.

“You alright there, princess?” A soft hand weaved itself into your hair, turning your head to look at the two men who just showed you heaven on earth. You hadn’t even realized that Issei came as well, but the feeling of something dribbling out of your vagina was explained that way.

“You look so good, princess.” Hiro leaned down to press a kiss to your lips, fingers pushing a bit of his come into your mouth right after he detached himself. “Let’s take another bath, you seem to need it even more than before.”

Their hands were all over you, softly caressing every inch of your body, cleaning every last drop of spit, come and lube. “You looked so beautiful, all wrecked beneath us. And you did so well, too! I honestly didn’t expect you to take us this well on the first day.”

They were muttering continuous praises, making you feel all soft on the inside.

“Pizza is here!” You were nearly nodding off in Issei’s arms, blinking slowly as the words were whispered in your ear.

Hiro was missing from your other side, apparently retrieving said pizza, which the boys insisted on ordering, especially after you admitted to not having consumed any solid foods that day, to be extra clean for them.

Soon Hiro came crawling back into his bed, handing each of you their respective pizza. Sitting up, you felt a shoot of pain from your butt and winced. “Sore?” The grin on Hiro’s face was entirely too wide to be sorry. Stupid piece of shit.

If someone would look at you now, three friends sitting on a bed and eating pizza, while a stupid reality show played in the background, nobody would even think twice about it. Nobody would expect, that just a bit earlier, in the other bedroom across the hall, you were absolutely wrecked by them.

But you wouldn’t want it any other way, excitement already bubbling up in your stomach with anticipation for the days to come.

[witcher-and-his-bard-archive]

For the kink ask - a/b/o?

I love your style and would really like to read your take on it (the pairing doesn't matter to me, though if you feel Eskel for this, I wouldn't be opposed 👀)

If it's not your thing that's of course alright too, then I'm just sending some love ❤

Thanks for the prompt, anon! 💖 I took this and ran, but I had a lot of fun with it. I have a feeling this isn’t exactly what you were thinking but I’m not personally into the a/b/o dynamics, so I messed around with it a bit and present to you: Eskel goes into heat during the full moon, when Geralt finds out he’s more than happy to get him through it. cw for dry sex, come as lube, and a whole lot of self-shame surrounding Eskel’s heat

After so many years on the path, time sort of ceases to exist. Most Witchers have some sense of time (the seasons continue to pass and their memories keep them from forgetting much) but Eskel has always been particularly fastidious about paying attention to the time of year, the time of the month. Unlike most of his brothers, he can tell you exactly how far away they are from the next full moon at any given time. When they were kids, it was an amusing trick for the other boys; they would all make guesses and whoever was the closest to Eskel's prediction would be able to hand off his chores to someone else. For them, it was a game, but for Eskel it was a necessity, knowing when the next full moon would come so he could seclude himself for the night.

No one else knows what happens to him during a full moon - if they did, they'd probably suspect some sort of lycanthropy and who knows what would happen to him then. But it's not like that. Eskel doesn't transform in the light of the full moon (although some days, he would prefer that), but suffers through unending, unquenchable lust. By the time most of the other boys were only starting to discover sexuality, Eskel had already been sneaking out of the keep at night to keep his secret from being found out.

And he got very good at it. For years, he managed to keep his secret and his sneaking around secret even from his closest friends. Which is why, a few weeks before they're supposed to be setting out on their own for the first time, Eskel is relieved. He no longer has to worry about lying or sneaking around or keeping things from his peers and advisors. Just a few more weeks and he'll be free. But, like everything in his life so far, it's not as easy as that. Two nights before he's due to leave Kaer Morhen, the moon is full.

Eskel works himself up to it, preparing his escape in advance as he does more frequently these days. The once-clumsy boys who grew up with are now strong men with proper control of their senses and escaping is not so simple as it once was. But he makes it out of the keep without any trouble. He's had to use axii on another boy more than once and he feels terrible about it even now, so getting out clean is the most favourable option. But once he gets off the grounds, he has a bigger problem facing him.

Over the years, Eskel has tried everything. At first, he tried ignoring it all night, but when that proved maddening, he'd give in to every whim but that was exhausting and painful after a couple of hours. His newest method seems to work the best: staving it off for as long as possible and then, once he's made himself come, sleep for as long as he can manage before the need creeps up on him again. It doesn't always work and a lot of the time, his own hand isn't enough to satisfy the need, but it's better than his other options.

Tonight is bad. Bad enough that he doesn't think he'll make it to the watchtower before giving in, but he grits his teeth and pushes forward. The longer he holds out, the better the night will be for him.

He makes it up to the watchtower and settles himself on the ground, leaning back against the wall with his hands clenched at his sides. His cock is already hard and aching, pressed firmly against the front of his trousers, and he refuses to look down, but he can feel the wet patch forming in the cloth.

Even after all these years, it's embarrassing to be like this. His entire life he's been trained to have control over every aspect of his body and yet, he still can't control this. His only solace is that no one has ever found out about it and he doesn't have to bear the humiliation of anyone seeing him like this.

Then, of course, that too fails. He doesn't hear the footfalls until it's too late to hide.

Eskel's breath catches and he's so overcome with terror that for a moment, he's totally numb to the need coursing through him. All he has time to do is pull his knees up before he catches a scent on the breeze.

Fuck. Geralt. Why does it have to be Geralt?

Of all the pupils and all the mentors in the keep, the very last person he wants to know about this is Geralt. As long as Eskel can remember, he's been closer to Geralt than anyone; they were friends from the day they arrived, but Eskel had grown overly fond of Geralt over the years. If there was ever anyone he might tell about his situation, it's Geralt, but Eskel's feelings for the other man get in the way every time. He doesn't anticipate anything ever happening between them, but he knows Geralt finding out would ensure nothing ever does.

A million things run through his head at once, but he knows it's already too late. If Geralt followed his scent, there's no way he could avoid noticing the arousal wound through it and Eskel knows he smells different during the moon than he does any other time. He should tell Geralt to leave him alone, tell him to turn back before he gets too close, but his voice isn't cooperating.

Feeling lost and hopeless, Eskel drops his head to his knees and grits his teeth. Having an audience isn't going to deter the feelings and he's hit by an overwhelming wave of humiliation as he imagines having to get through this while someone watches. Realistically, he knows Geralt wouldn't, that he would give him space, but he also knows that if Geralt knows something is wrong, he won't just leave him alone. Normally, it's one of the things he loves most about Geralt, his absolute devotion and protection of those he cares about, but tonight it's not working in Eskel's favour.

He's so caught up in pushing back the arousal, that Eskel doesn't realize when Geralt is sitting right in front of him. He's speaking, but Eskel can't understand through the blood rushing in his ears. It's not until Geralt touches him that Eskel's focus snaps into place and it takes all his strength to keep from shoving Geralt back against the ground.

"Go away," he rumbles and Geralt does exactly the opposite.

"What's wrong?"

"Geralt, just go." The ache is getting stronger now and Eskel is sorely tempted to rub himself off through his trousers. He thinks he could do it without Geralt catching on too quickly, but the longer he thinks about it, the stronger the feeling gets and he chokes on a moan as he shifts and his trousers rub against his sensitive cock. It's almost enough for him to come just like that, but he manages to hold back, some horrible combination of shame and disgust holding him back.

"Eskel-"

"Go," he says but his voice shakes and it's so hard to keep himself steady.

The thought of asking Geralt for help worms his way into his mind and he's so overwhelmed fighting against that and the urge to touch and the scalding humiliation burning up the back of his neck. Before Eskel can stop him, Geralt crawls forward, kneeling before Eskel.

"Tell me what you need," he breathes and Eskel is so tired of fighting. He whimpers and he doesn't want to ask for help, doesn't want to show weakness in front of another witcher, but he whines out a desperate please and Geralt doesn't hesitate.

"Let's get you out of this," he whispers, leaning in to tug Eskel's shirt up over his head. Immediately, the cold stone feels good against his back, but then Geralt is pressing between his legs and another rush of heat sears through him. "Come on, Es, let me get you out of these clothes."

Reluctantly, Eskel slips down, allowing Geralt the space he needs to tug his trousers down over his hips. He hisses as the cold air hits his cock, but there's a spike of arousal from Geralt and everything else is forgotten. Eskel reaches for him instinctively and Geralt settles next to him, pressing up against his side.

"Can I?" Geralt asks and when Eskel nods, he slides a hand down his stomach. Eskel is already thrusting up to meet him before Geralt even touches his cock. He hates himself for it, but Geralt just hums softly, winding his fingers around the base of him like it’s nothing.

Geralt barely even has to do anything because Eskel can't keep himself from thrusting up against him, grinding into the tunnel of Geralt's fist. He comes too quickly, spilling all over Geralt's hand and his own stomach and he's barely over the rush of his orgasm before the shame sets in again.

"Hey," Geralt huffs, "don't you dare." He presses right up against his side, pressing his nose into Eskel's neck. "You always helped me," he whispers, "let me help you."

Eskel's erection hasn't subsided in the slightest and he nearly cries out when Geralt touches him again. Geralt is slow and gentle and Eskel has to hold back from fucking up against him hard. It does feel better than on his own hand, but it's still not going to get him through the night; already, even the stroke of Geralt's hand is feeling less and less satisfying.

Eskel squirms under Geralt's touch, desperate for a firmer touch, for something more but he fights against it. He knows he has to slow this down because he knows how he inevitably winds up and he can't ask Geralt for that and he doesn't want Geralt seeing him do it to himself. He gets a hand around Geralt's wrist, trying to keep him from moving too quickly and when Geralt shifts, his cock presses into Eskel's hip and he's hard. Geralt squeezes around the head of Eskel's cock reflexively and that's all it takes to push Eskel over the edge again.

He throws an arm over his face, but when he comes down this time, Geralt moves his arm, looking down at him. His eyes are dark and Eskel can smell the lust rolling off of him now, but Eskel knows well enough that it's just a natural reaction. Geralt wouldn't want him in any other situation. But Geralt's chest is heaving and he looks so fucking nervous, looking anywhere but at Eskel's eyes.

"Can I-" he whispers, "I just- could I... kiss you?"

"Why?"

Geralt looks taken aback. "Because I... want to?"

Eskel opens his mouth to ask why again, but Geralt shifts to straddle his hips and he's struck dumb. He nods and Geralt leans down over him, barely brushing his lips against Eskel's before kissing him properly. Immediately, Eskel draws him closer, wrapping his arms around Geralt's neck and pulling him down to him. He doesn't have the strength to hold back, pushing his tongue between Geralt's lips and rocking up against him. If Geralt is hesitant, he doesn't show it.

He presses against him, rolling his hips in low, languid motions and while Eskel is currently in favour of quick, harsh movements, he finds himself lost in the movement of Geralt's body against his own. He arches off the ground, grasps at Geralt's neck and shoulders, moaning desperately into his mouth. He's never had someone with him for this, never even considered finding his release in someone else and for the first time in years it feels good.

Geralt shoves a hand between them without breaking the kiss, shoving at his trousers until he can pull his own cock free. He shifts to align himself with Eskel, using his hand as a guide to keep them pressed together as he rocks his hips a little harder. His breath is hot against Eskel's skin and the little gasps and moans that drop from his lips are almost enough to make Eskel think he could want this too.

Then, as Eskel is arching against him, Geralt's thumb slips up under the head of his cock and Eskel comes with a shout, breaking the kiss and pressing his forehead to Geralt's. He's only vaguely aware of Geralt grunting and then he collapses onto his chest.

Geralt has a hand wrapped around his side, brushing his thumb against Eskel's skin and it's the only thing that keeps him from getting up and running away immediately. Because a friendly hand is one thing but this was... more. He can hear his own pulse rise and he tries to slow it, evidently not quickly enough. Geralt nuzzles under his jaw, shushing him.

"'M not gonna go anywhere," he mumbles. "You didn't ever leave me."

Geralt shifts to the side and curls up around Eskel, running a soothing hand up his leg. It proves more than Eskel's hypersensitive body can handle and it's only a few minutes before he's hard again. He holds out as long as he can, focusing on Geralt's soft touches instead of the want coursing through him, but it's not enough to keep it at bay.

He smells more than feels when his cock leaks against his skin and he groans knowing that Geralt can smell it too.

"Fuck," Geralt mumbles, "it really is bad, isn't it?"

Eskel just groans in response but Geralt is already moving, rising to his knees again and kissing Eskel's chest. He's disgusting; sweaty and covered in dried come, but Geralt seems unconcerned as he makes his way down to the smear of pre-come above Eskel’s hip. He wraps his lips around the head of Eskel's cock and that's the end of coherent thought. All Eskel can even think about is the wet heat of Geralt's mouth around him, sucking hard and sinking down on him. He runs his fingers through Geralt's hair, gripping and tugging when his cock hits the back of Geralt's throat.

He comes startlingly quickly like this and Geralt follows almost immediately, jerking himself between Eskel's thighs.

The next hour passes in much the same way. Eskel holds out as long as he possibly can, but Geralt catches it every time. He licks and sucks and strokes and even gets his fingers into him and it's good. It's the best he's ever had if he's honest, but inevitably, it's not good enough. He's not oblivious to his body's needs, but usually fingering himself is enough to get him through the remainder of the night.

Geralt has three fingers in him and his mouth around Eskel's cock when he sighs and withdraws, sitting back up and running his hands up Eskel's thighs.

"It's not helping anymore, is it?"

Eskel groans and shakes his head, dropping it back against the ground. He stares up at the crumbled floor above him and wonders if he can hold out till morning, but Geralt is already moving. He shifts up close and he's naked now, bare skin pressed right against Eskel's and it's overwhelming and not enough. He can feel Geralt's cock against his hip and he's still hard, but Eskel doesn't have the energy to help him out. He shuts his eyes with a groan and he's contemplating sending Geralt back to the keep rather than face the alternative, but Geralt interrupts his thoughts with a kiss to his hip.

"It's okay," he whispers, "we'll figure it out."

Eskel knows they won't. He knows at this point there are only two things that will get them through the remaining hour or so until dawn. He's never tried fucking someone or letting someone fuck him, but he knows nothing else is going to work. If Geralt can't get him off, it's the only option. He can't say it though, so he just grumbles and shifts to try and get comfortable.

"I could... if you want you could fuck me?" Geralt offers.

Eskel lets out a helpless laugh. He lifts himself as well as he can manage and offers a hopeless grin at Geralt.

"I'm exhausted," he huffs, "I can barely sit up." It's not strictly a no, but it's not a yes either and he waits for Geralt's response. Geralt doesn't say anything, but he crawls up over him so he's straddling Eskel's hips.

"What if you didn't have to do anything?" Geralt takes himself in hand, stroking his cock where Eskel can't help but watch him. His own cock twitches with genuine arousal and Geralt rocks back against him.

"Geralt," Eskel chokes and Geralt just leans down over him, nuzzling into his neck.

"It's okay," he whispers, "I want to. I- I've thought about it before." That certainly catches Eskel's attention.

"What?"

"I-" Geralt ducks his head and Eskel can see just the fainted dusting of red across his cheeks. "I think about you sometimes."

"Not like this, though."

"No," Geralt admits, "but I thought about touching you."

"Yeah?" Eskel encourages. His cock twitches again and he wants to reach down and stroke himself off before the feeling goes away again, but he has a better idea. "Tell me." His hands slip up to Geralt's hips, pressing him back onto his cock and he groans as the head catches against Geralt's rim.

"Oh," Geralt groans and he sits back a little harder. It doesn't make any sense to fuck him; Eskel's already prepped and ready and he's going to ache tomorrow as it is. They don't have oil and he doesn't want to hurt him, but Geralt seems determined.

"I touched myself," Geralt breathes, "thinking about you. Imagining your hands on me, holding me, pressing me into-" he cuts himself off and his eyes snap up to Eskel's, but his scent flares hot and lusty. Pressing me into the bed. And gods, Eskel thinks, they may only have two days left, but he'll be damned if he doesn't find time to fuck Geralt into whatever surface he can find after this. Now, though, is not the time.

"I will," he promises, "I'll fuck you anywhere, any way you want me to, but you gotta do something for me first."

“Anything.”

“I need you to fuck me.”

"Eskel-"

"We don't have any oil and you already did such a damned good job of making sure I'm ready." Geralt preens at the praise and Eskel gets a hand around the back of his neck, tugging him into a slow kiss.

His whole body aches for release, but he lets himself linger, brutally aware of the time they've wasted. Geralt is the one to draw back, shifting to sit between Eskel's legs. Just the heat of his body, the way Geralt pushes his thighs apart sends shivers up his spine. That's a good sign, he thinks.

Geralt slips a finger inside him, then two, ensuring he's ready. Eskel appreciates the effort but it doesn't matter much either way. Geralt slicks his cock with the come still cooling on Eskel's chest and it's not ideal, but it makes some difference as he pushes into him. Geralt is cautious, but he keeps himself steady and the first proper thrust has Eskel's entire body lighting up.

Oh, this is what he's been missing all these years. The painful ache fades until he's left with nothing but his own want for Geralt, pure and real. He's still exhausted, but he musters up the strength to haul Geralt down against him, wrapping his arms around him and kissing him.

"Fuck," he breathes, "fuck, Geralt, you feel-" he's cut off by his own moan as Geralt thrusts sharply into him and Eskel's limbs shake. He doesn't try to talk again, but when Geralt kisses him, soft and sweet, despite the pistoning of his hips, Eskel thinks he understands anyway.

This time takes longer, but when he comes, it's with one hand around his cock and the other over Geralt's shoulder. Please, he hears and it takes a moment to realize it came from him. He doesn't plead, doesn't ask for anything during sex, but then again, nothing about this is normal. Geralt follows moments later, collapsing onto his chest and pressing soft, exhausted kisses along his collar bone. For the first time possibly ever, Eskel feels satisfied after a full moon.

Dawn finds them huddled together amongst soiled clothes and loose bits of stone. Geralt is lying almost entirely on top of him, but Eskel is warm and content. He doesn't dare move, lest his muscles scream of overuse, but there's no need to move anyway; he's through it for another cycle and, he suspects, the future will be easier. He runs his fingers through Geralt's hair with a soft smile on his face and watches in silence as the sun climbs up over the mountains.

kink prompts

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hi mlm here. so i want to write andreil smut but im a virgin so i have no idea what exactly sex is like. but i do not want to write it for the.... straight women gaze. what are some things that are accurate to write about. this is prolly super nsfw but i dont know who to ask.

Okay so this response took me literally months, and I'm sorry about that. I honestly was so excited when I got this question. I don't know why I put off responding?? But here I go: 

CW for discussion of NSFW, STD’s, and a lil homophobia

I bet a lot of people who write smut are virgins tbh, that's not to insult anyone or anything, but like writing is a non physical way to explore sex and fantasies by yourself, so you’re definitely not alone lol.

So you're MLM and want to write smut, (and others who want to get my opinions on writing non-fetishistic smut).

Porn is porn and can have unrealistic circumstances to fulfill said fantasy, such as anything from people messing around in locker rooms to tentacles.

To get a general sense of what is common in MLM sexuality, (rather than the typical feminine gaze that is seen in smut) looking at gay porn and gay porn categories is good insight. 

Bear culture, muscle culture, leather culture, etc. 

These are obviously still porn and unrealistic, however being attracted to sweat, jockstraps, and muscles is very common outside of porn. 

Bear culture is a body-positive movement that started because of the gay community's fat-phobia, age-phobia, and overall shittyness about body hair. 

Leather culture is also really big, it started because of the belief that gay men couldn’t be dominant or “masculine”, even in bed. So in America, leather culture was a way a lot of MLM embraced themselves. 

Going to pride, you will see many men wearing those leather harnesses, it doesn't indicate a preference of topping or bottoming necessarily, they're just something mlm wear and has grown quite popular in the culture, I've known some men to say it feels like a security blanket for them. 

And I think it’s very important to understand these cultures or at least be aware of them on a base level if you’re going to write gay porn. 

Also looking at erotic MLM art made by men, there is Tom of Finland, who was very historically significant, and is the most famous erotic gay artist. There is gay literature, one that openly talks about sex quite frankly is the book “We Both Laughed In Pleasure: The Selected Diaries of Lou Sullivan” which is a series of diary excerpts from a real gay trans man where you follow his life up until he died during the aids epidemic. He talks about sex with partners and discovering himself as well as what being a gay man means to him. He has a real love for sex in a way that is very unashamed and interesting to read about. We know that he wrote the latter half of his diaries with the plan of compiling them and publishing them but he passed away and people in his life carried out this wish for him. He is considered a significant part of gay and transgender history because of this, and his diaries are in LGBT museums. 

Reading gay poetry, looking at gay art, erotic, romantic, grungy, whatever, and you will find and see how they portray things differently than when it’s not portrayed by gay men usually. I mean there is a clear difference between yaoi and bara and that's the audience and authors. Some yaoi are made by MLM, (well technically their called gei comi, or gay comics in Japanese)

“Also known as ‘gei comi’ or ‘men's love,’ bara comics are by men, for men. There is a yaoi equivalent to this, and it is called ‘gachi muchi’-- it is written by women, for women.” – myanimelist.net (lol)

 but more than 90% aren't. I haven't ever heard of a non-MLM bara artist, but I'm sure there's at least one. 

Of course, I've seen things depicting MLM just together pretty realistically that didn't feel like it was written by someone who definitely wasn't MLM, but these scenes tend to be more writing in the general sense of art in the general sense rather than porn, which has a huge gap in characteristics between stuff usually written by MLM vs when it's written by women. (sorry about the binary language here)

I know some people don't like any realism in their porn, but I personally really like small details such as prep being mentioned, foreplay, even acknowledgment of the existence of condoms even if they choose to go without.

Especially as an MLM who lives in America currently, the ever-present acknowledgment and stigmatism of AIDS is around us. We think about it, even when we don't want to. An entire generation of MLM, trans people, and a lot of POC were wiped out. Not necessarily a PWP detail, but including discussion of prep, PrEP (the anti HIV medication) and/or getting tested, even for diseases besides HIV, is a small detail that I think is nice. MLM often have to have a moment when opening up a conversation about sex where HIV is mentioned, our dating apps and hook up apps have sections where you put positive, negative, non-transmissible/undetectable, or prefer not to say. The books take place in 2006 so PrEP didn't exist yet, but also the aids pandemic was happening when they were being born and as young kids, so it wasn't that long ago in society's mind. It's still illegal for many trans people and MLM to donate blood despite that the blood is screened for diseases after donation. 

Also, some realism I like is when a character isn't getting their ass ate first in the morning. Like, for me that's a huge turn-off because I think “holy fuck hygiene.” specifically with anal play I just really think even casually mentioning “washing up” or basic prep, or if you want more accuracy/details mention time between last meals or “x only ate a salad, so he would be fine”. It's like a joke in the gay community to eat chili fries or some shit on a date to indicate that either there will be no anal, or if there is you’re not going to be the one to do it, because you just fuckin ate those fries to say so. 

A cock just going in without prep and no condom is going to A) hurt very bad the body does not do that naturally and can cause injury B) get shit dick.

An also not sexy detail that is common for sex is just laying down a towel so you don’t have to wash sheets. Lube on hands? Wipe off on the towel that you’re on rn. Laying down a towel is pretty normal especially for anal. But this is if you’re going for a much more playing for accuracy sex scene. 

Honestly just writing fingering and prep and stuff like that in my opinion goes a long way and also gives the audience more to read. 

Also, sex is way more than peen in hole. Get creative, frottage, mutual masturbation, docking? Idk like thigh fucking, fucking buttcheeks but not hole, handies, blowies, anal oral, Neil doesn’t have to be the only one who gets his ass ate and things don’t have to follow formulas, in fact, they’re better when they don’t. 

Sex comes in many forms, and like I’ve definitely been with someone and he took off his shirt and I was like what, because he was skinny and clean-shaven and I didn’t expect him to have nearly as much chest hair as he did. I bet honestly Neil has a massive bush, like fuckin, massive. 

Andrew and Neil don’t have to like everything the same amount, Neil could be like “I wanna lick your armpit” and gets really off on it, Andrew is neutral but likes that Neil likes it and agrees even if it does nothing for him physically. Honestly, Neil having a sweat kink imo is pretty fitting lol. 

Try not to categorize the characters into “the bottom” and “the top”, or “the man” and “the woman”

This is something I see a lot and pay attention to how “the bottom” tends to adopt traits that are seen in straight porn that are over-exaggerated. I’m not saying it's inherently wrong to write someone as slim, but we know Neil isn't delicate, but I personally wouldn't categorize him as slim. He's a college-level athlete and is definitely muscular and defined, he has some bulk at least, he isn’t model lean for sure imo. You also often see PWP where the bottom makes a bunch of noise and the top makes none, or the top grunts and the bottom mewls, these are things I personally feel gives the bottom the role of a woman in porn. I don’t think Andreil have rough sex necessarily, but I do think when Neil does make noise, it would be because it was practically punched out of him by the feeling, and would sound more like a gasp than a kitten or whatever. There's nothing wrong with writing them both grunting, both of their voices being lower. Someone bottoming doesn’t suddenly magically not have secondary sex characteristics and stubble and body hair or a deep voice or however, they’re like everywhere else. 

When I read an over-emphasis on Neil’s slim waist and swaying hips and ass I’m like,,, okay someone please mention Andrew looking at Neil’s dick or bulge or shoulders. As an MLM, what do you find hot about men? I like stomachs and arms and shoulders, jawlines, collarbones, asses yes but like in a different way than how I like women’s asses (I’m bi lol) they are smaller and I like them muscled and squared almost. I look at veins on hands and noses and shoulders and backs, I look at a lot and I honestly don't have a type. But yeah so think about what you like, why you like it, what you might want. Or look at what others like, and why and how they want and like it.

what would Neil like, how would he feel about it? And Andrew. I kinda feel like Andrew is low-key masc 4 masc but that's just me lmaoo. Anyways, good luck writing. 

[echo-three-one]

Hello, can you please do a one about how a threesome would be between Frank, his partner and Alex Mason

This was a wild request anon. And here you go. I can't say no to askers. Besides I think I liked where this one went... 🥴

⚠️ NSFW CONTENT DO NOT INTERACT IF THIS BOTHERS YOU

Graphic descriptions of Sexual Acts and Anal ⚠️

There I said it. and for those hard headed enough to be warned, here you go.

Wish Granted

Frank Woods x Partner x Alex Mason

Frank's girlfriend placed the tray of lasagna on the dinner table. It was their anniversary and he said he'd try to grant one of her wishes. She didn't exactly know which wish it was but she was prepared for it, in fact she was excited that she felt giddy all day.

The doorbell rang multiple times, like some kid pressed the button rapidly while playing a video game. She chuckled as she knew it was Frank, it meant something else when he does that, an inside joke that had been running ever since you lived together.

She placed her apron by the counter and hurriedly rushed to open the door. Behind it was one sexy Frank Woods, holding a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates and much to her surprise, Alex Mason, Frank's partner in crime, hugging a huge teddy bear.

"Hey, you." she greeted as Frank quickly entered the room and placed his gifts on the table to hug her tight, squeezing her ass in the process. Alex shyly followed and sat by the sofa, his hands not leaving the gigantic pink stuffed animal.

"I brought Alex over, if you don't mind. hehe" he winked and she smiled at Alex, a smile with a little bit of hidden meaning. Alex smiled back but he had actually no idea what is going on. The only reason he was here was because Frank needed help carrying the bear.

"I should get going." he excused himself only to be stopped by Frank, whose hand was holding his shoulder.

"Oh no no no. Let's have dinner first! My baby makes the meanest lasagna!" he boasted Alex agreed as he was quite hungry and it smelled really good, so they made their wsy to the table.

Dinner was awkwardly quiet. Alex noticed that Frank and his gorgeous girlfriend were just staring at each other, no other words but he felt like they were talking in subliminal messages, something he doesn't quite understand how it works.

"So, how was your day?" she asked, her voice was cute and endearing. It's like a spell forcing you to tell the truth.

"Same shit. Different day. Except this day just got a whole lot better now that you're here." Frank answered. Alex couldn't believe what he was seeing and hearing. This was far from what he predicted Frank to be in a relationship.

"What about you, Alex?" she continued. Alex stopped his hands midway. His mouth was open and the lasagna fell back to his plate.

"I um…. It was good." Alex's voice croaked. He was surprised that she asked him. And to be honest, he was intimidated by her presence. Someone who had the power to control Woods' temper is a force that shouldn't be meddled with.

"Great! It's a good thing you two are having nice days. Frank told me a LOT about you!" she mused and Alex shifted uncomfortably, his eyes shifted to Frank, who was smiling oddly toward him.

"Get this, pal." Frank nudged him and he snapped back to reality, eating his last slice of the pasta.

"Today marks the first year my babe and I got together and we were kind of exploring a little bit…." he trailed. Alex swallowed his food with caution, he wasn't sure how this night is going to turn out as the couple began radiating a bizarre aura and tone in their voices.

"… so we were wondering if you are uhm.. how do I say this… open for a menage a trois." Frank completed, causing Alex to almost choke on his food. It explained everything, how Frank was too giddy at work and how he treated him quite well throughout the rest of the day. It was all because of this.

"I mean if you're not into it, then you could just say no and we'll forget this happened." he added, his hands waving surrender.

Alex cleared his throat and the couple turned to him, awkward silence filled the room as they waited for him to speak. He sighed.

"Just this one time." 

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Frank's partner emerged from the bathroom wearing lingerie that hugged her curves tightly, as if inviting everyone who could see it to slowly strip it away. The men were sitting on the edge of the bed, a huge space beside them reserved for her. Frank's jaw dropped at the view, while Alex still felt awkward and evaded eye contact. 

"Hot damn." Frank whispered and followed it with a whistle as she catwalked across the area and knelt infront of them. Her hands touched their bodies, Frank on the left, Alex on the right trailing her touch across their chests, down to their crotches. She cupped each of their slowly hardening cocks and smiled at their reaction. Alex's shoulders started to relax letting his tension clear out and accept that this was truly happening.

Frank grunted and sighed, her hands weren't even touching their cocks yet but she could feel the heat building inside them already. She slipped her bouncy breasts free from her bra and guided both their hands to play with it. Frank chuckled and quickly devoured his side while Alex was just stuck there. She felt his cold hands and prompted to guide him all the way, get him comfortable as it was going to be a long night.

Soft groans escaped her lips as Frank's mouth made wonders to her senses while Alex's conservative hands were slowly enjoying the feel of her nipples. Then as soon as they enjoyed themselves on her tits, it was time for her to move down.

She had known Frank's every inch quite well. She knew which jeans were buttoned, which were locked and which had belts and as soon as Frank knew it, his pants were already on his feet and his cock sprung against his shirt.

"Someone went through the day on commando���" she mused, her lips started trailing on his veiny manhood. Her hot breaths wrapped around Frank's cock. Her other hand was cupped against Alex's black boxers, he helped himself pull his pants down while she focused on Frank and her hands teasingly rubbed him against the polyester fabric. 

"Mmmm…" she moaned in unison with Frank whose head was now looking up and enjoying her mouth wrapped around his cock, making circles using her tongue not leaving every inch unexplored. Alex watched, feeling a little jealous and a lot turned on, he felt the pain of his erection trying to cut free but she was gripping it quite aggressively, he can't pull the underwear down.

She choked as she slowly lifted her head up his length, leaving trails of saliva drip down his cock, making his boyfriend smile in delight. Her hand gripped on him, slowly jerking it up and down with ease, thanks to the lubricant which came from her mouth. She then turned to Alex, who looked uneasy, and released her grip making Alex drop his underwear immediately revealing an equally impressive package. She giggled in delight as she started to plant soft kisses around him, while still jerking Frank. One kiss lead to another until such time that her mouth was already sliding up and down his length and making gagging noises.

The trio were taking turns exchanging gasps and moans, not caring if they were too loud enough to disturb people. They were having a wonderful time.

A few more gags and jerks and Frank and Alex stood in unison, tossing their pants away and pointed their tips on her mouth as she slid it sideways, giving each cock an equal amount of attention. The men's hands were lifting their shirts up as to not disturb her pleasure-filled performance, swallowing each length alternatively while the other one gets jerked and leaving no man unsatisfied.

Frank started to feel excited as he quickly grabbed something by the nightstand and instructed Alex to lie down on the bed. The friend followed and spread his legs wide enough for her body to fit while his cock wiggled through the erection. She slowly positioned herself on top of her boyfriends best pal and sat on his mouth. Alex immediately understood what this meant and started slurping her pussy, his tongue explored each of her lady parts while Frank gave her a kiss that the French people would start to take notes and update their ways.

They continued this until she was wet enough for action, thanks to Frank's mouth play and Alex's expert tongue painting skills, she was ready to take them both at the same time. 

She positioned herself atop of Alex's tip and slowly teased it by letting it feel a little bit of the sides. Alex brows furrowed in anticipation, his previous hesitation was engulfed by the lust and now he was willing to partake seriously at the initial proposal.

Frank gritted his teeth and pulled the foil wrapper open, quickly wrapping his length with the thin rubber, rolling it with ease. She flattened herself against Alex's firm chest, letting him feel her perked nipples against his and at the same time giving his boyfriend the perfect angle of her asshole.

Alex grunted as she slowly slid herself letting him in smoothly, their combined efforts made it easy for Alex's cock to slide in her as she moaned at each of his movement. 

"Aaaah..." she gasped as Frank's lubed cock simultaneously entered her other hole, his whole sensory organs confused as to which part of her should feel more overpowering. The newness of Alex's rod, or the pain from Frank's stick. Both of them moved differently inside her, making her create a different sound of mixed emotions.

"Damn babe, I like how tight this is... It feels.. new." Frank mused, his thrusts were slower as she was tighter, but he considered how this would initially hurt so he let her have him on her own accord. Alex on the other hand, was feeling the rush, once he got accustomed to her tightness, he immediately picked up his pace, like someone who was depraved of such feeling. Like a caged animal to explore in the wild.

Frank's partner didn't complain, she couldn't and she wasn't able to. Only short inaudible noises escaped her mouth as she was penetrated by two men like the way she dreamed of. It was a wish come true.

Red scratch marks filled Alex's strong arms as she gripped them tightly, nails almost deep enough to create scars. Alex was already biting his lip, hands locked onto his other one on the small of her back as his hips swayed like there was no tomorrow.

Frank was starting to feel the ease as he drops a few more of his lubricant, as he felt the slides were easy, he began matching his pace with his friend, sending the girl into a ride to pleasure town.

It went on for quite a while until they both stopped and slowed down. They were almost reaching their peaks and needed to settle down a while for more.

Alex got up and took a taste of her breasts, this time he was holding the both of them and was no longer shy, she liked this side of Alex, the one that always wanted to go out and get wild. Frank went down to her pussy, and boy did he know how to make her happy. His fingers expertly maneuvered its way inside her, making her lift herself up using her legs. She was squirming while trying to react to multiple pleasure impulses as both men were driving her crazy.

She now went on her knees and Frank effortlessly pulled the rubber away tossing it by the bed. Alex stood up and unbuttoned his clothes, showing her his marvelous body, something she secretly wanted to see. She started swallowing his cock slowly until Frank immediately thrusted from behind making her choke on Alex's. This made her look back at Frank to complain but the wonderful view of his naked boyfriend who's arm muscles clenched while gripping on her hips and the way his chest muscles slightly bounce on each of his thrusts made her forget about it and enjoy it instead. With her head looking back to Alex's cock, she resumed the sucking while being fucked from behind.

They tried every possible combination and positions all throughout the night. The couple took advantage of Alex's participation as they were sure this wasn't going to happen again. They made the best of the moment and the two men came more than once, they burst their loads all around her body drenching her in hot sticky excretions made from lustful desires.

Alex eventually slept at Frank's house claiming he was too exhausted to drive home. The next morning he was slumped on the couch and back to his normal responsible self. Maybe sometimes, you just have to let loose and relax yourself, he thought.

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“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” + ThanZag feels very fitting <33

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It was when the door of the cheap motel room closed behind him that it really sunk in.

Just what he’d done. How alone he was now.

The silence pressed in on him from all sides and it was all Zagreus could do to lean back on the wall, sink his fingers into his hair and take long, slow breaths. If he tried to move, if he tried to let the thoughts in, he felt for sure he would break into a thousand pieces.

He’d done it. He’d left the old man, he’d done what he’d threatened to do for years and years, he’d thrown as many of his possessions as he could into a bag and he’d left. It had been one argument too many, a poisonous comment that had struck too hard, too many words that just couldn’t be taken back. He hadn’t even been planning on it, he hadn’t known this would be the one that broke him. He’d just gone into his room, slammed the door, packed as quickly as he could and left out of one of the mansion’s windows.

Zagreus had done what he’d fantasised about since he was a kid, over the long, hard years of his relationship to Hades becoming more tense and more strained. And it was only now that he realised he’d never once thought beyond that moment. He’d never decided what would come after the deep, deep breath he took once he was beyond the armoured gates.

It was bitterly funny. Hadn’t people always told him he never thought things through?

He’d driven here in a daze, paid for a room with too much of the money he’d been carefully hiding away for years, just needing to put something between him and the rest of the world even if that something had to be some filthy, moulding motel walls.

And now he was alone. He was alone and he hadn’t even said goodbye.

Zag’s phone had been buzzing like an angry insect since ten minutes after he’d left. Unable to face it, he’d shoved it deep into the pocket of his hoodie and let it rattle away accusingly. But it must have stopped at least for a while because now it sprang back into life and he jumped a mile.

Before he could think better of it, acting on reflex without driving to occupy his hands, he pulled it out and looked at the screen. No text, just a single emoji of a skull. Zag felt his heart squeeze painfully.

He didn’t want to be alone. He really, really didn’t. So, feeling wretchedly pathetic, he skimmed Thanatos’ simple, straightforward text- where are you- and answered with just the name of the motel he’d checked into. And he hated himself for how much he hoped.

While he waited, Zag busied his hands by making a truly awful cup of coffee. Probably not a good idea to give himself more stimulant but that's what was laid out in a little sachet next to a mug with a smudged rim and if he stayed still another moment he was going to start bleeding from the eyes.

He was sat on the bed, sipping it and at least getting some comfort from the warmth if not the flavour, when he heard the knock on the door. Rapped, precise, to the point. Just like everything else about Thanatos.

“Yes?” Zag looked up, biting his lip, “It’s, uh, it’s open.”

He looked like he had just come from work. His suit showed no wear, of course, it was neat and crisp and grey as it always was, his ornamentation fixed in place, the clasp collar around his neck, the single earring all catching the low streetlight from outside. The tiredness was only in his eyes, more hollow that usual, his mouth more downturned. He had known Thanatos his whole life and could read when that usually perfect, placid face was hiding exasperation and tiredness. Usually it was his fault.

“Was I even going to get a goodbye, Zagreus?” he murmured sadly.

Zag took a shaky breath, pushing his fingers through his hair, “I...I’m sorry...I didn’t think…please don’t tell anyone else where I am.”

“You know I won’t,” Than sighed, almost like the fact he needed to ask stung him, “What happened?”

“My mother,” Zag admitted, the word alone feeling heavy on his tongue, “I just couldn’t take it any more.”

“Is that why you left?” Than’s expression had gentled a little, he knew what a sore spot this was, “Are you going to go look for her?”

Zag opened his mouth before closing it helplessly and shaking his head, staring down at his hands, at the dried blood under his fingernails from where he’d scraped them down the tree he’d scaled to get from his window to the ground, “I don’t know. I don’t know if I can.”

There was a moment where the space between them seemed to grow before Thanatos lifted his head and stated simply, “You can. We can. I’ll help you.”

Zag’s eyes snapped up, wide and hopeful but scared to be. He swallowed and shook his head, “No. No, Than, I can’t ask you to do that. I can’t ask you to go against him, your job is everything to you!”

“It was,” Than admitted, unfolding his arms and resting them at his sides, though his eyes struggled to settle on Zag’s, “It used to be, I mean. Before...”

Zag frowned, not sure he wasn’t understanding because Thanatos was being obtuse or because he was being stupid or because his nerves were jangling with stress and too much coffee, “Than. I’m not asking my best friend to risk his whole life because I can’t sort out my shit.”

Now there was real hurt in Thanatos’ voice as his expression tightened and he groaned, “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it, Zagreus. So please don’t give me that. I came here for you, didn’t I, I went against a direct order from my boss and from my mother for you. I lied to them for you. Gods, the least you could do is not doubt me now.”

Zag’s mouth fell open. However he had thought this might happen, if this really was happening, it had never been like this. He was the impulsive one, he was the one who launched into things without thinking and ran his mouth off and ruined whatever he was trying to build with his recklessness. He always thought he would be the one to blurt out what had been happening between them for a while, when it became too much to bear or he didn’t keep his brain on a tight enough leash.

And the most he’d dared hope for was that Thanatos would kiss him back.

His friend flushed, shoulders coming up protectively, “I’m sorry, Zagreus. I shouldn’t be putting this on you right now, not after everything you’ve been through tonight, forget I said anything-”

“No, don’t you dare,” Zag stood, feeling everything in him ache across the gap between them, “Don’t take it back. This...Than, this is perfect.”

“Oh.” He’d never seen his friend surprised before, not like this. He’d never seen Thanatos lost for words but he was now, that small, soft noise apparently all he could muster in response to that.

Suddenly he was grinning, “I’ve felt so lost, I had no idea where to go or what to do or what to want next. But now I know.”

“You do?” There was the Thanatos he’d always suspected no one else got to see, written plain upon that lovely face with no armour to hide behind.

“Yes. I want you.” And it really was that simple.

They both surged forward together but Than was faster and they collided close enough to the bed that Zag was knocked back onto it. They were kissing immediately, hungry, messy, frantic kisses borne of wanting to do this for so long and unable to bear a second longer. It was like all their teenage years going up like flash paper, all the glances where they’d wondered maybe, if only, what if turned into pure need. Something tore as Thanatos pulled Zagreus’ clothes away, Thanatos’ jewellery was flung to the floor without a second thought for it’s expense. None of it mattered, just the sharp, wanton inhale of finally.

“My bag,” Zag panted as Than’s teeth grazed his nipples, skated along the neat, thin scars there.

“Mm?” Clearly his lover wasn’t listening and Zag found it hard to pull him away from what he was doing. But it was going to be hard to progress without the right equipment.

“My bag, on the ground,” Zag’s voice wavered as Than sucked and nipped, “Condoms, lube, it’s in there.”

Than’s golden eyes flickered up to him cautiously, he pulled up a little, lips swollen, “You’re sure? That’s what you want?”

Zagreus could have kissed him for thinking to ask, before he realised he could do that now. So it was practically into his mouth that he whispered, “Yes. I’ve wanted it for a pretty fucking long time.”

He was grateful for Thanatos’ ruthless efficiency, it was less than a minute before he was rolling the condom down his erection, crouched over Zagreus. He felt his eyes on him and looked up, smirking.

“Hope I’m living up to expectations?”

“Oh yeah,” Zag grinned shamelessly, not hiding where his eyes were focused, “You’re exactly as...well, impressive as I imagined”

“You’ll tell me more about those imaginings one day,” Than promised, though his cheeks were flushed as he leaned close and kissed Zag, hands sliding across to move his thighs apart.

It was those golden eyes’ turn to wander and Zag couldn’t deny he felt relief at the fervour he saw in them.

There was no more waiting after that. Than wrapped his arms around Zag’s chest and drew him close as he pressed against his entrance. Zag whimpered, shifting lower against the pillows, holding Than’s shoulders tightly.

“I’ll go slow,” Than promised, inching forward, eyes searching Zag’s face for any sign to do anything but move forward.

“Oh gods,” Zag choked out, breathing heavily, doing everything he could to signal for yes and more as his words failed him.

Eventually he was in him to the hilt and everything felt right. He loosely wrapped his legs around Than’s slim hips, as if to keep him there, not that Than was entertaining any thoughts of doing anything but fucking him, slow and deep and indulgently. As he rocked him against the thin mattress, Zag could only whine and beg nearly incoherently, one hand coming down to play with his cock as Than thrust. He always needed something to do with his hands after all.

Between that and the years of pent up pining, it wasn’t long before Zag was tipping his head back and gasping, “Fuck, Than, I’m there…”

Than nodded, kissing at his jaw, mumbling, “Yes. Gods, yes, Zag, with me. Together.”

“Always,” Zag whined before he felt everything tense almost painfully, paralyzed as his orgasm rolled through him. Thanatos was a moment behind, sighing his name as he came, whispering it like a prayer.

Afterwards the silence was back but this time Zag welcomed it. It was comfortable, safe, as long as he had Than’s arms wrapped around him. It was a moment he could live in without worry, without having to think about what came before and what would come after. There was only now and now was Thanatos.

Eventually they had to disentangle themselves and all the awkwardness that came with that, shifting the sheets below them so they weren’t lying in the damp spot, tossing the condom in the trash. But there was something a little giddy about it, they must have caught each other’s eye and giggled almost hysterically five times before they were cuddled up again, catching their breath in each other’s arms.

“Ah Zagreus,” Than murmured, kissing the top of his head, “Maybe I should think less. Good things always seem to happen when I do.”

Zag chuckled, “Don’t change too much. I’m going to need you.”

The arms around him tightened, “You have me, Zagreus. I promise.”

And it was then that it really sunk in.

Zag was never going to be alone again.

[chelsfic]

I’ll Just Look on Through My Love - Guillermo x Reader x Nandor One-shot (Dom/Sub, One-shot)

Sorry for the gif lmao

Sequel to A Familiar’s Familiar

WWDITS Masterlist | AO3

Summary: Guillermo and Nandor punish you. Nandor thinks Guillermo is far too lenient with you.

Warnings/Tags: Dom/sub, choking, humiliation, Gender Neutral Pronouns/Descriptions

Nandor’s hand is gigantic. It wraps practically all the way around your throat. His fingers and thumb dig into the tender flesh under your jaw bone, forcing your head back against his broad chest. Guillermo’s hand is smaller, but more vicious. His blunt fingernails cut into your sensitive skin. You’re sandwiched between them, Guillermo’s weight pressing into your chest and Nandor’s ice cold breath creeping over the nape of your neck. Their bodies hold you up, your feet dangling, barely scraping the floor of your little bedroom under the stairs.

 “Look at you, chiquis,” Guillermo’s voice is stern but there’s a tremor in it that betrays how affected he is by this scene. Not to mention his achingly hard erection, currently rocking against your pelvis. “Weeping, whining, falling apart. Is this what it takes to teach you respect?”

 Nandor growls into your ear, his beard scraping roughly against your cheek as he leans over you and grabs Guillermo up in a broken, feral kiss. Their hands loosen around your throat and you sob as the blood rushes painfully back to your oxygen-deprived brain. Shadows and brilliant sparks of light fade from your vision as you recover yourself, suspended between your master and his master.  

 Nandor snarls into the kiss and Guillermo responds with a breathy, needy moan. Hearing the way your master responds to Nandor’s attentions sends a pulsing ache to your groin. But you’re still weak and weepy with the sorrow of disappointing Guillermo. You fist your little hands into the fabric of his sweater and bury your face in the crook of his neck, clinging to him and begging for forgiveness. “I’m sorry,” you repeat over and over again.

 Nandor’s chest rumbles with low laughter and he begins thrusting to the rhythm of your cries; his firm erection rubs against your ass through layers and layers of clothing. “Your familiar is spoiled, Guillermo,” he chides, pulling back from the kiss, his mouth painted with blood. Guillermo’s lips are a beautiful ruin. “They think they can run around this house disrespecting vampires and just say they are sorry ?”

 Nandor wraps his arms around you, replacing his hand around your throat and pulling you away from your master. You sob pitifully at the separation and try again, “Please, I’m really sorry, Master. Master Nandor. I won’t ever roll my eyes at you again. Please…”

 “It’s too late for that!” Nandor grouses. He squeezes his hand on your throat in a petulant warning before letting his fingers relax. “You think I don’t know you don’t give a shit about me? Well, it’s pretty clear. Look at you, so sad and desperate for Guillermo. Well, guess what? Guillermo doesn’t want you. He wants me. Isn’t that right, Guillermo?

 Your master is undressing, responding to some unspoken command from Nandor’s eyes. He removes his clothing with neat precision, folding and setting each item down on the little nightstand beside your cot. “Yes, master,” he answers with a needy moan, finally working the skin-tight boxer-briefs down his curvy legs and standing naked and exposed before you. 

 Guillermo’s body is so perfect it hurts. Your eyes linger over his heaving chest, the round slope of his plush stomach, the shape of his heavy erection jutting out between thick thighs. The only other time you’ve seen your master nude was that night...months ago when he’d offered you the job. But it had been dark and he’d been in a rush. Still. The memory of his words sends a shiver down your spine, If you want this job...you’ll need to lose your virginity first...

 Nandor speaks and you snap back to the present. You can practically see the open-mouthed leer on his lips as he hisses in satisfaction. “Look at you, Guillermo! Your cheeks are so rosy...and that fat cock is ready for me, isn’t it?”

 “Yes, master.” Guillermo backs up until his knees hit the edge of your pitiful little mattress. He lays down on it, his legs spread open and you might faint. Your beautiful master, naked and yearning, laid out in the place where you sleep every night! He ghosts a hand over his dick and pants, “I want you, master. I’ve been good.”

 “Hm, debatable,” Nandor mocks. He’s grinding himself into your ass and you feel yourself responding, subtly rocking back against him. “You can’t even keep your own familiar in line, after all. I have to do everything for you, do I? Guillermo, prepare yourself for me while this pitiful little thing watches.”

 Guillermo groans in delight, shoving his hands between his spread legs. The air rushes from your lungs at the sight and Nandor laughs over your head. “He’s not for you, little human.”

 You watch as Guillermo glances over at your nightstand and back at you with a questioning arch of his brows. Oh god…

 “I-in the drawer, master,” you tell him, face burning as he reaches into the drawer and pulls out the bottle of lube you’d purchased with rather unrealistically hopeful expectations. 

 He smirks at you as he pours the liquid over his fingers, “My familiar is keeping secrets from me, too? What are you doing in here all by yourself in the middle of the day with this, huh?” Guillermo’s fingers trace past his cock, inching between his legs. “Do you touch yourself and think about me? What do you think about? Getting fucked by me?” His fingers disappear and he regards you coldly. “No...it’s something else isn’t it? Something sadder. You think about rutting against me like the pathetic, mewling underservant you are? Fucking yourself on my thigh while I ignore you? Is that what gets you off?”

 Guillermo’s working himself open as he speaks and Nandor’s hand has fallen from your neck. He’s holding you in a bone-cracking bear hug as he frantically humps you from behind. Warmth pools between your legs and every little motion causes your underwear to brush against your sex, sending an electric jolt through your core. You could come without ever being touched.

 “I hope you’re ready for me, Guillermo. Because I cannot wait any longer.” Nandor drags you forward and throws you down on the narrow bed beside your master. You lay there, frozen and unsure, next to your writhing, panting master. Nandor climbs on after you, kneeling between Guillermo’s spread legs. “You’re going to lay there and watch while I fuck your master into the mattress. Won’t that be nice?” When you don’t answer Nandor’s face turns stony. “What do you say when a superior does a kindness for you, mortal?”

 “Thank you, Master Nandor.” Your voice is small. 

 You curl onto your side so you can face your master; maybe you can pretend it’s just the two of you. But Guillermo ignores you, staring up at Nandor with his eyes blown. His face is slack and he squirms wantonly, begging with his body for his master’s attention. What would it be like, you wonder, to be the object of Guillermo’s adoration? Your hands lay limp on the mattress, twitching every now and then with the desire to reach out and touch what you can’t have.

 Nandor unbuttons his fly and pulls out his straining cock, already glistening with pre-cum. He lines himself up without ceremony and rails into Guillermo’s soft, pliant body. Your master cries out, his hands bracing against the wall behind his head as Nandor starts plowing into him with unforgiving force. You watch, rapt, your face only inches from Guillermo’s on the pillow. Nandor is a writhing, brutal force of nature, but you only have eyes for your sweet master. His face scrunches up so adorably in pain-pleasure. His pouty lips are parted and little mewling cries spill out with every breath. Nandor is, as always, relentless. You want to scream at him to kiss and hold your master the way he deserves. But you swallow the instinct, dreaming instead of being the one to kiss his swollen, bloodied lips.

 “You need to learn, little human,” Nandor huffs, his hands digging cruelly into Guillermo’s fleshy thighs. “I’m your master’s master. You disrespect me, then you disrespect your master! Understand?”

 A sob tears from your throat and you bury your face into Guillermo’s sweaty shoulder, hiding your overwrought emotions from the vampire’s cold gaze. Guillermo coos at you soothingly, even as he takes his master’s cock deeper inside of him. He drops one arm down onto your shoulders and hugs you to his side. 

 “You’re too lenient with your familiar, Guillermo,” Nandor growls, his voice hiccupping with the intensity of his human’s hot, tight body wrapped around him. 

 Guillermo gasps out a laugh and says, “I wonder where I learned that?”

 Nandor roars at the impertinence just as his climax takes hold. He frantically grabs for his familiar’s neglected cock. He strokes with precise, inhuman speed that carries Guillermo into a rapid, overwhelming orgasm of his own. You cling onto your master, sniffling and crying into his shoulder as he shakes and gasps.

 Nandor slides out of Guillermo, his cock still throbbing and pulsing out hot ropes of semen that splatter over the human’s inner thighs and belly. He waits until the last drop shoots onto Guillermo’s flushed skin before tucking himself away and standing with a ridiculously dignified air considering what he’s just been doing.

 “I’ll expect you in my crypt in an hour to get me ready for coffin,” he commands, turning on his heel and disappearing behind the flimsy curtain. 

 The quiet in your little room is deafening and it makes it all the more apparent when Guillermo’s soft, panting breaths thicken into silent sobs. You raise your head from the cradle of his shoulder, watching his beautiful face collapse in anguish as he cries. Something inside of you breaks. You forget your own angst--the misery of disappointing Guillermo and the terror of his vampire master taking control over your punishment. Your master is hurting and it feels like someone has cracked open your chest and ripped out your heart. 

 “Oh, master!” you plead, reaching up and wiping the tears from his cheeks. “Please, don’t cry.”

 Guillermo takes another minute to regain control. It’s probably taking advantage of his compromised state but you put your arm around his chest and hug him to you. You need to comfort him and, maybe, you need the comfort of his soft warm body as well. When his sobs finally abate, he tries and fails to attain his usual cold, mean demeanor. You’d take a dozen more punishments if it would heal the broken tremor in his voice that betrays him. “Clean me up, familiar.”

 You dash down the hall, returning in moments with a damp washcloth. Guillermo shifts over on the cot, allowing you space to sit at his side as you gently wipe away the drying gobs of Nandor’s semen from his chest and stomach. You blush a little when he parts his thighs and motions for you to clean him down there as well. But, as much as you lust after your beautiful master, that isn’t what this moment is about. You move to kneel between his legs and clean him with a reverence that feels sacred and pure. Touching him softly, you hiss in sympathy when you notice the finger-shaped bruises forming on his thighs. Guillermo stays utterly quiet throughout, staring into the middle distance. 

 “There,” you say, dropping the cloth onto the floor by the bed. “Good as new, master.”

 Guillermo says nothing, his face is a blank mask but you notice that he’s shivering. 

 “Are you cold?” you ask, tugging at the blanket and covering him with it. You feel suddenly nervous. This is unknown territory, you’ve never actually witnessed the private side of his relationship with Nandor. You can’t help but compare the way Nandor fled afterwards with the way Guillermo let you sleep in bed with him that night after he first punished you…

 Feeling uncertain, but desperately wanting to offer comfort, you climb under the blanket with him and cautiously snuggle into his side. You expect him to push you away, or perhaps to lay rigidly beside you. But Guillermo accepts your touch, allowing you to pillow your head on his soft, scarcely-haired chest. He lets out a shaky sigh and his eyes drift closed.

 “Is this alright, master?” you ask, your voice trembling. “Just for a little while, until you feel better?”

 Guillermo doesn’t answer out loud. Instead, he wraps his arms around you and drops a kiss onto the top of your head. Your lips split into a painful smile. You bury your face in his chest, pressing your lips to his smooth skin and kissing directly over his heart. You think you could endure a thousand nights of having to watch, with pitiful yearning in your gut, if your master will only hold you like this and kiss you sweetly each time.

 “Good familiar,” he breaths into your tangled hair and your heart swells.

[seancekitsch]

Fountainhead

a/n: smut, blood, mention of ptsd, addiction, thinking sad things during sex, drug use, loosely based on real events

Klaus was maybe at his most beautiful when he was squirming below you. Because today was his birthday, you weren’t going to let it be any other way. Your entire plan was to spend the day pleasuring him before his siblings came over for a little joint birthday dinner you were hosting with pizza Allison was picking up. And you offered— Klaus offered to host in your little studio apartment because you finally had a kitchen table. A bistro table from the little bar around the corner that forgot to chain and lock it up after closing. Free table. You could fit four of them there, and with the tv trays you found at goodwill, you could fit two more on the couch. You and Klaus could sit on the bed (now with a bed frame that may or may not have been his deceased fathers) or the floor (now with a rug instead of a bedsheet) to be comfortable, but this was mainly to show that your flat was becoming more like a home. But until his siblings arrived, he was all yours. You were making good use of that time.

It starts in the morning shower, with you washing his hair while he sits himself down on the floor so you can reach. And after all of the shampoo rinses out you reward him for not fussing or trying to make a beard out of the suds by straddling him on the shower floor and ride him until the water turns cold. He leans over you to turn off the faucet without letting you go from his grasp. Next you towel each other off while stepping out of the cold shower onto the equally cold tile floor and give him a loving firm reach around, catching his spunk in your hand and taking the time to gently pour it into your mouth before kissing him and suggesting breakfast. Eggs, if you have them. If not, waffles, your treat. He smokes a little birthday joint you rolled for him, one of many that spelled out his name on the little bistro table this morning when you woke him up. By the time you plate breakfast he’s high and handsy, grabbing at your hips before you push back to grind your ass against his hips. If he wants to take you from behind against the counter while the food you just prepared goes cold, you’re happy to oblige. Someone only turns thirty-two once (with the exception of Five).

And so he does. He deftly pulls your underwear to the side and thrusts long and hard into you. You lean down to rest on the counter and push back into him, sometimes sneaking a small bit of his waffles when you think he isn’t looking because they’re right near your head and they just smell so damn good. His pleasure is all that the day is about, but you’d be damned if you didn’t get a little reward for your efforts. So waffles it is, you think. Waffles, and the sweet blunt ecstasy of Klaus steadily fucking into you, his hip bones punctuating his motion against your ass. Fucking deep while you cry out his name between bites. Klaus had become a bit more dominant as the stickiness of summer came and went, fading into fall. He’s by no means the one that takes charge, but every once in a while he surprises you.

You suppose it’s because he’s been with you for so long. He told you one night, the same night you both celebrated two months of ‘sobriety’ aka free from anything hard enough to ruin your lives, that you were the person he had been with the longest in modern times. At first it confused you, but then you remembered he spent some time in the 1400s and the 1960s.

“You mean Dave?” you asked, quiet, almost nervous about his answer.

“H-how do you know about Dave?” bingo. Dave. You’d heard him mention a Dave before.

“At the clinic. Y’know. In your sleep? You talk,” sparing him any embarrassment. He wouldn’t talk, but scream Dave’s name in his sleep while he went through withdrawal in the room across from yours. You knew about Dave.

Klaus opened up to you that night, fully. Of course you’d known him and he told you who his family was, but this was new. This was Klaus on the inside, his heart and his soul bared to you. A Snickers bar bearing its nougat and caramel to a kid who stole it from the corner store. You were okay with Dave being Klaus’ true love. You didn’t think that what you felt for Klaus could be classified as love yet, and even if Klaus’ true love wasn’t you, you had him now. He had Dave and Dave was very special, and now he has you, and you’re special enough to be around this long. Vietnam in general was different. Vietnam has Klaus jumping and shutting down at fireworks and thunderstorms and trash trucks backfiring too loudly near the apartment. Vietnam made Klaus cruel sometimes, though you supposed that could also be a product of a lifetime of abuse. ‘Sobriety’ was new but post traumatic stress was not, and sometimes he didn’t know how to hold his tongue or cope with the ghosts or his own demons. Sometimes you’d lie awake, eyes glassy with unshed tears, rubbing Klaus’ back wishing you could take away Vietnam for him without taking away Dave. ‘Sobriety’ had made you less selfish that way. A week after he told you about Dave, you told him about your life. About how you’d been in a clique of drug snorting scholars from a young age, starting college early and taking too much on your plate. You told him how he was your first age appropriate partner, how you’d been a serial monogamist because it was easier to keep a steady source of prescriptions coming your way. How you were engaged to someone quite literally because you were on the same research team and they had a nice house and nothing else. How you’d spent weeks digging and struggling through articles and research until you cut sleep out all together with a flour bag filled with various adhd drugs and other stimulants all ground up and mixed together to snort at a moments notice. How empty and meaningless everything you had was outside of work and drugs. How—

When he finishes inside you, he kisses your neck. He reaches down with one hand to help you finish as well, skillful fingers dancing on your clit while he softens inside you. It doesn’t take you too long to come around him with a shuddering, squeaky moan. He kisses your neck again, and then asks you to pass him the half eaten waffle. There’s a whole one next to it, but he’s done this before. He likes to eat the same food you do.

* • • • •

This was Klaus’.... fifth blow job of the day? But you’re taking your time to make this one special. The setting of the sun makes his skin glow warmly as you push his form back onto the bed and the movement of your kisses heads south. He lets out a noise between a sigh and a ragged groan as you playfully bite his left hip bone where it protrudes as you undo his pants. You take your time dangerously slow to pull them off of him and to free his cock from its confinement. Inch by inch it strains until it’s free, and bounces back up against his stomach. You stop pulling the pants down around when you reach his knees, impatient and eager to please him.

You’d begun to feel a little lightheaded before you began undressing Klaus, but you chalk it up to a day of post-coital dehydration and figure you’ll have some water or a beer when the rest of his siblings arrive. You defocus the unsettledness in your head and focus back on the gorgeous cock in front of you. Cock isn’t the most beautiful thing on earth, but as far as phalluses... phalli.... cocks go, Klaus’ is a beauty and not just because it’s attached to him. You take care to make eye contact, before running your tongue across your lips and pressing a wet kiss to the tip. He stares into your eyes as your lips caress him, a look in them full of wonderment and desire, like for the last breakfast sandwich for the day at a gas station, but with a depth that no greasy bacon or cheese could satisfy. The look doesn’t last long, because the second your tongue swipes the slit his head lolls back between his shoulder blades and he slumps into the mattress.

“Fuck— ah- thank you, doctor,” he giggles, breathy and in a haze.

As your cheeks hollow out, you take him to the back of your throat; almost his entire cock, but what you cannot fit you wrap your fingers around. You almost remind him you’re not that kind of doctor, but you don’t. Thank god for spit being nature’s lube, you think as you start to stroke the base of his shaft. You focus on the stroking with your wet fingers, the light massage that comes to the underside of his shaft with the movement of your tongue, before pulling almost all the way off of him. You never fully take him out of your mouth, instead taking a deep breath before sucking and moaning on the head, reverberation from it earning you a moan in response from the birthday boy.

But as you bob your head once, twice, and then finally back down to take him to your throat, you taste something off. Something coppery. Not spit, not spunk.

blood.

Your eyes shoot open and you try to tell him. Your lightheaded feeling before was the onset of a nosebleed, not dehydration. Fuck yourself for having a deviated septum. Fuck snorting so much for a third of your life that it got to this point. Fuck yourself for not getting that fixed. You try to say “blood, nosebleed, big problem” but with his cock in your mouth it reverberates the same as before and he moans, grabbing the back of your head. The exact opposite of what you wanted from him. So you take your hand off the base of his cock, the one you didn’t realize was covered in nose blood instead of your own spit, and smack it on his chest to get his attention.

He jolts up, and you meet each other’s eyes with panic.

There’s a knock on the door. His cock falls from your mouth.

FUCK.

Another knock.

“Maybe it’s just Allison? She was bringing pizza. She’ll understand,” He reassures, both of you still not moving. The blood was not a trickle, not a brook or small stream. This was as if someone had turned the knob on fountain as far open as it could, and the floodgates opened and gushed down your face. It was still steady as the seconds passed.

“Klaus? Y/n? We’re all here for dinner. Pizzas getting cold,” Diego’s voice exclaims through door. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.

“Maybe they won’t notice? I get nosebleeds all the time,” you offer, now sat up with blood finding its way to your chest and shirt as well. “Quick, pants on. I’ll get the door.”

He obeys, quickly shuffling his pants back up over his still hard cock and goes to stand while you dash to the door. You fumble with the lock, wipe your face with the back of your arm, and open the door. Behind it you’re met with shocked and alarmed faces of the entire Hargreeves family.

“Come in! Come on in. Happy birthday,” You smile, wide, like the cat that had caught the canary. Vanya looks you up and down, not even having to ask before you supply, “don’t worry, deviated septum, you know.”

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Allison asks and you nod, maybe too enthusiastically. She heads to the kitchen with Luther, both either fully satisfied with that answer or not at all. But nonetheless Vanya offers to help you clean up in the bathroom and you’re happy to leave Klaus with his other siblings to get out of the embarrassment. But as you reach the door, Five calls out to you,

“Make sure you get something to clean up out here too, Y/n. Your blood got all over Klaus.”

Fuck.

[onf-headcanons]

First time (A Jaeyoung x Reader fic)

A sequel to this 

A/N: Again English is not my mother tongue even tho its my second language. So please bear with me if my English or my writing is horrible and weird . Plus, this first time series will be slightly different as it continues from a previous idea. Also warning really long post : smut, scars, and oral.

This piece can stand on its own but I recommend to read the prequel for a better understanding of the setting. 

ok without further ado, here we go.

So it has been 8 months ever since you and Jaeyoung started dating. Due to work life, the pace of your relationship leans to slow and steady. You two do go to movies, do window shopping, casually hanging out at each other’s apartment. Even if the two of you stay overnight, Jaeyoung will keep distance by sleeping on the couch, quote his word “Let’s not rush things for now.”

You two did not had much chance to explore/progress into steamy skinship. Its just more on holding hands,cuddling, kissing on each other’s cheeks and forehead. Notable mention that Jaeyoung loves to kiss your hand and when alone he loves to keep you close beside him.

Both of you did nearly did it once because the mood was right and both of you were immersed into each others’ kisses thanks to a bit of alcohol. Only to be interrupted by your family ringing your phone. Feeling sorry about it, but also realizing the consequences should your family did not call you. Yea, looks like you are still traumatized from what happened in previous relationships.

Jaeyoung on the other hand, just pats your head and smiles. “It ok, I don’t think we should do it on a whim either.”

Then some days later, you two were assigned to participate a seminar at another city, and the last day of the seminar happens to be Friday. During lunch break, Jaeyoung suggested that you two should extend the stay and have a nice weekend at the other city. You felt that you two did not hang out recently and you agreed with him.

“Uhmm, Y/N?” Jaeyoung tries to bring up something from his mind. “What do you think about we sharing a bed throughout the weekend?”

You are focusing at munching your food while scrolling your phone about hotel recommendations (helping Jaeyoung to choose one out) and just bluntly reply, “Sure, I guess? Its cheaper anyways.”

To your surprise, Jaeyoung clears his throat. And it gains your attention, so you lower your phone and take a quick glance of your boyfriend. Jaeyoung shifts towards you by pulling his chair closer to yours.“Y/N? That was me suggesting we should advance one step further during the weekend? You know, one bed?”

“Oh dear,” You flustered and then you suddenly feel apologetic for not getting the cue  “My bad. I was-” 

You could not finish your words as Jaeyoung just looks at you affectionately with a smirk in his face. You could feel your cheeks are flushed.His smile widens as he is content seeing you being flustered and he pats you on your shoulder hinting you to take it easy. Before he left for meeting, he lets you decide on the hotel room for the weekend. He will know your decision by the type and number of the room you booked.

Fast forward to weekend, you two moved to a king size bed room. (Yes its the same hotel and you both were in single bed room and rooms are far apart). You are waiting for Jaeyoung while he showers and you are drying your hair. You are in your usual T-shirt and ankle length sleeping pants, the comfortable attire. You do feel dressing up intentionally felt very off from your personality.

You inhale deeply as you glance at the king sized bed. You wonder if you really made the right decision. You know Jaeyoung is different from your exes (he also proves to be) and you know you should not compare, but deep down you are scared. WHAT IF IT DID NOT WORK OUT? It would be a lie that you did not get flashbacks of people used to love pointing out your scars being horrendous and disgusting.

The bathroom door clicks and Jaeyoung steps out with bathrobe on him. He smiles awkwardly explaining that was not intentional and he forgot to take his clothes with him. The cloth that ties his bathrobe is loosely tightened and you can glimpse his collarbone and toned chest clearly. You saw his upper body naked before when hanging out with company colleague during company trip in Bali, but this time is different, his relationship status with you is different and the situation is different. You reply him that you did not mind but you are obviously avoiding his gaze. He notices that you are behaving weird immediately. 

Jaeyoung reaches out and places his hand on your cheek, you jolt a bit as his actions caught you off guard. “You know, if you don’t want to...”

“No, I am fine.” You place your hand on his and look him with a determined look.”I am just worried, are you really sure that you are not going to freak out?”

“Looks like I gotta prove it through my actions then..” Jaeyoung let out a sigh and a weary grin when he finally understands what are your concerns. His other hand reaches to the other cheek of yours and pulls you closer to him,

His lips touches yours gently. Seeing you did not push him away even though your hands are at his chest, he starts to give your lower lip a few soft nibble while kissing the corners of your lips. Your eyes are closed and trying your best to give him the best response.

And out of a sudden, Jaeyoung lift you up by giving you a bridal carry and then gently puts you down on the bed. He then gets a lube and some condoms from his bag before joining you on bed. You breathe sharply to calm yourself while watching Jaeyoung hovers on top of you. The loose collar of his bathrobe drapes down and you can his torso and his abs even better now. Your hands are in front of your chest clenching on the fabric of your T shirt.

 “I won’t be rough, I promise.” Jaeyoung grabs one of your hand and kisses your knuckles like how he did it usually. Not knowing how to respond, you only nod as a sign of consent. Jaeyoung just chuckles and lands a kiss on your lips again. 

The hand he was holding a while ago, is now placed beside your head, and fingers tightly interlocking with Jaeyoung’s. And as Jaeyoung deepens his kiss, you throw your other arms and wrap around his neck.

He is progressing with you slow but sensual. Its the second time he used his tongue, you can tell that he is not trying hard not be aggressive towards you. You respond to him by copying him and letting out soft moans, as a reward, he cups your face with his another hand and caress your jawline affectionately. He  pauses occasionally to let you catch your breath and using that opportunity to check if you are doing alright. 

After several exchanges of kisses, you are breathing heavily and looked dazed. Your face, ears and neck are flushed red. Jaeyoung curse in his mind when he sees you being submissive. He lets go of the hand that was still holding to yours, and strips his bathrobe off, revealing only his underwear. You notice his bulge and you begin wonder if it is going to hurt later. 

“I should take them off as well.” You push yourself up while softly murmurs and grabs the hem of your shirt. Jaeyoung only fixes his gaze on you while watching you fully undress everything (Including your bra if your are fem reader). Your scars finally fully revealed themselves in front of him. You turn to face your boyfriend and observe his facial expression, trying to read his thoughts on your scars.

Without saying anything, Jaeyoung reaches out and lightly traces a part of your scar ranges from your shoulder to your chest. His touch is light as if he is scared of hurting you if he applied force on his fingertips. You try to keep still not to shiver or to talk weird stuff that will backfire. You eyes moving back and forth from his face and the sheets.

“It really amazes me how you went through and endure all of this with a strong heart.” The man in front of you breaks the silence. “I wish I could exchange all the pain and consequences you have been through but...”

The “But” caught your attention and your eyes fix on his.

“I know what I am saying are just pretty words, you must have heard them plenty already.” he continues while moving his hand to your cheek, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

You break into a smile and shake your head. “They normally freak out when they sees my scars, let alone suggesting to bear the pain for me if they could.” When you finished, Jaeyoung pulls you closer and pins you down back to bed again.

“Their loss.” Jaeyoung hisses, you agree with him by laughing at his words. He kisses you on the side of your neck before resting his forehead on your chest. His arms are supporting his weight and resting beside your shoulders. He mumbles. “Thank you for trusting me, Y/N.”

The moment you heard him thanking you, you could not help but tearing up. You bite your lower lip, enduring it and hope he does not find out. You silently gulped before you kiss the top of his head and enjoy the smell of the hotel shampoo. Jaeyoung then pushes himself up and asks you if you are ok with him having his way on you. You kiss him on the corner of his lip and tell him to go ahead.

Jaeyoung advances by kissing your collarbone and chest, also leaving a few soft bites here and there on your skin, scarred and unscathed. He licks the outline of your ear and neck while praising you. Your hands find their way to his shoulders, completely surrender yourself to him

The moment his hand touches your waist and snakes upwards to your chest, you unconsciously call out his name. Jaeyoung slight lifts his head to check on you. Knowing you are not trying to stop him, he progresses. At a slow pace he strokes your nipple with his thumb and gently nibbling the other. You breathe out moans as he changes his pace of his touch and when add a bit of force when he nibbles your skin. While at it, his other hand lightly traces some part of your scars.

That hand of his comes to your thigh, and he slowly shift his hand to your inner thigh. You tense up a little as things are getting dangerous. He picks up your signal, so he did not progress further and moves his hand away. 

His lips move away from your chest and come contact with your lips. The kiss you both are sharing is warm and devout. You wrap your arms around his neck as if you don’t want him to break it off just yet. 

The hand which was stroking your chest a while ago also move upwards and lingers around your shoulder and arm. The way he caresses you as if he is giving you assurance. 

Once he felt you are much relaxed, Jaeyoung moves his free hand to your thigh again. You are too focused on the kiss to notice until his fingers are awfully near your private part, making you tremble due to surprise and breaks off the kiss. “It’s ok, I am not going to hurt you.” Jaeyoung soothes you with his words before he presses his lips on yours again.

“I am glad.” says Jaeyoung as he confirms himself that you are unmistakably wet for him. “Maybe we don’t need lube at all?” Out of embarrassment you hide yourself behind your hands. Jaeyoung kisses your forehead and he notifies you that he will be touching you more.

He starts to stroke and nibble your chest again while his other hand at your private part is working hard on giving you pleasure. You never experience of being touched like this, you are embarrassed and your brain is overloaded by new sensations. All you could do were either calling out his name and letting out moans and squirm when he touches your sensitive spots. 

Hearing you doing your best responding towards his actions Jaeyoung moves downwards. Your back arch upwards as he kisses a trail of scar near your stomach. Your hand reach out to find his and he grips yours firmly once both your fingers touched.

Jaeyoung then bring his head near your thigh and starts making you feel good with his mouth. With the addition of his mouth, your moans and whimpers are louder than before, you cannot escape as Jaeyoung is holding you in place by pressing down one of your thigh firmly and his other hand is still grasping your hand tightly.

As pleasure rushes throughout your body and brain your free hand keep wandering about. One moment you are tugging Jaeyoung’s hair, another moment you are clenching on the sheets, and the next moment, you are biting your finger hoping to lower down the number of your moans.

Then you feel an weird urge and you beg him to stop. Jaeyoung, upon hearing you, pushes his face backwards but increases the pace of his fingers. You don’t need to open you eyes to know that his gaze are fixed on you.

As you had your first climax, Jaeyoung climbs forwards and leans closer to you. He kisses you on your cheek, praising you.

“Jaeyoung...” You call out his name after a few heavy pants.

“Hmm?” 

“You don’t need to be that attentive.” You adjust your breath and muster up all your courage before you look him in the eye and whisper out your thoughts. “I almost died of embarrassment.” 

“You mean I made you felt good.” It is funny when he says it in a straight face. 

“Whatever, just...” You let out a weary chuckle and try hard to not break the mood. “Do me.”

Jaeyoung is surprised at your straightforwardness, “Now that’s not fair.” he frowns as he says. Seeing his desperate face, you suddenly felt proud of yourself for having an upperhand at the moment. He then lifts your hip. rests your hip on his thighs and now he kneels in between your legs. You watch him quietly as expose his bulge from his underwear and putting on condom. He reaches out for the lube and apply some on his length.

“Relax.” he advised as he guides himself to your entrance. The unfamiliar warmth and slight pain spreads as he pushes himself into you. Knowing your personality well, even though you give him permission to continue, Jaeyoung slows down every time he sees you frown. 

It took a while but he finally has all of him inside you. He let out a assured sigh. “Let’s stay like this for a while ok?” He suggests, and you nod.  “Damn, its hot.” Jaeyoung mutters.

Out of curiosity (and since its easier now for you), you reach out to touch his abs. It seems ticklish for him and he giggles a bit. “I can work on it more if you like.” says he while looking at you affectionately. You smile and shake you head and tell him you prefer how it is right now. He takes your hand and kiss on the back of your palm as a gesture to thank you.

Then he reaches out his hands to caress your chest area. You respond the way he imagined while looking into his eyes. He seems satisfied and with playful mood, he increases the sensuality of his touch. He chuckles and comments on your flushed cheeks. You grab his hands to stop him and tell him to move. 

Seeing you are more comfortable now, he tries to move a bit. As Jaeyoung thrusts into you, you cooperated by adjusting your breathing to match his movements.His low groans sometimes loud and sometimes not. Then, to both of your surprise, he hit a spot of yours and you let out a moan sweeter than before. It caught you off guard but your reaction says it all. Jaeyoung chuckles and whispers, “Bingo.”

You wanted to process what had happened but Jaeyoung did not gave you the chance. He pushes and spreads your thighs wider and continues his thrusts steadily. He even has a victorious smile on his face while enjoying the view of you giving into ecstasy. Unconsciously, Jaeyoung licks his lips.He then leans forward to kiss you again. His weight is supported by his forearm resting at both sides of your head.

You pat at his shoulder as a sign you need to breathe. Jaeyoung breaks off the kiss and buries his head to the curve of your neck and shoulder. His pants and groans near your ear drives you crazy. You can only repeat his name as if it is the only word you know.

“Y/N, you need to stop riling me up.” Jaeyoung grumbles.

Then Jaeyoung stops his thrusts and he pushes himself up. He grabs your arms and pulls you up. You are now sitting on him. His arms wrap tightly around your back, once he had you secure in place, he resumes his thrusts. Not only he reaches even deeper but also with this new angle he certainly hits you on the sweet spot every time he pushes himself into you. You have lost your ability to make sense of everything, you can only cling to his shoulders and whimper the name of your boyfriend.

His hands even though holding you firmly, they have the leisure to roam around your back, feeling your scars with his fingertips. Embarrassment returns to your cheeks and ears again and you beg him to stop. 

“Why?” he whispers into your ears.

Not thinking clearly, you reply him by saying, “They are disgusting.”

“No they are not.” says your partner while landing kisses on the scar at your shoulder. “I love them because I love you.”

“Please, don’t..” You try to speak what is in your mind but they disappeared in between your moans. 

“I am not...lying.” Jaeyoung mumbles in between his groans as well. “I am not, leaving you... just because of your scars.”

You tear up as you heard him, not knowing you are unconsciously repeating “I love you.” into his ears. It riles him up.

He bends forward with you in his arms and you are now back lying on the sheets. Jaeyoung speeds up while holding you close and you unconsciously cross your legs around his waist. 

Your arms wrap around his neck, with a little force, you pull him down and share a kiss with him. 

As you both climaxed, Jaeyoung breaks off the kiss and let out several satisfied groans near your ear before he pushes himself out from you. He immediately checks if you are alright. You have not recover from the shock of the ecstasy yet, you are beet red from your face to your chest, you are still gasping for air and your legs are jolting. Your lower body is wet and messy. Your condition left Jaeyoung astounded, and he began to wonder if he had gone overboard. “Oh my god, I am sorry.” he hurriedly pour a glass of water, help you sit up and apologies. You rest your weight on his chest as you take the glass of water from him.  You re hydrate yourself once your breathing calmed a little.

 “I am fine Jaeyoung, just a bit tired.” you assure him as he is looking really worried. Without a word, Jaeyoung hugs you tightly. You raise your hand and cup his cheek, with a smile you add “Thank you for everything.” 

Jaeyoung take your hand and kisses your palm. He kisses your forehead and says “Now let’s get you cleaned up and let’s have some rest.” 

-END-

A/N : I am sorry that this took really really long time. Several times I was frustrated at I could not give Jaeyoung the best scenario that fits his personality well hence I keep going back and forth editing it. 

[ruthoakenshield]

Very Good Friends (Chapter 9)

Catch up here: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8]

Reader x Henry Cavill, Reader x co-star named Dan

Warning: This tale is for 18+ readers ONLY!!!  Mentions of flashbacks: (rape, anal sex, non-con sex, abuse), severe  bruising and injury, mentions of suicidal thoughts, depression,  humiliation, and some fluff to make us feel better. Smut comes later on  in the story… Several chapters down the road… I promise!!!

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Feedback and reblogs are appreciated. I do not own Henry nor do I have any  personal knowledge of him besides what is common knowledge amongst the  Cavillary. Any mistakes and typos are mine, story is not beta-tested.  GIF I got from the tumbler search thingy.

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Henry sighs and looks at the clock on his phone, it says it’s 9am. It’s still raining outside, and he sighs. Getting up, he heads back out to the living room, then goes to check on you in his bedroom. You’re still asleep and he smiles, glad that you’re finally getting rest. He goes back to the living room and puts the stereo on and turns the volume so it’s playing the classical music station softly to hopefully drown out any noise from your fellow cast-mates outside.

Henry heads for the kitchen and tries to figure out what to make for breakfast / brunch. He settles on omelets and takes out some bacon and pops it on a cooling rack then sets that in a jelly roll pan and preheats the oven. Then he takes out some bell peppers and washes them, then slices them up.

Taking a hand full of the peppers, he dices them and puts the rest of the strips into a zipper baggie and tosses them in the freezer. The diced peppers, he puts into a bowl, then chops some green onion tops, and garlic adding them to the peppers.

He pops the bacon in the oven once it’s preheated and sets the timer. He bakes it so it’s crispy and crumbles easily. He grins when he sees you stirring through the open bedroom door, as the smell of bacon permeates the trailer. He comes over to you and sits on the edge of the bed by your legs as the bacon cooks.

You yawn and stretch, moaning as your body protests. “Morning, Kitten.” He tells you. You blink and look at him all bleary eyed. “Morning Bear.” You say hoarsely and rub your throat and grimace from the pain. He reaches over and caresses your head. “How about something hot to drink and some pain meds?” he suggests.

You nod and try to sit up. Your face contorts the pain, and you start to cry. Henry carefully picks you up and gently sets you in his lap. “I know, Sweetie. I’m sure it hurts a lot.” He says. You nod and cry into his neck. “Why did he have to do this to me, Bear? I don’t know if I can stand this pain!” you cry. “Honey, where is it hurting the worst?” he asks, not sure he wants to know the answer.

“My ass, my pussy and my lower belly.” You mumble, feeling humiliated. “Shhh, I know it hurts, Kitten. The doc said it was gonna hurt there for a while, remember, Honey? Ya gotta just keep taking your meds and antibiotic so the lesions don’t get infected.” He reminds you. “Now, do you think you can get ready for the day on your own, or are you gonna need my help?” he asks caressing your face.

“I’ll try on my own. I’ll call for you if I need you.” You tell him. “Okay, Sweetheart.” He tells you and kisses your forehead. “I’m gonna make some omelets for brunch for us. those are nice and soft. Is there anything else you want?” He asks. “Pancakes? Those small ones that are like two bites and gone” you ask.

He chuckles and remembers the ones you’re talking about. “Slider cakes?” he asks. You grin and nod. He chuckles. “Okay, I’ll see if I can find a recipe for pancake batter since I don’t have any premade stuff.” He says. “You go get ready and I’ll turn the music down so I can hear you. Take your phone with you. If I don’t hear you calling for me, text me.” He tells you. “Okay, Bear.” You say and give him a hug. “Thank you.” You say quietly.

Henry rubs your back. “We’ll get through this together, Kitten. Everyone’s asking what happened and where you are now that your trailer is gone. They’re worried about you.” He tells you. “They called me this morning asking if you’re okay. There’s a meeting with the director, the producers, the studio executives and all of us cast today at 2 pm that we need to be at, alright?” he tells you. You groan. “I don’t want to go anywhere, Hen.” You say.

“I know, Honey, but they specifically asked me to make sure you come.” He tells you. “No one is gonna be mad at you, Sweetheart. Everyone’s concerned for you and the film. You’ll be alright. I’ll stay right with you, okay?” he tells you. “Okay, Hen.” You reply in a whisper.

“Hen, why is there a meeting being called?” you ask, whispering. Henry sighs. “Dan’s PR person started a smear campaign trying to ruin your reputation and career now that he’s arrested and being charged with rape and assault. This means the end of his career and he is trying to salvage it or drag you down with him since you’re new to the industry. He is saying that he is the innocent one and trying to blame you for it all. We all know he is lying and it’s doing all kind of damage for the film, and all our costars are backing you, saying that you’re the one who was harassed and assaulted by him, not like what he is saying.

It’s a PR nightmare for our agents and the studio. There’s been talk of pulling the plug on the film depending on what the public outcry ends up being. There’s also been talk of re-casting a different actor for the role Dan had and re-filming ALL of those scenes over that he was in, which means a significantly delayed release. In either case the studio has been talking about going after Dan for damages and the extra expenses / loss of income due to his selfish actions.

The meeting is most likely to inform our costars exactly what happened to you and how bad it was and is, and to inform us all what their decision is regarding filming and the movie’s survival, and probably legal actions being taken against Dan.

All of us regret not reporting Dan sooner for his constant harassment of you, Kitten. We’re all sorry we didn’t try to notify the studios to have it stopped sooner. Perhaps if we would’ve done that, we might’ve spared you all this agony.” Henry says with an ashen face.

“The doctor said that he thinks Dan had some kind of sleeve or harness on his dick that had hard nubs or ridges that made the lesions inside you when he raped you. The doc said that it’s supposed to be used with lube to keep it soft and since he didn’t use lube, that is what made so much damage and pain for you. He said you bled a lot from it too, and judging by the extent of the damage, that he raped you for quite a long time.” Henry tells you quietly.

You close your eyes and whimper. Nodding, you say, “Now that you mentioned it, I do remember feeling something weird when he was inside me both times that I was conscious. It felt all bumpy and I didn’t understand why. When I woke up, there was blood all over my legs and lower half, and the sheets.” You say quietly. I washed most of it off on my body, as best as I could before you found me.” You say quietly.

“Honey, I want to ask you something. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. Okay?” Henry says, cupping your face and looking down at you with fear in his eyes as well as concern.

You look up at him and nod. “Honey was this your first experience with sex?” he asks quietly.

You sigh and look down at your fingers. You leaned against Henry’s chest and could hear his heart pounding. You sigh and nod. You hear his heart skip a few beats, feel his body slump, and hear him groan. He wraps his arms around you gently, cupping your head with his massive hand and resting his on yours just trying to encompass you in comfort. “I’m SO sorry, Kitten. So very, very sorry.” He says softly and kisses the top of your head. “A woman’s first time should never, ever be like this.” He rumbles.

“I – I was saving myself for the man I-I loved. For when I married. Now, I don’t know what to do… I feel like dirty, trash. How can any man want me now? He damaged me so badly, Hen! How can anyone like having sex?!? If this is what sex is like, I don’t want to ever experience it again!” You say in a whisper with tears streaming down your face.

Henry sighs and dries your tears with his thumb, “Honey, sex should never ever feel like this. What he did was not sex, it was not making love. It was him fucking like an animal with no regard for the other person. He used you for his own selfish pleasure like an animal in heat. Which is the worst thing a man can do to a woman. I’m SO sorry. So very, deeply sorry!” he says, choking back tears and holding you closely, rocking you in a front to back motion trying to comfort the both of you.

“I hope that someday, once you’ve healed both physically and emotionally, you will give the right man a chance to show you what it really is like to make love and be intimate and hopefully he can show you how wonderful sex can make you feel if it’s done properly and with someone you deeply love and trust.” He tells you, cupping your face with his massive hand. “The right man will see past all this, and love you any way.

You are not trash, Sweetheart, nor are you dirty, or broken. You are a survivor, my wonderful little Kitten. You are brave, you are kind, you are our little ray of sunshine, and you are deeply loved and appreciated by many, many people.

Honey, I can’t imagine what all he put you through, but know that you are the strongest and bravest woman I know. I don’t know anyone who could endure the amount of pain you suffered and are suffering because of what Dan has done to you. And though you are new to this industry, you choose to bravely stand up to him and have him held accountable and charged for what he did in hopes of keeping him from doing this to other women. Risking your career and reputation to stand up to your abuser, and to protect other women from him is a very brave thing, Sweetheart.

You’ve earned the respect of many in the industry because of your decision. We all saw how he treated you on set, y/n. We’ll stand behind you and support you in this battle. You won’t be doing it all alone.” Henry encourages you as he rests his head on yours.

“You are an amazing woman, y/n. Don’t let his poisonous words and deeds bring you low. You are better than him, and you are loved by many unconditionally and you will overcome this and shine the brighter. Okay?” he assures you.

You look at him in disbelief, then your eyes get glassy and you bury your head against his chest and cry quietly. He rubs your back gently for a few moments. Letting you process everything.

“Now, Kitten, I need to get breakfast going. Go get cleaned up and dressed in whatever is going to be comfortable for you for today. It’s raining and probably rather cool outside.” Henry informs you. You nod and he lifts you off his lap, gently placing your feet on the floor and holding you for a moment. You sigh and reach over to his face and caress his stubbly jaw. “Thanks, Bear.” You whisper.

Henry closes his eyes, leans into your hand and then reaches up and cups it in his. “I mean it, Kitten. You are a treasure to us all, you’re a strong survivor, and we love you.” He confirms and kisses your palm. “Now go and get ready.” He says as the buzzer for the bacon goes off. He stands and gives you a gentle nudge towards the bathroom.

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[commander-hanji-zoe]

Hey you! I have a request/ask. How would the six vets react to their embarrassed s/o telling she has vaginismus/GPPPD, and how would the six vets be in the relationship with a s/o with vaginismus/GPPPD?

A tad serious ask :/ :3

Hello! 💕 So this has taken me the longest time to write, I feel like this request came in over the holidays and here we are in March... It was a request I didn’t want to rush or post lightly, it required a little research and a little of myself remembering experiencing something similar when I was much younger. I feel my head-canons for the 6 vets are very similar as the bottom line is the same for all - they’d be incredibly supportive, no pressure, there if their s/o needed to talk, would accompany them to a doctor or psychiatrist, be happy to help with any exercises etc. But I tried to tailor them a little for each vet on how I think they’d react. Thank you for the tad serious ask! It’s nice to write something different, I hope you are well. 

Erwin

Erwin is a very patient man who would never try to force anyone to open up about anything until they’re ready. But he is observant and notices when something isn’t quite right. He’ll wait for his s/o to approach the subject and when they do he’s very attentive in terms of listening to every word and makes mental notes to ensure he fully understands. Overall I think Erwin would be incredibly supportive and take the matter very seriously, perhaps a little too seriously. But again, being a good listener, if his s/o thinks the ‘too serious’ approach is doing more harm than good. Well Erwin will not be offended in the slightest and will happily shift his tone to make them feel more relaxed. 

I see Erwin as someone who would pay for the best doctor for his s/o if it’s what they wanted and of course when they’re ready. The doctor/councillor suggestion is just one and he doesn’t put any pressure on his s/o to accept the offer. It’s there when they’re ready. 

Erwin is excellent at romantic gestures and bringing his partner to multiple orgasms without penetrative sex and makes sure to use the most of his fingers/tongue etc. to ensure his partner enjoys every moment. If his s/o does feel they are relaxed enough to try penetrative sex he’ll make sure to take his time using fingers first, plenty of lube and going really slow. Will absolutely stop the moment any pain or discomfort is expressed.

Will do his best to reassure his s/o that he will never let anyone hurt them and that he will protect them at all costs. He’s an expert at giving reassuring and strong hugs that make his s/o feel safe. 

Erwin is a busy man but he ensures the time he has with his s/o is quality time and a big part of that isn’t just about sex. He ensures his s/o feels beautiful as well as powerful and showers them with compliments. 

Levi 

Levi is incredibly grateful when his s/o tells him, he’d wondered if something had been up the few times they’d gone to have sex and constantly worried he was doing something wrong so would hold back. When his s/o finally tells him the truth he breaths a sigh of relief but is quick to show concern. He won’t push his s/o for any information they’re uncomfortable with sharing but wants them to know, even if it is said in only a few words, that he is there for them and that the situation does not change his feelings towards them. 

Levi is happy to come up with a plan to help his s/o deal with it in the relationship. He understands his s/o may have had relationships before where a partner was understanding, or perhaps the opposite) but Levi is on another level. He’s proactive at trying to find solutions (or things that will help ease the pain/discomfort and would never do anything to embarrass his s/o. He has an emotional intelligence and calming aura that helps to soothe his s/o and makes him easy to talk to.

Levi is rather into into relaxation therapy and trying to help his partner to fully let go and be as comfortable as possible. He’ll offer massages and other sensual activities for his s/o, although he has quite a high sex drive he finds ways to explore one another’s bodies in the bedroom that make sure there’s still excitement but that it’s also comfortable. 

Of course there’s the most excellent cups of tea made to enjoy while talking if that’s what his s/o needs. Levi will buy special blends of expensive teas that are designed to help relax the mind (chamomile, rose lavender, a little valerian).  

Will feel honoured as/when/if his s/o is happy to try and see if it’s possible for them to have sex without them having to stop him. Takes it nice and slow, will not push if he thinks something isn’t right. 

Mike 

I honestly think at first Mike would be pretty upset, for him sex is a big part of a loving relationship and getting to know his s/o and to be joined as one is a big deal. So knowing that this act is something that hurts the person he loves, knowing he is capable of hurting the person he loves really knocks his confidence and makes him feel incredibly guilty and rather hurt. BUT he is very good at keeping those emotions in check and dealing with them appropriately so that he doesn’t make it all about him. 

Mike is very happy to experiment and try different things he thinks might help his s/o. Nothing he does would be without their permission and he’s cautious to always discuss in detail and takes things slow. He generally hopes that in time things will get easier for his s/o, the more they get used to him/trust him etc. But equally there isn’t any pressure with Mike, he understands how difficult it must be for his partner and the last thing he’d want to do is make them feel any guilt for it. He’s very comforting to be around and any nerves/embarrassment his s/o has melts away quite quickly in his company. Thinks of plenty of other intimate things they can do together to bridge the gap. 

Very attentive and good at listening to what his s/o’s exact needs are and would never push anything if they weren’t ready. 

Holds his s/o in his arms a lot, especially when they’re both naked or nearly naked. He likes to give his s/o that skin to skin contact that shows how much he loves them and cares. He also gives the best ‘bear’ hugs. 

Lots of holding hands, hair stroking, reassurance if his s/o finds themselves getting upset about it or feeling guilty they find it difficult to have sex. Mike will list all the reasons they love them, all the fun things they can get up to and how there’s no time limit on these things. If his s/o feels speaking to a professional would help, Mike is 100% there for them and will ask any questions he think will help. Equally, he’s happy to sit outside and support them when they leave if they wish to have a private conversation. 

Hanji 

For Hanji nothing phases them, they’ve seen so much during their time alive, been through so much, read so many books etc. If anyone out of the vets has heard of the condition before their s/o tells them, it’s Hanji. In many ways it doesn’t come as a surprise and explains a few of the mishaps in the bedroom. 

Hanji is incredibly understanding & supportive, they nod reassuringly, hold/squeeze hands, stroke hair, do anything they can while their s/o is telling them about it to make them feel more at ease. 

For Hanji it’s an excuse to experiment with what feels good and what will help - Hanji is not one to be easily defeated. So if there’s anything their s/o thinks may help or any suggestions they’ve heard of, she’s willing to give it a try. Big into slow and sensual massages to try and release tension and help their s/o to relax into the moment so it’s less painful. 

Hanji also knows a lot about fear and fear of the unknown, they’re also incredibly good at conquering it and finding ways to penetrate that barrier (no pun intended I swear!) Approaching the issue with the scientific method + the human & loving touch is just the tonic. Good at problem solving but incredibly caring, Hanji will be determined to help their s/o through what they’re going through and slowly in time to be able to start doing more in the bedroom. If this doesn’t happen for a long time, or at all, Hanji would never make their s/o feel bad or try to pressure them into rushing. If things don’t work out like that, that’s okay, it’s only one aspect of sex and one small aspect of a relationship in the grand scheme of things. Hanji wants their s/o to know that. 

Moblit 

At first Moblit will be a little flustered and confused by the confession of his s/o. He will need them to explain in more detail and if they’re comfortable or know the reasons why to explain how their s/o came to be like this. He might struggle with the information at first, Moblit has always wanted children and his mind has a tendency to race ahead of itself, projecting anxieties into the future. However, he will come to terms with it quite quickly and would never wish to make his s/o feel any worse than they already may. 

He may still feel a little uncomfortable about it, it’s not that he’s disappointed, he just isn’t well versed in other ways to make his s/o feel good so he feels a little helpless (some pointers from his s/o or Hanji is soon to help) 

Very supportive and will go with them to see a doctor or councillor. Has a lot of open discussions about what they do to make things more comfortable/help and whether there’s anything they can do differently. Certainly accepts a lot of responsibility and will follow through with that. Despite his initial anxiety about it and getting rather embarrassed, he soon becomes an expert at comforting his s/o and knowing what to do to reassure them. 

If their s/o wants to experiment with penetration and try to insert one finger/small sex toys with plenty of lube to see how it feels, Moblit is probably one of the best people to be with. He’ll flush and get embarrassed if his s/o wants him their with them, but also he really helps to take the edge off. He’s fun, makes them laugh at the absurdity of it and they end up having quite a good time during something that could be quite scary. 

Nanaba 

A super good listener and very intuitive, Nanaba will probably ask what’s wrong out right because she can tell something is off. When she finds out the truth she’ll be full of hugs and ‘oh love’ she just wants to make her s/o feel good and safe. Nanaba has had some similar experiences caused by trauma so it’s cathartic talking to her. There is 0% pressure to do anything and she finds other ways to be close to her s/o without penetration. She’s happy to go along with whatever goes for them. 

Will accompany her s/o to the doctors to see if there’s anything they can help with. Again very supportive if the GPPPD is caused by some kind of trauma and will accompany their s/o to therapy or be there to talk to when they get home.

If their s/o wanted to talk about the phycology behind it and why they think this is happening to their body but they don’t want to see a doctor/professional - I think Nanaba would be a good tonic. A great listener, very emotionally supportive, full of good ideas and a good person to talk to when working things out. Even if their s/o just needs to get it all off their chest and never speak of it again, Nanaba will listen while holding their hands and agree to never bring it up.

Will make her s/o cum many times with her tongue or fingers (or a mixture of both) I think Nanaba would be fine if there was never any penetration involved and would help her s/o to explore her body and find out what they like. This has the potential to lead to penetration when more relaxed but that isn’t what’s at the centre of Nanaba’s thoughts, rather it is simply the enjoyment and safety of her s/o.

[6ftslytherin]

Another fic

Ismelda comes over, but Marie's family is weird.

(Trigger warning for bipobia.)

Marie was on pins and needles. She needed this to go well. Her and Ismelda had been dating since April. Sure. Ismelda had been over once before, but that was as a friend and she didn't have the chance to introduce her to her family. Now things were completely different. Marie would have to introduce them to each other. Unfortunately, her family was being their normal selfs at the moment.

"Guys, are you sure we need a cake?" Marie asked as she watched her parents put together a silver and black three layer cassata cake. "Oh qizi, we're just so excited for you! We didn't think you would have a partner until your mid twenties." her mother Regina said with a small dab of frosting on her cheek. "Marigold, you need to stop being so cute." her father Robert said before kissing the frosting away. "Robbie!" Regina put down the bag of frosting she had been using. She grabbed him and gave him a dip kiss.

"Yeah... Uh... Could you guys... Not be so... Touchy feely while Ismelda is here?" Marie asked as her parents seemed to be posing for a cheesy romance paperback. "What do you mean?" Regina asked while holding Robert's butt. "Ismelda is coming over as my girlfriend for the first time. You guys are used to doing this lovey dovey stuff but we've barely held hands. You're gonna freak her out!" Marie tried to calmly explain. She knew for a fact her and Ismelda had kissed three times, but telling her parents would just get them to want talk about it like school girls.

"I agree. You inherited your swooning powers from me. It's only natural that you would scare the poor girl." Said a handsome blond twenty-something that was reading The Daily Prophet with a cup of tea. Marie set her sight on him next. "And uh... grandpa Ford? I'm not going to ask you to take off the youth illusion, but could you at least not dress like a gigolo?" She asked. "It's not my fault the Italians make a great suit. It's also not my fault I make them look better." He said. Marie scratched at her own hair. "She's going to think we're insane." Marie quietly said. Then she noticed two missing elements.

"Where are Jimmy and Conan? Are they looking for frogs?" She asked. "Probably." Robert said. Marie scratched her hair more. "Why? We are having a guest over and you let them go play in the mud?" She asked. Regina had stopped kneading Robert's dough and walked over to Marie. She put her arms around her in a big hug. "Marie, everything is going to be alright. Flipping out is just going to make you stressed." Marie didn't like to be touched by anyone she wasn't close with. A tight hug from her mom was something that made her feel all warm inside.

Then her dad came over and picked them both up in a bear hug. Not that hard to do since Marie was chronically underweight and her mother was small. He was clearly sniffling. "My baby girl, going out into the world and finding a girlfriend of her own." He said with tears of joy in his eyes. Marie knew what was coming next. She was unable to protect herself from the coming attack. Robert gave Marie a bunch of stubbly kisses on her cheek. "Dad!" She loudly said as she felt her skin becoming irritated. "Could you at least shave before Ismelda gets here?" "I think he looks ruggedly handsome." Regina said.

"Do you need help?" Marie's blood went cold. She looked over to the doorway to see her girlfriend Ismelda. It was easy for Marie's pale skin to show blush. This time she could have been been mistaken for a ripe tomato. She was so embarrassed she didn't notice that her feet were back on the floor. Her legs felt like they had the bones removed. She tried to regain her composer and ignore the urge to chew on her hand.

"I-Is. I-I didn't k-k-know you were h-h-here yet." Marie said, cursing her nervous stutter. "Yeah. They let me in." Ismelda said pointing out the window. Marie was horrified to see her half naked brothers, coated in mud, heading to the outside showers. Marie just about fainted. Why did her brothers have to have such an interest in reptiles? Why did it have to rain last night? Why did her family have to be weirdos?

"Marie!" Marie snapped back to reality. Ismelda was slowly pulling Marie's hand from her mouth. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?" Ismelda asked. "Y-yeah. I'm fine. My family's j-just a bit m-m-much." Marie said. She felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see her parents looking worried. "Are you okay? Are you overwhelmed? Do you need to sit down?" Regina asked. Her father was holding a chair. Grandpa Ford was holding a glass of water.

Marie scratched her hair. Even if they were goofy, they cared. "I think she just needs to go to her room. I'll take her." Ismelda said as she lightly pulled Marie to the door. "Yeah. I think some privacy would be good." Marie said as she walked out the door with Ismelda.

They got to Marie's room. Ismelda closed the curtains as Marie flopped face first on her bed. She put a pillow over her head. Marie felt Ismelda rubbing her back. For some reason, Ismelda was one of the few people who's touch made Marie feel relaxed. Ismelda always managed to find just the right spot on her lower back. "You doin okay?" Ismelda asked. "Yeah..." Marie said through the pillow.

Marie turned her head for clearer speech. "I'm sorry for that..." "For what?" "My family. They're just like that." "At least your family cares about you. I don't think I've been hugged in years. At least not when my parents didn't need to look like they cared to other people." Marie remembered when she had gone to Ismelda's house. Her parents hadn't even looked up from what they had been doing when Ismelda introduced them. She had said without hesitation that Maire was her girlfriend. All that was said by her father was, "tell us when your done playing queer."

Marie couldn't believe what he had said, but Ismelda explained that they didn't believe she was bisexual. Her sister had been the one to find out first (read her dairy,) and told their parents. They demanded answers. When confronted about her newfound female attraction, she explained she liked men and women. Her parents assumed she was doing it for attention. Her sister however had started to make fun of her for being a lesbian. For some reason they couldn't understand she liked both. Now she keeps a hidden dairy and a decoy she 'hid.' Her real diary was in the form of puzzle box that turned into a book when solved. She was tired of people reading it.

When Marie told Ismelda both her parents were bi themselves she became very interested in meeting them. Must be nice to know older people with the same identity. Where was Marie going to find a middle aged lesbian? The only gay women she knew were her cousin Sabine and her friends. She couldn't consider them her elders in the non-heteronormative community.

Marie rolled on to her back, Ismelda's hand now resting on her lower abdomen. "I think I've calmed down enough." She said. "Good. Though, your cute when you panic. Not that you are panicking. I didn't mean it like that. But the little things you do." Ismelda said as she played with hem of Marie's shirt. Her face turned a bit pinker. "Like when your face gets all red and your ears do too." Marie thought about the same thing happening to Ismelda. Yeah. It was cute. Ismelda started to use her free hand to play with her hair. Also cute. Ismelda started to move in for a kiss.

The door opened, she froze. "Qizi, the cakes done." Regina said as she poked her head in. "Oh." She said, seeing her flushed daughter on the bed and her also flushed girlfriend who was holding the bottom of her shirt while leaning over her. Regina shut the door faster than she had opened it. "Well... When your done we can cut the cake. Internal condoms and dental dams are under the bathroom counter. Use the water based lube. Should be right next to them." She said on the other side of the door before audibly walking away.

At that point all Marie wanted to do was disappear. Her mother thought they were going to need contraceptives?! She appreciated the offer, but Marie did not need them! She put a pillow over her face and screamed. She heard laughing. "Did she think we're 'getting busy?' Oh my god! And you guys keep that stuff in stock?!" Ismelda said as she laughed so hard she was snorting. "Your family is insane, I love it!" Marie removed the pillow. She couldn't help but laugh as well. "Yeah, I love them too." She reached up and finish the kiss Ismelda had started.

"So what kind of cake?" Ismelda asked. "Cassata." "Any reason for that type?" Ismelda asked as she cupped Marie's face. "I might have said it's your favorite. It's their first time making it, so don't get upset if it's not up to your standard." Marie said. "Maybe I'll try the speciality next time. What would that be?" "That would be either kurabye cookies or shekerbura. My dad learned Azerbaijani cooking to impress my grandparents." "No idea what those are." "Kurabye are jam-" Marie was cut off by Ismelda saying, "Actually, I want it to be a surprise. In fact, I want a full course meal with only the finest cooking. Completely a surprise as well." "No problem, but we should probably get downstairs. Before my parents think we really are 'getting busy." "Can't wait to be formally introduced."

Bonus:

"We weren't doing anything." Marie said as she finished her last bite of cake. "I wasn't doing anything either, that's how you got here." Regina said before sipping her tea. "But we're both cis women. How would we conceive?" Marie said, setting down her fork. "Safe sex should be done regardless of what parts you and your partner have." Regina said. Marie groaned as she started to scratch at her hair.

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Quarantine- New Ranch Flavor! -5

18+, m/f, technically OCxDiego Jimenez [Power]

Summary: Princess is stranded in NYC with her Murder Panther for the duration of the quarantine. As a high risk patient she has no choice but to isolate as much as possible. Simulated domesticity ensues. Princess texts a running commentary to her bff Lisa.

WARNINGS: Ridiculous descriptions and ‘the code is more like guidelines’ outlook on grammar. Is it OOC if the character was given essentially zero development in canon???

No actual smut, nasty ass snack foods, plus size insecurity, unprotected sex, feels are icky, plus size woman+fit man, bad boys with too much money and not enough impulse control, secondary OCs, excessive swearing (???), illegal business dealings… I mean, its DIEGO

A/N: Princess took on a life of her own and has essentially become an OC. There are infrequent mentions of her description (specifically as plus size) and her actual name in later pieces (its Bicki). She started as self-insert so she looks like me (plus size, white, short, blue eyes, curly hair). If that is not your thing, I totally understand. And do not feel obligated to read this, I will not be offended!

I’m not a fan of “plot” so be aware that most of this series is just meandering through their relationship, angst-fluff-smut whiplash style. But with dick jokes.

TAGLIST: @chelsfic​ @symbiont13​ @nicke0115​ @bunnykjm​ @rosee-sensuelle​ @girlpornparadise​ @mandoplease​ @heresathreebee​ @xxsteph-enrixx​ @jetiikad​ @joalsglasses​ @mutantcookiesecrets​ @demoncatstone​ @squidlywiddly87​

Please let me know if you would like to be tagged.

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Thursday 11:22am

From Princess

Day 1 and I literally have an ice pack on my pussy and

Hold on he’s not wearing pants again gtg

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Friday 9:49am

From Princess

Video chatting with sister when Diego walks past in the background… shirtless.

She put her phone down (my entire screen was just ceiling) and I could hear her crying. Hung up after 10 min

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Friday 10:14pm

From Princess

He sucks ass at Jenga and its adorable

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Saturday 11:49am

From Princess

I was provided a to-do list for the day.

It's just his name

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Sunday 1:32pm

From Princess

We have sorted every liquid in the penthouse into 2 categories:

Potential Lube

Definitely Not Lube

Except we’re arguing about ranch dressing

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Sunday 2:17pm

From Princess

Update: Ranch went into the Not Lube category because it “smells nasty when it gets warm” This fact was previously unknown to me and I was afraid to ask for more details

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Monday 8:40am

From Princess

Morning announcements include the fact that 8:37 is the earliest he has ever gotten up

I’m worried about losing my job. Diego advises me to apply to Dyson because I “never lose suction”

Am I offended or proud of myself?  It’s not even 9am

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Tuesday 1:12am

From Princess

This is the most weed I have ever consumed in my life (I know, not a high bar) Why is he hanging upside down off the couch making motorboat noises??

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Tuesday 1:14am

From Princess

Ahh. He was composing a poem about my tits

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Tuesday 2:49am

From Princess

The railing up the stairs to the bedroom does not in fact support my weight. Pole dance competition is OFF

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Tuesday 2:57am

From Princess

You know that thing you do with my bras? Where you put it on like a headband and it makes mickey mouse ears?

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Wednesday 11:17am

From Princess

Julio required to give 10 min warning prior to arrival so Diego can take off his pants

Yes you read that right

Freak

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Wednesday 11:19am

From Princess

Yes you do so know who Julio is. Big, round, only wears ivory/eggshell/off white/ThisIsMy 2ndWedding  colored blazers. Jeez Lisa you're not old enough for dementia yet girl

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Wednesday 12:52pm

From Princess

I have played myself. Just ate an entire cheesesteak while being a cockwarmer

Turns out I’m the freak

Julio present and accounted for

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Thursday 9:37am

From Princess

He’s crunching  a bowl of something via spoon. I ask what it is. Crushed cheez-its and mayonnaise. What in the actual fuck this man is a literal monster

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Thursday 12:10pm

From Princess

Edible body paint works on windows. Had to sit on his shoulders but this is the largest ‘FUCK’ I have ever written. Very proud

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Thursday 12:22pm

From Princess

Bottom half of the ‘C’ has transferred onto my ass. But 7 orgasms. Pick your battles

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Thursday 11:47pm

From Princess

Tried a pickled habanero. He’s still face down in the rug crying with laughter. It’s been 10 min dude come on

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Friday 10:12am

From Princess

Me: Why are you so heavy?

Diego: I keep eating you

Me: High five

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Friday 3:17pm

From Princess

He’s trying to “conduct business” via 3 cellphones. Would offer my tablet but I’m too pretty for prison. Gonna take a nap

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Friday 4:41pm

From Princess

Pants are forbidden in the bedroom. We’re just making the rules up as we go I see

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Saturday 9:59am

From Princess

He’s sitting in the corner of the window walls staring dejectedly outside. I hear the tiniest forlorn whisper “THOSE people are outside”

Too cute--must blow---BRB

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Saturday 1:32pm

From Princess

Angry texting. Muttering “No I can’t go outside and no you can’t come in here. Bitch…. No no, delete delete delete”

Me:  Where is your sister anyway? LA?

Him: Very Squinty Eyes

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Saturday 9:22pm

From Princess

My ass is stuck in the kitchen sink. While he was very helpful getting me in here he is of no assistance getting me out.

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Saturday 11:46pm

From Princess

Apparently ‘douchecanoe twatwaffle jerkface’ is the most hilarious insult he has ever heard. My brilliance is unparalleled

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Sunday 5:51am

From Princess

Me: Hey what’s the worst thing you’ve ever put in your mouth?

Him outrageously offended: I’m not answering that!

Him:  ... you first

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Sunday 7:12pm

From Princess

Is it a legit massage if he has to pause in the middle to jack off?

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Monday 11:06am

From Princess

Ordered groceries via Amazon Prime drone delivery. Sitting on the rooftop patio wrapped up together in a ginormous blankie waiting.

Does this count as a date?

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Monday 1:13pm

From Princess

Drone arrived. I lost my shit. Coolest thing ever. He’s frantically ordering more stuff because I haven’t looked this ecstatic since the time he rubbed my feet then went down on me for 2 hrs

Hold up change of plans

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Monday 2:28pm

From Princess

stubble burn on bottom of feet :-/

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Monday 6:44pm

From Princess

We can both fit in the jacuzzi tub. Almost drowned when his phone rang and we both spazzed out

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Tuesday 10:10am

From Princess

Today’s formal edict: He will only be referring to himself in the 3rd person. I am required to do as told. Should not be this turned on

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Tuesday 11:58am

From Princess

Watching him try to answer calls like this is a level of hilarity I could not have predicted

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Tuesday 1:53pm

From Princess

He gave me a crash course in chem. Still don’t know anything but it was hot as hell

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Tuesday 2:57pm

From Princess

Despite all evidence to the contrary I’m a Good Girl. Did as I was told. Got rewarded. 13 times

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Tuesday 5:33pm

From Princess

Unlocked a tiny piece of tragic backstory*™: He’s never been to a zoo   :-(

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Wednesday 11:24am

From Princess

Julio and Bastian brought 4 pizzas. Currently eating them individually sitting in a giant square in the living room SOCIAL DISTANCING

Like he wasn’t inside me 10 min ago wtf

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Wednesday 11:25am

From Princess

Yes cute driver Bastian. Btw you are barking up the wrong tree girl. His favorite animal is bears lol

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Wednesday 12:39pm

From Princess

Garlic butter: lube or no? Round table discussion happening.

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Wednesday 1:19pm

From Princess

I won in favor of No

Me: slams hands down on table

Me: HAVE YOU EVER HAD A YEAST INFECTION???

All men present:   :-[

                             :-[

                             :-[

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Wednesday 1:32pm

From Princess

Diego: puts garlic butter cup in the empty box and slides the whole mess off table to the floor without breaking eye contact. My sugar daddy is truly a murder panther

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Wednesday 3:49pm

From Princess

Flipping channels (he only has 5000) when he comes downstairs from the bedroom wearing Ginormous Blankie as cape.

Him: Can we do the thing again?

Me: Gotta be way more specific babe

Him: Flaps blankie like wings and gives me puppy dog eyes

Him: You know. Thing. On the roof. ...please?

Did

Did he just ask me to cuddle???

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Wednesday 5:58pm

From Princess

Can confirm roof cuddles.  He fell asleep with his face mashed into my neck-shoulder after watching sunset. Every time I move he whimpers and squeezes tighter. I don't know what is happening but it kinda hurts in my chest

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Wednesday 9:12pm

From Princess

Me: You know those girls you send away when I come up? There's one that sorta begrudgingly likes me?

Him, stuffing a 2nd Oreo into his mouth(there's already a whole 1 in there)

Him: Frahnthessga?

Me: Yeah! Can I fuck her?

….I should worry about my job again pretty sure Murder Panther Sugar Daddy is dead

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Wednesday 10:48pm

From Princess

We splintered the plexiglass-divider-shower-wall thingy. His solution was to just hold all 215lbs of me up in the air and finish. I have no words

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Thursday 4:12am

From Princess

I can hear him on the phone downstairs listing names. I don't know these people. I'm going in the bathroom to run water so I can't hear anything else

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Thursday 9:02am

From Princess

I slept thru a breakfast meeting. There's a laptop  and a box of 1 doz Boston cream donuts labeled PRINCESS on the bar counter. He's watching news with Julio + Bastian on the couch. Odd but ok I got fave donuts so whatevs

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Thursday 9:17am

From Princess

On 3rd donut when I catch him staring. Can only see from eyes up bc he's peering at me over back of the couch. Have inadvertently activated Horny Murder Panther mode via accidental slutty licking of cream filling. 

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Thursday 11:40am

From Princess

Me: I don't like avocado

Diego: bitch what the fuck 

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Thursday 12:10pm

From Princess

He asked what the deal was with white people and meatloaf. I requested clarification on food or music. He's confused it's fucking adorable

BUT NOW I HAVE TO EXPLAIN THE ENTIRE GENRE OF CLASSIC ROCK

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Thursday 2:14pm

From Princess

I'm making a meatloaf for dinner. Also brownies. TV is still on???

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Thursday 4:24pm

From Princess

Found a big round can of guava paste in the back of the fridge. He's spoon feeding it to me while watching me make meatloaf

Diego: I did not realize you were so… domesticated

Me, no brain to mouth filter: Yeah well gettin dicked down 3x a day will do that to a girl

Please send hitman asap 

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Thursday 5:10pm

From Princess

He just turned TV off. Local news was listing all major crimes in NYC today. Last story was 6 bodies found inside meat plant freezer, execution style kills with "on-site" equipment. When I whisper Dafuq??  he distractedly mutters 'captive bolt pistol'  

He's texting again

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Thursday 5:39pm

From Princess

I kinda wanna come home now

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Thursday 7:48pm

From Princess

I have converted another person to meatloaf lover (food not music)

On 3rd brownie when he declares: I am never letting you leave again. Mine now

Look up from rolling my eyes to receive Super Intense I Can See Into Your Soul Diego Stare

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Thursday 9:50pm

From Princess

He's looking for a scary movie via voice command on remote. Other hand is on my foot. I can't even see my foot. What is the actual purpose of hands that big?? What is the evolutionary goal to this endgame? ?? Why am I wet just thinking about a    h a n d    ?????

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Friday 12:34am

From Princess

Con: This asshole is delighted to learn that I don't like scary movies

Pro: Hiding my face in his chest means I fucking feel the rumble when he laughs at me. I think I'm developing a heart condition. Hurts again.

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Friday 1:40am

From Princess

He's rubbing his face all over my stomach. I don't like this. Sir why. Please it's literally the least attractive part of me

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Friday 2:11am

From Princess

He likes it…? I don't see. How does. But it's.

No

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Friday 3:47am

From Princess

He's asleep on my stomach after spending 40 min declaring his love for belly

I'm crying and I can't stop. My whole chest hurts. What is this. Is this the most long game prank ever. There's no way he's for real. I'm afraid. Do you think I should try to escape?? Please you know I'm not easily frightened but I just. Please text back I need my BFF

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Friday 7:18am

From Princess

Woke up in bed alone and naked. Gonna grab a shirt and handle this. I can't just ignore it. This is probably a bad idea but I can't just let it go. If you don't hear back from me by noon call my parents. I love you

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Friday 11:38am

From Princess

Halfway down the stairs 3 dudes I don't know come out of the office, Diego and Julio follow. They take 1 look at me and launch into laughter and some rude fucking spanish. I'm rusty but I know fucking "fat bitch" tyvm. Diego picks this mf up by the throat and throws him into the elevator. Drags the other 2 in and... no one has come back since

Been locked in the bathroom. I'm afraid to hear anything

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Friday 1:48pm

From Princess

Relocated to closet earlier. Reading. I'm 2 chapters in and I don't even remember the title. Gonna take an ativan. Hands are shaking

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Friday 2:27pm

From Princess

You know what? I don't even care. Like as long as it's never directed at me I just don't care.

It's too late I'm in too deep. I don't know if I can even come home after this. I'm not who everyone thinks I am. I don't know who I am. I'm turning the phone off now I'm sorry but I just need everything to stop for a while

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Friday 7:48pm

From Princess

I'm ok, sorry for the dramatics. Woke up still in the closet corner but under Ginormous Blankie and can hear shower running. Decide it's time to put my big girl panties on and march in there. No I did not learn from the last time. Standby

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Friday 9:22pm

From Princess

We're good.

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Friday 11:49pm

From Princess

Ok. Marched into bathroom, launched into speech: I'm sorry but I did not know anyone was here. You have to leave me a note or something. Please tell me I did not ruin anything

Him, still in shower: Get your ass in here.

It was a literal growl

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Friday 11:50pm

From Princess

Apparently that guy had been fucking up small time and Diego was waiting for him to fuck up big time. I will never see all 3 of them again (No do not ask)Yes it was frustrating but not mad at me. Ok a little because his sister hired that guy and now he has to explain the dude's ...disappearance. Without mentioning me. No one can know about me I am a "liability"

Um ouch..? I think?? Chest pain again

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Friday 11:51pm

From Princess

He's been asleep, I'm just staring at the ceiling. Demanded I let him prove that he would never put hands on me that I don't want. I thought he was gonna cry. I did start crying but said yes. Not gentle per se, but definitely ...emotional? Like soft sex. Slow soft sex but with emotions?? I'm lost

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Friday 11:54pm

From Princess

Please tell me no. Talk me out of this. Tell me I'm fucknuts and I need to just come home and be reasonable and sensible. You know when you stand at a ledge and a little voice tells you Just jump. Do it. Go

Do I want all in? Can I do this? I should not do this. I should not care about him. Especially like this. I just. When I'm not here this is all I think about. No one else makes me feel this way

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Friday 11:56pm

From Princess

I'm hysterical right? This will go away if I just sleep. I can't stop looking at him. Touching his face, hair. Ever since the Kitchen Blowup (after the first fight??is it a fight if you're not technically in a relationship?) he's been different. Careful?? Like he really listened to me and heard. I can see him trying. Like reining in his knee jerk reactions and stopping to think before he says stuff to me. What am I supposed to do?

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Friday 11:59pm

From Princess

I want to trust him. I want to be spoiled and fucked senseless and all the giggles and private planes and shopping sprees and sleeping in til noon. But what about the other side? Constantly looking over my shoulder? Worrying that he might not come home from whatever the fuck he's out doing? The other actual supermodel hot women??? I'm not naive.

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Saturday 12:10am

From Princess

I just need to turn this off. Shut it down. Cut off emotions and just fuck. I can't do this and I can't have him for keeps. So it's time to be realistic. After this shitty quarantine ends I'll take whatever cash he wants to give me and go home. I can move if I have to. It's not hard to change your name these days. This whole nightmare will be the hilarious rumors in my future nursing home

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Saturday 4:44am

From Princess

Got up at like 350 for the bathroom. When I crawled back into bed he yanked me backwards to be smashed into/under him. Buried face into my hair and ordered:

Stop

Leaving

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Saturday 9:10am

From Princess

Woke up alone. Gathered shirt. Did surveillance from top of stairs. Music blasting. Bastian and Diego are working out. I had to sit down for a while

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Saturday 9:40am

From Princess

Finally made it down the stairs. Eating donuts while watching live action porn

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Saturday 10:27am

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Show's over. Diego announces he is going to shower with a wink. I am staying on this barstool with my donuts. I am determined

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Saturday 10:38am

From Princess

Sharing donuts with Bastian. He is staring at me

Me: ...wut?

Bastian: You know I haven't driven Franchesca anywhere in 4 months

I don't know how long I've been sitting here staring at this half eaten donut but Bastian is gone

Shower still running

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Saturday 1:36pm

From Princess

Slut level 7: Shower blowjob

Realized I have to wash my hair now. He demands to do it??

Diego: How much fucking conditioner is this going to take?

Me drooling blissfully: Uhhh... please not that word right now

...I literally heard Horny Murder Panther transition happen.

He did not touch anything but my head. Came via voice command. How the fuck

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Saturday 1:39pm

From Princess

Then it was Round 2 still dripping wet in the bed. No idea how he recovered that fast not looking gift horse in the mouth.  Haha   Horse

Also slow soft again? Does this mean something?? I feel like I'm missing some key piece of info. Never had a dude like kiss all over my face and stroke my hair. What is this gentle?? Don't like the whole looking into my eyes thing

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Saturday 3:02pm

From Princess

Received an assignment. Was trying to budget for next month (on my new laptop! Whole Microsoft office package!! SPREADSHEETS!!!)

Instructed to help fix what I fucked up…?

It's resumes. He wants me to look at resumes.   Um

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Saturday 4:12pm

From Princess

We traded laptops. I picked 3 resumes for 'warehouse labor'  This is fucking surreal

Got my laptop back and… all the internet tabs were closed?? I was paying all my bills dude wtf. His phone rings but before he walks off tells me the title will be mailed to me. ?????

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Saturday 4:47pm

From Princess

He's still in the office on the phone. I'm in the closet in shock. He paid my loans. He paid my Loans. He Paid My Fucking Loans OFF

CAR

STUDENT LOANS

$$$$$   30,000  $$$$$

THIRTY GRAND

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Saturday 4:52pm

From Princess

No you can't have him if I don't want him!! Fuck you

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Saturday 5:32pm

From Princess

Bastian came back, left a big box on the counter, said "This is for you honey" and left again. Diego still in the office.

...should I open it or wait for him to come out??

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Saturday 5:36pm

From Princess

Fuck it. I'm opening this shit

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Saturday 5:42pm

From Princess

It's a very large Brahmin bag.

Holy fuck its gorgeous 

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Saturday 5:47pm

From Princess

You know what? You Know What?

IT'S KITCHEN BLOWUP 2.0 TIME

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Sunday 8:42am

From Princess

I think we're ok? I actually uh, accidentally recorded um… everything-ish. And I might send it to you later. But right now things are kinda wobbly and I just wanna enjoy everything while I can. I'll check back in later. We're going to bed now

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Sunday 1:58pm

From Princess

Woke up to 1 gigantic hand stroking down my back. 2nd hand stuffed up my pussy to the knuckle. Villain voice directly into left ear. Memory hazy after that

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Sunday 3:01pm

From Princess

Do Oreos in bed at 3pm count as breakfast? My hips hurt

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Sunday 6:40pm

From Princess

Ok we all know I'm very much A Freak. Trysexual if you will. Only way to know you don't like it is to try it right? So anal. Never really worked. Great in theory really unpleasant in practice.

Turns out others were trying to insert the wrong appendage. Related: I fucking love beards

e v e r y w h e r e

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Sunday 10:40pm

From Princess

Yes I know you wanna know about KITCHEN BLOWUP 2.0, someday I'll tell you about v.1. It's complicated. There are feels. I can't take the vague, wishy washy, up in the air status. So it went kinda like this

Me: You want to "keep" me? Wtf does that even mean?? And how, via purchasing me??? Don't get me wrong, I like being spoiled. I'm not an idiot. But you don't even know me

He looked like I stabbed him. It was horrible

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Sunday 10:42pm

From Princess

So I laid it all out: I lived in my car for a while in my 20s. Escaped an abusive ex after 8 yrs. Survived cancer at 26. Did 2 rounds of trade school just to be scraping by at like $15 an hour. That you just paid off like it was nothing. You try to protect me from you and your life. But you have no idea what I've already survived.

So here's the deal: You wanna keep me?? Then I get to keep you.

But it's everything. If I can't have everything then I don't want anything. And if it can't be ONLY me then I gotta go. I'm not a back up plan or a convenience.

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Sunday 10:50pm

From Princess

At this point I'm scream-crying, gesticulating like I'm hysterical. He's collapsed on the floor at my feet looking like I just killed his dog. Only makes me worse. I'm demanding an answer right fucking now. This is a disaster.

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Sunday 10:54pm

From Princess

He starts yelling about how he can't keep me if I'm dead. This isn't a fucking game and I'm just like Do I look like I'm playing right now?!?

Lisa, he was crying. Just kept repeating "She's right. She's fucking right. That bitch is right."

Head in his hands sobbing.

I couldn't. 

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Sunday 10:59pm

From Princess

So I got down on my knees in front of him and reached for his hands. Just like the first blowup. I was terrified because he's obviously not in control and like I don't know the things he does but I Know. And the PTSD from ex… but I finally got him to look at me and asked him to just Tell Me.

And he did.

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Monday 12:04am

From Princess

If you had told me that night in the club that any of this would happen. That this man was capable of everything these past 10 months have brought. I would've taken you to the hospital myself.

He collapsed on me and was just begging me "Don't go don't go. Please stay. Stay just for now. Please. No one else no one."  I have a lot to consider. Probably gonna be quiet for a few days. I'll text you when things calm down. He's asleep on my chest right now

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Monday 12:10am

From Princess

I mean 10 months...how many weekends have I been up here? 12? 16? And only twice did I reach out first and ask. I have stuff here. You saw the closet section. Every time I arrive there's coke and ketchup in the fridge. My face wash and toothbrush and a huge bottle of gel in the bathroom. Last time here he gave me the safe combo???

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Monday 12:14am

From Princess

YES THE SODA JFC

I mean, I've never seen ...other… in the fridge. I don't think it needs to be refrigerated???

I Don't Know Okay

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Monday 6:40am

From Princess

Woke up around 5 and he was just staring at me from like 2 inches away. He left once he realized I was awake. I didn't follow. He still hasn't come back to bed yet. Should I go find him?

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Monday 11:38am

From Princess

Found him on the couch. Coffee table covered in vast array of firearms. Did not realize there were so many in this penthouse. Little uncomfortable. But I'm a fast learner with good mechanical skills so now I can do gun stuff. Please don't ask me about it

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Monday 11:41am

From Princess

Ok yesss. We had the stupid movie cliche moment of big tough guy stands behind damsel to teach some physical skill. Gawd.

...yeah doing it feels better than watching. You happy now???

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Monday 2:28pm

From Princess

Mood swing. He declared vengeance on behalf of his closet. I have worn too many shirts. This cannot continue. ????? Stay tuned

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Monday 2:59pm

From Princess

This man runs the largest distribution enterprise in the western hemisphere.

Currently stuck in one of my $6 tank tops from Target. 

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Monday 4:17pm

From Princess

I'm out a tank top. And a thong. Go ahead and just think about that

...But I'm still wearing one of his shirts :-D

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Monday 5:48pm

From Princess

Instead of admitting defeat he decided to forcibly remove the shirt from me. Since I have to be difficult, I ran. If this place wasn't soundproof there would be so many police here.

What level of fucked up is it to enjoy screaming No!, while struggling, not less than 3 sec prior to orgasm??

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Monday 5:52pm

From Princess

The scale only goes to 10. You don't gotta be a bitch. Damn

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Monday 8:17pm

From Princess

14 days will be up this Thursday. But they're talking about extending it, really bad here. I'm scared. Gonna try a drink, maybe ativan because I'm starting to freak out.

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Monday 9:57pm

From Princess

Watching the news and I just sorta came unglued.  Diego not really a soft/gentle guy (obvs) but once I got thru a blubber-cry explanation of immuno-compromised and cancer treatment I got full lap cuddles. I want this every time I'm upset. Warm and solid and big hands and soft nuzzles and scratchy velvet cheek kisses. Feel so tiny and safe

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Monday 11:40pm

From Princess

Think I'm fukced up. Everything feels good. Petting all the things

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Monday 11:44pm

From Princess

I'm fiiiiine. One drink. Once ativan. Thats it

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Monday 11:49pm

From Princess

Omgod ill be fine it's good donot call me

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Monday 11:55pm

From Princess

What are fiddlesticks? Like the worrd not a instrument accessory?why do we say that

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Tuesday 7:42am

From Princess

Holy shit I slept so good. I looked back thru the texts. Wtf was I doing?? I don't remember any of this

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Tuesday 8:32am

From Princess

He's giving me that all teeth smile. I'm very suspicious. And surprisingly not horny?? Am I dying?

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Tuesday 9:46am

From Princess

Have been informed that I was very adorable last night. I'm afraid to learn his definition of adorable

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Tuesday 10:12am

From Princess

Omg he has 3 hours of video

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Tuesday 11:17am

From Princess

I spent 45 min yelling about Pluto planet status being revoked and the kilogram definition being forever altered. He was very invested in the 2nd part. Legit academic discussion

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Tuesday 11:49am

From Princess

Next part: I decided to make a fried egg sandwich. He started recording like a cooking show. I almost lit my hair on fire.

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Tuesday 11:57am

From Princess

Oh I see where everything went wrong. I had 1 drink and 1 ativan. Then I finished his drink. Then I drank his replacement. Why tf did he let me do that??

"You were so cute! How could I say no to this face, bonita?"

...I will remember that

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Tuesday 12:13pm

From Princess

Apparently we exchanged playlists. This is not good

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Tuesday 12:28pm

From Princess

Omg I revealed the Murder Panther Sugar Daddy title. Oh fuck. Shit shit shit

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Tuesday 12:42pm

From Princess

I spent 40 min petting him all over while listing everything I liked and why. He is going to be insufferable for forever after this

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Tuesday 1:22pm

From Princess

Lisa. Lisa. Holy shit. He said we made a porno. I laughed. He fucking narrated an opening to it. I am dying  I am going to die   I am dead

Him, offscreen: Diego and Bicki make a Porno!

Me, onscreen, twerking on the bed in lace bra

Me: eeeeeeeeeeeeeee ASS AND TITTIES!!!

Diego pops into shot, giggling: Pretty Princess Pussy!!

The whole thing just dissolved into shaky blur and us laughing hysterically

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Tuesday 1:24pm

From Princess

No I'm not sharing it. What is wrONG WITH YOU??????

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Tuesday 3:44pm

From Princess

It… did not go the way I thought it would. And apparently he had not watched it either because we were both surprised.

That. Was not sex. Seeing the soft slow with emotions from the outside was pretty damning.

That was lovemaking

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Tuesday 6:32pm

From Princess

I'm locked in the bathroom. Everything is fucked.

I just… I just hid my face and said "I want to go home." Like a fucking coward hiding behind my hair, I took off upstairs and now I'm here. It's been a long time. I'm still alone

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Tuesday 6:39pm

From Princess

No shit Sherlock, I know I have intimacy issues.

Men don't love me. Sure I'm fun to fuck for a while. But they don't take a poor fat girl home. Come on, you've seen it firsthand. Clearly, since here I still am by myself

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Tuesday 6:42pm

From Princess

I don't know what I was thinking. I don't belong here. Guess I'll just ride out the last 2 days then come home

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Tuesday 6:45pm

From Princess

I think Julio is here. I can hear their voices but can't make out the words

Oh no his sister is here. They're yelling in Spanish, I can't catch any of it

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Tuesday 10:14pm

From Princess

They screamed for a while, then she finally left. Been silent ever since. I don't know if he's still here

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Tuesday 10:40pm

From Princess

He's definitely still here. There's a tantrum going on

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Wednesday 12:32am

From Princess

Fell asleep in the closet corner again. Except when I woke up he was wedged in there with me

Me: … um

Diego: I think I see why you do this

Then he went to sleep on me

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Wednesday 5:48am

From Princess

Have been talking since 3. Still in the closet.

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Wednesday 7:10am

From Princess

I'm coming home when this is over. I need some time and space to think. 

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Wednesday 7:12am

From Princess

Is that even the right term? Do you 'break up' with a sugar daddy???? 

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Wednesday 7:13am

From Princess

NO I WANT TO KEEP HIM

BITCH I WILL STAB YOU

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Wednesday 7:16am

From Princess

Gonna shower and go to bed. You mention that last text and I literally will stab you. BFF or not

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Wednesday 4:40pm

From Princess

Just listened to an hour of descriptions of Mexico.

I am… tempted

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Wednesday 6:54pm

From Princess

I'm flying home Friday, they just lifted the travel ban here.

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Wednesday 6:59pm

From Princess

No, no one is happy here. We're both clingy disasters today

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Wednesday 7:17pm

From Princess

Went downstairs. It's a war zone. We came back upstairs 

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Thursday 6:19am

From Princess

Couldn't sleep so I'm packing. Diego is watching me from the bed with the biggest, saddest puppy dog eyes in existence.

Effect kinda ruined because I can see his bare ass

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Thursday 6:22am

From Princess

Why would you ask me that? You know he's an exhibitionist 

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Thursday 6:23am

From Princess

I can't decide if you're the Best or the Worst BFF ever. Gawd

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Thursday 6:25am

From Princess

...IMAGE LOADING…

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Thursday 6:27am

From Princess

Yeah. You see my dilemma now???

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Thursday 6:28am

From Princess

Yes I bite it! What is wrong with you today???

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Thursday 6:43pm

From Princess

He spent entire day attached to me. I..??? What do I do with a clingy cartel boss drug lord?? Its too much

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Friday 8:52am

From Princess

I'm on the plane. He rode here with me. Looked so… broken. Feel like a monster. But I'm scared

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Friday 1:45pm

From Princess

Lisa. LISA. LISA.

I'm home but but he. Omg

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Friday 2:38pm

From Princess

There's a tiny stuffed panther in my bag with a note:  I just want to be with you

My very own Tiny Murder Panther 

[littlemisswinchester7]

No one else but you (destiel)

Summary: My version of the alley scene (season 5 episode 18 : Point of no return) 

AN: Tell me if you want to be tagged ! (As usual, I do not own the characters or the universe)

Dean had to face many enemies in his life, but he never thought he’ll have to face Cas one day. The angel was very important for him. Before he met Castiel, the angel of the Lord who saved him from perdition, Dean was 100% sure he was straight. Yet, Cas managed to break all of his walls, he became a part of him and he just won’t let go. Lately, Dean was always having wet dreams. Every night, he was dreaming of his angel. Yes, Dean was basically obsessed with Castiel. He wanted to feel Cas inside of him, hear him whimper in pleasure. He wanted the whole Castiel, only for him.

He’ll never mentioned his fantasies to his angel though, he was worried it might frighten him. Despite that, Dean was devoted to his angel and he would always help is Cas needs him. However, the hunter was a human first, and he reached the point of no return. He couldn’t bear the pressure of Michael and Lucifer anymore. He was about to say “yes”, he’ll say “yes” and everything would be over. Yet, Castiel wouldn’t let him do this. Dean never saw him like this, he seemed really pissed. Usually, the angel always had a neutral expression. By the way, it bothers the hunter because he can never guess what’s going on in his pretty head. He wanted to read in Cas’ mind the way Cas was reading in his.

 Dean never thought that Castiel could throw him and beat him up in a damn alley. Ok, Castiel has every right to be mad, really. After all, the angel gave up everything and risked his life just to save him. But he thought Castiel’s anger would be expressed through some insults and that he’ll be gone for a few weeks. Ya know, the usual “radio silence”. This, what was happening right now, was never something Dean would have thought of. Castiel threw him on a concrete wall. His whole body was sore but he didn’t fought back, he wasn’t even trying to avoid the blows. The simple idea to hurt Castiel was making him sick. Dean’s indifference seems to upset Castiel even more as he gripped Dean’s jacket and threw him against the grid at the back of the alley.

 Dean hit the grid pretty hard, and he fell back on the ground with a cracking sound. His whole body was bruised and he was pretty sure that his ankle just broke. He saw himself dying here, in an filthy alley, at night, killed by his best friend. He could tell that Castiel wasn’t done with him just yet. The hunter was now staring at the angel’s clenched fists. In a burst of dignity -or stupidity- he wasn’t sure, he straightens up as he can and starts yelling.

 “Do it! Just do it dammit!”

Dean noticed a slight change in Cas’ gaze, as if the angel realized that he may have gone a little too far. Yet, his gaze was still intimidating. The hunter was shaking and he was trying really hard not to let the angel notice the pain he was in. It was useless, of course. Dean knew that Cas always knows everything. Nothing could escape his ocean eyes. The angel got closer and then he kneeled in front of him.

 “I believe I’ve never felt such a rage before, Dean”

 “Yep, I think I’ve noticed this, Cas.”

The hunter tried to move his leg a little, in order to ease the pain. Castiel is the one who did this to him, yet, he cannot blame him. He received the beating of his life, yes, but after all the crap he’s done in his life, Dean thinks he deserved it. When Dean saw that Cas’ hand was moving toward him, he tried to step back a little. After what happened, who could blame him though ? The angel’s hand reached Dean’s forehead and Dean realized that he was healed. Dean suddenly looked up, he was looking at Castiel in the eye. He was lost, he had no idea what to think anymore.

 “Look, Dean, I’m very disappointed at you, but I still don’t want you to suffer.”

 “I… Cas, you have to understand my place. You’re an angel, you’re above all this but I’m just human. I did this for my brother. Maybe you don’t understand my actions right now but you have to know that it was for Sammy. I wanted a better world for him.”

Suddenly, Castiel’s gaze was unbearable to support and the hunter looked down again. God, Dean felt himself becoming hard. Castiel’s rough voice and his intense gaze could turn him on so easily. Dammit, he though about being fucked right here in this alley where anyone could see them. He was unable to think about anything else now, and he was painfully hard. He couldn’t stop himself from moving a little to find some friction and he barely hold a moan which would have betrayed him. Cas was still staring at him, but his expression was different. Dean had the feeling to be completely exposed, it was like Castiel could see his every thoughts. Maybe he could, actually. We were talking about a friggin angel here. The simple idea turned the hunter on even more if it was possible. Oh jeez, he needed to find a way outta here and fast, otherwise he might just start to beg Cas to fuck him. The angel bent his head on the side like he often did, and Dean dared to look him in the eye again. This time, he couldn’t look away. He felt a strong current between them. It was impossible right? Castiel had no attraction for him.

“Look, Cas, I’m truly sorry to disappoint you but I can’t and I won’t regret my actions.”

“Oh, but I can guarantee you that you’ll regret them, and soon enough.”

Dean couldn’t reply as the angel gripped him by his shoulders and smashed him against the nearest wall. Castiel looked down at the bulge in Dean’s pants before looking up in his eyes.

 “Well, Well it looks like you have a thing for violence”

 “What ? N... No, I”

Castiel put his hands on the wall around the hunter’s face before smashing his lips on Dean’s. Castiel’s tongue was dominant and Dean opened his lips to let his angel in. Dean whined loudly when Cas bit his lips and then, licked it to ease the pain. Castiel’s mouth was sweet and dominant at the same time. The hunter forgot everything and kissed his angel back. He gripped Cas’ hair and pulled them a little which caused Castiel to moan. Wow, this was the hottest thing he ever heard. When Cas pulled back to let them both breathe, the Hunter could only see lust in Cas’ eyes.

“I know you were doing this on purpose Dean, I know that you do everything you can to piss me off. Stop fighting this.”

“Caaas, I…”

“Don’t pretend that you don’t want this. Don’t forget I’m watching you. If only you knew how many times I answered your prayers only to find you in your bed moaning my name while you were sleeping.”

Dean couldn’t bear it anymore. Hearing his angel talking like that, it was so hot. He suddenly decided to act and he reversed their positions. Castiel looked surprised.

“If only you’ll let me speak, you’ll know that I want nothing else more than I want you.”

Castiel smiled whilst he unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans and his briefs down. He gripped Dean’s hair and forced the hunter to kneel in front of him.

“I want you to blow me Dean.”

The young man loved how his angel could change his mood like that. One moment he was patient and sweet and the other he was dominant and violent. Dean weren’t very submissive, but Castiel weren’t just a regular someone. He’ll do anything for him just because he wanted it. That’s why he did what he was asked. He started to stroke a little Cas’ length and the angel sighed at that. Dean loved to watch Cas’ every reaction. Whilst looking at him in the eye, Dean licked the little slit before he licked the whole thing. Dean whimpered when Cas grabbed his hair strongly. The hunter opened his mouth and took as much of his angel as he could. He put his hands on what was left and he started sucking and stroking his lover. He couldn’t get bored of the incredible noises that his angel was making. Suddenly, Cas took the control and he imposed his own rhythm. Yet, Cas was still careful not to hurt his hunter. Dean loved it when Cas took control and he moaned over and over. Cas felt every moans on his length and he eventually climaxed in Dean’s mouth. The hunter swallowed his cum under the angel’s approval.

“Well, well, who would have thought that Dean Winchester was a cock slut ? It’s obvious that’s not the first time you’re doing this.”

Dean moaned softly and reached the bulge in his pants to seek some relief.

“Oh, so you’re not even gonna try to deny it? The truth is, Dean that you’re a little slut. You want my cock that’s it ?”

“Y…es Caaas, please, I need you, help me.”

 Castiel lifted Dean up and kissed him tenderly before he brought them back in the bunker with his magic. Dean needed a few seconds to realize where they were.

“Cas?”

“Yes, Dean?”

“I need you.”

“What do you want me to do Dean? I need you to be precise.”

“I, I want you to fuck me.”

Dean wasn’t even embarrassed to say those things. He was so turned on that he’ll do anything. Castiel snapped his fingers and Dean was now completely naked, at his angel’s mercy. Castiel then start to took off his tie slowly without breaking their eye contact. He seemed surprised when Dean stopped him.

“Cas, I, I really like your clothes… You were wearing them in all of my dreams and…”

Castiel shushed him by putting a finger on his lips.

“Ok then, I’ll keep my clothes on.”

The angel pushed Dean on the bed behind him.

“Turn around and I want you on all fours.”

Dean moved quickly. He was so needy for his angel. Castiel climbed on the bed behind Dean and leaned in order to kiss Dean’s back languidly and Dean moaned softly.

“You’re so good to me right now Dean, you’re beautiful, and mine. Do you understand what it means?”

“Yes, Castiel. Only yours.”

In this moment, Castiel was back to his old self. His motions were delicate and tender. The angel’s hands were slowly stroking Dean’s body. The angel managed to linger on the erogenous parts. A weird sound escaped Dean’s throat, it sounded like a purr and Castiel enjoyed it very much.

“Do you have lube?”

Dean slightly bent himself, opened the first drawer of his nightstand and picked a small bottle that he gave to his angel. He couldn’t see what was happening behind him but he felt his impatience growing as he heard that Cas had opened the bottle. Castiel poured some on his fingers before he pressed one of his fingers in Dean’s hole. Dean’s body tensed a little at the intrusion, but the soothing voice of his lover relaxed him.

“It’s ok Dean, don’t worry. You’re doing just fine.”

When Cas curled his finger and reached Dean’s sweet spot, the hunter whimpered and Castiel put another finger inside Dean. He started to move his fingers in and out of Dean at a small pace to prep him. Dean was moaning his angel’s name over and over.

“Caaas! It’s fine, I’m fine you can take me now.”

Castiel was waiting for this precise moment. He took his fingers off of Dean who whined at the lost. He then placed his erect member in front of Dean’s entrance before slowly pushing in.

“Cas, don’t worry I can take it.”

“Remember you asked for this.”

Castiel fully pressed himself in Dean in one quick motion. He was balls deep in his lover and he was making a bunch of noises. Dean tensed and screamed of both pleasure and pain.

“Dammit, you’re so tight around me Dean, Are you ok?”

The concern in Castiel’s voice warmed Dean’s heart. He knew that Castiel really cared for him. But they’ll have plenty of time for that after. Right now, Dean needed the dominant Cas to fuck the hell outta him.

“I’m ok, I just need you, fuck me hard Cas.”

Castiel growled at that and started to move at a really fast pace. Each of his thrusts made them both whimper in pleasure. Dean couldn’t hold the screams from his throat. He was screaming Castiel’s name. When Dean felt his orgasm build in him he screamed.

“Caaas, I’m close, I’m gonna…”

At this exact moment, Castiel stopped moving causing Dean to almost cry in frustration.

“Cas what the hell?”

“Dean, if you wanna come you will repeat everything I say.”

“W, What? But Cas…”

“I won’t disobey again.”

Dean had no reaction, so Cas pulled himself out a little. That’s when Dean understood. He repeated the sentence and was rewarded by a powerful thrust.

“I will never let anyone but you fuck my sweet little ass.”

“I wi… aaah will never let anyone but you fuck my sweet little ass.”

“Ok, good boy.”

Castiel started to thrust in Dean again and the hunter came a few seconds after that. When he felt Dean’s hole clench around his cock Castiel came too. They both fell on the bed, Castiel was still in his lover. Before the angel could say anything, Dean gripped his tie and kissed him.

“You’re mine too Cas, I’ll kill anyone who comes a little too close.”

Cas smiled to that and he hugged Dean.

“I don’t want anyone but you Dean.

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