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Hello again, here's the other art dump I promised a while ago and then forgot about :D
Nightmare Hyde by @undeadscienceshow !!
Aaaand warning for staring :D
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You're not scared... are ya? (m)
Pairing: non-sorcerer Gojo Satoru/Geto Suguru x reader (afab)
Genre: Ghostface/Halloween + Smut
Word count: 7k
Summary: You’ve always loved Halloween. But this year, you and your boyfriend, Suguru, are planning something a little spookier than usual… Who doesn’t love a good scare? You have to get in the Halloween spirit, right? Turns out, the trick is on you and the treats are for your boyfriend and his blonde-haired, blue-eyed friend who seems to like you a little more than a friend should…
Warnings: uhhh i guess technically non-con…? It depends on how you look at it, i guess (let me know what you think so i can tag it appropriately), fingering (f receiving), oral (m and f receiving), throat f*cking, penetration (vaginal, f receiving), choking, knife play, blood play, biting and hickeys, threesome, kissing (satosugu (if you’re not down with that uh… sorry lmao maybe not the fic for you)), primal play, use of ghostface mask and chasing/hide and seek, degradation and praise, sensory deprivation/play (blindfolds, gags), bondage (f receiving)... i think that’s it lol oh and this is like 70% proof read I'm sorry I just wanted to get it out
A/N: sorry this is late ! i meant to have this out before halloween (at the very least), but the timing just didn’t work out
xx Jay
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Halloween was easily one of your favorite times of year.
You loved the autumn season in general. From the colors of the leaves to the cool chill in the air, October in general had a special place in your heart. And it certainly didn’t hurt that the brisk weather gave you an excuse to cuddle up with your boyfriend, not that you really needed another reason in the first place.
There was another aspect of Halloween you loved, of course…
“No way,” Suguru states. “I’m not doing that.”
He didn’t even look up from his phone upon your horror movie reenactment request. He continued to type away on his phone, no doubt texting his white-haired best friend whom he’s questionably close to. In fact, before you two got together, you were fully convinced your now boyfriend was dating his best friend, Satoru. You even remember the laughs they each let out when you finally brought up the matter.
After many questions asked, Suguru confirmed he was, in fact, single. And the rest was history.
Funnily enough, Suguru later confessed to you during one drunken night that he hadn’t made a move on you originally since he thought Satoru was interested in you too. When you tried asking him about it the next day, unsure if the memory was fabricated, he said he didn’t know what you were talking about.
But you can’t imagine life any other way. Suguru truly was your other half.
There’s only one glaring difference between the two of you when it comes to the Halloween season…
“I’m not dressing up in some ghost mask thing and chasing you around the apartment in the dark.”
Your boyfriend, ever the dream-crusher, didn’t share your same passion for horror movies.
“It’s ghostface, Suguru,” you correct. “And, come on, baby. Don’t you wanna make your lovely girlfriend’s dreams come true?” When in doubt, go for the guilt trip.
He just lets out a sigh and looks up at the ceiling in disbelief.
“Baby, if you’re having dreams like those, then I’ll be chasing you to a therapist’s office instead,” he laughs. “Besides, what’s the appeal in this so-called “ghostface” stalking in the first place? Is this the result of some sort of repressed trauma I don’t know about?”
“Haha, very funny,” you scowl. “But, no, this isn’t about some secret, horrifically painful backstory. Think of it as… primal play.”
His neck snaps back down and catches your gaze.
“Primal play?” he asks you incredulously with a gleam in his eyes. “How come you’ve never told me about this little secret of yours, hm? Next thing I know, you’re gonna be telling me about some piss kink of yours.”
You slap his shoulder, and he laughs at your disgusted expression.
“Hey!” He raises his hands in mock surrender. “You never know! Maybe you shouldn’t knock it ‘till you try it! You’ll just have to explore that side of your sexuality without me… some sort of solo piss-centric masturbation.”
Slapping his shoulder again, you pull away from his side and look him in the eye. “I can’t really explain it all that well, but the idea of being chased and the fear of getting caught…” you trail off and lean to whisper in his ear, “It gets me so wet that I’m dripping.”
You don’t need to look at his face to know his eyes widen and his mouth parts at your comment. You’ve got him right where you want him now. Based on the weighted silence as Suguru processes your words, you know he’s just about folded like a house of cards. Chase you around in a ghostface mask? Hell, he might even shave his head if you asked him too (not that you would ever want such a terrible thing).
“Okay,” Suguru breathes out shakily, picturing you sopping wet at the mere thought of the primal play kink. “So… how would we do this?”
And just like that, the plans for your primal play ghostface dream fell into place.
Close to 9pm on Halloween, your boyfriend left your shared apartment and agreed to return in roughly fifteen minutes in which time you were to set up for the scene by moving all remotely sharp objects out of the way, changing into the appropriate clothing, turning off the lights, and finding a place to hide. By the time the fifteen minutes were up, you would be receiving a phone call from your boyfriend.
Once you had rearranged the apartment and changed into much shorter, might tighter clothes, you began turning the lights off around the shared space. However, you were startled when you heard a knock on the door. Confused, you walked over slowly and looked through the peephole.
You let out a sigh and open the door to find Satoru before you.
“Hey, Satoru,” you greet quickly. “Now’s not really a good time. Suguru and I-”
Satoru, eyes still glued to his phone, interrupts you, “Oh, yeah, I’m here to see him, actually.”
You click your tongue at his rudeness. When it comes to moments like these, you remember why you choose to believe that Suguru’s drunken confession of Satoru’s underlying feelings for you had to be false. There are times when Satoru treats you more like a doormat than an actual person- let alone the girlfriend of his best friend. Although it does make you question if Satoru really did have feelings for you boyfriend after all…
“No, Satoru, you don’t understand,” you begin. “Suguru and I have something… planned. He’ll be back soon, but we’re staying in tonight alone.” You be sure to emphasize the last part of your sentence.
He finally looks up from his phone, and his jaw drops slightly as his eyes rake over your body. His brilliant blue eyes take in your bra-less chest covered by what has to be the world’s shortest crop top with your nipples poking against the fabric of the shirt. His eyes fall to your tiny skirt that hugs your hips tightly and doesn’t even reach midthigh. For the first time since you met the lanky menace, he’s actually speechless. You wave a hand in front of his face to snap him out of his trance-like state.
“Satoru?” you question. “Did you hear what I just said?”
He closes his mouth and gulps before making eye contact with you. If you had paid closer attention, you would have noticed the bulge in his jeans grow larger just from the mere look of you.
Shaking his head, he puts his phone away in his back pocket. He clears his throat before asking, “What were you saying?”
You roll your eyes at his behavior.
He’s a complete jerk when he interacts with you normally but now he’s gawking at your appearance? Makes sense why he can’t get a girlfriend. And it’s not like he’s about to pull Suguru as a boyfriend since he’s long off the market. Part of you wants to rub that in Satoru’s face whenever he acts up like this.
“Suguru isn't home right now, but he will be soon. Once he gets here, he and I have plans. So, respectfully, you need to leave.” you reiterate with more force this time to fully get the point across.
A.K.A. Fuck off, Satoru.
He scoffs at your attitude (as if it isn’t 100% warranted) and turns around to leave. “Fine,” he sighs in annoyance as if your simple request was a burden. “Tell him I stopped by, and next time…” His eyes meet yours again and a smirk is painted on his irritatingly handsome face. “Maybe wear more clothes when you answer the door. You never know what kind of perverts might be lurking around.”
You smile awkwardly at the comment and finally close the door, letting out a sigh. You thought he’d never leave.
You jolt when your phone starts ringing and dash around the apartment to turn off the rest of the lights and scurry to your hiding place. Once you’ve quickly collected yourself, you answer the phone.
“Hello?” you speak, excitement already on the rise at the thought of what’s in store for tonight.
A dark, muffled voice through a voice modulator on the other end asks, “What’s your favorite scary movie?”
Smiling at the iconic line, you grip your phone a little tighter and hum, “I don’t know if I can pick just one. I love horror movies.”
You hear a chuckle. “Really? And why’s that, princess?”
Your cheeks heat up at the use of the pet name- not in the original script but still making you weak in the knees.
“Hm… There’s just something about the feeling of being scared… To be honest, it gets more more worked up than it should.”
Your ears perk up when you hear the apartment door unlock, and you carefully peer around the room from your hiding spot in search of your masked boyfriend. Perhaps it’s because you’re in the dark, but he’s nowhere in sight.
“Well, you’re in luck tonight, princess.” the silky voice practically purrs. “Because I’m about to give you a scare you’ll never forget.”
The line drops, and you listen closely for any sounds of movement throughout the apartment. You finally hear shuffling down the hall from your hiding spot and prepare yourself for the chase should you be caught.
“Come out, come out wherever you are,” he sings, still utilizing the voice modulator to add to the horror element.
Eventually, your boyfriend steps into the room and proceeds to hum a song under his breath as he slowly looks around the room. Seconds feel like hours as you hold your breath, ready to dart away from your hiding spot if need be. You attempt to lean forward carefully- emphasis on “attempt” because a wooden plank beneath you groans at your small movement.
His neck snaps toward you, and you can tell that even with that mask, he makes direct eye contact with you. You let out a little yelp as you dive out of the way of his attack. He’s on the ground after his attempted grab, and you rush out of the room in search of another hiding place throughout your apartment.
You finally settle in a new spot and cover your mouth with your hand to silence your harsh breathing. It isn’t long before your boyfriend enters the room again and begins searching.
“Fuck,” he exhales, “I can practically track you by smell alone, princess. You must be soaked, huh?”
You push your thighs together in a desperate attempt to pleasure yourself from the friction alone. It’s obviously not enough, but it’ll have to do as your boyfriend chases you through the apartment while dressed as a serial killer.
“What a dirty little slut you are…” your boyfriend calls out, taunting you. “All this hiding and chasing has you worked up pretty good, huh? Why don’t you just come on out and let me take care of that problem for you, yeah?”
As tempting as the offer sounds, you remain silent and watch from your spot behind the furniture.
“No?” he asks in faux confusion. “Then I guess we’ll just have to do this the hard way. I love a good hunt.”
Surprisingly, you’re able to move to another hiding place quietly right as he was about to find you. Your luck ran out when you realized that in your search through the dark, you had ended up in the bedroom which only left two spaces to hide: under the bed or in the closet.
“Fuck me,” you whisper in anger. “Could this be any more predictable?”
You quickly weigh your options and opt to slide underneath the bed quietly. Not too long after, your boyfriend walks leisurely into the room. This truly seems like a game to him. And here you were thinking he would be more timid since he had never engaged in any sort of similar roleplay before.
He peeks around the room, giving it a mere once-over before stepping out. Thank god.
He really believed there’s no way you would be dumb enough to hide in such horrible spots. You’re both relieved and also offended in a way.
There’s no time to contemplate further when hands wrap around your ankles and pull you from under the bed, making you scream. Once you’re fully emerged, he flips you over on your back and pins you on the floor of your bedroom.
“Hiding under the bed?” he coos. “Princess, for someone who watches a lot of horror movies, I would have hoped you’d be smarter than that.”
“Get off me!” you shout.
Even though you’re pretending to fight back, you know full well that even if you were trying with all your strength to push him off, he could still easily manipulate your body.
“Oh, but this is what you wanted, right?” he asks as he reaches beside him and grabs one of his belts off the dresser. “Completely, utterly helpless.”
He makes quick work of your wrists, binding them together expertly with his belt. The belt wasn’t meant to be a part of the scene, but fuck was it hot.
Once your hands are bound, he removes both of his black gloves and tosses them to the side. He brings his now bare hands to your collar bones that show from above your flimsy crop top. His cold hands brush against your skin, and he lifts up the fabric between his fingers.
“This,” he begins. “is getting in the way.”
In the blink of an eye, he’s reaching into his pocket and brings out a switchblade. He cuts the clothes off of your body while you lay there in shock.
“A switchblade?” you ask in confusion. “Suguru, where did you get a switchblade? That wasn’t part of our scene-”
He cuts you off by shoving his fingers in your mouth.
“The only thing I wanna hear from this whore mouth is moaning, whining, and pleading,” he states firmly. “Or can a doubt slut like you not understand that?”
Your eyes are practically bulging out of your head. Not only did Suguru whip out a legitimate weapon (which neither one of you had planned), but he was talking to you in a way he had never done before. It was crude, cruel, and harsh. It was something you had never heard from him… but it was turning you on so much that you couldn’t even bring yourself to question the change in behavior. He removes his fingers from your mouth, now covered in your drool, and opts for shoving his discarded gloves into your mouth instead, effectively shutting you up.
“No bra, hm?” he questions as he runs the blade down your bare chest. “Good. Those nipples look even better bare anyways.”
Dragging the knife’s edge along your breast, you hiss as he draws faint amounts of blood. He lets out a groan at the sight and pinches one of your nipples with his free hand. You whine around his fingers at the dual sensation, pleasure and pain. Your wrists pull at your confines, and you feel the leather dig into your skin.
Abandoning your chest, he moves his free hand lower down your body until he reaches the end of your skirt. With a quick flick of his wrist, he’s pulled up the fabric to reveal your bare cunt, glistening with arousal. Even in the darkened room, you know he can see your wetness.
“And no panties too?” your boyfriend groans at the sight. “Well, it must be my lucky day. This pretty pussy was calling my name from the beginning, huh?”
Had you been more lucid, you may have furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at his statement, considering you had mentioned to him before the scene what you planned on wearing. The thought flew out of your mind when you felt his long fingers collect your slick and move against your folds. You whine at the movement and try to clench your thighs shut at the for more friction.
“Nuh uh,” he practically sings and shoves your legs apart. “You’re gonna take what I give ya, and you’re gonna like it.”
At that, he plunges two fingers into you suddenly, not even giving time to adjust to the intrusion before he’s built a rapid pace. Your squeal is muffled by the black fabric shoved inside your mouth, but your sounds still echo throughout the apartment. You’re certain you’ll get noise complaints tomorrow- not that you cared.
While his middle and pointer fingers continue their brutal speed inside you, he brings his thumb upward to draw small circles on your clit which has you moaning impossibly louder. Your brain feels scrambled already; Suguru’s touch plus the anticipation of what’s to come has you shaking.
“Who knew such a quiet, well-mannered little girl could be such a fucking slut,” he states with mock surprise. “Guess it just took some good finger–fucking to bring out your true self, huh?”
Even if you weren’t gagged, you wouldn’t be able to respond. The speed at which he fingers you has you delirious, and if you weren’t so laughably fucked out already, you’d be embarassed with how quickly you felt your climax approaching. Suguru feels you tighten around his fingers and laughs cruelly at you.
“Gonna cum so soon? I thought a common whore like you would have built up a tolerance for someone touching this cunt…Guess not.” he laughs again.
You can practically envision the sarcastic pout on his face from his tone.
“But that’s more than fine by me, princess,” he says darkly and ups the pace on your clit. “Because I’m gonna have you cumming so much that you forget about any other man aside from me.”
The possessiveness in his tone sends you spiraling over the edge and you clench firmly around his fingers as your pitiful moans attempt to spill from the make-shift gag.
Once you come down from your high, you’re met with your boyfriend holding up a blindfold to your face. You widen your eyes a bit at his actions since he hasn’t mentioned anything to you about using blindfolds when you were planning your scene. He’s certainly taking some creative liberties that stray from your original plans as well as the original Scream movie script.
“What?” he cocks his head to the side, and you imagine his smirk beneath the mask. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of the dark.”
You glare at him, still blinking back tears in your eyes from your recent and powerful orgasm. You try to speak, but the words are lost in the gag. He probably rolls his eyes as he sighs and pulls the fabric from your mouth.
You take a deep breath upon being freed from your muzzle and dare him, “Do your worst.”
He chuckles at the taunt. “You’re gonna regret that, sweetheart.”
He makes quick work of wrapping the blindfold around your eyes tightly, and you’re consumed by the darkness of the fabric. After he’s made sure you can’t see anything, you hear some ruffling of fabric, and you assume he’s removed parts of the ghostface costume. He’s silent for a movement, and you’re about to call out for him before you feel the familiar sensation of a blade along your thighs. You hear him groaning at the sight of you twitching and whining. Hissing at the sharpness of the blade, you feel some blood begin to trickle down your thighs. Leaning in, your boyfriend licks up the warm, red liquid with his tongue.
You gasp at the filthy action and shamefully feel yourself grow even more wet.
Before you have time to fully comprehend the dirtiness of your boyfriend’s actions, he latches his tongue to your soaking cunt, and you practically scream at the feeling. Your boyfriend has always been good with his mouth, but tonight feels… different. You can’t quite put your finger on what it is, but he’s displaying this near savage, depraved behavior that you had never seen from him before. You’re not sure if it’s for the scene or the holiday itself, but it’s turning you on in ways you had never experienced before.
“Fuck, Suguru, that feels so good,” you whine. He lands a harsh slap on your cunt and you yelp. He practically growls against your pussy, and the vibrations ripple throughout your body, causing you to clench your toes and whine helplessly.
You want so badly to run your fingers through his luscious hair, but the belt pinning your arms above your head keeps your hands firmly in place.
Your body starts to shake as the sensations grow stronger once he attaches his mouth to your clit and sucks aggressively at the bundle of nerves. His hands grab hold of your hips and pull your lower body back onto the ground to keep you in place to experience the full intensity of his mouth on your mound. You clench your eyes shut and your face scrunches up as the pleasure increases and the knot in your stomach grows tighter.
Aside from his groans, your boyfriend remains quiet. Although he’s usually quite verbal and talks you through the pleasure, your boyfriend’s uncharacteristic silence actually turns you on. It sounds sick, but it makes you feel more like an object for him to use rather than his girlfriend.
“Oh!” you gasp as he shoves his fingers back inside you again. His skilled tongue coupled with his long fingers has your mind reeling. “I’m close! I’m so close, baby”
He moans again against your pussy and uses his free hand to drag his fingers along the shallow cuts he made on your thighs. You hiss at the feeling and feel your orgasm crash on you, making you moan so loudly you’re sure your throat will be raw tomorrow.
Your legs are trembling as you come down from your high. Your voice is shaky as you mutter with a dopey, fucked out smile, “You always know how to drive me crazy, Suguru.”
He chuckles darkly at your comment and your blood runs cold when you hear in a cocky voice ask, “Crazy, huh?”
You freeze at the sound of the voice.
That’s not Suguru.
“What- what the fuck?” you yell. “Who the fuck are you? Get away from me!”
The stranger laughs again. “What? You don’t recognize me?” He leans in real close to whisper in your ear, “You’re telling me you’re not as obsessed with me as I am with you?”
Your eyes bulge impossibly wider as you recognize the voice of the man.
“S-Satoru…?” you question in a meek tone.
“Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!” He jokes with a dangerous undertone. He caresses your face softly, and you flinch away at the contact. He sighs in disappointment. “What’s the matter, princess? You were crazy over me a few moments ago. You said so yourself.”
You pull at your restraints and shout, “Let me go!”
Although you can’t see, you assume he rolls his eyes as he covers your mouth with his large hand. He speaks with a calm tone, dismissive of your fear and confusion. “I don’t get what the big deal is, really. I mean, Suguru and I share just about everything. Why are you the exception?”
You wiggle aggressively under his touch and he sighs before lifting his hand.
“What’s wrong with you? I’m Suguru’s girlfriend. I’m not some toy for you to play with. Now let me go!” you demand.
Satoru scoffs at your comment. “Ugh, it’s always the same thing from you. Suguru this and Suguru that… How bout you show me a little love, huh?”
You can tell he’s smirking based on the tone of his voice. You continue to struggle to undo the binds restricting your hands. You try yelling for help, desperate for your someone- anyone- to come to your rescue.
Satoru just stares at your pathetic attempts to escape. Before you know it, his hand slaps your cheek, making you gasp. You feel your skin tingle as the aftermath of the hit.
Tears well up in your eyes as you cry out, “Where is Suguru?”
Suddenly, a warmer set of hands run up your arm. Your breath hitches at the touch, unsure what to expect next.
You gasp again as someone leans in and whispers in your ear, “Looking for me, darling?”
Honestly, you could cry tears of joy at this point. “Suguru!” you yelp. “Suguru, please get me out of here!” Expecting to be freed from your confines, you wait for a moment before you hear your boyfriend chuckle.
“Are you sure that’s what you want, baby?” he whispers. “You seemed to be enjoying yourself when another man was between those thighs. Satoru is quite skilled with his tongue, isn’t he?”
In another world, you would have asked how Suguru knew just how well Satoru moved his tongue, but your brain is too cloudy to question his statement. As fucked up as it is, you press your thighs together slightly at his comment. You try to be discreet so as to not give away how much the situation secretly turned you on, but both men caught the not-so-subtle movement and shared a smirk.
Satoru began massaging your thighs lightly and swiped up a bit of the remaining blood to bring to his lips. He moaned at the taste. He swore that every part of you tasted good.
Suguru spoke softly, “If you don’t want to continue, we understand…” he began. “But based on how desperate you are to have the sweet little pussy of yours touched, I’d say you want both of us.”
You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your lips at your boyfriend’s words. Sure, Satoru was attractive. Hell, attractive would be an understatement. He and Suguru looked like they were sculpted by gods. But never in a hundred years did you imagine you’d fuck your boyfriend’s best friend.
“You know your safeword, darling,” Suguru reminded you. “We won’t go any further unless you want to.”
You thought about it. On one hand, you should be beyond pissed for this fucked up “stunt” they pulled. But on the other hand… you couldn’t deny how much you wanted to try Satoru’s cock.
The idea of taking them both at the same time practically had your mouth watering.
You gulped and muttered, “Y-yes.”
Satoru just raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Yes what?”
Whining, you spoke, “Yes, please.”
Both men looked at each other with sadistic smiles. That was the only sign they needed. They both understood the goal: ruin you.
Suguru pulled the blindfold off you and tossed it to the side. “As much fun as that sensory deprivation was, I wanna see your whole face when we fuck you dumb.”
Satoru groans at the idea, “Fuck, I bet that pretty face of yours looks even better when your eyes are rolling back and your drooling from our cocks.”
Blushing at the comment, you try to turn away to hide your face. Suguru just laughs and grabs your chin, making you meet his gaze. ‘Oh, no you don’t,” he chuckled. “There’s nowhere to hide now, baby.”
He lets go of your chin and begins to strip his clothing. He pulls his shirt over his head and then swiftly removes his pants and boxers. His cock is already rock solid, and you try to conceal your whimper at the sight. Suguru hears you anyway and laughs at your desperation.
You turn your face toward Satoru when you see him stripping out of the corner of your eye. Your eyes widen as he removes his clothes.
Fuck.
Although your boyfriend’s cock may be thicker, Satoru’s is definitely longer. You almost scoff when you see how good he looks. Of course his cock would be as pretty as the rest of him is. He catches you ogling him and shoots you a wink.
Before you realize what’s happening, your boyfriend lifts you up and puts you on your hands and knees to face him. He pumps his cock a few times as he looks down at your eager face and saliva soaked lips. He just laughs at your presses and teases your mouth with his thick cock.
“You gonna be a good girl for me?” he asks with a mocking pout. You hum as confirmation s you focus on his cock in front of you. Out of nowhere, you whine when he grabs your hair and tugs your face upward so your eyes meet his. “Remember your manners, baby. Look at me when I’m talking to you, yeah?”
You blink repeatedly and nod quickly. He scoffs at the action and speaks, “Words.”
You snap out of your daze and reply, “Yes, Suguru.”
He smiles at you and relaxes his firm grip on your hair. “Alright then, baby.” He exhales and caresses your face with his free hand. “Get to work.”
Wasting no time, you dive right in and take his cock in your mouth. His precum is sweet on your tongue and you suck thoroughly at the tip. He groans above you but clicks his tongue when you linger too long on the head. You take more of him in your mouth and begin to bob your head.
You find a good rhythm with your mouth and tongue, but your gasp is muffled by Suguru’s cock when you feel something press against the lips of your pussy. Behind you, you hear Satoru groan. “Fuck,” he mutters in awe. “You’re so fucking wet that you’re dripping.”
You blush at his comment but don’t have much time to think about it before Satoru rams his cock into you. You would have screamed if it weren’t for Suguru beginning to gently fuck your mouth.
Fuck, Satoru is huge.
You already knew that from seeing him, but he feels impossibly larger now that he’s buried in your cunt. He lets out a loud moan at the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his cock and stills for a moment to collect himself. He hisses at your tightness. “If I knew you were this tight, I wouldn’t have waited so long to fuck you.” he confesses as he picks up his pace. “Hell, I would have taken you before Suguru did.”
Sweat begins to form around his hairline as he picks up his pace of fucking your throat. “Ha,” your boyfriend scoffs at his best friend. “Fat fucking chance. This golden pussy has been mine since day one. Isn’t that right, baby?”
Even if your mouth weren’t filled to the brim, you wouldn’t have been able to answer from how good it feels with Satoru fucking you. You just whine at his question. Your answer doesn’t seem to satisfy your boyfriend because he pulls out of your mouth abruptly and pumps his cock in front of you instead. You whine at the sudden loss and lick your lips to collect any remaining precum, desperate for another taste.
“I asked you a question,” Suguru glared. “Don’t tell me you’re so cock drunk already that you can’t answer a simple question.”
You whimper at his statement and shake your head in an attempt to clear your mind and reply. When you finally open your mouth to respond, Suguru cuts you off by shoving his cock into your mouth once more. You choke at the sudden intrusion and try to maintain your breathing. You already feel lightheaded enough from the pleasure, but now the lack of oxygen is making your head even more fuzzy.
Satoru begins fucking you with a fast and aggressive pace, moaning loudly at how good you feel. His cock reaches parts of you you didn’t even know you had. You moan around Suguru’s cock, and the vibrations add to his pleasure. He lets out a groan and fucks your throat with more intensity than he ever has before, as if to claim you in front of Satoru.
“Ha. Trying to show off?” Although out of breath, Satoru scoffs at the sight. “Well, two can play that game.”
Satoru rams his cock into you with such power that it has you choking on Suguru’s cock even more and your eyes bulge at the sensation. You feel stuffed in a way you never have before. You thought the pleasure couldn’t get any better until Satoru reached between your thighs and began rubbing your clit in quick, circular motions.
If you weren’t choking on your boyfriend’s cock, you would have screamed so loud that the cops may have been notified. Your moans and whines are muffled by Suguru, but you’re loud regardless.
You look up at Suguru and make eye contact with the man. He laughs a bit, out of breath as well.
“G-good girl, baby.” he stutters and moans. “You’re doing so good for me.”
You blush at the praise. Even when you’re being fucked dumb by two men, your boyfriend always knows how you make you feel special.
Glancing downward, you see his stomach clenching and you know he’s close. You take a deep breath through your nose, and you push your mouth down to the base of his cock, gagging. He grabs the back of your head and holds you down for a few moments before letting you back up for air. As soon as you get a breath, he’s pushing you back down again. Tears are streaming down your cheeks at this point, partially because of your boyfriend’s large cock choking you but also because of Satoru’s unforgiving pace as he fucks you into the mattress.
When you think things couldn’t get any hotter, you turn your head slightly to see Suguru lean forward, grab Satoru by the hair, and pull him into a searing kiss. You whine loudly at the sight.
Guess they really did have feelings for each other.
Satoru whimpers and deepens the kiss. He brings one hand to Suguru’s hair to tug on the silky strands and pushes his tongue into his mouth. The kiss is messy and some of the spit from it drips onto your back. As Suguru pulls away from the blue-eyed boy, you feel Suguru’s pace stutter, he lets out a loud groan, and his hot cum fills your mouth. You choke again as the warm substance spills down your throat and overflows from your mouth. Suguru’s panting as he comes down from his high, but he grabs your chin before you can swallow his load.
“Nuh uh,” he chuckles, “Open the mouth wide for me, baby.”
You do as he says and widen your mouth, drops of his cum dripping down your chin. He leans down, spitting into your open mouth. Your eyes roll back at the action and you whine. Laughing breathlessly at your response, he closes your mouth gently and hums, “Swallow every last drop, baby.” he smiles again with a devilish look in his eyes. “You��ve earned it.”
Following his instructions, you swallow his cum and open your mouth to show him you followed his orders to which he smiles at. Before you could close your mouth, you let out a particularly loud cry as Satoru hits your sweet spot, and he has you seeing stars. You’re too out of it to realize that Suguru has collected with his fingertip the cum that leaked from your lips. He brings his cum-covered finger to Satoru’s lips and while Satoru’s mouth falls open with a moan, Suguru promptly shoves his finger into Satoru’s mouth.
The white-haired man widens his eyes in shock, but hums as he licks the salty substance off Suguru’s fingers. Satoru leans in close to you and whispers in your ear, “I’ve gotta say, your boyfriend tastes pretty good…” he pauses. “But he doesn’t taste as good as you.”
You gasp at his statement, and he leans in closer with his chest against your back. He’s so deep and so rough that it feels as if he’s fucking you like he’ll never get laid again. His desperation for you is dizzying. The idea that you have this man wrapped around your finger makes you impossibly more aroused. To think that the man who acted like he hated your guts was now whining and moaning shamelessly from being in your guts was a concept that made you weak.
He groans behind you and looks crazed. “Oh, now that I’ve had this pussy, I’m never letting you go.”
Your boyfriend rolls his eyes at Satoru’s comment as he watches the scene unfold in front of him. He’d let Satoru have his fun now, but you knew who you belonged to when all is said and done. And he also knew that Satoru was just as much a desperate whore for him as you are.
You whimper at Satoru's relentless pace, and Satoru manhandles you into a different position. You’re now lying on your back with your legs raised and pressed against your chest. You scream at the new angle, and his cock is repeatedly hitting your sweet spot with every rough thrust of his cock.
“Yeah, that’s it, princess,” he coos. “Take everything that I give ya.”
You can’t help but whimper at the praise. His fingers find your clit again and continue to stimulate the nub. A scream escapes you when he pinches your clit between his fingers. Although he’s panting, he manages to let out a dark chuckle at your reaction.
“You like pain?” Satoru asks with a smirk although he already knows the answer. He knows you're too cock drunk to respond as you’re muttering nonsense and stuttering over your words. He leans closer to whisper in your ear so that Suguru can’t hear. “Well, Daddy can give you all the pain you want.”
Even in your dumb and delirious state, your eyes widen as you process his words and you whine loudly. You didn’t even know you had a daddy kink until Satoru uttered those words. All you knew was that you felt like you were going to explode at the rate Satoru was fucking you and that you were going to die if you didn’t cum soon.
Laughing cockily at your reaction, Satoru brings his hand to your neck and squeezes tightly. His grip effectively cuts off most of your oxygen, and it has you seeing even more stars than you were a moment ago due to his fat cock.
He pulls his hand away for a moment, making you whimper at the loss and wish his hand was still wrapped around your throat. Instead, he leans down and leaves bite after bite and hickey after hickey all over your neck and chest, effectively covering you in red marks. His smile is almost manic as he examines his work. In that moment, you’re just a doll for him to fuck, just a canvas for him to paint on. And if he weren’t planning on filling your little pussy to the brim with cum, he’d have painted your body with his load instead alongside the marks he’d left. Just as quickly as it left, he brings his hand back to your throat and practically chokes you. His other hand continues the never ending abuse on your clit, the bundle of nerves desperate for relief.
Suguru raises an eyebrow at the scene, intrigued. He wasn’t ever that rough with you. But based on the look on your face, the tears in your eyes, and the drool from your lips, he knows that next time he fucks you, he’ll be sure to give it to you even rougher than Satoru. There’s no way he’s going to let his best friend brag about fucking you better. No one knows your pussy like your boyfriend does. He sits in a chair beside the bed and watches the two of you as his cock grows hard again.
Satoru swears he’s never had better pussy in his life. How did he ever cum before your tight cunt was sucking him in? One thing��s for certain: Satoru’s not about to say goodbye to your pretty face and soaking wet cunt- not now or ever. He swears at the sensation and whines when he feels you tighten even more around him, signaling how close your orgasm is.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you manage to moan, tears freely flowing down your face. Satoru’s eyes darken at the sight and leaned over to collect the knife once more, releasing your throat. He brought the knife down to your boobs and made small cuts near the nipples. You let out a cry at the pain mixed with pleasure. Satoru then leans down and wraps his mouth around your nipple, using his tongue to suck the blood. “Oh my god,” you sob.
This sends you over the edge and you scream at the feeling of Satoru’s cock impaling you coupled with the sensation of pain on your chest. You’re sobbing now as Satoru continues this brutal thrusts, desperately chasing his own orgasm. “Fuck!” He curses loudly before he shoots his cum deep inside your cunt, and you scream once again at the pleasure. “Take it all, princess. You don’t wanna disappoint Daddy, do ya?”
You shiver and whine at his words. Satoru takes multiple deep breaths before he nearly collapses on top of you, and you’re both breathing heavily like you’ve run a marathon. You whimper as you feel him paint your insides white, and you wince when Satoru pulls out. Even in his post-climax daze, he looks at your pussy in awe as he watches his cum spill from your swollen pussy. You’re shocked out of your fucked out state when you hear your boyfriend clapping slowly as he walks across the room toward you both.
“That was quite the show, Satoru.” Suguru whistles as he reaches the bed and stands beside you. You gulp as you look downward and see his solid length, as intimidating and hard as ever. Satoru looks up and meets Suguru’s gaze, a pussy drunk look on his face with blush to match.
Your boyfriend smirks before yanking you toward him and spanking your pussy, making you yelp and quiver. “But I think I should show you how it’s really done.”
A Halloween with plenty of tricks and treats.
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No Going Back | Joost Klein
this is *technically* a prequel to this fic (heartbeat) but should be read after!!!!! as the "lore" is explained in that fic.
description: joost klein x f! reader- after getting into a new relationship, you had decided it was high time to cut off your ex-with-benefits, joost, but an encounter at a mutual friend's birthday party leaves you wondering if it's going to be easier said than done.
content: 18+ explicit smut, MDNI, RPF dry humping, unprotected PiV/creampie, slight overstim(?), cheating, toxic relationships, angst, some fluff, hurt/comfort... probably like way too much comfort, smoking/alcohol, drug ment. but as a metaphor.
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word count: 10,728
fic soundtrack: Watercolor Eyes- Lana Del Rey, Blood on My Hands- The Sundays, Show Me the Real You- Moodring
"Now I find that I'm thigh deep, too young for the worst of my mind. You whisper behind me, "If I may make so bold". Call it young and wild, but I ran a mile in a minute... and there's no going back"
You should stop staring.
You're sure by now it's obvious, you're sure by now Joost can feel your eyes burning to him from where you sit directly across from him. The conversations around you are little distraction from your watchful gaze. Not even the feeling of your boyfriend, Michael's hand moving to rest on your thigh can pull you out of your trance.
Joost laughs at a joke Apson tells, one that you hadn't bothered to pay attention too. Instead your focus is fixated on the way Joost's face lights up at as his head tilts back slightly, amused by his friend's sense of humor. The dimples in his cheeks now prominent as his mouth opens, lips curling up into a wide grin. All the noise that surrounds you in the crowded restaurant is dampened by the sound of his laughter, a sweet music to your ears.
Joost's eyes meeting yours as his laughter subsides is finally enough to rip you from your stares. With a few quick blinks you're somewhat back to reality, tunnel vision disappearing. You pull your lips into a tight smile, unsure of if you should be embarrassed by your actions. Though embarrassment is hardly on your mind as Joost smiles back at you, which was more than you could hope for given the situation at hand.
It was probably naive of you to assume that getting into a new relationship would make things less complicated between you and Joost. But in your head, initially, it made perfect sense, a new relationship meant you could push your feelings into something different, perhaps finally get over what was supposed to be your ex-boyfriend.
But seeing Joost now, for the first time since you and Michael had started going out, you realize things aren't going to be so easy, that Joost, and the relationship that the two of you had wasn't something that you could just "get over". Especially not when instead of trying to move on after the breakup, the two of you would remain intimate. While intimacy now lacked the romance of your past relationship, your feelings lingered, unable to separate the Joost in front of you now from the Joost who was once your boyfriend.
A quick glance down at your lap leads you to finally notice Michael's hand on your thigh, the reminder that he in fact was the one here who was your boyfriend making your stomach sink. The uncomfortableness of the night was becoming too much to bare. Damn Julie for wanting to meet your new boyfriend on today of all days, and damn yourself for not being able to say no to your best friend on her birthday.
"So," You hear Julie start, looking toward you and Michael, "Michael, y/n tells me you're not from here, have you been in there Netherlands long?"
Michael furrows his eyebrows, you guess he's attempting to count the months since he left the states,
"Almost 8 months." He replies, his voice is flat, uninterested.
"That's nice," Julie smiles, "Do you plan on staying here for awhile?"
"Depends," He shrugs, his hand falling from your lap, a small wave of relief rushing over you. "I go wherever the money takes me. And right not the money is here."
"Well I guess that's not bad advice to live your life by," Julie nods, but she seems unsure of herself, Michael had that affect on people, making people question whether or not you were saying the right thing. You knew that well.
"It's the only advice to live your life by."
"Nah, nah, man," Joost shakes his head, "There's more to life than money. Where's the passion?"
You bite the inside of your cheeks, eyes flicking toward Michael. Michael chuckles, though, just like in everything else, there's a clear condescension in the way he laughs, making it more-so of a scoff.
"Don't be ridiculous," His dry, faux laughter continues, perhaps a little too long, "You're young, you'll find out soon enough. You don't really think you're going to be doing the music thing forever, do you? "
"Michael!" You place a firm hand down on the table, the silverware clattering slightly from the vibration of your hand.
"No, it's okay," Joost laughs uncomfortably. "Appreciate the honesty, Michael." An apparent bitterness in his voice, "But can't say I'll take your advice."
"Eh," Michael shrugs, "You say that now-"
"Alright!" Apson exclaims from beside Joost, clapping his hands together once, commanding the table's attention, "How about dessert?"
The tension is briefly lifted from the table as everyone looks at each other, nodding contently in agreement that it was, indeed, time for dessert.
You're nursing your second espresso martini while the table finishes up their dessert, combined with the glass-and-a-half of wine you had with dinner, you're certainly feeling, less tense.
You listen less than intently as Julie talks about a recent promotion that she got at work. Not that you're not proud enough of your friend to care, but you're not fully there. You inch your leg forward slightly, nudging your ankle against Joost's leg. You pretend not to notice as his gaze flicks towards you, instead you train your eyes on the plate on the table in front of you, moving around what remains of the food with your fork.
Julie is still explaining her new position as you bring your leg up higher, the top of your foot sliding up the fabric of Joost's pants until you reach his knee.
He's staring at you now, just as you had been staring at him before, you can feel it. Still attempting to keep an air of nonchalant you turn to try to focus on Julie's speech. At the same time you move forward slightly in your seat, extending your leg fully under the table, you press the ball of your foot to the inside of Joost's thigh.
You notice in your peripheral how his posture straightens as he sucks in a breath. You smile slightly, a light puff of air leaving your nostrils at his stifled reaction to your teasing.
Truthfully you weren't quite sure what you were doing, you full well had made plans to stay the night with Michael tonight. After all, your apartment was much farther away than his from the restaurant Julie had chosen for her birthday dinner, it was just much easier to stay with Michael and catch a train back home tomorrow during the daytime rather than traveling by yourself at night.
Despite your other plans, you press the point of your shoe a little higher up on Joost's thigh now, continuing to tease him. You have no real end goal in mind, and you really should be consumed with guilt at even thinking of touching a man other than Michael like this, but the alcohol has mellowed your inhibitions, and there's a certain thrill in doing something that you know you shouldn't be.
You feel Joost's hand against your leg, his fingers wrapping around your ankle, thumb gently caressing your skin. You fight back a smirk, after over a month of not seeing Joost you were ready to melt under his simple touch. His fingers tighten, then loosen around you again, and he continuously repeats the pattern, gently massaging you.
You're dangerously close to poking Joost's crotch with the tip of your shoe when Michael throws an arm around you, unexpectedly. You're startled, kicking forward slightly, forcing Joost's hand from your ankle. Joost presses a fist to his mouth, clearing his throat before pushing his seat back, causing your heel to fall to the ground.
"I need a cigarette," He mumbles as he stands up from the table, quickly hurrying away.
His abrupt exit halts the conversation, the table going silent with confusion.
"Um," You start, "I-uh- think I'm gonna have a smoke too." You nod quickly, untangling yourself from Michael's grasp, standing up, shuffling awkwardly from the table.
You quickly find your way outside, the air is brisk, a chill breeze blowing past you immediately making you realize you should have brought a jacket. Joost isn't too far out the door, an unlit cigarette pressed to his lips
"Can I get a cigarette?" Your heels clack loudly against the concrete as you step out onto the sidewalk.
Joost quickly whips his head toward you, ripping the cigarette from his mouth. Joost shakes his head, almost like he's in disbelief,
"What are you doing?" He's genuinely confused, a hint of interrogation in his voice.
You're taken aback by the force at which he asks, a tone he hadn't taken with you in awhile.
"Asking... for a cigarette?" It comes out more like a question, your eyebrows furrowed, words slow in equal confusion.
"No," He shakes his head again, "I mean in there- what was that about?" He raises a hand, vaguely gesturing towards the restaurant, "You have a boyfriend, remember?"
You do remember, unfortunately.
"So, I can't have a cigarette?" You ask slowly, your acute intoxication slipping its way into your words.
"Whatever," He scoffs, holding out his hand to give you the cigarette he was just about to smoke.
"Why are you being so weird?" You giggle, taking the cigarette from him, "Oh," You smile, "Can I get a light?"
"Jesus christ," His annoyance with the way you're playing dumb is apparent, and you know you won't be able to keep up the act forever. You bite the inside of your cheeks as he reaches his hands into his pockets, fumbling around for a lighter. It was naive of you to pretend like Joost wouldn't want to address the obvious elephant in the room.
You place the cigarette between your lips as Joost pulls out the lighter, his hand stretched out to pass it to you. You say nothing, only stick out your jaw slightly, the cigarette flicking upward. You want him to light it for you.
"You're evil," He clenches his jaw, his jaw line sharpening, cheeks hollowing, making the angular bones in his face more apparent. Still, Joost steps forward sightly, flicking the lighter against his thumb. A small orange flame erupts, and Joost lightly passes it to the end of your cigarette, holding the lighter there just long enough for it to light.
You inhale as Joost pulls the lighter back, you bring your hand to your lips, barely holding the cigarette between two fingers. The smoke fills your lungs, invading your senses as the warmth pricks at your throat.
You exhale, "That's not very nice." You frown.
"C'mon," Joost's expression suddenly changes, tilting his head to the side, he seems defeated, "Seriously, what are you doing?"
"I-" You think for a moment, "I don't know." You're equally as defeated now, the threat of having to cut things off with Joost is imminent. And it's what you should be doing, you should be giving Michael your undivided attention, its high time you should be leaving Joost in your past, where you know he belongs.
Your lips tremble as you push the cigarette back to them, the alcohol that once stripped you of your inhibitions suddenly making them so much worse.
"I don't understand you," Joost mutters, "You break up with me, you break my heart, decide you still want to fuck me for a year, then you run off, get a boyfriend, don't talk to me for over a month, and now all a sudden you're touching all over me under the dinner table like I'm the one you're going home with tonight, like you didn't break up with me a year ago."
It does sound bad when he puts it that way, your heart plummeting to your stomach under the heavy weight of guilt. You really fucked up this time.
"Joost-" You're cut off as the cigarette accidentally falls from your shaking hands. Shit. You force your gaze down to the pavement, unable to look at Joost as you crush the barely smoked cigarette under your shoe. "It's not that simple," Your voice is soft, barely returning the same confrontational tone he had given you.
Of course it isn't that simple. Why had he been acting like it was? As if you had broken up with him as a result of love lost between the two of you? As if you had just broken his heart for the fun of it? He of all people should know how hard it was for you to break up with him, what should have been a simple process turning into an hours long affair of you crying in each others arms, lamenting in how much you still loved him, and him desperately apologizing for not having given you everything you deserved.
"And you should know damn well how hard I tried to save our relationship, why else do you think I keep coming back?"
"Obviously you didn't try hard enough, or you wouldn't be here with another guy."
A strained laugh escapes your throat, amused by how absurd Joost is being now,
"No, Joost, you're the one who didn't try." You cross your arms across your chest, realizing just how cold the night air was, goosebumps littering your arms, "That's why we broke up in the first place, remember?" A year later and you still cannot escape the emotions of that night. You can't help but wonder if you'll ever be free from this feeling, or if you even want to be.
Emotions run high, and you can feel the tears brewing behind your eyes, threatening to spill with any sudden movement you make.
You blink once and a singular tear slips from your lash line, slowly caressing the curve of your cheek. Joost's expression suddenly changes, eyes widening, lips parting like he's about to speak.
"Hey, pumpkin," You hear a familiar voice call from behind you, the pet name makes your stomach churn, overwhelming you with such disgust you temporarily forget Joost in front of you. A hand against your back accompanies the voice, finally making you turn to face it.
With a sniffle and a few blinks you push back the emotions, a smile pulling at your lips with a chipper voice to match,
"Michael," You beam, "What's up?"
"I am so sorry honey, but I just remembered I have an early meeting tomorrow," His voice is barely apologetic, and you don't quite understand what he's getting at.
"Oh-uh-okay?" You furrow your eyebrows, unsure of why he's apologizing for having a meeting.
"So I'm going to head out now, I already left some money for the bill, I'll talk to you in the morning, okay?"
"But I thought I was going to come to your-" Michael doesn't let you finish your sentence,
"I know, pumpkin, I'm sorry, I just think it's best you don't stay over tonight." He nods.
"Oh, but it's dark I don't want to-" You're cut off again,
"Don't be ridiculous sweetheart, you'll be okay, see you soon, mkay?" He smiles.
You're hesitant to even speak again, knowing if you say too much he'll probably cut you off again. "Sure," You pull your lips into a tight smile, nodding in an attempt to hide your disappointment. There go your plans for the night. "Right, see you later." You try your best to bare a grin.
"Okay, bye pumpkin," He leans in for a quick kiss on the cheek before hurrying off, on his walk away he throws up a hand towards Joost, "Nice to meet you, buddy."
"Yeah, you too." Joost speaks slowly, though you're sure Michael doesn't even hear with the speed at which he walks away. You flick your eyes to Joost for a brief moment before immediately looking away, opting to no longer brave the cold and head straight for the restaurant bathroom.
You rush past the table your friends still sit at in the dimly lit restaurant, making your way to the back of the building. You fling over the bathroom door, a small relief washing over you when you realize it's only a singular stall before you lock the door behind you.
You place your hand above your eyes, pressing tightly as the tears begin to flow, all of your stupid decisions slapping you in the face at once. Unfortunately, your actions have consequences; and here you were, in a restaurant bathroom forced to bear the brunt of all of them now.
You had broken up with Joost to begin with, in part, to stop the arguing between you two. But it seemed like you could never help yourself, desperate to get Joost to see your side of things, a subconscious urge to finally get him to change, to get him to be the perfect boyfriend you had always dreamed him to be. You can only push so much, tonight being a sign that you were reaching the point where you can't push much more without things breaking.
You lift your hands from your eyes, and lean forward against the bathroom counter. Your hands press into the edge of the marble that surrounds the sink as you stretch your body towards the mirror, inspecting your face.
You're stained with the distinct mark of sadness, eyes now red, your face slightly puffy. You huff, allowing yourself, for just a moment to be grateful you had put on waterproof eyeliner tonight, saving yourself from a potentially greater mess on your face.
You watch yourself in the mirror intently, the glass reflecting back to you how truly pathetic you feel now. But you'll have enough time to feel pathetic once you get home, now, tonight, was about Julie, and it would be selfish of you to spend the rest of the night hiding out, smothering yourself in your own despair instead of celebrating your best friend.
You blink away the remaining tears in your eyes and gently press your fingers to your cheeks to rid the droplets from your skin. The fact you had been crying was apparent, but the restaurant was dark, and you hoped that the low mood lighting would be enough to hide that fact.
With a few deep breaths you're ready to unlock the bathroom door. The metal handle is cool under your shaky touch, you turn it, pulling back the door.
You jump back slightly when you realize there's someone standing behind it, the figure startling you, making your whole body jolt.
"Oh," You inhale sharply, recognizing the person behind the door as Joost, "Sorry, were you waiting for the bathroom? I'm gonna head back-" You speak quickly, head down anxious to get out of his way.
"Nee, I-" He grabs your arm lightly, not allowing you to leave the small corridor the bathroom was located in. He's about to say something else- but you look up at him, and his tone changes, "Oh," He sighs, not releasing his grip on your arm, in fact, only using it to bring you closer to him, "Tell me you weren't crying in there."
You assume he finally got to have that cigarette he wanted after he had given the first one to you, the familiar lingering scent of smoke and his cologne overwhelming your senses as he pulls you closer. The smell, a reminder of his proximity, should upset you, knowing you probably won't be able to enjoy it much longer, but your instincts kick in, and it's nothing but comfort.
"Joost," You start, placing your hand over where his grips your arm, ready to peel it off of you, "I'm okay, I really should be getting back to Julie."
"No, really," He tilts his head, "Tell me." You loosen your hand from where it rests on his, suddenly no longer so willing to part with his touch.
"I'm okay." Your voice a whisper now.
Joost stares down at you, and even now, you can't help but stare back at him. His pretty blue eyes are deep with emotion.
"I'm always doing that, hm?" There's a certain disappointment in his voice, as he moves closer to you, pressing his free hand to your cheek, "Making you cry?"
He's not entirely wrong, but you'd hate to admit it, much less admitting it to his face.
"I know you don't mean to," Your voice is soft, apologetic, like you're sorry for even crying in the first place, "Don't worry about it."
"I worry about everything," He chuckles, a poor attempt at lightening the mood, but it earns a small smile from you, and that's really all he can hope for. "But I was um- thinking I'll take you home? Just, you know, take the train with you, and shit."
"Oh-uh-"
"You can say no." He's quick to speak, "But I heard what Michael said, and I don't really like thinking of you going home by yourself so late."
It's thoughtful, even if he did just almost tear your heart out. You think for a moment, though it's not really necessary to, you already have an answer.
"That would be nice," You nod, "I'd like that."
Joost swipes his thumb against your cheek while he nods back to you, his opposite hand moving from its spot on your arm to snake around your back. His touch only solidifies the cycle you had found yourself tangled in for far too long, you upsetting one another to a point you shouldn't be able to return from, only to fall back in each others arms.
You know you should ask Joost to let go, to just accept his offer to take you home and leave it at that, and not let things go any further. But you'd be a liar to say you didn't love the way it felt when he touched you, the way even after all this time the feeling of his skin against yours still gives you butterflies in your stomach.
The two of you stare at each other silently until you let out a small giggle, realizing how weird it was for you to be sharing such a moment right outside the bathroom.
"I think we should probably head back to the table."
By the time you leave dinner you had regained that slight alcoholic buzz that the emotions of before had taken from you, a smile pressed on your lips as you waved your final goodbyes to your friends.
You turn towards the direction you should be heading, "ugh" You groan, realizing the journey ahead of you, it'll be at least another 45 minutes until you get home.
Another brisk wind blows past you, the prospective 45 minutes ahead of you suddenly feeling so much longer once you realize you'll be shivering for most of it.
"Cold?" Joost chuckles, watching you fold your arms across your torso, attempting to provide yourself with some heat.
"A little," You mumble.
"Mmm, I'm sorry," Joost hums, "Here," He begins sliding the black Ed Hardy zip-up he had been wearing off of his shoulders, revealing he had been wearing nothing but a T-shirt under the hoodie.
You hadn't asked for the sweatshirt, though you still feel a little bad taking it from him when he stretches an arm toward you, handing off the bunched up fabric.
"Are you sure?" You ask, glancing between the hoodie in his hands, and him.
"Yeah, you need it more, at least I'm wearing pants." He smiles, seeming happy enough to let you wear his sweatshirt. He had a fair point anyway, with you having chosen to forego any tights under your skirt tonight.
You slip your arms through the thick fabric, its soft inside immediately enveloping you in at least a little warmth. Joost's own body heat still lingers slightly in the material, a feeling you attempt to savor even as it quickly dissipates.
You're grateful for the slight warmth Joost's sweatshirt provides you, but it's still not enough, still shivering by the time you're on the train back home.
"Still cold?" Joost asks, though it's apparent the way you're folded in on yourself, trying to provide yourself with some heat.
You just hum in response, jaw too tight to talk.
"Oh," Joost coos, "Poor baby," He laughs, "Come here." He throws an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest. Him calling you "baby" catches you off guard, though you're sure it's more mocking than it is meant to be romantic. Still, you don't dare to say anything about it.
"You're warm," You sigh as you rest your head on Joost's shoulder, face buried in his neck. His body gives off a good amount of heat, feeling more comfortable as his arms wrap around you.
You shouldn't enjoy this as much as you do, and no matter how cold you are you really shouldn't be doing this at all, not as long as Michael was in the picture. But the gentle smell of Joost's cologne is intoxicating, its familiar comfort enough to enjoy the moment without a care in the world.
You close your eyes and snuggle closer into Joost, wrapping your arms around his torso, allowing yourself to relax entirely in his embrace. You can feel his pulse gently thumping from your position against his neck, and truthfully you'd love nothing more than to press soft kisses to the pumping vein and stain his skin with your lipstick. You hate the way your mind betrays your morality, allowing yourself to get lost in these fantasies that you know are no good for you.
"Don't fall asleep on me here," Joost chuckles, lightly caressing your back.
"No promises," You mumble, feeling the vibrations of your speech against his neck.
Luckily for Joost, you hadn't fallen asleep, not leaving him with the burden of waking you up once you had arrived at your stop and dragging you home half asleep.
Instead, by the time you're unlocking your apartment door, you're wide awake, too overwhelmed with emotions to be anywhere near tired. As you turn the doorknob to enter your apartment you look back toward Joost who's standing behind you, looking a little unsure of himself.
"Do you want to come in?" You smile, "You can stay the night, it's kind of late." As soon as the offer leaves your tongue you know there's no going back now.
"You don't mind?" He asks.
"Of course not." The entrance to your apartment now stands as a door to probable bad decisions, ready to be opened. You push open the door, revealing your darkened living room.
Your hit with a wave of nerves as you step over the threshold and into the apartment, anxious for what the night has in store for you. The door lingers open for a few moments longer as Joost enters behind you.
You flick on some lights, illuminating the space around you in a pale yellow glow.
"I think I'm going to get ready for bed," You say lowly, still not tired, but you're unsure of what else to do, "Um," You start to speak again, "I won't make you sleep on the couch, I don't mind sharing the bed." You turn to Joost, shrugging. You secretly hope Joost doesn't decide to take the couch anyway.
"Cool," He grins, eyes scanning the apartment awkwardly.
"Good," Your voice just above a whisper, "Uh, you can make yourself comfortable then, I'll be back." You nod before heading to the bathroom, ready to get your makeup off of your face.
You unzip Joost's hoodie, hooking it on the back of the bathroom door, not wanting to get it wet while washing your face. You head toward the sink, turning the faucet, staring at yourself in the mirror while you wait for the water to warm up.
You sigh, using this alone time to think long and hard about how you want this night to end. Off the top of your head, you know how you want the night to end, the man you were once certain was the love of your life was most definitely making himself comfortable in your bed, it seemed like a no brainer of how you want this night to end.
But it's not so easy to throw away your morality completely, though maybe you've already made your bed by asking Joost to stay the night. Michael would be mad regardless, perhaps there's no point of turning back now. You clench your jaw, deciding you're willing to go however far Joost is.
Another fifteen minutes in the bathroom and you're stepping out feeling a little better, nerves quelled by your extensive nightly self-care routine. You breathe in as you open the bathroom door, your mouth tingling from your minty toothpaste as you take the air in. You exhale as you exit the bathroom, walking towards your bedroom.
The door is open, the room dimly lit by the glow of your TV, and the light that shines in from your balcony window.
Joost lays comfortably in your bed, his lower body resting beneath your thick comforter, it's like he belongs there, resting so casually as if it was his bed too.
"You can turn on a light you know," You smile, your voice pulling him away from whatever he had been watching on TV.
"Oh," He sits up from his position against the pillows, "I wasn't sure if you wanted it on." He rolls over slightly, stretching an arm out to turn on the lamp that sits on your bedside table.
With a faint click your room is cast in a soft orange hue. You take a look around the now illuminated space, realizing you had forgotten to straighten up before you left for the night, some clothes scattered around the floor from your frantic search for the "perfect" outfit.
"Sorry about the mess," An unnecessary shyness in your voice, as Joost had certainly seen your room in worse states.
"I didn't even notice," He chuckles, "Guess I added to it," His head cocking towards your dresser, the pants he had been wearing messily folded with the belt still in the loops sitting on top of it.
You don't respond, instead bending down to unbuckle the ankle strap on your shoes before sliding them off. There's a relief as your feet hit the floor, no longer stuck in the forced uncomfortable position from your high heels. You place your shoes off to the side and close your bedroom door behind you as you step further in.
You walk towards you dresser, thumbing through a mountain of clothes to find something to sleep in, pulling out a T-shirt that had no doubt belonged to Joost some time ago.
"You know, your boyfriend's kind of a dick." Joost speaks unprompted.
"What?" You laugh, shutting one of the drawers to the dresser before spinning around to face Joost.
"Sorry," He furrows his eyebrows, "That was uncalled for. I was- just thinking about tonight, what he said, about the music stuff- and leaving you at the restaurant."
"Oh," You frown, he's not wrong, but you should probably defend your boyfriend, "Michael is just-" Nothing comes to mind, you cannot muster any sort of actual defense, "Yeah, I guess he can be sort of a dick." Your tone becomes dejected, an unfortunate realization that maybe, once again, you had't picked the right man.
"Wow," Joost seems amused, "Never seen you so quick to admit I'm right."
"Shut up," You roll your eyes, playfully scolding him, "Anyways, it's his loss really that he didn't take me home tonight." You pause, taking the intrigue on Joost's face, the way his eyes widen and his eyebrows raise, eager to listen to your complaints, as he for once, was finally not the subject of them. "Bought some cute new lingerie, which I wore tonight, and now he doesn't get to see it." A careful smirk pulling at your lips, "What a waste."
Joost shakes his head, "Poor guy." despite his words it's clear he doesn't feel sorry for him, though, why would he, "But I mean-" He hesitates for a moment, "It doesn't have to be a waste."
"No?" You can feel your face grow hot, "What are you suggesting? That I go through the effort of posing for some pictures for him so he doesn't have to miss out?" You know he's not, but you need the confirmation.
Joost squints his eyes, shaking his head,
"I was actually, thinking of a different audience entirely."
"And that audience being..."
"Me."
"You?" The pair of you speak simultaneously
"Hmm," You pretend to think, as if this wasn't what you were hoping he'd say, "I'm sure you'll appreciate it more than he would anyway."
Joost nods fervently, as your hands fly to the hem of your shirt, quickly lifting the fabric over your head exposing the promised cute new bra. It was simple, black, lace, with a bow between the two cups, but you found it cute regardless, plus, it made your boobs look amazing.
A small smile on your face as you flick your eyes to Joost, who's now sitting up a little higher on the pillows, clearly amused, waiting on edge to see the matching panties. You continue to stare him down as you very slowly pull down the zipper on the back of your skirt.
"Need any help with that?" Joost raises an eyebrow, the question is purely rhetorical but you know he'd love nothing more right now than to get his hands on you.
"No, I think I got it." The zipper reaches as far down as it can go, the skirt loosening at your waist. You do the extra work to pull it over your thighs before letting it slip down past your knees to your ankles, kicking it off to the side.
The panties are just as simple as the bra, a plain black thong with a lacy trim, with a bow in the middle of the waist band to match.
Joost squints, "Oh, you know my eyesight is bad, come closer."
A slight giggle leaves your mouth as you scurry over to the bed in excited anticipation. You stand over where Joost lies now, biting down on your tongue so hard you're sure you'll draw blood. Joost's eager eyes swallow you whole, taking in every inch of your newly exposed body.
Joost sits up all the way, the comforter that once covered him slipping down his chest and into his lap. He swings his legs over so they hang off the bed before reaching out a hand, gently placing it on your hip,
"Oh, schatje," He mumbles, his thumb moving back and forth, gently caressing your skin. Every time Joost touched you like this it felt like the first, your muscles tensing under him. He slides his hand up your torso so it rests on your waist, groping your lightly. "Je bent zo mooi," (you look so beautiful) His eyes find yours, making sharp, and direct eye contact with each other as a smirk forms upon his lips, "I'll almost feel bad taking all this off of you."
"Taking it off me?" You gasp, pretending to be offended by his insinuation.
"No?" He asks, raising an eyebrow like it's a challenge.
"Yeah- I mean, It's kind of unfair, y'know, talking about getting me undressed when you're still pretty clothed."
"What?" He teases, "You want me naked, schatje?"
"Mmm," You purse your lips, "I didn't say that, just if I'm gonna stand here in nothing but my underwear, maybe you should have to take something off too."
"You don't drive much of a hard bargain." Joost smiles, his hands already eager to tear off his shirt, "But that's probably because I'd do anything for you."
"Anything?" You bite your lip, deep down you wish it was as true as he says it is now, just about anything seems like a more apt estimation. He'd do anything but be emotionally present when you need it, anything but listen to you when you say there's a problem in your relationship, anything but engage in healthy communication.
But now's not the time to worry about that, to worry about the past, or the future, not when Joost is undressing in front of you, pulling his black T-shirt over his head, messing up his already unruly blond hair.
The second his flesh is exposed you're already aching to put your hands all over him, yearning for the feeling of his soft skin below your hands.
"Better," The ends of your mouth pull upward in content,
"Don't think so," Joost pouts before looking down at himself, "I don't think we're even, I think... my chest is pretty exposed and you're still very... covered." He looks back at you, waving his hand in a circle as he gestures towards your bra.
"You're ridiculous," You let out a small laugh at the way Joost plays your game.
"No, just being fair," He grabs your hand, pulling you closer so you stand between his legs, "Like you say." He leans forward, placing a kiss just below your belly button, his hands moving to settle on the backs of your thighs, keeping you close to him.
"Right," You smile, "Fair." Your hands crawling up your sides, reading towards your back, quickly fumbling around with the clasp of your bra before unhooking it.
Joost looks up from where he's pressed against your stomach, watching with intent as you slide the straps down your arms, and eventually discarding the bra all together.
You're not as ashamed as you should be, standing in front of Joost like this, in fact, you rather like the way he drinks you in, wordlessly admiring you, devouring your frame with hungry eyes.
"C'mon," Joost pulls away from you, his hands leaving your thighs, "Lay down with me?"
You nod, stepping back from where you stand between his legs so he can crawl back into your bed, shifting to the middle of the mattress. You follow shortly after, crawling on top of the blankets, before making your way to Joost.
Immediately you're straddling him, your knees on either side of him as you sit on his thighs. You try to keep your eyes trained on his face, and pretend not to notice the rest of him, or the way he's beginning to strain against the tight confines of his underwear. But you'd be lying if you said you weren't feeling similarly to him now, a familiar pulsing in your inner thighs, thumping heavily, muscles tight.
"Here," Joost motions with both hands for you to come closer, to rest your bare chest against his. It's an offer you'd be stupid not to accept, leaning forward, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. As you lean down, Joost's lips meet yours, enveloping you in a kiss so soft if it hadn't been coming from your ex, it would be romantic.
Or perhaps that fact had made it more romantic. Regardless you were lost in the way his lips worked slowly against yours, the two of you in perfect rhythm. You straighten your legs so you're laying completely on top of him. Joost's hands move to your waist, helping to position your hips. Your mouth opens slightly, gasping against Joost's lips once you finally feel him put you in the perfect position, the growing bulge in his underwear now right under your crotch.
"Right there," He mumbles before his mouth melts back into yours. You push your hips forward finding some friction between yours and Joost's bodies. You're pathetic, pathetic for him, but it's hard to care, not when he slips his tongue past your lips, hungrily exploring your mouth. Not when he holds your hips so tight his fingertips are sure to bruise your flesh, pulling you down towards him, letting you feel the full extent to how badly he needed you.
You roll your hips forward, your clit grinding against, what you assume is the tip of his now hardened cock. Joost groans into the kiss, clearly enjoying the sensation. By now the two of you would usually be scrambling to get each other naked, but the extra clothing, and the lack of penetration almost makes things more intimate. Joost turns his head for a moment to pull back from the kiss,
"Tell me if we start to take things too far." His voice is strained, and the slow caress of his thumb against your lower back ensuring how genuine each word he spoke was, "Promise?"
"Promise," You whisper.
Truthfully you were long past the point of "taking things too far", having already crossed a line when you decided to tease him under the table at the restaurant. This, now, was borderline unacceptable, fuck that, it was unacceptable- but neither of you seem to mind, Joost almost eager to be a "home wrecker", and you denying that you and Michael even had a home to wreck.
Despite how immoral this may be, you need more of Joost, the death grip he has on your hips has you moving far too slow for your complete and utter desperation.
"Faster," You sigh against Joost's lips, hoping he'll listen rather than using your request to tease you. Joost's hands move just below your ass, his blunt fingernails ripping into the backs of your thighs, spreading them further apart. With his new position you're able move more on your own, able to stimulate yourself more. Pushing your knees into the soft mattress, you begin to rut your hips faster, increasing the friction between you.
As hard as you try to keep a consistent pace, the burning desire in your core and the slick of your arousal make it almost impossible, unable to keep up with your own need.
"You like it like this?" Joost asks, almost breathless, a cockiness in his voice that tells you he already knows the answer.
"Mmhm," You hum lazily, letting your head drop from where you had been holding it up above Joost's, down to his shoulder. You're impossibly drunk off the way you feel, the way with each roll of your hips your clit grinds so perfectly against the length of Joost's cock. It's mind numbing how perfect you fit together, even stifled through your remaining clothes, you're filled with such pleasure.
You dig your fingers into the sides of Joost's arms, fingernails sure to leave little crescent moon shaped markings in his skin. You wish you could pull him closer, still feeling like there is a distance that needs to be closed between the two of you despite your position on top of him.
You clench your jaw, muscles tight at the way your body strains for him. Joost lets one hand climb up your thigh, palm now resting on the curve of you ass, before his fingernails return to your flesh, groping harshly, forcing you to grind harder against his cock. It's apparent that being away from each other for as short as a month was far too long.
You want to hold out for as long as possible, not wanting this feeling to fade, for it to be over in as quick as a few seconds as your orgasm rains over you- but its not so easy as the tightness builds between your thighs, and your movements become even sloppier than they were before.
You're a complete mess the way you whimper into the side of Joost's neck, only egged on by his obvious pulse thumping against your swollen lips.
Joost's own groans don't help holding you off from your impending climax, knowing how good this feels for him too, and that he's just as desperate for you as you are from him is just all too much for your brain to handle.
You know you're close when your legs start to tremble, and its not so easy to push yourself back and forth anymore,
"Tired already?" Joost teases, "Need me to help you?" He wraps two strong arms around your lower back, taking it upon himself to replicate your movements. Joost also thrusts his hips forward in time with you, only making your stimulation more intense.
"So good," The full breadth of you vocabulary seems to disappear, only able to slur together a few measly words to let Joost know how you were feeling, "Feels so good."
"I know it does," He sighs, "You close, schatje? Your legs are shaking."
"Very close," You screw your eyes tight, the hot simmering in your core about to turn over and reach its boiling point. Each and every one of your muscles are incredibly tight, bracing for your impending orgasm.
Joost holds you tighter upon hearing how close you were, determined to work you through your orgasm.
"Whenever you're ready," He encourages.
You could almost break a tooth with how tight your jaw is clenched, nothing but strained whines clawing their way out of your throat as you approach your climax.
The idea of cumming in your panties is a little embarrassing, but in the way that instead of making you want to crawl inside of your self in shame, it makes you only that much closer to finishing. Especially when combined with the filthiness of the fact you'll be ruining those panties over a different man than the one you bought them for. Joost had a habit of brining out the worst in you in the best ways, and now was no different.
"Joost," Your jaw finally unclenches in order for you to get one final word desperate out before your orgasm strikes you. A hot pang of electricity cracks throughout your entire body.
Joost's grip on you does not let up as you ride out your high, his voice nothing but a dull mumble of praises, "Ja, dat is het" (yeah that's it)
You continue to thrust against Joost until you're throbbing with overstimulation, gasping for air against Joost's neck.
"Is that all you got for me?" Joost asks, his words are lighthearted, not minding if you're too tired to continue for the night.
But you're not ready for the night to end, not so abruptly, just like that.
"Just," You inhale, your chest rising against Joost's, "Catching my breath." Exhale.
"Yeah," Joost laughs, high, and light- almost a giggle, "You were working pretty hard."
"Hmm," You hum, "You helped, a little." Acknowledging your orgasm was mainly due to your own work.
"I don't think that's enough," Joost pauses to place a kiss to the crown of your head, "Why don't you lay on your back so I can give you some real effort."
You peel yourself off of Joost's chest, bodies lightly sticky with sweat. You roll over, lightly thumping onto the mattress, landing on your back. Joost wastes no time in getting on top of you, perched on his hands and knees above you. A sight you had gotten used to by now, but it had never gotten less thrilling.
His unruly blonde locks spill over his forehead, some strands sticking against his skin with perspiration. His pupils are blown wide, looking like he's been rolling on molly, but his drug of choice tonight is you, your mere presence getting him higher than the finest pills or powder money could buy.
A lazy smirk draws across his swollen pink lips, a chuckle falling from them as they part,
"Don't laugh if I don't last too long," He jokes, bending his arms to lean forward and kiss your forehead, "You got me a little worked up."
"A little?"
"Very," He sighs in feigned defeat, "You drive me fucking crazy."
"Yeah, both in and out of the bedroom I'm sure." You grin, allowing yourself for just a moment to laugh at the ridiculousness of the antics you often pulled with Joost.
"Mhm," He nods, "But I probably deserve it."
"At least you're self aware, acceptance is the first step to recovery."
"Shut up," He laughs
"Make me," So cliche, You giggle.
It's a challenge Joost takes seriously, immediately catching your lips in another passionate kiss, rendering you unable to speak. You lift your arms, wrapping them around Joost's neck, pulling him down closer to you as you return his kiss.
He pulls away for a split instant, your arms falling to your side with a gentle thud.
"You're sure you want this?" His words are cautious, "We don't have to-"
"I wanna," You cut him off, "I want you." Emphasizing how badly it's him you want.
"In that case," He lifts himself from you, propped up on his knees as his hands reach for the waistband of his underwear. His fingers hook into the elastic, stretching it out slightly before pulling them down his thighs. You watch in anticipation as his cock springs free from the confines of the fabric. You shift your gaze between Joost's face and his dick, the tip a throbbing shade of red, leaky with pre-cum.
You curl your pointer finger towards you, beckoning for Joost to come closer as you prop yourself up on the pillows.
"How about we get these out of the way," Joost suggests, his hands finding their way into the elastic waistband of your panties. You nod, urging him to take them off, which he wastes no time doing.
As your panties come off you bend your legs, putting yourself on complete display for Joost. He grips the base of his cock in his palm, stroking up and down its shaft a few times, stopping at the tip momentarily to spread the clear pearl of precum that leaks from his slit around the head.
"Am I just supposed to stare while you jerk yourself off, or are you going to fuck me?" You tease.
"Patience is a virtue, schatje." He chastises, shaking his head back and forth.
"Fuck patience, I need you inside me." You whine, feeling your arousal growing once again at the anticipation of what's to come next.
"Fuck patience is right," He sighs, realizing what's in front of him.
Joost leans forward slowly to hover over you once more, his face close enough to you that the heat of his heavy breath is almost suffocating. You bite your lip, spreading your legs just a bit more, ready for him.
Joost's eyes trail down from your eyes to between your legs, ready to line himself up with your entrance, admiring every part of you along the way.
With the base of his cock held firmly in his hands, Joost sloppily pushes the tip through your soaked folds, collecting your arousal. You whine slightly, your whole body jerking as he passes your clit, still puffy and overstimulated from before.
Finally he lines himself up with your entrance, eyes flicking up towards you in search of a final nod of assurance, which you gladly give to him.
He pushes into you slowly, almost too slow, allowing you to feel all of him, every vein and curve as he enters you. You hold your breath as you wait for him to enter you completely, the way you stretch around him familiar yet incredibly overstimulating in your current state.
"You okay?" He exhales
"Y-yeah, keep going, please." You assure, nodding quickly.
Joost finally bottoms out, lingering fully inside of you before pulling most of the way out just as painfully slow,
It takes a few strokes for Joost to build up a pace, but once he does he's leaning over you once more. You raise both of your palms to his shoulders, gripping onto them for a split moment before sliding them down to his chest, running your hands over the tuft of dirty blonde hairs.
With each careful thrust into you, your breathing becomes heavier, your brain foggier, purely overwhelmed with the pleasure that is Joost.
"I missed this," Joost groans, "Fuck," He curses, pointed and sharp, "-'m'I gonna have to go another month without you after this? Don't know if I can handle that."
Having already crossed such a line in your relationship with Michael, it seemed unnecessary to deprive yourself of continuing to see Joost in this capacity again.
"Mmno," You slur, "Can have this whenever you want, whenever you want. Every day even."
"Every day, baby?" He raises an eyebrow, "What's the matter? Michael can't make you cum like I do?"
"Or at all," You sigh,
"Oh," Joost's expression is suddenly pained, "Not at all?"
"Barely." You clarify, not quite sure of why the topic of Michael is even being brought up during sex.
Joost lowers his head to your jaw, pressing open mouth kisses to your skin. His tongue is wet and warm, it's soothing, the sensation making you exhale in pure bliss.
"Just using me to cum then, hm?" His question not entirely serious.
"Oh shut up," You giggle, "That's what my fingers are for."
Joost places another sloppy kiss to your jaw before speaking again,
"And I don't suppose you're thinking of Michael when you're doing that?"
"Not exact-ly," You admit, the inflection of your voice raising on the last syllable as Joost begins to thrust into you harder.
"Care to enlighten me on what you do think about?" His voice leads you to believe he's confident that he's the one you think about when trying to get off, and of course, he's right.
"This, right here," You admit, breathing labored with Joost's sharp thrusts. "You," You swallow down a moan, "Fucking me." You bite your lip, "And when I don't feel like faking an orgasm, I imagine its you fucking me instead of Michael."
"Fuck, liefje," Joost lets out a low groan, "Gonna make me cum right now saying shit like that to me."
"Well it's true," You respond innocently, "Never gonna find anyone else like you." And part of you never wants to, Joost such a unique part of your life you'd never want to replace, no matter how rocky things have a habit of becoming between you.
Both of you cease to speak, no more sly remarks to make to each other, rather your bedroom filled only by the borderline pornographic noises you and Joost made together. The filthy wet slapping that bounced off the walls with each thrust, you whispered moans, and Joost's strained grunts instead filling the dead air.
You slide your hands towards Joost's neck, pressing down with your palms, careful not to choke him out, only wanting to feel him under you.
Joost seems like he's struggling to keep pace, his arms wavering on either side of you, signaling he was probably getting close, you're not far behind, but you can't help be disappointed, wishing this moment could last forever.
At this point, Joost knew your body by memory, knowing just where to thrust and at what pace to have you squirming and whimpering under him. And he was putting that knowledge to plenty good use now, the sound of your moans getting louder, and more unruly with each roll of his hips forward was music to his ears.
You feel your muscles tighten once more, already aching and sore from your prior activities, yet you don't let the strain distract you from your building climax. You know you won't be able to last much longer, not with the perfect angle Joost thrusts into you at, so deep with each stroke, and so delicately brushing over your sensitive clit every time he pulls out and subsequently dips back into you.
You keep your eyes trained on Joost for stability, watching the way his face contorts with each perfect thrust forward. He's pretty, almost impossibly so, in a way that makes it hard to care how frequently he seemed to make a mess of your life- it was all worth it, just to see that pretty face above you like this.
"You're staring," He can barely laugh, too out of breath, though he tries. Joost had always been amused by your infatuation with him, and even more so he loved to watch how shy you got when he called you out on it.
Your skin is hot, and not just from the obvious physical activity, it's a warmth that radiates from inside of you, burning every nerve. You let your head fall to the side, a sheepish smile stuck on your lips.
"Don't shy away from me, I'd like to stare at you too." He whines, coaxing you to look back at him.
Your eyes reach his once again, and you notice how his lips part in a deep gasp, ready to speak
"I'm close," His eyes screwing shut for a moment, "Do you want me to pull out?"
He'd never asked before, it had never been a problem, knowing full well you were on the pill.
"Huh-" You huff, "No"
"Just making sure," He speaks through gritted teeth, "Don't wanna be knocked up with another man's baby."
"Oh be quiet," You scold, realizing how badly you choosing to do this with him while you were with Michael had Joost reeling, obviously getting off on it. Getting off on the fact for what felt like for once in his life, he was the better man, and that he was obviously irreplaceable in your life.
"Fuck, schatje," He grunts, "You okay if I cum now?" Not like there was much of a choice, he didn't really have control over that sort of thing,
"Please," You plead, wanting nothing more than to take him to completion.
With a few sharp thrusts, ones that so deliciously hit that perfect spot inside of you, ones that leave you yelping so loud you're sure the neighbors will hear, Joost is spilling into you. His warm release coats your walls.
The feeling makes you clench, Joost sucking in a sharp breath at the way you grip him with his lingering thrusts. His hips sputter forward, sharply ramming into you, this one final move enough to set off your own expectant orgasm.
"Joost!" Your hands leave his neck, flying down to the bed to grab the comforter below you, gripping it harshly between your fingers for stability. Your whole body is overwhelmed by pleasure, and you begin to loose control, legs shaking, body squirming, noises you couldn't even know you could make leaving your lips. You're a complete mess, probably looking more like you're having an exorcism than having sex. But you can't help yourself, it's all too much, and feels all too good. "I'm-" You can't even finish your sentence before the walls of your pussy begin to flutter, your own release spilling out of you, mixing with Joost's to paint his cock with his few final lazy strokes.
Once your orgasm finally rolls over you, Joost is collapsing onto your chest, the pair of you desperate to catch your breaths. You release your grip from the comforter, fingers sore are you flex them, loosing them from their tightened position.
You know the impending wave of guilt is bound to crash into you at any moment, but at least for now you feel nice, Joost's hot, sweaty body atop you is a comforting weight, despite the way it slows your breathing.
You wrap your arms around his back, his skin sticky with perspiration, but you don't mind the way it feels, only wanting to be close to him. He's not quite ready to pull out of you yet, and you're not ready to let him go, instead both of you opt to enjoy the moment, letting your shallow breaths fill the room with eyes shut tight.
You press a kiss to Joost's forehead, unable to stop yourself from the mildly romantic gesture. It's clear Joost doesn't mind, placing a kiss to your shoulder from where his head lies on you.
After a few more minutes of embracing like this, Joost slowly begins to peel himself off of you. You watch intently as he lifts himself up, hair in every which direction, eyelids low, face heavy with lingering pleasure. You want nothing more than to pull him back down on you and stay like that, but you really need to catch your breath.
Carefully, Joost begins to pull out of you, your eyes fluttering shut at the sensation, a strangled whine leaving your throat.
"Sorry," Joost apologizes, finally pulling out of you completely. The way you can feel his release spilling out of you, onto your thighs makes you wince, a filthy reminder of what you had done. Joost most definitely notices the look on your face, backing off of the bed, "Hold on, I'll clean you up."
You assume Joost had run off to the bathroom, coming back a few moments later with a towel, gently patting it between your thighs, careful not to overstimulate you further.
"Gonna go onto the balcony for a smoke" He says, standing back up to redress himself in his underwear, "Want me to close the door behind me so it doesn't get cold in here?"
"It's okay," You sigh, finally having the strength to sit up. Your abdomen and legs are sore, letting you know tomorrow will be a challenge, "Just means you'll have to cuddle me when you get back in."
"Perfectly okay with that," He chuckles before heading to open up to the small balcony on the other side of your room.
A small breeze enters the room as the doors open, and soon the scent of smoke follows. The chill makes you want to hide under the covers, but something is pulling you to go out there with him. You quickly get up from the bed, fighting the cold as you scramble to put on the shirt you had picked out before and a new pair of underwear.
The cold of the outside fully hits you as you step onto the balcony, but it's hard to mind with Joost half-naked in front of you.
"You want a smoke?" He asks
"No, I'm good." You shake your head, "Just wanted to-" Your voice is soft as you wrap your arms around Joost's torso. He's still so warm despite the weather outside. He wraps his free arm behind you, pulling you close to him.
"That's alright," He mumbles into your hair, pressing his lips to the crown of your head. You find comfort in the slow thump of your heart, and this way his chest rises and falls each time he takes a drag of his cigarette. You wish things with Joost could be like this all the time, though really you knew this was the calm before the next storm.
It's nice to pretend, though, at least for now. Pretend he's still your boyfriend, and that everything had worked out between the two of you like it should have.
"You alright, liefje? You're being nicer to me than usual." His slight laughter vibrates against your cheek from where it's pressed to your chest, making you snuggle into him.
You know he's joking but it makes you feel a little bad, knowing you can be harsh on him over the smallest things sometimes.
"I don't know," You sigh, overwhelmed with emotion once more, "I think that- I don't know." You repeat, "Confused."
"I am too."
"I'm sorry." You know it's your fault just as much as it is his.
"Me too."
"I think I still love you." You don't think, you know, but you feign like you're unsure to make it less real.
"Schatje," He coos, rubbing his hand over your back.
"Am I crazy to think you might still love me too?"
"Not at all." He presses another kiss to your head, "I know I love you too."
You dread the moment when you'll have to return back to real life, the reality where Joost is nothing more than an ex boyfriend, and you're with Michael- but for now things are good. Joost will wake you up with head in the morning, and after you'll go to that breakfast place you like around the corner, still in your pajamas. The two of you will sit next to each other in the booth, and hold hands under the table before heading home to share a shower together. And inevitably as the day grows later, one of you will make the smallest slip up, say one wrong thing, and you'll be at each others throats again, ending the day crying, finally ignoring each other until its time to repeat the cycle over again.
But that was a problem for tomorrow, right now you're in his arms, and he's telling you how much he still loves you, and you can pretend for just a moment, that maybe, just maybe things will change.
a/n: weeee i wasn't expecting this to get so long XD......... <3 but im so excited to finally get this out... mwah mwah <3... if you're feeling kind, leave a comment or a reblog to let me know what you think! thank you :3
#joost klein x reader#joost klein x f! reader#joost klein smut#rpf#joost klein rpf#joost klein fic#heartbeat! au
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actually on the subject of transition to 3D, do you guys have any video game franchises you think aesthetically improved when switching from full 2d graphics to either fully or partially 3d models?
i said as much in the tags of that original post but i think if you look at the great ace attorney duology specifically rather than 5 or 6 I think it would be really difficult to argue that it's not a direct improvement on the series' visuals. these are very story-centric games and so they benefit hugely by being able to have a more cinematic quality to the climactic events. the first time you see ryuu get out from behind the bench and start pacing in front of the jury it feels incredible. the dance of deduction/logic and reasoning spectacular segments i feel really represent the best of what a transition to 3d had to offer to the franchise.
i'm not really a big Mario person so i don't have my own strong opinions on the franchise or know anything about fan consensus. but it seems like overall the 3d mario games did a really successful job with that over the years. obviously stuff like sm64 and sunshine are beloved as games, but i'm unsure how they were received graphically upon the time of their release. more contemporary 3d mario titles that have been well received like galaxy, wonder, and odyssey im a bit more familiar with and it seems to me those games have a ton of integrity in their visuals. i think it helps that mario's character designs and art style lend themselves very well to the sort of blobby plasticky feel that is the dominant feel of 3d animation in both tv/film and video games for properties that aren't pursuing realism.
im sure if pushed to really think about it i could come up with some other examples but i also am technically 'at work' right now and should go back to doing my job very slowly. if anyone has some examples toss em out, id love to take a look
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playlists | velvet connection
pair: portgas d. ace x afab reader (she/her)
modern au | multimedia | musician ace | more info on story
tags: drinking (reader participates), smoking, unhealthy amounts of alcohol consumption (drink responsibly)
mdni: please - look i can't tell you how to live your life but this isn't for you pls avoid thx
wc: 7.7k
excerpt:
"On stage he exudes charisma, it seems like he is in his element. Like much of the crowd, you are not immune to his charms, he’s almost entrancing up there. You’ve always found it attractive to see people so passionate about what they are doing, and it is clear that he is loving this. He is beaming. A smile like no other graces his face. He has the crowd wrapped around his finger and he knows it. ... You eventually allow your eyes to drift back to Ace, who catches them and sends you a wink. The simple action makes your heart flutter in a way that you know is problematic. Instead of showing the way he’s impacting you, you give him a short laugh in response. Even at a distance you can tell that his eyes light up as he smiles into the mic."
a/n: v excited to start this story, rn i'm not planning on it being much longer than 15 chapters but we will see how that goes when i wrote this i had just finished sabaody (had a breakdown) and idrfk who sabo is so idk why i included him but i did, if he's ooc pls ignore, thx
wc: 7.7k
important: reader works in live music there's a couple of technical terms that aren't crucial to know, like you can understand the story without knowing them but i wanted to include them
Tech rider = document saying what the artist is bringing and what equipment they need from the venue
In ear monitors/in ears = how a musician hears themselves while playing on stage, has noise cancellation (tbh i take some creative liberty with how they work)
just so you know half of this is how live music works (well more than half tbh) and the other half i made up source: i work in live events not in production though
song(s): they haven't really started playlists so no official song but this one kinda sets the vibe of what we got going
"I know you felt it that velvet connection" - Velvet Connection by Moody Joody
You walk into the old venue that you call work where you are a live sound engineer. The small place is barely staying open, relying on subsidies from being a historic site and sales of alcohol, but you love it anyways. You’ve been working here for the past two years and really enjoy both the job and your coworkers.
You were running a little late but you came bearing gifts, you stopped at a nearby coffee shop and grabbed some drinks. Ussop, the other live sound engineer, happily grabs his as he reads through the tech rider to see what you will need for the night’s show. You really should have looked it over before you got here. It is the first time in a while that you were going into a show blind, all you know is that it is a local act, beyond that you’re clueless. As soon as Usopp leaves the booth you spot a familiar head of red running your way.
“Why’re you here so early,” you question Nami, one of the venue’s bartenders, amused with how fast she dashed over to you. She pulls her drink out of the cup holder and thanks you.
“I had to come in for a delivery,” she answers dismissively before her entire demeanor shifts to excitement, “Anyways, are you excited for tonight?”
“...why would I be?” you ask with confusion.
“Don’t you know who’s playing tonight?” she looks disappointed and sighs when you shake your head no, “I can’t believe you don’t know. Tonight Luffy’s brother is playing.”
“That’s cool,” you say, unsure what to make of her enthusiasm.
“No, you don’t understand, Luffy is playing with him,” Nami says, brimming with joy. Luffy is an energetic coworker of yours who normally controls the lights, he’s also Usopp’s roommate. You love him but he isn’t exactly known for his musical talent, in fact it was quite the opposite, he quite literally cannot hold a note.
“Oh…wow,” you say, not sure how to feel about this information, “Let’s just hope he plays the drums, he can keep a beat but anything else… I’ll make sure it’s tuned really well. But maybe he’ll surprise us?”
“I mean I hope so, but Luffy?” she gets called back to the bar before she can finish her thought.
Suddenly interested in the act, you check the show’s schedule and see that their name is Ace and The Spades. You think that you’ve heard the name before but you aren’t entirely sure what their sound is. You’ll find out soon enough.
Looking through the tech rider for the night you see that they are bringing a lot of their own equipment, which shows that they’ve probably been performing for a while and also means that there isn’t too much for you to do until they get here. They should be arriving any moment, so there’s not much more you can do but wait to help them unload.
To your annoyance, the time that they were supposed to unload comes and goes, setting back your schedule. It’s nice to have that extra time padded in in case something goes wrong, but running late is also something going wrong you suppose. Before you can get truly irritated, Luffy comes bounding through the artist door carrying nearly an entire drum kit by himself, making him look like a pack mule. Honestly, it was so impressive you nearly missed the two other guys who came in with him.
“Sorry that we’re running late Y/N,” Luffy says when he sees you. You quickly move to help Luffy with the drums. “This one fell asleep,” he says, using his newly freed hand to point at the man in an orange cowboy hat, who promptly sets down a guitar case to hit Luffy on the head.
“Ow, Ace, that was mean,” Luffy says, rubbing his skull. So this is his brother you think. There's no doubting that he’s attractive, with dark raven hair and freckles that dot his face. He is quite a bit taller than Luffy, but around the same height as the other guy, who you forgot about until now.
“Well you’re here now,” you say with a smile, quickly helping Luffy with the kit. “I had no idea you were playing tonight, that’s so cool,” you say to your coworker who laughs happily in response.
“Isn’t it?” Luffy says cheerfully, putting the drums down on the stage, “Oh, before I forget this is Ace and Sabo,” he says pointing to the dark haired one and the blond respectively, “Ace, Sabo, this is Y/N, she’s on production.
“I need to go make sure that the lights are programmed right and show Usopp how to use them.” Luffy calls the man in question over and they both disappear to the tech booth.
You start unpacking the drum set and when Ace approaches you, “You don’t have to do that, I can do it.”
“It is quite literally my job,” you say to him, trying to hide your annoyance, “it’ll take me twenty minutes max.”
“I know, I just feel bad for being late,” he says, scratching the back of his neck.
“If you really want something to do, you bring those five mics over here,” you say pointing to the ones for the drums just off stage. He successfully brings four of them to you while you work on assembling the kit.
“Fuck,” you hear in Ace’s direction following a crash. The mic stand is in two parts, the stand is knocked over on the floor and its arm Ace holds in his hand. You sigh and stand up, ready to fix it.
“That happens it's okay” you say walking to him. When you get there you take the arm from his hand and pick up the stand and attempt to reassemble it, but it isn’t working. You examine the parts only to realize that the stand is broken broken. “Well, shit” you mumble.
“I am so sorry, I just picked it up and it fell apart,” Ace says guilt laces his voice.
“From the looks of it this was probably bound to happen, I’ll go find another one,” you say before you disappear into the depths of backstage looking for another overhead mic stand. You search everywhere you can think of but cannot find a replacement.
“Hey Usopp,” you call for his attention running towards him, “Do we have another overhead somewhere special that I forgot about?”
“No, that was our backup, remember when that one artist broke ours and dipped a few months ago before getting us a new one,” he says, “What happened?”
“One broke,” you sigh in defeat.
“Well, shit,” he responds.
“That’s what I said.”
“I can probably rig something up for the night,” Usopp offers, always ready to jerry rig something.
“I’ve tried that before and broke multiple drumheads”
“How did you break multiple, it just goes above one,” Luffy butts in.
“Because I’m stubborn,” you say to him and turn back to Usopp, “I can just go to Larson’s real quick.” You offer to go to the local music store a few blocks down. Usopp agrees, telling you he’ll hold down the fort but to be quick.
On your way out the door, Ace stops you, “What’s the verdict?”
“Gotta go get a new one,” you admit.
“Let me come with you.”
“I can do it by myself,” you push back.
“I don’t doubt it,” he says with a charming grin, “But I broke the other one, so I should help fix it.”
“I told you, you didn’t break it, but if you insist, let’s go,” not willing to waste time arguing.
The two of you make your way out the building and he follows you down the city sidewalk. In this light you can really see the freckles that adorn his face, they give him an almost boyish charm. Realizing that you’ve been staring, you clear your throat and turn your eyes to the path in front of you.
“So Luffy’s your brother, huh,” you say awkwardly trying to start a conversation as you walk.
“Yeah, he’s my little brother,” Ace says, putting his hands in his pockets.
“It’s cool that he’s in your band, what does he play?” you ask.
“He plays the drums,” Ace responds. Called it you think. He continues, “When I first started playing live he got really excited and kept asking me to be the drummer. It didn't take much for me to fold. He’s my brother and I love him. If it makes him happy, I’ll let him play for me anytime.”
“That's actually very nice of you,” you say nodding.
“What? Were you expecting me to be mean, Doll?” Ace asks you with a playful grin.
“Doll?” you say, raising your eyebrow.
“I thought it seemed fitting,” he shrugs.
“What about Sabo? What does he play,” you question.
“Sabo does a little bit of everything, mainly bass and keys though.”
“Ah so a multi-talented king I see,” you joke, causing Ace to laugh. He has a nice laugh, you think to yourself, the kind that makes you want to laugh too.
“How’d you get into music in the first place?” you question.
“There’s not really one specific answer to that,” he starts, “I guess I’ve always enjoyed music. Around middle school I started playing guitar and by the time I got to high school, I was writing song after song - granted most of them were absolute garbage,” he chuckles, joy sparking in his eyes, it’s clear he loves talking about music.
“Eventually, I got better at writing and I knew it was all I wanted to do. I had to stop for a few years when my grandpa forced me to join the navy,” the bitterness in his voice is evident.
“But I’m back,” he says cheerfully as looks at you and his smile grows.
Before he can ask you the same question you arrive at Larson’s and your conversation is put on hold. You know exactly what you need and where it is so you head over to the mic stand section picking out a cheap replacement that’s decent enough quality. You bring it to the register and by the time you’re ready to pay Ace already has his card on the reader.
“What are you doing?” you question him.
“Paying,” he responds.
“I can see that, I’m asking why.”
“Because I broke it and I feel bad.”
“I already told you you didn’t break it,” you say with a sigh, “from the looks of it it was on borrowed time, the threading was basically non existent.”
He offers you a smile and takes the stand from the counter turning on his heel to the door. You have no choice but to follow him.
“You know I would’ve been reimbursed for that, right,” you say as you step into stride with him.
“You can reimburse me by taking me to dinner sometime,” he flirts. You can’t help the butterflies that form in your stomach. First it was calling you “Doll” now he’s asking you to dinner? Is this just how he is? You think to yourself.
“I suppose that’s a fair trade,” you say. His smirk is triumphant.
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The two of you arrive back at the venue laughing as you walk in the door. You know you need to get back to work, but you also don’t want to stop being with him, you’ve really enjoyed being around him so far.
“Have you thought about where you’re taking me to dinner,” he jokes, hoping to talk to you more.
“Where would you want to go?” you try turning the choice on him.
“You’re taking me so you decide. While you’re thinking about it, how about you give me your number,” he says with a charming smile, pulling out his phone. You give him your phone and he hands you his to put your contact information in, you keep it simple, just your name and number, and give it back to him.
He looks at his phone and shakes his head, changing something about the information you put in, but you don't have time to question because Usopp runs up to the both of you and takes the mic stand from you – well from Ace – before he runs back to stage to set it up.
“Back to work” you say with a hint of regret.
“Aye aye captain,” Ace says with a goofy smile and salute. You turn on your heel, concealing your grin and go get to work.
A switch is flipped inside of Ace during soundcheck, as soon as you start he becomes surprisingly professional. Despite being late earlier, it seems like he doesn’t like to waste people’s time. He’s articulating exactly what he needs, something that you really only see in seasoned artists. He even helps translate for his brothers, namely Luffy. (“the clicky thing is too quiet,” he complains. “the metronome,” Ace clarifies).
For someone who literally works in the industry, you would think that he would know some of the technical terms, but it seems not. When working on the mix for his in ears.
“Why does it sound fuzzy,” Luffy asks. You hear it too and your eyes scan the stage looking for the cause
“Luffy, how are you getting feedback?”Ace snickers, instantly understanding what his sibling is saying. All eyes go to the culprit who for some reason had taken out one of his in ears and had it dangerously close to the mic.
“Luffy, you gotta keep those in,” Ace laughs even harder.
“But I hate them, they’re uncomfy” Luffy pouts and you struggle to hide your smile.
“How? They were literally made for you,” Ace says tired as you stifle a giggle, “You gotta keep them in.” Luffy grumbles but does as he is told.
You don’t get a full picture of their sound, which is common with sound check, because they only play bits and pieces of their songs but as they cycle between them you can tell that Ace has a nice voice.
After soundcheck is over you manage to catch up to Ace. “You're an excellent translator for Luffy, maybe we should keep you around,” you joke.
“It’s years of practice,” he responds.
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The pull that Ace surprises you, people seem to be flooding into the venue as soon as the doors open. You already knew that it was going to be a busier night, but you weren’t expecting this much. You don’t actually remember the last time you saw this place this packed full of bodies. There’s not even an opener so all of these people are here for him. It was so uncharacteristic of this place that the cynic in you can’t help but wonder if Robin had a bunch of tickets comped, giving out free tickets for the bodies, and that’s why it was so full. Something is telling you that this crowd is genuine.
As showtime draws nearer, anticipation bubbles in your stomach, it’s possible that you’re in for an even bigger treat than you thought. When it is finally time for the show to start and they come out on stage you notice that somewhere between now and soundcheck Ace lost his shirt. Goddamn, you think. You knew he was hot before but wow.
On stage he exudes charisma, it seems like he is in his element. Like much of the crowd, you are not immune to his charms, he’s almost entrancing up there. You’ve always found it attractive to see people so passionate about what they are doing, and it is clear that he is loving this. He is beaming. A smile like no other graces his face. He has the crowd wrapped around his finger and he knows it.
You’re staring more than you would like to admit, the ways that the muscles in his arms move as he plays the guitar has you in a chokehold. His fingers moving across the fretboard with such ease is placing thoughts that are not safe for work in your head, and it’s that realization that snaps you out of it.
What the hell are you thinking, you internally scold yourself, first of all he’s Luffy’s brother and that would be weird. Secondly, You. Are. At. Work.
You forcefully rip your eyes away from him, worried that they’ll remain glued to the man for the rest of the show if you don't. You switch your focus to the monitor and when that gets boring eyes wander the stage and crowd. You’re looking everywhere but him in fear that you won’t be able to pull yourself away if you lay eyes on him again.
Your eyes find Luffy and you remember that you should be supporting your coworker. He actually is pretty decent at drums, he misses a beat every now and then but that’s likely due to how much fun he is having. He wears his trademark boyish grin as he thrashes his head as he plays, causing his hat to fall off, repeatedly. Between songs and during little breaks he is constantly reaching towards his back to put it back on. At least he’s wearing the head strap you snort, thinking of all the times his hat has fallen from the beams as he worked on the lights.
You eventually allow your eyes to drift back to Ace, who catches them and sends you a wink. The simple action makes your heart flutter in a way that you know is problematic. Instead of showing the way he’s impacting you, you give him a short laugh in response. Even at a distance you can tell that his eyes light up as he smiles into the mic.
You can’t deny that he puts on a great show, it seemed to come naturally for him. You’ve seen a lot of performances, but this was something special. It was clear that Robin thought so too. Near the end of the show Robin, who is one of the managers and also the one who books acts, joins you sidestage - you’re pretty sure you know what that means.
“Y/N, how was working with Ace?” Robin asks in a calm voice.
“Great, he’s really professional, I was surprised,” you tell her, intentionally putting a good word for him - not that it isn’t the truth. You can’t lie to yourself, you are hoping that he becomes a regular, you like his company and would want him to be around more. She nods in response, she stays by your side for the rest of the show, which is a good sign.
Right before it ends, Robin asks again, “Do you think that they should come back?” You answer positively a bit too fast, she turns and raises an eyebrow with a small grin. “Okay then, I’ll see what I can do,” she says.
“Great job, Dollface,” Ace says to you, walking off stage, grabbing a towel he left there to wipe off the sweat.
“You were incredible too,” you tell him.
“Really?” he cocks his head, “I felt rusty.”
“If that’s rusty then I can only imagine what you could do at full power,” you tease. He laughs lightly. Robin, who you forgot was still there, has an amused look on her face looking between the two of you, before she whisks Ace off to talk.
You and Usopp start taking down the equipment as the crowd filters out of the venue, you’ve done this so many times together that you don’t even need to communicate. You bring something back to the booth and are surprised to find Luffy there.
“What are you doing here, mister,” you say in a deep authoritative voice, causing the both of you to chuckle.
“Don’t wanna forget the program,” he says holding up a USB stick.
“You can probably just leave it too, I got a feeling we’ll need it again,” you say, unable to keep it in even though it’s not a done deal.
He scratches his neck looking confused, “What do you mean?” he asks. You give him a look, knowing he can figure it out and his eyes widen. “Did Robin-” he stops when you nod with a big smile. He practically vibrates from excitement.
“I knew it would happen!” Luffy says feeling vindicated, “Ace didn’t believe me.”
You frown, “Why didn’t he believe you?”
“I don’t know,” he says unsure, “I think he said something about being out of practice?”
You hum in response before switching the subject “I didn’t know you played drums.”
“Thanks, I’m bad at them,” he says with his signature laugh.
“I thought you were really good actually,” you say, giving a heartfelt compliment.
“That was lots of practice,” he says seriously.
“That’s what it takes to be good at something, you goofball,” you giggle, “How long have you been playing?”
“I think I started when I was like 13? I’m not sure,” Luffy says after thinking hard. “I wanted to spend time with my brothers and this let me do that, plus hitting things is fun” He laughs again, “Anyways, I gotta get going see you later.”
You watch Luffy walk away with a smile, you can see that he’s halfway to the green room when he turns around. “Oh, Y/N,” he nearly shouts as he runs back to you, “I don’t know if Usopp told you but we’re having some people over Saturday cause we don’t have a show. You should come.” He ends up in front of you.
He must be able to tell that you’re a bit hesitant, “Pleeeeeaassee,” he drags out his plea, “Zoro’s on keg and you don’t smoke so you don't need to worry about bringing anything,” he tries to convince you.
“I’ll be there,” you say with a smile
“Yay!” he exclaims, before walking away “see you Saturday Y/N!”
You return the sentiment, but you can’t help but wonder if Ace will be there too.
Packing up the rest of the equipment goes smoothly and soon enough you’re in the comfort of your own bed when your phone buzzes.
just a quick psa: do not fucking drink like this, binge drinking can and will kill you, you are not invincible please be safe. Have to dial back what they are capable of drinking in universe bc alcohol poisoning exists but this is still you’re in the hospital level binge drinking, like you’re dead drinking please do not do this. <3
Ace feels a little bit out of place in the small apartment, surrounded by his little brother’s friends on a Saturday night. Luffy asked Ace to come over at least a dozen times and he would do anything for the kid, so he plans on sticking around for a little while despite the awkwardness.
He got roped into party prep earlier in the day, which was moving the furniture to the walls and sweeping (“We have to make a good impression,” Usopp, Luffy’s roommate said, “it is very important to any social gathering, and we have the best ones” Luffy reminded him that they had never hosted before with a laugh and Usopp launched himself at the guy, shushing him, claiming that Ace didn’t need to know that).
When the first person knocks on the door, Luffy flies over to open it. On the other side is a green haired guy holding a quarter keg (this is like 80 bottles/cans of beer and weighs like 90lbs/40kg) with one hand and a bucket of ice in the other like it is nothing.
“Zoro!” Luffy shouts with glee.
“This should last us most of the night,” the man grunts as he the keg down in the kitchen before tapping the keg and pouring himself a sizable cup. Luffy is right behind him and Ace follows. Soon enough more people trickle into the space, Luffy making sure to introduce Ace to each and every one.
Ace is excited when he sees you enter, he didn’t want to admit it but he was hoping you were going to be there. You came with a redhead that’s introduced to him as Nami, someone who also works with you, Luffy, and Usopp, just at the bar. He tries not to stare as the two of you go and grab drinks while chatting, but he’s having a hard time keeping his eyes off of you. When Nami leaves you to go talk to other people Ace moves quickly to take the chance to swoop in and talk to you.
“Hey, Doll,” he says as he approaches, you turn to meet him and a smile blossoms on your face, “I was wondering if I’d see you here.” He likes the way your cheeks heat up from the nickname and he really likes the smile you give him when you see him.
“Hi Ace,” you say, almost sounding nervous - is he imagining that or does he have that effect on you?
“Know where you’re taking me to eat yet?” Ace asks playfully, bumping your shoulder with his own.
“Not yet, I think I gotta get to know you more first so I can pick a good place after you saved my ass,” you say, “I still can’t believe you did that by the way.”
“Get to know me, huh,” Ace responds mischievously with a wiggle of his brows, “If you were that eager to go out with me you could’ve just asked.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” you question, playful glint in your eyes.
You grill him on his favorite foods, an undeniable undercurrent of flirting continuing to permeate your conversation. People maneuver around you two in the kitchen, several stopping by to greet you as you and Ace talk, but nobody has been able to pull you away yet. That is, until Nami comes back declaring it was time to smoke. You send Ace an apologetic look as she drags you off to the couch by your arm.
A knock reverberates through the front door snapping Ace out of his momentary trance. He quickly pays the delivery guy with the cash left by the door, exchanging it for the multiple boxes of pizza. He places them down and grabs a slice of whatever box was on top, mindlessly looking around the room. His gaze but his gaze lands on you as if you were magnetic. He watches you laugh with your friends when Usopp takes too big a hit and devolves into a coughing fit.
Usopp passes the bong your way and to Ace’s surprise you don’t take a hit, instead you pass it on to Nami before downing the rest of your drink. Now he wonders why Nami pulled you away in the first place if you weren’t going to smoke.
You stand up and walk Ace’s way, patting Usopp – who is still coughing – on the back as you pass. You make a direct beeline for the keg. He watches you as you refill your glass only to down that cup in one gulp, refilling it again. He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything.
“Fancy seeing you here again,” Ace says, drawing your attention.
“How’re you doing, hottie,” you tease - the words are playful but they ignite something inside of him. He smiles cheekily at the reference to the contact name he put in your phone.
“What brings you over to my side of town,” he jokes.
“Weed doesn’t really agree with me,” you say simply leaving it at that, leaning against the counter. A silence envelopes the kitchen, one that Ace is desperate to break but can’t figure out how to. All hope is lost when you bring your glass up to meet your lips. His eyes follow your every move, completely transfixed by the simple action.
He forgets how to behave casually, his elbow missing the counter top entirely when he tries to lean against it next to you. He really hopes that you didn’t notice that but the silent giggle tumbling out of your mouth is telling him that you did.
Ace clears his throat, trying to dispel the thoughts in his mind, “So how ya know Luffy?” As soon as the words leave his mouth he knows that it was a stupid question. What the hell is wrong with him? He can’t believe that he is acting like he’s never done this before, it’s embarrassing.
“We work together,” you laugh.
“I meant what got you into music? I didn’t get the chance to ask earlier” he says, trying to recover, hoping desperately that you can’t see the heat in his cheeks. He grabs another slice of pizza hoping that eating will prevent him from being awkward.
“Ace you didn’t tell me the pizza was here,” Luffy says from across the apartment with a frown.
“Luffy, the pizza’s here,” Ace grins, mouth full. You try hard to stifle a laugh as the energetic boy comes running into the kitchen grabbing the boxes of pizza. Just as quickly as he came, Luffy runs back to the living room, setting them on the table before taking one for himself.
Ace notices how Nami catches your eye and gives you a questioning look. He watches your silent interaction, which ends with you waving off Nami - he isn’t sure if that is a good thing or not. Before he can dwell on what that meant you turn back to him.
“We were talking about music, yeah,” you question. Ace nods in response, his mouth full from another bite. “I’m not entirely sure exactly what got me into music, I think it was a cumulation of a bunch of things. Music has always been a big part of my life, even when I was growing up. Honestly I can’t really picture myself doing anything else.”
The conversation moves to music in general, a topic he is more than happy to talk about. Ace finds himself getting more and more excited as you talk, nobody has really been able to match his freak when it comes to music and it was refreshing to talk to someone just as passionate about the topic. He knew already he enjoys your company but this is solidifying the fact.
You mention your love for making playlists and you see how he lights up. Ace quickly (and excitedly) suggests that you make playlists for each other, immediately pulling out his phone to craft one right then and there. You laugh at his enthusiasm but are fast to do the same. After you finish making him a short on-the-spot playlist, Ace watches you go for what he is pretty sure is your fourth drink of the night.
“You should probably slow down,” he cautions, gesturing to the keg, trying to save you from the pain of a hangover.
To his surprise however, you scoff before looking at him with a smile, “Relax, I can outdrink you.”
Now it’s Ace’s turn to scoff. “I highly doubt that darling,” he says full of confidence.
“I outdrank Zoro once,” you proudly proclaim. Ace didn’t know the man in question super well but he’s been witness to the number of times the green haired man came to refill his cup and how he seems to be able to handle his alcohol well.
Zoro, as if knowing you were talking about him, snaps his head in your direction and shouts, “Oi, that’s not fair, I was sick.”
“You threw up, so it counts,” you shout back sticking out your tongue, delight written all over your face. Zoro mumbles something in disagreement but doesn’t push any further. Ace finds your antics amusing and a bit charming.
“Wanna put money on it, Doll?” Ace asks with a mischievous grin.
“How about you buy me dinner,” you playfully respond.
“And if I win?” he wiggles his eyebrows.
“It won’t happen,” you state firmly.
“If it does?” He pushes, not sure what answer he is hoping for, probably any that involves spending more time with you
“Then I’ll take you out to dinner twice,” you say.
“Deal” he says and the pair of you shake on it, “let me catch up to you then.” He chugs two more cups of beer so you start at the same baseline.
“Did I hear something about a drinking contest?” Nami shouts and you laugh at her. If Ace knew her better he would probably be able to tell that the tone of voice she is using is reserved explicitly for when there is money on the line.
“Are you sure, Y/N, Ace is really able to drink,” Luffy warns you from across the room. Ace’s confidence grows at his little brother’s praises.
That is until Nami hits Luffy on the head, “What are you talking about? You’ve seen her drink.”
It is starting to become clear to Ace that this is going to become an event and that your group takes drinking contests seriously. While he isn’t worried, being confident in his abilities, he just hopes you’re going to be okay losing infront of all your friends.
The group that was smoking and a few stragglers move into the kitchen to watch. Usopp is quick to declare himself the referee. Nami and Sanji – Ace is pretty sure that is his name – both bartenders, come over and start filling cups.
You and Ace sit down at the small bartop and shake hands. Out of the corner of his eye, Ace can see Luffy clapping his feet in excitement. When he reverts his attention back to the game, it surprises Ace to see how many cups the bartenders filled. There are at least ten for each of you. He is sure that your friends would know your limits but Ace starts to worry about you getting alcohol poisoning or something.
“I already know where you’re gonna take me to dinner,” you tease him.
“We’ll see about that,” Ace says grinning ear to ear, “You ready, doll?”
“I am so going to kick your ass,” you say, and he is loving your confidence. With that Usopp declares it’s time to start.
Ace downs the first glass of beer only to see that you’re already on your second. He takes that as a sign to lock the fuck in and he keeps going. The two of you remain neck and neck, and he is surprised you’re even able to drink this fast. He would be lying if he said that he didn’t find it kinda hot, but he is too focused on winning to dwell on that. He starts to feel the alcohol enter his bloodstream but he doesn’t stop.
“Damn, Doll, I did not expect you to make it past ten,” Ace slurs as you both catch your breath between drinks. Still tied, you had made it nearly the entire way through the cups and were now in the home stretch.
“What are you at now?” Nami asks, concern in her voice she looks over at Sanji and they share a look of unease.
“Not sure but I think we’re at eleven - maybe twelve or thirteen,” Ace answers, doing his best to count. Sanji’s eyes grow wide, both of you are well past double the amount of drinks he would serve a customer and both bartenders know it is time to cut you off.
“Alright, you’re done, no more,” Sanji says, pulling away the glasses. Nami is already getting the two of you water.
You pout a little at the cut off but neither you nor Ace are going to argue with a bartender who cuts you off, they may not be on the clock but they understand how alcohol impacts people. You whisper to Ace (loudly) that this is why all of your good drinking contests happen when they’re not around. Sanji scoffs at that, mumbling something about the damn moss head? Ace isn’t sure.
After you're cut off, the crowd disperses with some chatter. Zoro grabs as many of the glasses as he could carry, which is five of the six left, and goes back to the living room. Sanji rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed at the guy, but doesn’t make a move to stop it. Ace can’t help but wonder what Zoro’s tolerance is, How fucked is his liver?
Nami then pulls you away and practically forces water down your throat, nearly choking you in the process. But Ace can hear her faint praise to you, commenting how she just made money, which causes you to laugh and spit out some of the water. Sanji slides a glass of water to Ace as well, instructing him to drink it.
Hands appear on Ace’s shoulders causing him to jump a little. “It seems that you’ve met your match, huh,” Ace hears Sabo’s voice. He’s not wrong, Ace thinks, reaching for a slice of pizza.
“I really gotta go,” Sabo says with a sense of urgency, “I bet the redhead like 50 bucks on you and she looks like the type to collect if there’s a draw.” Ace laughs, from what he overheard, Sabo is probably right.
“Good luck getting home,” Sabo says jokingly, patting Ace’s back before sneaking out the door.
Off in the distance he can hear Luffy trying to put on some music and multiple people jump trying to stop him. Ace chuckles, he can’t really blame them, Luffy’s taste in music is… unique. He can hear bickering about who is going to control the music, but he tunes it out, his mind elsewhere.
Ace is still thinking about what Sabo said earlier. He can’t pretend like he doesn’t really like you, or at least enjoys your company. He watches you over with Nami, who he can hear making you promise to keep drinking water and eating food - with threats attached of course. Once she seems content, she leaves you to your own devices, returning back to her earlier spot on the couch. And just like that the two of you are alone in the kitchen again.
You turn to him and let out a joyous laugh making his heart constrict a little bit. “You just had to tell them what we were at, didn’t you,” you say in a jokingly accusatory tone, walking over to him again.
“Hey, I didn’t know they would cut us off like that,” Ace defends.
“I know, they’re such buzzkills sometimes,” you sigh overdramatically, he lets out a little laugh. You sit down next to him, swiveling the stool to look at him. He’s not quite sure why he is so happy you came and sat next to him but it’s making his heart palpitate.
“I’m impressed that you could keep up with me, Dollface, not many people can say the same,” he pokes fun. If he could read minds he would know that you were thinking how it is possible for someone to have such a charming smile.
“You shouldn’t underestimate me, I have powers beyond your comprehension,” you lean in close with a goofy grin. Ace can’t help but find drunk you adorable – not that you weren’t already. You sit back up and continue, “But you were good.”
“I put my money where my mouth is babydoll,” he says. Ace doesn’t register the new name until a spark of something flashes through them and you lick your lips. He is enchanted by the action, eyes lingering on your lips longer than they should be.
“JENGA TIME,” Luffy shouts, pulling Ace out of his thoughts. Why the hell are you playing Jenga, he thinks. When you look at Ace you can see the confusion on his face and answer the question before he can even ask, “It’s jenga but the blocks have things written on them and you have to do what it says or drink.”
“Come on let's go play,” you say giddy, pulling him out of the chair.
The alcohol is clearly starting to course its way through the both of you as you walk. You drag him across the apartment stopping short to scout out a spot for the two of you to sit. You point to the empty cushion on the couch and drag him over. The two of you squeeze into the last seat, Nami, on your otherside refusing to give the two of you space. For some reason Ace doesn’t really mind having you pressed up against him.
He’s so focused on how your bodies connect he doesn’t notice the game starts until Luffy is screaming out from drinking a shot of hot sauce. The room erupts in laughter at his brother’s misery and Ace can’t help but join in. Luffy leaves the circle and sticks his head under the kitchen faucet drinking water straight from the tap.
“How does he always get that one,” you giggle.
“He probably likes it,” Zoro grunts, “Ever notice how the hot sauce gets hotter every time?”
When Luffy returns, the game continues around the circle with some getting dares others having to tell embarrassing stories. Eventually it comes around to Ace and he has to answer what happened the last time he got blackout drunk. It’s been a while but it’s a story that Marco never lets him live down, not that he remembers doing it.
“I’m pretty sure that Luffy knows this one,” Ace starts with the slightest hint of embarrassment.
“Is this the stop sign one?” Luffy asks, getting excited when Ace nods, “This is a good one.” Luffy laughs, knowing what’s to come.
“Gonna share with the class, Portgas?” you tease. He flashes you a smile that leaves you full of anticipation. You lean into him even more, not noticing how his breath hitches. He takes a beat, preparing himself before he tells the tale.
“For the record, I don’t remember any of this, this is just what I’ve been told,” Ace starts, struggling to keep his words coherent, “It was Halloween a couple of years ago, I was walking back to my apartment with a couple of friends and on the way there was this stop sign that had clearly been hit by a car, it was messed up and bent out of shape. For whatever reason, I really wanted that stop sign, probably to liven up the apartment.
“I ripped it out of the ground and right after I did that an officer stopped us, which makes sense, a group of drunk guys holding a stop sign that was clearly just pulled out of the sidewalk is sketchy. The officer asked what I was doing with the sign and I wanted to keep it so I played dumb and hid it behind my back. But I didn’t do a good job because the sign was sticking out above my head.
“Luckily, my friend Marco managed to convince the officer that it was already out and I just picked it up to try and put it back and he believed him and let us go, but I had to leave the sign behind and I was so upset about losing it that I was sad the rest of the night. Marco likes to say I was crying about it while over the toilet but I think he’s full of it.”
The story seems to be popular with the crowd because it has them cracking up for a while (Luffy being the loudest, despite having heard this story several times), throwing out questions that he couldn’t answer. The room eventually calms and then it is your turn.
Nami instructs you which block to pull when your turn comes around and you happily follow her suggestion, not seeing the mischievous smirk on her face that she directs at Ace, confusing him.
“Sit in the person on your right’s lap for the next round,” you say, slurring your words together. …He’s the person to your right. Nami’s look is making sense now.
“You good with that?” you ask him with big doe eyes that make him feel weak.
“Shit,” Ace whispers, grateful that the heat of alcohol can be blamed for his blush. You cock your head, waiting for his response. He scoops you up onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist, “If that’s what it says.” You show him the block as proof and to be honest he doesn’t care if you made that up or not. Once you’re comfortable on his lap and distracted, Nami mouths ‘you're welcome’ to him. Ace isn’t sure if he should thank her or be embarrassed that she read him so clearly.
The round comes and goes and you’re still perched on his lap. The two of you are sharing laughs at jokes only you understand. He already likes making people laugh but Ace is finding just how much he enjoys getting you to throw your head back in laughter.
The game fizzles out naturally as people start to leave for the night, but Ace and you are so lost in your own world you don’t really notice. At some point you shifted positions. Now sitting across his lap and he is glad to be able to see your face, happy to get lost in your features. You reach up and pluck the hat from his head, placing it on your own.
The simple sight of you in his hat has Ace feeling a hunger that he hasn’t felt in awhile. He’s at a loss for words, seeing you in something he owns is releasing primal urges in him that he’s been trying desperately to beat back with a stick all night. You’re his little brother’s friend for fucks sake, no need to make it awkward if it doesn’t work out.
“Hey Y/N, is that Ace’s hat you’re wearing,” Nami says poking fun at you. In either embarrassment for being caught or realization of what you did you remove the orange hat, placing it back onto Ace’s head.
The sight of you in his hat feels like a guilty pleasure, one that he is not willing to give up so quickly. He catches your hand and guides it back your head and a surprised look overtakes your face. “It looks good on you,” Ace explains in what he hopes is a casual tone.
Much sooner than he’d like, Nami is pulling you away from him to bring you home. You give his hat back and leave his lap with an apologetic glance. He can't help but be excited to see you again.
a/n since they kinda drink like a frat in universe i figured they probably buy kegs like one too, they likely rotate who buys though i am an absolute lightweight but grew up around heavy drinkers, this is only slightly exaggerated (bc that fits the characters better) but i have seen people drink a LOT like your liver cannot be fine a lot also i LOVE drunk jenga. They drank enough to get FUCKED UP fr so ofc they drunk idiots at the end, love that for them, it’s cute
pls don't expect chapters to be this long i can't do it regularly 😭
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Death of me 🏹
w/c: 2.2K
pairing: kate bishop x f!reader
tags: 18+ smut. teasing, strap usage, sucking her strap, fucking, daddy kink, orgasm denial, somno mention
notes: my text series💔💔 could only save this one bc I actually wrote it down on wattpad</33
Y/n💕
whatcha doingggg
Katie💜
watching hallmark movies w lucky
Y/n 💕
ew-🤢🤢
Katie💜
why:(
Y/n💕
they're corny af
Katie💜
but but romance:(
Y/n💕
we can find you better romance movies baby...
Katie💜
Well what are you doing?
Y/n💕
nothing much
wanna see something?
Katie💜
sure angel<3
Y/n💕
:D
You quickly snapped a picture of yourself in a purple matching set with a white cardigan. You sent it and she immediately responded.
Katie💜
NOT AGAIN
FUCKING SHIT
speechless
Y/n💕
I love leaving you speechless <3
Katie💜
You won't keep getting away w this...
god you're killing me
Lucky is looking at me weird for groaning
I'm getting on my knees for you rn
Y/n💕
love the sound of that..
but I wanna see it fr
Katie💜
yeah really?
want me to come over huh?
Y/n💕
maybe...
I want your head between my thighs eating me out desperately like you always do and I wanna pull on your hair to feel you moan against me
Katie💜
that's what I wanted to hear
good girl
I'm coming over
Y/n💕
lucky????
Katie💜
he'll be fine
he already ate his pizza and I walked him
Y/n💕
Actually y'know what nvm
maybe tmrw
Katie💜
you're fucking joking right?
no no no no we're doing this tonight
Y/n💕
I'm tired
Katie💜
I'm tired:(
my ASS
THEN WHY DID YOU TEXT ME
AND SEND ME THAT PIC
you were not tired at all
Y/n💕
well now I am:(
Katie💜
you better be fucking joking
do you want me to beg?
Y/n💕
I wouldn't be opposed...
Katie💜
HA YEAH RIGHT
I'm five mins away
Y/n💕
??????
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You were lying in bed when you sent that last text and you were petrified of the thoughts, ideas, Kate was thinking of right now.
You've been teasing her for days on end lately and she hasn't been playing too much with you because of it.
In general anyway.
But now, she was coming over.
Lord knows the things she has in mind now.
You took off the cardigan you had on and threw it on to your dresser before getting up and opening your bedroom door.
Excited but also anxious to see what Kate comes up with tonight. Or the type of mood she's in.
Giving or taking.
You plopped back onto your bed and calmed your nerves, laying down against your pillows and made yourself think she'd go easy on you.
Suddenly your thoughts are washed away when you hear the front door of your apartment open. "Oh you think you're so funny don't you?" Kate's voice echos through the apartment, waltzing in before making her way towards your room as you sat up and watched her.
You bit the inside of your cheek and gulped, the raised eyebrow was seen from afar and with just that you knew this wasn't going to go like you wanted.
She walked into your room wearing a hoodie and grey sweatpants, the bulge of her strap making a very noticeable indent that had you salivating. "C'mere, you tease." She says and you move to the edge of the bed.
She shakes her head and takes a step back, you hop off the bed, getting on your knees in front of her. You look at her crotch, her purple strap barely being visible through the light grey sweats she loves to tease you with.
"Look at you already acting like a good girl as if you haven't been bratty all fucking week." She mocks making you shiver, eyes still on her bulge.
"Look at me." She says and you bite your lip, slowing looking up to meet her pretty blue eyes.
She bucks her knees down a bit and brings a hand down to cup your cheek softly, the opposite of her tone when she spoke, "Tell me how desperate you've been for my attention."
She sounded so demanding, so bossy, so fucking hot.
You were unsure on if you should just keep up with the brattiness or not. Deep down you knew you weren't going to give her what she wanted.
That was too easy.
And you were technically already in some deep shit for the amount of teasing you'd been doing.
She promised some 69 last night and it didn't end up happening so you wanted to tease her again today.
Didn't work out as expected and now you didn't know how to play this.
Suddenly she pulls her hand away and snaps her fingers in front of your face, "Tell me."
You gulp and right there decide your fate and slowly shake your head no.
Her eyebrow arose again and her eyes went wide, nearly falling out as soon as you moved. "Ah so that's how we're playing it tonight huh angel?" She scoffs and moved a hand down her body, leaving it right on top of her bulge.
Your mouth watered and you watched with amusement and excitement in your eyes as she slowly started stroking it through her sweats.
You kept your mouth closed and your heart was racing just looking at her hand stroking her strap, the ultimate tease.
A silent rule to watch and that you weren't allowed to touch.
Mostly to see how long it'd take for you to break. Then she'd decide where to go from there.
An endless cycle from the amount of times you've had the urge to be bratty.
And it happened very often.
But she never complained. She secretly loved it if anything. She loved the so called "challenge" of testing you.
Seeing how far you could stick with your decisions before you beg for her to do something. Or let you do something.
Like right now where she could tell you wanted her cock. The way your lip trembled, eyes darkened, and the biggest indicator being how you squeezed your thighs together.
She wasn't going to break.
She never did.
If Kate was anything it was stubborn and in a situation like this, it always worked in her favor.
And you always broke.
"Kate please-" you burst out and she only scoffs, then clicks her tongue before speaking.
"That's a new score angel." She teases softly before bringing both hands on the waistband of her sweats and pulls them down.
Her cock springs up and you immediately put your hands on it but she shakes her head. "Stick your tongue out for me."
You open your mouth and stick your tongue out while letting go of the strap. She grabs it and smacks the tip on your tongue one time then again and again.
You flutter your lashes at her making her groan and tilt her head back. "God you look so fucking hot." She moans and looks back down at you.
"Gonna take my cock like the dirty girl you are, aren't you?" She murmurs and you nod.
You open your mouth and she thrusts her hips forward, making you instantly gag until she pulled back. She continued thrusting into your mouth but did it slowly.
She grabbed a fistful of your hair and made you take all of it until you were gagging on it again. You closed her eyes and felt her hands on the back of your head leaving no chance for you to escape but just accept your fate.
You take the entirety of her cock until she finally felt nice enough to let go of you and lets you pull away. A string of saliva dripped down to your chin then to your tits. "So fucking hot." She groans and wipes the saliva off your lips and puts her hand on her cock.
She strokes it, adding the saliva she picked up turning you on so much more than you were before.
You stick your tongue out and she slaps the tip on it again while you make direct eye contact with her.
"That's my pretty girl. So perfect and good when she wants to be." She coos making you squeeze your thighs together.
Your wetness seeping through your panties because you just couldn't help yourself.
"Let me use that mouth of yours angel." She murmurs before lowering her strap and placing it in your mouth.
You start sucking on it and stroking what you can't fit at first until you slowly but surely take all 8 inches. That's when Kate starts thrusting her hips forward purposely making you gag on it. You close your eyes and she continues, slow at first but then gradually increasing her pace.
She's moaning as she's fucking your face and you so badly want to see her face. So you open your eyes and look up at her, ignoring the tears that are forming and take the throat fucking she's giving you.
She looks down at you and her eyes rolls back. Her hands went back down to your head, making you stay still while she thrusts her hips faster.
The room is filled with the sounds of your gagging and Kate's moans and praises.
You not so secretly loved when Kate would do this, because she's definitely not forcing you, she just knows you too well to know how much you love this.
Suddenly she lets go of you and you take a deep breath before she quickly pulls you up from the floor and pushes you to the edge of the bed. She makes you lay down flat on your stomach with your feet still on the floor.
She lets go of you and takes a few second to admire you. Looking at the pretty purple lacy panties you wore with the matching bra, just for her.
Her hands go down to the thin waistband of the panties and slowly slides it down. You spread your legs a little and feel cold air against your slit as she brings it all the way down.
Your wetness completely drenched the panties and she didn't have the patience for more foreplay. You looked just about ready to take her and she desperately wanted to fuck you.
And she was luckily feeling nice and didn't feel the need to ask you to beg for it.
So she first rubbed the tip along your folds, wanting to lubricate it with your juices. She then slapped it from your slit and even down to your clit making you squirm.
"Fuck-" you moan and lift your ass up, desperately needing her inside you.
She then pulled back a bit and liked the tip to your entrance. At first making it seem like she'll take it slow and right when you were gonna complain about the torture she slammed into you.
"So tight for me huh pretty girl? Been needing daddy's cock?" Kate groans pulling out before pounding into you.
"FUCK — F-Fuck yes- yes daddy." You moan out and she moans, hands now gripping onto your hips while she thrusts her hips into yours.
"Dirty fucking girl." She groans and fucks you harder.
You let out a cry and nod your head. You bring your arms up and leave them in front of your face then place your head on them so she could hear your moans properly.
"Fuck daddy- always f-fucking me s-so good." You whimper making her moan.
"Sound so pretty angel. Just for me huh?" She purrs and you feel yourself clench around her cock.
"Only for you baby." You mumble and she starts slamming her cock into you harder.
You choked up and let out cries while she now starting hitting your g spot. "Holy fuck- oh god please-" you cried out and stuck your ass up.
Not even a second later her hand connected to your left cheek and you felt a hot sting before feeling it on the other side as well. "Shit!" You hissed then sighed when she massaged it.
"Taking my cock so well baby girl." She groans and smacks one cheek after the other.
"Fuck daddy." You cry and grip the blanket on your bed with one hand while the other is keeping your head up.
You felt that all too familiar feeling in your abdomen and you were trying your hardest to not fall because your legs were starting to shake.
It felt so good and it was like she hasn't done this in months but in reality it's only been a week maybe a little more but that was too much time without her fucking you.
Pure torture but all the brattiness paid off.
Until she stopped.
You whined and turned around when she pulled her cock out. "Kateeee-"
"You think you were gonna get rewarded for your bratty attitude all week? You're crazy." She says and smacks your ass again.
She then grabs your legs and helps you on the bed making you glare at her. She shrugs and gives you a face before she hops in next to you.
You were so fucking close and she just stopped????
What kind of psycho does that???
You faced away from her but that didn't stop her from first taking your bra off then from wrapping her arms around you.
You still felt her cock against your ass so you had a feeling she was plotting.
And oh was she.
She grabbed her cock and lined it up to your entrance making you gasp. "Maybe I should just cockwarm you all night... bet you'd love the feeling of being stuffed while you're asleep." She purrs into your ear and you felt goosebumps all over your body.
"Yes please- fuck please." You cried and she slipped it in.
"Maybe I'll move once you start falling asleep..." she trails on and you instantly closed your eyes.
"Do I have your consent?" She asks making you scoff.
"Absolutely- the least after what you did to me." You mutter and she smacks your thigh before wrapping her arm around your stomach.
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Decomposing (Will Graham Oneshot)
Character/s: Will, Jack mention
Word Count: 1,449
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A/N: My loves!!! This is the first fic of the writing event and I couldn't be happier with how it turned out!! Truthfully I had this idea even before the event lol, so I'm really glad I was able to share!! I love complicated relationships and issues within them. I had this scheduled for tomorrow, but ya gurl has no patience, so it's a day early! I would appreciate any and all feedback as this event progresses! Lmk if you'd like to be added to the tag list as well!!! ❤❤❤❤
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Fresh. Fresh wounds, fresh blood, fresh body, fresh relationship. Things are new. Awkward, fumbling hands unbuttoning his shirt, lifting it over his head. He does the same, your arms raised to ease the transition. A laugh, shy and blushing. In bed, between the sheets, trying to catch your breath. Was it. . . okay? A smile. Yes, of course it was. A nod, a performance of understanding. Little left to say. In the morning coffee, eggs. That’s all there is in the fridge. There’s no label, no pet names you call one another. There’s a line you refuse to cross. Bodies panting, laughing, but that’s all it is. Picking your clothes off the floor, disappearing into the shower. He heads downstairs. The dogs eager to greet him. You find him at the stove, the egg crackling in the pan. The steam of the mugs warm your face. Unsure of which seat to take. You’ve never done this before. You followed a pattern. Slipping from his bed before the sun rose. Leaving a note, something witty, without sincerity, closing the door behind you. Go home. Shower. Change. Running late. Find him in the lab with you co-workers. Bodies on slabs. What's left of them, anyways. He doesn’t look at you. He doesn’t look at any of you. Offering a quiet moment, the rest of the team filing out the door, he ways, slipping a note into your lab coat pocket. You don’t react. Your eyes averted, too busy listening to Jack to notice until the end of the day. Something sweet. You know his handwriting even without his signature. You shouldn’t be doing this. You shouldn’t smile at the thought of him. Hoping he’ll look at you, even for a second. It’s against the rules. It’s against everything. And yet. . .
Bloat. The body swells, the gasses of the abdomen created by bacteria. The skin begins to blister. You crossed the line. An unspeakable, invisible line you step over not without hesitation. Not just sex. The last note he left you, sleeping on your desk, folded with your name on it. Will you go on a date with me? Nothing else. You hold it in your hand, reading it over and over again, wondering if it was a joke. No, you conclude, Will wouldn’t do that. Humiliate you. You wait for him in the parking lot, the note burning a hole in your pocket. You don’t know what you’re going to say until the words are already out of your mouth. Does Friday night work? He isn’t perplexed by lack of context. There are no formalities or small talk. He smiles. Says it’s great, that he’ll pick you up around seven. You don’t realize you’re grinning until you pull into the driveway. Your entire closet is thrown across your bed. What message are you trying to convey? That this is a one time thing? That it’s serious from the start? You don’t want to scare him away. You don’t want to get your hopes up. You’re not even sure you want this to turn into anything. Maybe you should have said no. come up with a lame excuse long enough to buy you some time. Let him down gently. Explain this relationship was purely sexual. It isn’t against the rules. No one can stop this date on a technicality. But there are social norms to uphold. If anyone hears about it, if anyone saw you talking, you knew you’d hear about it for a long time. Katz would be cool, kind even, rooting you on. Zeller and Price are a different story. Crude jokes most likely, then invasive questions, vulgar assumptions the both of you would try to deny. Was it really worth the risk?
Active decay. Teeth and nails begin to fall out. Muscles and soft tissue begin to liquify, oozing from the body. He asked you to move in with him. It only made sense. Your lease was up soon and you’ve been official for nearly a year. You spent every night you could with him, too.. You don’t mind the dogs? Others would. The smell when they come in from the rain. Collecting them from the woods, the land, when he sleepwalks, the front door like a gaping mouth. Wide open. I adore them, Will. And you do. Spoiling them with toys and treats. Relief settles over his features. Bring what will fit. Clothes mostly, kitchen appliances and some furniture. He unpacks with precision. Labeling every box. Moving from room to room until your books and his and intertwined, your mugs nestled between his, your clothes folded beside his. It only takes a weekend. When it’s done there’s an air of relief. Not just practical, but a bandaid. Stitches for a wound that won’t stop bleeding. Things weren’t perfect, but what relationship was? Jack knows. You told him together. His face is hard to read, his words unemotional. Don’t let it interfere with your work. Of course, sir. Will squeezes your hand under the table. It went better than you expected. Later, when he can pull you aside, he asks what’s been on his mind. Is it serious? You’re not sure how to answer. At the time, it had only been a few months. You hoped it was. He must’ve said something to him, too. Unusually quiet. Hey, you say, it’ll be okay. He nods. It doesn’t stop the inevitable fight. Jack doesn’t think you’re good for Will. A distraction. A plaything. Do you really believe him? Hurt embedded in your voice. I don’t know. He sounds so small. Later, he will apologize. You will forgive, but not forget.
Advanced decay. Soft tissue decomposes, leaving behind bones, hair, cartilage, ligaments, and byproducts. This is when the bugs begin to feed. You’re not on speaking terms. The team divides and conquers. Katz talks to him. She’s always liked him, checked in with him, puncturing the layers you have worked tirelessly to unfold. Price and Zeller talk to you as delicately as they are able to. Is the sex bad? It’s not worth the effort to answer. Seriously, what’s wrong? What did he do? Are we children of divorce now? You glare at them, the conversation dying. Its final breaths a bloody, gurgled gasp. You regret coming in together. The car ride home is silent. Between here and there, each of you opens your mouths, but nothing comes out. Apologies feel forced. Fake. The issues so tangled, so complicated, you are both the victim and the offender. You go to bed with a gap between you, a rift you’re not sure can be repaired. Things will get better, Katz offered quietly, as if speaking to the enemy. You thank her, though you’re not sure how it will. Time goes on. You can’t live like this and so, you cave in. your conversations are distant, polite, but nothing further. In front of others you are fine. They assume this fight – immortal, infinite – has passed. It hasn’t. He’s become sloppy. He blames you. You can’t shake that kind of thing when your lives are your careers. I don’t know if I can do this anymore. . .
Skeletonization. The body fully liquifies and the bones are exposed. Your things are no longer contaminated. Your books, your mugs, your furniture. Placed peacefully into boxes. You sleep alone these days. It was awkward, at first. Exchanging looks, pleasantries, trying not to have an audience for a show you didn’t realize you were performing. I’m sorry to hear that, Jack states when you break the news. The team, your team, are apologetic, too. It’s over. It’s done. You want to move on. You don’t. The both of you regret a lot of things. Whose fault was it? Yours for saying yes. His for asking in the first place. Maybe it started before that. The coffee you shared, the eggs he made, the steam of the shower. Broke routine. Price and Zeller lay off you for a while. Him, too. They joke about the dead rather than the living. Give it a few weeks, they’ll be back to their usual selves. Will’s right. You smile despite yourself. It could have been good. Your relationship could have survived. At least, that’s what you tell yourself when he is funny, when he is gentle, when is humane. It was already dead, another part of you speaks up, and you know it is right. You could crack its chest and break its ribs, but there was no saving it. There was no bringing it back because there was no life in the first place. Did you love him? Hannibal asks. You did, maybe you still do, but it’s not enough. It never was.
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“No way to right these wrongs/Either way, I'm feeling, it might just cost /something in the millions/I know that I can't resist/You know I can't just stop"-Somebody Else-
Saturday: Early Evening
“Are you sure you're okay with this, Sweetheart,” Folio asks her, removing her shirt and tossing it on the floor. His pupils instantly darken at seeing her small breasts covered by the black cotton bra. I should have known she was nothing fancy. Simple and basic; one hundred percent her and I couldn’t love it more. He hooks his fingers around the waistband of her shorts and pulls them down, revealing her matching panties, and tosses them over with the shirt. Both of them are silent as he stands there admiring her.
I grin at seeing her cheeks redden. “Nick, are you okay,” she asks sweetly. He nods and caresses her cheek. “Then why are you staring at me like that?” “Because, I love you and I love seeing you naked.” She giggles. “Well, technically, I’m not naked yet.” “Yeah, well give me two seconds and you will be!” Folio tackles her, grabbing her sides and making her squeal in delight. He puts her down, looking over at me. “You’re positive you want to do this?” he asks her, hesitatingly. “This was your idea, remember?” She slides her hands up his chest, running her fingers over his chin. "God, why are you so freaking cute?" Folio smiles, chuckling lightly.
He kisses her on the lips, holding her around the waist, closely. She doesn't let him go, but instead pulls him closer to her with their lips still locked tightly together, leading them over to the couch where she lowers herself down and spreading her legs wide open, running her hand over her covered pussy. She looks at me as she does it and I I groan, low and deep in my chest, biting the inside of my cheek. My cock is already so fucking hard, aching with the need to release. I grab it, rubbing it slightly to help ease the feeling, but it doesn’t help. “Fuck, baby,” Folio mutters, lowering himself down closer to her, bracing himself with one hand against the back of the couch while the other is trailing up the side of her neck and over her lips. “I want you too, Nick,” she says loud enough for me to hear. “I can’t let Noah have what he wants without you getting it too. I need to please you both.”
“Holy shit,” Folio laughs, grinning wildly as he rubs his crotch against her knee. There's no way she's implying what I think she's implying, but I ask anyway. “What are you saying, Princess? You want a threesome?” Folio looks from her to me and then back to her, waiting for her to answer, completely unsure if her heard me right. “Well, I don’t want you two to do anything, I just want you both to have me. I want to please both of you.” Folio looks over at me again, shaking his head slowly. His eyes are wide, proof of how surprised he is by her request. "Well?" “I’m game if you are,” he agrees. I look at her and watch the way her fingers wander purposely over her pussy, causing my heart to pound against my chest. It’s enough for me. “Fuck it. Fine, Princess. You can have us both.”
She smiles, licks her bottom lip, and turns back to Folio, reaching up to undo his belt. But before she follows through, she stops. “The mask." Her eyes light up. "What about it," he says quietly, dragging his finger down between her breasts. "You told me you brought it with you. If this is a masked affair then you need to play your part, too. Put the mask on for me, Nicky, please.” A wide grin spreads over his face. “You want me to wear the mask? You wanna fuck like we did at home the last time I wore it?” She nods her head, shyly, slipping the tip of her finger in between her teeth. Seeing it makes my heart race. The urgency of how much I'm needing her is disgusting, but I welcome it.
Folio leaves her, going over to his bag to retrieve the mask, and stares at me as he walks by. God, I hope this doesn’t turn into a fucking competition. When he returns to her, slipping the mask on as he stands before her, her hands return to his belt and continues their task of unbuckling it. “Is this better?” She grins approvingly and nods. She looks over at me, take a long breath as he pushes her black panties to the side and immediately slips his fingers inside her. The moan that escapes her goes straight to my cock, making the muscles in my abdomen tighten.
Holy fuck.
Inching closer to them, slipping my mask on and hiding behind the safety of the my alter ego, I focus on Folio as he works his finger deeper inside her walls, pulling small cries and whimpers from her. Her eyes are closed, focusing hard on the connection between her orgasm and Folio's fingers. Each one of her needy moans echo through the room, bouncing off the walls and into the deep caverns of my brain where I commit them to memory. Seeing the way Folio intently feels her, fucking her slowly but aggressively is almost too much. It's turning me on too much and I feel like I might cum just from watching them. I palm my swollen cock, groaning as I shift it beneath the confines of my pants, I focus my thoughts on the two of them instead of my need to cum, but it's impossible. The two go hand in hand at this point.
“Goddamn, sweetheart, Folio hums, licking his lips. "You're so fucking wet. Look how coated my fingers are,” he groans, pulling them out to show her how her arousal glistens on his fingers. "Nick," she moans, breathlessly as he takes them in his mouth and licks the taste of her. "Open," he commands her, and she listens, opening her mouth just enough for him to insert his two fingers inside her mouth. Her lips seal around them and she proceeds to suck them. She runs the side of her tongue against them, making Folio, curse an growl loudly. "Holy fuck, what are you trying to accomplish, baby?" he laughs nervously. She pulls him down to her lips and kisses him, and they put their tongues on full display, lapping and sucking, beneath a heated kiss. His fingers find her pussy again and he slips inside her, coating his fingers in her juices again, no doubt. I'm a fucking mess, consumed by a desperate lust to claim her body. I give up fighting and fully give into the need for the filthy dabauchery overtaking every thought that's crossing my mind.
“Are you this wet just for me or for him too?” Folio asks her, grinding his cock on her thigh as he braces himself against the couch while thrusting up inside mer. “Both,” she admits quickly and honestly. Folio’s head lowers, and he releases a deep grunt, overtaking her lips again. “If I wasn’t so turned on by it, I’d be fucking pissed,” he admits. Pulling his fingers out, he rips her panties off, purposely throwing them at my feet. I look up into the face of my mirror image, disgusted by the smug grin on his face. "Fuck you, Folio," I mumble. His mouth twitches an he gives me a lop-sided grin. But as soon as he turns away, I snatch the panties and shove them into my pocket.
Keeping his eyes focused on her, she gasps loudly the moment Folio thrusts his fingers back inside her more violently than before. He doesn’t give her time to react as he slams his lips into her and they take a moment to devour each other again. I groan, toss my head back, and palm myself again, trying to alleviate the growing pressure that’s rapidly building. “Oh god, baby, that feels so good,” she moans, arching her back and bucking her hips while reaching for Folio. He comes back into her embrace, kissing her and praising her while giving her what she wants with just his fingers. “I know you like this, baby, but I’m dying to taste you,” he mumbles against her lips. “I wanna eat you and make you cum on my tongue, just like I did this morning,” he grins, pulling his fingers out of her one more time. My heart is racing over what I’m about to see. Folio glances over at me, checking to see if I'm still watching, and once he's satisfied, he turns back to her “Noah’s watching, baby. You got to show him how good I can make you cum, show him who owns this sweet pussy of yours." She sighs, as he places gentle kisses on her belly. "Tease him sweetheart. Make him want you." Folio inches his way down her body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. She places her hands on either side of head, guiding him along her body, tangling her fingers in his hair once he finds her clit.
She allows her legs to fall wide open, revealing that sweet, decadent spot of hers that is the center of all her pleasure. My jaw drops at the sight of it. It's pink, wet and so fucking beautiful. I lick my lips, parting them in desperation to feel it beneath my tongue. The feeling is too much. I need to get off from watching this. It's the only thing that will satisfy me. Like an addict craving his addiction, I quickly undo the strings to my pants, freeing my hard swollen shaft, I pump it a few times, sighing loudly as a copious amount of precum coats my fingers, creating the perfect lubricant for what I'm about to do. I run my hand over the tip, letting my head fall back, the moment I see Folio dive in fully masked, sliding his tongue up her slit, sucking her clit, slowly.
Her breath catches in the back of her throat, arching her back the moment Folio take her swollen bud between his teeth and flicks it with the tip of his tongue. She cries out, moaning his name like a prayer grinding her cunt against his face in a desperate attempt to feel more. This is so fucking wrong, watching them like own personal porno, I can't pry my eyes away. I don't want to, honestly. The feeling rushing through my veins is unlike anything other feeling I've ever felt. "Oh, fuck," I moan, taking my balls in my hand and rubbing them around in my hand. My legs are trembling as they try to hold my weight up, biting back moans that are desperately trying to escape. My heart’s pounding in my chest. I can’t suppress the arousal building in me or how good it feels sliding my hands in and out over my erection. I want to cum so badly, but not yet. “Oh fuck, Noah!”
I raise my head only to find her staring at me. She's grinning in surprise, while pushing Folio's face harder into core. “You have no idea how fucking hot you look right now.” My heart pounds against my chest from both arousal and excitement. “Yeah? Is this doing something for you, watching me get myself off while your boyfriend eats you out?" "Mmmhmm, yeah is does," she moans, licking her lips and furrowing her brows. "Does it make you want to cum hard, baby? Do you want to cum for just Folio or for me too?" Her pants are becoming more erratic, her chest heaving in and out faster. "I want to cum for both of you," she whines. "I want, I, oh fuck baby," she moans, running her hands over the back Folio's head , fingers through his hair, gripping and pulling it. “Good fucking god," I breath, releasing an unrestrained moan. Folio stops and looks over at me. His mouth is soaked and so is the part of the mask where his nose is.
“Like what you see, brother?” he asks, voice deep and raspy. “She tastes fucking amazing,” he informs me, looking up at her. He kisses the insides of her thighs before she pushes him back into his place between her legs, where he dives right back in, devouring her. "Nick, baby, I'm so close." "I know you are. I can feel how tight you are," he says, laying his hand on her abdomen. "You're clenching around my tongue. I need you to cum for me, Sweetheart." Folio inserts his fingers inside her again, thrusting in and out while licking and swallowing up her juices. "Nick, I'm about to cum, baby. Shit," she moans, breathing erratically. Her thighs tighten around Folio's the moment her orgasm hits her, making her swear, while crying out Folio's name. "Don't stop, baby, she pants, holding him in place as she cums in his mouth like he wanted her too. I clench my teeth and groan, right before releasing my cum and spilling all over my hand and the floor. “Goddammit,” I hiss, dropping to my knees, completely out of breath. "Fuck me, motherfucker!"
I’ve never made myself cum that hard before. When I look over at them, Folio is wiping his face and she’s watching me with an alluring look that I never thought I’d see in her eyes. “That was so fucking hot, Sebastian,” she confesses with a grin. I’m still trying to catch my breath, but manage a light chuck as Folio tosses the towel at me.
“Look at her. She's so fucking gorgeous sitting there with her head back and mouth opened, waiting for our cum.” I stroke her face, humming in approval when she leans into my touch. The sight of her on her knees before the two of us, with her hands tied behind her back and wearing nothing but her black bra is a sight to behold; one that I'd been dying to see since the day I first met her. “Who’s going first?” Folio asks. “Why don't you go first? Show me how good her mouth can fuck.” Folio nods, undoing the button of his black jeans and stepping out of them. I caress her face as she looks up at me. I stare at her, wondering what the hell I was thinking when I made the choices that I did. What made me think I could find anything better than her. Folio steps up beside me wearing nothing but the black ski mask with eyes focused solely on his girl who’s about to give him what we're craving. Her face is flushed with a shade of light pink covering her cheeks and the way she licks her lips when Folio moves closer to her has my head running in circles.
Without hesitating, she takes him in her mouth, a little bit a first and then sliding down the whole length of his shaft, completely absorbing him. Folio throws his head back in complete ecstasy as she begins to suck his cock, glancing over at me with a grin. “She’s that good?” I asked, unable to take my eyes off her and the way her tongue slides up and down the back of his shaft. “Yeah, she’s that fucking good,” Folio growls. His hand lowers to her head as he brushes the loose hair out of her face. “Fuck me, baby, god dang,” he sighs. Slowly, he starts degradingly and savagely fucking her mouth, holding the base of it so she can take all of him until she's deep throating him. She gags when it hits the back of her throat, causing excess saliva to seep out and trickle down her chin.
Reaching down, I can't help but squeeze my cock again as I imagine her on her knees before me, and those red lips wrapped around my dick. Folio grabs her by the hair and holds her in place, picking up the pace of fucking her mouth, aiming to get the satisfaction he wants from her. The room is filled with her loud muffled moans and Folio’s harsh grunts and words of praise that have her in tears. “That’s it baby girl, take it all. Fuck my cock, just like that,” he growls, watching her intently. “Use your teeth, baby.” He hisses, releasing a feral grunt. “Drag them down my cock. God...damn, yeah that’s it baby, like that, he praises through endless pants. He pounds into her mouth releasing a string of curses. “You like it, I know you do. You love it when I fuck your mouth like this." It's not much longer that his thrusts start to grow sloppy and weak, signaling he’s nearing the edge. “Baby girl, you're making me cum," he moans. His thrusts grow shorter and softer. “Shit, shit, fuck baby, don't stop, don't stop, I'm gonna cum, fuck!” he yells again before pulling out of her mouth and spilling his cum all over her breasts and thighs. “Ughh, fuck baby,” Folio pants, bracing himself against her shoulder.
She’s spent for the moment. Her head hangs low while her body collapses. “I’ll get a towel.” “Leave it,” I order Folio. "I love the sight of her so fucking wrecked." I slip out of my pants and briefs and shamelessly stand before as she slowly raises her head and looks at me, following her eyes as they rake over my body. The soaking up the the ink covering my skin and I don't miss the way the corners of her mouth slightly turn up and her tongue passes over her lips like she knows she's about to taste something delicious. What I’m about to give her will leave a bitter craving in her mouth that she’ll never be able to get enough of.
“Look at me,” I order, pulling her head up by the hair with one hand while the other one pumps my shaft. The look in her eyes is mesmerizing. It's soft yet strong and intoxicating making me feel like I could drown in her very existence. "My turn, Princess." "You're turn Sebastian," she echo's swallowing hard. Carefully, I drag my eyes over her face, studying her features and seeing things about her I never have before. "How did are you so beautiful?" My forehead creases. "How did you get so gorgeous?" I can't help but snicker, making her smile. "I've always loved your smile," tracing her lips with my thumb. "I've always loved your eyes." Now I'm the one smiling.
I lean down and kiss her, surprised when I feel her kiss me back. "So you do like what you see, don't you?” She remains quiet, but her expression is very readable. “Yeah, you do. I know you do,” I grin. “Does the mask make you wet, pretty girl? Does it make the inside of your thighs shake and your pussy clench at the thought of me spreading you open wide and taking you, giving you all of me, right down to the very base of my cock.” "Jesus, Noah," she groans, swallowing hard again. I shake my head. "No baby. His face might be on my back, but it's me whose in your presence now. I can be your god if you want though." The quiet little whimpers that leave her are enough for me. "Worship me, Princess. And I promise you when I claim your sweet pussy as mine, I'll worship it and make you feel like a queen." A strained cry leaves her.
I message my cock, milking as much pre-cum out of it as I can, letting it seep onto my fingers. “Open up,” I order her, bringing my fingers to her mouth, and she obeys immediately, allowing me to slip my fingers in. I watch in awe as she sucks them, using her tongue to scrap herself off my skin and swallow. "What the fuck," I mutter, shaking my head. "You’re such a fucking tease,” humming so low it comes out in almost a growl. “Alright, Princess,” I say giving my shaft a few quick pumps, as I stand over of her. “If you can use that sweet mouth of yours to suck my fingers then I’m going to use it to fuck my cock until my cum is hitting you in the back of throat and dripping down your chin," bringing my hand to the back of her head. She looks up at me and leans in, closing her eyes the moment her lips part around my cock and she slowly begins to sink down on it, taking me gently in her mouth. Her tongue glides down the backside of it, and I sigh, throwing my hands to my face.
“Oh fucking god,” I gasp. My eyes flutter closed over the sensation her mouth brings me and I bite my knuckle, choking back so many moans as she works her tongue fearlessly against my cock, giving the veins and grooves plenty of attention. Glancing down, our eyes meet. Her deep, magnet stare pierces the armor on my heart, and straight away I’m feeling things for her that I never did before. My stomach tightens, every muscle in my body tenses. My breathing grows shaky and it suddenly feels like the room is spinning. “Yeah, just like that,” I say on an exhale, watching her parted lips slide up and down my cock. I’m engulfed in a wet heat that keeps growing the more she sucks and hollows out her cheeks, urging me to force her head down closer to the base of my shaft. She swirls and circles it with her tongue, flicking the tip and sucking the pre-cum that seeps out. “Holy shit, baby,” I gasp, pulling back from her mouth a bit. But my eyes remain fixed on her, loving the way she closes her eyes and hums as she works my dick, sucking and taking care of me.
“Ugh, you look so fucking beautiful with my cock in you mouth. You feel so damn good, god!” I praise her through clenched teeth. My hands move around and cup her face then snake to the back of her head again, entangling my fingers in her hair. I'm ready to use her in the most degrading way possible to get what I want. “Fuck, baby, I need more. Suck me harder, baby, faster. That's it!" My pace is suddenly brutal as I pound into her mouth. The fact that her hands are tied together and can’t touch me makes me have to work twice as hard and be aggressive with her in order to get what I want. “That’s it, god, fuck yes take it all baby, take it all,” moaning loudly and pressing deeper into her mouth. The tip of my cock hits the back of her throat and she gags, but I don't stop. I keep thrusting in and out of her mouth, keeping her right where I want her until I can hear her choked moans. “You’re such a dirty girl, baby, allowing me and Folio to do this to you. But you like it don’t you? Huh?” She gags again, saliva once again, sliding down her chin and dripping on her thighs.
“Fuck yeah you do. You like to get fucked rough don’t you? You like it when I degrade you and make you feel dirty, don’t you?” I growl, panting from the burning tension building up inside me. She’s in tears, makeup running down her face and looking absolutely fucked out of her mind. “Shit, I’m not going to last much longer!” I mutter, holding her face close to my cock, pushing her harder against me. With each thrust, I feel myself flex against her tongue. I’m almost there. “Harder baby, suck it harder. Just like that! Yeah, god yes. Make me cum for you, Princess. Show me how much you want it.” I can’t breath, can’t concentrate on anything other but her hungry mouth fucking my cock. “Baby, fuck, I can’t,” my voice is husky and strained. I look back down at her and at the sight of her hollowed, tear stained cheeks below. The sight of her is fucking perfect, just what I want. With a loud groan and one more hard thrust into her mouth, I explode a hot wave of cum inside her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, no doubt. My hips jerk violently as she continues to suck, swallowing every drop. “Shit baby, swallow me!” I cry out, panting heavily, I release my grip on her hair and pull out of her mouth as she slumps over where she’s kneeling. My heart is racing wildly in my chest and I feel a mixture of pain and pleasure pulsing through me.
“Fuck Noah! What the fuck was that?” Folio scolds me, kneeling down before her. He lifts her head, wiping her mouth with his shirt. “That,” I pant while adjusting the mask, “that was the best fucking head I’ve ever had, Folio! If that’s what she gives you every time….fuck man.” Looking at her, I'm starting to think maybe I went a little too far, that maybe I was wrong about being so forceful. “Princess, are you alright?” I ask as Folio helps her up off the floor. Her hesitation makes me worry, bringing those feelings from before back into play. I hurt her. Again, but physically this time. I just wanted to feel her on me, but never hurt her. “I’m good,” she admits, raising her face to look at me, but I don't believe her for one second. Her makeup is smeared, traces of it running down her face or smudged around her eyes. But she's still so unbelievably beautiful. “I just want to shower.”
“We’re not done yet, you know that, right?” She smiles as Folio undoes her restraints. “Of course we’re not. You promised to do sick, perverted things to me, remember?” She grins like the devil himself, following Folio into the bathroom, leaving me to myself with her last words hanging in the air like heavy rain clouds right before the storm. What the hell am I supposed to do now?
“That's it, lose yourself in me baby,” I coax her, slipping a finger inside her, salivating over how wet and warm she is. “Oh my god, Noah,” she pants and cries out beneath me. Her legs are wide open for me as she grinds her wet cunt hard against my hand while my fingers are trapped inside her, fucking her walls and feeling how they clench then loosen around them. If she feels this fucking good on my fingers I can’t even imagine what she’ll feel like wrapped around my cock.
Folio is standing beside me watching intently as I penetrate his girl with one of my long tattoo fingers, reaching places inside he never can. “Oh fuck, Noah,” she whimpers, bucking her hips. “Don't stop, please. That, right there,” she moans. “Yeah, is that the spot, Princess?” I add another finger, and thrust in and up, and she cries out, grabbing my wrist. “Yeah that's the spot, isn't it Folio?” I peer up at him and he just watches in eagerness. He's glued to the way she's moaning and working herself against my fingers. “It's different on that end isn't it?” Folio clenches his jaw, grinding his teeth. “Really fucking different. Shit,” he agrees, balling his hands into tight fists. Her fingers find her clit and, without shame, she begins to rub it in a weak attempt to get herself off. “No, move your hand,” I growl, pushing it away, frustrated with her for wanting to deny me the gratification. But she grabs my fingers, hooking her hand around my wrist. “If you want me to cum, then use your mouth, Noah. I want to watch you eat me.”
Her eyes shift over to Folio and I don't miss how enthralled he is. “You're enjoying this way too much," he tells her. "Are you jealous, Nicky?" Folio raises his brows in surprise. "Maybe I am. I've watched another man invade your body enough already." Her expression softens. Arching her head back to capture him in a slow, soft kiss, she smiles weakly. “I remember one time you said you would love to be on the other end, watching someone else pleasure me.” He tries to hide his embarrassed grin. “I did say that, didn't I?” “Yeah, you did,” running her finger down his black mask covered cheek then turning her attention back to me. I stare at her blankly through the eye holes of my own mask, wondering just where in the hell this new found confidence she's showing has come from. “You heard me,” she says, to me, voice thick with authority. I swallow hard. “Tell me again, Princess. Tell me what you want me to do.” My eyes are glued to hers and suddenly I’m starving for her, yearning to taste her.
She sits up, bringing her partially covered breasts closer to my face. I can smell the faint scent of Folio's release from earlier, as she protrudes them out a little more for my eyes to glimpse. My mouth waters, looking at the soft, plum flesh and I envision what they'll look like once I remove their cover. I slip my tongue between my lips, thinking about how they taste, fighting the urge to slip a finger down the warm little valley between her two small breasts. She raises my face to look at her. “Eyes up her, Sebastian,” she smirks. “Last name basis now? You keep calling me by my last name,” I grumble, looking down below as two of my fingers disappear inside her again. She moans and grinds her core against them. “We both know that's not your last name,” she mutters, sitting back against the couch, watching my hand, too. I raise my eyes to hers. “What do you want from me, Princess?” I thrust my fingers up inside her, twisting and curling them slowly while pinching her clit. Her desperate moans fill the empty silence around us as her hips rock involuntarily,
She runs her hand down the black cloth covering face, staring at me in the mask, studying me. I sit up on my knees meeting her lips as she grabs the bottom of the mask to pull me in closer. My hands snake around her face as she continues to attack my lips and my tongue, slipping her kisses down my neck and jawline. “Goddammit,” I sigh as her lips glide over my skin. "Why are you so irresistible?" "I'm not, you just might have low standards," she laughs, licking the skin of the serpent on my neck. “Fuck that; low standards. Really?" I scowl, grabbing her face. "You're anything but low standards, Princess." I laugh, lowering my head. "You're just that, a princess; my princess. You deserved to be worshiped, adored, revered." Her eyes bounce between mine. "And Nick does that," she convinces me, forcing a smile. I run my thumb across her cheek bone. "I know he does." "I love him, Noah." I wince from the pain her words instantly bring me. They're the death of my heart.
She leans over and plants her lips lightly on mine, distracting my from my thoughts, but I can't handle lightly. Forcing her mouth open with my tongue, I fight her for dominance and she quickly surrenders. "Tell me, what do you want from me, my princess?” She smiles against my lips, resting her forehead on mine and inhaling deeply. “I want you to eat me, Sebastian. Fuck me with that devilish tongue of yours and make me cum in your mouth” she begs. My eyes roll to the back of my head as my cock twitches and throbs between my legs. My knees weaken the more I resist her. “Not until you say, please,” I order in a throaty voice. Her answer comes out in a warm, shaky breath. “Please, Sir.”
Motherfucker.
Digging my fingers deep into her tender skin, hoping it’ll leave bruises, I grab her thighs with force and yank her down until her ass is hanging off the couch. “You want me to eat out this pretty little cunt of yours, Princess?” I taunt, my words soft but the words intentionally rough. “Tongue fuck you until you're begging me to let you cum? Is that what you want?” She nods quickly, biting her lip. “Use your words, baby,” I huff, positioning myself at the center of her core. “Yes, Noah please,” she begs, placing her hand on the back of my head. Her pussy is swollen yet still soaked and glistening from my fingers being inside her and I can smell her sex as I kiss the insides of her thighs, feeling her body jolt. “Easy, baby,” I say soothingly, blowing softly over her core. I’m aching to taste her, dying to have her bud between my teeth. I look up at her and she’s pleading with me through those warm brown eyes of hers, melting all of my resistance. Lifting both of her legs, I lay them on each of my shoulders, positioning myself perfectly at her core, and pepper the inside of it with kisses. My breath fans over her sensitive clit and she whines desperately, pathetically.
“When you’re with him, remember how hard I made you cum tonight. When you let Folio between you legs, remember the shape of my tongue deep inside you and the feeling of my mouth against your cunt long after tonight,” I whisper. She’s breathless beneath my touch as soon as I dive into her core, licking her clit slowly and running a finger through her slit. I don’t hesitate to insert two fingers, feeling her arch up off the couch, clawing the sofa cushion. “Such a fucking perfect pussy, pretty girl," I mumble against her sex, savoring the taste of her sweet precum. I flick her bud with my tongue, licking her up and back, then drag my covered nose aggressively up and her slit, just like I envisioned this morning. With no shame at all, she grinds against my face, letting out long, low moans as I devour her. “Oh God, Noah. Your tongue," she whines, loud and clear. "Noah, that feels so good,” she moans. “So fucking good,” panting between her short whines. Her cries become repetitive, her pants become erratic.
“She’s close,” Folio says squatting down next to me. It should feel weird as hell, him being this close to me as I have such an intimate moment with a woman, but for some reason it doesn't. Maybe because of who the woman is. In this moment, we share her. There is no line drawn to separate or establish ownership. “Keep doing what you’re doing, especially with your fingers," he instructs me. "She loves it when I eat and fuck her at the same time.” His words give me an idea. I let up on her for a moment and sit back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, looking over at Folio. His brown eyes are on fire with wanting her again, and the moment she looks at him that fire spreads over his entire face. She looks from Folio to me and her eyes tell me everything that she's afraid to say; she wants us both at the same time.
"She want's you to, don't you baby?" I glance at her. She a hot mess, waiting patiently to have her needs fulfilled. "You want his fingers and my mouth, don't you?" "What the fuck, Noah?" Folio scoffs. But when she doesn't disagree with me, he cocks his head, drawing his brows together. "Is that what you want, Sweetheart?" "I want you to to kiss me first, Nicky." Licking his lips, Folio crawls up her body and devours her mouth as her hands find his sides and dig their fingernails into his skin. "I do what you both, baby. I want you both to satisfy me." He sits back down next to me, staring at her in disbelief. "What's wrong? Didn't think she was this much a freak?" Folio quietly chuckles in disbelief. "Honestly, no I didn't. But it's so fucking hot and and addictive, Noah. It's so wrong, I know, but watching you with her, how she responds to you, fuck. The feeling is so satisfying."
"So you don't mind everything I've been doing to her?" He slowly turns and looks at me. "I just don't want you to hurt her." I give him a reassuring grin. "I promise I won't hurt her anymore, Folio. Not now, not ever." He nods slightly, looking back down at his girlfriend. "I'll do anything to please you baby. If this is what you want, then this is what you'll get." "Good," she answers. “Alright, Noah, let’s violate her together,” he agrees as an animalistic expression overtakes his eyes. “Let’s make her cum together.” I say nothing, only shift my body to give him some room. She looks down at the two of us and just stares for a moment. Her expression is soft and wistful and I melt when she reaches down and caresses my cheek, doing the same to Folio. He takes a quick breath and leans into her touch.
I can’t wait any longer. I pry my eyes off her and dive right back into her core, licking and sucking all of her that I can. She throws her head back, arching her back slightly, pushing her pussy harder into my face. My cock twitches and I moan, unable to get enough of her. Folio slips two fingers at a time inside her once I sit back, plunging deep into her slippery cunt. He works his fingers against her inner walls, twisting and turning his wrist, and pulling out only to slip back in while rubbing her clit with his thumb. Her sweet little cries quickly become needy, filthy noises as her lips spill desperate curses. Watching Folio finger fuck her is doing things to me I've never thought I’d get off on. What we’re doing is sick, it's wrong, but fuck, it feels so good. “Nicky,” she pants. “Nicky, I’m so close baby,” crying out and grabbing his wrist. “Do you want Noah to finish you? You’re so fucking tight, I know you’re close.” She quickly nods, but whimpers as soon as he slides his fingers out of her. Before he gets up, he pushes her legs apart until they’re wide open, exposing her entire core to both of us. “Oh, fuck,” I groan at the sight.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Folio says, glancing from her wet core to her face. He leans down and runs his tongue ever her entrance, licking her as if she’s candy on a stick. “Oh god, Nicky, please,” she whines, begging as she's reaching for him. Folio shakes his head, standing to his feet. “Nope, Noah’s going to finish you, sweetheart.” He glances at me, expression darkened with emotion. Lifting both her legs and resting them on my shoulders again, her thighs locked tight around my head, keeping me right where she wants me as I work my tongue over and deeper into her delicious pussy, lapping up her juices. Her hands snake over the back of my head and tug at the mask. I can't get enough of the way she pushes my face harder into her soaked core, mixed with my spit and her arousal. “Do you see the way I need you, Noah,” she whispers, rolling her hips against my face. "Do you feel what you do to me, taste what you put my body through?" “You only need me right now, because of how I’m making you feel, Princess, but you don’t need; you’ve never needed me.” The slow deep strokes of my tongue pull more sounds from her I never could have imagined. I begin to move with her, working her tight cunt with my tongue. "That's not true, Sebastian. I've always needed you. I always will."
I look up at her and find her staring longingly at me. There are faint tears behind her soft brown eyes. For a moment, I forget how to breath. "What does that mean, Princess?" "I don't know yet," she answers. "But for now, just use me how you want to Noah. Make my body always remember your touch. Scar me forever." "Jesus, fuck it," I mumble, unable to fight my urges anymore. My cock need her, I need her. I lower her legs and stand up, pulling her to her feet. “What’s happening, Noah? What are you doing?” she asks, anxiously. I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, not surprised by how light she is. “This is going to be cold,” I tell her, sitting her down on the table. She gasps. “Fuck that’s cold.” “Told you,” I smirk. She just glares at me. I undo the clasp of her bra and take it off her, throwing it on the floor. I groan at the sight of her tits, so perky, so pale. I grab both of the them and roll them around in my hands, basking in the feeling of them. Pushing her down, I lay her on her back, taking a moment to observe her beautiful body spread out on full display.
She purposely lets her legs fall open, exposing everything to me, slipping a finger inside herself. Her head falls back as I watch her prod her own entrance. "Jesus, fuck!" I grind my teeth while shaking my head. "What are you trying to accomplish, baby?" Her laughter fills the air. "Making you and Folio cum," she states so casually. "I'm almost there, Sweetheart," Folio claims. He gets up from the chair he's sitting in and comes over to us. "Why are you such a tease?" "I'm not. I'm not doing anything you two haven't seen before." "Yeah, but we've never see you do it. That's the difference." She doesn't respond, only continues prodding herself.
“Does she do this a lot?” Folio grins, watching the smile creep over her face as she dances her hand around her hard nipples and glistening pussy. "I've watched her get herself off like this only a few times. She’s a tease, a temptress, but fuck me… she’s perfect.” Folio’s voice catches in the back of his throat and he clears it. “I love her, Noah. I’m so fucking in love with her that the thought of loosing her keeps me up at night sometimes. I'm scared she’ll leave me for someone better?” I huff a laugh. “You’re crazy. There’s no one better for her than you, Folio.” “Yeah there is, there’s you.” My body tenses. I shake my head fiercely. “No, you're wrong. I’m not good for her, Nick. I’m everything she doesn’t deserve. I’m too toxic for her. You’re good to her. You’re everything she needs and more.” We both stare at her, watching as she sits up on her elbows, waiting.
“She’s never never gonna give you up, Folio. You have her heart; completely.” I pat him on the shoulder. Closing the gap between me and her, I lean down and kiss her. “You’re impossible,” I chide her, running my finger up her slit and inserting it inside her. Her hands wrap around my wrist, pushing me further into her and I feel my middle finger hit that soft, spongy spot, causing her to sit up and moan, clenching her jaw. “Oh, you like that, huh?” She nods rapidly, squeezing her eyes closed. “Fuck, Noah,” she breaths, staring into my eyes. She's so close to me, I can feel her warm breath on my lips. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Princess. I shouldn’t have been so cruel to you. God! I’m so fucking sorry.” She pulls me into her and attacks my lips, nipping them before our tongues crash together. Hers slides over mine, breathing into my mouth.
I push her back down and grab her hips, pulling her down closer to my cock. “I just want to get my tip wet,” I tell her as her eyes grow wide. "I’m not ready for you to cum on my cock yet, baby. I still need to make you cum in my mouth. But I just want to see how this feels,” I mutter, encircling my tip around her clit. “Ah, oh god,” she softly cries, watching me as I begin to tease her. “Fuck, Noah, you’re a lot bigger,” she gasps when I push into her entrance with the crown of my cock. “Damn, baby," I groan. Just her entrance alone feels heavenly. I drive the head in and out of her pussy, teasing her to the point that she’s a writhing mess beneath me. “Noah,” she pants, throwing her hands over her face, dragging them down slowly. “Noah, I,” she moans as I push into her again, making me grunt. “Ah, fuck, please, Noah, make me cum. I need it so badly,” she pleads with a whine. “Okay, Princess, since you said please.”
I drop to my knees and hold her legs up, instantly diving into her pussy with only one thing in mind. I push further into her, curling my tongue as I seal my mouth against her wet lips, sucking and working my face hard against her. “That’s, ohhh, f-fuck Noah!” Her breathing is erratic and her cries are louder. I raise my head, but replace my mouth with my fingers and slide them in and out fast and hard. “Don’t fucking fight it, Princess. Don’t fight how fucking much you want to cum for me.” Her eyes meet mine and I see that aroused flicker in them. I sink back down and continue to fuck her, alternating between my tongue and finger, knowing how close she is. I moan against her core. I can’t get enough of the way she tastes, the way she smells. Her sex is addictive and I just want to die right here between her thighs. She’s so sinfully delicious I never want to stop. “Oh god, don’t stop. Fff-fuck, Noah!” she cries. “I’m so close, don’t stop.” “Cum for me baby. Feed me. I’ll swallow all of you.” I beg, digging my fingertips deeper into her thighs.
Finally her orgasm explodes in my mouth, ripping through her savagely. She rides my face all through her release just like she did for me earlier, willingly lapping her entire mess. But this satisfies nothing in me. It’s not enough. I want more. I want to penetrate her insides, violate every part of her until I have her crying, screaming, and begging me to stop. I want her pathetically at my mercy Fuck! I need to fuck her hard; now. I climb to my feet and before she even has time to recover, I grab her arm and throw her over my shoulder again, grabbing the rope as I make my way to the bedroom, tossing her on the bed once there, climbing up behind her. Folio enters, watching as I get on my knees and shove her down into the mattress to tie her up. “What are you doing to her, Noah,” he asks hesitantly. “I’m restraining her again,” I answer calmly. “Why?” "Because I want too and because I can." I slip my arm under her and lift her ass up higher. It’s pale and beautiful, like a porcelain trinket you shouldn’t touch because it might break. Well, fuck that. I raise my hand and slap her ass cheek, groaning the instant she shrieks. “You like that, don’t you Princess. I knew you would. I know you like it rough.” I do it again, this time to the other side. Her moan echoes through the room. "Fuck, Noah."
The sight of her face down and ass up awakens the inner monster in me, bringing out the depraved hunger in me of wanting to see her squirm and writhe beneath the force of my desire. “You like it don’t you baby?” She whimpers, but answers that she does. Her confession surprises Folio as he enters the room. "Holy shit, Noah. Did you spank her?" "Twice," I admit. He looks down at her, caressing her back. “You like Noah being rough with you; tying you up and spanking you, baby?" “Yes,” she quickly admits. Even through the mask, I can see a deep craving settle in his eyes. “Come on, Folio. I know you have it in you. That one night in the kitchen when you had her bent over the kitchen table was insane. Don’t deny it felt great.”
He glances at me with a darkened look. “You wanna feel his hand on your ass again?” he teases, running his hand over the smooth red skin of her ass cheek, watching her cringe. He leans down and kisses the redness, softly gliding his lips, tongue, and the tip of his nose over her skin and making her shudder. A soft moan slips past her lips, making my cock twitch. I’m swollen hard again and in need of a desperate release. “I want to feel yours, baby, she whines, practically begging him for it. Folio doesn’t bother to answer. He just raises his hand and lets it come down with a loud slap. She screams, followed by another ungodly moan and Folio groans, throwing his head back while palming his cock. “Feels fucking good, doesn’t it,” I chuckle, gloating in the fact that I was right and he knows it. He looks over at me, but doesn’t say anything. His eyes say it all; he’s turned on by her pain.
“You want it rough baby? You want me to make it hurt?” he growls, letting his hand come down on her again. “Fuck, Nicky,” she cries, burying her face in the mattress. He kneels down at the side of the bed, brushing hair out of her eyes. She shakes her head at whatever he says to her and slides his hand into one of hers that’s still loosely bound behind her, squeezing it and kissing her on the lips before standing back up, taking his mask off. “I know I told you anything goes, but I swear to god Noah, if you hurt her in any way that makes her feel uncomfortable,” “I won’t, I promise, Nick. You should know that. I love her.” His eyes grow wide. “Don’t look surprised. You and I both know you’re not. You’ve known for a long time.” “Why do you think I suggested this?” I nod. “I’m just not used to hearing you say it.”
I run my hand gently over her bottom, over the red welted hand prints of both mine and Folio’s and notice how her body flinches from my touch. It strikes an ache in my heart. “It’s not going to change anything though, Noah, you know that, right? None of this will. After tonight, you and her will have your shit worked out and she and I can finally move on together; finally bury the past.” I look back down at her and run my hand up her spine, only to feel her skin prickle from my touch. “But it does, Folio. It changes everything even if it’s only for tonight. I don’t think she’s going to want to give me up that easily after tonight, and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to either.” “You have no choice, Noah. She’s mine.” Without another word, Folio walks off, heading towards the bathroom.
“Noah,” she calls to me softly. I climb onto the bed behind her and wrap my arm around her waist, lifting her up to her knees. I lean over her back to kiss the side of her face, but she turns her head quick enough for our lips to collide. The heat that engulfs us is overwhelming. I can’t stop the way my tongue immediately consumes the inside of her mouth tasting what remains of my cum from earlier or the way my hands snake around her throat, fingers trailing covetously over her skin. She whimpers quietly beneath my kiss and my touch. “I think you liked being spanked by me a little too much, didn’t you.” She shakes her head, but I reach under her and feel her warm, soaked cunt. “Lier,” I whisper in her ear. You wanna feel my hand on your ass again? You want it to hurt?” Her muffled moan is the only answer I need. Shoving her back down on the bed, I spank her again, harder this time and she bucks, screaming into the mattress. “I knew you like it rough.” “Maybe I do,” she fires back, choking back a moan, “but I hate fucking mind games, Noah!”
Her words hit me in the chest like a gut punch to the stomach. “You fucked with my head for so long and now you’re fucking with my heart, and I can’t handle it anymore.” “I know, okay! I know the things I did to you, the mind games I played with you were wrong. And I know that what we’re doing now is wrong! I'm sorry! Okay! I’m fucking sorry.” I can’t breathe. My chest is so tight and I feel like the walls are closing in on me. I hear her breath catch in the back of her throat as she chokes back a sob. “I just fucking wanted you so much, Princess, but I was scared you didn't want me,” I confess no longer caring how desperate or pathetic I sound to her. Unable to control the urge, I slide one of my fingers deep into her cunt, feeling how drenched in arousal she is as she clenches around me, making me groan in an aching neediness to possess her. “I thought that I wasn’t good enough for you. I thought that if I was mean enough to you it would change how my heart felt about you.”
Folio walks back into the room, and I can feel his eyes on my back but I no longer care about him or his feelings. I only care about one thing right now; the woman beneath me. This is our moment. This is where we work our shit out. We’ll just fuck it out of each other until neither one of us is in pain anymore. “And did it work?” she asks, barely above a whisper, gasping when I pull my finger out of her. “…. No. It only made me want you more,” I say without hesitation, sucking her juice off my finger. A single tear slides down her cheek, causing my heart to plummet to the pit of my stomach. “Noah, you have me right now to do whatever you want to me, to make me feel whatever, however you want.” My hand around her waist drifts to the warmth of her pussy again. She bucks her hips and moans at the feeling of my hand all over her soaked cunt, my long fingers slipping and sliding in and out of her. She feels so fucking good.
“Jesus,” I pant, licking my dry lips. I'm rutting against her ass like a pathetic animal in heat, looking for any way to satisfy the aching swelling of my cock. “I don't want to hurt you.” “Then don’t. But I can take a little more just this last time. So fuck me like you mean in Noah. Fuck me like you’ll never have me again, because you won’t.” Her words are a blow to my heart, one that I fully deserve. But I’m too overwhelmed with a need to be inside her to care about that right now. All I want to do now is do what she told me to do; fuck her like I mean it. I raise her up until her back is against my chest and her hands graze the side of my cock, making me buck against her.
Wrapping me giant hands around her small breasts, I squeeze them vigorously like a depraved mad man shifting my long body awkwardly around just to take part of one in my mouth. I devour as much of it as I can from the angle I'm at, taking her pebbled nipple between my teeth and suck on it. Her labored breathing has me sitting back and her head falling against my shoulder.
Running my hands over her sides, I slide them up and over her nipples. Her breath hitches as she inhales and I can hear the quiet moans that leave her every time I drag the middle of my palms over the pebbled flesh, pinching them hard between my thumb and finger. She thrusts her ass against me, rutting my cock She’s pathetic, desperate, and needy, yet beautiful, resilient, and irresistible. I’m obsessed with her. Taking her breasts fully into my hands, I knead the warm flesh feeling the aching and throbbing in my balls from the need to have my cock buried inside her. Our breathing together escalates until we’re both panting and writhing in each other's arms. “Fuck me,” she whimpers, running her lips over my jaw line. “I need you in me. I want you, Noah.” “I should make you say please,” I say, my voice husky and dry. She moans when I pinch her nipples and rubs her ass against my cock again. “Dammit Noah, just stop talking and fuck me,” she seethes.
“Fuck,” I hiss, “but I like you desperate and demanding, so fucking needy,” I growl. I let her go and shove her back down on the mattress, lifting her ass up again and positioning where I want her. I grab the base of her neck, pressing down to hold her firm against the mattress and align my cock up to her entrance. “Say it again, Princess,” I order, this time with as much aggression that I can pull out of me. “Fuck me, Noah, please.” “Louder!” “Noah,” she softly cries. “So Folio can hear it, Princess.” “God! Fuck me Noah. I want you to fuck me!” I look over at Folio, and he’s sitting on the couch, watching us intently. But the second his eyes glance over me, he lowers his head, throwing his hands over top. “I’m going to ruin the fuck out of you, Princess.” “Then ruin me.” Fuck.
TO BE CONTINUED...
#noah sebastian#nick folio#bad omens#bad omens cult#bad omens band#bad omens fanfiction#noah sebastian fanfic#noah sebastian fanfiction#nick folio fanfiction#nick folio fan fiction
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Tagged by.... a few people and I'm so sorry if you gave me an OC, I will go back through my notifs! Most recent was by @earthmoonz for Jerri which should be a delight lol Thanks friend!
The BOLD THE FACTS tag by @helenofsimblr
The Rules are simple! Tag people and name a character you want to know more about! If you want to let the person you tagged decide who to showcase, then don’t name a character and they can pick somebody. Easy! The person who is tagged will then bold the remarks below which apply to their character &, if they want to, include a picture with their reply!
[ PERSONAL ]
$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty
✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable
✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working (hustling, basically) / unsure / other
✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other (Jerri did not make it past the 10th grade IIRC)
✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet (at least not the latest "crime") / yes, but charges were dismissed
[ FAMILY ]
◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children /wants children
◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased
◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable (Jerri was raised by the streets, doesn't know her dad and her mom didn't really give a shit)
[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]
♦ extroverted / introverted/ in between
♦ disorganized / organized / in between
♦ close minded / open-minded / in between
♦ calm / anxious /in between
♦ disagreeable / agreeable/ in between
♦ cautious / reckless / in between
♦ patient / impatient / in between
♦ outspoken / reserved / in between
♦ leader / follower / in between
♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between
♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between
♦ traditional / modern / in between
♦ hard-working / lazy / in between
♦ cultured /uncultured / in between / unknown
♦ loyal (asf) / disloyal / unknown
♦ faithful/ unfaithful / unknown
[ BELIEFS ]
★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic
☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes /no / don’t know / don’t care
✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious
❀ Philosophical: yes / no
[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]
❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual
❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless
♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral /romance favorable /naive and clueless / romance suspicious
❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious
⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all
⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all
[ ABILITIES ]
☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
[ HABITS ]
☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic
☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit /never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker
✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently (except weed shouldn't be classified as a drug; see below) / addict
✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess
☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater
$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic
♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently (them damn horse races in CR...) / compulsive gambler
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Sunday/Fic snip!
Thank you @spikybanana for the tag! It's technically Monday where I am but I'm still gonna post this one 😂
This is a Hartwin wip!!
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In a rare moment of inelegance, Roxy flapped her arms up and down, exasperated at Eggsy’s sheer bullheadedness. “If you don’t call that being head over poison-tipped Oxfords for you then what else could it be?”
Eggsy, the lovable idiot, just shrugged. “Indigestion? Or maybe diarrhea, I think he had the runs this morning.”
Roxy stared at him for a long, hard moment. When Eggsy started to squirm underneath her gaze, she whipped her phone out of her coat, pressed a few buttons, and brought it up to her ear. “Merlin? Merlin, we have a problem. I can’t deal with this.”
The phone’s speaker crackled with a sigh. “Ah. It seems like we find ourselves in the same circumstances, Lancelot.”
“Harry too?”
“Yes.”
“Goddamnit.”
“Um, Rox? What--”
She snapped her hand up and raised her index finger threateningly. Eggsy shut his mouth.
Roxy sighed. “Alright, then. Should we proceed with Plan B?”
“I believe it would be wise. Will fifteen minutes be enough?”
“Let’s make it twenty to be sure.”
“Fine by me.”
Roxy ended the call. She sighed once more and pinched the bridge of her nose, sensing an incoming headache.
The headache shuffled close to her, unsure of his welcome after Roxy’s admonishment. Before he could utter another word, however, Roxy grabbed Eggsy’s sleeve and began herding him away (more like dragging, if you asked Eggsy, but he was currently spluttering as his best mate started herding him someplace.)
“Roxy! What the hell is going on—stop that, you’re wrinkling my suit!”
“Shut up and follow,” Roxy growled.
Eggsy wisely shut up and followed.
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“He thought that Eggsy was blushing because of indigestion, Roxy. Who blushes because of that?” Merlin groaned, thumb and index finger coming together to massage the aching area between his brows. Roxy could relate.
“Oh my God. Eggsy said the same thing.”
“I don’t know what to do anymore with these oblivious idiots.”
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No pressure to do the game!! @tideswept @mischievouschan4
#i titled this fic idiots in oxfords#it seemed very fitting#kingsman#hartwin#hartwin fic wip#harry hart#eggsy unwin
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OC INTERVIEW : Lil V :)
thanks for the tag @v-eats-bugs (and @elvenbeard's post that reminded me that I have yet to do this even though I was tagged!) get ready for your local little guy answering some of your q's (this pic was supposed to just be a cover but it does make him look like he's answering these before bed in his jammies, which could fit too)
🔸Name?🔸 "Contrary to popular belief, it's not a pasta brand, but I would neither confirm or deny any guesses."
There's been wild rumors that he's changed his name to Vitoli or Viagra (Jackie's fault for that one) but nope, his name's still Vincent. His last name's Woodman or some other boring generated name hospitals print out for babies with no parents claiming them, so he never went by it. Great decision on his end, cus "Vincent Woodman-or-similarly-boring-sounding-last-name" sounds more like an accountant than a cool merc.
🔸Nickname?🔸 "Just V."
Before Atlanta, some 'friends' burned him and used him as scapegoat for a gig and he landed in prison because of it. His efforts to erase the records and leave much earlier than his sentence bankrupted him; but he got out and decided to wipe his slate clean. What better way to start a new life than with a new (technically just chopped down) name?
🔸Gender?🔸 "🤨📸"
Cis male. But he thinks it's weird if people gotta ask that.
🔸Star sign?🔸 "Aw fuck, I gotta ask Misty for that, I keep forgetting which one I am. Hang on."
This is totally not a cop-out cus i haven't played phantom liberty and therefore am still unsure when is his canon birthday. Either way he doesn't care about it that much.
🔸Height?🔸 "5'8 which I've heard is 173cm."
173cm is NOT 5'8, he's lying or simply getting it wrong, and frankly for night city denizens, that's more amusing to ponder than his height.
🔸Orientation?🔸 "Oh ;) I'm not picky! ;) heheh wait i mean 🤨📸"
Sometimes his excitement at the prospect of getting laid by hot men and women makes him forget to act cool and nonchalant about being bi.
🔸Nationality/Ethnicity?🔸 "I mean I'm pretty sure I gotta be somewhat white, but never knew the detes. Not gonna pay a corpo for them to tell me about it either, cus what do they know?"
He has a paler complexion, but sometimes his features on the right lighting kinda play tricks on you. With him being from Heywood and no parents to speak of, he has no idea if he could actually be part Hispanic or Asian or any other ethnicity. Obviously, he could pay to get some 2077 "hyper-accurate" version of 23andMe but he thinks that's bull and way too easy to fake. Totally just that and not cus he gave up on the idea of biological families anyways, nope.
🔸Fave fruit?🔸 "I dunno, never really had anything 'ganic 'cept some grapes and they were really sour, so probably not those. Pears are okay, I guess."
🔸Fave season?🔸 "Winter. Atlanta sucked but they had better winters."
Atlanta's winter was colder than Night City's, so the idea of spending the holidays just cold and broke with crippling loneliness sounded too horrible. He attempted to avoid this by treating himself to a 'real' white christmas experience, tried ice skating and making snow bunnies when it did snow and got hot chocolate and even bought himself some overpriced present and all that. Atlanta didn't work out, but he did like winter coming out of it, and he gets nostalgic of it when the holiday season come around.
🔸Fave flower?🔸 "Sunflowers. Oh, but cherry blossoms are really pretty too, even when they're just holos."
He doesn't tell this story much, but when he got out of prison, the field next to the road was riddled with dying sunflowers. Nothing welcomed him out of the gutter but those shriveled plants right next to ones that were done blooming couple weeks ago. If he had been able to get out earlier, he could've seen at least some of them in bloom. It should be a bitter thought and memory, but he found walking next to them very comforting. He has a soft spot in his heart for them ever since.
🔸Coffee, tea, hot chocolate?🔸 "Well not coffee, and not tea, so I guess hot chocolate it is. Actually, you have that iced?"
He used to think he's a coffee guy but dating Kerry made him realize the canned coffee he drinks are just sugar with a hint of caffeine flavor. (he hated the black ganic stuff Kerry drinks but powered through that One Time) In general though, he likes cold drinks more than hot ones.
🔸Average hours of sleep🔸 "I'd like to say 8 but I know that'd be lying. Probably closer to 5 or 6."
Don't get him wrong, he gets on the bed. He just scrolls his phone for hours after and doesn't sleep immediately when he gets on it is the problem. He falls asleep closer to 2-3AM, then wakes up at 8 or 9. This is a real issue if he stays the night over with Panam at camp, since the Aldecaldos are mostly early birds.
🔸Dog or Cat person?🔸 "Oh cat, definitely. Have you seen my cat Nibbles?" *queues up 100+ picture slides of her directly to your holo*
🔸Dream trip?🔸 "Antarctica, maybe? Heard it's kinda peaceful over there, and it'd be even colder than Atlanta so hell yeah, could get all cozy, bundled up and waddle around there for a bit."
🔸Fave Fictional Character🔸
to reiterate this post , he found a copy of Toy Story 4 and made fun of how Duke Caboom sounded like a chipper, Canadian version of Johnny. Then the whole 'guy who failed a stunt and got thrown in the trash because of it, is actually deeply terrified about the entire experience but still continues to be a happy dude' hit too close to home.
🔸Number of blankets they sleep with🔸 "??? People sleep with multiple blankets??"
Just one. He gets too cold even with it when he gets even sicker from the relic, so he sleeps with fuzzy socks too now. The idea of two blankets for one person never occurred to him.
🔸Random fact🔸 "Okay, I'm only gonna tell you this 'cus I'm back in Night City, and enough time has passed that no way anyone can actually get anything to stick to me... but back in Atlanta, I used to crash weddings. Not even for gigs, was just trying to avoid spending eddies on meals. It's really easy to just sneak in, especially if you wear some black cardigan, or flash a digital lanyard, or just walk really fast and with purpose. They just assume I'm part of the event organizer or one of the catering team, and let me in. Then you just act like you've been invited, grab a plate and mingle with some guests who don't look important. Was better entertainment than BDs too, hearing all the stuff about the bride and groom from different tables. Sometimes I just let slip some gossip I heard from another group to the current one I'm mingling with, and shit would hit the fan real quick, which means I get to delta nice and quiet. I wish I could stay for more of 'em, Atlanta weddings end a lot more in fist-fights than Night City ones, that's for sure."
Yeah so he might not know or realize this detail, but he most definitely was the reason those fist-fights happen and was part of the reason for the spike in divorce rate in Atlanta for a bit.
phew that was a lot of words. no pressure tagging @mail-me-a-snail @glitchinginthegarden and anyone else who'd like to join but haven't been tagged! :)
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WIP Wednesday
Thank you @sorceresssundries and @littlelostmabari for the tags! Getting to this a little late, but it's still technically Wednesday in my time zone so I'm still calling it good lol
I actually just recently finished a fic that I'll be posting shortly, so here's a snippet from the 2nd most recent thing I was working on, which is the jealous!Gale x Morrigan fic from my recent poll:
Morrigan entered, and Gale gestured to a pile of pillows off to one side. He set aside the book he'd had open as Morrigan went to sit. She froze, however, when he spoke.
“Sounded like you were having fun. Done cozying up with Karlach, then?”
Morrigan's stomach dropped and she huffed out a breath, the mirth leaving her immediately. “For fuck's sake, Gale,” she snapped. “I came here to talk things out, but if you're not ready to do that, perhaps I should come back later.”
“Wait!”
She had turned to leave, but his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, and she froze. She turned back and looked at him, unsure what to think.
“Let go,” she said, quietly but firmly.
“I-”
“Gale. Let go.”
And since it's so late and I'm not sure who all's been tagged, I'll just leave this as an open tag. If you're working on something and wanna share a snippet, please tag me! I'd love to see it!
#my writing#playing tag#wips#gale dekarios#gale x tav#morrigan#moon and stars#getting back to my hurt/comfort roots#this one IS gonna end in smut btw there's just a not insignificant amount of build-up first lol
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˚☽˚。⋆𓃦 ˚☽˚。⋆A Trans WereWolf In London˚☽˚。⋆𓃦 ˚☽˚。⋆ ˚☽˚。⋆𓃦 ˚☽˚。⋆Intro post˚☽˚。⋆𓃦 ˚☽˚。⋆ Hello there! I'm A trans Werewolf in London and you can refer to me as either Charlie or Dan (Reasonings in a sec) and this is My sideblog to posting things Canine related! Lets get started on what you all need to know about me then :3
⋆˚🐾˖°⋆˚🐾˖°⋆˚🐾˖°Key Information⋆˚🐾˖°⋆˚🐾˖°⋆˚🐾˖° -my name is Charlie/Dan, If you know me personally or follow this blog from Therian Guide I heavily advise you use these names going forward. I prefer to use these names to keep myself Anonymous from those who could know me, as I know that they are Tumblr. - I have to admit, both of these names have different Origins for me: Charlie is purely because of the Character from heartstopper, Its a piece of fiction I actively like. I chose Dan for my other name as it is the name for my werewolf oc (He's also technically alterhuman). I'm planning on doing some writing exercises on my writing account @seraphimsrevenge using him to create body horror through physical transformation.
-I use He/They/It/Xe pronouns, but if thats too difficult He/Him will do well enough on me. I am Currently reworking on a pronouns page so that I can delve into specifics but thats not done yet. -I should note that I am 16, so if you have minors DNI in your bio you shouldnt really be following me (This has happened before somehow) -Another thing I should note, is that I am autistic and have suspected ADHD and Dyslexia, I'm sometimes not good with English so I hope that you can bear with me as I struggle to spell. I should also note again that I'd prefer it if people were to use Tone Indicators around me the next section is going to be focusing on my identity as an Alterhuman.
𓃦𓃦𓃦𓃦𓃦𓃦𓃦𓃦𓃦𓃦My Alterhuman Identity𓃦𓃦𓃦𓃦𓃦𓃦𓃦𓃦𓃦 Like I have stated I am part of the Alterhuman community, I personally believe that I am a therian. I awakened around early April (if I remember correctly) during a bad spot in my life, this bad spot I hence believe led to my awakening as a way to potentially have some calm in my life in a way. Around this time I would begin to experience multiple dream shifts, At first I saw a figure that I thought was a Labrador, but I have my doubts now, the figure is now more canine like and as much as I do want to find the specific species, I am content with just being a Canine. The only features I can remember exactly is the black fur, and pointed ears and a tail. I also had begun to get phantom shifts, I began to feel more canine like, feeling those typical ears and tail, I could feel their movement and believed it was so real that I could feel them. I couldn't, and that is a thing that still makes me upset. There are times during these shifts that it gets so bad that I try to touch them, or am scared someone would see. But obviously they are not there. I would say Phantom shifts are some of my most common shifts. Although Since I am coming out of a period of deep repression of my identity I am unsure. I have also had mental shifts, these normally take a toll on me however, but I do feel more free in my more Canine mindset, I feel myself. these tend to flair up in areas of stress, but can also happen by themselves, so it is my most recent shift after embracing my identity again. There are sometimes I believe I had another life, I was a canine, yet everything is still blurry. However I think the main reason for my therianthropy is because of the fact I had a dog a child. I practically grew up with up her and learnt her ways, I felt so connected to her in a way that transcended a normal pet, I could relate to her, like I could see life through her eyes. So that is why I think I am a therian. Now lets get into the final Part of this introduction! What Tags I'll use and the content they will be used for!
𐂯🐾🐾𐂯🐺𐂯🐾My posts/Tags🐾𐂯🐺𐂯🐾🐾𐂯 #BarkNoBite🐾 = my tag I will Always use #MorningBarks🐾 = If I remember to do so I will whish you all a good morning with a canine image #SleepyWhines🐾 = If I remember before I fall asleep I will whish you all goodnight #CanineInLondon🐾 = A tag relating to my shifts #DansCanineMemories🐾 = If I ever get more info on this past life that I have felt and seen in my dreams then I will use this tag #DansCanineTheories🐾 = My tag of my Therianthropy experiences, all to my origins to my own theories of therianthropy #RunningWithTheWolves🐾 = dedicated to me posting about being a canine, typically sh!tposts about it #MascBites🐾 = Normally content focusing my Masculinity with my Canine self --> Technically can be seen as forcemasc content depending on the severity but it will be SFW.
🐾Closing thoughts🐾 Thank you if you were brave enough to read all of this, But even if you skim read this I hope you appreciate. Have a nice day and See you until I post again :3
#BarkNoBite🐾#MorningBarks🐾#SleepyWhines🐾#CanineInLondon🐾#DansCanineMemories🐾#DansCanineTheories🐾#RunningWithTheWolves🐾#MascBites🐾#alterhuman#therian#therianthropy#nonhuman#canine therian#canine theriotype
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Terrarium Lights, Part 2.1
Continuation of my Inkling's Challenge story, started >>here. Next part >>here. Not sure if I'm supposed to tag @inklings-challenge anymore since times have moved on, but will do so just to be on the safe (the tag may be ignored if so desired). Last time on Terrarium Lights: The ghost disappeared after getting an existential crisis when he realized he didn't know his own name, to everyone's surprise.
"I'm sorry."
Gail nearly jumped out of her skin, scattering her basket of freshly cleaned rocks across the dining room table. She wheeled around toward the kitchen, which had been empty a few moments earlier, to see the lad from before standing sheepishly in the middle of it.
She released her apron and took a deep breath.
"Oh?" She replied—with only a slight quiver in her voice—and allowed him to insert his own explanation.
Truth be told, she wasn't sure what he was apologizing for, unless it was scaring the living daylights out of her. It was, however, reassuring to see him again and to know she wouldn’t be stuck for the rest of her days with the mystery of what on God’s green Earth had happened.
"Well, I feel like I may have overreacted." He was looking at the floor, so she couldn't see the state of his eyes.
"About your memories?" She asked, and then mentally smacked her palm against her forehead. Perhaps it wouldn’t be wise to bring up the incident that had so upset him right the second he came back—in her defense, her heartbeat was still rather drowning out thought.
"Yeah."
"I see." Gail turned back to the table and started picking up the rocks—mostly shale and creek pebbles—from where they'd been flung, gathering her wits with them.
It had been several days since the ghost had come and gone.
At first she toyed with the idea that her mind was going on ahead of her to heaven. They did say solitude did odd things to mind, but while she didn't have concrete proof that the lad had been there, in the end she had decided to regard it as fact until proven otherwise. There were her sodden clothes and her pail of moss, confirming that she'd gone out in the rain at the very least.
After she'd settled that, she started to go over the interaction in her mind.
She had had no idea if he'd come back or not. Her gut reaction was that he would, someday. The whole venture was rather too strange and unfinished—he was clearly haunted by something, still. Whether or not she would be there to see it, she did not know.
Eventually, she decided that if he did return to her, she should handle him with more care and tact, and make him feel more generally comfortable before prodding at him again. That seemed like the best way to figure out what was going on, at least. From there—well, she didn't know. But one so rarely did know what one was doing, so that wasn't a great matter in the long run. Besides, if this was the Lord’s doing, he’d hardly abandon her here. Wasn’t His style.
And here the lad was, once again standing in her kitchen, though this time much shyer and more unsure, and she’d already prodded him more than she meant.
"I appreciate your thoughtfulness," she replied, rubbing her thumb across a smooth piece of shale. "Though I suppose I should apologize, myself, for startling you."
"Well, technically I think that was the kettle," he said with a nervous chuckle.
She snorted. "True. Dreadful loud that kettle is."
As she swept the last bits of rocks towards her, she heard him shuffling his feet. It was an odd sound. Not quite all there. "It… it doesn't seem to be raining anymore."
"Nice and sunny out, indeed." She kept an ear on him, still managing her rocks.
"Um. Thank you for letting me borrow your roof."
The rocks clattered back into the basket. "You're welcome to it as long as you might need."
"…Even if it's not raining anymore?"
She turned back round to face him and smiled. His eyes were a satisfying shade of brown. "Even then."
He beamed back.
Gail walked over to a makeshift desk to the side of the room and started sorting the rocks into their proper containers. Hesitantly, the lad hovered into the doorway between the kitchen and the dining room space.
“I… I still don’t really remember anything,” he said. “I think I have amnesia.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” Gail gave him a sympathetic look. “I don’t suppose there’s anything I can do to help with that?” She gestured for him to come closer.
“Well, I don’t know.” Like a puppy prepared to be yelled at, he edged further into the house. “In all honesty, the fact that I couldn’t remember anything terrified me. Still does, kind of, but it’s not as shocking now, I suppose. I don’t know why I didn’t realize. I mean, how do you forget your entire life but just not think about it? Doesn’t make sense.” He trailed off with an attempted chuckle.
“Maybe it was something that happened recently?”
He squinted at what she was doing, seemingly half-intrigued about her activity, half-absorbed in his own nervous narrative. “I… I don’t think so. Or maybe the amnesia was recent? I don’t know. I kind of… remembered bits? But it’s very fuzzy, like it might have happened in some odd kind of dream, a long time ago. Or maybe not that long ago. Dreams can be weird. But so can memories. Like when something happens yesterday but it feels like it’s always been your past, that kind of thing. Or at least that’s what last time I was here felt like, I think, but that could just be because that’s all I can remember right now. But I don’t even know how long ago it was that I was here. I get the impression that memories are tricky.”
“True, that,” Gail chuckled. “You said you remembered something, though?” She rubbed her thumb over the ridges of a large creek pebble appreciatively, then dropped it into its jar with a satisfying clink.
“What are you doing?” He asked, tilting his head, curiosity temporarily overshadowing his dilemma.
“Oh, me? Sorting rocks.”
“Why?”
“If I don’t, they’ll just be a mess.” She waved her hand over the assortment. “This way it’s easier to get at the ones I need.” She wasn’t sure if he was dodging the question again or just distracted.
“O-oh.”
She chuckled again. “For terrariums, that is. I’m not just mad about rocks, though I do like them.”
“Terrariums?”
“It’s a hobby of me and my husband’s. While he’s away, I gather materials—and sometimes do a few myself—and then when he’s back, we work on one together.” She was sorting them roughly by size and color. Absently she wondered if she’d need to take a trip to the shore sometime soon to stock back up on driftwood.
“Could I… maybe… see one?” He had his cautious puppy act on again.
Resisting the urge to kid him a bit for his skittishness, she nodded and went to the living room (really only a bulge on the side of the dining room, but still rather nice for sitting), and picked up one of the first ones she and Michael done together, in the bottom of a large, broken canning jar that had once been the size of a small bucket.
“Here,” she said, and held it towards him. “The edges aren’t sharp anymore. We sanded what we could and covered the rest with a sealant.”
It was a simple terrarium, really. Not much more than moss arranged around a large lump of red flint they’d found when wandering along the creek, with a few small little plants stuck in. And the container wasn’t the prettiest, with the sealant smeared across most of the edges around the opening. Still, it was a good memory, so she liked to keep it watered and tended, and even though she didn’t know what kind of moss they’d gathered, it was one of her favorites—it flowered in the summer and smelled lovely.
"Can I touch it?" He asked. When she nodded, he slowly reached out and put his hand in the container, running his fingers along the rock and pressing their tips gently against the moss. "It's so strangely soft and not soft." He looked up and smiled and his eyes were very brown. "It feels nice. Almost scratchy, but comfortable. I like its texture."
"Isn't it just lovely?" Gail agreed. "Moss is one of those things that isn't hard to find, but is still so satisfying every time you do. I think it's one of the marks that God made this world with love."
The lad nodded absently. He was frowning slightly, and for a moment didn't seem quite all there, his edges ever so slightly blurring.
"I think I remember something about moss," he said. "I'm not sure. But it wasn't very green, and there were whole plains of it. Underground, I think. And blue. I think we might have been safe there, but I don't know." He looked back up at her. "Does any of that sound… familiar? Since you know about moss."
The lad looked so hopeful, Gail wished she could say yes. "Well,” she replied, pursing her lips as if in deep thought, “we don't have many caves around these parts. Soil's not built for it. And I don’t profess to know much about the subject one way or the other, but I can't say as I'm familiar with blue moss."
"Oh." Feeling along the edges of where the rock and moss met, he pressed his hand down again, softly. Gail noticed that it did not leave much of an impression, if any. "Maybe it was just the way it looked? Maybe it wasn't blue." He withdrew his hand. "But if there are no caves around here… I don't know. It was certainly underground." He frowned. "Well, I'm pretty sure. I… I guess I can't say for certain, can I? Since I don't know."
Gail resisted the urge to set her terrarium down and pat his back or try to hug him. The poor lad looked frightfully lost. "Perhaps you were a traveler in your time, before coming here. I will admit, I don't know much about what lies beyond my little corner of the world, so who's to say caverns of blue moss might'nt be out there, somewhere?"
Even as she said the words, they felt unlikely. Maybe because she didn't quite believe them herself—but it was true, at least, that she didn't know much about the world beyond Florida, or even beyond this northern slice of it. She could have hope in her own ignorance, for the lad's sake. Perhaps her Michael might know, or she could write to her son up in the Northern colonies. They were both much more widely traveled.
"As your memories come back, mayhaps you might learn to know more about it."
He nodded, stuffing his hands in his pocket, eyes still on the ground. "I hope so. It's… disconcerting, to know so little about what you can trust from your own head."
"We'll figure it out," Gail said, wondering if there was any way to physically console someone who couldn't be touched.
"I… I also really don't mean to drag you into this," he said. "We're both just strangers to each other. I wouldn't want to presume too much on your hospitality."
Gail clucked her tongue at him as she put the terrarium on the table, where he could still find it if he wanted. "Trust me, young man, this would be the best use of my time. I couldn't in good conscience just turn you out, anyway, and well, what can I say? I'm a meddlesome old lady. I like fixing other peoples' problems, if I can."
"Oh." He picked at the edge of his waistcoat. "That's… that's really kind of you. I… I'm not sure what to say to that."
"You don't have to say anything, if you'd rather not. You're welcome to just be here for a bit, if you'd like."
"I… I think I'd like that." He looked up at her again. "I wouldn't be a bother if I just stood by and watched you work?"
"No bother at all." Gail waved a dismissive hand. "I guarantee you'll be a lot easier to work around than toddlers, though admittedly it has been… a few years, since I've had to do that. I'll just be working on a new terrarium, anyway, for old Mrs. Oberson. She's been quite sickly for a while now, and having living things about you really brightens a room up."
He followed her back to the desk, where she pulled out a largeish jar and set it up, hunting down the different components she needed from the desk, and adjusting her glasses to a higher zoom setting to better view the details. The plan for this terrarium lay on a card pinned to the desk, half-recipe, half-sketch. Michael had helped her come up with it before he left, and now was as good a time as any to get it going. She’d need more time, too, since her hands weren’t as steady as they used to be.
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tagged by @basuralindo — it seems that I post a section of WIP and tag people to also do the same? I'm not sure if anyone else is writing fic on my TL right now hahaha but! If you see this consider yourself tagged :)
Thanks for tagging me! Er, dunno why this got weirdly long for an excerpt... anyway... a small excerpt from 'heir apparent' the next bit of 'long live the king' series...
There isn't a body to bury.
STYX takes Leona Kingscholar's body away. Idia Shroud knows that it doesn't matter. There isn't a body because no one will remember Leona was even ever at Night Raven College. There's so much work for STYX to do. Idia's father even comes to school — for work, he says, but the first thing he does is check on Idia and Ortho — and then goes to Sunset Savanna. It turns out easiest to say that Leona Kingscholar had died in childhood, Overblotted after he found his sick mother hidden away as the family secret. It's an odd lie, Idia thinks when he reads the report but it turns out that Leona's birth had been difficult on the queen and some part of her had never recovered. When Leona had died apparently Lethe's memory wiping hadn't worked on her so spinning the lie around her insistence her son had gone to Night Raven College was necessary. It leaves a bad taste in Idia's mouth. He thinks about Ortho and really the entire Shroud family, doomed to be forgotten and also to drag whoever had the bad luck to get involved with them or too stained with blot down to hell with them. But inevitably, as he always does, Idia settles into resignation.
They make Ruggie the Housewarden. Headmaster Crowley hems and haws about it clearly unsure what to do with a Housewarden who doesn't come with prestige, power or money. All the students though know that Ruggie is — was — Leona's right hand. Even if he wasn't technically Vice Housewarden Ruggie was the heart and Leona the brain. If asked Ruggie would have declined but there's no asking when it comes to Overblot cleanup. They simply make it happen. Replacing that many memories is difficult and it's obvious that Ruggie can tell something is missing. Idia is glad he attends Housewarden meetings via tablet because he wouldn't be able to hide his expression, not with the stumbles over things Ruggie should know — if he is truly Housewarden — or the blanks in memory that everyone seems to share.
"And, on the topic of academic eligibility. . ." Vil Schoenheit intones. There is the barely veiled something in his voice. Idia would call it judgey. Riddle called it leadership. Azul only ever commented on it if he wanted something from either the party under scrutiny or Vil himself. Scarabia had no horse in the race and Kalim couldn't read Vil's tone anyway.
"Hm? What about it?" Ruggie asks.
"Test scores are posted publicly." Vil points out.
"Yeah? An' so what? Savanaclaw's meeting what we need to." Ruggie is defensive and Idia can't see his expression but imagines Ruggie must look trapped. Leona had been able to field scrutiny with the swagger of any jock alpha male but Ruggie had never been the type.
"There are academic standards to uphold." Riddle breaks in. "While bare minimum is something students can achieve as Housewarden you should be — "
"Should be this? Should be that? Who're you all to say that? I never asked for this. This ain't my job. It's — " Ruggie snaps and then his words come to a halt.
"Ahhh. Right. Right. Let's all just remember every dorm has its strength, right? Here at Ignihyde we're technomantic specialists. Pomefiore's being super bijin and Savanaclaw is meatheads good at throwing rocks. All this arguing is cutting into my game time. Hurry it up." Idia mutters. it successfully derails everyone from whatever Ruggie was going to say. ("Meatheads? I'll show you meathead." "Bijin? Please, Idia use normal language that doesn't reduce my students to just looks." "I notice you said nothing of Octavinelle." "Let's all get along like Idia-senpai said!")
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I am currently conceptualizing a fanfic idea in my head and wondering how it should be tagged or if I should be concerned about tagging this specific issue at all.
It is supposed to be about characters A, B and C.
First, character A is alive as a normal human being, and has a little fling or one night stand or affair with character B. Character B is a scientist who later develops a concept for an artificial being. Sometimes later, something happens to character A and they are forcefully transformed into a hybrid of human and machinery.
Some hundreds of years later, character A still exists. Character C is the artificial being first conceptualized by character B, although they were developed well after B's lifetime by someone else on the basis of B's notes. Characters A and C then cross paths, and character A manipulates character C in a way by using their being an artificial being against them.
Character A and C then also have a little fling because there is genuine sexual tension between them and C's attraction to A is also genuine despite A probably/possibly only manipulating C for their own gain, which C is aware of but they're like "eh, but A is hot, so I'll comply for now, I don't mind sleeping with them for them to think I am complying fullywith their plan and not plotting against them" and is quite content with getting sex out of it.
Now I am wondering whether and if yes how to tag this specific thing, I mean character A sleeping with two people who technically could be considered related by character C's standards/perception.
C doesn't know about it, and I'm not sure if I'll make character A remember they've slept with both or not, so it probably won't be an actual plot point but rather a thing that happens to have happened, if that makes sense.
I know it's not incest or something like that, but am unsure if I'll cause some shocked reactions and want to avoid accidentally being insensitive by not knowing stuff and want to tag it properly for both people who would be squicked and people who would be delighted to read such a thing...
Hope this makes sense, it's so hot here that my brain refuses to remember how to English properly.^^ Also I hope this is vague enough for the characters to not be identified immediately, ha :P
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Uh...
Being vague in these situations is never helpful.
Nothing you've written here suggests a particular tag to me, but maybe the actual details would. Who knows?
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