#thanks be to fast food restrooms

[foldingfittedsheets]

For a lot of years I struggled with IBS. When I first started dating my wife it was still pretty bad. I’d go from okay to about to shit myself in a single breath. They endeared themself to me early on by making a road ripping turn to get me to a gas station bathroom in a hurry.

Today after eating way too many sweets I got the closest I’ve been in a long time to contemplate what it would be like to clean up that kind of mess. But I made it.

[on-leatheredwings]

Dirty Laundry (18+)

Yandere! Dick Grayson x (Fem) Reader

> romantic, 18+ > Request: I think Dick would be a major creep and your rules didn't say anything about no nsft, so can I ask for a fic with this scenario: Dick stealing reader's underwear and using the dirty ones to get off while cumming into the clean ones. And putting the "clean" ones back into her dresser hoping she doesn't notice the stains and wears them? Thanks! > a/n: …………………………………… Ohhhh, so you’re crazy. Meaning, you’re just like me . thanks for the dick request i want to write him better/more ;u; had fun writing this! > tw: someone cumming in your panties without your consent or knowledge, so sexual assault. As well as yandere-typical thoughts and behaviors. > Word count: 1847 (Ugh this was supposed to be like 3 paragraphs max but i’m me.)

Dick’s your best friend. 

… You guess.

He was new to Blüdhaven, and you two just seemed to keep bumping into each other in the rare times you left your apartment. Might as well get to know the guy. You didn’t have much choice in the matter, once he attached to you. And that was okay, because you liked him back and, frankly, were in quite desperate need for friends. The man currently lounges on your bed, sifting through a magazine while you’re mixing audio for this indie rock cover band that’s commissioned you. That’s your side hustle and passion, when you’re not being a work-from-home researcher for S.T.A.R. Labs. 

You’re an hour into your work and Dick Grayson is lounging on his spot on your bed, because he has claimed a spot at this point. All is well with the world. Then, your stomach lets out a groan, and so do you.

A pair of eyes, all ocean blue and twinkling, slide over to you without a second’s hesitation. You meet them, unblinking and unperturbed. Does he know he’s kind of a freak? Being all light-eyed and adoring?

You stand up without fanfare, removing your headphones from your ears and letting them sit around the column of your neck.

“I’m going to get food from the place next door.”

You yawn and walk away from your desk. That usually was much harder for you, but Grayson’s presence in your life had made it more of a priority for you to care for yourself. “Don’t touch anything,” you say, plainly and without venom. Without another word, you’re gone, and Dick launches up from his seat once he hears the front door to your flat close.

He told himself he was going to do this today. He told himself, and he is a man of his word.

He opens the bottom drawer of your dresser, where he knows you keep your clean pairs of underwear. Then he trespasses into your closet, where he knows you keep your laundry basket.

Dick knows where a lot of things are in your apartment, and he has made it his job to know every inch of your bedroom specifically. When you leave the room, like times like this, he enjoys going around and familiarizing himself with everything. And he’s planted cameras, of course. He does leave your en-suite restroom alone, an act he pats himself on the back for. You deserved your privacy, after all. To his disappointment, you do tend to masturbate exclusively in the shower, and he must tide himself over with the audio his cameras pick up, rather than visuals.

After a moment’s hesitation, Dick buries his hands into your laundry basket. These were the things… you wore. His eyes twinkle as he smiles. Still, he had no time to waste. While often busy, the Chinese place you were at was also known for its fast service. Dick grabs the first pair of panties he sees: blue lace-trim, white in color, with blue gingham. You’re so cute. 

He sits in your closet, back to your hamper, slides off the jeans that look really good on him which he hopes you’ve noticed. All of these actions are done a little clumsier than normal because his pulse roars in his ears.

He lets his head fall backward, and he begins pumping his cock with your panties in that same hand. He thinks of your face, your body, your hands. He really likes your hands, so adept and amble, always flying across a keyboard or strumming a guitar. He thinks about the honest things you say, truthful but usually with tact. He thinks about your eyes crinkling when he’s being a show-off, and your pretty lips that you’re usually wetting with your tongue rather than finally just getting lip balm. 

At this point, Dick is a wreck, eyes glazed over and only half-open. His eyelashes flutter as he struggles to keep them open. He goes slack-jawed, pink lips only a little swollen from his biting down on them. He’s about to finish, he knows he is. It’s building in him like the birth of a tidal wave. Pre-cum and his sweat have soiled your gingham pair, and he looks at the very plain pair of navy blue boyshorts in his free hand, clenched into a fist. He finds himself blushing. Your underwear is so… you, and it’s hilarious that holding them in his hand is what is flustering him so much. Considering what he’s doing.

Dick whimpers, a sound that’s both embarrassing and utterly liberating. Pleasure pulses in between his legs, his back shoots into an arch, his balls hike up to the base of his cock. He cums with a raspy cry, right onto the crotch of your boyshorts. He had initially planned to just finish anywhere on the fabric, but at the last second decided to cum where your cunt would touch. He’s kind of romantic like that. (He’s also kind of a pervert, and he knows that.)

He pants in the afterglow of his orgasm, cheeks painted over with rosy pink. He tosses your white pair back into its home, the laundry basket.

His calloused fingers reach up for the corner of his mouth, which had been agape this whole while. 

… Was he drooling? 

Dick robotically proceeds to rub his semen into your underwear until it's just a dark stain. He pulls his dark jeans from the pool of black denim they formed at his ankles, he runs his fingers through his hair at a job well done. He returns your boyshorts to your dresser, neatly folding them like all the rest. And finally, he wipes his mouth. He returns to your bed, and it’s like nothing has happened since you left.

Dick Grayson – Gotham pretty boy, badass superhero – should probably cringe; in any other context, isn’t that so lame…? But considering it was you, honestly, what could he have expected…

You come back into your bedroom, a bag of takeout swinging from your hands. His eyes don’t leave you for an instant.

… You simply have that effect on him. 

You stomp through his room until you’re right in front of him, where he pretends to be scrolling on his phone. Your arms are akimbo as you stare down at him, blocking your room’s overhead light with your skull and casting your shadow over him. He looks up and smiles cheekily.

“Alright, Dickard.” Dick’s lips quirk. “Get out. I’m going to shower and change.” Sniffing yourself on the way back, you decided it was high time you did. 

Dick’s brain goes a mile a minute. Shower. Change. Underwear? His heart skitters but he doesn’t show it. 

“Aw, don’t let me stop you. Feel free,” he teasingly sings.

Your eye twitches and you take it upon yourself to physically move him. Not that you could if he chose to actually resist. You know that he must be strong, stronger than ‘doing acrobatics as a hobby’ must make someone. You’ve caught a peek at his abdomen and biceps now and then. Guy is ripped. 

“Go eat,” you order, throwing the takeout into his hand. “I got enough for the both of us.” Why, Dick could twirl his hair and kick his feet right now – despite a prickly exterior, you really were a sweetheart, weren’t you? He refuses to have you pay for him though. He will definitely be returning the favor thricefold.

You successfully shoo the six feet tall model out of your room. 

Once he’s out, you take your shower, standing for five minutes in the spray until it grows warm. You think with amusement at the idea of movies and TV making women showering such a sexy, erotic scene. Bitch, you are in here scrubbing pots and pans. 

After the job’s done, your feet land on your worn shower mat from college, and pad towards your bedroom once more. You catch a towel on your way there, belatedly remembering that Dick Grayson may still be loitering in your bedroom, and you weren’t too keen on the idea of him seeing your private bits. Warily shifting eyes from behind the door, you see no one’s around.

Knock knock. 

“Are you done?”

Dick’s voice from the hallway makes you panic, fearful that he may burst in before you’re ready and presentable. 

“Don’t you know it’s rude to interrupt a woman while she’s getting ready in her boudoir!“ you yell, hoping some rich person’s instinct suddenly clicks in him. You thought rich men were supposed to be gentlemanly. Really, ever since meeting Dick, who is son to the richest man in the state, you’ve learned rich people all must be whiny, clingy, braggers, show-offs, and sometimes, just plain brats. In your hurry, you swipe a panty from your drawer and slip it on past your thighs. Body still damp from the shower, you don’t notice anything. 

The rest of your clothes follow, and you choose to sit back down in your desk chair. You turn back to your double monitor set up, ready to become a screen zombie once more when you remember someone’s waiting for you.

Without turning around, you holler, “Come in.” 

Without a moment’s pause, Dick reenters, takeout plated for the both of you in each hand. He places one smoothly in front of you with butler-like precision. 

“Your meal, madam,” Dick says in a Parisian accent, and you do smile in amusement. His eyes dilate, but you don’t notice.

“Thank you, my fine sir,” you return, a little embarrassed, accent weak, but willing to keep up the bit.

Dick knows not to disturb you too much while you work, so he wanders away as you slip your headphones over your ears once more. But before returning to His Spot on the bed, he quietly treads to your dresser. He sneaks a glance to make sure you’re still occupied. And you are, that blue wash of light painting your skin. 

He pulls out the drawer, and– hhhhh.

He heaves with breath involuntarily, although it’s nearly imperceptible. You do make him slip more than he likes, but he’s experienced. He glances once more to make sure you didn’t hear that, and of course you didn’t. You’re still fiddling in Ableton Live.

He shuts the drawer and stalks to His Spot on the bed, and anyone who knows Dick Grayson would see that he is tense. He is stiff.

And how could he not be? You’re wearing the underwear he had cum on. Did you notice? Is this your way of coming onto him? No, you’re too forward to play games… Something he finds both refreshing and a shame, because he loves games. You simply mustn't have noticed. Regardless, the knowledge fills him with such ecstasy and arousal… and longing. 

He eyes you discreetly as his skin reddens. He tries to act natural by eating steaming orange chicken, plucking it from his plate with a chopstick. One day, he’ll have you, in body and soul. 

Until then, he can entertain himself with this game, however one-sided.

[coco-loco-nut]

Clumsy

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader, Lando Norris x Twin Sister

Summary: You can’t help it if you’re a little accident prone

a/n: thanks for the request!

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"Y/n, watch out," Lando grabs your arm, pulling you back. You give your twin a bewildered look before noticing the puddle on the ground.

"Thanks, Lan," you exhale. You and Lando were yin and yang. He was an asshole (at least to you), you were sweet and kind, he has done more than he will ever tell you, you are innocent compared to him, and Lando drives fast cars in circles following precise lines, you are always falling over the air.

"I don't think you should come out to the bars with us tonight," Lando says, a little too worried about you. He's your protective, slightly older brother.

"Lan, you never let me come out with you. Plus, you didn't invite me, Charlie did," you smile, referring to your boyfriend. Lando just shakes his head. You both somehow make it back to the hotel without incident.

"Charlie?" you call out to the shared room with your boyfriend. You hear the shower turn off so you just go to sit in the armchair to wait for him. You don't notice the bag on the floor and you trip, falling into the chair.

"Y/N!" Charles yelps, rushing out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist.

"Your fine- I mean, I'm fine," you stutter, blushing deeply. Charles let out an exhale, mixed with a bit of a laugh.

"What did you do, mon petit chou?" He asks, sitting on the bed.

"Tripped on the bag, in my defense it wasn't there earlier," you admit, laughing with Charles.

"Anything hurt?” Charles gives you a once over.

“My pride. Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” you lower your head in embarrassment.

“That’s ok. I’m going to finish getting ready for the bar,” Charles kisses you before heading back to the bathroom. You put on leather pants and a cute top you used to wear to parties while in Uni.

“You look beautiful, chérie,” Charles steps out, his damp hair pushed back and the top few buttons of his shirt undone. He has his glasses on, only making him more attractive.

“I’m going to be fighting girls off all night,” you smile as Charles pulls you against him, his hands resting on your lower back.

“Then it’s good that I only have eyes for you,” his nose brushes yours.You lean in, capturing his lips. You are interrupted by a knock on the door. “I’ll get it,” Charles groans, pulling himself away from you.

“Are you guys ready?” You hear Lando’s voice. You grab your purse, despite knowing Lando and Charles will pay for everything. Charles wraps his arm around your waist, keeping you close in case you run into something you might trip over.

Surprisingly, alcohol in your system makes you less clumsy, something that Lando and Charles were surprised to see. You were having a great time dancing with Charles, his hands on your waist holding you close. Lando gags watching you, but is distracted by other drivers. You and Charles go back to the bar to get another drink after the song ends.

“I bet you are gonna sleep well tonight, Charles,” one of the drivers winks at your boyfriend. You look confused, not picking up the innuendo, but you brush it off and order two more drinks. You were drunker than normal, more than you have been in a while, and your clumsiness is returning.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom,” you say in Charles’ ear.

“I’ll walk with you,” he says after noticing your stumbling. Oddly enough, there is no line in the women’s restroom so he walks in behind you, making sure you make it into a stall safely. You ram into the one wall, based on the thud he hears, and when you emerge there is a bruise on your arm.

“Amour,” Charles says, worried about you. “Want to go home? We can get you food to sober up,” he fusses, the both of you smell like alcohol.

“I’m okay,” you slur, Charles holds you steady while you wash your hands, seeing as how you stumbled to the sink. His grip doesn’t leave you as you go back to the bar to close the tab.

“Lando, we are going to food then heading back to the hotel,” Charles says, knowing you shouldn’t drink any more.

“I’ll go with you,” Lando excuses himself, wrapping his arm around you to help Charles. When you get to the fast food restaurant, Lando notices the bruise.

“What the hell happened?” Lando panics a little. Charles rakes his hand through his hair.

“Nothing, just an inchident,” Charles says. Distracted by Lando’s laugh at the phrase, neither of them notice that you slipped away to order food.

“Where’s Y/n?” Charles says, having a heart attack. You are clumsy, you could be on the road after being hit by a car, or bleeding out after accidentally cutting yourself with something sharp.

“Fuck!” Lando panics more, it takes them a minute to realize you are at the register fumbling with your purse. Charles inserts his credit card into the reader, paying for your meal.

“Charlie,” you pout.

“Stay by my side,” He kisses your pout. You make it home safe, likely due to the mother hens flanking you.

When you wake up, you feel Charles’ warm breath on your neck and his arms wrapped around you. You wiggle out, needing relief for your splitting headache. Unfortunately for you, this means you fell out of bed.

“Y/n?” Charles murmurs after hearing the thud. When he can’t feel your weight in his arms, he peers over your side of the bed to see you groaning on the floor. “You ok?” He asks, his morning voice deep and raspy.

“Hangover,” you groan, getting up to go to the bathroom. “Go back to sleep,” Charles doesn’t think much of it and waits for you to return to bed. He pulls you close when you lay back in bed, the best way to keep you safe are cuddles.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Musician Age Gap AU

Kara goes to the concert expecting nothing more than a tepid evening out. Well, as tepid as a night alone with her goddaughter could be. Esme has a knack for pulling Kara out of any funk she's in, no matter how deep her doldrums. And Esme's excitement to see this specific artist Kara's never heard of is nearly infectious.

Kara finds herself grinning in the car as Esme strictly tells her not to turn the radio on.

"They're gonna play one of her songs, and we need to go in fresh!"

So they simply chat on the ride to the arena, and upon arrival Kara is floored by the flood of people flowing from the parking lot to the venue itself.

"She's only the biggest name in pop music, Aunt Kara," Esme teases with a grin. "What did you expect?"

Kara's eyes go big with an exaggerated shrug of her eyebrows. "Not this!"

"Come on, old lady. This is why we got here early."

Esme finds fast friends among the other fans in line, but Kara steers clear of the parents clearly commisserating over the ordeal. She's not a parent, just a chaperone, and she has no intention of allowing herself to be infected by the endless negativity of long suffering caregivers bemoaning the whims of their tweens and teens.

Once inside, Esme heads straight for the merch table, clearly intent on spending her long-saved allowance money on anything she can get her hands on. The kid's wrists are already stacked with friendship bracelets, her own tote of swaps nearly empty and waiting to be stuffed with shirts and mugs and posters. Kara eyes the mounting total, then catches the moment Esme starts weighing the balance of what she has against the hoodie advertised at $60.

Kara rolls her eyes at the price, then reaches over with her card outstretched. "Add a medium hoodie to that, please."

Esme squeals with delight, and as soon as they're clear of the stall she throws her arms around Kara.

"Thank you!!!!"

"You're welcome," Kara says with a chuckle. "Just don't wear it til you get home. It's going to be hot in there."

"Okay!" Esme is already swapping her existing t-shirt for the tank top she'd gotten, emblazoned with the face of a young woman and the performer's name: LENA

"How do I look?" Esme asks with a spin, bracelets clicking.

Kara grins. "Like the world's cutest groupie." She tilts her head towards the crush of people heading into the stands. "Come on, let's go grab our seats."

"What's a groupie?"

Kara rolls her eyes, only to pause mid-turn when her phone starts vibrating in her hand. She hesitates, meeting Esme's eye.

"Just a sec, sweetie."

"What? No! Aunt Kara you promised no work."

Kara grimaces. "I know, but it might be an emergency." She scans the corridor, gaze catching on a short row of food vendors. "Here, why don't you take this and get us some nachos?"

She shoves forty dollars into Esme's hand and fishes out her bluetooth, nestling it in her ear.

"Aunt Kara..."

"I gotta find a corner somewhere," Kara continues. She points to a section of cinderblock wall a little ways down. "I'll meet you in across from the restrooms, okay? Five minutes, then I'm all yours."

Esme huffs. "Fine."

Kara answers the call, but waits until she sees Esme add herself to the food line before she starts speaking.

"This better be good!" she shouts into her phone. She can't hear anything but a jumble of sound on the other end, the din around her crowding out any words that might have been spoken. "Hold on!"

Reassured to see Esme already in conversation with a number of girl's around her, Kara goes looking for a quieter spot. She finds one in the nearest stairwell.

"What?" Kara snaps.

"Um," her assistant says over the line. "Mrs. Jasper called again? She wants--"

"Eve," Kara growls. "Do not tell me you called me, tonight of all nights, because Mrs. fucking Jasper called making some other inane request."

"I'm sorry!" Eve squeaks. "It's just--"

"Tell her it is after hours, and that she will be hearing from me personally first thing tomorrow morning."

"Oh, um. Okay. I guess--"

"Go home when it's done. And turn off your phone. You shouldn't be working this late either."

"Um. Okay. Thank you, Miss Danvers."

Kara ends the call with a roll of her eyes. But her frustration hardens into panic when she tugs on the door to return and-- it doesn't budge. She yanks again, harder, and still nothing.

"Fuck!" she shouts. She begins pounding on the door. "Hey! Can someone open this door?!"

No one comes to her rescue, her calls likely drowned out by the same noise that had driven her here in the first place. With another curse, Kara steps into action. She chooses to go down, hoping that the next door will open. It does, but the corridor she steps into is nearly empty. She hears a bit of bustle further down the hall, but out of sight.

She heads towards the sounds, trying the handle of every door she passes. None of them turn-- save one. She leans into it a little too hard as she tries the knob, and nearly tumbles into the room at the unexpected open.

Managing to right herself with a small yelp, Kara straightens-- only to freeze upon locking gazes with the young woman staring at her. A young woman Kara recognizes from the shirt her goddaughter had just put on.

Lena tilts her head with a droll grin.

"Well, you aren't my tea with honey."

[mikeyss1ut]

UH Can i request Wednesday x fem reader where she gets possessive of her gf plss🫠 i need more fics of her😔

Yes, you were so quick with this and I love that:))

“ imbeciles “

Summary: In which Tyler gets way out of his league and starts flirting with you. Wednesday puts him in his place very fast.

Spreading the sunshine x grumpy tropee.

You were always happy. Well not always , but you always tried to make sure you were nice. Your girlfriend Wednesday Addams was quite the opposite. She could care less about what people had to say. She could care less on what she said. She embraced her weirdness. You envied her for it.

“Hi! Could I get a Carmel frappe with not whip cream and sprinkles please!” You said, the worker at the counter whose name you knew from the would purpose he and Wednesday sometimes work together for her mystery’s. Tyler. He was always nice to you. Just maybe a little to nice. He knew you were Wednesdays girlfriend. But he didn’t really care, he liked you and was still trying. Even though he knows how Wednesday is about stuff like that, especially when it came down to you.

“Yeah sure.” He quickly made it and set it down my the cash register. You went to give him the money but.

“It’s on the house.” He said with probably the biggest grin on his face.

“Oh, okay thank you!” You took your frappe and went to sit down with Wednesday in your guys booth.

As you sat down the glare her eyes had on you could kill.

“That imbecile needs to check his self before he does something he might regret.”

“He’s just being nice Wednesday, maybe you could learn a little something from him?” You said. She hummed. “I’m unsure wether or not your visions on me are clear. I’m not nice.”

You smiled. She wasn’t nice but that’s what made Wednesday, Wednesday. Tyler walked over to the table.

“Hey girls do you want anything else?” He smiled “Oh um could I maybe-“

“We don’t need anything else. If we wanted something we would come to the front counter like your supposed to. Because in case you forgot this is a coffee shop where you go to the front desk to get your food. Not a restaurant where you get waited on.”

You kicked her leg under the table just gently so she would look at you “Wednesday!” You whisper yelled.

Tyler walked away without saying anything. And Wednesday went back to pretending everything was normal.

“So according to this book and uncle fester. This Monster we happen to be looking for is other than the one behind the counter. There’s also one called a Hyde.”

“Wednesday! Please be good. I’m gonna go use the restroom you stay here. Wednesday took out a pen and ripped a piece off of a napkin and wrote.

Here’s a tip. Don’t look at other’s people girlfriends like you did mine. Next time I won’t be so light with my regards and insults towards you. She got up gripping the book in between her arm and placed the napkin In the tip jar. Then waited for you outside the restroom.

When you got out she immediately took your hand and did a fast strut out of ten coffee shop. “Wednesday, what the hell? I thought you we were gonna study this monster and have our frappes?”

“I’d prefer to study with Eugene at his little beehive castle.”

“Okay, fine I guess.”

[joelsmochi]

Good Surprise

Read part one here. SUMMARY: Joel finally gets to have you. WARNINGS: smut minors dni, a little slow at some points but it leads up to a very very very pervy!joel, needy!sub!joel, dom!reader (??? she's a little mean hehe), awkwardness, brief cig smoking (don't judge girly is stressed). 18+ WARNINGS: panty kink, cum eating, masturbation (m), oral (m receiving), good boy bomb (just once), dirty talk, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (m + f), public...stuff WC: 7.6k

A/N: Here is part two of UATW. There is at least one more part coming soon, so stay tuned! Thank you for reading, I love you all sm. Enjoy :)

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If one more fucking customer complains about the wait time—

“Excuse me, ma’am, how much longer do we have to wait to be seated?” A rude man you’ve already dealt with asked even though you were in the middle of taking someone’s order.

Your eyes were wide out of sheer annoyance when you turned to look at him and asked, “How long was the wait when you got here?”

“Fifteen minutes,” he replied.

“Okay, and how long ago was that?”

“Five minutes ago.”

“Fifteen minus five is..." You pretended to think about it to be satirical. "Oh! Ten! Your wait time is ten minutes.”

You heard one of your managers shout your name, and you turned to look at him.

“Hey, maybe you should go take ten, alright?” He suggested. “You need a cigarette?”

He held his pack of Newport’s in his hand. You rolled your eyes, snatched the pack from him, and walked away without saying another word. “Only ten!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

You stepped out of the rear door and stood next to the side of the building, watching the ongoing traffic as you lit and puffed on the disgusting cigarette.

“Your daddy know you smoking?” You heard from across the parking lot. Your eyes adjusted and saw Joel standing there with Tommy, who seemingly got off of work not too long ago.

“Hey, pretty girl!” Tommy shouted before walking over to you. You held the cigarette away from him and gave him half a hug while he placed a kiss on your head. “Why you smokin’, huh?”

“Oh my God, it’s one fucking cigarette,” you exclaimed.

“Rough day?” Joel asked.

You rolled your eyes, looking away from the two men. “Yeah, shit. Sorry. I’ll seat you guys when I get back in there. You can go ahead of this dickhead in there interrupting me every five minutes.”

“We were just gonna get it to go—“

Joel interrupted Tommy, “He givin’ you a hard time?”

“I’m probably just over-exaggerating. I’m just hungry. And tired. You guys go in and get your food. I don’t want to keep ya.”

Joel hated seeing you like this: your eyes puffy and purple from stress, smoking a goddamned cigarette. Your focus both everywhere and nowhere.

He thought maybe it was his fault for not seeing you these past few weeks. It wasn’t because he was afraid. Work was just busy, and he wanted to spend as much time with Sarah before she spent the rest of the summer at her friends’ houses.

“No, we’ll stay,” Tommy offered, feeling almost as bad as Joel. “Haven’t seen ya in forever anyways. We’ll catch up when the rush is over.”

You offered Tommy a weak smile while Joel was grinning from ear to ear in his head. He was happy to at least see you. Joel took the cigarette from your hand and tossed it in a puddle. You turned your annoyed self around and walked inside through the back door.

“Hey, uh, Tommy, why don’t you go ‘head and order for us. I gotta take a leak,” Joel said.

Tommy agreed, walking off, and the second that he was out of view Joel pushed you back into the men’s restroom, manipulating your body until your back was against the door. You couldn't even catch your breath with how fast everything was happening.

He loosely wrapped his hand around your throat, then licked a firm strip along the curve of your neck to your earlobe before giving it a mean bite. You gasped as your nipples hardened.

“I’m sorry I haven't seen you, baby,” he whispered in your ear, moving his hand to your skirt. Flashbacks of the kitchen playing in your head.

“That’s okay, I know you’ve been busy,” you whispered as he lifted the fabric up. Your lips crashed against his ferociously. You moaned when the bitter taste of coffee fell from his tongue onto yours after you slipped it into his mouth.

“I think about you all the time, you know?” You nodded at his question and kissed him again, this time much more sloppy.

“I have to get back to work, J—“ You stopped speaking when he lifted your leg and began to grind his hard cock against your needy cunt. You inhaled too hard, having to suppress your moans. “Joel, I have to go back,” you breathed out.

“Just one more minute, baby, please,” he whimpered, grinding into you roughly, “just one more—“

This was more relief than he had gotten any time he fucked his fist at the thought of you. Being close to you, making you feel how hard his cock got for you — finally rewarding himself with you even if it was only like this.

He didn’t envision dry humping you in the bathroom where you work, but he waited weeks to have you against him and felt like he deserved a little gratuity for his patience.

His arms looped around your back, head laying on your chest. You snaked a hand through his hair and held him close, wanting to feel him writhe and tremble beneath you.

When he said one minute, he meant it. Your pelvis was already growing sore from how hard and fast he was grinding you, but it was worth it.

He moaned a little too loud and moved his mouth over your neck to quiet himself as his thrusts became less frequent and longer. His breathing was heavy and hard, back rising and falling from trying to hold himself up as his orgasm toppled his entire being.

You felt him push your panties down your leg and tried to stop him. You thought he was trying to have sex. “Joel, come on, we don’t have time—“

“This ain’t f’you,” he chuckled tiredly. He successfully got them off of you and fixed your skirt before he held your panties up by your face. “This is f’me.” He folded your soaked underwear and shoved them in his pocket, then smacked a kiss on your lips before walking into a stall.

You realized neither of you checked them before your quick hookup. You prayed that nobody else was in the bathroom. Your trembling legs miraculously carried you out to the dining room. You continued to work like nothing even happened.

“Back on time for once?” You boss teased.

“Only because your cigarettes are shit.”

“Thanks for the ride, Tommy,” you said from the backseat of the truck.

“Yeah, kid, anytime. Thanks for covering our dinner,” he replied.

You grimaced when you remembered you deleted their order from the system. “Yeahhh, do me a favor and don’t mention that to Mikey.”

The men chuckled, and Tommy promised he wouldn’t say anything.

“Night, Tom,” you said before climbing out of the truck with Joel following.

“Night!”

Tommy practically sped off, leaving you and Joel to stand at the end of your driveway. You looked up at Joel with a smile, untying your apron and bunching it up in your hand.

“You really are a perv,” you joked. Joel just pursed his lips, checking you out. “What ya gonna do with my panties anyways, huh?”

“I’m gonna use them,” he spoke.

You cocked up an eyebrow and laughed when the image of him using the garment to stroke himself popped into your head. “You have fun with that,” you said after walking past him.

“Oh, I will.”

He waited until you got inside safely before he entered his own home; he grabbed a bottle of water and checked in on Sarah, seeing that she was already asleep with her notebook open and a pen in her hand. He closed her notebook and took the pen, setting them on her nightstand. She shuffled a bit after Joel put the blanket over her but settled after getting comfortable.

Joel closed her door and then went into the bathroom, turning the shower on; he undressed and reached for the pocket in his jeans that held your panties. They were blue with a pink rose sewn into the center of the hem. He stared at them, wondering what the fuck possessed him to do something like that.

He couldn’t resist bringing them to his face, as dirty as it felt. He saw that they were laden with your discharge. He took in the scent of you while palming his limpness. He could smell many things: your tangy juices, your vanilla perfume. He even smelled a little bit of your sweat, and it fucking incapacitated him.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head while he tried to suppress the moan that left his hoarse throat. His dick quickly hardened after he gave your panties a few more sniffs, and it made him crave the taste of you in his mouth again.

He brought the panties down to his cock and lazily wrapped them around it; he leaned over the sink, trying to hold himself up as he imagined your pretty lips wrapped around his length.

He thought about different ways you’d suck him — would you smile? Would you use your hands or just your mouth? Would you gag and choke around him so much that it brought tears to your eyes?

Every scenario he imagined only made him stroke himself harder and faster. He was gripping the corner of the sink so hard his hand was beginning to cramp up.

His cock twitched, straining against the fabric of your panties, and he felt that familiar stretch in the pit of his stomach to indicate he was close. He can’t think of a time when he finished so fast just from fucking his fist and doing it without a magazine or a movie to help? He was drunk off of you and never wanted to recover.

What is this girl doing to me?

His mind switched over to chaste thoughts of you, and that stretch inside him only tugged deeper. You were such a sweet person: always wanting to help people out and trying to get people to smile. Your smile would light up the entire room, and your confidence was intimidating in the best way possible.

Even during the moment, you had been asking for help with your ‘boyfriend’ while trailing your foot up Joel's leg, you still managed to sound so sweet. Your eyes would tend to ask him if something was okay. The thing was that when he was with you, everything was.

This was no longer just you two sneaking around like a pair of high schoolers. This had become a kink for him. The feeling of shame he often felt only turned him on even more.

He bit his lip a little too hard when his cock began to throb, immersing him in strain and ecstasy. It was almost painful. His hips jerked as he fucked his fist, pumping the last of his cum into your panties.

Joel’s head hung low while he caught his breath so he could muster up the strength to step into the steamy shower after he tossed your panties on the floor next to his jeans.

Thoughts of you floated around in his head as he stood beneath the water; he looked out of the small awning in the shower, and his eyes immediately locked with yours.

The devious smirk on your face told him you knew just what he just did, and he was too embarrassed to smile back before you left his view.

It was Independence Day, and while you didn’t exactly care to celebrate it, it was a good enough excuse for you and your dad to have some family and friends over.

You were in the middle of forming burger patties when you saw Tommy, Sarah, and another girl her age enter the kitchen from the back door.

“Hi!” You chirped, letting Tommy hug you and kiss your temple. “How are you guys?” Sarah hugged your side as well, with you returning the gesture.

“Good,” they said in unison.

“Where’s your dad at? I need to see what kinda beer he wants,” Tommy said while stealing a bottle of water from the fridge.

“What about what kind of beer I want?” You lightheartedly complained.

“What kinda beer you want?” Tommy said after a reluctant roll of his eyes.

“I don’t care, but ooh! Can you get me some wine coolers?”

Tommy pretended to be annoyed and walked upstairs after sassily saying, “Fiiine.”

“Who’s your friend?” You asked Sarah.

“This is Crystal. She’s my camp buddy,” Sarah introduced. You said hi and introduced yourself before Sarah asked, “Hey, do you still have that Cameron Diaz movie?”

You side-eyed her and tried not to smile. “The one that’s rated R?” Sarah gave you a hopeful smile, one that you couldn’t refuse. “It’s in my room, you can watch it in there. And hey! Keep the volume down, please.”

“Thank you!” She shouted before she and her friend ran upstairs, giggling adorably.

“What’re they giggling about?” Joel’s voice boomed as he walked into the room.

“Nothin’, just girl stuff.”

You were wearing a maroon-colored tube top and a black maxi skirt with wedge sandals. His eyes glossed over every curve and line of your body with how beautifully the clothes hugged your body.

You finished preparing the patties and turned around to wash your hands. Meanwhile, Joel’s hands snaked over your hips to cradle the base of your belly. Sheepishly giggling, you swayed your body in his arms and said, “Joel, someone could come down and see us.”

“That’s what makes it so fun,” he whispered, his voice vibrating against your ear, sending chills throughout your spine. “You look so beautiful today.”

You hummed with a goofy smile on your face. “Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself.” You turned around in his grasp and held his face as if he were fragile. He was clad in a brown shirt that complimented his pretty brown orbs and his typical Levi jeans that hung perfectly around his hips. “I’ve missed my favorite pair of panties.”

“Those blue ones with the rose on ‘em?”

“Uh-huh, you know the ones you came in last week?”

He pretended to think about it for a few seconds. “Ohh, yeah. Yeah, right. I actually brought them here with me today.” He pulled said panties out of his pocket and held them out of reach when you tried to snatch them. “Gi’me a kiss,” he bargained, and you happily obliged.

Your lips landed on his with a tenderness warm enough to melt him inside. His lips swirled around with yours in an entanglement so delicious it made your cunt leak all of Joel’s favorite flavors.

He slipped his tongue out and slid it across your lips, asking for permission to taste you; you parted your mouth slightly enough for him to lick across your teeth. You giggled and slid your tongue out to mesh with his while both of you tried to keep quiet.

You felt how thick and dominating his tongue was, telepathically begging him to lick your pussy. His kisses were so docile for how your body was responding to them.

Tommy and your father could be heard coming down the stairs when you were about to deepen the kiss. Joel tucked your underwear back into his pocket as you gasped for air and he immediately retreated to the other side of the island while faking a conversation.

“So, d’you get to meet any fashion designers when you were in school?” He asked just when they walked in.

“No,” you pouted as you thought about it, “but we did get to go to Ready to Wear. We saw lots of big brands being modeled.”

Just then, your dad chimed in. “My baby girl’s gonna be the best fashion designer the world will ever know.”

You blushed when he pinched your cheekbones and thanked him. “Your burgers are done. I finished the potato salad and the lemonade. All I have to do is finish the pudding and go to the store for the peach cobbler and ice cream, and I would love to take your truck to go and do that.” You held your hand out with a persuasive smile, waiting for him to drop the keys in your hand.

You saw your dad purse his lips and glance back and forth between the two brothers. He hated being put on the spot so naturally you made it a habit to do that.

“Last time you took my truck anywhere, you came home with a court hearing and a forty-dollar ticket,” he grunted. You didn’t budge other than to further emphasize your smile; his sigh was full of resentment, but he ultimately pulled his keys out and placed them in your hand. “No speeding.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“No smoking.”

“Course not.”

“No drinking until you get home.”

“I’m not a fucking idiot.”

“No picking up friends.”

“Of course.”

“No picking up drugs.”

“Dad.”

“And Joel’s going with you.”

“Oh, great. A babysitter."

“Anything goes wrong, you call me.”

“Got it, Rambo. Can I have thirty bucks?”

He reached into his wallet and asked, “What do you need thirty bucks for?”

You happily took the money from him and said, “I just wanted to see if you’d give it to me.” He rolled his eyes and waved you off as he walked away. Tommy followed him.

“Okay, babysitter Miller, let’s go. And Tommy, don’t forget my Seagrams!”

The drive to the store was probably the most normal interaction you had with Joel since your arrival a month ago. Your experience attending fashion school sparked his curiosity, and you were eager to discuss it with him. As you were growing up, he rarely got to see you excited about anything, so he enjoyed seeing you passionate about something.

But as soon as you parked the car and looked at Joel, the normalcy melted away from the heat of the sun. He trimmed his patchy facial hair and got a haircut that (to him) was long overdue.

“You clean up nice,” you spoke barely above a whisper. He nodded as thank you, not moving any muscles on his leathering face. You got a whiff of his aftershave — or maybe it was cologne — not quite sure what the scent was, but it smelled rich and musky. “Smell good too.”

That got his smile to crack.

“I know I said it already, but you look very pretty today,” he replied. He began to stroke your chin while using his thumb to trace the outline of your jaw.

“Thank you.” You kissed the curve of his hand, making the hairs on his arm stand up. You felt a rush of embarrassment though you weren't too sure why. You closed your eyes and kissed his hand again. “Fuck, Joel. What are you doin’ t’me?”

He frowned. “What, baby?”

You shrugged, unsure of what to say or what you even felt.

“Do we need to stop—“

“No. No.” You looked to him again, hoping to find an answer or, at the very least, an explanation. “I think I’m just overwhelmed.”

He pulled his hand away, anticipating your next move. It never came. You just sat there boring your eyes into his, then the mood shifted; his smile was contagious, filling your lungs with lost air and pushing the anxiety away.

You leaned over the center console to kiss him; his hand cupped the base of your neck beneath your hair, swirling his thumb around the nap of your neck.

The kisses you shared were savory and slow, an occasional mewl leaving your throat. You placed a hand on his chest, feeling his muscles and heart beating rapidly. Your panties were coated in a chilling layer of slick from his tongue slipping against yours, and he pulled away before it got too out of hand.

“Come on, ‘fore your old man sends the army after me.”

“He was in the Navy,” you corrected.

Joel managed to be on his best behavior in the store with you. For a moment, it actually felt like he was in a relationship with you. It didn’t help when an older lady stopped you two to say you were a lovely couple. While Joel was taken aback by the compliment, you just said thank you and continued shopping like it was nothing.

You figured you two looked like a couple with the close proximity and lingering gazes, so it didn’t surprise you as it did him.

He enjoyed seeing you pick up makeup that interested you and look in the little mirrors to see if you liked it against your skin tone. He let you guide him through the store. He didn’t mind. Not when he got more time alone with you.

“You’ve changed a lot. You know that?” He said abruptly when you were looking at the ice cream. You asked how he arrived at that conclusion as you gave him a look of disbelief. “You seem to be a lot more yourself. More sure of who you are.”

You gave him a sad smile as you came to that realization. “You really think so?”

“I do."

You looked back at the ice cream and grabbed a french vanilla carton, telling him, “You changed quite a bit yourself too… You were a very disorganized person from what I can remember. You just seem to have a clearer head now than you were before.”

“I guess I just didn’t know how to deal with being a single father.”

“Well, I think you’re doing a good job raising Sarah. She… She seems sure of herself too. Like me I guess.”

“Don’t know where she got it from.”

“Well, it wasn’t your grumpy ass. That’s for sure.”

The rest of the day went without a hitch. More people from around the neighborhood showed up, and for most of the day, you were mingling with Sarah and Crystal, who raved about some lewd scene from the movie you’d let them watch.

While everyone was watching the fireworks, you started picking up in the kitchen, knowing your dad was too drunk off his ass to do it. You loaded the dishwasher and began putting leftovers away when the girls came inside.

“My dad is letting me stay at Crystal’s tonight for the weekend,” Sarah said, her tone giving away the sense that she wanted another favor.

“Yeees?” You taunted.

“Well. I was wondering if we could borrow a couple movies and maybe some makeup?”

You looked at Sarah, seeing that glint of eagerness that you remember having at her age. Curious about the world and boys and girls and relationships. You couldn’t say no.

“Which movies?”

“Thirteen and What a Girl Wants?”

“No and yes,” you answered.

Sarah was clearly not happy you said no to Thirteen. “What?! Why? But I’m fourteen.”

“You can watch Thirteen when you turn thirty,” you mothered.

“Ugh, okay fine. How about Hot Chicks? Crystal’s never seen it.”

You debated it in your head but figured it was better than what you let them watch earlier. “Okay, deal. And only take makeup from the top of the vanity!” You shouted after they were already making their way upstairs. Your dad appeared not long after. He hugged you after wobbling a little bit, and a wet kiss was placed on your forehead. “Ew, Dad!”

“Some of us are going to a bar downtown for a couple hours.”

“You’re not driving are you?”

“No, no. It’s just a mile up the road. I’ll get a taxi on the way back. I promise you.”

“Okay. Well, call me if you need a ride or get arrested.”

A few others came inside, and you saw how your Dad looked at one of the women; physically, she was the antithesis of your mom. He gave her a smile once she noticed him staring.

“Go talk to her, dumbass,” you whispered, giving him a nudge with your elbow.

“Oh, we’ll be doin' more than ta—“

“Don’t!” You interrupted. “Do not finish that sentence.”

He chuckled and hugged you goodnight. “Joel said he’ll help clean up.”

“Oh, he doesn’t have to do that,” you responded.

“I think he has a crush on you.”

You froze at his words slowly turning your head to him. “Uh…”

You could see it in his eyes that he didn’t really know why he said that. He was definitely drunk. “Anyways. Love you, kid. I gotta get me some tail.”

You grimaced and pushed him away. “Real classy, Dad. Really fucking classy.” You shook your head as he followed his friends laughing.

Joel had dropped the girls off at Crystal’s house before he made his way back to you. The second he left, you ran upstairs to clean yourself quickly, hoping that tonight would be the night you finally get to have him.

Joel’s footsteps were heard from the entryway trailing into the living room where you were watching TV. Your head turned, a smile already curling around your lips.

“Hi, Joel,” you said before clicking the television off. He could just hear it in your tone how horny you were. He stared at you like a deer in headlights, making you laugh, so you walked over to him, bare feet padding against the wood. You took his hand in yours and guided him upstairs. “Sit on the bed,” you told him.

He was a nervous fucking wreck and you acting so calm about the situation only made him more nervous.

You shut the door even though no one was home and turned off your big light, the only glow coming from some string lights and an old ambient light in the corner. As corny as it felt “setting the tone” you wanted to make this moment special because every other time was rushed and sloppy (not that you minded).

You stood in front of him, feeling exposed despite being fully dressed. You rubbed your clammy hands over your thighs.

“Is this okay?” You asked.

“Yeah,” Joel said a little loudly. He cleared his throat and tried to calm down. “Yeah.”

“We don’t—we don’t have to.”

“No, no, I want to. If—if you want to. Shit, uh…” He chuckled, bashful at his poor attempt at easing the tension.

“Okay,” you tittered.

You reached for the rim of your shirt, lifting it slowly to expose your stomach. He watched your fingers slither over your skin, and you asked again, “Is this okay?”

How did I get so lucky?

He nodded.

You moved your shirt up more, exposing the underside of your breasts and part of your areola. “This okay?”

This is the first time, he realized, that I’ll see her tits.

He nodded again. You peeled the shirt from your body and let it drop to the floor.

Fuck. They’re perfect.

Your nipples were already stiff with anticipation, goosebumps scattered over your flesh. “How about…” Your thumbs broke the waistband of your skirt. “This?” You pushed the fabric down just enough to reveal that you weren’t wearing any panties.

She’s doing all this for me. To make me feel special.

The lump in his throat ran dry, and you didn’t bother waiting for another response. You let your skirt cascade down your legs to hit the floor. You teetered over to stand between his legs and pressed his face into your belly.

He pressed a kiss into your flesh and ran his hands over your thighs before firming a squeeze on your ass. His nails left indents while he sunk his teeth into your skin, wanting his body to mesh in yours.

Your knees slowly drifted to the floor; he let you fiddle with the opening of his jeans so that he could focus on tasting your sweet lips, getting lost in the feeling of being here with you.

You sucked his bottom lip roughly and palmed his growing erection over his boxers. He hovered over the bed for a moment to push his pants down enough to let his cock spring free.

Your eyes widened at his girth while his cockhead tapped his lower stomach. Your mouth watered as you watched it twitch a couple times.

He leaned back on his elbows and took in the sight of your intimidation from the size of his dick, smiling arrogantly when you licked your lip with the purpose to ready your mouth. You hummed after gaining a bit of confidence to praise how big he was.

“All for you,” he said.

You slowly blinked, then wrapped your hand around his velvety shaft. His cock was littered with veins. You licked your lips and drooled your salivation over his warm tip, letting it glide down a bit. You kept your eyes locked with his as you wrapped your swollen lips around him.

His cock felt hot and it pulsed with need once it came in contact with your perfect mouth. He fought the urge to moan, letting out his cries in a symphony of whimpers instead.

Your eyes rolled back at the sound of his wordless little pleads. You circled your tongue around his head relentlessly before surprising him by forcing his cock to hit the back of your throat.

His entire body flinched and he shouted out a few curse words. You gagged and pulled back; you allowed your spit to drip down his skin. You slurped around his tip and moaned when he flinched again. Then, you took more of him in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down. You fell in love with how he tasted in your mouth as his salty precum oozed over your tongue. The gagging and slurping noises echoed in the room and he couldn’t keep his moans to himself anymore.

“Oh, f-fuck,” he whimpered, thrusting into your mouth gently. “Fuck. That—that feels so fucking good, baby. Yes baby, yes baby, yes.”

You moaned around the shaft, eliciting more obscenities from him. Your mouth was so full even though you hadn’t taken all of him. Your cheeks hollowed around him, creating a tighter vessel for him to fuck while you stroked whatever you couldn’t fit.

His face contorted with the anguish of not wanting to finish yet, but he couldn’t stop now, could he?

Maybe if I just get a little closer—just a little.

So lost in the pleasure, he felt the start of his climax rise causing him to gently pull you off of him.

A single streak of his cum shot onto your cheek. You flinched but laughed endearingly, helping his ego feel better about it.

“Fuck. Sorry.” His chest heaved with his mouth dry from his heavy breathing as you assured him it was okay.

He took a moment to gather himself before sitting up and wiping his cum from your face. You grabbed his wrist before he got the chance to wipe it clean; you impulsively sucked the milky release before swallowing it shamelessly.

Joel’s eyes were glossy and low. He could watch you lick up his cum for hours if you wanted to. You looked so sweet on the outside but inside you were dark, full of a lust that was forever unfulfilled by previous boyfriends.

Sometimes you wondered if you even knew what you want sexually, yet Joel was able to just read you and provide.

“You’re such a good girl for me," he asked with a devious smile, "aren't you?"

“Anything for you, Joel.”

Chuckling, he picked you up effortlessly and sat you on his stomach while he laid on his back.

“Use me,” he begged.

You blushed. “What do you mean?”

“You said your last boyfriend didn’t do the things you needed him to,” he explained, “so use me. Fuck me however you want. And I’ll fuck you however you need me to. Be as rough as you want. As mean as you want. Ride me, ride my face—I don—I don’t care. I just need you. Need you s’fucking bad.”

You saw in his eyes desperation, and it made your head spin. A man so brute and strong like Joel begging to be your fuck toy was a sight for your sore eyes.

You adjusted your body and carefully lined his cock up with your sopping entrance; he felt rewarded when your puffy walls clung to him. The stretching of your pussy burned deliciously inside of you.

You sat there for a moment. Not to get adjusted to his fat cock, but to just feel him. Feel him twitch and jerk, aching to pump you full of his seed.

You circled your hips slowly feeling his head bump against your g-spot. Your fingers pressed into his chest and you started to ride the slight curve of his shaft.

“Oh, my God. Joel,” you cried out, feeling how his cock stuffed you perfectly each time you rode down.

“That feel good, baby?”

As your eyelashes fluttered shut, you were pathetically nodding and reaching up to play with one of your breasts. “Yes,” you moaned.

With thick hands wrapped loosely around your waist and eyes fixated on you, Joel was under your spell. He loved being used by you. Submitting.

You appreciated the control he gave you over his body. He was of free use just for you, and you grew tired of being afraid of that. You fucked him however you wanted, just like he had asked, finding the inconsistencies of your movements titillating.

His long fingers drew random patterns around your back, adding intimacy to the connection. He looked so breathtaking beneath your tantalized body. His eyebrows furrowed into a pout that made your heart melt for him, and his pursed lips cooed out little praises.

"Yes," he whimpered, softly thrusting into you as you went down to create the perfect rhythm. "Yes, yes, yes," he continued. "Darlin', you're doing so good for me, yes."

"You feel so good," you moaned. "Your cock is so fucking big."

"You take it so well, baby girl. Ahh—fu… You're doin' so good f'me."

You leaned down to kiss his wet lips, moans pouring from you. "S'it feel good?"

"Yes, baby. Fuck yes, you feel so fucking good. Don't s-stop."

You gasped and twisted your nipple between your fingertips, feeling an ungodly amount of your precum seep between your bodies. A bundle of pleasure twinged in the pit of your stomach, making your hips stutter and mess up the rhythm.

“I’m gonna cum, Joel—oh, fuuck. I’m gonna cum,” you said in a hushed voice.

You felt his hands smooth over your ass, and he began thrusting into you a bit more forcefully, encouraging you to finish.

A calamity overtook you; your climax was full of distress and violence. You had never screamed so loud before. Your orgasm worked against you, releasing itself into the darkest corners of your body.

You felt it everywhere. Your toes curled. Your elbows locked. Your fingers went numb. Your neck warmed. Every inch of your body felt haunted by the orgasm you felt yourself fighting. Joel fucking lived for it.

You were a fucking mess above him and he couldn’t stop himself from overstimulating you. He held you still in his strong arms and pounded into you ruthlessly, with no care in the world for how loud you were.

You loved how it overpowered you, intensifying as Joel determined to make it last longer. It felt like an eternity. Your chest shook from your blubbers, your body full of amnesia of reality.

He intently watched you, waiting for it to become too much. Your eyes welled up with tears and your face hurt from how contorted it had become. It wasn’t until you took a big breath in that he slowed down causing you to collapse atop his chest.

Joel held you close, grazing his fingers over your back and arms to soothe you as you came down from your high. All he wanted to do was to feel good with you and make sure you were satisfied.

You lifted your flushed face from the crook of his neck to give him a passionate kiss; he hummed against your warm lips, bringing a hand up to hold your face so he could deepen the connection.

He slowly rolled your body over until he was on top of you. Your hands slid along his broad shoulders whilst he erratically pushed his pants down, kicking them to the floor afterward. You pulled at the hem of his shirt and helped him remove it.

He slipped back inside of you as he stayed on his knees, getting the perfect view of your alluring frame. Your makeup had begun to fade away, and mascara scattered around your eyes. Your hair was messily laid around your head and your eyes were heavy with fatigue.

“Your so beautiful,” he said before reaching to pinch your cheeks in his big hand to slightly embarrass you, “you’re such a fucking mess already.”

You grabbed his hand, snatching it from your cheeks and pushing it away; you sat up enough to grab a hold of his neck, bringing his face closer to yours as a dangerous looked filled your eyes. You dug your legs into his thighs to push his length deeper inside of you, it caught him by surprise.

“Thought you said I was in control, huh,” you whispered. Joel instantly pouted, the pathetic look on his face fueled your desire to domesticate him.

“Y-you—yes, yes,” he weakly responded. “Yes. You a—you are in control.”

You gave him a soft kiss despite your tough demeanor to help calm him. “Good boy,” you praised, tightening your grip. He thanked you and started to move his halted hips again, this time with purpose and force.

Your hardened expression cracked, faltering into a look of bliss and thankfulness. His skin clapped against yours as you felt his balls swinging against your ass with every thrust.

The moans spilling between your lips was music to Joel’s ears; he felt the swollen head of his cock breech even deeper inside of you after you hung your legs around his hips. Your walls fluttered around his pulsating cock making your cunt feel tighter.

Combining that with your tight grip around his neck? Fuck. He wanted to cum so badly—

“Shit!” He shouted as he pulled out, not wanting this to end so soon.

You laughed at him more teasingly this time and let his neck go, using your legs to push him back inside with no effort.

He tried thrusting more slowly this time, but his body was just begging for release. He pulled out again and attempted to take a breather. You weren’t having it.

You pushed him into saint position and held his face firmly to make him look you in the eyes as you started to bounce on him.

“Baby,” he said, feeling the rise of his climax slowly build again, “I don’t wanna stop yet.”

“Your cock belongs to me,” you told him; he promptly agreed. “That means I do whatever I fucking want to. You’re gonna cum for me and let me keep fucking you.”

His eyes rolled back and his let out a moan of both desperation and relief. “Yes,” he whimpered, eagerly nodding his dazed head, “yes. My cock belongs to you. Only you—fuck—no one’s ever made me feel as good as you.”

You moaned in response, knowing you no longer needed to scold him.

He was so fucking thick. Not even all of your slick could help get used to his size. Your skin clung to his from the faint sweat coating both of your bodies. Your tits bounced against his toned chest stimulating your nipples, adding to the earth-shattering pleasure.

His breathing was shallow while he tried to hold off as long as possible. He then figured if he rubbed your clit you might be able to finish again with him.

You jolted when his thumb rubbed erratic loops around your clit, soon enough feeling your climax build again. And though it was not as powerful it hit you so much more quickly.

“Can you cum for me?” You asked nicely. “Fuck, I’m gonna cu—“ Your own gasps cut you off as you heard Joel say he was going to finish with you.

His forehead fell onto yours as the pressure finally exploded inside of you. Your body insisted on continuing to fuck him, your cunt pushing and pulling at his shaft as if you were trying to squeeze his cum out yourself. He painted your walls with his hot white load, filling you up even more as if you weren't full enough.

He held you tight and leaned his head onto your shoulders so that your shivering legs wouldn’t completely give out.

All of a sudden Joel grew an urge to eat you out before his cum spilled out.

He tossed you onto your back and got down on his stomach, barely letting you breathe before his tongue covered your throbbing hole.

You cried out his name shamelessly, feeling his tongue curl up inside of you. He watched you arch your back and grab at the sheets with your head thrown back and mouth opened.

At first, he only tasted your tangy cum as it lay thick and heavy on his tongue. But after a short while, he tasted was he could only presume to be himself. The taste was mostly brine, but a little sweet, and permeated along his tastebuds. He couldn’t get enough of how good the two of you tasted together.

He devoured every last drop he could manage before pulling away from you, feeling how hard his he still was. He wanted to make up for finishing so soon.

You wanted to come down—you were so fucking wore out. But you felt Joel twist you around onto your stomach and lift your hips up before shoving his cock back inside of you.

You groaned at the stretch feeling stronger than before, clawing at the bedsheets as he wasted no time to fuck you again. His hips clapped against your ass when his hands pushed into your waist, deepening your arch.

He would slowly pull back to where his beaming cockhead was only inside of you, then he'd thrust strong enough to make your body bounce a little on the springy mattress. He fucked you slow but hard, wanting you to feel every inch of him.

“Fuck! Yes, Joel!” You shouted.

“Like that, baby? Hmm?” He spanked you when you didn’t answer.

“Fuck, yes, you’re so good to me!”

Your moans turned into whines from the brute force of his body. Tears danced along your eyes as your pussy ached with overstimulation and rapture.

“My cock belongs to you? Hmm?” He said indignantly. He was already yours. He belonged to you. He just wanted to hear you say it again.

You moaned lustfully when he started going fast enough to make his balls hit your clit. He reached to grab your neck and beckoned you to get on your hands as well, keeping the grip loose enough for you to breathe.

“Yes, Joel, your fucking cock belongs to me," your voice was lame as you tried to regulate your breathing. Your sore pussy yearned again, asking for relief just once more. “Give it to me, please, give it to me.”

He looked at his dick thrust in and out of you, groaning at the smooth ring of your cum wrapped around the base of his shaft.

“You wanna cum again?” He asked. You begged and pleaded and cried for him to keep going.

He didn’t even try to comprehend when another orgasm was building for him. He ignored the anguish the second climax was bringing him, even if it was becoming too painful to bear. He didn’t care enough. He just wanted to keep listening to those pretty sounds you were making.

He never had an experience come close to this one. To being with you. Never imagined doing something as dirty as tasting his own cum, let alone after releasing it inside of his partner. And then to cum twice in the span of a few minutes? He knew then and there that no one would be able to satisfy him like you.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” You moaned in a high pitch that Joel thought was cute; your back arched and tensed, your whole body shaking with a third orgasm that felt instinctual. Your eyes filled with stars and you were lightheaded.

He let himself feel every aspect of his orgasm once the pain left his body. It was warm and made him a little hazy; he was so overwhelmed with euphoria that he could hardly react to it. He was persistent in finishing you both off with sloppy thrusts as he whispered sweet praises to you about how good you felt.

Your body collapsed making Joel’s dick slip out of you; he rested next to you once you laid on your side and put his arm around your head. You lay there in a bittersweet silence for a few minutes, savoring the sound of each other’s breathing and sleepy hums.

“I’m so tired now,” you lazily said.

Joel chuckled and pulled the blanket up to cover you. “Go to sleep, baby.”

“I don’t wanna,” you said tiredly; he chuckled again and kissed your head, wishing that this wasn’t casual. “Was it good for you?” You asked after looking up at him, the craving for sleep evident in your pretty eyes.

He couldn’t put into words how at peace he felt right now. He was tired too. “Yes, sweetheart.”

“I wasn’t too mean, was I?” You worried.

“No, baby,” he cooed, stroking your head. “You were perfect.” The way he said it ensured you it was the truth.

“I was perfect?” You giggled.

“Mm-hmm,” he hummed. “We should go out some night. Have a little fun."

"Joel Miller, r'you asking me on a date?"

"It ain't gotta be," he answered.

You giggled again and curled into his body some more. "Sure, Joel. Take me out to a bar so I can dance on sleazy men in cowboy hats to make you jealous."

He laughed, "You love makin' stories up, don't you?"

"It won't be a story for long."

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Read part 3 here.

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[lokis-army-77]

Knight in Shining Leather

BBF!Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 2928

When a date starts to go downhill and her brother is out of town, the only person Reader can call is her brother's best friend.

Based on a TikTok by @ Read_between.the_wines

Warning: 18+, oral (f receiving), angst, fluff, unprotected sex.

Masterlist 

The date had been going well for roughly three minutes before the jackass in front of me commented on what I had ordered. The guy had asked me out to Enzo’s and like hell would I order a salad when I could have pasta. As soon as the words “Chicken Alfredo'' came from my lips he scoffed and casually shook his head.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think you should be eating all those carbs.” then he looked to the waiter and said, “She’ll have the Caesar salad and I’ll take an 8-ounce serolin, well done.” 

“But-” I had tried to interrupt. 

“No but’s. You shouldn’t be eating pasta, all that will turn to fat.” 

I frowned and sat back in my chair, hands white-knuckling the seat. He ended up snapping the waiter away and then preceded to only talk about himself for the next fifteen minutes. He even had the audacity to firmly grip my knee under the table. It wasn’t in a nice grip either, it was a tight, bruising grip that felt a little like he was claiming ownership over me.

The more he talked and the tighter he gripped my leg the more I sunk into my chair. I barely ate any of the salad when it came and my stomach felt like it was in knots and not in a good way. 

“Sorry, can I excuse myself for a moment?” I asked, pretending I had to go to the restroom. 

The guy waved me off and I quickly grabbed my clutch and bolted to the back hallway. Out of sight, I dug in my purse for the thick rectangle that was my cell phone. I went to dial my older brother’s number but stopped when I remembered he was currently not in Hawkins. Then I remembered Eddie, Steve’s best friend. 

He was a gruff metalhead who I knew would have no trouble with this guy. So, I dialed his number as fast as I could and thanked whatever god there was that he answered within one ring. 

“Eddie Munson, at your service.” His voice rang through the receiver in a gruff melody. 

���Eds?” I whispered. “Can you come and get me from Enzo’s? Stevie isn’t here to save me and the guy I’m on a date with is giving me some really bad vibes.” 

“Yeah princess, I can come get you. Just sit tight and I’ll be there in five.” I could hear the short strain in his voice, no longer melodious. 

“Thanks, Eds, you’re the best.”

“Anything for my best friend’s baby sister.” 

I huffed at being called that. “Eddie, I’m twenty-three, Steve is only a year older than me.” 

“You’re still the baby, Princess.”

“Shut up and come get me already. I can’t handle him gripping my leg anymore, I think I can see his handprint bruising my knee.” I gave him no time to answer back before pressing the END button and walked as casually as I could back to my seat. 

The guy hadn’t moved an inch, still munching on his food. I grazed my salad as I kept my eyes trained on the door, watching for the familiar shag of long, dark, curly hair to enter. Minutes later the loud revving of a motorcycle engine prickles my ears and my head shoots to look from the door out the windows. Eddie is taking his helmet off and swung his leg over his bike before practically stomping his way inside the restaurant. When his eyes meet mine he's on me in a second, hands picking me up from my seat and eyes roaming over me. 

“Are you okay, Sweetheart?” Eddie asked. 

I just nodded, trying to get his hand off of me so I could start walking for the door. “I’m fine, I just really wanna go home Eds.”

“Okay, let’s go.” He snatched up my hand and pulls me along with him but we stop in our tracks when I am held back by another firm grip on my other wrist. 

“Dude, what the fuck do you think you’re doing with my girl?” My rude date exclaimed, the whole restaurant going quiet at his volume. 

Eddie takes one swift look at the guy's hand squeezing tightly onto my wrist and then at the uncomfortableness on my face before he pries the handoff and pouches the guy backward. 

With blown eyes and crazy hair, Eddie points a long bony finger at him. “Don’t you ever lay a finger on her again, got it? If you do, I’ll fucking kill you, fucking cunt.” He practically spat the words in the guy's face, leaving him stunned.

Eddie took my hand again and walked me outside to his bike where he looked me over once more. “You sure you’re okay?” 

“Yeah, Eds, I’m sure. I just want to go home now.” 

“Alright, but let me get a look at that knee.” Eddie reached down to pull my knee into the light of the street lamp and examined the faint hand mark that was starting to show. His breath caught in his lungs. “I should go back in there and fuck him up. Who the fuck does this to someone?” 

“Eddie, calm down.” I placed my hands on his firm chest, looking up into his rage-filled eyes, they softened when they met mine. I felt a small tingle erupt in my stomach as he looked at me. 

He sighed and reached behind him on the seat for his helmet. "I'm calm. Here, let's put this on." He moved the straps to the side end and placed the helmet on my head, adjusting it so it wouldn't fall off.

My heart raced as his calloused fingers brushed the skin of my neck. 

"Thank you." I smiled at him through the visor. He only nodded and seated himself on the bike. He reached his hand out and I took it, stabilizing myself as I tried to seat myself behind him without flashing everyone. Dresses really weren't made for riding motorcycles. 

"What about your helmet?" I asked, concerned.

"Haven't got a second one."

My breath hitched as my chest came into contact with his back and his arms reached behind him to take mine and hug them around him. 

We had gone to school together and graduated the same year, and even though he was friends with my brother, we had never really hung out before. I had never thought of him in a way that had my stomach erupting in butterflies, until now. The way he had barged into the restaurant and checked on me, the way he had put that douchebag in his place, it all had me wishing I could take care of the slow ache that was manifesting itself between my legs.

I hadn’t realized it but my hands had been roaming over his chest, stomach, and thighs the whole time we were driving. My subconscious took over as I thought of how hot Eddie had looked all angry. 

Had I been paying attention, I would have realized far sooner that we were not headed back to my house, rather we were now pulling into the spot where Eddie parked his bike at his trailer. 

When the engine cut off, I spoke up. 

"Eddie, why are we here? I asked you to take me home." My fingers were fumbling with the straps to take it off. 

Eddie stood and climbed off the bike, careful not to accidentally push me off. I stopped fooling with the straps when his own hands came to take it off and toss it somewhere behind him. 

I gasped as he pulled my face up to look at his. His eyes were dark and his brow was quirked up. 

"What made you think that you touching me like that would make me want to take you anywhere but my place?"

"I- I-" I was at a loss for words.

He stared down at me, face crowding mine. "Do you want me, Princess?" He asked and I sputtered on my own breath. 

"I- Eddie we can't." I averted my eyes from his.

His hand came up to hold my chin, pushing me to make eye contact. "Ah ah ah. That's not what I asked. Do. You. Want. Me?"

The emphasis on each work had my legs quaking and if I hadn't already been seated on the bike, I would have fallen to the ground from how weak my knees were."

In my head, I had a battle of my thoughts. Eddie was my brother's best friend, sleeping with him was a line that shouldn't be crossed. But on the other hand, he was right here, standing tall and attractive, literally offering himself up. 

My own selfish desires won out in the end as I slowly nodded my head. "Yes, I want you."

Before I could even register it, Eddie had slammed his mouth on mine. I leaned up into the kiss, small moans leaving me as I pushed my hand up into his hair at the nape of his neck. His hands roamed my body before hooking around my waist and lifting me off the bike. We stayed connected as he carefully led us both up the stairs and into the already unlocked trailer door. 

I pulled away from him, gasping for air. Eddie moved his lips down to my neck, sucking and biting into the skin. 

“Eddie,” I pushed at his shoulders. 

“Mmm,” He hummed into me. 

“Need you right now.” My fingers gripped his denim vest, pushing it off his shoulders with force. Next came his leather jacket, and they both found their new home on the floor of his living room. I smiled and pushed my lips back onto his, sighing at the feel. The taste of him was something I never knew I needed but now that I had had it, I couldn’t live without it. 

I wiggled under the touch of his fingers as they graze down from my hips and to the backs of my legs. He pinched the skin there lightly, then pulled me to him. “Jump,” he said and I did it. Jumping as he pulled me to him and wrapped my legs around his waist. The hem of my dress bunched up over my ass, leaving his hands to play with the soft lacy fabric of my panties. 

“God, you’re such a dream.” He whispered into my mouth. His feet moved then, walking us back to his bedroom “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you in my bed.” Eddie slowly bent down, laying me over the crumpled sheets of his messy bed. My hair spread out in a halo around my head and as he let go of me to lean back, he smiled. “So funckin’ beautiful.”

I could feel the blush rising to my cheeks, heat filtering through my whole body, collecting in my face and between my legs. 

“Shut up and fuck me already.” I whimpered out, hands reaching for him to pull him by the faded band tee back into me. 

Together we were a hurricane of limbs and discarded clothes on his bed. Hidden beneath the layers of jackets and chains was a nice sculpted chest with muscled rippling as he moved. I couldn’t help myself from placing my hands on the tattooed skin and feeling how soft he was. His hands in turn pushed up my body, cupping my breasts before setting his mouth on them. 

I moaned softly at the feeling of him sucking my nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the perked skin, my other hand massaging my other breast. I arched into his touch and whined when he let go with a pop to bless the second nipple. He stayed there for a few minutes before kissing his way down my stomach and between my thighs. I was in such a state of bliss I hardly had any words other than, yes, falling from my lips. 

Eddie’s fingers softly touched the skin of my mound, pulling the lips apart gently and breathing a breath. “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He smirks and my blush heats up my face. “Bet you taste even better.” 

With that, Eddi plunged his tongue between my slit, lapping at the wetness that had begun to pool there. My head was thrown back into the sheets, and my hair was tossed into my eyes. It felt so good to have him licking me up, humming at the taste. 

My hips bucked into his mouth as he kept cucking on my clit, drawing more moans from me. 

“Fuck, Eddie. So good.” I whined out, hands pulling at his hair. 

“I know Princess.” He grins against my pussy before going back in, tongue teasing my hole this time. 

I writhed under him, air leaving my lungs. My walls clenched around nothing as he barely pushed his tongue inside me. 

“Eddie, Please, need you in me.” I tugged on his hair. 

He didn’t respond, only moving one hand to push two of his thick fingers into my cunt. I cried out in pleasure, hips moving in time with the thrusts of his hand. The wet noises filling the room only made me wetter, it felt like I was practically gushing around him. 

A tightness in my stomach was quickly approaching and I knew I was about to cum. “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, I’m gonna cum,” I cried out, hips moving uncontrollably as he continued to pump his fingers in and out while sucking on my clit. He only hummed into me before I was pushed over the edge, my body shaking as I came.

Eddie removed his hand and mouth from my pussy and leaned back on his knees as I tried to catch my breath. Slowly he crawled up my body and smiled at my blissful expression. “You sound so beautiful when you cum for me. Gonna need to hear that again.” He pressed his lips to mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I could taste my arousal on him. 

Slowly, his hand grasped his cock and guided it between my legs, pushing it against my hole. 

“Please,” I begged, “need it so bad.” My hands reached around his shoulders, pulling him to me. 

Then, he pushed into me. The stretch was more consuming than that of his fingers, I could feel the pleasurable pain shooting through my body as he bottomed out in me, his breath ragged and shaky. 

“Fuck, So fucking tight baby.” He moaned into my mouth. 

“Move.” I was pleased, legs wrapping around his waist as he began to slowly move his hips. 

Short cries left me as he began to pick up his pace until he was practically pounding furiously into my cunt. We were both grunting together like animals as we writhed against one another. The room was hot and it smelled like sex, an arousing, foggy scent. 

I had cum once and so I was close to cumming a second time, my pussy sensitive. It didn’t help that Eddie had moved his thumb the rub fast circles onto my clit. I was trying to hold it in but I couldn’t. I let out a cry to warn him of my impending orgasm and all he did was coo into my ear. 

“Let go princess, let go. I’ve got you.” 

And I did, I let the fire in the pit of my abdomen erupt through me, the loud moans enough to probably wake the whole trailer park. My body shook as he pistoned into me, riding my orgasm out and tipping over into his. 

The uneven thrusts of his hips clued me into his fast-approaching orgasm and when he came, cum coating my overworked and spasming walls, I cried out. 

Eddie fell over on top of me, exhausted. I giggled as he brushed his hair away from both our faces and planted a sloppy kiss on my lips. 

“Can't believe I waited so long to fuck you like that. Better than I had imagined.”  He grinned, rolling over onto his side. 

I cuddled up into his side, needing his warmth as the room seemed to quickly cool down. “You imagined us together?” I asked surprised at his words. 

“Well yeah, for a few years now.” He stated that it was something I should have known. 

“I’ve thought about it too. Although more recently than a few years.”

Eddie just grinned and shook his head. 

I was quiet for a moment, thoughts swirling in my head. “Eddie?” I spoke up.

“Hum?” 

“Thank you for coming to get me earlier. That guy was a real jackass.” 

He laughed. “I'll always come to your rescue Princess.” 

“You’ll be my knight in shining leather?”

“The one and only.”

“So, are we gonna talk to Steve about this?” I ask, gesturing to ourselves. 

“I’d rather not die, but If you want to, we can. But that depends on what this is.” 

I thought for a second. We couldn’t really go back to normal, could we? Things would be too awkward. But did I want to risk possibly dating Eddie? What if this ruined not only our friendship but his friendship with my brother?

“Hey, hey, hey, I can practically see steam spewing from your ears at how hard you’re thinking.” He chuckled, placing a hand on my cheek and caressing it with his thumb.

“I think I’d like to try. Us, I mean. We can tell Stevie but just not right now, give it a month or two.” 

“Alright Princess, I can do that.”

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Toga Inumaki x Reader

Toge Inumaki:

You have a thing for characters with little screen time, are often quiet or have an intense love for Spongebob Squarepants.

First Date:

You had just been released from the hospital, a pair crutches adorning your arms. Honestly you were lucky to be alive. You had endured the worst Halloween of your life, luckily having survived the terrorist attack known as the Shibuya incident. All you wanted now was piece of mind. And to find that mysterious boy who had saved you from certain death. "Man, I'd really like to thank him somehow..." you muttered.

It was then that you spotted something silver out of the corner of your eye. "It couldn't be..." You forced yourself to walk as fast as you could, not caring about the pain your body was in. By the time you reached him you were gasping for air. "Mayo?" The figured turned to notice your presence. Wow. It was really him.

"Oh my God, it's you! Thank you for saving me! Please let me make it up to you in any way I can!" Now that you could get a better look, you noticed something was wrong. "Is his arm missing?..." You bowed your head and did your best to try to kneel (even if your crutches refused to let you). "Oh god... I hope that isn't my fault!" The boy began to shake his head causing you to give a sigh of relief.

"I really would like to make it up to you. By the way, I never got your name. Mine is #####. What's yours?" The boy opened his phone and texted his name onto a note app. (You were amazed that he could do this all with just one hand). In small letters you could read 'Inumaki Toge'. "Well Toga, why don't you let me treat you dinner at least?" He blinked at you. "Tuna?"

"Alright. I know a great place that serves sushi!" You took his hand and you heard the boy mutter "fish flakes..." An hour later and the two of you were now at Splendid Sushi. "How's the food?" Inumaki being memorized by all the wonder surrounding him, forgot about his cursed speech. "It's to die for." Suddenly you heard patrons collapsing and the screams of bystanders. "What the hell?!"

The boy started to shrink down into his seat. "Shit! Not again..." Before you could ask what he meant, you had the sudden urge to use the restroom. You then dashed for the bathroom and began to brawl with other survivors who were in dire need of using the small, occupied bathroom. It was at this point that Toga got up and left. He was not going to deal with this for the 375th time of his life.

[romancefranaticstay]

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Jeongin x reader

Category: very angst (with smut) with a happy ending

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You were crying in your bed, blankets covering your whole body. You were crying for the past week, because your heart got broken. You described it like painfuller than a knife in your throat.

Your now ex-boyfriend Jake and you had a heated argument, and you can say it got pretty wild. He suddenly brought another woman up during the argument, that was the last straw. You never saw him with rage in his eyes. It felt weird, and you couldn't look towards him the same way.

Your roommate Jeongin tried to cheer you up by watching some movie's or going to the mall. But it didn't help, it did help a bit, but not enough.

Another week pasted by, and you hoped for a phone call from him, but it never came...

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A month passed and your head was light as a feather. You were concentrating on your work for the past month. You got promoted and were doing great. You had a high position for someone with the age 23.

Tonight you had a formal dinner party. You actually didn't want to go, but you had to represent your company. You recently bought a tight black dress, which gave shape to every curve of your body.

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'You a bit excited?' Jeongin asked.

'Yeah, maybe, a tiny bit.'

'You know, there is going to be lots of food.'

'Thats the only positive part of tonight. But you know maybe ill met somebody.'

'Thats the spirit!'

You both were in a big limo the company bought. Jeongin stepped first out of the car and he reached his hand out to you. You placed your hand in his and stepped out of the car.

You two walked inside the building, getting greeted by everyone around. Hearing some whispers and some of the latest gossips. Jeongin had placed his hand on your waist, without you noticing. Everyone was talking with eachother.

When it was time to get seated to your table, Jeongin kept holding you by your waist. The chair was very comfortable and you had a good view.

Suddenly the lights went off, because it was time for a speech. You never saw this coming...

Jake (your ex) had to give a speech. He had everyone raise their glass. Jeongin putted his hand on your thight, because he saw you needed some comfort. The speech at first was very emotional and inspiring, but than...

'I want to thank mine company, mine family and ofcourse mine beautifull girlfriend, seated over there.'

He was pointing at some girl, she was seated at the back. It hurted you that he could move on so fast, and that he did this infront of your eyes. He knew you were seated in the front.

And the worst part was that everyone kinda knew about your break-up, so it was very uncomfortable. Tears started to appear in your eyes. You stayed strong the entire speech.

Finally the lights turned back on, and everyone was again walking around.

'I have to use the restroom, ill be right back.' you whispered in Jeongin's ear. He heard your voice crack a bit.

You walked fast upstairs, towards the bathroom. You locked yourself in a bathroomstall. Crying your heart out.

It isn't fair!

It isn't fair!

It isn't fair?

It isn't fair...

Jeongin got very worried, because you were locked up for the past 30 minutes.

'Excuse, i am going to use the restroom.' he said.

He ran upstairs, towards the ladies-restroom. He threw the door open. He looked which stalls were used, only one was... He could hear your sobs.

He knocked gently on the door: 'Y/N?'

Nothing.

'Y/N, could you open the door for me?'

Nothing.

'Please?'

You opened the door, tears rolling down your cheek.

'Oh, Y/N.' he placed his hand on your cheek, wiping your tears away.

'Why would he do that?'

'Because he is a bastard who doesn't deserve you.'

He opened his arms.

'You need a hug.'

His arms wrapped around your waist. Gently moving from the right to the left. One of his hands going towards your head. Softly petting your head. He looked at you. Your puppy eyes looking up to him.

His eyes looking from your eyes towards your lips. You saw what he was planning to do. His face coming slowly closer to yours. You could feel his warm breath.

His lips slowly pecking on yours. His lips were soft and plump. The warmth you feel was magical. Slowly you parted your mouth so he could get more access. His hand supporting the back of your head.

Your arms wrapped around his neck. He pushed you a bit on a wall. He started to leave sloppy kisse's on your jaw, then he found his way towards your neck. Leaving beautifull hickey's behind.

You started to undo his tie and unbutton his blouse. He started to do the same to you.

'Wait.' he whispered in your ear. He sprinted towards the door and locked it so nobody could interrupt you both.

This time his kisse's were a bit wild, but you loved it. Getting rid of your clothe's like a beast. Throwing everything aside only leaving your panties on. Him also throwing everything, but his underwear, aside.

His fingers finding a way in your panties, glinding in your fold. Hearing whimpers from your mouth. Suddenly he turned you around. His slowly pulled your panties to your knees. He took his lenght outside his underwear, he wrapped his hand around it and leaded it towards your ass.

He jerked his hips towards you, hearing a moan leaving your mouth. (You two weren't really talker during intimacy). He placed his hands on your hips and started to slowly pump into you. Your hand holded his head for support.

His pace started to go faster. You could hear him groan by every pump. His hands grabbed your hands and pinned them on the wall. The room was filled with skin-slapping sounds, it made everything more romantic.

Your back arched, because you were about to cum.

'Jeoniee, ah-h, i-i c-c-.' you couldn't create a sentice anymore. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head. His head was laying on your shoulder, licking and kissing your shoulder.

He suddenly slipped out of you and turned you around.

'I want to look at you when i cum.' he said out of breath.

He started to slowly pump in you again, while he was again pinning you against the wall. His eyes locking with yours, not looking away. Your orgasm was about the come, you really couldn't take it any longer.

'I i-need to c-cum.'

He started to fasten his pace, pumping into you as fast as possible. Throwing your head back. You could feel him hiding in the crook of your neck. You and him came at the same moment. Staying in the same position for a bit.

He grabbed your chin gently and brought you in for another sloppy kiss.

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You two finally were dressed up again. He kissed your cheek.

'You really want to go back downstairs?'

'We have to, don't we?'

'Do we?' he smirked.

'No we don't.' you smirked.

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THE END

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[m0chis-cafe]

how i think savanaclaw dorm members would kiss you.. ⋆⑅˚₊

word count; 1.5k

warnings; slight talk of self doubt/shutting people out (jack)

characters: Leona, Ruggie, Jack

Leona kingscholar🦁

-you cannot tell me this man wouldn't give you kisses while he's half asleep (i mean when isn't he half asleep...)

-his lips are dry, I'm sorry. his unique spell makes everything sand, but if you started putting chapstick on him he'd allow it

-if you try to leave while he's taking a nap during classes with you he drags you back down and starts kissing you until you agree to stay

-he's a lazy lion and his kisses are too. really slow and just kinda chill (unless you try leaving during one of his naps...)

-often kisses your forehead and neck/jaw

-sidenote; not about Leona kissing you, but I feel like he would melt if you kissed on or near his ears. just-food for thought don't mind me

-doesn't care about PDA

-would kiss you right in front of ruggie or jack, he just doesn't care

-if you did care he would dial it back, he just likes showing everyone your his

While sitting in magic history with Ruggie he got a text. All he did was groan and show you his phone, glancing up from your textbook you saw it was from Leona. He was asking Ruggie to give him the lesson from today and the classwork, saying he was skipping to take a nap.

"Can you get him? He's got to have told you where he was taking his stupid daily cat nap" he said with a blank yet annoyed expression. You let out a quiet laugh pulling out your phone to see a barrage of messages from Leona telling you to come to join him in the botanical gardens. showing Ruggie your phone as you raised your hand to ask Treinif you can go to the restroom. "take my bag back to savanaclaw when class is over, please, thanks!" you murmured to him, quickly flashing him a smile. "just like Leona..." you heard him grumbling before you slipped out of your seat.

making your way through the halls and to the botanical gardens you spotted Leona leaning his back against the base of a tree. his arms crossed and a soft look across his features. kneeling next to his sleeping figure you reached out a hand to poke his cheek repeatedly, "Leona, wake up. I snuck out past Trein just for you." After a few pokes one of his eyes opened slowly, "whaddya want herbivore-?".

sitting next to him he softly wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you to lean on his chest leaning his head back onto the tree. Trying to push him away slightly you frowned, "Hey, no. I came here to bring you to class. not to be swept into this." He looked down at you, sweeping a couple of kisses to the crown of your head, "Stay herbivore, please.". you melted at his words and into his embrace, closing your eyes and resting one of your hands on his warm chest. *I guess I could stay a while...*

Ruggie bucchi🍂

-he likes to tease you while kissing you

-makes me think of someone who would kiss the corners of your lips just to mess with you, or kiss near/on your ears after whispering in them just to mess with you

-another sidenote: the same thing as Leona, kiss his ears, please hell be so happy

-back to him, his lips are also kinda dry but soft at the same time

-he would drag you to do all of Leona's dirty work with him, not to make you do the work but just so he's not alone

-would absolutely melt if you offered to take care of some of the chores for him (please, hes stressed)

-while you guys are out doing Leona's chores he occasionally kisses your cheek or hand expressing his appreciation

-I can see him as being into small PDA bit not like full making out with you in front of people

-very handsy though, with arms around your shoulder, hands on your hips or waist holding you close, you name it he does it (as long as you are comfortable with it obviously)

You and Ruggie were walking down the halls after history to get to the cafeteria. Your hands were laced together so he wouldn't lose you with how fast he was walking. It was a day when the cafeteria was selling something that Leona needed apparently, so you got dragged with him to keep him company and to get your own food.

After waiting in line for almost 15 minutes you got Leona's food and both of yours. You were about to sit down when Ruggies phone buzzed, he pulled it out opening the notification with a groan tilting his head back. "what's wrong?", you reached your hand out to touch his arm looking up at him with concern.

"He's in the courtyard, he doesn't want to walk all the way over here" looking down at you apologetically, "i'll be right back, ok?" before he could even turn around fully you grabbed the back of his jacket pulling him down onto one of the cafeteria benches. "What was that for?" he screeched.

"I'll bring him his lunch, you stay here. You need a break, Ruggie..." He leaned in, giving you a small kiss on the corner of your lips, "Thank you", you mumbled a quick 'no problem' before getting Leona's lunch in hand. you planted a kiss between his ears and on the tips of each before leaving quickly, "I'll be right back!" leaving the poor boy flustered on the bench to stare blankly at the food in front of him with a blush dusting his cheeks.

Jack Howl🐺

-no matter how tough he wants to act, he's a big softie with you

-I feel like he would have well taken care of his lips, as we see in book 5 he was friends with Vil when they were kids

-so I feel like some of his beauty tips would've rubbed off on him, I mean have you seen his hair, it's gorgeous

-he's someone that kisses your forehead a lot and the inside of your wrists

-not someone who shows a ton of physical affection as he gets flustered so easily, but when you're alone hell give you as many kisses as you want

-following that, not super into PDA

-if you needed it I feel like he'd be comfortable after a while, as well as surrounded by friends

-he's the type to, without words, understand what you feeling and know how to make you feel better

-he holds your hand or wraps his arm around your shoulder while walking you to class

You walk through the halls with Jack and the rest of the freshmen on the way to the cafeteria. You all had hard exams that day, in which you didn't score the highest one, but none of you did really. The highest score was Epels, and he only got a 72% thanks to Vils nagging him the night before. You had scored one of the lowest in the group, and it was really getting to your head so you chose to stay silent the whole walk.

You kept your eyes downcast the whole walk to the cafeteria, barely noticing Jack's arm wrapped around your shoulder the whole time. Blindly letting him guide you to a table telling you to save the area as the rest of the freshman bags fell to the seats surrounding you. You felt him softly kiss your head as he walked with the remaining boys to get the food.

As you waited for them to return you sat and fiddled with the bracelet Jack had gotten you long ago (made out of the same beads that Savanclaw jewelry is made out of, yk what I mean). Your vacant gaze on your bracelet-covered wrist was broken at the sound of Deuce and Ace yelling at each other as they sat down first, followed suit by Epel and Sebek. Jack was last to join the group, arriving a few minutes after everyone else, he sat right next to you carrying both of your lunches. Looking at the food you realized that it wasn't normal cafeteria food, but your favorite snacks from Sam's shop.

Lifting your chin to look at him you simply smiled and leaned into his side as a show of gratitude for the kind gesture. You felt one of his hands come to the back of your head, directing you towards him as you felt him kiss your forehead. All you heard was Ace groaning, "get a room!" followed by a loud gasp from Sebek, "WE ARE IN PUBLIC". Sticking your tongue out at them all as you spoke for the first time since the exam, "you're all just jealous" leaning up to kiss Jack's cheek. They all groaned, but in reality, they were just glad you were feeling better.

[pannman]

Could I request something where Valentino says he'll pay for ftm readers' testosterone and surgeries (top and bottom) if he signs a contract saying he'll work for him after everything heals.

I haven't done a Valentino fic in a while

The Offer

Tw: brief mentions of gender dysphoria and body dysphoria, swearing, Valentino being Valentino

Willing to do a part 2 later with more yandere themes if you guys like this one

Hell wasn't exactly a place filled with great health care insurance. There weren't many decent jobs. You were desperate for a job that would help pay for your transition. You knew you weren't the most qualified to work as in IT support at Voxtech. The most experience you had was some customer service experience working in fast food. And you were sure the competition would be stiff. But you knew a good first impression can do wonders

So with your best business casual clothes (that you could afford), a polished up resume, and a dozen practice sessions behind you, you arrived early for your interview

Just as you thought, you were NOT the only one interested in this position. You sat and waited, carefully thinking about your answers to potential questions

You were the last one interviewed. You were expecting Vox to be at the interview. You weren’t sure why. You just thought he'd be present. Instead it was two people in upper management who worked for him instead

"Hello, there Mr. Y/N, you are our last interview for tonight." The man who's sinner form looked similar to an eel of some kind shook your hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you" you replied trying to hold back yourself from talking too much. You were nervous and desperate and it made you want to ramble or try too hard. But you needed to remain appearing calm and professional

The older woman who had a frog like appearance looked rather bored and tired as she didn't say anything yet. The man decided to begin with the first question. "So what made you interested in this position?" He asked. You told him that you liked Voxtech and the innovations associated with it and that you were excited at the opportunity to be a part of it. This was true but it wasn't the real reason which you chose to keep private for now

The woman finally spoke. "You and everyone other applicant here" she spoke in an unamused tone. You knew it was a basic answer but you didn't feel comfortable exposing your identity at that time and it was the only other answer that had some truth to it

The man continued "do you have any technological experience?" You were dreading this question but still you answered as best you could. "No, I worked in customer service before though IT is a new field for me, but I'm very eager to learn" you said with a smile. You kept your posture straight and tried to keep your body relaxed. You wanted to project confidence

"Apparently not eager enough to learn before coming here" the woman commented rolling her eyes. You were beginning to worry. She clearly didn't like you or was in a bad mood from interviewing all day. Hopefully you could get her on your side and it wouldn't hurt your chances

The man gave the woman an uncomfortable glance. Before returning to his questions. "So, what could say would set you apart from our other applicants?" He asked. You thought about what you would say to this question. "Well, I'm really good at making connections, I work well with people and I am good at teamwork. I'm willing work hard to earn my place here" you said hoping it would be enough

The woman gave an annoyed chuckle. The man gathered his papers. "Thank you for coming in. We'll give you a call if we are interested." He said as he led you out. "Don't quit your day job just yet" you heard the woman say just you exited

You were pretty sure you did not get the job even before you had left the building. You headed down the hall and realized you had to use the restroom. You stopped to talk to the secretary and asked where the bathroom was

She pointed in the general direction without glancing up from her phone. Great! Another cheerful, delightful person...

You went down the hallway to the right. You didn't see a bathroom. You turned left hoping it was the right direction and soon you could hear someone yelling. You turned left still not seeing a bathroom so you continued further. You headed to turn right at the end of the hall when you collided with someone. Someone quite tall.

"Who the fuck isn't watching where they are-" the tall moth sinner paused when saw you. You recognized him immediately as the one the vees. Valentino.

"Well... my apologies, I shouldn't been storming out in a blind rage." His demeanor changed and a razor sharp smile spread across his face. He lowered an arm to help you up. You took it. Not exactly wanting to piss him off after he was about to bite your head off. Or something worse. "Tell me, what brings a such muy gaupo man to my part of the building?"

How lost were you? You stammered a bit. He made you nervous. You weren't sure if it was his angry outburst earlier or the fact that he towered over you but something about him seemed.... dangerous. I mean he was an overlord. He was dangerous

"I-i... I had an interview for a position at Voxtech." You finally managed to say. You felt his hand on your back guiding you (almost straight up pushing you) along with him as he walked and talked. He asked you how the interview went

"Good..." Your fake confidence was failing you now as you were incredibly nervous and uncomfortable in his presence. "Oh, poor bambino, was it that bad?" He asked in a tone of worry that was if he'd known you longer than 5 minutes

You decided that lying to him wasn't working. "I don't really have any experience for the job. And don't think one of the interviewers liked me much" you admitted. You felt a hand on your shoulder and you looked up to see him grinning down at you. He had barely touched you yet it felt like he was being touchy. You shrunk in his gaze. "Why do you want a job cooped up in some office anyway?" He asked. You thought about your answer to his question. You sighed. "I liked the benefits. The pay is good, so is the health insurance...." You trailed off

He seemed to read you like a book. "Money and health insurance. You got an illness or something?" He didn't seem to actually think you had an illness. He was probing you. And you didn't know how to think properly right now. "Its... for testosterone... and surgery..." You weren't sure if he was going to know what you were talking about. "So, you trying to get the right parts hmm?" Oh, he did know

"Well, you know..." he continued "my porn stars get superior health coverage. If you work for me you could get the same package. And one day have your own... package" he said the last part in a tone that sounded lustful and you didn't really think this was a good idea. But, you had tried everything. This was your first job offer that actually had good benefits. Interview after interview. Let down after let down. Maybe this was all you could get. Maybe this was the best you'll ever be...

"Ok... it-it sounds like a good option I guess" you stuttered. His eyes lit up like something predatory had awakened inside them. "Great! I'll draw up the paperwork. Follow me" he didn't trudge ahead instead once again guiding you along with him this time with a firm grip on your side as if he was worried you'd take off. And you definitely had considered it

He led you to his studio. People were on set everywhere. You were no stranger to sex but even this was getting you quite flustered. He led you into his office and pulled out a contract from the drawer under his desk

You don't know why you did it. You didn't see any other way. You wanted to finally feel right in your body. To like who you see in the mirror. And even though every instinct was telling you not to, you signed it...

Valentino watched you and flashed a dangerous grin "good boy. I just can't wait to get started..."

[areasontoismile]

This is me reliving my tumblr so I can get some feelings off of my chest

I’m 12 years old. A family member is sitting on a computer desk and calls me to watch this performance of five boys singing so nicely. “The blonde one is so cute!” they say. I have no idea who they are but the blonde one is in fact cute.

13. My life kinda sucks right now because everything is changing too fast and I can’t handle it. The only thing that helps me cope with life is coming home from school and watching every single video, interview, performance and learn lyrics to their songs - and I don’t even understand what they’re saying most of the time.

Now I’m 14. It’s a hot day and we’re celebrating Mother’s Day in my country. My mom drives me to the stadium and my heart is so heavy with excitement I can’t contain myself. I stand there from 10 am till midnight, no food, not using the restroom, sun on my head and I’ve never been happier. I see them, I’m so close to them I can see how in between the vocals Harry is thanking everyone for coming to see them - all that off mic. I can see Louis making funny faces for us, I see zayn picking my friend’s flag and lifting it up. I can see Niall smiling and enchanting everyone. I see Liam being the nicest human being ever - always on center, like the north of the band. Harry dedicates the concert for all the mothers for letting us go see them. I leave and hug my mom so hard, it’s the best day of my life and I’m terribly thankful to her for letting me be there.

I’m 16. I’m logging on my Facebook after school and my heart drops: zayn is leaving the band. I could see that coming but why is it so sad? I hope everyone is ok.

I’m 17. They’re taking a break. It’s ok, I guess. They need to rest. Can’t wait to hear their solo songs.

I’m 18. I’m sitting on the bus on my way to college and my face can’t hide the giant smile on my face while listening to all the solo song from the guys. They’re so good they should be in a band.

I’m 21. I become an orphan due to Covid. Life is not worth living. I can’t listen to music anymore because it feels like I’m betraying my parents by doing something good for me. I deserve to suffer. Hey, liam is doing a live on Instagram and Niall is joining him! I can’t believe they’re still close. It makes me happy. Maybe I deserve to numb the pain sometimes. Maybe my parents would like to see me happy.

I’m 25. It’s a sunny day and the day before I had to go to the cemetery wich always makes me emotional. I think today it’s gonna be better. I open Instagram. My heart stops for a second. What do you mean Liam died? What? That must be fake. No way. But what about his baby? What about his family? My heart is so broken it doesn’t make sense - he didn’t even know me. I feel like part of my childhood is gone.

[sparkymalone]

Okay, so remember how it was Kazuichi's birthday like... two weeks ago? Well, here's that birthday fic, lmao.

This took a long time just because life kept getting in the way. Hopefully the quality didn't suffer. Please enjoy~

A Sonsoudam Birthday Special!

Rating: Here be smut.

Word Count: 4593

So far, Kazuichi's birthday left a lot to be desired.

His parents hadn't done anything for him, which was fine. He didn't expect them to, since they never did. His mother had at least texted him to wish him ‘happy birthday,’ so that was nice.

Kazuichi had looked forward to spending the day with his friends much more. Hajime had made plans with some of the others to take Kazuichi out for the day. The mechanic was thrilled, since he didn't have a lot of good birthday memories.

They met up at a fast food restaurant Kazuichi liked. Most of his class was there, and the knowledge that that many people wanted to celebrate his birthday warmed his heart. He ended up crying awkwardly on Hajime's shoulder until Fuyuhiko grumpily shoved him away from his boyfriend.

Still, lunch had been nice. There was plenty of fun conversation and good, greasy food. Kazuichi had a pretty good time.

After that, several of his classmates had to leave, claiming they had other plans. Kazuichi wasn't bothered by it. He didn't need a big group to celebrate the rest of his birthday.

The remaining group decided to go see a movie. There was a new action flick out that Kazuichi was dying to see, so when Hajime suggested they go, he excitedly agreed. They made their way to the theater, got their tickets and snacks, and took their seats.

Kazuichi enjoyed the movie, but he began feeling like the odd man out part way through. He was unsurprised that Hajime ended up making out with his boyfriend for most of the film, since he and Fuyuhiko were usually all over each other when they thought no one was looking. Sonia and Gundham weren't kissing, thankfully, but they were still sitting rather close together, and Kazuichi felt his usual twinge of jealousy.

Honestly, he probably would've felt like a total fifth wheel if none of his other friends were there. Nekomaru and Chiaki were sitting between Kazuichi and Sonia, and he was thankful for the obstruction so he couldn't see his beloved princess cuddling with her boyfriend.

Unfortunately, that didn't last. Chiaki fell asleep almost immediately, slouched in her seat. Nekomaru left about thirty minutes into the movie, announcing his need to use the restroom. Kazuichi sighed, knowing he wasn't coming back.

That basically left Kazuichi alone with the two happy couples. He tried not to think about it or feel lonely, instead focusing on the movie. For the most part, he was able to ignore the others, except for when Fuyuhiko let a moan slip out or Sonia quietly giggled about something. But it was fine.

Eventually, the movie was over, and Kazuichi felt excited to find out what Hajime had planned next. He was disappointed, however, when his friend told him that he was going to bail early to get Chiaki home, since she was still falling asleep. Kazuichi frowned, but he still voiced his understanding. Fuyuhiko opted to go with his boyfriend, and the three of them began walking home.

That left Kazuichi with Sonia and Gundham. Normally, he would be thrilled to spend time with Miss Sonia, especially on a day like his birthday. But Gundham being there made the situation much less exciting.

Kazuichi turned to his two remaining friends, feeling his stomach sink as he saw the two of them huddled together, talking quietly. The mechanic considered just calling the whole thing off and heading home, but his thoughts were interrupted by both Sonia and Gundham turning to face him.

“What would you like to do next, Kazuichi?” Sonia asked, smiling brightly.

The pink-haired boy's eyes lit up. “You mean… you still wanna hang out?”

Gundham chuckled. “Of course, Tinkerer. It is still the anniversary of your birth, is it not?”

Kazuichi's chest felt warm and he rubbed it absently. “Aww… Thanks, guys…”

The three of them spent the rest of the afternoon together. They went to a few shops and then a small bakery, where Sonia insisted Kazuichi pick out a cake. He did so cheerfully, feeling completely ecstatic that Miss Sonia was buying him cake for his birthday.

Eventually they headed back to the dormitories, cake in tow. Kazuichi led the way to his room, and, after a brief debate about what to watch, the three of them enjoyed the small cake. The atmosphere was friendly and comfortable, everything that Kazuichi had ever wanted.

The mechanic was thrilled that he and Sonia were having fun, but he was surprised by how much he was enjoying spending time with Gundham. Normally he couldn't stand the other boy, considering him annoying and just generally an obstacle between himself and his beloved princess. But today, actually sitting and talking with him, Kazuichi found himself having a really good time.

As night approached, Sonia stretched and yawned. “Perhaps it's time to get back to our own rooms.”

Kazuichi's heart sank. She was right, of course, they would eventually need to part ways, but he honestly didn't feel ready yet.

Sensing his hesitation, Gundham placed a soothing hand on Kazuichi's shoulder, causing the pink-haired boy to look at him in surprise. “Your mortal form requires rest, Tinkerer. As does the Dark Queen.”

Rolling his eyes at the nicknames, Kazuichi huffed. “I guess,” he mumbled.

Sonia laughed softly. “It has been a lot of fun ‘chilling out’ with you, Kazuichi. But unless we're having a slumber party, I believe it’s time to go.”

The mechanic's eyes widened and a blush slowly spread across his face at the thought of having a slumber party with Sonia.

Gundham grabbed Kazuichi by the chin and turned his face towards him. “Spare my queen your impure thoughts,” he ordered in a low tone.

Kazuichi was horrified by the way his body reacted to the sudden, dominant move. He stammered out a reply, feeling heat rising inside of him, eyes locked with the breeder.

Sonia smiled mischievously as she looked between the two boys, immediately understanding Kazuichi's expression. “Oh, my… Perhaps you really were hoping for a sleepover.”

The mechanic turned to her, a sense of shame settling in his gut. “N-No! I wasn't thinking anything weird, I just-!” He trailed off, glancing between his two friends. He sighed. “I guess I just wasn't ready for my birthday to be over yet, y'know? It's… probably the best one I've ever had.”

Surprised, Sonia and Gundham looked at each other. They silently debated what to do, neither one wanting to abandon Kazuichi after such an earnest confession.

The princess scooted closer. The three of them were all sitting on the floor with their backs against Kazuichi's bed, and Sonia moved in until her shoulder was brushing Kazuichi's. “Well,” she began cautiously. “Maybe we don't need to leave quite yet.”

“I suppose we can spare a bit more time,” Gundham agreed, bumping against Kazuichi's other shoulder.

The pink-haired boy broke into a toothy grin. “Really? You guys want to keep hanging out?” His friends nodded, and Kazuichi couldn't help feeling warm and fuzzy. He also pointedly ignored the more complicated feelings that arose when he thought about being sandwiched in between the other two.

For the next couple of hours, they watched some show or another while Kazuichi talked excitedly, thrilled to have someone to talk to. His friends thankfully didn't seem to mind, keeping up with the conversation as much as they could.

Sonia and Gundham kept giving each other looks that Kazuichi couldn't decipher. He tried to ignore it at first, but eventually it started to get to him.

“Hey,” he said after catching it happening again. “Why do you guys keep doing that? Are you not having a good time?” His anxiety welled up inside him as he awaited an answer.

Gundham shook his head. “I assure you that we are enjoying your company, Tinkerer.”

“Then what-” Kazuichi was cut off as Sonia took him by the chin the same way Gundham had earlier.

“You have nothing to worry about,” the princess assured him, and when had she gotten so close? “We are having a burst.”

“A what?!” the mechanic squeaked.

“A blast,” Gundham corrected, and now he was much closer than Kazuichi remembered, too.

Kazuichi's heart began beating faster as he realized that both of them were closing in on him. “I'm glad, but wh-”

He was cut off again when Gundham leaned in to murmur into his ear, “We only wish to make your day as memorable as possible.”

The pink-haired boy shivered at the way the breeder's voice rumbled. “U-Uh… Thanks…?”

Sonia was still smiling at him, but there was something about her expression that had Kazuichi's pulse jumping. “Is there anything else you'd like to do for your birthday?” she purred.

Kazuichi had never been this confused - or this turned on. What the hell was happening? Were Sonia and Gundham coming on to him? Ignoring the hopeful twinge he felt, he glanced between his two friends. “Um, I'm… open to suggestions…”

The princess's gaze became mischievous again. “In my country, there is a tradition where the person whose birthday it is receives a spanking equal to the number of years they're celebrating. Does that sound like something you'd like to do?”

Looking at her in shock, Kazuichi's mouth worked soundlessly. What was he supposed to say to that? What could he say to that? Other than-

“Yes, please.”

Kazuichi was startled to realize that the plea had come from him. He liked the sound of Sonia's “tradition” way more than he thought he would. He liked it even more when Sonia clapped her hands together happily.

“Wonderful!” The princess looked past Kazuichi. “Gundham, would you please assist me?”

Suddenly Kazuichi found himself being manhandled up onto his knees and bent over the edge of the bed. He yelped in surprise, looking up at Gundham. The breeder just smirked at him, holding his arms behind his back.

“Now, Kazuichi,” Sonia began, commanding his attention once more. “Obviously a spanking works better if you remove your pants, but if you aren't comfortable-”

Before she could even finish, Kazuichi struggled out of Gundham's grip and began unzipping his jumpsuit. He didn't even consider how strange the situation was as he kicked the garment off, leaving him in his undershirt and underwear. He paused when he saw the surprised looks on the other two’s faces. “Uh…”

Sonia recovered quickly, smiling at his eagerness. “Excellent. Now resume your position.” She chuckled as Kazuichi clambered to do what she said, bending over the edge of the bed again. “Good boy.”

The mechanic shivered at her praise. He knew he should probably feel ashamed about how eager he was, but Miss Sonia was telling him to take his clothes off, so his shame could wait.

Above him, Gundham cleared his throat. One glance at the taller boy revealed that his face was completely flushed. “What now, my queen?”

Sonia surveyed the situation, eyes sparkling with excitement. She had always loved giving orders, as she was raised to do, so the feeling of power over her classmate was exhilarating. And if Kazuichi enjoyed following, then that was even better.

“Gundham,” Sonia began, drawing herself up and using her full royal aura, “spank this man.”

Kazuichi felt a brief moment of panic. He had agreed to the scenario under the assumption that Miss Sonia would be the one spanking him, so the knowledge that it would be Gundham was a little upsetting. He began to sit up, but was blocked when the breeder grabbed his arms. Gundham easily manhandled him, twisting his arms up behind him so that he could hold them with one hand, pressing his cheek against the mattress.

“Remain still, Tinkerer,” the dark-haired boy rumbled. “I will use force to keep you in your place, if I must.”

Kazuichi was horrified when another shiver of excitement ran through him at the mention of being put in his place. He was certain he was straight (definitely, probably, maybe) so he wasn't sure what to think about his sudden desire to be ordered around by Gundham, of all people.

And yet, when the breeder told him to ready himself, he did just that. He leaned more onto the mattress, presenting his backside. He took a shaky breath and then… waited.

He didn't have to wait long. Gundham raised his free hand and brought it down on Kazuichi's ass. It wasn't a particularly hard slap, but it was enough to make the mechanic yelp.

“One!” Sonia counted cheerfully.

Huffing out a laugh, Gundham repeated the action, spanking the other boy again. Kazuichi cried out again, more in surprise than in pain.

“Two!”

By the third strike, Kazuichi became acutely aware that his underwear was softening the blows. His traitorous brain told him that the whole situation would be better if Gundham was hitting his bare skin, but he fought those thoughts back. Having his bare ass out would be fucking weird, why would he want that?

Unfortunately for him, Gundham realized the same thing. “My lady, I believe these swats would be more effective without this fabric barrier.” He curled one finger under the waistband of Kazuichi's underwear and tugged on it to illustrate his point, making the pink-haired boy yelp.

“H-Hey!” Kazuichi whined.

Sonia just nodded. “Yes, I see. Shall we remove them?”

“Hey!” the mechanic cried again.

The other two looked at him in concern. “Is this still alright, Kazuichi?” Sonia asked him earnestly.

Kazuichi looked up at her, feeling a flood of emotions. On the one hand, he wanted to please Sonia, but on the other hand, being half naked in front of her was a little… much.

Not to mention the fact that Gundham was also there. Kazuichi glanced up at the taller boy. Gundham was watching him, cheeks still flushed, but his expression was neutral.

The pink-haired boy considered his options, really analyzing how he felt. This whole thing was so sudden, but the idea of a birthday spanking was so weirdly appealing, and the possibility of it getting even better certainly was tempting. Sure, letting them take off his underwear was embarrassing, but it might be worth it.

And so, Kazuichi sighed and laid his head back down, cheeks burning with shame. “I-It's fine.”

“Are you certain? Don't just say yes for our sakes,” Sonia told him, furrowing her brow.

Gundham hummed in agreement. “This is all meant to be for you, my paramour. We do not wish to push you so far out of the realm of your comfort.”

Ignoring the strange nickname, Kazuichi put on his best reassuring smile. “It's totally fine. I want to try it, too. So go ahead.”

Sonia and Gundham exchanged a look, but ultimately decided to continue. The breeder tightened his grip on Kazuichi's arms and used his free hand to peel his boxers off. The pink-haired boy helped shift his position so that the garment could be completely removed, leaving him half-naked in his bedroom with his two hot classmates, and oh god, how did this get so out of hand?!

…And did he just think of Gundham as hot?!

His inner panic was immediately stifled when Gundham's hand came down on his bare ass, producing a stinging sensation that made Kazuichi yelp. It hurt, but it also felt weirdly… good. So good that he almost didn't notice when Sonia started her count back at ‘one.’

“H-Hey,” he panted, looking up at the princess. “Shouldn't that be ‘four?’”

Sonia glared back at him, hands on her hips. “Are you talking back to me?”

Kazuichi's eyes widened and another weird thrill ran through him, pooling hot in his lower belly. “No, of course not!” he quickly insisted. “B-But I already got three-” He cut off with a shout as Gundham spanked him again.

“Two,” Sonia told him smugly, making it very clear that she would not be accepting any arguments.

The mechanic looked up at her hazily, feeling his body responding to the dominant treatment. “Two,” he agreed quietly.

Above him, Gundham chuckled. “Submitting so easily, my paramour?” He swatted the other boy's backside again, pausing to allow his partners to count. “Perhaps you are enjoying this little game more than you anticipated, hmm?”

Kazuichi glared at him. “Speak plainly, you freak-!” He was cut off again by another smack, but this time, the sound that came out of his mouth was much closer to a moan.

“I think you are right, Gundham. I think he's enjoying himself,” Sonia practically purred. She sat on the edge of the bed right next to where Kazuichi was bent over. “But, just in case he isn't,” she began, reaching out to stroke the mechanic's hair, “he should choose a safeword. So, Kazuichi?”

This situation just got weirder and weirder, but Kazuichi was more than ready to just roll with it. He leaned into Sonia's touch as his brain quickly scrambled to come up with a safeword. A thought dawned on him and he glanced up at Gundham, smirking slightly. “Hamster.”

The breeder glared at him, but Sonia giggled. “Alright, then. The safeword is ‘hamster.’”

With an unamused huff, Gundham swatted Kazuichi's ass again. “Very well, Tinkerer. You may invoke the Four Dark Devas of Destruction, if you must. Whatever ensures your comfort.”

“Shut up,” Kazuichi grumbled. That earned him a much harder smack, and this time he definitely let out a moan.

“Shall we continue?” Sonia asked sweetly. Kazuichi nodded, looking ashamed, but he still seemed to be enjoying himself.

Gundham continued administering swats to Kazuichi's backside and Sonia continued counting cheerfully. The mechanic bit his lip, trying not to let another moan slip out, but it was futile. About halfway through, he gave up and let himself enjoy his birthday spanking. He gasped and moaned and squirmed beneath his partners’ gaze.

Finally, the last smack landed on Kazuichi's ass, causing him to cry out one last time. There was a pause as the mechanic caught his breath, leaning heavily on the bed.

Gundham gently caressed the reddened skin of Kazuichi's backside, soothing the sting. “You did well, my paramour.”

“Yes, that was a wonderful performance,” Sonia assured him, running her fingers through his hair.

Kazuichi made a weak noise, mind hazy. Somehow, the spanking had felt so good, and he was now faced with the conundrum of being rock hard in front of his friends. He felt ashamed of himself, getting a boner over something so weird, but he also didn't really care. Sonia and Gundham were petting him and god, did he want them to do more.

He looked up at Sonia nervously. The princess tilted her head slightly. “What is it? Is there something else you want?”

Kazuichi was struggling to find the words. Above him, Gundham chuckled low in his throat. “I believe I know what this harlot craves.” The mechanic felt another shiver of excitement at being referred to as a ‘harlot,’ but he didn't have time to unpack his feelings before Gundham used his grip on his arms to pull him into a kneeling position, revealing his erection.

Yelping, Kazuichi struggled in his grip, blood rushing to his cheeks and his cock in equal measure. “Hey! W-What the fuck-!”

Sonia wasn't listening, just nodding in agreement with her boyfriend. “Yes, I believe you're right. Judging by his predicament, I think our pet needs a helping hand, don't you?”

The pink-haired boy blinked in surprise. A helping hand? Did that mean…?

“I agree,” Gundham replied. He moved behind Kazuichi, tightening his hold on his arms to keep him immobile. “I believe he would prefer your touch, my queen.”

“Perhaps,” Sonia purred, reaching out to tilt Kazuichi's chin up, commanding his attention. “But he will take what he can get, won't he?”

The mechanic nodded mindlessly, completely enamored by the princess in front of him. He really would prefer to have Sonia touch him, but if she told him that Gundham was going to jerk him off instead, he would gladly take it.

So it was a pleasant surprise when Sonia leaned down and wrapped her fingers around his erection. He felt an immediate surge of pleasure, and he bucked into her hand with a gasp.

The princess chuckled. “Oh, my. He certainly is responsive.” She began slowly stroking his cock up and down, smiling when he bucked again. “Gundham, please hold him still.”

“Of course,” the dark-haired boy replied, voice rumbling in Kazuichi's ear. He was still holding the mechanic's arms, and his free hand moved to grasp his hip, keeping them in place. “Behave yourself, Tinkerer.” As he spoke, his breath washed over Kazuichi's ear, making him shiver.

Sonia resumed stroking the pink-haired boy, slender fingers skimming along his length. Kazuichi moaned sharply, marveling at how soft the princess' hand was. He couldn't help staring, watching her tug and tease and squeeze and-

“Does that feel good?” Sonia asked in a low tone. The smirk on her lips clearly conveyed that she already knew what his answer would be.

Kazuichi nodded emphatically. “Yes! Mmn, please don't stop!”

“Is this what you wanted for your birthday?” Sonia purred, jerking him faster.

The mechanic wanted to answer, but her hand just felt so good, all that came out of his mouth was a moan. He nodded again, hoping that was enough.

Gundham chuckled in his ear, hot breath making his eyelids flutter. Kazuichi turned his head to say something to the other boy (he had no idea what), but he froze when he found his face only inches away from his own. Gundham raised an eyebrow at him, and Kazuichi wasn't sure what to make of the sudden fluttering in his stomach.

His brain was too clouded by lust to unpack his feelings, so instead he ignored them. He let his instinct lead, gasping and attempting to buck into Sonia's hand, before abruptly lunging forward and crashing his lips into Gundham's.

The dark-haired boy was clearly caught off-guard. He let out a startled noise, but quickly regained his composure. He kissed back with equal fervor, tongue swiping over Kazuichi's lower lip. As soon as the mechanic opened his mouth, Gundham deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into his mouth.

Kazuichi had never been this confused, but he genuinely didn't care about that right now. His hips were jerking forward with every stroke of Sonia's fingers, chasing the pleasure. He whimpered into Gundham's mouth, squeezing his eyes shut.

He barely registered Sonia's pleased hum. “You two look so cute together.”

The pink-haired boy broke the kiss in a panic. “W-Wait, but you're the one that I - ahh!” He cut off with a cry as Sonia tightened her grip. She began stroking him more roughly than before, making him gasp and writhe.

“Now, now,” the princess teased, leaning closer. “Gundham and I have agreed to share you. You should be grateful to have two dominant partners like this.” She curled her free hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer until their noses were brushing. “You should thank us,” she told him in a low tone.

Kazuichi didn't even hesitate. “Thank you!”

“So impersonal,” Sonia chided, jerking him slower, fingers gliding over his skin in long, languid strokes. “You can do better than that, can't you, Kazuichi?”

The mechanic nodded eagerly, hips bucking again. “R-Right, of course I can… Thank you, Miss Sonia!” he gasped.

Sonia gave a pleased hum. “And who else?”

Kazuichi's mind went blank for a moment before he realized what she meant. “Oh… uh…” He turned his head to look at the boy behind him. “Thank you, Gundham…”

The breeder smirked at him. “You are most welcome, my paramour.” He leaned in to kiss Kazuichi's neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. “Now, beg the Dark Queen for your release.”

Blinking hazily, the pink-haired boy returned his attention to Sonia, moaning hoarsely. “P-Please, Miss - ahh!” He cut off with a sharp cry as Gundham bit the side of his neck.

“That is not the title I told you to use,” Gundham growled, and the sound made Kazuichi's knees feel weak.

Way past the point of having shame, Kazuichi quickly changed his plea. “Ngh, Dark Queen, can I please, please cum?”

Sonia gave him a satisfied smirk. “Oh? I think you can beg better than that.”

Kazuichi was so close now, but Sonia was stroking him so slowly, and he would give anything to get off. So he begged.

“Please, please, Miss Sonia, Dark Queen, I'll be so good, please let me cum, hah… Please…!” His hips bucked helplessly as he teetered on the edge.

The princess chuckled and caught Gundham's eyes. “Shall we give him what he wants?”

Humming thoughtfully, Gundham smirked back at her. “I suppose he has been behaving for us. Perhaps he has earned his release.”

Sonia nodded in agreement. “I think you're right. So, Kazuichi,” she locked eyes with the mechanic, expression completely serious. In her most commanding voice, she ordered, “Cum for us.”

Immediately, Kazuichi's hips jerked forward and his seed spilled over Sonia's fingers. He let out a long moan as his climax crashed over him. Eventually, he sagged in Gundham's hold, completely spent.

Sonia released him and went to get some tissues as Gundham relaxed his grip on Kazuichi's arms, gently easing him into a more comfortable position. The pink-haired boy looked up at the other two, panting and slowly gathering his wits. Sonia returned with the tissues and offered some to Kazuichi.

The mechanic furrowed his brow, his thoughts finally beginning to clear. “...What the hell just happened?”

Chuckling, the princess sat on the bed in front of him. “You seemed like you needed some birthday cheer.”

“Yeah, but… what?” Kazuichi reiterated, still confused.

“We have both had our eye on you for a while now, my paramour,” Gundham answered. “Tonight provided us an opportunity to act.”

Sonia nodded. “Yes, we have been trying to figure out a way to invite you to join us, however, it's a bit hard to find a chance to ask.” She smiled, looking a little embarrassed.

Kazuichi glanced back and forth between the two incredulously. “You… But you two are dating…”

“Yes,” Sonia confirmed.

“But you… want me to join you?” Kazuichi continued.

“Correct,” Gundham answered.

The pink-haired boy couldn't believe it. “But… why? Sorry, I just never really got the feeling that you guys liked me. Hell, I thought Gundham hated me.”

Sonia reached down to take his hand. “I am sorry if we made you feel like we didn't like you. I assure you that we do.”

Kazuichi looked at her hand gently holding his own. He had dreamt of being with her for so long, so having her here, asking him to be in a relationship with her, made his heart race. But on the other hand…

He glanced at Gundham, not sure what to make of the idea of being in a relationship with the overdramatic boy, as well. The thought didn't gross him out the way he had expected it to, making him question some things about himself. But did he really want to be with Gundham, of all people?

“What say you, Tinkerer?” Gundham prompted, taking Kazuichi's other hand.

The mechanic took a deep breath and squeezed both of their hands. He gave them a toothy grin. “Okay! Let's do it!”

Sonia and Gundham smiled. “Wonderful!” the princess cheered. In an instant, her demeanor changed back to deadly serious. “Now get on the bed.”

Kazuichi's eyes went wide and his whole body felt flushed. “Yes, ma'am.”

Sorry it kinda leaves off like that, but hey! Plenty of room for a continuation/sequel! (⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

[dragonblobz]

The Desert Pt 7

Hours pass. At first, with me holding the harness around me, wishing I could hug him. Then, with me leaning the seat back. But I’ve slept enough. I just CAN’T anymore.

I drain the last drops from my Fiji. Stare at the big empty bottle. Crap. I’ll have to get more soon.

My ghost robot, possibly alien car has fallen into silence. Comfortable for HIM maybe. My butt cheeks feel smooshed and I’d KILL for a stretch. And a burger actually……

The scenery around us gradually begins to change. Dessert, and then not. And then I spy the mother of all resources. A sign promising a gas station in 5 miles.

“Hey. Psssst.”

“Yes?”

He answers so quickly. I forget my boredom and smile again.

“I gotta pee, Brobot.”

“You’ve gotta…… what??”

I start to hiss giggle.

“I gotte pee. Loose the damn. Pop a mighty wizz. Knock the pissa.”

Just silence. And that purring engine. I groan and laugh.

“I have to put the water I drank earlier INTO something now.”

“Oh dear Primus….” He sounds so disgusted. Luckily for him, I have zero grasp on modesty. At least he gets it. I think???

“There’s a rest stop ahead. I can pee there. And also get more water and food.”

“Water and food? Ah yes, nourishment. But I’m not sure you should be around others of your kind. No one can know of mine.”

I scowl. It makes my tender face hurt.

“I VOLUNTEERED to be here, Christine. You think I’m gonna go in there and be like…”

I wave my hands around my face and squawk.

“OHMYGOD SAVE ME I’VE BEEN KIDNAPPED BY A VERY COOL ROBOT GHOST CAR THAT I’D PREFER NOT TO BE PARTED FROM BLAH BLAH BLAH. ALSO HE MIGHT BE AN ALIEN.”

“Oh shut up. We’ll stop.” He sounds SO grumpy. I try my best to hug the harness around me.

“Thanks. Thank you!”

We’re going so fast. It’s only about a minute before I see a big brightly lit building ahead. One of those big industrial gas stations. The ones with the walk in booze cooler.

“There!”

I can FEEL him huff around me just as much as hear it. And I giggle and rub my hands on his steering wheel. It’s the only form of affection I can think of to share.

We slow and pull in. I wonder what the people inside must think. Two cars worth well over 2 million dollars apiece just tooting in. It’s not like we’re anywhere near Vegas anymore.

“You’ve got five kilicks before I come in there after you….” An impatient growl around me as the driver’s side door glides open.

“I dunno about kin licks, bruh. But give me 10 minutes.” I’m just laughing as I unbuckle myself from the harness and grab my pack. Thinking about how much everyone inside would shit themselves at a giant robot peeling off the roof like “I’m looking for the annoying one. You seen it?”

I trudge to the building, aware of how much cooler the air feels now. How less dry it feels. And there’s trees all around. It’s CRAZY how far you get going as fast as we were.

There’s not many people inside, but man are they staring at me. At my friends outside. I feel an odd sort of nervousness. I might have needs, but I’d MEANT it when I’d said I’d never say a word. I’d better hurry.

I begin in the large restroom. It’s quiet and empty. Just the muted muffled sound of modern country music wafting thru the whole place.

After doing my business I go to the sink and discover WHY I’d been stared at when I look in the mirror.

Geez. My entire FACE is bruised. Still remnants of dried blood around my nostrils. And my hair looks like two birds have been fucking in it.

I wash my hands and then do the same for my face. Faucet all short and automated and just plain awkward to work with. Using the paper hand wipes instead of the blower to dry. Gently pressing at my face.

No. Nothing broken. But it’s still tender and looks hideous. I use the pick from my pack to tug at my snarled hair as best as I can.

When I exit the restroom, I zoom around the isles. Grabbing up as much as I can. Three more big Fijis. Jerky. And a mouthwatering cheeseburger spinning around in a heated display. Shitty and flappy and no condiments or veggies, and I can’t WAIT to shove the entire thing into my mouth.

On my way to the register, I spy something that makes me stop and grin. Arms all full.

I snatch it up and paw thru the rest of objects like it, looking for another color.

I’m in the car isle. And I’m giddily splurging on my new friends.

I plop the biggest insane armfull of crap in front of the cashier. And he’s looking at me like I might have just escaped from some truly unsavory prison or something, but he starts ringing up all my stuff.

“You okay?” He’s bug eyed. And so I think up a lie and I think it up quick.

“You’ve seen Hangover, right?”

I brandish my pointer finger at the two ridiculous Lamborghinis outside the big sparkling windows.

“I’m rich. I’m dumb. And my friend wants his…..” my eyes flail around my pile of crap.

“… his Tijuana Mama okay??”

I’m well aware of my complete inability to properly socialize. But I’m still COMPLETELY unprepared for this man going from nosey shock to bland disinterest so quickly.

“Alright then.” It’s like he doesn’t even care now???

Lamborghinis are wasted on the rich, I decide. It’s like a free ticket to looking INSANE. I have been ROBBED by my birthright.

I’m grinning at the man as he finishes. He looks so bored now.

“Keep the change.” I say as I collect my debit card from him, every bit aware that there’s no change with this method of payment. And I’m chuckling like a demon imp as I stuff all my crap into my pack. Still chuckling as I exit the building.

“You were dawdling.” Sunstreaker’s voice is an impatient growl as I approach him. He’s kept his drivers side door open this whole time.

“I have a Lamborghini. I do what I want.” I’m giggling as I plop inside of him again and start untangling the harness to fasten around me.

He huffs, his door gliding closed. I hiss with laughter. But…. He doesn’t argue. I fully expect him to….. but he doesn’t. My laughter dies into chortles and then into happy silence.

We leave the gas station. Engine just that nice rumbling purr.

“Hey. Once we get outta sight of this place, pull over.”

“Why…..” He sounds so suspicious. I grin.

“Because I got you presents.”

“Presents?”

He sounds even MORE suspicious.

“Oh yes.” I start giggling again.

He doesn’t respond, and I half expect him to have no response. To just keep going.

But…. We pull over just a few miles down the road.

“I’ve stopped. And you will tell me why.” His voice rumbles in grump around me as I unbuckle myself from the harness.

“Just open up!” I’m so excited. Grabbing my bulging pack as he complies, drivers door gliding open.

“Sideswipe!” I’m SO excited. Hearing a beep. The red Lambo flicks it’s headlights at me behind us.

“You’re bouncing, little buddy. You okay?”

“Oh yes! Just…. Open up! I got something for you!”

I wait impatiently for that drivers door to glide open, then plop my butt in the seat like I own the place.

His charming chuckle bubbles all around me.

“For me?”

“Uh huh!” I dig out the obnoxious pair of bright red fuzzy dice from my pack. And drape it over his rear view mirror.

“One more thing….” I pull the next object out. A little Hawaiian hula lady bobble head. Rip the paper from her base and plop her sticky feet on his dash, giggling madly.

“Do sumthin to wiggle her!”

I jerk as his engine screams under my butt. He’s not moving, but the jolt makes her little head shake. I screech gleefully and clap my hands. Lean forward and kiss the center of his steering wheel impulsively.

“Are you accessorizing me, little buddy?” I can feel and hear him chuckling around me. And I’m laughing too.

“I couldn’t help it. It’s just too cute!”

“You’d better have gotten Sunny something.” More chuckles, these decidedly more wicked sounding. And when I look out the open door, I only see a yellow Lamborghini. But the GRUMP is tangible in the air. I snort and giggle.

“You know I did!”

I exit the red Lambo, and the other car is silent. No purring engine. I’m blushing and I don’t know why.

“Did you think I’d forget about you?”

No response, but that drivers door remains open. I settle inside and start hissing with laughter as I start buckling myself in and the door closes. Engine roaring to life.

We begin moving on the highway. It’s like I can feel him deliberately ignoring me. And I’m just grinning. I just CAN’T be upset. He’s so obviously jealous.

I don’t bother to placate or speak. I just pull the bright yellow fuzzy dice out of my pack and drap them over his rear view mirror. Just smiling so largely.

“Well? Where’s my other thing?” He sounds so butthurt. And I’m just laughing for a few moments before I blush again and fall silent.

“Well… I didn’t get you a bobble head….”

I can FEEL the judgement around me. And I’m blushing too hard to do anything but clasp the last gift out of my pack.

“I don’t need anything from you.”

It does sting. I can admit it. And I’m very quiet while I rip open the scented cardboard tree. Just loop it around his rear view mirror with the fuzzy dice. And then just cling to my harness and wait for him to say more mean things.

But he doesn’t say anything. Just that purring engine beneath me. Long enough for me to nervously explain myself.

“Rose Thorn. It’s…. It’s my favorite scent from this brand. It’s really nice…”

“You’re favorite scent?” He sounds thoughtful. I blush even harder. Feeling so self conscious.

“Yes. I…. I like it a lot….”

“Then I like it as well.” Nothing else. Just the sound of that engine purring around me. All stark and sincere. And I start to smile again, still blushing.

I don’t say anything else. Just blush and turn my head to stare out the window.

We’re in trees now. Forest scrub. I have NO idea where we’re going. And I don’t really care. I’m happy right where I am.

“Hey….”

“Yes?” His voice has that same softness from before.

“You don’t have a radio?”

“A radio? I can. Do you want one?”

I hear the sounds of mechanical warping. Turn my head to watch his naked console morph into……

“Oh my god…” I start giggling. Just looking at the fancy digital stereo system that’s just…. There now.

“You’re wanting music, yes?” and music curls around me inside this car. Muted and low. And I’m snort giggling like a heathen.

“You don’t like it? I like it….” He sounds SO grumpy.

“Is….. is this….. Journey????” I'm just wheezing.

“Well. What do YOU want to hear?” Oh he’s mad. I ignore him. Giggling for a few more moments, and then humming to the song before I answer.

“Naw. I like Journey.” I chortle again and then start to sing quietly. And he doesn’t say anything else. Not for the whole song. Like he’s just listening to my idiot quiet singing.

I’m just smiling and singing and so happy. Who’d have ever thought I’d be singing Wheel In The Sky in a fucking ghost car robot alien???

The song ends. I become silence. The next song begins. I giggle.

“Led Zeppelin??”

“I haven’t heard you tell me what you want to hear.” So so grumpy. I’m just grinning. Pulling that crappy gas station cheese burger out to gobble it down. Finishing it with a huge swig of fresh cold Fiji water.

A honking noise makes me jerk my head as I’m wiping my face and hands with a wrinkled napkin. Sideswipe behind us. Flashing his lights and laying into his horn.

“We’ve got company.” Sunstreaker doesn’t sound worried. He sounds…. Resigned.

I notice another vehicle now. In that mirror outside the window. Another red one. A big cherry red van?

I feel the entire Lamborghini huff around me.

“It’s Ironhide. Act natural.” He sounds so annoyed. And I can’t help but laugh.

“Oh yeah. Sure. Natural. Is he…..” the slight prickles of nervousness. Ironhide. ANOTHER one of them, I can only assume.

“You’re safe.” It’s a final sound. Not necessarily reassurance. But it makes me feel like I don’t have to worry. But I’m still worrying.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to make trouble.” I feel terrible now. That van is right next to us. Like it’s accompanying us. Or WATCHING us.

“You’re no trouble…” It’s another new tone from him. Protective.

“Okay.” It’s a little nervous croak. And curious. I feel like something big and new is about to happen. I’m just gawping at this big red van cruising next to us.

I hear Sideswipe now. It’s like Sunstreaker is letting him talk again.

“Aw don’t mind Ironhide. He’s a pussy cat.” And that confident chuckle. And it DOES make me feel just a little bit less guilty.

“You just sit tight, little buddy. You’re gonna talk to Prime. Everything is gonna be okay.”

I see the trees around us. Spot a hulk of metal nestled in the side of a mountain ahead of us. It’s enormous. And the road we’re on is care worn gravel. It feels like a SECRET.

“O… Okay….” I feel so oddly nervous. Just cling to this harness around my body.

And it’s Sunstreaker’s voice now. Firm and confident and gentle. And it makes me feel safe.

“I’ll be there the entire time. I won’t leave you.”

Safe. It feels…. Safe….

[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

hehehehehe hi alura🥰 <-------- me, about to be completed deranged

so you know how hongjoong's such a jealous guy right? now imagine him trying to flip the tables on you and make YOU jealous. but you see right through it, of course you do. imagine him flirting with the waitress while you're having dinner together and you were going to just let it go at first cause you know that he's just doing that to rile you up. but then, the waitress starts flirting back. oh no. you simply can't have that can you? and so you get up and drag hongjoong to the restroom and hongjoong's smriking cause now he's riled you up AND he get's fucked. and he's still wearing that shit eating grin when you pull his trousers down and rub your hand over his dick. or maybe finger him. whatever. anyways hongjoong's getting lost in the pleasure fast but he's still trying to keep his voices low. and that pisses you off more. you want everyone to know that he belong to you and so you tell him that if he suppresses his sounds, you're not gonna let him cum. and he immediately starts moaning your name loudly, even as his ears turn red. of course he does, what a slut. but you're going to let him off hook that easily. so as soon as he's going to cum, you stop and pull your hand away. ignoring hongjoong's dumbstruck expression, you sweetly mutter something about how your food must be here already and that he must be so hungry, let’s go eat dinner. and you walk back proudly, hongjoong scrambling to follow you. the waitress doesn't look at either of you again for the whole time you're in the restaurant. and you both get back home? let’s just say things get very interesting

"but mommy that's not fair!" he'd whimper as you tuck him back in his pants. but who ever said anything about playing fair?

"oh did i say i'd let you cum? my bad. you're not getting off for a long while, baby." you'd give his dick a little pat and then it’s off to the table to endure what is probably the most awkward dinner anyone in that restaurant has ever experienced. but the embarrassment is far outweighed by the satisfaction of knowing you’ve made it clear who owns him.

the whole time you’re eating, you can feel him lightly kicking at your shins to get your attention but you don’t give in, knowing what he really wants is for you to play with him under the table. even during the drive home, he’s insufferable. he keeps begging to be touched and tries to grab your hand while he’s driving but you simply swat his thigh and he knows he’s in for it the second you enter your apartment.

from there, he’s babbling apologies and begging to touch you, defending his request as “a chance to make it up to you” when you know all he wants is for you to get just worked up enough to let him off the hook. so you ensure that the rest of the night is torture for him.

“you wanna cum? fine then. i’ve made you wait long enough.” he babbles out his thanks but it quickly turns to begging for mercy when you refuse to let up with a sadistic grin. “stop? but it’s what you wanted baby.” you pout. “i’m gonna make sure you get what you want until the sun comes up.” and for some reason, it terrifies him in the best way.

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hey babe what the fuck 🤠 dunno if that’s directed at me or you but you know

thanks for that mental image, rae. i’ll be dreaming of it.

[annabelle-creart]

Life of Rescue Bots x Sweet Tooth

"Zookeper"

“You!” the voice on the megaphone called with bitterness “who are you?”

“Name´s Charlie Burns,” the man replied, with all his weapons on his back and raising both hands in front of the big gate “I´m a nomad, I´m searching for provisions!” he screamed, wondering of someone could hear him “I thought this zoo was empty.”

“No, it´s not, I ask for you to…” the voice stopped when from Charlie´s back, two little kids appeared from behind “you´re not alone.”

“No, I´m not alone. They´re not contagious, either I, but if you want me to leave…”

“They´re yours?”

“They´re orphans, I take care of them.”

“And where are you supposed to go with those kids?”

“To an island, there is a sanctuary for them.”

The voice on the megaphone stopped for a moment, Charlie didn´t expected her to say something else, so, when he was about to go with the kids, the gate opened as soundless as an old gate can be in the middle of the night “you can come in” the woman said, “quickly, I don´t open the door so fast for anyone.”

The man and the two kids run as fast to the house, he was old, not like the olds days when he was on duty, “thank you. What´s your name?”

“Aimee Eden, just call me Aime.”

“Thank you, Aimee, I promise my stay will not take long.”

“The kids can stay in my room, and we make breakfast early” Aimee said, showing the other three the way through, the kids were watching fascinated the big statues of two giraffes, one big and one little, and the cages that now were beautiful gardens with food.

“What do you mean with ‘we’?”

“My daughter and I, Wendy.”

“You´re not alone either!”

“She´s asleep, so, please, stay quiet, she´s too hyperactive for her height and took me like two hours to make her sleep.”

“Hehe, I know how that feels.” Charlie chuckled.

“Are they the same?”

“No, they´re as quiet as rocks, I´m talking about my older sons and daughter, when they were kids was like having a tornado in the house.”

Aimee and Charlie gave the other a big smile, how weird was to have fun with a man on the middle of the night, it´s just, well, Aimee never thought it would be by letting him enter her zoo because he had kids and needed a place to rest, the great crumble did some weird stuff to people.

The two stayed on the try of restroom she made lot ago to make the zoo feel like home, but while Charlie felt asleep in no time, Aimee stayed awake as much as she could, not knowing what the man was going to do, one thing was to let him in, and another was to trust in him.

The next morning, it was the three kids who waked the adults up, it was about to be 8:30 on the clock and the plants needed some fresh water, and Wendy was to little to do the hard task by her own.

They made the tasks, and while Aimee do hers on the radio room, she made Charlie compensate the rest night on doing some favors, the more far he is from the radio room, the better would be for her and Wendy.

Finally, Breakfast time, a real breakfast, Charlie had promised the kids they would have something like these all days when they got to Griffin Rock, and after washing, the kids were guided by Wendy, she wanted to show them all the zoo, she was such a, energy filled little girl, and the two kids were happy to play with another kid of their age.

“How old is Wendy?”

“She is seven, about to be eight. And yours?”

“I don´t know, they don´t know their ages, but I think Soren is six and Eglantine is four.”

“Wait, Soren and Eglantine? Like the Ga ‘Hoole characters?” Aimee asked, looking Charlie oddly.

“I didn´t expected you knew those books; those are the favorite of my youngest son.”

“Two kids with feathers and those names and you didn´t expected me to unite the pieces? Those are Wendy´s favorite too”

“I told them those will be the first books they will learn to read when we got back to the island” at those words, Aimee stopped her thinking for a moment, she wasn´t sure, and her loneliness made her incapable to trust as much to someone. So, she had an idea.

“They can stay with me.”

“Sorry?”

“They can stay with me, the world is rude, and, well, they need a stable place, and the Last Men are hunting every hybrid they see.”

“Aimee, I´m grateful you helped us, and about everything you are offering, but they´re my responsibility, my job is to take them to a safe place, and kids like them, and the island I come from is the safest place in the world, believe me” Charlie said more serious than usual “Thank you, Aimee, but those kids stay with me.”

And so, he did, Aimee offered them food and provisions, and Wendy gifted the kids her favorite crayons, and a drawing she made of them, she liked to draw and was very good at it. At some point, Aimee understood Charlie´s thinking, she had the same thinking, and when a little excavator hybrid named Bobby came to their lives, Aimee thought it would be a good idea to start doing what Charlie did, now, the zoo was blooming, it was time to make it a good place for a good purpose.

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