#this is me making scratching noises from inside the walls to let my presence be known

[epicqtefail]

not inactive btw i just had one of those clip-out-of-reality moments and im slowly re-materialising

[theogmiemiew]

<<Sick in the head>>

cw: bdsm, degrading, violence, mentions of death, rough sex, both oral and vaginal, reader is a female, humiliation, autassassinophilia, dacryphillia, sliiiightest praise kink.

You woke up in the middle of the night due to incoherent mumbling and chanting disturbing your sleep. Groaning, you rub your eyes and yawn before standing up and out of your bed, it was only your second day living with the League of villains and you're already having trouble sleeping.

Slowly, you walk out of your room, hesitantly stepping closer and closer to where all the mumbling came from, leading you to Shigaraki's lair. "All these good for nothing heroes, all these pathetic losers thinking they're better than us in so many ways..! They make me so mad I sometimes think of unraveling and destroying everything around me..." Shigaraki's prominent voice is heard, raspy whispers coming out in shaky chuckles and manic laughing.

You stand there in silence, listening to all his nonsense babbling and feeling remorse for him. It was stupid, the last thing Shigaraki would ever want is people feeling pity for him, yet you couldn't help but feel a little bad for the villain. Sighing, you turn to leave, but stop all together when a particular plank you step on makes a high pitched, squeaky noise.

You hold still, holding your breath as you beg for Tomura not to have heard you, your heart pumping faster then ever before, adrenaline rushing through your body. How would you ever explain your presence near his door in the middle of the night to him? Hell, he would probably not even give you a chance at explaining yourself if he found out you've heard him talking to himself in such an intimate moment.

Shigaraki turns his head abruptly to where the noise came from, slowly moving to fiddle with the door handle as if to unlock it. "Who's there?" His voice resonates through the thin walls, his other hand coming up to his neck as he's started to feel frustrated, scratching at the dry skin relentlessly as he grunts quietly. Nevertheless, he already has a pretty good idea on who it could be behind the door due to the familiar presence lingering in the air.

"Shit..." you curse under your breath, wanting to slap yourself for your own stupidity before sighing and accepting your fate. "It's me, I'm sorry if I had bothered you in any way, I'll leave you be. Sorry again, boss." You muttered, trying to make your way out of the situation and escape without any damage. Clearly it wasn't going to be that easy, was it?

"No you fucking won't" He snaps as he opens the door, revealing his hunched figure and his clearly disturbed face expression, red eyes staring you up and down. He moves slightly to the side, as if leaving room for you to enter. "You've come for a reason, haven't you? You've got at least some sort of brain inside your head, haven't you?? I'm sure you had a good, undeniable reason to make your presence known at 3 AM in the morning, right?" He urges you on, a cynic smile making it's way on his chapped lips, grin so wide it already made you feel uneasy.

You gulped, feeling your knees grow weak as you decide not to push his limits any further, stepping inside the room and letting him close the door behind you. Your eyes widen as you hear the lock click twice, signaling that Shigaraki's locked the door, meaning you wouldn't be able to leave this room willingly anytime soon. Another anxious thought washes over you, overlapping your previous worry by fear as he walks in front of you, one of his fingers pointing at a chair, a silent order for you to sit down.

You oblige immediately, wobbly feet carrying you to the chair as you take your place in it, hands placing themselves on your knees as your gaze fixates on the floor, unable and not wanting to meet his piercing gaze for now. It doesn't stop you from hearing his infuriated voice as he gets closer to you.

"Say now.. what could be so important that it was worth disturbing my peace in the middle of the night?" He asks sternly, red eyes staring down at your smaller figure and intimidating you without any additional effort. You ought not to speak, can't speak as a knot ties itself up in your throat, lips pressing themselves together as you can practically feel his gaze devouring you whole.

As moments of silence pass by, Shigaraki loses his patience, a stinging and sudden pain inflicting on your cheek and snapping you out of your trance as you're forced to meet his eyes, his two fingers slapping your cheek harshly as you gasp due to the pain and shock you're experiencing. "I told you to speak!" He groans, shaking his hand slightly as he's felt the slap himself. "Useless waste of oxygen, making me lose my precious time with things like this..."

You bring up a hand to cover up your already forming bruise, parted lips and widened eyes staring up at him as you felt a tear slip down your cheek. "I've just..." you don't get to finish your sentence as another slap of his fingers land on your other cheek, small chuckles leaving his mouth breathily.

"You've just.. you've just..." He mocks in your own tone, grabbing your chin forcefully and bringing your face upwards, so close to his own face that you can feel his ragged breath on your skin. "You're just too dumb to think, aren't you? Not able to think of anything at all with that worthless mind of yours, ain't I right? Huh? Speak!" He spits out, gritted teeth building up another grin as he awaits your next words.

Your cheeks burn, not only from the pain he's lingered on you, but from shame and embarrassment too, ashamed of yourself for feeling... aroused at the moment of humiliation you were involved in. You feel wetness sip down into your panties, forming a visible patch on them and you're even more worried now as you think of the possibility of leaving a wet spot on the cushion chair you're sat in.

"Mhmm.." you mumbled, nodding at his accusations as your lower lip wobbled softly, sobbing quietly as your teary eyes stared up into his, nipples hardening under the thin fabric of your top at the sight of him, at the danger of his almost whole hand grasping at your chin.

Surprisingly for him, you don't even try to fight back, you're not even struggling against his grip as he strengthens it up, practically pinching your skin now. He laughs suddenly, eyes not breaking contact with yours as he pulled your face closer to his "Whats that..? It seems you're enjoying this whole act, aren't you, whore?" He leans down to whisper in your ear "Do you like this? Is your pussy begging to be filled? Is it why you've come to my door in the middle of the night, hm? To beg for cock?..." One of his hands slides down to your tits, thumb grazing over your already hardened nipple as you bite back a moan once he tightly tugs on it.

"Please.." you beg, biting down your lip to quiet down your sounds at the pressure he was applying to your chest, pressing your thighs together in a desperate attempt to relief down your arousal.

You've always found Tomura attractive, you were sure everyone in the league noticed your gaze lingering on him for a little too long during any encounters with the heroes. You've just never thought about the possibility of him noticing you. With the way he was always focused on his only goal in life, with the way he never cared for anything else in the world, you had no hopes for actually finding yourself in such a heated situation with him.

"Now you're begging? Ha..! Filthy whore, nasty, dirty slut... What're you even begging for, do you know?" He mutters, grinning down at you as his fingers trail back up to your neck, not quite closing around it before you felt his teeth graze and scratch over the lobe of your ear. You whimper, shaking softly as you feel the way his fingers begin to close around your jugular "You of all the people should be aware of my quirk..." you feel his lips curl up in a gruesome smirk "what is it that you want? I'm one finger away from killing you right now... s'that what you're so prettily pleading for?"

Tears flood down your face, straight up crying now yet you can't help it with the fear you're experiencing, can't help it with the way it feels just too wrong to feel so aroused by this. "..I want your cock..." you finally speak up, bold words and demand hesitantly leaving your mouth.

The room is silent for a good second as Tomura releases the strong hold on your neck, his hand now moving upwards to hold your chin roughly in place, thumb grazing over your lower lip harshly. "...You're sick in the head" he laughs before pushing his finger past your lips, circling around your tongue. "Crazy slut begging for my cock"

You sob, making his cock twitch relentlessly within his tight jeans with the way you start lewdly sucking on his thumb, gagging softly when he pushes a little too deep into your mouth. "I bet you're dirtying the whole chair underneath you with your filthy cunt, huh?" He chuckles, withdrawing his finger suddenly and landing another slap on your face before stepping away from you to admire your state.

Hands obediently placed on your knees that don't seem to stop shaking, your own spit smeared all over your chin, mixed in with salty tears that fall down on your boobs, smearing down all the way to your hard nipples and soaking the fabric of your top up, making it cling to your skin and revealing all of you shamelessly.

Shigaraki walks back to you, gripping your arm tightly and putting you on your feet as you yelp at the unexpected move, letting him carry you over to his desk as he threw you on top of it, bumping one of his knees between your thighs, forcing them wide apart before grabbing full hands of your lower clothing, decaying your panties along with it and licking his dry lips at the sight of your pussy.

He sneers down at you, trapping one of your legs between his own thighs as he presses down on the plush of your skin, grunting out at the little yet delicious feeling of his hard cock rutting against you. He swiftly moves one of his hands between your thighs now, wasting no time in sticking one of his thick fingers up your pussy, without warning nor preparation.

"Ah!" You yelp out at the painful intrusion, biting back tears and whimpers. You sling one arm over your eyes and are quickly stopped from doing so by his strong hand keeping it in place and above your head.

"You wanted it, remember? Acting as if you weren't a needy whore bare minutes before this." He mutters through gritted teeth, plunging another finger deep into your cunt as he's started pulling in and out of it, leaving you no room for rest as you gasped for air, fingers trying to clutch at the hard wooden desk for at least some kind of grounding.

Despite the burning feeling, you push your hips down and into his fingers, relishing in the way you could feel him so close to you, moaning out loudly as soon as his thumb pressed down your clit, your heartbeat increasing at the way he's started straight up humping your thigh now.

"O-ohh..! Please, I need your cock, it's not enough...!" You whine out, body squirming on his desk in a desperate attempt to get him to fuck you. Instead, you feel his hand resume his place on your neck, squeezing tightly and restricting your access to air as you see him stare up at you with the corner of your eye, noticing the sudden shift in demeanor. He's angry, annoyed at you.

"Oh won't you shut up already?" He snarls, fingers getting rougher and faster inside of your pussy. "Your whining and babbling is getting so annoying it's hard for me not to stand up and kick you out of here, unsatisfied, with your slutty cunt empty. Is that what you're trying to reach by crying like that?" He mutters, groaning from time to time whenever the fabric of his boxers grazed over a particular sensitive spot on the underside of his tip.

You rapidly shake your head, clearly alarmed by the thought of that, yet you clench down on his fingers at the harshness of his words. "Please please please no, I'll be good, just plea-" you gasp in pain as he squeezes down hard onto the meat of your pussy, almost tearing up the inside of your walls as you feel tears prickle at your eyes again.

"I told you to shut the fuck up, don't you get it?" Shigaraki repeats from within greeted teeth, making you fall completely silent now, only moans of pleasure now heard from you as he continues rutting against your thigh, eagerly fingering you. "Shit... fuck, you're so fucking wet, almost like you've gotten even more turned on by this, huh?" He stands up, withdrawing his fingers as you whimper in the emptiness he's left you in "Hush, I'm only getting ready to stuff you full of cock, be patient."

You nod in excitement as you hesitantly support your weight on your elbows, looking at him and admiring the sight in front of you as he unbuckles his belt, pulling out his reddened cock and pumping it hurriedly, throwing his head back and moaning as he focuses on his leaking, big tip. His shaft is even bigger, girthier, thicker, you notice, pretty v-line at his hips only making the sight even more desirable.

His head shots back to meet your gaze "ha.. hah..." He chuckles breathily, gripping at the base tightly as if letting you examine it standing hard. "You like it, bitch? What d'ya think, huh?" His manic red eyes question you, urging you on and adding to the heat in your lower belly.

You gulp down your want for him, nodding repeatedly "Y-yes, I need it so bad, Tomura, please.." you beg, eyes not leaving his as you feel your cunt ooze with arousal, closing around nothing when he approaches you, his hands gripping at your thighs from each side as he effortlessly rotates your body on the desk, leaving your head hanging off the edge and facing his dick.

"Then take it, sweetheart... it's all yours to worship, come on, open up" He grins as he taps his cockhead over your lips, smearing his precum all over your face before sliding it past and into your mouth, groaning, his voice blissful to your ears as you open your mouth wide open, the unusual petname he's whispered to you making your body shiver.

Both of his hands grip at your neck, holding you in place as he's started pounding into your throat, making you gag at his size and smell, yet feeling even more soaked than before. "That's it... good whore, doing a great job there" He praises, pressing down on your throat to make it tighter around his cock, moaning shamelessly while drooling slightly, small drops of his spit falling down on your chin, making you whimper around him.

His hips halter, uneven pace forceful and merciless as Shigaraki fucks your mouth and suddenly you're choking on his dick, throat fluttering tightly around it as he presses his hips flush against your mouth, balls resting against your nose and restricting your only source of fresh air.

You panic, shaking your head as one of your hands pushes against his pelvis, trying oh so desperately to get him off you so that you wouldn't suffocate to death on his cock. All you get in return is another sinister chuckle of his, pushing even deeper into your face "Ahh... fuck.. keep still, cunt" He orders, eyes rolling back into his head while his shaft throbs within your mouth.

You almost feel like passing out when he finally pulls away after another long moment, a long, thick trail of your spit hanging from his cockhead, smearing all over your tear stained face as you gasp for air, coughing up gobbles of drool, not seeming to get enough air as you heave uncontrollably under him.

Tomura clicks his tongue, watching you writhe while stroking his cock in long pumps "Stop being dramatic, I went way too easy on you.." He mumbles coldly, shaking off the spit off his dick and letting it fall down on the floor. "Fucking nasty, could you have gotten any messier than this?"

He yanks on your hair sharply, snapping you out of your attempt to calm down "What's wrong, hun? Already spent out?" He teases, eyes fixated on yours "I haven't cum yet, it's not fair to leave your boss with blue balls now, is it?"

You shudder, the burning pain on your scalp making you whimper softly and you can't lie to him when he's so close to you, can't lie about still wanting to be fucked by him. "M'not spent out.." you cough out, yet your state says otherwise, eyes blurred over and tears along with sticky precum smeared around your whole face. "...want your cock, please" you whisper, pouting softly and begging for him to fill you up once again.

You don't expect it, ready and prepared for anything but his lips pressing with weird softness on yours, the intimate and vulnerable moment ending way too quickly for your liking as he picks you up from the desk, hurriedly carrying you over to his bed.

You're placed on all your fours, Shigaraki getting on his knees behind you as his cockhead pokes at your entrance, dragging up and down your slit. You moan, face falling down into his sheets, his smell lingering on them as your hands curl up into them, grabbing tightly as you push your hips back into his with eagerness "fuck.. please, Tomura, just please fuck me.." your voice cracks down, chin shivering as you feel like crying again from how much you desired him.

"Hey, easy... easy, slutty baby" He whispers, smirking down at your ruined form as his body hunches over yours, lips barely touching your ear as he whispers into it "Don't worry, I'll fuck out every last bit of self consciousness out of your dumb little brain by morning" he promises, laughing breathily as he presses his dick into you, sliding in so easily due to how wet you were, resulting into you immediately letting out a gasp of pleasure and clutching down harder on the sheets underneath you.

Finally you feel it, the ecstasy of having him inside of you, pressing up against all of the right places as you can't help but moan continously with each snap of his hips against your ass. It all feels surreal, and for a moment you regret not having him fuck you earlier as you're so tired out that you almost see stars, present seemingly slowing down while Shigaraki fucks you raw.

You're a sight for sore eyes from Tomura's perspective, unfocused gaze and lulled out tongue as moans after moans fill the room, his hips not stopping even for a second as he watches your ass jiggle with each of his movements. "Holy fu-uuck..!" He heaves, not expecting to feel this heavenly nestled inside of you, balls slapping against your clit.

You don't hear him, not able to hear anything beside the slapping skin sound as you're drowning in a puddle of your own saliva, arousal and, mostly, undeniable pleasure. You can feel his nails digging deep into the flesh of your meaty thighs, whining like a bitch in heat at how much pleasure you were receiving.

"You're sucking me in so tightly, hah.. wouldn't be able to pull out even if I wanted to, your hole's drawing me right back in" He laughs, tilting his head in bliss and resting it against his shoulders while he watches his cock slide in and out of your cunt, covered in a thick layer of sheer, slick wetness.

He's high striked in his own cloud of pleasure right now, almost feeling like he's a virgin all over again, cursing under his breath whenever you clenched down on him, so tight he had to hold back from cumming a couple of times.

His body curls down on yours, mouth greedily attaching to your nape, tongue licking all over your sweaty skin as he bites down on your skin, rutting into you desperately, fucking you in an almost animalistic way. You don't react at the burning pain, only moaning dumbly as you feel your orgasm approaching.

With another deep thrust of his hips pressing flush against you, you whine out, cumming on his cock the next second while your fingernails tear through his bed sheets, biting down on them as you tiredly fuck your hips back up into his, body exhausted and drenched out from each and every last drop of strength within it.

You want to scream out at the overstimulating pleasure as soon as you feel him pulling out of you slowly, pressing right back into your cunt as soon as you've come down from your high, yet all you're capable of is small, helpless whimpers, too weak and dizzy to be able of more than that.

"Fuck.." you faintly hear Shigaraki curse above you, his moans way easier to catch with the way he's becoming quite loud himself "I'm about to cum..." He stutters against the back of your neck, hot, ragged breathing tickling your skin.

Using all the will inside of you, your head lifts up the slightest to take in the sight of his face distorting in bliss, biting your lip when he abruptly pulls out of you, stroking his shaft desperately a few more times and letting his hips fuck faster into his hand before his movements come to a stop, white cum messily landing on your lower back as he heaves and pants, stuffing his tip right back into your pussy on his last shot of cum and filling you up sweetly and you smile at the warmth it spreads within your body, happily falling back down onto his bed and closing your eyes with a soft sigh.

Shigaraki breathes out heavily, dry lips parted the slightest as he admires you laying under him, covered and filled up with his cum and it almost makes him hard all over again. He reaches down, finger pushing a strand of hair out of your sticky face, tapping your cheek sternly "Hey" he calls out and your eyes open up briefly, meeting his gaze "You're mine now..." He mutters, and you realize he's serious now by the deadly stare he sends you, rubbing sweat off his forehead before standing up and leaving you rest off in his bed as you hear the door handle click and heavy footsteps exit the door.

You feel both flattered and alarmed by his last words, yet you decide not to give it much thought and instead, you indulge in the now familiar smell of his lingering on the fabric underneath your fingers, nuzzling into it as you drift off to sleep. Little did you know that he meant those words, dead ass serious and that you could now say good bye to any guy who isn't him, because Tomura hates his things being touched by others, after all, they're his for a reason.

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Yussif | To Wed Or Not To Wed | Romantic

You seek out rabbi Yussif to talk about your anxiety regarding your inability to find a husband. 

Requested by Mae

The synagogue of Capernaum is like a towering presence in front of you as you stare up at the pale yellow stone, taking in the sight of the impressive columns. You can’t recall the building being this frightening to you. Perhaps it’s the fact that your heart weighs like a heavy stone inside your own gut and hammers in your throat at the same time. You pull your hood a little tighter over your head, not wanting to be seen by anyone. The last thing you need right now is to be questioned. 

You carry on inside through the open door, nodding at a few passing Rabbis as you make your way over to the man you recognise to be Jairus.

“Excuse me.” 

He stops in his tracks and turns to you, smiling at your familiarity. 

“Oh, (Y/n)! It’s good to see you again—” 

“—Sssh.” You look around skittishly for a second. “I don’t want people to know I’m here.” 

Jairus frowns. “Why not? Is this because of Jesus—” 

“No!” you quickly counter, nearly flinching at the volume of your own voice a few strange glances are cast your way. “ I mean, no. I am just wondering… Is Rabbi Yussif in?” 

Jairus looks down at the parchment in his hands. “Uh, let’s see. He… He is, but he has an appointment right now.”

“Until when?” 

“For another twenty minutes or so, but there are different rabbis available in case you need someone to talk to.” 

“No!” you say again quickly, gaining these same glares this time with less patient intent, and you sigh in slight embarrassment, feeling your face flame.

“Are you really sure this isn’t about Jesus?” Jairus wants to know. 

When you don’t answer him immediately, he gives you an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. It’s none of my business anyways, since these talks with rabbis are confidential after all. I’ll squeeze you in right after his meeting. If that isn’t convenient for you, I could see if he’s got some space for you tomorrow morning—” 

“I can wait.” you say with a soft smile. “Thank you, Jairus. I appreciate it.” 

He gives you a nod and smiles. “Of course, it’s nothing. A friend of Jesus is a friend of mine.”

You shoot an anxious look into the room. Jairus seems to sense your unease and chuckles lightly. “Don’t you worry, (Y/n). I won’t say His Name too loudly.” 

Jairus leads you towards the study where you know Yussif to be sitting, and gestures at you to wait here. Then, he walks in towards the young rabbi and interrupts his current session with someone by whispering something in his ear. Yussif perks up, turns over his shoulder for a moment, and smiles a bit before giving you a small nod. You quickly look away, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“He will call you into his office as soon as he’s done. You may wait in mine, if you want to? We could talk about… You know.” He raises his eyebrows, causing you to smile a bit. You know that ever since Jesus healed Nili from her illness, the secretary has been eager to talk about Him whenever he has a chance to. 

“Maybe some other time,” you tell him, because even though you love the fact that both of you are believers — the mouth overflows of whatever the heart is full of — you do not really have the headspace to talk about something else right now.

You patiently wait inside the hallway for your turn, pacing back and forth as your heart races with every sound that comes from Yussif’s study. When the noise of chairs scratching over the tiles echoes off the walls and the footsteps of two men approach, you quickly gather yourself. 

“…So if there is anything else you need, you know where to find me. I hope this word of the Lord has helped you further in processing your wife’s passing.” Yussif sounds kind as he lets out the older man he had been assisting. The man hums and nods.

“Thank you, teacher. I will certainly come find you again if I need another word of reassurance.” 

The old man nods at you in greeting and you make the same gesture before you step into the office. Yussif smiles at the familiarity of your face as you appear on the threshold. 

“Miss (Y/n). Shalom shalom!” 

“Shalom shalom, rabbi.” you answer with a small smile. His kind eyes sparkle warmly. 

“Come on in. Jairus said you wanted to see me.”

You follow him into the small yet open space and he gestures at the chair you had been sitting in a while prior while here with Eden to discuss her miscarriage. Yussif repositions his headdress before sinking down in his chair, straightening his back as he shimmies it closer to the desk. 

“What did you want to speak about?” 

“Well, last time I was here, I was supporting my friend Eden, who was going through a very rough patch in her life. The way you helped her, I—I thought it was really inspiring. I… I was wondering if you’ve got a word of God for me regarding my… My own issues.” 

Yussif hums, his face turning somewhat more serious as he observes you. “I think you’ve come to the right place to receive a word from our Lord, yes. If you can be more specific on the issues you mention, I am certain I can be of better service to you. Share as much as you are comfortable with, of course. After all, I’m a man and you’re a woman, and you’re here without a chaperone.” 

Your gaze flickers up to meet his as your heart skips a beat. 

“Oh… Right, I forgot about that. I… I should have asked Zebedee to come with me—” 

“It doesn’t matter.” Yussif says, “There’s others walking past this room all the time. You’re here already, and you are in need of my assistance, so I’m here to provide that regardless of you having a chaperone.” He gives you a small smile and it eases your sudden nerves.

Fiddling with a loose thread on the skirt of your tunic, you overthink the words you want to say. Part of you feels humiliated to even be here to talk about such a topic to begin with, and all the ways you had considered saying it to bring it subtly flee your mind at an instant.  

“Well, I’m… It’s kind of embarrassing.” 

“Don’t you worry, (Y/n). There is nothing too humiliating to discuss around here, in front of God.”

You let out a shaky breath and barely dare to meet Yussif’s gaze. 

“I just… I’m… Afraid.” 

“It’s alright to be afraid. Everyone is. Even in Torah, many prophets were afraid, but they trusted in God, and they received the courage they needed to do His will.”

“No— I, I mean… That’s not what I meant with afraid.” You avert your gaze as Yussif attempts to find yours. 

“Then what are you afraid of?” 

“I— I feel like I…” 

The words die on your tongue and you try to fight the sudden stinging behind your eyes. 

“Like you what?” 

“Like I won’t be enough.” 

 “Enough?” 

Pausing, you try to gather the courage and find the right words to not come across as some fool. You dare to meet Yussif’s warm eyes as he smiles gently. “Good enough to find a husband.” 

His brow furrows immediately at your worries. You mistake it for judgement and feel yourself start to stutter.

“I—I understand if that feels superficial or egotistical, but I feel like—” 

“No, not at all.” Yussif quickly says. “I mean, you’re not the only woman who struggles with this kind of issue.” 

Something akin to envy suddenly hits you for some unknown reason, your heart unpleasantly hammering inside your throat at the notion of more women coming to talk to him about such a topic. Not that it would have to matter, of course, for Yussif is a Godly man who is just doing his work to serve Him. If anything, you should be feeling glad that more women in Capernaum feel comfortable enough around the teacher to talk about such things with the Pharisee in question. Still, you can’t shake the feeling. 

Yussif takes a deep breath as he starts to explain. “It is not uncommon for women of your age to fear they will not find a husband.” His cheeks flush as he clears his throat. “Not that I mean anything by that, bygones. The fact you haven’t found one yet is quite surprising in and of itself, but…” As he trails off, you feel your heart leap as you wonder if your ears are deceiving you. Yussif only blushes deeper as he realises the implication of his words, and once again coughs. “What I am trying to say is… It is not uncommon and even less so humiliating. It is important to wait for the right person to come along. Marriage is no light matter, and if our parents aren’t around to arrange such a thing, sometimes you might have to wait a bit longer. Is your father still around? Has he… Introduced any bachelors to you?” 

You swallow hard at the sudden inquiry about your parent. You shake your head, wiping your clammy palms on your skirt. “No, and neither is my mother. I’ve been an orphan since before I reached the proper age to marry.” 

Yussif’s shoulders deflate as he sighs. “Ah, I see. Well, the lack of a dowry might be off-putting to some parents who are looking for a bride for their son, but that might even be something positive. Look at it this way… If they truly want a good wife for their son, they shouldn’t even care about what is in it for them, yeah?” 

His words are kind and hold truth, but it doesn’t ease your nerves about not being able to find a spouse. You bite the inside of your cheek and lower your gaze, causing the rabbi to think for a moment, hoping to find the correct words to support you with. “Would you like to hear what Adonai has to say about marriage?” 

“I already know the words.” you quickly say, with an edge of bitterness that has you blush deeply and close your eyes in shame. “I’m sorry. I… I know the words, but I feel like they don’t apply to me. I can’t even imagine a man choosing me that way, wanting me that way.” 

Yussif lets out a hum as he gives you a pondering look. “Do you feel like you are undeserving?” 

Your eyes shoot up to meet his, widened and filled with sudden tears. His question hits home and he knows it, giving you a kind look as you try to find an answer that already lays in your silence, loud and clear as is. 

You swallow hard to prevent yourself from crying. 

“You are deserving.” Yussif whispers, “I don’t know you a whole lot, but I know you well enough to see that you are kind, gentle and caring. You helped out your friend Eden in her darkest hour by bringing her in front of the Lord, which is admirable.” 

“I didn’t do that by myself—” 

“—You are humble, and Godly, and beauti— I mean, you have a beautiful heart.” Yussif clears his throat quickly, taking a sip of water before continuing, “The kind of woman that a lot of Godly, righteous men in Judea would love to have for a wife.” 

“I have been travelling with this Preacher—” 

“—Jesus of Nazareth.” Yussif quickly says with an expression on his face that you can’t quite read, but his voice has a warm undertone, causing you to smile.

“Yes, Him.” you breathe, “Well, I’ve been travelling with Him and His company, and among them are several men, who are yet to be married.” 

Something dejected shifts into Yussif’s gaze for a second, but it disappears just as fast. 

“Is… Isn’t there someone amongst these who… Who you might deem a potential…” 

He doesn’t finish his sentence. You can’t put a finger on the reason why he seems to be so hesitant.

You give a small shake of your head, and you could swear the rabbi exhales in relief. “No,” you clarify, “They are all a bit like… I don’t know. Brothers, I suppose. I can’t see any of them at my side in such a way, be it now or in the future.” 

“Good. I—I mean— It’s good that you maintain certain standards in order to find a proper romantic partner, and that you take your time to… To consider whether someone is or isn’t a good fit.” 

“Do you think I’m too picky?” 

“No! No, not at all, I—” Yussif overthinks what he is trying to say for a moment before sighing. “What I am trying to say is that you are a woman of commendable nature, who is taking a cautious approach to finding herself a spouse, which is very understandable. After all, you are familiar with loss and thus understand the sacredness of such a bond. You live close to God and keep His commandments. I think that God is waiting for the right moment to introduce you to a man who is equally yoked and worthy of you. Trust in His timing, not your own.” 

“His timing.” You repeat the words in a whisper, causing the young rabbi in front of you to smile and nod. 

“Yes. The Lord works in mysterious ways. Who knows? You might one day run into someone and suddenly everything clicks into place, and you wonder why you ever worried. Or… Or you might know him already, and perhaps that on a certain morning you will wake up, see him walking down the street and suddenly you realise that what you’ve been looking for was right in front of you all along.” 

The statement hangs heavy in the air between you two, but far from awkward as Yussif gives you a kind smile. You mirror it, seeing a certain spark in his eyes that has your gut flutter with an inexplicable surge of butterflies and you look away to keep yourself from blushing. You bite your lip in thought, mulling over the words before you breathe in to speak.

“Right in front of me. I will keep that in mind.” you whisper softly. There is tension in the air you can’t quite place, but neither of you dares to address it. The silence that follows is meaningful. Yussif is the one to break it.

“Are you able to do something with these words?” 

“Yes, definitely. I think it was just what I needed.” 

Yussif smiles kindly, and even though he doesn’t feel like cutting the conversation short, he can’t suppress a sudden yawn.

Only now, you realise the sun has lowered itself already as no light streams in through the windows anymore. Behind you, the synagogue has slipped into a more peaceful, quiet state. Yussif must be working overtime, causing you to put a hand over your mouth.

“Goodness! I’m so sorry for keeping you.” 

You stand quickly, Yussif following your action as he puts a defensive hand in front of him. “No, not at all. By all means, stay if you need to. It’s… I’m glad to be of help. It’s my work after all. If there is a fellow believer in Jesus is in need—” 

—A fellow believer in Jesus. The Pharisee’s words die on his tongue, but you’ve heard enough to know the weight of his words and the meaning behind them.

A smile spreads over your lips. Yussif is dumbfounded for a moment as you tug your cloak a bit firmer around your shoulders. 

“Thank you, rabbi Yussif.” you say softly, giving him a small nod. “I think… I know that I will remember everything you said. It means a lot to me. God bless you.” 

“You’re— Uh, you’re welcome. My… My door is always open.” 

You smile softly as he starts seeing you out, halting at the threshold of his office. You press your fingers to your lips and then against the mezuzah on the wall before turning to him.

“Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind. Have a good night, Yussif. Shalom shalom.” 

“Shalom shalom, (Y/n).” He parrots and watches you walk off, already heading for the exit. 

With a certain spring in your step, you forget to pull over your hood, not anxious to be seen all by yourself anymore. There is something about Yussif’s sincerity and kindness that has you feel especially giddy tonight.

Rabbi Yussif tidies up his office before clocking out, with newfound energy coiling inside his chest, as if something new has just started to blossom. 

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ambivalence part eight: talk slow - rafe cameron

a/n: howdy sorry this is longer than usual but oh well hope you all enjoy let me know what you think xoxo

Summary: Rafe finally gets everything he wants, and loses it within a minute.

Warnings: swearing, underage drinking, slight sexual innuendos

Word Count: 5.6k+

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You let out a frustrated groan when you hear the doorbell ring, being able to feel Rafe's presence on the property but not being ready to go, yet. You start frantically shoving makeup and lipgloss into a clutch you dumped out, listening to the cheers from Rose and your mom as the Camerons file inside downstairs.

Rushing into the bathroom for one last look, you pop your lips, feeling your lipgloss stick. When the knock comes on the door, you're less than surprised.

"Come in," you call, rushing back into your room to continue getting your clutch together.

"Sweetheart?"

The door opens and parts only slightly, but you can see half of Rafe's face squished into the crack. You smile tightly and shake your head, silently running through the list of everything you want to remember. You adjust the skinny strap on your right shoulder, then speak.

"Come in, Rafe," you repeat.

He pushes the door further open as you turn and walk back over to your desk, pulling your emergency cash out of the drawer and tucking it inside the clutch. You hear Rafe close your bedroom door softly, so as not to draw attention to the fact that he's snuck upstairs.

"Erm."

You spin at his noise, finally letting your eyes settle on Rafe in his suit. His hair is all done up the way it usually is, and he puffs out his chest when you look over, scratching his forehead and exposing his Rolex while he does.

"You look-" he starts, still anxiously scratching his skin.

"You don't have to-"

"Absolutely beautiful."

Your lips curve up in a smile, suddenly forgetting all about your clutch and emergency money and if you already put gum in there or not. He smiles when you do, finally dropping his hand from his forehead. Subconsciously, you tug at the spot on your hips that the dress seems to not fit right, and it takes everything in Rafe to not swat your hands away.

"You don't look too bad yourself, Cameron," you tease him, walking up to him and settling your hands on his chest.

You run your fingers down his tie, observing how it perfectly matches your dress. Rafe had taken his time picking it out, wanting to make sure you would approve. It's your first public outing together, after all.

"Do you like the tie?" he asks, hint of nervousness in his voice.

"I love the tie," you smile, letting your hand settle into the center of his chest, "I would also love a proper greeting."

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart," he playfully rolls his eyes, gently tugging on your hip to pull you into him.

You smile as he starts to lean down, inhaling his cologne and aftershave, noting silently how well-shaven he is. He smiles just before he kisses you, letting it linger for a while before he pulls away again. You grin when you see how your lipgloss had transferred onto his lips.

He lets you reach up and use the base of your thumb to wipe the lipgloss away, listening to him chuckle as you do.

"Sorry," you mumble to him.

"Don't be," he smiles, giving you another kiss so as to show you how much he doesn't care.

"Let me just finish getting my stuff together, then we can go down," you tell him, watching as he nods and squeezes your hand before he drops his hands.

"Take your time, I'm fine with the view up here," he smirks, collapsing onto your bed.

"Cheeky," you tease, picking your clutch up once more.

"What happened to those little lights you used to have hanging over there?" Rafe asks, pointing to the wall that used to hold your twinkle lights.

"I took them down."

"When?"

"Three years ago."

Rafe snickers at your answer, watching as you shake your head. You close your clutch and step over to him, watching as he immediately shifts so he's sitting instead of laying down, pulling you into his lap.

"I guess I haven't been up here in a while," he frowns.

"My fault," you whisper, running your fingers through his all done up hair.

"Yes, babe, it's absolutely your fault that you haven't been pulling me up to your bedroom every time I come over for dinner. Surprised your dad hasn't-"

"Y/N!"

You look over at Rafe, dropping your jaw. He laughs and shakes his head, tapping his hand on your thigh to silently tell you to stand up.

"It's like I know this family or something, huh?" he snickers.

"Then you know he'll kill you if he finds out you're in my room,"  you tease him.

"Worth it."

You smile, giving him one last peck before you tug on his hand to lead him toward the door and downstairs. Rafe squeezes on your hand when you two reach the bottom of the stairs, keeping his grip tight so you don't pull away from him just because you're around your families. He's ready to tell.

"Oh, my God!" Rose exclaims when she sees the two of you, "Y/N, you look gorgeous! You two look great together!"

"Thank you," Rafe beams, his thumb stroking up and down the skin on your hand.

"Oh, come outside with everyone, I have to get pictures!"

Rafe does his best not to roll his eyes at his step-mother, instead leading you out to the patio to appease her. Your parents gush over you and Rafe, your mom even giving you the raised eyebrow as if to ask why he's refusing to let go of your hand if he's just a wedding date. You smile and shake your head, telling her you'll talk later. Scott emerges from the house, tie hanging around his neck.

"Um, Y/N," he says quietly, grabbing onto your elbow as he approaches you and Rafe, "I need you to help me with my tie."

"Sure," you reply to your brother, feeling Rafe reluctantly release you so you can help him.

Rose takes the opportunity to pull Rafe into a picture with Wheezie. Sarah and John B are nowhere to be found, and despite Rafe being your date, you just can't help the feeling in your gut at the thought of seeing him.

"I'll kill him, you know," Scott says quickly, watching as you focus too hard on his tie.

"What?"

"I'll kill Rafe if he pulls anything tonight."

You chuckle, patting your brother on his chest before you continue with your tie, "Scott, trust me. Rafe won't be the one to ruin tonight."

"You're worried about John B, then?"

You groan when you make the wrong move, having to undo almost all the work you've done to try again. Although Scott's conversation is distracting you, he doesn't seem to mind that you aren't moving fast.

"Yes," you admit quietly, glancing back to make sure Rafe is away, "Things are just a little complicated right now."

Scott laughs, and you watch as his eyes flicker from where Rafe is staring down to you, "It doesn't look complicated for Rafe. He's glanced over here about twenty times in the last ten seconds."

You bite your lip to hide a smile, sighing in relief when you pull the knot up Scott's tie and finally settle it on his collar. He even lets you adjust the collar, which he never does.

"Just leave John B to me," Scott nods his head down to you, "I think your boyfriend wants you over there. Thanks, for the tie."

You turn and see Rafe staring at you, and when you meet his eyes, he beckons you over. You turn back to Scott, squeezing his forearm as a thanks for the talk, and then make your way to Rafe. He holds out his hand when you get close enough, which you gladly accept.

"You okay?" he whispers in your ear, ignoring commands from Rose about posing for a photo.

"Fine," you nod, giving him a smile.

"Scott was giving me the death stare over there."

"He's fine, trust me. Everything's perfect."

Rafe takes your word for it, pressing a small, tender kiss into your forehead. You hear Rose's camera snap right then, but you don't think much of it until she looks at it and explodes with excitement.

"That is too precious! You two are going to have to do a Christmas card or something," she grins.

Rafe just rolls his eyes, telling Rose to take some more so everyone could leave. Rafe keeps his hand just above your backside the entire time, but is so innocent about it that you can't tell if he means what he's doing or not. You're sure he does.

Just as Rose snaps one last picture of you and Rafe, you hear Ward yell to Rose that John B and Sarah have arrived. You tense, naturally, which makes Rafe look down at you. You glance at Scott, giving him a small nod of appreciation for keeping an eye on you.

You don't look to Rafe, mostly because you don't have time. John B and Sarah step out onto the back patio and earn the attention of everyone, gushing about how good they look together. You watch John B's movements, the way he smiles to Ward but drops it too soon; the way he shoves his hands into his pants pockets and doesn't shake your father's hand. Or Scott's.

He's uncomfortable and you know it, but you're glad. After how uncomfortable you've been, he deserves a little of it, too. When he looks over and sees you, you see him swallow visibly as he takes you in. Rafe wants to mark his territory, every caveman instinct rising to the surface as he watches you two stare at each other. Instead, he takes a deep breath and lets you have your moment.

You break the glance after a moment, opting to stare at the grass instead of your ex-boyfriend. You can feel Rafe's gaze burning into the side of your head, you just really don't know what to say. You feel guilty for even thinking twice about John B when you feel so strongly about Rafe. It shouldn't even phase you.

"Hey," he whispers after a second, "Y/N, hey."

You finally drag your head to look up at him, sure he's probably going to go off on some rant about how John B never deserved you and you shouldn't feel anything anymore. But you do feel different. You don't want to be with John B in any sense of the word.

You just want Rafe.

"It's okay to be upset," he tells you, "It's okay. If you want to spend the entire night talking about what happened with you two, I'll listen. Just don't go radio silent on me, yeah?"

You give him a small smile, moving from beside him to in front of him. You no longer care of your parents or Scott or John B or anyone sees. Your heart swells at his words, that he would be so willing to listen to you whine about John B all night just to spend time with you.

You wrap your arms around his neck, feeling him wrap his around your waist and pull you closer. He meant what he said, but now he's glad he said it.

"I don't want to talk about him," you mumble, "I want to talk about you. And us. I want you to tell me more stories from when I was oblivious-"

"You were not oblivious, sweetheart," he smiles, keeping his composure although his heart is practically beating out of his chest.

"Hm, are you crossing any fingers back there, Cameron?"

He laughs, a real, heavy laugh. It earns the attention of a few people on the porch, but you don't care.

"No. I'm never lying with you."

You smile, using one hand to stroke through the hair on the back of his head and pulling him down a bit. You feel him hesitate, worried that Scott or your father will chase him down the driveway with a baseball bat if he kisses you right now.

"Don't worry about them," you whisper, and he wonders if you can read his mind, "Scott's fine and my dad's already drunk."

Rafe laughs once again, then leans all the way down and presses his lips to yours. He keeps it long enough to satisfy you, but short enough that he's not full on making out with you in front of both of your families. When Rafe looks up and spots Rose holding her camera, she just winks at him. His cheeks flush.

"I needed that," he whispers to you, pulling just far enough away that he can see you.

"Me, too."

He takes a deep breath and untangles from you, wrapping his fingers through yours again. You both step over to the group, who is packing up to leave. You watch as Rose steps over to Rafe, showing him something on her camera. Rafe's jaw drops halfway, and you watch as his cheeks grow pink again. She pats him on the arm and smiles, no real words communicated between the two. You start to ask him, but your mom shuffling everyone into the house distracts you.

"Is it okay if I drive us?" Rafe asks, setting his free hand on your hip as you both enter the house.

"I would love that," you nod, watching him smile.

Rafe steps away from you to let his parents know you two are leaving. You unlock your phone and try to keep yourself busy, only to have your elbow tugged on by your little brother again.

"Please let me ride with you," Scott says quietly, "Mom's trying to get me to slow dance with Wheezie, and it's either her or sit in a car with Sarah and John B. Please?"

You laugh lightly, glancing over at Rafe and seeing he's already watching you. He nods, as if to answer the question you're asking him in your head.

"That's fine," you tell him.

"Thank God."

Rafe steps back over to you after a moment, setting his hand on your back to guide you out. He swallows at the way his fingertips keep grazing bare skin on your back, knowing that's not going to be good for him later on, when he has a few drinks and so do you. He's already having enough trouble.

You're pleased when Rafe and Scott actually speak to one another in the car. They talk like old friends ('hey, Cam, remember the time you pushed me out of your tree house?', 'yeah, your sister was more upset about sleeping in the waiting room than you having a broken wrist'.). Ever since they were kids, Scott had called Rafe 'Cam'. It makes you happy to see them getting along so well again. Despite Scott being present, Rafe keeps his right hand in yours the entire ride.

By the time the three of you arrive at the church, you're worried that your date will be too busy hanging out with Scott to even notice you. They're laughing so hard that it takes Rafe three tries to back his truck into his parking spot, each time Scott teasing him more and more.

"Can you two chill out, please?" you groan, watching them pretend to wrestle in the parking lot.

Scott had initiated it, saying he could still kick Rafe's ass. Rafe countered by saying such a thing had never happened. And now, you're standing with your hands on your hips, wanting to go inside, but waiting on your boy and your brother.

Rafe laughs and holds his hands up, telling Scott he's done at your request. He steps over to you and you groan, finding his hair to not be perfectly set anymore. You frown as he tries to fix his jacket.

"What's that face for, sweetheart?" he asks when he looks up at you.

"Nothing."

"Come on, now, none of that pouty shit. Look at me," he demands, but his voice is so soft you know he'd crumble in a minute.

"I need to fix your hair," you say, watching him grin. It makes you smile, too, even though you wanted to tease him and stay upset for a bit longer.

"You would've had to, anyway."

"No, I wouldn't have to if my brother and my boyfr-"

Your hand clamps over your own mouth, as if you're trying to shove the word back in. You watch Rafe's face fall as he stares at you, all playfulness gone from his eyes. Scott scoffs, then holds his hands up.

"I'm gonna - yeah. You two have fun."

Your brother walks off, but you barely notice. You finally let your hand fall from your mouth and your eyes shift to the ground, wondering how the hell you're going to take that back. You can feel him still staring at you, so you swallow nervously and looks back to him again.

"Rafe, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

"I'm gonna need you to finish that sentence."

You furrow your eyebrows, and he watches as the skin above your nose creases. He hasn't moved a muscle since you almost said the word.

"Rafe," you whisper, begging him to give you a better reaction than that. You have no idea what's going on in his head.

"No, I just want to hear you say it. Finish your sentence."

You swallow, watching his eyes move frantically around your face and eventually settle on your lips. You're not sure why the hell he wants you to say it, but you appease him. Your hands start to shake, so you clasp them together before you speak.

"I-" you let out a deep breath, watching as Rafe clenches his jaw, "I wouldn't have to if my brother and my boyfriend would stop wrestling in the parking lot."

The way Rafe closes his eyes and sighs after you breathe the word reminds you of the way a smoker who finally gets their fill of nicotine. You can see his body relax from its tense state, and when he opens his eyes again, you swear he looks intoxicated. He steps forward and grabs ahold of you before you can even realize it, bringing his lips to yours but not kissing you yet.

"I was going to ask you," he whispers, his voice almost raspy, "For the record. Had it planned and everything."

"Oh, yeah?" you reply, hands creeping their way up his back, "What happened?"

"You."

You grin, bringing one hand up to meet his still-messy hair. He leans down and kisses you, gentle at first and then deepening it, losing control of himself. The dress, the pictures, the word. Everything has been building up, and he's not sure he'll be able to stop himself. You pull away after a minute, stopping him when he starts to get a little too handsy in the parking lot of a church.

"We need to go inside," you suck in a deep breath, observing the wild look in his eye as he wants to continue more than anything in the world.

"Can we finish this conversation, first? I didn't mean to get carried away," he sighs.

You bite your lip and nod, subconsciously beginning to fix his hair. He closes his eyes for a moment when your nails brush into his scalp, swallowing under your movements before he opens his eyes again.

"I still want to ask you all properly," he insists, "But, I can't wait. Please be my girlfriend."

You smile wide, which makes him smile, too. You can tell he's nervous, even though he's crazy if he doesn't know the answer. You nod your head, bringing your lips to his to give him one last, gentle kiss.

"Sure I will," you breathe against his lips, "Cam."

He snickers, giving you one last peck, "You can't start calling me that."

"Fine."

He laughs, letting you pull back from him and work more on his hair. He stares at you as you concentrate, unable to believe that he's finally gotten you. Now comes the hard part, he thinks. Not fucking it up.

Once you finish, you give him a smile, "You look very handsome."

"You look like you just got macked on in the parking lot."

You laugh, but don't mind. He takes your hand and leads you inside, finding your families before you do because of his height. Scott smirks when he sees the two of you walk up, noting your lack of lipgloss and the fact that Rafe's hair looks like it had been combed through with your fingers instead of a brush.

Scott mutters something to Rafe, which makes his cheeks flush. You smile as he pulls you down next to him, wrapping one arm loosely around the back of the pew behind you.

"So," he whispers in your ear, "Am I allowed to tell Brady that I won?"

You snap your head over and furrow your eyebrows at him, "He's about to get married, Rafe. I think he will think he won."

Rafe shakes his head quickly, "He didn't."

You squirm slightly in your seat, trying to get the butterflies in your stomach to chill out. The entire ceremony, you wonder. You wonder how you never noticed, and you wonder where you and Rafe would be right now if you had.

By the time it ends, everyone seems to be ready to drink and have fun. Scott rides with you and Rafe to the reception, teasing you both relentlessly about how you had slipped up and then you both didn't come inside for several minutes. Rafe doesn't seem to care, though. He seems way too happy with how things had worked out.

The reception hall is beautiful. Breathtaking from the moment you enter. You take it all in; the lights, the signage, the food, the tables, everything. When you glance back at Rafe, who's back is pressed against your front with his chin resting on top of your head, he's just staring right back down at you.

"Do you wanna get a drink?" you ask him.

"Yes," he nods, "Go check out the deck, I'll get drinks."

He pecks you on the forehead, untangling his hand from yours and stepping toward the bar. You do as he instructs, stepping outside. Twinkle lights cover most of the deck, and with the sunset, it's one of the most beautiful scenes. Perfect for a wedding night.

You look around and find Sarah and John B dancing in the middle of the crowd outside, a wide smile spread across your ex-boyfriend's face. There was a time where that look would've given you every type of butterfly out there. Now, you want nothing but the sweet boy inside, ordering your favorite drink order, which he memorized last year at Midsommers.

"There she is!"

You turn around and spy your best friend, standing about five feet away and looking handsome as hell in his gray suit. Kelce stands beside him, salmon colored blazer wrapped around his body and his body already swaying with the alcohol he's consumed.

"Hey," you cheer, giving Topper a hug, then Kelce.

"You look hot," Kelce blurts.

"Dude," Topper shoves Kelce's shoulder, making him lose his balance and almost fall. Luckily, he catches himself just in time.

"Thanks, Kelce," you laugh.

"Cameron ditch you already?" Topper teases.

"No, he's-" you turn, finding Rafe walking outside just then. You watch as he does a two second scan, finding you almost immediately despite the crowd.

"Yo, bro," Topper greets Rafe once he reaches you guys.

Rafe hands you your drink, your favorite drink, tucking his hand around you and letting it linger on your waist as he pulls you into his side.

"What's up, Top?" Rafe asks, sipping his drink and then adding, "Kelce is drunk already?"

"No," Kelce protests with a glare.

"Are we getting shit-faced tonight?" Topper looks around, asking all of you.

"Hell yes!" Kelce explodes.

"I'm not," Rafe speaks up, "I have to get this one home."

He tightens his grip around you as if it's a good reference of who he's talking about. He ignores Kelce's groan and Topper pretending to throw up, just smiling away down at you under his arm. This has been his dream forever. He's not going to ruin it.

Not if he can help it.

"Y/N? Shit-faced?" Topper questions, raising his eyebrow at you.

"I don't think so, Top," you reply, watching him groan.

"You two are so lame. When you start dating, you better not go all fetal on me, Cameron."

"We are," Rafe informs him, trying to suppress the grin threatening to form on his face, "Dating, I mean."

"What?" Topper gasps.

"Aw, damn it!" Kelce groans, "That means I lost my shot with Y/N?"

You laugh when Rafe pulls his hand from around you momentarily to shove Kelce the same way Topper had earlier. When he returns his arm around you, his grip is tighter.

"You never had a shot with Y/N," Rafe snaps at him.

"Hey, man, I told you the same thing when you were fifteen. Don't underestimate me."

"Oh, my God," Rafe mumbles, low enough that the other two can't hear, "I might have to get shit-faced if he keeps putting that image in my head."

"You have nothing to worry about, Rafe," you whisper in response.

He bites the inside of his bottom lip to hide his smile, "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He leans down and presses a kiss to your temple, letting it linger before he pulls himself away. Everything feels right to him. For the first time in a long time.

A few hours and many drinks later, Topper and Kelce are gone. You'd been laughing at their antics for so long that your chest was starting to hurt. You'd had more than a couple drinks, but didn't feel as bad, or as good, as the boys. Rafe only had two, citing being the driver as his excuse.

The four of you found yourselves standing about ten feet from the outside bar, which you had done on purpose when Topper and Kelce asked to move so they could get drinks faster. You start to feel Rafe's impatience; his way of telling you he's ready to go is to stand behind you with his hands on your hips, slightly and nonchalantly moving your body against his. He hasn't given you a real kiss in hours and he's starting to feel it.

"Do you think we should take them home?" you turn your body around, making Rafe groan. The last thing he wants to do is stare at the lips he can't kiss for hours right now.

"No," he grunts, "That will ruin every plan I have for when we get back to the truck."

You feel your stomach twist in a good way, smiling at him as you try to read his thoughts. You're sure you already know what they are.

"I'm serious, they're really drunk."

"I will call them a car, then. Those two idiots are not ruining my night."

You shake your head at him, wrapping your hand around his tie and pulling him down for a kiss. He groans before he lets you kiss him, knowing it's going to hurt to stop. John B and Sarah walk by right then to go to the bar, but you don't notice. The mixture of the alcohol and Rafe's kisses have you feeling more lightheaded than ever.

"I can't believe you're my boyfriend now, Rafe Cameron," you tease him, "You taste like a mai tai."

"And that's a wrap on the drinks for you," he mutters, moving your glass to the other side of the table behind you.

"I'm not drunk."

"I didn't say you are," he counters.

"Just because I had drinks doesn't make me drunk," you continue, "If anything, you make me feel drunk."

"I make you feel drunk?" he laughs, "Okay, I'm saying it, now. You're drunk."

"I mean it, Rafe," you mumble, smoothing out his tie, "Can I have another kiss?"

"Please never stop asking me that question," he says quietly, leaning down and kissing you against your smile.

"I'm not drunk," you say, more authoritative this time, after he pulls away, "Just happy."

He grins, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "Me, too, baby."

Your eyes flutter closed, soaking in the perfection of this moment. Rafe sighs contently, squeezing hold of your hand. You can hear Kelce and Topper arguing over their fantasy football drafts about two feet away, but you don't mind.

You hear something crash at the bar, making you jump. When you turn to see what it was, you find Scott pressed up against the bar, looking like he'd just been shoved. John B stands about three feet away, chest heaving. Your entire body tenses, but before you can even move, Rafe's already on his way over there.

"Top, stay with her," Rafe commands, pointing to you before he takes off running to the bar.

Topper stands, setting a hand on your arm when you try to follow your boyfriend.

"Y/N-"

"Do not try to play knight in shining armor right now, Top. Let go of me."

He does as you say, taking note of the serious look in your eye. He follows you over to the bar silently, stumbling only once. Rafe's now standing beside Scott, trying his best to pull your furious brother away from the scene.

"Scott," you speak up, stepping over to your boyfriend and your brother, "What the hell is going on?"

"Topper," Rafe demands over you, "I told you to fucking stay with her!"

You turn to Rafe, "Why are you acting like that?"

"I told you he's a fucking tool, Y/N."

John B's voice rings through your ears. You swallow and glance at your brother, trusting that he has every reason to be as angry as he is. You spin around on your heel, glaring at your ex-boyfriend.

"What did you say to Scott?" you ask him, keeping your voice calm.

"The truth," John B shrugs.

You glance at Sarah, who seems to be enjoying this entire thing. A crowd has seemed to gather, and you're almost amazed your parents haven't come outside.

"Which is?" you press.

"John B," Rafe speaks up, his voice pleading, "Don't."

You turn, just for a second, and observe the expression on Rafe's face. It's desperate, scared. You turn back to John B, sure you'll force the answer out of him.

"Y/N, I'm sorry," Scott speaks behind you, "Let's just go."

"No," you say, not bothering to turn around, "I want to know what the hell everyone's so riled up about. What did you tell him, John B?"

When John B hesitates, Sarah steps over and wraps both of her arms around one of his. She has a cold look in her eyes as she stares at you, smirk very present on her lips.

"He told Scott that Rafe got fired because he was doing drugs, and the only reason Rafe was doing drugs was because of you."

Your lips part as you open your mouth to take a deep breath, trying your hardest to process what Sarah had just said. You'd grown up with Rafe, you'd gotten the 'drugs are bad' discussion with Rafe sitting beside you, flicking your arm to make you mad. He wouldn't do drugs. And even if he did, what the hell did that have to do with you?

"You're such a bitch, Sarah," Rafe says behind you, his voice full of defeat.

"Maybe," she shrugs, "But at least I didn't push a guy into snorting lines off of daddy's financial paperwork."

You swallow, eyes moving to the ground. The alcohol, the overwhelming emotions you've been through today, all of it, feels like too much all of the sudden. Scott comes up behind you and gently grabs your arm, taking in your expression.

"I'm gonna take my sister home," Scott announces, more so to Rafe than anyone else.

Sarah drags John B away, knowing their work is done. You don't pull your eyes up to watch them go, or to look at your boyfriend. You just start walking, knowing Scott will follow.

"Y/N, hey, wait, let me explain-" Rafe tries, but Topper sets his hand on Rafe's chest to stop him.

"Not like this, Rafe, come on," Topper starts. Rafe shoves Topper forcefully, making him almost lose his balance.

"Get the fuck off me," Rafe snaps at him.

"Stop," you tell him, your voice emotionless. Scott stops walking when you do, standing beside you as if he's your bodyguard, "Please, Rafe. Just stop."

He takes one step toward you, stopping when Scott levels him with a glare.

"Sweetheart, please. Let's go somewhere and talk, and if you want me to take you home I will. I don't want to end the night like this. Please."

You swallow and sigh, staring at the pleading boy. After everything the two of you have been through, you know you owe him this. You also really, really don't want Sarah Cameron to win. Rafe deserves better than that.

"All right," you agree weakly.

Rafe sighs in relief, taking another step but dropping his arms when you don't reach for him.

"Are you sure?" Scott asks you.

You nod, "Yes. Don't tell Mom and Dad about this."

He nods in agreement, and does not object when you reach up and tighten his tie around his neck. He looks better, like nothing ever happened. You turn to Rafe, heart sinking at his lonely expression. You reach for his hand, more so as a way to comfort him. You're still hesitant about Sarah's words.

He takes your hand immediately, wanting nothing more than to wrap himself around you. He leads you off the deck and through the reception hall, out to the parking lot. He slows once he sees the truck, as he has to try and figure out what the hell he's going to say.

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I’ve been reading mandos intergalactic taxi service and UGH✨💕 the pining and fluff with the intimacy smut is just chefs kiss your writing style is amazing🤌🏽✨ I’ve been in such a Din mood lately, could your write like a confession drabble where the reader and din are pining for each other and din is dropping hints but the reader is like really not a hint taker lol pretty please with a cherry on top 😭💕 smut or fluff your choice I know you’d write it so well!!

BLESS YOUR HEART @liltangerineart and thank you! Next chapter of Taxi Service should be up tomorrow I hope!

In the meantime I hope you like this? Not a confession as such and more, uh, top!Mando than I intended, but he is bad at dropping hints. I like to think he would be very...straightforward 😎

Din Djarin/F!Reader - E - 1624 words - Oblivious!Reader, Infatuated!Din, frustrated yearning, angst and, of course, smut.

It's getting ridiculous.

He is a Mandalorian, one of the most fabled, the most feared warriors in the galaxy. Rumour and danger follow him as he charts a path through the galaxy that blazes bright, leaving behind myth and legend - people whispering things like 'I heard he killed a whole troop with his hands tied' and 'I heard he was eight feet tall, made of steel'.

He is a Mandalorian, who has never had to rely on anybody but himself - and yet here he is, sweating beneath his cowl whenever you brush too close, trying too hard to inhale the scent of you through his helmet's filters, memorizing the sound of your laugh.

It's like he's a foundling again - uncertain, insecure, nervous. And they’re not butterflies in the pit of his stomach - they’re bullets from an ancient slugthrower weapon, and he can taste metal at the back of his tongue whenever he tries to talk to you.

“Do you have someone, back home?” A clumsy overture, as obvious as it is stupid; Din winces beneath the helm but you don’t seem to notice - you just shake your head and shrug.

“No. Just me. I wouldn’t have left otherwise.” Loyal, he thinks, and the bullets in his stomach sting just that little bit harder.

He tries asking you more about yourself. How you became a bounty hunter. How many weapons you’ve handled. The different kinds of ships you’ve flown. Places you’ve been. But you never give up anything truly personal about yourself - you’re a cypher.

Maybe that’s why the Mandalorian finds himself strangely drawn to you.

He doesn’t know how to navigate this - not really. He has no experience with this kind of thing. It’s always been about the next quarry, the next job, and then it was about the kid, and now…

And now he’s stuck.

He wants to hit something, break something, feel the impact of his fists against flesh and bone. He settles for balling them up whenever you’re around, biting his tongue, and waiting til later to jerk himself off in pathetic, clench-jawed silence in the refresher.

“You slept late,” you point out the next morning as he emerges, stiff in more than one way, from his bunk.

“Couldn’t sleep last night,” he says, and he’s so tired, so frustrated that he adds, gruffly: “Bed was too empty.”

“Probably need more pillows,” you muse as you wander off to the kitchenette. “Cup of caf?”

“Extra strong,” he grunts as he leans a shoulder to the wall, and you’re oblivious to his glower.

“Coming right up.” A minute later, you press a mug into his hand. “I’ll leave you to it. No need to go hide, I’ll go find a bulkhead to look at while you take your helmet off.”

You grin at him, and he stares at you. You’re just about to turn away when he reaches up, and you go still, your smile slackening in shock as he thumbs the release latch under his chin.

The helm’s pneumatic seal hisses as it lifts, just enough so he can get the rim of his mug up and to his lips. He takes a long, slow pull, and while his vision is eclipsed by the rim of the helmet at the moment, he knows you haven’t left.

As he expects, you’re still there - staring at him as he lowers his helm back into place. Your mouth is even slightly open - lips parted - and he watches the dart of your tongue as you wet them before swallowing hard.

“I’m just...I’m just gonna,” you say, abortingly, and start to back away. You jump as your shoulder hits the hatchway. Din watches as you turn, hesitate, then hurry away, your shoulders squared defensively as if you can feel the force of his gaze on your back.

Alone, the taste of caf hot and bitter on his tongue, Din Djarin grins.

After that, he starts to notice. He starts to notice how tense you are when he’s close.

At first he’s not sure - but then, once, he deliberately brushes your waist as he moves past you in the cockpit to take the pilot’s seat, and you’re still standing there, frozen, when he glances back at you. You brush it off, but it happens again when you bump into him coming out of the fresher. When he reaches over your head in the kitchenette to fetch a ration bar from a compartment. When you lean over his shoulder to point out the coordinates to a refueling station. When he catches you yawning, falling asleep in the passenger’s seat.

“I’m going to hit my bunk,” you say, rising to your feet, your arms stretched above your head. Din turns slowly, and he catches the glimpse of a sliver of flesh as your shirt rides up. The words escape him before he’s even conscious of their existence.

“Want some company?”

Dank farrik, he’s been dropping hints and touches for ages - and he knows you’re affected by his presence, he’s sure of it now. They might be closer to butterflies for you, but his bullets are bouncing around in his gut right now.

“What?” you ask, half-laughing - as if it’s all some grand joke. “You gotta stop with the innuendo, Mando. I might get the wrong idea.”

“And if it’s not innuendo?” He’s flicked the ship to auto-pilot - on his feet - looming towards you. You’re caught in the hatchway, unable to step backwards to fall down the ladder, unwilling to turn your back. "If you've got the right idea?"

“What?” you repeat - licking your lips again. Your eyes are flicking back and forth from his visor to his hands. It’s almost like you're expecting a fight.

“I want to fuck you.”

The words are matter-of-fact but delivered in a low baritone, a gravelly rasp that lifts the hairs on the back of your neck. You stop breathing for a second - he can see it - and your leg twitches, just half a step backward - but then you swing it forward again, swaying towards him. Like he has you in his gravitational pull.

It’s all Din needs. He closes the distance between you, his gloved hands closing around your biceps, the leather worn and warm through your shirt.

He says your name, once, in a digital growl that curls your toes in your boots. And then it’s like an explosion - it all happens so quickly; there are hands and clothes everywhere and then on the deck, and in the aftermath you are in the Mandalorian’s arms, naked, your legs around his waist as he presses you up against the bulkhead.

His chestplate hits the deck - his flak jacket lifted above his head when you let him stop touching you long enough. You barely have time to appreciate the feel of his naked hands on your skin, cupping your breasts in his broad, smooth palms, thumbing your nipples all-too-briefly before he’s sliding down the zipper of his flight suit and baring a V of muscled flesh all the way to his groin.

“Mando,” you gasp as he frees his cock, as he maneuvers the throbbing, purpled head to drag through your slit. He finds you open and wet, lips parted for him, and he groans as he nudges against your fluttering hole. He doesn't hesitate.

He pushes in slow, for he’s a lot to take, thick and hard and the stretch is almost too much. You whine, your voice high and tight in your throat, and he soothes you with soft little noises and praise that makes you feel light-headed.

“Shhh, that’s it,” “You’re so fucking tight-” “Made to take my cock, mesh’la" and other words you don’t recognize. Eventually, he’s all the way inside you, his pelvis flush to yours, the scratch of hair at his pubic bone pressing into your mound.

You pant in his arms, eyes squeezed shut, a thin resin of sweat risen on your brow. “Move,” you order through clenched teeth, and finally you open your eyes to meet his visor and demand, “Fuck me, Mando.”

And he does - withdrawing his hips from the welcoming cradle of yours, his cock dragging back through you, and you can feel every ridge and vein before he’s spearing back in, jarring your back against the bulkhead. It’s a shock right through your system, and you can feel adrenaline flooding your veins, your blood pumping faster like you’re fighting for your life. You might as well be, for he does it again, and again, and soon he’s setting a punishing pace that hits against something soft and devastating deep inside you.

Your orgasm hits you like a blow you fail to dodge - winding you, knocking the air from your lungs - and for a moment all that matters is the blinding flash of pleasure through your nerves, the rolling wave that makes your cunt flutter in rippling spasms around the pulsing rod of his cock. He pins your hips with another vicious rut of his hips and then he’s coming, too, releasing into the impossible grip of your body, groaning with every spurt of spend he fills you with.

“Fuck,” Din summarizes, once you both can catch your breath - once your legs start to loosen, jelly-weak as he pulls out gently, lowering your feet back to the ground. He’s suddenly nervous - worried he’s fucked this up, done the wrong thing, lost patience and paid for it with your scorn.

But your smile is brilliant as you beam up at him - your face radiant - flushed and sweaty. You are beautiful.

“Next time, don't waste time dropping hints,” you tell him, and then you reassure him with a laugh, and the wonderful feeling of your arms around his neck.

For a while, he just holds you close. And for a while, the bullets in his stomach are gone.

[pascalispretty]

“Use your words” for Fred and Rafa in the threesome verse?? o.O

Ask, and ye shall receive (albeit weeks later). Smut below the cut, for the prompt from this list!

The Macbook is balanced precariously on a pile of pillows on the other side of the bed, the screen tilted to display you in profile. It had been a form of foreplay all of its own to lie still while Rafa set it up, making sure it was angled to Fred’s liking and captured as much of you as possible. FaceTime is a poor substitute for Fred’s presence in your bed and the warmth of his body beside yours but you’ll take what you can get when your doctor is inevitably called back to his hospital. 

“Can you see okay, Fred?” you ask, your legs falling a little further apart. Tipping your head to the side to look at the screen, you see Fred swallow thickly, his eyes fixed on you. 

“Perfectly.” He’s lying in his bed in Baltimore, the camera close on his face. Before you can try to figure out whether he’s naked or not, Rafa abruptly settles on top of you, his warm bulk pressing you into the mattress. The weight of him on you makes you sigh contentedly and your hand come up to stroke down his back. 

“We miss you, Fred,” Rafa says before dipping his head down to kiss you. It’s too brief of a kiss for your liking and you whine when Rafa pulls away. “I think her cunt misses you too. God, I wish you could feel how wet she is.” The smirk on his face is downright devilish, and you hear a shuddering breath from the laptop. 

“Show me?” The question barely leaves Fred’s lips before Rafa slides his hand down your side that’s facing Fred and the camera and dips his fingers between your legs. A soft little noise escapes you at the first brush of his fingertips, your hips pushing forwards to meet his hand. 

“Oh, you’re soaked, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pressing one of his long fingers inside of you so slowly that you swear you can feel every line and ridge of his knuckles. One of your hands flies up to sink into his soft hair and  your nails scratch against his scalp as he ever so slightly crooks his finger. He’s so close to nudging against that spot on your walls, the one that makes your toes curl and your vision whiten, so close that you know he’s avoiding it on purpose. 

“Rafi,” you gasp, your grip tightening on his hair. He rocks his hand slowly, every press of his finger sending that familiar warmth flooding through you to settle low in your abdomen. After a few steady thrusts he adds a second finger beside the first, the slight stretch of it making your nerve endings thrum and your back arch. 

And then, before you quite know what’s happening, he slips his fingers out of you and holds them up in front of the camera. 

“Told you,” he says, ignoring your plaintive whine as he shows off his slick fingers to the camera, turning them so Fred can watch them glisten in the low light of the room. Fred groans softly, and the sound sends a little shiver running down your spine. 

“Are you touching yourself?” Rafa asks, and Fred nods jerkily on the screen. “Good.” Rafa looks back down at you thoughtfully, as though he’s wondering what to do with you next. You don’t wait for him to make his mind up. Instead, you catch his wrist and pull his hand towards you so you can take his two slick fingers into your mouth. 

“Oh, good girl,” he murmurs as you moan around them, and you hear a shuddering inhale from Fred. “Wishing you were the one cleaning her taste off my fingers, Frederick?” 

“God, yes.” You let go of Rafael’s fingers with a pop, turning your head to look at the screen once more. Your voyeur is looking a little less composed now, his teeth digging into his lower lip as he watches unblinkingly. 

“What do you want to see, Frederick?” Rafa asks, trailing his damp fingers over your chin and down your neck before finally pinching one of your nipples. You arch into the touch, whimpering when Rafa brings his free hand up to cup your other breast. When a reply doesn’t seem immediately forthcoming, Rafa pinches your nipples until you gasp. “Use your words. Tell me what you want to see.” 

“I–fuck,” Fred manages, and you wonder if he’s blushing. He’s still getting used to these FaceTime sessions, usually preferring to be a more passive participant. 

“Tell me, Frederick. What have you been thinking about, all alone in that big bed?” 

“I’ve been thinking–fuck, Rafael. Thinking about sucking your cock. The way you taste after you’ve been inside her,” Fred admits in a rush. Rafa smirks, one of his hands moving back up to cup your chin. 

“Is that what you want to see, Frederick? Me fucking her face so you can pretend it’s you with my cock stuffed down your throat?” Rafa glances down at you, his green eyes sparkling wickedly. “I think we can manage that.” 

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Chosen (Park Seonghwa) Rated

Pairing: Creature! Park Seonghwa × Human! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Sci-Fi/Fantasy AU.

Summary: Symbolizing purity, innocence, and daintiness, the Daughters of Aster had been hand-picked since a young age to be brought up and raised for a very special task: to carry the offspring of the nobility in the kingdom, which just so happens to consist of cold-blooded humanoid creatures. And now that she's become of age, it's Y/N's turn to be auctioned off to the highest bidder.

Word Count: 5.6K

Warnings: Tentai content including tentacle bondage, tentacle sucking, breast play, suction play, breeding kink, penetration with tentacles, multiple orgasms, semi voyeurism, reader is a virgin and Seonghwa is whipped for her, mentions of eggs, and stomach bulges. (It's my first time writing actual tentacle smut so I apologize if it sucks.)

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Gulping harshly as she pressed a hand to open the large, metal gate that guarded the huge mansion, the young woman hesitantly stepped inside the spacious and grim-looking garden. Underestimating the weight of the gate, she softly jolted back when it suddenly slipped out of her grasp and clashed back into place. She winced momentarily when the loud noise seemed to resonate, spooking several of the small critters and ravens that roamed around the small terrain. Glancing back, she half expected an old groundskeeper to swoop out of one of the trees and chastise her reckless behavior. But nothing surrounded the area except the foliage, trees, and rose bushes that added to the beauty of the grand estate.

Gathering back her courage, the quaint young woman took slow and careful steps across the small dirt path that led straight to the front stairs of the mansion. It was a somewhat terrifying architectural design, reminiscent of the old gothic-styled cathedrals from ancient times, not at all fashioned after the pompous and outlandish French designs most of the other members of the aristocracy preferred. The gray stone walls made the place seem cold and distant, the hardly lit windows signaled that it was probably rarely inhabited, and the black ravens perched on the top of the sculpted angel monuments lined up through the staircase only made the sensation feel more haunting and chilly.

Finally, in front of the main entrance, she hesitated as her fingers brushed along the round metal door handle. She felt frozen with fear as she realized there was no returning after all. This was the moment she had been prepared for her entire life. In a few moments, she was about to meet.....

Her master.

Just that thought sent shivers down her spine. She did not wish to ponder too much on the various horror stories she often heard back in the institute, nor imagine what kind of life she would live now as a surrogate to one of...their kind.

In the very moment she lifted her hand once again, she took a jerked back when the door seemingly opened by itself, a young maid looking surprised to see her standing there. Upon inspecting her attire and recognizing the crest that held her dark blue cloak in place, the maid's expression beamed with joy.

"Oh! You must be Miss Y/N correct?"

Nodding her head and affirming it was indeed she, Y/N felt puzzled when the tiny maid practically yanked her inside, albeit not intended to harm her, she simply seemed excited about her presence, which frankly made no sense to her. It was not as if surrogates were treated with kindness let alone respect. When her hands reached up towards her neck, the young woman was quick to stop her.

"Oh please! Let me do that for you."

Although she was not particularly fond of people coming up so close in her personal space, she maintained a calm demeanor whilst the maid removed the long cloak off her frame, delicate hands folding it perfectly and tucking it under her arm.

"I'll have this cleaned and ironed out for you Miss before taking it back to your room. You must be famished after coming here after such a long journey." She paused briefly and examined Y/N's complexion, which seemed rather pale and depleted, making her pout rather sadly at the state their new guest was in.

"If you would like, I can ask the cook to prepare a meal for you. Do tell, what is your favorite dish?"

Y/N waved a dismissive hand at the kind lady's offer.

"Please, do not trouble yourself. I am not the least bit hungry." Indeed, it was not a lie. She was overly anxious and uneasy that she did not believe it to be possible to even fathom stomaching any sort of sustenance at that moment.

"If you do not mind and if it is allowed... I would much prefer to retire for the evening." Y/N humbly requested.

Nodding with the understanding that the new company was weary, the young maid took hold of a golden bell tied around her waist and proceeded to ring it moderately. In mere seconds, a tall sharply dressed gentleman came up and bowed towards her.

"Cedric would you please escort Miss Y/N to her room?"

Gesturing for her to follow, the butler guided her up the flight of stairs into the second story of the house. Passing through a long corridor, Y/N glanced now and then at the outside patio through the windows that overlooked the gardens. They were much larger than what she initially thought, and the longer she looked, the denser the trees seemed to appear. She was so distracted by the scenery that she nearly collided face-first into the poor butler's back had he not spoken up first and made her steps come into a screeching halt.

"This will be your room from now on miss." Producing a string of keys out of his pocket, Cedric unlocked the door and gently pushed it open, stepping inside to make room for Y/N to pass.

Her breath was nearly taken away by the sheer size of the room. It was double the size of the old living space she used to share with 6 other girls back in the institute and was furnished with more than what she'd ever need. The decor too seemed like something more befitting for someone of the family than for someone of her station.

"If there is anything the matter with the decor or should you prefer a different pattern, you may simply speak the word and the Master shall arrange for the room to be modified as you like."

At the mention of the Master, Y/N felt that nerve-racking tingle travels down her body once again.

"Shall you need any assistance, please feel free to ring the bell attached by your bed and one of us will be more than happy to aid you?" Reaching for the door handle, Cedric bid her good night before closing the door to leave her to her thoughts.

Still feeling cold from the long walk, Y/N stepped closer to the fireplace, outstretching her hands in hopes of warming them up. She was grateful that although not expecting her early, they had prepared a nice fire to warm up her room. After getting filled with the heat, Y/N went over to one of the dressers so that she could change into her night attire. Upon opening the many drawers, she was shocked at not finding any of her old clothes, instead, there was an abundance of luxurious clothing which she did not recognize. Storming over to the large wardrobe, she too found that none of her personal belongings had been delivered, they seemed to have all been replaced with new apparel. Knowing that she had no choice, she went back to the first dresser that she had looked in before and rummaged through to find the plainest and simple nightgown she could find. Reaching for the row of buttons training down the middle of her blouse, she undid them one by one with utter care before slipping it off her body, letting the garment fall on the floor. Running the zipper down, her long and flowing skirt joined her blouse, one foot delicately kicking them away for the time being. Standing there in nothing but her undergarments made Y/N suddenly feel apprehensive. She carefully looked around the room again, feeling the strange sensation that someone was watching her. Shaking that thought out of her head, she quickly threw the nightgown over her head and finished dressing. The fabric was soft to the touch and it didn't scratch against her delicate skin, but the most surprising factor was that it fit like a glove on her body. It made her wonder if perhaps they had prepared it in advance or it was merely a coincidence.

Picking up her discarded clothes, she neatly placed them on the table near her, slightly folding them and smoothing them over. Going over to the bed, she pulled back the covers before sliding her body onto the mattress and covering herself. She couldn't help the small blissful sigh coming out of her mouth as her sore limbs welcomed the soft and comfortable bed, the pillow feeling like a fluffy cloud. As she laid there, she began to reminisce about all the events that led up to that very moment, or more specifically, that very morning during the Auctioning.

Hearing the loud applause coming from the other end of the room, Y/N tried to calm her nerves, knowing she was the next one in line to face the crowd. As soon as she took one step forward, she was stopped by none other than the Head of the Institute, who took hold of her wrist and looked at the girl behind her.

"Abigail, you go next. Y/N, you're coming with me."

Without so much as a further explanation, Y/N found herself dragged away from the waiting room where her fellow inmates also looked at each other in confusion at the sudden interruption. Y/N wanted to speak up and ask what was happening, was she not to be auctioned off to one of the many noble families? The old woman of course knew all the questions Y/N had, but she didn't say a word until they were outside in the front of the building, where there was a carriage awaiting her.

"Your personal belongings have already been sent out to your new home. We've received word to have you delivered as soon as possible." Even with that brief explanation, Y/N still didn't understand anything. Noticing her distressed state, the Headmistress sighed softly.

"Y/N, you are not to be auctioned off like the rest of the girls. Someone has already purchased you many months back, but it seems they accidentally forgot it and thus added you to the lineup. Luckily, I managed to find you before you stood up on that platform. Certainly avoided a disaster." The old woman chuckled, yet that did not relieve Y/N's worries.

What did she mean someone had already bought her? Who were they? Where was she sold off to?

Unfortunately, none of those questions were answered, instead, she found herself being pushed inside the carriage and speedily taken away to an unfamiliar side of the country that she had never seen before, away to who knew where until she ended up right in the place she was currently in.

Drowsy and tear-filled eyes eventually closed even whilst remembering the events of the day. Y/N knew she was more than likely lucid dreaming as she slowly drifted off to sleep. She didn't feel fully unaware of her surroundings though, and perhaps it was that skeptical feeling that kept her on edge and guarded against anything around her. It especially came into help when she seemingly felt something stroke her cheek, gliding down to caress the outline of her jaw. At first, she believed it was nothing more than her imagination, but when she felt a thumb running across her bottom lip, she opened her eyes, screaming and sitting up when she saw a dark figure standing right in front of her. He was started himself by her outburst, immediately retracting his hand when he witnessed how agitated his innocent act had made her.

"I'm sorry..... I didn't mean to frighten you." His voice was soothing and low, clearly intended so that she'd calm down.

"Would you mind if I..." His gesture indicated that he wanted permission to come near her again, which she felt like she had no choice but to give.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, the handsome stranger reached out and cupped the sides of her face, moving it slowly to the left and then towards the right, eyes drinking up every detail of her countenance.

"My God, you're even more beautiful than the last time I saw you tending to the gardens in that place."

Hearing those words made Y/N widen her eyes. How did he know about that? Unless...

"Are... Are you my new master?" She couldn't even believe it.

The young man giggled softly.

"If you don't mind, I would much rather prefer if you called me by my name, Seonghwa." He introduced himself. Y/N briefly nodded, but obviously, it wasn't enough for him as he leaned in close, nose nearly bumping into her own.

"Please say it." He urged her to.

"Seonghwa." She breathed out his name, to which he let out a gentle smile as one of his hands moved to tuck some of her hair behind her ear.

"Once again, I apologize for startling you, my dear. I just got impatient and couldn't resist myself. I just had to see you." He confessed before getting up out of her space.

"You must be tired so I'll leave you be now. Get some rest love and I'll see you in the morning."

Y/N expected him to walk towards the same door she had come inside from, but she looked with astonishment as Seonghwa went over towards another door which she had mistakenly assumed to be her bathroom, and opened it up.

"My room adjoins to yours, so if you ever want to come and see me, I'm just a knock away." He fought hard to not laugh at her flustered expression, whispering out another good night before retreating into his chambers.

Y/N released a breath she didn't know she was holding. So far her new master looked...normal? Nothing at all like what she expected from the many tales that roamed back at the institute. Seonghwa was nothing that she expected, exceptionally beautiful, poised, kind, and gallant. But she knew she could not be fooled by his charming manners, after all, none of the members of the aristocracy were actual humans...

And it was only a matter of time before she figured out what sort of monster Seonghwa was.

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Y/N tried to steady her heartbeat as Seonghwa drew closer to her, lips brushing against her own. Although this was the exact moment she had been prepared all her life for, she still felt a tinge of nervousness as she felt Seonghwa's hands clasp around her waist, his body, which was all bare save for the briefs between his thighs, pressing against her own.

"Tell me, my dear has anyone ever kissed you before?" He smiled when she shook her head.

"May I kiss you?" His inquiry sounded so sweet and pure that Y/N didn't think twice about lifting her face and closing her eyes.

Seonghwa's lips were soft, reminding her of the soft petals belonging to the different roses in the gardens outside, precious little buds that she had been granted permission to take care of in the month she had been living with him. He had never once denied her anything and had been very attentive to her every need. And now as he tenderly kissed her, pouring his heart into the loving kiss, Y/N wondered if this is what love felt like, that foreign emotion that she'd often hear spoken about yet always been told it would never be something she or any of the other girls at the Institute would ever experience. She didn't know, but she knew that she enjoyed whatever this was, this feeling of Seonghwa's lips closing over hers, only to pull away and then dive back in, each minute that passed enabling his kissing to become more ardent and passionate. It was truly breathtaking for her, as she'd often find herself gasping for air each time his lips would pull apart from her mouth.

Starting at the corners of her lips, Seonghwa began pressing butterfly kisses down towards her jaw. Y/N's breath hitched, neck tilting back when she felt him nibbling against her skin. It seemed as if he knew exactly where to direct his attention towards, her sharp breaths an indication that she was warming up to his touches. Releasing one hand off her face, he moved it down until his fingers brushed against her collarbone, treading dangerously close to her covered bosoms.

"Now tell me, love has anyone ever touched you here?"

As if on instinct, Y/N arched her back towards his palms when they lightly squeezed at her pillowy mounds, a light, and embarrassed moan being uttered by her for the first time in her life.

"N-no, no one's ever touched me there." Her shy confession made him smirk as he then dropped his hand down to lift her flimsy nightgown.

"What about here? Has anyone touched here?"

Cupping her sex, he found it warm and inviting, his body aching to be inside of her, to fill her up and breed her as he wanted to. He didn't need her to answer, just her mouth going agape and emitting the cutest whimpers he had ever heard was enough of an answer.

"No of course not. You're pure and completely untouched by anyone else....." When she felt his fingers slide across her wettened folds, her hands reached out and gripped against his biceps, using them to keep herself steady as they continued exploring her deepest places. It felt so unusual yet wonderful to have Seonghwa pry open her lips, fingers ever so gradually slipping past her tightness to lodge inside her warm cavern. Once settled, they began moving, pulling themselves out before coming back in. To distract her, Seonghwa stooped down to kiss her once more, it felt more rushed than before, tongue occasionally poking outwards to scrape against the roof of her mouth. As his fingers worked hard to stretch her open and mouth busied in devouring her adorable whines, it was all to prepare her and get her to ease up before he continued with anything. Pulling away with a deep inhale, Seonghwa used his free thumb to wipe away the excess saliva on her bottom lip, breath ghosting over her own.

"Y/N... I'm going to need you to stay calm and not freak out. All right?"

By his tone, Y/N deduced that she was about to figure out just what exactly it was that made him different from her. She could feel him hesitate, looking just as scared as she did the first time she arrived at the estate. Just as she was about to assure him that she was not afraid, she felt something crawl up her legs, it was somewhat slimy and had a couple of ridges along the underside of it. Glancing down, she nearly fell back onto the bed when she witnessed two long tentacles wrapping themselves around her thighs, tearing up part of the silk fabric of her nightgown. Before she could stumble back, another tentacle launched out to wrap around her waist, pulling her forward to help her regain her balance. She breathed heavily, looking visibly shocked as she realized they were coming out of none other than Seonghwa himself. He scanned her face, trying to read her reactions. Scared? Disgusted? Apprehensive? It was rather difficult to make out exactly what she thought about his tendrils holding her steady and tightening around her body. Wanting to test something, he produced two more tentacles, these slightly thinner than the previous ones. They moved closer towards Y/N, who of course, instinctively recoiled from the unusual limbs.

"Don't worry. If I were in your position, I'd be utterly revolted as well." Although he spoke out those words with a dry smile, they held a lot of pain within them and it made Y/N saddened to hear him. Wanting to make up for it, she outstretched her hand towards the nearest tendril, the very limb slightly pulling away when it felt her come near. No doubt Seonghwa was hesitant about having her touch him. Undeterred, Y/N reached out once more, this time the tentacle didn't recoil but subtly leaned into her touch. Ever so slowly, it began to wrap around her arm, looping itself around her wrist, and settling itself on top of her palm. Y/N couldn't resist herself as she softly squeezed at the tender limb, thumb curiously playing around with the tiny suction cups along the underside of it. She couldn't help but giggle when it slightly slithered itself to attach some of the cups onto her palm, applying light pressure that had a rather pleasant feeling. So amused by the bizarre member, she didn't realize that the other thin tentacle had moved until she felt it loop itself on her other arm, the same as the one on her right side. Seonghwa felt relieved when she didn't seem afraid anymore, instead, she now smiled up towards him, fingers gently caressing the smooth surface of his tentacles. Unbeknownst to her, he could feel every touch ministered on them, the tentacles being a part of him, an extension of him. And they were highly sensitive to any sort of contact made with them.

"Can we...can we continue?" There was a slight quiver in his voice that did not go unnoticed by the woman held hostage by his slimy tendrils. Understanding exactly what he was referring to, Y/N nodded, eagerly awaiting to see just how Seonghwa would impregnate her.

Feeling herself lifted off the floor, the tentacles gently laid her down on the bed, detaching themselves momentarily off her body as they began poking around at the semi-ruined fabric of her attire. Grasping at several ends, Y/N gasped astonishingly when they tore off the rest of her dress, discarding the remaining pieces on the floor. Laying there completely naked in front of Seonghwa, who did not hide anything in his stare as they raked her entire body. Feeling self-conscious, Y/N moved to cover herself but the tentacles were faster as they wrapped around her wrists and ankles, holding the first ones above her face while the other ones kept her legs apart, allowing Seonghwa to fully gawk at her wetness. The thought of burying himself deep in her and breeding her made him uncontrollably hard.

Y/N squirmed as several more tentacles sprouted out of Seonghwa's body, making her question just how many he could produce. Two medium-sized ones traveled up her sternum, oozing out some sort of secretion that trickled onto her breasts. The tentacles then latched themselves onto her perky mounds, twisting and pulling at her nipples until they hardened and poked out. They continued to toy around with her boobs, flicking against her sensitive nubs now and then before going back to clamp down and attach their suction cups to her tender skin. Y/N shuddered as she felt them slightly vibrate, adding to the daze-inducing state she was drifting off to.

Just as she was distracted in enjoying the pleasure the two tentacles were giving her, she let out a shriek when she felt another slimy organ come up and flit at her clit. The tentacles around her ankles kept her from closing her thighs, leaving her with no choice but to succumb to the movements made in her delicate button. It felt so surreal, so extraordinary, and she writhed around on the bed as much as she was able to when the tiny end of the tentacle sped up and rubbed faster against her swelling clit, the delicious friction making her mouth water. She wondered if this was the bliss some of the girls back home talked about, the ones who had gone out of their way to break the solemn vow they swore about remaining intact and pure, forcing them out of the Institute as they were no longer considered valuable vessels for future buyers.

"If this is what they enjoyed then, I would have gladly broken my vow too." Y/N mused to herself. But then she remembered had she broken her vow she would have never been able to meet Seonghwa, and she'd grown attached to him in that short period of meeting him.

"No... It's better this way. Having saved my body just for him so he can use it as he pleases. Have me carry his children. Oh, God." She felt herself clench around nothing as she thought about being stuffed by him, carrying his babies. Months before, the idea of carrying the offspring of some humanoid stranger horrified her. Now, it thrilled her and she looked forward to it.

"I'm going to slide a few more inside of you now, ok? It might feel uncomfortable, but I promise I'll make sure you don't feel any pain." Y/N vigorously nodded, the tentacles around her ankles spreading her legs further and bringing them up so her knees were bent.

Two thinner tentacles, even thinner than the ones around her wrists came out and began probing around her hole, stretching it ever so slightly before sliding inside her. Y/N felt them scraping against her tender walls, leaving her flabbergasted at feeling them creep deeper and deeper against her right muscles, stopping once they reached her cervix. Ever so carefully, they position themselves at her opening, prying her cervix open. A dull sting shot up her body, not exactly painful, but it wasn't exactly pleasant to feel. Noticing this, Seonghwa made the tentacles release their hold on her tight rim.

"Perhaps I might need to make use of this after all."

Y/N didn't know exactly what 'this' was, all she felt was the two tentacles lightly thrust inside of her, tips flicking up to tease at her sweet spot. And then she felt it, the tentacles oozed some sort of secretion to coat her inner walls, even moving to spread some of the liquid against the entrance of her womb. The tentacle working on her clit had to momentarily stop when Y/N began spasming, small gasps and moans spilling out her lips, not realizing that she had just had a subtle orgasm, but Seonghwa knew. He felt when her juices covered her walls, causing them to become more slick and wet, an effect produced by the natural pheromones his tentacles had just sprayed inside her, helping her to relax and not feel any more discomfort. Although it would also make her highly sensitive, meaning she would become a sticky and panting mess by the end of it, every stroke or brush inside her body would be heightened considerably. And Seonghwa was rather curious to see how that would play out.

Finally, a rather large and thick tentacle sprung out, heading directly towards her opening. It contracted itself as it skimmed past her entrance, flowing smoothly thanks to the previous tentacles that had worked Y/N's core open and the pheromones he had induced into her. At first, nothing seemed to happen, then Y/N's mouth flew open as she felt the tentacle start expanding, bottoming out inside of her, forcing her stretched-out muscles to widen even more. Unable to resist the urge, she looked down, nearly wheezing as she looked at the tightly nestled tentacle inside of her, pulsing inside her slick covered borders. Just those small pulsing vibrations had her throwing her head back as more liquids seeped out of her. Feeling her arousal coating its skin, it seemed to rile up the large tentacle as it began pushing itself further until it reached the entrance of her cervix.

"Usually humanoids of my kind would place as many eggs can fit inside their surrogate's womb... But I don't wish to overwhelm you with that, especially since it's your first time." With a smug grin, Seonghwa stooped forward and placed a hand on top of her abdomen.

"So let's just try it with two."

The large tentacle began contracting once more, wriggling around as if trying to get something out. Y/N soon felt what it was as a smooth, round, and semi-hard object began pushing itself inside of her. The two smaller tentacles, which were still lodged on the sides of her walls, went back to pry her cervix open, allowing the egg easier access as it traveled through her tunnel and nestling itself inside her womb. Seonghwa watched proudly as her belly swelled up as soon as the egg lodged itself in her, fingers brushing against the oval outline bulging out of her skin.

"So pretty, so beautiful." He praised her, teeth tugging down at his bottom lip as a hidden tentacle had come out to rid him of his last article of clothing, stroking his hardened cock generously, the suction cups paying close attention to his leaking head.

"How are you feeling so far love?" Seonghwa wanted to make sure she was fine before proceeding.

Y/N fluttered her eyes open, soft pants spewing out her mouth.

"Please...more." That was all she could manage to mumble out.

Satisfied by her answer, the massive limb started wriggling once more, popping out another egg that scraped deliciously against the roof of her cave, journeying past her barriers and plopping next to the previous egg, joining it inside her womb. With slight embarrassment, Y/N cried out as another wave of pleasure poured out of her, hands wanting to cover her reddened face at the thought of so easily cumming by the mere thought of Seonghwa's eggs inside her while his tentacle continued throbbing inside her.

"Don't feel ashamed my love. I just so happen to enjoy watching your face contort with pleasure." His admittance only made her more sheepish and flustered.

"We're almost done, love. I just need to fertilize my eggs."

Y/N groaned loudly when the tentacle began moving, thrusting itself in and out, her previous juices seeping out every time it pulled out her body, creating a wet stain on the sheets underneath. Maybe it was her imagination, but Y/N swore she could feel the eggs move inside her, bouncing each time the tentacle pushed back inside her. The tendrils around her ankles and wrists tightened themselves, holding her steady as the tentacle started to plunge itself faster and deeper into her, twitching every so often, a sign it was getting ready to squirt into her womb.

Seonghwa was also enjoying the spectacle, watching closely as he was about to impregnate his darling surrogate, the tentacle wrapped around the shaft matching the movement the larger one was doing. He felt blessed to be able to feel both sensations at once, one being his cock stimulated while his tentacle had to endure Y/N's tightness clench unbearably around his slimy member. It was ecstasy for both of them, their grunts and moans echoing inside Seonghwa's room. Wanting her to experience the maximum pleasure he could offer, the tentacles laid out across her chest went back to their previous task of playing with her nipples, suckling on her tender flesh whilst the one between her legs toyed with her swollen clit. It was all so much for her that Y/N couldn't help it as her third orgasm of the night overtook her, this one more intense and prolonged by the endless amount of attention her body was receiving.

"Seonghwa!" She cried out, tears of over-stimulation brimming at the corners of her eyes.

Hearing her call out to him, Seonghwa himself hissed as the tentacle worked him over the edge, spurts of cum trickling down onto it as well as splattering onto the floor. The tentacle that was now coated with his cum moved towards Y/N's face, lightly tapping on her cheek. Turning to face it, she inhaled sharply and didn't hesitate to allow it to slide past her lips and wiggle inside her mouth. She moaned around the appendage, sucking on it, the sensations flowing back to Seonghwa's cock.

"Oh fuck." He exclaimed, the tentacle pushing itself on the back of her throat while the one between her legs rapidly moved to finish its final task.

Y/N's wailing was partially muffled by the tentacle stuffing her mouth, her body and mind spiraling out of control as she felt thick ropes of warm cum being gushed out of the tentacle and shooting straight into her womb. She could even feel her stomach swelling up even more by just the liquids being poured into her. It was enough to have her crying out once more, a state of euphoria clouding her mind as her 4th high shocked her senses, numbing everything except the feeling of the tentacles around and in her. Seonghwa himself didn't need further stimulation, cumming untouched for the second time when he finally finished breeding her, mouth drawing out long and labored breaths as he started to come down from his high.

Slowly, one by one the tentacles started pulling away from Y/N's body, disappearing back into Seonghwa's body. Both of them groaned deeply when the last tentacle pulled out of her agape hole, some of the leftover cum dribbling out onto the bed. Y/N felt so sore and so full, her hands reaching down to caress her now swollen stomach, surprised at how big it looked. She felt ready to pop at any moment. With utmost care, Seonghwa moved her further into the bed, helping her rest her head against one of the pillows and covering her up with the warm blanket. It wasn't long until she felt his body press up against hers, pulling her as close as was possible as one hand protectively wrapped around her belly.

"Thank you..."

She was so weary after that intense session that she could only mumble a barely audible 'huh?' at his words. Chuckling, Seonghwa pressed a kiss against her cheek.

"Thank you for carrying my babies. You have no idea how happy I am at this moment."

She could only manage to give out a faint smile at his words, fastly falling asleep when she felt him hum a soft tune against her ear.

"I'm so glad I chose you."

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Different Worlds - Jake Kiszka / Reader

Chapter 7 : Point of View

{Jake} My hands held the wheel tightly, as I was trying my best to focus on the road. How the hell am I supposed to focus when she's next to me? Or act as if nothing happened. I push away the thought of her lips wrap- no. Jake. Focus. If I crash this car, it'll never happen again and I can't have that. I made the decision to get coffee with her. She listened to me all night long without complaint- I would've told myself to shut the hell up, but the way she looks at me makes me feel like I can tell her everything. I've never had that sort of connection with someone. She's special, rare. 

I pull up to the upcoming light, it's red. I take the few seconds I have of freedom to look over at her, she's asleep. I feel my heart tighten at the cutest sight I think I've ever seen. She's curled up on the seat, her head against the side of the carseat. I just want to hold her. A smile makes it's way to my lips as I feel my stomach flutter, and my skin tingle. As I reach over to tuck the strand of hair that's covering her face, the car behind me honks to alert me of the green light in front of me. I curse at myself and step on the gas. _ _ _

"[y/n], we're here." I say, softly, not wanting to startle her. I press my hand on her shoulder and shake her slightly. I chose to take her to my favourite coffee place. It was family-owned and about half an hour out of the city. I always come here when I want some peace and quiet, do some lyric writing or when I need a break from my brothers. The restaurant looked vintage, due to being a family owned little place, it's been passed down for years. It resembled a little cabin and I loved it. [y/n] opens her eyes slowly and makes a little 'mh' noise as she wakes up. I smile at her as she rubs her eyes. 

"I fell asleep again, didn't I?" She smiles. My heart flutters again, which makes me realize that she puts that effect on me very often. 

"You did. It's okay. Are you thirsty? I thought maybe coffee would help." I reply, turning off the car and unbuckle my seatbelt, turning my body towards her. She nods at the thought of coffee. She also unbuckles her seatbelt and opens the car door. I copy her and we walk in together. We sit down at a booth in the back, the sunrise letting some light in. She grabs her coffee with her two hands to warm them up and looks up at me. 

"What did you get?" I smile at her and she takes a sip. 

"A chai latte" She responds, placing her cup up to my face so I can smell it. "You wanna taste?" She asks, her eyes awaiting a response out of me. My heart flutters. I take the coffee cup and take a sip. It was overly sweet, way too sweet for me, but I smile and tell her it's good anyway. 

"[y/n], tell me something about you, you've listened to me all night." I ask, she takes another sip and looks down at the table, tracing her fingers against one of the scratches on the old wood. 

"Well, what do you want to know?" She asks, moving her cup around in a circular motion to stir her coffee. 

"Something, anything, a fun fact?" I chuckle. I watch her as she thinks about an answer. [y/n]'s presence makes such a positive influence in the energy of a room, and I wish I could spend all my time with her. 

"Hmmm" She pauses. "Well, sometimes I like to sing" Her cheeks get all red and I die a little inside. My stomach fills with butterflies at the thought of what her voice sounds like.

"You do, huh? Will you sing for me?" I ask, placing my hands under my chin, giving her my best puppy-eyes. 

"Hey, I'll gladly suck your dick but singing is a whole different type of intimacy." She responds and I choke on my coffee. I burst out laughing at her comment, trying to keep quiet which just makes it harder. She giggles at my reaction and all I want to do is pin her against the wall and- No. Get a grip. We both finish our coffees and I drive her back to the studio, where she had parked her car. We agreed to meet back later tonight so I could show her the new song I wrote for her. I figured she could use the rest. 

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I enter my key into the lock and twist it, opening the door to be met with Josh and Sam at the dinner table, they’re eating pasta. 

“Jake! Where have you been?” Sam exclaims, giving me a small smile. Josh is wearing his usual relaxing attire, grey sweatpants and a loose white tee. He’s scarfing down his pasta, as if I didn’t walk into the room. 

“I’ve just been out, pasta for dinner again? Is it the recipe I like?” I ask Sam and he nods, taking another bite. Sam’s hair is in a bun, like it always is when he cooks, and he wore some black shorts and a grey hoodie. It was loose on him. I go to the stove and grab myself a bowl of pasta, then sit down with them at the table. 

“So, that new intern, she’s pretty hot” Josh starts. I feel my stomach tighten and my hunger diminish, even though I just placed a big spoonful of pasta in my mouth. Heat makes its way to my cheeks as I wait for him to add to his point, but all he does is take another big bite, adding a long pause to his sentence. 

“I was thinking of shooting my shot, I feel like she’s easy” He speaks while chewing, finishing his bite. Fuck no. Fuck off. 

“What makes you say that?” I ask, clearing my throat trying to move the anger out of my sentence. I don’t want to appear suspicious, he knows me too well. 

“Do you see the way she looks at me? She obviously wants me.” He says, mixing his pasta with his spoon as he looks down at his food. 

“No she doesn’t. Just leave her alone, Josh.” I reply. Sam watches both of us, turning his head at each reply while chewing quietly. 

“Awh, does Jakey have a little crush?” He says in a baby voice. I want to push him at this moment but I hold back, gripping my spoon tighter. I’m no longer hungry- just full of anger. 

“No, shut up. Just leave her alone, Josh.“ I reply, getting up and turning away from him to put my pasta away- keeping it for tomorrow. "You know what, I'll shoot my shot and let you know how it goes." He responds. I feel the hair on the back of my neck rise and my fists clench. I want to scream at him, tell him to stay away, but I don't. He always gets what he wants- not this time. I won't let him.

"I'm asking her out after rehearsal later." Josh tells Sam. I turn my head back to him and Sam looks at me, then back at Josh.

"You always fucking do this! Remember the last intern?" I spit out at him. Josh scoffs and rolls his eyes. I place my leftovers in the fridge and head to my room, closing the door loudly. I'm so annoyed by him, sometimes I wonder how we're related. I want to hide her away from him, keep her safe, and I can't. I don't want to tell her what happened. The thought of her hating me causes a painful sharp feeling in my chest, and I suddenly remember her crying in the car because of me which brings out tears to my eyes. A knock to my door interrupts more tears from coming out. 

"Yeah?" I call out. 

"it's Sam, can I come in?" A weight feels lifted off my shoulders, the thought of arguing with Josh was not in my plans for tonight. I tell him to come in and I sit down on my bed. He opens the door softly and offers me a soft smile, as he comes closer and sits down on the bed with me. 

"Something happened." He pauses. I look up at him, biting the skin inside of my cheek. "What happened, Jake?" He asks, and he asks so softly that I can't help myself but tell him the truth about my feelings for her. He listens attentively, nodding his head slowly. His hair was out of the bun now, he must've finished eating. 

"I know that with the last intern, things were rough for you after a while." He says. I look down at my hands, fidgeting with my bracelets. "I know he hurt you, they both did." He adds. He places his hand on my shoulder, and squeezes it a bit. 

"You know I'm here for you." I smile at him, wiping the tear from my cheek. "Now, come on, we'll be late." He adds. We both get up and leave, taking my car. _ _ _

We press the button for the studio and the elevator takes us up. Josh was speaking with Sam and Daniel and I stood in the corner away from them, thinking of [y/n] and what she'll say to Josh when he 'shoots his shot'. I sigh at the thought, my heart beating quickly at the thought of seeing her again. We walk out and there she is, with Elizabeth. They're sat in the recording room with the sound booth worker. [y/n] always looked beautiful, but today she was even more beautiful. She had her hair down, bangs tucked away with the help of cute little white clips, a white shirt tucked into some light wash blue jeans, and a couple silver necklaces around her neck. I feel bad for looking but she's wearing a bra this time. They chatted quietly until Josh made his loud introduction. 

"There are my two favourite gals!" He exclaimed loudly and I couldn't help but to roll my eyes. Sometimes he was so obnoxious and I just needed time away from him. I ignore Josh and look straight at [y/n], who was looking at me. I mouth 'hey' to her and she smiles, redness filling her cheeks. She looks at the studio through the big window and then back at me, biting her bottom lip. Fuck, she drives me crazy. All I'm reminded of in that moment is tasting her on that couch, feeling her under me, her lips around my- 

"So! New song, Jake?" Elizabeth turns the conversation to me. I nod and bring my attention to her. She says something like 'lets hear it!' and the band enters the recording room. [y/n] and Liz are sat in the other room, watching us from the window. I pull out my notes and flip to 'Flower Power', then place my guitar strap over myself and look over at the band, they nod quickly and we begin to play the song. I look at [y/n] for her reaction, she's smiling at me and I smile back, looking down at my guitar. I play the soft acoustic of the intro, and Josh begins to sing. 

'She is a lady, comes from all around

She's many places, but she's homeward bound

And now she walks kinda funny I think she knows

Day by day by day

Our love grows' 

I'm playing just for her. She has her hands interlocked in front of her chest as she smiles big, occasionally wiping a tear or two out of her eyes. I hope she understands how I feel about her. Ever since she's made her way into my life, she's the reason I wake up in the morning. My fingers press against the strings and all I'm thinking about is wanting to touch her with those very same fingers. To hold her the way I'm holding this guitar. I keep my eyes on her until the song ends. She gives me a little heart with her fingers after the song ends. 

'Did you like it?' I mouth to her. She nods. We play a couple more songs, and we finish recording for the night. As we step out of the recording area, we meet with Elizabeth in her office as she requested. She was already waiting for us there but [y/n] had decided to stay until we finished. 

"Hey, [y/n]!" As I go to tap her shoulder, Josh walks in front of me. They were both walking in front of me.

"Did you like the songs?" He asks. I watch as she nods and compliments his voice. I feel heat make its way to my cheeks as I want to rip Josh away from her. He asks if she had a favourite and she tells him how she loved the first one and I smile to myself. As we make our way to the elevator, Sam grabs Josh's arm.

"Sorry Josh I think I forgot my keys, could you go get them for me please?" He asks, giving me a quick glance. Josh agrees, mumbling something like 'lazy-ass' and makes his way back to the Studio. 

"Go ahead, we'll meet you there!" Sam smiles at me, and waves at [y/n]. I thank him with a look and we enter the elevator, just the two of us. He stops Daniel from entering with his whole arm, and tells him they'll catch the next one.

The elevator doors close in front of us and I turn to [y/n]. She smiles up at me as she steps closer; wrapping her arms around my neck. I bite my bottom lip, unable to take my eyes off her. She leans in and kisses me, hard, and I wrap my arms around her back, lifting her up so her back is against the elevator wall. My hands make their way down to her ass to support her as we keep kissing. She has the softest lips I have ever felt and I'm addicted to them. I'm addicted to her. 

"The song" I say in between kisses.

"It was the most beautiful song I've ever heard" She finishes the sentence. I smile and the elevator doors open. We detach ourselves from each other, though clearly not wanting to, and exit the elevator. Before we make our way to Liz' office, I pull her aside. 

"[y/n], Josh is gonna ask you out after this" I pause. "I just wanted to let you know." I say barely over a whisper, and my heart hurts. She nods and thanks me for telling her. We walk into the office and sit down on Liz' couch. I do my best to contain my sadness, afraid she will go with him. Afraid he'll steal her away. I can't lose her.  _ _ _

Our meeting ends, she just wanted to clarify some information and answer our questions about the upcoming tour. Sam and Daniel stayed with her since they had more questions. Josh, [y/n], and I exit the door that leads to the parking lot. I watch Josh as he makes his way to her. He places his arm around her shoulder. 

"[y/n], come get a drink with me. I know you want to" He smiles at her, she smiles back. 

"Maybe some other time." she replies. 

"Oh come onnnn! I bet you have nothing planned tonight, its Friday! Let's do some drinking" He pushes. I walk up to my car, holding the handle; waiting to see what will happen. If he's going to steal her away.

"Sorry Joshua, I already have plans" She replies, taking his arm off her shoulders. He corners her against the wall of the building. 

"C'mon darling, just one drink" I watch as he leans down to kiss her. Before I can stop myself, I'm running towards them- quickly pushing him off. 

"She's fucking busy! Get the fuck off of her!" I yell at him, watching as he stumbles back. I already feel the guilt settling in, feeling bad for [y/n] who has to see me like this. 

"Fuck! Jake! She doesn't want you! Just give up!" He yells back. My throat feels dry and my heart shatters in two. I look back at her and she's watching us in shock. 

"{y/n], lets rain check. Sorry you had to see how aggressive Jake can be." He scoffs, and walks towards his jeep. All I can do is stand there, covered in guilt with the sharp pains of sadness, embarrassment, and loss consuming my body. I watch Josh pull out of the parking lot and leave. [y/n] steps closer to me and wraps her arms around me, hugging me from the back. I place my hands on hers and let her hold me. 

"Take me somewhere, anywhere Jakey. I'm with you. Only you" She whispers against my back. A tear rolls down the side of my face as I squeeze her hands. 

"Okay" I respond, turning to her and giving her a soft kiss. She's mine.

[Notes:

ahhhhhh, brothers.  thoughts on this little twist?  see ya next chapter]

[sleeping-on-cracking-ice]

Hi! I'm a new follower and I just binged all of your stories today! And sooooo in love!

I just want to request a story, where chishiya is madly possesive of his S/O, where he gets jealous of anyone who would touch her.

S/O is a female.

Thank youuu so much!

Of course! Thanks so much for following and reading my fics! ❤❤

Possessive | Shuntaro Chishiya

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Summary: You begin to notice Chishiya’s possessive behaviour around you when you start becoming more serious about your relationship

Type: short scenario

Word Count: 1.7k

*reader is female

Author’s Note: this is more like just a few scenarios of Chishiya being possessive. It isn’t that well written since I had to rush it a bit. I felt like I had to post something today cause I haven’t in a while, so I was a bit busy 😣

You never viewed Chishiya as the possessive type, especially when it came to relationships. The sly, manipulative character seemed to convey the vibe that he wouldn’t care less about who his significant other talked to or hung out with. But of course, during the first few weeks of dating him, you began to notice that your assumption was completely inaccurate.

It started with small gestures, like pulling you closer to him subtly when you were hanging around the pool area, or keeping a strong grip on your hand when walking down the hallways of the hotel together. You always thought it was him just being a good boyfriend, but over time you began to think otherwise.

Chishiya became more clingy towards you, both in public and private. Sometimes he would not allow you to leave his side at all, which always ended in a complaint from you. Even when you rolled your eyes and tried to walk away from him anyway, he would just grab you by your waist and pull you back to him, giving you a quick glare to warn you.

In private, like when you were in your shared room together, he always hid your shirts from you so you would be forced to wear one of his white t-shirts. He would become all happy and giddy when you saw you in his clothes, wrapping his arms around you like a little koala and not letting go for hours. There would be some nights when you would have to pry his arms off from your torso, as he simply refused to let you go.

************

One night, you both were sitting in a booth together outside around the pool area. Most of The Beach’s residents had made their way to bed, so it was just you and Chishiya having a few drinks together with the occasional small group of people walking nearby.

Chishiya had his lips against yours, moving slowly and intimately as he held the side of your face with one hand and rubbed the bare skin of your waist with the other. You were having a heated make out session, just enjoying being in each other’s presence without being disturbed by anyone.

“Chishiya,” you breathed out as you broke the kiss, making Chishiya pout unhappily. “Let’s head inside, it’s getting cold out here.”

Chishiya smiled and shook his head at your suggestion. “Can we just spend a few more minutes here? There’s too many people inside and just want some alone time with you,” he asked, tucking his head into the crook of your neck and lightly nipping at the sensitive skin. You winced as he kissed and bit along your neck and collarbones.

“I want to see Arisu. He said he wasn’t feeling too well today and I want to check up on him,” you said, pulling Chishiya away from your neck by his shoulders. Chishiya held a frown on his face.

“Why do you want to see Arisu? I’m right here, you don’t need him,” he groaned in an annoyed tone while tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You pulled a sarcastic face and rolled your eyes.

“Yes I know, but I’m just worried about him, that’s all,” you insisted, pushing your hand underneath Chishiya’s chin and pressing your thumb against his lips lightly.

Chishiya gazed lovingly into your eyes as you traced your thumb across his cheek, closing his eyes in content as the feeling of your hand on his skin. “You’re so pretty,” you praised, giving him a short peck on his nose, making him chuckle slightly.

*************

A more prominent incident that conveyed his possessive personality was when you were in an executive meeting together.

You were a higher ranking member of the militants, so you were able to be present at meetings with Hatter.

Both you and Chishiya stood at the end of the large room together, leaning against the wooden wall and listening to the debate that everyone was holding. Hatter was trying to decide which executives to send to the next game, as he was expecting the game to represent a card that they had not yet able to achieve, and he wished to make sure that they were guaranteed to bring it back.

“Niragi and Aguni could go,” Mira suggested, gesturing towards the two taller men that sat at the table next to one another. “They have a 100% winning streak, so I think they’d be the best choice for a diamonds game such as this one.”

Your eyes broke from the rest of the room when you felt Chishiya’s hand run along yours, reaching for your hand and lacing your fingers together. You looked at his face, not even earning a side glance from him. It was unusual for him to act romantic towards you in front of the executives, especially during a meeting.

“Why doesn’t Y/N join then?” you suddenly heard your name. You looked back over to the table and saw Niragi eyeing you, making you tense immediately. “She can come with us, since she too has cleared a lot of diamond games.”

As everyone turned towards you and Chishiya, you felt Chishiya’s grip on your hand tighten.

Before you could even speak, Chishiya spoke for you.

“No,” he bluntly stated.

“No?” Niragi questioned, standing up from his seat and making his way over towards you and Chishiya’s position. “Why do you say no Chishiya?” Niragi asked, pressing the barrel of his rifle towards him.

“I’m not letting her go with you, not if I’m not there.”

You didn’t know what to say, so you just continued to glance between the two bickering men.

“She’s her own person, she can speak for herself,” Niragi growled into Chishiya’s face, turning towards you. Your heart stopped as he stepped towards your smaller frame. “So, what do you think sweetheart? We could really use your help.”

The way he ran his tongue along his bottom lip creepily at the end of his sentence made you uneasy. Before you could even answer, Chishiya had pulled you by your arm roughly behind him, putting himself between you and Niragi and shoving on his chest to get him away.

“Fuck off you perv,” he cursed at him, “she’s staying here. I don’t care how much you need her. I wouldn’t even let her in the same room as you or Aguni without me there.”

Niragi scoffed and gave you both an angered look before turning away. “Fine. Keep that personality up around her Chishiya, she just might get sick of you treating her like a possession you have control over.”

***********

Another incident occurred when you were both at the neon coloured bar outside in the party area.

Chishiya had to leave for a few minutes to look for Kuina, so you decided to wait at the bar for him to return, despite his protesting.

You were nodding your head to the music and sipping your drink, enjoying your time by yourself and having a nice conversation with the young lady who was the bartender. You suddenly were pulled from your thoughts when a cold hand was placed on your lower back, making you jump and spin your head around with an annoyed expression.

“Hey gorgeous,” he slurred his words, obviously drunk. “You’re looking awfully lonely. You want to come dance with me,” he pressed, running a hand through your hair softly. You swatted his hand away from your face and shuffled over in your seat to distance yourself from him.

“No thanks,” you declined politely. “I’m actually with someone, so I’m waiting for them right now,” you tried to reassure him.

He frowned and looked around the bar for someone who you might have been with. “I don’t see anyone. I’m sure your partner won’t mind if you have a little dance with me~”

His flirtatious tone made you cringe. He seemed awfully insistent. You declined once again and stood up from your seat to walk away, but you didn’t get the chance to when he grabbed you by your waist and pulled your back against his chest. “Stop being so hard to get. I just want to get to know you a little better.”

You tried to pull yourself from his touch as he ran his hands along the skin of your stomach a bit too intimately for it to be comfortable.

To your surprise, you heard a loud impact noise and the man’s grip left your body. You turned around to see what had happened to notice none other than Chishiya standing above the man on the ground, taser in hand.

“Piss off you horny dog,” he spat towards him, tucking his weapon back into his hoodie pocket. You noticed the people surrounding you watching the scene, making you feel uneasy, but Chishiya grabbed you by your hand and dragged you away from the crowd, heading towards the hotel.

After walking for a while, Chishiya turned around and looked at you, concern painted across his face.

“Oh my god, are you okay baby?” he asked, frantically checking your body for any signs of injury. “Did he touch you anywhere? I’m so sorry I left. I shouldn’t have left you alone like that, especially around all those intoxicated people.”

He was rambling as he rubbed your skin, trying to comfort you. “Chishiya,” you said, interrupting him. “I’m fine, it’s not your fault.”

You pulled him into a passionate kiss, running your hands through his hair, trying to calm him. Chishiya wrapped his arms around your shoulders to pull you closer, making you feel his warmth against you.

You snaked your hands underneath his hoodie and wrapped them around his back, scratching lightly through the material of his shirt. Chishiya sighed and pulled away from your lips, looking into your eyes.

“You’re all mine,” he whispered, rubbing his nose against yours playfully. You smiled at his statement. “You’re mine, don’t forget that.”

You nodded as he leant downwards to bite underneath your jaw. “Maybe I’m not making that clear enough,” he slyly said, making you chuckle nervously at his words. You gasped as he latched onto the skin of your neck, sucking on a single spot harshly. H.

“Chishiya, don’t!” you whispered-yelled. “You’ll leave a mark!”

Chishiya pulled away from your skin and admired the purple bruise that had formed on your neck, making him smirk. “That’s the point baby,” he said in a teasing tone. He leant back down and licked over the spot lightly to sooth the bruise.

You smiled and playfully hit his shoulder. “Idiot,” you groaned and rolled your eyes.

[jadequeen88]

Incel Tomura

I couldn’t think of a good title for this, so... I just went with something real blunt. Anyway, this was inspired by a friend and how she actually met her IRL boyfriend.

PAIRING: Incel!Shigaraki x egirl!reader

TW: face sitting, degradation, mommy kink, reader basically bullying Tomura (he deserves it)

3.2k~

AS ALWAYS MY FICS ARE STRICTLY 18+

“TCH!”

Tomura scoffed at the screen of his laptop. The Discord server he helped admin had gone to shit since he let that idiot Dabi loosen the requirements to join. It was one thing when Toga joined. He knew she was a decent gamer. But you? With those stereotypical cat-ear headsets, perfectly done make-up and short skirts? Please… He saw right through you. Just another fake ~uwu~ e-girl trying to pretend they knew what they were talking about.

It didn’t end with you being annoyingly informed in the gaming chat, either. You were always in the anime and manga chats, too… Suggesting different ones that there’s no way you actually enjoyed.

But the WORST part of you being in the server? Spamming the picture chat with selfies and outfit pics. No, it wasn’t against the guidelines and yes, you got lots of compliments (of course, you were clearly hot), but it made Tomura livid. Where there used to be pics of half-built PCs and screenshots of character upgrades, now there were endless pictures meant to tease and bait the guys in the server.

Today’s picture is what sent him completely over the edge. Your hair was put up in two messy space buns, signature pink cat-eared headset perched on your head. Your black, mesh top was straining against your tight, hot pink bra, barely hiding your cleavage and your slender neck was adorned with a chunky, black collar with a large, silver ring hanging from the front. The icing on the cake, though… the thing that broke him, was the face you were making. Eyes crossed, little pink tongue lolling past your perfect hot-pink lips, it was an obvious ahegao face. The caption read:

“New collar! Thank you for da gift @XxXknifey_wifeyXxX”

Followed by a bunch of annoying ass emojis.

Tomura shifted in his gaming chair, his growing bulge making his sweats tight. He gritted his teeth and opened his DMs…

******

You snickered as you opened your text chat with Dabi. Poor Tomura… He had no clue his friend was an old high school buddy of yours and sent screenshots every single time he bitched about your presence on the server. At first, it was just a couple of snide comments, but you quickly decided to turn it into a game. You’d add more emojis than you normally would, flirt shamelessly with Toga in the chat, and be very vocal with your opinions. Then it progressed with more and more selfies, pics showing off your new skirts, and pics of your pink, girly gaming setup. Today you pushed it with the ahegao face, you’ll admit. It was pretty out of character for you, but you couldn’t wait to hear about Tomura’s reaction from Dabi.

It was everything you hoped it would be:

Decay_666_

So can we give those bitches their own chat or what? Seriously, I’m sick of seeing their shit everywhere. Did you see her ahegao face selfie? This server was supposed to be for ACTUAL gamers, not fake e-girl sluts spamming the chat with their bullshit…

Cremation_Daddy

Lol, damn dude, calm down… we can make a separate chat. You’re the only one on the server complaining. Y/N really fucking you up that bad?

Decay_666_

Oh, fuck off… she’s just being an attention whore and it’s getting on my nerves.

Cremation_Daddy

Yeah, whatever you say. Prolly jerkin it to that selfie right now

You didn’t know why, but you kinda had a crush on the skinny loser. Knowing how worked up he’d get over the smallest things you did thrilled you. You wanted to know just how badly you affected him and today was the day you’d find out.

*****

Tomura heard a ping from his monitor alerting him to a new DM. expecting it to be Dabi giving him more shit, he scowled and clicked over to his Discord tab. When he saw that it was you DMing him, it was like someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head. He could barely type he was so nervous.

Y/N

Hey :)

Decay_666_

Hi

Y/N

How did you like my new collar?

Tomura panicked. Had Dabi said something? There’s no way he’d do that. How did he even respond to that? He decided to feign ignorance.

Decay_666_

What collar?

Y/N

*image*

He audibly gasped. You sent him the selfie you’d posted in the chat earlier. Somehow, it was even hotter than the first time he’d seen it. Probably because you had sent it to him. You wanted to make sure he saw it. The thought alone made him painfully hard. He typed out a shaky response:

Decay_666_

Yeah… you look really pretty :)

He grimaced. He couldn’t think of anything clever when he was put on the spot like that. Plus, how long had it been since he’d spoken to a girl one on one? Much less a hot one? Never. That’s when.

Y/N

Aww, you’re so sweet :) wanna see it in person?

Now Tomura was wondering if he’d died and gone to heaven. Did she want to meet up? Wearing that fucking collar? There’s no way… He stared at the screen for a good ten minutes before another ping brought him back to reality.

Y/N

I’m free now if you are. Plus, there’s a new episode of *insert favorite anime* out and I didn’t wanna watch it alone.

Decay_666_

Yeah. Sure.

His response was almost uninterested but inside he was panicking. When was the last time he showered? How much time did he have to get ready? Did he even have any clean clothes? He leaped from his chair and ran to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Another ping rang out and he raced to check his DMs to see that you’d sent your address. To his surprise, you only lived a short walk from him. Another jolt of excitement shot through his spine as he quickly responded.

Decay_666_

Be over in 30 :)

He turned on the shower then started picking through his pile of clothes finding the ones that smelled the least offensive. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this nervous and excited at the same time.

*****

 Tomura shifted from one foot to the other, nervously scratching at the side of his neck. He caught himself before the skin there broke and he ended up having to deal with a bloody neck on top of already being a nervous wreck. He’d only been standing outside your apartment for a minute or two, but it felt like an eternity. He kept checking his phone to distract himself. Just as he was starting to question if this had been a good idea, the door flung open.

His eyes widened and his mouth turned into a thin line. You answered the door in a fucking towel. He began opening and closing his mouth like a fish that had been plucked from the water. You giggled innocently like it was perfectly normal to answer the door nearly naked.

“You’re here a little earlier than I expected! I just got out of the shower. Come on in,” you moved to the side to give him room to walk through the door into your small apartment. You were sure to not move completely out of the way so he’d have to almost brush against your chest. You could feel him stiffen and hold his breath as he passed by.

This was going to be so much fun…

*****

Tomura’s dick had been painfully hard the moment he’d seen you in that towel. Luckily, when you’d gone into your bedroom to get dressed, he was able to position it in his waistband so he wouldn’t be pitching a tent in front of you. The thought of you noticing him popping a boner just by looking at you in a towel was mortifying. 

However, what you decided to change into didn’t help his situation. Your baby pink terry cloth shorts would have shown the curve of your ass had it not been for the little row of ruffles around the bottom. Your tank top, the same baby pink color as your shorts, was pulled tight across your chest (holy shit, were you not wearing a bra?!). A fleeting glance at your chest proved to Tomura that you definitely were not wearing a bra.

“You can come on back,” you beckoned from the doorway of your bedroom, “I thought we’d be more comfortable in here…”

He gulped and rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans before nodding and rising to walk towards you. Your room was foreign to him. Decorated with all shades of pink and purple, soft, plush bedding, and a soft pink glow emanated from the LED strip lights that lined the walls. Tomura stood awkwardly, looking around for a chair to sit in when you flopped onto your bed and began pulling up the streaming app on your tv. 

You looked up at him sweetly and patted the spot on the plush comforter next to you. “Come sit, Tomu! You don’t have to stand way over there. I don’t stink, ya know,” the wink you gave him made his knees buckle.

“Umm,” he chuckled nervously, “No, of course not. You, uhh… you smell…”

No, you were way too close. This was bad. There’s no way he would be able to string together a coherent thought, much less hold an actual conversation with you. You pout and lean in even closer to him.

“Tomuuuuu!” fuck, he hated that he loved that stupid nickname, “You think I smell?!”

“What?! N-no, not at all. I was trying to say that-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you tilted your head to the side offering up your neck for him to smell and he swears his eyes crossed as he tried to absorb what was happening.

“I even wore my new perfume! Go on, smell. Tell me what you think,” you smirk looking out of the corner of your eye.

Fuck.

You were teasing him, he knew you were, but his dick was so hard that he was completely at your mercy. He leaned in to take a tentative sniff and his eyes wandered lower. His breath hitched when he noticed the outline of your hardened nipples peeking through the thin material of your tank top. Before he knew what was happening, you turned your face forward and put your mouth next to his ear.

“Are you looking down my shirt, you pervert?” you purred. Tomura made some sort of incoherent noise and pulled away.

You laughed and pushed his shoulder playfully, “Geeze, I’m just kidding! You’re wound so tight.” you pause making a thoughtful face.

“Oh, I know how to help! Come on, over here,” you pulled him between your spread thighs and proceeded to rub his shoulders, working out all of the knots in his lean back.

After a few seconds, Tomura began to relax into your touch, slumping slightly and letting out a tiny sigh. He was deathly still the entire time you massaged him. He was terrified if he moved too much that his raging boner would free itself from his waistband. When your hands left his shoulders, he started to move away just to be pulled back into your lap. His head landed in your cleavage as your hands trailed down his chest. 

“Hmm, so tense, Tomu,” you whispered into the crown of his hair, “Is my massage not working?”

He wanted to yell that of course he was tensed up. That his dick is the hardest it’s ever been in his life and if he doesn’t hold as still as possible, he’s scared he might start humping the air like a pathetic dog. Before he can answer, your hand trails down to the waistband of his jeans, and he freezes. The tips of your fingers brush across his leaking tip and Tomura lets out a low, needy moan before he can stop himself.

“Just what I thought,” you purred as you began to trail your fingers up and down the hard bulge in his jeans, “Pathetic. Look at you, so fucking hard for me. And all I did was rub your shoulders.” He wanted to defend himself, but all he could do was whine as his eyes rolled in the back of his head while you continued touching him through his jeans.

“And to think, I never thought you’d want anything to do with some fake bimbo like me. Because I only game and watch anime for attention, right?” you squeeze his cock through his jeans, causing him to yelp. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself, incel? Wanna tell me why your dick is this hard for me if I’m so annoying to you?”

The realization that Dabi had told you everything flitted through the back of his mind, but he didn’t have room in his brain right then to be mad at him. He had to do whatever he needed to do to keep you touching him.

“I, ahh... I’m s-sorry,” he stuttered pathetically. The front of his jeans was wet from your teasing and the denim was rubbing him raw through his thin boxers, “D-didn’t, fuck, didn’t mean it like… ahh, l-like th-that.”

You loved how easily you could wreck him. You pet his hair back from his sweaty brow as you cooed at him lovingly.

“You know,” you removed your hand from the front of his jeans and he whined from the lack of friction, “You really hurt my feelings, baby. I thought you were so cool and the whole time, behind my back, you said just mean things about me.”

He sat up and turned to face you. His pathetic, needy gaze shot straight to your core. The power you held made you drunk and you desperately wanted more.

“No, no no no…” he grabbed your hands and you realized how clammy they were, “I’m-I’m so sorry. Please! Please…”

“Hmm,” you studied him for a moment, “Well… There might be a way you could make me feel a little better.” you tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, “You were so mean to me.”

“Anything! Please! I-I’ll do anything for you!” desperation started creeping in, thinking you’d leave him hanging with no relief. Little did he know, you had no intention of letting him go any time soon. Your plush lips curled into a devious smile. A soft hand reached up cupping his jaw.

“What a good boy, Tomu,” a tremor passed through his body. You reached over to your nightstand and pulled out the collar you’d taken the selfie in. 

“You know,” the collar danced between your painted nails, “This also came with a leash. I was thinking,” your lust-filled eyes meet his, “If you wanted to be a good boy for me… You’d let me see how pretty it looks around your neck.”

Tomura hesitated, his eyes rapidly moving between your eyes and the collar you held. After a moment of consideration, he nodded. You giggled and clapped your hands together excitedly leaping off the bed. You returned with a short, chain-link leash.

“Now,” you leaned in and fastened the collar around his neck. Your bodies were centimeters apart and Tomura thought he might pass out, “When you’re wearing your collar, you don’t call me Y/N,” you nudge his ear with your nose and whisper, “You call me ‘Mommy.’ Do you understand?” you feel him nod against your face.

“That’s not how good boys answer their Mommy. When you answer me, you say, ‘Yes Mommy’ or ‘No Mommy.’ Is that clear?”

“Y-yes… Mommy.”

“Mmm, what a good boy,” you placed a soft kiss on his neck and he let out the most delicious whimper. You hooked a finger through the ring on the front of the collar, “You’re gonna go sit in Mommy’s gaming chair and let her use you as a toy. Okay?” 

Tomura’s head was spinning and he almost couldn’t answer until you jerked him by his collar, “Y-yes, Mommy. Please, please make me your toy.”

You stood and dragged him over to your chair and made him sit, “What a polite boy you are! Saying ‘please’ without being asked. If you keep that up, you just might get a reward,” his belt buckle rattled as you worked his jeans down his narrow hips. 

A ragged breath escaped his chapped lips as you removed your tiny shorts revealing a black, lace thong. You straddled his lap, your dripping slit hovering a centimeter over the angry, leaking head of his cock. His hands shook as you placed them on your hips and slowly moved your thong to the side. Descending an inch at a time, only teasing his tip, was causing him to come undone underneath you.

“You’re already so close and I’ve only put the tip in. You better be a good boy and not come until I tell you to or you’re going to be punished,” you pushed another couple of inches inside and he nearly wept.

“I-I’m trying, M-mommy! I wanna be a good boy!”

“Mmm, I know, baby. You’re doing so,” another inch, “So…” and another, “Well.” you were fully seated on his cock now. Tomura knew he wouldn’t last. Your velvet walls were sucking him down harder than anything ever had before. It made his fleshlight feel like it was made of sandpaper. You had ruined him for anything else. 

With a few rolls of your hips and some high, airy moans, he was about to bust. “Mommy! Mommy, please! I-I’m g-gonna…”

“Tomu,” your voice was authoritative now, “If you come in Mommy’s pussy, I’m going to make you clean it out with your tongue then I’m going to sit on your face until I come as many times as I want.” your hand wrapped around his throat and you started bouncing on his cock. Your filthy words and aggressive motions catapulted him into an orgasm.

“You bad, BAD boy,” a smack to his cheek broke off his moans, “You disobeyed me! Did you do that on purpose?” your hand around his neck flexes, “Are you just a dirty incel that wants Mommy to get mean with you? Answer, Tomu!”

“Yes, Mommy!”

“Tell Mommy what you are…”

“I-I’m a-a… dirty incel.”

“And what do you want?”

“W-want… want Mommy to b-be mean to me…”

You lift him by the collar and attach the leash. He’s thrown onto the bed and you waste no time hovering your dripping slit over his face.

“Now,” you jerk the leash, “Clean up your mess.”

Tomura knew he should be disgusted right now, but his dick was getting harder by the second. With each lick inside your sloppy hole, he shamelessly moaned against your skin. The vibrations were going straight to your clit, causing you to ride his face harder. This went on until you’d almost reached your peak.

“Oh, baby,” you’re making Mommy feel so, so good, “I-I’m gonna…”

Tomura grabbed your ass and moved you back and forth on his face as he sucked your clit into his mouth. Your orgasm hit hard and fast. You lifted your body giving him a moment to breathe before sitting back down, earning a startled mumble from him.

“Don’t think that’s all,” you laughed and humped his face, making his eyes roll into the back of his head, “Be a good boy and mommy might even let you come…”

Tomura only nodded as he began to eat you again like he was starved. Maybe all the stuff you posted in the Discord server wasn’t so annoying anymore...

[yandere--stuck]

13 yan prompt list with hank from madness combat?

I hope you like it! ^^

13. “sure, i’ll let you run away. but if i catch you… then it’s fair game for me to do what i want.”

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You held your breath as you crept across the old, wooden floorboard of the safehouse. Your heart rabbitted in your chest as you hoped and prayed with everything you had that no noise would be made.

Darkness surrounded you, but your eyes had adapted to it, seeing the outlines of furniture and the walls. Even if you couldn't, you had been trapped here long enough to have a mental map of the base.

You just wanted to stay somewhere safe, had pleaded with the man to let you stay just for a few days if it meant you'd be able to rest while out of the Auditor and his grunts' sights. You thought you were lucky when Hank let you in. You were grateful to him and his friends. 

You hadn't expected Hank to become so attached to you. You were flattered when he seemed to take a liking to you - quite a feat according to Sanford and Deimos. You were intimidated by the strong, silent man, at first, what with his tall stature and borderline unreadable attitude. But, soon, his presence grew comforting. It was obvious how he gravitated toward you, and you were charmed by how patient he was with you, especially when he taught Sign Language to better communicate with one another. You found that underneath Hank's stoic visage and killer instincts was a charming man with depths you hadn't expected. How deeply he could feel for those he cared for. He was more than ready to use his combat training for protection, not solely out of malice or for a job.

You were falling for a man who could kill anyone in almost an instant, and yet he was so gentle with you.

You were smitten, and so was he… But, it wasn't meant to be. Hank's work was dangerous, far more dangerous than even living on the run. He and his friends were actively targeted and hunted down by A. A. H. W., and you risked your life even staying with them. You appreciated their kindness immensely, and you would never forget Hank… Maybe, one day, if this all ended, you'd see each other again.

But, that wasn't enough for Hank. You? Leaving? No, no, he couldn't allow that. Hank had only just found you, someone he was something akin to a soulmate. You made him believe in them, after all. He hadn't ever met someone he was drawn to so immediately, until you. You were special. You made him so happy, so calm. The itch to fight that scratched beneath his skin had dulled and changed into the urge to protect. Protect you. He couldn't let you go. You'd die out there without him, surely. 

He refused. At first, you thought he was joking, only to grow increasingly concerned and irritated at him refusing to let you leave. Hank's patience with you quickly deteriorated, the strong man grabbing you as you attempted to go for the door, pressing you close against his chest as you squirmed in his hold. Hank wasn't used to holding someone in his arms that he didn't intend on killing, his grip a bit too tight and leaving bruises on your skin.

As he wrangled you back into the confines of his room, Sanford and Deimos ignored your cries for help. They knew what their friend was like. Neither of them wanted to get in between Hank and you, Lord knows what Hank would do to them in his rage.

Hank restrained you on the bed with his blankets and sheets, locking the door behind him. You found yourself trapped inside the same building you had once thought a safe haven.

You regained his trust. Hank slowly removed the restraints one by one. Then, you weren't allowed to leave his room, but could remain unbound. Then, allowed you to go about the building, but having to remain constantly supervised. Hank's allies continued to not help even in the slightest, even acting as though everything was normal. And in return, you did the same, even if just to gain your captor's trust.

And tonight, Hank let you sleep beside him with no restraints. It was now or never. 

You had gotten out of bed as slowly and quietly as possible, holding your breath and hoping that no floorboards creaked. You had made it halfway toward the exit, pale streaks of moonlight ran across the floorboards through the slit in the curtains-

A hand tight on your shoulder. Out of shock, you went to a scream, but a hand pressed over your mouth, muffling your cry. 

Hank.

You squirmed in his grip. You bit at his hand, only to chew fruitlessly on his leather gloves. Hank held you for a long time, waiting for you to tire yourself out and go slack in his grip - and, eventually, you did, heaving with strain and effort as you went limp.

Hank turned you to face him, removing his hand from your lips as his brows furrowed, looking almost hurt by your escape attempt. It was terrifying l, but at least he hadn't flown into a murderous rage. You could work with this.

"... Please, Hank," You pleaded once you found your voice. "You have to let me go, you can't keep me here against my will. Please. This isn't you. I know it hurts, but, this is for the best for both of us."

You searched his face, even harder to read in the dark, for something, anything that meant he understood you, that he was going to let you go.

Slowly, Hank let you go, letting you down to stand. Just as you were about to thank him hightail it out of there before he changed his mind, Hank raised his hands.

“Sure, I’ll let you run away," He signed, pausing to read your expression before continuing, "But if I catch you…  Then, it’s fair game for me to do what I want.”

What...?

You tried to change his mind, begging him to reconsider. But, he ignored you, simply holding up one finger, then another, then another.

1… 2… 3…

You raced out the door, heart pounding within your ribcage as you ran with all your might. You wanted to believe you could make it, that you could escape… But, you already had a feeling Hank wasn't far behind, already.

[yourdeepestfathoms]

tooth and nail

ask and you shall receive ;) @denpine14 @strawberrygem21

in which the Dimitrescu daughters exhibit cat-like traits

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“Dear Mother Miranda,

The girls have grown well, though there are some complications. Bela seems to have some form of anxiety and very low self-esteem, Cassandra has anger issues, and Daniela, I believe, has some type of hyperactivity disorder. Despite all of this, I love all of them dearly.

However…more strangely…they have…feline-like habits. I expected the hissing and growling, but the other things… Well, I’m not too sure how this has happened, as they were born from insects, but they weirdly act like little kittens in the most absurd ways. These mannerisms include, but are not limited to…”

“…headbutting…”

“Oof--” Alcina blinked in surprise and looked down as Bela headbutted her leg. “Yes, my darling?”

Bela giggled and headbutted her again. Alcina rubbed her head, which triggered a strange sound to fill the air.

“…and purring…”

Purring. Her daughter seemed to be purring.

Alcina’s heart swelled with love. She couldn’t help the smile that came to her lips.

Later that day, Cassandra and Daniela did the headbutting thing, too, both of them bonking her in the legs while giggling adorably. When she scratched along their scalps, they purred, just like their big sister had.

--- --- ---

“…staring when they want something…”

“Yes?” Alcina asked, raising an eyebrow at the trio of girls staring at her. If it weren’t for their different hair colors, it would have been difficult to discern them from each other with their matching black gowns and hoods. She made the mental note to give something to them to help make them out better.

Her daughters continued to stare.

“Is everything alright?”

Still nothing.

“Darlings?”

Cassandra reached out, swatted at her dress, and then they all took off running in different directions, their sock-clad feet making them run in place for a few seconds before they gained traction and streaked away in blurs of black.

--- --- ---

“…and also staring at nothing at all, as though they are seeing ghosts…”

Alcina blinked. Her daughters were staring intently at the wall, their eyes wide and shiny, like they had just witnessed the secrets of the universe. She tried to see what they were looking at but could spot nothing at all.

“What in the…?”

--- --- ---

“…pushing random things off of surfaces for seemingly no reason other than the fact that they like to…”

A loud clatter echoed down the hallway, and Alcina was quick to hurry to the source of the noise: the parlor, where Daniela was perched on one of the tables inside, staring down at a fallen candelabra. Luckily, none of the wax sticks were lit, as they would have sent the red-and-gold carpet over the floor up in flames. Daniela looked up at her, her eyes awestruck and shiny.

“Did you knock that over?” Alcina asked.

Daniela stared back. Then, slowly, reached out her hand and swatted over a cup.

--- --- ---

“…causing utter destruction…”

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Alcina snapped, shooing Cassandra away from the blinds. Her daughter leaped back, her claws ripping out of the fabric she had been sharpening her talons on. “No. Do not scratch things up, Cassandra.”

Cassandra inspected her claws. “Then what am I supposed to sharpen them on? Look at how blunt they are!” They showed them to Alcina.

They were sharp enough to gut a human in one swipe.

In amusement, Alcina said, “How about tree bark? It’s rough enough to hone them.”

Cassandra considered it, then nodded. “Alright!” She bounded away to go destroy one of the trees in the garden.

That same day, Alcina found Daniela chewing on a branch in her bedroom, creating a small pile of woodchips beneath her jaw. She seemed to be doing the same thing as her older sister: sharpening her natural weapons. Alcina left her be.

--- --- ---

“…sudden hyperactivity…”

The loud sound of footsteps suddenly burst throughout the hallways, rebounding like thunder. They would stop at random, then begin again, seemingly in a sporadic pattern. When Alcina finally stepped out of her bedroom to investigate, she barely caught a blur of black as one of her daughters, she couldn’t tell who, whizzed past her like lightning. She spun around, blinking.

“What--”

At the same moment, one of the others came from a different direction and skidded to a stop in front of her. She whirled to them and saw that it was Bela.

“What are you three doing?” Alcina asked.

“Playing,” Bela answered blithely. She stepped forward, headbutted Alcina lovingly, then zoomed off again, slipping on her socks as she went.

--- --- ---

“…getting startled at the most mundane things…”

The parlor had been peaceful at one moment; Alcina was drinking her tea, while Cassandra and Daniela played chess and Bela multitasked reading and watching the game. It was then that Bela’s thread bookmark fell out and she swiped at it to pick it up. However, when the string seemed to catch on her claws, she got frightened, leaping at least five feet up into the air. Seeing their older sister so unsettled, Cassandra and Daniela did the same, nearly jumping out of their skin and scattering the game of chess as they scampered away in terror. Alcina laughed loudly as her daughters huddled against her sides, shaking.

--- --- ---

“…bringing me dead animals as gifts…”

Alcina was cleaning up for bed when there was a knock that filled her bedroom. She walked to the door and opened it, only to see no one. When she turned around, she saw Daniela clinging to her window sill, a mass of fur caught between her teeth.

“Daniela!”

Alcina quickly opened the window, and Daniela hopped inside. She presented the thing in her mouth to her with great pride: a rat.

“For you, Mother.”

“Ah-- thank you, my dove.”

Daniela purred as her head was rubbed affectionately.

The next day, Cassandra padded up to her, her chest puffed in pride, a large snake pierced by her fangs.

“A gift, Mother.”

“Thank you, my sweet.”

And then, that evening, Bela came to her door with a bird in her mouth.

“Here, Mother.”

“Thank you, my darling.”

And then the bird jerked away when Bela set it down and flew off down the hall in terror. They both watched it go.

“It was too pretty to kill.”

Alcina chuckled. “I see.”

--- --- ---

“…laying on my things when I need them…”

Alcina stared tiredly at the stack of girls laying on the folded clothes on her bed. All that space on her giant mattress that was made specifically for her size and they chose that exact spot. On her clothes.

Well. They were much too cute to wake up.

--- --- ---

“…laying on me and keeping me from getting up…”

“Maiden,” Alcina whispered.

The maid passing by stopped and turned to her instantly.

“Get me a glass of blood. I can’t get up and I am thirsty.”

The maid eyed the form of her youngest daughter stretched out on her lap, asleep, and then nodded, whisking away.

She hadn’t moved for three hours.

--- --- ---

“…they have no concept of personal space…”

Alcina was awake that night, her girls piled on top of her to the point where they were practically smothering her, Daniela and Cassandra under arms and Bela on her chest. Every time she twitched, they would move closer, snuggling in deeper to her heat. She wouldn’t be sleeping very comfortably, but at least her daughters were warm.

--- --- ---

“…sitting in strange places…”

“Are you comfortable?” Alcina asked, laughing.

Bela looked up from where she was reading and wedged inside a basket that was meant for quilts. Despite her small, wiry frame, it technically wasn’t her size, but she managed to curl herself inside, piled by the blankets and indulging herself in a good book.

“Yes,” Bela said, smiling.

Alcina would also go on to find Cassandra napping haphazardly on the banister of the upper hallway balcony, which she picked her up from and placed her back into her bed in fear of her falling off, and Daniela hiding in one of the cupboards in the kitchen.

However, none of these things beat when she found all three of her daughters crammed in a box, murmuring and giggling to each other over something.

--- --- ---

“…did I mention the purring? Because the purring is absolutely endearing. I do believe it has healing properties…”

Alcina wasn’t quite sure what she had come down with that day, but she woke up feeling exhausted and achy all over. She didn’t even think to get up and alert her girls to her condition, choosing to rather wallow in her bed, so it wasn’t a surprise when her room was soon filled by three worried bug-spawn creatures.

“Mother?” Daniela’s small hands were set on her shoulders.

Alcina stirred.

“Mother?” That was Bela, now.

She rolled over and blinked tired eyes at the worried-looking faces of her daughters.

“Hello, my darlings,” she croaked.

“Mother,” Bela said again, her voice thick with concern. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, yes,” Alcina nodded, though her mind was wavering, shrouded in a heavy fog. “I am fine. Just a little unwell.”

“Can we help you?” Cassandra asked, her hands twitching.

“Don’t worry,” Alcina answered. “I’ll be fine.”

Her daughters exchanged looks. A moment later, they were climbing onto the bed, curling up around her.

“We’re helping,” Daniela said.

Alcina had no idea how cuddling was supposed to help her, but then she heard the soft churring that filled the air. The purring in itself did little to actually heal her sickness, but something about the soft sound and the presence of her precious daughters soothed her. Bela, with her head on her chest, filled her heart with a gentle rumbling. Daniela, curled up right next to her, chirred gingerly in her ear. Cassandra, stretched out over her stomach, resonated a soothing burr throughout her body.

She chuckled tiredly. “Thank you, my loves…”

--- --- ---

“…and, at least when they were newly reborn, absolutely hating when I go into a room without them…”

She was just taking a shower. That was all. And yet, she could hear her young, one-week-old daughters on the other side of the door, yowling and screaming and scratching their claws into the wood.

“I’m just bathing!” she snapped.

They wailed louder.

--- --- ---

“…to wrap the letter up, it is certainly a strange phenomenon to the experiment, but I am not complaining at all. They are much more entertaining and endearing this way. I wouldn’t have them any other way. I would like to thank you again, Mother Miranda, for letting me have such sweet daughters.

That will be all for now. I will follow up in another letter if anything new comes up.

-Alcina Dimitrescu”

[anlzblnk]

bucky barnes - dancing in the living room

Notes: First time writing after a really long time; English is not my first language; Let me know if you like my writing - by that requests are open. Don’t copy, translate or repost my work.

Warning:  smut; mentions of drinking; pet names (doll/baby); bucky's first time with the reader; oral sex (male receving); unprotected sex. 

I recommend listening to “Summer Walker - Girls Need Love (Girl's Edition)” to get in the mood. :)

I’m taking the last sip of wine while putting the plates in the sink when I feel his presence behind me. A kiss on the neck, left metal hand on my hip and his whiskey breath saying “May I have a dance?”. He grabs my hand smirking while taking me to the living room and I can hear the song going as he hugs me by the waist and I put my hands over his shoulders. 

We’re slow dancing in my dark living room with just the lights from the street shining on us. All I can feel right now is eyes looking at me and going down in my body every time he spins around my tiptoes. Bucky spins me one more time as the song is ending and our movements become slower. He holds my face gently and with his thumb slowly outlining my lips. “You look really good in this red dress, Doll.” I give him a shy smile and I’m pretty sure he enjoys that everytime he compliments me, I don’t know how to react. His lips taste like the whiskey from before and his hands are grabbing my waist putting us closer and closer. I break the kiss for air and he still has the same smirk from before. I can feel in my skin those blue eyes are hungry for something else. I push him to the sofa behind us and he sits spreading those thick thighs of his, not breaking eye contact not even once. I sit on his lap biting my lips imagining the pleasure and his right hand goes to the cleavage of my dress pushing it down just a little, just to tease me.

I look down to his hand almost on my breasts and go to his neck. Kissing, licking, sucking and thinking “We’re definitely having sex tonight.” I go again for his lips and I can feel the arousal building up my legs. He grabs my hair a little too hard to kiss my neck to my breasts, making me close my eyes and bite my lips again. When I return to his lips, I can see his shy hands on my thighs, wishing they were on my ass. So this is what I do. 

I take his hands out of my thighs and put them in my ass. While I’m kissing him, I can feel his fingers tracing the lace of my underwear and to my surprise he grabs my ass firmly and brings me even close. I break the kiss letting a moan out, he laughs at me, proud of himself for making moan first. 

We are back kissing and his hands are still on my ass making me grind on his jeans and all I can perceive is his length in my cunt.

“Bucky…” I said breathing heavily.

“Yeah, baby.” He doesn't bother and is still kissing my neck with his right hand on my hair and the metal one holding my waist firmily.

“Are you sure of it?” Even though I was having the moment, I was a little worried about how much intimacy he was comfortable with. 

“I’m definitely sure.” He kisses me again with instinct, almost aggressively, just to show me how much he wanted that.

“Bucky.”

“What baby?” He says holding my neck with his right hand paying attention to my interruption after he just told me he was more fine doing it.

“Then I wanna fuck you”. I said looking into his eyes waiting for his reaction.

He is quickly holding me by the waist and lifting me. My legs are around his hips while he is taking me to my room. I’m surprised that even after a long time, his body is reacting like he never took a break. His hands on my body, his lips on my neck and his tongue on mine. 

He presses me to the wall, letting me stand on my feet while my hands are up in his shirt, scratching his abdomen. He puts me closer, letting me feel his hard cock again, pressed against my dress. I can tell he likes the teasing while I take his blue navy shirt.

“Can I give you a little present?” I have a smirk on my lips this time with hungry eyes for the man standing shirtless right in front of me. Knowing I’m going to fuck him like no else did before because I know the ladies in the 40’s were a little basic.

He follows my hands going to take off his beat and unbutton his jeans. “Of course, baby.” I get on my knees taking off his pants, leaving him on black boxers. I give a gentle kiss on his volume with his boxers on and I feel him becoming anxious for me to put all his length in my mouth.

I take off his boxers while leaving kisses on the end of his abdomen and his cock is just so wet from all the pre-cum that I had to lick it. I hear him moaning while I’m sucking his dick. It’s music for my ears.  He puts his hand through my hair to help me with my movements.  I take his dick of my mouth and hold it with my hand doing some circular movements on his swollen tip. His leg starts to fail because of the sensitivity of his dick and he tries to hold my hand to make me stop. I laughed it off and put his member in my mouth again for the last time. I get on my feet going for a kiss, making him taste himself in my mouth.

He takes off my dress and stares at me. His hands are on my breasts, feeling the lace of my lingerie and squeezing them. He gets on his knees looking up to me while grabbing my waist with his hand while spreading kisses in my belly, going down to my cunt over the lace underwear. He gets up and throws me to the bed on my stomach. I feel his hard cock pressing on my ass and he kisses my back until he is in my ear whispering “Tell me what you want, Doll.” 

“I wanna ride you, Bucky.” My words made him squeeze my ass and breathe heavily. Of course I realized he was talking about what he could do to please me but tonight was about him. I wanted to give him the pleasure he was waiting for. I hold his face to kiss again while he is taking care of taking my bra and my underwear off. His hand are touching my pussy without any sign to go to my clit or my entrance. I break the kiss to look what the fuck he is not doing and for my surprise, he puts two fingers inside me. He really waited for me to look at him to do this. The moan I let out, the way I rolled my eyes back to the pleasure of it, he wanted to see my face, my reaction to his movements. 

“Lay down for me, baby.” I whisper in his ear as he is squeezing my breasts.

As he lays down on the bed, I get on top of him putting his member in my hand going up and down while kissing his stomach. I give him one more kiss on the lips before aligning his dick to my entrance. His hands are on my hips helping me go up and down on his member, my breasts are freely bouncing to his view and our noises are filling up the room. Our bodies are hot and sweating from the movements and all we can do is touch each other desperately from the desire.

While I’m riding Bucky, I put his hand under mine in my belly so he can feel his member deep inside me. His response is to arch his hips up under me making me cry out of pleasure. “You like that?” He is holding my chin with his metal hand when I barely can hold myself up on his dick. I guess that serum really works in a lot of ways. “I really don’t believe you are already tired, babygirl… Let me handle that.”

Now he is on top of me, I can easily outline the muscles of his shoulders with my fingers while scratching his back. The moaning in my ear is driving me crazy, making me squeeze his member inside of me even more. Bucky is going slowly and deep just to see me twitch beside him and it’s working. My thighs are already shivering and I can feel my orgasm building. As it arrives I bite his right shoulder because of the pleasure and my nails are deep on his skin. His movements became faster as my bite got stronger and he cums on my leg while I’m trying to get my breath after this amazing orgasm I just had. 

Our bodies are still spasming after the sex as we cuddle. “Wow, Doll.” Bucky is looking to the roof, trying to put his thoughts and words together.

“I didn't know you were so…” I’m also trying to find words after having my thoughts rearranged by his dick. He laughed it off  “Yeah, baby. I can last longer than normal.”

I laugh too as he finishes the sentence making eye contact. “What?” “I guess that means we have more time to have fun.” I said while holding his chin. “For a girl that doesn’t know how to take compliments, you’re such a freak in the sheets, Doll.”

[saltybaltic]

Can we get something smutty with reader coming home to Natasha touching herself???

Natasha Romanoff X Reader - WELCOME HOME

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow X Reader Fanfic

Synopsis: You come home to find Natasha enjoying a private moment

Warnings: 18+ adult content, masturbation, fingering

Words: 1436

Making your way inside of your apartment, you weren’t surprised to find it seemingly empty. It was rare that your girlfriend made it home before you, usually busy with paperwork or training, even on days where she wasn’t away on a mission. You threw your keys into the bowl by the door, kicking it closed behind you as you picked up the mail and started to fan through it for something that might be important. It was only once you started to tear open one of the letters that your ears pricked up at the faint sound of someone else’s presence in your home.

You frowned, throwing the mail down on the table in the hallway and taking a few steps further into the apartment as you strained to hear any sign of noise. There was definitely something and you decided to go and investigate, sure that had Natasha been home she probably would have greeted you by now. It wasn’t like you had made an effort to sneak inside.

Quietly you made your way down the hallway towards the back of the apartment, freezing outside of the bedroom door as it became obvious that someone was definitely home. The door was slightly ajar, making it easier to hear the noises coming from the other side. The gentle creak of the bed frame. Soft pants for breath. The subtle rustle of sheets as someone moved around on top of them.

Reaching forward with one hand, you gave the door a push so it swung open further just as a quiet groan hit your ears. And as you peered into the bedroom to look inside, your skin immediately flushed hot at the realisation that Natasha was not only home, but was making the most of it.

You felt like you had forgotten how to breath, stuck in place as your eyes roamed over the sight in front of you. From your position behind the door you were just about hidden from view, although you were almost certain Natasha would have noticed you if she wasn’t so preoccupied.

The vision in the bedroom was incredible, pulling you into a trance like state as you could do nothing but stand and watch. Natasha was lay on her back, legs spread wide on the bed as her hand worked frantically between them. Her other hand was attached to one of her breasts, alternating between kneading at her flesh and pinching or tugging at her nipple. Her head was thrown back against the pillows, mouth slightly agape and chest and cheeks flushed pink as her fingers pumped eagerly in and out of her pussy at a steady pace.

Your mouth was already dry after just a few moments of watching, the sounds of her fingers moving letting you know just how wet Natasha was. It made your heart pound harder, the idea that she could have been going at it for a while already. God just thinking about Natasha fucking herself over and over while she waited for you to get home was enough to ensure you were massively turned on already. You craved to touch her yourself, wanted those fingers to be yours as they thrust in and out harder. You wanted to replace the hand rubbing over her breasts and nipples with your mouth. You wanted to be the one drawing those moans and whimpers from her lips.

She was getting louder now, her hips bucking up from the mattress to meet her fingers and her skin starting to glisten. You could see her movements getting sloppier, struggling to keep control as the pleasure became too much. There was a part of you that was desperate to keep watching, to remain tucked behind the door and wait until her orgasm hit. Natasha was a sight to behold already but watching her come undone was an honour you didn’t take for granted. However the temptation to touch her was becoming too much and instead you pushed the door again and stepped forward so you were able to fold your arms and lean against the door frame.

The sound of the door hitting the wall as it opened fully was enough to alert Natasha to your presence. She lifted her head from the mattress to lock eyes with you and the eye contact was enough to send another strong wave of arousal through your body. She didn’t look embarrassed or coy in the slightest at having been caught in the act, although she did slow her actions almost to a stop and give you a lazy smile.

“I didn’t realise you were home.” her breathing was laboured, the words quiet as the hand on her breast moved up towards her head and gripped the pillow below her instead.

“Clearly.” you chuckled, taking a further step into the room so you were nearly at the foot of the bed. Your eyes travelled down her body to her fingers that had practically stilled inside of her pussy before glancing back up at her and cocking a brow, “Don’t stop on my account.”

Natasha smirked, her fist tightening around the pillow as she gave a couple of thrusts with her fingers at your words, “I think it’d be more fun if you joined me.”

“Oh I bet you do.” you laughed quietly, moving close enough that you were able to rest one of your knees on the foot of the bed. You never stopped watching her, your mouth practically watering as she slowly started to build up a pace with her hand.

Her mouth dropped open again as she curled her fingers inside her pussy, her hips beginning to move in time. You moved closer still, kneeling properly at the bottom of the mattress now and shuffling closer so you were level with her feet. The desire to touch her was almost unbearable at this point, reaching forward to run one hand firmly along the top of her thigh as she tilted her head back and moaned louder.

Digging your fingertips into her skin, you dragged your eyes away from her pussy to speak, “Look at me baby.”

It seemed a genuine struggle for her to do as you’d asked, her eyelids heavy as she panted for breath and managed to lower head head enough to look you in the eye. Her free hand came down to rest on yours atop her thigh, giving it a squeeze as she pumped her fingers faster and groaned, “Yes, fuck.”

“Does that feel good huh? You like fucking yourself for me?” the almost taunting tone to your voice caused Natasha to moan again, nodding her head frantically as you moved your hand up and over her thigh to grip at her hip. Leaning over her body, you couldn’t resist her any longer and brought your head low enough that you could wrap your lips around one of her nipples. Natasha practically squealed at the action, fingers digging into the back of your neck and holding you in place as you swirled your tongue over the hardened peak and sucked it eagerly into your mouth.

There was barely any control to her movements now, hips bucking frantically and the wet, filthy sounds of her fingers all but pounding into her pussy filling the room. Her fingernails were scratching at the back of your neck impatiently, one of your hands moving down to grip at her wrist so you could feel each of her thrusts forward.

Lifting your head from her chest, you looked up at the woman below you just to take in how amazing she looked in that moment. She was so loud now, fingertips twitching against your skin and heels digging into the mattress. You could tell she was close, her voice becoming hoarse with each moan and expletive that left her lips.

Natasha for her part felt on the brink of passing out, gulping in shallow breaths and ignoring the ache of her wrist as she pushed herself further towards an orgasm. Her skin was beginning to tingle, each thrust getting harder as her pussy tightened around her fingers.

You could tell it wouldn’t be much longer, helping the situation along as you kept your eyes trained on her face and moved your hand from her wrist to brush your thumb over her clit. A frantic groan of ‘yes’ rewarded you for your efforts, a grin breaking out on your face as you pressed a kiss to the underside of her jaw and circled over her clit again, “That’s it, good girl, let me see how pretty you are when you come.”

Natasha wasn’t sure what it was, the quiet praise murmured against her skin, the way your thumb skilfully stroked over her clit, the way she curled her fingers just right, or a combination of all three. Whatever it was, it was enough to finally push her over the edge as her body shook and her legs flailed against the mattress. A loud moan filled the room as her pussy clenched around her fingers and a wave of pleasure washed over her body. Her grip on the back of your neck was almost bruising, pulling you down to connect your lips so that she was able to groan in satisfaction into your mouth.

It felt like her body was vibrating, withdrawing her fingers with a whimper as she allowed herself to relax back against the pillows and break the kiss to suck in a gulp of air. After a few seconds she spoke, brushing her nose against yours with a grin, “Welcome home.”

“That was quite the welcome.” you laughed, pressing a brief kiss to her lips, “God you’re sexy.”

Natasha hummed with a smile, wrapping her arms around your shoulders, “Am I now?”

“Very.” you stated, settling yourself properly between her legs, “But now it’s my turn.”

Any response from Natasha was caught in her throat, her head thrown back against the pillow and a loud moan filling the room as you reached down enough to push your fingers eagerly inside of her.

[cvtqr]

cammed

series master list

chapter one; touché, jaeger

content warning; public sex, cheating, wall sex, unprotected, cream pie, slight degradation 

the sun was setting as you walked out the front doors of your dormitory, closing them behind you. hearing your phone quietly ring, you pulled it out from the waistband of your skirt.

‘hello’

babe, are you guys almost here? games about to start and the other girls need historia

‘leaving now, hist just got here’

alright, if i can’t catch you before it starts we’re still on for dinner... right?

‘yeah of course. good luck reiner, win one for me.’

your life right now made you feel like you were in some cliche romcom. dating the college football superstar, best friends with the head cheerleader, all the cliches made you feel like you were still in high school. historia has been your best friend since birth, so of course the two of you hadn’t split up entering college. she had the cheer scholarship, you had the brains to get in with an application. you met reiner through mutual friends, but you couldn’t figure out why he fell for someone like you. usually, in the movies, the hot popular guy falls in love with the hot popular girl... but that wasn’t you, it was more like your best friend. you were more laid back, just wanting to get your degree.

your relationship with reiner was... slow, to say the least. it’s almost the end of your freshman year of college and he seems to be more focused on football than you. but you don’t blame him, he just wants to be successful with his passion. you do hate the fact that you have to take care of yourself all the time. he’s never able to stay the night, as he has training early in the morning. sometimes you wish that he could just be more available to you.

running out down the small path, you stopped in front of a car full of people. this was the way all friday nights were. you were picked up by a jammed pack car holding historia and a bunch of other people, before driving off to the football field. opening the car, it was really full tonight.

“you’re gonna have to sit on someone’s lap, just for the ride” jean said with a grim smirk on his face

“hist you’re tiny, sit on ymir’s lap”

ymir of course not having a problem, pulled the small blonde into her lap with a grin on her face. you then hopped into the car, taking historia’s previous spot.

arriving at the field, historia had to run off to her team and get a lecture by the coach on why she has to stop being so late. after giving her a hug for good luck, you wandered off to the concession stands.

“just a pretzel, please”

receiving your snack, you were about to walk over to the bleachers until you heard your name being called over the short fence.

“Y/N!”

letting out a sigh, you ran over to the voice calling you over.

“quiet down, unnecessary attention.”

lifting his helmet off, he used his large hands to pull your head into his, capturing his lips with yours.

“and? ya look pretty tonight, what if i want people to see my gorgeous little girlfriend.”

“don’t you have a game to play, tough guy?”

talking to your boyfriend, you felt like someone was piercing into the back of your head. people were probably watching the two of you, but no... that wasn’t the feeling. it felt like one person had their eyes glued to you. saying goodbye to your boyfriend, you started to walk over to the bleachers. they were packed with people and you had no one to sit with. your eyes started to scan looking for either bertholdt or colt, two quiet boys you seemed to get along well with.

bertholdt was reiner’s best friend. you noticed him the first time you met everyone. he was always following reiner around like a lost puppy, but reiner seemed to love his presence. when you and reiner started dating, he left you guys alone most the time, but he’s still was always around. colt you also met through reiner, on campus. you really strengthened your friendship after visiting reiners hometown over mid-winter break. while you and reiner were babysitting his cousin, her best friend tagged along, who was the little brother of colt.

you were getting a little nervous until you heard someone call your name and wave you over. jean kirstein, from the car. jean pissed you off on so many levels, but he also made you feel safe in a way. running over to where he was, you took a seat in between him and his best friend.

“hey marco! kirstein.”

“ouch... you’re so cold sometimes, y/n”

jean always had to make a dramatic comment no matter what the situation was. settling into your seat, you stayed quiet for the most part after that. the game was close to being over when you got up from your spot.

“gonna use the bathroom, ill be right back.”

you didn’t actually have to pee, just needed a moment away from the screaming and loud noises. running towards the extra, empty parking lot. you felt someone grab your arm, dragging you into the darkness. about to scream, you felt a hand cover your mouth.

“shhh, its just me.”

wiggling out of his grip, you pushed him into the brick wall. he let out a chuckle, surprised you could shove him like that.

“you dipshit, i thought i was getting kidnapped.”

you felt rough hands pull you by the waist into his chest.

“yeah well anyone would want to get their hands on a pretty girl like you, i’ve warned you about wandering at night by yourself... haven’t i?”

“touché, jaeger”

his slender fingers found their way up your thighs and under your skirt, teasing the hem of your panties.

“not here jaeger, i have to get back to-”

“back to the boyfriend, yeah.” - he didn't stop though, he snuck his hand down to make contact with your clit, rubbing small, soft circles around it. “remember our agreement though? if you want, i can break it... show everyone your-”

“fine. make it quick.”

“you don't make the rules here, ill take as much time as i need.”

eren jaeger was popular around campus, not in the same way as reiner though. he wasn't some big shot blonde football player, just well known for being a jackass. his reputation started in the beginning of the year. he was a pretty low-key guy, just down to fuck almost anyone who asked. but then he'd just break their hearts, but girls always still tried getting him to fall for them.

he released your skirt and pushed you back up against the wall. as you both switched positions, you could see the faint red in his eyes, pulled out by the street light.

his lips found yours, roughly shoving his tongue into your mouth. once he felt that was enough, he flipped you over on the wall. to avoid scraping your face or getting your shirt dirty, you pushed your hands up onto the wall. you heard the familiar unbuckle of eren’s belt, and the shuffling of him trying to free his erect cock.

brining his hand in front of your mouth, he cupped it a bit. knowing what he wanted you to do, you spit right into it twice. he then brought his hand back and lathered his cock with your saliva. pulling the bottom of your skirt up to your waist, he pushed your panties to the side before slowly sliding himself into you. 

not bothering to care about the stinging you might've been feeling, he brought himself back out before slamming right back in. repeating and repeating, going at a roughly fast pace.

“‘ren sl-... slow down.”

“shut up, whore. you should... fuck- should know your place by now.”

letting out a whimper, you felt your fingertips push so hard into the wall, bound to leave a scratch. you then had them peeled off the concrete wall, as eren pulled both of you backwards. pulling out, he spun you around and pushed you back up onto the wall. 

he brought your thigh up to meet his hip, before thrusting himself back into you.

“your little pussy takes me so fuckin’ well”

clenching around him from his words, you let your head fall down onto his shoulder.

“want me to fill you u-”

he was cut off by the sound of your phone ringing. brining your head up, you went to go pull your phone out and hit decline... but eren beat you to it. he took your phone and hit accept, holding it up to your ear.

babe?

‘r-reiner!’

nice win, right?

‘y-yeah you were... you were amazing as always’

cuz i was thinkin’ of you. anyways i'm heading to the locker room, you with bert?

you felt yourself start to panic at the heat of the moment. you were on the phone with your boyfriend as you were getting pounded by the biggest dick on campus. he was ruthless. not bothering to slow down or stop, he just thrusted in harder and faster than before.

‘no actually-’ you were about to let out a moan but you covered it up with a cough ‘just i-in... the bath- the bathroom’

you okay?

‘yeah i’m... fine, 'm fine. ill see you in a few’

alright, love you

‘i love, love you too.’

right when you hung up you choked out a load moan that's been building up. without warning, eren came and shot right up inside you. of course he wouldn't make you cum at a scene like this.

pulling out, he pushed the seeping cum back up with his fingers, before pulling your panties back in place and fixing your skirt. 

“now go hangout with your boyfriend while your full of my cum.”

“eren-”

he turned you around back out of the darkness and playfully smacked your ass before giving your back a little push.

“i promise i’ll make it up to you, now run along like a good girl.”

giving him a frown, you made your way to the exit of the locker room. you stood there waiting for reiner, clenching your thighs together. 

dinner with reiner was sweeter than usual. most times after a game you were dragged to a loud diner with all his friends, forced to hangout with them. but tonight, reiner just wanted it to be you and him. nothing special though, just a quick food joint. walking back to your dorm, you felt the guilt build up in your chest like it always did. 

arriving at the front door of your single-person dorm, reiner pulled you into a soft, sweet kiss.

“practice is canceled tomorrow, i can stay for once.”

of course, the one night you're stuffed to the brim with another man’s cum.

opening the door, you let him in. the two of you laid kissing on the bed, before he tried sneaking his hand up your skirt.

you felt yourself start to internally freak out. if he were to finger you right now, he'd just be met with a load of cum. 

“i-im on my period.”

reiner was always understanding, so of course he was in this position.

“ok, that's fine. we can just cuddle and watch a movie.”

“sounds good” after placing a kiss on his cheek, you got up to go put a pair of sweats on, before returning back to your bed.

he must've been worn out from the game, as he almost immediately fell asleep in your arms. you couldn’t help but feel guilty, thinking about eren. do you wish it was him laying in your arms right now? no. reiner is everything you could ever ask for. you knew he deserved the world, you don't want to hurt him like you are  now. 

but you knew what would happen if you didn't give eren what he wanted.

and that'd be even worse.

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Smut for Dani? I'll literally take anything 🥺🙈

This ended up way longer than i meant it to 😅 But then again, it is Daniela. She made it... hard to stop once I started 😳 I hope you like it, anon 😏

Strands of firelight falling over the fair skin of Daniela's back as she stretched her long body across the length of her bed. A dreamy look painted over the golden embers of her eyes as she caught that you had stopped short in front of her doorway, your daily chores finished for the day.

"Well.. don't you look just good enough to eat."

She smirked as she flipped her self over, the landscape of her abdomen and and chest brilliant in the flickering light of the fireplace. You couldn't help but muffle a small curse as your eyes raked her over.

"I can smell how much you want me, you know." A slightly maniacal laugh escaping from her throat as she watched you closely.

"Miss Daniela, I-"

She waved her hand a bit erratically, cutting you short.

"No point trying to deny it, my sweet. It's practically... dripping from you."

She laughed again as you audibly cursed this time. Her lean frame rising from the bed, hungry eyes never leaving yours. And she wasn't wrong - there had been many lonely nights since arriving at the castle spent with nothing more than the company of your own hands and just the thought of her.

The warm scent of honey rolling off of her freshly washed skin as she stopped in front of you, every inch of her immaculate body exposed - a wide grin on her face.

"Tell me, my sweet.. do you taste as good as you look?"

You swallowed hard - deciding, for once in your life, to be bold.

"W-why don't you have a taste and find out?"

Her eyes gleamed in response, a devious grin on her face as she began to walk slowly - leading you back against the wall. 

"Now... That's exactly the type of tasty response I'd expect from a snack like you."

She leaned in further, placing her arm against the wall next to you as she used the mere presence of herself to press you against it. Her fingers coming to your chin, grasping it firmly but gentle - forcing you to look at her. 

"Well.. if you insist, my sweet."

You felt the tip of her tongue slowly trace up the front of your throat before her lips crashed into yours - heated, though cool to touch. Wrapping your fingers in the long tendrils of her hair and she pulled you in closer, cupping your jaw as she deepened the kiss. Her long tongue skating over yours, her body flush against you.

"You.. you can touch me.. if you want." You said, barely above a whisper. 

She only moaned in response, her body pressing into yours as she slid the length of her fingers under your uniform and up your inner thighs - teasing over the sheer fabric of your panties.

"Heh.. soaked straight through I see."

"Fuck.. Miss-"

"My sweet... I'd prefer to be addressed as just Daniela when I'm about to wreck somebody."

She took your mouth back into hers before you even had a chance to respond, earning an immediate moan from you. Your nails digging, scratching over the shaved side of her head as you returned her heated kiss. The tips of her fingers toying with your panty line before slowly slipping in - ghosting over your clit once before tracing down the center of your core.

"Mmh.. Daniela."

"That's better, my sweet."

She nipped at your bottom lip, chuckling again before kissing you fiercely. Your hips almost immediately jerking as she slowly slid two fingers inside of you, curling them as she did. The warm sting of her teeth dancing down your neck as she marked you as her own - claimed you. The relentless pace of her fingers, her flushed skin against you. Her warm musk taking you over. You had never felt so good in your entire life. She was intoxicating - in ever sense of the word.

"Let me hear you, my sweet." She murmured against your skin as she nipped at it.

"Fuck.. I .. "

With one more delicious curl of her fingers, a few more circles over your clit - and you could feel it - a wildfire of heat so relenting it threatened to take over your entire being. You bucked your hips against her, needy for more - ready to ignite the fire in you the was so desperate to be released. And who else better to release it than Daniela Dimitrescu? She circled her thumb around your clit, one way and then the other - her long fingers still deep inside you - sharp teeth against your  flushed skin. Her name screamed out into the night as a fierce and unrelenting pleasure crashed over you. Your warm juices dripping down to Daniela's wrist as she continued to fuck you, harder - causing a second, and more intense wave to crash over you. Your whole body jerking - shuddering. Her warm breath against your neck as she chuckled.

"What a delicious little snack you are."

She slid her fingers out from your panties, allowing the tip of her tongue to slowly lick over them - tasting you.

"Mmh, yep. Utterly delicious."

You tried to steady your breath, heart still racing from the feeling of Daniela's talented fingers inside of you. Unable to muster more than a breath, Daniela chuckled again - biting her bottom lip before she spoke.

"The noises you make, my sweet. I can't wait to hear how'll you sound when I break out my strap."

(Fuuuck.)

Xx.