#this is your reminder to get yourself a Big Gulp and enjoy the rest of the day

[tobbesdiscordkitten]

✨Happy Friday!✨

Vince Neil enjoying a big ‘ol drinky

[rinhaler]

hii <3 more uncle nanami please? extra smutty hehe <33

still can't get over how much everyone likes uncle nanamin tbh agjdkshlgadsg, enjoy x

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, incest, sex toys, squirting, age gap, manipulation, forced orgasm, ddlg esque.

words: 1.3k

“What’s in the bag, uncle Nanamin?” you ask, blinking up at him so sweetly as he sits on the edge of your bed. He hands it to you, it’s a glittery pink gift page, and your eyes widen with excitement. “For me?” you ask, taking it from him.

“For you, sweetheart.” he nods, watching as you take a long, gift wrapped box out of the bag. You look at him for permission to open it, to which he nods, again. It’s wrapped so meticulously, which doesn’t surprise you in the least. Your uncle is so precise about every little detail. So you try and offer the same in return. You don’t tear into the wrapping paper, you do all you can to open it with minimal ripping. He sees how your eyes widen with fear when the object comes into view, and he strokes his thumb over your thigh. “Don’t be scared.” he tells you.

“I-It’s big…” you tell him, looking at the size of the box and the white Hitachi wand printed on the front. “Is this… a sex toy?” you ask him, innocently. He smiles at that, leaning forward to plant a kiss on your forehead.

He nods, again.

You open the box to reveal the toy, and it’s bigger than you could have imagined. You pull out the wire and plug it into the extension plug down the side of your bed. He watches you, like you’re a child opening gifts on Christmas day. And he chuckles when you turn on the wand and feel how powerful the vibrations are.

You meet his stare again, gulping heartily when you feel out of your depth.

“I— uncle Nanamin…” you pout.

“Awe, you don’t get it?” he asks, and you shake your head. He stands up and locks your bedroom door. He knows you’re home alone but he isn’t willing to take the risk. He’s thankful for his upstanding gentleman exterior, and he’s even more thankful that the rest of the family seems to fall for it. Even you, to an extent. It’s the perfect cover for him to spend this time alone with you. Corrupting you with each visit and moulding you into his perfect little girl.

“Do I use it on my… my…” you feel your skin sear with warmth as you flush with embarrassment, unable to bring yourself to complete your sentence.

“Your little pussy? Yes, sweetheart.” he finishes it for you. His fingers hook under your t-shirt, pulling it over your body to reveal a pretty, blue push up bra beneath. He reaches around behind you and unhooks it, your breasts spilling free as they’re bared to him. He hisses, quietly, enamoured by the sight.

“It’s scary…” you tell him.”

“No, no it’s not scary,” he continues. He pulls you further down the bed until you’re flat on your back. He pulls at your shorts and commands you to lift your ass so he can remove them fully. You’d decided to forgo any panties. You know they don’t stay on your body for long when your uncle is in town. “Gonna make you feel nice… I’ll show you.”

He takes the wand from your hand and puts it down for a moment. You’re already dripping wet for him, he supposes it’s some sort of pavlovian response to his voice at this point. He never fails to find you dripping whenever he sneaks into your room.

Your thighs are pushed into your chest until your knees are by your ears. He traces a finger from your slick clit down to your clenching little hole, his fingers ghosting the entrance until he pulls away completely.

He smirks when you jolt at the sound of the toy coming to life. Your whole body shakes as he teases your inner thighs with it.

“Remember I told you I want to see you make a mess for me one day? This will help.” he reminds you.

“Will it hurt, uncle Nanamin?” you ask him, your body trembles as the vibrations surge through you.

“No, it’ll feel nice. Really nice. It’s just tickling you now, right?” he asks, and you nod, agreeing. “Well. How about now…” he questions, lowering the large vibrating head to your cunt. And the moan you let out is raucous when he finds the perfect angle on your clit.

He covers your mouth, demanding that you be quiet. You’re home alone, yes, but that isn’t to say your family won’t come home sooner rather than later. His eyes are strict, but compassionate all at once. You’re humming, loudly, and dampening his palm as you try to wriggle away from the toy.

“Don’t fight it. Don’t fight me.” he tells you, moving his hand slightly to give you the chance to respond. “It’s good. Isn’t it?”

“Too much!” you yell, “too much f’me!” you cry you, earning his palm sealing your lips again.

��Be quiet.” he warns you, strictly again. “You don’t want to get in trouble, do you? You’ll like it when you cum, so be a good girl and take it.” he commands, turning the vibration setting up a notch.

Your eyes fill with tears and your body convulses wildly. This is nothing, he thinks. And yet, you’re flailing around like this? Your screams are muffled by his large hand, but he longs to drink up every decibel of their true volume. His pants begin to tent and strain and he relishes in the sight of the cutest forbidden fruit he’s ever head the pleasure of handling.

He turns the notch up, one last time.

Your eyes cross and you swear your heart stops beating. You’re cursing, though he’ll never know, as he presses the wand hard onto your firm clit.

“That’s it, good girl, cum for me.” he encourages you, adding the slightest pressure yet again to your trembling clit. “Make a mess of the toy. Make a mess of me. Wanna see, so show me, princess.”

And you can’t resist a direct order from your favourite uncle. You begin spasming, your cunt twitching as you cum. And it’s the hardest orgasm you’ve ever felt. And you feel happy, you think, when you realise how elated your uncle is upon seeing your pussy gush out a fountain of liquid for him.

Your sheets are ruined, completely soaked and you can’t think of anything worse than doing laundry after how spent your little cunt is. But he’ll do the laundry. He’d never expect you to do something so menial because of his demands.

He’s thrilled to see you’re capable of such a feat. His trousers are equally as ruined as the sheets below and he hopes he’ll have time to change before the family returns from their shopping trip.

“Good girl, pretty fucking pussy…” he speaks, though you aren’t sure if he’s talking to you or directly to your cunt. He pulls upward on your skin until the hood of your clit raises, putting more pressure on your overworked pearl. You yelp, helplessly, trying again to escape the feeling. “Sorry, princess, got carried away.” he switches off the toy.

He holds you in his arms for what feels like a lifetime as you try and process what just happened. You’re so wet. And you feel cold. But the warmth of his body caressing yours is enough to feel better.

“D-Do I… can I keep it?” you wonder.

“Yes.” he nods, “If you liked it, it’s yours.”

“Will you use it again? I-It was nice… so nice…”

“Of course.” he smiles, kissing the crown of your head. “And while I’m gone you can use it on yourself. You can make yourself cum whenever you like when I’m not here.”

What you like about your uncle Nanami is how considerate he is when it comes to you. But what he likes most about you is how easy to manipulate you are. You’ll become addicted to that wand and associate it with him. He’s never been worried about you straying and wanting to fuck other guys when he isn’t around. But he wants to be careful. He wants to make sure you remember who you belong to. You need to remember the only man who should make you cum like that.

What’s wrong with a man giving a gift to his favourite niece, anyway?

© 2023 rinhaler

[buckysgrace]

In Your Court

Billy gives Steve some tips on what his girl really wants. Or Part 3 of Friend Competition :)

Billy Hargrove x Reader, Steve Harrington x Reader

CW: Smut, oral sex, unprotected sex

Thank you to @duncanhillscoffeecups for requesting/submitting this <3 I hope you enjoy it!

“It’s fine,” Steve was reassuring you, pressing his hand against your back as he ushered you up another flight of stairs, “No one will know.” You glanced up at him, feeling nervous as you let him guide you.

“What about your coach?” You asked, feeling sneaky as you held your bag towards your chest. Hawkins was having a basketball tournament out of town and Steve had decided that it would be fun to sneak you in. You couldn’t deny the rush of pleasure that was coursing through you as you thought about being caught. Steve had never done this with you before. It was exciting, it felt new. 

“He’s old, he won’t ever know,” Steve smirked as he looked over his shoulder, double checking that no one was watching, “It’ll be fun.” He sounded like he was planning something. You found yourself growing suspicious as he began walking down the long hallway. You tiptoed, doing your best to not draw attention to yourself. 

“What about your roommate?” You watched the way his lips curled into a smile. Your stomach began to flutter, watching the mischievous look in his big brown eyes. He grinned, his fingers rubbing into your back gently. 

“C’mon,” He ushered you inside, quickly shutting the door behind you. The room was dimly lit, the blankets were blue and the walls were painted a soft burgundy. Your eyes flickered across, landing across the blonde boy that was sprawled on one of the beds, “Thought we could have some fun?” Steve approached you from behind, his voice lower than usual. You gulped hard, knowing you had been having your own type of fun with Billy alone.

“I thought you didn’t want to do this again?” You asked softly, your eyes not moving as Billy flicked his tongue across his teeth. He observed you like you were a meal. Your pulse quickened in your neck, your heart racing as excitement grew inside of you. You were more than happy to try this again, but you weren’t sure if it was something that your boyfriend really wanted. 

“Keeps you off of his dick,” He said simply, your body warming in realization that he knew. He was all smiles as he shrugged his shoulders, “It’s fine. I’m not mad. I wanna do this.” He promised you, taking your hand gently in his.

“Can we get on with it?” Billy asked dryly, sounding like he was bored. You glanced towards him, drinking in his shirtless figure and tight shorts. Any shame that had been building inside of you sank away at the image of him. 

“You can leave,” Steve reminded him, sending him a harsh look, “Just shut up for a while.” Steve rolled his eyes dramatically, like he was rethinking everything he had just told you. You grinned, pressing yourself up against him and cupping his strong jaw in your hands. You pulled his irritated face down towards yours, pecking his lips gently.

“Relax,” You murmured against his lips, “It’ll be fun.” You ran your hands down his shoulders gently, before pushing him back onto the bed. He landed with a thud, looking up at you from resting on his elbows as Billy eagerly moved in.

“She’s a whore,” Billy confirmed, grinning up towards you. Steve looked like he was about to snap something off before Billy spoke up again, “Strip for us.” That silenced Steve, completely drawing the look of irritation away from his features.

“Can you?” Steve didn’t miss a beat, looking up at you with warm brown eyes. You almost laughed at the difference between the two of them. You nodded your head slowly, taking a few steps away from the bed. You wished there was music, but thought of a song in your head as you slowly began to sway your hips back and forth.

You played with your shirt, gently prying it over your head so it wouldn’t get stuck against your hair. You giggled, watching at the way Steve’s eyes widened as they fell onto your boobs. He always acted so enamored with them. Billy was tracing his finger along his bottom lip, staring at you intensely.

You felt awkward as you turned around, your back facing them as you slowly removed your jeans. You bent at your hips, pulling your panties down even slower. They watched you, drinking in the image of you as you burst into laughter. Billy tugged at your hand, pulling you towards them before he was plopping you on the bed. 

“That was so bad,” You covered your face, feeling Billy’s lips trail down your abdomen. His fingers were brushing across your skin, squeezing softly as he nudged your legs apart. Steve slowly pried your hands from your face, bending low to press his mouth against yours. You grinned, kissing him slowly before your lips fell open in pleasure, “Oh fuck.” 

Billy’s tongue flicked between your folds, dipping low as he traced along your throbbing clit. Steve took the chance to dip his tongue into your mouth, swirling it around as he squeezed at your boob. Your legs spread wider, opening easily as Billy’s tongue lapped against your wet cunt. You breathed out against Steve’s mouth, thighs shaking from as Billy flicked his tongue across your clit.

“Feel good?” Steve pulled away suddenly, lips plump and swollen. He twisted his finger around your nipple, getting it hard before pinching it softly. You gasped, hips moving off of the bed as Billy buried two fingers into your fluttering hole. He curled them softly, building a rhythm as his rough tongue flicked across your dripping pussy. You moved your hips at the sensation as his knuckles pressed against your skin.

“So good,” You breathed out, fingers gripping the sheets before traveling slowly between your legs. You tangled your fingers into dirty blonde curls, tugging softly to draw Billy closer to your cunt. He inhaled deeply between your legs, kissing at your throbbing clit before sliding another finger inside of you, “Fuck.” You sighed in relief, enjoying the stretch as Billy’s fingers filled you. Steve kissed at your nipples, sucking softly before moving onto the next one. Your body was warm, tingly as you arched up to the both of them.

“So pretty,” Billy praised between your legs, looking up at you with glistening looks, “Such a pretty little cock slut.” He grunted softly as your fingers tightened around his hair. He fingered you harder, curling his fingers up before pressing them against the bundle of nerves inside of you. You cried out, hips writhing as the muscles in your stomach tightened.

“Shh,” Steve covered your mouth, hushing you as he looked down at you with a grin, “Can’t be too loud.” He told you seriously. You nodded your head, moans muffled as your hips continually moved up against Billy’s thick fingers. They fit inside you perfectly, hitting your g-spot with each thrust. 

“Shut her up with your cock,” Billy said simply, flicking his tongue across your pussy again. Your eyes rolled back, enjoying the thought of having Steve’s cock in your mouth while Billy rubbed his tongue along your cunt, “Look, she’s begging for it.” Billy tsked, flicking his tongue against your clit playfully before kissing along your thighs. You whined, aching for the feeling of his mouth against your pussy.

“Billy,” You moaned, pressing your hips up to try and push his lips back down on you, “Please, please don’t stop.” You begged him, rolling your hips up in bliss. Your muscles were clenching together, toes curling as you began to descend to your high.

“Got you,” Steve promised, one hand gripping yours while the other played with your hardened nipples, “Cum for me.” He breathed out warmly against his lips. Your hips arched off the bed, pressing up against Billy’s warm tongue and thick fingers as you came down around him.

“Oh,” You whimpered, thighs shaking and pulling together as Billy licked you clean. He thrusted his fingers in you lazily a few more times before he pulled them out, “Fuck.” You breathed out, watching as he raised his head up slowly. He held his three fingers out, looking towards Steve expectantly.

“Taste her,” Billy demanded, his blue eyes challenging as Steve sat up a bit. He paused, looking at you unsure before he leaned forward. Your heart raced as you watched the way he flicked his tongue along Billy’s fingers, licking away your slick, “Such a good boy.” Billy teased with a smirk.

“Fuck you.” Steve pulled away just as quickly, his cheeks reddening. You exhaled slowly, laughing as you tried to catch your breath. You lazily rubbed at Steve’s side, thinking that he was too cute to be mad at. 

“Spit on her.” Billy spoke after another second, still looking amused. You felt a spark rising between your legs again as Billy turned to look at you. Steve stiffened under your touch. 

“What?” He nearly sounded embarrassed as he glanced towards you, before quickly looking back at Billy. Billy exhaled softly, blowing out in a way that caused his blonde curls to bounce. 

“Jesus,” He looked towards Steve as if he was dumb, “Spit on her.” He responded harshly. Your body curled at his tone, finding excitement in it. Steve stared at him, still looking at you unsure. You bit your lip, wishing he would follow through with Billy’s command. 

“See,” Billy was smirking up towards Steve, lips glistening from your slick as he spoke, “Is it that hard to listen, Stevie? She likes being treated like a dirty little whore.” Billy crawled up between your legs, hands resting next to your shoulders as he beamed down at you. You stared up at his golden skin, at his defined muscles before you landed on his plump lips. He pressed them together slowly, his thumb parting your lips slowly. You stuck your tongue out, doe eyed as he let a mixture of your slick and his saliva drip onto your tongue. You curled your tongue up slowly, holding contact with his startling blue eyes before you swallowed it.

“Fuck,” Steve breathed out softly. You both turned in unison, staring at his curious brown eyes, “You really like that?” He asked, nearly in disbelief. Billy’s rough hands squeezed at your sides, pulling you closer to him. 

“Makes me feel good.” You giggled out, unsure of how else to put it. It made you feel dirty, but in the best way. Billy’s nose brushed against your neck as he peppered kisses along your skin. You sighed out softly, eyes shutting at the sensation. 

“Wanna make you feel good,” Steve basically begged as he scooted towards you. Billy gripped your waist, pulling you up roughly with his large hands. You stared into Steve’s big eyes, “C’mon, I wanna fuck you.” He urged, his slender fingers dipping between your thighs. 

“You don’t fuck her good enough,” Billy said plainly, looking amused as Steve turned towards him hotly, “How about we try something?” You curled your eyebrow curiously, staying quiet as Steve moved towards you closer.

“I fuck her fine enough,” He quickly defended himself, “I’m sure it’s something fucked up.” Steve replied dryly, earning a laugh from Billy.

“No,” Billy’s hands traced over the curve of your body, “You fuck her and I tell you how good you’re doing.” Billy’s lips brushed against the curve of your face. You giggled, the vibration tickling down your neck.

“Why would I want to do that?” Steve responded, looking a little offended. You gripped his hand, giving him a reassuring look as you turned towards Billy again. You were curious about his little game. You knew Steve could be dirty if he wanted to be. 

“It’ll be fun,” Billy promised, “She’ll suck my cock and you’ll fuck her. It’s that simple.” Billy told him seriously. You thought it sounded like a good idea. You were fine with anything as long as you got to feel their cocks inside of you again.

“That’s it?” Steve looked towards him with uncertainty in his eyes, “It’s that simple?” He looked to Billy for more clarification. You were squirming on the bed, desperate to feel anything. 

“If you fuck her good enough, she’ll stop sucking my cock,” Billy grinned at him from ear to ear, “That’s how you’ll know how you’re doing. If she’s doing a good job, it means you suck.” Steve felt anger flaring inside of his chest. He still wasn’t a fan of Billy. He still knew he was doing this just to get under his skin. The problem was, you liked it. You liked how Billy could be mean.

“You’re a dick,” Steve snapped, his brown eyes looking up towards Billy’s cocky grin, “What if I say no?” Billy shrugged, his eyes drifting towards yours in amusement. You bit your lip, waiting for what he had planned. 

“I could restrain you, make you watch as I fuck her again and again,” Billy’s fingers dipped along your neck, tickling your skin as his facial hair pressed against your cheek. You giggled, chills racing up your spine as he gripped your face, “Just think Harrington, you could spend all night watching your girl cream on my cock.” Billy teased, his tongue licking up the side of your face. You squealed softly at the sensation, grinning as Steve’s eyes widened.

“Fuck that,” Steve pressed two fingers into Billy’s skin, forcing him back on the bed, “I hope you don’t get bored.” Steve sounded off hotly as he fumbled with his jeans. Billy grinned, positioning himself at the head of the bed before sliding his shorts off. Your eyes gazed back and forth, staring at Billy’s thick cock and Steve’s long one. Your mouth watered as you remembered how it had once felt to be stretched by the two of them. 

“I have a feeling I’ll be just fine,” Billy rested his hands behind his head, looking down at you with a knowing smirk, “Her pussy is nice and wet, you’re welcome.” You bit back a smile as you situated yourself between his knees. You stared up at his hard cock resting against his stomach, drool forming in your mouth as you looked at the precum that was leaking from his red tip.

“Do you ever shut up?” Steve sighed out again, sounding frustrated as he moved in behind you. You rested your hands on Billy’s thighs as you looked over your shoulder to face Steve, watching as he ran his slender hands over your curves, “Is this okay?” He looked to you for confirmation.

“It’s perfect,” You reassured Steve, pushing your hips up a bit as he slid his hard cock between your folds. You sighed softly at the gentle feeling before he was pushing the head of his dick inside of your wet hole. A soft moan left your lips, “There you go.” You encouraged him, your walls fluttering as he slowly slid his cock inside of you.

“Hey,” Billy tapped your cheek hard, “You’re supposed to be sucking my cock.” He reminded you gruffly, not looking pleased at being left behind. Your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, slowly squeezing before you pumped him in your hand. You watched the way his lips parted, wanting more from him as you pressed his tip into your mouth. He tasted familiar, just how you remembered. Your tongue slid around his slit, licking away his precum before you began to relax your jaw. 

“Babe,” Steve grunted out slowly, his hips pressing against your ass as he slowly drew his hips back before he was pressing back into you. It felt nice, it was gentle, sweet, “You’re so good for me. Such a good girl.” The praise tickled your spine, pouring towards your pussy. You bobbed your head up and down Billy’s thick cock, feeling a fire building inside of you. You wanted them to say more about you, to tell you how good you were doing. 

You felt as if you were listening to the sweetest melody as their moans danced along your ears. Steve’s slender fingers were gripping your ass, squeezing your cheeks as he pressed his hips against you harder. His cock was throbbing inside of your fluttering walls. The soft motions of his thrusts pressed you against the comforter, brushing your clit up against the rough material. Billy’s hands had wandered towards your hair, playing with it softly as his hips pushed his cock deeper into your mouth. You were gagging, trying to fit as much of him inside you as possible. Drool was falling from your lips as you inhaled the taste of him, trying to savor it on your tongue. 

“You suck, Harrington,” Billy was groaning, pushing down on the back of your neck as you began to hollow your cheeks around his throbbing cock,”Look at how good this little whore is sucking my cock. You’re not fucking her good enough.” His hand gripped around your hair, dragging your mouth up and down his throbbing cock. Your lips ached but you didn’t dare stop, too thrilled with the idea of tasting his cum on your tongue. 

“Fuck you,” Steve spit out, his hands lingering against your hips, “She likes it.” Billy looked up at him again, keeping eye contact as he pressed your head all the way down on his cock. The head of his dick hit the back of your throat, tears forming to your eyes as your lips pressed down against the base of his cock. He was so thick that it burned your jaw. You blinked hard, fighting the urge to gag as he slowly released your head.

“Then why’s she sucking my cock so good?” Billy mocked, pulling you by your hair until his dick fell from your lips. You whined, licking at your mouth for any remnants of him. He grinned, “Look, she’s moaning at the thought of my cock in her mouth. You’re not trying hard enough. You need to make her feel like the little whore she is. Isn’t that right?” He tapped his fingers against your cheek, hitting your burning jaw. You nodded quickly, feeling the desire pooling inside of you.

“I am,” Steve quickly defended himself, beginning to slide his cock out of you, “I don’t want to treat her badly.” He spoke quickly. You felt a little bad as you turned to face him, understanding that this was something he wasn’t completely used to. 

“S’okay, Stevie,” You looked back at Steve, biting your lip as you fluttered your eyes at him, “I like being treated like a naughty girl, please? Wanna feel you fuck me so good.” You slowly moved your hips back, moving them in circles as you pressed his cock back inside of you. He exhaled slowly, nodding his head.

“Alright,” He was looking at you in a different light, but it felt nice, “We can start over then.” You nodded your head in encouragement, flicking your tongue along Billy’s cock like it was a popsicle. Billy groaned in response, hands finding your hair again as you picked up where you left off.

Steve’s motions started off the same, before he slowly angled one of your legs out and began to push into you deeper. You sighed softly, Billy’s cock sliding easily inside of your mouth as you did so. Billy grunted, tugging on your hair as he thrusted his cock up hard inside of your warm mouth.

“How about we switch?” Billy was grinning hard, revealing his white teeth, “I’ll show you how to fuck this pretty little bitch.” He promised, tugging on your hair softly. He must’ve hit a nerve. Steve’s hands tightened around your waist before he was thrusting forward harder, building up a faster rhythm.

You pumped part of Billy in your hand, no longer able to keep his full length inside of your mouth as Steve dragged you back along his cock harder. You moaned out, walls fluttering at the sensation. Your walls were aching, begging to feel more of him as you lazily stroked Billy’s cock. 

You bit back a moan as the head of Steve’s cock pressed against your bundle of nerves. Billy’s cock slipped from your lips, drool pooling from your parted lips. Your eyes rolled back, bouncing around in your head as Steve’s fingers tightened around your waist.

“Oh fuck,” You whimpered out slowly, your hand gripping Billy’s cock as Steve rocked you forward, “Oh my god. Oh god.” You kept repeating, your mind growing blurry from pleasure.

“Look at you Harrington,” Billy was grinning, gripping your hand in his large one as he moved your hand up and down his cock, “Finally learning to fuck our girl right.” He groaned softly, using his other hand to trace the drool around your lips. Your tongue lazily flicked against his thumb as Steve groaned loudly behind you.

“So good,” Steve breathed out, his hand coming down on your bottom harshly. You yelped, lurching forward with a loud moan as Billy roughly dragged your hand on his cock, “You feel so fucking good baby.” His voice was raspy, his fingers clawing at your sides as he roughly fucked into you. 

“Don’t stop,” You begged, pressing your hips back towards him in an unspoken urgency. You could feel the pleasure traveling up your spine and down your legs, “Fuck me so good, Stevie.” You pleaded with him. Billy squeezed his hand over yours, thrusting his hips up roughly as you fell apart underneath him. 

“See,” Billy criticized, adjusting his hand over yours again as he squeezed his cock. Moans were falling from your lips as your cheek fell against his warm thigh as Steve rocked your hips forward, “She’s such a dirty little whore, isn’t she Pretty Boy?” Your mouth fell open in bliss as Steve hit the sweet spot inside of you repeatedly. His large hands were squeezing your ass cheeks, before he’d roughly smack them and cause the sound to echo in the room.

“Such a little whore,” Steve spoke between groans and you wished you could see his pretty face, “You like that baby?” He tugged on your hair, finding new found confidence as he forced your head back. You craned your head back, looking up at Steve’s plump lips and how his eyebrows were drawn together in pleasure. He paused for a moment, pressing his lips together before a glob of spit landed against the corner of your lips. You moaned loudly, the spit falling down your parted lips and onto your chest. 

“Yes,” You croaked out, your body feeling like putty underneath their hands, “Feels so good.” You breathed out, head falling forward as he roughly let you go. Billy cooed softly, his hips slowly moving forward as your grip on his cock kept loosening. It was too hard to focus, the feeling of your pussy squeezing Steve’s cock was all you could think of. 

He was dragging you back roughly, your knees scraping against the rough blankets as his cock pressed against your g-spot repeatedly. You were crying out in bliss, your body curling in pleasure as you forgot about trying to mind your volume control. Steve pressed his hand against the back of your head, forcing you down towards Billy’s cock.

“I thought you were supposed to be sucking his cock?” Steve’s voice was warm and hot as he bent over the curve of your spine, “Did you forget like a dumb whore?” Whimpers fell from your lips again, as Billy huffed from pleasure. He squeezed your hand around his cock, trying to get you to concentrate. Your jaw was too tired to try as you flicked your tongue out across Billy’s warm balls.

“Feels too good,” You squealed, your toes curling tightly in pleasure as drool trickled out from the corners of your lips. It trickled down your chin, down onto Billy’s balls as he continually pushed your hand up and down his cock. Your arm was aching, but everything else felt too good to care, “Making me feel so good Stevie.” You praised him.

“Look how pretty she is like this,” Billy used his other hand to force your hair from your face, “All cock drunk. Mhm, bet her cunt feels so good.” He was moaning, making your hand move down harder on his cock. You gaped your thighs trembling as the muscles in your stomach began to clench together. 

“Such a pretty whore,” Steve agreed as he traced a hand up your spine. He took a hold of your shoulder, roughly pushing you back against him as he pounded into you. His balls were snapping against your skin, his cock pressing into you deeper as he edged you closer to your high, “Gonna cum in your pussy.” He promised, his breathing coming out in rough spurts as he throbbed inside of you.

“Fill her up like a good slut,” Billy lazily tapped the head of his cock against the side of your face as you licked at his warm balls again, “She deserves it for being so good.” He was groaning, still seeking his own pleasure as he fucked himself with your hand.

“Please,” You were whining again, your walls clenching down on Steve’s cock as your high overcame you. You cried out, feet kicking into the bed as you came around his cock. Your whole body shook in pleasure and your hand tightened on Billy’s cock, “Oh Stevie!” You chanted, hips quivering in pleasure.

Steve grunted loudly, squeezing your hips as his thrusts began to stall. He was breathing out hard, pressing into you deeply as his warm cum filled your wet hole. Another whimper left your lips as Steve bottomed out inside of you, holding onto you tightly as he rode out his high.

“So good,” He breathed out after a moment, laying on top of you slowly as he gripped your chin. He kissed your lips harshly, taking the breath from your lungs as the room swayed around you. He was heavy on top of you, but you liked it, “You like being a dirty whore?” His words were rough and you felt another flush erupting through your body.

“Not bad,” Billy’s chest rose and fell quickly, “I didn’t think you had it in you.” Billy admitted softly. Steve hummed against your ear, placing his hand over yours and Billy’s and slowly moving it up and down his cock. Billy gasped, hips moving forward at the motions.

“So this is how you get him to shut up,” Steve mumbled next to you. You bit back a giggle, grinning as you watched Billy’s features morph into pleasure. His brows were raised high, red lips parted as his hips thrusted up into the mass of hands. You breathed out softly, watching in bliss as you felt Steve’s warm liquid slowly dripping from your hole, “I think he likes it.” Steve nibbled at your earlobe gently, encouraging you to move your hand faster. Everything felt warm and fuzzy, comfortable as the two of you urged Billy towards his release. 

“Fuck, fuck,” Billy’s hand was moving yours roughly, faster and faster until his cum was squirting out against the side of your face and onto Steve’s, “Holy shit.” His chest rose and fell quickly, watching the two of you through hooded eyes.

Big brown eyes found yours curiously as Billy’s cum dripped from the side of his cheek. Steve almost looked horrified, but you swore you noticed something else hidden beneath. You grinned, licking the rest of the spunk from his face. Steve paused your movements, pulling your face forward and swapping a sloppy kiss with you as you shared Billy’s cum.

“Fuck,” Billy groaned softly, dick twitching in response and he watched the two of you. You pulled away from Steve, a trail of spit and cum connecting between your lips, “How do I taste?” He looked at Steve strictly, smirking widely. Steve’s cheeks fluttered red and he looked away.

“Shut up,” Steve rolled his eyes like it was the most ridiculous statement, “You’re still an ass.” He told Billy seriously. Billy smirked, his blue eyes rolling between the two of you lazily. You found yourself wiggling forward suddenly, Steve’s cock sliding from your wet cunt as you pressed your lips against Billy’s. He kissed you hungrily, gripping the back of your neck before forcing you away. 

“You’re not so terrible at fucking her,” Billy admitted softly, “Only because I taught you, of course.” He replied with a large smirk, winking in your direction. You giggled softly, biting down on your bottom lip. His hands traced between your thighs before he pressed Steve’s cum back into your hole, earning a gasp from you. 

“We have all night,” You suggested softly, “Maybe we can play some more.”

[everybodylovedcontractors]

S & Miller

Pairing: Jackson Era Joel Miller x Sex Worker - Dominatrix Plus Size Female Reader

Words Count: 1,700

Summary: Jackson has a new resident, and Joel Miller tries something new.

Warnings: sex work, sub! Jackson era Joel Miller, dom! f plus size reader, bondage, oral (m receiving), flogging

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

This is for @baronessvonglitter birthday challenge. Happy Birthday! My first Pedro character fanfic. I got Joel Miller and S & M by Rihanna. Please be kind.

Chapter 1

Jackson.  A city safe from it all.  Safe from Infected, and for the most part, a place to live like it was before outbreak.  It was a sleepy small town except for the room above the Tipsy Bison.

You had just moved in, an outsider, and your secret was safe for now.

One night, you went downstairs silently.    It smelled of whiskey and oil from the lanterns.  Their light creating a cozy and inviting atmosphere.  The bar was abuzz with patrons.   You wondered who it could be. 

Walking up to the bar in your tight jeans, your curves practically pouring out of them, paired with a tight black t- shirt and a leather jacket.  You were different from the rest of the town.   People noticed.  That night, you went up to the bar and ordered a whiskey.   Just as you were about to pay for it, someone gently touched your shoulder.  Their hands, large and calloused.   You turned around and saw a rugged older man with salt and pepper hair and captivatingly kind brown eyes.   He smiled and said, “Let me get that for ya." 

"You new 'round here?" He asks.

"Yes.  Thanks for the drink."  You say and start walking away.   You go to sit at an empty table in the back.  You're not one to get involved with anyone, plus you're supposed to be meeting a client soon.  The handsome man's feet thump behind you, and you realize he is following you.  

You sit down and cross your legs.   You put your hand out and say, "Excuse me, I'm meeting someone." Before he can sit down.  

"Real sorry, ma'am." He says before he turns around and turns back around smoothly and sits down.  Big dick energy. "You know I'm supposed to be meeting someone too."

"I don't think you're meeting me." You say.

"'S'my mistake, ma'am. Enjoy your drink." He says, getting up and leaving the table.  He goes to sit at the bar all by himself.   You see him talking to Tommy and Maria Miller, the owners of the Tipsy Bison, your landlords.  They conspire and laugh.  You're almost certain they're teasing the poor man.  You shrug and wait for your client.

Hours pass, and they never show.   After another whiskey, later, you decide to go upstairs and back to your room.   You walk slowly.  Things are a bit blurry. You are a little tipsy yourself... but you manage to make it up to your room and shut the door behind you.

Joel Miller follows you upstairs.   His stride is silent as he stalks his prey.  His eyes glued on your ass in those jeans, your curvy figure already affecting the space in his boxers.  He gulps and watches as you close the door.   "Keep it together, Miller." He tells himself.  He walks up to the door and knocks on it.

You hear the door and snap out of your slightly drunken stupor.  You turn around and look out the keyhole.  It's the same man who bought you the drink before.   You open the door slowly, "Can I help you?"

"I think you can, darlin'.  I heard you're a real bad girl."

"I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it.  Come on in."  You say.  

He walks into the room, and everything is black and red.  It reminds him of you with your crimson hair and black leather jacket.    There is a claw foot antique couch, and a four-poster wrought iron bed in the center with red satin sheets. There's also an assortment of various BDSM items and toys. Whips and chains excite you.

"You got the money?" You ask.

"Sorry, I've never done this before..." He says.   He is telling the truth. He's never paid anyone for sex before.   Didn't need to.  Still doesn't.  He's used to being in control, and he feels conflicted.   But he is also intrigued.

"You've never been with a woman like me?  But you met me here in my boudoir for a reason."

"I've never been with a dominatrix, ma'am.  How much do I owe you?"

"$500 an hour."  You say.  

"What should I call you?" He asks.

"Tonight, I am your Goddess, and you will worship me accordingly." You say.  The words practically flow off your lips.

He takes the money out of his pocket and counts it over and over.  His head tells him to go, but his body tells him to stay. 

You notice his apprehension.  "Listen, I'm going to get changed, but if you're still here when I come back, I'll know your decision."

You go into the bathroom to change. You undress and put on a black leather dress.   It is tight, and it has a zipper going all the way down your back.   You adorn your legs with thigh-high black leather high-heeled boots.  One last touch of a short raven wig over your red locks, and you are out of the room.  You look over and see your visitor.   He notices you and lets out a wolf whistle.

"There's no way I'm turning back," he thinks as he sees you.  

You grab a riding crop and walk over to him. He is your prey now.   "Good boy.   I'm so glad you're still here."

"Kneel.  Bow down to me." You say.

He kneels, his eyes looking up at yours.   You take your boot and drag the heel down his chest.   It slides down his chest, his stomach, and to his crotch.   You graze against his cock.  He hisses.   You place more pressure down on it.  You take your boot and hold it off his groin.  "May I kiss your feet?" He asks. 

"Yes". You say.

He kisses your boot and holds your foot steady.   His mouth moves up to the heel.  He takes the leather into his mouth, slowly engulfing it, sucking on the heel gently.   His eyes filled with worship and desire.

"Good boy... now strip." You say.

He gets up and hurriedly takes off his clothing.  His barn coat, his worn flannel, his undershirt, and his faded jeans.   His hands fumble as he reaches for his boxers and pulls them down, his arousal springing free.  He groans through gritted teeth. 

You grab his muscular arm and bring him over to the bed.   The red satin sheets scream sex.  You use your crop and smack his ass.  "Lie down."  You say as you grab some rope.  Your crop guides his hands up to the bedposts.   You tie them tightly to the metal.   You do the same with his ankles.   He is all splayed out in his glory.  At attention and your mouth salivates.  "Mmm, you look wonderful like this."  You say.

He looks up at you with a mixture of fear and excitement.   He is completely at your mercy.   You switch your riding crop out for a flogger.   The thin strips of leather slide through your hand.  You guide them on his chiseled chest across his nipples.   He gasps softly.   You smirk and bring the leather, flogger down his stomach to his inner thighs where you smack him gently.   You move down and straddle him with your thick thighs.   Your hands move to his cock.   You take it into your hands and stroke it slowly.  He groans.  "Fuck!  S'good.  So good, Goddess."

"Did I tell you that you could talk?  I'm going to make you mine now."  You smack his cock with the flogger.  He gasps and flinches.

"No, Goddess.  Sorry, ma'am." He says.

You smile and edge your hands over the mushroom tipped head of his member.   Precum leaking from the tip.   You grin and begin to stroke him again, harder and faster this time.   He bites his lip and writhes beneath you.   "Now, you'll come when I say so or you will be punished.   Understand?"

"Yes, Goddess." He says.  G...Goddess?  Please don't be gentle with me.   Can you hit me harder?

"You want more?  Feels so good being bad, doesn't it?  Now, the pain is for pleasure.  You're such a good slave."   You say, smacking his balls, hitting the sensitive skin this time with the flogger.   He arches his back, his head leaning back on the pillow.  A mixture of a groan and a moan escapes his lips. 

"Fuck, yes! Goddess!" He says.  His body preparing for more.  "Mark me and make me yours!  I belong to you."

You smack his thighs and his ass with the flogger.   Harder and harder each time.   His skin reddens with each hit.   You smile and work to his cock again.  You hit it with the flogger hard. It twitches, and he moans loudly.

"Good boy.  I think you deserve a reward, don't you?" You ask.

"Yes... please, Goddess."  He says.

You take his cock into your mouth slowly, grazing it with your teeth.  You hear him moan and you begin to suck.  He's hard as a rock.  You let his head hit the back of your throat.  You begin to take him in and out of your mouth, over and over.  His body quakes.  "I'm gonna... cum... Goddess please, may I cum in your mouth?" He asks.

"No.   That is against the rules.   You may cum though." You say.

You continue to suck on his thick cock, your hands working in unison with your mouth and when his body begins to tremble you take him out of your mouth with a loud pop and he explodes all over your hands moaning loudly.   He looks over at you through hooded eyes and gasps for air.  

"Good boy." You say.

"Thank you, Goddess.  May I see you again sometime?"  He asks.    His tone is full of anticipation and hope. 

"Sure.  $500 an hour."  You answer.  

He was hoping you would say something different deep in the back of his mind.  But he knows this is a business, and he should not be asking such stupid questions.  He slips his clothes back on.

As he leaves, his hands linger on the door handle.  He sighs.  He walks back downstairs with a spring in his step.  He sees his brother Tommy at the bar after a long night. 

"Couldn't sleep either, Joel?"  Tommy asks.

"Nah, but now I will."  He answers.   He smirks as he leaves the establishment.  Spent, satiated, bruised and perhaps a little in love.   He will see her again.

[writingsofwesteros]

Can you please write a fic here Daemon spanks a maid for accidentally dropping a cup.

AN: Hi, I hope you like it - a bit short as I've been busy this week, apologies for that x

NSFW

You had been warned before. Those slippery fingers of yours will get you into trouble one day, your mother has always whispered into your ear. It seemed now the consequences were bubbling in front of you in the form of the Rogue Prince himself. A soft gulp escaped you as those doe eyes of yours locked onto his.

Daemon hummed; his ringed fingers tracing the chair he lounged in. A smirk tugged on his lips as he watched you begin to panic. “My—my prince..I'll clean this up.” You so prettily stuttered out. Those bright eyes of his continued to watch. Your heart was pounding in your ears as you gracefully tried to pick up the broken pieces.

“I do think you need a reminder.” The rogue Prince purred as he leaned forward. A soft gulp came over you once more. “My Prince….” A soft whimper escaped you as he reached for your hand in a near gentle manner. Still, Daemon tugged and had you fall into his lap. Your hand delicately reaches to rest on his chest.

His smirk only widened as those bright eyes of his darkened in hardly concealed desire. His hold on you began to tighten. “I’m sorry..” The words were a whisper as they fell from your soft, plump lips. Still, the Prince ignored your words. He had already made up his mind and there was nothing you could do now but take it.

“It seems my brother has allowed his maids to be so sloppy…” Daemon began to taunt. His larger hands slowly move under your skirts. Goosebumps easily moved over you as you slowly tried to move from his hold. Daemon only continued to darkly chuckle; his desire as clear as day. His free hand moved up your sides, brushing your clothed breast.

The shiver that ran down your spine had a near whimper escaping you as Daemon’s tongue brushed over his bottom lip. A soft gasp escaped you when the feel of his hand groping your bare, soft arse surprised you. Daemon began to grope you as his other hand kept you impossibly close. There was no escape now. 

“My Prince…” Your heart once more was pounding in your ears before a louder gasp escaped you. Your eyes widened; had he just done such a thing? The slap sounded out as you whined and began to wiggle in his hold once more. Those soft, ample breasts bouncing at your movements as the cream material of your dress began to fall down your shoulders.

Daemon’s dark chuckles only sounded out into the room just as the slaps coming down on your soft arse joined them. His slender fingers slipped; brushing against your soft, creamy pussy that was more soaked than you had thought. “It seems you enjoy your punishment.” Daemon purred and followed his words up with a slap.

“No–n–oh..” Those cheeks of yours were flushed pink as you only whined out some more as his palm came down again and again. “Hmm, are you sorry?” Daemon purred. For a moment, you were lost for words. The amusement in his tone just dripped like honey. “It seems you are not..how disappointing.” The Prince continued.

“My prince….” The words fell from your lips followed by cries of his name. He roughly began to palm at your arse now as you whimpered. Your body arching in his before those big eyes of yours flashed open. In one thrust; two of his slender fingers had pushed in your sweet, creamy pussy. “Hmm, I did not think you would be this tight.” Daemon taunted.

Your eyes flashed open as the first time anything other than your own fingers began to play with yourself. His thumb brushed over your sensitive clit as he kept you against his body. Your own was becoming like a woman possessed as Daemon continued to darkly chuckle. “Hmm, we are going to have so much fun.” He purred his promises.

[hazbin-college]

Husk and Angel bar talk

Angel easily slipped into one of the stools at the bar, stretching his back out before slouching forward a bit. It was late and the bar was close to closing, but that was his favorite time to come. It was mostly empty and he got to talk to his favorite bar tender. Not that he’d ever say that out loud

And if right on cue Husk sauntered over to the side of the bar he was on, setting a glass down for him preemptively

“The usual?” He asked, his voice rough as ever, like he didn’t use it enough

“Nah, gimme something stronger” Angel shook his head, placing an elbow on the counter and resting his chin in his palm. It was a get sloshed kind of night, maybe he could go party with Cherri after, she was always down for doing shit

“Tough day?” Husk broke him out of his thoughts, mixing together a drink of unknown alcohols

“Don’t get me started” Angel huffed, putting a hand up “might as well just shoot me now. That’s my day” he gave a roll of his eyes, before settling them back on the bar tender

“Hm. Drinking might not be the way to fix it” he chided, sliding the drink across the counter, Angel easily snatching it up after

His eyebrows rose at the taste “woah this is good. What’s in it?”

“Secret mix, but it’s got enough alcohol in it to get you where you want” Husk answered, giving a slight amused smile, before it fell back into his usual frown. He doesn’t see him smile much

“As long as it’s strong I’m happy with it” he hummed, sipping at his drink, tapping his free hand on the counter.

After a few more minutes of drinking he could definitely feel the alcohol starting to fuzz out the edges of his mind, giving him a comfortable buzz

“You know Val started this whole like. Open relationship bullshit. Like, I’m all about being with whoever you want. But like he coulda at least talked about it a bit more first” Angel spoke, his nose scrunching a bit. He’s not sure when he started talking about his boyfriend. He’s definitely brought him up to Husk before. And the alcohol in his system got rid of any guilt he felt for complaining about his partner

“Sounds like a real piece of work” Husk offered half heartedly, only seeming to be partially paying attention

“I swear he’s always either doing his OnlyFans shit or playing dumb games with his roommates. Like don’t get me wrong, they’re fine. But could you possibly spend any more time with the same two people?” He slumped forward, taking another too big gulp of his drink, stinging his throat due to the size “and he’s always asking me to participate in his videos. Like maybe I just came over to cuddle or something, ever thought of that dickhead?” He enjoyed his relationship. It was just a lot of one sided work sometimes

Husk turned from what he was doing, focusing back on Angel “look, I don’t know your relationship, obviously” he started, tossing a hand up vaguely “but sounds to me like you aren’t liking this relationship. Maybe give it some thought that this guy isn’t your guy” he raised his eyebrows slightly, leveling a look towards Angel, trying to get his words to stick.

They only sort of did, Angel having gotten slightly distracted in his half drunk state. But enough of the words did seem to register “what? No, I’m not looking to dump Val. Yeah I like to bitch about him, but that’s all relationships” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand “he loves me, he just gets busy with all his, uh, stuff” he had a tough time thinking of all the things that kept Val busy. Why was he always away? He was always a touch disappointed when time wasn’t made for him.

“Not my place to say otherwise” Husk shrugged, he wasn’t here to give advice, just serve drinks “the bar closes in ten, though. Better get yourself situated”

Angel frowned a little at the reminder of the time. Had it really been that long already? He was having a nice time hanging out with Husk.

Maybe it was the alcohol urging him to stick around the other longer, something in him wanted to be around the shorter man. He wasn’t a stranger to hitting on people, far from it. But that didn’t feel like what he wanted to do. Something else was nagging at him.

“Hey, you doing anything after your shift ends?” He asked seemingly out of nowhere. Cringing a bit at the way an awkwardness seemed to leak off him. He wasn’t ever nervous asking people out. Romantic or not. He must just be off his game tonight.

Husk rose an eyebrow at him, seeming to study Angel for a moment before turning away to put a glass up. Not answering for a few more moments.

“I’m not doing anything” he finally answered, turning back towards the blonde “got something planned?”

Angel couldn’t help the grin spreading across his face “I got so much I could have planned, baby” he purred, easily slipping back into his usual flirty persona.

Husk leveled him an unimpressed stare “thats not who I’m agreeing to go out with. So you better drop the sweet talk” his warning wasn’t harsh, just honest. It was like a cold splash of water over his head. And he gave a looser smile

“Alright, maybe we could grab a bite somewhere?” He tried instead, dropping the mask he usually kept in place for social outings. Tonight he’d just be him

[itsscatballou]

You Are Sunshine

Long time lurker, first time writer... fanfic writing is new to me, please be kind!

Warnings: brief mention of alcohol and loss

This is all fluff, I hope you enjoy!

Daryl x reader (no gender specific descriptions)

Word count: 1800

Summary: you and Daryl exchange gifts and you learn how he feels about you.

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The house was warm, slightly too warm if you’re being honest, and you’re beginning to regret the heavy knit sweater you decided to wear to the party. You don’t know why you didn’t realize how warm the living room of the Grimes’s Alexandria house would get when all these people – your family – gathered together. The living room was big, but with this many people and the fire roaring, the space felt small and stuffy. You could crack a window, but your best guess told you it was no higher than 25 degrees outside, now that the sun had set, and you could imagine the groans and complaints about the draft. Instead, you just roll your sleeves up as high as they could go, and take a sip of your drink in hopes that it would make you more comfortable. You choke a little as you remember you’d poured yourself a whiskey, and prepare for the heat that gulp would send radiating from your stomach to the rest of your body. You wouldn’t be here much longer anyway, it had to be close to midnight, Judith and Carl had already gone to bed, and everyone finished exchanging gifts half an hour ago.

You loved this holiday, or at least what your group had turned it into. The idea came to you the first winter in the Prison. Everyone had been through so much, and it felt unresolved with the Governor still unaccounted for. The anxiety hung in the air. You called a meeting, making it known to everyone that if your math was correct, New Year’s Eve was just a couple of weeks away, and it was time to do something fun, something that felt normal, and something to celebrate your lives. You declared to the group that New Year’s Eve would officially be celebrated as a Christmas/New Year combo – a way to tell each other how glad you were they’d made it another year (of course with gifts), relaying how important to you they are, to celebrate the future you were planning together, and to remember and grieve those lost that year. You didn’t expect it to catch on quite as fervently as it did, you expected to awkwardly push for it each year – and you were willing to do that, it was that important you. The need never came, though, as each year everyone began talking about the gifts they were gathering before you even had to remind them the date was approaching.

The memories of the holiday celebrations of the past brought a smile to your face, and looking around now as everyone chattered together, you felt the sense of gratitude the celebration was meant to elicit, and not just because of the handful of gifts you’d been given. Looking at the small pile of scavenged goods and handmade items, and a massive cast iron skillet that Carol had gifted you (you’d be sure to make her something delicious in it soon), you remembered you still had one gift to give. Where is Daryl, anyway? You thought as you scanned the room – you’d seen him earlier sitting between Rick and Carol. Your eyes had met across the room, as they had been doing for months now, and you felt that flush in your stomach that you always felt. You’d both lingered in each other’s gaze for a minute, before Rick leaned over to talk to Daryl, and Maggie began asking you what seeds you’d received from Carl and comparing hers to see if either of you wanted to swap. That was at least 20 minutes ago, and you haven’t seen Daryl since. You run a hand on the back of your neck to wipe away some of the sweat your cowl neck was causing – it is sweltering in here now – and remember your idea to open a window. As you look toward the windows overlooking the front porch, you see him. He’s standing against a post on the porch, looking in at everyone. His gaze sweeps your way and your eyes do that meeting thing again – and, yep, there’s that heat in your abdomen that follows.

You grab the little wrapped package you left in your coat pocket as you head out the front door.

“Did you get as hot in there as I am?” you ask him as you stride up to him and lean against the railing of the front porch beside his post.

“Yeh, I jus’ needed a minute to cool off.” He replied, not turning away from watching the party inside.

“Well, I’m glad I caught you alone out here, I have a gift for you and if you hate it, at least everyone here won’t see you open it.”

He turns his head at that. “You got me a present?” he asks, and you can hear the surprise in his voice.

“I did. You are hard to shop for, you know? I don’t know anything about motorcycles and you’ve been wearing the same ratty vest since I met you. I have no idea if you will like this at all,” you drawl as you pass the parcel to him.

He looks you in the eyes for a few long seconds as he takes the gift from you. Your heart is already racing from the eye contact when he turns his attention to the small metal box he is unwrapping, and you begin to sweat as if you’re still inside that living room. This was a dumb idea, he is going to laugh at you, why did you even think this was a good gift?

“ ‘Spretty… what is it?” he sheepishly asks you, and you laugh.

“It’s a cigarette case,” you chuckle again as you take the box and pry it open from the right side, expanding it on its hinges to show the compartments inside. “Your packs always get so smushed in your pockets.”

You see a grin slowly spread over Daryl’s face – god, you love that grin – and he meets your eyes, and for the fourth time that night your heart wants to leap out of your chest. “ ‘sgreat,” he says, not looking away from you. “I love it.”

“Really? It’s okay if you don’t. You won’t hurt my feelings,” you lie to him, but he can already see on your face how happy you are to give it to him. There is no trace of a lie in his eyes as he replies, “really. I love it.”

“I got ya somethin’ too.”

Your brow furrows, “wait, really? You got me a gift?”

He nods, and reaches into his pocket to bring out a small velvet draw-string pouch. You shyly accept the pouch, carefully pull the opening apart, and lightly dump the contents into your palm. A dainty gold chain with an attached pendant falls out. You hold it up into the light from the window to examine it, and your breath catches. In the center of the pendant is an opal stone, rounded and displaying a shimmer of pinks and greens as you move it. The gem is nested in gold and surrounded by outstretched rays of tapered gold bars, uneven in length, each twinkling with small embedded diamonds.

“Was out with Aaron in some nearby towns, saw a jewelry store. Tha’ made me think of ya” Daryl breaks the silence while you study the necklace, your mouth open in disbelief. He shifts nervously on his feet.

“Daryl, it is absolutely gorgeous! It’s…it’s a sun?” you ask, finally looking up at him. He nods subtly. “A sun made you think of me? Because I think the world revolves around me?” you tease, nudging his arm a bit with your elbow.

“Nah… ‘cause tha’s you.” He says back, with a shy seriousness.

When you raise your brows in question, he continues, “Yer… warm. Ya bring warmth and brightness with you. You… ya seem to light up a room, and make this dark world...” he trails off, “Yer smile is sunshine. Yer sunshine.”

You want to gape at him – you are pretty sure you’ve never heard him speak that much before – but he is already avoiding your eyes in what looks like embarrassment, and gaping would definitely not help. You’re shocked by the revelation that he has feelings for you. Daryl feels what you have felt for him for months. You wonder how long he has felt that way, how long have you both been pretending not to feel that way, too scared the other wouldn’t reciprocate?

You touch your hand to his arm, pulling his eyes back to you. You want to say so much in that moment. You want to tell him everything you feel for him, tell him that was the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to you, tell him that you are so thankful for the gift, and you just want him to know that everything he feels for you is returned. But you can’t. Not a single word comes to your mouth. Instead, you gently touch his face, stare longingly into his eyes, and travel your gaze to his lips. And then you kiss him. He tenses at first, and you begin questioning everything you just read into this moment. Uh oh… Did you totally blow this? Suddenly both of his hands are holding your face, and he’s returning the kiss. Not just returning it, he seems to be pouring everything he wants to say into your mouth with his. Your heart is pounding in your chest so hard you’re sure he can hear it, too. You want to stay in this moment forever, his warmth and his passion breathing life into you, his smell surrounding you, the taste of his lips consuming you. That’s when you feel it.

Something off… not with Daryl – god he is perfect, this moment is perfect – no, something off about the house. It’s quiet – too quiet, compared to the low hum of voices that was drifting from the party just moments ago. Do you feel eyes on you? You pull back from the kiss and look toward the windows and almost jump. Everybody is staring at you, all of them crammed against the two windows of the living room, watching you both kiss. A mixture of shock and knowing looks across their faces, and no one seems to be blinking.

“Uh, Dar…” you say, trying to draw his attention to your audience, when suddenly applause erupts from inside. Clapping, cheering, some whoops you think came from Rick. You can’t help but giggle as you hide your face in Daryl’s neck in embarrassment.

“We should probably go inside and get their mocking over with,” you say, slowly pulling away from Daryl and heading towards the door.

“Righ’ behind ya, Sunshine.” He says, following you.

[thetinycrab]

Imagine being tiny on a dining table having dinner with tiny Steve and Giant Billy and Eddie

Eddie and Billy are moaning about there being no dessert, really playing it up while you and Steve roll your eyes. All of a sudden ringed fingers reach over and pluck up the other tiny, making him yelp and flail. When you look up you see Eddie standing behind Billy, draped over his shoulders, only hand around his neck and the other dangling Steve. "I see dessert right here."

Steve protests but you know he's also playing it up. You both have safe words, could use them and both giants would apologize and make sure you're okay. But he's not and you know you won't.

Billy chuckles, making your stomach flutter. "Feisty little thing, isn't he." And opens wide and flicks his tongue to draw the tiny's legs into his mouth.

Steve twists as Eddie's fingers let go. You barely register his blushing face, or his sputtering words. You can't tear your eyes away from the sight of Billy closing his lips and humming in pleasure. Steve disappeared so easily behind those lips - a fact that leaves you rooted in place. You're glad you're sitting down; by the way your knees go weak you know you would've fallen if you hadn't been.

You can't see, but you know from the way Billy's jaw shifts that Steve's being hopelessly battered by that massive tongue. If you were closer you'd hear his muffled shouts. You know that from experience.

Billy's eyes are closed in bliss, but you can feel Eddie's gaze burning onto you. It's all so sudden, so intense, reminding you just how helpless you are against the two. And then, Eddie's head is turning to the side, a movement so miniscule you wouldn't see it if you weren't so tiny. But you still can't look away, so you see divots forming as the metalhead everso gently tightens his grip of Billy's neck.

"Swallow."

Your stomach drops. Billy's gulp goes straight to your chest. You can't see it - Eddie's hand is covering it, but you know by the grin forming that the giant can feel the lump that is Steve going down. "Good boy."

Billy rumbles, licks his lips, but the loudest sound to you is your breathing. Icy blue eyes join big browns and your heart thumps painfully. Instinct wants you to run - your quiet mind refuses to connect the signals.

Billy coos softly. "Well would ya look at that…”

You can't even yelp as you're plucked up. All that comes out is a strangled squeak; tiny and pitiful and laced with fear. You wonder if it gets lost in the quiet, but no. Billy's voice is so soft as he asks, "Did you think we forgot about you?"

There's a pause. They're waiting for your answer, you realize. And you could do it. You could safe word out, but you don't know if you want to. You loved being teased and manhandled, but it's a bit too much. Your mind is disconnected from your brain - words won't form. All you can manage is a hitched breath and a restless kick of your legs.

And then. And then! Eddie's leaning in and drawing your eyes to his soft gaze. And he's cooing in a way that makes you feel so small. "Oh~, I think they need me to be soft, don't you little one."

You don't know why, but relief floods through you. You find yourself nodding with a croaked whine. Another coo makes your stomach flutter. His hand comes near, and for a second you brace yourself to be grabbed. But no. His finger is outstretched and it's gently running down your cheek. You lean into it with a sigh. "I'm going to enjoy this."

The words make you perk up. Eddie's going to enjoy this. He's going to tuck you away and love having you inside. He always knew just how to calm you down.Eddie opens wide, letting you get a good look at his maw. He'd indulged you once; letting you explore and run your hands over every inch. The slimy texture of everything was off-putting at first, but soon became a comfort. He even let you fall asleep on his tongue with your arms wrapped around it. The familiar muscle rests behind two rows of teeth that frame his mouth perfectly to you.

Out of sight, Eddie taps Billy's thigh twice, a signal to start lowering you.Your anxiety settles as your feet hit his tongue. Nothing else matters. Nothing else could worry you. Eddie has you. He's kind enough to let you turn onto your stomach and spread your arms to prepare yourself. A pause, making sure you're settled, then the light fades as Eddie closes his maw.

You're carefully pinned to the roof. The tongue shifts, dragging up a bit. Another, longer, then another, until he's built up a steady rhythm. It grinds against you, forcing the air from your lungs and soothing the aches in your body until you feel like putty. A soft moan vibrates around you and rests in your bones. Your heart settles. You're glad Eddie's enjoying this as much as you are.

Twice you're pinned in place as he swallows around you. Normally he'd be rolling you into a cheek and sucking on you like a jawbreaker. He'd be holding you between his teeth and lightly pressing, plopping you at the front and lapping relentlessly. He'd be making all types of noises as he let you know how wonderful you tasted. But he promised to be soft, so he'll taste you here.

One more round, and now he's tilting his head back. Outside of view he's grabbing Billy's hand, shocking him out of teasing the tiny in his belly, putting it to his throat and swallowing deeply. Relentless muscles push you down, and Billy marvels at the little bump under his palm as you're sent down into Eddie's storage stomach.

The walls welcome you. Soft and squishy, covered in a slime that would fade in time, they catch you and cradle you like you're something precious.

You sink into the folds, your sigh of happiness drowned by Eddie's noise of content. The chamber sits on top of his real stomach, and already you can hear the grumbles and groans that'll accompany you to sleep.

All of a sudden it caves in. The ceiling and floor squishes you between then, making a shocked laugh bubble out of you. Eddie's rubbing his stomach and groaning dramatically. "Now that was delicatible."

There's a pause, then all of a sudden Eddie's cackling. "Says the guy who says 'heebie jeebies'!"

Rolling your eyes, you settle in. You know they'll be up for a while, they're probably gonna watch a movie. It doesn't matter. Eddie'll keep you safe, won't let anything bother you.

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Kit Harington imagine part 2

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Friend from seven seas away and seven summers ago visited to return my pin and remind me why our love will never die

He came one day in january or was it december

I dont know. I dont count my mistakes anymore

He came with cold bite northern clutch

He came to wish me merry christmas

But we both knew he was carrying velvet box that became part of his every pocket

He still looks for me in crowds and next to him when lonliness hits, he upturned entire garden and smashed all mirrors in home that is more sanctuary than paradise, but still he hasnt found origin nor end of his anger carved in plaster of fustration peeling layers funny how once it finds soil you can never get to the bottom of it despite being the host. You feed your insanity because it keeps you from losing it all together, madness is not product; its perpetuer that gave name to reaction of defying to succumb to ilogic in matrix, bear the name of enemy trick to outcast the unwanted in system more easily. Am i being too harsh? Who would love me with mindset that sees fire under snow, enemies in parents, friends in taken, home in forest, liberation in thunder, imagination as only religion that can deliver, rhymes as confessions of unspoken sacred poem why you cant see vials are not only way to bleed the person and leave a heart dry cooled off skeletonial construction a churred hull nothing can grow from no one to call it a home. I am exiled from my own heart. ( i listened to others too much and wrote not enough lock picks to get me out of prison my mind fortified around who i am. who are we? Slimy grey liquer they pick apart under microscope or etheral reflection of stars? I have to be more than this materalisation of doomed for failure)

He had big fireplace. We used to sit there on thick plush carpet pondering over meaning of it all. Him drinking, me watching his throat move with every gulp, high on sadness. Mind you, i didnt know david yet, nor his metaphorical perfection eclipsed my every romance thought. Kit was everything i wasnt, yet my stream of conscious always met his; i watched him with adoration that comes when you are exposed to art for the first time. I went to museums before, but I was never allowed this close. Sometimes we would be joined by other fallen fellows. And we would drink for all the lovers who will never return affection for pain of loving them in silence. No one ever cared for my heart enough to show me love can be burden divided. Meeting them, showed me happy endings live on screen and in pages that dont spill in reality that is same losing sanity game for most people. Only reason there wasnt shortage of bandages, was because we were all liars, inheriteted strategies, hiding the wound smilling while bleeding, sooner die than let someoe see. But he saw me.

My best friend alex was dead for some time when my first friend came to our northern town. It was seventeenth day of christmas, harbour cafe bars were adorned in fairy lights, carols were mixing with generic mandatory christmas pop songs down the street, cinamon and clover drifting from patiseries on corners, ships and gullys christms trees wraped at bottom with blanket of frozen sea that will keep them stuck here in this fairytale wilderness till spring awakens with yawn that will run cracks along sleeping hardened earth and everybody will throw away their coats elsewhere in the world but not here, here cold lives with us, in cracks on pavement and drinks served with mittens.

He wonders if thats all thats left of me, if i took it little to literelly, to settle in place and make it home, lose yourself so they like you or go where they are like you.

I never told him about alex. He heard i moved on replaced our love with new friends, and i still dont know if i broke his heart when he told me to move on and i didnt fight for him to stay, he told me to be happy to find another crowd and i let him go like he didnt teach me meaning of patient love.

He was wrong. I didnt become cold. It claimed me before we parted ways. But my past is now under frozen slates of harbour and i would do everything so spring never comes; my past is burried in grave in forest that still sings hymes to my crimes; my past is more me than i am me today. I am ruthless wind he leaves windows open when blowing, because he likes the sound of things shattering, it muffles the wails of his heart that lies in pieces; i am words my father is horrified to hear and in his ignorance that he graces me with calls them bullshit, while i pour my heart out of every truth because lies have pulled the rope too tight around my throat around my mind around my heart i am running in circles so i write write write get it all out hoping one day words will get me out of my head and into sunlight that wont hurt; i am my enemy and i hate both of them.

He was in jacket and his curls were wild and untamed. We met in the middle of the street, greeting with usual teasing like no time has passed at all. Even then i knew time didnt steer him right into my path by pure coincadance. I was mad, you see. My mind tortured by reality it didnt recognize as authority over its wandering nature that seized every moment to escape in carefully created daydream retreat that had its foundations planted on drive home from party where boy with curls another kid that didnt believe anymore in happy endings, got so wasted that he never again remembered how he changed my life with just one conversation.

He had his demons. And i was getting familiar with knowledge they come in various shapes, and that no one escapes their acquantace; he tried to drown them. I never fully understood depth of misery that can carve a home in every surface underneath skin, settle there and dig further into essence of your being, with every hit more desperate to get to the heart where child hides, until alex died and i was left with his and mine demons and they were one and the same; where kit was my tragic counterpart whose sadness and anger matched mine if not in level of poisoning yet, in lonliness we exiled ourselves when we realised we are becoming poison ourselves; alex was romantic notion life can get better if you surround yourself with people who are in sync with your heart, who know not to leave you alone when you withdraw.

Kit knew when i needed silence; but alex knew i needed life too.

He said i left my pin at his place all those years ago and that he thought i should have it back. Or he just needed excuse to see me. He could've gone further north and see polar lights if he needed to feel me.

"i am not going up there again. Besides, you arent spirit yet."

Yet, i bet i haunt his dreams neverthless.

I turn my attention to golden pin i started turning over in my hand, inspecting siides like its not memento i used to keep on a bedside cupboard for years, just so I don't have to meet his teddy bear gaze. I cant afford to go back there. Cheap prop replica from some book series popular while i was still in school. More than a fandom triffle.

Relic of hope.

He carries shadow in his pockets, i have then too many to tell when one leaves me. Is love I stomped out under northern lights, somewhere out there or still in us?

He closed my fingers over it with his and held them there then pulled me in bearhug. He still smells like home.

We walked around town, christmas market and tivoli lights, shoulders brushing, pin heavy in pocket of my coat, Christmas carols and cinnamon in air, I don't remember he ever came to visit me back in day when I was just designated driver and he was the cool kid who befriended me.

II.

"Can i stay with you?" I whisper.

"Always" cookies are brittle i can hear him chewing on bite. Box between us is almost empty. I can see blades of grass underneath plastic bottom.

"I-" I have no where else to go.

"I know."

Ofc he does.

Past remembers its scars.

Your pain recognizes mine

"I left all my words with you"

"I came to remind you that words arent expendable goods."

Now he is talking funny. Like we arent living in the same world. "Words arent goods. No one wants to trade with them anymore."

"You call yourself ruthless. Be imposer, make them obey new rules."

"Its too late for revolutions"

"Its never too late for new ideas"

"I dont want to wait till I am one step from grave to make my name; i want to enjoy my fame. I want to enjoy life, is that too much human asks for on only planet it can survive?"

"Maybe there is reason why no other bio system wants us"

"Do you think they are so inhospitable because we lived on all those places already and ruined them like we are doing to earth, but cant remember for some reason?"

He turns all the way on his side to look at me. We are laying in patch of meadow left behind alex's old house now empty but for couple of bird nests under roof and broken windows, shards of remaining glass like jaws standing on guard clinging on frame warning signs little too late.

yesterday there were six teeth in downstair frame now there are four, three on porch where there were five two nights ago, none left in doors. I count every change knowing damn well nothing will change. But birds built a nest, badger was on windowsill couple of days ago, and branches started to enter thtough upstairs bedroom window that used to be his sister's.

Will his family ever call again? Will they ever know it ruined me to lose him? Will i ever grow bigger than my pain, or kit's tangable grief for my tragedies i make myself go through just to feel something, for who i used to be and who i have become, grief i feel is treathning to spill but he keeps it to himself for my sake, because there is box in his pocket that i cursed, coffin will rot, diamonds are forever, i should have known before i created his burden; will his grief be echo i will never outrun, only partner in crime, whisper mocking my shadow even in darkest places, forever would take to dismantle the pity behind the mask and they would still bring it up in eulogy to kill me one last time; Is grief only kind of tree that will ever surrand me in any forest i run to; i want to pin him to ground catch him off guard hit him until i beat that pity out of his warm brownies and melted choclated chip eyes that were never supposed to be found by prophectic lies my demons spread around, they were never supposed to locate that corner of my mind, my sadness was never supposed to grow bigger than his, he was the one who was supposed to save me when tide got too rough pull me out bring me back with his breath in my lungs, not show up from nowhere one ordinary winter afternoon after no call for years, ghost of christmas except this is the season i love the most, and he came to take away my fairy lights too early, he showed up like some king of north in black tight jeans and black jacket and black curls glistening on icy sun that puts jewels in his eyes, to tell me he is cutting the tie, all wrapped in his sad puppy smirk a charm i ripped away ftom my bracelet and now he is paying me back for thinking i can just kill part of myself without holding a funeral and writing an eulogy worth a dime or two or seven, no one will understsnd i want to tell him no one was there but he thrusts my pin in my hand and choice of words takes me back when he made love to me in one of alternative endings i created by sheer power of will to banish his pieces scatter our sin so he can never again haunt me in all his glory, dreams devoid of his warmth, imposed detachment, and did i save my sanity? I found new faces to finish me, argubly they took up where he leff off, for he loved me too much to ruin me when there was still enough hope i could become something more; all the names that took his place at table, gave me fairytales and adventures he never belived in, respite i needed, my indulgment was my ruination for i lost the grip on anything real, to run away from sorrowful conversations, to dance at parties and be crowned as kings and queens of town of my dreams, but he put himself back together to remind me everything needs to be immortalised in reality if i wish to stay hidden in my mind.

"Your mind is gold pot. Exploit the depths and wonders of your mine. "

"i am trying. Is that why you came? To guilt trip me?"

Of course he lays claim on my royalties. He created me, my madness, this frantic writing that never meets ending, all the ideas and pieces of conversations burried in piles of notes that mount to nothing because my mind is wounded animal running from society on too many places in same time, standing in front of his doors walking away letting myself in after he leaves i lay on carpet he changed nothing room is cold memories are charred coal in fireplace i just want his skin on mine as close as it gets i dont want to be myself make me forget i am real.

"I dont know where you are going with this" crow flew over us, it didn't even screech and I wondered what we look like to her; two bodies sprawled in grass, admiring sky, two skeletons with beating heart and tummies full of cookies and gummy bears, two humans: too big of a bite or not worth the bother?

"You got rusted"

He never misses the beat. "You havent used me in a while"

"There were others"

"You need to stop. This convo has run its course"

"I cant. i promised myself i will finish this tonight"

"Who am i if i dont write?"

He echoes my thoughts then settles with arm under his head staring back at stars above that dont care if we make it or die in sleepy towns working dead end jobs just to get money that will never be enough to pay for a new life somewhere far away where dreams lead the way.

Sky got painted over and stars vanished from outline.

"I am scared kit."

"We all are, kid"

"You wanted to shag me. I am not kid"

"I wanted to marry you too"

"They are all kids, those boys i imagine to help myself fall asleep. They never know me"

"Do you know yourself?"

"Does anyone?"

"Pondering over existential questions is surely not going to clear the picture"

I lost my best friend, kit! I want to scream in his stupid smug face. I want to know why! Not everyrhing is about you having superiror insight to backstage of all the revelations just so you can call quits on all your emotions you dont want to face and call them all bs because you are just as immuture as me and you wish happy endings exist but you prefer to live in pain because you are afraid of change and everyone is loser to you if they care because you kit, you are afraid to love and let yourself feel smth unless you know you can win!

Hello, i am your mirror. Glad we got here finally.

Car ride candies left on seat liquor in veins neon road you kissed me dont you remember we caught a taste of happy ending for passing second devoured by time, am I selfish for calling you out or you are for coming back around just when I thought I was getting better?

"I am scared there will come a day when you wont come right away"

"Past never forgets"

"But humans do"

"I am not real, y/n"

"I am talking about myself"

"Your dreams are entangled with thought of me; i have showed you how it can be, you cant forget what makes your soul alive"

I play with pin in my hand, caress the outlines, ridges and edges, my fingers remember the pattern the hope the comfort

But i dont feel the spark

World is as it is

Empty without my friend

"Here you can have it", i hold the golden thing in air between us. I see top of trees through tarnished circlet, i see myself flying away carried by the winds that tell me of my friend's last words, i see releasing those in my head, i see saving everyone left, i see peace clearer than ever.

"It kept me safe, now is your turn"

Save me i think the world is slipping from underneath me

Why does everything new feels like end of world, tell me i can bring myself with me wherever i go tell me i dont have to leave myself behind tell me its one thing that never changes tell me i can carry myself along until i become the most free version of myself tell me my life is not over yet tell me i am not dead just because things change tell me its just a start tell me i will get out eventually tell me you will be there on both sides.

He takes my head between his palms like he always did, and places a kiss on my forehead, and as i am falling into him for the last time, i find it funny how body remembers what heart had to kill to stop thinking about, shooting all the stars from the sky to put what it wants the most on the furthest shelf away from itself, my beautiful love will my heart when it hears yours finally know answer to why when the path is right, it gets twisted and complicated why then monsters wake up and forest gets dark?

He holds me and we stay that way while world is crying out its last but we know too much by now to help and prolong its death; let it go to sleep, let us be at peace, with new dawn maybe some better world will be born. (in which i will be more than dissapointment)

He knows i cant hurt him, he knew it will take me this long to write it all down, he knows he can come back anytime, he knows my mind is too far gone for anyone to find me....so he lets me go at last.

When the first drop of rain hits his lips, he says "amen (go in peace)."

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

little mage bf eating his big buff knight bf?

Oh this is such a good idea.

"If you wouldn't run head-on into everything all the time, I wouldn't be out of mana right now!" the mage demands as him and his boyfriend, a large and burly knight in partial armor compared to his short and stout stature hidden in robed, walk down a path between towns.

"You don't even having a healing potion on you..?" the knight grumbles, trudging behind his boyfriend. He'd been roughed up pretty badly after an encounter with some bandits. "And you know you can't take a punch yourself."

"That's not the point--I'm drained after keeping you healed in that fight. If I want more mana for healing magic, I'm going to need a large source of life energy at this point." His stomach lets out a quiet grumble, reminding him he hasn't had a good meal for a while, either. "...as a matter of fact, you'd top me off just fine."

The knight lets out a groan. "Again..? I'm sore enough already, you know how rough your stomach gets."

"Hey, I'll be topped off on my mana and you'll have a chance to rest. Isn't that what you want?"

"You won't forget to reform me this time, will you? Last time, it took you a month to remember you had left me on your hips."

The mage huffs and crosses his arms. "Do you want your heal or not? This is the best you get because the next down is a day's walk away."

The knight lets out another groan. They've had this same conversation many times, and like every time, the knight knew he was going to relent. "Let's make this quick then. We should start carrying around extra team members so you have more disposable mana pools."

"Oh, but none of them will be as good at being my food then you." The mage's tone was much softer now as he reaches up to cup the knight's face, bringing it down to his level. He plants a kiss on the cool metal before his jaws open impossibly wide and he shovels the entire head into his jaws, helmet and all. The mage would normally spend time tasting over the bulky meat of his boyfriend, but in all honesty, he wanted to get to town and relax in a tavern for the night so he simply starts to gulp and slurp him down. Even with how fast he's working over it, getting to taste over the man's exposed flesh--his thick chest, soft stomach, and muscular arms and legs--was still a delight.

The mage starts walking as he flicks his head back, slurping down the bottom half of his legs. His stomach hangs before him, pushing out from his robes to show the very distinct shape of the large knight curled up inside. A booming belch rumbles from the mage as he continues waddling along the path. "Enjoy your stay, my love. If you survive the trip to town, I'll make sure you're let out and I'll find another mana source." Despite saying that, they both knew he wouldn't last the trip.

By the time the mage reaches town, the sun has nearly vanished past the horizon. His stomach has fit nicely behind his robes again, merely a round orb that bounces and sloshed as he moves. "Still with me?" He squishes his staff into his gut, working up a bubbling belch that sends a helmet flying out of his jaws. "...mm, thought not~ Well, a room for one will be much cheaper, so I'll revive you in the morning...should I remember." He scoops up the helmet, sticking it on the top end of his staff as he walks to the tavern. He could use dinner--he's growing hungry again.

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Hey there, Can you write for Andrew ! Peter Parker x reader smut?

Peter and y/n have vanilla and sweet sex.... Reader talks her best friend that she wants more kinky stuff, praising her by tell good girl etc., with Peter....

Peter accidentally hears the conversation and grins , plans for the big night and have kinky sex with the reader

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Peter knew that he shouldn’t have eavesdropped but with his heightened sense of hearing, he couldn’t help himself. Especially when he heard the words-

“I want him to fuck me until I see stars,” you sighed, looking to your best friend through the face-time call. “You know? Like I wanna be looking at the whole solar system,”

“Honey, I do know,” they sigh as they watched you roam around your kitchen. “Maybe you should tell him,” they suggested with a shrug.

“And possibly make him think like he isn’t doing enough?” you gasp, “I would never. Peter is great during sex but I want something more. I shouldn’t push it though,” you explain.

“Your loss babe, healthy relationships call for communication,” they remind as your boyfriend listened quietly. “Unless you’re hella kinky-”

“-I am not!” you defend, washing the dishes.

“That’s what a hella kinky person would say,” they joked, “What’s stopping you from telling him? How bad is it?” they ask.

“Well...” you pondered at looked at the kitchen cingle for a good second, “I want him to tell me how I make him feel-you know-and maybe let me wear his hand like a necklace. Get a little rough,” you say.

“That’s not bad. You got me thinking that you had some intricate BDSM kink or something,” they laughed.

...

Fancy sit-down restaurants weren’t really your’s and Peter’s ideal date. So he suggested that you snuck pizza into the movie theater don’t ask why or how, just know that it worked. He wasn’t telling you what movie you were going to watch and that you’d have to figure it out yourselves.

“Tickets?” the employee asked and Peter held out his phone with the bar-code on it. “Fifty Shades of Grey. Theater three on your left. Enjoy the movie!” they nodded awkwardly.

“I didn’t know that you wanted to see fifty shades,” you oohed quietly as he wrapped an arm around your frame.

“Didn’t know you’d be so excited to watch it,” he points out, making you blush in embarrassment.

As the movie played, Peter smirked at how you shifted slightly in your seat whenever the main characters got a little freaky. Or the way you bit your lip when something suggestive was mentioned.

He noticed the way your breathing hitched when they kissed. The way your hand gripped the arm rest. Peter knew damn well that you were horny as hell.

>>>

After heading back to the apartment and kicking off your shoes, you turned to look at your boyfriend in the doorway. You weren’t sure as to why he was so quiet after the movie and or why he was acting somewhat odd.

“I saw how eager you were to touch yourself,” he says, pushing himself off the wall. “So flustered. You didn’t know what to do, huh?” he asked as he approached you.

“Peter what-“ you were at a loss of words, “What’re you talking about?”. you played clueless and took Peter’s hands in yours.

“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about,” he remarks a bit quieter, then his hands began trailing up your arms, to your shoulder, until they rested on your collarbone. “You have five seconds to tell me what you want. Or I’m going to leave you with your pretty little legs, soaking wet.” he warns.

As Peter held up a third finger, you gulped before saying, “I want you to fuck me,”

His hand then found its place, around your neck as the other swiftly lifted you off the ground. Slamming you against the wall, you gasped before feeling his lips attach to yours.

Peter was usually slow pace and sensual but he got you out of your clothes and didn’t waste a second. A moan slipped from your mouth once your eyes caught eye of his massive erection. Biting your lip, you gasped at the feeling of him teasingly rub the tip against your folds.

“Babe please,” you begged and felt your eyes rollback at the feeling of him filling your hole effortlessly. “Fuck-“ you say, trying to muffle your moans with the back of your hand.

“No, I want to hear all your pretty noises,” Peter smirked and moved your hand away. “God, you’re such a good girl,” he groaned as you called out his name.

With his cock hammering into your g-spot, you were already catching glimpses of the stars. He hit that spot repeatedly, seeing how your tight cunt squeezed around him.

The way your tits bounced with every thrust made him go crazy. Taking one into his hand, his fingers gently pinched your nipple. You let a pornographic moans once his lips began sucking on them.

Running through his hair, your eyes shut at the knot forming in your stomach. “Peter I wan-“ you began to whine but his grip grew tighter.

“Say it louder,” he ordered, “I’m not gonna let you cum until you do,” he threatens, stopping his thrusts completely.

“Peter I want to cum!” You pleaded but he still didn’t budge. “Please let me cum-PETER!” you shouted as he pulled out before slamming back in.

“Open your eyes,” he says as they shut. “Now,” you choked out another moan as your climax approached. “That’s it,” he chuckled once your legs began to tremble.

You were coming fast and hard. The feeling of Peter’s seed mixing your juices only made you moan louder. Resting his head against yours, your boyfriend came up with an idea.

“Wanna do that again?” he asks.

...

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Dᴀʙɪ, Bᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ, Sʜɪɢᴀʀᴀᴋɪ, Aɪᴢᴀᴡᴀ

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Dᴀʙɪ: (cw: squirting, overstim)

He'll fuck you until you're trembling, just begging for him to cum already, throat soar from whining on his cock for hours on end.

Dabi can last long, sometimes too long. He'll have you twitching and crying, squirming when his thumb meets your clit again. It's not like he didn't cum either, he probably filled you up once or twice, dick still terribly hard but equally sore and flaming red from how long he's been slamming it in and out of your pussy. This happens when he's frustrated, generally pent up and it just happens that fucking you makes him feel better.

With one final tap to your clit, you're squirting, back arching and nails digging into your own palm, his chest getting soaked and abs glistening while they flex. He's so close, the pleasure too much that he's not even sure he can cum.

"No more! Fuck, no more" you're panting and clenching your legs shut, his cock slowly sliding out of you. Your limbs feel sore, incapable of moving another inch while you take deep breaths, hands relaxing to reveal small moon-like creases you gave to yourself.

You can feel the bed dipping and then there's a hand on your jaw, gently turning your face to the side.

"Open up" his voice is soft, but not any less demanding, his tip nudging past your lips. You open your jaw slack, closing your eyes. His length fills your mouth, your drool smearing down your lips and across your cheek before staining the sheets. His cock sinks further, filling up your throat. You try to breathe around it, gagging and spluttering but he keeps still, giving u time to fix your breathing, pulling out only a bit to let the air pass to your lungs.

"You good?" and you have to think for a moment before humming, relaxing further when his hands move to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair.

"I'll try to be quick...take a deep breath come one..." he coos, and you know better than to not listen to his advice. As soon as he sees your chest rising, he's slamming as far as he can go, his balls flush against your face. He's cursing and groaning, humping the depths of your throat, holding your head in place. You're coughing, thinking about reaching to grab his hand, but you decide to hold on.

"That's it, fuck that's it, so close I promise..." he rushes out, the slapping of his skin against yours speeding up. You're almost passing out but there's a deep growl, and then there are hot splashes coating the back of your throat, your mouth suddenly empty while you swallow what you can, coughing out what wouldn't go down. He helps you up, a hand petting your back. You clean the mix rushing down your chin with the back of your wrist, palm opening up to catch the spit falling from your lips.

It takes you a few minutes and Dabi waits, an apologetic look on his face while he watches you struggle. You can speak up but you terribly want to, words coming out scrambled and broken up. Dabi's hand holds your cheek, letting you nuzzle against it.

"Too far?" he asks, worried. His warm hand finds your throat, trying to ease some of the pain with his quirk, suiting your muscles.

You try to shake your head "no". It was almost too much, dangerously close to it too, but your heart is full, body relaxing while Dabi takes care of you, cleaning you up and tucking you against his chest. After a few minutes, you're not sure if you fell asleep or not but you open your eyes, watching the way Dabi's fingers dance across your arm. You move it just a bit until your fingers interlace with his, falling back into the daze and eventually falling asleep

Bᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ: (cw: none)

He's very rough but also very scared to hurt you.

Making him do anything unsafe is close to impossible and you respect that, you do. However you never saw him losing his mind, you never saw him fully letting go and fuck is it tempting. Even when he's angry he's still cautious. You fucked him silly but never fucked him stupid.

Finally, he's laying on his back, moving the hair from your face while you suck him off, saying dirty shit that makes you squeeze your legs together. Your hands are plastered over his meaty thighs, squeezing and gripping as you work him down your throat. He's timing your breathing, pulling you off every once in a while to let you rest.

"Relax" you whisper, circling your tongue over his flushed tip, flattening it against the slit while you look at him through your eyelashes. You're confident, and he caves quickly, letting you do your thing when he rests his head back against the pillows, closing his eyes.

You worship his cock, kissing and mouthing every inch, massaging the drool into his balls and squeezing every so often. He's not particularly loud during those, apart from the occasional praise he gives, humming to let you know you're making him feel good. You're going too slow and he's oh so gently raising his hips to meet your mouth, feet digging into the mattress. You keep him desperate, slipping your lips on and off his cock, watching him fuck the air each time his cock gets exposed to it, chasing the warmth of your throat.

It's not until you mumble a demanding "Go on" that you take him all the way in, waiting for him to move. He's not doing anything for a while, until he gets the memo, carefully rolling his hips, bucking off the bed. You're humming, throat vibrating each time he goes a little harder, urging him on. It takes a few minutes for him to let go and get into the rhythm, sloppily fucking your throat, eyes half-lidded to watch you. He didn't know he would get so terribly horny by watching you struggle, eyes glossy, the choking sound making him want to go harder, slam it down your throat until your eyes roll back into your head. He can't keep his mind from wandering, swallowing up by the image, feeling the coil in his stomach start to unroll.

You briefly put your hands on his hips, stroking his sides and following the motion of his thrusts, bobbing your head to meet him halfway. You can feel him twitch in your mouth, and when he breathes out "cumm-ghh" you pull off a bit, the first wave of cum falling on your tongue, a few smaller ones following soon after.

Aɪᴢᴀᴡᴀ:(cw:facesitting)

Your pussy is spread open, gushing and leaking onto his tongue while you jerk his cock, pumping the length in your hand with great care, movement slowed down so that you can selfishly roll your hips just right, thighs squeezing his head.

He keeps you open with his thumbs, nose buried in your cunt as he laps at your clit, suckling and twirling the nub in his mouth. He's grabbing fistfuls of your ass, trying to get all of your weight on him, pawing and kneading at it, a disapproving huff rushing through his muffled lips. You decide to indulge him dropping all your weight, chest bubbly to hear his satisfied groan, veins of his cock twitching in your palm.

You open your mouth vide, swallowing around his length with practiced ease, your hand moving from his base once it's fully inside. Like on cue, his strong muscular legs hook around your neck, pressing until your nose is mushed against his balls. A small part of you is thankful that he always takes thorough showers after training, but an embarrassingly large one wants to be consumed by the disgusting sweaty musk you can only imagine while you bury your face further between his legs.

Neither of you have much space to move, settling for just trying to reach and be closer to each other. Aizawa closes his lips over your cunt, mouth full as he swallows and gulps like he can't get enough, adrenaline pumping through him when he starts to feel a bit dizzy. You wrap your arms around his thighs, the position straining on both of your muscles, the burning sensation letting you know that you only have so much time until you're both at your limit.

Lazy rolls turn into hurried humps, your pussy chasing his tongue until it's just in the right place, tummy clenching from the surges of pleasure , His head rising off the bed so that he can press his tongue harder. You can feel your throat burning already and you get excited just by thinking about not being able to swallow food or drinks without being reminded of tonight.

He knows your body inside and out, knows that you're about to cum by the smallest movement of your hips and spine, ready to feel it so closely. He's only waiting for it, holding in his release just because he's so stuck on never cumming first, not wanting to miss you reaching your high, your moans and whines while your whole body moves and shakes, wave after wave surging to your fingertips and toes, forcing them to clench and curl.

He releases down your throat when you squeeze your legs around his ears, the first jolt of your body followed by his, cum pooling at the base of his cock. He cums like a bull, and unless your holes are plugged up, it's gonna seep out, you can't even swallow in time, gulps too big to handle, especially in a position like this one.

His legs slowly uncurl, freeing you and letting you slay down next to him. You can hear colors and you can see the sounds, mind on a beautiful vacation, not useful for a single thing. At least for half an hour.

Sʜɪɢᴀʀᴀᴋɪ:(cw:noncon, piss, mindbreak, humiliation, kidnapping)

He'll throw you on the ground, make you kiss his cock , make you beg to ruin your voice for weeks. He'll slap it against your cheek, smearing his tip all over your face and covering it in pre.

Pulling on your hair, forcing your lips open and already starting a quick pace. You can only try to push him away, arms too weak to do anything to help yourself. He doesn't want you to lose consciousness tho, snapping you off of his length for only a brief moment.

"Breathe whore, you're useless to me if you can't even suck a cock" you can barely breathe out of fear tho, four fingers tightening around your already bruised neck. Then he's pumping in and out of your mouth, slapping your cheek whenever you try to bare your teeth to make him flinch away, truth to be told he barely feels it he just wants an excuse to hit those plump cheeks. You hate yourself for not trying harder, but one can only have so much strength before giving up.

Your hair feels like it's gonna rip away from your skull, so you have no choice than to close your eyes and relax, slouching on the floor and letting him use your throat, hoping he'll get there faster.

He's not a fan of that, your chocked-up sounds noticeably disappearing when you find a way to get some air through your nose. It wouldn't be that easy, you should've known, two fingers stopping your airflow, causing spit to gush out of your mouth as your throat flexes and battles against his dick. He feels generous today.

It feels like you're dreaming when he finally lets you go, immediately fisting his cock in front of your face, aiming for your pretty eyes. Your eyelashes look beautiful, wet from tears, making them stand out better, more gorgeous...

He hates pretty things. He wants to defile them, make them as disgusting and monstrous as he is, the urge to ruin everything that dares be better than him.

You manage to close them in time, white painting your eyelids and forehead, some of it getting in your hair. He's finished with a sigh, tapping his tip to your lips before taking a step back. You're about to thank God that it's all over until you can feel the warmth hitting your tits, and then the smell hits you, causing you to curl up in yourself. It's not happening, there's no way in hell this is happening. You feel sick to your stomach, nails scraping against the floor until they break off, the sting not making you react at all, only focused on the sizzling sound and a satisfied moan in the background.

You lost the last ounce of dignity you had, brain shutting down while you just sit there, staring at the piss dripping down your thighs and your pussy, later hitting the floor and pooling on the cheap wood. Your eyes are wide, emotionless, robbed of the last spark they held. They're open now but you can't see a thing, everything seems to come to a stop.

You might hear the laugh before a door is slammed and locked, but you're not so sure anymore, falling unconscious in the cold room.

I pinkie promise to edit this in the morning bc my eyes r literally closing as I write. Who tf knows what I just blabbered on here but it's an adventure right. Is it gonna be a "you're/your" mess up, maybe? A plot hole...very likely. ooc...who cares, I do not believe in canon anyways😌

I feel like I made them all nut so fast but, more cummies the better I guess. ALSO ANON THANK YOU, I WOULDNT HAVE KNOW THAT THE ❤️‍🔥 EMOJI EXISTED IF IT WERENT FOR THIS ASK

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[absolutelyfizzing]

unwanted feelings

james potter x reader

description - You'd had a crush on James Potter for years and when he kisses Lily Evans in front of you, you are heart broken. Later you find that he didn't actually feel as you expected and he explains himself.

warnings - some angst, unsure reader, fem pronouns, self doubt, negative self talk, not eating for a day cause reader is avoiding someone

word count - 2800

A/N - so this one isn't my best work by far but i wrote it so looks like its getting posted. i don't know why all of my reader inserts lately are so fem and sort of bubbly, i guess it's sort of what i'm aiming for for myself right now but i'm sorry if it maybe isn't coming off as relatable.

MASTERLIST

Your throat tightened in anxiety as you watched James zoom around the pitch. He was reckless when he was playing quidditch and it was one of the things that made him great at the game and an excellent captain. It was also the thing that nearly gave you a heart attack every time you watched him play. You went to every one of his games and you always wore something of his with his colors when you were in the stands. You were stood up on your seat and a slightly bored looking Remus sat to your right, reading from a book you didn't recognize. You'd thought that Sirius playing would be enough to keep him interested but sports was just not something he enjoyed watching. You were usually that way as well but whenever James was playing, suddenly you were the most intent spectator in the stands.

You were more worried than you should have been. More worried than what was appropriate for a friend to be. That's what you were, friends. That had been reinforced many times by the shaggy haired boy and you tried desperately to get it through your head before you embarrassed yourself one of these days. Sometimes though, you just couldn't help it.

Really you might have thought he reciprocated if you didn't know any better. You often got comments on what an attractive couple you guys were but each time it was quickly corrected by James. Normally along the lines of 'Oh god no, we are just friends. Purely platonic' , sometimes followed by a shudder or a gag even. It upset you every time to no end but you played along. You rarely, if ever, contributed to the shooting down of any feelings but that was never noticed by the man you had feelings for.

You'd had a crush on him since you were probably in your second year and now you were coming to the middle of your seventh. There were a million times that you almost said something but every time there was a reminder that you were not the one he had eyes for. It usually took the shape of disgust at the thought of dating you or commentary as he pined over the Evans girl who you felt you could never compete with. How could you when she was just perfect. You saw her to the left of you as she stood in the stands as well and your hands shook with insecurity before looking back toward the game. Your heart raced nearly as quickly as James did around the pitch and you prayed that the snitch would be caught soon so that you could get rid of the stress surrounding you. You felt a hand on your right shoulder and you looked over to find Remus had stood and was looking at you caringly.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" He asked softly and you tried your very best to soften your gaze and calm your stance so you appeared less concerned with someone that you shouldn't have that much interest in in the first place.

"Of course I am. When am I not?" You smiled before looking out at the pitch.

"When youre watching the guy you're in love with play a dangerous game that you don't like." He stated simply in response to the question you meant to be rhetorical and your eyes widened.

"I don't know what youre talking about." You nearly whispered and Remus smiled.

"I'm not gonna tell anyone Y/N but its not exactly subtle. It probably doesn't help that I know the look on your face because it's how I feel too watching Sirius play." He was still smirking but your anxiety was far from eased.

"Oh god, does he know?" You asked scaredly, terrified that the answer would be yes and you would have to stop spending time with him.

"Shockingly, no." You sighed out in relief but Remus continued. "You should tell him though or else he might end up moving on."

"What do you mean? There's nothing for him to move on from. Everyone knows he's in love with Evans and he has made it pretty clear that he is opposed to being anything more than a friendly relationship with me." You choked out, struggling with the words leaving your lips but knowing them to be true.

"I mean he has a minor crush on Evans but it's nothing compared to the annoyingly huge crush he has on you. He's probably just overcompensating for the fact that he's insecure and doesn't want you to reject him."

"Why are you telling me this?" You asked sincerely. You were friends with Remus as you were with the rest of the marauders but it was nothing compared to the friendship they held within their group. You knew Remus was more loyal to James than to you so you couldn't understand why, if it was true, Remus would be telling you at all.

"Because he is trying desperately to move on seeing as he is under the impression that you aren't into him and I'd hate to see him throw something away that could be really good for him." Remus smiled gently and you looked at him gratefully.

"I really appreciate you telling me and all but I just don't think I can believe you. I can't even count how many times he has made a big show of not liking me. I love him too much to ruin what we have and I know that if I confessed and it went bad that I would lose him all together. I would rather have him in my life in a way that hurts than not have him in it at all." You stated sadly and Remus sighed but nodded in understanding.

"I get it but just know that I'm being honest and pretty soon he is going to give up on it. I just want to see you both happy but if its too big of a leap, I understand. That's exactly the excuse he tells the rest of us too."

Suddenly cheers erupted from the stands, cutting your conversation with Remus off as everyone ran to rush the pitch. The snitch had been caught and gryffindor won. You were excited for James but you were also a little terrified to walk onto the pitch to see him with the now conflicted thoughts running through your head. Your thoughts were stopped by the image in front of you which was causing the whole crowd to cheer. James had pulled Lily Evans into a kiss in his excitement and your heart stopped. You felt nausea rise in your throat and Remus caught your eye with a sympathetic look. You didn't look at him for longer than a second and you ran off the pitch with tears streaming down your face. You found your way up to your dorm, pushing yourself to get there quickly before the common room filled with students celebrating their victory. James was always one to love attention so he would be getting crazy after the game which he did just about every time they won.

When you made it to your bed, you hurried under the covers, throwing the shirt you were wearing which belonged to James onto the floor. You felt your heart clench at the despair you felt. You wanted to be upset at Remus for getting your hopes up but you knew he was sincere in his want to help. Still you felt that you would probably not be able to face James in the weeks to come. Maybe, given a little time, you could be around him and not be upset at the world for taking away your chance with him. As you laid in your bed, you stared at the ceiling. You felt tears streaming down your face and you grew angry at yourself. He didn't owe you anything, he wasn't into you. That wasn't his fault and it was so unfair of you to expect anything more from him when your feelings were not his responsibility.

You weren't sure how long you laid there but you could hear the party start and end in the common room. It must have been late. Sleep wouldnt come though, you could just feel your heart continue to break and you were stuck in a loop of self pity. You made the decision that the following days would be spent away from James if you could at all help it. That was probably what he wanted anyway and it was the only way that you would get over the pain you were feeling. At some point your roomates entered your dorm and sleep overtook you for a few restless hours.

When you woke up, the sun was barely on the rise. You hurried up and got dressed and ready. You were planning on getting to breakfast early to avoid running into any of the marauders. You found your plans were not going how you wanted when you entered the great hall to find a head of red hair next to a mop of black. Your throat tightened and you quickly moved to turn and head out of the great hall. You heard a familiar voice call your name but you rushed out before you could give it too much thought. You knew that if you let him try to convince you, you would end up having a very upsetting breakfast with your best friend and his new lover. You would rather avoid breakfast.

Throughout the day, avoiding James was proving to be harder than you had thought it would be. You had many of your classes with him and you even sat next to him in a few. He was insistently trying to get you to open up about why you were suddenly so closed off to him but you remained shut off, reassuring him that nothing was wrong and you were just a little tired from the game the day before. You avoided lunch for the same reason as you had avoided breakfast and you felt yourself starting to get a bit lightheaded. Your afternoon was spent avoiding James but soon he was preoccupied with Lily anyway.

You were hid in a corner of the library when a cough alerted you of someone's presence. You looked up to find the very eyes you hadn't wanted to see.

You pushed it down with a gulp and smiled a bit at him, trying desperately to keep the tears at bay but they were growing harder to hold back after keeping everything pent up all day. It probably didn't help that you were hungry and therefor a bit more emotional. You could feel the tears sitting in your eyes, waiting for something to go wrong so they had an excuse to escape you.

"I don't know what I did wrong." He mumbled while looking at the floor in front of you and you took a deep breath.

"There's nothing wrong James, I promise. It's just been a long day." You smiled and your heart picked up speed.

"Since when did we lie to each other?" He questioned and your heart stopped. You were left unsure how to respond.

"Since the truth would cause more damage than good." You spoke honestly. At this he looked up at you and your eyes met. A tear left you and James immediately moved to comfort you but you tried to move away, standing quickly to evade him. You regretted it as spots filled your vision, the lack of food catching up to you. You know that you turned a bit green for a moment because James looked slightly scared.

"Y/N I dont know whats wrong but you look like you should be getting to the hospital wing. You don't look well."

Before you could answer you felt your vision blacken and your legs give out before your consciousness left you completely.

When you woke up, you knew you were in the hospital wing. It smelled sterile and the bed was stiff underneath you. When you started to wake madam pomfrey came to check on you.

"You can't go around with an empty stomach like that again, do you hear me?" She scolded, though her eyes were soft. You nodded solemnly. "I was alerted that you hadn't been to the great hall to eat all day, you have to know that isn't good for you. I'm gonna have a prefect watch out for you the next couple days to make sure you're eating at meal times. Understood?" She asked again and once more you nodded before leaning back and sighing. You looked at your surroundings and were surprised to see the black haired boy next to your bed fast asleep. Your heart took off again and you felt trapped by your environment. As anxiety swirled around in your chest, James had woken up a bit.

"You're awake." James sighed, laced with relief. You still wouldn't make eye contact with him.  You felt the bed dip as he sat on it and you looked up to watch him put his head in his hands as he leaned over. You felt guilt fill your chest more than it already had from hating that you felt any claim over the man in front of you. You knew you were in the wrong and the last thing you wanted was to cause him any pain. "Remus talked to me." He almost whispered.

At that moment, you wished you could have apparated to anywhere else in the world. You looked back down at your lap and tears were once again brought to your eyes. You felt betrayal that Remus would reveal your feelings to James.

"I'm sorry." You apologized and you fiddled with your fingers.

"Why are you the one apologizing, I'm the one whos behaved poorly." He assures and you shake your head.

"That's not fair to yourself. You're allowed to want to be with whomever you want and my feelings should have no effect on that. You've made it clear for years that you weren't interested in me and it is my fault that I couldn't take a hint. I'm so sorry." You gushed out and tears started to fall from your eyes. You felt James get up from your bed and you prepared him to leave but instead you felt arms wrap around you and a kiss came to your head.

"Y/N I have had feelings for you for years. I was just always too scared for myself to even consider that you might feel the same." He whispered out but you felt only a different kind of pain. Even though he had now admitted his feelings, he was still dating Lily. Not you. Almost as if he could hear your thoughts he spoke quietly. "I broke it off with Evans." You pulled away immediately.

"What? Why would you do that?" You asked quickly and before he had a chance to answer you feared the worst. "Oh god is it because of me? James please dont let my feelings have any bearing on who you want to date, I can't stand the thought of being the reason you broke up. Even if we do have feelings for each other, you deserve a chance with Lily if that's what you want."

"It was mutual, actually. She understood that I had feelings for you and she said she had a crush on someone else. It just seemed like I had kissed her a bit rashly on the quidditch pitch and we agreed that we shouldn't have gotten together in the first place. It was only a day anyway." He reassured as he explained himself and you calmed a bit.

"So what does this mean." You got out, almost inaudibly.

"It means that, if you'll have me, I'd like to take you out on a date." He stated as if it were the simplest thing in the world and you almost couldn't believe your ears. Before you were even thinking you were nodding quickly, causing spots to once again fill your vision and James grabbed your shoulders to stabilize you before you both laughed. He pulled you by your shoulders toward him and he caught your lips in a kiss that somehow expressed all of the years of repressed feelings. When he pulled away he smiled at you and sat back on your bed. He spent the rest of the day with you in the hospital wing talking about all of the places he was going to take you in the coming weeks.

[loveaffaire]

Love Language

Pairing: Boyfriend!Tom Holland x reader

Summary: Even though Tom tells you that he loves you all the time, he has several other ways to show you that he loves you—really just Tom being a very loving, caring boyfriend.

Warnings/tags: mention of the pandemic, mention of a surgery, pure fluff, boyfriend!Tom

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: This photo is the whole reason that this fanfic now exists because Tom is giving off strong boyfriend vibes, enjoy🥺

You stared out of the huge window as you stood in the cold kitchen, swirling the spoon in the cup as your pretty little boyfriend, Tom, walked in the kitchen.

“Baby” he said, “I woke up alone” he complained.

You looked back at him to answer, “I had to use the washroom and then I couldn’t fall asleep so I just got up”

Tom nodded as he walked to where you were standing and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Why are you swirling the spoon in your milk?”

You let out a soft giggle, “I’m mixing sugar in my milk”

“Oh,” he frowned his eyebrows as he rested his chin on your shoulder, “don’t have too much sugar”

You walked to the kitchen sink to keep the spoon down as you turned around to take a look at Tom, “I’m 23”

“Sugar can affect anyone” he shrugged his shoulders as he opened the refrigerator to take out the ingredients to make pancakes.

“Touché” you said, sitting down on the kitchen counter.

“Did you take your vitamins?” Tom asked, raising his eyebrows at you.

“I forgot” you said and before Tom could scold you, you quickly said, “I’ll take them right now”

You scurried across the kitchen to open the small cupboard to take out your vitamins and gulped them down with the milk.

“I don’t mind reminding you to take them but what if I’m not here some day” Tom shook his head as he waited for you to answer.

“What do you mean by if you’re not here some day?” You stared at him stunned.

“No, no, I don’t mean it like that!” Tom hurried to you as he almost laughed, “I didn’t mean I won’t be here like that, I meant what if I’m at work”

“Oh”

“Yeah, like that,” Tom chuckled.

“You scared me” you frowned, gently hitting his shoulder.

“I worry about your health” Tom whispered as he gave you a small peck, “so don’t forget to take your vitamins, please”

“I promise, I won’t” you mumbled against his lips.

Tom taking care of your health and keeping a check on if you’re taking your vitamins is his way of showing you that he loves you.

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Even though you consider yourself a huge introvert, the lockdown was kind of killing you. It has been a whole year in this lockdown and it was finally getting to you. The tragedies that were happening around the world because of the pandemic was breaking your heart and you thanked the heavens for keeping you and your family safe every time you watched the news.

Tom and you both had work from home now and even though you were thankful for being in the comfort of your home, the chair in your home office was starting to kill you and you desperately wanted to leave the house, even if it was just for a little while.

As you sat in your home office, typing away on your laptop, you huffed. It was so late and you were so tired, your back was killing you and you were pretty sure that your lip was bleeding by now because of biting on it too much.

You heard a knock on the door and then it was slowly pushed open, revealing Tom. He peeked inside of the room, his eyes landing on you as his lips stretched in a small smile.

“Can I come in?” He whispered.

“Yeah” you softly said, you twisted on your chair to face Tom as he approached you with a tea cup.

“I got you tea” he said, carefully putting down the cup on your table so as to not spill any liquid on your work stuff.

Your heart melted as you stared at his tired face. He bent down to give you a quick peck but you cupped his face in your hands before he could pull away. You gave him a chaste kiss, moving to his cheeks, you littered small kisses on his cheekbones.

“You just had a meeting, right?” You asked.

“Yes, I did” Tom nodded, his hands coming up to your shoulders to massage them.

“And instead of relaxing after it, you made me tea?”

Tom smiled against your lips, “I know you’ve been tired, just wanted to take care of ya”

You smiled as you pulled him down further, he was half sitting on your chair now, “if you keep doing that, I won’t be able to leave,” Tom laughed.

“I love you, thank you” you said as you nudged your nose to his, he softly giggled.

“Anything for you, I’ll do anything for you” Tom said sincerely.

You bit your lips as you stared at him lovingly, “stop biting your lip and come to bed when you get over with work” Tom said as he softly pulled at your bottom lip with his thumb.

“I’ll be waiting for you” he said as he got up, slipping out of the room and shutting the door behind.

Tom making you tea even though he’s just as tired as you is his way of showing you that he loves you.

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“Hi baby” Tom gushed when you slipped under the covers.

“Hi” you whispered, laying down on the bed and opening your arms for Tom.

He moved closer to you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck and softly kissing your neck.

“You smell good” you hummed, your face pressed to his soft brown curls.

“I used your shampoo today” he whipped his face up to look into your eyes.

“And also my conditioner,” you said, taking another sniff of his hair.

Tom laughed as he agreed with you. He pressed his face into your chest as his hand snaked under your camisole.

“Tom” you muttered, pulling at his arm to stop him.

You had a kidney stone surgery months ago and that surgery left a pretty big scar on the side of your stomach. Even though it’s been 5 months to it, you still didn’t like how it scarred your body and Tom knew that very well.

You didn’t change your clothes with the lights on anymore and sometimes you wouldn’t even take off your night dress when Tom made love to you.

“What?” Tom huffed.

“Don’t do that” you said as you pulled down your camisole.

“Y/N, I told you, the scar is nothing to be worried about” Tom pulled his body up as he looked up at you.

“It’s ugly” you whispered.

“It’s not-” Tom sat up straight as he held your hand in his huge ones.

“Listen to me, you struggled with something and fought it, the scar shows that you’re brave. You were so strong to go through a wholeass surgery and you didn’t even cry, not even once”

You smiled as you heard Tom ramble, he went on, “hell, do you know I was crying in the waiting room and Harry was laughing at me. He said that if I’m crying about a normal surgery then I’d probably pass out when we’ll have a baby”

“We’ll have a baby?” You asked with your hand on your heart, he was just so cute.

“What- I mean- yeah in the future” you raised your eyebrows at him and Tom’s cheeks flushed red, “but that’s not the point, the point is that-”

Tom sighed as he lifted your camisole and you let him, he gently traced your scar as he bent down to give your scar a soft kiss.

“This scar isn’t ugly, it’s beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful” he praised.

“Okay, please stop” you said as you covered your face with your hands, “I’m gonna start crying”

Tom laughed as he moved up to your face and pressed a kiss to your lips. You hummed in the kiss, content with how the conversation ended up.

Tom kissing your scar and telling you how beautiful you are is his way of showing you that he loves you.

•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•

Tom always had this strong urge to cuddle you in the middle of his sleep so even when he would be in a deep slumber, he would always always always want to hold you as you both slept.

And that was what he was trying to do right now, he switched from his left side to his right side and stretched out his arm to find your body to grab and pull in.

But as he mindlessly felt your side of the bed with his hand, your body was nowhere to be found. He barely opened his eyes to peek, only to see your body almost hanging off at the side of the bed.

You must have moved on the further right side and now you were close to falling off the bed. As Tom realised that you were going to fall, he quickly sat up and scooped your body in his strong arms, pulling you away from the side of the bed.

“Tom” you mumbled in your sleep.

“You were gonna fall off the bed, baby” he mumbled back as he settled you in the middle of the bed.

He pulled the covers over both of your bodies as he wrapped his arms around you to cuddle.

You gently smiled in your half asleep state, “oh”

Tom sighed in happiness as he kissed your shoulder, his body relaxing as sleep took over him again.

Tom saving you from falling off the bed and on your ass in the middle of the night is his way of showing you that he loves you.

© loveaffaire

[arcadejohn127-9]

How would the demon boys react to some random demon saying that they "went soft" while they were with MC? love your page btw x

Oh ho ho I see! This is going to be fun! And thank you, I love seeing everyone's support!

Lucifer:

Him? Soft? Impossible

The audacity that lesser demon had was almost respectable

But he wasn't going to let it slide

"Perhaps I've been too kind to beings like you, if you truly believe I've grown soft you won't mind me practising my new equipment on you-"

"Luci? What cha doing? I've been looking for you."

As soon as he saw you he didn't even realize the love sick expression on his face

The lesser demon snickered

He realized he didn't keep his mask up

They believed they were going to go free due to his embarassment

But they only made him grip the demons face tighter, his sharp nails digging into their flesh

"not right now, I'm currently putting a demon in their place-"

"oh okay! Don't take too long, you promised you'd help me go shopping, there was a really cute outfit and I don't want to miss it."

"yes, of course, now run along."

You kissed his cheek, thanking him for taking you out

He happily sighed

Quickly placing a kiss on your lips before you left

His head snapped back to the demon with a blood thirsty smirk

"where were we?"

Mammon:

Him?! Soft?! He's got a reputation to uphold!

Like his rep isn't already destroyed by being a bunch of witches servant

Whilst he is feared for his status as a demon, in general his rep is more 'famous guy who Everyone respects but will laugh at him at any given chance'

But Don't tell mammon that

So when a leaser demon says he's gone soft due to you he's insulted

He grabs the lesser demon by the collar, yanking them towards him, pulling down his shades just enough to show off his furious glare

"You're real bold for speaking up against me like that, I'm the avatar of greed! I can destroy your well being with just a slight influence-"

You came marching towards him, brows knitted

"Mammon!!!! Stop picking fights, you promised we'd go to cafe today, I even made sure we'd get matching couples items."

You shoved your phone in his face, showing off the link he sent you

He wanted to go to the cafe due to the couple's coupon and the fact you were allowed matching gifts you can buy

"You Damn human-! Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?! The great mammon needs to defend his rep!"

"you're wasting your time, the cafe is going to get packed if we don't go now."

He didn't budge, trying to counter you but you just raised a brow

You let have a few moments before Rollin your eyes

"I'm going without you."

"BABY NO!!! DON'T LEAVE ME-! I'M COMING I SWEAR!"

He immediately hugged you and was pouting, complaining you embarassed him

But he quickly forgave you when you kissed the corner of his mouth, reminding him he couldn't jump into trouble or else his grades will be effected

Lucifers orders of course

Levithan:

"I will summon Loton on you for even perceiving me!"

It was a bold move on the lesser demons part

And today the ocean demon didn't feel like being talked to by anyone so hearing this made it even worse

He raised his hand in the air, magic glowing at his finger tips

The lesser demon gulped, regretting thinking Levi would be easy to mess with

"Levi, don't summon Loton, we'll get in trouble."

He didn't even realize you were there nor did he notice you arrive

He pouted, lowering his arm and started quickly moving his arms as he spoke

"But they're saying I've grown soft! That's insulting to demons! Especially high ranking ones! It's basically saying I'm a loser!"

"As a high ranking demon, just ignore them~ you're just fine~!"

You didn't want to deal with getting levi out of trouble because he flooded one part of R.A.D so you went to save the confident lesser demon

You grabbed his shoulders, nuzzling your cheek on his

He wanted to push you away due to embarassment and the fact it was in public

But he couldn't help but do the same, squishing his face next to yours with a massive blush on his face

"You're not helping-"

"You're great, let's go back home and finish the game we were playing."

The lesser demon was spared.....for now

Satan:

Does he look like the type to go soft?

Sure he was normally a pleasant guy to be around but soft???!

Despite his charming smile and gentle peaceful presence, he was known for being the most aggressive out of his brother's

So some lesser demon saying he's soft? He wanted to just scoff and ignore it but it chewed at him

"Soft...? Hm, you won't be saying anything when I'm done with you, you'll be too busy crying and gurgling on your own-"

"There you are! I wanted to give the book you let me borrow back- am I interrupting?"

You looked between the cowering demon in Satan's grasp

His horns flickering in out and out, his expression immediately going soft when he looked at you

"yes but what did you think of the book? I thought the characterization of the main lead was the selling point of the whole thing."

"oh definitely but chapter 104 had the best arc."

Satan opened his mouth, removing one his hands off the other demons throat to point at the book but his finger curled

Deciding to not argue with you

"I'll have to debate you on that one - excuse me I need to finish it here before I can debate you on arcs, I won't be long."

You nodded, kissing Satan's cheek and gave the lesser demon a sympathetic look

The lesser demon couldn't enjoy their freedom for long as Satan turned back to them, snarling

Let's just hope he decides it isn't worth his time for that demons sake

Asmodeus:

"me? Soft? Honey, I'm never soft~ I'm always hard~!"

The lesser demon cringed

Asmo crossed his arms, deflating slightly as his joke didn't land

Sure he was offended Someone would call him soft

But it's not like really based his reputation as being some intimidating thing, he wanted to be loved and admired!

But being soft can get you disrespected

So something has to be done and asmo is known definitely by his brothers for getting physical when needed

"Don't look so disgusted, you do understand who you're talking to, right? The avatar of lust - I'm able to bring out all your desires, I know you like things rough so let me show just how violent i can get-"

"hey, are you done threatening-flirting? Whatever you're doing, I need help with some design choices."

You definitely didn't know what you walked in but the lustful demon was your best bet to go to

He was currently caging a lesser demon to a wall and harshly gripping their chin

You just wanted a second opinion on your clothing designs!

"I'll be right there! Can you hold on for a moment please?"

You nodded, sensing the angry aura coming off him

"sure, I got wipes in my bag incase you need them."

"you're wonderful, I love you~!"

He sent you a few air kisses as he smiled at you, you shook your head at his affection

You were thankful you didn't look back because as soon as you walked away you heard a scream

And you were pretty sure it wasn't a good one

Beezlebub:

The lesser demon sure had balls to approach this walking mountain

Was no one intimidated by jocks anymore?

They snarled and teased that he was going soft, expecting a reaction

But Beel just glared at them, his resting bitch face coming in handy

"don't talk to me."

It wasn't long before you found him, he was walking through the halls heading to the main door

"heyy Beel-y, What's up?"

"a demon said I've grown soft....have I?"

You blinked a few times, not expecting the question

You definitely didn't expect the Insecure look on his face

The closer you got to him he was definitely a softie, he was always gentle with you and is super kind

To you, he hasn't changed at all

"I think you have from what I've heard but I don't think that's a bad thing, you can still hold your ground and it just means you're letting yourself not be on guard."

"that makes me feel better, you always know what to say - I'm hungry, let's go eat."

You linked your arms with him, both of you smiling

"sure! I heard there's a nice dessert place opening up!"

Belphegor:

"I think you're talking to the wrong demon, I haven't grown soft."

Again, lesser demons are getting too gutsy towards these demon brother's

Belphegor has never woken up and not chose violence

Sure he was a big cuddle bug and sleeping most of the time

But he could be absolutely ruthless -In words and actions!

"Belphie, I'm heading to the study room, wanna join?"

You didn't really care he was about to go toe to toe with another demon

Knowing he was going to win anyway but you did want to give him a chance to get away

He was on thin ice and could be put on house arrest if he kept acting up and pranking people

"I'm in the middle of threatening Someone right now."

"Alright, don't go too crazy or else you'll get in trouble but I'll be waiting, I bought a pillow for you to sleep on~"

You tugged the pillow out of your bag, wiggling abit as you showed it off

You were already walking away before the sleepy demon could say anything else

He glared at the lesser demon

"I'll prove them wrong another time, too much energy wasted if I did it now."

He immediately went jogging after you, looping an arm around your waist and nuzzled his cheek on your shoulder

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Portrait of a Dangerous Man🎨4

Warnings: (series) non-consent sex and rape; slow creep; cucking; (this chapter) only plot hehe

This is dark!mob!Clark Kent x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: Your dream of having your work hung in an art show comes true but your first buyer is not all he seems to be.

Note: I’m at my tipping point, I swear. I’m dealing with everything in our household, new bed (delayed delivery yay!), cleaning, cooking, dog walking, and working. My only escape are my fics and this weekend I’m telling everyone to fuck off so I can do the writeathon... but sorry for the rant, enjoy more Clark.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Wednesday trickled by like sand in a glass. You could hardly keep your eyes open as you typed away and a double espresso shot was the only thing that saw you through your hours at the gallery. Vanessa was excited for her next event and already asking after some new pieces from you. You promised her some from your storage unit to stave her off as you held in your yawns. 

You collapsed into bed that night beside Marcus. He complained about his day until he drifted off and you followed suit shortly after. You awoke with a decision, the echoes of your boyfriend’s gripes in your head and heart. You hated how miserable his job made him, how dull your own was. It felt like there was nothing else but the almighty dollar.

You called Clark after an email to Jim, your nerves alight in anticipation of the disgruntled reply. It didn’t matter. You were done. You didn’t need to worry about the all caps messages and curt zoom calls.

“Hey,” Clark picked up, he sounded out of breath.

“Oh, hey, sorry, it’s me,” you swiveled in your chair, “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“Nope, just getting in a work out,” he grunted, “you’re not bugging me if you have good news for me.”

“I think… I do,” you forced out, “I just sent in my resignation.”

“Mmm, you don’t sound… happy,” he hummed.

“I am, I think I’m just processing it,” you replied, “I said I’d let you know today so I’m letting you know.”

“Well, how soon can you be here?” he asked.

“Today?”

“Sure, why not?”

“I guess, I could leave as soon as you want me,” you said.

“I’ll send a car,” he intoned, “I’ll give the driver your number, if you don’t mind.”

“Yeah,” your voice almost squeaked, “I can do that.”

“Alright, sweetheart, see ya soon.”

The line cut out and you lowered your phone slowly. You stared at Outlook and the new email icon along the taskbar. You closed the laptop and stood. You could worry about the fallout later, right now, you had to get ready for another day of painting.

🎨

It was starting to feel like deja vu every time you arrived at Clark’s house. You got out and thanked the drive, Jeremy, before he drove off. The doors opened before you got to the top of the steps and your host was already dressed in the same outfit he wore for each session. His hair was neat but his beard was even thicker than before.

“I think you can tell I’m a little antsy to start,” he chuckled, “how are you, sweetheart?”

That pet name caught in your mind again. It might just be a habit of his. Nothing more than an absent-minded word.

“Me too, honestly,” you smiled, “but I have a weird question for you.”

“Ask away,” he said as he walked with you through the foyer.

“The beard… you want that in the portrait or--”

“Oh, ha, yeah,” he ran his fingers along his jawline, “I guess I wasn’t thinking. You’re the artist, what do you think?”

“Well, erm, either way is fine,” you said, “I was just… wondering. I’m not even close to starting on, uh, you yet. I mean, right now I’m just working on the background and basic shapes.”

“I’ll let you make the call when you get there,” he said, “say the word and it’s gone.”

“Alright,” you came to the top of the stairs and he pointed you ahead of him.

He followed you as you entered and you went about filling the jar with water and resituating the set up. He sat as you mixed and chose your brush. You climbed the ladder and peered around the canvas at him. He took on the same pose as usual and you dipped the bristles into the pigment. You could make a happy life of this.

🎨

Clark shifted and cleared his throat. You rolled your wrist and glanced back over at him as you drew your hand back from the canvas. He braced the chair and pushed himself up.

“How about a break?” he asked as he shook out his arms, “back’s a bit stiff.”

“Sure,” you said, “I think I could sit down for a moment.”

You took a step down the rung of the ladder but your toe slipped and suddenly your palette was against your chest. You slid down backwards as Clark rushed over and barely kept you from toppling the entire thing over. You laughed at yourself as he righted you and looked down at your paint-streaked shirt.

“Jesus,” you muttered.

“You okay?” he asked as he kept his hand on your upper arm, “be careful.”

“Yeah, I’m-- clumsy, is all,” you carefully pulled away and set down your brush and palette.

“Come on, sit,” he pulled up the stool and planted it before you, “take a minute.”

As you sat, he stretched his arms over his head and then out to the sides. He paced around the other side of the table, long strides as he worked the cramps from his long legs. He stopped and came up to play with a brush as you leaned an elbow on the table.

“Well, I did have another offer for you,” he said, “I was thinking of waiting but might as well ask now.”

“Oh?” you raised your brows curiously.

He swished a slender brush in the air then lowered it and picked at the tip.

“I’m having a get together on Saturday, some business friends and the like,” he said as he set the brush back with the rest, “it won’t be work. You’ve earned some time off. You can even bring the boyfriend.”

“Saturday?” you pondered, “I’m usually at the gallery on Saturdays.”

“It would be great networking,” he said, “and I already told all my friends about you. They’re excited to see your work. It will almost be like a viewing and it’s only right the artist is there.”

“I could make it work,” you mulled, “Marcus would love to come back.” You snickered, “he loves this place.”

“It’s a nice house,” he said casually, “a bit big for one person… hence, the party.”

“I’ll put it in my calendar,” you stood and slid your palette closer and cleaned it off to remix the mess of paints.

“Great,” he said as he rounded the table and brushed close to you, “it’ll be nice to look at a mug besides mine, huh?”

You laughed as you squeezed out the dark paint and nodded, “ha, sure.”

🎨

The rest of your week was spent much the same. Jeremy drove you to Clark’s and you went up to the studio to continue your work between small talk and silences that grew so thick you had to break them with mindless comments. It wasn’t enough to focus on the path of your brush as the man tugged at your attention.

Marcus was excited when you told him about the party. He raved about how he needed to let loose, about how much expensive alcohol he was going to drink, and the awesome backflip he was gonna do into the pool. You reminded him, he hadn’t done anything like that since college but he swore he could still do it.

You didn’t share the sentiment. You were anxious. You were flattered to be invited but despite what Clark said, it still felt like work. His friends were going to be there and he apparently was trying to sell them on your art. 

You didn’t realise until after you hit send on your email, but you put your livelihood in this man’s hands. A man, you reminded yourself, who was little more than a stranger.

On Friday, a day you were thankfully not called to the mansion to teeter on the ladder and paint, the buzzer rang and drew you off the couch from amid your YouTube binge. The man on the speaker called back that he had a delivery and you let him up. You took the box from him, the thick silver ribbon giving away the sender even before you could read the tag.

Inside you found a black dress with little gemstones set into the fabric like stars in the sky. It was nicer than anything you’d ever owned before and a pair of silver shoes were tucked in beneath the outfit. You took the shoes from the tissue paper and something else shifted in the bottom.

You reached in and revealed a velvet box from the depths of overzealous stuffing. You opened the lid and found a simple chain of diamonds. You gaped in disbelief. They were real. The fake ones didn’t look so nice.

You phone chimed before you could even think to call Clark. It was as if he could see you. You answered and your voice warbled pathetically.

“Hi, I was just gonna call,” you touched your throat as it constricted.

“Yeah? I got the notification that it was delivered,” he said, “you like it?”

“It’s too much,” you gulped out, “really, I can’t--”

“I want you to look nice. I want you to feel good and have a good time,” he said, “I feel like you’ve been working so hard. You need a chance to just let it all go.”

“Look, I…” you were uncertain how to handle it. It was more than generosity but you felt wrong denying it as much as you did accepting it, “I’ve never had a boss buy me diamonds. At least let me give those back.”

“Boss?” he mused on the word, “I suppose, but you gotta dress the part now, sweetheart. You’re gonna rub shoulders with a lot of rich dicks like me. Pardon my language.”

“I didn’t realise it was such an upscale thing,” you put the velvet box down and turned to sit on the couch beside the large box. You played with the silver ribbon and chewed your lip.

“Sweetheart, it’s nothing, you got this,” he said, “trust me, if you can win me over, my friends will be child’s play.”

“Mhmmm,” you stared at the tv mindlessly, “Clark?”

“Yeah?”

“Why are you doing all this?”

There was silence and you heard him sigh then a subtle metallic click.

“Because I can. And you’re a talented artist. Didn’t all the big painters used to have patrons back in the day? You know, Da Vinci and all that.”

“Sure, I guess--”

“Look, sweetheart, I’m glad you like the dress, I gotta go.”

He hung up abruptly and you turned your phone to stare at it in confusion. You were starting to get a bad feeling and that little voice in that back of your head, that little sabotaging bitch, whispered in your ear. No, you wouldn’t let your self-doubt get the best of you this time. You either grabbed this chance or you spent the rest of your life doing menial work and painting the world as it passed you by.

🎨

Friday night, Marcus couldn’t stop rambling about the party the next day. You just couldn’t get over the tickle in your chest, the same one you got before job interviews and doctor’s appointments. You were on edge, even as you spent your stress on him, your body writhing against his as you panted and pouted. It had been a while since you fucked. All the work and the stress had just let things slip past you. Maybe with your new gig, you could get back to those early days when it was all you wanted to do.

You slept soundly. You blamed the sex and the momentous week. You got up, had a lazy brunch time meal, and beat Marcus at MarioKart several times over before he convinced you it was time to get ready. 

You pulled on the gifted outfit after fighting with your make-up and hair. You gave a little tada spin to Marcus and he lifted his brow as he tried to figure out his tie.

“Wow, where’d you get that?” he purred, “fuck, let’s be late.”

He ran his hands over your hips as you neared him and fixed his tie for him. You giggled and planted a kiss on his lips.

“Jeremy’s on his way,” you warned, “I don't wanna bite the hand that feeds.”

“Oh, and it feeds you well,” Marcus chirped, “you think he’ll let me have a spin in the McClaren?”

“Maybe, but I wouldn’t. I don’t need to scrape you off the side of the road,” you took your phone as the screen lit up, “come on, he’s here.”

“Fuck, babe, really, you’re gonna make me follow you out of here with your ass looking like that?”

“Stop,” you tittered, “you know, there might be more sellers tonight?”

“Oh yeah? I guess you’ll be paying a mortgage soon enough.”

“Me?” you scoffed.

“Sure, I’ll be your sugar baby,” he kidded.

“Well, baby is accurate,” you teased as you stepped onto the elevator, “please, just behave.”

🎨

You were surprised to see Vanessa at the party but reassured to see a familiar face. Clark had been distracted by his other guests and you did your best to mingle, letting Marcus take the lead until he was distracted by another guest’s Rolex and started asking too many questions. If you did start selling art to these kinds, you suspected you’d be paying for a lot of overpriced brands. That was a worry for another time.

You stood with Vanessa and a man she introduced you to. Bruce Wayne was tall and his dark-hair was combed back neatly as he spoke over the glass of wine in his hand. You were bored of the Monet-Manet argument, one you’d heard a million times from the stubborn gallery owner, and you were at your limit of socialisation.

You excused yourself and put down your unfinished drink on a table. You looked around but couldn’t see Marcus anywhere. The last you saw him, he was with Clark but you couldn’t find him either. You frowned and wandered between the pairs and trios gabbing around the room.

Just past the bar, you looked back and still no sign of either man. You huffed and your heels clicked into the foyer and to the stairs. You’d go to the studio and sit for a moment and collect yourself. You just needed to take a breath.

You climbed the stairs slowly, the din of the party floating up behind you. You came to the top but stopped as your eyes were drawn to a pair of open doors opposite the studio. You neared and stayed against the wall as you peeked inside. Marcus admired an old-six shooter and spun the barrel.

“You got everything, man, I swear,” you hid behind the door frame and listened.

“Eh, it’s all just things,” Clark replied, “I bought that from an auctioneer down in Texas. A verified antique but it just hangs here. Not good for much but looking at it.”

“Dude, what I wouldn’t do to live here? Have cool guns and even cooler cars? Shit, you know how fucked it is that my lady is making bank and I’m over here with my dick in my hands? I mean, I’m proud of her but… I mean, if I could get paid thousands for drawing, I would’ve tried to learn.”

“She’s good. Dedicated,” Clark remarked, “she’s special. Worth more than money.”

Marcus hummed and you heard the barrel click back into the place. Neither of the men spoke as you heard something shift and Clark cleared his throat. Subtle footsteps moved around the room and you pressed yourself to the wall. You should leave and let them talk but you couldn’t help but be curious.

“Isn’t she?” Clark prodded.

“Y-yeah, but… I don’t know. I just wish I had more,” Marcus said, “I probably sound like a chump, huh?”

“You can’t have it all,” Clark replied.

“Says the guy who can buy anything and everything,” Marcus moped.

“Oh?” Clark intoned, “so… how about it then? Fifty thousand.”

“For what?” Marcus chuckled nervously.

“Her,” Clark answered.

“Her-- I… my girlfriend?” he sputtered.

“If money can buy me anything, that’s what I want,” Clark said firmly, “it’s a one time offer… whether or not you agree to it, I’m gonna fuck her.”

You skin crawled at his words and you covered your mouth in disgust and shock. You inched closer to the door to hear better as you waited for the response.

“One hundred,” Marcus said.

“Seventy-five,” Clark countered.

“That’s my girlfriend, dude,” Marcus hissed.

“And yet you’re haggling with me over her. Eighty.”

You tore yourself from the wall before you could hear anymore. You felt hollow and heavy all at once. Your eyes were glossy as you scurried over to the studio doors and pushed the left one open. You unhooked the diamond necklace and tossed it onto the paint-stained palette and rolled up your brushes.

You stormed over blindly to the easel and pushed it over. It clattered to the floor loudly but you were already out the door and halfway down the stairs. You gripped your clutch and the bundle of paintbrushes tightly as you continued on outside and the blurred outlines of luxury cars passed you by. 

You stomped up the long drive in your heels as you flicked away tears and pulled out your phone. You knew it was too good to be true. Any of it; your art, Clark, Marcus. You weren’t good for anyone unless they could get something out of you.