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callofdudes · 10 months

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ive been in the mood for some angst, some good ol' hurt/comfort or even hurt/no comfort. how would the 141 react to finding out their s/o has been kidnapped? their reactions to finding the ransom note, and how they would get their beloved back?

I wrote headcanons for this.... And then I wasn't happy with it, but I liked the headcanons enough to not want to get rid of them so I apologize if it's a mess. It's been a really emotional and draining couple days for me. But I wanted to get something out even if this was all I could produce.

Price 🥃

Don't mess with him. You mess with him or his family and he'll rock your shit. He is brutal and I know we all like to pretend he's the loving father figure he is 100% of the time but truth is this man is ruthless.

It doesn't matter who he has to kill to get you back he will. Whatever or whoever stands in his way between him and you is gonna get got.

This is pretty much true for all of the guys. But Price is that, I've been married for like 11 years don't fuck with my family.

When Price finds the note he's rightfully furious, he's scared, but overall he's furious that they would dare to put their hands on you. To take you away and then threaten him with your demise, of worse.

Giving Price exactly 48 hours to hand over the money whatever organization wanted it wasn't a smart option. In fact, none of this was smart. The note mentioned what would become of you if the instructions were not followed.

He tucked the note in his pocket and without hesitation he dialed the phone number that was on the paper. He remained calm, as he did with any enemy.

"If you think of hurting them, I will not hesitate to kill you." Said in a low voice. The kind that remains calm but you can tell he means every word coming out of his mouth.

"We won't have to hurt them if you give us what we want." The soldier on the other line sneered.

John was absolutely terrified inside. He knew how to handle this situation with civilians and his own teammates but this was you. You. What If they killed him or he didn't get there in time??

He didn't hesitate before doing a deep dive on the organization as far as the eye could see. The idiot stupid enough to leave his phone number got their 20 second call tracked and he didn't need to have the location before he was up and out.

He'd either bring a team or go alone but knowing Price he'd probably go alone. Brutal killing. Brutal killing.

I mean all the normal military stuff but with some extra aggression. Affectionate dad mode has turned into 'Slaughter everything that ever moved with extra violence husband mode.'

He searches every room and he doesn't stop until he knows their dead. He'd leave a few lost soldiers in favor of getting to you. While he would kill them all his main priority is finding you and making sure you're ok.

Lots of kisses and reassurance when he finds you alive and ok. If you're unharmed he probably untie you from your holding place and pull you in tightly, kissing you and hugging you, telling you he's here. He's here and it's ok. Nothing, nothing will ever hurt you. Not on his watch.

"I've got you love, I've got you." He kisses your forehead, then your lips. "I'm here darling, you're ok, you're safe."

You fall into his arms, crying and grabbing onto him tightly. "I thought they were going to killed me- John!"

Price holds you tightly, kissing the side of your head. "Oh love I'd never let that happen, I would never let that happen you hear me??" You still cry, grabbing onto him even as he picks you up, holding you in his arms as if he would protect you from the whole world. And he would. Nothing would ever hurt you.

If you are injured then all those dead men out there?? Oh yeah, he's going to shoot all of them again just for good measure. If you are hurt any leniency he had for soldiers still hiding around the place is gone. Will blow up the facility. To pieces. Fucking bye!

You whimpered, looking up at him, blood trickling down your forehead into your eye and matted in your hair. "John...." Price cut your bindings and pulled you into his arms.

"They hurt you... Which one of them hurt you!?"

You grabbed onto him, shaking and crying as he wraps his arms around you. "I'll kill them all. I'll kill them for what they've done. They won't lay another hand on you." He growls, holding you close.

He gets you home and doesn't leave your side, but you don't mind the cuddles and how he stays up later than usual that night keeping his eye on you that he falls asleep next to you on the couch.

If you come back injured he tends to your wounds, lays you down in bed and stays awake with your head on his chest, stroking his hand through your hair and over your scalp, feeling your warmth and comfort in knowing you came out ok.

"How are you feeling?"

"Still shaken up." You whisper, nuzzled up against his chest, laying under his chin. "You?"

"Just glad you're alive. So so glad you're alive." He hugs you tightly, kissing your head. "I love you." You snuggle up, tears rolling down your cheeks. "I know you'll always be to my rescue John."

"Always, I won't ever let someone hurt you like that. Never."

Gaz 🧢

Gaz can do ok with confrontation. Even though he doesn't like it, he usually lets his gun do all his talking for him. The barrel to their face and they usually shut up pretty quickly.

Gaz definitely leaves the intimidation up to his weapons. But when you're kidnapped and taken hostage? Fuck that. Fuck all of that. You are feeling the full force fury of one Kyle Garrick and you don't want that.

The fuck around and find out type.

A little better at regulating his emotions when he finds the note. When he reads it his face is full of rage if you look into his eyes. The scowl forming is palpable to his rage. Crumpling the note up in his hand before dropping it to the ground.

He doesn't hesitate to grab his gun, his hat and his car keys. Someone is gonna get their ass beat.

It's on the way that he gets a call from the people who have kidnapped you, giving him a verbal warning of the damage you would suffer in the next 48 hours if the deal wasn't closed.

"You have 48 hours to get me that money do you understand?? Or your love is bye-bye."

Kyle remains silent on the phone, glaring down the drive, his foot pressing into the pedal. "Every finger you put on their skin, I'll cut it off." He hisses before ending the call.

Their first mistake was giving Kyle their location to meet. Gaz is wicked with technology when he gets his hands on it.

When they tell him where to meet and drop the money he does a quick search, surveying the area and finding all possible exits, entry roads. Buildings, abandoned or not. All while still in the car.

When he finds an old abandoned warehouse with some built in security perimeters he figures it's his good first bet.

Again, his gun does the talking. And his gun has one nasty bite. By the time he's tromped through the enemy troops he's dripping I'm blood because once he shoots he just keeps trucking. Dropping the entrance and eventually when he finds some men in the room with you it's all fists.

He wants a good fight and they don't even get a chance before Kyle has them on the ground giving them the beating of their life.

If he finds you uninjured he'll rush to you and make sure you know you're safe, then untie you and hold you in his arms, kissing you until he runs out of air.

"I'm here baby, I'm here. Come here, come on, let's get you home." Kissing your temple as he picks you up and carries you out. "Shh, I'm here now, I'm so glad you're ok." He kneels in front of you, untying you and pulling you into his arms.

"Kyle-" you look back at the men, bloodied and dead. You cling onto Kyle with tears in your eyes, shaking in his arms. "They were going to kill me...."

"I'd never let that happen. And their damn fools if they think they would get away with this." He looks into your eyes. "I'm right here ok? You're ok."

If you are injured he'll gently pick you up in his arms and carry you back, treating your wounds and then holding you close to him.

"Shh," He pushes a strand of your hair back, settling you in his lap, his bloodied hand running through the blood that runs down your nose and your lip. "They can't lay another hand on you." He shakes a little, tear rolling down his cheek as he kisses your forehead, relieved to feel your warm body in his hands. "I love you so much. I love you so much." He whispers.

Arms wrapped under your, cupping your back to keep you close to him throughout the entire night. Reassured whatever state you're in, you're home. You're back home with him and nothing will ever hurt you.

You comb your fingers over his scalp, glad to be wrapped in his strong embrace. "I love you Kyle." You whisper. Kyle nods, pulling you as close as he possibly can. "I love you even more."

Ghost 💀

You'd think this would be easy, but it's actually not. Simon's reaction would be similar but could go one of two ways. He'd either be blood thirsty, angry. Carnage, teeth ripping, flesh tearing, head snapping psycho angry. Or he'd be worrying about your safety, pacing back and forth looking for any way, any how he could get you back. Both emotions are present in both cases but one would be more dominant.

So let's say he's both. He finds the note and he's furious. He's absolutely blood red visioned. But he knows if he does anything rash it could cost you your life.

Again, he'd either be the type to go on his own or call his team. But he'd only call his team if he seriously, seriously thought maybe he wouldn't be able to save you and not himself.

The note was easy, finding finger prints on the thing was like second nature to scan. Identifying those fingerprints with help from a friend, also pretty easy.

With his 48 hour slot to either complete the deal or sacrifice your life he set off to find you. Armed to the teeth. Quite literally.

And once he got to the base you know what happens. Ghost do what Ghost does. Carnage. Blood and limbs torn. His gun being his main weapons but like Gaz was not afraid to get his hands soaked in that moment.

He wanted to go rage on the whole base but his objective was you. Snuck in, took out anyone in his way and found you.

If you're uninjured he'll rush to you and make sure you're awake. He'll immediately cut your bindings and pull you up into his arms. He can embrace you and kiss you when you're safe. But rest assured now that you're in his arms he won't let you go. He gets the car far enough away and pulls you into his arms, kissing you until he can't breathe.

He pulls you from the corner of the room into his arms. "I'm here, I'm here love don't worry." He holds you close, hiding you in his embrace as he brings you back out of the base and to the car. When he gets to safely away you start to cry.

"Simon," you cling onto him, shaking and relieved.

"I got you baby, I've got you." He whispers, pulling up his mask and kissing you. Kissing you until he was sure you wouldn't disappear into thin air. "I'm right here, I'm going to get you home." He runs his thumb over your cheek, relieved your alive.

He's lost family members like this before, he'd never want to lose you to that. And he almost did. He almost lost the most important person in his life.

If you are injured fuck stealth. All those men?? He'll slaughter and bludgeon all of them so badly their families won't know who their burying. That's that happens when you mess with people he loves. He gave them a chance to possibly get out alive if they hadn't hurt you, but they had. And that was the wrong decision.

"Where are you injured??" Simon cups your cheek, looking down to see the blood dripping onto your shirt and soaking your collar. He was furious, but he pulled you into his arms and held you close. "It's ok, they won't lay one more fucking hand on you. I promise. I'll kill them for touching you, I promise I will baby not one will be left."

He brought you to the car and kissed your nose. Once he'd gotten you secure and ok, he cocked his gun and finished off the last of that base.

When he returned again you cried into his chest while he held you, kissing the top of your head. "I'm sorry love. it's over. It's over, I won't ever, ever let anyone hurt you like that again.

He brought you home and held you in his arms, refusing to let you go. He would never let anything hurt you. He promised. He would never let the evil of the world hurt people he loved again.

His grip was tight, running his hand up and down your back. He looked into your eyes, seeing your face for a long while before leaning his forehead against yours, tears finally swelling up in his eyes. "I'm so glad you're ok." He whispers, pulling you close again. He'd never let go.

Soap 🧼

John cries. When he comes home from his long leave, expecting a warm hug and a good meal. But when he comes back, the house quiet and empty. The lights off, the love of his life not there to greet him.

And when he finds the note that you've been dragged out of your home and taken hostage for money and information. He was scared, seeing the email at the bottom of the note.

You were one of the most important people in his life and he couldn't fathom the thought of losing you.

He's in tears and shaking when he sends a message to the email, waiting for an agonizing hour before he got an email back. A taunting message acting for the money with a photo of you, a knife to your throat. "Give us the money or your little lover gets it."

Now he was angry. He was sad and scared for you but he was also angry. He contacted Ghost and once he got information on the email and pinned where it was sent from he didn't hesitate.

He was strapped to boot with anything he would need. Hell he threw his favorite bazooka in the back and was off by sunset.

When he gets there he easily takes out the sentinels and gets inside, finding you tied up. He takes out the soldiers guarding you and rushes to your side, holding you gently. "Look at me love, I'm going to bring you home." He kisses your temple and hauls you into his arms.

"We're going home." He assures you again as he brings you outside into the cool air. He walks you out past the perimeter and flicks the button in his hand, the base going up into a flurry of smoke and fire. "No one will lay a hand on you, I promise."

If you aren't injured he's going to set up a bomb and blow the place sky high, sending flames into the night from the inside out.

If you are injured he's still blowing it up.

"Love, love can you hear me??" He tilts your head up, seeing the black eye and your bloody nose. He frowns, immediately undoing your bonds and cradling you in his arms. "I'm not going to let them hurt you anymore. Not one damn second more."

"Johnny.... It hurts." You whispered, clinging onto him for his warmth, his protection.

"I promise you love no one will ever lay a hand on you like this again. I swear to it never again."

He picks you up and brings you out of the base, once he's in the safety perimeter he blows the place sky high. Good riddance.

He won't let anyone hurt you. He loves you, and he vows to protect you with all the resources he has. He would never let you get hurt. He holds you close, maybe even gives you a nice welcome home to get your mind off what you went through.

"Are you really ok love??" He asked, watching you sip the hot chocolate he'd made you. You nod, cuddling closer to him in your PJs. "I know you'll always be there for me."

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close, lips feathering a kiss to your temple. "Always love, I will always do what I can to keep you safe."

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aceyogurt · 1 month

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Part-time romance

Pairing: Vox x GN reader

WC: 3k

A/n: PT ONE FINALLY UP WHOOOOOOOO…. This chapter is a lot of set up so no sexual tension yet sorry guys 😔, but I promise it’s still entertaining!

Nine years you’ve been in hell, and frankly compared to others, it wasn’t the worst. When you first fell you were smart enough to gain a good understanding of hell and its system before falling into the system of power and soul exchanges. While the idea of selling your soul to an overload didn’t sound optimal, neither did being weak and likely killed in an extermination. That's why you decided to work under the contract as your best option for the time being, ten years you worked under Velvet, one of the Vee’s, and in exchange, you had protection and decent pay. Luckily you were smart enough to go over the fine print and not be a slave to them but, still, they had lots of power over you. You didn't work close to them in the beginning though so it worked out.

In your life, before the fall you were a high-positioned manager for a company. So, you had the appropriate knowledge to climb up the ladder quickly, scoring you higher pay and closer relations to the Vees. Velvet was the one who took an interest in you after you were recently promoted and met her in a meeting. She loved your sense of fashion and you guys hit off well.

So, now here you are working almost top of the ladder and friends with your boss, an overlord of hell, life was pretty nice! Well other than your love life… but let’s be real who has one in hell? Anyways you and Velvet were doing your weekly recap at a new bar and she was ranting about how much of a bitch Val was being. “And then that pissbaby fucking ruined my shoot” She stared at you for a moment snapping her fingers “Oi you listening to me? What's up with you? You never do this, out of it.” you sigh putting your phone down. “Sorry, we recently got some new hires and they've been driving me insane, plus a date I had yesterday sucked.” “I get you girl dealing with co-workers drives me insane too… As for your love life, you don't need one trust me, you're too hot for any mid-low life, plus men suck.” you laugh at her comment which was likely a means to cheer you up before, going back to the topic of Valentino ruining Velvet's shoot.

“I told you before you gonna stress yourself out if you refuse to get some kind of assistance!” velvet protested at Vox. “Vel, I'll be fine, I'm capable of taking care of things myself. I don't understand why you are so prominent about this whole getting an assistant.” It takes everything in Velvet not to slap Vox right there as she looks at him like he's stupid, “I'm not saying you have to have someone do your work but, having someone to help you manage things would sure as hell help you not be so pissy all the time! I'm just trying to give you advice and it's like the wires in you start short-circuiting at the idea!” Vox sighs, pressing a hand across his screen before replying. “Look, as much as I appreciate you trying to help, I can handle it myself, getting an assistant will just create more work for me anyway. And I'd prefer to deal with the least amount of idiots possible since we have to deal with Val every day.” Velvet opens up her phone still talking to Vox, “You bloody right about the Piss Baby but, my point is what if we get you an assistant who isn't an idiot?” Vox raised an eyebrow “Got someone in mind” Velvet smiled already shooting a text to a certain someone, “of course”

Velvet 💕

Cancel wtvr you’re doing I need to talk to u

You

Am I in trouble

???

Ok geez I'm coming

“Took you long enough girl, I thought you weren't coming,” Velvet said leaning back in a nearby chair and scrolling on her phone, “well when you ask someone mid-workday to drop everything they're doing it takes them a minute to get somewhere,” you reply slightly annoyed as you sit down grabbing a bottle of water. “Yeah yeah, let's cut it to the point so I'm not wasting your precious time. Starting Tomorrow you'll be Vox’s assistant or whatever.” you choke on the water. “I'm sorry WHAT” asked a bit louder than necessary. Velvet rolls her eyes, placing her phone down, “Vox needs an assistant to help manage his shitstorm of a workload, and because he won't settle for just anyone I figured you'd be the perfect demon for the position. After all, you don't like your job now anyway so it's a win-win!” You slump down in your seat “How am I supposed to have my current job figured out in one day? It'll be a disaster and the whole team will fall apart!” Velvet shrugs “I wouldn't worry about it I'm sure a few demons can handle not having you around.” you decide not to argue with her and head back to your office.

The rest of the day you were stressed, trying to manage everything for your departure and making sure the team wouldn't fall apart. Getting home you almost immediately fell asleep not wanting to deal with anything else for the rest of the night.

You woke up two hours earlier than you normally would, whether that was because you wanted to look good or because your nerves were getting to you. Anyways you decided on an outfit and took around an hour to do your makeup and such. Because you had extra time you decided to get some coffee on your way to work, then you headed to the office of the overlord you now work for. You only prayed he wouldn’t be upset about your earliness.

You knocked on the doors of a room that Vox was supposedly in, well it was the room Velvet told you to go to, the doors opened and you began to walk across the bridge that led to a huge TV panel-like area. Each step you took you felt your anxiety build for no particular reason, the echo of your footsteps with each step you took. When you get to the area where you assumed he’d be though, all that was placed was an empty chair. You were going to head back, “you showed up much earlier than Velvet said you were going to arrive.” holy shit you were not expecting him to be right behind you, you got frightened hard “fuck!” you shout before realizing what you said. Your boss ends up laughing at your slip-up, “Oh did I scare you, that's hilarious' ' You bit the inside of your cheek before apologizing, which Vox didn't care much for. He sat at his desk and stared at the screens in front of him, you were waiting for him to speak up but, it seemed you were going to need to make the first move.

“So, Sir, what would you like me to do…?” Vox takes a sip of his coffee staring down at his phone before blankly looking at you, “What- did Velvet not tell you anything?” you look back at him a bit embarrassed, “Not really no…” For the next tenish minutes or so, Vox grudgingly explained to you what he expected of you, which ultimately wasn't a whole lot. You knew he had other assistants in the past to just help with managing his schedule but, when Velvet told you about this job you didn't think it'd be this… But hey, surely over time it'd get better right?

Two weeks later

Yeah, are things getting better? Hell no, the first week was fairly smooth and basic the next week though you and Vox began to talk more, and god was he egotistical. You guys were constantly getting into debates with one another which usually started with you gently criticizing Vox and his decision-making on affairs but, it'd quickly spiral into you guys changing topics into how much the other sucked. Yet despite that, he hadn't fired you yet… Or worse.

Vox was going to be coming in later than usual today because of this meeting he had scheduled with the other Vees so as any normal sinner would do, you just waited at Voxs desk, knowing he was going to come late and you sat in the chair he usually occupied. Was it a bad idea, sure but what the worst that could happen? You were working on some scheduling and afterward scrolled on your phone, and being plagued by boredom you fell asleep.

Vox was on his way after finishing a ‘productive’ meeting with the other Vees which ended up being Vox stopping Valentino from one of his meltdowns, over who knows what. Being drained he just wanted to recharge and figured he’d just have you take care of any events he would need to attend. While he was initially planning to get rid of you the first chance you get because he wasn’t exactly a fan of someone being this close to him for work. Having high expectations of others wasn’t exactly something Vox had, with

good reason, well somewhat, those reasons get overshadowed by his inflated ego.

Quickly though you did end up growing on Vox as an employee, he wasn’t exactly sure what it was about you but, after giving it some thought, he figured it was the fact you were a breath of fresh air instead of the sinners he normally employed. While your attitude he did find absurd sometimes, it was manageable for him since you never stepped too much out of place… You were still more professional than 90% of sinners and overlords he worked with, and you had some brains in your head which again, was something most in hell lacked (probably because the brains they had were fried after the copious amount of drugs they take.)

As Vox was heading towards his desk he heard… snoring? No that couldn’t be right, but as he poked his screen around in view of his chair there you were, fast asleep. Vox did find the fact you fell asleep in his chair funny but, at the same time, he needed to recharge and didn’t want to put up with anyone, including you right now. That being said, it was easy enough for Vox to conjure up another chair he could recharge in for the time being while you were sleeping. If it was any other circumstances Vox probably would’ve yelled at you for the audacity you had to sit and sleep in his chair, instead of working but, that was for another day. For now, Vox just wanted a break…

When you awoke you were greeted by a sight you never expected to see, Vox asleep..? While you were just realizing the situation in yourself still, you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself. Even though the situation itself wasn’t what you’d call funny, it was the idea that he fell asleep ironic because, from what you had seen and experienced, Vox was more of a workaholic so being asleep was unlike him.

You took a picture of this moment to show Velvet later when you meet up knowing she’d want to see it herself. The most bizarre thing to you was the fact when Vox was indeed asleep that he would have one of those DVD-type logos bounce around his screen, except this was of The Vee’s logo. While Vox was asleep you thought about how you should be productive but, you didn’t feel the urge to be doing such as of now. What you did feel an urge to do is snoop around your boss's desk and see what you could find. Honestly, you didn’t wish to find anything incriminating (not that it would matter) you were just interested in the overload behind closed doors, and who could blame you?

You started with poking around the general surface area which is when you made the realization you never truly allowed yourself to be familiar with your surroundings. It was spotless with not even a particle of dust occupying the space, but to the sides of the desk, three drawers stacked on one another worked as structural support. You had checked the right side first, and to your disappointment, there was nothing of interest to be found inside. Just some extra wires and such, what’d you expect? When opening the first drawer on the left though that disappointment quickly blossomed into curiosity.

A photo of the radio demon laid flat on it, while at initial glance it might seem ordinary the more you observed it, the more that curiosity inside you grew. To the right of the paper, it was very poorly torn, while most of the image was removed, there was a part that wasn’t removed that grew your curiosity once more, an edge of the TV screen seemed to occupy the space, an older model to be clear, this photo was old. You didn’t take Vox to be exactly the sentimental type, so why would he keep such a thing? You wanted to ask him to figure out this seemingly tragic history but, a hollow pit grew in the back of your stomach because, you knew you couldn’t ask about it, for one you wouldn’t know how he would react and that kind of questioning goes way beyond your relationship with the overlord, and secondly you knew for a fact Vox wouldn’t take kindly to snooping, especially if it was something personal like you suspected. You set the photo back into the drawer the way you found it and decided that it was about time you stopped procrastinating and working.

Vox had awoken a few hours after yourself, his screen slowly adjusted to the setting around him, his vision beginning to turn on. He was greeted with the sight of you, still in his chair, working at his desk. “I see you’ve made yourself comfortable” You didn't even bother seeming scared as you hummed, “Yeah, I figured since you were asleep I'd take advantage to work more efficiently.” Vox chucked “Effectively work, sure, whatever you say.” the dripping sarcasm caused you to let out a laugh of your own, “Yep, efficient working is important!~” he nodded in agreement amused by your attitude. While this kind of behavior would usually piss him off you didn't do it to try to come off better than him or cocky.

The rest of the workday went by quickly with you and Vox both having your affairs to deal with, so you only had a small chat here and there. Getting home you slip off your shoes and switch to some comfier clothing. As you were settling down a call appeared on your phone with Velvet’s contact showing up.

“Hey girl how's it going?” Velvet inquired in her usual tone. “Absolutely exhausted Vel, I just got home and can't wait to head to bed.” the conversation went on for a little while longer before you remembered the photo you took earlier today that you wanted to show Velvet. “Oh yeah I forgot to show you, look at this.” you share on your screen as the photo was earlier taken of Vox fast asleep, as you giggled at the photo once more Velvet was kind of shocked. It's not that she had never seen Vox asleep before, or looking as silly as he was at that moment but, the fact he so openly had done it while you were still present was shocking to her. Vox wasn't exactly the type of overlord that'd let anyone see him so normal. His whole persona was a perfect entity with no need for things other sinners might lust for. Yet he so openly broke that persona and you didn't even seem to notice! Velvet played along though figuring she’d inquire about the matter to Vox at a later date.

“Hah, yeah he always looks like that when he sleeps it's hilarious girl.” Velvet soon ended the call because she had ‘matters to attend to’ leaving you in the silence of your loneliness.

“Vox get in here now!” Vox unamused musters his best-interested tone making his way to her, “Whatever could be the problem, my dear?” Velvet then hummed, completely changing her tone with a more sinister undertone, “I just wanted to ask how work has been all” Vox's grin drops, “and since when have you been one for work talk?” Velvet shrugs, “Since when could I not check up on how a friend is doing Vox, after all, you haven’t told me how things have been with your new assistant.” Vox chuckles refilling his coffee mug.

“They’re better than I expected them to be, it’s nice to know some sinners still have any kind of intelligence.” praise wasn't something that was easily given by an overlord such as Vox so Velvet hearing him acknowledge you in a way that wasn't completely condescending made her even more invested. “Is there anything else you need to bug me with, or can I go?” Before she could ask or say anything else Vox was already on his way. (Workaholic bastard-)

While Vox was a bit interested in why Velvet was so curious about your guy's relationship, he also had better things to do than try to understand Velvet’s mind. Right as Vox had gotten you out of his head a notification from your number came through, it was only the changed schedule for tomorrow though. Why would it be anything else though you are just his assistant, nothing more. That being said, why didn’t Vox dislike you, I mean usually whenever Vox has an assistant of some kind they’re not nearly as involved with his work life as you were yet they managed to agitate him much faster than you had. He wrote it off though as you being recommended by Velvet made him have a more positive impression of you. Even if it was something else he didn't care he needed to deal with the Radio Demon being back in town.

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chiriwritesstuff · 5 months

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Meet Me at the Farmers Market - 8. Compliance

Farmers Market! Joel Miller x Confident! Plus Sized F! Florist Reader

Series Masterlist

Series Summary: What does a Contractor do in his spare time? Sell his wood carvings at the Saturday Farmers Market, of course! A Grumpy x Sunshine Joel Miller series collective of one shots, Updates every Saturday!

Chapter Rating: E, MDNI (18+)

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: Roleplay, This is FILTHY, Too much porn, not too much plot, Daddy needs to EAT, ok?, Talks about OSHA Compliance, Wear the proper PPE if you're going into a job site, okay?

Summary: Joel catches you in improper PPE, so you do what it takes to not get shut down...

A/N: Hello there!

I thought I would give you all a little treat before Christmas! I will be posting another chapter on Christmas day, so enjoy this little bit of fun before then!

This chapter takes place before Pt. 4.

"Hey Joel, good morning!"

You peek out from your office at the back of your shop, a bright smile on your face as Joel shuffles into the barren space, still a construction site riddled with pieces of reclaimed wood. Coffee in one hand, iPad in the other, Joel ambles toward his worktable in the corner. "Mornin'," he grunts, a subtle grin appearing as he secures his tool belt, slung low on his jean-clad hips.

Casually strolling over, you join him, smoothing out your overalls and adjusting your oversized flannel, your hair neatly woven into braids. "What's on the agenda today?"

"Figured I'd kick things off with the display cases, checking out the designs we agreed upon. Found some great pieces of oak at the reclaim center-" Joel's words trail off as he finally notices you, his eyes widening, mouth slightly agape. You catch him mid-sentence, twirling a pigtail around your finger, biting your lower lip, a mischievous glint in your eye.

"Something the matter, Joel? See something on my face?" you tease, offering a small, playful smile.

His Adam's apple bobs as he pivots back to the plans laid out on his worktable. "No, you just look pretty today."

"Oh, do I?"

"Well, those overalls are all wrong, being that they're short and all, and those boots," he motions to your feet, "Are they OSHA-regulated? Don't want you hurting your pretty little feet."

You laugh, a sound that fills the shop. "Just trying to keep things interesting around here, Joel. Wouldn't want you to think work is the only thing worth looking at." Your eyes appraise his form as you slide between him and his worktable. "You don't look too bad yourself," you tease, drawing a finger down his chest to his toolbelt. "I love a man in uniform, especially when they wear it so damn well."

Joel's eyes widen in surprise, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, I aim to please," he says, his voice husky.

"Do you now? Is it because I'm paying you?" you cheekily reply, "If I put on this hard hat, maybe you'll look the other way if the city asks about my compliance. I would hate to be shut down for something silly like my attire."

"Well, with an ass like this," he grabs it for good measure, large hands caressing the span of your cheeks, squeezing as he groans, a wicked smile on his face - "I think we can work something out, don't you think, baby girl?" He starts to undo the straps of your overalls. "I think that we should take this off, it's not protective enough for those legs of yours," he slides the denim past your hips, letting them drop to the floor as he licks his lips in anticipation. "Mmm," he moans, "Turn around for me, I need to get a good look for my inspection." He turns you around as he takes in your ass, the fabric of your thong devoured by your asscheeks. He slides a finger between the fabric and your ass crack, barely grazing your slit. "Very, very nice," he mutters to himself. He raises his fingers coated with your slick to your face. "Wet already, baby?" he asks, his eyes blown. "Fuck, what am I going to do with you? What are you going to do to make your indiscretions up to me?"

"I can't afford to be shut down, Joel." You plead, grabbing his hands as you take his slick-coated fingers into your mouth, your eyes never leaving his. He pulls them back with a satisfied pop. "I'll do anything, please Joel."

"First of all," he whispers, his fingers undoing the buttons of your flannel slowly, "I'm gonna need you to redress with the proper PPE-" he says, opening your shirt and exposing your breasts as he groans in appreciation, grabbing the safety vest on his worktable. "Put this on, and sit that pretty ass on the table." You shrug off your flannel, smiling as you grab the vest from his hands, shimmying it on. "Like this?" you ask, your nipples peeking out through the neon mesh as you lift your hips onto the table, spreading your legs more to present yourself to him.

"Just like that, baby, that's much better," he says as he settles himself between your legs. "You know, I shouldn't be drinking coffee on an empty stomach, maybe I should get something to eat," he kneels down, settling himself on his knees as he takes in your pussy, his fingers slipping through the flimsy lace between your slit. "You're fucking drenched, look at you, is this honey all for me?" You nod as he slips his fingers through your folds, closing your eyes in pleasure. "Uh uh, baby. None of that. You keep your eyes on me, Daddy needs to eat."

You arch your back and whisper something incoherent, spreading your legs wider to accommodate his broad form. "Please Joel, can't have you working on an empty stomach…"

"Well," he smiles as he slips a finger into your cunt, his finger so thick that you flinch at the sudden intrusion. "If you're offering… Fuck Sunflower, she's crying for me. Absolutely fucking weeping." he takes a deep breath as he pulls the fabric of your thong harshly to the side, ripping it off of you as you yelp in surprise. "Joel! those were my favorite panties!"

"You can just write them off, hazards of the job, right?" he replies, the flat of his tongue diving into your folds as he feasts on your cunt like a man starved. "You keep your eyes on me as I feast on this pussy," he mumbles as he devours you, gripping your thighs as he locks his eyes on you. "Try not to blink, baby, watch me finish my meal. Gonna have to prep you to handle some heavy machinery, can't have you getting injured on the job site."

"Fuck Joel, just like that, I'm so close baby…" you mumble, harshly grabbing onto his hair as he moans in appreciation. He slips another finger into the warmth of your cunt as he continues to lick and suck, the sound of your wetness obscene as it echoes in the vastness of your empty shop.

"You think you can take one more? I need to make sure you can take it, baby."

"Please Joel, I can take it, give it to me-" you stutter, your body shaking as he leads you to completion, the safety vest spread wide open as you play with your nipples, tweaking the pointed buds as you shift your hips, tilting them as he continues on, the tip of his tongue flicking your clit. "I'll be so fucking good for you, Joel, please- I'm gonna…" You gush into his mouth, the wetness of your slick coating his beard as you ride on his fingers, your body taut and tight as your thighs quiver. You haven't gotten used to being used so thoroughly, feeling faint as he smiles in satisfaction, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt as he rises onto his feet.

"Fuck, baby, best breakfast ever. Do you think I prepped you enough to handle my machinery?" he cheekily smiles as he settles himself back between your legs, your hands blindly reaching for the buckle of his belt, quickly undoing it as you reach into his jeans.

Your eyes widen as you pull his hard cock out of his boxers, the tip red and angry as precome starts to leak from the slit. "Fuck Joel, is this going to fit?"

"We'll make it fit, baby" He breathes as he notches the tip at your entrance, his eyes locked onto your cunt as he pumps his shaft, his hand going to your folds and gathering your slick, pumping his cock once more as he wets the shaft. It's so fucking unhinged, so fucking obscene with the noise it makes, squelching as he guides himself to you once more. "Let me just test it with the tip, let me work you up to take me, okay baby? I'll make it fucking fit."

"Shit," he roars as your cunt envelops his wide tip, his hips pushing into you back and forth in shallow thrusts. He buries his face in your neck, licking and kissing down to your breasts as he slowly adds inch after inch until he's fully sheathed inside your channel, his breaths short as he allows you to adjust to his size. "Fuck, are you ready, Sunflower? Can I move?"

"FUCK Joel, you're so deep like this!" you cry, wrapping your legs around his waist as he lowers you down onto his worktable, capturing your lips in a kiss fervently, all teeth and tongue as he starts to pound into you in earnest. You claw at his back, your fingers grabbing onto his shirt so tightly you swear you hear a rip, crying into his neck "Please, Joel, please fuck me harder! I can take it! I can take it all!" He slides a hand under your ass and tilts your hips until he's hitting that spot, so delicious you're rendered speechless. A tear falls down the slope of your cheek, you swear he licks it off you as he kisses you once more.

He stands upright once more as he takes in the sight of his cock buried into your pussy, your slick dripping down your thighs as you make a mess of his worktable below, your plans ruined and soaked. "Fuck baby, you feel so good, so fucking perfect, so perfect for me… I'm going to come, do you want me to come in this pretty cunt?" he mumbles incoherently, "Are you gonna milk me, baby?"

"YES yes yes yes" you nod absentmindedly, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Fuck Joel, come inside of me, let your cum drip down my legs as I work today, let everyone know who owns me…" He collapses on you as he plunges into you one last time, filling you with his hot release as he kisses you. "Fuccckkkkkk," he says as he kisses your neck, his breath hot as he attempts to steady his breath. "I didn't think you would be into roleplay, honey. It was so fucking hot, we need to do this again."

You smile as you push him off, removing the safety vest as you grab your clothes on the floor. "What time is it? Tommy should be heading over soon, need to make sure he doesn't walk into a warzone-"

"Let him walk into one, I don't care," Joel says defiantly as he buckles his jeans.

Like clockwork, there's a tap on the window, still covered up with an easy mask. "Hey! Anyone in? Joel? Sunflower?" Tommy's voice calls out from behind the door. "Let me in, alright? It's hot as fuck outside!"

You smirk as you fiddle with the straps of your overalls. "Speak of the devil," you say, kissing Joel once more as you make your way to the door. You put on a smile as you let Tommy in, Joel back at his worktable as he hurriedly rolls up the ruined plans.

"Took you guys long enough," Tommy chides, handing you a cup of matcha. His face scrunches as he takes a whiff of the store. "What is that smell?! It smells fucking awful!"

Joel throws the safety vest onto himself as you laugh, walking back into your office as Tommy looks back in confusion. "What?" he exclaims. "It does!"

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deadpool15 · 7 months

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You think you got a chance?

I decided to go to the store, the fridge is looking mad empty right now. Which is extremely difficult for me, with the whole being a mom of a 1 year old boy. Yea, I said a boy, I gave birth to a male specimen. Boys, moms truly don't get enough credit because the shit my son puts me through is just wild. This is what happens when you don't want kids but decide to go out there being a honey freaky fuck yall. Better learn.

I walk into my bedroom, trying to nativgate my closet for an outfit. You see the thing about being a mom means that you need to make sure you child looks so fucking good. Spoiler alert, no one gives a single fuck about you if your child is walking around here looking like dog shit. "Yall know exactly who I'm talking about. I'm not calling you out baby, I'm simply calling you out though. Fight your issues not me." I said to the camera, completely forgetting I'm supposed to be vlogging with my son today.

Speaking of son, I should totally go walk him up. I managed to get him all ready for the day. And then he fucked around and went to sleep, you see some parents try not to let there kids go to sleep because of naps not really being the best for a busy day. "So, yall Cameron is rocking this cozy hoodie that says cookie monster and just some slighty baby jeans with his lil uggs. It's cold out here in Korea, so I'm gonna grab his puffer jacket to make sure he doesn't get cold. But yqll know Cameron does not like that fucking jacket so I always carry his on the go blanket cuz he expects to be picked up and carried around with that blanket thrown on him. The struggle is real. Now as yall can see I look like shit I haven't gotten ready. So I'm gonna wear this crop long sleeve with these pattern-like pants.

I walk into the closet, grabbing the camera to show off the fit(the one above). "Listen, I know I said it was cold, but if you think about it, it's not like really cold, is it? You know what? Don't answer that. I'm wearing the fit because it makes the curves pop. For the girls that question about confidence, I low-key feel like that as backhand ass compliment. Because trust and believe if I was a smaller pretty petite ass bitch no one would ask. I am my own beauty standard representing all the thick girls in Korea. For example, if you are sitting in front of your phone watching this video talking about how you didn't have a stomach until this happened or this happened, stop lying. Yall I've always been a big girl, my son didn't have anything to do that, if anything he taught me how to embrace my body."

"Yall will truly not know love until your kid starts drawing pictures of you, like how you really look. Because kids are honest as fuck. But my baby has seen beauty in different forms, though he is used to my form. It gets a little awkward when he sees skinny girls and ask why they look like that." I said looking at the camera laughing while adding a little jewelry to the fit. "The moral is everyone is beautiful. It's ok to be insecure at times. But remember your a beautiful ass bitch. Younger me would've never walked outside in this crop, but I'm so glad I've been able to see myself how I should."I walk out the room grabbing my keys.

I am making my way to the front of my apartment to grab my diaper bag and get snacks. "Cameron likes to wake craving these pocky things and will literally whoop my ass I'd they aren't there." I reach for my jacket and grab my son and walk out the door. I place Cameron inside od his car seat and place the diaper bag right next to him. He placed his blanket on top of him. It's amazing that he is still sleeping. Before I go to the grocery store, I drive to a pop up Cafe. I need some caffeine to survive this day. I get there looking outside to see that the sky is getting dark, hinting that it will rain soon. So I sit in the car waiting for a while. "So yall I stopped by a Cafe, we are waiting cuz it looks like it's about to fucking pour. I don't know why I said we, cam, is still knocked out. I remember watching some girl talking about how she gave her kids melatonin to sleep. Isn't that like drugging your kids, though? Like ahit I want mine to sleep too, but imagine giving them a gummy snack, and that shit is laced. That is wild."

I look out the window, noticing my dumbass should enter this cafe now before it starts raining or gets crowded. I turn off the car and grab my keys while looking into the rear view mirror at Cam. "Yea, so I thought this part was gonna be easy. I just like to gaslight myself." I step out of the car and open the backseat door and try to carefully grab my son without waking him up. I successfully achieved my goal , grabbed his blanket, and threw it over his body, just in case it started to go to rain. I walk into the shop and get in line while looking at the menu. The line is pretty long. I might be here for a while.

"She is adorable." I hear a voice say behind me, and turn around and see a woman. She is beautiful, I can't tell her age. What I am able to tell is her obvious attraction, with her continuing to bite her lower lips while staring at me. She is giving off an aura of pure confidence while I do enjoy it. It would be quite fun to play with her. "Well, thank you, but she is actually a male," I state and watch her eyes go wide, and she becomes embarrassed. "I'm so sorry. I just thought he was a girl." "No it's cool. Most people assume he is a girl, I don't know if it's cause of the curly hair or the fact that he looks like me." I say slightly, laughing to make sure she doesn't get too anxious.

"You're right. He truly does look like his gorgeous mother. Looks run in the family, I can tell." I make eyes at her. Wow, it seemed I've found a bold one. "Awe, that cute, I'll let you have that one." She smiles it off before I realize that line has shortened. Making me the next person in line. I order a chocolate chip muffin, one of Cam's favorite just in case he wakes up and wants some of it. And ice vanilla latte. I smile at the batista and wait for her to tell me the price. When she does, I move to grab my card before the mysterious women behind me speak up. "Could you add an iced tea with that, and I'll be playing. Thanks." I turned around making eye contact with her, and now I didn't expect that to be her next move. She gestures me to a table. And I look her up and down before deciding to take a seat. I'm checking on Cam to see if he is still resting well. He is.

"You didn't have to pay for that." "Oo I know, but I thought it would leave a lasting impression." She states while smirking, I laugh managing to keep my volume to a minimum. "So you think you can buy me?" Before she can answer, the waiter comes up and gives us both our orders. We both bow slightly and say thank you. Managing to say it at the same time and laughing as the women walks away.

I'm Tiana, by the way, and the little man that you mistook for a girl is Cameron. As you can see, he is so tired, guess that what happens when Mama extends bedtime." She smiles before saying, "Well, like I said, I'm sorry about the whole gender thing."It's like 2023, I could get you canceled for that. You know." We both laugh again. Before I take a sip of my latte. "I'm Monika Shin. Nice to meet you." I move over to shake her hand. "Well, you've never heard of me," I look at her puzzled. I smirk. "Does that always work for you?"

She laughs, "I am quite famous and known around these parts, so usually ma'am." I stare her down before looking at her lips. "You know most people see the baby and then lose interest." She chuckled while finally taking a sip of her drink. "And most people would know who I am, so i guess I'm not most people, "So what I'm hearing is you think you got a chance, that's cute. Well then, let's see, huh?"

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billthedrake · 1 year

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NO PROFILE PIC

I wasn't sure I wanted to move to Chicago, but the company that was flying me there for the interview was one of the better places to work for and even as a holder of a newly minted Harvard MBA, I knew this would be an incredible job to land. Executive leadership track, and high-paying in a medium cost of living city.

It wasn't like I was eager to leave Boston, either. I'd had a good bit of luck as a younger man into topping older, exec types. Between the middle-aged professional gay men and the straightish dudes looking to play with a guy, I had achieved a nice mix of regular fuckbuddies and new conquests over two years. Some provided oral service only, and that was great, while some let me fuck them. I didn't think of myself as a shallow asshole, but maybe with sex I was, getting off on the fact these older, successful men would drop things for me to take care of my needs.

Maybe the only drawback was that New England reserve. During my college years at Clemson, I'd gotten very used to a needy, hungry type of Southern daddy. I wouldn't say those years turned me onto older bottoms, but they cemented my love of a 40- or 50-something masculine man with a submissive side. I found my share of bottom dads in Boston, but few really wanted to embrace or indulge the kind of submissiveness that really got me going.

When I started my MBA program, I had my sights set on New York, of course. Even if less than 1% of those hot Wall Street types were bottoms, that was still a lot to have fun with. About once every couple of months, I'd take the train down and line up a couple of hot hookups that put those Boston execs to shame.

But I was starting be realistic. I sent some applications to a number of New York companies and had some initial interviews, but I wasn't going to land an opportunity like William Blair.

So I bought a new interview suit, on the conservative side of conservative business dress, and a new, equally conservative, tie, and I flew out to Chicago. They were putting me up for two nights in a hotel in the Loop, and I decided to tack on a third night to enjoy the city and do a little reconnoissance.

After a delayed flight, I thought maybe I'd just keep that first afternoon and evening low key. Walk around downtown a little, grab a bite somewhere, that kind of thing. As a Southern boy, I'll admit I wasn't keen on the idea of Chicago weather, but spring had sprung in the best way for my arrival. I checked in to my hotel and freshened up. When I stepped out again, the city's energy gave me a second wind. Best of all there were a fuck ton of hot guys walking around, some in business casual, some in suits. A lot with that cornfed Midwestern look that I decided I liked.

That's why I pulled up the apps. I knew I'd love have a hot older guy sucking me or bending over for me that evening. Perfect way to see what Chicago was about, I figured.

Of course, there's often that disconnect between the hotness you see walking around and the guys available on the apps. Don't get me wrong: some other dude would have been happy enough with what I saw. But there was a sea of regular "jocky" gay men that didn't push my buttons, and a good majority of the older guys who did listed total top or top vers. I had a profile that was specific in who I was and what I wanted: total top, very verbal, into fit/regular professional/executive men 40+, love submissive guys, but newbies/DL guys OK. In reality, if the guy was hot enough, I'd ease back on the dom talk, and in Boston that seemed to happen a lot, but that was on a case-by-case basis.

I checked out Sniffies for a few prospects. But either I didn't hear back from them or nothing clicked. I got a few hits myself. Two were not my type at all, one was more a "not now but maybe later" groundwork chat.

I grabbed some dinner in a restaurant bar. The happy crowd was still lingering and I had a good sightline to a couple of middle aged businessmen at the other end of the bar. Blond, beefy, tall... Chicago certainly gave me some welcome eye candy.

I enjoyed the surreptitious bone I was forming sitting at the bar. Maybe I had a libido that could spill over into sex addiction, but it had been a solid week since I'd had a business daddy suck me, and the number of hot business guys in the airport and walking around downtown Chicago had my imagination running wild.

I opened Grindr again. Nothing caught my eye, but as I browsed Sniffies I got a message. The profile was a shell that had no picture, showing up about 4 blocks away, but the stats listed sounded up my alley: 58, 6'2" 195# bottom, corporate/clean cut married looking for corporate/bro/jock/son. Not hosting.

His tone was perfect, too: "Hi man. Fucking hot profile. Long day in meetings and I need to let off some steam..."

I didn't have pictures of him to go by, but was willing to engage. "How would you do that?" I asked.

The response was immediate. "It's been too long since I sucked a cock."

OK, I wanted pictures. "Pics?"

He sent me a few. No face, but there was one framing a chin/mouth shot and the top of a shirt/tie combo, all drenched in dripping cum. Very nice jawline and, I dunno, he had a hot mouth. The other was a mirror selfie of his body. He might be 58 but had that fit-daddy look, like a man who lifts and runs and plays racquetball regularly. He had my attention a big way.

"Hot profile yourself," I typed back. The man was about two blocks away. "I can send you more pics if you want," I typed.

"Feel free," he wrote. "But your cock is enough man. I wanna take care of that."

OK, I was rockhard beneath the bar ledge. I'd have to think of something unsexy to be less obscene when I left. I had more than a prospect, I had a pretty sure thing.

"I don't recripocate," I clarified. As much as I put on my preferences and expectations on the profile, some dudes had reading comprehension problems, or liked to play cute by pushing their luck.

"I just like being on my knees for a guy like you." Goddam. "I just can't host."

"I'm staying at a hotel," I typed back. "When can we make this happen?"

"Give me 45 minutes? I still have some work bullshit to tend to."

"Sounds great," I typed him my hotel and room number, then flagged the bartender to pay my check.

I was getting so turned on by the time I got back to my room. Maybe I shouldn't let it go a week between blowjobs, but even with the apps and overall having the goods that attracted men, it wasn't always feasible to get the service I wanted. I'll be honest: the more luck I had, the pickier I got about the kind of older men I wanted.

I told myself not to get too excited for this hookup. Maybe the guy was a bullshitter, or maybe he wouldn't be as hot as the corporate daddy in my mind. Still, I was feeding off his submissive vibe and wanted to set the tone for the encounter. Once in my room, I stripped down naked.

I took a look in the mirror to check my appearance. I had an athletic build, from years of playing tennis, including on the Clemson men's tennis team, and in my last couple of years I'd kept up my game and a regular gym routine. Maybe it helped being into older men, but that's just how I was wired. My first time with another guy was with my high school tennis coach, and I hadn't looked back.

A knock came at the door. I went and peeked through the peephole to make sure it wasn't housekeeping or anyone else. Indeed, a suited handsome daddy stood outside. I didn't get a great view of him that way, but I opened the door, and let him in.

Up close, he was just incredible. Executive cut brown hair showing some wisps of gray at the temples, upright posture, a trim but muscular body that filled out a clearly expensive and well tailored suit.

His eyes widened and he laughed a little when he saw I was completely naked.

I took the initiative though. "You said you were here to take care of me, right?"

He nodded, looking down at my erection. "Definitely," he said. Then without fanfare the exec got onto his knees and started to kiss and nuzzle my dong, while letting out a soft, deep grunt.

I actually loved this give and take. When an older man so clearly is there to service me. But I also loved for a cocksucker to enjoy my dick in the way that turns him on. Exec Daddy liked the slow approach, working me to steel hardness with his tongue and fingers before actually taking me in between his lips.

I was curious how long it had been for the guy, he was just attacking my bone like an addict getting a needed fix. Deep descent onto my cock with each bob, and getting deeper. He gagged a little before settling into the pace. That was hot as fuck.

He took the liberty of running his hands along my hairy thighs and curling around the hamstrings for leverage and balance as he really got into it. It was starting to feel real good. This was gonna be a blowjob to make me forget my last five. There was just no comparison.

Exec Daddy spit out my dick. He swallowed the spit and cleared his throat. "I forgot to ask," he said. "You like to get off fast? Or you prefer me to take my time?"

Both sounded great. But I knew my answer. "Fuck... take your time."

He smiled and muttered, "thanks," before going down on me again. I could tell he was excited to blow me. Maybe excited to blow any guy, but I was the right dude at the right place and time. And though I didn't have his full story, I seemed to fit his type or what he was looking for. Young, bro-jock type in spades.

His sucking now was exquisite torture. Glacial-slow down my hardon, taking in my girth and running his tongue along the tube of the underside. Maybe he was showing off for me, maybe he was just enjoying the opportunity to worship a cock. He neared the base of my prick, then pulled up just as slowly. The third time down he was kissing my pubes.

From there, Exec Daddy worked me up with precision. Even if this guy's technique was lousy, he would have pushed my buttons big time. I ran my fingers through his hair as he picked up speed, keeping the deep throating with each swallow.

The man spit out my dick again, licking up the spit to make sure none got onto his tie. "God, this is a big cock,"" he muttered, not even taking his eyes off it.

"You know how to take it," I hissed. My dick twitched in front of him.

That made the executive smile as he looked up at me. "It takes a good bit to trip my gag reflex, actually."

"Yeah?" I asked, excitedly.

He nodded, reaching forth to gently stroke my hardon. "I mean, I definitely have one and this bad boy would be enough to do it.... fuck...!"

He took the initiative now in sucking me back in. All in one go. I'd never get sick of this view, his expensive suit framing that fit-dad body. I don't know Executive Daddy's story, but he was the real deal all right. And he was giving me some primo head.

I got greedy though. I head onto his skull and started thrusting. It had been too long since I'd used a mouth. I might be putting Exec Daddy's skills to waste but this is what I craved at the moment. My dick can do some damage if I'm not careful, and I heard some choked grunts, then Exec Daddy pushed against my hips to signal a break. I gave it to him.

He swallowed his spit and caught his breath. "If you're gonna do that, let's try on the bed. The angle's better that way," he hissed.

"Fuck yes," I said. I watched excitedly as the man got onto the bed crosswise and lay back with his head over the edge. I gave him a second to get settled then I stepped up. His tongue darted against my cock head, then I felt the warm wetness of his mouth enclose my dick.

I wasn't rough but my entry was direct and insistent. Pushing in to bottom out in one go. Exec Daddy moaned around my cock, but in a good way. I tapped his cheek as a signal I was about to start.

Then I did it. I looked down on this suited middle aged stud and just began fucking his throat. I had restraint in keeping from shoving in too hard but I was deep and steady in my thrusts. It had been too long since I'd found a man who'd let me do this, who was capable of letting me do this.

My height meant I wasn't at the perfect level so I leaned forward to allow me to fuck his mouth like a fleshjack. The noises were obscene, with wet slick moans and a little light gags, but mostly Exec Daddy took it. The angle meant I was penetrating his gullet more deeply, and the wet snugness was gonna milk me off, quick.

The trigger though was his reaction. He was throwing hard in his suit trousers, his spike forming a tent in the wool. Exec Daddy arched his back to accommodate my thrusting. That action made me blast. Six, maybe eight, hard spurts of cum right into his stomach. The man was only going to taste the dribbles on the withdrawal.

His face was red from the blood rushing to his head and he had some spit on his face. The man caught his breath and kissed my wet dong as I slipped out. I let him enjoy this, but it was clear he wasn't going to get off in this session, so I stepped back and gently patted his face.

"Fuck, thanks," I hissed. After a good cum, I generally become more easy going, even after more dominating sex.

He got up and washed his face at the sink. He was still hard as he stepped back, adjusting his shirt in his suit to look presentable. I was naked still, and enjoying his eyes on me. "Glad I logged in today," he said. "It's been a long time since I've played."

I still had to square the words and easygoingness about sex with his boardroom-ready looks. Maybe he was fibbing to assure me he wasn't a slut, but given the quality of the suit, I could very much picture him as the kind of man who indulged his need to suck cock only occasionally.

"Glad you did, too," I said. "You're an incredible cocksucker," I added. Friendly in tone but also asserting his submission to me. "I don't know if you ever do repeats but I'm in town for a few days...."

I could his battling thoughts. But he hadn't gotten off just now and maybe was letting his dick think for him. "I gotta be careful, man," he said. Which was basically a yes.

"Absolutely," I assured him. "I'm totally discreet. I just want your mouth on my dick again, before I head back home."

He asked if I used a certain message app, and I did. We swapped contact info. Part of me wanted to kiss him but felt it wasn't his thing. So we bumped fists at the door as I showed him out.

Fifteen minutes later I got a message. "Thank you for that," he wrote. "You pleased and all drained?"

I felt my dick chub up. "Pleased. Probably could go again to be honest."

"I wanna suck you again. Maybe first thing tomorrow?"

"I have a meeting to go to 8:30," I wrote. "But if before 8 that works.

"Yeah, I'm an early riser." Then, "want your cum to start my work day."

"Well hit me up first thing. I'll be up early to hit the gym." Chicago was only one hour behind, but that meant I'd easily be up before 6.

"I will man. You're so fucking hot."

***

I didn't fuck Exec Daddy's face the next morning. Instead, I let him show off his skills on me. I'm a morning guy when it comes to sex, so it took maybe 3 minutes from the time he came in till the time he left, my cum as his breakfast.

I felt happy and relaxed and I wondered if the experience had tipped the scales in favor of moving to Chicago. I mean, there were hot men everywhere, but Exec Daddy was my type to a frickin T. Even if he was just an occasional thing, I'd be very into establishing something regular with him.

But that was putting the cart before the horse. I hadn't been offered a job, and hell I had no idea if the middle aged corporate guy was up for anything more than a couple of times.

Still, the experience had me ready to do my best for the interview. I made sure everything was perfect for my suit and tie combo and that my black dress shoes were polished, then made my way across the river to William Blair. I met with HR then had a round of VP interviews. I think I did pretty well, but you never really know. I'd been overconfident in one job interview already. I learned and adapted.

They took me to lunch. Even if I didn't end up landing the job, it was nice to be courted.

At 1:30, they took me to meet the new director of global wealth management, who'd basically be my boss's boss and someone I'd be working with as a member of the leadership mentor program.

It was a nice office with a great view of the river and the Chicago high rises. But as the man stood up, I saw the fear and shock and embarrassment on his face. It was Exec Daddy, who'd blown me just six hours earlier. Robert Lyman was the only member of the leadership team whose photo I hadn't seen; his hire was very recent and his profile page on William Blair's website still lacked a photo.

I knew my own face betrayed a million emotions, too, but I played it cool. "Cole Edwards," I said, extending my hand to shake his. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Lyman."

"You can call me Robert," he said, recovering without too much slipping. "Nice to meet you." He turned to the HR specialist who was my guide for the afternoon. "Give us 30 minutes, Dan?" he asked. The HR guy nodded and backed out, shutting the office door behind him.

I was wrapping my head around the fact that I'd blown my chances at the job. No way would this guy hire me now. At least I'd gotten some hot sex out of it.

"Of all the cocks in Chicago to suck," he laughed, face blushing some.

I leaned back in my seat. Even now, I was getting hard, looking at the man and remembering him going down on me. "Don't worry Robert," I said. "I meant what I said about being discreet."

I wasn't fishing for anything, but after seeming to think things over he said softly. "You texted earlier you'd be up for another blowjob at the end of the day."

I was incredulous. "You still offering?" The man must really be cock crazy. Or Robert realized he'd already cross the line, so why stop?

He grinned. "I have plans I can't get out of," he replied. "But if you want one now..."

My cock made it all the way to erect in my new suit. "God yes," I hissed. Reaching down to undo my belt.

"Let me lock the door," he said as he bounded up. I liked his suit yesterday better, but this one was equally expensive and perfectly tailored. I unzipped and hauled out my cock and watched him walk back, a naughty grin on his face.

Right there, in his own office, he got down on his knees on the carpet and scooted in between my spread legs. This was just about the best sex I'd ever had. The emotional power of having this subservient exec going down on me, the fucked up situation, and the amazing cocksucking technique. Blowjob #1 had been about me fucking his face, #2 about him doing all the work. Blowjob #3 was a mix, him bobbing and me assertively pressing his head down on each downstroke. He was probably getting some spit on my trousers, and I hoped to hell I'd be able to pat it dry before my next appointment.

"Shit!" I growled in a whisper as I fed him his second meal of cum in a day. He slurped and suckled and licked my dick as I rode the aftershocks.

He finally pulled back, a proud smile on his face. I still couldn't believe a man that powerful and handsome had made me cum three times in less than 24 hours. He got up and walked back to his desk as I did my best to tuck in.

"You need a napkin?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said. Then tried blotting the spit wetness from the charcoal gray fabric.

"We have about 20 minutes," he finally said. "Let's talk about why you think you'd be leadership material at William Blair."

***

I still didn't know where I stood. Robert Lyman could kill my application with the lift of his finger, I knew. If I were him, that's what I'd do. I was an HR nightmare waiting for him to step on if I joined the firm.

So as I got to my hotel room that night, I was a little moody. But I still replayed those blowjobs in my head. Especially #3. Feeling I'd already done the best - and worse - that I could for the interview, I typed Robert a message.

"My only regret was that I couldn't fuck you." I normally felt a guy out longer or waited for him to bring it up. At least if he was a married with kids type like Robert. With gay daddies you didn't have to be so coy. I was now feeling like I had nothing more to lose.

I expected radio silence, actually, but got a reply within ten minutes. "It's been a long time since I've done that."

I was hard again. "I'd go easy on you. Scout's honor."

"LOL. I think I prefer cocksucking, but you would be the kind of man to persuade me otherwise."

"What kind of man is that?"

"Jock next door type. Hung. Horny," he wrote. Then, "Your accent drives me wild, too."

I smirked. "I look forward to the chance to let you hear it again."

He took a minute to reply. I wondered if he was with his family, maybe having a late dinner, or watching TV. "You still trying to interview for the job?"

"I'm more interested in interviewing you for a good sub dad," I answered truthfully.

He didn't reply.

***

"May I speak to Cole Edwards?" the woman said. I had gotten so used to not answering phone calls, because of the spam robocalls, but the area code was a Chicago one.

"Speaking," I said. I'd just gotten back from the courts where I'd played a game of tennis one of the finance professors. He wasn't a sub daddy, and was even on the younger side of what I normally went for at 38. But he was extremely handsome and extremely open to giving me head. He sucked me off in the seat of his SUV before dropping me off at my apartment building.

"I am calling with good news, Mr. Edwards. William Blair was very impressed with your interview and would like to offer you the position."

The rest of the conversation was short but sweet. She gave me the basics of the offer - compensation, expected hire date, and the next steps. I'd have a week to give my decision. I thanked her and hung up. I was thrilled. I'd been going over the pros and the cons of the job and of Chicago, and I'd practically talked myself into thinking I didn't even want it. But now the offer was there, I realized how amazing this opportunity would be.

I wondered if Robert had pulled some strings, or if I'd gotten the position on my own merits. I thought of texting him, but figured now that I would actually be working at the company, I'd have to play it safe.

But within an hour I got a message from him. "Did I pass the interview?" was his message.

I smirked and typed back. "It's a start." I set down my phone and stripped down to shower up.

Fuck, I was gonna love Chicago.

#drakestories

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my-soupy-brain · 10 months

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the thought of ted stretching and his shirt riding up to show his tummy + happy trail has just made me SO distracted at work

I love getting these requests because I'm not the only thirsty person for Ted/Jason's stomach. Let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader

Warnings: Mostly fluff + lust

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You were in a meeting in Rebecca's office, she and Leslie going round and around about some new players to sign.

You were trying to keep up. Since you were filling in for Keeley, who'd gone off on her own, you weren't sure what you were supposed to be keeping track of but watching them was like watching a ping pong match.

"Hiya, Boss. Oh hey there, Higgins!" Ted announces as he walks into the office, dropping off Rebecca's small pink box of homemade biscuits.

They always smelled so amazing...

"Oh and hey there, y/n!" he exclaims happily, smiling at you. You wave back, your heart fluttering. You always have had a little crush on Ted. He's so jovial, so funny, so nice and so...

Sexy.

Ted plops down on the couch to watch the discussion, smiling at you as your face returns to your laptop where your fingers move swiftly over the keys.

"How's it goin', Hemingway," Ted jokes with a big grin. You chuckle.

"It's goin'! Just sitting in to see where I can help with press," you add, not looking up from your screen. Ted nods, pursing his lips, half listening to the conversation.

Your eyes are fixed on your screen until Ted stretches his arms over his head, and his polo shirt, rides up just enough to see his tummy. And his...

happy trail.

Gulp.

Well, what was a little crush is now full-blown lust. He leans his head back on the couch, his arms stretched behind him, and doesn't seem at all fussed that his skin is showing.

And he has no idea what it's doing to you.

Your eyes travel up to the top of his polo, where a couple buttons are undone and his chest hair peeks out of the top. You always noticed this and loved it. It's so masculine. Incredibly sexy.

But now you know where the rest of it goes, your brain starts to imagine taking him out of those clothes, pulling down those khakis, and...

"Y/N?" Rebecca asks again.

"Hm?" you answer, snapping out of your lusty daydream.

"Can you put together a press release?" Rebecca asks, her eyes wide and kind, but expecting an answer.

You nod, not sure you know what you're putting the release together about it.

"Absolutely, can do!" you answer, nervously sweating at the agreement that you are ashamed to admit you know nothing about.

When the meeting ends, you all return to your offices, and Ted walks with you down the hall. You say nothing. Your brain is racing to figure out what the hell you agreed to, so you don't look like an idiot.

I'm too new. I can't admit I wasn't listening. I have to get it together...

Ted sees the wheels turning as he follows behind you into your office.

"Oh, Ted, can I help you," you ask as you turn around. His hands are in his pockets and he's smiling.

"I think ya drifted off somewhere else in that meeting upstairs," Ted says with a smile. You blush hard.

"I'm...sorry..." you admit, worried he's judging you.

"I didn't mean to distract ya," he says, winking at you now. And now you want the earth to open up and swallow you whole.

"No, I mean... I... I didn't..." you stammer, your eyes darting toward the ground, looking for an out.

Lightning bolt? Car to ram into your office? ANYTHING!

He steps a little closer, looking at you with equally blushed cheeks.

"It's OK, you distract me, too sometimes..." he says with a low voice. "You wanna go out? Grab a drink sometime?"

You nod with a smile, pushing out your embarrassment. "I'd love that, Ted."

He grins and nods. "It's a date!" he adds happily, just about to open your door.

"Oh, and the press release? It's about Zava coming to the team. Stop by later, we'll talk. I'll help."

You smile and let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"Thanks, Ted."

He winks again. "See you soon."

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I just know if Ted KNEW you were distracted at work, he would absolutely positively figure it out and then also help you out of your jam. My God why can't he be real. Thanks for the prompt, friend!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfictin #ted lasso flirt #ted lasso fluff #ted's happy trail should be a more popular hashtag

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mina-saiyat · 10 months

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Twice Interactive Story Part 898.5-925.5 Got The Thrills (Momo, Dahyun, Chaeyoung)

You wait for Momo downstairs at her house, she hugs and kisses you passionately right after she enters your car.

'I miss you so much, honey.' Momo caresses your cheek. 'Are you staying with me tonight?'

"I'd like to, but I have to get up early for work." I pat her head. "So let's just have a good night Momo."

'OK...' Momo let you go and you start to drive.

'But you would stay with me at gym before...' Momo whispers.

'Momo?' You can't hear what she is saying so you ask again.

'No, nothing. I am just talking to myself.'

You focus on driving again and you bring her to the bowling alley.

Before I get out of the car I grab her hands, "Momo, tell me what you said earlier. I don't want there to be problems between us. I want to listen to what you have to say."

'You... you will stay with me even if you need to work before. Why you are not ok now?' Momo looks at you shyly and asks the question she keeps in mind.

'Momo, I...' You kiss her cheek while organizing what you should say.

"I've been getting into the practice of taking care of my sisters' who have come to live with me for a small bit of time. I make them breakfast before I leave in the morning. " I kiss her other cheek, "I'm sorry, I just automatically put them first in my mind. I think it would be rude to have you wake up with me gone in the morning. So..." I shake my head, "I'm sorry, Momo. How about next weekend I spend a day with you and stay over? I want to make up for not being able to stay with you tonight. "

'I want to take care by you too.' Momo grabs your hand.

'And I don't want to be like Nayeon that only can meet you on weekends or once a week. It's not enough.' Momo shakes her head.

'Am I asking too much?' Momo low downs her and looks at the ground. 'Maybe we should go for bowling first.'

You and Momo leave for the car and head to the bowling alley.

Momo seems not familiar with every sports except for gym. Just like last time, Momo doesn't what she is doing and she just keep throwing the ball into the tunnel.

'Why...' Momo sighs again, you stand behind her and guide her to try again. You hold Momo's hand and help her to aim, you two are standing so close and your crotch is rubbing her peach ass.

I laugh at Momo's struggle. "Come on Momo, I know you can do it." I ignore her ass as best as I can, trying to get her a strike.

You help Momo aim at the pin, you focus on aiming and try your best to ignore her sexy body.

However, Momo seems cannot focusing, her body softening and leaning on you, her face turns red as you whisper in her ears. 'Look at there, Momo...'

'Hmm...'

You hold Momo's hand and throw the ball out, 'Ah...' You hear Momo's moan, you thought she is too happy as it's a strike, but you do not know that your hardened member slides in her ass cheek when you throw the ball.

I turn Momo around and hug her, "you did it Momo! You got a strike!" Still hugging her I lift her and spin her around.

'Yah! There's so many people watching, put me down Y/N.' Momo blushes and hammer your shoulder, signal you to get her down.

You turn around and see there's some people watching you two, and you see a familiar face among the people but you forgot who she is.

You put down Momo and kiss her cheek, ' I know you can do it.'

'I can't do it without you, Y/N.' Momo cups your cheek and looks at you seriously, her lips is approaching yours.

I turn my head to make her kiss my cheek. "You have to do it on your own now." I grab Momo a ball and hand it to her. "Come on, I know you can do it."

Momo does not take the ball, she steps closer, close enough for you to hug her, then she adjusts her position and grabs your hand on the ball, lets you help her on aiming.

'Here we go again, honey. Get a strike for me.'

"Momo, you have to get one on your own. This will be the last time then you got to prove you can do one without help." After that, I move forward to throw the ball and get another strike.

Momo kisses your cheek and then gets a ball and go on her own. 'I will try, baby.'

Momo walks on the lane, and throws the ball out. Umm... at least she can hit the target now, although it's far from a strike.

Momo pours her face and looks at you, 'I just throw the ball like you, why...'

"It just takes some time and practice. You'll get it eventually." I say as I watch her try again. We end up bowling for a while before deciding to leave.

You and Momo finish the bowling and leave the stadium. You take Momo to a restaurant before sending her home.

'You really not gonna stay, honey?' Momo hugs your arm, 'I can go to your home too.'

"Not tonight, sorry baby." I wrap my arms around Momo and give her a kiss. "I had a lot of fun tonight, I hope you did too."

'Yes, I have a lot of fun, but it would be more perfect if you stay.' Momo gives you a smile.

'Or you want some coffee?' Momo cups your cheek and kisses you, she holds your head firmly, prevents you escape again, you can feel her tongue is sneaking your teeth, wanted to find your tongue.

I press Momo against her door and start to use my tongue in the kiss. Eventually breaking it off I say, "I could come in for some coffee, but I can't stay the night." I press my body against Momo's and stare into her eyes, "I think I want something else too."

'That's the Y/N I know.' Momo giggles and open the door.

'If coffee is not enough, how about the melon? I guess you miss it so much, right?' Momo starts to undress, only keeping her bra and panties.

Her hands go down to your crotch and unties your belt, 'I want the sausage too, is time for a cup of coffee enough?'

"Well, maybe a little longer than a cup of coffee." I start to strip off my clothes, kissing Momo's neck and playing with her breasts and ass in between pieces of clothing.

You push Momo into her bedroom and remove her remaining clothes. You two rolling on the bed while making out passionately.

Momo press your head to lick her tits while her legs are crossing on your back, your cock is keep rubbing her clit, and you can feel how wet she is.

'Come on, take me Y/N. Make me yours again, I don't wanna leave you anymore.' Momo moans as she presses your head to her chest harder.

I suckle on her tits and align my cock to her entrance before looking at her and slamming my cock into her. I lightly bite her nipple as I begin thrusting.

'Uh Ah...' Momo moans like crying when you start thrusting, her walls is welcoming you, you can feel how tight she is as you haven't fuck her for a period.

'Honey ah... I love you.' Momo keep pressing your head to her chest. Her legs locking you, not giving you chance to slow down.

I move up and kiss Momo while thrusting quickly. "You're so tight Momo." I start squeezing her body, and playing with her.

'Ah, I am so tight because only you can fuck me... Ah...' Momo's legs keep pushing you to move.

'You like my pussy so well then you should stay, I will wrap you so well until the sun rises. Give me the cum that do not belong to Nayeon anymore.' Momo grabs your head for a kiss, her body shakes as she is approaching the orgasm.

I press my body against hers and continue to plow her. I hold her hands as we both get close to our orgasms. "You're going to take all my cum Momo."

'Ah!'

'Oh...'

With two moans and three more thrusts, you and Momo both reach orgasm. You keep thrusting until you feel your balls are empty, Momo's walls are still milking. You rest on her body and are ready to pull out.

Momo stops you and wipe away your sweat on the forehead, 'No, honey, let us connect longer, it's been too long...'

'Now you would only cum for me, not for Nayeon, right?'

“Don’t way her name Momo” I flip Momo onto her stomach and spank her before ramming my cock back into her.

'Yeah, no more her, just me and you.' Momo gets herself in your arms and lets you hug her.

'You aren't going to leave yet right honey? At least a bit longer, I wanna sleep in your arms.' Momo grabs your arm closer.

"Fine, but I'll be gone in the morning." I stay with Momo until she falls asleep and then carefully leave after writing her a note explaining I had a good time. I drive home and pick up some snack for Chaeyoung and Dahyun.

When you arrive home, you hear some moans coming from your room, and you see Dahyun and Chaeyoung pleasuring each other on your bed. They seem too focused and did not notice you are watching.

I set a very early alarm on my phone that way in case Mina comes I can avoid her coming and seeing something she shouldn't. After that, I spank Dahyun and Chaeyoung. "You can't stop for just one night can you?"

'Ahhh Oppa!!!' Dahyun cums instantly when she sees you break in.

'It's Chaeyoung, she starts first.' Dahyun blushes while she recovering, you can see your bedsheet is covered by their nectars.

Chaeyoung walks to you and starts removing your clothes. 'I just living here for a month, and after that, All I have is just a dildo at my dorm.'

Chaeyoung started jerking you off, 'Don't pretend you don't want to play every night too, you are hard already. How long you are peeking huh?' You hand start going through her body.

I look at Dahyun and motion for her to come to me. At that point, I kiss her and squeeze her ass. "I think I have to punish you two for being naughty and starting early." I say as I pull on Chaeyoung's nipple with my other hand.

Chaeyoung's body shivers when you pull on her nipples, she moans in pain but she didn't stop her hand. 'Yes, oppa punish your slutty sisters, we are waiting for it too long.'

Dahyun grabs your hand from her ass to her breast without breaking the kiss, your tongue dance together while you are squeezing their tits at the same time, feeling the difference between them.

'Umm... Who's better, Oppa?' Chaeyoung asks when she licks your ear.

"I don't know guess we'll have to see," I say before kissing Chaeyoung. I have them lay of the bed facing me and place my cock between them. "Show me who's better."

You slowly low down your body and eventually put your cock between their tits. They press their tits together after you get inside, the sweat in their cleavage makes your thrust smoother, and their skin rubs on your cock, you moan from the sensation as you are wrapping by their pairs of mounds.

It's the first time you enjoy a double tit job, although their size is just adequate, you can't stop to move your waist for chasing the pleasure. The pleasure of fucking your sisters brings you more than physical happiness, you are feeling good that you can fuck your sisters at the same time.

'Ah...' You back to reality when you feel Chaeyoung suddenly licks your tip when it pops out from the breast.

'I know you love it, Oppa.' Chaeyoung smirks and keeps her work. Seeing you so enjoy, Dahyun joins Chaeyoung to lick your tip.

'Ah, yes, girls, keep going.' You pat their heads to appreciate their great works while keep thrusting.

'So who's tits better huh?' Chaeyoung did not forget her question.

In a teasing voice, I say, "I don't know...Dahyun's feel pretty nice." After I gently press their heads forward so they use their mouths more.

Dahyun is amused by your praise and she put more effort into pleasuring you.

'Yah!' Chaeyoung is not satisfied by your answer but she got no choice as you are pressing her head.

'Oh...' You keep enjoying their service, and you find that they are competing for your praise, and it's turns out bring you more pleasure.

'Maybe let us to serve you, oppa?' Dahyun asks as she sees you rolling your eye up when they lick your tip.

You can change the position to lay on the bed and let them serve you for a longer time, or you can keep thrusting quickly and cum all over their face.

'Oppa?' Chaeyoung licks your tip as she sees you are not answering them.

"I thought you were going to serve me?" I say looking at the two of them.

Chaeyoung licks your cock one more time before letting your cock go. You now laying on the bed, watching your sisters serve you like a king.

Dahyun and Chaeyoung cooperate well, your cock is wrapped between their tits, and while they are kissing right on top of your tip, their saliva dropping on your cock makes you turned on.

You enjoy the slow sex that you haven't tried for a long time, you imagine what it would feel like if it is Momo and Jihyo, who have the largest tits are serving you would feel like, you close your eye to enjoy while keep praising your sister's work.

I enjoy the feeling of their tongues and tits on my cock for a while, "You're doing great but I've got an idea." I tap on Dahyun's arm and motion for her to come to me. "Sit on my face while you do it, Dahyun."

'Oppa, but it is so dirty...' Dahyun hesitates for a second but still follows your order, she sits on your face and turns in a 69 position.

The sisters start the double titjob again, and you grab Dahyun's ass and licking her clit furiously.

'Ahh! Oppa!' Dahyun is surprised by your assault and can't stop moaning, her thighs clamp your head tight, 'Now you know it's good?' Chaeyoung smirks

'Ah! Yes! Oppa! I love it! Ah!' Dahyun 's leg press you tighter, you spank her ass and feeling the smoothness of her milky thigh.

I go between spanking Dahyun and squeezing her ass as I continue to eat her out. "I want you to cum for me Dahyun."

'Ahhh!!!' Dahyun cums as she splashes all over your face, your tongue did not, you try to go deeper in her pussy, but the amount of her nectar is too much, and you are choked.

The lack of oxygen pushes you over the edge, Chaeyoung can feel your cock starts throbbing.

'come here, Dahyun eooni, let Oppa see how he paints our face.' Dahyun struggle stands up and goes to Chaeyoung's position, get your cock between their tits again, but you are not happy that Chaeyoung has stopped your orgasm.

I start thrusting in between their tits just trying to get my orgasm. "Fuck, get ready you two I'm cumming." I moan.

Hearing your moan, Chaeyoung guides Dahyun to stick out her tongue, when their tongue hit your tips, you can't control yourself anymore. You shoot all your cum on their face, Chaeyoung keeps teasing your tips, not giving you a chance to rest, you can't stop your cum, as they move their tits again.

The orgasm is so intense, as they have giving you the double titjob for too long, Chaeyoung uses her free hand to massage your ball, the sisters want to milk you, you just keep moaning from the pleasure.

“Why don't you get on Chaeyoung?" I ask as I grab one of her arms. "I'm going to fuck you until you can hardly stay awake."

'So finally, the punishment?' Chaeyoung releases your cock and sits on your lap, ready to ride you.

Chaeyoung bends down to kiss your cheek, getting some cum on your face. 'Cum everything you have for me, I will take pills later.'

You cock is hard again when she grind her ass against you.

Dahyun on the other side grabs your finger start licking it, the way she looks at you makes you wanna fuck her first.

"Don't worry Dahyun, I'll make sure you get enough too." I say before grabbing Chaeyoung's waist and impaling her on my cock. I thrust up quickly giving her no chance to adjust.

'Ah Ha...' Chaeyoung is happy that you finally start fucking her, her hands twisting your nipples while you are still holding her waist.

You watch Chaeyoung’s tiny tits bouncing as she is riding you, something block your sight when you try to grab her tits.

It's Dahyun, she sits on your face again. You don't hesitate and start eating her out, don't want her to feel like she has been left out.

You spent the night fucking your sisters, you did not cum in them, instead, every time you cum on their bodies, showering them, their body are covered by your sperm.

You hug them in your arms and fall asleep, as they are too tired to get a shower. You fall asleep when you are hoping Mina will come by next morning.

#minasaiyatis #twice smut #momo smut #dahyun smut #chaeyoung smut #twice momo #twice dahyun #twice chaeyoung #twice imagines #kpop smut #girl group smut #female idol smut

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rouge-variant · 2 years

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Hello, I have another request. So cold Captain Levi X cadet reader (canon universe) in an enemies to lovers setting where the reader is secretly depressed and Levi starts to notice that she's not her usual self who likes to irritate him beyond reason as she's become very distant, snappy at her fellow comrades, is eating less and often sits up in the mess hall until 3am on the verge of crying etc. Then he decides to do something about it and get her back to her usual self. I'd preferably like this with a lot of hurt/comfort for the feels, as well as angst and fluff. Hope that's okay, thanks :)

Ok these kinda stories get me all the hecking time. I love emotionally destroying myself but there needs to be a happy ending, like this one. It's very angsty but fluffy at the end. So hopefully I got this right. I'm really sorry it took me so long for this but here you go. Thanks for your request and I hope you enjoy!

Trigger Warning: Due to the nature of the plot, there is mentions of self neglects, eating struggles, weight loss, emotional instability, depression. Please keep this in mind while you read. And if anyone is struggling, I'm here to listen 💜

Levi Ackerman x Reader: Dark Clouds

"CAPTAIN!!!!" Your voice boomed down the empty hallway. Levi was just about to enter his office when he heard you and already the headache set in. He shot you a very, VERY, annoyed look.

"If it's another one of your stupid questions, I'm slamming the door in your face" he growled through clenched teeth and you giggled shaking your head.

"No, not yet. I'm running errands for everyone since I'm going to Trost today and I came to see if you want anything" you calmed down a little, much to Levi's relief. However, you smirked internally as he gave you a list, completely overlooking the fact you said 'not yet'.

"Alright. I'll grab those. Oh and, another question. Do fish drink water?" Your giddiness came back as you watched the small bit of shock flash across Levi's face before his eyebrows furrowed in thought then narrowed down.

"Get out of my sight before I make you" he groaned and you laughed retreating down the hallway.

"Have fun thinking about that Captain!" You called, knowing very well that it would stay on his mind for the remainder of the day.

Your smile faded as you mounted your horse and left the courtyard of the Scouts headquarters. A dark cloud settled over you and your eyes drooped as the sads returned to you.

"Couldn't have let me enjoy that a little bit more, could you?" you muttered to yourself. There was no response, just like always. You weren't sure when this little black cloud grew over your head and decided to settle there but it doesn't seem like was going away any time soon. The only time the sad, empty feeling wasn't hanging around was when you were with your friends, both within the squad and Hanji. Levi made it go away completely while the others only numbed it. That's why you always were hanging around to bug him. Picking up on the light teasing that Hanji did as well as small things to get any sort of reaction out of him. If he didn't like, he would've told you right?

The errands gave you something to distract your mind and a few hours later, you returned to HQ with everything you set off to find. You had found everyone but Hanji and Levi. As you went to check Hanji's office, you could pick up on the low murmur of Levi's voice and the less enthusiastic voice of Hanji.

"I don't understand why she needs to behave so immature. If she has this much free time then why isn't she being put to work?" Levi grumbles. Hanji just shrugged and continued to listen to his rant.

"She's never bothering you or anyone else like that so why me? I'm busy enough dealing with Erwin, papers and my squad. I don't need her pestering as well" you felt the dark cloud begin to loom over you again.

"Maybe she's just trying to give you a break. Something else to focus on so you don't go mad with work. She cares about you Levi" Hanji defended but Levi clicked his tongue.

"As if. She's just another annoying idiot I have to put up with. I don't need her care nor do I enjoy it. It's better if she just stays away and let me be" his tone was sharp.

"She's not annoying. Sooner or later you'll figure that out too. You'll miss it once she's gone" Hanji sighed.

At this point, you wanted to return back into town and disappear. Your chest was tight and it took all your strength not to break down, right there, outside of Hanji's office. You took a moment to gather yourself before knocking three times and opening the door upon Hanji's call.

"There you are! Right on schedule, you got my goods? Oh please tell me you did!" They greeted you excitedly and you nodded, matching her energy despite your dark mood.

"Yup, everything is all right here!" You passed them a package wrapped in cloth and their eyes light up in excitment.

"You are an angel! Thank you my dear!" They smiled and you chuckled a little.

"And for my favourite Captain, I have your new ink and pens" you passed Levi another package wrapped in cloth and he took it with nothing more than a nod of thanks.

"Oh c'mon Levi, don't be such a grouch" Hanji scolded, their tone no longer playful and he rolled his eyes in response.

"He's in a mood. Again" they huffed and you shook your head.

"Isn't he always? I think he's just grouchy he ran out of ink last night " you teased and he shot you a glare that sent a pang of hurt to your chest. He's never been that agressive when your teasing...but then again you overheard their conversation earlier so maybe it was a good time to shut up.

"Anyways, I'm suppose to help with dinner tonight so...see you guys later" you smiled and left. Your behavior went unnoticed by both of them as Hanji was already excitedly unwrapping the package and Levi's mind wandered back to what Hanji had said.

"She's not annoying. Sooner or later you'll figure that out. You'll miss it once she's gone" What did they mean by that?

The moment you were out of the room, your body trembled with silent cries. You covered your mouth and bolted to your room, locking it and backing up to a wall. You slowly slide down it as you became numb to everything. There was no cold radiating off the wall, no rough feeling of the ground, no wetness from your tears as they trailed down your face. You felt nothing. Not after the harsh reality of hearing Levi saying, himself, that he couldn't stand you. It hurt and it hurt worse knowing that now, there was no way that you would be able to continue fighting against this dark feeling. How could you when the person you cared about the most, never expressed his displeasure to you? Instead he lead you on, let you develop this feeling of love for him and crushed it all when venting behind your back.

You felt like you were drowning. There was nothing left for you to cling to, to keep yourself from being pulled into the cold darkness lurking around you. Your sobs remained silent so no one could hear you cries for help. You wanted to go back in time, and just interrupt their conversation before Levi told the truth. Just let you live a lie for just a bit longer. To be happy for just a moment longer. But no, the world was against you and you felt the cold darkness pull you down. You felt everything slip away as your mind turned on 'autopilot'. You were needed in the kitchen in twenty minutes so you quickly freshened up and went to help. The main cook never interacted with you which helped you just get through the two hours of preparing meals for the rest of the Scouts, getting through the large stack of dishes by the sink and putting them away before returning to your room. Where you curled up under your blankets and eventually feel into a restless sleep.

Days slowly turned into weeks which turned into months and Levi questioned why you were suddenly gone. The papers that you tended to deliver was done at a time when he wasn't there, your voice was no longer calling out to him with another stupid question, you weren't sneaking snacks with Sasha during the evening. You were gone and everything around him was...lonely. He hates to admit it but he does miss you. Does he hate you? No, he hates the mushy lovey dovey feeling he feels whenever your around him. How could he become a mess just from hearing your giggle or seeing your smile. You make his heart flutter when you interrupt his train of thought by poking his cheek with the cap-covered pen. There's a strong stab of guilt as his mind replays what he was venting to Hanii about. Hanji understood what he was trying to say, only because they've known him for so long. But...you didn't, which probably explains your disappearance. Hanji was right, he never saw you as annoying but he hurt you before he was able to understand what they meant.

Your barracks was now his destination as he left the comforts of his office and went to see you. Having no plan whatsoever, he approached your hallway and paused seeing Sasha and Mikasa outside your door with a tray of food.

"You cant do this to yourself! Just let us help please!" Sasha begged, knocking on your door continuously. Nothing came in response and her shoulders shook as she started crying.

"Open the door please...you're hurting yourself" Mikasa's voice was equally broken as Sasha's emotional state.

"It shouldn't matter to you. If I don't want to eat, you can't make me. I said I want to be alone. So go" your voice snapped at them both and Mikasa sighed, placing the tray at your door.

"If and when you need us, you'll know where to find us" Sasha said, making sure you heard it before telling you goodnight and following Mikasa back to their barracks.

Once they had left Levi went to your door. There was a faint light that shone through the cracks and there was very little movement. He did hear the uneven breaths coming from your exhausted form. He tried knocking but got nothing in response.

"I know you're in there. It's pointless to hide there" he called out before knocking again. This time he got a humourless chuckle in response.

"Oh wow, you can to check on me. I'm so honoured" sarcasm laced your voice but it wasn't the same playful tone that you used to use with him.

"Of course I did. You're in my squad and you've been skipping out on training and assignments so I came to make sure you weren't getting in trouble " Idiot, he scolds himself. That came out wrong. He came to check because he was worried but stubbornness got in the way.

"You haven't cared before, why start now?" You hissed and it sent him aback. He could hear the hurt in your tone and could easily visualize the tears threatening to spill down your precious face.

"I didn't just start to care. How blind are you?" Again, too agressive and hardly comforting.

"You're wasting time. I'm not leaving here. Just leave" you snapped, just like you did to Sasha and Mikasa. He opened his mouth but thought better of it. He sighed and returned back to his office.

Work was hard to concentrate on because your hurt voice kept ringing in his head. He wanted to change it but he couldn't say the right thing and was only hurting you more. Hours passed and three chimes rang from his little clock on his bookshelf. Only getting through a third of his usual production, he heads to the messhall for a break, only to see that a small flickering candle set on the table that you used to join him at during this time. This is when you would poke his cheek, headbutt his arm, any of your silly overtired antics while you both waited for the tea to steep. But now, you sat alone covered by a blanket, starring at the old wood of the table. Your thinner body shook with each breath as you fought back sobs. He was able to see a sad smile on your face for a few moments before it fell and you covered your face with the blanket it and let out a strangled sob. Levi felt his heart shatter. He's seen multiple soldiers broke down but never you. Not your bubbly self. He clenched his jaw as he told your quiet scoldings, shamings directed at yourself for letting you get this way. Why were you beating yourself up over his own mistake? Because you didn't know it was your mistake. And he was going to find a way to fix this.

The next day, you woke up to the soothing scent of tea in your room. It was sitting on your bedside table and a little note with Levi's writing;

"You missed last night, so I brought you some for this morning" short and sweet but it almost drew a smile from you. Your body was cold from the loss of weight so you gladly accepted the warm liquid into your system. You didn't understand why he was doing this but, for now you would ignore it. The next morning, yet another tea cup was there waiting for you as was a note.

"Still didn't show...nearly fell asleep while waiting for the tea. Don't blame me if it's too bitter" the tea wasn't bitter, it was as delicious as always but the note troubled you. Why has he been waiting up for you? You slipped the note in the drawer with the one from yesterday and went to get ready for the day. Each morning, there was a new note and tea. But how he's been starting to add snacks too. You attempted to reject it but with you missing dinner, your body needed it if you weren't going to pass out every time you stood up. You were never sure when Levi came to drop off the treats since you didnt sleep very long anymore but he did it without fail each day. Your heart squeezed painfully with every note. Your feelings getting the better of you and a small spark of happiness started to build but the dark cloud quickly put it out. Autopilot took over and told you to stop accepting the treats, to only take what's necessary to survive each day.

The first day of seeing the tea untouched, made his body flood with fear. He thought you were slowly accepting him back but what did he do to stop that. By day three of rejected tea and treats, he decided to wait in your room until you woke up. He couldn't figure out a different way to get you to talk so he settled on this. He still brought you tea and snacks, before settling on your desk chair. He waited 20 minutes before you woke up.

Your eyes went to the tea before seeing his form seated by the window, looking out of it.

"Captain..." your voice crumbled upon seeing the concern flicker across his face and having him come towards you. You put your hands out in front of him and turned your face away from him.

"Don't! Don't c-come any c-closer please!" You yelped and he froze in his tracks. You looked like a frightened animal. A kitten to be specific. Doing as you asked, he stayed away, moving back to the chair and sitting down.

"Easy...I just..wanted to see you" he admits, watching you closely.

"Stop lying!" You begged and he shook his head.

"I'm not lying. It's been four months without you being with us at meals or training or having you with me in my office" he continues slowly and you shook your head this time.

"Please! Just stop this. I can't keep going through this!" Tears rolled down your face as you looked at him. His face feel seeing your thin face glisten with tears.

"I can't keep getting close to you only to have you shut me out and hate me. Either you care about me or you don't. Make up your mind!" You pleaded and his eyes widened a little. So you've been feeling like that. Great job Levi, great job.

"I do care about you. And I know it hasn't been made clear and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I said with Hanji before you came in. I'm sorry for being so unclear with you. I'm sorry for pushing you away" he said softly, tone quiet compared to your cries.

"But I promise I will do everything I can to help fix this, I just need to know how I can help you" his eyes showed that he was telling the truth, that this wasn't going to be another game but even you didn't know how to help yourself.

"I'm too broken" you murmur, looking down.

"I'm sad all the time for no reason, it's hard to stay happy when I'm alone. I've hurt my friends while they've tried to help....what's wrong with me?" You chuckle dryly and wipe your eyes furiously.

"Nothing is wrong with you. It's just what depression is...its common in this line of work but there is ways we can help you" Levi called your attention back to him.

"I have it, Hanji's had episodes, almost everyone in the Scouts have experienced it in some form or another" he assured and it helped to calm you a little.

"But I'm scared. I've tried to fight it but it doesn't go away" your eyes bore into his and he gives you a steady nod.

"So have I. But I can't fight it by myself either. That's why I talk to Hanji all the time or Erwin when he isn't busy. This isn't something you can fight on your own. I will listen to you and help if you want...if you don't want me to help then I'm sure Sasha or Mikasa will be willing to help. Or we'll find you someone else" he promised and you nodded slowly.

"This doesn't make me think any less of you. You're still this amazing woman who's works so hard for everyone in the Scouts and for me-" he knew this wouldn't be the time for a confession but yet again his mind said otherwise.

"You're still the woman who I keep falling in love with every day" your eyes widen at the statement. He's still looking at you, his pale cheeks now glazed with a blush.

For a moment, you feel the darkness disappear and you smile. Your real smile. Your bright happy smile.

"Thank you Captain" your voice doesn't waver while you speak and Levi relaxes a little. Even if this is just for a moment, it's good to see you back to your normal self.

"Levi, when it's just us" he corrects and you nod.

"Thank you Levi"

Starting from that point, he was by your side while he helped you get back onto a proper diet. His hand squeezed yours with each bite of food you ate and he rubbed your shoulder and soothed you when you couldn't eat as much or had an off day. There was a chair reserved for you in his office. Despite his displeasure, the chair had one of your teddies and colorful blanket draped on it. Sure it didn't match his office in the slightest and Hanji teased the hell out of him, but it also made him smile knowing that you had reached this level of comfort to where he's one of your 'safe' people.

The table once occupied by just you, had returned to both you and Levi having your late night tea and conversations. Sometimes about the way you felt over the week, other times about the weird new fact you learned with Hanji. Sometimes just sitting in silence until he questions why you're pawing at his arm or cheek like a kitten. Which is also why he now calls you 'Kitten'.

It took you another two months before you had gotten back to your usual self. Amends were made with Sasha and Mikasa and both girls were happy to see you back to the way you were. But the was still one more thing you wanted to do. Levi had proven that he wasn't going to suddenly break this off and leave you hurting so you finally gained the courage to do this. While he was working, you crawled over to his chair, resting your head on the armrest and pawing at his free arm.

"Are you actually acting like a cat now?" He realised an eyebrow and you mimicked a meow and he rolled his eyes before signing the paper and placing it aside to give you all his attention.

"What's wrong kitten" he patted your hair and you smiled.

"I love you Levi, thank you for fixing everything" you hugged his torso and he blinked before pulling you up to hug you properly. Not once did he think he would hear you say it back to him. Not that he cared whether or not he would hear you say it back but his heart fluttered upon hearing it.

"You did most of the work on your own, I was just here on the sidelines. You've made me so proud Kitten. I'll always be here to help you...I love you so much" he pressed a kiss to your forehead before tucking your head into the crook of his neck. You still had a ways to go but you've come so far. And like it or not Levi wasn't going to leave your side.

#aot x reader #levi ackerman x y/n #levi x you #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi ackerman fluff #aot x y/n #rouge thoughts #drabbles #aot x hurt/comfort #levi ackerman hurt/comfort #levi ackerman angst

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My 'on this day' on facebook from the past week or so has been photos from the first time I visited this botanical garden in Grand Rapids.

They're great photos. There are tons of "candids" of me... that I took myself. Video screen-grabs. And. I wonder if I'm ever going to look at them and not feel... sad and angry. Because I went by myself. Because even though my ex and I planned the 2 and a half hour trip and we talked about going for weeks, and even though she knew I was so excited to see some greenery in the heart of winter when I was feeling so low and go on an "adventure" with her... the morning of, she refused to get dressed or even get out of bed. Because "why would I ever want to do something like that?" I was so. Crushed.

And she did stuff like that. All the time. Made plans and then the day of picked fights so we wouldn't go or just flatly acted like I was stupid for thinking she'd want to go and spend time with me doing something she didn't care about in the first place. Almost worse were the times she would go to something, act like she was enjoying herself... only to reveal after that she'd hated being there and every moment I'd thought things were 'ok; were awful for her. I don't mind going to things alone. I like spending time with myself. I wanted her there with me, because I loved her and I wanted to share things with her. I would have gone anywhere with her... But she took that wanting to share and punished me for it with just... mean shit to make me feel small and like a nuisance.

It had happened so many times already that going without her was like this act of defiance. Like, 'no, I am not going to once again not do the thing I'm excited to do so that you can feel a power trip of watching my joy collapse in on itself. I'm going to go have fun. In spite of you.' And I remember putting on good music and getting into the drive, and then being there and actually enjoying myself, and having a moment of clarity at the gardens that if she had been there with me... she would have been making me miserable for 'making her go. to something she didn't care about.' I would have felt pressured to entertain her, cater to her, even cut the visit short so she wasn't inconvenienced by it. Because me caring about something was not a good reason for her to take an interest.

Someone treats you that way for long enough, and calls it love... you start to internalize it. And I have. Such empathy for myself last year, for how small I felt by the end of that relationship. I got to a point after the first time I tried to leave, where I actually begged her to stay with me. From December to March I became suicidal. Because I was afraid that the way she made me feel about myself... was actually who I was. And I know how I got to that point of Desperately trying to find ways I could fix what came down to her just not giving a shit about me so I could keep the 'love' she said she had for me. It's literal textbook abuse. But I was so deep in it at the time that I was completely lost.

I am never ever going to tolerate being treated like spending time with me is a burden ever again. Someone who dangles spending time with me like a carrot and yanks it away to watch me cry. Wanting to spend time with me is... the bare minimum. A partner who refuses to do things with me because it doesn't cater to them specifically... is a loser. Period.

#personal #shannon talks about her last relationship #abuse talk warning #but it's not juicy or anything

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nyxnightshade1332 · 4 months

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Expectations When Expecting (Book 1)

Chapter 15

Chapter 16:

Yuu allowed herself to be led away from the group, mind racing with all of the possibilities that could be the conversation that Cater wanted to have with her. Yuu shook away any of the fears that involved her most precious secret, praying that it would be something less terrifying to explain.

She wanted to reveal the secret in her own time. Yuu tried to silence her thoughts when Cater had finally brought them both to a stop behind a secluded bush.

Oh shit oh shit... he knows, doesn't he? Why wouldn't he know? Am I seriously THAT bad at keeping secrets? What if Rook let it slip on accident! Yuu's mind went into a panicked, screaming state that left her frozen before Cater.

"So... What's up?" Yuu asked, forcing her voice to come out normally. Her voice cracked, making her nerves apparent to the ginger, who simply backed up a bit.

"Oh! Sorry!" He scrambled back a bit, noticing this. "I didn't wanna make you uncomfy, hehe." He laughed a bit. Yuu examined his movements.

"No. You're fine. What did you wanna talk about, Cater?" She asked, tugging at the sleeves of her oversized uniform and averting eye contact.

"Yeah. Uh... I didn't wanna bring this up in front of the guys in case this was a touchy subject, but..." Cater began, turning Yuu just a bit more anxious, averting her eyes so she could watch the others struggle with their roses.

"You're... biologically female, right?" Cater asked, awkwardly.

Yuu jumped, turning to him in surprise. "Woah, okay. Where'd that come from?" She stared with her eyes wide.

"I kinda figured it out when I hugged ya, but I really didn't mean it maliciously!" He explained, grabbing two boxes from under a bush. "Anyway! I got you an apology outfit for the unbirthday party. Low-key, hope you like it!" The ginger rambled, forcing Yuu to stop him by placing her hands over his mouth.

Yuu blinked, still tense. "Ok, hold on! Lemme get this straight." She said, allowing Cater to calm down and listen. "You somehow deduced that I am female from a single hug... and you thought to tell me this while the others were distracted so I wouldn't be uncomfortable?"

Cater nodded, not removing her hands from over his mouth.

"Wow... that is perhaps one of the nicest things that's happened to me ever since I got here." She said, removing her hands. Yuu examined the ginger, who was still somewhat in shock from the confirmation of her femininity.

Should I tell him about the second half?... Nah. I'd probably break the poor fella.

Yuu stepped back, allowing Cater a bit of room to breathe. "Thanks, I guess." She said, offering Cater a crooked smile.

"Yeah!" Cater smiled. "No problem!" He smiled back with a laugh before a sudden explosion of screams echoed from the garden, interrupting the two.

"Oh shit! Put it out!" Yuu's eyes widened, turning to the sound of the commotion as she realized that it was exactly as she'd assumed.

"Oh damn-" Cater said, brushing himself off, gesturing for Yuu to follow after him. She did, grateful.

Unsurprisingly, the boys had reacted to Grim setting a good portion of the rose bush on fire rather poorly. Cater arrived, summoning a small shower that was enough to delicately put the roses out without damaging the salvageable ones.

"... Well, this is going better than before." Deuce remarked, sitting down to calm down from the commotion.

It took the group a minute to calm down from the insanity that had just ensued. Yuu had immediately slipped into the maternal mode that would often come and go, inspecting the boys for any injured before dubbing them to be okay.

Cater examined the other roses carefully before smiling slightly. "Y'know... aside from the extra crispy roses, it's looking good!" He pulled out his phone to check the time before cheering slightly. "Ooh, it's almost time! Okay, all you sexy body doubles, that's a wrap!" He recalled all of the other Caters, who disappeared with a happy nod.

"Aye-aye, Cay-Cay!" Before disappearing in a poof, dropping three four of diamond cards.

The group stood for a moment before Cater clapped his hands. "Alrighty! Since today's occasion calls for formal wear..." Cater smiled, twirling his magic pen in his hands. "Your kind upperclassman'll doll you up!"

Yuu closed her eyes, feeling a warmth spread over her before opening her eyes once more. She looked around to see all of the boys dressed in charming, red, black, white, and gold suits. Even Grim's bow seemed to have changed to the Heartslabyul signature color scheme.

Yuu nodded, examining the boys. "You guys look pretty cool, actually." She smiled, allowing herself to praise the boys.

"Ya don't look too bad yourself." Ace smirked, gesturing for her to look down.

Yuu stood, currently in a frilly-ish sky-blue suit, a tailcoat elegantly acting as a sort of dress. She noticed how she was wearing shorts with white stockings, and was pleased with the blue and white combat boots that adorned her feet. She felt the weight atop her head, removing a matching mini-top hat, decorated in hearts with a pretty black bow.

Granted, she assumed that her appearance resembled one of a person who'd fallen into a pool of blue dye, but she quite liked the cutesy style of the clothing.

"Damn, okay! I see you, Cater." She said, surprised at how well the outfit was able to keep her chest hidden (which was impressive, considering that her breasts had begun to grow).

"Ha! I told ya that Cay-Cay's got you." He smirked before gesturing for the first-years to follow. The time for Heartslabyul's unbirthday party to begin was upon them at last.

A horn sounded, signaling for all of the boys to stand along the sides, forming a path from the gate and leading into the party.

"All hail our leader, the red sovereign himself... Housewarden Riddle!" A boy with Rabbit ears announced, joining the ranks.

"We salute you, Housewarden Riddle!" The others recited, Yuu simply standing awkwardly, mouthing along, yet unsure of what she was supposed to do.

She kept her hands over her stomach, nervously watching as the Crimson-haired boy walked in, holding his head high and impressively balancing on heels.

"Hm. The garden roses are red, the tablecloths are white... This seems a proper unbirthday indeed." He announced before turning to face Trey, who stood at attention beside him.

"Is there a dormouse asleep in the teapot, as there should be?" The red-head asked, his regal tone bringing fear into her heart.

"Of course. And should it become necessary, we've also prepared the jam to spread on his nose." Trey informed, earning himself a nod from the housewarden.

For a brief moment, Yuu caught a glimpse of the red-haired boy examining her gifted formal wear, nodding as if accepting her.

"Very good."

"Myah! Those are some fancy duds!" Grim whispered from Yuu's shoulder. Yuu mumbled her agreements, fearing that a single movement may attract the boy's attention.

"These are Heartslabyul dorm clothes. Aren't they fierce? At the forefront of fashion, and they look great on Magicam." Cater whispered back, smirking at the group. "One of the Queen's rules mandates formal dress on party days."

Yuu nodded, "As they say, clothes maketh the man." She stated in a posh tone, making her friend group smile.

"Now, let's tear this party up! And don't forget to give Riddle the tart." Cater reminded before making his way over to Trey.

"Before we begin the croquet tournament, let us make a toast. Does everyone have their teacup?" Riddle asked, raising one out, all others following suit. "On this most significantly unauspicious of days, I bid all in attendance... a very merry unbirthday!"

"To a very merry unbirthday!" Those in attendance called, raising their cups before taking a sip.

Cater gave a nod to Ace. "Now's your chance!" He mouthed as Ace scrambled to pick up the box containing the tart.

"Right... Uh, housewarden, sir..." Ace stood awkwardly, keeping his eyes averted as he offered the box to The red-haired housewarden.

Riddle sat upon a throne, his face unimpressed as he raised an eyebrow at Ace. "Ah, it's you. The tart thief." He said, voice calm.

"Yeah, so, I wanted to apologize for eating that tart. We made you a new tart to replace it." Ace gestured toward the group as Riddle accepted the box.

"Hmm? And what kind of tart is it?" The housewarden asked, beginning to untie the box to examine the gift.

"I'm so glad you asked! It's a chestnut tart, and I swear, we weren't stingy with the chestnuts." Ace chirped, taking the housewarden's acceptance of the gift as an acceptance of the apology.

Instead of praise, however, the people involved jumped at the cry of horror that escaped the shorter housewarden.

"A CHESTNUT tart?!" Riddle placed the box on the table, pushing it away from him as if it had somehow offended him.

"What?!" Ace sputtered, noticing how Riddle's face seemed to be turning a bright, angry red. Yuu pulled Ace's jacket, attempting to pull him away from Riddle.

"The Queen of Hearts's rule 562: 'One must never bring a chestnut tart to an unbirthday tea party.'" Riddle recited. Yuu could have sworn that she'd seen smoke billowing out of his ears. "This is an utterly flagrant rule violation! Do you understand what you've done?! You've ruined an otherwise perfect unbirthday!" He hissed, accusation clear in his tone.

Yuu watched as Trey and Cater seemed to pale at this revelation.

"R-rule 562...?!" Deuce stuttered, nervous.

Yuu felt a strangely cold sensation wash over her, one that she'd felt in the dwarf's mine as she watched the scene escalate.

"You have all of these memorized?!" She yelped, fighting back a whimper.

"There are 810 rules in all, and as a housewarden, I can of course recite each and every one of them." Riddle scoffed, turning his attention back to Ace.

Yuu noticed how Cater leaned over to Trey, both seemingly whispering among themselves, shock clear in their eyes.

"As housewarden of a dorm established to honor the Queen of Hearts's rigor, I cannot ignore this." Riddle said, face turning red with rage. "Destroy the offending tart immediately! Then throw these rulebreakers out of the dorm!" He commanded, making Yuu's heart drop.

Chapter 17

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #nyx nightshade #twst fanfic #twst wonderland #preg!mc #twst oc #twisted wonderland book 1

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ericaand · 10 months

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Inevitable

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Word Count: 970

Warnings: None.

Something startled me from a deep sleep, and a pleasant dream. I jumped, but soon realized it was only my alarm.

Seven already?

I flopped my sleepy hand over to the nightstand, sweeping the smooth surface to find my phone. Swiping the cancel button vigorously to dismiss the sound. I've got to change that to something less intrusive.

Rolling over on my right, I was greeted with the warmth of the bright sun shining through my bedroom window. As per usual, the city was bustling. Dog walkers struggling to keep their footing, busy men and women swiftly waltzing to get to their destinations. And, my favorite, some basking in the sun on their small decks, drinking coffee (or maybe vodka), and allowing themselves to be unapologetically them before putting on a "life's perfect" face to fool the world.

Swinging my legs off the edge of the bed I anticipated my feet sinking into the luxuriously fuzzy rug that I'd spent entirely too much money on. It was a simple pleasure that I wasn't willing to give up. I plugged my phone in and went about my morning routine. Even though there's nothing like warm coffee in the morning, there was simply no time for that today. And makeup, hah, mascara will have to do. Its not like I'm trying to impress anyone anyway.

Setting the alarm beside my front door and swinging my purse over my shoulder, I was off. The hall was brightly lit, but dull and unimaginative in my apartment building. While riding the elevator down to the ground floor, I scrolled passed high school friends' posts on Facebook. Most, getting married, having children, buying houses - all of which I'd not done. Psh, did you really need a fifth child, Amy? You could say that I'm a little jealous, not necessarily because all those things would make me happy. But I fear I wont get to experience any of those, all they bring is pain and chaos in the end.

"Bye Martin, hope you had an easy night", waiving in the doorman's direction.

The clicking of my heels against the sidewalk made me thank myself, once again, for getting an apartment close to my office. I stopped at my favorite coffee shop on the way and was instantly elevated by the aroma drifting out the door.

"Hey! Haven't seen you in a few days, your usual?"

"Yes, please" I groaned, handing her a ten dollar bill.

Once finished, I grabbed the paper cup and small bag before slipping a dollar into the tip jar. After arriving at the office building, I hit the '3' button on the elevator as I fumble with my keys. The halls of the office building were serene and decorated with paintings and photos of nature, as soft music played throughout. As I walked to the door of my office, I was pleasantly surprised that the janitor had finally put my name on my door. I'd only been in this office for a month, but had been waiting years to see this.

ELYSE INGRAM

Marriage and Family Therapist

The butterflies in my stomach told me that I'd finally made it. After too many years of schooling and interning, I was finally here. Luckily, I'd already made a name for myself here in Austin and even had a waiting list of couples. I peered out the window that allowed just enough of the city to be seen, and allowed myself to basque the accomplishment for a brief moment.

Tearing bits from the croissant I'd bought and sipping coffee, I began to plan and organize my day around which clients were being seen. A loud ring broke my concentration, as I answered the phone.

"Hello, Elyse speaking".

"Hi, I was wondering if my wife and I could get an appointment today, its urgent." a husky, low voice said on the other end.

"Um, let me see." Flipping to today's date in my planner. "I don't have many options today, unless you and your wife would like to come in at 4:30?"

"Yeah, we can do that. As long as its today. I don't -" He let out a small sniffle. "I don't know what else to do."

"Ok. And your names are?"

"I'd prefer if we exchanged that information in person. See you at 4:30." With that, he'd hung up, and the only thing left for me to hear was a dial tone on the other end.

I've experienced some pretty bizarre encounters in my line of work, don't get me wrong; but this was weird. I would usually put someone on the waiting list instead of squeezing them in. But this was different. This man actually sounded like he cared, which is rarely what I saw lately. Usually its just people who were court ordered to come to therapy, or those who come to therapy to say they were here, but never really engage. This should be interesting.

I shuffled through my day as quickly as possible, mostly because I was so curious about my unidentified appointment at the end of the day. It was almost time. The clinking of my nails against the glass desktop was a soothing sound for me. It was a rare thing for me to be nervous about the first meeting with a couple or client, especially after I'd done it for so many years. However, as my stomach knotted and finger grazed my lips back and forth, I knew the anxiety had set in. Because, lets face it, I didnt even know who was going to walk through that door.

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ntlazer · 2 years

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Your town is forced to take a drug to keep them permanently happy, but it makes the residents violent to those who appear sad. You're off the meds, and your medicated family are downstairs

I rubbed my eyes and reached over to my nightstand. The bottle was still empty. My heart felt heavy for a moment. I remembered running out last night before bed, but it seemed like everything was fine at the time. I couldn't feel the meds in my system at all right now. I was controlling my emotions on my own to some degree. I would have to put up a façade or else--

"You up, yet? Your mom made some amazing eggs!!" my dad called.

"Awesome, I'll be down in a minute!" I rubbed the tire from my eyes and looked in the mirror. Not happy enough. I used my fingers to stretch my mouth into the smile and widened my eyes a bit more. That made me look passable. Like I was on the tail end of the meds. I froze my face in that fashion and made my way downstairs.

"Morning Mom! Morning Dad! Morning Kelsie! Morning Brandon!" I said as jovially as I could when I made it to the kitchen.

"Good morning, Dominic!!" they all called in unison, faces beaming.

"How did you sleep, honey?" Mom asked, dropping some eggs on my plate.

"It was ok-- it was really good! I slept like a king. Err.. a baby. A baby king!"

Everyone at the table chucked. They weren't paying me too much attention. Family was rare to realize when another family member was off the meds. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t vigilant in my presenting a smile.

"Dad, can we grab some more meds as soon as we finish breakfast? I'm running low."

"Sure thing, sport. Wouldn't want you to be a degenerate."

Everyone chuckled again and I joined in. That meant I had a two hour window to have to fake it. I'd never gone that long before.

"Howdy neighbor!!"

I almost fell out of my seat. What was that? Fear? My body felt really tight. I made sure my smile was still on.

"Howdy Frank!" Dad jumped up to greet him, running to the window, "Join us for some eggs?"

"You know how much I love Debra's cooking, but I'm gonna have to--"

He stopped talking. I looked up. Frank was staring daggers into me. His smile wide.

"Something wrong Frank?" Dad cocked his head to the side playfully.

"What's up Dom?" he asked, ignoring my father. "How'd you sleep?"

I hesitated.

"Like a baby king!" I thrusted a fist in the air for added effect.

"Excellent!" he broke eye-contact immediately. He pulled my dad in close to talk to him more privately.

"You excited for something?" asked Kelsie.

I was shaking. It took everything in my power to breath out slowly and control myself without letting go of my smile.

"Yeah! I have a new game coming in the mail today! I'm gonna--"

"Don't you know Dom?" Frank spoke up again from the window, "It's Sunday. Mail won't be coming in today." It no longer sounded innocent. He was accusing me. He turned to Dad,

"You know, I am pretty famished."

My dad put his hand up.

"Say no more! Come on in, buddy."

Brandon hopped out of his seat to pull out another chair for him next to Dad's seat. When Frank came in, he pulled the chair from Dad's seat and set it right next to me. He slapped my back. Hard.

"Sorry to move the chair and take your elbow room! I just don't like the sun in my eyes when I eat." He gestured to the the sun behind us.

He was lying. No one had ever lied on the meds before. Not unless they were on the hunt for a nonmedicated person.

My heart dropped.

I lied about the mail coming in. Frank was giving me a mischievous smile.

"No need to apologize!" I forced myself to say. "Dad probably smells, too!"

Everyone laughed again, Frank significantly louder than the rest. He leaned in close to me as Mom served him some eggs.

"Could you lend me your knife?"

He could probably hear my heart through my chest at this point. I was sweating, and my body was tingling anxiously.

"I would be happy to." I moved to pick up the knife, but he lunged at it. He picked it up first.

"Ouch." he said under his breath. He had cut himself when he grabbed my knife.

Every head at the table had darted to look at him. Nobody moved. Not a single mouth chewed its contents.

"What was that Frank?" Mom asked, angelically.

Pain! That was the answer!

I slowly moved to pick up my fork as he made his smooth response.

"All good! Everything's fine here! Just nicked myself onnnn ouch!" His face gave way to a different emotion of scrunched up pain. In that split-instant of faltering, my family was at their feet. I twisted my fork in him beneath the table as he turned to stab me, but he faltered. The smile on my face was genuine. Relief. It threw him off when trying to weed out whether my joy was natural or medicine induced.

"Is there something wrong with my wife's cooking??" Dad couldn't mask the venom in his voice.

I continued to twist my fork, forcing Frank to only wince and groan instead of respond.

"That look just isn't sitting well with me," I said, shaking my head with a massive smile. There was nodding around the table.

Everyone picked up their knife and surrounded Frank, stabbing him repeatedly. The more he cried out in pain, the deeper everyone stabbed at him. I was hits with dots of his blood. His cries finally stopped when Kelsie when straight for the neck and cut across. Everyone backed off as he started gagging and grabbing at his neck.

In his last act, he turned to make eye-contact with me. I saw something in his eyes. Pure, unadulterated, fear.

He collapsed on the table. My family went back to sit at their seat at the table.

"Frank got his blood on my strawberries!" Kelsie said, sounding like it was a hair in her food.

"Don't go eating degenerate blood." Dad said, calmly.

I looked at all the blood on me and smiled as hard as I could.

"Can I go get cleaned up, please?"

"Sure, honey. Don't let any of it seep into your system. And keep the clothes out to be burned."

"Okie doke!" I got up slowly, resisting every urge to shake.

"Howdy neighbor!" Sally yelled from the window. "I heard all the commotion and wanted to--" she stopped when she saw the scene.

No, she was looking at me.

"Hey Dom. How you feeling?"

I kept my gaze fixed on the blood on my clothes.

"Do you even need to ask, Sally?" I managed a chuckle at the end of that sentence.

"You're right, how silly of me! What happened to Frank?" She pointed at him with a nod of her head.

"Degenerate!" Kelsie jumped as she said it.

"Ewwww," she said playfully to her, "a degenerate at breakfast?"

"Yeah! We were just having some eggs that Momma made, then Frank started getting really ugly and mean. He was being mean to Dominic for no reason. We got rid of him, though, so everything is okay now!" Kelsie explained.

"Mean to Dominic? Why, I can't imagine what for..." she said, never ceasing eye contact with me as she said it.

"I'm gonna go get into a nicer pair of clothes!" I ran up the stairs two at a time and slammed the door to my room.

I threw off my clothes and ran into my bathroom, one of the few rooms in the house with a lock on it. I locked the door and took a moment to catch my breath and listen to what was going on downstairs. I was especially keen to make sure nobody was following me up the stairs... Nothing. They were just talking.

I checked the clock on the counter and made note of the time before I hopped into the shower. My shower shouldn't be any longer than five minutes. It was a known fact that only depressed people showered for a longer period of time. It was only when I turned on the shower that I realized that I was still smiling. I allowed my face to go slack and closed my eyes.

It couldn't be long now. I just needed to get through a car ride with Dad and I would be fine. He wasn't much of a talker, so I could even pull of the whole ride in silence and ask him to go inside by himself to avoid risking anything. I started scrubbing the blood off my skin and allowed my body to shake away all of the new sensations I was experiencing.

Fear. Anxiety. Anger. I manipulated my family to kill a man. I frowned. I couldn't let myself be complacent with my isolated situation. I would be out again in only a few minutes. I had to appreciate the time that I didn’t need to smile for a few seconds longer.

I scanned my body and was satisfied with the result. No more red. I turned off the water and checked the time. Good, it'd only been three minutes. Once I dried myself, I put my ear up to my bathroom door again to listen to the conversation downstairs again. I heard a clang of silverware against plates. They were eating again? I made sure nobody was coming up the stairs. I put my towel around my wait and opened my bathroom door.

Sally was sitting at the edge of my bed, facing me. I yelped and immediately stepped back and slammed the door behind me, locking it.

"Dom!" The one syllable sounded like she was admonishing me. I realized I didn't take the time to start smiling before I exited the bathroom and she had seen that. "Dom!!" she yelled a bit louder.

She started banging at the door with something metal. My baseball bat? This was insane. I couldn't figure a way out!

"Everything ok up there?" my mom called up, in her maternal fashion.

"Everything's fine!!" Sally yelled, her voice incredibly even for the smashing she was doing to my door. Cracks were beginning to appear.

Everything is fine? She was lying! The door was starting to fall apart now, a few splinters falling in on my side. But then I realized. What was stopping me from lying? But what would get me out of this with one lie?

"Sally!" I screamed, making it seem like a loud conversation I was having, "Why are you frowning!?"

Two things happened at once. The head of my bat broke through the door and all of the silverware was dropped on the table downstairs. My family stomped their way upstairs. I noticed through the hole in the door that Sally was checking her reflection out in the mirror in my room. She was touching the edges of her lips. Did she believe my lie as well? She noticed me looking and turned toward me, smiling.

"Sally, that frown really makes you look like a degenerate!!" I yelled, keeping my desperation as suppressed as possible.

"NOT IN MY HOUSE!" Dad bellowed as he climbed the last few steps. It was a stoke of luck that Sally was turned towards me when he came through the door. He might have stopped if he saw the smile on her face. He raised his fist and dropped her to the floor with one swing. I watched as Sally's face turned from her smile to shock as she fell.

The bat clanged next to her and Dad pounced for it, grabbed it, and raised it high above his head.

"Stay away from my family!!!" he brought it down, but it didn't clang as it made contact. It squelched. I watched through the broken door, my fingers keeping my face in a happy placement. The worst part was watching Dad hammer her head into a pancake with the happiest look on his face. Like he wouldn't trade his place smashing her corpse for anything in the world.

I would have asked for him to stop, but I was afraid that I would let some of my fear show. Instead, I heard Kelsie and Brandon from my doorway.

"Yeah, Dad, get her!" yelled Brandon.

"Show her who's boss!" yelled Kelsie.

I noticed that even through the small hole, I was again covered in blood. Twice in the span of ten minutes. I started shivering. I needed to get away from them. Not even the bathroom was safe.

"Thanks Dad! I'm gonna take another shower to--" I tasted bile in my mouth and had to suppress it-- "to wash this degenerate blood off!"

Dad eyed me warily, noticing the hesitation in my voice. He approached the door, his cheeks curving even further upwards.

"Sure thing, sport" he was speaking very cautiously, "just hand me the bloody towel through the door, all right? I'll take that right off your hands."

"Thanks Dad!" I said again, passing it through the hole. He grabbed my wrist, tightly. He started pulling me through the hole, slowly.

"Everything all right, sport? They didn't get to you did they? I thought I saw something on your face, and it wasn’t a smile."

It took all my power not to squirm or shake. He couldn't see my face. I had no options. I was done. Naked and covered in blood. What a way to go. What a laughable way to go!

Mustering the last of my energy, I started laughing at the top of my lungs. A forced laugh, sure but it sounded like a laugh nonetheless. I immediately felt the grip on me loosen. I didn't pull away.

"That tickles Dad!"

With that, he released me and put his face up to the hole in the door, a caring smile on his face.

"I'm gonna go get your meds, all right, sport? You sit tight and get cleaned up. I'll ask Brandon and Kelsie to clean your room in the meantime."

"Thanks Dad! Love you!" I said, no longer forcing my laughter. I was almost crying of relief.

"Love you, too, sport." He left my room and I did the only thing I could do. I collapsed to the floor, all my energy spent. And I allowed myself to fall asleep.

With a huge smile on my face.

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castle-dominion · 11 months

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5x5 probable cause

plot heavy one, idk if I want to watch it rn. Maybe I'll use the extra 20 minutes I won, even tho the dvd set is due soon.

(also just remembered a song: hey dom hey what show me how you buffalo I'll show you how I buffalo with my hands up high & my feet down low, this is how I buffalo buff-alo bu buff-alo, buff-alo, buf buff alo hey next person)

Ok so I did indeed spend some of my minutes reading a fic idea to my brother for his opinion bc he's smart but he gave no thoughts.

Why wouldn't tess pick up the mail? She's dead that's why Oh no blood oh it's still dripping Oh yo that is gross af

lmao castle comes out with a sword Oh yeah. College. Laundry. Oh yeah. College. Visiting home & eating food. RC: what abt your laundry? My lil bro: What about your lung water? love how the guitar sound plays while he toys with the orange juice

Lanie won't sleep for weeks? doctor parish? who works with the dead? who has been to countless murder scenes? probs more than a hundred even Would you need a second person to help you put up the body

it WAS the roommate!

Why is ryan standing facing more to castle than the murder board? ig bc castle is speaking but... Make a copy of the symbol & run it through the internet

saturday, what day is it today? I like how the body is not super fresh like it usually is drugged? yep I was right!

ryan's outfit ooh so so nice. It is nicely woven & I might grab a pic. surgically wiped?

RC: Jewelry. I never would've thought of that. [for the crime finger prints] KB: I guess I'll have to remind you when my birthday's coming up. [telling rick to think of that in a different context] Esposito looks nice & all but he is just wearing a tshirt

Yeah, ok, tons of ppl forget to wipe their fingerprints off the outside of the apartment they just murdered in.

Lol he IS in the system, he has been arrested too much

Interesting editing & stuff. v nice. oh right, dun dun dun it's castle & all that csu got them first? I mean good... they always mess up the crime scenes

I had smth to say but forgot it bc I am not pausing the ep as much as I have in the past. espt has his gun

Not that you KNOW of first name? JE: Contaminated crime scene is not a joke. I'll square this away with CSU. You watch your hands next time, okay?

Looks enough like Someone We Know... Ok but isn't the juvvie file sealed until they actually commit a crime as an adult? This guy has not been proven to have done any crimes yet

Hm. Man has curlier hair than I expected. friday morning, friday evening... Hm I like his shirt. Kind of pink but faint squares patterned on it.

True, he would probably not be flustered

Ah good, they have a diagram of the sigil thing

KB: A diamond earring? KR: We found it in the couch. CSU couldn't pull a print off it, but you see the design? That's custom - Erica Courtney. JE: And you know this how? KR: I recognized it from when Jenny and I went ring shopping. [Esposito gives Ryan a teasingly dubious look.] KR: Anyway,

Looks like Someone We Know you can't see the hair colour there bro. Also othe nose is too long

first names & stuff.

*closes the door after becks leaves but before espt can, right in front of his face* Javi, there's something you need to know

Cut to the shock at finding out abt their relationship He looks ahocked af lmao Normally I'd be happy for them! Also neat to see his financials. Mostly car & cab stuff. A radio donation tho which sounds fun. So many first names this episode

Did I throw a party & forget again? XD At least he is seeing the warrant The way he waited for her to say who bought it for her implies he didn't know LT holding him back THE MUSIC WHEN HER EYES GO TO HIM DANG

If the killer was THAT meticulous, then he would not have left evidence like that in his own apartment

Find evidence. That is your job

When you look through castle's phone records we know well you only learned of it this day my dude reminds me of the "we're detectives" 'called your dad' scene

Yeah. Gates is probs the best for this interrogation His scalp moved lol RC: I'm flattered but it wasn't me! castle it is not best to point fingers away from yourself for the sake of getting them away from you. I mean it is, it is important that they investigate all avenues, but still. How does a burner cell send a messag efrom tess's phone? Paid companion is a nice way to put it

Girl you can check his word count, teachers use that technology to check how students are doing tests. It shows when the changed were made.

love martha's gloves the music is great saying "nobody could have gotten in" is not helpful

Remember back in like s2 or smth when becks said "don't worry castle I'd break you out" it was the galaxy of greg episode, the prison break episode yeah 3x5

the same way as tessa's? But the affair? Seriously? That was included in the details? Oof the music

sitting on the floor hhhh crying hhhhhhhhhhhh maybe he was already writing the dry run & killed her in strangling passion & then he used the written murder (which he as not planning on committing) to hide it & deleted the file to hide that fact

like a little boy so scared sdjdskhfjsh sad sad sad "fun?"

Oooh nice angle babes!

FREAKIN J ROOK? I DID NOT GET A CHANCE TO SEE THAT THE FIRST TIME HOLY CROWS 3XK??? but i don't think human noses can tho... do you legit prefer to go by 3xk? not the triple killer not jerry tyson not any other names you had? (btw, marcus gates killed two women & attempted killing another, NOT jerry tyson. I don't think we have actually seen 3xk kill anyone on the show yet. (I noticed that she was strangled with a scarf or rope when dr parish mentioned it earlier this episode but I didn't want to spoil it)

Yeah he really is thorough isn't he He's right, I did think that while he strangled her she is not blonde. Yeah was the writing style castle's? He already said that he prefers 3xk, ricky four years in prison. He was going to pin it on marcus gates, give his brother the surgery, & marcus would go to prison & then he could go killing again. That was his vanishing act. I thought u said u could smell fear not taste it I can see that. Destroy.. ..you,, better than kill not the daughter, not the making love, this is freaking horrifying, & I kind of love it lies of a desperate man, esp one who writes fiction Wait so you WILL kill him? or get him killed? Look into the guys he hired then! Look into the hitmen! lil bro: Scratch him! Get his DNA under your nails!

I wonder how ryan is reacting to this. castle's blue eyes are colourless in this lighting, I love it.

3xk targeted women to kill, he is not killing castle tho Ooh I always like ryan's square patterned shirts

"not at this time" is a great response

Been to central as a cop or as a prisoner esposito? & I like beckett's turtleneck too

I think Dever's acting is the only thing here,

who the heck is "jav"? That's like if a "P.J." was to go by "Peej" or "P" when PJ is already a nickname for peter jacob or paul james or whatever. lil bro: jav you found any evidence yet?

Oh wait... she is not thinking of holding's security for keeping him, she is thinking of it for breaking him out!! WHO got out of holding? Tyson? No, when? Wasn't it the CIA guy who also took a body? gates was like "how did he walk out the front door?" When was tyson ever in holding? He appeared in 3x6, then his gun in 4x14, & now in 5x5, but he was never in holding. 4x15 pandora thomas gage left holding. OH WAIT TYSON DID IT NOW, TODAY I love him too <3 <3 <3

castle still making jokes That flashback <3 Velasquez & LT! We know both their names! Oof he's just walking thry there, everyone sees him, look at that, also look at those boobs on that man. OH NO WHO TOOK HIM!?!?!?

OH NO 3XK KILLED HIM He IS well connected, he is well connected, has resources, & knows procedure, you're correct So what's our next *turns & becks is gone* ...Move?

Like ryan pretending to be a kid in the library in kick the ballistics man still needs to change his look the less you know DEFINITELY the better

Right! He really is the son of a broadway star

Wow lol weirdos there

wow it IS richard castle See? I said the nose is not right

I have not paused enough & I keep not writing things down but I am running out of my allotted time. Anyway I remember what I forgot: ryan doesn't get a lot of screen time, he is wading thru paperwork, he is messed up with this case, he is hurt & angry & doing everything he can to help castle & get 3xk.

looks "a bit" like the show's producer? yeah no

becks maybe don't reveal that you're with a fugitive...

lmao french serial killer Most ppl don't use initials. Calls them "kev" & "espo" & a little earlier "jav" <3

It is not going to be a person it will be a rotating fan or smth wearing their vests but not castle lol remember when ben conrad who wasn't ben conrad shot someone & then disappeared into the closet or smth? What if 3xk did that & he's still here?

Why is castle still here?

He should become a murder mystery writer then, if he likes the pageantry of killing but death only takes a moment.

VG: For this, at least. There's still the matter of your escape from custody. I like gates' looks right now. rly pretty, nice hair, nice red coat girl he escaped before, I'm sure he can do it again.

This is NOT just a place for a stationary conversation for the point of an interesting director's/writer's choice

running em off the bridge? Haven't we seen that already?

He fell back & she kept shooting, which, good, double tap, but she has decently good aim Is that blood on his face? WHERE did he throw away the gun? don't telegraph your location idiot

that is a lot of bubbling water

IT IS ALREADY DAYTIME & THEY HAVEN'T CHANGED?

just like james gillies. He is NOT that careless you are correct. But then why was he meticulous enough in other places? Because either way he would win? either castle dies & beckett lives knowing he was innocent, or castle escapes but 3xk fakes his death?

Just like derrick storm! It has to be public & it has to be final

For now

Ooh interesting outro music! I freaking love it! I should grab my fiddle! Holy moly! They wree right when they wrote this, it can be groovy spy music, it can be sexy 40s music, it can be silly little silly guy music, it can be tragic romantic music... It is a good little riff

Ok now that was incredible. I also wish we got more ryan time in this ep but they couldn't include it bc if they did they would have to include more of him to explain & resolve it. Or you know, maybe I'll be forced to write an episode tag fanfic.

I got off at 15.30, perfect timing!

but now I've spent a whole hour working on a fanfic with my little bro. a casefic dw.

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rexann · 3 years

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↳ HQ CHARACTERS AND THEIR KINKS!

cw // 18+, nsfw, explicit content, details.

include // suna, iwaizumi, atsumu.

note // time-skip age characters, grammatical errors, typos, not proofread, resposting.

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔

Manhandling.

As we all already know, Suna Rintarou is a quiet person, he doesn't talk too much, he express himself with more action. As well as having sex with Suna, you rarely heard him talk in the middle in it other than grunt and growl when you buck your hip to meet his thrust, but that's it.

He liked the idea of him, having control over you. Instead of giving you instruction, he'd rather put you into the position by himself, handling you as you submit to him, letting him do whatever position he'd like to fuck you stupid.

You choked out of breath when he slammed his dick into you with a rough pace, mewling as you gripped his bicep, trying to catch up his move but he held you still by grabbing your waist, as he pound sharply into you.

“Fuck, Rintarou,” you muttered between your moan, the pleasure he gave you surely overwhelming.

Suna suddenly stopped moving, he pulled out his dick, before you could protest, he quickly flipped you on your stomach, your bare back showing to him as your ass up in the air.

You gasp loudly when Suna thrusts into you out of sudden and pounding into you faster, enjoying your moan as you try to steady yourself on the bed.

When Suna felt your cunt squeezing his dick, he knew you're close to your release, so he stopped moving again, he put you on your side, one leg on his shoulder as he started pounding into you with this new position.

You rolled your eyes back, feeling the tip of his dick brushing your cervix repeatedly.

Suna cursed under his heavy breath, he leaned into you, kissing your jawline as he groaned, close to his own release.

The both of you eventually rode your high as he buried his head on your neck, trying to catch his breath.

“Fuck.” Suna muttered with a low tone. He pulled away, dropping your leg from his shoulder as he scanned you up and down, from your flustered face, your glistening chest, and his dick shape on your stomach.

“Yeah. Fucked.” You said, mocking him as you breathe rapidly, clearly exhausted.

He stared down at you with a smirk, “time out?”

“Shut up!” You scowl as you sit up, pushing his chest to take over.

Suna laughed shortly, seeing you easily worked up, he lay down on the bed as you sat on his stomach, he let you lead for the second round.

𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄

Sensory Deprivation.

Iwaizumi is a strict, fierce man. He set a few boundaries within your relationship to make the both of you comfortable when it comes to sex. I'd rather say, he likes teasing you, but not too much, just enough to make you writh under his touch.

He'd like to make love to you rather than just fucking you to giving up to his lust. But there's this time when he was out of control.

Angry sex with him is sooo *chef's kiss*. His grip would be tighter around you, leaving marked later in the morning after a furious sex when he let out his anger to you.

Tonight is one of those moments, when you sit on his lap, naked, as he ties the black rope around your head, blindfolded you.

“Alright,” he said with a gruff voice, heavy breathing as your labia brushed against his dick. Iwaizumi grab your waist as you put your hands on his shoulders, “I might let you see me if you be a goodgirl and stay still for me.”

“Yeah, ok—hmf!” Your breath hitched as he suddenly thrust into you sharply.

Iwaizumi chuckled deeply, “sorry sweetgirl, you're just, so pretty I can't help it.”

He started to pound upward from the bottom, hitting the deepest spot inside your walls, he didn't care how much you whined when he fastened the pace at the moment.

Iwaizumi liked this view of you, boobs jiggling rapidly as he pounded you, sweat running down your neck, lips slightly parted, blindfolded as you bounced on his dick shamelessly. Truly a sight to behold.

“Hajime, I'm close,” you breathed heavily, head dropping to his chest as he thrusted faster into you.

“Cum. Now.” He licked your jaw, kissed your ears and eventually released the same time as you. Grunting here and there, riding out his high.

He lifted your head, kissed you open-mouthed, sloppily, savouring your sweet taste as he felt your walls still clenching around him, warm and juicy.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, pulling away from you, staring deeply at your eyes.

You shiver a little bit before answering him, “dying out of pleasure.”

𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔

Dacryphilia.

Now this man, this man is all about teasing the fuck out of you. Miya Atsumu defined sly bitch. He always get what he wanted, also a smooth talker, yet bullshitting isn't the only thing his tongue can do, and he's good at that.

Miya Atsumu is into weird kinky shit, but watching your eyes tears up when you struggle taking his cock? He'd be dead, he's going mental.

He likes having you whimpered, vulnerable under his control. You would be all fours on the bed, ready to take his cock in when he just rub his cock on your entrance, teasing you to no end.

“Atsumu, hurry up,” you wiggle your hips, turning your head slightly to look at him, sulking.

The bastard just chuckled, holding your waist as he insert the head. You moaned louder when he's not moving farther.

“Ya want me so bad, hm?” He breathed, hands ghosting from your nape, down to your spine, giving you chills.

You nod slightly, grasping the bedsheet as you hiss feeling the head of his dick still on your labia. You were running out of patience, but what's new.

Atsumu leaned forward, his chest warm against your bare back, he kissed your shoulder before growling and whispered to you, “then beg for it, pretty girl. Beg for me to fuck you the way you want it.”

“Please, Atsumu, fucked me all you want, I need you inside me. Please, please, please.” You plead, clawing on the bed.

“That's my girl.” He grunt, his back straighten as he thrust inside you with rush.

You choked out of breath, gasping loudly as he start pounding into you, not even want to wait for you to adjust to him.

“Atsu—ah! Atsumu!” You nearly screaming when he hit your sweet spot.

Atsumu smirked to himself, feeling proud. He pulled out of you, “lay back down, I wanna see ya crumble under me.”

You obliged, your back against the bed, legs wrapping his waist as he thrust back in, and rapidly pound into you.

“Too much?” Atsumu laughed shortly, seeing you start to tearing up.

You shook your head, literally crying out of pleasure as he pump in and out of you. There it goes, Atsumu thought to himself, his dick twitched seeing your eyes puffed.

“Atsumu, I wanna come, please.” You groan.

He felt your pussy clenched around him, “mhm, come all you want, doll. You take my cock so well, you deserved it.”

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈 // kuroo, akaashi, kita.

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