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onlyswan · 1 year

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summary: in which your period cramps bring you to tears but jungkook’s gentle hand is warm.

> fluff / wc: 2k

> warnings: boob massage !!, mention of sex, mention of period blood

note: a little sumnsumn for the physical intimacy of it all <3 and my fellow period havers who get unbearable period cramps and sore boobies </3 and before u ask - yes, i’ve been listening to joon’s closer on repeat a lot. like a lot. and it makes me devastatingly emotional. + feedback is always appreciated :DD

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your head accidentally bumping against jungkook’s shoulder as you curl up in pain is what ultimately wakes him up. out of habit, his blurry eyes gloss over at the time displayed on the digital clock. 3:14am.

he cups your face in concern, which is visibly stricken with agony. two of his longest fingers brush back the strands of hair that fell over your eyes, and they flutter upon shortly after. his lips curve into a frown when he notices your eyelashes that kissed your cheeks goodbye are wet from unshed tears. you fell asleep at 9pm earlier, and he thought you’d feel better when you wake up in the morning, but he turned out to be wrong. your period cramps seem to be particularly bad this month, adding up to the fact that it arrived two weeks early.

“want a massage, baby?”

his deep morning voice sends a shiver running through your spine, and you quickly try to cover it up with a whine. “yes, please.”

he grabs the lavender essential oil from the first drawer of the nightstand beside him, and his hand already turns slippery from barely holding the bottle. you force yourself to lie down on your back, allowing your boyfriend to apply three pumps of the oil on your stomach. he pulls your shirt back down to shield you from the airconditioner before lowering the waistband of your shorts to reach your lower abdomen. he lathers the oil across your soft skin, hoping to ease the tension of the muscles beneath it.

“your hand is so warm.” you mumble with a shaky sigh, at last finding the inexplicable relief you desperately needed. the hot compress that has gone cold too quickly beside you would hang its head in shame if only it could hear. “you’re a godsend. thank you.”

he hums in response, inching closer to give your temple a kiss. his tender rubbing gradually turns into adept kneading, mindful of exerting just the right amount of pressure so he won’t cause you any more pain. next thing you know, he’s lying on his side and using your arm as a pillow as he peppers kisses along the expanse of your jaw and neck.

with your eyelids fluttering open and shut from drowsiness, you lazily grasp jungkook’s wrist to guide his hand higher on your torso. “it’s sore here, too.”

he grazes the swell of your right breast with a feather-light touch. “where?”

“there . . . there. hurts.” you whimper weakly when he applies a little pressure on the side near your armpit, unconsciously digging your nails on his forearm. you despise how your eyes are watering again, and you’re not even sure if it’s because of the pain or simply put, jungkook’s existence. “and under it.”

with courteous gentleness, his four fingers dance across your skin in repetitive movements. he creates circular motions from under your breast to the side, and then he makes his way back to where he started to do it all over again.

“does this feel okay?”

the scent of lavender and your boyfriend’s affectionate ministrations carry you to slumber’s glittering gates, but his voice nudges you away before you can take a step inside the land.

“huh?” you whisper tiredly.

he snickers with his eyes closed. “i asked if this feels okay. are you getting sleepy again?”

his heavenly therapeutic massage doesn’t cease. his thumb brushes against your nipple every now and then, which is why it’s unsurprising to feel it perk up and harden under his touch. he continues with following the loop he made, determined to shoo away the soreness that’s causing his lover to tear up and sniffle in pain.

“so nice. i’m falling asleep soon.” your fingers thread through his dark hair, loosely hugging him to your chest as you drown yourself in the scent of his shampoo.

“does the other one hurt too?”

his innocent question makes you chuckle. this causes your body to vibrate and to trigger the sharp pain shooting up on your sides. holy fucking shit, that hurts. hormones are a bitch.

“yes, but not as much.”

jungkook fights off sleep as he alternates between massaging your lower abdomen and chest. your skin gradually dries up as it absorbs the essential oil, but he doesn’t take this as a signal to stop at all. he keeps going anyway. as sleepiness clouds his mind, however, he impulsively cups your breast in his hand and allows himself a firm squeeze. the two of you knew it was inevitable, really, because it’s obviously a reflex for him at this point. and yet, your breath still gets heavier, as if this is the first time you’ve been touched by him.

“you’re so squishy. want to stay like this forever.” he mumbles almost incoherently. he gives the soft flesh another squeeze, and another, and another, before pressing his fingers on the side to carry on with his massage.

“you know, i’m starting to think you really mean that.” you recount all the other times he hazily uttered the same words while holding your boobs and/or nuzzling his face against them during non-sexual encounters simply because he finds them, in his own words, so comforting. one of these days you ought to ask: does he have the same affinity for them as you do for his doe eyes?

well, not that you mind. clearly, you get more privileges from it than you originally thought.

“mhmm, guilty as charged.” he replies with a toothy grin.

he pulls you closer by the curve of your waist as if your bodies could possibly get any closer than this, but he stubbornly insists and he painfully yearns. lost in a haze— he wants to get under your skin, let his pounding heart cross the distance and meet yours like two penpals throwing caution to the wind. however, your hearts are prisoners to your vessels.

isn’t this the reason we have sex? make love? to be as close as humanly possible? more than what they call an instinct, honestly speaking, is it not an enigmatic ache? a greedy appetite for love?

maybe that’s also why jungkook refuses to stop stealing kisses from your lips despite uncontrollable giggles racking the both of you. he holds himself up on top of you, planting his hands on the mattress. teeth accidentally knocking once, lips landing on the corners of your mouth, the air becomes warmer but he refuses to let go of the moment when he finally aims right. maybe that’s why he still chases after you despite getting reluctantly pushed away, feeling like he just won the nine-digit prize at the lottery when he gets rewarded with one final peck. it’s as if to say i don’t want to be a stranger. i don’t want to forget. let me mold the memory of the shape of your lips onto mine.

“your hair kept tickling my ear.” you tilt your head to the side to escape, gasping for air.

his playful giggles continue to fill the dark hours’ ringing silence, relentlessly moving closer to snuggle with you again. the scent of lavender has hung to the fabric of your shirt, and it soothes him to sleep like a lullaby.

“you made all the blood gush out. i hate you. need to go change before i stain the sheets.”

the loss of your warmth causes him to muffle a groan against your pillow, his hand holding on to yours until the hook of his pinky finger slips away from your thumb. he hears the walk-in closet open and close, and then the same with the bathroom door. the sound of water running from the shower serves as white noise as he loses the battle against the angel of slumber.

feeling refreshed after a quick warm shower, you go back to bed with your pain finally cranked down to a bearable level. however, the sight of your sleeping boyfriend snoring with his mouth slightly open makes you click your tongue with a laugh. the stubborn man somehow always ends up using your pillow, or you as a pillow. with a silent grunt, you carefully carry and drop his upper body to his side of the bed, followed by his long legs. you adjust his head on his special pillow to keep it elevated just enough, so he won’t complain about a sore neck in the morning.

the snoring stops briefly, and then comes back softer this time around. well, that’s good enough.

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jungkook jolts awake at the sound of his 5am alarm, rushing to turn off the phone tucked under the side of his pillow so it won’t disturb you. as he stretches out his limbs, he rubs away the remaining sleep in his eyes to look at your sleeping figure properly. you’re facing him with your hand curled up around his tattooed forearm. your phone is propped up against your pillow, still faintly playing the ghibli film ‘princess mononoke’. he takes it with him when he soundlessly climbs off the bed. he leaves it turned off on top of the nightstand beside you before stumbling inside the bathroom.

he sleepily stands infront of the mirror as he brushes his teeth, tucking his hair behind his ear to observe the lines that formed on his face, the most probable cause being that he slept on his side again. with his exhausted eyes closed, he starts massaging his cheek with the heel of his palm to increase the circulation of blood and oxygen, which will make the lines fade away quicker. he still smells the traces of lavender from not too long ago. he splashes his face with water, and they get washed away and replaced by the smell of his face cleanser.

it’s already past 6am when he deems himself prepared to leave for work. he turns off the stove and refills your hot compress with the water he heated up, softly singing the words to ‘dynamite’ as he does so. he runs through the choreography inside his head, making small lazy movements, just to keep his body familiar with the dance moves.

with his backpack swung over his shoulder, he goes back inside the bedroom to bid you goodbye. you tossed and turned in the empty queen-sized bed while he was gone, and you’re already lying on your back with your shirt riding up above your belly button.

“aigoo, aigoo! you’re a messy sleeper, i’m a heavy sleeper. we really belong together.” he converses with himself as he pulls your shirt down and places the hot compress over your lower abdomen.

you attempt to turn to your side again but he holds you back, putting your hand on top of the hot compress to keep it pressed against you.

“hey- hey, baby. i’m off to work now.”

you only hum in response, raising your arms to reach for him. he instantly bends down into your embrace, pressing his lips to your forehead for a kiss that lasts a little longer than usual. “mmmm-mwah!”

“can’t- open my eyes. i bought new face masks yesterday. are you wearing it?” you mumble. “the other brand’s strings are too fragile. i fucking broke five of them. don’t wear those anymore.”

he chuckles at the way your voice gets louder while saying the curse word then drops back down to quiet mumbling right after. it’s sickening how being in love makes him fawn over the smallest details about you.

“yup. found them in the living room.” his thumb brushes against your cheek lovingly. “take it easy working today, okay? i love you.”

you nod your head repeatedly. he doesn’t understand the slurred words that manage to escape your mouth after that, and perhaps, he doesn’t need to. he knows that you love him too.

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chrollohearttags · 27 days

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Requests open? You don't know what you unleashed

It's that time of the month and I've been craving reiner like a mf (side note is it just me or do you crave human touch sm but at the same time the idea of any male rats Ik irl touching me, repulses me)

Anywhooooo if you don't mind the idea of reiner being such a simp for you, showing you sm love and affection stretch marks and all after a rare (inwardly not so rare) day of feeling like shit 🥹

Or reiner throwing you around and slapping you in the face with his dick, I'm easy

(Side side note: I also been having this viral thought of Reiner having a girl And he cheats on her with you constantly, sometimes practically in front of her face, telling you how your better and he will leave her and she can't satisfy him like you can, if you don't like that kind of stuff ignore 🤠)

frennn, omg why are we just alike?! 😭 ovaries be jiggling like a mf, begging to be scrambled but I wouldn’t dream of letting those creatures near me. but ask and you shall receive! 🫶🏾 I literally love allllll of these so much, I have no idea which one to choose. I can’t stop thinking about, him more so than usual slsksks 😫😭 so ykw, we bout to combine all three LMAO! (mainly bc I love the idea of Reiner being a scumbag)

themes + such: infidelity, slight angst, rei is an asshole (not to you! 😭)body worship, pussy eating, reader has stretch marks/slight dysmorphia, body shaming, soft to rough sex, full nelson, daddy’s used, he picks reader up

WHEN SHE’S NOT AROUND

“Rei…wait, we can’t do this..”

“And why not? Who’s going to stop us?”

“No one and that’s the problem..”

the constant back and forth between two lovers, ensued among the fray of dishevelment and lust..lust that had driven you both to the point of no return. Truth be told, you had no good reason to be together. Nothing good would come of this in the long run and yet, here you were…lying in the bed of another woman, with her man’s hands roaming your body. His lips latched onto your nipples and his fingers plunged deep into your aching center. Riding them to bliss as you cried out his name; echoing the walls of her home..it was a disgrace and yet, you couldn’t pull away. You couldn’t let him go..and he felt the same.

“Please..don’t try to pretend like you actually give a shit about her..” His voice seemingly mocking you..it certainly wasn’t his normal demeanor but the one thing you had come to accept about Reiner is that he was not perfect. Not by a long shot…he was certainly not some perfect gentleman that checked all of the boxes. He was handsome, successful, alluring, one hell of a lover but he wasn’t yours!..not even close. That much signified by the silver band on his right ring finger. Married to the girl you despised more than anything. You’d never hated anyone in your entire life but that snooty little blonde bitch was a shoe in for the first spot. Make no mistake, you weren’t afraid of her; more so she was intimidated by you and the thought of fucking her husband unbeknownst gave you a thrill like none other. But your conscious was heavy with thoughts of karma..how things would play out for you guys in the long run..what if he decided that one day he no longer wanted you and by some weird circumstance, decides to make it work with his wife? You’d be out and no one could feel an ounce of pity. You were the adulterer, the harlot, the side chick, mistress..but you were the only one he wanted.

“..because I don’t. Matter of fact, I hope she walks in here right now. I wanna see her face while I’m fucking you..” the deep tone in his voice rattling off into a laugh. Suddenly, he’d tug those thick digits out and shove them between your lips. Allowing you to pacify and taste yourself…watching you become so salacious for him never grew old and it wasn’t something he was ready to let go of. Not now and not ever!..meanwhile, he’d kneel to the floor, caressing your thick thighs in an attempt to quell you. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look today? Hmm?…I feel like you should know that..” that deep southern drawl feeding you those sweet nothings, curling your toes at the sound. He could stay here forever, with you and no one else. Staring into the warmth of those beautiful brown eyes...the truth was, you hadn’t been feeling your best. You worked in the same building as his girl and as one of the lead makeup artists, for the brand that she and many other modeled for, it was difficult seeing women that looked nothing like you garner all of the attention and praise. Not to mention, hearing their snide remarks on the slick about your body type..about how you and others were not a fit for the pieces; literally and figuratively. You were used to it..working in the upper echelon came with discrimination on at least five different levels. But you let it roll off of your back. However, you were having a rather off day. Honestly, the last thing you wanted to do was to be weighed down with the tension of knowing you were sleeping with someone else’s man. That was until you were gifted an anonymous bouquet of flowers..you had no question who the sender was and when he sent you a text message asking to see you, you were glad to accept. Now here you were being spoiled in more ways than one. “You know I love you too, right? You’re my everything..” “Yes, Rei..I love you too..”

Currently, his lips were latching onto your clit, hands firmly planted on your thighs and clawing into them. He needed to taste you..consume your scent and flavor until he was full. That’s the way it was with Reiner..he was a selfish man. Downright gluttonous and he’d have his cake and devour it too! “Good…because I don’t want you to take it personal when I fuck you like a whore tonight.” Smirking up at you and causing you to chew at your lip with a wide smile. Just then, he’d toss your leg across his shoulder and begin the rapid ascent into feasting on your cunt. It wasn’t long before those juices were trickling down his chin and you were trembling. You could’ve jumped from your own flesh at any minute. The way his tongue lapped at your bud, delicately navigated your folds..prodded your entrance..no one treated you better. Hence why his wife would simply have to share. “Oh fuck!…yes, Rei..right there..”

he knew that you were exactly where he wanted you..and there was no way he was letting you go until he got what he desired….suddenly, he’d pull away with his mouth only to quickly substitute your pleasure with his fingers whilst he spoke to you. Feeding you every positive affirmation he could think of…complimenting your beautiful smile down to your legs; rubbing them gently. He didn’t just admire you, he practically worshipped you. Leaving kisses on those stretch marks displayed across your pudgy tummy. He loved all of it and thought that you should do the same. He was adamant in letting you know there was nothing for you to be ashamed of. “You’re so fucking sexy. Trust me..she’s not even half the woman you are. Never could be, baby. The next time she says something, just think about the fact that you have the one thing she doesn’t..” he’d declare, proceeding to spit onto your folds and continue licking. Not once did he break eye contact because he wanted to see all of the expressions that came across your face..he was right. She’d brag and boast about her husband who loved her so much to anyone who’d listen. That was at least in the public eye..however, behind the closed doors of a dressing room, crying into the arms of her best friend, she’d confess that he hadn’t touched her in months. That he seemed distant and cold and she was worried about an affair. Your kind nature couldn’t bear harboring such a secret but the side of you that wanted revenge for watching that bully’s abuse to other girls; bragging about her appearance, wealth and everything else she could flaunt as an adolescent, up into adult hood…you were enjoying this. You wanted the bitch to suffer and quite frankly, see her man getting fucked by the very type of woman she swore she was superior to!

“Lay back f’r me, sweetheart and put those fucking legs up..”

By this point, Reiner’s entire demeanor had seemed to shift. He was still very much hungry for that delicious nectar but he was done with the sweet, charming, innocent demeanor. Quite frankly, it couldn’t come soon enough. You needed him to take what was his! To be dominant, aggressive and pound every single ounce of tension from your body. You were sopping wet with a linear trail of slick, seeping down your slit and he had just the plan to add to the mess. Quickly standing to his feet, he’d take the place of your palms and squeeze the supple flesh of your thighs..he’d already previously undressed so when he came up, that erect cock did along with it as well. He was aching for you..so much so, the only way he’d be able to gain relief was to bury himself inside of you. That’s when you’d feel him lob a trail of spit onto your folds before rubbing that tip against you…you couldn’t handle another moment of being teased so luckily…

“You’re about to get all of this dick, I hope you know that..”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing…take this pussy. Fuck me..”

..he didn’t make you wait long! A moment later, you’d feel that tip split open your folds and enter your warmth. It felt damn near divine being inside of you. He practically trembled; cursing aloud when he was met with the sensation of your walls constricting around him. This was all he wanted, all he needed and he’d be content as long as he could have you. “This pussy’s so fucking tight…goddamn, she never feels this good.” Chuckling to himself because he couldn’t believe just how starkly different his experience was with you and his wife. Oftentimes, he found himself bored or not even remotely aroused. She’d complain that it was too much or that she couldn’t fit it all the way. She didn’t like to do any of the nasty things you preferred and when it came to giving him oral sex, she downright refused. Just recently, he stopped trying altogether and always claimed he was too exhausted for sex. Meanwhile, he was buried balls deep inside of you every chance he got!

“Mmmmph, take it, baby. Keep fucking me, just like that..”

Whimpering as you rubbed your clit..stroking that bud slowly..your gaze was fixated on his, a smile on both of your faces as he nestled every inch into you. His strokes were consistent, deep and a little fast. He couldn’t be vexed to take it slow tonight. He needed to give it to you the way you deserved. “Who’s pussy is this, baby? Huh? Tell me..” questioning as he grasped for your ankles, placing gentle kisses along your instep and growling into your skin. He wasn’t letting up for anything. Not until he was damn well satisfied..

“Y-yours, daddy. Oh my gosh..”

crying out with a frail whimper as his pace sped up. Chewing at your bottom lip, you’d push at his abs to feign him off but that only did more to fuel his desire to wreck you. Instead, you found yourself hoisted up mid air and cradled in his huge arms. Being propelled up and down on his cock as he slammed you down onto it. Reiner was a brick house of a man, courtesy of all the years he spent playing football. With the bank account to match. By all accounts, he lived the dream life that so many sought after…millions in his account, large, picturesque home and a model wife but the one thing that alluded him…the one person he desired most was right here.

“Fuck….it should’ve been you, baby. It was always supposed to be you. You’re the one that should be wearing that ring, my last name..you should have her life.”

his words becoming far more enunciated, filled with much more passion and aggression..he craved you so badly he could feel it every fiber of his soul. He’d do anything to keep you around..no matter the cost. Clawing into his back, (y/n) cried out his name and let him know that you mirrored his sentiments and that regardless of titles, rings or legalities, he belonged to you! The only one who’d truly ever love him..

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise..”

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achaoticeternal · 1 year

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bewitched - ending 1.

check out bewitched pt. 1 here!

ending 2. — ending 3. — ending 4.

summary: after you present Aemond with the ultimatum of your marriage, he must choose between you and Alys.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

He chose you…

The days passed by silently… slowly… There was an eagerness in your bones that craved the touch of your husband. Part of you despised loving him while the other part longed for him once more. No matter how greatly the grief clinged to you, you refused to allow yourself to simply let him in. Aemond had the ultimatum… You allowed him the privilege to choose and so you waited.

Life passed by with the Red Keep continuing business as usual. Though everything seemed plain, a tension hung in the air that caused waves of anxiety to rush through the halls. The staff of the Keep were far more hushed than usual, gossiping with baited breaths when they could.

They took notice of the strange silence between you and the Prince. You only allowed yourself to be seen with Aemond at suppers or when it was greatly expected of you, so not to slack on your duty to the realm. The only other time you allowed yourself to see him was in the quick glances at him when he came to bed. Encounters at night were always silent, moving separately from each other so not to disturb what remained unspoken.

Most of your time was spent either in the gardens or the library, using your solitude as time for further entertainment. Currently, you were perched on a seat of one of the garden patios among bushes and a vineyard with your children accompanying you. You would not allow for the coldness you currently felt toward Aemond to manifest toward them as well, they were innocents. When they asked why their father was no longer frequently joining their mother in her activities, you swayed them away from the questions, wishing not to go into detail with them yet about Aemond’s infidelity.

Your son, Aemon, was pretending to joust with his wooden sword and shield on the greenery. He looked just like Aemond, even going as far as to antagonize his imaginary opponent before striking them. Maerys, your sweet daughter, sat at the steps to the patio reading a book. She was just as studious as her father. And though both children had traits of their father and the fine silver hair of a Targaryen, they had your eyes and your spirit.

It was the shift in the attendants that alerted you to another presence. You lifted your gaze to see Aemond, face stoic and arms held behind his back. With a sigh, you rose from your seat and soothed out the skirt of your dress. You waved at the attendants as to instruct them.

“Please see the children back to their rooms. Their lessons with the septas will resume shortly,” You nodded to the nurse who escorted Aemon and Maerys back into the Keep.

Both Aemond and yourself watched as the silver-haired twins disappeared indoors, leaving you both alone together. Instead of looking to your husband, you gaze rested on one of the shrubs with freshly sprouted rose buds. Words had escaped you and your mind was too foggy to think properly.

Suddenly, calloused fingers began to settle in your hand, attempting to intertwine themselves with your own soft digits. The feeling caused a wave of worry to crash through you as you quickly pulled your hand away. Aemond sighed, but his hand remained where yours was a moment before.

“It rids me with guilt that the smile that once graced your face has been replaced with tears and anger at my doing,” your husband finally broke the silence between you.

“Do you love her?” You responded, paying no mind to his previous statement.

His reply was quick to follow, a slight surprise to you, “No.”

Words were lost on you, so instead you simply nodded your head. Your gaze was still elsewhere, concerned that if you looked him in the eye your walls would crumble.

“I know that I have caused you unspeakable pain, but you will not have to worry about temptations anymore…” Aemond tried to keep a stoic tone, but the wavering of his voice revealed how much he regretted his previous actions.

Though you accepted his kind words, he needed to be explicit about what they meant, “And what of Alys… and the bastard?”

“I expect that they have sailed off the coast of Dorne by now. The witch is seeking asylum abroad in Essos where she shall be no concern of ours,” Aemond explained, “But the fault has been mine, my love. You have been a loyal wife and companion, blessing us with two beautiful children. I allowed the spoils of war to corrupt me and tempt me and I… I apologize, deeply, and this will be something I regret for the rest of my days…”

“But I love you, my sweet wife, I truly do. And if you would allow me, I would do… I would do anything to amend the bonds I’ve broken,” He looked at you, grief shining through his one good eye.

There was a quiet moment between both of you. Then, you silently outstretched your hand, taking his pale hand into your own.

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deceitfuldevout · 7 months

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Savior (Part 2)

Dark!Emmett x Reader

Word Count: +1,289

Warning(s): +18, Dub con, Non con, Kidnapping, Use of toys, Object insertion. Oral sex (f receiving), Emmett a lil freak.

Author's Notes(s): I've always had a feeling that Emmett would be secretly kinky, lmk what you think!

You've been held in captivity for three months now. Captured and kept like an animal, all by someone you once held to a high standard. Before this, you used to think of Emmett as this image of an all-American family man. To think that looks could be so deceiving.

His mood swings were like fire and water. Each day was different than the next. If it was a good supply run, he'd take his sweet time making love to you. But if it was bad? He'd rut into you like it was his last day on earth.

It wasn't hard for Emmett to drag you down into the factory's basement. Even after your ankle had healed, he was still much stronger. He kept you locked in what was once a supply closet-turned bedroom. It took him a while to gather the supplies needed to make it more comfortable. Like an owner decorating their pet's cage. He had kept you as his little plaything to use and abuse as he pleases.

Emmett would only take you out when it was absolutely necessary. Either for a quick bathe, or bathroom break. He'd make sure to replace the metal cuff around your ankle, for a leather collar around your neck. Every part of the routine was a humiliating reminder of where your place was. You were his property, to serve and to use. Emmett on the other hand, loved taking care of you.

Every morning would start out the same. You would always wakeup because of his early morning 'cravings'. A sudden feeling of thick digits sliding up and down your folds would stir from a deep slumber. His thick voice, still hoarse with sleep whispering in your ear, "Shh...pretty girl...'just wanna feel ya..." his cock already stiff against your backside.

You couldn't see anything in the dark. How on earth could he manage to get this far? The only thing you could do was feel around. You could tell it was Emmett's warm body presses flush against yours, He always made sure to strip himself naked every night, before joining you in bed. His leaking tip rubs itself on your lower back. He couldn't help the way you made him feel. Seeing you sleeping soundly in that slip-on he'd found, well, that stirred something in him.

You could feel his thick beard scratch your neck and shoulder as he starts to line himself up. He lets out a soft sigh, his breath is warm compared to the cool winter air. He cages your body with his, so that you won't get away. His fingers dig into your soft, supple hips. His calloused hands slide under your slip-on camisole, as his fingers graze the bare flesh. You would've been freezing if it weren't the heat emitting from his body. His bare chest now presses against yours. He sighs, "''M sorry baby...I couldn't help myself..." he moans while thrusting up and into your channel.

He always knew what spot to hit that made you crumble. His hand found it's way to your bundle of nerves. He starts to rub it, making your toes curl. He grunts against your shoulder, letting out a deep moan before finishing inside. Emmett climbs out of bed, his cock now slicks with your arousal. You didn't bother looking up, still annoyed that he hadn't waited until the sun was up. You grumble a few curse words before turning your back towards him. He chuckles at your adorable reaction, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek before getting dressed.

Emmett woke up early to start his day off right. As soon as he reaches the convenience store, he wastes no time filling up his satchel. He takes note of the things you liked. Speaking of which, what did you like? He knows almost everything about you. All except your sex life. He thinks long and hard about it, maybe he should try spicing it up a bit.

You check the time on the digital clock, he's late. As much as you despise him, there was a part of you that worried of him not coming back. If something were to happen to him, what would you do? There was no way you could tell what was going on, not with the door being locked from the outside. Emmett was supposed to be home by now. Where the hell was he?! You hated having to worry about him. It made you feel all the more powerless.

An hour ago, he was supposed to come through the front door and ask for a kiss. Followed by you setting up the table and talking about today's activities. Emmett would then place the found dinner on the table. He would take his time, explaining how his day went. Suddenly the metal door clicks open. You scurry back onto the bed, pretending to sleep.

Emmett approaches the bedside, giving you a few light pecks, "Hey...pretty girl..." his voice is a soft whisper, "Did you sleep well?" he leans in, warmth radiates from his body. You glare at him, "You're late," trying your best to sound angry with him. He nods, "I know dear, and I'm sorry for that," he clutches the bag in hand, "I found a few things for 'ya," he states.

Emmett flips the bag over, emptying its contents, he doesn't bother looking up, "So you won't miss me," he already knows what your reaction would be. Your eyes widen at the collection.

There are an array of similar shaped dildos, silent vibrators, and plugs. Your thighs clench at the sight of it. You let out a deep breath, trying to control the rising nerves. Emmett speaks up, "I know women have their own needs, and if you ever want to--" "Don't," you grit your teeth. He understands now, the problem wasn't your sex life, it’s that you hated having sex with him. He doesn't blame you. How could he after everything you went though? He leaves without saying a word. It took you aback when Emmett decides to spend time away. Sometimes he would be gone for a few days straight without telling you. This was unlike him.

As soon as Emmett returns from another trip he walks straight towards his room. He pauses for a moment after hearing something, no, someone. It came from your room. He slowly opens the door, the sounds became much clearer.

There you were, laid back in bed with your eyes shut blissfully. Soft moans escape your lips as you pump the silicone phallus in and out your channel. Emmett held his breath. He was in awe from the sight of it. He slowly drags his mask down and out of the way. Noticing the faint smell of sex in the air.

He watches as your body writhes against the toy. Your hips jerk a few times, a gush of arousal erupts from your opening. After a few slow thrusts you finally gave out. You laid back in bed with tired huffs, still inhaling the scent of Emmett's shirt. It seems as though he misjudged you, the entire time he'd been worried about you not wanting to be with him. When in reality, you were already his. To think, all this time he'd been so worried, "Baby..." he calls. You look up at him, shutting your legs closed.

He smirks, a hand already palming the growing tent in his pants, "Miss me?" there's a hint of amusement in his voice. You look back at him with a look of lust, giving a small nod. Your knees began to part, revealing the now glistening slick of your folds. Emmett couldn't stifle his moan. He gets on his knees, inspecting the affect he had on you. He did this to you. A feeling of pride swells in him, "You missed me?" to that you faintly nodded, still worn out by the few orgasms from earlier.

His face is right in front of your folds. He flattens his tongue against your slick entrance, giving it a long stoke before returning it to his mouth. He can practically taste how much you've missed him. He's missed you just as much. It just wasn't the same during these past few days. Emmett couldn't take it anymore. It was part of his nature to empty his load in a warm and welcoming cunt. He was simply wired that way. Hunt, mate, breed, and repeat.

Emmett delves his tongue deep inside your womanhood. His lips wrap themselves around your mound. His nose brushes against the now sensitive bundle of nerves. Your thighs twitch from how good it felt, throwing your head back and moaning. Oh, how you've missed this. He looks up at you, capturing the sight of you now playing with both breasts. Emmett gives your clit a few flicks with the tip of his tongue, before wrapping his lips around it. He suckles the now sensitive bundle of nerves.

His finger pads collect your arousal. He starts to thrust them in and out of your channel, soon picking up speed. He doesn't stop pumping his fingers until you've climaxed. Even after, Emmett keeps going until another wave of pleasure hits. Both of your hands tug at his hair, pulling him in. He loves when you do that.

He finally parts from your mound with a 'pop' sound, licking his lips before giving it a peck. Emmett can't keep his eyes off you. His heart leapt in his chest as he watches your tuckered-out form. Both of your legs are still parted. Your inner thighs are sore from the burn of his beard. He's still in awe. You've never looked more beautiful.

At that point, he's ruined you for anyone else. You'll never be able to get rid of him. Not in body, mind, or soul. You were going to be his forever, he'll make sure of it. Then an idea hits him. Emmett rushes out of the room, returning with a satchel in hand. He dumps its contents onto the bed. You inspect each item. You held a pair of panties in front of you, the fabric was missing on the crotch. He looks down to avoid your glare, as if he weren’t the one sporting an erection.

If he can snatch a vibrator off a store rack, then he can look you in the eyes dammit! You silently inspect each item, finally explaining to him of the ones you liked. Emmett couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. He pockets the panties, maybe for another time.

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jester089 · 6 months

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…Can I have the digital circus gang with an s/o who kicks Jax’s a$$ when he goes too far in his ‘pranks’. So like, they’ll let a few remarks, jabs and ‘lighter’ pranks through if they don’t actually hurt anyone. But things like infesting Ragatha’s room with bugs, tormenting Pomni about her situation/mental state, breaking Gangle’s mask, stealing and hiding Zooble’s parts, demolishing Kinger’s impenetrable fortress or even royally messing up Caine’s adventures or shows for a laugh will get him in all sorts of trouble.

Sorry for the long request, rewatched TADC after Helluva Boss’s newest episode (omg so gooooood) and wanted some revenge for how much of a prick Jax is to everyone.

A well deserved A&% kicking

FINALLY! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS REQUEST! I HAVE WANTED TO KICK JAX'S TEETH IN SINCE HE TRIPPED RAGATHA AND PUSHED GANGLE IN THE MEET THE CHARACTERS TEASER! Don't take that as I don't want fluffy requests for him. Cause I do. I've just waiting for enough reason to write about this concept for a little while. Jax x Reader who fights back

Jax hated you. Well more then the others at least cause you were the only one who wouldn't just let him get away with any and everything. And he despised you for that. Because of his track record you don't trust him, and can come across as a little protective over the others when it comes to him. You all are literally trapped in a digital circus. You don't need more problems. And Jax is just a walking problem. One time he found a pair of scissors and cut up Gangle and hid her in a box that he buried outside. When you found out about it you comforted Gangle and helped her get Caine so she could be in one piece again. You kicked the absolute s&@# out of him once you were sure Gangle was at least kind of ok. You wish you could do some actual damage but sadly that isn't possible in the circus. So you left him tied up and with tape over his mouth quiet corner that no one visits. He deserves it. And the week and a half he was gone was really calm and enjoyable only reinforcing the fact that he makes living here so much harder then it needs to be. In the time he was gone you broke into his room to make sure he didn't have anything else he could use to hurt others. You took everything that could be a problem as well as all his keys, so he couldn't get into everywhere anymore. But good news is you have made the circus a much safer and calmer place. And Jax's "pranks" have slowed a ton cause he can't just do anything whenever he wants anymore. He actually has to think about it and be careful not to get caught. Bad news is because of you his more sadistic tendencies have spiked since he can't constantly vent them. So the "pranks" he does do are much more messed up. His "pranks" can be awful at the best of times, and with you he actually has a reason and want to cause problems and pain. So watch your back. Cause you've made enemies with the most sadistic person there. (I wrote this in like a minute. I get it's kind of short but I thoroughly enjoyed writing this. Thank you for the request! And I hope you enjoyed!)

(Little heads up I updated my request rules so please check back before you request something. Thank you again!) xoxo, Jester

Edit: I'm so sorry. I didn't see TADC crew's S/O. I thought you wanted just like my ideas. I can re write this if you want.

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #noob author #not beta'd #Jax is a strangely universally loved character #Like don't get me wrong he's kind of attractive #But I go for personallity #So I hate him

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whatitshouldvebeen · 7 months

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Johnny Slaughter x Reader

MINORS DNI

Johnny made you swear to be his alone, but he's never been faithful. After two months of neglecting your needs, you confront him.

Cut down to just the smut, read the full post here or on my ao3

Contains: abuse, angst, blood, degradation, humiliation, knifeplay, mentions of self-harm, implied cannibalism, jealousy, fingering, hate-fucking, and breeding

You remained on the couch until the door to the basement clanged open. Johnny had been down there for a while with his third victim this month, and by this point, your jealousy had you seeing red. You stood up from the couch and turned to face Johnny in the narrow hallway by the stairs. He wiped his blade off on his bloody shirt and locked eyes with you.

"We need to talk."

"Yeah, you haven't been pullin' nearly as many people as I have. Losin' your touch, sugar?" He taunted, leaning against the staircase and toying with his knife.

You put your hands on your hips. "Some months I got more than you did!"

"Yeah, like that month you brought in those slimy truckers. I couldn't even stomach their rancid, fatty meat." He spat in the corner by the door. "But it figures. You have lower standards than I do."

"'Cause I'm not sleeping with them!" You yelled, your fists trembling at your side.

Johnny's smile grew so wide it reminded you of a great white shark.

"Jealous?" He purred.

Your face heated, and you sputtered. "No, I fucking hate your guts, you piece of shit! Why would I be jealous?"

He pushed off the staircase and approached you slowly, a dangerous sway to his step.

"Needin' some attention? Has mean ole Johnny been denying you?" His tone was sickeningly sweet as he stopped in front of you, making your rage feel small and insignificant in his overwhelming presence.

It was true. When you were first brought home, Johnny had fucked you and only you daily for two straight months. He was the only thing you ever looked forward to in this hellhole, but in the last few months, Johnny had been using you less and less.

And you couldn't deny the anger that swirled in your gut whenever he brought a girl home. You knew how he was; you remembered how he'd hooked you that first night, and some of those girls he brought home had that same cock-drunk look in their eyes, some even willingly descending into the basement before realizing their fate.

It ate you up inside. Johnny had sworn you to him, but he took whoever he pleased, and the jealousy was making you more irritable than usual. You probably would have brought at least two men home this past month if it weren't for your overly-aggressive demeanor scaring them off.

But you couldn't help yourself. When you got horny, you were straightforward about it. Johnny had gotten you used to being with him, and without him to satisfy your urges, you were becoming more unhinged.

So now that Johnny was inches from you, admitting he was neglecting your needs with that cocky grin on his face, you couldn't believe the surge of desire that coursed through you. You hated how your body reacted, despised the urge to close the gap between your bodies, and grab him by his slicked-back hair, mashing your lips onto his. Damn it.

Johnny leaned even closer, whispering against your ear. "I can smell your cunt, you little slut."

Your face flushed deep red, and you pushed Johnny away as hard as you could. He took two staggered steps back, which gave you an odd sense of satisfaction.

That was until his predatory eyes narrowed, sending a shiver down your spine. He closed the distance between you two in one stride and crashed his lips against yours. You stumbled against the wall, cracking the drywall under the force of his kiss. Johnny couldn't care less.

His hands found your shorts, practically tearing them off your body to plunge his thick fingers into your needy core. You gasped and blushed harder as you heard the sound of your wetness squelching around his digits.

"You fucking brat," he growled low in his throat, biting your lip. You whimpered in response as he withdrew from you, bringing his fingers to your lips. You parted them, sucking yourself off him greedily, your eyelids fluttering shut.

When he removed his fingers, he harshly grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. "You've been a real bitch lately. Are you in heat or something?" He asked mockingly.

"Shut up, Johnny," you panted.

He ignored you entirely, turning your chin from side to side. "You need fucked, don't cha?" A slow grin formed on his handsome face. "Beg me for it."

Blood flooded to your core at his words, but you tore your chin from his grip. The words 'I'd rather die' welled up in your throat, but you realized Johnny might take you up on that offer, so instead, you glared at him.

"I'm waiting, darlin'," he drawled.

Your eyes unwillingly traversed his body, and you thought about how good that muscular form under his bloodied clothes felt against you. The thirst was truly getting to you, and he looked like a tall glass of red-tinted water.

Shame flooded you, and you squeezed your eyes shut. "Please, Johnny," you mumbled.

"What's that, doll? Please, what?" He asked, looking entirely too satisfied with himself.

You gave him a spiteful look, hoping that your hate might set him on fire. "Please, fuck me," you said through gritted teeth.

"Ahh, there's my little kitten. You'll need to do something for me first, though," he said.

"Oh, come on!" You spat. "What could you need from me that you don't already get from your sluts? I'm the one who isn't getting any!"

Johnny couldn't have looked more pleased. "Jealous AND possessive. How pathetic."

Your anger grew white-hot, and you slapped him. Hard.

The instant your hand made contact with his chiseled jaw, you knew you'd made a grave mistake. His eyes narrowed to slits, and he slammed you against the wall by the throat. You felt his blade against your collarbone, digging in, rivulets of blood rapidly staining your shirt.

"I'm sorry!" You squeaked out from between already-bruised lips, memories of the first time you'd begged for your life flooding your senses. He tightened his grip.

"Remember who you owe your life to, dollface," he snarled, pressing the knife deeper. "I like that bitchy mouth of yours, but if you ever try to hit me again, I'll end you. Understand?"

You nodded as tears ran down your cheeks, unable to muster more than the tiniest of breaths. Yet, even as your life balanced on a knife's edge, your desire dripped down your thighs.

Johnny loved a fight, but when he fought, he always had to win. In Johnny's mind, the only true victory was taking his opponent's life. His demand meant he didn't want to kill you, you realized. He was holding himself back because... some part of him wanted you around.

Johnny's eyes moved from yours to your cheeks where tears formed salty streams that raced down to your chin, slipping down your neck and pooling against his grip.

You always knew Johnny loved tears; be they from fear or ecstasy. As light began to prick at the corners of your vision, you wondered if you'd pushed him too far.

All at once, he released you, and you fell to your knees, choking on air.

"Suck my fucking cock," he commanded. He gave you next to no time to recover before his thick length was in your face, stiff and upward-curved.

Your throat was already aching, and you could barely breathe, but you complied, taking his flushed tip into your warm mouth.

His cock was salty and musky, and your envy flared. Johnny was never yours, was never going to be yours, but you had grown to crave him, and the fact you were likely tasting another woman on his cock made you livid.

There was no woman in the world who wanted to please him more than you did, and you were going to show him that he needed you at least half as badly as you needed him.

You poured all your hate, anger, and devotion to him into sucking his cock. Johnny was a narcissist through and through, and for some fucking reason, you reveled in it. The higher you put him, the higher he brought you with him, and the harder you fell when he spurned you.

Tears continued to pour down your cheeks as you forced yourself to deep-throat all of him. He let out a delicious groan. "Fuck yeah baby, take it!"

You gagged and sputtered, saliva gushing from your lips when he grabbed the sides of your head and pulled you as far as you possibly could go. He held you there, choking on spit and pre-cum, until you couldn't take it anymore and pushed off his muscular thighs, stumbling backward onto your ass.

Johnny took this as an open invitation. He knelt down in front of you and grabbed your knees, pushing them apart and slotting himself between them.

"You need this cock, don't you?" He said, using one hand to tease your clit with the slick head.

"I need it," you respond, your voice raspy.

Johnny grinned wickedly before he plunged into you, making your back arch off the floor and your legs tremble.

"Knew you were too proud to ask me on your own," he said as he gripped your hair and thrust so deeply into you that you saw stars, "so I wanted to see how long you could hold out. After all, it ain't like I wasn't getting any."

Jealousy bubbled up yet again from your core, and turned those stars in your eyes green. You needed him to know those sluts had nothing on you. They weren't form-fitted to his cock, they weren't so rabidly in…

Your mind drew a blank. In love?

No! You hate Johnny. He's your captor. Your judge, jury, and executioner.

You love him?

You really were pathetic. Tears bloomed in your eyes again, and as Johnny sunk his teeth into your already-bleeding collarbone, you sobbed out loud.

He ground his hips against yours, his cock completely filling you. "There's my girl," he rumbled against your bloody skin. You practically melted. His girl. His. But he wasn't yours. Even though the two of you were clearly sexually compatible, and you couldn't do much more in his personal life for him than you already were, he still remained out of reach.

Then, it hit you.

"Cum inside me, Johnny," you begged.

His harsh thrusts slowed. "What?" He pulled back and looked down at your tear-swollen eyes gazing back up at him so desperately. "You're joking."

You shook your head.

"Then you're a fucking idiot," he muttered, returning his attention to your neck and rocking his hips so that you felt him at every angle.

"No, I'm not!" You protested, and you felt his smirk against your neck before he gripped your hips and pulled you closer.

"You are, but I'll humor you. Why?"

He wasn't moving, he was just holding you impossibly close, planting small, bruising bites up and down your neck. You felt every inch of him viscerally, and lust clouded your mind as you struggled to articulate your thoughts.

"I- I want-" you moaned, writhing in his grasp.

"Speak up, sugar," he chided, digging his fingernails into your hips.

Fuck. Your vision was spinning, and you let your head fall back and hit the hardwood floor. Johnny didn't allow you to rest long; he took one powerful hand and gripped the back of your hair, pulling you to face him.

"I already know, so why don't ya just admit it?" He whispered, his lips inches from yours.

Your eyelids fluttered shut, and you squeezed your thighs around his hips. "I want your baby, alright?" You admitted, humiliation mixing ice with the fire in your core.

"Honey, there've been more women than you who've wanted that. What makes you think you're so special?"

Shame and desire in equal measure painted your cheeks, but you finally knew what to say.

"I'm the only one you kept."

He hummed against your pulse point. "You already kinda act like a mama; cleaning the house and makin' my favorites for dinner." Johnny's lips, which had traced a path along your neck, paused for a moment. He lifted his head slightly, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. "But I thought you hated me."

"Hate you so much it reached the end and flipped to the other side, I guess," you conceded.

Johnny rewarded you by slowly resuming his thrusts, giving you the cock you craved so primally. "I hate you too, baby. I hate how every damn thing you do drives me crazy, how you make me lose control then force me to keep you safe from me."

He leaned close, fire burning in his gaze. "I hate that I can't kill you 'cause I can't imagine my life without you in it."

In that moment, as your lips met again, it was a collision of contradictions—the fierce passion that had grown in the midst of hate and chaos.

Johnny was on a mission now, and you felt it in every fiber of your being. He sat up on his knees and pulled you into his lap without breaking the kiss, pistoning his cock so deeply you felt the head bruising your cervix.

But you didn't care, you reveled in the pain. Johnny was claiming you, finally. All those women, and none had him like this—breeding them like the bitch in heat that you were. You moaned so loud Johnny broke the kiss with a cruel laugh.

"You hopeless little slut," he chided as he moved one hand to your back and bent toward your chest. He licked at the still fresh blood before reaching your nipple, rolling it between his teeth and sending shockwaves through you.

You gripped his shoulders and rode him harder. A low groan escaped his lips, and you felt his length somehow become even more hard before a warmth spread through your core as his cum shot deep inside you. The sensation was too much to bear and you came as well, holding onto him for dear life as you rode out your orgasms together.

When he was done, he laid you back down on the floor and stood, leaning against the wall and gazing down at you, the girl he'd chosen to claim entirely.

You laid spread-eagle on the floor, your chest caked in blood, wanting to meet his eyes but unable to move as his precious cum seeped from your abused pussy.

"Get used to this," Johnny said, as he grabbed a cigarette from his pants pocket and lit up, "you want my baby, you're gonna get it."

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fangirlies · 1 year

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Jump your bones- pt. 3 (x.t)

Pairing: xavier thorpe x fem!reader

Summary: when xavier continues to make unusual remarks, you put your theory to the test to see if he bites the bait.

Warnings: 18+!! Minors do not interact. F masturbation. Use of toy. Dirty talk. (please let me know if I should be aware of anything else)

here you can find part 1 and part 2!

added skin by Mac bc.. well.. “and now she comin’ closer up she goes, she wanna jump my bones” and “girl, you my paintin’, you my art installation, gonna fuck you, put you on the wall, all I wanna do is show you off” I mean doesn’t get more xavi than this. ok I talk too much sorry enjoy the filth :)

"Mmm xavier, just like that," you quietly moaned as your fingertips reach past the hem of your panties and into the warmth between your thighs. You close your eyes, picturing Xavier's long, thin digits gliding through your folds. Your unoccupied hand is caressing your breasts while pausing at the nipples and pinching it in between your thumb and index finger. The image of his full and luscious lips flashes through your mind, prompting you to bite down on your own. His groans were now permanently ingrained in your memory from your last encounter with him in his art shed. He consumed your thoughts, and in all honesty, you were okay with it.

After rubbing the bundle of nerves a few times, you desperately wished Xavier was hovering over you. You inserted your fingers inside your quivering hole that was practically begging to be filled. The wetness that the mere thought of him produced made it simple for you to glide in. Your mouth was parted and eyes screwed shut as you quickly shoved your fingers in and out of you while trying to catch your breath. The squelching sound of your pussy getting fucked filled the room. You could now feel the start of your second orgasm of the night pproaching.

“fu-ck xavi.” Your toes curled as you added a third finger just as you increased your speed. You remember the obscene sounds that flooded his art shed. The way he left a wet kiss trail down your collarbone. The way your naked body was propped up on top of his desk, eagerly explored by his sizeable hands. His raging red cock oozing pre cum solely for you.

"Yes, Xavier, right there, yes, yes, yes"

Breathing has become erratic as you recall his dark eyes, which were typically green, roaming your body as if you were the most delicious meal he’s ever laid eyes on. You recall as he thrusted himself in you for the final time while he filled you with his warm seed. This was the thought that caused you to unravel around your fingers again.

As you recovered from the aftershock of your orgasm, you took a moment to steady your breathing. Since your initial encounter, this was the third night in a row where you took matters into your own hands—no pun intended—and tried to satisfy your own needs. You considered messaging him to sneak into your hall, but you rejected the idea since you felt it either sounded desperate or felt "too soon."

Little did you know that Xavier is thinking of you as he sleeps in Hamlet Hall, on the opposite side of Nevermore. It wasn't like the usual dreams he had on a daily basis, no. These images of you touching yourself to the thought of him plagued his mind prior to your rendezvous with him in his art shed. His visions of you had begun ever since Ajax told him about your desire to jump his bones during one of their nightly smoke sesh. He always suspected you fancied him when you could hardly ever maintain eye contact. But when he discovered your secret, he wondered if you weren't just a quiet girl after all. He wondered if he could bring out a side of you that no one else knew about. And having accepted his own challenge, he arrived at this. Lying spread out on his bed in his boxers with a developing erection as he heard your throaty moans and eyed your soft, dainty fingers pumping in and out of your dripping pussy. Even though he despised the sticky sensation between his legs when he woke up every morning, the sight of you begging for him in the emptiness of your room somehow made it worth it. Every other night, Xavier practically expected seeing you in his visions. And that evening, when he finally had you all to himself in his art shed, it was everything he had anticipated and more. He was even more aroused by the fact that you continued to fantasize about him after that night while finger fucking yourself. You were all he had been able to see for the past three nights, and he had already begun to schedule his trip into town to look for a fresh pack of briefs.

Obviously, he was aware that he could never discuss the dirty visions he has of you. He undoubtedly understood that what you were up to under your bed sheets at 1 in the morning was entirely private. On the other hand, he seized every chance to mildly tease you about it.

He sat next to you for breakfast before the rest of the group gathered at your regular table the morning after a long night of watching you crumble at the thought of him fucking you in different positions.

“Good morning, tiny," he greeted you, trying desperately to keep it together as a smug smile formed on his face. When you caught his glance, he noticed your flushed cheeks and it made his head swell even bigger than what it already was. cocky bastard.

The only thing you could muster was a " good morning " fearing that if you looked at him for a moment too long, the heat that you were all too familiar with would soon appear.

“What’d you do last night?”

Your head immediately snapped up from looking down at your breakfast and into his emerald eyes.

“What- what do you mean?” You questioned. He couldn’t possibly know. Could he?

“I mean, did you have any exciting plans last night?” As he battled a smile, you could see his tongue prodding the inside of his lower cheek. He relished watching you tense up. He adored seeing the crimson color that your cheeks always took when he was near by. He took pleasure in making your mind race.

You bit your lip and tried to escape his intense gaze, "Oh. . . well, um- not really."

"That's no fun," Xavier responded, closing the distance between you two with his arm around your shoulder. "I bet you would have had a lot more fun if I had actually been there," he added in a whisper so close to your ear that you felt his peppermint breath brush your skin. You choked on the iced coffee you took a sip from as he spoke.

Enid's cheerful self abruptly interrupted the two of you as she rushed over to the table. "Hiya, you two love birds! I see the two of you are getting very cozy— you know, just say the word and I’ll make you matching snoods!” the blond girl continued to her never ending conversation as she jumped from one subject to the other with Divina. How she had so much energy at this hour of the morning puzzled you.

Yet, you swiftly turned your attention to Xavier. He was talking to Yoko and Ajax about tonight's smoking session at this point, but you couldn't help but think about the remark he had just made moments before. What did he mean when he said "if he had actually been there”?

You kept thinking about this mornings exchange all day long—during class, dinner, and even while taking a shower—and it still didn't make any sense to you. As you rinsed your mouth with water, you spit out the extra toothpaste and made your way into your room again. Enid was seen putting together a small bag as you left the bathroom.

“Where are you going? It's late," you so blatantly stated.

“I'm spending the night at Ajax's. I won’t be back until morning,” she joyfully said as she twisted the doorknob, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do” She wiggled her eyebrows before vanishing through the door on the other side. She was utterly obsessed with her boyfriend, truthfully it made you sick. But when Enid stayed over at her boyfriend's dorm, you treasured the nights you had to yourself. And just like the previous evening, you had plans to let all of your sexual frustrations out. This time, before settling into bed, you searched your bedside table until you found the vibrating toy you had managed to smuggle in. You inhaled deeply before turning it on at a low setting and slipping off your panties.

You couldn't stop picturing Xavier's morning appearance. His messy up-do. His drowsy eyes. The way he leaned in and put his arm around your shoulder. His scratchy, low voice that made it impossible for anyone to hear what only the two of you should know. His comment popped in your head once more. If I had actually been there.

If I had actually been there.

It was almost immediately clear. You almost felt foolish for not noticing it sooner. As you stopped to consider, you turned off your vibrating toy. Ajax periodically brought up Xavier’s visions whenever he spent time in Enid and yours shared dorm room. How sometimes Xavier would deem them as ‘insanely too realistic.’ At this point, your thoughts were racing almost as fast as your heart. You couldn't help but question whether you were thinking things out of context or if everything made total sense. Was he having visions of your nightly routine?

There was only one way to find out, you thought. You put your theory to the test as you fiddled with your newly purchased pearl ring on your index finger. You powered your vibrator again, this time increasing its level. Images of Xavier filled your mind once more. Now that the toy was on your eager clit, it sent sparks throughout your body. You let out a soft moan as you imagined Xavier starting to flick your now swollen clit with his hot, wet tongue. You could almost hear him uttering the filthy vulgarities to you in his painting studio again: "Are you going to take my entire dick in your cunt like a good girl too?” Remembering the hunger in his tone, you immediately felt a searing sensation in your core.

“wish you could see the mess I make for you every night,” you spoke into your empty room. The pressure between your thighs forced your hips to stutter. With your free and wandering hand, you grabbed a fistful of your linen bed sheets. So much so that you came to terms with the mark your ring might leave.

You were now so close to the edge that it was difficult to control your trembling legs. Even though it wasn't your first time using your vibrator, you were truly amazed with how quickly it always brought you to release. The intensity of your toy caused you to cry in ecstasy as your toes now curled, your chest rose, and your eyes were glued shut.

“I’m yours xavi, gonna- gonna cum for you.” Once you reached your peak with just one person in mind, your juices started to seep out of your hole. Your lips were spewing out his name like a mantra.

Xavier was seemingly sound asleep the entire time all the way in Hamlet Hall. He was quietly whimpering as he laid on his stomach, a firm grasp on his pillow as he gently rolled his hips into his mattress. Thanks to your filthy mouth, he was in a pool of his own cum. Your name rolled off his tongue as your gaping cunt came into clear view, which was now dripping for him. While he's seen you touch yourself before, this vibrator was a new one, and he knew he'd pay for it the next morning.

He most certainly did when he awoke late with yet another pair of ruined underwear. He skipped breakfast and hurried through the hallways to get to History of Greek Mythology in time, then slouched in his normal seat as the professor welcomed the class. He exhaled a sigh of relief as he scanned the classroom for you. When he peered at you, a faint smile began to form at the end of his mouth. Your hair was pulled back into an almost perfect bun as you sat at your desk with your chin resting on your palm. His gaze traveled up your body and to your familiar fingers. Yet, before he turned away, his typical arrogant grin reappeared reminiscing your whimpers with the faint sound of vibrations. Xavier shuffled in his seat, trying not to get too worked up in the midst of the first period.

After an hour of learning about The Trojan War, you sprinted to catch up to Xavier as the bell rang, bypassing the rest of your classmates.

“Thought you weren’t going to show for first today,” you smiled innocently up at him as your hand reached for his wrists.

"And miss Achilles' fight in the Trojan War? How could I?" He scoffed sarcastically before exposing his pearly teeth.

You rolled your eyes at his remark and chuckled in response. You seemed to appreciate his amiable banter, which was one of his best qualities. He always kept you on your toes.

"Nice ring, by the way," he continued and your eyebrows raised almost instantly. You fought a self-satisfied grin that threatened to creep up on your face. His arrogance finally caught up with him. You had him precisely where you wanted him. “Do you know what pearls symbolize? Being innoce--”

“Xavier, I’m not wearing a ring.”

As he spotted the mark your ring had made on your outstretched hands but no pearl in sight, his face flushed. He looked back at you, and you responded with a fake expression of perplexity and a grin. He was caught, and he was aware of it.

“Did- did I say ring? I meant to say necklace. No, earring. Fuck- I must still be woozy from waking up late. Do you think they’re still serving breakfast?” He made a pathetic attempt to change the subject. Scratching the back of his neck, he added "I'm starving." You absolutely relished being the one who made him tense up for a change. You could understand his usual confidence now; it was difficult not to be cocky from this vantage point.

“How do you know about my pearl ring?” You questioned while raising an eyebrow at him and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“You always wear it, what do you mean?" He managed to let out a nervous laugh.

"I just got it. And if my memory serves me well, I've never worn it to class.” In front of you, Xavier deteriorated into a sweaty, frantic mess.

“So… how can you possibly know about my ring? Unless of course you've been in my room without my knowledge."

You could see the gears inside his head turning. He searched his mind for an excuse. An explanation. Anything.

He groaned before giving in, "What do you want me to say, y/n," realizing he had been caught. He must have experienced a massive increase in blood pressure as you approached his face when he felt his knees buckle. Before speaking, you leaned fairly close to his ear.

"I want you to admit that you watch me cum for you every night. While you're at it, tell me how hard it makes you."

Xavier was taken aback. He looked about, wondering whether this was all a dream, and even contemplated pinching himself. Were you actually in front of him, gazing intently into his lingering green eyes, fully aware of his obscene visions? He could feel his dick twitch in his uniform pants, and he took shallow breaths as a result of your exuding confidence. You were messing with him. And he could see you enjoyed it. It was thrilling to see him fold in front of you. Just like you wanted to, you finally had him tightly wrapped around your finger.

In the back of his throat, Xavier could feel his breath becoming heavy. "Stop it. Stop talking,” he said in between gritted teeth.

A cunning grin plastered on your face now and he felt instant regret for his previous comment, “Watch me. Oh, wait, you already do, don’t you?”

He witnessed his confidence fading and knew something had to be done.

“I’ll make you shut up. You’d like that right?” Xavier drew closer to you as he made every and any effort to suppress the urge to pin you up and fuck you beside these lockers right now. "But I'm not someone you can easily get rid of."

“Who said I’d want that?” It was your turn to be quick on your feet for once. Your scoff reached his ears, and he could feel his heart, which seemed to swell into a mallet and swing against his rib cage. “You know, for someone who loves to perv over me, you surely aren’t paying much attention to what I say.” You teased him even further by running your fingertips over the hem of his pants. There were several goosebumps visible in the slight gap where his uniform shirt had ridden up and revealed his lower stomach.

“I- I think that’s called being distracting. . .”

You shook your head, your laughter echoing down the almost completely empty corridor." Well, whether you're there or not," you spoke, reaching up and fixing the collar of his uniform. Under your touch, he involuntarily shivers, and you notice his adams apple bob up before returning to its usual spot. “You know what I’ll be up to tonight.” Before locking eyes with him for the final time, you bite down on your lips and offer a sweet smile. His usual mint-colored eyes were lust-filled and dark. He would never confess that the image of your precious, delicate fingers throbbing inside of you was the reason for the little damp spot that was growing in his underwear.

Your figure as you worked your way to your next period was carefully followed by his gaze. Vanilla, your typical intoxicating fragrance, still lingered. His cock began to quiver once more as a result of your swaying hips, and he eventually looked down to see the raging boner you had triggered yet again. A cocky, lopsided grin crept up on his face. He recognized your baffling little act. After you realized he had been watching last night, he was in awe of the show you had put on for his eyes and his eyes only. He has always figured that you are much more than the quiet girl everyone makes you out to be. And although his cheeks were now cherry red, he secretly felt almost proud that he was the only one who knew what a complete slut you were. And you will be his slut tonight.

A.N: my sweet and beautiful friend, @baziutawrites, deserves the biggest shout out for helping me on this one!!! Your patience and thoughtfulness never goes unnoticed. Oops forgot to add crazy dirty mind. This has easily become one of my favorites and I have you to thank for that my lovey. Thank you thank you thank you!!!

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gatoru · 2 years

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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 || dabi x gn!reader || fluff, slight hurt/comfort, idiots in love, mutual pining || wc: 1k

Dabi is incredibly self aware.

He might not show, but his thoughts consume him deeply.He knows what he looks like – still, he winces whenever someone stares at him for too long.

Not at you, though.

You look at him with curious eyes, with a small smile blooming on your lips. You look at him like he’s hung the moon – no, like he’s hung every planet and asteroid. Like he’s the creator of the universe. You’re sitting next to him on a worn out sofa, in a house located in the middle of nowhere. It was your hiding spot – for now. There’s a pop song coming from the old radio, filled with static. It almost sounds out of place.

His blue eyes meet yours.

“What are ya looking at?” He requests, voice husky and mean. The stab doesn’t reach your heart.

“You.”

Your simple response doesn’t seem to convince him

“I’ve gathered that.” He attempts to hurt you once more, defending his carefully built walls. “But why are you staring at me?”

His words make your eyebrows furrow and your nose scrunch a little. Now, you look at him in utter and pure confusion – as if he just spoke another language, one you wouldn’t be able to understand even if he taught you how to speak it.

“It’s just… um, you’re pretty.” Your voice is now small, soft. Dabi feels like his heart is going to come out of his throat. “Like, really pretty.”

That caught him off guard, you can tell. Dabi is only able to hide his feelings when they don’t come to you – he hates it. Actually, despises how you make him feel. It’s like his brain is unable to register the white-hot feeling that travels through his every vein when you’re around.

Dabi hates how your voice makes him feel, how you look up at him with stars in your eyes.

He’s been silent for too long, he finally registers. His sapphire eyes meet the ground, finding the wooden floor extremely interesting. There’s a light shade of pink covering his cheekbones, and he hopes you don’t notice – you do.

The radio switches songs, playing a softer tune. Dabi recognizes it somehow. A pop-rock song.

“Uh, yeah. Whatever.”

Dabi mentally smacks his own face. His response couldn’t have been any worse.

Your fingertips meet his, tracing his digits. Slowly, as if checking if he’s not going to pull away, you bring his knuckles towards your lips.

You kiss his scars, softly. Dabi looks at you like you’re insane, but feels your warmth nonetheless. He’s more shocked than anything, and you can’t really blame him. He wasn’t supposed to understand softness, but now he does.

“I mean it.” You whisper against his permanent wounds.

And he knows, he knows you mean it. Dabi wants to argue, though – he wants to tell you that you should get your head checked out or something, or that you have terrible taste: maybe he should even tell you that your opinion doesn’t matter to him.

But it does, God knows it does. Your opinion matters to him way too much, actually. He recalls getting a few more piercings on his ears shortly after you complimented them. And, the thing is, you’re just like that: sunshine and happiness, brightness and softness. He doesn’t want to paint your bluest skies the darkest shade of grade, like he often does.

You kiss the palm of his hand, where he’s the warmest. He winces a bit, and he hopes you pull away. He doesn’t want to hurt you.

“You don’t scare me, Dabi.” You tell him, as if you’re able to read his mind. “Never has, really.”

His fingers interlace with yours, bring your arm closer to his. His movements seem odd, robotic almost. He’s trying, you’ll give him that. Dabi is, apparently, new to this – to whatever this is.

Wordlessly, he brings your fingers towards his lips. Gently, he kisses them.

Surprisingly, his lips feel soft. There’s a hint of roughness to them, as if he hasn’t used them that often.

“Can I try something?” He asks, feeling like the skeletons in his closet are now watching him. Dabi will be the last one to admit it, but he’s nervous – so incredibly nervous. He hates how it makes him feel alive.

“Of course.”

His calloused hand lets go of yours, warm palm finds its way to your cheek – you’re surprised at how softly he touches you. His thumb caresses your skin, feeling its softness underneath it. Dabi doesn’t hate his fingers – they’re probably one of the only parts in his body that he can actually feel something.

He’s close to you now, awfully close. His bright eyes look into your soul, looking for any hint of evilness. He finds none.

You move your head in order to kiss his palm, silently begging him for what you’re aching for. He seems to understand.

Dabi kisses you. He kisses you softly, slowly, like he wants to be engulfed in your existence. His hands hold your face, scared that somehow you might vanish, running through his fingers like sand. His lips move against yours in a rhythm only you know how to dance with him.

Dabi feels the fireworks, the electricity running through his blood. He understands why people fought wars and lost their minds. He gets it now.

When you pull away, Dabi still has his eyes closed. He seems relaxed, happy. Dabi feels at peace.

You kiss his cheek, and then his nose. He smiles, eyes fluttering open.

He kisses you, then – again and again.

#dabi x reader #dabi fluff #touya headcanons #touya x reader #dabi x you #bnha x y/n

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gamequeenanya · 8 months

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The Hardest Part - lee Michael, ler Phone Guy

Summary: After Sister Location, Michael tries to grasp a sense of normalcy. And yet, after everyone in his neighbourhood has shunned him, the strangest man still sticks by him. Can he cheer up Michael, or are his methods too silly and childish?

…

Michael looked at the man in disgust. What was wrong with him?

Though Scott had been afraid of Ennard, and hid away from him, now he came to talk to Michael like he was a normal person. Like Scott didn't see a difference between the living and the undead. Like the most unironic Halloween maniac he'd ever seen.

Scott just looked back at him with worry.

"Mike…? A-are you alright…?"

He looked away. Of course he wasn't alright! He'd not only lost all of his beauty but also his humanity in only seven days! How does one recover from that?! Yet when Michael looked at Scott again, he felt a rush of worried feelings. If Scott got too close to him, he'd probably catch some sort of disease! Even though Michael had used formaldehyde to preserve what remained of his body.

"Scott, please. Stay away."

Stopping, Scott looked at him sadly.

"Mike…" He tried. It was hard to think of what to say. What could he say that could help him, and not offend him after going through a situation like this? What could Scott possibly say to comfort him, when he didn't even know close to what it was like…? He looked down at his hands. How could he know the pain Michael was going through when he'd been rescued from Freddy's without a scratch? He knew pain and suffering but it didn't even come close to-

"Please Scott. Look at me…" Michael tried to make it known what Scott was doing with his eyes. If he had any expressions left. "Do not touch me. It-it is dangerous… At least, can you wear some sort of protective suit?"

Finally seeming to understand, Scott nodded.

…

Now they were on the couch; Michael wearing the clothing he always wore, a purple sweater and black pants. And Scott wearing his regular clothes, with a hazmat suit over it.

Scott had wrapped his arms around Michael in a hug.

It had felt strange to Michael. Someone showing him affection. He felt he deserved to be hated and despised, given how his father had treated him for most of his life. How his whole family had treated him.

He tried to enjoy the show on screen. But he kept thinking of the strange man beside him, which distracted him from the show. They sat in silence after it was complete. There was no more popcorn in the bowl.

Michael noticed Scott hugging him closer, and hugged back. As expected, Scott was a cuddlebug.

"You are so sweet." He said with a soft smile. "Why are you so sweet?"

He shook his head. Honestly he didn't know.

"I'm not sweet, Mike. I-I'm kind of scummy actually…"

Mike rolled his eyes.

"You really think that after all we've been through? After you saved the trapped souls, let alone me?"

He playfully pinched Scott's side.

"Eep!" Scott squeaked. Then he smirked. "Oh really, Michael~ You're really trying to tickle me, when I'm wearing this suit?"

The yellow hazmat suit was rather thick. Mike didn't think about the consequences of his actions and how Scott's suit would prevent him from retaliating. He laughed nervously.

"Ah! N-no hard feelings…?"

Scott pounced, wiggling his fingers all over Michael's sides.

"AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! NOT THERE!" He cried, squirming. He'd always been extremely ticklish, seeming to inherit both parents' tickle spots. It wasn't fair! "HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHHAHAAAA COME OHHOHOHON!"

"Awww, poor Michael! Way too ticklish for your own good~!"

He tickled up his ribs slowly, in a rhythmic up and down motion.

"HAHAHAHAHHHHAAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAAAHAHHAHAA!"

"Hmm, I wonder if your armpits are bad?" He carefully swirled double digits in both armpits at once.

"NAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! MEAN!"

"Am I really mean, if you were the one who thought up this technique…?" He questioned.

"HAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAA! COME ON!"

Scott frowned, noticing he couldn't tickle Michael's stomach or bellybutton anymore. There were a few other things he wanted revenge for… But it didn't matter. Michael still had plenty of other spots! He gently skittered his fingers on the sides of his neck.

"EHEHEHEEHEHEEEEEE!" Michael scrunched his neck up, big grin on his face. Scott stopped for a bit, wondering where to go next. Michael caught his breath and waited in anticipation. It was always fun to see what Scott was planning.

"Hmm… Oh, I know!" He said with a breezy smile. And suddenly he was at his feet, taking his shoes and socks off.

"Hahahah, wait-wait-!" Michael begged, covering his face.

"Hmmmmm? I'm waiting…!" Scott teased.

"Hahahaha, you're so weird!" He laughed, holding his sides.

"You too," he said affectionately. And he wiggled his fingers over Mike's right arch.

"AHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHAAA!" He doubled over in laughter. Scott continued to tickle there until Mike begged him to move to the other foot. He was more than happy to oblige, now tickling all over the left sole, and tickling between his toes. "AHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAA!"

"Hm. Isn't it strange that in English, we have individual names for our fingers, but not for our toes…? Mm. I don't think that's fair."

Michael giggled and laughed more, not liking where this was heading.

"I think we should name our toes too!" Scott said firmly. He wiggled Mike's pinky toe. "I think we should call this one Jeremiah!"

"Seriously?! Hahahaha!" Mike laughed.

"Yeah! And how about we call these ones Mike and Scott, after ourselves?" He wiggled the toes that were next in line. Mike giggled, still squirming. Scott thought for a bit more. "And how about… Uh…"

Mike got distracted a little and tried to tickle Scott's neck a little.

"Hey! Haha." He glared at him playfully. That was all the warning Mike got before Scott sat on his legs and skittered his fingers all over both soles at once.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAAAA! I'M SOHOHOHORRY!" He squealed, though he didn't feel sorry at all.

"As I was saying! I think the next toe should be called Clara. And the big toe is Vlad!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOO!" Michael cried.

Finally, Scott got off of him and offered him a hand to help him up.

"Thank you…" Michael said, catching his breath. He pulled himself back onto the couch.

"Need some water?" Scott offered him. Mike shook his head.

"I-I'm just confused…"

"Hm…?"

"Those names you chose. They're from a TV show, aren't they?" He guessed. "Do-Do you watch The Immortal and the Restless too?"

Scott nodded with a grin. "It's my favourite show!"

He pulled himself onto the couch as well. Michael put an arm around him and flipped channels to find it. Perhaps they weren't so different after all.

(The End)

#fnaf tickling #fnaf tickles #ler phone guy #lee michael afton #ler!phone guy #lee!michael afton #ticklish michael #tickle fic #my writing #I love their friendship #let's normalize friends living together again #and yes this silly fic is about my more serious au

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Esteban Ocon / Pierre Gasly

Title: Team orders

Pairing: Esteban Ocon / Pierre Gasly

Characters: Esteban Ocon, Pierre Gasly

Prompt: Even their friendship in their childhood Esteban and Pierre hate each other and entire F1 paddok now it, so when Pierre signed with Alpine, Alpine want them to solve their problem. Bottom Pierre

Pierre doesn't just dislike the man he's kissing, no he despises him, he has done for as long as he can remember at least since Esteban had cheated in their karting completion's If it was up to Pierre, he would continue the way they are, just acting like Esteban doesn't exist, at least unless there is a camera in his face.

But no, after Japan, Las vegas and Abu Dhabi, Alpine said enough is enough, their antic's are costing the team with Esteban ignoring team orders and Pierre himself arguing on the radio, in his honest opinion those radio messages were deserved he can't help being passionate and after all Esteban is a twat.

So the only reason Pierre is kissing Esteban because Alpine said they to sort it out and his beef with Esteban is just not worth losing his seat over.

Pierre squeaks as Esteban unexpectedly pushes him against the nearest wall, his hands wrapping around Pierre's throat, not squeezing but the act in itself is intimidating and the other hand has Pierre's arms pinned behind his back.

"Are we going to work this out Pierre?" Esteban does squeeze is throat this time but only for a few seconds. "What do you think?" Pierre tries to assert his dominance but it comes out as a pathetic squeak. "I hate you Pierre and hatred makes me violent."

"Do you think I-" Pierre starts but Esteban cuts him off by squeezing his throat again. "Stop using your mouth all the fucking time, we can work this out." Esteban lets go and Pierre sucks in a breath.

"I think we can work this out Pierre, but I am not going to bottom for you." Esteban lets go of his body with so much force, he ends up on his ass on the floor. Does Pierre want to bottom to Esteban no, but he'd rather that than lose his seat. "Okay, you can fuck me."

The words have only just left Pierre's lips and he's being dragged back onto his feet and thrown onto the double bed. Esteban instantly climbs on top of him, pinning his wrists by his head. He kisses Pierre so hard, he feels like it's going to bruise.

"Are you going to be a good boy, Pierre?"

"No." Pierre laughs, biting down hard on Esteban's lip, until he tastes the metallic of the blood. Esteban swipes his tongue over the blood and raises an eyebrow. "The little bitch bites."

"Lay on your stomach with your ass in the air." Esteban growls, blood dripping down his chin. Pierre thinks he should put up more of a fight but he can't be bothered. His cock is achingly hard already. So Pierre rolls onto his knees and pushes his ass high in the air. Esteban doesn't even bother to undress him, just pulls down his pants and boxers just enough to expose his ass hole.

Esteban spits on his fingers and brings them down to Pierre's hole, the first finger goes in easily, he twists and turns the finger before spitting again and adding a second digit, instantly starting to thrust with the two. Eventually working his way up to three fingers. "Hope you're ready because that's the only prep you're getting." It's dry and a little uncomfortable but it will do.

Esteban wastes little time after preparing Pierre open, he lowers his pants and position's himself behind the smaller man and without warning sinks inside of him, moving in about half way then slamming in the rest on the way in one swift move. Pierre bites the back of his hand to muffle any sounds, not wanting to give Esteban the satisfaction.

"Is that all you got Estie?" Pierre growls, digging his fingers into the bed sheets hald preparing himself what's about to come. "You asked it for Pierre." Esteban squeezes tightly onto his hips, so hard there's sure to be bruises, Pierre doesn't care though, he wants this to hurt.

Esteban pulls all the way out, only to slam back inside of him again, soon setting a rough deep, pace. Pierre can't hold his moans back anymore he screams incoherent words as Esteban restlessly pounds into him, ignoring all the moans falling from Pierre's mouth.

"You get off on being treated like a little bitch Pierre?" Esteban kisses over his neck, licking and biting at the exposed skin. "We hate each other Esteban, it's supposed to be like this."

"I don't hate you Pierre." Esteban gives Pierre no time to process the words and uses Pierre's ass to push himself deeper, his nails digging hard into his skin, leaving little crescent moons behind in his wake.

Esteban reaches around to grip Pierre's achingly hard cock only to have it roughly slapped away. "Do you want to come on my cock Pierre?" Pierre throws his head back in a moan as Esteban has finally found his prostate and slams into it with every thrust.

"I don't want you touching me." Pierre whines, his orgasm is so close it's making his head spin. The pain from Esteban's nails and the constant slamming onto his prostate is pushing him close to the point of no return. He screams into the pillow as he comes, shooting ropes over cum over Esteban's bed below him.

Esteban groans Pierre feels vice like wrapped around his cock, pushing him close to his own high, he slams into Pierre with all his might, the sound of skin slapping against skin echo's around the room. "Fuck Pierre." Esteban bites his shoulder as he comes, filling Pierre with his milky white seed and pulling out instantly.

"Fuck Esteban you didn't have to leave this many marks." Pierre gestures at his body but struggles to actually sound angry. Esteban looks him up and down a guilty smile spreading on his lips. He reaches out his hand for Pierre to shake, which he does. "Well, they asked us to sort out and now they have proof of that.

#formula 1 fanfiction #fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #mxm #fanfiction #formula 1 #formula one #mxm smut #pierre gasly #esteban ocon #pierresteban #frenchpine

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smoothjazzdigit · 1 month

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PLEASE expand on your thoughts for muppets abc i would love to hear them /nf /gen /pos

Okay for some reason I didn’t get notified for this ask so sorry it’s a bit late!

But YES thx for the opportunity to rant ab this show

Pros

I actually am a big fan of muppets abc. I’ll get into the cons later but I like the style of humor the show has (for the most part), I like when the muppets have more of an adult spin where it’s not like family guy humor but it’s a little more mature than most muppet projects. The modern muppets have been so heavily targeted toward children in many projects that it’s nice to see them recognize that a lot of modern muppets fans are adults (not that adults can’t like children’s humor, I for sure do, but y’know).

Also I really like a lot of the people they chose as guests for the show, and I honestly like the sitcom style following the muppets backstage of a show. I think it’s a good modernization of the original muppet show premise that allows it to focus less on skits and more on characters. Also normally I despise social media plot lines but I actually like the way this show handles pulling the muppets into the digital age, which is crucial for such a timeless property.

Also, as many problems as there are for muppets fans, it’s a really good show to watch with people who casually enjoy the muppets. This show’s style is more to the taste of some of my family members so I like watching it with them. And separate from the muppet’s characterizations the comedy is really good (but that’s subjective so I can see how it rubs some people the wrong way).

Cons

For one the cliffhanger ending kills me. Even if this show was weirdly received it had a really short run, they could’ve used a few more episodes or another season so we didn’t get left on such an annoying cliffhanger (that left Kermit and piggy still officially broken up since the show didn’t continue long enough for them to get back together).

Ok let me get into characters now, because that’s a criticism that I think is 100% valid (though I also think few people other than jerry juhl have properly understood the muppets and not flanderized their characters in some way)(but yeah it’s really bad here).

Scooter!!

How they’ve massacred my boy!

We’ll get to piggy but scooter is the one I’m most upset about. Why? Why change him from nepo baby humor to haha nerd comedy?? It was 2015 man we love making fun of nepo babies and rich people nowadays why would they change the character whose gimmick gets funnier with age?

His characterization feels pulled from the Big Bang theory. All his comedy is just “virgin nerd” comedy. I love that the show tried giving him more screen time than other projects but they fumbled the bag. He was a spoiled teenager who was wild and fun and could get away with anything because his uncle was rich. I get he’s older now but I refuse to think aging did this to him.

Because I’m a nerd I’m gonna pull some quotes about scooter from the new Richard hunt biography bc that man understood his characters.

“Like Hunt, Scooter is a born performer. Scooter also resembles Hunt in his amiable disposition and his almost nonchalant acceptance of the other characters and their quirks.”

“This acceptance stems from his own quiet confidence in himself… happily amusing himself and the people around him.”

“‘Scooter is a perpetual kid and very comfortable with who he is,’ said Hunt.”

HMMMM? CONFIDENCE? A PERFORMER? COMFORTABLE WITH WHO HE IS?

abc scooter just gives off such anxious vibes it really makes him feel like he’s lost the part of himself that made him so much like Richard Hunt.

Piggy

Ughhh she’s just not fun to watch for the most part in this show. I like the idea of her being the star of the show this time around, reminds me of her unexpected rise to fan-favorite muppet soon after Oz took over her character.

I also really like her friendship with deadly. I think miss piggy so often is boiled down to her love for Kermit that I really love the idea of having her explore platonic bonds. Her looking so hard for happiness in romantic relationships but eventually realizing that deadly is the one who’s been by her side, that he’s her friend and that she really loves him for sticking by her is a really sweet arc (for both of them. Love platonic piggy relationships and I like the modern fashion designer vibe they’ve been doing with deadly, I think it’s a fun reimagining of his original character).

But her diva meter really is pushed up to eleven.

Not to pull more from the Richard hunt bio, but Oz describes piggy as “The tough woman underneath the coyness. And the fact that she had to be coy to get things the way she wanted them, like most women at that time.”

Piggy is from humble beginnings and understands how she needs to act to get people to feel a certain way about her. She also won’t take shit from anybody, though. She knows her worth and knows she’s worked hard to get here, but it also was such an uphill battle to stardom for her I just refuse to believe she would become so selfish and act so privileged the way she does in the show.

ABC piggy doesn’t feel like a girl who tries to be coy but knows to be tough when she needs to be. ABC piggy is mean. She has a thin temper and everyone is scared of her and she’s so removed from the non-famous life that she has trouble bonding with people. She only does community service for publicity and can barely manage to do any manual labor. She’s not tough. She’s angry. She’s short-tempered and violent. And she has no trace of her humble roots, that gratefulness for the position of fame she’s in that she holds in so many other roles.

Others

Sam is pretty creepy. I love his gag of being the censorship for the show, him popping up saying “can’t say that” is a nice little nod to him trying to control the chaos of the original show and his little conservative speech sketches. His crush on Janice is kinda odd tho. I like him getting more modern spotlight, I really like his character in most wanted (though a rewatch of that is needed haven’t seen it in a while). But yeah he’s kinda weird here.

Also why were gonzo and Camilla broken up. Disagree. Idc about your relationship drama they’re the muppets otp.

Uhh trying to think off the top of my head, it’s been a few months since my rewatch of the show. I don’t like the mayhem fight. I think teeth and Floyd fighting over Janice is weird and off for them in modern day. Respect Janice rejecting labels, go off Queen.

Conclusion/TLDR

I had more to say than I realized but I don’t want to make too long of a post. Tldr, I really like the show and it’s humor but it does feel divorced from “the muppets” as a pre-established franchise and characters. The characterization is bad, even though I appreciate them trying to give more screen time to some lesser used characters, it didn’t really work. I just think it had a lot of potential, and I like the idea of a more adult but still family oriented muppet show, but the execution was really hit or miss.

Refer to my previous post about it for more condensed thoughts, weird show all around lol

Also stan abc Big Mean Carl. Stole the show, 10/10

#wow thanks for the ask sorry about the length of this post yikes #but lmk if there’s any other muppets projects you’d like to hear me rant about!#muppets abc discourse has been said before I know none of these are really new takes but these are my thoughts #the muppets #muppets #muppets abc #the muppets abc #muppets 2015 #scooter muppets #miss piggy #Sam the eagle #aghg this took me like half an hour to respond to lol. good use of time tho #ask #asks

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