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sister-lucifer · 11 months

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The Things That Find You

Laughing Jack x Male Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Reader finds an antique Jack-In-The-Box at a yard sale, unaware that by purchasing it they would also be taking home an unwanted guest.

Content/Warnings: Dubcon elements, horror elements, LJ being a stalker creep (so some non con voyeurism), LJ is just fucking weird in this one, clown fucking shenanigans, big stripey clown dick and also long stripey clown tongue, comically large clown penis, LJ eats ass, LJ is massive so big size difference, tummy bulge, that dick should NOT be able to fit in you but it’s my story i can bend the laws of anatomy however i wish, LJ is very mean in this one and doesn’t really care if he hurts you, some degradation, unprotected sex, creampie, reader is kind of a slut boy (same), there’s a lot of build up but please it’s worth it i prommy (but also feel free to skip to the porn that’s totally fair)

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A/N: Jack is british just fyi so if you’re like me and you read with accents there you go!

The antique jack-in-the-box was certainly an odd find at a garage sale, but there was no denying that it caught your eye the moment you saw it. It was incredibly ornate, clearly hand painted in all black and white and decorated with balloons and candy, not to mention it was preserved wonderfully for a piece that had, presumably, been stored in an attic for who knows how long. You could run your fingers over the edges and feel every detail of the tediously carved borders. You carefully turned the wooden box over in your hands, looking over the large, carefully painted words on the front:

“Laughing Jack In The Box!”, surrounded by all sorts of patterns and shapes.

Your face immediately lit up. Everything about this box screamed one of a kind. You could already see it sitting on your collectors shelf, safe behind the glass for you to keep and observe. You absolutely had to have it.

“Excuse me miss?” You called, looking around for the old woman who was running the garage sale. She got up from her lawn chair and made her way over about as fast as you’d expect from one as antique as some of the items currently being sold.

“Could you tell me about this jack-in-the-box?” You asked, trying to hide your elation.

“Oh, this old thing…” She began, looking at you over her comically oversized glasses. “It belonged to my great, great grandfather, Isaac, and was handmade by his father. It was given to me as a young girl, and I was keeping it in the hopes I could pass it on to my own children.”

You couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness at the comment, but it seems the woman had no qualms about selling it.

“Well, it may please you to know that I’m an antique collector,” You explained in an effort to reassure her. “This is a beautiful piece. If you’ll sell it to me, I can promise you it’ll be safe on my shelf.”

“Oh, I have no worries about that. No one would pick this old thing up unless they knew what they were buying. So, what’s your offer young man?”

You thought for a few moments, weighing the box in your hands. You didn’t want to completely rip her off, but a one of a kind antique like this could go for thousands in the right place, and you weren’t looking to break the bank for this thing. Besides, who else would possibly buy it if you didn’t?

You pulled your wallet out and flipped through it, debating with yourself.

“How about…a clean fifty?”

And with that, a deal was made. Before you knew it you were proudly walking back to your car with the box tucked under your arm. You placed it carefully in the front passenger seat where you could watch over it, glancing back one last time to the now empty place on the table where the box once sat before driving away.

Immediately upon getting home you rushed to your room and swung open your shelf, eyes scanning over every row as you tried to find the best place for your newest treasure. It took a bit of rearranging to keep the shelf organized to your liking, but eventually you were able to place the box neatly right in the middle. You carefully closed the glass door and took a few steps back to admire your work. It was absolute perfection, and you couldn’t stop yourself from happily clapping your hands together. You deserved to applaud yourself a bit, after all.

You flopped down on your bed and grabbed your phone, eager to share your find with anyone who would listen, giddy with excitement. You really couldn’t believe how lucky you were! No one else would ever lay hands on a jack-in-the-box like this one, and now it was all yours.

As the hours of the afternoon dissolved into the night, you found yourself peeking into your room just about every time you walked past. You smiled wide whenever you saw the pristine box sitting on your shelf. It was especially beautiful when the sun hit it just right and made it shine. Your chest was still swelling with pride even as you climbed into bed for the night, able to peacefully fall asleep knowing that you’d filled another spot on your shelf today.

Unbeknownst to you, you had just given up the privilege of peaceful sleep.

That night you had one of the worst, most vivid nightmares you could remember.

You were standing in your room late at night, and everything seemed deathly silent, as if all the birds and insects that would normally be chirping outside had up and died off. A shiver ran down your spine as you looked around in confusion. You tried to turn on your lamp, but it wouldn’t come on. Trying the light switch yielded the same distressing result. You moved to open the door, but the moment you reached out for the knob it disappeared as if it had never been there in the first place. When you turned back, your bedroom window was gone too. Both of your escape routes had dissolved into thin air without so much as a sound.

The hair on the back of your neck stood up as your eyes slowly wandered to the jack-in-the-box. It was the only object left on your now open collectors shelf, but it seemed to take up so much more space than before. It had captured your gaze in an iron grip, and no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t look away. A terrible feeling began to bubble in the pit of your stomach, becoming heavier and heavier until you felt as though you may collapse from the weight, but nothing was happening. Something about the box itself felt so…malicious, so threatening, but it was simply sitting dormant on your shelf.

What were you so scared of?

That was the question replaying in your mind when you woke with a start, nearly falling out of your bed in your disoriented state. You shot straight up as you fought to catch your breath, taking a look around just to make sure your window and door were still there. Fortunately, they were. It really was just a nightmare.

A wave of relief washed over you as you slowly laid back down. You took an extra minute to catch your breath, silently scolding yourself for being so easily scared. You turned your head to look out the window, now noticing the very first little shreds of the dawn coming up over the horizon.

However, you noticed something else as well. Something that set off just a bit of unease in you.

The glass door of your shelf was open.

Not wide open, or broken, just slightly cracked as if it hadn’t been closed all the way and was now just barely ajar. You could’ve sworn you shut it all the way, you could even remember hearing the little click.

But we all make mistakes, don’t we?

That seemed enough of an explanation to calm you as you slipped out of bed to close the shelf once more. This time you double checked, just to be sure. When you were satisfied you went back to bed, finding sleep rather easily and this time without incident.

When you awoke some hours later you couldn’t help but question which parts of the night were a dream and which were reality. The memories of when you had woken up the first time were hazy, not to mention you were still shaken up from the nightmare. You tried to push it out of your mind, though, when you found your shelf securely closed and seemingly untouched. That was really all that mattered.

It seems you had the green light to go about your day as usual.

First thing’s first: you need to change out of your nightclothes. The stained band tee and baggy sweats would not cut it for running errands. You decided on something that would be comfortable for the day, but still made you feel confident and happy with yourself.

As you undressed you couldn’t help but take a moment to appreciate yourself in the mirror, standing there in just your boxer briefs. You ran a hand over your sides, turning around halfway as you admired your own figure. It was a silly habit to have, really, but what was it hurting? After all, you were one handsome man. You deserved to be seen.

You weren’t the only one who thought this, and you certainly weren’t the only one who enjoyed admiring you.

Completely hidden out of your view, just how he liked, two achromatic pinwheel eyes spun manically behind the shadows of the jack-in-the-box. He only had to lift the box just slightly, so little that you would never notice, and even if you did you would likely brush it off as your imagination. Jack was skilled like that, able to slowly lure his victims into madness in such a way that they wouldn’t notice until it was too late.

You, though, had caught his attention in a slightly different manner.

You had piqued his interest the moment you picked up his box, handling it with a curious yet careful manner. For generations he had been packed away in dusty attics and grimy basements and long forgotten storage units, completely disgraced by the family line that was supposed to cherish him. But you had plucked him from that miserable cycle, dusted him off, and placed him carefully on your shelf in a secure little spot where you could see each other every day.

This was certainly unusual behavior.

That ache of contempt that he felt for nearly everyone else somehow had yet to creep in. On some level, Jack was just as curious about you has you had been about him, and now he was safe behind the glass to keep and observe you as he saw fit. Human bodies in particular had always been an odd interest of his seeing as they looked so different from his own. Seeing you flaunt yours so proudly with no one else around was honestly a bit amusing.

He watched silently as you slipped on your day clothes, turning around a couple more times in the mirror and adjusting your outfit a bit before finally deciding you were happy. He didn’t slip back down into his box until he heard your car pulling out of the driveway.

He sat there with himself for some few hours while you were gone. He had lost any sense of time at this point, used to spending his days alone in his box. Although, this time, there was one reoccurring theme that all his thoughts seemed to circle back to:

You.

What made exactly you so interesting, hm? He could venture a vague guess, but something was just…different. His affinity for humans had long since waned to nothing nearly two centuries ago, and yet a small part of it was beginning to stir in him once more.

It seemed this would require further observation, which was certainly no issue to him.

You, on the other hand, were blissfully unaware that you were currently sharing your humble abode. There were a few times when the events of the earlier night managed to worm its way back into your mind, but you always managed to push it away. You were simply being silly, that was all. It was a random occurrence with absolutely no significance.

Yeah, sure, that made enough sense.

By the time you were unlocking your front door, you had been lucky enough to truly forget about your nightmare. It seemed that you had finally calmed yourself and managed to stay grounded.

At least you had until you stepped through the door.

The second you had both feet in the doorway, the nightmare came rushing back in vivid flashes. It felt like your grocery bags were filled with cement, your limbs suddenly going weak. Your entire body had gone stiff, paralyzed with an indescribable sense of anxiety, the feeling that something was terribly, deeply wrong in your home.

You swept through the whole house and found not a single thing out of place, though every time you turned a corner you were sure you’d see something you didn’t want to.

No smashed in windows, no kicked in doors, nothing taken or broken, no other sign of an intruder. Nothing that would indicate anything out of the ordinary.

Then why was your stomach churning with the same heavy dread you’d felt in the nightmare?

You wracked your brain as you tried to figure out what could possibly be making you feel so uneasy in your own home, but nothing came to mind. Even as you put away your groceries you were mumbling and muttering to yourself, attempting to fetch any semblance of an explanation.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Jack was more than happy to watch you spin yourself into a tizzy over his little tricks. He giggled to himself when you paced back and forth where he could see you outside the doorway of your room, proud to see he hadn’t lost his mischievous touch.

You felt absolutely exhausted by the time you were trudging your way to your room, the subtle thrum of an oncoming headache already threatening to floor you for the rest of the day. You were so drained, in fact, that you had to do a double take to realize that your collector’s shelf had been completely opened.

Not just creaked open like last time, completely opened. If it had been pushed any farther, the hinges would’ve snapped.

You stared in disbelief, mouth hanging half open. You couldn’t even will yourself to move. It felt someone had just lit a match to the pile of questions that had been accumulating in the back of your mind. As if on autopilot, you walked over numbly and shut the glass door of the shelf. This time, you triple checked that it was shut.

Of course, this time you weren’t satisfied with that.

The first thing you did once you had thrown on sweats and laid down was go to order a lock for the shelf online. You even paid extra to make sure it would be delivered the next day. After all, the last thing you needed was one of your prized possessions falling out and breaking.

Yes, that was the very normal, rational reason why you needed a lock.

You sighed with exhaustion as you struggled to get comfortable in your bed, figuring maybe a nap would help you recharge a bit. By some miracle you actually managed to fall asleep, and by another you slept peacefully for a full hour uninterrupted.

Damn, you needed that. You actually felt better when you woke up, stretching and cracking your back a few times before getting up.

Suddenly your fearful reaction earlier seemed so silly! Why were you so upset anyways? Because of a bad dream and a dingy old shelf? How stupid. Really, you were lucky you lived alone. If anyone had seen you like that they’d think you were crazy, irrational, completely out of your—

The shelf is open again.

The fucking shelf is open again, and the box has moved an entire shelf down on its own.

The box has moved on its own.

You were suddenly feeling light headed.

You sat back down on your bed, your head already beginning to ache once more. You were dizzy, confused, struggling to find your bearings in reality. You held your head in your hands as you tried to take a breather. Part of you hoped that if you simply looked away then back up, maybe the problem would fix itself.

No such luck.

You groaned with frustration, practically stomping over to your shelf. You moved the box back to its original place in a quick and jumpy manner, as if it was burning hot and it would hurt to hold onto it for too long. This time you quadruple checked that it had been closed properly, and even threw a blanket over the shelf to cover it.

It wasn’t a fix, but it could at least give you some semblance of security.

“Stupid broken thing…” You muttered to yourself, speed walking out of your room to head to the kitchen where hopefully a snack could distract you.

Jack was giddy with excitement, unable to stop himself from snickering with smug self-satisfaction. It had been so long since he had someone to play with, and you were so fun to scare it almost felt too easy.

He would have to play his next cards perfectly, though, if he wanted to keep this up.

He didn’t mess with you at all the rest of the day, even when he really, really wanted to. You peaked into your room every time you walked by, breathing a sigh of relief when you saw the shelf was exactly as you’d left it every time.

Maybe, you thought for the umpteenth time, you really were just being irrational. You didn’t even have another nightmare that night, and when you awoke the shelf was still closed with the blanket untouched on top of it.

When the lock came in that day you wondered for a bit if you really needed it, but ultimately decided it was better to be over-prepared than under. You could finally remove the blanket cover on the shelf, feeling much better now that you could properly shut and lock it. You stored the key away in the drawer of your nightstand where you knew it would be safe.

For you, it seemed like everything was finally back to normal again.

For Jack, this was the perfect opportunity to increase his antics tenfold. He was becoming more and more impatient, wanting to badly to properly greet you, and with each scare he only felt himself grow stronger. He was feeding on your anguish, allowing it to fuel him until eventually he would be ready to come out and play.

For the next few weeks, Jack made you sure you found absolutely no peace. He was relentless and cruel, even by his standards. He broke your stupid little lock, and the two others you ordered after that. He couldn’t count the amount of times he’d made you shut the glass door to the shelf again. Whenever you tried to cover him with the blanket, he let you know he was particularly upset with you by not only swinging the shelf door wide open, but moving his box right to your bedside table. That way, he got to see your terror up close when you jolted awake, nearly tripping over yourself to get away when you saw the box a mere couple of feet from your face. He made the house creak and jump every time you got a moment of quiet. Hell, he was petty enough to mess with the thermostat when you were out, meaning you got to return home to a freezing cold or blistering heat that was surely running up your bill. Speaking of running up your bills, it wasn’t unusual for Jack to leave the water running either.

The thing that got to you the most, though, was the incessant nightmares.

God, they never stopped.

They were almost all the same:

You’d be trapped somewhere familiar, like your room or a store you’d been at that day. You’d be completely alone and no lights would work, and when you tried to leave all the doors and windows would disappear. And every time, every goddamn time, that jack-in-the-box would be sitting there to greet you when you turned around. That was by far the worst part. Just looking at it would make you weak and nauseous, but you always woke up just before you’d collapse. Whenever you awoke from your nightmares you tried to take comfort in the sunrise beginning to slowly come up over the horizon, but deep down you knew the daylight could no longer save you.

Each day you woke up more exhausted than the last, too tired to go anywhere but not able to stand being in your house with whatever entity was making your life hell.

On the contrary, Jack was merely becoming more and more energetic every day. He hadn’t felt this eager in a long, long time. He was even feeling a bit bold, working up the courage once or twice to open the shelf while you were in the room. That scared you the most, making you jump with fear and scramble out of the room as fast as you could.

He knew you didn’t really have anywhere else to go. You could leave for the day, sure, but sooner or later you’d have to come back home. The stars must’ve aligned for him to find you, the perfect little plaything that could never really escape and gave him endless entertainment. You were certainly a funny one.

Although, there were times he enjoyed simply watching you just as much as tormenting you.

Countless times he’d find himself occupied with quietly observing you as if you were a completely foreign creature. He’d peak out of his box to watch you toss and turn at night, to watch you dress in the morning, and he even got to see you walk back from your showers a few times. You looked so soft, even from this far away, with so many places for him to grab and squeeze and wrap his massive claws around.

It was shameful, really. Or it should’ve been at least. Jack didn’t know the meaning of the word. All he knew was that the urge to reach out and grab you in his claws was growing stronger, and fast. His already minimal patience was beginning to thin, and he knew that soon it would run out completely. Watching you from afar wouldn’t be enough.

But that was okay.

He was finally ready to properly greet you, and he knew exactly how he’d do it.

That night you experienced one of the usual terrors, but this time you couldn’t recognize the room. It looked to be the bedroom of a victorian mansion with tall wooden walls decorated with dusty paintings that seemed to go up forever, closing you in on all sides. A child’s toys were scattered around the room, and the blankets on the bed had been tussled and pushed around. It was clear someone had been living here, but who? And why were you in a room you had never seen before?

And why, God—

Why was that jack-in-the-box still sitting on the shelf? And why was the crank turning on its own, playing the quiet, foreboding tune of “Pop Goes The Weasel?”

The feeling of dread that filled you was nothing new, but what you didn’t expect was to see the box slowly open as the crank continued to turn.

The movement wasn’t sudden, but it was absolutely shocking, so much so that you fell back onto your hands. You tried to scoot backwards, to somehow get away, but you couldn’t move. All you could do was watch as the lid of the box clicked into its open place, and a dark shape began to emerge.

It took a moment for you to figure out what you were looking at. The shape had sharp edges and moved slowly, in a controlled manner. It wrapped around the edge of the box and tapped against it.

It was a hand.

A massive hand with pitch black claws, each nearly as large as your palm, much too big to belong to something that should’ve been able to fit in that box.

A second clawed hand reached up, grabbing onto the opposite side of the box. They looked to be pulling up the rest of the body.

You watched, mouth agape in silent horror as the claws were followed by long striped sleeves, then a head and face covered by long black hair that fell past broad shoulders, until eventually the entire body had dragged itself out of the box. The creature sat there limply with its limbs bent unnaturally as if its own body was too heavy for it to move. There was one thing about it, though, that made your blood run cold:

Above a sharp toothed smile that was stretched impossibly wide were two achromatic pinwheel eyes, spinning manically behind a curtain of dark hair. They pierced your soul with their stare, almost seeming to glow in the dark.

There was a split second where you knew you were about to wake up, but the sight before you when you forced your eyes open was so similar to your nightmare that you weren’t sure it had worked.

That…thing from your dream was hovering over you.

Its visage was completely clear to you now, hair falling around its face and on either side of your head as it peered down at you. A single glance towards its body showed it was even bigger up close, easily twice your size. It resembled some sort of clown, in line with the theme of the jack-in-the-box, but nothing about it seemed comforting or humorous.

Your first instinct was to thrash, but you couldn’t move. The clown had pinned your arms down with its massive claws, not even flinching when you tried to fight it off. It took no effort to hold you down.

Its razor-toothed mouth began to crack open, and for a second you expected it to lunge forward and end it all with one fatal snap of its jaws.

But that didn’t happen.

No, instead…

It laughed.

The laugh itself didn’t even sound malicious or evil. In any other context it could easily be mistaken as an innocent giggle, a sound you might make when you saw something particularly cute.

That was what you were to Jack:

Cute.

But not in the way you’d think.

You were cute in the way a helpless, injured animal is cute.

Cute in the way that something you could hold in the palm of your hand is cute.

Cute in the way that something you knew you had complete control over is cute.

Cute in a pathetic, pitiful way that Jack loved.

He had waited so long to have his fun with you, he was trembling with excitement.

“Oooh, there you are!” Jack spoke in a lighthearted tone, drawing out his words in a playful manner. You weren’t sure what you were expecting him to sound like, but it definitely wasn’t that. You couldn’t decide if his oddly happy demeanor and sing-song tone with the cartoonish lilt of his accent was more or less frightening than the classic demonic voice of a supernatural killer.

Suddenly something uncomfortably wet slid from your shoulder to your cheek, and it wasn’t until he pulled back that you realized it was his tongue.

It was impossibly long and had the same striped pattern as his sleeves, moving in a much too articulated manner, as if it was another limb. You watched with wide eyes at it slowly retracted back into his mouth with a sickening wet sound. You could imagine it coiled up in there like a snake; after all, that was the only feasible way it should’ve been able to fit back in his mouth.

“You taste even better than I imagined…” The clown continued, taking no notice of (or at least not caring about) your discomfort. “You’ve been teasing ol’ Jack, haven’t you?”

“J…Jack?” You echoed in a whisper. You could hardly hear your own meek voice.

He only chuckled in response, taking great delight in hearing you say his name.

One of his hands released your arm, though you didn’t dare move either way. It slowly slid its way under your oversized nightshirt, pushing it above your chest and exposing your entire midriff. Both of his hands ran along your sides slowly, two claw-tipped thumbs barely scraping over your skin. Just a bit more pressure could’ve drawn blood, and it wouldn’t even take much effort on Jack’s part.

You tried not to move, to not even breathe, terrified that one wrong move would get you torn to shreds. You could imagine one razor sharp talon digging into your chest and dragging to your stomach, slicing you open in a mess of gore and intestines and oh, God—

You winced when Jack’s tongue unfurled once more, this time running from your navel all the way to your chest. It left a cold trail of saliva that made you shiver. You had to turn your head away, unable to look at Jack any longer, only to yelp in pain when you felt the sharp sting of a bite.

When you looked down again you were greeted with Jack’s smug grin.

“Pay attention to me and I won’t have to do that again.” He ordered, unblinking stare piercing through you. The tone of the demand was almost whiny, like he would throw a tantrum if he didn’t get his way.

“Wh…What the hell do you want?” You choked out.

Jack didn’t answer. It would be more fun to watch you figure it out on your own.

He adjusted you in his hold, allowing him to sit up as he moved to grasp your thighs. It was then you realized you’d neglected to put on any actual pants before bed, your lower half clad only in your boxer briefs which were doing very little to keep you modest, especially as Jack lifted your clothed bulge closer to his eager mouth.

“W-Wait—!”

But your plea came a moment too late, and any other attempt at words died in your throat when you felt Jack’s tongue run over your cock through your boxers.

“Shit—! Jesus Christ…” You huffed, “What the fuck…are you doing…?”

You dug your teeth into your bottom lip and watched helplessly as Jack’s tongue ran over you once more, making you tense as you felt your cock twitch. Damn, that felt good…

You really shouldn’t have been enjoying this. Especially not this much. You expected to be much more disgusted, and yet you weren’t. In fact, there was a little voice in the back of your head that was eager to take much more.

But what choice did you have, really?

Jack certainly had no intention of stopping, and you certainly weren’t going anywhere. Besides, for all you knew you’d wake up tomorrow and realize this was all a shameful wet dream.

You tried to relax a bit in his grip, which proved difficult when he was staring at you like he wanted to eat you alive.

Before you could blink Jack had suddenly flipped you onto your stomach, making quick work of your boxers with one swipe of his claws. The sound of ripping fabric caught you off guard, and everything happened so fast you weren’t sure what had happened until you felt Jack’s tongue run over the bare back of your thighs.

“Oh my God—!” You cried out, barely managing to muffle yourself with a pillow. You held it tight against your face, and even had to bite down on it in an attempt to stop yourself from screaming when Jack slipped his tongue inside of you.

It felt even longer than it looked, squirming inside of you and leaving absolutely no spot untouched. Every time you thought he couldn’t possibly go any deeper, he somehow did, filling you with his tongue until you couldn’t fit anymore. A shame, really; he had lots more to offer, but he couldn’t expect much from such a little human.

His hands were easily large enough to grasp your waist and hold you against his mouth. You had no way of knowing, but Jack was more than aware of his own strength, even taking care to make sure he didn’t pierce you with his nails. You’d be much for fun alive, after all. Although, this didn’t mean he didn’t have a bit of fun scaring you, occasionally giving a rough squeeze just to feel you flinch. He was thoroughly invested in tasting every inch of you, but that didn’t mean he’d stop toying with you at every opportunity.

Despite his hold on you, you couldn’t stop yourself from writhing desperately in his hands. You weren’t trying to fight him, but the sensation of his tongue wriggling around so deep inside of you was certainly an odd one. Your cock was already throbbing between your legs and dripping precum onto your sheets. There was a nagging urge to reach down and give your needy member some much needed attention, but you couldn’t force yourself to release your painful grip on your blanket. It was the only thing providing you any sort of purchase.

Jack was making quite the show of eating you out as well, moaning and slurping in a rather dramatic manner. He certainly wasn’t afraid of being noisy, though he made sure to stay quiet enough to listen to your encouraging noises. You sounded so desperate and needy, he just couldn’t get enough. You became especially loud when he began to slowly move his tongue in and out. He could even feel you squeeze around it, and it made his cock ache as he imagined what it would feel like to finally be inside of you.

You shuddered when Jack finally retracted his tongue, his saliva completely soaking your hole and beginning to run down your legs, leaving you now feeling thoroughly stretched but unpleasantly empty. He only let you rest as long as it took for him to close and wipe his mouth before he was manhandling you once more, this time flipping you into your previous position on your back. It happened so fast that just the impact of your head on the pillow made you dizzy.

When you looked up again Jack had leaned back a bit, looking down at his hands as he unbuckled his suspenders and soon after his pants. You followed his gaze just in time to see his own massive length spring free from his trousers.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

It was bigger than anything you’d ever even imagined, and suddenly you felt embarrassingly inadequate. It too was striped, and shaped in such a way that you could easily tell it was a cock but definitely not a human one. He laid it over your stomach and you couldn’t help but gasp at the sheer size. It was thick and heavy too, throbbing eagerly against your skin.

“W-Woah, wait, no way—“ You stuttered, attempting to crawl backwards and away from Jack. “That’s fucking giant, holy shit…You can’t— T-That won’t—“

“Shhhhh!” Jack interrupted as he roughly pulled you back to him, “Calm down, you whiny little thing. You’ll be fine.”

You only whimpered in reply, watching with bated breath as he spread your legs wide to make room for his cock. He groaned with delight when his leaking tip brushed against your waiting hole.

“A-At least be careful…!” You pleaded in a last-ditch effort to earn yourself some mercy.

“I make no promises.” Jack replied shortly, as if he was annoyed with your request. Maybe it was a bit cruel to be so careless, but surely you were being dramatic. Humans were meant to stretch, right? Surely you weren’t that fragile.

The noise that struggled out of your mouth when he forced himself into you was downright inhuman, followed by a string of curses and other equally nasty exclamations of the sort that could’ve barred you from getting you into heaven all on their own. Not that you were going either way at this point.

When Jack had finally filled you as much as he could, only about two thirds of his cock had managed to disappear inside of you. That was still rather impressive, all things considered, and it’s not like he could complain. Your tight hole squeezed around him in all the right places.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” You repeated under your breath as you tried to adjust to Jack’s size, a borderline impossible task.

“Foul mouthed one, aren’t you?” He scolded, grabbing your chin roughly. “Behave, or I’ll have to wash your mouth out.”

He seemed to find that hilarious, laughing to himself as if he’d never heard a funnier joke in his life.

“You…fuckin’ freak…” You spat back at him half-heartedly. It was hard to sound angry when you were trying to catch your breath after being filled to your limit. Jack feigned a gasp of disbelief at your lackluster insult.

“Naughty, naughty thing you are! Someone simply must teach you to behave!”

He squeezed you in his grip, testing his hold one last time before he began to pull back. You thought he’d stop halfway or at least start slow, but you were left speechless as he pulled out nearly all the way, leaving just the tip still nestled inside of you. You grabbed his shoulders in an attempt to brace yourself for what was sure to be a brutal impact.

“Brutal” was an understatement.

Shit, it felt like he fucking impaled you. You choked on what would’ve been a shriek when he pushed into you again, nails digging into his shoulder so hard it would’ve drawn blood if he had any. You felt unbearably full as his cock bullied its way back inside of you until it was laying heavy in your stomach.

Jack let out a shuddering moan that dissolved into a breathy laugh as he watched you struggle to keep it together. Your mouth hanging open in a silent scream and eyes going wide with panic was exactly what he wanted to see.

“Aww, did that hurt?” He asked, and honestly the condescending tone stung a bit. You only glared in reply.

He pulled back again, slamming into you with even more force than the first time. You could feel the bed swaying beneath you from the sheer strength. You could only hope he didn’t wind up breaking it after he broke you.

Jack was never one to take things slow, and as soon as he had gotten the hang of his thrusts he set a brutal pace. Each movement made your head spin with the impact. You really weren’t built to take something so massive, you shouldn’t have been able to, but you were taking it despite your body’s protests. You didn’t want to look down, unable to even stand the thought of seeing his gigantic cock disappear inside of you.

Desperate, animalistic noises spilled through your gritted teeth and out of your mouth. Each thrust hit deeper than the last and there were times you swore he was literally rearranging your guts. Of course you would eventually adjust to Jack’s size and strength, but that didn’t shake the fear that this encounter could land you in the hospital. This fear would fade as he continued though, the overwhelming fullness and ache soon melting into a pleasure like you’d never felt before. You grasped at anything you could, whether it be your sheets or Jack’s sleeves or hair, hopelessly clawing at anything you could get your shaky hands on.

Jack’s tongue laid limp out of his mouth as he panted, shamelessly rutting into you like a toy. You were nothing but a rag doll in his clutches for him to hold and use to his black heart’s content, and then some. While you couldn’t bring yourself to look down, he was more than happy to watch his cock thrust in and out of you. The wet squelching sounds made by each little movement were like music to his ears.

He knew he must’ve been hitting deep when he noticed the bulge he was making in your stomach.

Oh, you simply had to see this!

He grabbed your hair roughly and forced you to look down.

“Ahah! Do you see that? Do you?” He asked eagerly. He took your choked noise as a ‘yes.’

“You’re so small, ahah…I wonder how deep I can go before you break in two!”

He tugged on your hair once more, this time pulling it back to expose your neck. You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning as he dragged his tongue slowly up your neck before pulling you into a messy kiss. It only took one second of your surprise to allow him to slip his tongue into your mouth, and it quickly found its way down your throat. You were caught off guard and nearly choked, which only made Jack laugh against your lips. You could feel every little twitch or jerk it made as it explored your throat with no regard for your comfort.

Jack didn’t pull away until he could tell you were struggling for air, retracting his tongue incredibly quickly. You were coughing and heaving to catch your breath, which he apparently found very amusing. It seemed to send him into a giggling fit every time he scared you half to death.

Suddenly Jack came to an abrupt stop. You looked up at him in confusion, but he wasn’t looking at you. He was focused on something else. You felt yourself being jostled around as he shifted his position, sitting up on his knees and lifting you from the bed with one hand still around your waist and the other under your back. You were entirely supported by his hands now.

What the hell is he thinking?!

You felt him retracting once more, but this time he wasn’t moving his hips. He was moving you.

He showed no signs of struggle or even the slightest strain as he began to thrust into you again, your weight practically nothing to him. He was using you like a goddamn fleshlight, nothing more than a sleeve for his cock.

And honestly…It wasn’t so bad.

That seemed to be your breaking point, any sense of dignity you had before completely going out the window as you gave into him fully. If he was going to use you like a toy, you could at least put in the effort to be a good one.

“F-Fuck! Ah—! Jack, m-more…!” You begged, and for a moment a look of surprise flashed across his face. The last thing he was expecting was to hear you pleading for him so shamelessly, but it was a welcome surprise. His signature grin returned quickly, stretching from one pointed ear to the other.

“Oh, more he says?!” He replied, “More, more! What happened to ‘wait, Jack!’ and ‘you can’t, Jack!’, huh? Sudden change of heart?”

He was mocking your voice, degrading you so blatantly that he expected you to recoil at his nasty words, but instead you tightened around him.

Oh…you liked that.

He was more than happy to keep going.

“What is it then, hm? Or have you already gone too stupid to answer me? Aha, you really do love this!”

You nodded quickly in response, managing to push out a slurred reply that sounded vaguely like an agreement.

“Fine then,” he conceded, “I can give you more…”

And just when you thought he couldn’t possibly go any faster or shove in any deeper or make you cry out for him even more.

He fucked you like his current life and the next depended on it, each thrust slamming the headboard into the wall so hard it left a mark. Your legs trembled as you began to get lost in the pleasure. It all felt like a blur, a wonderful blur only broken up by the realization that you were much closer to your orgasm than you realized.

“Jack, J-Jack—! I’m close, I…I’m…” You couldn’t even choke out a single sentence of warning. Jack was more than aware of what you were trying to tell him, but he was content to let you pathetically struggle for words.

“Go on, why don’t you? If you need it so bad I won’t stop you.”

His attempt at an impartial tone was greatly hindered by his obvious excitement, a result of how close he was to his own peak and how much he desired to see you cum. He wanted so badly to see you make a mess for him, to feel you spasm around him and know that he was the one who brought you to that.

“Oh, please—!” You whined, “Please, please, please…”

You had no idea what you were begging for. You didn’t have to, though, because it seems like your pleas worked anyways. Every muscle in your body tensed on instinct, your back arching up into Jack and one last high pitched cry managing to leave your throat as you came. The force of your orgasm hit you like a truck, more intense and prolonged than any other you’d had, helpfully hastened by Jack’s increasingly erratic thrusts.

“Ahah, you squeezed so tight!” He gushed, “You feel so, so good…”

Faster, faster, faster, he had to go faster. He was so close, so close. He had to fill you, he had to. He had to see his cum dripping out of you and to know that he’d filled you with all he had and you had to be filled.

He went silent for a split second, and you knew what you were in for when his hips stuttered before going still, but you weren’t ready for the sheer amount of cum he pumped into you. He held you on his cock until he was completely done, continuing to make small ruts with his hips until he’d ridden out his orgasm to the end. There simply wasn’t room for it all inside of you, but even as it flowed out of you and down your legs and onto your sheets he continued to spill into you. You’d gone limp in his hands by the time he was done.

You barely processed the feeling of being laid back down on your bed, but you definitely winced when Jack pulled out of you. Damn, you were already sore. Not to mention your forehead was drenched with a thick layer of sweat and your thighs were soaked with a multitude of bodily fluids that you were trying not to think about right now.

You managed to crack an eye open when you heard Jack snickering.

“Tired already? A shame. I had fun.” He said casually, as if the both of you had just returned from an outing and he hadn’t practically jumped you in your own home. Your only answer was an exhausted sigh.

Jack cocked his head to the side as he stared down at you. Were you really so worn out already? He wasn’t tired at all! Then again, “tired” wasn’t really something he felt…

Humans are so strange.

He laid down beside you and draped an arm over you. When he leaned in you expected him to lick you again, but instead he brought you into a kiss. An actual kiss, the first real gesture of affection he’d given you, even if it was rather brief. He pulled away to nestle his face into the crook of your neck, and you could feel his laughter against your skin.

“You’re a funny one, do you know that? I hope I get to play with you a lot more…”

Oh, fuck.

He wasn’t leaving, was he?

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eunbitchh · 5 months

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saviour

*18+ MDNI*

word count: 2.3k

pairing: josh futturman x reader (gender not specified, only usage of you & your pronouns, but reader does use a strapon)

warnings: pegging, very light degradation, dumbification?, shitty writing (i’ve literally never written for a man before so bare w me lmao)

josh futturman is a whiny loser, but you can’t help but love that about him. he would do anything to please you, he really was truly desperate for your attention and your approval, and that was something so easy to get addicted to. it soon led you to a point that you had decided to have a conversation with him to try something new in the bedroom. while sex with him was amazing, with all the pathetic whimpers he made only spurring you on, you started to want something more.

“pegging?” josh asked sounding confused and tilting his head a bit, looking at you with those big brown eyes.

“yeah, pegging. basically i’m wondering if you would let me fuck you with a dildo?” it was a bit embarrassing to bring up but you knew at the end of the day, he would do anything to make you happy. he felt lucky you even wanted him at all in the first place.

“well.. i’ve never thought about it before.. but.. if it’s something you want- i.. i would be willing to try it” he seemed a bit unsure of himself. he did want to make you happy, he really did, but he just wasn’t sure how that would play out.

“i don’t want you to feel pressured at all, it’s completely okay if you don’t want to, josh. it’s just, i want to make you feel good and i think you’d really like it” you say rubbing his knee a bit to reassure him.

“no- i- i’ll try it.. but, will you walk me through it? and not be.. too rough?” he asked, a bit shy from the conversation at hand and that was obvious from the blush that coated his face.

“of course! i’ll start you off slowly and we can go from there, and we can use a safe word if at any point it’s too much and i’ll stop.” your voice did nothing to hide how giddy you were upon his agreement.

“how about ‘saviour’ for your safe word?”

he nods along, starting to become a bit more comfortable now knowing that you were taking precautions for his wellbeing. his heart actually fluttered a bit at how considerate you were being of him.

“yeah, saviour. sounds good” he said sending you a small smile

“do you.. have it? you know.. the.. dildo?” he asked

you nod at him with obvious enthusiasm “i do- i have everything i need actually. would you like to see it?” you question back. he nods, words seeming to escape him now that it hit him that this was really going to happen.

you get up from your spot on the sofa beside him and walk to your shared bedroom, before returning with a box in hand, opening it to reveal the contents inside

“so this-“ you begin, pulling out the black harness “is the harness, this part will hold the dildo.” you say pointing to the spot where it was meant to go.

“and this-“ you pull out the dildo. it was clear and pale pink in color “is the dildo. you can feel it if you’d like” you say pulling it out of the box and holding it out to him

he takes it from your hand, inspecting it a bit closely with widened eyes and blushing furiously. it wasn’t a very large one, but it definitely wasn’t small either. it was probably about the average size of a penis. he couldn’t help but feel a bit intimated again, he’d never had anything in his ass before and now after seeing the silicone toy he felt a bit anxious about it again.

“this is going.. inside me?” he sounded flabbergasted. you nodded before you answered him.

“yes, but don’t worry we’ll ease into it, i’ll prep you with my fingers first and we can continue from there?” you suggested softly, taking his hand in your own and running your thumb along his knuckles to calm him a bit.

“okay.. yeah.” he still sounded a bit unsure but he felt better from your comforting words and actions, and the two of you made your way to your shared bedroom.

you pull him in for a kiss, starting it off soft and slow but getting more needy by the second. your hands find their way to his hair, tugging lightly causing him to moan against your lips, you push him back and his knees hit the edge of the bed before falling back onto the soft mattress while you straddle him and continue to kiss him like it was the last thing you would do in your life.

his hands flew up to your hips, holding you closer to him and letting out a soft whimper when your body made contact with his clothed cock.

you trailed your hands down his chest to the hem of shirt and tugging it up his body to reveal the soft skin of his stomach, letting him finish the job of removing his shirt which he did, discarding it onto the hardwood floor beneath the bed.

often times if you wanted to, you could make him cum just from dry humping. however that wasn’t the plan for tonight. your hands now roamed across his exposed skin, trailing them up and down, while your lips moved to his jaw, then to his neck, then his chest, kissing the skin so tenderly but leaving a variety of hickeys in their trace. with each touch you gave him, he whined needily for you, a hand coming to the back of your head to hold you closer.

your mouth moved toward one of his nipples now, blowing cool air onto it causing him to whine loudly and arch towards your mouth, then whimpering when you took it into your mouth, biting down gently. you let one of your hands move up to his other nipple and pinched it gently between your index finger and your thumb, it was really too much for him, he hid his face beneath one of his arms and tried to muffle his sounds only for you to push it out of the way.

“let me hear you, pretty boy” you whisper to him, laying a soft kiss to his cheek. he nods at your words, silently agreeing to do so. your hands trail further down his stomach now to where the waistband of his pants were, unbuckling the belt and unlooping it from its secure place before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants next, waiting for him to remove them.

he lifted his hips off the bed for a minute to do so, discarding them in the same direction he had his shirt, and your eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to the obvious bulge that laid within his boxers. you raise your eyebrow at him playfully “somebodies excited” you tease.

“hard not to be when i’m with you” he responded.

you shed yourself of your own clothes now, letting yourself be completely bare in front of him and he watched you through very appreciative lust glazed eyes. he would never grow tired of seeing your body, that was for sure.

you then moved to remove the last of his clothing, his cock springing free from its confinement and slapping against his stomach, he hissed at the sensation of the cold air in the room that was now hitting it.

you pull him in for another heated kiss, which he eagerly returned before you pulled back and leaned towards your nightstand to pull out a bottle of lube. you opened the bottle and squeezed a bit out onto your finger, softly running it along his hole.

“i’ll go slow, okay?” you whisper to him. he couldn’t bring himself to say any coherent words at the time being so he opted to just nod in response, feeling your finger gently slide into him and begin probing the tight walls, causing him to inhale sharply.

“does it hurt?” you ask, monitoring his face closely for any sign of pain or discomfort. he shook his head ‘no’

“just.. feels weird” he spoke softly. you continued your ministrations with the one finger for a while longer, before removing it to apply some more lube and adding in a second. the sensation was still foreign to him, but he was starting to get a bit more used to it and enjoying himself while you continued to finger him. he began to softly moan from the feeling of your fingers stretching him open, pushing them further and further into him and pumping them in and out. oh.. he could definitely get used to this.

you pull your fingers back out of his hole and he whined at the loss of contact, opening his eyes and looking at you as if to silently plead you to continue. watching you squeeze more lube into your fingers did something to him, the sight was really arousing and then he felt you carefully slide 3 fingers into him, moaning loudly at the feeling of being so stretched open from your fingers

“feel good?” you ask softly, he nods in response, minds falling from between his lips constantly now

“s’good” he slurs out, too lost to the pleasured sensation running through his veins to form a full sentence.

“doing so good for me josh, sound so pretty for me” you encourage him, stroking his waist softly and continuing to prod at his greedy hole with your fingers before slowing pulling them out, he whines at the loss of contact

“you ready?” you ask as you step into the harness and secure it to your body. he nods furiously in respond

“please- i need more please” he begs you, his eyes beginning to fill with desperate tears. so pathetic. so cute.

you secure the dildo to its place within the harness apply lube to it, rubbing it along the tip and down the shaft while you were looking at him. the sight aroused him more than he expected it to, your hooded eyes staring at him while you stroked the silicone, thoroughly applying the lube to it.

“remember your safe word?” you asked him. he nodded

“saviour”. he answered, you smiled softly at him, running a thumb along his chin and kissing him softly

“good boy, make sure to use it if its ever too much okay?” he nods silently and watches you make your way between his legs, pushing them apart for easier access, caging him between your arms shortly after.

the tip of the silicone toy presses against his hole, he looks at you with those wide eyes again as you slowly begin to push in, inch by inch, his head falls back and his eyes roll as he lets out a loud moan as he feels you gradually bottom out inside him.

oh.. oh.

now he understood what you meant when you said you thought he’d like this. it felt amazing, he’s never felt this good before. his hips moved instinctively to try and match the slow pace you had set fucking him, trying to fuck himself onto you now. it was definitely a pleasant sight to see. you gradually began to snap your hips against him faster, a flurry of whimpers spilling from his lips from the new speed. he was getting so close to cummimg now. he was used to lasting longer, but he had never been fucked in the ass before, in his defence.

you knew he was close, as he was getting louder and loude by the second.

“you gonna cum for me josh? gonna cum from this pretty cock in your ass?” you spur him on, rubbing your thumbs in circles on his nipples now. he nodded wordlessly, looking at you pathetically

“yes- gonna cum for you- please!” he whined

you kiss him, a messy and completely lust driven kiss but that didn’t matter right now. you pull away and meet his glossy eyes, wiping the stray tears that rolled down his cheeks and leaving light kisses in their trace

“cum for me” you encourage, the speed of your hips pumping the silicone toy into him never faltering as he does just that. hot white ropes flying into his stomach and his chest while he moans your name.

you gradually slow your movements, eventually coming to a complete stop before slowing pulling out, he whines at the feeling of being so empty now, you press a soft kiss to his nose now and smile at him softly.

“did so good for me josh, such a good job” you speak in a much more gentle tone than before. he nods wordlessly at you, he felt like you fucked his ability to speak away.

you step out of the harness now and hold it in your hand as you get off the bed

“stay here, i’m gonna get you cleaned up” he nodded again at that, and he really didn’t think he could move if he tried to anyways.

you leave the bedroom and wash off the silicone toy with the proper soap and water before also wetting a wash cloth with warm water and returned to the bedroom where josh was still sprawled out on the bed.

you gently ran the cloth along his skin, wiping up any of the cum that was on him while softly planting an array of kisses all over his face. he smiled softly at that.

“did you enjoy it?” you asked softly

he nodded

“that was.. better than i expected. we should definitely do it again” he answered honestly, his voice was a bit ruined from how loud he had been but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“i’d love to.” you say smiling softly to him and place a quick peck to his lips.

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2-forthem-2-play · 6 months

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All of the sudden everything, you used to say to try to get her to do a threesome for you, she was saying, " baby come on, it will bring us closer together I promise,, it's not like I'm going to tell anyone, it will turn me on so much, hey you might even like it, alot if guys do, it will be our secret I swear , come on baby for me? Please? It's just sex it doesn't mean anything

You could tell she enjoys the shoes on the other feet

She's goes on to say, come on baby just touch his chest isn't it nice , and look how how big he is

Then she looks at him and says " isn't my husband beautiful, tell him he's beautiful

See baby he thinks your beautiful

She now guides you to his belly, you can't lie it is nice I mean he works out, " kiss him here , you do, so many thoughts , you wonder how she felt, was it like you feeling now?, so nervous, kind of humiliated , your asking your self , " will she respect me after this, will she see me as week, does this really turn her on, will she leave me after this, but it's just to late, she pulls his cock out it's huge, it's fat, your humilated but turned on, did she feel this way? She says kiss the head , again this time with your mouth open a little , she straddles your back, she's heavy she controls you now your mouth is over the head of his penis, and as she weighs down on your back his cock goes all the way in your mouth he moans, and thrusts he is now fucking your mouth and you are gagging, this is gay, fuck you think, you start to remember all the bullies in school calling all the weaker kids Faggot, part of you wants to Run!! But you don't still the question, does this turn her on and if so , is it because she's mad at me or hates me or is it because it just does the same way her with another woman turns you on, you feel the warmth of her pussy on your neck , this reassures you but just a little , then comes the next question, Am I really enjoying this? She kisses the back of your neck, you hear say oh fuck baby , so hot baby, now he is really thrusting his head blowing up like a balloon, you feel a twitch ,, " shit! He is about to cum in my mouth she weighs down , almost to say , Take it you feel her finger in your hair, grabbing a fist full , he explodes your mouth full of his cum , "SWALLOW!!!" She yells , she swings around and rides your cock witch embarrassingly enough is rock hard, she starts kissing you , " Fuck me fag boy she whispers in your ear , it doesn't take long and you explode in her,

How, do you feel, your head is spinning, your looking to her for answers to so many questions ,

It's okay she whispers, relax, calm down, it takes time to process, but your okay, I love you she says, I don't think any different about you, your my husband and I love you,

You think for a moment, that's more then you did fir her

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meowdarame · 2 years

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how tokrev characters react when you ask them to use a penis extender

pairings: various tokrev boys x f!reader (afab!reader)

warnings: NSFW, 18+ MINORS DNI!; oral (m!receiving) in 1st category, choking in 2nd category, handjobs in 3rd category, sex toys (penis extender) in all categories

notes: inspired by a conversation @christeningsakusa and i had over facetime! likes and reblogs are always appreciated <3

he’s well-endowed and he knows it, so he catches on that it’s a prank. he teases you, “so you want to feel it in your ribcage instead of just your tummy? you sure you can handle that, princess?” he laughs in your face, leaving you flustered when he turns your prank against you. and he’ll definitely shut you up later tonight when shoves his entire length down your tight throat— maybe then you won’t forget how big he is!

hanma, DRAKEN, ran, smiley, sanzu

he immediately sees red. he’s not small by any means— in fact, his dick is actually larger than average. but he can’t help but get insecure when you poke fun at his size, and this insecurity soon morphs into anger. he wraps his fingers around your neck, squeezing the sides as he growls in your ear, “am i not big enough for you? then why were you screaming my name last night like a dirty lil slut?”

KISAKI, baji, taiju, rindou, shion

highkey gets really butt hurt over your “joke.” you’ve shaken the poor boy’s confidence :( is he not good in bed? do you not like having sex with him? he’s so hurt that he gives you a pouty silent treatment for a few hours, but he gives up this act when you make it up to him later that night. your hand squeezes and tugs at his slicked-up cock, eliciting the cutest whines from his lips. “i-i forgive you, baby. j-just please, let me cum!”

chifuyu, IZANA, inui, shinichiro, naoto

good luck getting a reaction from him, because he really couldn’t care less. he just shrugs when you tell him. “if that’s what you want, buy one and we’ll try it out.” you purchase one using his card and when it finally delivers, you immediately try it out. although he keeps up his “indifferent” façade, he can’t help but smirk to himself when you beg for him to take the toy off because he’s “too big.”

KOKONOI, kakucho, mikey, mitsuya, wakasa

gets a little upset that you asked him, but will still try it out because he loves you so much!! he’s a little shy when he first slips his member into the silicone toy, but his embarrassment fades away when you reassure him that he’s okay. he ends up really, really liking it, especially when you cum around him after only a few strokes. “d-did i do good baby? can i cum t-too?”

takemichi, KAZUTORA, angry, hakkai, akkun

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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years

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Never Try, Never Know

Pairing: Peter Parker enemies to lovers

Synopsis: Flash pesters you about your sex life

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A month later, you were in Peter’s room once again. Doing your homework together had once again become a make out session.

You were underneath Peter with your hands up in his hair. Your skirt was hiked up around your waist and his jeans were brushing against you every time he moved. His hand was resting just below your boob, pressing firmly on your rib cage. As you kissed him, you slowly moved his hand up and kept yours on top of his. You squeezed your hand, prompting him to squeeze your boob. You could feel him smile into the kiss as he gained more confidence. He slipped his hand under your shirt and brushed his thumb over your bra. You moaned into his mouth, hoping he would keep going. You could feel his boner against your thigh and you were dying for him to take the next step already.

“Can I take my shirt off? You whispered against his lips. He nodded eagerly in response. You pulled away from Peter for a moment to pull your shirt off and tossed it to the floor. His cheeks tinted pink since this was the first time you’d done this. He shyly looked at you and gulped so you gave him a reassuring smile.

“It’s okay.” You told him. “You can touch me.”

Peter hesitated before putting his hand back on your boob. He bent down to kiss you again and slowly trailed kisses down your neck. You were combing your fingers through his hair as he kissed the tops of your breasts, thinking you were finally about to go all the way with him. Before you had a chance to do anything else, Peter pulled away and groaned.

“Oh my God.” He gulped and sat up.

“Are you okay?” You sat up as well to check on him.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “I’ll be right back.”

You slumped back on the bed as Peter climbed off and went to the bathroom. Once you heard his shower turn on, you let out an angry huff. You squeezed your legs together in frustration before slipping your shirt back on.

That was how it always went. You’d get close but never go all the way. You knew Peter was a virgin, but you were starting to think he wanted to stay that way. You didn’t want to push Peter before he was ready, but your sexual frustration was getting to be more than you could handle. If you waited any longer, you thought you might explode.

“I’m back.” Peter announced, pulling you out of your thoughts. “Sorry about that. I get overstimulated very easily. All my nerve endings are extra sensitive.”

“It’s fine.” You faked a smile as he sat next to you. “But you know, you don’t have to calm yourself down every time. You could run with it.”

“Run with it?” Peter asked. “You mean, you want me to…”

“Fuck me. Yeah.” You nodded. “Just a suggestion.”

Peter’s face blushed all the way down to his neck at your bluntness. He shyly laughed and put his lap top on his lap.

“You’re crazy.” He chuckled. “What do you want to watch?”

“I’m fine with anything.” You faked a smile and rested your head on his shoulder. You didn’t want him to know you were disappointed. If he wasn’t ready, then he wasn’t ready. The only problem was, you were a little more then ready. You were two close calls away from begging him to fuck you, and you could only hope it wouldn’t resort to that.

You were in a bad mood the next day at school. All you could think about was how badly you wanted to get off. It felt like Peter was dangling himself in front of you but never letting you have him. To make a bad day worse, Flash spotted you at your locker and decided to pester you.

“Hey, pretty lady.” He smiled as he flicked some of your hair off your shoulder. “What are you doing tonight? Wanna get Flash-y on a Friday?”

“Fuck off.” You groaned. “I have a boyfriend.”

“There is no way you and Parker are actually together.” Flash scoffed when you rejected him. “This has got to be some weird hate sex thing.”

You froze when he mentioned sex since it was currently a sensitive topic for you.

“It’s not.” You said quickly. “Peter is my boyfriend, and you make me drier than sandpaper. Buh bye.”

You pushed him away from you and kept walking, but he followed.

“Who do you guys think you’re fooling? Everyone knows you guys hate each other.” Flash insisted.

“We used too.” You shrugged. “Now we love each other.”

“Are you sure you’re not just hooking up to get your frustration out and thinking it’s a relationship?”

You sucked in a sharp breath when he mentioned it again, growing frustrated now.

“I’m positive.” You grumbled.

“Why?”

“Because we haven’t even…” You trailed off when you realized you said too much. But it was too late. Flash’s jaw dropped as he bounced up and down.

“You guys haven’t had sex yet?” He asked. “How? You’ve been together like two months.”

“Can you keep your voice down please?” You hissed. “It’s none of your business. And it’s normal for couples to wait.”

“You know what?” Flash snickered. “I’m not even surprised that you guys haven’t done it yet. He’s not man enough to try anything.”

“Yes he is.” You said. “Shut up Flash.”

“Are you sure about that?” Flash taunted.

“Yes.” You snapped as your confidence slowly faded. “I’m sure. Now leave me alone.”

“I kinda feel sorry for you.” He continued. “You’re dating the man who played the girl part in last years musical. It’s probably the only girl part he’s ever seen.”

“Shut up.” You repeated. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t I? Because I’m willing to bet Peter doesn’t have a single clue what to do in bed. He’d be like, “orgasm? You mean organism? It’s an animal, plant, or single celled life form”, or something.” Flash mimicked his voice. “He’s probably awful. He’ll never be able to please you.”

“Yes he can.” You said quietly, but you weren’t sure. You hated to admit it, but you were starting to think Flash might be right.

“How would you know?” Flash taunted. That pushed you to your edge. You knew if you didn’t say something now, Flash would tell the whole school and humiliate Peter.

“Because I was kidding. We have had sex.” You lied. “He sexed me like, a hundred times. Including last night.”

“Really?” Flash narrowed his eyes.

“Yeah. He nearly broke my pelvis.” You continued. “That’s why I’m in leggings today. I’m really sore.”

“Peter Parker left you sore?” Flash snorted. “What’d he do? Forgot you were there and sit on you?”

“No. He fucked me.” You said confidently this time. “Really, really well.”

“Nope. I don’t believe you.” Flash shook his head. “There is no way Little orphan Annie is having sex. Not a chance.”

“Well, he is.” You shrugged. “And he’s got a huge dick. Like, the size of a salt shaker.”

“Salt shakers are like two inches.” Flash scoffed.

“Not the kind you have at home.” You rolled your eyes. “Like, the really big ones at Italian restaurants. That size.”

“For real?” Flash’s eyes widened.

“Yeah.” You began to lose confidence in your lying ability. “Real, um, real monster cock on that boy. He’s uh, he’s a mouthful.”

“You mean handful?” Flash asked.

“I said what I said.”

“No way.” Flash gasped.

“Uh huh. He’s the best I ever had.” You egged it on. “By a long shot, too. He really knows what he’s doing.”

“You’re telling me Peter Parker is some kind of sex god?” Flash raised an eyebrow.

“Yep.” You replied. “In fact, I’m going to his apartment later for more. I just can’t get enough. You’d understand if you were getting it this good.”

“Who would have thought.” Flash shook his head. “I certainly didn’t see this coming.”

“Well, speaking of coming, I better go. Peter’s expecting me.” You smiled tightly and walked away from Flash. You squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment as you left him, unsure of how much damage you had just done.

Flash spotted Peter at the lockers the next day and thought of your conversation from the day before. Always looking for trouble, he walked up to Peter and leaned against his locker.

“Hey, Penis Parker.” Flash said with a grin.

“Go away Flash.” Peter groaned.

“Woah.” Flash held up his hands. “That’s no way to talk to someone who knows your dirty little secret.”

Peter stiffened when he heard this and gave his full attention to Flash.

“What?”

“Yup.” He nodded. “I was just talking to Y/n and she told me all about your double life.”

“She what?” Peter asked as he began to panic.

“Yeah. I can’t believe you were able to keep it hidden this long. I’m almost impressed.” Flash said as he folded his arms. Peter grabbed him by the shirt and pressed him up against the lockers as Flash gasped.

“Woah, woah, woah. Take me to dinner first, jeez.” Flash said as Peter loosened his grip.

“What do you know?” Peter said through gritted teeth.

“Not much. Just that you’re not the man I thought you were.” Flash winked.

“What?” Peter flushed with rage.

“You know what I’m talking about.” Flash said before blowing him a kiss. “Bye!”

Peter watched him leave as a nervous anger settled in his stomach. He didn’t know Flash was talking about something entirely different. He assumed you told him about his Spider-Man secret and he was furious with you.

After school, Peter walked to your apartment and used his spare key. He found you in your room and wasted no time in letting you have it.

“What did you tell Flash?” Peter demanded as he slammed the door behind him. You were someone who hated being yelled at, so you were immediately annoyed with Peter’s behavior.

“Woah.” You scoffed. “Nice to see you too.”

“Why did Flash tell me I wasn’t he man he thought I was?” Peter continued. “Did you tell him I was Spiderman?”

“Excuse me?” You stood up angrily. “You can’t just barge in here, yelling at me and accusing me of exposing your secret.”

“I can when you told the worst person we know something I trusted you with.” Peter snapped. “Did you seriously tell him I was Spiderman?”

“Yes, Peter. I told Flash your biggest secret.” You said sarcastically. “I went straight up to him and said, “hey, want to hear some information my boyfriend specifically trusted me to keep?” Then I made rode off in his porch and we made love under the stars. Oh, and we’re writing a cookbook together. It’s called “I Didn’t tell Flash Your Fucking Secret”. You can preorder now.”

“Real funny.” Peter seethed. “If you didn’t tell him, then why did he say you told him my secret? Why was he impressed that I had hidden it for so long?”

“Because I told him…” Your shouting trailed off when you realized what you told Flash was much worse.

“Told him what?” Peter asked angrily.

“Nothing. I didn’t tell him anything. Just calm down.” You rolled your eyes and flopped back on the bed.

“I am calm.” He yelled. “You have to tell me what you said to him.”

“No I don’t.” You said simply. “I have the right to remain silent. I don’t have to tell you shit.”

“If you didn’t tell him I was Spiderman then what could you have possibly told him?” Peter whined as he sat next to you. He was smart enough to know yelling at you would just make you more defensive.

“I don’t want to tell you.” You said quietly.

“Why?”

“It’s embarrassing.” You whined as you covered your face.

“So is your outfit.” Peter shrugged. You uncovered your face to narrow your eyes at him.

“Fucker.” You grumbled.

“Just tell me.” Peter groaned. “Or I’ll shit the bed next time we cuddle.”

“I need you to take a step back from this conversation and think about what you just said to me.” You said seriously.

“I’ll do it.” He threatened.

“Fine. I told him you were…” You mumbled the end of the sentence so even with his super hearing, he couldn’t hear you.

“What?”

“I told him you were really good at sex.” You reluctantly confessed. “I told him all the dirty little secrets of our sex life and that’s what he was talking about when he came up to you. I didn’t tell him anything about spiderman. I cannot believe you think I’d do that to you.”

“You…wait, what?” Peter stuttered as his face went bright red. “What?!”

“Don’t make me repeat it.” You pleaded.

“How did you tell him about our sex life if we never...” Peter’s sentence tapered off like it usually did when it came to talking about something real.

“Fucked?” You raised an unamused eyebrow. If he couldn’t even say the word, you wondered how he’d ever do the action.

“Yeah.” He gulped. “That.”

“I don’t know. I made stuff up.” You shrugged. “I told him we had sex all the time and that you were super good at it. And that, you know, you have a monster cock.” You mumbled the last part out of embarrassment.

“A what?” Peter sputtered. “A fucking what?”

“I was hyping you up.” You defended yourself. “And it’s not like I can’t feel it when we spoon.”

Peter flushed again and rubbed his face.

“Why were you telling him any of this?” He asked wearily.

“Because.” You mumbled, not wanting to tell Peter why the topic ever came up.

“Because why?” He pressed.

“Because he was saying you’d never be able to please me and you were too inexperienced to try anything so I put him in his place.” You explained. “I’m the only one who can make fun of you like that. Not him.”

Peter looked at you with sad eyes as the weight of your words hit him.

“Is that what you think?” He worried. “That I couldn’t please you?”

“What? No, Pete.” You shook your head. “I don’t think that. That’s just what Flash was saying. You know how he is.”

“But he’s right.” Peter gulped. “I am inexperienced. You were my first kiss. I’d have no idea how to...you know.”

“That’s okay.” You assured him. “I don’t expect anything from you.”

That didn’t sit well with Peter. Instead of cheering him up, it made him feel worse.

“Have you had sex before?” He asked quietly. You blinked a few times, knowing your answer would only make the situation worse.

“Yeah.” You nodded stiffly. “I have.”

“Shit.” Peter whispered as he looked down. You noticed he was clenching and unclenching his fist, something he did when he was anxious.

“Peter, I’m sorry.” You got off the bed and put your hands on his face. “I didn’t mean to make you feel insecure. We can just drop this. It doesn’t matter.”

“You feel the same way, don’t you?” Peter frowned with glassy eyes. “You agree with what Flash said so you overcompensated on my behalf. That’s why you told him all those things.”

“Pete, I don’t give a fuck what Flash says.” You told him. “I never have. I was just trying to shut him up.”

“You just told me you don’t expect anything from me.” He said as he moved away from you. “You don’t think I could please you, do you? You think I’m too innocent and inexperienced.”

“Well, you are innocent and inexperienced.” You said calmly. “But that’s not a bad thing. We love each other, okay? And when we’re ready to take the next step, we will.”

Peter sucked in a sharp breath and bit his bottom lip, telling you he was fighting back tears. You put one hand on his shoulder and one on his face in an attempt to comfort him.

“Hey.” You said soothingly. “What’s wrong?”

“First you tell me you wanted to sleep with Bucky, and now I find out you’re telling Flash about our ridiculous make believe sex life because you were too embarrassed to tell him we don’t have one.” Peter said sadly.

“What do those two things have to do with the other?”

“I can’t compete!” Peter exclaimed. “Flash is probably right. I probably can’t please you. I’m just…I’m just a virgin who can’t drive.”

“It’s okay.” You chuckled. “I knew both of those things before I started dating you.”

You only made the situation worse by saying this. The confidence had been knocked right out of Peter and it showed. He was visible shaken over the conversation and you wished it never started.

“Pete.” You sighed. “You don’t have to get upset about this. It’s just a stupid thing Flash said.”

“A stupid thing Flash said that you’re worried is true.” Peter stated. You opened your mouth but quickly shut it when you realized he was right. As much as you hated to admit it, Flash had gotten in your head.

“I’m not worried.” You said weakly.

“I can smell when you’re lying.” Peter said as he glared at you.

“That’s not fair.” You groaned. “Don’t sniff out my emotions.”

“It’s not just your emotions. It’s what you’re saying.” Peter protested. “You were too ashamed to tell him we haven’t had sex yet, weren’t you? And now you think what he said was right.”

“I’m not ashamed. But, I mean, it’s not like you ever try anything.” You shrugged. “We make out and then you take a cold shower and put on a movie. I’m not trying to push you before you’re ready, but Jesus Peter. You can’t even say the word “fuck”. You could barely say “horny” a month ago. They’re just words. You don’t have to be scared of them.”

“I’m not scared. I was trying to be a gentleman. But apparently, that’s not good enough for you.” He shot back.

“Are you mad at me? Is this a fight?” You honestly wondered. You didn’t expect him to react the way he was and it was throwing you off. You’d gotten into plenty of arguments before, but never like this. You were a couple now and the stakes were much higher.

“I don’t know how I feel right now. I know this conversation made me feel really bad, though.” He answered. Your eyes softened for a moment before your anger returned.

“What’s your problem? You should be thanking me.” You insisted. “Flash is probably telling the whole school how great you are in bed. Why are you so upset?”

“I’m upset because my girlfriend thinks I can’t fuck her.” Peter gravely as he stared you in the eyes. You uncrossed your arms and blinked a few times, surprised that he finally said it.

“Yeah.” He stated as he got ready to leave. “I can say the word.”

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Frat Boy- l.r.h.

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I sighed while thumbing through the stack of papers on the desk that were waiting to be completed. I was currently working on physics- my worst subject. As soon as I began to work, a crowd of voices entered the room. Turning around, I encountered my sorority sisters who were all laughing. Yeah, I’m a sorority girl. We’re all apart of Alpha Phi, the hot girls who did well in their classes, but didn’t choose the big majors, and we partied... a lot. Which is exactly why I’m having trouble with my subjects, because I had gone to class hungover from the Frat party we went to last week.

“I heard there’s a Frat party tonight.” One of the girls, Leah, said to the group. I instantly stopped writing and listened in on the conversation.

“Yeah, isn’t it at Alpha Delta?” Another girl asked. My heart instantly dropped. There had been one of the frat boys that shared nearly every class with me, which was another reason I hadn’t been able to get all of my work done. He was the most attractive person I had ever seen, and I couldn’t concentrate around him.

Checking the time, I silently cursed to myself. My last class of the day started in nearly 15 minutes, which also happens to be one of the classes I share with the Adonis. I shoved my earbuds in my ears and gathered my textbooks before exiting the house. I hurried across campus to the correct building, just when the door swung open, knocking me back and causing the books to drop from my arms to the ground. Stumbling, I tore the earbuds from my ears and went to yell at the person who was in such a hurry to leave the building but came up speechless as my eyes met the blue ones of the special frat boy, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about.

“(y/n)?” He spoke causing my mouth to run dry. My heartbeat harshly in my chest as I stared at him.

“H-How do you know my name?” I asked finally after moments of silence.

“We have pretty much every class together, you know?” I nodded, still allowing my eyes to bore into his. “And I see you at all the parties.”

“Yeah, my sorority sisters make me go.”

“Ah, not a partier then?”

I shrug. “Depends on my mood, I guess.” He smiles at my response before crouching down to gather my textbooks.

“Well, then I hope I can put you in the mood to come to my frat’s party tonight?”

“We’ll see,” I say with a smirk, finally gaining my confidence back.

“We will.” He replies, smiling back at me. He stood back up and extended his arms that held my books in them. I pulled them into my chest and watched as he opened the door for me to enter. I decided to sit myself in the middle row so I didn’t drag too much attention to myself, but just enough so that the professor will think I’m listening enough to not call on me.

The door of the classroom opened again, and a loud laugh followed. There, entering the building was Calum Hood. Another frat boy, who was also part of the same frat as the pretty blonde boy across the room. They walked up to one another, joking around and shoving one another in the isle of seats. I was pushed out of my daze by a hand squeezing my upper arm.

“See something you like- or should I say someone?” I turned around and met the mischievous eyes of Ashton Irwin, my sorority sister Leah’s, boyfriend.

“Shut the hell up.” I grumbled.

“I hear his frat is having a party tonight.”

I nod, gulping at the thought. “Yeah, they are. What’s it to you?”

“Leah told me. She also told me that you have the hots for-” Before he could say anything further, I cupped a hand over his mouth.

“I swear, if you ruin this-” I was cut off by him licking the palm of my hand causing me to move it away from him. “You’re disgusting.”

“Not as disgusting as the sex you’re-”

“What about sex?” A perky voice questioned while plopping in the seat beside me. I groaned, turning to who I already knew was Michael.

“You guys are going to ruin this for me.”

“Ruin what exactly?” Mikey asked. Ashton nodded his head over at the blonde who was talking to Calum.

“Miss (y/n) has a crush on our boy Luke.” I let my head fall into my hands and sighed.

“I don’t have a crush on him. I just- think he’d look good like... I don’t know. In my bed?”

Mikey laughed. “And your car, and in the shower-”

“Okay, okay. Can you guys please stop giving me shit?” I begged.

“Alright, students!” A loud voice boomed through the room. We all stopped our conversations and faced the professor. “Today, we’re learning about the reproductive system!” Ah, right, anatomy. Of course, it had to be today that we learned how the penis ejaculates.

I ran my fingers through my now curled (h/c) hair as I stared at my makeup that Leah had done for me. She sat back with her arms crossed and a smirk spread across her face. “Well, don’t you look hotter than before.”

I laughed, “thanks. I’m fucking nervous.”

“Babe, Luke won’t be able to control himself. You know how he is.” I sighed. Yeah, Luke was the type to get around on campus. That’s why I hated myself for having growing feelings for the guy. I usually avoided going to the same parties as him, but I couldn’t avoid the sexual tension for long. I used to tutor him, our sophomore year, it took everything in me not to drop on my knees. He had me weak every time I saw him. Everyone could see it, hell, I think he could too.

“You really think so?”

“Have you not heard the things he’s said about you?” I shook my head. “Well, maybe if you didn’t have your earbuds in your ears all the damn time, you’d know.”

I blushed at her words and stood up, finally ready. I had fishnet tights over my legs along with a tight black dress that stopped barely midthigh. Platform heels decorated my feet and strapped up my ankles. Along with it all, I decided against any sort of undergarments in hopes that I’d get lucky with a specific hot blonde.

“Alright, I’m ready.” Leah grinned and dragged me out the door. We walked for a few minutes along the sidewalk in the cool October air until we finally met with the huge fraternity. They had a huge sheet with spray painted Greek lettering on it in order to stick out to everyone attending the party. The sun had already set and people were walking up the path to the double doors of the house. Ashton was waiting, leaning against one of the pillars of the house while chatting with Michael and Calum. I gulped, squeezing the arm of Leah who gave me a reassuring look.

“You’ll be fine, just go in and take a few shots.” I nodded and followed her up to the boys.

“Ah, you actually came!” Calum cheered while staring at me.

“Me?” I asked.

“Yeah, Luke said he invited you.” He said with a grin. “You look good, by the way.” And with that, he walked inside. Leah looked over at me and smirked.

“I told you they think you’re hot.” She says while elbowing my side. I giggled and rolled my eyes.

“Alright, Mikey. Come in and take some shots with me.”

“You convinced me. Let’s go.”

We walked inside and were instantly met with the dank smell of weed and booze. I took a deep breath in order to get used to the smell and looked around. I seemed to be one of very few girls who decided to dress like this for a party, but I didn’t mind. Eyes trailed behind me as I walked, and I loved it. One of the many perks of being apart of Alpha Phi.

“Damn, (y/n), you’re like a fucking celebrity.” Mikey joked while nudging me. I finally reached the alcohol and poured us each a shot of some Pink Whitney. We clinked our glasses together and threw our heads back, letting the harsh liquid flow down our throats. I clenched my eyes together, shaking my head.

“Alright, another one.” Mikey grabbed the bottle, laughing at my words as he poured the alcohol into the small glass. With another tilt of my head, my second shot was down then a third and a fourth only minutes later.

“(y/n)?” I turned around towards the voice and met with Luke who stood there with an unopened beer in his hand.

“And that’s my queue to leave.” Mikey said while walking away.

“I came.” I told him while gesturing to myself.

“Yeah, you look hot.” He compliments, eyeing my form a few times to take in my appearance.

I swallowed my pride and smiled at him, “so do you.”

Luke seemed to think for a second before speaking. “Do you want to grab a beer and go out on the balcony with me?” He asked, shocking me.

“I, uh, yeah. Sure.” Bending down into the cooler, I felt his eyes on me the entire time. I smirked, wrapping my hands around a cold can and stood back up. He reached out to grab my hand and lead me through the large crowd of people up the stairs. There were a few straggling drunks in the hallway of the second story, but no one that was watching as he took me out the double doors of the balcony. I cracked open the can and sipped on the beer nervously, waiting to see what his plan was.

“So, is this the part where you kill me?” I joke while watching as he popped his can open as well.

“Actually, it’s the part where I tell you what I want to do to you.”

“Wait, what?”

“I said, I just wanted to talk.” What the fuck am I thinking? Nodding, I allowed him to go on. “I wanted to hang out with you alone, but a party is fine too.”

“Mhm,” I mumble against the cold can of beer against my lips. Luke seemed to let his eyes trail down my legs covered in the lacey material before throwing his head back.

“Fuck the small talk.”

“What do you-“ Before I could finish my sentence, he had taken three intimidating steps towards me and cupped my cheek in his hand, pressing his lips against mine. My heartbeat sped up, and my stomach flipped as well. I didn’t hesitate to let my free hand tangle in the back of his hair, pulling at the ends. He groaned against my lips before eventually pulling away. Looking down into my eyes, he searched them for some sort of reaction. I blinked innocently up at the frat boy and smiled.

“I can’t get your gorgeous face out of my head, (y/n).”

“Thank god.” He cocked his head in confusion, so I elaborated. I took a few chugs of my beer before finishing it and tossing the can to the ground. “I really, really want you.”

“I’m going to fucking ruin you.” He nearly growls under his breath before grabbing my wrist and taking me back inside to what I’m assuming is his bedroom. Without another word, he closed and locked the door behind me before pressing me against it. I gasped with surprise but felt nothing but pleasure as he lifted me up by my thighs and carried me over to the bed. I plopped down onto the mattress and watched as he tore his shirt from his body and discarded it to the side.

Luke curled his fingers around the edge of my dress and pulled it up over my waist. I stared at him to get his reaction when he notices- “You’re not wearing any… Did you expect this to happen?” He questioned with a laugh.

I nodded, bringing my bottom lip between my teeth. “I hoped it would.”

“With me?” I nodded again. His eyes flickered down to my womanhood before starting to pull down my tights. One they were down my legs, he looked back up at me and put two fingers between his lips, letting his spit drench them before inserting them inside of me. I jerked upwards, leaning up on my elbows as my mouth fell open in an ‘o.’ “You like that?”

“Mhm, yeah.” I moaned causing him to thrust them in and out of me. I allowed myself to relax as I grew wetter by the second. After a few seconds, he added his mouth which only made me moan louder. His tongue flattened against my clit, circling around it in a pattern that drew me close to the edge. He was amazing with his mouth. “L-Luke, please.” I begged, but he didn’t stop. Although I wanted to cum around him, I couldn’t help it. He wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked while curling his fingers inside of me. My chest heaved up and down as my thighs attempted to clench together while my climax approached. He used his free hand to keep my legs from closing and felt as they shook at his touch. “Fuck!” I screamed out. He chuckled against me before sitting up and pushing me farther on the bed. With quick hands, he pulled my dress over my head and stared at my chest.

“No bra either?” I smiled cheekily up at him before his hands came down and groped my breasts. I reached down and unbuttoned his jeans before sliding them down his legs revealing his name brand boxers. I nearly drooled at the size of the bulge before palming him through the thin material. Carefully, I pulled his member out and pumped him a few times. “God, your hands feel so good.”

“I bet my mouth would feel better.” I say confidently. He looked at me with his eyebrows raised as I switched my position so that I was sitting up. I parted my lips enough to allow him to slide in my mouth. I dragged my lips down to his shaft, my nose brushing against the happy trail against his navel. Groaning, Luke tangled his hand in my hair, pushing my head down slightly. The tip brushed the back of my throat, allowing for more spit to lubricate his member. I pulled off him and looked up.

“I know what would feel even better.” Luke says before pushing my shoulders back against the bed, pinning me underneath him. Spreading my legs, I waited for him to slide past my entrance and let an erotic moan erupt from my throat as he did. “Yeah, much better.”

“Please,” I whined.

“Please what?” Luke smirked. He knew what he was doing.

“Please fuck me, Luke. I need you so bad.” And with that, he slammed himself in me all the way. Our moans filled the room as well as the sound of skin slapping together. I lifted one of my legs up and rested it on his shoulder as he pounded in and out of me. My back arched against the mattress as my nails scratched the skin on his back, clearly leaving marks. Without warning, he pulled out of me.

“If I go any longer, I’ll bust so hang on.” I laughed at his words and waited for him to grab a condom. Once he did, he slid it over him and lined himself back up with my entrance. Grabbing the backs of my thighs, he held onto them as he began to slam himself in and out of me constantly, and roughly. I reached a hang down between my legs and rubbed at my clit to get myself closer to the edge, knowing he was close as well.

“Fuck, you’re so big.” I whimper. Luke chuckles and spreads my legs even wider, hiking them over his shoulders before leaning down against me. His lips latched onto mine, getting me closer to my orgasm. My body begins to shake as I reach my second climax of the night, feeling him twitch inside me as he reaches his as well.

“Good fucking girl.” Luke growled, watching me writhe beneath him. I breathed out, finally able to catch my breath and looked at the blonde through tired eyes.

“I thought you were good in bed, but not that good.” I admitted causing him to chuckle.

“Glad to meet your expectations.” After throwing away the condom, he pulled his pants back over his legs and tossed me a clean shirt that was neatly folded on the nightstand. I looked at him with confusion.

“What’s this for?”

“Yeah, you’re not going anywhere tonight- or for a while.”

Laughing, I slid the shirt over my head so that it draped over my bare torso. “So, that means what exactly?”

“I’m gonna make you mine, whether you like it or not.”

“Not complaining.”

#luke hemmings smut #luke hemmings #luke hemmings imagines #luke 5sos #5sos smut

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flosbelova · 3 years

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Mine

Florence Pugh x Actress!Reader

summary: You’re a lead actress in a movie and one of your male co-stars keeps on flirting with you. You tell your girlfriend, Florence, about it and she insists on showing him who you belong to.

warnings: implied sexual themes (?)

word count: 1.6k+

After auditioning for countless roles, you were finally called back by one and was offered the lead role. You and Florence screamed at the top of your lungs and celebrated after hearing the news from your agent.

It’s your first day of rehearsals and you’re finally getting to meet your co-stars. Your co-star, Ryan, was given the male lead. He’s a tall guy and pretty muscular. His jawline was sharp and had a pointed chin. His smile was one of the nicest smiles you’ve ever seen. However, all of his nice physical features went away as he came up to you.

“Hey, I’m Ryan, you must be Y/n. I’ll be playing one of your love interests,” he says, his arm rubbing against yours.

Your body instinctively moved away from him. You forced a smile.

“Hi, nice to meet you,” you managed to say.

“Um, so after rehearsals,” he says, putting an arm around your shoulder, “do you wanna grab a drink?” he smiles.

You take a deep breath. “No thank you, I have a girlfriend,” you say as you take his arm off your shoulders.

“Well, what she doesn’t know won’t kill her,” he says, trying to touch you again.

You caught his hand. “Dude, I already told you ‘no.’”

“Is everything alright here?” One of your female co-stars asked.

You dropped Ryan’s hand and smiled. “Yes, everything’s fine.”

“Um, alright. The director wanted us to start rehearsals.”

“Alright, let me walk with you,” you say walking after her. As you catch up to her, you whisper a quick “thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she whispers back.

Finally after a long day of rehearsals, you’re back home.

“Y/N!” Florence exclaims, “you’re back! I made pizza!”

The sound of excitement coming from your girlfriend should have been enough to calm you down, but this time it wasn’t. You were so uncomfortable from your day that you had no energy left for your favorite girl.

Sitting on your couch, staring at the blank TV, your girlfriend nudges you. You didn’t bother to look at her. You wanted to be alone.

Florence takes a deep breath. “Okay, I guess we’re having dinner in the living room,” she says to herself as she places the tray of pizza on the coffee table. She grabs you a slice of pizza and hands it to you.

“I’m not hungry,” you say, pushing away the plate.

Florence takes another deep breath. “Alright, do you want anything to drink?”

“No. I don’t want anything,” your voice rose. “Please leave me alone!”

Florence flinched as you yelled at her. Her eyebrows furrowed and her frown was visible.

“Y/n, please, calm down. Talk to me,” she says in a calming tone.

“I just told you I don’t want to talk!” You utter loudly. Out of annoyance, you get up and go into your shared bedroom, slamming the door behind you.

Florence cleaned up the living room and put the pizza inside the refrigerator. She wiped her hands on her apron and took it off. She sniffled and wiped the tears that she didn’t even realize was there. She went towards the bedroom door and hesitated on opening it. Instead, she knocked.

“Y/n, I’m going in. This is my room too,” she says, opening the door.

You take a deep breath. You were laying on your side, facing away from her. You felt the bed dip behind you as your girlfriend crawled onto bed. Florence wrapped arms around you.

“I’m not leaving you alone until you tell me what’s going on.”

You sigh and sit up on the bed. “Fine.”

You proceed to tell Florence about your unfortunate, eventful day on set. You told her about Ryan and how he kept coming up to you, flirting with you, and finding reasons to touch you. And you mentioned the fact that he even tried asking you out.

Of course, Florence was heated. Her frown was visible, her eyebrows furrowed, and her ears were red. She shared your anger. And she felt threatened. How Ryan dares to take her girlfriend from her. Florence came up with a solution.

“I’m coming with you to set tomorrow,” she says, taking a deep breath.

“What? No. It would make things worse,” you protest.

“It won’t. I promise you. I need to have a chat with him,” she says sternly.

Florence is the type of person who will stand her ground and stand up for the people she loves. She also hates it when people try to take her favorite person away from her.

“I don’t want him trying to take you away from me,” Florence confesses.

“Honey, I promise you, no one can ever take me away from you,” you reassure her.

You lean in and press a soft kiss against her lips. She kisses back, this time with more passion. She slips her tongue inside your mouth and explores, tasting every bit of you. You pull away to catch your breath and Florence straddles your lap. Holding your face in her hands, she looks at you, admiring you and thinks about how lucky she is to have you.

“What?” you ask as you look into her green eyes.

“Nothing, I’m just admiring my beautiful girlfriend,” her smile growing bigger, “and how lucky I am to have her.” She plants a soft kiss on your lips and rests her forehead against yours.

“I should be the one saying that,” you respond. “I’m very lucky to have you, Flo.”

“Well, let me show you how lucky you are to have me,” Florence says as she lays you on your back.

The next day came quickly. Florence came with you to set as she said she would. She held your hand as you walked towards craft service. And to your luck, Ryan was there. When Ryan saw you, he smiled, but it quickly disappeared as he saw Florence kissing you on your cheek.

As you and Florence sit in your chairs, ready to eat, Ryan comes up to the both of you.

“Hi, Y/n!” He greets you with a big smile. “Hi, I’m Ryan, I’m a BIG fan!” He exclaims to Florence.

You look at Florence and she forces a smile and greets him. “Hi Ryan, Y/n here has told me a lot about you,” she says, her smile slowly disappearing.

Ryan chuckles nervously, “All good, I hope.”

Florence fakes a laugh. “Um, if you don’t mind, Y/n and I are trying to eat our meal before her day begins.”

“Oh, yeah, of course. I understand. It was so nice meeting you, and Y/n, I’ll see you on set.”

As Ryan walks away, Florence turns to look at you. “Wow, that’s a disappointment.”

You nod in agreement.

“Alright, my love. I’ll be here. Break a leg!” Florence says to you as the director calls you to your spot. You give Florence a quick kiss, and run to your place.

Shooting went on smoothly. To your surprise, Ryan seemed to have backed off. It was a nice feeling and you were able to get through your day without having to worry if Ryan was gonna come up to you and flirt with you in between scenes.

The day came to an end very quickly as the director wrapped filming for the day. Florence was nowhere to be found, so you checked your phone.

I had to go to the restroom. I’ll be out in a sec.

“Y/n!” Ryan calls out, “Can I talk to you?”

You sigh and think to yourself, “my day was going so well.”

“Hey, uh, I didn’t know that Florence Pugh was your girlfriend,” he says.

“Yes, is there a problem with that?” you tilt your head.

“No, I just didn’t realize she would date someone as boring as you,” he laughs.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Florence says from behind him, making him turn.

“I said, I can’t believe that you would date someone as boring as Y/n,” He repeats. “Why don’t you break up with her? I could show you a good time.”

Florence looked like she was about to punch him. She would if she could, but it would only make things so much worse.

“I don’t think your penis will be enough to satisfy me,” she begins, “besides, Y/n already showed me a 'good time,’” she says, grabbing your hand.

“Oh yeah?” he scoffs. “When?”

Florence smiles and looks at you, then looks back at Ryan. “Last night,” Florence looks back at you and licks her lips. She leans in to kiss you and turns your body around so that it faces hers. As Florence kisses you, she opens her eyes and looks straight into Ryan’s eyes. As you both pull away, Florence looks at you and back at Ryan.

You turn around and see Ryan bright red.

Florence lets go of you and walks towards Ryan. “Now, I better not hear another complaint from Y/n about you ever again or else I’m getting you fired.”

Ryan looks defeated and nods. “I’m sorry Y/n,” he says.

You flip him off as you and Florence walk away.

“Thank God I don’t end up with his character,” you say, earning a chuckle from Florence.

As you get to your car, you reach to open the door for Florence but she stops you. Instead she pins you under her. You wrap your arms around her waist as she wraps her arms around your neck.

“You’re mine and mine only,” she says.

“I’m forever yours, Flo,” you respond.

You kiss her softly. She kisses back and runs her fingers through your hair. Florence deepens her kiss as if she’s hungry for more of you. Your bottom lip is caught in between her teeth and you slip a soft moan. This causes Florence to pull away. Catching your breaths, she looks at you with a smirk on her face.

“Let’s go home. I wanna show you a good time.”

The End

#florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #florence pugh imagine #florence pugh fanfic #yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #fan fiction #wlw

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mommy-imagines · 3 years

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Pretty Boy - part. 1

Content: Sub!Atsumu. Corruption Kink. Dacryphilia. Small Penis. Premature Ejaculation. Pegging. Slight Feminization. Praise Kink. Mommy Kink. MILF. Sugar Mommy. Mentions of Atsumu in Lingerie. Aftercare.

Words: 2.994

Dedicated to @tobios-housewife for making me fall in love with baby 'Tsumu!

The two of them met at a fundraiser. Atsumu had to attend because the Jackals were required to make an appearance, it was good for their image, their PR had said. She had attended because it was her company, the one responsible for the whole event and, as CEO, her presence was the most expected of the evening.

So they had talked; Atsumu, at first, felt smug at being the one to catch the undivided attention of the older woman who, clearly, was a very important and very influential person. As the evening went on however, that feeling slowly gave way to awe; She had people coming over to her table at all times, asking for a moment of her time or, perhaps, a dance; She never even glanced in their direction, eyes firmly planted on the tall blond in front of her, paying attention to his every word, asking questions about his life and it left Atsumu feeling, for the first time in a long time, like what he had to say mattered. Her face never got that patronizing expression that he had gotten used to being on the receiving end of. She didn’t look at him like he was dumb or in over his head. She listened to him.

She could tell from the moment that the volleyball player started to talk that he was making an effort. He had a lazy grin in place and big, round eyes. Still, as he talked she could pick up on the fact that he seemed to be holding back, as if being afraid that if he rambled a little bit, she would cut the conversation short. But she never did that and, slowly, the boy in front of her, because even if he was in his mid-twenties, to her - who was ten years older than him, he was still a boy - Atsumu, the real Atsumu, made an appearance. And it was as endearing as it was hot. He reminded her of an excited little boy, mouth running a mile a minute with the most interesting topics.

The evening ended with the two of them stumbling inside her Estate. She caught the slack-jawed expression of disbelieving that crossed his face as he took in the imported rugs and curtains, the dramatic chandeliers and expensive, exclusive art on the walls. It brought a smirk to her face.

She guided him to her bedroom, refrained from offering him a drink to prevent him from being unable to discern the following events, “Come here,” She called him softly when he seemed to be rooted to the spot near the large window overlooking the grounds. Atsumu went. She discarded his bowtie, as well as his jacket, his crisp white shirt and his slacks, until he was standing in front of her in nothing but plain black underwear. As she assessed his strong thighs and round butt, she had the passing thought that he would look breathtaking in silk pink panties, maybe the ones with white ruffles. Her hand reached for his cheek, not a hint of a stubble, she leaned forward and kissed him firmly on the lips, “Are you going to be a good boy for me tonight, Atsumu?” She asked, voice a mere whisper against his lips.

She waited one, two, three seconds, and then he was nodding quickly. She chuckled lowly, and looked up at him. In her high heeled stilettos she was almost at eye level with him and she planned on keeping it that way. It didn’t escape her notice and neither did it escape Atsumu, the power dynamic of him being practically naked while she was still fully dressed, decked in couture and priceless diamonds, “Alright then, baby,” She almost purred, the endearment falling from her lips easily, it was the perfect fit for the blonde in front of her. For as tall and muscled as he was, the way he looked at her, eyes glazed and cheeks flushed from the faintest touch, as if seeking guidance, a steady hand and discipline. She was going to have so much fun with him, “Lay down on the bed.” She instructed and he went, fucking obedient, looking up at her as if saying ‘See? I did as you told me to. I’m behaving’.

She walked slowly to the foot of the bed, deftly unzipped her red dress and let it pool at her feet. She felt a rush as she took notice of his audible gulp and low swear under his breath as he took in her half-naked body. She let him bask on the view for a few seconds, her black, lace and silk lingerie doing very little to conceal her lean curves. She kneeled on the bed, leaning over him, straddling his hips, they bucked up to meet her as she settled over him and she chuckled once more.

She noticed that his black underwear was wet underneath her. She kissed him languidly, taking her time on taking him apart. When she heard his low whine, and felt his hips thrusting up against her again, she knew that she had him exactly where she wanted him to be. She separated their lips and kissed a path along his cheek until she reached his ear, “Baby,” She breathed, hot and heavy, “Have you ever been fucked?” She asked and she felt his body locking below her as he became perfectly still. She lifted her face to look down at him, his eyes were wide and he seemed at a loss. She offered him a gentle smile, “I bet you’d look so pretty all stretched out around my cock, mhm?” She murmured, voice alluring. Her hand drifted down his defined torso, she was close to reaching his cock when he suddenly grasped her wrist, “Wait!”

She was confused, “Is everything alright?” Atsumu looked up at her, eyes big and scared and tearful. She frowned harder, “Baby, do you want to stop? We can stop if you’re not comfortable,” She was faced with him sharply shaking his head.

“I don’t want to stop,” He told her, but his voice was small, “But you might once you see that,” He pointed shamefully down at his crotch and it took a moment for her to fully comprehend the meaning behind his words. Her eyes widened just a tad as she assessed his underwear and, sure enough, the front had a large wet spot to it, but no bulge at all. She inwardly smirked at full force, could this boy be any more perfect?

She pressed her hand firmly over his tiny bulge before sneaking well manicured fingers under his underwear, hand meeting hot, delicate flesh. Two of her fingers were enough to wrap around it entirely and she leaned down to nip his bottom lip. Atsumu moaned prettily at her, “Such a perfect boy, aren’t you? A pretty boy, with a pretty little cock to match him,” She mumbled against his lips and Atsumu whimpered, “What do you say, baby? Will you be my perfect boy and let me fuck you tonight?” She posed it as a question.

It took him a few seconds, gentle coaxing and lewd strokes of her fingers, but finally he gave her an answer, “I want to- ah” He stopped short when she gave a particularly hard tug, “Want to be yer good boy,” He gasped, she was delighted to see the heavy blush high on his cheeks.

It was her favorite part of these types of encounters. The clear embarrassment was plain as day once they gave up on fighting the urge to submit to her. Granted, Atsumu gave in quickly and she rewarded him with a long kiss. She had a feeling that Atsumu was the kind of boy who needed reassurance. She usually wasn’t such a gentle dom, usually she never excused attitude and had little patience for hesitance and green subs. But something about Atsumu made her not mind a single bit to let her nurturing side come out to play. It had been years since the last time a sub had made her feel such urges.

“Alright, good boy; I’m proud of you for using your words,” She told him and could see him preening at the praise. She stretched out to the bedside table and came back with a bottle of lube. With one last kiss to his mouth and a stroke of his bleached locks, she kissed a path down his abdomen, relishing on the well defined muscles. Her nails scratched lightly down his sides and she gave a playful little bite to the sharp corner of his hipbone as she prepared to lower his underwear. She looked up at him and he seemed nervous, she kept her eyes locked with his hazel ones as she undressed him from his last piece of clothing. If anything, his blush intensified as he closely observed her taking everything in. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the base of his little cock, it couldn’t be more than two inches long. His hips stuttered again, “Such a pretty little cock my baby has,” She told him again, fingers already slick with lube and circling his hole, “But then again, maybe cock is not the right word to describe it, don’t you think?” Her voice turned teasing, but not much. His eyes were watching her keenly, “Relax, baby,” She murmured when she felt his body turning stiff, he took a breath and only then did she manage to enter him, her finger reaching deep inside him and coming back out, she kept the motion until she was up to three fingers and curling them just enough to touch that spot inside of him that made him moan loudly.

She looked at his crotch again, there was a pool of precum on his stomach already. She was hit with the realization that he would most likely cum at any moment now and smirked again, this boy was truly something else, “Are you going to cum already, baby?” She asked as she curled her fingers again, he whimpered, “It’s alright if you do, you know? Some boys just can’t control themselves with things like that,” She took it a step further than she usually did in first encounters, “That’s why little boys have their Mommies to take care of them, isn’t that right?” She cooed at him as her lips met his. Atsumu’s eyes were wide again, but she caught the way that his pupils dilated that much more. “Maybe you need Mommy to help you? Maybe if Mommy touched your little clit,” She proposed and her fingers stroked his slit as she would stroke a clit.

Atsumu moaned lowly, “If you want to make cummies, you have to say the right words, baby,” She advised and saw his resolve crumbling.

“Please,” He said and she quirked an eyebrow, fingers massaging his prostate and the head of his tiny cock simultaneously, he inhaled sharply, “Please, Mommy,” His voice was rushed, “I need Mommy to help me,”

“What do you need Mommy to do? How can Mommy help you?” She prodded.

Atsumu’s face was bright red and his hair was sticking to his forehead, “Need Mommy to touch my-” He cut off suddenly, as if saying those last few words was his limit. She knew better, though. She leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth, jabbed her fingers sharply against his prostate, “My little clit;” He gasped, “Need Mommy to touch my little clit so I can make cummies,”

Well, how could she deny such a pretty request? She stroked him until he came, and as he came down from his high, she got up from the bed, coming back with her strap already fastened around her hips, “Are you ready?” She asked him and he breathed heavily as he nodded at her, his eyes had a look of pure, unadulterated trust. It made something inside of her clench, not painfully, oddly enough.

She kneeled on the bed, brought close a pillow and slid it under his hips, she reached to his right leg and wrapped it around her waist. She leaned down until her lips were hovering over his own and just as she kissed him, she entered him in one quick and sharp thrust.

She swallowed the pretty sounds that he made - Airy moans and aborted whimpers. Her hands caressed his shoulders and down his biceps until she reached his wrists, bringing them up over his head and crossing them, holding them there with a firm hand. Her lips kissed down his cheeks, wet with his tears and that made her release a moan of her own, her hips snapping faster inside of him, grateful beyond words for the strap she chose to wear being double ended. She kissed his tears away, one hand holding his wrists firmly above his head and the other roaming his torso, “Such a good boy, fuck-” She panted as she noticed his hips moving to meet her thrusts, “Such a pretty boy, too; So pretty getting fucked, aren’t you?”

She was surprised to get an answer, “Thank you, Mommy,” He gasped as an answer. Somehow, in the middle of getting fucked, Atsumu Miya found it in himself a way to sound bashful. She smiled down at him, hips slowing before snapping harder than before.

“And a polite boy, too,” Her hips moved sharply, hitting his spot with every other thrust, she was on the verge of tumbling over the edge when his body arched up to meet hers.

“Mommy, can I-” His phrase was interrupted when he moaned deep inside his throat, “Can I cum? Please?”

She had to force herself to have some fucking restraint. Who the fucking hell was this boy? Subbing for the first time, as far as she could tell. Thanking her and asking her for permission? She had to be careful, she didn’t think that she could bring herself to let him go, “Of course you can, baby. Go on.” She urged and not a second later his tiny cock was spurting thin white ropes all over his chest. She followed him not long after.

As soon as she caught her breath she started to move. Smiling to herself at his whine when she slid out of him. She discarded the strap and took off her heels and the remaining pieces of her lingerie - her stockings, the garter belt, her bra. She padded to the adjoined bathroom and cleaned herself up, walking back inside the bedroom with a warm flannel to wipe him down. She pressed a kiss to his forehead as his eyes fluttered open to gaze lazily at her and laid down beside him after slipping on a silk camisole. He instantly snuggled up to her and, as it had become the rule of her evening, she felt herself doing another thing that she never did. She brought him even closer to her body, arms firmly wrapped around his strong shoulders.

Something about this boy was tugging at all of her heartstrings and she found herself not minding a single bit.

/*/

“Alright, who the hell is she?” Atsumu feigned confusion as Bokuto and Hinata looked at him with interest.

“What are you on about?” He asked, hoping to god that his face wouldn’t betray him.

He had been going out, officially, with her, with Mommy, ever since that night. The morning after he woke up to an empty bed and felt his heart sink to his stomach. But there was a note on the pillow next to him with instructions to put on the robe she had left for him and meet her downstairs for breakfast. He went, if only a little reluctant, feet padding down the large staircase, not making a sound as they hit the heated black italian marble. He got distracted more than once by the sheer amount of wealth that her Estate oozed.

The robe he was wrapped in was soft like nothing he had ever owned and he got lost inside the maze of hallways until he bumped into a girl that was probably nineteen, dressed in a maid uniform. She had squeaked and blushed brightly, apologizing profusely for disrupting him, before guiding him to a formal dining room that, much as the rest of the house, looked expensive and luxurious. They had talked over the most delicious breakfast that Atsumu had ever tasted and, once Atsumu managed to find within himself to look her in the eye, had decided on going out on a date.

That had been a month and a half ago.

He was saved from having to answer when they were all called to the center of the court and Atsumu’s eyebrows shot up as he took in the presence of the team’s executives, all dressed in suits and looking painfully out of place, “Alright, we have someone important coming in today. She is a new sponsor for the team and is putting in a lot of money, so put on a show, because she wants to watch part of the practice and introduce herself, she should be getting here at any moment.”

As if on cue, they all heard the clicking sound of high heels knocking on the floor sharply. Atsumu traded a look with Omi and Bokuto when the executives scrambled to stand up straight, lips tugging up in amusement.

His amusement was short lived, however, when he caught sight of the new sponsor. Sure enough, standing in front of him, dressed in sharp Yves Saint Laurent couture, with dark red lips and perfectly done hair, was Mommy.

But Atsumu was pretty sure that he was not supposed to call her that at the moment. His cheeks instantly flared hot when he caught her eye and she winked at him.

“Fuck, hot MILF, huh ‘Tsumu?” He heard from his right side and turned sharply to look at Bokuto.

Yes. He thought. Hot MILF indeed.

#mommy.writes #sugar mommy #md/lb kink #imagine #atsumu miya #astumu imagine #haikyuu!!#Kōtarō Bokuto #Shōyō Hinata #Kiyoomi Sakusa

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writefightandflightclub · 3 years

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Right behind you:(Bodyguard!Santiago “Pope” Garcia x M!Celebrity!reader)

This is my offering for this week’s #writerwednesday from @autumnleaves1991-blog, which this week is joint with @flightlessangelwings’ Jey’s Pride celebration! 🥳

The verbal prompt was: glitter and/or “I’ll always be by your side.”

The visual prompt is the photo below.

This gave me the idea for a very quickly written one shot with bodyguard!Santi and male celebrity reader! I hope you like it!

Warnings: food mentions; mentions of panic attack / hyperventilating. Mentions of sensory overload. One mention of Santi “sucking off” reader. Language. TYPOS, undoubtedly.

Rating: mature for mentions of oral sex but no explicit / actual smut.

Gender stuff: he/him pronouns / masc! terms of endearment used for reader. Implied that reader is a penis owner - no other physical descriptions besides reader wearing a suit and some make-up.

Genre: angst then mainly fluff and happiness! Hurt / comfort, I guess.

ALSO: BONUS CAMEO FROM ANOTHER OSCAR CHARACTER. Did you spot him?

You perch on the couch in your suite, taking steadying breaths and trying desperately to ward off hyperventilation as your bodyguard grips your trembling hand firmly in his. The air is quaking in and out of your lungs and you can no longer help the tears which spike in your eyes and spill over on to your cheeks.

He gives your fingers a squeeze as he crouches before you, and you can’t help the surge of guilt that this is so far outside of his job description. He’s meant to protect you, not comfort you. His work centres on your physical well-being, but you can’t count the times he’s bolstered your emotional well-being too. Then again, this is the only time he’s done so quite as blatantly in front of the rest of your staff, perhaps.

“Oh no, don’t you dare cry, sweetie,” your make-up artist - who will not be getting rehired you decide suddenly- flaps around you, attempting to fuss over you with a tissue. Her panic about her work being ruined at the worst possible moment is plain as day, and it only makes your chest constrict further.

“This isn’t helping” is the only thought blaring loudly in your mind, but you cannot for the life of you push the words out right now. You shut your eyes in an attempt to block it all out. To subdue the sensory overload.

You are thankful that your bodyguard intuits that sentiment on your behalf when you can’t, and you hear his voice is coming from a different angle now, his head whipped sharply sideward and up towards the offending MUA.

“For real? Ffff....” you close your eyes and hear Santi bite down on a curse. You’d laugh if you weren’t so preoccupied, trying desperately to focus on his voice amidst the chaotic, intersecting hubbub of the room. “Ma’am, could you please back the shit up?” He bites. Apparently he can’t stifle the cursing entirely.

Your limp hand travels along with his as he waves his arm around emphatically. “In fact. Out. Everyone out. Now. Please.”

His request slices through the nervous air in the room, his words deep and commanding and delivered with an authority that you doubt anyone would dare question. This man must be obeyed, and in the back of your mind you congratulate yourself for your decision to take a chance on hiring this moody ex-soldier with creaky knees. When he needed to he could certainly clear a room. And on top of that, he offers you a whole lot more besides.

Indeed, here he is, going above and beyond, kneeling on said creaky knees for you. Protecting you, and comforting you too.

Your eyes are still closed as the room gradually quietens, until it is so still you could hear a pin drop. Until you can hear the steady rise and fall of Santi’s breath. Until you can hear the delicate wet noise of his lips parting so his tongue can skim his lips. You can hear him swallow.

As you hear the sound of the final remaining person shuffle out, and the door gently click closed behind them, you are finally able to peel open your eyes. You are able finally able to release your bottom lip from the grip of your teeth, an indent having formed where you have bitten down so hard you have threatened to draw blood.

Santi is as still as death as he waits, and as soon as he hears that final click, he is moving. Only then, does he allow his (thin) veneer of professionalism to collapse. He allows the flats of his palms to snake up your thighs, rubbing reassuring shapes into you, and you feel the familiar heat and press of of him through the luxe fabric of your suit trousers.

“Look at me, cariño,” he soothes, in a deep, fond tone, entirely different to those bitten off commands reserved for the rest of your entourage. “It’s just you and me now. Look at me, baby.”

You do. You look into his big brown eyes and you and he could be the only two people in the world, never mind the room. You sniff, and you fumble away a stray tear before settling your palms on top of his.

You slow your breathing and Santi flashes you a small, proud smile. “That’s it, honey. Nice and slow. Just like that.”

Then, he flinches, his head leaning to the side as though he could physically retreat from whatever angry voice is no doubt blaring into his ear. Then, he makes a point of taking the earpiece out altogether, letting it hang over the collar of his white shirt.

He tugs in a huge exhale too, letting go of the tension he held in his body through his concern for you, although his eyes slit flit around your face in residual concern.

“They’ll be mad you did that,” you warn, with a nod to his earpiece.

“Whatever. It’s not my job to get you to the red carpet on time. It’s my job to look after you.”

“Your job? Hmm? That all I am to you?”

He flashes you a lopsided smile as you tease him. “I’m a lucky man. My job happens to be a thing I love doing outside of work too.” You lift your palm to his face, the familiar texture of his stubble beneath your fingers. “Now, honey. No rush. But do you wanna tell me what’s going on?”

You look away from him then as you realise he won’t let you distract him enough to avoid the true issue at hand, but his hands are still languidly smoothing your thighs, and you know he won’t make you do anything you don’t want to before you’re ready. He might dole out some tough love, eventually, but not until he is sure that you can take it. He lets you fumble until you find the words. “It’s... even the thought of it, Santi. This is the biggest thing I’ve ever done. All those cameras. All those eyes on me, I...”

Santi shushes you, as he hears the resurgent panic creep into your voice, even as your fingertips idly trace over his handsome features, a self-soothing unconscious thing, as he continues to kneel before you.

But while you may be panicked, he’s smiling. Looking up at you earnestly. “You deserve all those eyes on you, hermoso.” You don’t mind at all that when his voice comes out now it’s both fond and a just a little dirty as his own, very attentive eyes sweep over you.

“I don’t know...” You nibble on your lip again.

“Baby. You deserve this night. You’ve worked so hard for this. You’re so talented. And holy shit. You look so fucking hot in this suit I can barely function.” You let out a small, tentative laugh, which Santi seems pleased by, his own eyes creasing at the corners in return. “Besides,” he continues, tone more earnest now, his thick brows raised as he hammers his point home. “I’ll be right there. Just a few steps behind you, okay, mi Principe?”

You take one more deep breath, expelling it slowly and steadily through the “o” of your mouth, and Santi can’t resist your pursed lips a moment longer. Yet, for all his comments about how hot you are, his kiss is not as devouring as you might expect. It is a soft, tender thing, barely skimming your lips, and yet even so it appears to inspire a reverent heat in him, his eyelashes fanned on his cheek as his eyes remain closed a moment longer. As he expels a gust of disbelieving air at how you make him feel from this alone.

“Or,” he proposes, his voice breathy. “We could sack this whole thing off? We could order chilli cheese fries to the room and I can suck you off until you can’t think straight?”

You kiss him again, this time giving him just a hint of tongue, even as you laugh musically into his open, increasingly eager mouth.

“Appealing as that sounds, my love, I probably shouldn’t miss this...” you nod your head towards the door “...lil thing.”

“Yeah. Probably.” Santi concedes with a fond, lopsided smile, his eyes flashing with adoration, until he reluctantly schools himself back to something resembling professionalism. He gives you a few moments to gather yourself, and for his... eagerness to subside, before asking “You ready?”.

You nod. “Ready as I’m gonna get.”

“There he is. That’s my man.” Santi gives your thighs one more squeeze before he stands, and you swear you hear his poor knees creak; and then, he is replacing his ear piece, his face becoming all business as he presses two fingers to his ear. “Kolpakov? We’re ready to move out. Everyone in position?”

He awaits the response before turning back to you, practically gasping as he sees you stood there in all your glory for the first time. His eyes sweep up and down the length of you. He shakes his head incredulously, switching his mic off for a moment more. “Fuck me. You look like a fucking dream.”

“Not so bad yourself,” you respond in a loving, flirtatious tone, dancing your fingertips across his chest as you sweep past him towards the doorway and he turns with you as if in your thrall.

As you prepare, taking another deep breath and gripping the handle, Santi reaches for your arm, delaying you for just another moment. “Santi,” you laugh. “We can do the chilli cheese fries later, I promise.”

But that’s not quite what he has in mind. He looks at you intensely, and he cups your face in his broad palm. “Don’t forget. You deserve those eyes on you. But if you get overwhelmed, know that my eyes are on you. Wherever you go, I’ll be right behind you.”

The sentiment and sincerity with which he says this makes your mouth fall open in shock. Makes your chest constrict with happiness rather than nerves - but you aren’t afforded the opportunity to respond. In the next moments, the door is flung open, and your entourage is flooding you, barking directions and whisking you down the staircase and out on to the red carpet.

You are pulled away from Santi, and you don’t get to be near him again, besides a quick, surreptitious whisper into the shell of your ear as he follows you out the door “we need to talk about your ass in these pants because holy shit” - but that is all you can steal.

True to his word though, wherever you go he is right behind you. He is there with a firm arm to form a protective wall should a photographer come too close, or a fan get too handsy over a barrier. He is standing, stern and formidable to your rear as you provide sound bites to the tv stations forming a line up to the venue (and, trying very hard not to ogle your ass in these pants, probably).

He’s right behind you, designed to fade into the background in every sense. For all his charisma, he’s good at it. Not drawing attention. Even his suit is designed to be non-descript.

But... that’s not where he should be, you realise.

And, when you are almost at the end of the carpet, you stop in your tracks. You hesitate, and you turn around, your gaze instantly finding him in the crowd. He looks concerned, alarmed, as though you may have gotten the jitters again and like you might be about to do a runner.

But that’s not it. That’s not it at all.

In fact, you are more calm and sure than you have been all evening, looking at his befuddled, deer in headlights expression as all the attention suddenly falls on him. He has some big talk and a tough exterior, but the centre of him is soft, and you love that about him.

And so, a cautious smile blooms on your face as you settle firmly on your plan of action, and you walk determinedly in the “wrong” direction, going against the stream of attendees and making a beeline for your love, as he, for once -your man of action- stands frozen in confusion.

Then, when you arrive at him you stop, placing both your hands flat on the lapels of his suit, smoothing them down.

“What are you-?” he begins to ask, but you cut him off.

“Santi, my love. This is ridiculous. I don’t want you behind me. I want you by my side. Where you should be. So, fuck it. Will you do me the honour of accompanying me to this premiere?”

He answers with a smile. With sparkling eyes. With his arms flung around your waist. With the press of his curved lips against yours, and a slip of his supple tongue. “Baby. I’ll always be by your side.” His hands slip a little lower. “Or - you know - sometimes right behind you.” He winks at you. God, you adore this idiot.

So, you wrap your arms around him, guffawing fondly into his neck before kissing him again, more deeply, not caring who’s watching. Your face splits with a beaming smile as you break from the embrace and link your arm into his, proceeding to walk up the carpet again: together this time.

“Fuck me though, honey,” Santi leans over to confide in you as he straightens up his tie, as if suddenly noticing the photographers for the first time now that they are noticing him. “You could have warned me you were going to french me on the red carpet, I would have put on a better suit.”

You laugh warmly as he continues to babble, and you reassure him that he looks perfect.

You know he’s doing his best to mask it, but he’s the nervous one now - you can tell. “Don’t worry, handsome,” you reassure. “Just you and me, remember?”

No-one else in the world.

“Jesus. How do you do this?” he asks, balking at all of the camera flashes going off in his face, his voice choked.

Luckily, Kolpakov - his second in command- figures out what’s happening and takes the cue to intervene, shifting the line back just a little to give the two of you some space. A good job too as you see beads of sweat forming on your love’s brow.

“How do I do this?” you ponder. “Well, I always have you to protect me, right?” You squeeze his arm tenderly. “And I’ll protect you now, my darling.”

This- having him by your side? You have no doubt that this feels right. It is where he has been all along, albeit only in the shadows. In private moments. But tonight, as he encouraged you into the spotlight, you realised how little you cared for hiding. You need him with you.

“Jesus,” Santi chuckles, looking around and trying to take everything in. “The boys are gonna have a fucking field day with this one. I didn’t even tell them we were dating.”

“What the hell, Garcia?!” you chide fondly, mouth open in a shocked “o”, before beginning to chatter and banter away with him as you easily fall into step together. Distracting him from his nerves like he always does for you.

With Santi by your side, you no longer care about all of the other eyes on you. All of the camera flashes. The crowds. Those watching at home.

You’re proud of your achievements. You’re proud of your relationship. And besides, the only eyes on you which you pay any heed to are his. Santiago’s gorgeous brown eyes, which, right now, shine with nothing but pride.

Yours shine right back.

You think he is the one who deserves all eyes on him, tonight.

#santiago pope garcia x reader #writer wednesday #Oscar Isaac #triple frontier #santiago pope garcia #male reader #m!reader #mlm

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Spill It - Harry Styles

an// i literally love the spill your guts concept, but hopefully this is a new take on it! also, this is not going to be chronologically correct to real life, that’s the fun of fiction! also in a world without covid

“I will never understand how you continue to convince people to do this.” I sigh, taking in the table in front of me.

“Let’s take a look at what Y/n here is so fond of.” James teases before giving the table a good spin, showing off all of its contents, “To start we’ve got salmon smoothie, beef tongue, bird saliva, scorpion, fish head, hot sauce, bull penis, and finally, the water beetle. I think you’re both familiar with the rules of this game.”

“I’m sure.” Niall smiles, turning his head towards mine and I nod in agreement.

Niall and I go way back, having been friends for years. We met back in 2013 when I opened for One Direction’s tour. I quickly become close with all of them. One more so than the others. Harry. He and I just clicked, everyone knew it. It took months for us to start dating, afraid that we would ruin the good thing we had, but neither of us wanted to wait anymore. You can’t pass up a connection like that.

“Niall, I will ask you the first question.” James announces, “We’ll go with the salmon smoothie.”

“Oh god.” He mutters.

James lets out a loud laugh and covers his face in shock over the question. He turns it to me so I can catch a glimpse before he reads it out-loud and my jaw drops.

“You might as well drink now, not even hear the question.” I tease, leaning across the table.

“Niall, who is your least favorite member of One Direction?”

Niall’s head drops in defeat, even though he was sure going into this a question like this would be brought up. He just wishes it could’ve been on something a little easier to choke down.

“Drink up, babe.” I smile, a teasing smile crossing my face.

“Fuck.” He shakes his head.

“I can’t… “ He reaches for the glass and throws it back, it takes a few seconds for the sludge to finally shift and he can get a mouthful. A sour look takes over his face as soon as it reaches his taste buds. He quickly leans down to spit it in the bucket.

“That’s horrendous.” He coughs, “It was like a salmon yogurt.”

“Alright Niall, your turn to ask Y/n.”

I smile politely to my friend of many years who takes on a sinister look once he’s read the question.

“Please be nice.” I stick out my bottom lip.

“Right right.” He laughs, spinning the table as he takes in his options.

“Don’t forget I have a very good memory, especially of the years spent on a shared tour bus…” I chaff.

“Don’t remind me.” He settles on the hot sauce, thankfully one of the lesser evil options. I would take this over anything else on the table.

I did crash on their bus more than my own. It started because they were fun, barely older than me, but then when Harry and I started dating we became. Even sharing a bunk as uncomfortable as it was most nights. Those boys grew up with me, and I’m thankful to still be in good contact with all of them.

“You recently welcomed your third god-child into the world when Zayn Malik and Gigi Hadid welcomed their daughter to the world.”

“Yes, I did.” I smile at the cheering audience. I have managed to do the impossible in staying close with all of the boys since the hiatus. Well, all but one. Gigi and I met years ago, and I introduced the pair at an award show. The other boys had their reason for making me god mother, but it did give me this monopoly on all of the One Direction children.

“You are actually the god-mother to all three of the One Direction children. Who’s your favorite?”

My jaw drops at the question. Who had the audacity to ask that? To think I could ever answer that about any of my little nieces and nephews. The audience cheers in shock over the question as well.

“You’re joking.” I scoff, “They’re children, I could never pick a favorite!”

“How about your least favorite then?” James teases.

“You lot are all horrendous!”

I grab the shot glass and down the hot sauce immediately. I love all of them way too much to ever pick. I’m sure it’s exactly what they expected with a question like that. It burns for a few seconds and I put the glass back and try to shake it off.

“Nice one!” Niall cheers.

“Now James-” I clear my throat, the hot sauce catching up with me, “Name one guest that you would never invite back to the show.” I bite back a smile and fan my face with the card.

James looks up into the camera as if he actually wants to answer.

“C’mon, you can do it! Just for once.” I grin like a little kid in a candy store, I want him to answer. I want to know, and it would be nice to finally get him to reveal an answer like this.

“Are you trying to get this show canceled?” He turns to one of the producers off screen. He looks between them and the water beetle I’ve placed in front of him. He gives his head one last shake before throwing it down the hatch.

“Niall, it’s your last night on Earth, you can either spend it with your ex girlfriend Ellie Goulding or Selena Gomez?”

He goes back and forth, trying to be polite with his answer before eventually picking Ellie.

“Y/n, who is your favorite member of One Direction?” Niall asks, the smirk growing wider with every word he utters.

The crowd roars, knowing very well of my relationship from a few years ago. One that people still brought up regularly in both Harry and my life due to us remaining friendly.

“What is up with you guys wanting to know my favorites?” I roll my eyes, “Give me something I can actually answer.”

“Fine! I’ll ask you one!” Niall grins, an evil and family glint in his eyes appearing, “What songs have you written about Harry?”

A red hue takes over my face again, only this time it’s not from the hot sauce.

“Either that, or the bird saliva.” He grins, showing off a wide smile. If only we weren’t on national television and I could smack it off.

“It smells like wet dog.” I sigh, I pick it up giving it a whiff before setting it back down on the table, “Could I name one song?”

Niall and James exchange a look before the nod accepting it.

“I wrote the song Everything about him.” I smile. It shouldn’t exactly be a surprise to most people, there were clues. Both of our fans were smart enough to catch on and read between the lines. It was a song I released almost two years ago, the album following our breakup.

It was a powerful song, it quickly became one of the favorites of my fans. It’s also one of the few that I don’t perform. I can’t think of a time I’ve sung that song without crying, it wasn’t meant for the stage. It was meant to be played in your bedroom while you stare at your ceiling. People have always understood that.

“It’s a lovely song.” Niall smiles knowingly.

“Thank you.” I smile, I move on and reach out to ask James his question.

“James, you have been blessed to have both Niall and I on for carpool karaoke.” I smile at Niall, “Which one did you enjoy more?”

I can’t fight off the laughter that takes over. As if it isn’t hard enough to answer questions like these, it’s only upped the ante by having us both here.

“You’re kidding.” He dabs away the sweat on his forehead.

“It’s okay, Niall won’t be that offended.” I reassure and stick out my tongue at Niall.

“You’re an arse.” Niall laughs with the roll of his eyes.

In the middle of Niall and I acting like children bickering, James tears off a bite of the cows tongue without another word.

“Oh god.” I turn away from the unpleasant sight.

“That’s rank.” Niall huffs.

Niall answers his next question from James again, successfully getting away without eating anything.

“Y/n, if the past four years you have gotten into acting. You have made quite a name for yourself on the big screen as well as on the stage.” Niall begins.

“I don’t like where this is going.” I laugh.

“Rank your co-stars from your past films best to worst; Dylan O’Brian, Logan Lerman, and John Boyega.” Niall smacks his knee with a laugh.

“I have been blessed to work with so many talented actors” I start, picking up the terrifying looking bug that has been placed in front of me.

“Mhm.” James agrees with an evil smile on his face.

“So talented, that I could never rank them.” I throw back the scorpion before I can second guess myself. I manage to chew enough of it for it to count before spitting it out as gracefully as I can.

That’s a wrap after that, enough time getting juicy content out of us quite literally either spilling or filling our guts. I give Niall a hug before going back to my dressing room. I couldn’t be more thankful to share the couch tonight with a long time friend.

I drive home, eager to go home and relax. The episode won’t air until later tonight which gives me a couple hours of peace from Twitter. I take a bath and make myself some dinner, before eventually climbing into bed and turning on the TV to watch the episode.

It’s good, fun to watch back. Niall and I make a good pair, easy to read the friendship on camera. In time the episode ends and I turn off the TV and decide to go to bed. It’s been a long day full of press. Before I can actually drift off my phone lighting up and vibrating on my nightstand grabs my attention.

You are my everything too. xx

PART TWO??????

#harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #Harry Styles

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Strands of Webbing

A Spiderverse Fanfic

Prompts 157-168

“Traversing the Web”

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157. Genealogy

"Richard and Mary Parker," says Peter B, writing the names at the top of a piece of paper next to his own.

Noir nods. "Same here. Never met them, though."

"Curtis Parker and Hida Haraka," says Peni.

"I think my mother's name was Susan? She left us a note next to the egg sac."

"Ranjit and Mina Prabhakar," says Pavitr.

"…Peter Parker and Marie-Jane Watson," says Mayday, pointedly.

"Reinhold and Miriam Pauker," says the Cob.

"Albert and Claire Reilly," says Mabel.

"…how did this start?" Miguel asks Miles, from the other side of the room.

The other Spider-Man shrugs. "They started talking about blood types in case anyone needs some for transfusions, and it turned into making a family tree."

Miguel blinks. "But…they're from different universes, so the blood would glitch out of existence inside their bodies anyway—"

"They'll figure it out," Gwen reassures him. "Eventually."

"Why's Pavitr there?"

"Apparently he's got some English blood on his mom's side and they think he might be related."

"And El Porquito?"

"He just turned up. He does that."

"And we wouldn't want it any other way," says Miguel fondly.

158. Tribute

Peni doesn't accept payment for her work. So whenever someone needs something, or has been given something, they leave her snacks and treats instead. Gray has a bit of a minor advantage here—the textures of smells and tastes work on overdrive in his world to counteract the sparsity of colour—and candy buttons from his universe are the most stolen item in her workshop. But she's also developed a taste for peda, which has started a minor black market trade from Pavitr and Roshni's worlds.

Miguel would happily accept payment for his work if literally any of the Spiders around here had any money.

("Put your wallet away, Porquito.")

159. Quarantine

"Dude, if your world's really shutting down because of a global plague…" Gwen begins.

Peter sighs. "Nah, it's fine, guys, it's fine. Spider-Man's still out at work, I can still write science articles, MJ's been editing papers, the villains have actually been lying low for the most part…the only thing that's a bit frustrating is that May gets cranky if she can't go out. Buuuut I think I've found a way around that."

"…Peter."

"What?"

"What?" says Miles, before the answer dawns on him. "Oh. Peter, you didn't…"

"What? She likes the fresh air. You can't get fresh air on the ground in this city." Peter lifts his ten-month-old daughter up to the camera. "Here, May, say hi to Auntie Gwen and Uncle Miles!"

"Baaah!" says May happily, on general principles.

"Aw, hi sweetie!" Gwen coos. "Look at how big you're getting! Peter B. Parker, we are not done here. How are you!"

"Gah!"

"She's gonna say my name first."

"Nuh-uh, it's gonna be me. Hey, May, it's Uncle Miles!"

"Mmmmah!"

"See?"

"You're already daddy's superhero," murmurs Peter to May, who giggles.

160. Student

"You can really teach me?"

The kid has potential, Olivia can admit that to herself. But Carolyn Trainer is a Doctor Octopus for a very different sort of world. She's much more into blending virtual reality and physical than looking for new ones. Reasonable, but not the most transferable of skills. Besides, she's already got a pretty good student back at home, even if she's still waiting for the right time to involve Mr. Morales in her…off-the-books research.

Still, she can definitely pass on a few tips.

"Well, I'll try, kid. First of all…actually, first and foremost, don't get too attached to your mentor figures. You might end up kidnapping them without their realizing it, then having a car thrown at you by their super-powered nephew whom you're now not allowed to kill yourself. That gets annoying."

"I…what?"

161. Forward

"This is Peter Pauker," says Miguel, prodding the Cob forward. "Please don't show him any pirate holos."

Peter, who looks like a half-crazed shaman with a moustache worthy of a cowboy, shiny white glasses, and a raggedy red cloak with a tight hood, is still looking around in astonishment.

"Welcome to Brooklyn, my man!" says Miles, cheerfully.

He's still in his spider-suit. So is Gwen, and Peter B., and Billy, and Ham.

Peter leans over to Miguel.

"You're sure I haven't just joined a cult of demons in Hell, right?"

"Seriously? Not to put too fine a point on it, but you're the one with the fangs."

"To be fair," says Miguel, "this is Brooklyn."

Miles looks mildly insulted. "Hey, not cool."

"What can I say, parcero, the Bronx has you beat no matter the century."

"Just please tell me Staten Island has remained the same," mutters the Cob. "We just managed to get rid of the British a few years ago. You know, the bad ones. It's still got that strength of spirit, right?"

The other Spiders look at one another.

"Dude," says Miles, putting a friendly hand on Peter's shoulder, "I am so sorry."

162. Gradation

“I’m serious,” Peter insists. “Whenever I’m around, the universe just won’t let people swear. If you think it’s a swear word, you can’t use it. It’s a curse. I’ll prove it.”

The pig goes to the fridge, and takes something out. “Miles, what delicious delicacy do I have in my hands?”

“Uh...applesauce?”

“Very good! Tall, dark, and breezy, your turn. What’s this?”

“Miles just said it was [bleep].”

The other Spiders blink.

“[Bleep]. [Bleep]. Jumping catfish, what the...[bleep]. [Bleep].”

“I rest my case,” says Peter, walking out of the room. (With his snack, of course.)

But not far enough that he doesn’t hear Noir suddenly roar, “GODDAMN APPLESAUCE!”

“Peter! Language!”

“...sorry.”

This is apparently too much for the other Spiders, who burst out laughing.

Being a cartoon is fun.

163. Similarity

Sometimes, diplomacy is required.

It's nearly midnight, it's probably somewhere in Japan in the mid-19th Century, and there's a spider-demon at the bottom of a crevice near a waterfall. Trying to hide.

Keep away!

It sounds deep and yet surprisingly feminine. It also manages to sound both alluring and deadly while at the same time conveying a terrible panic.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," calls Peni in what she hopes is the right Japanese for the time. (SP//dr's helping to translate and feeding her the words in her head, but it's not always perfect.) "I'm a friend. I'm not gonna hurt you."

Jorōgumo, down in the crevice, stares at her—and then shakes her many-eyed head in puzzlement.

You're…you're like me?

Peni smiles. "Kind of."

Jorōgumo waves her front legs around in confused despair. But…you're not like me. You're human. Nearly.

"Oh! That extra bit is probably from Takara here," she says, patting SP//dr on the leg. "We're SP//dr—that means, well, spider. We're best friends. And you're a jorōgumo, right? A golden orb spider?"

The spider-spirit nods, miserably. I didn't want to be. I still don't.

Peni sighs. "I don't think you have a choice. But it's okay, you're not alone. There's a whole bunch of us. We can help. It's going to be alright."

There's silence from the crevice.

Can you stop it from happening? whispers Jorōgumo. It gets so hungry. I try to only go after bad guys, but…it keeps coming back.

"I don't know," says Peni. "But I'll try. I promise you. Just…come out. It's okay."

There's a pause, and then a scuttling noise. Slowly but surely, the giant golden spider climbs out of the crevice. As it does, it changes into a young woman, wearing a raggedy red kimono with blue and white wave patterns. (It is August, after all.) She looks strangely familiar.

Peni holds out a hand, which the other Spider takes, and pulls her to the surface. It's not so bad a place, this waterfall, in the moonlight.

"My family name is Pākā. Pākā Peni." She beams, and bows.

The girl—she can't be much older than seventeen (or thirty, or seventy-five)—smiles nervously and bows as well.

"Haraka. Haraka Hida."

…well, that she wasn't expecting.

164. Magnetism

“He’s not too bad-looking,” muses Mayday. “You know, for a guy from the 18th Century.”

“He’s also your father,” says Hobie, bluntly. “Sort of.”

“May has a point, he is right comely,” muses Billy.

“...for you, I have no words.”

“Do you think someone should tell him those are replicas?”

“I want to see how long it takes him to find out.”

Peter Pauker, swinging away at what he knows to be automata dressed as pirates but hoping to put on a decent show for his new friends, is having the time of his life.

165. Dybbuk

"You're actually Peter Parker?" asks Olivia in amazement.

The Superior Spider-Man snorts. "Hardly. I merely took over his body and let his consciousness decay in my own dying form. I like to think I'm putting it to good use."

"As…Spider-Man."

"The Superior Spider-Man, thank you very much."

Well, someone’s proud.

"A psychic transfer…" muses Olivia. "Huh. Do you still have the schematics for that device?"

"I might do. But these are fascinating." Spider-Man is poking at her arms. "A fluid-filled polymer with pulses running through to control movement…oh, marvellous." The mask is removed. Peter Parker stares at her work with a peculiar interest that Olivia's only really seen in the mirror. Even Rosie and Carolyn and Luke were more interested in the person their counterpart was, rather than her tech. Not that she’s one to talk, give her science over people most days of the week, it’s just that it’s…

…actually she's not too sure how she feels about this.

"Guess you didn't need yours anymore, huh." She slowly retracts her arms.

"Oh, you'd be surprised,” says her counterpart, not seeming to notice. “I just swapped them out for a more…lightweight model. Not dissimilar to your own. Now," and Peter Parker sits down while Otto Octavius looks up, "what can you tell me about the multiverse?"

166. Crier

“HEAR YE, HEAR YE! THE MASKED DEMON KNOWN AS THE COB HAS ONCE AGAIN STRUCK UPON OUR BELOVED ISLE! TWO INNOCENT THIEVES WERE...innocent thieves, who wrote this garbage?...TWO INNOCENTS FRIGHTENED NEARLY TO DEATH BY THE SPAWN OF SATAN!”

“...wow,” says Mayday. “Old J. Jonah Jameson actually found his niche. Deafened by the sound of his own voice.”

Peter Pauker laughs, and they go back to leaping across the rooftops.

167. Mayfly

Life is measured differently in the ‘30s. Peter is nineteen; that’s old enough to hold a job, be working for several years, be an adult for two. His older counterpart is thirty-eight; by that age, Peter’s half-surprised he doesn’t have kids already. (Only half; Parker luck probably came into play.) Porker is...actually Porker is probably timeless, which is helpful because it marks him as that much less likely to die on the job. And the rest are just...okay, not children, nearly adults, but so small.

Peni sees it differently, he knows. What to him is the insurmountable gap of years she sees the same way as being born in different weeks of the same month. Kid’s basically got three times the lifespan he hopes for, six times the lifespan he expects. To her, they’re all kids.

(And yet she’s working a job deemed too risky for most adults even in her time. At fourteen—she started a year ago, same as him, but was bitten at nine. For him, a child; for her, basically a baby.

Sometimes he wonders whether her uncle, nice as he seems, actually is Doc Ock, only out to torment his own niece instead of the unsuspecting “lessers” of New York in general. He's half-worried that he'll find out her Aunt May looks like another super-villain—and one-eighth-worried that she wouldn't need to.)

168. First

It is Peter Pauker's terrible misfortune to be in his home dimension when a black portal opens in the air, and three figures drop out over the southern shore of Manhattan.

A black-and-white giant, flashes of red lightning crossing its featureless ebony face to make a hideous expression. A white wraith with terrible burning eyes, smallest—human height—and possibly most terrifying. An enormous black spider—no, not a spider, a harvestman.

They land on the nighttime rooftops, barely seeming to touch the surface.

itsnotthesamewithouthimisit

That's the giant's voice. It bypasses the ears and scares the mind into remembering it. It sounds…oddly feminine. And young. And familiar.

noitsnot

imisshimtoo

That's the harvestman, deep voice sinking through to the bone and freezing it solid. And also familiar.

focus

werenotgoingtoletKarnturningtraitorspoilourhunt

besides

weneedourstrength

theOneWorldsarecloserthanever

That's the wraith’s voice. Familiar, and terrifying for it, because Peter's heard that one in his own universe and he doesn't like the implications one little bit.

icansmellit

itsclose

The black one twitches, glitches, and suddenly is looking directly at Peter.

dontplaywithyourfoodtoday

letsjusteatit

The wraith again. She sounds distinctly annoyed.

icalldibs

The giant's lightning-mouth has split apart, revealing a deep red cavern and a deep black tongue.

youalwayscalldibs

The black harvestman is already spinning out a line of thread between its front limbs. It sounds amused.

imagrowingspider

ineedsomethingsweet

There’s no time for banter. Peter has two choices at this point. Make a jump, and try to fight off these monsters on his own. Or take the Gizmo Device and hide in another world. Get help.

He wouldn't be the Cob if he let others get hurt (again) for work he should be doing. The burden of capacity, Uncle Bernhard always called it.

“You dare to come to my world?” he shouts. “Stealing the voice of the woman I love? You are not welcome in this place, foul impersonators!”

The three demons look at him like cats watching a very angry one-legged mouse.

thevoiceofthewomanitloves

ihopeitsnotyouagainJennix

rememberthatlasttime

That’s...that’s Gwyneth’s voice. Twisted and warped, but it’s her.

hahahaaa

iremember

itwassofunny

iloveyouyouknowido

youcanfightit

iknowyourestillinthere

wellofcourseiamsilly

whereelsewouldibe

howdidittasteMorlun

High-pitched and giggly.

likeautumnleavestumblingthroughasilentcity

Rumbling and soft.

betyouthisonetasteslikecowardice

italreadyreeksoffear

theseshadowsgetmoreandmorerealisticeverytime

“Coward? Hah! Better insults have been spluttered by dying rats!”

oohfeisty

Peter draws his sword and revolver, and leaps. The Cob’s special abilities push him hundreds of feet into the sky...

It occurs to him, as he's high in the air, perhaps a split second too late, that perhaps he's still the Cob in spite of never backing away from a fight—

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bubsdolan · 3 years

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It’s with Grayson Dolan, the main character is a girl, it’s about how Y/N is very convinced that she doesn’t belong with Grayson, and tries to reason with him about how he should choose another girl, but Grayson show her that he wants her . Um can there be a daddy kink too. Um can there also be like degradation and praising too. If it’s to much I fully understand, and if there’s anything missing just let me know☺️

you had been feeling extremely self conscious for a while now. hating your appearance everytime you looked in the mirror, hating the way you dressed and presented yourself compared to other females your age living in la and most importantly hating the way you thought deep down that grayson deserved more than you.

if only you saw yourself the way grayson saw you, like you hung each individual star in the sky.

you weren’t what you believed the standard of beauty worthy of grayson dolan. you weren’t the typical instagram model the whole world expected him to be with.

your boyfriend of 6 months who was nothing but attentive, loving and caring, never gave you any moment to doubt yourself or your worth. it’s not like needed to however, as your own inner demons did all the work for him.

grayson jumped up from his designated side of your shared bed the minute he heard your heart wrenching sobs coming from the shower. it was part of your nightly routine to take a shower before bed and wash the day away, but crying whilst doing so was certainly new and something grayson never wanted to hear or see again.

“baby,” grayson’s voice was barely audible above your sobs and the water beating down on the green tiles you grew to love overtime, but you heard him. you always heard him.

knocking on the door as a signal he was going to enter, knowing you never locked the door due to not liking the distance it created between you and grayson on the rare occasion he hadn’t accompanied you in the shower, grayson stepped into the steamed up bathroom, barely being able to make out your deflated naked body.

no more words are spoken as he strips down from his boxers and climbs into the shower beside you. not caring in the slightest that he was moments away from his slumper, you needed him. you always came first, no matter if it meant getting his hair wet right after he just got done washing it.

“hey pretty girl, what’s these tears for huh?”

you broke down more at the softness of his voice, a tone and vulnerability only reserved for you, making you hate yourself further for doubting him ever wanting to be with anyone but you. grayson pulled you into his arms as he found you knees to chest on the bench he had other ideas for its use at the time of building but his favourite use was to sit on it and hold you, in his arms. safe and protected.

“yo-you shouldn’t be with me,” you choke out. falling limb into grayson’s chest and holding him as close to you as you could, although contradictory to your untrue words.

grayson’s heart broke. words he never wanted you to ever utter again, much less think are true.

“sweetheart, you’re it for me i don’t want another soul.”

“loo-look at me grayson! you deserve more.”

if you weren’t an emotional wreck, clinging onto grayson for dear life as the water rinses down his bare back and causes goosebumps to litter his delicate skin, he would have laughed in your face. not once has grayson ever doubted his love for you, he has never considered the possibility that you weren’t good enough for him, not once has he looked at someone eles in the way he looked at you. not once did it ever cross grayson’s mind of a life without you- his soulmate.

there was no grayson without his y/n.

wiping your tears with the pad of his thumb, his eyes set firmly on your own clouded ones, they darken. a look of lust and determination taking over his face as he knew in that moment, his words wouldn’t be enough to debunk your thoughts.

“let me show you what you deserve, baby,”

grayson knew he had to cheer you up the one way he knew how. the only way he was allowed to, treating your body with the upmost pleasure, showing you exactly who you belong to and that he was the only person on earth who could.

you barely had time to catch your breath and control your tears before grayson was manhandling your body in a way that had your legs clenching. spreading your legs wide apart and making you straddle his lap, your body’s well oiled thanks to the shower that was still running and working as a mechanism to make your next movements smoother.

“gonna ride me mama. want you to put yourself to work on my cock, yeah. you’d like that wouldn’t you slut.” grayson growls. his throbbing penis rubbing up and down your slick folds as his hand connects with your neck. a squeeze light enough to get you withering and moaning but also strong enough to assert his dominance.

“ye-yes daddy.”

“tell me you want it.”

“i want it, please,” you reach down to speed up the process of feeling grayson sink down inside of you. so desperate to be filled up and used as grayson pleased.

slapping your hand away, grayson’s grip on your neck tightens. his plump moisturised lips attaching to the skin of your beasts that were directly in his face and biting at the tender area. being sure to leave marks that he would attend and make a fuss of tomorrow.

“beg me, slut. beg for daddies cock like the greedy whore i know you are.”

“fuck me daddy, please. i want your big juicy cock inside m-me, need it.”

not being able to resist you any longer, grayson lifts you up by the curve of your arse and places you directly over his cock. legs spread and pussy waiting to be destroyed, to show you who owned you and to prove to you to never doubt yourself or your relationship.

“oh god oh god, it-it’s too big.” you cried out once the full length of him was resting inside you.

“you’ve had it all before baby, just get used to it again.” grayson reassured you, surprised that he could utter more than a few words due to the tightest of your cunt. it was like a vice, sucking in him deeper with every bounce.

thank god for the wooden shower bench. it allowed you to position your feet comfortably on each side of grayson’s thighs and get the perfect rhythm, assist edge by grayson’s hands groping your hips, to glide up and down the only dick made for you.

you rose up off of his length and sank back down with a sharp moan, carefully gliding along his length with your head resting on his shoulder only taking a few inches at a time and gradually working your way down. you moaned in his ear telling him how good he felt filling you up like this.

grayson slammed inside of you with one long stroke making your entire body writhe around him. you were already on the cusp of climaxing as he began to pound into you with long unapologetic strokes, not being able to resist taking over and controlling the movements of your hips like he was used to doing in the bedroom. you completely lost your mind for several moments. feeling so full and satisfied each time he sank that thick piece of him inside you.

“look at how well you’re taking me, slut,” he growled. causing you to instantly obey and watch in awe of how you managed to take all of him. “see how fucking tiny you are, baby?” he questioned, to which you answered with a whimper. “this-“ he send a slap to your clit. “is my little pussy, you hear that. i dont want another- mine, all mine” grayson groaned unable to take his eyes off of where he was completely disappearing inside of you.

you nearly exploded at his words, the entirety of his length rest inside you for a short moment and watching the way your thighs quivered as you took him in, barely able to hold yourself up.

“fuck.” he growled so deeply when he felt you clamp down around him a little tighter. “look at me.” he rasped, your eyes immediately snapping up to meet his as he began working into you at a much faster pace. grayson knew at this rate he wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer. you needed to cum before him, you were always first no matter how close, how desperate and weak he was.

pulling him you off his body so abruptly by your hips, you whine childishly at the loss of contact. grayson barely gives you enough time to register what he’s doing before laying you down on the beach and spreading your legs followed by your pussy lips, with one hand.

reaching for shower head, he turns the setting up to the highest and aims it direct to your pussy. the pressure of the water hitting right were you needed it to, the overbearing sensation in the pit of your stomach bubbling stronger as your legs violently shake.

“oh-oh more daddy.” you throw your head back in a moan of indescribable pleasure. your nimble fingers twisting at your erect nipples as you coax yourself closer to a climax.

“cum for me baby, show me what a good little bunny you are.”

“daddy!”

you squirt. your juices blending in with the water being used to penetrate your pussy as grayson continues to help your through your orgasm. the water pressure now causing some sensitivity as you whimper, unable to control your legs from shaking and completely giving into the feeling.

grayson watches in delight as you come down from your intense high. turning the shower off completely and once again lifting you into his arms and chest as he waited for your breathing to regulate. his arms tightening around your body as he pressed soft kisses to your wet hair, eyes closed in bliss at the skin on skin contact after such an intimate moment.

feeling your heart beat against his own brought him peace and comfort.

you both make no attempt to move, your body shriving slightly from the cold air cutting through the pair of you but being in each there arms, heart to heart, chest to chest, caused enough heat to grant you a few extra minutes to declare your love for each other. reassurance needed now more than ever in your case.

“i love you y/n, never think or question it otherwise. you're it for me baby, no one will ever take me away from you, not even your own demons. ill fight each and everyone off for you.”

“i love you, grayson.” you kiss the skin over his heart. signing in content at the way grayson helped crush all your insecurities. he was made specially for you.

“yours forever, sweetheart.”

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hockeywhhores · 3 years

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arrangements- q. hughes

Quinn Hughes x f!Reader

warnings~ smut, alcohol, male receiving, vaginal sex twice, swearing

summary~ You and Quinn had an arrangement, put in one night everything fell apart.

genre~ smut, friends with benefits to lovers

word count~ 2.7k

masterlist

This is NSFW please do not read if it makes you uncomfortable.

Jake Virtian was your best friend growing up, and that is how you ended up best friends with the whole Canucks roster, especially Quinn Hughes. Quinn and you just clicked. Within days of meeting you, he was smitten. You grabbed his attention, and would not let it go.

One night you both got way to drunk, and things ended up with you two together in Quinn’s bedroom. After that incident, you both agreed to be friends with benefits. You enjoyed the sex, and he enjoyed having you around. Even if this wasn’t how he had planned to get you, it would have to work for now. Quinn had even invited you to come back to Orlando with him, during the offseason. You had said no, not wanting to intrude on his family time, but he insisted. You both left it maybe. The offseason is coming in two weeks, so he gave you time to think about it.

Wanting to forget about college, and getting a job, you asked the guys if they wanted to go out. Quinn always said yes, and then most of the other guys agreed to a night out. You picked the bar, and everyone agreed to meet there. Before you had finished getting ready, Quinn had called you.

“Hey!” you said as you put your phone on speaker, so you could finish with your hair.

“Hey y/n! I was wondering if you wanted me to pick you up tonight?” Quinn asked, sounding unsure of himself.

“Sure! that would be great! You don’t even know how many Ubers i’ve called this week!” You exaggerated.

“Perfect pick you up in twenty minutes.” He ended the call quickly after you both said your ‘goodbyes’ and you went back to curling your hair. finishing with minutes to spare you did a little bit of pregaming with some random alcohol you found in your apartment. When you heard a knock on your door, you were surprised to say the least. Quinn usually just texted you when he was here. You shrugged it off, and answered the door. There was Quinn a little early, and standing in your doorway. He was holding a bottle of vodka, and when he saw you he held it up higher for you to see.

“I brought you something to pregame with,” He explained, “I was going to pregame with you, but I realized that I stupidly told you I would drive.” He finished with a little smile, and you couldn’t help a laugh a little at how forgetful he was.

“Oh, I already drink some tequila, but I will be perfectly happy taking that beautiful bottle of vodka off your hands.” You were playing with him, but weren’t surprised when he handed you the bottle. You set it on the kitchen table, and left for his car.

The car ride was perfectly fine, with you and Quinn never missing a beat while you talked. You told him all about how you were needing to start internering, but your school work load was so big, that you didn’t know when you were going to be able to level time in between them. He told you about how he was stressed out with hockey, and just wanted to go home for the offseason, and take a small break from hockey. Quinn’s left hand never left your upper thigh, and your hand never left from its place; resting on top of his. Nothing ever felt awkward between the two of you. You swear if anyone asked you, you would say you had gotten closer to Quinn than you were with Jake, and that was really saying something.

When you pulled up to the club, you jumped out of the car. You couldn’t wait to see all the guys before they left for their last away game stretch. They were going to be all the way in Montreal playing the Candians. You were sad to see them go, but you knew that that was their jobs. Shaking everything off, you entered the club with Quinn by your side. Everyone that was already there greeted you right as you set through the doors. You waved to everyone, but went to the bar before you went to sit down with them. You didn’t know that Quinn had followed you, until after you finished ordering your drink and was planning on opening a tab, but then you felt his arm lightly touch the back of your upper arm and saw him slide his card to the bartender.

“You can put all her drinks on my tab.” Quinn told the guy. the guy nodded and started to get to work with making your drink.

“Quinn! You didn't have to do that!” You protested. Quinn just looked at you as if he was bored, and not wanting to engage in this debate. Quinn bought you a lot of things, he always put up the argument, that he was a hockey player, and he wanted to help you while you go through college. You just wanted to prove that you could pay for yourself, but telling him this was like beating a dead horse. The bartender gave you your drink, and Quinn a beer, you knew he was just going to nurse it all night. you and Quinn walked over to the table of hockey players and their wifes/girlfriends. You were happy just sitting at the table in between Quinn and Brock, but when one of your favorite dance songs came on; you just had to get on the dance floor.

“Oh my god, I love this song! Someone come dance with!” You exclaimed as you jumped out of your seat. You looked back and noticed no one had followed you.

“Ok losers…” you frowned at them, “Quinn please come dance with me!” you gave him your best puppy dog eyes, and lightly tugged on his arm. He huffed but came with you to the dance floor.

“Thank you!” You smiled brightly at him as you started swaying your hips to the beat. Quinn awkwardly dances with you. He did not know where to put his hands, or even how to move his body. You giggled at him, and grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips. Then you gently hand him rock side to side with you. He was still stiff and looked like he was doing something wrong.

You smiled in reassurance, “You are doing great, Romeo” you whispered into his ear.

“I’m sorry, but you know I hate dancing.” Quinn huffed back into your ear. “But did I tell you how good you look tonight.” You did look good in your short black dress, and perfectly styled makeup and hair.

“Oh stop.” You were blushing, “But to answer your question, no you did not.” the blush was still there but you tried to hide it with a confident-ish smirk.

“My bad then. What kind of gentleman am I? Can’t even remember to tell the prettiest girl I have ever seen, how beautiful she looks.” He was messing with you, but that didn’t stop your blush from growing.

“Want to go back to your car?” you asked after a couple songs have ended. You were surprised when Quinn didn’t leave after the song you originally wanted to dance to was over.

“You have your things?” He quested you, looking deep into your eyes.

“Yes, why?” you looked back into his eyes. He knew you saw the hungriness he had for you in his eyes, and he even saw the same in your eyes.

“Because when I’m finished with you, you are not going to be able to come back in here.” he spelt out for you.

“Oh, well do you think if anyone would notice if we just left?” now it's your turn to question him.

“Not if we're careful.” Quinn quiered. Looking back at the table you noticed some have already left, and the ones that were still there were all wrapped up in their own conversations.

“I think we are in the clear.” you testified. Quinn took your hand and you both rushed out of the club and to his black car. He quickly got into the driver's seat, while you got into the passenger’s seat. Without telling you where he was driving to, he started the car and left the parking lot. You ended up in a dark street that was far enough away from everything. Quickly both of you unbuckled your seat belts, and you were strpped your dress off, and took off your shoes. Quinn climbed into the backseat, and you went after him.

“Everything off, baby girl.” he reminded you.

“I just thought you would like to do the honors.” you joked, and before you knew it your bra was in his lap.

“consider me honored,” Quinn joked back. You quickly got to work unbuttoning his pants, and pulled them down to his knees. Before going any further with undressing him you gave his growing erection a soft, little kiss. Quinn let out a strong huff of air.

“Don’t play with me.” he warned. You responded by pulling down his boxers, and grabbing his now fully-erect penis with your small hands. Pumping it up and down, while you sucked on the tip. He was a sighing mess, you knew you weren’t giving him fully what he wanted. Quinn applied some pressure down on the top of your head, in a warning type of way. You pushed him into your mouth as far as you could take him, pumping everything you couldn’t fit. As you looked up into his eyes, you saw that he was already looking at you with hooded eyes. With one hand you messaged his balls, while your other hand was pumping the bit you couldn’t fit into your mouth. He had made a makeshift ponytail with his hand, trying to see as much of you as he could. You continued like this for a couple of minutes, until you felt sticky ropes of cum cover your mouth. You set back up, and whipped your lips, while staring at him in the eyes.

Quinn kissed you deeply, and pasionalty. You knew he could taste himself on your mouth, but he didn’t care. He accidentally ripped your underwear, while trying to get it off of you as fast as he could. No one cared. Both of you know if you asked from him to buy you new ones, you would get several new pairs in return. The car was getting steamy, but you didn;t care. Climbing on top of Quinn, you sat down on top of his already reerected dick. He slid in easily, with how wet you were. His shirt buttons there undid proved the perfect amount of room for you hand to feel his chest up, and down. Quinn helped guide your hips, helping set a pace you were both happy with. Everything was overriding your brain, and you only seemed to know his name; chanting it as if it was a prayer. All that you could hear was his panting, your moans, and skin slapping skin. When you felt his pace slow, and his thrust get sloppy, you knew he was close. you were too. You matched your hips to his, and came with him. You didn’t get off of him, until you stopped feeling aftershocks from your orgasm. Quinn happily let you stay connected with him. Both of your faces were plastered with dumb- looking smiles.

Needing his help you got off of him, and used your ripped pantys to clean yourself up a bit. Sitting back next to him in his backseat, made you feel happy. You don’t know if it was the orgasm or you genuinely liked him, but you felt like you were on cloud nine. Quinn buttoned up his pants, and helped you get your dress on, before he helped you get back into the front seat, so he could take you home.

When you were safely in you apartment you asked him something you never had before, “Do you want to stay?” your eyes looked tired, but your body felt too wired to sleep.

“Sure, If you want me too.” Quinn tried to seem as nonchalant as he could. He did not need you knowing about how he has always wanted you to ask him this.

“There is a pair of your sweat pants in the top drawer. I am going to clean myself up.” you said as you walked to your bathroom. Quinn made his way to your bedroom, and looked into your draw. There was a pair of his gray sweatpants that he had lent to you, after your pants had ripped. He knew he had been in your bedroom before, but whenever he had there were more pressing matters to deal with. So while you were in the bathroom he took the time to look around your room. Your bed was in the far corner, and there were pictures of you and the team. One picture was of you and Quinn when he had scored, in overtime, after a tough game. The other pictures were of you and Jake, or your family.

When you came back from the bathroom you found Quinn already changed into his sweatpants, and was laying in your bed. He playfully whistled when you started changing, and you just sent him a playful glare. He held up the blanket as you climbed into your bed, and you noticed he decided to go without a shirt.

“Wow aren’t I one lucky girl.” you teased him as you ran your hand up and down his bare chest.

“You know I like to think of myself as one lucky guy. I mean I have the cutest girl feeling me up right now!” Quinn laughed into your ear and then kissed your cheek. You don’t why but all of this just felt right. Having him here in your bed, felt like it was always supposed to happen. You talked about everything under the sun as you cuddled. his hand was rubbing, soft, light-feathered circles on your back. You felt so loved. No one has ever made you feel the way Quinn does.

“Quinn?” you whispered into the darkness.

“Yes darling?” he answered back.

“I love you.” you professed. You felt his breathing and hand falter. At that moment you were sure that you stopped breathing as well. The world even felt as if it had stopped spinning.

“I love you too.” Quinn whispered as if you would break if he talked louder than that.

“I have since I met you.” He confessed as he looked down at you. You could barely see him in the dark, but you shot yourself up to give him a kiss. The kiss was passionate, not the passionate like when you were just fucking around, but passionate in the way that told you how much he loved you.

You reached down and pulled his sweatpants down, he wasn’t wearing any boxers. Quinn pushed your shorts, along with your panties, to the ground. You managed to get everything off your legs. Before pushing you down onto the bed, you discarded your shirt. When you both were completely nude Quinn took charge. With him holding your arms on top of your head, he ground his hips into yours. Then when he felt you were wet enough he slipped his hard, throbbing dick into you. Quinn took his time, pushing in and out of you. You were a moaning mess. Nothing was fast about this. It was all slow and loving. Hidden emotions were coming out. Hidden emotions of love and pining. Quinn and you come together.

After Quinn got out of bed he came back with a damp rag, and gently cleaned you up. Crawling back into bed with you he never let go of your hands. You both slept with a new sense of purpose. And when you woke up the next morning you told him how much you would love to go back to Orlando and stay with him and his family. You fell in love with Quinn Hughes and wasn’t going to let him go anytime soon.

finished.

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oftenderweapons · 3 years

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Hi!! I need to not forget to leave this idea with a trusted author so I’ve chosen to slide into ur asks w this very nsfw thing: Joon using a dick pump and vixen using a pussy pump. Simultaneously. Then having sex. That is all! I just wanted to share this with someone that could find use of it 😭

Hello, it's officially Joonsday and we're big time celebrating (sorry for the ugly banner I'm on a road trip with the fam) lessgooooooo

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (Vixen)

Wordcount: 3.5k words

Genre: smut? Pwp? Established relationship? Yes.

Warning: 18+ y'all better be adults if you're going to read this.

Trigger warnings: clearly, swearing, dick pump, pussy pump, vibrating cockring (it's becoming quite the thing for these two???) cumplay (he cums on her chest), creampie, unprotected sex (use CONDOMS PLEASE), DDLG (daddy) kink, making out, touch deprivation (? Kinda?), experimenting, mentions of oral, mentions of exhibitionism/voyeurism.

Here's my masterlist and enjoy 💜✨

Beta read by the one and only super patient golden-hearted wife, @joheunsaram

******

It was past nine pm when Namjoon entered the apartment, his eyes immediately focusing on your frame curled up on the sofa, under your chunky knit blanket. He needed to get you a pet.

You loved Moni, but he couldn't have him at his place that often since he was more of his family's dog than his.

He should get you something fluffy. Something that matched your personality. Like a toy poodle. Or a corgi.

No, a corgi wasn't fluffy enough…

He was sure he would find something suitable in a shelter. Maybe a cat? Something to keep you company.

Tutting, he shook his head as his mind wandered, trying to distract him from the panic he had been going through only a couple minutes ago. He reminded himself his current anxiety was due to surprising you with an unexpected gift, so he realised that launching himself into planning another surprise — a permanent one — was maybe not the smartest move.

Kneeling beside you, he touched his lips to your temple. “Hello, Vixen,” he spoke gently, his private voice making your eyes open, your arm reaching out of the blanket to hold him to yourself.

“Hi, baby. Did you eat? Tell me they fed you.”

He smiled. “Yeah. I grabbed dinner with Yoongi in the studio.”

You nodded and nuzzled up closer, kissing his neck sensually. “Wake me up?”

He chuckled. “Needy, baby?”

You nodded and frowned. “I'm getting my period in two days. You know I get needy.”

His knowing smile shifted to a loving one. “I know.” He looked at your face for a couple seconds, just taking in every detail. The fullness of your lips and the slight blush on your cheeks, the way you looked puffy after sleep, so soft and delicate and all his.

Oh so his.

Not falling into your temptation was almost a crime. Especially as you stretched your neck, lips lingering just one millimeter away from his.

“Ask, love.” His voice was gravelly against your face.

You looked away and relaxed your shoulders, not realising you had arched up towards him. In return he chuckled and ran the tip of his nose against your cheek. “You don’t like asking, mh?” His lips were velvety against your cheekbone. “Poor little fox.” You turned just in time for his mouth to meet yours, letting him have your sweetest whimper as his hand cupped the back of your neck, holding you. “I have a question for you, babylove.”

You stopped and backed an inch, looking him in the eye. “What kind of question?”

He sat up straight. “It makes me a bit nervous because this is not how we do it normally and… I feel like I went someplace uncharted without you and I’m a bit disoriented.”

You sat up too, feeling the nerves in his tone as he started talking faster, stuttering over his words a little.

“I… We usually shop together but I wanted to try this and I thought… I mean, we don’t have to do this and we can do this alone, or together, or… Or not do this at all or you can use this while I’m away and you need—”

“Joon,” you interrupted him, a hand on his shoulder as you tried to calm him down. “Hold on a second, darling.”

He shut his mouth and took a deep breath through his nose.

“You were shopping, correct?” you asked, trying to find reason in madness. He nodded. “What did you get? Toys, I assume?”

“Yes,” he replied calmly.

“Okay. Show me and then we can talk this out if you’d like.” You knew Namjoon’s brain tended to go a thousand miles a second, so you tried to limit the damage.

He stood and came back with a large box and scissors, opening the package. “It’s kinda scary at the beginning but… I think the final result is not that bad.”

“If that’s a furry mask I’m gonna scream and not in a good way,” you joked, trying to ease away the tension.

“Come on, we discussed that already. Hard no. No shaming, though.”

“No shaming,” you repeated, watching him open the lid and take another box out. “Oh my god.”

He looked at you, trying to interpret your reaction. “Good? Bad? Maybe?”

“Why would you make it… bigger? How do you even think I can handle bigger?” You stared at the… the thing and tried to wrap your brain around that.

“It’s not about getting bigger, it’s about lasting more.”

“We have cockrings for that!” you exclaimed, almost outraged. If anything perplexed and worried. Was he trying to break you? Send you to the ER? Because you much preferred saving yourself the embarrassment. “You’re gonna break me.”

He nodded and put the box away. “Okay, sorry.” He wasn’t even disappointed. After all he did know you were a tight fit on him and no matter how much he would stretch you, there were high chances of you getting hurt, and he obviously didn’t want that.

“No, no hold on,” you said as you realised your first reaction had been fear. “We can do that. Just not… Let’s say we can use that but the final goal is not penetration.”

Namjoon nodded. “That’s what I was thinking too. Plus, we could use that ring for buffering.”

“Yes,” you agreed. “And that should make you feel like… Like I’m sucking all of you, right?”

Namjoon halted for a second. “I don’t know, but that wouldn’t be the point.” He still remembered that one time you had almost had a breakdown because you couldn’t take more than a couple inches of him in your mouth. Since then, he had set the lowest bar in your sex life: not making you cry because you couldn’t deepthroat him. Somehow he was still traumatised by the memory. “It’s just a matter of giving you multiples, Vixen. Just that, Or fucking you feral, however you prefer to put it.”

You nodded.

“Plus it’s more of a… joined fantasy, actually,” he confessed, blushing and looking down.

So there were more surprises in that box. “Define?”

He took one more box out of the larger one. “It looks scarier than it is. It’s also, sort of… convoluted.”

You stared at the second toy, arching an eyebrow at it. “I don’t like things that keep your hands off me.”

“I know,” he reassured you, immediately touching your knee as a way to comfort you. “I know it, babylove. But this doesn’t mean my hands won’t be touching your body.”

Absentmindedly you nodded. “You want to try those now?”

He tipped his head from side to side in a so-and-so motion. “Only if you want to. We can wait till you get more acquainted with the idea.”

You thought about it for a second. “Those… devices technically mean no foreplay.”

“Well, they do the foreplay while we…” He hadn’t thought that far.

“We’ll just make out,” you said, standing up and grabbing your half of the kit. “Let’s take them out and wash them.”

Namjoon grabbed the other half and followed you. In your bathroom, you took out the toys, quickly scanning the instructions while he threw himself at his new object of interest, grabbing the toy soap and lathering everything in foam. “No reading?”

“It’s pretty easy,” he replied, rubbing everything thoroughly before rinsing and drying the tube. “I’ll read while I wait for you.”

He let the toy dry on the ledge and undressed, by now barely shy about walking around naked as he entered the shower and scrubbed himself clean with quick, brief strokes. In a bunch of minutes, you were sitting on the bed, reading the instructions of his device before he rolled down beside you, a towel around his waist. You were lounging in your panties and one of his shirts, his face already skimming the side of your thigh. “Come down here, miss Fox. Studying won’t get you straight As in this one.”

You chuckled and grabbed some lube. “Will you allow me the honour?”

Namjoon licked his lip and undid his towel, arching an eyebrow as he realised he already had a semi.

“Is it for the toy or the ‘fucking the class’s best student’ fantasy?” you teased him, pouring some cold lubricant on him in revenge.

“It’s all about having the sexiest girlfriend in the universe,” he flattered you, his hand squeezing your ass as you straddled him and grabbed the toy.

“You know you’re crazy for this, right?”

He nodded. “That makes two of us since you’re playing along.”

“Suck your dick,” you replied, saccharine sweet as you placed his cock into the plastic tube of the penis pump.

“Not when you’re so much better at that,” he cooed back, hissing a little once you pressed the base against his pelvis excessively hard — call it revenge. You studied the mechanism for starting to increase the pressure inside the cylinder. “Okay, fuck, it’s hot. I love the lube. Slippery.”

You appreciated the feedback. “Tighter?”

“Nah, hold on. We can tighten it later.” He bit his lip. “It’s very good. But… A bit cold.”

You stretched to his face and pushed his hair back. “I’ll warm it up next time. Sorry baby.” You kissed his lips, pampering him a little. He had looked so stressed earlier. And so eager too. He had to be both worried and excited about this. “My big bear,” you murmured, watching him melt for you. After all he was nothing but a tough looking boy with a gooey heart. “You were so nervous about this, huh?”

He nodded and caught your hand, holding it in his. “I love you,” he said with his million dollar smile, his eyes dreamy, his dimple shining on his face.

“I love you too, Joonie bear,” you murmured at him, your affection causing him to slip into the most peaceful of states. Yes, he felt like his dick was being squeezed and sucked, but he mostly felt entirely enamoured with you.

“Please, can you wear the toy too?”

You smiled and nodded. “Would you like to help?”

He stretched to kiss you again. He wanted more kisses. It had been so long since the two of you just made out and he missed that sometimes, just the intimacy of laying side by side, making out without things necessarily heating up. Of course he also loved when you got on top of him mid-session and ground on his thigh until you crumbled against his shoulder.

He loved even more when your hand would graze his lower belly before tracing his erection through his trousers, cupping him and squeezing him until he needed your hand on his length.

But the idea of laying side by side and focusing solely on your face was something too inviting for that night.

He sat up, a bit uncomfortable at the thing between his legs. “This makes it kinda hard to move,” he realised before finding your pvc cup. “Get comfy, my love,” he murmured before kissing your knee, crawling lower. Your legs stayed closed as you placed your feet on his thighs before getting rid of your shirt, letting him stare at the hardened peaks of your breasts. “You're so fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, his hands tracing the outside of your thighs, his frame shifting and stretching until he could reach for your chest, his thumbs feeling your pebbled nipples.

That was before you put the sole of your foot around his neck, pushing him back a little.

He was mesmerised by the gesture, feeling his brain short circuit as arousal hit him.

Now that he was far enough, you lifted your legs and quickly got rid of your panties, Namjoon barely resisting the need to press his whole face against your folds.

“Feisty,” he murmured, placing the toy on you, checking for your reaction. “Does it fit right?”

You nodded. “I'm tiny, it takes a bit more than it should but that's okay as long as it doesn't come off.”

He started pumping some pressure, still looking at your face to spot any discomfort.

“I think that's tight enough for now.”

He nodded and laid down beside you. “You wanna watch porn?”

You thought about it for a second. “Nah.” You rolled to the side, only to feel the toy limit your comfort.

“Maybe a pillow will help?” he mused, passing it to you.

“It feels strange. Static. Dry… Aseptic.”

He nodded. “Not a great feeling.” He also placed a pillow between his knees before cupping the back of your head and scooting closer to you. “Hi,” he whispered, breaking into a large smile.

“Hi,” you whispered back, joining your lips.

You didn't know how long you kissed, only that his hands were everywhere, rubbing your back, on your ass, pulling you closer, then pushing you back a little as he tried to massage your breasts, next tightening the pressure on your pussy pump.

“This good?” he asked, his lips already kissing the sweet spot below your ear. It made you purr and try to throw your leg over his, realising a minute too late that you couldn’t grind on him.

You made a disappointed little sound, Namjoon’s hands cupping your face and smoothening the frown on your brow with his thumbs. “It’s okay, little fox. Focus on me, babylove.”

With the most vulnerable expression, you brushed your lips to his as the tip of your nose played with his, his face glowing with a sudden bright smile before he drew a line of tiny smooches from your forehead to your chin. “I know, baby.”

“I don’t like this,” you whined, hiding your face into his neck. “I can’t feel you.”

He held you closer. “Would you like to take it off?” His hands were skimming every inch of your naked skin, soothing you.

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” you mewled weakly, feeling ashamed of the statement.

“You’re not disappointing me, ____. We’re doing this to know if we like it, my angel.” He caressed your hair.

“I can do this, I just need to get used to the lack of touching.”

“I know it’s a delicate topic for you. You can take it off and grind on me if you want,” he reassured you.

You found his pump mechanism and asked, “Do you want it tighter?”

He hummed and nodded.

You didn’t last much longer after that, mostly because Namjoon knew he was tiptoeing around a soft limit of yours and he could feel you were already vulnerable. He knew a couple tears would come after your orgasm, your body too emotionally challenged for you not to release all the tension in crying.

“Let’s take this off,” he whispered into your ear, the pressure on him too tight, almost unbearable after fifteen minutes with the pump on, three of which on the highest setting. He would make a mess of you. He knew it already. “I'm gonna cum a lot,” he said with a half-embarrassed chuckle.

“Is that an issue?” you mused, blocking his hand as he tried to remove your pump. “I… I want you to cum on me.” It was easier to say after all this time. He was almost used to it. The following request however was unusual. “On my chest.”

He nodded. “Are you sure?”

“I want you to distract me. I want to keep the toy, just distract me from it.” You bat your lashes at him. “Please.”

In his mind, he had opposed your idea for maybe half a second. “Okay. But I want you to use your safeword if need be.”

After he ascertained you remembered it, he waited for your approval on him straddling your waist, your hands immediately touching him, starting from the base and pulling to the tip, a thick blob of precum helping you as both your palms started massaging him.

“You’re so damn good at this,” he praised you. “You’re such a good girl to me.”

You glowed at the compliment, starting to stroke him more powerfully. “Thank you, daddy.”

“You’re welcome, little one,” he replied sweetly before a grunt left his lips, his body waving a little before he propped himself up with one hand. “If you keep it up, I’ll be covering your tits in cum in seconds, Vixen.”

“Isn’t that our goal?” you asked with faux naivety, noticing the way he was starting to swell.

While you angled his cock downwards, to your stomach, he placed a hand under your jaw. He wouldn’t want your face to get accidentally dirty. That was the last conscious act he did before he felt his balls tighten a bit more than earlier, a strong spurt of his semen landing on your neck, the second one between your breasts, and then a third on your left breast, your nipple peaked and glazed in his cum as he slowly came down from an unstoppable high.

“Thank you, daddy,” you said again, truly thankful for the vision of him braced over you, completely ecstatic, head thrown back as he roared in pleasure, his throat beautifully exposed.

Too bad you couldn’t put your mouth on it.

It took him a full minute to come back to reality, and when he did, he inevitably noticed that he was still hard and you were still unbelievably horny right below him.

“Joon?” you called.

“Yes, Vixen?”

“Do you think you can slip your cock inside me and make me cum with a vibrator on my clit?” Your request was posed curtly, efficiently, almost as if you were asking him how a telescope works.

He rose from his half slumber at that. “Sure about the vibrator?”

You nodded. “The mild one, you know. The one from your ring.”

He thought about it for a millisecond before kissing your forehead. “You’re a blessing”. He thought it even more as a cascade of chuckles left your mouth. He took off your pump, a tiny bit distracted by the need to suck on your wet nipple, to draw a hickey where your neck had been stained by his orgasm. Next he slipped in, slowly, whimpering at the way your cunt was soaked and puffy and full. “You feel so fucking incredible?”

“Different from usual?” you wondered, a tiny gasp leaving your mouth as he settled.

“Just very sensitive. Like round three at six in the morning,” he explained, you humming in understanding.

“It feels a bit like that actually, now that I think of it.” You laid back while he pressed the tip of the vibrator to your chest, collecting some slickness before bringing the toy to your clit and switching it on.

Your reaction was immediate. “I am sensitive,” you exclaimed before squealing, your inner walls contracting and Namjoon shifting a little. It was the combo of fullness and clitoral stimulation that made you come apart in three minutes. And then again, five minutes later.

Namjoon was shocked. After the second orgasm, he just pulled out and wore the ring, fucking you in earnest. Your usually difficult third high rolled around like nothing, Namjoon reaching his climax together with you.

He thought he was done but apparently not yet, his back on the mattress while you ground on him, taking a pause from the vibrations before placing them on the highest setting and riding him, sliding back and forth. You knew he preferred it when you bounced, but his hands led you on a rolling motion until you collapsed forward, too exhausted to cry out, just shivering in his arms, trembling as your muscles succumbed in fatigue.

“Goodness,” you exhaled once all toys were out of the picture, your body laying on top of Namjoon’s while you slipped his cock back inside you, enjoying the easy connection coming from the gesture.

“What a night,” he agreed. You were both sticky and needed a shower, but first he needed to make sure you were okay emotionally. And cockwarming was specifically what you both needed. “How are you?”

“Tired,” you replied straight away. “Very fucking in love with you.”

“Language,” he reminded you before holding you closer. The shivering wasn’t stopping.

“Let’s take a bath, mh? You’re shivering. You need to relax.” He rubbed your back energetically before massaging your thighs. “You did amazing, babylove.” He cuddled you some more, staying quiet for a minute before asking, “Do you still not like the toys?”

You shrugged. “Can we talk about that later? I’m not ready yet,” you replied, still too biased about the experience to give judgement.

He nodded. “Sure thing, little fox. Come on, to the bathroom.”

“To the bathroom,” you agreed with a yawn.

Namjoon smiled. He loved aftercare baths. But he loved you more.

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