#the room in the bathroom caught me SO off guard when I played the game again when i was older

[queen0fm0nsterz]

As an avid little nightmares enthusiast, what are your serious beliefs on the often overlooks Wax Bellman? Any theories or headcanons?

Frankly? I don't really have anything.

Don't get me wrong -- I find it very sweet that the fandom has always tried to involve him into the fan content, making him part of the crew of the Maw even though he was cut in the end. Considering how involved he was in the marketing of the game up until 2016 we have good reason to believe that the guy was also beloved by the crew; he must have been a "last second" cut.

(Pictures from the previously mentioned con.)

His situation is really a sad one because it would have been awesome to have him run around in the game. Would have made the runtime longer.

HOWEVER! His presence is still tangible in the Maw, in spite of him being gone. This is something I will gladly get into: bring little details to light is something I am very fond of doing.

We see him directly in a couple of paintings owned by the Lady, both in the Residence and in her own quarters. She has a habit of keeping pictures of her employees; this is a good indicator that he was on the Maw during her reign. Might be an obvious statement, but you never know with the Maw... In all of these instances, he is found hanging by his neck; considering his jack in the box is also in a room where a Nome is swinging aggressively on a lamp attached to a long wire, the "cord around neck" part is a prominent aspect of this character.

((This is, most likely, one of the reasons why they ultimately cut him out. I cannot imagine how hard it would be to animate a guy walk around with a cord around his neck all the time. Adding to that, his face looks hard to model and keep consistent, so that's a point against him as well.))

Keeping his profession in mind, one could really call him a dog on a leash. A bellman is a person who helps the guests carry their luggage inside their place of residence and shares information about the establishment and its services. From what we can discern from the first painting, we can also see that this particular Bellman was also the one in charge of the booking and the tickets, so doing check ins and things of the like.

Generally, he'd be the one to look after the Guests more closely, which lines up with the traces of him we are left with...

You see, in the 2016 con, the Wax Bellman was shown hiding behind a two-way mirror. He could only be seen once the light was turned on, on his side of the mirror. Meaning that the two way mirror we see in LN 1 is most likely one of the places he would have resided in.

That in itself is not too obscene considering the other customs of the Maw, but the mirror is in a bathroom. And he has a chair. With toilet paper.

... Yeah, uh. Very interesting, Tarsier Studios! 😁👍🏻

About Tarsier Studios, actually! This ask reminded me of something they said in regards to the Ferryman and the Wax Bellman. A few years back, LN twitter referred to the Bellman as "Ferryman"; for this reason, it was believed for a while that the two characters were either the same person, or that one replaced the other in the lore. This was confirmed to not be the case!

(From this awesome interview! I suggest you go listen to it, because this screenshot is hard to read + it reveals a LOT of Maw lore!)

So we can finally put a stone on this lost soul. He is lost to time, but never forgotten. Keep the fan content of him coming!

#little nightmares #ln meta #the wax bellman #the bellhop #ln bellhop #ln wax bellman #ln the lady #the lady #the lady ln #the ferryman #ln the ferryman #the ferryman ln #{hes kind of a weirdo tbh #strange guy ong #and yk its something when I say hes weird #the room in the bathroom caught me SO off guard when I played the game again when i was older #THE TOILET PAPER ESPECIALLY LIKE😭 WILDDDDD #a friend of mine dubbed this the 《wanking room》 and i fucking hate it #anyway. uh. yeah the Maw is definitely a place that exists}

[bigboysfalldeep]

My first skin suit

For a while now, I've been visiting a local tennis court to watch handsome men run around in tight, short shorts, groaning with every swing, just to play ball.

Most of the people were pretty cute, but no one compared to Jake.

He would be there every Sunday and Wednesday to play against the same ol' guys, week after week. I figured they don't really know each other; they would never really talk, just chitchat during the match about the match.

Even though I never talked to him, I kind of knew he was an awful prick. Every game was the same. He would enter the court and play for a couple of minutes before discarding his pretty tight shirt to the side, exposing his well-formed physique. His shorts were barely able to contain his member, and it was visible most of the time.

This made him the center of attention every time—he was handsome, well-trained, and had a pretty smile. Jake was completely aware of this as well, and he made sure that not only every woman's but every man's eyes were on him only.

He wasn't a bad player either; his groans echoed across the field with every swing. He was quick on his feet and possessed talent and prowess as well.

I was so fucking envious, and it felt like he knew. At times, he would look at the crowd, flexing his abs, arms, and thighs for anyone to look at.

During my nightly web surfing, I stumbled across a, at first, weird-looking site. It was a doctor selling a special serum—an injection—to create special skin suits. The site promised a fast but high-quality result. Still, $1000 was a lot of money for me for something that might be just a scam.

But then I remembered all the times Jake was teasing his audience, showing off his pretty body, and that's when I made the decision to try it out.

What could possibly go wrong?

My package arrived two weeks later, and I was surprised at how good it looked. Also, there were multiple shots of the serum included with a personal note.

"Starterkit for your new collection."

I read the instructions, which told me there are three kinds of serums. The first one—the most important one—was to create the suit. The second one was to finish putting on the suit, and lastly, the third one was to get out of the suit.

This made me excited, and I wanted to try it.

The next Wednesday, I went to the tennis court again, and of course, Jake was already there—his beautiful chest exposed, of course.

With the serum inside my bag, I hid inside the bathroom—a tiny yet secluded kind of room with multiple stalls. I watched him use the bathroom so many times after two rounds of tennis. Like all of us, he was just a creature of habit.

Someone opened the door, and I peeked through the stall door. It was Jake who went straight to the urinal. He groaned as he pissed and kept running a hand across his sweaty chest—fuck, so hot.

He stretched his neck and walked over to the sink, looking at himself through the mirror—the opportunity to strike.

Jake wasn't able to see me; he was too busy admiring his own reflection. I caught him off guard, covered his mouth with my hand, pulled him back, and injected him right away.

He screamed into the palm of my hand and tried to fight me off, but the serum incapacitated him in mere seconds. Still, I pulled him back into my hiding place, locked the stall, sat down, and embraced him in a tight hug.

I never imagined holding a handsome man like Jake in my arms—fuck, I got hard right away. He kept breathing slowly, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, while I tenderly stroked his cheek again and again. His skin was sweaty yet so soft, and his scent was so damn delicious.

As his breathing got lighter, I started to stroke his firm chest; his nipples and pecs were so hard, just like his abs. It was a sensational feeling. But somehow, I felt his body deflating slowly.

The serum was actually working.

I ran my hand down his chest again and again before my eyes fell on his huge junk hidden inside his shorts. I grabbed him firmly through the fabric of his shorts—so hard, so good. But at the same time, all of him flattened rapidly.

After a minute, his shorts slid down his thighs and dropped to the cold bathroom floor. All that was left of this handsome, thick bloke was a rubber-like, skin-tight suit.

The kit included a sharp knife, which I used to open up the new skin suit for the very first time. Slowly, I stripped and discarded my old clothes on the floor behind me; there was no use for them anyway.

Then, I grabbed him by his shoulders and held him in front of me, like a tailored suit just made for me.

My own member was tenting visibly; I still couldn't believe this actually worked.

Carefully, I stepped into his legs; my own were barely able to fill his thick thighs and calves. It was a weird yet amazing feeling. This suit smelled, looked, and felt like Jake, yet I was able to simply step inside it.

It felt like putting on my biker leather suit. I loved how tight he was and how his skin dragged over my own. Even though he was slightly ill-fitting. He was a little bigger and much bulkier than me, after all.

Even though my cock was nearly fully erect, it wasn't enough to fill this suit, and that made me chuckle—he was packing.

The next thing I did was put his upper body on, one arm at a time. I slipped inside him, barely reaching his finger tips, and my arms were way too thin to fill him.

Lastly, I put his face on like a mask before I pulled the second serum out of my bag.

"Here we go."

I injected myself and felt the effect right away: my whole body was shaking, my head was spinning, and my stomach was twisting and turning. However, it actually worked: my body enlarged itself to fill Jake completely.

My arms, thighs, and chest grew bigger with every deep breath I took. This made me stroke myself and my chest again and again; it just felt soooo good.

I let out an audible moan, and to my surprise, I heard Jake's deep, manly voice. Using his hands and his fingertips to touch my new skin felt amazing. My body was tingling, almost tickling my inner self, and this made me chuckle again, using Jake's beautiful voice.

Shivers ran down my entire back once my head was flooded with serotonin, making me feel so fucking good. A side effect of the serum was to make the subject feel no pain, just pleasure.

My new member grew so hard so quick, and I needed to hold back releasing myself just now. I started touching myself, one hand at my junk, the other following my new firm 'jawline. Feeling my stubbly moustache made things worse, however.

"Fuck." I groaned, steading myself against the door in front of me, as it took all my strength to not cum right there. "So good." Instinctively, however, I started to jerk off, starting off softly and slowly at first, but my hand basically moved on its own.

After mere seconds, after edging on for a while, I came the first time through my new skin suit, covering the door with my precious cream. The release felt so good, and for a while, I just enjoyed the moment.

Loving my new scent, I smelled my own pits deeply. Damn, this was so fucking good. At the same time, my dick was still pulsating. Just touching myself made me leak some more, as all of me was acting purely on instinct.

I grabbed myself, touched myself, moaned, and groaned until a noise from outside snapped me out of this state of pure blissful trance. I needed to hurry up a bit.

Then, I got dressed again, leaving my old clothes behind. I just put on his tight underwear, shorts, and shoes. They suited me so well.

I stepped outside the stall and caught a glimpse of my new face. Damn, I was beautiful.

"I can't believe it worked." I groaned deeply, touching myself, my chest, and my junk once again. I grabbed my bag and Jake's old stuff and licked my lips. With one last look in the mirror, I winked at myself and left the bathroom.

It was time to go home and explore my new acquisition.

#male body swap #male body suit #male meat suit #male skin suit #male body switch #male tf #identity theft #male shapeshift #male transformation

[lovinenha]

enhypen hyung-line shower sex drabbles

warnings. smut, shower sex, pervert jake

that’s all the warnings i can think of atm so lemme know if i’ve missed any!

authors note. 200 almost 300 followers, special drabble!!! this took so long and for what but i just finished this instead of one of my final assignments.

Heeseung

Soapy boobs? Soapy boobs. Heeseung wants to fuck you anytime anywhere but seeing the photo you sent of your tits covered in bubbles, the sprint from the practice room to your apartment had never felt longer. He stormed into the bathroom barely taking all his clothes off before stepping into the shower, “And what do I owe the pleasure of you joining me Hee?”

He glares into your eyes before reaching down to your still soapy chest, “You know what you did.” He plays around with your tits as he kisses you harshly, pressing you into the wall by your throat. When he finally pulls away there’s a trail of spit coming from your mouth as he wipes it away he pushes his thumb into your mouth. You moan at the action when he whispers “For your little stunt im gonna fuck your tits okay darling?” It wasn’t a question.

He slowly lowers you down to your knees, his cock resting on his abdomen, you’re still looking up at him as you push your tits together and he starts to fuck them. It wasn’t too long before he pulled away, “Fuck wait a second,” he quickly grabs the soap you use and lathers your tits creating the soapy look from the photo.

“Fuck thats more like it, keep going darling.” He doesn’t last too much longer, the friction from the soap and your boobs making it hard for him to stay sane. His hand grips your chin making you look up at him as he groans and cums all over your chest when you make eye contact. His hand is still connected to your jaw, you stand back up and pull him into a kiss, “So that’s a yes for more photos of me in the shower?”

Jay

“Why won’t you let me suck you off.” You almost demanded it from your boyfriend. Jay has never let you suck or jerk him off. It's always he’s pleasuring you or you start touching him and within two seconds you’re on all fours being pounded. So you had a plan to sneak up on him in the shower. It sounded simple enough but he’s way stronger than you so you knew you had to make it good. You slowly creep into the shower behind him and hug him from behind startling him.

He grabs your hand that rests on his stomach, “Don’t do that baby,” he whines his hands caressing yours. You rub your face into his back and tell him about how bad your day was and for him to tell you about his. As he talks, your hands slowly wander down towards his dick. His voice wavers for a moment before stopping “What do you think you’re doing baby.” You pull yourself off him and he turns around to you.It was time to pull out the big guns.

“Jay, I told you my day was horrible. The only thing that could make it better is if you let me jerk you off right now.” you whine at him putting on the best show before he let out a sigh. Finally a win. He drops his hand and you grab him by the waist leaving little to no room between you to start stroking him. Little by little you edge jay closer.

He puts both hands on the wall behind your head trapping you into a kiss as you continue stroking him. He whispers into your mouth “I'm gonna cum.” You get down onto your knees not missing the opportunity for his cum in your mouth. He slaps his cock against your tongue as he cums, filling your mouth.

Jake

“You know you don’t have to sneak outside my shower anymore right baby?” When you and Jake were just roommates he thought he was stealthy enough that he could watch you shower and you wouldn’t notice. You noticed every time. Although you played dumb because it was cute at first, the more it went on and on and he still didn’t end up asking to fuck you caught you off guard. You thought because of him being a shower perv he might just fess up that he liked you but alas Jake played the long dumb game of “I don’t like you, we’re just roommates”.

Until one day you caught him in the act. You can remembered he looked so cute fucking into his hand with his eyes closed and suddenly took his hand off. This was the perfect opportunity for you to reach out and continue jerking him off. He was scared shitless by the reaction so hilarious to you as he jumped away from behind the shower trying to cover himself up as he gawked at you. Before you knew if the two of you were fucking in the shower, on the sink, on the wall. Name it and you’ve had sex there.

Jake sometimes likes to recreate the past by perving on you in the shower. “Come here you perv.” You say dragging him inside and into a kiss. His hand runs up and down your body as you soak in the water. His hands push you against the wall, the water running down you both as he slowly fucks into you. Cautiously lifting your leg around his waist before roughly fucking you against the wall. Let’s just say your neighbour knows his name.

Sunghoon

You and Sunghoon showering together was a normal occurrence. Whether it be a bad day at work for you or a late night for him at dance practice, you two could come together for a short time before doing it all over again tomorrow. They’re normally relaxing, you wash his hair, he washes your body but sometimes, just sometimes he swears, he needs to jerk off. It’s not his fault you’re beautiful especially as the water runs down your body the soap suds from where his hands have run all over your body are barely there.

Just whenever you turn around to wash your hair facing away from him. As you soap up your hair he watches the water drop down your body and he takes in the view of your ass as suddenly he’s hard. They’re quick strokes. He's kinda embarrassed that you washing your hair has turned him on this much. it’s not until he’s close enough to the edge that you turn around and see him, “Are you seriously jerking off right now, i’m washing my hair,” his eyes pull the best desperate look he can muster before you roll your eyes.

Maybe in other people's relationships that would mean no, go away, you’re annoying me. While sometimes you wish it did in yours but you let Sunghoon push you against the tiles as he fucks his cock against your body. His tip barely grinding against you, the lewd scene isn’t that terrible until you meet his eyes for the second time. Somehow they’re even more desperate than before drooping, down to look all over your body as he jerks his hips and lets out small whimpers.

The one hand that steadies himself on you is gripping your breast, his head lays on your shoulder as he whispers “I'm gonna cum, please, can I come?” you think about it for a minute or two sunghoon lets out a louder whine this time before you let him cum all over you. His voice breaks, his grip on you feels harder as he releases all over your stomach. He takes deep breaths before looking up at you again and kissing you whispering into your mouth thank yous.

You wait till he’s almost recovered before your hand slaps his ass and it lets out a squelch from the water “Alright shows over wash my hair.” He lets out a laugh before turning you around and washing the suds out.

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[muwapsturniolo]

✯EX For A Reason✯

summary: y/n realizes that Chris still has feelings for Dessi despite being in a relationship with him for two years

warnings: cheating, lying, fighting. auto vandalization, blood.

PT1 MWW1

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"Lord you know how hard it is, dealing with the pain day to day over one man." y/n mumbles to herself as she lifts herself off the wall. She was currently at a party with her boyfriend of 2 years, and his brothers.

It was one of the triplets' close friend's birthday parties, meaning people she didn't know were there. The one person she does know but has never talked to is Dessi.

Chris's ex.

Currently, Chris was in the corner talking to Dessi, laughing as if the girl had never done him wrong. Y/n gives him the benefit of the doubt. Like she said, Dessi had done Chris dirty, dragged him to hell and back. Y/n was the one that had to lift him up and show him love again. Instead of being dramatic and popping off, she decides to get another drink. She knows Dessi will never amount to her, Chris would never leave her for Dessi.

A few days later, Y/n was lying in Chris's bed, waiting for him to get out of the shower. As she was waiting, Chris's phone was blowing up, ringing back to back with calls and texts.

"Who the fuck is that?" She mumbles in irritation. She snatches the phone from the nightstand. Looking at the notification bar, she sees Dessi's name with a heart next to it. She wants to go through the phone so bad, wanting to know why his ex is blowing up his phone. She eyes the bathroom door before unlocking the device. She goes to the messages and she's in disbelief.

Chris and Dessi have been texting.

For weeks.

The shower stops and she quickly puts the phone back where it was, relaxing back into the bed. Chris walks into the room, sweatpants hanging low on his waist. He's quick to lay on the bed, cuddling up to Y/n.

"You ever think about Dessi?" Chris snaps his head up, the question catching him off guard. "What the hell? Why would yo-Is she ever on your mind? Be honest." She watches Chris with hard eyes as he sits up. She knows he's going to lie to her like every guy does when they get caught up.

"N-No! I never think about her! Why are you asking me?" She notices how his eyes dart towards his phone. She scoffs and picks up the phone slamming it to his chest. Chris winces at the impact, wishing he put on a shirt. "Don't fucking play with me Chris! I'm not playing any games! Why the fuck are you texting and calling that bitch?!"

"S-She just wanted to tal-I don't give a fuck!" By now Y/n is yelling, leaving Chris nervous and concerned. "That bitch treated you like shit and broke you down! She's your ex for a reason, I give absolutely no fuck about what she wanted to talk to you about!" Chris has never seen Y/n this angry, it's honestly scary.

"Y-You're right! I'm sorry! I'll tell her to leave me alone." He attempts to calm her down, not wanting this to blow up more than it already has. "You fucking better! Cause if yall keep trying me I'm beating everybody's ass! Tell that bitch she better understand the consequences 'cause I'm not above spinning the block Chris, I'm not fucking playing!"

"Ok, ok! I'm sorry! Please just calm down! I'll tell her tomorrow let's just relax." He pleads, rubbing on Y/n's arms. It works, she calms down and settles back into the bed.

But little did she know, he was lying.

The calls and texts didn't stop, in fact, Chris never told Dessi to stop.

"That Bitch is just mad because Chris moved on and you got him in the end," Lani states firmly

"I just don't understand why he even bothered to speak with her! Like does he not know you don't play that shit and never have? I remember when you popped off on Jason!"

"I'm trying not to act like that with him. I don't like acting out, but I swear he's going to bring it out of me." Lani shakes her head, not liking what her friend is going through at all. Suddenly Y/n's phone rings and she picks it up.

"Hey Ma- Oh fuck..." Y/n frowns hearing Matt's words. Lani turns to her and mouths "Who is it?"

Y/n puts the phone on speaker and answers Matt, "Matt what's going on?"

She hears shuffling before Nick's voice is heard, "You know you're like a best friend to me right?" Lani and Y/n look at each other before she answers,

"Yeah?"

"Ok well me and Matt came home and saw a car parked in the driveway. We thought you got a new car, but you would never get a bright red car, I know you too well! So we come through the front door and we hear moaning..."

Y/n's heart falls to her stomach, not believing the words.

"And like, not to sound like a fucking creep, but I've heard you moaning and your shit is not that high pitched. Whoever it is could break fucking gla-Yall still at home?" Y/n cuts Nick off, her hands clenching the phone tightly.

"Yeah, we are outsi-I'm on my way. Don't go in that fucking house." She hangs up the phone, demanding Lani to drive to the triplet's house.

As they arrive, Y/n sees the bright red car in all its glory, sitting in the driveway. She recognizes the car from the party,

It's Dessi's.

She's hurt, feeling betrayed by the actions of Chris. She poured all this love and affection into him and this is how she is repaid?

Everyone gasps seeing her grab a rock and smash the windows of the red car. The car alarm goes off as she keeps vandalizing the vehicle. "Y/n stop!" Matt yells in panic, he can't believe Nick and Lani are laughing at this. Suddenly the front door opens, Chris and Dessi running out.

Chris stops seeing everyone in the front yard.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Dessi screams seeing her beaten-up car. She moves forward and pushes Y/n away. The two girls get into a screaming match, pushing each other. Chris snaps out of his shock and runs towards them, pulling them apart and holding Y/n back. "Don't fucking touch me!' She screams pushing him away, not wanting his hands that were once on Dessi to touch her.

"Y/n calm down! You're being unreasonable!''

"I'm being unreasonable?! ain't no motherfuckin' to be reasonable! You decided to lie to me, and fuck your ex! I should slap the fuck outta you Chris! I should actually slap the both of y'all!" she barks.

"You're not gonna do shit to me!" Dessi screams back.

Y/n snaps her head back to Dessi, "bitch keep playing with me and imma snap!"

"You're just mad that he was texting me and fucking me while you two were toge-"

Y/n blacks out.

She rushes forward, throwing a punch to Dessi's jaw. She falls to the ground and Y/n stands over her, throwing punches left and right. Everyone but Lani stands there in shock, they have never seen Y/n act like this. She's usually sweet and goofy, never this angry and aggressive.

But Lani knows how Y/n gets down. She's not the type to let anybody or any bitch punk her.

Dessi tries to fight back but it's no use, Y/n is overpowering her in every way. She grabs a handful of Dessi's hair and drags her across the driveway, landing palmed punches to the girl's face, "Stop fucking playing with me bitch!"

By now Dessi is crying, blood dripping from her nose.

Matt and Chris dart forward, finally having enough of this fight. Chris wraps his arms around Y/n's waist, trying to get her away as Matt tries to get Dessi away. Y/n continues to hold on to Dessi's hair, screaming profanities left and right.

They eventually separate the two girls, but not without Y/n ripping out some of Dessi's hair.

Dessi stands up, tears running down her face, "I'm pressing charges!"

"Do it then bitch! Ion give a fuck!" Y/n shouts back as Chris drags her inside the house. He slams the front door and holds her against it, preventing her from moving.

"Y/n stop ple-" Chris's head whips to the side.

Y/n had slapped him.

When he lifts his head to look at Y/n, he sees the tears forming in her eyes.

"I deserved that," he mumbles softly.

"You're damn right you did! You fucking cheated on me, and according to that bitch out there, it was more than once!" Chris says nothing.

"Why did you do it?"

silence.

"Fucking answer me Chris!" She screams.

"I-I don't know." His voice cracks. Y/n laughs, throwing her head back in disbelief. "I'm sorry ok, I really fucked up and I'm going to do my best to make it up to yo-You won't have the chance to make it up to me." She says with a straight face.

If it didn't already, his heart drops to his stomach. "W-What? Y/n please," he begs. He knows he fucked up big time, but he thought he could fix it. He thought he could make everything better.

"Come on, Please? Don't- don't do this." His hands begin to shake as his eyes burn from the salty water forming. "You made your bed, and now you're lying in it. I'm done. I have zero tolerance for it."

"Please Y/n, I-I love you!"

"No you don't. You love that I look like her."

Chris's mouth runs dry as she states a thought that has run through his head multiple times.

"You think I'm stupid Chris? The first time we met and fucked, you moaned her name. And you want to know the crazy part? You continued to do it!"

He looks away from her out of guilt.

She was right.

There were multiple times when the two were having sex he would accidentally moan Dessi's name. He tried to play it off, acting like he never said it. He thought it worked, Y/n never said anything.

Until now.

"And the crazy part is, her and I are vastly different! So no, you don't love me. But it's fine. I'm not going to give you any type of ultimatum, because I'm done."

She goes to open the door and leave, but Chris stops her, pulling her into a hug. "Y/n, please! I'm sorry I'm so so sorry!" Chris pleads, tears finally running down his face.

"Please, it won't happen again I'll make it up to you! I'll block her, I'll tell her it was a mistake! J-Just don't leave me!" Y/n gives him a look of pity and opens the door, walking out of the house and Chris's life.

Nick and Matt watch as the girl they started to consider a sister walks out of the house with a stoic face that doesn't match the tears in her eyes.

"Let's go Lani"

Lani throws a glare toward Dessi, before getting in the car with Y/n, and driving away.

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2nd post for muwap week !!!! kinda wanna make a part 3 but idk!!! let me know what yall think!!!

the next fic for muwap week is.......

✯bestfriends brother ft nick sturniolo✯

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[jjkamochoso]

Order Up!

Fluff

Feitan Portor x gn!reader

Feitan would do anything to keep you happy--including threatening a chef who messes up your order.

Warnings: mentions of violence and blood, some suggestive dialogue

"Feitan! Please, will you eat there with me?"

You and Feitan had been enjoying your free time without jobs lately. The last heist the whole Phantom Troupe was on had a huge payout meaning you could live more than comfortably for a while and you figured this was the best time to try the super fancy restaurant you had been eyeing ever since you stepped foot in the city you and your boyfriend were staying in. Feitan had his cowl pulled up but you could tell he was frowning.

"Why waste money? Good food for cheaper elsewhere."

You wore a pout, hoping to convince the stubborn man. "But it's our one chance to enjoy a nice date! We don't have opportunities like this often, you know."

Feitan couldn't disagree with that. There were times where you two had to survive on eating food from a trash can and now you were practically drowning in money. He still didn't like the idea of spending so much on something that wasn't tangible, though. He'd much rather save his money and steal you something nice that you could keep forever, like jewelry.

"I could wear that outfit you love so much," you suggested, turning on your charm the best you could. "What do you think, Fei?"

You heard him growl softly and you knew you broke his resolve.

"Fine. I take you there. Go get ready."

You couldn't contain your excitement as you gave him a quick hug and ran off to the shower in your hotel room. The person whose credit card you stole must've had deep pockets because you'd been staying here for about a month and haven't been kicked out yet. That, or Feitan tracked him down and killed him so he couldn't dispute the charges. Either way, it didn't matter to you since you were relishing the high life while you could. You took your time under the warm water, letting the smell of luxury soap wrap around you. When you were finished, you dried off with a big fluffy towel. As you applied lotion, you heard a knock on the bathroom door.

"Hurry up in there. I take shower too."

You were lucky Feitan couldn't see the shock on your face. He rarely showered and often had a scent of blood that trailed after him. This, of course, didn't bother you as you found him quite attractive in his greasy, metallic smelling state of being, but the fact that he wanted to show you he was taking this date seriously meant the world to you. You rubbed in the last of the lotion and put on your soft white bathrobe. It came with the hotel but it would definitely be leaving with you. You opened the door and hurried out of the way so Feitan could wash off. You let out a surprised gasp as his super fast reflexes caught you off guard, grabbing your hand before you could pass him by. His cowl and jacket were thrown on the floor and you were pulled into his t-shirt clad body, a rare moment of affection from the Spider.

"You smell yummy," he said, his nose rubbing against the crook of your neck, "I could just eat you for dinner instead."

"Feitan!" you whined, feeling your entire body heat up from his words. "As lovely as that sounds, we need actual food."

"Just one bite? A little taste?" he whispered, his razor sharp teeth grazing your now bare shoulder.

As much as you were enjoying this softer side of Feitan, you were getting to that restaurant in a timely fashion.

"Get into the shower or I'll throw you in the bathtub and scrub you like a dog."

He pulled away reluctantly, grey eyes ablaze with something less reminiscent of love and more akin to the blood lust of a predator toying with its prey. Whatever it was, you knew you wouldn't be leaving any time soon if you kept playing into his game.

"Go," you said sternly, pointing to the open bathroom door and pulling your robe back up on your shoulders. Feitan just cackled as he closed the door behind him and you knew tonight was going to be very interesting.

As he emerged from the bathroom, his hair freshly washed and styled, barely worn tuxedo gracing his small frame, Feitan caught a glimpse of you. He was often quiet, choosing to observe rather than speak his mind most times, but for once, he was genuinely speechless. Your outfit brought out your most attractive features and he couldn't stop staring. You felt his gaze from the corner of your eye and started to feel a bit self conscious being under such serious scrutiny.

"Is it too much? I think maybe I should change-"

Feitan cut you off with words in his native tongue. You were too afraid to ask what he said but he continued, effectively answering your question.

"Stunning. You perfect."

Self doubt threatened to overcome you but you swallowed it down. Feitan doesn't lie and certainly doesn't sugarcoat anything. If he said something, it was the truth. To him, you were everything he could ever ask for. To you, he was the whole world.

"You look handsome yourself, my love. Thank you for doing this for me."

"This for us. We deserve it."

You two put the finishing touches on your outfits, you attaching Feitan's bowtie while he clasped your jewelry. Walking out of the hotel lobby, you turned many heads as onlookers watched you with jealousy. You were a sight to behold, the true definition of a power couple. The walk to the restaurant was short and you were there before you knew it. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as Feitan opened the door for you. The ambiance inside was like nothing you had ever seen. It was dark, no overhead lighting to be seen, and candles were lit everywhere your eyes landed. There was someone playing the piano in a corner of the restaurant and you overheard one of the staff members talking about a reservation for a big name celebrity that was going to be there later. You were almost overwhelmed by the whole atmosphere being completely foreign to you but were brought back down to earth by Feitan's hand barely resting on your lower back. You knew he wasn't into touching or PDA of any kind so you wondered if he was turning to you for reassurance in this strange place as well. You gave him a soft smile as you walked up to the hostess. Feitan told her a name the reservation was under, which surprised you. There was no way he could've gotten one without you noticing, especially in only a few hours. You were fully expecting to have to wait for an open spot so when she quickly ushered the two of you to a secluded table, you were taken aback. You thanked her as she left menus for you to peruse.

"Did you do this for me?" you asked, gesturing to the table.

"Yes."

"Thank you."

Feitan didn't give you a verbal response but you knew he took your appreciativeness to heart. He didn't want to spoil the romantic mood right now but couldn't wait to tell you how he tracked down the maitre d' in record time and offered to help him lose some weight in the form of less limbs if he didn't secure the best table for you. You saw the menu didn't have prices and you knew you were in for one expensive meal, but you were practically vibrating with excitement to try one of everything. Feitan still didn't get the appeal of this place but he wasn't going to put a damper on your fun so he stayed silent as you rambled off your order. He put in his order as well and the waiter was off, leaving you to bask in the candlelight.

"This must be the life that boss lives every night," you mused, earning a slight smile from the man across from you. As you waited for your food, you both chatted about whatever crossed your minds at the time, enjoying the calm dining experience. Your appetizers finally came and you dug right in. You had never eaten anything so delicious in your entire life. You didn't even know food could taste like this! As you devoured your helping, Feitan was more apprehensive. The presentation of his dish was much too fancy. People eat like this every day? He didn't understand it but wasn't going to keep putting much thought to something that didn't really matter. When the food hit his tastebuds, he was pleasantly surprised. The composition may look silly, putting that much work into something that wouldn't last more than a few minutes, but it was so flavorful. You sneaked a bite off each other's plates, complimenting one another on your choices. You eagerly awaited the main course as Feitan was coming to terms with wasting his money here. When your new plates were set down in front of you, Feitan immediately put his fork into it and started shoveling. You, on the other hand, frowned.

"Aww man! I asked for no cheese."

You heard a loud clink of silverware striking porcelain. Feitan had dropped his fork and reached for your plate while you swatted him away.

"What are you doing?"

His eyes narrowed. "You no like it? They fix for you. I make sure."

"It's not a big deal, I promise," you sighed, but he wasn't having it.

"They mess up, they fix. You don't eat what you don't want. Not today, not ever."

He was usually headstrong but you had never seen him so adamant about something.

"Okay, if you want, you can let them know. Just, please, be nice about it? I want to be able to come back here in the future."

Feitan's smile did nothing to quell your fears; that made you worry even more about what he was planning to do. When he stalked off into the kitchen with your plate, you gathered your things to be ready to make a run for it in case the police were called.

Feitan was just beginning to not hate this place when they had the audacity to mess up your order. Of course he was going to fix it, he wasn’t going to let you eat something you didn't find enjoyable. He meandered into the kitchen, kicking open the doors loud enough to gather everyone's attention in there.

"Which one of you cook this?" he asked, showcasing the plate before resting it on the counter. A few of the staff rushed toward him, faces red with anger.

"You can't be in here!" one of them yelled. The staff member went to grab Feitan to drag him out but Feitan acted fast, grabbing a knife from the block and slamming the guy's hand down on the counter. He kept the knife poised over one of the man's fingers, drawing blood, as he addressed everyone.

"If you no answer question, man's fingers will be chopped like carrot. Who cooked this?"

One chef nervously stepped away from the others, raising his hand in trepidation. "I-I did, s-sir. Was it not to... to your satisfaction?"

"My partner asked no cheese. Cheese was there. You fix or your eyeballs end up in spaghetti. Got it?"

The chef, fighting back tears, shook his head and quickly re fired the dish. Feitan, now content, released the first man he apprehended and hurried back to you. He would never want to keep you waiting unnecessarily.

When Feitan came back, you were relieved that no one was screaming and his tuxedo wasn't covered in blood.

"I take it that it went well?" you asked.

"Yep. Your food will be out soon. Right, this time."

"You didn't have to do that for me. But thank you for showing you care."

You couldn't tell if it was a trick of the light or if his eyes actually softened for a second.

"You're welcome. I care all the time. I try to show more."

You reached over and gave his hand a short squeeze and he readily accepted it. When your main course came out again, the waiter dropped it off and practically ran away, leaving you happy with your correct order and Feitan happy at the fear he ignited in the staff.

"Better?" he asked, taking a bite of his own meal.

"Much," you replied.

The rest of the night went smoothly and the waiter informed you that the bill was being covered by the chef who messed up your main course. In addition, he comped two desserts as a sign of good faith and you were elated when they arrived at your table.

"You're not gonna have anything?" you asked, a big piece of cake dangling from the confines of your spoon. Feitan looked you up and down, a mischievous smirk appearing on his face.

"I'm saving room for my dessert at home."

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[flightlessangelwings]

Ktober 2023 Day 3- Exhibitionism

Bishop Losa x fem!reader

Word count- 1.2k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), fingering, public sex, hint at a bj,dirty talk, praise kink, cum eating, reader wears short shorts and a low cut top, no use of y/n

Notes- I had SO much fun writing this one y'all have no idea! And it was something a little different for me too! Prompt list made by me. Enjoy!

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“Nice shot, baby,” Bishop purred as you sank another ball in the net.

The two of you played pool in the clubhouse while everyone else gathered and drank and laughed. Angel and Coco played darts in the corner, and they squabled like siblings when each thought the other was losing. Visitors from other chapters of the Mayans filled the clubhouse, and everyone was having a great time.

But all Bishop could focus on was you. How sexy you looked when you bent over the pool table to take your shot. How your brow furrowed in concentration, your determination to beat him apparent on your face. How your breasts started to spill out of your top. How your shorts were just short enough to show a little hint of asscheck, something Bishop always loved.

Vaguely, you were aware of Bishop's heavy gaze on you, but you were too focused on your shot to put your full attention to. You cursed under your breath when you missed your next shot, but when you turned to him next to you, your heart pounded in your chest. Sweat lined your brow, and it wasn’t just from the heat inside the space.

Bishop eyed you up and down with a smirk on his face, “Baby you’re so fuckin’ sexy when you care about a stupid game of pool like that,” his tone was low as he sauntered towards you, closing the space between your bodies and settling slightly behind you.

“Bish,” you couldn’t help the soft giggle that escaped your lips as he caressed your hips and pressed his body against yours. But, as he grasped your ass, giving it a little smack, you let out a low moan that would have caught the attention of anyone nearby if it weren’t for a roar of laughter that erupted at the same time.

“I bet I could fuck you with my fucking fingers right here and no one would notice,” Bishop groaned into your ear as he nibbled on your neck and a hand dripped under the hem of your shorts.

“You what?!” you were caught off guard by his words. But, as he tickled your pussy every so slightly, you found any care you might have had vanished.

“Do you want me to, baby?” Bishop purred, “You want me to fuck you with my fingers right here? Let anyone who might notice see you cum on my fuckin’ fingers?”

If you said the word, Bishop would pull away, albeit he would definitely take you into a closet or bathroom and fuck you in private instead. You felt his hardening cock against your thigh and you let out another moan. The room spun as you thought it over, “I want you to,” you finally whispered as you turned your head and kissed him deeply.

“Let me hear you say it, sweetheart,” he murmured as he bucked his hips against your body and sank his hand lower into your shorts, feeling the warmth of your cunt under his fingers.

“I want you to fuck me with your fingers… Right here,” your tone was low and sultry and dripped with need, “And let anyone watch as you make me cum.”

“That’s my girl,” Bishop growled as he suddenly dove two fingers into your pussy.

You gasped at the sudden intrusion and lurched forward to grab onto the pool table for balance. Bishop stayed close, using his body to support you from behind as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, “Fuck baby… So wet for me.”

All you could do was moan as your body quickly warmed from his touch. 

Bishop wrapped his other arm around your body and cupped at your breast through your shirt, rubbing at your nipple through the fabric, “Does it turn you on, sweetheart?” he asked in a deep voice, “That anyone could look over and see you like this?”

“Y-yes,” you admitted in a whisper.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, “Anyone could look over here and see how fucking sexy you look like this,” he thrust his fingers more roughly into you, hitting spots deep inside you, “But they can only see your face, baby… This fucking pussy,” he gave another harsh thrust, “Is mine.”

“Yours,” you moaned as you saw stars. You gripped the table so hard you almost felt like it could break under your grasp, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t care about anything else other than how good Bishop fucked you with his fingers, and how much you craved your release.

“That’s my good girl,” Bishop praised as his rubbed your clit with his thumb, “So fuckin’ good taking my fingers right here in the fucking clubhouse.”

“Bish…”

Suddenly he froze. When you let out a whine, he murmured your name, “Looks like we caught someone’s attention, baby.”

You opened your eyes, not even realizing you had closed them, noticing a prospect from the other chapter across the room. His eyes bore into you and his thoughts were easy to read from the look on his face. His jaw clenched and he had a grip on his beer bottle so tight that he might shatter at any second.

“Why don’t we give him a show?” you purred as you turned and gave Bishop a heated kiss.

“I fucking love you, baby,” Bishop chased your lips when you broke away and kissed you once more before he started thrusting his fingers into you once more.

You moaned loudly against his lips as you rested your head on his shoulder, surrendering yourself to the Mayan completely. Your mind swam as you felt your orgasm quickly build from Bishop hitting your sweet spot over and over again while his thumb grazed your clit.

“He can watch, baby,” Bishop growled as he picked up his pace, “But he can’t have you,” his tone dropped as his grip on you tightened, “You’re fucking mine.”

“Yours… Yes… Fuck…”

“That’s it, sweetheart, cum for me,” Bishop groaned as he felt your inner muscles clench around his fingers, “Show that fucking prospect what he can’t have.”

With that, you came hard with a scream. Your entire body trembled as you fought to keep yourself upright against the pool table, and you felt yourself gush onto Bishop’s fingers. He talked you through your climax, mumbling praises and curses in your ear as you rode out your high on his fingers.

The only reason no one else noticed was because the prospect snapped his beer bottle in his head the moment you screamed, and everyone else was too busy watching him to notice what you and Bishop were up to on the other side of the room. Some of the others cursed and berated the prospect, but a fierce look from Bishop kept him quiet about why he suddenly caused a scene.

“That’s my good girl,” Bishop cooed your ear in a softer tone as he pulled out of you, “So fucking sexy,” he added as he turned you to face him and made you watch as he licked his fingers clean, “And delicious too.”

“Bish!” you playfully chastised him with a light smack on his shoulder as your face felt hot, “That was really hot, though,” you admitted as you shimmied your shoulders softly and placed your hands on his chest, “How about I return the favor?” your tone dropped as you slowly sank to your knees, “Right fucking here.”

Bishop’s eyes went wide and a pulse of need shot through his veins, “Baby, I fuckin’ love you,” he blurted out as he readied himself for your mouth.

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[riyva]

'baby, we still have cookies, yeah?' | l.mk

pairings. mark lee x fem!reader genre. fluff, romance warnings. explicit content, minors don't interact, food play summary. you had a very tiring week and he wants to relieve your stress.

every single day is a headache because of the tasks your professors give non-stop, and almost all of it has the same deadline. you can't help to feel overwhelmed because of what's happening. you felt like doomsday is coming.

and here's mark, your cutie boyfriend. you always think that everything is getting more manageable when your with him. well, that's what love can do. yeah, do stupid things.

you're doing an assignment on the couch of your condo's living room, and you didn't notice mark already came from the university because you need to be more focused on your project.

"hey, bub! how's your day?" mark went to you as he sat down.

you stopped doing it, and you gave him a quick kiss. mark's ears and face immediately turned red as he felt the unexplainable feeling when you kissed him.

"it's a very stressful day." you said as you turned back to do your homework.

you glanced at him. "well, how about you?" and your eyes widened as you saw mark turn red.

your laugh filled the living room as you saw mark's reaction to the kiss.

mark shyly smiled, and he took the cushion to cover his face from embarrassment.

"god, baby. please don't laugh at me. it's just that you caught me off guard," he explained to revive himself from the embarrassment.

"yeah yeah, alright… i have a huge effect on you, i see," you said as you continued to shake your head while giggling.

my baby is so cute. you thought. well, he's is. you find him amusing and hot with his glasses on.

mark just stared at you as you continued doing your homework, but it distracted you.

you closed your laptop and notebook then you faced him again. mark tapped his lap, implying you to sit there.

as you sat down, mark gave you a warm hug, and you hugged him too. "i love you so much, bub."

"i love you too, my big baby."

you pulled away from the hug and smooched his face with your kisses, earning his soft moans and giggles. you removed his glasses, and he captured your lips. lips making a sound, tongues fighting, gripping each other's hair, and that's how your little make-out went. you moved slightly and stopped as you felt a budge under his pants. he's s hard as a rock.

"oh god! s-sorry, bub… it's just that you're so hot as hell." mark apologized.

you let out a small laugh. "no, baby. it's okay; you're hot too.

you whispered to his ear. "do you want me to?"

mark immediately said, "no.. no need, baby."

"you sure? but i want to give you a sweet treat."

"i-i think we c-can d-do that next t-time." he shyly said.

deep breaths surround the room. the sexual tension between you two is roaring high. no one wanted to speak as you stared at each other's lips. mark wants to capture your lips again, but he keeps himself from doing so.

he gripped your hips that made your senses back.

you squished his cheeks. "gosh, you're so cute markie!!"

you kissed him one last time before getting off to his lap. "c'mon, let's bake cookies."

well, yes, maybe you both need to bake to loosen up the tension

"baby, you gonna stay for the night?" you asked after you left the bathroom.

mark was lying on his back and playing a game. "hmm.. i guess not. why do you want me to stay here?"

you sat on the vanity mirror to blow dry your hair. "well, only if you want to."

mark sat up and stopped playing the game; he stared at you with something in his eyes.

you saw him in the mirror. "hey, why are you looking at me like that?" you asked nervously. what the hell is he up to?

"like what?" he teased.

"like a predator ready to pounce his prey."

"well, i think i need to relieve some of your stress." mark went to your back and kissed your nape. you arched your neck as you gave him more access. "right, baby?" your soft moans made his thing twitch from his pants.

he made you stand up and he captured your lips. your body burned as his hand roamed to your body, earning moans. you yelped when he carried you to the vanity mirror. your legs immediately wrapped around his waist, and the sensation of his bulge on your naked feminine made you swoon. since you're just wearing a robe, it is much easier for mark to roam his hands.

he untied your robe, and his kisses went to your collarbone, down to your chest. his hands palmed your boob while he was latching with another one. suck and lick and suck and lick, again and again. he also went to your other boob to give it the same attention.

"oh, fuck baby!"

your hands gripped his hair and drew his head closer to your chest. you arched your back for pleasure. you felt that you could cum while he's latching on you. he carries you to the bed after bathing your chest with kisses and tongue.

he removed your robe. he kissed your forehead, nose, lips, chest, and all the way down to your femininity. but before he devours your pussy, he remembers the cookies you baked.

he looked up. "baby, we still have cookies, yeah?"

you gave him a questioning look before nodding. "yeah, why?"

he grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. "great. i'm gonna get some cookies, baby." then, he got up.

you sat up. "w-wait, what? why?"

before he open the doorknob, he replied. "will try it on you, and please lay on your back."

the moment that he went out, you screamed at him. "no, babe! we're going to attract the ants!" and he laughed. as if i would let that happen.

when he came back, you're still lying on your back. he smiled devilishly as he crawled over you.

"make sure we'll clean up after, yeah?"

"yes, baby. we'll do."

"stop talking and continue to ravish me, please."

"yes, miss ma'am"

you actually like it when he calls you that. it somehow adds to your heat, and it's addicting, especially when it's coming from his mouth.

he positioned himself on top of you. he grabbed the cookies and crushed them around your nipples, down to your belly. he dipped his head to lick and eat the cookies in you. "the cookies taste so good, baby, right?"

"yes, they do." you breathlessly replied.

mark continued to clean you so well. and now into his final destination, your pinkish-shaved and throbbing pussy wanting his attention.

"baby." he called you.

"hmm?"

"give me your hand." he crushed two cookies in your palm.

"now, baby. i want you to rub it on your pussy." you did.

you moaned as you used the cookies to massage your clit. it provides a particular delight. you didn't know that mark likes messing with food on you.

"so good, yeah?" you nodded. "now, baby. let me clean it for you."

he removed your hand, and he devoured your pussy. it became more addicting to him because you taste so good even with the cookies. imagine mixing your juices with the cookies; it's a perfect combination for him. he licked, sucked, and fingered continuously until you reached your high.

he changed his position. he filled you to the brim, and arched your back over the flood of pleasure. his tip touching your sweet spot. "like this, miss ma'am?" you nod dumbly as he fucks the hell out of you. you felt so full, and everything touched its place. he thought that you were coming, so he thrust faster and faster. he touched your clit for more pressure.

"f-fuck!! it's too much, baby!" you screamed as your head fell on the side of the bed because of the over-stimulation. you clench your insides as your high is about to come earning a groan from him. "fuck!" his head falls back, and his eyes shut closed.

he continued to thrust in you like a madman, but he stopped. he removed his dick from your pussy, and you cursed him out.

"why the fuck did you stop?" i was about to come. no, we're about to cum.

when the hell did he learn how to do the edging? you thought. well, you liked it.

you didn't get a reply; instead, he flips you from your back, elevated ass, and head down on the mattress. before you even protest, you moaned as he shoved his dick to yours.

"you're so big, fuck."

"yeah? you're so warm and tight."

his eyes went down to see your connected bodies. he's amazed how your tight little cunt took him all. it helped to increase his libido more. he spanked your ass and you whimpered from pain and pleasure.

"god, you're perfectly made for me. yeah?" you nodded. "yes, only for you."

"baby. you have a lovely face, pretty moans, a glass hour body, and a very perfect hole for me." everything is perfect.

"yes, baby. oh fucking fuck! yeah, like that."

your boyfriend is still wearing his glasses while fucking you. he's so fucking hot—by this, your walls clenched again. he grabbed your hair as he angled himself more while his other hand circled your clit.

after a few hard thrusts, you squirted, but he didn't stop thrusting until he painted your walls with his white cum. your legs shake as you fall on the bed; he falls on your back, and deep breaths fill the room.

"baby, you're so heavy." you tapped his back, signaling him to move.

as he got off the top of you, you moaned as your cums gushed. mark scooped it using his two fingers, then pushed it back inside you.

you moaned and giggled a little. "you have a breeding kink, huh?" because it's typical of him. whenever you're doing it, he spurt it on you, not in you.

mark just laughed. "c'mon, baby. i'll prepare the tub."

"honestly, it feels so good." you added.

once mark filled the tub with warm water, he went to carry you to the tub. at first, you don't want it because you're tired, but you need it, so you do.

the warm water submerged your body when he put you on the tub. you close your eyes because it's relaxing.

"markie, can you join me here?"

you didn't get a reply instead, you felt his hands on your hair. you smiled. he's shampooing you.

"stay still, baby, while i clean your hair." you nodded like a little girl. oh god, you love this side of him. taking care of you every single time.

"sorry, if i'm too rough earlier," he whispered enough for you to hear.

you turned to him, and you disagreed. "no, baby. it was good! no need to blame yourself. gladly you have a big d-di…" he didn't let you finish your sentence because he just kissed you to stop teasing him. what can you do? he has a big heart and a big d-.

"stop, you're making me shy."

"now, your baby and softie side is back."

"i know, baby. i'm only bad when it comes to bed."

a few minutes later, he tucked you on the bed. "you better stay, markie." he agreed. you scoot over to give him enough space. you both spent the night cuddling and telling how much you love each other. how thankful you are being with him & he's lucky that he met a beautiful girl like you. he also asked you what kind of future do you want to have with him.

i'm fucking in love with this man, damn.

he didn't know you were plotting something tomorrow morning—you have to give him a nice treat, right?

© riyva

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[darkjazzpunk]

Cold-blooded (BaizhuxReader)

Prompt: 'cuddle me already, damit'

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Any other man you would not have believed a single word if he had come with this excuse. But the doctor was different. Yes, he also played his games, but such a thing was far below his dignity. Before you could answer, Baizhu took off his glove and put your hand on his arm. His skin was really freezing! If his body temperature was already so low, how was he able to move at all?

"I understand your reluctance and believe me when I tell you that I am anything but comfortable asking you to do this," his flame-colored eyes looked to the side in embarrassment. He seemed really uncomfortable.

Slowly you let your fingers slide down his arm, "Don't worry, I don't have a problem with it if it helps to keep you warm. But I am curious…"

His green eyebrow went up questioningly.

"Does your cold-bloodedness come from your illness, or?" you looked him straight in the eye and nodded slightly. Your counterpart understood immediately and covered his pretty mouth with his fingers before chuckling.

"My illness is actually making it worse, but no, my cold-bloodedness is part of my 'nature'. I usually combat it with a hot water bottle or a cherry stone pillow. However, I didn't expect it to start raining like this. That was careless of me. I must have been distracted."

You stopped his babbling with a hand gesture and smiled at him encouragingly, "Let's try it, but I warn you, I'm not good at keeping my body temperature myself, so I can't promise it will work."

"Don't worry! I didn't even expected you to comply with my brazen request," Baizhu waved his hands.

Chansheng had already nestled herself on one of the roof beams and watched the spectacle as each thunderclap elicited a small hiss from her. Her partner looked up at her with concern, "Are you sure you want to stay up there? I can make room for you in my first aid bag if you want."

The white snake didn't even have eyelids, but still seemed capable of a provocative facial expression. something that has always fascinated you.

"No thanksss. I'd like to be able to warp, after all, sshould you two have other plansss for keeping warm…"

"Changsheng!" now it was Baizhu who let out a low hiss and shook his head, " Y/N is the whole situation certainly awkward enough, it doesn't need your rash comments."

Your cheeks began to glow and you looked to the side, embarrassed. Actually, a comment of that kind was quite to be expected from this firecracker. Nevertheless, it caught you off guard.

Even more unprepared, however, was the thought that you wouldn't mind too much if there was 'more' that night. You quickly discarded the dirty idea before it could take a more precise form.

Even if such a thing were within the realm of possibility, Baizhu would never abuse your trust in such a way. He was not exactly known for his high caliber, but he was far from being that corrupt. Despite all the rumors, he still had his principles, especially in this area.

In general, he was extremely careful when it came to lust and love. He knew about his attraction and his good looks that made many people of all sexes fall into pining behind his back.

You were just one of many who had fallen for his charm and the mysterious aura around him.

With a shake of your head, you dispelled the thoughts and turned to your backpack. You didn't have anything to sleep in, but you had gotten used to bringing at least one set of change clothes with you when you worked with the pharmacist. It was very important to make a well-groomed impression during house calls and you never knew what the treatment would entail.

As you tried to shoo away the painful memory of your favorite blouse full of blood, you felt a light tap on your shoulder.

Turning around you looked directly into the two amber eyes, with the vertical pupils and the coquettish eye shadow. Your pulse inevitably quickened a bit.

"Do you want to go to the bathroom first?"

"You just go first… I'll ask when dinner is served." was your short-tempered answer, before you quickly walked out the door.

~A short while and a relativley quiet dinner later~

"Is there a side you prefer?", Baizhus eyed you closely, his senses attuned to regsitrating any hint of unwillingness on your part.

You're pretty nervous, but not so much that your boss is going to stop the whole thing.

"F/s," you say after thinking about it for the first time in your life. He seemed to want to make you as comfortable as possible. The pharmacist even emphasized that no physical contact was necessary, your body temperature would be evenly distributed under the blanket and that was enough for him not to cool down too much, which should speed up your departure the next day.

Changsheng on the beam had already left for the land of dreams a long time ago, which was only demostrated by the absence of her occasional tongue flick.

The two of you also lay down, careful to keep a respectable distance. Lying in a bed as boss and employee was wicked enough.

After a few hours, however, there was nothing left of the gap between you. The storm outside had brought with it a considerable chill. Instead of giving Baizhu some warmth, you both froze, which made you sleep closer to each other.

As Baizhu's body moved on its own in search of warmth, his hand on your hip woke you both up. The doctor was about to rattle off a series of apologies when you abruptly interrupted him.

"Cuddle me already, damn it," your demand was underlined by the chattering of your teeth. As much as some depraved part of you wanted those words to have an ambiguous meaning, it was the coldness that made you call out to him.

The green-haired one hesitated, but gave in after another blast of ice-cold wind and snuggled up to you, burying his face in your neck. You were freezing yourself, but compared to him, your body was lukewarm.

And he became steadily warmer. Now it was the bashfulness that made your body run hot. His figure was so close that you felt every single fiber that touched your body. His silky soft skin, which laid like cool satin on you. His long fingers wrapped securely around your side. His concise hip bone that pressed right into your back dimple. One of your most erogenous spots… In addition, his breath brushed in even strokes over your neck.

Behind you, Baizhu had already noticed how his presence made your body warm up. He had to pull himself together not to provoke you even more to be able to tap more heat from you in return. Restrained by the cold like that he wouldn't be able to do anything anyways. Not that he would...

He was not a saint, but he was not that vicious either.

The only thing he let himself do was to let his hand slide up and down your side once.

Even though everything in him screamed to constrict you and devour you in the most sinful ways...

#baizhu #genshin impact scenarios #baizhu x reader #genshin impact baizhu #genshin impact #one bed trope #pre baizhu release

[grapefacegrfa]

I started writing this at 1:24 in the morning and I have finished at 3:12am. A wise choice? No. Do I care? Also no.

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"Happy Birthday" [I got lazy with the title, but I wrote a lot here. Gimme a break lol]

Scenario: It's your birthday, and the turtles are here to celebrate it with you! (I wrote this mainly because of my birthday coming up on the 23rd lmao)

Pairing: ROTTMNT Leo (Romantic), Mikey (Platonic), Donnie (Platonic), and Raph (Platonic) x GN! Introvert Reader

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff :]

Yet another year of existence. You hadn't ever really seen your birthday as super important (not to say you completely disregarded it of course), so you weren't even sure what to do for the occasion. You certainly didn't expect to wake up to a phone call, and it definitely caught you off guard when you heard Mikey's loud voice shortly after you answered said call. "WHERE YOU AT, SON?!" After a few short moments of just trying to get your thoughts together, it hit you; you had plans to meet up with the turtles in the lair this morning. Well, it was more so that they had plans and kinda pulled you into them, but you didn't mind that in the slightest. You quickly got ready and rushed out the door.

After a little while, you arrived at the abandoned, usually dimly lit subway station. Yet instead of just 2 the normal dull lights, there was a small string hanging from the ceiling with a small paper note attached to it that read, "Pull me." You did as the note instructed and upon pulling it, you were met with a loud POP and small bits of confetti falling from the ceiling. Shortly after the loud noise, the turtle brothers walked into the room. At least all of them except for Leo. All three of them told you short happy birthday wishes before Mikey gently grasped onto one of your wrists. Allowing the box turtle to lead you out of the room, he pulled you into the garage where you both were met with two large canvases and many buckets of paint.

The two of you started out with just painting while listening to soft music playing from a boom box on the other side of the room, but it somehow turned into a battle with paint. Well, "somehow" meaning that you accidentally flicked a few small drops of paint onto Mikey's face, which escalated into flicking paint at each other. You both eventually called a truce on your light hearted fight and Mikey stopped you before you could attempt to help him with the mess. "Don't worry about it! I've got this covered. You go on and hang out with Raph in the living room." You glanced at the youngest turtle with a soft grin and gave him a quick side hug before thanking him and leaving the room.

Thankfully you had an apron on, but you still had paint over other parts of your body, including your face. You usually wouldn't care much, but you didn't wanna hang out with Raph looking like a rejected pointilism painting. After quickly washing off your hands and face in the bathroom, you made your way into the living room. Raph was sitting on the ground in front of the projector screen and turned his head towards you, a soft and toothy grin on his face. "Hey, Y/N. Ready to have your ass kicked in Smash Bros?" You chuckled a bit and sat down next to you, picking up one of the controllers. "You're on, Raph."

You ended up beating Raph in Smash Bros. And Mario Kart. And even a couple of rounds on Just Dance. Exhausted, you both settled on playing a game that was more chill and way less competitive: Minecraft. About another hour had passed and Raph saved the game, standing up to shut off and put away the console. "I don't wanna take up much more of your time since you've got two other people to visit with. Though I think Donnie's wanting to chat with ya first because Leo's got something real special for ya apparently." You gave Raph a short hug and walked off to the door of Donnie's lab.

Shortly after knocking on the door frame, Donnie spoke up and told you to come into the room. Walking into the lab, you saw them tinkering with a small gadget. They gestured for you to sit down in the swivel chair next to them, not taking their eyes off of what they were working on. You fidgeted with your hands as you watched them work, handing them the tool they needed when they asked you to hand it to them. A few moments of silence passed before you decided to hesitantly ask Donnie what they were making. Donnie didn't answer right away, but they turned to you before they did. "I've heard you've been having problems with sensory overload quite frequently," Donnie then picked up the small, cube-shaped gadget and handed it to you, "so I made you something that may assist you with said issues."

At first glance, it looked like a regular fidget cube. However, once you pressed one of the tiny switches, the color of the cube turned a royal blue with tiny rainbow dots that slowly blinked on and off, giving the appearance of stars. Or more like Christmas lights. Pressing the numerous buttons and knobs did various things, ranging from changing the color of the tiny "lights" to making quiet, yet satisfying noises. "It's rather simple compared to most things I usually make, but-" You cut them off. "That's not a problem at all, bud. The fact that you took time out of your schedule to make me something so wonderful is more than enough. Thank you." Donnie had smiled at that and reached a hand up to give you a fist bump before gesturing you out of the room. "I believe Leo's done with his "surprise" by now," they stated while doing the finger quote thing that people do. You nodded and walked out of the lab, walking down the hallway to your boyfriend's room.

You were excited to see Leo the most. You obviously enjoyed spending time with the other turtles, but Leo had always made you feel happy in a eay you didn't think you ever could. Even before the two of you started dating, there was something about him that always made your heart flutter. Standing in front of the curtain, you knocked softly on the wooden doorframe. Instead of hearing him tell you to walk in, the curtain opened to reveal your boyfriend standing in front of you with a wide grin on your face. One of his hands gently pulled yours upward. "It's lovely to see you, gorgeous," he muttered before placing a soft peck on the back of your hand. A soft giggle escaped from your lips and you cupped his cheek in your hand, your thumb caressing the red crescent on the side of his face. Leo's usual smirk softened into a dopey grin as he melted into your touch. "Saved the best for last, huh?" "Well, I figured you weren't done with whatever you were doing..." You leaned up to kiss the edge of his beak, "but yeah. I did." After a few short moments of enjoying your touch, Leo gently pulled your hand away. "Wait here for a bit. I gotta go grab something."

Leo dashed out of the room and you sat down on the edge of his bed, looking around the room as you patiently waited for the turtle in blue to return. Glancing over at one of the walls, you saw his katanas leaning against the corner and a piece of paper on the shelf where he kept his comics. Before you could stand up to go over and glance at the paper, your lover had already returned with his arms behind his back. You tilted your head a bit, but he instructed you to close your eyes. You did so and you felt him place something in one of your palms. Once Leo told you to open your eyes, you looked down at your hand to see a small key chain from [insert hyperfixation/special interest/favorite form of media here]. A wide grin graced your face and you looked up at your boyfriend. "How did you know?" "That's easy. You were talking to me a couple of weeks ago about something new you'd been getting into, so I remembered that for future reference." The one time you had told him about it was when you where going off on a ramble and/or just didn't thinking he was listening, yet he remembered a small detail you stated in a conversation between the two of you. You stood up to pull your lover into a soft embrace, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Thank you. Mainly for always putting up with my tangents, but the fact that you remembered something so minor like that is so sweet." Leo pulled away and placed a hand under your chin to turn your face towards his. "I don't just "put up" with your tangents. I love hearing you ramble and I love your voice. I wish you'd quit apologizing for that because I promise you it's nothing you have to apologize or feel bad for." The red eared slider placed a soft kiss on your forehead before interlocking one of his hands with yours. "There's one more thing I've got for you before we go back out there."

Instead of leaving the room, Leo walked over towards his bed and grabbed a small box off of the bottom shelf above his bed. He opened the box, revealing a small metal ring with a tiny blue heart on it. "I swear this isn't what you probably would initially think it is. Especially since we're still pretty young and whatnot. I got that for you as more of a promise I guess? Like a promise that Im always here for ya. I know I'm not really a words guy or the best gift giver, but I also picked up on the fact that you'd been doing research on gemstones and stuff, so I had Donnie help me pick one out and they suggested sodalite because it helps with self-esteem or something and-" You cut him off by wrapping your arms around him yet again and smashing your lips against his. Leo melted into it, gently grasping onto your waist. The kiss was pretty short, but very sweet. "It's perfect, Leo." He looked down at you with a lovesick grin. "Well, you're prefect, Y/N." You both could've and most certainly would've stayed in each other's arms for the rest of the evening if it weren't for the fact that Mikey yelled at the two of you to meet everyone else in the kitchen right at that moment to have cake.

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This was stuff that I came up with pretty much right on the spot with little to no planning other than self indulgent stuff, which I'm sure is kinda obvious lmao

Anywhizzle, I may end up rewriting this at some time in the future if and when I ever feel like it. Who knows though hngnfksksbskd

#rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt mikey x reader #rottmnt raph #rottmnt raph x reader #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt headcanons #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #grapeface written works

[simping4villains]

I got a request for more Phinks content, so here y'all go! Hope you like it!

Warning: Sexual content

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Our original plan had failed.

   As soon as we got to the special event island, we were stopped by one of the game's creators and beamed to one of the main cities. Shalnark decided that it would be best for us to find somewhere to rest tonight and regroup in the morning.

   "Come on," he said to us. "There's a place up the road where we can rent lodging for the night."

"So, now what?" I asked while we walked. "Can we still go through with the rest of the mission? We don't have the boat anymore."

He rubbed his chin as he thought. "I guess for now we'll just play the game until we can find another way off of the island."

"What he means," Phinks clarified, "Is that we'll steal whatever cards we need in order to get the treasure. That's what Fei and I did before."

"Right," Shal agreed as he pushed through the front door of one of the city's brick buildings.

The decor inside was very old and rustic-looking. I noticed that there were cobwebs wrapping around the chandelier that hung in the center of the room. There was a small cat-like man sitting in one of the lobby's plush chairs, reading a book. He smiled at us as we came in, hopping up to run behind the counter.

"Hello! What can I do for you folks?"

"We'd like to rent six rooms, please," Shalnark answered.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm afraid I've only got three left."

"Should we go somewhere else?" Franklin asked Shal.

"No, no, we can just pair off—you and Kortopi, Phinks and y/n, and me and Feitan."

   I had a feeling that since I always paired up with Phinks and Feitan for missions, Shalnark would probably have me room with one of them. I guess I should have been relieved that it was Phinks he'd picked. I was still pretty sure that Feitan hated me.

   We grabbed our keys from the man behind the counter and climbed the stairs to our shared room. It was simple and rustic, just as the lobby had been. The only furniture we had was a beat-up writing desk, a nightstand with a dusty lamp, and a bed just big enough for two.

   "God, I'm fucking beat," Phinks said, throwing his bag down and flopping onto the mattress.

   "One bed," I said. "Guess we're sharing?"

   "It's either that or one of us sleeps on the floor, and it sure as shit ain't gonna be me."

   "Alright. I think I'm gonna run down the hall to the bathroom to change."

   "Yeah, I guess I should probably change too," He said, standing up and pulling his shirt off.

   My eyes nearly bulged out of my head with how shocked I was. This man clearly didn't care if I saw him half-naked. And honestly, he had nothing to be ashamed of. Sure, his incredible strength came from his nen, but he still had the rippling muscles to match it. I hadn't meant to stare, but. . .

   "What, see something you like?" He smirked.

   Shit.

   "Fuck off," I snapped and left the room as quickly as possible.

   I could tell by the heat in my cheeks that I was blushing at being caught and I didn't want to give him a reason to keep teasing me. It wasn't even like I was really attracted to Phinks or anything, I was just caught off guard. That was what I kept telling myself as I regained my composure.

   When I came back to the room, he was already in bed with the covers pulled up to his chest—which was still bare. He turned when I entered.

   "Jeez. Took ya long enough."

   I frowned. "You don't always have to be such an ass. I mean, would it kill you to relax for once?"

   "I'm trying, but I had to wait all night for you to put on your massive tshirt."

   I lifted the bottom of it to reveal my shorts. "These, too."

   He threw his arms up. "Christ, forgive me. Those must've taken forever on their own."

   "You're a real dick, you know that?"

   "Yeah, whatever. Get your ass in bed. I'm fucking tired."

   "Fine."

   I climbed under the covers with my back to him and he turned out the light. After an exhausting day, it didn't take long for us to fall asleep.

*****

   I was jolted awake by a sharp kick.

   I sat up, ready to defend against whatever intruder had attacked me, but it was only Phinks and I in the room, and he was still asleep.

   He must've moved a lot in his sleep because he was sprawled out over the majority of the bed, his elbow was digging into my back, and he had taken most of the blanket as well. I tried to take the blanket back, but the force shifted his body a bit and he ended up kicking me again.

   I yelped and kicked him back, giving him a massive shove to move him back onto his side of the bed. He woke up and was immediately pissed.

   "What the hell are you doing?"

   "You're taking up too much of the bed!"

   "Well, you don't need to get physical!"

   "You kicked me first!" I yelled, going to shove him again.

   He caught my wrists. "No I didn't!"

   "Yes you did!"

   "Well, I didn't mean to!"

   "Whatever," I said, breaking out of his grasp. "Give me the blanket!"

   I enhanced my aura as I went to yank the blanket back from him and ended up pulling him along with it. He caught himself with one arm on each side of my head. We both froze.

   I looked down at the way our bodies were now pressed together. My face suddenly felt hot again, but I couldn't run this time.

   Phinks chuckled. "Well, damn. If you wanted me so bad you could've just said so."

   "Shut up! This was an accident!"

   "Oh, really? Cause I don't see you shoving me away."

   "I could say the same for you," I pointed out.

   His cocky grin dropped. "Well—I just—that's because I. . . shut up."

   As if my comment made him fully realize the position we were in, he moved to get off of me. Without thinking, I reached out to stop him, wrapping a hand around his arm.

   He looked back at me. "What are you doing?"

   "I don't know," I answered.

   It was the truth. It was like my brain and body had stop communicating. I was moving without any control. I hadn't even had the idea to snake my hand up his chest and into his hair, but it happened anyway.

   "Do you want me to stop?" I asked, tugging lightly at his golden locks.

   His lashes fluttered ever so lightly at the sensation. "No," he breathed.

   I guided him into a kiss. Our mouths moved together, tentatively at first, but before long we both melted into it. He slid an arm beneath me and held me tighter so that my body arched against him. I couldn't help but let out a small gasp at the action. Phinks used the opportunity to catch my bottom lip between his teeth, pulling a moan from my throat.

   "Oh, you like that?" He teased.

   "Shut up."

   "You can admit it if i'm turning you on."

   I enhanced my aura and flipped us so that I was straddling him. Before he had a chance to recover, I dipped down and bit his neck.

   "Fuck," he hissed, tilting his head back to give me better access.

   I laughed against his skin. "I'll admit it when you do."

   "Well, don't hold your breath. There's nothing for me to admit."

   I sat back up to cock an eyebrow at him. "Really?"

   "Really."

   He was a fucking liar. I could feel how hard he was beneath me. If he was going to play hard-to-get then I'd just have to drag a confession out of him.

   "What's this, then?" I asked, rolling my hips against him.

   He sucked in a breath, trying to keep his composure. "I don't know what you're talking about."

   "This." I repeated the same action.

   He couldn't stop himself from groaning that time, letting his eyes flutter shut for a moment. "Alright, fine. You're turning me on. You're a fucking smokeshow. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

   I affectionately swiped my thumb over his cheek. "It was. Thank you."

   "Don't you have something to say to me?"

   "I said 'thank you.'"

   "You aren't going to tell me how bad you want it?"

   I shrugged. "Meh."

   "Oh, fuck off." He laughed. "You're such a brat."

   He grabbed my hips and started rolling them so that I moved back and forth on his length. With only a few thin layers of fabric between the two of us I could feel every inch—and god, he was right, I did fucking want it.

   He changed the angle of my hips, shifting all of the friction to my clit. My hands shot to his chest when I felt a jolt of pleasure run through my body. I gave him a warning look, but he just flashed me a cocky smile in return.

   "What's wrong?" He slid one of his hands between us, stopping where I was most sensitive. "Is it this?"

   He started rubbing circles over my shorts. I bit my lip, trying to hold back a moan. I didn't want to give Phinks anything else to feed his already inflated ego.

   He laughed again, shaking his head. "Aw, come on, you don't have to hold back for me. It's all yours as soon as you tell me how bad you want it."

   I didn't say anything—hell, I couldn't have opened my mouth without moaning.

   "Fine, if you're gonna be stubborn. . ." He pushed my shorts and panties aside to run his fingers through my folds. "Fuck, you're soaked."

   He found his way to my clit again, sending another shock of pleasure through me. I couldn't hold back my moans this time.

   He smirked. "Yeah? Does that feel good?"

   "You're such an ass," I said, but it did feel good. He'd barely touched me and I could already sense a coil of pleasure beginning to tighten in the pit of my stomach.

   He chuckled. "And you've got a terrible poker face."

   He dipped a finger inside of me, then another, slowly scissoring them. He forced another moan out of me when he curled them over an especially sensitive spot. I tightened my grip on his chest, digging my nails into his skin.

   He drew in a sharp breath, pulling his hand away. "Fuck, are you trying to make me bleed?"

   "Don't stop," I whined.

   I regretted it as soon as the words left my mouth. I hadn't wanted to seem so needy—so desperate for his touch. I thought he'd end up teasing me for it, so I was surprised when he flipped us back over and gave me exactly what I wanted, ripping my shorts and panties off in one move before thrusting his fingers into me at an even faster rate. I threw my head back, arching my back and curling my toes. Phinks took the opportunity to give attention to my neck, planting kisses along my jaw before he made his way up to my ear and nibbled on the lobe.

   "Are you getting close?"

   "Yes," I breathed.

   "I'll let you cum," he murmured, "if you admit that you want it."

   "Want what?" I asked, feeling the coil in my stomach continuing to tighten—the tension threatening to explode at any minute. I thought if I stalled then maybe I wouldn't have to say it.

   He quickly proved to me that that strategy wouldn't work as he moved to pull his hand away again. I grabbed his wrist.

   "Wait! Alright, fine. I do."

   "Do what?"

   "Want it."

   He pressed his thumb to my clit, moving it in slow circles. "Want what?"

   "Y-Ah-You."

   His fingers curled over that same sensitive spot again. "What do you want from me?"

   I was so close. I needed it. I just had to say it.

   "I want you to f-nngh fuck-I want you to fuck me."

   "Oh, that's what you want?"

   "Yes."

   He stopped teasing me with such a slow pace, pumping his fingers faster and making quicker circles over my clit. I could feel the coil of pleasure tightening again. Every movement was working me closer and closer to the edge.

   And then Phinks murmured, "Then you'd better hurry up and cum for me already."

   If my mind weren't completely numbed by the intense pleasure I felt, I would have been pissed that THAT was what pushed me over the edge. But as my orgasm washed over me, I was too dizzied by a blissful fog to be upset, unable to focus on anything but melting into the mattress. I was so distracted by my high that I failed to notice that Phinks had gotten undressed. I didn't realize it until we were making out again and his erection brushed against the inside of my thigh.

   His hands moved under my shirt, pushing it up to guide it over my head. While I was sat up, he reached around to unhook my bra, using our proximity as an opportunity to suck on my neck. I thought he'd lay me back down once my bra was off, but instead he pulled me into his lap so that my legs were wrapped around his waist.

   "Damn," he said as his eyes raked over my body. "You're a fucking dime, you know that?"

   "And you have such a way with words." I moved my hand between us to wrap around his length, moving it up and down at a torturously slow pace.

   He groaned as he let his head fall to my shoulder, pressing his hand into the small of my back so that I was forced closer to him.

   I couldn't help the smirk that tugged at the corners of my mouth. "Something wrong?"

   "Yeah. Quit teasing me like that."

   "Like what?" I asked, playing dumb.

   "Don't act cute. You know what you're doing."

   "What do you mean?"

   He laughed and pulled back to look at me. "You're really gonna do this? After you were practically begging for me to fuck you? Now you're gonna just sit here and play your little games with me? You're really asking for it."

   "I think you're all talk. And besides," I leaned in so our lips were nearly touching. "Who said I didn't still want it?"

   It was like my words had lit a fire inside of him, calling him to action. He grabbed my thighs and lifted me up, lining himself up with my entrance. I slowly sank down on his length until I was resting on his hips.

   "You okay?" He asked, rubbing my thighs.

   "I'm good," I answered. "How are you doing?"

   "Oh, i'm fucking fantastic." He said before catching my lips in a kiss.

   I wrapped my arms around his neck so they rested on his shoulders, giving me the extra bit of leverage I needed to lift myself off of him, just to sink back down again. He groaned against my lips, grabbing my ass. I repeated the motion, building a faster pace. It didn't take long for Phinks to take over. With his grip on my ass he started rocking my hips to meet his thrusts. The whole thing felt incredibly intimate—our arms wrapped around each other, our lips exploring every inch of skin they could find, and our small gasps and moans that filled the air with each movement.

   "Phinks," I breathed when the sting of him stretching me out was gone, replaced by the feeling of pure pleasure.

   "What is it, babe?"

   "Harder."

   "Harder? Shit, I don't wanna break you."

   "Please. I need it," I begged.

   "Fuck, alright. Anything you want. Hold me tighter."

   I braced against his shoulders and hooked my ankles together around his back just in time for him to lift me off of the bed. He carried me to the other side of the room and pinned me up against the wall.

   "You'd better hang on," he said before pulling his hips back and thrusting into me harder than before.

   I threw my head back and moaned, digging my nails into his shoulders. It only encouraged him to go faster. He was ramming into me with so much speed and force that I worried we might break through the wall.

   "You like that?" He asked, gripping my thighs so tight I was sure he'd leave bruises. "You like it when I'm rough like this?"

   "Yes," I whined.

   "You like it when I fuck you nice and deep?" He rolled his hips on an especially hard thrust so that his strokes rubbed over my g-spot.

   The sensation made my back arch off of the wall so that I pressed my body into him. My hands shot to his head, tugging at his hair as I nearly screamed in pleasure.

   "God, yes! Don't fucking stop!"

   He nipped at my neck, repeating the same movement. "That's it. Just like that, baby. That's my good fucking girl."

   He kept fucking me like that, relentlessly abusing my g-spot until he forced another orgasm out of me. I screamed out his name, desperately clawing at his skin. He gave a few more erratic thrusts before spilling inside of me, burying his face in my neck and panting next to my ear.

   Once we'd both recovered a bit, he unhooked my thighs from his hips and set me down. When my feet hit the floor, my legs wobbled beneath me and I nearly fell over before he caught me in his arms.

   "Whoa there, easy."

   "I'm fine," I told him.

   "See, I knew I'd end up breaking you if I gave you what you wanted."

   I rolled my eyes. "Fuck you."

   He smirked. "Again? I'm not sure you could handle another round so soon."

   "God, I hate how cocky you are."

   He just smirked and pressed a kiss to my forehead before moving to my ear. He dropped his voice to a low, teasing tone. "If that were true then you wouldn't be full of my cum right now."

   "Fuck off," I snapped. I could already feel it running down my leg.

   He laughed, knowing he'd won. "Come on, I'm tired as hell after all that."

   We both cleaned up and got dressed before climbing back in bed. As soon as I was under the covers, Phinks scooted up behind me and wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me against him.

   "What are you doing?" I asked, inching away a bit.

   "Trying to spoon you. Will you just quit fighting and let it happen?"

   I gave in and tried to relax in his arms. Before too long his breathing became slow and deep, telling me he'd fallen asleep. I closed my eyes and focused on the comforting warmth of his embrace, falling asleep to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

#phinks #fanfic #oneshot #wattpad #anime #writing #phinks magcub #hunter x hunter #phinks x reader #hxh smut #hxh phinks #phinks magkav #phantom troupe #hxh x reader

[cuttergauthier]

Scared

Tkachuk sister reader x Josh Norris

Warning: abusive ex, Against, fluff Josh

word count: 0.5k

In honour of Josh being back in the lineup tonight🥺🤍

Also let me know if you guys would like for me to make this an AU!

let me know what you guys think🤍

I was at a house party and my abusive ex-boyfriend was there, He saw me and I got scared so I went and hid in a room on the first floor and locked the door. I didn’t know what I’m going to do, my brother is out of town for a road trip, but then I remembered that JOSH is at his house down the street since he was injured he didn’t go on the road trip. JOSH and I don’t exactly get along but he’s the only one that’s going to be able to get me out of this so I called him.

“What do you want?” he said when he answered.

“Look I know were not exactly friends, but I know my brother told you about what my ex did and he’s here at the party, I need you to help me leave…please” I said with tears in my eyes.

“Where are you?” he sighed

“The house party down the street from your house”

“Okay where are you in the house right now?”

“I looked myself in a room”

“are you on the first floor?”

“Yes”

“Okay is there a window?”

“Yeah, what do you want me to do, sneak out by the window?” I scoffed

“Yes, if you can, I’m already on my way there, I’m not far just make a run for it and meet me halfway” he said

“Okay I’m going”

I snuck out the window and made a run for it, I never looked back. I saw JOSH walking my way, once I finally caught up to him, I jumped in his arm.

“wow, okay” he said caught off guard and hugged me back

“Come on let’s go” he said as we walked to his house.

“Thank you” I said when we got in his house.

“Don’t worry about it, just go sit on the couch I’ll be back.”

I went and sat down on the couch, a few minutes later JOSH came back and handed me a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants.

“here, you can change into this and I’ll drive you home tomorrow” he said and I nodded.

I got up and went to the bathroom and changed before going back out.

I joined him on the couch again, he was watching the game on the tv the Sens were playing in Montreal.

“You look like you haven’t slept in over a week” he said looking at me.

“I haven’t been able to sleep a full night in a while…” I said embarrassed

“Are you scared he going to show up again?” he asked

“Yeah, I don’t know if I’ll ever not be scared” I said shyly

“I’m going to do something, and if you ever mention it to any of the guys I’ll deny it, understood?” he softly said, making me nod.

He got up from the couch and grabbed the throw blanket that was on the chair and came over to me and held out his hand. I looked at him for a second before grabbing it. He pulled me up, so I was standing next to him. I was so confused, then he laid down on the couch and pulled me on top of him, so I was laying on top of him. He threw the blanket on top of us.  I Looked up our faces were inches apart.

“Get some sleep, he can’t hurt you here” he told me with a small smile. I nodded.

I laid my head on top of his chest and closed my eyes.

“Thank you…” I said before falling asleep.

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[allsortzofcrap]

I need to find a mechanism through which I can look at the sherlock holmes tag on here without having to see the bbc's "sherlock" content whatsoever.

It's not so much that the adaptation is particularly terrible, although it is, but actually just that seeing Benedict Cumberbatch's face freaks me out (not for the reason you are thinking - having to do with tumblr culture of 2014 - although also that I guess).

The real reason I'm freaked out is because of a completely separate terrifying incident.

I've been very into Sherlock Holmes since I was a kid, so when that show was on the air, my family had cut off a cover image from some magazine reviewing the premier of the show that was a close up of Benedict Cumberbatch's face with the hat and everything and taped it to my door. I left it there for a day or so and then took it down. Then my mom and sister took it out of the trash and hung it back up in another location around the house which I again left up for a few days and then eventually took down.

We kept going back and forth for a few days until it basically became this game my sister and mom would play to irritate me. Hiding it in different weird locations to see how long it took for me to notice. One time it was on my closet door, in the laundry room, in the pantry etc.

Flash forward a while, my sophomore or junior year of high school i had just started smoking weed correctly and had not fully got a handle on how much I could smoke now that I was actually inhaling it into my lungs as opposed to just sort of breathing it into my mouth and then blowing it out very cool and nonchalant.

So i had really extremely overdone it at my friends house and when my friend dropped me home I was very glad that everyone was already asleep because I had basically spent the entire car ride trying not to puke. So i kind of speeed walked inside the house and like trip ran up the stairs to the bathroom and immediately yakked in the toilet. It was quite bad since I was very high, and the room was spinning, and I was scared I'd poisoned myself. Also I was trying to be quiet because I was convinced if my parents found me they would kill me and then make me get my stomach pumped (not how weed works but whatever).

All the lights in the house were off and it was super quiet so I just kind of laid my head on the toilet seat and tried to calm down. I could kind of see in the bathroom because there was a night light plugged into the outlet by the sink. And as I finally got the will to try and lift myself up and take a shower I raised my head and saw like a millimeter from my face making direct eye contact with me was a blurred bendict cumberbatch in his stupid fucking sherlock holmes outfit with like SCARY ass blue eyes staring into my soul. It had been taped to the inside lid of the toilet seat???

I was so absolutely caught off guard and I guess low key terrified that I immediately puked again and that image has become so entwined with the puking and the sensation of complete and total terror that every time I see him in anything it completely ruins it for me. Which is unfortunate because he was quite good in the imitation game i think.

Anyway so there's that. Any advice is welcome.

#sherlock holmes #bbc sherlock #tw throwing up

[wanderbreadsworld]

Kenny x reader x Claudio

Prompt: Claudio and Kenny speak to each other in French, which the reader can't understand. They pass her back in forth, praising her, degrading her, all in a language she can't even understand.

Warnings: potentially garbage google translate lol, some praise, degradation in another language, smut ofc) Eiffel tower formation (it'll make sense, iykyk ;)), DP, M/F/M (male genitals touch, but it's not M/M)

A/N!!!! I recommend having google translate open while you read, it makes things easy to understand. Unless of course, you understand French lol. In any case, I hope you enjoy what lay ahead! Also @besthimbomachine, just in case you wanted to be tagged, I said I would!

Tonight started like any other night. Dynamite started, all building to the main event. Kenny was in his dressing room waiting for his match, and I waited with him. Nothing unusual.

Until.

During the main event, with BCC vs the Elite, there was a particular animosity between Claudio and Kenny, constantly trying to outdo the other, and singling each other out.

Backstage, their own fighting was putting me on edge. But, then the bell rang, and Claudio had pinned one of the bucks. With a sigh of defeat, I didn't realize that Kenny powered out of the ring, Claudio hot on his tail. It just looked like Claudio was going for another victim, so I didn't think twice about it.

But when I opened the door, two large men stood in front of me instead of the one I was used to. Claudio was right behind Kenny, both of their chests heaving from the run back here.

"Hi guys, awesome match. You gonna come in?" I wasn't sure who my question was directed towards, but they answered by turning to each other, a quick mumble of some french from Kenny, making Claudio nod and walk away to his own dressing room.

"That was odd. What's up with him?" I let Kenny pass. Immediately, he changed, letting both the men's strange behavior roll off his back.

Kenny shook his head, making a face as if he had no idea what I was talking about.

"He's been weird all night I think. I don't know. We should get back to the hotel before everyone else gets out. We have more Smash to play." Kenny poked a finger in my chest, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Since we've had our room, we've been playing Super Smash Bros with the Young Bucks. We kept winning, and I was talking big game about how I could kick Kenny's ass too (despite not being the worst player, Kenny was carrying the team), so now he wanted a match with me.

With a shake of my head, and a sigh of faux exasperation, I picked up my things to follow him to our rented car. The hotel was across the street, but there was no use walking, as we'd be swamped by fans.

The way back to our room was entirely normal, talking and bantering as if Kenny hadn't lost, wasn't exerted at all, like it was just any other night. I was beginning to wonder if something was up, but I didn't ask.

Kenny's playful nature kept me distracted as we took off our clothes from the day. Neither of us thought twice when I took one of his shirts from my luggage to throw on top of a pair of short shorts.

While Kenny cleaned up in the bathroom, he had me setting up Smash. It didn't take too long, even though I had to figure a few things out on the fly. I was about to get my ass handed to me if I couldn't figure out setting up the game itself.

Luckily I got things set up fully before Kenny was done. He would never let me live down not being able to get through the menu screen.

And when Kenny came out he gave me a warm smile. The kind that made his face look so soft and warm. The kind I fell in love with. But before I could tease him for "taking so long", there was a knock on the door. It wasn't totally odd for someone to stop by, but it still caught me off guard.

"Can you get that baby? Let me put a shirt on." I hopped up while Kenny threw on a shirt real quick. I hummed to myself, hastily opening the door because if anyone, I expected the Bucks to be there.

But instead, Claudio stood in the doorway, freshly bathed himself. My face scrunched in confusion at the sight. It wasn't often that Claudio played games with Kenny, and not usually on Wednesday nights.

I went to turn to look for Kenny, only to bump into his warm chest. All I could do was look up and back at him as his hands moved to sit on my hips, keeping me there for the moment.

Kenny and Claudio shared a look. The taller man stepped inside, Kenny pulling me back, so the door could close.

With the door shut, both men stood incredibly close. The only thing that broke me out of my thoughts was Kenny clearing his throat to grab my attention.

"I may have made a bet with Claudio the other night. One where the prize would've been your body for the night." A blush heated my face at his words and what they meant. So that's why Claudio was so eager to follow Kenny after the match. That's why they fought particularly hard against each other.

"The bet was one of us had to pin the other, but I can't go back on my word completely. So I told him I'd share. I should've told you first, but I knew you'd love the surprise." Kenny smirked against my ear before pulling away, standing up and pressing himself against me. His growing erection pressing against my lower back.

"N'hésitez pas à l'emmener au lit." His smooth voice easily switched to French. I wasn't sure when he learned, as he had never told me, but I didn't question. Nor did I get the time to ask when Kenny pulled away, Claudio swooping in and sweeping me off my feet.

The effortless way he carried me had me blushing and shivering at the thought of what else he could use his strength for.

As if a switch had been flipped, Claudio relaxed, turning back to banter with Kenny in French, all while keeping me in his arms.

"Sait-elle ce que nous disons ?" He asked, a smirk on his face as he looked at Kenny.

When my boyfriend shook his head, Claudio looked back down at me, tutting with feigned pity.

"Pauvre petite chose." With those last words, I was dropped to the bed below, squeaking from surprise.

Now the two men circled me around the bed, wondering what to do next.

Kenny made the first move, pinning my arms down. Claudio didn't leave any time in between to linger, moving down on top of me and pinning my hips down with his large hands.

I felt both of their eyes rake over me and the way Kenny's shirt lifted above my hips to expose my racy underwear. Their exchange of words above me went unnoticed, my focus entirely on Claudio's hands moving up under the fabric to feel up my waist.

One of Kenny's hands stroking my face brought my focus back to their words that I couldn't even understand.

"Voulez-vous qu'il vous utilise?" Kenny's smooth voice sounded, and I tried to make sense of what he was saying. My confused look earning a dark chuckle from him.

When Claudio kissed the soft skin of my inner thigh, and Kenny's hand on my cheek moved to my throat to squeeze lightly, I nodded, eager for anything.

"Please Kenny, need to you touch me." I asked him, but directed my words to both of them, to whoever would listen and touch me.

But his hand shot up to drip my jaw, forcing me to look at Claudio perched between my legs, waiting for my response.

"Tsk tsk, tu dois lui demander bébé." That fake pity was back in his voice, and it made me shiver with delight. Being their stupid little toy that didn't understand, and only wanted more. It was too perfect.

So I looked to Claudio, Kenny pulling his hand away. I opened my mouth, and my legs further to make room for him.

"Claudio, please. I want you to, need you to touch me. Fuck, make me feel full please." My voice shook with my pleas, needing one of them to fill me up, or do something.

Without another word, Claudio worked my underwear down my thighs and licked his way to my clit before sucking on it gentle, groaning to himself at the taste.

Kenny moved to the side more so he could take my hand and grind against it while Claudio worked two fingers into me.

I threw my head back, a strangled whine leaving my lips at the welcome intrusion.

"Si ça la rend comme ça, on pourrait la briser." Claudio teased to Kenny, both men chuckling.

Kenny moaned at my side as my hand provided him some relief from his nearly painful erection, reveling in his own pleasure before acknowledging the other man.

"Vous n'avez même pas vu comment elle est sur votre bite. Attends, ça va mieux." With Kenny's reply, Claudio stood, shedding his shirt to reveal his shredded body. It was large and attractive, but in a different way to Kenny. He was strong, and his muscles defined. But it wasn't Kenny.

Although I could still appreciate it since he's right in front of me.

Claudio slowly teased his pants and underwear down his hips, enjoying the way my eyes lingered on the veins that lead down beneath the fabric, right to what I wanted.

With one last tug, his cock was free as he proceeded to rid himself of the fabric of his shorts. I bit my lip when I met his dark gaze. He was a bit longer than Kenny, but not as thick. But the size didn't matter, I knew he was going to ruin me no matter what he had.

Soft lips pressed against my ear after Kenny shifted on the bed to lay beside me for a moment.

"Maintenant soyez bon. Je lui ai dit de ne pas être gentil, alors écoute. D'accord?" The lilt in his voice that told me he was asking a question prompted an immediate nod to me. Not fully knowing what I was agreeing to was turning me on more than I thought. What made it even better, was no matter what I knew I'd have fun, because Kenny would never do anything that I wouldn't want to happen.

With a small nod to Claudio, the tall Swiss picked me up effortlessly, manhandling and pushing me onto my hands and knees.

When he pressed his body behind mine, I wiggled my hips, wanting to entice him. It seemed to work when his hands smoothed over my back, pushing my chest to the bed and curving my back, before taking one hand away to tease his cock through my folds.

I wanted more, but I waited, being as patient as I could. Luckily I didn't wait long, because Claudio pushed inside of me slightly before making small thrusts to coat his dick in my slick.

The slow, but large, intrusion took my breath away. I didn't make a sound until he was nearly fully seated inside me with one last, harsh thrust. My eyes rolling back as I visibly shudder around and beneath him.

As Claudio found his own pace, slowly at first, Kenny moved in front of me. But I didn't pick my head up. Not until he caressed my cheek before Claudio's fingers found my hair, stroking my scalp before he pulled my head up until My back rested against his chest.

Claudio's voice sounding in my ear as I watched Kenny stroke himself, having gotten rid of his own clothing.

"Regarde-le. Il a laissé cela vous arriver. Tu vas être ruiné, petit agneau. Soyez une bonne salope et rendez-la heureuse." Before I could even try to think of what he said, I was pushed back down, only being caught in Kenny's arms, who pulled me into a deep kiss.

He swallowed my moans, biting my lip before pulling away and nodding, looking at me with a hunger I was so used to seeing.

Slowly, I kissed down his neck, nipping his collarbones lightly before kissing his chest and abs, all while Claudio continued to thrust into me. Although now he slowed to watch the way I worked down my boyfriend's body.

When I reached his cock, I sloppily kissed and licked my way up and down the shaft, silently thankful Claudio wasn't pushing me forward right now.

Kenny moaned, grabbing my hair in one hand gently to use as a handle to keep me there.

When I finally took the tip between my lips, he took over, slowly working his way further into my mouth, as far as I could take him before gagging.

I wasn't sure how it happened, but Claudio picked up his pace, rough and fast behind me, while Kenny let my momentum from his friend's thrusts to push my mouth further onto his cock.

Despite gagging occasionally, I let myself relax and be used by the two men. Sadly, right as I was getting into it, building my own pleasure, Kenny pulled me off of himself.

Instead, he looked to Claudio, sharing some more words in French. It was beginning to frustrate me that I couldn't understand.

"Why can't you guys talk to me? Please, I want to hear what you're saying?" I whined, tears of sexual frustration beginning to surface.

Without warning, one of Kenny's hands flew to my throat, choking me enough to make me let out a choked whimper.

"Nous parlons de vous. En parlant de ta stupidité, petit agneau. Regardez-moi." He pulled me closer to make me open my eyes before continuing. "Vous vous débrouillez si bien. Maintenant tais-toi et prends le reste." With his last words, Claudio's body left mine, and I nearly cried at the loss of being filled.

Claudio laid down, resting against the pillows and pulling me over to him. Kenny letting me go as Claudio whispered what I can only imagine being sweet-nothings to me.

I wasted no more time putting him back inside of me, eyes rolling back once more as I sank down onto his cock, slowly feeling full again.

Before I could move, Kenny's warm hands were pushing me forward, gently this time, until I rested against Claudio's chest. He took the opportunity to thrust up into me quickly a few times, just to make me squeak. I could feel his laugh rumbling in his chest.

That's also when I fell my boyfriends fingers prodding my entrance that was already full. What caught me off guard was when he pushed his fingers inside along with Claudio's length, working me open even further.

He went slowly, and Claudio held still for now, enjoying being inside of my warm pussy and seeing my faces as I lay atop him.

Everything he did led to his head prodding at my folds as well, slowly pushing past and working his way inside of me.

Never before had I felt so full. Each moan and whine that fell from my lips made him stop, and he only continued when I whimpered for more.

When he was fully inside of me, both men were groaning, cock's pulsing from the pleasurable pressure inside of my, now, extra snug pussy.

Once again slowly, Kenny moved, pulling back and pushing in, my juices being the only things making this possible.

The drag of his cock, along with still being full from the man beneath me, nearly sent me over the edge.

"Kenny, Claudio, please. I need to cum. It's so much, please." I cried out, clawing at Claudio's chest.

My boyfriend bent down behind me, lips to my ear once more as his hand snaked between us.

"Vous avez si bien réussi. Viens maintenant, ma chérie." With his words, the constant fullness and friction, and the way his fingers applied just enough pressure to my clit, I had the most earth shattering orgasm I've ever felt.

Curling into Claudio's chest almost violently as I shook around them both. Their own cum spilling into me from their own intense build ups.

Despite my clouded thoughts, I whined when they pulled away. Claudio smoothed my hair while Kenny went to grab a rag to clean me up.

The damp cloth made me jump, but I let him clean me up, despite wanting to pull away from being so sensitive.

Together, the pair of them clothed me again in one of Kenny's shirts, Claudio even leaving a chaste kiss to my forehead as I lay in bed. He said a small goodbye before being led to the door by Kenny, the two having their own small conversation, I imagine, about what just happened.

But before Claudio left, Kenny stopped the man, turning back to say one last thing to me in French.

"Maintenant dis merci." Knowing what "merci" meant, I figured what he wanted me to say.

"Thank you, Claudio." I said before I took a sip of water to wet my dry throat, not realizing how painfully dry it was.

He just smirked, nodding before he replied.

"Anytime." Hearing him speak in English almost made me angry I couldn't understand their earlier conversations, but I let it go. I'm sure Kenny would happily recount, and then relive some of his favorite phrases and moments.

Now, I rested, letting Kenny crawl into bed beside me. Without me realizing, he had grabbed two controllers, giving one to me.

When I gave him a confused look, he just laughed to himself.

"You said you were gonna kick my ass. Now prove it." All I could do was roll my eyes before he set up Smash all over again.

#kenny omega x reader smut #kenny omega x reader #kenny omega #kenny omega smut #claudio x reader smut #kenny x reader x claudio #aew smut #wander's wonders

[pow3tage]

When Love Die: Chapter 6: Temptation and Turmoil

It was the middle of the night, and a heavy silence had settled over the house. Lomesha had put the children to bed, and after tidying up the kitchen and putting away the leftovers from dinner, she found herself alone on the sofa. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the dimmed lights, and the world outside was shrouded in darkness.

With a heavy heart, she decided to place her phone on record, an act she had grown accustomed to in her search for the truth. Then, she left for the bathroom, the steamy water offering a temporary escape from the chaos that had become her life.

After exiting the bathroom, wrapped in a cloud of steam, Lomesha stood in the hallway. She listened intently, the echoes of Rickey's hushed conversations with the other woman reaching her ears. Anger began to swell inside her like a tempest, a fire stoked by the knowledge of his infidelity. The emotions churned within her until she could no longer contain them.

She marched to the living room, determination in her eyes, and confronted Rickey with an angry voice. "Who is she? It's 2 am in the morning. Have you been with her? Did you sleep with her?" Her words cut through the air like shards of glass, and Rickey's face contorted with surprise as he hastily hung up the phone.

Stuttering, he replied, "What are you talking about? I was just talking to my friend."

"Really now, a friend?" Lomesha retorted loudly. "Have you slept with her?" Her voice was filled with indignation. "And why is she calling you at this time of the night? You're meant to be home with your family, not entertaining another woman."

Rickey, caught off guard, fumbled for words. "I have lots of friends," he offered in defense. "You wouldn't even know her."

Lomesha, fed up with the lies and deceit, didn't mince words. "Stop the bullshit," she declared. "We've been down this road before. Just stop playing games. I know you've been sleeping with her. I've known for weeks. So, stop your nonsense. I'm tired of this."

Rickey attempted to defend himself. "But we haven't been doing anything," he protested. "We don't even talk. I come home, and you're tired. When you put the baby to bed, you go to bed. I can't talk to you."

Lomesha felt a pang of guilt at his words and quickly replied, "I just had a baby. He's only two months old. Of course, I'm tired."

Rickey's accusations continued. "When I told you I got a second job, instead of being happy and congratulating me, you asked who's going to help you with the baby. When I got my new job, you were more concerned about it paying less than my previous job instead of saying 'well done.' You're always so negative."

Lomesha found herself apologizing, wanting to make amends. "I didn't mean to come across as negative," she said. "You only told me about the weekend job after you got it, and I responded like any normal partner would. These decisions affect all of us, both me and the children."

But as the conversation continued, Lomesha realized she was being gaslit. Everything was being twisted to make it her fault. Rickey deflected blame, and she ended up comforting him and apologizing, rather than him acknowledging his wrongdoings and apologizing to her.

In a strange turn of events, the confrontation that had been fueled by anger and betrayal led to a passionate embrace between Lomesha and Rickey. They began kissing, their desire and frustration merging into a tangle of ecstasy on the sofa.

When it was over, Lomesha felt empty and lost, even more confused than before. The confrontation had provided little clarity or resolution. It left her with more questions, self-doubt, and blame. She couldn't help but wonder how she had become trapped in this turbulent and contradictory cycle of love, anger, and desire.

#writing #short story #beauty #my words #poets on tumblr #new poets society #my writing

[horrorlove14]

Halloween Special - Heartfelt Flowers and Books - Lies of P

Pairing: Pinocchio x Violet (OC)

A/N: I decided to write a cute short Halloween special with Pinocchio celebrating the holiday with his darling, Violet and his friends.

Pinocchio POV

It's officially Halloween today and I'm excited because I finally get to wear the costume I've spent months making and celebrate the holiday with my darling, Violet at the same time.

I wonder what Violet will be dressed as and I'll bet she's going to be so pretty in her costume.

I spend my day getting my costume ready and setting up my Halloween party with the help of my friends, my father and the servants.

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Violet POV

I'm currently working in the bookshop where I'm placing new books on the shelves while my dad is busy tending to the customers.

I get a text from Pinocchio, telling me that he couldn't wait to see me at his party tonight and looks forward to seeing me in my Halloween costume.

I find myself blushing over it because it's my first Halloween with Pinocchio as boyfriend and girlfriend. I send him a quick text back before composing myself and getting back to work.

After a long work day, I help dad close up the shop and head home together. Once we've got back, I go to my bedroom to get my costume and makeup out before I head over to my bathroom to take a quick shower.

After drying myself and my hair, I put on my costume: a zombie bride with a veil, knee-length dress, a fake rose bouquet, white contact lenses and blood, etc.

My brothers and I head out to Pinocchio's Halloween party in our costumes after saying goodbye to our parents.

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Timeskip to the Halloween party, Pinocchio's POV

The party has just started when my friends showed up first in their costumes where I let them in into my home and escorted them to the living room.

A few minutes later, I heard the doorbell ring which I opened to see my darling and her brothers in their costumes. Violet looks so pretty as a zombie bride and I'm dressed as a zombie puppet.

After her brothers went to the living room, I embrace her in my arms which she returns back before kissing her on the lips.

"Vi, you look so beautiful in your costume," I said to which she replied that I looked handsome in mine before kissing me again.

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Violet POV

I'm having the time of my life at the party with my friends, brothers and especially, my loving boyfriend by dancing, playing games and watching horror films altogether.

Pinocchio always held me close when we were watching horror films together as his way of wanting to protect me during the scary bits which I find cute because he's so gentle and sweet towards me.

Once the party ends, I helped with the cleanup as the others have left and my brothers would let mum and dad know that I'll be staying at Pinocchio's house.

After that is over, I get lifted by him in his arms in a bridal style which caught me off guard and giggled as he is carrying me to his bedroom like newlyweds.

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Pinocchio POV

We arrived at my room like newlyweds with my darling Violet in my arms and closed the door.

"I finally have you all to myself and we're all alone now," I said with a cheeky smile on my face and this made her blush as a result.

I gently place her onto my bed then retrieve the cotton pads and makeup remover for us to remove our makeup and coloured contact lenses together.

Once that's done, I lay down on top of her with myself resting my head on her tattooed chest to hear her heartbeat which is my favourite sound in the world.

"Happy Halloween, P," she said as she is running her fingers through my hair before planting a gentle kiss on my head.

I kiss her chest in return to feel her heart race underneath it before placing my head back onto her chest and shutting my eyes to bask at this moment.

We decide to spend our Halloween night cuddling together and falling asleep in each other's arms in our costumes.

I look forward to having more moments like this with my darling, Violet who is such a sweetheart and I feel so lucky to have her as my first and only girlfriend ever.

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Happy Halloween, everyone from me

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[miss-mukami]

4 am

Kou x fem. Reader x Ruki

You're wide awake at late hour. You sigh and walk to the bathroom to fresh up yourself listening to your playlist just to be found by Kou and Ruki later to let them toy with you.

Tags: canon typical, mature

Spoiler: general, sightly VERSUS II, Vol. 5 Ruki VS Kou

You can't sleep and feel pumped up from another essence you found and drank like it had a "Drink me ❤️" sign on it. You sigh again, what's up with you? At least this time it's no aphrodisiac, just some kind of energy drink. Maybe Ruki-kun uses it when he likes to read a good book on the rush, something like that?

You fix your hair in the mirror from laying around in bed, trying to sleep. Your phone lays next to you, while music is playing out of your earphones. You have a playlist mixed with party songs and Kou's tracks, you totally loved right away. "Here, M-Neko-chan, they're just for you. When you miss me, put them on.", he said and blinked, as he gave you some popular cover song recordings he never published.

You are a quite skilled bathroom singer, someone might say, maybe, but still you hoped nobody will ever hear you here. "I can't stop dreaming... Imma shine like I'm on TV... I wanna be a superstar...", you sing. Hmm, not that bad, maybe someday you will record something with Kou, who knows? "...Ayo! I'm tired of using technology..." Oh, this is a cover he made, you skip forward to the refrain "... spotlights don't do you justice, baby... I'm tired of using technology..." "Why don't you sit down on top of me ♪ ...", Kou whispers in your ear, suddenly standing behind you, hugging your waist, pulling you towards him. "M-Neko-chan feels lonely without me? Why didn't you just come to my room?", still at your ear, he bites softly. "Kou-kun, no...", you try to resist. You don't hate it, but he just caught you off guard and you feel yourself terribly blushing without even looking in the mirror. He heard you singing and now he's toying with you, how embarrassing. "Nfu, you're so cute like that.", he keeps on chuckling and lifts you up. "Hey!-" "Now you sit on me, M-Neko-chan, I'm here for you." He kisses you cheek from behind. "Kou..." "Pssst, what did I always tell you?" He graps your throat. It doesn't hurt, but you freeze. Not this again. "Be my good girl..." Now he strokes down your neck with his index finger. His greedy smile, you could feel it. You loved and hated this, this game, how he always wins. You shiver, it tickles so sweetly. His finger strokes upwards and you turn your head. "You really are my good girl...", he whispers again. Then his sharp fangs pierce inside you. But... He's so gentle today, there is almost no pain, just sensation quickly flowing through your body. "Kou... we're in the bathroom.", you still manage to say. What if someone comes and sees us both like this?" "And? Everyone can see how amazing I make you feel!" His hand graps your chin to turn your head back for a kiss. You taste your blood as he parts your lips for another deeper kiss. You melt inside, you couldn't stand it. How can he be so gentle, yet demanding? "Kou, please...". "Pssst, M-Nek-" The door opens.

"Ruki?!", you shout, snapped back to reality. "What are you two doing?", he says calmly, acting as if he didn't see the obvious. He comes closer. No... This isn't good. Is he angry? He kneels down before you, on eye level with you. "Did Kou kiss you here?", he asks as he rubs his thumb along dripping blood from your lower lip. "... I see. You like his pretty face, do you?... But what about me? Don't I make you feel amazing as well?" He kisses you. You feel the remaining blood being licked away, but... so painfully slowly and tender. He's somewhat punishing you, no... , he is punishing you. He was listening all the time. "And?", Ruki asks, facing you again. You couldn't answer right away. The loss of his touch hurts, then his hand caresses your cheek. He isn't angry, you're relieved. "You still are somewhat of a Livestock, aren't you? Steeling my drink. You as well, Kou.", he chuckles. He must have seen you, and Kou, he did it, too? That's weird, in a funny way, you think. "Busted.", Kou admits. "So Kou, what are we going to do with her?". "... You ask me?! Fufu... Oh, I know! I think our little M-Neko-chan misses us both, right M-Neko-chan? You miss being sandwiched between us!" "Kou...!!!", you burst out. "Seems like.", Ruki adds.

Fangs crave both right and left side of your neck.

Ruki musst have pushed you more into Kou's lap, you felt Kou's arms behind you tightening around your waist. Your hand gripped on Ruki's back head stroking through his hair pulling him closer when you passed out.

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