#pirk

[lizzy305-art]

SWEAT

Star Trek ¦ James T. Kirk/Christopher Pike ¦ Explicit ¦ 27k

McCoy and Spock decide to put Jim through a high intensity training to get him back to his usual fitness level after he had to spend a month off duty due to some serious injuries. Pike, being a considerate captain, joins his first officer’s exercise routine. Who would have guessed that physical activity only increases one’s thirst?

#star trek #art #aos #james t kirk #christopher pike #Fic #Pirk #my art #my stuff

[trekkie-lkm-archive]

Info: Pike/Kirk ; anticipation (thread)

Fill: 1/1

Author: Possibly-thrice, Journal

Archive Link (crisper but no comments)

Archive Link (with comments but slightly fuzzy image)

note: original fic deleted however there is a link to a similar fic acting as the fill, in the comments of said fic there is a link to the delicious archives that, while currently don't work, i have a vague memory there was a way to view them still, may be debunked now that the actual servers are gone though- if anyone has any information please reply!

#pike/kirk #pikexkirk #pirk #star trek #archiving #kink meme #st-xi-kink

[random-brushstrokes]

Varmo Pirk - Kalevi-Liiva (1961)

#varmo pirk #estonian art #landscape #1960s

[dorothea-wieck]

#Mädchen in Uniform #Madchen in Uniform #Charlotte Witthauer #Barbara Pirk #Annemarie von Rochhausen #Ilse Winter

[starfleetsxvulcan]

Spock started to walk, turning his head slightly over his shoulder.

'Noted and acknowledged, Captain!' The vulcan called back, that little grin still present. 'Just because I said 'in time' does not mean I meant a 'long time'.'

He might be better at this than he is given credit for.

#s pirk #Logic Is A Little Tweeting Bird Chirping In A Meadow (crack)

[preporodbn]

Američki atak na Busovaču

Američki atak na Busovaču

Prije nešto više od mjesec dana na ovom smo mjestu i u istoj rubrici najavili kako bi fakture za Čovićevo savezništvo s Dodikom i verbalne akrobacije predsjednika Hrvatske, Zorana Milanovića, mogle biti upućene na istu adresu, u Ulicu Kneza Domagoja BB, 88.000 Mostar. Piše : Emir Imamović Pirke Za neupućene: tamo gdje je središnjica Hrvatske demokratske zajednice Bosne i Hercegovine.Još smo nešto…

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#Emir Imamović pirke

[herrlindemann]

Rammstein, Open Air festival Pirk (Gardelegen or Zicken Zienau) in East Germany, 1994 (x)

#Rammstein #Till Lindemann #Flake #Paul Landers #Richard Kruspe #Oliver Riedel #1994 #Till and his big ass glasses lmao #*

[generalkenobee]

~Risks~

A new hope Luke Skywalker x FEM! reader smut

NO REAL PLOT OTHER THEN LUKE BEING A HORNY WRECK AND YOU GUYS FUCKING ON THE FALCON

Oral (f receiveing), Luke being a simp, breast worship, semi public sex, reader is Hans sister

💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

(look at his hair😩)

"meet me in the cockpit once Han and Chewie leave"

Luke pirked up eyes wide. You kissed his cheek while walking to your room to get ready. Being Hans younger wasn't always easy, especially considering the fact that no one knew about you and Luke. It's been a year since Luke started fucking Han Solo's sister behind his back and it hasn't gotten old yet, everytime you kissed his pretty pink tip, each time he made you finish, when you made him finish. You've sucked your boyfriend off with your brother in the next room, it felt so dirty but you were like rabbits with how much you were having sex, you just couldn't stop.

"aughh baby-" your head fell back while your fingers ran through his beautiful hair, your hips grinded your clit across his lips. Luke looked up at you "You're so pretty.." you said moving your hand to the side of his face as he brought his hand up to play with your nipples, coming up to kiss your perky breasts all over, sucking your nipples, groaping you, licking. There wasn't a spot on your body that he hadn't explored. "Fuck..I love your tits so much" he said biting your nipple.

"I'm gonna finish you with my tongue before I use my cock ok?" Your boyfriend brought his head down to your cunt before he spit on it. Luke looked up at you while he fucked you with his tounge. You're back arches without warning while you screamed out in pleasure. "(Y/N)?! Are you ok?" You heard Hans voice call out, he had worry in his voice and a part of you felt bad for inflicting that on him "Luke stop- L-Luke- mhmm" you spasmed around his mouth. The thought of being caught turned you on so much to the point to wear it was almost unbearable. It was unbearable to Cum while sitting in your brother's ship's cockpit.

"Han for the last time I was helping (y/n) fix the auxiliary shaft, It's been broken for over a month!" Luke said irritated at your brother's banging on the door. " Hold on I'm coming" you opened the door and Han practically pushed you out of the way to see what Luke was doing, only to be met with him on his knees with different assortments of tools in his hands to assure the illusion that he actually was fixing something. "So what's up?" You questioned "nothing, I'm just not too fond of the idea of Blondy alone with my little sister"

"oh my God Han get out!" You yelled pushing him out the door. "If he tries anything you come to me right?'' " yeah, sure" after Han left you turned back to Luke and started laughing, thinking about the fact that you just came on his seats made you a blushing mess. Your hand wrapped around Luke's wrist and pulled him to his room as you followed quietly

#luke skywalker smut #star wars #luke skywalker #star wars smut #smut #x reader #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #luke skywalker x y/n #star wars x reader #star wars x you #star wars x y/n #fanfic

[im-dehydrated05]

𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3 | Pt.4 | Pt.5 | Pt.6

Angie and Daniela were in the living room watching a movie when Aurora walked in. The redhead immediately shifted her focus to the door, like a puppy who gets excited when its owner gets home. That excited look, however, slipped right off as she saw the two people who were walking in with her.

Daniela: "Bela?"

Angie pirked up, looking over the couch to see Bela, Mia, and her roommate, who had just walked in. Aurora gives them a hello and a wave as the other two make their way into her room. The brunette yanks Bela back by the shirt.

"Aren't you going to say hi to your sister, Bela?"

Aurora asked with a sweet voice, the grip on Bela's shirt totally contradicting her sweet tone. Mia snickered, watching from inside the room as Bela and Aurora were having a stare-off. The blonde let out a sigh, turning towards her sister.

Bela: "Hi Dani."

Daniela stuttered a hello back, and that's when Aurora finally let the blonde into her room. The brunette turned back to her roommates with a smile on her face.

"We're going to be busy with council work; don't let us distract you from your fun."

Angie sniggers at Aurora's interaction with Bela before giving her a thumbs up and turning back to the TV. Daniela just looked between Aurora's room door and the brunette, a look of confusion and curiosity on her face.

Daniela: "How long is Bela staying here?"

"She's staying the night; I've already called Cassandra; she'll be here later too."

Daniela's face lit up, giving Aurora a bright smile and a nod before turning around to watch TV with Angie. Aurora sighs, finally turning around to see Mia looking around her room like a curious little child, and Bela with an annoyed look on her face.

Bela: "I have more important things to do than stay the night."

"Too bad."

Aurora passes by Bela towards her closet, opening it. She looks on the inside, catching a glimpse of the wooden box her mother had put the stuff her grandmother gave her in.

She couldn't reach it.

Aurora groans, turning back to look at Bela, who, if her heart wasn't missing, she could probably give her a better cocky grin than right now.

"Can you, uh, get the box for me, please?"

Bela scoffs at Aurora's request but reluctantly walks over to the closet. She reached up, putting one hand on Aurora's hips to "keep balance," and grabbed the wooden box, handing it to Aurora.

Bela: "Here."

The brunette shot her a curious glance, which Bela just looked away from.

"Thank you, Bela."

Mia: "Really? Right in front of my switchblade."

Aurora jumped away from Bela, the both of them looking towards the third person in the room, who was just playing around with her switchblade on Aurora's bed.

Mia: "You two really know how to put on a show. It's like watching a rom-com, but less funny."

Aurora rolled her eyes, clearly unamused by Mia's commentary. She sat down next to Mia, who was twirling her switchblade in her hand. Bela stood next to them as Aurora opened the box.

Inside were several small jars filled with dried herbs, each labeled with handwritten notes. There was a mixture of lavender, sage, rosemary, and other plants.

Beside the jars, there was a necklace adorned with a small charm in the shape of a circle with the symbol of a gorgoneion. Aurora held it up, examining it carefully.

This is the necklace Grandma wore before she was diagnosed with dementia. Mom had told me Grandma lost it.

Mia: "That thing is ugly."

Mia said, reaching out to touch it. Aurora smacked her hand away, giving her a glare, before placing the necklace back in the box.

At the bottom of the box, there was an old, worn-down book. The book Aurora was looking for. Its pages were yellowed and frayed, showing signs of countless years, even centuries, of use. Aurora ran her fingers over the weathered cover before opening the book.

Bela: "Are you kidding me?"

The book was in another unknown language.

Bela, who had her arms crossed and was tapping her foot down on the ground, let out a frustrated sigh.

Bela: "Do you have any idea what it says?"

"Actually yeah."

Mia raised a brow at Aurora.

Mia: "You do? It just looks gibberish to me."

Aurora looked up from the ancient book, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes.

"Now I understand why grandma made me study Greek."

Bela: "So, what does it say?"

Aurora's eyes scanned the pages, her finger tracing the intricate symbols and glyphs.

"There's a lot of spells, rituals, and even curse-breakers, but I'll have to actually look through it thoroughly."

In that instance, the door of the room flew open.

Cassandra: "Hey dork!"

Aurora looked up from the book, a smile spreading across her face as she saw Cassandra standing at the doorway.

"Hey loser."

Cassandra paused for a moment, a look of surprise on her face, when she spotted her older sister in the room.

Cassandra: "I didn't know you would be here."

Aurora chuckled, closing the ancient book and placing it back into the wooden box.

"Yeah, she was kind of forced to be here."

Bela grumbled at Aurora's comment before making her way out of the room. Cassandra grinned, following behind her and immediately trying to make conversation with her. Leaving Mia and Aurora in the room.

Mia: "So... Bela, uh?"

Aurora held her breath, glancing at Mia.

"What about her?"

Mia: "I don't know; you always chose her in almost every loop before you started to choose Miranda. What was that about?"

Aurora sighed, her gaze turning distant as memories flooded back.

N͟o͟t͟ g͟o͟o͟d͟ e͟n͟o͟u͟g͟h͟.͟

"My past lives with Miranda came back first before the ones in the loops."

Mia looked almost guilty as suddenly Aurora's green eyes grew absent of the joy that was there only a moment ago. The abrupt change was off-putting. Mia reaches her hand out to comfort her friend, who immediately flinches away from her.

Mia: "Sorry... You know I'm not going to hurt you, right?”

.

.

.

Aurora: "I've heard you say those words before."

Mia could feel her heart sinking as Aurora stood up and walked out of the room. That feeling quickly turned to anger as she hit the surface of the bed repeatedly before jerking forward to cover her face with her hands.

Mia: "Fuck!"

#resident lover #bela dimitrescu #donna beneviento #angie beneviento #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #fanfic #mia winters

[harrystylesfan2686]

Starfall

Pairing: Mor x Reader

Summary: Day 6: Character A was so busy planning the perfect Starfall party, they forgot to get a date. Character B has an idea.

Warnings: Unedited, I'll do it after.

A/N: First of I am so sorry this is taking me this long, sorry if this one sucks I wrote it in a hurry. This is my submission to starfall week. Hope you like this 💕

Tagging: @carinaswife @starfallweek

Dialogue Prompts Masterlist

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You sigh looking around The House of Wind. It was your responsibility to hold a party this year, you had volunteered after seeing how much work Rhysand and Feyre already had. He was a little hesitant at first, never having given someone else the job of organizing the festival celebration, but he ultimately agreed because you were right, he didn't have time to think about such things.

You knew you had to do your best, having a dull party wasn't an option. There was no way you were forcing Rhys to take a break one year only for him to regret and never give the responsibility to anyone else.

You went all out, no limit on anything. Alcohol, decoration, food. You were busting your ass from an entire month, planning this party. You wanted it to be perfect, wanted everyone else to think it was perfect.

"You've done a brilliant job." Mor's voice filled with wonder as she looks around the room. A small group of people had gathered around the room, chatting and drinking, waiting for the show to begin at night. The actual crowd yet to come, considering the party had just begin.

You had heard a lot of compliments this evening, everyone seeming to like what you did with the opportunity. The heavy decoration getting special attention and wondering eyes. You admit, if felt really good, the appreciation but you were yet to get the approval of your high lord and lady.

When you turned around to look at More, your breath caught up. Wearing a shimmering white gown that started at her chest, just the right amount of her cleavage picking out from the hem, with no sleeves, showing off her smooth skin, and ending at her ankles, her feet tucked in light blue heels. And adorned with a thin diamond necklace and earrings.

She looked break takingly beautiful.

Gods the things you want to do to her.

Her eye brows raise in a silent question when you dont say anything and just stare at her. You close your opened mouth and clear your throat, trying not to seem like a hopeless in love. She doesn't know of your feelings and you don't intent on telling her.

"Thank you. You look- really good." You silently curse at youself for being dumbstruck. Her lips pirk up in a smirk, the slight hitch in your voice revealing a lot more then you wish for it too. She thanks you and stands beside you, looking over at the people.

"So, why are you not ready yet? You planning it would make people believe you would be the first to get ready." Her tone teasing but that doesn't stop you in sighing.

"There was a problem with the music band, trying to clear it took more time then I thought it would." You glance down at yourself, standing in a plain shirt and pants, while everyone else was looking thier finest. You should probably get ready now, before more people come.

Mor lets out a hum before speaking again, "And who is your date for the evening?"

Your cheeks flush and you look away from her brown eyes, "I don't have one."

She turns to you, eyes furrowed. "Why not? The last I heard you were with a handsome cook."

"That was months ago." Before I realized just how deep my feelings run for you. You don't speak the words you think. "And I didn't get any time to ask someone." You shrug.

"But you want one, don't you? Seeing you without a date on Starfall in wired for me." It's not a dig, you know it because it's true. You always had a date at Starfall, different males and females in your arms every year, inhopes that someone will spark your interest more then the female standing in front of you, none have made it to second year though.

"It's alright." You shrug again, trying to make your statement believable.

She is silent for a minute before nodding to herself, seeming decide on something and smiles. "I will be your date."

You freeze. Your eyes snapping to hers the second later. Mischief written clearly in them as she takes your hand. "Oh- No, no. It's alright you don't need to do that for me- I mean, I'll be alright. Cause like I don't need a date. Not that I don't want one but, I don't need one- I'll just stay single fur one year. It's okay. You don't need to-" You babble in nervousness, unable to think straight as her smile widens at your state and her hand grips tighter on yours.

"Y/N, shut up." You quickly do, knowing if not then you'll probably say something you'll regret later. "I will be your date It's finale. Now go get ready."

She releases your hand and nudges you toward the bedrooms. You go obediently, without another word as you try to process what just happened.

This is like a dream come true.

-☆-

A knock your door disturbs you as you try to think yourself up in the mirror. You are ready, wearing your dress and hair the way you decided. You look beautiful, smiling at yourself as you turn to look at yourself from every angle. Mor having told you about your plans just made you more motivated to look your best.

You nod at yourself one last time before turning to open the door. Standing on the other side is Morrigan, holding a bouquet of flowers. Her mouth openeing slightly as she looks at you, up and down, and again, not knowing what to say.

"You, look really beautiful." She smiles at your and you blush under her stare. "And these are for you." She hands you the bouquet. "My date." Her smirk widens when you take it from her, your face unable to hold your smile. You thank her and she holds out a hand,"Shall we?"

"Why not." You nod and put aside the flowers, taking her hand and closing to door behind you. "I still can't believe you declared yourself my date." The two of you laugh and you prepare youself for the night ahead.

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At the end of the night, you stand at a balcony, looking over the stars crashing into each other. The colours illuminating against your face and you close your eyes to bask in them.

"You truly are so beautiful." A murmur laced with wonder speaks from beside you as Mor comes, leaning on the railing ahead of you. Your smile automatically widens at her voice, her perfume, her presence. You open your eyes to look into hers.

Oh how gorgeous she is.

You want to hold her close and never let go. Kiss her and touch her until all she knows is you. Love and pamper her in the way no one ever has. Stand on this very railing and scream on top of your lungs, declaring your love for her until the entire world knows just who you belong to.

Maybe you've had quiet a lot of drinks.

"Kiss me." You whisper, your drunken mind not caring about the consequences of your words.

Her eyes flare in surprise, "What?"

"Kiss me." You repeat, grining widely at her.

She is silent for a moment before she lifts her hand to cup your cheek. "You don't mean that."

"I do." You nod enthusiasticly. "Kiss me." You say aloud for the third time, looking at her lips and licking your in anticipation.

"No, you kiss me." Now she can't help but agree, seeing the happiness in your eyes. She wants you, so much, but if your doing this just because your drunk, she might as well let herself this small moment of content.

Your hands lift to wrap around her neck and your lips rest on hers. Both of you sighing in content when you finally kiss the other. In a rush of moment, your tougnes mangle, your breaths mix as you moan in the others taste. Having tiptoed around the other for years, you finally let yourselves have this small moment, not caring about the future.

You kiss each other like your life depends in it. Your head spins, from the alcohol or the kiss your not sure. Mor's lips just as intoxicating. You kiss until your lips feel numb, you finally pull back, resting your foreheads together, looking into the others eyes with equally widened smiles.

You don't care what happens in the morning, only that you love her now and kiss her again with everything you have.

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#acotar #acotar fandom #acotar fanfiction #acotar fluff #morrigan x reader #mor x reader #mor #morrigan fanfiction #starfall week 2024 #starfall week

[piffany666]

Ok just one more punk progeny won't hurt~

Chapter 7: family meeting

(Ftm trans Bright eyes (uses he/him pronouns. This Chapter isn't going to make any sense unless you've read all the other chapters but to save you the time I'd like to remind you that treasure and Bright eyes are the same person in this fic)

Family meeting.

That's what William called it.

Admittedly that's also what Vincent called it but after his encounter with Porter he was feeling a little....raw.

Especially after hearing that he would be bringing a newborn as his date.

Vincent explained to Lovely that that was the vampire equivalent of bringing a baby to a funeral.

But Lovely was quick to point out that they themselves where also still technically a newborn. Vincent was quick to add that they were the exeption.

Vincent and Lovely were the first ones there besides Bright and alexis, who had been In the house all night.

Which did make Vincent more than a little concerned for Bright's safety but he trusted the kid's resolve. They pulled up by sky side then took a moment to compose themselves.

Lovely handled the Porter situation very well in Vincent's opinion, but he was sure that others may disagree considering they decked him.

Hopefully Porter hasn't tatteled on them to William during their "meeting".

Vincent smiled at Lovely before they exited the car.

They got this.

Upon arriving they were both met with the sound of.....a piano?

"Wow that Sounds beautiful!" Exclaimed Lovely

Vincent was befuddled.

"Yeah....it dose..."

"You look surprised"

"I am. The only person here that knows how to play the piano is alexis but she's....let's just say that THIS isn't her music...(if you could even call it that)"

Lovely giggled

"Is she not very good?"

Vincent shuddered.

"No. No she is not."

His face gave the impression that alexis playing the piano wasn't the most....pleasant of memories.

But once they both arrived in the common room, they were met with a not so cheery looking alexis.

It was safe to assume that she was in fact NOT the current pianist.

"Hey alexis, who's?-"

"Bright eyes"

She interrupted sternly.

"You let him touch your piano!?"

She scoffed.

"No. He's playing on William's, I always play the burgundy one William got for me"

"Oh. Right"

Vincent and Lovely sat down. Awaiting Sam, Fred, William and Porter's arrival.

Hopefully not for very much longer, the uncomfortable tension was becoming too much to handle.

"Hey before everyone eles gets here, could you go get Bright?"

Vincent asked alexis, partly to give him and Lovely somw more time to anticipate the meeting and because Vincent wanted to know if Bright had made his decision yet.

Then again this meeting was most likely going to answer that question.

Alexis groaned

"Fine"

Alexis looked out from the doorway into the music room at Bright eyes as he played William's grand piano.

She had previously played it during the first few years of her turning until eventually William got one for herself.

A seemingly kind gesture but alexis had always suspected that his reasoning for this was so that she'd keep away from his things.

The sight caused a possessive rage to shoot through her.

She grabbed a random book from one of the shelves in the hallway next to the double doors

And threw it at Bright's head.

The corner of the book hit his skull and it caused him to jolt away from the piano

He winced in pain as a look of annoyance and fury made its way across his face.

"OW! WHAT!?"

He saw alexis scowling in the doorway.

"Come on kid, family meeting in the common room"

After this, she retreated back to the common room, nit waiting for Bright eyes to get up from his chair and close the piano.

Eventually he caught up with her.

Once Bright had entered the common room, Vincent immediately pirked up and started a conversation with him.

It wasn't long after that when Sam and Fred arrived.

Vincent and Lovely seemed happy to see Sam and were quick to start conversing about the anticipated meeting.

Which left Bright and Fred to awkwardly shuffle and avoid eyes contact with eachother.

/ Fred's pov: /

Should I say hi?

We haven't talked at all since our argument and only occasionally brushed shoulders.

But with Tank moving in with Sam....I kinda feel like mabye it's time to move out and back when we were.....alive Bright would always talk about how one day we'd move in together.

He finally mustered up the courage to look at Bright and was about to ask him about there living situation.

But as soon as they locked eyes, Bright had a scowl plastered on his face.

So Fred looked away before he got the chance to ask

/ end of Fred's pov /

Suddenly, William opened the double doors of the mansion and entered.

"I'm sorry, are we the last ones here?"

'We'? Thought Bright eyes.

"Where's Porter?"

Asked Vincent almost sternly.

"Hes still in the car but don't worry he'll be out soon"

Vincent scoffed

"I am not worried about him"

William sighed as he removed his cloak. Vincent, Sam and Lovely were sitting on the same couch with Sam sitting on the edge of it and Vincent and Lovely next to eachother.

Bright and Fred were sitting on the couch opposite to them with Bright being the closest to William as he remained standing.

Alexis had her own chair.

Then Porter entered the room.

Fred was the only one in that room that hadn't yet seen Porter so he made note of the man's appearance.

He wasn't particularly tall, mabye only a little taller than Bright eyes, but he was wearing stilettos so it was hard to tell.

There were various scars across his face. Three long claw marks layed upon his left eye and one smaller one on his jawline that reached the cusp of his mouth.

He also wore pitch black shades that were the shape of bat wings.

(Refrance ^)

Vincent scoffed

"Sunglasses at night huh? Classy"

He said sarcastically to no one in particular.

Though Porter answer him.

"Oh why thank you~"

As Porter's eyes scanned the room, his gase eventually landed on Bright eyes.

And as he did he slowly removed his shades in shock.

Bright gave him the same look as they realised the situation they had found themselves in.

And simultaneously thought of the thing that usually comes to mind when you run into somone you had a one night stand with just the other night:

"SHHIIITTT"

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(I accidentally posted an unfinished version of this cos tumbler was mad at me for the chapter being to long so I cut it in half. This is the first half. For those who saw the unfinished version...keep what happens to yourself for now)

Taggs:

@darlin-collins @anexistingexistence @you-think-i-care-mate

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #ok just one more punk progeny won't hurt~ #redacted vincent #redacted lovely #redacted bright eyes #redacted frederick #redacted fic #redacted fanfic #redacted porter solaire #redacted porter #Bright eyes x Porter #redacted william

[madelineswrld09]

new beginnings- bill kaulitz

synopsis- 19 year old elsie movies to la from russia, where she meets bill kaulitz.

paring- bill kaulitz x f! reader

As I get off the long plane ride, I stretch my legs and feel the crisp air of California. It was 2:00 at night, and the city lights were shining. I walk out of the terminal and out of the airport. The smell the air is light, unlike russia, where I was born.

"elsie?" The driver calls out my name. I hop into my taxi and zip up my coat, I yawn, knowing | have my first runway show early tomorrow. The driver puts my luggage into the trunk, and I cling onto my carryon.

The driver opens the backseat door, and I see 2 men, probably around my age. The one in the middle seat Has black hair, in thin dreads with hints of white, and the other has black braids. They both look at me in unison. the boy in the middle scoots closer to the other boy to make room for me. I set my bag in my lap and cross my legs. We exchange hellos and the boys tell my their names. "I'm bill, and this is Tom". the one in the middle says. I'm elsie. I say. The boys seem surprised by my subtle russian accent. "Are you coming from russia?" Bill asks me. "Yeah, I say. Im moving here for a fresh start away from my family." Bill smiles. "Why LA?

He says. I take a minute to respond. "There's so many more opportunities here. I'm trying to build my modeling career." Toms head pirks up. "Your a model? I had a feeling. Bill said. I laugh a little. "Why'd you want to get away from your family? Bill says. "Well my parents aren't supportive of my career. As bill was telling me childhood stories about him, I couldn't help but admire him, his eyes were a deep brown, his nose was perfectly slanted and his German accent was intriguing. So what are you guys doing in la?" I finally ask. "Oh, me and Tom are in a band called tokio hotel. we actually are living here but we just got back from Germany."

as the taxi driver pulls into the street of my high rise apartment, bill puts his hand on mine. “i didn’t get your number.” he pulls out a peice of paper and scribbles his number. i take it into my pocket. his sultry eyes staring into mine. i bite my lip without realization. i want him so badly. “y’know, it’s pretty lonely in my apartment, i could use some company. i say in a seductive voice. “want me to keep you company?” he says. “i’d love that.” i say, in a flirty tone, we head into my apartment, i can feel the sexual the tensions rising.

that night…

(part 2??)

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[braindead94]

The sound of rolling dice, is music to my ears

Reader is a small Elf whos task is to delivering important male to Jack Skeleton when she accidently tripped and lost a few letters.

But when she tries to get it back from the Boogeyman that the entire Halloween town warned her about, he offers her a game to win them back.....

(Merry Christmas yall!!! TW:Kidnapping, Gambling, blow job (female receiving), PIV, bugs)

The crisp air of snow and peppermint filled the air along with the sounds of merriment and laughter from the elfs. You smiled brightly as you stroll along the path with a pirk in your step, waving and greeting other elfs that crossed your path in Christmas Town. The bell on your longstock hat jingled as you spun around in the town square, twirling your green skirt with white fluff on the ends while catching snowflakes on your tongue before dashing off to the end of the street and towards the beautiful forest.

Santa had a new idea for Christmas that involved working with Halloween Town favorite resident, Jack Skeleton. Of course, many people here didn’t take up the idea of mingling with the likes of him because… well, their beloved skeleton kidnaps your town's leader for Saint Nick sakes!

But you took it with a cheerful smile and a happy beat in your heart. You were very curious about the folks in that scary town and for the most part, half of the rumors the elfs spread were ALMOST right.

The monsters and ghouls do eat out of the skulls of animals. They do dress in all black and have slime oozing out of them. Half of them are even dead and walking. But what surprised you the most was that they are all so inviting and open to you.

They were curious about you and your town as much as you are of theirs. The idea was that Santa would take the good children letters and the naughty letters go to Jack with little backstory of their bad behavior. He thought it would be a good idea that the Pumpkin King take up the title of Krampus (minus the whipping and kidnapping). All he had to do was scare them a little, just a little and leave coal.

The tall, bony man was thrilled to be part of this fun idea and always greeted you with a wide grin and a spark in his empty eye sockets. Sooner than later, he and many of the residents became good friends of yours. 

Well, except from those oddball kids, Lock, Stock, and Barrel. You paid them no mind when they made fun of your pointy ears and how short you are (you held it in the fact that THEY are short as well). The odd thing was that there would be few bugs around them whenever they appeared, and only to disappear after they left. Or how the insects in Halloween town seemed to follow you about.

You just turn the other cheek and move on when they come onto your path.

Perhaps you could invite some of your friends over to Halloween town one day. Then your whole friends could become one big group so you’ll never have to separate anything anymore.

You hummed a jolly tune as you made your way through the pine trees that slowly dwindled down from thick with wide trunks and brimming with pine leaves to thin and spices. Hiking up your heavy backpack full of tightly packed letters and a box of your homemade Christmas cookies (both chocolate chips and swirl cookies), your wide eyes scanned for your destination.

Seeing the familiar sight of the Holiday doors, you nearly ran over to the pumpkin door and knocked on it, one two three, one two three, one two three four five.

You didn’t have to, but you felt it was only polite to do so before opening it and eagerly jumping in with the brightly colored leaves of red, orange and brown swirled around you and you disappeared into the darkness.

With practice and with muscle memory, you curled up into a ball just when you felt something hard and flat hit your feet, rolling forward and plopping open in the dark and scary forest.

You just got up, dust yourself off and stroll into the well beaten path to the spooky town. The moon was full and bright, almost hurting your eyes as it lighted up your path. The trees around you were tall, lanky and dead with the smell of dried sap and fresh dirt. 

You happily stepped on crisp leaves with your curled up shoes, the bell on your long hat jingled, almost skipping on when you saw you were getting close to the three thick or treaters tree house.

Your lips almost made a scowl but pressed on with lead feet, hoping they weren't home to taunt you or throw rotten apples at you again. You were almost passing by the hill when something hooked on the curl of your green shoe and made you trip.

“Wahhhh!!” You crashed hard, your chin hitting the dirt hard. You cringed in pain as you slowly sat up on your knees, only to see your backpack opened and spilling letters out. “Ohhhh no no no no no!” You muttered as you began to snatch them up and shove it in the pack, never bothering to straighten them out or even if they were getting crinkled with the carelessness of stuffing. Thankfully your cookies were still inside.

You turned to your left to gather more, then to your right to get the rest. 8 letters, 5 letters, only 4 more letters to go-

A gust of wind brushed through your exposed hair and picked up the 4 remaining letters in the air. You could only look in disbelief when it landed only a few feet away from the dreaded treehouse. “How on…” You didn’t bother finishing it when you clamped the pack shut and rushed out to grab the remaining envelopes.

But they moved out of your grasp, very comically like an old silent film actor getting his hat. It was as if they were moving on their own. You huffed in annoyance as you unknowingly got closer and closer to the tree, right at the base where the trunk meets the ground… except you stopped at the unexpected moat that dipped down into darkness.

You halted your progress, almost falling off the ledge as you saw the letters getting carried in the air and through an open window by…

Your eyes widened as you saw many beetles clinging onto the white envelopes, their wings buzzing hard as they slipped into the crack of the window just enough for them.

Blinked at how ridiculous this looked, you sat back on your feet and stared at the trunk. Looking through the glass, you saw nothing but darkness. 

Welp, this is going to be a problem.

You lean your body back to look up at the treehouse, debating whether or not it’s worth bothering the little deviants and ask to look into their basement, or living room, or whatever it is. But the more you think about it, the more scenarios pop up with unfavorable endings.

You think if Jack would be of assistance but then again, he is a busy skeleton and it would only make things worse when they get caught, they would probably heckle you even more later if that were to be.

You nibble on your thumbnail, your mind racing until a new idea pops up. ‘What if I just…. Sneak in?’ You thought. “No, no, breaking in is bad! And besides, I’m sure those letters are not that important.” You reasoned. ‘But Santa does it once a year for Christmas, for a good reason. And he explained that these children are growing up worse and worse each year with no consequences, they would have to learn to behave for the betterment of their adult years and to others.’ Says the reason in your mind.

A small sigh left your lips as you looked at the dark window, then to the darkness of the moat. Luckily there was a rope that hung from the branches above, so after you made sure to secure your pack, you clamped onto the rope and climbed down to the glass. Luckily it wasn’t locked and you gently let yourself in.

‘Ohhhhh, this still feels wrong. ’ You think as you waved your arm in the dark to feel the walls. Your hands grasp something long and hard. Your brows frowned at the feel of it, how smooth and wrong it felt. Almost familiar though.

You hung onto it and found more things similar to it on the wall and slowly climbed down until your feet touched the floor. Now with the safety of the ground, you looked around to see… still nothing but you can hear a lot of scuffling. Like lots of tiny little feets scampering about all around you.

Quickly thinking, you reach for your bell and with a small blow, you ring it with a golden chime echoing the room and it begins to glow.

The light wasn’t enough to fill in the whole thing, so you saw it was a big room. Wider and bigger than Mr. and Mrs. Claus' own house. You turned around to the wall you climbed down-

You scream when you see skeletons hanging by their wrists and ankles stretching them out without breaking them apart on chains. Their bones covered in disgusting paint as their skulls looked down at you with their jaw open and their sockets looking at you dully.

You tumbled backward before trying to calm yourself down. ‘It’s okay, it’s okay.. It’s just skeletons, you’ve seen them around Halloween Town, you are friends with one. Everything is fi-’ 

You let out another scream when you look down to see bugs of many sizes and shapes skittering all over the floor, some on your green shoes and almost crawling up your red and white stockings.

Immediately, you stomp and kick at them when you hear a deep chuckle behind you. With a snap, the room began to glow bright and the bigs seemed to be repealed by the light. Within seconds, they disappeared into the cracks of the walls before you.

“Don’t pay them too much, little lady. They are only takin’ a good look at cha.” Said a deep, southern voice behind you.

You turned to see the whole room and blinked in surprise. It was a large game room with a wheel with sharp edges and another skeleton strapped in the middle. The floor you were standing on was a circle with red and black boxes with golden numbers and skull painted on the ends and the middle had cracks that indicated that it was holding something inside.

Further ahead of you was a large throne that was built with big dice and coins with insects crawling in and out of it, and on that throne was a very, very large man who looked at you with keen interest.

His face was plump with a wicked smile on his cupid lips, his teeth all crooked and jagged like broken bottles while the ends of his mouth had stitches that extended his smile. He had a thick mustache with a soul patch on his chin with stitches lining underneath that chin all the to the sides of his face until it hid under his ears. He wore black glasses that glinted in the light. 

His black hair groomed back, and his pale skin nearly popped out of his dark, burgundy suit that looked like it was stitched in thick string with a black shirt with a striped, orange and black tie. You looked at the big, stitched up man with a feeling of meeting a hungry lion when you saw him holding the 4 letters in his hands.

“Oh! You have my letters! I’m so sorry for breaking into your home, sir.” You called out as you started to walk towards him, the feeling did not go away as you came closer. “I tripped and lost some of my letters, and for some reason some bugs carried them here. If I may have them back please, I’ll leave your…” You looked around the whole bizarre place for a proper word. “Lovey home.” You finished, now standing in front of him, but still a good few meters away.

Even from this distinct, you could still see how tall he really was, and say how his suit looked a bit tight on him, especially around his belly. He raised a thick eyebrow as he looked over the envelopes in his hands, fanning himself while thinking before giving you a smirk. “No.” 

You blinked with your mouth agape.

“I’m-I’m sorry-”  “Listen here, darlin’,” He began, his southern drawl laying his voice thick as he crossed his leg over the other, his face never losing that hidden sense of humor. “I know you and your boss loves ta break in and all. But here in Halloween Town, we don’t do that. Especially if ya don’t know what type of surprises linger in our homes. ‘Sides, you don’t have anything to trade for these.” He added as he sat back with a lazy grunt.

Your mind becomes jumbled with excuses for Santa and for your rude intruding as you try to apologize to him when you think of the cookies. “Well, if it’s a trade you want sir, I have some treats with me that you could have.” His eyes, so very human for a resident living in a monster filled world, light up at the word treat. “Well, present them here, cutie.” 

Your cheeks turned red as he called you that, nearly fumbling the box out of your backpack. Placing the bag down, you walked up to the man in the chair. It feels odd, so vastly different from Santa Claus, surrounded by kind people and how many children line up to ask him for presents, how his face glowed with warmth and giving. Always have a smile that makes you light up.

This man is the opposite in this lonely game place, letting out a feeling of cold and selfishness, his dark eyes pierced through your soul and even looked at your box with a wide smile as he placed the envelopes on his wide lap as you came up to up. You noticed how your shoulders were just almost taller than his knees. ‘Goodness, he might be taller than Santa himself. ’ You think. 

The man reached out and instead of taking the box off your hands, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer between his now open legs (you saw morse stitches on his hands, one ending on the palm of his hand and around his wrist and on the other around his ring finger). You felt your cheeks becoming warmer as his skin, which felt callused and coarse, still held onto you as he opened the box and let out a delighted ah.

“Well ain’t they just the most de-licious looking treats. Did ya make these yourself?” He asked as he just took one and munch on a chocolate chip cookie. 

You cleared your throat and answered yes, waiting for him to let you go. But he didn’t, he ate another and another, all while still holding onto you. 

“And look at these funny little men with buttons on them! And you get to eat them? You Christmas folks must be darker than I give ya credit for.” He smirked as he took a gingerbread man. You stood awkwardly as you waited for him to finish, mentally sighing and promising to bake more for Sally and the little dead boy with his bat friend. 

Once the tall man in stitches finished all the surgery cookies, he finally let go of your arm and sat back with a consent smile on his face and a few crumbs on his patch. “Well shave my legs and call me Bessy, those are one of the best damn things I’ve ever tasted. What are they called?”

You stepped back with a wayward grin and answered him, then explained how you made them though it looked like he didn’t care about the making process of them as he just wiped away the crumbs with a raggedy rag from his jacket pocket.

“So…um, now that you’ve had your cookies, I’ll take the letters back now-” “Now hang on a minute, little sugar. I never did agree to give them to you if I ate any of your delights. You just walked on up and offered them to me like a present. And isn't that what you folks are all about, given shit away for free?” 

You stood there flabbergasted, trying to bring up reason but thinking back, he never did verbally agree to give them to you. But the way he was implying should have been enough, right?

“Um…” Was all you could say as you fumble with the red box in your hand, trying to come up with something to get those papers back. “You're really dead set on getting them back, huh?” He chuckled, then a gleam of an idea flashing in his eyes and his smile grew, nearly popping the stitches on the sides.

“How about this, you play a game with me. If you win four times, you get your letters back and you get to leave. How does that sound?” You nodded eagerly before you paused. “Wait, what happens if I lose?”

He let out a laugh as he sat back on his throne. “Well that was quick! Most folks would just play my games before even askin’ that question! Well, little missy if you lose,” He leaned back down to you, his body towering over you. The gleam of his glasses shined before his dark pupils almost glowed green in the shadow. “You get to stay here with me.” He whispered. 

You balked at the mere thought of just staying here in this-this empty room of games, stepping away from him. He smirked when you almost tumbled backward that caused you to drop the box. “That-that’s not a fair trade! They are only just papers-” 

“Papers that you are so very anxious to get back, like a kid with fire ants in his pants. Are they really that important to risk your own life to break into an unknown territory and just stroll in without knocking the residents first?” The man exclaimed in his heavy southern drawl, collapsing his hands together. “If ya ask me, that just seems mighty rude to me. Almost naughty. And here I thought all pretty little elfs were supposed to be fucking nice.”

Your face nearly crumbled with shame as you fiddled with your hands. “I-I-I’m so sorry sir-I honestly was just-” that did it, you turned around to the window with tears nearly drawn out of your big eyes. “I’ll just leave you alone and never bother you again.”

“Now hold on there, who says you were a bother?” He asked. You halted as you turned back to him. His smirk still present on his face as he held up one paper. That is out of the envelope. “I am very curious about this,” He reads one of it, raising his glasses on his crooked nose. “Kid named Daniel. What’s so special about him, huh? Causing a ruckus with his family? Need someone to discipline him? Maybe I could pay him a visit and teach him a thing or two.” He drawled on as you made your way back to him with rushed steps.

Your bell jingled as you tried to reach out for the paper but he only sat back and held it higher with a laugh. “Give that back! That is meant for Jack Skeleton!” 

With the mention of the skeleton name made him stop. The air became tense as you heard thousands of bugs scuttling in the walls as if they were retreating. “Jack Skeleton, eh? What, is that big old oaf of a red lobster asking him to deliver presents again? Or just scare them into being good? Well,” 

He smiled wider, wider until the side stitches unravel and his mouth showed more jagged teeth. The glow of his dark eyes showed again as a shadow passed over his face. “Perhaps I could pay the tiny tikes a visit. Scare the living shit out of them myself into being good children.” He whispered, his voice deeper with more voices joining, making him more demonic.

Ice turned your blood cold as your stomach squeezed as he loomed over you. There was no way you could just leave now without those letters. If he knew more about those naughty kids, he could hurt them or worse!

“Let's play a game then!” You squeaked out. “If I win four times then I’ll leave you forever! You won't ever have to hear from me ever again!” His eyes blinked before his side stitches closed up again as leaned back, more calmer but with that same gleam in his eyes.

“A smart decision, little darlin.” He snapped his fingers and a spotlight turned on behind you, pointing to a table and two chairs on each side that popped up behind you.

‘How-when did that-’ The man got up, up and up, startling you to step back as he made his way over to it while stuffing the paper into it’s container. “Now then, what games do you know about, Miss Y/n?” You think as you walk behind him from a safe distance. “Well, I know Uno. That’s a-wait,” You paused, thinking how he was quick to anger when you mentioned Jack just once. 

“Maybe not that game. How about Go Fish? I’m good at Go Fi-” “Sugar, I’m asking for a grown-up game, not some” He waved his hand as he sat in one chair. “Child's card game that’s meant to entertain a pathetic 5-year-old. Nah, I’m talking about a real man's game.”

You felt bristled when he insulted a child but kept it to yourself as you went to your chair and climbed up it, slightly pleased that had the right size to let you be seen from the other side of the table, but it did make it harder to climb up it. You made a hum as your mind raced to think of a new game. ‘Alright, so perhaps he might be interested in board games. Maybe he has Sorry?’

“How about Blackjack, do you know that one?” He asked, whipping out a pack of cards out of nowhere. You blinked as he began to shuffle them in a flashy, elegant way over the table with the green velvet feel, like a magician showing off his magic. Your eyes are drawn to how he flicked one card up into the air and caught the rest.

“Or maybe Poker? I’m always a sucker for Poker. If that aint’ your style,'' He rolled his wrist and out appeared two red dice with skulls on it rolled onto the table. “We can play some roulette. The choice is yours to pick, Y/n.”

You think hard, frowning at the table. “Um… I haven’t played any of those games. I’m sorry…” You said sheepishly. His smile widened, and not in a friendly way. “Well that’s alright sweetie, I’ll teach ya. Lets go with Poker then, always a good one to start off with.” You nodded, at least trusting the process of getting those letters back-

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name.” You added. “That you didn’t, my apologies. Around these parts, they call me the Boogeyman, but my real name is Oogie Boogie.” You felt a tingle of recognition from the name in your mind. The people in Halloween Town have mentioned him but never gotten into too much detail. But they did tell you to never trust the Boogie Man, not even with a little penny or your life.

Well, that isn’t a great start off but you had no choice. “Ok, Mr.Boogie. Let’s play Poker.”

So he spent a few minutes teaching you about the game, sprinkling some bits of it’s…. colorful history. It was kinda hard to understand how it works because of his accent but you slowly understood how the game operates, not that he slowed down for you to catch up when he started to deal with the cards out.

Mr.Boogie was even kind enough to play a few practice rounds before playing the game for real after you won some fake rounds (which he gave you begruttle praise for). 

Then the game really began.

He placed down one envelope in the center of the table with the green velvet on the top. Then he dealt the cards out until you both got an even 5. Following the rules, you peeked at the first two cards.

They were two threes, one diamond and another a club. 

That round was rather short but you managed to win that first round easily with the rest of the three being 6s, two spades and one club. 

Oogie just smiled widely at your winning before dealing for another round while you eagerly get the first letter back.

The next round was a bit harder as you tried to keep your face neutral when you saw you got two aces. You looked at his face, really trying to study him as he looks at his own. He rubbed the soul patch on his chin, deep in thought before going in. You placed it down, then flipped up the rest of the cards when it showed that his cards were just as good as your aces.

It was three more aces.

You let out a cheer of glee as you picked up the second letter while you spun around on your chair, the golden bell at the end of your hat jingled along with your laughter. Oogie patiently waited until you sat back down with a bright smile on your face.

He had his own smile that didn’t look right.

“Why don’t we make this more interesting, sug.” he said. Still riding on that winning high, you nodded eagerly. “How ‘bout we throw in some strip poker fer a few rounds?”

That…. Threw you off that high ride. “Strip? As in… stripping wallpaper off?” You asked. The man in stitches let out a belly full laughter, tilting his head as he did so while you felt even more confused and peeved at his bizarre behavior.

After he calmed down enough, he stared at you with a glint inside of the dark pools in the middle of his eyes with a glowing but of green inside of them and said “No little doll. After you lose a hand, you have to take one article of clothing off of you until you're completely naked.”

Your face reddened hard while you dropped your cards on the table as if they caught on fire. “No, no way! Absolutely not! That is very inappropriate and really weird! Why would you want to add that in? Why would anybody play strip poker?!” You shrieked as you crossed your arms.

He just shrugged nonchalantly. “To enhance the experience! It gets folks on the Human side all riled up, make it interesting! Otherwise this whole game would be dull, and you are having a good time ain'tcha? You don’t want to ruin that with just two more rounds, right?”

Your cheeks felt warm but you did pounder on his words for a bit.

The game was starting to get good, and you felt like you had a winning streak going on….. Pulse you have layers of clothing on sooo….

You square up your shoulders, clearing your throat before agreeing with him with a soft okay. 

Oogies face broke out in his grin and his eyes flashed green again.

The first round went quickly as you got new cards, but it ended up with you losing to him. ‘No worries. I have tons of layers.’ You think as you took off your thick red coat and placed it neatly on the back of your chair neatly.

The next round, you lost again, and you slipped your curl toe shoes off and let both of them fall onto the floor limply. The man in front of you huffed in amusement as you continued on with a determined look on your face.

You managed to win the next round with a royal flush, and you squealed in delight and stuck out your tongue at him. Oogie simply smirked at you as he undoes his necktie and plop it onto the table. The next round you won again and gosh! This Poker game is really something else! You let out a whoop when you won the next round.

“Ha! By the time I’m done with this game, I’ll be the Queen of Po-po-poker…” Your excited words trailed off when he sat back and slowly unbuttoned his jacket and instead of taking it off, he slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt. Slowly, one…. By… one as if he was teasing you. 

The stitches from under his chin led down his throat and continued on until he fully opened up his shirt, leaving his plump chest and big belly out for all to see.

You stare at the lines between his pecs and two more split on his belly like a peace sign. Oogie Boogie rested his hands on the table and waited for you to speak up. After a full minute had passed by, you leaned forward and looked him in the eyes through his glasses. “Did that hurt?” You asked with concern.

He looked surprised, as if no one had asked him that before he chuckled a bit, his fingers twitching as if he wanted to grab something. “Nah, sugar. It didn’t hurt me at all.” You nodded, not bothering the thought that he never took off his jacket for the strip poker and continued on. 

Now, you were really taking your time after you lost your candy cane stockings and the only thing that is keeping you properly covered up is your green dress. Your hat is the last article of clothing is your hat, but the bell is your best chance of escaping out of here in case something goes wrong.

“Can we get back to the letters please, I would like to end this soon so I can leave you in peace.” Oogie smirked, his thick eyebrow raised in a teasing manner. “Why so anxious to leave little o’ me? Am I really that unbearable to be around with?”

You paled as you shook your head no. “I’m so sorry to give you that impression!” You lied, your ears lowering out of habit. “I just don’t want anyone to worry about meEEEE!” You shrieked and you felt something crawling up your bare leg. You shiver and try to shake it off but it held on as it climbed higher and higher-OH NO! It’s a black widow!!

You stood on your highchair as you try to think of a way to get it off without touching it when a large hand reached out with his palms up next to your waist where the creepy crawly stood. “Come along now darlin’. You’re givin our special guest a fright.” He drawls in his thick southern accent. The spider excitedly hopped on his hand and Oogie raised it up closer to your face before withdrawing it onto his seat.

Your heart was still pounding when you began to sit, then froze as you watched the big man bringing the Black Widow to his belly.

The seams on his belly came undone, then slowly his skin split open to reveal darkness with the sounds of lots of something small and slithering and skittering inside him. The spider crawled out of his hand, over his skin and joined in the rest of the sounds, it’s body seemingly mingling with the rest of the dark.

You watched on with disgust as the skin closed in on itself and the seams stitched itself back together and his belly became whole once more. Your skin felt cold as you just stared at his torso before looking up at him. He sat there leaned back with a smirk. “Enjoying the view, little lady? Well, if ya like, you could unwrap me yourself if you're curious about me.” He winked.

You shudder as you pick up your scattered cards and put your focus into the game.

Unfortunately, your mind was not in the same space as it was before and soon you’ve lost another round. He held out his hand for a letter and, with hesitation, you gave one back to him.

The next hour was spent alternating playing poker then strip poker when you felt you couldn’t handle losing a letter. He took off his jacket, leaving his shirt on and unbutton while you took off your fingerless gloves, necklace and after making an uneasy decision, took off your green dress rather than your hat.

If something were to happen, you’ll ring it for a quick emergency.

You could feel the man with the bugs eyes burning onto your bare skin as you shimmy out of it, your cheeks and the tip of your ears blushing hard as you folded it neatly and put it on your lap. Something told you that he might try to take your dress if you leave it unintended. Now you were just wearing a tank top that rested over your bra and stripped panties.

Of course, that decision didn’t go unnoticed.

“Now why take that dress rather than your hat. Granted, you look more adorable, tasty then a slut in the best whorehouse in the world, but I’m just wonderin.” Your face grew red as you stayed silent and picked up your cards again.

He let out a deep chuckle and looked at his cards. You looked into yours and nearly broke out in a grin. It was another royal flush. You nearly wiggled in your seat as you eyed up the very last, nearly crumbled letter that sits too close to Oogie Boogie. You are almost home free!

But then you started to notice the discarded pile and how high it is. You recounted the mount of times he redealt the cards after three rounds, that should have been enough to mix the cards up, right?

You then remember you’ve played an Ace of clubs in one round then the very next one, HE had an Ace of clubs in his winning deck.

“Wait a minute…” You placed your cards down as you leer at the tall man across from you. He glanced up, a knowing look placed in his eyes behind his glasses.

“Are you… cheating?” You asked with a hushed voice. Oogie Boogie just paused before his face broke out in a wide, wide grin. “Took ya long enough.” He said, nearly snickering as he dumped his cards on the table.

You slam your fist on the table, red bloomed on your face as you stood on your chair to scold closer at him. “That isn’t right!? Do you know how dishonest that is? How it ruins the game?! Now this isn’t even a real winning!!” You yelled, your voice nearly breaking from the lack of how much you’ve let your anger go.

“Well then I guess I’ll have those letters back then.” He pointed out, raising a hand with a smile. You blinked, then looked back at the envelopes and paled. Oh no…

“I…” You stutter out but your shoulders crumble downward. He’s right, you didn’t properly win them. So with a heavy hand, you gave it back to him, which he eagerly accepted. But his hand got a bit too close to yours, nearly grazing skin to cold skin.

“How about this, doll face,” Said Oogie with a mocking look of symphony as he collapsed his hands on the table. You waited as you sat down and crossed your arms to warm yourself up. ‘Fudge, I’ll need to get dressed quickly-’ 

“Let’s play a different game, no tricks, no cheating. Just an honest game of chance.” He said. You blinked at him again. “Y-y-you’re serious?” “As serious as a heart attack, sugar.” He quipped back.

You think about it, really think hard on it. 

He’s been cheating, probably from the very beginning. Maybe he didn’t even teach you all the rules of the game and you completely fell for it like a cotton headed ninnymuger!

“Alright, but it has to be with a game I know.” You demanded. He shrugged and sat back with a small grunt. “So, what do ya reckon? Miss.Y/n?” 

You ponder… and ponder… then a game up with a game that both Humans and Elfs play. If your kind and Humans know how to play it, then surely he might know. “Do you know the game Passage?”

He smiled wider as he took out his 6 pair of dice he showed you earlier and proceeded to do fancy tricks on his fingers. “I sure do, Y/n.”

You beamed, glad to have something going in your favor. “Good! Then if I win, I get the letters back, not one by one, all of them. And if you win-” “Then you get to stay here with me, little lady.” He smirked. A shiver slither up your spine as the cold settles in your blood. You swallow your fear as you nodded with a firm look on your face. 

“Deal…. but why-” He cut you off when he cleared the table by swiping his arm across the table, totally disregarding the nice-looking cards and set the dice on the table. Oogie just smirked at your shocked face as he held out his hand with two dice with snake details on it. “Ladies first.”

You both play the first round with no issues so far. You gained 3 points, then 5, then Oogie get 7 points. 

“Well well well, looks like you are losing pretty quickly, Y/n. If I were you, I’d start praying for a Christmas Miricale.” He taunted, leaning forward with his elbows on the table. You just huffed and started to roll with great vigor, anxiety riddled your mind when it dawned on you.

You’ve never told him your name.

Your body froze at the revelation. Your heartbeats almost stopped. Oogie Boogie looked confused, raising an eyebrow. “What’s the matter? Lost interest in getting these babies back?” He asked. You only stare back at him as you slowly gather up your courage and ask “How did you know my name?”

The second you asked, he grinned wolf like with jagged teeth. “Hehehehe….. You are way smarter than you give off, sugar.”

Your body jerked to get off the highchair, landing awkwardly as you stumbled to get away from the man in stitches getting up from his seat, your body hurting from the fall, no doubt you’ll be getting scabs from crawling back. 

“How-how did you know my name?!” you demanded, shivering as your ears lowered down until your hand felt something slimy. You let out a shriek and stopped when you saw a whole menagerie of bugs crawling behind you as if to keep you from reaching to the wall, the only escape from HIM.

His footsteps were loud compared to Santas as he strolled leisurely to you, his black shirt still unbuttoned and his hands in his pockets. “Why, with my little friends, of course! I like to keep in touch with my ‘neighbors’ above, just to stay in the know-how. So imagine my surprise when I see cute little you strolling in with that little bell hat chatting with the Halloween folk, being all buddy buddy with them for the past few months. I’ve been keeping an eye on you for a long time now, and just the mere sight of you,” He let out a low whistle with a smirk, eyeing your body as a patron would at a butcher shop. “Just gets me all riled up.” 

You suddenly remember the golden bell, your only chance to get out of here! Your hand shot out to grab it when something slithered around your hat and tugged back. With a yelp, you turn around to see a large snake in yellow and black stripes slinking backward to the rising crowd of bugs, beetles and flys swarming around you as you try to make a grab for it. Only to have a pair of large, and stitched up hands slip underneath your arms and lift you up, up, up and up.

“Now, let me get a proper look atcha.” He grumbled with delight as he brought you chest to chest with him. Your legs dangled underneath you as your arms were pinned against his bare chest. You could only look up at him with your widened eyes colored in fear, which only made him chuckle. 

“Now if you ain’t just the cutest sight, I don’t know who is.” Oogie muttered, bringing your back to the table with ease. You only wiggled, really that all you could do as you pleaded with him was images of his stitches opening up to release his inner army of bugs crawling and feasting on your flesh and bones flashed through your mind. “Please! Please don’t eat me! I’m not that tasty!” You yelled, shutting your eyes as you tried to kick his stomach.

But that only made him laugh.

“Oh I do intend to do just that, sugar. But not in a way your thinkin.” He giggled as he rubbed the back of his hand over your cheek, his eyes just lighted up in excitment. In the haze of your fear, you felt…..confused by that statement. 

“Wha-what do-” You let out a yelp when he plopped you to the table, the thumb of your body made the dice roll over the table, but Oogie paid it no mind. “Just follow my lead, dollface.” He drawled as he planted his hands beside your head before leaning down to kiss your gasped lips.

You let out another yelp in the kiss as his tongue dominated the kiss, cold and slimy as his jagged teeth grazed over your lips. Your heart bounded in fear and sorrow, almost morning over the loss of your first kiss. You try to push him away on his shoulders but he only pressed his body against yours, further trapping you. 

Your breathing became ragged, feeling more trapped as he nipped and sucked at your lips, nearly breaking skin as he continued down your neck, suckling and leaving big red marks. You felt scared, you wanted OUT but….. Why was this feeling so good?

“Why? Why are you doing thi-” He placed his hand over your mouth, shoving his thumb in your mouth. “Don’t ask such questions, Y/n. Just focus on how nice it feels. Doesn't this feel good? Have you ever been fucked before?” That was a word you’ve heard while visiting the Human side, so vulgar, so vile… but why does it feel okay?

“Have you ever been kissed?” He asked, his smile widening then before. You shut your eyes as you shook your head no. “Awwh, well then,” His face came back up to yours, his eyes glowing green as he peered into yours. “ You are in for a treat.” Oogie hissed delightfully before you felt a hand slip into your underwear and rip it off.

You shriek on his thumb as the man leaned back, appearing to sit down at his chair again and kiss at the base of your mound, his beard scratching the delicate part of your skin. Your hands scratched at his hand that was holding you down until something slithered around your wrists and yanked them back.

He parted your shivering legs and cooed at you. “Aw, what’s the matter, little elf? Feelin nervous? Well, don’t worry your pretty mind over it.” You looked down to plead with him to stop, trying to ignore the hot feelings that refused to leave when you froze when his mouth widened up again. The stitches become undone and two black tongue-like appendages slithered out to lick his teeth, one red and black stripped, the other yellow and black. “I'll calm those frenzy nerves of yours down in no time.” 

His hands gripped your thighs hard as he lowered his lips to your folds and-OH GOODNESS!

Ecstasy pounded into your veins, a newfound experience that you felt for the first time as one tongue licked up and down your clit while another gently poked into your pussy. Your skin felt warm, your stomach felt warmer still with something tightening. Your cunt clenched around that one tongue as he ate you out harder, harder, sucking on your clit as the other just slathered drool over your folds.

You began to gasp in more air, your back arched in pleasure while his huge hands ghosted up to your hips to hold you still with a bruise like grip. You whimper as you felt the core in your belly grew tighter, tighter, tighteerrr-

Oogie chuckles rumbled through his body and into yours and he thrusted one tongue and sucked HARD and you snapped.

You scream loudly while you arched up as pleasure bloomed through your mind and body, almost trembling when he sat up straighter with juices from your pussy and drool connecting to your throbbing folds. The black and yellow tongue licked around his lips and his mouth closed a bit until it looked ‘normal’ as he look at your trembling body with sickening pride.

“Ya like that, little doll?” You blinked away your tears, your face and body almost red as you panted to regain your breathing back. He laughed as he slid his hands under your tank top and under your bra until his fingers gripped your breasts. You shivered-Oh wow, his hands are MASSIVE!

“God, I’ve wanted you the moment I saw ya when you stepped into the courthouse. All dressed up in that pretty little outfit, that stupid bell ringing with ever’ step, fuck I wanted to just sneak into your town and snatch you up myself.” He confessed as he kissed your neck, nipping again.

“But I waited fer the perfect moment, the right timing to snatch you up and now you’re here. Mine fer the taken, mine to have…” He trailed off as his slick lips trailed up to your own. You turned your head away in disgust, but he caught your lips and kissed you hard again as lovers would go after never seeing each other.

Oogie then ripped your top apart along with your bra as he muttered obscure things. “Gonna stuff ya until you burst, gonna fuck your tiny cunt-fuck!” He sat up, his glasses slightly crooked on his own crooked nose as he unbuckled his pants with hast.

Your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when his hard dick sprung out. His handsome, plump face smirked, almost preemed when he saw your expression. “You really must be a virgin, huh little elf?” You shivered at the excitement in his southern voice as he lowered his body over yours, angling his thick cock to your cunt while placing his hands over your trapped ones.

“Don’t fret, Y/n…” He purred, grinning like a shark. “I’ll be gentle.” You felt him lie as he suddenly snapped his hips forward and-

You screamed at the foreign and painful feeling of having something in your pussy, the feeling of getting practically FULL nearly blinded you, but it felt so, so GOOD! Your body, already overstimulated, began to shake under him again.

Your face scrunched as your body was trying to adjust to him as Oogie cackled, throwing his head back and his mouth widening again. You froze when you saw he stitches his between his chest slowly opening, going down until his belly and you whimpered when some snakes and thick centipedes slithered out and dropped on your body.

“Don’t focus on them, sugar, just focus on how good I’m makin ya.” Oogie whispered in your ear as he began to thrust slowly. You moaned as the feeling of pain left and was replaced by ecstasy and hot. The gross animals on your body began to move all over your skin, slithering and crawling, making your over sensitive skin prickly and warm.

You whine as he nips and sucks at your neck again, his mustache and soul patch rubbing against your skin in the right way as the snakes wrapped around your tits and squeeze gently. The centipedes formed a line around your waist, their tiny feet almost tickling that would make you giggle if Oogie wasn’t kissing you again, and wrapped themselves around and around until they covered your entire waist and squeezed too.

The big man's thrusting began to get harsher, rougher as if he was impatient. Oogie grunted as he held your face with his hands and kissed harder and harder. You mewled in the kiss, tasting your cum, your body feeling so many things at once, the centipede's tight hold managed to hug your waist even when his dick was stuffing your cunt until it bulged.

“I’m so-so close, sugar. Fuck, your pussy is so tight! ” He growled, biting your lip. His thumbs wiped away the tears streaming down your face as the snake's head rested on top of your chest and licked your nipples.

“So tight fer me, so good fer me, I’m going to stuff your cunt until your full!” His thrusting became harder as your core began to get tighter again. Your mind was blank, nearly gone by just how good this all feels.

Then he snapped hard one last time and you felt something warming your inside as you became undone again.

Your ears started to ring while your body felt floppy, loose on the table while Oogie Boogie panted over you. The snakes and the centipedes unwrapped themselves and crawled off of your sweaty body and towards the middle of your chest when you felt Oogies belly opened up and they disappeared inside.

He stood up and started to button up his black shirt, smiling as if he just won the prize at the carnival fair. You just lay still and just breathe slowly as your mind felt empty, clouded by the leftover high and passion. He chuckled as he buckled up his pants as his eyes wandered over your small body. Over your curves, the dips of the hips, how wet your cunt looks, and how glazed your big eyes are.

“Yeah…” He muttered to himself as he scooped you up, his big hand brushing into your tangled hair to cup your head before he turned around to his room. “I think you’re gonna stay here fer a really long time, little sugar…”

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Kanto!Mikey x Omega reader pt2

Mikey waited outside the university, resting against babu as a few Kanto manji men sat around him on their respective bikes and waited for (name) to get out as the Alpha didn't like the idea of his Omega not being directly beside him at all times.

The men were out of their Kanto uniforms, dressed more casual as students marvelled at them eyeing the pretty Alphas that looked like models.

Mikey perked up as he noticed the youngest Haitani walk through the gates, face neutral but anyone who looked hard enough could see Mikey was excited to see his mate "hi Mikey..." (Name) said softly as Mikey kissed him gently once close enough, silently telling the campus who (name) belonged to along with having him wear his shirts covered in Mikey's scent.

Didn't need anyone talking to his Omega.

"How were classes?" Mikey asked as one of his men took (name)s bag to hold onto, Mikey's Omega wouldn't have to lift a finger if he had a say about it.

"They were fine... Did good on that assignment" Mikey let out a pleased sound, happy his mate was doing well in school and not gonna lie he found the fact that (name) was smart... Kind of hot.

That and the fact that (name) new how to defend himself, Mikey was pleased (name) could defend himself if he was alone.

He just needed to convince the Omega to have one of his men with him as security.

(Name) hugged his mid section as they drove through Tokyo, the smell of Mikey's pharamones mixed with his body wash made (name) dizzy as he pressed a kiss to his back and cuddled into it.

This was an almost daily for Mikey, collecting his mate and bringing him home before returning to gang activities as he prefered his mate live with him and (name) didn't have many complaints other than asking for regular visits from his brothers and such.

Compromises.

Mikey was thankful (name) only really associated with betas and other omegas, most Alphas already avoiding him because of his last name because no alpha wanted to get their ass beat by the king's of Roppongi and now he had the title as Mikey's mate on him.

He was practically a walking warning sign at this point.

He was also a bigger target sadly and Mikey worried.

Once they got home, Mikey took (name)s bag from his men and the two walked into the penthouse together, the place already more lively with the omegas presence "don't leave without texting me and having someone with you, ok?" Mikey said pulling (name) close and rubbing the omegas sides slowly as (name) leaned into his touch, purring slightly "I was thinking about the body guard thing..." (Name) said snuggling into him and mikey pirked up at this but acted relaxed and not phased per usual, making a sound of acknowledgement "if they dress casually and don't go walking beside me like a man on a mission but like casual, maybe it would be fine..." (Name)s words made Mikey trill in excitement as he smiled softly at his mate.

That smile sent chills down (name)s spine, god how was someone so pretty?

"I'm glad... Now I don't wanna leave" Mikey said lovely in his ear, nipping slightly and smirking at the blush (name) produced.

Another thing (name) learned about mikey, the Alpha was a horn dog but (name) wasn't phased much as he felt equal attraction to the man.

"Later Alpha... You got work to do..." (Name) said flustered, choosing to play with the sleeves of Mikey's shirt as the blond chuckled slightly at his reaction "I will hold you to that little Omega" Mikey said with a low tone that made (name) feel fuzzy and dizzy, a soft whine escaping (name)s lips.

Mikey eventually left, kissing (name) roughly before leaving while licking his lips.

(Name) forced himself to ignore the warmth in his lower stomach as he went to work on his assignments in the living room area and grabbed a snack and drink, getting comfortable and focusing on his computer.

(Name) was thankful Mikey let him go forward with his degree, he may not be able to go into the field he wants after but it was nice to have. Omegas finding work in bigger fields was laughable sadly, employers finding any reason to not hire them.

He was happy he had a good alpha, seeing his own gender forced to be with awful Alphas... His brothers told him Mikey would be good for him despite all his flaws and he couldn't help but agree with them. Mikey was a very good alpha, albiet a bit overbearing but nothing he couldn't handle.

Mikey never said what happened to the man who tried to kill him, (name) never pressing on it but... He had an idea.

He knew what gangs did and be knew Kanto manji was no different.

He tried not to think about that stuff.

What his brothers did.

Eventually his stomach growled and due to Mikey rarely being here, there wasn't much food wise.

(Name): I'm going to grab us dinner 💖

Mikey 🐹: one of my men are waiting outside the apartment to take you

(Name): I will grab you some Taiyaki xoxo

Mikey: ty

(Name) huffed playfully at his mates poor texting skills as he grabbed his wallet and keys and went out with the company of his guard "so what's your name?" (Name) asked softly as they walked towards the elevator "Sanzu my Queen" what?

What was he just called?

"You do know I'm a man right?" (Name) said looking at the masked man curiously "Mikey is my king, you are his mate so therefore you are my queen" he explained simply and (name) nodded as he processed what he said, a little weird but he could live with it, it clearly made the guy happy so he would allow it.

"So like, in the gang who are you? My brother don't talk about their work life so I'm not exactly sure who anyone is or anything" (name) was a bit awkward as they walked down the street, (name) needing to stretch after sitting cross legged doing school work "I hope that's not an intrusive question!" (Name) said realizing that might be overstepping and Sanzu shook his head to dismiss his worries, was he really related to the Haitani brothers? Sanzu was a little thrown off at the omegas polite attitude.

"I am vice president of the Kanto manji gang" he said simply and (name) looked at him in awe before thinking "oh that's rude of them..." (Name) mumbled and Sanzu looked at him confused "what do you mean my queen?" "They put you on babysitting duty! That is uncool of them to do to you! You probably have a million other things to do and they have you watching me!" (Name) huffed and Sanzu was kind of shocked at the Omega feeling like he needed to be angry on his behalf.

No one's considered his feelings like this.

How was he related to Ran and Rindō? Like seriously?

"Watching over you is the most important task I could have besides tending to My king, you're safety is my primary concern and it's an honor I'm trusted to keep you safe" Sanzu said seriously and (name) felt a grin form on his face "I like hanging out with you as well Sanzu!"

The two continued walking until they reached their destination, a seperate ordering area for takeout "is there anything you want Sanzu?" (Name) asked the other only to receive a head shake "no thank you, my queen"

Nodding (name) ordered his food along with some fancy looking Taiyaki for dessert before taking a step back, accidentally bumping into a firm chest "oh! I'm so sorry!" (Name) said earnestly to the man he bumped into, bowing slightly "don't worry it's quite alright" the Alpha said with a soft smile "Mitsuya, I got the food!" A man with a scarred lip said with two bags of food and that's when Mitsuya noticed Sanzu standing behind the cute Omega with a glare...and that's when be smelt that oh so familiar scent...."Mikey..."

Sanzu immediately pulled (name) behind him and stared down the violet man coldly and Mitsuya ignored Sanzu to look at the Omega Sanzu was oh do keen to keep away from him "are you alright? Are you safe?" Mitsuya asked genuinely and (name) nodded confused, why wouldn't he be?

"Back off" Sanzu said coldly, murder in his eyes and Mitsuya scoffed before raising his hands, one last glance at the mysterious Omega before him and Hakkai left with their food.

"Who were they?" (Name) asked softly, unsure what to make of the men "Toman... Stay away from them" Sanzu said with the utmost seriousness and (name) nodded back, a little frazzled.

He knew Toman, his brothers warned him about them... They told him they were very very bad people.

When they got the food, Sanzu immediately took him home before texting Mikey an update knowing his king would be less than pleased.

(Name) was setting up dinner when Mikey came home, the Alpha instinctively looking for his pretty little mate and visibly relaxed when he saw him unharmed and walked towards him "hey 'jjro, how was your day?" (Name) asked walking towards him, giggling a bit when Mikey began nosing at his scent glands and sniffing his mate when he smelt the faint smell of Mitsuya from when they bumped into each other "take your shirt off" Mikey demanded and (name) looked confused "why...?"

"Wear mine" he said taking his own shirt off, watching as (name) in all his confusion take his shirt off and once off Mikey practically threw the shirt across the room in a huff and put his on (name) "is this about today? Because Sanzu handled it really well and kept me safe!" (Name) said worried that Mikey would be mad at Sanzu in any way but the Alpha just pulled him close and began scenting him... He couldn't stand another Alphas scent on him.

He could tolerate the Haitani scent on him but anything else?

It made him murderous.

"Let's eat, you must be hungry" (name) coaxed the Alpha once he smelt the jealously radiating off Mikey, accepting the fact that he would be sitting in Mikey's lap as the couple ate together, mikey stealing his omegas food and feeding him at the same time, smirking at the omegas pout.

"Hush pup" Mikey said as they continued eating and enjoying each other's company.

Mikey never understood why Alphas were so protective over their mates...but now he did, he felt so relaxed and calm around (name) and never wanted to let the Omega go...

It also made him want to constantly fuck (name) into oblivion.

"Mmm... 'jiro..." (Name) said softly as Mikey rutted softly against him, kissing his scent gland and nipping.

In private he wanted (name) to call him his real name.

And God did it do things to him.

"Told you I would get back to you baby..." Mikey said teasingly as he moved his hands under his shirt, stroking (name)s warm skin under his callused hands before moving higher to the omegas perky nipples and flicking them lightly, grinning wolfishly when (name) let out a strnagled moan as he moved one hand downwards to his crotch and began palming his tented pants, enjoying the strangled moans leaving his pretty pretty Omega.

"Let Alpha take care of you babe..." Mikey said as he moved down (name)s sweat pants, the smell of slick hitting his nose and made him harder than he thought possible "bed..." (Name) mumbled as he kicked his pants off and clinging to Mikey who practically shot up and carried/ran to the bedroom and practically tossed (name) down as he removed his pants and boxers, now naked as (name) removed his shirt and giggled when Mikey pounced on him, the heat of flesh on flesh making (name) feel dizzy as be felt mikeys cock brush against his thigh, wanting to be closer to his alpha as he began licking and biting Mikey's scent gland.

"Wanna mark alpha..." (Name) mumbled out as he felt mikeys hands move lower to his ass and gave a playful squeeze, his cold heart warming at the mere concept that his mate wants to mark him back "yeah? Wanna mark me, pretty? Make me yours?"

"My alpha..." (Name) said as the room was flooded with both of their scents, Mikey trying not to go feral at how wonderful he smelt "present" Mikey commanded, he never really used them outside the bedroom and God did it make (name) wet. Flipping over he presented his ass high for Mikey's eyes only, slick flooding out.

Just for him.

God he couldn't believe (name) was all his forever.

He was never letting him go.

Ever.

Diving in likey licked and sucked at (name)s ass, drunk over the taste of his slick and pushed his tongue in to taste more of the sweet slick.

He ate him out like his slick was the fountain of youth.

"Manjiiro~" (name) chanted like he was his god, crying out when Mikey began jerking him off simultaneously and it didn't take (name) long to climax over the bed, body shaking "you ready?" Mikey said after one last long lick to his gaping and leaking ass and lining his cock up, rubbing slick all over it "p-please..." (Name) was already a mess, drooling and whining as Mikey began pushing in and almost climaxed at the burning stretch of his ass alone.

"Big...~" (name) uttered as Mikey wasted no time fucking into him likes rabbit, biting and licking his neck as instincts took over.

He began pounding relentlessly into him, his balls slapping against (names) upper thighs as he held tightly to (name)s hips, groaning at how unimaginably tight his mate was, it was like a vacuum with how it was sucking him back in!

"God baby, so fucking good!"

"Alpha~" (name) practicing cried out, to far gone to form proper words as he felt his climax nearing and Mikey knot was beginning to swell as the Alpha began pounding harder, lifting (name) up by the neck so that they were both kneeling as he began feverishly fucking into him, pulling him into a heavy kiss.

Mikey was quick to dominate the kiss, tongue claiming everything it could as it tangoed with (name)s and swalling all his cute and desperate moans.

"C-cumming!" (Name) practically screamed as he broke the kiss, Mikey followed suit and shoved his knot in and locking them together as he came hard into his ass.

The two snuggled as Mikey let his knot die down, the smell of sex heavy in the room as they kissed softly.

Mikey was ready to pass out as he pulled his mate close, slipping his cock out and watching semen leak out with great interest and all he could think was 'I can't wait for him to finish university'.

He was gonna fuck a kid into his mate.

Mark his words.

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