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proxima-writes · 8 months

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𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀, 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓?

PAIRING: Ex-Boyfriend!Dieter Bravo x Female Reader

RATING: Explicit (18+ MDNI)

WORD COUNT: 3k

SUMMARY:

Your ex-boyfriend, Dieter Bravo, is in town and sends you a text. Meeting up with an ex, especially one you’re still in love with, is a bad idea, right? Based on the song “bad idea, right?” by Olivia Rodrigo

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CONTENT WARNINGS:

explicit sexual content (18+ minors do not interact), no use of y/n, no referenced age difference, dubcon - alcohol consumption prior to sexual activity, domme/sub dynamics, sub!dieter, teasing, masturbation (f), oral (f receiving), praise, pet names, begging, unprotected p in v, love confessions, dieter being bad with feelings and words. please let me know if any are missing!

Dieter sits on the couch in the penthouse hotel room he's currently renting in New York, phone in one hand and a fresh Salty Dog in the other. The TV flickers with a porn he rented after not finding anything worth watching on the limited number of free channels and to be honest, he likes the background noise of moans and skin slapping against skin to fill the silent void.

He scrolls through Twitter as he sips his drink. There's one tweet that catches his eye, a familiar name in the hashtag that gives him pause. A glutton for punishment, he clicks the hashtag, his screen flooded with cell phone quality pictures of you, enjoying a night out.

In New York.

It's a blurry photo of you on a rooftop in a sexy outfit that looks like it was made just for you, a shimmery black fabric hugging all your curves just right. You're surrounded by people he doesn't recognize and your head is thrown back in an easy laugh.

Dieter frowns. He used to make you laugh like that.

Dieter scrolls some more, a glutton for punishment, and comes across another picture, a different angle, but this time there's a man leaning into your space, mouth close to your ear and an arm settled at the base of your spine. He takes a hearty sip of his drink, wincing at the bitter taste as he sets the glass on the coffee table.

He closes Twitter and opens his messages, scrolling until he finds your name.

wyd?

Your phone buzzes in your hand and the name that flashes across the screen has your breath catching.

Dieter: wyd?

You roll your eyes at the message. Of course.

You set your phone down on the table and look up, catching the judgmental stare of your best friend, Melanie.

"What?" You ask. She raises her eyebrows at you.

"That was very much the Dieter Bravo eye roll," she says, tone accusatory. "Did he just text you?"

"No."

Your phone buzzes a second time and her eyes drop to the screen, her hand reaching across the table to snatch it before you even have time to blink.

"'I'm in New York'?" She reads. "Oh my god, he did not send you a 'wyd' text!"

You're in a nice restaurant with a six month long waitlist for a reservation so you're desperately trying to keep yourself from launching across the table at her to get your phone back but the urge is certainly strong. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you hold your hand out to her. "Give me my phone."

"Are you going to text him back?"

"No." Yes.

The look she gives you momentarily leaves you wondering if she can actually read minds. You straighten yourself in your seat, tilting your chin defiantly as you say, "I am a grown adult who can make her own decisions."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean you always make good ones," Melanie replies, handing you your phone.

"It's a bad idea, right?" You ask. "Like...an extremely bad one?"

"Catastrophic even," she agrees. “He’s your ex for a reason!”

“Okay, but can’t two people reconnect? Isn’t the goal to be like…friends or something?”

You stare at each other for a moment. Her smile falters. "Oh my god, you're going to answer."

"I'm going to answer." Your fingers fly across the screen and hit send before you allow your logic to return.

Address?

The car you ordered pulls up to a boutique hotel, the kind that has a symbol for its sign instead of a name, and the driver comes around the front of the car and opens the door for you, holding a hand out to help you from your seat. You thank him and take a deep breath before entering the glittering lobby.

There's a separate elevator for the penthouse suite and the attendant on duty asks for your name, checking an iPad in his hands before pressing the button with a gloved fingertip. Once the car arrives and the shiny golden doors silently slide open, you step inside.

You stare at your reflection in the doors as the elevator rises, wondering why you're doing this. Your relationship with the actor lasted about eight months - long enough for you to fall in love and long enough for him to decide he was bored of you. After citing scheduling issues as his reason for breaking things off, you went back to hearing about him rather than from him and trying to fix the cracks in your life that he had left behind.

When the elevator stops and the doors slide open, Dieter is standing there with his familiar messy brown curls in disarray, a hotel robe open over his chest and tied loosely around his waist. He opens his arms wide as he grins.

"Hey, baby. Miss me?" He asks. You roll your eyes.

"Like a cavity, Bravo,” you reply, but your feet still guide you forward and you let yourself get enveloped in his embrace, the familiar smell of faded cologne and weed invading your senses. “Why did you text me?”

“Why did you come?” He asks.

“I asked you first.” You pull away, stepping around him and entering the living room of the large suite.

“You want a drink? I got you that wine you like,” Dieter says, pulling a bottle from an ice bucket set on a room service cart. He holds a glass up and you nod, watching as he fights with the corkscrew.

He finally gets the bottle popped, pouring each glass to the brim and stepping carefully across the room with one in each hand, settling beside you on the couch. He passes one to you and you take a quick sip to prevent disaster. Dieter opts to chug half of his serving in one go.

“So,” he says, drawing the word out, “You wanna have sex with me?”

You drain the rest of your glass, leaning forward to set it on the coffee table beside his. You kick your heels off, shifting in your seat until you’ve got your knees beneath you, pressed into the cushion. Planting a hand on his shoulder for stability, you swing one leg over him and settle on his lap.

“This is a bad idea, right?” You ask, face close enough to his that your lips nearly touch when you speak. His hands slide up your thighs.

“Probably,” he agrees, brown eyes half lidded as he stares at you.

“Fuck it, it’s fine,” you decide, pressing your lips to his. Your mouths move together hungrily, six months apart fueling a fire that’s ready to burn you alive.

“Fucking hell,” Dieter groans, hips bucking up and dragging his hardening cock against your center. “Want you so goddamn bad.”

“How bad?” You ask, already breathless as he trails his lips down your neck, his beard scratching the thin skin over your rapid pulse.

“Thought of you every time I fucked my hand.” A bite to your throat has you hissing from the combination of pleasure and pain. You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging his head back in retaliation. “Even bought one of those pocket pussy things. Didn’t even come close.”

That gives you pause. With six months gone between the breakup and now, you would have thought he’d been drowning in women and men clamoring at the chance to fuck him.

You kiss him again, your tongues sliding together in a messy, dirty dance you’ve missed more than you care to voice. Your hips move over his while his hands explore every exposed inch of you they can find.

“Take your clothes off,” he demands when his lips break from yours.

“Ask nicely,” you chastise. His brown eyes go wide, a pathetic puppy dog glimmer in them.

“Please,” he begs. “Pretty please, with a cherry on top?”

You stand, laughter spilling from your lips as you reach for zipper at your back, tugging it down slowly while he watches. He licks his lips like he’s being presented a six course meal and his hands curl into the material of the robe that’s fallen open, giving you an unobstructed view of a broad chest and soft tummy. You turn your back to him, easing the sleeves of the dress off your shoulders slowly.

“Come on, baby,” Dieter whines. “Quit teasing.”

“Good things come to boys who wait,” you tell him, shimmying the fabric over your hips, bending at the waist to ease the dress over the curve of your ass and down to the floor. This leaves you in only a thong, the red straps of it a gorgeous contrast to your skin that you know he’ll go crazy for.

“Fuck. Me.”

You turn back around to face him, the man’s eyes dropping immediately to your breasts. He raises his arms, making grabby hand motions toward your chest that have you giggling.

“What if,” you tap your finger to your chin in thought, “I just wanted you to watch me?”

Dieter pouts. “I could be a lot more help with my cock,” he argues.

“Hmm.” You take a seat on one of the cushy arm chairs in the sitting area, spreading your legs wide. “I’ve been doing just fine these last six months without it,” you tell him, sliding a hand beneath the elastic of your panties.

“This is fucking cruel and unusual punishment,” Dieter says. “A violation of the Geneva Convention.”

“Always so dramatic,” you reply as you circle your clit with your fingertips. He leans forward on the couch, hands gripping the cushion tightly as he watches. “You want a closer look, baby?”

He nods his head rapidly and you lift your hips to shove your panties down your legs, gathering them in your hand and tossing them at his face. The wad of fabric drops to his lap and he balls it up in his fist and brings it to his nose.

“Pervert,” you say affectionately. You hook your leg over the arm of the chair, spreading yourself wide for his gaze. You tease your clit with two fingers, trailing them lower to your entrance and dipping one inside, your head dropping back against the chair with your moan.

The sound of skin sliding over skin reaches your ears and when you look up, you find that Dieter has shoved his boxers down to where they now sit looked around his ankles, his thick cock caught in the tight grip of his fist. You lift your hand away, closing your legs and leaning forward with your eyes narrowed.

“Now, Dieter, I don’t remember saying you could touch yourself,” you say.

“Can’t touch you, can’t touch myself,” he whines, releasing his cock and gripping the couch cushion. “C’mon, baby. Please? I’ve missed yo—“

“Cut!” You yell. Dieter’s mouth snaps shut in surprise. “That wasn’t a very Oscar worthy performance, Di. I think you can do better than that.”

His blank stare morphs into heated understanding and you watch as he slowly slides from the couch and lands on his knees. He slips the robe from his shoulders, leaving him gloriously naked. You take a moment to appreciate the muscles of his chest and arms, his softer belly dusted with hair that draws your eye to his flushed cock and his strong thighs.

Then he starts to crawl.

Those big brown eyes of his look up at you with so much desperation and, dare you say it, adoration that your heart skips a beat as he moves closer. When he reaches your feet, he sits back on his heels and settles his hands on his thighs.

“Please, baby,” he murmurs. “Let me touch you. Let me show you how much I’ve missed you. You know me, my tongue is much better at giving you an orgasm than it is with words.”

“Fine,” you say, tone implying he’s inconveniencing you with his desire. He grins, his hands immediately grabbing at your thighs and tugging your ass to the edge of the seat. He positions your legs over each arm of the chair before diving in with his talented tongue, licking through your slick folds with practiced finesse.

“Fucking hell,” he groans, sucking your clit between his lips. “Your pussy is even better than that six course meal we had at that pretentious restaurant in Paris.”

“L’Arpege?” You gasp, fingers tangling in his hair. “You never told me you didn’t like it. I only picked it because of your two month experiment with veganism!”

“Wasn’t there for the fucking food,” he says. Two fingers press to your soaked entrance, sliding into your tight heat with little resistance.

Your head is spinning, stars bursting in your vision as his thick digits curl against your G-spot. His other hand presses on the top of your pelvis and the look in his eyes tells you exactly what his goal is.

“Dieter,” you say, his name a warning as you squirm beneath him. He grins up at you from between your legs.

“How’s my performance now?” He asks. “Oscar worthy yet?”

“Nominated at best,” you bite back through gritted teeth despite the pressure building in your core. He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks hard, tongue flicking rapidly against the bundle of nerves until that pressure bursts as you cry out, “Oh, fuck!”

The orgasm he pulls from you is overwhelming and leaves you gasping, vision blurry as you look down at Dieter’s smug expression and dripping chin. He runs a hand over his chin, collecting your release on his palm and using it to ease the friction of his hand as it pumps his cock roughly.

“‘Nominated at best’,” he says, voice pitched higher to mimic yours. “Please, that was the performance of a lifetime.”

“Don’t get cocky, Di,” you mumble, planting a foot on his chest and pushing him back. He topples over, landing on his back with an oof.

You drop from the chair and crawl over his body, making sure to drag your soaked pussy across his cock. Your hands are planted on the floor on either side of his head and you stare down at his blissed out face as you rock over him.

Dieter’s hands grip your hips tightly. “Don’t good performances get awarded?” He asks, voice tight.

You reach down between your bodies to hold his cock steady, allowing you to sink down slowly, his thick length damn near splitting you open. You’ve missed this, the way he fills every inch of your hungry cunt, the way he looks at you like you’re the best damn thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

Which is saying something because the man knows art and is constantly surrounded by beautiful people but you’ve only seen this look when you’re alone with him, at the end of a long day on set or when you finally stumbled home together from a night out. It’s the way his eyes go soft and his touch grows reverent, fingertips gliding over whatever skin he can reach with a featherlight touch, and the combination wipes the dust off memories with him you’d been trying to forget and move on from.

“Dieter,” you say, voice shaky. You rock your hips, lifting slightly to your knees and relishing the drag of his cock inside of you before you slam your hips back down. “God, fuck, feel so good.”

“Your pussy was made for my fucking cock,” he says through gritted teeth, his hands gripping your hips tightly and encouraging each rock of your body. “Missed this, missed you, fuck. Love you so much.”

You stop abruptly, the man beneath you whining. You grip him by the chin as you ask, “You what?”

“I…uh…shit,” he mumbles. “I didn’t mean to say it.”

“Oh.” You let go of his face, sitting up straight. “I see.”

“No, no,” he rushes to say. “That’s not what I meant.”

It occurs to you that you’re still impaled on his cock and this doesn’t exactly feel like a conversation to be had in that position. You make a move to get up but strong hands hold you steady in his lap.

“I just meant,” he say, fingers flexing nervously against your thighs. “I didn’t mean to say it right now. Like…I wanted you to maybe not hate me for a bit before I professed my love or whatever.”

“I don’t get it,” you admit. “I thought you just texted me to hookup because you were in town.”

“I’m in town for you.”

“For me?”

Dieter nods. “I’m not good with words that aren’t written for me. Too much going on up here,” he says, tapping his forehead. “But I haven’t stopped thinking about you since we broke it off and I feel like that’s a cosmic sign that we’re meant to be or whatever.”

“Oh my god, you really are bad with words,” you say with a laugh. “Meant to be, huh?”

“Or whatever,” he finishes. “Marriage is a scam.”

“Right, right,” you murmur, rocking your hips the slightest bit. “Total scam.”

“It’s just a way for the governme—oh, fuck,” he says, words trailing off into a moan as you pick up your pace again, your hands on his chest to steady yourself. “Just like that, baby.”

“You’re lucky I missed you, too,” you tell him, gasping when his hips flex to meet yours. Your communication with each other devolves into moans and the movement of your bodies until the desperation you feel for one another reaches its peak.

Dieter wraps both arms around your lower back as you cum, holding you to him as your cunt squeezes around his cock. It’s only a moment before you feel him pulsing, warmth pooling inside of you as your orgasm starts to fade. You collapse against his chest, breathing heavily and listening to the rapid beat of his heart beneath your ear.

He rubs his hands up and down your back as you both catch your breath, sweat cooling between you in the chill of the hotel room.

“You wanna order pizza?” He asks. You turn your face into his chest, muffling your laughter into his skin.

“Absolutely.”

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 6 months

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o.k I am a fan of bruce wayne/batman, so i would like you to write where bruce wayne has a short-size bossy assistant, reader who knew about his batman vigilante secret and he has a secret crush on him. She teased him, one day wearing a short skirt in a hot summer, made him want to bang her against the office table

The Proposal

So estastic to finally have a night off work, I enthusiastically hum while the evening news plays low in the background as I put the finishing touches on my look. Running my fingers through my long, soft, dark tresses, I twist left and right to asses my sultry outfit through the body length mirror on the wall of my bedroom. I do one spin, then another, smirking at the way my mini skirt barely covers my plump chocolate rear.

I cannot believe Bruce is actually gonna let me outta his sight for more than 2 seconds. It's a God damn miracle and I plan on shakin my ass with my girls all night while sippin the fruitiest dranks I can buy. That is till I hear my phone vibrate and beep from my vanity beside me, notifying me of an incoming text. Hmm.. Need I guess who the fuck that is? I roll my eyes as I grab my phone and see a text from Bruce Wayne tellin, not askin, me to come do his bidding.

Bruce: Hey, honey. Come by the office round 10 tonight and drop of the proposal we've been working on.

Seriously? It was my first night off in 2 weeks and here's comes the infamous Batman, swoopin in to destroy my plans. So, his sexy ass refuses to fuck me and release the tension from years of workin under him but not letting me actually be under him- yet commands I wait on him hand and foot.

My eyes almost tear up from the immediate disappointment and frustration I feel. Not being dicked down in over a year was making my need for a good fuck damn near animalistic. The concept of a fun evening with the possibility of gettin some dick, since Bruce's fine ass ignored each and every one of my filthy advances, is now completely ruined; makes me have to take a deep breath before I pick up my glitter encased cellphone.

Me: Whyyyy? This is the only night I have off for like another couple of weeks and I have plans. Can't you reschedule?

His response back is lighting fast and I can't help but give a small giggle as I imagine his sexy stern ass all frowned up, nostrils flaring at the prospect of me not givin in to his demands instantly. Bruce isn't the kinda man that likes to be told no. Plus, the proposal we'd recently been working on was imperative to the deal he was currently trying to close. Still, I wouldn't be me if I didn't turn into a full blown brat with him for impeding my plans.

Bruce: Late night meeting, no cannot reschedule. Also, thought you said you were staying home tonight..

Me: Omfg Bruce. My girls begged me to go out tonight so I changed my mind! Didn't know I had to goddamn call and let you know.

Jesus did this man have to always interrogate me on every aspect of my life? He knows everything about me- though it was fair to say I knew him almost as well as Alfred. And it was kinda exciting to secretly know about his extracurricular activities, even if that had less to do with any honesty on his part and more to do with my snoopy ass overhearing a heated conversation between him and his long time friend about hanging up the the towel.

Bruce: Well now you know, sweetheart. What time will you be here?

Condescending bastard! He really never has a doubt that he can bend me to his every whim and normally he fucking can but it's time to get a rile outta him.

Me: Well if I gotta cancel my plans to get some fuckin dick tonight then I think I'll take my sweet fuckin time!

His response isn't as quick this time but it's short enough to know I ticked him off. Serves him right, his 'I can't have you but nobody else can' attitude was tiring.

Bruce: You have 15 minutes.

I roll my eyes at his attempt to scare me as I pull up the Uber app and tap in his office's address. Before I can confirm I hear a firm knock on my apartments front door and Alfred's voice speaking loudly from the other side.

"Ms. y/l/n, Mr. Wayne has sent me to come get you. I've recently been updated that he's in no mood to be kept waiting."

Uh oh, perhaps I should've thought this through. I'm not sure how mad he is or what he'll say when he sees me and now I'm directly and knowingly heading into to the lions cage.

"Coming!" I yell back, grabbing the file from drawer and heading for the door.

30 mins later

I exit the elevator and quickly rush to the where Bruce waits for me, catching a glimpse of my reflection through the glass walls of the other conference rooms. I wish I had time to change the skimpy outfit adorning my frame, doing nothing to contain my juicy ass cheeks as I lightly jog to the room where the meetings being held.

I don't bother knocking, quickly entering the room silently. Walking up behind Bruce sitting like a king at the end of the table as he talks on his cellphone, leaning back lazily in his chair with spread legs. His hips flex in his crisp midnight blue suit as he readjusts himself in his seat. The hefty bulge between his legs draws my eyes for a hot second as he spins slowly in his chair to look at me.

It's as if in an instant he's hungry, eyes sharply roving over every inch of me as he licks his lips sensually. He openly stares at the way my mini skirt barely covers my bottom, how my sheer top does nothing to hide my puckered nipples. The loud expletive he groans out as he eyefucks me goes straight to my empty core, has my abandoned, untouched little hole fluttering as I start to get wet.

"Nah I'm good, stomache ache. Let them know who you're here for when you arrive and someone will let you up. We can go over the proposal and see if you agree to the terms."

Bruce hangs up and sets his phone on the long light brown table that stretches across the room as he looks at me slowly from head to toe; wide dark brown eyes that linger at my plump tits and curvy hips. His mouth open and closes a few times, his shoulders now tense as hell as he sits stiff in his seat and stares at my outfit.

"You really are a fuckin brat, you know that? Did I not fuckin tell you to be here in 15?" He snarls at me, quickly standing to grab the file from between my fingers and toss it next to his phone.

The aggressive action has me swiftly backing up, not being able to take more than few steps before my back hits the wall. Absolutely shocked at the way he stalks towards me, arm quickly stretching out to grip my throat. One of his thick eyebrows remain raised as he waits for me to respond.

"I'm sor- sorry, sir. Traffic-" I stutter out, voice low.

"Yeah the fuck right, dont gimme that bullshit. We both know you think you can say and do whatever the fuck you want with me and I'm not into that, sweetheart. Unless you count me enjoyin punishing your pretty ass for it." He tells me, leaning so close that the tips of our noses almost touch.

My heart pounds as his hand squeezes a bit firmer at my neck, the other smoothing down the side of my tits and torso to my hips and thick brown thighs. The bulky protrusion between his legs presses against my center, makin me weakly grasp at his suit jacket as I lewdly hump at him.

"You look so damn gorgeous rubbing against me like this. Almost distracts me from the fact that you left your house dressed like a fuckin whore."

The mean words and sharp smack to the inside of my thigh makes me yelp his name pathetically; has me spreading my legs as I try to fuck him through his clothing, already so damn close to beggin him to touch me. The sting of the slap is so welcoming, has my eyes and pussy simultaneously getting wet.

"Look at you, tiny little fuckin skirt.. Bet you woulda showed off all my fuckin curves tonight huh? Would done more than that. What didcha say earlier? You had plans to get some dick tonight?" He asks me, pressing me closer between him and the wall.

Bruce smells so fuckin good, the clean smell of a fresh shower and his Burberry cologne mixing deliciously. That plus the shock of his abrasive approach quickly culminates into wanton need. I can't care that I'm already rendered speechless, that I can only gasp for air like a fish outta water at his filthy words.

"You sure fuckin do. But now you wanna be quiet, cant even answer cause your slidin that little pussy allover my lap. Now you wanna act like your my good girl. Actin like your nothing more than my own little slut. Cant take you constantly goading me into fucking you whenever you see me. I can't goddamn take it anymore!"

He lets go of my throat to drop to his knees and lift my mini skirt up. Doesn't waste a second pulling my silky baby blue thong to the side and slurping at the opening of my pussy. I wail as he messily licks inside of me, his tongue jabbing repeatedly to get inside. Nails of both hands scratching at the wall behind me, I come unglued at the intense pleasure he suddenly forces on me.

"Plee- ahhh! P-pleeeeeea-se! Haah, uhnuhnuhnuhn Bru- ah!!" I stutter out my pleasure as I look down and meet his eyes.

The way he takes me in as he devours has me trembling even more against his mouth. As much as I need this, I'm too fucking sensitive. From the way Bruce stares as he eats me it's obvious he knows; is fucking using it to his advantage as his grips each of my ass cheeks and pulls me onto his mouth and fucks me with his tongue as deep as he can. His filthy moans about how good I taste but how bad I am are muffled against my cunt.

His right hand slides down my smooth brown skin, rubbing and groping my thick thighs. He sensually massages down my leg to my calf before slowly making his way back up to my clenched cheeks. A hard smack resonates through me and I shove upwards off his mouth from the impact. His answering growl as he pulls me backs down is clear: don't fucking pull away again.

"Toomuch! Ohohoh pleeeeeeease Bruce!"

He sends me into a blissful spiral, the intense sensation spiking in my core. I'm begging for the torture to end, for him to make me cum. But he only wiggles his tongue inside me widly as he moves his hands to my pussy lips and spreads them wider so he can get deeper.

My eyes must be at the back of my skull from the force of how they roll eye back. I wordlessly plead for reprieve, which he seems to only delight in. He chuckles heartily into the pink of me as he leers at my tits jiggling underneath my shirt.

I'm sure my souls about to rip out my body when I feel his thumb lightly swipe at my throbbing clit once. The tumultuous orgasm tumbling to the surface frightens me, has me seriously doubting my endurance to take it. So it's no fault of mine that I tug at my bosses short brown locks, ripping his swollen lips from my frantically pulsating pussy. He stares at me through narrowed eyes, his straight nose inna prominent snarl as I apologize profusely.

"Imsorryi'msorryi'msorry!" I rush out with heavy breaths and a heaving chest.

"No the fuck you're not, goddamn brat." He spits out as he stands and lifts me up against his strong chest with hands to the back of my thighs.

Walking me to the conference table, Bruce's sits me down atop it. He says nothing, towering above me as he looks down at while unbuckling his belt. His stare is lecherous while unbottoms his pants, so god damn domineering as he pulls out his twitching monster cock and presses it through the wetness between my legs.

It's not gonna fit, no way it'll fit. His dick is to thick, somehow his tip flaring out to become even wider. It's fuckin scary and thats without describing the girthy shaft. Still, I moan at the breathtaking feeling of him tappin the head at my opening. Even though my sweaty body is tense, my insides quiver rapidly hoping to catch his tip.

"I have a proposal for you too, y/n.." He leans in close to whisper against my lips, blocking me from the view of his fat cock at my entrance. "Your gonna take this dick like a good girl and I might not fuck your pretty little mouth and bust down your throat till your unconscious. You agree to the terms?"

I nod slowly, helplessly, my gaze briefly straying to his swollen mouth. Knowing how he ate me moments before and the way he damn near pins me to the table now that he's not letting me go till he's done.

"Look at you being a good girl for once." He compliments, smacking my sensitive clit with his rigid dick over and over.

My eyes roll back as I shout Bruce's name repeatedly, feeling my orgasm race back to the surface with double the intensity. My frame shakes like a leaf underneath him as my back arches and I dig my nails into the wood table beneath me. My mean ass boss only slaps his dick at my pulsing little gem quicker, drinking in my frantic reaction.

He greedily soaks in my pitiful body in the throes of the best orgasm I've ever received. The smile on his face is sinister, so damn dangerous as he replaces his dick with his thumb, sliding the head of his dick to my opening and shoving between my drenched, unprepared fluttering walls.

Time almost seems to stand still, as my lids fly open and I choke, trying and failing to pull in a gasping breaths against his pretty pink lips as he bullies his cock into my pussy while I'm still cumming. He groans like a wounded animal and I'm fucking alarmed that he actually gets in on the first push, though no explanation is needed for the unbearable pressure weighing in my gut.

My legs kick out behind him uncontrollably while I grip onto his suit jacket for dear life and stare at him with big teary eyes. Try as I might to inch off Bruce's cock by scooting backwards, I don't get very far before he's gripping me and pullin me back onto his leaking dick by my neck again.

"Keep. Fuckin. Still!"

Each word accentuated by him sliding in and out of my little hole. His other hand holds himself above me as he fucks into me roughly. My head thrashes side to side as I apologize nonstop. Hair from my two buns loosens and falls, sticking to the perspiration on my face.

"Oooooooh fuck, I can't believe I waited so loooong! Ah, ah, ah, pussyfeelssogood! Uhn, fuck y/n! Not gonna last, too damn tight.. so weeet! Haaaaah!"

His cock digs deep, finally in a bit more than half way as he pumps into me ferociously. It's so fuckin amazing, nothings ever felt so good, so intense. I light years beyond coherence as drool unknowingly seeps from the corner of my mouth as I share my pleasure into the air. All my strength is split between processing the sensations between my legs and breathing.

"Fuuuuuck, sweety.. Gonna make me nut so damn hard. You want that? Fill that pretty little pussy till I can't anymore?

Bruce's grip around my throat tightens and it's a bit hard to breath but my normal reaction of instant panic is delayed by the dizzy feeling filling my head. I'm unaware of the suffocating clenches my pussy gives the big dick invading my insides as he huffs and puffs his pleasure at my ear.

"Ooooh shit, your so perfecttome! Haaaa! Mmmm sweetheart, made for me huh? Uhn, thaaaas a good fuckin girl!"

His back hunches him over my body as he stabs in to the hilt, grinding his pelvis into mine as holds my seizing body to the table. The sudden unlimited pressure against my button sends me off; I take in as much air as I can unaware that my hips lightly hump back at him. Black and white spots dot in and out of my vision as the pressure in my tummy explodes through my battered cunt.

I squirt all over Bruce's suit, sliding my hands through his freshly cut hair down his neck to claw at his thick, muscular shoulders. His name is all I know as I desperately cry it out more times than I can count. No man has fucked to the point of tears and I'd tell him that if I could formulate sentences at the moment.

But I know he's in the same boat as his fingers loosen around my neck and he bites his lip hard, eyebrows drawn together from the way my pussy milks the cum from his cock.

"Oh heeell.. Fuuuuuuuuck, take it honey! Aaaaahhh, that's it, allforyouy/n! Take this nut like a gooooood giiiirrrrl!" He groans, eyes locked where we connect as he continuously pumps into me at his leisure.

It feels foreign but oh so fuckin welcoming as large splashes of cum gush my already soakin wet pussy. My needy insides clasp at Bruce's cock as if demanding he shoot more. He definitely fulfills his promise of stuffing my puffy cunt till she leaks.

"Mmmmm.. oh my fuckin God princess. You okay?" He asks between tiny grunts of pleasure, his hips still slowly pumping his cock into me.

I'm not sure how he expects me to answer; my lungs feel tight and my head is so fuzzy. I fight to steady my breathing, fingers remaining inna death grip around his shoulders. I finally feel the heavy trails of make up streaking down my chest and my wavy hair sticking to my sweaty temples. I know I looked fucked out to the max.

I can't even muster energy to cover myself as my head falls limply to the right and I see a group of men staring lewdly at us through the glass walls, each with a tented bulge in their business attire.

Bruce's phone beeps at that moment and he leans over slightly to read the text aloud.

"We agree to your terms of the proposal." He says with a dazzling smile.

Yeah, I fucking bet..

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x black!reader #smut #black reader #all readers #dirty talk #creamp!e #rough smut #sub reader #submisive and breedable

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i think definitely after the first fight or a domestic sweet moment. maybe it depends who you want to say it first bc to me matty seems like someone who would love the passion of saying it after fight/in the heat of the moment whereas reader is someone who maybe loves the mundaneness and simplicity of domestic moments causing her to say it first. idk just my thoughts!!💞

you're so right i think they're very different people so they would do it differently!!

me and @automaticllamacycle have been discussing matty saying it during sex and that has been VERY INTERESTING and slightly angsty! so definitely very heat of the moment. (If you guys want any expanded thoughts on this... let me know...)

I'll expand on my fight thoughts in another ask, but I just need to discuss a really cute domestic moment rn <333

I think Annie is at a sleepover so it's just you and matty in the house, you wake up to the sunlight streaming in and the blanket draped over you very carefully, you knew matty must already be awake and put it over you before you left bed.

you make your way downstairs in the cheesy rom-com outfit of his shirt and just your underwear because you love a cliche.

I'm not sure of the song you hear playing... but I think vroom vroom would be really funny. matty's voice singing along to "cute, sexy and my ride sporty" is just something I need. but maybe it's something sweet and beautiful... idk whatever your vibe is!!!

surprisingly, whatever he's cooking smells pretty good. From some of the other times you've seen him cooking, you didn't have high hopes. you briefly think back to your first date when matty somehow burnt spaghetti. not the sauce, the actual pasta.

I think he's dancing around when he spins and sees you, and of course embarrassment isn't an emotion he feels so he continues to sing into the spatula and dance like a twat.

you can't stop laughing at your obnoxious boyfriend, noticing the similarities between his and Annie's dance moves (which you've luckily seen at a couple of school dances, very bouncy of course)

he starts hip thrusting, which is the thing that makes you buckle over in laughter, actively having to hold yourself up on the kitchen side because you just can't stop cackling at your ridiculous boyfriend.

because your laughter might be mattys favourite sound (he later samples it for a song, the fans speculate it's his secret gf but he doesn't confirm anything, just posts a cryptic insta story) he only gets more dramatic with his moves.

he's making his way over to you with one arm outstretched, still passionately singing into the black utensil in his hands.

you can't help but look at him with pure love and devotion in that moment, here is this man who woke up early and decided to make you breakfast. not just that, he tucked you in and made sure you'd rest comfortably for a little while longer. then when you do finally get up, he does everything he can to make you laugh.

what the fuck did you do to deserve this?

"god you're such an idiot, I love you"

now, matty has had a lot of people confess their love to him in his life, from ex-gfs to random people on the street, but none made him freeze on the spot like yours did.

he was definitely not expecting that, so he stands frozen with charli xcx (or whoever) playing in the background, looking at you wide-eyed.

and for a few seconds you think you've fucked it, you do love him. of course you do, how could you not? but maybe you shouldn't have just dropped the bomb like that.

just as you start to stutter an apology, you see mattys mouth twitch and his face light up with an awestruck grin.

soon you're being tackled and kisses pressed over your face and head. his arms trap you in, and he continuously kisses wherever he can reach. your cheeks, your temples, your neck, all while you uncontrollably wiggle and laugh, trying to get out of his grip.

each kiss comes with a mumbled "I love you," and you just close your eyes and accept the endless affection.

matty brought light into your life in a whole new way so to finally have this with him is just fucking insane to you. All the flirting, the bad jokes, and the stuttered compliments got you this, and you would do it all over in a heartbeat. nothing compares to feeling the morning sun streaming on your face as the love of your life professes their undying love to you and smothers you with affection.

you would do it any time. in any life. with him.

in that moment, you couldn't be any more thankful for little Annie healy and her matchmaker tendencies.

#domestic matty is my fav #also in this delusion he is shirtless with plaid pyjama trousers #because i am just a girl okay!?!?!? (not actually a girl but you get the gist)#matty performs vroom vroom to you at 7am... what do you do #anon!#teacher au!

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hey… sorry for disappearing off the face of the earth!! i know i teased an eren fic way back when BUT…. i was scared af to post it (im sorry 😞) and i completely forgot to add to it.

so if it wasn’t obvious by that sentence, i have not finished that fic…it’s been like 5 months. (I KNOW…im disappointed in me too 💔💔)

but as an apology, here’s a little blurb from what i have written. hope you enjoy 😊

warnings: NOT PROOFREAD!! mentions of drugs but not descriptive, use of the word dick, pussy (lowkey cringe ngl…LMFOA IM SO SELF CRITICAL IM SORRY) perv! eren, mentions of camgirl! reader.

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College. College is a mix of many things, studying, opportunities, finding yourself, making friends… but to most people, the college experience revolves around joining sororities and fraternities, parties, drugs, and most importantly…sex. Not to Eren.

Eren focuses on his studies and the party scene is definitely something you wouldn’t see him at.. but he does see the appeal to sex. he lost his virginity back in highschool and he’s craved that feeling ever since. but he hasn’t had any luck.

so he’s reverted back to his old ways; focusing on his studies. Until he saw you for the first time, the prettiest girl on campus. always dressed in the most elaborate yet incredibly stylish (not to mention revealing) outfits.

During a lecture, Eren admires your dedication to stick to the trend, meaning all eyes are on you, at all times. but he can’t help but wonder.. “that can’t be practical.. everyone’s broke in college.. where does she get money for new clothes? does she come from a rich family? does she work multiple jobs? is she a camgirl?”

he feels his dick straining in his jeans at the thought. “it would make sense if she was.” he thinks back to how sexy you are. your plush thighs always showing with those tiny skirts on, your ass looking so fat in those tight pants that hug your curves in all the right places.

your beautiful tits, and your amazing cleavage showcased in those low cut tops. your soft,plump, glossy lips… he imagines your lips wrapped around a toy in front of a stream taking requests in return for donations… your soft little tongue licking up the silicone shaft before you take it all down your throat for your perverted viewers.

spreading your slick cunt with those pretty manicured fingers, arching your back for the camera.. your slutty pussy on display for thousands to see. his cock straining impossibly harder against his jeans at the thought. he quickly snaps out of it as he

tries to make sure his throbbing erection isn’t noticeable during the lecture. he shakes his head before focusing back on his work, staring at his laptop but his mind lingers on you. imagining another scenario of your pretty lips wrapped around his cock instead of a silicone toy.

he almost groans out loud at the thought, his imagination running so wild he can almost feel your lips on his throbbing dick. he’s fighting the intense urge to palm himself through his jeans right now, trying his absolute hardest not to lose his cool during this incredibly long lecture.

Thankfully, the professor wraps up the lesson and dismisses the class. “finally..” eren thinks to himself as he packs up his things, putting it all in his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder and making a beeline to the door.

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hope you enjoyed that little sneak peek… be ready for the actual update! (it probably won’t come for a while but.. i’ll try and be more active here for yall! and thank you sooo much for the people who followed me after my last post! i luv you all for the support you’ve shown me so far! 🫶🏾🫶🏾

#aot #eren x reader #eren jaeger #eren yeager #eren aot #eren smut #im sorry #imsuperdupersorry

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vanilladaises-rp · 5 months

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(tw: mentions of food, lmk if there is anything else! I worked a lot harder on this one so I hope you all enjoy it! Don't be afraid to ask questions! Also I'm so fucking happy I learned how to use the "keep reading" feature! Thank you for your support! 🫶🏻)

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐥

✧ 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢 ✧

Taking out the last batch of gingerbread cookies with a sigh, "Finished, now we wait." Felix said wiping his forehead with a "phew" motion. He had been working all afternoon on pastries and activities for the ball, baking desserts, setting up the ballroom and making any last minute adjustments. Earlier this week, him and Princess Chungha had decorated the whole castle inside and out, it was perfect, like a castle you can only dream out. It didn't matter how much time had passed, every time the castle was dolled and lit up it made his heart flutter. It may sound weird but he loved his kingdom and loved the history and memories it held within the walls.

This was no time to reminisce though, In just an hour his guests would arrive and begin to fill the empty festive halls. Once Felix was content with each room, he was lead to his chambers to change into his attire for the ball. It wasn't anything too flashy, he didn't want to overdress, afraid it may overwhelm his guests. It's silly, but Felix is an overthinker, he couldn't help but over observe every detail. The seemsist left his outfit displayed in his room once he arrived and left him with his dressers to change. It was a simple white button down with a brown sweater, and black shoes.

After adding some accessories, Felix headed down stairs and greeted his first guests. Princess Chungha, Jennie and Miyeon all three dress in beautiful dresses, colors canon to the theme of the ball, "Hello handsome Prince" Miyeon cooed dragging her finger across his cheek, sending him a wink. It had been awhile since they saw each other and with Irene out of the way, this was the perfect chance for her to have some alone time with him, "How about you show me around your castle?" She smiled linking her arm with his, making Felix's face heat up. Miyeon was stunning and confident but she secretly intimidated him and a was a little scared of her, "U-Um sure, I'll show both of you around" He quickly linked Jennie with his other arm, giving her a scared look with made her scoff and role her eyes, "This way" the poor prince gulped. He was already expecting to see (😆) tonight, so he didn't want Miyeon to get the wrong impression

While he was showing them around, a few more guest had arrived in some in sexy and some in cozy attire, "Wow, and I thought the outside was breathtaking . . . Look at this place" Agaped, Henry stood in shock staring at the castle's spectacular interior, smiling with stars in his eyes looking adorable in his cozy sweats. While on the other hand, Queen Sunmi stood their in her sexy fitting dress narrowing her eyes at the wizard as he gawked at Felix's decor, "Tch, I could do, . . No, correction, I have done better, this" she traced a circle in the air with her finger, referring to the decor "Is just a sliver of my capability" she scoffed in "as a matter of fact" tone with her arms crossed. "Don't listen to him" Jiwoo spoke up joining the two in her dress and black beret, "Henry is amazed by light switches, I know your ball would have been way better" She winked, linking arms as the Castle's Steward intrusted to sit in the dining hall, Henry stuck in a trance before following them.

"Anal makes your hole weak?" Seulgi repeated with furrowed brows trying to understand the punchline of Jungkook's joke. He chuckled at her puzzled face as she continued to think about it, "Cute" Jungkook mumbled, reaching to caress her face, that was until Soyeon pulled her back, "Sorry dear" She gritted her teeth, kicking Jungkook's shoulder blade making him fall forward and grunt in pain, "It seems I forgot to take out the trash before you came" hearing Jungkook groan in pain made her smirk, taking his place where he was sitting with Seulgi. She furrowed her brows but nodded with a smile, "Okay!" She agreed giving Soyeon a hug, making the tattooed women's eyes widened but soon she obliged and hugged her back "I'm Soyeon, what's your name dear?" She asked once pulling away, "stealing" Jungkook's move by caressing her hair, while an upset Jungkook sat there glaring at his friend "Fucking cockblocker" he spat , making Soyeon Scowl. Jungkook rolled his eyes until he realized, (🖕🏻) was coming tonight. They weren't super close yet, but he was excited to see her outside of the shop.

"How long are you going to stare her down? Lee know chuckled at Irene, the two of them sitting on one side of the carriage while Sana was on the other. Irene had pick the two of them up, insisting she'd give them ride, once they arrived, she park the car and rode the carriage up the hill to Felix's castle, "Until my eyes can burn holes in her skin" She mumbled back, making Lee Know laugh some more, Sana being completely oblivious of her staring as she was too in awe at the pretty scenery. Irene was very much aware that (🗝️) had been giving the pretty psycho more attention, following her like some lovesick puppy. It was revolting to say the least, after everything she had done for him, this is how he repays her? No, she will not accept that, Irene would set the whole world on fire if it meant having you to herself, "Well, I'll tell you one thing" spoke Lee know, breaking Irene away from her thoughts, "Sana may seem harmless, but she is more psychotic than she appears to be" He warned. Irene scoffed, rolling her eyes at his words, Irene didn't care how crazy the pink princess was, if blood needed to be spilt, so be it. "So am I" she whispered in Lee Know's ear as they arrived.

Entering the common room, Princess Chungha sat down on the couch with a sigh of relief, "See it's much more warmer in here" She smiled looking over at the fire. The princess had just arrived after picking up her two vampire friends, "Are you sure we won't get in trouble?" Mina chuckled sitting down next to her. The princess rolled her eyes and smiled back at Mina, "Don't worry, I helped him decorate and we're friends so he won't mind us snooping around" She grabbed Mina's hand to reassure her. The two chatting and giggling as Chungha told her how flustered Felix was when decorating "He was running around like chicken with its head cut off" Mina chuckled. While the two were conversing, Leo sat on the couch on the other side of the coffee table, he didn't seem shy or awkward, just quiet, "Your friend okay?" Chungha asked sending Leo a smile. The man was tall, handsome, and definitely her type, but he seemed a little too "tsundere" for her "Yeah he's fine" Mina looked at Leo, sending him a concerning look, wanting to make sure he was okay. In response Leo gave the two a small smile and nodded at Mina, assuring her he was fine "Just not much of a talk" She added.

"Awe she's your girlfriend?" Hongjoong smiled as the wolf showed him a picture of Joey (🥟). Matthew chuckled "No, not yet at least" He smiled "I've only met her a few times but she is sweet and funny" swiping through his pictures he lands one he took at your first dance practice, beaming at how cute you looked "And she's beautiful which doesn't hurt" Hongjoong chuckled and rolled his eyes. Matthew and Joey hadn't known each other long but he really did care for her and was excited to see her tonight, "She is a beauty" said a dark figure coming from behind the two. Bobby stood there staring at the picture on Matthew's phone. The wolf narrowed his eyes, feeling uncomfortable with Bobby's stare and the way he spoke about Joey. "Thanks, um" He looked at Hongjoong who was glaring at Bobby, "Ready to go?" The wolf got up and headed towards the door of Hongjoong's house, his first impression of Bobby was not the best so he made a mental note to keep an eye on him tonight, especially around Joey.

Everyone was almost here, just a few more and then the ball would begin. While waiting, all the arrived guests sat in the dining hall waiting to be served their meals, "You've only kissed her?" Nayeon chuckled, making the poor wolf's ears turn red, he bit his lips nervously "Well yeah, we've only been one date together?" Chan spoke with a puzzled face, he was confused on what the witch was declaring, "And you've only kissed her? Tch, if you don't rail her soon she'll get bored" Nayeon continued to laugh as they enter the dining hall, "Not everyone thinks about sex" spoke up an annoyed Changkyun. Nayeon had spoke the entire way here and needless to say to say, Changkyun wouldn't be upset if he never heard her voice again, "Is that true? Does Emry (🍓) really think I'm boring?" The puzzled Chan thought out loud. He knew things were still fresh with her but he never stopped to think if he was too cautious with their relationship, "If she didn't like you, she wouldn't be coming tonight" Changkyun patted Chan's shoulder, "Plus Nayeon is the worst person to take advice from when it comes to love" He scoffed making the wolf chuckle. His words definitely made Chan feel more relieved, but couldn't shake the thought off.

"We wouldn't have been late if you knew how to fucking give directions!" "It's not my fault you can't fucking hear!" "Would you two stop fucking yelling!?" The tattooed man sighed rubbing his temples. If Woosung would've known riding with two of the toughest men would lead into them arguing like a bunch of kids, he would've just rode with Soyeon. "We're in a goddamn castle for Christ's sake, I know were late but we're here now, so shut the fuck up and calm down!" Woosung was never one to yell, but until you have been in a car with Taehyung and Wonho, you won't understand the torture he has been through. "Whatever, I only came here for my friend" Tae rolled his eyes, he has never been good at making friends but tried his best for (🐶). Tae didn't want to cause a scene and embarrass her. "So you came here to fuc-" "Nope, we're not fighting again. You two need to chill" The tattoo artist sighed "Should've just stayed home" he thought. "There you are, I thought you all got lost" Felix smiled interrupting Woosung's thoughts, but his expression soon changed seeing the irritated looks on the mens face "Um, T-This way" He gulped.

˖ ࣪ . 🦢 ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

"Thank you everyone for coming" Felix spoke with a shaky voice, fixing his colar as Chungha smiled giving him a thumbs up. "Food is ready, but you are welcome to roam wherever you'd like" He stated more proudly this time, "We have the ballroom to dance, Projection rooms for films, and the spa is also open" Felix for the first time felt proud of himself for accomplishing such a big event, he planned out every activity, pastry and meal. "Please enjoy yourselves" The night has begun and he only hoped for the best.

tags: @idontlikelizards @honey-beaut @livealittleoc-cb @luxora @halloween-idols @nana-n-nono @angelsxdemons-cb @wiickedxgood @bunnybubchan @lowblotrp @moonlightchn @welcome-to-maniac @dia-oc @writingstuffandmore @zzzhoonie @k-venturetime @badbf-cb @evicted-oc @yanderexmuses @thisisnoteuropeanstyle @oc-honeys

These muses would like to see you under the mistletoe...

(🥟) Matthew, (🍓) Bang Chan, (🖕🏻) Jungkook, (🐶) Taehyung

(🗝️) Sana, (😆) Felix

#the winter ball ❄️

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Against All Odds

CHAPTER 4

The sun finally breaks over the mountain horizon and it seems to bring the train to life with it. Attendants glide in and out of the dining car, bringing in breakfast foods and drinks and replacing the broken vase and glasses without a word.

Around 10 AM Teefee and Ivy join Jameson and Chase at the table. Ivy looks like she didn't sleep a wink and Teefee is bewildered to find the two of them covered in wood shavings. Chase can't help but flick a shaving at Ivy with a small grin as she takes a seat next to him, giving a weak attempt at a grin as she rubs her eyes tiredly. Teefee huffs and pours herself a large cup of coffee with half of it being cream.

"Today is going to be so much fun!" Teefee sings like a chattering squirrel. Today's outfit was just as ridiculous as yesterday's, this time giving her the appearance of a blue cotton-covered cloud with, of course, streaks of pink glitter. "Once we arrive in the Capitol you will immediately be sent to meet your prep team and stylists so they can prepare you for the opening ceremony!" The woman explains, and Chase wonders two things: how she can hold a pen with such ridiculously long and decorated nails, and how any human being can be this chipper so early in the morning. He's tempted to try the coffee, but it smells far too bitter, even with only a dash mixed into a mug of hot chocolate.

Jameson had retrieved his thimbles when Ivy and Teefee first arrived and he continues Miss. Whispers’ description of the day to come, "Don't resist what they do to you in the remake center. It will hurt a bit, but these are professionals and know how to make you look pretty for the people," Chase caught Jameson actively resisting rolling his eyes at his own words, "We talked about it a little yesterday, but did we decide what angle you two are going to present yourselves? Bold and hostile, clever and witty, charming and sexy?" He does allow himself a grimace at that, "Unfortunately you're both a bit rugged to pull off sweet and innocent, so we may have to pivot.”

It's obvious he despises talking like this, especially since Chase has seen a truer side to Jameson. But with Teefee in the room, Chase assumes he has put his pleasant mentor mask back on tight and talk Capitol to get by. Poor guy.

"The choice is yours but we need to send word to your stylists so they can make adjustments to fit your performance demeanor." Jameson finishes, taking a sip from a cup filled with amber-colored tea.

“I-I honestly don’t know. But back in Seven a lot of people thought I was pretty handsome and fun,” Chase shrugs, unconvinced by his own words, “I got asked out a lot but I only really had eyes for Stacy so I always said no.”

The idea of flirting with Capitol citizens honestly wasn’t the worst idea. He’s seen the Careers do it about a dozen times through this life and flirts always got the biggest sponsors. He remembers one year when a tribute from District 1 won in five days because he kept getting sponsor after sponsor. Food, water, new weapons, he got it all. All because he played up the charm with a pretty face to boost.

"Yeah, a real ladies' man back in school!" Ivy jokes with a chuckle as she looks over the breakfast table, "I also had my fair share of getting asked out, though I think guys saw me as more naive and.. fragile." Ivy grits her teeth as she says that.

“But I’m also gonna be a dad, I think that I have more to lose than just my life. I don’t think many other people can say that.” Chase offers.

“Well, the two flirts of District 7 might be a halfway decent angle.” Ivy groans, pressing her forehead against the table. Chase slides the plate of the orange fruit towards her and when she looks up he nods toward it. You should eat.

Ivy looks between the oranges and Chase, her eyes asking if it's really ok to take it. He nods again and nudges the plate closer. She gives Chase a weak smile and hesitantly picks up an orange wedge. She examines the rare fruit and pops it in her mouth. Eyes sparkling the same way Chase's must have looked when he first tried it.

Jameson sighs quietly across from them, "Seems like it's probably our best shot. Okay, Miss Whisper, please send notice to the stylists as soon as possible." He skewers his fork through a sausage and pops it in his mouth. "Just be aware that if either of you make it out, these personas will follow you forever. Do you understand?"

Chase and Ivy glance at each other, orange slices in each of their hands. Where did that come from? Jameson probably knows what he's talking about, but it was somewhat hard to grasp the context outside of what they can only assume.

“Well, having a kid is pretty permanent too. I’d say that part of me would follow me, games or not.” Chase shrugs and lets the fruit burst on his tongue.

Ivy's attention fixed on Jameson, she gives a sad nod, “I-... I understand. But it's what we gotta do to survive, right?”

Jameson's expression was stiff, but he gave a nod in return.

Before the silence broken up by forks scraping against plates could stretch too long Chase speaks up, “Speaking of stylists, is it going to hurt? Jameson mentioned it hurting.”

"Oh not much!" Teefee exclaims, leaping at the opportunity to fill the quiet, "Jameson, the jokester, was just kidding! It's not so bad." She takes a sip of her coffee, pinky out, and picks up her little silver clipboard to look over the schedule absent-mindedly. "It can even be quite relaxing! I went and got my eyebrows done a week ago and it only hurt a little!" She smiled brightly.

Jameson levels both of the tributes a flat look but says nothing.

“Okay, are we talking ‘splinter pain,’ ‘I just feel from 10 feet’ pain, or ‘Holy fucking shit a tree just fell on me and my ribs are broken’ pain?” He barely even acknowledges Teefee as she talks, keeping his full attention on Jameson. This annoys the woman, but Chase tries to ignore her.

Jameson looks up to the roof of the train car to think before signing in response, "Intense bathing, waxing off all your body hair, nail filing, hair cut..." He trails off, and Chase wants to reach out but keeps to himself this time, busying his hands with loading a ham steak and some kind of fried potato onto his plate.

Chase can see Ivy's eyes widen before Jameson drifts away, “Sooooo splinter pain times 10 and all over our bodies... greeeeaaaaat,” She says sarcastically as she peels another orange with subtly trembling fingers.

“Here, Iv, let me.” Chase mumbles and takes the fruit from her, but before she could protest he was already peeling the rind off and laying the slices on her plate. She fidgets with her necklace again and nods towards him with a small smile. Thanks, her eyes say silently as Chase picks up the talking, “So, stylist, parade, training, then interviews? Is that right?” He asks Jameson, but he's still unresponsive.

"Yes, that's the short of it!" Teefee nods, teeth white as snow as she takes over the conversation, not wanting to be left out. "Each event takes its own day and then training takes roughly under a week."

“So in total, we have seven-ish days to win the Capitol over. Right?” Ivy asks quietly.

“Right! So at this time be prepared to do your very very best for the cameras! Everyone will be watching you.” It's hard to tell if she was trying to comfort or threaten the two of them, but with Teefee it seems like it could go either way. The image of sugar-coated barbed wire flits through Chase's mind as he watches the two talk.

Quickly Chase tunes out their conversation with an internal roll of his eyes and reaches over to quietly take Jameson's still hand in his. That seemed to work before. Maybe James needs as much comfort as he does right now. Watching potentially two kids die year after year must be draining, to say the least.

Jameson doesn't immediately respond, but he does squeeze Chase's hand in return.

"We'll be at the train station by nine, so you both should be dressed and ready to greet the people of the Capitol! The city is dazzling, children. You're going to love it!" Teefee giggles. Actually giggles. It's high-pitched like a young schoolgirl's. Playful and innocent despite coming from someone who watches children slaughter each other for entertainment every year.

The entire train car getting plunged into darkness is what seems to jolt Jameson back into his own body and Chase holds his hand a bit tighter. Their eyes are locked in mild fear as the train pulls back out of the tunnel, spitting them all out into the mountain-surrounded boundaries of the Capitol.

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Jameson's electronic words bounce around Chase's head as he clenches his jaw to suppress a yelp of pain, Don't resist what they do to you. Grit your teeth and bear it and it'll be over sooner.

"You kids from District Seven always have so much body hair!!" One of the members of the prep team with their skin dyed purple, Toynia, exclaims as she prepares another wax strip while two others buzz around Chase like tracker-jackers.

He's lying down on a table with his skin glowing a raw pink from being scrubbed down hard. His nails were filed into perfect ovals with no more cracks to be seen, and much to his dismay his beard was completely gone. They shaved most of it off before rubbing a thick cream that smelled like chemicals on the stubble and shining a weird light over his lower face. With another wash of more goo, Chase felt like he was more akin to a prepared turkey than an 18-year-old boy.

They haven't allowed him to look at himself just yet, trying to get him to a "beauty base zero" state so his stylist can see exactly what she's working with in his natural state. If the Capitol's standards of natural beauty were looking like he rolled out of bed looking ready to get married and smelling like roses, Chase wonders what their standard of being grubby-looking meant. Because certainly he's heard one of his prep team members chattering on about how one year a girl had so much gunk under her bitten nails she gagged.

The only way Chase was able to keep his mouth shut was by locking his jaw shut.

By the time these strangers are done, he feels completely exposed. His face was as fresh as the day he was born, and every inch of him scrubbed to sparkling. They took all his clothes from his home, including his father's flannel he gave him years ago, even after he begged them not to. He pleaded for them to at the very least give it to Jameson to hold onto. The prep team just laughed in his face and giggled amongst each other. Little chattering birds and probably with the same amount of if not less empathy.

Chase sat there on the table completely naked except for a nice thick robe that they were kind enough to supply. Thank god for that at least.

He felt bare without his stuff, without his beard, and without his things. He twists Stacy's ring around his pinky finger as he stares at the wall across from him, thanking whoever was listening that he was able to at least hold onto this one precious piece of home.

To Chase, the completely white chamber felt almost akin to a cage. A small, bare cage you’d maybe keep a dog in. But even the dogs here seemed to be treated better than all of the tributes. Certainly, they were more well-fed than any of the humans were back home.

Oh god, home. Chase would give just about anything to be back home right now. To have a peacekeeper shouting at him to climb faster or to stay in line. Hell, he’d even let them flog him again if it meant that he’d be back in District 7. His body itches to run into the familiar woods and get lost in the trees. He knows he wouldn't get far, but getting shot amongst the pine sounds far more merciful right now than getting paraded around before his inevitably much more gruesome demise. At least at home, he could die with some dignity. Will they even recognize him when his body gets returned in a box after the games?

It takes a while for Chase to even consider that they had forgotten about him here, until eventually, somebody enters through a nearly invisible door. Chase schools his face to not instantly glare at the woman before him who was to be his stylist.

She was tall, very tall, and fashionably thin as opposed to the dying-of-starvation thin Chase was personally more acquainted with. She wears an oversized fur jacket that hangs off her slender shoulders. Blonde hair was styled into two triangular buns on top of her head that brought to mind some kind of animal in Chase's head. Was that her real hair or just a wig? It was hard to tell the difference. Her spiked heels added even more height to her figure so she towers several inches over Chase even when he finally stands reluctantly to greet her.

He doesn’t know whether to stick his hand out to shake her hand or just wait for her to speak. He just stands still as she examines his body and does his best not to squirm.

The woman at first doesn't say anything as she just circles chase, eyeing him, taking him in. Like an animal circling its prey, which is fitting with her facial tattoos making it look like she is in fact some kind of cat. A tiger is the first thing that comes to mind, though Chase has never seen one in person. Maybe it was a photograph? Whatever. She stops circling and stands in front of him about two feet away. Chase has to tilt his head up to look her in the eye.

"It's very nice to meet you, Chase. My name is Tigris and I will be your stylist. I hope the process has been... bearable for you."

Her voice sounds very different compared to the prep team members. Their voices were so high, cheery, and posh. While Tigris sounds calmer and more serious. Calming in a weird, level way. Each word was carefully chosen like every sound had to be run by a council before coming out of her mouth.

“Well I’m not dead yet, so I’d say it was bearable enough.“ He tries to joke it off, trying to see if she can smile under all those tattoos and Botox. “So do I meet the Capitol’s standards yet, or do you need to send more people to scrub another layer of my skin off?”

The corners of Tigris' mouth go up a little. Chase assumes that's a smile. Does she have any idea how terrifying she actually looks? "The prep team is done cleaning you for now. I will say, you and your teammate are both a rarity. Most, if not all, other tributes are the complete opposite of each other but.. you both complement the other.”

Chase has no idea what on earth she's talking about. So, cleverly, he responds, “Uh, thanks?”

Tigris makes a motion with her hand. "Can you de-robe? I need to see you."

Chase rolls his eyes to the heavens and removes his robe, letting it drop to the floor unceremoniously. Any dignity he had has been stripped away from him. Which he guesses is the point. Strip them of everything they are so they become animals in a zoo. Animals that tear each other apart for their entertainment. “Your team was very thorough don’t worry.” He can't help but snark.

Tigris doesn't say anything. She just circles him like before, slowly. She stops abruptly and gently takes his hand, noticing the small metal band on his finger. She pauses and looks at Chase with a surprisingly sad expression. “You must think we're despicable, don't you?” Tigris doesn't say that sarcastically, or jokingly, or even tauntingly. She says it genuinely as if she truly pities him and this situation.

“Yes.” Chase doesn’t hesitate. He’s held hatred for the Capitol his entire life. Selfish awful people who take pleasure in watching children die. People who take and take and take and don’t ever give back. They say they provide order and security, but Chase knows they provide fear and danger. They’re monsters. They’re the animals, not the people from the districts. "But I don't think I'm allowed to say that while in your care."

"You can with me, dear. I do not mind. Between you and me, I feel like you could say worse if you wished. As long as you are clever, what else can they really do to you? President Snow has already sealed your fate. And I'm certain he has heard worse as well.” She lets go of his hand and finishes pacing around him. “You can put your robe back on and follow me to chat." Tigris walks away, motioning him to follow.

She just committed treason. Chase thinks to himself. Saying anything negative about Snow or the Capitol was considered a rebellious thought. Rebellious words. And considering what they did to 13, rebels were not welcome in Panem.

Tigris leads him to a room with two big black plush couches facing each other, in the middle is a low table with a small banquet of food. Lunch. A silver chandelier that looks like rain falling hangs overhead. Three of the walls are normal aside from the ugly pale green paint while the fourth is entirely made of glass, a window looking over the Capitol. Tigris sits down and invites Chase to do the same with a graceful wave.

He sits across from her, making sure as much of him is covered as possible with the robe. At the very least they could give him his reaping clothes back. They might not be up to Capitol standards, but they're home. Home and better than absolutely nothing.

“Can I have proper clothes?"

"Don't worry, your outfit for the ceremony won't be as uncomfortable as you fear. And the clothes you came with are safe. I made sure of it." Tigris says, pouring herself some wine. Chase's mouth waters at the spread despite his reluctance to indulge.

He's never had seafood before. Chase subtly watches Tigris as an example of how to eat the unfamiliar things on his plate and follows her lead on slurping the soft meat and sauce directly from the shell. Oysters, his mind supplies. The slippery texture was a bit much for him, and it was weird eating it seemingly raw, but he moved on to a shrimp dangling on the edge of a glass filled with thick red sauce and found the texture much more tolerable. Delicious.

"So, as you know, each of the tributes wears an outfit representing their District in the opening ceremony. Since you're from lumber we want to lean more towards nature and the wood. Not just throw a tree costume on you and call it a day. We want you both to look remarkable.” Tigris practically purrs as she interrupts their eating.

Chase nods along, trying his best to focus on this stranger's words as he bites into a roll consisting of seaweed, some sort of unfamiliar grain, and fish. It was incredible even if the roll fell apart in his fingers. "Okay, sure. So what do you have in mind?" He asks with his mouth full. A part of him really wants to believe that she wants to help him, but another more reasonable part knows she's here for her own gain. The best stylist of the year probably gets all the Capitol citizens clamoring after their clothes. Even more so if the tributes they clothed win.

Tigris takes a concerningly big sip of wine before addressing Chase again. “Your outfit will echo a… romanticized lumberjack. Your escort called ahead to us so I've made the proper adjustments to your costume already. My partner and your fellow tribute stylist have already done the same for her." Chase's dread sinks in. Oh god, they really are going to dress him up like a fucking doll. But at least he won't be entirely naked with only a maple leaf covering his junk and skin painted like bark. He remembers that already being tried a few years ago.

Remember what Jameson said. Chase grits his teeth and smiles with an encouraging nod, hoping to get a better idea of how ridiculous he is going to look.

“It shouldn't be too cumbersome. A corseted tank top, tastefully baggy work pants, and boots. I had quite a fun time designing your flannel to be made out of actual wood tiles of different colors, but it will be worn around your waist instead of an actual shirt. You'll practically feel right at home.”

That’s what the Capitol citizens think they look like back in Seven? Yeah, they wore flannels but they were thick and isolating for those cold winters and kept them safe from the rough raw bark as they climbed. It wasn’t a fun fashion statement. Everything they do in the districts, it’s to keep yourself and your loved ones safe and alive to the next day. Here, your clothes were just to show how much wealth you have. How much money you can spend to make yourself look as tastefully poor as possible. But not too poor because you didn't want to actually look like you clawed your way out of the districts.

But whatever. It’s fine, it’s fine. It’s for the Capitol, it’s for survival. It’s to play a game he has to win in order to get back home to his fiancée and future child.

“Okay. When can I change into that because this whole situation isn’t exactly a pleasant one.” Chase deadpans.

"In a few hours. My team needs to make the final touches on your outfit and then we have to give you back to the prep team for hair and makeup. What happens after the ceremony is your mentors' responsibility, but more comfortable clothes will be provided for each of you in your rooms."

But Chase just nods, pretending that he cares.

For a long while they just sit in silence. Chase polishes off his plate and asks Tigris if there are any oranges available. With a push of a button, she summons a small bowl containing miniature versions of the fruit Chase secretly delighted to have on the train. He peels and eats them while staring out the large window, not even bothering to try and make conversation with his stylist. He just watches the colorful dots that were the Capitol citizens move around like painted ants. An idle curiosity flits through Chase's mind if he could break the floor-to-ceiling window if he threw the table at it. He pops another miniature orange in his mouth before the idea can stick.

At some point at what Chase assumes to be around 4 pm, Tigris sets down her empty wine glass and stands. He follows her through the hidden door as he tries to savor the last orange wedge on his tongue as they walk. She leads him to a new room and releases him to the same prep team as before. He tries to crane his neck and silently beg Tigris for help when they grab his wrists, but the lanky woman is walking away.

Don't resist.

It takes everything for Chase to not have a permanent scowl on his face as these freakish people paint his face and tug at his hair. He feels one of them painting some kind of varnish on his fingers, but when he glances down it looks like there's nothing there at all. What's even the point?

"Here we are," Tigris says smoothly as she enters the room again an hour later with a large black bag.

Unzipping it, and the faint smell of wood wafts up and it actually catches Chase's attention. "I was experimenting with some new... materials. Hopefully, it's not too uncomfortable." If she had a real tail, Chase thinks it would be swishing around her in the way cats do when stalking prey.

Tigris shoos off the preps and helps him into his outfit personally. The tanktop was the worst part: made of some kind of stiff treated canvas and boning so it could be laced up in the back like a tight pair of boots. Chase felt like his air was getting cut off almost instantly. Everything was textured like rough bark which strangely brought some comfort, but the worst offender of the entire outfit was the "flannel." It wasn't even a real shirt. The "sleeves" were just two decorated flaps that clicked together under the "knot." It resembled more of a shingled roof with alternating squares of different wood samples, all held together by some flimsy shimmering orange material under it. The tiles all rattled together as Chase moved, and he felt ridiculous. Even more so when Tigris took some orange cord the thickness of a finger and started weaving some strange harness or belt around his hips.

To avoid cussing out these people for how stupid this all was, Chase just stares off into space, trying to think about how Stacy was doing. Was she home in front of their small television with her moms, or with Birch? Or will she be out in the square to watch the broadcast in public? He hopes that Willow is okay under all of the stress Stacy might be going through right now. Is Stacy eating? She had a bad habit of not taking care of herself properly when she was worrying about something too much. Birch should be able to convince her to eat. They're soft-spoken, but when Birch is heard they have a convincing way with words. Words that have comforted Chase so many times before. He wishes they could speak again. He wishes he was home-

The tightening of the laces behind his corset brought him back with a small gasp.

Before he knew it, Tirgis was finished. She and the team all stepped back to admire their work and Chase just stood there unmoving. Tigris gestures a manicured claw to the mirrors behind Chase and…

Chase looks almost nothing like himself. It’s like they stripped him of all that made him, him. Not just physically but emotionally as well.

His clean-shaven face was painted with harsh shadows that sharpened his face more than it naturally was. Some kind of brown eyeshadow that he thinks was supposed to be a “natural” eye but did manage to make his blue eyes pop out brighter. The makeup followed down his neck and to his exposed collarbone where everything seemed to be unnaturally accentuated as if he was more an exaggerated drawing than a person. Were those supposed to be branches in his hair? Ugh.

The outfit was tacky as hell. He registered bits and pieces as they were being put on him but all together it was terrible. The “tanktop” had a birch wood texture decorating it and it made his chest squeeze even more with the thought of his best friend. The dark brown pants were baggy with the printed bark texture of some tree Chase couldn't immediately place, and black boots with leaf designs laced up just under his knees. The bright orange cord laced around his upper legs and hips were obviously meant to frame and draw attention, so Chase was at least thankful that most of that gets obscured by the least functional flannel ever to curse the earth.

Now that he looks like this he has to go out there and pretend like he’s happy- like he’s grateful for this opportunity and all of it.

At least he gets to keep Stacy's ring on a copper chain Tigris provides him.

“It looks…nice.” That’s all he could muster up without showing any true emotion.

Tigris purrs from her chest, "You look ravishing, Chase. They will love you. Oh, one more thing." She slides a piece of green paper out from her work table and begins delicately folding it strangely. Chase can't help but watch as her pointer finger presses against each fold so it comes out crisp, folding and creasing the paper into different triangles until finally it takes a shape.

It's some kind of bird.

"There is a very old legend," She explains as she walks over to Chase again, "That if you fold one thousand paper cranes you get a wish." She says slowly as she carefully attaches the little paper bird to his shoulder. "My wish is for your..." She looks into his eyes, and he notices her pupils are ever so slightly slit. Were they contacts? Or did she pay to get them physically altered? "What is her name?"

"Stacy." He replies, trying not to grit his teeth at the whole ordeal.

"I wished for Stacy to be safe for you." Tigris finished simply, stepping back to take in her work with pride.

“Thank you.” He tried to muster an ounce of sincerity in his voice. But after the last two days, he can’t. He can’t feel anything except anger and disgust. Even this act of kindness felt fake. Like he was just a prop for Tigris to feel better. Oh, she made a beautiful outfit for you! She made you stand out! Her outfit is the reason you’re gonna get so many sponsors! Please. This whole thing, these games, were so ridiculous.

Tigris steps back, heels echoing in the room as she gracefully turns to the door, "Your chariot awaits."

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Chase finds Ivy standing with Jameson and their horses in the closed-off corridor. The doors to the audience barely muffled the cheers and chatter of the Capitol civilians just beyond. Everyone is dying to get a first look at this year's tributes! And Chase was dying to get out of these stupid clothes as soon as possible.

The other tributes stood by their simple chariots and this was the first time Chase was seeing any of them in person. He tried to block most of them out when they were forced to watch the recaps of all the Reapings, but most if not all of them were.. younger than Chase. His stomach sinks. Was he one of the only 18-year-olds drawn this year? That is nearly impossible. But no, he looks around again and locks eyes with another boy seemingly around his age.

He was skinny, all lean muscle and his dark brown hair almost spiked up. If it was natural or gel Chase couldn't tell from where he stood. Brilliant green eyes seemed to illuminate with mischief and he held himself tall but a little off-kilter. He looks different for someone from District 2. Typically they're much more bulky from their (illegal but ignored) training. But this kid looked fast and lethal rather than hulking and brutal. The word sharp leaps to the front of Chase's mind.

Chase breaks eye contact first but can still feel the other boy's eyes on him as he approaches Ivy and Jameson.

Jameson was showing her how to carefully pet the horse with brown fur and white spots so they didn’t get spooked.

"Gently like this," His voicebox said before using the backs of his knuckles to pet the horse's muzzle where it could see them. "If you try petting them from the back they could get scared and kick your teeth out." He chuckles silently, allowing Ivy a turn.

"I've never seen such a beautiful animal like this.. they can do that and you guys just keep them as pets?!" Ivy says to Jameson gently petting the horse the way Jameson showed her, amazed.

Ivy’s gaze lands on Chase, and by the way her lips curve up into a smile, Chase could tell she was holding back a laugh. “Oh, my- is that really how they view lumberjacks?”

“Apparently.” He looks over Ivy’s outfit, her head nearly engulfed by her namesake. They put her in a skin-tight dress that must have had some kind of padding to make her curves more pronounced. It was all brown, textured with, obviously, bark patterns and fake vines wrapped around her like long snakes. Like ivy growing on a tree. Most of it crawled up her form and spilled into a ridiculous collar that swooped above her head to look like a tree canopy, but on closer inspection, it was more of those little paper cranes making up the leaves. He had to hold back a snicker at her outfit. “Well, at least no one will forget your name!”

“At least you look somewhat normal while I look like a fucking tree.” Ivy sticks her tongue out past the bright red lipstick. “Covering me in ivy. Not exactly subtle.” Small green gemstones shimmer on her face as she rolls her eyes.

Jameson laughs through his nose and gives them a small smile, "Yes I think that's the idea."

Chase gives a smile to Jameson in return as he joins in petting the horses. He really was the only one keeping them both sane. The only person from home and the only one who had an understanding of what they were going through. He didn’t glamorize a single moment of this, just explaining what would happen and being as sympathetic as he could. It was nice to have him through all this.

Tigris and Ivy's stylist, Jeuon, join them and help the two tributes step onto the chariot.

"Be sure to hold on tight." Jeuon explains with a lopsided grin, showing off a golden canine, "These carriages aren't the most stable." His black hair was styled in a collection of small braids that wrapped around each other in a large round bun on his head. Lips painted green to match Ivy's vines, but it was a shade too light. "Smile and wave to the crowd! Blow kisses, flirt. If we're going to sell your angle of sensuality then you have to play the part." He explains with a flourish of his hands for emphasis, showing an example of a coy wave with lowered eyelids.

"Smile and wave, flirt with the people. You're going to be great." Tigris purrs at them both.

"The horses know where to go. We'll meet you on the other side." Jameson explains as the grand doors begin to open at the end of the large hall. "Good luck." He and the stylists step back as the horses begin to pull the chariot.

Chase just shrugs, any words he could say would just be drowned out by the roaring crowd.

He grips the carriage as it starts to move, the constant wobbling throwing him off his balance. He can’t imagine what it must be like for Ivy in those heels.

The bright lights hit him hard and fast, nearly blinding him at how dazzling everything was. And the crowd, god he might go deaf from how loud it is. Chase has seen this whole show on television his whole life, but it does not truly capture the grandeur and noise of it all. He forces himself to smile and wave at the crowd, even winking and blowing kisses to every woman he can see. He watches as the girls his age, and even the older women and men, catch his kisses and even blow kisses back. Roses of all colors are thrown onto the ground and in his general direction. They all look as ridiculous as he feels. His face, his smile is on all the screens, his name and district underneath them. His smile grows wider, but it isn’t genuine. He tries to smile the way he would with Stacy, a goofy grin that she says makes her stomach do flips, but it just isn’t right. It’s too forced, but no one besides her will notice. He looks happy to the cameras, and that’s all that matters.

Chase feels Ivy’s grip tighten on his arm. The constant wobbling of the chariot paired with the high heels must be making her feel like she could fly off any moment. He grabs her hand on instinct, gripping it hard making sure that she doesn’t fall out. There was no need for District 7’s future victor to get trampled by horses on the avenue of tributes.

Eventually, their horses park in front of the grand white stage where President Snow stands over all of them, commanding attention and respect. Chase was so grateful that he could put his arm down and stop smiling. There was no way that the human body was meant for 30 minutes of constant waving and kisses. Even if it was, his body was not meant for it. The screens around them flash to each pair of tributes in their chariots as the fairly young president speaks to the nation.

"Welcome," His voice echoes and slowly quiets the crowd, "Welcome, tributes, to the 32nd annual Hunger Games." The crowd cheers, and Snow looks across the 24 children in costumes with a deadly smile, "May you bring honor and glory to your districts in these games. And may the odds be ever in your favor."

He’s watched Snow make announcements before, and everyone has agreed that he looked and acted like a snake. But now, in person, he could confirm it. His lips were puffy, yes, but his eyes were like that of a predator. And Chase was just a mouse scurrying away trying in vain to avoid his fate.

The president continued talking about the glory of the games like he did every year and wishing the tributes good luck. But Chase couldn’t hear it, all he could focus on was those eyes. Tigris’ were slits like cat eyes and Chase can’t be sure, especially from a distance, but Snow’s almost matched it. They were blue, an unnatural blue but those pupils, they were the real mystery. He never saw it on TV, but those pupils weren’t human. At least not in the way Chase would describe them. They were one of a beast, of a monster. A mutt.

Chase grabs onto Ivy making sure she doesn’t fall off as the chariots lurch into motion again. The crowd roars as the horses lead all the carriages away, plunging the pair back into darkness. But even then all he could think about was the cold and unforgiving eyes of that little man.

As promised, everyone met Chase and Ivy in the holding area, the prep teams ecstatic and chittering away like multi-colored songbirds. Chase tenses up as the flock crowds the two of them, all their hands clambering to touch them.

"Oh, you looked fabulous!"

"My heart stopped at that wink, you're a natural!"

"I was so sure those cranes would take flight! Along with my composure!" They all laugh but Jameson steps up and holds out a hand to help Ivy off the chariot.

"Well done. You didn't fall." He smiles, but his grey eyes look tired.

Teefee comes up and holds Chase's face in her hands, it takes everything in him not to smack her away like a fly, "You both look like a fantasy!" She gasps in wonder, her smile wide with pride, "Everybody will want a piece of you." The woman giggles, releasing him with a pat on his cheek, and leads everybody to the elevators. “I’ve already heard some sponsor talking~”

Tigris walks past Chase and nods approvingly but says nothing, sauntering on with her fur collar up high and long legs bare aside from some striped tights.

Chase looks around the room again while following his team, seeing the boy from District 2 again as he looks up. And the boy smiles at Chase. But before he could decipher if it was friendly or a threat, Chase was pulled into the elevator as the glass doors shut behind him.

Chase rests his head against Jameson’s shoulder, he didn’t know that a seemingly simple thing could be that exhausting. The attention, the cheers, the giggles, and the laughs drained him of everything he was. He feels like a hollowed-out tree, eaten alive by beatles and left with absolutely nothing inside.

“I want to go home, James.” He whispers just enough for Jameson to hear it. “I want to get out of these clothes. I can’t breathe.” Jameson doesn't say anything, but he takes one of Chase's hands in both of his and soothingly pats it. And that’s all he can do.

#jse hunger games au #chase brody #jameson jackson #jacksepticeye #jse fanfic #jse egos #mod parker #writersofjack #Ivy cinders #against all odds

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Hi! I love your edits! You're doing god's work editing these men in the fem outfits, they all look so good! Also I agree 💯% with your frustrations about all the LIs having "sculpted abs", it's so lazy and boring. I think we should at least get to pick bodytype for the MC to be honest. Anyway! You said you were bored and you wanted asks. I don't know much about your main fandom and LI, but I'd love to hear some of your headcanons about the LI experimenting and exploring with fem outfits, if you'd like to talk about it! I'm a newcomer to your blog so Idk of you have written about it before. Have a lovely day!

OMG Thank you thank you thank you so much! I'm glad you love them <3

I kinda understand why having bodytype options for MC might be a bit more difficult since you have to make different versions of each outfit, but even then it's not something they're incapable of doing. I mean they basically had that in BOLAS to an extent. At least have bodytype-neutral writing for the MCs, why can't they just say "stomach" instead of "abs" or "waist" instead of "curves"?

And even with that in mind, it should at least be much easier to have different bodytypes for LIs since you're not going to customize it.

Anyways for the actual question, I do have some headcanons about m!LIs and a few m!MCs trying fem outfits (and vice versa). I don't have many headcanons about Cas, Gabe, Drew, Jordan, and OH m!MC since they're not characters I'm very attatched to despite the edits I made for them, but...

Aiden: Aiden's interest in exploring with outfit mainly comes from hanging around his girlfriend Evie, AKA my HSS MC who is a very openly GNC woman. He especially takes interest in stuff like crop tops and short shorts and later leg-slit dresses– he's at first a bit embarrassed about them but grows to like how he looks in them. Not to mention he has a bit of a thing for receiving praise/attention from Evie, and wearing those sort of outfits gets him a lot of compliments from her. Later on he does become more interested in wearing dresses and even wears a gown when he and Evie get married.

Michael: [tw: abuse discussion] I have a headcanon that Michael had an abusive father who pushed him into super masculine things and actively shamed him for any feminine things he liked. So I think he likes dressing fem sometimes partly because he enjoys dressing in them to be flirty, and partly because they give him more confidence and are a kind of a "fuck you" to his dad. He's especially partial to 80s-style crop top fits.

Ajay: It takes him a bit longer to try and explore fem clothing, but the first time he tries a crop top is when they're in Paris during the Spotlite trip. He and Cher (my HSS:CA MC who is more fem-leaning genderfucky) are going on a double date with Aiden and Evie and he takes interest in it from Aiden.

Tyler: Dressing in fem clothing I think is something he does enjoy from time to time, but doesn't do much of because those other jock assholes who pick on him. Becoming close to Peggy, AKA my MAH MC who is futch, and seeing her defend him from those other jock assholes does make him start to feel more comfortable with it.

Bryce: I haven't played past OH 1 and I'm kind of on hiatus for my replay of the book, but we all know he would be very open to trying fem outfits. Despite his in-game wardrobe, he is definitely the type who would love to go strutting around in a crop top and short shorts. I don't think this should even count as headcanon cause it's something he'd 100% do in canon if PB weren't cowards lol. He'd definitely wear the crop top Nighthawks baseball outfit.

Liam: My MC Lew has very GNC tastes in clothing/appearance. She does occasionally enjoy wearing the big fancy ballgowns, but both she and Liam agree that they look much better when they're tried and fitted onto him. I haven't yet played past TRR 2 Ch 1 but I'm considering swapping their wedding outfits. And their sexy underwears, because the "sexy underwear" they gave to Liam is so lazyyyyyilw

Alan Kim AKA my HSS m!MC: I haven't done a playthrough with him yet, but in an alternate universe of mine exists my HSS m!MC. He's just as much of a proud GNC guy as Evie is a proud GNC gal. A lot of his wardrobe consists of some of the HSS f!MC's outfits that I am in the process of editing.

Cedric Zhao AKA my ILW MC: I haven't yet played ILW, but I'm making my ILW MC a very proudly GNC guy. His default outfit is that one crop top outfit, his formal outfit is the leg slit dress option, his default underwear is that one lingerie outfit. Yes, all of those outfits are indeed existing outfits in the ILW game for a male/masc MC, because PB COULD NEVERRRRRR

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fear-is-truth · 1 month

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𝑳𝑬𝑻 𝑴𝑬 𝑩𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑫𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳 ⴰ༢ ୧

── being kai anderson’s manipulative girlfriend hc

tags: fem! reader. nsfw + sfw. kai is a warning himself, you aren’t any better though (manipulative behavior.) talks of murder, sex

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☪︎ ִ ࣪my friend said that this hc sounds like how she’d imagine my relationship with Kai. kind of a low blow but also the best compliment ever so.. no complaints

your ability to see through his lies and manipulation frustrates him to no end, as Kai was accustomed to everyone doing whatever he told them to

you won’t follow every single order Kai gave you, unless you think it’s feasible. most of the time, you operate on your own terms

your independent activities would annoy Kai, as he prefers to maintain control over all activities in F.I.T

however, once he recognizes how your actions benefit the cult's agenda, his fury would give way to reluctant admiration

as his girlfriend and second in command, you hold a delicate position in the cult - dangerously close to the centre of power and yet somehow the safest, as your connection to him gives you some degree of protection

any cult member who annoys you? good as dead. you’d find a way to frame them or make Kai get suspicious of them

he hates it when you boss the other cult members around, but also secretly thinks it’s kinda hot

Winter would have mixed feelings about you. she thinks you’re cool but she’s also lowkey afraid of you because you remind her of her brother sometimes

you’re the only one who can keep Kai in line (sort of)

but you’re also capable of making him worse. and vice versa (couple goals)

he puts a tracker in your phone, which you found out and dismantled it

pinky power is completely pointless

it’ll be personal contest— who’s the better liar? you two have the best poker faces

you were the first one to drink the “poisoned” kool aid. risky move but worth it

you carry a bottle of Adderall for Kai at all times. he even trusts you enough to let you administer the pill directly into his mouth

ways to manipulate him

kill for him. that’s an instant hard-on

feed that ego. you praise his leadership skills, intelligence and charisma, deepening his belief in his own superiority

mother him. wash his hair when you shower together. assist him with shaving. lay out his clothes for him. make him manwiches

behind the guise of nurturing gestures, every act of practical care serves as a small manipulation, reinforcing his dependency on you while gradually asserting your influence over him

you’ll have him wrapped around your little finger

councilman at day, clown at night

you’d play a crucial role in his election campaigns, acting as the perfect arm candy to bolster his public image

in public settings, you display affection in subtle yet very calculated ways:

holding hands, staring into each others eyes, sharing deep kisses— strategically timed for the cameras to capture

and the media would eat it all up

it’ll enhance Kai's image as a loving and passionate partner

you were the one who came up with the staged assassination stunt

Meadow was getting too close to Kai, and it irked you. so you planted that idea into Kai’s head, and he put it into action

Meadow got laid and then died, Kai got elected councilman, and you have your man all to yourself.. win-win-win situation!

wear a sexy clown outfit that comes with a corset and shows cleavage

it will distract Kai and piss him off because he has to maintain his dignity as a leader while trying to hide his raging boner

violence also turns him on; Kai likes his girls crazy. be the harley quinn to his joker

incorporate deadpan humour. during these fucked up situations, gotta lighten up the mood with disturbing and witty remarks

nsfw headcanons

Kai would ask you to seduce more followers into joining the cult

and the hypocrite would get so jealous, even though it was his idea

sex will be bomb though. he’d put in extra effort to prove that he’s superior

you give each other hickeys, lots

needless to say, you’d be the sub. that’s basically the no.1 rule in your relationship

better to squeeze a few tears during sex. it’ll fuel his ego, big time

if you’re giving him head, gag on purpose

he tells you that once he becomes president of the U.S, you’d be First Lady and he’ll fuck you in every single room in the White House (132 in total)

needless to say that you’re going to be the perfect mother of his messiah baby

a/n: i’m actually a sweetheart, don’t listen to my friend. oh and buzz-cut kai can rail me

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dlamp-dictator · 4 months

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Quick Thoughts on Nikke

So out of sheer curiosity I decided to try out Goddess of Victory; NIKKE for about three-ish hours. I saw some gameplay and some talk about this being an extremely free-to-play friendly game, saw that they're top rarity was in that lovely 4% range (statistically guaranteed SSR after 20 pulls) and while waiting for my Arknight's sanity to replenish I figured I'd give the game a shot. Overall I like it, but I don't think I'll be sticking with it. Not only due to my personal rule of only playing ONE gacha game period and Arknight's still having me by the balls, but also due to NIKKE giving me some bad flashbacks to gacha games I'd rather forget.

But first, a quick Synopsis.

Goddess of Victory: NIKKE is a gacha game made by the Korean studio Shift Up. Gameplay-wise it is a cover shooter where your units hide behind cover and shoot at enemies known in-universe as Raptures. The story of NIKKE focuses on a new commander freshly graduated from the military academy. A person who, despite the culture of the setting, views the NIKKE units less as combat machines, but humans. This view clashes with the world around the commander, and they face obstacles both internal and external as things continue.

I know I tend to be a little more in depth with my summaries, but again I only played this for about three hours and stopped at 3-12.

Anyways, the short of it is while I like the game, the monetization I'm seeing is setting off alarms bells I haven't heard ring since my time in AFK Arena.

Gameplay

On the positive end of things, I really like how the gameplay works here. The cover shooting mechanics are pretty easy to understand and the gunplay has really good feedback to it. Shotguns feel like shotguns with their high damage at close ranges, machine guns rev up slowly only to pile on massive damage as they run through their clip, snipers let you zoom in and fire with high precision, the list goes on. For a shooter originally meant to be on a mobile platform things are surprisingly robust.

Outside of that you have things like base building, along with other minor game modes play around with. I was told there's a puzzle mode down the line, but I'm not far enough to play that yet. Honestly, some of these aspects kind of remind me of Girls Frontline, but that's all I can say on the matter since I stopped at around 3-12.

Characters and Designs

There's a lot I want to say about gacha games and their designs themes in general, but for NIKKE I'll simply say yes, these designs are very horny and honestly turn me off with how pandering they are.

To keep my opinion on this brief my general opinion on sexy character designs is that they should be on characters that are actively trying to look sexy. And to NIKKE's credit a lot of the girls make sense to dress how they do to some extent. Anis works because she's naturally flirty and casual in her personality and knows how hot she looks. Characters like Mihara and Yuni actively play into BDSM tropes in their outfits imply. Rapi is the more serious one of the group and has a more sensible outfit as a result.

And if you're curious, Guillotine is my favorite, both personality and design-wise, really happy I got her in my first 10-pull.

Story and Voice Acting

Again, only played up to 3-12, but the story is honestly well-paced and written. The first chapter nearly had me in tears at the climax and ending of it and as the setting and world-building shows itself more and more you come to learn just how messed up the world of NIKKE is. There was a side quest where you had to film the girls fighting some Raptures for a publicity company, only for that publicity company to be disappointed because the girls fought too well they wanted to advertise a sob story by having them die horribly to drum up some pity points. That's the kind of world this setting is and things just get uglier from there.

Again, only at 3-12 but things look pretty good so far, horny designs aside. The voicing acting also helps since there's a lot of dialogue and since this thing already reaching Arknights-level of text it makes swallowing that medicine a lot easier.

That voice acting itself is... fine. Nothing's terrible, nothing takes me out of a scene. The story voice lines sound fine, good even (shoutout to Anis's voice actress for selling her devil-may-care attitude so well), but the script/translation isn't lining up with what's being said. For example, Guillotine refers to the Central Government as "the Syndicate" in her voice lines, but the actual text has her describe it as "the Big O". I get the feeling they're using the original translated text to keep things aligned with the original Korean line and voice, but when they localized and recorded things in English they didn't bother switching out words and phrases. It's not bad, but is annoying if you're playing this game with English voice acting.

Monetization

Okay, this is the big reason I'm cutting myself off from Nikke. This game reminded me of AFK Arena, another gacha game I played many years ago. A lot.

And that is not a compliment.

This game is pretty generous towards free-to-plays on the surface, but that comes with the huge asterisks of just how much money even a casual player might likely pump into this machine. And just for fun, let me tell you all the similarities I found between this game and AFK Arena.

A passive source of income and grows as time passes, having a cap after so much time.

Story mode rewards with additional premium rewards gated by a premium pass.

A 4% gacha rate along with having three levels of rarity.

A level cap for units that can be increase with duplicates.

Several different gacha currencies that can be used to pull SR and SSR duplicates.

Shops that use various currencies to purchase in game items.

In game ads that coax you into buying cash-shop items.

A synchronization mode to link weaker units with your strongest units to cut back on leveling your entity team.

Frankly, the only thing it's missing is a VIP system that actively gives reward for just paying real money. And I honestly don't know if just haven't seen it yet since I haven't paid any cash.

But this is a lot of talking and not a lot of explaining. To be brief while the game is generous on the surface there's a huge temptation to just give out cash to access rewards that you're missing out on. The premium pass is a huge temptation and it's gated by 20 bucks... twice over if you count the story premium pass. And compared to Limbus Company's premium pass of about 10-ish USD this feels like a trap.

I've played AFK Arena for about a year and I can tell you that game is absolutely a trap of stats, numbers, and a skinner box of deceptively generous numbers in exchange for an endgame grind that'll either be a slog for free-to-plays not around since day 1, one a money sink for those wanting to give a few bucks only to realize you have to sink in 50 to do anything meaningful. Like, all gacha games have their scumming methods. Arknights tying skins to OP means you have to pay a minimum of about 15 bucks to buy an outfit if you're out of premium currency. As generous as it is, Limbus Company gates a lot of it's better rewards behind a season pass and won't give full access to what are often meta-defining EGOs until the next season pass comes along. The list goes on, but I personally find NIKKE to be the more insidious type of gacha game in the grand scheme of things since they push too much monetization in your face much like AFK Arena.

But that'll be it for me. As much as I like NIKKE I don't see myself continuing after my little excursion into it. Not sure what I'll talk about next, but... well, we'll see.

#goddess of victory: nikke #nikke #your dictator is speaking

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the-afterhoursgoodgirl · 2 years

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So it says you haven’t been active in like 2 weeks but I’m gonna try and submit this ask anyway. So my coworker and I have been pining for each other for awhile and finally he asked me on a date. Well I think he wants to go all the way this weekend and I definitely want to as well. But I’ve only had sex with one other person….when I was 16, I’m now 23. So I’m really really nervous about how I’m going to look, taste, and feel because I really want this to be good for him and I don’t have any good experience. Any words of advice to help a girl out?

Hi anon!

I just saw this!! I am so sorry I haven’t been active; I’ve been more active on main lately ❤️

I hope “this weekend” hasn’t past yet.. I hope it’s this coming weekend. If not, I am sorry but this can be for future dates 🥰💕 however, if it is in fact, this coming weekend (10/8), then I want to say a couple of things here. All of it comes from personal experience.

1. Be honest with him. That’s perfectly okay if you haven’t had sex since you were younger. Not everyone is sexually active all the time. I personally haven’t had sex in over a year and I’m 26. It happens and that’s nothing to be ashamed of.

2. Looks. We always want to look sexy the first time we sleep with anyone, it’s normal and can be super stressful at times. I don’t have a lot of advice for this one but what I can say is this - confidence is sexy. Make yourself feel good all day long before he comes over. That weekend is a self care weekend. Take a long shower to wash and exfoliate, then take a hot bath to relax; light a candle, listen to some music, watch your favorite tv show, and relax. Lotion your body, make yourself extra soft for him, then get out and get ready. Also go shopping! Go find some lingerie you feel sexy in! You like your nails done or your hair done too? Do it. Either yourself or professionally. When you feel good, your confidence will skyrocket.

Also if you’re comfortable and would like to show me an outfit or something before dinner or sex, I’m always open to be your hype girl 😌😏

3. Smell. I promise you without a shadow of a doubt, your scent is natural and is uniquely YOU 💕 We are not supposed to smell like roses and if we do, something is super wrong with our Ph levels. As long as you shower beforehand (do not clean the inside as you are a self cleaning organ) and clean the outside as you normally would, you’re good to go! Nothing in this world is more attractive to a grown man than the smell of his woman when she’s horny. I promise you ❤️❤️

As far as hair and such goes, remember, real men do not give a shit about body hair. Do not let a man bring you down because you decided not to shave all the way and be bald.

If you have any questions or just want to talk, feel free to DM me :) I will be more active on this blog and reply to you!! ❤️❤️

#em answers #ask answered #anon (:#bd/sm blog #bd/sm kink #bd/sm dynamic

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deeeelightfuldee · 2 years

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In what form of communication did you last use to talk to the person you’re currently interested in? I’m currently putting myself on dates and while im only mildly interested i would say snap or text.

If you were to leave the house right now, would you change your outfit all? i wouldn’t need to, but i would.

When was the last time something really cute happened to you? last night.

Why aren’t you texting the last person you kissed? i am.

Has anything happened to you within the past month that’s made you really happy? i had a great birthday with the people that cared to celebrate it.

Do you want to see someone right now? no.

Did a boy or girl text message you last? Guy.

When was the last time something bothered you? today.

What was the last thing you looked up on Youtube? the way to recharge ac on my own for the car

Have you held hands with anyone in the past 24 hours? Nah but this week i will

Did the last guy/girl you kissed have any piercings? no he doesnt

What exactly did you drink the last time you were intoxicated? a lot of stuff lol.

Do you actually love your parents? my mom yes, not my dad.

Have you ever had a school picture turn out absolutely dreadful? no, but we never hard like official ones.

Are you more prone to being the social butterfly, or the wallflower? a mixture but definitely more towards wallflower.

Would you rather go to a Katy Perry or Taylor Swift concert? i dont know that id actively try to see either but probably swift.

Have you ever thrown up from working out? once

What pattern do the sheets on your bed have? its a white background with black polkadots.

Are your days full and fast-paced? half of the week my days are PACKED. the other half are slow thankfully

What languages can you count to ten or higher in? english, spanish, ASL.

Where did you get the underwear you are wearing right now? i think either amazon or like target.

Are you good with painting nails with your left hand? its ok.

Do you feel uncomfortable sharing drinks with other people? only a very, very, very small handful of people.

Have either of your grandparents ever told you a sexual joke? when my grandpa was alive and had pretty bad dementia, he would sometimes say things like that were MILD innuendos and never about his family but just like obscure. it was kinda funny.

Do you spend more time outside or inside? Inside.

Would you rather give up the computer or the TV? i guess computer sadly.

Do you own any fake designer purses? No.

Who was the last person you were with that smelled REALLY good? its been a litttle bit. i just love clean, clean, clean scents.

Do you think braces are sexy? lol no.

What were you for halloween in first grade? bumblebee. Last person to make you seriously mad? uhhhhh either K or mom Don’t you hate when people have cell phones but never answer them? No, no it doesnt bother me.

Who have you recently made up with after fighting? Z What kind of toothpaste do you use? i think colgate

Last thing you bought at the grocery store? uhhhh probably hair stuff.

What were you doing this morning at 1am? staring at my phone waiting for a response i would not get.

What could someone do to irritate you? say they love/care for me but then ignore me and make me feel worthless. SIMULTANEOUSLY

Have you used a tissue today? i did. multiple.

The last person that slept in your bed gets arrested, what do you do? i would probably be relieved tbh.

What color hair does your mom have? Black/silver

When people ask “how are you?” do you say “good” even if you aren’t? yep.

Honestly, did you really love the last person you said I love you to? more than he will ever grasp.

When was the last time you were told you were cute? last night

How was your Friday? lovely.

When is the last time you were in a swimming pool? like the 26th of june.

Did you speak to your father today? no, ive not spoken to him since i had to text him and say that his grandson was born.

What was the last thing you drank? lemonade vitarain

Is there anyone you want to come see you? up until last night i would have screamed yes to this. i think right now, i would say forget it. i need my life to look different

How did you wake up this morning? i just woke up organically.

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shycoconutt · 3 years

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I Need You (Kakashi x Reader Smut)

A/n: Oh boy do I got some smutty smut for you. This is my first time writing smut and I think I did okay! Please let me know what you think and, as always, feel free to send some requests my way! 🤍

Summary: You find yourself unbelievably horny waiting for Kakashi to get home from work. The night goes exactly as planned.

Word Count: 4200

Warnings: NSFW ( minors, there's the door -> 🚪), fem!reader, vaginal sex, rough sex, doggy style, cunnilingus

Gods, why am I so horny?

Sat in the reading chair in the corner of your and Kakashi’s bedroom, you find yourself unable to focus on the new novel you picked up at the bookstore this morning. Each time you try to focus on the words in front of you, your eyes start to drift off the page and fall on your bed across the room. The bed where Kakashi and you have had sex now maybe a dozen times. You two have been platonic partners for years, but it wasn’t until recently where you both allowed your feelings to blossom into romance. Some would say that your relationship with Kakashi came on fast, but those who say that don’t truly know either of you.

After the war, and after keeping your feelings for each other bottled down for years, Kakashi took you on a vacation to a quaint village on the outskirts of Konoha. During your stay, you two could finally relax and find comfort in each other. The future seemed less uncertain, and you allowed yourself to open up in ways you never had before. You both knew you loved each other, that you were meant for each other, but the stress of war and the lack of knowledge that either of you would come out alive prevented anything from happening. The last thing either of you wanted to do was take the other’s heart six feet under.

It was the third night on the trip when he proposed to you. Kakashi and you were naked together in the natural hot spring, embracing each other in the water. The words he spoke to you that night are etched in your brain, never to be forgotten.

“My whole life I’ve been fighting; fighting for Konoha, fighting for my team, fighting for our friends, fighting my demons, fighting the truth, and fighting the feelings I have for you. I never understood why it was so hard to escape you, but it isn’t until now where I finally understand. Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever had to do. Our love is so natural, so pure. It pains me to know that our reality has muddled it for so long. You are the best thing that’s ever come into my life, and the gods only know how thankful I am that you have been by my side through it all. Everything I’ve ever gone through, every challenge I’ve had to overcome, you’ve guided me along the way. I used to think I was undeserving of your love, but now that we both are standing here, bruised and battered by our past, I realize that it was always supposed to be this way. You and me. Forever.”

That was the night you and Kakashi shared your first kiss. The night you first held each other in a naked embrace. The night you touched the skin normally concealed under each other's clothes. The night you trailed kisses down his chest, to his stomach, his hip, and up his shaft. The night you grabbed him in your hand and stroked him while looking into his eyes. The night you felt his tongue draw across your nipples. The night you felt him suck and nibble at your neck. The night you felt his fingers, god his fingers, trace up your wet heat to rub onto your most sensitive spot. The night he held onto your hip and slid into your tenderness. The night you whispered sweet nothings in each other's ears while he pumped into you. The night you made love, four times.

It’s been a week since your mini-vacation of ultimate bliss. Immediately after arriving back to the village, you both moved out of your individual apartments and moved into the Hatake estate, per Kakashi’s request. When you asked him if this is truly what he wanted, he assured you that this was the place he wanted to make a home with you and your future children. He also liked that the estate is largely removed from the Hokage tower, where he will be spending the majority of his time in the future. Renovations are far from over, but your bedroom was the first area of the house to be set up. It’s your shared sanctuary, and to be completely honest, you’ve never felt more at home.

The only word to describe this week between you and Kakashi is passionate. Even with opposite schedules, you both make time for one another every day. You’ve been insanely busy at your new job that you acquired post-war, spearheading the mental health resource center for war veterans and shinobi still in active duty. Kakashi is busy shadowing Tsunade while she sorts out post-war rehabilitation plans for the village. This is your first day off and, unfortunately, Kakashi is out doing future Hokage duties. Though frustrating, both of you are super understanding of each other's roles in this village and you respect that time with each other may be limited in the coming years. That’s why any chance you get, you both check in on each other throughout your day. Whether it’s offering to take his ninken on a walk while he’s in the office, or him bringing you breakfast when you get to work, you find opportunities to be present in each other’s daily lives.

The evenings, however, are a whole other story. Both of you are usually home a little after eight, and you’ve adapted to having late dinners with each other. After cleaning up, the rest of the evening is spent wrapped up in each other. One thing you weren’t expecting about being with Kakashi is that he is constantly touching you when you are alone together. His hands are either on your thighs, wrapped in your hair, caressing your face, squeezing your arms, massaging your shoulders, touching your lips, or any other way he can get them on you. You crave his touch, so to say that you enjoy this side of him is an understatement. Not only does Kakashi adore touching you, he also adores being touched.

Touching leads to caressing, caressing leads to groping, and groping leads to passionate lovemaking.

Well, geez (y/n), maybe if you stopped daydreaming about Kakashi’s hands all over you then you wouldn’t be this goddamn horny.

Here’s the thing with you and Kakashi’s newfound sex life. You are in the early stages. All the sex you have is all about romance, making up for the lost time, and finally expressing your feelings with your body. It’s amazing and you wouldn’t change your lovemaking for the world.

But right now, you don’t desire lovemaking. You desire rough, animalistic, dirty, dirty sex.

The kind of sex that makes you shudder in desire and fear.

The kind of sex that makes in between your legs sore the next day.

Realizing you’ve been daydreaming for the past fifteen minutes, you close your novel shut and toss it aside. You look over at the clock on your nightstand to find that it’s almost time for Kakashi to be home. Usually, you would already be cooking something up for dinner, but you have a feeling that any food you make would just get cold. Eating is not your priority right now, Kakashi is.

A devious smile forms at your lips when you consider what you plan on doing with him when he walks through the front door. Should you take him right there? Get down on your knees and beg for him? Run a warm, candle-lit bath? Put whip cream on your tits and tell him that you’re his dinner? All great options, but none are really representative of how much you need him.

In one swift movement, you are up off your chair and running towards your closet. He could be here any minute and there’s no time to waste. Once there, you take in how disorganized your closet is. You have yet to unpack any of your clothes, as all you’ve worn the past week is your jonin uniform and your pajamas. Rummaging through the boxes sprawled out on the floor, you finally find which box you are looking for. The box looks like any other box, but written on the side in marker is the word intimates.

Bingo.

One might think you are a sex fiend with all the lingerie you own, but that is far from reality. The truth is, lingerie has always made you feel sexy. Most of all, it’s just so pretty. You love the power it gives you. You love the fact that no one knows that some days you are wearing the world’s skimpiest lingerie underneath your uniform. It’s like you have an edge on someone that they don't even realize. Also, when you did happen to end up in bed with a man, you were over-prepared. The look on their faces when you stripped off your clothes was priceless. It was your way of telling them that you expected them to want you.

There are way too many options to choose from, and you find yourself starting to panic as time passes on. You know you’re overthinking this as, honestly, Kakashi would love anything you put on. Some things you know about Kakashi are that his favorite color is blue, he loves your thighs and is obsessed with how soft your skin is. Therefore, you should obviously go for the baby blue lace and silk set. It includes a lace balconette bra, a thong connected to thigh garters, and a silk robe to go over the top. After putting it on and taking a look at yourself in the mirror, you knew you made the right choice.

Before finding a comfortable spot on the bed, you quickly grab some baby oil and rub it all over your body. The oil will allow Kakashi to slide his hands all over you effortlessly, which is exactly what you need. Satisfied, you grab your book and lay on top of your made bed. You weren’t planning on actually reading, but you think your casualness while wearing such a sexy outfit will have Kakashi’s head spinning.

So there you were, belly down, ass out, feet intertwined, book in hand, when you heard the lock click and the front door open. Perfect timing.

You could hear Kakashi kick off his shoes and take off his vest as he walked into your home. Usually, you would be standing in the kitchen where he would come and give you a warm embrace and kiss you until you told him that he has to eat dinner. But, you're not there, and you can sense his confusion.

“Where’s my babygirl?” Kakashi’s voice projects throughout the house, a hint of concern in his voice. You smile at the thought of the pout that’s probably on his face right now.

“Sorry sweetheart, I’ve been caught up in my new book. I’m in the bedroom,” you call back to him.

You hear what sounds like a sigh of relief as his footsteps make their way down your hallway in the direction of your bedroom, the sounds of pieces of his uniform dropping off of him every few steps. You make sure to keep your head turned to the door so you can take in his reaction to your state.

“Oh, the new book you got this morning? How is it? Let me guess, you already finished-”

An indescribable feeling shoots through your whole body as Kakashi enters your bedroom. He just finished pulling his mask down his face, as his hand is still caught to the fabric pooling around his neck. With a smile on your face, you soak in his expression as he’s stood in the entrance of your room, a deep blush forming on his cheeks and his mouth still agape in mid-sentence. His eyes dart back and forth from your face to the bottom of your ass that’s hanging out of your silk robe.

Damn, you really did that (y/n).

“What’s wrong, Kashi?” You say in the most innocent voice you can muster. You bat your eyelashes and flip over to sit up so he can get a good look at you. You let your book drop off the bed and land on the floor.

There’s another pause before Kakashi slowly walks towards you on the bed. Without speaking, he reaches a hand out to you. You take it and he pulls you up so you're kneeling on the bed as he stands in front of you. His dark eyes bore into yours as both of his hands drop to your thighs. Slowly, he grazes them up over your hips, your waist, up the sides of your breasts, to wrap around the back of your neck. You can feel the hairs on your skin stand in anticipation. With his hands still wrapped around you, he brings his head down to you and grazes his mouth on your jawline. From there he plants small kisses up the side of your face until he reaches your ear where he nibbles before speaking to you in a strained, low tone.

“You’re a very dangerous woman, (y/n).”

He must have felt you shudder because you could feel him smile against your cheek. Standing up straight again, Kakashi’s hands drop to the tie of your robe around your waist.

“May I?” he asks, giving you the sexiest look you’ve ever seen. Kakashi has been so effortlessly attractive since you met when you were young. Having these intimate moments with him almost seems surreal.

“Of course, Hatake,” you smile up at him.

Taking the tie in his hands, he starts to unravel the knot keeping your robe together. Once loose, he lets it fall over your shoulders and off your body completely.

After a few moments taking in the sight of you, Kakashi lets out a deep sigh and shakes his head.

“You’re so out of my league,” he confesses to you.

You let out a small giggle.

“Absolutely not,” you protest.

Without missing a beat, Kakashi grabs on to you and tosses you back on the bed so you are laying down underneath him. One of his hands wraps around the back of your head while the other cups your breast. Pulling the fabric of your bra down, he kneads your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. One of his knees lands in between your legs and he brings it up to press on to you. You can’t help the moan that escapes as you feel him all around you.

“So what’s the deal?” Kakashi teases. “I leave you alone in the house for one day and I come back to this?” He looks down at your body and back up again. “Where did you get this outfit, hm?”

“Oh baby,” you start teasing him back, “I guess one thing you don’t know about me yet is that I wear lingerie like this all the time.”

“Oh really?” he questions.

“Yep, all the time.” You smirk at what you’re about to say next. “Actually, remember that one time we were stationed together in the Earth country for a month for that S-rank assassination mission?”

Kakashi nods, confused where you’re going with this story.

“We let our guards down and almost hooked up the last night before we came back to the village.”

“I remember.”

“Well,” you pause for effect, “guess what I was wearing underneath my uniform that night?”

Kakashi remains silent, brows furrowed waiting for you. You smile at him deviously as you say your answer.

“This.”

Kakashi lets out what can only be described as an aroused, defeated groan when you utter your confession. He quickly comes back down and your mouths crash together in a heated frenzy. It isn’t until now when you realize that his bulge is hard against your leg, asking to be broken free from the confinement of his pants. While making out, you reach down and slip your hand under his waistband and grab onto his throbbing cock, stroking it in your hand. Although rock hard, the skin of his cock is soft and velvety.

Kakashi moans in your mouth when you make contact with him, but quickly escapes your grasp and gets up off of you. Sprawled out on the bed, you watch him strip down naked in front of you, starting with his shirt, then his pants and briefs. His body is truly something to marvel at, as decades of being a ninja have carved his body into perfection. You love the way his member slaps against his lower stomach when he pulls it from its confinement, excited and eager for you. He stands for a moment, contemplating what to do with you.

“I don’t want to take that pretty outfit off of you just yet. I guess I’ll just have to work around it for now,” Kakashi says as he stands at the end of the bed. Grabbing your ankles, he pulls you towards him and bends your legs upward until your knees meet your chest. Holding both of your legs up with one hand, he takes the other and spanks your ass cheek with a loud slap. You whimper from the sting while he rubs the mark he left. Kakashi sucks in another loud breath.

“Ugh, (y/n), you look so good for me.”

Before you can respond, Kakashi takes your thong and slides it over so you are exposed to him. Getting down on his knees, he brings his face to your glistening cunt and flattens his tongue against it. There he gives you one long lick up your slit to taste you. A moan erupts from him as your wetness meets his taste buds.

“You’re already so wet for me baby,” Kakashi breathes before going in to suck on you.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” you confess through your moans. “I only get this wet for you.”

“That’s because you're mine and mine only.”

Kakashi takes his time with you, almost as if this is his last meal on earth and he wants to savor it. He’s delicate in some moments and fierce in others. Incorporating his fingers, he slides them into you and curves them up to hit your g-spot repeatedly while eating you. Your hand instinctively cradles his face while the other intertwines with his silver locks. You start to feel tightness in your lower stomach as he brings you close to climax. The sound of his moans muffled inside you is enough to send you over the edge.

“Kakashi, baby, I’m gonna-”

“Come for me, baby,” Kakashi nods, giving you permission to let go.

Letting go of Kakashi, you grip onto the sheets around you, feeling the tightness build and drop out of you. Closing your eyes, the waves of ecstasy ripple throughout your body causing you to scream out in pleasure. Riding with you, Kakashi slowly continues to work you through your climax, cleaning up whatever juices spill over.

“Good girl,” He says to you while bringing your legs back down onto the bed. Slowly, he kisses up your thighs while hooking onto your thong, bringing it down off of them. While he does this, you reach around and unclasp your bra, throwing it aside. Once the thong is thrown aside as well, Kakashi lifts himself off the floor and flips you over so you're laying on your stomach, another smack landing on your ass cheek. The high from your orgasm is immediately replaced with anticipation for what he plans on doing to you next.

You feel Kakashi’s naked body slide on top of you until he's flush against your skin, his body completely enveloping yours. Once his face is level with yours, and his cock is hard against your backside, he brushes your hair away from your face.

“Are you ready for me?” Kakashi whispers into your ear.

You nod into the mattress, chest rising and falling with every strained breath.

“You need to use your words, (y/n),” Kakashi scolds you while tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I need you, Kakashi. Please, I need you.” Your words come out as a plea, not being able to take his absence any longer.

You feel Kakashi’s weight lift off of you as he reaches around your waist and lifts it up so your ass is tilted upwards. From there you can feel him position his tip at your entrance, slowly rubbing it up and down to spread your wetness.

“Please, Kashi, I need your cock inside me,” you beg.

Without further hesitation, you feel every inch of him slide into your folds until he’s bottomed out inside you. The feeling of him deep within you sends you into euphoria and you can feel yourself tighten around him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Kakashi whispers.

Starting off slow, he pumps into you with control. You feel pleasure and pain as Kakashi kisses your neck while grabbing onto your hair. After each thrust you feel him going faster and harder, your bodies smacking against each other. To gain more leverage, he lifts off of you and brings you up onto your hands and knees. With his hand gripping your shoulder, he pumps into you with ferocity.

“For years I’ve touched myself thinking about getting to fuck you like this baby. You’re so beautiful and so good to me. Everything about your body draws me to you,” Kakashi says in between moans. You feel him start to twitch inside you, his thrusts getting more out of control. You look over your shoulder and meet his gaze.

“We deserve this baby. You deserve this. Give me everything.” You both know your words mean more than just sex, and Kakashi relishes them.

Lifting you up by your neck, Kakashi brings you toward him so you're both kneeling while he continues thrusting inside of you. He brings one hand around your front to circle your clit and the other cups your breast. Your hands lift up behind you to grab onto his face. Turning your head to him, you kiss him with every ounce of passion you have left. This new position is hitting you at your core and you can feel yourself tighten again. Kakashi must have felt it too, as he broke free from your mouth to tilt his head back in pleasure. Without exchanging words, you know you both are at your limit.

With a few last staggering thrusts, both of you reach climax in unison. Feeling yourself go limp, Kakashi wraps his arms around you to keep you steady. You feel streams of his hot semen pool inside of your contracting walls. With Kakashi’s moans singing in your ear, you can’t help but smirk at his vulnerability. With him still inside, you hold onto each other, trying to catch your breaths. After a few beats, you both begin to laugh at your exasperated states.

“Stay here, I’m going to get a towel,” Kakashi says while shifting out of you. After pulling a towel from the cupboard in your bathroom, Kakashi brings it to you and cleans up between your legs. Before you have time to move, Kakashi picks you up bridal style and spins you around in his arms.

You scream and start to laugh as he plants kisses all over your face. “Kakashi!”

“Hm?” he hums in your ear, pretending he didn’t just lift you with little to no effort.

Holding you up with one arm, he grabs a blanket off the bed and carries you to the chair in the corner of your room. There he sits down and places you sideways on his lap so you’re facing each other. He then takes the blanket and wraps it around you both so you can stay warm while cuddling each other. Kakashi has always had a knack for knowing exactly what you want at any given moment.

“I thought we could get some inspiration for our next round,” Kakashi says with a smirk as he pulls out a copy of Icha Icha Tactics from underneath the cushion.

“What? How did that get there?” you laugh.

“Oh, I have multiple copies of these everywhere,” he jokes, waving the book in the air.

You laugh and lightly hit his chest. Tucking the blanket up closer to your face, you lay your head down on Kakashi’s shoulder while he flips open to a page in the book.

Before he starts to read to you, Kakashi lifts your chin to kiss you. Every time your lips touch his, flashes of your joint past enters your mind. Although it was hard, and you faced many difficult trials on the way, you are forever thankful that you were both able to live long enough to experience these moments. You took care of each other, lifted each other up when they were in the dirt, and now you can finally share the love you’ve always held for each other. You wouldn’t change any of it. After your kiss, before pulling away from you, Kakashi looks deep into your eyes.

“I love you, (y/n).”

You smile up at him, tears brimming in your eyes.

“I love you too, Kakashi. Forever.”

A/n cont.: Well, whattdaya think? :)

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Hi again. I don’t know if you do requests but I have one for a c!quackity x !reader. Quackity hired y/n to run a casino and she did so well he gave her some……time together. Anyway. If you don’t take requests this is just an idea ok byeee (I was listening to ‘greedy’ by or3o and that idea popped into my head…ok byeee)

love that song bro, solid choice

Greedy (C!Quackity X Reader)

When Quackity had asked you to come work at his casino, you had jumped at the opportunity.

With the amount of border changes, countries rising and falling, and just plain out wars, it was hard to keep a stable source of income - much less a secure place to live. You had been hearing about Quackity's latest project through the grapevine for a while - and it seemed pretty legit - so it was needless to say that you were happy he had thought to reach out.

You were going from living paycheck to paycheck to a full salary with loads of benefits. You would get a place in Las Nevadas all to yourself, free access to any of the attractions... hell, he was even offering you dental. The only downside was the job itself.

You really didn't want to be working the stripper pole.

It wasn't the physical activity that was off-putting (you were more than capable of swinging yourself around for a couple hours - long nights on the battlefield had you in top physical condition). It was the showing off that made you hesitant at first. You weren't quite used to tight glittery outfits and sexy dance routines... and you weren't sure you would be any good, seeing how nervous you were.

Or at least you had thought.

Turns out, you were a natural.

Maybe it was because most of the patrons of the casino were people you knew (it was much easier to shake your ass in front of Sapnap and Punz than complete strangers), or maybe it was because of the drinks that people kept buying you, but a few hours into your shift, you were spinning around the pole like you owned the place.

You slid down to the floor of the stage, kneeling so that you were right in front of HBomb. He wolf whistled as you leaned forward, snatching his drink off the stage where he had set it down and pouring the rest of it down your throat. Giving him a sultry smile, you handed back the empty glass.

HBomb took it from you, setting it back down to lean on the stage again, face to face with you. "What's somebody like you doing in a place like this, huh?" He asked, a teasing lilt to his voice.

"Just trying to make ends meet." You replied, returning the joking energy. "Did you know he offered me dental for this job?"

HBomb's eyebrows lifted. "You don't say." He mused, setting a hand down slightly overtop yours and running his fingertips along your knuckles. "You wouldn't happen to be busy... at the moment, would you?"

You were about to reply when you felt eyes on you, and instead you turned, peering through the semi-darkness of the casino around you. On the other end of the stage, Quackity leaned against the wall of the casino, a cigarette dangling between his lips as he stared you down.

It was obvious that he wanted something.

Leaning back onto your heels you simpered as HBomb. "Sorry H, I'm working." You said, wrapping your hands around the pole and pulling yourself back up to your feet. "Maybe another time."

You took another turn around the pole before you slid off the stage, making your way towards Quackity. A haze of cigarette smoke hovered around his head, and he let out another puff of smoke as you came to a stop beside him, joining him in leaning against the wall.

He hummed, holding out the cigarette to you. "Want a drag?"

"Sure." You took it from him, bringing it to your lips and inhaling, letting the smoke fill your lungs. Exhaling, you handed it back to him and watched as he did the same.

"You're doing pretty well up there. Especially for your first night."

"Thanks boss." You grinned. "It's not nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be."

Quackity cracked a grin as well. "You're a natural - everybody's eyes have been on you all night."

"Everyones?" You needled, taking the cigarette back from him to steal another puff.

Quackity rolled his eyes. "You know what I meant."

"No shame in it." You pressed on, handing the cigarette back to him. "If it makes you feel any better, I think you're plenty sexy too."

Quackity tucked the cigarette back between his lips, sighing exasperatedly. "Do you mind if I grab you after your shift?" He asked. "I wanted to talk about those benefits."

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Which is how you found yourself riding Quackity in one of the leather armchairs scattered around the casino after he had closed down for the night, panting as he bucked his hips up into yours.

You hadn't thought for a minute that he'd actually wanted to talk about work benefits - of course not. But this wasn't exactly what you'd pictured either.

For one, you hadn't actually thought he'd be good.

But here he was, one hand gripping your hip so hard you thought it might bruise, and the other slung over the back of the chair, holding on as he met every roll of your hips with a thrust of his own, sending little shocks of pleasure through you each time your skin met.

You reached forward to fist a hand in his hair, bringing his mouth to yours to press your lips together in a wet kiss. Quackity reciprocated eagerly, sliding his tongue into your mouth as soon as you brought your lips together.

When you broke apart, he didn't go far, nosing at the side of your neck. It wasn't too long before you felt the sting of a love bite, and you gasped out at the feeling. "Don't- people are going to think I'm a whore-"

"Good." Quackity said, leaving another mark even higher up your neck. "That's what I hired you for."

Pulling his head away from your neck, you pushed him back into the chair, leaning down to return the favor and litter little marks across his collarbones. He didn't seem to mind though, taking the opportunity to reach down behind you and grab a handful of your ass, squeezing.

You shifted, resting your arms on the back of the chair and just taking a moment to look down at the man beneath you. Quackity was completely relaxed - eyes half-lidded and fixed on the point where your skin met his, watching you bounce up and down on his cock as he thrusted up to meet you each time. He looked like a king lounging on a throne.

The sight was enough to make you come, your orgasm shuddering through you.

"Oh fuck-"

It was only a few seconds before Quackity was following you over the edge, curling forward to press his face into your shoulder. You sunk back into the chair together in a boneless heap, a slight sheen of sweat on your skin as you took a moment to just catch your breath, feeling Quackity's chest rise and fall underneath your own.

It was you who broke the moment of silence. "So, is that going to be part of my work benefits?"

Quackity carded a hand through his hair, a slow grin stretching over his face. "Well would you rather have that or dental?"

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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backstage ~ pete davidson

word count: 1960

request?: yes!

“Can you do a Pete Davidson smut on the set of SNL”

description: in which a backstage tour turns into something a little more

pairing: pete davidson x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

masterlist (one, two)

“And this is the writer’s room,” Pete said as he led me into a room with a large desk surrounded by multiple chairs. “This is where we come up with the skits and the jokes. There’s John, being the loner he is.”

“You say that like it’s a joke but you’re my best friend so what does that say about you?” John asked, not looking up from his laptop.

Pete chuckled and wrapped an arm around my waist. “Moving on - ”

“Hold on!” I cut him off. “We are not just sweeping past John Mulaney like that. You know how much I love him.”

This made the older comedian look up from his laptop and smile at me. “Oh, I like this girl. She’s got good taste.”

Pete rolled his eyes at the two of us. “You can come back and talk to John before we start filming. This is a big set and I told you I’d show you all of it.”

I playfully pouted at him before waving goodbye to John and continuing to follow Pete through the unfamiliar building.

Pete had been dying to give me a tour of the SNL backstage basically since we had started dating. Our schedules never lined up enough to be able to, but I had finally managed to get a full weekend off and Pete decided to take advantage of that.

The set was much larger than I thought, with every castmate having their own dressing rooms, plus special rooms for the hosts and musical guests. So many rooms for writing and editing, and the massive set where everything was filmed, usually in front of an audience. I didn’t understand how Pete didn’t get lost every day, even if he was familiar with the place.

“And finally,” he said once we neared the end of his tour, “my home away from home.”

He pushed open the door with his name written on a wooden plaque. The room definitely screamed “Pete”. Besides the smell of weed smoke that seemed to linger no matter how long Pete wasn’t there, the room was also littered with little things he liked to have with him at all times: pictures of his dad, his mom, the two of us, little gifts I had always given him for every season premiere, little things from his other friends.

There was a comfortable looking couch along the wall that was begging for me to lay down on it. I sighed in relief the moment my back touched the couch, my legs and feet aching from the heels I decided to wear.

Pete chuckled at my reaction. “I told you to wear something comfortable.”

“And I told you I wanted to make a good impression on your co-stars, which includes a nice outfit.”

I had decided on a long sleeved white shirt and a short, plaid skirt to wear on set, with a pair of black booties that were nice when I put them on, but now that I had been walking around in them for almost an hour I was regretting my wardrobe choices.

Pete smiled and came to lay down on the couch on top of me, his legs between mine and his hands on either side of my head. “Baby, you could wear a garbage bag and everyone here would still be impressed by you.”

“Well, I’ll do that next time then.”

He chuckled and lowered himself so he was kissing me. It was a quick kiss on my lips before he dipped his head to kiss my neck. I giggled as the slight stubble he was starting to grow tickled my neck, followed by a moan as he found the spot on my neck that always drove me wild.

“The skirt does give me some easy access, though,” he mumbled against my neck as one of his hands traced up my bare leg and dipped under my skirt. I gasped as he ran a finger over my clothed clit - or, just barley clothed as I was wearing a G-string. “God, baby, I’ve barley touched you and you’re already soaking wet.”

I moaned as his finger slipped under my G-string and inside of me. He was quick to cover my mouth, a cheeky grin on his face at my reaction.

“You have to be quiet, baby,” he said. “Anyone could come catch us at any time.”

I bit my lip to try and keep quiet as his finger slid in and out of me, first at a slow pace. My moans came out as squeaks and whimpers of pleasure as his pace began to pick up and he slipped another finger into me. I was basically writhing underneath him, which I could tell he was taking a lot of pleasure in.

With two of his fingers in me, he pressed his thumb against my clit and began to rub painfully slow circles, causing my body to arch against him. It was becoming harder to hold back my moans and I had to cover my own mouth with my hand.

“God, this is so fucking dirty,” Pete commented. “Finger fucking my beautiful girl on the couch of my dressing room? Where all my co-workers come in and hang out with me? Man, I’ll never be able to look at this couch the same.”

“It’ll be a nice memory of me,” I said, trying my best to smile up at him but another whimper being let out instead.

“I’ll never not think of you when I’m in this room again,” he confirmed, lowering himself to kiss my neck again.

I was already nearing my climax when Pete’s fingers were removed from my wet core. I looked up at him with puppy dog eyes and my lips pouting. He brought his wet fingers to his lips and took them in his mouth.

“Fuck,” I breathed. I didn’t think it were possible, but I managed to become even more wet at the sight.

“Flip over on your hands and knees baby,” he told me.

I excitedly did as he told me, spinning to be back on to him on my hands and knees. I started reaching for my panties to take them off, but his hand caught hold of my wrists before I could.

“Leave them on,” he said. “I think it’ll be extra hot to fuck you with your skirt and panties still on.”

I nodded excitedly and got back into my position. Pete stood for just a moment, long enough to undo his jeans and let them, and his underwear, fall to the floor. My heart was racing as I felt the couch dip behind me again and Pete pulling my panties to the side as he lined his head up with my entrance.

As he pushed himself inside of me ever so slowly, his other hand came to rest on my back, pushing me down till my head was buried in the couch cushions.

“Best way to keep you quiet,” he said. “I don’t intend to go easy on you.”

“I don’t want you to go easy on me,” I responded.

I looked over my shoulder to see the smile on Pete’s face. He took hold of my waist with both hands and started to thrust slow at first, making sure I was comfortable and fully stretched around him. Once he was sure I was okay, his thrusts gradually got quicker and rougher until he was pounding me so hard that the only sounds in the room were that of skin slapping against skin.

I buried my face in the couch again, trying my best the muffle the moans that were basically turning to screams of pleasure. However this process was basically moot as the sound of our skin slapping against each other and Pete’s own moans and groans of pleasure would definitely alert any passersby of our activities.

Being adventurous with our sex was definitely nothing new to Pete and I. Whenever one of us was in the mood, we’d initiate it wherever we wanted. In bathrooms, fitting rooms, in the back of his car, wherever we could get some form of privacy while also being a little too out in public.

But there was just something different about having him rail me in his dressing room mere minutes before he was set to go live. At any moment someone could walk past, or one of the producers could come knock on the door. Or, heaven forbid if he didn’t lock the door, someone could just walk in and catch the two of us. All of that just made our secret rendezvous a little more naughty and sexy. While I didn’t want to be caught by any means, the thought that it would be so easy to be caught drove me wild.

Pete’s thrusts became so rough that I could hear the couch legs scraping across the floor as it moved. My legs were already feeling like jelly and I had a feeling I was going to have trouble walking to set with Pete when this was over.

His hand ran up my back and through my hair before giving my head a rough tug back. I yelped at the sudden pain that I felt in my head before it dissolved into a moan. Pete pulled me back till my back was against his chest and leaned in close to my ear.

“You feel so good,” he breathed into my ear. “God, even after all this time, you’re still so tight around me.”

“You keep talking like that and I’ll cum around your cock in no time.”

The hand in my hair crept around my front to grab me by the throat. “You say that as if it’s not what I wanted.”

His other hand slipped between my legs and began rubbing at my clit, causing all sorts of pleasure to run through me. My body started to tremble as I felt myself nearing my climax. The hand around my throat squeezed slightly as I let out a cry of pleasure, my walls tightening around him.

Pete grunted in my ear a few more times before I felt him filling me up as well. I took a deep breath in when he let go of my throat, although my head was still spinning.

Pete pulled out of me just in time for a knock to come on his door. “Give me a second!”

He quickly pulled his pants and boxers back on as I adjusted my skirt and panties. Although I was sure whoever was at the door wouldn’t notice the wet spot that had suddenly appeared on the couch, I still decided to cover it with a pillow just in case.

One of the producers was stood at the door. “Hey, I just wanted to let you know that we’re starting in roughly five minutes!”

“Thanks, I’ll be there soon,” Pete responded. He shut the door and looked back at me. His eyes travelled down to my legs as an amused look crossed his face. “You got something on your leg there hun.”

I looked down to see a single string of warm liquid running down my inner thigh. “Oh fuck.”

I reached for a tissue but Pete stopped me. “Wait, don’t clean it yet. I’d love to know you’re in the audience watching me with my cum running down your legs.”

“Okay, that’s hot, but I don’t want your co-workers thinking I peed myself or something.”

“I’ll tell them the truth if you want.”

I rolled my eyes and shoved him towards the door. “Go to set! Let me clean up. I’m sure there’s more there that can fulfil this fantasy you have.”

Pete smiled down and gave me one last kiss before rushing to set.

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