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rookiesbookies · 3 months

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Inspired by my lovely mutual @shotmrmiller and a second submission to #Soapitup (im summonimg you again @glitterypirateduck ). Im actually going to name this one and it’s called:

A doll and his loser.

Its loser!reader x sex doll!Reboot!Soap

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Especially let me know if you want part two

Fic under the cut as always.

Edit: im incredibly dyslexic im so sorry for typos

When the line of 141 sex dolls, which were based on random men she had never heard of who seemed just magically created for this line, showed in a sketching email in her inbox, she must have been truly weak that night. She had been incredibly drunk and disappointed by a man who just didn’t even bother to bring her pleasure. So of course she ordered the sketchy, ‘satisfaction guaranteed’ doll. There were choices, quite a few actually. But it was the beefy Scottsman that stood out against the rest, she couldn’t tell you why. Maybe it was his soft face, his muscles, or maybe the outfit he came with, it could even be his hair. Sure there was a photo of what his cock looked like on the sight, a normal length with a great amount of girth, but she wasn’t too picky.

She had completely forgotten about the lifelike sex doll she ordered, she learned was named ‘Johnny’ until the giant box that weighed more than she did sat on her doorstep. She quickly shoved the package marked ‘fragile’ in her door. The gibberish language on the side of the box wasn’t one she recognized, she realized as she struggled to get the box in. She gently put the box on its side before grabbing a butter knife from her kitchen.

When she got the sides of the box open she saw his face. So much softer in person, with his long lashes and plush cheeks. She traced her thumb over his cheek and over his lips before his eyes gently fluttered open at her touch. He seemed almost surprised before his eyes relaxed. It must be the personality software? It did say something about that. His eyes a crazy blue, the kind that looks like the ocean meeting the sky, they were so glossy and sweet, they seemed, truthfully, real. She brushed it off, its just a doll, this was a high tech sex doll, at least that's what the marketing said.

He studied her features and watched to lean into her warm touch, but his rigid body wouldn’t allow it.

She did her best to get the heavy doll out of its box. Dragging it into her bedroom. Even his hair is life-like, which was crazy.

When she got him onto her bed she propped him up against the headboard of her bed, his eyes watching her every move as she walked back out to search for his manual.

“Stupid company didn’t even send me a manual.” She grumbled, a few things were written on the box.

‘Ejaculates like a real man!’ ‘Life-like groans!’ ‘Tease him to get him up!’ ‘Built like a real stallion!’ There was a forth thing that the words had pulled off of when she tore off the tape, now it was illegible but she saw it pointed to the lips, so she assumed they were ‘soft like a real man’s!’

He was almost static in whatever position she put him in, one of his arms hovering in the weird position she left it in.

He seemed almost too lifelike, the way his eyes watched her.

“What?” She asked, “you seem surprised.”

She was met with silence.

“Oh, who am I kidding, you’re a fucking doll. You’re not going to reply to me, this isn’t some X rated Toy Story movie.” She grumbled before her stomach grumbled back. So she left her doll man to get some food.

She cooked herself a quick meal then went to go shower, completely forgetting about the doll as she stripped until she noticed the large bump in his change.

“I didn’t realize stripping to shower meant teasing,” she thought out loud. “At least now I can check if you were marketed correctly.”

She gently undid the belt on the doll’s pants, which seemed like real high quality jeans a real person would wear, before undoing the button and the zipper. Sliding down the waistband of his underwear she noticed the monster.

Her eyes flew wide, “maybe I should ask for measurements next time,” she mumbled, she wanted to faint. “They didn’t tell me you had a horse cock, big guy,’ she chuckled to herself, his eyes almost looking prideful, pupils seeming larger with almost bedroom eyes. They must have some crazy tech.

“I must really be losing it, talking to myself,” she sighed.

She let her fingers gently graze his dick before she spit on her hand, she wrapped her fingers around his fat cock delicately, not reaching all the way around. She sighed before getting up to pull more lube from her night stand. One of her hands, now covered in lube, began to massage him while her other hand began to rub around her pussy.

She hummed, mumbling about how needy she was, how guys had disappointed her in the past, what she wanted. This went on for a few minutes until she was sure she was prepped, awkwardly climbing on top of her beefcake sex doll before lining him up with her hole and sinking down. His eyes rolled back but she didn’t notice because her’s did too.

“Oh fuck,” she mumbled almost pitifully, letting her head fall against his hairy chest, a tattoo of a Scottish flag pulled tight on one of his pecs. “I haven’t been filled like this in so long.”

She sat there and adjusted, hands balled into fists against the doll’s chest. A chest that felt so warm and inviting.

She slowly began to rock her hips, soft whimpers and moans falling from her lips that got louder as she began to bounce on him. She supported herself with one hand while the other was in her mouth to suffocate her louder moans. Her eyes teary from the girth of him.

The doll let out little groans and moans too that slipped from behind his sealed lips.

It wasn’t long before her tight walls began to flutter, he came almost instantly when they began to flutter, she gasped at the feeling but kept going until she reached her own peak. But it wasn’t quite enough, so she kept bouncing. He came faster and faster, cock starting to ache because of the bonnie lass that was riding it. With a cunt like that on him he couldn’t help but shoot hot, white spirts into her.

When she got off him, it slid down her inner thigh, she swiped it up and stuck it in her mouth which made him almost faint.

“Jeez, it tastes real too,” she said like a question before walking away.

She got a wash cloth she had been planning to use for a shower and cleaned up the dolly with gentle touches. She felt like she needed to treat him like a real man, he was so close it seemed. She zipped his pants back up and set him on the ground before putting a sleep mask over his eyes.

“Nothing personal, I just don’t know how to put you in sleep mode and I don’t want to accidentally turn your dick on again when I get out of the shower.” She said before hopping in the bathroom. Her pussy was sore to say the least, but the good kind, the kind that makes a girl feel well used and fulfilled, she did her best to get the most of that fake cum out of her cunt.

After she scrubbed herself clean of the day and of that fulfilling session with her doll she made her way back into her room and flopped on her bed before crashing and falling asleep.

She used him about every other day or so for the next couple weeks before she started ovulating. She was like a bitch in heat, her body couldn’t calm down. She was flushed and couldn’t stop. She had two days off from work and pulled Johnny from where he had been set on the chair, returning him to her bed. The weird doll must have realized something weird was happening because it- he- was immediately hard. She immediately got on too of him, she had tried other positions but cowgirl was just the easiest by far with Johnny. She immediately lubed herself and him up, pumping him twice to make sure he was fully hard before sliding on.

The broken moans that fell from her mouth were a chorus of angels singing in his ears.

“I feel like such a loser,” she whined, “talking to and fucking a sex doll instead of a real guy, i feel like a weirdo.”

She put her head to his chest with whimpers falling from her mouth. He had already cum, his noises turning to the broken ones they always did before he came, a nice audio cue for the doll to have.

“Just a little more, please,” she whined to her doll.

After she rode out her high she laid sprawled out against his chest.

“I wonder how you’d be im bed if you were real,” she asked no one in particular. She was so especially weak right now. Ovulation making her so needy and sad, she couldn’t help but place a gentle kiss to his stiff lips as she let her eyes flutter closed to take a breather before the horny took back over.

She didn’t feel his stiff body relax, she didn’t notice anything until his plastic-y fingers ran up and down her waist.

“You won’t have to wonder any more, bonnie lass.” His voice was a low grumble in here ear, his scottish accent loud and clear. “How do you want it, I’m going to take good care of you.”

Hope you have a wonderful day, lovely reader💜 you deserve it

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yandere-kokeshi · 9 months

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Yandere Ghost, König, and Soap reacting to their male darling having cock-piercings

Warnings: yandere behavior and NSFW

A/N: this idea came to me because of my lovely

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish:

Seeing your Jacob's ladder for the first time whilst giving you a BJ after coming home from a three-month mission.

Johnny finds your piercing both stunning and nerve-wrecking. He’s calling you a brave man, definitely takes a minute to take it in, as he can’t imagine the pain you went through to get it done.

He teases you. So much. He likes to pull your buttons, always making sure to kiss your piercing before deep-throating your entire cock — going deep, rolling his tongue over the cold bars until you beg him for a break. Though, we both know you enjoy it.

Johnny can feel your breathing slow — something he loves. Your legs are widened enough, he sunk to his knees as the sounds of your heaving breathing and gasping when he held your cock, words blowing hot air directly on your sensitive skin.

His fingers traced the amount of aligned bars, making you shutter. He looked up at you, his eyes a deeper, darker, and deceiving blue. Something lusting in the water. Those narrow eyes boreholes into your exposed body as he chuckled at the choice of jewelry color.

“When did ya’ get it?”

You laughed, scooting deeper into the sofa, “Got it before you left. Was going to surprise you… then… y’know.”

He hummed, watching how your cock pulsed against his watchful gaze. Before you know it, his head dipped down. Soap gripped your left thigh, holding it open as his tongue caressed your twitching flesh. The hot, wet muscle lapped hungrily. It flicked at your slit, before going down to your piercings — circling and outline the curves of the barbells.

Your legs trembled on either side of his head. His mouth working you open like that was enough to fog your mind entirely.

“You like that?” he cooed between the slurps of his mouth against you. “Oh, I bet you fuckin’ do.”

You nodded a little too eagerly. His voice was heavy and deep with a depraved need to dominate you. To sully your skin with his desire. You weren’t going to stop him.

Whimpering out, you tugged down at his hair, making him deepen his warmth. Your eyes easily rolled back into your head, leaning against the couch. It was safe to say, he was nowhere near done admiring your piercings.

König:

Finding out you have a magic cross as he unbuckles your pants, his dirty and teasing voice coming out as he comes back from a mission; clearly agitated.

Very intrigued with your piercing. He’s only seen images or videos with men having these painful shrewd done to their body; at best, König treats it pretty much like a gem, a statue made out of pure Gold.

Admires it a lot. He’s eager to know how more sensitive you are, especially where the piercings are placed. He’s prone to doing new things: new positions, researching on how to overstimulate you, and what works best. Though, don’t forget, he loves to tease.

“Let me, please—!”

“No,” he interrupted, his eyes staring at your piercing before peering up at you, his neutral scowl and deepening eyes sending chills down your skin. “Who did it?”

You shrug your shoulders, not clearly remembering your piercer. Who would? He growled at your answer before beginning to place a few kisses on the inside of your thighs, then biting down roughly – renewing his fading marks before moving down to your balls, licking along your raphe.

You let out a wail and threw your arms over your eyes. Your body was covered in a thin layer of sweat already. You dig your heels into his shoulders, begging without words for him to finally let you finish.

“König, would you—!”

His strong arms clamp down on your ankles and pull them down until your thighs are squished against him. König growled, a fair warning to knock it off.

You listened, but only gasped and felt the urge to clamp your knees shut as his fingers dipped down until they prodded at your puckered entrance — two thick fingers already slicked from sweat and a bit of lube. He started to stretch your hole.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of teasing, his mouth engulfed your cock — his soft tortuous tongue laps around the tip of your cock, circling around the barbells as he watches your face. After a few more circles, his tongue switches to flicking up and down.

His two strong fingers press upwards inside you, making small curls until he is able to hit the spot with every press up. The hand on your stomach pressed down even harder, and the fingers inside you pressed up, now directly pushing the spot inside you.

Your hand naturally went down and tugged at König’s hair, his blue-darkened eyes caught yours. He growled again, sending vibrations onto your sex. A high, needy moan slips from your lips as he deepened his groans, creating more vigorous vibrations on your cock.

His hold on your thighs tightens, his hands already creating bruises from his touchiness. Though, he released your cock with a pop! His fingers exciting your now-used hole and reached upwards to your pulsing chest.

Dark eyes caught yours. He grunted your name and you, heaving harshly, let out a whine at his painful torture as he restarted — all over again.

Clearly, with his look, he wasn’t going to let you finish anytime soon due to being a brat. And getting something without his permission.

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

Coming across your Reverse Prince Albert piercing after he decides on surprising you in the shower — right when he comes home from a long and grueling mission.

Not a stranger to piercings; finds it pretty impressive as well as unique. Before you know it, his hands are surrounding your cock; rubbing it in a way that’s devilish.

He knows how sensitive you already are — he does, and with this? He’s definitely using this as an advantage to touch you more. You’re testing his patience, aren’t you? He can’t wait to see how long he can tease you till tears come down.

It’s a slow act, really. At first, you didn’t know he was there. And next, you felt arms around your lower waist and a familiar presence that was too hard to ignore. Not with the automatic hard nudge of something hitting the back of your thigh.

“Seems like someone missed me,” you teased, feeling his fingers trail to your thighs then back upwards to your stomach. His head rests on the back of your neck, smelling your skin.

“When did ya’ get this?” Simon asks, peering over your head to look at your new piercing.

You let out a laugh before answering: “Got it a week after you left.”

He hummed, before starting to nip at your neck, sucking permanent marks as you lean back, moaning at the pressured water and his attacks. Though, you gazed down your legs, seeing Simon’s erect cock positioning right between your thighs, below your balls.

It’s ridiculous, no matter the times you two have had sex in the shower – especially after his missions, you find yourself always flustered. Ears feeling hot and cheeks warm like hell. You couldn’t stop peering down at his cock – huge in every sense, the shaft of it is thick and veiny. The tip of his cock is shiny from his pre-cum and the pressurized water.

You always loved to admire his cock, but it’s his turn now. To admire and worship your body like you’ve always done to him.

“Someone shy?” he teased, one of his hands staying on your waist as the other reached down to your own sex, positioning his fingers to trail up and down your erect cock. You shuddered when his thumb grazed against your tip, as well as the piercing.

He clicked his tongue, feeling you shutter. His tongue reconnects with your neck, sucking and pulling at your skin before he smooths his thumb over the head of your cock. You groan, eyelids fluttering closed as you lean back into him; feeling his own pulse between your slicked thighs.

A chuckle sounds above you, and you crane your neck to catch his eyes. “M’ gonna reward you.”

Before you could say anything, his hand engulfed your length – rubbing you up and down as his hand, that was originally on your hip, went up to your throat; gripping it as a way to deepen his attacks on your shoulders.

“Fuck—” you choke on your curse, thighs rattling against him as he circles your head slowly. It’s blissful, the sticky, warm cum that blooms out of your head makes him growl. You probably look ridiculous, eyes rolling in the back of your skull as you claw at his arm.

The already thin pink marks showing. But, it does little to phase the man.

“What a good boy,” he murmurs, continuing his assault on your flesh. You wanted to tell him to go faster, but you knew if you did so, he’d stop it. Teasing you. Calling you his whore. His slut to tame.

As if Ghost couldn’t handle it, the hand around your throat went back to your hip. His lips attached your neck as he started to slowly fuck your thighs. Simon suckled, kissed, and bit along your neck, guaranteeing to leave more as he promised.

You keened, arching your back and attempting to pull him in a kiss. His lips crashed against yours and his tongue pushed into your mouth.

“Imgonna- m’ cum!” you choke with each sudden movement, his hand quickening its pace. He shifts before long, his hips coming flush against yours before he nearly pulls out, only to slam right back into your used thighs.

Your fingernails sank deep into the curves of his bicep as the waves of bliss crash over you. You came in the shower, sending your own onto the floor as Ghost started to hit his hips faster and faster.

“Hah– Shit-” he slurs, his voice reaching your ears. Finally, he cums with a haggard moan, body trembling as his cock spurts between your thighs and now the floor – mixing with your own down the drain.

Neither of you moved for a while, basking in the initial afterglow, before Simon pulled out between your stained thighs. You whined out, before yelping out in surprise; getting hiked up onto his shoulders as he kneeled to the ground.

Obviously, his hunger wasn’t satisfied.

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auspicioustidings · 4 months

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For the 1k requests/suggestions:

Druid!Soap who's protected the lands faithfully and ferociously for years, and Reader, the nature god/goddess/diety/spirit of those lands, decides to reveal herself and reward him for it?

Could go in any direction you want, pure fluff or darker or smut or anything! Just the first idea I had

Ok so you know how you said it could be darker or smut? Got carried away with this one :') This is just feral PWP that was written in one sitting and Johnny is mean as shit in it so pls HEED THE CWs.

Foul Magic

Words: 2.8k

CWs: Non-con, heavy smut, threatened bestiality (sort of, it's a Druid-ey shapeshifting hybrid thing and I have no clue how to CW that)

He was your greatest protector, had been for a decade now. When John MacTavish had offered himself to your service he had been a reckless teen, already an expert at spilling blood. You were no Silvanus, only a simple forest spirit with your own forest to tend and a handful of followers amongst the bordering villages mainly made up of the hunters and foragers who benefited from your kindness.

“I will pledge myself tae ye for 10 years forest spirit” the young man had called out in the midst of the trees, “and in return I ask that once my service is complete ye reveal yourself tae me.”

It was a strange offer. You had never had anyone pledge themselves to you before. People left offerings certainly, made small shrines, but you had never had a sworn protector. A Druid, you thought, you could make him a Druid. You could finally test what your magic could really do.

Human lives were such short things that you didn't fully believe he would complete the 10 years. The life of a Druid was solitary and hard. He took to it with a violent fury that took your breath away. Never before had the soil been so sustained on the blood of those who sought to plunder its treasures without the proper respect. Every boon afforded him, John took and wielded as if born to hold such power.

He was magnificent. Bear like in his strength, wolf like in his ferocity, fox like in his cleverness. And all too soon the 10 years was up. You had made a deal and would have to hold to it if you wanted to keep him. And you did want to keep him. The thought of your Druid leaving your forest made the flowers wilt around you.

He strode into your Grove, a man now. He was broad and full of scars proving his devotion to your protection, his hair shaved in at the sides but left long in the middle with braids shot through. You were fascinated by how strong he had become, muscles functional and snuggled under a layer of fat as proof of your care for him, tartan fabric held to his body with only clever pleating and a belt.

“I have served faithfully for 10 years as was promised, I’ve come tae collect what I’m due.”

“And I hope in those 10 years you have enjoyed my patronage.”

He turned to see you, an ethereal thing made flesh for him. Fucking finally. He strode forward as your fond, soft smile turned to a look of fear, his hand bunching up in your hair and yanking you to look at him. You found that when you tried to shift to another form his magic, the magic you had given him, was weaving through yours to try and block you. The thought that you would be as helpless as some human maiden was horrifying.

“If ye had any sense at all, ye wouldnae have given me all yer power. Did ye really think I’d serve ye for ten years just tae look at ye?” he spat, venomous and unlike the Druid that had spoken worship on the wind to you all this time. “Fucked plenty of virgins in yer wee forest right under yer nose, had them gagging and crying, but none of them have satisfied what it is I really wanted. Been thinking about your tight wee nymph cunt being good and broken on my cock since I could use it, and I am a very patient man when it comes tae the things I want.”

You glowered at him, feeling your magic slide against the wall he had built and glancing off. He grinned an awful beastly grin and threw you to the floor, the slam of your knees on dirt unfamiliar and unpleasant.

“You cannot do this. Please John, see reason. You are a protector of this place!”

He laughed and circled you, putting a boot firmly to the centre of your back and kicking you down so your face landed in the soil.

“Aye, I was until today. 10 years was the agreement, and now I take payment. Arse up, present properly for yer protector, least ye could do after all this time.”

He surely couldn’t mean to mount you like some beast. The idea that he meant to violate you at all was already unthinkable, but to do it in such a violent and debased manner was unforgivable.

“You will not do this!”

You flared your power and he shoved it back, forcing it to act against you. He controlled it, the sickening pulse of your own magic being twisted as your body cracked and shifted. It was wrong, some half shift that felt unnatural. You heard the tear of the thin gossamer gown draped over you as something ripped through it. He laughed meanly and you howled in pain as you were grabbed by what you realised was a tail to force your hips up for him. He had done a disgusting thing with your magic, keeping you in your human form with the tail of your wolf form purely to torture you. It was forbidden to do such a thing, to create some new creature outside of nature in any way. You could feel hot tears spilling over as he wrapped the tail around his fist, pulling and twisting horribly.

“Ye going tae behave? Or dae ye need to find out what I can dae to my own form?”

The implication was horrible. You scrambled with a sob, bracing your knees and moving yourself to present the way he wanted you to.

“Aww, dinnae want a nice knot?” he said as he leaned over you, pressing his body to yours so his hot, wet breath was panting in your ear. “Maybe ye’d prefer something else.”

His foul magic invaded you again and you could see how your nails sharpened. Your hand barely started to shift into the paw of a snow leopard and you immediately started to plead. If he fucked you using that kind of cock you would surely be torn to shreds.

“P-please! Your cock! Just yours John, I want it.”

“Aye? I dinnae ken if I’m convinced. Maybe it’d be good to get my barbs in ye, fuck you bloody.”

“No please, it… it wouldn’t fill me properly if it wasn’t your human form. Wouldn’t be able to breed me like I want. Please fuck me with your cock John, I want it so badly” you sobbed, bile rising at your own words.

He laughed in dark delight, the hand gripping painfully at your tail letting go to plunge two fingers into you. It felt like you were being penetrated with a hot poker with how little warning he had given. You choked through breaths as your shape twisted back to yourself, tail painfully deforming and the formation of paws reversing.

“Good thing yer body is backing ye up. So fucking wet and messy already little slut, knew ye’d be drooling for my cock.”

He noticed how you were taking shuddering breaths, clearly fixating on a spot in the distance to try and dissociate. That wouldn’t do at all and he ripped apart what was left of the thin gossamer so he could bring his open palm hard to the meat of your ass. He knew by how you squealed that nobody had ever taken a hand to you before and it was delicious.

Breaking you was all he had ever wanted, it was all he thought about when his cock was deep inside some new needy cunt or tight arse or wet mouth. He hated how after they would try to keep him as if he was something to be owned by anyone else. He had lost count of the lives he had taken from losing his temper over it. But now that he had you crying in the dirt, pussy throbbing around his fingers, he wanted to savour it.

Your nails clawed at the ground and you tried to get onto your hands and crawl forward when his fingers left you and instead he buried his head between your legs. His grip on your thighs was painfully tight, yanking you right back into position with your arms collapsing back under you, face down ass up.

It was too much, his tongue was wet and squirming and hot and inside you. He meant to devour you, to ruin you entirely. You had about braced to be fucked, but not for this, not for the intense spark of heady desire that came from this.

“Fuckin’ knew it, knew ye’d taste sweeter than anything else” he growled against you as he released one thigh to get his fingers on your clit, needing to get you wetter to sait the thirst for your arousal that was burning through him now. “Dae ye taste good everywhere?”

“J-John! Ah you can’t, not there” you babbled as he licked up to your rim, diving into it with the same enthusiasm as he had your pussy.

It was disgusting how he tongued up the slick that was weeping from your cunt to drag it to your ass, plunging his tongue in and out of your hole and driving you absolutely mad. This was debauched. The trees were creaking and groaning around you, powerless to help their mistress.

“Tell me ye fucking love it.”

“Stop, please!”

“Fucking say it” he growled, sinking his teeth into the same flesh he had slapped earlier.

You screamed, sure he must have used that horrid magic again to sharpen his teeth to that of a predator with how you felt the skin break, his tongue lapping at the trickle of blood he had earned himself.

“I love it” you said quietly, ashamed.

“Use your fucking words.”

The threat of his teeth was still there, they were scraping against your clit.

“I love your tongue in my ass! It’s perfect, thank you so much, making me so w- making me so wet” you moaned out, feeling your cunt clench with the shame of knowing it wasn’t quite a lie.

“Good girl” he purred, the praise vibrating through you. “Should reward ye naw? What dae ye want?”

There was a dark warning laced in his tone. You knew there was a wrong answer and you wouldn’t dare to give it. If you pleaded for a stop to this he would do much worse to you than if you pleaded for the less painful option.

“Want to cum on your mouth, want to cum on your cock in my pussy.”

“Mm? Whose mouth? Whose cock?”

You squeezed your eyes shut against the utter humiliation this human was making you face.

“Yours… master.”

“Atta girl.”

He laughed behind you before bringing that sinful mouth to latch onto your clit. He sucked hard and then lapped at it like a beast until you were squirming only to then go to your opening and make sure he got every drop of sweet liquid drooling out of you. It was torturous as your body betrayed you over and over again, pliant and gushing for him. He kept you on the edge of euphoria for what felt like hours before you broke.

“Fuck! Please master, want to cum!”

The panting moans were brainless, you were so desperate. He cooed at you, his tone saccharine even as his words were degrading.

“Needy wee slut, cannae keep your legs closed can ye? Disgusting bitch tae let a man do this tae ye. Bet ye dream of walking into the village and letting everyone have a go at this sloppy cunt.”

“Only you master, please please please!”

“Aye, only me.”

His tongue which had been wild before was now lethally precise, the tip of it flicking rapidly at your throbbing clit. As you felt yourself crest he wrenched one of your arms to put your own hand there while he removed his face. Out of some hedonistic instinct you started to play with yourself to make the orgasm last, so stupid from the pleasure that it took a moment for the pain to sink in as his cock was forced inside you to the hilt.

Johnny was in rapture. Forcing himself in while your poor cunt was fluttering and clenching on nothing was almost painful from how tightly his cock was being squeezed. Your body was panicked, pleasure and pain at their height at the same time making you so incredibly tight and hot for him. Fuck, the way you were pulsing around him it was almost like getting a blow job, the ripple of wet pressure making him howl out his pleasure against your screech of pain.

He had already so thoroughly broken you that when he started to fuck you at a brutal pace you just drooled and cried and babbled. The distinction between pain and pleasure, what you hated and what you loved, was completely erased. It was all the same liquid heat inside of you that was demanding this. Demanding for you to be fucked savagley into the dirt, for you to take everything he had to give you. Demanding to be bred like the bitch in heat you were.

“I ken sweetheart, ye need tae earn it. Cum around my cock again.”

You didn’t even know what you were saying out loud and what thoughts were your own anymore as your clumsy fingers slipped around on your clit, trying to create friction despite the smooth glide from how much you dripped with arousal. You could feel the stickiness on your fingers, feel tendrils stretching lewdly in a connecting strand whenever you moved them away from your skin.

“Fucking dae it, cum on my cock!”

It was a lightning storm of pain versus pleasure ripping through you as he adjusted to slam into that spongy spot inside you that set off every nerve ending over and over with no reprieve. At the same time he began to absolutely brutalise your ass with his open palms, violent and unrestrained. There was a gush of liquid as you came, screaming your throat raw.

John had never felt so powerful. You had been reduced to a squirting, screaming mess underneath him, a fucking animal begging in the dirt. He handled you how he liked, went as hard as he wanted. Any human would have broken. Any human would have fucking died with how he finally unleashed the beast inside of him, finally married violence with sex the way he had always wanted.

“That’s it, fucking daft bitch, stupid wee brood mare, made tae fucking take it!”

You were begging again, nothing left in your brain but the desperation to be bred by a strong male. He was happy to do it, loyal protector that he was. Happy to give you exactly what you whined and mewled for, slamming home and cumming deep inside you. He fucked you through his own orgasm. He fucked you even when it was painful. It wasn’t until his cock finally slipped out, spent and struggling to find any purchase when he wasn’t fully engorged given how fucking sloppy you were.

He pushed you away after, leaving you a pile on the floor panting and ruined. Sitting back on his heels he had to take a moment for the dizziness from what had just happened to subside. Time for him to get out of this forest he supposed. He was not welcome on this land anymore. As he stood he took stock. While his kilt simply draped again to cover the sticky mess you had left on his skin and the dirt on his knees was easy enough to dust off, your gown was torn to shreds, your body beaten and bruised. He was perhaps a little surprised when your eyes opened and you blinked at him.

You felt the delicious strain of the most satisfying fuck of your life, only opening your eyes when you heard him get to his feet. Oh, he thought he was leaving. His eyes lit up with confusion and a tiny spark of feral delight as vines erupted from the ground to ensnare his ankle. Silly boy, thinking you powerless. If you had truly imbued him with the amount of your power he had deluded himself that you had, his human body would have burnt up and been dust on the wind years ago. It was laughable that he would have been able to block your magic.

“Did you truly think I didn't know your intentions from the start? Oh John, you are mine” you said with the fond bemusement one might have for a grumpy child. “Now come and perform your duty to your mistress, I am hardly done with you.”

#mhairiwrites #cod au #john mactavish x reader #look I wrote this all and read it once #and I'm not even sure it makes sense #really the voices wrote this one and I cannot be blamed

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percy-puppy · 4 months

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Headcanon: Dick Piercings

About: CoD Men || Gaz, König, Keegan, Soap

A/N: Bestie and I talked about the CoD men and if any of them have a piercing in their special area. It ended with me researching for an hour and coming to these conclusions. @mothymunson caused it with this! ↓

TW: 18+ Blog/Post | MDNI, Piercings (duh.), DICK DIAGRAMS (plural), Me thirsting, talk about dicks/masochism/lil sex talk focused on vagina owners since I wrote this to self-indulge.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Gerrick

Ampallang Piercing.

✿ It's pretty subtle compared to the others, but still some bling (his piercing is made from gold), and I think it suits Gaz's personality, too. Also, it doesn't just feel good for you, cause many men report increased sexual pleasure with this piercing. He definitely got it for this reason.

Keegan P. Russ

Reverse Prince Albert.

✿ “Just the tip,” has such a nice drag with that piercing. He also has a tongue piercing. He isn't even half in, and he doesn't need to, tbh. That piercing is the g-spot magic wand.

König

Prince Albert. (classic)

✿ This had me drooling, and I didn't even know what got me so hard at first, but here is why: It's quite a thick ring and just gives bull vibes, which matches him wholeheartedly. He is a massive man and cannonically couldn't be a sniper because of it. He was later assigned as an insertion specialist and served as a battering ram. So, he is a breeding bull — breeding kink, size kink, mating press… It’s once again a piercing both sides get increased pleasure from.

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

TOP: 3 Top Ladders. Dydoe/King’s Crown. (Pierced through the ridge vertically at the penis's head base.)

BOTTOM: 3 Bottom Ladders. Hafada/Scrotal. (He is pierced there 1x (ring piercing). It sits right in the middle. During doggy, it smacks your clit.)

✿ Listen… he likes some pain, he is a little nuts—the chaotic middle-child energy just manifested like that. He has multiple dick piercings. He enjoys the modification of his cock, and getting them was fun for him, too. He definitely makes jokes that sound like condom sale slogans, like, “✨Ribbed for her Pleasure✨”. He got them for your pleasure, but he gets off on getting you off, so it's a double-win.

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george-weasleys-girl · 6 months

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smut request/ idea:

fred weasley with a really bratty, playful and smiley reader and then he's like being rlly cute with her but in a hot way idk? like she's teasing him and running around and stuff and he's playing along but then he's like okay enough and it gets kinda rough and then she goes all quiet and thennnn HE teases her? and then he's rlly caring after stuff

I hope you get the idea idekkkk? lmao

Naughty

I've not written anything quite like this before. I hope it's at least, ok-ish. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: smut, teasing, oral(male receiving), intercourse, orgasm control

18+only

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

~•~

"Oh dear, I'm such a clutz," Y/N giggled and bent over to pick up the dish soap she'd "accidentally" knocked onto the floor. Fred smirked, his eyes locked on her deliciously adorable ass sticking up in air.

She'd been teasing him ever since he got home from work. Skipping around the house in that flouncy, lavender mini dress that she knew drove him crazy, and acting like a fucking burlesque dancer, giving him a little peek and then taking it away. She turned and gave him a big, innocent grin and then bounced past him, pointedly staying just out of arms reach. Fred chuckled at her antics. He could've easily leaned forward and grabbed her. But he was enjoying the show. And he was curious to see how far she'd push him.

"Come 'ere, baby," Fred patted his lap. "Cuddle with me for a minute."

"But I need to finish the dishes," she whined.

"Just use your wand, love."

"No," she stomped her foot. "You know how I love doing the dishes the muggle way."

Fred arched an eyebrow but said nothing. He knew as well as she did, how much she hated doing the dishes without magic.

"Baby girl, come here."

"I'm almost done. Just two more minutes," she flashed him a mischievous grin. "You can wait that long, can't you?"

The corners of Fred's mouth quirked up. "I'm counting." He looked down at his watch.

Less than two minutes later, Y/N pulled the plug from the sink and dried her hands. She turned and meandered toward him, swinging her hips in a way that sent a wave of desire down his spine. He smiled up at her, patting his lap again. But at the last second, she jumped out of his reach again with a giggle and ran down the hall.

That's it.

Fred chased after her, catching up in only a few steps, wrapping his arm around her wrist and pulling her into the bedroom, pushing her onto the bed. His eyes blazed down at her, and Y/N gulped hard. "When I tell you to do something," he growled, jerking her legs open and shoving her panties to the side before slamming three fingers deep into her wet cunt. "You fucking do it. Do you understand me?"

"Y-yes, sir," Y/N gasped, eyes wide, as he finger-fucked her.

"Good," he replied and pulled his fingers out, licking them clean. "It's a shame you had to act like a little brat today. I was looking forward to feeling your tight, little pussy pulse around me." He shrugged. "Oh well, I guess you'll just have to sit there and watch me get myself off. Fred unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out, stroking it slowly.

"P-please, sir, I'm sorry. I'll be a good girl." She begged.

Fred smirked, watching her desperate cunt twitch with every stroke of his cock. "Too late, baby," he groaned, picking up the pace. "I'd love to make you fill this good, but... "

"I'm so sorry," she continued pleading. "I won't do it again, sir."

"You said that the last time."

Y/N stuck her bottom lip out. "I mean it this time."

He tilted his head, thinking. "Ok, baby girl," he said finally. "Suck my cock good enough and I might change my mind."

Without hesitation, she got on her hands and knees and crawled toward him. Fred looked down at her and smiled affectionately, his thumb caressing her cheek. "Open wide," he said and pushed his hips forward, sliding his cock past her lips until it hit the back of her throat making her gag a little. She repositioned herself and begins to bob up and down on his cock. Sometimes deep throating his entire length and other times focusing on the sensitive head.

"Fuck baby girl," he groans, fingers curling into her hair. "That feels incredible."

Y/N's pussy ached at the praise, but she didn't dare to touch herself, putting all her focus on sucking him dry. It doesn't take long before Fred's groans and grunts deepen and his balls to contract. She moved faster, knowing that any second now her mouth would be flooded with his cum. She felt his cock twitch. Almost there. Then, with a loud groan, he pushed her off. "Sir?" Y/N looked up at him, confusion clear on her face.

"I want to cum in your cunt," he said, climbing onto the bed behind her and slamming his full length into her with one savage thrust. Y/N moaned, her needy pussy clenching hard around him as he pounded into her. "Don't you dare cum until I tell you," he growled her ear, hammering even deeper.

She shook her head, barely to form words. "Yes... " she gasped, and then he changed angles, hitting her g-spot dead on, taking her breath away as she clawed at the bedsheets willing herself not to cum.

"Oh fuck," Fred groaned. He was close, and by the way she was pulsing around him, he knew she was too. "Almost there, baby. You're doing so good." It only took a few more thrusts, and he felt his orgasm surging up through his cock. "Now, baby," he groaned. "Cum NOW!" He exploded inside her, and she screamed his name as she came, her whole body shaking uncontrollably.

They both collapsed, and Fred pulled her onto his chest, even as they still worked to catch their breath. "You ok, love?" He asked.

"Mhmm," she smiled up at him. "Felt wonderful."

He kissed her forehead. "You were very naughty today. If it happens again, I might not be so lenient."

"Yes, my love," she snuggled closer to him, a small grin on her face, knowing damn good and well that he would be.

And so did he.

~•~

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itsagrimm · 1 year

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He who Comes from under the Water

Chapter 4 - Deep Waters

Monster!König X she/her afab Reader

CN mentions of sex, mentions of sexual assault and rape, trauma and fear of water, sexism and patriarchy, reader get’s insulted and attacked, nearly drowning and panic, talk of murder, planning murder, nudity (both sexualised and unsexual)

Notes for better understanding at the bottom!

Also I wrote this sick and being kept alive by aspirins so sorry if 'this not peak.

Beta-read by @queenquazar. Check out her beautiful writing!

Masterlist

The tea in front of you was too hot to drink yet. Its smell pleasant and its dark colour flowed around as you stirred the steamy liquid, lost in your thoughts.

You missed your family and friends coming over for tea. You remember talking while trying the freshly made berry jam in summer and sharing laughs, advice, and a shoulder to cry on. Your giggly girlfriends talking about gossip they had heard, lips they had kissed, tears that had to be shed. Or your mother, calmly but steady, laying out her thoughts and judgement in front of you and your brother, dissecting those who dared harm her or her loved ones down to the bone.

None of that anymore.

Just one cup of the dark brew.

No one else at your table to talk about König. You assumed your mother would approve of you marrying a king just out of pragmatism, but object massively to you marrying a king of under the waters, a man of powers no human could understand.

No, absolutely not, my daughter. What do you expect to do when I want to visit you, hm? Turn myself into a frog to swim to you, hm? Or will he live with us and command the buckets to water the fields on their own? Don’t be ridiculous. That is dangerous magic and I’ll not have you harmed. Also, he needs a haircut. No, I don’t care what your grandfather has said. I will fight this König off with the wood axe if needed. King or not, he is not getting my beloved daughter. No, no, no.

You smiled softly at the thought of your mother taking one look at König and his wet, algae tangled hair and being utterly unimpressed.

He is tall. Do you think he has a big dick?

The thought of your friends musing about your fiancés cock made you grin, warmed your cheeks and remember you had tea to drink.

Oh, hot!

You nearly spit out your tea as you grimaced from the burn. You should not have been distracted. Instead of thinking about your fiancés dick, you should be thinking about what you had to do until he came by. In a strange moment of unsteadiness, you had invited him over. The man you weren’t entirely sure was safe to be around.

Besides, he said he just needed a queen and would never touch you.

The memory filled you with a strange feeling you could not place – hot and excited, but also afraid and insecure.

I have other things to do, you thought to yourself and got up, leaving your cup and your confusing thoughts behind at the table.

I don’t need to worry about that, he said so himself.

Strangely, you believed him. There was so much you questioned about König- who he was and what he wanted from you. But, he was not out to harm you this way felt like certainty.

It was a lot of work to clean the house by yourself and prepare everything for the visit. You scrubbed the wooden floor, cleaned the kitchen, and set the table in preparation for later.

The only thing left to clean was you.

You looked down at your worn dress and your stained apron.

Yes, all that was left to clean was you and your clothes. Indecisive, you balanced back and forth from your toes to the ball of your feet. You could just not do that.

König maybe wouldn’t even notice.

But you had to clean your clothing at some point and needed to wash yourself with more than just the water from the well, no matter how much you feared the deep waters after nearly drowning.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before collecting your laundry in a basket and grabbing a little piece of soap.

“Master Heron!” you called, stepping out of the house, “I am going down to the river to do some washing.”

The bird, dosing in the shadow, opened his eyes.

“Let me go with you, maiden,” It spoke as it staggered up on its twiggy legs.

“It’s fine,” You heard yourself say with a security you did not feel. “I should be back soon.”

The bird tilted its head as if giving you a judging look but said nothing as you waved and walked from the house.

Normally, you would wander through the village, calling for someone to come with you. Maybe one of your friends that wanted to wash themselves as well or a tired parent in need of having to do some quick laundry for the little ones. But you could not do that anymore. All of them had agreed to shun you because of the rumour of your curse. Or maybe they laid in wait for you to die or vanish to steal your family’s house and fields. The veneer of civility had grown thin, and you did not know anymore what monstrous act would come out of the village next.

The day was warm, and it was almost pleasant to wander at the edge of resting fields and through the woods with the jays singing and playing high above your head in the trees. Instead of going to your usual spot, you decided to walk up-river to make sure you would be alone and not accidentally meet someone from the village. At a spot with shallow waters and lots of gravel and stones, you decided to dare enter the water. With a quick glance around the waters and a firm stare at the water, you undressed and stepped inside.

Fear and pleasure instantly fought inside of you.

The water was warm from the sun and the sun kissed gravel filled riverbed. But it was water, and you felt the soft but steady flow tugging around your ankles. Carefully and with clenched teeth, you tiptoed on until you were in the water to your knees and deep enough to start washing your clothes. Putting down the basket onto one of the bigger stones rising from the water you paused. Your breath was laboured as if fighting again for air. Heaving and gasping you stood there, until your mind slowed down enough for you to grab your little soap and start scrubbing the first piece of fabric.

Banning all other thoughts from your mind you worked through your pile of laundry and distributed your clothes onto warm stone for drying until you were done.

Now all you had left to do was wash yourself in deeper water.

You opened your plaits and raked through them a few times with your fingers as much as you could, massaging your scalp to calm yourself just like your mother and friends had done for you like you had done for them.

With your little soap in your hand, you stepped further into the water. At half your thigh you stopped, the water getting dark and deep before you.

Just like the pond.

“What a whore! Presenting your ass to the world and running around naked. Do you want to be taken that much? Is that how you got this König?”

You jumped around.

At the edge of the riverbed stood Ivar, arrogant and with a furious look in his eyes.

“You lied,” he accused, and you twitched from fear under the hatefulness of his words. “You lied, did you not? Who is this König?”

“Did you follow me, Ivar?” A different kind of fear rose in your throat.

“Answer me, whore!” he shouted, pointing an accusing finger towards you. ” Did you present yourself to this man like you do to me now?”

You glanced at the water in front of you. There was no escape except for the dark swirling river.

“I did not and have never presented myself ever to anyone, Ivar. And even if, what would that be to you?” You answered with more calm than you felt, “You are the one creeping around and staring at me washing myself. It’s in your mind not mine.”

You turned around, facing Ivar, “What is wrong with you, Ivar? Have you nothing better to do? Can you not see that I have nothing, am nothing and will never be anything to you? Leave me!”

It was as if those words, despite your fear and nakedness, resonated from somewhere deep inside of you, not out of fear or pride, but from the continuous exhaustion of having to fight.

He stared at you, speechless and with a surprised face before anger and hatred twisted and scrunched his features again.

“Whore!” Ivar screamed. “How dare you? I will teach you how to talk to me!”

Not caring about the water and his shoes, he stepped into the river, reaching forward and for you. Whimpering and stumbling, your foot slipped on one of the smooth river stones underneath the watery surface, making you fall.

Your head hit the river and you screamed, swallowing water, not air.

In a panic you scrambled to get up again, your foot slipped again, and lost purchase on the stone littered river floor.

A hand snatched you, your hands swinging and scratching, trying to land kicks in Ivar’s direction – the fear of Ivar bigger than the fear of water.

Instead of letting you go, the hand yanked you from under the water and you coughed, gasping for air. Water ran over your face, blinding you, blood rushing through your ears, making you lash out again at Ivar.

Instead of a hit, Ivar gripped your hands and pressed you closer and held you steady.

The water dripped off your face, clearing your vision slightly.

“Shhh, shhhh, shhhh, it’s me. It’s me, beautiful. It’s okay. You are safe,” König mumbled above you. König held you in his arms, hushing you and keeping you lifted out of the waters. Safe.

Your gasping for air turned into sobs, shaking your body as you clung to him.

“Where do you come from?” You heard Ivar shout from somewhere.

“Leave!” König growled, “Leave or die, Ivar.”

Ivar screamed something but you weren’t listening. Your sobs too loud for you to catch the man’s words as you cried.You had done nothing wrong and kept to yourself. Only once had you dared leaving your house on your own and it brought you nothing but misery. Frustration and exhaustion rolled down your checks.

After a while, your shaking and your sobs grew less violent, and a tired calm settled into your bones. König still held you, not moving or saying anything, just keeping you close and swaying around slightly like a boat on a lake.

“Is he…”

“He is gone,” König hummed. “Fear nothing, my bride.”

Shifting around you remembered that you were naked in his arms.

“König, can you let me go please?” you croaked.

He nodded and started to move you down, but as the water splashed against your legs, you shrieked and jolted back up, away from the dark water.

“Sorry, could you let me down on land?” you asked while fighting to calm your breath once again.

He waded out of the river and put you down onto the stony beach before turning around, checking your left out laundry from the stones.

“They are still wet, dear.” He called over, “Are you okay with waiting a bit more for them to dry? I can keep you company and get them for you once they are done.”

You nodded and sat down, covering your naked form as much as you could with your arms and angled legs.

König returned and sat down next to you, leaving a bit of space between you, and stared at the water in silence. Exhaustion crept up your body, a lull of calm from the rush of adrenaline.

“Thank you.”

König only nodded at your words. He looked human, naked, as if he was here to bathe in the river. His skin tanned and touched by the sun, his hair open and wavy from the water.

It felt normal sitting next to him as if it meant nothing that neither of you was clothed, just two people enjoying the summer days without expectation or judgement.

Your eyes fell onto bloody scratches on his arms.

“Did I do that?” you asked, feeling guilty pointing at his arms.

“You were in a panic. It is nothing. It will heal.” König waved it off as if it meant nothing. “Are you feeling better?”

You considered the question, how much it asked and how you felt alone, broken, and abandoned by everyone you had known. You were trapped hanging onto a house reminding you of all you had lost, trapped with the villagers wanting you gone or dead, trapped in a promise of marriage you never really agreed on. And now you have discovered more things to fear than ever before.

The loneliness.

The water.

Ivar.

König lifted his arm at your continued silence, and you moved closer to lean against him. It was simple. König was part of the trap around you. He was strange and there were many things you did not understand about him.

But he was warm and there for you.

His body solid against your shattered frame and you felt no shame leaning against him and enjoying his comforting arm around you.

“How did you know I needed help?” you asked.

“The water.” König said, “I rule all that flows. I knew you were here and wanted to give you some space. But as soon as Ivar stepped into the water, I knew something was wrong.”

You hummed in acknowledgment.

“Dear,” König paused carefully, “with your blessing I will kill Ivar. He has tried to harm you too often. He will not cease unless he is stopped but no one will do that except us.”

You felt nothing as you heard those words, no shock or surprise or fear.

All your once blooming kindness for Ivar as a friend of your father was gone.

You did not even feel happiness at the thought of him feeling a twinge of fear or pain like he had caused you.

“They will say I have cursed him too.” You stated monotonously.

“Likely.”

For a brief moment you thought about Ivar’s family and all the others grieving and pointing at you, calling you his murderer - death by curse. You couldn't care less anymore what the village might say about you anymore.

“Let them talk.”

Cultural content notes:

Black tea or just ‘tea’ is very popular in many eastern European, Asian and north-west German regions. It’s not super correct timeline wise but we’ll ignore that. This is just a not so subtle way of including tea culture stuff.

“Мыть кости” is Russian and means to gossip about someone. Its literal translation is to wash someone blank to their bare bones.

Soap (the item not the character) is not a modern invention. I remember my family buying this tallow-based soap for cleaning which is from one of the simplest soap recipes I know of and likely would fit into the geographical space this story is set in. It’s essentially just the oil from the tallow and ash, making a simple but effective cleaning product which theoretically could be made at home everywhere. I would like to add that Aleppo, the city in Syria, has had a somewhat continuous production of fine soap made from olive oil since the 8th century. I found that remarkable.

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ghouljams · 9 months

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fae!soap’s darling is one of those crazy makes you throw up poems in her notes app girls

Ding ding ding, here's the threat, the hard darling, the crazy girl

Warnings: Very public sex, themes around addiction/interventions(if you squint)

This is really Gaz's hunting ground. The thumping bass, the technicolor lights, the sea of people. But Soap isn't looking to hunt tonight. He's drained, wasted some of his best magic on a musician that wouldn't pan out. What he needs is thoughtless, what he needs is sex. He catches your arm as you walk past him. The prettiest thing in this hole.

"Can ah buy ya a bev, Bonnie?" He asks, watching your eyes flick approvingly down his body.

You've never been one to pass up an easy catch.

He presses you against the wall, his tongue insistent against yours, hands gripping your hips tight. You get the feeling this guy just got out of a relationship. This sort of intensity only comes from trying to forget someone. Which is good for you, means less talking.

Soap slides a hand from your hip to push between your legs under your skirt. The club is loud, crowded, not very well lit, good for a quickie. You're already wet at the prospect of it. You can feel his smile against your lips when he feels just how soaked you are. He pulls away from kissing you to press closer, speak in your ear where he knows you'll hear.

"All this for me, hen?" He's cocky, you like cocky.

"Could've been for my date if he'd found me first." You tell him, you don't think he's used to being a second choice. Cocky guys never are.

"Just have to make it f'me then," He tells you low and dangerous, fingers rubbing you through your underwear. You smile, tipping your head to suck at his neck as you rock against his fingers.

He's good with his hands, you'll give him that.

Soap pushes your panties to the side, fingers collecting your slick before pressing into your hole. They’re thick, dextrous, crooking to stroke your walls with practiced precision as the heel of his hand grinds against your clit. You hum, your hips following the stroke of his fingers. He pushes them against the spongy spot near your entrance over and over, stirring need in you like he has a direct line to your orgasm. You press against him, twist your fingers in his shirt desperate to hold onto something while he works you up. You drop your forehead against his shoulder, grind against his hand as you focus on the tight knot in your stomach.

��Come on sweetheart,” He whispers, lips catching the shell of your ear, “be good for me, yeah?” You nod all too eager to cum when you can feel his hard cock pressing against your leg. That’s what you really want, you can pluck at a few strands and push yourself over the edge if it means you get fucked after. You shake against him, his fingers never stopping as your walls flutter around them. You can feel the slick dripping off of you when he pulls them out.

Soap opens his belt and fly one handed, pulling his cock free, his slick fingers pumping it, getting rid of some of your wetness before his hands hook under your thighs. He lifts you with that wonderful inhuman strength and pins you between the wall and his body. You wrap your legs around his waist as he thrusts his cock against your slit. The weight, the angle, god when he fills you he fills you. Gorgeous thick cock pushing your gooey walls apart to make room for itself, the length of him hitting you deep enough you feel it in your stomach. You purr, clenching around him as you squeeze your arms around his shoulders.

“Fuck you’re squeezin’ the life outta me, bonnie.” He groans as you tease your teeth against his pulse. That’s the idea. He pulls out just enough to thrust back in, your t-shirt the only thing protecting your back from being scraped against the wall, and you bite him as he bounces you on his cock.

The drag of his thick length is hot enough to make your head spin. His hips snapping against yours, hitting that deep spot that makes your toes curl, that makes heat knot in your stomach again. You moan into your bite, doing your best to muffle yourself when all you want to do is scream. You’re oversensitive, and he is driving you back to the edge as he chases his own high. You do your best to meet his thrusts, distract him from your fingers threading through the tethers that lead off of him. There’s got to be something in- You pull on a painter’s thread and Soap shudders, pressing hard into you as he cums.

You feel the trap on your back light up, tugging attempting tethers into the sink like a black hole. Sexual energy fills you as nicely as Soap’s thick seed. Your legs feel a little weak when he pulls out and sets you back on the ground. You lean against the wall, catching your breath as he tucks himself back into his pants. You give him a thumbs up when he reaches to… you don’t know, check on you?

“I’m gonna find my date,” You tell him. A look of confusion crosses his face, you don’t give him time to respond before you disappear into the crowd. No need to stick around and deal with whatever baggage he’s got.

You bump into Soap at a shitty underground show your friend dragged you to, promising cheap drinks and hot potential hook ups. Normally you're a one and done sort of person, men are so emotional you really can't spare them more than one no strings attached fuck. You don't think this guy has even heard of feelings the way he holds you against his cock and grinds against you in the dim lights on the outside of the mosh pit. He certainly doesn't seem to feel anything but desperate when he bites your shoulder.

"Too many people," You tell him as he soothes his tongue over his bite.

"Wasn't a problem last time," You roll your eyes, yeah you'll give him that. People are a little more watchful here though, this show is at a bigger risk of getting busted up by the cops. You're not getting cuffed outside the bedroom again.

"Ok well it's a problem this time, so find somewhere private." You gripe, hearing a grumble of protest before Soap pulls away to glance around the venue. "Think there's a loft somewhere, might have a bed." You pick at your top, waiting on Mr. Bitey to come up with something better. His eyes dart around the top edge of the warehouse before nodding.

You half lead, half follow him to the loft space overlooking the party. You test the lock as he tests the bed, or the mattress. What is it with punk guys not having bed frames? Is a bed frame too establishment? Better than nothing you suppose, and the place looks clean. Now that you think about it this might be the band’s place. Funny.

You don’t really want to stick around here too long. You drop to your knees in front of Soap. His hand moves immediately to drag fingers along your jaw, tip your head to look at you.

“Wouldn’t want anyone else getting this view,” He tells you, you roll your eyes more focused on getting his belt open than whatever charm he’s trying to hit you with. It won’t work anyway, you’re more than protected against his magic. Still, it’s always funny seeing weavers try to work you.

“Your dirty talk could use some work,” You tug his pants down, wrap your fingers around his cock. You hadn’t seen it last time, but it’s just as pretty as the rest of him. You’re careful as you drag your tongue along his length, slicking the pump of your fingers. Soap swears over you, eyes fixed on the movement of your mouth. You put on a good show for him, kissing his thick cock between strokes of your hand, sucking at the head and lapping at the beading pre-cum. Your eyes lock on his, enjoying the way his pupils dilate for you.

“Fuck you are good at this,” He groans, watching you swallow the length of his cock. You hum affirmative, your hand leaving his cock to cup his balls. You’ve done this enough times, you should be at least competent at it.

You can feel the pentacles on your back starting to turn, the itch of warded magic. So compliments are part of it. Noted.

Soap’s hand presses against the back of your head, and you’re happy to give him a second just to feel your throat constrict around him as you swallow before you’re bobbing your head. Your tongue drags along the underside of his cock, tracing the veins and circling the head. You never take your eyes off of Soap, too eager to watch him lose a piece of his composure.

And he does, the cracks in his cocksure mask slipping as he swears and bucks into your mouth. Curling over you with a low moan when he does finally cum. You lick him clean as more hooks get redirected by your ward. More threads worked into your trap. Insurance.

You leave to find your friends before he can get it in his head to ask about the tethers.

You're talking to a guy at the bar, half interested too, when someone catches your arm and drags you away. You yank your arm away in protest and round on the guy only to realize you recognize him. Fuck what was his name, you've hooked up a couple times before.

"Oh hey, Mr. Clean, welcome back." You absolutely fumble whatever he's actually called. He barely seems to hear you, already dragging you towards the bathroom. The broken mirror and sticker covers stalls barely register over the way Soap kicks a stall open and pushes you into it. He locks the stall door behind you, and turns the both of you so you're pressed against it, dropping to his knees.

"Why is it every time I see you, you're with someone?" He asks, hardly waiting for the go ahead before he's dragging your shorts down.

"Bad timing?" You joke, he doesn't laugh frustrated with something. Not you, you think, otherwise he wouldn't press his mouth to your cunt with such an eager groan. You thread your fingers through your hair and exhale as you feel one of your hooks grab him. His tongue rolls over your clit, stoking the rapidly igniting heat between your legs, you wonder what’s got him all worked up. You suppose it doesn’t matter, he’s an easy meal.

You let out a shuddering breath, his tongue following the movement of your hips as you try to keep quiet in the empty bathroom. His mouth is hot, a furnace befitting a summer fae, just at the edge of too warm for you. His lips close around your clit, fingers digging into your thighs to leave bruises for the rest of the bar to see. The suction makes your hole clench, and you can feel the way slick smears with each drag of his hungry tongue. Eating you like a last meal, fast and aggressive. Like he can’t think of anything but your cunt.

He might not be able to. You’re never sure about your dosage for repeat customers. Coaxing his energy just a little heavier, feeling the rush of it when he palms himself through his pants.

“Good boy,” You purr, enjoying the shiver that sends down his spine. The renewed need that has him pressing his tongue into you, tasting you from the source. You press your fingers a little more insistently against the back of his head, hips bucking to follow the stroke of his tongue. He needs this, you think, needs the easy rush as badly as you do. An addict chasing their high.

His tongue twists and you whine, pressing your hand against your mouth. He does it again and you know he wants to hear you. But that won’t happen here, and he sure as shit isn’t coming back to your place. Still, it’s good, electric and wet. The attention to your clit sends sparks up your spine, paying you back for leaving him last time.

His hand leaves your thigh to push his fingers into your cunt as his tongue flickers against you. His fingers crook, twisting and stroking until the added stimulation makes you push down hard against his mouth, whining loud into your hand as you cum.

You feel his tethers hit your trap hard as your legs shake. His groans against you, fingers and tongue still working your clenching cunt into overstimulation. You grab a fistful of the tethers leading off of him and yank him back. He stares up at you with glassy eyes as you pull your shorts back up and tumble out of the stall to get the fuck out of dodge.

Soap stares daggers across the bar table, his fist tightly pressed against his mouth as his scotch sweats in front of him.

"What's bit your ass?" Gaz asks, barely drawing Soap's attention away from the space over Price's shoulder.

"Ah'm bloody starvin'." Soap snaps, the other three men at the table exchange a look. He's been through more artists in the last three months than ever before.

"What happened to the bird with the violin?" Gaz tries, voice measured and slow to keep the concern at the edges. Ghost's brows twitch together watching Soap drag a hand down his face.

"Only gave me one piece."

"Any good?" Price chimes in, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table. Soap frowns.

"Really good."

"Then what's the problem?" Price presses. Soap doesn't know. It used to be enough. Ages ago one haunting piece could keep him for months, years if it was good enough. He was patient, he wasn't as jaded. What happened?

"Johnny," Ghost starts, Soap turns his glare on him, Ghost glares back switching tactics as the concern leaves his voice, "Find a new meal. There's a reason leanan don't live long." Soap scowls.

"Ah found one, and they don' give two shits about me."

"Sounds like a nice change of pace." Ghost says dryly. Price nudges him.

“You got any tethers in ‘em?” Price asks, trying to ease the Scot’s tension. Soap stops, thinking. He’s met you three times, he should have something, but as far as he can feel they’ve been empty interactions. So why do you fill his head at every spare moment? Why does he want to see you so badly?

“Not one,” Soap says finally.

“Christ you’re as bad as Ghost,” Gaz groans. Price stays silent, gaze heavy, inspecting. He snuffs his cigar after a moment, and pulls a new one from his pocket.

“I’m only gonna ask this once, so I’d think real hard on it,” Price strike a match to life with his fingernail, lighting his cigar with narrowed eyes like he’s worried Soap might lie, or might not know, “How many hooks they got in you?”

Soap counts zero, nothing, tries to feel for anything new that might have latched onto him. He’d know if a human got a few hooks in him, especially if he hadn’t gotten any in them. But the longer he thinks, the more he feels them.

Intricately latticed gossamer threads dig haphazardly into him, squeezing the other tethers and wrapping around old hooks. They constrict and expand just shy of tight. Just shy of noticeable. Now that they have been noticed, the feeling makes him shudder, it’s unmistakable. Soap drags a finger along one, hissing at the blood it draws, the way the line lights up red before falling away. Gaz leans back away from him, pressing against Ghost’s stiff form. Price exhales smoke across the table, the tendrils latching onto the spider silk threads and snapping them.

#Did no one consider that Soap's darling might not be an artist?#or at least not one in anything but body language #What do you give the man that's never had to work for his darlings affection?#a chase #wow ghoul this seems like another case of two unhealthy people finding love with each other #and what about it?#I have a lot of apprehension around this darling and Soap #my worry is I've gone too ooc for Soap #but I think seeing his own destructive habits mirrored will snap him back to sweet soap #need someone to be genuine for this man #I've been thinking too many sad thoughts about Fae!Soap #Imagine a life knowing no one actually loves you they only love what you give them #afab reader #x reader #fae!Soap #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #johnny soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish x oc #hard darling

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sunshine-for-serotonin · 1 year

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Self indulgent Nsfw Erik Destler Post!!

Based on my headcannons

Tags(warnings????):French, stalking, Yandere Erik, clothes stealing, dacryphillia, male masturbation, desperate Erik, light overstim, light edging, Erik really needs you to fuck him senseless, modern!reader ended up in 1800s France through magic means

It truthfully hadn’t been a slow thing, Erik thought. You had shown up so suddenly through a portal in the middle of an opera practice giving everyone a fright. Many people were quick to accuse the opera ghost of trickery, however thankfully you were able to convince the managers of your innocence, and were offered to stay as long as you helped around on set. Rather unfortunately for you though, Erik had taken a special interest in you. Christine long forgotten, Erik watched how you interacted with everyone and noted just how kind and ethereal you were, and soon enough, him watching you interact with others turned into watching you during his every waking moment.

Eventually after some more stalking, Erik decides he is ready to let you meet him. Upon leaving a rabbit trail of notes detailing you on how to make your way below the opera populair, you find him standing in front of his boat, almost nervous in stature. After brief introductions you decided to talk more in-depth with the famous opera ghost, and you found yourself growing fond of him, even setting up times to visit the masked man of your own accord! As for Erik, he seemed to spiral down the rabbit hole of love faster than he ever had before. Images of you embracing him, or the two of you kissing and experiencing other romantic moments plagued him in his sleep, and when you hugged him for the first time, he officially passed the point of no return.

It started off with small things at first, taking items like hair ties, strands from your hairbrush, and even your soaps, things that you could easily brush off as simply being misplaced. Eventually though, Erik began to take larger things, like your favorite night gown, your bras, and even your favorite pair of lacey underwear. Of course you had your suspicions about Erik, but that all slipped to the back of your mind as the month of the crews biggest opera was upon you, leading Erik to where he was now.

Truly he didn’t mean to catch you while you were dressing, it was simply an accident! But here he was in your closet, the place he was just about to exit to see you before he became fully aware of the sight in front of him. Erik bit down on misshapen lip hard, hands hovering over his pants, desperate to ground himself before he lost his composure and made a mess in your closet at the sight of your bare visage. Quickly turning on his heel Erik moved the false wall that lead to his underground abode, walking as fast as he physically could without breaking into a dead sprint. Heavy pants left Erik’s mouth as he made it to his sleeping quarters, and he was sure his face was a brilliant rouge hue as he removed his mask and wig. Wasting no time Erik got on his knees and opened the top drawer from underneath his vanities mirror, pulling out a pair of your dirty lingerie and what he believed he remembered you calling a ‘hoodie’. Quickly yet gently, he placed the clothing articles onto his sheets as he stripped himself bare and clambered back onto his bed. Rolling over to the side, Erik quickly snatched up one of your pillows he stole as well as your lingerie. Eriks body was practically in up in flames as he let his fantasies take over; your body positioned above his hips as you lowered your top half to kiss him passionately, the way your pussy would rub up the length of his cock to tease him as you smiled into the kiss. Eriks neck was just waiting for you to mark him up, he thought to himself, for your lips to suck on his skin and your teeth to play with him as you saw fit. Deciding he needed to be completely surrounded by the closest thing he could get to the real you, Erik hastily shoved your stolen hoodie over his gangly body as he had seen you do so many times before.

Grasping at your lacy underwear and raising the article to his mouth and nose, Erik took several deep inhales while his free hand roamed over pale flesh, massaging circles into his hips as they jutted into the air uncontrollably and his back arched, desperate for your soft touches. He wanted you so, so badly, wanted your hands all over his body and your lips on his as he made you feel good in anyway you wanted. Low and high pitched moans alike spilled from Eriks mouth as he began to lick and suck on the fabric of your underwear, wishing it was you he was mouthing at. Closing his eyes Erik imagined you there with him in that moment, cooing at him and calling him a good boy for eating you out so good, the way your thighs would wrap around his head and squeeze as he pushed you over the edge, how absolutely delicious you would taste as Erik pushed his tongue as deep as he could inside of you to desperately drink down your orgasm while you lovingly caressed his face. Eventually his free hand began to palm at his erection roughly causing his moans to increase as beads of precum dripped down his cock onto his stomach and the hem of your hoodie. Desperate cries of your name spilled from Eriks deformed mouth as he brought himself to the edge, teasing and tugging at his cocks head just like he imagined you would, only to pull back abruptly, practically mewling at the loss of touch. “ Mon a-ange, I need more! Please, please, p-please, oh- it feels so good, I-I feel so good! Please touch me more, please!” At those words Erik scrambled to grab at your pillow before pulling it as tight as he could to his body, his cock snuggly positioned in between his stomach and the satin case. Letting out needy whimpers and whines, Erik began to grind against your pillow rapidly while your name fell from his lips like a prayer. Images of you on top of him sent Erik’s mind absolutely reeling, he could practically taste your lips on his and feel the way you would clench around him as you reached your own climax. “Please, I-I-I- hmnnh- I’ll b-be, ahh- I’ll be so good for you, mmm-!!” No sooner had those words left Eriks mouth, Erik orgasmed hard as tears gathered in the corners of his eyes. “ Merci! Merci, mon cheri! Please keep going! I feel so good, I feel so good!! Je t’aime, je t’aime, j-je t-t’aime!!!” Erik couldn’t help himself as his speech slurred and stuttered with the overwhelming amount of pleasure assaulting his senses, and yet all he did was hold your pillow tighter and grind even faster as teardrops fell from his glassy eyes. He wanted you here with him right now! Wanted you to use him for your pleasure and tell him he was doing so good for you! Erik needed you to kiss him till he was breathless and fuck him dumb, marking him with your lips all over his body! He needed you to tell him in between moans how much you loved him, how he belonged only to you, and that you would never leave him for anything! “Im yours!! Im all yours, mon ange!!! Please orgasm for me please, please, please!!!! Use me, tell me I’m yours, mon ange please!!!” More tears slipped down Erik’s face as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and with a final broken high pitched moan Eriks hips stuttered as cum once again splattered onto your pillow and his lower abdomen. After a few seconds of calming down Erik rolled to his side and grabbed a fresh pillow, and gently maneuvered your hoodie from his body onto it with the grace of someone handling a priceless artifact. “Je t’aime, mon amour. I hope that someday this will be real….. je t’aime.” Erik kissed the pillow that was wrapped in both your hoodie and his arms before finally drifting off to sleep with a smile on his face and you in his dreams.

#yandere Erik destler #yandere poto #erik destler x reader #erik destler #phantom of the opera #smut #yandere

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catsnkooks · 1 year

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Cod boys with dick piercings? 👀

There’s quite a few options and I was wondering what you thought 🫣

I’m going to be dumb and not go anonymous

👁️👁️hang on i gotta go do some research

*opens incognito browser* hmm ok

i don't think all of them have one (or more) bc...it's just not practical in their line of work. but those that do have it......

got one on purpose: ghost. i mean, he just screams it. probably has a row of frenum piercings (underneath, horizontal) and they are definitely....interesting when y'all are fucking. you swear it heightens your orgasm and ghost is always smug about it

got one on a dare: soap. listen, this man is scottish and he doesn't let anything pass. he's probably got a prince albert (bc that's the most known) and was probably a big baby about it when he was getting it. but it's not like either of you are complaining when you're having the best orgasms of your life with him and that piercing

got one when he was younger: price. i've seen a few other people out there say this, but i think price was a little rebellious in his youth. definitely hit up the local punk scene and got a few piercings to tell the tale. most he's let heal up, but he keeps the cock one, a magic cross (2 crossed piercings through the glans), bc you're definitely not complaining about it when he's fucking you

#things kooks says #asks #18+#smut #random0lover #simon ghost riley x reader #johnny soap mactavish x reader #captain john price x reader

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causewayguy · 1 year

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My Long Time Target

Been eyeing her since I first saw her at my regular massage shop, but Suly went missing for some time. Finally, as I was scrolling the net, I saw someone posted that she is back. Bingo! I quickly left work early and visited the shop to get a glimpse at Suly. The manager mentioned it will be 15 minutes so I paid and waited in one of the private massage rooms.

Finally, I saw her. Suly greeted me in her black crop top and short skirt. Her boobs greeted me first as she bounced towards me. As she led me to her room, I managed to slip my hand under her skirt and gave it a little squeeze. She shrieked and slapped my hand away, calling me a pervert. She held my hand, saying I can’t do anything to her now, but her boobs were now squeezing my arm. Horny meter increasing….

The room was fine, just a curtain and mattress because it was a massage joint. Suly started to strip all her clothes and I got stunned. Didn’t expect much as I thought was just massage and some hanky panky. Turns out she wanted us to shower together to get clean. Her body shape is 100% my type; not too tall, petite, fleshy at all the right places (ass, thigh, cheeks). Was slightly disappointed because I thought she would be ‘bigger’ but just a large B-cups. We showered and chatted about her recent coming back to work. She kneeled down and was soaping my cock when she mentioned ‘Wow, my fifth cock since I returned looks the best’. She quickly rinsed the soap off us and gave me mouthwash, hinting what is to come later.

Once back at her room, Suly told me to get naked and lay face down while she also hanged up her towel to begun starting her massage - fully naked! Would not say it was the best of massages but reasonably good. I pretended to ‘ouch’ after she crack my bone somewhere to scare her. She giggled and slapped my back, but she begun to move more slowly and gently, like playing a piano.

Then Suly dimmed the lights and started to do some body to body magic. Her B-cups started to move gently from my legs to my back, while lightly kissing my body. The combination of her smooth boobies and soft kisses across my whole body quite syiok to me. Loved it as she moved to my neck and blowed kisses into my ear. Then she whispered me to turn over. I had a front seat view of Suly using her boobs to massage my legs and slowly moving towards my crotch, this time paying a lot more attention to my cock.

Suddenly, she asks me to sit up and shyly (dunno why she shy now lol) ask what I wanted to do. So I teased her saying ‘Just now you mouthwashed yourself, should be clean enough to use your mouth right?’ She grinned at me and pushed me down again. She started from the top this time, giving me a big wet kiss with tongue! She started kissing downwards and licked my nipples while using her hand to work my little brother up to become big brother.

Finally, she reached below my waist and started to kiss and lick around my already hard cock. I like it gentle but she brought my hand to her boobs and forcefully make me squeeze them. She carefully licked and sucked my jewels while eating the stick. Her technique is quite good, making sure she licked all sides of my cock and threw in some deepthroats. She asked me to stand and started to blow me again while kneeling down. She has that CFM look with her eyes slightly glazed as she looks up at me (all these maybe just my imagination). She likes to blow me with no hands, bobbing her head. Following the flow, I hold her head with both hands and started to face fuck her. She held my dick to make sure I don’t go too deep but still can feel myself hitting the back of her mouth sometimes. If got mirror this will be the money shot, I thought to myself.

After taking a rest, Suly continued jerking me and whispering ‘thao’. My mind already not working, I thought she was just speaking Vietnamese. She kept repeating it while looking straight at my cock (eye level). Turns out she was asking if I brought ‘condom’ in Mandarin. I said 'sorry, didn't bring'. She looked up at me, her eyes were pleading at me to satisfy her somehow. 'Nevermind. Please come fuck me now... Just shoot outside'.

My BJ just got upgraded to unprotected FJ. Suly naturally laid down on her back with her legs spread while her hand still pulling at my hard-on. Everything moved like autopilot. I position my dick outside her love hole, teasing her as I entered. I could see her face gasping and moaning as she felt the unrestricted contact of my hard cock rubbing across her warm pussy. Soon we began Frenching as we fucked missionary style. Suly kept moaning into my ear to go harder and faster. I forgotten there was no door, only curtain, but we didn’t care. There were obvious sounds of 2 bodies slapping as I slammed myself repeatedly onto her crotch.

Slowed down slightly, I grabbed and squeezed her B-cups again as I remembered she liked it rough. I thrusted into her few times as I held onto her boobs. Could feel her pussy tighten as Suly moaned and stared into my eyes. This pushed me closer to the edge so I quickly changed position slightly. Holding up both her legs on one shoulder, this made her pussy squeeze harder onto my cock and I fucking went crazy (my favourite position), fucking and pumping myself raw in her pussy. Suly’s face was constantly filled with pleasure as she gasped and groaned. I fucked her until I cannot tahan and at the last moment pulled out and exploded all over her body.

We rested in that position for few seconds before I teased her saying ‘I thought BJ only’. We laughed at each other and she offered me head massage. Laying on her naked lap and looking up at her tits was awesome, as we continue to chit chat like girlfriend, boyfriend. After cracking my neck, we stood up, cleaned up, dressed up and I paid up before hugging her and left, thinking about who will be my next conquest…

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kawaiisakura143 · 5 months

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What if I was working with the Ghostbusters?

(All for funsies, of course^-^)

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Peter (Bursting into the Firehouse & pointing at Sakura): YOU!, you got Dana into that soap opera shit & she won't stop talking about it.

Sakura: You mean a telenovela? C'mon Peter I know you secretly watch it too.

Peter (Scoffs & walks away): No I don't, I don't watch that junk, I'm a man.

Sakura (Smirking): Teresa falls in love with Arturo!

Peter (Devastated screams in the distance): OH C'MON!!

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Egon: Where's Ray, Peter, and Winston?

Sakura: They're playing hide and seek.

Egon: Where?

Sakura: For someone with a Ph.D. I don't think you get how this game works.

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Egon: What does "take out" mean?

Ray: Food

Peter: Dating

Winston: Murder

Sakura: It can mean all three if you're not a coward.

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Egon: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses.

Ray: This knife is actually a magic wand.

Peter: Meet me in the Denny’s parking lot for a wizard duel.

Winston (Cocks gun): Magic missile.

Sakura: What the fuck is wrong with you guys!

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Store Worker: Would a Mr. Spengler please come to the front desk?

Egon (Arriving at the desk): Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker (Points to Ray & Sakura): I believe they belong to you?

Ray & Sakura: We got lost...

Egon: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

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Egon: You love me, right, Sakura?

Sakura: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.

Egon (Slowly hides the power drill behind his back): So no?

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Sakura (Answering a call): Ghostbusters, this is Sakura how may I help you?

Dana: Hi Sakura is Peter there? I need to talk to him urgently.

Sakura: Yeah he's here I'll get him for you.

Peter (Tiptoeing past Sakura & immediately getting grabbed by the collar of his uniform): I'm fucked aren't I...

Sakura: Yes, yes you are.

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Egon (Accidentally hitting Sakura with the proton wand)

Egon (Panics & trying to decide between saying 'I’m fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay')

Egon: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!

Sakura (Almost bursting into tears): W-What’s wrong with you?!...

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[Peter, Ray & Sakura on a bust]

Peter: We need a distraction.

Sakura: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

Ray (whispering): My time has come.

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Peter: I told Sakura their ears flush when they lie.

Ray: Why?

Peter: Look.

Peter: Hey Sakura! Do you love Egon?

Sakura (Covering her ears): N-No..

Ray: ...

Ray: YOU LIKE SPENGLER?

#ghostbusters #ghostbusters 1984 #peter venkman #ray stantz #egon spengler #ghostbusters egon #dr egon spengler #winston zeddemore #ghostbusters oc #self ship #self shipping #I hope I'm funny🥲#oc x canon

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your-nanas-house · 7 months

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Hey, been quite a while since I follow you, maybe almost a year. Can you maybe do a story of your liking about tate langdon?

Could be anything. Thank you!

Hello dear, thanks for following me! I don't think I ever wrote for Tate Langdon, though but I will try to write a small drabble. You're welcome, darling 🍓❤️

Warm water

◇ Pairing: dark!Tate Langton X older fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: SMUT, age gap (they are both adults), mention of cheating, dubcon, blindfold, ghosts, mention of reader being a mother.

◇ Summary: It was one of your rare free days since your last pregnancy and you had some time for yourself.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

It was a Sunday morning, you had woken up early to prepare breakfast for your children, Violet and the two twins Peter and Robbie, who were born a few months ago.

Your husband was still asleep in your bed when you got up and started your routine, luckily the children were also still in dreamland and stayed that way for a few hours.

The house came to life shortly after 9am, the children were in the kitchen eating while your husband was talking to your housekeeper, Miss O'Hara, before heading to his office and starting his usual sessions with his patients.

You were busy preparing your baby twins to notice that he didn’t even gave you the usual morning kiss, not that you minded that much though.

It was a busy day that day, the kids were going out, the twins to a baby party and Violet to her classmates for a sleepover so the house was all yours and your husband's.

Ben, your husband, usually worked till 6pm so you had most of the day just for yourself since miss O'Hara assured you that she would have cleaned herself the house.

Thats why you prepared a warm bath, filled with bubbles and an amazing perfume that you really enjoyed; you searched the perfect temperature before starting to slowly undress, getting ride of your pajamas as you watched yourself in the mirror.

A lot of things changed after your pregnancy and one of those was your body, you didn't mind it, it made you look like one of those hot milf but you missed sometimes the body you used to have— with this though you stepped in the warm water, lying slowly in the bubbles as you leaded your head back on the tub.

It was nice, the warm water was working its magic on your sore muscles and the sweet perfume of the soap you were using was putting you in a good mood— you were like lost in your own little world, your eyes closed and mouth slightly open as your scratched softly your own head to wash your hair.

It wasn't log after your alone time started that the door of the bathroom opened, someone moved closer to your relaxed body and blindfolded you without warning— the music went a bit louder but still low enough to make it relaxing but to cover every sound outside.

Thats when you felt his hand, touching first your legs and slowly up to your thighs making your back arch and hum since you thought that it was your husband

"Oh, darling—" you whispered, feeling long fingers slide inside of your waiting folds, curling and thrusting in a pleasurable way; something felt odd though, his fingers weren't like you remember them but you were too focused on the pleasure to mind it.

Even when your hands grabbed his board back as he thrusted his hard rock cock inside of you, starting to move slow but deep thanks to the warm water of the tub— there too, was something wrong.

He felt different, thicker and quite unexperienced, his thrusts were sloppy and his groans low and seducing. You were really loving it, expecially when the pace got faster, the water spilling out on the bathroom floor as your legs went on his shoulder and the blindfold fell in the water.

Your eyes met quickly Tate's one, his face was twisted in pleasure just like yours, his big rough hands were kneading your breasts while his hips snapped harder against yours.

Your back arched, your eyes got wide, and your jaw dropped at the sudden pleasure. You didn't manage to praise him or anything, the only thing that left your pretty lips before you reached your peak was his name

"Tate—"

After that, he disappeared, leaving you all alone in your warm bath and your sore abused pussy; the post-orgasm effects still there, clouding your mind.

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iamfruitie · 7 months

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Kinktober 2023 Day 4

Morning Sex

Marvin was enjoying the warmth of the bed, laying on his side and slowly beginning to wake up but letting himself stay where he was. He could also feel the warmth radiating off Jackie, swearing the man was a living furnace and probably didn’t even need a blanket during the middle of winter. The warmth also caused neither of them to wear clothing when they went to sleep.

He let out a soft giggle when he heard Jackie mumbling and made another giggle as Jackie rolled over and wrapped an arm around him. Marvin loved how strong of a hold Jackie had on him, how he easily moved him and hugged him to his chest. He adored these soft moments when it was just the two of them, no worries, no cares, only them and the comfort they brought each other.

Oh.

Marvin had adjusted to get more comfortable and felt something hard pressing against his ass, a fun little surprise that could turn into an extra fun morning.

“Jackie~” Marvin tilted his head back and sang.

“Huh?” Jackie’s voice was deeper than usual as he tried to get his brain to turn on.

“It seems a different part of you woke up before you did.” Marvin rolled his hips back and got a soft gasp from Jackie. “Would you like to start the day making me moan your name?”

“That does sound nice.” Jackie chuckled, kissing the back of Marvin’s neck. Marvin snapped his fingers and had the bottle of lube on the bedside table to float over and tap Jackie’s shoulder.

“Then get to it, darling~”

“I’m never going to get over you using magic to fetch the lube.” Jackie took the floating bottle, popping it open with his thumb and using the magic to his advantage to get some of the lube onto his palm.

“Good, means you’ll never get bored of me.” Marvin hummed, going to his stomach and trapping Jackie’s arm under him.

“Floating lube or not, you’re always the greatest part of my day.” Jackie kissed between Marvin’s shoulder blades as he coated himself with the lube.

“You’re too sweet.” Marvin nearly purred, spreading his legs and arching his back when he felt Jackie pressing against him.

“I try.” Jackie nipped at Marvin’s shoulder and slowly pushed in.

“Oh, don’t be gentle, baby,” Marvin tried to rock himself against Jackie but was stopped by a strong hand holding his lower back down. “Jackie.” He whined.

“Too early for that, Marvs,” Jackie whispered, kissing behind Marvin’s ear and rolling his hips into gentle thrusts.

“Fine~” Marvin got over his pout quickly as he felt Jackie holding him tighter as he kept his little thrusts going. “Just don’t stop.”

“Yes, sir.” Jackie tucked his face into the crook of Marvin’s neck, staying at the same pace, almost adding extra love and affection with each movement of his hips.

“Fuck~” Marvin moaned, placing his hand on top of one on his chest and tilting his head to the side. “Mornings always makes us so sensitive.” He commented with another little moan.

“It does.” Jackie agreed, finding himself wanting to go faster to chase that strong pleasure he was feeling, but kept himself together.

“I’m already-I’m already so close.” Marvin managed to lift his hips just enough to slip a hand under there, pressing his face to the pillow as he slowly stroked his cock, getting his hand to match Jackie’s hips. “Keep going, keep going~” He pleaded with a groan at Jackie squeezing his chest. “Such a good boy~”

“Sh-Shit. Marv-” Jackie felt the praise go through him, and he bit down on Marvin’s neck, cumming with a few sharper thrusts.

“A-Ah~!” Marvin tensed up and was cumming as well with a gasp.

“Sorry for the bite.” Jackie kissed the spot, seeing some slight teeth dents in the skin.

“Never apologize for giving me markings, honey.” Marvin giggled. “Now, how about we take a nice hot bath together?”

“With the lavender bubble soap?”

“Absolutely~”

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thenightmarketofdathomir · 2 years

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The Ritual - Darth Maul x Reader

Pairing: Darth Maul x Reader (AFAB Cis), Fanged God as Maul/Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 10,914 words Warnings: Edgeplay, Knife/Talon Play, Blood Play/Kink, Choking/Asphyxiation, Bondage, Degradation, D/s overtones, Sacred Sex/Heiros Gamos, P in V, Nightsister Magic, Revival of Ancient Dathomiri Culture/Customs, Alien Biology, Cybernetics in full effect (Robo Cock), Early Crimson Dawn Era, Deity Possession, no use of y/n Notes: For @grinningnexu 🖤❤️🖤

Summary:

The new Lord of Dathomir is set on reviving and bastardizing ancient traditions, and you, a Priestess, are intent on doing your job — no matter how off-putting he is.

There is only one rule you need to remember: the Gods must be appeased.

Excerpt below or Read the full fic at Ao3 >

Foreword —

Etched into the walls of the Red Grotto, stoic beneath the dripping walls and calcified creeper that drape the ancient parts of the cave system beneath the mountain, markings made by nimble Nightbrother fingers tell a story in pictures:

A zabrak descended from the cliffside, a crown of horns on his head, to be bathed in the springs by careful hands of his consorts, reborn and renewed after the hunt.

The drawings, etched in hydraatis acid, have withstood three millennia of change above, from witches to the Nightsisters to their Brothers’ reclaiming, and yet remain:

This is Dathomir, at its deepest heart.

And like the darkness that gathers here, where the whispers of ancient voices can still be heard when the waters are stirred, some things endure:

The ritual has never changed.

But the King will reign once more.

The Red Grotto, Dathomir —

There’s no one here.

That’s your first thought after tripping down the last set of spiralling stone stairs and nearly upending the tray of salts and oils and soaps you were tasked to bring into the bathing chambers, expecting his return from the westernmost swamps from a rancor hunt. As if anyone did that anymore. More ritual and pomp, you thought. Something to appease the halls full of guests from the syndicates because some traditions kept the kitchens staffed and everyone else fed, but —

No one expected he’d actually go through with that ancient Dathomiri custom: a rancor hunt to feed a full hall of people but also to demonstrate a Nightbrother’s prowess; his virility.

The thing is… you’ve heard rumours about him:

How he was split in half from the waist down years ago by an adversary in a battle that ended with his supposed death. He came back, didn’t he? Just like he came back to Dathomir after so many years.

You let out a breath, taking in the dripping walls overtaken by vines and leaves that appear to breathe and shiver in the dim brazier light; the enormous bathing pools of various temperatures fed by the springs, some steaming and murky, others cool and wafting mist. Only the patter of the waterfall on stone on the grottos edges settle your nerves. The sound is unending; a constant rainfall under the phosphor of glowworms clinging to the foliage draping from the ceilings.

It’s beautiful. Too quiet, almost, because you know the ichor has been restless since he got here. Too serene for its new owner.

Now here you are and here he isn’t.

The ‘him’ in question isn’t so much a man as he is a monster, or so his renown would suggest: the new leader and face of the Dawn who’d set up operations on his homeworld, along with a retinue who’d attend him, and all his little syndicate minions.

You took your occupation and the handsome pay that came with it with the understanding that your service required a combination of discretion, secrecy, and decorum. You’ve never met him. You’ve only heard the stories:

The Son of Dathomir is indifferent to the pleasures of the consorts the Black Sun brought with them, and he has no mind for leisurely decadence like dining or drinking or even bathing in the ceremonial waters below the mountain.

A King is still a king if only in name, you remind yourself. Even if he is a bloodthirsty monster.

You set down your tray. The bottles tink together, and you scrunch your nose at the luxury. You’re familiar with all of them: mixtures with various potencies to ease aching muscles and render someone euphoric, to cool the skin and to warm it, and a special salve made especially for legs built from durasteel: a mixture to ensure fluidity in the joints and protect it from the humidity.

You blended it yourself on the twelfth moon, with ingredients fresh from the apothecary in the Night Market. It’s perfect. It’s precious. Picking it up, the ointment coats the inside of the transparisteel, as thick and potent as the night you prepared it.

A little gift meant for someone half-cybernetic.

A token. A thank you. Not to curry favour, but…

Dathomir hasn’t been the same since he returned, you think.

In many ways, with so many new faces — laughter in the hallways and revels waking the daylight on so many evenings — it’s better. Different, but alive again.

Sighing, you replace the jar, thinking about wasted ingredients and wasted time.

Silly tokens.

Silly girl, you think.

This is stupid — this fear, this nervousness.

You were assigned a task for which you were prepared to do whatever necessary to appease the man, and were given leave for it, and he’s not here. You’ve hours at your disposal, and glaring up into the cavernous space of the grotto with your hands on your hips, you arrive at a decision as the damp seeps beneath your dress:

The grotto is ancient, and sacred, and private.

No one will disturb you here.

You might as well enjoy it...

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quirrrky · 2 years

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THE BOY NEXT DOOR 「05. ELEVATOR」

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𐑂 2.7k+ words 𐑂 Your new neighbor, Miya Atsumu, is everything you’ll never ask for. With his annoying good looks and equally irritating charm, how can you not resist the boy next door? 𐑂 neighbors, humor, enemies to lovers, fake dating, friends to lovers

You wanted to decline his offer, but you got no choice, so you ended up standing on his doorstep. You were checking if you had everything you needed in the small kit you had around your arm, when the door opened with Tsumu just fresh out of bath.

You dryly gulped. The strands of his hair were still dripping. Your eyes involuntarily travelled from where the droplet fell—right on his well-sculpted torso. A sight you just only saw in magazines.

"Did'ya wait long? I took a shower earlier to make room for ya." He busily adjusted the towel around his waist and you tried your best not to pay attention to the perfect V-line he's sporting.

Your eyes snapped on his face like there's no hot muscular man in front of you, but damn...he looked slightly prettier with his wet hair slicked back. Slight! It's just slight, okay? Nothing so special. You reasoned out to yourself.

"No, it's okay." It's definitely not! How could he just go out in the cold air half-naked like that in front of you. It's technically illegal!

"Come in," he invited, making space for you while you made sure you kept proper distance between the two of you.

You still couldn't believe it! You'd be in a small enclosed space with a half-naked guy. Worse, it's Atsumu! You knew he could get any girl he wanted with just a show of his sculpture-like physique.

Right at the moment you stepped inside his apartment, the artisan magic wore off. Forget about it. Forget about his hot and equally handsome face. His apartment was a living nightmare. It looked like a horror house in an amusement park. You wouldn't be shocked if there'd be a monster crawling out of nowhere.

"It's kinda messy." He said.

"Yeah..." I saw this coming. Kinda' was an understatement.

Atsumu wanted to hide somewhere or maybe the ground could swallow him now. Never in his life did he feel embarrassed about being so messy in his room, until today. There's just something about having you here that made him want to tidy his room up real quick, but it's too late now.

"Uh...about the bathroom." He interjected as you opened the door.

"I get it." You told him, expecting nothing less.

"I'll be inside my room. Just call me when you need somethin'" He said and went on his way while you entered his bathroom. In comparison to the rest of his apartment, this one's pretty decent.

You laid your things on the countertop, taking out your shampoo and soap first when you saw a cockroach that flew around. Your eyes widened. If there's another menace you seriously wanted to get rid of aside from the killer, and probably Tsumu, it's a cockroach. You swore, if it flew once more, you're gonna-

The cockroach fluttered its wings and you screamed! "Atsumu!" You ran out of the bathroom and, behind you, Tsumu rushed—worried about what happened to you.

You swung your head to face his direction. "There's a big cock-" Your eyes popped as his towel dropped right in front of you.

"Aaaaah!" You and Atsumu screamed as you sharply turned your head away. Your face heating up at what you just saw.

"Never mind, I'll just go inside." You said, hurrying inside the bathroom.

Atsumu ran inside his room in full panic. Why was he embarassed this way? He shouldn't be! Why should he? It's not like he didn't got any to boast down there. In fact, he should be prod but whyyy?

He quickly dressed up still feeling shy about the fact that you saw him naked. Darn it! He even screamed. He should've said something snappy like, Like what you're seeing? But no! He just screamed! He just fuckin' screamed.

You already started shower. You're probably washing yourself now. Darn! Stop it, Tsumu! He shouldn't be thinkin' of anything else. He shouldn't be thinkin' of you inside his shower bathing yourself naked just right after he flashed you his-

Augh! Atsumu went out of his room in frustration.

"Y/N...uh..." He hesitated, still red in the face. "I'll go grab somethin' at the convenience store just make sure you lock the door behind before you leave." He bade and ran away.

You sighed. Good grief. You were sure as hell you wouldn't know how to face him after what happened.

You looked at the calendar and saw that you'd be doing your general cleaning today. You sighed and remembered Atsumu's apartment, which led you to remember other things about him. You shook your head off. You haven't seen him since the other day. It was a weekend and you got the chance to take bath at the bathhouse during the morning.

You set the broom stick and dustpan aside, and tried pulling your couch. It didn't have a swivel castor so it elicited a loud noise as you tried to pull it. You heard a knock on your door and approached it.

You looked though your peephole and opened up, "Atsumu?"

"T'was noisy." He complained. You're starting to get used to him that he didn't get in your nerves too easily anymore.

"I'm cleaning and it's hard pulling the couch away from the wall."

"You coulda said it." He barged right in and you were just stunned at his intrusion. "I can be helpful, y'know?"

You sighed. "H-Hey, y-" You tried to tell him off, but he pulled the couch away with so much ease.

"Here's yer broom?" He pointed out and started cleaning up the area.

"Why are you doing this?" You asked, completely weirded out.

"Whattaya mean?" He replied.

"You can't even clean up your own room and now you're doing mine."

Atsumu gulped. Why was he being such a boy scout right now? "Ha! I'm more attentive when it comes to others."

"Okay?" I guess...

"Here ya go! Is there anythin' else?" He puffed his chest.

"N-Nothing." You said, disbelieving what's happening.

"Okay, I'mma head out. Just call for me in case you still need some help."

"Sure, thanks..." You said as he headed out.

Weird.

You were walking home after a day of shopping for needs. Covertly, you were talking with your best friend through your wireless earphones, when Atsumu spotted you.

"Y/N!" He called out.

You smiled at him but he went towards you.

"I gotta go." You told your friend before hanging up.

"Are ya goin' home?" Atsumu asked.

"Yes, but I'm planning to grab some dinner."

"How 'bout a ramen?" He mused, pointing at the nearest ramen shop on sight. "Let's go."

"What?" You asked in bewilderment.

"It's on me, c'mon." He slid his hands inside the pockets of his sweatpants as he walked ahead of you.

Still wondering, you followed his tracks and took his offer. You both keyed in your orders at the touch-screen ordering system before entering the shop.

"So, what made you treat me all of a sudden?" You asked as you both took a seat on the empty chairs.

"Well, what's wrong?" He asked, like nothing really mattered.

"Huh? Have you forgotten that I accused you of being a serial killer and even sprayed alcohol on your eyes?"

"Well, we just proved that I ain't the killer. I think that calls for a celebration."

You scoffed and light-heartedly poked, "Wow, how insensitive of you."

He just wiggled his brows. "Ha! If I told you that I'm naturally like this, you won't believe me anyway."

"Right, you're right." You confirmed.

Your order came in and your eyes widened in wonder upon seeing the chashu ramen you ordered. You looked like a little child who had seen a new toy of interest. Tsumu caught himself smiling at your reaction and he immediately gulped dryly. What was he doing?

He acted nonchalantly but the very moment you smiled and thank him, he found himself getting lost like a fool again. You started slurping your noodles and he just watched in amusement. He's again caught up in the way your cheeks started to flush due to the warm soup and your superbly happy reaction with the delicious ramen.

He started to chuckle to himself but instantly dropped it when he realized what he's doin'.

"Hey, is there somethin' wrong?"

Tsumu looked down and pretended to focus on his own bowl. "Nah..." He raised his head, putting on a nonchalant facade. "I just thought that you eat too much."

You paused from eating for a while and murmured, "You never say anything nice."

Tsumu was taken aback. It's not like he wanted to hurt you by saying that, but...What's happening? Why was he feeling so shitty for saying what's on his mind? Why was this bothering him? Why did he feel guilty everytime when it comes to you?

You two ate in silence. Atsumu really wanted to broke it, crack some jokes and engage in some lighthearted chat, but he became too wary that he might say somethin' offensive again. Plus, he couldn't really focus on eating when you're looking adorable-

Wait- Did he just think you're adorable?

The both of you headed out of the shop after finishing your ramen. You walked home and found him weird for not talking. Even inside the elevator! He seemed to be turning inwards as his expressions changed. The elevator reached your floor and you both stepped out.

"Are you...okay?" You hesitantly asked and he turned around, facing you.

"Huh-" Before he could even finish, you inched near him and placed a hand on his forehead. The air in his lungs got stuck and he felt his heart beat so fast and heavy. Was he nervous? He had never been nervous in his entire life. Then, if he ain't, what's....this?

"You don't seem to be sick or anything." You stated and he just stared at you blankly.

Coming back to his senses, he pouted and looked away. "I'm fine. I'm fine."

"You said so." You acknowledged and picked your keys up from your bag. "Good night!" You opened your door and recalled. "And oh! Thanks for the dinner."

"W-Wait..." Tsumu stopped you. He firmly shut his eyes, avoiding eye contact. "Garbage...hand me yer garbage so I can throw it with mine."

"What?" You were surprised. "Are you sur-"

"Yeah, yeah, just hand me the bag and I'll take care of it."

Your brows were knitted but you took the offer, going briefly inside your room and fetching the garbage bag you prepared for disposal.

"Why are you doing this?" You asked, giving him your garbage.

"It's late. We can't be too complacent with a serial killer around." He took the bag from you and said, "Night."

Bewildered, you just meekly replied, "Thank you," as he went to his room.

Was Atsumu not really sick? What's happening?

You set the thought aside until the next day came. Another day in the office where you had to endure your intolerable officemates and their drama. Though while you were having a downtime, you wondered about Atsumu's sudden change in personality.

You tried recalling when the change happened. It's when....he saved you from the killer. That brought you back to the memory. Your eyes widened in question. Come to think of it, how did Tsumu even know you were in probable danger back then? His shower wasn't broken. What would he do in the bathhouse? Let alone in the female's section, looking worried like there's something wrong happening?

Did Atsumu...Did Atsumu really go there for you?

In the days succeeding, he had been nothing but thoughtful, a very unlikely side of him you'd never thought you'd see. You smiled to yourself. It was really surprising to see that he could be caring and nurturing aside from being an annoying and irritating neighbor.

Your eyes caught a glimpse of the mirror and you saw your stretched lips across your face. You gulped and looked away. There's no way you'd be thinking of him in that way. it's not like you're having a...crush?

No way!

However...you couldn't discount, either, how much you appreciated the way he was with you lately.

Surprisingly, the day at work felt shorter as you anticipated going home. For no reason, at all. On the way back to your apartment, you saw a mini cheesecake that reminded you of Atsumu. Perhaps.. you could return the favor.

With a spring on your feet, you headed inside the elevator, finally having the cake in tow. Ha! How would he react when you'd give him this cake? You chuckled to yourself. The elevator opened and...

Atsumu was kissing a different girl in the hallway.

Your face fell.

He pushed the girl away and asked her to leave, but you didn't catch on that quite well as you ignored him and pretended that he didn't exist and headed inside your room.

You're wrong.

He's still the player you once loathed and you'd never be just one of his girls. Ever.

On the other hand, Atsumu panicked. He felt the strong urge to knock on your door and explain shit, but why would he do that? Why did you act like it's just nothin'? You ain't even fazed and affected like it's just...okay? Wait- Should you not be okay? Auuuuughhhh!

He's confused, angry and frustrated all at the same time. These mixed feelings were making him really agitated.

He was about to finally knock but he clenched his fist instead and rushed inside his home, grabbing his phone at the very instance.

"Samu, you traitor! Did ya tell mom my address?!" He angrily shouted as soon as his twin picked up the call.

"Woah...woah..mom found out?" He replied.

"Don't play dumb!"

"Cut it, Tsumu. I ain't really tellin' her anythin' and so what if she knew?"

In a loud whisper manner, Tsumu clapped back, "She sent one of those girls here!"

Samu laughed on the other side.

"Why can't she just send them to ya?" Atsumu complained.

"Because yer the older twin. You must get married first."

"Hey! It's just a few hours away."

"Well, those girls ain't a problem before. You even slept with some of 'em. What's so wrong now?"

Ha? They're the reason Atsumu transferred apartments. He wanted a fresh start away from his previous lifestyle, though he had a little bit of fun in his first days here.

"Was it li'l miss girl next door yer bothered about?" Samu teased from the other end.

"W-What?! What're ya talkin' about! Don't be silly, Samu!" There's no way! There's no way he could be this affected because of you when you didn't even budge seeing him being kissed by another girl.

"C'mon now! We're twins. Did 'ya forget? I know ya well."

"Damn! Stop it or I'mma hang up on ya."

Atsumu flopped on his couch. Setting you aside from the scenario, he must seriously stop his mom from sending him those girls or else this conflicting feelings he's having would just erupt.

Morning came and you went inside the elevator, Atsumu came outside his room. You quickly and repetitively pressed the close-doors button so he won't be able to catch up on you but he rushed and managed to get in.

"Mornin'" He greeted and you ain't glancin' his way. Back to zero, huh? "So what's this? Sudden change, huh? Is it because of the chic last night?"

You scoffed and shook your head.

"If yer jealous, just tell me if you wanna join."

"Your charm has no effect on me."

"So I do have a charm."

"Hahaha." You dryly laughed. "I didn't say that."

"Ha! You did. You just did!"

You rolled your eyes. "Whatever, that's all you've got anyway."

That's all? What do you mean that's all? Like he had no other qualities aside from being charming just as how others would perceive him? He expected more from you. He thought you're not like the other girls and that you would view him differently. Atsumu clenched his fist and dared, "Say that again?"

You looked at him and said with so much contempt—the kind of contempt he had never seen from the other girls he thought were like you, "All charm and nothing more."

You expected him to lash back at you and hurt you back with his words, but what you didn't expect were his lips now roughly captured yours. He pushed you so your back hit the wall. His strong body caged you in. You were about to push him away but his kiss turned soft and sweet. His hands cupped both sides of your face as he deepened the kiss and you involuntarily melt and surrendered.

The elevator pinged and the doors opened, prompting you both to part away. His eyes were half-lidded and yours were in use surprises as you two heaved in disbelief at what just happened.

I kissed her?

You kissed him?

𐑂 AN : Sooo very sorry for the delay. I just had my first week in my new job (after not having one for almost 2 years) Few adjustments and here we go! And my Iwa fic is postponed aughhh bc of my office stuff....tho I rly hope you like this chapter because this is rly fun to do! I’m excited to know what’s on your mind too! see you next chappie!

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