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sutorus · 6 months

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OFF TO THE RACES

DESCRIPTION: toji takes you to bet on one of his races.

PAIRING: toji x reader

WC: 1.9k

WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI. f! reader, afab terms, age gap, implied free use, heavy implied dubcon, in public, fingering (f! receiving), come eating (f!), crying, pet names (babydoll, honey, s!ut), heavy objectification

A/N: yes i grew up on ldr i love my (((strictly fictional))) old men sue me!

“you better start praying number four catches up soon, babydoll,” he whispers into your ear, snaking a hand around your waist.

a chill runs down your spine and your body rattles violently in response.

he had told you to dress up today.

how naive you were, thinking he’d just said that because it was a nice date, because the type of people that enjoy horse races don’t usually wear flip flops or show their midriffs.

if only you had known.

you’re trying to hide it, but you’re nervous.

you can’t help it, constantly sneaking sideway glances at the two imposing men who have been staring at you this entire time.

it would be an unbelievable situation, if it wasn’t toji. not for the first time, you wonder why you ever got involved with him.

the lip scar should’ve been enough of a warning. the intentionally vague answer he gave about his job should’ve been enough, the decades — plural — that separated you two should’ve been enough.

but he was a smooth talker. and he was good looking. and he made you feel safe, mostly because, well… who could be more dangerous than him?

that feeling has never been more prevalent to you than it is right now.

toji’s gaze follows yours, his fingertips sneaking under your skirt just barely.

“don’t look so spooked,” he instructs, and you swallow around the lump in your throat. toji laughs low, letting his head loll sideways on top of yours. “you scared of dick or somethin’?”

you hate this. you hate this so much. you hate the way your body’s responding to it the most.

the heat in your gut spreads all the way up to your cheeks, and you stop yourself from soothing your burning face with the back of your hands.

he’d told you not to draw too much attention. not to make any sudden movements. you thought it was because — you thought, you thought, you thought. but you were wrong.

you can’t decide if you can even blame yourself for that.

you knew toji was running out of money. you knew he was involved with some shady people.

but when in your wildest dreams could you have imagined he was planning on using you as a betting chip?

the disapproving click of his tongue pulls you from your thoughts, and your eyes lock dreadfully on horse number four.

it’s falling behind, number six stealing third place from it.

the heat inside you spreads further.

“if it’s any consolation,” toji says, conversationally. “i don’t think they’ll be too mean to ya.”

it reminds you of a nature documentary you watched, once. the gazelle, trying to act nonchalant, looking for an escape route, when faced with a pride of lions. a dangerous dance. and everybody knows who’s got the upper hand, there.

“not meaner than i am, at least,” he adds.

your shut your eyes tightly.

you haven’t even dared to look at them properly, at toji’s sponsors or loan sharks or whatever the hell they are.

you want to scream at him, at how embarrassing it is that they’re younger than him and richer than him, having fun at both of your expenses.

you realize suddenly that they’re not even here to watch the race. this place probably doesn't entertain them anymore, more of a chore than anything else.

they’re here to watch you, sweating and fidgeting on your seat with the knowledge that your body was theirs if the damn horse didn’t win.

a one in eight change.

god, you hoped it was toji’s lucky day.

you catch a glimpse of a wild, tall figure to the left of you, swaying in gleeful laughter as the horse falls to fifth place.

“let’s go home,” you grip the hand that’s resting on your leg in a last ditch effort.

it’s useless, of course.

toji’s jaw is tensed, every muscle tight in anger.

he doesn’t want this, either. he doesn’t like sharing you.

but then again, he doesn’t really care about you, does he? cares more about his money, at least.

your breathing starts to pick up, legs shaking in anticipation. in a way, you just want this to be over.

you’re so caught up in your dread that you don’t even notice toji’s fingers crawling up your thigh until his knuckles are grazing your clothed pussy.

your body immediately seizes up, your straightened spine glued to the back of your chair.

he gives a low, mean chuckle when he feels how wet you are.

toji rubs you there almost soothingly, and tears threaten to spill from your eyes.

your fists are clenched tightly on your lap, legs squeezing together in an attempt to — what? you don’t know.

stop him? encourage him? it doesn’t feel like it matters anymore.

toji shifts in his seat to face you, slipping the pads of his fingers into your panties. you huff, only able to watch the movement of his hand underneath your skirt.

he rubs lazy circles on your clit, eyes on your face and showing no emotion at all.

no remorse at all.

it feels good. it feels good and you hate that it does, that it feels good with him, that he can get you like this anytime, anywhere.

you bite down on your bottom lip when two fingers slide down, just teasing your entrance, gliding over your pussy.

your chest burns from the inside out with uneven breaths, and defeatedly, willingly, you spread your legs just a little bit.

you’re not watching the race anymore and you think that’s for the better. you focus only on toji’s veiny forearms as the muscles there work over and over with every stroke of his fingers.

someone clears their throat loudly and your legs kick out in shock.

an initial wave of panic washes over you but then you’re glad.

surely getting caught fingering your girlfriend at a horse race would get you kicked out, right? and then the deal is over, right? and then you won’t have to—

before you can even vocalize your thoughts, toji’s rolling his eyes and, with a sigh, settling back on his seat to face the race.

but his fingers don’t leave you.

no, he continues pumping them lazily in and out of you, thumb pressing down on your clit and rubbing little circles.

and that’s when you realize the sound had come from the left of you. from the men. not a horrified gasp, a dignified warning, no.

if anything, an entitled demand that toji stops blocking their view of you.

you wish you could cry right now.

instead, you tuck your chin into your chest as toji speeds up his movements, going a little faster, a little meaner. you swallow your wails, thighs shaking.

those men, they don’t look like they kill. they probably get other people to do that for them. you haven’t gathered a lot from your stolen glances but that much you’re sure of.

you know you’ll return home to toji. despite everything, you’ll run back to his arms, for better or for worse.

“you likin’ this?” he’s asking, like he doesn’t know the answer. “y’like that i bet your slutty little cunt on that rank, good for nothing horse?”

you let out a sob, chest lurching. he pumps his fingers in and out of you at just the right pace, hitting just the right patches despite how hard you’re squeezing around him.

“please…” you mewl, not sure what you’re asking for.

his thumb is relentless on your clit, rubbing it over and over again. your hips buck on their own, wanting more, more friction, more filling, more.

“you’ll get more soon, whore,” toji spits out like he can read your mind. there’s no point in hiding how much you’re enjoying this, being in public, being eyed hungrily like a prize, when toji knows your body so well.

it feels almost like he’s prepping you, physically and mentally, for what’s to come, and it makes you weep harder.

when a wave of astonished cheers break out in unison, it sounds miles away to you. all you can is the blood rushing inside your ears, toji’s huffed out breaths, the crinkle of bills being passed around from one hand to another.

you’re slow to notice the commotion is due to horse number four miraculously catching up, coming in at number two now.

dangerously close to first place.

it’s a rush, all at once, when toji turns your head to kiss you.

you come undone on his fingers, right then and there, whining crazed moans into his mouth. he groans when your cunt clenches, fluttering around his fingers as the last waves of your orgasm hit you.

if you focus hard enough, you can hear the shlick of his fingers lazily helping you ride out your high. you can’t help it but to let your head fall on his chest.

when toji pulls his fingers out of you, there are webs of slick in between them. you feel almost embarrassed, even more so when he brings them up to your mouth quickly, pushing in between your lips with ease.

you suck efficiently to clean him up and toji hums in approval, petting your hair.

there’s an instant where you two look in each other’s eyes and that’s all there is, your fucked out brain forgetting everything except for his touch.

“ahh,” then a merry voice breaks you out of your trance, its owner casting a shadow over both your bodies as he stands in front of you. “i hate to ruin the moment, really, but…”

the man points his thumb over his shoulder.

the race is over.

horse number four came in at fourth place.

how fitting.

his partner approaches and there’s no denying it, they’re extremely attractive. individually, yes, but maybe even more so together, side by side, looking like opposites who came together due to being... likeminded.

but still. are they really going to—

“collect,” the other one says, sternly, with his hands up like he’s a good guy. “satoru. we’re just here to collect. no need to rub salt in the wound.”

toji chuckles, but you catch the way his shoulders tense.

“hey, a deal’s a deal. but no wounds here,” he looks at you briefly before squinting up at them. “doubt you two kids can do half the damage.”

that i can is left unsaid. you fight hard to keep the horrified look off your face.

toji was already pimping you out to these random men, essentially. did he have to provoke them, too?

you resent the fact that the dread in the pit of your stomach isn’t big enough to push away the arousal growing next to it.

there’s another reason why you and toji fit so well together, after all.

the taller one — satoru — laughs, and this one’s genuine.

he reaches out tentatively, as if he were petting a stray cat, and twirls a piece of your hair around his finger.

toji looks at him in understanding, in agreement.

when he doesn’t react any further, satoru’s finger trails down to your lips, still glistening wet. he traces them, jutting his own out in a pout.

“she better be worth every penny you cost us, zen’in.”

toji smirks.

you notice the other man, the one with black hair and a bun, is hard in his tailored slacks.

you swallow down the last of your sobs.

“oh, she is," toji's hand gives your thigh a departing tap. "i might have shit taste in horses but i know how to pick my sluts."

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irishmammonagenda · 3 months

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MC's magic going wrong 😱😰

or right depending on ur outlook on life ig

warnings: swearing, mentions of death (extremely brief and only notioned towards), physical affection

You hadn´t thought much of it at first when you got back to the human realm. Everything went back to normal. Or as normal as it could be.

Your mother and father sobbed when they saw you, stating how they though´t you were lying in a ditch somewhere in the stretching countryside. You´d lied, told them you were away on a residency based apprenticeship, that you were sorry for worrying them. Your siblings showed signs of worry you never thought they were able to feel for you. Thus you were being babied for a month or so.

That´s when it started.

At first, it was more corvids at the bird feeder in your garden than usual. Then it was stray cats. Then inexplicable black and white feathers dusting your clothing and hair.

Your mother smiled picking out the ivory feather from the confines of your unbrushed hair, "Oh! Your guardian angel´s been watching over you!" she says playfully, an old wives´ tale, nothing too serious.

You tense for a moment, before laughing with her. "Well I´ll take it as a good sign." Stupid old wives being the smartest people.

At first it was easy to brush off.

Then your father started getting lucky, he hadn't been one to gamble persay, putting a few coins in on a bet for the horse racing or the football was a regular occurrence, sometimes he won,sometimes he didn't. The difference of a few silvers, a share bag of sweets basically, made no real strain on your belts. But now, he was winning left right and center. Winning amounts that shouldnt be possible based on the amount he input.

Though, after you woke up to cats and corvids staring at you unblinkingly, in your room, with a few flies and insects on the walls, and your bedsheets covered in feathers and scales of all colours and sizes, enough was enough.

You were going to give those nerds a piece of your mind.

After shooing the animals out, (making sure to pet the cats), you picked up a lipstick, and channeled your pact magic before drawing a circle with various symbols on the floor,

You stilled, "Ah, shit. I dunno how to do this, i mean half of those symbols are angry faces and squiggles...." but ever the theatre nerd, you improved.

"I, MC, call upon the power of my pacts with the Avatars of Hell! and, using their power; a portal to the Devildom shall open for me!"

And a portal did open for you. Unfortunately, not to the best place. As you travelled through the time pocket you ended up stumbling once you made it to the other side, the stumble turnt into a tumble turnt into a fall. Unluckily for you, the thing you fell on was toned flesh and chuckling heartily, you were in Diavolo's lap.

"It's great of you to drop by MC!" He says, his massive hands pulling you further into his frame.

You cover your face with your hands, now noticing the various other nobles in the council room who are staring at their Prince, attempting to mask the fact their jaws are going to hit the floor.

Atleast the Brothers weren't there, but Barbatos' half polite smile half smirk and Diavolo whispering various playful musings of, "Did you miss me that much little human, we missed you too.", and "Summoning a portal illegally into the Demon Lord's castle and onto the Demon Princes lap...tututut." almost made the brothers seem like a mercy....

...almost.

You couldn't tell if this was a win or a lose.

#obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me imagines #obey me mc #obey me diavolo #obey me brothers #obey me #diavolo x reader #obey me crack #obey me fluff

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blorbocedes · 10 days

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Why is there such intense sexual tension between gp and max

I really think the meat of the dynamic is max can trust him to be honest with him, and in turn max can be his most unfiltered honest self.

the driver and race engineer dynamic is a very intimate one. if you think of the car and the driver as the horse, the raw power that wins the races, then your race engineer is your rider -- calm and firm in guiding you to victory. f1 is a huge team production, each driver has a whole factory of people behind him making sure everything goes smoothly. but during the race the driver's only direct connection to the team is the voice in his ear, relaying strategy, warning them of other cars and track limits, encouraging them and even admonishing. this is the man you trust with your life, literally, coming out of blind spots like out of the monaco tunnel and trusting your engineer to tell you whose behind you.

with max and GP, GP's been his race engineer since 2016. that's a very long time and a very long relationship. max is obviously redbulls golden boy and literally everyone's job in the team is to keep him happy, from his tp to helmut it's all praise (and he's doing an outstanding job to get it), but GP in a way is the only person who isn't and by the function of his job can't be a yes man to max. he has to relay him the truth. you'll see GP isn't often impressed by max, and even bets against him making pole. The guy who knows your data and braking points and how you keep crossing over track limits isn't gonna be too impressed by you even if you're god's gift to racing. He makes max earn his post race praise. He's even curt, and outright direct when max is whining on radio. Likewise, max knows he can be aggressive in high pressure situations, yelling at him to not talk to him in the braking zone and that GP can take handle him. There's trust in that too. And if he feels he went too far, he will sheepishly get GP ice cream post race. Their dynamic on radio is one that makes us the viewers we're witnessing a couple having a domestic tiff. that's because GP gives back as good as he gets. He doesn't coddle max, if max makes the wrong call then GP will call him out on it. my favourite radio is when max was yapping why didn't we do etc etc and GP was straight up do you want to switch jobs? how about you do your own next lap.

this is the man you can be your worst self in high stress situations to and he will take you as you are. that's basically a marriage.

obviously despite all the headache max causes, GP loves working with him. he literally said max is the driver he wants to retire with. he has a photo with max in his living room, instead of his wife 😭 likewise, max literally has a clause in his contract that he gets GP. max is someone who is loyal to a fault and GP's been with him since his very first f1 win. that's his emotional regulator baldie.

the sexual tension comes from the fact that GP is 17 years older than him and max wants to get rawed by him 🧑🏻‍🦲❤️😋

#max/GP #max verstappen #gianpiero lambiase #drivers and their engineers #blorbocedes ask

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judasgot-it · 3 months

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Hold Me Tight (and Don't Forget Me)

Scenario: Dazai takes you out on a date the day he's arrested. Slight Warning for Jouno being an ass.

Hold Me Tight - BTS

1.3 k word count

Blue skies and perfect weather - the worst, because that meant that today would be the perfect day before Dazai would ruin it once again.

It was a strange feeling to have. It was too peaceful, like a flock of seagulls waiting to be chased.

There was nothing wrong. And that was what was wrong with it.

"Dazai. Did you do something?"

You knew it was impossible to ask Dazai these questions and get an honest answer - your ability didn't work on him, so it was only a force of habit to want to interrogate him.

In response, he only smiled, like a cat that was too high for the barking dog. It made your skin bristle every time, but today he was handsy - he smoothed down your sleeves, easing your nerves with a gentle touch.

"I didn't do anything that you need to worry about. We're supposed to be focused on us, remember?"

His grin was honest, almost charming. He sipped his coffee rather loudly to make his point, drinking as if to remind you with force that you were in a diner, not at the Armed Detective Agency.

"Well, yes. But I know you, and you're only hiding the inevitable. You can tell me Dazai, we are dating."

It was weak to pull a card like that with him, but it was always worth a shot anyway. As if dating would make a difference in how Dazai acted.

The man was a mystery, sitting in front of you in his casual attire - nicer because for once, he had washed them for this occasion. He looked put together as well, hair nicely done and his face looking as a man in his younger 20s should.

He typically looked a little disheveled, hidden behind his charisma but noticeable with anyone who cared for appearances. A good smile managed to hide a lot of things, and for once you didn't need to think about it.

In your mind, you knew that something was wrong from this. The last time he had taken you out like this, he had known he would almost die from an ability user, and it was his apology beforehand.

The strange sense of doom was disconcerting; but so was Dazai's cold skin. He was always bouncing so quickly between temperatures as if he were a broken heater - but being cold? On such a warm day?

"I know we are. Just enjoy yourself babe, can't you do that for me?"

His smile was warm, enough to reach his chestnut eyes - treated with a light varnish from the sunlight penetrating the windows. Whatever warmth his body did have, he must have given it to you through that smile, because now you felt just a little hot.

"I don't like you sometimes."

You averted from his gaze, still holding onto his hand despite this. Dazai didn't say anything, his fingers gently tracing patterns along the hair on your wrists.

"Your face says otherwise. Looks like you're loving my company."

He leaned in closer, careful of your plates, pulling your face to match his. It was easier to kiss him than to say you had lost.

But still, something was wrong.

Dazai kissed you as if he would walk out like this was his last dinner. It wasn't hungry and yet it wasn't polite - it was desperate and it felt like an apology for a crime he hadn't even committed yet.

Or maybe one he already had.

It was only the middle of the day when Dazai had decided that a good way to spend your time would be horse betting.

Gambling seemed like an odd place to have a date, but it hadn't been the worst one of his ideas. At least it was outside, and it made for good conversation - even as he insisted on staying as close to the crowd as possible.

Dazai had thrown around some big money - enough to make you worried he was going to actually kill himself tonight.

He was just...strange. As the races had gone on, he had become more and more nervous, fumbling with his pockets and becoming a sort of weird handsy with you - as if you wouldn't notice the strange clamminess his skin had become.

Cold and sweaty, a strange feeling on Dazai.

You were left stuck in deep thought as you stared at the pale white horse Dazai had bet on, a bold '9' staring right back at you.

"Excuse me"

A soft and polite voice had broken you out of your thoughts, forcing you to look away from the race - you had won, and a little bit of relief was felt knowing that Dazai was at least lucky enough to have not blown his last three paychecks on horse racing.

"Would either of you happen to know who won this race?"

His eyes were closed, while his smile seemed...off. Your ability was near constant in your mind, and you could feel how wrong this man was. He didn't really care which horse won that race.

"Number 9 won." In your silence, Dazai responded for you, smiling as if this were an idle conversation. He hadn't seemed to notice the scheming mask the man wore, like a fox ready to jump for the canary.

"So you won then, right? You seem quite pleased with yourself after all."

"Wow! How'd you know all of that?"

You tried to lean closer to Dazai, almost feeling how wrong the man was. It was almost like he knew something you didn't, and it was disturbing to you. His smile practically was still friendly, nothing wrong. But it felt almost as cutting as a knife.

"After I had lost my sight, I had gained new senses - I can hear your heart rates, smell your fear, and even feel your future in my back pocket."

Swiftly, the man had handcuffed himself to Dazai, revealing a pair of sharp canines behind his wicked smile.

"And I know that you, Osamu Dazai, are going to be arrested for 138 counts of conspiracy to murder, 312 counts of extortion, and 625 counts of assorted fraud. I could keep going, but I feel like your fiancé has heard more than enough."

Dazai turned to you, his face paler than the cumulonimbus clouds that towered the sky behind you. By his expression alone, you could tell he had no idea that this would happen.

"Wait, hold on-"

You held onto Dazai's arm desperately, reaching for the handcuffs that were beginning to tear him apart from you. This felt like a dream turning into a nightmare, and that you were running too slow.

"I'm a Hunting Dog. I know more than enough about you as well, and your ability should have told you that I'm not a liar like Mr. Dazai here."

Maybe that was why he felt so off. It was more than just the way he said horrible things - over 100 counts of murder, with complete and utter truth.

"Y/n."

Dazai looked back at you with a solem look. There were so many emotions in your head, that you could only focus on the words that had come out of his mouth.

"I love you. Don't forget that, okay?"

Abruptly, you felt him pry your fingers off of his jacket, and look back to the Hunting Dog who had arrested him.

"There's no chance of escaping you, is there?"

"Even if you're hiding in the crowd, I would just kill them. I can take liberties with human life. I can kill your darling too, if you don't start walking."

Numbly, you watched as Dazai left. As if it were a dream, you were stuck in place, unable to chase after him and tell him to stop and even explain how the hell he had gotten into this situation.

You hadn't even gotten the other man's name, not so you could curse him out for taking your love away. There wasn't even the chance to scream.

It was a horribly numb feeling, stuck there in that moment, watching as Dazai walked further and further away from you.

Sorry, had this idea for a while. I was gonna use this song for Jouno, then Nikolai, then GOJO but ended up being a depressing Dazai fic once again....sigh.

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x y/n #dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai x y/n

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daisynik7 · 8 months

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I’ve had this in my head for awhile

“promiscuous” by Nelly furtado for Toji Fushiguro- smut

Promiscuous

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!reader

Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~2.0k

cw: p*rn without plot, smut – PIV sex (doggy), degradation, public sex, nipple play, fingering, sex without a condom, spit play, daddy kink, breeding kink, cream pie

Summary: You’re a waitress working in a ramen shop at the racetrack. There are always the regulars that come in during the odd hours of the day, killing time with a bowl of ramen or takoyaki, waiting to either win or lose. Toji Fushiguro is one in particular that catches your eye. When he continues his losing streak, you decide to cheer him up in the only way you know how.

Author's Note: Thank you for the request for the y2k karaoke party my lovely @batafuraikisu! I love you so so much, you’re always so sweet and so supportive of me! I hope you like this one for your man Toji! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, thank you for reading! MDNI banner by @/cafekitsune.

It’s noon on a Tuesday morning. A gun fires off in the distance, signaling the start of the next race. The regulars you’re used to seeing gather around the monitor, watching as the horses they placed their bets on gallop around the track. Ken, one of the cooks behind the counter, rings the bell; a fresh order of chicken karaage is ready to serve. You stack it on a tray, balancing it as you walk to the dining area, waiting for the race to end, knowing everyone’s attention is on the finish line.

When horse number #4 eventually crosses, followed by #1, then #3, most of the men groan, tossing their crumpled tickets into the nearby trashcan. Goro, a retired grandpa you’ve befriended throughout the years, pumps his fist in the air victoriously. “I knew Prince could do it! Wahoo!”

You smile at him, setting the food down at his table. “Congratulations!”

He pats your hand gratefully, snapping his chopsticks in two, popping a piece into his mouth. “Thank you, dear. Please ask Ken to make three more orders for me.” He points his thumb to the others, moping in their seats, some taking long drags of their cigarettes. “Figured these losers could use a little treat.”

Giggling, you respond, “Coming right up.”

On your way back, you notice a familiar figure slumped in his seat, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. Toji Fushiguro is a new regular from the past few weeks. He’s significantly younger than the others, and also undeniably attractive. Naturally, you take an interest in him. It’s rare to find someone with his muscular stature around here, considering the usual crowd consist of middle-aged men with beer bellies or elderly fellows hunched over from old age. While you never minded these type of men before, it was a pleasant change of scenery to see someone like Fushiguro grace you with his presence.

Behind the counter, you add an order of takoyaki, hoping to lighten up his mood. It’s obvious his horse didn’t win. He’s been this way for the past two weeks, continuously betting on the wrong one, none of his choices even placing. When the food is ready, you pass it out to the depressed men smoking in the corner, who wave at Goro in thanks. The friendly old man joins them, trying to lift their spirits by offering a round of drinks. Everyone in the restaurant is gathered together because misery really does love company. Well, except for Toji.

You approach him consciously, remembering that you’ve only ever exchanged a few words with each other, whenever he would place his order. Silently, you slide the food over to him until he notices it. He peeks at you with one eye open, glancing at the little plate of octopus balls in front of him. “I didn’t order this.”

“It’s on the house,” you say, smiling.

Glaring at you, he responds, “I don’t need your pity.”

Yikes, you think, standing your ground. Not quite backing down just yet, you explain, “It’s not pity. Consider it thanks for always supporting our business. You’re a regular now.”

He crosses his arms over his chest, studying you thoroughly. “So, this isn’t because I’ve been sulking here for the last two weeks, right?”

You shake your head. “Nope. Absolutely not. But if you really don’t want it, I’m sure Goro and the others will happily eat it for you – ”

“I’ll eat it,” he interrupts, pulling it towards him, finally relaxing.

You smirk. “Great. Have a good meal.” Your gaze lingers on him for a second longer before you turn on your heel, leaving.

Just barely do you hear him mutter a quiet, “Thanks.”

~~~

The next day, Toji is back, nodding at you as he walks into the establishment. This is the most he’s acknowledged you personally before, and part of you feels a sense of accomplishment. As if you’re slowly getting through to him.

Throughout the morning, he sits in his usual seat, watching race after race, groaning at the end of each one. He’ll rush out of the shop only to return minutes later with a new ticket in hand. It’s a sad cycle that continues past lunch, still no luck.

Your coworker is serving him today, so you haven’t said a thing, a bit nervous that he might snap at you for “pitying” him again. However, you’ve been exchanging knowing glances here and there; you can tell he’s watching you, and you don’t mind it. Not at all.

After setting down a table full of ramen bowls for a particularly cheery bunch of winners, you brush past him, his hand grabbing your wrist firmly to stop you. “Hey.”

You face him, alarmed and excited at the sudden contact. “Hello,” you say, stepping towards him.

He doesn’t let go, eyes scanning you up and down. You swallow nervously, not quite sure what to do or say. “Do you need something?”

It takes a beat for him to respond but he does, smirking. “I do, actually. I need some pity.”

You crack a smile, teasing, “Oh, so now you want my pity. What do you want? Karaage? Another takoyaki?”

“I’m not really hungry for food right now.” His grip tightens around your wrist, electricity radiating from his touch straight to your chest, sending your heart racing.

Normally, you wouldn’t do this type of thing, but you can’t help yourself: you’re far too curious to let an opportunity like this go to waste. Mouth grazing his ear and as confidently as you can muster, you whisper, “My shift ends in an hour. Think you can be patient until then?”

His grin widens, teeth showing like a predator who has set their sights on its prey. “Sure. I have a feeling this will be worth the wait.”

~~~

As expected, Toji remains seated in the same spot until you’re done. When you start to approach him, he stands up, ready to follow wherever you lead him. You wave goodbye to Ken and your coworker, who stare at the two of you curiously. Ken even yells out your name, asking, “What are you up to?!”

Ignoring the question, you walk briskly down one of the corridors towards the exit. Toji trails just behind you, not speaking. You turn into one of the single vacancy bathrooms you usually use, pulling him inside with you, locking the door with a loud click.

His back is pressed to the door, staring at you, cocky. “Impatient, aren’t we?”

“Shut up,” you say, clutching his collar, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. He chuckles into your mouth, tongue swiping yours, hands arounds your waist. They slide below your ass, squeezing your flesh between his large fingers. You moan, dragging your lips down his neck, sucking on his skin.

His thumbs hook on the waistband of your jeans, tugging you closer to him. The bulge in his sweatpants is throbbing and hard against you as you grind your body on his, eager for more. He hums. “And here I was thinking you’d be nervous around me. Who would have thought you’d be so promiscuous?”

You laugh, your hands gliding under his shirt, fondling his muscular body. “Are you that surprised? I don’t offer pity takoyaki to just anybody.”

“Lucky me,” he smiles, nipping at your bottom lip.

Soon, you’re both stripped naked, clothes tossed hastily onto the floor. He licks his lips as he studies your figure, hands roaming your body, pinching at your nipples all perky and hard with arousal. He flicks his thumbs across them, asking, “You like having your tits played with?”

You nod, watching hazily as he bows down, lips near your breasts. “Good. Feed them to me.”

You obey, squeezing one in your hands, guiding it into his mouth. He puckers his lips around the sensitive teat, sucking until you whine with pleasure. You pull out of him slowly, releasing you with a loud pop. He does the same with the other side, suckling on your nipple until it’s plump and aching with arousal.

“Think you’re wet enough for me?” he growls, reaching for your throbbing clit, flicking it with his fingers. “Bet I can make you wetter.”

“Then do it,” you moan, grinding against his hand. “Fuck me with those fingers.”

His eyes widen, two beefy fingers sliding into your entrance, stretching you out. “Fuck, you’re bad. So ready to get finger fucked by a total stranger. Nasty slut.” He sticks his tongue in your mouth, slobbering all over you as he pumps his digits in and out of your pussy, rubbing his thumb on your clit. After several more strokes, you come for him, gushing around his fingers until they’re coated in your slick.

“Shit,” he swears, letting you ride out your orgasm on his palm, thumb still circling your bud. “It’s real creamy now. Perfect for my cock.” He pulls out, stroking his dick with his wet fingers, spreading his own precum around the tip. “Bend over for me, sweetheart.”

You’re needy and desperate for him to fill you up now, obedient to his every command no matter how crudely he spits it out to you. In this moment, you’re nothing but a cock sleeve for Toji, waiting to be stuffed full. So you follow his orders, bending over with your hands flat against the wall, sticking your ass out for him. He smacks it, watching with mirth as your skin jiggles from his harsh touch. He nestles his cock between your cheeks, grinding it against you. “Goddamn, that’s sexy,” he growls, spitting into his palm, lubricating his shaft with his saliva. “Do you want it?”

“Yes,” you breathe out, anticipating. “Give it to me.”

“Tell daddy exactly what you want,” he coos, slapping your bottom once more, teasing the tip up and down your folds.

“Fuck, I want daddy’s big cock inside me!” you cry out, thrusting yourself onto him, his dick sliding smoothly inside you.

He laughs, gripping your hips tightly as he starts to thrust. “Yeah, you want daddy’s cock pounding this wet pussy, huh? Look at you swallowing me up. Fucking whore.”

The degradation only spurs you to throw your ass back onto him, fucking you deeper and deeper until your knees are wobbly, legs shaky. He rails you harder, spreading your cheeks apart to watch his dick disappear with each plunge. “This pussy was made to be bred. You want my cum inside you? Ask for it. Beg for it.”

“Please daddy! I want your cum!” you plead, unashamed. Really, whatever figurative chokehold this man has on you is outstanding. To have you begging for his seed, desperate to be stuffed with his load, it’s concerning and riveting all at the same time.

“Louder,” he demands. “Let the whole racetrack hear how much you want daddy’s cum.” He reaches around to stimulate your clit, massaging it between his thick fingers.

“Give me all your fucking cum, daddy!” you moan, choking on your own spit, drool trickling out the sides of your mouth. It’s pointless now to deny how fucking cock-drunk you are for him. Useless to save face when you were already so blatant about seducing him from the start. All you can do now is comply and hope that none of your coworkers can hear you screaming from the other side of the wall.

“Yeah, that’s what I want to hear,” he purrs, flicking your bud rapidly. “You’re going to get all this fucking cum.”

He comes as soon as you tighten around him with your second orgasm. He doesn’t stop stimulating your clit until he empties his load inside you. Slowly, he pulls out, marveling at the lewd sight of his cock coated in cum. “Fuck,” he mutters, continuing to gaze at the mess the both of you made.

You gradually come to your senses, carefully picking your clothes up from the floor. When you’re fully dressed, he steps to you, cupping your cheeks in his hands, kissing your forehead. “Are you working tomorrow?”

With a weak smile, you respond, “Yes.”

He grins back, brushing your lips with his thumb. “Good. See you then.”

~~~

The next day, coincidentally, Toji’s horse places first, ending his miraculous losing streak. After collecting his winnings, he waits for you until your shift is done, waving the earnings in his hands, smiling. “Guess I got myself a good luck charm now,” he says, winking at you. “Want to make me a winner again?”

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leclerc-s · 2 months

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struggling to survive netflix

series masterlist

rhys jones word of advice: DO NOT watch season 6 of drive to survive.

max jones-verstappen you watch that crap?

rhys jones i couldn't sleep, it dropped, so i watched it. worst mistake of my life.

rhys jones i can't believe i was at several races and ryan made it onto the show before me.

esteban ocon oh yes, i forgot about that.

isabella perez someone tell charles they made him out to be the villain.

natalia ruiz just like max in season 1.

charles leclerc i did nothing wrong all season but have shitty luck.

dulce perez monza. charles leclerc i may have done one thing wrong.

rhys jones max went from being the formula 1 villain to being comedic relief.

max jones-verstappen i bet there was no mention of my win streak

isabella perez in the last fifteen minutes but only because christian mentioned it.

charles leclerc can i enter my villain era now?

pierre gasly do you even know what that is? charles leclerc je t'emmerde connard

rowan todd WHITE HORSE?? CONEY ISLAND?? WITH MAE?? ARE YOU TWO TRYING TO KILL US??

daphne jones-ricciardo 😁😁 mae jones-verstappen 😁😁

isabella perez CONEY ISLAND?? YOU SANG CONEY ISLAND?

isabella perez THIS IS FUCKING WORSE THAN LOSING MIRRORBALL!!

max jones-verstappen to be fair i lost seven to fucking pittsburg of all places.

rhys jones jokes on you guys, my song still safe.

daphne jones-ricciardo and what song is that rhys?

rhys jones thug song

daphne jones-ricciardo of fucking course it is.

alex albon crossing my fingers for monologue song next!

george russell charles cried when daphne sang this is me trying as a surprise song. i have a picture of it.

bailey winters one could say you "have it printed out" george russell hilarious bailey. bailey winter this is why lewis decided to leave mercedes, because you're dry as fuck george russell TOO SOON BAILEY!! TOO SOON!!

isabella perez sylvia just got me in trouble. apparently it's not good to speak out against netflix.

dulce perez i think it's more so because you spoke out in favor of a driver from a rival team and not that you spoke put again netflix. natalia ruiz i didn't get in trouble? charles leclerc it was probably the oscar part and not the netflix part isabella perez i got told by fred that it was okay??? just no spilling company secrets.

carlos sainz she probably just doesn't like you.

isabella perez wow.

lando norris to be fair, you are quite annoying. i get it.

dulce perez only i get to call her annoying kermit the frog

lance stroll we should wait until the next season for more drama. that's when it'll be good because of a certain someone breaking f1 twitter.

lewis hamilton talking about me? mick schumacher don't forget the secret contract lengths! esteban ocon and silly season!!

freya vettel i was fully expecting them to make oscar and lando to look like enemies. they've done it before.

isabella perez we should make a drinking game out of dts!! anytime d*nica shows up on screen we take a shot.

zoya torres we'd end up blackout drunk. george russell alternative, take a shot everytime will buxton says something funny. max jones-verstappen or anytime they make teammates who get along look like enemies. mae jones-verstappen you seriously still bitter about the daniel thing? max jones-verstappen YES! WE WERE NEVER ENEMIES!!

esteban ocon netflix doesn't know that friendships and rivalries can exist on the same scale.

rowan todd doesn't help that pierre said, "we'll never be best friends."

rhys jones i'm surprised they haven't brought in the nepotism card yet.

mick schumacher they did.

rhys jones i avoid that episode to not cry and charles' episode in season 1

isabella perez oh, same! we're very emotional people. i also avoid daniel's episode in season 5. and i can't stand otmar.

oscar piastri mood. esteban ocon same. pierre gasly you're lucky you didn't have to work with the guy. lance stroll welcome to the club

sebastian vettel any mention of my bee corner?

isabella perez no, and the people are upset. they wanted more of seb's buzzin' corner

logan sargeant he got the logan treatment, completely forgotten.

oscar piastri that's not funny mate.

alex albon lily and i are working on getting rid of his tendencies to degrade himself.

max jones-verstappen how's that working for you two so far? alex albon not well as you can see

daphne jones-ricciardo we have a new set of grid parents!

daniel jones-ricciardo GO TO SLEEP!

daphne jones-ricciardo shh! i just got to episode 3.

fernando alonso my favorite episode is episode 1.

max jones-verstappen ARE ALL OF YOU WATCHING IT?

lewis hamilton i wanted to see how they foreshadowed my move to ferrari. mae jones-verstappen daphne dragged me into this. daphne jones-ricciardo LIAR! IT WAS YOUR IDEA! george russell i wanted to see how i evolved through the season

max jones-verstappen i guess i should watch it.

daniel jones-ricciardo i promise you won't regret it.

12 hours later

max jones-verstappen you're a fucking liar daniel jones-ricciardo. i regret it so much.

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May I request a Dorm leaders (+vice dorm leaders) x horse girl! Reader. Basically back in Readers world there’s horse girls that they attend an academy, where they study and train to be the best horse girl there is (Idea from Uma Musume pretty derby a sport anime.) And reader is one of the fastest and called “The Black Assassin” there race outfit resembles gothic lolita. How would the characters react to seeing them on the track and out speeding everyone easily. watch the Uma musume races on yt.

What in the actual fuck is this request?? And what in the actual fuck is this anime??? And why does it look good????

Ortho’s is platonic, obviously, as I included him here even though he’s not a Vice Housewarden.

Riddle Rosehearts watched in surprise as you broke the NRC record and even the RSA record for fastest person running on the track. Sure, it could be because of your horse-like features and training from your previous school, he reasoned. That aside, he enjoys your rather quiet personality, as it gives him a break from the usually obnoxious dormmates he had to deal with every single day.

Trey Clover had seen a video that went viral on Cater’s magicam page of you outrunning every single athletic student in NRC. He was surprised that a shy person like yourself had that in you, but to be fair, it’s always the quiet ones that have some unique skill or quirk that makes them special. He made sure that you ate after so that you could regain your energy, though.

Leona Kingscholar was surprised at how you rose up to the challenge when one of the Second Years in his dorm got a bit too prideful in how fast he was running during Spelldrive practice. What further surprised him was how you proceeded to leave said Second Year in the dust quite literally. It was very impressive to the lion, and it actually made him wake up.

Ruggie Bucchi has already made a bunch of horse-related puns, but none of them were too harmful. There was one time where he had stolen something from one of the richer students and you were shocked at what he had done, and in a moment of panic you grabbed his hand and sprinted the other way. You might as well have been carrying a flag because he was just waving in the wind behind you.

Azul Ashengrotto may or may not have made a bet on the wrong horse when reviewing the stats of the students during the Spelldrive tournament. You were the quickest and most agile player on the field, and he was sitting in the stands just watching in pure surprise as you were scoring goal after goal. Of course, he also noted that it might be because you were a horse beast-person, but maybe it could be of good use to him…

Jade Leech also watched from the stands, and he was the one who made the 5 Thaumark bet with Azul on you being the one to score the most points. He later informed you of the bet, and you blushed in embarrassment. He found you absolutely adorable, and started calling you ‘seahorse’ to further fluster you, even though nicknames were usually his twin’s thing.

Kalim Al-Asim wasn’t an athletic student, but he saw you a few times in PE class and you were incredible whenever Coach Vargas had everyone running laps. Your stamina was infinite, which was saying a lot when you compared to Kalim. He cheered you on, and it made you embarrassed at how openly supportive he was.

Jamil Viper was surprised when you came up to him one day and asked if you could train with the Basketball Club to retain your running abilities. He asked if you could demonstrate around the court, and you broke the NRC speed record for completing a mile of running. His eyes widened in shock as it seemed like you didn’t break a sweat. Needless to say, you were welcome to train with the Basketball Club whenever you wanted to.

Vil Schoenheit sometimes does morning runs when he has a particularly busy day ahead of him. However, he couldn’t say that he expected to see you running as well. But instead of just doing a jog, you were full-on sprinting. Your form, your breathing technique, and the focus you had could have convinced the actor that you were part of a Track Team before NRC, only to find out that you trained to be the best derby horse at your previous school. Everything made sense now.

Rook Hunt knew that you were a very fast runner, and he knew because he stalked you, and he stalked you because he thought you and your aesthetic were both beautiful and unique. The hunter had such a way with words that left your heart pounding against your chest and your face feeling warm. He knew the effect that he had on you, too.

Idia Shroud had seen you during the Housewarden meetings, and that’s how he grew absolutely smitten with you. Your dress let him know that you both liked similar aesthetics. However, he didn’t expect you to be such a fast runner. He had seen you racing against Ortho, and holy shit you are speedy.

Ortho Shroud has now deemed you his older sister, and is trying to set you up with Idia. That means he invites you over constantly, and he asks if you would hang out with him while also asking his brother if he would hang out with him at the exact same time. He may seem innocent and cute, but we all know that he is truly sneaky and calculating.

Malleus Draconia is mesmerized by how your clothing styles are similar. Very gothic. Anyways, he first saw your quick speed when you both had originally met. He accidentally scared you, as you had not been expecting anyone to come by so late at night, and you ran. He went after you, and it turned into a real Princess Aurora and Prince Phillip moment.

Lilia Vanrouge notices how shy you are and starts pulling small tricks. For example, scaring you every once in a while. When you get romantically involved, he does the same thing but plants a kiss on your cheek in addition to scaring you. He saw how fast you could run during one of his training sessions with Silver. He had invited you to join, and you started by running a few laps. He was surprised at how quickly you finished running, and even complimented you on your skill and form.

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layla4567 · 4 months

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OPLA (Monster trio) WILD WEST AU

The hat rule (nsfw drabbles, fem): Sanji, Luffy, Zoro

Warnings: well smut, p in v sex, suggestive (the smut is just at the end), everyone is of legal age, beta read, I don't know much about cowboys or the wild west so don't expect this to be very accurate.

wc: sanji- 1.606, zoro- 1.583. luffy- 1.917

Zoro

You entered the saloon with your chaps on well and a red scarf around your neck. Upon entering the double door collided with the walls and the noise caught the attention of those present. A boy with green hair hidden in his beige hat was sitting at the bar drinking beer, he turned his head and when he saw you a frown crossed his forehead and he wrinkled it slightly. You were Zoro's declared enemy since you were the daughter of a famous rival gunman of the green-haired man's father. You rejoiced at the looks of fear and respect that were directed at you, you looked everywhere analyzing the local people until your eyes met Zoro's, at which point he rolled his eyes and looked away. You were thinking of having fun today and that consisted of making the cowboy angry, so you confidently walked towards the bar and sat down next to him. He ran you up and down with a raised eyebrow.

"Hello pretty boy, did you miss me?"

In response he snorted and drank his beer, ignoring you.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. "I see that you are still a man of few words as always."

“What do you want Y/N?” He finally said, looking at you a little upset.

"Aww don't pretend you're not happy to see me Zoro, it's adorable"

Zoro rolled his eyes again in annoyance and your smile widened, you loved making him angry.

"And apparently you're still as irritating and talkative as always, or am I wrong? Look, if you don't mind, I'd rather be alone and keep drinking, I don't want to fight."

"Ooo the cat took out his claws" You said raising your hands in surrender without stopping smiling "Easy cowboy, I just wanted to chat with you"

"And what made you think that I want to talk to you?"

You rested your elbow on the table, approaching him and put your chin in your fist "Well, I think you'll want to talk to me when I tell you what I heard out there…"

Zoro still wasn't paying attention to you so you decided to double the bet.

"About you..."

This seemed to pique the cowboy's curiosity because he stopped drinking and stood still holding the glass suspended in the air. You smiled from ear to ear

"I'm not interested, they must be rumors anyway" he said downplaying it

"Mmmh okay, but then don't say I didn't warn you when they call you chicken"

You stood up from your seat to leave when a hand grabbed you firmly and quickly by the arm. You jumped a little but then looked at him trying to hide your smile. Zoro's look was more serious than usual.

"What's that chicken thing, huh?"

You sat back down, raising an eyebrow mischievously. "Oh nothing, it's just that people comment that I'm not only a better gunfighter than you, but I'm also a better horseback rider, and that you are a chicken for not daring to challenge me"

Zoro's hand squeezed the glass until his fingers turned white. Your satisfied face said it all, you had set a trap for him and he had fallen like a rabbit. Zoro pretended to look at the contents of his glass.

"For me, let them say what they want.."

"Oh, are you sure? Because I think they're right. Now that I remember, you've never challenged me to a horse race."

The green-haired man closed his eyes and pursed his lips, he was trying with all his might to control his frustration. Then, as if nothing had happened, he opened his eyes and raised one corner of his lips in a small smile.

"If I haven't done that before it's because I know I'm guaranteed victory." he said looking at you

You shrugged your shoulders. "That's what those who don't dare to lose always say. Anyway, it's a shame, I think you'll have to get used to the nickname."

Now you got up from your seat without him stopping you. You turned your back to him and although you couldn't see him you felt his eyes on you. You were heading towards the exit when his voice called you.

"Wait, not so fast"

You turned around and saw Zoro stood up and walked towards you. His walk was similar to that of a hunched and angry gorilla. When he was in front of you he gave you a look cold as steel.

"How do I know you don't say those things just to make me angry?"

You giggled. “Oh so it really bothers you? Is your ego so fragile?”

The other people gathered in the saloon were now paying attention to their conversation, some soft laughter and murmurs could be heard. People smelled the fight and now they didn't want to miss anything. Zoro looked around now without hiding his discomfort. You decided to play with him a little although you knew you were taking too much risk. Zoro wasn't stupid and he was really good with a gun (although you would never tell him that) and if he wanted he could threaten you. But the game had started and it was too late to back out.

"What's wrong? You don't like being called chicken?" You said and then shamelessly imitated the sound of a chicken while you waved your arms pretending to be wings.

The people began to laugh louder while Zoro's frown grew until his gaze darkened.

"Hey, enough is enough"

You didn't obey him and continued making fun of him, laughing while the others looked at you funny. You only stopped when his fingers closed on your arm, firm enough that you couldn't escape but not so tight that it hurt you. The cowboy's face had gotten very close to yours and his eyes fixed on yours were intimidating.

“Y/N I said stop.”

His voice was deep and brooked no reply, your smile faded a little and you became serious. But you wouldn't let him threaten you or make you afraid. Roughly you broke free of his grip and moved closer to him until your noses almost collided.

"Fine, then what are you waiting for? Challenge me to a horse racing duel, and you'll see who wins." you said under your breath, sliding your gaze from one eye to the other.

He tilted his head slightly without flinching. "I won't do that, I already told you."

There was a boo from the crowd and a shout "What are you so afraid of?" But the green-haired boy ignored him, he only looked at you.

"Ok then I'm the best at riding…" You said with a shrug and walking away a little.

"No, I am" he said irritably

You rolled your eyes in frustration, he looked like a 5 year old throwing a tantrum. At this rate neither you nor he would agree. Suddenly you had an idea that will surely leave him speechless. If you couldn't beat him by making him angry, you would beat him by making him nervous. You took a step forward, smiling proudly.

"I'm the best at riding and I'm going to prove it to you" You said, slapping off his cowboy hat and putting it on your head.

The people at the bar gasped, but the best reaction was the one in front of you. Zoro had turned red and swallowed loudly. His face was so deadly serious that you wanted to laugh. You placed your hands on your hips, looking at him victoriously. He noticed your impudence and smiled sideways, hiding his embarrassment. He was also willing to play that game so he approached your ear.

"Are you sure? I can't guarantee your safety, I'm a bit wild"

Now the one who swallowed saliva to calm the confusion was you. You looked into his eyes whose pupils were now dilated. You nodded several times and he smiled walking away. And that was the beginning of everything, it will be a long night, you thought.

Just as you predicted that night in your bed Zoro was sitting up and you were straddling him. The green-haired boy hungrily kissed your neck, causing the temperature to rise.

"Zoro～ ohh.."

He smiled against the skin of your neck. "We haven't even started and you're already melting like butter in the sun."

As best you could, you grabbed the hat that was resting on the mattress and put it on your head. "We'll see who melts first."

You grabbed onto Zoro's shoulders and began to move your hips back and forth, making the cowboy grab your waist tightly, digging his fingers into it. You let out a moan as you felt his hand squeeze your flesh. His face was in the crook of your neck near your shoulder, that way he muffled his gasps and moans.

"Keep it up, ngh d-don't stop" he gasped against your shoulder

But it was difficult. Zoro wasn't lying when he said he was wild. His fingers on your skin would surely leave a red mark the next day. And from time to time he moved his own pelvis upwards to sink you deeper into him. Your nails dug into their shoulders and their torsos were beaded with sweat. But at no point did you stop or drop your hat. In the end they both collapsed exhausted on top of each other. It seems like there were no winners or losers this time, but Zoro's satisfied moans and sweaty face were your consolation prize.

Sanji

Sanji was outside the saloon taking care of his horse. With one hand he groomed the animal's head while with the other he brushed its back. His fingers traced soft scribbles on the horse's skin. You were waiting from afar for your father to finish unloading the suitcases full of clothes and belongings from the carriage, and you took the opportunity to see the cute cowboy. Almost without wanting to, you started playing with your braid, wrapping it around your finger. The blonde boy was focused on taking care of his horse but he was not stupid and he felt a look of intense eyes on the back of his neck. When he turned to see you, you looked away, biting your lower lip in embarrassment. For his part, Sanji just smiled amused and returned to his task.

You turned to see your father struggling with the luggage, you thought it would take him a while to get all the suitcases out so, nervously wrinkling the hem of your dress, you headed towards where the blue-eyed cowboy was.

"*clears throat* Good afternoon, sir."

The cowboy with a bright smile and tender gaze turned his head to see you and found a little girl with a sweet and affable look. Soon he couldn't help but let his gaze slide over your figure. Your tight skirt and corset marked your best attributes.

"Well, well, good afternoon to you missus"

His voice was even better than you imagined, syrupy like honey and soft like a feather pillow. Suddenly your legs felt a little weak.

"What's a cute little princess like you doing talking to a cowboy like me?"

You swore that your cheeks began to color and to hide it you covered your mouth slightly with your fingers and smiled while you looked at his horse. Would he always talk like that to all the women he saw? Sanji knew he had hit the nail on the head so he kept looking at you with that flirtatious smile of his.

"Umm, I just wanted to admire your horse more closely, if you don't mind, gentleman"

"Oh, so you're attracted to horses?"

"Very, sir. I always wanted to learn how to ride one."

The blonde cowboy laughed at your good manners.

"Please, my name is Sanji. And you must have a name too..."

"I'm Y/N"

You held out your hand to him and he kissed it gently on the knuckles. His lips against your skin tickled your lower belly.

"If you want, I can teach you how to ride Crystal," he said, stroking the horse's mane.

"Oh, Crystal? That's her name? it's adorable!" you said smiling pleased and caressing the animal

Sanji couldn't stop looking at you and smiling, you seemed cute to him.

"So? What do you say Y/N? Do you want me to teach you how to ride?"

You were about to answer yes with a big smile but suddenly your father screamed calling your name, he seemed upset. You turned around and saw that he was walking towards you, clenching his fists.

"I'm sorry but I can't now, maybe another day-..!"

Your voice sounded disappointed but you couldn't say anything else because your father had already reached you and grabbed your wrist to pull you away from Sanji. The blonde boy watched with some annoyance and disappointment as you left, but not for you but for your father who didn't think it was right that he dragged you like that just because you had moved a few meters away from him. And it made him even more angry when he heard the exclamations he threw at you "Y/N, what did I tell you about talking to strangers?! Those filthy cowboys only flirt with girls and then leave them stranded!" The days passed without Sanji hearing from you until one day he had taken a walk in the countryside and saw you there alone and looking at the forget-me-not flowers and then collecting some. He got off Crystal and approached you, when you turned around you had a big smile that made his heart melt.

"Hello princess, have you decided to ride Crystal yet?"

You blushed to the roots of your hair and said shyly "I'm not a princess.."

Sanji loved to make you nervous "Really? But you do have a very pretty face, a sweet voice and good manners. Yes, I think you are one…at least for me"

You lowered your head, trying not to look at his perfect smile that seemed to mock you. "T-thank you, but you're right, I want you to teach me how to ride."

The blonde boy smiled satisfied and took you by the hand to get you closer to the horse. "You'll see, you'll learn quickly. Crystal may seem intimidating at first but she's a good girl."

The warmth of his hand sent shivers down your spine, you tried to hide it as best as possible, smiling confidently. Suddenly Sanji grabbed you by the waist firmly to sit on the horse, in surprise you let out a moan that made the blue-eyed boy laugh. Already on top of the honey-colored horse, Sanji told you to find a comfortable but upright position, he guided your hands towards the reins of the animal and told you to hold them firmly but without pulling. After several more explanations to which you listened attentively and looked at her beautiful dreamy eyes trying not to drool, Crystal began to walk. Sanji was at your side all the time with one hand on the horse's back to give you courage. After you had mastered Crystal, she began to trot until you were riding faster. After walking around a few times you came to Sanji who was applauding you happily.

"Bravo doll, that was perfect. You have a natural talent" He said grabbing your waist to make you get off the horse, completely ignoring your rosy cheeks.

"Well, give Crystal credit, she was very good to me" you timidly tucked a strand behind your ear.

"Oh and you're also modest, how adorable."

Damn, why was he flirting with you so much? Did I do it on purpose? It was making you nervous and making something grow in your belly that you didn't want to find out what it was. When you saw him again he was staring at you biting his lip with a smile, oh so he did it on purpose. Hiding your embarrassment you directed your gaze towards his brown hat.

"I like your hat, it's pretty" you pointed your finger

He took it out and looked at it "This one? Really? Oh but it's quite old… do you want to see it?"

You nodded excitedly and grabbed the hat in your hands. It was a little big and the fabric was worn on one side. You happily made a gesture to put it on your head when Sanji interrupted you, smiling mischievously.

"What are you doing?"

"I just wanted to try it on"

He laughed shaking his head "I wouldn't do that if I were you…"

You frowned in confusion, you didn't understand why he was laughing. "Why not? What's so funny?"

"So you don't know the hat rule?" Sanji said, coming a little closer to you, with slow steps.

You shook your head, somewhat intimidated, you felt that this rule was something important…or something that would humiliate you.

He laughed at your confusion "Then it's better that you don't know, forget it."

You put your hands on your hips in frustration. "Oh come on! Tell me, I want to know!"

The blonde cowboy leaned close to your ear and whispered "Wear the hat, ride the cowboy."

Sanji moved a little away from you just in time to see your eyes looking down and your face turning red. You didn't expect it to be something like this, with an innocent mind you could say that you had never been intimate with someone like that. But Sanji really seemed attractive to you, what if this was the time to complete something you had been thinking and feeling for a while? Somewhat hesitantly, you slowly placed your hat on until the brim covered your eyes. Sanji looked at you surprised and now he was the one feeling a little nervous and blushing. Even so, he smiled confidently again and took your chin to lift it and see your eyes that were covered by the hat.

"It seems that you are not as shy as I thought, Missus." he purred

That night without your father knowing, Sanji invited you to his house, he was so considerate and kind to you, he made sure that you were comfortable at all times and calmed you down when you didn't feel safe doing so.

"You don't have to do it if you don't want to, sweetheart" He told you compassionately

In response, you held the hat with one hand and leaned over Sanji's body to kiss him lovingly.

"I'll be fine, do not worry"

You settled your pelvis above his. From his position Sanji enjoyed the view of your body bouncing on top of his and how your eyes turned white as you held the hat with one hand and with the other you touched his well-formed abs.

"Ohh～you feel so good..." The words slipped out of your mouth like pomaded butter.

"That's it, gorgeous. You're doing incredible"

The blonde couldn't stop praising you and guiding your movements by holding your thighs and raising his pelvis. And your moans of pleasure and satisfaction were his best reward. Without knowing it, he had not only taught you how to ride a horse…

Luffy

Luffy was in the tavern sitting at a table playing poker, although he tried to keep his face serious in his mind he was celebrating and jumping since he had been dealt a good hand of cards. Sitting in front of him was you, you weren't that good at hiding your facial expressions as you were frowning slightly because you didn't have such good cards. From time to time Luffy looked at you and smiled, he knew you were about to lose. The brat would even stretch out his arm to tickle you or push you with his foot under the table making you laugh. After a couple of minutes Luffy put his cards on the table, being the clear winner. You pouted and threw your cards on the table in anger. The boy, laughing mischievously, grabbed his chips and his prize, happy. You crossed your arms around your eyes and smiled. Since you were children you could never beat Luffy, you were inseparable friends and he had taught you how to play and in turn Shanks had taught Luffy how to play.

Luffy stood up from the table with his bottle of sarsaparilla and his dried meat. A smile crossed his face from ear to ear, he looked like a child. You looked at him and laughed happily, it was impossible to get angry with him, you loved him so much. Luffy approached you with his food.

"I promise to share my food with you… at least a little"

You laughed, patting his shoulder, if something characterized the brown-haired boy it was his gluttony. You grabbed the bottle and bringing it to your lips, you took a few sips while he looked at you. When you finished you sighed contentedly and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

"Hey, what do you say we go shooting practice?" You said giving him the bottle back.

He chuckled. "You mean YOU practice shooting."

You laughed. It was true, he didn't know how to use the gun very well but you always offered to teach him, but he preferred to see you and that's it (and if he could eat while looking at you, the better)

"Ok little cowboy, you'll watch me practice and you can also bring your food" You said pointing to the bottle and the beef jerky.

He smiled from ear to ear and gave a small shake of happiness. He hugged the meat and the bottle of sarsaparilla and followed you like a puppy towards the exit. They both rode until they reached an open field where only dry, yellow grass could be seen and a few oak trees casting shade. On one side there was a wooden board with a few bottles ready to shoot, you always went to that place to practice. You two got off the horse, leaving them tied to a nearby tree. You stood a few meters away from the bottles and Luffy stood next to you adjusting his black hat. You took out your gun and while the boy put a dried meat in his mouth, looking at you, you smiled and looked at the first bottle, winking. The first shot had been successful, the bottle had shattered as Luffy looked from you to the bottle in amazement and admiration while still chewing. With the other subsequent bottles it had been the same, just a little concentration on your part and the bottles would fall into pieces. Only one was missing

“Wow Y/N you are so good at this!!”

I smiled warmly, thanking him for the compliment. Suddenly you looked at the last bottle and when you were about to shoot you changed your mind and looked at your friend who was looking at you expectantly.

"How about I teach you how to break that bottle, huh?"

He looked at you doubtfully thinking about an answer, before he responded you said "Don't worry, it's easier than it seems, I'll help you."

Luffy looked at the bottle for a while and then looked at you "Okay, if you say it's easy, I'll do it" He said smiling.

Smiling, you offered to take care of his food and gave him the gun. You placed your hand over hers to guide her fingers and lock them over the trigger. At the slightest touch of yours on his skin, Luffy smiled widely and stared at you while you dedicated yourself to explaining the movements he had to do to avoid missing the shot. When you finally looked at him you found his gaze penetrating yours and you blushed slightly.

"Alright I hope you understood, come on shoot the bottle" You cleared your throat nervously.

The cowboy nodded and winking while sticking out his tongue in concentration, he pointed the gun and fired. The shot wasn't perfect but he managed to break the glass bottle that fell to the ground. You brought your hand to your mouth shouting and cheering him on.

"See? I told you you'd do it right!"

He blushed with joy and smiled "Well that's just because I have a good teacher."

You rolled your eyes in amusement and gave him a gentle, loving blow to the jaw with your fist. He laughed and suddenly hugged you tightly and spun you around lifting you into the air. You opened your mouth in surprise, squealing and laughing happily. So you spent a long time playing and chasing each other like cats and dogs, playing hide-and-seek or tickling each other, until the sun went down over the horizon and it became dark.

"How about we go to my house? It's too late to go to yours, and we can have dinner too if you want"

You laughed thinking that he was always eating, but he was right. Your house was further away from his so you nodded and riding away from the place. Along the way they were chatting happily and commenting on childhood anecdotes. When you arrived at Luffy's ranch you saw that there was a light on, he lived alone but he always left a light on just in case. You both entered, the interior was cozy, there wasn't much but it was comfortable, it had just what was necessary. Luffy put his food on a table and you took off your jacket to place it on a nearby coat rack. As you did so you couldn't help but admire a painting that had hung on the wall. It was a passage where you could see a cliff and a river. Everything had a perspective from the heights and distance, in the background a beautiful sunset full of purple and pink colors.

"It's pretty, isn't it?"

You gave a little scream and jumped in place when you heard Luffy's voice so close to you. When you turned your head the brown haired boy was standing right behind you, so close that he could almost put his chin on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"The painting, is pretty, isn't it? I won it at an auction. I don't know who painted it and I don't know much about art but I liked this one."

While he was talking he looked at the painting and you couldn't help but see his brown eyes, they seemed prettier than you remembered. When he finished speaking he looked you in the eyes with his typical happy smile. Oh, you felt like the world around you was freezing and only you two mattered. You stayed like that for a few seconds until you found the courage to turn around and face him completely.

"Yeah I, uh..!"

You couldn't finish your sentence because when you went to take a step your foot got tangled in the leg of the coat rack and you tripped and fell on top of Luffy. The blow was so strong that he ended up with his back to the floor and you on top of him with your cheek on his chest. Luffy began to giggle softly that grew until it ended in laughter, you raised your head embarrassed and confused while he looked at you laughing. You frowned and blushed heavily. He touched your cheek with a finger.

"You look like a red apple, you look cute like that" he said laughing

You looked away embarrassed, Luffy made fun of everyone in a friendly way and sometimes said things innocently without bad intentions. But your shame was so much that you became angry at his words. You were going to respond with a mild rudeness when he opened his mouth before you.

"But I think you're missing something…" And then he took off his cowboy hat to put it on. "There! Now you look like a cowboy apple!" He said smiling and laughing innocently

Oh no. Didn't he know? It seemed not. Was he so naive as not to know the hat rule? Luffy thought his action was innocent and happy, he didn't mean anything bad by placing his hat on you but you knew that meant something else and now he really wanted the earth to swallow you.

"Uhh Luffy? Do you even know what the hat rule is?" You asked cautiously, controlling your nervousness.

He frowned in confusion and then his face changed in a few seconds to one of raised eyebrows and wild eyes. He quickly walked away from you and sat on the ground a short distance from you.

"OH NO NO NO, I'M SORRY I DIDN'T REMEMBER IT!!!"

He covered his hands a little embarrassed while you smiled shyly. It made you laugh that he was more embarrassed than you. At least he knew what it meant after all. You crawled closer to him slowly and removed his hands from his face, looking at him amused, you gave him a kiss on the cheek to which he looked at you surprised, who was the red apple now?

"We don't have to if you don't want to-"

In response Luffy gave you a kiss on the lips. It was fast and tender but that was the beginning of everything. Later, at night in his room, Luffy was lying face up on his bed and you were straddling him, leaning over and kissing him while you grabbed his cheeks. You asked him if he was ready and he nodded several times, quite excited you could say. You stood up and he placed his hands on your butt, squeezing and kneading your buttocks as if you were sourdough and he was the baker. You gasped in surprise and he smiled. It doesn't matter, you'd give it back. Because when you started bouncing on him, Luffy dissolved into purrs and gasps, he was a mess. You thanked heaven that Luffy lived alone because soon the room and the entire house were filled with moans.

"AhHh Y/N～ keep moving like that…"

The naughty cowboy liked to touch, too much. Now his hands were clinging to your breasts, trying to hold on to something and not crumble like a block of ice in an oven. A couple more bounces, some more moans from there and you two had ended up exhausted. You wrapped an arm around his torso as he circled your shoulders and caressed them. You smiled happily and were about to close your eyes when you suddenly opened them and looked at him worried.

"This won't ruin our friendship, will it?"

He laughed "Of course not, bad apple."

“Oh shut up you whiny brat” You rolled your eyes smiling.

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Lemon

Taglist • Ao3 • Social Media • Discord 18+ • Masterlists

Pairing: Toji x f!Reader

Toji comes home from a long day of gambling to his one true love

words: 900

cw: oral, sex toys

an: this is a love letter to my friend @lemonlover1110 💛this is the most unserious thing I have ever written

cover art: ilameys

Toji walks into the front door of his tiny studio apartment, kicking off his worn sneakers, and letting them fling into the room without a care in the world.

He sighs, running his hand down his face before rolling his shoulders and placing his fists at the center of his back, arching around them until his spine pops in several places.

“I’m home. Where are ya?” His gruff voice calls out, tired from a long day at the race track. He’d have brought home dinner, but he lost all of his money betting on the wrong fucking horse.

The inside information he had gotten was bad. He should kill the motherfucker who sold him the bad statistics, but that will have to wait because he has a new job he was just hired for.

Toji walks into his kitchen, grabbing one of the plastic cups he has kept in a stack off on the corner before filling it with water and downing it all in one gulp.

“Ah. There you are, pretty thing,” he grunts out as he slams the cup onto the counter, bending and crinkling the cup in his heavy-handed grasp.

There you are, indeed. Laying on his bed, just as he left you.

Long legs draped over his bed, overtop his single pure polyester sheet, hips, and waist curved sensually as always, laying on your side, so inviting, waiting for him to join you.

The two of you have been together for quite some time, a few years now he would guess, and you’ve always been there for him.

Each time a relationship goes into the pits, and nothing goes right, you’re always home, waiting for him. You never scream, or cuss and the two of you have never been in a fight.

You wear that same tender smile you’ve always worn, since the day you met, and you’ve always been so kind to him. Kinder than anyone.

Truly, you’re a girl sent from up above. He has his problems, but next to you, he can whether anything, the good times and the real fucking bad times too.

He knows you love him too, that even if you could leave him, you never would. It’s why he likes to dress you in lingerie he stole right out of the display case at the sex shop, and he likes to paint you in the makeup he grabs off the shelf when he thinks that shade of red would just look perfect on you.

Toji has no money, but if he did, he would spend it all on you because you deserve to be treated like the queen you are.

Toji walks over to his bed, sitting on the edge, helping you move so you’re in front of him.

“You look mighty pretty like this,” he compliments, running his thumb over your face, as you stare up at him with wide, unblinking eyes.

Nobody seems to understand him, not in the ways you do. You lay there and do everything that he’s ever asked without complaint. You listen to him talk and vent about how fucking stupid everyone else is.

And if you could talk back, he knows you’d agree.

But you don’t need to talk, not when there are so many other things you could be doing together. Which is why he’s freeing his hardened cock from the confines of his pants.

He’s been thinking about coming home to you all day, and when he lost all of his money, he knew you would happily come to his aide, providing the best stress relief possible.

Toji’s cock is red, tip sticky with precum, want, and desire as you so delicately and gently wrap your lips around his hard length.

“Oh, fuck. You’re so fuckin’ good,” he groans in relief, holding you at the back of your head, forcing you to take all of him at once, immediately.

You don’t complain.

He ruts his hips up, bobbing your head for you with reckless abandon, throwing his head back in ecstasy, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he moans out, “You always take me so fuckin’ well.”

You keep going, letting him fuck into you like the toy you are until his legs are shaking, cock twitching at the back of your throat. His vision goes white, groaning out your name as he paints your mouth white with his seed.

A whole new generation of Zenin’s gone to waste. His clan would be pissed.

Toji helps move you back onto the bed, where you’ll lay and wait for him again before he wipes the sweat off his brow. He tenderly and lovingly wipes away the little bit of cum that’s dribbled out of your mouth, shoving it back in with a smirk.

He’s always loved how real your skin feels - like an actual human laying awake, waiting for him to return.

Toji was able to order you through a sale online, the best discount he ever waited for, almost seventy-five percent off sex toys on eBay.

He adjusts his pants, making his way back to the front door, putting on his thin black shoes.

“I’ll be back later. Gotta go kill a couple of fuckin’ kids.”

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Eight: Highs And Lows

Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)

Till the wheels fall off Masterlist

Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?

WARNINGS: this is such an emotional chapter, heavy themes of dementia

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

Stepping out onto the small wooden stage, I felt the bile rise in my throat as I looked out across the bar seeing everyone’s eyes were on me. I was about to show the world my vulnerabilities, my insecurities and a part of me that I had lost. In a way this was me trying to find myself once again, I had spent far too long trying to be a superhero when in reality I was just plain old Nova.

Wrapping my fingers around the neck of my guitar, I let out a shaky breath trying to remember how free I felt when I sang.

You can do this!

Letting my eyes flutter closed I let the backing track wash over me, feeling the beat take over my soul as I started strumming the strings on my guitar, “So he's gone and left you all alone, think the better of your years were spent with him. The little girl who used to dance, on fire and brimstone, is all but dead,” my voice was shaky to start with but I quickly found my rhythm as the music took over my body.

“Where's the girl I knew that held a lighter up to the radio. She'd do anything she wants, because she can. We were seventeen and wild and we were jumpin' on the Devil's bed, I didn't raise you like that,” finally opening my eyes, I looked over to Pops’ booth, seeing the tears form in his eyes tugged at my heart. “I taught you lessons about freedom strapped to the bucket of a four five five. I lit your hair on fire racing ten mile flats. Where American heavy metal thrives. Oh we were waitin' and wishin' on pink slips and kisses at the end of the line. When you rat-a-tat tatted on the glass, and you screamed on high I'm alive.”

It only seemed right that this was the first song I openly sang, John Teller was the man I called my father, the man that taught me right from wrong, the man that took me in when my dead beat biological parents chose drugs over me. This was the song he always used to sing to me when I was having a bad day, it always reminded me who I was.

“You can say that cat is long gone, I bet you look real hard you can find that girl within. She's probably waitin' in the wings, for you to come along, let her out again. You need a quarter mile, a bunch of horses and some gasoline,” I was putting my all into this song, in a way this was my way of speaking to myself, reminding myself that I needed to be myself. Not hiding behind this superhero image I had made myself into in order to keep my head above water. It was time that I was true to myself, it was the only way I was going to be able to move forward.

My gaze locked with Charles, there was something about the way he was looking at me that nearly made my resolve crumble into pieces. Tears threatened to spill over my lash line as I belted out the song. “I taught you lessons about freedom strapped to the bucket of a four five five. I lit your hair on fire, racing ten mile flats. Where American heavy metal thrives. Oh we were waitin' and wishin', on pink slips and kisses at the end of the line. When you rat-a-tat tatted on the glass and you screamed, I'm alive.”

For the first time in a while I felt free, the worries about showing the world my vulnerable side quickly dissolved as the music wrapped around me like a soothing blanket, as if it was protecting me from the outside world. I knew the final part of the song was coming up, I refused to break eye contact with Charles, I just hoped that he understood what I was trying to express to him through the song, especially with the last line.

“I'm alive. You wanna meet a girl I used to know, let's take a drive.”

Spinning around I let out a shaky breath, carefully placing the guitar back in the stand before turning back to face everyone in the room. Jax was wolf whistling, Pops was crying and everyone else was clapping. Nothing could take the smile off my face right now I was in my element as I jumped off the stage making way over to the corner my family were huddled in.

The moment I got within touching distance Jax pulled me into his arms, pressing a kiss against the top of my head, “that gave me fucking chills, Squirt,” he hummed, squeezing me tight. Wiggling out of his grasp I took Pops’ hands in mine, the proud watery smile that was on his face told me everything.

“I’ve missed your singing,” he whispered, squeezing my hand, “seeing you up on that stage took me back to when you used to put on your own concerts in the living room, singing into your hairbrush.”

Oh god he was going to spill off of my embarrassing moments in front of the guy I was currently crushing hard on. I needed to be sitting down for this, Jax being the ass he was, had taken the space next to Pops meaning the only spot left for me was next to Charles. Right now I wanted the world to swallow me whole, especially when Jax jumped in on the action as well, he loved any chance he could to tease me.

“Oh yeah, you used to make us sit through a whole damn performance, home made tour t-shirts included,” Jax smirked. I could see where this was going, he had a mischievous look in his eyes as he spoke, “you even made him set up the camcorder to make it an official tour, even though it only ever happened in the living room.”

“Now that I would love to see,” Charles chuckled, nudging my shoulder as I sat back in the same spot as earlier.

“I think Pops still has the VHS,” Jax winked, causing me to flip him the bird.

“Don’t you fucking dare Jackson Teller,” I growled through gritted teeth, “if that video ever manages to make it to the surface I will personally take a sledgehammer to your Harley and your dirt bike.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” he said, narrowing his eyes at me.

“Try me, asswipe!” I shrugged, downing a glass of amber liquid but I nearly ended up spraying Jax with whiskey from across the table as I felt Charles try to slyly move his arm around me. It was the classic fake yawn trick but even so the action caused my heart rate to double.

“You okay?” Jax asked, cocking his brow, I could tell he noticed Charles’ movement by the smirk on his face.

“Wrong hole,” I breathed, reaching for a napkin to wipe my face. My head was spinning and not from the alcohol or performing, this was the most contact I had with Charles since he arrived in town and I was starting to freak out, especially when he scooted over in the booth, his leg pressing against mine. In my head I told myself that it was only to allow Elenor to sit in between him and Pierre.

For the next few hours we ate, drank and laughed. Everything felt natural, the more time I spent with Charles and Pierre it felt like we had been friends for years, the conversation never dried up, there were never any awkward moments even when Elenor spilt her drink all over Charles’ hoodie.

He made out that it didn’t matter when Elenor started to freak out, her bottle lip was wobbling, her bright blue eyes were shield by tears that threatened to fall. Charles ignored his wet hoodie to console Elenor. Watching him wrap his arms around her, running his hand over the back of her head trying to get her to calm down warmed my heart, he was so good with her. Once he was happy she was okay, he attempted to take the wet garment off without making anyone move. As he pulled his arms over his head, his t-shirt rode up giving me the perfect view of his toned stomach.

The sight made my heart skip a beat, I needed to distract myself, I could feel my skin heat up, to the point I knew my cheeks were bright red. Pulling my gaze away from his abs I tried to find anything else to look at but in turn I ended up catching Pierre’s eye, smirking at me knowingly. The moment Charles’ hoodie hit the table I grabbed it mumbling into the air, “let me take care of this,” before I scurried out to the back where we kept the industrial tumble dryer. This thing always amazed me, it dried items super quick meaning I had an excuse to not be at the table whilst I waited for his hoodie to dry.

Stepping out of the back door I placed a cigarette between my lips, the sound of the birds in the trees gave me something other than my racing heart to focus on. The sun was starting to set which provided a welcome breeze, but it wasn’t enough. I was so close to grabbing a pack of frozen peas out of the freezer to try to cool my face down.

My mind was spinning with everything that had happened this evening. I was relieved that Pops loved the performance, I couldn’t lie it did feel good to get back up on the stage. My thoughts drifted back to Charles, I swear the connection between us was getting stronger by the second even though we hadn’t spoken that much. There was just something about him that set my entire world on fire.

It was like our souls had been entwined in a previous lifetime.

I stayed outside until I had got my nerves under control, even if it meant I smoked two cigarettes back to back, dropping the butt into the bucket by the door. I pushed myself off the wall, taking a deep breath, exhaling loudly before heading back inside to check on the progress on the dryer.

Once I had rejoined the table I dropped Charles’ sweater in front of him, the confused look on his face made me giggle, “we have a commercial dryer, don’t worry I ain’t a hoodie thief,” I shrugged. My words caused a large smile to appear on his face as I sat back down next to him. This time he didn’t try to be sly about his movements, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

“Thank you,” he whispered, letting his fingers run over the back of my hand like he was drawing something.

“I wasn’t gonna let you sit in wet clothes all night,” I smiled, boldly resting my hand on his knee, “I ain’t cruel.”

It was like it was only me and him in the room, these small touches made me realize how much I missed the intimacy of being with someone. It was like someone had put us in a protective bubble allowing us to openly flirt with each other. That was until Pierre coughed bringing us back down to the real world.

“You two need to get a room,” he smirked, pouring himself another glass of whiskey.

“What does that mean, Auntie Nova?” Elenor asked, looking up from her coloring book.

“Nothing, baby,” I giggled, before narrowing my eyes at Pierre causing him to hold his hands up in defense.

“You need to watch this one Charles, she’s feisty,” Pierre hummed with a large smile on his face.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the look on Pops’ face had changed, he had gone from smiling to throwing daggers across the table at me and Charles. The knot in my stomach made itself known once again, I knew the expression on Pop’s face all too well.

“You just have to flirt with everyone don’t you Gemma,” he spat, slamming his palm onto the table causing me to flinch at the sudden movement. “You can’t be fucking faithful if you tried!”

Tears pricked my eyes, normally I could deal with his episodes but this one cut deep, it felt personal. The fact he thought I was Gemma made me want to throw up, I was nothing like her, never have been and never will be but for some reason in his head right now that's who he saw me as. I had never moved so fast in my life, pushing Charles’ arm off me, moving so I was crouched in front of Pops

“Pops, it’s me,” I whispered, placing my hand on his arm, “it’s Nova.”

“Get off me,” he shouted, pushing me backwards causing me to fall on my ass.

A single tear rolled down my cheek as I looked up at Charles and Pierre. “Can one of you get her out of here please, she doesn’t need to see this. I have a feeling it won’t be pretty.”

Both boys quickly moved out of the booth, Pierre taking Elenor's hand guiding her out of the firing zone, she didn’t need to see her Poppy like this. Charles was now standing in front of me, offering his hand for me to take, he had an apologetic smile on his face as he helped me off the floor.

“You never could keep your hands to yourself could you!” Pops growled at me, pushing himself to his feet so he could square up to me, “whenever there was someone new in town you would be all over them like a rash, not caring about me.”

I couldn’t stop the tears from rolling freely down my cheeks, I knew his words weren’t aimed at me but they still hurt. Especially knowing that he thought I was his ex-wife.

“Pops, Gemma is dead!” I said, trying not to lose my temper, reminding myself that he wasn't himself right now.

He hadn’t had an outburst this bad in a while, seeing the man I looked up too lose all control like this completely broke me. There was nothing anyone could do, we just needed to ride it out but I knew the way he was looking at me right now was going to be burned into my soul.

My heart was in pieces, the man standing in front of me wasn’t one I recognised. Roughly wiping my cheeks with the back of my hand I tried to stop the tears from falling but nothing was working. The whole bar had fallen silent at Pops’ outburst, I needed to get out of the room, right now it felt like the walls were starting to close in on me trying to squeeze the life out of my body.

“Sunshine, you okay?” Charles asked, placing his hand on my lower back. His touch provided some calmness to the whirlwind of a situation.

“I need to be alone right now,” I sniffled, knowing my make up was well and truly fucked right now. Shrugging Charles’ hand off me, I let out a shaky breath as I tried to move through the bar but it was just my luck that everyone was standing between me and the door blocking my escape.

“Can everyone fucking move out of my way!” I growled, not caring how harsh I sounded.

“Nova,” Jax called out to me, he knew that he shouldn’t follow me, although when I saw a packet of cigarettes flying through the air I weakly smiled at him, catching the smokes with ease, before slipping through the main doors of the bar.

The moment I finally got outside the summer breeze hit my face, my world had just been tipped upside down in the space of five minutes. Feeling the wall take the weight of my body, I didn’t try to hold myself up instead I slumped to the floor pulling my knees to my chest as the sobs took over my body.

Any happiness I felt had now been washed away by Pop’s reaction. I never would have predicted he would act the way he did, seeing me with someone. This was how my life went, one moment I was on top of the world, feeling invincible to feeling the lowest I had felt in a while within a matter of minutes.

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dollypopup · 11 months

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blink and miss them Colin scenes in S2

-he lost the bet at the races. Benedict and Eloise won their wagers, but Colin looks put out, meaning he bet on the wrong horse

-he escorts Lady Danbury up the stairs at Aubrey Hall when she's holding baby Auggie. He escorts her by the arm. It looks like he's also carrying her cane

-he knows the scientific name for the Grecian flowers he and Phillip nerd out about. he calls them coronopifolia as opposed to their more common name: Golden Buttons

-he made a pun on Lord Featherington's name when he first talked to him. He said 'You truly are a *Jack* of all trades'

-he mentions that he traveled with friends he made in Athens to Marousi and Chalcis. He then says he swam in the Petalioi Gulf, a 'word I now know how to say', presumably taught to him by said friends

-he says he was dissuading Eloise from visiting the printers before he goes to see Marina. This means he kept it a secret from the rest of his family

-Colin curses. Specifically, he says 'Hell and the Devil' when Benedict poured all the Magic in his magic tea

-he holds Penelope's hand on his left. this means she was closest to the wall when they were walking to the Featherington sitting room from the ball and he was by the railing, mirroring their positions when he'd first asked her to escort him out, where she was by the railing and he was by the wall

-immediately after his dance with Penelope that Fife saw, Fife is seen talking to Anthony and gesturing to the dance floor

-Colin's final scene takes place through the reflection of a mirror when he apologizes to Will Mondrich at his pub

#colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #bridgerton #polin #lord fife #cause he was mentioned #eloise bridgerton #guess who rewatched S2?#prepare to be SICK of me

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thislovintime · 6 months

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Photo by Nurit Wilde.

"He’s the ‘flower child’ of the quartet — hip to love, peace, beauty and all that (not that the others are in favor of hate, war and ugliness, but you see what I mean). This ties in with his complete trust of his fellow man. He says, ‘If everyone trusted everyone else, then 99% of the people would live up to that trust. All kinds of crime and cruelty would be eliminated. No one would be saying, Well, I always knew he was a bad sort. Everyone would just expect you to do the right thing and you would.’" - Tracy Thomas, Flip, September 1967 "I hate prejudice and violence. Somehow, those two seem to go hand-in-hand. Think of it this way: suppose we lived in a country where everybody was green, and then some orange and purple polka-dotted people came along. So we would be saying, 'Gee, what funny-looking polka-dotted people!' But because people are basically good in their hearts, each group would want to be friendly with the other. It's only fear, lies and bad leadership that keeps us all from loving each other and from seeing each other clearly and purely with the eye of the mind and the love of the heart." - Peter Tork, 16, December 1968 “I believe very much in all that I believed in back in the 60’s. I hope I’m more aware of the practicalities than I was then, but I am positive that the values and principles I held then are critical to the well-being of the planet, or at the very least, critical to growth and contentment in the population. As to the practicalities: the chance of no more war in our lifetimes is so close to zero that I don’t imagine it possible, tho’ there well may be progress along these lines. May be. Sometimes I see the world as an eternal horse race between salvation and dissolution, now one, and now the other gaining the lead. But to the extent that we can learn, each and all of us, that the cooperative good is good for the greatest individual good (with safeguards, to be sure), that forgiveness is the route to true inner peace, and that not everything we deem wrong or bad may be so, to that extent hassles of all shapes, sizes and colors will diminish. I am so sure of all this that I would, I hope, be willing to bet my life on these principles.” - Peter Tork, Ask Peter Tork

#Peter Tork #Tork quotes #60s Tork #00s Tork #long read #<3 #The Monkees #Monkees #more for the solid Tork advice files #love his mind #can you queue it

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crissiebaby · 10 months

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Squish Game: Ch. 1-3 (Patreon Preview)

DISCLAIMER: This Patreon exclusive series contains diaper usage, hypnosis, pants wetting, mental regression, masturbation/diaper sex, sissification, bondage, violence, strong language, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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PROLOGUE

Sweat dripped down Aaron’s forehead as he kept his legs locked. He’d taken a number of stupid bets over the years, but this one was certainly something. In the room with him were eleven other adults, each with the exact same goal that he had.

To keep their diapers clean...

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It all started at the race track, where much of Aaron’s misfortune often originated. With a scrap of paper clutched in his hands, he hung his head low as the horse he’d bet on blew a staggering lead.

And with that, Aaron was completely out of money. With nothing in his bank account and his credit cards maxed out, he was flat broke. And he knew he needed to get out of town as quickly as he could. He stood up to make his exit but was instantly stopped by two muscular dudes in black suits. He gulped, hoping whatever misery he was about to be put through would, at the very least, be swift.

The two men escorted Aaron through a series of dingy corridors that descended underneath the race track. He could feel his heart beating in his throat. He didn’t know what was better, to try and make a break for it now, or to be patient and see if he could find an opening later. Craning his head back, he knew he was no match for the two beefy boys who kept his walking pace brisk. Besides, squirming his way out of hairy situations was one of his best, if not one of his only, skills. His patience was an asset he couldn’t afford to lose.

The three men finally arrived at a set of double doors where two more Greek gods were standing by. Dutifully, the men grabbed their respective door handles and ushered Aaron and his escorts into the grand space.

Despite the crummy-looking hallways, Aaron was shocked to find a decadent and sophisticated space. And at the center of it was Talin, a man Aaron owed a lot of money to, along with several other well-dressed, rich white guys. Talin raised his glass towards Aaron, “Welcome Aaron, my boy. My friends and I were just talking about you.” said Talin, snapping his fingers. The bodyguards responded, grabbing Aaron’s arm and forcing him down to his knees directly in front of one of the most powerful bosses in all of LA. The intimidating, middle-aged man rested a hand on Aaron’s shoulder, “Listen, my boy. I heard what happened, and that’s a bitter loss. But a loss is a loss, all the same. Now, you and I both know you can’t pay off all that green.”

Aaron felt as though he might start crying. The kind tone Talin was taking did nothing to ease his nerves. He thought about trying to beg or argue but knew neither of those options would likely be fruitful. Instead, he looked him square in the eye and said, “No, I c-can’t.” He tried to keep his voice steady, but couldn’t help but stutter slightly. It was obvious he was scared, but at least he wouldn’t go out groveling.

Talin cackled, “See, I told you, boys, that he was a keeper. Loyal, honest-”

“Not lucky, though” interrupted one of the other gentlemen at the table to an abundance of laughter.

Aaron flushed, not happy to be mocked for his misfortune like this. He moved to stand up, but Talin rested a hand on his shoulder, keeping him down. He lowered his head. After betting the skin off his body for years, and it was time to pay the piper.

“Oh, Aaron, don’t look so down. And my friend here couldn’t be more wrong. Today is your lucky day in fact,” said Talin, causing Aaron’s ears to perk up, “I will not only forgive you of your entire outstanding debt, but you can also win both of us outrageous sums of money.”

The piper could wait another day. Aaron quickly spoke, “I’ll do it!”

The rich guys all laughed again, finding much humor and how desperate Aaron was. Talin, however, silenced them all by slamming his fist down on the table. He turned to glare at all of them, each one avoiding eye contact. He then turned to Aaron and smiled warmly, “That’s excellent, my boy. Now listen to me very carefully, the game you will be playing has a cost. If you win, you will be set for life. But, if you lose...your life will belong to someone else. Knowing this, do you still wish to proceed?

Aaron caught on to how purposefully vague Talin was being. Clearly, there was something more, if not life-threatening, that Talin was leaving out, but asking for him to elaborate was likely to be a non-starter. All he knew was that his refusal would mean his demise, so what choice did he really have? Uncertain, but determined to find a way out of this, he nodded his head.

“Boys, we have our champion,” announced Talin, causing quite the uproar of cheering from the poker table. He snapped his fingers again. The same two bodyguards came up and grabbed onto Aaron’s arms, lifting him up and leading him toward another corridor.

With how fast everything was coming at Aaron, his anxiety had shattered through the rooftop and was well on its way to the moon by this point. He turned back just before the door closed behind him, seeing Talin waving goodbye to him with a toothy grin.

Aaron was once again in the catacombs of the race track, as this hallway seemed almost grosser than the last. At least the walk wasn’t near as long. He promptly arrived at a dull pink door. Sounds of voices chatting and giggling could be heard through the door, all of them very feminine. One of the bodyguards knocked and three waited in awkward silence.

When the door opened, Aaron was greeted by a very large and voluptuous woman, who seemed nearly a full foot taller than him, despite the fact that he was over six feet tall. Despite the multiple muffled voices, she seemed to be the only one in the room. She smiled down at him with greedy, red eyes. Her lusciously painted lips parted, “Did you boys bring me a new toy to play with? Hmmm…” She grabbed Aaron’s hairless chin, turning his head back and forth. “She will do just fine.”

“She?” Aaron took a step back but could go no further with the two bodyguards boxing him in. They shoved him forward directly into the well-endowed woman and closed the door behind him. If he wanted to back out, it was already too late.

Looking at his new surroundings, Aaron was quickly overwhelmed by how pink and plush everything was. The wall and flooring were all fuzzy and pink. The only furniture in sight was a single armchair in the center of the room, perhaps the only thing that wasn’t pink, as it was instead black leather.

“Welcome, darling. My name is Ms. Blair Blankanship, but you will refer to me as Mistress. Is that understood?” said Mistress with an authoritative, yet radiant voice. Her words were like butter, smooth and creamy, entering Aaron’s ears in the most delightful way. And yet, her sultry voice had nothing on her body. If he wasn’t such a nervous wreck right now, the sight of her alone may have been enough to cause a boner. She was thicker than a snicker in the best of ways. And that said nothing about her wardrobe, with her tight black pencil skirt and silky white blouse with match paired perfectly with her blood-red lips.

Aaron was so entranced by the woman’s beauty that he completely forgot to answer her for several seconds, before muttering out, “Oh, um, yes!”

“Oh my, such a timid little thing. Don’t worry, after a week you’ll be just like all the other girls here,” said Mistress, giving him a coy smile. She grabbed him by the arm and brought him to the chair in the center of the room.

For the second time, Aaron had been dubbed the incorrect gender. This time, he spoke up, gesturing to his obviously male appearance, “Um, there seems to be a little confusion. I’m not a girl. I’m a b-”

*SMACK!*

Mistress’s hand collided with Aaron’s right cheek. The sound it made reverberated throughout the entire space. He had no time to recover before she grabbed onto his face again, much rougher than the last time, “You listen here, Arabella, and you listen well. Once you stepped through that door, the “b” word was erased from your vocabulary. Use it again in my presence and there will be severe consequences.”

Aaron sealed his lips shut. He never thought of himself as particularly obedient, but he couldn’t find it in him to stand up to his captors. Not wanting to find out what Mistress meant by “severe consequences,” he groveled, “I’m so sorry...M-Mistress.”

Returning to her neutral smile, Mistress eased Aaron back into the cushy chair. She then took his arms and tied them down, followed by his legs. Lastly, she grabbed his hair and pulled him back so that she could lock his neck in place, forcing him to stare straight forward.

“Now,” Mistress whispered into his ear. Well, what do you know? It was possible to pop a boner under immense stress. Her teeth clicked as she continued, “I want you to be a big brave girl and keep your eyes nice and wide.” She gave him a kiss on the cheek, before taking her leave. As she walked through the same door he’d entered through, she pulled a remote from her pocket and pressed the big red button that had been lovingly placed in its center, “I’ll see you when you wake up, cutie.”

The furry pink wall in front of Aaron began to rise, revealing itself to be a curtain instead. Stationed behind it was a large, empty glass orb perched on a pedestal so it was perfectly at eye level.

Aaron pulled against the restraints, finding them much too secure to be muscled out of. He was well and truly trapped. Defying Mistress’s words, he closed his eyes.

Meanwhile, as the curtain reached the ceiling, the glass orb began to fill with a glowing pink gas. The lights around the room dimmed down, causing the smoke to shine even brighter. As the glass container finished filling, the magenta haze began to spin in a clockwise pattern. The centrifugal force of the spinning smoke generated an undeniable heat, much like a lightbulb would. It was a mesmerizing sight had Aaron’s eyes been open.

“Aaron, you’re making Mistress very sad when you don’t listen to her orders,” Mistress’s voice came through a speaker embedded in the chair, “Don’t you want to make Mistress happy? It feels so good to make Mistress happy. All you have to do is open your eyes, and then Mistress can show you just how happy I can make you feel.”

Aaron could feel his resolve waning. Something was off about this whole thing, but it wasn’t like he was going anywhere. Plus, the last thing he needed was to piss this woman off and lose his chance of absolving his debt. He clenched his fist and unclenched his eyes, allowing them to gaze at the pink spectacle.

It was beautiful, radiant, and bold. The color felt so...uniquely feminine. Was this what being a girl felt like? It was so warm and inviting and friendly. He felt like he could watch the smoke turn in that glass case for hours.

In fact, Aaron was so captivated by the glowing pink fog that he had absolutely no idea how much time was passing. Seconds turned into minutes turned into hours with no differentiation between them. His consciousness was so locked that he didn’t realize when he started to wet his pants, soaking his jeans, as well as the leather seat, in his fresh urine. And with the way the clock was moving, it was as if no time had passed when he felt himself go again, and again. After a few instigated accidents, his wetting problem turned into a messing one, as he began to ruin his pants in a far more embarrassing way.

However, in spite of the raging humiliation he should’ve been feeling, he hadn’t even noticed anything wrong. His mind was so deep in trance that nothing, not even a kick to the groin, would pull him out of it.

The speakers came to life again, with Mistress’s silky smooth voice ringing in Aaron’s ears once more, “You’ve done so well, Arabella. Your Mistress is so proud of you.”

Aaron could feel a bizarre sense of gratification from Mistress’s praise. He cooed and moaned, feeling himself growing aroused by her unyielding approbation. “Go ahead and reward yourself sweetie, and once you’re done, you will fall into a deep, deep sleep.”

“R-reward myself?” said Aaron, his voice monotone, despite how excited he was to be earning a reward so soon. He was clamoring to know what it would be. Suddenly, his arm restraints were freed, but not his legs, causing even more confusion.

“Go on, pleasure yourself to my voice, Arabella. Let my words bring you to a climax.”

That was all Aaron needed to hear. His hands instantly closed in on his urine-drenched pants. He didn’t bother with unbuckling his belt or removing his pants, instead choosing to unzip the hole in his jeans to pull his dick through. With only piss to lubricate, he furiously masturbated as his Mistress continued to speak in his ear.

“That’s right. Very good. You’re so big. Much too big to be my little sissy. Don’t worry, we’re gonna change all of that after you are fast asleep. Won’t that be nice?” “Yes!” shouted Aaron, as he was mounting toward a climax unlike anything he’d ever felt before. And it was all for her. For Mistress. For his Mistress. Thinking those words only added to the euphoria that was wrecking his body. His hands and feet were twitching with ecstasy.

Letting out a high-pitched, feral squeal, Aaron ejaculated, sending several helpings of gooey sperm onto the floor. However, unlike his normal orgasms, this one didn’t seem to be dying down. His penis kept spitting out spunk at an alarming rate. He clawed against the leather seat and thrust his hips in the air as his balls emptied out completely. He collapsed in his messy pants, fully drained of both energy and cum.

As Aaron started to drift off following his life-changing climax, he fell back against the chair and zoned out like a complete space cadet, not that he minded. Mistress was so satisfied with him and that thought made his heart flutter. He couldn’t wait to bring her even greater joy in the future.

As the curtain shuttered, so did Aaron’s eyes, ushering him into a deep sleep. Mistress, along with three other women, entered once the room was accessible again from a secret entrance hidden behind a different curtain. All of them giggled viciously. One of the girls, Elissa, nudged Mistress, “It’s not fair, Blair Bear! Why do you always get the cute ones?”

“Yeah,” said Deborah, Elissa’s loyal minion. She sniffed the air and covered her nose in an exaggerated manner, “Woof! And he’s a messy one too! I can never make their pants brown on the first try!”

The third girl, Miley, ran up and hugged Mistress, “Oh shush, Debby! You’re just jealous that Ms. Blair is just that good.”

“What did you say?” asked Deborah in a threatening voice.

Mistress stepped in between all of them, breaking up a fight in the making. “Girls, girls, this is not the time to be caddy with each other. Arabella here makes twelve,” she said, the other girl’s faces lighting up with anticipation. She smirked, her lips curling into an evil smile, “Looks like we’re ready for the games to begin.”

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ROUND 1, PART 1

The dimmed fluorescent lights that lined the ceiling of a large room powered on fully, their harsh light designed to pierce the sleeping eyelids of those under its heavy beams.

Aaron’s eyes cracked open. He instantly rolled to his side to take cover from the blinding light, barely registering the fact that he was unable to close his thighs together. He didn’t care, he just wanted to go back to sleep...wait...why couldn’t close his legs?

Aaron’s eyes opened once more, only this time he was aided by his accelerated heartbeat, which was thumping like a bass drum. His hands slowly shifted beneath the sheets. It was only when he made contact with the bulky plastic surrounding his pelvis that he noticed the pink bars that lined the mattress he was lying in. Putting two and two together, there was only one possible answer.

Sitting up and ripping the plush blankets off of himself, Aaron was horrified to find that his only attire was an enormous white diaper and a t-shirt. The pink and white baseball shirt fit him comfortably and had the number “12” written on its front and back. He instantly moved to rip the diaper off, but as he did, he suddenly stopped. He wanted to take it off, he really did. But, something in his brain wouldn’t let him.

Looking around the room, Aaron saw he wasn’t alone in this predicament. Set up in a circle were eleven other cribs with other men and women inside, each dressed identically to how he was, only the numbers on their shirts ranged from 1 to 11. He opened his mouth to speak, “Heya! Hewwo-”

Aaron stopped talking, in utter disbelief at the sounds that came out of his mouth. He tested his voice again, “Whas appenin...whas wong wit ma voish?!” No matter what he did or what way he held his jaw, he couldn’t get anything to come out of his mouth without a babyish speaking affect.

Several others in the room turned to look at him, each with varying degrees of empathy and apathy. One girl in the crib next to Aaron with the number “11” written on her shirt took pity on him. “Ish nod jus you. We don kno-wa whas goin on,” she said, blushing at the adorable kiddy lisp she was forced to speak with.

Suddenly, a loud alarm not unlike a school bell rang throughout the room. The last two people who were asleep were startled awake by the noise. Simultaneously, the bars of all twelve cribs descended. Yet, once the cribs were all the way open, no one dared move a muscle.

Aaron looked back and forth around the room, confused as to why no one wanted to be the first to leave. He decided to make the first move, scooting himself toward the edge and hopping down to the plushy, foam-covered floor. Everyone else in the room gasped as if waiting for something bad to happen.

Quickly scanning the room, Aaron discovered finally allowing himself to get a better sense of his surroundings. Scattered all throughout the room were items and furniture pieces that one would usually find in a nursery. Combined with the crib and diaper he woke up in, it wasn’t a very far-fetched assessment, no matter how bizarre it was that a baby nursery was scaled up for adults.

As Aaron searched, he could only find one exit in the form of the large door that lined one wall of the nursery. Without thinking, he rushed over to the oversized entryway, waddling a bit with each step. It took a few seconds to get the hang of, but it wasn’t all that hard to move. He remembered his days in football, wearing bulky, padded clothing and bending his knees to balance his center.

The giant metal door was painted sky blue with white, clouds scattered across it. There was no handle or lever or anything. All Aaron could do was bang at the door and hope someone would be able to hear, “Hewwo!!!! Hewp ush!!!!”

One by one, the others stood up, each working on their own methods of finding an escape. Some joined Aaron at the door, with the idea of creating as much noise as possible. A few others started feeling around the walls, looking for a secret door or passage. Only Eleven stayed seated while everyone tried to escape.

After getting exhausted from banging on the door, Aaron turned his attention to the lone girl still inside her crib. She was small and petite with large eyes. Compared to his oafish appearance, she looked far cuter in her diaper than he did, though it wasn’t likely she should appreciate that sentiment. “Hey,” he said, leaning against the bars of her crib, “We cood use yo hewp ta-”

“I’b fine, tank you,” said Eleven, keeping her eyes trained on the door as if waiting for someone. Timidly, her eyes darted over to Aaron, looking him up and down. She sighed and muttered quietly, “An if you smart, you wiww ged back in da cwib.”

Aaron was more than a little puzzled by the girl’s response, but he got the hint. She had zero interest in talking to anyone. He looked to his crib, considering what the girl had told him, and then back towards the door, which might as well have been another wall with how unlikely they were to get it open. Regardless, he couldn’t justify sitting and waiting for help. To hell with hiding in the crib. He was going to get out of here.

However, just as Aaron was about to return to the metal door, another alarm went off, freezing everybody in place. The door slowly began to rise, forcing anyone nearby to back up. Standing on the other side with enormous smirks on their faces were 12 tall, gorgeous women, one of whom was the woman Aaron only knew as Mistress. Behind the girls was a team of slightly shorter women dressed in nurse’s uniforms.

The tallest of all the women stepped forward from the group and peered around at all the diaper babies. “Well, ladies, it looks to me like we have a lot of troublemakers who should know better than to leave their cribs on their own,” she said with an authoritative voice. She then walked up to the man with a “1” on his back and picked him up with ease. The other ladies followed suit, going after their various Littles.

“Aww, such a good baby! Mommy knew she made the right choice when she found you,” said the woman who was lifting Eleven out of her crib, “No punishment for you!”

P-Punishment?! Aaron did not like the sound of that. Since he hadn’t seen Mistress come to get him yet, he quickly ran over to his crib with the intention of jumping inside, hoping that no one noticed his sly maneuver. Sadly, just as he was climbing back in, he felt a hand on his shoulder, followed shortly by an eerily familiar voice, “It’s lovely to see you again, Aaron.”

All at once, Aaron felt his heart dissolve. He had no idea how to explain it, but Mistress’s voice and touch brought him such euphoric levels of joy. Meanwhile, his conscious brain actively fought against these invading thoughts. He slowly turned to make eye contact with the fiercely intimidating woman. She looked around at all of the other women who were far too busy with their own babies to worry about what she was up to. She pressed her finger to her lips, signaling Aaron to stay quiet as she lifted him up and cooed, “Hehe! I knew you’d make Mistress so proud by staying in your crib! Looks like there will be no punishment for you!”

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief. He hated to admit it, but it wasn’t just his physical body that was in Mistress’s hands, it was his entire life. He needed to trust her for now. At least she appeared moderately on his side by getting him out of punishment. He looked to all the other women, who were forming a single-file line in front of a small, pop-up table set out by the nurses.

Mistress walked over to stand out of line with her “good baby,” allowing Aaron to see exactly what the punishment was. It was a hardy serving of castor oil. He felt his gag reflex kick in out of sympathy, thankful he didn’t have to stomach what ten of his fellow prisoners did.

Still, thinking about the others reminded him that there was one other person who had managed to avoid punishment. Aaron craned his neck to look at Eleven, watching as her caretaker bounced the diaper-clad girl in her arms and babbled baby talk to her in her ear. How did she know to stay in the crib? While he and the others were clueless, she seemed to have advanced knowledge of what was going to happen.

Aaron’s musings were cut off as the final dose of castor oil was handed out. The lead woman once again returned to the mic, wearing a far warmer smile than before, “Hello everyone, my name is Dom, and these are my lovely Mistresses. For most of you, you have not experienced what happens to those who act out, who misbehave, or who disobey. In order to win, you must prove you’re the most mature baby in this room, and ten of you are not off to great starts.

“Win?” muttered Aaron, before realizing that idle thought was not silent. He instantly covered his mouth when he realized he’d managed to draw Dom’s attention. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he prayed he would not have to endure her wrath due to his small outburst.

Luckily, Dom only giggled at his one-worded question. “Yes, number 12, that is correct. You all were brought here for one reason. To play our game and to win,” she said, before turning her attention back to everyone else, “All of you have debts that you cannot pay off. Your lives before entering this room were already forfeit. That’s why we want to give you either the chance for redemption or at least the chance to start anew. The winner of this game will receive a handsome reward. Your debts will be paid off in full. Additionally, you will receive twelve million dollars to restart your life with, one million for every player in this room.

Audible gasps echoed throughout the room. Aaron couldn’t believe his ears. All he had to do was win some stupid game and he’d finally get out from under his gambling debt? It was almost too good to be true. It was definitely no trick though, as she soon brought forth a briefcase, opening it to show off the potential winnings.

Dom, however, was nowhere near finished with her speech. She smirked as continued, knowing she already held these penniless babies by the balls, “For the eleven of you who fail to win, you will be given a brand new life as a newborn baby slave. You will never be allowed to return to your old lives again. You will instead remain in this facility until someone purchases you, either for personal use or to be auctioned. At which point, you will have been perfectly trained to be the most obedient and adorable baby girl that you can be.”

The excitement in the room quickly died down. Aaron could feel his heart racing. He’d played with some serious stakes before, but this was something else. None of that mattered right now, though. The thought of what awaited him if he tried to refuse to play had far worse odds than 1 in 12.

Smiling, Dom finished her announcement, “Welcome to this year’s Squish Game!”

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ROUND 1, PART 2

“Welcome to this year’s Squish Game! We’re excited to have you with us! You’re assigned Mistresses will now prepare you for the first round of the game. And I know you will all do your best to be good, obedient Littles!” With her finishing words, Dom and her Mistresses got to work. Aaron’s Mistress picked him up and carried him over to one of the twelve changing tables. His was clearly marked with a big 12 written in pink numbers that perfectly matched his shirt.

Mistress propped Aaron up onto the table, taking a deep breath, “Okay, Aaron, I know this is going to sound weird...but you need to use your diaper.”

“I’b sowwy...w-whad?” stuttered Aaron, pretending not to be certain what Mistress had just said to him. In actuality, he knew exactly what she’d asked him to do. She wanted him to...he didn’t even want to think about it.

And Mistress was no fool. She could see by his expression how apprehensive her request made him. She placed her hands on his shoulders. “This is it, Aaron. This is the only change you’re gonna get until the end of the round. The last thing you want right now is to have anything inside of you.”

Aaron looked down at his diaper, dreading every second of this as he motioned for Mistress to lift him off of the table. “Sho, whas da gamb? Ho-wa do I win?” he asked, hoping to have some motivation for what he was about to do.

Mistress could only shake her head in response, “I’m sorry, Aaron. I’ve probably already said too much.” She placed her arms on two corners of the changing table and looked away.

It took Aaron a second to realize what she was doing. She was giving him as much privacy as she could to do his business. Glancing at the other teams, they all appeared to be doing something similar. Despite how grim a lot of this shit was, at least the Mistresses didn’t seem overtly cruel, with one glaring exception. Dom had her Little squatting on top of the changing table, barking at him to fill his pampers, much to his humiliation. The poor dude kept looking around the room at everyone frantically, his eyes begging for others to turn away.

Aaron was happy to oblige, knowing he had his own problems to worry about. He bent his knees a bit more to get into a squatting position. He squinted his eyes, assuming after decades of potty training that his body wouldn’t be able to get anything out. Much to his shock, his body instantly started to pee like nothing was wrong. He stopped, recoiling from how easy it was to let go.

Mistress giggled at his reaction, “Did Aaron already forget? We had such a lovely introductory session too. You’ll find it’s not very hard to get past all those pesky mental hurdles so you can use your diaper whenever you want!”

Needless to say, Aaron wasn’t exactly thrilled by this development, but at least it made it easier for him to use his diaper when he needed to. He sighed and let himself resume his urination. He blushed hard as his diaper grew moist and yellow, which unfortunately wasn’t the only thing that was hard. Inside his progressively swelling pampers was an unexplainable erection that seemed to very much enjoy the squishy confines of his diaper. He pressed against himself to stuff his stiffy between his legs, but the diaper was far too thick to pull off that maneuver. All he ended up doing was fondling himself, which only served to turn him on even more.

*PFFFFFFFF!*

“Eeep!” yelped Aaron as he farted loudly for all in the room to hear. His stream once again stopped, though at least he’d managed to nearly empty his bladder. He now had a new problem. He had to poop. It wasn’t desperate yet, but given an hour or so, it could be.

Covering her mouth to stifle her laughter, Mistress did her best to be respectful in spite of Aaron’s comical reaction. “Sounds like someone needs to go number two!” She patted him on the back, knowing her affirmation would make him feel better thanks to the triggers that had been planted in his brain.

Defying the warm feeling in his heart from Mistress’s gentle pats, Aaron shook his head no. Peeing himself was one thing, but he’d be damned if he was going to shit himself.

Mistress, however, had other ideas. She placed her arms around his waist, pulling him close and whispering into his ear, “Hehe! Sorry, Aaron. You’ll thank me later.”

Aaron had no time to react before Mistress crushed his tummy within her tightening hug. He squirmed as the newly applied pressure sent new, confusing signals throughout his body. Normally, he’d have no problem holding his composure from a heavy embrace, but for some reason, it was like his sphincter had been activated by the aggressive mama bear hug he was receiving. He clinched with everything he had, but it was no use. His eyes went wide.

*BLOOOOOOOOOORRRRT*

Unable to form any words, Aaron could only mumble out incoherent babble as he filled his diaper with almost no control. Even worse was the strange reaction that the mushy mess was having on his body. It felt like he got even harder after muddying his butt. He hated the way it oozed around in the back of his nappy...so why did it turn him on so goddamn much?!

Mistress was quick to notice this phenomenon occurring and decided to take matters into her own hands. She carefully grabbed onto the front of his diaper, slowly encircling the padding around his phallus. “Uh oh, looks like widdwe Aaron is getting all excited,” she said as she began to pump her hand up and down.

Aaron’s knees went weak. He couldn’t find it in him to fight back. It felt too good to want it to stop. Any thought of how disgusted he should be was replaced in less than a millisecond by the overwhelming pleasure he was experiencing. An ungodly screech escaped his lips as he unloaded his spunk into his nappy, playing right into Mistress’s hand.

As Aaron jizzed in his pampers, Mistress pressed her other hand into the back of his diaper, smushing his own filth against his backside. This was her cherry on top. She wanted to make sure that Aaron associated his wonderful climax with the messy diaper he was stuck in. She spoke into his ear, “Oh wow, I’ve never had a sissy baby so eager before! Did Mistress do a good job?”

“Ahhh...uh-huh..” was all Aaron could muster the strength to say. He rested his weight into Mistress’s arms, feeling oddly content. He could get used to-NO! “Gah...wha...did I-”

A cruel snicker sent chills throughout Aaron’s spine as Mistress lifted his noodle-like body onto the table. “From now on, you’ll find that, after a climax, your mind and body are as loose and docile as a newborn baby. You must have a strong will to break through the mental effects so quickly,” she said, complimenting his resiliency.

Aaron couldn’t care less about the flattery at this present. He would’ve been scowling had his eyes not been so droopy. If only it were just his eyes. Try as he might, he couldn’t seem to will his body to move whatsoever. It was like he was completely paralyzed. “Wha...c-can’d I...mobe…” he mumbled, still panting heavily.

“Because you’re under hypnotic trance, silly billy. Remember?” said Mistress, sweetly, yet coldly at the same time. She chuckled, “I just told you mere minutes ago. Maybe I gave your baby brains too much credit.”

Blushing, Aaron couldn’t believe a form of hypnosis was so strong that it could disable his body at will. And yet, his immovable limbs were all the evidence he needed to prove the contrary.

With no warning, Mistress leaned down and kissed him on the lips. His body convulsed filled with ecstasy and adrenaline, as her plush lips consumed him. She giggled at the admiration that coursed through his entire body. She couldn’t get enough of her sweet, helpless victims losing themselves to her touch. That was all it took to send Aaron’s mind back down, leaving him perfectly pliant.

Grabbing his ankles, Mistress unfastened Aaron’s diaper tapes, removing his wet, messy, and sticky diaper. Part of her wanted to tease him about it, but she knew he wouldn’t comprehend a word she said right now anyway. She wiped him down thoroughly, gaining intense satisfaction at the reaction she could still get out of him.

Despite cumming buckets into his fluffy diaper, Aaron was already back at full attention. He wasn’t aware, but increased sperm production was just another influence of the trance he was under. His balls were already looking plump again, a good sign that his body was adapting well to its new conditions.

Having had to go last in sissy baby selection was new for Mistress, so she was a tad concerned his body wouldn’t have enough time to incubate. Lo and behold, she may have lucked her way into her most subby baby yet.

Mistress placed a clean diaper under Aaron’s butt and wasted no time slathering him up with baby lotion and coating his privates and backside with powder. She made sure not to stroke him too much. She’d already let him cum once and she didn’t want to spoil him before he even made it through the first round. It almost felt like a form of self-deprivation, though, since she would’ve loved nothing more than to waste the rest of her day making him ejaculate over and over again. Instead, she restrained her inner desires as she smothered his throbbing member underneath the soft, plushy diaper front.

Looking around at how the others were progressing, Mistress was pleased to see that only she and Dom had yet to finish pleasuring and changing their Littles. Another advantage she had over her competition. Leaning in close to Aaron’s ear, she whispered, “Okay Aaron, pay attention. In a few minutes, I’m going to be escorting you into the game room. You will have to compete to stay in the game. If you lose, you’ll never get to see Mistress again, so make sure you do your best! I don’t know what the first game will be, but my advice is to be cautious and let others be the first to make mistakes. You’ll also want to keep...

Aaron did his best to keep up, but Mistress was talking a mile a minute. Still, he didn’t want her to think he wasn’t paying attention, so he put all of his energy into nodding along with every word she said.

*RRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGG!!!*

The school bell alarm sounded off again, alerting the Mistresses that their time was up. Several ladies were still taping their babies into their diapers while simultaneously lifting them up and rushing toward the exit. But not Aaron’s Mistress. She was cool and confident as she raised her well-prepared baby up to her chest, nuzzling his head in the crux of her neck.

“I hope you’re ready, Aaron, because the game is about to begin.”

TO BE CONTINUED...

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