finally convincing Jack to take some time off so you can go on a couples vacation and going on a tropical cruise with dr sexy himself...
Jack Abbot in little aloha print swim trunks that only go down to mid thigh and show off his bubble butt. bare chested, back muscles on show, biceps out, freckles POPPING all shiny from where you've taken your sweet time slathering him in sun screen...
spends his time lounging about on deck chairs by the pool watching you splash about under the guise of reading whatever Tom Clancy novel he brought with him that he hasn't read a line of and readjusting himself so u don't notice that his chubby dick is half hard. rubbing lotion down your back and butt and thighs every other hour bc "Gotta get every inch of your pretty butt baby. Can't let my girl get toasted."
feeding u summer fruits when u inevitably crawl on his chest, more than ready to take a nap under the shade after all that swimming, thick fingers putting pineapple cubes and peach slices to your lips, "Open up baby," letting you suck them clean after, thumb swiping juice off your bottom lip while he gives you heated looks. "Mmm, good, yeah? You're all sticky, sweetheart." all condescending in ur ear like his hard-on isn't pressed right against ur butt.
looks so dreamy the entire time, hair ruffled from the sea breeze as he leans down to kiss you silly... naughty hands slipping under your bikini bottoms to squeeze at ur butt and thighs until u squeal n push him away. Thank god this cruise is adults only
getting a little too baked in the sun so dr daddy gotta take u back to ur cabin, peels your bikini off you all gentle before laying u down flat on the bed. tuts all disapproving, like he's not eating up the sight of ur itty bitty bikini tan lines, hands itching to rub aloe gel all over his pretty lil girlfriend like the dirty old man he is "Uh uh, stop whining. I told you i gotta put sunscreen on you every hour, pumpkin. now look at you,"
barely containing his grin as he looms above you in bed, watching you sigh in relief and arch into his hands as he rubs gel on your poor, sunburnt titties, thumbs shamelessly rubbing your nips stiff as he gropes u. "S'ok baby i know it stings, i'll make it allll better, yeah?"
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He starts using you as an excuse to skip his work and everything that requires his attention due to his title, which never works on Barbatos.
You reward him with hugs if you find out that he finished the work he had pending.
Cuddle king!!
Your hugs comfort him after a long day of meetings and whatnot, as he grumbles about how his title affects the relationship because he never has time for you.
He's very open about his relationship with you and is not afraid to show you off to others.
Barbatos:
He makes sure he always makes time for you.
Your hugs always catch him off guard everytime, even if you thought he'd be used to it.
He tends to think that if he doesn't spend enough time with you, it might make you feel unloved by him.
Being Diavolo's butler, he rarely has time for you so he makes up with cuddles and food (which he himself cooks).
He's ashamed by how jealous he feels whenever he sees other people spending more time with you than him but he makes up for it, one way or another.
Solomon:
God, it's like a challenge between the two of you on who's the most clingiest.
He doesn't care who comes out as the winner of this challenge, he simply wants to be as loving to you as possible.
Definitely not to make the others jealous, no. Why would you think that?
If you keep scores on this, he'll start cheating his way to win.
But, at the end of the day, he knows it's your arms that will comfort and hug him anyways.
Will purposely want to be as close to you as possible when you're alone; whether it's just lazing around, or if he has work to be done.
There's no room for jealousy of other people between you both because there's just that much love.
Simeon:
Simply adores you!
Your hugs are like his lifeline. Without it, he feels gloomy (as described by Luke).
He will count down the hours until you make it to Purgatory Hall to greet him.
He's willing to be a full blown pillow for you when you guys cuddle.
Obviously has to start making excuses like movie night, sleepovers and anything he can think of, in order to be with you.
Literally made a plan to create a room for you in Purgatory Hall and shift Solomon to the House of Lamentation.
The idea was quickly burned down by everyone though.
Thirteen:
At first, you thought she wouldn't really like it but boy, you were wrong!
She craves your hugs everyday, after work or even before you guys start the day.
She won't show it but she always ends up blushing whenever you compliment her or cuddle with her.
Acts like she doesn't care when you are in public, but it shows on her face when you hold her hand, or even smile.
Doesn't really get jealous but if the other person is too clingy with you, she will glare daggers into their soul and honestly, who isn't already scared of her.
Raphael:
Attention seeker!!
Absolutely hates when you ignore his cues or...well his existence in general.
He won't let you get away from him once you both are cuddling.
He always wants you to start with the affection and he'll make sure he never stops after that.
Wants you to depend on him for certain stuff, be it teaching you healing spells or anything. He likes to be useful to you.
There isn't anyone who'd try to do anything funny to you because they know he'll start raining down spears on them.
Side note- Don't even try making him jealous unless you want to deal with the consequences.
Mephistopheles:
Similar to Lucifer, he prefers to enjoy your affection privately.
He may seem stiff when you hug him for the first time but after that, he starts hugging you back and may pat your head too, if he's in a cherry mood.
Very much open about his relationship with you because why not? There's no harm in it.
Will get extremely flustered if you catch him off guard with a hug or a kiss.
He trusts you a lot, so there's really no way he'd ever get jealous.
Finally did it. I was thinking of posting this last week but then added Raphael and Mephisto in case you guys wanted them as well.
♡ character A running up to an old friend and pulling them into a hug, while the colour drains from character B’s face.
eeeee I was hoping someone picked this hehehe thank you x
One moment Tom’s side had been comfortably warm, everywhere that Mary leaned against, and the next he was profoundly aware of the cold December air and the flash of turquoise and magenta as his beloved suddenly took off with a rather enthusiastic shriek.
His efforts to call after her were cut short by a sudden vice around his throat – Mary had run to a man who had been stood, watching the river. His Mary who had told him so many times that she loathed anything more than a brisk walk, had positively sprinted away from him at the sight of this unfamiliar dark-haired man.
Tom broke into a light jog for the 15 metre expanse that seemed to yawn between them, his stomach lurching as he watched Mary’s arms wrap around the man’s torso, positively beaming as she did so. An unfamiliar sensation crept over him, one that seemed to replace every fibre of his being with radio static. He was dimly aware of the way his face somehow felt both excruciatingly warm and icy cold, too distracted to bother figuring it out as he watched with horror while this stranger returned his beloved’s embrace.
Mary turned her head, as if her internal frequency had picked up on Tom’s radio static, offering him a warm smile, “Tom, this is my dear old friend, John Sparrow.”
Chapter 1: What Does The Crazy Psychopath Have In His Attic?
See my masterlist for other WIPs.
See the BFTI Page for more info on this WIP.
Chapter 1 is up on AO3! (for some reason the share button on AO3 ain't working for me, but oh well, the link does.
The amazing artwork is by @bootyfoal! I'm honored she's doing artwork for the story, it's insanely good (seriously, the way she captured Lavinia's despairing look and Anthony's leer is uncanny). We're trying to motivate eachother into doing more creative stuff and trying to pick up our hobbies again, and this is the result.
Summary: Lavinia Hellebryne is broken. Just when she thought her life would start, it was over. Taken by a sadistic vampire when she was about to start college most certainly wasn't what she had in mind when she moved to the city. Years later, an unlikely turn of events sees her returned to her family after she had all but given up on ever getting away from the monster that took her. But the thing they don't tell you about being rescued, is that it's only the beginning. Starting on the long journey of getting her life (and herself) back, Lavinia soon discovers that her life will never be the same. And when things take a turn for the worse, she'll have to learn to accept some new truths about herself, and forge a path to a life she'd want to live, even if it's…. unconventional.
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A/N: So @benshvrdy made me do it since she reblogged those goddamn gifs of Ben boxing. My horny mind just imagined what would happen if I saw Ben at the gym boxing…As always, feedback is very much appreciated! Enjoy my lovelies (I didn’t proofread it, forgive me) 😊
Warnings: NSFW themes (18+) just the classic frantic, quickie session sprinkled in with some voyeurism and unprotected sex, ya feel me?! This may just be the filthiest piece I have written fam! ;)
Word Count: 2,248
“Today is gonna be a great day” you tell yourself as you walk into the gym, greeting the receptionist with a nod. It’s 6 AM on a Friday morning and being in the open concept facility filled to the walls with various exercise equipment is the last place you wanna be right now, but your gym BAE is here and you needed your daily dose of his smile.
It all started about 3 months ago when you first moved into the city. You needed a place to go to let out all the stress from your job and sometimes from life, a place that had a ton of resources that was also within your budget. Luckily, at the suggestion of your coworker, she recommended this pristine-but-also-plays-banging-music gym and you truly couldn’t be happier. This was until you saw him. The fair skinned, golden locked, emerald eyed, has a body that rivals Adonis, man.
You haven’t officially met (yet) but you knew his name was Ben, thanks to your gym buddy that just so happens to be friends with his trainer. Both you and Ben have definitely made eye contact and even exchanged acknowledging smiles when you see each other in passing. This has only happened a couple times, and each time without fail, you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks and you quickly walk away before a conversation can start. Although it may seem like you are a confident badass bitch when you are doing major work with the kettlebells, you are still shy and a little awkward at times like these.
So cut to this moment: you have just put your wireless headphones in and just pressed play on your workout playlist. Clothed in a strappy sports bra and leggings that do wonders for your derriere, you walk confidently toward the row machines to start your warmup. You woke up today with every intention of being a “badass bitch” and of course that included strutting in the gym with your very best outfit. Hot AF and functional you told yourself.
Just as you get into the swing of your sprint, a figure walks past you, towards the boxing ring. It’s Ben and you can’t help but admire how cute his hat looks as it sits backward atop his blonde locks and how delectable his ass looks in those gym shorts. Your eyes track down his fit body and you notice that he has taken off his gym shoes, his bare feet padding across the facility. This contrasting look of both adorableness and pure sex makes your head spin and your breath to hitch. Not a moment later, do you notice that Ben’s appearance today is causing a spark of heat that you can feel slowly building in your core. After about 5 minutes of trying your hardest to focus, you decide that you’ve had enough rowing for the day and you head over to the kettlebell rack for the next part of your routine.
What you are oblivious to, and have been for quite some time, is Ben’s hungry gaze towards you as he observes you moving across the room. What you don’t notice is that you have been on Ben’s mind for the entire three months that he’s seen you at the gym. You don’t notice how the receptionists and his trainer constantly tease him about his shyness in actually going up to you and striking a conversation. The way his green eyes darken in intensity when he sees you stretching in a downwards dog position and how a longing soft groan escapes his lips each time when he hears you grunting as you are doing assisted pullups, is something that’s not even on your radar.
So to get out of his feels for you (for now) and focus on his workout, wraps his hands to get ready for a sparring session with his trainer. Ben has been equally aware of your presence this morning, probably even more so than you are of his. His stolen, furtive glances of you gracefully taking off your sweatshirt, only to reveal a strappy sports bra that accentuates the line going down your back has him done for. Add this to the pair of leggings that glide along your strong, thick legs like a water and Ben is a man that is absolutely whipped for you. He is definitely feeling conflicted because although he was looking forward to putting in work on the boxing bag, he is currently sporting a hard on that only seems to grow the longer he stares at you. Ben is currently thanking his lucky stars at the fact that you don’t seem to notice him looking at you like a snack because he’s feeling guilty about it and doesn’t want to miss a chance to get to know (and fuck) you.
Ben slides his boxing gloves on and does everything in his power to not think about you while he is throwing punches at the bag. It’s working very well, because he is imagining the black, heavy, sand filled bag to be a person that could potentially harm you. The frequency and intensity of which his gloved fists land on the bag increase with intensity as Ben gets into the zone. Labored breaths escape his plump pink lips and the muscles of his forearms ripple as he continues to spar with the bag.
You were just about to finish your workout of the morning when you slide your headphones off your ears. As you take a sip from your water bottle, your ears perk up to the labored grunts that Ben is emitting as he is going off on the punching bag. His agile body is following the direction of every combination that his trainer is directing him. When he gets a particular combo down, one that he’s been struggling for weeks, he jumps animatedly on the mat, laughing in victory. He looks up and he is greeted by your lust blown eyes, you unconsciously biting your lip in response. You flash him a small smile in acknowledgement and avert your eyes away. Embarrassed that you had been caught, you hurriedly grab you gym bag and rush over to the locker rooms.
After quickly exchanging goodbyes with his trainer, Ben collects his belongings and follows you trail into the locker rooms. There are barely any other patrons at the gym and Ben makes up his mind to at least talk to you. He passes the men’s locker rooms, his mind dead set on introducing himself to you this time. When he enters the women’s locker room, he is greeted by a sight that he’d never see. Craning his neck around the partition that is covering this body, his eyes take in the sigh of you standing back against the lockers, head thrown back in sexual frustration, eyes shut tight, your right hand buried in your leggings, with the left slowly trailing up your glistening body to grab your breast for relief. The sight of you like this, pleasuring yourself without hesitation, brings Ben back to where he started before he started boxing today: mind horny and cock hard.
What really does it for Ben is when he hears you quietly moan out his name as you bring yourself closer and closer to your release. The sounds of your frantic whimpers and the sliding of your fingers around your clit is enough to encourage Ben to make his presence known.
“Do I make you wet love?” Ben speaks up, smirking when you are shaken out of your frustrated daze. A blush immediately creep up your cheeks, and your jaw drops in shock and utter embarrassment. Remembering the badass bitch mantra you had repeated to yourself this morning, you respond back, your fingers still slowly circling your pleasure center.
“You’ve always made me this wet Ben,” You confidently moan aloud, this time not embarrassed at all about this gesture. “Have I always made you that hard?” You ask, nodding over to the bulge that is confined by his gym shorts.
“Always,” Ben says as steps closer to you, his hand wandering down to massage to provide temporary relief. Your eyes pierce each others, as if to say that a quick fucking will happen, the possibility of it filling the air.
“I never do this,” You gasp as Ben closes the distance between you, feeling the heat of his body radiating off of him. He nudges his knee in between your still legging clad legs, prompting you to grind his crotch on his flexed thigh as it rests against the locker behind you. “I usually let a man wine and dine me first before this happens…” Your voice trails off as his hand trails down the side of your curves.
“We’ve practically been dating for 3 months now,” Ben’s voice deepens as you slip a hand underneath his gym shorts. Your eyebrows raise up in surprise when your hand reaches his hard thick cock. “I hate wearing knickers at the gym” he says in response to your questioning eyes.
“Funny, so do I,” You reply back grabbing his wandering hand and guiding down towards your glistening core. He growls deeply in delight, his strong, languid fingers doing a dance around your clit and your hand glides up and down his cock, your grip tightening every now and then. All the while, you are both frantically kissing each other. He nips harshy at your bottom lip, swiping his tongue across it before you meet his tongue with yours. Your hot, wet, open mouth kisses are swallowing each others moans.
“Fuck, you’re so tight sweetheart,” Ben groans out in appreciation as your slick allows him to slide his middle and ring fingers into your drenched cunt. You pull your hand out of his shorts and grasp at his shoulders when his fingers make a come hither motion, hitting your G spot so perfectly.
“Ben, baby,” You cry out, chest heaving closer against his chest, your eyes shut as your bring your head back in ecstasy.
“Tell me what you need, love,” Ben murmurs into your ear, kissing the sweet spot below it as he continues his slow, calculated movements against your G spot. He is trying so hard not to come in his shorts because he can feel your walls clenching.
“I need you to fuck me Ben,” you moan aloud, failing to keep your gasps of pleasure in.
“As the lady wishes,” Ben growls loudly as he pulls his now soaked fingers out of your cunt. It’s all happening so fast and your mind is reeling at the way he roughly turns you so that you are facing the lockers. You place your hands atop them for support and hinge your hips back and grind against his still covered cock.
“You’ll be the death of me love, I swear it!” Ben groans lowly as he slides his shorts down to his knees. The mutual need to relieve each other’s frustration is mutual and you slide your leggings down to your ankles. You bring your plump derriere back and you moan in surprise when it comes into contact with Ben’s cock, already slick with precum.
Ben grabs the globes of your ass apart and he is welcome by the sight of your dripping core. With a slow, determined thrust, he slides his thick cock easily into your hole, your glistening walls swallowing each ridge and vein of his thick girth. You both obscenely moan aloud at the joining of your two bodies, not caring at all that someone can walk in on you both. This fact seems motivate you both because you push your ass back, taking in more of his hard length, gesturing him to move faster.
“As much as I wanna take my time and ravish you baby,” Ben gruffly whispers into your ear, quickening his thrusts into your cunt. “This is gonna be quick! I’m so close!”
“s’ok Ben, I comp- “ Your breath taken away when he pounds into a spot that you never knew existed. He takes notice of your surprised expression and increases the intensity of his thrusts, his trembling cock welcomed by the clenching of your wet walls. Ben looks down to where his cock is connected with your core and the sight of your electable ass jiggling with his fastened thrusts. Acting on impulse and need, he brings his hand down to slap your right ass cheek and your trembling walls clench around his cock, bringing both of your to your release. Shouts of each others name fill the locker room as you enjoy the feeling of his white hot cum shooting thick ropes inside you
“Fuuuuck me,” Ben gasps as he slows his hips down, pressing opened mouth kisses along your neck, reveling in the salty taste of your skin and the aftershocks of your walls throbbing around his slowly softening cock. A mixture of your releases trickle down your thigh and you both groan in frustration when he slides his cock out of you.
“Fuck me, indeed,” You smirk, turning your body around to face him, eyes tracking his as you slide a hand down to your pussy to collect the wetness there.
“Holy hell,” Ben exclaims in awe as he sees you bring your hand to your lips, licking the wetness off in a teasing manner “I’m marrying you.”
“Wine and dine me first,” you laugh aloud, lighting the atmosphere. “And we’ll see where it goes, Ben.”
