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❗️❗️SPOILERS FOR ROAD TO SHOW❗️❗️ I should preface this by saying I'm an engstars player, so I went into this with little knowledge, all I knew was mayoi, aira, and kohakuchi were in it.

SO I WATCHED ROAD TO SHOW AND FIRST OFF: MAYOI MY L O V E. I LOVED EVERY SCENE HE WAS IN ISTG MAN-HES SO PRETTY 😭😭 also Aira is J U S T like me. EVERY TIME HIS EYES SPARKLED I SCREAMED 😭😭 HES SO ADORABLE I-he's my son. I've adopted him.

Secondly: okay so the whole like- la Mort and stuff like-DAMN yall are so ❤️❤️ (except ko. As he is a child. IM LOOKING AT SOME OF YALL SMUT WRITERS.) My poor boyfriend was on the phone with me and all he heard the whole time was me screaming about how adorable aira was. Oh and screaming about mayoi and shi-those film awards man (had that been the Oscars or whatever its called, it wouldn't have won 💀) They're so cool man. ALSO THE SCENE WHERE MAYOI GRABS MACKY LIKE THAY??? OH MY G O D HES SO-I love mayoi ayase your honor

I FEEL SO BAD BECAUSE I WAS SUPPOSED TO WAIT FOR IT TO COME TO THE US SO MY BESTIE AND I COULD GO SEE IT BUT I WATCHED IT BECAUSE I HAVE ABSOLUTELY 0 PATIENCE-im brainrotting so hard over this movie yall it ain't even funny.....ALSO WHOSE CHILD WAS THAT- (skateboard kid) LIKE I TOOK A PIC OF HIM TO SEND TO MY BOYFRIEND BECAUSE BRO YOU LOOK 10-

Also RITSU AND MAO-i sent the ritsu sleeping on Mao pic to my bf and said "us ❤️" because like ritsu, I too sleep on my partners' lap.

I’M GOING CRAZY I JUST AAAKHH THIS JUST MAKE ME BLUSH SO BAD!!! it just so me i want to bite him very bad and the reaction of him so anton coded i just i just!! 😭😭😭

GIRL DINNER

genre. fluff. warnings. ...biting. pairing. anton x fem!reader. wc. 407. request. no. a/n. all bcuz @eternalgyu said she wanted to bite him when i sent her a pic 👹 the title is as impulsive as y/n in this fic goodbye

It was a peaceful afternoon, snuggled up next to Anton. His arm was wrapped around you, draped at your waist, completely relaxed. He scrolled through his phone, attention drifting off of you, though he was aware of your presence. You were drawing little shapes on the skin of his arm— the entire expanse of it available to you since he was wearing a t-shirt. Anton scrolled to the next tiktok on his phone, smiling at one of briize’s funny videos. He liked it and scrolled to the next one. 

Everything was quiet and calm. 

It was peaceful and relaxing. Just you and Anton.

Until Anton felt a gentle bite to his arm. 

His eyes widened slightly and he turned to you, raising an eyebrow, “Did you just… bite me?” He whispered. It was clear that you did since your mouth was still suspiciously close to his arm, but he still asked.

You blinked at him, “Impulse.”

“Why do you have an impulse to bite me?” He asked, scrunching up his nose.

“Cause you’re so munchkin and pretty. I wanna eat you.” You mumbled, sinking back into his side, moving your head to rest on his chest instead of close to his arm.

“Cannibal.” He whispered under his breath, going back to his phone as if nothing had happened.

A couple minutes passed, enough for 15 more tiktoks and 4 kisses placed to Anton’s cheek. Just as he was about to show you a funny video that had come across his feed, he felt it again.

*bite*

“Y/n!” He whined, pulling his arm away from you finally and sitting up. It wasn’t like the bite had hurt or anything— you were very gentle, but your boyfriend wanted to cuddle with you, not have his arm bitten.

“What?” You asked, feigning ignorance as long as you could. Anton frowned.

“Am I yummy?” 

“...Yes.” You whispered, biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling. Even his reaction was adorable. He sighed and laid back down on the pillow, wrapping his arms around you again.

“You said you were tired. Just sleep. No more biting.” He mumbled, closing his eyes and pulling you to lie on top of him. 

“Fine.” You said, frowning in fake hurt at your boyfriend. But he looked so peaceful laying there with his eyes closed that you couldn’t feel petty for too long, and eventually relaxed down to nap with him instead.

↳ riize taglist: @eternalgyu,, @kangtaehyunzzz,, @weird-bookworm,, @haecien,, @seolboba,, @cyberpunksunwoo,, @cosmicwintr, @chiiyuuvv

Katee, help me pls I'm in a daddy mood and i would like to ask u if you would please write some daddy Marcus for me 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 THANKIE LOVE OF MY LIFE

ahhahahaah please enjoy some smut, baby girl. also i needed some resolution to daddy!marcus and i loved this too much.

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know better

a/n: SMUT, daddy kink, fluid transfers, big ass age gap; unbetaed, flinging shit out bc i'm a horny bitch; marcus might be a little OOC here

word count: ~1600

pairing: marcus pike x fem reader

read on ao3

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He shouldn’t be doing this.

He really, really shouldn’t be doing this.

What the fuck is he thinking?

He shouldn’t have you stretched out over his thigh, your little skirt bouncing as he rocks your hips back and forth, your drenched panties moving over the rough material of his slacks. He sits in his office chair behind his large oak desk, your pretty legs clamped onto each side of the thigh he’d lowered you onto when you leaned over to kiss him, unwilling to listen to him bullshit you anymore.

His fingers shouldn’t be digging into your hips hard enough to leave bruises tomorrow. He shouldn’t be shirtless in his office. Marcus knows better than this, is better than this, but your open mouth emits whimpers that drain all thought and reason from him. He’s drunk off of you.

And you’re so young. So willing and pliant and soft. He should’ve had you transferred months ago before it went this far. Before you came to him in his office a week ago and offered him something.

To his credit, he declined at first. Said he didn’t think it would be a good idea. You are so bright and shiny and new, and his exhaustion from work, from dating, from life has settled itself in his bones. Your quick, witty flirtations make him feel young, but he can’t be that guy. Right?

You’d walked out looking so sad and embarrassed, and it broke him. He’d pretended he wouldn’t go home and spill himself all over his own stomach as he remembered you telling him you wanted him. He watches you now. Lost in your own pleasure, your clit pressed hard into his muscled thigh.

He watches your tits bounce, both pebbled nipples showing beautifully through your knit blouse. Before he can stop himself, he leans forward and bites one, eliciting a whimpered moan.

“Fuck, baby,” he says, biting the other and lifting your shirt up to suck on them. “Taste so fuckin’ good. Your tits are so fuckin’ pretty.”

You rock against him with your eyes closed, high off of the praise.

“I lied,” he says, gripping your hips again, moving you faster.

“I know you did,” you whisper.

“Sweetheart, you don’t know what you do to me. You make me feel so out of control,” he admits, pulling you close to him so he can kiss your neck. His lips glide over your smooth skin and he inhales sharply as your thigh brushes against his length. His cock strains against his zipper and he bucks against you, desperate for some kind of friction.

“Why, Mr. Pike?” You breathe. Your voice is high, breathy, girlish—he growls.

“You know you can’t just—you know why—you’re doing this on purpose—”

He snarls into your neck, trying to keep himself under control.

“You’ve done this before, right?” Marcus asks.

“Yes, a few times,” you pant. His heart lurches. He stops you then, trying to ignore your whine of protest that makes him dizzy.

“Sweetheart,” he starts, “you...don’t have to do this. I don’t know if you’re ready for what I want to give you, and I don’t think I can hold back. I don’t want to do anything to—”

But you stop him with a kiss and wrap your little fingers around his wrist, pulling his hand to your soaked panties. He doesn’t resist—how could he? He pulls your panties aside and dips his fingers into your folds—how are you so fucking wet?

“You won’t hurt me if you get me ready,” you whisper in his ear. He snaps, then. His mind turns off, and something primal inside of him takes over. He’d take care of you, get you ready, he’d take you right here. He’d keep you.

He throws you over the desk and rips your panties off of you, positions himself in between your legs and dives into your cunt like you’re his last meal.

“Beautiful little girl,” he murmurs into your folds.

You gasp, reaching into his hair. None of the boys you’d fucked had done this before. You think of the times you were alone, pretending, wishing that the pillow between your legs or your own hand was any part of him. Of the times you’d make yourself come over and over thinking of him, his name tumbling off of your lips, and that darkest, most secret desire—that word you wanted to call him; the one you could barely admit to and had only whispered allowed when you’d exhausted yourself enough to relax into it.

But his tongue feels so much better than what you do to yourself. It’s hard to keep anything in. It’s late and no one else in the office, but you throw your hand over your mouth to keep anything from spilling out. Marcus licks and sucks and bites any bit of skin he can get to. He slides one thick finger inside of you, and even that fills you up. He groans into you, and you feel his arm jerking at his side in quick strides, the sound of his first moving around his cock.

“You taste so good, honey,” he says. You tense up because you feel that string about to snap and he moves his finger inside of you, hitting a spot that sends a wave of tingles through your body and you shudder. The flat of his tongue presses, and you let go—

“Daddy,” you breathe. It just comes out and your legs are shaking and you are so much wetter than you remember being before. You hope he didn’t hear it. You’re half humiliated and half thrilled.

Marcus stops. He stops touching himself and removes his face from your pretty cunt. You’ve thrown your arms over your eyes, trying to hide your face, cheeks burning. There’s a flurry of movement and two big hands wrench your arms down by your side, pinning you on the desk and caging you in. You open your eyes and he’s staring down at you, his lips and facial hair still wet with your slick. You cannot read his face.

“What did you say?” He asks. You can’t read his voice, either.

Marcus’s breath comes in shudders—he has to pull himself back, has to stop himself from fucking you into the desk, but he needs to know—what did you call him? And can you call him that again? And if you call him that again, can he fuck you until you cry for him? Can he do it again and again; can he make you his baby? His heart beats wildly, waiting for your response. Your voice comes out small.

“Daddy,” you say.

“Say it again,” he snarls.

“Daddy, please,” you whine.

“That’s my good little girl. That’s right, baby, you listen so well,” he says, smoothing his thumb, wet with his pre-come, over your bottom lip. He jams his thumb into your mouth and you can taste the salt and musk of him, and something guttural comes from you.

“You like that, baby girl? Sweet girl,” he coos. He rubs the tip of his cock some more and smears it over your mouth. “You like how Daddy tastes?”

You writhe underneath him. You’ve never been at anyone’s mercy like this, and you wonder, for a moment, if you should be more afraid, when he leans down to kiss you softly and puts his lips on your ear.

“Tell me if you want to stop this right now, sweetheart. Please,” he says, and he sounds like Marcus again—patient and sincere. He waits for you to answer with soft eyes, stroking your cheek.

“Please—no, I don’t want to stop this. I want you to ruin me, Daddy,” you whimper.

You’re so lovely, spread underneath him, and he’s going to ruin you.

He brushes his cock against your folds and fucks into you without warning. He gives you no time to get used to it, and he’s so fucking big it stings. Marcus hauls you up to him so you can hold on to him and you dig your fingernails into his skin.

“Tell Daddy if it gets to be too much, baby,” he says into your ear. You can’t speak, so overwhelmed are your senses. He stops inside of you and grabs your chin.

“Answer me,” he says.

“Okay, Daddy.”

Satisfied, he sets the most brutal pace you’ve ever experienced.

“H-how long have you wa-anted this, little girl?” he asks.

“Since—the—beginning,” you say. He fucks you like a ragdoll, holding you up, enjoying your helplessness.

“God, you’re so fucking innocent,” he says, and you reply with a long whine. He reaches between your legs and plays with your clit, pressing and circling. “Come for me, baby girl. Come around my cock. Soak Daddy’s cock.”

It’s hard to resist that order. Your orgasm is softer this time, but it still grasps his cock and he groans into your mouth.

“Oh—oh—oh,” you whimper, and he can’t stop now. He fucks into you, harder and faster, his hips snapping into you.

“Come in me, Daddy,” you say. He slows a little. “I’m safe.”

He shouldn’t.

But he does.

His hips stutter and he bites your tits again as his warmth fills you, whispering that you’re a good girl.

“So good for me, so wet for Daddy, such a good fucking girl,” he murmurs as you stroke his hair. You let out a contented sigh, sticky with his come. He drops to his knees and licks himself out of you.

“Marcus,” you sigh.

He’s at your side in seconds.

“Is everything okay? I didn’t hurt you?” He asks, and his sweet brown eyes grow wide.

“No,” you say, carding your hand through his hair. “We made a mess of your desk.”

“Yeah,” he says. “That’s okay. Come home with me.”

Your eyebrows lift in surprise.

“I wanna...wanna take care of you tonight. And maybe a few other nights. If you’ll have me,” he says, pressing light kisses to your jaw. “Let me take care of you, little girl.”

You close your eyes and sigh into his lips as he covers your mouth with his own. That didn’t sound so bad.

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