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florencemachina-fics · 2 years

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(A/N: This took me a few days, many hours, and a lot of work and it's literally for one person. Please enjoy this garbage pile, I love you. Reader is gender neutral, referred to as y/n)

Content warning: G/N reader, noncon, rape, kidnapping, parties?, masks, cunnilingus, fellatio, threesome, bleeding but only a little bit, uhhhh tag me if I need more CWs

Summary: You owe someone a LOT of money. That someone is En. When En needs things cleaned up, he sends his cleaning crew. You get the picture. 4,566 word count

It's almost too bright in this shady nightclub. Well, shady only in the business it deals with. The whole place is lit up brighter than a fucking Christmas tree, and louder than god himself shouting at the earth. Actually, if god existed, you probably couldn't hear him over this music. Luckily though, you found yourself a private corner to light up a cigarette and take a moment. Looking back, perhaps this was a terrible mistake after all. You had left your shithole "Hotel" tent this morning actually hopeful you could find the sorcerer that could change your face so maybe, just maybe you could return home to the world of sorcerers. Being on the run doesn't really work well if everyone knows your face. So cue a big chase to the Hole, and here you find yourself- barely nickels to your name and about to literally change your face to get out of legal trouble with En.

Ah, yes. It's not easy to forget that you pissed off easily the most influential sorcerer there is. So what if you borrowed a little money? If you were rich enough to pay him back, you wouldn't have had to borrow in the first place! Stupid En... Anyway, it doesn't matter now. You're about to change your life for the better and put the past behind-!

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"Oof- hey! Watch it, asshole!" You sneer as a tall man dressed in a tight sweat suit bumps backwards into you. You dropped your cigarette in surprise.

"Woah! Sorry, I didn't see you there!" The man (His voice is so high?) bends down a bit a sheepishly rubs his neck. "I'm actually looking for someone! A guy with a heart mask, have you seen him?"

The teeth in his mask is a bit unsettling, so you weigh being polite as the safer option, "No, sorry. I'm actually looking for an acupuncture guy, personally. Have you heard of him?"

"No," He looks around, "but he's bound to be here somewhere. God, this place is so big, and WAY too loud! Heeeeey! Shiiiiiiiiin!" He cries out into the crowd uselessly. Obviously, no one answers.

"Hey, let's go sit down." You tug the guy over to the bar, order a couple drinks to go, and pull him off to a side room. The music still reverberates the walls, but at least the two shoddy chairs, the rusty old card table, and stained matress on the floor hold up against the attacks of light and sound. You close the door behind the two of you and settle, tired in one chair; he takes the other. With a sigh, you take a sip of your drink. "So, what's your name?"

"Oh! I'm Noi, who are you?" Noi pulls up the mask enough to sip his drink. You notice his lips are pretty, pink, and soft-looking for a guy's. He's really well shaven, too. This tips you off a bit. He might be a sorcerer.

He also seems really stupid, or just doesn't care, but you care a LOT. So, naturally, you lie. "I'm Ginko. Did your friend leave you alone here, Noi? What's his name...Shin?"

"Yeah, but it's fine. We're actually looking for someone. I mean, I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but I'm sure it's okay. Maybe you can help! Have you heard of (y/n)?

Oh. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Fuuuuuuuuu-

"No, I'm sorry. Do you know what they look like?" You put on your most polite, sweet smile.

"Sorta. Our boss just told us they have really nice hips and a great ass, so I don't think he really knows either. Man...this is such a pain." He looks dejected and peels off his mask. "Anyways-"

HOOOOOOOOLY SHIT she's the most BEAUTIFUL woman you've EVER seen?! Her long hair cascades in perfectly unkempt waves of moonlight, framing a full round face. Two shining ruby colored eyes set the face of an angel in front you, leaving you speechless. Fuck she's SO pretty...

"-ich is why I have to find them before my cousin gets more angry, you know?" She sips her drink.

You wish you were that glass.

Wait, you're in danger.

You nod, smiling tightly and laugh. "Right! Well that sounds great but I want you go- have you to- want to kiss- you are- go. I. Need. To. Leave. Soon." You finally force your stupid tongue to speak real human words.

Even when she's whining she's pretty, "Aw, man! But I really like you! Can't we talk a little longer?"

She likes you- "I really wish I could, but," you open the door, "-!"

"There you are."

A man wearing a heart mask steps past you in the doorway, blocking your exit. "Noi, you were here the whole time?"

"Shin! I made a friend! This is Ginko. Ginko? Shin!" She gestures happily between you two. Shin doesn't look too pleased by the introduction. He eyes you like you're a nasty bug he spotted in the corner.

"H-hey," you try your luck to escape, hopefully unscathed. "Nice to uh...to meet you. I actually have to meet someone, so....okay I'll be going."

He holds a hammer up under your chin. "...Noi, this is them." Of course, Noi isn't paying attention, which you have a front row seat in seeing how this annoys him. She's busy eating a granola bar she pulled out of thin air, or maybe found somewhere which is infinitely grosser. "(Y/n)." His voice commands your attention back to him. "Sit." Your betraying body follows his orders, knowing full well you could die if not. Hell, you might still.

Noi perks up when she sees you rejoin her at the table. "Oh! I thought you were leaving?" Her full mouth makes it a bit hard to understand her. She swallows her mouthful and discards the wrapper somewhere behind her.

"They were trying."

"Huh?"

"This," he waves the hammer at you, "is (y/n)."

"How do you know?"

"The boss told us what they look like. Were you not paying attention?" He glares, and you can see past the darkness of the eye holes in his mask that he has striking teal eyes.

"Huh?! Of course I was!" She pouts, which you find cute despite the sinking feeling you get as you realize these are your executioners. Your hot, cute, tall, buff executioners with really tight asses. The stray thought crosses your mind that Noi might be the type of girl to insist on matching gym shorts for working out. You giggle at the thought - a bad idea since it drags the focus back to you.

"What are you laughing at?" Shin's got the hammer poised under your chin again, a domineering and cold stare to match the chilling metal. "Listen up. You pissed off the boss. All of this could've been avoided if you had made your payments on time. Now, I'm gonna give you about three seconds to cough something up, or I'm gonna bring your head back with me."

"W-wait! I don't have the money, but...b-but maybe I can give you something instead? Just to not kill me? I just need more time, that's all!" You beg. You're not above begging.

He opens his mouth to reply, but Noi pops up beside him excitedly, stopping him. "Actually, Shin, I think they're onto something! I mean, it's not an ideal place, but why don't we have some fun while we're here? It is a party after all!" She's beaming. Oh, even her teeth are perfect. How? How is she this pretty? "What do you think?"

"Well, we haven't had a vacation in a while...and I need to relax." He starts loosening his tie and sits in the other chair once occupied by Noi.

"So you're thinking what I'm thinking? Good! I was worried for a second there that what I said got lost in translation-"

"Noi."

"Right, well anyway," she smiles so sweetly for you. "So your name is actually (y/n)? It's a cute name. I'm gonna enjoy saying it." Her hands are roaming your body to undress you, easily lifting it from the chair when needed so they can pass across your plush rear. "They really do have a nice ass."

"Is that all you remember?" Shin finally undoes his tie and leaves it on the table, then works on his suit jacket next.

"Wait your boss actually said that about me?"

"He said it's your best quality." He removes the jacket and starts undoing a couple buttons of his shirt.

"Ouch. Harsh. I'm at least a good sorcerer."

"Not since you got caught by us." Noi chuckles and continues her work. When you're finally stripped completely bare, you're unceremoniously tossed to the floor. The strong woman takes her place where you just were and starts removing her track suit, revealing a large set of breasts, barely kept in by a black tube top.

"(Y/n), come." He taps the floor with his shoe (how are his shoes still clean?) Naturally, you obey. The other option is not really an option - make a run for it. You get the feeling you wouldn't make it to the doorknob. Plus, you might lose the chance to live. So, instead, you crawl on the floor to him and sit pretty on your knees. He reaches forward and plays with your hair. "Ew. Greasy." You don't even get the chance to retort as he grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks you forward. Your face is now buried in his crotch, and if that large, stiff object isn't a knife, then you're definitely terrified for what wreckage your body is about to go through. He moans through gritted teeth and grinds your face against what you're certain is his erection.

"What are you waiting for? Unzip me." He commands.

"They can't unzip you if you're holding them down, silly." Noi laughs, like he's just a silly little guy and you're all not engaged in an act of sexual coercion. He loosens his hold enough for you to lift your head and slip your hands beneath your chin to his zipper. He's wearing a belt, but even that doesn't take much to undo. Finally, you push his button through the hole and pull down the hem, revealing a set of solid blue boxers. So he's a Hanes man, huh?

"My patience is wearing thin." He warns. You know he won't warn again. Your trembling hands manage to pull the hem down enough for his cock to spring forth and holy shit how are you going to-

You don't get the chance to consider. He's already forcing your jaw open with his free hand while using the one in your hair to push your head where and how he wants it. It's not easy, either. He goes for all of it with the first thrust. The head hilts to back of your throat, and you come up coughing and gagging. He doesn't let you catch your breath, but forces his free thumb between your teeth to keep your mouth wide open for him as he mercilessly fucks your throat. You barely catch puffs of air as he takes long deep strokes, though air is short lived for you because soon enough your throat relaxes, allowing him to slip all the way to the base.

"There~ now, was that so hard?" Yeah, you want to say, it's rock hard and deep in my throat. I can't breath and I'm horny as shit now, and you feel so good in my throat but I feel like I'm gonna pass out! But you don't say that, and instead you moan. It's choked, but he hears it, and so does Noi.

"Oooohhhh~ I think pet wants some attention down here too." Her tone has changed, god did she always sound like that? Your senses are dulling as you lose oxygen, but you definitely feel the cold, dirty toe of her boot shove up between your legs. "Hey, spread wide for me. I wanna see what you're packing."

She hums in appreciation when she spots your folds dripping wet and ready to be entered. More importantly, she sees your enlarged clit hanging heavy like an ornament between your labia. "You look even better like this." Her boot roughly presses into your core, and as ashamed as you are of the situation, you love the way it catches your clit over and over when she moves her foot back and forth. You think she might be trying to be gentle, but it is anything but.

Shin finally pulls you off as the black almost takes over your vision completely. Your tongue lolls out, obediently waiting to lick and suck his cock again at his whim. He studies your mussy face all covered in slobber while you're sucking in much needed air. You let out a lewd moan, a mostly breathless moan since you're...well, breathless. He seems pleased, or at least you think so. You can't tell past the mask. But his eyes tell you a lot, and his heaving chest makes it seem like he was the one choking a moment ago instead of you.

"Okay, my turn." Noi leans forward to swat Shin's hand away from your hair. He's reluctant to let go, but once he does you almost miss his touch. You aren't left wanting for long. Noi pulls your hair much more gently than her partner did. She pulls you up to straddle her thigh. Her big, juicy, strong thigh. Her hands grasp firmly to your thighs and painfully push you down against the bare flesh of- when did she take off her pants? How? Wasn't she stroking your clit? When did she have the time-

Your intrusive thoughts are interrupted once more when her fingers bare a death grip on your hips and push your clit almost too hard into her thigh. It rips an orgasm from you. Had you been that close? You're worked through your rough first orgasm right into overstimulation. It's too much all at once-

"Hey, I wasn't done with them."

"You'll get your turn again, soon. Be patient." Noi's voice is gentle, but her touch is not. Her fingers are making bruises in your thighs, and your head is swimming.

"P-please....too much...." You barely get the words out between breathless moans. Noi is ruthless, sure, but is kind enough to let up when you beg.

"Sorry, sweetie. I didn't mean to hurt you!" She finally stops forcing you to grind against her. Instead, she starts trailing her soft lips from your earlobe down your neck leaving kisses and sucking hickies as she pleases. Past her soft breathing you can hear Shin behind you fisting his cock slowly, enjoying the show being put on for him.

"Now can I have a turn?" He asks impatiently. Noi sighs and lets you down from her lap. You try and fail to stand on shaky legs. Thankfully, Noi catches you and rearranges you instead to lay back on the shaky card table. It creaks under your weight, years of rust complaining at the misuse. Shin doesn't care about the age of the table, as you can see from the way he leans over you and aligns himself with your slit.

"Shin, you're sweating. Just take off your mask or you're gonna have a heart attack." Noi teases him. "It's just us here, you know?"

He doesn't say anything, but does as she says which saves you from immediately having to take the massive girth threatening to split you in two. You watch as the discarded cowl reveals a handsome face. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a strong jaw...this is literally the man of your dreams. It's really a shame you met like this, you probably would have asked him out on a date if only-

"Ungh- fuck! They're tight!" He groans and braces himself on the table. You're gonna fucking fall apart if this man has his way with you! But you can't force yourself to even speak let alone beg him to be merciful. His shaft hits all the way to the back of your deep pussy, and he's not even fully sheathed yet. Key word: yet. He's certainly trying, pushing deeper and deeper. It hurts - oh god does it fucking hurt - but he's taking it slow. You can't tell if it's for you or for him, but you're thankful nonetheless. That is, until he's satisfied with how wet you are (embarrassingly wet, why are you enjoying this?) He slams into you faster and harder with every stroke, and you would hear the table steadily breaking if you had enough thoughts in your already fucked out brain to comprehend it.

The two of you moan and clasp onto each other like a lifeline. His steady strokes push against your gummy walls in ways you didn't think were even possible, hitting places you didn't know existed. For sure you're no virgin, but by far he is the best lay you've ever had. He's not loud either, just quietly grunting and breathing, reveling in your flesh as he pleases. His left hand is braced against the table, effectively caging you and supporting him simultaneously. His other is gripping your hip right where Noi's hand had bruised you minutes before. And he is. Not. Stopping. His thrusts are rough and steady, until they're not.

The table busts and the two of you unceremoniously crash to the floor. Noi bursts into laughter immediately. "That's what you get for going all out right away!" You can't laugh with her. You're still filled up with a giant dick, and Shin is heavy as FUCK. You can't breathe- you can't-

The weight is lifted. Noi has pulled Shin up off of you, and his dick slides out with a wet squelch. "Goddammit, Noi...I was close."

"No you weren't. We've gone hours without stopping before." She points out as she's positioning herself between your legs. "Tsk....they're bleeding a little. You could have been nicer-"

"They're our target!"

"Still...." Noi pulls you up to straddle her hips and hold her neck while she carries you over to the forgotten mattress. You realize faintly that she's naked. She plops you down then hooks her hands under your knees so she can inspect you. "Wow....you're really pretty, y'know?"

You can't stop yourself, "Back at you, gorgeous." Your wavering voice actually sounds kind of confident with your little quip. She blushes and gives you a big, beaming smile.

"Thank you!" Her mouth comes down to start placing wet, sloppy kisses along your thighs. The strength she's got allows her to lift you higher as she works her way toward your core. By the time she reaches your firm clit, she's got you balanced on your shoulders relying on her to hold you up. Her lips wrap around the nub and she sucks and you moan so loud you're sure the party could hear you. Her tongue and lips are sooo soft and yet so firm and she's AMAZING at this! You're shaking with every pass of her tongue over you, in you, up, down, left, right-

Your bliss is interrupted by Shin when he straddles your head. Oh, great, he's naked too. "Mind if I join?" He asks Noi.

"You just had a turn." She's stops slurping your juices to answer him, pulling a needy whine from you.

"I can share. Can you?" He tilts your head up slightly and teases his cockhead against your lips.

She hums against your pussy - it feels so good - and licks a heavy stripe up your lips before she answers, "Okay, but only if I cum first this time."

"Yes ma'am." Shin agrees, and for some reason you open your mouth obediently for him. His dick slides all the way back down your throat, giving you a strangely erotic sensation. A shot of lust shoots through you when he moans your name. He brings his hand to your throat to feel himself as he starts up a steady rhythm fucking your mouth.

Noi is busy working you up to your second orgasm of the night. You feel it coming on stronger and stronger as you experience this intense fellatio. Your clit is throbbing, you can feel it pulsing in Noi's warm mouth. Almost- almost- so close- until the dam bursts and you're squirting all over Noi's mouth. She squeaks in surprise, but doesn't stop licking and sucking until you stop squeezing.

"C-close... uhn.....Noi~...." Shin moans and thrusts faster inside your throat.

"Don't you dare! You made a deal." Noi drops you so she can grab Shin by the shoulders. He stops, surprised at the sudden change.

"Oh...fuck, sorry Noi." He slides out of your throat. "Damn, they look cute all covered in spit." He notes with a smirk.

"Don't forget about me." Noi complains, and crawls around you so she can straddle Shin. She easily slides onto his cock with a very pretty moan. "Sh-shin~."

"That's it. You enioy that, Noi?" He lays back and beckons you over. At this point, you're so high from pleasure you've forgotten why you were scared of them in the first place. "Come here and sit on my face, (y/n). Face Noi; she gets needy when she's getting fucked."

You take your rightful place on your golden throne, and are very pleased to find he's just as talented with his mouth. He gets to work alternating sliding his tongue in and out of you and suckling your huge throbbing clit. Your moan is interrupted by Noi taking your face gingerly in her hands and kissing you. She bounces hard and rough on Shin's dick, but her kiss is soft and gentle. Her tongue snakes out to dance with yours, exploring your mouth and feeling the muscle inside. She wants to taste everything she can of you, and you want to taste her. Every bit of her.

It feels like you're kept in a state of pleasure limbo. Everytime you get close to climax, Shin seems to sense it and stops, dangling your release by a thread. You can both tell Noi is getting close, though. Her moans get louder and more frequent, until she's practically screaming and shaking. Shin takes pity on her, grabs her hips, and brings her crashing down into an orgasm. You watch a wonderful display of juices flying all over Shin's hips and Noi's thighs. You realize, like you, Noi must be a squirter. It's an incredible thing to watch. In your haze, you think she must be exhausted from that, but no. She slips off on Shin, whose chest is heaving with the effort of catching his breath.

"You okay?" She pulls you off of his face and toward herself.

"Yeah- hah...just gotta catch my breath..." He grunts and sits up.

"I wasn't asking you." She pouts, then returns to caressing and coddling you. "Think you can do one more?" She guides your head down to her chest. "I just wanna make sure of something~..."

"Yeah, anything for you." You don't even care, you just want to please this goddess. You don't register Shin moving behind you until he's already lined up with your wet hole. "H-huh?"

"Shhh, just be good." She guides your head lower until you're facing her white pubes (you never thought they could be that color, does she dye them?). She's got a full bush, and it's smeared with her and Shin's mixed cum. For some reason that seems to be the most erotic thing so far for you tonight, if the sudden ache in your pussy is anything to go by. And go by it you will, because as soon as that heavenly dick is back inside of you hitting all new spots, you swear you can hear angels singing. It might also just be Noi's moaning as you lick long, wet stripes up her cunt.

Your tongue swirls around her clit, exploring her nub and the fleshy folds it's nestled in. She tastes savory, but not bad. It's just...different? It has a different flavor than Shin's dick. And she's so warm and inviting. You slip three fingers easily into her, pulling a pleasured gasp from her pretty lips. Once your curl them, though, that's when she starts really singing. You're a person on a mission until Shin's starts to really get going.

As you are fingering Noi, he's rocking in and out of you at a steady pace. He's not going as deep as before. Instead, his cock is pushing into your g-spot and rubbing deliciously. You're being worked up slower than before, but you feel something bigger building. Your thighs are shaking, and your hips are starting to hurt where Noi had gripped you before and Shin is gripping you now. Exhaustion is wearing on you, but god you're so close, you can practically see the finish line in your mind!

Noi's moans start getting louder, matching Shin's uncharacteristic gasps of pure pleasure. Even you are giving them some loud cries between suckling and licking Noi's cunt. She suddenly grabs your head between her thighs. You might suffocate, but you'd die happy between these plush pillars of muscle. She holds you there, barely being able to move your head let alone your tongue, for a few moments longer until she's ready to release you, satisfied with your performance. She relaxes with a tired sigh and strokes a hand through your hair. Your moans get louder and more desperate while she coos and encourages you to chase your orgasm.

Your pussy squeezes Shin tight and suddenly the dam breaks and you're floating. Your cum rushes out of you with loud squelching as Shin chases his release. His hips stutter and he spills inside of you. It's warm, filling you up so much that it overflows and starts running down your thighs. You don't even care, it just feels so good. You can feel his cock and balls twitch as he empties himself inside of you. Once he's done, he pulls out slowly with a grunt and collapses next to Noi.

"Well, that was fun." Noi says softly, pulling you up to her chest. "We're gonna do that again soon."

"Agreed." Shin says, sleepily throwing an arm over you. "But first, I need a nap." The muted music from the party acts as white noise and easily puts the three of you to sleep where you are.

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You look ridiculous in this outfit. It's better than death, you decide, but still embarrassing.

"So you mean to tell me you want them to be your underling? I sent you to kill them or get their money, not recruit them." The boss, En, doesn't look happy atthis turn of events.

"No, I said I want them to be under me!" Noi's smile is as bright and wide as ever.

Shin groans, "That's the same thing, Noi. Sorry, boss. What they mean is we are willing to pay back their debt, and instead they would work directly under us."

"So why the slutty maid costume?" He tilts his head quizzically.

"Aren't they cute?! I'm gonna put them in all kinds of outfits!" Noi squeals in happiness and shows you off like a prized mare.

"Well, if it makes you happy, cousin."

Wait, he agrees?! Oh no...You realize too late just what kind of situation you're in. Oh well, better than dead, you remind yourself. Better than dead.

#reader x dhd #reader x dorohedoro #reader x noi x shin #shin x noi #noi x shin #reader x shin x noi #reader x shin #reader x noi #x reader #florence fics #does this count as yandere?#ah fuck it #tw: yandere #yandere #yandere dhd #i may rewrite this tbh

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onecantsimply · 2 years

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Shin,noi,Kai, and Kaiman with a assassin/hitman reader?

I ache to write about En even more but I have legit no ideas for the guy. And there comes a time where writing about Shin and Noi gets kind of basic-

Slight manga spoilers

- Shin -

• You two are always tired when you come home istg.

- It’s a trip to the bed, and cuddling there or sleeping until tomorrow comes. Somehow you two full of energy when you wake up.

- Like you have time to do a daily jog before your jobs start, which is when the tiredness and the depression starts- Still, getting lunch and dinner with him is one of the best moments in between jobs.

- Having the small talk and having to eat seems bland, but you two really have no energy to think of anything original. So you two are eating, onto which the food tastes like Heaven. Because it’s En’s restaurant-

- Noi -

• Unlike being tired, you two are energetic-

- You two have time to spar, you two have energy to chill around, you two even have time to go to a restaurant and eat almost the entire menu.

- Sparring can go a few ways. Either you and Noi get injured a lot, or you two just get tired. Never another thing.

- Chilling around is always on the couch, watching TV, cuddling, and eating something. That time usually comes when you two are done sparring. Just relaxing and having a good time. Nothing like that in the entire world.

- The restaurants are speedruns. Whoever finishes eating first doesn’t get to pay. And I will put it as you two are almost always in a tie. Depending on how hungry you two are, it’s always one or the other. The prices of losing are very high. You two always eat a lot to stay strong.

- Kai -

• You two are either acquaintances or friends that have each other’s backs. Loyalty is strict.

- It’s a win win situation for the both of you. While you can help Kai in payment methods, help him with executing others, and help him get a place to stay while he can help you with getting things you need for daily life.

- It’s all sunshine and rainbows for you until you’re on a job, or if Kai reaches out for your help. And even if it’s where he’s going to lose to Kaiman in the final battle.

- Kai deliberately keeps you safe from rain, and will try what he can to keep you defended while you’re most likely going off against En and his golems.

- But while it ends badly, you two were still friends.

- Kaiman -

• You constantly need to pay for him in Nikaido’s diner.

- She and Kaiman are thankful. You are about to punch him because he doesn’t have a job. And that leads to his part time in the hospital as someone who helps Sorcerer victims-

- While you’re almost always on jobs, you try your best to support Kaiman while you’re off. Helping him find his face is a necessity, and comforting him with cuddles is also a necessity.

- Beating up Sorcerers sometimes makes you feel like it’s a bit useless, since you guys are picking at straws. Still, since Kaiman wants his face back, you’re helping him.

#dorohedoro #dorohedoro x reader #kai dorohedoro #dorohedoro kaiman #drhdr shin #dorohedoro noi

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brights-place · 3 months

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Okay now I'm curious who's your fav MID character

Also can we all pls agree lorelai is severely underrated??

LEIF STAN FOR LIFE

Okay So my favourite is Rhys !! I love him so much <33 I'll give you my rankings though so you can see them <33

M.I.D Ranking

1. Rhys 2. Ms Oates 3. Ava is Parents 4. Lorelai and Noi 5. Pierce 6. Leif 7. Ava 8. Asch 9. Jake (don't know much about him) 10. STEVE WE FUCKING HATE STEVE!

reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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tddyhyck · 11 months

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has never went to oovoo javer

pairings ⇢ uber driver!hyuck x afab!reader

warnings ⇢ strangers???, protected sex (kinda), car sex, thigh riding, fingering, oral (m receiving/slight f receiving), voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation (f), mentions of being high, squirting, lip ring hyuck OFC, also big fat cock hyuck agenda, roleplay

word count ⇢ 4.1k

a/n ⇢ i dreamed this or something i swear, also thank u hua my bestie for letting me talk about this as always 🤭🤭

masterlist

you didn’t take uber’s often, usually opting for carpooling with friends or using public transport, but when you did you always got the same driver. he was pretty nice all of the times you met him, not bothering you with talking unless you started the conversation and even handing you candy after the third time you rode with him.

he was really attractive too, at least from the backseat and from his uber profile picture he seemed to update regularly. he had longish dark hair, plush rosy lips with a pretty silver lip ring, and he wore an insane amount of rings that suited him.

you always wondered if he had some sort of other job or if he was just an uber driver. he seemed like someone who would be in a band or work at a grocery store. there was noi-between. you were nosy but never wanted to pry since he was just your always uber driver.

today was different for you though you had left your friends late so you couldn’t take the bus and your friends were high just like you. so you got on your little uber app and waited to see who it was. it would almost be surprising if it wasn’t haechan, but his face popped up on the app and it made you a little giddy.

you could overthink and let your mind wander to why he was always picking you up and somehow always right around the corner but you didn’t. you liked seeing him with decorated fingers gripping the wheel while he played music you had said you liked.

so you bid your friends goodnight and hurried down the stairs to the front of the building. looking left and right to see if his familiar black suv was pulling up. you waited a minute rocking on your heels and shivering slightly when you finally saw him pulling up flipping his lights to get your attention. you scurry over to his car gripping the handle and sliding into the back seat and fixing your hair with your hands before looking up to see him staring back at you.

“hi,” you mumble, scanning his face to see his lip ring glinting in the car light.

“hi, pretty, how are you?” he responds, lips pulling into a slight smile. you don’t remember what ride he started calling you pretty on but it made you want to giggle and kick your feet.

“high and horny,” you blurt, making him throw his head back laughing. you cover your mouth quickly mortified at your confession. “fuck sorry.”

“you’re good, pretty, just don’t make a mess on my seats,” he winked before turning back around to face the front. you throw your head back to hit the headrest while heat floods your body. from both the embarrassment and the heat between your legs and his little comment didn’t help. you squeezed your legs together, the fabric of your dress riding up as you did.

the drive to your place was about 15 minutes and it was going to be complete and total torture but once you got home you could hole up in your room with a hand between your legs and release the pent-up feelings.

you had forgotten how getting high made your panties insanely wet and your body vibrate. but you remembered now staring at haechan who was tapping his ringed fingers on the steering wheel and letting his tongue swipe his lip before tugging on his lip ring with his teeth. you wondered how that would feel against your hot skin. the cool metal against your thighs while his head was between your legs teasing your cunt.

your legs pressed together again and gripped your knee with your hand. you didn’t realize a whimper had slipped out from your throat as your fingers drifted up your knee to raise the hem of your dress and make the skin of your thigh tingle.

you looked out the window hoping something could distract you from the ache between your legs and the hot guy in the front seat. you never felt his eyes floating to you through the rearview mirror, or the way he scanned you, watching the way your leg bounced and your dress rode up your soft thighs.

he could tell you weren’t being funny with your horny comment. you were on the edge of your seat needing to be touched. he wondered what you thought about maybe him touching you, fingers trailing over your skin making you twitch beneath him. now he was working himself up and letting his mind wander. he shook his head concentrating back on the road instead of your panties peeking out as the dress rose even more.

one little touch won’t hurt, right? just something to press against your pulsing core. you side-eye haechan to see him focusing on the road so you let your hand slide further up your leg. using your nondominant hand hopefully to deter you from flicking your wrist like you liked. each touch feels like something deeper and more intimate than normal, the slide of your fingers before they touch the fabric of your panties has your breath hitching.

the panties feel so soft and delicate and so damp and hot practically dripping in your arousal. your chest was almost heaving when you pressed your fingers against your center. you could feel your clit pulsing under your touch but the pressure of your digits wasn’t enough to relieve it.

haechan was still peeking back at you, gawking when your hand slipped between your legs as you leaned your forehead against the car window, your breath fogging the glass. he could feel his jeans growing tighter when you finally rocked your hips ever so slightly. he wanted to watch you, stare at you while you ground against your hand, but he was driving and he had to get you to your destination safely.

once you started moving you couldn’t stop yourself letting your hips do the work bucking perfectly against your fingers. the hot ache between your legs only felt like it was growing. chasing the relief you knew you would get when you just let yourself have it, legs shaking, the mind-numbing orgasm you craved. but you were in the back of haechan’s car so you stopped moving and huff against the window resting your forehead on the cool glass taking some of the heat from you.

taking a minute to breathe, moving your hand far away from between your legs you try to collect yourself. what the fuck were you doing? trying to get off in the back of an uber like a weird porn intro. then your mind started drifting to porn - no. focus. no dirty nasty porn brain.

“you good?” your eyes almost bulge out of your head. had he seen you? did he know you were getting freaky in his back seat?

“yeah just, yeah,” you mumble, still a little brain foggy. you look up to see him staring back at you in the rearview his eyes are darker but still as sweet as ever.

“your temp okay?” you nod knowing he can see you but still mutter a yes as your head lulls on the headrest.

“there’s a lot of traffic tonight, might take longer than normal,” he mentioned and you groan in response making him smirk to himself. it only made you want to cry. you can’t wait much longer you’re already trying to cum in the car and now there’s traffic. a cruel and unusual world to live in.

“it’ll be okay, baby, i’ll get you home safe,” he says, reaching his hand back to pat your knee. you felt like you were on fire from his pet name switching to baby and the skin-to-skin contact. you wanted him to slide his hand higher and touch you where you needed it.

you pout while you whimper mostly to yourself and grip the hem of your dress now suddenly aware of how it lays almost at your hip exposing so much skin. you don’t even recognize your hands lingering, smoothing over the fabric you relax into the feeling. closing your eyes leaning back and your hands move on their own.

it doesn’t even feel like your hands that are pulling your panties to the side letting the cool air hit your heat. your other hand finally making contact and making you sigh at the touch. your fingers swirling around your pulsing clit collecting the slick that's filled your panties. you can already feel yourself getting close, the touch finally providing what you need.

you don’t notice the boy in the driver's seat staring back at you through the mirror watching the way your face twists and mouth falls open as you flick your wrist. he’s almost drooling seeing your cunt glisten as you bring yourself closer. he watches closely but still flicks his eyes back to the road catching your hole flutter and begging to be filled.

he brings his hand to palm his jeans matching your timing, but he wants you. needs to feel you around him while he fills you up. he can only imagine the way you would wrap around him perfectly. but he can't, he really can't, you're his sweet little frequent rider who gives him the best reviews. but also you’re in his back seat cunt dripping onto his leather seats. what’s a man to do?

your hand isn’t enough so your hips start to buck against your fingers slipping and sliding against your clit and your hole. you want to slip your fingers inside and fill yourself but you need to be fast don’t savor the moment just get off.

suddenly you remember you aren’t so alone and you flutter your eyes open and see him staring back. it makes your breath hitch when you make eye contact through the mirror but you’re in too deep to stop. you almost want to go harder with how his dark eyes stare into you unapologetically looking down at your pussy.

“can you pull over,” you almost whimper and he looks back at you expression flipping between dark to concerned. wondering if you’re going to beat him up or if you want more like he does. but he doesn’t hesitate to go down a side road and find a parking lot for some privacy. he can see your fingers still moving in his peripheral vision.

when he finally pulls in and parks you waste no time unbuckling before leaning forward to tug his sweater and attach your lips to his. he doesn’t wait to reciprocate, pressing hungrily into you. his lips are just as soft as they looked at the cool metal of his piercing had your head spinning.

“is this okay?” you pull back breathing heavily and staring up at him.

“so much more than okay,” he responds, smirking over at you, and you smile back tugging his collar and making him scramble out of his seat clumsily crawling into the back with you making you laugh. you tug him to you again gripping the soft knit of his sweater as your lips find him again.

you push him to sit back but follow his lips keeping you attached to him before straddling his lap. the ripped denim covering his leg is pressing against your core and his hands are kneading your hips over your dress, but you want him closer. you grind into him and whimper into his mouth and his tongue chases your lips lapping up at them.

“more,” you whine and his hands grip your hips tighter, rocking you against his leg.

“so needy,” he breathes, sitting back to look at you with heavy eyes. your eyes are closed but you can feel him staring at you and each move you make. you lift the hem of your dress pulling it up to reveal your panties to him and the source of your moans.

he groans leaning forward to kiss your neck as his hands slide over your exposed flesh. fingers grazing under the waist of your panties, snapping them against your skin. his hands keep you from moving against him as fast as you want to and it’s frustrating but his tongue suckles your neck distracting you.

“slow down, pretty, let me make you feel good,” he whispers against your skin before blowing cool air against your neck, making you shiver.

“need more,” you whimper, but his hands slow you down before stopping you with a pout on your face. he smirks up at you before kissing your lips and turning to lay you back against the seat.

he presses against you, his body encompassing you and you feel him all around. one hand holding himself up on the seat and the other gripping your thigh fingers smoothing the skin as his lips desperately meet yours.

his lips mold to yours and you whimper against him opening your mouth to slip your tongue out sliding over his lips. he chases your tongue sucking it into his mouth. the sucking sounds filling his backseat as your saliva mixes and smears against your mouths. and you love it the messy and needy way he kisses you feels so raw and real.

your breathing is heavy in his mouth and so is his. he releases your lips letting his wet mouth roam down your face to your neck licking against the warm skin and your hands comb through his hair clinging to the strands. he's flipping your dress up again gripping higher on your thigh.

“touch me,” you whine, grabbing his wrist and moving it to graze your panties. you hear and feel him groan, vibrating against your neck making you shiver. he doesn’t hesitate to do what you say, gripping your panties and sliding them down before pulling away to fully remove them.

“fuck you’re soaked,” he moans lifting your soiled panties and swirling them around his finger to tease you.

“shut up,” you groan, covering your face with your hands but your lower half is still completely exposed to him.

“stop you’re fucking cute,” he pulls your hands away staring down at you. “can i keep these?” he smirks, nodding to the panties.

“only if you do something in the next 5 seconds,” you whine at him bucking your hips for something. he just coos down at you teasing your neediness, but he touches you, fingers pressing into your thighs dragging closer to your core. you don’t see him toss your panties into the front seat.

“you’re so fucking needy. can’t believe you were getting off in my backseat.” you mewl at his words you can’t deny it. “so fucking wet.” he whispers fingers touching your cunt and making you twitch. his fingers slide over you collecting the juices dripping out of you before bringing his fingers up in front of his face scissoring them curiously staring at the slick clinging to his digits and it only makes u more embarrassed.

“what’s got you shy? you weren’t shy earlier with your hand down your panties.” he teases before swirling his tongue around his fingers staring right at you while he does it. you try to avoid his eye contact as he tastes you on his digits.

“hmm? what is it, pretty?” you shake your head as he leans closer to you licking at your lips while his spit-covered fingers slip between you and find your core again. your mouth falls open when he uses a finger to fill you up. he watches you intently the way you try to close your mouth and bite your lip but he stops you licking over your mouth distracting you.

“don’t be quiet. let me hear you.” you nod harshly in response, moaning when his finger curls inside of you. you want more, you need more.

“more haechan, please,” you plead looking up at him and bucking your hips against him.

“huh? can't hear you.” you want to roll your eyes but you want him to fill you up more.

“more need more of you please.” you croak louder this time and he doesn’t waste time adding another finger making your legs tremble when his digits immediately curl inside of you. he leans back between your legs watching the way your cunt swallows his fingers. his hand that was holding him up is pressing your thigh backward showing you to him completely.

“so fucking pretty, take it so well yeah?” he coos staring down at you watching the way your mouth is open and fingers slide over your lips. his fingers are moving skillfully inside of you and his thumb swirls over your clit.

“is good. so good,” you manage breath caught in your throat you haven’t felt so good in so long. the pleasure taking over and swirling in your stomach tightening with each thrust.

“yeah, pretty? gonna cum huh?” his words make you cry so close to the edge. “tell me.”

“so close.” you whimper, grabbing his sleeve and tugging him to you. he’s sucking your neck instantly, keeping his hand thrusting into you.

“cum, pretty girl,” he says, and you can’t stop letting the knot in your stomach release as you do. arching into him as he works you through it, releasing on his hand and the seat beneath you. your legs close around him but he doesn’t stop until you're pulling on the hair at his nape.

he pulls away looking down between you dipping his fingers into the mess you made.

“you’re a squirter? cute,” you shake your head and want to melt into the seat. since when are you a squirter? “liar, you made such a mess.” he teases before leaning down to lick over your cunt.

“nuhuh, so much,” you whine, pushing his head away but he just smirks up at you, swirling his tongue lower to collect you on his tongue.

“you just taste so fucking good.”

“wanna taste you,” you say boldly leaning up and catching him off guard. your hands find their way to his belt fiddling with the leather.

“want to be inside you.” he counters, staring back at you gripping your wrist.

“please just-“ he cuts you off with a kiss and releases your wrist letting you unbuckle his belt and quickly tug his zipper. his lips are distracting you but you try to push him backwards to give you room to settle between his legs.

you take his clothed length in your hands and leave wet opened mouth kisses while looking at him to see his reactions. he’s staring down at you, one hand laying over his stomach and the other resting on his thigh. you sit back on your heels pulling his waistband down to let his cock slap against his stomach.

you don’t waste time leaning back down to take him in your mouth. he’s hot and heavy on your tongue and it makes you squeeze your legs together at the idea of him inside of you. you swirl your tongue and take the rest of him in your hands pumping his length.

“so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he whispers, fingers pushing your hair out of your face mainly to see your eyes while you swallow around him. you push your head down to take even more of him hearing him groan and his fingers curl into your scalp.

“take me so well,” he moans, legs shaking beside your head when you moan around him. you want him to fuck your face but you decide not to ask maybe that’s too much for the back seat with your uber driver.

“fuck fuck fuck,” he says trying to push you off of him. you release him with a pop smiling up at him spit sliding down your chin.

“what?” you giggle at him using the back of your hand to swipe at the saliva.

“you’re a fucking minx,” he grins back before dragging you to him to kiss you again. he brings you close to him pulling you onto his lap you whine when you feel his cock against your folds.

“do you have protection?” he asks looking over at you.

“i’m clean but i have some,” you lean back, grabbing your long-forgotten bag.

“i’m clean too but,” he trails off when you lift the packet and tear it open. hurriedly you take it out and slide it down his length making him sigh.

“just fuck my brains out please,” you look at him with doe eyes before kissing him and lifting over his length before pressing it to your hole. you moan in unison as you sink down onto him, filling you up.

“so fucking tight,” he groans as his fingers dig into the skin of your hips. you’re speechless you feel so full and overwhelmed you can barely move just have him inside of you.

“you good?” he asks, grabbing your cheeks to look at him and you nod. “tell me.” he doesn’t demand this time asking softly for you to tell him how you feel.

“so good i can’t think. ‘m so full,” you whimper, falling into his chest and you can almost tell he’s smiling when he soothes over your back and coos at you.

“poor baby,” he coos, thrusting into you. “too much?” you whine and he bucks again. “can't take my fat cock can you?” you shake your head and he thrusts with each word punctuating it.

“ha- chan,” you mewl, lips pressing into his neck. he reaches around you holding you up as he lays you back again. his hair falls in his face as he leans over you thrusting into you deeply. he keeps his pace slow but steady, not letting you miss a single drag of his cock inside of you.

he kisses the side of your open mouth before sitting up between you moving his hands to press your thighs against your chest. he stared down at the way your cunt swallows his length with each thrust completely sucking him in.

“take me so fucking well,” he groans and you feel tears slipping down your face. “letting your little uber driver fuck you such a dirty whore.”

“hyuck,” you whine, slipping from the space.

“who?” he stops his movements staring down at you. you can see he’s trying not to break but his teasing eyes almost give him away.

“haechan, harder,” you whisper, he grins at you following your instructions. deepening each stroke and pushing you into the seat.

“like that, baby?” you nod sloppily and feel the familiar feeling coming back, the sweet release so close you can almost taste it. haechan notices bringing his finger to swirl around your clit.

“pretty baby, gonna cum on my cock?” he moans looking down at you.

“so close,” you whimper back, gripping his arm tighter. he moves his arm from your grasp to lock your fingers together as he plunges into you.

“gonna let your uber driver fuck you and have you a dirty mess in his backseat, huh? little slutty thing just fucking anyone.” his filthy words are all it takes to have you clenching tightly around him mumbling incoherently as you cum. he groans at the way your pussy squeezes around him and grips him so tight.

“cum on me,” you whisper to him, head still full of pleasure but you know he’s close to his own.

“so nasty.” he groans, his hand still holding yours and the other still grips your thigh, bruising the supple flesh. you slip your hand between you pulling the condom off in one motion just as he releases, coating your messy cunt with hot white cum. “fuck.”

he slides his cock against your cunt smearing his cum and letting it mix with yours as you both catch your breath. you look down between your legs watching him grinding his cock against your clit seeing the mess you’d made.

“you’re such a freak.” he chuckles looking up at you, catching you staring.

“shut up,” you whine trying to cover your face again but he doesn’t let you. gripping your wrists and kissing you tenderly.

“we gotta divulge in your little kinks more often baby. you’re so filthy.” you want to look away because it feels like he’s staring through you.

“you’re still my uber driver, remember?” you tease him.

“oh sorry miss, we’re definitely going to have a late arrival.”

“hyuck,” you whine trying to push him away.

“you slipped with that earlier baby, so cute.” he teases again, reaching over to the glove box to grab some napkins.

“it’s hard not calling you that. you’re my hyuck,” you pout at him.

“i know and you’re my filthy slutty whorish girlfriend,” he grins mischievously, but still diligently cleaning you both up.

“and so are you.”

“i’m keeping the panties by the way.”

“like you haven’t already stolen 10 other pairs.” you roll your eyes playfully.

“it’s because i’m disgustingly obsessed with you.”

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mooooonnnzz · 1 year

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don’t text and swing! // miles morales x reader

miles loves texting and he loves you, what could go wrong?

cute lil miles texting headcanons

sum short n simple

readers gender not rlly specified

ooc miles?? idfk how he would text so i tried my best 😭

requests r open!!

miles says mentirosa that jus means liar

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🕷️ You’re never guaranteed a full on conversation with Miles because most the time he leaves you on open. He doesn’t do it on purpose, really. He just so happens to be a very busy man so trying to talk to him when he isn’t saving New York is pretty difficult.

9:55 pm [ miles <3 ]: Hey did u still one of my jackets

9:55 pm [ miles <3 ]: *steal idk how i got still

9:55 pm [ miles <3 ]: Anyways I cant find it anywhere and ik u have something to with it

10:00 pm [ miles <3 ]: I know ur not ignoring me rn…

10:01 pm [ you ]: oh wow of course im the first person you blame

10:01 pm [ you ]: also i dont have it ☝️

10:02 pm [ miles <3 ]: Who else would take my jackets??

10:02 pm [ miles <3 ]: This also isn’t the first time my jackets OR hoodies have gone missing

10:02 pm [ miles <3 ]: And somehow they always end up in your room

10:03 pm [ miles <3 ]: Suspicious right…🤨

10:06 pm [ you ]: oh shit by some magical force

10:06 pm [ you ]: your jacket managed to teleport to my bed!!

10:07 pm [ you ]: and somehow…IT FLEW ON ME?? AND NOW IM WEARING IT?

10:07 pm [ you ]: this is actually crazy…

10:15 pm [ you ]: wait miles where did you go

10:25 pm [ you ]: are you mad?

10:30 pm [ you ]: no way ur mad

10:40 pm [ you ]: MILES

10:42 pm [ you ]: HELLO

10:43 pm [ you ]: MILESSSS

10:56 pm [ you ]: oh wait mb you’re probably busy saving somebody

10:56 pm [ you ]: got a lil crazy there

10:57 pm [ you ]: ignore all that

1:00 am [ miles <3 ]: I KNEW IT

1:00 am [ miles <3 ]: It’s okay i like you a little deranged 😩

1:03 am [ you ]: why are you texting me at one in the morning

1:04 am [ miles <3 ]: Why are you replying?

1:05 am [ you ]: have you been fighting since 10?

1:12 am [ miles <3 ]: I’ve been studying! 🤓

1:12 am [ you ]: LIAR i know what you are…

🕷️ You text him while he’s in the middle of fighting? You bet he’s going to respond. While giving himself a reasonable distance away from the villian, he holds out his pointer finger and says; “Hold on, let me respond to them real quick…” While they’re throwing punches at Miles, he’s dodging all of them while texting you back. Though, he’s text aren’t legible. At least he thinks they are! All Miles wants to do is talk to you, even if you don’t understand half the things he’s typing. Texting him while he’s swinging has the same effect. He has dropped his phone multiple times and he’s always caught it before it could land on the street, though when his webs come in contact with his screen it registers as someone typing so without even knowing he’s spamming you a whole bunch of jumbled letters.

3:45 pm [ you ]: hey miles can i come over for dinner

3:45 pm [ you ]: im craving ur moms food 😍

3:46 pm [ miles <3 ]: oys of cours

3:48 pm [ you ]: did u just have a stroke

3:53 pm [ miles <3 ]: noi busy

3:53 pm [ you ]: if you’re busy why r u texting me 😭

3:53 pm [ you ]: go back to fighting or wtv ur doing

3:56 pm [ miles <3 ]: i wMt to talk toyj

3:58 pm [ you ]: u can talk to me later miles

3:58 pm [ you ]: im not going away

4:00 pm [ miles <3 ]: hatr

5:46 pm [ miles <3 ]: HEYYY

5:46 pm [ you ]: HII are you not busy anymore

5:47 pm [ miles <3 ]: Yeah

5:48 pm [ miles <3 ]: How’s your day been?

5:49 pm [ you ]: it’s been ehhhhh

5:49 pm [ you ]: i’ve been missing you 😔

5:51 pm [ miles <3 ]: ooajbdko092828900

5:51 pm [ miles <3 ]: 08:$jjaoppapp

5:52 pm [ miles <3 ]: !!!!!

5:54 pm [ you ]: what

6:00 pm [ miles <3 ]: I DROPPED MY PHONE

6:01 pm [ miles <3 ]: ANYWAYS back to what you were saying

6:02 pm [ miles <3]: I’ve been missing you too

6:04 pm [ you ]: youre no better than those people who text and drive 😐

6:05 pm [ you ]: don’t text and swing miles

🕷️ He loves sending you videos of him showing off in his suit. He did a cool trick midair? He’s going to prop up his phone somewhere and start recording, once he perfects the move and edits out any unneeded footage and he sends them to you. He’s all giddy when he does, in his head he’s like, “Will that impress them?” “Do they think that’s cool?” “They’re going to love this!”

11:00 am [ miles <3 ]: (1 attachment video)

11:00 am [ miles <3 ]: What do you think??

11:00 am [ miles <3 ]: Pretty cool right

11:03 am [ you ]: (1 attachment photo)

11:04 am [ you ]: LOOK AT THE FACE YOU MADE WHWN YOU JUMPEDD AHHHHH 💀

11:04 am [ you ]: this is going to be my new lock screen

11:05 am [ miles <3 ]: 😐

11:06 am [ miles <3 ]: Are you going to ignore the cool spin i did?

11:07 am [ you ]: oh sorey

11:08 am [ you ]: THAT WAS A REALLY SICK SPIN

11:09 am [ miles <3 ]: Mentirosa 😒

🕷️ Miles also sends you photos. It ranges from him swinging in midair or him relaxing on top of a building with his lunch in hand. He loves to keep you updated on his life. You’re the only one in this universe that knows his secret, so he texts or shows you everything he comes across as SpiderMan.

3:00 pm [ miles <3 ]: (1 attachment photo)

3:00 pm [ miles <3 ]: Look how pretty the view is from up here

3:00 pm [ you ]: oooh that’s actually so pretty

3:01 pm [ you ]: who knew new york could actually look nice for once?

3:02 pm [ miles <3 ]: I’m going to take you here one day for lunch

6:54 pm [ miles <3 ]: (1 attachment photo)

6:54 pm [ miles <3 ]: You should put this as your lock screen

6:55 pm [ you ]: it’s just you doing the peace sign while swinging

6:55 pm [ miles <3 ]: You said that like it’s a bad thing

6:55 pm [ miles <3 ]: It’s a nice photo :(

6:58 pm [ you ]: look i set it as my lock screen

6:58 pm [ you ]: (1 screenshot)

6:59 pm [ you ]: everyones gonna see that i know spiderman

6:59 pm [ miles <3 ]: YES GOOD

🕷️ He texts you nonsense sometimes. You could be chilling, watching something to pass the time and he will text you something so utterly stupid you would have to take a moment to process it.

10:00 am [ miles <3]: (1 attachment photo)

10:00 am [ you ]: u just sent an empty plate of food?

10:00 am [ miles <3 ]: Yeah cuz I ate 😜

10:01 am [ miles <3 ]: Like literally

10:03 am [ you ]: enough.

fanks to everyone who sent in requests IM WIRITN G THEM RN ✍️

#into the spider verse #miles morales x reader #miles morales #across the spiderverse #miles morales head cannons #miles morales fanfic #miles morales fic #miles morales hc #miles morales text fic #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse x reader

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cherryredstars · 7 months

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Hello Cherry and congrats for your 1k! <3

My request would be a Miguel one, where he's a thigh lover and when he sees reader wearing a skirt for the first time (usually reader wears pants) and he just can't resist and ask for a thigh job and maybe a quickie <3

1K Prompts

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x gn!reader

Warnings: Reader wears a skirt, NSFW, 18+, Smut with Slight Plot, Thigh Job, Quickie, Unprotected Penetrative Sex, Public Sex, Dirty Talking, Slight Hand Kink. Creampie

Summary: You should wear skirts more often

Word Count: 1.5K (Not Edited)

He doesn’t know what he did to deserve this, but thank fuck.

The moment you had walked out of the bedroom, a flowy skirt exposing your legs for his eyes to devour, he knew he was done for. He could practically feel the stiffening of his pants as he watched you walk, the ends of the skirt swaying with each step. Its a fucking tease the way one side would lift the slightest bit, revealing the smooth skin of your thigh before disappearing behind the fabric again. And the annoyed face you made over your shoulder at him as you complained of his slow pace just made him that much more eager to replace it with a fucked-out expression. It was criminal that you only wore a skirt for a group hangout and never for any of the dates the two of you went on.

So, it was no surprise when Miguel pulled you into his lap as he got comfortable in the booth. You had raised an eyebrow at him which he promptly ignored as he turned to listen to whatever Peter was rambling about. You huffed in annoyance, moving to get off only to have Miguel’s hand press into your lower stomach to hold you in place. A blush had instantly risen on your face as you saw his large hand on your body, your hand hesitantly came up and rested against his. A deeper blush came across your face as you compared hand sizes. It caused Miguel to blow out a chuckle against your ear.

Things had been fine since then. He shifted you on his lap every now and then to hide his boner, which he usually got from having you in his lap, but the two of you mostly basked in the presence of your friends. Until all your friends had decided to leave the table. A song that Jessica, MJ, and you knew by heart start to play through the loud club speakers, causing all of you to perk up. MJ and Jessica didn’t hesitate to pull their husbands out of the booth, excitedly moving to the dance floor. You had begun to follow them, only to have Miguel land both of his hands onto your thighs and keep you in place.

You were about to complain, only for all the air to escape your lungs as his hands trailed higher up. You nervously turned to him as he started to spread your thighs the slightest bit. From the shift of position, you could feel his erection still at the ready for your attention. As he pushed on the small of your back to get you up against the table you turned to him and scowled.

“Miguel. What are you doing?” You hissed as his hands went down to pull down the zipper of his pants. He fished into his pants for a second, his hand returning with his leaky cock.

“You look so pretty in that skirt, mi vida.” He mumbled in response as he repositioned you onto his lap again.

A soft gasp left you as you felt his cock slide against your underwear. He wasted no time leaning back and pressed your thighs against either side of his dick. He groaned at the feeling, keeping his hands to the side of your thighs as he subtly began to thrust upwards. A startled whimper left you as you grabbed onto the edge of the table to stop you from falling forward with his movements. One of your hands falls on top of his and you claw at it.

“M-Miguel,” You whisper out, leaning back against him as he squeezes at your thighs and speeds up his thrusts the tiniest bit. Both of you moan when he shifts his hips so he rubs perfectly against you. “We’re in public!”

He only grunts out in response as he continues his demonstrations. His heavy breathing hits against your ear as he tries to dampen his noises. A slight sweat starts to build on his skin that sticks your back to his front. Another surprised noise leaves you when he suddenly leans forward and presses your stomach against the table to deepen his thrusts.

“Skirt’s covering ‘verything. Feel s’good baby.” He slurs against your ear as he feels his peak coming. When you look down, you can see the rising and falling of your skirt as his tip hits against it. A damp spot is over the area, stained with his precum.

Your hand moves to press onto the area, timing it perfectly to when Miguel thrusts upwards. It does him in, a deep groaning leaving as he hits your hand and the damp spot grows with his cum. You can feel it fall to your thighs, a whimper leaving your mouth as the stickiness warms your skin. Miguel’s labored breathing is still pressed against your ear, his hands moving up to wrap around your waist.

“Are they done dancing?” Miguel mumbles against your shoulder. For a second you're confused, not quite comprehending what he means. Nonetheless, your eyes scan the dance floor before falling onto your friends. They’re still having fun despite the song changes.

When you shake your head, a pleased growl leaves Miguel before he’s standing you up. It’s a tight fit between the table and Miguel, but it doesn’t last long as he readjusts your skirt and tucks himself back into his pants. With his hands still around your waist, he guides you out of the booth and towards the bathrooms. A deep blush mars your cheeks as you feel his release drip down the side of your leg. You are a thousand times thankful that it’s too dark for anyone to see clearly.

The tension builds as Miguel pushes you into the gender neutral bathroom and locks the door. His brooding figure takes you and lifts you onto the sink counter, finding his way in between your spread legs. A satisfied groan leaves his mouth when he lifts your skirt and finds the remains of his come on your thighs. He trails his finger through it, smearing it more on your skin and collecting some on his finger. WIthout asking, you open your mouth and wait for him to place his finger on your tongue. When he does, you eagerly suck off his cum and the tiniest moan vibrates against his digit.

A pleased smile covers his mouth as he mumbles out a ‘that’s my good baby’ before his hands are pulling your underwear off. A damp spot marks where your crotch was, and Miguel holds it up to his nose with a moan before stuffing it into his pocket. You swat his shoulder with a giggle, the noise quickly dying out as he pushes his pants down to his thighs. Your mouth suddenly runs dry at his still hard cock as he fists it with sharp strokes as he studies your naked sex.

With his unoccupied hand, Miguel collects your arousal and spreads it against your hole, watching the way his finger preps you for him. Your hips instinctively push into his hand, a whine for more leaving you. Miguel tsks at your impatience, but steps closer to line himself up. His angry head circles your entrance, teasing you as he pushes it against your opening without the needed force to penetrate. A frustrated noise leaves you, and you buck your hips up to try to sink him inside you.

A heavy moan fills the bathroom as he thrusts all the way in at the same second. A loud ‘fuck’ rips out of Miguel’s mouth as he sinks in deep. You’re warm and tight around him, driving his mind crazy as he doesn’t waste a second pulling out and pushing back in hungrily. You try to fall into him as his thrusts spread unbearable pleasure through you, but he pushes you back. A displeased noise sounds from the back of your throat as your body gets put into a crunch-like position.

A satisfied noise leaves Miguel, getting the perfect view of his cock slipping in and out of you with your face in his peripheral vision. Your mouth is dropped open as heavy pants and soft noises escape and your hole sucks him in every time he pulls back. He keeps his hand pushed against your stomach to keep you in place and so he can feel the tell-tale tensing of your orgasm build. Your legs begin to shake and your hand comes to grab onto his arm as your back arches. A strangled grunt comes from Miguel as he feels you tighten with your release.

He isn’t far behind, filling you up with a thick warmth that has you on the verge of sobbing. The both of you take your time to calm down and regain your breathing. Miguel finally pulls out with a sharp hiss, watching as his release drips out of you and wetting your already soaked skirt. A triumphed glow radiates from him as he helps you sit up, his hand holding yours as his other pats down your hair the best he can. He holds onto you extra tight as you try to stand up, stumbling slightly from the ache under your skirt.

“Can I have my underwear back now, Migs?” You giggle once you finally get stable footing and watch as Miguel is about to leave the bathroom. Miguel only turns back to you with a raised eyebrow and shakes his head.

“No. Text the girls we’re leaving. I’m not done with you and that skirt yet.”

Wasn’t sure what to make the reader’s gender since it didn’t say, and girls and guys and the nons could all wear skirts!! So I’m sorry for the detail-lacking smut.

#cherry's requests🍒#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel ohara x you #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 x you #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse #spider man 2099 #miguel o hara #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara smut #spiderman 2099 #marvel smut #cherry's specials!🍒

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pauls-bouticake · 1 year

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😂💘~ IMAGINE: You eat the forbidden fruit and MCA has to explain to the empty space where holiness once occupied that you were just in a silly goofy mood 🤣 ~💘😂

#beastie boys #b noys #beastie joys imagine #beastie boys x reader #beastie boys x you #mca x reader #mca #catholic core #We're still falling.

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Toni, I need SatoSugu x Chubby introverted reader 🥺

Can you write something for my pitiful soul 🥺❤️

𝑫𝒐 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂... 𝑫𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑼𝒔

𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑢 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢

𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: 𝑎 ℎ𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝑈𝑛𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑥, 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑥 (𝑓𝑒𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔) 𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑣𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑦 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙, 𝑝𝑒𝑡 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 (𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠)

𝐴/𝑁: @noroi1000 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑛 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟. 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡. (𝑃𝑆: 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 5000 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠) 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜 @tonicries her story gave me inspiration to complete a scene when it stumped me.

𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜'𝑠 𝑊ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒

𝑊𝐶: 4.9𝑘

𝐸𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦❤︎

It’s hot today and you’ve decided that it would’ve been a great idea to hang out at your best friend Gojo Satoru's parents' private house somewhere up in the hills for the weekend. It’s better to spend your weekend away from your hot apartment and it's a bit cooler around that area, and what better time to relax outside while staring at the hills as your other best friend Geto Suguru quietly reads a book while you’re laying down on Gojo’s chest.

You three were all quietly enjoying each other’s company until Gojo got tired and bored and he decided to say, “Y/N, there is a question that I’d like to ask you.”

Curious, you raised a brow at him while whispering, “Ask away.”

You feel him caressing your back, hands slowly moving down until they’re both resting on the back of your thighs, then he asks, “What are your views on oral sex?”

Your eyes grow wide, head slowly lifting off his chest to get a good look at his face. You see him biting his lips, patiently waiting for you to answer. You took a glance over towards Geto to see him staring at you while he also awaits for an answer.

You clear your throat, unsure of what answer they could ever want from you, so you choose to say, “I don’t have much to say if I’m being honest with you. It just believes that every individual has the right to do whatever it is that they want in their sex life if they are comfortable with it.”

“Are you comfortable with it, pumpkin?” Gojo asked.

You tilted your head to the side, eyebrow still raised as you gave him your answer, “It’s nothing to be shameful about so I guess I could say that I’m pretty much comfortable.”

“Ah so, that means that you’ve done it before right?”

“Done what?” you asked Gojo.

“Oral sex, you’ve done it before with your ex-boyfriend right?” he questioned.

You sat up on his lap, hands folding across your chest. “Why are you asking me that?”

“Just wanted to know more about my best friend,” he answers causally while shrugging his shoulders.

“And your way of getting to know me a bit better is to ask me about my sex life?”

Gojo smiled, “I was just asking. I thought it would be fun to have a conversation about each other's sex life. Right Sugu?”

“I agree, I don’t have an issue discussing certain parts of my sex life with you two,” Geto answers in agreement. You’re a bit taken aback by how causal they both were uttering the word ‘sex’ out of their mouth. You believed that sex should noy be spoken about so casually, the act is intimate, one that is meant to share with someone you have some sort of deep love for. But with how loosely it fell from their lips, it would seem as though this is not the first time, they have conversations like these when you’re not around them. “So, are you gonna answer?”

You twiddled with your thumb, a small blush creeping upon your cheek as you answered, “Well yes, but I was never on the receiving end.”

That had Gojo and Geto sitting up in their seats, you almost fell from Gojo’s lap with how quickly he got up. “I knew something was off about him.”

“Right,” Geto said in agreement. Slowly, you watch as Geto got up out of his seat and walked over to you and he knelt onto the floor. “So that dumb ex-boyfriend of yours has never eaten your pussy out.”

You shook your head no. “Unbelievable, and he’s known for eating a lot of asses around campus? I mean I’m not against eating ass, I’ll eat your booty if given the chance to. But you’re telling me that he never thought about stuffing his face between these thighs.”

Once again, you shook your head no as embarrassment washes over you. Why are they making it so important? So, what if your ex-boyfriend ate other girls’ ass and pussy and not yours? It never bothered you, you never cared much about it. Your ex-boyfriend told you that once his cock is wet then everything else would be all right, so why are you best friend making it so important.

“He’s an idiot Sato,” Geto commented, while lifting his hands to caress the apple of your cheek.

“That he is. I mean how can one ever resist the urge to go between these sexy thick juicy thighs,” Gojo said while squeezing the side of your thighs. “If I were him, my face would be between them every single day, tasting what you’re hiding between them.”

“I bet she tastes sweet Satoru,” Geto whispered as he stood up and rested his other hand on your cheek.

“She does, I know she does,” Gojo said, his tone a bit lower than usual. Your face was hot, cheeks burning hard from their comments. You had no clue what to say after hearing what they both thought about you in just two simple sentences. Something sweet that they both can’t wait to devour. “Hey pumpkin, can I ask you something else?”

Without even much, since you were beginning to feel hot and bothered from Geto’s hands on your cheek, and Gojo’s hand on your thighs, you whispered, “Go ahead.”

As Gojo was about to answer, Geto beat him to the punch, “Do you wanna… do it with me?”

“Huh?”

He bit his lips while gazing at you through his thin, yet beautiful eyelashes, “Do you wanna have sex with me… I mean with us, but this time you’ll be the one on the receiving end.”

“What, what…” you stuttered. Your cheeks hot and flustered from being embarrassed, you quickly pulled your head out of Geto’s hands, and quickly got up from Gojo’s lap, only for them to grab you and pull you down once again on Gojo, but this time with your back against his chest.

“Come on pumpkin, it’ll be fun. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about after all we’ve both been wanting to do this with you for a very long time, “Gojo whispered as he spread both your legs over his lap and quickly lifted up your dress up and let it lazily fall onto your tummy, exposing your cotton blue panties underneath.

Before you could even protest and tell them not to push you any further than they already have, Geto’s face was hovering over yours, forehead almost touching as he whispered, “Please Y/N, let us show you what you’ve been missing. Let us taste you please,” he said with a pout. “We really want to taste your pretty cunt, princess.”

What were you to say now? After all though you were a bit comfortable exposing yourself to your best friends like this, allowing them to touch you inappropriately and expose your most precious lady parts, you weren’t going to say no to them, because maybe, just maybe in the deepest parts of your mind, you wanted them to have their way with you.

“Oh… okay but promise to be gentle.”

“No worries pumpkin, we’ll be as gentle as we can be just for you,” and with that said, Geto pressed his forehead against yours and captured your lips with his, while Gojo’s hands travels up to your thigh, caresses between your them and his finger gently rubbing your puffy clit through your panties.

It’s unbelievable, to think that you were about to give yourself to your best friends. It was the furthest thing from your mind, given the fact that you thought they both weren’t into you and because you thought you weren’t their type. But the taste of Geto’s lips has you spreading your legs wider for Gojo to lay his hand flat against your pussy, cupping and thumbing your clit slowly to have your pussy dripping by the time Geto was ready to feast upon you; it had you thinking differently about them.

Hot and messy, he slowly parted from your lips to trail kisses from your jaw down to your neck, his fingers coming up to make quick work on the strings at the front of your dress to reveal your breast to them, but with such little patience, he ripped the dress down in the middle, your heavy set breast bouncing freely at the sudden movement.

You squealed, your hand quickly tried to cover them up, but Geto caught both your wrist in one hand and quickly caught your nipple between his teeth. “Suguru… don’t,” you tried speaking, but he shuts you by biting your nipple before covering your breast with his mouth. A moan slipped past his lips, eyes rolling back slightly as he continued to suck at your breast while his free hand went to fondle the other breast. Gojo was right, you’re tasty.

“Hey, give me some attention too,” Gojo whispered underneath his breath. You snapped your head around to look at him, only to be met with his strawberry flavoured lips savouring the taste of yours. His tongue is hot, licking the roof of your mouth with every thrust of his tongue. Your cheeks burned; your body started to melt underneath their touch. “Hey, let’s take this inside yeah, it’s about to get messy.”

…

Gojo is extremely strong, given the fact that he was carrying you inside the master bedroom. He had both arms underneath your bottom, your thick thigh locked around his slim hips. You had one hand around his neck while the other held onto whatever was left of your dress. Your eyes were on Geto, watching as he wrapped his hair up into a bun before he yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor as soon as you three were inside the bedroom. Geto did not even bother to close the door, eager to get down on his knees before you and feast upon tempting flesh. Gojo carelessly let you fall against the bed while he took the time to get rid of his shirt too, before climbing on the bed, sat up against the headboard and beckoned you to him.

You did so, slowly turning around to get up on your knees to crawl towards him. “Ugh!” you squealed, feeling the sting of Geto’s hand on your ass cheek. You pouted at him while you crawled into Gojo's lap, and the white-haired man wasted no time, spinning you around until your back was once again on his chest.

“Gotta gets rid of these panties, pumpkin,” Gojo whispered, his large hands once again sliding up your thighs before grabbing the end of your panty.

“No,” you said, trying to close your legs tightly together to prevent him from pulling down your panties, but Geto wasn’t having any of it. He was on the bed, pulling your legs apart while Gojo quickly pulled your panties down your legs, watching as the material pulled away from your soaked pussy, a string of your arousal attached to your draws only snapping when it was down past your thigh.

“Now that's a wet pussy. Sato took such care of you, getting your plump pussy wet and ready for me to feast on,” Geto practically moaned as he got comfortable between Gojo’s legs, head resting against your thigh as he stared at your pretty pussy. “Sato, you got your phone with you?”

“Yeah why?” Gojo asked as he held your panty up against his nose, sniffing the crotch before taking a lick from the taste of your panty to taste your liquid, and boy he’s glad he got a taste, couldn’t risk such delicious delicacy miss his mouth. He tossed your panties off the bed while reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone.

“I want you to get a close up shot of me eating her pussy,” Geto moaned as his face got closer to your pussy. “By the way, Sato?”

“Yeah,” Gojo answered as he searched for the camera app on his phone to start the recording.

“Which hole do you wanna fuck after I’m done eating?”

“Huh?” you muttered, shocked out of your mind as your eyes darted between the two of them.

Gojo chuckled as he hit record on his phone and held the camera above Geto’s head while getting a perfect view of your glistening cunt. “I wanna feel her pussy, but I wanna pound that tiny little butthole of hers.”

“Aw… I wanted to take her ass to pound town though,” Geto pouts as he kissed your puffy, wet pussy lips.

“Huh… Toru… Sugu, huh?” you mumbled in utter confusion.

“We’ll share, I’ll go first then you can take the second hit,” Gojo suggested, completely purposefully ignoring the fact that you’re staring up at them waiting for them to acknowledge that they needed to ensure that you’re comfortable with whatever it is that they are about to do with you. In any case you were comfortable because you trust them, but it would have been nice if they had asked.

“No problem. You hear that princess, Gojo and I are going to take such loving care of your tight beautiful holes,” and with that said, he immediately surges forward, his hot warm tongue pushing past his lips to lick between the folds of your pussy. Your eyes rolled back; lips slightly parted to release a breathy moan. Gojo so desperately wanted to kiss those pretty lips of yours, but he was enjoying watching as Geto licked and spread your folds with his tongue more.

“Fuck!” you screamed, back arching slightly from Gojo’s chest the moment you felt Geto hot mouth captured your clit in your mouth, greedily sucking on your sensitive bud that had tiny pleasurable shockwaves slowly making its way up to your brain. You feel Geto’s hand removing itself from the back of your leg and slowly making its way up to rub your butthole.

Your body jolts, feeling his thumb rubbed and pressed itself into your butthole as he continued to feast on your pussy. He groaned in your pussy, head slightly tilting towards the camera just so that Gojo could get a perfect view of your messy cunt clenching and unclenching around his tongue as he thrust the thick wet muscle in and out and in and out of your pussy.

“You like that pumpkin?” Gojo asked, spreading your legs a little wider; giving Geto a bit more room to get comfortable between your legs. “Look at him, he’s having the time of his life between your legs.”

And Geto hums in agreement, tongue still skilfully thrusting inside your clenching cunt. You could feel him smiling as he pulled his tongue out of your hole to flicker at your sensitive bud before sucking harshly at your clit and slurping up the juices that leaked from your clenching hole.

He lifted his head from your cunt, spat on it again, and watched with glistening eyes as his saliva dribbled down the crack of your ass and onto his thumb that was still gently penetrating your butt hole. “Fuck, I’m about to have a feast here,” Geto mumbled to himself as he went back down on your pussy, tongue licking and spreading your folds, feeling your juices against his chin as it dribbles down to your butthole.

He started kissing your cunt, slowly moving his head down until removed his thumb from your hole and laid his tongue flat against it; your butt cheeks clenched immediately, legs trying to close and push away from him, but then you feel it. Gojo’s big hand delivered a slap upon your thighs, and you immediately spread your legs open once again as Geto continued to feast upon you. “Keep those legs open,” Gojo whispered to you as he angled the camera downwards to Geto a view of Geto eating up your other hole. “He’s got to get your ass wet and prepared to take our cocks.

“Mhm’ feels weird,” you whimpered, legs trembling and threatening to close around Geto’s head, but Gojo wasn’t going to allow you to do so, not when his fingers were slowly creeping down towards your messy wet pussy to play with your throbbing clit. “Mhm… ah,” you moaned out, head tossing back against Gojo's shoulder, feeling the sense of overwhelming pleasure being rushed to your head.

A few more licked at your puckered hole and Geto was quick to latch his lips back onto your cunt, not caring one bit if Gojo fingers were stimulating your sensitive nub, rolling his tongue harshly against your clit before sinking it back into your hole.

Your toes curl, eyes squeezing tightly shut, unable to think or even to understand what was happening to your body, it’s like your body was no longer yours. To be absolutely going mad, with pleasure.

Geto finally pulled away from your hole, fingers now replacing his tongue, rubbing, and poking at your hole before sinking two thick calloused fingers into your ass, slowly thrusting in and out in attempts to stretch you out. You’re so far gone, not knowing what to do with yourself, but whimper and cry as they continued with their sinful work as your body grew hotter and hotter, and that weird sensation in your tummy made itself known.

“Ahh, I think she’s out to cum,” Gojo whispered, fingers moving from your clit and plunge them into your hole, moving in and out and curling and poking on your g-spot. You cried out, hands now finally having a mind out its own to grip onto Gojo thighs for support as the rest of you quiver and tremble, desperately in need to cum. “Mhm, fuck Sugu her pussy is pulsing so much around my fingers.”

“You should feel her ass,” Geto followed up, quickly spitting on his fingers before thrusting a third one into your hole.

“No… No, I can’t,” you cried out.

“Oh yes you can,” they both said in harmony, fingers expertly working both your holes. The heat in your tummy began to rise even more, legs now violently shaking and that heavy pressure that you feel inside you felt like it was moment away from bursting if they don’t let up on your holes.

You began breathing heavily, nails scraping against Gojo’s thigh as your back lifted slightly from Gojo’s chest. Feeling your pussy desperately clenching, you scream, “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna Ohh.” Like a river bursting through the walls of a dam, your pussy clenched and burst, wet clear liquid forcing Gojo’s fingers out of your cunt.

Geto groaned and he’s going down to lick up the mess from your cunt as you continue to squirt. “So good princess.”

“Good fucking girl. Pumpkin’s a squirter,” Gojo said as he tapped at your twitching clit a few times, then plunged his finger into your hole to get you cum all over his fingers just to get a taste. Geto on the other hand, gave no time to breath, his lips already on yours and you’re tasting yourself on his lips.

His fingers were still working to stretch your ass, but he managed to untie the strings of his shorts and pushed it down his legs exposing his thick prompt cock to your eyes. You gasped and pulled away from his lips, eyes widened as you took in the sight of his thick, long, and pale cock with a reddish tip. He had pubes, but not as much as your ex-boyfriend did, but Geto sure had a bigger cock.

“I don’t want it, it’s too big,” you said to them both as you tried and Geto’s fingers successfully slipped out of your now gaping hole and you did manage to crawl away from them. But you didn’t get too far, not when Gojo and his long lanky arms were close by, quickly grabbing onto your chubby thighs and pulling you towards him. And as he did so, he managed to pull his cock out of his shorts too. “No… no it's too big,” you said, staring at the weapon between Gojo’s legs.

“Come on pumpkin, you can take it,” Gojo cooed at you, quickly roughly handling you back into his lap with your legs spread over his legs and his cock snuggled up against your cunt. “Suguru stretched you perfectly fine.”

“But… but” you began stuttering as you looked down on the cock that was slowly sliding between your wet fat pussy lips, just waiting patiently to penetrate you deeply.

“It’s ok princess, just relax for us,” Geto whispered as he positioned himself between your legs and his large hand gently rubbing up and down on your thighs. “Satoru’s gonna stretch you out a bit more with his cock, so relax, be a good girl and take him as deep as you can inside you.”

Still staring at Gojo’s pale, long, curved cock between your pussy lips, you thought ‘you’ve already made it this far, it makes no sense you stopped dead in the middle of sex.’ So, with that thought you shook your head and whispered, “Ok.”

They both smiled, then you felt Geto’s hand slightly lifting both your legs, spreading them a bit wider while Gojo spat on his hand, grabbed his cock, and gave it a few pumps before pressing the pinkish mushroom tip at your leaking entrance.

You feel Gojo’s lips against your cheeks, kissing and licking at your skin, as he dragged the tip along your sensitive clit, teasingly smearing your slick all over his cock. “I’m going in now,” he growled, then he immediately pushed in one long, hard upwards thrust into your dripping cunt, knocking the air out of your lungs. His head collapsed onto your shoulders, teeth sinking into your collarbone, biting back his moan the moment he felt your pussy hold his cock like a vice grip.

“Fuck,” he muttered, gently pulling out then thrusting back in, and your sobbing as he painfully stretched you out deliciously. “What a tight fucking pussy. You wanna break my cock off, pumpkin?” he whispered against your shoulders, fingers quickly pinching and rubbing at your clit to give you a bit of relief.

“Mhm… ngh it’s- It’s too big, pull it out, pull it out,” you begged, not used to having something so big, hot, and throbbing inside your pussy, stretching you, splitting you apart and beyond your limits.

“No can no pumpkin,” A low growl escaped him as he pulled his cock out of your hole, until the tip was barely resting inside your cunt, only to thrust back into your warm cunt. Heavy thick balls slapped against the skin of your ass with each thrust of his hips, loud squelches of his cock pushing deeper and deeper inside your gummy cunt.

“Oh God, fuck me,” you mewled, tears stinging the corner of your eyes as you watched as your cunt getting completely mauled by Gojo’s cock., driving you to complete insanity. Your lame ex-boyfriend had never fuck you so stupid, his cock is not even big enough to stretch you as much as Gojo’s cock was doing at this moment. Ripping and tearing, then shaping your hole to fit his cock.

Your brain’s going numb, broken whimpers and moans leaving you each time he plunged into your hole. He’s shifting beneath you, angling his cock to hit that sweet spot within you and it has you bucking and keening on his cock, and he’s watching with hungry eyes as your tits bounce in circular motions with each thrust. “Gonna cum on this cock pumpkin, Suguru’s gotta fuck your little pussy too,” Gojo said to you, kissing your neck as his hand travelled up to squeeze and paw at your heavy swollen breast.

“I… no- too much I,” unable to form a coherent sentence you bowed your head and cried out, hoping that they’ll understand your plea. And to your luck they did, but that doesn’t mean that what Geto was about to do to you was going to make the situation any better.

Because here comes Geto whispering as he realised one of your legs and his fingers hastily rubbed figures of eight on your clit, “Well let me help you then.”

“No, stop please…” You cried as your trembling hands went to pull his hand away from your cunt. It’s no use though your hands were just trembling too much, so the only thing you just had to do was just sit there and let them skilfully worked their fingers and cock on and inside your cunt, pumping and pumping until your thighs twitched, eyes were rolling back and your breathing; short and forceful as they carried you to your orgasm.

“Come on pumpkin let it go, let it go,” Gojo urges, fucking up into you faster and harder than he was before, and the black-haired bastard had the audacity to make his fingers with Gojo’s pace. Your tummy was hot. It burns… it burns, you thought and the next thing you know, you are squirting. Gojo cock slipped out of your squirting cunt, and he, smiling as he grabbed his cock and rubbed it on your sensitive clit and watched as your pussy gushed more clear liquid.

“Move and let me slide in,” Geto said to Gojo, quickly grabbing both of your knees and folding them into your breast. And Gojo as quick as ever held the back of your knees and watched as Geto tapped his heavy cock onto your throbbing clit, the tip pressing into your cunt and when he was satisfied with the amount of you cum that coated his cock. He plunged in, stretching you impossibly wider than Gojo.

Just how big are their cocks?

Geto paused, watching as your lips trembled, eyes still tightly closed and your pussy, clenching and unclenching, slowly shaping to fit his cock. A low groan fell from his lips as he leaned forward, chest pressing into the back of your legs, forehead resting on your head that is between your legs and he’s whispering, “And though Sato fucked you deep and hard, stretching this tiny little cunt. You are still so fucking tight.”

His hips started moving, slowly dragging his cock out of your wet hole, then without warning he abruptly slammed his cock into you. “Ah… Sugu ah.”

He smiled and kissed your lips as he pounded into your pussy mercilessly. He’s so thick, thicker than Gojo it felt as though he was about to burst your pussy wide open. “Oh fuck, fuck,” he grunted, his forehead resting against yours, sweat beading down his forehead and onto yours. He glanced down at you through his lashes, your lips all puffy and swollen from all the biting and kissing. “Open up your mouth princess.” You lolled your tongue out for him. He groaned as he gathered a glob in his mouth before spitting it on your tongue. “Swallow and show it to me again.” You did as you were told, he didn’t waste another second to spit in your mouth again.

You swallowed then moaned, “I’m close again.”

“That’s what I want you to do,” he groaned as he straightened his posture to speed up his deep thrust. The sounds your bodies made as they slapped against each other and Gojo grunting from the feeling cock rubbing against your ass was driving them mad.

“Yes… ah fuck.”

He leaned forward yet again and gave you the neediest, sloppiest kiss. His cock began to abuse your g-spot, each thrust punching every breath from your lips. And once again, you feel the pressure building up inside your tummy, you’re left with no choice but to cum on his cock, juice leaking from the sides and down his length. He kept on fucking your through your orgasm, fwop, fwop, fucking you deeper and deeper with each thrust, hitting that spot he knew that was gonna make you squirt.

“Mhm… stop Imma shit…” Your body grew stiff and Geto had to quickly slip out of you to rub the tip of his cock on your clit as you squirted all over him.

“There you go princess, there you go.”

“So proud of your pumpkin,” they both praised and Gojo managed to steal a kiss from your lips. Your tired, body spent, worn out all you just wanted to do was to close your eyes and sleep. But wait they didn’t cum.

“Uhm… Toru… Su why didn’t you cum?” you asked them.

“Oh yeah, where not done.”

Bamboozled out of your mind, you turned to face Gojo and said, “Huh?”

“We gonna tap your ass member?” Gojo reminded you as he lifted both your legs again and his cock now poked at your lower entrance.

“And I wanna eat your pussy out while he takes care of your cute little hole,” Geto added as he got comfortable yet again between Gojo’s legs.

“No- no, no, no I can’t… I’m tired, please.”

“Ahh pumpkin just a few minutes more, I promise you it’ll feel fantastic.”

And that’s the line you fell for, keeping your legs spread as they both hand their way with your hole, stretching and pounding you out with no mercy. They did try to be gentle, but your pussy was just so unbelievably tight and soaking wet, they kept you inside that bedroom for hours upon end, until you finally passed out into Geto’s arms, whimpering, and shaking, skin sticky and sweating. Thick globs of cum dripping from your holes, and your ass filled with nothing but kiss marks, hickies and hand bruises.

They fucked you good, better than your dumb ex-boyfriend every did and they can’t wait to fuck your little hole and stuffed them full of them cum and just maybe breed you, but they’ll wife you up.

𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘? 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠, 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑅𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔.

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pascalispretty · 5 months

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Old Holiday, New Traditions

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: cowgirl sex, unsafe sex, Joel mouthing off during sex, established relationship

Summary: Safe in Jackson, Joel celebrates his first New Year's Eve in decades. (ao3).

Notes: My Secret Santa gift for @bluebeary-jay! Merry Christmas! My thanks as always to @misscharlielulu for her support.

Joel had never been one for a big celebration on New Year’s Eve. There had been a few parties with Sarah’s mother when he was younger. Later, he rang in the New Year with Sarah – sitting her on his shoulders to watch fireworks, or moving clocks forward to feign the moment of midnight for her.

After Sarah, he’d had no desire to celebrate. It was just another marker of time, the yawning gulf opening up in his life between her past and his present.

All the New Year meant to him was another year without his baby girl.

Yet somehow, between their arrival in Jackson in the spring and the approaching winter, Ellie had gotten him to look forward to it. She spoke excitedly of the party held in Jackson to kick off the new year. It involved weeks of preparation, and almost everybody in town pitching in to help. Slowly, the promise of the New Year was no longer something he dreaded.

And then there was you. You, who’d been in Jackson for longer and filled Ellie’s head with stories of New Year’s celebrations past. You, who’d somehow worked your way into Joel’s bed, and then his heart. He’s hard pressed to explain how you – bright, tender you, who still got upset when your neighbours’ cat left small carcasses on your doorstep – had taken to him so quickly.

Between you and Ellie, you convince him to attend his first New Year’s Eve in decades.

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It’s late by the time the two of you head back to Joel’s place. It’s almost one in the morning, but the party in the Tipsy Bison isn’t showing much sign of slowing down. You’d left Ellie giggling in a corner with Cat, the two of them no doubt thrilled to have pulled one over on Joel about being ‘just friends’.

The snow crunches under your feet as you make your way home, your hand tucked into the crook of Joel’s elbow. The sound of the party carries far down the street, almost every resident of Jackson still inside. Only those on patrol, and those too sick to get out of bed, would miss it. It’s a celebration of surviving and thriving for another year.

“Make any resolutions this year?” You ask Joel teasingly. The air is cold enough to make your breath mist, and you shiver despite your warm clothes.

“Yeah. Stop lettin’ you ‘n Ellie talk me into stuff,” he huffs.

“Oh come on. You had a good time.” You had caught him smiling at one point, watching Ellie dance with some of the other teenagers.

“Wasn’t terrible,” he says eventually. “Ellie looked like she had a real good time.”

“Yeah, she did,” you agree. “All the other kids seem to really like her.” Cat in particular, though you don’t say that aloud. It had been sweet to watch the two tiptoe around one another with all the hallmarks of an adolescent crush.

“It’s good for her. Bein’ around people her own age, bein’ able to have friends.”

“I still can’t believe Dina managed to get her to dance.” A smile tugs at the corner of Joel’s mouth again. His smiles aren’t frequent, but it’s a huge change from the intimidating, scowling man who had first arrived in Jackson over a year ago. Slowly but surely, you think Jackson is becoming his home.

In just the same way, his home is becoming yours. You’re spending fewer nights at the house you share with Dina and Rebecca. Ellie no longer reacts with any surprise when she finds you having breakfast at her kitchen table. You even keep a change of clothes tucked in the bottom of Joel’s dresser. You’d never ask Joel to put a label on whatever you are, but you’re not sure you need him to. As if to prove your point, he doesn’t even ask if you’re coming home with him; he just carries on walking right past the turn that leads to your house.

The noise of the party has long faded by the time you get to Joel and Ellie’s house; your boots crunching through the snow is the only sound you can hear. You and Joel stomp your feet to shake off the loose snow, and unlace your boots standing right next to the front door so you can step inside in your socks. Joel had imposed the rule about not tracking snow inside after Ellie had gone flying on the wooden floor left slick by snowmelt, and you’d both readily agreed. Joel takes your boots with him, doubtless to put them with his in the kitchen to dry off as you start taking off your many layers.

In just your jeans and a tee shirt, you make your way upstairs to Joel’s bedroom. The heat is on; it doesn’t take long for the warmth to come back to your feet and fingers. Turning into Joel’s room, you don’t turn on the main light. Instead, you light the candle on the bedside table, casting the room in a soft golden glow.

The candle lit, you move over to the record player in the corner. There’s a vinyl already waiting, so you simply switch it on and lower the needle. Soft, Spanish guitar fills the room. You’re flicking through the crate full of records when Joel’s strong arms loop around your middle. You can’t help smiling to yourself, resting your hand on his as he kisses the side of your head.

“Music, candles, you got me drunk…you tryin’ to seduce me darlin’?” He whispers against the shell of your ear.

“Tommy was the one who got you drunk,” you remind him. Joel grunts in acknowledgement, squeezing you a little tighter.

“My mind ain’t on Tommy right now.” He turns you in his arms, those dark eyes of his unfathomable as he looks down at you. “I’m more concerned with how I can thank my girl.”

Before you can respond, he leans in and kisses you. It’s a soft kiss, barely more than a peck. It’s still enough to send the first sparks running through your veins. Joel brings one of his hands up to cup your jaw, his large palm warm against your skin.

“You looked pretty when you were dancing, baby,” he murmurs, his thumb stroking your cheek. A derisive snort escapes you.

“I looked like an idiot.” Dina had pulled you in to dance, some variation on a jig that had both of you collapsing into breathless giggles by the end.

“You looked happy.” Joel kisses you again, a little deeper this time. The simple statement fills you with a different kind of warmth, and you make a contented sound against his full lips. You loop your arms around his neck, trying to get as close to him as you can. He holds you tight, and not for the first time you’re struck by the contrast in his sheer strength, and the gentleness with which he handles you.

The hand at your waist creeps below the hem of your shirt, sliding up to cup the weight of your breast. Even over your bra, his touch makes you shudder.

“Off,” he huffs impatiently, breaking the kiss to pull your tee shirt up and over your head. You start in on the buttons of his flannel shirt, doing your best to concentrate as Joel brushes your hair back over your shoulder and starts kissing your neck. His stubble prickles at your delicate skin and his lips immediately kiss away the sting.

The heat of arousal floods through your body, your fingers skittering over the small buttons. It takes you longer than it should to get the navy shirt off him, followed swiftly by the soft grey tee shirt he had on underneath. You can feel his cock starting to stiffen against your belly, and it only adds to the tingling sensation under your skin as your nerve endings set alight.

Joel steers you both back towards the bed, the two of you shedding your remaining clothes as quickly as you can. He settles himself into bed, leaning back against the headboard as he helps you into his lap. You sigh softly as you settle on his thighs, one of your hands curling around the wood of the headboard and the other finding Joel’s shoulder.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” Joel murmurs, his hands warm on your hips. He pulls you closer so your hips are flush with his. His cock, hot and hard, bumps against your middle, trapped between your bodies. He crushes you close in a deep kiss, tilting his head to slot his mouth against yours. One of his hands slides up to caress your breasts again, touching you with increasing impatience.

When you break apart, he leaves you gasping for air. Precome smears across your belly as you press closer to him. It’s not enough. You feel uncomfortably slick and devastatingly empty; you let out a soft, longing sound.

“Need you,” you whine, your fingertips skating over his stomach to grasp his cock. The weight of it in your hand makes you shiver. Joel uses his grip on your hips to encourage you up, rising up on your knees enough to be able to notch the broad head of his cock against your entrance. A hiss escapes through Joel’s teeth.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He exhales a gasp into the side of your neck, his breath hot on your skin. He bites into the soft skin as you start to sink down on him. You inhale the scent of his hair, the soft curls tickling your face as he trails kisses and nips down your skin.

“That’s it,” he mumbles against your throat. “That’s it, good girl, take it just like that…” His hands help you move. As wet as you are, he’s so much that you can’t take him all in one go. You have to sink down slowly, impaling yourself with gradual flicks of your hips. Every thick inch of him strains your muscles, but the feeling of fullness is glorious.

“Oh, fuck, Joel-” you manage, breathless. He makes a hushing sound, smoothing one hand down the line of your spine. It’s meant to be a soothing gesture, but it only serves to wind you up even more, your nerves fraying at his touch. He flexes his hips, somehow driving himself in even deeper, and you whimper into his hair.

Joel coils one strong arm around your waist, his nose pressing against the hinge of your jaw. He lets you catch your breath. When you give your first, halting twist of your hips, he stutters an inhale, the fingers on your hip tightening.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he says, his voice tight with need. “Ride me, go on.” He starts to move with you, meeting every slow stroke of your hips. Every pass of his cock stokes the fire in your belly higher. You cling to him, needing to be as close as physically possible. The room feels suddenly stifling, your world shrunk down to just your bodies on Joel’s bed.

Your pace had started slow, but Joel is beginning to move with growing insistence. The hand on your hip presses between your bodies. When his searching fingertips find your clit, you drop your head back like a puppet whose strings have been cut. It opens you up more to Joel, giving him easier access to the sensitive bundle of nerves at your apex.

“Need you to come,” he grunts, his thumb stroking across your clit. “Wanna feel you come on my cock.” With every thrust of his hips, he works his thumb across your clit, setting you alight from within and without. Every shift and touch pulls you closer towards the edge. He mouths at your neck, your eyes fluttering closed as you writhe on his lap.

You start to move a little faster, chasing the high of your climax. Joel matches your pace, the obscene sound of your bodies meeting filling the room.

“Like that, that’s it, sweetheart,” he croons. “Good girl, baby, take what you need…”

“Joel,” you whine. “Joel, Joel, Joel-” You say it like a prayer, chanting it over and over.

It’s not long before he sends you hurtling over the edge, your orgasm hitting you so hard that you barely manage to hold yourself upright. The tension that’s been coiling in your belly snaps, sending molten fire pouring through your body. You feel him covering your face with kisses, the sensation of it far away somehow as you come back to yourself slowly.

His thumb keeps stroking circles around your clit, dragging out your climax. It threatens to push you into oversensitivity, and you whimper pathetically. Your cunt clenches around his length, the muscles unsure whether they want to pull him in deeper or push him out. The fluttering of your walls must get him there; before your brain can catch up to what’s happening, he’s pulled out of you.

It only takes a few desperate strokes of his hand before he’s coming all over your stomach. You feel ruinously empty, your primal need for Joel not helped by the ragged groan he lets out as he comes. He sits back against the headboard, and you watch the rise and fall of his broad chest as he struggles to catch his breath.

“Sorry baby,” he mutters, his thumb catching a pearlescent bead of come before it can drip down onto your cunt. He reaches for the stack of rags he keeps in his bedside table for this purpose, carefully wiping away his spend. You’re too tired to wash properly; instead, you simply let yourself fall onto the bed beside him.

Joel presses a kiss to your forehead before rolling over to blow out the candle. Taking advantage of the movement, you curl up behind him, spooning him. For once, he doesn’t grumble and protest and claim he doesn’t like it. He just rests his hand atop yours, and lets you snuggle closer.

You look down to see if he needs help as he draws the blankets over you both, and you notice the window for the first time since you came home.

At some point while you were having sex, it started snowing. It’s coming down thick, the world outside the window only visible in shades of white and grey. Tomorrow, everything will look fresh and new, the perfect start to a new year.

“Joel?” You whisper softly.

“Yeah?”

“I really am glad you agreed to come.” You rest your head against his back. It takes him a long moment to reply, and you almost wonder if he’s fallen asleep on you.

“I’m glad I went. It was my first good New Year’s in decades,” he says eventually. You snuggle closer, his back warm against your cheek.

“Happy New Year, Joel.”

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ma1dita · 4 months

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Duddee, now you gotta write luke proposing to trouble, you simply cannot now IBHBHKK

the perfect weekend

a ‘partners in crime’ alternate universe installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

alternate universe masterpost

words: 1.2k (this was too cute the word count escaped me)

summary: alternate universe - the perfect weekend with your perfect boy, even if he thinks otherwise

a/n: happy luke happy luke happy luke FIANCE LUKE

(posted 2/4/23 unbetad and written on caffeine)

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This weekend felt like a dream.

Luke took you to your favorite spots that you’ve both carved memories out of in Westport, buying you and his mom gorgeous fresh flowers from the farmers’ market, and he let you drag him around his hometown, spending hours in tiny antique shops and the record store on Main Street. He couldn’t get over how you always found fun in the simple things— even going to the pharmacy to pick up his mom’s medication felt like going to Disney World with you. He couldn’t be more sure of his decision, it was almost inconceivable to spend another day without you being his fiancee.

But luck wasn’t known to be on his side, after all (yeah, thanks dad). Luke’s always had to work harder to get what he wants, and he’s spent the past few years trying to prove himself to your dad—though deep down, he thinks Mr. D doesn’t mind him as much as he makes it seem. (Asking him for his blessing last week over a bottle of wine and a bone-shaking hug scared the wits out of him. He pretended to not notice the god cry.)

Luke just wants to give you what you deserve. And if he needs to spend the rest of his life working on it to prove it, he ought to do it with you by his side.

But he couldn’t think of how.

He tried proposing over dinner last night, with the smell of burnt cookies in the air, but that wasn’t romantic at all, and his hands were shaking so hard he knocked a glass over, prompting you and his mom to fuss over the mess and giggle over his silliness. You both chatted deep into the night, Luke sitting quietly and nodding at two of his favorite women babbling about who knows what (Sometimes he’s still convinced you like his mom more than him, but the way you both take care of him makes him tear up if he thinks too hard about it).

When you went horseriding this afternoon, he set up a picnic for lunch, which was romantic. Chocolate-covered strawberries and sandwiches made by mom, sparkling cider twinkling in the sun. Luke was sure it was going to be great timing— until he realized the ring box fell out of his pocket again, and he slipped in manure trying to rush you back to the house (The sound of your laughter at clumsiness made his heart warm though, and it almost made up for the three hours he looked for the stupid box in the grass that night when you fell asleep with his tiny Star Wars-themed flashlight).

He woke you up early before the sun rose, carrying you out to the car still bundled up in his old Toy Story throw blanket that you wouldn’t let him toss out when he brought it to college (The faded pictures of Buzz and Woody kept a smile on your face, and the memories it brought make you feel connected to 9-year-old Luke). The drive to the beach was short, a sleepy smile on your face as you felt Luke grab onto your hand, sand getting between your toes before he laid out a blanket and the both of you sat down.

Cracking open a redbull for the both of you to sip on, you leaned against his muscled frame, legs hanging over his lap as he wiped the sand off your feet, holding you close as he smiled.

“Good morning, handsome,” you grinned, leaning up for a kiss. Luke obliged, savoring the taste of you mixed with sleep and artificial peach. Your noses nudge against each other before he mumbles a reply, “Good morning, pretty girl.”

“Y’know? I could die happy just like this. I can’t think of anything else that would make this weekend more perfect.”

Luke hummed in contemplation, “I could think of a few things,” he said, as a laugh bubbled from his lips. A noise of confusion rose from you as you reached up to dust lint off his shirt before your knee nudged something hard in his pocket, and your eyebrow raised in mischief.

“Dirty boy, you get me out of your mom’s house and you’re already excited?”

And he laughed the stress off until it freed itself from his bones, pure elation radiating off of him before Eos even had a chance to spread her first rays of light into the sky.

He’s never needed perfect.

He just needs you.

His hands dug into his pocket, pulling out the ring box that’s caused him so much trouble this weekend. But a life with you should’ve already prepared him for that—and the shock on your face became funnier when you launched yourself on top of him, kicking up sand and taking the air out of his lungs.

You both hit the ground with a loud thud, your nose buried in his chest as he chuckles at your scream. Why was he even worried to begin with?

“Wait, wait, I still have something to say trouble, don’t jump ahead of the script!”

His hand rubbed your back in gentle strokes as he popped the box open to reveal a delicate golden band with two diamonds juxtaposed against each other sitting pretty on top.

“It’s always been you and me. And I’ve spent hours thinking of what to say, days trying to figure out when the time would be right, months working for a pretty ring that’s perfect for you, years loving you… and well… I want more. I want this, you and me spending the rest of our lives together because I can’t comprehend a future without you. I’d do anything for you trouble, and I don’t believe in much, but I believe in you. Us.”

You’ve cried so hard by this point that you’re convinced it’s so goddamn ugly but Luke smiles at you like he’s been promised immortality. And perhaps he has, with the future you two will have scrolling through his mind like an old film, a house on a hill, kids, a dog, shit—whatever you want as long as he’s with you it’ll be the closest thing to forever he’d have.

“Are you sure?” you said sniffling, and your boyfriend wiped your tears away like he has countless times before, though happy tears are something he’ll have to get used to.

“I literally ruined your proposal, I just thought you were horny, oh my gods…” Whining loudly and laughing, you held your shaking hand out as he sat up to put the ring on your finger.

“Well, we can fix that later. I still have a question to ask, after all.”

Luke grinned when your head nodded rapidly, finally shutting up so you wouldn’t interrupt him again.

“Will you,” he says so surely now, saying your name before continuing, “let me have the honor of spending the rest of our lives together as your husband?”

“Gods, yes. Fucking hell angelface, did you really think I’d say no?”

The both of you laughed through tears and snot as he placed the ring on your left hand, and still, it couldn’t be more perfect.

“A life with trouble is the life for me,” he mused, laughing as you covered his face in kisses before the both of you fell back into the sand a tangle of lips and lust and love.

You jolted up from your fiance’s embrace just as he thought he was going to get lucky, almost emptying your entire wallet of drachmas into the sand-covered blanket to Iris message your friends.

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