jjk men and aftercare pt 2 ft. Yuji, Megumi, Sukuna, Yuta, and Toge.
a/n: part 2 babyyy hope u guys enjoy, everyone (except sukuna + megumi) are more on the softer side in this i think (here's part 1)
cw: slightly suggestive, how they are after sex basically :) (all characters are aged up!!)
Yuji Itadori
He's kind of clueless at first. No doubt he's heard about it because he was nervous about his first time and called up his long time best friend Megumi to ask about.
Of course he told him to look it up himself, which he did but he wasn't patient enough to read through it thoroughly, so he scanned through the article to get the basic idea.
"Ummm, do you want snacks? Water... uhhhhh... um.." he struggles to remember what he'd read.
"Some water would be nice to start out." To start out? What does he have to do next?
Instead of stressing though, he hops up off the bed (naked), "Okay! I'll go get you some water!!" He's quick to leave the room and retrieve a nice, cold bottle of water.
As he's about to hand it to you he snatches it back and cracks it open, "Don't want you to strain anything."
"Yuji, baby, I can open a water bottle." You giggle at how cute and careful he is.
"Oh, right! Here you go." Your fingers touch his as he hands you the bottled beverage. A small smile rises on your face and his smile widens when he sees you smiling.
You gulp down the water quickly which was a terrible idea. Small sips is always the way to go, but sex has left you parched for some odd reason.
"Do you wanna hop in the bath?" His head perks at your questions.
"Oh yeah! You probably wanna get clean, right? I'll give you a massage too if you'd like!" Who are you to tell this beautiful man, "no"?
"Of course, Yuji. Thank you for taking care of me." Pride swells inside of him at the thought of taking care of you.
Megumi Fushiguro
Sigh. Like father, like son. He's not as bad as Toji, but when you guys first slept together he rolled over and fell asleep once you came.
When you told him why you were upset his response was "at least you came, right?"
Which he admits now that that was NOT the best thing to say. He's changed since then, though.
"Here," he throws pain killers and your favorite snack at you. You'd just finished showering about twenty minutes ago. Yes, you invited your boyfriend to join you but he had to resist your offer. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of you and you already expressed your tiredness.
Anyone else would probably be offended if their partner threw stuff at them, but this is Megumi's way of expressing his love.
"You good?" He asks when you don't move to pick up your snack.
"Mhm, but you know it's best for me to take pain killers before sex. They're useless now." He dodges the pill bottle when you throw it at him.
"They won't reduce the after sex pain? Thought they did. Well anyway, you wanna watch something? I actually started getting into that one show you like."
The way your heart fluttered at his question left you all sappy and excited.
"Yeah get over here."
He's not perfect at aftercare but he's yours and he makes sure to tend to your needs in his own way.
Sukuna Ryomen
Honestly I don't even think I need to write anything for him but ima try my best!
He was confused about the way you stared at him when you joined him in the bathroom. He was brushing his teeth.
"What brat?" He asks staring at you through the mirror.
"You literally split me in half and didn't even bother to take care of me afterward.." You state awkwardly as you sit on the covered toilet seat.
"Eh? What happened to all that independent woman shit? Can't ya do it yourself?" He asks, the toothpaste and toothbrush in his mouth made his words a little bit hard to understand, but you get the gist.
"I mean I can do it myself, but it's more intimate when you do it with your partner!" Honestly it was useless trying to explain yourself because Sukuna is stubborn as hell.
"We had plenty'a intimacy when I was eatin' your pussy like less than ten minutes ago." There's sass in his voice and he rolls his eyes.
It was best to give up, because he wasn't going to listen. The walk of shame was super embarrassing and you made yourself a little spot on the couch to sleep on for the night.
Fifteen minutes later Sukuna's stomping into the living room.
"What're ya doing out here on the couch when we have a whole bed?" It's obviously a rhetorical question, he has a good idea of what you're mad about.
"You know why I'm pissed. You're an asshole, Ryomen. I don't even want to talk to you right now, so go away." The malice in your tone was evident and he switched up upon hearing you call him his full first name rather than that dumb nickname he will never admit that he likes.
"Ugh... so whiny. If I take care of ya, all the domestic shit. Will ya bring your ass back to bed?" He asks, a hand on his slutty waist.
"Yes." You quip quickly.
"Fine. Come on."
That was the start of the aftercare you deserved, and surprisingly he was good at it. When you asked him where he got all this experience from he said, "I was a human with feeling at some point. I know how to care for people, when I want."
Yuta Okkotsu
He didn't want to fuck up so he researched any and everything. From hydration to what foods are good to eat afterwards and so on.
"Thank you Yuta, this is delicious." It really is good, his cooking is phenomenal. It always warms your heart. You'd started on dinner but Yuta distracted you which led to having your legs spread on the counter for him.
"It's the least I can do for you for treating me so well." He says with a suggestive smirk and you know exactly what what he's implying.
"Also food is important to build your stamina back up after sex. Did bathing with those bath salts help any?" He's read that they're supposed to relax and calm the body. He made you soak for twenty minutes.
"It did, I don't feel as sore as I did earlier." And it's true, Yuta knew more about how to care for yourself better than you did which surprised you to some extent. Sometimes it felt more like a nagging parent than helpful advice but he usually doesn't get to that point.
"Make sure you're taking care of yourself too, babe. It's not all about me." You remind him.
He nods while chewing. "I always take care of myself after you. I'll wash up after we tackle the dishes."
Toge Inumaki
Toge is a worrier when it comes to aftercare. He wants you to be satisfied with his efforts.
Never again did you fall asleep without cleaning yourself up or letting Toge help you do it. Last time you did he commanded you to get in the tub so he could scrub you clean.
He wrote an apology on a piece of paper afterward. He just wanted you to get clean.
He cares a lot about you and your emotions, and obviously it's hard for him to do that in words, so he tries his best to do it through his actions.
Tonight is no different, he's washing your hair in the shower. The water is the perfect temperature and you can feel Toge pressed up against you. The way his finger tips graze your scalp are just right/ You about fall asleep.
"Mustard Leaf." He says in worry. He doesn't want a repeat of last week, when you fell asleep in the shower and you slipped almost causing a concussion if he hadn't caught you last second.
"I.. I'm awake. I won't fall asleep again, promise." You yawn and the worry dissipates for the most part. He trusts your words.
"Salmon." He responds and you smile lazily.
Your most earnest moments are when the two of you are in the shower. You feel the need to rid yourself of anything from the day so you tell him everything. He nods along and gives you comforting touches to assure you.
"I love you so much, Toge. Thank you for cleaning me up."
Your white haired boyfriend nods his head at you with a smile. Your eyes follow his hand as he writes " I ♡ YOU" with his finger, on the glass door of the shower.
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⛧° will you be my prom date? - hoo boys °⛧
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content: headcannons for my favorite boys of how they would ask you on a date!
warnings: cursing, non-estabilished relationship, slight sexual allusions (nothing too NSFW), friends with benefits, characters are all 18+,
a/n: i had this idea in the middle of portuguese class and i loved it so now i'm writing cause i'm independent MUAHAHAHA- jk jk i'm fine (questionable) annd i already started writing that fic i told u guys about... it'll be good, i hope
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⛧Jason Grace
He does not know how to ask a girl out.
Like, he has no fucking clue on how to do that. You see, he's a perfectionist in absolutely everything in his life, and would be no less concerned with his girl. Who, by the way, is not his girl. 'Yet', he keeps telling himself that.
So, of course that he has to have the most perfect plan of all on how to ask you out to prom.
He'd do absolutely averything to make you feel safe and loved, so when you told him a few weeks before that the most expected experience of your school-life was THE prom, he took that as a subtle cue that you wanted him to invite you to go with him.
It indeed was, but you would never tell that to anyone.
Of course, the first person he thinks to go to is Piper, since she knows you and she's a daughter of Aphrodite. Especially because of that last one.
So of course she advises him on how she thinks it's the best way to invite you to prom.
One day, you had a evening date on top of the Zeus cabin - you both found a spot that you could throw some blankets and lay down together, watching the stars. It was almost on routine, but tonight he was very much anxious.
"Right there it's Andromeda. There, Orion and a little bit further down, right there, it's Pegasus." You say, pointing the constelations to him as you always did. But tonight, he wasn't staring at the night sky. He was staring at you.
How could you be so beautiful with those soft lips, those cute cheeks, that kissable nose, those always happy eyes... you were just too beautiful. And it was just amazingly cute how your eyes shined and your smile got even brighter when you were talking about something you liked.
So he decided to just fuck the whole plan up. Which was definetly something that the Normal Jason would ever do, but this was Madly-In-Love Jason. He'd do it, for you.
"You wanna go to prom with me? Like, as my date?" He'd ask you. You snapped your head towards him as if you hadn't heard it quite right.
"Um... what?" You asked, confused it he really meant what he just asked.
"Do. You. Want. To. Go. To. Prom. With. Me?" He asked pausedly, making sure you understood. You felt your cheeks burn bright red and a smile creep up your lips.
You leaned forwards and connected your lips in a soft and tender kiss, giving him the answer he needed. "Thought you'd never ask."
⛧° Percy Jackson
He only discovered that the prom was gonna happen one week before it did.
And that's when it clicks to him why you're being all weird and evasive, refusing his kisses, hugs and the 'i need you rn' texts.
Sure you were just friends with benefits, but still hurt you quite a lot that he didn't even bother to ask you to check if you were even going to the prom.
Little did you know he had no idea there was going to be a prom.
So when he texted you this morning with a ‘meet me at the aquarium in twenty.’ you considered ignoring him. But maybe he was finally going to apologize, you hoped.
The first thing you saw when you got to the aquarium that was the usual spot of your dates, he was there holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He wasn’t looking at you, instead he was looking at the mirror, fixing his… not messy hair?
That’s when you noticed. He was in a freaking tuxedo, which was a sight for sore eyes, his usually messy hair was all gelled up and he looked… even more handsome than usual.
When he looked at you, a smile immediately crept up his lips, and you were suddenly feeling weird in that old pair of jeans and a baby blue cropped. Still, he looked like he had never seen anything prettier than you.
“Hey, sweetheart.” He said and walked towards you, kissing your cheek softly. You smiled and blushed, forgetting for a moment that you were still mad at him. He handed you the flowers, which you took gratefully from his hands.
When you looked up at him again, he seemed… guilty about something. He wasn’t even looking at you in the eye when he sighed and pulled you close to him, hugging your body.
“I’m so sorry, y/n/n, i’m so, so sorry. I swear i didn’t know that the prom was coming, i just- i’m sorry for being such an airhead.” He said, giving multiple kisses to the top of your head.
“It’s ok. I’m not mad anymore.” You said, smiling at the boy in front of you. “How can i even be mad when you literally call me to an aquarium in which you are in a freaking tuxedo?” Your asked, kissing his lips softly.
“Really? You forgive me?” He asked, his eyes hopeful.
“Of course i do.” You said. Then, you raised one hand to his hair and muffled it, making all messy again. “And i prefer your hair in its normal rebel condition.”
He smiled as you walked towards the aquarium that you two had visited multiple times before. The place of your first kiss, the first holding hands, the first date…
But when you got near the fish tank, he asks you to stop and close your eyes, so that’s what you do.
Five minutes later, he comes back to your side and smiles, “You can open it now.”
And when you opened… well, all the fish in the tank were in a formation that said ‘Prom?’, and your smile instantly brightened. The boy next to you had the biggest smile ever seen on earth’s surface, and it was the cutest thing ever.
“Of course i’ll go to prom with you, dumbass.” You said, pulling him down by his collar and giving him a very passionate kiss.
⛧° Leo Valdez
He just let life tell him the right moment.
Literally, he couldn’t care less to whether you both were going to the prom or not. He just wanted to make you happy as always.
So when he discovered that you indeed wanted to go to prom, he made his life’s most important work until this day: a metal rose that, when you pressed a button to the side, opened to a message of ‘Do you wanna go to prom with me?’ that he knew you’d like.
He made it and triple checked it, just to be sure it’d work. It did work, but he couldn’t keep the thought that probably something was gonna be ruined with his bad luck.
So, one day, he was in bunker nine, covered in grease and soot, his hair messy and a little oiled up. He had just finished the rose-mission and was getting his stuff together before leaving to cabin nine so he could take a shower and change into clean clothes.
That’s until you ruined his plans and came in unexpectedly.
“Leo?” You asked, getting inside the hot bunker. Lots of projects were in the table, on the walls and even on the floor. Lots of weird materials that you didn’t quite know the name to were spread all over the place. It was actually cute.
“Mi amor, is it you?” He asked, leaving the shadows to a very smiley, pretty and happy you. He thanked the gods that he had taken the rose out of his work table before you got there.
“Yeah, it is. Whatcha doing?” You asked, sitting down in a pouf that you told him to put there, moths before.
“Just, uh… some weird Leo Valdez stuff, y’know.” He said, jokingly.
When he looked back at you, the tip of his nose caught fire. You were just… ethereal. Just sat there, looking around his work, hair pulled back in a messy braid, the small little pout that you always seemed to have in your lips…
He needed to do that right now.
Right now it’s the perfect moment.
Hell, every moment is the perfect moment. As long as it’s with you.
“Hey, princesa, i made something for you. I don’t know if you’ll like it, but, uh… yeah.” He said, getting closer and crouching down in front of you.
He took the metal rose out of his pocket and handed it to you. Your face immediately turned into a bright smile, grabbing the rose from his hand and pressing a kiss to his lips.
“Aw, honey, thank you! It’s so pretty!” You said, amazed by the beauty of the metal in front of you.
“Just, hm..” He said as he pressed a button in the back of the rose.
Thanks the gods, Tyche decided to be on his side today.
It occurred just right in the way he planned. The rose opened slowly, revealing a small little message. When you read it - with difficulty from the dyslexia -, your eyes watered.
You pulled him in for a hug, not caring it he was all greasy and sweaty and dirty. “Yes! Of course i will, babe!” She said, giving kisses all over his face.
“Te quiero, princesa.” He whispered and kissed you again.
⛧° Frank Zhang
He was nervous.
His hands were all sweaty and he wasn’t sure if you were going to accept the prom invite.
Fine, you were almost dating by now. But what if you stopped liking him? What if you found someone else? What if you hated him? What if-
Well, he was overthinking. A lot. And he just wished everything would go smoothly, and definitely not wrong. Nope. Anything is gonna go wrong here, folks.
You’re going to a little date dinner in the evening, you’ll can’t about your days and, in the end, he’ll ask you to be his prom date. Everything will be completely okay.
And at the beginning it really was. He got himself to calm down and was relatively fine, compared to earlier, and you just talked together at the beach, talking about your days.
The whole problem began when you mentioned the subject ‘prom’.
Oh, look at his hands getting all sweaty again.
He’s kind of scared, but he forces himself to ask you the question anyways.
“Hey, y/n, i was w-wondering if… if you-“ Before he got to finish, the boy got so nervous he transformed himself into a dog.
Why a dog, you ask? Because he remembered one day that you mentioned to him that dogs were your favorite animal on the world.
And he never forgets anything that you tell him about yourself.
But he got so, so embarrassed, thinking that he had ruined every chance that he had with you.
Little did he knew you just fell in love even more.
When he shifted back into his human form, you were still giggling, and he was super embarrassed about the situation.
“I’m sorry, i… i kinda shift when i got nervous..” He mumbled under his breath, looking at his hands.
You chuckled a little more and pulled him to you, giving him a kiss to the cheek. “It’s okay. Now, what were you gonna ask me?”
“Uh… do you… do you wanna go to prom with me?” He asked the question, and your smile just brightened. You kissed him in the lips now and felt him melting onto your lips.
“Of course, big guy.”
a/n: i kinda liked it???? like what. oh, thank you SO MUCH ALL OF YOU CAUSE I REACHED TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY LIKES LIKE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??? LIKE, I MADE MY DIRST POST THREE DAYS AGO, TOPS!! Im just so proud and thankful, i love you all! my 24 besties 😭😭
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Naps in the Quinjet ~Peter Parker Imagine~
Requested by @manyfandomsfanvergent:
Peter Parker x female!Stark!reader
Reader and Peter getting back from a mission, on the quinjet, and the other avengers can't get over how adorable they are
Bc they are all cuddled, and how about Peter got a mild concussion so he's just snuggling int reader
Summary: After a rough mission, both you and Peter crash together in the quinjet.
Author’s Note: I got physically sick last night from being in charge of a family trip because no one understands a certain amusement park like I do.
Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her
Warnings: fluff, mentions of blood, mentions of concussions, injuries, reader gives out some Alex Russo vibes
Side Note: This is a secondary blog. If you comment a question down below, I will not answer since this is not the main blog. Please send the question to my inbox if you want a response back!
Do not repost this anywhere!
Your father was never fond of the idea of you joining the Avengers team. However, it was bound to happen since your father was non other than Tony Stark. So you were a target to most enemies.
When your father took in Peter Parker after the civil war fiasco, you two have been together like glue. You both were the same age, liked the same stuff, and you two had fought many enemies together side by side.
However, this mission was harsher than any one that you and Peter have faced. Your father had to carry you back to the quinjet before setting you down on a bench.
"You should've been more careful," your father scolded you.
"I was careful," you tell him.
"No you weren't. Because if you were careful, you wouldn't have a wound on the side of your body," your father tells you.
"It's technically a minor wound," you tell him.
"Minor or not, I'm still upset you got hurt," your father tells you. "And that goes for you to."
You looked over at Peter who sat next to you. Peter had a cut on his head that was making him bleed a little. You frowned a little as you stared at his cut. Natasha walked over to the two of you before fixing Peter up a little until you guys got back.
"You okay, Peter?" You asked him.
"I'll be alright."
"You two can be reckless, you know that?" Tony tells you two, looking at you both with a stern look.
"But we survived," you pointed out. Tony gave you a look, making you quiet.
"Let's head out already so the two can be checked out," Tony tells Clint and Steve.
"On our way," Clint told Tony as he began the quinjet.
"Peter?" You asked.
"Yeah?"
"Wanna take a nap?"
"Yeah."
Natasha noticed you both first. She smiled softly as you leaned your head onto Peter's shoulder with his arm wrapped around you. His head was leaned back against the wall, making him look up at the ceiling as he slept.
"Steve," Natasha said quietly.
"What?"
"Look," Natasha pointed over. He looked over and smiled at the two of you.
"Tony's gonna have a blast when he sees that," Steve chuckled.
"Hold on. Before you tell him or before he finds out," Natasha said before taking out her phone. She snapped a photo of the two of you before smirking at the photo.
"Okay, now he can see the two," Natasha joked.
"Hey, Tony," Steve called out to get his attention.
"What?"
"How do you feel about y/n dating?" Steve asked him.
"I'm not ready for her to date," Tony said.
"Well you might need to get ready soon," Natasha said as she looked over at the two of you.
Tony followed her gaze to see you comfortably sleeping on Peter. Both Steve and Natasha smiled at Tony's small look of disapproval.
"He's a good kid. Plus they always hang out. What will be the difference?" Steve asked Tony.
"Because I would need to see him as a potential threat to her," Tony pointed out.
"How is Peter a potential threat to y/n?" Natasha asked.
"Because she is my little girl and if anyone hurts her, I will throw them up in space without any oxygen," Tony told her.
"Oh please. For anything, it would be Peter to get hurt from y/n," Natasha told him.
"Let them sleep. They need it," Steve told the two.
Once you all made it back to the base, you woke up to feeling Peter's arm around you. You felt your cheeks heat up as you looked up at Peter.
"Peter. Wake up," you whispered as you gently woke him up.
"Hmm?" Peter asked as his eyes opened up a little.
"We're back. Let's go get fixed up. And then maybe later, we can watch a movie?" You asked.
"I would need to check in with my aunt first," Peter told her.
"Of course. But whenever you're available, we can have a movie night?" You asked.
"I'd like that," Peter said as he helped you over to the infirmary.
"I bet you ten bucks those two will get together within the week," Natasha tells Steve.
"Ten bucks says Tony is going to have a small fit over her dating," Steve added.
"You're on," Natasha smirked at Steve as the two shook on it.
Bonus:
"You two are dating?!" Tony asked in shock.
"Yes. And I am old enough to date. Don't make me remind you of your dating history," you pointed out.
"At least it's with Peter," Pepper pointed out.
"Thank you," you tell her.
"Just no kissing in front of me okay?" Tony said.
"No promises."
While you and your father argued about your dating life, Peter looked at Natasha and Steve confused on why Natasha gave Steve ten dollars. The three were sitting together while they watched you defend your relationship with Peter.
"Why did you give Cap ten dollars?" Peter asked Natasha.
"Don't worry about it kid."
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Death echoes
So a while ago, i found this dp x dc post that had a really interesting lore headcanon for Danny’s ghostly wail. Idk if I’ll be able to find it again, I’ll link it here if I do, but essentially it posited that every ghost has something called a “death echo”, which is an ability unique to them based heavily on their deaths. These echoes are the most powerful move in a ghost’s moveset, but they’re also extremely volatile and draining, typically damaging the ghost in some way when used, with Danny’s being his Wail because he died screaming. The original post then went on to some really cool halfa!Jason ideas based on these death echoes, but for this lil snippet with an extremely long intro I’d like to focus on Danny a bit more.
Edit: Apparently I may have extrapolated a lot of the actual lore behind these death echos myself? The inspiration post was a lot longer in my memories. Or I might've mushed multiple posts into one mental box and then forgot lol. So a lot of the actual detail from this point on is seemingly mostly original material? I think? Idk man, sometimes my brain spits out information without giving me any clues as to where it got that information. Anyway, this post got kinda long and since I'm... decently sure this is where I shifted from summarizing @ailithnight's post to writing all my own thoughts I figured here would be a good place to throw the cut lol.
So! with all of the context-for-the-context out of the way, let’s move on to the actual context for what I’m writing cause I can’t be bothered with writing an intro XD
Essentially, this is an au where Danny is an established member of the Justice League, or maybe one of the teen hero teams? I’m a slut for eternal teenager Danny, but maybe he’s enough of a powerhouse to be on the main team despite him both looking and acting like the dumbass fourteen year old he died as. Either way, he’s on a League/League-sanctioned mission and things go bad. Like, everyone-almost-dies bad. And so as a final desperation attack, Danny uses his Wail, a power he’s never told anyone on the league he even has. And it works, and they make it out, but after the fact everyone has. Questions. And because in this au death echoes are deeply personal, Danny dodges those questions, but the league coughbatmancough isn’t satisfied with that. So they push for answers. Answers Danny’s not willing to give, because. In my mind death echoes aren’t just based on how a person died, but also their experience of that death. What their last thoughts were. When Danny died the only thing that he could process beyond just an all-encompassing painpainpainpainpain was the sound of someone screaming. His screaming. And so his death echo is the sound of a fourteen year old child screaming in deathly pain and terror weaponized, which definitely gave the league Even More Questions than they would’ve had already. Which finally brings us to the actual snippet, which is a conversation between John Constantine, who was brought in for his experience with the supernatural once it became clear Danny wasn’t going to talk, and Danny himself.
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“So, kid. Batsy tells me you’ve been hiding some of your abilities, wanna tell me what's up with that? Call it an occultist's intuition, but somethin’ tells me you’re not just being stubborn for the hell of it.”
“It’s... complicated. And not anyone’s business, either!”
“Kid...”
“Why does it even matter?! It’s not something I want to or am even able to do on a regular basis! I saved the mission, can’t they just accept that and move on???”
Sighing, Constantine reached up to start massaging his brow. “Kid, you and I both know that ain’t gonna be enough. Now I know that some things are better left alone, but the rest of these idiots? They can’t accept that, Batsy especially. That man’s never left bloody well enough alone in his life”
He looked up just in time to see the otherworldly teen shrink into himself, looking every bit the child he was. “I know but... why? Why do they need to keep asking questions? And why do they only ask the ones that hurt to answer?”
A sharp glance. “The fuck kinda questions are they asking? Batman was speaking in more grunt than word, so I didn’t really catch all the details of what this power you’re supposedly hiding even is.”
Phantom shrinks even more into himself at that, and responds in a voice so small it’s more sigh than speech. “I... I can scream. And it breaks things and pushes people back. But it, it sounds. Bad. And it brings up bad memories and I don’t like to do it or listentoitoreventhinkaboutitandtheywon’tletmeforgetand-”
“Breathe kid. I know you don’t need to but just take a deep breath with me. Don’t you go getting lost in your own head on me now., Constantine reassured the kid automatically, the sheer hopelessness prompting action long before the words themselves could be understood. Then the rest of him caught up, and he had to pause. Looked up at the kid, saw just how distressed he was. A picture was starting to form in the back of his head, and Constantine didn’t like what he saw one bit. A last-resort power that the normally open Phantom was strangely reticent about. A scream so horrible sounding the rest of the league would not to stop asking questions about it. Terrible memories to match said scream. And one truly miserable child who couldn’t bear to even think about any of it.
“Phantom... is that your Echo? Screaming?”
A miserable nod is his only response, the tears that had been welling up in the kid’s eyes finally starting to fall. Cursing softly to himself, Constantine stood to leave, bracing himself for the Bat’s inevitable questioning. “Well then you just take all the time you need love, and leave the rest to me. I’ll make sure the rest of those idiots know not to ask you about this ever again.” And with that Constantine turned and strode towards the door, leaving the quietly sobbing child to collect himself in privacy.
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I had a whole-ass lore dump conversation between Constantine and Batman planned here, explaining how death echoes are deeply personal, and asking about one is a taboo on par with, potentially even worse than, asking a ghost about their death outright. Because they are formed from an amalgamation of how a ghost died, their last thoughts, and their final emotions, in some ways asking a ghost about their Echo is like asking them to describe their death in painstaking detail. But uhhh... inspiration bug left. So yea. Side note, I’d like to apologize if my depiction of Constantine’s accent was Bad, I’m but a lowly USAmerican whose only exposure to British accents is through tv ^-^’
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Hello!!! Since I've been reading all of ur fics especially the hsr ones, I like it so much(๑♡⌓♡๑) . I don't know how you got the idea of it and it makes me feel giddy. If u may , can I request: I want to do unspeakable things to Welt Yang(I main him) like I wanna mark him, bite him, doing different positions, just mating non-stop, I don't know what to add for the reader, you can add tho if ya want, but I want the reader taller (。・//ε//・。). This is my first request btw (I apologize if I have the wrong grammar or the text of it)
Can I be your "❄️" anon? (>0<;)
bestie no need to apologise that thought is so real (btw whats your team comp i need one for peepaw)
welt with a taller baker reader from the luofu 👓🦯
tw, cw: angst (reader is dead in hi3,) i dont play hi3, food play (occasionally feeding him some chocolates for being a good boy, nothing extreme), petplay, reader is immortal and thus is extremly confused on how Welt's vocal cords are working
a/n: 1. what the fuck is a honkai 2. should i play hi3 3. does anyone hate feeding and fattening related kinks??? sorry but i just- cant even try and read those fics ngl the art makes it WORSE
welt loves you. at least, that's what he tells himself, seeing your counterpart work around in the luofu's famed bakery, having been years since he's held your dying body in his arms, sobbing as the light drained from your eyes. He's snapped out of his thoughts as you shoot him a friendly grin, gesturing the man and his two companions to come in. You look the exact same that he remembered you. But your not the same person. He cant just go in and try to convince you he's your lover from another universe, he'll look like a maniac! well, it seems the months of exchanging letters and gifts has won him the spot in your heart. Oh, and in your bed, as a bonus.
Sometimes, when Welt looks at your face, he feels like both crying and hugging you. You just- looked so much like your dead counterpart, from your eyes and hair, down to the way you fucked and handled him with so much care in bed. But he knows that you aren't them, never will be, in fact. And that's okay. He loves you in his own way, just like he loved them once. The man would never lump the two of you together, because you aren't them. (blade im looking at you)
But for now, he doesn't focus on that, simply relaxing in your hold, letting you unbutton his shirt, slide your hands over his underwear, your coarse but gentle voice sending shivers down his spine. A small whimper escapes his mouth as your finger teases his entrance, while you grin at how slick he already is, at least you dont have to find the lube. Lifting his thighs onto your shoulder, and licking that sweet pussy delicately, eliciting a delightful moan from the man, fisting your hair as he tries to grind weakly against you face.
This lovely man, for someone that's 82 years old- well, in human years? You were an immortal from the Luofu, humans are confusing. That being said, from what you've read, humans are more fragile in this state. How he was squealing and crying out in such a high pitched voice, arching his back as tears spill from his eyes as your tongue ravishes his pretty pussy, you figure that he's straining himself, just for you. How adorable, he's doing such a wonderful job. and good boys deserve a huge reward! Cooing softly as you push a small piece of chocolate in his mouth, watching him swallow it as he pants softly, a delirious smile on his face.
Grunting as you gently placed a collar around the man's neck, the leash's end gently clicking around the loop, smiling as he whines softly at the gentle pressure on his bite ridden neck. Pulling the leash closer, the bell jingling lightly as you pull him in for a sloppy kiss, free hand reaching down to fondle his nipples, watching the brunette throw his head back as he jerks from the stimulation, shrill shrieks escaping the man's mouth as he begs for your cock in him, to fill his cunt with your cum. He's been doing such a good job, he deserves the final prize.
Muffling his sobs as your cock pounds into him from behind, only for his head to be yanked back as you tut your tongue disapprovingly, his mind only registering about how he was being such a naughty little puppy, and that if he does that again, you'll just stuff a plug up his pussy, and leave him there, and he doesn't want that! So he's your good boy, eyes rolling back and tongue lolling out as he makes sounds that rival the top pornographic models you've seen. Aeons- you can practically feel your cock threathening to cum when he squirts for the nth time, kiss ridden thighs quivering as he begs so, so sweetly for you.
When you finally cum in him, he wails as he creams around your cock, weakly fucking himself back on you, pupils dilating as he weakly falls on the bed, ass in the air as your seed spills from his puffy cunt, overflowing as you coo softly, in that mocking, sugar coated voice as you line your shaft with his entrance again. The sheets were already soiled with the poor man's cum and sweat, as he screams in overstimulation, babbling about how he couldn't take anymore. Nonsense. He's swallowing your cock so greedily, your not falling for that.
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WICKED GAMES
Hyunjin x reader
While doing some cleaning in the house, you were met with a box you hadn't seen in years.
Contains: Spitting, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, a bit of biting, water (???), fingering, cum eating.
Word count: 2.3k.
It was this time of the year when you and your boyfriend decided to do a massive cleaning of the house, which also meant throwing or giving stuff away. You'd started early in the morning and the sun was already starting to set when you finally moved to the last room: the bedroom.
Your knees hurt from being on the floor for so long. You were surrounded by old clothes to sort out. Hyunjin was in the big wardrobe, also throwing his clothes on the floor to empty the small space. When everything was finally gone from the wardrobe, he found a black box on the floor. Frowning, he crouched down and opened the box carefully.
“Y/n?”
You hummed in response, still folding your clothes on the floor. You heard your boyfriend walking over to you and sitting down in front of you, and only did you look up at him when you saw the contents of the box.
“What's all this?”
Looking back down at the incense sticks, pendulums, crystals and books, a smile crept up on your face. Memories of your teenage years flooded through your mind and you found yourself giggling.
“That's from when Lisa and I were into witchcraft,” you picked your favorite pendulum up. It was a beautiful amethyst. You brought it closer to your chest, watching it shake in your hold. It would need to be charged and cleansed.
“You never told me about this.
- Well, now you know. Now that I think about it, maybe I should get back into tarot.
- I'd like a reading from you,” he smirked and you picked a heart-shaped rose quartz up.
“I miss this so much, you have no idea.
- Why'd you stop?
- I don't know, I guess I lost my motivation. Besides, not everyone believes in all this, so I couldn't really talk about it with anyone. I was lucky Lisa was into it too.
- I see,” he rummaged through the box and picked a small red book from it. “Sexy Answers Book. Interesting,” he chuckled and you rolled your eyes with a stupid smile on your face again.
“We bought it as a joke,” you took the book away from him and you opened it upside down at a random page. Then, you did the same, but this time, the book was the right way up. “The book says I should put my hands on your feet.
- Ew,” he made a disgusted face and you laughed. He took the book again and did the same as you. “Pinch your right hip? Gladly,” he reached out to pinch your hip and you dodged with a squeal.
“Ugh, you should've shown me this book earlier. I wanna try it seriously,” Hyunjin said, placing the book back in the box.
“Yeah, but let's finish this before,” you agreed as you went back to sorting your clothes out.
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“Y/n~!
- Yes?” You raised your eyebrow at his sudden change in behavior, only seconds earlier he was whining about not wanting to work tomorrow.
He lay on top of you, his strong arms enveloping your waist as he rubbed his cheek against your cleavage.
“Wanna try the book?” Your fingers found their way to his pretty black hair, gently combing it as you hummed.
“You sure you wanna do this?
- Yes,” he left a small kiss on your collarbone and you smiled fondly. He looked up at you with big, hopeful eyes and you laughed before tapping his shoulder.
“Get off of me if you want me to go get it.”
He pecked your cheek three times before standing back up, happily following you to the bedroom and waiting for you on the bed. You both knew this was going to be more of a funny experience, but you were definitely up for it.
“How do we even start this?” You threw the book on the bed and Hyunjin took it in his hand as you sat down in front of him, cross-legged as well.
“Should I just flip through the pages yet?
- Why not. Go,” you said, watching as Hyunjin picked a random page. “spit,” he started, then his eyes grew wide open. “Spit?” He repeated and you both burst out laughing.
“Go on,” you encouraged him and he was still laughing as he flipped the book upside down. “Your book wants me to spit on your cheek, babe.
- Kinky,” you waggled your eyebrows at him and he let out a breathy laugh.
“You sure you want this?
- Yeah,” you lay back on the bed, waiting for Hyunjin to get on top.
“This is nasty,” but he still climbed on top of you, a playful smirk plastered on his lips. He leaned in for a first kiss. It was slow and casual and his tongue swiftly entered your mouth after a small while. Your arms were around his neck by then and he suddenly pulled away.
“Sorry love,” he said before spitting right onto your left cheek, the gesture making you gasp in surprise even though you saw it coming. It felt hot on your skin and before it could drip down your face, you scooped it up with two of your fingers before bringing them to your mouth and sucking on them teasingly.
Hyunjin had been watching you the whole time, lips slightly parted in wonder and pupils blown. “Holy fuck,” he whispered and you giggled, taking your fingers out of your mouth before wiping them clean on his shirt.
“My turn,” you both sat back up, Hyunjin's ears were red, whereas you were completely fine.
Reading what the book gave you as answers, a devilish smile grew on your face. “Wait a little,” you said as you walked out of the bedroom, leaving Hyunjin confused and a little nervous.
His confusion raised even more when you came back with a glass of water and he tilted his head to the side with a visible frown. Kneeling in front of him on the bed, you wondered if you should take his shirt off or not.
“Are you gonna pour it on me or…?
- Yeah. Shirt on or off?”
Hyunjin thought about it for a small moment before he took his shirt off and placed it away on the bed. He laid back on his hands, waiting for you to do whatever. You raised the glass above him and the cold water made his abdomen twitch as he whined at the sensation. You watched the liquid drip down his lower body and onto his sweatshorts, liking the way he reacted to it too.
“What the fuck,” he whined again, brows furrowed as he watched the last few drops hitting his skin.
“That was interesting,” you stated, going to place the now empty glass on the bedside table before going back to him. You couldn't just leave him like that. Lowering your head to his abs, you licked and hummed at how cold his skin had gotten before kissing a trail to his waistband. He stroked your hair while you did so, his other hand grabbing the book again.
Your own hands stayed on his thighs as he flipped through the book. You were watching him again, wondering what he would do next.
He giggled before placing his hand on your cheek delicately, his thumb making small circles on it. He leaned in for another long kiss, this time being more heated and his other hand finally grabbed the other side of your face. You playfully bit on his lower lip and he did it back as his fingers trailed down your neck to wrap around it without any pressure.
“Had to choke me?
- No, I only had to caress your face,” he laughed and you did too after hearing that. You left a few other pecks on his plump lips before getting your “sexy answer.”
“Fucking finally,” you cheered as you threw the book on the side before sitting on Hyunjin’s lap. He put his hands on your hips, not knowing what you'd do, but he knew he’d like it with the way you seemed excited.
You started by leaving wet kisses to the corner of his mouth, down to his jaw and to his neck before Hyunjin felt your teeth on his skin. It wasn't too harsh, but his eyes still closed and he shivered. You could feel him shift under you and you kissed the place you bit before licking and sucking.
“Love,” he breathed out, hands sliding to your ass to squeeze.
One answer led to the other, and now you were both shirtless and in your underwear. Hyunjin had just finished sucking a hickey on your ass cheek when you read what you should do next.
“Alright, this is the last one,” you said and Hyunjin hummed in agreement, waiting for you to read it out.
“Come here,” you said as you went back on your knees in front of your boyfriend. He crawled closer to you before sitting on his knees, too. His cheeks were tinted a soft pink from all the foreplay and his lips had swollen a little from all the kissing. You grabbed his hand, slipping two fingers into your mouth and coating them with your saliva as you made intense eye contact.
“Fuck,” his cock twitched at how warm your mouth was around his fingers, eager to have you sucking on it instead. His fingers pressed down on your tongue, forcing your mouth open. He looked at your face as a whole, you always made the best expressions that made him horny as fuck.
His wet fingers then went to your clothed core, teasing your clit slowly as your thighs separated a little to give him space. You gripped his shoulders for support as you lifted yourself up, his fingers hooked to your panties to pull them to the side as his thumb rubbed you, pulling a sweet moan out of you.
“Finally,” you laughed and he smiled, looking up at you with those beautiful eyes. You pushed him to lay on the bed under you, sliding your panties off in a haste just before. You sat your naked pussy on his dick, feeling how hard he was under the boxers and letting him feel you up.
“Pretty girl,” he commented, one hand sliding down your back to tease your entrance. You lifted your ass up a little to give him access to your sopping cunt, his first finger sliding in with ease. You sighed in pleasure and let him stretch you out, your lips occupied with his the whole time.
“Want you inside,” you whispered against his lips and he nodded, his three fingers sliding out of you before giving a small slap to your ass. You smiled and got off of him so he could take his boxers off and you immediately straddled him again once he was completely naked.
“Slowly, love,” he told you as you sank down on his cock, bottom lip caught between your teeth as he watched you carefully. Once you were fully sat on his cock, you leaned in for more kisses, your tongues tasting each other as you got used to his length.
Hyunjin rubbed circles on your hips as your lips trailed down to his neck, eyes closed as you moved a little to let him know you were ready. He groaned and guided you slowly to begin, your warmth enveloping him perfectly and making him twitch inside you.
“Love you and your cunt so much,” he whined against your ear as he let you roll your hips against him and bounce on his cock, leaving him breathless and fingers digging into your flesh. You were panting against his neck, hands just above his shoulders as you clenched at each of his compliments. It didn't go unnoticed, as Hyunjin moaned each time you’d do so.
He undid your bra and you threw it on the side too, this time full on riding him and his hands going up to grab your boobs; squeezing gently as your own hands slid along your curves. Your head was thrown back as well as his, both of your highs coming quickly.
“Hyune,” you moaned out as he pinched and pulled on your nipple, your hips stuttering briefly before going back to their fast pace. He whined in response, holding your waist tightly as his toes curled. He could feel himself getting closer by the second.
“Love, gonna- please,” you nodded and pulled away from his cock, replacing your cunt with your hand and jerking him off fast. He was soon cumming on your fingers, some of it also dripping on his lower abdomen. His chest heaved as he came down from his orgasm, quickly realizing you didn't get to come.
“Clean that pretty hand of yours for me, gonna make you cum now,” he mumbled as you were the one laying down this time, his lips wasting no time wrapping around your clit to suck and lick. Your hips jerked up at the sensation and you moaned as you licked your boyfriend's cum off your fingers, eyes closed once again and enjoying the pleasure.
His tongue worked wonders, darting in and out of your entrance before harshly sucking on your clit and it was your turn to come, mouth open and head thrown back as your back arched too. Hyunjin was still between your thighs as you tried closing them, but he didn't mind because he liked it. When he knew you had calmed down, he left one last kiss to your pussy before lifting himself up to kiss you on the lips for you to taste yourself.
After having cleaned up and used the bathroom, the book was back in its box and you went to the living room to watch a movie, cuddled up to each other.
“The book is staying in its box for the next ten years,” you joked and Hyunjin laughed, nodding in agreement.
“You better give me that tarot reading soon,” he placed a kiss on the top of your head as you started the movie.
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Sasuke Uchiha x Reader
Word Count - 3.3k
Warnings - fem!reader, slight overstimulation, fingering, oral (female receiving)
A/N - after months of having this in my notebook I finally finished it T.T I just wanna say thank you to everyone for liking part 1 & 2 of this and I hope you enjoy this just as much! I didn't expect to make multiple parts for this but I lowkey already have ideas for more parts if anyone is enjoying it enough to want more!
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Part One → Part Two → Part Three
The door of your apartment slams as you trudge in, the sloshing of your shoes, soaked with the rain from the downpour that just drenched you outside. You dart for the couch, grabbing the closest pillow and quickly shoving your face into it and letting out a scream that would have alerted the neighbors in some way if it wasn’t muffled.
All day something has gone wrong, if it wasn’t one thing it was surely the next. It’s as if the gods above were playing games with you just to see how much you could handle before you undoubtedly snapped.
Waking up late wouldn’t have been such a bother if it wasn’t for the meeting with the Hokage you had. You had a performance review about the latest mission you were just on and no shock to you, it brought up how bad of a screw-up you must’ve been because all that was said was everything you did wrong. You were reprimanded for that along with your tardiness to the meeting, on top of that you never ate breakfast because of the rush you were in. Deciding after the meeting ramen would be the perfect meal to drown in your sorrows and finally get something in your system, only to realize that being in such a rush you absentmindedly forgot your coin purse. Deciding to finally leave and go back home, Mother Nature wanted to make sure you got there quickly and started a downpour just for you. Being soaked from head to toe was something every girl just needed, and so, here you are.
The frustration building inside of you makes every inch of your body feel like it might explode, tears threaten to spill past your bottom lashes and onto your cheeks but you refuse to cry and give in to the absolute shit show of a day you’ve endured. Your throat constricts while you take a deep breath, as you exhale the subtle sound of your doorknob twisting is heard, the door opens slightly, and before you can think your fingers fumble with your kunai, quickly throwing it and seeing it lodge into the wall next to the door.
Sasuke walks in to stop as he sees you, glancing at the kunai and then back at you. His eyes scan your body, seeing you sopping wet with a puddle of water soaking your once dry carpet, you were frowning at him and your eyes were slightly red even as you blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. “Bad day?” He comes inside, locking the door once it's been shut.
“Yeah, you could say that.” Your voice was small yet still croaked as you spoke. He nods, not saying anything more as he makes his way towards you, hands gripping your wrist and tugging you back towards your room. Immediately you start to pull your wrist back albeit weakly. “Not that kinda bad day.”
“I figured as much.” He shrugs his jacket off and tosses it on your bed, if you had the energy you’d scoff at how he’s making it seem as if this was his room.
“No I mean-”
“Can you shut up for a second?” He interjects while waving a hand in your direction, ignoring the glare you shoot at him as he walks to your bathroom. He disappears for a moment until you hear the shower turn on. Once again making himself feel at home. You open your mouth to call to him when he reappears, hand beckoning you over.
Against your better judgment, you move towards him, feet seemingly having a mind of their own, and follow him into your bathroom. The steam that was already filling the small bathroom gave you a warm hug of warmth, not realizing how cold you were from the rain. A content sigh leaves your lips accepting the new damp warmth you felt.
“Wanna tell me what got you like this?” He asks while pulling his shirt off and dropping it at your feet. Confusion crosses your features as he continues to undress in front of you, the heat from the steam leaving and going straight to your face, you jerk your head away from him as you mumble a half ass answer about how it’s raining outside. You hear the rest of his clothes fall against the tile floor as he discards them all, quickly kicking them to the side so your wet ones don’t drip on his.
“How are you not wet? The weather outside is awful.” You ask, head still turned away to not look at him, still unsure as to why he decided to strip. It’s not like you haven’t seen him but the close proximity and eye contact are still something you weren’t used to.
“It’s called an umbrella, the clouds were dark, and it was obvious it was going to rain. You’d have to be blind to not see that.” You snap your head to glare at him which turned to sudden wide eyes as he was fully naked in front of you. Your eyes wander from his chest down to his toned stomach and venture further until- “Eyes up here.” He smirks when he sees the flush of your face.
“Why am I even in here?”
“We’re going to shower, you need to relax.”
“I- we- huh?” You stutter out, the gears in your head coming to a halt while you look at him as if a second head grew out of his neck. Sasuke rolls his eyes and slips his fingers under the bottom of your top and tugs it off and over your head, it drops to the floor with a loud splat sound from the rainwater soaked in it.
“I said you needed to relax, now shut up, stop asking questions, and take your pants off.”
“God you’re such a-”
“Yeah whatever, just hurry up before the hot water runs out.”
Once again, against your better judgment, you listen to him, your clothes are off and discarded with your shirt, a small pool of water creating around it. Soon you’re stepping into your shower first, the heat of the water relaxing your sore and aching body and warming you up in an instant. You audibly sigh and allow your eyes to close just feeling the water beat and fall down your chest like a steady stream.
Sasuke is soon after you, hands finding a place on your waist, the subtle squeeze making your body freeze up as if the water had turned frigid. “Relax, Jesus it’s just me.” Sasuke says, you can feel the huff of his breath on the back of your neck which does nothing to calm you down.
Relax? It’s just me? That’s exactly the reason why you couldn’t, the sole fact that if you two weren’t fucking then what was the point of being here? What was the point of this? This was too nice for him, too intimate.
His hands slide from your waist up to your shoulders and feel his thumbs press down and slowly rub, easily bringing you back from your thoughts. “You’re tense.”
“When am I not?” You joke, amusement evident as it was so obvious you’ve never been a relaxed person. The expectations are always so high for you even from such a young age, even now with so many responsibilities on your plate the urge to sleep and ignore it all is so heavy.
Sasuke doesn’t respond, thumbs pushing down deeper into your muscles massaging out all of the tenseness you have. You lean back against his chest, eyes shutting once again and letting a sigh escape your lips. His hands go down your back keeping the pressure to work out the rest of your body. “Fuck..” You whimper.
“There we go..” His fingers dig into your lower back finding the place where you melt into him, you lean your head back against his shoulder and sigh contentedly.
“Thank you for this.” You say quietly, barely heard over the stream of water coming from your shower head. It was a soft moment, both of you two never uttering anything other than foul comments to one another, always making sure the next word hurt more than the last, yet here you were; eyes closed and guard down against the chest of someone you couldn’t stand to look at when you were kids.
“Shut up.” His chest rises as he scoffs before dipping down to kiss your shoulder. “You looked a mess when I got here.”
Ignoring his comment, you bend forward to turn the heat up higher, you soon turn around to face him, his hair is damp and his cheeks are flushed from the steamy air. He didn’t have his signature grimace that always laid upon his face, being this close where the tension wasn’t filled with anger was…different.
His hands made their way back to your waist, squeezing the soft plush of your skin. The air; although thick with vapor, was brittle as a crisp autumn leaf, so fragile it could break if you breathed, and if it didn't snap you felt like you just might. Neither of you speaks, you fumble with your fingers, unsure if you should lay them on him as he has his on you.
Almost as if he could hear your thoughts, his hand slid to the back of your neck tugging you closer, a quiet “Come here.” leaving his lips before he was on yours.
Unknowing if it’s because of the intimacy of being in the shower together and the vulnerability it gave off, but the kiss emitted every little bit of exposure you felt. His hands held onto you tightly while yours lay upon his chest. Collectively, a sigh left you both; unspoken words left between you both and died on each other's tongue.
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You feel the cool sheets against your warm skin as you plop yourself on your bed, the fluffy pajama bottoms you now have on bringing an added level of cozy you oh so needed to your day. You finally felt relaxed; cold, damp clothes soon forgotten as well as the ravenette who stood behind you. Your mind was mulled over with the sudden leisure that you couldn’t stop the squeal that escaped you when Sasuke’s cold hand wrapped around your ankle and pulled you down the length of your bed. You turn to look at him when his lips come crashing into your own, soft lips pressing hard while you melt into his touch, kissing Sasuke has started to feel familiar, a comfort in kissing his lips and knowing how the other works.
One of his hands comes up to take place at your throat, slightly squeezing to elicit a small whimper from you. Just like you feeling familiarity in his lips he feels the same in knowing just how you’d react, feeling just as if he knows a part of you. His hand slips to the back of your neck pulling you closer, tongue slipping in and claiming your mouth for his own. His kisses become hungrier, more passionate. Fingers tilting your chin up so your throat is now exposed, he leaves wet open-mouthed kisses down your jaw and descends further down your neck. You become putty to his mouth as he finds your sweet spot, another whine leaves your lips only igniting him further.
His hands leave your neck and grip onto your waist pulling you to him and grinding your hips into his erection. Every whine and whimper that leaves your mouth sends every impulse in him into overdrive. “Still having a bad day?” He breathes out, lips ghosting over the sensitive mark he just created.
“It could be better.” You giggle, legs instinctively pulling him even closer to your clothed core. He smirks against the skin of your neck while hooking his fingers into the waistband of your pajama bottoms, you lift your hips allowing him to tug them off. He shifts himself down until he’s on his knees at the foot of your bed, he tugs you down to the edge of your bed until he’s at eye level with your already glistening core. Strong hands push your thighs until they’re pressed against your chest, a low growl reverberating in his chest. You’re this wet just from a few simple kisses, how pathetic.
His head dips down and licks through your slick, lips attaching to your clit and sucking causing your hips to buck in his mouth. He chuckles, the vibration pulsing your entire lower half as your hand shoots to his still-damp hair, your fingers thread and slightly tug while he circles his tongue. A quiet moan leaves your lips causing his eyes to shoot up and look at you, he sees your eyes closed; his tongue relieving you of all your stressors from the day. The small whimpers you let out only make his gaze darker, hungrier for you.
“I know you can be louder than that.” He says as he pulls back. Finally, you look down at him and see his black eyes boring into you, he sees your eyes glossy and lips slightly parted, he hasn’t even made you cum yet and you’re already like this, but that doesn’t stop the pout that forms on your face. Your hand tightens its grip on his hair and tugs his face closer to your heat.
“Keep going-”
“Be louder, I want to hear you.” His words are demanding, making you jut your lip out in a pout once more. “Be louder or I’ll leave.” You huff a breath and look away from him only to feel a quick slap to your thigh causing you to yelp and snap your head right back to him. No words being said between the both of you but you know it was a threat. His head dips back down sinking further as he keeps his eyes trained on yours while running his tongue through your slick core, his thumb putting just the right amount of pressure to evoke a slurry of curse words from your mouth. Your hips move and grind against his tongue, your hand tugging roughly at his hair causing him to groan into you. Thumb now leaves your clit and quickly replaces it with his mouth, his skillful tongue circling and flicking, having you clench down on nothing. Your whimpers turn to moans and now his name is the only thing you’re able to say.
You orgasm without warning, fingers tightening even more in his locks while your thighs trap him. A choked-out moan is heard loudly in his ears, another groan vibrates your body as he laps up all of your juices, his skillful tongue sending shivers up your spine as he doesn’t pull away while you ride your high.
Once the oversensitivity set in you squirm in his grip, legs planting down to try and push away from him but his arms quickly hook under your thighs and spread you wider for him, giving him even more access to your pussy. His lips suck harshly around your clit extracting a high pitch squeal from you. “Sasuke!” Your once woven fingers in his hair were now pushing him away, the oversensitivity having tears prick your waterline, it was beginning to feel too much, too much pleasure building up right after you just came.
Sasuke was eating you like he was starved, the lewd and wet sounds coming from where his mouth connected with your pussy were all that could be heard. The coil in your stomach begins to tighten again and your legs tremble, a silent indicator you were so close only minutes after your first orgasm.
As if he could read your mind and body so easily, Sasuke pushes two fingers in and pumps them at a quick pace, curling them as he does so. You’re shaking, his fingers hitting your g-spot again and again and again-
Your eyes roll back while you cum, your body tensing up and your head being thrown and pressed back into your mattress as you moan loudly. Once your body loosens up and legs go limp he finally pulls away.
The bed dips down as he climbs up your body, a cheeky smile plastered on his face when he sees the fucked out look on yours, a sense of pride filling his chest up to know he got you like this just from his tongue alone. Your eyes settled on his, trailing down to see his lips and chin coated in your slick.
Your chest rises with heavy breaths, eyes weary as you slowly blink up at him, the subtle tint of your face changing when catching his own eyes already looking down at yours.
His eyes scan your face, seeing how you divert your own away from him while trying to regain your breath. It’s funny, he did all the work and you’re the one out of breath. Sasuke fits himself more comfortably in between your legs, laying more of his weight on you as you both just relax in silence.
He can’t help but look at you in a different light, when he first came over months ago he didn’t know what got ahold of him. He was the last person you wanted to see and vice versa, but that didn’t stop him from barging in, he was always watching the village in one way or another, whether it was from word of mouth by someone or when he could sneak away, somehow whenever the latter happened you were always one of the first people he happened to catch sight of.
It was annoying.
He felt the irritation run up his neck when he saw you, the way you’d walk almost as if your nose was in the air, thinking you were better than him, better than everyone around you. Just seeing you from a distance he couldn’t stand, it’s like the same little girl he remembered back then was still in his head, glaring at him and calling him all the insults under the sun whenever he jabbed at you, but when he finally saw you he couldn’t help but be a little happy to see that same signature scowl that appeared on your face.
That first night he didn’t even come to fuck you, that was the last thing that he would have thought would happen, but when push literally came to shove against that damn wall his body took over, all the pent-up frustrations between you two over the years hitting the breaking point.
He can’t lie and say nothing has changed since he started coming over more frequently. He wasn’t supposed to be sneaking back into the village, he wasn’t meant to be seeing you so much, having moments like this. It’s easier to say he doesn’t give a damn about you, that it’s just the sex that keeps bringing him back, but when he does something so out of character as he did today he can’t help but feel like he should’ve just fucked you and left; pushed your bad day to the side, ignore your borderline broken figure and used you to his liking. He’s no nurturer, far from it yet he still worked your sore muscles out and had you cum till you were dizzy.
“This won’t happen again.” He thinks to himself. He can’t come back, he won’t. This will be the last time you see him and he sees you. The last time he feels your soft skin against him, fingers dancing across his back and playing with the hair while you both calm down. The last time you see his eyes staring back at you, different emotions each time and never knowing which one it is.
He’s convinced himself of it, never again.
But when you bat your pretty little eyes like you’re doing right now he can’t help but mentally curse himself as he finds himself leaning down to press his lips against yours.
He knows he’s going to come back.
He knows it and he can’t help but hate you for it.
networks: @enchantedforest-network / @bitchcraftinc / @ghostqueue
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BET U WANNA
ft. Kento Nanami as T.A. for Professor Geto
minors & blank blogs DNI pls🩷
warnings: smut, slight power imbalance, biting, licking, and a whole bunch of other stuff :))
So, how the hell did you end up here? In an empty lecture hall with cum seeping out of your cunt?
Professor Geto was a known stickler for the rules, and no matter how cute he was or how many girls winked and flirted his way, he never paid attention to them. And you never paid attention to him. Your eyes constantly stayed on one of your ex-classmates and now T.A., Kento Nanami. He was smart and handsome, and he never even paid you a glance, not even after sharing a short business course last year.
You were invited to this University Gala for the top students of the year. You came as Professor Geto’s student, and Nanami was there out of responsibility. His job was to chaperone and introduce you to other professors, T.A.s, and future employers who wanted the best pick of the litter.
You wore a deep Navy black gown; it hugged your every curve perfectly, there was a slit at the front that only reached a little above the knee, yet it had still managed to catch the attention of Kento.
And now that you had it, you refused to lose it.
“Oh, look.” Nanami gestured across the room. A man who looked like he should be anyway, but here, and at a university gala for business majors, with a scar on his lip, stood in the corner. “That’s Mr. Toji; he is looking for someone smart like you to help him with his next project.” Before you could even protest the idea, his arm had latched onto yours and dragged you to what felt like the 60th CEO, Professor, or someone important of the night.
“Kento, wait!”
“Nanami.” He corrected curtly before practically throwing you at the CEO.
“Toji, Y/N, Y/n, Toji. She is head of her class and shows great promise, especially if you are looking for fresh ideas on marketing!” The words rushed out of his mouth right before he rushed away, leaving you standing there awkwardly alone with Toji. You gave him a curt smile and handed him your business card. Giving him no time to ask any more icebreaker questions, you turned on your heel and went back to your higher-up.
“What is your deal?” You whisper yelled at him.
“I don’t know what you mean.” You could only roll your eyes at him.
“Nanami, you have avoided eye contact from the moment I arrived. Did I do something wrong?” You spoke with a hint of sadness, trying to play this as well as possible.
“Of course—” he huffed. Of course not, Y/N, it’s just…” His eyes drifted to your legs and then back up to your face.
“Oh.” You smirked up at him, “You wanna fuck me, don’t you?”
“Wha- No!” He said firmly.
“Oh, Kento.”
“Nanami.” He cut in again, but you only raised yourself so your mouth would be level with his ear
“You wanna fuck me so bad, don’t you.” You whispered. You were giggling as you pulled away and walked out of the gala hall and down the halls of your university.
You didn’t need to turn around to know that the quick steps that followed were behind you were his. You smiled as you led him further and further into your pull.
You turned so abruptly when you reached Geto’s classroom door. So fast that Nanami had no time to react to your stop, he crashed into you, pressing you against the door.
“You are going to fuck me here? Right where anyone can walk and see us?” You smiled, “Didn’t take you for the Voyeur, Kento.”
“Shut up.” He rubbed with the keys to the classroom door, pushing you inside before locking it again.
“What is the big deal anyways, Kento?”
“You need to stop.”
“Why?”
“Just stop, please. I can’t–”
“You can’t what, Kento?”
“It would be improper. Wrong.” His eyes met the ground in shame; it would have been cute if you hadn’t already been so desperate for him to give in.
“It’s not like there is some sort of power imbalance between us.”
“Of course, there is-”
“You aren’t my professor; you are a T.A.” You scoffed, slowly taking a step towards him and another one, another one. Until you were so close, you could feel his shallow breaths fanning your face. “You are what? Two years older than me.” You brought your finger to his chest, slowly pushing him into your professor’s desk as you continued.
“Hell, Kento-”
“Nanami”, He tries to correct you, to take control of the situation. Unfortunately, he lost this silent battle with you the moment he stayed behind to help you.
“Kento,” you whisper in his ear. “We used to be students together before you graduated, and you even took a class with me.”
His hand reached to grab yours, holding you firmly in place before you could do anything more. His voice was firmer now as he spoke. “Y/N.” He spoke a little firmer now, “Stop.”
“Why? You want me, so take me.” And for a moment, something flicked in his eyes, as if you had pushed almost all his buttons as if he was almost about to give in. Almost.
His hand still grasped yours, holding it far enough away from his abdomen that he wouldn’t feel your eclectic touch. But you didn’t need to touch him to make him give in.
Looking up at him, you held his gaze, and for ten tortuous seconds, you stared at each other, no words spoken, and his expression still frustrated and guarded.
“Kiss me.” And he did. He kissed you like drowning, and you were the air he needed. He kissed you and kissed you and kissed you even more. Turning you both around, you were now pressed against your professor’s desk and leaning back as Kento pushed you into the wood even more. You couldn’t even complain about the straining angle he had you stuck in because you were so distracted by his dick rubbing into you. Swiftly, he picked you up and set you down atop the desk; as the kiss got more wet and more primal, Kento’s moans became clearer and more transparent. His strong arms held your legs around his waist as he continued to hump into you like a man-crazed. You moaned at the neverending friction Kento was giving you, humping back into his clothed thrusts over and over and over again. The feel of his dress pants rubbing into you. It was addictive.
So lost in it; you hadn’t noticed the mess you were making on his pants or the table. You were dripping all over the wood.
Suddenly, he pulled away from you; a pencil, or book or whatever the fuck it was that had pulled Kento’s lips from yours fell onto the floor and made a dramatically loud noise. His lips were pink and puffy from your bite-filled kisses. You went to pull him back from more, to grab onto his wrinkled beyond-belief shirt and make him fuck you. But he stepped away further. He stood a few feet from you and stared at the mess he had created on your professor’s desk.
“Lick it.”
“What?”
“You will lick up your mess and not miss a single drop.” Kento’s eyebrows raised at your hesitation, “What, I thought you wanted to be a good slut? What’s with the change of heart?”
You felt a heat rush to your cheeks as you turned to lick it up. Your pussy throbbed as you to a stripe at the wooden desk. Kento’s eyes burned into your back; you could feel the heat of his gaze coming off of you in waves. You were bent over at a 90-degree angle as you licked and licked and licked some more.
You had gotten lost trying to clean up your mess perfectly, and you had taken no notice of the looming figure, Nanami Kento, right behind you. His dick in hand. You were practically jumping for the opportunity to meet with your entrance.
He stroked it lazily, paying more attention to you and your licks, keeping in time with your every movement. You moaned at the sound of his rubbing getting wetter and wetter, probably from precum. You heard a chuckle leave his lips before he raised your gown over your hips and slotted his dick in between your thighs, You let out a moan at the feeling of his cock rubbing against you, but you were not alone with this; long and deep moan came out of him too, almost louder than yours. Yet he still dared to shush you.
Kento bit into your shoulder lightly before reading himself from you and begging to thrust.
“Keep licking; I still see your mess on the table, Y/N.”
His voice sent a small shiver up your spine and only made you seem to rub your thighs.
“Fuck! Don’t do that.” He warned roughly, more moaning and gasping than firm and authoritative. You only giggle, squeezing them tighter, opening them a little and then squeezing more. And that’s when he took his hand from your waist and wrapped his arm around your body, and reached out of your neck, pressing in the same way you were around his cock.
“Fuck, baby, you are gonna make me cum.”
“Then cum, Keno.” wiggling your hips at him.
And that’s all it took for him to explode over your thighs and now clenching pussy. Nanami pulled away so he could watch as it closed around nothing.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Nanami groaned over and over. It was at that moment, as he made eye contact with your clenching hole, that he decided to flip you over and sit you on his boss's desk and fuck you.
His dick was already softening, but he didn’t care. Moaning loudly at how good he felt in you as you throbbed around him, you could have sworn you heard Kento whisper out a small,
“Thank you, god.” Before pulling out of you, to push back in.
He took it slow with you; each thrust had you whimpering for more. You felt like you could cry.
“More Kento.”
“I’m sensitive, love.”
“I don’t care,” you dug your heel into him. “Please,” you purred in his ear.
And like the gentlemen he was, he obliged you. Giving in and plunging into you. Hard. Each time he reentered you, a gasp, or moan, or groan, or some heavenly mix of all three left him, And all you good do was pant into his neck. Sinking your teeth into him, occasionally when you felt like you were going to scream.
The drag of his hips filled you with electricity. It was perfect; it was everything and more, and you hoped to god that your voices and the depraved sounds you were making didn’t carry down the hall and were loud enough for the party to hear.
“Nanami.”
“So now it’s Nanami?” Despite your tearful face still latched into his neck, you could feel his smirk and condescending tone dripping off his tongue. So you squeezed down on him, biting simultaneously, too.
“Fuck me, God.” He whimpered into your skin.
“God? Am I your God, Kento?”
“Shut up.”
At some point, your fucking turned into some weird way to torture each other, revelling in the pain and pleasure you both received from it. You clamped down on him, and he stroked your clit in circles. You bit into his neck, and he whispered the most nasty shit into you.
At some point, this became a battle of ego, an unspoken game for who would make the other cum first. Position after position, against the table, over the table, riding him on the desk, him holding against the blackboard as he fucked deeper into you.
None of you would let go. Not until the overstimulation plus the edging started to catch up with Kento did he let go, but his pride was in the way. But it wasn’t as if you were doing any better; you looked like an absolute wreck, mumbling incoherent words as he had you in a matting press on the floor.
Everything about this was depraved from both ends. And you didn’t even realise you were cumming until you felt Kento shoot his thick warm cum deep into you.
Even after he was finished and you were both slowly coming down from your highs, he slowly rocked into you, and you only continued moaning like a mindless slut.
“Look at the absolute mess I have made now, Y/N. You are just going to have to clean it up,” he said, shaking his head. He stroked the top of yours softly, still inside you, of course.
“I’ll let you leave without licking it up if you manage to keep all of my cum inside as you suck me off.” But you couldn’t even keep your eyes open. He lay atop you now. Your legs shook even after he pulled out of you, a deep blush kissing his face.
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JUST YOU AND ME — TREVOR SPENGLER
pt.1 pt.2
pairing: trevor spengler x fem! reader
warnings: 18+ content, making out , p in v sex , nothing too major ig idk
I was shocked at how non hesitant I was to leave the party with Trevor.
"Let's get out of here..." he whispers against my neck before pecking small kisses onto it. I ran my hands through his curls. "Just you and me," he adds.
Then again I did feel like we clicked the instant we made eye contact when I walked through that door.
The car was filled with drunken laughs and rambles, while some random music that I would've never listened to on my own played in the back round.
The windows were rolled down and the feeling of the wind blowing my hair slightly every which way gave me a sense of freedom.
Trevor gave me a sense of freedom.
I had no idea where he was heading to and I had a slight feeling he didn't either.
Until we pulled into a small cliff with the most beautiful view I've ever seen.
"you're not about to murder me are you?" I look towards him making a laugh escape from his lips.
He pulled me closer towards him. his lanky fingers tracing my jaw and our noses touching slightly. He kisses my lips so softly.
"I would never wanna hurt you.." he whispers, his lips planting kids down to my neck.
A small moan leaves my mouth. I place my hand onto his shoulder, feeling his kisses get more needy I through my head back while my fingers tangle into his perfect curls.
He pulls away , my body missing him already.
"Was that okay?" He looks at my eyes to my lips then back into my eyes while I nod.
He pecks my lips once making me giggle then multiple more times as we laugh between kisses.
"I think the back it a hundred times more comfortable, what do you think?" his voice was so raspy and so addicting to hear.
"I think.. we'll have to see for ourselves" I get out the front seat to move to the back leaving him in awe before he follows me to the back.
Once he's in the back with me I waste zero time getting on top of him. One leg on each side as we made out.
Saying this again I've never felt so comfortable with someone so quickly. He was so amazing and got me excited.
If this were any other guy I probably would've never left that party , much less be having sex with them within a couple hours of knowing them, but Trevor wasn't like any other guy. which is what made it so much more easier to be here with him.
In the back of his car.
Making out.
"Are you okay?" He says as he pulled away breathlessly. I nod as he plants a soft kiss onto my forehead before holding me from my back a slowly laying me down onto the car seat while he hovered over me.
" 'sure you still wanna do this?" he asked. I looked him straight in the eyes. He was so perfect.
"I wouldn't wanna do this with anyone else" I responded gently.
"I'm gonna take this off , okay?" he says , rubbing my sides. In response I help in remove my blouse deciding to move a bit quicker I remove my bra knowing he was watching me.
I look over at him , his mouth slightly open and his brows slightly lifted. "Don't you think you should remove you're shirt too?" I ask with a small chuckle.
"Oh right!" he says snapping out of his thoughts as he removes his t-shirt throwing it somewhere off to the side.
I place my hands on his chest running my fingers down it as we make eye contact.
My hands leave his chest then meet he button of my jeans I look back at him , then just remove my bottoms along with my panties.
I wanted to seem a bit bold so I reach for his belt , removing it slowly while teasingly having my hand on his crotch.
"You gonna take them off?" I ask , he nods slowly taking off his pants and boxer as I decide to lay back.
He then hovers over me again, "You really beautiful" he whispers moving a strand of hair out of my face.
I smile up at him , "um.. do you have condoms?" I ask him nervously.
"oh shit yea.." he reaches over to the glove department coming back with a condom.
He notices a questionable look on my face , "Perks of having a hovering mom" he reassures. I chuckle watching him put the condom on.
He clears his throat , "Have you done this before?"
I nod my head "Have you?"
"I mean not really" he says awkwardly " I mean no" he seemed embarrassed.
"Hey, it's okay" I lift his head "My first time wasn't anything I wanted it to be so we can basically experience this and learn together, okay?"
he smiles "okay"
"you can start.." I plant kisses on his jaw he moans slightly making him grind against me causing me to moan.
"fuck" he breaths out taking his fingers to run them through my folds making me jump a little. "oh shit finn-" my words are cut bye my moans as he stick a finger in and then another and curling them inside me.
"fuck you're so good at that!" I shut my eyes throwing my head back.
my eyes snap open as his fingers slip out of me , but that missing feeling is soon gone as he sticks his dick inside of me slowly as I enjoy the feeling of his length filling me.
"oh God-" I whine his cock stretching me out on the most pleasurable way.
" shit.." he says as he's fully in , he begins to create a smooth and steady rhythm in and out of me.
"finn!" I moan out , he became a bit more rough with each thrust making the both of us weaker and seconds away from spilling out.
"God finn don't stop" my nails dig into his back making him whimper out of slight pain and pleasure.
his hand reaches for my clit rubbing it as he thrusts deeply making me feel amazing.
I hide my face into his neck feeling my self come near my edge. "I know your close.." he whispers "I am too" he groans
the car filled with moans and whimpers, and the temperature was more heated.
a chain of moans escapes both our mouths as we finally reach out highs.
finn drops on top of me as we try and catch our breathes, "fuck that was amazing" he says breathlessly.
I swallow trying to breathe "yea.. it was" he looks up at me before planting kisses onto my forehead.
we spent most of the night in his car enjoying one anothers company and just resting together.
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Don’t be a sissy, Sanji!
Sanji x Female Reader.
Goodness I hope this doesn’t bother you. I decided to write Sanji having a whole female outfit to just…add the whole pizzazz to the sissyfication.
The person who requested me asked me to keep their identity hidden which is fine, they’re of age to request this. I had fun writing this so I hope you enjoy reading it!
Dividers -> cafekitsune. Ima just make a tag to credit them, they make some good ass dividers.
Contains: Not technically dark but be wary of the contents. not much context. Porn w/out plot. Sorta forced sissyfication and/or feminization towards Sanji. Sanji in a cute cardigan outfit w a skirt. Sanji wearing makeup and nail polish. Sanji wearing a matching bra and panties. (Yes I’m throwing in the whole package, I’m going out w this one.) Sanji’s a switch in this one thought to give it a huge contrast w his situation. He acts a bit subby but you could say he’s a switch. Sanji occasionally being called a woman or girl. Sanji begging- Play with anal beads. Sanji getting his cock sucked~ Lotus to Missionary. Cowgirl. Sir back n’ relax, this is a long fic.
“Come on Sanji, I wanna see~”
“I look ridiculous…why do I have to wear this again sweetie?”
“Well- because you said you’d do anything for me and try anything with me inside the bedroom.”
“But I didn’t think you would ask me to dress like this! There’s no way anyone else can see me like this.”
“No one’s going to see you like this sweetie pie, no one but me~”
Sanji peeks out the door and peers down at you, his pink eyeshadow, eyeliner and mascara immediately a difference standing out than his original look. His brows were furrowed as he gave you a nervous look with his crystal blue eyes, he absolutely hated this entire idea overall. You out of all people knew that he wasn’t a man for dress-up, especially since he was married to you, a woman. It definitely threw him in for a loop when you asked him politely to dress up like a doll for him.
What stunned him more are the clothes and undergarments you bought for him for the occasion. If you had bought something for him it was obvious that you had planned this beforehand, way before you started talking to him about it. Your eyes flutter as you looked at his upper face and a sweet smile appears across your face. “Let me see my adorable little man~ Or should I say…my pretty little lady~” Your words make Sanji’s eyes widen and he pulls back in before shutting the door, leaving back outside the bathroom.
“Oh! Don’t say that please sweetie! You’re making me feel worse than I already do!” Sanji whimpers behind the door, making you sigh out lovingly. “Come on Sanji baby, I promise you won’t have to do this anymore, but you have to try it.” You tell him, knocking softly on the bathroom door. You hear Sanji sighing heavily before he slowly steps out of the bathroom, revealing himself to you. You smile sweetly as you scanned his body.
The pretty makeup caked up on his face.
The cute collared shirt, cardigan & skirt combo.
The fuzzy thigh-highs hugging his thighs.
The shimmery pink nail polish glimmering on his fingernails.
He looked so beautiful. Pretty enough to eat up.
“You’re so beautiful Sanji~ Oh my goodness you’re so beautiful~” You compliment him, moving in closer to him and giving him a hug. Sanji shuddered against you and your bury your face deep against his chest, catching the whiff of a sweet scent of perfume. God he’d made sure to do everything right for you, you couldn’t have been more impressed with him and his little attempt at dress up. Sanji lets out a little whimper and you look back up at him, his eyes glistening as he looked down at you.
“I-I’m beautiful huh…?” He asked, a little chuckle leaving him as he felt his heart pounding from his chest. You nodded and grab his soft manicured hands before guiding him over to your shared and well-made bed. You had made sure to accommodate to Sanji before and after your little agreement, anything that he wanted you’d provide him before the event and after the event.
Sanji looked over at your nightstand and saw anal beads along with a bottle of lube, which made him shudder and tremble at the thought. “U-Um…Sweetie? Are you going to use those on me?” He asked you, quirking a brow to you while looking at you nervously. You nodded to him and pull him onto the the bed. “Yes I am~ I promise this is the only time I’ll do it Sanji. And who knows, you might enjoy it~” You whisper to him. “I cannot think of any reason to like dressing up as a woman.” Sanji interjects firmly, looking at the sleeves hanging from his wrists.
“Not that, I mean the toys silly.” You giggle to him. “Why would I like something being shoved up my ass!? I’m supposed to be doing the fucking not the one getting fucked baby…” He sighs out, pressing a hand to his head. You press your lips against his glossy ones, the sweet taste of strawberries landing onto your lips as you did. “Just relax Sanji. Relax and let me do the work okay? You don’t have to do anything if it makes you feel this uneasy~” You giggle to him, pressing him down against the fluffy bedding.
Sanji lies back against the fluffy pillows and sighs out before looking up at you, fluttering his pretty lashes as he watches you climb on top of him. You straddle Sanji and lean down to him, pressing your lips against his before full on making out with him. He hums out in pleasure as he kisses you passionately, seemingly needy for your touch and your lips. His polished fingers gripping your pretty pink bra straps and pulling you deeper into his glossy strawberry-coated lips.
“Mmm!~ M-Mmgh~” Sanji huffs out against your lips before he pulls back, a string of saliva appearing on both of your beautiful lips. You cup Sanji’s face and pull him in closer to you, keeping his lips smushed up against yours. You felt him squirm beneath you, bending his legs and allow air to flow up through his skirt and his panties. He shivered as he felt his tip poking out of his panties, rubbing up against the fabric of his skirt.
“A-Ah~ Mmgh~ I-It feels so weird~” Sanji sighs out shakily, his pretty sapphire eyes rolling up as he felt his tip press up against his own inner thigh. The warmth of his hot cock made his own body shiver and you began to notice how…interested Sanji seemed to be.
You giggle against his lips and finally pull away from them, sliding your tongue along his them as you grind up against Sanji’s cock beneath the skirt. He sighs out shakily, closing his eyes softly while you begin to reach out for the lube and anal beads. Feeling you move, Sanji peeks but suddenly opens his eyes wide as he got a glimpse of the anal beads in your hand. He shook his head and backed away, pressing his body higher up against the headboard.
“Come on Sanji baby, I have lube so they can slip in oh so easily for you baby~” You whisper out to him, giggling as you showed him the bottle of strawberry lube. Sanji shuddered against you before sighing out. “I-I don’t want them inside of me…” He whimpers out, pushing you back a bit to lift his skirt. His movements contradicting his words. You giggled as you watched him pull up his skirt and spread his legs, revealing & moving his cute pink panties out of the way.
“Aw you’re too cute Sanji, but I thought you didn’t want to play with the toys..” You snicker to him. He flutters his lashes and looks away, his shimmering pink eye shadow popping with the color of his sapphire eyes. “J-Just- Just try it already…” He sighs out to you, his cock still poking out past the hem of his panties. You giggle and pour some of the lube out onto you hand, running it along your fingers before pressing your lukewarm hand against his ass.
He shudders as he watches you run your fingers along his rear entrance, your voice soothing him as he felt you slide two digits into him. He gasps out and shudders, his walls tight around your fingers as he feels them go deep inside of him. “Ah~ A-Ah! G-Gentle please l-love~” Sanji huffs you, his hands gripping his cardigan tight while he arches his back. “Just relax for me baby, I’m loosening you up~” You whisper out to him, your eyes glimpsing at his pretty ones.
He nods as he bites his lower lip a bit tight, his hand reaching down to stroke at his cock. You smile as you watch him jerk his cock in front of you, a heavy yet sudden gasp leaving his lips as your fingertips press softly against his prostate. “T-That- That feels so good~ A-Ah~” Sanji huffs out, his curly brows furrowing as his toes begin to curl within his thigh-highs. You pull your fingers from inside of him, and he whimpers out in slight irritation.
He continued to fuck his fist but suddenly stops and yelps out it as he felt you insert a single bead inside of him.
First one.
And then the next one.
And the next one-
All the way to the last one.
You pull away and move his skirt out of the way, a whine escaping his lips as he felt himself feeling a bit…full.
“Hah~ L-Love-“
“Sit up for me Sanji~”
He groans as you helped him sit up, his body shuddering while moans left him as he felt the beads move around within his ass. “I-It feels- I-It feels so odd~” Sanji mewls out, arching his back as he sat there against the bed. You press a smooch to his neck and suckle on his skin, making him moan out shakily. He presses his hands up against your breasts, groping them as he pressed his lips against yours. He didn’t know what to do with himself, not with these beads deep inside of him.
He wraps his arms around you, whines spilling from his lips as he pulls you closer to him. “Mmh~ Sanji~” You mewl out, wrapping your legs around his hips and pressing your breasts up against his chest. You giggle as you felt his bra beneath his collared white shirt, it felt more like a soft little bra up against his chest. Sanji whimpers out as a deep blush dusts his cheeks, realizing that he was starting to fall into character, the entire act was getting to him. He turns away, huffing out heavily as he lies his head against your breasts. “I’m getting too into character…” He sighs out, his hands holding your hips tightly. You chuckled and run your fingers through his silky blonde hair.
“And that’s okay Sanji~ You’re beautiful like this just like my precious woman~” You whisper to him, pressing a smooch to his jaw.
Sanji felt his heart pound from slight embarrassment and yet flattery, why was he getting so worked up about this? He shouldn’t be playing into character like this.
You smooch him once again before moving down to his hardened cock. “Want me to suck your cock? Would that make you feel better about this baby?” You asked him, lifting his skirt back up. He sighs but nods slowly, his cold and soft hands pulling the hemp of his panties down. You smile softly as you watch his cock prod up slightly and press a smooch to his tip before sliding your tongue along his shaft. His lips quivering as he felt you smooching along his length.
“Ahh~ Ah~ So good love~” He moans out, pressing his hand up against your soft strands. He lays his thighs up against your shoulders, the fluffy thigh-highs rubbing up against your soft skin. You lower your head onto his cock, suckling and sliding your tongue along his shaft. You took it slow, taking in all of his length until his tip touched the back of your throat. Sanji was gasping and sighing out in please, his eyes shutting tight as he arches his back.
“Oh god love~ Mmmgh~ Fuck that feels so good~ Oh goodness~” He whimpers out, rolling his hips against your mouth. You mewl out, your hands gripping his hips while you play with the hem of his pretty panties. His eyes began to brew with tears, nearly making his mascara run as his hand grips your strands. You moan out, bobbing your head slowly but taking his cock deep down your throat. “S-So warm~ Mmgh!~ Hah~ J-Just like that~ P-Please!~” Sanji begs, clenching his teeth tight as he felt your warm throat take in his cock so wonderfully.
You moan out softly, your brows furling as you lay Sanji back against the fluffy pillows. He whines out as he watched you move in more, taking his cock a little more until you had reached the base. Sanji’s hand reaches out and gets a grasp on your hair, pulling slightly as while his cock twitch against your tongue. “I-I’m close love! I-I’m so close!~” Sanji mewls, shutting his pretty eyes tight as he bit his bottom lip a bit more. You hum out but you don’t stop, trying your best to pull your orgasm from him.
He huffs and gasps out, his thighs hugging your face a bit tight as he closes them. The soft and fuzzy thigh highs tickle your face as you grab onto his hips, huffing out as you struggled to breathe. “R-Right there!~ I-I’m almost there!~” Sanji sits up and arches his back, gasping out while his face scrunches up with pleasure. You whine out, your nails scratching against his hips and hoping that he would cum deep down your throat already.
Gripping your hair a bit tighter, you mewl out and whimper around his cock. Your jaw was starting to get sore and your throat was begging to grow sore as well. “Hah! I-I’m cumming!~ I’m- A-AH!~” Sanji pulls your head down his cock farther as his toes curls within the stockings, his slightly salty seed running down your throat with ease yet making it unbearable to bear the strong flavor.
He finally releases his legs and you quickly pull your head back, a few coughs leaving you as you inhale deeply. Sanji plops back onto the pillows, breathing heavily as he began to hyperventilate a bit. “A-Ah…Hah…I-I’m sorry love…” He whimpers out, a bit unable to sit up. You slowly rise to your knees and stare down at him with slightly dark eyes, a little pout falling onto your face. “I couldn’t breathe Sanjiii…” You huffed, staring down at him.
He slowly sits up, his hair a bit disheveled as he props himself up against the headboard. “I-I’m sorry…I got carried away~” He continuously apologizes, sitting up and wrapping his arms around you. His hands cups your face, his lashes fluttering to you once again as he pouted to you. “D-Did I hurt you..?” He asked worriedly, his sapphire eyes glistening as he stared down at you. You sigh out lovingly and wrap your arms around him before gasping out suddenly.
He pulls you onto his lap and lifts his skirt, moving his panties out of the way while his cock twitches in the air. He was still hard and throbbing against you although you were excited and just ready to fuck him. “Here, take your time~” He says, giving you a sweet and cute little smile.
He was starting to look more like a woman the more you stared at him with his makeup on…
You slowly spread your pussy open for him, allowing him to press his tip against your entrance before slowly sliding in. You moan out as you felt him fill you up quickly, your walls tightening around him and sucking him in. “So good~ You feel so wonderful as always baby~” He moans out, moving his pretty face in closer to yours. His brows begins to furrow once again as he moves you up and down on his cock, his soft and silky fingers tampering with the beautiful lace of your lingerie.
You hum out softly, pressing your lips against his sweetened strawberry ones so lovingly again. His nails scratch along your hips, his face twisting up as he kept you close against him. He lies you down against the soft bedding below and begins thrusting up into you, his soft cardigan and skirt squeezing up against your body. You pull his shirt open, revealing his pretty bra to you while he mewls out.
“Mmgh! D-Don’t peek at them!~” He gasps out, a deep blush dusting his cheeks while you stared down at his chest. You giggled to him and press your face up against his chest, his skin warm and slightly sticky against your cheek. He continues to rut into you, huffing out into your ear while keeping you close against his chest. “Hah~ L-Love~ Y-Your pussy is so fucking good~” Sanji’s lips trembled as he pulls your legs around his waist, his moans growing louder as he moves his hips a bit faster against yours.
You moan out beneath him, wrapping your arms tight around his body, his back arching as he felt your fingers trail up his back beneath his shirt. One of his hands gripped the sheets beneath you while the other held on to your hip so tight, his facial features contorted with pleasure and lust. “Sanji~” You moan at his name beneath him, his legs pulling his hips and closer against yours. He whimpers out and his eyes trails down to your breasts before he buries his face in them.
“Mmh~ I-I want to cum~ I wanna cum so badly~ Your pussy keeps sucking me in so wonderfully that I can’t p-pull away.” He whimpers out, his fingers trailing along your soft skin. You gasp against him, your walls tightening around his length as you pulled him closer to you. Your nails scratch along the soft skin of his back and he gasps out into your breasts before looking back up at you.
“M-May I cum?~ I-I need to cum baby~” Sanji asks sweetly, his eyes pouting up at you while he whispers softly while giving you more shallow thrusts. You smile up at him, your eyes half kisses as you stared at the pretty details of his face. “Please…? I want to cum~ Cum deep inside of your sweet and warm pussy~ Please love please?~” Sanji begs to you, his thrusts still going deep yet fast into your cunt. You huff out while your brows furrow, biting your lower lip softly as your toes curl working your knee-highs.
“My sweet baby girl~ Yes you can cum~ Make sure you cum deep inside of me too~” You mewled, hugging him tight and pulling him close. He gasps out and whimpers as he hears you call him a woman once again. He can’t help but to lay his head against your breasts and obey, gaining his permission to cum. “M-Mhmm~ I-I will!~” He huffs out in a sweeter tone, a bit of drool spilling from his lips and onto your chest.
You lay and hand to his head as he mewls and moans out, lifting your legs a bit higher to get a better angle. You lie back against the soft sheets below and moan out as he fucks your pussy with a sweet yet harsher momentum. You whine out and squirm a bit underneath him as you felt him kissing your cervix, your eyes shutting tight as you finally felt yourself ready to release.
“Ah~ I-I’m cumming~ I-I’m going to cum!~” Sanji gasps out, rutting his hips deep into yours while shutting his eyes tight. “Mmh! S-Sanji!~ Sanji!~” You moan out Sanji’s name and arch your back, gasping out as you finally release and cum on his length. You squirt out onto his lower abdomen, getting a bit onto his skirt and his panties. Sanji’s body shudders above yours as he whines out, his cock twitching deep within your cunt as he was finally ready to release deep inside of you.
“Mmgh! A-Ah!~ Ah I’m cumming l-love!~” He gasps out, his curly-brows finally unfurling as he fills you up with his seed. His seed coat your gummy walls in a pretty white and you could feel the warmth of his cum filling up your lower tummy. You mewl out softly and wrap your hands around his neck before pulling him close to you. He blinks softly and slowly before smiling and pressing a smooch to your lips.
“S-So warm~” Sanji says softly, his fingers sliding along your hot skin. You hum out before sitting up, softly pushing him down back against the bed. He looks down at you, quirking a curly brow as he wondered what you’ll do next. “Mind if I ride you baby?~” You asked, looking down at him with soft and sweet eyes. He smiles and nods, opening his arms out to you and pulling you into his embrace.
“Please do~” He hums, still breathing a bit heavy as he was still recovering and gaining his breath back.
You smile and straddle him, sliding your sticky cum-filled pussy against his long and hot length. Sanji mewls out softly, his hands soft up against your hips as he guides you. “Mmh~ P-Please put it in~ I-I want m-more~” Sanji pouts, not really wanting to be teased at the moment. You giggle and lift your hips, allowing Sanji to help position his cock for you. You slowly lower yourself on his length and you both groan out softly, your toes curled once you feel his tip kissing your cervix once again.
Sanji presses his hands back to your hips but you move them, pressing your hands to his bra and up against his chest to gain a bit of balance. “Just watch baby~ You don’t have to help me~” You whisper to him. He pouts but nods, moving his cardigan sleeve up to his lips as he watched you begin to move his hips. He lies there adorably, his eyes fluttering slowly as he stared at your push sucking his cock deep inside.
You moan out against him, staring at his pretty little face while you begin to bounce on his cock a bit. His moans were soft yet vocal as he sat there with his hands to his mouth, like the adorable little woman he was. He was so precious, it was hard to keep yourself composed when he was deep into pussy and into his character. His mewls were starting to grow a bit higher and he was beginning to arch his back a bit more.
While he was more distracted in the pleasure, you reach your hand behind yourself and past his panties. Feeling you grab the anal beads makes him jolt and shoot his head up to you. “I’m gonna take them out Sanji~” You whisper to him, moving in before pressing a smooch to his lips. “S-Slowly please l-love~ G-GENTLY!-“
He suddenly gasps out as he begins to feel you pull the beads out in one swift motion. He throws his head back as he eyes rolls from the pleasure of the beads being removed.
“MMMH!~ O-OH GOD!~” He shudders and grips your hips tightly, making him gasp and whine out while his legs thrash around in pleasure. “I-I’M CUMMING!~ H-HAH!~” He whines out as his ass clenches around nothing but air, struggling to keep his orgasm back for you. “Hold it in for me Sanji~ Don’t cum just yet sweetie~” You mewl out above him and lower your head to press a smooch to his temple. He grabs your face and pull your lips to his, whining out into them as you felt his body trembling.
“P-Please! I-I can’t hold this back much longer!~ I-I NEED TO CUM H-HONEY!~” Sanji whines out, thrashing around as his cock begins to twitch deep inside of you. You mewl and gasp out as you watch Sanji reach out and wrap his arms around your body, pulling you close to him while he struggles to keep himself together. “S-Sanji!~” You whine out his name, not bothering to stop your hips as he held on tight to you.
He rests his head against breasts once again, gasping out as he felt himself just ready to cum deep inside of you once again. “Baby I-I can’t hold it in much longer~ P-Please let me c-cum~ I want to cum so badly~” He huffs out into your breasts, begging desperately to just release in your pussy. You found his face so fucking cute, it was already wonderful to see him begging and in this state, but with him in his pretty little outfit you couldn’t contain yourself very much.
You trail your fingers up to his neck before gripping it slightly, pushing him down into the fluffy pillows while he whines out. His face was all pouty and his eyes were tearing up and ruining his makeup. He watches you move your hand up to his face, cupping his cheeks and squishing them as you relished in his cute reaction.
Poor baby just wanted to cum inside of you again, that’s all he asked for.
“L-Love…p-please~” He gasps out and his sapphire eyes were now shedding tears, ruining his makeup and slightly displeasing you. You sigh and giggle to him, inching your face closer to his with a sweet little smile. “Yes Sanji~ You can cum inside of me now.” You whisper to him, tending back to your pleasure as you begin to move your hips against his once more. Sanji could only sit there and watch you bounce on his cock with ease, his eyes flickering back and forth between both your face and and your bouncing breasts.
While he moans out beneath you, you can see his tears seeping into the blue pillowcase around the pillow cradling his beautiful little head. He began to feel so hot and sticky with sweat as gripped the sheets tighter in his hands, now straining to release after holding it in for a bit too long.
Perhaps he had to start back over from holding it in and begin edged. You whimper out as he felt your thighs trembling against his hips, he knew that you were close too and yet you still stopped yourself and your own orgasm. He sighs out before whimpering all cutely, now feeling his orgasm creeping back up in his lower tummy.
“Ah~ L-Love!~ Ah!~ I-I’m- MMGH!~” He gasps out and pulls you against his chest, biting his lip tight before slowly closing his eyes. His hands weakly grabs at your hips before pressing them down hard against his, wanting to keep you close while he cum fills your pussy again. He gasps out and coats your walls in his cum once again, filling your pussy up while he whines out desperately. His body shuddered and he whines out before taking in deep breath.
Both of your lower regions were coated in your own sticky mess, and you were more than pleased with him. Satisfied even. Sanji’s grasp on your hips grows weak and he releases your hips, his breaths still heavy and yet slightly whiny.
“Ahh~ Ah~” He shivered beneath you, sliding his hand up your back. His makeup was running down his cheek and onto the pillows from his tears, his soft yet broken mewls echoing though your ears. You smile softly and lie down against his chest, feeling it rise and fall slowly as he took deep breaths and sorta struggles to.
“N-No more…N-No more right now…” He exhaled, his curly-brows furling while his lips quivered. You give him a loving smooch to his cheek, waffling your fingers with his tightly as you warmed his sticky and messy cock. “No more for now baby…No more for now.” You giggled, nuzzling up into his neck.
He keeps you close, his hands combing through your strands as he lied there.
“Well? Was it fun?”
“H-Hm?-“
“Was it fun? You sure did enjoy the role didn’t you baby!~”
Sanji shoots up, his face turning a beet red as he looks away with with a frantic look in his eyes. “W-Well!- U-Um…”
“You enjoyed it didn’t you Sanji baby?~” You giggles, playing with his scruff while he whimpers out in embarrassment. “F-Fine. I did…I-It was…different to say the least…” He sighs out, hugging you and keeping you close. His fingers played with the sweet silky fabric of your lingerie.
“I-I…I did enjoy it…honestly…j-just…don’t tell anyone about this…please darling…” Sanji whispered to you, burying his face deep against your skin.
“I would never my pretty…” You promised, giggling to him.
Sanji raises his head in realization. You didn’t cum before or after he did.
“Oh! S-Sweetie you didn’t cum did you!?” He asked, looking deep into your eyes. “It’s okay Sanji baby…I did say no more for now…didn’t I?” You giggle, straddling his lap once again.
Sanji gulps and lies back down against the fluffy pillows. He pouts a bit but smiles softly.
At least this was still somewhat of an enjoyable experience for him.
Even if it was forced.
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More than all the stars (Carmy Berzatto x Fem!Reader) (The Bear & The Fox Series)
Chapter 2: Heavy is the head 'n all that
Words: 4.9k
summary: Carmy gets a visit from an old friend/ you offer Richie a fresh new start.
a/n: Hiii, i know i took my sweet time to update this but i did have some fun stuff to write for kinktober (link here! if you haven't read that) and it truly helped to regain my creativity to continue this bad boy so here ya go!
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Warnings: Minors DNI, p in v unprotected, in the shower, fluff and smut, oral sex (male receiving), cock warming if you squint
Chapter 1.
Carmy’s hand holds a gentle yet firm grip on yours as you scout the various colorful stands selling all sorts of produce along the busy street. Despite the restaurant being closed for a few weeks now, the routine seemed hard to break and you had both woken up early enough to catch the market. Between coffee scented clouds and the murmur of conversation, you stroll alongside Carmen, stopping at every few booths to check out the products and take the vendors information for future deliveries. Though not buying as much as you usually would for The Beef, it felt nice to buy your groceries directly from the source.
“So what did Marge say about Ava’s classes?” He asks in your direction, distracted by the crate of shiny tomatoes occupying the sidewalk.
“Oh, I think her words were ‘anything for your little niece, my sweet’.” You answer back in a terrible imitation of an english accent.
“Your little niece, huh?” He adds with a smirk, taking a sip from the tea filled travel cup in his other hand.
“Alright, chill-” You reply with a similar smile. “It’s for Ava.”
You stop and let go of his hand to pick out a box of cherries and pull cash from your bag to pay. Carmy notices the bag starting to fill up and takes the handles off your shoulder, swinging it over his own and threading his fingers through yours once again. He pulls up your hand to place a warm peck on it, raising a red on your face that almost matched the cherries.
From your point of view, the morning sun casts a brilliant glow over the baseball hat hiding his untamed hair. Little specks of gold dance along his barely untrimmed jaw and another blush sparks over your features as the image of you kissing his stubble pops into your head.
“D’you think it’d be weird if I gave Richie my mom’s number?” You voice your thoughts suddenly.
He turns to you with a puzzled expression. “And the thought came to you because…?”
You shrug and redirect your attention back to the rows of polished apples beside you. “Dunno. I just- I don’t think she’s ever gone out with anyone since well… y’know.”
Carmy nods his head slowly in a way that shows he understands and doesn’t pressure you to over explain. “And you wanna start with Richie?” He jokes instead.
“C’mon he’s not a bad guy. And he’s not bad lookin’ either… he just needs a push.”
A low mumble from his direction makes you turn your head and you almost don’t hear him whisper against the lid of his cup. “If you like stupid Richie so much, why don’t you fuckin’ marry ‘em…”
You laugh at his words, joyful and warm, and shove him softly with your elbow. “I meant, that it’d be nice to see them happy...” Your eyes wander up to him again, only to find his already darting over your face, a sweet smile set in place. “To have something like this. Don’t you think?”
Carmy lets go of your hand to throw his arm over your shoulder and pull you in even closer while another giggle blooms over your chest.
“I think that’s a great idea.” He whispers near your ear. “Your mother’s definitely the push Richie could use.”
Once your bag is too full to keep cramming stuff in and you’ve swept the streets multiple times, you finally make your way out. There’s a tiny old lady in a small booth by the edge selling colorful bouquets that you almost don’t notice. But he does and stops beside it, quickly handing her the money with a shy smile and picking out the one with the most Carnations on it.
“Here.” He says and leans down to peck your cheek.
You flush and whisper a sweet ‘thank you’, cradling the delicate buds between your free hand and your chest. Even in the cold breeze surrounding you, the heat radiating off you is enough to keep you warm all the way home.
**********
He had not known a second of peace after dropping you off at the gallery that morning. Between deep cleaning and crunching numbers with Nat, Carmy’s head felt like it was splitting in two.
“Jesus fuck…” He mumbles, pinching tightly between his brows in hopes that it dissipates the incoming migraine. “I swear we can’t catch a fuckin’ break.”
“Yeah, it doesn’t make my day either-“ She answers back sarcastically. “We’re gonna need someone to come get it tested-“
“Tested for what?” Richie interrupts, hand pointing to the same spot on the wall where the siblings are staring.
“For fucking rabies- mold Richard, what do you think-“
“-You’re makin a storm out of nothin’ Nat-“
“It’s not nothing, it’s mold-”
“Mold is just a trigger word, okay-“
“Shut the fuck up and let me think.” Carmy speaks louder than intended, the sound vibrating in his skull and making him wince.
He takes a deep breath then rises his head up again.
“Yeah- yeah I think we’re gonna need to call someone for that. Check how much it’s gonna be?” He asks his sister, who only rolls her eyes and nods, turning away.
“Cousin c’mon, I can totally fix that shit-“
“Cousin-“
“-I just need some sealant and-“
“Cousin-“
“-good as fuckin’ new-“
“Richie!” He shouts and shuts his eyes at the shutter in his head. “Just… let an expert do it, alright?”
He watches as his cousin opens his mouth to respond, then instead closes it and raises his hands in surrender, muttering a soft ‘alright, fine.’
“Oh, that reminds me, I gotta go pick up Ava and drop her at your girl’s class. Need anythin’ while I’m gone?”
Carmy shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose once again, a habit often repeated and confirmed by the tender ache on his nose bridge. “No, we’re good. Still can’t do much without the fuckin’ permits.” He mutters back.
“ Did Jimmy get back to you on that?”
“Not since you asked this morning…” His voice sounds irritated, but it has more to do with the pulsing in his head.
Richie only nods and despite wanting to, doesn’t keep pushing it. He instead only throws a ‘call me if you need anythin’ and quickly exits through the patched up front door, washing Carmy in yellow afternoon rays before it quickly closes and he's back to the fluorescent blue.
With the silence of the empty restaurant, he allows himself a second to breathe, even falling heavily on one of the few dust covered stools that haven’t been taken down to storage yet. Carmy pulls a cigarette from the fresh package in his back pocket and lights it, taking a deep drag that instantly numbs out the start of a headache. While he takes another deep drag, he pulls out his phone where your text sits under a reminder to ‘call the fucking fridge guy, carmy <3’ from his sister.
There’s another rattle from the door and he rolls his eyes, typical of his cousin to forget something when he was probably too far away to come back, so he doesn’t even bother to turn around. Instead he presses the call button and waits, leg shaking impatiently over the footrest and camouflaging the steps moving closer to him.
“Hey…” He hears once the call sends him to voicemail and the delicate tube in his hand almost breaks at the filter. The familiar voice crashes over his back and drowns him instantly in freezing water. “...I’m looking for a Ms. Carmen Berzatto?”
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For the first time in weeks, the gallery finally seemed to fall into its usual serene pace. Winter vacation was over and your classes had begun filling up again- with children retelling the tales of the places they visited while out of the city. Marjorie had informed you that morning that word of mouth had followed its course since the charity event and six more kids would be joining you in a few days, and now you had more easels to put together before the weekend.
The small plastic screw falls off your hand for the second time and you groan up to the ceiling before picking it up. The easels came with too many small pieces to count and the fact that you still had four more to finish in the back, did not help with the overall mood. As you place the screw back into the little hole and press the screwdriver against the head, it pops to the side and goes bouncing off out of your view.
While you crouch down and pull your hair back to try and see if it’s anywhere close, the entrance bell signals a new arrival, and the excited steps that follow have you straightening back up. ‘Is it five o'clock already?’ you think and instinctively run your hands down the paint hardened apron, as if that’ll make it seem more presentable. A relaxed breath calms you down at the familiar sound of Richie’s voice calling you from the front.
“Back here!” You call out and begin to group up all the scattered screws you can find for a day where each piece won’t make you want to cry.
“There’s our Michelangelo!” He belts out as soon as he spots you, extending one long arm to his side, while the other is taken hostage by a small little thing cradling a Bluey backpack.
Once he’s close enough, the extended arm hooks over your shoulders and pulls you to his chest, placing a chaste kiss over your hair. ‘okay-’ is all you can say and push him away lightly once he’s already letting you go.
“Again- thank you for this-” Richie groans slightly while carefully placing Ava on the floor in front of him, his hands on her shoulders swallowing up her small frame. “She promised to be on her bestest behavior, right Ava?” She nods shyly.
It’s a side of him you’ve never seen before. He’s being tender and kind, and has spoken more than five words without wedging a single ‘fuck’ into the sentence. You can say you’re impressed, though the feeling soon turns sour- like the many times you’ve been a spectator to a loving father/ daughter duo. Richie’s rubbing his thumb softly over her cherry cheeks and even though it’s a simple action that shouldn’t arise anything, the uncomfortable knot in your throat still takes its place.
From his kneeled position, he can see the various pieces of chunky plastic laying astray and he signals with his head in its direction.
“New exhibition or somethin’?”
You clear your throat quickly and wipe the beginning of your sweaty palms on the back of your shirt, embarrassed that you may have been caught staring.
“Uh, no actually. Just some fuc-un-” You correct yourself instantly when your eyes flicker to the small child. “-some fun easels I have to assemble for the new kids.”
“Let me help you-” He’s quick on his feet, already picking up the screwdriver before you get a chance to decline.
“No, leave it- it’s fine. I’ll try again tomorrow… plus, don’t you have to head back to The Beef?”
He only shrugs and takes off his jacket, then begins to count the number of holes on the plastic and pulls out the same number of screws.
“Can’t do much without permits. And you look like you could use the help.”
You crack your locked knuckles as you watch him work, still considering rejecting the offer. But he joins together more pieces in those ten minutes than you have in half an hour, and who are you to reject a man searching for purpose? Instead, you take Ava’s bag from her and lead her to one of the newer stations before the rest of the kids arrive.
“Thank you.” You offer with a small smile in his direction, right before the bell rings again and more hurried footsteps echo in your direction.
“If you’re still feeling charitable, there’s four more in the back-” You add in a hurry and shrug apologetically at the stunned look over his face. “You offered to help…”
Richie ended up staying through the whole lesson. Wandering every few minutes behind his daughter’s station, arms folded with the screwdriver still in hand and contemplating the canvas like the world’s most respected critic. It took him the whole hour and a half to finish assembling all the easels and only had plastic wrap to pick up by the time the last kid left.
Ava sat happy in your rolling chair, sugar-free cookie crumbs sprinkled around her face and paint stained fingers.
“Isn’t that shit toxic?” Richie asks through a concerned face as he bent down to pick up the last of the trash.
You also turn in her direction and shrug, cleaning your own hands with a rag. “Not really, we buy non-toxic for finger painting. It was easier than asking them to stop licking it off…” He only nods at your response- but not fully convinced- sends Ava to wash her hands a second time.
“Thanks again for the help.” You call out with a nod in his direction, then bite your lip.
You don’t know what to say or how to bring it up, only left staring at him as your mouth opens and closes, popping the bubble wrap in your hands. “Hey, Richie?”
He turns, brows raised. ‘There’s no turning back now’.
“Have you tried uh… y’know, dating after Ava’s mom?”
“Listen kid, you know I love ya, but Carmy’s family and-” You roll your eyes and throw the trash in his direction, barely missing his head.
“Not like that, dumbass!” You scold with an amused smile. “I just thought- god this is so fuckin’ weird- here.”
Richie’s expression is puzzled, eyes darting between the contents of your outstretched hand and your own flushed face. He reaches towards it and when he finally takes it, your hand retrieves back to your body and crosses over your chest.
“And this is…?”
“It’s my mother’s number… I know you kinda got a thing for her.” You wave your hand in the air when it looks like he’s about to contradict your statement. “C’mon dude, I have eyes, ‘kay? ’m not blind. A bit grossed out, but not blind.” You admit the last part only to yourself.
The silence breaks with the sound of soft steps on the stairs and an enthusiastic rendition of ‘shake it off’. Richie folds the small paper and buries it securely in his jacket pocket, clearing his throat in the process.
“She likes white wine but not the sweet kind, salsa- both food and the dance- and don’t even mention Celia Cruz or she’ll never shut up about her.” You rush through as the little steps move closer to the back.
“Thanks.” He mumbles back, then a slight grin forms over his face. “So does that make me your dad now?” He teases and you groan, rolling your eyes for the third time in less than two hours.
“Don’t make me regret it- and don’t make it weirder, okay?!”
Your phone rings from inside the apron before he has a chance to bicker back and a smile grows on your face at the caller ID.
“Hey Carm, ready for later?” You turn away from Richie, who cleans the crumbs off Ava’s face before swinging her bag over his shoulder and waving goodbye.
There’s a few silent seconds on the other line, then a heavy sigh travels through the phone and perches over your chest. “Uh, yeah about that…”
“Oh no…” You interrupt before he even has the chance to explain.
“I know, I know, I’m so sorry-” He begins and you can hear the shuffling on the other side. You can almost picture him running his hand through his already messy hair and staring up at the ceiling as if he’ll find all of life’s answers there. “I’ll explain at home but right now I gotta stay later.”
“It’s okay, I’ll just reschedule and see if they can show us the place another day.” Your voice sounds reassuring, though all that’s running through your head is the lightweight promise he made a few days back.
“Yes-okay, great.” Carmy answers rushed, not catching the slight disappointment in your tone. “This is turning out way more difficult than I thought.” He mumbles against the mic.
“Well, y'know ‘heavy is the head’ ‘n all that.” Your smile grows nervous as you try lightening the mood but only a distracted half sigh, half laugh follows a second later.
He clears his throat and rushes through his words again. “Listen, don’t make dinner. I’ll buy us somethin’ on the way home, okay?”
“Yeah, sure… see you at home.”
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The train ride home bombards your thoughts with a little guilt. You couldn’t help the slight disappointment ringing in your ears from the failed promise. Then you remember how hard he’s been working lately- or since you’ve known him really- and you feel foolish for letting such a small thing get to you.
So once you arrive home, instead of dinner, you round up the few candles you brought with you and place them strategically around the small bathroom. Then you do your best to scrub the paint out from under your fingernails and strip into nothing but the soft fluffy blue robe he gave you on Christmas. Once you see the short ‘omw’ text, you begin to light the candles, praying they won’t burn the place down, and entertain yourself by arranging the Carnations from that morning in a little vase you made at the gallery. ‘I should give it a friend’
The muffled jingle of keys cuts your train of thought short, followed by his footsteps and a heavy sigh once he shuts the door and takes his coat off.
“Babe?”
“In the kitchen!” You call back and bite your lip in anticipation, quickly rearranging the robe so your collarbone is a little more exposed.
“What? No- I brought dinner…” His tone dies down once he spots you around the corner, take out bag weighing down from his outstretched arm.
“‘M not making dinner.” You answer with a soft smile and keep your attention on the flowers sitting beside you on the counter.
His gaze shamelessly runs along your bare legs, crossed in a way that exposes all the way up to your upper thigh but no more than that. You take your time to finish trimming the rest of the stems, then push the vase to the side and swing your legs to hop off the counter. The movement seems absolutely graceful to him and he can’t do anything but lean against the wall to regain his balance as you move closer to him.
You hold on to the sides of his torso and stand up on your toes to kiss his lips sweetly. You wanted it to be a quick teasing kiss, but his hand wraps around your back immediately and presses your chests together. He sighs against your mouth, the ‘thump’ of the bag hitting the floor vibrates in the room and soon both his arms circle you close.
Your hands cling to his broad shoulders and your toes drag along the floor as he lifts you lightly and moves deeper into the room. The simple movement makes your head swoon with love.
“...missed you.” He mumbles between kisses down your cheek and buries his face in the crook of your neck, sighing again.
“Hard day?”
He only nods, too occupied with the kisses he leaves on your exposed skin. You place another on his hair and peel yourself away slowly, hands still tight over his.
“C’mon.” You whisper and nod deeper into the apartment.
His brow creases with questions he doesn’t ask, instead following behind you silently into the room. The usual white tiles glow yellow with the tiny dancing flames, Carmy’s eyes instantly catch on to the flickering shadows and take his breath away. When you turn to him, his eyes are wide and soft, with the small specks of the candle wicks glistening inside them. Your hand lets go of his to run a tender finger over a smudge on his cheek, while the other begins to undo the knot on your robe.
He’s motionless. The only sign of movements come from the slight bob of his Adam’s apple and the way his eyes constantly drag down to your chest before he pulls them back up.
“I wanna help you relax…” Your voice is sweet, barely above a whisper and drowned out by the sound of the soft fabric cascading down your body and pooling around your feet. “Can I?”
All he can do is nod, transfixed by the way your tan skin glows almost golden in the flickering lights. He lets you pull the white shirt over his head, then while he finishes undressing, you turn the water on and watch as the steam starts invading the empty space. Carmy’s hands caress the sides of your hips and little kisses spark the goosebumps on your shoulder, but once you’re both fully inside, you wiggle away from his touch and turn to face him again.
“I’m taking care of you.” You repeat, and grab his biceps to push him deeper into the streaming water.
You let it fall over his head until the locks grow a shade darker and most of them lose their bounce, then you turn the water down and reach for your scented shampoo.
“Turn ‘around for me?.” You request while you lather the soap on your hands.
Carmy rolls his eyes and gives you a toothy grin, but obliges anyway. You can see his shoulders instantly relax as your fingers tread through the curls, nails raking gently over his scalp in a rhythmic motion that has his neck losing a hold of his head and tipping it towards the cold tile. A smug smile covers your face, wet strands of hair decorating your cheeks, and you even make an effort to continue the gentle movements even after the bubbles have disappeared.
Instead of washing it away, you bring the massage down to his neck, thumbs pressing insistently over the numerous knots you find on your way down. He’s no different than the clay you’ve been experimenting with at work, you offer him as much tenderness and dedication as you would any other work of art.
The soft sounds of his breathing mix with the thin stream of water rushing over your bodies. You didn’t even notice how close you’ve moved to him until your breath bounces back to your cheeks. You take the chance to place little wet kisses along his spine as your fingers dig into the muscles of his back and the shudder he breathes out makes the taste of shampoo on your lips completely worth it. You press them to his warm skin again and again as your hands work down his spine and to the pretty dimples decorating the bottom of it.
By the time your movements have ceased, both of your breathing is struggling with need.
You use the last bit of control in your voice to call his name. “Carmy…” It’s almost silent, but the plea in your tone is enough to make him turn to you.
The sight of his blown out pupils and the way his hair darkens his face is enough to make you come on the spot. Without hesitation, you gently drape your arms over his puffing chest, raking your nails over it as you pepper kisses in a messy line down. Your knees fall over the tile with a soft slap that resonates in the quiet room.
“Fuck-” Carmen blows out, eyes fixated on how fucking good you look on your knees for him.
Your need is too strong to tease him, instead you take his already hard cock in your hand and start giving it a few soft pumps without losing his stare.
“Will you let me take care of you?” You ask again in a sultry voice. The water droplets have accumulated over your lashes and your wet hair cascades over your shoulders, making you look ethereal in Carmy’s eyes and all he can do is nod and sigh when you kiss the tip.
His hand flies up to grip the slick tiles when you finally wrap your lips around his girth and take him fully into your mouth. The rhythm is slow and torturous as you pull moan after groan from the depths of his chest, until he grows too impatient and his hips begin to buck forward into your mouth.
“That’s it baby, that’s it… oh fuck.” Carmy whispers words of encouragement that travel straight to your aching pussy. He groans into the side of his extended arm, but only for a short second, because he can’t dare to take his eyes off you any longer than that.
Each sound he makes pushes your movements faster and each slurp and drag of your tongue makes him groan even deeper, it’s a vicious cycle of obscene sounds that neither of you want to break. Through hooded eyes, he spots your other hand dragging into the inside of your parted thighs and he thinks he might come just from that alone.
With a few more bobs of your head, you pull him out with a soft ‘pop’ and he takes the chance to catch his breath, before leaning down, hooking his hands under your arms and pulling you up to him in one swift motion.
In a second, your feet are up and off the floor and the cold contrast of the tiles on your hot back brings chills over your excited skin. He latches onto your lips in seconds, one hand cradling your cheek while the other wraps tightly around your waist. Your legs circle his hips with strength as he rubs his stiff erection between your thighs.
“You like sucking my cock, huh?” He whispers in a shaky breath while his hips grind incessantly over your slick cunt. “Look how fuckin’ wet you got. You gonna let me take care of you now, baby?”
He pulls his hand from your face and readjusts his arms around your thighs so he has a better grip on you, but doesn’t slip in yet. Instead he drags the length along your folds and watches you whine and squirm with want between his arms.
“Yes, Bear, take care of me please. I need you.” His cock jolts at your words and the neediness behind them is enough teasing for him.
He slips right in, like coming home, and wastes no time in pulling back out to set a rapid pattern that has your breasts bouncing in his face. Carmy buries his mouth by your neck, dragging his teeth down to your chest and back up, leaving crescent shaped bruises that you’ll probably have to cover with makeup tomorrow. Right now though, he doesn’t care, he’s proud of them and how they represent that you’re truly and wholeheartedly his.
“You’re fuck-ing me so good.” A string of mewls falls from your lips at the mixture of sensations and your nails dig firmly into his shoulders to help ground you back.
But Carmy’s hips snap up continuously to a spot he’s learnt you like, making your head fall heavy over his shoulders. You’re gasping for air with each stroke and drag of his cock, unable to regain strength in your neck to look up at his eyes.
“Yeah?” He whispers near your ear, erupting shivers along the skin his breath caresses as he continues railing into you. “And you’re takin’ me like such a good girl.” His movements are too fast for you to keep up with your hips, so all you do is take it, and happily so.
“C’mon baby, come f’me yeah?”
You’re too high to listen to his words, but your body reacts on command as the tension in your navel snaps and a guttural moan rips your throat open. Carmy follows close behind you, groaning into the side of your neck and pressing you impossible closer to his heaving chest.
As the bliss dissipates into tiny waves, you reach up to his clean locks. He answers back with another soft kiss.
“Can we stay like this?” He asks timidly into your skin.
You smile at the sudden softness and reach down to fully turn the water off. “Don’t you wanna finish showering first? or… pull out?”
Carmy answers with a soft ‘no.’. You expect him to let you down so you can both dry yourselves at least, but he doesn’t. Instead, he presses you securely to his chest again and makes his way out of the shower.
You squeal and press your thighs hard around his own when he leans down to blow out the candles, one by one, in fear that he may drop you. A relaxed laugh vibrates in his chest and joins your nervous giggle as he manages the task flawlessly.
“See, I got you.” He says with a proud smile- one that crinkles the sides of his eyes and makes him look boyish and carefree- as he carries you to the warm bed.
‘I know you do' You think to yourself all night, wrapped in the safety of his arms.
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Rivalry: Chapter One
[masterlist][Ch2]
Regulus Black x Fem!reader
Mutual Pining and Academic Rivals are like my favorites so I’m throwing them together for Reggie🤭
I wanna try a slowburn, so this series will have some short parts that i can update easily between parts of Caught because I hate just not uploading for so long at a time. Fair warning I am going to include a bit of a love triangle later on(there will be NO cheating).
Warnings:Arguing,Language,Angst, Pining, Rivals, “Enemies” to lovers.
You and Regulus never liked each other. Actually, a good way to put it would be to say you hated eachother. But for some reason you were always clouding the brunette’s mind, even when you were yelling back and forth in an empty corridor he absolutely loved it. And despised that he loved it.
Despite the years he spent wanting nothing more than to one up you in any situation, suddenly every time your eyebrows furrowed at him as you began an argument, he’d imagine those eyebrows furrowing below him behind the curtains of his four poster bed. He thought at first it was simply because of your beauty that he was lusting after you, but after months of patrolling the corridors together as Prefects, he came to realize he genuinely liked your presence. Whether you were silent or bickering or yelling, he didn’t mind.
He denied those feelings for as long as possible, deciding instead to observe you from afar, acting as though he hated you while at the same time ensuring you were stuck with him as a partner in every class and during all Prefect duties. He didn’t understand why he shooed away every thought of you or hid his true feelings up until the last possible second, but he was a fool and a coward, he already knew that. As your seventh and final year at Hogwarts began, it dawned on Regulus that he’d likely never see you again once the year ended, making the dreadfully long school year suddenly seem far too short.
He could no longer deny he felt something real for you as he stood in the corner of the Slytherin common room, seething while he watched you dance against Barty Crouch Jr. The welcome back party was in full swing as you enjoyed yourself before you inevitably needed to become an image of responsibility.
You could feel his eyes on you, you could always feel his eyes on you. Almost immediately after you and Regulus became Prefects in your fifth year, it became increasingly difficult to avoid spending time with him. Though secretly you weren’t complaining, you’d always imagine what it would be like if he wasn’t so closed off. He was down right mean to you at times, and yet he clouded your thoughts all the same.
You always found yourself locking eyes with him in class, cursing yourself as you rolled your eyes away from his. You hated that you felt the way you did, but honestly you hated that he didn’t feel the same much more. This time, as your eyes locked, there was something new behind his irises. Something you never would have expected only two years earlier, jealousy.
You knew it couldn’t be a good idea, but after plying yourself with copious amounts of liquor you didn’t mind making a few bad decisions. You winked at Regulus’, biting your lip and making him go rigged in the corner before you turned yourself in Barty’s arms and captured his lips in yours.
Regulus wasn’t a jealous person, he’d accepted long ago that any girl wanting a member of the Noble House of Black would simply run to his brother, but you never did. You never even seemed the tiniest bit interested in Sirius, or anyone else for that matter. Maybe thats why it was so easy to stay calm all these years, his girl never seemed to have eyes for anyone. Until now. He never would have imagined the pure rage he felt as he stormed through the party, yanking you off Barty as you smiled drunkenly up at him with swollen lips.
“Come on, we have a project in Potions tomorrow and you can’t be hungover, I won’t be failing,” Before you could register what was happening he was pulling you down the stairs as you stumbled after him to the girls dormitory. To your surprise he immediately distinguished your dorm from the others and pulled you inside.
He dropped your wrist as he grumbled to himself, walking to your dresser and pulling out one of your oversized t-shirts and a pair of leggings, “Take these, get out of that dress, and go to bed.” He demanded in a stern voice.
“But I wanna go back to the partyyy” You practically whined in a beg, too drunk to care about the boy standing in your room with a glare.
“You can barely stand y/l/n, I am not letting you back into that party like this.” He grumbled as he shoved the clothes into your hands, turning away as you eyed the back of his head.
“Come on Reggie, let lose, you don’t always have to be the golden boy,” You teased as you began to remove the straps of your dress and shimmy it down your body.
“What did you just call me?” He snapped, turning around without thinking, his cheeks growing a bright red upon seeing your slightly exposed bra as you struggled to remove your dress in your drunken state. He quickly swiveled back around as you huffed and puffed with slurred statements of “stupid thing” and “tight ass dress” making him chuckle.
“Help me out here Reggie,” You sighed, dropping your hands to your sides with a slap as he arched his eyebrows at the wall in front if him, turning to see your dress halfway down your body as you stared up at him with hooded eyes.
“Um okay,” He mumbled as he moved to stand behind you, keeping his eyes upward as he gently pulled the zipper down with a soft chuckle, “It would be a lot easier if you unzipped it,”
“Yeah yeah,” You grumbled as you pushed the dress off of you without a warning, showing him your underwear that didn’t match your bra. He felt like all the oxygen was escaping his body as he watched you struggle to put on the shirt he picked out, your head popping out of the neckline with messy hair before you were hopping onto your bed, disregarding the leggings on the floor.
You yawned once, and then fell into a deep sleep as Regulus stood, shell shocked in front of your bed. For some reason he felt rather creepy being alone in your room hovering over your bed despite his very wholesome intentions. He neatly closed the curtains around your four poster and left a full glass of water on your bedside table before blowing out your candles and slipping out the door.
The next morning when you woke, you had absolutely no clue how you got to your room, or out of your clothes and into knew ones. The last thing you could remember clearly was getting your sixth, or maybe seventh?, cup of punch before dancing with Barty.
“Uh Black, can we talk?” You asked in a shaky voice as his friends eyed you up suspiciously, “It’s really important,” As Regulus took in your disheveled appearance and worried face he mumbled a later to his friends and directed you to a rather quiet section of the corridor before turning back to you.
“Did we….y’know….do anything last night?” You rushed out without meeting his eyes as you stood in front of him, bouncing nervously. “I just….I barely remember anything and….and Barty said….” You stopped, not wanting to believe nor accuse him of what Barty had suspected.
“You think I did something to you while you were drunk?” He asked in a soft voice as he watched your watery eyes meet his. He was hurt, for the first time in a long time he was hurt. “I didn’t. I helped you to bed, got you some water, and left. That’s it.”
You let out an audible sigh as tears slipped past your lashes, “Thank you, I-i was so messed up last night, I don’t wanna think about what could have happened if…” Regulus watched you with a mix of relief and annoyance, you had just almost accused him of the same thing you were now thanking him for preventing?
“You’re lucky y/l/n. Because guess what, Barty was the one all over you last night when you could barely walk properly, I’m sure he jumped to tell you how I pulled you away from him. You could have just come to me, y’know.” He scoffed as he walked past you and into Potions class taking the seat next to yours as you followed suit.
“I didn’t believe him Black, but I had to ask okay?” You whisper shouted as everyone began taking their seats around you.
“If you had to ask than part of you thought I was capable of that.” He said, eyes focused upfront as you watched the side of his face. His jaw clenched so tight you could see the muscle protruding on the side of his cheeks.
“I’m sorry Regulus, you may be a git sometimes but I don’t think you’re a monster.” You whispered as you pushed your chair closer to his.
“I don’t care what you think of me and I dont need your apology” He snapped, making you flinch and jump back as he turned to look at you. His eyes softened as regret began seeping into his stomach at the sight of you scared in front of him.
You looked away from him as soon as you felt your eyes begin to water, focusing solely on Professor Slughorn as Regulus tried to apologize beside you, something that shocked you greatly but didn’t make you waver.
“Just look at me,” He whispered, ignoring his notes entirely and looking only at you. “Come on, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare y-“
“Oh my gods just shut the fuck up!” You shouted, silencing Slughorn and drawing the attention of every student around you as you went red from embarrassment.
“Care to fill us in on your conversation Miss. y/l/n? Mr. Black?” Slughorn’s voice was calm bit stern as you both shook your heads and mumbled “no”.
“Well, you can pick it up in detention tonight then” He said with a tight lipped smile as he turned back to his notes on the blackboard. You dropped your forehead onto the table with a sigh as Regulus watched you with narrowed eyes.
After dinner you slipped out of the Great Hall undetected, fully intending to run to the library and “study” through your detention. Being a teacher’s pet came with some perks after all.
“I knew you’d be here,” Regulus chuckled as you approached the door he was now leant against. “Come on, we have detention little miss perfect….or did you intentionally plan to avoid me?” His smirk was so annoying you would risk another detention just to smack it off if it weren’t for your lack of any movable muscle as his eyes bore into yours.
“Slughorn wants us to clean Professor Binns’ class since he never does.” You eyed him suspiciously as he waited for you to walk in front of him, “Well go on then you little liar, can’t trust ya now can I?” He chuckled triumphantly at your eyes rolling as you walked past him towards the History of Magic classroom.
Regulus shamelessly watched you as you walked in front of him, deciding you were his whether you realized it yet or not. He’s never had a reason to defy anyone before, but as he watched your hair bouncing behind you and your cloak moving in the breeze giving him glimpses of your legs below. He knew you were the girl he’d marry, whether his Mother was okay with it or not, he’d either die alone or marry the beautiful girl in front of him.
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Hey Sarah I’m in a mood and I was wondering if you could break my heart (pls put it back together tho) with any of the Eddies or Joes
Hiii lovey!! I will gladly break your heart and I’m gonna be totally honest I had a whole moment where I went “what if…I don’t put it back together?” but don’t worry I will…eventually(I really will fix it I promise) 🙈 but I did this in a conversation formate because that’s how it flowed the best in my mind so I hope you enjoy💖
-I had to create a whole new Eddie for this because I simply couldn’t bring myself to break any of my precious babies hearts😂
A/N: This has a cliff hanger and I’m sorry I feel like it’s necessary and you’ll see why, don’t hate me✨
“You know staring at it won’t make it magically disappear right?…you’re gonna have to open it eventually.” “Gee thanks Steve…what would I do without your words of wisdom?” “Listen jackass sitting here on your front porch staring at a cardboard box isn’t exactly how I planned on spending my Friday night okay?” “Then why’d you come over?” “Because…you called and sounded all…upset…and you’re like one of my bestfriends so…here I am.” “Thanks…” “So…what’d you do?” “I fucked up.” “I mean yeah…that’s a little obvious…I mean what did you actually do to make her send all your stuff back in a box marked…the asshole’s stuff?” “We got into an argument and she walked out and I didn’t go after her.” “Wait..what?..what do you mean you didn’t go after her?” “I mean exactly what I said Steve…I said some shit…she said some shit and then she left and I just…let her….” “What was this argument about?” “She got a wedding invitation from some girl we went to high school with and it made her all…happy and hopeful for our future and..she started talking about us getting married and I just…I’m not ready for all that shit man I’m only twenty three I can’t be someone’s husband.” “Okay so you just tell her you’re not ready yet…you don’t just throw in the fucking towel Eddie.” “You didn’t see her face when she was talking about our lives together Steve…she’s ready for that like right now and I don’t…I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready.” “What exactly did you say to her?” “I just told her…if she’s looking for someone to marry she’s looking in the wrong place…and…and she just..called me a selfish asshole and left.” “Well she wasn’t wrong…and that’s when you just let her drive away?” “I didn’t even move from the couch…I sat there the rest of the night because I just assumed she’d come back after she calmed down a bit.” “You’re such an idiot man…but just tell me…is it the idea of being with her forever that you don’t think you’re ready for? Or is just being her husband you can’t wrap your head around?” “I love her…more than anyone and I know she’s it for me but I’m not husband material Steve and that’s not…fare to her.” “Oh fuck off with that…she clearly thinks your husband material or she wouldn’t bring it up so don’t go trying to say you did this as a favor to her okay? You did this because you’re scared.” “I’m not scared.” “Yes you fucking are Eddie…you’re terrified that someone else loves you so much that they literally want to be legally bound to you…that’s some heavy shit man so I get it but that’s why you made her run away…it has nothing to do with this lame ass excuse of you not being husband material.” “I just..I don’t want to fuck it up..I’ve seen enough horrible marriages I don’t need to be apart of one too.” “Sorry to break it to you man but…you kinda already did.” “Yeah…I did didn’t I? She couldn’t even write my name on the box…” “Oh asshole isn’t your first name? I’m shocked.” “Fuck off…” “Sorry…but you wanna go through it now or…wait?” “I don’t need to go through it…I know what’s in it.” “Oh really? What?” “A few mix cds I made her… a teddy bear from a claw machine at the arcade…some letters…a photo of us at the lake one summer and hopefully a few Metallica shirts.” “Letters?” “Yeah? We used to write each other all the time…it was like our way of expressing how we felt sometimes when we couldn’t really…get the words out…why are you looking at me like that?” “Do you want her back?” “What?” “Answer the question man.” “Yes…yes I want her back…” “Just checking…because…I may have an idea…” “Okay…I’m listening…”
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Heyo! Just asking
Would you mind writing Yandere Noah Vs Yandere Mike from total drama? Thankssss! :>
Hellooo! Thank you so much for this fun request, so happy I was finally able to get this out! Also, I loooove your Radlynn theme, I loved playing the Papa Louie games so much growing up ^v^ enjoy !
YANDERE! NOAH VS YANDERE! MIKE HEADCANONS
Two guys fighting over you? My! How would that turn out?
Well, Noah would try to impress you with his intellect, Mike tried wooing you with his natural sweet personality.
Of course, you never thought these gestures had a bigger meaning than what met the eye.
Typical (Y/N).
A few months after the...season of All Stars aired, Chris wanted to throw a celebration reunion party for both casts before the brand new cast of Pahkitew Island was publicly introduced.
Noah and Mike were two of the many that didn’t want to go, but having the fact they were obliged to attend by their contract megaphoned, they soon put together that if this whole thing was mandatory for everyone, you would definitely be there.
Even if it wasn’t, you were a sweetheart, so you would’ve attended anyway.
Everyone was there alright, around their respective friend groups, and there Mike was, suspiciously having an exorbitant smile on his face for someone who wasn’t accompanied by anyone.
Noah knew the cause all too well, and takes it to confront him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
Still a coward, huh?,“Ohh wow, that obvious lie came with that gap in your teeth? Take this as a warning, Mike. Unless you wanna make that gap bigger, back up trying to test your mediocre pick up lines on (Y/N) and you won’t have any more problems than what you already have to deal with.” his finger spiked into the taller male’s chest,“You have no chance with a girl that’s out of your generation, let alone out of your league.”
"Oh, but that's where you're wrong, Noah!" said guy’s attempt at intimidation massively backfiring with Mike putting a hand to his own burning chest,"See, even though I'm Mike first and personalities second, the...feeling (Y/N) gives me is so intense, it's actually taking a better effect on me than the medication my psychiatrist prescribes me!"
How lame.
The high IQ rolls his eyes at Mike’s pathetic attempt at love,"You know your identity disorder soooo well. You of all people should know that's illogical, but I was right. (Y/N) really does have a moron lusting after her."
"Wow! Can't believe you finally got around to realising how dumb you are!"
Noah’s glare deepens in his face as Mike’s smile grew. These conversations were getting boring,"Why don't you go back to nosebleed hair? I'm sure she's missing you terribly bro." Surely that would kick some alarm into him. That desperate friendless girl had to be looking for him.
Strangely, he was still all happy,"Oh! I called things off with Zoey!” Oh. No wonder why he’s not slighted.
Damn your humanity, Zoey. You couldn’t entertain this idiot for another season?
He takes out his hideous handmade accessory,“I took my necklace back, so I can cherish it to (Y/N) instead!" Poor girl.
No way you could love someone that lacked the decency to reserve his affection- I mean, Noah loved you from day one,"Gee even I'm offended you think a second hand thing is the best you can give to my (Y/N). You are so totally rich. Medication funds put you in debt much?"
"Actually, they were free, but you are right about one thing! Not fair to give something someone else had. I'll make her another! Bigger and better! Like my love for her." he kept getting more and more ideas.
Can he afford to keep up?,"Don't go over budget."
"Hah! Seems like you suffer from a memory disorder. Thanks to my win, I never have to worry about budget again!... How many seasons did you win again?" Mike asks, his smirk still the same, but his words this time around were coiled by a pleather of travesty that had forced Noah to face a stinging truth he hated to admit, hissing a response in avoidance.
“Cram it, blockhead.”
Mike was about to blow a comeback, when suddenly your goddess figure graced both of them with your presence, switching their rivalry selves to civil friends.
"Enjoying yourself over here, boys?"
"Oh, totally." Noah waved, that totally being true for once.
"Never been better (Y/N)!" Mike threw you a thumbs up.
“Aw! Great!” you gushed in delight at the two,“It’s so heartwarming to see you guys getting along so well especially since we come from different casts!” You’re...happy.
You’re happy at them... Them...getting along? Yes... Yes, we do get along! Mike wants to be the one to amplify your joy by encompassing Noah’s neck around his arm, a perfect time to suffocate him, yet so far,“Oh, yeah!” he could feel the malice blaze in Noah’s eyes, but he wouldn’t dare try breaking out his grasp if it meant keeping you happy. It was just as despicable for him,“It’s real nice speaking to the competitors from earlier seasons! You can learn so much.”
The hidden venom irked the trapped male, making it ten times harder to hold back his sly tongue. But you were there... (Y/N), too pure to taste any hate, had rewritten the entire muscle of his jaw.
“Yeah, what...” for (Y/N), for (Y/N), for (Y/N),“He said. Guy’s more lovable than Owen.” Big fat lie. But you were pleased.
“Aww! Well, I’ll leave you two be. See you later!” even when you had rolled the distance, your words were still as sweet as blood itself.
How caring you are.
Mike makes the immediate move to aggressively shove Noah away from him.
An awkward silence sits in as the ugly nature of their opposition unravels in the air, Noah being the first to emerge,“You’re still here?”
Mike’s smile finally drops in a confused line,“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Dunno. Thought after seeing for yourself that (Y/N) has zero interest in you, like none whatsoever, you’d get going.” His blood vessels bloated in hatred under his skin.
How come? I’m the one that made our “friendship” more believable to her,“How could I after she gave me that smile?” saying that revived his one.
“Mhmm, that smile was totally for you. Get realistic!” No amount of verity could crush that delusion Mike had, which increasingly agitated Noah,“(Y/N) will never love you. Never.”
“There’s no never in that smile, Noah! The way you cope with denial is really cute!” See? This freak was enjoying it.
Noah sighed. Guess it’s what you have to do when you lose a game of love. Really unfortunate for him, this was very rewarding.
The man with sarcasm for a name turned his back to take one of the knives available from the cutlery table. He slid his finger up and down its shiny blade, remembering all about why he stayed in this meaningless party for this long. His chagrin is cut short.
At the same time, Mike discreetly checks his blazer pocket to ensure he still had his one occupying within. A similar sick with the strings of heart quivers its way onto his reddening lips.
(Y/N)...(Y/N)...
Things were about to get interesting.
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Pairing- Hongjoong x Named Reader
Word count- 6k
Includes- Dom reader, sub Joongie, blow job, deepthroating, teasing, cum eating, face riding, tongue riding, pussy eating, cock riding, choking, orgasm denial, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff
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Two months later
Hongjoong POV
"Hey, you free? Wanna hang?", I text her
Now comes the anxious waiting
We're on a practice break and I'm sitting all the way in the corner, trying not to freak out
Last week, when I texted her the same thing she hit me with "I can't I have a date"
And I kinda lost it
Figuratively speaking
It's just, as soon as I read those words insane jealousy came over me
I felt so possessive over her, felt like she's mine but she's not
That confirmed what I already knew and was trying to deny for two months
My feelings for her
The desperate want to touch her
The desperate need to kiss her, hold her, be with her
The love that's more than friendship love
And the utter hurtful realization that she doesn't feel the same way for me because she's going out with someone else
I don't know what to do
Should I tell her how I feel?
Keep it to myself?
Get one of the guys to talk to her?
Talk to one of her friends?
This is new territory for me
I have no problems getting a girl to fuck or date but I've never been in love before
I've never wanted someone like I want her
And I have no idea how to go about things
And there's the, you know, crippling fear of her rejection
I never cared about rejection before
If the girl I hit on didn't want to fuck, it was cool, I'd just find another girl
The girl I wanted to casually date said no?
No problem
But just the thought of her saying the words, "I don't feel the same" makes me feel like I'm going to throw up
Like it'll completely rip my heart out
I just don't know what to do
My phone goes off and I anxiously open her text
"If you mean today then yeah I'm free. But not tomorrow"
Curiously, I send, "Why, what's tomorrow"
And when she answers me back, I wish I hadn't asked
"I have a second date with the guy from last week"
My heart drops to the floor, tears springing in my eyes
Another date
With the same guy
She must like him enough to go out with him again
I lost my shot
If I hadn't been so scared, hadn't let work take over so I could avoid my feelings, she maybe could of been mine
But now I can't say anything
She likes this guy and as hard as it is, I'm not ruining that
I want her to be happy even if I'm not
I text her that something suddenly came up with work and I have to fix some songs
No way I can see her today
I don't trust myself not to be sad and upset
Then she'll ask what's wrong and I'll have to pretend everything is ok
I don't have the energy to do that today
She texts back that she understands and to call her to hang out next time
I send her a thumbs up emoji, then shove my phone in my pocket, dropping my head in my hands
This fucking blows
"Joong"
I look up to San, Seonghwa, Jongho and Mingi looking down at me
"What?"
"We're trying to figure out what to do for food after practice. Are you gonna hang out with Jo?", Seonghwa asks
"No", I answer, then drop my head in my hands again
"Are you ok?", San asks concerned
"Fine"
I so don't want to deal with this right now
"You're not fine", Mingi says, "You look upset. You said you were hanging with Jo today and now you're saying you're not. What happened?"
I don't answer, not wanting to talk about this with anyone and hoping they'd just go away
No such luck
"Hongjoong!", Seonghwa shouts
Lifting my head again, I glare and tell them, "She has another date. With the same guy"
"Tonight?", Jongho questions
I shake my head, "Tomorrow"
"So why is that stopping you from seeing her tonight?", Seonghwa asks
I glare yet again
They know how I feel about her, especially Seonghwa as I talk to him the most
"I can't be around her right now. Not knowing that she's going....out with someone else"
"Oh my god, just fucking tell her Hongjoong!", San exclaims
Easy for him to say
And the whole situation sounds ridiculous too
"Tell her what? That after one time sleeping with her I...", I trail off
"That you love her! Jesus, she's your best friend! She's not gonna bite!", San rolls his eyes
And I get so fucking mad
Didn't he fucking hear me a minute ago?
"She's dating someone else!", I yell, "That is a sure fire way of her not having feelings for me!"
Are they dense?
I just told them she's dating someone else, what aren't they getting?
"She's going on a second date with someone. That's not dating", Jongho points out
"Doesn't matter, she doesn't want me"
"You don't know that!", Seonghwa exclaims, "Go to her apartment now! Tell her how you feel! See what she says. Before you actually lose her to this guy"
"Don't be afraid", Mingi assures me, "You'll regret it if you don't say anything"
I mean I already regret not saying anything to her before she went out with this guy
I had two months to speak up and I blew it
Maybe, I shouldn't blow it again
But I'm scared
"I..I'm scared", I whisper
"There's nothing to be scared of", San reasons, "You two are best friends. The worst case is that she doesn't feel like that but you still won't lose her. She'd never drop you"
"And sometimes you just have to just take the risk to get what you want", Jongho adds
"Just go. You won't be able to finish practice while thinking about this anyway", Seonghwa says
Are they actually kicking me out?
I'm the leader here, how are they telling me what to do?
"Go Joong. Now", Jongho demands, "Before I throw you out of the room"
I raise my eyebrow but I believe Jongho
And he's strong enough to do it
But still, I'm the leader
"Now", he says in a serious tone
When I don't move, he starts coming towards me and I immediately stand up
"Alright! Alright! Jesus", I exclaim, "Fine, I'll go"
"You better. You're Uber is almost here", San says
"What?"
He called me an Uber?
Seriously?
San shows me his phone and it is on the uber app, with a one minute ETA
"But I'm all sweaty"
"Please, like she cares", Seonghwa snorts, "And anyway, girls love that shit"
Mingi and San nod
Whatever
"It's here", San announces
I glare at them one more time then I turn and leave the practice room, heading to the exit and my heart pounding in my chest
🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁
Ringing her doorbell, I wait nervously for her to answer it
God, my hands are so sweaty and I'm actually fucking terrified
I hear the locks turning and I'm ready to run
"Joong?", she says, surprise on her face, "What are you doing here? I thought you said you couldn't hang out today?"
I can't tear my eyes off her and I can't stop myself
Stepping inside her apartment, I kick her door closed, move close to her, my lips against hers
I melt into her as I feel her kiss me back, her hands bunching in my shirt
Fuck this is exactly what I wanted
This feeling, her soft lips against mine
My arms tightly around her
When the kiss ends, she looks at me in confusion
"Don't go on the date tomorrow", I whisper, softly touching her cheek, "Stay with me"
"I...I don't understand Joong", she answers softly, confusion in her gorgeous eyes
It's now or never
"I love you", I tell her, watching even more shock form on her face, "I don't want you to go out with this guy. I want you to be with me"
"Are...are you serious?"
I nod, "So serious. I can't stop thinking about you. After we...you've been the only thing on my mind. I want you. I want to be the one to take you on dates. I want to kiss you, hold your hand, hug you, spend time with you. I want you to want me"
"But you said you're with the makeup artist?"
I shake my head, "I'm not. After we were together I stopped seeing her. I couldn't be with her when you're all I wanted. I ignored her phone calls and when I realized I loved you I ended things with her. I never slept with her after we were together. I didn't kiss her, touch her, not even hold her hand. I didn't see her outside of work and even at work all she did was my makeup. I don't want her or anyone else. You are who I want"
I hold my breath, waiting for her to say something
I confessed everything, there's nothing else I can say
"I do want you Joongie"
I let out my breath as I realize what she said
"Yeah?", I ask, hopeful
She nods, "I love you Joong. I always have. You've always been my dream guy but I figured you didn't see me like that or you would of said something. I..I didn't want to go out with Kwan but I was trying to get over you"
"Don't jagi. Don't get over me. Please baby don't. Be with me, let me love you Jo", I say softly, "I want to love you. So much"
She smiles softly and it fucking knocks the breath out of me
"I want to love you too Joongie. It's all I ever wanted"
I nod, leaning my forehead against hers, "You're mine baby. I'm yours. We can love each other just like we want"
"Ok baby", she agrees, then presses her lips against mine, fireworks exploding in my vision, my entire body heating up
Fuck, I want to feel this way every single time I kiss her
Like the earth fell away and there's nothing but me and her
Somehow, I know I will
With her, I will
I move my tongue in her mouth, hers immediately playing with mine, the kiss turning desperate
Our hands move quickly, shirts pulled off, her bra on the floor
She pushes me against the wall, her lips pressing kisses to my neck, her hands on my body, touching everywhere
Heat and fire flood every inch of me, from her fingers, from her lips
This was what I was craving these last two months
Her touch
Her
Just her
Her kisses spread down, all over my chest, her tongue licking my skin before her lips press against it
I moan, watching her kiss me over and over again, going lower and lower
She moves to her knees, my heart pounding in my chest as her lips kiss my stomach over and over
Her hands so very slowly, undo my belt, the clinking sound of it ringing in my ears
She undoes the button on my jeans, the zipper following, my jeans falling to my ankles
"Off Joongie"
I kick my shoes off, followed by my jeans, doing as she asks
Her hands run up my legs, staying on my hips, her mouth kissing all over my lower stomach
I breathe hard, her kisses feeling amazing, my hand moving in her long hair
One of her hands drop to the tent in my boxers, palming my hard dick
"Fuck", I whisper
Her mouth moves down, her lips now kissing my hard on through my boxers, my cock twitching against her lips
"Mmm, nice and hard for me baby", she murmurs
I nod, so fucking turned on
"All for me?"
"Yes jagi", I whimper
"Good baby", she says softly, continuing to kiss me through my boxers
I whine, wanting to feel her mouth on my bare skin
"You gonna let me suck your cock this time?"
"Yes", I shout, so desperate to feel her lips on my dick
"Good because I like sucking cock. I've been told I'm good at it"
"Show me baby", I whimper, "Please jagi"
"Hmm want to see me suck your cock that much baby?"
"So much jagi", I pant
God, the thought of watching her with my dick in her mouth is making me feral
Her fingers move to the waist band of my boxers, slowly pulling them down
As soon as my cock springs free, she's kissing all over my base, her lips so soft against me
"Oh my god", I moan
My boxers drop to the floor, her kisses dragging along my length, slowly, blissfully
God, I've never had this done before
Never had kisses on my dick, never knew how fucking good it feels
Most girls just go right to sucking but this feels phenomenal
A new experience that I know I have to have from now on when she's gonna blow me
It's non-negotiable
After the kisses, she licks me, her tongue moving from the base of my cock to my head in one long lick
That she repeats over and over, all over my length
"Fuck jagi", I whimper, "Love seeing your tongue on me"
She smiles, licking under my head, her hand wrapping around the rest of my dick
Her tongue slides up, licking along my slit
I'm so hard, so horny, I'm leaking all over the place
She licks the cum off me, swallowing then smirking up at me
"Tastes so good Joongie", she says, continuing to lick which makes me leak even more, "Gonna give me more?"
I nod rapidly
"Gonna cum in my mouth so I can swallow it all?"
"Yes", I whimper, wanting that so much
I feel like if she keeps licking me, I'll definitely cum which is completely mind blowing
She doesn't even have to suck on me, just lick me but God do I want her to suck my cock
Her mouth moves around my head, keeping her tongue on my underside and she sucks once
"Fuck yes", I cry, pleasure filling me hard
Her mouth keeps moving, sucking on me, her hand jerking me off in time to her sucking
Her big eyes are on mine as she blows me, the brown of her iris so pretty, so intense
Every few sucks, she moves down an inch on my cock, the pleasure increasing
"Baby, baby, fuck baby", I whimper, thankful I have the wall behind me to help me stay up
She takes half of me in her mouth, sucking so well, her hand moving up and down my shaft so pleasurably
I'm so close, ready to cum down her throat
"Baby...jagi...", I pant, my hand fisting her hair
And suddenly the pleasure stops
"Baby...what...what happened?", I whine
She smirks, "Can't let you cum so easily baby"
"No jagi", I cry, wanting her mouth back around me
Instead she gives me more kisses along my shaft, moans spilling from my mouth
After a minute, her mouth moves back around my length, sliding down a bit more
She sucks hard, her head bobbing back and forth on my cock, pleasure roaring back
"Oh baby", I moan, holding onto her hair tightly
The sounds she's making as she blows me are so hot
Moans, swallows, so fucking arousing
Her mouth is amazing, she's so right, she's incredible at blow jobs
I'm close again, my eyes closing, my head pressed against the wall
And again, she pulls off my cock right when I'm gonna cum, making me whine and beg
She ignores me, kissing my length again until I'm calm
"Mm baby", she murmurs, "You're cock is so hard"
Yeah because she's teasing me
Her tongue licks my dripping slit, swallowing my cum from there
"Jagi", I whimper
"Aww baby", she teases, "Do you wanna cum that bad?"
I nod, "Yes baby. Please"
"Wanna cum in my mouth that badly?"
"Yes jagi. Fuck, wanna cum down that pretty throat, watch you swallow it all", I moan, "Please baby, suck my cock"
She smirks, nodding
This time, when she gets her mouth around me, she removes her hand and slips down my entire length
"Oh my god", I cry, shocked that she's deepthroating me
She chokes for a few seconds and that sound is music to my ears but I don't want to hurt her
"Jagi", I murmur, trying to pull her head back, but she shakes her head, moving her hands on my hips and pulls me as close as she can, nestling my cock in her tight throat
She swallows, her throat constricting around my cock making unbelievable pleasure shoot through me
Her head slides down to my head, then she bobs back up taking me in hard and rough
"Oh my fucking god!", I cry, as she moves quickly up and down
Tears fall down her gorgeous face, spit all over the place as she gives me the messiest and most pleasurable blow job I've ever had
I don't ever want to be blown any other way than this way and through the bliss I realize that I can have this all the time now
Because she's mine
I watch my cock move in and out of her mouth as I moan so loudly, the pleasure turning my head off
She goes hard on my cock, each bob bringing me right there
"Please baby, let me cum", I plead, "Please don't stop jagi. Please"
She nods, her gorgeous wet brown eyes on me and god she looks so pretty with my cock in her mouth
She slides down my , keeping me in her mouth and sucking rapidly
"Joanne, oh my god, fuck!", I yell, bliss crashing over me as I shoot my cum down her throat
I close my eyes, yelling wordlessly, pulling her hair hard while keeping her on my dick, even though it's not like she's even trying to move off
Instead she's pushing me even more into her mouth as she can, swallowing eagerly, the pleasure from that mixing with the bliss I already feel, making everything so fucking mind blowing
My legs are shaking and I lean against the wall to keep myself up
When it's over, I let go of her hair, my brain a complete mush
I feel her pull me out of her mouth, her tongue licking my slit for more
I feel her move away, her lips pressing kisses on my neck, my arm moving around her waist, keeping her against me as I get it together
Once I'm back to earth, I lift her face to mine, kissing her in a loving kiss
When the kiss ends, she smiles at me, takes my hand and leads me to her room
She maneuvers me in front of the foot of her bed, smirks at me, then pushes me back so I fall on the bed
"Lay back baby", she tells me as she pulls down her PJ shorts, then her lacy barely there panties
I know I just came but fuck, I'm already so hard watching her take her clothes off for me
My girlfriend is so fucking hot
I look at her sexy body that I was missing for so long
My eyes land on the new sternum tattoo she got
It's so beautiful, so delicate and I know I'm going to be spending so much time kissing all over it and tracing all the lines later
She climbs on me, sitting on my lap, her cunt soaking me
Her hips move, grinding along my cock, pleasure humming in my body
I can't believe I'm this hard again, she just turns me on that much
She keeps rubbing her cunt on my dick and I'm getting desperate to be inside her
I crave to have her wrapped around me
I need it and I'm so fucking stiff, I feel myself leaking all over the place
"Please baby", I whine, sitting up on my elbows, "My cock hurts. Wanna be in your sweet pussy"
"Shhh", she growls, shoving me down on her bed, still not putting me inside her, moving and sitting on my stomach instead, "I'll sit on your cock when I'm good and ready"
I shiver, loving how she's taking over again
"And you're gonna be a good boy and do what I tell you or you don't get pussy"
"No! No", I cry, lifting my hips, trying to get some friction, "I'll be good. I promise jagi, I'll be good. Want your pussy baby. Please, I'll be a good boy"
"Cute", she says, tilting her head as she looks down at me, smirking, "You're so pretty begging for my pussy Joongie. Thrusting your hips up even though my cunt is no where near your dick"
"Want you", I moan, my hands gripping her sheets so hard, "Want you so bad. Promise I'll be good. I swear"
"Then show me", she answers, "Stop moving"
It takes so much control for me to lay still on the bed but I do it for her
To show her I can be good for her
She was good for me last time, I can do it too
"Good boy", she smirks, leaning over me, kissing me softly
I eagerly kiss her back, wanting her lips on mine every second of everyday
All too soon for me, she pulls away then gently kisses my cheek
She moves up my body instead of down, her legs around my head, her pussy in my sight
She's already so wet, glistening in her juice and I just want to devour her
I move my eyes to hers, pleading to let me eat her pussy
"Go ahead Joongie"
I don't want any time, my hands around her thighs, pulling her right against my mouth, my tongue buried in her sweet cunt, tongue lapping up all her juice
"Mmmm", I moan, swirling my tongue everywhere I can
"Joongie", she whimpers, her hand slipping in my hair, "Fuck, such a good fucking tongue"
I swallow her cream eagerly, licking between her pretty puffy lips, then circling her tiny hole
I slip my tongue inside as much as I can, wiggling around, her shouts of pleasure so loud
"Keep your tongue there baby", she moans and I do as I'm told
Her hips rise as she slides up my tongue, then goes back down
She bounces on my tongue, clenching down on it, sending bliss straight to my hard cock
I moan in her pussy as she completely soaks my face
"Yes Joongie", she praises, "Fuck, gonna ride your cock just like this"
I nod rapidly, my fingers digging in her hips as she keeps bouncing, her cream running in my mouth, drowning me in her pussy and there's no where else I rather be
After another few bounces, she moves off my tongue
"Keep your tongue out", she orders, pressing her pussy against it
Her hips move, grinding and rocking against my tongue, her fingers pulling my hair hard
I help her move on me, holding her hips and rocking her on my tongue
She's creaming my face so much and I'm trying to swallow as much of it as I can
I'm loving this so much
She's using my tongue to cum and I'm so here for it
Her pussy is so soft against me, tasting so fucking good, the sounds she's making so fucking erotic, her clit throbbing against my tongue
I want to suck on her so bad but I know I have to wait until she tells me too
"Fuck, I love your fucking mouth Joongie", she moans, now rubbing her clit against the tip of my tongue
I'm hoping so much she's gonna tell me to play with her clit
I'm literally drooling for it
"You wanna suck my clit don't you", she asks
I look up at her from between her legs to find her smirking at me
"Your mouth keeps closing around my clit baby, then opening again like you remember I'm just rubbing my cunt on your tongue"
I feel my cheeks blush
I didn't even realize I was doing that
"You wanna suck on me that bad?"
I nod, desperately wanting that
"Ok baby. You can"
I immediately pull her clit in my mouth, sucking on her desperately
I live for how her pretty little swollen clit pulses in my mouth
It's everything
"Yes Joongie. Faster baby. Fuck. I'm gonna cum baby"
Sucking as fast I can, I moan against her, my tongue against her clit, playing while I suck on her
"Hongjoong! Baby, yes baby", she moans as she cums beautifully
I suck her through it, watching her, listening to her cries of my name, so turned on
When she finishes, I ask, "Can I eat jagi? Please?"
"Yes baby"
I immediately move my tongue to her hole, licking up her sweet cream
God, I can eat her cunt every fucking day
And now that she's mine, I can
When I finish, she moves down my body, my cock against her cunt, her lips against mine
As she kisses me, she aligns me to her hole, starting to sit on my cock
Her tongue plays with mine as I grip her hips so hard, wiggling down my cock so slowly, her cunt impaling on my length so pleasurably
I feel her pussy walls open slightly for me, then cling onto me, throbbing and sucking me in
I moan in her mouth, breathing harder and harder as she bottoms me out, her cunt squeezing the life from my cock
"Oh god", I cry, breaking the kiss, "Yes baby. Fuck, oh my god"
She sits up, pleasure on her face as her cunt spasms around me
I'm so antsy, wanting her to move desperately
My cock hurts from being so hard and while her fluttering cunt is helping, it's not enough
"Please, fuck me jagi. Please", I beg, dying for her to bounce on my cock, "I...I was your good boy baby. I'm still your good boy. Fuck me baby. Please, my cock hurts so much jagi. Please, fuck me"
"Aww baby's dick hurts? Why", she teases, her tone mean
And it does nothing but make me more horny
"Bbb...because I'm so hard baby"
"But you're in my pussy. Isn't that what you wanted? I'm clenching on your cock, that isn't that enough?"
I shake my head, "No baby. Mmmm...maybe if I wasn't so horny but I've wanted you for the last two months and now that you're around me....I need you to fuck me. I promise I'll listen to you baby, I'll do whatever you want, just fuck my cock. Please"
"Hmm...dunno what I like better. Dom Joongie or sub Joongie", she smirks, tilting her head, "Sub Joongie begging for my cunt or Dom Joongie demanding it"
"I..I can do both jagi", I tell her
I can be a switch for her
Honestly, I like being dominated by her
I'm usually dominant because I haven't felt comfortable or really trusted the girls I fucked to be submissive to them
But I feel absolutely comfortable with her
I trust her with my life
I know she'd never judge me, never hurt me
I feel completely safe with her
"Hmmm I like that. I can do both too Joongie", she giggles, rocking on my dick, her pussy throbbing wonderfully, "We can play a lot together, baby"
I groan, nodding, "Fuck yes. Play with your pretty pussy jagi. Fuck, as long as I'm inside you, I don't care how we play. I'll do whatever my baby wants"
"Good boy", she says, shivers running up my spine
She leans over me, her hands on my chest as she starts bouncing
Hard and fast
Pleasure explodes in my body, a loud cry leaving my mouth, fingers digging in her hips again
I know I'm gonna leave so many bruises and nail marks on her but I can't help it
It feels so mind blowing good
Her cunt is swallowing my cock so well, creaming my length in so much cream and juice, it's absolutely everywhere, the wet squelching sound of her pussy taking my shaft so fucking beautiful
As is the sight of her riding me
So fucking stunning
Her hips grind against me when she takes me in, my head hitting her spot again and again, her moans so fucking pornographic
She is fucking amazing at riding cock
The pleasure is fucking intense and I'm both shocked and not shocked to feel tears running down my face
I made her cry last time and now she's working my cock so good she's making me cry
"Aww baby, so pretty crying for my pussy", she teases
I nod, hiccuping, "Sss...so good. Mmm..my pretty jagi"
"Yeah baby?", she smirks, "Wanna try something that I like and see if you like it too?"
I nod rapidly, "Yes baby"
I'll try anything once, especially with her
She smiles wider, her hand moving from my chest and wraps around my neck
My cock throbs so hard in her cunt at this once gesture and I'm so fucking excited
"Hmmm I think my baby boy is excited", she giggles, "I feel you're pretty hard cock throbbing in my pussy"
I nod, "Please"
She bounces harder just as her hand squeezes my neck, cutting my air off
My head fills with fluff, my heart pounding the only sound in my head
The feel of her pussy around my cock heightens, the pleasure soaring to an intensity level I've never felt before
She lets go of my neck and I suck in a breath, then sob so much more out of the phenomenal pleasure
She wipes my eyes, asking, "Good baby?"
I nod, not able to say anything at the moment
"Good", she says, bouncing on my cock like no one has every before
It's like she has leg muscles of steel
"My cock feels so good", she whimpers
"Yyy...your cock?", I ask, her eyes flashing at me
"This is my cock", she tells me, her hand choking me again as she speaks
God, its so good
Her pussy is so tight, feeling fucking out of this world to barrel through
"My cock to fuck. My cock to cum on", she continues, "This cock belongs in my pussy only. This cock cums in my cunt only. In my mouth only. Understand?"
"Yes", I shout when she lets go of my neck, my body arching, pushing my cock in as much as I can, "You're cock jagi. It's yours. I'm yours. All yours"
"Damn right", she says, her pussy so close to coming
The way she's tugging on my cock, holding me in a death grip, I'm so excited to feel her cum again
"Cum on my cock", I beg, "Please"
"Begging again baby?"
"Yes", I whimper
"You're lucky your cock is amazing baby. I'm gonna cum really soon"
I nod, waiting anxiously
She moves down, her spot right against my head and she screams my name as she climaxes
Her beautiful body shakes on top of me, her head back, eyes closed, squirt exploding from her cunt, all over my cock, my lap, her bed
"Hongjoong! Oh fuck, god! Hongjoong!"
I take the absolute pleasure that assaults me, screaming her name
"Baby..I'm...I'm..", I cry, so ready to blow my load
"No", she moans loudly, "No Joongie. Don't cum"
Ffffuuucccckkk
I do my best to push it back, whining and sobbing harder as I let her ride out her orgasm on me
When she finishes, she looks down at me, "You cum when I say you can"
I nod, breathing hard, trying to calm down my sobs
"Good boy", she answers, rocking on my dick, rubbing her spot on my head again, "I'm gonna cum on this cock one more time then you can ok?"
I nod, whispering, "Ok"
"Good boy", she says, leaning down and kissing my cheek, "My good Joongie"
She moves her hands back on my leg, grinding on my cock, giving me bounces in-between
I watch her boobs jiggle, sweat dripping down between them, mesmerized at how this gorgeous girl is mine
At how much she wants me, just as much as I want her
At how her pussy easily and eagerly takes my cock, at how ready she is to do anything with me
I'm so fucking lucky
"Hhh.. Hongjoong", she moans, bouncing now, tremors rippling in her perfect skin, "Oh baby, fuck"
She orgasms so beautifully, her cunt clenching my cock in a death grip over and over, pretty cream running from her pussy
Pleasure hurdles over me as I watch her, holding off my orgasm until she tells me I can cum
She rides me through her orgasm, her pussy so fucking tight
When she finishes, she leans over me, her hips still bouncing, her hand wrapped around my neck
"Make a mess in my pussy Joongie", she smirks, her hand cutting off my air as she bounces down hard, feeling her cunt pulse so acutely
I can't hold it, gripping her hips hard as I hold her on me, astounding ecstasy washing over me as I cum deep in her cunt
My body arches and shakes hard, my mind blank, shivers running up and down my back, all senses heightened
My screams of her name break the silence when she lets go of my neck, her amazing pussy throbbing and milking my cock
"Joanne...ngl...so..baby...", I babble as tears of pure pleasure run down my face
"Mmm yeah Joongie", she murmurs, rocking on my dick, "Cock feels so good. Throbbing so much inside me. Nice warm cum filling me up. Love it baby"
I choke out sounds as the pleasure lasts for what seems like hours
I swear I've never come this hard or this good before
Finally when it starts tapering off, I sink into her bed, completely exhausted
I feel her hands wiping my tears, her lips pressing kisses all over my face as she praises me
"Good boy Joongie. You were such a good baby. I love you so much"
"Llll....love...you", I get out, my head still pleasantly empty
She climbs off me and I hear a door open but I can't manage to open my eyes
I can't move
A minute later, I feel a cool wet towel around my lap and dick, realizing she's cleaning me up
Fuck, I should be doing that for her
I want to, it's just a monumental task to even open my eyes
The bed dips next to me, her arms moving me until we're snuggled together, my head laying on her squishy boob
Her arms encircle me, fingers of one hand running in my hair and I'm in such bliss
"I love you Hongjoong", she whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of my hair
"I love you Jo", I manage to get out, slowly moving my arms around her
Her other hand moves to my back, rubbing up and down as she continues to play with my hair
I should be doing this for her
I should be rubbing her legs and thighs
She rode me for over an hour, giving me so much pleasure
I should be holding her, playing with her hair
Last time I didn't take care of her either
She took care of me
I'm already slacking and I need to be better
"Jagi", I say sleepily, moving and trying to sit up but her arms stay locked around me
"Stay baby. Sleep ok?"
"I...I. can't....I should....take care....you", I mumble, fighting to stay awake
"Shh baby. I'm taking care of you now baby"
"But I should...last time...didn't.."
"Doesn't matter Joongie. You need it baby. I love taking care of you baby. I promise", she whispers, pressing kisses to my forehead
"But-"
"It's ok baby", she says softly, reassuringly, her fingers running through the strands of my hair, "I promise. Sleep Joongie. I love you so much"
"I love you....so..much", I answer, halfway asleep
She kisses me again and this time I just give in to the feel of her hand on my back, her fingers in my hair, the feel of being in her arms
The feel of her love surrounding me
And that's how I fall asleep
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I have a feeling somebody already requested this as it's painfully obvious at this time of year (if somebody did indeed request something similar ignore me lol), but.... Christmas with Ramattra? Just some cute gen fluff of making this does-not-care-about-human-traditions robot go huh, this is kind of nice actually. Headcanons or fic, whichever you prefer/have time to make :)
Uploading this one on Christmas Eve, I will get to the one before this request before the year is over-
You were the only one who requested a Christmas theme fic! Such a pleasure to write, as always~
Ramattra x Reader (gen)
Word count: 1267
Ramattra had spent many years on his own and never really grew accustomed to human traditions. He never took part for many reasons; he never fit in, never knew what to do, never had anyone to spend the holiday with.
When you stumbled into his life, quite literally, one fateful night, he never once looked back. You had been a grounding mechanism for him, one that he relied on more times than he would like to admit it.
He was pulled out of his meditative state by you almost screaming in the apartment you shared with him.
“Rama! Ramattra, look!” Your voice was higher than usual as excitement rang loud.
The omnic peers in from the other room, noticing that you’re staring out of the window watching the snow fall. When you turn to face him after hearing the telltale creak in the floor, he sees the way your eyes are lit up and the smile on your face pulled a few wires inside of him.
“It is just snow.” He states, wandering over.
“I know!” You grab him by the arm and pull him closer to the window. “I know it’s only snow but for someone who rarely ever saw snow, even as a kid, makes me wanna be a kid again.”
The omnic hums, staring out of the window with you. “It snowed a lot in Nepal, back at the monastery.”
“Really?” You turn to look at him, curiosity in your eyes. “Did you ever want to go out and make snow angels?”
“Snow angels?”
“You lay in the snow and move your arms and legs like this.” You mimic the motions, still smiling.
“No. It had never once crossed my mind.”
“Well,” you start, hands on your hips. “When the snow gets a little thicker, we are going out and making snow angels.”
“I would rather short circuit.” He chuckles, but doesn’t seem opposed to the idea.
So, you sat by the window watching the snow fall for a few hours. There were several other children and families having fun in the snow, having snowball fights and making scuffed snowmen. It warmed your heart watching them, knowing that soon, when those families have gone to bed, you and Ramattra could go out and have your own fun for the evening. Afterall, it was Christmas Eve.
It hit 11pm by the time the snow had fallen thick enough and there were no other children outside. Grabbing your hat, scarf and gloves, you practically drag the omnic out of the comfort of the apartment and out into the cold, wintery air.
“Slow down.” Ramattra demands, letting you pull him outside and to the park not far from the apartment.
“Come on!” You keep pulling him before throwing the park gate open and dragging him to a nearby snow patch. “Lighten up a little.”
Ramattra scoffs as he watches you throw yourself down into the snow, arms and legs spread as you start making your angel.
“Join me.” You giggle despite feeling the cold wetness through your coat.
It takes the omnic a moment to think about the damages that could be caused by doing such an activity, but seeing the smile on your face, the excitement within your eyes, he dismisses the negative thoughts and kneels down before falling onto his back into the snow.
His system flares up with temperature issues, but he ignores them to move his arms, creating his own omnic snow angel.
When you stand up a few moments later, offering a hand to your partner who takes it willingly, you both step back and look at the angels in the snow.
“Mine looks wrong.” Ramattra states, tilting his head to the side as he brushes off the snow from his shoulders.
You giggle in response, nudging him with your elbow. “It doesn’t look too bad!” The smile never wavered as you hide behind the lie. It looks crooked, one arm shorter than the other and just two legs pointing out.
Ramattra catches you smiling but dismisses it with a sigh as he heats his internal mechanisms.
“We never had snow thick enough to do that when I was younger.” You say, a sadness filling your tone. “Whenever it did snow, it wouldn’t last long, or it would snow at night and the kids who were awake early got to play in it all and it turned to slush.”
He turns to you, a feeling of sympathy flowing through him.
“Besides, living in the city meant it was always warmer so it would melt quicker. I have never even had a snowball fight when I was younger.” You laugh nervously, kicking a stone as you walk forward.
“You humans are peculiar. Why would you throw ice at each other for fun?”
“Because it is fun. Not throwing ice, if you did that, you were a bad person. There have been several stories of kids hiding stones in the middle of snowballs and throwing them at people.” You sigh, looking up at the stars. “Some people take the fun outta it.”
Ramattra walks alongside you, humming in response. “I see.”
“Yeah…” Another nervous laugh. “Anyway, let’s head back, it’s getting cold and my back is wet and starting to freeze.”
“Of course.” Ramattra turns a little too quickly, the ice beneath his feet causing him to slip and fall back with a thud.
“Oh my- are you okay?” You look down at him, trying to hold back the laughter.
The omnic doesn’t respond for a moment as he checks if any serious damage has been done, and when everything comes back clear, he nods, attempting to stand but only slipping again.
“Ramattra, please.” You laugh, offering your hand to help the poor omnic up.
“I am not doing it on purpose.” He states, taking your hand and instead of getting up, he pulls you down to the ground with him.
“Hey-!” You lay next to him, chest heaving as you laugh alongside him.
Both of you stare up at the stars, laying on the icy asphalt.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” You say, finally calm.
“Yes. Yes it is.” His hand never left yours, fingers interlocked with yours.
“I wish we could stay here forever.” You sigh. “But I really am getting cold.”
Ramattra chuckles as he finally and successfully stands. He pulls you up, holding onto you gently before picking you up and carrying you back to the apartment.
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When the pair of you reached the apartment, Ramattra still carrying you through the door, he was quick to carry you to the bathroom and strip you of your wet clothes and draw you a hot bath. Even though you had spent the last year with him, it still felt embarrassing to be naked in front of him, yet he had seen your body countless times over.
It struck 12:30am by the time the two of you were cuddled up on the sofa by the fire. Ramattra had made you some hot cocoa, just the way you had always liked it. His arm was draped over your shoulders, hand gently rubbing your arm as his head rested atop yours.
His inner workings were a soothing rhythm to you as the both of you stayed silent, savouring the moment you two were sharing. With the fire crackling and the Christmas tree lights flickering, the room was warm and it felt like home.
Ramattra felt safe. He felt like he belonged, and maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t mind spending each Christmas like this if it meant he got to spend it with you.
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