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chuluoyi · 7 months

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enduring love

- nanami kento x reader

love is kind. love is patient. Nanami Kento taught you all that—love and the absolute durability it brings.

genre/warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—in the form of soft sex, pregnancy

notes: based on a whole package request an anon sent me a while ago. there isn't much i can say without spoiling... just that i love soft loving nanami :( check out a very recommended track for this piece!

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Nanami Kento was not your first love, but he was the one who taught you about love that endures, even against the worst of odds.

Haibara Yu was your boyfriend when he died, giving his life in exchange of yours and Nanami’s. And his death destroyed you, leaving you devastated, as you not only lost your childhood best friend but also a significant part of yourself.

And he made Nanami promise something to him—taking care of you. And of course, Nanami would. Even if Haibara didn’t ask for it, he would. Because when it came to you, he was willing to do anything.

He couldn’t say it back then, that he was already and utterly in love with you.

You were so grateful for his sheer presence. With Nanami by your side, you felt a sense of security and comfort, which helped to fill the void left by Haibara to some extent.

“Thank you for checking up on me. I’m fine,” you had said to him with a soft smile. You remembered it clearly—it was Haibara’s second death anniversary. You still shed tears before his picture at the columbarium hall, but you meant it when you said you were fine.

“That’s... good then.” Nanami didn’t look like he was convinced, but he nodded regardless.

“You can stop doing it now, you know,” you mumbled with a sigh. It wasn’t fair to him, you realized it from the get-go, but unconsciously, you too needed him to cope with your dearest’s death. “It’s never your responsibility in the first place. I’m… thankful that you’re always there for me.”

At that time, Nanami was already in love with you, but he was also a coward. A coward who had decided to leave the jujutsu world behind, and so he took your words and left with a broken heart. But unbeknownst to him, you would never forget how he looked—downcast eyes, clenched fist, as if you had told him to begone altogether.

In the years that he spent away from curses and the sorrow that followed, he did try to forget about you, but in the end, he just couldn’t. You were like sunshine that brightened his younger, happier days. To him, your existence helped him to get past Haibara’s death too. And his love for you was already engraved in him by default, even if he couldn’t act on it.

Nanami’s departure hurt you more deeply than you thought. You were incredibly lonely. Gojo and Shoko were there, but it hardly filled the void left by his absence. They say life goes on, and so you continued to live the life Haibara had saved for you, with the hope that someday, Nanami would return.

Life is funny because no one can predict how it turns out. Nanami found it ironic, that he left only to come back.

But when he saw you again after four years, still the same but even more beautiful than ever, with tears in your eyes as you welcomed him back, he thought it was all worth it.

“I’m… glad,” you muttered amidst the flowing tears, trying to wipe it away in embarrassment. “Sorry, ugh… I didn’t mean to cry. It’s just that it’s been so long…”

And Nanami only laughed at that. A genuine chuckle. Your heart soared at the sight.

He was different. He no longer sported that geeky haircut. Now he was suave, neat and of course—handsome. You never realized how attractive he was until now.

“I missed you too, Y/N,” he said with a warm smile. To him, the fact that you cried at his expense was enough to make him happy. It signified that you regarded him as an important presence in your life, and that was enough for him.

“Are you doing this temporarily?” you asked warily afterwards.

He responded with a thoughtful hum. "I believe... no, I've concluded that this is way better than my previous banking job. At least here, I can fully utilize my abilities."

Your eyes seemed to glimmer with something at his response.

“Then, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Can you…” Your cheeks flushed with warmth as you asked, but you brushed it aside. “Can you promise me that you… won’t leave again?”

It was as if everything he had known was nullified with that question. Nanami had always assumed he might hold significance in your life, but he thought that to you, he was dispensable.

"Yeah, I won't," he said resolutely. "I won't leave again, Y/N."

On that day, he came to the realization that it was perfectly fine for him to express these feelings for you now.

To outsiders' point of view, it was bound to happen anyway. Gojo had always known that Nanami held this not-so-hidden affection for you and wholeheartedly supported him when he witnessed the effort he put into pursuing those feelings. It was comical really, that you heard it first not from Nanami himself but rather from him.

You remembered that day too—he was so furious at Gojo that he kicked him out. He looked so embarrassed. Granted, this was not at all how he had envisioned confessing to you.

"I won't hide it any further. I... have been harboring these feelings for you." He couldn't even look at you in the eyes. The two of you were no longer those teenagers in Jujutsu High, but oddly it was hard to say it out loud. "You're free to reject me, of course—"

"Nanami Kento." It bugged you, how formal he was acting around you, and no, you were done with this too. You returned his feelings, had been for a while now. "We should just get together."

And just like that, you were finally in a relationship. It was long road to reach this point, and yet it was only the beginning.

Nanami was supportive, affectionate, and ready to shield you from any harm. You loved him with all your heart. Whenever you two visited Haibara's memorial, he would grip your hand tighter and reassure you of his presence, and if there was one thing you were certain of regarding Haibara, it was that he would have complete trust in Nanami to care for you.

Birthdays, anniversaries, and other milestones, you two celebrated it together. It was almost picture perfect—you were so happy together, as if you were made for each other.

"Kento," you gasped when you opened the gift box he had gotten for your birthday, discovering a pristine watch inside. "This..."

"Do you like it?" he asked softly, smiling, brushing your hair aside. His eyes crinkled with delight when he saw your elated expression.

"I love it!" you exclaimed heartily. And normally you wouldn't be this impulsive, but since it was your birthday, surely you could afford a whim or two.

You kissed him on the cheek, making a playful smooching sound that left him pleasantly reeling and flustered.

You dated him for two years. In those two starling years, Nanami proved to be an exceptional boyfriend. You were confident that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, and he felt the same way about you.

Regardless, when he dropped down on one knee with a ring box in his hand, you still couldn't help but tear up.

"Will you marry me?" He knew the answer already, but he was determined to make it the most memorable day of your life, with him promising his undying love for you.

Through tears, happiness and everything else, you laughed. A free laugh that conveyed your love for him. "Yes!"

The two of you were married for three years, and Nanami was the best husband you could ask for, and being his wife was the honor you'd never turn down no matter how many times you were asked. If there was one thing you'd rather see less from him though, perhaps it was his tendency to rush headfirst into danger.

Once, he went back home with bloodied side and you immediately rushed and fussed over him with concern.

"What sort of cursed spirit did you face?" your hands were shaking as you dabbed alcohol to his wound. He wasn't usually injured, so this came as a shock.

Nanami winced, but he still smiled, trying to convince you that he was fine.

He didn't want to tell you about it, because frankly, even he didn't know that much. He only knew that his attacks weren't effective against that sadistic cursed spirit with stitches all over his body.

"It was an accident, love," Nanami brushed it aside. "I just made a mistake is all."

"Still!" you lips quivered at the possible worst scenario. "Couldn't you just run away?"

"It was not that easy... I had Gojo's student with me too, I couldn't just leave him to face a special grade alone now, could I?"

Your expression turned horrified, and he regretted his slip. "Special grade...?"

You were like a flower, and Nanami cherished you greatly. He hated seeing you in distress, especially if it was caused by him.

You had to understand eventually, because you were a jujutsu sorcerer too. In this line of work, nothing is guaranteed. So you looked down and let out a sigh. "Can you promise me something, Kento?"

"Of course. Anything for you, love."

"If it ever gets too dangerous—if you sense that your life is in danger," you locked eyes with him, your gaze filled with determination and hope. "Please. I beg of you. Just run. Come back to me."

And he nodded, pulling you to his bare chest, as you sniffled against him. "Yes, dear. I will. I promise. Don't cry now, okay?"

Witnessing your tears never sat right with him, and he was willing to do whatever it took to erase that sadness.

The way he caressed you so fondly and gently was how he proved the extent of his love for you. A love that had been brewing for twelve years, ever since he was a first year in this unforgiving jujutsu world, only able to keep his crush hidden away at the furthermost corner of his heart as he saw you with someone else, until now, much later, as your husband who was yours as much as you were his.

Your body reacted with each of his tender touch. Your cheeks lighted up with the most adorable color of red, and lust was evident in your eyes. As Nanami towered over you, shushing you with soft words and asked you where you wanted to be touched, he was trying his hardest to be patient.

"Tell me, sweetheart," he whispered in your ear. "Tell me how I can make you feel better."

You were too shy to tell him, so you guided his hand to where you wanted to be touched the most, and then before you knew it, you were letting out several moans, unable to hold them in.

Nanami was always well in preparing you. He had to at least make you cum once or twice before actually inserting himself in you. Because your needs and comfort always came before his.

His thrusts were slow but deep, with your legs wrapping around his waist. He kissed every inch of your body that he could reach, worshipping you, reveling in your blushed face.

And when he came inside you, filling you full and warm with his seed, you felt nothing but sheer relief and bliss. The aftercare was wonderful too, as Nanami made sure that you were comfortable—cleaning you up and tucking you in, kissing your tears away.

Shortly after, you became pregnant. It wasn't unexpected, with all your intimate activities. It was a whole new experience entirely, and the two of you were looking forward to it, as the baby inside you grew day by day. You wanted a son, whereas he wanted a daughter who looked just like you.

You wanted this life with him. You wanted to grow old together with him, along with your baby too. And that was why, when Nanami was about to leave for Shibuya, you were sick with worry, a hand on your noticeable bump.

"Do you really have to go?" You wanted to cry, yell, and drag those in headquarters to see you—a wife carrying a child. How could they separate a vulnerable wife from her husband?

Nanami pulled you into his arms, consoling you. "It's going to be okay, Y/N. I'll be back once all of this is over."

"They named Gojo already. And for a curtain of that density to be pulled down—" your voice hitched painfully. "Kento, it must be a well-thought plan. I'm afraid for you, please."

To be honest, he didn't know how it would play out. This was a large-scale attack and every jujutsu sorcerer in the country was summoned in response. As much as he feared for himself, he had to, because it was his responsibility, and doing this would keep you safe.

With the tearful farewell and final touch on your belly to feel his baby kick him, Nanami left you to march towards the battlefield.

Life is funny because you never know how it turns out. Nanami once again came to see just how unforgiving this jujutsu world was when Gojo was sealed and half of his body was burnt beyond repair.

He wouldn't be able to make it back home now.

His chest constricted at how he wouldn't be able to go back to your arms again, or see you give birth to his child. Even though he had planned everything—in his dream, he would take you to Kuantan, away from jujutsu and live the rest of your lives there in peace.

This world was cruel to him, but all he could hope now was that it would spare you. He was sorry to leave you again. He was sorry to break his promise. He was so sorry that you would go through the anguish of losing someone precious again, because this time, it was even greater than when you lost Haibara.

He wasn't ready to leave you, but when he saw Itadori Yuji sprinting towards him, suddenly he was certain. Because when he saw his face, all he could see was the fact that he could trust him with everything.

Perhaps it was what Haibara felt when he trusted you to him.

"You've got it from here." He smiled at Yuji, as the boy looked towards him in pure terror.

Was it a figment of his imagination? Because he could see Haibara in front of him now, with that energetic smile of his.

A bloodcurdling scream escaped your lips when Yuji arrived in front of your doorsteps to inform you of Nanami's death. You were wailing and utterly inconsolable, especially when he told you that not even his remains were left.

You didn't know what to do. You just sat there, sobbing your heart out in Yuji's arms until you passed out. The next thing you knew was that you were in your bed, with the boy sleeping on your bedside table in a very awkward position.

You recalled the envelope from your husband that Yuji gave you last night. You scrambled for it, and found two plane tickets and a letter.

Y/N. I'm sorry. I'm not sure why I'm writing this either, but I can't leave you with nothing in case I didn't make it. First and foremost, I want you to know that I love you. So much more than you can imagine. Ever since our first year, and up until now and forevermore. I love you. With this, I'm letting you know that I've booked a flight for Kuantan for you and Itadori-kun as well, but I have a feeling that he wouldn't come with you. Even if he doesn't, I beg of you, please just go. I want you and our baby safe and away from all of this. Lastly, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for leaving you again. I'm sorry that I can't see and raise our child with you. You don't have to forgive me. Know that I'll be doing my best to come back to you, but if fate doesn't spare me, then please know that with all of heart, I love you and I won't leave you if I can afford it. You have changed the course of my life, and I'm grateful for it. Falling in love with you is my greatest joy, I want you to know that.

A bout of tears overcame you and woke Yuji up. You felt your insides churn with dread and your baby kick you with such fervor that it hurt. He was gone, really gone, leaving you in this perilous world alone.

And yet, to his last breath, all he could think of was you. It hurt so much, and yet you were glad, that you could light up his world the way he described it. His greatest joy.

Nanami Kento's love for you, the one he once endured and then held for years, reached you deeply. It is love unlike any other, more pure and heartfelt than you could ever imagine.

did I cry while writing this? yes.

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coralinnii · 7 months

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❋ You said what now? ❋

↳ He accidentally found out your feelings

feat: Ruggie ⭑ Chenya ⭑ Lilia ⭑ Epel

genre: fluff (uhh for the most part), humour,

note: no pronouns used with the reader, no explicit spoilers for book 7 in Lilia’s section, reader is referred as human in Lilia’s section, reader is implied to be a first year in Epel’s section, bad cat-related wording in Chenya’s section

Fun fact: while not obvious in the English translation, if you listen to Chenya’s Japanese voice lines, he likes to say “nya” at the end of his sentences.

Will I keep that fact in mind anytime Chenya pops up? Absolutely.

Also, I just started my college classes again last week (which is why I didn’t post last week). All of my classes are dense with text and quizzes so…I need to study real hard which will most likely eat up my time for writing. Good ol’ inconsistent me~

Although, I’m taking History and we focus a bit on the age of nobility and old kingdoms…so maybe some inspiration for my villain/ess!au series (or maybe not cuz history is weirder than one thinks…)

How it happened

Perhaps a little sneaky, Ruggie is someone reliable, resourceful, and fun to be around. You started to fall for him and even that sneaky side of his became endearing to you.

But bigger, financial priorities occupy the hyena beastman’s mind more than anything else. Unless he can make a madol from it or get a freebie, his interest in anything else is seemingly non-existent. It was rather easy to keep your feelings to yourself when the topic of love rarely, if ever, comes up.

So it came to a surprise to you when the shaggy-haired sophomore mentioned his coworkers at a part-time job he picked up in town.

He started ranting about how a duo at his workplace started an unlikely relationship a few days ago. According to him, the two were from two different worlds and didn’t appear to be either of their types.

“Doesn’t make any sense if you ask me” he mumbled, scratching his fluffy head by the sudden revelation at his job.

You nodded and hummed as he recounted his workday with you, but in all honesty, you didn’t share his confusion over the so-called sudden pairing. By the way Ruggie described the couple, it does sound like their personalities wouldn’t mesh well and would theoretically clash too much for anything to bloom between them.

But attraction follows no simple formula. No one can stop themselves from falling for someone. You yourself were an example.

“Love is never predictable, Ruggie.” you commented without thinking, perhaps too distracted by the cute love story of Ruggie’s coworkers or it could be that you’re drowning in the warm feelings from being so close to your crush that your mouth is running too comfortably on its own. “I mean, I never thought you were my type but I still ended up-“

You shut your mouth before you could finish but looking at the wide-eyed expression on Ruggie’s face, the effort was moot.

“You still ended up?”

…Shoot.

What happens now?

Colour him shocked. Ruggie never entertained the idea that you would like him, out of all people.

He could’ve pretended not to figure it out, or convince himself that it was a misunderstanding. But he knew when he saw your flustered embarrassment and your cute stuttering trying to come up with an excuse, there was no misunderstanding. You like him.

Ruggie has a good amount of ego and he wouldn’t downplay his boyish good looks (odds are it got him out of a few close calls), but in a school of celebrities, royalty, and guys with money coming out the wazoo? He knows when he’s outmatched.

To be honest, his brain froze for a moment at your slip up. He clutched his heart which stuttered out of beat, his ears and tail stood in attention like a meerkat. Jack was worried watching his upperclassman in such a daze while folding laundry, heck it even got Leona raising a brow over the uncharacteristic clocked out look on his shorter dormmate.

But, Ruggie is a workaholic hyena. Always planning his way to work up the ladder to earn some good madol. Even if he likes the idea of making a family of his own, romance wasn’t in his peripheral vision at the moment. Not while he’s working multiple jobs at once. He would honestly feel a little bad because he knows he’ll end up ignoring any poor soul stuck with him.

As bad as it is, he might at first think to pretend he heard nothing about your feelings. He couldn’t bring himself to make you go through that, to be in a relationship where work takes precedence over you.

But then he thought it wouldn’t be so bad…snuggling up to you during one of his rare free time. Maybe you’re the type to surprise him with lunch and he could rest on your lap while you brush his hair. Would you maybe rub his sore muscles after an arduous club training session? Having boyfriend privileges means no one can complain when he slides up to your side, keeping your attention to himself without having to share…

Screw it, he’ll figure something out. He’s a greedy hyena through and through

Shyeheehee! Better be ready for what you’re asking for. Once I’ve set my eyes on something, I’m not lettin’ it get away!

How it happened

This man is a literal magic trick, appearing and disappearing to revel in the shock of his unsuspecting audience. As elusive as he is, the times he does show up brings a shock of joy and excitement to you.

It seems that the purple-haired student has made it a habit to join the Heartslabyul’s unbirthday parties from time to time, enjoying the occasional chaos and keeping you company to your conflicted delight.

You didn’t know why but Chenya made it his mission to fluster you every chance he gets, with cheeky comments and sly touches as he leads you away from incoming mishaps such as a stray splash of paint or a flying slice of cake. You don’t know why but the cat-like menace has taken a shine to teasing you out of the blue. Sometimes he would suddenly whisper nonsensical riddles into your ear, or tap your shoulder to then poke your cheek as you turn. Small silly pranks that should annoy you but your body becomes filled with butterflies when he smiles that charming grin at you.

How maddening, you thought as you fell for another sneaky surprise from the impish beastman. Once again, Chenya appeared right behind you, smiling just over your shoulder which gave you and your friends a fright (for different reasons) to which he took pleasure in, judging from the mischievous grin on his lips.

Your shouting caught the attention of the other Heartslabyul students and recognizing the white jacket and castle emblem, their eyes boiled with competitive rage. An RSA student? On Night Raven territory?!

“Ah, looks like fun time is over. I’ll just show meowself out~” and like a mirage, Chenya’s figure disappeared as the NRC students failed to catch even a strand of his fur. Not even when he took a second longer to fade out just so he could teasingly tickle the tip of your nose with his fluffy striped tail.

The students kept on making a fuss, eager to teach the mischief maker a lesson for trespassing on rival territory. You sighed at the wasteful effort, assuming that Chenya would be smart enough to have left long ago.

“Why must my crush be such a frustrating person?” Angry hollers and Riddle’s commanding cease-and-desist orders overwhelmed your tired voice, and your soft words ended up softly carried off into the wind.

But your words caught the interest of a curious ear before it disappeared.

What happens now?

Curiouser and curiouser. He was not expecting such a confession. Though to be fair, he supposed you didn’t mean for anyone to hear it.

Chenya found joy being in your company. The shock in your bright eyes followed by your cute laugh sends a warm, giddy feeling in his heart that he just could not stop. He had a feeling he knew what these feelings could be but he was content with what he could get in the rare moments he can see you.

But now, when he realized what your cute reactions meant? That sends whole new exciting feelings within him. It’s fuzzy and warm as usual, but now also shocking and thrilling. The sneaky beastman is grinning for more than one reason now.

He won’t immediately confess back. Considering this wonderful predicament where you don’t know he knows of your affections, his playful nature compels him to milk the fun of this situation for all its worth.

If you thought his cheeky antics were bad enough, you haven’t seen his flirty side till now. Playful taps on the shoulders become sneaky grabs by the waist, and just when you think he’s gone, his signature grin would grace your vision as he fades into view, a little too close to your own face. Sometimes when he feels emboldened, Chenya would sweep you off your feet for a spontaneous walk along the sweet breeze.

When you’re finally at your wit’s end, when all his teasing and heart-fluttering gestures fills you to the point of combusting in flustered frustration, that’s when he’ll finally tell you his reciprocated feelings, perhaps while stealing a quick kiss when you least suspect it. All to see that terribly adorable look on your pretty face.

Every adventure requires a first step. I’m excited to see where we’ll go together from meow on~

How it happened

See, you thought he already knew. You swore he did. Why else would he tease you so much with his sweet compliments and flirty jokes? The mysterious senior spoke to you as though you were a naive child crushing on their older peer, which you supposed wasn’t entirely wrong.

The way he treated you with so much care and love that you wondered if he already suspected of your feelings and was being considerate to you. He listens to your rambles as though he has all the time in the world for you, compliments you on your achievements as though he’s genuinely proud of your hard work, and he jokes with you with that boyish charm of his. But the scarlet-eyed fae never pursued further with advances with you, which made you think that perhaps this was just who Lilia was, a strange but friendly man, unwilling to hurt your feelings. Were you grasping at straws and misconstruing his intentions?

With a heavy heart, you tried your best to give up your hopes but maintained a cordial bond with Lilia, not wanting to avoid the jovial fae so suddenly (well, without having to explain why anyways)

But one day, when you were walking with the smiling senior, he started talking about a souvenir shirt that Kalim had given him during their club meeting. It was a shirt patterned erratically with various colours and pictures of tiny bats littered about. It was an eccentric visual of fabric but it strangely fits the equally eccentric man.

“What are your thoughts? Would I not look absolutely adorable in this?” Lilia asked, holding the shirt in front in his uniform with a boyish smile, his fangs peeking out slightly. But you rolled your eyes as you sighed exasperated by this man’s antics.

“Don’t you think that’s unfair for you to ask me?” You looked at him with a pout, somewhat irritated at the mature fae you’re trying to get over. “Of course I’d said you would, considering how much I like you”

For a rare moment, Lilia turned wide-eyed at your words. “Pardon? Do you by chance… harbour feelings for me?”

Turns out, he didn’t know at all

What happens now?

Guess you can still surprise this old man. He had his suspicions but for all he knew that was how the youth were these days. He was fond of your shy expressions whenever he was around and he could hear the quickening of your heartbeat, but he didn’t want to assume. Perhaps you were just more on the skittish side.

In the centuries he lived, he saw love in many forms. In the recent centuries he lived, he got to experience some of those forms of love he’s seen, with the pain and joy that comes with it. To him, it couldn’t ask for more as he lives out the last few centuries he has left.

You however, were still vibrant like a freshly bloomed flower in its prime. Was that why he just couldn’t take his eyes off you? He couldn’t help but watch in admiration as you lived with almost enviable vigour. He felt pulled, entranced to be by your side for even just a moment, just to see that beautiful gleam of life (and love, he realized) in your eyes.

But Lilia felt a beat of guilt in his heart. Your life is so short in comparison to his own. You should be sharing your youth with someone as brilliant as yourself, not pining over an old soul like himself. Humans are fickle creatures but he supposed with such short lives, it’s best to be curious and experience all one can without regrets.

He would be honest with you, sharing his thoughts with you as though warning that your affections were better spent with someone that suited you better. It would be up to you to convince the stubborn fae that he was your choice, that you already decided he suited you just fine. All you’re asking from him is if he shared the same feelings as you did.

“I may have tried to get rid of my feelings before, but I’m choosing not to run away this time,” in your eyes, Lilia sees that same vibrant gleam that mesmerized him, almost breathing a new sense of life into him. “All I ask is if you feel the same way”

And he does. He’s lying to himself if he hasn't thought of a life with you where he could steal surprise kisses throughout the day, where he could bring you to soar through the night skies as he takes you to explore the world with him. He imagines a life of silliness but also a life of blissful content as he gazes at you like a beacon of light in his life, a new reason to live a bit longer.

Lilia feels ensnared by love once more, but the burning warmth in his soul is just too invigorating. He’s looking forward to this new chapter in his life, with you.

I do hope you’ve prepared yourself, my dear. Eternal love with a fae should not be taken lightly. But rest assured, I look forward to our new adventure

How it happened

You were Epel’s close friend and confidant, someone who he can share his achievements and woes with. Being so new to the college, the two of you depend on each other through thick or thin and along the way, you grew to see the lavender-haired freshman as more than just a companion.

He has a bit of a temper and is quick to the jump at times, but he was always there for you and even though he doesn’t always see eye-to-eye with them at times, he respects his seniors and takes their lessons to heart.

When he talks about how much he dislikes his height or his feminine features, you nodded along for his sake but you couldn’t tell him that you were actually in disagreement. You adore his fluffy locks that you occasionally got to touch with his permission and his light blue eyes felt like calming waves of the purest lake. Epel constantly swore to you that he’ll have his growth spurt and will even tower Leona in height, but you like how you could hold him close to you without issue.

You love all that he is, even if he’s not too keen on some parts himself

But you kept this all to yourself. You thought Epel had other priorities on his mind and you were scared that confessing would ruin the friendship you’d built with him. For now, you were content to be by his side for however long you can.

You were dead tired during a particularly harsh Flying class with Coach Vargas and you were barely conscious enough to keep your eyes open. It took everything you had to just nod along to whatever Epel was saying, something about some Savanaclaw students?

“Who they think they are, callin’ me cute like that? I outta rip off their yapper for underestimatin’ me.” You weren’t helping his point when you thought how cute his accent was as he grumbled about his day. You were falling in and out of consciousness but thought you should at least reply back to your friend…anything at all…

“I’m sorry…that happened…even though…I think…you’re really cute…”

You were already out cold to notice your friend frozen in place as you finished your drowsy comment, your head landing on his stiff shoulders.

What happens now?

ALDFIUAHLBWAIGLH

Congratulations, you broke your friend and you don’t even remember it. When you woke up, you couldn’t figure out why Epel was as bright red as his hometown’s apples. Epel couldn’t even bring it up without getting too tongue-tied, his accent sputtering out incomprehensible words.

The blue-eyed freshman was raking his brain for an explanation. You thought he was cute…really cute to be precise, but what does that mean? Did you like him? As in like-like him? Is it normal for non-countryside folk to just say something like that? But most students around here tend to mean it like an insult but you weren’t like them, you would never do that to him. So what did you mean by it??

Left without a choice, Epel thought about who he could ask about this, maybe one of his seniors. But he immediately reconsidered when he realized who his seniors were (Vil and Rook will never let this go and there’s no way Leona would entertain this conversation) and turned to the only adult he can trust, his meemaw.

In his letter, he asked his grandma what it means when someone you cherish calls you cute (not mentioning who) and after a few days of fidgeting and awkward encounters with very confused you, he finally got an answer from her.

“STOP SITTIN’ ON YOUR KEISTER TWIDDLIN’ ‘ER THUMBS! GO AND ASK, DAGNABBIT!”

And that’s how you were confronted by a flustered Epel about your cute comment one random school day. To be fair, you probably didn’t fare any better when you realized you let your thoughts slip out.

You may have confessed your attraction to him but Epel can still be the first to make the first move. Relationships and dating are all new to the petite freshman and honestly he felt a little weak in the knees, all the nerves wracking his body like his first broom ride. But the past few days, he couldn’t stop thinking about being with you, sweeping you off your feet, impressing you the only way he can, to have your eyes solely on him like he does when you’re around. Heck, he thought what it’d be like to grow old with you, holding you like no one else can as you spend day and night by each other’s side. All these thoughts and more is what spur him to take the next step.

I ain’t too great on love and romance, but I’ll work hard to show ya how much ya mean to me. I promise that!

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wutheringcaterpillar · 4 months

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Tommy Shelby convincing his wife to stop being angry at him after an argument

Thank you again so much!

warnings: Reader is insecure and Tom is an ass still learning to love, fluff

“I’m not angry, I’m livid Thomas! You completely embarrassed me tonight, and had the audacity to place me at a dinner table with a woman that wants to fuck my husband!” He rolled his eyes carelessly, fully understanding why you were upset but denying the simple state of your feelings before raising his voice. “Maybe you would have understood had your simple mind set aside your inner personal problems and not been consumed by a ridiculous, saddening amount of jealousy!” You jaw dropped in astonishment at what he had said, before your anger mixed into sadness. Whipping your head around, you rushed out of the room, finding yourself taking solace in the bedroom.

He followed you, brushing his hand down his face in worry as he knew he had gone too far. You were just a delicate little thing that knew close to nothing about business but he hadn’t intended for her to be there at the meeting.

When he walked through the door and saw you sitting on the disheveled sheets, weeping into you palms, he knew he had gone too far and shouldn’t have raised his voice at you.

He knew you were a delicate little thing that could be insecure just based off of the previous women he had been involved with. Not only were they beautiful, but they also knew how to bargain and handle business affairs. But he had never, ever intended to throw your worries and concerns in your face in such a manner. He loved you deeply and was still learning how to show you, how to respect your boundaries. In his eyes you were his rock, the most beautiful woman in the world whom always treated him with such kindness and patience.

Taking his seat next to you on the mattress, he slowly attempted to place his arm around you but you nudged him away, not wanting a single thing to do with him at this very moment.

Sighing, his eyes scanned the room, contemplating the best way to handle this without screwing it up.

When he spoke, it was with sincerity, his voice was as soft as a loving dove. “Y/N, I didn’t mean to say that. With business comes hardships and we will fight. We will be mad at each other, most likely because of myself.” He heard you chuckle lightly through the tears, catching his attention.

“But I truly did not know she would be attending and I should have told you of her intentions.” Your cries were beginning to simmer down when you found the courage to turn toward him, staring into his blue eyes that radiated kindness, no anger apparent.

When he saw you tear-stained face he wanted to kick himself, to rewind and wish he had never even arranged this business deal at the expense of your feelings. His eyebrows furrowed together, his thumb tracing away your tears as his lips pursed together in regret.

“She smirked at me Thomas… She blatantly said to me in the kitchen she would win you over, she told me I was just a chess piece in a game I’d never understand nor win.” Thomas hadn’t known that, if he did he would’ve thrown them out of your home, had the whore walking home in fear for her life, taking everything from her in just a matter of minutes, completely demolishing any confidence or thought that she would have a chance with him.

His hand clenched together in anger while he tried to avoid becoming more aggressive than he had already been tonight. It was one thing to disrespect him, but you were far more important, and far more vulnerable at times than he was and he drew a line when it came to anyone speaking to his beloved wife in such disgust manner.

“Believe me when I say, this deal is off and you won’t ever see her again. The dumb blonde was talking out of her ass, and I will not stand for someone disrespecting my wife. She could never compete with my strong, loving, overly attractive Y/N. No woman would ever come between us my darling. Nonetheless, you are my rock, and have put up with the darkest sides of me and still choose to stand by me as I do you and that will never change my love.” A small smile formed on your face while the anger, and hatred in the room seemed to fade out, and simmer down.

Pulling you into his arms, you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, the warmth of his skin and the smell of cigarettes bringing immense comfort to your body, causing your bones to relax and not be so stiff and full of tension anymore.

He held you tight, rubbing slow circles over your back as he felt your breathing become more subtle and on track. From this moment forward he knew he had to do better, he didn’t want to imagine a life without you in it, he wouldn’t.

He had never felt so lucky to have you, and was still trying to change his ways for you, even if it was the slightest amount just to keep you near and dear at his side, just where had had wanted you. Placing a soft, chaste kiss to your silky, delicate skin as he hugged you tightly, brushing one hand through the strands of your hair lovingly while he whispered endless apologies, never wanting to upset you in this manner ever again.

#Thomas shelby #thomas shelby x reader #thomad shelby drabble #ranaewrites #tommy shelby #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinders #tommy shelby drabble

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a-small-writer-in-a-big-world · 3 months

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Closer: cbf!soap x f!reader

Warnings: smut mdni (18+), talks about sex, talks about losing virginity, awkwardness, virgin!reader and virgin!soap, mentions of masturbating, fingering, dry humping, little mention about body insecurity, Johnny is a quick learner

Kind of a long part because I can never make things simple lol also sincerely apologize for the secondhand embarrassment I suffered it myself when I wrote this

“Okay, you need to be honest with me, was the dick good?”

You nearly choked on your lunch. You struggled as you gave your friend an incredulous look, hoping that maybe you hadn’t heard her right.

How did she go from talking about Johnny to sex?

“What?” You asked in a strained voice, drinking water to help your choking.

“No, you cannot tell me that you’ve been friends with this man your entire life, not see him for a whole year, and then when he comes back buff you guys didn’t fuck.” She said and you shook your head.

“We didn’t!” You exclaimed and she gave you skeptical look. “I’m being serious, I mean it’s Johnny. That’s not our relationship.”

“You both kissed each other.”

“That-“

You fumbled your words when she gave you a look. From the outside it looked suspicious but both you and Johnny knew the situation. You were doing each other a favor which was entirely different than what your friend was implying.

“It was different.”

“Sure. When you do end up fucking each other, let me know how it goes.”

You rolled your eyes but soon she was on to the next topic, leaving you thinking a little too hard about what she said.

Was Johnny attractive? Uncomfortably so, but had you ever thought about having sex with him…you would never admit it to anyone especially him but you had thought about it a couple times.

It was always in the heat of the moment, when you were far too in your head during times when you were alone and horny.

But without the curtain of lust and need pulled over your eyes? Never.

You pushed the thoughts away of Johnny and sex, ignoring how the images of him against you made you throb, and focused on something else.

By the time you got back to your dorm, mostly things had settled…until you saw Johnny.

“You’re back!” He hopped up from your bed to great you like a puppy. “I should really sit in class with ya, bored out my mind sitting here.”

“You could go around campus.” You suggested but he scoffed.

“Nah, besides there’s no way back in your room if I left.”

You shook your head and threw your backpack down, tossing your shoes off as well as you found yourself thinking over what your friend said.

“You alright?” Johnny asked softly and you looked at him. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

“My friend was asking about girl stuff.” You told him vaguely and he narrowed his eyes.

“Girl stuff?”

“Yeah.”

He crossed his arms, giving you an expectant look but you only stared at him.

“Jesus, you act like I didn’t grow up with ya, what kind of girl stuff?” He groaned and you laughed.

You hopped on your bed and he stood in front of you. “You’re nosey.”

“Yeah, so tell me, haven’t spoken to ya all day.”

You were hesitant but he was relentless. It was better to just bite the bullet and tell him so he’d leave it alone.

“She asked me if I had sex.” You said, purposely leaving out the ‘with you’ part for both of your sakes.

Johnny seemed to tense up a little, his face falling ever so slightly before he nodded for you to go on.

“Well have ya?” He wondered but you shook your head. “Really?”

“Don’t say it like that!” You exclaimed, feeling your body warm up with embarrassment.

“Not in a bad way! I just thought…you know.”

You raised an eyebrow but he didn’t elaborate. In fact, he seemed to be getting a little flustered by the subject as well judging by the slight redness on his neck.

Why was it surprising to him? If anyone were to have already had sex it would be him considering his track record of girls fawning over him and now with an exceptional body surely he already slept with multiple girls.

“I don’t know, I just can’t see myself having sex with someone like Carter.” You explained and he scowled when you said his name. “It has to be with someone I trust.”

“I get that.” Johnny sat next to you and you gave him a look.

“Sure.”

“It’s not like I had the time to but I don’t want to sleep around.”

You hummed, surprised just like he was. It made you feel a little better about still being a virgin while in uni because if John MacTavish hadn’t slept with anyone then there was still time to wait.

However that didn’t help the thoughts. Now all you could think about was him, naked and all over you.

“We could…” he began but trailed off.

Your eyes widened and you stared at him incredulously, noticing the way his face had turned a shade darker as he glanced at you.

“We could…?” You repeated as you felt your heart jump to your throat.

“I trust you and you trust me right?” He explained almost frantically. “It’s like our first kiss.”

“This is entirely different, Johnny.”

His face was red and he ran a hand through his Mohawk, tugging at the long strands as he shifted awkwardly on the bed.

“We don’t have to do anything we don’t want to.” He said confidently despite his apparent shyness. “We’re just doing it to get it over with right?”

You couldn’t really think of a retort. You’re not sure if it would mix any feelings you had but if you truly thought about it, you wouldn’t want it to be anyone but Johnny.

You felt safe with him and you knew if you were uncomfortable you could tell him, same for him woth you.

You mulled it over, holding your arms close to your body as you tried to steel your nerves.

“Okay…” you nodded slowly and his head snapped towards you. You gave him an awkward smile and he turned his entire body towards you. “What now?”

“Take off our clothes?” He looked and sounded as clueless as you were.

You pressed your lips together. Even if it was Johnny, you weren’t too keen to take your clothes off and get naked in front of him, especially with how nervous you felt.

He’d seen you in a swimsuit before but that was a while ago and that was entirely different. You weren’t sure if he’d even like you naked especially because you didn’t even shave.

Johnny didn’t move to take his clothes off either and you wondered if he was thinking the same thing.

“This is being really awkward.” You mumbled and he licked his lips.

“Maybe we’re thinking about this all wrong.” He tried to lighten the mood with a smile. “We just need to relax.”

“Yeah, you’re right, we need to relax.”

The awkward silence continued between the two of you and it was getting harder to look at each other. You wanted to crawl under the covers and disappear. Even if you went through with it right now, you knew you wouldn’t enjoy it.

Johnny laid a hand on your knee and you jumped up.

“Let’s just do this another time-“

“Another time, yeah-“

Later, after the nerves died down, the two of you laid in together getting ready to fall asleep. Johnny had you pulled against his chest but you didn’t mind, especially as he watched whatever video you had in your phone. He had his arms wrapped around you and you had your free hand resting on top of his.

You didn’t pay too much attention to him when he moved his hand to hold your hip or when he rested his face closer to your neck, though his warm breath did make you shiver.

It wasn’t until you felt his lips barely press on your neck that you suddenly became aware of him. You tried not to tense up as he kissed your skin softly, your stomach flipping as your breaths got heavier.

Johnny’s hand slipped underneath your shirt and you gasped when he began to palm your breast. His fingertips were rough against your nipples as he pinched them lightly and rubbed them until they hardened while his other hand snaked down to the waistband of your shorts.

“Johnny-“

“Want me to stop?” He hesitated but you shook your head. He pressed a kiss underneath your ears and lightly sucked on the spot. “Open yer legs.”

It was almost laughable how quick you listened to him. There was just something about how low he was speaking, the growl in his voice and the way he touched that set you on fire.

You were wet almost immediately after he began to run his hands across your skin but now your panties had to be soaked.

Johnny moved his hand to your mound and spread your slick folds with his fingers, his chest shuddered as he let out a sigh and he pressed his hard cock against the curve of your ass.

He gathered your slick across his fingers before you found your clit. He moved his fingers rather awkwardly and though you could feel some pleasure from it, it was more uncomfortable than anything.

“Like this.” You grabbed his hand and showed him the movements that felt better.

He didn’t protest but instead listened to you. He began to rub circles on your clit, putting just enough pressure on it and doing it at the right pace that made pleasure race up your spine.

It was entirely different than when you did it. His rough fingers made heat pool in your abdomen quickly and had your heart racing.

“Johnny.” You moaned and he groaned in your ear.

“Shit.” He grunted as he began to grind his cock against you.

He quickened his pace when you tensed up and writhed in his grasp. He continued to kiss any skin he could find, leaving small marks while you stifled your whimpers and moans.

You were rapidly coming close to the edge. You didn’t have the breath to tell him before you dug your nails into his wrist and arched your back.

He didn’t stop until you pulled at his hand but he didn’t pull away. Instead he grabbed your thigh and opened your legs more, pinning it down before he stuck his hand back in your panties.

“Can I put a finger inside?” He asked breathlessly as if he were desperate for it.

“Please-“ You barely got it out before he was slowly slid in a thick finger.

You shuddered and clenched around him, causing him to let out another curse. You gasped when he began to move his finger, your face heating up when you heard the wet noise coming from your cunt, and you tried to close your legs.

Johnny had an iron hold on you however. He kept you spread open while he pump his finger inside you, testing the right amount of pressure and speed while you struggled to breathe.

You hardly had time to come down from your first orgasm and as he added another finger, you found yourself twitching and shaking in his arms again.

It didn’t take long for him to find the spot inside you that had you seeing stars, and once he did he began to abuse it.

You couldn’t stay quiet. Your moans and whimpers mixed with the wet sounds from your cunt as he pumped his fingers in and out at a steady pace. You cried out when he curled them and clawed at his hand when you felt yourself get closer towards the edge.

“You sound so beautiful.” He mumbled in your ear and whined. “Does it feel good?”

You nodded frantically and he continued his ministrations.

It was almost too much. You’d never felt this much pleasure before, never knew he had this in him, but it made sense.

He was the only one you wanted this from, the only one who could probably make you feel this way. You wanted to give him the same treatment, do the same to him but you were so close to the edge again and he seemed content jumping your ass.

Your eyes began to flutter and your clenched around his fingers.

“John!” You choked out and he didn’t stop.

You swear your vision went out as your eyes rolled back. You jolted and your legs shook as he quickly pumped his fingers inside you while you fluttered around them.

He didn’t stop when you tried to push his hand away and your vision blurred with tears. He was whispering sweet nothings in your ear while he kissed your neck.

Johnny only stopped when you told him too and he immediately wrapped his arms around you to pull you as close as he could.

Your chest heaved as you caught your breath, blissed out and mind blank as you clung to his arms. It took a moment for you to regain composure before you looked back at him.

“I…you…” you could hardly speak as you moved your hand to his crotch.

However, he grabbed your wrist and gently held it over your chest.

“I’m fine.” He smiled as he rubbed his hard cock against you again. “Wanna go again?”

You scoffed but didn’t push him away, especially as his free hand tugged at your shorts.

This would do for now

I’m closing the tags because it’s already being hard to keep track of who I need to tag. Sorry! No more tagging

A/n: more smut later on or else this would’ve been long lol

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monsterinmyboxers · 1 year

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Bruce Wayne x Male! Top stripper.

⠀⠀ virginity stripped.

pairing. bruce wayne x top stripper male reader.

dni. fem-aligned and minors.

author’s note. patman is such a virgin. also im sorry this took so long i got distracted (jake sullyyjfj) riddler doesn’t exist in this n the end is kinda rushed

content. one night stand, lots of prep; fingering + rimming, sir kink, dirty talk; degradation + praise + pet names, chest play, lil cum play, lust at first sight.

bruce didn’t really know how he got here.

but, he didn’t really care either.

the only thing he could really recall was how you moved in such tight clothing, bulge out for everyone to see and attempt to claw at. you caught his eye as he caught yours, embarrassment making his face flush, quickly looking at the ground.

he was here for you. after he say you when selina had the contact lenses in, her sauntering through the club, looking over at you with a smile and a nod of acknowledgment.

he had asked who you were, not close enough for the contacts to gain any identification, and she said a friend. he wanted to know more, but he didn’t want to seem desperate. besides, selina was rather closed off, she probably wouldn’t reveal much information.

bruce shouldn’t be here, he knows that, but the urge to meet you face to face was overwhelming.

though, he couldn’t quite seem to get close enough to you to do that. luckily, you had the courage he couldn’t conjure, at least not in a situation like this.

after your time was up, you step off the stage, walking past people with such confidence bruce couldn’t muster in this type of crowd. to his surprise, you were headed towards him.

he was dressed in layers, not wanting to attract attention, keeping himself hidden in the audience. yet, you spotted him in seconds, no hesitation or shame shown — discarding the fact that you were half naked. your lower half was mostly covered, but didn’t leave much to the imagination.

turning his body towards you, he looks up. you were bigger than he had anticipated — he had been staring from a distance, after all. you tilt your head, eyes squinting a bit before widening. he knew why, but didn’t glance away from you. he wouldn’t dare. why? why couldn’t he look away? why didn’t he cover his face, hide his identity? why did he even come here?

“didn’t know someone of your status would be in a place like this.” he didn’t know what to do, knowing that if you decided to tell someone, anyone that you found bruce wayne in the iceberg lounge, it could ruin his reputation. even with all this going through his head, he still kept his calm demeanor. you saw no sign of panic from him, but gave reassurance anyway. “i won’t tell.”

he has yet to say anything, and it made you curious. “why are you here?” you were met with silence for a moment. he couldn’t tell you why he was here, because the answer was you, and he didn’t want to seem like a stalker as you’ve never interacted before this. so, he went with whatever else came to mind.

“entertainment.” one of your eyebrows twitch upward, lips turning into a smirk. “oh? well, maybe i can entertain you, then?” he thinks for a moment, then speaking again. “i don’t want to watch you dance.” you laugh, “that’s not what i was offering, sweetheart.”

he seems to tense at your words, heart racing faster, throat dry. you catch on, chuckling once more. “you know what i’m talking about, huh?” you step closer, testing boundaries, and he backs away. little did he know, a wall was behind him, only becoming aware when his back hit the flat surface.

“you wanna get fucked, don’t you?” he lets out a shaky breath, pupils dilating. you were so close, nose almost touching his. your height difference came into play, making him feel that somehow he was the weaker one here, vulnerability on an all time high. “didn’t know the bruce wayne could be so perverted.” despite the fact that you were degrading him, you made sure to keep quiet, so others couldn’t listen in on your conversation.

he couldn’t speak, as if his voice was stripped away from him, but the blush on his face and that look in his eye spoke for themselves.

this led to the present, where you and him were in a private room inside the club, lips connecting sloppily. he didn’t have much experience in kissing, that much was obvious. but he made up for it with what you could only describe as enthusiasm. something you don’t see often coming from him.

though, it made you wonder what else was he inexperienced in. could you be his first time? fuck, the thought made you hot all over.

while you were lost in thought, your hands decide to move without your permission, rubbing along his sides and down to his thighs — feeling the muscle through the fabric.

your imagination ran wild, and you planned to make it a reality soon enough.

you guided him to the bed behind him, separating from him once the back of his knees hit the edge. “you gonna be good for me, mr. wayne?” you tease. bruce ignored that and nodded. “yes, sir.” it was almost silent. god, he was so fucking cute.

“sit.” you cock your head towards the mattress, and he immediately obeys. he’s stuck between looking at you, and your dick. it felt like you were testing him, and he didn’t want to upset you. so, he stared up, just as he was earlier during your shift. with the occasional glances towards your bare upper body.

“so pretty,” thick fingers comb through his hair, him leaning into the touch, eyelids heavy. your other hand works on your pants, pulling them to your mid thigh. you gently gripped his hair, getting his attention, and his line of sight slowly directs itself toward your crotch. his hips twitch, cock throbbing as he saw yours. you were so hard — did he do this to you?

his hands tremble as they were placed on your knees, bruce looking to you for approval. all you have to do is tilt your head, and he starts slipping your underwear down, eyebrows raising as your cock almost hits him, surprise etched into his features. you bite your tongue, finding his expression adorable.

“you’re leaking.” his voice was shy, quiet, feeling so much more vulnerable and he wasn’t even nude. he was right, a mere droplet of pre-cum gathering at your slit. “clean it up for me.” your tone was firm, but soft. he swallows at your words, hesitating before putting a thumb above the tear of pre-cum, tenderly wiping it off. that’s not exactly what you meant, but you were satisfied anyway.

what he did next was a shock to you. he brought his finger to his mouth, allowing his tongue to slip past his lips and licking the liquid off. he makes a curious face, trying to decipher if he liked the taste or not. and you found the entire process fucking adorable.

so much so, that you bend down to grab at his legs, lifting him a bit to move him further up the bed. he grunts, head now resting on one of the many silky pillows. hands grab at the button on his jeans, but before doing anything you look at him. “may i?” he barely gave you time to speak. “yes. please, sir. please.”

without a second thought, you undo his pants, pulling them off completely — bringing his underwear down with it. he had prepared himself before, but turns out, he still wasn’t quite ready for the temperature of the room, legs closing rather quickly — making him wince.

you noticed fast, jumping to comfort him, nails grazing themselves over his meaty thighs. “oh, no. spread those legs for me, sweet thing. can i call you that, bruce? hm?” it was said in a whisper, the mans legs gradually falling to opposite sides. a nod would follow that, answering your question. “god, you’re perfect.”

praise fell from your lips easily now, mouth finding other targets besides his own. after shedding some layers, you were able to suck along his neck, leaving light marks. bruce rarely goes out, but you wanted to be respectful. he still had a hoodie on, one that was slightly too big on him, and he looked so pretty in it you let him keep it on. still, that didn’t mean you were gonna leave his upper body unattended to.

you lift the thick fabric up, just under his chin, exposing his chest. “you just get better by the second, don’t you?” you spoke before leaning down, paying much attention to those hills of skin. you took this chance to leave dark hickeys, knowing they wouldn’t be seen by public.

and fuck, his tits looked so pretty marked up, nipples wet with your spit, red and erect. he gave grunts and whines at the attention, the muscles in his arms flexing as they held onto you, which pushed the meat of his pecs together. you couldn’t tell if he did that in purpose or not. but, at this point, you couldn’t care. why would you? either way, it was hot.

you went down again, but instead of sucking, you bit into the skin surrounding the bruised nub. not enough to make him bleed, but enough to leave behind imprints of your teeth. he choked on a cry, back arching, effectively pushing his body closer to yours. and he swore he heard a growl vibrate against him, sending chills up his spine. once you pulled away, your lips smother the outline of the bite in kisses.

you grin, now moving on from his chest, finding your way to his thighs. he whines, both because of the hickeys you place and the fact that you deliberately avoided his cock. it was pathetic. the flushed tip drooled onto his abs, twitching at every touch you gave. so sensitive.

you decide to give him what he wants, sort of. you go between his legs, keeping them apart, but instead of going for his dick, you grip onto his hips and position them up, running your tongue over his hole. he almost yelped, hands moving down to grab at your hair. you raise your eyebrows, looking at him. “didn’t expect my tongue, huh? it would make the most sense to start with — it’s already slick, and smaller than my dick and fingers, more flexible.”

the explanation wasn’t exactly unnecessary, bruce slowly nodding as he relaxed a little. you hum at that, getting back to work. you wet his hole, then slipped your tongue inside. your thumbs trace shapes onto his waist, hoping to bring some form of consolation. it was painfully obvious that he was a virgin, so this situation could get overwhelming if you didn’t go slow with prep.

you could hear him gulp, letting out trembling breaths as he tried to figure out what to hold on to. he lands on the sheets below him, needing some sort of stability even though he was already laying down. it felt so new, so different. it was almost awkward, but the pleasure overrides that feeling. he trusted you, somehow, a complete stranger — who has remained unnamed. hell, all he knows about you is that you’re a friend of selina’s and you work at the iceberg lounge as a stripper.

yet, excusing everything, he still trusts you. what the hell is wrong with him?

he couldn’t think to find an answer to that question, mind blurry as you explored his formerly untouched insides.

you allowed yourself to drool as much as you pleased, wanting to get him as slick as possible. he’d clench around your tongue, feeling your spit trail down his ass. your noises were dramatic, but it seemed to turn bruce on more. to know you were so determined to make him feel good, to prepare him for your fingers, your cock, it made him feel excited. the majority of anxiety from before left, because he knew you were here solely for his pleasure.

god, you ate him out like you were starving.

though, that bliss didn’t last much longer, you pulling away and wiping away any saliva on your chin. you stood, leaning over and smashing your lips against his. you didn’t bother keeping it sweet, letting him taste himself. it felt incredible, for both of you. your hand rummaged through a drawer in the nightstand — finding a tube of lube inside, and a condom. you grabbed both. you set the condom aside, opening the lube once you disconnected from bruce.

“i got more than one reason to call you sweet now, huh?” bruce may have been clueless when it came to dirty talk, but he knew what you meant by that. he was quick to agree, not wanting to leave your question, hypothetical or not, unanswered. while he panted, you squirt the lubricant over your fingers, covering two.

you press against his ass, middle finger putting more and more pressure until it pushes past the ring. he chokes on his own spit, attempting to swallow but failing as your nail scrapes his walls. tears form at his waterline, bruce quickly shoving his face into a pillow, ashamed.

“baby, hey, look at me.” he refused, just for a second, before slowly looking back at you — droplets falling down his temple. “that’s it, good.” you kiss them away, then landing on his lips. it was like time had slowed down, as if you had any control over such. but in this moment, you might as well have.

“am i going too fast? should i stop?” he shakes his head no, giving you a pleading look — otherwise known as puppy eyes. bruce didn’t even think he was capable of that. “keep going. please.”

you merely hum, your free hand grasping onto his dick, giving some distraction as your finger dragged in and out of him. eventually, once he had calmed down, you curled it towards his bladder — and fuck, the cry he let out made everything worth it.

you seemed to have hit his prostate dead on, not judging just from his voices heightened pitch, but from how much cum had shot out of his cock. it was a surprise to see, yet was greeted by words of adoration anyway.

another finger prodded at his rim, almost cautiously sliding inside to join the other. a gasp was heard, your palm continuing to stroke his half-hard dick. he’d try to protest, but no words came out. at least, none that were decipherable. the constant stimulation had his hands trembling, reaching for your wrists.

“oh, you can handle it. i know you can. if you can’t take this, then you can’t have my dick..” you trail off, tilting your head a bit, “and that’s the whole reason why you’re here, right?”

his response is subtle, letting you go — only to wrap his arms around your shoulders. he wants you close, to feel your warmth, that much is obvious. you gladly oblige, nudging your nose against his. in this moment, he had forgotten what was happening, until your digits split and scissored his hole.

he almost squeaked, whines broken into small pieces; choppy and weak. a minute passes, maybe more — you had stopped keeping count the second you got into the bedroom — and you deemed him prepped enough. it’s not like either of you could wait much longer.

taking your fingers away, you grab the condom from before and rip it open with your teeth. bruce sat there, clenching around nothing, feeling so unbearably empty.

it was hard to believe he was once in his home, so hesitant to come here, to meet you, to have you inside him just a little over two hours ago. now, all he could think about was you. he couldn’t imagine not having you in his life.

a little odd that he’s become this attached simply because you had the ability to see right through him, to know what he wanted from just a glance. he should be more threatened than anything, but he was rather impressed. it was often hard to tell what he was feeling, if anything at all.

bruce couldn’t stop thinking. you would help with that soon.

what snapped him back into reality was the sudden weight on his rim, and your breath fanning the skin of his ear. “ready?” simple question, really. but, bruce was reluctant to answer. he felt himself shying away.

“baby?” he’d look your way, and seeing that look on your face made his heart skip a beat. despite the fact that you were about to fuck him, your eyes held such softness he had never encountered before.

you didn’t have to say anything else as he nodded, letting out a small “yes”. you checked for doubt, which he shut down quickly. “i want this. please.” he ended it with a kiss, sitting up and initiating. one turned into more, meanwhile your hand helped you inch your way inside him.

you muffle whatever came from his mouth, exchanges sloppy, his dull nails digging into your shoulder blades as his focus scattered. the intrusion was restrained, as he clamped around you every other second. though, he relaxed fully when he realized that he had some sort of control; being in charge of the tempo.

you had bottomed out, and bruce wrapped his legs around your waist, using enough strength to keep you from moving — even if you weren’t going to in the first place. he let out heavy sighs, getting used to having a real cock inside him. his palm rested on his abdomen; where he assumed your dick was.

bit by bit, his thighs loosen their hold on your middle. you hold them, feeling them ease up beneath your fingers. he experimentally moved his ass, testing the waters, and you take that as a sign to move yourself. your motions sync, causing you both to moan softly. coming closer, you slot your head into the crook of his neck, getting into a considerably more intimate position before rolling your hips.

you rock into him, moving both him and yourself in the process, pushing him into the mattress as he clung to you. he took note of the details along your cock, squeezing around you simply to remember every aspect. any vein, any curve, he wants it engraved into his damn brain.

he doesn’t want to forget this night, in case he never gets to experience it again.

he’d attempt to grind back onto you, to assist you somehow, but his move lower body stutters, warmth growing in the pit of his stomach. it wasn’t much of a surprise. it didn’t take much to see how touch starved bruce was, once you got him on his back.

a few more deep thrusts, and he whispered to you, “gonna come, sir,” all you do is continue, pace picking up speed. with you moving with more vigor, he came fast, a fresh coat of cum covering his torso atop the past load.

before he could get overstimulated any more, you pull out, dick still hard as ever. he wanted to tell you to put it back, finish in him, even though you have a condom on — but you thought otherwise. he couldn’t even sit up to see what you were doing, you weren’t going to put him through much more.

you fist your cock, moaning through gritted teeth when you came inside the latex. after doing so, you slip it off, keeping as much as your cum inside.

“hey, baby,” you hold the filled condom for him to glance at, “wanna keep it?” you say this with a smirk, doing this just to tease him. he only groans, a sweaty arm draping itself over his eyes.

you take advantage of his current blindness, flipping the soiled condom over and pouring any cum that would leak out onto his abs. he jolted at the unexpected feeling, not daring to take his forearm away. you only laugh.

“don’t start licking it up until i’m back, pervert.”

#fics by jj #bruce wayne #male reader #x male reader #bruce wayne x male reader #batman #batman x male reader #the batman #dom male reader #top male reader

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Detention: Eddie Munson x Reader (One-Shot)

Summary: Eddie Munson never enjoyed detentions let alone the Saturday ones. But after walking into the classroom and seeing you sitting behind one the desks he doesn’t think he’s ever been more grateful for a detention in his life.

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Word Count: 3.9k

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader

Tags: fluff

A/N: Again, I tried to write something short and got this. Hope you enjoy! Also this is happening in a universe where Eddie doesn’t repeat his senior year or maybe it’s just his first senior year. I’ll let you decide.

Eddie Munson was by no means a stalker. His never-ending proximity to you was purely coincidental. Except for perhaps the strategic positioning of his car.

Eddie had become acutely aware of your existence in the fourth grade after having the pleasure of sitting two rows behind you in your shared maths class. Like most middle-school crushes, Eddie’s ever-increasing attraction towards you was not so subtly displayed in the form of incessant staring and longing gazes that—much to Eddie’s embarrassment—persisted strongly for many years.

But as middle school turned into high school and as Eddie’s hair began to grow along with his height (which apparently had no plans in slowing anytime soon) he found himself crossing paths with you more often than not. In freshman year your timetables were practically identical. In sophomore year your family had moved houses to one that just so happened to be on the same bus route as Eddie’s. And then, when Eddie finally got his licence, he quickly came to realise that the most convenient place for him to park was right next to the sporting field. It was merely a coincidence that it just so happened to mean that he also was always able to catch a glimpse of you during your track practices after school.

Whilst Eddie’s run-ins with you were never undesired and whilst they had led to a casual acquaintanceship to exist easily between the two of you, he was wholeheartedly surprised when he waltzed into his Saturday detention as usual only to find the very object of his desires sitting behind one of the desks.

Eddie halted abruptly in the doorway when he saw you, his mouth slightly agape as Dustin Henderson walked straight into his back.

“Stop being an ass, Munson. Move it.”

Dustin shoved Eddie forward as he stepped into the room, his eyes following Eddie’s. A smirk spread across Dustin’s face as he turned back to face Eddie.

“Well this detention just got a whole lot more interesting,” Dustin said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“If you say one word, I’ll murder you,” Eddie said.

Dustin only laughed as he made his way to a desk at the back of the classroom.

“I’m not joking,” Eddie continued. “I know where you live, Henderson.”

This last remark was said loud enough that it caught your attention as you lifted your gaze to meet Eddie’s.

“Are you in the habit of threatening freshman now, Munson?” you asked with a smile.

“Oh, you know me; ever the bully,” Eddie said.

And then Eddie, of course doing the only logical thing he could think of to ensure he didn’t embarrass himself in front of you any further, immediately ran the length of the classroom to where Dustin was sitting, quite unsubtly stifling a laugh.

“Is it getting hotter in here or is it just me?” Dustin questioned with a smirk.

“Oh, shut up,” Eddie replied before taking his seat and propping his feet up on the desk before him.

Dustin did not shut up and as he continued to tease Eddie two other students walked into the room. The first was Robin Buckley, another strange addition to Saturday detention that Eddie had never seen in attendance before. She walked into the classroom, spotted you and immediately took the seat next to yours. You smiled to her before the two of you began talking, and for just a moment Eddie found himself incapable of looking at anything else. The soft curve of your lips as they titled upwards, the shine in your eyes as you looked at your friend; all of it had Eddie’s breath hitching in his throat. But then Eddie’s view of you was obscured by a very tall and a very lanky figure.

Eddie looked up to find Mike Wheeler standing before him looking annoyed and altogether unhappy as he took the seat in the desk in front of Dustin and Eddie.

“This is all your fault,” Mike remarked. “I wasn’t even the one smoking in the bathroom. I shouldn’t be here.”

“Think of it like this, Wheeler,” Eddie said, taking his feet off of the desk and leaning forward. “You get to spend the next three hours in a room with two of your favourite people and then two other people that you don’t know. I mean what better way is there to spend your Saturday?”

“I literally hate you.”

Before Eddie could respond, Mrs Jones walked into the room, silencing it with her stern gaze. She took a seat behind the large desk at the front and observed the room carefully, her eyes coming to rest on Eddie.

“I’m glad to see you’re on time today, Mr Munson.”

“That’s because I was in charge of driving Henderson here. I take being a role model for the younger students very seriously,” Eddie responded, his head instantly turning towards you as you let out a stifled snort of laughter.

“Clearly,” Mrs Jones drawled sarcastically. “There’s a few new faces in here today so I suppose I’ll have to go over the rules. This detention runs for three hours and it is mandatory that you stay for the whole time. You are allowed to complete homework in this time, but any other activity is prohibited. Talking is also prohibited. If you need to ask me a question or use the bathroom than put your hand up. Do I make myself clear?”

The room responded with a series of nods.

“Good. Get to work.”

The room remained mostly silent, the only noise stemming from those who were fishing their schoolwork from their bags. Eddie, however, made no such attempt and instead replanted his feet upon the desk and leaned back in his chair.

“Did you not bring anything to do?” Mike whispered.

“There’s no need. Mrs Jones usually falls asleep about 15 minutes in. Give it some time and we’ll be able to do what we want.”

Mike rolled his eyes in response.

But then, sure enough, 15 minutes later Mrs Jones was snoring away, loud enough to catch the attention of you and Robin.

“Should we wake her up?” Robin asked you.

“Don’t you dare!” Eddie interjected before you could respond. “These detentions are only bearable when she’s asleep. Trust me.” Eddie, slightly embarrassed from his outburst, averted his gaze from yours.

“Seems like you have a lot of experience with Saturday detentions.”

Eddie glanced back towards you, a smirk now plastered to his features. “Oh, trust me, I’m the school’s resident expert, baby.”

The last word slipped from Eddie’s mouth seemingly of its own volition, Eddie’s eyes going wide as he registered what he had just called you. Mike and Dustin quietly snorted as they watched Eddie’s discomfort with great pleasure.

You didn’t respond, instead turning your head so that you were facing Robin once more. Eddie could have sworn he saw a hint of a blush creep onto your cheeks but instantly disregarded it as a trick of the lights.

“You should go and talk to her,” Dustin whispered.

“And what the hell would I say?” Eddie scoffed.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe something along the lines of ‘Hi, I’m Eddie and I’ve been pining after you since the fourth gr-”

“Charming,” Eddie said.

“He’s right though,” Mike chimed in. “Not about the pining stuff. But you’re never going to get anywhere by never speaking to her.”

“Oh, sorry, my bad. I didn’t realise I was in the presence of the school’s Casanovas.”

“We both have girlfriends, actually,” Mike said.

Eddie laughed loudly. “I’ll believe that when I see it.”

“We do!” Dustin proclaimed. “My girlfriend just doesn’t live in Hawkins so-”

“So she’s not real?” Eddie interjected.

Dustin punched Eddie in the shoulder. Eddie, dramatic as ever, flung himself from his chair and wailed in pain.

“Stop being a prick,” Dustin said.

“Ohh, Dustin, I’ve failed you as a mentor.” Eddie brought the back of his hand to lay on his forehead. “Resorting to violence. Goodness, what shall become of you?”

“My girlfriend is real, unlike yours,” Dustin said.

Eddie gasped. “How you wound me, good sir!”

“Well maybe if you stop being such a pus-” Dustin began before he was cut off by the sound of someone clearing their throat loudly.

Eddie, Dustin and Mike turned their gaze upwards to where you were standing before them.

“Sorry for interrupting,” you began. “But you said yourself that this detention will go a whole lot better if Mrs Jones is asleep and you guys are being kind of loud.”

Eddie, who was still lying upon the ground as he looked up at you, unceremoniously scrambled onto his feet, quickly brushing down his hellfire shirt as he looked towards you.

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry,” Eddie said. “Mrs Jones literally sleeps like the dead, so we don’t really have anything to worry about. Here, watch this.”

Eddie leaned over to where Dustin’s notebook lay atop his desk, grabbed it and tore a page off which earned him a cry of protest from the boy. Unperturbed, Eddie crumpled up the piece of paper and swiftly threw it at the woman sleeping at the head of the room. Several gasps of shock erupted from the room as everyone watched the paper sail through the air and hit Mrs Jones on the shoulder. Nobody moved.

Mrs Jones stirred slightly in her chair, but remained undisturbed.

“Are you crazy?” You said to Eddie in an aggravated whisper.

“Like I said, pretty much nothing wakes her up,” Eddie replied.

“Well, I’d rather not risk it if that’s alright with you.” And then you were turning around and walking back to Robin.

“What are you doing?” Dustin whispered. “Keep the conversation going!”

Eddie turned back to glance at you just as you resumed your conversation with Robin. He took his seat once more before loudly clearing his throat.

“So what brings you lovely ladies to my second home?”

Instead of answering, you glanced towards Robin as the two of you seemingly had a conversation with your eyes.

“There was…um,” you began.

“We had a disagreement with another student at the basketball game last week,” Robin finished.

“Hmmm,” Eddie replied. “Doesn’t sound like a good enough reason for Saturday detention. But whatever. Keep your secrets.”

Robin looked somewhat relieved at Eddie’s words.

“What about you guys?” you questioned.

“Oh well I’m a regular attendant here. But this time specifically was ‘cause I got caught smoking in the bathroom.”

“Well then why are Dustin and Mike here?”

Eddie furrowed his brows, unsure how it was that you knew the two boys.

“Dustin and I went into the bathroom to actually do our business,” Mike responded. “And then the next thing we know Eddie has a cigarette in his mouth and Mr Smith is yelling at us.”

“I always knew Mr Smith was a perv,” Eddie began. “I’d watch yourself in the bathroom, ladies. You never know where he might strike next.”

“Noted,” Robin responded as a laugh escaped your lips. Eddie found himself captivated by the sound, unable to tear his gaze away from you.

The conversation had seemingly come to a close much to Eddie’s dismay. But just as he was scanning his brain for any half decent conversation starters, you spoke once more.

“You guys wouldn’t happen to know where I can get any food around here? I had to sneak out of the house early this morning so my mom wouldn’t ask me where I was going.”

“There’s a vending machine a few hallways down. It doesn’t have the best selection, but I’ve figured out where to hit it to get free food.”

Dustin elbowed Eddie in the ribs.

“D-do you want me to show you where it is?” Eddie hastily added.

“Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks,” you responded as you rose from your seat.

Eddie stood up, sending a glare towards Dustin and Mike before following you from the room. His heartbeat began to grow considerably faster the further that he got from the classroom and the closer he got to you. For most of the walk, he tried to keep his gaze fixated on the hallway before him, but occasionally found his gaze slipping to look at you as you walked. You were shorter than Eddie realised now that he was standing right next to you, the thought causing an image to pop into his head of you having to stand up on the tips of your toes to kiss him. A heat crept up Eddie’s neck as he turned away to avoid you from seeing it.

“That was pretty stupid, you know,” you broke the silence.

“W-what?” Eddie asked, somewhat confused.

“Smoking in the bathroom,” you clarified. “I mean you were bound to get caught. Surely there are more secluded places in the school that are better suited to smoking.”

“I’m sure there is,” Eddie responded. “But the thing that makes smoking cool is having people actually see you do it.”

You laughed. “I suppose that only really works if people actually think smoking is cool.”

Eddie gasped. “Are you saying that I am destroying my lungs for nothing?”

You laughed again and this time Eddie couldn’t help his gaze from slipping towards you. A lull occurred in the conversation just as you reached the vending machine.

“There you are, m’lady. Your very own Michelin star restaurant,” Eddie said.

You looked towards the machine as you pulled a few dollars from your pocket.

“What are you doing?” Eddie questioned.

“Um…getting a snack,” you responded.

“You know, I wasn’t lying when I said I knew exactly where to punch it get free food.”

You stepped back and gestured towards the machine. “Well then be my guest.”

Eddie stepped up to the side of the machine and swiftly lifted his leg, kicking it square in the middle. Nothing happened at first, but after a few more kicks a Kit-Kat bar and a packet of chips fell from the machine’s clutches.

“That was the most graceful thing I’ve ever seen,” you said.

This time it was Eddie’s turn to laugh as he bowed deeply before you. You laughed before reaching in and extracting the items, throwing the Kit-Kat to Eddie who hastily tried to catch it. Instead of beginning your walk back to the classroom as Eddie had expected you to do, you walked to the lockers that sat adjacent from the vending machine, let out a sigh and slid down the lockers until you were sitting upon the floor. Eddie, not quite knowing what to do, joined you.

“Can I ask you a question?” you enquired, turning to look towards Eddie.

“Y-yeah, sure,” Eddie stumbled, caught off guard by your unwavering gaze. Your eyes were beautiful, he realised, so big and attentive in a way that made him feel so seen. Suddenly he was grateful for the Kit-Kat bars in his hands for at least it gave him something to focus on as he could feels his cheeks heating up.

“How have you survived all…” you waved at the hallways around you, “this?”

Eddie laughed. “Honestly? It beats me. Sometimes I just think about getting in my van and driving until I run out of gas.”

“That doesn’t sound like such a bad idea,” you said. “We could drive until we reach the ocean. You know I’ve never seen the ocean?”

We.

“To be honest, it’s not all that great,” Eddie said. “I’ve only been a few times but it was always hot and crowded and the sand just gets everywhere.”

You laughed softly.

“Can I ask you a question now?” Eddie asked.

“I suppose,” you said with a grin.

“Why did you get detention?”

“Has that really been annoying you this whole time?” you questioned with a laugh.

“It’s literally the only thing I’ve been thinking about.”

You chuckled lightly. “Well, Robin wasn’t completely wrong. At the basketball game last week there was this guy that came up to her and started making some advances towards her. Robin…wasn’t interested but he wasn’t getting the hint so when he started getting handsy I punched him in the throat.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide.

“And then I kicked him in the balls.”

Eddie gasped. “Y/N L/N! Resorting to violence! What would the children think?”

You laughed and Eddie’s breath caught slightly in his throat before he continued.

“I can’t believe my hatred for sports has let me down. I would have paid all the money in the world to have seen that.”

“Yeah well the teachers weren’t so impressed. I thought I’d get suspended, to be honest.”

“You shouldn’t have been punished at all. You were defending your friend!” Eddie exclaimed.

“Unfortunately Mrs Click didn’t see it like that. Do you remember how we had her for history in freshman year and she came into class that one time with-”

“-toilet paper stuck to her shoe!” Eddie finished for you. “That was honestly the funniest thing I had ever seen at the time.”

“Yeah, didn’t you get detention for laughing so hard?”

“Yes!”

And then the both of you were bursting out laughing, still sitting side by side as you leant against the lockers. The empty hallway echoed your laughter for some time.

A silence lingered between you then.

“I can’t believe you remember me,” Eddie whispered. You looked up at him quickly, your gaze locking onto his.

“How could I not remember you? You were the funniest guy I knew in middle school and then in high school we had all the same classes for a while and then we caught the same bus. Oh! And I always see you walking to your car after school since I have practice on the track field.”

Eddie was stunned into silence. Never before had he been so noticed, so seen, by anyone who wasn’t out to tease or taunt him. It made a warm feeling erupt within his chest as he looked at you. It made him want to reach out and wrap his arms around you. It made him want to cry. But Eddie refrained from doing any of those things, instead simply opting to continue looking at you.

You had a curious look in your eyes now, as if you were trying to read Eddie’s mind. Your head was cocked slightly to one side, your hair framing your face in just the right way so that it had Eddie itching to reach out and run his fingers through it. For just a second, Eddie swore that he saw your gaze flick down to his lips, your faces somehow having inched closer.

“I always look for you, you know. At practice,” you whispered. And then, as if just having realised what you had said, a vibrant blush crept up your cheeks.

“I always…” Eddie hesitated. “I always park my van near the tracks so I can see you.”

Your eyebrows raised slightly at his comment. The two of you lingered mere inches away from each other now, seemingly suspended in space as neither of you leant any closer. Eddie raised his eyes to meet yours, his breath instantly hitching in his throat.

“I wish we had stayed better friends,” you whispered once more.

“I don’t.”

Your brows furrowed this time, and Eddie could see the slight pain his words had elicited within you. He hastily spoke once more to clarify.

“Because friends,” Eddie hesitated once more. “Friends don’t get to do this.”

And then he was kissing you, closing the remaining distance until his lips finally crashed onto yours. There was no hesitation in your response as you instantly pushed back into him. The kiss was fast and hungry, the both of you not being able to get enough of the other as you panted into Eddie’s mouth and he moaned into yours. Eddie’s hands came to rest upon your waist as your own travelled upwards, one running through Eddie’s hair as the other rested on his shoulder. He tasted like chocolate, intermingling with the salt from the chips you had eaten. It was a delicious combination.

In the end both of you pulled away hesitantly, not wanting the moment to end but desperately needing to breath. The hallway was filled with the sounds of your panting, both of you never tearing your gaze away from the other. Lazily, Eddie brought one hand up to brush at your cheek, the skin so very soft under his touch.

“I’ve wanted to do that for…forever,” Eddie whispered.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the fourth grade,” you whispered back.

And then Eddie was smiling so widely that you couldn’t help but smile back.

The two of you remained like that for some time until finally you begrudgingly got to your feet.

“Come on then,” you said. “The others are probably wondering where we are.”

“Noooo,” Eddie whined.

You smiled, reaching your hands down to help him up. Eddie took your hands in his but instead of pulling himself up he instead pulled you down until you practically fell on top of him. You couldn’t help but laugh as Eddie began showering you in kisses as he wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you locked against him.

“We can’t go,” Eddie said.

“Why not?”

Eddie’s smile faltered. “Because I’m scared if we go I’ll wake up from a dream.”

You leaned in and planted a long kiss to Eddie’s lips once more. One of his hands came to rest on the back of your neck but you pulled away before he could deepen the kiss.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” you asked.

Eddie furrowed his brows. “Nothing. Why-”

“Well if we go now, I’ll spend all day tomorrow with you.”

Eddie thought over the proposition.

“Promise?” he questioned.

“Promise,” you said.

And then his grip was loosening from your waist, allowing you to stand once more. This time, when you leaned down to help Eddie up, he grabbed your hands once more and unfolded himself so that he was standing beside you. He let go of one of your hands but continued to grip the other as the two of you made your way back to class.

Halfway through your journey, you turned to Eddie with a wicked grin.

“What?” Eddie asked, not being able to stop the smile that crept up into his lips as he looked down at you.

“Race you back to class!” you announced before you pushed him backwards and began sprinting down the hallway.

“You little cheat!” Eddie called after having righted himself enough to begin his chase after you. You laughed as he closed the distance between you, managing to stay just out of his grasp until you finally reached the classroom. You skidded to a halt in the doorway, Eddie nearly barrelling into you.

“That was no fair you-” Eddie began before he noticed that the smile had been wiped from your features, your gaze fixated on something in the classroom. As Eddie turned to follow your gaze he had to refrain from letting out a groan as he came face to face with a very awake Mrs Jones.

“Did I not make it explicitly clear that you needed to ask permission before leaving?” Mrs Jones chastised.

You and Eddie remained silent.

“Well, since you both haven’t understood the meaning of this detention you can join me next Saturday as well.”

Eddie was about to groan in protest when he thought better of it.

“Take your seats right now before I give you any more detentions.”

The two of you did as she said, making your way back into the classroom

“So it’s a date?” Eddie quickly whispered

“Of course,” you whispered back with a smile.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things #season 4 stranger things #joseph quinn #joe quinn #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #robin buckley

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Jealousy, jealousy

Jealous Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem!reader (ft. Cady Heron x Aaron Samuels & Damian)

Warnings: SMUT, MDNI. Oral, fingering, toy use, light bondage + choking, overstimulation, edging(reader receiving). Little bit of a public make-out scene, coarse language.

In which reader, who’s too nice for her own good and gets unknowingly hit on. Janis sees it all go down and gets jealous.

Requested? Yes / No

Well, this one’s a mess and I don’t like it. But, here it is! :D

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Janis, Janis, Janis…everyone knew to be afraid of her. Because, one wrong move and she’d break your neck. So who would’ve thought that after the junior year summer break, she would be the one who confessed to you. Janis ‘Imi’ike, the petite yet very intimidating artist whom you found to be extremely attractive, was the one to make the first move. Though it did save you from being embarrassed and too nervous to talk.

Now, it was coming up to the sixth month of your relationship with Janis. You’ve also become an irreplaceable addition to their duo, making you all a trio. Cady and Aaron sat with the three of you sometimes, but Regina was, as always- with Gretchen and Karen. Damian and Janis always told you that you were too nice for your own good, perhaps even a people-pleaser who was afraid to tell others ‘no’. Cady said they were harsh, but to you, they weren’t wrong. You just didn’t admit it. You couldn’t, actually- you were oblivious to the intentions of other people some times and it drives them insane that you’d let them walk all over you. Even Regina’s stepped in to help get you out of situations a couple times. (Janis noticed and started to dislike her a little less for having your back)

So when the new guy first laid his eyes on you, and came up to you to flirt, you had no clue and thought he was just being nice. And you being you, thought that he was just trying to get to know some people to make new friends at a new school. You started to think that it wasn’t so innocent when you saw him around more and more- he was in a couple of your classes and would always try to get a desk next to yours. You’d catch him looking at you in class. And before you knew it, it was the end of the week, you were at your locker unpacking your backpack when he came up to you and asked you out. And jesus, fricking christ- Janis has always had impeccable timing. And not just her- your girlfriend showed up at your side right as new-guy was finishing his question. Oh, boy…the friend group knew that they were in for a show.

“Hey, buddy.” Janis began, leaning onto a locker at first. But, she’s then quickly wedged between you and him. Here’s the thing though- the group knew that Janis was bound to do this the moment she revealed to them that she didn’t like new-guy flirting with you. But she wasn’t mad. Because she knew you were being nice, and nothing else has happened besides talking. And additionally, she was kinda hoping you’d stand up for yourself and say no instead of going along with him. Even just in conversation. No, this was pure jealousy that you had even split your attention onto someone who in her words, was insignificant.

“Oh, hi. I was just-” Poor guy seemed to have no clue either.

“Wipe that smile off your face.” Janis began. “I know what you’re up to, talking to her. She’s not interested.”

“She hasn’t said anything.”

“Because she’s a nice girl who doesn’t like to upset people. I’m not a nice girl. I know you’re new- you just got here at the beginning of the week. And already, you’ve been flirting with girl after girl.” Janis continues. The group backed away a foot or two. “Well, I’ve got news for you- the whole school knows not to mess with my girl. Even Regina George over there- the school’s most popular girl. No one tries to call her names, no one tries to make fun of her, no one tries to catcall her, and no one tries flirt with her. My girl’s out of reach- I’ve seen guys and girls try to get her but they can’t. They’ve never succeeded. Because. Of. Me.”

Honestly, by the end of her little…(not so little) speech, you were terrified of her. What she was gonna do to be getting herself into trouble. you backed away. The group sees the change in your body language and how flustered you simply were. They knew Janis would never hurt you. But Janis was reckless. If anyone mad her even the slightest bit mad, there were physical repercussions- and fast. In the heat of the moment, she was hard to snap out of.

You did what you thought was necessary. You put a hand on her shoulder to get her attention, calling her name firmly. She shrugs your hand off. You called her name again but your efforts were useless as she was fuming. Cady pulled you back instinctively, as though to tell you to just let her be. You couldn’t do anything else when tears were forming in your eyes and clouding your vision.

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A sharp sound of new-guy being slammed against a locker and you flinched. “Do you hear me or not?” Janis snarked, “Eyes up here, dude. These aren’t for you.”

“Yes. Message received, man. I’m so- so sorry. I did not know she was your- oh God.” His tough facade was gone by the end of it and he scurries away. Regina and her posse watch as he nearly takes a tumble, inevitably laughing because his legs were like jelly.

Janis was shaking as her knuckles were white from balling her fists up. She slams a fist into the locker beside her- her own. Repeatedly. Damian literally had to pull her away but it did not work. Neither Aaron nor Cady dared to try, so you stepped in quickly as possible not wanting her to hurt herself even more. You grabbed her forearm, as hard as you could so she could not break free from your grip. “Janis. Janis! Look at me. It’s me. It’s me. He’s gone.” You raised your voice. She blinked and her eyes changed as she abruptly snapped out of her mood. “Janis, it’s fine. He’s gone- he didn’t do anything to me.” Your voice quivered at the end. She licked her lips, biting the inside of her cheek but her eyes had softened as you let go of her forearm.

“You know I don’t like that, baby. Having him talking to you, all clueless that you belonged to me. You’re too nice.” Janis’ voice was low.

“I’m sor-” You began, but she cut you off, roughly kissing you right in front of everybody.

“Is this normal?” Aaron asks awkwardly.

“How dare you be so nice to him…?” She said into the kiss. “I said, eyes on me only, babe. You’ve been bad.”

“Okay, yup. That’s our cue to go,” Aaron decided, taking Cady by the wrist and leaving, “See you guys tomorrow.”

“I doubt you’ll see them.” Damian joked, “Okay, you horny bitches. Let’s stop giving the entire student body a show, thank you.”

Oh god, you were in for a rough night tonight.

Damian had to drag you two out of the school, standing in between the both of you. “So I’m guessing our movie night’s off- now that you have plans to suck faces with each other, clearly. “But since I have a car and was your ride to school, I will be dropping you two off at her place.” Damian decides, pointing to Janis. “That good? Or is there someplace else y’all would rather go to y’know, get it?”

“Shut up, Damian.” Janis scoffs, “Maybe a little too involved?”

“Oh, now you can talk.” He scoffs, “Whatever, get in the car. One of you in front, the other in the back. I don’t want y’all dirtying my car.”

“Now you’re pushing it.” Janis glared at him.

Okay, this wasn’t your first rodeo dealing with a jealous Janis, and as scary as she was when she gets furious at whoever it was, you honestly found it so fucking hot.

“Alright, goodbye, have a good night. Good luck in the morning.”

Janis cracked a smile, rolling her eyes as your cheeks blushed- embarrassed.

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Janis was an only child and both her parents were at work this time of day so you two pretty much had the whole house to yourselves, but you felt the most comfortable in her room and she knew that so that’s where she took you to.

“You know how jealous I get. And it’s not the first time is it, my love.” Her voice was so low, it sent a chill down your spine. “You know what I’d do to you, and if I didn’t know you any better, I would’ve thought you were doing this on purpose just so I would fuck you…is that what you’re doing?” She was already in the mood to pounce on you and you were too, the whole car ride to her house felt like agony being apart from her. You weren’t as vocal as she was, and she always topped you. No complaints, but it was just the matter of how rough she would be that kinda makes you a little extra nervous. If it was anything like the last time— the first time she got jealous, you were sure you’d be a happy camper.

"Take off your clothes, baby. Everything- now." Her tone of voice was making the heat rush through your body and pool in between your legs. You chuckled quietly as you obeyed her order, impatiently awaiting what was to come for you. While she busied you with that task, you saw her bent over a lower drawer in her wardrobe to retrieve a couple of things.

Her door was already locked, and the curtains were already down- it made the room quite dim. Was this a choice or unintentional? "Don't touch yourself. I'll tell you what to do." She says as she sat down on her bed to look at you. "See this thing?" She looked to her side and picked up a dildo - one you've never seen one with a suction cup at the base. "I'm gonna put it here. And I want you to ride it...I'm gonna watch you do it." She says, then stuck in onto the floor in between you and herself. You gulped- the sheer size of that thing equally caught you off-guard as much as it excited you. But you weren't sure you could do it- you've always had difficulties with penetration and Janis knew, Perhaps this was her way to get you used to it and punishing you for talking to new-guy. "I know you can do it." She lowers herself onto the floor to be with you. "I'll help you...work you up to it, if you want." She caresses you cheek, eventually grabbing your face by the chin. "You want that, baby?" She gave in after all, offering to help you after she said she wanted you to do it yourself.

Your cheeks were burning hot and you could feel it. Nodding almost too eagerly making Janis smirked, she started to kiss you, riling you up. Janis sat cross legged on the floor, pulling you so you laid your head in her lap: you could see right into her eyes, and vice versa. As she captures your lips into her own, kissing you over and over, her hands pushed your legs apart contented that she could see that reflection of your glistening cunt in her mirror. "You see that, babe?" She asks- you couldn’t. Obviously. But you could feel her every move…how her fingers gently traced your folds and circled your clit. So soft and loving, it made you giddy happy. She chuckles feeling your body react. “I think you’ve got it, honey. Don’t you think- do you feel how wet you are?” Her other hand- her right hand cups your breast and you let out a whimper that you could not control.

“I knew it. It turned you on, didn’t it? Me threatening the guy?” Her voice husky, another thing that made you incredibly, incredibly needy. Janis knew you like the back of her own hand. It was easy to make you lose control. And right now, she was practically going down the list of how to make you obscenely wet. “You wanna try that for me? And be a good girl?”

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Janis shoves two fingers inside you while kissing you at the same time, making you moan into the kiss with ease. Then she kept going for awhile, both her gestures. The part of her hand at the bottom of her palm repeatedly hits your clit with each plunge of her fingers. The pleasure sends sparks down your spine, your back beginning to arch.

“What a needy little thing you are…”She forcefully pulls out of you to give you an abrupt emptiness, “On your knees…give that a shot.” You managed to push yourself off her, but not before she gave you a smack on your cunt, making your curse under your breath. She held onto your hand as you positioned yourself. Then, Janis grabbed onto your hips as she slowly lowered you against the tip of the silicone. “Ah!” You seethed feeling the stretch, “Oh, fuck.”

Your heartbeat starts racing at this unfamiliar sensation, unsure of just what exactly you were feeling. “Do you want to stop?” Janis asked, analysing your face. You lowered yourself a little bit more, letting out a low groan in the midst. “Okay, no then.” She leans in, cupping your face to connect your lips together, giving you deep wet kisses.

“Okay?” She asks, her hand reaching down to rub your clit. You panted, a whine follows swiftly. You did not reply with words but just whine after whine that grew in pitch.

“Keep going, baby. Keep going.” She chuckles, “Let me see you and hear you.” Janis slowly breaks away from you, leaning back to watch you while rubbing one out for herself. Watching you ride the thing, your breasts moving along with your grinding. She couldn’t help it but moan too, spurring you on. “Get it fully in- just a little bit more to go.” She encouraged, her legs crossed as she continues staring at you. “Uh-uh, no, honey. Hands off now.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You sighed.

“Hands behind your back.” She ordered.

“No.”

“Hands behind your back, y/n.” She repeated. “Listen to me otherwise I’m not gonna lay my hand on you for the rest of it. You’d be on your own.”

Shit.

What you needed now was way more than this and she was delaying your climax for way too long.

“Look at me. And keep doing that.” She demanded. Her voice became harsher as she practically lunged at you. “Still no? Fine, alright. Lean down.” She pushes you so that your top half kept getting closer to the floor, but you were resisting so she pushed harder. Eventually, you decided to listen, your cheek comes into contact with the cold floor as your ass was up in her face. Tempted, she gives it a hard slap, rubbing the area after. “Please. Please.” You cried out, “Please, I need you.”

You couldn’t stand the ache anymore. It really began to hurt.

“You promise you’ll be a good girl for me, princess?” She teases you with her fingers, just for a second or two before she held both your wrists together behind your back. Her other hand grabbing ahold of the dildo so she could use it on you in a moment.

“Yes, Janis. I’m sorry, please!” Desperate. That’s what you were. And exactly what she wanted to hear from you.

“Thank you, baby.” She smiles to herself, pushing the dildo into your tight hole, awaiting your moans and whines. Janis was rough, but made sure she didn’t hurt you. Her sole purpose here was to make you feel good. So that could you come, maybe squirt— she was hoping. She would love to see that.

When your legs begin to shake, something she hasn’t seen before, she took the opportunity to go even rougher, twisting the toy as she pushes it in and out insanely fast. Your moans were so high-pitched that it’d typically annoy the fuck out of yourself but your mind was so clouded that you didn’t give a shit. Neither did Janis. “Oh, my girl’s so fucking hot…” She panted, “Let me hear more.” Even though you did as she said, her hand stops moving, leaving the silicone shaft inside of you as she watches you drip. “I said let me hear you!” She exclaimed through gritted teeth. Janis then flips you over, gripping her hand just tightly enough around your neck to make you lightheaded. As her hand moved about, you caught a glimpse of her bloodied knuckles. You snatched her hand off your neck and took a closer look at her hand. Something almost primal came over to you as you admired her hands and fingers, eventually licking her bloody knuckles.

Janis moans, apparently enjoying your action. You laughed, satisfied that you could make her weak- even just for a moment.

“Bold. Didn’t even know I liked that.” She raised her brows, meaning for you to lie back down, “You wanna come, sweetie?”

“Mhm.” You nodded instantly, licking your lips.

“You’re close, baby. Very close.” She coos, hovering over you, “I’m gonna lie down, and you’re going to lay on me, okay?”

“Okay.” You agreed.

“Good.” She got into position, “Your head towards my legs.” Wordlessly, you follow her order. She didn’t disappoint either, her tongue diving into your pussy immediately to taste you like you were her death row meal.

“Fuck, fuck. Right there, right there.” You pant, “Oh, shit! What is that-”

“It’s fine, just let go.” She hurriedly told you.

“I’ve never-”

“Just squirt on my fucking face, y/n! Let go- it’s fucking hot.” She answered crudely, her tongue resuming its ministrations to get what she wanted. It definitely felt weird and was a first for you, because it literally just felt like you had to pee. But judging by Janis’ reaction to your new…form of unraveling, you could only watched as you see more and more clear liquid gushing out of yourself.

“Fuck! Stop, stop, stop.” You gasped, lifting yourself away from her face. “Janis, stop! I can’t- oh, my fucking God.”

“This is what happens when you’re not a good girl and make me jealous, you hear?” She stops, you fall flat onto her to catch your breath.

“Yeah.” You nodded, “Fuck, I need a shower.”

“You kinda gave me one.” She laughs.

“Janis.” You snorted pushing yourself off of her.

“Okay, alright. No more of that.” She promised, and you pull her up. “Let’s go take a shower, hm?”

#auli’i cravalho #janis ‘imi’ike x fem reader #x reader #female reader #reader insert #smut #jealousy #mean girls 2024 #mean girls #Youtube #wlw #wlw fanfic #lgbtqia #queer

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sleepysnk · 1 year

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Hey! Saw your headcanons are open :) I love your writing so thought I would pop in.

What about headcanons for Draken and how he progresses from figuring out his feelings for someone to eventually asking them out?

🖤

a/n: hi nonnie! this was request was so fucking cute! so thank you for sending this in, i hope you enjoy! <3

characters: ken (draken) ryuguji

warnings: fluff, mentions of romantic feelings, confessions, mentions of food, use of pet names (baby, babe), draken being a cutie and kinda shy.

ASKING YOU OUT.

ken (draken) ryuguji:

- this man having a crush on you?? oh god, i hope you understand how luck you are!!

- draken is a gentleman. i will say this until the day i die. he’s a very respectful person and he honestly would be such an amazing guy to be with. now while he may be a great man, he can feel really fuzzy about his feelings. there’s so much that goes on his life and he wouldn’t really know how to react to it at first. he’s of course happy, but he’s also somewhat conflicted.

- he caught feelings for you when he walked you home one night after a toman meeting. you were at the park just a few blocks away and he wanted to make sure you got home safe. most people were intimidated by toman’s number two, so you would never get messed with if draken was by your side.

- you were just someone who understood him on certain levels. not to mention, you were absolutely attractive and sweet in some many ways. draken’s feelings for you were just so intense that he couldn’t go a second without thinking of you, or even sending you a message to ask how you were doing. he cared so much about you and all he wanted was to be with you at all costs. he knew he was a good guy. he knew how to treat the person he was dating, so why not go for it?

- he definitely shows signs that he likes you. i’m saying like really clear signs.

- he would sometimes treat you to food or snacks whenever he’d go to the convenient store. i also feel like when he likes someone, he often spills details about his personal life. you were shocked to hear about his past with his mother, and how he grew up in a brothel his entire life. however, that didn’t change how you saw the man, and he was thankful that you were there to listen and not make him feel embarrassed for such a thing.

- has probably called you babe on accident.

- i mentioned above that he is somewhat conflicted. he’s in a gang and he’s seen what happens to people’s significant others as a result. he doesn’t want to drag you into that or possibly scare you. if anything, he had such a deep desire to keep your safe. i headcanon that he’s a very protective guy, even if you aren’t his s/o.

- draken just wasn’t sure how he wanted to ask you out. he had liked you for a while. it didn’t help that mikey wasn’t the greatest to come to when it came to romantic advice. there was even an occasion where he almost dropped the bomb on you when the three of you went out for ramen on night. draken swore to god he was going to crush mikey’s head when he kept talking about him liking somebody.

- he decided to just ask you out on a random afternoon. he did a lot of thinking to the point where his brain was fried from all of the thoughts he had in it. he didn’t want to be dramatic or make it a huge thing, but he also didn’t want to put little effort. he wanted it to be something you remembered, but he feared your rejection. he found a lot of comfort and trust in you as a person. being rejected and told no would hurt this man’s soul, but of course, he would respect you.

- oh god he was nervous.

- he messaged you earlier that day to come and meet him at one of the parks near your house. you went and became confused when you saw him standing there with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. more specifically, your favorite ones.

- draken saw you and almost lost his shit when you stepped towards him. he smelled the perfume that came from your clothes and it honestly made him want to pass out. he was a confident guy but that was quickly fading now that you were right there in front of him. he didn’t want to mess it up and say the wrong thing, so he decided to just start talking. though, it was kind of hard because you were just so cute and his words got scrambled.

- “ken, what are you trying to say?” “i-i.. fuck, i like you.”

- you were not expecting it whatsoever. draken started to feel somewhat embarrassed because of how blunt he was. he didn’t mean to, but he would have kept stuttering if he didn’t. he also was a blushing mess. his cheeks were tinted pink and you didn’t fail to notice it.

- however, when you started giggling and smiling, this man’s face dropped. you looked so cute with that grin on your features that he completely forgot what had just happened. he couldn’t read what you were thinking. did you feel the same? were you laughing out of pity?

- “i like you too, draken.. a lot actually.”

- draken was so taken back. he almost dropped the flowers he was holding in his hand. he couldn’t believe it. he thought for a split second you were going add a “just kidding!” but you didn’t.. and he was so taken back. it made him so fucking happy <3.

- he handed you the flowers and was shocked when you kissed his cheek. he almost fell over and his heart exploded at your soft lips against his skin.

- “i promise to treat you better than anybody else. you can count on me, baby.”

- it was your turn to be the shy one now. his words made warmth spread across your cheeks and you couldn’t hide the smile that had appeared on your features. he was so so cute that you thought you were going to just crumble right there. you were so fond of draken that it almost hurt.

- he did end up walking you home and you actually planned a date for the two of you! <3

- i love this man 😔.

#summer responds #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers fanfiction #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x you #ken ryuguji #ken ryuguji x reader #ken ryuuguji x you #ken ryuuguji x y/n #draken #draken x reader #draken x you #draken x y/n #anime headcanons

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n3llieelle · 1 year

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Can you do an angst/comfort Leon x reader where Reader is in a depressed state and while going on a walk, she bumps into Leon. They end up having a cute movie night at Leon’s house with cuddles and food?

I need some love from Leon. >~<

YES OFC I CAN!!

I haven’t done angst at all, so this is probably gonna suck ass atleast I tried though that is all that matters.

Anyways the angst part is about the fem! reader loosing her parents bc I couldn’t think of anything else I am very sorry!’ I didn’t know how to end it but I eventually thought of something.

— Restless Comfort

Pairings: ID! Leon x Fem! Reader

Summary: What the request said.

Cw. Angst to Fluff, death of parents, grieving /mourning of death, kissing, age-gap (The reader is like a couple years younger than him), Leon being shy/embarrassed, reader slowly falling in love w Leon, cuddling, waking up ontop of him, and Leon admitting he loves you and you do reciprocate back. :)

Character Count: 19.9k

On a cold September evening, you were walking arms crossed underneath your chest through the park. The sun had disappeared, leaving only a bitter layer of light in the sky behind the clouds. Your breath left small puffs of cloud in front of your face as you walked. It was getting darker now too. The park was empty except for you and the occasional bird that swooped by from time to time.

You sighed deeply as the cold air brushed against your cheeks, as you thought of attending your parents funeral today. They ’d been married nearly three years already, and yet the loss was still raw to you. They had always been so supportive when you needed it, but now you were alone in this world with no one to turn to, nothing to fall back on. Not for the first time, you wished you had someone at home to take care of you, someone who could make sure you took care of yourself.

Shaking your head, looking down at the pond you sat before. You were watching the ducks swim around lazily, their feathers brushing along each other every now and then, creating tiny waves beneath their surface. Your eyes drifted over them as you let out another deep sigh, the sound carrying off across the quiet of the area.

You decided it wouldn’t be best to attend, but you couldn’t bear to let yourself not say any words to them. After all, they were the people you would have to live with now until you found your place in life.

Besides, never getting to tell them how you been holding up these last few months is not an option either, you reasoned with yourself. So, instead, you turned, making your way toward the parking lot, which you bumped into a tall attractive looking man. As he stumbled backward, trying to regain his balance, you saw he also wore sunglasses. You frowned in confusion before he spoke. “Oh geez, I’m sorry ma’am. Are you alright?” He asked politely, reaching out for you, helping steady you.

“I’m fine thank you. I apologize too for bumping into you. I wasn't watching where I was going,” you apologized, giving him an apologetic smile. His gaze flickered meeting your eyes. You felt heat rush to your cheeks, but pushed away from the uncomfortable and embarrassing moment. You cleared your throat before stepping away, you said, “Well…I’ll just get going now. Goodbye…”

Just as you turned to leave, you heard his voice calling after you, “Wait a minute.” Your eyes immediately shot up, and you saw that he was smiling. You didn’t know what to say as the silence stretched between the two of you. “What’s your name?” he asked finally, breaking the silence. Your stomach dropped at the question, and you felt the urge to run.

What the hell do you tell a stranger?

Should you even give him your real name, or just a fake one?

Oh no, this isn’t good at least not at this time.

You opened your mouth to respond to him, but he interrupted before you got the chance, saying quickly, “That’s okay! No need to answer if you don’t want to. I shouldn’t have asked. I’m sorry for bothering you…I…uh…well…” you watched as he scratched the back of his neck nervously, “Never mind,” and turned on his heel, striding back towards his car that was parked some distance from yours. You watched, slightly dumbstruck as he climbed into his expensive looking car.

A couple minutes later and you heard the engine revving loudly and he drove off slowly, disappearing from view. You shook your head, laughing to yourself silently, amused at his strange behavior.

How did he get so flustered all of a sudden anyway?

Was there something about you that made him seem like a total idiot?

Maybe he was just really awkward?

Who knows, maybe you are just being dramatic, you thought, shaking your head again as you began to drive homewards.

The rest of the night flew by uneventfully, and before you knew it, tomorrow morning arrived and your family gathered in the parlor room, ready for their final viewing of your parents. You had cried during the whole ceremony, though you tried desperately to conceal that fact.

After the service, you sat in the living room, talking to some of your closest friends that had came. Jill and Claire were the one’s always there for you even when you were little, but this event that took place was not merely giving you guilt it was more so a grievance that would haunt you for the rest of your life. Your parents were murdered. You lost your mother, and your father. And yet somehow you managed to try and pull yourself together by going to live with Jill & Claire. It was hard for you to believe sometimes how far you'd come since then. But as you stood there next to one of your best friends, Claire told you she invited one of her friends to join them as well.

She had gone out to the lobby fetching him bringing him over to where you were, your eyes began to meet his once again. He seemed just as shocked to see you as you were to see him, but you simply smiled at him warmly. Claire introduced both of you to each other, but you weren’t really listening to them. Your focus was solely on the man you had met earlier, and who hadn’t looked quite as flustered anymore. In fact, he looked almost smug.

His eyes danced with amusement, and suddenly you found yourself unable to take your eyes off him as you continued to smile shyly. Finally, he broke the eye contact, shifting awkwardly, his eyes darting to the ground. You blinked several times wondering if you’d actually seen something pass through his blue eyes, like electricity sparking through the air. When your trance was broken, you tore your gaze away from the man, focusing instead on what Claire was saying.

You nodded absently at her explanation, not even realized what was happening in the conversation until it ended abruptly, Claire having noticed your distraction as well. You turned to look up at the man standing before you with distance once more, feeling a bit sheepish. He must have noticed your glance as he chuckled softly, glancing up briefly, giving you a wink. It was then that you realized that he was gazing at you. Noticing that he was taller than you, much taller than you, with broad shoulders and strong arms. You gulped, taking another quick glance at him, and you felt your body temperature raise.

It took all you had in you not to avert your eyes in his direction, embarrassed by your own reaction. You were supposed to be grieving but you couldn't help the butterflies in your stomach that you felt as he looked at you.

Why do I feel this way?

Why am I falling for a complete stranger that happens to be handsome?

As if sensing your internal turmoil he smirked. He gave you one last lingering look before turning away and whispering something to Claire. She replied to him, giggling. You got up from your seat dusting your skirt off, telling them that you have to take a call and will be back soon, leaving the parlor. Walking to the closest room in the building, it was small, however, could possibly be a dressing room of some sort. Pulling your cell phone from your pocket, you hit speed dial 3 on speed dial, and waited patiently for someone to pick up on the other end.

‘Please pick up, please answer. Don’t hang up, please don’t...’ you kept repeating in your mind, the number didn’t answer. You paced in a circle trying to dual it again, but it was no hope. The door closed behind you, someone coming from behind you grabbing you hand over your mouth, so that you wouldn’t scream as you tried to fight against the person, tears filling your eyes.

They pulled their hand away from your face, letting out a sigh of relief once they saw that it was only you. ‘Thank god…’ you thought relieved, but the person who had grabbed you turned you to look at them. “Didn’t mean to make ya think I was gonna hurt ya..” you heard him mumble. You were still stunned at seeing him again after all you been trying to avoid him, but his apology made you relax. You didn’t trust yourself enough to talk at first as a blush spread across your cheeks. “It’s all right, I forgive you…” you whispered.

He let out a small chuckle before replying, “Good…” he trailed off staring at you intently. Your heart began beating fast as he moved closer to you. You gulped nervously as your breathing increased, “So um…who are you exactly?” You questioned nervously, your fingers rubbing against the fabric of your dress trying to calm your rapidly beating heart. He chuckled lightly before speaking.

“My name is Leon,” he said, “Leon Kennedy…”. At hearing his name you felt like something inside you clicked in understanding, “Oh! You must be Claire’s friend, right?” you asked. “Yeah…that’s me. Nice to meet you.” He responded, a grin plastered across his face. His hands rested lightly on his hips as he leaned down to speak with you, which gave you an unobstructed view of his chest, as well as his eyes. “I never caught your name earlier…I was trying to ask you, but I didn’t want to put pressure on you, you know?” he explained. You chuckled nervously, feeling your cheeks begin to flush red once more. “I see…my name is Y/N….”

“Nice to meet you once again.” he remarked. “What are you doing here anyways? I thought Claire told you it was my parents funeral before she invited you..” He could hear the worry break in your voice at the mention of Claire’s words. He sighed inwardly. “Yeah…I know, Claire mentioned something about that earlier.” He paused, “I guess I should have known that you’d be attending it, since it’s your parents….” He spoke softly, placing his hands around you bringing you into him for a hug. You froze up in his arms, unsure of what you were supposed to do.

For some reason, you felt safe in his arms, like you belonged there. You breathed a sigh of relief as you held onto him for what seemed like forever, enjoying his security.“I…I-“ You said hesitantly wrapped your arms around his middle hugging tightly to him, while letting your tears just come pouring down the sides of your cheeks.

You were grateful that he did not push you away, and you were content that he did not leave keeping you in comfort due to the loss.

Eventually, he gently eased you apart from him, looking straight into your eyes, wiping the remaining traces of your tears from your cheeks. “Better?” he asked. You sniffed nodding your head, “Yeah…thanks…” You said softly, he wiped a few stray tears from under your eyes, leaving you to feeling embarrassed.

There was silence between the two of you. He seemed hesitant to say anything else, but he finally decided to take matters into his own hands. “You know… I haven’t gotten the chance to thank you properly for inviting me to come here…” he said moving to stand directly in front of you.

You looked into his eyes, trying desperately to memorize every feature of his face, “Yea..” you murmured, as the corners of his lips upturned into a slight smirk. He placed one of his hands on your cheek pulling you close towards him, making you gulp nervously, his thumb softly stroking your cheekbone. “I’m sorry I didn’t get to meet you sooner…” he said softly, his eyes searching yours.

You shook your head, “Don’t be sorry…” you said, “I’m glad Claire invited you and that you had even showed up…” you admitted quietly as the both of you stared at each other deeply. Your hands found their way to his chest, resting comfortably on his bare skin, and he gazed down at you as if you were everything he’d ever wanted, and more.

Suddenly, as if a switch had flipped somewhere deep inside of him, his body tensed. His dark eyes widened as a look of horror appeared on his face. You frowned in confusion, “What’s wrong?” you asked worried. He seemed as if he were struggling to breath. “Are you okay? What is it?” you questioned.

“it’s just that esrlier I was going to ask if I could get your number, but I think it is such a bad time this moment…” he muttered almost too low to be heard. His hands began to shake slightly, his knuckles turning white in a visible sign of panic. You narrowed your eyes at his behavior.

‘Why does he seem uneasy?

And why do I feel anxious?’ you wondered in frustration, clenching your fists tightly, ‘Why do I feel like something is going to happen?’ you continued to ponder on your thoughts, not noticing Leon standing beside you. You were too lost inside your own mind to notice the man standing next to you.

“Well..uhhh” you stuttered looking at the male in front of you, “You can have it if that makes it up…maybe we could go grab some coffee or see a movie?” you suggested.

He smiled at the offer, “Sure…that sounds perfect. I think it has been a long time since I went out to dinner anyway.” he said chuckling sheepishly. ‘A date?!’ your mind screamed in excitement, your body becoming lightheaded. ‘I have a date with my bestfriend’s friend?!.' you thought excitedly. “Let me get my keys and say goodbye to Claire so we can head out.” Leon stated, grabbing his keys out of his pockets and opening the door to walk out of the room followed by you back into the parlor.

Saying goodbye’s to your friends and family as well you stepped outside, waiting for Leon to open the car door for you. After saying goodbye to everyone you climbed into the passenger seat and waited for Leon to join you. As soon as he got into the car he started the engine, backing out of the driveway.

A few seconds later you couldn’t help but notice his hands were shaking again, his knuckles white from how hard he was squeezing the steering wheel. You furrowed your eyebrows in concern, deciding it would probably be better for him if you didn't say anything. Instead, you chose to focus your attention outside of the window instead, watching the scenery rush past you quickly. Leon cleared his throat breaking the tense silence. "Sorry, my hands are a little shaky." he apologized, "I've never been in this area before." he explained.

You knew this was a lie, so you just played along.

You nodded in acknowledgement before taking a glance over to him, you were surprised to find he was looking right at you, his blue eyes gazing at you intensely, causing goosebumps to form along your skin.

"Do you live nearby?" you asked, suddenly nervous when he turned his gaze away from you. He nodded, “Yes..in fact, my house is not far from here actually.” You hummed nodding in approval before returning your eyes back outside.

The only thing on your mind now was your upcoming date and whether or not Leon is going to remember you. “So uh…” you began awkwardly. “What exactly are we going to do when we get there?” you asked after awhile of staring out the window, hoping he might be able to give some sort of response to your question. “Well…I suppose I should tell you all about myself first then, huh?” He chuckled as he took one hand off the steering wheel to fix the hair that fell across his forehead. You rolled your eyes smiling fondly at him before answering, “Alright, shoot” you replied.

Your eyes trailed slowly over to the side of him, noticing that he was still holding his hand on the steering wheel. You grabbed your bag strap pulling it tighter against yourself. The air became tense. You didn’t like the way the atmosphere felt, like it was getting darker and darker. When you had arrived to his house, taking off your shoes before you came in. He went to make popcorn and started up the movie.

Once finished with that he walked over to the living table where you sat and set the bowl of popcorn, and drinks down in front of you sitting dowm.

After a few minutes into the movie you fell asleep resting your head against his shoulder, which woke you up once Leon had placed you carefully on the couch. “(Y/N), wake up…” He whispered softly rubbing your arm soothingly.

You blinked your eyes groggily before lifting up your head slightly to see Leon’s face, “mmhm…Just a few more minutes…” you would groan, yet he moved you laying a pillow on his lap as you slept with a blanket thrown over you, his arm on your back rubbing light circles helping you drift back to sleep. Once you were asleep he carried you to his bed placing you next to him, tucking you kissing your forehead gently, “Sleep well, princess.” before resting his eyes taking in some sleep next to you.

*****

It was late afternoon and you woke up half asleep finding yourself lying ontop of Leon’s chest and he was still fast asleep, but his arms wrapped around you. You felt comfortable in his strong hold and your dreams were filled with nothing except him.

When your eyes fluttered open, you realized that you hadn’t dreamed, and that you weren’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. It was definitely a pleasant surprise though. You smiled lightly before shifting yourself to look up at him, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek. That’s when he woke up. His face immediately turning red, as he shot his eyes open.

“Hey sleepy head…” you cooed at him teasingly, running your finger across his chest. He turned his gaze shyly “Good morning...I was beginning to wonder when you would awaken, but I had decided that you were uncomfortable on the couch so I brought you in my room to sleep….ending up falling asleep myself. How embarrassing am I right?” he muttered quickly, averting his gaze. You giggled, “You are so embarrassed. I find that cute!” you grinned letting out a small laugh.

“Oh no, please don’t tell anyone else, they will tease me.. .” he joked laughing at the same time, you rolled your eyes playfully. “Okay I won’t tell anyone…but, maybe you should let me stay with you more often.” you suggested jokingly. He raised an eyebrow at you, “Hmm…are you sure? Because I think Claire might get the wrong idea....” he teased. You gave him a stern look, “And if she does? She can’t do anything about what she doesn’t know….” you smirked, making him raise his eyebrows even higher. Your face turned pink when you realized what you had just implied. He stared into your (e/c) eyes for a while, a smile appearing on his lips, “Don’t worry I won’t push you to tell her about us if you prefer to keep our relationship under wraps.” That smile sent shivers down your spine and caused your heart to begin pounding in your chest, your palms starting to sweat slightly.

Before you had a chance to respond he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead, letting his lips linger there for a second before moving his face closer to yours as your faces were inches apart, you opened your mouth to speak when he spoke. “I’ll always make sure our secret stays between the both of us…no matter what…” he breathed.

Your breath caught in your throat, the heat building up inside of you growing stronger than before. He pulled away, his face blushing slightly while you felt as if you were floating. He leaned back in closer and pressed another kiss against your forehead. Then finally closing the gap between your two faces, he kissed your lips tenderly, brushing them with your own. Feeling yourself melt into the kiss you parted your lips, allowing him entrance. This kiss wasn’t filled with passion but it was gentle and sweet. It was different from any other kiss that you had shared before.

He held onto the back of your neck, gently pushing you further into the kiss. He tasted of coffee and mint toothpaste as his tongue explored your mouth. This kiss was short lived however as the two of you pulled apart, gasping for air. A small chuckle escaped your lips as he laid your down gently onto the bed.

He laid down beside you wrapping his arm loosely around your waist, “I love you, Y/N” He mumbled quietly. “I love you too, Leon.” you responded, giving him a kiss on the lips. The rest of the night was filled with soft kisses and cuddles with his arm draped protectively over your waist. Neither one of you said anything, knowing that there wasn’t really needed to be.

All you could feel is pure happiness with him.

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star-girl69 · 2 years

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hello addie. can i place an order for aemond x reader. With fluff vibes and angst? where aemond is really in love with the reader, who is a noblewoman of a great house, she has ambition for the throne, and marries aemond only for power, but in the end she admits that she grew up to love him

i love this ask so much tbh… ok i’m pretty sure i stayed true to the ask but idk 🙏🙏 i hope you all like this and also idk if aemond is immune to fire but let’s just pretend (also this is not beta’d) (title is ofc from the fabulous lana del rey)

also thank you so so so much for requesting!!!!

no warnings i think, tell me if i missed something!

Money, Power, Glory

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All your life, all you had wanted was to be powerful. Ever since your father had died and your brother, Jason, became Lord of Casterly Rock you had become addicted to the taste of it. Since he hasn’t found a wife yet, (some part of you thinks he is still holding out for Princess Rhaenyra, even though she is happily married) you had been named the honorary Lady of Casterly Rock.

You hosted and organized dinners for the bannermen lords, made sure that new tapestry got to the library, selected the flowers to go in the foyer, and more things that piled on by the day. But that rush. Maybe ordering people around shouldn’t be that fun, but you didn’t care. You liked the power. The money. The glory. Some part of you considered breaking the norms, becoming a knight. That was ridiculous. While some were up for that treacherous path, you decided to go the path more traveled. Unfortunately, the only way a woman can move up in the world.

You decided to marry.

—-

After many months at court, befriending Queen Alicent, establishing yourself as a dutiful lady, you had gotten what you wanted. A marriage.

While Aegon was the heir, he was already married to Helaena. The second son was your best option. But accidents happened all the time. You had more power than ever before, and you would be happy, if not for this pain in your side.

You loathed Aemond.

You weren’t sure why, really, but just something about him annoyed you to no end. Maybe it was his ridiculous smirk, his obnoxious sword fighting skills, or his eyepatch. Maybe it was his powerful dragon, or the way his arms felt around your waist when you danced at feasts. You almost slapped yourself. Aemond was attractive, in some odd way, you supposed, but you swore not to fall in love with him. You would not settle until you were the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

Speaking of Aemond, your eyes flicked up to your maid as she announced him.

“Lady Y/N,” That ridiculous smirk. “I was hoping you would accompany me to the dragonpit?”

Unknown to you, Aemond knew all about your little game. He was smart, and to his trained eye, he saw right through you. You wanted money, power, glory. He could give it to you, if only you fell in love with him.

From the first day you had come to court, he noticed you. He fell in love with you. He wasn’t embarrassed to admit it. He was absolutely whipped for you, and would do anything you asked.

But Aemond wanted to be wanted. To be loved. So, he swore he would give you everything you ever wanted. After you fell in love with him.

Plus, he liked a challenge.

“Of course, My Prince.” Gods, your voice was intoxicating.

—-

The walk continued in relative silence to the dragonpit, and you took Aemond’s arm. You would never admit it, but his arms were quite nice and muscled. You liked holding onto them. But you were not falling in love with him, obviously. He was just a means to an end. But your bed felt awfully cold as of late.

“I have something to show you.” His voice snapped you out of your reverie, as he led you to a room inside of the pit.

You weren’t quite sure what you were seeing at first. Then, it hit you. Dragon eggs.

“I claimed them, for our future children. It is Targaryen custom for dragon eggs to be placed in a newborns cradle, so that they may hatch and grow with them.”

You nodded.

Why did this gesture make you… you weren’t quite sure of the feeling in your stomach. Almost if your heart was squeezing in joy, your stomach filled with something fluttery. For him to think about your future children made you want to take him right here and now.

He’s just a means to an end, you reminded yourself.

Yes, the gesture was sweet, but meant nothing. He wanted heirs just as any other man did.

“You like them?” He took your hand, bringing you closer. A large fire burned, and the dragon eggs sat on metal braziers just next to the fire, keeping them warm. You were sure that if you touched one of them, your hand would come away horribly scarred. He grabbed one.

“Aemond!” You jumped back, but he simply laughed.

“Fire does not hurt a dragon, my sweet wife.”

“Oh. Yes. I-“ You trailed off, suddenly feeling quite embarrassed.

“This one is my favorite.” He held it out to you. It was a beautiful egg. A deep red, with scatterings of black scales throughout. The color almost reminded you of blood.

“It’s beautiful.”

“I’m leaving, tonight.” He spoke the words quickly, not looking at you. As if he could not bear it. He placed the egg back on the brazier.

“Oh. Where? How long?” Why did you care?

“Pentos. A few weeks.”

“I see.” You took a breath. “I wish you safe travels, husband.” He looked back at you with a smirk.

“Will you miss me?”

“Of course. You are my husband.” Maybe some part of you found that it wasn’t a lie.

He stepped closer, placed a hand on your face. You almost jumped back, but didn’t want to be rude and hurt him. Lightly, as if he was balancing a tower of feathers, he pressed a kiss to your cheek, corner of his lips touching yours. You almost gasped in shock.

Almost gasped at the feeling in your stomach, the desire, the need for more.

“I’ll see you soon, my sweet wife.”

Then he turned and left.

You blinked, not knowing what to make of the desire in your stomach. The yearning in your heart.

A guard walked in.

“I’m here to escort you back to the palace, Lady Y/N.” You nodded, eyes wild.

“Yes. Yes, thank you.” He gestured to the open door, and you walked through, something changed.

—-

The trip did not take a few weeks. He was gone for months.

You loathed they way you worried about him. Every morning, asking Alicent if she had news of his return when she took breakfast with you and Helaena. Every morning was the same answer. She wasn’t sure.

Finally, one day, after Alicent had left, leaving you with the same answer, Helaena placed a hand on your arm. You had always been fond of her. She was one of the few people in the Red Keep, in King’s Landing, even, who was genuinely kind. She had no ulterior motive, no knife up her sleeve. It was refreshing.

“Y/N,” She started, voice mystical in that Helaena-way, “it is alright to fall in love with him.” You almost spat out your tea.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about, Princess.”

She smiled. “I have dreams, Lady Y/N. You know this?” You nodded. You had heard about dragon dreamers, men and women of Targaryen blood who could see glimpses of the future. “I have seen great things for you, good sister. You will have what you desire.” With that, she turned back to her pastry.

It brought you some comfort, you supposed. The only question was, what did you desire? The throne, or Aemond?

—-

Each day you grew more frustrated with your husband. Why couldn’t he just return?

Your days grew boring without him. Your nights were cold. Desire from the day he had kissed you still rested in your stomach. You were miserable.

So, one night, while it was storming outside, and you heard the unmistakable sound of Vhagar’s roar, you jumped out of bed.

Your guards chased after you as you ran to the dragonpit. You were relieved, angry, sad.

“My lady! It is not safe,” One of them shouted. Rain poured down, thunder cracked above. You stood in front of Vhagar. A guard grabbed you by the arm, and you tried to pull away from him.

“Get your hands off of my wife!” You almost cried in relief when Aemond appeared from behind Vhagar. “Leave us.” The guards shuffled away.

“Aemond…” You whispered.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” It all came rushing back as he placed his hands on your shoulders, meant to be comforting.

“How dare you!” You wrench yourself away from him, tears falling, mixing with rain. He looks shocked.

“What have I done to upset you?” You are filled with rage, animal instinct. You descend upon him, weak fists hitting at his chest. He lets you. After realizing you’re getting no reaction out of him, you stop.

“You left me!”

He realizes what has happened then.

“Oh, my love. I’m sorry.” His hands caress your face, bring you closer. You fold into his chest, and realize maybe you had always loved him. You just did not want to admit it. You desired him, and power.

Perhaps you were meant to be together, and your drive for power was a means to an end. A means to him.

“Do not leave again.”

“I won’t. I’ll tell my mother, I’ll stay with you.” He breathes you in. You smell of rain, of some flowery scent. “Do you know how long I have loved you? Since you came here. Whatever you want, I will give it to you. As long as you love me, as long as you are mine. I will give you money, power, glory. Books, jewelry, dresses.” He is almost begging. “Just say you will love me, Y/N, please.”

“You would do all that- for me?”

“More.”

You are not sure how to answer him. How to thank him. Everything you have ever wanted is resting in front of you now, and it is all because of him.

You press your lips to his. Besides for your wedding, this is only time you have truly kissed him. You fumble, inexperienced. You want him to take away the desire in your stomach. You want him to make it better.

“It’s alright,” He whispers, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “We have all the time in the world.”

That night, he lays you in your bed, arms wrapped tight. You lay your head on his chest, thinking about how his heartbeat is the sweetest sound in the world.

You fall asleep thinking of money, power, glory. All that he will give you. Some part of you thinks you might love him, just for that.

—-

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adoremexxs · 8 months

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I know you just did the swap au (sorry I’m requesting this after you js did that but I can wait for you to do my request),can you do zohakuten x reader (who’s around/is his age) is also a demon and can you do like headcanons too? (On how we met and how our relationship is going or what we do with zohakuten)

i didn’t know if you wanted my role swap au or demon slayer universe so i just chose my role swap au if that’s okay 😭 if you don’t like it, i can switch it around

oh boy

you met him admist a battle

you kinda just ran into the battle, you weren’t an upper rank or lower rank or anything special really

Zohakuten had come out of his box, saw you and thought you were the enemy but then realized you were too weak and was going to get Aizetsu to kill you anyway

but you begged him not to and he had a bit of a soft heart with you

so he let you live and run away

then wherever he went, you were there

you had grown a little bit obsessed with him, after all, he’s a strange demon

he’s traveling with a demon slayer! of course you are curious!

plus he’s handsome

so you stalk him for a bit

at first he ignored you

until he got curious too

he literally scared the shit out of you whenever he came up behind you while you were trying to find him

confronted you about your stalking and you told him…after denying many many times that you weren’t

bonded that night

Zohakuten doesn’t admit it at first but he finds you quite attractive

he started sneaking off at night when there were no battles going on to see you

he kept aizetsu safe by enclosing him in wood (like he did with Hantengu in the anime) don’t worry, Aizetsu can breath

so he started to sneak off

and he talked to you a lot

he becomes quite the chatterbox once you get to know him

overshares

especially about Aizetsu, tells you the most embarrassing things

you were surprised when you learned that he never ate a human

you maybe ate one or two…

Zohakuten didn’t care at all tbh

It wasn’t long before you confessed to him

It was late at night. You two sat in a meadow, the moonlight lighting both of you up. Zohakuten was looking up at the sky, not saying anything.

You couldn’t help but admire him. He’s always been handsome in your eyes and his personality really just reeled you in. You couldn’t hold it back any longer.

“What’s troubling you, (Y/N)?” Zohakuten hums, leaning back on his hands and turning to look at you. Gosh! His features are just so beautiful.

“Zohakuten…” You start, your lip trembling, scared if you would get rejected or not. “I…like you.”

Zohakuten just stared at you for a moment before he gave you the tiniest smile, “…I like you too.” You hugged him so tightly that he couldn’t breathe.

You were really clingy with him

he didn’t expect it really

he told aizetsu he was dating someone and aizetsu almsot choked on air

then you had to meet aizetsu

aizetsu definitely is not going to kill Zohakuten’s lover because…

he might actually end up as demon food if he did

you were able to travel with them now, you just had to be stealthy

zohakuten took awhile to warm up to you fully and be clingy

says he HATES PDA, secretly enjoys it

he likes when you hold his hand and drag him everywhere

he especially likes when you give him forehead kisses

found you playing “he loves me, he loves me not” and he absolutely destroyed that flower and then picked you a bunch of new ones

then he said “he loves you”

zohakuten SUCKS at expressing how he feels

he is constantly hateful

roasts Aizetsu so hard that Aizetsu cries

shit talks his other brothers

he has most of his human memories, struggles remembering the traumatic ones

probably best he doesn’t remember them

lets you mess with his hair sometimes

if you have long hair, he will braid it for you

he’s braided his brothers’ hair before many times

he didn’t tell you much of the demon slayer’s plans because he was too scared that you might be a spy

eventually opens up a lil bit of their plans to you

if he’s in battle, best believe you are getting incased in wood

you are already used to it

his dragons love you and you pet them a lot

then Zoha gets jealous

like extremely jealous

he’s extremely possessive

doesn’t let anyone else near you

hardly lets aizetsu get close to you

doesn’t want you leaving

you won’t be doing that anytime soon

love language is quality time

just spending time with him doing random things will make him happy

loves sleeping

zoha refuses to let you out of his sight

always sends a dragon with you if you go off on your own

freaks out if you’re not back in 5 minutes

refuses to let you meet his other brothers, especially Sekido

he’s happy with where you guys are at now

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ryuichirou · 1 year

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some nsfw lilidia headcanons? 🫣

Anonymous asked:

💙 ANON HERE

I REALIZED I NEVER ASKED FOR THE LILIDIA HC!!!

Anyways we know the drill.

Lilidia head canons food please 😌🤲

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Yesss finally, people are asking for Lilidia headcanons! FINALLY… I’ve been training my whole life for this.

Once again, I am very happy you guys are enjoying Lilia/Idia, this is so special and so fun.

A quick note before we start: we’re obviously posting this way before Crimson Muscle and Gloomy Samurai meet irl, if you know what I mean, so these headcanons are more speculative than usual. I’ll just cross my fingers and wish that every single thing I’m about to describe becomes canon lol

With that out of the way, the headcanons:

When Idia first realised that his gaming buddy he’d been crushing on is actually Lilia, he got a little bit concerned, because Lilia is quite different from the image of an experienced and mature dominant older man he had in his head. With the way Lilia looks and acts, he is definitely not Idia’s type, or at least he thought he wasn’t until they got into bed and Lilia unleashed his dominant older man power on poor Idia. After that, the realisation hit Idia again: wow, it really is Crimson Muscle-shi, huh.

Lilia is quite amused by Idia. Firstly, the whole situation about him being Gloomy Samurai is still funny to Lilia, not to mention that it was painfully obvious that his gaming buddy had a crush on him. And it’s one thing to see it in how awkward he gets in the chat sometimes, but seeing him all flustered and nervous and panicking because he’s just a socially inept virgin who doesn’t know what to do with his crush? Lilia’s always had a soft spot for introverts. But what Lilia never expected is that he would get to have sex with a Shroud. Pink hair yaaay~

Before the realisation that Crimson Muscle is Lilia, Idia had sex dreams about him, even though the image of the man was very vague and kind of like a combination of certain traits Idia would find attractive, or just his avatar character. Although what Idia does remember very well every morning is the way the man groped and fucked him in his dreams. It goes without saying, but these dreams always leave Idia very horny and frustrated. Idia finds this whole thing extremely cringy and embarrassing, but at the same time he can’t really help it. When he first saw Lilia himself in his dream, it became even more embarrassing. And even more arousing for some reason.

Sometimes the way Crimson Muscle replies to him in chat leaves Idia kind of horny. This mysterious man just has this weird ability to transform Idia from smug and confident into shy and trembling inside in one sentence. And when Lilia gets intentionally flirty, Idia is completely at his mercy. Lilia has tons of fun with how obvious Idia’s reactions are even through the monitor: he had sensed that Gloomy Samurai is quite submissive way before he found out that he is Idia.

And Lilia himself is, once again, very dominant. He is definitely going to act cutely at first, just to flirt and playfully mess with Idia, but when he sees that the cute part doesn’t really do anything but make him uncomfortable (which is also fun for Lilia, to be fair), he’ll start treating him the way he’s always treated the boys he’s slept with: with teasing, but demanding tone, experienced yet very selfish and greedy touch, and actions that would be too much for a regular pillow-princess type of a virgin, but perfect for Idia.

Lilia is very talkative. Sometimes he is playful and even mocking: he’s asking Idia embarrassing questions about how he feels and comments on how tight and tense he is. But it’s not like he’s all fluffy, sometimes his comments get quite harsh and degrading, especially since he sees that Idia enjoys it when he’s being mean to him. It’s not unnatural for general Vanrouge to talk to his lover this way though, he’s done much, much worse.

It’s also not unusual for Idia to mention some bizarre sex thing he’s seen in some hentai as a joke, and Lilia’s reaction is almost always “yeah, I’ve done it”. This scares Idia, but at the same time kind of intrigues him. Although he’s always afraid that Lilia is just trolling him (he isn’t). Or even worse: if Idia expresses that he doesn’t believe Lilia, he’s just going to do that thing with him to prove a point (he really is going to).

Lilia is definitely taking advantage of the fact that he can float, both with regular sex and oral. Idia is very tall, but it’s never an issue for Lilia: he can reach his butt literally whenever he wants. Sometimes as a surprise, just because he enjoys the way Idia flinches and jumps when spooked.

Lilia bites. He’s not as horrible as the tweels, but he does like to leave a bite mark or two on Idia’s neck, when he gets especially aroused during sex. It’s like Idia is dating a vampire or something…

I feel like I owe this one to people: Lilia is bigger than he is supposed to be logically and anatomically. He’s not as monstrously big as I (half-jokingly) draw him, but still big enough to make Idia feel him surprisingly deep and choke on him. To Idia, it really does feel like he is inside some hentai doujin sometimes. Especially when Lilia fills Idia, and Idia feels like he’s about to pass out, because this isn’t even a cream pie anymore, this is something indescribable.

#replies #headcanons #lilidia

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hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf · 10 months

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Awaken

changbin x felix

Trigger warnings: none that i can think of but please feel free to correct me if i missed anything!

Content warnings: names (baby, good boy, angel, sweetheart, pretty boy, tiny baby), a little biting, mirrors, slight hair pulling, size kink (kinda?), oral, begging, cum sharing, praise, very brief mutual masturbation, very brief finger fucking, verbal teasing, hand holding, anal, a hint of a breeding kink, belly bulge, desperate lix, ass slapping, mild dacryphilia, one (1) dry orgasm (idk it was hot to me lmao)

Summary: changbin fell in love with his best friend, felix, and now felix wants to be his first guy.

Word count: 9332

A/N: so this is written from changbin’s pov and it is actually the first ship fic i wrote (at least the first ship fic i’ve written since high school). i actually wrote it before asking for pride fic requests last year and contemplated keeping it for myself or putting it on my ko-fi but felt it was too good not to share. and ofc i had to go with the classic friends to lovers trope because that’s just the kind of person i am lmao anyways i’m almost done with my next pride piece and i’m working on the three requests i received! i hope you all enjoy this and please feel free to give a follow! be sure to drop your feedback in the comments and please look forward to what i’ve got in store for you!! also i’m revamping my tag list so please submit an ask, send a message, or leave a comment if you’d like to be added to that! thank you all for your support <3

I don’t remember when it started or even how it started, if I’m honest. I just know that one day I woke up and the first thought on my mind was how pretty Felix would look with a morning blush. I’d had passing thoughts about his beauty so I paid it no mind, I was comfortable enough in my sexuality to recognize an attractive man when I saw one. Then the dream came rushing back and flooded my senses. I felt guilty as images of my best friend writhing around beneath me appeared in my mind.

I remember thinking “What the fuck was that? I’m not even gay. Why did I dream about fucking my best friend? And why am I hard?”

I remember being disgusted with myself as I rubbed one out in the shower, visions of Felix with his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw hanging open as he cried my name swimming in my vision. I remember icing him out for a few days, afraid he’d somehow know I’d had a wet dream starring him. I remember being terrified and ashamed of what I was feeling. That dream made me reconsider my sexuality.

Over the course of a year, I’d fought with my feelings for him and tried to ignore both my crush and my sudden shift in sexual preference. But he made it so much easier. I never told him who was making me feel these things but he made me feel safe. He helped me figure things out. He knew something was wrong when I started avoiding him at first and when I finally confided in him, he was nothing short of an angel. He stayed up with me several nights when I was having a hard time coming to terms with my sexuality and he assured me nothing was wrong with me. He told me that he’d had the same struggle a few years ago and he took his time to accept it but once he finally did, it felt like a weight was lifted from his shoulders.

I followed his lead and allowed him to show me what it meant to truly embrace who I am. He even took me to my first gay bar. I don’t remember much about that night to be honest. I remember getting there and ordering a few shots; remember Felix suggesting a mixed drink. But that’s about it.

I woke up the next morning in his bed, wearing only my boxers. I was mortified but he took it all in stride and when I shuffled into his kitchen, he offered me a smile and a plate of pancakes before telling me he’d washed my clothes because I got sick right outside his apartment building. I was horrified and ashamed - less so when I found out we hadn’t fucked, but still embarrassed - but he was so kind and I found myself getting flustered every time he offered me a smile over breakfast. I was acutely aware of my nakedness in that moment but he paid it no mind. At least that’s what I told myself when his eyes lingered just a little too long on my ass while I took my plate to the sink.

That had become routine over the last year- the clubbing, not the puking and waking up naked at his place. I’d grown comfortable with myself again and had simply accepted that I had feelings for my best friend. That I have feelings for my best friend. As in, present tense. They never went away and I learned to be okay with it.

This leads to my current predicament. I’m a confident man. I’m aware that I’m good looking. Sometimes I turn myself on. Maybe that’s conceited but who’s it really hurting? Because of this, I sometimes take pictures or record myself jacking off. My camera roll is full of dick pics and videos of me begging for Felix to come ride me.

And now Felix is looking at me expectantly from his position beside me on my bed, both of us slumped against the headboard. “Oh come on! Lemme see how it turned out!” He nudges my shoulder with his as his smile betrays him. He is pretending to be exasperated but he can’t pull it off. We’ve just taken a photo together with some dumb filter and he wants to look at it. Except he’s been known to scroll a bit before and I’m afraid he’ll find the video I recorded only a few hours earlier. “Pretty please?” He resorts to pouting and begging and my heart flips at the way his bottom lip pokes out.

I can’t say no when he looks at me like that and he seems to know since he always does it to get his way. I usually don’t mind indulging him but I’m anxious as I hand him my phone. “Fine. But don’t scro-”

“OH MY GOD THAT'S YOUR DICK-” He shouts as he drops the phone in surprise and my face feels like I’ve just opened the oven without leaning back first; I’m on fire. I try to grab my phone from where it landed on his chest but he gives me an evil smirk and holds it out of reach. “Who’s it for? Did you finally get on one of those dating apps I suggested?”

“Absolutely not. I-”

“So why do you have dick pics?”

“Do you not?”

“Not my dick pics.”

My eyes widen a bit and I look away, embarrassed by my train of thought. How many guys had sent him nudes and how many did he save? I’m not sure I want to know. I shake my head and hold my hand out. “Give it back, dude.”

He ignores me and scrolls through the photos of me fisting my cock before he finally stumbles upon the video. I jump to grab my phone, panicking this time, but it’s too late. We both go silent as my voice calling his name fills the room and I can see his cheeks reddening. After a moment I snap out of my trance and snatch my phone back, clearing my throat awkwardly. “That wasn’t for you…”

Felix, of course, throws another curveball at me and I have to force myself not to physically shudder at his tone. “Clearly it was for me, you were moaning my name while you fucked your fist.” I’d never heard him say anything so…nasty before. He usually keeps things pretty PG.

“Lix, don’t-”

“Was it me?” He suddenly asks as he sits up. His tone isn’t accusatory or panicked so I take it as a good sign and let out a sigh as I nod. I know what he’s asking.

“Yeah. You were the one I had that dream about.” I rake a hand through my hair and look away. “Look, I don’t want things to be weird, Lix, can we please just pretend this never happened?”

“Nope.” He pops the ‘p’ and I sigh once more. “I had my suspicions, you know.” His voice is gentle as his small hand comes to rest on my shoulder. “I wasn’t oblivious to it. I just wanted things to unfold on their own. I didn’t want to push you when you were still coming to terms with everything, but I knew.”

My face is on fire yet again and it only gets worse when he pushes me back against the headboard and straddles my waist. His usually-inviting gaze is dark now, hooded as he looks down at me from his position on my lap. His freckles seem to stand out more with the soft blush dusting his cheeks. When his lips part, I immediately give him all my attention - as if he didn’t already have it. I hang on to his every word. I always have.

“I’ve thought about it too, you know.” His voice is a low rumble and it makes my head spin. “I’ve thought about how you sound; about how you taste, how you feel. I’ve spent so much time thinking about it and wondering if I was the man you dreamt about.” My dick twitches to life in my athletic shorts, though I’m terrified to admit I’m getting hard over this.

He’s leaning in close now and my heart is hammering in my chest. “I’m tired of just thinking about it, Binnie…” He whispers, his hands sliding from my shoulders, down my chest and abs as he leans closer to whisper in my ear. My muscles jump under his touch. I’ve always been pretty sensitive but it seems I’m even more responsive when it comes to him. “I wanna act on it.” His teeth ever so gently clamp down on my earlobe and my hands fly to his hips.

“Lix-” my voice is strained, surprising even me. I don’t think I’ll ever understand how he manages to work me up without even trying. My fingers dig into the material of his loose sweats as a wave of arousal crashes over me. Before I can speak, he grinds his ass down on my semi and I can’t suppress the low groan I let out.

“I know you wanna act on it too, Binnie.” He whispers by my ear before allowing his tongue to soothe the area he’d just bitten. “I know you’re watching me in that mirror right now too.” He adds as his plump lips trail along my jaw and I have half a mind to deny it but that desire flees with his next question. “Do I look pretty on top like this?” His teeth rake over my skin and my grip on his hips tightens yet again as I watch him in the mirror that hangs over my bed.

“Fucking stunning, Lixie.” I rasp out, squeezing his hips as he sets a slow, steady pace. The sound he lets out at both the name and my touch makes my heart pound. I don’t watch him much longer, opting instead to turn my face towards his neck and press a series of kisses there, nipping at his skin after the final one. He fucking whimpers and my dick throbs against his ass.

But then he pulls away and sits up. I watch him in confusion, almost pouting when he pushes my hands away. “I can’t take it.” He whispers as he whips his shirt off. “I need you. Right now.” He looks back down at me, his warm blonde hair hanging in front of his eyes. He pushes it out of his face before reaching for the hem of my shirt.

I let him start to undress me, growing amused at just how frantic he’s becoming. “Relax, baby. We have all the time in the world.” I tease, flashing a smirk at him as I reach for him again. I pull him into me and he squeaks in surprise as our bare chests meet, his hands flying to my biceps. I can’t help but flex a bit. He whispers a soft ‘hi’, which I return as my fingers begin to trace circles on his back. He looks so pretty when he shudders at my touch.

I grow serious after a moment. I’ve never been with a man before. I’ve had plenty of sex but it’s been about a year since the last time and that time was with a woman because I was actively trying to deny my feelings for him. It’s not that I’m afraid or uncomfortable, I just need him to take it slow so I can learn his body; learn how he likes to be touched and how this actually works.

He can sense this. His eyes widen a bit, which is fucking adorable given his flushed cheeks, and he lets his hands slide up my arms to rest on my shoulders. “Am…am I your first?” I give a slight nod and his expression grows fond, a soft smile settling on his thick lips. “I’ll try to be patient.” He teases and both of us give a soft chuckle before my arms tighten around his waist.

“Can…” I start and bite my lip pensively. Should I ask for his permission? I mean, surely he won’t mind it since he initiated everything. Still, I ask. “Can I kiss you, Felix?”

His nod is almost imperceptible but I see it. He doesn’t make a move to lean in and I move one arm from his waist. Everything is still as we stare at each other, my free hand coming up to his face. I brush my knuckles along his jaw and he shivers, his breath hitching as I lean up towards him and let my hand cup his jaw. “I’ve spent so much time thinking about this.” I mimic his previous statement when we’re only a centimeter apart and his lips curl up into a soft smile before I bring my own lips to meet his.

It feels like the stars have aligned. Everything feels right when I’m kissing him. He tastes like the blue raspberry lollipop he was sucking on earlier - distractingly, might I add - but I’m certain he’d be just as sweet without the lingering taste of candy. I swipe my tongue over his bottom lip and he lets out yet another whimper, making my dick twitch again.

He slowly pulls back for air and I peek out at him, noticing a tiny smile on his lips again. “You taste like candy.” I whisper and he lets out a soft giggle, making my heart melt.

“So do you.” He whispers back. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” He adds before crashing his lips back to mine. His hands are on my neck now, his thumbs resting just in front of my ears as he splays his fingers out on my feverish skin. This kiss is more urgent, more passionate. I let my hand move to the back of his head and suck in a deep breath as he nips at my lip. His hips begin to move again and the hand I’ve tangled in his sunny tresses becomes a fist.

His elbows are tucked in and it almost feels like he’s trying to make himself smaller. Does he like to feel small? I almost melt over how endearing he is but I manage to hold myself together. I can make him feel small and cared for.

I can’t help but give his hair a soft tug as I sweep my tongue into his mouth. He lets out the prettiest whine and reaches one hand between us, palming at the front of my shorts as he stills his hips. He’s growing frantic again and I can tell he’s desperate to be touched right now.

He doesn’t let me explore his mouth for too long, instead urging my head back so he can trail kisses along my throat. His lips work down my neck and just as I release his waist so I can slip a hand into his sweats, he begins his descent down my body. Molten lava fills my veins and I freeze in place when his lips trail down my chest while his hands make quick work of my shorts. He doesn’t tug my boxers down just yet, opting to tease me through the thin material. After lifting my hips for him, I look down at him.

I watch as he settles on his belly between my legs and admires the strain in my boxers. He props himself up on one elbow while he runs his free hand along my thigh. He turns and presses a kiss to my other thigh, dangerously close to my dick. “Lixie-” I hiss and he simply hums, allowing his lips to press more tender kisses to my skin and then the material of my boxers. He looks drunk now.

His hand rests on my hip as he begins to mouth at my barely-concealed hard-on and I let out a low groan. He leaves a series of sloppy kisses on the front of my boxers before closing his lips around my clothed tip. I suck in a ragged breath at the sensation and let my head fall back against the headboard with a dull thud. “Felix, please-” I sigh.

I don’t know why I anticipated him to refuse and continue teasing me, but that’s not what happens. He instantly gets up on his knees and urges me to lift my hips, which I do with no hesitation. My cock springs free from its confinement and I hiss slightly. I lift my head with all the strength I can muster and watch him settle back in before wrapping a small hand around my dick.

Something in me is screaming that I need to watch, to take in every second of his attention on me, but it’s becoming hard to hold my head up. The anticipation is driving me up the wall. My breathing is ragged as he gives a few strokes before making eye contact and wrapping his lips around my angry red head. I let out a soft sigh as his tongue swirls around the tip and my eyes slip closed. It’s only just started but this is already the best head of my life.

Then he takes me as far as he can and I feel like I’m floating. The sound that escapes me is choked and draws an amused hum from him. I allow my head to fall back against the headboard once more, the thud much louder this time, but force my eyes open, watching in the mirror as he throats my dick. I take in the way his head bobs over my hips and how his back is arched ever so slightly with the way he’s propped up. I admire the way he has one leg hiked up while the other is stretched out straight.

Between the slurping sounds and the way he’s rutting against the bed, I feel like I’m going to combust. He pulls off to breathe but continues to jerk me and I feel a bubble of disappointment settle in my belly. I know why he stopped but fuck it felt so good. He presses a series of kisses to my hips and thighs as he catches his breath and I almost have the strength to look back down at him but then he swallows me whole again and I almost pass out.

He’s working faster now, with more vigor, and I can’t dream of containing the noises he seems so set on drawing out of me. “Fuck, Lixie, slow down-” I groan, tangling a fist in his hair. He lets out a whimper at the tug and I notice how he bucks his hips harder at the contact as I’m watching his reflection. “I won’t last-”

He pulls off and stops moving, staring up at me. “Look at me.” His voice is oddly demanding and I can’t bring myself to deny him. I lift my head and make eye contact. “Sit up. I want you to watch me make you cum.” I have half a mind to flip things and pin him down, to teach him a lesson for getting so bossy with me, but I let it slide because I’m admittedly desperate to feel his mouth back on my aching cock. I resituate myself without a word and he gives a satisfied sound. “Good boy.”

“Thin ice, Lixie.” I warn and he lets out a soft giggle.

“Worth a shot.” He hums before growing serious again. “I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve gotten off to the thought of sucking you off.” He sighs almost dreamily before taking the tip back in his mouth. He looks up at me as he hollows his cheeks and swirls his tongue yet again, his hand working the rest of my cock. It’s clear he’s set on making me cum before I get the chance to fuck him, before I have the chance to get him equally as worked up.

He’s about to have his way. The knot in the pit of my belly is dangerously close to unraveling and I can’t stifle the noises he’s drawing out of me.

That knot comes undone the second I feel his free hand move to fondle my balls. “Fuck-” I almost drop my head back but the desire to have this image burned in my mind is stronger. Wave after wave of arousal floods my body as I shoot my load into his mouth, his fingertips just barely teasing my balls. I watch as he swallows my cum, my body on fire as he continues to work my dick until I’m about to beg him to stop.

He pulls off right before I open my mouth to stop him and licks his lips. He doesn’t say anything, just pulls himself to his knees and moves up the bed to kiss me. My arms are around his waist and his hands rest on my neck like before. I taste myself on his lips and when I sweep my tongue into his mouth. I’m straining up to kiss him as he’s towering over me and part of me wishes he’d sit down instead of standing on his knees. I don’t voice this, opting instead to focus on how good it feels to be with him like this.

My hands trail along his back, my fingertips ghosting over his skin, and he shivers. How cute. I let my fingers dip past his waistband and he sucks in a shaky breath, not once pulling away from the kiss as I give his bare ass a squeeze. I push his sweats and boxers down in one go and he finally breaks the kiss, looking down between us as his cock springs free. He presses his forehead to mine as I reach between us and he gasps when my callused hand wraps around his dick, his jaw hanging slack.

I realize this is the first time in my life I’m touching a dick that isn’t mine and I feel like a curious teenager all over again. I give an experimental tug, touching him the way I like to be touched, and he whines softly. The sound goes straight to my cock and I decide I have to keep hearing it. It’s just too pretty. He’s just too pretty. “What do you want? Tell me what you like, baby.” I whisper and his breath hitches. I can’t tell if it’s because of the name or the way my hand is working his hard-on, but I’m beyond caring.

“Just- just want you, Bin…” he whispers back and I shake my head.

“You know what I mean, Lix.” I gently nudge him back so I can meet his gaze and his face is bright red. How fucking cute. “I can’t just go for it without you telling me what you like and what feels good. I’ve never slept with a guy before. All the experience I have means nothing in this context.” My voice is gentle, not scolding. He already looks flustered enough.

He nods and swallows thickly as he tries to form a coherent sentence. I know the way my hand is slowly jerking him is making his mind run blank. “I-I’ll show you how. Just…please don’t stop-” His words are cut short by a surprisingly high-pitched moan when I dig my thumb into the slit. “Fuck- definitely don’t stop.”

I can’t help but chuckle softly at his response, feeling empowered by his reaction. “You like it when I do that?” I tease and he nods vigorously. “Words, baby. Tell me, do you like it when I do that?” I may sound like an ass right now but I don’t really care. I’m feeling high from this and every sound he makes pushes me closer to losing myself. I want to hear him say it.

“Y-yes!” He moans out, ducking his face into my neck. “Yes, I love it when you touch me like that. Want you to do it again. Please?” He’s quiet, his voice muffled by my shoulder, but I hear him clearly. I can’t deny him anything. I’ve never been able to deny him anything, even before I was nursing a crush on him. I dig my thumb in again and he lets out a choked sound, bucking into my hand.

He whimpers in distress when I release his cock, his head snapping up from my shoulder with wide, bleary eyes. He looks entirely dazed and disappointed at the loss of contact. Confused even. I sooth him with a quick peck before pulling him against my chest and flipping us so he’s on his back.

He looks pretty staring up at me like this. He always looks pretty, of course, but I’ve wanted to see him under me for so long now. I stare back at him for a moment before ducking down to kiss him. He moves to wrap his arms around my neck but I gently pin his wrists to the bed and he lets out a soft groan.

My lips move to his jaw and I press a few soft kisses there before beginning my descent. I nip at his neck and press chaste kisses to his collarbones; allow my tongue to flick over his nipples, earning a tiny squeak. “Let me hear.” I pause, looking up at him. I can tell he’s holding back and I want to hear every sound he makes. He nods slowly and I peck the center of his chest. “Good boy.” He keens at the name and I grin to myself. “You like being called a good boy, don’t you Lixie?”

“Fucking love it…” He whispers, his head falling back against the headboard. He’s more slumped than I’d been so I can just barely see his face as I move down his body. “Wanted to hear you call me a good boy for so long.” He sighs, allowing himself to get lost in the sensation of my lips on his skin.

“Yeah?” He nods and hums out a soft ‘uh huh’. “I bet you were thinking about it while imagining blowing me, weren’t you?” He gives the same response and I let out a quiet laugh as my lips ghost over his abs. He’s got well-defined muscles, which is a pleasant surprise for anyone who is blessed to see him shirtless.

His dick twitches as I kiss his hips and he whines softly when I don’t immediately touch him. I’m somewhat nervous now as I settle on my stomach between his legs. Again, I’ve had plenty of sex, but never with a man. I’m curious. But I’m also so unsure of myself. I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and hesitantly lick the tip, propping on one arm the way he had only minutes prior.

He gasps softly at the sensation and I do it again, looking up to gauge his reaction. His eyes are screwed shut, his brow furrowed as he focuses on my touch. His lips are parted, allowing puffs of air and soft sounds of pleasure to escape. Slowly, carefully, I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and he lets out a whine so stunning I think I might just pass away.

“Please- more-” He gasps out and I tentatively flick my tongue. “J-just like that…” he whispers, assuring me I’m doing this right. I repeat my actions over and over, my hand working the rest of him, until he’s a worked up, whining mess. I pull off briefly and his head snaps up, his eyes flying open. Before he can ask why I stopped, I lock eyes with him and allow a thick string of drool to drip down from my mouth and onto the tip of his cock before spreading it around with my hand. He whimpers helplessly at the sight and I feel his dick throb in my hand.

Without breaking eye contact, I take him back in my mouth with more confidence than before and set out to finish him off. I want to taste more of him. I ease myself down his cock, taking him as far as I can manage before gagging a bit. He’s nodding at me now, assuring me I’m doing a good job, and my mind runs blank. All I can think about is making him feel good. I finally have him right where I want him - under me - and I’m determined to make this worth it for him.

I repeat my actions over and over until he’s desperately tugging at my hair and bucking his hips. Every time he shoves his cock down my throat, I gag around him and he lets out another pretty moan. He’s losing himself now and I feel powerful yet again. Then he starts begging.

“Please- oh my fucking god- ‘m gonna cum-” He moans out, letting his head fall back against the headboard.

Immediately, I pull off his drooling dick and repeat his previous statement, though my tone is much more demanding. “Look at me. I want you to watch me make you cum.” He lets out one of the most distressed sounds I’ve ever heard from him and quickly complies, propping himself up on one elbow so one hand is still free to tug at my hair. “Good boy.” I coo and take him back in my mouth.

His jaw hangs slack as his grip on my hair grows tighter and tighter to the point it’s painful. I love it. I find myself rutting against the bed just like he had earlier as I dig my tongue into the slit. The sound he lets out isn’t simply a moan, it’s a cry. He’s desperate for release now and he’s so, so sensitive. “A-again! Please- do it again-” He begs and I can’t dream of denying him.

The moment I repeat my actions, I feel his cum against my tongue. I take it all but I don’t swallow. I want him to get a taste of himself. I move up the bed as he comes down from his high and immediately press my lips to his, much like he’d done earlier. I gently grip his chin, urging him to open his mouth. He complies eagerly and I use my tongue to push his cum into his mouth, sharing it with him. We exchange it back and forth for a few seconds before I pull away and swallow what’s left.

“I don’t know what the fuck that was, but it was hot.” He giggles breathlessly and I chuckle softly. If I’m being honest, I don’t know what came over me just then, but it was one of the hottest things I’d ever done. I realize we’re staring at each other but I don’t dare move.

Things are still again, like when I asked to kiss him, except now he’s smiling up at me. We’re comfortable now, less on edge, but I’m far from done with him. I bring my hand to his face and run my thumb over his cheekbone as he leans into my touch, his eyes slipping shut. “You’re so pretty.” I whisper and his cheeks go a soft rose color.

“You’re prettier.” He whispers back, looking up at me. I chuckle and shake my head before he gently pushes me back. I sit up, slightly confused, and he rolls onto his side. I want to pin him back in place but I also have no clue what he’s doing. “You should really learn to put these things away.” He teases as he reaches for something on the other side of my bed.

It’s then that I realize I left my lube laying at the top of the pillow, tucked just far enough out of sight for me to forget its existence. It had slipped between the pillow and headboard, just barely peeking out. I let out a soft huff of laughter and move to take it but he playfully swats my hand away. “Sit.” He gestures to the headboard and I comply, moving to sit with my back against the cool wood.

I watch as he grabs a couple of pillows to recline on and pops the cap on the tube. “I’ve always wanted to put on a show for you…” he murmurs, his legs falling open as he squeezes some of the candy-scented lube onto his fingers to warm it up.

“How fitting. I’ve always wanted to watch you put on a show.” I smirk and he lets out a soft huff of laughter before whimpering quietly as his middle finger circles his entrance. His face scrunches up cutely as he slowly works himself up, soft sighs slipping past his pillowy lips.

After a few minutes of teasing, he carefully presses his middle finger into himself and makes yet another beautiful sound. God I wish I were the one touching him like that. Maybe he’ll let me…

“Fuck, baby, you look so pretty like this…” I groan, watching as he finger fucks himself open for me. I wrap a hand around my dick and watch as he tries not to get too far ahead of himself.

“Yeah? How pretty?” He whimpers, adding a second finger as he looks at me. I see his cock twitch upon the realization that I’m enjoying what he’s doing and my gaze lifts to his face.

“So fucking pretty, baby. The prettiest.” His jaw drops and he lets his head tip back. It’s interesting to see just how much my words affect him.

Then he lets out a whine of frustration. “Can’t reach-” he huffs and I’m all too eager to offer assistance.

“Want me to take over, angel?” Stars fill his eyes at the name as he nods enthusiastically, immediately pulling his hand back to give me access.

“Please…”

I waste no time in grabbing the lube and squeezing some onto my fingers as I bring myself to my knees between his legs. I notice him tense and I pause, worried he might be uncomfortable. “Is everything okay, Lix?” I ask softly, still coating my fingers and warming the lube as I speak.

“Hmm?” It’s then that I see his eyes have become glossy and half-lidded. “Oh- yeah, everything is great.” He smiles up at me but I don’t move so he elaborates. “I was getting ahead of myself.”

“Aww, lost in thought about how it’ll feel when I fuck you?” He nods vigorously and I smirk as I lean down, propping myself up on one hand which is planted by his head. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, you won’t have to wait to find out much longer.” His face goes bright red again as I slip my hand between his legs.

In reality, I’m just as worked up as he is and I’m nervous. I’m talking a big game for someone who has never fucked a guy before. But I’m encouraged by his reaction as I press a slick finger inside him.

His jaw is still hanging slack and he lets out a soft whine. I’m honestly a little surprised by his reaction. He’s already stretched himself a good bit so it’s not a shocking sensation or anything. Is he really that affected by my touch? “C-curl-” He urges and I do, earning a high-pitched moan as my finger comes into contact with his prostate.

With a renewed sense of courage, I begin to finger fuck him, repeatedly dragging my finger over his prostate. After only a minute, he begs me for another so I give it to him, watching his face contort in pleasure as I hover over him. I lower myself down and begin to press kisses to his neck, earning sighs of pleasure.

But then he grabs my wrist, pushing my hand away, and I freeze. “Can’t- fuck, I can’t take it-” He grabs the lube as he speaks and puts more than a generous amount on his palm before wrapping his hand around my hard-on. “Please just fuck me already-” He begs as he coats my dick and it twitches in his hand. He looks up at me with a sly grin. “You like when I beg, Binnie?”

My cock throbs again and I instantly pull my fingers out of him and place my hand over his, bucking my hips when he digs his thumb into the slit. “I fucking love it, angel. Love that name too.” I see the stars in his eyes again and gently push his hand away. He takes hold of his own dick with his messy hand, biting his lip when I line up.

I slowly push in, watching as his lips part and he lets out a soft gasp. I’m short circuiting now. He’s tighter than any woman I ever fucked and now my jaw is hanging slack like his has been since he saw my dick pic. “Oh my fucking god, Lixie…” I choke out before I’m even halfway in.

My face screws up in pleasure and I hiss softly as my hips meet his. I don’t know if he wants me to move yet or not but I have to stay still for a moment or I will finish too early, I can feel it. “Binnie…” I manage to force my eyes open and his expression almost makes me lose myself. He’s staring up at me with half-lidded eyes, his pillowy lips parted and allowing little puffs of air to escape. “Kiss me…” He whispers, following it up with a soft ‘please?’ as he gives his cock a tug.

I don’t need to be asked twice. I plant my free hand on the other side of his head as I dip down to kiss him, making a mental note to change the sheets before letting him settle in for the night. Our lips meet and he tangles his free hand in my hair, giving a soft tug.

I groan against his lips and he continues to pull until it hurts. I wince at the pain and stop my hips from moving as he riles me up. He doesn’t seem to like this and gives another tug. He continues to give sporadic tugs as my tongue sweeps into his mouth until I finally buck my hips. He lets out a broken moan against my lips and I pull back so I can hear him fully.

“Gonna sing for me, pretty boy?” I tease as I snap my hips forwards, earning a loud, whiny ‘uh huh’ as he nods. “Tell me how you want it, baby.” I whisper, giving shallow thrusts as I listen for his response.

“I don’t care.” He groans, working his hand a bit faster. “I don’t care how you fuck me, Bin, just please make me cum.” He begs in a pathetic tone and a thrill runs through my body.

“Any way I want?” He nods and I sit up between his legs. I gently push his hand away from his dick and press his knees towards his chest, my hands supporting him so he can just relax and feel everything I’m doing to him. “Lix?” He looks up and I catch his eye. “Tell me if anything is off, yeah?” I’m so worried I’m going to mess this up somehow. Maybe it’s because it’s Felix, my best friend and the man I’ve had feelings for for over a year, and not just some random guy.

“Of course.” I breathe a sigh of relief and he bites his lip in a failed attempt to conceal a tiny smile. “But don’t expect to hear anything but moans.” I’m slightly taken aback but entirely flattered that he has so much faith in me.

He’s about to encourage me to carry on when I suddenly snap my hips forwards. His jaw drops and his head falls back to the pillows, a quiet moan slipping past his plump lips. “You mean like that?” I tease as I set a steady pace, suppressing my own sounds save for the soft cursing under my breath.

He nods frantically and I just barely notice him wipe his hands clean before holding his legs just above where I’m holding. “Please touch my cock, Binnie. I need it. I need you to touch me. Pretty please?” He begs as I begin to speed up, feeling more confident with every gasp and moan I draw from him.

I release his thighs and wrap my right hand around his dick, stifling a low groan as he lets out a breathy moan that vaguely sounds like my name. My gaze is volleying between where we’re connected, my hand tugging at his pretty cock, and his face, which is screwed up in pleasure. My hips falter slightly when I realize he looks just as pretty as he did in the dream that started this whole mess.

I quickly regain my rhythm and tap his hand, signaling him to release his legs. Once he does, I urge them around my waist. My left hand rests on his thigh, close to his hip, and I massage circles on his feverish skin with my thumb. “F-faster-” He chokes, one hand fisting in the sheets while the other blindly searches for my left hand.

He stops my absentminded motion and takes my hand, lacing our fingers. My heart races at the simple gesture and I give a gentle squeeze as I pick up the pace, hips pistoning at a pace I forgot I could reach. I’m about to speak but every thought leaves my mind when I look down at his leaking cock. Just past that, I notice a bulge that appears every time I slam into him.

“Holy fucking shit-” I hiss as I watch in wonder. A new wave of arousal crashes over me at the sight and I’m hit with the urge to breed him; to make him wholly mine. I know it makes no sense but I can’t help it. “Lixie, baby, you’re so fucking perfect…” I groan and he squeezes my hand.

I release his dick and ghost my fingers over the bulge appearing in his belly with each thrust. He whines in disappointment at the loss of stimulation but lifts his head when he feels my fingertips on his skin. He zeroes in on what I’m fixated on and I feel him clench around me, drawing a loud moan from me. “Oh fuck-” His jaw drops as he watches, precum dribbling on his skin at the sight, which only makes it hotter. “Oh fuck ‘m gonna cum-” He warns and I instantly wrap my hand back around his cock, set on finishing him off.

I’m fighting to stay composed as I fuck into him. I want him to cum first. And he does. He lets out a cry that resembles my name as cum spurts across his belly, his grip on my hand tightening as he shudders in pleasure. I don’t stop jacking him off until he’s trembling and squeezing my hand almost painfully. Finally, I release him. “Where do you want it, bab-?”

He doesn’t even let me finish speaking. “Inside. Please cum inside.” His tone is desperate as he begs and he sounds close to tears. Not being able to refuse him, I let go.

My thrusts become sloppy and a moment later my orgasm crashes over me. I rut into him desperately, my entire body overtaken by a euphoria I’ve never experienced before. I’m pinning his hands above his head as I fall into him even before the ecstasy has passed, hips still jerking as I crash my lips to his in a desperate kiss.

He moans against my lips, squeezing my hands as my hips slow. Finally, I still as my tongue dips into his mouth. He still tastes like that blue raspberry lollipop from earlier.

I hum as I pull back for air and he bites his lip as he looks up at me. We stare at each other in silence, both of us praying that this isn’t a one time thing but neither of us willing to ask. I release his hands in favor of playing with his hair after pushing it out of his face. “You did so good.”

“Mm usually I’m the one giving the praise, sweetheart.” I tease and he giggles softly, bringing his hands to my cheeks and tracing my cheekbones with his thumbs.

“Well I’m the one with more experience so I get to dole out praises this time.” He sticks his tongue out playfully before smiling up at me again. “Seriously though, you’re fucking amazing.”

I lean down and peck his lips again before sitting up, pulling him with me so we’re still chest to chest. I’m vaguely aware of the way our bodies are pressed together, his cum smearing across both of us now. More importantly, I’m aware of how the change in position drives me deeper into him; aware of the tiny gasp that slips past his lips.

“I think that’s you, baby.” I whisper and peck his lips again. I can’t help myself. I’ve wanted to kiss him for a whole year now.

He goes quiet for a moment as he looks at me and I wonder what he’s thinking. Before I can ask, he’s tipping us over and I’m landing on my back beneath him. “No, it’s you. I can’t get enough.” He whispers and rolls his hips.

I hiss at the motion and plant my feet on the mattress, trying to tighten my grip on him to hold him still while I buck into him, but he pushes my hands away. He grabs my wrists and pins my hands by my head at first, pulling back so he can look down at me. My softening dick begins to stiffen again and I make a mental note to contemplate exactly why it was so hot to be pinned down by him when he’s the most obviously submissive man I’ve ever met. Then he releases me and sits up properly on my lap.

“What have you done to me?” He whines softly, lifting himself up so just the tip is inside before dropping back down. I raise an eyebrow as my hands move to his hips and he tips his head back, looking up at himself in the mirror. “You already wrecked me, why am I still so fucking horny?”

I can’t help but chuckle at his complaint. “What? Tiny baby needs to be filled with cum again to feel satisfied?” My tone is mocking and I can feel the effect my words have on him. He clenches around me as his whole body tenses and I see his eyes slip shut in the mirror as he makes a pathetic noise.

“Yes! God yes-” He moans, pushing into my touch when my hands move to squeeze his ass. “Want you to fill me up again. Wanna make you cum for me again…” He babbles on as he lifts himself up and drops back down, letting out what almost sounds like a squeal.

He sets a steady pace like this, a symphony of the prettiest sounds I’ve ever heard falling from his lips as he rides me. His head lolls around, alternating between watching himself in the mirror and looking down at me. I can’t tear my eyes away from his body, fixated on the way his muscles contract and the bulge that appears as he fucks me.

I don’t know what possesses me to do this, but I slap his ass and he jolts on top of me. His dick twitches and he moans out my name. He leans forwards and places his hands on my abs, balancing himself as he rocks back on my dick. I buck my hips and he whimpers. “No no no, lemme do it. I wanna do this. Wanna make you cum…” He argues and I can't deny him anything so I comply.

It’s difficult to stay still but I settle for guiding his hips. His head hangs as he rides me, his moans growing increasingly desperate each time our bodies meet. My body is on fire at the slight overstimulation but I welcome it.

Felix doesn’t seem to be faring as well. His moans have turned into cries and he tries to hide his face from me by tossing his head back as he sits up. I see it though and I notice the tears. I’m worried but he’s still going, lifting himself up with much effort and dropping back down in a heap. “Baby, do you need a break?”

“J-just a little…” he wipes his cheeks but doesn’t stop moving. “But I wanna keep going.”

“Why don’t you let me take over, Lixie?” He shakes his head and I gently squeeze his hips. “Please, angel?” He freezes at the name and nods after a moment of silence.

I immediately sit up and make him lay back before pulling out, some of my cum leaking out of him. I don’t bother asking him to roll over, I position him myself. I put him on his belly and push one leg up, like the way he’d laid while sucking me off. I grab his ass and see him clench around nothing, whimpering at my treatment of him. “Please fuck me, Binnie…” He whines out and I squeeze some more lube onto my dick before I line up.

I push into him and set a rough pace, giving his ass a slap as I listen to his wails. His hands fist the sheets as lewd squelching and the sound of skin slapping fills the room. He lets out a pretty sob every time I slap his ass.

My gaze bounces back and forth between his ass - I can’t help but admire the way it jiggles every time I slam into him - and his hands twisted in the sheets. He looks so pretty on display for me like this, crying into my sheets. It’s better than any dream I could’ve had and my dick twitches inside him. Fuck I’m close.

“Fuck- Binnie, please cum inside! Please- want you to cum first and fill me up-” He begs and my dick twitches again.

“Yeah? Gonna take it all like a good boy? Gonna cum and make a mess of my sheets?”

“Yes!” He sobs and I can't help myself. I give in to the fire licking at my skin and cum, relishing in his moans as I fill him up. He shudders beneath me as he joins me, his body jerking with the force of his orgasm.

I don’t stop until I’m on fire, until I can’t take it anymore. He’s trembling now. I pull out slowly and he makes a small sound of protest. I lean down and press my lips to his shoulder, kissing there several times before sitting back up. “You did so good for me, baby. Took it so well.” I coo as I gently roll him onto his back, only to discover he’d had a dry orgasm.

“Yeah?” He asks hopefully and I nod, leaning back over him and swiping my knuckles over his cheeks to dry his tears.

“Yeah.” I offer a small smile before pecking his pouty lips. “Why don’t you let me get you cleaned up and then we can snuggle?”

“How about I go get cleaned up while you change the sheets and then we cuddle?” He laughs softly, taking in a shaky breath afterwards as he stares up at me in what I can only describe as adoration.

“Do you want me to help you to the bathroom?” I ask as we both sit up and he shakes his head.

“It’s okay. I’m okay.” He assures me as he stands. Part of me deflates a little because I want to dote on him, but that part is pacified when he turns around and plants his lips on mine. I rise up on my knees as we kiss, pulling him against me. I frown a little when he pulls back. “I’ll be right back.”

I nod and watch him walk into my en suite bathroom before pulling myself from my trance. Holy shit. I fucked my best friend.

I get up from the bed and quickly pull the sheets off, using them to wipe his cum off my stomach and clean my dick. I toss them in the hamper and grab a pair of boxers, pulling them on before going to the closet to get fresh sheets.

I’m wrestling with the fitted sheet when Felix comes out of the bathroom and grabs his boxers from the floor. “Need a hand?” He teases, his usual glow back tenfold.

“Maybe a little.” I chuckle and he helps me quickly finish making the bed before crawling under the sheets. I join him and prop up on one arm, resting my head on my hand. I take a moment to admire him, his bright eyes framed with long lashes and full lips that could easily put any Bratz doll to shame, before speaking. “How long did you know?”

He takes a moment to take me in as well before answering. “I only assumed, but ever since you told me you had ‘an intimate dream about a guy’ after icing me out for two weeks. It made sense. I wondered why you avoided me but then you told me you had that dream and I guessed it had something to do with me.”

“Then…how long have you thought about sleeping with me?” I might be pushing my luck but I’m curious.

“Long before you ever questioned your sexuality.” He scoffs at himself and looks down at my bare chest with a ghost of a smile, his cheeks going a soft pink. “I think it started that day at the park when we were in high school. Remember that picnic we went on? You were by my side the whole time and you complimented me a few times. You just looked so good that day and you were so laid back and fun, I couldn't help but admire you. That never really changed though, you being carefree.”

It’s my turn to blush now. A smile creeps onto my face as I listen and I finally wrap an arm around him, pulling him against me. “That long?” He nods and I kiss his forehead. “You must’ve known something I didn’t back then.” I tease.

“No,” he laughs. “I used to lament the fact I had a crush on the straight guy.” He snuggles into my chest and lets out a soft sigh. “Part of me wondered if I was ever obvious about it. I don’t know if I ever acted weird around you. I feel like I did.”

“If you did, I never noticed. You’ve always been a sweetheart, I just figured you were extra sweet in private with everyone.” I laugh in spite of myself. How did I never pick up on it? To be fair, I thought I was straight until a little over a year ago. “It’s endearing.”

“It is?” I can hear his smile in his voice.

“It is. Everything about you is. You’re the resident sunshine, after all.”

“I like when you call me stuff like that.”

“Yeah?” He nods. “I think ‘angel’ is your favorite, hmm?” He nods again and I kiss the top of his head before laying my head down. “Cute. Well I’m glad you like it because I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”

“You better not.” He’s pouting now, I’m sure of it.

“Don’t worry, baby, I won't.”

“Good. You better keep calling me your baby.” I can’t stop the smile I’m wearing from growing wider.

“I will because you are.” I hum. I don’t know what we are but I do know we’re more than friends and I do know I’m never getting over him. “Sweet dreams.” I whisper when I notice his breathing even out.

Whatever this is, I’m content to hold him in my arms for the rest of the night.

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Closing Time - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ] 18+

Summary: Leaving your phone at Molly’s leads to a surprising turn of events

Word Count: 2129

Warnings: female!reader, strong language, smut -[ dirty talk, roughness, hair pulling, teasing, dominating behaviour ]

A/N: I’m not very experienced with writing smut so I’m sorry if this sucks! also sorry if it’s long i sometimes can’t stop myself when it comes to details

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You didn’t want to have to return to Molly’s after you left, not when you knew it was Otis’s turn to close up. You two had never really gotten along since you joined fifty-one, you always seemed to know just how to push each other's buttons which usually led to someone getting pissed and storming off.

It’s not like you joined fifty-one looking to get yourself an enemy, it just happened that one day the two of you got into a rather heated argument, about something that you couldn’t even remember now, and from that day forth, whenever you both found yourselves alone together, it never usually went as smooth as you might have hoped.

You would never say it out loud but sometimes, when things got so heated between the two of you, it kind of turned you on. Let’s face it, Otis was an attractive guy and you always did have a thing for moustaches but when he got so passionate, so angry that you thought his jaw might snap in half, you couldn’t deny that you secretly wanted him to bend you over the table and focus all that rage on something a lot more pleasurable than arguing.

And it was for that reason that you weren’t overly excited about going back to Molly’s after closing, especially after the dream you’d had about Otis last night… One that may have been a little bit not safe for work. But you had no choice, you’d left your phone in the bar somewhere and it’s not like you could wait until tomorrow night to get it back. So you just had to suck it up and deal with it.

It would take five minutes tops to find your phone, you could manage to be around him for that long with doing something you’d regret later. Maybe… You weren’t exactly known for doing what you were supposed to as most of the time you went completely off course. A bit like tonight. Only tonight… You went way, way off course.

“We’re closed.” Otis’s voice sent a chill down your spine as you stepped into the warmth of Molly’s, your eyes taking a second to adjust to the lights that still twinkled brightly across the ceiling. The door shut behind you as Otis turned, his face falling when he saw it was you and you could have swore you saw him roll his eyes. “Oh, it’s just you.”

“And how lovely it is to see you too, Otis.” You replied sarcastically, rolling your own eyes before you began to scan each surface of the bar for the phone you now hated as it made you have to come and see him again so soon.

“What do you want, Y/N?” Otis sighed, throwing his rag atop the bar as he folded his arms across his chest.

“Relax, I just left my phone here… I’ll be out of your hair in no time.” You told him, your tone as annoyed as he seemed to look as he watched you search for your phone. You couldn’t help but glimpse at him out of the corner of your eye, watching as his own gaze trailed up your bare legs and traced the curve of waist before landing on your chest, where it lingered for a lot longer than you’d have expected, his tongue running subtly over his bottom lip before his eyes finally landed on yours.

You raised your eyebrow, your hand landing on your hip as you cocked your head a little, finding amusement in the way he seemed to flush with embarrassment having been caught staring at you. Hell, he’d practically undressed you with his eyes and by the way his jeans strained a little over the cock you’d so frequently thought about, it appeared as though he liked what he’d imagined.

No matter how much he wanted to deny that he hadn’t been staring at you, Otis knew he’d been caught and there was no way he’d get himself out of this one.

“Like what you see?” You teased, biting gently at your lip as he scoffed softly to himself, his gaze shifting as he turned his head away from you, unable to see the way your attention moved downwards as you undressed him with your eyes. And just like Otis, you very much liked what you saw.

“You wish, Y/N.” He breathed out, shaking his head at your brazen attitude before he grabbed his rag and continued to wipe down the bar top, ignoring the feeling he currently felt below his belt.

“Oh, baby.” You chuckled, his shoulders stiffening of the mere tone of your velvety smooth voice mixed with that of a pet name. You tiptoed closer to him, your body pressing firmly against his back before you leaned in and whispered in his ear. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Screw you, Y/N.” He spat out, turning against you and pushing you lightly away from him. His nostrils flared clearly at the way you laughed, your fingers running through your hair before you trailed them down your neck and across your chest.

You wouldn’t deny that you enjoyed teasing him, especially when it got a rise like this from him. One that showed if you kept it up then he’d have no choice but to punish you for it.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” You teased, leaning your elbows back against the table behind you as you purposely pushed your chest a little further out. Your little game seemed to work as the second you did so, Otis’s eyes shot down to the low cut top which clung tightly to your body, emphasising your curves in all the right ways.

Otis gulped rather harshly, his heart hammering furiously beneath his chest over the way you were acting. The flirting, the teasing. The way you so clearly wanted him to stare at your chest, which with one as hot as yours, how could he not? He’d always had a slight underlining crush on you, despite how often you seemed to be at each other's throats. And if you kept this up, then he could not be held liable for what happened next.

“Tell me, Brian...” You said flirtatiously, his name rolling off your tongue in a way that had him sweating beneath his shirt. You pushed off the table, ending up so close to him he could feel your breath puff out across his lips as you spoke. “How many times have you thought about fucking me?”

That was it. That had done it. The darkness you saw flash across his eyes as he threw his rag aside lit a fire inside you, one that extended all the way down to between your legs. An equally hot fire ignited within Otis as his arm slinked around your waist pulling you firmly against his body, certain parts of which you could feel more clearly than others as they twitched at your touch.

“Too damn many.” He breathed out before his lips crashed against yours in a way that was not at all gentle. In fact, it was a lot rougher than you would have thought he had in him as he all but devoured you. As he tasted every single flavour present on your tongue with his own.

His free hand worked its way up the curve of your spine, spreading goosebumps across your entire body. His fingers began to thread through your hair, gripping it with enough strength that it balanced between pain and pleasure, making you hum softly into his mouth, something you could tell he liked as it only made him that more vigorous in kissing you.

Another quiet hum escaped your lips as Otis spun you both around, pushing you up against the bar that he’d thought about fucking on you plenty of times. His knee parted your legs, settling gently between them as you lowered yourself down a little, desperate to feel a little friction against your pussy which had never throbbed harder.

Your lungs soon began to beg for air and as much as you wanted to keep going, you knew you had to pull back before you suffocated. You leaned your forehead against his, taking deep, ragged breaths to try and get some oxygen back into your burning lungs. Only, Otis didn’t seem too pleased that you had stopped, or that you’d decided to use his forehead to lean against as the second your sweaty skin touched his, he pulled your head back by your hair.

“You know…” He exhaled, clearly as out of breath as you were but trying to hide it a little more. He brought his other hand up, trailing his knuckle down the front of your throat which he could feel move beneath his touch as you swallowed. “…You’ve been a real pain in my ass ever since you joined fifty-one.”

“Oh yeah?” You replied, voice a little strained as he yanked, semi-gently at your hair, making you grind against his knee from how turned on you were getting. You never expected him to be as in control as he was appearing but it’s safe to say that you’d never found him more attractive than you did right now. “Why don’t you punish me for it?”

Letting go of your hair with enough force that he threw your head back with it, Otis grabbed you by the waist, flipping you round and pinning you to the bar. Your hands came to rest upon the newly cleaned surface as he pressed the entire length of his body against you, allowing you to feel just how hard he was for you.

You could feel the groan that rattled up his chest as you pushed out your ass, moaning softly at the mere firmness of him against you. His fingers brushed your hair aside as he began to place fiery kisses along the back of your neck, his fingers trailing down over your hips until they reached the hem of your skirt, which he pulled up with so much strength you were surprised he didn’t rip it.

“You want me to punish you?” He whispered into your ear, his teeth sinking gently into the lobe which had you swear under your breath. His hand slid around your throat, forcing your head back against his shoulder after you failed to answer him. “I said… Do you want me to punish you?”

“I want you to punish me…” You panted, barely able to think let alone speak over just how badly you wanted him. “Want you to punish me real good, baby.” You added, satisfying him enough that he let go of your neck and placed a soft kiss where his fingers had dug a little hard into your flesh.

He began to slowly trail his tongue up over your skin, edging closer to your ear, where he placed what you could only have described as a loving kiss below before he whispered into it.

“If I go too far… Just tell me and I’ll stop.” You nodded your head, barely even speaking the word ‘okay’ as you were struggling to breath over how hot you felt right now. But it was enough of a response that allowed him to keep going and when his palm slid over your clothed pussy, fingertips teasing the throbbing nub beneath your panties, it’s safe to say you almost fell to your knees.

As you steadied yourself against the bar, surprised you had come already from the mere dominating side Otis seemed to have, you relished in the feeling of his fingers on your skin as they gripped the waistband of your panties. His knuckles brushed along your outer legs as he dragged the soaked material down, surprised to see just how wet you were because of him.

He almost couldn’t wait to feel you around his fingers. Around his cock. To feel how you felt when you so tightly clenched around him as he brought you to the very height of your pleasure. And it appeared as though you couldn’t wait either as he was fairly certain he’d just heard what sounded like a beg coming from your lips.

“What was that, sweetheart? I didn’t quite catch that.” He said smugly, making you bite your tongue over the idea of having to beg him to fuck you. But at this point you were all but desperate and you couldn’t give two fucks about your reputation.

“Please… Please fuck me, Brian.” You whined out throwing your head back against his shoulder as his arms wrapped around your front, his hands working their way up your t-shirt to slowly caress the hardened buds of your breasts.

“Well, I suppose… Since you asked so nicely.”

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