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ksakiswh0re-xo · 1 month

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✧ cockwarming draken while you study :

cw: fem reader, cockwarming, draken teasing, dirty talk/praise, hair-pulling, backshots, spanking, big dick warning lolol

wc: 634

Imagine cockwarming Draken while you study. You're sitting on your bed with your laptop and books all around you and you're naked from the waist down as you try to focus on taking your notes, but it's hard because all you can think about is how deep his fat cock is nestled inside your warm hole.

He's got an arm wrapped around your waist, making sure that you don't move as he watches your screen over your shoulder while you type.

Experimentally, he gives you a little nudge just because he loves to see you fall apart for him so easily. He smirks and nips at your ear when you whine and your fingers fall from the keyboard and onto his thigh.

"Keep typing. Be a good girl for me. Gunna ace this test, aren't ya, baby?"

You're too dumb to talk so he grabs your jaw and squeezes, making you face him as he moves your head up and down in a nod.

"I know you are, because you're my smart girl, after all. Get to it, baby, so I can fuck this sweet pussy just how she needs to be fucked."

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“Focus.”

Draken growls into your ear as he kneels behind you, balls deep in your cunt.

You’re bent over your laptop taking a quiz, breasts dangling heavily beneath you and almost touching the keyboard from the mean arch that your boyfriend has you in.

“‘m focused, Ken…” Your voice wobbles as does your hand; your mouse shakily hovers over a wrong answer before you suck in a breath and correct it.

“That was a close call, but you caught it, baby. Look at you, you’re doing such a good job.”

He spanked your butt a couple of times then rubbed the supple flesh with his big hands.

“I-I’m done…” The quiz was now submitted: you scored 100%.

Draken’s grin grew wider, showcasing two rows of perfect white teeth that you could see reflected in your laptop screen.

“Good fucking girl.”

He moved over you to close the computer lid and slide it onto the floor, pushing himself even further against your womb before he eased about half of his length out.

“Put the rest of that shit on the floor,” Draken commanded, referring to your multiple books, pens, and highlighters.

You hurriedly brushed the items off the edge of the bed, some of the pens rolling across the hardwood while Draken grabbed your hair up into a makeshift ponytail and began fucking into you relentlessly.

“Ah ah ah ah! Ken!”

The bed squeaked and rocked, the headboard banging loudly against the wall that was sure to have your neighbors pissed at you, but how could you care when you were getting the best fucking reward? Literally.

Draken slowed down and eased himself in and out of you to let you hear the squelch of your wet pussy a few times before he was buried deep once again.

“Shit girl, your greedy pussy is squeezing me so fucking tight.”

Something in him snapped, and the next thing you knew, his entire weight was pressing down on you as he pulled your arms behind your back and held your wrists against your ass.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Draken pummeled your pussy with ferocity until the both of you were moaning each others’ names out and spiraling into mind-numbing orgasms.

Finally, you were released and your fatigued body collapsed into the soft mattress.

You could still feel your legs twitching while simultaneously your cunt contracted, releasing a thick gush of Draken’s cum.

Soft pecks were then pressed into your sweaty back until you rolled over to face your handsome lover, eyes fluttering dangerously as the urge to sleep swept over you.

“Rest for now. When you wake up, we’ll be on to the next subject.”

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nhlclover · 7 months

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fight club | rutger mcgroarty

summary: your boyfriend and his friends drunkenly create their own little fight club, in which he winds up getting hurt.

warnings: blood, mentions of fighting, mentions of drinking, slight angst, indications of nsfw content.

note: fun fact this is what my brother and his friends do for fun. they have their own walk up songs and everything.

word count: 0.9k

It was somewhere around midnight, or around when you finished page 4 of 8 of your paper, that you heard the crash and shouting from downstairs.

You needed somewhere to get your paper done, and with your roommate's boyfriend in town and the library closed at this hour, you turned to your boyfriend. He lended you his room while him and his roommates hung out downstairs.

They had been relatively quiet until a couple of minutes ago when the shouting started. You assumed they were playing video games, getting competitive as they normally do, however the crash was making you think something was wrong.

You set your laptop down, making your way out of Rutgers room and down to the living room where the boys were hanging out. As you turn the corner, you run smack into Ethan, coming out of the kitchen holding a wet rag.

“Oh, hey y/n!” He says, his voice louder and higher pitched than normal.

You are immediately suspicious, narrowing your eyes at the boy. “What’s going on? I heard a crash.” You ask.

“Nothing, just… spilled a drink is all.” Ethan says. You almost want to believe him but a sudden shout from the living room that sounds like your boyfriend makes you hesitate.

“Ow! Don’t touch it!” Rutger shouts.

You push past Ethan, going into the living room. On the coffee table are several bottles of beer, along with hockey helmets and boxing gloves. Sitting on the couch with a bright red gash on his left cheek, is your shirtless boyfriend, Dylan on one side and Frank on the other.

“What the hell is going on in here?” You ask. Ethan comes in after you, walking to Rutger to hand him the rag.

“Busted.” Mark says, standing beside the fireplace, sans shirt but wearing boxing gloves and a hockey helmet.

You look around noticing all of them shirtless, some wearing boxing gloves. “Okay what the fuck is going on?” You ask, now concerned more than anything.

“Hey babe.” Rutger smiles. He winces as his cheek muscles move. “How’s the paper coming?”

“Don’t change the subject.” You say.

“Okay, we had this really great idea that we would box but wear hockey helmets so our faces wouldn’t get fucked up.” Gavin explained. “But Roger here didn’t attach his helmet properly cause it slipped off, cutting his cheek when Mark gave him a sweet right hook.”

A look of horror appears on your face as you recognize the situation. “So you guys got drunk and decided to form your own fight club?” You ask.

There’s a beat of silence then all the boys nod, exhibiting a chorus of ‘yeah’s.

You shake your head in disbelief. “I am fully convinced none of you graduated kindergarten because what is wrong with you guys?”

They sense your disappointment, all of them hanging their heads slightly. You walk over to your boyfriend, taking the damp rag from his hand.

“C’mere.” You say, taking his hand and bringing him to the bathroom.

You re-wet the rag, dabbing it against the cut. He winces, pulling away. “Oh don’t be a baby, it's just water.” You say.

“Yeah…but it still hurts.” He mumbles.

He meets your eyes, reading the disappointed look on your face. “I’m sorry.” He says.

“Yeah, you should be!” You say, the fear that had manifested into anger spilling out. “Do you know how stupid this is?”

“It was just… a drunk idea.” Rutger shrugged.

“Exactly. What are you going to tell coach Naur when he asks where you got the cut on your cheek from? Are you gonna tell him that you got drunk and fought your teammates?” You ask.

“I didn’t plan to get my face all chopped up!” Rutger counters.

You step back, sighing. “I just… please be smarter?”

Your words seem harsh but Rutger understands what you’re saying. “I know. I'm sorry.” He says.

“I’m sorry too.” You say. “I was too snappy.”

“No it’s warranted. We were being idiots.” Rutger chuckles.

“You were being such an idiot.” You laugh, going back to cleaning his wound.

“I may be an idiot but at least I’m your idiot.”

You snort. “You really know how to talk your way out of trouble.”

“Hey, it works.” Rutger says, throwing his hands up in defense.

You clean away the rest of the blood, dabbing it dry. “You’ll need to go and get a proper bandage for it tomorrow.” You say.

“Or I don’t and I get a cool scar out of it.” Rutger says, checking out the cut in the mirror.

“No. No scar.” You shake your head.

“What? I thought scars were hot and mysterious?” Rutger asks.

You find yourself not being able to disagree with his statement, biting the inside of your cheek. You turn on the sink, cleaning the rag of your boyfriend’s blood.

“Oh I knew it.” Rutger smirks. He snakes his arms around your waist, making eye contact through the mirror.

He slowly places kisses up the nape of your neck, leaning around to place more on your jaw. You tilt your head, giving him better access.

His lips unlatch from your skin, you whimpering from the lack of contact. “How about a break from your essay?”

The pair of you exit from the bathroom, you sticking your head into the living room. “Sorry boys, the fight club is over. We’re heading to bed.” You tell them.

Rutger barely waits for you to finish your sentence before he hands your waist, yanking you back into the hall and towards the stairs. You let out a shriek as you’re pulled into his arms.

“Are you guys switching to wrestling now?” Mark shouts after you.

You guys ignore him and the rest of the boys jeering after you, stumbling your way up the stairs.

#rutger mcgroarty #rutger mcgroarty x reader #rutger mcgroarty imagine #umich imagine #umich #university of michigan #nhl #umich hockey #hockey #nhl imagine

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elliesflwrgirl · 11 months

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cw, heavy smut, no plot rlly, top!abby, bottom!reader, cockwarming, degradation, petnames (sweet girl, pretty girl, baby, etc.), mommy kink, edging.

summary: abby does her hw while cockwarming with u, but u don’t wanna listen, so she punishes u.

if u enjoy this like and reblog!!! i love u bad.

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abby’s strap had been buried in you for at least thirty minutes when you finally grind against her, a soft moan leaving your lips.

she tsks, “stay still sweet girl, almost done” she hums as she types away on her laptop, she had been doing homework for the past half hour. you whine softly and she glared at you, “if you wanna be impatient, i can make you wait longer.” she huffs, turning her attention back to the laptop.

you gently lift your hips up and down slowly, letting a strangled moan into her shoulder. she pushes her laptop to the side, gripping your hips. “oh you want to not listen? is that what you want? you want me to be mean, sweet girl? i can be mean.” she grips your hips, thrusting up into you hitting your g-spot perfectly.

a whimper leaves your mouth, “fuck—“ she nods her head, “yeah? my sweet girl likes that?” she repeats the thrust of her hips and you drop your head into her neck, whining.

“god you’re so pathetic, whining on mommy’s cock like a little fucking slut.” she murmurs into your ear. you try to grind your hips onto her but her hand comes down on your ass with a loud smack.

“you just can’t help yourself, huh? such a greedy girl.” she coos, thrusting up into you again. “god, abby please” you whimper into her neck.

“please what baby? you think you deserve to be fucked after not obeying me?” she brings her fingers in between you two, circling her fingers against your clit.

she thrusts up into you repeatedly, hitting that spot so perfectly inside of you. you whimper into her shoulder as she fucks into you, the pleasure too much for you.

“‘m gonna cum,” you whine softly and she nods, “beg for it.” she slows her thrusts to a stop and circles her fingers against your clit.

“please, i wanna cum,” you beg softly and she nods her head, “poor baby, you sound so pretty beggin’ for me like that.” she presses a soft kiss to your head.

she slowly thrusts up into you again, watching as the silicon disappears into your cunt, gently biting her lip as she does. “such a pretty pussy, and it’s all mine, huh?” she murmurs and you nod your head quickly.

she bounces your hips up and down, “it’s all yours,” you whine, “please let me cum, please.” she places a kiss on your head again.

“you think you can be good for me now?” she hums and you nod, “i’ll be so good for you abby, so good” you whimper as tears brim your eyes. it was all too much, the way she got you so close just to not satisfy.

“gonna be my good girl, hm?” she murmurs and you nod, “please.” you beg and she thrusts up into you, hitting that perfect spot in you.

“cum for me, pretty girl.”

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this was literally too good not to post

#tlou #tlou fanfiction #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #tlou series #tlou2 #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fic

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sweetestofchaos · 1 year

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Stray Kids Scenario...getting forehead kisses

Paring: Member x GN!Reader Rating: PG16 Warnings: Kissing, Butt Smacking, Nicknames Genre: Fluff WC: 976

Chan

As Chris pushed away from the laptop screen in front of him, he stretched out his shoulder. Having just finished washing dishes, you came up to him and he titled his head back to look at you. You smiled as you pushed some hair from his forehead and pressed your lips to the open surface. When you pulled away, Chris was looking at you with love in his eyes as he smiled softly. You patted his shoulder and he placed his hand on top of yours. Chris poked out his lips and you laughed as you leaned down to kiss him goodnight.

“I’ll be in shortly, love. Don’t wait up, right?”

Minho

Minho was sitting on the floor watching as Soonie and Dori played with the new cat toy you had ordered. Doongie was napping on the couch, more so on top of your chest as you read a book. You really had to pee and carefully moved the sleeping cat to Minho’s lap to which he dropped his head back against the couch and raised his eyebrow. You smiled and pecked his forehead, letting him know you had to pee. Minho narrowed his eyes as you laughed, walking away with his eyes on you.

“This is what I have to put up with forever?”

Hyunjin

Hyunjin was sitting with Felix going over the schedule for the week in the living room when you came out of the bedroom. Felix greeted you with a smile and wave while Hyunjin just blew you a kiss and winked. You were heading to the kitchen and stopped behind Hyunjin on the couch. You tugged on the red headband he was wearing and he squawked in surprise which made Felix crackle beside him. You pressed a quick kiss to his exposed forehead and hurried away into the kitchen while Hyunjin whined that you messed up his hair.

“My cheek was wide open, babe!”

Jisung

Jisung was playing some game on his phone as he laid stretched out on the couch. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth and he was lost in the colors in front of him. You had just come in from work and smiled seeing him so lost in his own little world. You walked over and gently pushed his hair from his forehead before you pecked him softly. Jisung’s eyes drifted away from the screen and when he looked at you he smiled wide as you kissed his forehead again.

“Welcome home baby!”

Felix

You were helping Felix with his hair, nothing crazy. He just wanted to do something different. He played with his hair, acting like he had tiny ponytails and you laughed while shaking your head. How could he be so cute, so effortlessly? You kissed his forehead and pinched his cheek which almost made the lollipop in his mouth.

Felix laughed as he took the lollipop from his mouth and wrapped an around around your waist. He nuzzled his nose against yours and returned the kiss to your forehead with a smile.

“I guess that’s a no to the ponytails?”

Seungmin

He was able to spend the night at your place and he let you know a head of time that he would be there when you got off work. When you got home, you didn’t see Seungmin and his shoes weren’t by the door. You took your shoes off and carried them with you as you walked into the kitchen. Seungmin wasn’t there either, so you called out his name and got no response.

You heard the code of your front door being typed in and you smiled. It was rare when you could catch Seungmin off guard. The man was always on his toes thanks to living with the rest of his friends and you wanted to take full advantage of it. You waited by the entrance of the kitchen and smirked seeing Seungmin coming in with bags in his hands that covered his face. You let him bump into you and he jumped back with a small yelp which made you laugh. Seungmin lowered his arms so that he could see over the bags and he just stared at you unamused.

You smiled and pecked his forehead seeing the twitch of his lips as he tried to keep looking unimpressed.

“I should return all this food since you want to be so funny.”

Changbin

Changbin was on the phone with his sister on the balcony when you were searching for him. You were heading out for work and wanted to say goodbye before you left. The sound of the glass door sliding open caught Changbin’s attention and he looked over his shoulder to see who was coming out. Upon seeing you, Changbin grinned and leaned back into his seat, fully relaxed. You had a fresh cup of coffee made in your hand and you handed it to Changbin with a sweet kiss to his forehead.

Changbin tried not to giggle and failed but he quickly coughed to hide it from his sister. You shook your head with a laugh and yelped when he slapped your butt playfully as you retreated.

“Have a good day at work, sweet cheeks!”

Jeongin

You could help but watch as Jeongin posed for the camera. He was trying so hard to look cool and you just thought he looked so freaking cute and handsome. You waited until after he took his photo to crowed his space and slap a big kiss in the center of his forehead. Jeongin pulled you onto his lap and pressed his cheek against yours before he grinned with his ears a heated color.

“Smile for the camera!”

#soc stray kids #bang chan #han #i.n #changbin #lee know #seungmin #hyunjin #felix #skz fluff #skz x gn!reader #skz scenarios #exqueuese me

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bagopucks · 1 year

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Trevor Zegras x Reader

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“That’s a funny one.” Trevor mumbled, his weight pressed against my side, head on my shoulder as we scrolled endlessly through TikTok’s on my phone. We were trying to kill time before a double date with Griffin and his girlfriend.

I scrolled into the next TikTok, smiling at the sight of the woman in it holding up a book.

“Oh god, skip.” Trevor reached out to swipe up before I smacked his hand away.

“Just relax.” I chastised. Trevor rolled his eyes, though I could not see them as he did it. The girl went on to explain the pose described in the book, and I couldn’t help but smile and blush at the idea. I chuckled softly at how excited she got about it. Trevor turned his head to peek up at me, his face scrunching in confusion at my clear enjoyment.

“What the hell is ‘the lean?’”

“Don’t worry about it, Trevor.” I shrugged him off.

“What is it?” He quickly sat up. I turned my phone off.

“It’s just a thing, okay? Something guys do in books.”

I never expected him to take it to heart, that I liked something a guy in a book did, that he didn’t do. But I realized later on that it stressed Trevor out. That he didn’t like knowing I enjoyed something, but not knowing what it was.

He certainly did his research too.

It was only a week later when I figured out why he’d been on his laptop so much. And refusing to let me ever use his own TikTok.

“Are you almost ready, T?” I sighed out from the doorway of our bedroom, my arms folded across my chest.

“Yes!” Trevor called from the bathroom. “You have no patience, woman.”

My brow rose immediately.

“We’re gonna be late to this charity event and-“ I paused. “Woman?” I questioned, giving him a chance to fix his choice of words.

Trevor finally stepped out of the bathroom, wearing black slacks and a white button down. His hair was styled to perfection, and the ring on his pinky reflecting the light from his bedroom ceiling.

“You have no patience, beautiful.” Trevor corrected as he made his way over, invading my senses as he raised an elbow to rest against the inside of the doorframe, supporting his weight as he leaned forward to capture my lips in a passionate kiss.

Damn.

I was the first to pull away, smiling to myself as my gaze followed the expanse of Trevor’s body. From his dress shoes up to the way his fingers gripped the top of the door frame.

“Keep this up and you can call me whatever the hell you want.” I teased softly. Trevor smirked.

“I gotta get on booktok more often, then.”

#nhl imagine #nhl x reader #trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras blurb #trevor zegras imagine

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stnexus · 7 months

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eat you up…!

NSFW, 18+, SMUT, MINORS DNI

satoru gojo x black!fem!reader

summary: gojo gets way too many ideas when he’s on an energy high after working out. like fucking you on the floor of the home gym just for fun.

content(s): pre-established relationship (gojo + reader), reader is a college student, mirror sex, spitting, one (1) spank, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, oral (male + female receiving), pretty light, gojo got some humor in here, please make sure you read everything before proceeding! be safe xoxo!

names used (?): pretty girl, baby, babygirl, princess, slut, pretty slut

word count: 3.2k+

boredom seemed to play at the edge of your mind as you found yourself sat in the middle of the bed. papers surrounding you as the light from your laptop illuminated your face. the warmth of the laptop grazed over your legs as its internal fans turned on to cool it down. it had been almost two and a half hours of you doing homework — your eyes were beyond tired from the concentration it took.

running a hand over your face, you paused to rub at your eyes. a yawn escaping your glossed lips. deciding to take a break, you stretched as you pulled yourself off of the bed, standing to your complete height. in the process you had gently pushed your papers and laptop over to your side of the bed, your (satoru’s) long black shirt swaying over your brown thighs as you moved.

grabbing your water bottle from the nightstand beside the bed, you took note that it was empty. and with no time wasted you made your way to the kitchen. opening one side of the fridge to grab the pitcher of filtered water and filling your pink water bottle.

as you closed the door of the fridge, you leaned your back against the kitchen isle. your acrylics tapping against it as boredom began to set in again.

the house was too quiet. aside from your gulps of water and the thrumming of music being filtered out of a room down the hall. satoru had insisted on having an in home gym, something he’d said about not having to leave every time he wanted to workout. he’d spent quite a lot of time setting everything up, but once he had done so he was ecstatic.

from a treadmill, to a weight rack, it seemed like he had found everything he needed. as you sauntered down the hallway, you laid a knock on the wooden door. until you realized he most likely couldn’t hear you over the sound of the music that was muffled on your side. with a twist of the silver handle, you pushed the door open slightly — just enough to poke your head through and get a peek.

you were met with the view of your boyfriend stood in the middle of the spacious room, doing arm curls with a dumbbell. a white t-shirt thrown on, though he had maneuvered one arm out of it as if he were in the process of taking it off and gave up. gray cotton shorts hung lowly on his hips, his white hair pushed away from his face with a black headband. sweat seemed to accent every bit of his form.

the imagery actually stopped you in your tracks. your lips slightly parted as you tried to blink away any thoughts. he’s definitely gotta be tired, now is not the time.

“ya’ know i can feel you staring right?” gojo’s voice broke you out of your short trance. setting the dumbbell down and pausing the music, your boyfriend moved to face you, turning his head away from the wall of mirrors in front of him as he did so. placing his hands on his hips, sending a smile your way, “…don’t get shy. you like what you see. i know, babygirl.”

“satoru shut the hell up,” you spoke after smacking your lips with a small eye roll. he was always being cocky with the little jokes he made, but that was part of what you loved about him. fully entertaining the room — water bottle in hand, gojo met you halfway. bending towards you to plant a kiss on your lips. his tongue swiping over your bottom lip in the process. “no you didn’t just lick my lipgloss off my lip…”

“mmm, cherry flavored,” the blue eyed man hummed as he purposefully ignored your statement. his white eyelashes fluttering as he joked. taking in your appearance he internally groaned, working out always made him extra excited. his energy was already through the roof, but working out was like an extra kick.

“and you brought me some water? look at my princess being nice.” he teased as he reached for the pink water bottle in your hand. only for you to pull it out of his reach; even though let’s be real here, that height and those long arms had such an advantage over you.

“i’m so close to throwing the water on you, actually,” you joked back as he laughed and grabbed at your waist, pulling you towards his sweaty form. “ewww, ‘toru…you’re all sweaty!” you spoke in between laughter as he planted kisses all over your face.

“…‘bet i could make you sweat too,” he spoke as he continued with his kisses, his breath fanning your face as he spoke right next to your ear. his statement was only a partial joke. he didn’t know about the warmth that stirred up in your lower stomach at his proclamation. ceasing his actions he used your lowered guard to grab your water bottle from your hand, popping the top open and talking long sips.

“don’t drink all of it i just re—” your words were cutoff by one loud obnoxious gulp signifying gojo had drank everything in the bottle. “…filled. you are such a headache.”

setting the bottle on the floor away from you both gojo grabbed at your waist once more. fingers drifting a little lower. his eyes trained on your face as if he were waiting for something. “i’m your headache, baby. and you know…i’m kinda hungry too.”

“oh, for real?” you hummed, “whatchu feel like eating?” you questioned teasingly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his lips once again.

“well, you came in here looking real good,” gojo started to speak. his hand trailed over your butt until he reached to the the hem of your shirt (his shirt), hands gliding up the back of your thighs and underneath the shirt to grab at your butt. “you only came in here with this shirt and…a pair of these pretty little panties.” he spoke as he slowly raised the shirt over your hips, looking down at the view of your white underwear with a cute little flower on the lacy trim.

“i think, it would only be right to eat you up. right here.” his hands continued to grab at your butt, kneading you under the palm of his hands. as he bent towards you and pressed his lips against your neck, listening to a light laugh that left your mouth before you began speaking.

“i would’ve thought all that energy would’ve been used on working out,” you teased. “i should’ve known better.”

“yeah you should’ve, i always have the energy for you pretty girl,” gojo replied as he made his way back up to your lips. tongue peeking out through your shared kiss as he pulled you down to the wooden floor beneath you both.

pulling away to pull his white shirt off himself completely he could’ve lost his mind as the sight of you. you sat in his lap, barely clothed cunt pressed right up against his crotch. sliding his hands under the shirt you wore he helped you pull it up over your head and off completely, throwing it somewhere around the room. gojo let out a groan as your breast were freed, your brown nipples budding to attention. pressing kisses on your collarbone and just above your nipples.

“i can touch you right here, baby?” he asked as if he were new to the view of your body. he liked to drag on the process, being a tease whenever he could. but a small mhmm, go ‘head ‘toru, was all he needed to hear. pinching at your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and middle fingers.

“can i use my mouth here too, pretty girl?” he questioned, and with no hesitation you agreed.

“ ‘toruuu stop playin’ around,” you groaned out at the stimulation he was giving your nipples.

“maybe i like to play with my food a little before i eat, hm,” gojo teased with a light laugh, “you know me, i’m a man who gets really sidetracked sometimes…”

“satoru, i swear if you—” your words were cut short by gojo’s lips enveloping one of your nipples. your acrylic adorned fingers threaded through his white tufts. feeling his tongue running over your nipple while his now free hand grabbed at your waist, his other hand continuing to tweak and flick at your unattended to nipple. a few moans slipped from your lips as he moaned against you, your thinly clothed cunt grinding against his shorts, directly over his hardening cock.

“well would you look at that,” gojo quipped as he moved to your other nipple, sucking for just a brief moment. “you taste just as good as ever baby…” you let out a small whine as gojo pulled away, guiding you to lean back and press your back onto the wood flooring. his hands guiding you gently. with a teasing laugh he began to kiss down your body — beginning at the middle of your chest, and kisses landing on your lower stomach.

“satoru,” you spoke as your hips moved slightly in order to cause some form of friction for the pool of heat growing between your legs. “please touch me…”

“i’ll do more than touch you,” satoru stated as he became eye level with your clothed center. spreading your legs for easy access as his breath fanned over you. he took in the wet spot decorating your pretty underwear. “yeah, i’m going to eat you up…”

with that gojo’s tongue licked at the wet spot, licking softly at your covered pussy. pressing his nose right up against your soft little bud through your panties he inhaled and breathed out with a deep sigh, laying a gentle kiss on your cunt. without moving his face, gojo maneuvered his slender fingers towards your underwear, pulling them to the side as he took in your glistening pussy.

“i can put my mouth right here too, right honey?”

“satoru, f—fuck, yes. you’re pissin’ me off…” you groaned at his teasing nature. feeling his breath brush over your most vulnerable spot was like torture, his pretty blue eyes twinkled as they locked on your own as he smiled. everything was so fucking funny to him. and his smile didn’t dare falter as he used his thumb and index finger to spread your cunt, getting a better look at your twitching pussy. he hadn’t even done anything yet — but here your were. soaking.

“i guess my food is a little snippy today, huh?” gojo joked, “but that’s alright, i’ve got something that can fix that.” running his tongue over your exposed clit, he took a long and harsh suck at the sensitive little spot. pulling a pretty cry from your lips. pulling back to let his thumb rub circles at the little button, gojo hummed as saliva formed in his mouth. spitting at your pretty pussy, the man groaned as his hips shifted against the wooden flooring.

“fuck you taste as good as always, always taste so good f’ me,” your boyfriend groans as his face is buried beneath your legs once more. licking, kissing, and sucking away at your perfect little clit. it felt like he was making out with your pussy, especially with how he kept mumbling about how perfect you were for him.

“look at her, she’s just so pretty and she looks so tight,” gojo cooed as he looked up at you, “maybe i should help her relax a bit, huh princess?”

“y—yeaa, do whatever you want,” you spoke almost drunkenly on the way gojo was making you feel. and he took your invitation well, because soon enough there was two fingers working you open while his tongue worked against your clit. his pale and slender fingers working in and out, fingertips dragging across your most sensitive spots inside you. scissoring you open whenever he deemed it appropriate.

“such a good girl,” gojo complimented as he watches you clench around his fingers. leaving a messy ring of cream all over them as you neared your release.

“ ‘toruuu i need t’ cu—cummm” your moan turn into a drawn out hum as you mind seemed to flutter along with your lower stomach.

“come on then princess, cum all over your man’s face,” he coaxed, fingers curling to hit your gspot repeatedly. his tongue leaving perverted amount of saliva all over your cunt, you were sure that was a mix of saliva and your arousal dripping onto the floor beneath you. you felt your stomach tightening as you listened to his words, the coil that was tightening in your stomach springing to life as you released all over his tongue.

and gojo would not let a drop go to waste as he licked all over your spent cunt. moaning into you as he grounded his hips into the floor beneath him. taking one more harsh suck at your clit as he pulls way. peering at your out of breath form as he set himself up on his knees, gojo pulled his cock out above the waistband of his underwear and shorts. your wetness still adorning his face.

his tip was sticky with precum, and it dribbled a bit down towards his shaft. the tip was definitely a bit red from how hard he was, his shaft still a little pale in comparison, blueish veins decorating his cool toned skin. his size was always a bit intimidating at first, he’s thick and long, but he knows just how to fuck you.

“ ‘wanna suck you off first…toru,” you spoke breathlessly as you pushed yourself up on your elbows. looking at his flushed skin, a natural blush forming on his cheeks and across his chest.

“yea..? get on your knees then pretty girl.”

watching him stand to his full height, you did as he said. your knees pressed into the stiff flooring. your knees would definitely pay for this later on, but right now that wasn’t a thought. hell, you don’t even know if you could form a thought beyond getting fucked out by your boyfriend.

sliding your tongue from the underside of his dick to the tip, you made sure to collect enough spit in your mouth as your lips wrapped around his tip. making sure your teeth didn’t hurt him in the process.

“uh— f—uck,” gojo choked out, “i see you don’t play around.” he teases as he thinks about how he always toys with you.

you roll your eyes as you look up at him, your eye contact crumbling him in ways you couldn’t even imagine. grabbing at your braids the white haired man pulled them into a lazy makeshift ponytail as your head bobbed up and down. his length disappearing and reappearing partially between your lips. whatever you couldn’t suck, your hand was wrapped around as it moved along with your other movements.

“shit…you’re so fucking good, such a little slut sometimes,” gojo groaned as his his hips began to move, careful to not gag you at the moment. “my little slut…my pretty slut…”

“(y/n)…” your boyfriend moaned out as he tapped at your cheek, “come on b—baby stop, i wanna fuck you…”. pulling at the makeshift ponytail, gojo pulled you away from his cock. watching as a string of saliva followed you as you pulled away. your lips glistening in the low light of the home gym. the sight alone was almost enough to make him cum. a small huff left his lips as he looked down at you, then back up at the wall of mirrors in front of you both. then that’s when it hit him all at once.

“face down, ass up. turn towards the mirror,” he ordered as he sunk back down to his knees. “yeaaa, good girl…” he cooed as you listened. a pretty arch being your resting position, your chin resting on your folded arms as you looked towards the mirrors. gojo gripped at your waist with one hand as he slid his cock over your cunt, bumping into your clit many times. every time causing your breath to hitch in your throat.

“tell me what you want. i wanna hear it,” gojo spoke, his voice seemed strained. like he was losing his mind just as much as you.

“ ‘wantchu t’ fuck me satoruuu, please…!” you whine through your still spit glistening lips.

“of course, pretty girl,” he had obviously lost his desire to joke around with how he began to push into you. pushing in until his hips met the plush feeling of your ass, the back of your thighs touching the front of his. pulling out slowly he listened to your pretty sounds, looking at your reflection in the mirrors. your lips parted, eyes heavy and lidded. and that’s what he liked to see.

gojo’s hip rolled against you slow and steady. his balls slightly bumping into your clit with each movement. it was like he was giving you a break when he pulled away only to split you open again and again over his thick length.

“s—satoruuu,” you whimpered, “it feels so good…”

“mhmm, ya’ want more?” he asked as his slow rhythm continued. a pretty ring of you arousal clinging to his cock. coating him every time he sheathed himself inside you.

“y—yea,” you moaned out.

planting one of his feet on the side of your body, gojo steadied himself. both of his hand grabbing at your waist now. his rhythm picking up speed as his hips begin to rock at a faster pace. he watched as your eyes began to close as you began to lose focus on your image in the mirror, letting go of your waist for just a second to land a smack on your ass. then placed his hand back.

“keep those eyes open, or i’ll stop,” he threatened. but he himself could barely believe his words, you felt too good. looking at yourself in the mirror you couldn’t shake the feeling of his heavy balls smacking against your clit, him stretching you out and seemingly hitting every spot possible inside your drooling pussy. your whines and cries reverberated off the walls of the home gym, you were sure if anyone nearby paid attention they’d hear you.

“so fuckin’ messy, you’re wetting the fuckin’ floor up…” gojo took note of a string of arousal that left a thin line from your pussy to the floor beneath you.

“f—uuck, ‘toru, imma cum a—again…” you whined, your voice raising an octave. your stomach felt tight, like you had been the one exercising.

“go ahead, i’m not stopping you,” gojo huffed out at he maintained eye contact through the reflection in the mirror. arm wrapping around you to rub your clit in fast tight circles. his hips stuttered as you tightened around him, creaming all over his cock and sucking him in like you didn’t want him to leave. but what was the icing on the cake was the begging words that left your mouth as you came.

“cum in me please, ‘toru. please, ah fuuuck, please cum in mee,” your pleads were like hearing a fucking siren song. his hips continue to stutter as you felt him twitch inside you, spilling his sticky seed inside you. his breath hitching in his throat as he let out a breathy whine. sliding out of you felt like leaving heaven, and he rested on his knees once again. grabbing you up and pulling you towards him before your legs gave out.

“i might just start fucking you in here instead of working out, actually, ” he confessed with a heavy sigh as he still attempted to catch his breath.

“you are so unserious, satoru gojo.”

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starlostastronaut · 4 months

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DAY 23 | HOLD BOTH YOUR HANDS

PAIRING: han jisung x reader

GENRE: fluff

WC: 0.67k

CW: nothing

PROMPT: "you are my new pillow"

if you followed this series from the start, you might know the prompt was different. that's because i liked the idea i got for the original prompt so much, i wanted to turn it into an actual fics and not rushed story under 1k. this one is very short, but hopefully the fluffines will make up for it. enjoy reading <3

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“Jisung? Jisung, come on, you need to move,” you groaned, trying to push your boyfriend off of you. He had been laying on top of you ever since he came back from the studio, which was at least half an hour ago. He hadn't moved or fallen off despite you squirming under him, which was honestly admirable, so you let him. But now your bladder was starting to make itself known, so you restarted the attempts at pushing him away. “I'll be right back, I promise, Ji. I just need to use the bathroom, and then you can lay on me again,” you pleaded. Jisung seemed to consider your proposal, which almost made you smack him with a pillow. What was there to consider in such a request? Thankfully, he moved away soon, and you sprinted from the bed in the direction of the bathroom.

You came back to a pouty rapper on your bed. “You seriously won't survive for five minutes without me, will you?” you mocked him, but there was no malice in your tone, and Jisung knew. Your eyes were overflowing with fondness and affection for him, as they were every time you looked at the rapper. “You're so fucking whipped for him, always giving him the heart eyes,” Minho remarked one day before you and Jisung got together. “Shut up,” you whined then, but now you had to admit Minho was right after all. At least you weren’t alone in that pit, Jisung too had the disgustingly in-love expression whenever you were in the same room, as his members liked to point out to tease him.

You walked back to the bed, where Jisung patiently waited. “You threaded your fingers into his hair, gently massaging his scalp as he leaned into the touch and closed his eyes in contentment. You smiled and moved to kneel on the bed next to him. Your hand never stopped its ministrations, which turned out to be a rather difficult task as you tried to keep your balance climbing onto the bed, but somehow you managed. Resting your back against the wall behind your bed, you pulled Jisung into your lap. His head found its place in the place where your shoulder met your neck, and he sighed, completely relaxed. You circled your arms around his waist, keeping him in place. Not that he would ever try to run away, in fact, Jisung said on multiple occasions that you were his favourite pillow. You just liked to hold him, enjoying how small he felt in your embrace. With his eyes closed, his face buried in your neck, and his chest slowly rising and falling, he looked so much younger and more vulnerable than he was. A sense of possessiveness lit up in your chest, along with the need to protect him from everything.

You leaned down to place a few kisses in his hair. That action made Jisung smile, and you only held him tighter. Jisung sleepily suggested watching some anime, claiming to be too tired to do anything but still awake enough to not fall asleep. You agreed. Keeping one hand around his body, you, by some miracle, managed to place the laptop onto the bed before maneuvering both of you to lie on your sides. You wrapped around Jisung's back like a koala while he searched for a show to watch.

You barely got to the end of the first episode before you could hear his soft snoring. “Not tired my ass,” you scoffed. As if he heard you, Jisung made a disapproving sound in his sleep, and you rushed to stroke his hair comfortingly, muttering apologies in between placing kisses on his neck and shoulder, ushering him deeper into his sleep through the gentle touches. When you were sure he wasn't going to wake up, you moved the laptop away and settled more comfortably behind him. Reaching for a blanket, you covered both of you and closed your eyes, drifting off to sleep not long after.

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honeyhotteok · 10 months

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summary: you get a pleasant surprise one rainy night.

You sit on your bed mindlessly scrolling away on your laptop when a text from Jake pops up on your phone screen.

“Hey, are you up rn?”

“yeah, what’s up?” you reply back.

Almost immediately after your text is sent, you hear the sound of knuckles tapping against your bedroom window. You place your laptop down on the bed and walk over to pull the curtains back, and there’s Jake Kim crouching in front of your windowsill, hair completely drenched from the rain. He brings his hand up for a wave and gives you a sheepish smile. What on earth?

You open the window to let him in before forcing it shut again. You finally see the open cuts and wounds on his face and shoulder.

You also notice that the white t-shirt he’s wearing is drenched and clinging to every curve of his muscles, the tattoos on his chest and biceps visible through his now see-through shirt.

“My eyes are up here, gorgeous,” he grins.

You snap out of it and smack his chest out of habit. He winces and you remember his injured state, “oh, my god sorry- ugh, just- wait here.”

You rush out into your bathroom, your ears still tinted pink. You catch your breath and remember why you came in here in the first place, and you begin rummaging through the cupboards until you find the first aid kit. You carry it back to your room, where Jake’s now sitting at the edge of your bed.

You sit next to him and apply pressure to the cut on his face to stop the bleeding before dabbing the wound with antibiotic cream using a cotton swab. He winces at the contact.

“Sorry, sorry.”

You cover the wound with adhesive bandage and move on to the cut on his shoulder to do the same. You sigh, “you reckless bastard.”

He smiles at you softly. “Thanks.”

You lift his face with your hand to check for any additional cuts you may have missed.

“Yeah, yeah. Taking care of you isn’t terrible, I guess.”

You’ve finished patching him up, and realize just how close his face has been to yours this whole time.

You stand up with a start and cross over to your closet and search for the most oversized shirt of yours you can find.

“Here, you should change so you don’t catch a cold,” tossing the shirt over to him. It ends up fitting him perfectly.

A bolt of lightning flashes across the sky outside your window. “Um, you can sleep over tonight if you want,” you offer.

“Yeah? Okay, I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“What? No, it’s so uncomfortable-”

“I’ll be fine. Do you have an extra pillow?”

You tentatively hand him one of your pillows from your bed, which he places on your bedroom floor before lying down and resting his head on it.

You glance over at him on the floor. You finally exhale and grab his arm to yank him up onto your bed.

You lie there staring at the ceiling with the covers pulled up to your chest while he lies on the other side of the bed above the sheets.

“Are you still awake?” he whispers.

You turn to face him, his cheek resting on his arm on his pillow and his eyes already fixed on you in a soft gaze. “Yeah.”

“Y’know, I actually didn’t come by just to get patched up by you. I also… just wanted to see you.”

You wonder if he can see you blush in the dark.

“Stop flirting with me and go to sleep, Jake,” you say, unable to hide your smile.

He laughs. “Good night, Y/N.”

The soft moonlight from the window illuminating your silhouette combined with the sound of rain hitting your window lull him into a slumber deeper and more peaceful than he’s experienced in a while.

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hydrangeyes · 6 months

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So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!

I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.

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Shigaraki is horny but you're not giving him any attention, trying to pull you away from work. You think it's kinda funny and have no problem taking care of him right there and then. Shigaraki is a brat and you can't convince me otherwise.

Warning: spanking, fingering, edging, a bit of tears/light dacryphilia, overstimulation, public sex, cock warming

Didn't name this one, and I for sure thought I deleted but what a surprise! I think this was my first reinterest in writing full on smut, also unfinished lmao so it really is just foreplay

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Why were you ignoring him!?

He’s been at this for almost an hour already (it’s been 5 minutes), can’t you see that he was ready to burst!? Calling for you, bending over on the other side of the table, calling you again. Shigaraki scowls from where he was standing besides you just barely out of view in nothing but one of your large shirts and boxer briefs. Today was suppose to be your day off, so you were visiting and were suppose to keep him company with a full day of gaming.

But no, even with the new hideout empty, you were still working!! Paperwork, laptop and all!

You even put back on your pants. that made him let out a displeased whine, no shame with everyone out and not able to see his needy display. He worked so hard convincing you to let him tear off the other pair, where did you get this one?

Shaking his head, Shigaraki creeps closer seeing that you're in the middle of a video call. Tough. Making sure to use only 3 fingers, shigaraki nudges the laptop in a different direction and quickly plops himself onto your lap.

"Shig!"

"Oh good, I have your attention now."

He grins wrapping his arms around you loosely. You're the one scowling now, telling your coworker that it was your cat and he had to clean up the spill, reaching to turn on mute.

"Mmh good~ I really only want you to hear me." Shigaraki purrs wiggling his hips to get comfy. "Oh no you don't." You huff gripping his hips to keep him still glaring. "You think I'll let this slide?"

Shigaraki glares back tensing his arms so you cant push him off. "Today was suppose to be for us. Only us and our favorite games! Not your stupid work." He whines out the last sentence.

You sigh a little, which makes him relax again. Feeling this you quickly flip him to be lying across your lap instead, ignoring is outraged squeak. "My 'stupid' work is what got you that game. I know today was just for us brat, but I needed to be apart of the meeting."

You hum using one hand to firmly keep your wiggling partner in place, the other rubbing down his back and just above the swell of his ass. In all honesty the moment he called out for you, you were distracted. But pretending to ignore him was always fun, his usual lazy behavior changing on the spot.

Shigaraki stops his wiggling at your touch, arching to try and encourage you. He inwardly curses his past self from 10 minutes ago for even bothering with clothes.

"It wasn't going to be long either, but I should have know my cute little brat wouldn't wait patiently." You growl, lifting and giving his ass a firm slap.

"Ah!!"

"Tsk, I really thought you learned your lesson the last time you interrupted my work." Cooing softly as you watch him shudder, you can see the tip of his ears start to turn red.

You don’t let him respond before placing another firm slap, then another and another. Watching as he yelps and whimpers with each smack. Shigaraki arches and moans into it, gripping with 4 fingers each the end of the chair.

Panting and trying to grind against you shigaraki bites his lips to try and muffle just how much he was enjoying this. But you know your brat well, plus you can just feel how much he’s leaking on your leg.

Easing up you hum nonchalantly eyes hooded rubbing his red cheeks, giving him a moment to come back. Reaching to your bottom desk drawer you

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Legit where the draft ended lmaooooooo

#I had PLAN when writing this- eh might come back lolol #male reader #top male reader #Bhna x male reader #Shigaraki x male reader

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sturniolotrip-samandcolby-lover · 8 days

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Chris sturniolo -focus

Pairing -domChris x British reader fem

Summary -When you decide to show your boyfriend you favourite British show , he gets bored and decides to test how good you can focus .

Warnings - smut , swearing , fingering, unprotected sex, p x v intercourse , slightly Dom Chris ,Dirty talking ,bulge kink , cream pie , praising,multiple orgasms.mentions of spanking , mentions of rough sex , mentions of masturbation. Thats all I think let me know guys if I've missed anything.

Author note -use of y/n , first person and not proofread .

Word count -2k

"Chrisss it's starting" I shout to my boyfriend of 1 year , dragging out his name while he leaves his bathroom and makes his way over to the bed."I don't get why you love this show so much ain't it just about people baking" he replies to me as he lifts the thick blue quilt up so he can get into bed , allowing the cold air to hit my side I'm instantly overwhelmed by warmth as Chris lays beside me ."oh no it's so much more then just people baking , it's a competition , it's entertaining and most importantly it's funny when things go wrong" I say with overenthusiastic excitement describing my favourite show ' the great British bake off' ."sounds like it's even more sterotypically British then you are , what are they going to do in the breaks eat fish and chips with the queen" he says with a awful fake British accent laughing "babe the queen is dead" I say shocked by his choice of words "oh shit yeah" he says linking an arm around my waist as i roll onto my side facing the laptop , I feel Chris make himself comfortable behind me spooning me from behind with my back against his chest .I press play on the screen.

The theme song starts to play and I do my basic girl thing ofo doing a happy little dance eating a deep chuckle from Chris ."you and this show I'm starting to think you love it more then you love me" he whispers in my ear giving me a quick kiss onto my neck."hmmm possibly" I say with a smirk on my face winding him up .*wack* "oh really" Chris says smug as he smacks my ass i can almost hear the smirk in his voice.Resulting in a squeal and laugh from me .We watch the first quarter of the show in a comfortable silence as the adverts start I hear a sigh from Chris as his deep breath hits the back of my neck causing me have instant goosebumps.

He shuffles behind me so that his head is higher up then mine , bits of his hair tickling my cheek "you know what" he says with his voice in a deep whisper I can't help but feel butterflies in my stomach ."you look so beautiful right now" he says kissing my forehead .I feel my face get hot as I blush at his compliment " good job it's dark in here or you'd see me looking more red then a embarrassed lobster but thank you , you look beautiful too" I move my head so that I can reach his lips and I meet them with a light kiss , that both Chris and I smile into .We hear the show begin again so we both draw our attention back to it .

*5 minutes later*

We're still silent as we continue to watch the show when I feel Chris hand move under the waistband of the grey joggers of his that Im wearing, I try to focus on his laptop but the feeling of Chris's rough hands against the peachy flesh of my ass is slightly distracting."hmmm you're so warm mama" Chris talks into my ear more to himself then me.He rubs my ass cheek with his hand and I get deja vu from last time his hand rubbed my ass was last week when he caught me touching myself, Chris decided to teach me a lesson by spanking me and rubbing my ass to sooth me ."I must be that hot " I joke to him pretending to flick my hair , earning a laugh from him .I feel his hand start to move over my hip and close to my exposed core , causing me to let a small whimper of anticipation earning yet another laugh from chris."what are you doing y/n?" He whispers into my ear so innocently as if he doesn't know what he's doing .I keep my mouth shut knowing that the next noise that falls out of my mouth would be a moan ."answer me baby girl" chris says in a demanding tone ."trying to focus" i say through a breath to him ."shall we see how good you can focus mama" he says seductively "what do you me-" im cut off when his hand lands on my pussy with a quick smack."keep focusing on the laptop baby girl and you can cum and if you dont well take a wild guess who isn't coming tonight" He says to me finishing his sentence with another wack to my pussy , I nod my head signaling to chris that i understand."good girl" i hear him say as his fingers move up and down my slit getting coated in my juices ."so wet for me already and ive barely touched you" chris says causing a moan to fall out of my mouth .

"Please Chris , please" I say between breathless moans ."awe what is it baby" he says to me in a mocking tone "please just so something" I respond "well since you asked so nicely" he says in the same mocking tone as his fingers find my clit rubbing in quick circles I throw my head back against his shoulder as the instant ecstacy builds with every move of Chris's fingers "remember focus baby else you're not cumming tonight" he reminds me as my legs start to quiver around his hand."fuck..." I moan out closing my eyes thankfully that Chris was still behind me else he would of reminded me again to focus ."you're so good Chris" I squeal out "look at you already on the brink of cumming and I've not even went inside of you yet" I hear Chris say , sounding distant as I feel my release coming fast "please Chris please I need to cum I'm gonna cum" I say throw pants and moans ."go on baby be a good girl and cum" he says into my ear as his fingers move faster then they was previous as I feel my release overwhelm my body as I'm left a shaking , moaning mess while Chris continues rubbing my clit as he helps me ride through my orgasm ."so good mama , you look so pretty when you cum" he says as he pauses his movements "you're so pretty you're going to do it again " he continues all the attempt of focus has gone out the window as one of Chris's arms reach over me slamming the laptop shop his fingers that are still rest on my clit dives straight into my pussy as he pushes one into earning a instant moan " so tight baby even after I've already made you cum once you're tight" he says to himself more then me as he pushes a second finger in , plowing me he starts of deep and slow as his pace speeds up .The sound of my pussy wetness filling the room , Chris's fingers move so fast and so deep I can hear him talk to me but no words make sense I can't even place words myself I just have moans and whispers falling from my mouth as my second orgasm of the night builds up faster then the first one did ."so wet baby I can feel you clenching around me , do you wanna cum girl" he asks me hypothetically "yes god yes please Chris can I cum" the words leave my mouth in a embarrassing whining sound.Chris uses his spare hand to spread my shaking thighs as they try to close around his fingers , "gotta stretch you out ready to take my cock" I hear him says as he places a third finger into my wet pussy .He fingers go deeper and faster curling to touch my gspot as i throw my head back again as swear words, moans and Chris's name repeatedly falls out of my mouth as i cum for the second time tonight .Again he doesn't stop his actions until my body goes limp against his .He pulls his fingers out of me as i hear him sucking my juices off , i move around in his arm so i could face him when im greeted with his lust filled blue eyes staring into my dazed ones as he sucks his fingers clean of my juices .

"You good baby girl" he asks me I nod my head in agreement to him ."good cus you're gonna do it one more time " he says as he rolls me over already taking my jogging bottoms off."Chris I don't know if I can" I say tiredly to him "you can baby just one more time , cum around my cock let me fill you up mama " he whisper to me grabbing my chin so he can move my head so that I look at him ."okay" I say to him "I wanna watch you cum again" he says as he holds me legs up and open and rest the head of his dick at my entrance before he thrusts in stretching me perfectly, we both let out moans , with our mouths open and staring into each others eyes. He starts thrusting into , fucking me mercilessly .I feel his cock go deeper inside of me I move my hand over to my stomach when I feel a bulge it's Chris dick he's so deep inside of me that he's actually made a bulge in me ."feel this" I say to him between moans as I grab Chris's hand and move it over to where he dick is making itself well known in me."fuck im so deep in you" he said still holding my face so our mouths are touching as we speak were that close .

Chris never slack in his movement as he continues to thrust into me at a inhumane speed , I'm left almost screaming against his mouth showing the Chris that I'm near my release."you're shaking baby" Chris states with a smirk as his hand that is still holding my leg up reaches further up and rubs my already over sensitive clit fast and nearly coming " keep your eyes on me baby , I wanna see your pretty face when you cum on my cock" he says and that's all that it takes for me to release myself over him "good girl such a good girl" he says to me as he helps me ride out my final orgasm ."please Chris" I say to him as my body is exhausted after my orgasms Chris shows no mercy and continues to fuck me relentlessly "what baby" he says in the same mocking tone from earlier "cum Chris please fill me up I want to feel your load" those last few dirty words are all that is needed as its chris time to moan into my mouth as i feel his long hot strings of cum coat my walls .He stills and pulls out of me leaving us both a panting mess as he kisses my now sweaty forehead "im so proud baby , you took me so well".are the last words i hear chris say before i fall asleep with my head against his chest .

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sentimental-idiot25 · 7 months

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Shoko's premed days:

Gojo opened his eyes and turned his head to face the only direction of light coming from the room; it was Shoko’s laptop. She was studying for her final med school exam.

"Sho, what's the time?" he mumbled, still battling the remnants of sleep clouding his senses.

“Shoko, her eyes locked onto the screen, responded without breaking her concentration, "It's 3:46 am."

Gojo let out a groan, his voice still laced with drowsiness. “Go to bed,” Shoko, unfazed by the late hour, reached for her drink on the nightstand and swirled it around in front of the laptop, allowing the label to catch the available light and become visible to Gojo. "I've got another 30 pages of research to plow through and synthesize for my discussion post," Gojo's eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "Are you seriously sipping on a Red Bull at this ungodly hour?"

She chuckled softly, undeterred by his skepticism. "It's only my second one," she confessed with a mischievous grin. "Keeps me going."

"You're absolutely insane."

“Do you feel awake?” She finally turned her head and asked. “Well, sure—“ Before he could finish, Shoko thrusted the laptop to him. “Quiz me!”

Gojo blinked in surprise as Shoko handed him the laptop, the screen now filled with medical terminology and diagrams. He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the last traces of sleep. "You want me to quiz you on this stuff at almost four in the morning?"

Shoko nodded, "Yep, it's the best time to test my knowledge. Come on, Gojo, I need your help. Quiz me on anything you see here."

Gojo squinted as he read the words on the screen, “Ah, here’s one, what do you call a crazy woman who refuses to sleep,” He looked back up at her with a slight smile.

“Gosh I don’t know. I wonder, Gojo, what do you call a guy who's about to spend his night on the floor at 4 am?"” She looked at him blinking. “Got me there, thankfully I’m not the one who needs to pass this test,” he said handing her back her laptop. Shoko let out a groan as she leaned back against the pillow she had propped up between the headboard and her body. “I’m gonna go fucking insane,” She let out. “Too late for that one,” Gojo said with a raised upper lip. Shoko took the pillow from behind her and smacked him with it.

#sentimental idiot25 #satoshoko #shoko x gojo #jjk #shoko #gojo

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chocojae · 1 year

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[02:47]

pairing ▸ boyfriend! jaehyun x gender neutral reader genre ▸ fluff | crack word count ▸ 788. warnings ▸ profanity

YOU ROLLED TO THE OTHER SIDE OF BED, EYES WIDE OPEN AND HEART BEATING ALOUD.

The constant rustling of the bushes seemed to echo in the tense room, and it only made you jump out of fear.

It would be an utter lie to say you are not scared to the bones. Because you are.

Funny how your stupid ass is admitting it now because just three hours ago you remembered fishing out your laptop from the bag and courageously watching a horror film to shoo your boredom away.

A loud thud against the wall made you flinch, and the sound of muffled footsteps following soon after only made you shoot open your eyes. Hey, wait! Did someone just stack up the ladder against your dorm’s wall and was climbing up?

Several scenarios ran through your head. Could it be a killer who’s going to murder you because killing was his hobby? Or could it be a haunted doll who has a butcher’s knife in her left hand and a creepy smile — whatever be it, it was clear you were in danger.

So, with every little ounce of courage left in your body, you pushed the blanket off yourself and took the heavy ass book from your side table, approaching the window carefully and angling the book to smack the stranger.

Soon your eyes caught a well built figure releasing a sigh. You couldn’t make out who it was due to how dark it was — and because of your tinted window, of course. But the second the window slid open, you hit the stranger with all your might.

“Oh shit—”

As you were about to close the window and lock it, the stranger’s voice caught your attention. Holy shit, it was your boyfriend. Your eyes widened and you abandoned the book in your hand to help your boyfriend crawl in.

He was groaning and hissing in pain. All of a sudden guilt rushed through you. Though you were trying to protect yourself (and ignoring the fact that a book isn’t even close to being suitable for self defense) you accidentally hit your boyfriend, your freaking boyfriend.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Jaehyun didn’t reply, looking at you with his squinted eyes. Maybe he was judging you? Maybe he was thinking of beating the shit out of you? You didn’t know. “I know that,” He pauses, gulping. “I ate your pizza without your permission but hey that’s mean.”

“I am serious.” You gently shove his hand off his face. “Did it hurt?”

“Not really, but yes—“

“Oh my god! I am so sorry. I thought you were someone who came to kill me so I smacked you—“

“You didn’t even let me finish, babe.” He chuckles and runs a hand through his hair. “No, it didn’t hurt when you smacked me with a book but yes,” He passes you a silly grin. “It did hurt when I fell from heaven.” You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle at his dorkiness.

“But, things aside— why in the world are you here literally at 3 in the morning?” Jaehyun doesn’t say anything, opting to flop on your bed instead. You follow him soon after, facing him as he stared at you intimately.

“I missed you.” He finally says, dimples flashing. A comfortable silence takes over the room as you stare into his beautiful orbs. It almost turned into a staring contest before he once again spoke.

“I still don’t get it though, why are you awake when you are usually sleeping at this hour? Also, pretty disappointed you didn’t lock your window.” You fake a cough, cheeks turning pink from embarrassment.

“I— um, was watching a movie since I couldn’t sleep. I genuinely thought I would be worn out after watching the movie and will fall asleep but oh, well.” You sigh, earning a deep chuckle from the man beside you.

“I bet it was a thriller movie, right?”

“More like a horror.” Jaehyun nods at your answer. “Finally understood why you threw that book of yours in my handsome face.” You mumbled a quiet sorry before laughing along with him.

“Since both of us can’t sleep, how about we snuggle up?” You suggest, watching his eyes twinkle up in amusement as you embrace his torso, leaning in close enough to get stiff of his cologne. It didn’t take him long to hug you back.

“Goodnight. Hope you dream of me.” Though you couldn’t see him, you were sure a stupid grin would be adoring his face.

“Lord, I hate you.” You whispered sweetly, leaning in to press a kiss on his jaw.

“Love you too.”

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This is Just the Beginning

Raylan Givens x Reader

Words: 2907

Summary: The reader’s husband finds out she’s been investigating a series of disappearances without telling him after she comes home with a dislocated shoulder and a concussion.

Notes: I don’t really know where I was going with this one, but you know what, it was fun to write. I couldn't resist writing a good 'who hurt you' story with Raylan. I also might write more to this story, hence the cliffhanger, but I thought that starting off in the middle of the drama would be fun to experiment with. I love me a good in medias res. This man has taken full control of my brain, so be ready for possible other Timothy Olyphant appearances on this blog.

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You took a deep breath, braced yourself, and jerked your arm. Biting your lip, your muffled cry of pain still filled the bedroom as you popped your shoulder back into place. Your vision blurred even more, adding to your already dizzy state. You stumbled your way to the bathroom where the mirror revealed more carnage.

A large gash on your forehead explained the pounding in your head and a massive mark on your left cheek showed the beginnings of a nasty bruise. As for the rest of you, it felt like you’d been trampled by all of the horses in the Kentucky Derby.

All to get you to stop looking. To scare you into submission. To forget about all of those girls.

Instead, it just pissed you off.

But that would have to wait. For now, you were just grateful your husband would be out of town until tomorrow. It at least gave you some time to figure out how to hide your injuries so he didn’t have a goddamn heart attack. The last thing you needed was to have to explain what you’d been doing that led to you getting jumped in the parking lot of your work.

What Raylan didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Hoping to distract yourself from all the throbbing and aches throughout your body, you pulled out your computer to get some work done, maybe figure out who it was that attacked you. There were moments, between the swings and the yelling, that you thought you got a good enough look at the bastard. Skinny, white, teeth that hadn’t seen a brush in years, and you were pretty sure he had a tattoo on his hand. You should know from how many times it smacked you around.

You flexed your jaw, wincing. “Son of a bitch,” you muttered, pulling up your search engine and typing in the Chamberlain Family Movers website. The cover image depicted all of the members of their little clan of criminals. You narrowed your eyes and leaned over your screen to get a better look.

The front door opened.

You slammed your laptop shut.

“Shit,” you said. “Shit shit shit shit shit.” You scrambled to your dresser for your concealer. “Raylan, honey, is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” he called back, sounding tired. “Got the job done early so they sent me home.”

“That right?” In your hurry, your hand swept the tube of makeup you needed and you watched in panic as it rolled behind the dresser. “Goddamnit.”

“Guess that means we can break open that wine you wanted to, huh?”

“Yeah, that sounds nice!”

There had to be something. You had to find something. You tried reaching behind the dresser, but it just made the screaming pain in your shoulder shoot up again and you had to cover your mouth with your hand to keep from making any sound.

Heavy footsteps echoed up the stairs.

You kept your back to the door and your arm behind the dresser.

Raylan opened the door.

“Whatcha doing?” He asked, clicking the door shut behind him.

“Looking for my makeup,” you said, your bruised cheek pressed against the wooden surface.

“In the dark?” He turned on the light. “Do you want some help?”

“No, no, I almost got it.” You stretched your fingers, accidentally bumping it further away. “Shit.”

“Are you sure?” He chuckled. “Not that I’m complaining about the view here, sweetheart, but that cannot be comfortable.”

“Almost…” You caught the tube of concealer between your middle finger and pointer. “There.” You stood up straight, careful to not be facing him. “Now I’m gonna go put it on. I want to look pretty if we’re having a date night.” You hurried to close the bathroom door, putting an inch and three-eighths between you and his gaze.

“Hold up,” he said before you could close it. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah.” You kept your face turned away. “I just want to put on some makeup.”

You almost had it. Just a few more inches…

Raylan put a foot in the door. “Why won’t you look at me?” He put a hand on your cheek.

“Raylan, wait,” you said.

He turned your head to face him and, immediately his face changed. His mouth fell open and his hand fell to his side, but it was his eyes that got you. Oh, his eyes. They filled with worry, but with that, there was a fire. A fire that burned all the way through you.

“What happened?”

You held up a hand, motioning for him to calm down before that flame in his eyes turned into a wildfire.

“Raylan,” you said calmly, sweetly.

“Don’t Raylan me,” he snapped back. “What the hell happened?” He didn’t let you finish. “Somebody mug you? What have I told you, Y/N, you don’t fight ‘em, you give-”

“I know you are not blaming me right now when I’m standing in front of you with a bruise the size of Tennessee on my face,” you scoffed, crossing your arms as best you could. “God, Raylan, you always have to say ‘I told you so.’” Despite the bite in your words, you couldn’t stop the crack in your voice.

His eyes softened. He brought his hand back to your face, gently grazing your cheek.

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he sighed. “I’m sorry.”

Raylan pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly. But when his embrace hit your shoulder, you cried out against his chest. He pushed back in a panic, eyeing you for the injury.

“It’s, dis-” you took a sharp breath. “Dislocated. I popped it back just before you got here.”

“You relocated your own shoulder? Why the hell would you do that?”

“I figured if I went to a hospital, you’d find out about it, or hell, maybe someone would think you did it.” You blinked back tears, looking up at the ceiling.

Raylan saw marks on your neck. Like someone had put a boot there.

The fire in his eyes returned.

“Come here.” He led you to the bed, careful not to hurt your shoulder again. “Now, sweetheart, I need you to tell me what happened.”

You swallowed. “You’re not gonna like it.”

“I don’t like coming home to you beat to hell either,” he said. “So you’d better just tell me and I can figure this out.”

“You won’t be doing anything.”

He tilted his head in warning. “Y/N, honey, just tell me who roughed you up. I’m not going to run off and shoot ‘em if that’s what you're worried about.”

That was exactly what you were worried about.

That, and dragging him into the mess you’d found yourself in was the last thing you wanted.

Lie.

“A guy jumped me when I got to my car after work,” you said. If you kept things vague enough, maybe he wouldn't keep asking. Who were you kidding? You married a Marshal. So you added one more thing to throw him off the scent. “Took my purse.”

Raylan’s eyes narrowed in confusion, darting between you and something behind you.

“The mugger took your purse?”

“Uhuh,” you lied. “And I did exactly what you told me to. I cooperated. I didn’t mouth off. And he still beat the shit out of me. Some people I guess.”

Raylan leaned forward and pointed. “That purse?”

You turned. Sure enough, that damn bag hung on the back of your chair.

Shit.

“N-no, my other purse.”

“You don’t have another purse, honey,” he sighed. “Unless you have another husband that bought you a different one.” Raylan moved so he was crouched in front of you, taking your hands in his. “Just tell me the truth, baby.”

You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and blurted it out.

“I’ve been looking into some disappearances. I think it might trace back to a crime group outside of Lexington, but I wasn’t sure and I went down there to look around and someone must have seen me-”

Raylan held up a hand.

“You started investigating organized crime and you didn’t think to tell me?”

He spoke slowly and quietly. You would have preferred he yelled.

“I was only looking into it because a friend of mine’s daughter was taken. I wasn’t sure it would lead back to anything big.”

His expression stayed the same. Eerily calm. “You started investigating organized crime and you didn’t think to tell me?” He repeated.

“They’re taking girls, Raylan,” you exclaimed. “I had to do something.”

He stood up.

You followed, moving to the chair to grab your purse.

Raylan spoke from behind you. “Where are you going?”

“I’m not going to sit here and be lectured by you,” you said. “I need to go check on Beth, anyway. If they found me, they might have found her too.”

“If you are going anywhere, it’s to a goddamn hospital.” There was the yelling you were looking for. “Do you have any idea what kind of shit you are in?”

“No, Raylan, I really hadn’t thought about the possibility that the Chamberlains might have a problem with me looking into their human trafficking!” You clamped your mouth shut. Shit. You shouldn’t have said that.

“You went after the Chamberlains alone?”

“I think we’ve established the alone part, honey. You’ve made it very clear.”

“Goddamnit, Y/N, this isn’t a joke!” He whirled you around to face him. “I’ve dealt with these people before. And this,” he motioned to your multiple injuries. “This is just the beginning.” He took your face in his hands, thumb running over the mark on your cheek. “It’s just the beginning.”

Looking into your husband’s dark, worried eyes, you almost broke.

How hard would it be for them to find him? To make him bleed, to break him. And it would be your fault.

You had to catch them first.

“Alright, I won’t go to Beth’s tonight,” you sighed. “But I’m not going to a hospital either.” You stopped him before he could argue. “It’ll draw too much attention.”

“Sweetheart, your head is bleeding, you probably have a concussion, and you relocated your own goddamn shoulder,” he said.

“Well, it’s a good thing I have you here to keep an eye on me then, hm?” You put on your sweetest smile and pressed your lips against his to keep him from fighting about it.

When he pulled away, there was a small smile, albeit a reluctant one, on his face. “I’ll go get something to clean that then,” he said, pointing to the gash on your head.

“I’ll surrender to that.”

He kissed your forehead as he went.

You waited until you heard his footsteps on the stairs to reopen your computer, peering at the picture until your head hurt.

There, in the very center, was the sonofabitch who attacked you.

You would have crossed your arms in frustration if your shoulder still didn’t hurt so damn bad. If he was going to treat you like a kid, you were very tempted to start acting like one.

He led you into the office, pointed at you, then pointed at the chair across from his.

“You. Sit.”

“Yes. Sir.” You pronounced with the same agitated tone he presented. Despite your defiant eye, you did as he said and sat down, catching a glimpse of your reflection in the glass of a photograph. An ugly bruise sure enough covered the lower left half of your face and the cut Raylan cleaned the night before.

“I’ll be right back,” he said. “You think about anything and everything you can tell me about what you found out. And I mean all of it, Y/N.” The sternness and frustration in his voice hid something else that only someone who knew him like you did could see.

He was scared shitless.

Art was already out of his office, watching the encounter between the two of you curiously.

“Raylan, I didn’t know it was bring-your-wife-to-work-day,” he snarked. When you turned your head, revealing your injuries, his teasing smirk fell. “Good Lord, what happened?”

“I gotta talk to you,” Raylan sighed. “Now.”

Art nodded and led him into his office, closing the door behind them.

“Hi, Mrs. Givens,” Rachel greeted with a small smile and a questioning gaze.

“Oh, it’s just Y/N today,” you said. “My husband’s a touch mad at me, so I think it’s best to leave his name out of it.” You watched her eyes widen. “Oh God, no this wasn’t him.” You laughed humorlessly. “This is my own mess, as I’m sure he’d love to point out.”

“Looks like quite the mess,” she noted, motioning to your cheek.

“Yeah well, even Marshalls can’t stop the world from happening, right? Despite what Raylan would like me to believe.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “Good luck convincing him of that. Sometimes I think he must believe he’s Superman with the shit he gets himself into.”

“Tell me about it.”

The two of you laughed. You tried to get a look into Art’s office, but the blinds were drawn shut. You didn’t like being talked about behind closed doors. It made you feel like a kid waiting for your parents outside of the principal's office. And you didn’t even work here.

Your leg bounced with a mix of impatience and anxiety. You were so high-strung that you nearly jumped out of the chair when your phone rang, your knee hitting the edge of Raylan’s desk. Everyone in the office looked up at you. You pretended like nothing happened as a string of whispered curses left your mouth. When you looked at the number, you sighed. It was just Beth.

“Hey, I can’t really talk right now, but I might have found something.”

“Do anything to alert the pretty little Marshal next to you and we’ll shoot Mrs. McCaughly,” a voice you didn’t recognize said.

You froze.

They continued. “Go outside. There’s a car waiting to pick you up. We just want to talk.”

“Hold on, I think you’re breaking up. Let me see if I can get a better signal.” You kept your tone as level as possible. Luckily, everyone in the office had returned to their mountains of work, including Rachel.

“We appreciate your corroboration, Mrs. Givens,” the voice said slyly. “We’d rather not have to bring your husband into this. That wouldn’t end well for anyone.”

You turned your head.

Raylan was still in Art’s office.

“We promise to return you to him in one piece,” the man cleared his throat, “so long as you cooperate, of course.”

“Let me just step outside. I’ll hear you better there.”

You stood up and walked out without causing any alarm.

“Jesus, Raylan, what the hell was she thinking?” Art sighed, running a hand down his face.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” Raylan’s leg bounced, fists clenching and unclenching around the arms of the chair.

He could still see the blood in your hair, and hear your whimpers when you moved your injured shoulder. He wanted to find the sonofabitch who did it more than anything, but right now, he was more worried about what it could lead to.

What had you gotten yourself into?

“I want to put her in protective custody,” Raylan said.

Art shook his head. “It doesn’t work like that.”

“Make it work like that.” Raylan stood up, pacing. “Did you see what they did to her, Art? They could have killed her. Honestly, I’m surprised they didn’t. And I know her, she’s going to keep pursuing this and pushing and pushing until someone goes over the edge.”

“I guess you two are perfect for each other then,” Art muttered.

Raylan closed his eyes. “I need help. I don’t know these people. I don’t know what they’ll do, but I know they’ve already gone after her once. Please, Art. I can’t…” He trailed off.

The tone of his voice alone showed his supervisor just how afraid Raylan really was. Art hadn’t seen him this way before. The anger and frustration, sure. But never afraid.

Art sighed. “I can’t do anything officially. We can’t confirm that this was anything more than a mugging.” He shot Raylan a look to keep him from arguing. “But why don’t you take a couple days off? Get Y/N and yourself away for a while. Let us look into it and see if we turn anything up.”

Raylan took a deep breath, nostrils flaring and that same fire in his eyes from the night before. He exhaled slowly and nodded.

“Alright, fine, but if anything happens, I want to be the first to know.”

“I’ll look into it,” Art said. “Now go take care of that pretty wife of yours.”

He dismissed him with a wave of the hand.

Raylan left the office feeling just as wired as he had when he walked in, but when he looked at his desk, his entire body went cold.

“Rachel,” he started, “where’s my wife?”

The other Marshal looked up from her paperwork. “She had to take a phone call, why?”

“Did she say where she was going?”

“I think outside- hey, wait! What’s going on?”

Raylan was out the door in seconds. Waiting for the elevator would take too long so he sprinted down the stairs as fast as his legs would carry him.

But it didn’t matter how fast he ran. By the time he reached the sidewalk, you were gone.

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manikasu-nyx · 1 year

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winters in sumeru (part 1)

OH MY GOD THIS ENTRY IS SO LATE I’M SO SORRY @kunikushi I hope you enjoy this despite me being to late to finish it I’m so sorry again 😭 also the formatting might be weird cause tumblr just??? Broke on me!???

right before posting edit: hey so I think I hit the word limit so I have to split this into two posts so the second one is here

charas/content: al-haitham, scaramouche, gender neutral reader, modern/college au, inaccurate weather scenario, author writes Cheese, kinda ooc i'm sorry i tried my best

Al-Haitham:

You placed the tip of your pencil against your lip as you chewed on it thoughtfully, staring down at the problem in your textbook. You understood the material fairly well, but this problem was made to be difficult, and you knew it’d be on your exams. You sighed and placed your pencil down, opting to run a hand through your hair in frustration instead. You’d been staring at that problem for almost fifteen minutes now, and it’d take a miracle for you to understand it. “You’ve been staring at that problem for a while. Are you sure you don’t want my help?” A voice asks from over your shoulder, causing you to turn your head to look at the source. Al-Haitham was sitting on a stool at the kitchen island, a book in his hand and a cup next to him. His face was blank as usual, but also had a fair bit of concern on it. You shook your head at him, turning back to the books in front of you, deciding to move on to a different subject. “No, I’ll be fine. You can’t help me on the exams, so I have to do this by myself,” you said, going back to scribbling down more notes, cutting the conversation abruptly. After a couple more minutes of writing, your coat was placed next to you, and tapping was felt on the crown of your head. “Well, at least take a break,” Al-Haitham said, pulling on his own coat, slipping on his shoes. “C’mon, we’re going for a walk.” His tone of voice told you that it was less of a suggestion and more of a command. You stood up and put on your coat, deciding that it’d be good for you to stop staring at the same tiny font for now. The words were jumbling together anyway. “Hey, wait, does Kaveh have his key?” You ask, looking up at him as he gives himself a small smirk, locking the door and placing his key in his pocket. “No,” he simply replies, starting to walk off, you giving a little gasp as you caught up with him, smacking him on the arm lightly with a pout. "You're so mean to him!" You exclaim, him only giving a shrug as he kept walking, slipping his hands in his coat pockets. "Oh well. He should've taken his key. But don't worry about him. Just walk with me for now," he said, slipping a hand out of his pocket and grabbing yours, squeezing it gently. "Just focus on me for now, okay? I'm not particularly fond of you thinking of him while you're with me," he said, mumbling the last part, locking his neck and eyes forward to avoid your gaze as you looked up at him. "What do you mean by that?" "Whatever you think I mean." "You know I can't think, my brain is fried!" "That's a shame." "Al-Haitham!" He laughed at your pout, looking up at the starry sky above the two of you, watching your breaths of air create small puffs of steam. Maybe after exams he'd elaborate. But your brain was already fried, so there was no need for him to fry it more with the knowledge he liked you, right? 'Soon,' he told himself. 'Soon.'

Scaramouche:

You let out an internal sigh as you watched your lover walk into your shared home, already ranting about different people he had seen today. You had just wanted one night of peace, but no. Not tonight. Not with him. But you loved him regardless, so you took a sip of your tea, closing your laptop and placing it to the side, glancing over at him. He had taken off his jacket and placed it on the coat rack, still grumbling as he took his spot next to you on the couch. "And seriously, if Childe says something else about our professor being hot I'm gonna kill him. Like that's not just our professor, jackass, that's my fucking mom!" You had to hold back a snort, knowing that any sign of amusement from you would only make him angrier. You listened to him go on a bit more before placing your cup down and grabbing his face, making him pause mid-sentence. "And I swear if I could I'd have Dottore blown away in a-! …What. What are you doing?" He asked, still confused by the sudden warmth on his cheeks. You nodded a bit, as if in thought, before standing up and handing him your blanket, pointing to your balcony. "Go sit out there. I'll be out in a minute," you said, walking off before he could question you, let alone protest. He eventually decided what you had planned couldn't possibly make his day any worse (he was being dramatic, it was only slightly annoying at best), and wrapped the blanket around his shoulders, going to sit on the couch, shivering at the cold on it.

You walked out soon after, holding two steaming cups, handing one to him as you took your seat next to him, wrapping your half of the blanket around you in a shared cocoon. Scaramouche shivered, and you scooted closer to him, knowing he was both too cold and too smart to make a remark to push you away. "What's in the cup?" He asked, you taking a sip of your own. "Hot chocolate." "With milk or water?" "The way you like it." He let out a small hum, taking a sip of his drink, letting the liquid warm his insides and simultaneously calm him. "Feel better?" You ask, glancing over at him. He took another sip, giving a small nod as he answered under his breath. "S' fine. But why are we out here when it's so cold?" He asked, you simply raising a hand and pointing up. "Look up," you said, his indigo eyes looking up with an eyebrow raised. The sky was clear, and the stars were shimmering. And some of them were... Moving? "It's snowing...? But it's completely clear out!" He exclaimed, his understanding of earth science failing him. "Diamond dust." "Huh?" "Diamond dust," you corrected. "It happens when the surface is a lot colder than the air above it. It takes the moisture from the warmer air above and freezes it. It's like snow, except it doesn't accumulate. That's the short version, anyway," you explained, not noticing how his eyes gazed at you with wonder, like a child seeing a firework for the first time.

"Is that why you brought me out here?" He asked, you giving a nod as you leaned over to him, resting your head on his shoulder. "Yep. It's pretty, and it's hard to be mad while you're looking at something pretty," you commented, looking out at the dust, the stars, and the city. "...Yeah. You're right," he said, nodding with your words. The sight calmed his mind and his heart, but made it race all the same. A small smile graced his face, placing an arm around your shoulder. But he wasn't looking at the city. He was looking at you.

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