#and now today bullying him was my break of worrying about Things

[lavenoon]

haha loser's got a crush

bloodstain fool by @naffeclipse based on the og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic!

#post let luce #dcamv #bloodstain fool #my art #so i was nearly done with this yesterday before uh. things happened #and now today bullying him was my break of worrying about Things #i also love you reblogged the post in question already naff hfdjsk #bc i saw it and immediately thought of this guy

[sugume]

YOUR BIGGEST FAN — GETO SUGURU

✧･. on vacation with your family, you discover that your biggest fan may not be a mystery after fall.

( TW ) f!reader. camgirl!reader. stepbrother!Geto (in a plot device way, no nii-chan and stuff.) unprotected sex. cream pie. phone sex. squirting. fingering. mutual masturbation. cunnilingus. deception. mentions of bullying. misunderstandings. hurt/comfort. explicit content.  

word count - > 6.6k

authors note. can you see I wasn’t creative with the username? I have a love-hate relationship with this fic because I feel like it goes from 0 to 100 real quick lmfao. This is heavily inspired by the book Eyes on Me! 

“I bet you look handsome.” You smile at the black screen with the default profile picture floating in the middle. 

‘Nah.’ User @Sssman72  types into the chat the takes up the left half of your computer. 

“Stop! Don’t say think bad things about yourself,” You laugh, making sure your tits jiggle in the flimsy red lingerie you're wearing. “I know your handsome baby.” You reassure your favorite client. The man who alone gives you 50% of your income. He’s the one who bought you this pretty lingerie set you're wearing.  

‘You look tired babydoll...how was today?’ He types. 

“I’m fine, I promise, just had a long day, was on a few other private chats with some other customers the entire day.” You confess. In all honesty after this call you were planning to pass out and try to get a few hours of sleep before you had to fly out to your family's vacation home. Today on your live stream, you told your followers you were going on vacation for the next two weeks and wouldn't be online. You didn't plan to get on a call with @Sssman72 but he had texted you as you were getting ready to go to bed that he had a bad day and wanted to see you. Before you had a chance to protest, he spent you 500 and said it would only be 30 minutes. You gave in because first he was your biggest supporter and you wanted to be there for him in some way with all the money and gifts, he sends you and second, you didn’t mind chatting with him, you thought he was the sweetest and you struck lucky the day he joined one of your lives.  

‘I’ll let you go then, I want you to get some rest before your flight, sorry for keeping you up beautiful just needed to vent about my ass job.’ 

“I’m always here for you handsome, I'll make sure to send you those pictures you requested through the week.” 

‘Make sure you enjoy your break babydoll, don’t gotta worry about me. Goodnight.’ 

You say your goodbyes and end up falling asleep in the lingerie bought you as soon as you shut your laptop. 

— 

“How’s college y/n?” Your stepfather asks when you slide into the back seat of the car. Your mother fitting the last of your luggage into the trunk.  

“it’s fine, some of my classes are difficult but nothing I can't manage.” You answer as you buckle in. 

“Oh yeah? Thats good. You mom tells me you started a job a few months ago, how's that working out for you?”  

You tense under the small blanket you’ve thrown over yourself. 

“u-uhm yeah its good—yeah it’s been fun.” 

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I don't remember what you mother told me you did again.” He chuckles. 

“Uhm—I'm a bartender, m-my friend works there and got me a position.” You tell him the lie you've rehearsed hundreds of times. You start to sweat under the blanket. Did he buy it? What if he and your mom found out what you did? Are they planning to ambush you when you get to the house? They're going to make you drop out and chain you up in the basement when they find out. You throw the blanket off, suddenly too hot and alert. Guess that nap you were planning on taking during the drive wasn’t happening. 

“Oh, that’s fun sweetheart, I remember I bartended awhile when I was in college, got fired for stealing the alcohol though,” He laughs at the memory before turning to look at you. “You wouldn’t do that though, you’re a good girl.” 

You nod, thankful that your mom decided now to take your stepdad's attention away and get in the car. 

“Alrighty were good to!” She cheers. Your stepdad turns back around in his seat before starting the car. 

“Finally, thought we were going to get a fine parked here another minute.” 

“Oh, shut up! Y/n are you excited to go back to the vacation house? You haven’t been in years!” You mom asks as you guys pull out of the airport.  

“Yeah, I can’t wait to, I missed the hiking trails and the waterfalls. None of that in the big city.” You answer truthfully. You did miss the silence of the secluded house you vacationed at every summer since your mom married your stepdad. It was the company that you hated. As if your mom heard your thought, she says something that makes your heart drop. 

“Suguru feels the same way, we didn't even have to blackmail him to come! That boy...” 

“Suguru is coming?” You scream.  

“Coming? Sweetie, he’s already arrived this morning. I’m so excited were all together as a family again.” 

“Are you fucking serious mom? Turn the car around and bring me back to the airport!” You screech. You were not going to spend the next week with your bully of a stepbrother.  

“Y/n!” You mom gasps. 

“Sweetheart, he’s changed.” Your stepdad tells you as if that's going to make it better. 

“That’s what he wants you to think! He’s the worst human being on planet earth, please don’t make me spend the next few weeks with him, please mom,” you lean over the consul. “Please dad.” You pout at your stepfather. You know he gets weak whenever you call him dad. 

“Sweetheart...” 

“No! You aren’t sweet talking your way out of this, he’s changed. He isn't the same teenager with a chip on his shoulder, he’s matured. He even told me the reason he’s coming is to apologize and bond with you y/n.” 

“He’s lying mom! He doesn't care about me; I wouldn't be surprised if he told you that just so he could drown me in the lake. You guys own the land so nobody would find my body!” You start to tear up. You were going to jump out of the car if your parents didn't turn back around. Your stepbrother was your biggest tormentor since the day you met him. From picking on you at home to getting the girls to bully you at school. He made your life hell for four years. The day you left for college you screamed how much you hated him and told your parents that the four of you would only be in the same room again when you lay in a casket. 

“Oh, don’t cry sweetheart. Your mother is right, he’s changed, I wouldn’t have allowed him around you if he hadn’t. Give us a week and if you want to leave, I promise I'll drive you back to the airport and you’ll never have to see him again, please?” 

“No.” You cross your arms and look out the window despite knowing that they’ve won. You can’t jump out of the car now that you are on the highway, and you didn’t bring your own car to drive yourself back to the airport. 

“We’ll give you the master suite, the whole attic floor to yourself.” They bargain. You act like you’re thinking of accepting the offer. With the master suite taking up the entire third floor you could lock yourself up there and ignore Suguru. You could also film videos and even go live because the room is soundproof. You perk up at that. You could just spend your vacation on stream and chatting with @Sssman72. He’s somehow always free for you and told you that if you get bored you could call him. He’ll make up for your stepbrother’s awful behavior. 

“Fine, I’ll take the master suite.” 

— 

“Okay that's the last of your luggage, we’ll be having dinner in a few hours on the dock.” 

“Kay, thanks.”  You watch your stepdad shut the door. Once he does you release the tension in your shoulders. You lock the door before running to throw yourself onto the huge king bed. You sink down. You didn’t see Suguru when you arrived, you mom told you he was probably in town. You hope he stayed in town for the next two weeks.  

After laying it bed thinking about how much you hate Suguru with a passion you pull out your phone and open the porn app. You click on messages and open your chat with @Sssman72. 

‘Hey...I know I told you I was on vacation but I already wanna go home. You don't have to answer lol.’ You send. He immediately starts typing.  

‘Of course, I'll answer you babydoll. What’s wrong?’  Your face heats at the pet names. You wish you knew what he looked like, all he told you about himself was that he was in his twenties and worked for his father's company. You want to know more, what he looks like, what he sounds like. If the messages he sends make you sweat, you wonder what’ll happen if he spoke to them to you. In your head he’s a handsome bachelor who just so happened to find you and deem you worthy of his time and money but hell, he could be lying. He could be some old rich man in his eighties who likes young girls like all the rest of your viewers. The romantic part of you ignores that and is convinced he is who he says he is and that one day you’re going to meet in person and fall in and have a bunch of his babies. 

‘You know that stepbrother I told you about?’ 

“Mm, that asshole who bullied you?’ 

‘Yep, that asshole. Anyways I bet you won't guess who's here on vacation with me?’ 

‘Are you serious?’ 

‘Dead serious...my parents didn’t tell me until I was already trapped and now, I have to spend my vacation away with a man who hates me for no reason.’ 

‘Wow that’s crazy lol. Did your parents tell you why he chose to vacation with you if he doesn’t like you?’ 

‘Apparently he’s here to make amends...he’s probably here to kill me so he gets all the inheritance.’ 

‘Well, what if he’s really there to make amends baby?’ 

‘You should've heard the groan I just let out. I can’t believe you’re on his side babe. When I tell you that he too evil for that I mean it.’ 

‘Hey, you know I'm always on your side babydoll, I'm just giving you a man’s perspective on it. Maybe he realized he’s fucked up and he feels back so he wants to apologize for all the wrong he caused you’ 

‘Yea well from a women's perspective he’s an asshole who doesn’t care about anyone else but himself!’ 

‘Don’t say the baby...hypothetically what would he have to do to get you to forgive him?’ 

‘Hypothetically he's going to have to get on his knees and beg for my forgiveness every time he sees me until I deem, he's forgiven. And he’s also gonna have to send every dollar in his bank account to me AND be my slave for the rest of his life...hypothetically.’ 

‘Lol you never know babydoll, he just might be willing to do anything for your forgiveness. I know I would.’ 

‘That’s because you’re perfect and care about my feelings...now I'm gonna go get some sleep before having to eat with the devil. Pray he doesn’t poison me and I survive the night.’ 

— 

You sit at the dinning room table waiting for Suguru. Of course, he’s late, he doesn’t care about anyone's time but his. You say so to your parents. 

“Y/n stop being so harsh and give him a chance please.” You roll your eyes and go back to scrolling on social media.  

“Sorry I'm late.” You jump at the deep voice before whipping your head to the left where your stepbrother stands looking so...so different. 

“Suguru! No need to apologize! Come sit.” Your mother points to the empty seat opposite you. Suguru glances at you and smiles before walking to the seat. You gasp. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile at you or anyone else. Actually, you know he hasn’t smiled at anyone, he was know for being so stoic. You watch intensely as he pulls out the chair and sits. He looks like a different man, his hair is long, down past his shoulders, the black shirt he's wearing stretches around a huge chest. He looks like he spends half his day in the gym. And those eyes—those eyes that always had heavy eyebags and glared at everyone that looked his way, look at you with gentle look you can’t place. They even crease with the smile that he’s wearing. Your eyes widen, he has a fucking dimple. He looks like a gentleman, he looks handsome. You can't stop staring at his smile. 

“Y/n? You alright?” You Stepdad breaks through the haze you were in. You look at your parents and back to Suguru who all have concerned expressions on their faces.  You feel your entire body heat in embarrassment.  

‘Uhm—yea I'm fine.” You look at your parents, refusing to look back at that smile.  Suguru has different plans. 

“Hey y/n, it’s been a long time yeah?” Suguru says in that deep voice that has your heart beating faster.  Out the corner of your eye you watch as Suguru reaches over the food, holding his hand out. Does he really think you’re about to give him a damn handshake?  

...Are you seriously thinking about shaking that huge hand? No, you won’t. 

You purse your lips and cross your arms over your chest. You swear you see him glance down at your cleavage but the next second, he's holding eye contact. You blink and look away with a ‘hmm’. He lowers his hand.  

“Alright guys let's eat, okay?” You mom breaks the tension. Everyone grabs their share, and you eat in silence for a while, nobody brave enough to speak and you simmering with anger at Suguru. You throw glare at him every time you look up from your plate which happens more times than you’d admit.  

“You got something there.” Suguru points the sharp end of the fork at you. 

“What?” You ask. 

“There,” He grabs his napkin and starts to reach for you. You tense suddenly locked in place. Suguru brings the napkin to the corner of your mouth and wipes it. “There you go.” 

You stare at him like he's grown three heads. Maybe he’s dying and wants to make amends? Why else would he be treating you like this. Maybe someone took over his body? That has to be it. 

“Uh thanks?” You mummer, unsure what to say. 

“You're welcome little sis.” You choke on your spit. What the hell did he just call you!? He must be messing with you; you’re suddenly filled with rage. You glare at him, hoping he disintegrates with the sheer force of your stare. 

“You’ve grown up.” Suguru says after another blinking contest, you lost. 

“Yea, have you?” You snarl. He stops smiling. 

“I have,” he says seriously, setting his fork down. “I want to talk about—” 

“I don’t care.” 

“Please—” 

“No!” You slam your hand on the table, and he goes silent. You’re overcome with guilt before you remember that he bullied you for a year, that he told the entire school to bully you after he graduated. Fuck him. 

— 

You slam the door the door of your room speed walking to the bathroom. You strip your clothes before turning on the tub. You finally breathe when you settle into the scolding hot water. You needed to wash his gaze, his touch, off your body. The entire dinner after your conversation was awkward, your parents didn't really speak, and you refused to glance back up at Suguru who wouldn't stop staring.  

You hated him. You hated him. You—you can’t bring yourself to hate him. For some unknown reason you can’t bring yourself to hate him despite everything he's put you through. Why? You shake your head. You don’t want to think of Suguru while you're trying to relax. You phone dings. You pick up and a smile replaces your frown. @Sssman72. 

‘How are you babydoll, you alive?’ 

‘Yes, wish I wasn’t though.’ 

‘Why what happened during dinner?’ You sigh and send him voice message detailing everything that happened. 

‘Oh wow.’ 

‘I know.’ 

‘You gonna give him a chance to explain?’ 

‘I don’t know I don’t want to but also, I want to hear his explanation...can we call I really don't want to type all of this out?’  

‘Course, give me a second. I'll call you.’ You wait a few minutes before you hear the familiar ring. 

“Hi handsome.” you smile at the blank profile. Right now, you’d do anything to see him, to hear him comfort you, to be in his arms. He could be the ugliest man in the world, you wouldn’t care. 

‘HI beautiful. Talk to me.’ He types into the chat box. 

“I don't know. like I said I want to hear him out but also, I don't want to hear it because what it it’s bad, what if it doesn’t excuse it? But also, what if it does and I feel like shit for being mean back—it's just so stressful.” 

‘I know babydoll. I wish I could be there right now and hold you. I would do anything to take that hurt away. I'm sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.’ 

“Stop, don’t apologize you didn’t do anything. If anything, I should apologize for using you as a therapist when you paid to see me naked.” You laugh. 

‘Beautiful girl—I would rather pay to hear all your problems and be able to comfort you than see you naked again.’ 

“Wow you don’t want to see me naked, I'm hurt. Just kidding, thank you for saying that handsome.” You feel your heart skip a beat at his message. Maybe you can convince him to turn his camera on tonight. 

“I kinda wanna take my mind off everything right now.” You murmur into the phone before turning on your camera. You hold it above you and smile so he can see everything.  

‘So, fucking beautiful, prettiest girl in the world. You gonna give me a show?’ 

“hm,” You use your free hand to tap your chin. “Only if you do something for me.” 

‘And what is that?’ 

‘Can you turn your camera on? And before you say no, you don’ have to show your face—maybe you can just show your dick or something else. We can masturbate on the phone, please handsome please.” You whine giving him your best puppy face. You watch as the chat bubbles disappear and reappear. You’re about to back out but all the sudden you’re looking at a dim lit room and a huge cock between a big hand. Your eyes widen and the sight. 

"Y-you probably won’t be able to type and jack off at the same time” You suck in a breath. Please turn your audio on please... 

‘I’m gonna turn my audio on but I won’t talk, okay? Think you can get off on my moans babydoll?’  

You nod. 

‘Good girl now show me that pretty pussy, make it squirt for me.’ 

You lift yourself up to sit on the corner of the tub, propping one leg on tub and spreading the other that rests in the water. You flip the camera so your mystery man can watch you finger yourself. You hear him groan and spit onto his hand. 

You moan softly at the sound, teasing your entrance. You wish he was talking to through it, but you’ll settle for this for now. One day... 

“Mmm, wish you were the one fingering me right now,” You circle your clit before gliding your fingers out your cunt. 

“Wish you were here, holding me n' fucking me.” You curl your fingers into your g-spot and moan. You look back at your phone, watching your stranger play with the tip of his long cock. It looks so big compared to his hand, you know you’ll struggle to take it. Your pussy clenches around your small fingers that do close to nothing compared to your dildos at home.  

“Wan’ your cock in me so bad, it looks so big you’ll have to force me to take it, you’ll have to hold me down and make me take it.” You cry out. You watch as he squeezes his hand up and down his cock. It looks painful. He grunts louder. 

“M’gonna cum for you handsome, m’gonna give you what you want and make a mess,” You speed up your fingers to match how fast he slides his fist up and his cock. You moan louder, thankful that you got the suite and aren’t in the room next to your stepbrothers, how embarrassing it would be if he could hear you pleasuring yourself.  

You clench harder around your fingers. Your stranger starts to grunt and groan louder. You shiver at his deep voice on the edge of cumming. 

“Please please let me cum please! Can I come for you please?” You cry, your pussy starts to squelch, spurts of liquid coming out. 

“Yes, cum for me.” Your mystery man groans in an all too familiar voice but before you have time to think about it, you’re squirting, the grip on your phone loosening and falling into the water. 

“N-no!” 

— 

“Yes, this phone is done for, your mother and I are heading into town we can try to find a company that sells phone, but you know how small towns like this are.” You stepdad stares at your phone that’s been sitting in a container full of rice since last night.  

“Fuck, I need it for work! What am I going to do?” You look up at him in distress. 

“What do you need your phone for bartending?” He looks down at you incredulously. 

“My boss is sending me some important email and I didn't bring my computer.” You lie. 

“Well, you can use Suguru’s laptop, I saw him using it this morning in the sitting room. Think he left it there before he went on his run.” Your stepdad points down the hall as your mother rounds the corner.  

“Ready to go honey?” She asks your stepdad. 

“Coming! Use Suguru laptop to check your email, if we come back and you haven’t got the email you can use my phone. Bye! Have fun and be nice!” Your stepdad waves before following your mother. You wave back. 

 Of course, you had to use Suguru’s laptop. Maybe you can just log in, tell your stranger that you’re okay and that you won’t be able to contact him until you get a new phone and then delete the history before Suguru comes back from his run. It’ll only take a few minutes...you hope he doesn’t a password.  

You run to the sitting room, but you don’t see a laptop anywhere. Dammit, he always has to make things hard for you. You walk up the round staircase and down the hall until you're standing in front of Suguru’s room. You look around, as if Suguru's gonna pop up out of nowhere and attack you from going into his room. You shake the thought off and open his door. You stop and stare at the bed, you feel like you've seen that duvet. You chalk it up to a bunch of man having the same bedding before turning to scan the room for a laptop. You quickly spot the laptop on his desk and run to it. You sigh in relief when it opens to the last tab he had opened. Thank you Suguru for not caring about who gets into your shit. You click new tab and start to type in the name of the website you use before you freeze.  

You only need to type in three letters before the website popped up in top hits. You stop breathing. No... He couldn’t know what you do. Is that why he came here? Was he going to expose you to your parents? Was he acting nice to butter you up before crushing you? Your vision starts to blur. All boys watch porn, maybe he just happens to watch porn on the same website you film on. You can block your account from him so that he never finds you. You swallow before clicking the tab. You shakily move they pointer over to the search bar before you spot something in the left corner that makes you dizzy.  

Right where the username of the viewer is supposed to be is the username @Sssman72. Your heart stops and you feel wetness hit your hands. This can’t be real. You move to chat and cry out when you see your username. The last text he sent was asking what happened. No—this is a dream; you’re going to wake up and this is going to be a bad nightmare. You refuse to believe the man you’ve been slowly falling in love with over the last six months is your stepbrother, your bully. The man you confessed all your darkest secrets is the man who never showed you an ounce of kindness. Is this a part of his master plan? Is he going to blackmail you and hold all the nudes you’ve sent him and all the secrets you’ve told him over your head. You’re going to become his slave, doing whatever he wants of you until you die. You curl into yourself and cry harder at the thought.  

“Y/n? What are you do—” Suguru stops when he sees what's on the screen. “Let me explain please baby.” He reaches out to touch your shoulder. You flinch away from his touch.  

“D-don’t call me that,” You sob staring at him with such heartbreak in your eyes he wants to drop and beg for your forgiveness. “You-you, it was you the whole time.” Your voice breaks. 

Suguru nods slowly trying to reach out for you again. You take a few steps away. “Was this some masterplan to hold me under your thumb for the rest of my life!?” You scream at him. 

He’s grateful your parents went out of town; this would be an absolute shitshow if they were here.  

“No babydoll—” 

“I said don’t call me that you asshole! Stop pretending. I hate you Suguru! You win okay, you win!” You tell him before you run out of his room. He curses before running after you, you run up that stairs and into the suite but before you can shut the door Suguru shoves it open. You drop to your knees to pull your suitcase from under your bed. 

“Please listen to me y/n. I wasn’t faking—stop packing and let me explain.” Suguru pleads as he watches you throw your clothes into your suitcase. 

“Y/n, baby, please listen to me please” He grabs your arm, and you try to fight him, but he pulls you down onto the bed with him. He hugs you around the waist and you push in this chest trying to break free. His heart aches. He hates seeing you hurt, he hates that he was the one who made you cry like this. He hates that you only associate him with the version of himself that he created to stop anyone from seeing what he was truly feeling. He hates that you won’t accept the real version of him now that you know it was him. He holds you tighter as you scream and cry. He whispers sweet nothings as you whisper how much you hate him. At some point you stop fighting and wrapping your arms around his neck. You sniffle into his neck, and he rubs your backs and rocks you.  

“Why?” You ask hoarsely after all the anger leaves your body. Now you feel numb, like you're watching your life from a third perspective.   

“I never hated you, I never lied, and I never planned to blackmail you—I know you don’t believe me baby but everything I've ever told you on that app was real. Everything I feel for you is real.”   You pull your face out of his neck and stare up at him. You don’t believe him. 

“I have never hated you y/n. I swear it. I hated the fact that my father replaced my mother with yours not even a year after she died. Baby, I never fucking hated you. I was just a teenager who didn’t know how to express my emotions so I took them out of the person I knew I could hurt the most. It was bad I know; I feel like shit to this day. When I graduated and got away from my father, I realized how bad I was to you, and I got into therapy. I wanted to be better for myself, for you, for everyone around me. I didn’t know that the bullying continued when I left. I didn’t know how bad people had taken it until that day I came back home. When you told me off about it, I was so confused. I’m so fucking sorry. I want to reach out and apologize for everything and the day I planned to do it Satoru—my best friend, you remember him—well he sent me the link to your account and so I made an account and it all just spiralized out of control after that. I was too embarrassed to tell you it was me and then we started to form a connection, a real connection, and I didn’t want our conversations to end so—fuck I'm sorry. Everything I told you; I meant it. I fucking meant every word.”  

You sit there stunned, trying to comprehend everything he said. You never knew about his mother. You thought she had passed away long before your mom and his dad had met. But you remember when your stranger told you that. God, you remember when your not so mystery man told you about his family the seemed so familiar to yours. And he didn’t tell all those people to bully you after he left? Did he mean every word? Every word of affirmation he gave you. Those times when he told you that you were capable of being loved and that you were going to find someone who would love every part of you, the good and bad. Was that the same Suguru? You try to wrap your mind around the fact that the man you love is your stepbrother. 

“I know it’s a lot of information.” 

“It is.” 

“Do you believe me?” He looks at you with furrowed brows. You do. Despite everything you find yourself nodding. He sighs and you feel the tension release from his shoulders that your arms are wrapped around. You suddenly realize the position you two are in and feel your face heat. Your arms are wrapped around his neck and your legs are on either side of his thick thighs his cock, the cock that you saw last night, is right underneath you, if you lower yourself an inch, you’d be sitting on it.  

Suguru grips your waist with one hand, the other cupping the right side of your face. You look up at him and sniffle. He leans down until your foreheads are touching.  

“If you give me achance, I'll treat you like the queen you are. I’ll love you the way you’re meant to be loved. One chance is all I ask for.” He mummers rubbing your noses together.  

You hesitate, one part of you wants to run away with him because he’s the man you’ve wanted for the last six months. The other part of you wants to run away from him, he’s your stepbrother, he lied, and you don't know if he would’ve ever told you the truth. But isn’t that what he came here to do? Can you blame a little boy for being mad at the people who replaced his mother?  

You give him his answer by grabbind his neck and push his lips towards you. If this does go to hell at least you’ll have a story to tell your feature children.  

Suguru kisses back before standing and pulling you off him. “What—” 

“You said you wanted me on my knees, didn't you? I’m ready to serve you in any way you want. I can have my savings transferred to your account by tomorrow night.” He says as he drops to his knees. You stare at him with wide eyes as he holds your legs and starts kissing from knee to right where your pussy starts.  

“Suguru—” 

“Shh babydoll let me take care of my girl, show her how sorry I am for hurting her.” He mummers before dropping your leg and picking up the next one. He repeats this a few more times before finally asking you to lift your hips so he can pull your leggings and panties off. Suguru throws your pants behind him before standing up to pull your tank top off. You reach behind to unbuckle your bra and toss it on the floor with your other clothes. Suguru chuckles, reaching up to kiss all over your face. 

“Take your clothes off too Sugu.” You giggle, reaching for his sweatpants. You get a firm grip and yank them down. His thick cock bounces out. Your mouth goes slack. The phone call didn’t do it justice. It somehow looks bigger than before and if you weren’t wet before, you are now. That thing is going to be inside you soon.  

“Like what you see beautiful?” You nod dumbly as you watch Suguru step out of his pants and take his shirt off with one hand. He’s so fucking sexy.  

He drops back down to his knees and pulls you until your ass is hanging off the bed. “Lay down and let me please you.”  You comply and watch as Suguru lifts your legs up and buries his face in your cunt. Your hands fly down to his long shiny hair. 

“Suguru!” You moan as he licks you from asshole to clit. He sucks on your clit before biting both lips. Your pussy clenches. “Feels s’good Sugu!” You grind down on his talented tongue. Suguru hums into your clit before setting one of you thighs in his shoulder and bringing his fingers to your entrance. He teases you, only pushing his fingers into the joint before taking them out. You cry out in frustration before pulling on his long hair when he finally slides two big fingers into you. 

Yours definitely don't compare to his long thick ones. Your back arches off the bed as Suguru fingers jackhammer into you all the while his mouth sucks on your clit.  

“S’good Sugu! Don’t stop!” You scream letting go of hair with one hand to cover your loud mouth.  

“Don’t hide those sweet moans from me babydoll. If you want my cock, you’ll let me hear you scream my name as you cum on my fingers and mouth.” 

You bring you hand back to hair and grind hard as you get closer and closer to orgasm.  

“Gonna cum! M’gonna come!” You cry, as you release all over Suguru's face. He moans and sucks even harder before adding another finger. You cry at the sudden intrusion. It doesn't take long before you’re coming all over again, this time liquid shooting out of you and onto Sugu’s chest.  

“Yes baby, that's it—what a good girl,” He praises as he slurps up all your juices. “Such a fucking good gril f’me.” 

“Gimme a kiss.” You say between heavy breaths.  

“Does the pretty girl want kiss?” You nod, pulling Suguru down with you by the shoulders. 

“Want you to kiss me while you fuck me for the first time. Want it to be special,” You confess shyly. Suguru leans down and pecks you on the forehead, then the nose, and then both of your cheeks. 

“Don’ tease meanie!” You laugh when he kisses the corner of your lips. 

“M’sorry baby, can you forgive me?” He pouts.  

“Hmm—I’ll forgive you only if you kiss me right no—” You don’t even finish your sentence before Suguru shoves his tongue down your throat. You kiss him back and your tongues fight for dominance. Suguru wins and smiles into the kiss. You can’t believe this is happening. Your bully, your stepbrother, your mystery man is kissing you right now. Your about to make love with said man. 

“You okay babydoll?”  

“Mhm, just can’t believe this is all happening.” 

“Me too beautiful, you sure you want to do this right now? We can always wait.” 

“No, I want to. I want you.” You raise your hand to tuck his hair behind his ear. He smiles, showing you that adorable dimple. You kiss it.  

Suguru kisses your lips once more before he grabs his cock, rubbing it up and down your cunt. 

“Fuck—I don’t have a condom.” 

“I’m on the pill—please Sugu.” You beg, frustrated from all this foreplay. You’ve been on edge since last tight in the tub.  

“Alight beautiful,” He pushes the head of his cock into you. “Fuck me—you feel so good. Always knew you would.” You feel his fist guide his long cock into you. You moan. He fits you perfectly.  

“Sugu—feel’s s’good, want more!” You cry, fisting the blanket’s underneath you.  

“Does my baby want more—does she want to orgasm on my cock?” You nod watching Suguru lift your legs to his shoulder. He leans down, bringing your feet to the side of your head. You whine at the stretch. 

Suguru groans as he pulls his cock in and out of you.  

“S’too much!” You moan into his shoulder. He just laughs and picks up his pace. The fancy headboard above the bed starts to slam against the wall. You watch with blurry eyes as the stock photos hung on the wall shake.  

“Said you wanted more baby, ‘m giving you more.”  he says before biting into your neck. Hard. You scream, back arching at the pain. Your hands fist the sheets even tighter, knuckles turning white. Suguru unlatches his jaw. Lifting his head to admire his mark. Now all your customers will know you belong to someone. To him. He kisses the mark. 

“Sugu, It’s too much. Hurts! m’gonna cum!” You cry, tears soaking the blanket breath you. 

“Oh, don't cry baby—shhh—you’re so beautiful y/n. So damn pretty.” He whispers, coaxing you to orgasm. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. You stop breathing for a second as your pussy contracts around Suguru's cock. Suguru follows in suit, spurting his cum deep inside your pussy. 

“Fuck,” he draws out, collapsing onto you.  

“T-that was—” 

“The best sex ‘ve ever had.” 

“Same.” You smile before wincing. 

“What’s wrong babydoll.”  

“You're about to break my damn hip if you keep my legs up any longer,” Suguru lefts himself enough to bring your legs to his sides. “And you probably ripped a chunk of my neck off with that little trick of yours.” You grumble. 

“It’s not bad, promise.” He kisses the bite mark softly. 

“And all the pictures fell of the wall.”  

“I’ll put ‘em back up baby,” He laughs into your ear. “Just let me hold you for a second.”  He kisses your cheek before snuggling deeper into you. You throw your arms around his shoulder while you both try to wrap your head around everything that happened.  

#𐙚 ࣪ ˖ sugume writes #𐙚 ࣪ ˖ smut journal #geto suguru #geto x reader #jjk geto #geto smut #jujutsu geto #geto scenarios #geto x y/n #geto x you #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk smut

[stevesbipanic]

Eddie sometimes went quiet.

Wayne noticed it after Eddie moved in. He didn't do it as much when he was little and Mary would bring him round, but here he was at ten years old completely silent. When Eddie was little Wayne assumed the boy was just shy, but now that he lived with Eddie he knew that sometimes a whole week would pass with not a peep from the young boy. M

The doctor said it might be a trauma response, might just be something he would do from time to time, either way, Eddie Munson, one of the loudest and dramatic kids Wayne had ever met would still be him, just nonverbal. They worked with a notebook but sometimes Eddie would get frustrated he wasn't being answered fast enough and they were running out of paper.

It was Wayne's buddy from work that presented a solution. "Have you tried sign language? My son was born deaf and Susan and I went to night classes so we could talk to the kid." So that's exactly what Wayne did, he moved his shifts to the day and spent his nights at the school learning to talk to his boy. On his days off he'd show Eddie what he'd learnt and slowly they were able to bridge the gap that the silence presented.

The silent days didn't stop as he grew older, his teachers didn't really understand and sometimes he'd end up in detention with a note saying he was being disrespectful. His friends understood though and enthusiastically asked Eddie to teach them sign language, they'd use it even when Eddie was happily chatting with them, they liked that they shared a 'secret' language from the bullies.

He hadn't had any silent days since Vecna, which Eddie thought was a miracle in itself given the circumstances. However, he woke up a couple months after spring break knowing what kind of day it was going to be. He felt frustrated with himself, he was supposed to be hanging out with Steve and Robin today and was worried with how they'd take it, especially Steve. They'd been dancing around each other's feelings lately and he didn't want to ruin everything before it even started. Resigned he grabbed a notebook and pen and headed to Family Video.

He'd spent ten minutes psyching himself up in the parking lot before heading inside, note written and ready explaining that no it wasn't anything Upside Down related, he just wouldn't be speaking today. The door's bell rings in his ear as he stops suddenly staring at the scene before him. Steve and Robin were, quite rapidly, signing at each other. Steve turns at the bell, smiling at Eddie.

"Eddie!"

Still in a bit of shock, Eddie signs on instinct, "You know sign?"

Steve has the same look of shock now, before his face breaks into an even bigger smile and signs back, "You know sign! You know sign, how, why?"

His hands are faster than his brain as he explains how he goes quiet sometimes, and Wayne and night classes and Hellfire before asking Steve how he and Robin know sign.

Steve looks bashful as he signs back, "Um, after Starcourt my hearing started to go, so Robin, ever the linguist, insisted we learn, which was actually very smart of her. I can still kinda hear but I get by mainly on lip reading."

Things started to make sense now to Eddie, how sometimes Steve seemed to just nod and smile at whatever the kids were saying, or would need things repeated to him. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why didn't you tell me about going nonverbal? Robbie has days like that too."

"Didn't want you to think I was weird."

"I like that you're weird, I like you, Eds."

Eddie blushes at what he interprets is his sign name from Steve, the letter E and the sign for love combined.

"I like you too, Stevie." Eddie signs, the letter S mixed with the sign for heart.

Eddie may still have his silent days, but now he shares them with Steve, and they can sign the things he's not allowed to say out loud, making sure they both know they're loved.

#autistic eddie munson #deaf steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #st4 #steddie #stranger things season 4 #autistic robin buckley #ficlet #fluff #nonverbal

[percy-puppy]

Headcanon: Thinking of the 141!men having an afab!partner with body hair.

About: CoD Men || Task Force 141

CW: 18+ Blog/Post | MDNI, afab!reader, reader with body hair, pubic hair, talks about bullying in school, judgment, puberty, insecurity, sex (oral/reader receiving, PIV/penetrative sex, switch!dynamic, body worship, s&m), hair pulling, not proofread

A/N: Anyone else struggling with posting on the smartphone app? Like Tumblr? What's going on? Anyway, this is for my bestie who ranged about the lack of representation. @mothymunson 💕

🎀Price: Price is a hairy, hairy man. God, he is so fuzzy, and it's so hot. Obviously, he doesn't care if his partner is hairy, either. It would be hypocritical of him, really. In fact, he would be an encouraging force. It's lots of work to keep shaved and smooth, and should you feel comfortable with just no longer shaving, then why not? He is happy when you are, and just because society expects something doesn't mean you have to obey. Price would support it fully, showering you with praise as you unlearn the old “values” taught from a way too early age and drop the trauma all the comments in your puberty gave you when body hair became more prominent. He teaches you a new, healthy form of confidence and, in the shortest time, “It's just hair, love.”

🎀Soap: Johnny is… Let's be honest; that man is a feral mutt. He might shave sometimes, not often, though honestly, but body hair on his partner? He can't explain it, but that bush gets him going. He is one to drop the “the wilderness must be explored” sentence when you first get together and are insecure about his reaction. He will beg you to let him eat you out, swearing on everything that's holy to him that he doesn't mind your pubic hair at all. And, damn, he isn't lying. He doesn't care, although he does—It makes him feral. The following hours are spent with the scot’s head between your legs. Also, before you bother to worry, a hair on his tongue will just be removed, “It's locks, bonny. Happens sometimes,” he’d laugh, and go back to work, nose buried in your hair as he sucks on your clit.

🎀Gaz: That boy is always shaved. It's his personal preference. When you first mention your difference (cause a man with a negative reaction isn't even worth your time), he is surprised. It's not in a bad way, though. He just knows enough people are giving in to the pressure of shaving. He is curious, ashamedly so. You see, the curiosity effect when somebody tells you they have a piercing down there? That's what it feels like for him now. He’d sheepishly ask to take the next step, unsure what he even expects since it's just hair at the end of the day. But once you take things to the next level, it suddenly clicks. It's your confidence—the raw, unashamed, natural being. You're unashamedly yourself, every imperfection perfection, and your most potent weapon. When he hit puberty, he was insecure for a long time before he had his glow-up. He was never tall or beefy enough, just always picking himself apart by comparing himself to others. Today, he is confident as hell, but the 13-14-year-old boy he once was would be on his knees worshipping a person like you, just fully defying social expectations. He always felt a little bit like worshipping you, but your naked form bouncing on top of him absolutely breaks him. He babbles praises between panting and moaning, hands moving over every inch of your body. “You're so hot. Shit, don't stop, you're just so- fuck. Fuck me. God, please.” He did not know he was a switch, and all he needed was a confident partner.

🎀Ghost: Simon isn't nearly as hairy as the other men. He sometimes trims his pubic hair, but mostly, he just isn't hairy enough to even care about it. He also doesn't care about your hair. It's just hair. But at night, his sadistic side comes through. During sex, he will tug on your bush for fun, sometimes just shortly before slapping your tit, sometimes he’ll just pull and pull like a maniac while fucking into you. The delicious pain sends electric shocks through your sobbing cunt as he pounds you toward orgasm. Should you ever shave or trim it, he will most definitely pout a little as he lost his favorite toy. Thankfully it's just hair, it’ll grow back, and until then, he’ll focus on slapping your clit and pulling your nipples. It's okay. He’ll survive.

#percy writes #cod x reader #141 x reader #141 headcanons #cod headcanons #cod smut #ghost headcanons #ghost hc #gaz headcanons #kyle gaz garrick #ghost x reader #gaz x reader #simon ghost riley #john price #price x reader #price x you #gaz x you #afab!reader #soap headcanons #soap x reader #john soap mactavish #soap cod #soap hc #price headcanons #price hc #gaz smut #price smut #soap smut #ghost smut #call of duty hc

[kapeeshkapoosh]

wallet problems

a/n: a little oneshot kind of thing, bc i keep sentimental pictures and stuff in my wallet and it’s my favourite thing

synopsis: gojo loses his wallet, but his mind is more occupied on you rather than his money.

contents: fluff, petnames(barf), 1k words, gojo being corny, y/n and gojo are married, not checked

Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

“I don’t have my wallet on me..”

Gojo muttered dejectedly, feeling his jacket pockets only to be met with a flatness in the fabric. The trio of students looked at the white haired man blankly in response.

“So you invited us out to eat and didn’t bring your wallet?!” Nobara was first to break the silence, her teacher could only smile nervously, not really bothered by the threatening glint in her eye.

He gulped subconsciously, tuning out Nobara’s consistent cursing from his head.

How could he lose his wallet?

He brought it with him to work everyday, looked at it when he ate lunch alone, reminisced with it whenever he was on break.

With a sigh Megumi put some cash on the table, “I’ll pay this time.” He said blandly, stopping Nobara in her long threads of enraged sentences. With the sudden stop of noise, Gojo pushed back his worries for a second and flashed a smile.

“I’ll repay you Megs’!” Gojo stuck his tongue out playfully at the raven haired boy only to be returned with a slight furrow of his brows. “Anyway- have any of you guys seen my wallet around?”

“No? Have you left it at home Sensei?” Yuji asked, genuinely concerned for Gojo. Gojo thought for a second, “I can’t remember.”

“Ring Y/n, she could check for you.”

“Right, good thinking Megumi.” Gojo quickly jabbed your phone number into his phone, hearing it ring 4 times before you picked up.

“hello?”

“hi sweets! Do you know if my wallet’s at home?”

There was some rustling on the other side of the phone, he could hear you walking around the house.

“no, I don’t see it anywhere. Satoru did you really lose your wallet? You might’ve left it somewhere at school.”

“I’m not sure, but I’m sure I wouldn’t have left it at anywhere else but our home!”

You huffed on the other line, he could tell you were rolling your eyes at him.

“I’ll call you back if I find it ‘Toru.”

“thank you sugarplum!”

He could hear you slightly laugh at the pet name before ending the call.

“So?” Nobara asked inquisitively - who else was supposed to pay for her shopping?

“funny thing, but I think I’ve lost it!” He exclaimed in a chirpy tune, his conscience eating his brain fully. Megumi scoffed and Yuji could only laugh at Nobara as she fell dull.

“How about we just go back to school then?” Gojo suggested carefreely, however he creased his eyebrows anxiously as he thought on where he could’ve left it.

♡

As you ended the call, you groaned in response. It wasn’t normal for Gojo to leave something behind, but usually if he did it would be for a stupid reason. Most of the time he would pull the act so you would show up at school, but this time you could tell from his voice that he was actually worried.

You started searching for a bit, looking in all possible places until you gave up and carried on with your day.

Whilst you were fixing a snack later that day, you popped open the fridge for some juice only to see the problem behind your stress today. With a sigh, you picked up the strangely dark leather wallet and the box of kikufuku next to it.

Now you had to go drop it off, as you stumbled into your car, you rung his phone. It didn’t even ring once before instantly being picked up, excitement gliding through his voice.

“Did you find it?!”

“yes Satoru I did.” You laughed as you heard him sigh in relief, “I’m coming over to drop it off now.”

“Thank you my sweetie weetie pumpkin spice-“

“Satoru!” He went quiet, “save it for later.” You giggled, making at turn to the school.

“Whatever you want Y/n.” He said playfully.

“don’t be upset you crybaby, I’ll be there soon.”

“okay you bully, love you?”

“love you too Satoru.” You laughed as you heard him giggling like a highschool girl, “see you in a bit.”

“goodbye my loveeee.”

“Satoru end the call, I’m driving.”

“no you first!”

“Satoru!”

—————

The school was quiet as it usually was, with the slice of laughter and noise coming from the training grounds. There Gojo was with his students, probably spewing some nonsense as he waited for your arrival.

As you walked over, with both the kikufuku and wallet in hand, Gojo’s eye lit up.

He smiled happily at you, waving excitedly as if he had a small crush on you. “Y/n!”

You cracked a small laugh as you made your way over, greeting the students.

“Here’s your wallet and kikufuku.” You put out both items, expecting him to take the snack first.

Instead, Gojo quickly took the wallet from you, opening it up and sighing contentedly as he saw what was inside.

“What?” You asked, Gojo only shrugged at you before pushing the wallet safely into his jacket pocket. “Did you think I ransacked your wallet Satoru?” You questioned teasingly, amused at his exaggerated expression of relief.

“nope!” He pops the ‘p’ as he’s always done, “Just had a lil’ something important in here, can’t risk losing it sweets!” He then leaves a giddy peck on your cheek, leaving you confused and curious as to what was so important in his wallet.

Then Gojo took the kikufuku from you, munching on it ravenously as he always does.

-He had originally placed his wallet next to the kikufuku in the fridge so that he wouldn’t forget his snack, but instead he forgot both his wallet and food.

-

Later that night, when Gojo was long gone in sleep, you reached over to his night stand. Quickly swiping his wallet noiselessly. You then open the black leather wallet, unusually dull for the lively man.

You were taken aback as you saw the familiar film from yours and Gojo’s first date at the arcade.

‘This is what he was so worried about?’ You scoffed, unable to help the lovesick smile on your lips. Satisfied, you closed the wallet and returned it back into it’s place.

‘He’s an idiot’ You thought.

You had an exact copy of the film in your own wallet.

#gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #oneshot #gojo oneshot #kapeesh kapoosh

[everythingne]

hey yall :D!

i've just moved back into my dorm for classes today but i don't start any actual work for a while. im gonna be a bit slower now with work and such but I wanted to let y'all know of some upcoming fics to expect :)! please let me know if any specific ones interest you as i am in a bit of a slump and any encouragement seriously helps <3

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growing pains - dr3

(3+1) three times the girls pain makes you and daniel realize they're not always going to be your little ones. (a first period, a first breakup, and moving out) and one time, the girls come back to show all the lessons you've taught them, and that no matter their age they'll always be your little girls.

mrs mclaren - ln4

the winner of the mini series vote for my 300 follower special was lando, friends to lovers/mutual pining, angst/whatever. so born from that is y/n mclaren, the granddaughter of bruce mclaren, who may just have a huge crush on her driver and somehow literally everyone but lando knows.

wasted summers - op81

to try and solve your huge two decades old crush on your childhood best friend, you attempt to capture his love over the short summer break, with the help of F1 twitter and other racers. it goes about how you would expect.

gripped - ln4

Roxanne Powell's quick thinking on a film set saves Lando from serious injury, the moment making an unlikely connection between one of the top Formula One drivers who takes all the fame and glory for his team, and a girl whose work is hardly credited to herself. it takes seeing the other side to open your eyes.

more below (max n logan)

the one with the wedding - mv1

max grapples with the fact he's getting married on his wedding day. slightly inspired by friends and real weddings i've attended. luckily charles and daniel are there to ease his fears, and you end up having a picture perfect monaco wedding.

akin to a pride verse - 'i truly am my fathers child' - mv1

when brought to tears by ruthless bullying by reporters, reina snaps and hits a reporter out of fear, but the media claims its anger. with no other option, hana flies max to london help her daughter out of a depressive episode caused by reina realizing she's more like her father than she ever wants to be. its a conversation that makes max think back on his actions too.

drunk walk home verse - 'stalkers tango' - mv1

isaiah doesn't go away, not after max nearly shatters his nose. late night phone calls, text messages, and dms lead to a break in that terrifies you and the f1 world. luckily, you're away for the break in, but its not safe for you to return alone. don't worry though, max enlists the help of a few drivers to move all your stuff to his while you 'hunt for apartments.'

wing damage ch 2 - mv1

nadine struggles to accept the fact that she's single and alone in her now too big yet claustrophobic apartment. luckily for her, max is only a phone call away. and a few too many drinks lead to what is probably the stupidest decision for two newly single people who are hurting in their own rights.

meet cute, stay cute - ls2

logan keeps having meet-cutes with you throughout london, noticing the same thing each time, a book tucked under your arm. when you move in next door, he capitalizes on the opportunity to make this meet cute permanent by buying you romance books he's recommended by friends and twitter as a means of flirting.

out of the woods ch3 - ls2

dhanishka struggles to accept the fact that even her best performances can be deemed unfit, and the actions of herself when shes drunk. logan struggles to accept he may have cut things off early. charles needs more wine to deal with this.

go fins! - ls2

logan is only following one miami dolphins cheerleader, you. and you don't think its a big deal until he comes to visit to get an honorary helmet for the miami gp, and they have you give it to him. the clips circle for weeks, begging to know if you're dating the driver, and sometimes its more fun to make a rumor be true than to shut it down.

#f1 fanfic #f1 smau #f1 x reader #logan sargeant x reader #logan sargeant fic #logan sargeant imagine #logan sargeant fanfic #logan sargeant x y/n #logan sargeant x you #oscar piastri fic #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you #lando norris fanfic #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris au #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen fic #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen one shot

[drfleetflower]

Betrothed to Anguish

Pairing: Sejanus Plinth x Reader

Summary: You and Sejanus are in a secret relationship due to your parents' prejudice against the Plinths because they come from the districts. Today you have to break heart-wrenching news; your parents have arranged for you to marry Festus Creed.

Warnings: Extreme angst, light fluff, mention of arranged marriage, argument, hidden relationship, slight mention of bullying

WC: 2.6k

Your stomach turned with a mixture of anxiety and guilt as you descended the steps of the academy building. Everyday after school, you would meet up with Sejanus in a fairly hidden spot, in order to see each other everyday. Your relationship with Sejanus was a bit of a secret- well it was actually a full secret. It wasn’t your idea, rather Sejanus’s, he knew how your family was and how other people would view you. He could take the ‘criticism’ but he couldn’t stand anyone talking ill of you. And as your peers had already started to when you befriended him, you both knew that it would be much worse if they knew the truth now. Not to mention how your parents would feel… 

Still, you hated keeping it a secret. You tell yourself you’d rather just take the bullying and the disgrace from your parents, but everyday you don’t change anything. Today though… Today would change everything.

You pass through an alleyway and turn the corner, smiling upon seeing Sejanus already there. He leans against the solitary tree, not noticing my presence yet, as he faces the opposite way. You think about spooking him but then remember what you have to tell him, what you have to do, and you change your mind. 

“Sejanus…” You say softly, gaining his attention. 

The calm doesn’t leave his face but it is changed as he smiles widely and immediately comes in for a hug. “Hey, y/n.” He greets.

You hum in response to the comforting embrace and a small smile graces your face again. “Hey.” You greet in return and break the hug. “Um, I need to talk to you…” You start.

You can see slight worry appear on his face but he still smiles and says gently, “I’m all ears.” Shrugging lightly. 

You purse your lips, your head falling with your expression. “Sejanus… I can’t do this…” You say, pained.

Sejanus looks down at you, a brief flash of hurt in his eyes before it turns into worry. “What-” His mouth opens and closes and he lets out a quick huff, trying to find the right words. His worry grows as he speaks. “Are you… leaving me?...”

You look up at him before quickly averting your gaze again. “I-” You choke, losing the ability to finish the answer. 

Sejanus swallows as he tries to think of anything to say. The pain in his eyes becomes very evident and his hands shake as he takes a deep breath. “Please, don’t…” He says, his voice just barely above a whisper. 

“It’s nothing to do with you.” You say, your heart beginning to ache.

It’s clear this only confuses him as his brows furrow and he shakes his head lightly. “...What is it then?” He asks, a mix of frustration and hurt in his voice. Everything seems to suddenly slow down as the dread grows. You don’t know how to explain this to him. You can’t explain this to him. “Y/n?” He presses, his voice firmer than before. He doesn’t want to be pushy, but his thoughts are running wild trying to think of what she might say.

“You…” You sigh, this is so hard. With his big brown eyes looking right into your soul, boring into you, suffocating you. “Sejanus.” You shake your head. “I can’t.” 

Sejanus scans your face, his eyes pleading for an answer but he doesn’t want to make things worse. You can tell he’s at a complete loss, but you simply can’t tell him. Maybe it was selfish, but you couldn’t handle it. You couldn’t give him the reason. Sejanus looks to the side for a moment, thinking carefully before closing his eyes and turning his head back to face you. “You can’t?” He eventually says. You shake your head and he sighs, running a hand through his hair. 

“It’s- you just don’t understand.” You say sadly.

His expression and tone become much more gentle, but he still seems lost. “Tell me what I don’t understand. Just let me try.” He pleads, gently taking your hands in his own. You look into his eyes, fighting tears in your own. “Please.” He adds, seeing the tears welling up in your eyes. 

Your lips fold into a thin line, debating the ask. You can’t. You can’t. It’s too much. You take your hands from his and let your head fall into them as your first tear falls, then another and another, breaking out into a sob. Sejanus feels a deep pain in his chest and he has to stop himself from just immediately taking you into his arms. “Can I comfort you?” He asks, bending down slightly to try to catch your eyes but you shake your head quickly. The care he has for you makes everything so much worse and you realize how selfish it really is that you can’t- no that you won’t tell him. 

So you choke out, “I have to marry Festus.” And you can’t bear to lift your head to look at him. 

His eyes widen as he can’t believe what he’s just heard. Every ounce of his worry was justified. “What?..” He goes stiff in absolute disbelief and he can’t help but repeat himself. “What?..” His voice wavers and he just stares at your crying form. 

“My parents arranged it, when I graduate-” Another sob leaves you as your hands desperately try to wipe away the constant tears. He looks even more broken as he hears you sobbing. At the moment your words come out, his heart practically stops beating. He can hardly breathe as he tries to process what you’ve just said. 

“Festus…” He swallows, trying to stop his voice from breaking like his heart. “You’re marrying Festus?”

“More like I’m being sent to prison.” You sniffle, the words only making everything feel so much more real. “They’ve been planning it since the war. I can’t even- how does that happen? It doesn’t make any sense.” You ramble a little, your nerves heightened since you got the first words out. Sejanus’s expression gets angrier as the reality of the situation sets in, the realization of his worst fear. If he couldn’t think of something, if he couldn’t fix this… This could very well be the last time he spoke to you. 

“Y/n, I love you. I love you and I’m not letting- what is it about? Do they think it will help them? Is it- maybe we could change their minds or-”

You interrupt. “I don't know why!” You wipe some more tears from your face and finally look back up at him. “I know that my parents despise the districts and almost the whole reason we’ve been keeping our relationship a secret is because of them.” You choke up again and feel an intense despair in the atmosphere. “I love you too…” You say softly, your lips quivering. 

Sejanus tries to take your hands in his again but you gently move away and struggle to stop your tears from making a reappearance. “I have to go.” You say, only glancing at him for a second. 

His eyes follow your every movement and his heart grows heavy as he realizes what you're saying. As soon as he hears it he wants to reach out but instead he stops himself. “Where are you going?” 

You shrug, taking in a long and shaky breath. “Away…” 

Sejanus tilts his head. “Y/n…” His voice is almost laced with disappointment. “Can I just… I have questions.” 

You shake your head lightly and your voice breaks. “I have to go.” You take another step back but can’t yet bring yourself to fully leave. 

He takes a deep breath, he doesn’t want to make it harder than it already is. The thought of you leaving him crushes his heart. “Just one. Tell me just one thing. Why don’t you at least fight it? Why are you just going to marry Festus?” There’s silence for a moment. 

"You're so defiant, Sejanus... So brave..." You pause. "I love you for it. But-" You stop, your eyes falling to the floor. "But thinking we can fight this?... That's... That's naivety... A fantasy..."

He responds immediately, desperate to change your mind, to do something. “But why just give in?” His eyes narrow in on you, he doesn’t understand why you're not trying. That’s what the problem is: you're doing nothing instead of fighting back. “At least try! You haven’t even tried to change your parents' minds! You’ve just listened to them and done whatever they say!”

You don’t want to fight, but the words cut you like a knife, causing an anger to settle in your chest. “Are you kidding me? Is that what you really think? I have tried. That’s the problem. It makes everything worse!” You raise your voice, but are mindful to not be too loud. You can tell your tone hurts him and it causes you to pause. “Sejanus… My parents are serious. I don’t even know what they’d do if… It can’t happen.” You sigh.

Sejanus’s eyes falter as he’s completely taken aback. He falls silent, you both do. You’re both equally saddened as you stare at each other. All the silence does is increase the heartache. You think over the past two years and feel the overwhelming absence of hope. The world around Sejanus looks dark, flushed of color, simply gray. 

“But…”He trails off, unsure of what else to say. His voice is shaky as he continues to speak. “Why can’t we just sneak away? Just the two of us? Why don’t we run away?”

"To where?" You say hopelessly, looking around to accentuate the question. 

The thought of losing you just breaks him, and he’ll do anything but accept it to happen. “I don’t know where... But there’s got to be a place we can go.” 

Your shoulders slump and a small puff of air leaves you. “Well. Let me know when you find something.” There’s nothing but sadness in your voice despite your words and it only causes Sejanus’s more frustration. 

His tone becomes a little sharp as the bitterness rises. “And if I don’t find something? Then are you just going to marry this guy and be happy with him?”

"If you don't find something? Sejanus. You're not going to find something! There's nothing! We can't do anything!" You shout frantically, your own bitterness peaking through. A scoff escapes you before you try to calm yourself. "I don't have a choice... And of course I will never be happy with Festus..." You answer, your brows furrowing in hurt.

Sejanus stares at you, spurts of noise coming from him as he tries to grapple with this whole situation. “So that’s it then? Y/n, I can’t- I thought I would never be happy in the Capitol until I met you. I love you. Does that mean anything?” 

"It means EVERYTHING! You mean everything!" You breathe, looking into his eyes deeply as yours dampen. "So, I would rather die than do something stupid that gets you hurt!"

The longer the conversation continues the more distressed Sejanus gets, but he realizes quickly that he can’t get mad at you. It’s not your fault. But everything was just making his head fuzzy. “I can’t just watch you marry him, y/n… You know that right? I can’t do that.” 

“You have to.” You look at him seriously and your voice softens. “But you’ll… You’ll find someone else.. You’ll move on…” You say, no matter how much it kills you to do so. 

“And what if I don’t want to move on…? What if I want to be with you?” He returns swiftly. 

You shake your head. “Then- I don’t know, you’re just going to have to. Because that can’t happen. There are plenty of people in the Capitol… You’ll find someone else.” 

Sejanus lets out another sigh (how many helpless sighs had been exchanged at this point?) as it all becomes too much. His voice grows colder and more quiet. He stares down at you harshly but you can tell all his anger is not directed at you. “Someone else?” He seems almost disgusted at the thought of anyone else. You were the only one he loved, he never wanted another. He never even thought he would be with anyone until he met you. 

"You'll find someone..." Were you talking to him or yourself at this point? Either way, your voice still comes out pained.

“No, I won’t...” Sejanus’s tone was blunt, his voice was low and much darker than you had ever heard it. It was clear he was starting to give up the fight. He realizes that maybe you could be right. Maybe there’s no way to fight this, and that he should just let you live the life your parents put in front of you. Nothing could describe the way the world was shattering but absolute misery. At least, that was the mutual feeling between the two of you. The only feeling either of you could possibly feel now. You already felt yourself forgetting what happiness was…

You take a couple steps towards him to be close again, never taking your eyes off of his. Your hand comes up to his cheek ever so delicately and you let your eyes close then, pressing your lips to his just as tenderly. Sejanus’s eyes close instinctively, as soon as his lips feel yours. Time stops, the world just goes away, and nothing else matters to him. He wants to hold you close and live in this one moment forever. You both do. And while Sejanus really would just melt and stay like this until the end of time, you have to be realistic. So you pour all of your emotions and love into the kiss before forcing yourself to break it, certainly breaking both of your hearts in the process. 

The kiss ends. The most painful goodbye. 

Sejanus’s eyes are still on yours as you pull away and he wears the most sorrowful expression as he takes in the weight of the kiss. The moment is over, and even if he doesn’t want to he has to face reality again. The cruel reality that finally causes the dam to break for him and he cries, looking down and trying to gather himself again. For you. Because he can hear you sniffle again and knows he has to be strong. He has to keep hope. One of you does. 

You let a final tear roll down your cheek, just as he looks up, and then you collect yourself. But not for him. Not for hope, but for the fact you knew there was none. That now you would have to shut yourself off and let what was happening happen. With a tear-stained face and a numb appearance, you turn and walk away. Letting this visage be Sejanus’s last memory of you. His last look in your mind, not much different. 

You don’t know where you’re going yet, you have no direction, not anymore. You don’t want to see anyone. You want to be far, far away from anyone. You want to be alone, you know that much. 

When Sejanus finally copies your action, turning and walking away, he knows where to go. You almost had him. He almost lost hope. But instead, a fire lit inside him and now… Now he was determined. Sejanus Plinth would die before he sat by and watched you slip through his fingers. 

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[twisted-lover-boys]

First Years with a partner that’s getting bullied

{not proof-read}

This was a request someone sent to me in my DMs. They had sent one in the past and asked me to wring this one along with another coming out eventually

Before we start, I know what it’s liked to be bullied and it’s not fun. Please remember ti be kind to those around you and, if you find someone being bullied or you yourself are, please speak up or defend yourself in some way. There will be people that care for you and will help you out

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Ace is a little worried about you. Normally, you always had a small pep in your step and never backed down from him whenever he teased you. But today, you were…off. You didn’t respond to any of his teasing and nothing he did, not even his card tricks, was able to cheer you up

He tried everything to cheer you up. The aforementioned card tricks, cute little compliments or flirts, some teasing, nothing. Sure, he was able to get a smile or two, maybe even a light chuckle, but the happiness was brief

Ace thought you were probably just having an off day as he kissed your lips and bid you goodnight. He wasn’t able to greet you that morning because of his dorm duties but he made it his goal to find you and bug you throughout the school day

When he finally saw you, he was about to jog up to you when he noticed a group of students he’s never seen before. From your body language and the words they spoke, it was a less-than-friendly encounter

As he listened in to your bullies, every word made him see red. Saying those things just because you didn’t have magic. He couldn’t just charge right in even if he wanted to lest he get in trouble with his dorm head. So instead, he decided to memorize their faces for later

When they finally left, Ace stepped in, immediately going to comfort you. Whether you decide to just cry it out or stay silent, he’s there constantly holding and cooing you. He’s never seen you this upset before and it breaks his heart to think about how long this has been going on or how much pain you suffered because of those jerks

The rest of the day, he planned the best way to ruin those bullies lives. There were so many thoughts running through his head. Playing the friendly to belittle game, getting his dorm head involved, getting his friends to handle them with him. Whatever he picked would surely ruin them

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Deuce can be a little dense but he knows when his partner is feeling down and that’s exactly what was happening now. He knew something was wrong as you weren’t as cheery as you usually were. You were distant and timid now, a stark contrast

He tried to make you feel better with some snacks, jokes, even physical affection but nothing changed. You were still upset. You did smile a bit and you were responsive to his affections but he genuinely wondered if he did something wrong to upset you

He didn’t get to dwell on it long since he had to go back to his dorm for curfew. He gave you his usual goodnight kiss and left for his dorm. Deuce hoped that he’d be able to talk to you tomorrow and ask what he did wrong to upset you

The next morning, he hadn’t been able to find you so matter how hard he searched. However, when he did finally manage to find you, he noticed a group of students he’s never seen before. As he walked up to them, he could hear the awful things they said about you being magicless

Deuce literally saw red and charged straight in. He didn’t even dare to think of the consequences if he got into a fight. However, the bullies ran off at the mere sight of him before an actual fight could begin. Once he knew they were gone, he immediately went to your side

He’s not a casanova with his words but he’s good for physical comfort. He’s ready to hold you as tight as he can muster or simply hold your hand and pat your back. Whether you feel like crying or staying silent, he’s there for you

Now for the payback. Again, he doesn’t care about any consequences that he may face. So what if he ends up beating the bullies up? They won’t be able to tell anyone. And even then, who’d believe them of everyone around is denying he did such a thing?…

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Jack immediately knows something is off with you. Your body language gave it away easily. He asked what was wrong but you didn’t answer, saying it was no big deal and for him not to worry about it

He didn’t really know how to best cheer you up but even his best attempts led to nothing. You both did your normal physical activity and even water his plants, including his cacti, but no smile was ever able to crack your face

Jack decided to take your advice and not worry about it. You’d tell him when you’re ready. He bid you goodnight but not before placing a kiss on your cheek and jogging his way back to his dorm. Hopefully you’d tell him tomorrow

Come the next day, he couldn’t find you anywhere. He did think it was a bit weird but he didn’t put too much thought into it. Sooner or later, he found you but you seemed…upset. And that group of students in front of you weren’t helping

As he got closer, he started to make out what they were saying and he didn’t like it one bit. Jack’s large figure is enough to make them go packing but if they didn’t, he wouldn’t be able to keep his composure

When he knows they’re gone, he starts to look at you. Jack knows that you probably don’t want to talk about it right away and gives you time to just let out your emotions. He’s not good with his words but he wants you to know that he’s there for you

As for the bullies themselves, all he has to do is make them leave you alone right? So what if he does it under his dorm head’s nose? Even if he finds out, he’s not gonna do anything right?

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Epel figured out that you were upset pretty quickly. Your usual bouncy and sweet attitude was replaced by a solemn and silent one. He didn’t know what caused this change but he knew he didn’t like it

He tried using what his family would do when he’s upset. He made homemade remedies, snacks from the apples his meemaw sends him, and the apple juice his parents send him almost monthly but nothing worked

Even though he wanted to stay with you longer and cheer you up, he didn’t want to gain the ire of Vil for not coming back to the dorm so he kissed you goodnight before running off back to his dorm. He would try again tomorrow

Try as he might, Epel couldn’t find you around the school. He grew worried since he didn’t know if you were still upset after yesterday or not. When he finally found you, he happily jogged up to you before hearing the harsh words a group of students had said to you

Epel immediately saw red and lost himself. He blanked out for a bit but, when he ‘woke up’ again, he found himself disheveled and bruised with you worrying over him. The bullies were gone. That’s all he cared about.

He didn’t care about his injuries, he cared about if you were okay mentally. He doesn’t care if you decide to cry or stay silent but he wants you to be truthful and honest with him. He wants to be there for you. He’s not weak after all

Of course he’d have to deal with Vil and Rook fussing over him because he got into a fight but his main focus was the bullies. It would be…unfortunate if they were suddenly the target of random traps and curses, right?

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It took Sebek a while to find out that you weren’t feeling right. He noticed how you didn’t banter with him anymore or respond to anything he had to say. He didn’t think he did anything wrong but he nevertheless ended up consulting Lilia and Malleus

From what he learned from them, he did the things he thought would best cheer you up. Some physical activity to get you out of your room, small talk about anything that came to your mind, and even a sweet tea time but a smile never returned to your face

He hated having that return for curfew but he needed to be there for his lord so he bid you a goodnight kiss and left. Of course he consulted Lilia and Malleus again and said it would be best to try again tomorrow. So that’s what he did

The next morning, he was on a mission to try and find you. He searched everywhere for you, practically screaming other students ears off just to find you. When he finally did, he immediately rushed over to you, ignoring the other students that stood in front of you

Sebek was immediately shaken when he heard what those students were saying to you and how they were telling him to ‘get lost’. The nerve! How dare they treat his partner like this! Don’t they know who they are?! He will not take this disrespect of you!

It took only a few strong words from Sebek to send them packing before he went back to his initial plan; asking you what was wrong. Whether you decide to be honest or just cry out your emotions, the croc fae will do his best to console you. He immediately takes you back to a safe space for you to calm down

Of course he consults his lord, mentor, and closest comrade about what happened and what he should do. Of course his job would be to take care of you until you felt better. They would deal with the bullies for him. They hated seeing you and Sebek upset

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#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x male reader #twst x male reader #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #pomefiore #diasomnia #ace trappola #ace trappola x gn reader #deuce spade #deuce spade x gn reader #jack howl #jack howl x gn reader #epel felmier #epel felmier x gn reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x gn reader

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (42)

Pres.Ravinstill: My dearest Mentors, in spite of the recent tragic events-

Felix: You mean the Arena Explosion Incident that almost got us killed if not for Palmyra Monty being absent that day?

Pres.Ravinstill: Yes. That one.

Festus: But why are we calling it tragic? Nobody died.

Pres.Ravinstill: Correct! Nobody died except for our government’s budget for reconstruction that is. Now I have to borrow another large sum of money from Monster Cardew- I mean, from Mama Cardew again.😞

Livia: That sounds like good news to me.😌💅

Coryo: Of course it does.🙄

Pres.Ravinstill: However, that is not the reason for why I’m here today-

Androcles: Mr. President, Mr. President, are you here for your missing Bichon Frisé puppy-

Everyone: Andie!

Androcles: Nevermind. I’ll shut up now.

Pres.Ravinstill: As I was saying, I’m here to make an announcement. An important one that will either make or break the future of our country. So Felix, come up here and give your Gran Gran a hug-

Felix: Am I in trouble? If so, just know it wasn’t me. It was Festus-

Festus: Hey! I ain’t no criminal-

Felix: Or Hilarius-

Hilarius: Fair enough.

Felix: And Sejanus.

Sejanus: Coryo! Coryo, my love, they’re bullying me again!😭

Coryo: Babe, please stop crying in front of the President. It’s embarrassing.

Sejanus: Ok. I’ll stop crying if you first give me a kiss.😘

Coryo: On the cheek?

Sejanus: No.

Coryo: On the forehead?

Sejanus: Lower.

Coryo: On the nose?!

Sejanus: Lower.

Coryo: On your chin?!

Sejanus: You know where, Babe.😏

Coryo: I-

Sejanus: Pretty please?🥺

Coryo: Um-

Lysistrata: Kiss him! Kiss him, Coryo! Coryo, please! For the SnowPlinth Fan Club!

Diana: You do know that the President is still here, right?

Felix: Don’t worry about it. My granduncle is part of the SnowPlinth Fan Club. Just look at him.

Pres.Ravinstill: Kiss him! Kiss him, Snow!! Crassus x Strabo forever!

Apollo: Crassus x Strabo?! That’s the wrong SnowPlinth Fan Club!

Felix: Tomato, Potato.

Florus: I beg to differ. That’s-

Coryo: *faints from embarrassment*

Pup: Well, I’ll be off to call the medics again.

Sejanus: *princess carries Coryo* Oh, don’t mind me. Coryo and I will be going home together.🥰

Pres.Ravinstill: Fine. I’ll go straight to the point. Felix, my beloved grandnephew, I am officially promoting you to be my new son and heir.😊

Felix: Wait, what?! Why me?! What happened to my other uncles, aunts, and older cousins?!

Pres.Ravinstill: Fortunately, they were all disowned yesterday.

Felix: Disowned?!

Pres.Ravinstill: Fortunately.

Felix: What about my parents?!

Pres. Ravinstill: Them too. So starting today, you are now my one and only son.🥹

Io: Oh, that’s so sweet!

Juno: ✨Slay✨, Class Pres!

Clemensia: Congratulations, Class Pres!

Iphigenia: Nice one, Class Pres!

Domitia: Let’s party!

Dennis: Food’s on Livia!

Livia: Suck a di-

Felix: Granduncle, are you crazy?! Why would you disown everyone but me?!

Pres.Ravinstill: It’s father now. And Panem, it was quite a funny story-

Felix: Please just tell me the short version.😞

Pres.Ravinstill: Fine. Your parents, uncles, aunts, and cousins had a big fight yesterday-

Felix: That’s just normal-

Pres.Ravinstill: Which escalated so fast that one of them intentionally destroyed one of my rare #SnowPlinth merch and my #Crasca4Ever hate shrine!

Vipsania: The audacity!

Pres.Ravinstill: Sis, you don’t even know the worst thing they did!

Vipsania: What did they do?

Pres.Ravinstill: Those damn ungrateful kids of mine vandalized one of my exclusive Bichon Frisé puppy posters out of spite!😡🔪

Everyone:. . .

Pres.Ravinstill: So I disowned all of them. Lol.

Felix: What the heck?!

Lysistrata: Not the SnowPlinth merch!😭

Pres.Ravinstill: I know! They were all so cruel to commit a crime such as that!

Sejanus: Mr. President, Mr. President, we must swiftly punish-

Pres.Ravinstill: Don’t worry, Mr.

Plinth. I already gave them a befitting punishment for their actions.

Felix: Which is?!

Pres.Ravinstill: Peacekeeper duties for 10 years without pay.😊

Felix: *faints from the shock*

Gaius: Fainting must be trending today.

Urban: You don’t say.😒

#tbosas #coriolanus snow #coryo snow #hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #crack post #thg #random thoughts #felix ravinstill #lysistrata vickers #sejanus plinth #festus creed #clemensia dovecote #lucy gray baird #coriolanus x sejanus #snowjanus #snowplinth #crackship #thg fic #thg incorrect quotes #tbosas incorrect quotes #suzanne collins

[thealligatornoah]

Falling in love (Azul edition)

Yeah, I know, I've been a ghost lately. In defense, I haven't been feeling good, but hey! I got inspired by this f*cking banger!: Be My Guest - YouTube. So, it's azul's turn. Enjoy!

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x male!reader

Warnings: Freaking Azul trying to scam everyone. Metions of past trauma and bullying.

Nobody understands him, and never will. Azul Ashengrotto is a poor, unfortunate soul that doen't want to be one, so he turns everybody else near him miserable with his contracts, that promise a cheerful future.

Octopuses are brilliant hunters that use their large tentacles to prey on their victims, and this clever dorm leader is no different. Instead of the eight appendixes, he uses the Leech twins; and he usually chooses those who he finds easy, like students with bad grades, with financial problems, or the vulnerable ones. He was once the lolcow, the 'point a finger at me and laugh', but doing things like this, who is laughing last?

When he gazed (y/n)'s eyes at the ceremony the first time, he saw his oportunity cristal clear. A magicless human in a college full of mages? It is impossible to be easier, Or so he thought.

Jade and Floyd find it impossible to bring (y/n) to Azul, that boy seems to smell something fishy each time they offer him help. When they offer help for an exam, to lend the little money he doesn't have to pay lunch, to defend him from bullies... the boy doesn't get the hook, leaving the sly octopus without any idea of how to get him.

That is one evening it started raining. Azul is coming back after being in the club with Idia, smiling to himself remembering their tought chess game as he walks through the hallway. Suddenly, when he is about to open the door to get out the building, a really wet (y/n) opens that door from outside and quickly runs inside, his back facing the door and his face against Azul's. There is a quiet moment between the two until one of them decides to break it.

-I recommend you not to go outside, it's raining cats and dogs. -(y/n) says.

Then, Azul's fast mind had an idea, that is the perfect moment to bring his pray to his lair.

-Isn't your dorm outside? You have to walk a lot to get there, right? -the poor boy nods with worry, Azul controls a mischevious smile, and puts a kind one instead.- You can come to my dorm, I'll get you a discount in the Mostro Lounge for today.

"If he thinks he can get me, he's very wrong. But a smoothy won't hurt me." (y/n) thinks when he deliverates if taking the offer or not.

-Ok. -he finally decides.

When both of the boys get to the Mostro Lounge, Azul sits in front of (y/n) as he drinks the smoothy. They were talking about anything and everything, the octopus asking some innocent questions and the other sharing what he thinks is convenient, keeping many things in secret. But eventually he would get a littke comfortable, even Azul would tone down a bit and forget his objetive.

The mostro's light gives a special glitter to (y/n)'s face, specially his eyes. His movements look graceful as he stares at his soul, with a small smile timidly visible in his lips, wich Azul couldn't get his gaze off, the jazzy music not helping at all.

"Focus if you want to get what you want." Azul thinks, but his mind gets a little numb after that thought. "What did I want?" he realizes. That evening is so nice, he completely forgets.

Days pass by, and (y/n) comes more often to the lounge, he just learned to enjoy the three submarine boy's company, specially Azul. He visits him inside the vip room, where he has the permission to go to.

But the octopus doesn't stop his attempts of making everyone else's soul miserable. After some important exams, now he has some anemone slav- I mean... non remunerated employees; but three of them are (y/n)'s friends, and he didn't care that it is Azul they're talking about, he will fight him.

Then, Azul overblots.

He overblots because (y/n) found out about his past, because his mask is broken, because Leona turned his win into sand, because he is a poor, unfortunate soul.

When everything ends, Azul starts running away from (y/n). His fear for rejection takes the best of him as he avoids any contact with someone that he looks up to very highly. It is all with the twin's help, of course. And they end up getting fed up, of course.

The Leech twins are standing up in front of Azul's desk, who is reading some important papers for the restaurant he is running. He turns slowly his gaze upwards to Jade and Floyd, and then downwards the papers again.

-I'm busy, what do you want.

-We both noticed you have romantic feelings towards (y/n). -says Jade bluntly.

Azul opens his mouth really wide, wanting to speak, but a knot in his throat makes it impossible for any word to go out and make any noise. A little almost wisper like scream and shining, red cheeks make its appearance instead.

-Yeah, yeah, -interrups Floyd- we are really fed up, this turned really boring!

-What he is trying to say is that you will stop avoiding him.

-Even if that means you have to tell him you want to squeeze him to death!

Even if that is a really big ultimatum, Azul knows that they are painfully right. Do octopuses show homosexual tendencies in nature? That's not the point, he does love (y/n)! That's why he is avoiding him in the first place, the awful shame of his past... this has to end now.

This time, when (y/n) comes to his restaurant, Azul doesn't hide in the vip room. In fact, he had the twins to make sure every other client leave earlier, how? Shady Leech twins terms. When everyone else leaves the restaurant, the magicless human feels relief, he knows that this is his crush's doings; he knows him too well to not notice, that's why he didn't give up in the first place.

Althought he knew it, his heart skips a beat when Azul sits up in front of him. Every little detail of his movements are highly studied, that with that nervous smile, makes (y/n) remember when he acted like this with him, so he makes sure to put a kind smile.

-It's been a while, eh? -he breaks the ice.

Again, Azul wants to speak but he cannot do it, he fights but he is just not able to do it. Then he jumps a bit when he feels (y/n)'s hand on his.

-Man, I missed you -he says after laughing-. Don't worry, I'm not mad, you can tell me anything. -he makes emphasis in the last word.

Then Azul inhales, exhales, and looks directly to (y/n)'s eyes, then his mouth. He reviews the script he practised so much for hours, and opens his mouth, the words being able to pass through his throat this time.

-(y/n), the reason I was avoiding you is because I was very ashamed of my past me, and I have romantic feelings towards you -his nervousness comes back-. But I've changed! I'm not that fat octopusno-

(y/n) interrupts him with a little slam on the desk.

-Silly octopus, I don't care about your past. Even heck, I don't care about your looks at all! I like you too, but it is because you are a clever, after all nice man. I feel really comfortable when I'm with you, and every aspect of you feels out of league of me! -again, Azul 404.exe has stopped working- Give me a kiss, dummy.

Both of their bodies moves automatically on the desk so their lips could click for the first of many more times.

Nobody understands him, and never will. Anybody in this universe will understand how lucky he is, how fortunate, and happy soul he is.

#twisted wonderland x male reader #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x male reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst azul #azul x male reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x male reader #azul x y/n #azul ashengrotto x reader #twst fanfic

[cherry-pop-elf]

Weasley Siblings Reacting To You Coming Out 🏳️‍⚧️ ((Trans Edition))

Some wholesome/projection because wah-! Also reader is under the impression of muggleborn, so muggle ideals would be different from wizards of course

Can he read as Platonic or Romantic! Clause Platonic love is valid af! I see you Ace/Just wanting stuff to not always be sex, folks!

Warnings: Transphobia,bullying ((not from the Weasleys obviously)) anxiety, depression, don’t worry it’s fluff just ya know. It’s scary coming out!

Writing Coms Open

((BTW this was in my drafts, and since Trans Visibility Day was today, it gave me motivation to finish it so let’s go-!))

William ‘Bill’

“Like Tonks-!” You did feel pretty silly, once he said that. Made you wonder why you waited so long. Literally you were friends with a Shapeshifter, so why would you coming out be so different? Oh right, what muggles would do if they knew. “Kinda, minus the whole ya know….Changing on the whim. Wish I could do that-“ You muttered, as Bill would pat your back. The pair of you, ever cozy in the library. Special permission to access the resurrected section, since he was being interned at Gringotts for curse breaking. Meant you had some privacy for such a sensitive topic. “Hey, we can find a way to. Right? It’s magic. I bet you my lucky dagger that the twins probably have something in the works.“ He comforted, and it made you smile. That Bill. Always finding a way to brag about his younger siblings somehow. That was just the cutest thing to you. Just a big brother, finding a way to show off his family. Helped a lot. “Whatever you need, I’ve got you. I know muggles do stuff differently, and a lot isn’t really to positive-“ Bill was the eldest, so it made sense he would be more informed with muggle culture. If his band shirts were to say anything. “Like name changes and stuff. Got a new name you like?” There was something so weird about how casual he was. Just, casual. It was a field, but also felt off. Like something bad should have happened. Maybe it will. Until then, though, you were happy to tell him your new name. “Suits you-!” He smiled that awkward half smile, given the other half didn’t exist anymore. “I like it.” And he was soon ruffling your hair. Older brother habits. They don’t die easy, and you were greatful for it.

Charlie

“Like Tonks-!” Why did you get Déjà vu? You shook it off, before nodding. “Yes, minus the actually changing my gender and stuff.” You clarified, as he multi tasked with the latest baby dragon Hagrid had gotten. Charlie just couldn’t resist, and now you two were stuck in his hut. Hagrid off to find someone to take said dragon, while Charlie treated it like a puppy. Kissing its snout, and making it squeal in utter delight. Despite the slobber, and despite the heat. One of the reason you trusted him with such a secret. His heart was so big, and he held such passion. Not to mention, you hoped he could help you get out of your shell a bit. Such a loud, and proud, man. Also, well, imagine trying to bully someone who’s buddies with the dragon tamer. “Neat-! So do I flip flip between pronouns, like Tonky, or you got new ones-?” You swore he was paying more attention to the dragon, than you. Weirdly, you liked it. He didn’t treat it as life or death, which healed something in you. He didn’t care, but in that good way. That it didn’t change how he saw you. Or, maybe you just asked at the right time. You had to shake his shoulder, to remind him you were still there. You two shared a laugh, as he went on rambling about how beautiful the dragon was, as you were able to relax a little easier.

Percy

“Trans-? Like as in Transfiguration? Finally, actually focusing on your studies.” You were already regretting this. You figured Percy would be someone to confide in, since he was a prefect. You were being bullied by the muggleborns, but the thing is….Hes a pure blood. He didn’t really understand what being trans was. So, you tried to explain. “Percy, they were making fun of me because I was born different.” You tried to explain, as he was starting to pay a bit more attention now. “They saw me going to the bathroom, and immediately threw books at me. It’s not like I don’t mind Moaning Myrtle, but it’s hard to pee with company.” You sniffled, as it was settling in now. “I’m so sorry, I’ll handle this immediately. I….Let’s go take you to the medical wing, to make sure you are patched….Could you explain more to me about this trans thing? Why it makes you different?” It’s a start. He’s willing to learn, and that’s more than so many. That gave you comfort. He’s confused, but willing. With his arm around you, you did your best to wizard it to his language. To get it out of your system, and for once? Percy stayed quiet, and listened. It’s a start, and you couldn’t be happier.

Fred

“Swear you are like the fifth person to tell me that this month-!” He laughed, as you blinked. Despite the prancing dynamic of the twins, they had grown a bit over the years. Suppose the older brother energy they held just drew in comfort. It’s easy to confide in them. They may not act like it, but they can keep a secret. Guess the courtyard was just a hot spot for such. “Wait, why are you telling me this anyway? I knew the moment I met you-!” He snorted, with an elbow nudge to you. Honestly? You were certain he was joking, but you wondered if he did. “About bloody time you figured it out yerself! Not sure how that whole thing works, but I’m sure George and I can brew something up for ya. Need a beard? Or bigger hips? I’m sure we got something-“ That had you roll your eyes. “Sounds like an excuse to turn me into your personal lab rat-“ That had him blink. “The hell is a lab rat?” Right. Pure blood. “I’ll explain it to you later. Just, promise not to tell anyone? I’m….not ready yet.” Fred seemed like he was ready to argue, about needing to just be passionate about who and what you are, but he was hushed. As if he could already hear Molly yelling at him. That was trauma for another occasion. Instead, he made a zipping motion to his lips, and threw away the key. “Thanks.” You smiled, as he gave a thumbs up. Pretending he couldn’t speak at all, and it got you to giggle. Calmed your nerves down just fine.

George

“That’s uh….That thing-! Yeah-!” He bullshitted, but you understood why. He’s the more emotional side of the dynamic duo. So many kids come to them for advice, but more come to George. You would pay a guess that many who went to Fred were actually looking for George, but didn’t realize it was Fred at all. You only managed, because he was wearing his Quidditch Jersey. Least, you think it was his. Shit, was this Fred? Nope, Fred walked by. With Angelina. Phew. “George, do you need me to explain?” You asked, as he rubbed his neck nervously. Embarrassed he wasn’t instantly able to comfort, like it was his only job. “It’s a muggle thing, breathe.” And breathe he did, as he laid back down on the common room couch. With a quick run down, it clicked. He’s an inventor, they are good at thinking outside norms. “Oh! Oh man, that sounds stressful as hell. Hey, anyone starts shit-“ He gave a sharp click with his tongue, and made a shooting motion with his finger. “Consider them chucked into a vanishing closet.” And given he’s a Weasley, you didn’t underestimate him. So, instead, you hugged him. A big, warm, squeeze. Of course, it was returned. Oh those Weasleys.

Ron

“Would you be offended if I go ask Hermione what that means-?” Least he’s honest, and knew better to ask her than anyone else. Hard to ever get alone time with him, as he was glued to her and Harry. Surprised to catch him alone, for once, and took the chance while you could. Now to just look at your breakfast plate, nervous. “I’ll just explain it, the best I can.” You sighed, as you saw Ron wince a little. Feeling he did something wrong. “It’s a muggle thing-“ You quickly said, as he breathed a little easier. A few nervous gulps of juice, and many confused brows, it clicked. "Woah, that sounds terrible. I rememberer when Harry and i had to drink a polyjuice potion. we were still the same gender, and all, but my skin just felt so wrong. Everything was wrong. was just a suit, and i wanted to peel it off. Even if it hurt." You had to stare. That was just so accurate to how you felt. Your eyes watered. “Did I say something wrong, again-? I’m sorry about-“ But you hugged him, with your eyes in his shoulder. Don’t get Ron started on how many times he’s had to be the shoulder for Harry. So, like a time turners clockwork, he held you back. Comforting you. Someone got it.

Ginny

“Think I’m that to-“ Ginny said, as you two just laid in the grass. Just trying to relax, from a long school day. “Like, maybe it’s just because I was raised by a bunch of brothers. Just, being JUST a girl feels weird. Like I’m more than that, I’m not JUST that. Maybe I’m feeling something else entirely. Never been the same, after that book.” She admits, ready to stress her out all over again. Voldemort did a number on her. What a way to start Hogwarts. Damn. “Well, maybe don’t think about it too hard. It’s both super complicated, but not at the same time. It’s more a feeling than anything else. You can be born it, or maybe over time it changes. Maybe by tomorrow you feel something else. Then, the next day it changes.” You tried to explain, as you watched the clouds. “Yeah, like magic.” She agreed, as she looked to her broomstick next to her. Thinking back to her childhood. “Maybe I am a guy, but Mum being so excited to have a girl just….Made me feel like I HAD to be….” God was that relatable. “Trans buddies?” You asked, and offered a hand. In a playful solidarity. You figured that would comfort her, or maybe now he. “Yeah, Trans buddies.” Ginny smiled, as you shared hands. “Jean sounds nice.” Ginny said. “Jean does sound nice.” You agreed.

#harry potter #hp #trans harry potter #William Weasley #William Weasley x reader #bill Weasley #bill weasley x reader #Charlie Weasley #charlie weasley x reader #Percy Weasley #Percy Weasley x reader #Fred Weasley #fred weasley x reader #George Weasley #george weasley x reader #Weasley twins #Fred and George #Fred and George Weasley #Ron Weasley #ron weasley x reader #Ginny Weasley #ginny weasley x reader #Weasley siblings #Weasley family #trans visibility #trans day of visibility #trans pride #Weasley #trans Ginny Weasley #trans your gender

[verygirlygirl]

Jealousy

Requested by: @ladyolor

Summary: after a hard morning with moose you come to class to see your boyfriend and his previous crush partnerd up this causes some feelings to arise.

Tw: SA, mo*se, (not a Trigger warning but jealousy)

"Leave me alone moose" you groaned as your bully followed you on your way to school. He always did this and it became a routine for you at this point, "I'm not leaving you alone unless I get my kiss y/n" he taunted.

Those words sent shivers up your spine God he was gross. "No I'm not kissing you" you said plainly, of course that angered him so he grabbed you and slammed your back into a nearby tree.

The pain of the hard wood slamming against your body almost made you lose your balance. "Do you think you're better than me or something?" He began to get closer to you, but you moved your face the opposite way.

"No I don't moose I just wanna be left alone

A Yelp left your lips as you felt hands on your hips and soon moose was just a few inches away from your face. "You sure?" His breath stunk and you could see how little he took care of himself

"Hey!" You and moose flinched but he was quickly pulled off by Robin? "Hey dude what the fuck are you doing to my buddy's girl?" You felt as if you were about to break down, it was incredibly embarrassing.

You touched Robin's shoulder to grab his attention. "Hey Robin let's just go please I don't wanna be late" he sighed but nodded while staring moose down, "what was that about?" Robin asked "it's nothing just don't tell finney about it".

He look at you with skeptical eyes "are you and moose a thing y/n?" You shook your head repeatedly. "No no we aren't moose has been doing this for weeks now I don't wanna worry finney", Robin sighed and nodded "alright I won't tell finney but call me when you need help".

"I will" you said as you smiled and waved him off while you made your way to your class. "You're late miss l/n" of course you knew you were late, "everyone has gotten partners but you and we don't have enough people in the class so you'll be doing your project alone".

You nodded not really thinking much of it until you saw finney and Donna talking. You made your way to an empty seat at the back of the class and stared holes into finneys head, Finney hadn't even waved at toy once you walked in he was too focused on her.

After class was over finney and donna were talking by the lockers. "Uh yea of we can move the project over to tomorrow night..no no I don't mind at all", Finney was obviously flustered anyone could see that. His hands finding random places to scratch, the way he stuttered.

After a few seconds of staring finney caught you and finally acknowledged your existence in the halls. "Oh hey y/n!" Oh so now he wants to talk to you? Now that his other little girlfriend has to go to another class.

"Hey Finney" you say coldly by the way his face contorted he definitely noticed. "Hey whats wrong? He asked as worry crept onto his fetures, "nothings wrong Finney" and with that you walked away and didn't speak to him for the rest of the day.

After what felt like days you were able to go home. You didn't see Finney on your way home, and you didn't see moose either but that wasn't really a bad thing.

"Hey mom" you said lazily as you dragged yourself up the stairs and into your bed. Today was torture and you weren't sure how you were gonna recover from it, So you decided to take a nap maybe sleeping it off would help.

When you woke up it was dark and quiet outside. Even your mom had went to sleep you checked your clock and it was about 12 am, you decided to relax until you heard a knock on yohr window that made you jump.

You peeked through your curtain to see finney hanging on a skinny branch for dear life. Honestly you didn't care of he fell or not at this point but you cracked open your window and glared at him. "Yes Finney?"

He grunted and with a soft smile he whispered "please let me in? I swear I'll be quiet?". You grumbled some swear words but you let him in anyway,still refusing to really make eye contact or really even apeak to him.

"Whats wrong y/n?" You rolled your eyes "there's nothing wron-". You were about to lie to him again but you saw tears? You sighed "finney.. don't cry please".

You held his face softly in your hands and brought his face to your chest "are you gonna leave me?" He asks in a quivering voice. Fuck you did not mean for this to happen "no of course not finney", he sniffled and nodded quickly wiping his tears off his face.

"Tell me what happened" you were surprised at how quickly he stopped crying but told him anyway." I saw you and Donna chatting.." you confessed embarrassment slowly creeping up on you, "so that's what all this is about? Donna?".

He grabber your hands and put them in his "y/n.. I love you I'd never ever look at another girl the way I look at you". You put your head down in shame almost like a child getting scolded " 'm sorry finney..".

Finney sighed and kissed the top of your head "it's ok". you sighed and started to put your deadweight onto finney until both of you fell onto your bed, "I wanna stay with you..sleep with me?" You asked practically whining into his neck.

"Of course..we can sleep together tonight" a small smile found its way to your lips and you kissed finneys collarbone. "Night finney.. love you".

#finney blake #the black phone #finney blake x reader #finney blake x you #robin arellano

[toxicanonymity]

Laid back (one-shot)

Words: 2.5k | Paring: Corey Cunningham x Reader

EDIT: technically no longer a one-shot: Laid Back 2

Summary: You comfort Corey after a rough day and give him a special HJ in a special position.

Notes: Fun request from @ethanhoewke based on a post by @futurewife about wanting to please Corey in a specific position. My first time writing fluffy good-guy smut. More notes at end.

Thanks for reading!

Explicit Content. 18+ No Minors

Corey is such a sweetheart.  Things got rough for him after the accident, and you worried about him. It was painful seeing him suffer.  You made sure he knew he could always come to you if he needed someone to talk to, a shoulder to cry on, or  just someone to hang out with. It started out as a friendship between you.  

You watched movies, cooked together, and sometimes just talked for hours.  Your house became another place for him to call home – somewhere without judgment or his mother’s constant badgering.  You started keeping your fridge stocked with his favorite brand of chocolate milk and even tried to learn how to make custard.  Your heart always fluttered around him, and you felt like he might feel it too, but knowing he was okay was the most important thing to you, and you didn’t want to mess that up.  

Eventually though, having spent a lot of time alone together, the inevitable happened.  Soon you were cuddled up together watching movies: first on the sofa, then in your bed.  You kissed and explored each other, and things became intimate.   It feels so right with Corey, like you’re two parts of the same person.  Like you belong together.  

You enjoy being his refuge.  You enjoy the company, too, since you live alone.  He comes over most nights now. When he’s not there, you miss him.  You get the feeling you'd see a lot more of him if it weren't for his mother. 

-

Today, on your way home, you saw Corey get bullied, and it broke your heart.  He has bullies of all ages.  Sometimes it’s adults, sometimes it’s kids who are still in school.  He can’t catch a break.  When you saw him on the side of the road today, dejected, walking his bike, head held low, trying not to make eye contact with anyone as a group of teenagers jeered at him, you knew you wanted to do something special for him. You offered him a ride, but he got back on his bike and said he’d come over later.

When Corey gets to your place, his posture is still dejected, and he’s got an oversized trucker jacket over a cable knit sweater and jeans.  None of it fools you -  there’s a hard, husky body under there and a guy who loves to please.  You always get excited when you see him.  You watch his big hands on the handlebars as he parks his bicycle on your front porch.  You want his hands all over you, but you’ve already decided today isn’t about you.  It’s about making him feel special.  

He perks up a little as he approaches you.  You invite him in with a sweet kiss, your hands around his brawny neck. He smiles against your mouth and it feels like heaven. Even after a day like today, he can’t help but smile.  

You grab him a chocolate milk and cozy up on the couch with your feet folded under you and your knees against Corey’s leg.  He rests a massive hand on your knee and you ask him about his day.  You don’t want to tell him you saw the incident, but you hope he’s comfortable telling you if he wants to talk about it.  He says, “You know, I don’t know what people want sometimes.  I don’t know why they don’t move on.”  He sounds defeated.  

You say, “I know hun,” and rub his back. You listen until he doesn't want to talk about it anymore.  Then you say, “Hey, I’m kinda cold.” 

He starts to take off his jacket to give to you - such a sweetheart.  You love to watch his thick arms emerge from a jacket.  You don’t put it on, though.  “Wanna go upstairs? It’s warmer”

“Wherever you want.  I just wanna be with you,” he says, and you interlace your fingers with his and lead him upstairs.

"See? It's almost too warm up here," you say and he agrees. 

He takes off his shoes and you pile some pillows up on your bed.  You lie back on the pillows and spread your legs with your knees up.  You pat the bed between your legs to show him his seat.   “I’m the big spoon today,” you say. He smiles shyly and pushes up his glasses. 

“K,” he says. “You can be whatever spoon you want.  I’m lucky to even be in the same drawer." He smiles cheesily.

"Oh my god," you laugh. His shy smile makes you glow.  "Get over here." You pull off your jeans.  

He lays back in between your legs with his jeans still on, at first. "Yeah, it's warm up here," he says as he scoots forward and his hands go to his belt. The sound of the leather belt sliding out of his jeans has a pavlovian effect.  Between that and his ass flexing as he takes them off, your underwear moistens. 

He leaves his boxer briefs on and scoots back into you.  Your legs spread wider to make room.  It’s a pleasant stretch for your inner thighs.  His vast torso more than covers yours and you enjoy his weight against you as he leans back.  Corey's back drives you mad.  You long to see his rippling muscles, but today it's enough to have his cozy sweater against you.  

His curly head is leaned against one side of your face, and his hair smells clean.  His sweater smells like a combination of musk, motor oil, and a hint of aftershave.  You inhale his masculinity.  It’s your favorite smell in the world.  Your core is hot with affection and desire. 

You stroke his imposing arms gently through his sweater and he begins to relax more.  You rest your chin on his shoulder, leaning your head against his hardy neck and jaw.   You behold his sturdy thighs bulging out from under his boxer briefs, fading from white to tan.  You slip your hands under his arms and hug his very solid torso. 

Your hands migrate down to his hefty thighs. As you stroke both his thighs, he moans lightly and cranes his head to smell and kiss your neck.  Your lips meet his for a soft kiss.  Your hand slides up his thigh to his groin, lightly massaging his paler, more sensitive skin and feeling fine, curly hair under your fingers.  

His boxer briefs swell, and he adjusts them.  “Why don’t you take those off?” you say.

“Are you sure?” he asks.  He knows you're sure, but he’s always a gentleman.  

“Please”  He removes his boxer briefs so he’s naked from the waist down but still wearing his sweater, black socks, and brown, plastic-framed glasses. Your heart is pounding.   

Before he settles back into you, he pauses and says “Yours?” with a hopeful smirk.  

You smile and pull off your own underwear.  You watch his member over his shoulder. satisfaction is visible as he nestles back between your legs.   You’re throbbing and wonder if he’ll be able to feel your wetness.  With Corey’s expansive back against you, and his curly head in the crook of your neck, you look down over his shoulder and admire his thick manhood against his lower abs.  Everything about him is so meaty. Sometimes it seems like you’re the only one who knows.  He’s a delicious buffet of man, and he’s all yours.  

He adjusts his hardening package as though to acknowledge the elephant in the room.  You say “Allow me. Just sit back and relax."  You hook your legs over his then let yours fall outward a little, spreading his thighs and keeping them open.  Below his thickening member, you can see his balls, and just barely, a bit of his ass. 

First, you hold his warm shaft in your hand and just enjoy the feeling of it growing against you.  You whisper “God I love your cock,” and it swells against your palm.  There’s never been a truer statement, either.  You're very wet, but you'll have to take care of it later.   He puts his lips to your neck, then your mouth.  Your lips meet his hungrily, and your tongues greet each other.  You kiss his neck and tell him, "You can watch." 

He looks you in the eye through his glasses and smiles shyly.  He stops craning his neck and dutifully watches your hand on his cock.  His breath is slow, and he’s a little flushed.  You watch his chest rise and fall. He adjusts his glasses.  He puts his hands on your knees, and massages your thighs.  

Now he’s rock hard and some pre-cum is pearling.  You collect it with your thumb and swirl it around his cock-head as lube as you begin to lightly stroke him.  You’re getting so wet.  You reach between you to your wetness to supply some more lubricant.  He groans as you bring your glistening hand to his cock.  

You gently massage the tip of his cock in short short strokes, moving your fingers over the ledge of the head and back.  His breath grows heavier.  You close your hand at the top and palm the tip.  He whines. Then you curl your thumb and all your fingers around him and gently stroke the shaft.  Your stroke grows a little firmer and his mouth opens.  He closes his eyes in pleasure for a moment, then watches again.

Corey’s hips begin lifting gently, rhythmically, while keeping his legs butterflied with your legs between his.  It’s a soft, slow thrust into your grip.  His knees dip toward the bed each time. You tell him he can just sit back and relax, but he can’t stop his hips moving, at least ever so slightly. 

“You’re so hot,” he says.  He reaches both his huge hands behind you, palms  up, and slides them under your butt.  Each cheek is engulfed by a massive palm.  His meaty fingers squeeze you.  He sighs “Ahh, you feel so good.” 

You stroke the entire length of his cock from the base of the shaft to the tip of the head.  It’s a stretch to reach both your arms around him at once, but you use your other hand to cup his balls as you continue stroking while he continues to thrust gently and relatively slowly.  It’s so hot that he can’t help it.  His cock is so hard.  He brings his hands out from under you and back to your thighs, and you let go of his balls.  His enormous hands look so hot on your thighs. 

God, the width of his fingers.  He massages your thighs as his pelvis keeps moving, his knees dipping toward the bed.  You keep stroking him and bring your other hand under his sweater and undershirt to caress a nipple, which hardens instantly. Yours do, too.  His breath becomes ragged, and you’re throbbing down there.  You find yourself trying to grind into his ass. 

“I want you,” he breathes. “But I dunno if we have time.”  He’s getting close.  

“Later,” you say, and kiss his neck.  That was the answer he needed to stop holding back. He thrusts a little stronger into your hand.  He turns his head to kiss and suck at your throat.  He breathes hotly against your neck, then turns his head again to watch what you’re doing to him.   

A bit more pre-cum seeps from his cockhead.  You slide your hand from his nipple to his lower torso to pull his sweater out of the way.   With your thumb hooked outside the sweater to keep it lifted, you flatten your fingers together and feel his lower abdomen.  You can feel how hard and muscular he is. He moans, “Oh, God.”

He grips your thighs and his pelvis jerks upward.  A milky rope shoots out several inches into the air in slow motion.  You continue stroking for a moment longer, with a light touch. The next rope gushes out more like molten lava.  You hold your hand still.  Two more spurts and his body relaxes.

The feeling of his dead weight against you is like the strongest, most effortless hug. You shift just slightly so you can breathe, but most of his weight is still on you.  Emptying his cock into your hand really turned you on.  You’re twitching, but what’s more important to you is that Corey seems happy and relaxed, and you want to savor this moment. “That was amazing,” he says.  “I don’t deserve you.”  

“Don’t say that,” you remind him.  “You do.  We deserve each other, in the best way.”  

You lie there together and he looks so vulnerable nude from the waist down.  You feel grateful that he opens up to you the way he does. It’s a special feeling to be his safe place.  You clean up with a tissue and pull a blanket over you both.  You wrap your arms under his, around his torso.  He nuzzles his curly hair back into you and takes your hands - they feel so small and safe in his. 

Eventually, he turns over so he’s face-down half on top of you, and one of his legs is between yours. He presses his perfect nose and lips into your neck.  Then he looks you in the eyes and kisses your lips sweetly, almost appreciatively.  He puts his head on your shoulder.  His thigh is in a perfect position for your own needs, but your lovey-dovey hormones win over your “fuck me fuck me” ones, for the moment. You doze off together.   

When the sun sets through the window, you stir half-awake.  You’re in almost the same position you fell asleep in.  You must have dreamt about fucking him, because your whole body aches to be filled with his.  Your skin is humming.  Even your nose and the space between your eyes. You gently grind yourself into his hip bone and find you’re already close to coming.  You rub yourself against his hot, sturdy body, hoping not to wake him or break out of your own horny, hypnagogic state.  

He begins to stir, and his hip and thigh press further into you.  You pulsate your hips quickly but gently and your breath hitches as you reach your climax.  Pleasure shoots through your core.  Your whole body tenses, you ride several waves, and you audibly sigh.  His curls and nose move against you.  He turns his face up toward yours, looks at you with sleepy, watery eyes, and shyly smiles.  He hugs you tight and you hope he never lets go.  

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More of my Corey Cunningham Smut

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[wishing-stones]

ahdifejbd you know I always get so stressed sending requests for meme things cause I’m always 10000000000% convinced that I’m going to be the 38th jerk to ask the exact same thing SO I am sending two letters that I think would be interesting ONLY because I am giving you the option to Choose One - NOT because I am asking you to write both!

I think Dream with B or C could be interesting in different ways!

B. Under cover of darkness. (Sunshine Boi Bein’ Sneaky sounds fun as heck. What kind of circumstances would require for him to do a sneak in the dark?)

C. A moment’s respite. (What do *you* imagine a moment of rest would look like for the guy who’s chronically Duty Bound to literally the whole multiverse?)

Again - pls pick *one* that suits your fancy OR one that hasn’t been picked already if someone else beat me to the punch lol. Happy Turkey Weekend, Friend! And pls take your time over the holiday weekend! Don’t overwork yourself!!!

Hahahaha, I think I'll go with C for him since I did B for Baggs already. Space out my same-prompts some.

I'll pick one later for myself once I've answered the bulk of these

C. A moment’s respite.

He's thankful for his little corner of the multiverse. He owed Ink a lot for helping him claim it and bring it to life.

The little cottage, perpetually bathed in the warm light of golden hour, is the perfect little place for him. He has enough spare rooms to house a few people, and his two best friends have their own spaces as well.

He has his gardens, his orchard, and his small stable with a single cow.

It was nice to be able to have such a comfortable home to return to. One that didn't remind him of his past failures, one that didn't reek of sorrow and death and anger. One where he could enjoy the warmth on his bones and the peace of birdsong and crickets.

As much as he liked to keep busy here by gardening or by general upkeep...

Today he was taking time to lay on one of the golden hills in the soft grass, listening to the wind quietly hush over the blades and petals of wildflowers. He was kicked back with his sockets closed, skirting towards the edge of sleep, completely at ease.

He'd been all but bullied into taking a day off-- no duty to the multiverse, no busywork in the garden-- they would take care of that-- and no worrying about anything. He'd started the day off with a long soak in his favorite bubbles and oils, and followed it up with reading beneath the largest apple tree in his orchard. Now, he was contemplating a nap in the sun, reminded of simpler times when such days of leisure were common.

It was only slightly painful to think about them, and to lack his brother to enjoy such a moment with.

... Perhaps Nightmare was similarly enjoying a day off. Stars knew that he had luxury in spades in his dark, imposing fortress. Grand marble baths, gilded chaises, massive hearths and wine aplenty.

Wine did sound appealing. Maybe he'd break a bottle of blush open later, at dinner.

It was the one thing he'd managed to negotiate with his friends-- he would be the one to make dinner for them all. Ink could create very fine foods from thin air, and Blue... was not as bad as he used to be.. but Dream took a special pleasure in cooking things from scratch. It was as relaxing to him as laying here, beneath the sun was.

He didn't know what time it was, nor did he really care. He could afford not to today.

He was fortunate to have such good friends. Perhaps his brother was similarly fortunate-- he could afford to take a day of leisure with his underlings handling whatever serious issues might crop up.

He hoped.

The one thing that would put the cherry on the top of the day would be the knowledge that Nightmare had similarly taken a day for himself. Perhaps Killer could harass him away from his perpetual mountain of paperwork. Maybe Dust could ensure he took time to relax. Cross could remind him of the many luxuries the castle had to offer, and Axe, naturally, handled all the food.

His phone was on silent today, but he retrieved it momentarily to contact Cross, texting him to maybe, gently, get him to take the day off.

[Cross] Don't worry about it, Killer has it handled. I think he's soaking in that huge spa bath he has right now.

With a content sigh, Dream pocketed his phone and curled up on the plush grass, tipping his circlet partially off of his head and drifting off into a well-earned, completely content nap.

#k answers #k headcanons #fic nonsense #minific asks #feat. dream #and mentioning literally everyone else lmfao I'm not gonna tag them because no one has speaking roles really.

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Set Me Free Part 8/15

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+18

Ruben and Carla have grown apart. With Rubens career taking off he leaves Portugal to live the life of his dreams, breaking Carla's heart doing so. Years later, upon his return home, Ruben learns that Carla has moved on, happily engaged to another man, but not any man, Ruben's childhood bully João Mendes.

Enjoy!

Ruben ran around the local stadium. He stopped counting how many laps he had done once his smartwatch died. After running he made his way onto the football pitch, a ball at his feet. He moved fast, trying to keep control of the ball. Defending was his job and Ruben was set to not let anybody through, that started with knowing how to keep the ball at his feet no matter what.

He wasn't good enough, not yet. Years of training and Ruben was still not good enough. He certainly hadn't been good enough to keep the love of his life. How could he expect to be good enough for his team? The European championship was due this summer and Ruben had a long way to go. He had to work harder.

His family had left him for the day. Ruben's mother in particular, couldn't stand it when he got like this. His behavior was compulsive. Instead of expressing his emotions, Ruben would head to the gym and push his body to its limits. His family worried about him, but never knew how to reach him. They saw him as a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode from all the pent-up anger and stress. However, it's what made him the man he is today. That and other things.

"Hello, anybody home?"

"In here!" Ruben shouted.

He stood in the kitchen preparing his post-workout shake whilst waiting for the sauna to heat up. Emerging footsteps were heard out on the patio, followed by a sun kissed Santina popping her head through the glass doors.

"I thought that was you running up and down the street." She smiled. "Are you training for a marathon or something?"

Ruben shrugged his shoulders and took a swing of his shake. "I'm just trying to stay in shape." He said.

"You, stay in shape?" Santina invited herself in, her eyes wandering shamelessly to the pecks of Ruben's sweaty muscles as he stood shirtless before her. "Come on Ruben, you're built like a sculpture, what more do you want?"

He chuckled.

"I bet you can't do pilates though. I'm good for a spread eagle now that the studio in my house is fully renovated."

"A spread eagle?" Ruben frowned.

Santina glared at him seductively. "I'd show you how I do it but...."

"But?"

"But Carla is my friend so...."

Ruben flinched at the name. A grimace that did not go unnoticed by Santina.

"I saw you talking to her at the party." She said, resting her elbows on the kitchen Island and grinning when Ruben's eyes shamelessly diverged to her ass. "You left kind of early after that."

"Yeah, I was not...." Ruben scratched the back of his head, his gaze returning to hers. "I guess you can say I suddenly felt sick to my stomach." And he still felt sick. Not even the aching pain from working out so hard could mend what he felt inside. The fact that Carla wanted nothing to do with him was simply killing him from the inside out.

Ruben cleared his throat. "Was there anything you needed?"

Santina perked up. "No, not really."

With Ruben's success he had moved his family into a gated community. Santina had become their new neighbor as she lived down the street in the home that her family left her in their will.

"Alright, well I'm about to head into the sauna." He pointed.

"Cool. Mind if I join?"

It wasn't a question. Santina pushed off the kitchen Island and strutted down the hallway, peeling off the laces to her top as she did.

Ruben sighed but bent down to pick up the trail of her clothes, neatly folding them and placing them on the bathroom sink. The glass doors to the sauna were foggy, with Santina hiding inside of it. Ruben stepped out of his shorts and boxers before opening the door, welcoming the heat.

"What took you so long?"

Santina sat with her knees to her chin, head leaning back against the wall. She sat up as Ruben stepped up to her, his hand reaching to her lips.

"No talking during."

She smiled, "As you wish."

Ruben's hand went to the back of her neck, aligning her head with his erect cock. Santina's eyes widened at the sight of it, already pulsating in his hand.

She obeyed his wishes by not talking during, however Ruben imagined it hard for her to do anything with his dick in her mouth.

She squinted her eyes, tears running down the side of her face as he fucked her mouth, making her gag as he did.

"Good girl." He grunted.

Santina was no quitter either, swallowing his seed with the audacity to look up at him and smile as it went down her throat.

She had a hot body, no doubt about that. However Ruben was afraid that he would go soft seeing her face. There was nothing peculiar about her face, it just didn't belong to the woman that he loved. Nevertheless, Santina didn't mind getting fucked from behind, something told Ruben that she preferred it. She arched her back with his every stroke, gripping the wood and moaning like a maniac as he knocked his hips against hers. She had him coming within seconds. It would be embarrassing, however Ruben couldn't care less.

"We're done here." He said, falling back against the wood.

Santina nodded and made her way out of the sauna, letting out some of the fog. Ruben sat with his legs spread and glistening sweat dripping down his torso. He was still hard, so hard. Nothing did it for him these days. No other woman could satisfy him anymore. He was being a tad dramatic, but if Carla didn't want him Ruben would quit women altogether. He needed to focus on football anyway and now he could do that without looking back.

The wood burned his back as he slumped down against it. Ruben groand as he grabbed his dick, squeezing it in the palm of his hand. He stroked it slowly up and down, trying to picture her face behind his closed eyelids. "Carla." He moaned. Along with upping the tempo of the stroking of his cock. His biceps clenched, already tired from his workout earlier. He pushed through, biting down on his lip as he did.

Her name escaped his lips when he came.

He felt pathetic.

Ruben felt pathetic and disgusting. He was careless too, having fucked Santina without a condom. But who knows, maybe she could have his baby? Ruben wanted nothing more than a family of his own. But if it wasn't with Carla perhaps it was never meant to be.

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[hiaon]

Just a little bit of spicy

Disclaimer: None☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･

Soo somehow you we're back in time and here at the bus station because you have nowhere to go and it's raining a lot. Okay so, let's start back at the where this whole thing began.

30 minutes ago

You we're just hanging out with your boyfriend, Allen. You we're with him for about 3 months now and it was doing great! But then he confessed something.

"(Y/N), I have to tell you something.." Allen told you while holding your hand, it kinda worried you a little bit.

"Uh.. Sure what is it.?"

"I want to tell you on how I knew I liked you. I was in love with you for quite a while before I confessed to you 3 months ago.." You we're quite relief that he said that. You though he was about to break up with you.

"Okayy, go on." You said

"I realized that I was in love with you when it was pouring rain and that dude was with you." He said and you we're confused.

Then you realized.

"Ohh that guy! To be honest with you he was my inspiration of losing weight, without him I won't be able to be as skinny today- wait, you we're in love with me for 3 years!?" You we're shocked. He even like you at the most insecure that you have ever been. That was honestly very very sweet of him..

".. Don't mention that guy, did you know what he did when he was talking to you??" He said and which made curious of course.

"What did he do?" You didn't really have any kind of feeling for him, it didn't feel right. Besides he was just giving him advice that made him really like he was himself at that moment.

"He side eyed me and stuck his tongue out. That really made my blood boil." That kinda makes you wanna laugh, that was so cute of him to get jealous to such a childish action.

"Your really funny sometimes pft-" You started laughing. He turned red a bit, but he was glad that he was made you laugh.

"Oh! Wait a moment, I'll be back I need to get something" You said while waving to him.

Wait, you didn't know what you we're doing, as if your body moved in your own. Moments later your head started to ache and when you blinked you suddenly woke up in another place.

And ironicly it started raining you ran quickly to a bus stop and there was a guy there, and the bus stop looked weird. Looks out dated. So you got the courage to ask the guy what day it was because you forget a lot of those things sometimes..

"Uhm.. Excuse me, but uh what day is it?"

"it's Nov 14, 2020.." the guy seems shy so he didn't respond in a high like voice.

"oh." He just realized he went back in time. Wait, what.. HOW IS THAT EVEN IMPOSSIBLE!!?? Yes, he was freaking out. How can he get back at his own time???

He looked at the man, and noticed like only now. IT WAS HIM IN THE PAST. It was freaky

Also he just realized that the guy that he was his inspiration was himself.. well, we love self admiration!.

"So.. How's life?" That was embarrassing, but that was probably the first thing that he said to his past self. He remembered that he was really nervous at that time, so he had to say something that will calm himSELF down.

"It's okay if you don't respond, I get it." One thing that he couldn't stand about himself was he was a people pleaser. He always wanted the other person to get what they want even if they are talking to a stranger.

"It's.. okay." His past self told him, it wasn't convincing at all. He looked like he was just crying, and he exactly knew what it was. After all he experienced the same thing.

"Don't mind them, you are you. Who are they to talk crap about you? Practically nobody in my opinion." He was crying because he was being bullied again. He looked at his past self, he must admit he did look quite pitiful.

After a few minutes his past self started bawling, he did feel sorry for himself. It's so much sadder when you know what someones been through. But he had to put up an act.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you cry.." He didn't mean it really, but it's fine to cry once a while.

"Is it okay for me to hug you..?" His past self wasn't really thinking of stranger danger at the time because of him emotions being everywhere right now. So he let him.

He just hugged him for 10 seconds and saw his boyfriend! I mean, his past boyfriend. Wait a moment, was this the part where he got jealous???

Oh my goodness, this is so precious. He was jealous of his future boyfriend hugging his crush. That is so cute. He was smile on how cute his boyfriend was, oh! And he remembered that the *guy*— which was him stuck his tongue out.

He stuck his tongue out to seem like he was talking his crush from him, but it was his crush but in the future. Allen widen his eyes seems to be angry of his future boyfriend, mannequins but he doesn't know yet.

I mean, who wouldn't?? Seeing your 'boyfriend' (yes your bf is delusional) hugging someone while the guy is making fun of you, seemingly stole your 'boyfriend' away from you. He was fuming.

You stopped with your shenanigans, and stopped hugging your past self.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go. I hope we see each other in the future though!" You said goodbye to your past self while walking away from the bus station and getting wet in the process because it was still raining.

"Goodbye, and thank you.." Your past self murmured still looking at his future self leaving.

"Who was that guy?" Allen spoke to you.

"Uhm.. It was just a stranger.." You said, Allen was your only friend in the school.

"A stranger!? Do you know how dangerous it could have been!? What if it was a creep??" Allen was mad. It was going to be a long day for your past self.

Meanwhile back to you.

The rain is almost over and you started to faint again.

You woke up in your bed, and Allen looked worried.

"Finally.. you're awake." You remembered the things that happened earlier, and you started chuckling.

"Uhhh, what's funny?" Allen asked you.

"Nothingg I just dreamt of something that all!" You told Allen knowing that it wasn't a dream.

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