#and other than that it’s just light teasing

[s0dium]

Douchebag

A/n: This is honestly the BEST fic I've ever written! I took a lot from prompts I found on this site and the smut scene is inspired from a book called "The Kiss Quotient." (It was just so damn good). This fanfic is also inspired by my original fanfic, "Douchebag" Tengen x Reader. ALSO, I AM WORKING ON YUTA FICS, SO DON'T WORRY! Word count: 3.5k

Synopsis: Gojo Satrou was a man of many things. It would be hard to find anyone in the jujutsu world who hadn’t heard of his name before, whether that be through his many wins in battle or his reputation as an A-class player. Some describe him as eccentric, and others (mostly girls) describe him as irresistible. You? Well, you on the other hand would describe him as nothing else than an utter, complete,  douchebag. Warnings: Enemies to lovers,  teasing, fingering, intense kissing for a sec, squirting, use of pet names, belly bulge, cervix fucking, breeding kink, virgin!reader, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, choking ~

You scoffed, watching through the classroom window as a clearly frustrated old man stormed out of the building, no doubt a higher up. No doubt the work of Gojo Satoru. "God I hate him." You hissed, turning to face a dozing-off Shoko and your other friend Haibara. The classroom you sat in was almost empty, bathed in the soft light of midday filtering through large windows. Sparse shadows stretch across the well-worn wooden floor. Rows of desks, mostly unoccupied, face a dusty chalkboard at the front. "Who Satoru?" Shoko yawned, leaning into the palm of her hand to face you. Haibara lets out a loud chuckle. "Why? Because he's an ass to higher-ups?" He nods to the window and you click your tongue against the rough of your mouth. "No, it's because he is an ass in general. His whole 'holier than thou' attitude, and don't get me started on the way he treats girls." You practically shiver as you remember the time you saw some poor girl from Kyoto Jujutsu High profess her love to the white hair man, only to run away sobbing. "I swear to god it's like he expects us to kiss the floor that he walks on, he's.... infuriating" "Who's infuriating?" Oh god, you knew that stupidly deep voice anywhere. You whipped around to find yourself face to face with the very tall white-haired man you were talking about; a shit-eating grin spread across his infuriatingly handsome face.

“You couldn't be talking about me, could you?” Satoru's voice dripped faux shock and you rolled your eyes.

“Well you know what they say, speak of the devil and he shall appear.” You spat.

“That must be why you love using that pretty mouth of yours to talk about me so much.” Satoru lowered himself to close the provoking height difference between the two of you until your noses were inches away from touching. “Cause ya love having me around  doncha.”

In that moment you have to conjure up every ounce of self-restraint to not spit in his face there and then, and luckily your friends catch the drift. "Hey Satoru! What are you doing here?" Perked up Haibara who reached out his hand to dap Gojo up. "Well, Suguru and I are heading for a night out today, small club, and I thought, out of the kindness of my heart," You scoff and Gojo merely grins and continues, "I'd invite you all. Drink on me of course." As Satrou's invitation lingered in the air, you noticed Shoko's ears perk up. Her curiosity was piqued, a subtle lift of her eyebrows betraying her interest. You bit your tongue, the taste of reluctance sharp against your teeth. The idea of going anywhere with Satrou was far from appealing, but knowing your friends might join made it harder to outright refuse.

You crossed your arms defensively, leaning back slightly as you fixed Satrou with a skeptical look. "And why would you want me there?"

Satrou's lips curled into a half-smirk, his eyes lighting up with a mischievous glint."You're annoying, I'll give you that," He took a casual step closer, and leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper, "but I never said you weren't fun."

His words, intended to irk you, did their job well. You glared at him sharply, the frustration evident in your furrowed brows and the hard set of your jaw.

Satrou chuckled.

“Great, I’ll take that as a yes then, I'll text you guys the details.” He turns around to walk out of the classroom. “See you guys there!”

There was a silence as you all watched Satrou walk away before Haibara turns to look at you. “So are you going to go y/n? Come on it will be so much fun!”

“Yeah no way in hell.”

~ You were a liar. You were a liar because here you were, leaning over the counter of a bar in a club that was far from "small." The nightclub was a pulsing, chaotic hive of activity. Neon lights flashed in syncopation with the deafening throb of electronic dance music that shook the very air. The club was jam-packed with bodies moving rhythmically, the heat from the mass of humanity palpable as the scent of sweat and sweet perfumes mingled. The bar surface was sticky under your arms, and the occasional spill from a too-hastily poured drink added to the chaos of sounds and smells around you. You lazily stirred the thin red straw into your drink, trying to politely ignore the creep who wouldn't stop talking to you.

Somehow, in the maze of gyrating bodies and blinding strobe lights, you had lost both Shoko and Haibara, leaving you stranded at the mercy of this clueless conversationalist. Despite the roar of bass and the chatter of dozens of conversations, his words seemed to bore into your ears, relentless and unyielding. He leaned in closer than necessary, trying to make himself heard over the club's cacophony, not realizing or perhaps not caring, that you were more interested in plotting an escape than in anything he had to say. "And might I say you look gorgeous tonight." It took everything you had not to scoff at this creep's words, but before you should shut the man down, you felt an arm wrap around you. "Everything alright love?" Oh god. You knew that voice anywhere. As you turned, you were met by Satrou's piercing blue eyes, their color vivid even behind stylish rectangular sunglasses. The multicolor flashing lights overhead caught in the threads of Satrou’s light blue button-up, making it shimmer subtly, and the fabric clung just right to his broad shoulders and tapered waist, hinting at the well-defined physique beneath. You hated the fact that your brain immediately noted how damn good he looked. His arm was wrapped around your waist drawing you close and you had to bite your tongue from frowning at the pet name he had given you As he leaned in, his voice was low, a soft murmur over the noise of the club, "This guy bothering you baby?" His tone was teasing, and you could detect the challenge in it, as if daring you to admit that his closeness and pet names affected you just as much as he knew it did. "Of course I'm fine baby!" You smile brightly and for a second you think Satrou looked a bit taken aback. If playing along got you out of this situation so be it. "This guy, I'm sorry, what's your name?" You glance back at the creep who had turned bright red. "I'm sorry, excuse me." You watched as the man disappeared into the throng of the bustling crowd, your attention fixed until he was well out of sight. Only then did you turn back to Satrou, the false warmth on your face instantly transforming into a cold, hard glare.

"Thanks for that, but you can get your hand off me now," you said, your voice icy as you tried to wriggle out of his hold. Despite your efforts, Satrou’s grip on your waist remained firm, unyielding.

"And why should I? I think we made a fantastic couple," Satrou cooed, a teasing lilt in his voice. His eyes sparkled with amusement, clearly enjoying the moment far more than you.

You rolled your eyes, exasperation seeping through. "You really think I would fall for something like that?"

"Why? Did you?" he probed further, his smile widening, eyes searching yours for any sign of genuine affect. Anger started to boil up inside you as your attempts to escape his grasp remained futile.

"I don't think you understand the dynamic here very well, Satoru," you began, your voice low and deliberate, each word punctuated for emphasis. You stepped closer, invading his space as much as he had invaded yours, your eyes never leaving his. "Let me make this crystal clear, I'm not someone you can just fucking conquer, and I'm certainly not one of those girls who's gonna kiss the ground you walk on with your whole 'I'm the strongest' act," you seethed.

Your face was mere inches from his now, your breath mingling, the tension palpable. "Because I know what you really are, Satrou," you hissed, the anger in your voice barely contained. "You're a fucking douche bag." "Oh? Is that so."

Satrou's expression shifted subtly, the amusement fading into something more measured, more cautious. He studied you for a moment and you took the chance to wiggle out of his grasp and make your way through the crowd on the dance floor toward the door. The beat of the music pounds in your ears and throughout your body making your synapses jump like beans in a tin can. You can barely see the floor, only flashes of bodies you frantically tried to push past. Before you can make it to the back door, a hand grips your wrist tightly enough to halt your forward rush. Above the din of the pulsating music and amidst the strobe-lit shadows of dancing figures, Satoru's face comes into view. You feel your breath catch in your throat. God his is beautiful. Strobe lights catch and accent every one of his sharp features alighting them in a multicolor color hue. He pulls your wrist to him so you're close, too close. You can smell the old spice shampoo from his hair mixed in with some sort of sweet cologne. It's a smell that makes you want to bury your nose into him over and over again. "Jesus fucking Christ y/n" he breathed his eyes searching yours. "How long are we going to keep this thing of ours going?" You furrowed your eyebrows. “Our thing? What thing?”

“The thing where we act like we hate each other but actually want to fuck the brains out of each other.” Your eyes widen and you feel your face grow deathly hot. You try to step back, get some space, some room to breathe, but the hand on your wrist keeps you from doing so

“I-fuck you” the words come out of your mouth more soft and meager than you intended to, and you find yourself locked into his blue gaze.

“Believe me, I've thought about it.” His voice is low, and his face isn't painted with a shit-eating grin like it so usually is, he's serious and his eyes are soft. Fuck it. You can no longer hear the lyrics to whatever song was playing, only a soft dull hum of the beat in your ears. Immediately your lips are on his. The kiss is frantic, hot, messy. The club's pulse thrummed through you like a second heartbeat, the noise and chaos all but forgotten in the singular focus of his presence. You could feel one of his large hands on the small of your back, drawing you in until there was no space left between the both of you. Your mouths clashed against each other as if you were both seeking something vital, something long-denied. Satoru's lips were insistent against yours, moving with a fervor that matched the pounding bass surrounding you. You whined as his tongue slipped into your mouth, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the firm press of his chest against yours. The scent of his cologne mixed with the smoky air around us, intoxicating and heady.

Your mouths separated with a soft pop, and Satoru is grinning while you're left dazed, breath heavy and chests rising and falling after it. "How bout you say we get out of here Princess."Gojo's voice was a low murmur, his breath warm against your ear as you broke from the intense kiss.

Before you could even respond, a dizzying rush enveloped you. The loud club vanished in an instant, replaced by the quiet, dimly lit ambiance of his bedroom. You were suddenly on his bed, the soft duvet beneath you a stark contrast to the hard dance floor we'd just left. Right, he can teleport. You forgot about that. Wait was he... where are you going to... Before you can get a word in, he’s once again engulfing your lips with his and pulling you into a feverish kiss in which the two of you can’t seem to get enough of each other. The moment one pulls away to breathe, the other is immediately searching for their lips again; intertwining tongues and teeth clashing together recklessly.

Your hot, everything is hot, your body is burning up by the second and there’s a sickly sweet feeling in your stomach that keeps on expanding as time passes. You whine into his mouth when you feel a hand slip under your skirt and lightly trace the outline of your slit with his index finger. You're painfully wet; your arousal has made a large spot on your underwear translucent. “Just touch me,’ you whined, arching impatiently against his hand. He couldn’t make either of you wait any longer. Slowly, he brought his middle finger down and slid it gently over her folds. You threw your head back. "Ahhhh, more please." He did it again, this time his fingertip slipping between and gathering your wetness. He parted you with two fingers. You let out a gasp when he hit your clit and started to rub it in small circles. You tried to say something, anything to explain how hot you were feeling right now, but your words were lost against his soft lips. The taste of him, the smell of him, the feel of him so close against you, skin to skin. Time and space had no meaning anymore. There was only you and Satrou.

“You feeling good baby? Satrou speaks slowly, breath on your neck and voice in your ear making you shiver. You bite your lip and nod like any words that came from you would ruin it. You almost wince when you feel two fingers slip into your tight hole. "Jesus, fuck. You gotta relax princesses." He chuckled, knowing far to well that the tightness was going to feel delicious around him. Two fingers worked into you, and your eyes rolled back into your head. He began a steady rhythm as his tongue nipped and sucked the tender skin of your neck. You couldn’t prevent her hips from rising to meet his thrusts. Oh God, you were riding his hand. That had to be bad. You told herself to stop. You couldn’t. Somehow, you found your hands tangled in his short white hair. Your body was coiled tighter, grasping at his fingers, so wet now you could hear the slippery sounds every time he drove back into you. "Hnghhh.... so good." You squeezed your eyes type, becoming focused on the tightening feeling of your core and the blossoming warm pleasure. Your legs started to tremble under the unbearable pleasure and your back arched against the bed as if your body was trying to escape the euphoric feeling that coursed through your skin. "That’s it, fuck, beautiful girl... such a natural submissive...." You want to tell him he's wrong, all this pleasure wasn't because of his egotistic ass, but it'd be a lie. And as if on command, all feelings come to a heightened crescendo; explosions of euphoria clouding your brain causing your toes to curl from pleasure and your body to shake like a leaf.

It takes a couple seconds after you calmed down to realize you squirted all over Satoru's hand and all blood rushes to your face turning you a bright red.

“Oh my god in so sorry I didn’t-”

Your voice dies out as you watch Satrou pull off his shirt, revealing his extremely built body and toned muscles, to wipe the liquid off his hand. You don’t even notice that he had pulled out his dick until you feel something pressing against your entrance, making you look down and your eyes widen as you do so. Your stomach inwardly twisted,  filled with the sickly excitement and your breathing started to quicken. "Shhhhh baby," Satoru cups your cheek and kisses your forehead. It was a sweet gesture despite everything happening right now, a gesture that made your heart swell and your mind yearn for Satoru. The stretch of his dick spreading your walls is insane. No amount of preparation could've prepared you for the length of Satoru's dick. You feel it heavy inside you and Satrou pushes into you until he can't push anymore, until his hips are flush against you and the tip of his length is smushed against your cervix. The pleasure of that alone felt numb, unbearable, you needed friction, you needed him to move. You practically faint when he first thrusts into you in earnest. It's euphoric; the curvature of his dick digging itself against your g-spot, scraping against your vaginal walls every time he backed his hips up. His cock pulsed inside of your silky walls, stretching you to the fullest capacity as he bottomed out again and again. "Oh fuck." Satrou groaned. He was no longer grinning, Satoru's playful resolves vanished and his smile quickly dropped. He knew you'd feel good, but he didn't expect how good you'd feel. The feeling of his hand he had fucked himself to the thought of you for so many nights was nothing compared to the real thing. It was too much, the feeling of your wet soft walls gripping him so tightly. How was he able to live without your pussy in the first place? The pleasure built rapidly, too potent, too insistent. He kneeled over you, a groan escaping his lips—a raw, primal sound that vibrated through the charged air between you. Satorus thrust your quick and hard, a clear display of strength and endurance he had gained from years of jujutsu training. "Been thinking about this, so long, bet you have to have ya~"

As Satrou's long, deliberate fingers encircle your neck, a thrilling chill races down your spine. He applies pressure gently at first, then with a firmer, insistent grip that gradually restricts your airflow, sending a wave of exhilaration through your senses. The world around you narrows, focusing intently on the point where his skin contacts yours, heightening every other sensation that courses through you. His other hand slips under your bra bra to grab and massage your breast, his thumb flicking over your nipples.

"Satoru..! Ahhhh..! I..I, fuckkkkk can't handle this.." You had no strength to answer him, only offering wanton moans in retort as he continued to wreck your body with his completely brutal thrusts. The pain of him hitting the tip of your cervix nearly every time mixed with his hand squeezing your throat it was just all too much.

Satoru. Satoru. Satoru

"Slow down.. please im gonna ahhhh~" Drool slipped passed your lips and you writhed and squirmed at the feeling of hot euphoria passed over your body in flesh arrow. "Gonna cum? Fuck baby, let's... let's come together m'kay?" Satrou almost stuttered. His body had kicked into autopilot, and a deep primal need for you settled in as he thrust in and out, creating a methodical rhythm that echoed in your ears. Your ankles lock around his lower back and you cry out when the head of his cock kisses your womb, your legs shaking as you feel yourself start to be thrown into an intense orgasm. You want to say something about the weird feeling in your stomach, how your skin is buzzing but it's all too much, and before you know it your tumbling toward the edge. It feels like your whole body was shot with electricity and color dances in your eyes as you float in ecstasy.

"Sh-Shit, shit, fuuuuck~" He chuckles into your ear, choking over his words as his hips sputter inside of you, hot cum fills you as much as you can hold inside of your stuffed cunny. Satoru doesn't pull out as you both come down from your high, instead watching you intently as you ride through the aftershocks of your orgasm. "Wanna do this again?" He chuckles.

"Fuck, yes, please."

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[stayteezdreams]

When they realize they have feelings for you + Confessions {TXT}

Headcanons: When they realize they have feelings for you + Confession Drabbles

Requested By: @thunderous-wolf

A/N: I added on the confessions part myself, hope you enjoyed!

Pairings: Soobin x Gn!Reader; Yeonjun x Gn!Reader; Beomgyu x Gn!Reader; Taehyun x Gn!Reader; Heuning Kai x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Simp!txt. Tickling and a kiss in Yeonjuns. Brief kiss in Kai's Kai's is also a bit angsty.

Total Words: 3.4k

Soobin:

When he was watching you sing.

You had gone out to a karaoke bar, and as you were up singing one of your favorite songs, Soobin was watching closely.

Soobin seemed to suddenly become more enthralled with you than he had ever been before.

His eyes couldn't leave your face, and your voice was all he could hear.

He wasn't paying attention to anything in the room apart from you and the heavy beating of his heart.

He missed Beomgyu spilling his drink on himself, and the way Yeonjun grinned teasingly from ear to ear as he saw Soobin's gaze on you.

You turned back with a smile as you were singing, and you made eye contact with him. He felt butterflies rampage through him as his face grew warm.

Soobin began to pay more attention to how his body reacted when he was around you.

How he would grow nervous when it was just the two of you, or when he would get excited when you arrived, how he would naturally gravitate towards you to be closer.

It became obvious he had developed a crush, but he wasn't sure how long it had really been developing.

But now that he was aware of it, he became a little less confident around you and a bit more shy.

You noticed, how could you not? Not to mention Yeonjun couldn't help but tease Soobin about it, something you overheard when you left the room one day.

Of course you had feelings for Soobin, but you were waiting for him to be more confident in his own feelings.

When he finally was, you were more than ready.

"Y/n"

You turned at the sound of Soobin's voice as he came out of his room, wet tousled hair and towel in hand.

"You're leaving?"

You nodded, "Yeah the other's were heading to bed, I didn't realize it had gotten late."

Soobin glanced at the clock and nodded. Swallowing, he looked back over at you as you slipped on your shoes. He felt annoyed at himself for taking so long in the shower, when he could have had more time with you instead.

"I'll walk you out."

You smiled softly and nodded as Soobin slid on his own shoes and followed you out of the apartment. As you walked towards the elevator, your arms brushed and you felt butterflies fill your stomach.

As the elevator doors shut Soobin suddenly looked over at you, "Are you free tomorrow?"

You blinked in surprise at the sudden question, noticing the nervous swallow Soobin expressed as his eyes darted nervously around your face.

You nodded, "Yeah, why?"

"Uhm...I was wondering if you'd want to go get lunch with me?"

You smiled and Soobin let out a soft breath at the sight. "Sure!"

"Really?"

You nodded happily and he realized you might not understand exactly what he wanted this lunch to be.

He nervously fiddled with the bottom of his shirt "Are you...okay with it being a date?"

Your heart jolted as you bit the inside of your lip lightly, trying to repress a grin as the elevator doors slid open.

You nodded softly as you began to exit the elevator, "I'd be disappointed if it wasn't"

He stared at you in light surprise as he slowly grinned, making you giggle softly.

As he followed you out of the elevator, he scratched the back of his neck, "Did Yeonjun say something to you?"

You hummed, "Yes, but, he didn't have too."

Soobin felt his ears burning as he chuckled, cringing at his own behavior. "I've been pretty obvious recently haven't I?"

You nodded as you chuckled, "Yes, but I'm glad you were, it's cute. And, it made me feel less inclined to hide my feelings."

His breath caught before he grinned at you. Reaching, over he ruffled your hair making you pull away with a giggle as you smacked lightly at his hand.

You grinned at each other for a moment before he looked shyly down at the ground.

"Then it's a date, yeah?"

You nodded, adoring the shy and cute side of Soobin, "Yeah, it's a date."

Yeonjun:

When you were laughing at him.

He had been making a fool of himself to lighten the mood.

And as you began giggling, he felt his grin grow wider.

And as your giggles turned into bubbly laughter, he felt his heart sing and suddenly it was like he was experiencing sunlight for the first time

He had heard you laugh a thousand times, but suddenly, it sounded so new, so different, so perfect.

Suddenly he wanted to do whatever he needed to make you smile and laugh as much as he could.

And if someone else made you smile and laugh? His chest ached with jealousy.

He wanted to bottle up your laughter so he could hear it whenever he wanted, keeping it all to himself.

But he knew that was impossible.

So, he made it part of his daily routine to see or make you smile and laugh at least once.

And anytime you were sad, or sick and couldn't muster a smile or laugh he felt heartbroken.

"Why are you staring at me?"

Yeonjun had a small frown on his face as he leaned his head on the back of the couch, his gaze directed at you.

You watched him silently, waiting for an answer.

He let out a soft sigh, "I'm trying to think of what to do to make you laugh again."

His words brought out a soft smile, but it wasn't enough for Yeonjun. It still held a sadness he wanted to get rid of.

Suddenly moving closer to you, Yeonjun rested his head on the couch again, his face now only a foot away as he gently poked your cheek.

"Not good enough."

You looked at him for a moment before letting out a soft sigh, "I'm just too tired Yeonjun."

He pouted as he recalled the story you had told him. Work was hard, sleep was nonexistent, and your mind never silent.

"I know." He scooted even closer and you felt your heartbeat race a little faster.

He stared into your eyes for a moment before he suddenly began tickling your sides.

You let out a surprised yelp before you started trying to push him away. Before you realized it, giggles were escaping you as Yeonjun grinned proudly.

Smacking his shoulder before pushing him away, your chuckles died down, but your grin remained.

"Okay okay, you made me laugh now stop!"

Reaching forward, he held your face in his hands as his eyes flicked around your face, hesitating on your lips.

"There it is. I missed it." Gently he brushed your cheek with his thumb, "I want to see your smile and hear your laugh every day okay?"

Your heart was beating heavily in your chest as you forgot to breathe.

"Why do you care so much?" You asked in a soft voice.

Yeonjun smile softly as he stared silently at you for a moment. Slowly, he leaned forward, watching you closely to make sure you wouldn't pull away.

You didn't move as his nose brushed yours, and your eyes fluttered closed when his lips pressed gently against yours.

The kiss was soft, and brief, but took what breath you had left away.

When he pulled away he spoke in a soft voice, "Do you understand now?"

Slowly you nodded, before a smile stretched across your face. Yeonjun's own smile brightened at the sight as he caressed your cheek. Vowing to himself that he would always be there to make you smile.

Beomgyu:

When he felt jealous.

You had many friends, male and female, and that had never bothered Beomgyu before.

But as he watched a guy he barely knew wrap his arm across your shoulder, he felt not only protective, but jealous.

Would you let him do that? Would you let him get that close if he tried?

And whats with the bright smile you were giving him? Did you like him? How? Why?

When he learned that you were just close friends, and that he had a partner already, Beomgyu felt relief like he had never felt before.

And that is when it really hit him just how much he had developed feelings for you.

Now he noticed everything you made him feel.

The butterflies when you smiled at him, the shallow breaths when he nervously walked beside you. The way his skin seemed to tingle wherever you touched him.

But the most obvious was the jealousy of anyone or anything taking your attention away from him.

Sometimes he felt childish about his feelings, but other times he knew it was just the desperation of wanting to be with you making itself known.

Beomgyu's chest tightened as he watched the boy smile and flirt with you. He was your friend but it was clear to anyone who had eyes that he was trying to be more.

You knew it as well, and as you tried to push his advances away by hinting that he was just your friend, you felt Beomgyu's eyes burning in the back of your head.

You had noticed Beomgyu's change recently. How he seemed to watch over you more, and how he seemed to grow jealous when your attention was somewhere else.

You hoped it meant that your feelings were now reciprocated, but you were to nervous to find out yourself. Luckily, Beomgyu would make it known himself.

The next awkward smile that graced your face was Beomgyu's breaking point. Rising, he walked over to you and the boy before tapping your shoulder.

As your eyes met his he saw a wave of relief wash over your face as you smiled at him. He gave you a soft smile as his heart pounded in his chest.

"Ready to go?"

He saw the confusion flicker in your eyes as you wondered what he meant.

Beomgyu looked over at your friend and smiled, "Sorry to interrupt, but we have a date."

You did well to hide your surprise as you realized Beomgyu was trying to save you from this awkward situation. You nodded at your friend confirming what Beomgyu said as you rose, "Yeah I'm ready!"

Saying goodbye to your friend you left with Beomgyu. Once away from other's you grinned over at him.

"Was it that obvious that I needed saving?"

Beomgyu laughed, "Only to me."

Your heart fluttered as you continued to walk, "Okay, but now what are we doing?"

He rose his brow, "What do you mean? We're going on a date."

You stumbled over your words for a second and Beomgyu repressed a giggle. "Like...an actual date?"

He nodded "Of course." His voice was soft, obviously nervous as he made his intentions known. "Do you not want to go on a date with me?"

You quickly shook your head, "No I do. I do."

He grinned as he slipped his hand into yours, shyly looking away.

You pressed your lips together tightly as you looked down at your intertwined hands. Cheekily leaning a bit loser to him you whispered, "You know, I realized recently, you're cute when you're jealous."

Beomgyu startled for a second before he began laughing, realizing he really hadn't been that subtle at all.

Taehyun:

When he missed you.

Taehyun had grown so used to you being around that when you were gone, he felt empty.

He looked for you everywhere, waiting for you to appear, waited for a text or call.

When he finally saw your name pop up on his phone screen, his excitement and relief were almost overwhelming.

The way his face would light up with excitement when you entered a room was obvious.

When the other's pointed it out and teased him, he really started to pay attention.

He realized just how much your presence effected him, and how much your absence hurt him.

How much just a little of your attention directed at him made his heart flutter.

Sometimes he felt like a dog waiting for it's owner to get home and he would laugh at himself.

But then you would show up with a bright smile and be happy to see him and he didn't care about anything else.

He had it bad, and he didn't mind at all.

What he did mind was that you didn't seem to notice just how tightly you had his wrapped around your finger.

Taehyun stared at your profile as you scrolled through your phone. He was impatiently waiting for you to pay enough attention to him so he could suggest going out together but you seemed to engrossed with something else.

Without realizing, he let out a sigh loud enough to gain your attention. Seeing you look up at him with a raised brow, he froze.

"Whats wrong?"

Your sudden worry caused his heart to leap as he cleared his throat. "Nothing, just bored."

"Oh." You hummed, "Wanna go do something then?"

Taehyun's heart leapt again as excitement vibrated through him at the realization that you ended up being the one to suggest going out. He nodded happily and you grinned as you turned to face him.

"What do you want to do?"

"Anything." He said happily and you chuckled as you playfully glared at him.

"That's not helpful."

"I'd do anything with you." He felt a jolt of surprise as the words left his mouth involuntarily.

You looked surprised for half a second before you chuckled, "Even if I made you go grocery shopping with me?"

He paused for a second before his cheeks grew warm at the idea of doing something so domestic with you. He smiled softly as he nodded, the sincerity in his gaze causing your heart to skip a beat

You tried your best to ignore the heat rising up your neck, "But isn't that so boring?"

He hummed thoughtfully before he shook his head, "We could make it fun."

You let out a soft laugh in agreement, "Yeah, we could."

He stood up, "Lets go then!"

"Wha- no" you laughed. "I don't actually need to go grocery shopping it was just an example."

"Oh." Taehyun had a small pout and you felt your heart flutter.

"Do you...want to go grocery shopping?"

He thought for a second before nodding softly, "Now that you talked about it, I want to do it."

You bit the inside of your lips, "Alright, I'm sure I can think of things I need."

His smile slowly grew as you gave in.

"But, are you sure? We could go do something more, I don't know, exciting?"

He grinned as he started grabbing his stuff, "I want to go shopping, it'll feel like we're dating." Taehyun paused as he realized he spoke without thinking again.

His eyes locked with yours as you blinked in surprise. "That's why you want to go?"

He swallowed nervously, his eyes wide in trepidation. "Uhm..."

You watched him for a second before a grin broke out on your face. A soft giggle escaping, "If you want it to feel like we're dating then why haven't you asked me out?"

Taehyun opened his mouth in shock before he let out a soft laugh at the amused sincerity in your voice.

"Would you say yes?"

You nodded, repressing a giggle. Taehyun's smile grew as he walked over to you placing his hands on your arms as he stared at you.

"Really?

You giggled and nodded as he felt his heart hammering excitedly. "Then, will you go out with me Y/n?"

You nodded softly, "Yes I will."

Taehyun felt as though he was vibrating out of his skin as he grinned at you. Pulling you into a hug you chuckled as you wrapped your own arms around him, allowing his excitement to radiate through you.

Huening Kai:

When you were taken by someone else.

He hadn't realized he had feelings for you until you announced you were seeing someone.

His heart sank and his chest grew tight.

Why was he so affected? So hurt?

Was it because he might not get to see you as often as before?

Or was it that it wasn't him who was taking you on dates?

Both.

The realization that he had always assumed you two would be together, whether dating or not hit him harder now that you were with someone else.

He distanced himself a bit, heartbroken by losing you before truly realizing how much he wanted you, and you got worried.

Realizing he was hurting you too, he tried to be around more, only causing his feelings to grow, and heartache to worsen as he saw you with another person.

He didn't know that at the same time, you were realizing and feeling the same things he was.

Walking into Kai's room, you knocked softly on the door causing him to look back at you. His eyes widened a bit at the sight of you before he reeled in his feelings.

"What are you doing here?"

You heart ached a little as he asked this, having always smiled happily and accepted your presence without question before.

You cleared your throat as you walked into his room and sat on the edge of the bed. You twiddled with your hands for a moment before you finally spoke.

"I broke up with him."

Kai felt his heart flip as he tried not to show any outward reaction. You noticed the sudden flex of his hands but ignored it.

"You did? Why? What did he do?" Kai rose and sat beside you.

His emotions were reeling between relief happiness, pity and anger. Did he do something to hurt you?

"I just didn't have strong enough feelings for him." You said softly as you looked over at Kai.

Knowing the truth was not just that, but that your feelings could never be as strong as they were for Kai.

Kai stared into your eyes for a second, "So he didn't hurt you?"

You shook your head as you smiled.

"Why are you smiling?"

"I just feel better now telling you." You looked down at your hands shyly, "I missed you."

Kai felt his heart twist and his chest tighten. Guilt rippled through him as he recalled distancing himself from you.

"I'm sorry." He said softly causing you to look back up at him.

You were taken aback by the strong emotion in his face as he gazed at you.

"Why?"

"Because I haven't been around."

"Did you- Was it on purpose?"

He stayed silent, but you saw the guilt cross over his face, answering your question.

"Why? Did you really hate him that much, or-" You hesitated, staring into Kai's eyes for a moment, "Or was it for another reason?"

Kai took in a shaky breath as he slowly inched his hand towards yours. He gently grabbed your fingers, playing with them softly before he spoke, his voice reserved.

"I didn't like him, but- that wasn't the only reason."

You stayed silent, waiting for him to continue.

"I hated seeing you with someone else. At first I thought it was because I felt like I was losing my best friend, but then... I realized it was because you weren't dating me. It should have been me."

Your heart pounded heavily as you realized your feelings for Kai had been reciprocated after all. You let out a soft sigh and he met your eyes again.

You gave him a soft sad smile. "If I had known I would never have dated him."

"You don't have to pity me."

"No, not out of pity Kai, but because I wanted you to be my boyfriend."

Kai's eyes widened in surprise, "What?"

You nodded softly, "I had waited so long because I wanted to be with you, but - you never seemed to feel the same."

Kai's heart hammered at the realization you felt the same. He shook his head, "I didn't realize until recently just how much my feeling's had changed." He squeezed your hand softly, "But you- you have feelings for me too?"

You nodded, "Yeah, I do."

Kai stared at you for a moment before a smile stretched across his face. Lunging forward he wrapped you in his arms as you fell back onto the bed, laughing.

He held you as he stared into your eyes, his face only an inch above yours. "I'm your boyfriend now."

You let out a short laugh as you rose your brow, "Oh really? Just like that?"

He nodded confidently "Yeah, just like that."

You giggled again as you got lost in his eyes. Slowly, he leaned closer, before pressing a soft lingering kiss to your lips, signalling the beginning of your relationship. Finally.

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[cordeliawhohung]

Core, what about a bit of competition with ps! Gaz? Some new girl who think's she's already the darling of the studio takes a liking to Gaz, but finds out about his ties with reader.

The one time she gets to film with Gaz, she overplays her role and absolutely covers his neck, collar, shoulder, everything with hickeys, hoping it will deter the reader.

So imagine her shock when the next day, she pops into his dressing room and finds the reader in there as well, applying foundation over the marks and littered with dozens from Gaz himself. ❤️

(I realize how dumb this sounds as an ask but it's been rotting my brain for days and I desperately need it gone so I can focus on my college classes 😭)

thanks this has also been rotting my brain because i just love putting people in their place (: more ps!gaz here <3

The crux of your ass sits in perfect place on Kyle's thighs while your legs straddle the expanse of his hips. Warm hands rest on your waist as you manhandle his jaw, tilting his head side to side to get better access to his neck. Thick, round hickeys litter the delicate skin around his throat and down to his shoulders in angry, red pinpoint marks that break the beautiful and even tone of his skin with something revolting. They look like proper bruises rather than the after effects of a... wild video shoot. As if someone had tried to strangle him rather than make love to him.

You remember the video well, along with that new model with her fake blonde hair and even faker tan that they had paired Kyle with to shoot the other day. You had only seen her in person one time, and you vividly recall the way her blue eyes rolled over your body, assessing every inch of you before ultimately deciding you were worth very little time. Confidence was a must when you worked in the porn industry, but her attitude borders on an arrogance you haven't seen since your teenage years in public school.

As you apply yellow color corrector onto the dark marks on his skin, you nearly shiver as the images of her stained lips suckling on Kyle's neck flood your mind. There was little room to feel jealousy about her ravaging your favorite co-star when you were too busy cringing. So childish. Over zealous. You nearly cried tears of laughter when you noticed Kyle's expression, grimacing at the wet tongue and annoying teeth that nipped at him, yet still having to pretend to enjoy it. Even the comments on the video joked about it.

Put him back with the other model.

"If I didn't know any better, I would have thought someone tried to strangle you," you tease.

"She might as well have," Kyle sighs. He adjusts his shoulders against the back of the chair, bare pecs flexing with the movement, bringing your attention to the uncovered marks that line his collarbone. "Haven't been able to go out in public without a goddamn turtleneck 'cause of her."

You chuckle as you finish applying and buffing out the rest of the color corrector along his skin. It leaves him looking sickly and discolored, which oddly enough is an improvement to what it looked like before. Setting the corrector to the side, you grab foundation next, hips swaying as you attempt to get some movement in your aching knees. Holding that position for so long without moving had them burning with fatigue.

"Need a break, doll?" Kyle prompts, hands sliding from your waist to your thighs.

"Don't know if we have time for a break. Got a lot of ground to cover before we start," you humor.

Kyle sits forward, throwing you off balance, yet he doesn't let you sway very far before his arms wrap around you, hands supporting your back. Adoring eyes crease as a grin floods his face. Even without the aid of studio lights he glows like a god as he leans closer and places a kiss on your neck.

"Show can't start without us," he says, teeth grazing your skin as he wanders down to your collarbone. "Could always give you a few hickeys to match, if you want."

He doesn't wait for you to answer before his tongue glides across your clavicles just for his teeth to follow right after. A chuckle rumbles in his chest at the tightening of your legs around his hips, and his hands only pull you closer. It doesn't take much for you to give in. Head rolling back, muscles melting as his lips conquer everything you're willing to give him. It's a delicate softness mixed with a brutal bite, something that leaves you gasping as he pulls the very air from your lungs and feeds on the sounds.

Kyle is more starved for you than usual. Sick of the fake, over dramatic screeching he got last week with that other model, he's hungry for the real thing. Hungry for you.

The unopened foundation falls free from your loose fingers and rolls along the floor into some forgotten corner when his hands wander underneath your shirt. It's a dance he has memorized; unclasping your bra without a second thought and tearing both it and your shirt off in a single, swift motion. He gives you little time to recover before his mouth is on your tits, kissing a sparse trail until he's rolling a perky nipple between his lips.

His bare skin feels like heaven underneath the palm of your hands as you grip his shoulders for stability. He'd take you on the cold, dressing room floors, you knew he would. A part of you wanted him to. Fuck the shoot, they should've learned well enough to put cameras in the dressing rooms by that point with how handsy Kyle Garrick always was with you.

"Can't wait until we get on set to try and undo me?" you ask breathlessly.

"Doll, I'll undo you right here and then again on set if you asked me to," he mumbles into your skin.

A quiet squeak interrupts your moment and the ambiance of the room shifts when the door to Kyle's dressing room opens. His hands grow stiff against your spine as you look over your shoulder at the figure in the doorway. You smell her perfume before you recognize her. Something drowning and floral, like a mall department store. It burns your nose, yet you're too distracted by the slack-mouth surprise etched onto the features of the new blood's face.

It's cute; her confusion. How her eyes flicker over your bare back and Kyle's hands pressed against your skin like he's cradling the only thing he cares for in the world. The dots just can't quite connect in her mind as to why he hasn't completely fallen for her yet, as if the only way she knows how to lure men is by butchering their neck with discolored marks. She can't comprehend why he'd rather have you in his lap than her.

Kyle draws a shocked groan from you when his teeth nip at your shoulder, and your eyes have no choice but to fall away from the woman in the doorway as he pulls you closer to him. His chin gently rests on your shoulder as he stares at the model, hands moving to rest on your hips.

"Need somethin?" he asks, bored.

There is very little you wouldn't have given to see the look on her face, but the small huff followed by the door slamming shut is good enough. Small giggles rattle your body as you lean back to get a better look at Kyle, as if your body would throw a fit if he wasn't within your sight. There's an inexplicable relief that floods his face as he looks up at you, and he mirrors your smile.

"What?" he defends. "Only asked her if she needed somethin."

"I think you broke her heart," you patronize.

"She'll live," he mumbles, lips falling against the crook of your neck again. "Your heart is the only one I care about, anyway."

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[luveline]

Hellooo!! I saw your requests were open so I thought I'd ask if you could do singer/guitarist reader who fucked up on a gig (totally not self projecting here) and she like forgot some lyrics and stuff and she's just really upset and poly!marauders or really any of them comfort her

If not I totally get it and no worries!!

ty for requesting!! fem!reader, 1k

The best part about having more than one boyfriend is that one of them is bound to be good at something if the others aren’t. So while Remus can’t usually lift heavy things and Sirius doesn’t want to, James is more than happy to help your band pack up their things at the end of the night. 

It also helps that he’s a bit of a fanboy about it. He might jokingly ask you for your autograph from time to time, but he genuinely likes talking to your bandmates about the songs you play and the equipment. You can hear him talking someone’s ear off as the other boys in the band huff and puff as they lift the amps into the back of the van. 

“Why are you all silent?” Sirius asks, blowing a breath into your ear.

It’s not a very Sirius question. He sounds teasing, and his hand is playful as he pulls you into his side against the hood of his car, eyes on Remus where he chats across the car park to a friend. 

You look up into his face. “M’not.” 

“Ah, forgive me. I must be going deaf.” 

You press your cheek to his shoulder. “You are. Hope that helps.” 

“Of course it does.” 

He hooks your shirt with his pinky and slides his hand onto bare skin, scratching at your tummy and ribs with short nails. “You don’t want to tell me?” 

You turn further into him, hiding from his nagging questions, though you answer, because he’ll only find a way to drag it from you, and because you’d desperately like some reassurance. “I messed up really badly tonight. I ruined the set.” 

“You didn’t ruin the set. You did mess up, but really badly is subjective.” Sirius looks down at you on his shoulder, his breath warming your skin, strands of his hair falling onto your face softly, you’re that close. “Everyone messes up,” he murmurs, “doesn’t mean you ruined it.” 

Remus’ voice carries from a few feet away, “Where’s James?” 

“He’s still helping. Our poor angel can’t use her arms, it seems.” 

You and Remus wrinkle your noses simultaneously. “Her arms are fine,” he says. 

“James offered,” you butt in. 

“I’m joking,” Sirius says, touching his nose to your face, drawing a soft line before pulling away. He leans back casually. “It’s what people tend to do when their partners are upset.” 

You needle him with your arm. “Dick.” 

“You’re upset?” Remus asks. 

That’s exactly why Sirius is a dick. You step away from his arm in time for Remus to stop in front of you and look you over in concern. “What’s the matter?” Remus asks. 

“She’s embarrassed about forgetting the words earlier,” Sirius answers immediately. 

You glare at him. He lays back against the car with an arm behind his head, grinning. Makes sense for him to be sweet and kiss you like that just to chuck you into the deep end. 

“I didn’t want to say,” you mumble. 

Remus sidles up to you, and he’s taking the same stance as Sirius, a teasing lightness that colours his smile as he wraps his arms around you. These boys are always hugging you. 

“I don’t care if you want to say,” he murmurs, “you must tell me.” His hands clasp behind your back. “I won’t be left out.” 

His face works into your neck, breath warms and tickles your skin. 

He gives a scratch of kiss before he yanks away to meet your eyes. “Come on.” 

“Messed up. Everyone saw. Set ruined.” 

“Oh, oh,” he murmurs, “is that what you think happened?” 

“Don’t be a liar,” you say. 

“You forgot the words to one song. Everybody still had a good time, you looked amazing up there.” Remus leans far from you with his arms still braced behind your back, laughing as he says, “You were nearly perfect, and next time you’ll remember the embarrassment you’re feeling now and you won't forget the words.” 

He kisses your cheek.

“Can we not tell James?” you ask. 

“We have to.” 

“I know.” 

James is back sooner than you anticipated with a grin, the curls of his hair still perfect with pomade, not a drop of sweat on him. To your surprise, he doesn’t need to be told. “Oh, my girl,” he says proudly, jabbing your stomach with fake blows, “you did great! You only messed up one song!” 

Remus winces, but you think perhaps James’ way of looking at it is best of all. You could’ve messed up every song you performed tonight but it was just one.

“You’re amazing,” he furthers, taking your face into both hands. “Fuck, you look amazing when you’re up there with your guitar like that. I had a dream once we were in a band together. Remus got all handsy with you–”

“Are you sure you’ve got the right man?” Sirius asks, letting Remus pull him up from the hood.

“It might’ve been me,” James concedes. “I know it’s not like me to ask for something back, but I did all that heavy lifting for you shortcake, and I’m dying for an encore.” 

You’re not sure if he’s asking for something more than a show, your cheek turning hot in his hold. He encourages your face to his, his nose tapping yours up for a long, slow moving kiss, at odds with his flirtations but not his touches. His hands drag sluggishly down to your shoulders, the breath he takes on your lips like a happy sigh. 

“Get off of her, pervert,” Sirius says, jostling you both apart. “We’re in public.” 

“It’s just a kiss. I’m very proud of her, Sirius. She deserves a good kiss.” 

You fluster in his hands. 

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[undercoverpena]

10. cranberry cocktail

frankie morales x f!reader | chapter ten of do me yourself

summary: a meet-cute in a hardware store? impossible, out of the question. except, that's exactly what happens. a need for screws leads you to a broad-shouldered, brown-eyed man who you're sure is about to change your day, never mind your life.

wordcount: 3k chapter warnings: SMUT. 18+. jo's bad use and knowledge of DIY. frankie calls you 'rainy' (paint-related from chp.1) no other descriptions or name used. no use of y/n. an: this one is called jo made herself horny. see author note at the end.

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It’s difficult not to smile as you approach.

His voice, mid-singing—almost competing with the radio that lingers under his voice—had been travelling out as you walked up to the building. Louder when you pulled open the door, sliding the sunglasses from your face.

A few blinks and your eyes capture his, singing dying out, leaving the original artist blaring around in the background.

Still, you're unable to stifle the smile. Not as you walk closer or as he puts down the tool in hand; least of all when you realise he's looking only half as abashed as you would be if he caught you mid-rendition, watching him dial down the volume on the radio as the door closes behind you.

Frankie had shown you this place once before. Your voice, light, teasing, hand in his: “You’re showing me where the magic happens?”

“I’ve shown you where that happens.”

“Not that magic—or, well, I hope you’re not about to tell me there are even more videos on a different site I need to watch. I’ve been forced to rewatch things lately.”

He’d explained, with a soft smile and a twinkle in his eye, how he’d turned the garage into a workshop. The hours, the pieces he’d started with and the things he’s managed to build, find or bargain for along the way. Even lingered his thumb over the height chart for Luca, the one he told you he began when he first bought the run-down house he made a home.

It was impressive then, but you hadn’t appreciated it as much as you do stepping in today.

You'd been too busy then, watching, studying him. Spotting the way he trailed his thumb across his bottom lip, eyes widening as they tried to smile before his lips as he pointed out highlights he knew you’d have seen from certain videos you’d mentioned.

Now, it's all lit by soft, mid-morning sunlight, looking homely, loved, worn in and appreciated—everything you’d expect from him.

Even if things are out, such as plasterboard and wood leaning against odd edges, everything else has a place. Just like the scent that wanders around and flows as if there’s a constant candle burning, one which includes notes of freshly applied paint, the essence of sawdust and leather. A blended aroma that subtlety clings to his clothes—and then lingers inside your own. A thing which brings comfort, until it seeps in sadness upon the realisation that it's faded from a sweater, bedsheets or your throw after a few days of not seeing him in person.

"Hi, handsome."

He grins, a hello escaping out as his knuckle tips your chin up, your smile back presses to his mouth. Tasting his lips, how they’re tinged with coffee. Frankie planting it more intently as your hands find their way around his waist, heightening it, fingers grasping your cheek.

You swear you could kiss him forever. A thought you know you have continuously, almost every time his mouth finds yours. But you mean it.

Completely. Utterly.

Your palms sliding around, fingers brushing over dry, hard paint specks buried into the soft, beloved cotton of his tee.

“So,” you say when you pull away, teeth biting your lip—finding yourself staring at him, as though his face alone answers everything.

In some ways, you're adamant it does. In others, you know it will.

A feeling that thrums more and more intensely as weeks rack up into months, as your heart flutters in your chest when his eyes hold yours for a second longer than normal.

“What has prompted this little requested visit?”

Grinning, he traces his thumb along your jaw. “Thought you could drill some holes—for your cupboards?”

Smirking, dragging your tongue in a sweeping motion across your lip, you tap your fingers on his waist. “Drill, ay? I didn’t… exactly come dressed to be in your workshop.”

“Wait,” he says, eyes widening, mouth pulled into a line as he brushes his fingers down the fabric of your summer dress that rests along your collarbone. “This isn’t an everyday DIY outfit?”

Grinning, you nudge into him, head shaking—hand grasping a handful of his tee. “No.”

“Don’t worry,” he says, voice dropping, charm encasing each letter as his hands find a home on your hips, “I’ll make sure you don’t get messy.”

A soft laugh escapes you, feeling the way his thumb continues its gentle circling on your cheekbone.

“You on cleanup duty, then?” you reply, the words muffled against his lips. He hums in response, a sound of agreement that sends a pleasant shiver down your spine.

Without pulling away, he gently guides you towards the bench—hands on your side as his chin rests on your shoulder.

One glance at him, and he offers you a comforting smile. Before it comes over him, that voice—the one from the videos. All lightly, but sternly instructing you. Talking you through the steps, before he tells you to pick up the black and orange drill from in front of you.

A lick of warmth slides up your spine, a soft whimper escaping your lips as you press closer to him, your body beginning to buzz from the way he’s pressed against you—his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your waist.

“We’re going to begin with drilling the holes for the handles.”

Rolling your lips, you rest your head against his. “Okay.”

“What you’re gonna do is lightly ease the drill in.”

“Is that so?”

Clearing his throat, you swear you hear your name, it followed quickly by a “Stop.”

“Stop what, Frankie?”

It’s a grunt. A thing buried in his throat before he takes a measured sigh. His hand rises, gripping the top of the power tool before lining the drill bit with the marked wood.

“Being a tease—now, lightly pull the trigger.”

Blanking your face, staring at him with confusion. “So, push it in and out?”

You watch it hit him—slowly. It washes over him in a few blinks, your hips wiggling against his before he groans again. “You’re killing me.”

“I’m very innocent, Morales.”

“Mierda. You’re the opposite of innocent. And no, it’s straight down. Not in and out—we’re not… we’re not fucking it.”

Giggling, you bite the inside of your cheek, adjusting your stance as you swear his groin pushes into your ass on purpose. Finding a way to mumble an okay, you shift your shoulders in preparation. Asking, finger hovering over the trigger of the drill, if you squeeze it lightly as you feel him nod.

Swallowing, you give it a test. A little click. Hearing it, before you see thin crinkles of wood coming away from the pressure.

“Like that?”

Somehow, all beyond you, you manage to keep your voice steady. It all unwilling to tremble—even though his breath is dancing over your neck. Even though his hold on your hip is tightening.

Then there’s the heat pulsating through your dress—the warmth settling into your bones, skin and muscle from his touch. Your body remembering, recalling—able to know just from his presence what he can do, what he has done, how he can unravel you and make you become a mess all from his fingers, mouth and—

“Bit more pressure this time, baby.”

“You can’t say that.”

Snorting, the air dances over your skin as you swear you feel him smirk. “Oh, Rainy. I can.”

You swear his voice drops an octave.

Sweeping the words over you, making your body tense, muscles twisting in on themselves as you try to focus on the drill in your hand. Stare down at the piece of wood he’s set up for you until it’s a blur. Nodding. Finger over the button, knowing you just need to squeeze—

Perfect, he whispers.

And fuck it makes your thighs press together. Makes something rumble inside of you at the same time as the drill fires to life.

The noise is all loud, alarming—deafening. A hole deepening in the wood.

“That's it, just like that. Perfecto, hermosa.”

Even with how loud it is, you can only hear him.

How he layers so much emphasis on the P, the letter is still skating over your skin by the time the rest that follows it has left his tongue.

You can only swallow. Remaining aware, and yet focused in, on how his hand slides down, fingers teasing the end of your dress—a quickly thrown-on thing, an easy option that meant you could arrive here sooner.

“You’re perfect,” he says, kissing it against your neck as his hand slides under your dress, palm flat to your thigh, dragging it up, and up.

Some part of you, all distant, feels him take the drill, hears a click, before it’s out of sight, out of fucking mind.

Then it’s just thick fingers you focus on, how they slide, rub, torture over your underwear—feeling like minutes, hours, days before he manoeuvres. Before he’s forcing elastic to cut into your skin, before you feel him trace along the places you need him desperately.

“Frankie…”

He drags his nose against the side of your face, feeling the exhale flutter against your jaw before he makes you gasp before it grows into a shameless whine.

“This not what you wanted?”

Swallowing, your eyelids quiver. Some part of you, a present part of you that isn’t lost in the way he’s stroking up and down your slick folds, occasionally catching your clit, that he isn’t going to let you come like this.

Even if he's told you he likes the way you sound, has confessed that he likes watching you unravel; his favourite pastime, his favourite movie and soundtrack.

“Need to hear you, Rainy?”

“Want you,” you pant, breathless.

He fans hot breath on your skin. “Want me to fuck you here, baby? On my bench. Hmm?”

You’re fluttering, desperately to squeeze him—fingers or cock, you’re not in a frame of mind to be fussy.

Mind changing, singing, practically bellowing: please, please, fucking, please. Body thrumming, vibrating, legs desperate to shake—if not for the fact they’re keeping you upright. Your fingers find a place on his bench, digging, barely making a mark against the rest on his workbench. But it’s stable, rigid.

“Tell me, baby,” he says, softer, dripping it into your ear like honey—all encased in air that seeps inside of you and makes you forced to chase his lips.

It’s against them you say please. Kissing a y, an e and a s against his mouth, licking past his teeth, hips rocking into his fingers as he circles and circles and circles—

Then, nothing.

Retraction, emptiness. A desperate whine emerges, rising from the back of your throat until it fuses with the air.

An explanation almost demanded, but his belt buckle undoing silences you. His clothed cock presses against you, feeling how hard he is, the size of him making you clench your thighs as cool air kisses the back of your legs when he grabs a fist full of your dress.

“Gonna get rid of these.”

It’s deft, his finger—hooking in the band of your panties as he drags the soaked fabric down your thighs, letting it fall the rest of the way as the fabric finds a home around your ankles. For a moment they just remain there, not entirely confident you can step out of them until he holds you steady, talks you through it:

One foot, then the other. That's it, baby.

Because your body is on auto-pilot, doing things for you, for him. Like parting your thighs as his hand rests on your back as he softly urges you down. Your forearms find the bench, hingeing at the waist, lying your chest flat on his bench, sawdust filling your nose and stitching itself into the upper part of your dress as you turn your head, flakes sticking to your cheek.

And for a moment, an expanse of time, you forget how to breathe, how to be, where you are as you stare at him.

This man, this person who one day you didn’t know and the next you did—is now yours, all yours. Mine, he’d said in bedsheets after the conversation in the kitchen. Like that you’re mine, Rainy. A man you trust, like, lov—

Frankie, who is all handsome, broad and fucking kind, is now looking at you as if you’re the only thing he’s ever wanted to devour in his life. Do it, you silently plead, beg, metaphorically getting on your knees as he washes you in almond-brown eyes.

He’s a sight you couldn’t have ever made up, least of all this one. Fingers, thick—one wrapped in a bandaid—pulling down on the brim of his hat, hiding his eyes, casting half of him in a shadow that makes you almost moan. There’s just the tip of his nose, just his mouth on show, lips spread and curled into a smirk as he lines his cock at your entrance.

You sure? He asks, fingers brushing over your hip, keeping the fabric back, as you smile, nod, and whisper for him to make you feel good before he eases the head of his cock in. It's then your mouth parts around a silent cry of his name, pussy welcoming each inch of him, opening, as you let him slide all he wants to give.

“Know you can take me,” he hushes, “I’m good at measurements, calculations—“

“Fuck.”

“Fuck, you like that.”

Whining his name, he smirks. Because both the feel of him and the act is something you couldn’t have ever concocted. Fuck, a year ago you wouldn’t believe the person you are either. Not this confident being almost laid down on his workbench, feeling this good, this attractive, all bold—asking for this, for what you want. No flicker of shyness or nervousness.

Then there’s him. A sight your mind is struggling to process. Frankie with his teeth glistening with spit as he stares down at you, as he sweeps that burning gaze over you and grunts at the feel of you. One hand, large, slightly calloused, finding meaning on your waist, the other holding your dress up your spine, pressing down, light, but firm—don’t move, baby, stay still.

As if you ever would.

The stretch is welcomed, a dull ache answered, all buried to the hilt. Remaining there, still.

“Move, please—fuck, Frankie, I beg of you.”

He chuckles. A low laugh.

But he does, pulling out before driving back in, making your vision swim, blur. It all overwhelming. Both the sensation and everything else—scents, sounds and touch. His hips slowly moving, his belt buckle clanging and it’s easier to find yourself draped over the bench, cheeks on the wood, inhaling it—the scent that lives in his clothes, in his fingers and aura.

Frankie, just Frankie. Your Frankie—

“So g—fuck—good for me.”

Your fingers dig, grasp—his cock kissing that spot inside of you that forces your toes to curl in your shoes, your mouth managing half of his name before it fades to a moan. All breathy, doused in whimpers and yes’s falling in a verse that leads to a chorus.

“Feel so—oh, good, Frankie.”

“Yeah?”

“Perfect. Feel perfect.”

He moans—low, tinged in a grunt, a hiss, your name etched somewhere in the sound—as he pulls almost all the way out, drawn out, an emptiness beginning to register before he thrusts in. Somehow deeper, somehow filling you more perfectly as you squeeze your grip on the bench.

And you’re close, all light and boneless—but heavy and alive, so alive you feel like fire courses in your veins and you could become more flame than a person.

“Come for me, baby. Right on my bench—fuck, you feel good, so tight—need y’to come. Right here.”

And it crashes against you, all of it. Suddenly unable to smell a thing, hear a thing—you just feel. Feel the sensation of just him and the tip of him hitting that spot which makes you arch as pleasure, all blinding and molten lava rushes through your blood, and flows into your muscles.

All numb and yet tingly.

It takes a moment, but your senses come back one by one, panting, breathless—muscles tired and depleted—as you feel his hips stuttering, the strained noises from behind forcing your eyes open.

He’s a picture, a work of art—a statue that should be carved by someone with talent. Sun streaks in and basks him in a golden hue, illuminating that heart patch on his jaw—the way his tongue is pinned between pearly white teeth, and the vein in his neck throbs angrily as he reaches his own climax.

You clench, aware of it, ogling and admiring pushing him over the edge as he curses, tensing, rigid, pace lost as he spills inside of you, happily taking it all, wishing to wring him dry and ensure he’s empty. Greedy, desperate and fucking needy.

Before his body finds refuge on top of yours, heart hammering against your spine—hat falling, tumbling off onto the floor as the two of you catch your breaths. His hand finds your cheek, stroking his thumb against it.

“Never… I’ve never done that before.”

Smiling, you gaze at him as best as you can. “I like how you drill,” you say, playfully, feeling his laugh rumble through him before he kisses your hairline.

It’s light—perfect.

Feeling the laugh bounce from bone to bone inside of you before he turns and eases you up, chest to chest, murmuring against your lips about a shower, about cleaning you up. And you keep smiling, even more so when he checks your chin and cheek, the pad of his thumb tracing over and over.

“You promised me I wouldn’t get messy.”

Thumb pausing on your cheek, he smirks. “I can clean you up, baby?”

Smirking, you shake your head, heat flooding your cheeks. “How are you planning on doing that?”

He tilts his head, before slowly grasping the bench, descending to his knees. Your mouth unable to stop itself from falling open, all wide, surprised as he presses a kiss to your knee.

“Might want to hold onto something, baby,” he says, writing it against your inner thigh. “Might take me a minute to make sure you’re all cleaned up.”

NEXT CHAPTER ->

an: while we still have some more chapters of these two, I've been experimenting with a few things and while it won't have any bearing on the main series, there will be some smutty-one-shots that can be read as and when, and if so people wish. they won't require reading of the series, but rather allow anyone to enjoy two people who are becoming comfortable with one another, exploring a few different things. i'm not sure on when the first will be out, but it won't replace normal uploads for them. but rather just be small little things i'd love to include but would feel shoe-horned into my plan. also if there's anything you'd love a bit more of, whether it's a bit more on rainy/frankie or their relationship, my inbox is always open. thank you for letting these pair into your heart.

#frankie morales x reader #francisco morales x reader #frankie morales x reader smut #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales smut #francisco morales smut #frankie morales x you #frankie morales #triple frontier x reader #francisco morales fanfiction #triple frontier fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #francisco catfish morales x reader #catfish morales x reader #pedrostories #jo: dmy #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal character fanfiction

[autumnywinter]

could you do some yandere elliott nsfw? i need this man like i need air to breathe i swear-

Just had a surgery this morning, I hope this is coherent because I still feel a lil groggy haha. I tried to make the reader as sexually neutral as I could since I don't do that very often. I hope I did decently ^^;

Yandere!Elliott x Reader

Tags: NSFW, MDNI, Stalking, masturbation, sex toy usage, general creepy behavior, gender neutral reader, no sex specified for reader

For hours at a time, Elliott would follow and stalk you (although he would put it into more light terms) as you went about your business. He wanted to be near you at all times, but the crowding might have scared you away so he made do with spying.

Sometimes Elliott would pretend to accidentally bump into you in town, acting as though it was coincidence that you were on the same street and walking in the same direction.

When you were gone, he sometimes snuck into your home. At first, he would only go to touch your things, the things that had touched you and smelled of you. He would hold up your shirt to his face and breathe in the smell, trying to simulate your embrace.

It wasn't as good as the real thing by any means, but it satiated him for the time being.

He grabbed a discarded pair of underwear on the ground, and didn't even think about his next actions. He brought it up to his face and shakily inhaled. A choked moan escaped his mouth.

Just as he was ready to pocket it and leave, he heard the front door open. He didn't have enough time to crawl out of the window, so he frantically locked himself in your closet. It wasn't the first time he had been in there without your knowledge, but it still filled him with panic each time.

His heart raced as you walked in, humming softly. He peered through louvered slats and saw you taking off your clothes. Elliott covered his mouth with his hand to keep from moaning aloud. His cock throbbed, and he felt ashamed.

You weren't a mere object for his satisfaction, but he couldn't help himself.

You stripped down completely, and he nearly came in his pants when you removed your undergarments and dropped it on the floor. This was so much better than watching you undress through the window.

Sure, he always had binoculars or a camera on you, but the visual was never enough. Now you were just a few feet from him, body ready to be ravished and worshipped.

It took every fiber of his being not to come out of the closet and do it himself. The anticipation was too much. He began to undo his fly as quietly as possible.

He watched as you slowly and sensuously rubbed yourself. He imagined it was him you were thinking of.

Next thing he knew, he was using his free hand to bring the underwear up to his face. It smelled just like he imagined it would, your scent driving him wild.

Like fate, you flopped on the bed and grabbed what he recognized as a dildo. As upset as he was you were using other toys when you could be using his very-real cock, his disdain melted into pleasure again once you started fingering yourself, preparing yourself for it.

He imagined he was the one preparing you for his own cock. He imagined his fingers deep inside you, gently caressing your warm, wet inner walls. He would coax you open, until he would be able to replace his fingers with his leaking cock.

Not without pampering you beforehand, of course.

He ached for you, and had to finally free his erection from the confines of his pants. He shuddered from the cold air against his burning flesh.

He spit into his palm and stroked himself to the rhythm of your fingers. Normally he never used his own spit, but he was too frenzied to care.

The underwear pressed against his nose as he inhaled deeply. It was intoxicating, and he felt more drunk than if he had chugged an entire keg of beer. The scent was pure you, and he would never have it any other way.

You started teasing yourself with the toy, just about the size of his own cock. He wished it was him, filling you up and making you cry out in ecstasy.

A beautiful moan escaped your lips once you slid it inside, slowly. 'That's it, theeere you go, sweetheart,' he cooed to you in his head. He started stroking his cock slower, only to imagine it was him pushing inside you at such a gentle pace. He could be so sweet to you if you just gave him a chance.

You rocked yourself back and forth on the dildo, making a motion so mesmerizing to watch. He couldn't take his eyes off you, even if the view was obscured.

Elliott didn't notice he was drooling pathetically, but he didn't care.

He sped up his pace to yours again. He felt so dirty watching you like this, but he felt too good to stop.

Suddenly, you switched positions and the view got a little better. Now Elliott had the full picture of your entrance accepting the toy so readily.

He envisioned himself hovering over you, and kissing your soft skin while moving in and out of you. Oh, what he'd give to have your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs around his waist.

The scenario was set clear in his mind. After a romantic candlelit dinner, he'd make love to you on the bed. The lighting would be dim and sensual, with his scented candles burning pleasantly. He would treat you to a full-body massage first, getting you all loosened up before he made sweet love to you. He would whisper how much he loved you in your ear and cover your face in kisses. He'd make sure you climaxed first, before taking his own.

That is, if he could even control himself. He had came in his pants an embarrassing amount of times just looking at you. He was barely hanging on at this point, but he tried to wait for you to finish first.

Your shift in moans showed you were getting close, so he brought the undergarments down from his face and to his cock. He wrapped them around himself and ardently stroked his cock.

His breath hitched at how intimate it felt, using the garment as a tool for masturbation.

He was teetering on the edge when you suddenly cried out in your orgasm. The noise was a symphony to his ears, and he came soon after.

For a moment, he saw stars. He had masturbated to you countless of times before, but that was the best orgasm he ever had.

His vision returned, and he felt disgusted with himself. He had came in your underwear. He couldn't return it to you now; he was supposed to leave no trace behind. He supposed it'd make another good keepsake.

Elliott's attention turned back to you. You were covered in sweat and catching your breath.

He wished he could cuddle you afterward, stroking your hair and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He'd give you a nice bath, and then order something nice from the restaurant for take-out, since you'd both be exhausted. He knew how much you loved your take-out, anyway.

Elliott rearranged himself into his pants. You stood up from the bed and went to the bathroom, and he quickly gathered your discarded clothes from the floor, along with your used toy.

He wanted to use that opportunity to leave, but he was still too busy composing himself.

You entered your room again with your regular night clothing and passed out on your bed. Elliott peeked through the slats of the closet again to watch you sleep for a couple minutes. It was such a gorgeous sight.

Finally he opened the door, gauging your form for any signs of reaction. He silently sighed in relief when you didn't move. He did his best to not step on anything that would creak under his weight and had to stifle a chuckle. You kicked your covers off of you in your sleep.

He risked pulling them back over you and taking that moment to stare once more at your relaxed expression.

One day you'd be his. He considered himself a patient man.

#answered ask #yandere #stardew valley #sdv #yandere sdv #yandere stardew valley #yandere elliott #elliott sdv #sdv elliott #yandere x you #smut #yandere smut #male yandere #yandere x darling #yandere fic

[afortoru]

𝑴𝒚 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑰𝒔 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒆

Summary: you express your love to him in this soft moment when you're both cuddled up on the bed.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

Genre: smooch ball fluff

Warnings: you might fall in love...none lol

Word count: 925

A/n: wrote this when I was crying while missing him once, pretty much self indulgent....also a comeback fic ig <3

It's not easy....

It's not easy to love The Strongest but it sure was easy to love Satoru.

The way he holds you,longs for your touch when he comes back from a long mission,when he smiles softly playing with your hair strands while you're half asleep.You know he loves you,he never fails to keep raising the bar for himself. Sometimes it's the intimacy you share, sometimes when you both are coddled up in the quiet peaceful nights and sometimes it's just you two laying under a bright sunny sky in the winters. 

You know your man deserves the world. You'd do anything and everything for him,too much to say that you want to protect this precious being. 

But mostly it's him,he's always there. God,Satoru would turn the world upside down for you.His world brightens when a smile spreads across your face. 

It's 12 in the midnight right now.You rested your head on his chest feeling his heartbeat,your heartbeat. 

Satoru smiles gently,caressing your hair. Oh how much he longs for moments like this.

"Do you have work tomorrow?" You asked,breaking the silence.He looks down at you,wondering what made you ask it.

"Uh...not really since I just got some important work done.Why sweetcheeks?"

"Can you take a day off?"

Satoru smiles before nodding."Why, Missing me too much?",he teased with a light smirk across his face. 

"Yes.Hate it when you're not around."

Oh.... 

He loves when you show your dominance over his love,after all he's all yours.He loves it when you ask him to stay instead of telling him to go otherwise principal Yaga and the students would be mad at him. He wants you to pull him closer when he's about to get up from the bed at dawn to face the world. He longs for when you actually show your longing for him.

"Don't worry, I'd take a week off for as long as you want my lovely wife",he smiles cupping your cheeks. 

You lean forward,your chin pressed on his chest as you face him up. 

And when you notice his eyes,those beautiful crystal blue eyes deeper than the ocean you feel like there's his younger self behind those eyes wanting to be held closer,wanting to be loved without being demanding, wanting to be loved without being called out too clingy or childish,wanting to be loved as a human, as Satoru, as your Toru.

Your Toru….

You didn't realize when the tears brimmed into your eyes and came right down to your cheeks.Satoru's eyes widened...why are you crying,he's right here.Why'd you cry?

"Hey baby....look at me I'm here. I'm staying here forever,by your side.", he tries to convince you but you hide your face in his chest before looking up at him.You wipe your tears and smile lightly hitting the side of your head. 

"God I'm so stupidly in love with you,I'm not crying it's just....happy tears."

Satoru smiles softly before putting your hair strands behind your ears and cupping your face.

"I love you and we both are stupidly in love with each other, ok?",he said, making you chuckle as you nodded.

His heart swells with the amount of love you couldn't help but shower him with as he pulls you gently into an everlasting hug.

You know this is your love,that you and Satoru build through all the ups and downs. 

He looks at you like you're some blessing that was granted to him not knowing how much he needed it. 

“I love you too,Toru.Love you so much that I might say the corniest stuff right now so I'll shut up.” 

You both chuckled and you swear how much you love his voice, his soft chuckle is what your heartbeat sounds like. 

“Then say it…”,he bends his head down gently biting your soft cheeks.“...please I wanna hear it, sweet cheeks.”

You looked up at him smiling giddily.“I'll hide the sun if it bothers you,I'll stop the rain if you don't like it, I…I wanna take away your pain from the past and give you the happiest future.Just come back to me,I don't care about anything. Never hide your emotions from me, Toru…never please.Promise on our love, I'll fight the world for you.”

Why would you say something like this? How can Satoru love you more than he already does? 

He could hear the desperation in your voice, the longing which made his breath hitch.

“Baby…” he cups your cheeks into his palm and leaned closer to kiss you as you wrapped your hands around his head and caressed his hair, pulling him into a slow and passionate kiss.

The emotions he's feeling right now is overwhelming. He kissed you since he doesn't know how to respond. It's mostly him being so vocal like this but today you decided to switch roles and oh god, his head is spinning. If it wasn't for you holding him so close right now, feeling your soft touch on his skin he'll think this was all just a dream. But it's not, it's real.

Satoru could die a happy man in your arms, but he can't die now since he has to live for you. He'll come back to you, doesn't matter wherever he is. 

In this world where nothing is his, he's assured that you're his forever. His love is all his. 

Dividers by @rookthornesartistry

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[rafesfavgirl]

not like you — r. cameron

part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. sorry this took so long y'all, school's been kicking my ass :')

❝ get my car door, isn't that sweet? (that sweet) then pull me to thе backseat (the backseat) no onе's ever had me (had me), not like you ❞

pairing: rafe cameron x pogue!reader

context: after a few dates with rafe, he finally asks you to go midsummers with him as his girlfriend.

words: 2.9k+

warnings: jealous!jj, bitchy!kie, jealous!rafe, alcohol use, p in v sex, unprotected sex, oral m receiving, pretty fluffy, SMUT with a cute little plot bc soft!rafe is soooooo bf material

"so… i've actually been meaning to ask you something," rafe pulls his truck to a stop in front of your house and turns to look at you.

it was the middle of the night and the two of you had just gotten back from getting froyo, after he texted you asking whether you wanted to go with him to get some on his way home from topper's.

"what's up?" you ask, eyes scanning his face, which donned a look of apprehension.

was he nervous?

a chuckle escapes his lips as he glances down, hand fiddling with yours on top of your thigh. "well, we've been going out for a few weeks now…" he started.

"yeah?" a small smile comes across your lips—never in a million years did you think you'd be making rafe cameron, of all people, act like this.

"and you've met my friends," his eyes meet yours, blue irises twinkling. "and my sisters…"

"rafe, what is it?"

"i was wondering if you'd consider going to midsummers with me," he says, smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "you know… as a couple."

you tilt your head to the side, and kink an eyebrow. "rafe cameron, are you asking me to be your girlfriend?"

he shakes his head at your teasing, and playfully rolls his eyes, thumb rubbing against the top of your hand. "depends, are you saying yes?"

"i don't know," you shrug. "i mean, you're a kook, i'm a pogue. we come from totally different worlds. not to mention i just got out of a year-long relationship and…" you trail off when the look on his face turns sour, clearly thinking you were serious.

"oh, i'm just kidding," you chuckle, nudging his arm.

"you're not funny," he tells you, but you know by the way his eyes light up again that he's relieved.

"i'd love to go to midsummers with you," you smile.

"as my girlfriend?"

"yes, baby," you nod, leaning in so your lips are just hovering above his. "as your girlfriend."

rafe closes the distance, lips meeting yours in a way that make all the butterflies flutter in your stomach, as his other hand comes up to tangle in your hair.

"come inside for a bit," you smile against him, lips only leaving his long enough for you to get the words out.

"your parents won't mind?"

you shake your head, "they're sleeping."

—

“y/n!” sarah immediately comes up to greet you when rafe opens your door and helps you step out, making sure your dress doesn’t snag.

“hey, sare,” you return her hug, but your eyes linger behind her head to john b’s parked twinkie in the parking lot.

…what the hell?

“hey, y/n,” when he rounds the twinkie, dressed nicer than you’ve ever seen him dressed, and comes over to stand beside sarah, it clicks in your head.

“no way,” you shake your head, eyes shifting between them when you break your hug with sarah.

sarah shrugs with a smile, hand intertwining with john b’s. “way.”

“but i thought you were with topper,” you say. “how did-“

“a’ight, as much as i’d love to hear about my sister’s love life, we gotta go,” rafe interrupts you, hand sliding across your exposed lower back, making your head turn towards him, as a chill runs down your spine, your weight shifting from one leg to the other.

“right,” you nod, his intoxicating presence completely making you forget about sarah and john b.

he gives you a small push towards the club and begins to lead you inside, sarah and john b trailing closely behind you. 

once again, you’re caught off guard when you follow rafe outside with your hand in his, the back garden of the island club decked out in twinkling lights and hysterias like it was pulled straight out of a fairytale.

"holy shit," you mutter, causing rafe to look at you with a smile.

"you like?"

"are you kidding?" your wide eyes meet his, as you both descend the steps of the back porch. "this is insane."

"come on," he nods his head to the side, and begins leading you toward his dad, rose, and wheezie. "you can meet my dad."

while the two of you had been messing around for about a month now, and you had even attended a brunch at the club with him two weeks ago, he'd been apprehensive to officially introduce you to ward. not that you thought it was a big deal—everyone in the obx already knew who he was.

"dad," rafe greets him with a smile, you glued to his side. "this is y/n."

"so you're the girl i've been hearing so much about," ward smiles at you and holds out a hand. "ward cameron."

you place your free hand in his for a quick handshake, relief washing over you when you realize he isn't the monster you thought he was—at least, if he was, he surely hid it well with that friendly smile.

"y/n y/l/n," you tell him. "it's nice to meet you."

"you too," he nods. "nice to finally put a face to the name. you kids enjoy yourselves."

"thank you," you reply, as rafe pulls you away towards kelce and topper by the bar.

"well, well, what do we have here?" topper smiles at the two of you and sips on a glass of what you assume to be whiskey. "is it official?"

"something like that," you smile back, leaning into rafe and tilting your head up to look at him, his eyes twinkling as they locked with yours.

"y'all want something or what?" the sound of jj's bitter voice pulls you out of your haze, when he walks up behind topper and kelce and leans his hands against the bar counter.

there was just no escaping him.

his eyes meet yours when top and kelce step aside to give him a full view of you and rafe, dressed in matching colors with your hands intertwined.

a smug smirk comes across rafe's lips, realizing just how quickly the tables had turned. though he'd never admit it, he'd always had a thing for you ever since he saw you waitressing at the wreck that one time you agreed to help kie with the lunch rush. a part of him always hated that jj got to you first, but that didn't matter now. because he was the one standing beside you tonight. not jj. 

"just a glass of whiskey for me, man," he says, before looking down at you. "anything for you, doll?"

"i'll take a glass of wine," you nod at him, pulling your eyes away from jj. rafe was the guy in your life now.

"you heard her," rafe tells jj. "and make it white wine. the most expensive kind you've got."

you playfully roll your eyes at his antics—clearly just wanting to make sure jj knew how much he liked to spoil you—but don't argue when he hands you your glass.

"i'll be back," you whisper to him. "i'm gonna go find sarah."

"okay, baby," he nods, leaning down to place his lips on yours. "save me a dance, though."

jj rolls his eyes behind the bar and scoffs, tongue poking at his cheek as he poured another drink for kelce.

you choose to ignore him, and smile up at your new boyfriend instead. "you got it."

—

"is this a pogue reunion i see?" you couldn't help taking a detour from finding sarah to walk up to pope and john b by the grill that pope was working.

"maybe for you," pope shrugs, and john b agrees, pointing the neck of his beer bottle towards you before taking a sip. "we're together everyday."

"alright, touché," you nod, a hand reaching out to bump john b's chest. "i didn't know you cleaned up so well, dude."

"look who's talking," john b says, eyes trailing up and down the baby blue dress you're wearing. "you look more like a kook than anyone here."

you roll your eyes and shake your head. "shut the fuck up."

"i'm totally serious," he chuckles. "you look good, y/n. happy."

you sigh, not being able to help the smile that spreads across your lips. "i am."

"good," he returns your smile. "that's how it should be."

"and what about you?" you tease, nudging his arm with your elbow. "mr. sarah cameron… how the hell did that happen?"

he shrugs, "i don't know, it kinda just did."

a small laugh leaves your mouth. "hmm. who would've thought, huh? you and me with kooks?"

"definitely wasn't on my list of things that would happen this year," he shakes his head, chuckling.

"where is she, anyway?"

"she went to go find you, actually," he says.

"damn, i should go find her then," you reply. "but text me, yeah? i've missed y'all."

half-engaged in conversation with topper and kelce across the garden by the bar, rafe's eyes focus on you, as you throw your head back in a giggle at something john b and pope had said, his grip on his glass tightening. his tongue moves to poke at his cheek when you throw an arm around john b in a hug, and then pope, the ugly green monster inside him threatening to make an appearance, as he brings the glass up to his lips and downs the rest of his whiskey.

"face it, man," jj tuts, refilling his drink when he sets it down on the counter. "she's known us longer than you. it's not gonna last."

"just fill up my glass and shut the fuck up, a'ight?" rafe throws him a glare. "no one asked you."

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you enter the bathroom to pee after failing to find sarah again—where the hell could she have possibly gone?—the two wine glasses you had finally catching up to you.

"you've got some nerve showing your face here," kiara's voice fills your ears when you move towards the sink to wash your hands.

when you look up at the mirror, you find her standing behind you. "you're one to talk," you turn off the sink and reach for some paper towards to dry your hands, as you turned to look at her. "weren't you against all these events because they're so ‘tone-deaf'?"

she scoffs and shakes her head. "you're pathetic, you know that? taking jj, dumping him for rafe…" this psycho bitch. "then turning him, john b and pope against me…" wait, what? "i mean— seriously, y/n, are you really that desperate for attention?"

you let out a sigh to keep your composure—she wasn't worth the energy it took to stoop down to her level. despite what she and jj put you through, you were happy. she wasn't taking that away from you.

"i hate to break it to you, but if the boys aren't talking to you, it has nothing to do with me," you tell her. "maybe they just realized who you really are." you shrug, taking a step towards her. "you're a shitty person, kiara. you can try and blame me all you want, but you dug your own grave."

"you—"

"lie in it," you cut her off. "and while you're at it, leave me alone."

you don't allow her to get another word in before walking away, leaving her alone in the bathroom with her own thoughts.

damn that felt good.

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"hey stranger," you lean down and snake the arm not holding a glass of wine around rafe's neck, your hand landing on his chest, as he sat at an empty table with a glass of whiskey, sulking.

"done talking to your other boyfriends?" he asks, raising his glass up to his lips.

you tilt your head at him, eyebrows furrowing. "what?"

"i saw you flirting with john b and pope," he says, setting his drink down on the table, as his eyes finally met yours.

they didn't look angry though, more like… sad?

"you thought i was flirting?" you ask, moving to sit in the seat beside him. "they're my friends, babe. i haven't seen them in a while, we were just catching up."

"didn't look like that when you were giggling and hugging them," his eyes avert to his glass on the table, his finger tracing along its rim.

"oh my god," you chuckle, half-amused by his behavior. "are you jealous?"

"why would i be jealous?" he shrugs you off, still refusing to have his eyes meet yours again. "if it's them you want, that's cool."

you sigh, and place a hand on his. "come dance with me."

to your surprise, he doesn't resist when you take his hand in yours and stand up to lead him towards the dance floor, as the band began to play an instrumental rendition of taylor swift's you are in love.

your hands lock behind rafe's neck, while his hands snake around your waist, pulling you close to him, as the two of you slowly began to sway along with the music.

"you're crazy, you know that?" you ask, fingers entwining with the hair on the back of his head.

"how's that?"

"for thinking i'd flirt with someone else when i'm here with you," you say.

"they've known you longer than me," he shrugs. "it's not that crazy."

"i guess,” you shrug. “but you’re forgetting something.”

his eyebrows furrow. “what?”

“they’re not you,” your lips pull together in a smile. "i mean, sure, i've known them longer. yes, we're friends, but they don't hold a candle to you, alright? no one's ever made me feel the way you do."

and it was true. your entire relationship with jj, there was always an uneasy feeling in the depths of your stomach that made you feel like there was always someone else—and it was right, because there was kie. but with rafe? he made you feel like the only girl in the world. it was healing.

"not even jj?"

you chuckle and shake your head. "not even jj."

"and how do i make you feel, doll?" his head tilts to the side, an amused look on his face.

a smirk comes across your lips, eyes locking with his. "how 'bout i show you?"

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"what's gotten into you?" rafe smirks against your lips, your body rolling against him and your fingers entwined in his hair.

the two of you were now in the backseat of his truck, tongues dancing together while his hands roamed over your body.

you shrug, jokingly. "wine."

"damn, baby," he muttered. "should get you wine drunk more often."

without your lips ever leaving his, one of your hands trail down his body to slide over the hardness under his pants, eliciting a groan from him.

"don't tease me, pretty girl," he pulls away and shakes his head at you, the look in his eyes hungrier than you've ever seen them.

"i don't plan to," you smirk, hands coming between the two of you to begin unbuckling his belt.

you pull away from you and he leans back on the seat, as you position yourself on your knees, hands working at his belt to pull down his slacks and boxers. his cock springs free and you immediately wrap your fingers around it, rafe's hand landing on your back.

you slowly lean town to take him in your mouth, your mouth swirling around his length as you cupped his balls with your hand.

"fuckkkk," rafe groans, hand trailing up to gather your hair in a makeshift ponytail. "just like that, doll."

you swirl your tongue around his tip and lick up his length, making his head tilt back as he began guiding your head to bob up and down.

you feel the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat and you gag, only making rafe hotter.

you release him from your mouth, and tilt your head up to look at him as you began stroking his length up and down. "you gonna cum for me, baby?"

"uh-uh," rafe shakes his head and grabs your hand to stop you, before grabbing you by the waist to sit up so he could untie the back of your dress and pull it off you. "come ride me, pretty girl."

once your dress slips onto the floor of his truck, you move to straddle him, your soaked center hovering right over his tip.

he doesn't give you the chance to tease him, and grabs onto your hips to immediately push you down, his entire length sinking into you and making you throw your head back.

you begin rocking your hips against him and he groans, one hand moving up to grab your tit.

"oh rafe," you moan, your orgasm inching closer and closer as you tangle a hand into his hair and lean against him.

his lips connect to your neck and begins trailing wet kisses, his fingers pinching your nipple and heightening the pleasure you were already feeling.

"so close, baby," rafe whispers against you. "you gonna cum with me?"

"mhm," you nod, barely coherent as your high washes over you.

you tremble when rafe shoots his load and keeps you steady, his head falling against your shoulder.

"did that answer your question?" you pant.

you feel his smirk on your skin before he picks his head up to look at you. "oh yeah."

"and how do you feel about me?"

he brings a hand up and pushes you hair back, eyes scanning every inch of your face. "you're everything."

anddddd that concludes this little series... i think. i've considered writing an epilogue but it'd take place several years after this, so let me know if that's something y'all are even interested in. but until then, i'm very excited to start working on some new fics, so stay tuned :)

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[gyuhanniesworld]

livin’ like angels, lovin’ like devils

pairings: Mingyu!non-idol, Jeonghan!non-idol x reader

genre: 🔞 MDNI smut

warnings: porn!withoutplot, poly relationship, overstimulation, oral (m and f receiving), dom!mingyu, dom!jeonghan, sub!reader, mentions of a feast, unprotected sex (pls don’t do this! always cover up), penetration, anal, dacryphilia, squirting, if you’re not comfortable with mxm then you’re free to scroll down. pls tell me if i forgot to mention anything

an: hi! this is my 2nd fic here (since i’m too much of a coward to post the first one). i’m still pretty new to writing smut (i just really love reading them but writing them??). please, don’t be shy on leaving your reviews so i could make more (probably) and better ones in the future hihi. p.s. this was not proofread so im sorry ☺️

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“welcome home, princess!” was the first thing you heard when you entered your flat.

you just closed a deal with a big client today but you were also swamped with loads of paperwork. you were just so tired but seeing your boyfriend greeting you just took all of the tiredness away.

mingyu ran towards you and spun you around. you squealed and laughed at your cute boyfriend. “we just got the news! congratulations on that deal, baby. i knew you were working so hard for that.” he said as he littered your face with kisses. even after dating for over a year now, you would still get shy when he overloaded you with love and compliments.

“hey! it’s my turn, gyu.” another voice spoke behind him as mingyu placed you down. you smiled at jeonghan as he embraced you. “congratulations, baby. we got the news before we got home so..” he whispered to your head as he placed a kiss on your forehead. he took a step back and revealed the feast they prepared. you gasped as you saw the cake that said ‘that’s our princess!’.

you whipped around and enclosed both your boyfriends in a warm hug. “thank you so much, my loves.” you kissed each of them on the cheek and plopped yourself on a chair.

“someone’s hungry.” mingyu joked as he prepared the three of you a plate.

“i’m starving!” you perked while pouting to your other boyfriend who was behind you, massaging your back. you smiled as they started talking about their day and what happened in the office.

nothing could get better than this.

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you woke up with a moan.

you just felt something was different when you could feel the warm tongue of your boyfriend practically french-kissing your clit. another moan elicited from your mouth when another mouth enclosed itself on one of your nipples. both your hands were on their heads before you could think.

“well, good m- ugh morning to the both of you.” you practically sighed as you watched with half lided eyes both your boyfriends get to work. mingyu, who was slotted in-between your thighs, stopped his licking and smirked at you. “i see our princess is awake.” you took a hold of his hair and dragged his face towards you, kissing him with labored breaths.

“hey! what about me?” you stopped making out with the big man to see your beautiful and whiny boyfriend pout at you. “c’mere.” you took a hold of his neck and kissed him next. jeonghan whined at your mouth as you dragged a hand across his chest and towards the band of his underwear, slightly teasing him with some light scratching.

mingyu, who was abandoned for a while, resorted to kissing your neck while fondling with your other boob. you couldn’t resist the urge to grind on his front, making him grab onto your hips, grounding your plump back to his hardness.

“i see that both of you are needy this morning.” you say as you break your kiss from jeonghan. he takes this time to shuffle towards your aching slick and eat you out.

your head was going haywire with all of the overstimulating and you were going dumb. you were now on top of mingyu while jeonghan was making himself pretty busy with your aching nub.

“please, just fuck me already.” you sighed as the bigger man made you sit up and remove his undergarments. jeonghan placed a final kiss on you before removing his.

“want to take us both this early, baby?” jeonghan asked as he started to tie your hair back while mingyu slowly stroked his dick. you were salivating at the scene when jeonghan finished tying your hair, grabbing onto it and making you look up.

“you look so beautiful, princess. we’re gonna take care of you now, hmm?” he whispered as he claimed your mouth with his. you separated yourself from him to kiss your other boyfriend who was starting to look impatient. “you gonna break me, pretty boy?” you ask as he nodded and kissed you hungrily. he bit on your upper lip to make you open up. his tongue fighting with dominance as you try to keep up.

jeonghan took your hand and guided it to his leaking dick. you started stroking him and you could hear his quiet moans. mingyu broke the kiss and situated his head in between your legs again. “what are you doing, baby?” you asked him as he positioned himself below your wetness. “ride my face, princess. my face is your thrown.” he said as he basically forced you to sit on his face. you cried out as he swirled his tongue on you while jeonghan used the moment to thrust in your mouth. you shook as you looked into jeonghan’s eyes with tears in yours.

“awe. you’re loving this, aren’t you princess? getting your pretty pussy ate and your mouth fucked at the same time?” he cooed as he started to go deeper, into your throat. you nodded as did your best to take all of him into your mouth. you were starting to feel the familiar coil on the pit of your stomach when you took his dick out your mouth and sucked on his balls. jeonghan whipped his head back and released a low grown.

“yeah, suck on my balls. you just love having them in your mouth, yeah?” he gritted as he held your head while stroking his cock with the other. you cried as mingyu denied you of your release.

“you wanna come on my face, princess?” gyu asked as he started licking your ass, making your cry out more.

“please, daddy. make me cum. i’ll be a good girl, i promise.” you whimpered as you felt his mouth ghosting on your pussy while trying to please your other boyfriend.

“you gonna do anything we say, baby? anything?” jeonghan asked as he knelt by your side, kissing on your neck towards your chest.

“yes, daddy. i’ll do whatever you want.” you cried as you grew desperate for release. jeonghan chuckled as he looked at you with tears rolling down your face. “is it that bad, baby? you want both of our cocks in those pretty holes of yours?” he cooed as he grab a hold of your hair.

“yes, daddy! i want you both destroying both my holes! please, just fuck me hard.” you moaned as he swallowed your cries and picked you up, leaving you whining as your cunt was left unaccompanied.

“you think you can still stand up, princess?” gyu asked as he helped you up. you nodded as he captured your mouth for another kiss while jeonghan kneeled in front of your leaking cunt. he kissed you before enveloping the swollen nub in his mouth, moaning as he got a taste of you.

you were a crying mess and you looked so fucked out, it turned gyu on more. he was basically holding you up as he kissed down your neck and towards your back. “lean on the table and lift your leg up.” mingyu stated. you weren’t the most flexible person out there but when it came down to these two, you would probably in the olympics by now.

both of them were on you now and you just couldn’t so anything but cry. this was another level of overstimulating and you were so sick to be loving every bit of it. you loved the attention the both of then were offering you.

mingyu’s mouth was on your ass while jeonghan was preoccupied with your pussy, lapping and fingering it for his cock. “tell us how you’re loving this, princess. i wanna know how you’re feeling and how you want us.” jeonghan spoke as he continued lapping on your swollen clit.

you swallowed the pooling saliva on your mouth. “i love how you’re making me feel, daddies. i love how you’re fucking me with your fingers while daddy tongues my butt. i just want that both of you in me now. please.” you cried as you feel yourself shake with everything going on.

“i think that’s enough, babe.” jeonghan says as mingyu removed his mouth from your behind. he grabs a hold of mingyu’s neck as he goes in for a kiss. your eyes go wide and a moan was out of your mouth at this new scene. they were pretty much straight when the three of you got in this relationship and well, you didn’t know what was going on when you weren’t around. you were going to have a talk after this.

you watch as the two beautiful men made out. mingyu’s hands were exploring jeonghan’s body while jeonghan stroked the bigger man’s big cock. oh my god. you could feel yourself dripping from the scene as your hands subconsciously made their way towards your chest and your pussy. you were already going insane and they weren’t even inside you, yet.

“look, babe. our princess is so turned on with this right now.” mingyu said as jeonghan knelt in front of him, starting to take his cock in his mouth. you bit your lip to stop another moan from getting out as you saw your pretty boyfriend give head to the bigger one. you didn’t know why but you were so turned on and could just finish with just watching them.

“should we fuck her hard now?” jeonghan asked as he stood up and had his nipple sucked my mingyu. dear god, this was not good for your sanity.

“who said you could fuck yourself, huh, baby?” mingyu asked as he removed himself from jeonghan and strutted towards you. he removed your hands from your pussy and licked on your fingers. “please. make me cum, daddy.” you mumbled as he picked you up, opening you up for jeonghan, as well.

“you still okay, princess?” jeonghan asked as he took a hold of mingyu’s cock and brushed it over your pussy. both of moaned as you felt it push in your ass. you let our a scream as you felt the familiar stretch. mingyu had a beautiful long, tanned and thick cock while jeonghan had a prettier, longer but thinner cock.

“oh my god oh my god oh my god. fuck, you’re filling me up gyu.” you stammered as you felt him go in inch by inch. you were given a few seconds to breathe until another cock plunged in your pussy.

“fuck! you feel so tight, princess. i could just come right now.” jeonghan said as they started moving together. you didn’t have any other choice but to grab a hold of jeonghan’s neck and kiss him. you could hear mingyu groaning at how tight you are.

“you want us to cum in you, princess? does our pretty little cumslut want us to fill you up with our cum?” gyu asked with gritted teeth as he felt his end coming. you nodded as moaned with the two of them. they were in sync and were reaching the deepest parts of you. jeonghan’s breathing was getting shorter, a clear sign that he was cumming soon.

after a few more strokes, your bedroom was filled with cries and moans from the two of them but you were different. their paces were animalistic and as you were chanting their names, you felt yourself break loose. jeonghan moaned as you squirted on both his and mingyu’s cock.

“fuck! that was so hot, baby. didn’t know you could do that.” mingyu praised as he moved you up and down his cock, riding you through his orgasm. jeonghan smirked at the mess you made on him. you grew shy as he swiped his cock that had your release and placed it on his mouth, moaning at your combined taste.

mingyu slowly removed you from his cock and groaned as he took your fucked out state on your bed. you had your eyes closed and both of your boyfriends plopped themselves on either side of the bed.

“wow.” you said as you placed an arm over your forehead.

“you think you could still walk, princess?” mingyu asked as he kissed the side of your head. you chuckled as you open your eyes to see both your boyfriends staring at you adoringly. you propped yourself up to see the clock that read 10:34 A.M. you plopped yourself down on the bed and sighed.

“you made me late, again.” you stated. you heard the both of them giggle as they spooned you back to sleep.

you were definitely getting an earful from seungkwan tomorrow.

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[shes2real]

Drip ♡

Featuring 🌷: solo sikoa + female!reader

Warning ☁️: smoking & drinking, shower sex, drunk sex, dirty talk, daddy kink, unprotected p in v, cumshot, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, squirting, overstimulation, creampie, 18+ Minors, please don’t interact. Thanks! ୨୧

Word count 🌷: 1.3k

Scenario ☁️: Based on Drip by Ann Marie. Solo & his wife indulge in an erotic evening after leaving the club, intoxicated by lust.

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Taking off another outfit, she sighed in frustration as she scanned her wardrobe for the perfect ensemble for her night out with Solo. After a moment of deliberation, she settled on a vibrant pink mini-dress and did a small twerk into the mirror as she admired herself. Just as she began to feel more confident, Solo snuck up behind her, his arms enveloping her waist as he planted a tender kiss on her neck.

“You dancin’ in the mirror and shit, you gon do it on this dick.”

She laughed at his nasty joke before giving him a quick kiss. Solo's touch ignited a spark of desire within her, and she responded eagerly, “Yes daddy,”

With a gentle touch, he lifted her, his strength effortlessly supporting her weight, before setting her back down. He playfully bent her over and thrusted into her as if he was giving her backshots.

“Baeee!”

“I’ma get you right later, don’t even worry bout it,” He smirked, stealing a final glance in the mirror, Solo retreated to the bathroom to complete his attire.

After a while, the couple finally made their way to the bar, both dressed to impress. Entering the bar, they spotted their friends lounging by the hookah area, the dim lighting casting a cozy ambiance. The couple found themselves enveloped in a swirl of laughter and conversation with their friends. As glasses clinked and hookah smoke wafted through the air, Solo’s wife indulged in drinks, with each sip, she grew hornier. Her touch became more lingering, her movements more provocative as she teased and tempted him with every sway of her hips. Solo attempted to suppress her advances, though his resistance only seemed to fuel her desire further.

“Chill out ma,” He groaned as she grinded against his bulge. He gripped her hips as she leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

“Daddy please.“ She begged, her breath against his ear, while her cool tongue traced the contours of his face.

“Not here,” He demanded.

He knew tonight was gonna get crazy from the Hennessy she’s been sipping. Solo took a drag from the hookah as he tried to maintain his composure. Meanwhile, his wife pressed against him, her movements sending a rush of heat coursing through him.

“Wanna feel you when you deep inside it.” She slurred as she looked at him with desire.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she began to wine against him, the movement causing her dress to rise up, revealing more than intended. Solo masked his simmering anger with a facade of nonchalance, positioning himself behind her and pulling her close to cover her bare ass. Despite his outward display of affection, a storm raged within him, fueled by a mix of arousal and irritation.

With a firm grasp, he lifted her effortlessly, swiftly ushering her out of the club.

“I’ma fuck yo ass up.”

“You promiseeeee?” She giggled. He rolled his eyes, silently fuming as they made their way to the car.

As they drove home, she babbled and slurred all about their past sexual encounters. Solo's grip tightened on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched as he reprimanded her.

“Yo ass need some water or sum, damn.”

“Ooh, it taste like Aquafina, gon and take a sip,” She hiccuped before opening her legs. As he closed her legs with one hand and the steering wheel clenched tightly under the other, a low, guttural mutter escaped his lips, barely audible.

As they stumbled through the house, the faint aroma of the hookah smoke and perfume clung to their clothes. Despite his own slight intoxication, he moved carefully, guiding her as they made their way to the bathroom.

After a hassle, the couple finally made it into the shower. The warm water cascaded over her, gradually blocking the haze of alcohol yet only adding fuel to the heat radiating from between her legs.

“Can I have some dick, now?”

“Ma—

“Please?” She whined.

He turned her around, making her face the wall. Bending her body and sticking her ass out, she anxiously pressed herself against him. His hands moved down her spine, rubbing his length over her folds.

She stood on her tiptoes to allow him to slide in, leaning against the shower wall. With ease, he slides in and pushes her back against his dick.

“Yo shit drippin’,” He groaned.

Her pussy grips him tightly as she begins to throw it back on him, watching his every reaction.

Solo’s hand moves down to her clit, rubbing her as she moaned out and decided to throw it back harder against him. This angered him as he realized how much she’d been acting up today, he was supposed to be fucking her not the other way round.

He growled before grabbing her neck and slamming inside of her. Her eyes rolled as she screamed out, “Yessssss!”

“You like when I beat this pussy up?…”

No response, just broken sobs escaping from her mouth.

“Answer me.”

“Y-yes! Fuccckkkk,”

“Like it when you make daddy mad so he can get you right,” Solo increased his pace, fucking into her harder. Her trembling hand reached for his hand as he pinched her sensitive clit. She even tried to inch away from his powerful strokes.

“Why you running?” He chuckled, “Stop allat running. Take this dick, you wanted dis shit earlier.”

Her pussy clenched from the overstimulation, she began to chase her orgasm as she backed into his pelvis again. As her orgasm caused her actions to halt, Solo pulled out of her, gripped her by the ass, and picked her up.

Sliding his dick inside of her, he almost nutted, literally. She was still tight from her previous orgasm. His abdomen tightened as his fingers dug into her.

He decided to taunt her from her earlier remark. “You feel me deep inside you?”

She nodded as she gripped his shoulders tightly. He bit his lip as he fought his groans, “This how you wanted it?”

Her body began to shake as her face fell in between the crook of his shoulder, she was gonna cum again.

“Yes— Right thereeee!”

Solo’s hips continued to grind into her g-spot, “Right here, baby?”

She felt a continuous wave of pleasure wash over her as she chanted his name. Her body grew limp, her legs gave out. She was only being supported by Solo’s hold. But her orgasm didn’t stop him as his quickly approached.

"Fuck." he grunted. Quickly pulling out, she shakily got on her knees. She felt his fingers curl in her hair, holding her tight as he came deep in her throat. She tried to keep going before he yanked her head away. “You ain’t slick,” He laughed, breathlessly.

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Her knees were draped over his shoulders, her heels knocking against the muscles of his back, as he dominated her sore pussy.

She'd never been this wet. Solo’s stamina and her sex drive were so compatible. The sex was always amazing but tonight? Solo was giving her a run for her money.

"Daddy-“ she whined, "—I-it’s, please, it's too much, I—" She began clawing at his back as she pleaded for him to pull out. She was coming again, her body curled as he pulled out of her, with an endless gush of fluid escaping her. She was a twitching, sobbing mess. Solo was shocked, to say the least, she’s never squirted.

He rubbed small circles on her clit as he slowly slid inside of her. “You good, ma.”

He soothed her as she jerked, “Got yo ass squirtin’ and shit.”

He kissed her as each thrust overwhelmed him. Her pussy was so good, it was no way he was gonna pull out. As Solo finished inside her, he pulled out gently and collapsed next to her. Both of them were completely spent after their intense session, their chests rising and falling rapidly as they caught their breath. They lay there together, still feeling the sensations from the moments before, until eventually succumbing to sleep.

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Thanks for reading babe ☁️🌷

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[notboredhuening]

..MY TEDDY BEAR ྀི

synopsis; your cute little teddy bear beomgyu isn’t as cute and innocent as you thought.

pairing; innocent!subgyu x softdom!reader

tags; jerking off, overstimulating if you really think about it. praise, use of mommy like 3 times.

word count; 0.6k

song; love you twice - huh yunjin

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“in seven years time i’ll look back and wonder, why was i such a mess? unable to relaxxx~” beomgyu was incredibly talented, singing amazingly without putting in much effort. “damn beomgyu, you’re killing it!” you call over to him, causing him to stop his singing and blush, crawling over from his side of the couch to bury his reddening face in your chest, giggling profusely. “awh, not gonna say thank you, pretty boy?” you fake coo.

he lifts his face up, the fiery blush burning strong on his cheeks. “i-i .. thank you” he stutters. “good boy beomgyu.” you smile and kiss his forehead. “mmhm.” he giggled, laying his head back into your chest, kissing it a bit. “beomgyu, what are you doing?” you question. “nothing! sorry.” he stutters, the blush burning like a bonfire. “you sure?” you say, massaging his thigh to calm him down. “mhm..! i-i’ll be right back!” he blushes before running to the restroom.

you chuckle, sitting on the couch to scroll through tiktok silently, you seldom did it anyways, so you thought it would be a good change. You were sitting quietly, chuckling at some funny tiktok’s and giggling at some kpop idol edits (especially beomgyus) but before you could turn your phone off to go check on beomgyu, you heard a loud whimper coming from the bathroom. your smile fades as you worriedly get up and peek over the corner of the hallway. “gyu?” you call out. another whimper, a dropping noise. and some noises that sounded like water.

“gyu are you oka-?” you bust into the bathroom to check on beomgyu. he gasps, trying to cover himself. but oh there your sweet, innocent little teddy bear was, pants to his ankles, glistening and extra hard cock taken in his hands, whining at the painful feel of the fabric of his boxers scratching at his erection. “gyu..?” you suppress a laugh as his face lights up with a hot blush and he starts to stutter. “m-mm-miss i uh..’m sorry i just ..i uhm i couldn’t h-help it..yo-you know..?” he stutters. “oh my poor sweet precious little teddy bear” you fake coo. “come here, i’ll help you out with that.” you smile.

he whines as you push him gently onto the bed, stripping him of his boxers and the pants at his ankles. “my poor baby, how long has it been feeling like this?” you fake coo. “s-since you c-complimented my s-singing..” he stutters. of course. you’d forgotten he gets off on compliments.

beomgyu whines, lifting his hips up as you massage his painfully hardening cock. “my pretty boy, so hard for mommy yea?” you tease. beomgyu could’ve sworn your voice dropped like 10 octaves, but he couldn’t focus on that, you were pleasing him too much, rubbing his over sensitive tip. “mmh! please! please!” beomgyu whined. “does it feel good there? hm?” you toy and smile. “mommy! mommy please. oh please.” he whines, pre cum leaking out of his angry red tip. “what’s wrong?” you say, starting to slowly jerk him off, rubbing his tip with your other hands thumb. beomgyu jerks, moaning loudly and writhing in pleasure. “good boy beomgyu, you’re mommy’s good boy huh, isn’t that right?” you smile, seeing his pleasure stricken face. “‘m close..please please..” he says, his voice lower than a whisper.

“cum for me angel, cmon.” you say as beomgyu bucks his hips up, hot spurts of cum shooting out his aching tip. “can you do it again for me?” you ask.

and beomgyu knew he was in for a long ride.

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Unknown Pleasures Ch.2

You’ve had a crush on Katsuki Bakugo since joining UA, but will another student change your mind?

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The next school year had finally come, and it was time for Hitoshi to join the hero course. As excited as he was to begin his path to becoming a hero, he couldn't help but feel the universe was mocking him.

It started with his new dorm room assignment. He had been assigned to the empty room on the fourth floor. Which just so happened to be next to Katsuki's room. Then his seat assignment in class happened to be right behind yours.

Which might have been nice, if it didn't mean he had a front-row seat to seeing you fawn over Katsuki every damn day.

It was ridiculous how many times you gazed off to look at him during lectures. Fourty-two times in lecture today, he kept a tally.

Wherever Katsuki went, you were trailing close behind. Praising him, ogling over him, trying to be closer to him. It was painfully obvious to Hitoshi, he wondered why no one else picked up on it. Even worse, Katsuki did little to return any of your affections.

Maybe it wouldn't infuriate him as much if Katsuki reciprocated your affinity. Hitoshi did observe that Katsuki yelled at you slightly less than others and didn't complain about your presence slightly less than others. Be that as it may, it was still laughable compared to what Hitoshi knew you deserved.

Hitoshi winced at the way you'd prance over to Katsuki- books held tightly to your chest, skirt bouncing up and down, big doe eyes looking up at him. Just to have some snide remark thrown at you by the blond. Your smile instantly dulls, your shoulders drop, and your eyes become dreary.

Katsuki dimmed your light, and you didn't notice it, but Hitoshi did.

Yet, ever the gentleman, Hitoshi kept his distance since you had turned down his advance. Instead, he watched as you kept at your chase to win over the chihuahua's affection.

Until.

It was late at night. Late enough for you to be in trouble for being out of your room and on the boy's side of the dorms. Hitoshi heard your yells along with Katsuki's, followed by the slam of a door.

He tried to ignore it and tell himself it wasn't his business but he couldn't stand knowing you were in pain.

Hitoshi stood up from his bed to open his door. You were just passing his room and froze at the sound. Your eyes locked with his, they were puffy, red, and your face was damp with tears.

"You alight?" he asked. A dumb question he knew, but where else could he start.

"Me? I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me, general studies," you said with a weak smile and wink despite your disheveled appearance. Then your face caught a mischievous smirk as you said far too loudly, "Wow Shinso you finished your room up nicely."

He knew. He knew what you were doing, but- he didn't stop you as you padded into his room.

You wanted Katsuki to hear. You wanted to use him to make the blond jealous.

Why couldn't he stop you?

He wanted to be closer to you, but not like this.

"You really do like your music, don't you?" You asked, hands behind your back as you spun around his room reading the posters. "And... cats?" You asked with a teasing smile picking up a plushie cat on his bed.

"That was a gift," he said slightly embarrassed rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's cute, kinda looks like you. It's got that dead look in its eyes," you said playfully jumping up to sit on his desk.

Hitoshi didn't give into any of your teases though, "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked as he observed a few tears still forming in your eyes.

"I'm not the kind of girl that likes to talk," you said looking down to pet the stuffed cat.

Hitoshi nodded in understanding. He should have stopped there. Asked you to leave if you didn't want to talk. But- you stalked into his room. You were in his space. You asked for this.

"You know... you have options if he isn't treating you right," Hitoshi said boldly.

Your eyes snapped from the cat to his, taken off guard by his bluntness. You tried but no witty remarks came to mind, as Hitoshi stepped a bit closer.

"He doesn't appreciate you. Doesn't notice how you go out of your way for him, how your eyes light up when you see him, how you wait for him to acknowledge you. But I do. You give it away to him for free, but I would earn it, work for you, value you. Why don't you give something else a try?" Hitoshi suggested as he stood directly in front of you.

"Shinso, you don't understand," You muttered before new tears formed.

"I know- I don't know the whole story. What I do know is you're here crying because he made you cry. Aren't you tired of this?" he asked inching even closer, and gently wiped away a tear. "He was stupid to let you walk away," he said, eyes resting on your lips.

You knew you should leave. Your crush on Katsuki ran too deep, but Hitoshi's words played in your head like a song you'd been dying to hear, and you couldn't find the willpower to move away from him. "You're making a mistake," you spoke softly, heart rate increasing as he neared even closer daring to close the gap between you both.

"Let me," he whispered, closing the gap, lips pressed to yours.

You had time to pull away but didn't, it felt so nice. The affection you longed for so needed, the soft collision so wanted. Your hands moved on their own fingers interlacing with lavender strands. Pulling him deeper in.

The lavender was so pleasant.

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Almost There

Capullo!Riddler x Fem!Reader, word count: 4k commission: eddie desperately trying to get someone to like him, but failing a bit miserably before he starts succeeding, as he was always bound to 💚 commission me here! request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: whiny/desperate eddie, teensy bit of angst

With a sigh of resignation, Eddie looked out of his window on to the streets of Gotham below. People, like ants, below the feet of a God they didn’t even know they worshipped yet. But he could take very little joy in that usually comforting fact, as he knew there was one ant of great subordination who refused to bend to his will. And that was despite knowing everything he could offer them in exchange for their undying and unquestioning devotion.

No amount of anything he had would fix this situation. This was him now. He was stuck. Edward Nygma. Stuck. Stuck on a puzzle, on a question, on a task, for which there seemed to be no possible outcome for. Or at least, not one that he deemed reasonable, not one that he would be happy with. Which, after all, in the mind of the Riddler, was not the correct answer at all.

The phone he clutched in his hand was quickly tossed onto the nearest surface. It was just a hopeless distraction at this point. A symbol of futility. Of his seeming failure.

Eddie’s fingers were getting tangled in his fringe. The greasy strands of his usually neatly swept back shock of red hair were getting caught as he twisted and pulled at them. Teasing at them nervously, he paced around his pre-furnished, and entirely impersonal, apartment. Looking at the extravagant wall clock he sighed and groaned, letting it form a soft growl as he ripped a few extra strands of his hair out in his closed and trembling fists. He was thankful for the thick, soundproof walls in this building. It meant he could talk, or groan, or yell, to himself as loudly as he wanted without fear of anyone hearing his plans. Or his pathetic whining.

“How long does it take someone to answer a text? Is she really that stupid? And if she’s that dull and so incapable of typing a message out, do I really want to be associated with her?”

His self-serving insults regarding your intelligence only helped to make him feel worse about himself. You were perfect. Beautiful, but in a way he’d never really seen before. Interesting, more so than any other woman he’d bothered giving the time of day or willingly chose to get to know. And you weren’t stupid. In fact, you seemed scarily competent and able to hold your own against him. Which he hated.

Another thirty seconds of anxious pacing, as he wondered what could possibly keep someone busy for this long. It wasn’t as if you could have anything important to do. Or anything more important than responding to his message. You weren’t him, after all. He was the busy one, the important one, the mastermind genius that had barely had time to focus on anything but himself. What could possibly be distracting you?

With a finger raised almost comically in the air, one floating light bulb short of looking like a caricature, Eddie shouted out.

“Unless! Unless… she’s really not as stupid as I thought. And… all this… is a clever ploy! Oh! Oh-ho-ho! That is… well, that’s frankly almost brilliant. I hate to admit it, but credit where credit is due, I suppose.”

He picked up his phone from where he had tossed it, laying on the polished marble surface of the sideboard he hated so much but refused to give up, as he’d been assured by the realtor that it was something a woman would appreciate. And of course “a handsome bachelor such as himself would definitely be looking to entice a woman”. He was glad that realtor was dead.

Gripping the soft velvet on the back of the sofa, he leapt over it, landing with a thud with his legs up on the cushions, head leaning back on the soft pillows as his red hair spread messily behind him. And he held his phone steadily in his hands, trying hard to exude confidence, even falsified, just to give himself something to cling to.

Behind him, the large, floor to ceiling windows gave view of the sunset, which was slowly stealing the remaining light from Gotham and sinking it once again into complete, dangerous darkness. And as that beautiful sight disappeared, wasted entirely on Eddie, he typed a quick message out, one that he felt sounded casual, despite it being agonised over in his hyperactive mind.

“Hey, you get my text? Maybe you missed it. Maybe you missed it on purpose. I’m on to you, baby ;)”

He paused for a moment, reading over the words on the screen with a twisted expression of disgust.

“Hm… maybe not baby… at least not yet.”

Deleting the final word, he read the text again. And then again. And then once more, before he decided to delete the whole thing. Throwing his phone to the floor with an exasperated grunt, he realised that you might have been watching his little ellipses, the telling dots that screamed “HERE COMES EDDIE! TYPING ANOTHER MESSAGE! LOOK HOW DESPERATE HE IS!”

Up until recently, everything had been going exactly his way. He’d scammed his bosses, embezzled expertly from the company that owed him everything and had until that point given him nothing, and bought himself a luxurious and ridiculous apartment that he had wild dreams of turning into a bachelor pad, with endless parties that revitalised every night with new guests and new drinks and new experiences. Money hadn’t quite been enough to buy him the necessary friends or women, however. Although, when he thought about it, technically his money had bought him the company of several pleasant enough women. But it felt like an offence to him that he had to pay for their services, to beg, essentially, for their affections, and then had to add on an extra few if he wanted to have them pretend to listen to him as he talked to them. By his calculations, women should have been falling for him. They should have been paying him for the opportunity to be talked at. He was Edward Nygma! He was intelligent, he was handsome, and now, he was wealthy.

Realistically, there was an obvious solution here. And an easy one at that. He could go out, flash some cash, and find the first suitably pretty girl who reacted positively to his shtick or his flaunted wealth and take her home. But that routine had gotten old, it felt like those cheap sudoku puzzle books you could buy at the corner store. Easy, too easy. Though he might be loathe to admit that to anyone, given that he felt it was part of his reputation, his lore, his borderline misogynistic use of woman as a status symbol as an essential aspect of his character by this point. In his illusions of grandeur, and his misinformed concept that everyone knew who he was, he felt like everyone knew that about him, this staple of his personality, especially the girls at the clubs he frequented when his loneliness became intolerable. What Eddie wanted in a woman reflected his desires for the entirety of Gotham, and eventually the world. He wanted immediate adoration with nothing in return. An endless willingness to please him. And key, above all: subservience. Complete and utter subservience.

So why was he all of the sudden chasing someone who refused to give him the time of day? Who couldn’t even reply to a text with due diligence? He mused out loud, pondering this interesting conundrum, before he spoke his assumed answer.

“The… challenge? Maybe?”

As he spoke the answer to his empty apartment, he realised the confusion within him. One part of him knew the answer, the other too stubborn to learn it or accept it. He supposed it was the right answer though. It made sense, after all. Everything had been too easy lately. Very little ever posed a threat or a challenge to him anymore. And life had, unfortunately, become boring. Perhaps the fact that his plans and dreams were falling into his lap made him question whether or not he was actually achieving anything. This one act, going against the grain, against everything that he was, and wanted, to his core, felt like the first time he had actually engage his brain in something. And that was good practice, because sure enough, when his greater plans were in motion, he would have to be well-versed in thinking on his feet. Especially if he wanted to outwit the GCPD and his future, pointy-eared nemesis.

And of course, besides all of that, he was Edward Nygma. There wasn’t a puzzle he couldn’t solve, no challenge he couldn’t eventually meet. The last thing he was going to do was let some ungrateful woman get him down. No way. Even if it took all of his determination and might, and every ounce of his brain power, which as previously concluded was not really up to much else at the moment, he would have you.

With a renewed, and somewhat misplaced, sense of confidence in his abilities, something he found hard to admit had even been diminished in the first place by your ridiculous behaviour, Eddie typed a simple message. Admiring it before sending it as though it were a piece of minimalistic art. A masterpiece. One to be looked on by the ages.

“Hey.”

That was enough. And quite frankly, it was all you deserved right now after your negligence and rude behaviour. He would let you come running to him. Let you get intrigued by his casual interest. You could – no­ – you would come to him. As he sat, grinning smugly at his self-congratulatory pride, his phone pinged. The small chime was enough to make him jump, his heart thumping as it missed a beat, a strange sense of arousal that surged through him at the mere suggestion of you paying a tiny iota of attention to him. And as he picked up his phone, he muttered to himself.

“A response already! See, Nygma, you know what you’re doing.”

Looking at the screen of his phone, his grin was immediately forced down by the immense emotional gravity into a large, comical frown, his brows scowling as he read the brief message you had decided to grace him with.

“What do you want?”

Seething, and through gritted teeth, Edward hissed into the empty apartment.

“Oh, you little…”

He managed o stop himself before he said something even he might have regretted. But still, enraged by your lack of interesting and your crude wording, Eddie felt his fingers tense around his phone painfully. Any more pressure, or strength in his slender body, and he may have cracked the device in half. Relaxing his digits, he typed a quick message in response, pleased with himself, but still deeply upset with yours. If that’s how you wanted to play it, then you could get ready to be met with a formidable opponent.

“Sorry, might be the wrong number. I have two girls’ numbers in my phone right now without names yet… which one are you?”

That would show you. False competition for his attention might engage you better. If you thought there was even the most slender, most remote chance, that you might not get to be with him, then it might encourage you to a little bit more receptive. Or at least, slightly more polite. But your response, coming incredibly quick, only served to snuff out that idea.

“I’m the one you should delete and block.”

“Fuck!”

Eddie tossed the phone once more, letting it land with a thud on the soft carpet on the floor as he rolled over on the sofa, burying his head in the cushions and letting out a variety of grunts and groans, though mostly mewling and pathetic whimpers. After a suitable amount of time spent feeling sorry for himself, and trying to convince his own ego that the backfiring of that particular approach was down to your difficult personality, he rolled back over. Staring blankly at the ceiling, he tugged nervously at his hair again as he tried to reason with the silence.

“Come on, Nygma. Solve the puzzle. She’s a Rubik’s cube, and you need to get your fingers all over her, twist her the right way until she makes sense.”

With an exasperated sigh, he reached to the floor and picked up his phone. There was a chance, he thought, that being himself might, for the first time ever, work when dealing with a woman. After all, it was foolish to keep trying the same methods and approaches, madness to think it might yield different results. Something completely different, something out of left field. A shock factor. It might just be the thing to loosen you up.

“Perhaps…”

Delighting in the idea that perhaps he was the solution to the puzzle after all, he typed out a new message. Very flirty, very cheeky, and typically Eddie all over.

“Oh!  It’s you. I’d recognise that attitude anywhere. Spicy. Off-putting. I won’t be deleting you, so what do you want your name to be in my contacts? Would ‘babe’ do?”

You were typing already. Hook, line and sinker. He had you, and even if you were only replying in order to tell him off, at least you were communicating with him. It was better than nothing. And it meant he might have another chance before you decided to block him.

“Absolutely not.”

“Ok then. What about ‘cutie’?”

“If you think ‘cutie’ suits me, then I think you still have my identity mistake.”

“Ok, fine then. If we’re going for descriptive accuracy, how would ‘Stone Cold Bitch From Hell’ suit you?”

The back and forth stopped. There was no immediate response from you, and panic began to settle in Eddie’s chest. If this backfired, it would take a lot to come back from it, effort he wasn’t sure he was ready to put into even a committed relationship let alone a hook-up with someone he barely knew. Even he might not be able to rescue this situation from the hole he had dug for it. Maybe, he should have clarified it was a joke. Text you back immediately with a smile and a laughing emoji. After all, not everyone was as intelligent as he was, and the nuances of his humour did often go unrecognised or misconstrued, through no fault of his own obviously.

When his phone finally pinged, Eddie held his breath as he looked at the screen, his skin dimpling and his hairs standing on edge as he waited for the disastrous consequences of his actions to rear their ugly head.

“Actually, that one kind of suits me. Maybe you’re a bit more perceptive than I thought you were. And don’t get excited, because that really isn’t saying a lot.”

With a smug grin washing over his face, Eddie elected not to respond any further than sending you one solitary winking face. That would do, for now. He had to take it slowly, even still. Weeks of pandering to you, of trying to be someone else. And now, finally, he found out that you were one of the rare few who responded positively to his true self. A woman of refined taste, it seemed. But he was still wary, cautious.

As he got himself ready for bed, he thought back on how much time he had wasted so far on you, trying to convince you that he was perfect for you from behind a façade that you clearly had no interest in. He’d learnt the lesson, yet again, the hard way. Be himself.

“Be yourself, Eddie. That’s how you’ve won everything you have so far in life. Who can resist your charms? I mean, come on!”

He grinned wide into the mirror above the sink, shooting himself a quick wink, sly smile spreading further. He brushed his teeth quickly, spitting into the basin before focusing his attentions back on his reflection, picking at his teeth and combing back his hair before stopping to pose in front of the mirror. He flexed his almost non-existent muscles, self-obsession and illusions of grandeur once again assuring him he had the body of an Adonis, and then he laughed.

“I am genuinely almost jealous of her. She gets to be with this! Hoe wonderful for her. I truly am a gift.”

Thoroughly enamoured with himself, he took his self-satisfaction and headed to his bed to celebrate it in the disgustingly lewd way only he could. And, surprisingly, beyond the thoughts of how wonderful he was, he was thinking of you as he congratulated himself over, and over again.

And he was still thinking of you in the morning when he woke up. It had been a long time, concerningly so, since someone other than himself, or that ridiculous vigilante with his tight-fitting costume and penchant for leather, had been able to steal the focus of his attention. The excitement at the novelty of the situation had him giddy as he got out of bed. Purposefully ignoring the pull of desire to check his phone for any notifications, he opted to primp and preen first. The longer he held off checking, the longer he could live in ignorant bliss of the true, and potentially heartbreaking, outcome.

“Schrödinger’s booty call…”

He winced at his own joke, the thought of it distressing him. What if that’s all he could get out of you, in the end, after all of this?

“OK, but do I really want more?”

Yes was the answer to that, although his empty apartment could hardly scream that back at him. This was beyond a quickie, a one-night stand with someone he found physically enticing. He had deeper feelings for you, maybe only slightly underneath his callous and crude surface. But they were definitely there. What they might amount to in the future even he couldn’t be sure of yet. But all he knew was that once with you would not be enough. Not for the trouble he considered himself having gone through for you.

Finally dressed and smothered in his obnoxious cologne, Eddie turned his attentions back to his bedroom as he left the ensuite to find out whether he had a reason to live this morning. And if you hadn’t replied, his plans to destroy Gotham would be enacted far sooner, spurred on by your cruelty.

Luckily, however, for the citizens of Gotham and Eddies own ego, given that with so little preparation he was sure to fall flat on his face if he commenced his grand scheme so early, he had one message and it was from you.

“Nygma. That’s right, consider yourself lucky that I remembered your name. You’re good with computers, yes? I seem to recall you bragging about it.”

“Ha ha! I’ve got you now!”

A typical ploy! How many times had he asked for help from someone, which he never needed given he was the smartest and most competent person who had ever lived, just to get closer to them or to spend time with them? Far too many for him to count. He was very aware of what you were trying to do. And he was more than happy to play ignorant, to play along and give you what you so clearly wanted.

On the edge of his seat, quite literally he realised as he shuffled back into the centre of his bed, his fingers tapped quickly, furiously, as he replied to your message.

“Obviously, of course I am. It’s kind of my thing. Although, you obviously knew that.”

Was he too smug? Maybe… But you clearly liked him. It was impossible for you to deny it now. It was only a matter of time before he lured you into his web and kept you there… willingly of course… unless…

Eddie’s more villainous daydream was cut short, thankfully, by the slight vibration of his phone against his palm, a tingle sent through him like an electric shock as he took a breath and looked to his screen, or looked to his future.

“Great. Is this guy any good? I need someone to fix my laptop and he looks competent.”

Attached to your words was a screenshot of some less man, the Computer King he was calling himself, who was offering extortionate prices for no doubt shoddy, subpar work, regardless of what it was that you needed.

Were you joking? He couldn’t be sure. It could be an effort to make him jealous, retaliation for his own efforts the night before. It felt as though you were goading him into offering himself up on a platter, detailing his skills and positive attributes like you were interviewing him for the job of “gracious boyfriend”. And that just wouldn’t stand, not even…

“It would stand though. Only for her. But still, irritatingly so…”

Laying back in his bed with a soft thump, he clutched the phone to his chest, reminiscent of how he had been the night before, and so many other moments leading up to this one. You were in his head, and he could feel you slipping into every other facet of his being. But still, he was slightly pissed off with your constant back and forth, your cold attitude, flaunting the concept of communication in front of him and then snatching it away cruelly with the suggestion that you’d be giving it to some other, lesser, man.

Fed up, and already annoyed at this early hour, he typed a droll message.

“Yep. He’d be good enough for you, anyway.”

With a falsified grin that faded into a genuinely emotional frown, he placed his phone down and went to the kitchen to grab some coffee. He managed to convince himself he’d done the right thing. Pretending to be proud of himself, he sipped slowly, a dramatic “ah” at the end of each slurp as he continued the farce. Who he was performing to, he wasn’t even sure himself. But given that he spent most of his time in solitary isolation, self-congratulatory arrogance with the aim of tricking himself into feeling comfortable was the least strange thing he did alone.

When he realised he hadn’t heard his phone chime, though, he began to feel tense and nervous. He was fidgeting, tapping the edge of his coffee mug with his fingers, shaking his leg, his foot bouncing on the ledge of the breakfast bar. One moment of, albeit in his mind rightfully placed, anger, and he’d undone his weeks of hard work.

“Idiot, idiot, idiot.”

In a rare moment of self-reflection that bordered on a breakthrough, Eddie considered his life as a whole, and how many things had actually gone right for him. The years of slaving away at a job that didn’t respect or value him, his tortuous formative years filled with bullying and excommunication from every social group he had tried to enter, his lack of luck in social situations with anyone he dared to interact with, his formidable and deeply unloving parents. The possible, but likely inevitable, end to his great schemes when the vigilante of Gotham decided to crack down on him. Surely, all of these amounted to an understanding that Eddie might just not be lucky, or made for good fortune. Or, could it be that Eddie was the problem? That he was the common denominator in all of the unfortunate things in his life?

It was a self-hating thread that he rarely pulled, for fear that his entire existence would become unravelled. But then, a glimmer of hope as he heard the chime, finally.

Tripping over himself in a bid to reach the phone as quickly as possible, he read the message wide-eyed and hopefully.

“I don’t want to regret this, Eddie. You seem to not understand. If I get another guy to look at my laptop for me, then I can meet you for a coffee while he works on it. You seem like you might be adequate entertainment for an hour. And besides, I feel like hating myself today. So?”

Eddie’s wide smirk pressed into his cheeks as he sighed dreamily. With any luck, you’d be willing to commit to hating yourself every day if he could just make sure this date went well. And since he had already managed to get this far with you, he assumed his natural charms would see him the rest of the way.

#finnie writes #riddler #the riddler #riddler x reader #riddler x you #edward nygma #zero year riddler #zero year!riddler #capullo riddler #capullo!riddler #riddler smut #x reader

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Can you please write something where Rhys and Feyre discipline/spank there mate(the one that’s in your other shots) please!!

(with there hand and maybe a hairbrush too)

Warnings: spanking, degradation, definite daddy kink, mdni, spanking, discipline

Words: 533

Summary: Rhys pulls you aside to remedy your little attitude.

You bite down hard on your bottom lip as another hot smack came to your ass.

Each slap of Rhys' hand makes your pussy wet, overriding whatever pain you may have felt.

In spite of your best efforts, small squeaks and squeals escape you. Rhysand's smacks were still louder than any noise coming out of you.

Bent over his knee, you recall the devious expression on Feyre's face when Rhysand had led you away from the living room as others grew consumed with their drinks and merriment. You knew you were in for quite the punishment for teasing your high lord so much during dinner.

In your defense, Feyre Darling did egg you on. She fully knew what she was doing and what would happen to you as a consequence. A red ass and a dripping cunt. What a sadist your beloved could be.

After the last swat to your rear, you feel Rhysand's fingers massage your slippery pussy. You can't help but arch your back from his ministrations, quickly forgetting that he'd just been viciously spanking you seconds ago.

That earned you a smack to one of your buttcheeks. "This is punishment, sweetling. You're not supposed to enjoy it." Rhysand mentions cheekily.

You hate that your immediate reaction is to whine like a brat. To your horror, Rhysand's dark chuckle makes your pussy drip against his hand.

"You really do like to test me, don't you?"

Feeling him move, crane your head to look at him. To your horror (and horniness), you see him pull his arm back to reveal a rectangular hairbrush in his hand. You want to ask him where he had been hiding that but he swiftly uses it to paddle your already sore ass.

A hiss breaks your voice. Your nails claw at his leg. Before you could really concentrate on the strike, you feel the flat end of the brush repeatedly tap against your pussy. They weren't as sharp as the smack to your ass.

Rhysand slides it across your pussy one last time before returning his attention to your reddened rear. You noticed the flat side of the brush had an engraving of a rose and thorns. No doubt the image was printed on your skin.

Without warning, Rhys moves you so that the bottoms of your feet touch the floor. From the sudden motion, you’re unsteady at first only being supported upright by Rhys’ strong hands. You’re reeling with a light head and sore bum. There was also the glossy mess between your legs that you knew Rhysand would not allow you to clean. He wanted you to walk back out for Feyre to sniff out your arousal.

“Go on. I’m sure Feyre Darling and the others have been waiting for us.”

“But… everyone else will smell…” you motion to the mess you’d already made of your panties.

He finds you devastatingly adorable as you fretfully glance at the bedroom door. “What will they smell, dove?” Rhysand practically purrs.

Your brows drop to a glare aimed at him. Huffing, you turn your back on him, and reach for the doorknob. Face already red knowing that Cassian was not going to let you live this down.

#reader insert #reader insert fanfiction #acotar fanfiction #acotar fanfic #rhys acotar #rhysand acotar #rhysand fanfiction #rhysand x reader #acotar #a court of thorns and roses fanfiction #a court of thorns and roses reader insert #a court of thorns and roses x reader #a court of thorns and roses fanfic #a court of thorns and roses #feyre fanfiction #feyre fanfic #feyre acotar #feyre archeron #feysand

[sagethegaywitch]

Yandere Diasomnia Headcanons

GN reader

TW: yandere behavior, stalking, killing mentioned, threatening mentioned

Genre: yandere

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Malleus Draconia:

He’s a mysterious fellow, but he’s been watching you for a while now.  He’s seen you take midnight strolls around the school, wandering aimlessly and pausing every so often to look at the stars.  He’d probably appear out of nowhere and make a comment about the specific constellation you’re looking out. After you react to the unwelcomed presence, you two would strike up a conversation.

He would invite himself to the rest of your evening stroll and continue to point out star constellations and give you a brief history lesson about their shape and who named them.

Eventually, this first midnight walk sparked a nightly ritual between you two.  He never told you his name, so you’ve given him the nickname Horton/Tsunotarou until he’s comfortable to tell you.

When night turns to day, you always have trouble finding your midnight buddy during the school day.  After the first week you stopped looking for him and just asked him during one of your strolls.  He brushed it off saying that he has an unfortunate reputation and would prefer you to know the real him.

Even though you may not see him during the day, he’s always watching you.  He’ll peek around the corners of the hallway to peek at you walking to your class with your friends, but it’s kind of odd for the fifth most powerful mage to be sneaking around like that.

Because of his stalking habits, Lilia catches on very quickly that something is up and will stalk Malleus while he’s stalking you to find out.  Eventually Lilia will put all the puzzle pieces together and come to the conclusion that Malleus has a crush on you, which starts his unrelenting teasing.  Malleus will usually just smile at Lilia’s words without ever speaking if it's the truth or not.

Sebek and Silver only catch on after Lilia figures it out.  They’ve noticed Malleus’ late night strolls and they’ve seen the light blush that decorates his faces sometimes, but they thought their Master was just being a bit weird.  Sebek will be outraged that a human could cause such a great fae to act this way while Silver will just shrug and congratulate Malleus.

Loves to give you fae gifts and will always teach you the meaning behind each gift.  He understands that there is a common misconception that faes trick humans without telling them the difference in customs, so he wants you to feel comfortable when receiving gifts from him.

In return he wants you to explain the meaning of human traditions to him as well, like birthday parties and gift giving customs.  He enjoys learning the difference between cultures and even tries to give you some more human gifts as well.

One of his first human gifts to you was actually a tamagotchi that he saw at Sam’s shop that reminded him of you.  Now you two match and he helps you raise your virtual pet, thinking of it almost like your virtual child.

Gets very pouty and distant when jealous, and will sulk around for the rest of the day.  If you miss one of your nightly walks or you’re hanging out with others too much, he gets very jealous but he can’t lash out.  He can’t intervene because he doesn’t want to scare his classmates more than they already are of him.

If someone started to touch you inappropriately or try to make you their partner, only then would he appear.  He doesn’t care if he’s blowing his cover, he refuses to let anyone take you away from him.  His presence will quickly scare off the competition, but now you will know who he is.

When he reveals that he is actually the Malleus Draconia, he’ll act all bashful and will await rejection.  Luckily for him, you don’t have much knowledge of Twisted Wonderland so you will continue to accept him as your friend, the only difference now is that you know his real name.

He loves it when you call him by his real name, although he does miss the endearment of his nickname.  He’s so happy that you’re not afraid of him and his magic, and this only shows that you must truly love him to listen to him rather than the rumors.

If his rivals are not threatened off by his mere presence, he’d quickly smite them.  He is the fifth most powerful mage in the world for a reason.  It’ll be a quick death, something like instant evaporation because he doesn’t want to waste time killing someone instead of watching after you.

Overall, Malleus may act all elegant and regal, but deep inside he’s just a reserved man who’s very afraid that he’d lose the only friend who isn’t scared of him.  He has a Danger Level of 7/10 only because of the power he holds.  It takes a lot to really piss him off, but he’s quick to react when a line has been crossed.  In the end, he just really wants to be loved and understood, and he thinks you’re the cure to the loneliness that has been plaguing him for years.

Lilia Vanrouge:

This man has seen many things in the many centuries he has been alive, but he’s never seen someone as interesting as you.  You definitely caught his interest during the fiery incident at the beginning of the year, and he’s always been following you since.

He thinks that the fact you’re magicless is very interesting because he’s seen the great potential that humans have to learn complicated magic.  He hopes to see you flourish at Night Raven College and learn how to command the magical world around you.

He’s not a very good stalker, but that’s because he does it on purpose.  You always see him ducking behind a corner too slowly, barely making an effort to really hide that he was watching you.  It might make you uncomfortable at first, but after he introduces himself to you, a beautiful friendship begins.

You can sense that he has a really old soul with all the wise words he has to offer and how he treats his close Diasomnia friends.  He will always lie about his age when you ask, but now you can see the way his smile becomes more genuine when you try to guess how old he is and the way he directs his gaze a bit when you guess a little too close for comfort.  You never push the topic past a comfortable teasing, but you know when to stop when he gets uncomfortable.

Unlike Malleus who takes the time to teach you fae traditions and customs, Lilia will leave you little fae gifts and let you try and guess what they mean.  He playfully rests his head on your shoulder as you open it and question the seemingly bizarre gift.  Eventually after a few guesses, he’ll tell you what it means and will get lost in his memories as he recounts an old tale that reminds him of the gift.

He will also give you his cooking as a gift, which comes with its fair share of warnings from Silver that it's actually deadly, but you accept the gift either way.  Just to be nice, you’ll always take a small bite of the treat and offer a strained smile which always brightens Lilia’s mood.  When he’s gone, you have to secretly dispose of the bad cooking.

Will be ecstatic if you teach him how to cook properly, and will take all of your cooking lessons to heart.  If his cooking improves even just a bit, you will have a lot of Diasomnia members offer you thank you gifts for sparing them from Master Lilia’s terrible cooking.

He loves to spend time with you, either taking you for a quick fly around the campus or you helping him dye his hair, and enjoys every second of it.  He likes it even more when you stay over at his dorm and he gets the chance to sing you a lullaby, easing you into a gentle and peaceful sleep.

Is not really jealous because he knows that he’s your only best friend.  He’s always hovering around your shoulder and hanging upside down to make you laugh. How could he not be your best friend?

If someone were to get in the way of your relationship, like trying to ask you out, he’s quick to be at their shoulder, whispering in their ear with a smile about all the ways he could hurt them.

Lilia was a general for a fair majority of his life, so he’s no stranger to methods of torture or murder.  He’s fully equipped to end someone’s life, but he likes toying with his rivals and giving them many chances so he feels justified when he kills them later.  If he finally does resort to killing someone, it would be drawn out but not messy, he just hates cleaning up bloody messes.

Overall, he’s an older fae who misses the naivety and innocence of his younger days, but luckily he has you to help him feel more youthful.  He has a Danger Level of 7/10 because he has a high tolerance for annoying rivals, but he’s very menacing when he feels threatened.  While you may enjoy spending time laughing with him, he’ll be busy laughing at those who dare try to take you away from his safe embrace.

Sebek Zigvolt:

Although he openly discusses how he does not like humans, he finds you tolerable when he learns that Malleus enjoys frequent nightly strolls with you.  He first started to stalk you to see if you were a suitable and appropriate companion for his Young Master.

During the first few weeks of this stalking, he noticed that you were just a normal human with nothing really special about them.  He deemed you a good friend and didn’t interfere with these late night walks because he knew you were not a threat.

Since watching you became a kind of habit, he had a hard time returning to his normal schedule.  The more he watched you, the more he observed how clumsy of a human you were, always making mistakes and getting in trouble.  He soon brought it upon himself to protect you from yourself and any other dangers that you seemed to draw to yourself like a magnet.

He’s not the best at sneaking around because of his loud voice and large stature.  You’ll often see him hiding behind trees with his broad shoulders sticking out, and you just brush it off as a weird fae thing.

When he eventually musters up the courage to befriend you, he’s blushing and tripping over his words.  He still projects his voice so that half of the school can hear it, but you laugh off his formal request and accept him into your group of friends.

He doesn’t mind the other members of your friend group because he’s mostly focused on you, but he does keep a close eye on them to ensure they don’t suddenly become a threat.

He doesn’t really understand friendship because he has been in a master-servant relationship for so long.  In his mind, he has appointed you as his Master (but he still puts Malleus over you) and always stands protectively at your shoulder.  You often have to remind him to let loose and just enjoy the moment.

Because he’s always watching you from a distance or by your side, he’s quick to pick out any dangers towards your safely.  He’ll often be yelling at Ace, Deuce, and Grim for trying to drag you into another perilous adventure, and he’ll lead you away from the troublemakers, maybe even going as far as reporting them.

He’s not the jealous type because he only views himself as your humble servant.  Even when he does get that feeling in his chest, he doesn’t quite know what it means.

He goes to Lilia for help, and Lilia will be ultimately unhelpful because Sebek will just decide to use violence against those that make him jealous.

After a while of tolerating those that like to take your attention away from him, Sebek will start to corner them in the dark hallways and will, probably for the first time in his life, quietly threaten them, his blank stare and soft voice probably scaring them the most.

If threatening does not work, he is not afraid to strike them down with either his hand or a sword.  He won’t realize the mess he’s made until after the deed, but he will take extra care to clean the area and dispose of all evidence.  After the murder, he will often approach you and tell you that he’s kept you safe again and would like a reward in return, much to your confusion.

For a much larger man, he surprisingly loves it when you gift him small human trinkets.  He has a fondness for the small size of the objects and has a special case for them in his room, right under his large portrait of Malleus.  In return, he will give you fae baubles, mostly jewelry, that he loves to get on one knee, as a formal gesture, to put on your fingers, wrists, neck, and so on.

Overall, his innocent background checking soon became his obsession as he frequently wondered what you were up to and if you were being safe.  He has a Danger Level of 8/10 because of his delusional nature and urge to protect you from everything and people who might not even be a threat.  While he may be Malleus’ servant, the more time he spends with you, the more he values your safety over his Young Master's.  You’ve got a protector for life, and while some of your friends may mysteriously disappear, Sebek will always remain by your side.

Silver:

Just because he’s plagued by sleepiness doesn’t mean that he can’t care for you.  He first probably met you when he fell asleep during class and you were the only person to stay behind to wake him up.  Because he still looked so sleepy, you offered to walk him back to his dorm so he could lay down and rest for a bit.  Although Sebek took Silver away from you before you could ensure he got to his bed safely, Silver still remembers your act of kindness.

From then on, he would often take the seat next to you in all of your shared classes.  He always tries to actually take notes and stay awake, but he always succumbed to the sweet grasp of sleep.  But it was worth it to awaken to your gentle voice and kind face every time.

Because of this frequent exchange, you became best friends with him to make sure he wouldn’t fall asleep in any dangerous spots.

Loves to take naps with you, often laying on your lap if it’s in class or sharing a bench on one of the gardens during lunch for a quick afternoon snooze together.  You indulge his behavior because you know he can’t help it, plus you always feel refreshed after your daily afternoon naps.

On days when you help him back to his dorm, he will often grab your hand and force you into bed with him.  He drags you by your wrist and pulls you under the covers where he’ll say that you're warm or that he wants to hug something while sleeping.  While he may be unconscious, he’s still very strong and you don’t have much luck getting out of his hold.

As an “apology” for forcing you to sleep with him, he will give you plush pillows with the best pillow cases and really soft blankets to help ease you to sleep and make you more comfortable beside him.  In return, you will give him nicely scented candles to help him relax and some self-care items like face masks to cleanse the face and eye masks to block light.  You two often have sleepovers where you perform self-care on each other before enjoying a deep sleep.

He isn’t really interested in stalking you, but he might ask Sebek to keep an eye out for you without really giving him a good reason.  He knows he won’t be able to stay awake long enough to follow you around constantly, but knows he can trust Sebek to ensure your safety.

He’s a bit too sleepy to be jealous of others, but he will suddenly be alert if you take a nap with someone else.  If Leona dragged you into the greenhouse to use you as a pillow or if Deuce and/or Ace got kicked out of their dorm and now have to sleep in your bed, Silver is wide awake and offended.

He views the time you share in dreamland as a sacred ritual only between you two.  He will not tolerate any others getting too comfortable with you.

When he does get jealous, the worst he’d probably do is call upon his animal friends to cause some minor inconveniences.  From birds shitting on a rival's head to them getting chased by an angry raccoon, Silver isn’t really out to physically harm anyone too bad.

If he is pushed to violence, he’d probably ask Sebek to help him get rid of enemies by claiming he caught them trying to harm Malleus.  While he does have training similar to Sebek’s and he would be able to kill those he views as lowly, he finds it much more enjoyable to watch the murder than actually commit it.  Plus, Sebek is just so easy to convince to do the deed, especially when he’s told it's Malleus’ safety that is involved.

Overall, he may be a sleepy boy, but he is not to be underestimated.  While he uses his sleepiness as a way to get closer to you, he can be awake when he needs to deal with any competition.  He has a Danger Level of 7/10 because while the odds of someone invading your naps together are low, when it does happen, he does not hesitate to react with brutality.  As long as you let him cuddle with you when he sleeps, you’ve got a sleepover buddy for life.  But when will you notice his possessive grasp on you each time you drift off in his hold?

#male reader #female reader #gn reader #yandere #twisted wonderland #xreader #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #sebek zigvolt #silver #diasomnia

[anisangeldust]

Lavender Haze 𝜗𝜚⋆

did i have every intention to post this on 4/20? yes. but did i get so faded that i’ve had severe brain fog for the last day and a half? also yes 🫶🎀

Summary: Coriolanus sees you at a party with a particularly rough group of people and he just has to have you.

Pairing: Dealer!Coriolanus x Fem!Reader (Modern AU, Innocent!reader)

Warnings: DRUG USE AND ABUSE!, (mentions of: cocaine, weed, heroin, cigarettes, oxy/percs, and others), Mention of guns, mention of murder, mentions of ODing, mentions of rape, smut (p in v, fem!receiving oral) CNC/dub-con, impact play, masochism, minor gun kink.

A/N: dipping my toe into darker themes! happy late 4/20! (smoke responsibly)🎀🎀

It was painfully obvious you didn’t belong here, from the cloud of smoke settled around everything in the room, to the stray bottles of little white pills the attendees were popping like candy. It was all so foreign to you.

If your friends weren’t here, you’d have gone home the second you were invited in.

Coriolanus had been watching you, he was perfectly hidden in plain sight. Your cute little pink dress was like a magnet to his icy eyes, and the way you were stepping over discarded needles was almost endearing.

The uncomfortable look on your face grew as your headache got worse, the constant hotboxing starting to run its course on your untarnished little body.

Coriolanus decided to scoop you up and keep you safe before anyone else got their grubby hands on you, after all, he was a dealer; not a monster. And to have you taken advantage of by another seemed like a horrid option, so he went with the former.

“Hey darling, you look like you don’t belong here” Coriolanus cooed, walking up to you and making sure you knew he was safe.

“I don’t, my friends dragged me here, i don’t do this kind of stuff” your voice was small and a little timid, like a stray cat at a shelter.

“I can tell princess. how about you stay with me? i’ll get some fresh air, and i’ll make sure you’re safe” he reached around to pat the handgun in his pocket.

“Oh! O-okay.” You were in no position to deny this stranger, after all, he seemed very kind, and he was very handsome, tall with buzzed blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.

“Don’t worry hunny, you’re safe” he teased and wrapped one of his strong arms around you. “wanna go sit outside? you can even sit on my lap” he offered as his hand drew light circles on your waist.

“That sounds great, my head really hurts” you smiled back and lean into the handsome stranger.

——

‘Coriolanus, his name was Coriolanus. Coryo he said to call him.’ was the thought swirling in your head as you sat on his lap while he rested on patio furniture.

“I’m a dealer baby, I have the drugs and then I sell them to people, ‘s how I make money, it’s quite profitable too” Coriolanus explained, the lit joint between his lips and large hand cupping your ass all adding to his appeal.

Every once in a while a few people would come up to him with cash, he’d hand them a bottle of pills, or a baggy of weed, but when a guy about his age with curly chestnut colored hair walked up, he asked for cocaine.

“Alright Creed, I’ll have to measure it here though” Coriolanus murmured as he counted the cash handed to him by this mysterious stranger and then placing the bills into your hands. “hold this for me pretty girl”. His voice a million times more soft and gentle than when he was talking to the ‘Creed’ guy.

“Ever cut coke before princess? ‘Course you haven’t, you’re too much of a good girl” he chuckled against your ear. Grabbing the scale next to him, he pulled out a small baggie of white powder from his coat pocket. After measuring exactly a gram, he took a credit card and carefully pushed the powder back into the ziplock baggie.

Coriolanus took the cash from your hands and pushed it into his pocket, taking the joint from his lips, he gave you a kiss on the cheek before blowing the smoke away form your face.

“Can I try?” Your voice squeaked out, the joint didn’t seem too scary, and you wanted to at least try something while you’re sat on the lap of a dealer.

“The joint? Oh baby, are you sure?” He teased and moved your hair out of your face.

“Yes, I wanna try it, please?” Your big eyes were something he just couldn’t resist, so he took the rolled up cannabis and placed it between your plump lips.

“Breathe in like you’re sucking on a straw baby girl, that’s it..” he held your hand and the joint, looking deeply into your eyes.

The moment the smoke filled your lungs, the taste of tar and skunk filled your chest, instantly you coughed and stared to tear up. “Ew! How do you do that all the time!” You cough and lean into Coriolanus’ touch.

“Told you babygirl, it’s gross” he teases and takes a long drag before blowing the smoke into your face with a chuckle.

“Coryo!” You scrunch your face and whack his chest

“C’mon baby, how about this, I’ll blow some smoke into your mouth okay?” He murmurs and takes another drag, holding your jaw open, he blows the smoke into your open mouth, capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

Your hands reach up and cup his face, leaning into the sudden display of intimacy. He brings one of his large and calloused hands up and smacks your ass playfully, eliciting a giggle from your lips.

“Promise me you’ll never get involved in the heavy shit, smoking weed is bad enough, I don’t need your pretty little self dropping acid and then dropping dead” he murmurs between kisses.

“Never.. I’ll never” you promise him, knowing that you’re too much of a pussy to do anything beyond maybe shrooms.

“Good girl, and I’ll put a bullet into anyone who tries to sell you anything, you can’t trust anyone, they’ll get you woozy then rape your cunt baby, it’s not safe to do this shit.” He warns with absolute seriousness. How ironic.

“I won’t do any drugs Coryo, you have my word” you giggle gently and scoot up on his lap

“You little tease, need me to show you who you’re fucking with right now?” He jeers and throws the joint on the floor, grinding it beneath his heal before he picks you up and carries you to his, surprisingly nice, car.

“My place isn’t too far, I’ve made enough money for tonight, right now all I need is your pussy baby” he pays your thigh and buckles you in before climbing into the drivers door and closing it, immediately speeding off.

——

Coriolanus’ apartment was actually really nice, a pretty spacious area, a nice part of town, you’re surprised he doesn’t already have a lady to call his own. Though I suppose he does now.

“Nice isn’t it? Told you it’s profitable” he murmurs and locks the front door behind you two, immediately scooping you up for the second time that night and carrying you to his bedroom.

His hands are immediately all over you, and your hands all over him. He reaches and slips off his jacket, tossing it, the gun, his cash, and any access drugs, across the room.

Coriolanus almost immediately reaches up your dress and cups your pussy in his hand “fuck me, was it me who turned you on? Maybe my gun?” He teases.

“Coryo..!” You whine and buck your hips up like a bitch.

“That’s me, don’t worry baby, I won’t be too mean” he coos and pulls off your panties, throwing them into the pile of his stuff.

“Oh fuck me princess..” he murmurs and looks over your cunt. The visual in front of him is pornographic. Your pussy was glistening wet and puffy, your swollen and pink clit poking out of your folds a bit.

“Can’t resist baby-“ he cuts himself off by diving into your cunt like it’s his death row meal, the skilled muscle that is his tongue poking and licking up your sex.

“mmm! Coryo!!” You whine and hold his head (since he has no hair to hold on to) “so good! can’t.. oh god..” you buck your hips up and he hold you in place with his strong hands.

He continues to devour you, his nose every so often bumping your clit, eventually, he brings up his hand and starts to draw lazy circles around the bundle of nerves.

“Gonna cum! Coryo..! My tummy..” you whimper and lean your head back, savoring the feeling of your new, hot, drug dealer friend eating you out like your arousal was a sacred elixir.

His name fell from your lips like a prayer as you came against his face, grinding your hips and pressing his face against you while you rode out your orgasm.

A string of spit connected his lips and your cunt, his whole face flushed and sticky with your cum.

“Taste so good sweetheart” he groans and pulls your dress over your head, immediately unclipping your bra and attacking your, now very sensitive, nipples.

“mmm… so good for me, my good girl..” he groans and pulls you into his lap as he goes into a sitting position. Moving his attention from your tits to your lips. “Gonna ruin that perfect pussy, mold you into my perfect doll, use you whenever I want” he growls and pulls his hard, fat cock out of the confines of his pants.

Laying you on your back, he uses his hands to press your knees to your chest, allowing him the most perfect view of your dripping and sensitive cunt.

“So good baby girl” he praises as he slides his fat tip across your glistening folds.

“Please.. please.. need it so bad..” you blabber out and whine.

“I know baby, I know. Let me just..” he slips the tip in and growls “fuck me doll” he hisses and uses every bit of self restraint to not jackhammer into you.

“More! Please..!” You beg, his cock sliding into your tight walls inch by inch until the tip kissed your cervix

Coriolanus gave you a second to get used to his size before he started to pound into you mercilessly, his hips snapping to meet your clit. “Can see myself in your tummy baby, so good for me, ‘m so fucking proud of you doll” he groans and increases his pace impossibly faster.

“Gonna fucking cum.. you love being my cocksleeve huh? My pretty little fleshlight.” He coos and keeps up his impossible pace until you whine and groan, cumming the second time. He pulls out and tugs his cock twice before cumming on your stomach.

“Oh fuck princess, so fucking pretty huh?” He murmurs and hold your face, kissing your swollen lips.

“So good Coryo..” your voice is weak, as is the rest of your body, but before you can get up he stops you.

“You think I’m done? Very funny princess, maybe I’ll snort a line off your perfect tits” he teasingly thinks out loud.

You were in for a very long night.

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