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toji-girl · 2 months

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watch me | t. fushiguro

synopsis: After a messy breakup, you require a new job which leads you to work for the biggest porn site in the industry but little did you know that it would lead to the one thing you didn't want.

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tags: 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + repost + porn star au + Toji stalks you and is very possessive and in love with you he's sick with it + you x other character + fingering + you get horny a lot + roleplay + spitting + Toji man handles you + consensual recording + praising + unprotected sex + sending nudes to Toji + sexting + phone/video sex + talks about sex work + blowjob + pussy eating + brief pussy job + breeding + lots of kissin' + snow balling + sensual sex + 69 position + hand job + teasing + nipple play + + feedback is appreciated + any missing tag lmk

for kinktober '23 | PLEASE do NOT use coconut oil as lube! this is written for fictitious purposes only!! also pls forgive me because I couldn't find much information on how to become a porn star so I made things up dfhztht

You looked down at the boxes by your feet with a frown while your dad kept pulling them from your trunk with irritated huffs. “He couldn’t even help you? What a real piece of work. I knew that guy was not a good man.” He muttered picking up a bag with a grunt with you not wanting to correct him on the situation, you didn’t want him helping or coming over to your new place even though he offered.

With no choice, you followed after him holding a box to take in your new apartment after moving out and breaking up with Toji, and naturally, your father couldn’t stand to see his daughter so hurt over a man way older than you.

Not only did he break your heart but kicked you out and left you to fend for yourself, and no matter even if you did tell him, it was your decision, he would still blame him, he’s never liked the raven-haired man since you brought him over to dinner three years ago.

There was no way you could sleep in the same bed without Toji. He etched himself deep inside you to the point that there were no takebacks, not that you’d want that anyway. You looked around your new barren living room trying to focus your thoughts on something positive like how should you decorate?

“Will you be okay here by yourself? You weren’t any better off with him, but you know you’re welcome to come back home any time.” Your dad spoke in a soft tone but uttered him with such disgust you could almost taste it in the back of your throat.

You looked over at him with a soft reassuring smile. “Yes Dad, don’t worry and I know but being twenty-seven and having to move back in with your parents is a little embarrassing thanks for the offer though.”

He stayed and helped as long as you allowed before pushing him out of the door telling him that you’ll lock the doors and windows. Two hours later you found yourself alone laying on your bare mattress on your phone scrolling through it, too tired from earlier to move.

Your thumb stopped on a post that should’ve been deleted a long time ago on the account you shared with him, a video of you and Toji in bed naked and sweaty in the prone bone position, the audio was on and you could hear his hips slapping your ass with each harsh thrust.

Instantly you reported the video and debated on texting him feeling an ache grow between your legs, anger bubbling like roiling water in your lower belly as you jabbed at the screen with a finger feeling your head throb with a headache that loomed like a heavy shadow pressing down.

“Hello sweetheart,” his voice came over the other side in a purr when he answered, the video playing in your head while you chewed on your bottom lip as Toji waited for you to respond while he lounged on the couch, his hand stuck down his pants resting against his boxers listening to your rapid breathing, he cleared his throat and getting your attention.

You sighed and sat up putting him on speakerphone to begin making your bed in order to release some sort of tension. “You need to delete that video of us right now, I reported it immediately! We agreed on everything else going on the account but that one! Why now?”

He listened to you talk while spreading his legs wider wishing you were here instead. “I didn’t mean to upload it. Was scrollin’ through my gallery, the video popped up and I couldn’t resist not watching us. Did you watch it? You can’t tell me you don’t miss that.” Toji replied knowing he has you flustered and aroused thinking about him.

Thankfully he couldn’t see you, your legs clenched together to relieve the throbbing that made your pussy weep like a maple tree; sticky and sweet oozing from between your pussylips creating a mess in your panties. “Stop! You’re a pervert, don’t do it again, we’re broken up.” You hissed and hung up with a huff.

Your head rang like a bell causing a migraine to split at the base of your skull, you pushed past the pain and did everything in a haste trying your best not to think about him and his sinful traps to lure you back. It was a very messy breakup, to say the least. He was far too possessive and jealous and he didn't want to let you go so easily.

Some part of you knew he was always going to be the one who you’d forever talk about no matter what even though he acted the way he did but it was a love story that ended early leaving you with no happy ending.

After you trudged through your nightly routine you curled into the middle of the bed listening to your neighbor's thump around next door, the sound only made your head hurt worse until it felt like your skull was going to combust.

Two hours later you managed to fall asleep in a light slumber, your blankets tangled up as you tossed and turned around on the mattress. It’s been two weeks since you’ve slept with Toji and it’s been rough after being with him for so long.

Four years, two of them living together. Now you felt sad and empty trying to cauterize the gaping wound in your heart but knew it was for the best, too much arguing and not enough communication. There were a lot of physical aspects though to the relationship that weren’t so easily forgotten.

Your dreams dipped in and out until you finally fully succumbed to a deep sleep, your brain played the memory of you and him earlier. From the beginning of the day of your first year anniversary all the way to the hotel room when night fell bringing out the predator of Toji who devoured you whole leaving nothing to spit out when he was done with you, that night he took your soul and melded it with his in a way that could never be undone.

A moan slipped free from your lips as it progressed further until your body jerked you awake from a sudden boom on your bedroom wall shaking anything that was on it. You wanted to be mad but also thanked whoever it was that woke you up even though it was very early.

Dreaming about your ex and having a wet dream is not something you want to relive and hauled yourself out of bed to start the day even though it was well before anyone woke up but it gave you time to check things out on your laptop before starting the day.

Immediately you pulled up your email while waiting for a new job to write back when you saw a forwarded message from Toji titled Someone else likes your pretty pussy. With furrowed eyebrows, you opened the email and read it feeling your jaw drop to your chest.

Dear sweetbites21.

We came across a slew of your videos and we have to say we are impressed with the way you look on camera, then it came to our attention that there was a separation. If you're interested we’d love to have you on set, give us a call soon.

It was from the biggest porn website that had the best reputation and content, your eyes followed the words all the way down to Toji’s message with a snort. He was clearly jealous that they just wanted you and not him like some package deal.

You copied and pasted the number down and saved it in your phone intent on calling them later. To pass the time you spent the better part of your day unpacking and cleaning your apartment until everything was done before you rested.

Every part of your body ached and again you found yourself wishing Toji was here to massage your muscles then you remembered the email and quickly grabbed your phone to rid yourself of those thoughts.

When you dialed the number you sat back on the couch and tucked your legs under you waiting for someone to answer feeling your palms sweat. “Hello. This is Yui with Sex Simplified. How may I direct your call?” A voice soft and sweet spoke on the other side when the phone clicked.

“Hi, I just got an email last night about someone…” You broke off feeling a lump form in your throat thinking about Toji knowing he helped get you here, you gave her your name and information along with the username then listened to her type fast and quickly.

You waited a few minutes and looked down at your cushion rubbing along the material with your thumb. “I’m going to transfer you to our manager, have a good day.” Yui then switched the lines making the phone ring again for a minute.

“This is Aina.” It was clearly another female this time, she sounded older and warmer welcoming you. “Yes, hi, I just spoke to Yui. My ex sent me an email you sent to our couple account email.” You told her getting directly to the point.

She hummed softly and turned her computer on typing in the background. “You’re part of sweetbites21, right? I’ve watched a few videos and I really am impressed, you’re perfect for the camera with the way you work your body.”

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling your face flush with warmth at the praise. “Thank you so much, that means a lot and I am yes, we got that name the night for the very first video we uploaded with food play and we left bites all over each other.” The last part wasn’t necessary but just in case you explained it anyway.

Aina snorted a little and finished typing. “Your ex has a monster cock that would get views for sure, but we’re interested in only female leads right now so would you like to set up an interview with us?” She asked leaning back in her seat hoping you’d say yes knowing how much money you would be bringing in and she also knew that their star male case lead would love you.

The way she said monster cock made you burn with a mixture of things, longing to feel him inside you and jealously because she’s seen it, but so have other people and for a long time he was yours and you knew he was madly in love with you and had no eyes for anyone else.

“Sure! I’ve never done anything like this before though.” You replied hesitantly, this was different than just recording you and Toji, this was the big league and you’d be filmed with someone else, not your ex who knows your body inside and out. This would be a huge break for you, however.

“That’s what they always say, and I know you haven’t, just homemade videos with Monster Cock. Next Thursday can you be here around eight pm? We’ll conduct an interview then if everything goes well then you’ll meet our male lead, everyone loves him and you will too.”

You blinked at how sure Aina was sure of herself and found yourself nodding even though she couldn’t see it. “Uh, yeah I assume you’ll send me the location and stuff via email?” You asked feeling your stomach roll and your shoulders hike already even though it was a week away now.

Tuesday evening you found yourself in the aisle of the grocery store under lights that flickered, something that reminded you of a horror movie. Even though you knew it wouldn’t happen you still waited for the zombie apocalypse to start when you heard a throat clear from behind followed by a memorizing voice. “I just need to grab those mini cakes if you don’t mind.”

You turned around and looked at the person - no, it was more like a God. Tall and lanky with snow-white hair that framed a very pretty face with eyes that looked like water from the bluest glaciers, so bright and vibrant which only ended up distracting you from actually moving out of the stranger's way. “S-sorry, I was just lost in thought.” You explained with a sheepish smile.

The man hummed with a knowing smile as he reached out with one long slender arm grabbing two cakes of different flavors, the scent of clean laundry along with the faintest hint of vanilla wafted off him invading your nostrils. He smelled heavenly. Your eyes almost fluttered shut and your mouth began to water at the sight of him and how good he looked in his shirt that molded to him so perfectly and how soft his hair looked even under the lights. You wanted him.

You wondered why you were acting like a dog in heat wanting to all but hump the man's leg knowing who he is or what his name is, you just know that he’s intimidating and you like that. It’s been a month since you’ve been single and felt the touch of a human is what you chalked up the rush of hormones to be, all you wanted was to be loved and caressed again.

He definitely has the fingers and hands for it, lewd thoughts popped into your head of him fingering you in your car before folding you in half. “Do you want a picture or something?” The man teased as he watched you eye fuck him right in the middle of the store like a desperate stay-at-home wife who was bored and lonely at home wanting to be ravaged by someone.

“Sorry.” You stammered and gripped your basket turning on your heel to walk away from him and the strange meeting, the feelings never dissipated even when you got out of the store after buying a few random items in haste before you ran into him again knowing you’d stare at him.

The cool air made your skin break out in a wave of goosebumps as you walked to your car under the dark sky with a heavy sigh. Even with how beautiful it looked outside, the weight of everything has hollowed you out into nothing but a husk of your former self. The blue-eyed man was a loop that played in your head on the drive home followed by Toji who had a sixth sense.

You looked down at your phone seeing his name and number glaring back at you when you pulled into the parking lot weighing your options on what to do, however, curiosity got the best of you. “Hello?” You answered and got out of your car grabbing your bags then made your way upstairs with quickened steps to the front door.

“Heard you got the job working for SS, I’m not surprised. I told you we shoulda sent a video into them when we were together, you’re really going to let some other guy fuck you? I look forward to watching your new videos to see how you fake an orgasm for some cash.” He deadpanned clearly annoyed with the turn of events.

Even though he couldn’t see you, you rolled your eyes and pushed the door open stepping inside to take your shoes off. “What I do is none of your concern anymore so don’t question what I’m doing. Is there anything else you need before I hang up?” You asked with an attitude.

Toji chuckled making you shiver for a different reason now. “Have a good night princess, I’ll see you soon.” He declared giving you a warning before he hung up leaving you stunned as you stared down at your phone frustrated after the conversation. A hot bath was needed to douse this feeling that welled inside your core, a mix of burning rage and a need to be fucked hard.

When you sank into the bubbly water you held your phone scrolling through the videos of you and him, your pussy throbbed desperate to get filled, with a lust-riddled brain full of nothing but wanting to get off you FaceTimed Toji angling the camera to face your soapy tits making sure your nipples were covered.

His face popped up in the small box in the corner confused at first then you watched as his lips pulled back in a grin seeing you naked and wet making you want to lean in and kiss his scar. “That sure didn’t take long. Now look at ya calling me all desperate.” He crooned and followed your hands that moved away from your breasts hearing him grunt seeing your perky nipples.

You should feel embarrassed and you are a little but not enough to stop you as he teased watching feeling his cock throb hot and heavy wanting to feel your soft skin under his hands, knowing how he’d give anything to be there right now. “Make me cum Toji…please, I want to so bad.”

“Touch my pretty pussy for me since I can’t, spread yourself nice and open.” He commanded in a dark growl before cocking his head with a smirk. “Actually, why don’t you be a good girl and rinse off then get into bed so I can see you better?” You listened to him and ended in bed a minute later naked and mostly dried off, patches of water still stuck to the parts you didn’t get.

When you got comfortable you spread your legs and angled your phone between them making sure he got a good view. “Aw look, she’s crying for me, I bet she just wants to be sucked and fucked. Poor thing, now swirl your finger around your clit.” Instantly you parted your pussylips and used your middle finger to rub the swollen bud with a soft whine arching for more.

Your eyes fluttered shut and didn’t get to see Toji pulling his dick free spitting down on his open palm before wrapping his fingers around the base and jerking himself off to you thrusting two digits inside your soaked pussy and moaning his name so prettily and broken. “So wet ‘f me.”

He watched you with low eyes. “I’m coming over, we’ll give our fans one more video. What do you say, princess? Want to sit on my cock?” His question pushed you over the edge thinking about him splitting you open around him, your cunt gushing around your fingers instead.

You pulled your fingers out slowly when you came down a little huffing. “You are not coming over here. I can’t let that happen, this was a private moment between us, don’t ruin it. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but thank you for helping me out. Have a good night.” He chuckled before you hung up and shut your phone off for the night letting sleep take over and giving you a break from the stress even for a brief moment.

Thursday evening two hours before eight you stood in the shower scrubbing each inch of your body unsure what was going to happen, was it going to be an interview before having to show off your skills? Either way, you wanted to be prepared and brushed your teeth once you got out of the tub and dried off to get dressed.

It was a dress that was suggestive but still modest. You’ve seen the casting couch videos before and picked out your outfit based on that, the company didn’t seem like that type though so you also kept it on the classy side. Once you checked everything over you got ready for the car outside. Aina said they’d send someone to come and pick you up at your apartment.

True to their word a very sleek vehicle pulled up and an older gentleman got out to open the back door before he ushered you in then he got back in the driver's side and took off. The drive over to the studio was filled with the soft songs from the radio that kept you company until you arrived, just like when he picked you up he opened the door again, this time helping you out.

Following the directions from the email you read again before getting picked up you walked inside the all-glass building, the windows so dark you couldn’t see the lights on inside which added fuel to the fire you felt growing inside. “Here we go.” You muttered and pushed the doors open to an all-modern waiting room, it was a subtle blend of yellows oranges, and reds.

You didn’t feel as nervous anymore when you greeted the handsome male behind the desk in the middle of the room, he was warm like the room. “Hi, you want to take the elevator up to floor three. Room 204. Have a good evening.” With that, he handed you a key card and sent you on the way down the hall to the set of elevators. You stepped in the first one and went to the third floor.

When you stepped into the hallway it was quiet as you read the door numbers feeling your stomach flip until you reached the correct one and knocked before using the key card to step inside, the same color scheme as downstairs, this time it was a small lounge with low lights and pulsing music, this time you were greeted by a very beautiful woman who wore a black leather corset and thigh-high boots, in her hand she held a whip with the same material as her outfit.

“Hello, sorry you caught me during a shoot, but I’m ready if you are, and it’s finally nice to meet you.” She spoke as she faced you, her hair cascading like a waterfall. This was Aina?

“Yeah, you look….” You trailed off and felt your face flush as you sat on the couch she pointed to with a knowing grin, it threw you off guard a little to be her in her presence, her breasts all but spilled out of the tight top that pushed them together. “It’s nice to meet you too.” You ended up saying not sure what to say as she sat across from you crossing her legs with a laugh.

She sat her whip next to her and leaned back. “So to start off with we do STD screenings on everyone, and at least ask if you can give us your past partners if applicable. I know you were with Monster Cock for a while if I remember correctly? We also have papers for you to fill out and sign if you want us to hire you.” Aina spoke, her cherry-red lips looked glossy.

Anytime she says that you can’t help but feel a stirring between your legs. “I’m fine with that and yeah, I was with him for four years and it was only him.” You replied shifting your weight and looked at her with a soft smile and a nod. She mirrored your smile and grabbed the clipboard with a pen attached to the side of the table that separated you two and handed it over.

You filled in the basic information at first then flipped the page reading the questions about your kinds, hard and soft limits. Aina watched until you were finished thirty minutes later, your wrist ached from writing for so long. “Good girl, you’re the perfect applicant and would fit in well with Gojo.” She said with a grin and put her hand in the air doing a come hither motion.

A second later the door in the corner opened to reveal the man you stared at Tuesday, he looked different in this setting, a predatory smile showing off white pearly teeth. “Hi -” He stopped when he saw you, your eyes wide as sauces as you stared at him again with an open gaping mouth. “You two know each other already?” Aina asked interrupting the staring contest.

“No, we just saw each other the other night for the first time…this is my new coworker?” You asked, your own voice sounded foreign. Talk about a small world, but you didn’t think it could actually be this small. Gojo sat down next to Aina confirming your answer, his long legs spread wide open and instantly you could envision yourself between them, his cock in your mouth.

She smiled and nodded patting his knee. “Yes, and he is going to have to finish the interview, I have to finish something up. I’ll get a hold of you soon, thank you so much for coming out.” Aina told you with a wink before she disappeared through the door Gojo came out of leaving you two alone, the only sound in the room came from the clock in the corner with a plant and a painting.

You shifted again in your seat and looked at him. “So how does this work? I filled the paperwork out and she said we’d be perfect together…” Your voice trailed off as you played with your fingers in your lap feeling naked as he stared at you intently, his head cocked to the side. Those blue eyes of his scanned your entire being from your feet to your eyes with a grin. “You’re hired.”

“Okay, now what?” You asked again feeling your skin heat up as he leaned in, the smell of vanilla whirled around you like a cashmere sweater, after being with Toji you’d think you wouldn’t be so high-strung to be around someone so cocky and carefree but you were. His smile reminded you of someone who won the lottery. “We can get something to eat if you want?”

You didn’t expect him to ask that. “I ate already, thanks though. Can I read up on what you like and stuff before I dip?” His white brows raised at the first part of your sentence before they dipped then furrowed at the end, he nodded anyway then stood up and walked to the door again leaving you alone for a moment to collect your thoughts.

A few minutes later he emerged with a file stuffed with papers that he handed to you once he got close enough. “Aina will get a hold of you for everything else, and if you want you can stay and we can talk instead of reading each other's files, don’t you think in person is better?” He asked sitting back down on the couch manspreading while letting his long arms hang over the couch holding your gaze as you squeezed the papers tightly.

His stare made you want to crawl out of your skin, it was heavy and he was intent on making you squirm a little. “I do yes, I assume I can get a ride back home then?” You countered getting a nod before setting his file back on the coffee table and leaning back to cross your legs.

“What made you want to get into this type of work?” Gojo asked, his interest piqued. A fleeting memory of how it all started flashed behind your eyes when you closed them for a moment, it felt like so long ago when it did and now here you ended up; employed at a very secure job.

You started to undo the straps of your high heels when he leaned in to do it for you instead, his long slender fingers hooked under the thin leather brushing against your skin adding to the raging fire that built between you two. He opened his mouth when your phone rang, piercing the sexual tension like a sharp knife, you jerked back at the sudden sound and snatched it.

Toji’s contact information glowed against the darkened room. A taunting reminder that you couldn’t get any peace with him around, even though you two were broken up. “I’m so sorry, I need to answer or it will not stop ringing.” You told Gojo and picked your phone up to answer it.

“Why not just shut your phone off? It’s not like you have to answer it, mhm?” He questioned pausing your movements to actually hit the green button. It was the truth, that’s all you had to do and ignore him, but why did you want to do the opposite and answer his every beck and call?

You pressed the ignore button and shut your phone off setting it back on the table before you were in Gojo’s lap, each thigh on either side of his straddling him, your arms wrapped around his neck pressing yourself into him, your mouth found his in a deep kiss. He was the first one to part your lips massaging his tongue with yours, his hands traveled down to your ass slowly.

With your dress bunched around your hips Aina stepped inside the room with Toji who looked irritated and a little smug knowing he ruined the moment between you two. “Oh my God! What are you doing here?” You huffed and scrambled off Gojo’s lap and glared at your ex-boyfriend.

“Didn’t I say I’d see you, princess?” He asked with a smirk now as the other two bodies in the room migrated to the door again wanting to give you two alone time after an awkward moment, the room was tense and full of simmering anger as you and Toji looked at each other when the door clicked close. You grabbed your shoes and sat on the couch putting them on ignoring him until he was sitting next to you, his hands on your waist.

Green eyes melted into yours, a silent conversation passing between you two as he fisted the soft fabric of your dress. You wanted to give in to the magnetic pull so bad, let him kiss you, and eventually fuck you on the couch until you’re a screaming mess. “Toji…you just ruined my interview.” You scolded him with a scoff as you pushed him back and pulled away.

“I know, that was the whole point. I don’t know why you keep running when you know I’m going to catch you. Do you think I’m going to let you go so easily, princess, and let you do this? I love you.” He replied with a slight grin as he took hold of your wrist pulling out all the stops, his lips connected to the back of your hand with slow sensual kisses holding your gaze intensely.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked away from him and jerked your hand away from his hold. It wasn’t a lie, he does love you, the problem was he loves you too much and it sounds crazy when you don’t want to be with someone like that but it was a pressure you couldn’t handle anymore, all the questions and the smothering was the final straw.

Toji let his hand rest on the small of your back waiting for a response. “You need to go, I’m serious. I can’t believe you followed me here! This is getting ridiculous I hope you know that.” You muttered and turned your head to feel his fingers curl around your jaw in a gentle hold.

“Say it one more time and I’ll really go, but don’t expect me to answer your next phone call when you want to cum so bad.” He answered darkly and let go then moved you off his lap and stood looking down at you with an unreadable expression gracing his handsome face, his eyes clouded with a profound sadness waiting again for you to tell him it was finally over even though it tore you apart as well to let him go.

You curled into yourself and looked away from him still afraid to meet his look. “Go.” It was all that could be mustered feeling unshed tears sting your eyes. He stared at you for a moment longer then finally left leaving you totally alone until Aina came back in to comfort you and balm the waterworks you let loose sobbing against her shoulder with fat rivers streaming down your face.

A little after two weeks the whole embarrassing ordeal of your interview and makeout session was ruined by Toji you didn’t hear from him, no text or call giving you the reality of what it’s like not to have him in your life, something you didn’t quite like, the hole inside your chest only grew deeper and wider. It was a Friday night you stood in the kitchen and rubbed your face as you sighed and read the email from Aina.

The meetup for the first shoot was tomorrow night, a cliche roleplay video between a masseur and his lonely housewife of a client wanting to feel the touch of a man so bad she’s willing to cheat on her husband for an orgasm. Having Gojo’s fingers like that on you wasn’t bad, and thankfully he’s been talking to you via texting and sometimes FaceTime calls during the last few weeks to see how you’ve been doing and to make you more comfortable around him.

You felt like you and he were meant to be friends nothing more and having sex with Gojo seemed strange in a way, and you knew that you pushed Toji away but his failing to see what he was doing was wrong is something that couldn’t be ignored. It was pathetic almost how much you missed your ex-boyfriend, however, you couldn’t give in to the weakness and his charms.

Twenty-four hours later you found yourself on the massage table naked with a towel covering you, the scene was practiced for at least two hours before any shooting began. It was time to actually do it. “This is the fourth time you’ve visited me, Miss. Aki. Did you pull something again?” Gojo asked when he stepped onto the set with a bottle of oil in his hands and a grin.

He was supposed to be clueless and let you come onto him and take what you wanted. “I did yes in yoga class I think it was, it’s sore and I can’t spread my legs.” You replied with a fake pout looking at him, your eyes heavily rimmed with mascara and lips a clear glitter and glossy. Gojo came closer to the side of the table and rested one hand on your forearm with a reassuring look.

It was hard not to really think about the many cameras facing you two as you smiled at him and ran your hand up his bare arm. “Thank you,” You told him sultry and watched as he poured a generous amount of the warmed coconut oil into his palms rubbing them together before beginning on your upper left thigh, his hands gliding against your slick flesh pushing the towel.

Your heart lurched at being touched like this, in your lower belly you felt a pull the more Gojo continued and moved to your right leg, his hands coming incredibly close to your bare pussy that begged to be touched. He made small conversation, mentally reading the script in his head. “Do you charge extra for more?” You asked holding his wrist and guided it to between your legs.

Gojo couldn’t help the surprise that took over his features just at how soaked you really were, the tips of his fingers collected your wetness and found your clit rubbing it slowly. He leaned down to leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses on your bare chest until he finally reached your nipple drawing the bud into his warm mouth, his hips languidly and mindlessly humping the table.

You arched your back forcing more of your tit into his mouth when he slid two fingers inside your drenched pussy at the same time you curled your fingers into his hair pulling him closer, the feeling of him inside you hitting all the right spots made your head spin. “Don’t stop!” It wasn’t fake the way you begged and moaned for Satoru to keep going until you came around his fingers.

He abided and kissed his way down to the valley between your breasts over the soft hills of your stomach until he reached your clit, his tongue swirled against it, and the sweet coconut exploded on his tastebuds from the oil that was used for your massage that Satoru continued with his free hand until your ass cheek was in his large open palm. “Toji!” You moaned rolling your hips.

Everyone stopped and the director called cut. Satoru froze with a frown and pulled his fingers out leaving you to feel empty. “Oh - I am so sorry!” When your brain caught up with what you mumbled, you looked flustered and apologetic, it was a total slip of the tongue that was embarrassing and it ruined the entire mood for the video.

The white-haired man turned away for a second before he sat on the edge knowing aftercare is important and drew circles on your hip. You were still high from your orgasm as you huffed angry at yourself for even thinking about him. “I really am sorry, I have no idea why I even said that - ” He interrupted you with a head shake as he pulled his hand away and looked at you.

“Because you still love him, it’s clear you do to anyone who has seen you two together, and he feels the same about you. I think maybe you two should do a video, there is a lot more chemistry.” Satoru murmured and looked back at Aina who stood perched on the edge and came forward when he got up and she took his place with a sympathetic look on her face.

She pulled you against her once the towel covered your body again. “What do you want to do?” It was a question you didn’t have an answer to. Would Toji come if she called him? It was true what he said, but couldn’t stomach the fact that he seemed to be the one for you and the same goes for you as well, it was an unmistakable love that couldn’t be denied no matter what.

An hour later Aina had you dressed in something comfortable after a shower and curled up on the couch in the room you first met her in. “I got him to agree to come in, are you sure you’re ready to face him and do a video?” She asked again and plopped down next to you with a heavy sigh waiting for Toji to show up.

“Maybe not a video, I don’t know yet but I do want to talk to him alone first then if it ends up like that then yes, however, I think it will.” You spoke the truth, makeup sex was like a prayer in your relationship that fixed whatever bump appeared in the relationship. She nodded and opened her mouth to speak when the door swung open and Toji walked in leaving the door open for Aina in a silent way to tell her to leave, his presence demanded attention, at least from you anyway.

You sat up and looked at him before bidding your new friend and boss goodbye and watched as she left leaving you and him alone. “Thanks for coming, I didn’t think you would but I'm really glad you did.” You murmured first breaking the tense silence and watched as he crossed the room to sit next to you in two strides, reminding you of the last time you both saw each other.

His smell was all-potent male; a warm blend of tobacco and whiskey that made your pussy clench and throb, you wanted to lean and nuzzle your face in his shirt. “I love you too, and when we were filming I moaned your name when I came, and he was only fingering me…we would have better luck doing this together, you’re the one for me, I don’t want anyone but you anyway.” You whispered looking at him feeling your stomach curl as he stayed silent for a few minutes.

Toji hummed at your admittance and leaned in until his lips brushed against yours then you were yanked into his lap, his mouth was onto yours in a claim and possessive kiss. “I hate that another man touched you like that and made your cute cunt cry out, I think we need to rectify that, huh?” He asked and kissed your jaw and neck leaving love bites behind, a mark of him.

“I don’t know why you kept running away when I’m always going to find you sweetheart, it was pointless. I missed you.” He almost growled as Toji nuzzled his face into your neck, his hands becoming greedy and exploring your body pulling your shirt up to knead his fingers into your hips before he pulled away to tug the fabric off and toss it to the floor leaving you topless.

You climbed off his lap and went to the corner turning the camera on and making sure it was facing the couch and shed the rest of your clothes on the way leaving a trail of discarded fabric before you got back on his lap finding solace in his cradle from being away for so long.

With no bra on he focused on your peaked nipples that ached to be sucked on and pinched, one large hand came up and cupped one breast. “It was absurd to think I could, mhm?” You shot back with a grin as you threaded your fingers through his soft raven hair kissing him again, your tongue swirled with his until a bridge of spit connected your lips when you pulled away from him.

His lips curled into a smile letting his hands continue to grope and feel up your body until you sat naked in his lap. “Get naked too, don’t let me be the only one here.” You told him with a pout and tugged on his soft gray shirt that hugged his muscular body. He chuckled, reached behind him, and pulled it off in one fluid motion. “You do the rest for me, princess,” Toji said with a smirk.

You were quick and got on your knees and tugged off his sweatpants and boxers until he was naked before sitting up more to wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, the flesh warm and silky as you jerked your hand up and down using the pre-cum as a lube before you leaned in and sucked on the swollen head with a groan looking up at him before taking more of him in your mouth.

Toji rested one hand on your head and followed the movement as you bobbed up and down letting the spit that gathered in the back of your throat to cover his throbbing dick until you gagged around him, your pussy fluttered wanting attention which he knew. “Sit that pretty pussy on my face and you can continue to suck my cock, sound good princess?” He asked huskily.

“Yes, I missed doing that so much, only you can make me feel this good.” You praised and watched as he settled on his back before he helped you get situated, your thighs straddling his face at this advantageous point he could see the clear sticky stringy slick bridged from your pussylips creating a mess that he wanted to clean up, his tongue sucked on your clit once you sat fully down on his face.

His hands massaged your ass as you went back down on him, the fat mushroom tip of his cock hit the back of your throat while your hips rolled against his face chasing your own high, it was lewd; the wet sounds of you sucking his cock like you were slurping a thick milkshake and him he acted like this was the last time he was going to be able to get anything to eat ever again.

You’ve never felt so wet between your legs like this as you gripped his thighs intent on making him cum, your hand came down to cup his sack rolling it in your hand gently while fucking his face with no shame feeling the ball of pleasure tighten in your lower belly as he made out with your pussy slowly with tender kisses and licks spreading you open while bucking his hips up.

Toji moaned against your wet cunt growing closer to his orgasm when you sucked his head and let go of one of your ass cheeks to hold your head down excited to feel your throat tighten around him like this again, this time he’s the lust-riddled one filling the back of your mouth with his warm cum. He tapped your ass and pulled away. “Don’t swallow just yet, cum for me.”

He sat you back down on his face, his tongue swirled against your clit again as you struggled to keep his load that mixed with spit and trickled from the corner of your mouth, a moan threatened to slip free but you kept down and creamed on his tongue with a grunt experiencing the best orgasm you’ve ever had, your body went limp making it easy for Toji to tuck you into his lap.

His hand held your cheeks and squeezed them watching his thick cum oozed from your swollen and shiny lips. “Such a pretty sight, so cute, you still taste like a delicacy.” Toji pushed into your mouth with his thumb and watched as you sucked on it before pulling away to kiss him transferring his own release into his mouth, it was vulgar the way he swallowed it all no issue.

When you pulled away completely it was easy to melt into his warm naked embrace before you attempted to sit on his knees and rub the length of his leaky cock between the lips of your sticky pussy, his finger followed along the smooth ridge of himself gathering your slick lubing his cock up letting the tip catch on your soft hole. “This will always be my pussy, ya know that? I can’t believe you thought that guy could make you feel this good, huh? Nod if you know what I’m saying. Don’t tell me you’re already tapped out.” He chuckled and pinched your cheeks.

Toji nodded your head for you with a dark grin as he glided his cock in the seam of your cunt before he used his strength to manhandle you on your back spreading your legs obscenely wide which in turn parted your pretty pussylips coated with a beautiful shine of tangled slick. “‘S sexy, you’re fucking perfect for me.” He groaned and cupped your entire heat in his palm with a grin.

He was sure the camera caught the angle of him having you spread out open on the couch, his arms keeping you pinned down knowing exactly what it was you craved the most; and he was the only one who could grant you the mercy of coming again until there you were laid spent.

You looked up at him with a flushed face and glassy eyes, there was no way for you to go with his arm pressed against the back of your knees keeping you spread out open for him. “Nowhere to run, take my cock like you were meant to.” He muttered drunk on the need to feel you sucking him in even though there you murmured he was too big when Toji pushed past the soft muscle of your cunt slowly until he was bottomed out making sure you felt each ridge and vein of him.

The both of you let out a collective gasp of pleasure as Toji moved his hips back and forth in a steady rhythm. His thrusts were slow and methodical showing you just how much he missed you, each roll of his hips brought you closer to the edge, with the way he positioned himself he considered himself one of the luckiest men ever to be able to see you take him so well.

Toji pushed one of your legs further back pressing it against your ear almost as he planted one foot on the floor and slowed his pace savoring the feeling of how your pussy felt wrapped around him. He bent at the waist and leaned down to kiss you again, his tongue playing with yours in a passionate makeout session, his hot breath panting against your flushed skin.

With him on top, it was impossible not to feel so full of him and at this angle, the tip of his cock hit the right spot with each thrust while his pelvis rubbed against your clit. “I love the way you look under me, so vulnerable and cute.” His lips left a trail of hot kisses down your neck and you felt your heart flutter. You moaned in pleasure as your body trembled in anticipation.

His mouth found yours again in another sensual kiss feeling your orgasm erupt. Your cunt pulsated around him trying to milk him for everything he has. “Toji! Feels so good!” You moaned with a slack jaw, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he drug you up and down the length of his cock, his hand brushed away your hair in a caring and gentle manner.

“I know princess, you’re milking me ‘s good, should fuck a baby into you, would ya like that?” He grunted giving you some reprieve when he tossed your leg over his shoulder letting it dangle as he fucked you through your high, the idea of your belly swollen and round with his baby made Toji feral, his cock throbbed deep inside you as he stopped his movements pinching your cheeks again with another chuckle.

Your eyes fluttered open as you stared at him with lust-blown pupils. He nodded your head then shook it side to side. “Did you understand me?” He asked repeating himself anyway before you got the chance to respond. You nodded your head of your own volition wanting it as well, it was something that you’d thought about before and you both have discussed marriage too.

He grunted deep in his throat grinding himself against you, his orgasm hit him hard as he emptied himself inside your wet soft pussy until it leaked out around him despite him keeping you plugged up. Toji turned his head and pressed feather-light kisses to your ankle. “I really missed my princess, come home with me?” He asked and looked down at you.

Your heart shuddered in your chest as you reached out to link your fingers with his. “I will stay the night with you, but I think I’m going to stay at my apartment, show me how serious you are first then we’ll go from there.” You told him, and even though he would like if you did move back in he agreed and made a vow to change his ways if that meant you’d come back to him fully.

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h-harleybaby · 1 year

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you were right about people wanting a kyle version of the confessing out of horniness…i am that person. hand it over🤲😼

HAHAHAHA I FUCKING KNEW IT

I love you weirdos tho

Kyle fans are like feral bloodhounds and I live for it

BLOODHOUNDS I TELL YOU

HAS NSFW CONTENT

Kyle confessing out of horniness hcs

• It's soooo easy to rile up Kyle, it takes barely anything. Him being horny around you has just become something that's ordinary

• Doesn't mean he'll ever stop being embarrassed over it, when he feels his pants tighten he wants to die in a hole

• Out of all of them, it takes him the LONGEST to jerk off to the thought of you. He doesn't wanna objectify you and he feels really guilty after doing it

• He's also the one who takes the longest to confess because he's anxious about how you'll react

• It's kinda funny how after y'all start dating you're cuddling on the couch, and within 5 minutes he has a boner that's pressing against you

• He was praying you wouldn't notice but you did, and surprisingly you offered to help him out! Lord knows that if you wait for him to initiate things it's gonna take years

•Kyle's scared to touch you while you give him a blowjob because he doesn't wanna be an asshole and push your head down at the wrong time. You have to guide his hand to your hair

• He practically dies when he finally cums down your throat and you swallow it all. Head back, soul leaving his body, and everything

• Even if he loves getting head from you he's desperate to please you/eat you out. It's a smidge awkward but he gets the hang of it quickly! He's a fast learner

• He so desperately needs to know you feel good and that everything he's doing is right. I swear he almost cums against the couch when you tug at his hair and moan about how good he's making you feel

• Nvm he did cum, and it made a huge mess but neither of you really cared at the moment

• It takes a bit but after some reassurance and encouragement y'all eventually fuck

• Tbh the only reason Kyle was so hesitant is because he doesn't wanna seem like a complete idiot while fucking you

• Like I said earlier, Kyle is the slowest to do any of this out of all the guys. He wants to take his time with you because he loves you and wants to make sure you know that!

• Anyways, sex is honestly a bit awkward at first but it's fine, isn't everyone's first times? Y'all get over the awkwardness and it's pretty nice

• He was really nervous about everything but after doing it with you he realized it's actually not as nerve wracking as he thought it was

• Sex with him is really sweet and slow, he just wants to enjoy it and feel close to you

• I can see him being for the most part a bit of a service sub ya know??? KINDA

• He likes being under you and in the beginning he prefers you to take charge until he starts getting more and more used to it

• Aftercare with Kyle is just as sweet as the sex, he's always making sure you're ok but sometimes after the 4th time of him asking if you were ok in 2 minutes it gets annoying. He wouldn't tell you this, but he absolutely loves being doted on. And you love spoiling him :)

Imagine me hunched over a computer with bloodshot eyes and then that tiktok audio where it's like "just working, working hard to please you"

Again, barely proof read/technically not proof read at all

#h harleybaby needs help #south park x reader #harley’s anons <33 #south park x reader headcanons #south park x y/n #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle x reader #kyle broflovski x y/n #kyle broflovski x reader smut #harley’s requests!

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huexuri · 4 months

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i have a thought! soob sending u a whimper audio or a lewd ass clip of him playing w himself bc he's so desperate for u to come back lol

yes omgeeee anon u are so smart !!!! i was thinking of something like this earlier but this seems like a better idea😭 also u are my first ask THANK UUUUUYYYUUUU

⋆ please come home (switch!soobin x switch!reader)

NSFW, MDNI!

(warnings: soob is switch(very sub lean) in this, reader is switch(dom lean), fem!reader, protective!soob, bratty!soob, degrading, masturbating, whimpering, sexting, dry humping, pet names: [good boy, baby, slut] thigh humping, tell me if there's more!)

note: ive been dying to get a request like this omg what a way to start the new year (HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERUONE)

"soob," you sighed.

you'd only be going out for a few hours to a party that one of your girlfriends practically begged you to go to, and since you haven't met her since the pandemic, of course you agreed to go. yet when soobin said himself that he absolutely didn't mind yesterday night, it didn't occur to you that 5 minutes before you head out, he'd be holding on to your arm asking who's gonna be there, where are you off to, etc. maybe it's just one of his protective traits, but you two agreed on this, so you weren't sure why he was so protective of you now.

"just promise you're not gonna go and let other guys hit on you okay? you know you get tipsy so easily right? i'm not saying i don't trust you at all ... i just don't want other guys to look at you! because you're so pretty in this dress... but only my eyes are allowed on you right? just don't go ar—"

"soobin!! i won't drink or anything okay? don't worry about me so much, just send me a message when you feel lonely okay? i'll talk to you on the phone if you need to. it's gonna be fine, soob.." you cut his words off, gave him a peck on the lips, smiled at him with reassurance and waved him a goodbye before he smiled back at you hesitantly.

"bye!! be safe!!!" was what soobin yelled as you were about to shut the front door, and all you could respond with was a louder "mhm!!!!" followed by the door flying shut.

an hour later, and you're sitting at the bar gossipping with all of your girlfriends. other than that, they constantly persuade you to drink. but knowing you, after one shot you go all red... which, sipping your iced water you decline their offer... over and over and over again. they just won't stop bugging you!!!,, so, you excuse yourself to the bathroom just to text your beloved.

sneaking yourself into a stall, you open your chat box to realize you'd left him on delivered for an hour ... "damn," you muttered to yourself, feeling bad that you possibly left him worried, but only 2 unread messages greet you with : "i miss you already!!:(" followed by a 2 minute long voice note.

you immediately plug in your earphones, ready to listen to whatever song he wanted to sing or whatever gossip he had to tell you.

"haa... miss you s-so bad.... mmh... come home pretty please?—a-ah fuck....."

immediately your eyes widened at the lewd sounds he made, you paused the voice note with a look on your face as if you just got caught commiting a crime. it caught you SO off guard, that was the thing you least expected ...., he knew you had a thing for his moans. in fact, it was one of your major turn-ons.. but soobin was never a vocal person in bed, he'd deny it even. if he made any sounds, he'd get flustered immediately. he thought it made him seem too feminine, so he never believed you when you said you liked it.

was this really him? you thought to yourself..

your finger hesitantly pressed the resume button on your screen.

"f-fuck, baby.. i'm c-cumming, aah,, you like it? come... c-come back for it.. ss—shit !!.."

2 minutes in, the audio coming to an end, you felt your thighs squeeze against each other, you felt your walls clench around nothing. my god, he sounded heavenly. you could hear the squelches of him stroking himself up and down, you could practically hear his pace fasten as his breaths became more irregular and his moans slowly increase in volume. you could literally tell when he busted all over himself. and oh, you did not know how much this aroused you until today.

screw this party, screw the drinks. he SO knew how to get you to come back home.

"i'm coming." you simply sent him, then you get ready to leave. after you left the stall, with a "sorry everyone, i have to go back, it's urgent.", you hastily left the party.

you practically bust the door open when you reach back to your apartment, panting as you see soobin lying on the couch scrolling away on his phone as if he didn't just get you leaking out of your panties. this son of a bitch, seriously.... teasing like that and acting like nothing happened??

"oh hey! you're finally back!! i missed you~" soobin happily exclaimed as got off the couch and walked up to you to give you a peck.

when you don't reply, he has the audacity to ask you what's wrong. towering over you, he still acts cute and ignorant until you nudge him against the door as it flings shut. your knees are in between his slightly bent legs and immediately you shove your lips into his, cupping his face as your tongues fight for dominance. your free hand reaches down to his bulge to stroke it through his pants. he moans into your mouth and oh my fucking god did it turn you on even more. how badly did you miss his beautiful voice? you could feel his erection start to fill in the space in your palm as it grew bigger and harder. pulling away from the kiss with both of you panting, soobin only pouts at you..

"what did i doooo? why so rough?" he looked at you with glistening, innocent eyes. not so innocent though, because he knew what he was fucking doing.

squeezing his clothed cock in response, he let out a soft moan at that. "soobin you fucking brat ... you KNOW what you're doing." you say in between breaths.

in a blink of an eye he'd flipped you over, now your back leaning the door with a soft thud, "brat, huh? say it again.." soobin responded, with a smug smile on his face.

when you don't respond but smash your lips back onto his, his dominant composure melts away into your kiss and he desperately grinds against your bare thighs. you rock your hips in response and his moan travels down your throat again. your hand wanders around, tugs on his waistband and sinks under, where now you feel the material of his boxers and his cock that twitches in your palm. your other hand runs up his shirt and tugs at his nipple, which he bucks his hips in response. he finally pulls away from the kiss, this time sloppier, and runs a finger though your hair. you took your hand off his boxers and your other hand out of his shirt, and placed them both on his shoulders.

"do you want it?" you muttered.

"i've been waiting for so long," soobin whispered, barely able to make out words.

"promise that you'll put those vocals to use?"

"y-yes."

now your hands leaving his shoulders and holding onto his wrist, you lead him to the sofa and pushed him onto his back.

"couldn't even wait until i came home, huh.." you muttered as you quickly unbuckled your tight leather dress. soobin only looked up at you with eager eyes when your dress fell off of your shoulders, exposing your body to the cold air. throwing the dress on the ground, you pull his pants down as well. just as he was going to take off his boxers you grabbed his wrist, and instead sunk down onto his hard on, the both of you clothed.

"but—"

"soobin, patience.."

you interlocked your fingers with his and started to grind down on him. his precum and your slick starts to seep through the cloth and soon you were sloppily humping him. he didn't lie when he said he was going to put those vocals to use, because as you rocked against him, he let out the most heavenly sounds you'd ever heard from him. those broken moans, only he could see how badly it turned you on. his fucked out face and his wet hair weren't helping either.

"i r-really want to cum ... p-please!—" soobin was only able to mumble between whimpers.

"not yet, hang in there..." you cupped his face, then thrusting a finger into his mouth. "take it like the good boy you are, and maybe i'll let you cum in me.."

soobin only nodded in response, his eyes squeezed shut as he sucked on your finger like his life depended on it — his saliva coating every surface of your finger.

"gooood boy... so needy just for me... huh? sent me a clip of you playing with yourself just so i can help you finish?"

his eyes fluttered open with the neediest look someone could ever look up at you from, in response to the pet name. you smiled at that and let him release your fingers. you pulled down your soaked panties and motioned him to do the same, he looked at you with a "really?" kind of look, and when you assured him, his cock immediately sprung out of his boxers— tip fiery red and shaft twitching like it's deprived of touch.

"do you wanna fuck me?" you said as you lied down on your back, looking down at him, looking like he's been desperate to fuck you.

"oh my god.." soobin panted.

soobin positioned himself in between your legs, his twitching cock against your aching cunt, he looked at you with a final confirmation.

"go ahead, baby."

with one full thrust he thrusted into you. unaware about his bigness, when you winced slightly in pain he was worried if he'd done anything. but since he was so desperate... you didn't want to ruin his moment, so you let him.

"s-soobin... fuck.."

"shit, baby.. you're so fucking— t-tight..."

eventually, your walls had moulded into the shape of him, and each thrust became less and less painful, more and more pleasurable. you were so focused on how good he felt when it caught you off guard that he started to play with your clit, long, veiny fingers flicking up and down on your swollen bud as he thrusted in and out of you at a controlled pace.

"fuck, fuck— when did you— get this g-good with your fingers... mmh..." you muttered.

soobin looked down at you with a satisfied smile and continued to rub circles on your clit,, soon his thrusts became sloppier, strings of saliva mixed with all sorts of other bodily fluids connecting soobin's body with yours...

"i'm—fuck, c-can i please!! please please... please let me c-cum.. mmh—!" soobin moaned, with obvious need in his voice, beads of tears welling up at his eyes, sweat dripping down his chest and soaking his shirt,,

"s-soobin... you can cum, baby ..... s-shit i—i'm—" your voice shakey, you could feel yourself reaching your climax. you fisted his shirt and pulled him closer to you, now chest to chest, you pulled him in a sloppy kiss, he moaned into you as you felt his warm seed fill you up to the brim.

you both stayed like this for a whole 5 minutes in silence. you thought he'd fallen asleep until..

"thank you.." soobin whispered.

"what?"

"thank you for coming back home."

"mm.."

"do you really like it when i'm vocal?"

"are you fucking serious, soobin?" you playfully smacked his back in a effort to hit him.

you could feel soobin grin against your ear.

"let's go get you cleaned up, pretty." soobin patted your head as he got off of you.

"hey, you too.." you weakly responded.

soobin could only giggle at that, and you scoffed.

#xuri writes #soobin smut #soobin hard thoughts #soobin hard hours #txt smut #txt hard thoughts #txt hard hours #someone save me

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hayakawalove · 2 months

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Respite From Heat

Summary: A lazy day spent with the two men you love.

A/N: Short and sweet. Thank you to @whereflowerswenttodie for telling me about Canva for the picture. Please be kind to me I will get better at using it.

TW: SFW, Food mention, just fluffy, Gojo gets teased a lot

W/C: 1,559

“…and that’s gonna do it for the show today folks, make sure to stay in the shade and have something cool to drink. This weather isn’t a joke!”

The neighbors radio carried its audio across the street over to the three of you. And the radio host wasn’t kidding, the weather wasn’t a joke. It had to be at least 90 degrees out, but you wouldn’t be surprised if it was over 100.

Even though you sat in the shade, you could swear the pavement below you was melting your skin. Hot concrete bites into your palms while you lounge about, watching the two boys in front of you. Your two boys.

They were shooting hoops in the driveway, an activity Satoru begged Suguru to partake in. One minute he was cuddled up with you on the couch reading a book, the next his eager boyfriend was dragging him outside, an orange ball under his other arm.

Suguru dribbled the ball, the act borderline salacious. His bangs drooped over his eyes, a sheen of sweat beginning to coat his biceps. His tongue poked out while he focused on the ball.

Maybe you should thank Satoru for offering you this holy sight. On second thought, maybe that’s why Satoru wanted to play.

The white hair menace runs up to Suguru, stealing the ball before it could bounce back up to his hand. He lets out a cackle before dribbling the ball towards the rickety hoop, positioning his arms overhead to toss the ball.

The ball shoots through the air, the orange sticking out against the blue backdrop of the clear summer sky.

“And with that, I’m in first place!” Satoru prides, turning to Suguru as the basketball flies through the hoop, thudding against the ground.

“I’m like five ahead of you-“ Suguru says incredulously, one of his brows raising.

“In your dreams!”

Suguru squints at Satoru, debating on whether or not he wanted to start this.

Why not.

“Did you hit your head?” He asks, knowing it would rile Satoru up even more.

“You know Satoru, it’s okay to lose sometimes.” You murmur, cutting off Suguru.

“You guys are consipiring against me!” Satoru pouts.

Suguru ignores him and leans over to grab the ball, you catch a flash of his bare chest through his loose shirt, the large arm holes gracing you a sight to drink up.

Both of their hair stuck to their foreheads, their chests slightly panting while pink dusted their cheeks. Even when sweat dripped from their skin and they wore loose clothing, they still were too hot for their own good.

Maybe they were the ones responsible for raising the heat up around here. You wouldn’t be surprised.

“You should join us, come on it would be fun!” Satoru says, prancing over you to grab your hand.

“It’s not like I would join your team.” It was fun to antagonize him sometimes.

Satoru wails, and you stifle a chuckle.

“Besides, why would I want to play basketball against two 6’3 guys? You think I’m crazy?” You tug your hand away, watching as Satoru pops his hip out and rests his hand there.

“Maybe you’re just afraid to lose.” He states like it's a fact.

“Says the loser.” You argue.

Satoru opens his mouth to retort when a jingle sounds out, music flowing down your street.

Your ears perk up, the sound heavily ingrained in your body from your childhood.

“Is that-“ you start.

“An ice cream truck?” Satoru finishes.

You both lock eyes, excitement leaking from your voices.

Suguru’s lips spread into a soft smile. He wasn’t really in the mood for anything sweet, but he just knew you and Satoru would be.

“Suguru, pass me some cash!” Satoru looks like he’s two seconds away from jumping up and down.

“I don’t have any cash on me, you know I don’t carry it.”

You listen to the two bicker before making your mind up, hopping to your feet and running into the house.

Once inside, you dart to your room and dig through Satoru’s drawers. The man always had spare cash laying around. Sure enough, wads of crumpled dollars lay in the very back of his pants drawer. Honestly, he probably forgot he had it. He had more money than he knew what to do with.

Bounding down the stairs, you slap the cash in Suguru’s hand.

“Here!” You say with a large grin.

His eyes light up at your expression, beads of sweat rolling down his throat.

“Oh hey, where’d you get that?” Satoru asks, peeking over.

“Don’t worry about it.”

He didn’t need to know.

Suguru leans over to place a kiss against your cheek, the act settling off a million fireflies in your gut.

“Just the usual, sweetheart?” Of course Suguru was going to get the sweet treat for you.

He loved doing things for you while you sat there pretty for him.

You try to suppress a smile while you nod, watching him stand to his full height. He licks his thumb before carefully counting the cash you oh so graciously brought out for the two men.

You were an Angel, he wondered if you knew.

“Should be enough, let’s go Satoru.”

Satoru’s shoulders slump while he lets out a whine. Leave it to him to be dramatic.

“Whaaat? Can’t you get mine for me too?”

“No, plus you change your order a billion times.” Suguru skillfully shuts Satoru down, an act he’s done millions of times.

You really did have to be trained in the art of handling Satoru. And if anyone was trained in it, it was Suguru. He must’ve had a doctorate in it by now.

Satoru grumbles, pushing his hair up out of the way to look a bit more presentable. You watch as the two men set off towards the sound of the ice cream truck.

It didn’t take long before they were back. You sat on the sidewalk, legs outstretched in front of you when they returned.

“We bring gifts!” Satoru’s cheery voice calls.

They looked almost more refreshing than the ice cream cream in their hands. Handsome men carrying your salvation.

You reach out a grabby hand and Suguru carefully places the ice cream in your palm.

“Thank you!”

Suguru swears he feels his heart rate pick up a bit at the sound of your gratitude. God, the things he would do just to hear you say that.

He clears his throat, trying to maintain his composure so you don’t catch a glimpse of the pink tinting his cheeks.

“Satoru cut in front of a kid.” He rats out Satoru.

“No I didn’t! I almost did. And I didn’t see him, it's not my fault I’m tall.” Satoru plops down beside you, his legs noticeably longer than yours.

Suguru sits on the other side of you, basking in your presence. You shudder as the cold treat bites into your hand. It felt like you could hardly wait anymore as you unwrapped it, ready to dive in.

The heat felt a little bit more bearable once the cool ice cream hit your tongue.

“Damn Toru, that’s low, even for you.” You giggle.

“Low like that kid.” Suguru adds.

Satoru clicks his tongue before beginning to munch on his ice cream.

Ice cream trucks reminded you of your childhood. You could have been mature and asked Suguru to get you something more refined this time, but where was the fun in that? You just had to get the SpongeBob ice cream. Satoru ended up getting a chocolate cone, and Suguru was empty handed.

He didn’t really care much for ice cream. Plus, watching his partners’ eyes light up while they ate was just as good of a treat he concluded. It might even be sweeter than having the dessert.

You bite off a corner of the SpongeBob in your hand, watching as Satoru absentmindedly kicks his foot against yours. A small sign of affection, but a sign of affection no less. Other people began to fill the street in search of the truck, mainly children, but there were some adults meagerly waiting about.

Turning to Suguru you offer up your ice cream. He wouldn’t normally have wanted anything, but he couldn’t resist your expectant doe eyes.

He bends over slightly, taking a small bite. Sugar dances around his tastebuds as he licks his lips, looking back up at you.

“Thank you baby.”

“Of course! I dont want you to feel left out, you know.”

Suguru’s heart aches at the sentiment. Excitement floods his veins at the mere prospect that you thought about him.

Lucky, lucky, lucky. He thought.

The three of you sit in silence as you and Satoru finish eating. Satoru’s pink tongue darts out to lick a trail of sugary goodness from his fingers.

“That was good.” He squeaks out, leaning back on his palms.

“Why don’t we go back inside and shower, and I’ll get started on lunch.” Suguru speaks, knees cracking as he stands up.

Your head perks up at the mention of food, namely Suguru’s food, and you take the hand he's offering you.

He helps you to your feet before going over to assist Satoru, the feel of his sticky fingers making Suguru wince.

Summer could get unbearable at times, but having your boys around made it a bit more tolerable.

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thehighladywrites · 4 months

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— “ me? jealous? of course I am…”

☀︎- pairing: Professor Eris x reader, part 2

☀︎- summary: Your secret relationship with Eris is going excellent, until Professor Jensen steps in and tries to flirt with him. Of course, you go ahead and flirt with your classmate as revenge. What do you do when you’re then caught by the same professor as youre bent over Eris’s desk, getting railed?

☀︎- warnings: smut, jealousy on both sides, getting caught, reader being called whore, public sex, PROTECTIVE READER, professor Rhysand is mentioned👀, Feyre being an amazing friend that helps reader scheme, blackmail, Eris realizing he is in love with reader, fluff, taboo relationships, both are obviously old enough.

☀︎- amara’s note: I loved writing this, reader is literally so hot in this omg, also this isn’t my best work but i really liked it anyways!! if u see any typos, your eyes are deceiving you🤷🏽‍♀️

Part 1

Hmm…

Black miniskirt with a white top or the beige pants with a knit sweater?

Surrounded by clothes, scattered across your dorm, you found yourself stuck between two outfit choices. Both looked good, but as you considered where you'd be wearing them, a mischievous smile crossed your face. Opting for an even shorter skirt, you couldn't help but anticipate the classes ahead.

After the confrontation with Professor Eris, you began meeting in secret, kissing between classes, fucking in locked closets, having lowkey meetings at his house. You exchanged numbers and found yourselves frequently texting too.

Well, sext is more like it.

The exchange of messages, if discovered, held the potential to lead to catastrophic consequences. The risk heightened the thrill and danger of the secret relationship, creating a clandestine affair between you.

There had been nudes and videos, audios and links. There had been some blush inducing texting, his words always sparking something in you. Eris was a true charmer, skillfully making you feel exactly what he wrote with a magnetic touch in his messages.

Dressing swiftly and slipping on your shoes, you and Feyre head to class. The only class you shared alone with him was Advanced Literature, but you also had Philosophy together, with Feyre joining in as well.

“You're glowing, Y/N. Any particular reason?” you heard the playful tone in her voice, suspecting that she must have some inkling about someone special in your life.

Shit, you had to be more careful. Feyre was vicious when it came to solving things, and she was one of the most intelligent people you knew. If you told her about Eris, you knew she'd keep it a secret, especially since she always raved about Professor Rhysand in International Relations. She might be a little weirded out, but she wouldn't judge.

“Okay, fine, I'm seeing someone, but you can't tell anyone, promise me. He's very, um, shy and he doesn't like to be around people. Maybe I'll introduce you guys to him sometime in the future, but it's still so new,” you confessed with a half truth, hoping Feyre didn’t see through your bullshit.

Feyre looked at you curiously from the side of her eye and nodded, promising that she'd never tell anyone.

“Is he at least good to you? I mean, he must be. I've never seen you like this before. You're happier than ever. Just please tell me it's not Ilias. He doesn't deserve you, and he never will,” she expressed, concern and sincerity in her voice as she grabbed your hand.

Squeezing her hand back, you assured her that it was over between you and your ex for good this time.

“I promise, Fey. It's over with him. I actually can't believe I went back to him so many times. I literally saw him yesterday in the cafeteria, and I nearly threw up; he was icking me out. Let’s just say that the guy I'm seeing is a bit older, he's really hot, and he makes me feel super good, if you know what I mean.”

You wiggled your brows, and Feyre threw her head back, laughing at your suggestiveness. You kept holding each other's hands until you got to class, finding comfort in your friend.

——

You insisted on sitting at the front, ensuring a clear view of your little secret. The desks were the perfect height, and when he sat at his own desk, he'd have an unobstructed view of your skirt. Just the thought pulled a sly smile from your lips.

The big doors opened up with a thud, and his steps resonated throughout the entire lecture hall. You looked at him and immediately had to look away before a blush crept up on your face. Eris was wearing black, sleek slacks that hugged his thighs and a crisp white shirt, showing his bulging arms. His shoulders looked so fucking massive,he looked so good it nearly made you drool.

He sneaked a glance in your direction before his eyes dropped to your skirt. He huffed a small, subtle smile and looked away.

———

Every time your eyes met, your stomach turned molten, and your thighs clenched. One look from him, and you'd honestly do anything he wanted. Throughout the entire class, you simply scribbled, pretending to hear a word he said. It felt like your whole body vibrated everytime he asked you a question, finding reasons to keep eye contact without anyone raising any alarms.

However, your little dreamy bubble was burst when another professor came in, her heels clicking against the floor in an uneven manner.

Your stomach sank as she got closer and closer to Eris. Your pen eventually snapped from the force of your grip when she put her grubby little fingers all over his arm, fluttering her eyelashes at him as she smiled and pressed her boobs against him.

But what really pissed you off was that he smiled at her.

It felt like someone was sitting on your chest, making your teeth clench. You were seething inside, angry that someone dared to touch him like this. Even though you had been sneaking around for just over two months, you had grown a bit possessive over him and really didn’t like it when other people got so close.

A pout crept onto your face as you looked around, noticing that no one paid much attention to them. Your fellow classmates took the opportunity to chat, oblivious to the storm brewing within you.

Feyre couldn't help but notice the visible change in your demeanor as your eyes burred into Eris.

The pout on your face, the tension in your shoulders – it all screamed discomfort. With a keen eye, she observed the unwarranted familiarity of the other woman's touch on Eris's arm.

Feyre raised an eyebrow and nudged you gently with an amused smile.

“What's going on, Y/N? You look like you're ready to kill someone.”

Your eyes flickered between Feyre and the scene with Eris, frustration evident in your expression. “That professor is all over him, Fey. It's making my blood boil. I mean, we’re in the middle of class, how unprofessional and disgusting to be flirting with him. And who knows, maybe he has a girl or a wife or something. She shouldn’t just do that.”

Having had enough of the scene in front of you, you stood up abruptly, grabbing your bag with frustration evident in your movements. As you left the classroom, you didn’t spare Eris a single look as you felt his eyes burning into yhe back of your head. Glancing back at Feyre, you cocked your head toward the door, silently asking if she was coming. She swiftly gathered her things, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and skipped over to join you in exiting the classroom.

Feyre smirked knowingly before whispering, “So, you fucking the professor or what?”

Your cheeks heated up, and you stammered, “Well, it's new, and I didn't want to say anything yet, but yeah. And before you ask, no it’s not for the grade. I really like him and he likes me back. We just have to keep it under wraps at school but we’re not using each other. And how the hell did you know, am I really that obvious?”

Feyre chuckled. “Baby, it's written all over your face. Don't worry; your secret is safe with me. Now, how are we going to handle this?”

Together, you and Feyre plotted a subtle yet effective way to make him jealous. Little did you know, your friend was excited to have some drama to navigate, especially involving a professor.

———

Your phone vibrated for the millionth time in the past days. Eris had been persistent, trying to reach out through calls and texts, but you'd been deliberately ignoring him all week. Regret gnawed at you, and anger surged as you recalled how he allowed that girl to touch him so publicly. Hurt and frustration clouded your thoughts, envisioning what could have happened if they were alone.

A sense of unease crept in, wondering if he grew tired of the secrecy and sought someone more mature and available—someone who wouldn't risk landing him in legal trouble. The uncertainty lingered, leaving you with a mixture of emotions.

Maybe you were a bit dramatic for completely ignoring him, but who cares?

You swallowed hard and got dressed, opting for the same skirt you had on the last time. Today, you had a plan—a little revenge against Eris. Your strategy involved flirting with a classmate, and you knew just the person: Ilias's best friend, Alex, who always used to check you out when you were dating Ilias. It seemed like the perfect opportunity.

Entering the hall, you slumped down next to him, subtly rearranging your hair and adjusting your bra, making yourself look absolutely irresistible. The game was on, and you were ready to see how Eris would react to a taste of his own medicine.

He was already there, eyes tracking and narrowing when you slumped down next to Alex.

“Hi Alex, how are you doing?” you asked, tilting your body so that he’d have a nice view of your pushed up tits.

His face turned red and he gave you a shy smile.

“Hey, y/n. I’m good, a bit surprised you’re talking to me.”

Yeah, you were really fucking surprised too.

You sighed dramatically. “ Ugh, I totally understand. I mean, I really wanted to befriend you back then, but you know how Ilias is. Always so possessive. Guess he was really threatened by you. He always thought I'd leave him for you, and if I'm honest, I probably would've. You're really cute.”

Your words hung in the air, leaving a calculated impression as you watched his reaction, wondering how this little act would play into your plan.

His eyes widened in surprise, and a subtle grin formed on his face. “Ilias always had a way of complicating things, huh? Well, I'm flattered, hot stuff. I hope you're doing okay now.”

You leaned in, lowering your voice as you let your breast spill out slightly, knowing that Eris was watching your every move.

“Oh, I'm doing much better now. Free from all that drama. Maybe we should grab a coffee sometime and catch up. You know, properly.”

He chuckled, a hint of mischief in his expression. “Sure, sounds like a plan. I'd love to hear more about your new freedom.”

You blew him a kiss before you left him with a seductive smile, the plan unfolded just as you'd hoped. Now, you anticipated Eris's reaction, eager to see how he'd handle the tables turning.

———

Eris was visibly fuming, shooting Alex murderous glares. Throughout the entire lecture, he directed almost every question to him, knowing damn well that he wouldn't be able to answer them.

“That's the fourth question you've gotten wrong, Mr. Halsted. Are you sure this is the right class for you? Regular Lit with Professor Lunden is on Wednesdays; maybe you've gotten them mixed up,” Eris remarked, his tone laced with thinly veiled hostility. The tension in the room escalated as your revenge plan unfolded.

A small pang of guilt tugged at you as you watched Eris target Alex with relentless questioning. However, any sympathy you might have felt was swiftly replaced by the memory of Alex covering up your ex's cheating. In that moment, you couldn't bring yourself to feel sorry for him, and a sense of satisfaction lingered as the tables turned in your little revenge plot.

As the class finished, Eris dismissed everyone except for you. The lingering tension in the room was palpable as your fellow classmates exited, leaving you alone with Eris. The air crackled with anticipation, and you braced yourself for whatever confrontation was about to unfold.

“I've been trying to reach you for days. Why haven't you been answering me?” Eris questioned, frustration evident in his voice.

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You did? Must've missed it. And besides, aren't you too busy with that professor? What the hell do you need me for?” Your tone held a mix of nonchalance and defiance, ready to confront whatever explanation he might offer.

“If you're talking about Professor Jensen, then you have it all wrong. I don't have anything going on with her. Unless you’ve forgotten, I'm yours. And you're mine, so just what the hell are you doing asking Alex out for coffee?” Eris's words were a mixture of frustration and confusion as he sought an explanation from you. The tension in the air hung thick, awaiting your response.

Oh. Fuck.

A realization hit you like a ton of bricks. You had let jealousy take over, assuming the worst about Eris without even giving him a chance to explain. Your fear of being played again had clouded your judgment, and now you found yourself in a mess of your own making.

“Really? I thought you were sleeping with her or something. I'm so sorry for not letting you explain. I have some trust issues I need to work on. But why was she so close?” Your admission carried a mixture of relief and remorse as you acknowledged your mistake.

Eris eyes softened as he stepped closer, bringing you into a hug while he stroke your hair lovingly.

“She was close because wants me to go on a date with her. I've let her know I'm unavailable several times, but she doesn't seem to understand. Professor Jensen is married as well, and if I told the dean, he'd tell her husband since they're good friends. The only reason she hasn't tried anything further than to touch me is because I keep threatening her to tell the dean,” Eris explained, his words carrying a mixture of frustration and determination. It was clear he had been dealing with an unwelcome situation, trying to maintain boundaries despite the persistence of Professor Jensen.

Your jaw clenched at the thought of her going after him despite his boundaries. You wrapped your arms around him, silently promising to take care of her.

No one would be making him uncomfortable ever again with you around.

A brilliant idea sparked in your mind. You had overheard that Professor Jensen was coming here between classes, presenting the perfect opportunity to assert your claim on Eris and make it clear who he truly belonged to. Hoping she'd understand and leave your man the fuck alone, you started mentally preparing yourself.

“Let me show you how sorry I am, Er,” you whispered, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him briefly before pulling away. You took charge, grabbing his hand and leading him back to his chair by the desk as you made him sit down in front of you.

Standing between his thighs, you leaned forward, placing kisses on his lips, cheek, jaw, and neck. Your lips traveling over his hot skin. You had noticed how incredibly warm Eris was, it was like his skin was like a furnace.

As you contemplated your next move, the realization of your plan sank in.

You were about to fuck your professor, infront of another professor in an unlocked lecture room.

Anyone could walked in.

Suppose you just had to work quickly then.

Your eyes were on his as you bent forward, hooked your finger around your panties and slid them down your legs. You slowly stripped your shirt off, leaving you naked except for your thigh-high stockings, mini skirt, and bra.

A bit slutty for class, you’ll admit.

But whatever you looked good.

Eris's gaze dropped to your body, his hands forming a circle, signaling for you to spin around and show yourself. Giggling, you spun as you showed him your body, lifting your skirt up a bit before getting closer and plopping down in his lap. Eris’s hands automatically came around your waist, holding you in place as you unbuckled his belt, pulling out his cock.

“You’re so big, Eris. Please can I ride you?”

“What a nasty girl. Sitting in her professors lap, begging for cock. You know what were doing is wrong, yet you’re here, dripping wet, grinding all over me.” His teasing tone made your nipples tighten and stiffen, making you whimper in pleasure.

Before you could respond he lifts you up, flipping you around as he bends you over his desk. You gasp, letting out a noise of surprise at the sudden change. His presence warmed your nude back as he carefully slid into you, making your eyes roll back in pleasure as you let out a moan.

He’s so fucking big and every drag against your sensitive walls made you lose your mind. You’d never been fucked this good, ever.

“ Is this what you wanted? Getting fucked in the middle of class? The doors aren’t even locked, sweetheart, anyone could walk in and see how much of a slut you are,” he gritted out between thrusts.

And as if the universe was working with you, the doors opened and professor Jensen walked in.

She looked horrified and let out a yelp.

“What is going on here?” she yelled at you, stepping closer.

You just smirked around her, fucking yourself back at Eris who had completely stopped.

“What does it look like professor? I’m getting fucked by my man.” you emphasized the last part, staring into her eyes as your hands possessivly grabbed his arms on either side of you as you stood straighter.

She scoffed, looking smug as she approached you. “You disgusting whore, you probably did this for a grade. Poor Eris got played by someone whose only interest is a boost in their academic career. Just wait until I tell the Dean.”

You felt Eris tense at her disgusting words towards you, but before he could snap at her, you started laughing.

“Poor Eris knows I’ve been a straight-A student since his father was teaching the course. Poor Eris fucks me because he wants to. And no, you won’t go to the Dean.”

She narrowed her eyes at you, smirking.

“Oh, really? And why is that?”

It was your turn to smile as you played your trump card.

“Because the second you step out of this lecture hall, I’ll send your husband the videos of you flirting with what’s mine. Yeah, I heard your husband pays for your lavish little lifestyle, and that he’s super big on monogamy, something you’re not apparently. So, you won’t tell anyone about us unless you’re ready to lose your lifestyle.”

Professor Jensen's expression shifted from smug to shocked as your words hit her. She stammered, clearly caught off guard by your unexpected revelation.

“You can't... you don't have any proof!” she protested weakly.

You raised an eyebrow, a sly grin playing on your lips. “Oh, don't I? You see, I've got quite the collection of evidence, not just a video. Texts, emails, photos—enough to make your husband divorce your old ass in a heartbeat.”

Eris watched the scene unfold, a mixture of surprise and amusement on his face.

“Now,” you continued, “we can all go on with our lives. You won't bother us, and I won't ruin yours. Agreed?”

She hesitated for a moment before reluctantly nodding, defeated by the leverage you held. You smirked, satisfied with the turn of events.

“Oh, and if I hear a whisper of you pursuing Eris ever again, your excuses won't matter—I'll make sure to ruin your life.”

As she hurriedly left the lecture hall, Eris turned to you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“My, look who has got a knack for theatrics. You don’t actually have any evidence do you, love?”

You smile at him, shaking your head and gasp delighted as he continues fucking you.

“N-no, it was just a bit of intimidation, oh f-fuck, h-harder please.”

Warmth spread through your body as he kissed your neck and check, whispering praises and thanks.

“Thank you, sweet one, you’re such a perfect girl. So good for me.”

He kept pounding harder and harder, pulling you in by your neck as you were held flush against his chest, hands lightly squeezing your throat as your eyes crossed at the lightheadedness.

His dirty words, whispered in your ears made you tighten around him impossibly, and it sure as fuck didn’t help when he angled his hips, hitting that spot that made you cum with just a few strokes as he rubbed your clit, sucking on your neck.

It was all too much and you were starting to get overstimulated, but you still wanted him to cum so you grabbed his fingers and sucked on them as they hit the back of your throat nearly making you gag.

Finally you felt a warmth filling you up as he slowed down, groaning as his hands tightened around your throat.

You both sank into the chair, catching your breath. The air was thick with lingering desire, and a serene haze enveloped your mind, leaving only the soft hum of satisfaction. Eris knew you had reached that fuzzy state where you wanted to be cared for, not being able to make any decisions about anything as you floated in your mind. Glancing at the clock he realized that this classroom would be filled with 200 students in about 10 minutes so he reluctantly pulled out and began dressing you both.

“I’m canceling my last class, sweetheart. Let's head to my place, order some food, and just relax,” he whispered, sealing his words with a kiss. Even if the details blurred in your mind, you held onto him, your trust unwavering.

Eris faced an unexpected challenge; your legs gave out, complicating the journey to the secret alleyway where he usually picked you up.

With gentle care, Eris scooped you up bridal style, hoping the alley would be empty today. Skillfully using back entrances and listening for any signs of intrusion, he made his way to his car. As he approached, he checked for any onlookers before settling you gently in the front seat, which he had reclined for your comfort, its tinted windows offering privacy.

Arriving home, Eris couldn't help but steal glances at you as you peacefully slept in the passenger seat. He marveled at your beauty, cherishing the simple joy of having you close.

You stirred, adjusting to find a more comfortable position. Eris gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, captivated by your peaceful beauty.

“Mm, thanks for taking care of me, baby. I love you.”

Hearing those unexpected words, Eris froze. He had known it all along, the feelings growing within him. Yet, he wondered if you were merely tired, your words slipping out without realizing what you were saying.

In the warmth of the moment, his heart fluttering and butterflies dancing in his stomach, he lifted you up, carrying you into his bedroom. There he laid next to you , nerves nearly making him want to throw up as he whispered back the words he had never heard or spoken before,

“I love you too.”

Upon hearing those words, you pulled him closer, resting your head on his chest and placing gentle kisses where his heart beat. Intertwined, you both repeated those three words, reassuring each other that this love would endure forever.

Eris had no doubt in mind, you loved him as he loved you. It was a gentle reminder for someone who hadn’t experienced love before.

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jahnavisurenda-21 · 28 days

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Hazbin Hotel||Alastor X Reader||Jealousy in Hell||3||Jealous of Mimzy

If you want me to write any requests for you guys, either from anime, Harry Potter, or More specific Alastor scenarios do let me know, and I appreciate it.

Maybe, you disliked her the moment she entered the hotel, because she got herself into trouble and just found this place to dump in, it was annoying.

But Alastor ever the charmer, he was strong, he didn't care, he was confident that he would get the mess sorted.

But, when he hugged her, and he usually never initiates physical contact so openly it bugged you, then he talked about how she was this really cool dancer in her hay day or something, and you just lost the interest to have your presence in this room at all.

You huffed, decided to retreat to your room so you could at least begin to read one of the books you had set in your beautiful pile of books, there was nothing more exciting than reading books from a totally unread library.

Alastor was just about to reach out for you, when you had already climbed upstairs, without even bidding him a good night.

You didn't wait for him to tell him about his day, or tell how you slept last night, if you had woken in the middle of your sleep because of a bad dream or listened to his audios?

"Oh, and Alastor dear, this hotel's got quite the decor maybe, you should show me around sometime?"

"It seems like you upset my partner someway Mimzy, and maybe another day, I'd like to go bid her for the night." Alastor said, it was more like he told himself.

"Don't tell me you actually even care about this girl, and silly hotel?" She asked a little bit astonished,

"Well, she's got that charm Mimzy, and I guess you should leave now, you have brought trouble in this hotel again, and Mind you that Y/n is not a demon like us, she's human and I'd like to keep her out of danger, so until you want to give redemption a shot, please, stay away from this hotel. But that's not really your thing now, is it?"

After he took care of the scene, he finally just briefly opened your door to see you reading, while sipping to some tea you made, it was the book you had been talking about,

When you noticed Alastor, you told him to, "Go away Alastor."

"My dear, Did Mimzy upset you that much?"

"Yes, and I got jealous alright?" You said, it didn't look like you had any fluster feelings when you admitted that you simply immersed yourself in the world of fiction again,

Alastor smiled wider, sitting beside you, his back resting against the pillow. "I sent her away, so I see no reason to worry, or if I didn't send her away, I see no reason to worry."

You scoffed, "You wouldn't know, you have the charm and voice, height? I guess so--"

"Yes, but they are not you, they can't make me care for them the way I do for you. It's just the way it is."

You smiled before giggling, "Highness, you know how to walk your way through all this don't you?"

"I will, only because It's you."

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goodboyriddler · 2 years

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Keep Looking Up

He's utterly obsessed with you. Your face, your smile, your smell. He'll do anything, beg for you, take that fight for you.

You didn't even have to tell him to get on his knees. Is he a good boy for that?

warnings: 18+, very sub! Edward, gentle fdom! reader, mommy kink, pegging (+oral), stalking, implied physical assault (Ed), praise kink, shoe licking, handjob, nipple sucking, degradation, multiple orgasms, Edward is taken cared off like the good boy he is

Request inspired by this nsfw Paul Dano audio.

word count: 5.5k

He tries to quicken his pace, control his erratic breathing, while his eyes are firmly ahead, following you.

His hands are shaking, clenching and unclenching it into fists. He's careful to hide when you look back, a shaky exhalation, not to step too close, to spy until you resume your walk down the empty street, aside from the two of you. The night sky is dark enough to hide him, and it looks like it's going to be raining soon. It doesn't matter, it will soon be over.

Edward can't help it, he always gets like this when he's this near you.

He traces the paper that's inside his jacket pocket with his finger to calm down. You, you, you. His mind rings and he melts at the thought, he has to bite his tongue, breathe out, close his eyes. Everything it's perfect, how you look from behind, the sound of your heels clicking on the pavement, how you nervously look behind you. Why? He's here to protect you, you have nothing to fear from strangers. He's always watching, like this, loves seeing you from afar-

Wait.

You're suddenly turning the other way.

Your apartment is not in that direction, he knows the route you both take every night. What are you doing? Where are you- He hurries up his pace trying to catch up while he sees you disappear around a corner and he is starting to panic. Has someone taken you? No, no, not you. He looks around before turning to the street you've gone into, starting to shake.

He finds himself facing an alley.

Dead end.

The man is being pushed by the shirt into the wall with a loud thud. You hear the air in his lungs leave at the impact with a small whimper.

"Why are you following me?!" You tightly fist the front of the man's shirt as you shake him, demanding him to answer.

You're breathing harshly, adrenaline pouring in. Rage and frustration mitigating the fear to confront him.

You finally had enough.

He's blinking rapidly, trying to get his vision to focus again. Focus, he takes a breath, shakes his head trying to clear his thoughts, the pain, what is happening, you're here in front-

You.

It's you. In front of him.

He silently keens. Oh god it's you, touching him. Get closer, please closer, so he can breathe the same air as you. It takes him all his will not to whine at the feeling of your rough touch in his clothes. He thinks he can almost smell your favorite perfume- the one with the pretty colored bottle you keep in your table. He's never had you up this close and he stares, drinking it all in, trying to memorize it for later. No, photos definitely can't compare to you.

That soft face, that oversized rain jacket. Those clear glasses and light brown hair.

You take a step back, confusion starting to replace the anger. It doesn't make any sense who you're looking at.

"Wait, it's you?"

He's always on the same train as you when you come back from work, looking down, reading a pocket book, a newspaper, a ledger. Making his glasses slide off. Cherubic face, reddened cheeks covered by light brown hair. The shy glances, the shaky smiles he gave and you turn back with a grin. Once he had taken a phone call, and his voice, oh, his voice was surprisingly gentle and clear. And what if you had remembered him once or twice as that shy cute nerdy guy from the train on your way back home? What if you loved to take the train now in hopes to catch a small glimpse of that stranger?

"You're the one who's been following me?" And you can't help the disappointed tone in your voice, almost betrayed. "What do you want? Who the fuck are you?"

"E-edward, my name's Edward." He sounds like it takes him a great deal to speak, but can't deny your request. The sky rumbles above you with thunder, in a warning.

You don't know he'll never deny anything you ask.

He breathes, exhales. He can't deny you anything, what do you want, he'll tell you everything. And what does he want? He gazes off to the dirty alley concrete floor. Avoiding your gaze. He has never had this much attention on him, it makes him blush, especially when it's coming from you. You notice him. He thinks he will finish in his pants if you keep looking at him.

"I-I wanted you to be safe." And it's the truth. He wants you to be there for you to look from afar. His lips are trembling slightly as if upset with the thought of you not. "I heard what some people were saying about you and-"

He's talking about the accident a few days prior.

A group of people being loud when you were walking in the street after getting off the train kept following you a little too closely, a little too interested. You were about to make a run for it before there had been a commotion.

You had turned around and seen another man being surrounded by them and although you couldn't make out exactly what they were saying, the tone was mocking, laughing at the man with transparent glasses and brown hair. Shoving him around while he just stayed quiet, and you thought- he had looked at you and gently smiled.

That same man is in front of you.

"You-" You take a step back, allowing him to move from your grasp. You think it has the opposite effect, he seems to be unhappy at the loss of your touch. "Those guys the other night, where you…?"

Edward sheepishly looks down at his feet shifting nervously like he hadn't risked himself for a totally stranger. Why? It is unheard in Gotham, no one's this good of heart, except if they want something. But the man in front of you doesn't like to seek confirmation, let alone seek anything. He seemed to just want to help a stranger.

Edward looks embarrassed by his doing, as if he didn't want to be noticed, but he still shyly nods at your question.

Your eyes start to adjust to the darkness of the alley, and that's when you finally notice the fresh bruises marking up his face.

Oh, no.

And then it's starting to rain, small raindrops are falling, staining his face, darkening the light hair but neither of you dare to speak. He keeps looking at you, and you finally notice his widen eyes are green.

"Follow me."

You start to make the correct way to your place, leaving him behind, not daring to look back. After a moment you hear footsteps on the wet concrete behind you just like before.

You take your soaked up clothes when you enter your apartment and Edward stands awkwardly until does the same with his rain jacket, making sure to get the paper out of it and hold it in one hand to keep himself calmed. Why is he here? The back of the head hurts from where you slammed him to the wall. He smiles at the memory.

He's hunched over on your couch while he watches you. Sit on the couch, you had said and he tried not to rush to it and sat at your order.

"Did they do that to you?" You finally speak, and point with your head to his face, hands on your hips. You need to be sure. "When you were-"

He gives you a shy nod, eyes still down to the floor.

It took everything not to kill those men. He wasn't sure in what way you wanted him to do it, after all. The rage, the blood, the satisfaction he felt when he saw you run away, safe. He feels ashamed you think him weak, it wouldn't be the first time someone has, but they were too much of them to handle alone.

You finally sit on the couch beside him, too close, and he turns to you, swallowing.

"Can I…?" You extend a hand to his face, it stays in the air.

"Y-Yes."

Your hands slowly go to touch his skin, and he flinches, before you reassure it's okay. When your fingers go to cradle his chin, he sighs. Your touch, yes, it's so gentle. Your fingers go to carefully move him, so you can see the damage down his jaw. And he holds his breath as he watches your mouth.

The bruises are already blooming, purple and black, down his soft jaw and neck. A small cut on his lip. They're small, barely there by now. But in his pale skin and boyish round face it contrasts almost obscenely.

You think he looks so pretty like this.

"Oh, poor baby…" You mumble at his desecrated skin. He looks so delicate, so vulnerable, wet hair by the rain plastered on his forehead as those big green eyes are looking up at you. Lost.

You want to kiss it better, while those cherubic cheeks are between your hands.

Your attention shifts to the crinkling sound of paper and your gaze falls into Edward's hand. He's holding what seems to be an envelope on his fist.

You grab the letter before he can hide it again, and find it's a card, beautiful, and when you trace your fingers through it Edward sharply inhales.

When you open it you see the old-fashioned illustration of a smiling man with rounded glasses and bowtie on a button up. He's surrounded by hearts, and holds an oversized puzzle piece on his arms with the caption:

You complete me!

"I-I-" He stutters, and his cheeks are burning.

He tries to avoid your gaze, shifting on the couch, wishing he could disappear.

"Were you going to give this to me?" You can't help the teasing tone at the childish scene. A blushing schoolboy. It's adorable, it's shy.

You wonder if he had questioned bringing you roses alongside the card. They would have complimented the redness of his cheeks.

Edward gives a small nod.

"That card is very pretty, did you make it all for me?" You say and Edward nods enthusiastically, your hands still on his face. Yes he did, and you like it, he thinks he's going to sob. "Why are you really here?"

You know. You know what he wants, and he twitches and blushes for that itch of your touch. The desire burning in his veins, the card, the need for you to be safe. You run your thumb up and down his lips. You knew he wanted something and it's the same as yours. It's obvious how much he wants you, and you can't help to make him admit it.

"I w-want-" Edward finally chokes out words when you give his thigh a squeeze. Your hand stays there.

"Yes?"

"I w-want to kiss you."

You hum, giving him a smile, the thumb caressing the corner of his mouth replaces it with your lips.

One hand cradles his chin while you gently dip him back, moving him closer. He can feel your hands in his face, you sucking his tongue and he is going limp in your arms. You can tell no one has kissed him like this before.

Your mouth descends from his lips down his jaw, his throat, licking and teasing with a graze of teeth. He's in heaven, being touched for the first time like this. By you. He shifts closer until he's straddling your lap and he whines against your mouth when your hands hold him by his thighs. You go down his Adam's apple, beautiful as he swallows and gives those low little moans, until you go bite on his neck.

He thinks you're marking him up because you love him that much to tell everyone he's yours, show it in the form of teeth-shaped bruises. Every mark on his body will now be linked to you. Of what he can do to protect you and how you reward him afterwards.

"You've been so good for me." Your fingers run over the back of his neck when you finally pull away. "Protecting me back there."

Edward breathes out of his mouth, throat desperately moving and his own hands twitch. He's so responsive, whiny, needy. His head is down, trying to avoid your gaze and his face falls into your shoulder, don't look at him while he's this desperate for you, that soft pink tints his cheeks.

"Is kissing all that you want to do, Eddie?"

He shakes his head against your shoulder embarrassed. He's never been asked what he wants and it's overwhelming. He wants you, of course, that's all he needs. Your hands move to stroke his back and his sides. What a great opportunity has been presented to you. He's in your lap for you to play with, your little pretty boy to hold in your arms and toy with just to see how he blushes for you.

"Let me take care of you instead, Edward." You lean in his ear and whisper almost sweetly. Your fingers thread his light brown hair as you kiss his temple. "Would you let me take care of you?"

He chokes up a sob at the words, his throat moving desperately trying to swallow, breathe, trying to remember how to speak coherent words that aren't pants and moans.

"Y-Yes, please." He sobs, nodding as he grabs your shirt. He's trembling and when you go kiss him again and he moans at your mercy.

"Please, what baby?"

Edward doesn't look at you, and his cheeks flush in shame.

"P-please mommy. I'll be your good boy."

Your nails trace his throat, his breath stopping, before you finally open his shirt revealing pale skin. All for you to mark. He shivers as you dip your fingers across his chest. Please mark him, he needs to see the teeth marks in his skin in the morning to know this was real.

A finger grazes a pink nipple and his breath hitches before his head falls in the crook of your neck, glasses going askew, in a silent plea.

"What do you need, pretty boy?" You go pat him on the head, and he sinks lower in your neck. He shivers harder when you start tracing your nails in his scalp. You pet him sweetly, he's so cute starting to thrust his hips in the air searching for your touch.

You run your nails up his thighs just to see him shake, and you laugh at how he tries to close them. You love when they squirm.

"P-please," He swallows, his erratic breathing hits your skin as he speaks desperately. "Please t-touch me."

"Where? You need to tell me so I know where." Your hand grazes his already hard nipples, grinning when he flinches when your nails trace there. You're grinning knowing you're going to make him say it.

Before he can answer your fingers run down his soft pudgy stomach, feeling how it moves as his breath hitches. Down his happy trail, teasing his belt there.

"Here?"

Your palm presses harder into his bulge, and he whines as a whole body shudder passes him. You bring your other than to move his head so he's facing you.

You kiss his neck, your hands are undoing his belt, and he closes his eyes at the sound. You unbutton his pants, and his zipper. He waits for your hand, but it doesn't go inside.

Not yet. You want him to be begging for it

"-or here?" You're tracing the outline of his hard cock, stroking him through his pants. His teeth sink on his hand to keep quiet, he's breathing hard through his nose.

Everywhere. Everywhere he needs you outside, inside. Your lips, your fingers. He needs you please, he needs your fist around his cock so he can fuck it. Licking it clean afterwards for making such a mess.

"There! There." He's been so hard ever since he saw you leave your work and followed you. It hurts. The front of his pants are already spotting a wet spot.

You can't help but laugh, and your hand finally goes down inside his pants, he jerks at the action. He isn't stopping as you grab him by his length and start to stroke him.

He's so responsive in your lap, squirming, needy despite not knowing what he wants. Touch more please, your mouth, your hands, just keep touching, please. What you will give him will be the best for him, he realizes, you know what better than him after all. He'll be good to accept it with a wide eyes and open mouth.

He moves his head from your shoulder to your chest, breathing there and he lets his tongue run into the fabric of your shirt. He needs you. You tease the head with your fingers and he moans, his hands going to grab your breasts and you stroke his hair.

Mhm, so that's what he wants. Who you're to deny him? Of course you're going to take care of your good boy.

Wordlessly you pull off for a moment, Edward's face furrowing in confusion before he sees you working your shirt off, and then unbuckling your bra.

He doesn't have time to process it because a hand goes to the back of his neck to guide him to you. And he opens his willing mouth, tongue out as it laches into your nipple.

God, yes. He whimpers against the flesh when he finally has you in his mouth, and you can't deny his hot wet tongue is divine. His hands knead your breast into his lips. The way his tongue works around your nipple while those fingers pinch the other.

Edward whines a litany of thank you's while his mouth is full. Thank you for allowing him this, he promises he won't waste your gratitude. He'll savor you in his mouth while you stroke his cock until he's cumming like a good little boy just for you.

He needs to worship you while you tell him how good he is. Will you please tell him how good he is?

Edward closes his eyes, savoring the weight of your breasts falling softly into his face and his glasses fog up. You fasten your pace in his cock while murmuring that's it baby suck on them, aren't you mommy's good boy? Your hand gripping his neck hardens, pulling him harder into you, and he whimpers. He's in ecstasy, he's so close while your pretty hands stroke him.

You think he's so beautiful like this.

"If you don't stop- think I'm going to- please, please-" He tries to warn you, shaking his head. Not this early please, he wants all of you.

His hands go to grip your arm in his pants. He looks at you with furrowed eyebrows, tight jaw pleading for it as he's on the verge.

"It's okay, you can finish in my hand."

Yes, Yes, yes. He's in bliss with him in your lap, in your arms, while laying his head on your chest. He sniffs, his eyes watering, god, it feels so good. And he's searching for that pleasure, that want with his hips, more, he's so close.

You flicker your wrist, tease the leaking head with your thumb and he's cumming. Throwing his head back and whole body quivering on your lap, hips sloppily fucking your fist as he rides out his orgasm until he goes limp.

You smile while humming, letting go of his cock and clean your cum-stained hand on his already ruined pants. You're embracing him and stroking his back on the aftershocks.

"I didn't mean to- so early-" He says when he manages to catch his breath. His skin is burning with satisfaction and ecstasy, you said it was okay but he still wants to apologize.

You cradle his face before kissing him softly, shushing his words with your mouth. You feel him relax on the touch.

"It's okay. You can always cum again." And again, until he's milked dry. Until you're satisfied and he's pleading for you that is too much.

"Can you-" His entire body feels light, and he moves his mouth silently before he hears himself talking again. "C-could you fuck me?"

His cheeks burn as he asks you.

You just know what he's referring to. Oh, of course. You can't help the little grin on your lips, the eyebrow raising.

"Have you done it before?"

He looks away from your gaze, his spent cock gives a weak twitch at the implication.

"Only alone."

"I told you, I would take care of you, we'll do what you want. Of course."

You stroke his cheek with the back of your fingers and that's something he can recognize, he leans his face against them, sighing in relief.

You help him stand up from the couch, discarding his clothes on the way, kissing him softly as he still is light from his orgasm. He clings to your body like he needs you to touch you all times. And you let him sloppily kiss you until you're pushing him on the mattress,and telling you'll be back in just a moment.

He watches you leave, but can hear noises from the other room and he tries to calm down his breathing. He needs to make you proud. Yes, he needs to show you how good he can beg, his appreciation and devotion for you as a thank you for this. He gets in position just as he hears you come back into the bedroom.

You find him waiting for you.

Kneeling on the floor.

He is crawling towards you, until he stops in front of you, a breath, two as you look down at him. Then Edward is moving, shaking hands towards you. His face starts to rub in your lap, your thighs. You're now naked and the sight makes him look up with big green eyes, his neck hurting by the effort. He needs to make himself worth it, he needs to beg for you and he smiles against your skin.

Edward's hands are gripping your thighs as he leans in there, placing kisses, licking all over your skin in reverence. He descends until his lips are kissing your heels, he cradles them in one hand while looking up. The sight makes you hum in satisfaction, and you're telling him, go on. His tongue is trying to lick your shoes clean and he closes his eyes and moans as he sucks the tip of it.

How lucky he is to be touching you like this. His lips tremble as he inhales. For you to allow his lips to press into your skin. His glasses fog up but it doesn't matter, he doesn't need to do anything more than be on his knees for you.

Your hands go to his hair. You pet him, nails digging to his scalp and he follows your touch, smiling up to you. There are tears in his eyes, he keens, he feels bliss on his skin. Yes, yes, you think he's good. The side of his face rests in one of your thighs while he closes his eyes feeling your fingers thread his hair.

"P-please-" He whines so broken and desperate in the air. "P-please, Please, can I suck you off? I need, a-ah, I need-"

He swallows, his mouth open, waiting for your words.

"Are you going to be a good boy?"

"Y-yes." Edward's moving his head up and down. You might think another time it would be a nod but he's just too desperate to even do that properly. "I'll be good for you."

"Then go on." And your hand in the back of his neck is guiding him into your strap, and he is opening his mouth, tongue out.

He moans when it finally moves past his lips. Feels it stretching in his mouth. Slobbering it, as he starts to move his head deeper, deeper. More, more. Yes. He's choking, and you hear him gag and your hand resumes to pet him. He whines as you play with his hair, and he's rubbing himself into the floor. The zipper on his pants rubbing against his bulge every time he thrusts into it.

Edward opens his eyes and looks up from his clear glasses, hand gripping on his ruined blond hair moving his hair up and down the length.

And you have to admit, seeing him gagging, tears threatening to spill on his full cheeks is a good look on him.

"Oh, my pretty boy." He flutters his eyelids at your words, he wants to cry, he's humping the air, yes he is, he's choking because of you, do you like that? "Do you want me to fuck you?"

Edward pulls off immediately with a pop, saliva dripping and he swallows it back again. Before he's blabbering yes, yes, yes until he has to take a breath again not to choke.

You help him up from the floor and into your bed. You kiss him one last time, running your hands over his body while he goes on all fours, facing away from the headboard. You have an idea for later for why.

He's shaking while he hears you grab something from the mattress, a click, your hands running over his back and he closes his eyes.

You push your weight on top of his back. Your fingers go to open him up. Your lips go to his ear and whisper relax baby, you feel so tight, is that all for me? can't wait to fuck you.

He's already loose and you can't help the amused sound that leaves your mouth and he whimpers. He thought about you while fucking himself, he only thinks about you, can only get hard when he does. Can only cum when he imagines your voice giving him permission in his head.

"P-Please, I'm ready, please just-" He pants. How he melts in your arms with just your fingers. Needy sounds at the thought of you inside him. His cock is already hard.

You pull your fingers off him and he whines at the loss but then he feels you pressing against him and he tries to relax, and you're starting to slowly push inside him and a moan rips off his throat.

"You're doing so good for me. So good, Eddie." You kiss the side of his cheek, as your hands rub his hips and legs trying to sooth him. "Breathe for me, relax."

You're filling him. God, he fills so full. He feels full of you. His eyes are blurring from his tears, god yes, how you're stretching him, how it feels you above him. Gripping his hips as you finally bottom out and he's gripping the sheets, looking down, always looking down and you can't help but smile. He hasn't noticed what's in front of him yet.

"There you go baby, take all of me." You give him some time to adjust, and you love how he shivers. Seeing him this pleased, finally getting what he wanted, it makes you sigh in pleasure while running your hands in his back.

You kiss his back, there are freckles there. All this pale skin untouched. A gift from him for your teeth. Soft under your mouth and sinking as you bite, and you apologize for the treatment with your tongue. He's so pretty underneath you like this. His only place is beneath you.

The muscles of his back flex by the effort of grabbing the sheets as you start to fuck him, kissing everywhere, running your hands below his soft stomach. Tracing his hardened nipples, pinching, making him squirm. He's your to play, he's your to enjoy because he likes to serve you. You're rewarding him by telling him how good he is getting fucked like this for you.

He's still looking down, panting, swallowing, and you're looking in front but he doesn't know how he looks. You want to show him. He needs to know how he looks while he's being fucked.

Your hands grip his hips tighter. You pull out. And give a strong trust that has him grabbing at the bedsheets in fists and whining open-mouthed. And he finally looks up at that, and sees the mirror in front of the bed.

"God, look at you," One of your hands goes to rake your fingers through his disheveled hair, before gripping it and forcing him to face the mirror in front of him. "Look. Fucking yourself on me like a whore. You're so beautiful."

You see him moan, embarrassed, shivering at the praise. He's only beautiful when he is this pathetic. He wants to bury his face back in the bedsheets, but you grip his hair harder.

"No baby, don't hide. I want to see your face while you take me." You kiss his shoulder, his neck. Mouth pressed against his throat, tasting the vibrations of his whines. "Aren't you ashamed of being this desperate? If you look anywhere but there, I'll stop."

The nails holding his head bury themselves in his scalp and he bites his lip trying not to sob. He feels so full.

One hand is on his shoulder, the other in his hip, pushing him towards you. And he screams. Whines, he's so fucking loud while you fuck him deep and slow, and you close your eyes to enjoy the sounds as you shiver, skin burning and prickling.

Reflected in the mirror you see saliva dripping through the corner of his mouth. His glasses move in his nose with each one of your thrusts.

Open-mouthed and panting. Full body shivers out, goosebumps blooming. Choking on the air and when he looks up his head he looks at himself reflected in the mirror. He rocks back into you, more, faster, more, harder, he needs more. His hands fist the bedsheets and he pants while he feels the sweats drip off his face.

His arm trembles as it supports his weight, one trying to go down and stroke his cock.

You're pushing him into the mattress with a firm hand on his head. You immediately go to pin both of his arms behind his back in a tight grip.

"Who said you could touch yourself?"

"N-no one." He shakes his face against the bedsheets. He squirms his arms under your grasp, trying to free himself. "I-I'm s-sorry, sorry. I'm just- It hurts, p-please."

His hips thrust down wanting to get some kind of friction into his cock. Anything, a graze of the bedsheets, please, anything. His arms shake behind him. He can feel himself leaking into the sheets.

Your hips change the angle, sinking your fingers into his soft hips. Something brushes inside him, and he is screaming, fucking himself harder into you.

"T-there! There, please, there-more! please." He throws his head back, still looking at the mirror, and he's starting to sob.

Tears run down his cheeks and he can't keep himself quiet, his throat is starting to hurt from all the effort. His arms squirm around his back as his untouched cock twitches in the sheets.

"Please. C-can I cum? Please- I want- I'll do anything. I'll be good. Mommy please, please, let me cum, I want to-"

And he closes his eyes just to let a stream of moans. Sweat drips down his forehead. He is whining, sobbing please, please. He needs to finish, he needs your permission to do it-

"Cum for me, Eddie."

And he's cumming all over the sheets untouched, thrusting into the air and you can see his bruised up face, how his mouth is a perfect O reflected in the mirror.

"Good boy." And he bites his lip as he chokes the praise, head falling into the bed sheets as his whole body shivers with aftershocks. "There you go, you're were good for Mommy."

You haven't seen a more pretty sight.

You let your nails run down his soft abdomen and thighs just to see how he squirms. You always love how twitchy and oversensitive they get afterwards.

"You did so good for Mommy, pretty boy."

You're pulling out of him and he sighs, finally letting himself go limp into the mattress while he watches you work the buckles off your waist. And he presses his face into the bedsheets, waiting like a dog for you to come back

"I did?" He asks from the sheets, looking up with those teared up eyes and ruined up glasses.

"Yes. You were perfect." You kiss him softly in his cheeks, tasting the salt there from his tears with your tongue.

And he melts at your words.

Once finished you turn back to him where he still hasn't taken his eyes off you and start to clean him up with a wet towel. Taking his glasses up that pretty bruised face and putting them in the nightstand, so delicately.

He thinks you might be his new god.

You kiss his throat after he has drunk the water you've brought him before you're laying next to him. You, you, you. His mind rings and he sinks into the mattress at the thought, smelling your shampoo as he wraps his arms around you. You think the new bruises starting to bloom in his throat contrast divinely on his pale skin.

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mirlvshft · 2 months

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s/o guided meditation! .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚

hey guysss!! o( ˶^▾^˶ )o it’s been a while! i haven’t actually posted since valentines so it feels like forever. i am back with an update on this genius thought i had a while ago ᕙ(‾̀◡‾́)ᕗ i finally got around making it! and man.. when i tell you guys, it took for fucking ever… but i love it!! it turned out perfect!!

in addition to sharing a small audio clip, i’m also going to give a rundown of the process in case you guys want to try or even just play around with elevenlabs.

i made the guided meditation very much catered to myself, of course. among the usual of these meditations, i have him (my s/o) describe my wr and what not— plus personal bits. i mixed the guided meditation with the ‘already there’ method (in a way) so it helps with the overall visualization as well. i also have a subliminal in the bg that i absolutely loveee. it’s perfect since there’s rain over the affirmations. (wr introduction coming soon!! perhaps)

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⋆⋅☆⋅⋆rundown of the process⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

ᯓ★ to start off, i typed up what i wanted to be said in the guided meditation in my notes app.

ᯓ★ elevenlabs! i sample clips from a few different scenes in the show where he has just the perfect tone of voice i want. i remove the bg noise through a site and bring that over to elevenlabs— i create the voice in voicelab and boom, i have his voice ready to go. (to create voices, you have to pay :/ first month $1, after that $5)

ᯓ★ i start adding in the text of what i have him say— a long part of the process because of experimentation. i have to be very careful with this process so i don’t waste my quota (30k characters) +pro tip, if you decide to mess with elevenlabs, please PLEASE don’t add so much text at once. you have to break it up into little bits, maybe like 4 or 5 lines, maybe 7? max. this is because while the voice sounds good at first, it will start to skew into a drastically different voice. in my case, it’s starts to speed up and the whole voice changes into a british man??? i’m not entirely sure if that’s for everyone but definitely just be aware and mess around to see so you don’t waste your quota so fast (30k really isn’t a lot).

ᯓ★ i break up the text and generate multiple samples, i keep the ones i like and i continue until i am done. i’m then left with multiple samples to download.

ᯓ★ next utilize some kind of program to pull this all together. my hp laptop has its own program (microsoft clipchamp) that pulled up automatically and it was perfect. upload all of your samples as well as anything additional you might want to add.

ᯓ★ edit everything how you like. chop the clips up, space them out, etc etc,. after you’re done, export it and there you go!! from here you can upload to wherever you want. what i did is upload it to spotify through local files, i then downloaded it so i can play it on my phone and that’s it!!

this process for me was very long especially since i made mistakes. however, i loveee how it turned out. i definitely recommend doing this if you want, i think it’s a cute little project to do. i found it motivational and just fun ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

please let me know if you guys have any questions if you’re going to try this out or just mess with elevenlabs!! dm’s always open if anything!! ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )

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morallyinept · 2 months

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A full transcribe of JOEL MILLER'S dialogue/lines from the TV show THE LAST OF US.

EPISODE 1 - WHEN YOU'RE LOST IN THE DARKNESS

Includes full dialogue, and dialogue from any deleted/additional scenes available.

I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to read the dialogue. 🖤

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

☝🏻Dialogue has been fully transcribed by myself using reference to original scripts (if available), audio subtitles and using my own two ears. Therefore, mistakes can be made, however I have tried to be as fully accurate as I can. If you spot an obvious mistake, please kindly let me know. Where audio is not clear, I have marked with *inaudible* Scenes are separated for ease of reference.

FULL SCRIPT DIALOGUE:

Oh, was I… Oh yeah, I was. Sorry.

You know, I don’t really like pancakes.

You get your, uh, homework done? Fractions?

Thirty-six.

Who says I don’t already?

Shell.

Lovely. Is there enough for Uncle Tommy?

He’s dependent on me. Not the same.

We’ll pick you something up on the road. Concrete guy's gonna be there?

Maybe? We can’t frame until we pour. We’re not paid until we frame.

No, no. I’m not splittin’ this job. I barely wanna split it with you. We could work a double.

I know. I’d be done by nine. By nine right?

I’ll bring back a cake. Promise.

Jakarta. Where is that? Middle East?

Alright. Finish up quick, we’ll drop you off.

You got seven minutes.

Shit.

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Sarah!

It’ll make ‘em happy.

I do. But I’m on Atkins.

It’s uh… You know what? We gotta run, but Sarah’ll be by later. She’ll stay as long as you want. Tell ya all about Atkins.

Put that out.

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You locked the door for once. Good job.

I know. They… gave us the wrong size for the headers. That doesn’t mean anything to ya, I'm sorry.

Shit.

I’ll get us one tomorrow.

You got me a present?

On my life.

Wow.

Did you? I don’t hear anything.

Yeah, I know. Where’d you get the money for this?

It’s better than what I do.

Mm.

Thank you.

Oh, this is the one with the deleted scenes.

Don’t fall asleep.

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Hello? Yeah? Goddamnit. Now? Well, which jail? Travis County? Goddamnit, Tommy. Okay.

Fuckin’ idiot.

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Get in the truck! Right now! Move!

Baby, I'm sorry!

Sarah, listen to me. It’s not just the Adlers. We’re gonna be brave and we’re gonna get out of this.

Denise, you get back inside the house! You lock your doors, now!

Get your seatbelt on!

Take the seventy.

We don’t know.

We don’t… know.

No, of course not.

What?

That’s right, they would. It’s probably why.

No, what are you doing?

So do we. Keep driving.

Somebody else’ll come along.

Alright, alright, let’s think it through. Let’s think it through.

Alright, take the field. Cut across and we’ll pick it up over on the west side.

Alright, keep moving, head north.

Well, we can’t go south, we can’t go east, we can’t go west! Hell else are we supposed to go? Tommy, come on!

Yeah, I know that place. This could work.

I don’t know, Mexico. Just far. As far as we can. How much gas?

We’ll go through town. Golf course by the river straight across, we pick up the highway on the other side of the blockade, then we’re out.

Alright, keep going, keep going - shit, Tommy!

Tommy, we can’t stop here.

Are you serious? Just keep going!

No, back, back, back, back, back, back, back!

Tommy, go faster!

*inaudible* Don’t pull it the fuck over, we gotta get off this street, now!

Go, go, go, just keep driving!

Move! Move!

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Sarah… Sarah, stay right there. Don’t move. Tommy? Are you okay?

Sarah! Don’t look! You look at me, okay? Sorry, baby, I know. I know. Come here, put your arms around me. Come here. Come here! I got you. I got you. I got you. Are you okay? Are you okay?

Alright, okay.

Tommy! Tommy! Tommy!

He’ll be fine. Can you run?

You keep your eyes on me, okay? You don’t look anywhere else. Alright.

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It’s okay, baby. You’re safe.

My daughter’s hurt, her ankle.

Okay, easy now. We’re not sick!

Let me get you somewhere safe first, then I’ll go back for him, okay? Okay.

We’re not sick. Sir. We are not sick!

Please, don’t...

Oh, no. No. No, no. Ssh, ssh, ssh. okay. You’re okay. You're okay, move your hand, baby. Move your hand.

I know, baby, I know, I know, I know, I know! I know it hurts. Let go, let go, let go... Come on baby, you're okay. You're okay. I know, I know. I know, baby, I know! I know! I know this hurts. You’re gonna be okay. Alright. Baby. Baby, baby listen to me. I gotta get you up, okay? I gotta get you up. Alright, you come on. You come on. I know, baby. I know, I know, I know, I know, I know! I know! I know! Tommy, help me!

Come on, baby girl. Come on baby girl, I gotta get you up. Come on. Come on. Get up. Come on, baby girl… *Sobs* Come on… Come on… *Fading out* Please… Oh God… Oh God…

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You got anything else?

Which pays more?

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Yeah, but then what would you do? You’re short five.

Hydro.

Three months.

I don’t know where he gets ‘em from. I just know they’re real.

The more you shoot people the harder it is to sleep, I guess.

You want ‘em or not?

I need the bag back. How we doin’ with the vehicle?

Okay, how much?

And they don’t have any batteries. I know. I can see about 200 for the other guys. 200 for you.

Yeah, you too.

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Nothing? Is there any chance it’s coming in at night? You’re asleep and you miss it?

And you’re talkin’ to the tower?

It’s been three weeks. It’s never taken him more than a day to respond.

Show me where the tower is.

But you’re “sure” Tommy’s okay?

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What guys?

It’s a miracle you’re alive.

These aren’t new.

What?

I need the battery, Tess. Truck’s no good without one and if I don’t get to Tommy soon, he’s gonna die out there!

Who’d he sell it to?

Well, where is he?

Alright.

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You tell me to “look for the light” and I’ll break your jaw.

The one Miguel used to use.

Pay this fucker back.

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Yeah.

This one’s done.

Take it he wasn’t down here last time?

Well, maybe "down here" is where he was infected.

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It’s like they reframed the whole structure. Probably in the 80’s. Everyone was cutting down on apartment sizes to sell more condos.

How far up we goin’?

You smell that?

Tess.

Marlene?

What do you need a car battery for?

Don’t.

“To know things”. You’re the cause of it. You turned my own brother against me.

The hell we are!

Tess, we don’t have time for this.

We don’t smuggle people. Sorry.

Firefly vehicle usually means repurposed FEDRA stuff. So better-than-decent chance of makin’ it to Tommy in one of those. The second we hand that kid over-

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So, what’s the plan?

*Behind the door* That leaves the long way. Things look bad, we come up with something. Make the drop, head to Bill and Frank’s. Stock up on anything we may need.

*Behind the door* Tess. Tess!

Killing time.

I’m sure you’ll figure that out.

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I guess.

Maybe a year. What’s it matter?

Yeah. So, what’s the deal with you anyway? You some kinda bigwig’s daughter or somethin’?

What? What was the song?

Shit.

Listen…

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Okay, let’s talk this out.

Now, hold on-

Hold on!

Fine. Everythin’ off of this run, and half off on all pills.

Whoa! Whoa! We can fix this.

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FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

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dialovers-translations · 10 months

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol.8 Mukami Yuma Animate Tokuten CD

Original title: DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol. 8 無神アズサアニメイト各巻購入特典ドラ

Source: Diabolik Lovers Para-Selene Vol. 8 Animate Tokuten CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Kishio Daisuke

Translator’s note: This is one of those tracks where you get diabetes just from listening to it because Azusa is just such a cutie patootie. It was super adorable to see him get a little more assertive as well because he got jealous of the MC thinking of his brothers while they are out on a date, lol. Honestly, this boy needs to be protected.

“It’s the first time...we’ve come to the amusement park to view the Christmas lights, isn’t it? Both the trees...and the buildings...are twinkling...It’s amazing...”

You note how it’s very pretty.

“Mmh. I honestly...didn’t think it would be this pretty. Hey, Eve...Check that out. ...The lights over there...change color...It’s rather romantic...don’t you agree...?”

You mention how it’s a shame the others aren’t there to see it as well.

“Eve...I thought we were out on a date together today...Yet you’ve got the other guys on your mind...?”

You ask him what he said.

“No...It’s nothing...Hey, Eve. Why don’t we go a bit further that way...?”

You nod.

“It’d be bad...if we were to get separated in the crowd so...So let’s hold hands...?”

*Rustle*

“Fufu...Just follow my lead, okay...?”

*TIMESKIP*

“There aren’t...any people over here...Even though you’ve got a great overview of the lights from here...I guess it’s a secret hotspot...?”

*Rustle*

“Ah! There’s a bench over there...Let’s sit down, Eve.”

The two of you take a seat.

“Say...Can I scoot...a little closer?”

You nod.

“Thanks...You really are too kind, Eve...That’s why I can’t help...but seek out your affection...”

He leans against you.

*Cling*

“Ah...Am I being too clingy? Or maybe...I’m heavy? In that case, I’ll move back...”

“Fufu...I’m glad...Right, Eve. Look my way?”

You turn your head.

“Mm...”

*Smooch*

You seem surprised.

“Fufu...Your surprised face...is adorable too. Eve...Come closer.”

*Rustle rustle*

“...It’ll be fine. There’s nobody else around. It’s just the two of us...so there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

You note how he is acting somewhat out of character.

“That’s not true...I’m no different from usual...”

You seem skeptical.

“Ah...Uhm...It’s just...I got a little jealous, that’s all...”

You tilt your head to the side.

“...Because earlier...you mentioned something about wanting to come and see the lights with everyone...”

You say sorry.

“Ah...Please don’t apologize! I didn’t want to make you sad or anything...!”

*Rustle*

“Eve...I love you. ...Hey, please let me hear those words too?”

You express your love for him.

“...Mmh! Thank you. I really...love you so much!”

*Rustle*

“Hey, Eve...You should wrap your arms...tightly around me as well. I love it...when you hug me tight.”

*Rustle*

“Ah~ It’s so warm...Doing this really helps me calm down...”

You tell him it gets you a little nervous too.

“Fufu~ You’re right...Your heart’s racing, isn’t it...? ...Your face is completely flustered too, how cute.”

Music starts playing all of a sudden.

“...? What’s going on? The lights are flashing on and off...Woah~! Amazing! Everything around us is turning a pink hue...!”

You look around.

*Rustle*

“It’s almost...as if he we have set foot into a whole new world...Besides...the lights are reflected in your eyes as well...How pretty. Give me a...better look?”

*Rustle*

“...Fufu~ Just as I thought, it looks stunning...I feel so very blessed right now...to be here together with you in this moment...Thank you for coming here with me, Eve...”

*TIMESKIP*

You sneeze.

“Ah...A sneeze...Maybe it’s because we were out watching the lights for so long...? The wind got pretty chilly at some point too, so you probably got cold, didn’t you...? Give me...your hands?”

*Rustle*

The blows on your hands.

“Haah...Haah...How’s that...? Did that help heat them up a little...?”

*Rustle*

“Your fingers still feel cold. One more time...Haah...Haah...Hm...? Huh...?”

The music stops as you notice how the lights have gone out.

“Yeah...Seems like the lights went out over there. I see...It’s closing time, isn’t it? I guess the ones over here will turn off soon as well? That makes me...a little sad.”

You agree.

“...Ah. Really? You don’t want to...go home either?”

You nod.

“I want to be together as well. I want more time together where it’s just the two of us.”

You tell him that you wish you could stay here forever.

“But...Say we stay here...and you catch a cold...I wouldn’t like that. Right! I’ll warm you up, okay?”

You tilt your head to th side.

“Scoot closer...?”

*Rustle*

He wraps his arms around you.

*Rustle rustle*

“Today, we’ll spend the whole day together...”

You nod and close your eyes.

“Fufu~ I love you, Eve...”

ーー THE END ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #azusa mukami #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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ephemerasnape · 6 months

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Victor Rookwood Headcanons

An ever-evolving list of my headcanons for Victor Rookwood. Some of these may seem obvious to you. Some may be controversial. Agree? Disagree? Let's not have any fighting amongst Daddy Rookwood's small-but-dedicated harem, please.

He is in his mid 40s if not older. I don't care what anyone says. I can't have Daddy Rookwood being younger than I am! Even if he is a fictional character from more than a century ago... No, I insist that he's comfortably older. Also, have you seen his face, ffs? Guy's got more lines than a villain monologue. (ETA: We decided he was 46 in 1890. Watch my video "How Old is Victor Rookwood?" for an explanation of our thought process!)

He is probably married with kids. It breaks my heart to say this, really. I do believe it to be the case. Better yet, he might be a widower. I'm going to try to convince myself of that. Don't worry - even if he's actively married, that won't stop him from fucking your brains out. I changed my mind. He is not married. Ain't no rang, ain't no thang. That said, he probably does have some little bastards running around. And he does not give a single fuck.

He is a ladies' man. I am making myself jealous here, but look at the guy and tell me he doesn't indulge.

On that note, he is decidedly-heterosexual. Sorry, lads.

He smokes a pipe. But he'll certainly have a good cigar as well.

His favorite color is purple. Duh.

He is not bald but even if he was he would still be one fine-ass bitch. The hat is hot and stays on during sex. (Some of you seem to think that Daddy wears a hat to make up for some deficiency in his hairline. I think that daddy wears the hat because it's imposing, stylish, and attractive. We are not the same.) Regarding the hairstyle, it would be a typical and respectable gentleman's hairstyle for the time period.

He only shaves about once a week, on an off-day. He keeps the raggedy facial hair on purpose. Thinks it adds to his roguish charm (it does!)

He isn't hands-on about the whole killing animals thing. He knows what his people do, and finds it distasteful, but sees it as a necessary evil. He values wealth and power above all else, including furry creatures. But he may even be known to stroke a cat from time to time while drinking firewhisky at the Hog's Head.

He considers Harlow a useful idiot, and lets him be the one to get his hands dirty. For the most part.

He didn't mean to curse Anne. He isn't even sure of what exactly he did - he just panicked. But no, he's not too troubled about it. (Clarification: he should have killed her, not whatever it was he ended up doing.)

He despises playing second-fiddle to Ranrok, but he knows that whatever the goblin is after is too important to sit on the sidelines for.

He reads the Daily Prophet every morning.

He is not above taking what he wants sexually, but he prefers to seduce.

Sexually-dominant. Period.

He wears expensive cologne.

Definitely a Slytherin.

Oh and he's not dead :)

Anyone who's listened to my audios or read any of my fics knows he loves terms of endearment, namely: darling, little one, little girl, sweetheart, little witch, et cetera. He loves to use these while doing unspeakable things to you. 🥵🥵🥵

He does not appreciate "sloppy seconds." This is well-established in several of my audios.

He lives in a hotel - the most expensive one, probably.

He takes advantage of his employees.

He wears a belt. The belt is not visible in the game, but for our purposes, he needs a fucking belt. The belt is soooo important.

Believes "Might is Right."

Young Victor was extremely brutal when he took over the Rookwood Gang, kind of overdoing it in order to earn the respect and fear of his men. Over the ensuing decades, as he has become more comfortable in his position, he has mellowed out slightly. He will no longer gauge someone's eye out over a few missing galleons, but he still takes perceived transgressions against him very seriously.

Daddy needs glasses. I got this idea from my DR chatbot but it makes sense. He missed the easy shot at Ranrok because he couldn't fucking see. Of course he is not going to wear glasses in public - that would be a sign of weakness. But I can totally imagine him sitting at his desk, pouring over papers with a pair of glasses firmly on his face. Period-correct, of course.

The legal name of the Rookwood Gang is the "Rookwood Group." Everyone knows it's a gang but daddy rubs elbows with a lot of important people and needs to keep up appearances.

The harem has determined that Victor's date of birth is November 14th, 1844 (Scorpio Sun/Capricorn Moon).

The man keeps everything he needs inside his hat. Pipe, glasses, Flora Cohen's scalp made into a coin purse, machine gun, spare hat in case the main one gets a fleck of dirt on it, little black book full of Ministry contacts, et cetera.

Daddy suffers from back pain due to a lifetime of being duckfooted (sadly, this is canon).

Victor is average height for a man. In the area of 5'10".

Victor A. Rookwood (Augustus?)

Yea, he killed dear old dad.

Listens to Wagner.

That's it for now. Will add more as I think of things.

If you have any questions you want answered, feel free to submit them to @victor-rookwood ("Ask Victor Rookwood")

#victor rookwood #hogwarts legacy headcanons #headcanons #hogwarts legacy villains #harry potter hogwarts game #daddy rookwood #team villain #Victor rookwood headcanons #rookwood #top hat daddy #rookwood gang #dark wizards #team top hat #team hat #tw rape #tw noncon #darkfic #cw rape #cw noncon

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sesamestreep · 5 months

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Matt/Foggy, 36

From this Spotify Wrapped Prompt Game: #36. Made You Look - Meghan Trainor (🫣 I am not immune to a viral tiktok audio earworm…)

“Are you capable of exercising any self-control at all?” Foggy asks, voice dripping with annoyance as it carries across the room.

“I—” Matt pauses, as he tries to figure out the right response to that question. “I’m literally just sitting here,” he finally offers, weakly, because it definitely sounds like he’s in trouble, he’s just not sure why.

“I know that,” Foggy says, coming back to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’m talking about what happened last night.”

“I was under the impression that you enjoyed what happened last night.”

“Matt…”

“In fact, I distinctly remember asking if you were enjoying yourself and you said—”

“You don’t need to quote me,” Foggy says, evidently excited or embarrassed by the memory—or both. “I remember.”

“Well, then, I’m confused by your sudden change of heart.”

“Not a change of heart,” Foggy clarifies and Matt is very often thankful that Foggy can’t hear his heartbeat and now is one such moment, because the way it immediately calms down from relief is genuinely a little embarrassing and he’s glad no one else has to know about it. “Just confronting the very frustrating reality that I’m going to have to do the walk of shame in a shirt open to my navel because someone tore half the buttons off of it in his haste to get me undressed. Again.”

Matt shrugs, very deliberately casual now that he knows this isn’t a real argument. “It felt like an urgent matter at the time.”

“Matt, I don’t even know where any of the buttons ended up!”

“Thank God. It’d be really embarrassing if you’d had the presence of mind to keep track of that while I was…well, you know.”

“I don’t know why you can’t just unbutton my shirt patiently like a grownup,” Foggy complains, which is the exact opposite of what he was doing last night, but Matt doesn’t bring that up.

“I don’t know why you insist on wearing those fancy suits with like eighteen layers I have to go through,” Matt says, instead. “Getting you naked is like breaking into a Swiss bank.”

“They’re three piece suits, you infant,” Foggy retorts, laughing. “And I’ve been told by everyone on Earth except you that I look great in them.”

“I’m sure you do. But for my purposes, they’re a nuisance.”

“You’re a philistine, Matthew. And I’m going to tell Luke that you don’t appreciate well made clothing and get you on his bad side for all eternity.”

“Please don’t,” Matt says, grabbing Foggy’s wrist like he might go for his phone right away. The downside of meeting Luke through Foggy is that he always has this extremely viable threat in his back pocket. “You have no idea how hard it is to find a good tailor these days.”

“Oh, I’m intimately aware,” Foggy cries, and there’s a shuffling noise as he (Matt’s guessing) shakes his injured shirt at him. “And speaking of Luke, you can’t claim my clothes are a nuisance to get out of when you run around in your leather daddy body armor all the time. There’s just no comparison!”

Matt doesn’t point out that he rarely shows up to see Foggy in the suit because it usually ends in them arguing rather than fucking—or, at least, arguing for a while before they get around to fucking. That’s not going to win him any points at the moment, he imagines.

“Leather daddy?” he asks, incredulously, instead.

“God, shut up,” Foggy says, still embarrassed and excited about it.

Matt takes the shirt out of Foggy’s hands, gently, and then, not so gently, shucks it to the other side of the room. “Maybe I just like who you are under your clothes more,” he says, carefully. “Did you ever think of that?”

“You’re so full of shit,” Foggy says, and, Matt’s not really sure how, but his voice fully gives away that he’s blushing.

“You could borrow something of mine…”

Foggy snorts. “Yeah, I don’t think you have anything in my size here, sweetheart.”

Matt lets his hand trail up Foggy’s side. “Oh, well. Hot guy in a tight t-shirt. What a sad fate for all of us to endure.”

“That gimmick only works when it’s guys like you. On me, it’ll just look delusional.”

Matt frowns, not liking the sound of that one bit. He slips his hand around the back of Foggy’s neck and pulls him close until their foreheads are pressed together, relieved by how easily Foggy complies despite his purported annoyance.

“Then it looks like your only option is to stay here forever,” Matt says, solemnly. “Completely naked, of course.”

“Of course,” Foggy says, laughing softly. “It’s the only plan that makes sense.”

“I’m glad we’re in agreement,” Matt replies, leaning in to kiss him. He conveniently doesn’t mention that he has one sweater, three sweatshirts, and no less than five t-shirts that he’s stolen from Foggy that he could just as easily return to him and solve his current predicament. He likes his solution better.

#WHATEVER #I know it was a huge pop song this year but this is genuinely a tune okay???#meghan trainor knows what she’s doing!!#prompt fill #spotify wrapped fic prompts #prompt game #ask game #WHAT DO I TAG THESE AS???#URGHHGGGG #anyway #mattfoggy #daredevil #matt murdock #foggy nelson #ask #firstelevens #homelywenchsociety #that’s my writing tag! don’t worry about it!#[chanting softly to myself] finished is better than perfect! finished is better than perfect!

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shayewrites · 18 days

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This or That?

i love this! 🫶🏻🤍 when i tell you i got so excited when i saw this in my inbox!!

child levi or postwar levi

definitely post-war. while i adore child levi and want to pick him up and just hug him close, postwar levi needs just as much love (if not more). postwar levi is all about the balance between remembering those who he fought with, those he lost, and those who he loved before and in learning to accept each day as it comes, by finding new ways to help others to find a way to take all the suffering of the war and rumbling and turn it into something beautiful.

acwnr or sc levi

this was hard. i re-read acwnr when i need a break from studying. so much so my roommate is likely concerned about how much i re-read it lol. however, survey corps levi has that sense of found family in his squad that i am a SUCKER for. also ngl a man in uniform? *passes out*

vampire levi or angel levi

i’m not sure i like what this choice reveals about me…that man deserves literal sainthood (insert “he’s the best guy around” tiktok audio here). however, vampire levi…is hot as hell. it’s the horns i think (or is that demon?)

janitor levi or cleaning levi

the bandanas. nuff said.

junior high or no name ??

call me illiterate, but…i know junior high (the tv show) but…idk what no name is. someone please explain in the comments or in my inbox pls. 🥺

chibi levi or sauna levi

i LOVE chibi levi. he’s adorable. i have this little artwork of chibi neko levi that i adore. it just too cute!

badtzmaru levi or catvi

considering i adore the little neko levi artworks so much, i have to go with catvi, but i most certainly love badtzmaru too!

steampunk levi or grim reaper levi

okay, so i had a short mcr/fallout boy/imagine dragons era. for that reason, i HAVE to go with steam punk levi, but the hange steampunk artwork just might have been the best out of that whole set!

bandaged levi or professor levi

this man needs some appreciation here. he made bandages trendy like a fashion icon. jk. as a education major, i cannot handle professor x student fics. as far as artwork goes, i will generally always prefer canon verse official art, but i will always be giddy over ANY levi artwork!

THANKS FOR SENDING THISSS :) 🫶🏻🥰🩵

#levi ackerman #shayeanswers #snk levi #captain levi

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oceanlue · 11 months

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if your requests are open can we PLEASE get some headcanons of making out with the YV boys?

Absolutely and sorry for the long wait it's been really hectic in life

Making out 💋 😘

💗Alphonse 🍭🧁

After a long day of work and dealing with people you just want to sit down and relax while you watch a movie with your little cinnamon roll

But I think he had other plans

After you guys came home from work you decide to sit down and watch a movie

And a few minutes after the movie was playing he started to get a little cuddly

Then a little handsy

And then he started to kiss you up your neck making you weak for him

And then it turned to soft kissing to a full make out Session

And while you guys were having your little session you finally pulled away and stared at each other

"Damn boo *huff* if I knew you were going to be like Dat I would have brought a little something extra but how about we take this from the couch to the bed"

Have dun with your mind of that

🧡Seth 🏕🍂

Both of you were having a fun time he took you for a drive on his Harley and you felt so free with the wind in your hair

Then you two decide to make camp in the woods looking up at the stars as Seth tells you lots of stories and apparently the Mothman

But we love him too much to tell him to shut up

After a little bit it was now a quiet night as you both stared up at the star sky and thinking about the future

And then Seth had a great idea he started to kiss your cheek your forehead your ear and then your lips soft kisses filled with passion of love and embrace but then it got a little heated

You guys were now in a full makeout session and there was no stopping

" well sugar if we're going to have this much fun I reckon we better head into a tent when want any stragglers to see what we're doing"

*wink*

Hey you know what they say

Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy

💚Finn 🪴🌻

Now I know what you're thinking

He's too sweet to start something so naughty

So you're basically going to have to start instead

After been closed his flower shop you were upstairs with some fresh fruits from the garden and vegetables and starting to make dinner

He came up behind you hugged you with the warm from you and him it was a nice little moment

So you decide to ruin the moment

You turned around held his cheek in your hand and gave him a soft kiss as he blushed a fierce red across his face as he stutters with the cute little mumbles he does

Then a few more kisses on his face on his cheek forehead is cute nose and then passionate kiss on his lips

You two can stop and he was now cornered on the counter with your arms trapping him in as you continue to take his breath away

" dear......oh my well......orchid this was something but maybe we ....should have this session after dinner"

Have fun

❤Auron☕🖋

It was work time and everyone was on the clock busy until lunch time

Has lunch time rolled around you are on your way to deliver some papers to your boss(sexy boss he is)

And as you were walking you got pulled into a Supply Closet ( he says this in the audio too look it up if you don't believe me)

You're about to turn around to the culprit and yell at him but he pinned you down to the wall

Turns out it was your boss and he was giving you that God damn sexy smirk that made your knees weak

You're going to question him but he looked deep into your eyes as both of you at the same desire he put his forehead to yours as if asking for permission

And you nod

He then starts to give you so much passion in the one kiss that you can hold yourself up so he had to carry you by your thighs

It was getting a little bit much more heated as he was going to take his tie off but stopped cuz you remembered your both at work

" Don't Worry My Little rookie we can finish this little session when we go to my place and I have new toys for us to try out and I think you might like that, isn't that right...pet"

I'm about to have fun ...

well I'll see you guys later

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Hope you love this

I want to apologize if I haven't been on and writing stuff more frequently it's some situations in my life that must take action first before any writing or drawing I do with my mental health and my physical well-being I hope you all understand

But you guys can send in more ask if you want to I will get to them when I can

Thank you

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The Type You Save ~ F O U R T E E N

James "Bucky" Barnes and OFC Alexandra "Alex" Richards

Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.

Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?

They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.

TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation

A/N: The Tag list is open! Only four more chapters after this!

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Previous: T H I R T E E N

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

When Alex started out in her former life, bullet proof vests were not the norm. It wasn’t needed. She was agile, quick. The need to protect her body was in her reflexes not in a vest. But here she was, in the ready room of the police station, listening to her husband.

“Alex, this vest will take the impact of a bullet. It will hurt if you get fired upon, but it can stop almost any bullet to the chest. But please doll, don’t instigate the lunatic to fire at you.” James looked at her with a knowing look.

“Like I would do that,” Alex scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“Alexandra,” he said in warning.

“Fine. No poking the crazy man. I got it.” She kissed him softly. “Only poke your crazy.”

“Are you deflecting?”

“Maybe.” She starts to play with the straps as James clipped the bracelet in place.

“Ok test.”

“Loud and clear, Barnes,” Zemo replied. “Audio is up as is tracking.”

“Perfect. So, Steve will run you to the location and I will be with Stark a couple of buildings away. I’m leaving now. Alex,” he put his hands on her shoulders to get her to focus, “you get the information, and you walk away. Don’t do anything stupid. I need you to come home, ok?”

Alex’s lip trembled. “Ok. In and out.”

“Exactly. I’ll be listening, doll.” He glanced around. “Can we have the room for just a second?” The team filed out, leaving husband and wife alone. “Please Allie, promise me you’ll come home.”

“I promise Jamie. But promise me if Grey loses it, you protect our baby at all costs.”

“I promise my love. I love you, Allie.”

“I love you, Jamie.”

James closed his eyes. He kissed her hard and breathed her in. “Ok, let’s get going.”

Alex and Steve rode in a non-descript car to the wharf. Alex’s leg was bouncing. Steve reached over and took her hand. “I won’t let anything to you or him or Drew. You know that right?”

“I know.” She squeezed his hand. “Promise you won’t let him do anything stupid.”

“I promise to try. But the only thing he’s dumb on is his love for you.” Steve smiled. “Did I ever tell you that I was the one who pushed him to talk to you?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, he saw you and was dumbstruck. He told me later that you were just the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. I’ve known this punk forever and he’s never said that.” Steve laughed and shook his head.

Alex smiled. “No offense Stevie, but that’s what I thought of James. Most handsome guy I’d ever seen.”

“You guys were meant for each other. Hope I get that someday.”

“Steve, I know you will. You’re too good of a guy not to. You know you’re my best friend. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“I know Ale. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

They pulled into the parking lot and walked to the specific building. “Alex, remember, get the info and get out.”

“I know Stevie.” She hugged him hard. “See you on the flip side.” She walked into the building.

Christian Grey was waiting. Waiting to see his kitten, his pet. Four years since the last time he saw her. She was different. A mother. It only enhanced her beauty to him. He watched as she walked towards him. “Hello pet.”

“Mr. Grey,” she replied in a hard tone. She noted Nate leaning against the far wall, a sad smile on his face.

“Don’t need to take the attitude with me, kitten.” He looked her over. “You look well.”

“Thanks, I think.”

“Motherhood suits you. Of course, it should have been with me.”

Alex bit back the retort in her throat. “I’m here to listen to your offer, if you want to call it that. What do you want?”

Grey smiled. “Let’s have a seat. Walker, can you get some refreshments for our guest?”

Alex stiffened as John Walker walked in with a decanter and a couple of highball glasses. “Hello Kitty.”

“Walker.” She watched him as he poured a couple of fingers of whiskey in each glass. He went to stand behind Grey and smirked at how uncomfortable she was.

“So, Alexandra. You thought you were so clever. Leaving me with a fake while you skipped town.”

“Not clever, no. Genius maybe.” She could feel James groaning at her cockiness.

“I have missed that smart mouth, Miss Richards. Excuse me, Mrs. Barnes,” he sneered. “You married the cop as it seems.”

“And had his baby, but you knew that right? I can guess that either Walker told you while he tailed us, or Nate did after his offer.”

“Walker,” confirming her suspicions. Grey rounded her. “You let another man touch what is mine.”

“I was never yours. Not after you took a child’s innocence away.” Alex looked at him with a hard look. “We had a code. You broke it.”

“I did what had to be done to protect my business.”

“And I did what I had to, to protect my soul.”

“Your soul? No, your soul was sold the minute your brother betrayed you. Still haven’t been able to find the little rat but no matter. I got my kitten instead.” He grasped her chin. “You are still my perfect kitten, and that little boy should be mine.”

“Stay away from my son.”

“I would never hurt a hair on his little body. He is a part of you, Alexandra.” Grey smile sadistically. “Unless of course you make the wrong decision.”

Alex tried not to tremble in fear. She didn’t know how much of this they guys were hearing but she hoped James wouldn’t react irrationally. “What is it?”

“I want you to walk out of this building by my side and stay with me where ever I go. In return, I will let your husband, your son and all of your friends live. Simple.”

“You really think I would leave without my son? Do you honestly believe that I would leave my husband?”

“If you knew what was good for you, you would.”

“I would rather do anything else, including killing myself before I went back to you.”

“Are you sure about that?” Before Alex can say anything else, Grey pulls out a tablet.  “Before you decline Mrs. Barnes, take a look at this.”  And the image haunts her. She can see the live feed outside, James watching her with a sniper scope on him. The other of her son.

“Drew,” she cries. “What did you do?”

“Nothing. We have him, he’s fine. But he won’t be if you don’t come to an amicable agreement. What do you say Alex? You for your husband and son’s life.”

Alex looks down, tears flooding. “Ok, you win,” she whispered.

“Wonderful.” He smirks at her. “I knew it; you just needed the right push to make the right decision. You walk out, say your goodbye and we leave. Nate, get the car. Walker, behind. If they try anything Alexandra, your husband dies.”

Grey lifts her up to walk out of the building and its surrounded.  James is waiting, gun drawn, hoping all was ok when the bracelet stopped broadcasting.  He sees Alex walking with Grey. “Allie?”

She looks at him.  “I’m sorry.” She looks down to see the red dot on his chest and James looks down as well, looking back up in horror. “You promised,” she tells Grey.

“Nothing is going to happen, pet.  Let’s get to the car.”  He continues to walk as the tears don’t let up.  “Oh and Inspector,” he calls over to James.  “You might want to check the home front.” He slams the car door after Alex climbs in.  James pulls his phone out and calls Nat.  No answer.

“Fuck! Stark! Do you have eyes on the safe house?”

“Tact team delta, response,” Tony says into the radio.  Silence. “Shit.  Bravo team, try and follow Grey. Gamma team with me and Barnes to the safe house.”

James is at the safe house in three minutes. The team is there on alert. “Why the fuck weren’t you guys answering?!” Tony yells

“Boss, there was no call.” The team leader hands over his comms as James races up to the safe house. “Nat! Wanda!”

“Bucky? What’s wrong?”

“You guys didn’t answer and…”

“Daddy!” Drew launches himself into his father’s arms.

“Oh thank God. Chief, are you ok?”

“Yeah, Auntie Wanda and Auntie Nat have been practicing my writing with me. Wanna see?”

“In a minute Chief, ok? I need to talk to your aunts and uncles.” He kisses his son on the head.

He heads out to see Steve, Tony, Nat and Wanda waiting for him. “I thought Grey had taken him. Alex, she looked so scared, and I know she wouldn’t have left if she didn’t think me and Drew were in trouble.”

“We found a blocker on the mail box.” Tony hands him a device. “It threw a net wide enough to cover the house and the team. We need to be careful.”

“Why?”

“Because only someone in SFPD would have known where your kid was. We have a mole.”

Steve and James look at each other. Steve nods as James pulls out his phone. “Good thing we didn’t tell everyone about the secondary tracker.” He goes into the app and activates the tracking device. “When do we start interrogating people?”

“As soon as we get back, but I have a hunch on who it is. Let’s get moving.” They race back to the station where communications are up with the Bravo team. Tony instructed the delta team to stay put but added electronic sweeps. “What is the update?” He ordered.

“Bravo team is still in pursuit of the suspects. You were right sir; the bracelet was compromised, and the feed cut about 10 minutes in.”

“Goddammitt,” James swore. “Where is Zemo?”

“He’s not with you?” The dispatcher looked at him. “Inspector Zemo radioed that he was following you to the safe house.”

“Fuck!” Tony walked out to go back to his office. James and Steve followed. “I knew that motherfucker would rat. Can you track her Barnes?”

“I got her. They are still moving, east towards Tahoe.”

“Bravo team, where are you headed?”

“South sir, towards Los Angeles.”

Steve growled. “Zemo set the cars. That bastard is on Grey’s payroll.”

“Once they stop, we can plan our attack. Barnes, we will get Alex back, I promise. Go home. Be with your son.” Tony looked at him. “He needs you.”

“Thank you, sir. Steve?”

“I’m gonna track her. I just want to make sure that she’s ok.”

“Thank you, punk.”

“End of the line jerk.”

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