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ohillnevertell · 5 months

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A Christmas Confession

Here you go, @palomahasenteredthechat- I give you my 12 Days of Joemas 2023 ficathon submission.

Warnings: None really, fluff with some angst, after all, nothing is ever perfect, some talk about casual sex, but nothing graphic.

Used a couple of the prompts, I'm sure you will spot them!

Enjoy!

She slipped out of bed as quietly as possible, careful not to wake him. As soon as she was out and on her feet, she turned back to see if she had succeeded, and she had - he was still sound asleep. It never ceased to amaze her how different he looked when sleeping; his handsome face was devoid of any stress and completely relaxed, making him appear far younger than his twenty-nine years.

She tip-toed to the bathroom, softly closing the door behind her. She pulled her long dark hair into a messy bun, washed her face, and brushed her teeth. She began collecting the various toiletries spread about the counter and placing them into their respective bag for travel, all the while thinking about how quickly time had flown by on this trip. It went by so fast, far too fast.

She gathered the remaining items and opened the door to find him standing there, clad only in his boxers. His presence startled her, making her jump and causing the items she held in her arms to fall to the floor.

"Holy shit," she exclaimed as she bent down to pick up the bags and bottles that were now scattered about the floor. "You scared the crap out of me; how are you so quiet? Are you a ninja in your off time?"

He chuckled and knelt to help her pick up her things. "Good morning to you too, love."

"I'm sorry, good morning. I didn't expect you to be there when I opened the door; you were out like a light when I went into the bathroom." She leaned forward and quickly kissed him before crossing the room and dropping the toiletries into an open suitcase sitting on the loveseat.

He crawled back onto the bed and lay on his side, his head propped up with a few pillows. He studied her as she folded items of clothing and placed them in the bag.

"I can't believe you're leaving me and returning to the States already; it feels like you just got here."

"Yeah, tell me about it," she replied, her voice tinged with sadness. "In retrospect, I should have planned things differently and taken more time off, but how could I have known what would happen?"

She felt heat rise in her cheeks as she glanced at him, lying there and staring at her, a big grin on his face, showing off the dimple in his left cheek that never failed to make her swoon.

He got up from the bed and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. She felt so happy in his arms; he made her feel safe and comfortable. Just one of a million things about him she would miss when she left.

"And what happened, exactly?" He smiled broadly, with teeth, and gave her a wink.

"Don't be a smart ass," she said, playfully slapping his butt. "You. You happened. Of all the pubs in this city, you just had to walk into that one. You have a lot of nerve doing that, by the way."

"Oh, I have nerve?" He feigned shock, raising his eyebrows, and placed his hand on his chest. "I'm a regular there, so I think you're the one who had the nerve to be there in my pub. How dare you?"

She couldn't help but laugh. He was right; she later learned it was one of his favorites, and she could see why. It was cozy and very low-key, with no one staring and whispering or asking for photos; it was clear that he felt comfortable and just like everyone else within those walls.

Their fated meeting had happened over a week ago, shortly after she arrived in London, and they'd been inseparable ever since. They just gelled immediately, and there was no awkwardness; they just fell into whatever it was they were doing quite naturally. It felt like they'd always been part of one another's lives.

She'd refused to sleep with him right away and made him wait until after they'd been on a couple of dates; she was a lot of things, but a casual star fucker was not one of them. She'd been around the business most of her life and ran in celebrity circles, so his status meant nothing to her. She also found the actors she knew that had blown up overnight at a young age to be utterly obnoxious, and she was worried he would be the same. Thankfully, he was nothing like them, which came as a surprise to her. He was intelligent, cultured, kind, well-mannered, and cared about his work. He loved the craft, not the fame; it was rare and refreshing to encounter.

He'd made her time in London so enjoyable and very memorable. Christmas was just around the corner, and everything in the city was decorated beautifully, giving it a magical feel; it was lovely. Being there during the holidays and spending time with him felt unreal. It had been far too perfect, and she felt like pinching herself daily to ensure it wasn't a dream.

Last night, he'd asked her to extend her trip, to stay on through New Year's, but she couldn't, even though she desperately wanted to. She had to come down from the high and return to real life. It would be tough, so she felt it better to rip the bandaid off now rather than later and run the risk of becoming more invested.

"Are you sure you can't stay?" His voice broke her out of her thoughts, and she looked at him, his stare burning straight into her soul.

She shook her head and reached up to touch his face, feeling the prickliness of his short beard beneath her fingers." I wish more than anything that I could. I would love to spend Christmas with you, but I just can't."

"Call your work and tell them you can't leave the country because you're trapped under something heavy, the something heavy being me." He held her even more tightly and grinned, cheeky and adorable and clearly amused by his silly joke.

She laughed and pushed him away. "Please don't quit your day job and attempt stand-up comedy; it's not your thing. You're talented as hell and capable of many things, but not that. Never that. And just a side note: you're not that heavy."

He let out his loud and funny laugh she loved and pulled her back to him, kissing her. She loved kissing him. She felt like a teenager, wanting to make out with him every chance she got; his kisses were perfection.

She wanted to stay in the moment forever, but she couldn't. She broke away and took his face into her hands. "Fuck it, I'm just going to say it; I'm really going to miss you. This trip was a dream, and so are you. I want you to know that you are extraordinary in every way, and don't you dare ever think otherwise."

She ran her hands down his neck to his chest and looked down, briefly leaning her head into him before placing a feather-light kiss on his lips. She willed herself not to cry; she had always known this beautiful experience would end, but she never imagined how much it would hurt when it did.

He touched her face, studying it while softly running his thumb over her lips. "You know this isn't the end of our story, right?"

"Sure, I know. Like you said, we will figure it out," she said softly, attempting to sound as confident as possible. As much as she wanted to believe him, she still worried that this really was the end and mentally prepared herself to carry on as if it were.

She gave him the best smile she could muster, hoping he wouldn't catch on to her true feelings, and shifted her focus back to packing. "Now, I better pick up the pace. I have a plane to catch."

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"He lives!" His oldest and closest friend exclaimed as he approached the bar. He had been dreading this get-together, and that greeting confirmed his fears. He'd prepared himself for the shit his friend would undoubtedly be giving him about the time he'd spent with her.

He removed his coat, hanging it on a hook by the bar, then sat on a barstool next to his friend. He turned to him, looking him dead in the eye, unamused. "Fuck off."

"Oh, come on, lighten up! You're the one who went MIA after you met her," his friend replied, waving over the bartender to order another pint. "You didn't answer texts or calls; for all we knew, you were dead. It's not like you to go completely silent."

The bartender set down a pint before him, and he quickly grabbed it, taking a nice long gulp before answering. "I was busy."

"Yeah, I bet you were," his friend snorted, hitting him in the arm. "That's it? You're not going to elaborate on what you've been doing, aside from the obvious, for the past week and a half?"

He sighed, exasperated; there was no getting out of the interrogation. He vowed not to share every detail and only give him minimal information about how he'd been spending his time.

"Fine," he began slowly, mentally parsing out what he felt comfortable sharing, which wasn't much. It was an odd feeling; he usually didn't mind talking to his friends about his conquests, but he felt differently about his time with her for some reason. He felt the need to protect what they had, whatever it was.

"Well, you met her that night, so you know how lovely she is," he said, and he couldn't help but smile. "I'd offered to show her around the city the next day, which she accepted, and then we had a proper date that evening."

His friend was hanging on every word, grinning. "Then you shagged her and spent the rest of the time holed up in her hotel."

"Nope, you couldn't be more wrong," he replied, staring at his half-empty glass. He was downing it faster than he thought. "She told me the night we met she wasn't going to have sex with me; casual hookups were not her thing. She said she didn't care who I was; it wouldn't happen, and I was free to walk away."

The expression on his friend's face was a combination of shock and amusement. "Oh, that's fantastic! Romeo was shot down in under 24 hours. I like this woman already."

He rolled his eyes and continued. "I respected her feelings but didn't want to walk away. The next few days were very much the same, more showing her around London and whatnot. Everything was so nice and normal, and we had a wonderful time. After dinner, that's when things changed. She asked me to stay with her, not go home, so I did and never left. Well, not until she did, anyway."

"Well, shit, she certainly had a change of heart," his friend said, winking at him. "I should have known she would; the women can never resist you and your charm. They all end up caving, the only variable being how long it takes for them to fold."

His tone was moderately sarcastic, maybe tinged with a hint of jealousy. His friends loved giving him shit, and usually, he took it in stride, but in this moment, he was mildly annoyed by the behavior.

"But she kept you in a holding pattern," his friend continued, holding his index finger in the air as if to punctuate his statement. "Which no one in the past year and a half has ever done that I'm aware of. Impressive. Even more impressive is that you waited it out. I couldn't have predicted that, either."

He felt somewhat ashamed when those words hit him. Was this how everyone saw him, as some fuckboy whose charms were so irresistible that women simply fell into bed with him with something as simple as a glance? And if they didn't, he just moved on to his next conquest?

His stomach began to churn when he thought about how he'd spent his time since his newfound fame changed his life tremendously. Just an endless stream of faceless women and one-night stands, no attachments, just having fun. He'd never been the one in his friend group who garnered all the female attention. He was funny and goofy; nerdy cute was how they would refer to him, and the last one standing after everyone had paired off. Last pick of the group every time.

Now, the attention was constant. He'd taken advantage of it, as any man his age would, but he was now wondering if he wanted to continue. It had become somewhat dull, and he realized they were all the same; they wanted to be able to say they'd fucked someone famous. Sure, he got sex out of the deal, but at what cost?

"Hey," his friend said, snapping his fingers before his face. "What's wrong? You're not actually hung up on this woman, are you?"

He turned to face his friend, whose amusement had turned into disbelief at the mere thought of this being the case. "I liked being with her; she just got me, you know? I asked her to stay on through the New Year, and she said no."

"I like her even more," his friend said, his voice low, fingers tapping on the bar. "Not because she turned you down not once but twice, but because your fame does not affect her. It sounds like she sees you as we all see you, just a regular bloke, the same guy you've always been, and not the updated and made-over Hollywood version."

He shrugged and took a deep breath. "She doesn't care about the fame because she comes from the business. She knows how the industry is and how everything works. Hell, she probably knows more about it than I do."

"There it is," his friend said, slapping him on the shoulder. "She might be exactly what you need. Someone who understands what that world is like and how crazy your life has become. She can ground you, help keep you sane."

There was a deafening silence between them despite the chatter and noise that filled the pub. The day before, after she'd left, he'd spent the day wandering the city, trying to clear his head and not think about her, but he couldn't. He was reminded of her at nearly every turn. The restaurant they'd dined at on their first date, the hidden alcove by the bridge where he'd kissed her for the first time, and the Christmas market in Trafalgar Square, where he'd helped her pick out ornaments to take home were just a few of many. She was everywhere.

He shrugged his shoulders and sighed. "Yeah, maybe, I don't know."

"Well, you need to either do something about it or forget her and get back in the game, mate," his friend replied, finishing his pint and setting the empty glass on the bar. "What's your plan for the holiday?"

"I think I'm going to take a solo trip, but I don't know where. I need to get out of here for a few days, of that I'm certain," he said flatly, finishing his drink before standing up and grabbing his coat from the nearby hook.

"Thanks for the pint; I'll get you next time around. I'll catch up with you later - Happy Christmas, mate."

Without saying another word and leaving his friend speechless, he quickly exited the pub and walked out into the brisk evening air. He made his way towards the tube station to catch the train that would take him home, his head down, hands shoved deeply into his coat pockets. He weaved through the crowds that packed the sidewalks, everyone talking and laughing, carrying packages and gifts, all so joyful and in the season's merriment. He saw happy couples walking hand in hand, smiles lighting up their faces, with not a care in the world. That should be us, he thought to himself.

He quickly pushed the thought away; he'd had enough. He needed to do something to get him out of his fucked up headspace. A distraction. He quickly ducked into a pub, found an open seat at the bar, and ordered a double shot of tequila. He took out his phone, opened the dating app, and began swiping through his matches.

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She knew she had no right to be upset; he owed her nothing, but she couldn't help how she was feeling.

She'd spoken to him once she'd arrived home, and everything seemed fine. He'd told her again that they would find a way to see one another; he needed to confirm his schedule first, and then he could make a plan. He was sweet and lovely, and she had no reason not to believe what he was telling her. She did her best to have zero expectations, but it was challenging.

It was Christmas Eve. She'd texted him to wish him a Merry Christmas, but no response. Fucking crickets. Damn him, she should have known better. She was more angry with herself than him, kicking herself for letting her walls down and trusting him.

She curled up on the sofa and snuggled under a soft blanket, reaching for her cup of hot chocolate on the end table. She took a small sip and watched the flames dance in the fireplace. She felt her eyes well up with tears; even though she'd tried not to let her emotions get the best of her, they did anyway. She told herself to be grateful for their time together; after all, she'd lived out the fantasy of so many women, she was the "lucky one." She should be content knowing that for a brief moment in time, she had been his, and he had been hers.

She wiped away the tears dripping onto her cheeks, chastising herself for crying. "Such a baby," she murmured to herself. She couldn't help but wonder how things would have played out if she'd stayed with him for the holidays; she was pretty sure she would have been a lot happier than she was right now.

She heard the Ring doorbell chime, alerting her that someone was at the door, and then the bell itself rang. She wasn't expecting anyone but figured it was probably an Amazon delivery; those people never took a day off.

She tossed the blanket off and went to the door, curious to see what had been delivered, especially since she couldn't recall placing any recent orders. She hoped that if it was a delivery, the person had dropped it and left because she was in her flannel pajamas, her hair in a ponytail, and no makeup; after all, she had no one to impress. She didn't bother to look through the peephole; she just flung the door open.

She gasped when she saw that it was not an Amazon delivery. He was right in front of her, standing on her doorstep. He looked a little disheveled, his curls messy and wild, and a bit tired, with a crooked smile on his face. That fucking dimple.

"Oh my God," she exclaimed in disbelief. "What in the world are you doing here? How are you even here? How did you get my address?"

"I have my ways," he replied, rubbing one of his eyes with the heel of his palm. "May I come inside and then answer your questions?"

She suddenly felt like a jerk, realizing that rather than sounding excited, her reaction bordered on annoyance. "Yes, of course, I'm sorry. I was not expecting to see you here, and I'm quite stunned."

She opened the door wide and ushered him inside. He gave her a peck on the cheek as he passed her, and she inhaled deeply. Cologne, mint, and cigarettes - it was his scent, and she loved it. And, at present, she hated that she loved it.

She followed him as he walked into the living room, setting down his bag, removing his coat, and tossing it onto the sofa. He behaved as if he'd walked into her home many times, even though this was the first.

"It's so festive in here," he said, admiring the tree. "It feels very cozy."

He looked cute, wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a cashmere sweater layered over it. She preferred this dressed-down look over any of the fancy red carpet looks. Relaxed and casual was just more him.

"Make yourself at home," she said, suddenly feeling self-conscious and nervous by his presence in her home. "Can I get you something to drink?"

He turned to face her, taking her hands and pulling her to him. "In a minute. I must get some things off my chest before I lose my nerve."

Despite his words sounding worrisome, being so close to him again made her heart beat faster. Her mind was suddenly flooded by the memories of their time together in London, and the anger she'd felt earlier began to melt away. At that moment, she just wanted to hold him, kiss him, and transport them back in time.

"I owe you an apology," he began, his voice low but soft. "I'm sorry I disappeared on you; I never should have done that, and it was wrong. So fucking wrong."

She looked up at him; the look in his dark eyes was sincere but simultaneously broken and sad. It hurt her heart to see him that way; he had always been so happy and confident when they were together.

She draped her arms over his shoulders, then ran her fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck. "Thank you for that; I'd be lying if I didn't say I was hurt and disappointed."

"You have every right to be. I'm surprised you didn't slap me when you saw me at the door; I would have deserved it." He brought his hands to her waist and pulled her closer, their bodies pressed tightly against one another.

"Not my style," she said, giving him a small smile. "But you're right; you would have deserved it. Still do if I'm being honest."

He gently caressed her cheek and held her gaze, his expression growing dark. "When you left, I had some sort of existential crisis. You got under my skin, but I didn't want to admit it. I assumed I could go on with us just getting together when we could, but no strings. I don't know why I ever thought I could do that to you; you deserve better. Not even better, the best, of everything."

Her stomach flipped, unsure of what was happening, fearing that this was the big goodbye, despite him telling her in London that it wasn't the end of their story. She dropped her arms from his shoulders, stepping back and away from him. A sad expression washed over his face.

"I thought I could have my cake and eat it, too. I could keep on as I had been, just hooking up with whoever caught my fancy in the moment and have you there for me when the timing was good for both of us but on my terms. I could have the best of both worlds: freedom and you. I was arrogant, and I'm not proud of it."

He remembered how he'd matched with a woman on the app that night after she left. He'd agreed to meet her at another pub nearby. She'd come on strong and made it clear she was down for some casual sex; she'd been just what he was looking for that night. They'd gone back to her place, but he couldn't go through with it when the time came to get down to business. He'd apologized profusely, but she'd been furious that he'd wasted her time. He got out of there fast, and on the way home, he canceled his account and deleted the app. He was done with it.

She was silent. His words had hit her like a punch in the gut. She had to give him credit for his honesty, but damn what he was saying cut deep. Sure, he wanted to have her in his life, but he'd planned to keep her on hold and in the dark while he still fucked around, only connecting with her when it was convenient for him, with no commitment. She felt sick.

"Please tell me that this story, or rather this confession, of yours is going to take a turn for the better because right now, it's only upsetting me," she said, anger evident in her tone. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked down at the floor; she didn't even want to look him in the eye.

He stepped towards her, placing his finger under her chin, tipping it upward so she would look at him. "I finally had to admit that you had gotten to me. It happened so fast that I couldn't even process it. You don't care about status. You don't fawn over me or treat me like I'm some untouchable Hollywood golden boy. When I'm with you, I can forget about all the celebrity bullshit and be like everyone else, like I used to be. I feel safe and free when I'm with you."

He looked and sounded sincere, but she still wasn't sure if she could trust what he was saying. Her heart and mind were whirlwinds of mixed emotions, and she had zero control over them.

She walked away from him and returned to the sofa, sitting down and pulling the blanket back over her as if it would shield her from everything being thrown at her. She still didn't know where she stood and felt very uneasy. It made her question everything that had happened with him in London.

"Okay, you came to all these realizations, but now what? Why are you even here? You could have easily called and told me all this; you didn't have to take a 10-plus hour flight on Christmas Eve to do it."

He sat beside her on the sofa, taking one of her hands and holding it. Her first instinct was to pull away, but for some reason, she didn't; she felt frozen in place.

"I came here because I needed to see you and tell you in person," he said, holding her hand tightly, his thumb running back and forth over it as if it would soothe her. "And I wanted to spend Christmas with you. Not my friends, not my family, just you."

"Why me, though? I'm just another in a long line of forgettable women. I'm not special," she replied, on the verge of tears, finally pulling her hand away. "I feel foolish now for thinking, even for a moment, that you had any actual feelings for me. I didn't think you were head over heels for me, but God, I thought you cared about me even just a little bit. I'm such a fucking idiot."

He dropped his head down and was silent for a few moments. He took a deep breath and looked at her with a pained expression. She could see she'd hurt him with what she'd said; it was written all over his face.

"Because you make me feel like a regular human, with no preconceived notions or expectations of me. You saw me for who I am and not some object to be worshipped or used; I never questioned your motives. I knew you didn't have an agenda; you were interested in the goofy guy from South London, not that other version of me the rest of the world sees. And for what it's worth, I care about you more than you even know."

"Well, you have a hell of a way of showing how much you care. You just told me in not so many words that you considered me nothing more than your beck-and-call girl. That's shitty."

He was visibly upset. She wasn't purposefully trying to be hurtful; she was only speaking from a place of pain and anger. This was going down as the worst Christmas in memory.

"I'm beyond sorry that I hurt you! That was never my intention, and I know what I did was wrong. I know I've broken your trust, but please believe me when I say I wanted to be here with you." His voice cracked; he was becoming more upset, his tone almost desperate.

"I want you in my life and for us to give this thing a shot. Please."

His pleading, teary eyes broke her. She hated seeing him this way, and even though everything he'd said had hurt her terribly and made her trust issues go on high alert, she couldn't help but feel he was telling her the truth. She couldn't be cold to him; it wasn't who she was.

"Come here," she whispered, reaching her arms towards him. He scooted closer, and she pulled him to her into a hug. She held him tightly, stroking his hair as he broke down, telling her how sorry he was over and over. "It's okay. I know you're sorry; really, I do. Just relax and breathe; everything is fine."

She'd never seen a grown man in such a state but remembered that he wasn't like most men. He really was a riddle, a puzzle, and a mystery all rolled into one. She couldn't figure him out, no matter how much she tried. She wondered if anxiety had something to do with it, that once the stresses built up to a certain point, the only way to release them was to fall apart.

After a few minutes, he broke away from their embrace and looked at her, defeated. His eyes were red, his cheeks splotchy, but seemingly over the minor meltdown. She could see in his eyes that he was being honest with her and meant everything he'd said. Truthfully, he never had an obligation to tell her anything. After all, they were not in an actual relationship, or at least not one they'd defined in any way, and they were both free to do as they pleased. If anything, they were both in the wrong, him for thinking he could make his plan work and her for having expectations based on a brief amount of time together.

"You know, I shouldn't have had any expectations about how things would play out after I left London," she said quietly. "I'm sorry if you ever felt pressure from me in some way to keep things going after I left."

He reached out to her, touching her cheek, and shook his head. "No, this isn't on you. You did nothing wrong. I got scared and fucked up, and I own all of it."

She reached over and brushed a curl away from his eyes. "We all make mistakes. We wouldn't be human if we didn't."

"You have no idea how intimidated I was by you in the beginning, especially the night we met," he confessed, looking down at his hands, fiddling with one of his rings, seemingly afraid to look right at her.

"I'd watched you for a while that night in the pub. I saw how you interacted with your friends and engaged with those around you, people you didn't even know. Your energy was amazing, so bright, bubbly, and friendly. You were so sure of yourself but not with an air of self-importance, just confidence."

She sat up straight, surprised by what he was saying; he'd never said a word about this when they'd been together. She had no idea he'd felt this way.

"That's why I sent you and your friends a round of drinks," he continued, still not looking at her. "I didn't have the nerve to approach you directly, so I thought the drinks would be a good icebreaker and give me an opening."

She couldn't believe her ears. This man, who always seemed so outgoing and confident, had been intimidated by her? He couldn't be serious, no way.

"Why didn't you tell me this before? I had no idea you'd felt this way."

He shrugged his shoulders and finally looked at her. "I didn't want you to think less of me or think I was weak and not worth your time."

"Baby," she said tenderly. "I never would have thought that about you. I hate that you think I would have felt that way."

He managed a weak smile and went on. "I was so nervous those first few days we were together; I didn't want to fuck up. Here you were, this intelligent, beautiful, successful, and self-sufficient woman who didn't need to rely on anyone for anything, spending time with me? I'm just an actor who never knows where his next job will come from; nothing is guaranteed, even now. I certainly couldn't give you anything you don't already have or could get yourself."

"That's not true at all," she said quietly, tucking a wayward curl behind his ear. "What about your time? Your affection? Your heart?" She paused for a moment before she continued. "Your…love? Those things are priceless, and only you have the power to give them away."

He dropped his head again, and she couldn't see his face, so she couldn't read how he was feeling. "I often feel I'm not quite good enough. Not in my work, not for you, nothing. I always feel like I'm just getting by on luck, and eventually, it will run out."

It was inconceivable to her that these were the thoughts he lived with daily. How could he not see how amazing he was, not just his talent but as a person? Sure, he wasn't perfect, but who was?

"My beautiful boy, you are so wrong. You are more than good enough for everything you mentioned and so much more! I told you before I left that you are extraordinary, and I meant it in many ways. I wish you could see yourself as I see you, as I've always seen you." She grabbed his chin, turned his head to face her, leaned forward, and pressed her lips to his, letting them linger momentarily.

She saw a tear run down his cheek. She would never know or understand why he was so hard on himself; all she could do was support him and assure him that she was there for him. She wiped the tear away with her thumb and kissed each cheek, and he cracked a smile. His smile could light up the world; how he couldn't see that was baffling.

"I need you to be completely honest, though - are you sure you want to try this? Is that what you really want?" She bit her lip nervously as she waited for his answer.

He moved so close to her that he was practically in her lap. He took her face into his hands and stared into her eyes, causing her stomach to flip. She was such a sucker for those Bambi eyes and hated herself for it, especially at this moment.

"It's what I really want. You are what I want. I've never been more sure of anything in my life," he said in a low voice. He punctuated his answer by leaning in and softly kissing her.

Despite the emotional rollercoaster they'd just been on, and how hurt she'd been, she couldn't help but kiss him back. She had feelings for him and couldn't just turn them off like a light switch. If he was serious about giving a relationship a shot, she wanted to try, too. She couldn't walk away from him; she cared about him too much. He'd broken through her walls of self-preservation, something she thought would never happen with anyone.

He pushed her into the pillows of the sofa and crawled on top of her as he kissed her. Their kissing became more frantic and passionate, clearly displaying their feelings for one another. The dim light from the fire and the lights on the tree made it feel so romantic, but she couldn't let things go further just yet.

While she still had willpower, she pushed him away and sat up. He looked both surprised and confused by her sudden change in behavior.

"Wait," she said, getting her wits about her. "I need to know we are on the same page before this goes further. I want to go into this with all the cards on the table; no surprises."

He flashed her a cheeky smile, and she swore she saw a devilish gleam in his eyes. He stood up and went over to his bag, opening it and rummaging through it for a moment, finally pulling something from it and returning to his spot on the sofa.

"I hate to tell you this, but I have a surprise. I got a little something for you; I hope you'll like it," he said, clutching something tightly in his fist.

He opened up his palm to reveal a silver ring, identical to the one he always wore, only smaller and delicate. He took her left hand and slid it onto her middle finger, the same finger he wore his, then kissed her palm.

"If this doesn't prove I'm serious about you, I don't know what will. I bought it two days after you left. When we'd gone shopping together, and you'd looked at that other ring you wanted to buy, they'd given you the sizing. I took note. You never know when you might need that information." He just smiled and gave her a wink, the pain and sadness having disappeared from his face.

She didn't know what to say. She could never have anticipated such a thing; it was a bold move on his part and a leap of faith as well. She couldn't understand why he would do such a thing. Before another thought could enter her mind, he spoke.

"I want you to have this because you hold a special place in my heart. When you look at it, I want you to think of me and how much I care for you. You've enchanted me in ways I could never explain, and I know I'm lucky to have you." He brought her hand to his lips, kissing it again, then holding it against his chest. "I promise I will never take you for granted again. Happy Christmas, love."

The tears welled up again, damn this man. Over the last hour and a half, he'd surprised her, infuriated and hurt her, begged for forgiveness, confessed his insecurities, and then professed his desire to be with her and only her. Her head was swimming; they'd been through more shit in one evening than most couples go through in the duration of an entire relationship, but it didn't lessen her desire to be with him. It would be a lesson learned if it turned out to be a mistake, but she had to give him a chance. No risk, no reward.

"I love it," she said, kissing him on the cheek. "But I feel bad. I don't have a gift for you."

He leaned in towards her, pressing his forehead against hers, smiling. "Don't be silly, love; you didn't have to get me anything. I already have all I wanted for Christmas. You."

#12 days of joemas #holiday ficathon

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sarcasticsciencefictionwriter · 15 days

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1, 7, 14 and 38 for the writers ask!

Hi, thank you so much!!! 😊

1.Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

Oh, I daydream to hell and back before I write and/or get to a part. Sometimes daydreaming is so much easier and more fun than writing! I'll daydream about fics for weeks or months before I put one bit of it down somewhere. (Yes, this does mean I sometimes forget things, but I keep doing it)

7. Post a snippet from a wip.

Let's find one I think you'll like! 😉 Breaking out the index cards for this one.

Nikola's flock had been a comfort to Helen these past weeks, sharing her quiet moments of grief, because this was so much different than any she had truly experienced before. Now, however, they were agitated and plucking at her clothing and hair, clearly wanting her to come with them. Nonplussed, Helen followed the pigeon-sized phoenixes and dragons through the tunnels to the nesting chamber even Nikola was hardly allowed in. The room was much warmer than any others remotely close to the Sanctuary and Helen felt her skin flush with the heat. Nestled on the ground in a nest was Nikola's matriarch, Kraljica, and for a moment, Helen was afraid the bird's burning time had come.

14. What is your favorite location and position to write in?

I don't actually have a lot of options of where I can write and it's been a real struggle lately.

Mostly, I (try to) write on my bed and usually laying on my stomach with a pillow folded in half and jammed under my chest (or my throat if I shifted too much). It's not exactly comfy, but it's my space and just about the only spot I can write in during daylight hours because of glare through the windows.

I have a hard time finding a good place to sit with my laptop, because I end up hunched up with the height of the chair and table compared to my own height.

38. What is your most self-indulgent posted story?

Almost all of them.

Bleeding Through the Blue.

It was the first multi-chapter Sanctuary story I even tried to write and I ADORE Magnitt and Out of the Blue, so I just had to do it.

I need to let myself get go back to it.

#truedairship #thanks for the ask!#ask answered #my writing

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domripley · 5 months

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Quality Time

kinktober22 day three: sex toys

pairing: nikki bella/reader

warnings/tags: sugar mommy nikki, stretching, sex toys, mommy kink, soft dom!nikki, this wasn’t rough shockingly but listen. nikki is definitely a mommy dom kjdsfhsfjdh

summary: nikki’s been away, but she’s brought somethings home for you and her to try.

“Now, Princess, while I was in Cali, I bought a few things for us to try. I know it’s been hectic around here the past few weeks and I’ve been crazy busy, but I have the next few days off with you and I would love to reward you for being such a patient, good girl for me.” Nikki said, bringing her bags into the door. You quickly grabbed them from her, wanting to help as she struggled with them.

“Oh? What kind of things?” you asked with a raised eyebrow. You were unsure of what she meant but you knew it was going to be something interesting.

“It’s a surprise, but I know you’ll love what I bought,” She said with a smirk, finally bringing all of her bags into the house. “I’ve missed you so much, sweet girl… Put those bags down, I want you to go upstairs and undress yourself.”

You looked away from her, whispering, “Yes, Mommy.”

Rushing up the stairs and into your shared bedroom, you got undressed as quickly as you could. Folding your clothes up just the way Nikki preferred, you weren’t sure as to what she had planned. You were excited though – Nikki was finally home and you were finally getting some needed time with her.

Laying down on the bed while your back was propped against the pillows, you opened your legs slowly. You watched the clock, silently hoping that Nikki wouldn’t take too long. Before you could call out to her, you heard her walk up the stairs.

“Oh, you’re such a good girl for me, are you ready to see what Mommy bought you?” Nikki asked, your eyes widened as soon as you noticed that she was carrying four bags.

“Y-Yes, Mommy.” You whimpered.

You watched as Nikki sat the bags down at the end of the bed. You wanted her to hurry up, but a part of you liked the wait. You figured it had to be something sexual and as Nikki pulled out the first thing you knew you were right.

Your eyes widened at the size of the toy; it was your favorite color too. “M-Mommy-“ you trailed off, watching Nikki smile.

“Don’t worry, princess, we’re not going to be using that yet. I want to stretch you out first.” She informed you, pulling out all the toys she had bought.

“Hands and knees, baby girl. I want you as comfortable as you can get. Do you remember your safewords?” she asked, watching as you moved into the position, she wanted you in. Smiling to herself, she loved how obedient you were for her.

“I do, Mommy. My safeword is ‘Pineapple’.” You told her.

“Good girl.”

Climbing onto the bed, Nikki grabbed the smallest dildo she had bought, rubbing it against your clit, she hummed. “You’re already so wet, I don’t even have to do much.” She chuckled, finally lining it up to your entrance.

When she slid the dildo into you all the way, you whimpered. Fucking it in and out of you, Nikki focused on fucking you. “Good girl, you’re such a good girl. Are you ready for the next toy?”

You nodded, words not forming but thankfully Nikki wasn’t making you talk much tonight. Pulling out the smaller toy, Nikki didn’t give you any time to adjust before putting the next size into you. Giving you little time to adjust, Nikki fucked the to in and out of you harder than before. The toy she switched to was a lot thicker than the first one, and it felt a lot better. She took her time with this one, fucking you until you were on the edge of orgasm.

”M-Mommy, P-Please, I was so close,” you cried out, lifting your head from the pillow.

Nikki ignored your pouting as she grabbed the third toy, she smiled at it before she spoke, “This one vibrates, baby…” she trailed off as she turned it on so you could hear it. You whimpered as she placed the toy against your clit. “I promise you’ll get to come soon, sweet girl. Mommy just wants to work you up before you do.”

“O-Okay.” You said, biting your lip as she slipped the toy into you.

“I-I don’t think I can hold it, m’need to come, Mommy.”

Nikki chuckled at your whimpering, ignoring your pleas once more. “You can come, Princess, you deserve it.”

You came silently and as she continued to fuck you through it, Nikki began to praise you. As soon as you calmed down, Nikki pulled the toy out of you. You turned to look at her, realizing that you only had two more toys to go.

“Would you like a little break, baby? I’ll go get you some water if you’d like.” She said, rubbing your lower back.

“Please, need something to drink.”

With that, Nikki got off the bed quickly and headed downstairs. You didn’t have to worry about her taking her time in getting it – knowing Nikki, she was going to get this fast. You were important to her and you need something to hydrate you.

When she was back in the room, Nikki opened the bottle of water for you. You handed her back the bottle after you took a few sips, wiping your mouth off on your hand you hummed. “Thank you.” You sighed, closing your eyes as you heard her set the bottle on the bedside table.

“You’re very welcome. Are you ready for more, Princess? Color?” she asked, and you smiled softly.

“Green, Mommy. I’m ready.”

Nikki crawled onto the bed and when she picked up the next toy, she reassured you, “When we get to the last one, I promise you don’t have to if you’re not ready. Especially if you’re too sensitive. Mommy will understand, okay?”

“O-Okay.” You whimpered.

Nikki added lube to the toy, it being significantly bigger than the last. Pushing the tip into you, she fucked it in and out of you. Unlike the other toys, with this one she took her time with it – she didn’t want to rush.

“You’re taking it so well, baby,” she praised, pushing the toy a little more into you. “Halfway in. Only a little more to go.”

You took a deep breath as she started to push more of the toy into you, trying your best to focus on anything else. You wanted to take the rest of it inside of you, wanting nothing more than for Nikki to be proud of you.

“I-“ you moaned as all of the toy was inside of you now. Nikki pulled most of it out, only to push it back inside of you once more.

“You can come when you’re ready, baby.” She told you as she started to fuck you. You closed your eyes as you focused on how good it felt. You needed more and you knew Nikki would give you what you wanted.

“M-Mommy,” you gasped out as she started to rub your clit.

“Yes, baby? Is there something you need?” she asked teasingly, moving her hand from your pussy.

You swallowed, trying your best to form the words to use. “I-I need more…” was all you could manage to say and you sighed as Nikki pulled the toy out.

“You want Mommy to use the bigger toy on you?” Nikki asked, rubbing your clit once more. She waited for your answer, not wanting to push you too much.

You turned to look at Nikki, “Yes, Mommy. Please?”

Nikki didn’t say a word as she picked up the biggest dildo. You were a little nervous, but you trusted Nikki and you knew that she wouldn’t hurt you. You were safe with her.

She explained to you that she was going to add more lube to this toy than the toy before it. Reassuring you that at any time you need her to stop, you let her know. You nodded, letting her know that you understood.

Sliding the tip of the toy into you, you let out a quiet moan. Not wanting to be too loud, you held your breath while Nikki fucked the toy into you. She went at a slow pace at first, wanting you to get used to it before she fucked you harder.

You started to fuck yourself back against the toy, unsure of how Nikki would react, but you didn’t care. You felt your second orgasm coming and you were going to work for it.

“Oh you’re such a good girl. Maybe I’ll need to use this one when I fuck you more, huh?” she asked, fucking you harder with the toy. You were close and Nikki knew it.

As soon as you began to come, Nikki rubbed at your clit as she continued to fuck you through it. You laid against the bed, arms giving up as you bit your lip hard.

Nikki pulled the toy out of you, placing it down on the bed next to the others. You moved so you were completely laying down, Nikki got off the bed.

“I’ll clean this mess up, I know you’re exhausted so I’ll clean you up with a washcloth and we can cuddle, if you’d like?” Nikki suggested, and you nodded.

“That would be great, because I don’t think I can move for a while.”

Nikki shook her head with a smile. “Be right back.”

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praazlwurm · 2 years

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Just heard about #Volotober!

I've been working on a collection of one-off chapters set during the timeline of my fanverse, which starts with pick a god (and pray), and wrote a chunk of prequel fic set during main-game events.

It's partly inspired by a fanart of Volo studying one of the murals in this post. And here's the Picrew credit!

Posting here before ao3 (the collection will go up eventually)

(reading the "fates favorites" fics is optional, just know that Magpie is the player character, 25, and highkey actually isekai'd and not from pokemon-future)

Volo did not intend to encounter her in the icelands – not yet, at least.

He's settled inside a winding cave on the southern end of the region, warmer than some areas but still frigid enough to require the constant companionship of his newly-evolved arcanine. Between her, his lantern, and the folded bedroll he sits cross-legged on, the chill of a howling blizzard is kept out, if barely.

And, between the blizzard and the rapt attention he's giving the mural above his head, he doesn't note the scuffling approach until his arcanine perks up.

A hulking form makes its way into the cave on enormous paws, claws meant for mud resigned to make do with snow. The firelight is barely enough to illuminate a muzzle billowing steam.

Ursaluna barrels down upon him, and in his scramble to escape he knocks over his lantern.

Arcanine rises with him, letting out a sharp bark of warning, and the beast hesitates long enough for him to kick his pack out of the range of sparks.

"Woah!" comes a familiar yelp, and the lord backs up a few steps as the voice's owner slides down from their perch. Then, muffled by cloth, "Sorry! Didn't see you there -- oh, just you, Volo."

"Just me," he responds and scolds himself for the sour note as he puts his little campsite back to rights. He looks up to see her pull up a pair of slit-eyed snow goggles and allows this to excuse her tactless entry; such things were designed to block out as much excess light as possible, after all. He affects cheer as though just recognizing her (as though anyone else in Hisui could arrive with such fanfare.) "Miss Magpie! I hadn't heard you were in the north yet. For Lord Avalugg, I presume?"

An easy lie, seeing as he'd moved north as soon as he heard she had quelled the Lord of the Hollow. He thought this would give him a jump on surreptitiously keeping track of her in the wastes, but of course, such luck wouldn't bear out.

Magpie hums, setting the goggles above the furred brim of a hat and working a finger under the scarf bound around her chin. She shakes off the snow inelegantly, a flat expression barely more readable than total obstruction.

Without a response, Volo's mind races for thought, his prefabricated cover story with Gaeric inapplicable as of yet. He could pose it as resource gathering, assuming she doesn’t know the Guild traded with the Pearl Clan for most northern supplies; or simple bad luck to be caught by the storm, or even that his hand had been forced by--

"Is that Lord Braviary?" she asks.

Her voice is rough, as the lungs are often left by the wastes, but her dark eyes are bright with intrigue. She's looking behind him, and even if he feels his pulse pick up he still finds earnest cheer in his response.

"I suspect so, yes!" He settles his arcanine, but remains standing to gesture broadly. "I happened upon this cave only recently, and what an enthralling find! These etchings match a number found in other places in Hisui, though I've yet to puzzle out the significance."

Magpie moves further into the firelight, tucking her hands into the fold of her uniform. Her neck has to crane a fair bit higher than his, but her mouth moves into a familiar frown of intense focus.

He relaxes just barely, knowing that look well enough to know he can escape her notice for now. He mulls the predicament a little more and can't ignore the twist of ire in his gut.

He'd accepted weeks ago that he would never (legitimately) lay hands on the plates given to her by the lords, and instead kept her trials in his periphery while finding something else to study. A set of ruins in the mirelands had set his search ablaze, and he's been trying to work out the depictions by elimination.

"Luckily I just met him, so it’s a familiar figure. This one…” she trails off. She has yet to look over, so he doesn't put much effort into the show of tapping his chin contemplatively. She cocks her head, pointing to the top line, “It would be a little rude to have some drawn head-on and others not. But this one might be Lord Kleavor, if he’s facing left."

"Truly?" he chirps, with genuine surprise. The nearly colorless drawing had escaped parsing so far. He drags his pack back over and makes to sit, just as she looks over again.

"Mind sharing your bedroll?"

He freezes, thoughts stuttering before catching up. Volo unfolds it from a square pad to a rectangle, offering a smile both thin and saccharine. "For my favorite corpsmember? Never!"

She snorts, and they sit as he pulls a journal into his lap a bit more sedately. He flips to a blank spread, just in case, and sketches out a figure to label as the Lord of the Heartwood.

His gaze flicks up through his bangs, furtive, relieved to see her no longer looking at him but at the mural. Only for his chest to stutter when he sees her looking at the high, far right corner.

"Do you recognize any others?" he asks, light and neutral, leaning into her expertise even when he has his own theories for each figure.

"No," she says, equally neutral, but the wheels are spinning. He can see it in the worrying of her lower lip and, as the focus grows more intense, a gnawing at the cuticle of one thumb.

It's a tic he hasn't noted before, and he must be looking too hard because she shifts to look like she's merely warming her hands. She twitches as he looks away, and buries her hands in her lap.

"What do you think they mean?" she prods after a beat of snow-blown silence. Ursaluna settles down huffily, blocking what little wind could sneak in from the side they entered from just enough to gain a little warmth.

He pauses in his note-taking, looking up at the mural. The furrow in his brow is genuine as he asks, "Mean? I've been thinking it’s depictions of the figures of legend. A proto-pokedex, if you will!"

His chipper jibe slides off her as water from a psyduck's feathers, offering the barest twitch of her chin in denial. Before he can rile, and long before he would need to stifle it, she explains.

"The fact they're lined up so carefully suggests it's not just art. But, this one would impact a lot of translation if it was mistaken for anything," she says, and gestures to one that makes his breath catch.

Bipedal and bearing a vividly pink pinwheel like a shield, he's suspected it to be one of the great trio spoken of reverently in the scant remaining Celestica scriptures. He remains still, wound to strike, behind a blank mask long enough that she opts to fill the silence.

"I don’t think this could be a one-glyph to one-letter translation. It would be a lot of work to pass on such a short phrase, and not a lot of remarkable, three-letter words start with the letter bee, y'know?" she seems to jest. He feels his brows scrunch as he tries to grab hold of her meaning, and when she sees diligence in his curiosity –

She blanches.

Panic is not something he's often seen on the woman's face. Tension, tiredness, even a rare fit of pique when he'd approached her and the two wardens of the highlands.

The way she pales, the suck of breath, the brief flash of the white of her eye; it's all foreign to him, and more alarming than the nonsense sounds she had been spouting a moment ago.

"W-what I mean is," she says, and has her hands up to point at the mural, to twist and flutter articulately, something anyone else might find distracting, "they could s-symbolize ideas of things, like traveling for Braviary or, uh, woodcutting? Fighting, maybe, on the part of Kleavor."

He drags his focus away to at least feign distraction for the moment, desperately pinning this moment to the back of his mind, squarely at the top of the list labeled: Weird Things About the Riftborne.

Then, mind catching up, he sets a hook in this new line of thought eagerly.

"Using pokemon to communicate concepts?" he posits, low and intrigued. Some color returns to her cheeks in his periphery, and he continues, "That would be a fascinating way to pass on messages to future peoples. Prone to losing nuance but otherwise unchanging."

She doesn't respond, and as he's less bothered by the silence he's content with the quiet as he scribbles out line after line. Pausing every so often to turn a page or tap his stick of charcoal against his chin, cautiously noting in his own shorthand the possible 'concepts' behind the few great pokemon he's wary of her knowing about just yet.

Magpie is a terrible fidgeter, he notes as he looks back and forth between his notes and the mural. His bangs being on the side she sits at allows him to sneak glances. To see her tapping along the lines of her knuckles with her fingertips or pinching a hem.

The only one that irks him is the sudden, incongruous popping of her knuckles, wrists, and finally neck – the latter loud enough to make him flinch.

"Are you alr–" he starts.

"Sorry!" she chirps, tucking her hands away again.

He tries not to scrutinize it too much but must fail somewhere because she continues.

"It's just too cold out to add anything to the 'dex notes, and I'm all stocked up on potions, is all."

"It is cold," he grants, allowing himself a little wryness. The barrier he’s constructed between Local Merchant Volo and his fiercely guarded passions is strong enough to allow some gaps of false vulnerability. So long as it means coaxing his way into her trust for the work ahead. He's wrapping up what he's gleaned, so he hazards, "Why are you here, anyway?"

"Ugh, so," and she scooches to lean against ursaluna's side, facing him more directly. "To quell Avalugg, I need a piece of ice, but from a specific mass of ice, but specifically from the bit on top, and to reach that I need to fly up there, except the warden with the burrd," another unrecognizable interjection, "not only won't get it for me, but is making me play tag to even reach the burrd. So I thought, hey, let her stew at Snowpoint for a hot minute and I'll kindly ask Ursa– oh, I forgot!"

She stands abruptly, not minding that Volo is fully reeling from that onslaught.

As he recuperates, she leans down to the pokemon's face, coaxing, "You were onto something, just then right? What'd you smell?"

Ursaluna chuffs, grumbles, and eventually rises enough to cross the frigid stone to the foot of the mural.

He can't place why he tenses, but can equate the feeling to seeing old Calaba among the Solaceon ruins: the wariness of a stranger around his ancestral site, which came just before the shattering realization that the site had been vandalized by another party entirely.

As the beast digs, then retreats enough for Magpie to finish unearthing its find, however, he finds the tension slipping away. In their few, manufactured encounters, he's never known the woman to be glib about a history foreign to her, or treat the aged wonders around them apathetically.

In fact, he thinks as the two trains of thought begin to overlap, her reaction at Solaceon had been... extraordinarily odd.

She had gotten shifty the moment she entered the ruin, not an uncommon reaction, but upon viewing the mural she'd looked ready to bolt.

To say nothing of her reaction to the fragment itself.

On the List of Weird Things About the Riftborne, the third or fourth entry -- depending on the sorting being chronological or in order of significance -- has long been the moment she had hauled the stolen stone through the entrance of the ruin.

For the scant heartbeats before he'd greeted her with customary false cheer (and customary, less-false gratitude) she had looked... electrified.

Not shocked or surprised, but as though the only thing keeping her hair from standing on end was the perpetual weight of wetland air. She barely said a word to Calaba, something the woman took as deference, and moved with a stiltedness that looked downright painful. He had kept an eye on her from afar the rest of that day, half in curiosity and half in an uncharacteristic fear that she would get mauled by something in the depths of the swamp.

After the ruin, however, she had been something fearsome herself. Her already fully evolved partner decidueye had helped her hack and slash her way south, crossing broad rivers with daring leaps he couldn't think to match. When she had returned to the territory of the lord and warden, her pack stuffed and pokeball supply expended, the tension had vanished, placid hyperfocus returning to the matter at hand. A theory forms in his mind that she pours that excess energy into battling, which would explain not only her exceptional skill at battling, but also the fact she seems to spend more time away from Jubilife village than within it.

Volo is yanked from his reverie by her shrill gasp, not quite fast enough to lean away as she scurries to the side of his lantern and kneels in its glow. With near reverent care, something he’s quite literally never witnessed in her before, she unfurls a scrap of enticingly aged vellum and pins down the corners with nearby stones.

“Lords,” he breathes, leaning over fast enough to unbalance himself. In a spill of ink, miraculously unfaded after not seeing the light of day for decades, at least, lines of what can only be verse loop across the page. It’s an ancient form of Hisuian, far closer to the blockish single letters of the Celestica than the modern swipes of syllabic kana. Mind awhirl, it is no great challenge to let his voice lift with curious ignorance, “That… what on earth could that be?”

“Poetry, I think,” she says, and his breath catches. She couldn’t possibly– “I’ve found just a couple others like this. One right near Lord Ursaluna’s home, and one around Cottonsedge.”

She flashes a grin at him, oblivious of his pallor as the expression is so unrestrained as to pinch shut her eyes. A familiar, accursed thump echoes in his eardrums from the vicinity of his chest.

“The second was about sootfoot root, of all things,” she continues, returning focus to the page, “I think implying it to be the predecessor of the potato we use today. This one though…”

Volo watches, pulse fluttering as rapid as a starly’s, as the sky-fallen woman of indeterminate origin and bearer of less-indeterminant godly favor reads out his ancestral tongue.

“When that Pokemon was born,” she reads, stuttering over what ought to be the most commonly spoken word, “intelligence bloomed among us, enriching all our… morrows, which could mean the future in general or the broader human experie–”

She pauses, and he realizes she’s actually looking back at him. He had been so lost in the depths of his own confusion, anger, and awe, that he had been staring at her in dumbfound silence for a few minutes now.

“Volo?”

“You… you can,” he swallows, throwing lassos about his mental moorings to try and leash a coherent thought together, “you can read that?”

Magpie goes very still.

With the wind leeching in from the cave opening at her back, it could be passed off to anyone else as a chill, but Volo sees through that. Sees the way her shoulders fold in just a hair, the scrunch of her brows, the flat turn of her eyes as she retreats into herself, hauls up the drawbridge and readies the portcullis to fall between them.

“A little,” she says, quietly. A hand on the lever, or ready to cut the rope entirely.

In a heaven-sent moment, he snaps back into awareness, knowing with a fire in his chest that this is a moment he cannot lose to the sands of time.

“That’s amazing,” he says, intrigued but stifling any note of awe as he suddenly knows it would only chase her off. It’s disorienting, and to be investigated further, but he knows this is a moment to abandon a layman’s artifice. “It’s an old system of writing, predating modern Hisuian but not so ancient as to be extinct,” he says, feeling a bit like he’s coaxing out a rare pokemon.

Yet, it is in a bid towards equal footing, something he hasn’t stood on with anyone but Cogita. And the Mistress had soured at the very sight of him, refusing to relay anything more than bare bones of Hisui’s legends as though guarding them. Hoarding, he thinks sharply, for some other, better inheritor.

That thought, and the likelihood that he could well be looking at that inheritor now, is enough to anchor him once more in the present, in his own machinations.

Still, Magpie’s lips twitch into a weak smile.

“I’m… glad it’s not another dead language,” she says, eventually, and though the phrasing is baffling he nods to the sentiment. This bolsters her a bit, gaze returning to match his from where it had drifted aside. “I have a couple others I’d be glad to show you, actually, and–”

She pauses, and he catches the barest flick of her focus from his eyes to his chin. She snickers, reaching up a hand.

“You’ve got a bit of–” her fingers stop just short of touching his face, his heart pounding, and snaps back down. Like a groundwater pump, the force of it seems to flood scarlet into her cheeks, and she whips her head away. “Y-you’ve got a bit of black there. On y-your. Face.”

Oh, Arceus, he thinks, and the thought is like taking his own gabite’s Dragon Claw to the chest. He rubs at his chin mindlessly, his eyes wide and downcast. Unbeknownst to either party, both share a giddy, terrifying thought: I’m in trouble.

After about a decade of excruciating silence, Volo finds it in himself to snap back into what has fast become the neutral territory between the two of them.

“I could never deny a chance to read some ancient texts,” he says brightly, and when she dares a glance he plasters on a not-entirely-fake smile and wags his finger, “any more than I could deny my favorite customer!”

It’s the exact right thing to say, he knows with no small amount of pride, as she sinks into the kind of relief only felt by those who escape the notice of the deadliest alphas. She busies herself rolling up the scroll and tucking it away – in her pack, not what she’s bafflingly termed her “quick-ditch satchel.” He hasn’t learned much beyond the term, but thinks she might have it packed with a few essential supplies and a small horde of tempting diversions, as it's designed to provide a last-resort escape.

Volo, in turn, finishes scribing out the last of the hieroglyphic figures before shutting his journal, weighing the risks of asking “where are the other scrolls” or “could we meet again before you return to Jubilife?” Either could be too forward, but he does so ache to know more about these lost, terribly old verses.

In a moment of grace, Magpie offers a solution quite outside the realm of what he’d considered possible.

“Do you want to come with us,” she asks, and motions past him to the Lordly pokemon, “to look for more?”

“Oh, dear me. I see I’ve quite failed,” he says dramatically, and assuages a flicker of alarm by continuing, “to remove any doubt in your mind of my interest in doing so.”

Her grin is blinding, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever be quite able to regret inspiring it.

• • • • •

“Keep an eye out for pep-up plants, would you?!” Magpie shouts over the sound of both the wind and the incredible pounding of ursaluna’s paws upon pack ice.

“White flowers in the icelands,” Volo responds, a little quieter as he’s inches away from clinging to her back in fear. “Will do!”

Her laugh is less vocal than it is physical, something he can feel beneath his arms as they’re wrapped around her torso. He keeps his hands clear, gripping his own forearms despite the chill, because he’s learned any sudden pivot of their enormous escort could pitch the two riders into collision.

She had barely waited for the storm to pass before harrying him on board, entirely too confident that she could hold her own position at the reins as he settled in the actual saddle. It wasn’t the worst choice, seeing as they still had some daylight left – anything was better than trying to traverse the wastes at night, even this borderline compromising position and jostling passenger experience.

“Where are we going?” he asks, hoping his voice isn’t lost to the thick fur of his uniform’s neckline, cuffed over his face.

“Wherever the wind takes us,” she answers in jest, then amends, “north, right now. Which is good since I’m supposed to head that wa–”

Ursaluna jerks into a hard bank leftward, surging so much that his spine hits the saddle’s back like a brick wall. Never has he wished so much for his guild backpack, currently lashed to the deepest slope of the pokemon’s back. Nor has he wished so suddenly for some other padding as Magpie is thrown into his front. She lets out a meager oof while he’s entirely winded.

“Northwest,” she amends.

Breathless as he is, it’s not until the lord breaks into a sprint that he yelps, incredulously, “What’s it doing?!”

“He’s got a scent!” Magpie barks, with a little bit of a bounce in her seat. Volo feels it through his arms and, far more notably, where his knees are folded forward around her hips. The woman is oblivious, so it’s up to him to quell his thoughts alone. The lord gallups on, until the distant western hills begin to loom out of the foggy atmosphere, until a sparse forest jabs defiantly from the snow to their right, until– “Stop!”

She hauls on the reins, nearly crashing the crown of her skull into his face in the process. He reels, narrowly avoiding getting winded again by preemptively tightening his hold, and sparks with annoyance for all of a heartbeat.

It’s then that he sees the enormous cavern that’s opened up in front of them, a notorious feature of the wastes known for killing misled travelers by the dozens either in falls, by exposure, or to their… residents.

Ursaluna settles from its near-vertical rear, grumbling, and Magpie gives it a commiserating pat on its enormous, discolored ruff.

“I know what to look for now,” she assures the beast as she slides down from her perch, looking up at Volo with what might be expectance. With the hat, slit-eyed goggles and scarf, not a lick of her expression gets through.

He joins the Lord of the mire in its malcontentedness, gingerly hopping down onto the slick ice which surrounds the mouths of such caverns. He reacquires his pack as, in his periphery, Magpie unloops the obijime beneath her coat, losing the cloth at her waist carelessly.

Lower on the List is that the riftborne either has not learned or does not much care for the proprieties of clothing. She adores them aesthetically, as he'd often grow bored of watching her raid Anthe's newest additions like someone starved of the arts. But barring actual nudity, from the months-ago moment she had wandered out of Galaxy Hall in a pair of trousers cut unconscionably short, she has not adhered to the average feminine Hisuian's sense of modesty.

He angles his cap down for his own sake of mind, and is yet able to see as she proffers one end of the length of gilded rope to their escort. Brow furrowing, he rescinds his aversion to look up and ask, "Why are you…"

Magpie pauses shy of the lip of the cavern, looking for all the world as one about to leap off daringly. She might smile, behind the scarf; it certainly sounds like it when she responds, "Ever heard of free rappelling?"

He very much hasn't and thus very much jolts in surprise when she does step off the ledge. He darts forward, low to the ground to stay balanced, in time to watch her lower herself down five feet or so from the eight-foot drop. Once she touches down, and out of the wind chill, she pulls up the goggles to ensure he can see that entirely barmy smile of hers in her eyes.

"C'mon down, the water's great," she jibes.

Volo looks from her, to the enormous pokemon, to the hazy skies above in search for cosmic leniency. I'm really in trouble.

Then, grasping the rope by both hands and between his thighs in a proper grip, he joins her below.

As does her partner pokemon, an umbreon she had introduced weeks ago as Panos. It spoke volumes that she had reared an eevee just as quickly to this form as she had her earlier rowlet.

Panos fluffs up against the chill, casting off a warm glow as they creep below the shadow cast by the mouth of the cavern.

In a breathless moment, he understands why the umbreon has joined them.

At the far end of a hollow of ice shaped like a distended stomach, a writhing mass of scarlet and whispy white bleeds a weight into the air. Seething malice turns the air acrid in his lungs, and he finds himself gagging on it, hanging back as she forges on.

The zoroark swipes out, wild and ruthless, but is a mite slower than the umbreon, whose effectiveness quickly sees the beast confined to yet another pokeball for further study.

"You don't even know what that was, do you?" he snarks upon seeing a look of blithe curiosity in her eyes. The same he's glimpsed at the mention of any new find. He sighs when she looks up with a tilt to her head, tugging down his now stifling collar. "That was the baneful fox, zoroark. Legends of it abound with the horrors of tragedy and spiteful memory, and it bears ill will on just about every living thing."

"It looks incredibly badass, my guy," she retorts, and before she can catch his bewildered expression at the phrasing, she turns and loops her scarf around Panos' neck and shoulders with a tiny croon of endearment.

Then she's puttering about the perimeter of the icy cavern, drawing out a rudimentary chisel of iron to test for spots of interest. An ore or two later, she ducks down and sinks the iron in a soft spot of densely packed snow rather than ice. She lets out a little, a-hah!

Volo busies himself with digging out his lantern and journal, watching as her pokemon joins her in digging at the snow. He hazards a couple paces closer, only to have her crowd into his light to read the scroll. Then, like it’s only just occurred to her, she looks up to ask,

“Can you also read this?”

“...yes,” he says, straining not to let his aggravation show. He doesn’t want to let on too much but it’s a matter of principle to say, “It’s been a focus of study for me the last few years.”

It throws him entirely to see her deflate – not disappointed, but with a hint of wariness. In the beat of quiet he feels a desperate curiosity as to what all these variables add up to. It’s as she glances away that an answer occurs to him.

She had seen something in the space beyond the rift. She might have clammed up directly after but she had and with Giratina still in the realm of Distortion…

Arceus. Of course.

As his stomach drops out from under him, she buys into his placid mask for once and begins to read.

“Wintry… austere… brimming with strange power,” she recites, pinching the vellum at the corners. “Certainly the land of Hisui bears some resemblance to s-sin… Sin-joh? Lords, it's hard to parse this without capitalization. Do you–”

Magpie finally looks at him, likely catching the tail end of his open shock at the word.

He can’t entirely help it, feeling like he’s balancing on the sheer face of Mt. Coronet. Clinging on meant keeping it all to himself, Sinjoh, Blackthorn, his ancestry. But letting it out meant freefall, a… leap of faith.

Arceus, he thinks; he prays. If ever you deigned to listen to me, or my people, speak to me now. Guide me.

Into the resounding silence, Magpie prompts, “Hey, Volo?”

He looks at her, every muscle wound tight as the springs in a pocket watch, watching as a gentle, coaxing smile curls her lips.

“Let’s get out of the cold.”

• • • • •

“Aren’t you meant to be seeking out the Warden at Snowpoint?” he asks, lightly, as he steps into the hot spring to join her. Magpie hums without looking up, resting her head against the stone and letting her legs rise to the surface. He looks away, focusing on the soaking heat rising past his hips.

“This is what’s called ‘marinating’ the enemy,” she eventually responds, cracking open her eyes.

“So not only do you make an enemy of a child,” he echoes, unable to stifle a chuckle as he sits down, “but you treat her like a serving of stewmeat?”

“It refers to–” she halts. Behind eyes drifted shut in his pleasure at the heat, he hears her breath catch. “That is, I – ugh, just shut up.”

Volo relents to a laugh, savoring the slow unwinding of tension from his muscles. With nightfall, the wastes drop to nigh uninhabitable temperatures, populated only by pokemon with ice at their cores and the rageful ghosts of anything foolish enough to brave traveling. In contrast, the hot spring she had led them to just west of the cavern below is searingly hot, leeching a mist into the air that shrouds it like a land forbidden from mortal sight.

“You know, there’s an old legend about this place holding the secret to immortality,” he sighs, keeping his eyes shut, half out of courtesy. The both of them had only their own undergarments to swim in, and as much as the riftborne intrigues him he’ll not go so low as to seduce her to his whims.

“I have a working theory,” she answers after a beat, and her tone is sly, “that anyone advertising a path to eternal legacy is actually hawking aphrodisiacs.”

His head tilted skyward, he allows himself just a beat of gobsmacked surprise. Now who isn't above seduction?

“Don’t you think I of all people would know of such a thing,” he jibes instead, finally looking at her from across the eddies of steam. He waits just long enough to spot a flush before continuing, “As a member of the inimitable Gingko guild?”

“They would sell it,” she says with just a whiff of disparagement.

“Only to the worthy,” he responds, and props himself up on his elbows when she actually engages the baited comment.

“Who would you consider worthy, wise guildsman?”

Volo looks at her, for once entirely undistracted by her near nudity and far more enthralled by the flare of curiosity in her eyes. After a long moment stewing, he offers, “I should think the most deserving people would be the kindhearted.”

“Not the just,” she asks, and he can see her hands move beneath the water, scooping up her ankles to sit crosslegged on the shelf of rock beneath her. “Or perhaps the clever?”

“There are very few arbiters of justice deserving of an everlasting life,” he mutters and traces an eddy into the water, ever preoccupied by questions of the character of his deity. He sighs, continuing, “And as for the clever…”

“It would be cruel, I think, to inflict two curses on the same soul,” she offers.

A spark races up his spine, electrifying, as he reevaluates nearly every preconception of the riftborne he’s maintained. He dares to breathe, “Curses?”

Magpie hums, mulling this in turn. “I think so. To be so curious and adept at questing for knowledge, and be given an eternity to pursue it? The experience might be interesting, but I think the older you get, the less sane you can stand to be.”

Volo remains quiet, watching her with what some might mistake as a heated gaze, though it is flush with a different kind of desperation. He so, so rarely stumbles upon someone both aware enough to engage such ideas and willing to talk to him, of all people.

“Kids are the sanest of anyone, never so insistent on making rules or forcing the world to fit into so many boxes,” is all she offers after some time, looking once more heavenward to study the skies.

Rivulets trace the column of her throat. With the moon all of a sliver of silver above, the only light is offered by the stars as they spill out across a velvety, celestial cloak.

“Christ,” her lips spill yet another foreign phrase, “what a sky.”

He could interrogate; could prod in jest at the dissonance between her apparent envy of children and her current avoidance of the waiting Diamond clan warden; could move closer across the pool and ensnare her while her mind seems adrift; could force the knowledge of the higher powers at play in Hisui with the ease of twisting a limb.

But for the moment, and for the night, he chooses to remain quiet. To listen to the gentle rasp of water on stone, the occasion doleful cry of a froslass, the wind over the wastes. To be still, wait for the morning and its renewal to approach.

He tells himself it isn’t fear that makes him turn down her offer of companionable travel at dawn. That it isn’t a twist of bitter anger that he feels when he thinks of her connection with the Lord above all, with his heritage. That it isn’t mourning, when he thinks of betrayals to come.

That he doesn’t hope she’ll forgive them.

[preceding the events of pick a god (and pray)]

Happy Volotober!

#volotober #volo #pokemon volo #volo pokemon #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon #pokemon fanfiction #volo/oc #my brother in christ i cannot escape this verse

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xiaosmoon · 3 years

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𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐚?!

pairings: kaeya, thoma, & childe x afab!gn!reader

summary: you left your bra with him... oops

warnings/content: suggestive content. implied sex but no actual descriptions of it

a/n: some are shorter than others bc i got a lil carried away with kaeya's hehe. also i might make a part two if anyone wants it

-> kaeya

he was never the type of person to deny any of your advances towards him, especially in the comfort his own office. why bother with boring paperwork when you're oh so desperately trying to gain his attention?

but today you were in more of a hurry than usual, having promised lisa that you'd help out in the library, it would look bad to show up late with your cheeks ablaze and hair a mess. "are you sure you can't stay longer, darling?" kaeya continued his sensual kisses up your shoulder, until he met the base of your neck. "mm, can't." you were still breathless from your previous activities. regaining your composure was somehow out of the question. kaeya sighs, pressing a final farewell kiss to your soft lips. "a shame. i'll see you later tonight then."

kaeya was such a tease most of the time. leaving lingering kisses in public, slipping his hands to places they shouldn't be — so why not take the liberty of teasing him back? it wouldn't be so bad to just leave your bra laying around his office floor, would it?

you glance once more at the bra not so strategically placed just barely under his desk before leaving the room. "suppose this paperwork won't do itself." kaeya mutters to himself. not even 30 minutes later, jean walks in with a new stack of folders, waiting to be signed and reviewed. kaeya glances up. "oh, wonderful." the sarcasm dripping from his tongue was not appreciated by the acting grand master.

"don't worry, they aren't due until the end of the week. you'll have plenty of time." jean sighs, dropping the stack right onto his desk. "how are the folders from last week? almost finished."

"i am so glad you asked. i even wrapped a little bow on it for you." kaeya slyly winked before shuffling around inside his desk. while waiting for kaeya to find his papers, jeans eyes wandered around his office. looking at old books she doubts he's read, old pictures of him and his brother, and oh — a bra?!

jean's face turns crimson she can't even try hiding. her eyes snap strictly to her feet, avoiding everything at all costs. "aha! found them. here you are– master jean?" the normally calm and collected knight has now lost all of her professionalism. the shade of her face has turned almost as bright as master diluc's hair.

"i, uh." jean clears her throat, trying to stop her voice from becoming too high pitched. "yes, t-thank you, kaeya. and please," she does a sharp 180 before daring to finish her sentence. "clean your office one in awhile."

jean was out of the room faster than kaeya could blink. is my office truly that untidy? he looked around, and was about to call noelle to clean up a bit before his icy eyes fell onto the perpetrator.

how cute of you to leave behind a little black lacy bra. kaeya wasn't mad. how could he be? instead of putting it away to hand back to you later, kaeya places it onto his desk, for anyone who dares to enter to see.

hopefully it wasn't your favorite bra, because you weren't getting it back.

-> thoma

laundry around the kamisato estate somehow never tends to get finished. as soon as thoma finishes one load, another pile of dry, lovely smelling clothes are just waiting to be folded and stuffed away.

today however, you've found a way to distract thoma from his duties for just a short while. making out with the kamisato housekeeper in the laundry room wasn't exactly the most classy thing to be doing, but that's alright. everyone needs a break from time to time, right?

"i really shouldn't–" thoma's breathless panting was doing nothing to help his case. "be slacking off–" his words weren't agreeing with his actions. thoma's hair was tangled into your hair, weaving every which way. your top was half way down your body and his shirt was completely disregarded onto the floor.

you placed one finale kiss onto his neck before sighing. "i suppose i shouldn't keep you too long. i'll see you later, after dinner then." you winked at your lover before fixing your top and leaving him bewildered. that's the one thing thoma loved about you, the excitement and rush that came from being with you.

thoma shakes, quickly fixing his clothing before leaving the laundry room closet that you two were cramped into. it was unfortunate thoma didn't notice your pretty pink bra that was carelessly discarded on the floor. pushing away the events from just moments before, thoma continues his ironing of fabrics and kimonos, preparing them for the next day.

the sound of the sliding door almost didn't catch thoma's attention. in walked in a fellow groundskeeper who thoma has seen quite a few times around the kamisato household. "oh, hello! are looking for your laundry?" thoma's peppy tone was always sure to put anyone in a great mood.

"in fact i was. but you seem pretty busy, i can always come back... thoma, i think you missed a, uhm, item." the groundskeeper let out an awkward cough, turning his gaze sharply to the ceiling. thoma tilted his head to the side. "a item of clothing?" he looked around the room to see this mysterious item. and oh would you look at that, it was your bra. the pink shade made it look out of place in the room, so easy to find.

thoma's cheeks matched your undergarment. "oh.. um well thank you. i'll have your laundry ready for you later." without another word, the groundskeeper quickly fled the scene. how embarrassing.

there was no way you could have forgotten your bra here, right? thoma quickly swiped the undergarment and shoved it into the hamper.

he was going to have a very, very long talk with you later.

-> childe

leaving your bra with childe might've been the biggest mistake ever. for childe, this was an absolute field day!

you didn't even mean to leave your bra out on your bed. you were leaving your home in a rush this morning and told yourself you would put it away when you got back.

unfortunately for you, childe had beat you to it. now it's not like this is his first time ever seeing your bra, but putting it on and taking silly pictures with it was all too tempting.

and so of course you had to walk in during the wrong time. entering your room, you were not expecting to see your boyfriend wearing your bra with oranges stuffed into them for the whole effect.

"babe, look! you really have to wear this thing everyday? it's so hard to put on." childe continued checking out his unusual appearance in your mirror.

you mentally face palmed yourself.

"childe, what on earth are you doing?" you sigh, plopping your bag onto the floor. he turned his attention to you with the dorkiest smile on display. "wanted to see what having boobs was like. is that so wrong?"

you roll your eyes at his childishness. but you couldn't help the little smile creeping up on your lips either. "well, i think your boobs would be a lot smaller than that."

childe let out an exaggerated gasp. "you take that back!"

sticking your tongue out at him, you blow a raspberry. and before you could register anything, you were met with a pillow slam to your face.

and just like that, a very intense war of pillows began.

maybe you were just a child at heart too.

#kaeya x reader #thoma x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #kaeya x you #thoma x you #childe x you #kaeya x y/n #thoma x y/n #childe x y/n #kaeya #thoma #childe #tartaglia

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gojous-exbabymama · 3 years

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random headcanon about some of the jjk boy’s during sexy time

warning: smut, 18+, mdni, aged up characters, daddy kink, size kink, anal sex, crying, oral(f/m), unprotected sex, fluff, slight angst if you squint, loss of virginity, and injury to reader but nothing serious

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gojou saturo

“that time you sneezed” + “caught a cramp so bad he almost passed out”

- sex with gojou is always fun

- hate to admit it but it’s true

- it’s unpredictable yet super exciting

- don’t tell him that tho or else he’ll never shut up

- your back was arched against the sturdy kitchen table with your legs bent and pushed to your chest

- gojou was thrusting into you just right, hitting that spot deep inside you that had you screaming

- “yes, yes. right there d-dont stop!”

- “right there princess? am i hitting your special spot?”

- “you don’t have to answer that, i know i am~”

- “go on, scream louder for daddy, let em’ know just how good im making you feel”

- if you weren’t too focus on cumming you would of told him to shut the fuck up but he was making you feel good

- and you learned a long time ago that he doesn’t need to hear it from your lips to know, your body spoke for you

- the knot in your belly was growing tighter

- you were so close, your cries letting him know

- gojou glances down at you, watching your tits bounce with each thrust as your face twisted in pleasure

- “aww y/n-chan, i wish you could see the faces you’re making”

- gojou grips a hand to your face, squishing your cheeks together hard

- “soo cute princess~” he coos mockingly, watching as your face scrunched up, eyes going watery and nose twitching

- you felt it right then, the small tickling sensation in your nose that had you breathing picking up

- mustering up all your strength, you pulled your face out of his palm and turned away

- before he could say anything cheeky, you were letting out sneeze, after sneeze, after sneeze, after sneeze-

- if gojou wasn’t so balls deep inside you he would of thought it was cute

- but no, your body tensed and jerked with each sneeze that it had you clenching so tight around his cock he couldn’t even move

- the loud whine and groan pulls you out of your sneezing frenzy as you watch gojou’s body shaking, all movement coming to a halt was he tilts his head back

- that’s when you felt it, rope after rope of his hot cum painting your walls

- followed by a loud, painful yelp coming from him as he pulls out swiftly, gripping the back of his thigh

- you sat up quickly but was forced back down from his body weight alone as you feel him go slack against you

- “saturo?” you tapped him but didn’t get a response for a few moments until he shot his head up

- “oh my god, i just came so hard i got a cramp and almost passed out!”

- you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at that as he pouts a little, hands rubbing up and down your sides

- “it wasn’t my fault you were squeezing my dick so tight I couldn’t stop myself”

- “am I hearing the great gojou saturo has no self control?”

- you were only teasing but he took that as a challenge as he gripped your legs, pulling them up and onto his shoulders, his dripping tip rubbing against your folds

- “gojou wait, i need to-need to clean my nose!!”

- he waste no time and pushes his length back inside you, ready to punish you for thinking he was weak

- “leave it, you look cute with a runny nose anyways princess~”

- your face was covered in tears, snot, and his cum by the time he was down with you

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megumi fushiguro

“cumming way to fast” + “that time he accidentally got it in your eye”

- being a sorcerer was stressful asf

- he was exhausted literally all the time and getting injured left him bed bond for most days

- megumi barely had time to even relax

- but that’s what you were there for

- your weren’t one to brag or anything but you thought you were good at sex

- and megumi always made sure to tell you just how good you felt

- weather it’s your pussy squeezing him or the tight feeling of your throat wrapped around his throbbing length

- so to say that you felt a wee bit cocky the first time he came just seconds after bottoming out of you would be an understatement

- but you made sure to comfort him when you notice the pout and frustrated look on his face

- “that’ll never happen again” he mumbled out before cleaning you up

- but it does happen again

- about three more times actually

- and every time he grew more and more pissed at himself

- he was stressed! you knew that so you didn’t knock him if you didn’t finish

- you would tell him that it was ok

- “these kind of things happen gumi’”

- “you’re working yourself too hard baby :/“

- “let me help you relax, pls”

- expect he was never relaxed after cumming so quick inside you

- honestly, you were surprised that he could still get it up from all the stress he carries around

- finally done with finishing first every time, megumi made it his mission to get you right

- which is why he was kneeling between your legs, skirt lifted up with your panties stretched and pulled to the side as he feast on your cunt

- and you were a mess because it has been awhile since you got off and only megumi could make you see stars

- he had you spread wide for him, licking and sucking on your swollen clit that had you moaning just for him

- “ahh megumi please~” you don’t even know what your begging for but he does

- thick fingers thrusting in and out you had you gripping the sheets while your thighs tremble

- tale tale sign that you’re about to cum so he takes his fingers from out of you

- before you could whine at the loss, he’s soon thrusting his tongue inside your weeping pussy, ready to catch everything you give him

- “gumi i-im gonna cum for you!”

- “do it, cum for me kitten, cum right on my tongue”

- your body shook as you cum around the stiff muscle of his tongue, thigh squeezing around his head as you grip and pull on his hair hard

- he lets you come down, pressing kisses along your thighs before he stands up, stripping himself out of his clothes

- switching spots, you kiss along his stomach before reaching for his throbbing cock

- giving small licks against the tip to catch his precum dripping as he groans

- your mouth waters and you don’t wait a second longer before you took him in your mouth

- bobbing your head up and down, moaning when you feel him thrusting slowly in your mouth to match your rhythm

- you were just getting started when your eyes meet his right as you take him to the back of his throat

- big mistake

- the hand that has a grip your hair grows tight as he cums down your throat with a loud groan

- it caught you off guard and you didn’t have much time to prepare for his large load

- you pull off his length with a cough, he’s cum dripping from your lips as his load finishes on your face

- megumi hearing you gasping loudly brings him back to earth when he sees your head slight bent with one of your eyes squeezed shut

- “y/n?” calls as you hiss, shooting him a small glare is when he sees why

- “your cum got in my eye megumi.”

- “i-im sorry ba-“

- “dont just stare get me a towel!!”

- after cleaning you up and feeding you, megumi laid on top of you as you cuddle him closer

- he apologized more than enough you’re gonna have to give him kisses to settle him down

- “it’s ok honey, i still thought it was hot.”

- megumi could only groan, pouting as he watch you grin

- “you could say that i didn’t see it coming, huh huh?”

- megumi groaned once more as he buries his face into your neck

- yeah he definitely wasn’t going to let that happen again

————————————————————————————————————————itadori yuuji

“that time it was your first time” + “was that a mouth on the side of his cheek?”

- bby boi

- you can’t really say what sex is truly like with yuuji

- since you’ve never had it with him because you were a virgin

- and he was fine with that, he’ll wait for as long as you liked

- the first time it almost happened was back in him dorm during his 3rd year

- you both talked about it and agreed to have your first time be together so a week later, yuuji had the perfect night planned for you

- he really pulled out all the stops

- we’re talking warm scented candles, rose petals, soft music playing in the background and your favorite take out

- it was actually really romantic ngl

- after dessert you found yourself laying back on his bed, making out with such passion it left you feeling buzzed

- everything was slow, both your movements gentle when taking off each other clothes

- giggling and kissing the nerves away

- yuuji reached for you bra, getting it undone with easy

- his eyes in your body from your breast down to your thighs rubbing together, pretty pink panties covering center

- “you’re so beautiful baby” he whispers

- it was moment were you took each other in before you reached for his hand, bringing it up to where you wanted him to touch you first

- your eyes closing shut once you feel his warm hand squeezing and caressing your breast, gasping softly when you feel his thumb brushing over your nipple

- his lips leaving yours before kissing down to your neck had you feel needy

- the room filling with sounds of your pleasing sighs and his heavy breathing

- all of it cut short by the sound of a low rugged voice

- “what are you waiting for? just fuck her already”

- your eyes shot open and you couldn’t stop the loud scream from your lips

- because why the fuck was there a mouth on his cheek and an eye under his eye??!?

- once you pulled the sheets over your naked body did yuuji realize what had happened

- he slaps a hand over his cheek so hard he knocked himself out of bed

- ok so maybe he didn’t tell you everything about why he was at the academy and in hindsight, he probably should of told you everything before he had you naked

- after calming you down and getting a ice pack does he tell you about how he ate an ancient cursed finger and now there is a very powerful curse living inside of him

- it was definitely hard for you to wrap your head around this information because you weren’t a sorcerer, you didnt see demons or cursed things or even knew about those kind of things

- so yeah, you were a bit freaked out, a little upset and needed sometime to think so you left

- yuuji understood and gave you as much time as you needed but he was literally dying on the inside without his baby

- he was mopey, quiet, and just overall sad to be around because he missed you so much

- finally after a few days you reached out and invited him over to your place

- tear was shed and yuuji apologizing profusely

- “im sorry y/n i love you so much, i dont want to lose you”

- “you’re not going to lose me yuuji, i love you to much for that to happen just promise me no more secret mkay?”

- he agreed with a kiss that quickly turned heated and you were back in your room

- “he’s not going to..ya know?”

- yuuji quickly shutting it down because “nope, him and i have a deal, he won’t be coming out when it’s just us, i promise”

- that’s enough to put you at ease and soon enough, clothes were thrown off and you two were finally connected

- yuuji thrust were gentle, making it easier for you to get used to his size

- his fingers rubbing circles on your clit left your body shaking and your pussy clenching around him

- and when you both cum at the same time, you’re gripping and holding each other tight

- yeah he may have shedded a tear or two when he came it was just that good

- aftercare king where he cleans you up and cuddles, whispering ‘i love you’s and soft kisses

- “promise me you won’t die yuuji”

- there’s a pause before you feel his lips kiss your forehead

- “im not going anywhere baby, i love you”

- he promised no more secrets but right now he can’t tell you what will happen the day he finds that last finger

- but for now, he’s content with just holding you until then

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aoi todo

“that time you slapped him” + “he literally blew your back out”

- the time you’ve seen todo first time was shirtless

- you were terrified and turned on because what the fuck?

- no seriously, what the fu ck¿!

- dude is massive

- like was it even legal to be that massive?

- and when he dropped his pants for you the first time, you straight up walked out the room because there ain’t no way in hell

- “that thing is not going anywhere near my pussy”

- “please babygirl, just the tip?”

- it took a very, very long time before you even allowed that

- not even when your mouth watered or your pussy went purr

- his cock was just too big

- but after awhile you kinda got used to him once you realize all your insides were still in tact

- you’ve had some sex mishap, that was much was a given since this is todo we’re speak off

- you slapped the shit out of him one time when you heard him moan some idols name while he had his dick down your throat

- you didn’t let him touch you for almost a month

- he learned his lesson quick tho

- or that time he was fucking you standing up

- legs hanging over his broad shoulders while his hands held a tight grip on your ass bouncing you up and down on his thick cock

- you were three rounds in, body hot and covered in sweat

- the room filled with sounds of your moans, his deep grunts and the sickly wet squishing sound of your pussy

- todo was abusing your whole, having just made you squirt all over his cock had sent him into a frenzy, his pace picking up at a new speed

- until he took a step forward, his foot slipping out from under him, sending him falling back but he was quick enough to reach out to grip the dresser behind him

- but not quick enough to stop the stacks of manga from falling on top of you both

- one word to describe sex with this beefy man: passion

- everything he did in bed was always him trying to show just how much of a man he is and that only he could satisfy you

- whenever he was done with you, your limps were sore and achy

- it felt like you ran a marathon then swam six miles and back

- meanwhile he barely broke a sweat

- todo always made sure you were left spent and satisfied

- no matter when or where

- and he saw you bending over, getting a small peak of the underside of your perfect ass, he had to have you

- so that’s how you found yourself in a small closet, it could fit two people comfortably

- but todo made up at least three on his own so there was barely any room but that doesn’t stop him from fucking your ass

- you held your upper half up by gripping onto the shelve in front of you as his large hands grip and squeeze your plush ass

- “thats it babygirl, doing so good”

- it felt so good taking him like this, his heavy balls slapping against your soaked cunt while he pounds his throbbing length in and out your ass

- hands slapping each cheek before leaving you spread open to watch him fuck you

- “f-fuck so tight!” he thrust harder, pushing your body forward “you love when i fuck you with this big cock don’t you?”

- you move a hand back to try and slow his movement but he only grabs it and keeps his held to your back

- “too much d-daddy..s’ too big!”

- but he keeps going, grinning wildly when he heard that

- todo stretched you out good for him and it was still to much cock for you

- your cries and moans bounce off the walls, your grip on the shelf growing loose the faster he went

- he sends another hard spank against your ass before his fingers found your needy clit

- pinching and rubbing quick circles around the bud had you gushing

- “oh fuck yeah, you filthy girl cumming from getting your ass fucked? so dirty”

- your body shakes as you tongue rolls out your mouth, panting and whining like a bitch in heat

- “fucking needy, perfect girl just for me” he growls, his hips picking up speed as he chases his high

- “t-to..slow..down”

- you could barely get any words out, your brain slowly turning to mush as you become nothing but a toy for him to cum inside

- he was going feral, loving that he can turn you so dumb from just his cock alone

- the sound of wood cracking catches your attention before the shelf you’re gripping breaks, sending the front of your body forward down

- the scream you let out make todo halt all his movements, his big hands and large arms holds your middle to keep you up right as you start to sob

- “w-what’s wrong?”

- “can’t move…it hurts!!”

- white hot pain shoot through your back as you body goes stiff

- five hours later you’re being wheeled out the hospital with strict orders to not leave the bed

- you made todo swear not to tell anyone about this and swore on takada’s life that he wouldn’t tell

- but when yuuji comes to visit and ask what happened, here comes this big guy

- “it was my dick, my dick put her in a wheelchair brother!!”

- please slap him again sis

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cherrycocaineee · 3 years

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18. Sodapop - A Love All Too Real

*Warning - Smut; spanking, biting, dirty talk, hair pulling, car sex*

“My baby did so well.”

“Cum one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.”

“I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.”

*Sodapop’s p.o.v*

Mickey Mouse was playing loudly throughout the living room, trying to muffle the sounds of the rain beating against the roof. It worked a little, distracting all of us from the brewing storm outside. Two-Bit was sitting next between Steve and I, completely mesmerized by his favorite showing playing on the screen. It wasn’t getting late but most of us were ready to pass out in the spots we sat in; me including, my heavy eyelids sinking each time I blinked. However, we were shaken away when there was a rapid banging noise on the door. I pushed myself up off the cushion and peered towards the closed door like all the others, wondering who could possibly be standing outside in this weather. The knocking came again, except this time with a voice behind it.

“Seriously guys! Who else would be knocking at your damn door right now?!”

It was Anni.

Ponyboy hopped off the floor, leaving Johnny sitting there alone, and opened the front door quickly. Anni was standing there, her hand over her left eye, soaking wet from the rain fall. She glared at him.

“Took you long enough,” she grumbled.

“Sorry Anni,” he said, “we expected you to be at home.”

“I was at home. I got kicked out.”

When she stepped into the house, the multiple bruises on her skin, fresh blood was collected on her skin and clothes, and when she removed her hand from her eye you could see how bad it really was. Her eye was black and purple, and I could see that some of the blood vessels in her eye were popped due to the red color collecting in her eye.

“Holy shit,” Two-Bit muttered, his eyes staying off the television now.

No one cared about Mickey Mouse playing anymore, or how tired they were. We only cared about Anni.

She placed her bag down by the door as she passed Ponyboy, who was still in shock that he couldn’t even move to close the door. Steve did it for him, not wanting rain to get inside the house or on him.

“Anni,” Darry said, standing in front of her, “this is the third time this week.”

She looked at all of us before turning back to Darry, the unfazed look on her face never wavering, as she shrugged.

“So?” She muttered.

“So,” he continued, “you can’t keep livin’ like this.”

Anni waved her hand in front of her, rather annoyed that she had to hear this again. Anytime she came over covered in bruises, Darry or one of us would tell her she couldn’t live with her dad again. It was always met with the same unfazed look on her face along with a light shrug of the shoulders. Anni crossed her arm over her chest; I noticed that she didn’t even wince. She was so use to the constant abuse and beatings that they didn’t even hurt her physically anymore.

“Why not?” She asked, tilting her head to the side.

“Anni, you do realize that your eyeball is red right? Like the blood vessels in your eye have busted?” Dally inquired, taking a long drag from his cigarette.

“Well yeah, I’m going to clean myself up and wait for it to heal like always.”

“But what we’re sayin’,” I said, standing from my spot, “you don’t deserve to be beaten every time you go home. You deserved to be cared for and go to sleep safely.”

Once more, I noticed that the unfazed look in her eyes never wavered. She was so numbed to the abuse it didn’t seem wrong anymore. Instead, she turned away from all of us, facing the open bathroom ready to head inside so she could avoid the problem.

“Doesn’t matter to me. Lots of things shouldn’t happen but they do. People take what they want from me whenever they please; the want sex, they don’t have to ask they just take, if every night someone wants to beat the hell out of me so that they feel better then so be it. I’m nothing more than a toy; a disposable piece of shit that people tend to keep around until they’re done using me.”

With those final words, she walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. My heart broke into hundreds of pieces after hearing her say those words. Anni wasn’t a bad person, she just never knew what it felt like to be loved and cherished. All I wanted to do was love and cherish her. To lay beside her at night and hold her. To pepper her face with dozens of kisses while caressing her small form. To just show her what it felt to be cared about instead of used. But she was so brainwashed into thinking she didn’t matter, that she was nothing more than a throwaway doll, that she couldn’t see it.

Ponyboy wrapped his arms around him.

“We can’t keep lettin’ her live there, Darry,” he said.

“I know that, Pony, but unless she wants to leave there isn’t anythin’ we can do,” Darry said, “I’m goin’ to go make her somethin’ to eat.”

That was a normal routine when Anni came over all beaten up. She normally wouldn’t have eaten for two days before the beating. I had asked her why she didn’t eat two days in advance and she told me that it helped her not throw up when her dad kicked her in the stomach. Once more breaking my heart as I heard her tell me that she could anticipate when the beating was coming and how to make it hurt less.

I followed Darry into the kitchen, Steve and Ponyboy trailing behind me. He was already getting all of the sandwich stuff out, dinner having been served a while ago and with all of us here, there were no leftovers. I grabbed the mustard off the table and watched Pony take out some bread before spreading the yellow condiment on her sandwich. We worked in silence, not sure what we could say to one another. Darry was right; unless Anni wanted to leave her parents, to have a better life, there wasn’t much we could do.

As soon as we finished making her sandwich, and Steve added half a pickle to the plate, Anni came walking in while drying her hair with the towel. She was wrapped in nothing but a towel. In the kitchen light I could see her bruises more prominent.

“Soda, can I borrow some clothes?” She inquired.

“Sure thing, doll,” I said, rinsing my hands off and following her to my room.

I opened the drawer and took out a pair of gray sweatpants and a black wife beater that revealed a lot on the side. It was something I wore around the house when it was hot.

“You know, Pony has clothes that might fit you better,” I joked.

“Yeah, probably,” she laughed, “but they aren’t as comfortable as yours.”

I handed the clothes to her, looking at her beaten up face. I frowned.

“Does it hurt?” I whispered.

“No more than it normally does,” she shrugged, “can you close the door on your way out? Please, and thank you.”

Nodding my head, I left the room and closed the door behind me. Anni came out five minutes after wearing the sweats and wife beater I’d given her. It was much bigger on her than I’d expected, revealing all of her sides and if she moved her arms a certain way you could see the side of her breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra, not that she needed one because her breasts were small and perky.

A lump formed in my throat as I watched her. I had to force myself to look away. She plopped down on the recliner, throwing her legs over the arm of the chair as Darry walked in with her sandwich. He handed it to her and smiled.

“Eat up, kid,” he said.

“Thank you,” she said, smiling back.

Soon the rain went away; Darry had gone to sleep an hour ago, having to get up for work in the morning. Pony had fallen asleep on the floor beside Johnny, Dally left with Two-Bit to a party that was close by, and Steve was sprawled out beside me completely knocked out. His mouth was partially opened which made me laugh a little.

Anni was still awake. She walked over to me, her arms folded over her chest.

“Want to come outside with me?” She asked, “I need to smoke.”

“Sure, come on,” I said, standing up carefully not to wake Steve or the others.

I closed the door behind us and she shivered. The rain had made the air incredibly cold, and she was hardly wearing anything. Her pale skin glowed in the darkness, and in the small, illuminating porch light, I noticed that her nipples were erected.

“Come on,” I said, leading her to Darry’s truck.

We climbed into the backseat. I reached to the front and grabbed the spare keys underneath the visors. I turned the truck on and let the heater kick in so we could warm up. Anni was digging through her bag, removing a lighter and a container out. I watched her open the container and take out a joint. Anni didn’t smoke cigarettes, couldn’t stand the taste, but she did smoke weed and I was pretty sure it was because it numbed her from everything. I watched her light her joint and hit it, a cloud of smoke releasing from her perfect, soft, pink lips. The smell of weed collecting in the car and I knew I was going to have to air it out before we went in. Darry had the nose of a hound.

She looked over at me and held out the joint, “want some?”

“No thanks, doll,” I smiled.

Shrugging her shoulders, she continued to smoke the joint. Her unwounded eye turned hazy and became a bit red. With each puff, she was getting higher and higher; this obviously not being the first time she smoked tonight. She slouched down in her seat, the shirt riding up a little bit. I guess I’d been staring too long because she faced me and raised her eyebrow.

“Why do you keep staring at me like that?” She questioned.

“Just takin’ in all of your wounds,” I whispered, half lying.

She let her eyes land on the bruises decorating her arm before dropping it and taking another hit of her joint.

“You know, I’m use to it but they still hurt like hell.”

“You shouldn’t be use to it,” I muttered, “I hate seein’ you like this, Anni.”

Anni put out her smoke, putting it back in her purse and folding her arms, “why?”

“Because I care about you. Every time I see you all bruised up like this, it pisses me off. I swear if I ever see your dad-”

“You’ll do nothing.”

Our eyes met; hers cold, and distant, mine shocked, and sad.

“If you do something it’ll only make it worse. I’ll just get beaten ten times worse than the last. He’ll do everything in his power to prove he’s got total control over me, and he’s right.”

I reached over and touched her shoulder. She flinched a bit but I didn’t pull away; her skin was cool to the touch, the heater barely keeping her warm. Anni sighed.

“It’s just how it is, Soda. Leave it be.”

“How can I do that?” I asked, “you don’t deserve it.”

“Because I’m not important, Soda!” She snapped, “if I left today, all of you would stop thinking about me! If I died tomorrow, you’d forget me as soon as you saw the next girl walk by! I’m replaceable! A nobody! Unloved!”

“You aren’t unloved!” I yelled back, “and maybe to your shitty dad you're replaceable, but to me you’re irreplaceable! You’re so fucked up in the head, you don’t even know what love is because they’ve got you all messed up.”

“So?! What do you want me to do about it!”

“Let me show you what it’s like to be loved, Anni.”

She started nibbling on her lip as I got closer to her. She didn’t move away from me though, as I leaned in closer and closer. The air between us almost felt thin, I could hardly breathe. I could see her chest moving up and down fast. Was she nervous? Scared? I couldn’t tell. My forehead pressed against hers.

“I’ll stop if you want,” I whispered, “I’d never do somethin’ to you that you aren’t comfortable with.”

It took her a moment to answer and when she was capable of doing so, it came out as more of a hushed whisper.

“I’m fine,” her voice croaked, “you can continue.”

She was definitely nervous. My words, along with my actions, had her flustered and confused.

Nodding my head, I pressed my lips against hers. Her lips were just as soft as I’d imagined them to be. When I pulled away, it was only for a second, going back into and kissing her deeply once again, this time more passionately. I softly pushed her back, keeping my lips on hers, and crawled between her legs. Her hands reached up and wrapped around my neck, her fingers tangling themselves into my hair. A soft groan left my lips as I felt her fingers tug gently.

I pulled away from her, a small amount of saliva pulling from our lips. Her eyes were hazy with lust and confusion.

“I’ve got you, doll,” I whispered, “I promise.”

She nodded her head. Leaning back down, I attached my lips to her neck and started leaving wet, open mouthed kisses along the nape. Softly sucking and nibbling on her flesh, I felt my cock harden at the sound of her breathy moans. A sound that I wanted to be familiar with forever. I bit down on her neck and she gasped, jolting forward, her chest pressing against mine. Her nipples were still hard. I swirled my tongue around the spot I bit down on before biting down on a different spot, repeating the process.

“Soda,” she whimpered.

It was the first time I’ve heard her sound so vulnerable.

“That’s a good girl,” I praised, returning my attention to her face.

The black eye didn’t bother me, neither did the blood in her eye. She was as beautiful as she always was.

I grabbed the rim of my shirt and pulled it off, revealing my tanned chest. Her eyes lingered a little lower, her teeth biting her bottom lip while she scanned over my body. I chuckled then reached for her shirt. She lifted her arms letting me pull the shirt over her head, revealing her exposed, bruised flesh. I groaned at the mere sight of her breasts. They were perfect; like beautiful clouds. I barely licked one of the hardened nipples and her back arched, eyes rolling to the back of her head. I captured her lips with mine once again, this time kissing her hungrily.

I pulled her off the seat and into my lap, breathing heavily as I started kissing down her neck again, tracing the purple hickeys I had left. My hands fumbled with my zipper first, my cock aching to be released from their restraints. Not bothering to lift her off of me, I lifted myself off the seat a bit and pulled my jeans down. Anni wrapped her arms around me, tugging my hair a bit as she kissed me hard. I grabbed the sweats she was wearing and dragged them down, my hands grazing her bare skin causing her to shiver. I loved watching her shiver after I touched her. It didn’t happen often with Anni, she hardly ever reacted to anyone touching her, so to see, to feel, her shake from my touch sent a rush of pride through me.

Anni lifted herself off of my lap as I pulled her sweats all the way off. She was completely naked in front of me now.

“God damnit, Anni,” I groaned, “so fucking beautiful.”

A soft laugh left her lips as she watched me pull my boxers down finally releasing my growing member. There was no need to wait any longer, no need for foreplay, no need for me to poke and prod to make sure she was okay. We were both ready as if we'd been waiting for years. I lined myself up with her and pushed her down onto me, groaning at the feeling of her tight walls gripping me. Anni buried her head into my shoulder and moaned softly at the feeling of me filling her up. Only a second passed before I started thrusting my hips back and forth, our skin slapping against each other’s. Small pants were leaving her mouth as she gripped my shoulders tightly, keeping herself upright despite being drilled into. Even though I wasn’t going too fast right now, the position allowed me to bury myself deep into her sweet little cunt.

“Holy fuck,” I moaned, “that’s it baby.”

My pace quickened as she started bouncing herself up and down; the truck started to rock a bit at the movement happening inside but we didn’t care. Anni’s moans became more erotic and lewd; she sounded almost angelic and I loved that I was the one making her feel this way. Her head fell back as she continued to ride my cock, meeting each thrust coming from me. I moved my left hand up to the back of her head and pulled her hair a little, just enough to get her to face me. I didn’t want to hurt her. She moaned at the feeling of me pulling her hair.

“Fuck, Anni, you sound so beautiful,” I groaned, pulling her closer by her hair so that our foreheads could meet, “such a beautiful girl for me, huh?”

She could only nod, her body shivering.

“Soda, I’m close,” she whimpered out.

“Let it go, baby,” I moaned, “I’ve got you.”

Those words with the quickening pace of our thrust sent Anni into euphoria. She screamed out, her legs violently shaking as she came all over my cock. I held her in place; one hand gripping her side while the other stayed tangled in her hair. I removed my hand from her back and smacked her perfectly, plump, sweaty ass. She yelped, rocking her hips into mine causing me to groan. Giving her ass a few more smacks, enough to pleasure her, I turned us over so that I was on top of her. My eyes danced across her sweaty body. I started pouring kisses onto her face and mumbling soft “I love you’s” as I continued to thrust into her faster.

“Soda,” she moaned, “I can’t.”

“Shh,” I whispered, holding back a string of curse words, feeling her walls tighten around me, “you can do it baby. Come on.”

I slammed into her repeatedly; removing my cock all the way at the tip and then slamming back into her. Her eyes rolled back as her hips arched. I could feel myself getting closer to my climax as I watched her, feeling her dripping cunt swallow me over and over again.

“Cum one more time for me,” I cooed, “I know you’ve got it in you.”

Anni couldn’t form any more words, all she could do was nod her head and let me coax her with my sweet words. Soon her body spasmed again and her legs shook harshly. Her screams rippled through the air, but I didn’t bother covering her mouth to hide them. I didn’t care if people heard and I didn’t care if that caused people to come over to see what was happening; all I wanted was to be focused on Anni.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum,” I croaked.

My thrust becoming sloppier, I watched her body go limp as pools of sweat collected on her chest. I thrusted into her three more times before spilling my cum into her fleshy, pink walls. Coating every inch.

“Fuck!” I yelled, “oh my God, fuck!”

I stopped moving, unable to ride out my high for too long. Anni was panting hard. I pulled myself out of her and brought her to my chest. Rubbing soft circles onto her bruised back as she gasped for air.

“I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.”

When Anni finally did catch her breath, she rested her head against my bare, sweaty chest. A tired smile appeared on my face as I watched her look up at me.

“My baby did so well,” I praised again.

We stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like a lifetime. Her glistening skin glowed in the moonlight, the cool air chapping her dry lips making her lick them repeatedly, her breast heaving up and down as she took in large amounts of air. Her black hair was not sweaty and clinging to her beautiful face. I reached my hand down and stroked the bruise on her cheek.

“I love you, Anni,” I whispered, “so fuckin’ much. You’ll never be replaceable to me. I only want you.”

Anni chuckled and closed her eyes, she was definitely sleepy.

“I’ll hold you to that, Soda. If you love me, maybe I can let myself love you too. It may take a while but I’ll do it for you.”

Grabbing the blanket that Darry normally kept inside his truck, I draped it over us and sighed. She buried her head into my chest and let her heavy eyes close. The sound of my heart lulling her to sleep.

“No matter how long it takes,” I said, “I’ll wait for you. I’ll help you love again because you deserve it. That and the world.”

The sudden realization of Darry coming out in the morning to see us asleep, naked in his car with the lingering smell of sex, hit me. A low chuckle escaped from my lips. I knew I was gonna hear it in the morning, but right now, I didn’t care. It felt like it was just Anni and I, all alone. That’s what I wanted.

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bestiesenpai · 3 years

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Dirty Little Secret - Toji Fushiguro

I love a good meanie :) this was inspired by a thrilling convo i had femme reader lads, everyone 18+ 12.3K words

content warnings are as followed: dubcon, blackmail, age gap, manipulation, noncon somnophilia, pseudo-incest, cheating, infantilization(?), mention of guns, drinking, choking, burning(w/ a cigarette? Idk how to explain), a lot of different pet names lol and Toji calls himself daddy

It all started with the messy, bitter divorce your parents went through, leaving your mother a struggling woman all on her own. You tried to help with bills, tried to tack on a few side gigs here and there and get a couple part time jobs but it just wasn’t enough.

Until she met Toji and all the worries you two had about money just suddenly melted away. He wasn’t outlandishly rich but somehow he made enough money that both you and your mother could quit all the jobs you’d had to take on.

Your mother was ecstatic, positively thrilled about the newfound freedom she has. She’s able to afford luxuries she’d never been able to before and there was no need to worry about pinching pennies and scrounging for every last meal. You could live comfortably, but there was something about Toji that rubbed you the wrong way.

There wasn’t one singular thing that drove you to disliking him, it was all just a culmination of things. His cocky attitude, the way he acted like he owned the whole house the first time he visited, how he seemed to be eyeing you up in a way far less acceptable for a man that was meeting his new step-daughter. As soon as his eyes landed on you, it was like your mother no longer existed.

They got married faster than you could blink, a rushed ceremony done at city hall with a few random witnesses watching her take the surname Fushiguro. Your mother was beyond happy, and while you were happy to see an easy smile on her face again, the knowledge that Toji would be living with you now hung like a dark cloud in the back of your head.

“Careful there doll, wouldn’t want you to break a nail.” Toji teased as he saw you pick up a moving box that was left in the living room. He was moving his and his sons belongings into the house and you’d been tasked with helping.

“Shut up.” Glaring at him, you grabbed the box in a huff and stormed up the stairs, stomping your way into the room that was your step-brothers, Megumis. You’d only met him once at a formal dinner and he seemed nice enough. Far different than his father but strikingly similar in appearance. He was away at university in another city, only visiting every other weekend if he felt like it.

Lingering in the empty room longer than you should, you tried to steer clear of Toji. The physical labour of moving boxes had made him sweaty, a nice sheen building up on his forehead and arms that highlighted the taut muscles underneath the skin and underneath the tight black t-shirt he was always wearing.

“Why don’t you go sit pretty on the couch, hm? A little girl like you shouldn’t be trying to lift such heavy things.” Catching you coming down the stairs, Toji was sporting his usual signature smirk whenever he saw you.

“There’s still a lot of stuff to bring in and I don’t want this to take all day.” Standing at the top of the stairs, you wavered. He wasn’t making any move to get out of your way or to come up the stairs and the two of you were stuck in a staring match.

“But you’re just so delicate, are you sure you can keep up?” Toji finally started moving up the stairs, a large box in his hand that looked to be no trouble for him.

“I’ll be fine!” You snapped at him, backing up and out of the way to let him pass you.

“You sure about that?” Stopping right in front of you, Toji held the box out of the way so he could lean close to your face, almost brushing his hair against your forehead.

“I’m sure!” Face erupting in a hot flush, you scramble away from him and down the stairs. You can hear the dark chuckle leaving his throat and the incident has your hands shaking as you go to the moving van.

Starkly avoiding eye contact with him for the rest of the day, you take the pizza your mother ordered for the family straight to your room and don’t come out for a good while. She knocks on your door not once throughout the night, too busy giggling stupidly in the living room with Toji.

“Good morning baby girl.” Toji croons when he sees you appear in the kitchen in the morning, a hot cup of coffee in his hands as he leans against the kitchen counter. Your ears burn at the nickname, but you ignore him and go straight to the refrigerator.

“Hey!” Shuffling back when he slams the fridge closed in your face, another shout is caught in your throat as he looms over you, large calloused hand keeping the door closed.

“You just gonna be rude and not say good morning to your new daddy?” The smell of coffee and cigarettes hangs on his breath, fanning over your face. He’s cornering you against the refrigerator, using his looming stature to force you against the door entirely.

“Go away.” You whisper, but you want to shout, push him away and stand up for yourself. But something in Toji’s stare and the way he carries himself has you withering.

“I don’t even get a good morning kiss?”

“Huh?” Your eyes go wide when he grabs your jaw, tilting your face up and holding it there so he can lean in and graze his lips against yours. Slapping your hands on his chest, you struggle to keep him at bay.

“Toji, have you seen my car keys?” Your mothers shout from the other room rips away the quiet, tense moment between you two. Toji takes a few smooth steps back, shuffling back into his place against the countertop right as she comes into the room.

“Yeah, right there.” Flicking his chin to the kitchen table, there lies her keys.

“Thanks.” Grabbing them, she takes a glance at you and then a double take, furrowing her brows and pointing vaguely at you. “Sweetie, what’s wrong? Why are you making that face?”

“I-” A tiny flicker of your eyes to Toji has your face burning all over again and any words are lost on you. “I feel a bit sick.” Ducking your head down, you rush out of the kitchen, the passing cry of ‘go lay back down then’ from your mother going ignored as you slam the door to your room and lock it.

Toji leaves sometime after your mother does and for a while you’re home alone. Finally able to eat in peace, there’s a few things you’ve been wanting to do ever since you met Toji, one of them being snooping through his things.

He was secretive with so many things, it was only right that you get a little intel on him. You barely knew what he did for work, the only thing he said he did was ‘freelancing’ and that was it.

Walking through the open bedroom door, you steered clear of the things you knew were your mothers. The old dresser she had and her section of the closet was still exactly the same as before Toji came into her life.

But now there was a new chest of drawers tucked away in the corner of the room, rich dark wood that contrasted with the light color palette of the rest of the room. There was also a safe tucked under the bed and one in the closet as well, you’d seen Toji bring those in himself.

Opening the top drawer, it was no shock to find folded piles of socks and underwear, a few black tank tops. The second had more shirts, the third was the baggy pants Toji mainly lived in and the fourth had more fitted bottoms.

But sticking out from between a few folded pairs of slacks was a thick file folder with your families last name on it. It was in pristine condition and once you opened it, you saw that so were the things inside it.

Detailed records of your bank history, notes that had everything about you on them; your favorite food, color, your typical daily schedule, who you hung out with and all their personal information, the places you frequented and all the jobs you’d held in your life.

“This fucking stalker.” Reading over notes clearly written in Toji’s handwriting, the contents of the folder made your stomach churn. Shoving it back between the pants, you stood up properly and turned to the closet.

The safe in here was buried under a stack of folded clothes waiting to be hung up. Toji’s side of the closet was relatively bare, with the only thing hanging up being the lonely suit he owned that he wore to get married in.

Punching in all the possible number combinations you could think of - all the phone numbers you knew by heart, your home address and every birthday - you came up empty. There was no way to open the safe in the closet, and you had to abandon it.

The safe beneath the bed was heavy, nearly breaking your back as you tried to drag it out into the open. It was a thin black metal box with a long rectangular shape and the same number pad as in the closet. Only this time, when you punched in the last four digits of your phone number, it opened with a click.

What you saw inside wasn’t what you were expecting. Sure, Toji was a mysterious guy with secretive habits and a job you knew nothing about. You had barely information on him, yet you still weren’t prepared to see all the guns he had stored inside the safe.

There were long shotguns, handguns, revolvers and plenty of ammo and holsters. Even with the slight wear and tear on some of the barrels, you could tell Toji took good care of them as nearly all of them were freshly polished.

“Just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Just as you reached out and skimmed a finger across one of the handguns laying innocently in the pile, Toji’s flat monotone voice sounded behind you.

Ripping your hand away, your head whipped over your shoulder to stare at him in terrified shock. He shouldn’t be home, you hadn’t heard him come in or the front door open and close. Frozen on the ground, you struggled to find the air to breathe.

“Such a nosy little thing.” Toji commented, his eyes drifting to the open closet door and the dresser drawer that you’d left ajar. “If you were curious about daddy, you could have just asked.”

“Why do you have these things?” What were you referring to? The guns? Records of your every move, down to how long your phone conversations were late at night?

“They’re for work.” Pushing away from the doorframe, Toji sauntered into the room, dragging his feet lazily.

“But-”

“That’s all you need to know.” He cut you off with a stern look, kicking closed the safe.

“Why...why do you have all those papers about me?” Came your next question. Looking up at Toji, you were suddenly aware of how you were presented to him. Sitting on your knees, hands balled up into fists in your lap, looking up at him with wide scared eyes - and he noticed it too.

“You’re my little girl, why shouldn’t I know everything?” Biting his lip as he looked down at you, Toji had to stop himself from grabbing your hair and shoving your face into his clothed cock. Instead he flexed his fingers, rolled his shoulders and used his foot to push the safe under the bed. Scrambling to your feet, you watched as the safe disappeared.

“What’s in the safe in the closet?” You were standing far too close to Toji for your liking, he was within less than an arm's reach of you and you could smell the dark woody aroma he liked to put on.

“Important shit. ‘Gumi’s birth certificate, passports, the usual.” Shrugging casually, Toji walked over to the dresser and kicked it closed as well. “Got some stuff for your mom and you in there too.”

Letting a lull fall into the conversation, you scurried from the bedroom when Toji went to close the closet door. You could hear him chuckle and mutter something under his breath upon discovering your absence, but he closed the bedroom door shortly after and you could hear him go down the stairs.

Hours later and your mother informed you she wouldn’t be home for dinner. Something about meeting up with friends for an unexpected late night outing and staying out past dark.

Left to your own devices, you tried to avoid being detected by Toji as you milled around in the kitchen and fed yourself.

“Sweetheart, that you?”

Keyword being tried.

Biting back a harsh sigh, you emerged from the relative darkness of the kitchen and into the living room where Toji was lounging on the couch with no shirt on, all his muscles and scars on full display.

“There’s my baby girl.” Toji broke into a smile.

“Yup, I’m here.” Rolling your eyes so you could force yourself to stop ogling his body, you turned halfway back to the kitchen.

“Woah woah come back!”

“What do you want?” Not keeping this sigh at bay, you quirked a brow at him.

“Ya know your mothers not here and I’m getting awfully lonely sitting in this house by myself. Why don’t you sit with me?”

“No thanks.”

“That’s too bad, sweetheart, ‘cause I wasn’t asking.” You can feel his hand wrapping around your upper arm before you even hear him getting up from the couch.

“L-let go!” Thrashing in his hold does no good, you’re thrown onto the couch like a doll in no time and Toji sinks in next to you, spreading his legs wide and throwing an arm over the back of the couch.

“Your mother wants us to spend more time together, get better acquainted and whatnot.” Grabbing the beer he had on the coffee table, Toji drinks until it’s empty and he crushes it in his hand. “And what better time than now?”

Huffing and puffing, you adjust yourself on the couch and try to focus on whatever Toji has playing on the TV screen. It’s some cheesy action movie made way before you were born, and while it makes you groan at the cliche plot points, Toji is having a grand old time.

“You want a beer?” Toji asks, picking up a can and cracking it open.

“No.” Shaking your head, the last thing you’d want is to possibly get drunk and lose your senses around him.

“Oh, oops.” Upon hearing your no, Toji not so subtly tipped the can over and let it fall into your lap, the beer inside spilling out onto your clothes.

“Toji! What the-” Leaping up and tossing the can onto the coffee table, you could feel the cold liquid seep into the fabric of your pants and underwear, even stretching to the back of your pants.

“That’s too bad, my mistake! Better go get changed.” Toji laughed, completely unashamed of what he’d done. Flipping him off, you stormed away. “Put your pajamas on, it’s getting late!”

“Fuck you!” Angrily walking to your room, you ripped off the wet clothes clinging to you. You were tempted to stay in your room the rest of the night, but there was no doubt that Toji would come up and drag you back down to the living room.

“Aw, don’t you look cute.” He teased when you came back down in an oversized shirt and sleeping shorts. He had procured a blanket from behind the couch and it lay on the arm.

“Ugh, it’s still wet.” Even though he’d grabbed a blanket, he hadn’t grabbed a towel to sop up the beer in the couch cushions.

“It’s okay, you can sit right here.” Grabbing your wrist, Toji yanked you onto his lap, wrapping an arm around your waist as you fell into him. Throwing the blanket over you, Toji forced you to lay against his bare chest.

“Let me go sit in the other chair.” There was a perfectly good arm chair a few feet from the couch you could sit on.

“Now how could we bond if you’re so far away?” He chuckled, hiking you back up as you tried to slide off him. Biting your tongue against any further useless arguments, you tried to get comfortable in Tojis lap.

“Be careful now, baby, all that squirming might get me excited.” Toji whispered in your ear, gripping the flesh of your waist tightly underneath his fingers. Chuckling again at how your body went completely stiff, he settled back into the couch and watched the movie.

Begrudgingly focusing on it as well, it was almost inevitable that you relaxed into laying on Toji, the smooth up and down of his chest expanding with every breath lulling you into a sense of comfort.

“This movie’s stupid.” You grumbled as a commercial hit. Your arms were crossed tightly, having gotten riled up at one particular scene for how predictable it was.

“S’not stupid, it’s a classic.” Toji replied.

“Still stupid.” Shaking your head slightly, you let out a soft yawn.

“Aw, is it getting close to your bedtime?”

“Shut up.” It wasn’t that it was particularly late, but sitting in the low light of the living room, under a cozy blanket with a warm body underneath you holding you tightly, it was more relaxing than you thought. Coupled with the quietness of the TV and the slow even breaths Toji took right by your ear, who wouldn’t get a little sleepy?

“Poor baby’s tired.” You could just feel the mocking pout on Toji’s lips. Shifting his hands and grabbing onto your thigh, he turned you to sit sideways in his lap, legs across him and your head securely tucked under his chin.

“Not tired.” Trying to reason with him was impossible, and you gave up once the movie came back on. With a secure arm wrapped around your back and his other hand resting snugly on your outer thigh, Toji had you right where he wanted you.

“Still awake?” Toji asked ten minutes later and he already knew the answer. Your breathing had gotten quiet and you’d fallen slack in his arms, and when he rubbed your back you let out a soft, sleepy hum and snuggled deeper into him.

Careful not to wake you, Toji dipped his hands to the hem of your shirt and tugged it up so he could get under it. Trailing his calloused fingertips up your back, he felt the bumps and ridges of your spinal cord as he went. Pushing under your arm, he got to where he wanted: the soft flesh of your breast.

Cupping it in his palm, Toji bit his lip to hold back a soft groan. He’d wanted to do this since the day he started dating your mother and learned about you. From the very first picture of you she’d shown him he was hooked and every subsequent move he made after was calculated to get right to this very moment.

A soft uptick in your breathing let him know that you could feel what he was doing, but you did nothing else as he pinched your nipple and rolled it between his fingers.

Pushing you to lay back a little, Toji crept his other hand up your thigh. Your legs were simple dead weight to him and with a few nudges he was able to get his hand down your shorts and cup your sex.

“Be a good girl and get nice and wet.” Mumbling to himself he pushed his middle finger through your folds, coming to your clit and grinning wildly. Rubbing it with practiced precision, Toji kept his ears trained on the sound of your breathing and he was prepared to keep going even if you woke up.

Pressing a few kisses to the top of your head, he cooed at the delicate sigh you let out. You were getting aroused, Tojis finger was starting to get slicked up and glide easier against you.

Pushing his index finger against your clit, he worked you up even further. The movie was forgotten on the television, all of Tojis focus going to you and the way your brows scrunched up at the feeling of someone else’s fingers against your cunt.

You weren’t wet enough for Toji to push a finger inside, but he was fine with waiting for another time. Just playing with your clit and pinching your nipple was enough for him for now.

Pressing his nose against the top of your head, Toji let out a shuddering breath when you came in your sleep. A few desperate whimpers fell from your lips, and your face screwed up a little, your body clenching as pleasure rolled through your sleeping form.

Taking his hand slowly out of your shirt, Toji laid it back on your thigh and tried to collect his own breathing. Getting you to cum in your sleep on his lap had riled him up more than he expected, the thrill of making you come undone without your knowledge going straight to his head.

It wasn’t long after that your mother came home, gasping at the sight of your sleeping body in Toji’s lap and delighted that you were finally getting more comfortable with him. Not wanting to wake you, she snapped a few pictures for posterity and had Toji carry you to your room.

“You want me to what?” Staring at your mother like she’d grown another head, you couldn’t hide the disdain at what she had just proposed of you in the late morning.

“I want you to spend the day with Toji! He’s going into town to do some shopping and I think it’d be a great way for you two to get closer.”

“I don’t want to get closer to him.” The memory of last night made your cheeks burn. You were far more embarrassed about falling asleep in his lap than you’d ever be willing to admit.

“C’mon (Y/N), I saw you two together on the couch last night! It was so cute, I want you to have more moments like that with him.” Your mother gave you a pout, one just begging to humor her request. The desire to say no was right on the tip of your tongue.

“Fine, I’ll go with him.”

“Yay!” Clapping her hands together lightly, your mother turned away and started to gather a few things to start her own day.

“Let’s be quick, okay?” Ten minutes later and you were sitting in the front seat of Toji’s vintage camaro.

“I think we should take it nice and slow today.” Toji replied, firing up the engine and drowning out your thoughts with the loud roar. It was hard to look at him, so you kept your gaze trained to the passing scenery outside.

“Did you sleep well last night, baby?” He asked as the car came to a stop at a light. Toji was staring right at you, a wide smirk on his face. Pressing your lips together, you refused to look back at him. You might have slept well, but waking up with slick coating your inner thighs ruined the entire experience, whether good or bad at all.

“Why do you care?”

“Ha! Why do I care?” His sharp laugh made you jolt, turning to glare at him as the car started moving again. “You must have slept well, you were knocked out on my lap.”

“Won’t happen again.” You grumbled, watching his hand fiddle with the radio and turn it to a random station.

“That’s what you think.” Giving your thigh a quick pat, Toji settled into his seat. Driving to the shopping district he had in mind, as soon as you stepped out of the car Toji was by your side with a hand on your back. “I’ve got some business to take care of first, let’s go.”

“Don’t touch me.” Shoving his hand away, it was right back where it was in seconds. A low wave of annoyance washed over you, but you started walking in the direction Toji was taking you. The annoyed feeling only grew as you passed people by on the street and women openly stared at him, not giving a care in the world about the gold band on his finger or the fact that you were next to him.

And he didn’t seem to care either. You could see the way he would look back at some of the women, sending them easy smiles or holding eye contact longer than normal. Walking into a jewelry shop, you were finally away from their prying eyes, but the hand Toji had on your back only got firmer.

“Want me to buy you a little something?” Toji whispered, leaning close to your ear.

“Like what?” You challenged, looking across the shop floor. There were countless expensive jewels just lying in wait behind thick glass cases.

“Whatever you want, baby girl. Just point and I’ll get it once I’m done.”

“Done with what?” Looking at him incredulously, you saw him nod to someone waiting against a back wall.

“Business.” Patting your back, Toji went to talk to them, slipping into a back room and leaving you alone on the shop floor. Trying not to stand out, you found an open chair and pulled out your phone, already bored.

“Finally.” You said upon seeing Toji appear in front of you after nearly thirty minutes.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, I was doing some negotiations.” Inspecting him further, you could see he was breathing a little heavier and there was just the slightest sheen of sweat above his brow.

“What, did you kill someone back there or something?”

“Almost.” He replied with a shrug. You’d meant it as a joke, but with the way Toji wasn’t smiling you couldn’t tell if he did too. Letting his eyes roam over the shop, he flicked his chin out. “Find something you like?”

“No.” Taking a step toward the door, you were tugged back by your sleeve.

“I bet you didn’t even look.” Toji chuckled, dragging you over to a case. “How about a little tennis bracelet, hm? We could add a little charm, how about a T?”

“I don’t want it, I won’t wear it.”

“Ah, sure you will.” Brushing you off, he waved over a sales associate. “Now, tell the nice worker what color you want, gold or silver.”

Walking out of the store with a pretty little bag in hand, you followed Toji to the next few stores he had to go into for ‘business’. Sometimes he was quick and you didn’t have to wait even a few minutes for someone to hand him a thick envelope that he tucked into the inner pocket of his jacket. Others, he’d slip into the backroom and you’d have to awkwardly wait around.

“Are we actually going to do some proper shopping today, or is this it?” You snapped after being dragged around for a good while. You hadn’t even wanted to come, but now you just felt like a kid being dragged around against their will.

“Relax baby, daddy’s done, he’ll pay attention to you now.” Toji teased, pinching your cheek and cooing at you.

“Whatever, lets go.” Swatting him away, you stormed off in a random direction, Toji’s laughter burning in your ears. It was your turn now to drag him from store to store, some you weren’t even interested in. Following you dutifully, Toji bought whatever you wanted regardless of price tag.

“Let’s go in here.” Toji stopped you right in front of a popular lingerie store. There were large adverts in the windows of scantily clad women dripping in lace and frilly garments, and there were a large number of people inside as well.

“You can’t be serious.” You blanched, watching in slight horror as he toed his way over to the front door.

“Cmon baby, you deserve something nice.” He said loud enough to have a few passersby giggle. Seeing your face turn from one of shock to embarrassment, Toji knew he had won. Following him into the store with your head down, you tried not to look at all the bras and panties displayed so prominently.

Taking a seat at one of the chairs near the front of the store, Toji kept his eye on you as you walked around. Seeing your fingers glide across silk and lace, pass mannequins in intricate pieces of lingerie, he couldn’t help but imagine you in some of them. He’d only gotten a taste of what you had to offer last night, and he already hungered for more.

“I think you’d look great in that.” He came up behind you as you looked at a bra and panty set, little red and white love hearts adorning lacy pink.

“Pervert.” Glaring over your shoulder, you tried to conceal that you’d grabbed a pair for yourself. “Go sit back down.”

“I get it, you wanna keep it a secret and surprise me.” Fishing out his wallet, Toji handed you the credit card he’d been using the whole day. “Take your time baby, I’m going to have a smoke.”

Making sure he left the store, you let out a sigh of relief at finally being alone in a place like this. It was bad enough he suggested it, but to have him watch you pick out underwear was downright mortifying.

Grabbing whatever you liked, you walked out with a sizable bag in your hand and a pretty long receipt. Toji was nowhere to be found outside the store, and as you scanned past the people milling about, he wasn’t on the street either.

You had his number, feasibly you could call or text him to find out where he was. But with a limitless credit card in your hand and newfound freedom, that was the last thing on your mind. He would find you eventually, say something snarky and tease you and then you’d be on your way to grab lunch.

“Excuse me, miss!” For a moment, you thought the gentle voice calling out to you as you walked down the street was Toji. But as you turn around and are confronted with a stranger, you’re reminded that Toji would never be so polite.

“Yes?” He was an average looking man, around Toji’s age.

“I couldn’t help but notice you walking around, you look so beautiful.” The man had a hopeful smile on his face, taking in your reaction to the sudden compliment.

“Oh, thank you.” Giving him a once over, you quickly spotted the silver wedding band on his finger.

“What’s your name? I’d love to take you out sometime.” Shuffling a tiny bit closer, the man was already pulling out his phone before he even finished the sentence.

“I’m s-”

“She’s not interested.” A heavy hand landed on your shoulder, yanking you back into a firm chest. There wasn’t a need to look up and see who it was, the distinct cologne wafting into your nose and the rough treatment was enough.

“Huh?” Bunching his brows together, the man looked confused between you and Toji.

“Huh?” Toji mocked, leaning towards him with a raised brow.

“I think she can speak for herself.”

“My baby doesn’t talk to insignificant flies like you.” Staring him down for a moment, Toji got him to turn tail and leave in a huff.

“I could have handled that myself.”

“Yeah, well I handled it better.” Turning you around, Toji smirks down his nose at you for a moment.

“What?” His look is unnerving, it makes your heart flutter a bit and that’s the last feeling you want to have for him.

“I deserve a reward, don’t you think?”

“A reward for what?” Scrunching up your nose, you recoil a little as Toji bends at the waist and presents his cheek to you.

“For coming to the rescue of a damsel in distress.” Tapping his cheek with one finger, he looks at you from the corner of his eye. “Don’t leave your daddy hanging, now.”

Looking him over, you weighed your options. It was only a kiss, an innocent little peck on the cheek. Where was the harm in that?

The harm came when, as you were leaning forward with your lips slightly pursed, Toji turned his head and kissed you square on the lips.

Jerking back in shock, you didn’t get far as Toji grabbed your chin to keep you in place. His lips were rough, dry and cracked and the scar on the edge of his mouth wasn’t helping in that regard.

Brushing his nose against yours, Toji didn’t keep the kiss going for long; even he had boundaries for being in public. Pulling away, he swiped your bottom lip with his thumb, grinning at your flushed face and slightly labored breathing.

“Daddy got you flustered?” He teased, taking the shopping bags out of your hand and holding them himself.

“No.” You reply a few seconds too late, your lip’s in a pout and your voice has a slight whine. Biting his lip, Toji scanned your face.

“God, the things you do to me.” Roughly grabbing your hand, he tugged you along down the street. “Let’s get some lunch, I’m fucking starved.”

“You’re back!” Your mother exclaimed upon your arrival, leaping up from the couch to hug both of you. She quickly hurried out of the way upon seeing all the bags Toji insisted on carrying in by himself, her jaw dropping in shock.

“Don’t gimme that look, babe, you know I had to spoil the little princess.” Toji laughed at her expression, dropping some of the bags into your hands and kissing your mother on the cheek.

“I-I’m just shocked...we never come back with that many bags when we go shopping.” Her voice was quiet as she looked between the two of you.

“You gettin’ jealous on me now?” Toji teased, poking her in the side and making her jump. “I was just following your orders, forming a closer bond with my new step-daughter.” Pointedly shielding the lingerie bag from her view, Toji passed it into your hands. “Maybe she’ll show you some of the outfits she bought, we even picked some out together.”

If by ‘together’ he meant he shoved a slew of tiny skirts and low cut tops into your hands in the dressing room and then bought them when you rejected all of them anyway, then yes, you could say you two picked some out together.

“Uh- yeah mom, I’ll show you some of the stuff later.” You nodded along, eager to escape the situation and hide in your room. Not waiting another moment after the words left your lips, you ran up the stairs and to your room.

Pouring out all the things Toji bought you, you couldn’t say you didn’t enjoy going out shopping with him. There was no limit to what you wanted, anything your eyes touched was yours in an instant.

“Knock knock.” Pushing open your door and swiftly closing it behind him, Toji held up the remaining bags. “You forgot some.”

“Thanks.” Reaching out to grab them, you didn’t get the chance as Toji set them down and stepped around you, grabbing the little bag from the first store you went to. Fishing out the velvet box, Toji opened it and dangled the dainty tennis bracelet from his finger.

“Put this on for me, will you? Wanna make sure it’s a good fit.” Dropping the bracelet into your hands, Toji chuckled when you struggled to get it on. “Need my help?”

“No I’m fine.” You said, pinching the clasp between your fingers desperately.

“Let daddy help you.” Grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer, Toji swatted your fingers away.

“Your fingers are too thick, how’re you ever-”

“Got it.” Releasing the bracelet, Toji watched triumphantly as it hung from your wrist. You barely mumbled a thanks before he was grabbing your wrist again, nearly pulling you chest to chest with him. “Now, what was that about my fingers?”

“N-nothing!” Slapping your free hand on his chest, your face burned terribly and only got worse as he laughed.

“No, no, go ahead and say it. My fingers are too thick, huh?” Grabbing your jaw, Toji slid his index and middle finger across your face until they came to rest on your lips. “Say ‘ah’.” Pressing your lips together firmly, you shook your head as best you could.

But Toji wasn’t one to take no for an answer and shoved past your lips, forcing your mouth open with his other hand and flattening your tongue. Clutching onto his wrist tightly, you looked up at him with watering eyes as his fingers slid too far back and choked you.

Growling at the sight of his fingers stuffed into your mouth, Toji dropped his other hand, grabbing your ass tightly in his hand and rocking your hips against him. Looming over you, Toji ripped his fingers from your mouth and slammed his lips onto you.

The kisses you shared before were nothing compared to this one. With a hand gripping the back of your head, Toji made sure not even a centimeter of space passed between you two. His lips molded to yours perfectly, mouths slotting together as he pushed his tongue in and claimed your mouth for himself.

Drool began to drip down the corners of your lips, sliding down your neck and chest and creating a glossy mess. It was getting harder to breathe the longer you went, your body quickly growing weak from lack of oxygen.

Gasping for air when Toji finally broke the kiss, your mind was spinning, barely able to focus on the fact that you were kissing your mothers husband and certainly not paying attention to the way Toji pushed you back onto your bed, body bouncing roughly on the mattress.

“God, I’ve been waiting for this moment.” Toji says with a sigh, climbing over your body and pressing his lips against the curve of your jaw. His hands pawed at your clothes, bunching up your shirt as he tried to get to your breasts.

“T-toji! Stop!” Letting out a scandalized gasp, your eyes flew to your bedroom door. Surely your mother would hear and come to save you.

“No need to be nervous, baby-” yanking down your bra, Toji palmed your breasts roughly, “daddy’ll make you feel good.” Sitting up just enough to yank your shirt and bra off, Toji held your arms down and stared lovingly at your chest, his cock twitching to life the longer he looked.

An argument had bubbled up from your chest, ready to spew out and knock some sense into Toji, but as he descended onto you, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and rolling it between his teeth, the words died just as quickly as they formed.

What was the use of telling Toji to stop when you knew he wouldn’t? There wasn’t a shred of doubt in your mind that if you yelled at him, told him it was wrong to cheat on your mother and fuck his step-daughter, he wouldn’t laugh straight in your face.

Fire back and ask why you think he cares about that? You’ve already seen the file he has on you and the lack of information he had on your mother. He’d already proven himself to be more than enamored with you and what kind of man would he be if he let something like ‘morality’ get in the way of what he wanted?

Moaning under your breath as Toji kissed and licked your chest, you had an argument with yourself brewing inside your head. You couldn’t deny that you enjoyed the attention he was currently giving you. He was confident in what he was doing, so sure of himself unlike some of the people you’d been with. The knowledge that came with being older was surely showing itself now.

Especially in the way he rolled his hips against yours, getting you to moan out a little louder this time, the sound coming from deep within your chest.

“Sound so pretty, baby.” Toji groaned, peeling himself away from you to shed himself of his clothes and to take the rest of yours with it. Letting out a low whistle at seeing you completely bare in front of him, Toji slapped his hands onto your thighs, peeling your legs apart to stare right at your cunt.

“Don’t look at me like that.” The pure animalistic look in his eyes had you throbbing, both with need and embarrassment. No one had looked at you like that before, unadulterated and hungry. Shyness crept in and you flung your hands down to cover yourself.

“No hiding, little one.” Smacking your hands away, Toji laughed at the pitiful, embarrassed whine you let out. “Aw, is someone getting shy? Can’t handle daddy looking at your messy cunt?”

“S’not messy.” You pouted, but it was true. A steady buildup of slick dripped out of you, coating everything between your legs and even dripping down between your asscheeks.

“You’re my messy little girl, aren’t you?” Ignoring your light protests, Toji laid himself down between your legs, making a show of putting your thighs on his shoulders and squishing his head with them. “I bet you taste as good as you look.”

With one last wink, Toji dove between your thighs, his tongue already out and ready to lap at your folds. The first touch of the tip of his tongue to your clit made you jump, hands flying down to grip his hair as your eyes went wide.

Flicking it a few times, Toji wrapped his lips around the bud, sucking hard as his fingers dug into your thighs firmly. You moaned just as loud as Toji did, the vibrations from his mouth travelling up to the ones leaving your chest.

Toji’s dream of being here with you, having you laid out on your back with his face buried in your cunt, had only gotten stronger as time went by. He nearly lost it in the lingerie store, seeing you walk so innocently around all the thongs and delicate lingerie. He had to leave to smoke a cigarette and cool down or else he would have dragged you into the dressing room in front of everyone.

Lapping at your entrance, Toji shoved his tongue in, his nose bumping your clit as he did. Massaging your walls, he drank in your essence, easily getting drunk off the taste and feeling of your thighs crushing his head. Painstakingly letting go of one of your thighs, he brought his thumb to your clit.

“Toji!” You gasped and your thighs got even tighter around him. Toji could barely breathe let alone think about anything but making you cum on his tongue and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Shoving his fingers between your legs, he slid them down to the hilt and felt your walls clamp down onto both them and his tongue. Your essence was everywhere now and he was sure the scent of your arousal would linger on his skin for days.

Putting his tongue on your clit again, Toji fucked his fingers into you. The obscene wet sound was music to his ears, a song he hoped to play over and over. Your moans had turned into babbles, your fingers carding through his hair as the pleasure washed over you.

“F-fuck-” Barely able to get the word out, you came on Toji’s fingers, whimpering loudly as he sucked your clit harder. You were sure you had crushed him for good now with how hard your thighs tensed up around him, but Toji seemed more than okay when they finally relaxed and fell to the wayside.

“What a good fucking girl.” Toji was breathless and lightheaded himself but he wouldn’t miss the opportunity to tease you, slap your quivering thighs with both hands and drink up your release. Your feeble hands were too weak to push him away, just a slight nudge on his forehead that he easily ignored.

Forcing air into your lungs, you got a moment's reprieve when Toji finally pulled himself away from your cunt. Your arms wound around his broad shoulders, pulling him into a half hug as your legs were hoisted up around his waist.

“You gonna let daddy take what’s his?” Toji whispered in your ear, blindly grabbing his cock and tapping tip against your clit.

“Yes!” You sobbed, nodding your head desperately. Glancing down between your bodies, you could see just how thick Toji’s cock was; his fingers surely did not compare.

Pushing the tip of his cock in, you could immediately feel the difference from his fingers. The stretch that his cock gave was unimaginable and you nearly broke into tears as he bottomed out.

“Hurts- s’too big-” Unwinding one arm, you pushed on Toji’s chest.

“Sshh, sshh, you’re fine.” He cooed, intertwining your fingers and pushing your hand onto the mattress.

“Toji…” Whining under your breath, you blinked away the mist of tears at your lashes and looked at him. “Daddy, please.”

The soft ghost of a smile on Toji’s face fell after hearing you call him daddy. His whole face fell, in fact, eyes going wide and pupils blowing out. The hand that was holding yours tightened, smashing yours into the mattress as his other flew to your thigh.

“Oh, you’ve done it now.” Toji could hardly get the words out before he was pistoning his hips, thrusting his cock into you at an alarming rate. He had intended on taking it a bit slow, savoring the moment more as he finally got to fuck you.

But that plan was gone and in its place was the plan to fuck you into the mattress, turn your brain and body into mush as he made you cum over and over again.

“Daddy! Slow down!” You wailed and in the back of your head you wondered if your mother could hear you, if she was outside the door just waiting to burst in on the two of you.

“Not a fucking chance.” Toji responded, voice muffled against the side of your neck. His tongue lashed out, hot and heavy against your pulse. Leaving bite marks along your skin, Toji growled into you, grinding his hips and getting a shiver down his back.

Already sensitive from your first orgasm, the second one came with no warning. Scratching your nails down Toji’s back, your feet dug into his back as your cunt clamped down on him. Any remaining sense you had, any thoughts about your mother or being caught were gone now, the only thing filling your head now was the drag of Toji’s thick cock against your walls and the way his balls slapped against your ass.

The sound of Toji fucking into you seemed to echo off the walls, mixing with the choked moans you let out and creating music to Toji’s ears. Every drag of his cock along your oversensitive walls, every thrust forward bringing another gush of your sticky release to coat his skin - all of it was heaven for him.

“Honey, have you seen Toji?” Your mother’s sudden call wafted down the hall as she came up the stairs, the familiar thud of her footsteps getting closer.

“Uh-” Your voice caught in your throat, fighting through the jumbled mess that was your mind to come up with a good answer.

“Better say something quick, I didn’t lock the door.” Toji smirked against your skin, forcing his hips to all but stop and grind painfully slowly against you, his skin just lightly catching your clit.

“I-I don’t know where he is.” Your tongue felt like lead, sitting stupidly in your mouth and barely forming the right words.

“Okay…” There was a pause as she trailed off and you could hear her right outside your door, feet shuffling a little as she thought of what to do next.

The sound of her footsteps trailed off and both you and Toji let out a gruff exhale.

“Finally.” He mumbled, pulling his hips back.

“Honey one more question, what do you want for dinner?”

“Pizza!” You screeched right as Toji snapped his hips forward. Burrowing your face into Tojis hair, you tried to stifle the squeals leaving your lips.

“Alright, I’ll see what I can do.” Waiting until her footsteps completely rescinded, Toji sat up on his elbow and smirked at you.

“Guess we’re having pizza for dinner.”

“Shut up.” Pushing his face back into your neck you avoided his teasing gaze. Chuckling to himself, Toji nipped at your skin.

“Now, where were we?”

Crawling out your room nearly an hour later with sweat on your brows and unstable legs, you tried to conceal the cum dripping down your inner thighs. Toji refused to let you clean up, sliding a pair of shorts onto your legs and telling you it would be a waste to get rid of the gift he gave you.

Sitting down at the table without him, you were thankful to be the only one there. No one could see the way you were trembling and squirming with every squishy gush of cum that seeped out of you.

“Hi honey.” Joining you a few minutes later, none the wiser to what had happened upstairs, was your mother. Greeting you with a soft smile, she was about to open her mouth to speak again when the front door opened.

“There you are!” She beamed at seeing Toji walk through the front door. Your brow furrowed at seeing him come through the door instead of walking down the stairs. He’d made a comment about climbing out of your window and acting like nothing happened, but you didn’t think he was serious.

“Yeah, went on a walk.” He shrugged, stepping into the house and holding the door open. “And look who I found on the way!” With a fake beaming smile, Toji waved his hand behind him as Megumi walked through the door looking as unimpressed as the day you met him.

“Megumi, you’re home!” Clapping excitedly, your mother shot up from her seat and to him, giving him a quick hug and taking the bag slung over his shoulder.

“Mhmm. Nice to see you again.” Polite as ever, Megumi smiled briefly at your mother.

“Go sit down at the table, we’re just about to have dinner!”

“Okay.” Nodding slowly, Megumi set his eyes on you, raking over your form as he took a seat across from you. The silence between you two was thick and you could tell there was something hanging on the tip of Megumi’s tongue.

“Hi.” You whispered, briefly making eye contact with him before looking at the wood grains on the table.

“Hi.” Sighing out the word, Megumi kept his eyes on your face, observing the way you bit your lip nervously and kept your thighs tightly clenched together. When his eyes dropped down to see the tennis bracelet on your wrist, you thought smoke would pour out of his ears.

“Getting acquainted with your new step sister?” Sauntering into the space, Toji roughly ruffled your hair, laughing at the way you swatted him away before doing the same to Megumi.

“You could say that.” The younger man replied, his eyes slightly narrowed looking between the two of you. Loudly pulling out the chair next to you, Toji sat down and slid his hand onto your thigh under the table.

“Alright, everyone, time to eat!” Ever the hostess, your mother appears without fail with the pizza you’d said you wanted for dinner.

As you ate, you could tell Megumi knew something was up between you and Toji. He always seemed to make eye contact with you whenever Toji’s hand strayed too high up your thigh and his thumb grazed your soaked slit. He was far too keen, sending you questioning looks whenever you would clear your throat to cover up a soft moan.

Left to clear the table with him, you couldn’t make eye contact with Megumi at all. The silence between you two was overbearing, made even more so when you went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

“So, (Y/N)...my dad is fucking you, isn’t he?” Megumi’s abrupt question made the plate you had in your hands fall back into the sink with a loud clatter.

“W-what?” Staring down at the soapy water covering your hands, you could feel Megumi’s eyes burning a hole into your head.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you two at the table. And I saw him climbing out of your bedroom window.” Taking a clean dish out of your hand, Megumi peers his head into your personal space, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

“And what if he is?” The lump in your throat was bigger than you expected, choking you as you tried to speak. This was it, now that Megumi knew he would tell your mother and life as you knew it would be over for you.

“Don’t cry.” He said softly, wiping off a tear on your cheek you didn’t even know was there. “My dad’s sick, taking advantage of you like this.”

“What?” Hiccuping softly, you rush to wipe the other tears off.

“I knew ever since he started dating your mom that he was into you, I’m sorry I didn’t try and stop him.” Megumi sighed heavily, shaking his head as if to chastise himself. “I’ll have a talk with him and-”

“N-no, don’t.” Sniffling the last of your tears away, you force your voice to be steady. “I can handle it.”

“(Y/N), he’s not a good man, he won’t listen to you if you just tell him to stop.”

“I know, I just-”

“Then let me help you!” Clearly growing agitated, Megumi’s voice rose and his palm slapped against the counter, making you jump. There was silence, then the shuffling of footsteps with Toji appearing in the kitchen entryway with a furrowed brow.

“What’s going on here?” Looking between the two of you, his gaze settled on Megumi. “You, speak.”

“I know what you’re doing.” Megumi glared at him. Refusing to back down, he remained locked in a stare with Toji as the man approached.

“Yeah? And what that might be?” Coming nearly face to face with each other, you noticed how close in height they were to each other, with Toji only a few inches taller.

“You’re taking advantage of (Y/N).”

“Ha, and who said that?” Flicking his eyes to you, Toji chuckled. “Cause I know it wasn’t her.”

“You’re disgusting, you know that? You’re married to her mother for God’s sake!”

“Whoop-de-fucking-doo, you’re so observant.” Spinning his finger in the air, Toji pushed Megumi’s shoulder. “What do you plan on doing about it?” Quirking a brow, Toji didn’t wait even two seconds for a response. “I know you’re just upset I got to her first, kid. Now all you’ve got is your little hand at night.”

“That’s not true!”

“Even if it’s not, keep your fucking hands off what’s mine.” Hooking an arm around your shoulder, Toji pressed a kiss to your temple. “If I catch you so much as jerking it when she’s around, I’m kicking your ass.”

“Fuck you.” Megumi spat, his fists clenched at seeing Toji touch you so casually. It boiled his blood to see his dad treating you like this; there wasn’t a doubt in Megumi’s mind that you weren’t suffering with him around.

“Sorry, not into boys.” Letting you go, Toji slinked away to the fridge and grabbed a can of beer. Leaving without another word, as he turned the corner Megumi slammed his hand down against the counter.

“That fucking bastard.” He snarled, hanging his head low and trying to calm his shaking breath. Slowly releasing the tension in his body, Megumi stood up straight and ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry, I need to take a walk.”

“Okay.” You whispered back, probably going unheard as he stormed out the back door. Leaving the rest of the dishes in the sink, you left the room as well, going up to your room and staying there for the rest of the night.

It’s deathly quiet in the house the following day. Any instance where Megumi and Toji are in the same room, the tension rises dramatically. Refusing to even acknowledge the others presence, Toji has already whisked your mother away for an impromptu date night at five pm, promising to stay out late with a biting tone directed at Megumi.

“Finally that dirtbag left.” Huffing as soon as the door is closed, Megumi slumped onto the couch. “I can’t stand him, I don’t get what your mother sees in him.”

“I have no idea.” You mumble, feigning disinterest and scrolling on your phone. In truth, whenever you had a moment alone during the day, Toji had come up to you and touched you, teasing you by cupping your ass or kissing you. All you wanted to do was go upstairs and relieve the burn between your legs, but no good excuse to leave Megumi alone came to mind.

“Some of my uni buddies sent me home with a gift, if you’re interested.”

“What is it?” Sending him a curious look, you watched him hop up from the couch.

“You’ll see.”

The gift in question was an unopened bottle of liquor one step up from the bottom shelf. It didn’t smell good when he opened the bottle and even mixed with some juice from the fridge, the burn as it went down your throat was horrid.

“Are you sure this can be called a gift?” You blanched, face scrunching up tightly in displeasure.

“When you’re on a budget like we are, yeah.”

“I thought Toji sent you money?” Swirling the liquid in your cup, you watched Megumi take a bitter sip.

“Why would I ever use his money?” Sure, Toji made sure Megumi’s bank account never hit below five digits, but that didn’t mean he wanted it or even asked for it. Leaving well enough alone, you turned on a random movie and kept drinking, keeping all mentions of Toji at bay.

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to get properly drunk, words slurring together and dumb drunk giggles shared between you. It was easier to get to know Megumi this way, his likes and dislikes and general personality; the harsh scowl on his lips was gone, replaced with a lopsided smile.

“I gotta take a leak.” Stumbling up from the couch, Megumi strolled out of the room, keeping his hand on the wall to steady himself. Flipping through your phone in his absence, a sudden text caught your attention.

(Toji): daddy’s bored baby, send me a little something

(Y/N): like what?

(Toji): I’d love to see you in that new lingerie

Giggling coyly as if he’d spoken the words directly to you, you kept a tight grip on your phone as you made your way to your room. Megumi and the movie on the TV didn’t even cross your mind as you closed your door and went straight to your dresser drawer.

It was a bit of a hassle getting your clothes off and then the new ones on, your vision was swimming and every few seconds you stopped to giggle at yourself and your lack of ability. Bumbling through sliding the lacy panties up your legs, you flopped onto bed and opened the camera.

Emboldened by the alcohol, you took several pictures of yourself for Toji. Nearly all of them were at least slightly blurry, some brazen shots of your cunt through the panties while others were tasteful shots of your breasts.

Sending them off with a few heart emojis and a little ‘sorry, I’m drunk’ tacked on, you clutched your phone to your chest as you waited for his reply.

“(Y/N), you in here?” Megumi threw open your bedroom door with no warning or second thought, his eyes bulging out of his skull seeing you spread out on your bed in lingerie.

“Gumi, get out!” Throwing your hands over your body, you let your phone fall to the floor. Stuck in a drunken stupor, Megumi didn’t leave the room, but he did look down at the text Toji sent you.

“Why is my dad texting you that he’s fucking rock hard?” Curling his lip in disgust as he read the message aloud, he scrolled up to see the previous messages, his mouth falling open at seeing your pictures.

“Megumi!” Snatching your phone angrily from him, you gave him a hard shove. “Leave!”

“(Y/N), don’t let him do this to you!” Megumi barely moved from the push.

“Just leave!”

“No! I won’t let him ruin your life!” Grabbing onto your shoulders, Megumi swayed slightly. “I know it can be exciting to get attention like this but- but don’t do it with him.”

“You don’t know anything.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you refuse to meet Megumi’s eyes. He’s silent for a beat, weighing whatever options are inside his head.

“I do know some things.” Licking his lips nervously, Megumi tilts his head and catches your eye. “I do know anyone is better for you than that nasty fuck. Even I’m better than him.”

“Yeah?” For some reason, you crack a smile for him. There’s something about how adamant Megumi hates his father that makes you laugh a little.

“Let me show you.” His voice drops and Megumi shuffles closer to you, the fabric of his t-shirt grazing your nipples through the thin fabric of the bra. The action, along with the way Megumi looks at you, has the heat between your legs picking up again.

You’re grabbing his collar and kissing him before you can take a full breath in, lips drunkenly smashing against each other as you stumble back onto your bed. Megumi’s hands go up and down your sides, grabbing and squeezing your flesh between his fingers.

Kissing down your neck, Megumi’s hand slides under your panties and he doesn’t speak on the fact you’re already wet enough that he can slide two fingers into your cunt with ease. Even if the fact does catch his mind it’s gone just as quickly as he grinds the heel of his hand on your clit.

Sloppily rutting into your thigh, Megumi lets out a pleased sigh when you tug his sweatpants down and free his cock. Jerking him off as you kiss, he swats your hand away when he finally gets fully situated overtop of you.

“Fuck.” You both groan as he slides in, your panties hooked to the side because both of you were too frantic to properly take them off. Megumi kisses you as he thrusts into you, noses bumping painfully together as you chase your high.

Even with Megumi looking exactly like him, you still find yourself wishing it was Toji above you. They sound nearly identical as well, Megumi’s groans a dead ringer for his fathers. Keeping your eyes squinted, you force the image of Toji to be the one in front of you and combined with Megumi messily rubbing your clit, you’re able to cum with a soft moan the same time as Megumi.

“Shit, I came inside.” When the glow of his orgasm finally subsided, Megumi pulled out of you with a hiss and slid your underwear back into place.

“It’s okay, I’m on the pill.” A decision you were happy about, remembering Toji had cum inside you as well. Sitting with you a few minutes longer, catching his breath and lightly petting your hair, Megumi comes to a slow stand.

“I’m going to take a shower, try to get some sleep.” Pulling your blanket over you, the two of you share a smile before he leaves. Your phone lays forgotten on the floor, all the ensuing text messages from Toji ignored as you fall asleep.

It’s not that he’s upset. No no, Toji could never be upset with you. He was more disappointed than anything. Coming home in the dead of night to an empty bottle of vodka on the floor and his son passed out drunk in his bed, and then coming to your room to see you still in the lingerie you’d sent pictures of with cum that wasn’t his smeared along your panties.

No, Toji wasn’t upset. But the way he ripped the blanket off your body could lead you to think otherwise. Staring at you, passed out and utterly helpless beneath him, the desire to ruin you had him rolling his shoulders. He was getting excited at the prospect of hurting you, teaching you a lesson in not sharing what was his.

Climbing on top of you, Toji spread your legs apart, a sick grin pushing his cheeks up. It wasn’t everyday he got to use his own sons cum as lube, and it surely wouldn’t happen again. But as Toji slid his cock into you and the squelch of it sounded around his cock, he couldn’t help but let out a deep, low laugh.

Lighting a cigarette over you, Toji goes slow in fucking your sleeping body. He doesn’t need to worry about your mother possibly wondering where he was; he had drugged her on the way back home. Megumi wouldn’t wake up even if you screamed, liquor was always a good nightcap for him.

Maybe Toji was a bit upset, because the longer he stared at you, the more irritated he became. He knew he would have to take care of Megumi later, smack the kid around a few times and send him on a train back to university. But with you, your punishment needed to be special.

“Wakey wakey, sweetheart.” He sang to himself, nearly dropping the cigarette dangling between his lips as he shifted forward and wrapped both hands around your neck. Slowly increasing the pressure, Toji’s eyes flew open in delight when you choked and sputtered to life.

“Toji?!” Your voice was practically none existent, there was hardly any air left in your lungs for you to make a sound. Your fingers clawed at Toji, struggling to be let go in your still drunken haze.

“Thought you could go and be a slut, did ya?” Leaning over you, Toji begins to pound into you. Although there’s a slightly softer give because you’re still wet, your cunt still burns painfully from the treatment and Toji refuses to be even the slightest bit gentle.

He lets go of your neck when your hands fall slack, clamping one hand on your waist as the other ashes his cigarette over your stomach, watching as it settles onto your skin.

“Le-let me go.” You force the words out between hard gulps of air.

“Why, so you can fuck my son again?” He cocks his head to the side and takes a long drag, blowing the smoke right in your face.

“How do you-”

“Cameras, baby. I put cameras all over the house and there’s a couple in your room right now.” Toji revels in your surprised expression and even more so in the pained one you give him when he takes another drag and puts the lit cigarette against your skin. You scream exactly how he wanted you to and he does it again and again.

“Toji! Toji stop, please-” You sob, trying to swat away the cigarette butt getting your hands pinned to the mattress instead. Looking down at your thighs, there’s several blooming burns taking shape, marring your skin and leaving bloody welts.

“Only if you stop being a slut.” Finally done with his cigarette, Toji flicks it onto your bed to be dealt with later. Planting both hands by your head, Toji sneers down at you. “Tell me, are you ever going to fuck someone else again?”

“N-no.” Tears cloud your vision and you shakily put your arms around Toji’s shoulders as he fucks you even harder.

“No what?”

“No daddy!” Fully wailing, you bury your face into Toji’s neck when he leans down close enough. “No no no no.” Your quivering little cries are all Toji needs to cum, slamming his hips against yours one last time before stilling completely. He breathes deeply as his seed mixes with Megumi’s, too much for your cunt to handle as it spills out when he pulls out.

“That’s what I thought.” Toji isn’t gentle when he removes himself from you. He’s even less so in removing your lingerie, ripping it to shreds with his bare hands and touting that it was ruined now. He leaves you alone for a few minutes, returning in only his boxers with a new shirt in his hands that he forces onto you.

Sitting at the head of your bed, Toji pulls you into his lap. His shirt does a good job of covering the burn marks littering your upper thighs, something you want to forget about sooner rather than later.

“I’m telling my mom.” The words fall slowly from your mouth, taking all your courage to say. Toji snorts, lighting another cigarette and blowing the smoke into the air.

“Life’ll get a lot worse for you if you become a little tattle-tale.” He says it calmly, meeting your eye when you pull away to look up at him. “Who do you think stopped all those debt collectors? Payed off this shitty house and filled not only your mom's bank account but also your fridge.”

“I-”

“Who’s gonna take care of her if I leave? You two certainly weren’t cutting it without me.” He’s right and you know it. The truth of the matter was that you couldn’t survive without Toji’s money and if your mother left him, the two of you would have an even harder time finding work.

The truth made tears burn your lashes and fall down your cheeks, hiccuping cries left your lips that were only slightly muffled by Toji pulling your head into his chest. Putting out his cigarette, he ran a hand down your back and cooed.

“Oh pretty baby, don’t cry. Daddy won’t do it again, he promises. So long as you promise to keep that little mouth shut and let him do whatever he wants. We got a deal?” Toji half nods your head for you, pressing a big kiss to your forehead.

“Daddy, m’tired.” Sniffling loudly, you force the tears to stop falling, biting your lip to stem the flow.

“Let’s go to sleep then.” Shuffling you under the covers, Toji follows suit. He smells strongly of cigarettes, the scent overtaking you as his head hits your pillow. Pulling you against his body, Toji grips your ass tightly. “Goodnight doll.”

“Goodnight.” Biting back another wave of tears, you push your head into Tojis chest and will yourself to go to sleep.

Being awoken with your step fathers hands around your neck had been scary and was imprinted on your mind for the rest of your life. But waking up in the morning with your legs over his shoulders and his face buried in your cunt was surely a memory that would stick with you as well.

“There she is.” Toji grinned, his chin glistening as he looked up at you. “Took you long enough.” Shoving his tongue deep into you, Toji stifled any opportunity for a response. Your heels dug into his back, hand shooting out to grip his messy bedhead. With how sensitive you were already, he must have been between your legs for a while.

Sucking on your clit, Toji groaned as you gripped his hair painfully hard, your back arching high off the bed as you came. Your body thrashed around, hands trying to pull Toji closer while also pushing him away. Pulling his mouth away, Toji rubbed his fingers against your clit in the absence of his tongue.

“Good morning, princess.” Laughing when you smacked his hands away, Toji sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, making a show of licking off all of your slick that coated his face.

“G-good morning.” Breathless from the ordeal, you dumbly kissed Toji back when he knelt down and captured your lips. You could taste yourself so strongly on his tongue and smell yourself on his skin.

Breaking the kiss, Toji helped you dress for the day. He didn’t make any mention or acknowledge the marks on your legs, only giving them a flitting glance as you pulled on some pants.

Walking down the stairs together, to your horror Megumi was already in the kitchen when you walked in. He glared angrily at Toji, giving the man a wide berth as he moved about the space. Slinking to the farthest wall, he sent you a pitying look and took a sip of the coffee in his mug.

“Good morning!” Your mother announced her presence with a loud yawn, barreling into the kitchen with terrible bedhead and a stumble to her walk.

“Good morning mom.” You couldn’t look her in the eyes, keeping your head bowed as you returned her greeting.

“Morning honey.” Toji smirked, kissing your mother right on the mouth and keeping her there for a few seconds.

“Get a room.” Megumi mumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes at the two.

“Toji, what’s that taste in your mouth?” Smacking her lips together as she pulled away from the kiss, your mother furrowed her brows. “Is that a new gum or something?” Making direct eye contact with you, Toji snorts and pulls her into a hug.

“Yeah, something like that.”

#tw: pseudoincest #tw: cheating #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

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buckyhoney-library · 3 years

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volume control, b.b

A/N: Hope all is well, please give me feedback about what you think about this one, I had a lot of fun writing this one!

Request: Hi, I'm not sure if your taking requests right now. But if you are, could you do a Bucky x reader smut where the reader loses her voice so Bucky tries to see how loud she can get in bed without her voice? Thank you. You're an amazing writer.

Warnings: language, 18+, overstimulation, oral (fem rec), fingering, praise kink, unprotected sex (no glove, no love)

Word Count: 2.8k

Your POV

The warm ginger flavored tea cooled the burning sensation of my throat. It seemed to be the only thing that I had tried that had calmed the feeling. Laryngitis had made an appearance this week, completely wrecking the use of my voice. Every time I tried to speak; I sound like a boy going through puberty.

The last couple of days had the worst in terms of soreness- luckily that part is over. All that seems to be left of the illness is the voice cracks and inability to talk about a whisper. It has become more annoying than anything.

Every time respond to Bucky, you could see the amount of self-control it was taking not to laugh or make a joke about the croaking.

Dressed in only black spandex and a t-shirt, I pulled myself off the couch with my empty mug in hand. The couch seemed to be my home for the past week. I had called out of work for the week. Knowing that trying to talk to clients while sounding like a pubescent boy wouldn’t be very professional.

Calling out of work had proven to be more beneficial in more ways than one. It allowed more time to be able to spend more time with my moody boyfriend and catching up on shows that I had been putting off.

Bucky called off his avengers’ duties this week and took care of me while I wrestled with the illness. Trading in his weapons for running to the store to grab more boxes of tea, throat lozenges, and a variety of ramen.

“How many of those have you been though?” Bucky questions walking past me pouring the hot water in my mug.

I pulled out a fresh box, ripping the cardboard lid open. It really did seem like we tried everything to relieve the pain. Spoons of honey, throat lozenges, saltwater, nothing helped other than tea. This means I have been drinking it like a madwoman.

“This is the second box since last night,” My voice cracking at the end. We’re making slight progress, the voice cracks getting further apart. I gesture to the bottle of honey; he grabs it from the counter handing it to me, shaking his head.

“You should probably slow down, you’re not gonna have enough for later.”

“That’s why I have you to get me more,” This time he doesn’t hold back on the laughs when he hears the faint cracks and strain. I turn back around in protest of his action, pretending to be upset at him.

In reality, it was hard to stay irritated with him when he laughs. The pureness of the sound and the smile that would take up his whole face never failed to make me smile.

He comes up from behind me, wrapping his arm around my torso. With his body pressing against mine, the coolness of the metal against my arms sent shivers down my spine. The hair on his chin tickling my shoulder, watching me as I finish pouring the honey.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be laughing, you’re not feeling good” He mumbles, his lips nipping at the base of my neck. Moving my neck to the side, granting him more access to it.

Bucky peppering kisses along my neck and shoulder. This action causing me to giggle and buck my hips against his and gripping the edge for the counter for support. A small breathy groan leaves his mouth when my hips made contact with his.

“I’m feeling fine now,” I manage to whisper without the croaking sound. He twists my waist, forcing my body to turn and face his. I look up at his blue eyes, they were darker than normal. His facial hair grown out a bit making him look softer and cuddlier.

“You sound better,” Bucky taunted, his voice had gotten lower and his eyes looking down at the gap between our bodies.

“Does it?” As soon as I thought my voice wasn’t going to crack, the words fall out cracked and broken. Ruining the seriousness of my tone.

Bucky rolls his lips in holding back a laugh.

“So good, baby,” Bucky slides his hands underneath the bottom of my shirt.

A breathy whine escaping my lips, feeling his cool hand along the sides of my hips. His eyebrows rose at the sound,

“You sound so sexy,” His tone lowered and his eyes piercing mine. I pressed my body to him, wrapping my bare arms around his neck. His lips connecting with mine and his arms pulling me tighter, trying to eliminate any and all space between us.

I can feel his bulge forming against my pelvis- all because of a moan.

Sinking into each other, our lips matching in rhythm and pace. A raspy yelp leaving my lips as I feel a harsh smack against my right ass cheek. Completely forgetting the only thing separating it was thin spandex- Bucky’s favorite article of clothing. He says it is one of his favorite things that we have created.

He liked the way it made my ass jiggle and moved with whenever I took a step. He especially went crazy when they’re rid up when I’d grab something from the top shelf in the kitchen, exposing the bottoms of my ass. He never failed to smack it, sometimes leaving his handprint through the fabric.

Bucky’s flesh hand grabbing a fist full of ass and jiggling it himself. His release of the flesh causing me to whine again.

The bulge that was currently trapped in his basketball shorts, started to throb. If only I could take it in my mouth and relieve all the pent-up pressure.

Bucky’s lips moved away from mine but kissing alongside my jawline and down my throat. His hands now gripping my hips preparing me to jump back onto the kitchen island. I jumped, allowing him to guide me onto the cold granite.

With his lips disconnecting from the side of my neck, his eyes peering into mine. It’s as if I could read his mind, knowing exactly what he wants. All I do is nod,

“I want to hear you moan, baby,” His hands teasing the waistband of the spandex. Dipping his fingers inside, but not going far. The feeling making my cunt moisten.

Bucky’s true talent was his ability to tease. He was never in a rush, always took his time making sure that I was dripping before even daring to pull his dick out. It was like he got off on that the sight of the arousal dripping down the sides of my cunt.

“I want to see if you can still get loud,” My breath hitches, and my core tightening. My chest rises and falls heavier at the thought.

As vocal as I am in bed, Bucky never put to the test how loud I could go. He was always satisfied with how vocal I ended being. What he loved, even more, was seeing me struggle to keep quiet. Teasing my clit with his fingers till I couldn’t help but moan.

Bucky’s fingers starting in slow circles, watching me twitch and shudder. He’d dip his fingers inside gathering all the juices and using it to add pleasure. He’d moan at the sight of how visibly hard it was for me to stay silent. Some nights, he’d give me a towel or blanket to bite down on. Other nights, he’d want to see me struggle and wouldn’t give me anything to help.

The moment I would make even the tiniest of whimpers, the pleasure would be ripped from me and I would be left not being able to cum till I could prove I could do it.

Those nights he was ruthless. Edging me till I was in tears.

Every time he’d pull away, making it almost painful to stay quiet the next time.

I spread my legs giving him access to the place that was about to cause me a great deal of regret. His fingers slide inside the waistband of the shorts, bucking my hips at the contact. His fingers quickly being removed before they touched my clit.

“You fucking tease,” My voice was barely audible, his lips curl into a devilish smirk. Without any sort of permission, I removed my shirt. My breast dropped and Bucky’s eyes flickered to my bare chest, lighting up instantly. My nipples already hardening at exposure to the cold air.

Within seconds, Bucky taking one in his mouth and his hand squeezing and kneading the other harshly. Eagerly tugging on my nipple with his teeth and soothing it with his tongue. I whimpered with every tug. I could see the smile on his face when I looked down.

I wrapped my arms loosely around his head, keeping him focused on my breast. The only movement being when he’d move off the other giving attention to it. The nipping and tugging making my cunt completely soaked. I could feel it soaking through the spandex. The harsh treatment towards my breasts making the ache between my legs so strong, I thought Bucky could feel it.

Bucky took his time giving each breast a moment to be assaulted, leaving them both sore. I silently prayed that my cunt was next.

Bucky pulled away from my breasts, removing his shirt. The sight of his abdomen and dog tags, causing my pussy to throb a little harder. He places lips on my collarbone, slowly laying back on the counter and shoving the opened mail and assignment files on the floor.

The combination of the cold granite and his hand made my back arch. He placed small kisses down my stomach till he got to my naval- that’s when he started to drag his tongue down till he got to the band of my spandex. I hold my breath as he removes my shorts, finally exposing my slick cunt.

I pushed my hips into the counter motioning the need for something to relieve the throbbing.

“So pretty, baby…” Bucky murmurs sliding his middle finger down the sopping wet folds, teasing my entrance. His finger only sliding into the first knuckle, he still standing while he does so. A scratchy moan getting past my lips.

“Yes, baby, I want to hear you.” Without warning he inserts two fingers and curling them, hitting the spongey tissue. My walls start contracting.

My throat tensing as I unexpectedly whine at the feeling.

“Good girl, I know you can get louder.” Bucky eyes not leaving mine, I am now propped on my elbows and grinding my hips into his fingers. He adds his metal thumb to my clit, rubbing the bud at an agonizingly slow pace. Bucky removed his fingers from my cunt, bringing them to my lips.

I open my lips enough for his fingers to enter. I sucked the clean, tasting myself. The saliva from my mouth being used as lubrication before he slid them back inside. The circles around my clit become faster. Our eyes met and his pace quickened. My jaw-dropping from the pure pleasure of his fingers. His mouth dropping with mine and his eyes darkened as he watched my body start to jerk.

A string of curses left my mouth and my vocal cords struggling to get any sound out.

“You’re doing so good” I laid back down, feeling my limbs fall weak to the feeling of my orgasm approaching. The soreness of my throat getting tighter, but not caring.

Bucky crouched down coming eye to eye with my cunt, still fingering fucking my entrance. His thumb left my clit, but it was replaced with his lips. His tongue swirling around the bud. His facial hair scratching the sides of my legs adding more sensation down there. His fingers haven’t stopped, if anything they had gotten faster.

My eyes rolling back, not being able to properly keep them open. I groaned and gasped at the fast-approaching orgasm. There was no denying that this would wreck my voice even more than it was before, but the feeling of his tongue and fingers making the future pain bearable.

“Fuck!” I went into pure ecstasy. I jerked my hips towards his mouth, my lower half becoming incredibly sensitive. Bucky doesn’t even seem to notice my body twitching. I gripped the kitchen towel beside me,

“Bucky, I-“ I was interrupted by his fingers curling again hurling me over the edge. My throat tensing again, it felt like it was bleeding inside.

Bucky continues to attack my cunt with his tongue. His fingers leave my hole and join his other hand holding my hips down. I didn’t know how much more of the pleasure I could take.

“Such a good girl, you taste so good.” His voice muffled against my throbbing pussy as he licks the rest of the arousal up. I manage to prop myself up again, our eyes meeting again.

His mouth glistening from my juices. His eyes don’t break eye contact, staring at me as a string of spit drips onto my clit. I watched in awe of him, he licks it up flicking my cunt one last time. My body has cooled down from the brutal assault.

“You’re doing so well, princess.” He brought himself up, I see the wet spot against his briefs. He was soaked through with precum. The tip was red and swollen, looking like it was going to burst with only a few strokes.

“But I know you can do better,” I sit up completely and watch as he frees his dick. It’s glistening with his liquid, reach to take hold of it in my hand. Bucky stops my hand from doing so, guiding it around his neck. Bucky gives his cock a few strokes, before sliding it up and down my folds.

His cock twitching against them.

The harsh usage of my voice was starting to affect my ability to even get any sound out at all.

Bucky pushes slowly into me and in return, I clawed at his back. Our bodies have no room in between us anymore, my forehead pressed against his shoulder. His pace quickening. His cock stretching my walls and filling my cunt. The size of him never fails to amaze me.

With all I might, I managed to croak out a shocking volume:

“Faster, please Bucky,” He whined at the sound of my raspy plead.

His thrusts turning into pure pounding at this point. His arms tightly wrapped around my torso. With the support around my back, my head falls back at the feeling of his cock ramming into me.

“You’re doing so good taking my dick,” He peppers kisses around my throat and collarbone.

My nails digging into his skin.

My moans are loud, and the pain of my throat was masked by the intense pleasure building in my stomach. I couldn’t even think with his cock inside me. My orgasm building as his pace becomes inconsistent. He was close as well.

I was surprised he lasted this long considering how he went in, already wanting to cum. All that was coming out of my mouth were a mix of curses and moans. His eyes lighting up with every sound that fell from my lips.

“I don’t how much more I can take,” My voice was in shreds, it was painful trying to speak at this point, but I couldn’t conceal them anymore. Not with his current speed and power.

“Cum all over this dick,” With his approval, my walls start pulsating and my forehead falls back against his shoulder. I watched his dick disappear inside me while I cried in pleasure, my legs quivering at the intense pleasure.

Tears welling as the pain in my throat was becoming too much. Bucky powered through my orgasm, before his cock twitching inside me. His load bursting inside me. Bucky holds us in the same position while we are recovering from our highs. My pussy is milking every last drop of him, whimpering one last time as he pulls out.

My breathing still heavy and the piercing pain in the back of my mouth becoming more prominent. I lay back against the counter, catching my breath.

“You got so loud, baby, I’m so proud of you,” Bucky coos while grabbing the kitchen towel that I was previously using as a grip.

He glides the fabric against my cunt, whipping away his cum that was leaking out of me. I twitch with the contact with my clit. He takes my hands and pulls me back up to meet his eyes. I try to speak but wince at the pain shooting through my throat like daggers. His face instantly filling with worry.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have- “He begins to panic, but I grab his wrists,

“It’s okay,” The only volume I could speak in being below a whisper. I hop off the table picking up my discarded clothes, sliding them back on. I bend down, picking up his briefs, and hand them to him.

“It was worth it,” I chuckle. He takes the briefs from me and looks at the abandoned mug.

“I’ll just have to get you more,”

#Bucky Barnes #Sebastian Stan #bucky barnes smut #sebastian stan smut #bucky barnes imagine

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konigsfaerie · 3 years

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Sapphire Throne

Summary: While in the throne room, Loki finds a way to relieve his new queen's stress.

(sub!loki x dom!fem!reader)

cw: contains bdsm and femdom)

The Mortal Queen is what they called you, even though you were mortal no longer. You spent your childhood and formidable years on Earth, and when you met Loki and were taken to Asgard, your newfound people either loved or hated you. But the people that loved you adored you, would die for you, and the people that hated you really hated you, some going as far to commit treason to get you off of the throne. Some had views like Odin. Views such as mortals are of no consequence, only made to worship the gods of old and die at an early age. It infuriated them that someone from Earth could hold such power not only physically, but at court.

Nevertheless, Loki fell in love with you during your time on Earth and made you Asgard’s queen, and you stepped into the role with such love in your heart for your people, whether they detested you or not. As you sat on the throne, your love next to you, deciding whether to go into enemy territory, you placed a hand on your chin and contemplated for a moment, water running through your veins. “I hate to put our people at war again…. Our soldiers through more battles,” you said, your eyes falling to the floor and then back up to your council members. “But I fear if we don’t, Asgard might fall. We can’t risk our people like this.”

Most of the council members had the utmost respect for your rule, although one or two silently protested your status. “Is it decided, My Queen?”

You gave a look to Loki, and he nodded in return. “It is, Vastros. We will invade their territory within the next nightfall. We go to war this winter,” you proclaimed, slamming down your large staff, the color of lavender. The look on your face was no look of pride, of hope. It was the look of a woman knowing she would send her people to die, even though you were sure we’d win the war.

The entire castle shook with your proclamation, and Loki’s matching staff hummed in response. For many decisions, Loki let you take the lead, as he knew you needed to solidify your title as queen. It didn’t matter much, because on many, if not all issues, you eventually came to the same decision.

As the council members left in unison, both of you stayed at your thrones. You gave a deep sigh, a hand flying to your forehead.

You personally got to know almost all of the soldiers before you were first crowned. At first it was an act of simply wanting to gain trust among the people, but soon they became some of the most trusted friends you had. You were already a trained fighter, but the way of the Asgardians were much different, and your magic was extremely new to you. While you could wield the power of the elements, they taught you power of the supreme weapons they held. This was why it was so painful to declare war. You knew that many of the people you came to love so much would die on a nondescript, frozen-over battlefield, no one to send them off to Valhalla.

“I know you’re stressed, my darling,” Loki breathed, “but you did make the right decision.” His deep green eyes found your chocolate brown ones, full of love and sympathy. “I suppose I never warned you of how much it could hurt… making decisions for a whole nation of people.”

You shook your head. “No… I suppose I didn’t know how many enemies we had. How much they wanted to get their hands on our vaults.”

His face fell to the floor, knowing he couldn’t exactly say something to make all the hurt go away. He knew how much you loved the Asgardian people, your newfound people. And knowing some of them might die… He quickly fell back into his head, as he was quite likely to do. But you knew him completely. You knew his thoughts, his doubts. His thoughts of thinking he wasn’t good enough to rule Asgard, not good enough to rule beside his Mortal Queen, not good enough to love his queen and receive love in turn. You wouldn’t let him fall back into those doubts.

“There is one thing you could do to relieve my stress, pet,” you quipped, giving him a small smirk. While you would maintain your composure at almost all times, the love in your eyes couldn’t be mistaken.

His back straightened on his throne, his eyes slowly finding yours. “Anything,” he said, not much more than a breathless whisper at the sound of one of his favorite nicknames you gave him.

“Get on your knees.”

Loki was wearing his Asgardian leathers, and you also fell into traditional Asgardian fashions, a small blue cape adorning your shoulders to honor your favorite element, with small green accents to honor Loki, only going down to your mid-back. Beyond that, you had a white jumpsuit on and white boots, streaked with even more green.

Before you could blink, Loki was at your feet, his knees on the ground and his back perfectly arched like the good boy he was. “M-My queen.”

Many people would probably guess he was a brat, and you a brat tamer, of which you both could absolutely be, but the gods-honest truth was that he loved serving you in all ways. It got him off. It made his cock twitch. And seeing him on his knees for you made you wet. Something about his willingly submissive nature towards you and only you made you want to make him beg.

“Oh, sweet boy,” you teased with a chuckle, “you’re so ready for me.” Even with all the doom and gloom, you knew that throughout the meeting when he looked at you, he was imagining just this. You placed a boot on his shoulder, contemplating just what you had in store for him. “What shall I do with you?”

The guards were still at the doors, which undoubtedly made Loki more excited, knowing his personal guards knew how much he served his queen.

“Leave us,” you commanded.

As they gave a curt nod and exited with a bow, the doors closed with a loud thud and you gave another smirk. “I know you like it when they watch, my little prince,” you mused, gazing into those wanting eyes.

In turn, he gave a small whimper and bowed his head.

“Unclasp my cape,” you ordered.

His hands scrambled onto your body, feeling on you until he reached your cape, unhooking the small golden buttons with his fingers. “P-Please let me touch you. Please.”

A small, almost nonexistent golden zipper ran down your white jumpsuit, and as you unzipped yourself, you pushed him back onto his kneeling stance. “Touch me?” you teased, his mouth falling open as he realized you didn’t have anything underneath your clothes. Your body lay more than halfway exposed, his eyes going directly to your breasts.

“Touch… these?” You grabbed your tits, pushing them together and twisting your nipples in-between your two fingers. You gave a little moan, spreading your legs so he could see how you glistened.

He knew to stay put. To stay absolutely still until you said otherwise, because he was such a good boy for you. Because he had seen how you enjoyed punishing him so much the last time he dared to touch you without permission, spanking him and not letting him cum for days at a time until he begged for release. The ways in which you punish him each time he disobeys got more creative.

“Now, who’s my good boy?”

“Me! I-I am! I promise, just please let me-”

You grabbed his wrist, pushing his face into yours, letting his lips fall onto yours. As the two of you kissed, you grabbed his throat and pushed him towards your body, making his hands grab your thighs. “Touch me,” you breathed.

He went to work on your body, squeezing your thick thighs, going up to your equally thick torso, cupping your breasts. You could feel his breath hitching. As your tongue flipped over his, you used your powers to slip off his pants, revealing the feminine underwear he had on that you commanded he always wear.

“Up.”

At once, he jumped up and let you survey his body, a small pout on his lips from the ghost of touch he felt. You felt it too, but you’d never reveal that. In times like these, you’d never let him know just how much you needed his fingers against your body.

“Take your shirt off.”

He quickly stripped down, all but his underwear, as you hadn’t ordered him to do so. And he knew how much you liked looking at his cock straining the thin fabric, of his ass popping out of the cheeky, lacy underwear. Loki bit his lip, waiting for you to instruct him further. Needing you to tell him what to do, even yearning for it.

“Such a good little prince,” you observed, putting one finger on the lacy underthings and pulling them down, his rather heavy cock immediately popping out and standing to attention. “And an excited one, hm?”

You finally arose from your throne of crystal sapphire, walking behind and fetching a black collar. “Is this what you want?”

He suddenly was unable to speak, only nodding without abandon, knowing the collar was a special treat you only gave to him when he was extra obedient. You let out a chuckle, placing it around his neck until you heard a click. With any other collar, he might be able to unlock it, but not this one. You had specifically trained with the most experienced of magical designers and created this yourself. Only could you unlock it, and that’s why it excited him so much.

You sat back down upon your sapphire throne, abandoning your jumpsuit and spreading your legs, placing them on Loki’s back, pushing him to your pussy. “Make your mommy feel good.”

His tongue immediately got to work, spreading over your glistening folds and lapping at your clit. As soon as he started moaning, you knew you were done for. The vibrations were already sending you over the edge, and as you groaned, you grabbed a handful of his black curly hair quite roughly, which only made matters worse for him.

He scooted even closer to you, slowly pushing a finger into you. As his fingers pumped into you, you gripped one arm on your chair, the other holding his hair tightly. Not only was he pumping into you, adding another finger, but he curled them, knowing exactly where your g-spot was. “My love-” you moaned, “Fuck!”

His tongue worked away from your clit, obviously wanting to taste you for longer. He stroked your pussy with his tongue, up and down, up and down, which caused you to wriggle around in his mouth. You could hear nothing but moans from him, his tongue diving deep in your hole.

Unable to stand it any longer, you gave him an order. “My clit, now. Make me cum.” You could only hold your composure for so much longer.

You could feel the disobedience thrumming off of him, wanting his tongue inside you for as long as he could. His tongue entered your hole again and in response, you dug your boots into his back and he let out a small cry of pleasure. “Now!”

He immediately realized his mistake, his place, and his tongue started making circles around your clit slowly. “Ah, fuck, Loki!” you gasped. “Make your queen cum, make your mommy cu-” Your body pulsed with pleasure, digging your boots into him even more. As you tried to escape your orgasm, his hands found your thighs and his tongue kept your pleasure in place, making you dizzy as your orgasm reached its height and your hips bucked against his soft lips.

As you came down, your hand wrapped around Loki’s beautiful curls once again, snapping his head up to look at you. You surveyed his beautiful face, his chin dripping with your juices. His tongue licked his lips, and you pressed your mouth to him, your tongue circling his, tasting yourself.

Your hand moved down to his waist, moving him to your lap and pressing him against your chest. “Sweetie?” you grabbed his face, looking into his eyes and putting on the sweetest smile you could muster. “I’m not done with you yet.”

His eyes widened slightly, his cock pressing against you as he made little movements, needing to feel your touch. “Mommy,” he begged. “Please. I’ll do anything, just please touch me.”

Your firm hand gripped his cock tightly. “Like this? Is this what my sweet boy wants?”

He started nodding, his mouth opening slightly as his eyes dug into yours. “B-But I…”

“Use your words, pet.”

“I want to be inside you!” The words almost came out like one, and you gripped the edge of his collar, getting up from the throne and dragging him just beyond the throne room, upstairs to both of your chambers.

As you dragged him above, you glanced at his blushed face, loving the fact that you had total control of him, body and soul. He was yours, and there was no denying that. In that moment and all moments forward, he’d do anything you told him to do.

You both entered your rooms, clad in black and white marble, huge statues of jade and sapphire separating the bedchambers, living spaces, and kitchen. With a stroke of your hand, the candles and fires lit at once, illuminating his face as you pushed him against the stone wall and started teasing the head of his cock.

With a touch of your finger, the collar fell to the floor and before he could start pouting, you pressed your hand against his throat. He gave a smile completely fueled by pleasure, his form slacking against the wall as your hand moved to stroke him. “Tell me what you want again.”

“I want….. I want…. Inside of you,” he whimpered, writhing against your hand.

“And should I let you cum tonight?”

“Yes! Please!” His blush went deep red, his eyes snaking over your form, landing at your drenched pussy, moving his eyes just for a moment at your hardened nipples.

“Please what?” Your face was one of hardened stone, minutes away from bending him over and punishing him until he cried if he didn’t call you by your proper name in the next five seconds.

“Please my queen! Fuck me!”

You gripped his throat even harder, moving him over to the bed lined with silk sheets and white covers. You threw him onto it, flipping him over to appreciate his ass. You gripped it hard, giving it a little spank. You simply couldn’t help yourself, and you made a mental side note to fuck it later until he was whimpering under your weight.

You flipped him over once more, straddling his perfect thighs and placing his hands on your tits. “Squeeze my nipples, my little prince.”

Of course he did as he was told and his hands sent shocks through your body. You moved his knee up, slowly grinding your clit against it. You bit your lip, letting out a little moan as he continued to palm your breasts. “I love you, sweet boy. I love you so much.”

“I love you more tha-'' before he could get the words completely out, you softly pressed your lips to his, nothing like the desperate kiss only minutes before. This time, it was tender, it was soft, but it also contained all the words you wanted to say.

I love you.

I’d do anything for you.

I’d kill for you.

I’d die for you.

As you pulled away, you gripped his hard cock and slowly lowered yourself onto him, promoting a loud moan from his lips. “Does this feel good, baby?”

His head tilted back, grabbing your thighs tightly enough to leave marks. You’d let him. If anyone was to see, it would only be further proof you owned each other. And the bruises around his neck would be proof you especially owned him. He could conceal them with magic, but he wouldn’t. During council meetings and social gatherings, he’d press against them so he could feel what you did to him the previous night.

Before he could get his answer out, you slowly started riding him, almost teasing him. In response, he fingers teased your nipples, twisting and rubbing them slowly. You reached his full length, and realized you probably weren’t going to keep your calmness for much longer.

You leaned your body completely against his, wrapping your arms around him and riding him with abandon. “You’re a fucking goddess- you’re - you’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” he breathlessly remarked.

His length completely filled you up, and as always, was stretching you out. Sometimes you thought you couldn’t handle it, but eventually you regained your control and pressed your hands around him, enveloping him to completion. You bounced back and forth on his dick, crying out in unison with him, already on the brink. You were pulsing against his thickness, but you didn’t want to cum just yet, if only to tell him not to.

“Goddess, can I?” At this point, his words were just sounds and you didn’t know if you could reply without moaning your words out.

“Can you what?” you let out.

“Can I cum? Please?” The last word was just a plea, and you knew he’d do anything just to cum, to release inside of you and have you dripping with his cum.

“Yes, that’s what you want. You want me to cum against your cock and make me leak with your cum. Tell me that’s what you want,” you growled.

“Yes! That’s what I want!” he started, thrusting with you as if he couldn’t handle it anymore. “I want you fill you up, I want my cum all over your thighs, I want-”

“Cum for me!”

At those words, you both cried out as you slammed his shoulders onto the bed, bouncing up and down and taking both your orgasm and his.

The orgasm you had previously was nothing compared to this. You were all filled up, cumming against his cock without abandon. You could feel him shooting inside of you, you could see his hands ripping at the bedsheets as he moaned in pleasure, which only built the orgasm, stars exploding in your eyes.

You both were breathless, panting against each other's bodies. For a minute, you couldn’t move, the pleasure finally ebbing from your body, but then Loki was flipped on top of you, stroking his dark curls and kissing his forehead.

You could feel how tired he was, how tired you made him, and you commanded the collar back to your hand, locking it against his throat. “Thank you,” he said, biting his lip and looking into your eyes.

“I love you, my sweet boy.”

“I love you more than words could possibly say.”

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oogaboogasphincter · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 14

💜my kinktober masterlist

pairing: pero tovar x f!reader

prompt: temperature play🖤bath/shower🖤swallowing (prompt list by @the-purity-pen)

rating: E (explicit) 18+ only!

word count: 2.2k+

warnings: clothed f+naked m, food/eating mention, handjob, swearing, a teensy talk of angst/yearning (?), violence mention, allusions to sex, medieval housewife realness, it’s implied that reader is short, reader is neither afab nor amab but uses she/her pronouns

author’s note: i tried my best to make the objects i mention appropriate for the time period that Tovar is supposedly from, but for fantasy’s sake let’s just pretend they are even if they aren’t 😇 also i'm SO so sorry if my spanish is not good, i teetered on omitting it but figured it’s kinda central to the character. also i'm finishing these kinktober prompts if it’s the last thing i do ksjfksj

gif by @hunterschafer

“I can take care of myself, mi amor. Rest for a while.”

Pero’s long-awaited return to your shared home from a mission that you didn’t really want him going on in the first place has arrived. He’s hungry, dirty, tired and drained from your absence. He’s desperate to tend to his bodily needs as soon as possible so that the time he has to spend away from you - extra painful now that you’re within arms’ reach - is minimal. But you’re fighting him, “I know you can, but I want to.”

You’d been preparing for him ever since a neighboring villager spotted his cavalry’s horses climb over the mountaintop early this morning. A hearty stew with his favorite meats is simmering over a fire just outside the door; the tempting aroma has drifted its way into your main room, where the two of you stand now, and you can hear the effect it’s having on Pero through grumbles and moans of his stomach. In the bedroom: soft, lightweight layers await him in the dresser; blankets you’d knitted and sewn over the lonesome weeks have accumulated on the bed, calling for the two of you to envelope yourselves; and new sheets whose only scent is your own and the river’s clean waters beg to mingle with his musk.

You voiced that you want to clean him yourself. His muscles have worked hard to spare him from carnage, you want to start his relaxation sooner rather than later. Pero grunted at this, shaking his head, unable to meet your eyes out of fear he wouldn’t be able to contain his desires, irregardless of sweat and stench. You will win this argument, though, as there’s a final surprise waiting for him that he’s unaware of.

“Come with me,” you reach out your hand, palm up. After a few seconds hesitant of staring, Pero gives up and slides his greasy fingers between yours.

A few feet away from the stew, you’ve stuck four posts into the ground and tied the old set of sheets to them, creating a 360 degree partition from the outside world. With Pero’s eyebrow arched in anticipation, you untie one corner to allow yourselves into the concealed square.

Sitting inside is a steel bathtub - you had sat in the wooden ones at the market and promptly decided against their splintery nature - filled with water. You also had purchased soap that traveled all the way from Spain, forgoing cheaper kinds, as a nod to Pero’s homeland. A group of (stolen, sorry to the socialite who is building a new house in town) bricks lay on the ground next to one of the sides of the basin with a blanket folded atop them. This is for you to kneel on so you can reach every inch of Pero’s body while being able to keep the distance between your mouths short if he feels the urge to wrap his tongue around yours.

Your Spaniard is at first taken aback by this setup; he has no issue wading in the river a mile away. Before he can argue with you further, you tie the sheet back up and meet his eyes, “We could’ve just made a trip to the bathhouse but I figured we would like the... privacy of this more.”

You’ve disarmed your stubborn mercenary with this display of affection, care, romance. He lifts the first layer off his shoulders and over his head, “Dime qué hacer.”

A pile of oily iron and brown fabric that should be cream has been abandoned at the foot of the tub and a naked Pero stands before you. Unable to control your line of vision - your large height difference not aiding you - your eyes immediately find his manhood. Lords, have you missed it. You’ve missed all of him, from his scratched collarbone to his bruised ankles, but this one unscathed appendage has you swooning. Your lover catches you and gives you a wink, paired with a knowing smirk, before lifting his muscular leg over the edge of the tub. You snap yourself out of your trance and rationalize you’ll lavish his cock with extra special affections later; the rest of his body needs you now. Reflexively, he jerks his leg back from the surface of the water, “¡Mierda! Cariño, it’s cold.”

You roll your eyes. The man who spends nights in the harshest weather, fearlessly faces lethal enemies and gallantly protects his fellow men is bothered by water slightly colder than lukewarm. You pull a rag out from behind you, “That’s what all my touching is for, pendejo, to keep you warm.”

He sighs, lowers his clenched fists from his chest and reluctantly submerges himself.

With your sleeves rolled up, you start with his head and work your way down. Pero stays quiet in the beginning, his eyes closed and breathing even. As you massage his scalp clean, your murmur encouragement to him to stay relaxed, which he does to your relief. Long, mangled beard and hair trimmings fall to the earth as he leans over the edge. After carefully cleaning his face, and ridding his scar of some nasty buildup, your prince is revealed. You sit back and admire him for a moment in his dazed, sleep-deprived state. His eyes slip open and upon seeing you staring, he smiles for the first time in months.

“Hello, handsome,” you address him and his smile deepens. You hope his eyes crinkle because he’s flattered, but you know he’s in disbelief over your awe. You desperately wish he could see in himself what you see in him: the most strong, heartfelt, brave and clever specimen you’ve ever met. He’ll see it one day.

He lifts a wet hand up to your cheek, rubbing his thumb back and forth against your apple, taut from your mirrored smile. Like magnets, your mouths drift to each other and intertwine, eager moans exchanged between your throats. Finally. After all this time alone, over the weeks both of you trying to imagine that the hands fondling yourselves were the other’s, you’re reunited. It’s all blissful hypnosis until Pero’s tongue hits yours.

“Blegh!” you smack and pull back. Laughter tumbles out of Pero as you snatch a smaller, clean cloth and hold his jaw steady. His breath reeks and he knows it. Your cleaning of his teeth isn’t enough; you escape for a moment and return with a cup of stew, intent on shoveling some into him. It may not be clean, but it smells better than the dying breath of whatever the hell he ate while away.

Time eludes you as you continue to care for your partner. He’s gulped down a few more servings of stew while you’ve scrubbed the rest of his body. Pero tells you snippets of his travels with every new injury you come across, demanding an explanation, which he offers up compassionately and bluntly.

The deep yet small divot in his shoulder blade came from the arrow of a quiet enemy.

A shallow slice runs along the side of his rib cage, a result of a knife fight in which the challenger was a “big yet unskilled ogre”.

He acquired a gash in his upper thigh on the way back to your village. A vengeful bandit wanted to give him something to remember their encounter by.

You’ll kiss every one of his injuries as he recovers in your soft bed tonight, as you always do. But for now, at long last, he is clean and full. The slightest bit of his energy has been restored from lying lax for hours at this point, but he still needs a solid good night’s rest before he can fully partake in any lustful activities.

Despite his body’s wishes, his cock stands against his stomach under the soapy water. Maybe your delicate fingertips petting his newly-stubbly mustache have something to do with it. You find out they do as you lower them to trace his lips and you see in your peripheral him twitch away from his stomach and then back down.

Bordering on sleep with his eyes closed and head tilted back, you reach into the water and grasp him gently. He jolts upright, lips parted and eyes wide at you, but you place a hand on the nape of his neck and lull him, “Shh. I’ve got you.”

You don’t really know what you’ve “got him” from, but it’s a promise that he makes to you in those moments when you’re making love and he’s giving you so much pleasure that you feel like you’re drifting away to somewhere else, afraid that that somewhere else is somewhere away from him. Those three words, spoken in his raspy voice, ground you. They also usually bring you to your peak if you hadn’t reached it in the seconds prior.

Now it’s your turn to bring him back to the moment. Your captivating eyes, sweet breath and pumping hand remind him that he’s not having a fever dream in a desert or a hallucination in a blizzard; he’s here, at home, with you. He can’t force himself to lean his head back again, so he lulls forward and presses his forehead against yours.

With every rough pass of your fingers over his tip and every pull on his shaft, Pero nuzzles his nose into the side of your own with a restless exhale; it’s taking everything in him not to emerge from the water, grasp you tightly and devour you whole. He’s not sure how or where he’d fuck you right now, but he knows he’d find some way.

You’re biting your lip, staring into the water and watching his dick absorb your ministrations while Pero’s eyes are boring into yours, slack-jawed and sporadically pushing his hips into your hand. He grabs your face between his thumb and forefinger and pulls you to his mouth, kissing you wildly. His hand dances across your cheek and knots into your hair, cementing you in close proximity. He lets go of your mouth only to breathe raggedly and rapidly, squeezing his eyes and clenching his teeth, “Fuck, hermosa, I’m gonna cum.”

Sometimes what he needs to tip over the edge is to keep the pace. Other times he needs to get rougher, harder, faster. From the wrinkles between his scrunched eyebrows, you can tell it’s one of those other times. You tighten your hand around his cock, creating a tight ring going up and down. Your hand treks his entire length now, starting at his hairy base, all the way to his weeping head, and back, and forth, and back, and forth. When an uninhibited groan starts to claw its way out of his throat, you speed up and tease, “That’s it, handsome.”

He opens his eyes, pained bliss shrouding them with an ever so thin layer of tears. He’s missed you so much: your touch, your voice, your smell, your aura, your everything. The veins in his neck are pulsing hard, his skin is hot and his hand on the back of your head may as well be a part of your skull with how tight he’s holding you. His other hand bursts out of the water, clasping the edge of the tub, but he gets aggravated when his fingers slip on the smooth surface. He moves it to your shoulder, stamping you with a wet print of his hand, clutching the fabric of your shirt so hard if he moves his hand he might rip it.

Then, on the brink of his cliff, he cups your face with both hands by the underside of your jaw as gently as one would hold a newborn animal. His expression isn’t furious lust now, but rather fragile control; he’s barely hanging on. You release him with a whisper, “Cum for me, Pero.”

His hips fuck into your hand involuntarily as thick ropes of cum spurt from him. He’s groaning, almost wailing, with every instinctive thrust into your warmth, his home. His cum quickly rises to the surface, mixing with the remnants of dissolved soap, painting the entire translucent plane with white. Once he’s done, you take your hand away, not wanting to overstimulate him. His spend is huge; from this and his shattering orgasm, you come to the conclusion that he must not have masturbated all that much while he was away. You know him for his impressive loads and feral noises during sex, but even this is a bit out of the ordinary for him. Well, one more reason to make up for time lost.

He plants a sloppy kiss to your lips before pulling back and standing. Droplets of water run down his exhausted arms, trembling abs and quivering thighs, his hair is now stuck to his forehead with sweat and the corners of his mouth, even with his fatigue, are twitching for more - someone needs to make a fucking marble sculpture of this man. He lifts you up from your uncomfortable pedestal with two finger pads to the underside of your chin and reaches down to stick his tongue down your throat. All he has to say, in all his renewed smug and naked glory, is, “I hope you don’t plan on leaving that bed for the next few days.”

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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i’m sorry but i luv your writing/thot process so i have to share this: imagine superstar trainer kiri marrying ur mom. he’s only a few years older (and you had a crush on him first) so you avoid him bc you’re shy/uncomfortable with it. your plans are foiled when mom’s away and y’all are stuck at home during a snow storm, power out, no heat/gas, and no matter how many layers u use nothing beats body heat. kiri is so sweet and just wants to get close and keep you warm/see whats under ur sweats

I’m literally melting rn

Like imagine Kiri shuffling closer to you on the couch, scooting underneath the blankets you have piled around your body.

He keeps getting closer and closer and closer until he’s pressed up against you, and he feels like a heater, warm and cozy and comfortable. You don’t mind burrowing down into his side a bit, only blushing a little when the big man chuckles at your behavior.

There’s a movie playing on the TV, but you’re kind of sleepy, and your stepdad feels so sturdy and safe against your side, and you’re finally warming to a comfortable temperature, and before you know it, you’re fast asleep.

When you wake up, you’re laying down on a solid surface, heat wrapped around your body and trapped beneath the blankets. The surface rumbles and shifts, and only then do you realize that Kirishima must have moved you.

The room is dark, TV off, lights out. The wind is still howling and moaning outside like a mourner at a grave, beating against the windows and crying to the sky.

Lifting your head means you get a view of Kiri’s face, of his handsome, relaxed self as he gazes down at you, a pleased, soft smile on his features.

You go to apologize for falling asleep on him and for inconveniencing him, but Kirishima doesn’t let you. “It’s warmer this way, plus, I like holding something while I sleep.”

He has his arms wrapped around you, thick biceps pressing heavy against your shoulders, keeping you flush to his muscular chest. You blush a little at the position, shifting your legs and trying not to do anything weird.

But in moving your legs around, you find yourself straddling his thigh, the stocky limb flexing underneath your weight, Kirishima twitching.

“Sorry-” You blush again, intending on moving, but your stepdad drops a hand to your hip, steadying you.

“No, don’t apologize, I get it.” He winks at you, before jiggling his thigh a bit, settling you down further onto it. “I remember doing stuff like this back in high school, I know it feels good.”

A long moment of silence stretched between you two as you processed his words, feeling increasingly awkward.

“Um, okay...” Was all you could come up with.

Kirishima laughed a bit. “You’ve never cuddled with anyone before? It’s nice, isn’t it? ‘Specially with the heat out like this. Power went out while you were sleeping.”

You felt a little silly now, ducking your head and dropping your gaze. That would explain why the lights were off. You had just assumed the movie had finished playing and your stepdad had turned it off, but apparently that wasn’t the case.

“Temp’s gonna drop fast, we’re probably going to have to use good ‘ole body heat while we sleep. You wanna move to the bed? Or just sleep here?”

A shrug, and Kirishima smiled. “Okie-doke, bed it is. Thank goodness, my back would kill me if I tried to sleep on the couch. Gettin’ old s’no fun.”

The man sat up, and you quickly disentangled yourself from him, ignoring the way his thigh rubbed in between your legs as he moved about. As soon as you felt the chill of the room, you shivered, clacking your teeth together and snatching the blanket tight around yourself.

“Oh, that’s so cold, fuck.”

“Hey, watch your language-” Kirishima chided, rising to his feet as he gathered the rest of the blankets up into his arms. “No potty mouths in this house, yeah? Keep it clean.”

He’d been married to your mom for almost a year now, and Kirishima had easily fallen into the “father figure” role, despite the fact that it wasn’t necessarily needed.

But you indulged him by laughing at his corny dad jokes, complimenting the various meats he grilled for meals, keeping your judgements about his questionable fashion choices to yourself instead of blurting them out to his face.

Kirishima led the way to the master bedroom, the room he shared with your mom, stating that the bed was bigger, it’d be more comfortable. Did you really expect him to fit into your bed?

He was a big man, strong and solid. He was able to throw you over one shoulder, your mom over the other, and run around the house whooping while the two of you laughed and pounded on his back.

“Alright-” Kirishima tossed his armful of blankets onto the bed he shared with your mom, immediately fluffing them up and pulling at the edges until he was satisfied.

The man pulled back the edge, holding it ups as he turned to you. “Head on inside!”

It was cold at first, the sheets and blankets chilly. You snuggled up to Kirishima as soon as the big man laid down, making him laugh a bit as your teeth chattered together.

“S-sorry it’s just so-so c-cold.” You explained.

“Your nose is all red, you look so cute.” His smile is warm, his hands even warmer as they begin to rub up and down your sides.

You don’t know how to respond, let yourself relax into the comforting touch, his fingertips dancing over your sweater.

“So.....” Kiri starts “You’ve never had a boyfriend then? You got so quiet when I asked if you’ve cuddled with someone before.”

A blush rose to your cheeks, and you shook your head. “No, I have. I broke up with him a little bit before you and mom started dating.”

The redhead’s quiet for a moment, then tucks his chin over your head, drawing you closer into his chest. “I’m sorry. Relationships can be hard, I know.”

“It was for the best, I think.” You continue, letting your stepdad rub your back as you talked. “We just didn’t really jive well together I guess. Wish we’d figured that out sooner though.”

The man pressed against you is so sturdy, solid and radiating heat like a furnace. It’s easy to relax in his easy-going presence.

“Well, if you ever miss cuddling, don’t hesitate to come find me, yeah? It’s one of my favorites.”

Kirishima was a touchy man, and it was obvious that his love language was touch, so it made sense. He always had his thick arms wrapped around your mom, was holding her hand, holding yours, placing kisses on your cheeks, kissing your mom every chance he got.

Sometimes he asked you to brush out his hair for him, when you weren’t busy or anything. He’d relax into jelly as you ran the hairbrush through his red locks, contented little sighs falling from his lips.

“Okay, I’ll do that.” You chuckle, thinking to yourself how the world had a funny sense of humor.

Truthfully, when you’d first been introduced to the man your mom had recently started dating, you’d developed a hopeless crush. He was attractive, kind, funny; if your mom wasn't dating him, you would’ve asked for his number.

A small part of you was irritated that the man was young enough for you to date him, your mother unbothered by the sugar stereotype she’d developed.

But ah well, what’s done is done.

“You know, I didn’t know what I'd be like having a daughter.” Kirishima soft voice breaks you out of your thoughts. “You’re almost more like.... I dunno, a friend? If that makes sense. I feel like we’re buddies.”

“Yeah, I feel like that too.” You confess, breathing into his neck, able to smell the cologne he uses, something heady and strong and manly.

A comfortable silence settles around you both, nothing but soft breaths and Kirishima’s warm hands rubbing gently over your body, against your sides, up and down your back, massaging your shoulders.

They traveled too close to your tummy, and you choked out a laugh, flinching away from Kirishima.

“Don’t, ‘m ticklish.” Came your breathless, giggly warning.

“Yeah? Yeah?” The redhead grinned, a glint in his eye, barely noticeable before he pounced, rolling over until you were smothered beneath his hefty weight, unable to move.

Horrible, terrible fingers descended, dug into your ribs and you shrieked, wide smile breaking across your features as your stepdad tickled you.

This is what happiness was made of.

Warm and fuzzy, the smell of rain, the sound of it pattering against the roof. Strong arms around you, a laugh on your lips.

Kirishima’s thigh slipped in between yours, pressed upwards, and you choked on a breath, hands immediately clutching at the man’s biceps.

“You’re so sensitive, it’s so cute.”

No time to say his name, ask any questions. He was situating you on your side, legs tangled with his, a big, beefy thigh still flush against your clothed sex.

“Mm, you ever do this with your boyfriend?” The redhead was moving, hands gripping your waist now, dragging you along his thigh, and you kept bumping up against his chest, his toned stomach.

“Yes-yeah.” Was your breathless reply, head whirling, eyes wide. This isn’t really what you were expecting, not from your stepdad.

But it wasn’t entirely unwelcome.

That’s why you weren’t screaming your head off, recoiling in disgust, scrambling for the phone to call your mom, the police.

No, you were still, pliant against Kirishima as he moved your body, his lazy red eyes fixed on your face. “Hm? Feels nice, doesn’t it? You like it?”

A shaky nod is all you can muster, feeling yourself beginning to drip against your stepdad’s thigh, slick all over your folds, the skin tingling, making your hips jump as your clit pulsed at the stimulation.

God, it felt good.

“You make me so happy, y’know? Such a pretty, smart girl.” He praised, and now you could feel it - feel the cock filling out against your tummy, hot and wet, leaking.

“I really hit the jackpot. A beautiful wife, a gorgeous daughter... I love you so, so much.” Kirishima was breathing heavier, his fingers digging into your hipbones as he dragged you back and forth against him. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. Just wanna take care of you, yeah? Make you cum lots, whatever you want.”

Almost feverish now, his hips twitching forward, pushing against your tummy again and again, rubbing his cock against your soft flesh, groaning in your ear, breath stuttering-

And then a long moan, a burst of warmth soaking through your pajama shirt, right where the tip of Kiri’s cock rested.

“Oh shit-” He gasped, sucking in air, muscles flexing as he drew back his legs, hands shakily pushing you onto your back.

“That - Jesus, you really got me goin’.” Kiri panted, beginning to kiss at your neck, one of his hands diving into your pajama pants, straight down to strum over your clit.

Already keyed up from the dry humping, veins pumping with excitement, arousal, the thrill of being touched and fondled by your-your stepdad.

A finger teased at your hole, then inched inside, and you bucked your hips, crying out a bit.

“Hey, hey-” He was still a little breathless, a little lightheaded from his orgasm, but the man was determined.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I got you. I’m always gonna take care of my girl.”

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mydogisveryadorbs · 4 years

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bad day | jj maybank x reader

summary: jj has a bad day and he just wants to be with you

warnings: angst, cursing, mentions of abuse, sad jj, fluffy ending (ofc)

masterlist :)

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To the outside world, JJ Maybank has a perfect life. He has the best group of friends, he parties all the time, he has all the freedom in the world, and most importantly, he has you.

To the outside world, it is practically impossible for JJ Maybank to have a bad day. How can you have a bad day when you have a perfect life?

The only person in the world that knew that bad days are actually a common occurrence in JJ’s life, was you.

When the two of you had first started dating over a year ago, you too had believed that JJ’s life was perfect. His outgoing personality and carefree nature were what initially attracted him to you and he fought hard to maintain that persona. It wasn't until three months into your relationship that you realized that the blonde boy had it so much harder than you could've possibly imagined.

Truth be told, JJ didn't open up to you on purpose. In fact, if he had it his way, you would have never had to see him break down the way that he did.

You didn't know what to do when you first found your boyfriend laying on the bathroom floor in the Chateau, body shaking with sobs. At first, you thought he had been in another rough quarrel with Rafe and his friends. But when he looked up at you, tear stains on his cheeks and the saddest eyes you had ever seen, you knew this wasn't just some run-in with a couple of kooks.

It didn't take long for you to get over your original state of shock and comfort the boy. Your younger sister had bad anxiety and experienced panic attacks often, and still, you found yourself on the less prepared side when it came to soothing the blonde you adored so much. It was hard for you to understand that the tough, wild, teenager that you had fallen in love with was simply a cover for the fragile boy inside.

You can still vividly remember sitting on the bathroom floor for hours with JJ. Despite your unfamiliarity with your boyfriend’s suffering, there was not one second that you had even remotely questioned your love for him. If anything, seeing him in such a vulnerable state made your appreciation for him grow.

JJ himself, on the other hand, did not know how to accept the comfort you had given him. He was so used to being alone every time he was feeling down. So used to hiding all of his emotions from the people around him.

The two of you went through many difficult nights of him pushing you away and trying to block you out. But just as fast as he was building up his wall, you were tearing it down.

JJ doesn't know the exact moment when he allowed himself to succumb to your solace. Still to this day, it's hard for him to believe that someone as beautiful and compassionate as you can possibly love someone like him.

The more he let you in, the harder it was to be without you and now, whenever he had a run-in with his father or was unsure of himself, his first impulse was to call you.

You never hesitated to comfort the boy, knowing that he would do the same for you. And as much as you tried to stay strong for JJ, sometimes everything got to be a little bit too much.

JJ will never forget the day you were holding him after a fight with his father and you couldn't hold it in anymore. You let out heart-wrenching sobs into his hair. The sound alone brought tears to his own eyes and the two of you held each other all night, whispering sweet nothing to one another.

JJ is having a bad day.

He should have known when he woke up this morning and you weren't in his arms. He glanced over, immediately recognizing your small handwriting on a blue sticky note which was stuck to your pillow. The note explained that your parents had asked you to come home, but that you would come back to the chateau to be with him that night.

have a great day and don't miss me too much lovie!

His heart fluttered at your sweet words. How did he get so god damn lucky? Popping open his phone case, JJ folds your note and sticks it inside, just in case he needs to read it again later.

Despite the loving feeling he got in his chest while reading your note, his day quickly went downhill.

When JJ opened the cabinets above the sink to make himself a bowl of cereal, they were empty. He brushed it off and went to work with an empty stomach.

At the hotel, a group of kids bumped into him while he was clearing a table and he dropped a wine glass on the floor, shattering it. His boss chewed him out for 30 minutes before putting him on dish duty for the rest of his shift.

After work, JJ went to the local market and used his tip money from the day to buy a sandwich and a small bouquet of your favorite flowers for you. He knew you would make a big fuss about him spending his money on you, but he loved to see the cute look of surprise on your face whenever he got you something like this. It made whatever he had gotten for you worth every penny.

On his way back to the Chateau, JJ was stopped by none other than Rafe, Topper, and Kelse on their bikes. He tried his best to ignore them, knowing that you hated when he got into fights, but as soon as Rafe mentioned a snide comment about your ass, JJ immediately threw the first punch. He didn't realize until after the fact that one of them had stomped on the flowers he bought for you.

As much as he hated it, the blonde boy knew he needed to go home to get a fresh pair of clothes. He could always ask you to get a pair from the drawer of his clothes you had in your room, but that would require telling you what had happened and he didn't want to be a bother while you were with your family.

He knew he was screwed when he arrived at his “house” and saw his father's truck parked in the dirt outside. JJ hoped that he would be able to slip by without being noticed, but his horrible luck from the day continued.

His father was in the stage of his drinking where he was drunk enough to be angry with his son, but not drunk enough for JJ to outrun him.

JJ’s cheek throbbed on his walk back to the Chateau and he was sure that he was sporting a fresh black eye. His ribs were sore as hell and the only thing that kept him moving was the thought of seeing you.

When he arrived at John B’s house he instantly took note of your missing car. He prayed that you had simply walked and that he would see you laying on the couch when he entered.

There was someone sitting on the couch, but it was not the person JJ was looking for.

“Dude,” John B said when he noticed JJ’s figure standing in the doorway. “What happened to your face?”

“Where's (Y/N),” the blonde asked, ignoring John’s question.

“She called and said she wasn't sure if she would make it,” Kie said, drawing JJ’s attention to where she was standing. “Her friend Carlee’s boyfriend cheated on her, so she went to comfort her. She said she tried to call you, but it went straight to voicemail,” the curly-haired girl explained.

Glancing down at his phone, JJ noticed it was dead. His shoulders slumped. All he wanted was to see his girl after a shit day, was that too much to ask? He knew first hand your dedication to your loved ones, and he knew it wasn't fair of him to want all of your comfort and love for himself, but he couldn't help it.

You were too nice, he decided. But that's why he loved you so much, wasn't it?

“So what happened to your face,” John B asked again, taking a sip of his beer.

JJ glowered at his best friend. “What do you care,” he snapped. He knew he shouldn't take his frustrations out on John B, but you were his coping method and he didn't know what to do without that.

John B raised his hands in defense, standing up to grab another beer. “Jeez, dude,” he said, “Just asking.”

“Well maybe you should mind your own goddamn business,” JJ yelled.

The brunette boy halted his actions and turned to face JJ. “What the fuck, man?” he asked, voice rising. “You really want to do this.”

“Yeah, I do.” He definitely didn't. “You know,” JJ snapped, “Maybe if you spent time with your actual friends instead of your fucking kook girlfriend, you would know what was going on in my life.”

John B scoffed “That's rich coming from the guy who spends every waking moment trying to impress a girl who's way out of his league,” he yells.

JJ knows he's right. You were too good for him. But you chose him anyway. Why?

“Fuck you,” JJ sneers, shoving past his best friend and walking out the back doors. He needed space.

You were getting ready to leave your friend's house when Kiara called you.

Carlee was a sweet girl, and her douche of a boyfriend definitely didn't deserve her so you told her exactly that. But this wasn't the first time something like that had happened between them and based on previous occurrences, you figured Carlee would go a week before she decided to get back together with him.

It was times like these where you really thanked your lucky stars that you had found a boy like JJ. The two of you had your moments like any healthy couple, but you knew in your heart that he would never do anything to purposely hurt you.

You smiled when you saw Kie’s contact. “Hey girl,” you answer in a country accent, giggling at the end.

“(Y/N),” she said and your smile dropped, immediately understanding that there was something wrong. “You need to come to the Chateau right now.”

Your feet skid to a stop and you feel your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. “What happened? Is JJ okay?” you ask her in a rushed tone.

Kie’s voice is shaky when she speaks. “He came over today with a black eye and a bruised cheek and when John B asked about it JJ kind of freaked out,” she explains. “They are screaming at each other right now. (Y/N), you gotta come quick,” you could hear yelling in the background.

“I'm on my way,” you assure her, hanging up. You run to your car, heart twisting in worry. It wasn't like your boyfriend to act like this so you knew something had to have happened.

You drove to the Chateau faster than you ever have before, getting there in under five minutes. The second your car pulled up to the house. You were flying out of your car and running inside the screen door.

“He's outback,” John B says upon seeing you enter.

Your eyes snap to him and they soften at the sight of his distraught face. “You alright, JB?” you ask.

He nods slowly. “I've never seen him like that, (Y/N),” John B tells you, his voice laced with worry. “You gotta help him.”

You nod your head, walking outside to find your boyfriend. You don't have to go far, spotting his hunched over the figure on the porch steps.

Slowly, you make your way towards the boy, and despite the fact that it's the middle of summer he is shivering violently.

You place a hand on his shoulder and he immediately flinches away from your touch. Your heart breaks at his reaction. “JJ, love, it's me,” you tell him softly, crouching down next to his body.

Hearing your voice, JJ lifts his head to look at you. His eyes are red-rimmed and filled with tears and the skin around the right one is hidden by blue and purple. Your eyes scan his face and you take note of the bruise on his cheekbone and his split lip. Your hands itch to remove his shirt, knowing that there are more hidden underneath.

The sound of JJ’s choked sob brings your eyes instantly back to his.

“Oh, J,” you say sorrowfully, opening your arms for him. “C’mere.”

The blonde boy instantly falls into your embrace and you cradle his body tightly. He sobs into your shoulder and you feel a wet patch grow in your shirt. “I needed you, I need you,” he cries into your shoulder.

Softly shushing him, you run your fingers through his hair. “I'm here, J, I'm here,” you tell him, your heart aching for the boy in your arms. You don't know exactly how long you sit there, his hands clutching the back of your shirt tightly.

Slowly, his sobs die down before he is only sniffling every few seconds.

You pull back slightly, tenderly cupping his face in your hands. “Can we go inside?” you ask, gently brushing back the blonde curl that had fallen over his forehead.

JJ nods slightly and you stand up on the porch, helping him do the same. You bite your lip when you notice his subtle limp on the way inside. You notice how quiet the Chateau is and silently thank John B and Kiara for giving JJ the space he needs.

Leading him into the bathroom, you help JJ sit on the counter and you quickly grab the first aid kit from the cabinet below the sink.

Opening it, you grab a cotton swab and an alcohol wipe to clean his lip and cheek, wordlessly realizing how many times you've had to do this.

“Why are you here,” the blonde boy asks abruptly. If you weren't paying attention you would have missed his small voice.

“What'd you mean, J?” you ask, continuing your work.

JJ sighs. “Why are you here?” he asks again, slightly louder, but still quieter than you are used too.

“Well, I was leaving Carlee’s house and Kie called me and told me that you-” JJ cuts you off, pulling away from your grasp slightly.

“No, (Y/N),” his tone is harsh but you can hear the brokenness laced behind it. “Why are you here? With me instead of with your friends? Or better yet another guy that can buy you nice things and doesn't have emotional trauma? A guy who's not broken?” he says the word with such hatred that it shakes you to your core.

“JJ,” you gasp, hurt flashing across your features. How could he think that? JJ instantly wants to take it back, but he wants even more to know your answer. “You are not broken, you hear me?” you say, honesty clear in your voice. “Your flaws are what make you, you. I don't need fancy gifts or expensive jewelry to make me love you! I love every single thing about you, JJ Maybank. From your head to your toes. I love you just the way that you are and there is nothing you can do to take that away from me. Ever.” Your voice is strong and serious. You leave no room for argument as you continue to patch up his face.

JJ doesn't speak again letting the words sink in, scared that he will break down for the second time that night. His eyes fall to the floor and he lets you tend to his cuts.

When you are satisfied with your work on his face, you tap the boy's arm lightly and his eyes snap to yours. “Lift your shirt so I can see,” you ask him, not making eye contact. When he doesn't move, your eyes lock with his. “Please, J,” you beg, in a quiet voice, “I need to see.”

The blonde knows he will never be able to say no to you, especially when you ask him that way, so he gingerly lifts his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side and wincing when he moves the wrong way.

JJ expects you to pity him. To tell him you're sorry the way everyone does. But you simply stare at his injuries, eyes welling with tears. And this, JJ decides, makes him feel infinitely worse.

Your hand reaches out to trace the large, purple-black bruises. JJ shivers at the touch of your soft hands on his skin.

He grabs your hand suddenly, pulling it up to his lips. “I'm sorry,” he says, voice cracking. “I'm sorry I dragged you into this.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” you say, using the hand not in JJ’s to run through his hair. “None of that, okay? I'm here because I want to be. And I will always be. No matter how many times you try to push me away.”

You feel hot tears on your hand and you quickly slide between his legs, pulling him back into your chest, careful of the bruises on his ribs.

“I love you,” JJ cries into the crook of your neck. “I love you more than anything else in this fucked up world.”

“Shh,” you say softly. “I know, lovie, I know. I love you too. Endlessly.”

JJ pulls back at your words, just enough so that he can look into your eyes.

You used to think your favorite color was purple. When you were ten you painted your entire room purple and even bought purple bedding. But the moment you looked into JJ’s cerulean eyes, it instantly became your new favorite color.

JJ looks from your eyes to your lips before leaning forward to kiss you.

The kiss was soft and passionate explaining every emotion the two of you were feeling. No matter how many times the two of you kissed, your heart raced like it was the very first time.

Pulling away for air, JJ rests his forehead on yours.

“What happened today, J?” you ask in a quiet voice.

JJ bites his lip, leaning back slightly. His first instinct is to tell you that nothing happened and that he's okay, but JJ knows you wouldn't believe him for a second. So he recalls his day, telling you every detail. Just knowing that you know, makes JJ’s heart feel a little less heavy. “A-and I bought you these flowers from the florist on main, y-y'know the ones you love, and I couldn't even bring them to you,” he says sadly.

You caress his cheek. “Love, I don't care about the flowers, all that matters is that you're okay,” you assure him, honesty evident in his voice. “And as for your father, you are staying here or at my house from now on and the next time I see that son of a bi-”

JJ cuts you off, grabbing your hands. The last thing he ever wants is his father hurting you. “(Y/N), no,” he says, the vulnerability in his voice evident. “You need to promise me that you won't confront him. I don't want you getting hurt.”

You sigh, knowing how important this is to the blonde boy. “Only if you promise not to go back there unless I'm with you,” you compromise with him.

He nods, kissing your forehead gently. “Can we please go to bed,” JJ asks and you can hear the sleepiness in his voice. Nodding, you help JJ off the counter and the two of you walk to the spare room in the chateau. The two of you climb into the bed. You are still in your clothes from the day, but that is the last thing on your mind.

JJ moves his arms to wrap around your middle but you gently push his shoulder back. “Turn around, J,” you tell him quietly. You know that JJ secretly loves to be the little spoon and you secretly love to be the big spoon. He would never openly ask you to spoon him, but you can read his body language like a book.

He rolls to his other side and you wrap an arm around his bare middle, careful not to hit any of his bruises. You nuzzle your nose into the back of his tanned shoulder, breathing in his scent deeply.

“I love you (Y/N)” your boyfriend whispers, his hand reaching to hold your hand that is tracing his chest. “Thank you for being here.”

You press a soft kiss to his shoulder blade. “Always, JJ,” you tell him earnestly. “I love you more than anything.”

The blonde boy falls asleep in your embrace, feeling truly safe for the first time that day.

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