#i’m trying my best here 🙈

[acacia-may]

Dad Langris Doodle💙 (Because Soft Langris is the Best Langris)

"I'll give you everything I have I'll teach you everything I know I promise I'll do better"

~"Light" by Sleeping at Last (YouTube)

#feeling brave and sharing a little more of my art #langris vaude would actually be a good father—change my mind #soft langris is the best langris #i love him your honor #he looks really young here which was not my intention but i’m trying 🙈😅 #langris vaude #dad langris #or uncle langris or whatever floats your boat 😁 #basically just langris & a baby 💙 #that said i really should write about langris as a dad someday… #black clover fanart #langris vaude fanart #i drew this #art practice

[misshoneyimhome]

If you’re willing to write for jack Hughes, maybe something like he & the reader are friends & he finds out that she’s never “finished” (like she’s not a virgin, but she just never finished while having sex), and so he wants to help her out?

Maybe you can add like him liking her before this already, but it doesn’t matter :)

Alrighty bb! I'm so sorry it took so long for me to write this, but it's my first time writing about Jack Hughes, so it took a bit longer than usual 😉 Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy it 🤍 Happy New Year to all Jack H. lovers out there 🥂

[So, apparently, I find it a bit difficult to write about slow sex 🙈]

Warnings; smut 18+; fingering; protected sex (p in v);

Word count; 3.2K

[bestfriend!Jack x reader]

・✶ ｡ﾟ

What's your name? (what's your name?) Who's your daddy? (who's your daddy?) Is he rich, is he rich like me? Has he taken any time To show, to show you what you need to live?

Time of the season - Zombie

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"Have you decided on a movie?" Jack called from the kitchen while wrapping up the popcorn.

"Yeah, all set here," you hollered back. "Just waiting on the snacks."

"Okay, I'm here now," Jack hurried over with a chuckle as you were already settled on the sofa, patiently waiting for him.

It was a typical evening spent with your good friend Jack Hughes, a bit of a tradition whenever he returned from a road trip with the New Jersey Devils.

This pattern started off a few months back when Jack had first texted you on his way home, feeling a bit down after some games resulting in losses on the road. And realising how much it affected him, you spent the next day brainstorming ways to cheer him up.

That's when the idea of a movie night came about. The goal was to find a classic, light-hearted comedy that could take Jack's mind off things. And it seemed to do the trick.

And ever since that night, after every road trip, you and Jack would meet up (no matter wins or loses), watch a movie, and then spend the night chatting about pretty much anything and everything.

If he wanted to talk about the trip, you'd talk about that. Or if he needed a diversion from hockey, then that's exactly what you'd provide.

That's just how your friendship worked - calm, laid-back, and straightforward.

With Jack, you felt like there wasn't much you couldn't discuss. Well, perhaps there were a few personal matters you'd never broached with your close friend. However, it never seemed to be an issue. 

Though, on this particular evening, during the movie, your phone lit up with a text from your girlfriend, sparking a somewhat sensitive topic to your conversation.

"I swear! This guy is the one 😱 five orgasms tonight babe - I think I’m in love!!"

A smile crept onto your face as you read the message.

It was from one of your best friends, out on a date with a new Tinder match, which was somewhat a weekly ritual for her, yet this time it seemed she'd finally met someone who could meet her rather demanding needs.

"What's so funny?" Jack asked, noticing your smile and focused attention on your phone.

"Oh, it's nothing," you casually responded.

"Come on, tell me - it's clearly something amusing," your friend prodded, as his curiosity piqued.

"It's just Mel, she's on another date," you said, flashing a soft smile as you showed Jack the message, causing his eyes to widen a bit.

"Wow, sounds like she's having quite a night," Jack chuckled lightly.

"Yeah, I suppose," you shrugged, darting your eyes between the movie playing on the TV and your phone, trying to evade Jack's gaze and the topic a bit. However, Jack seemed intent on delving further into the matter.

"Well, I mean, five orgasms in one go, that's quite something," he chuckled lightly. "Depends on the person, of course."

But you found yourself biting your lip, feeling a bit out of your depth with the subject.

"I, um... I guess..." you mumbled nervously. "I mean, I... I wouldn't really know," you softly admitted, staring at your phone in your hand.

"What?" Jack chuckled. "What do you mean you wouldn't know?"

His expression shifted to one a bit puzzled as you quietly revealed your personal secret.

"Well... I haven't exactly ‘finished’... ever."

A brief silence fell between you, the only sound being the TV's credits playing in the background.

"You haven't... had an orgasm? Ever?" Jack asked, genuinely surprised by your sudden confession.

"Well... I mean, kind of - at least I think I have, by myself... but I've just never reached that... climax point with someone else," you slowly exhaled as your eyes met Jack's, giving him a nervous glance.

"Are you serious, y/n?" The hockey player stared at you, utterly baffled, prompting you to gently nod in confirmation.

Jack couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart. How could that be the case?

"It's not as if I haven't had good sex before, Jack," you attempted to explain, trying to ease the tension that had softly developed. "I just haven't... you know, reached that point..."

"But yeah, that’s like the best part! I just don’t get it... Hasn't any guy ever taken his time to make sure you had the complete experience? To give you that satisfaction?" 

Your confession seemed to strike a chord with your friend, and though you weren't entirely certain why, it did provide a slight sense of reassurance.

For a while, you'd felt as though something might be wrong with you. Maybe you just couldn't reach climax during sex with someone else. However, Jack's reaction made you reconsider that notion. In a positive light.

"I suppose not..." you spoke gently, locking eyes with him. "There hasn't always been the time, you know... And every time, it seemed they were just aiming to please themselves."

But Jack wasn't willing to accept that. It didn't seem fair to you that you hadn't experienced the true pleasure of sex, if your partners hadn't taken the time to ensure your pleasure was as important as theirs.

And he could feel his mind racing as he pondered how to address this newfound information.

If Jack had to be completely honest, you weren’t just a good friend to him. You held a special place in his heart that went beyond mere friendship, even though there had never been anything romantic or sexual between you.

Truth be told, he had a little crush on you. 

Over time, he found you to be someone remarkable. You showed genuine care and support for him, whether it was on the side-line of games or a shoulder to lean on outside the hockey world. And you never asked for anything in return.

You didn’t boast to everyone about your friendship with an NHL hockey player or flaunt your closeness to his family. And your lack of interest in his fame and money was one of the many reasons why he admired you so much.

So, sitting there beside you, realising that you had been missing out on something so wonderful, made him consider whether perhaps he could be the one to introduce you to the pleasures of a fulfilling sexual experience.

However, he hesitated to voice his thoughts, unsure of how you might react. Yet, before he could gather his courage, you interrupted his train of thought.

"Are you okay, Jackie?"

"Yeah, I'm just thinking..."

"About?"

"Nothing... well, not exactly nothing..."

"You can tell me?"

Running his fingers through his hair, Jack took a moment to choose his words carefully, hoping not to alarm you. Then, he tenderly brushed the smooth skin on your cheek as his gaze fixated on your lips.

"I want to show..." he breathed softly, licking his lips almost seductively. "I want to show you just how amazing it can be..."

You were slightly taken aback. Did your best friend just propose that the two of you should have sex?

Yet, Jack's deep eyes revealed no falsehood. He seemed almost dead serious as his gaze met yours again, and you had to remind yourself to breathe.

Jack was without a doubt attractive. And maybe even more than just attractive. Truth be told, you understood precisely why so many girls were constantly swooning over him. He had an incredible charm. His laughter and smile could light up any room, and his hockey-built physique only added to his appeal.

But you'd never considered that he might be attracted to you. You were simply a long-time family friend he could turn to for comfort.

However, in that very moment, it seemed you might have a chance at being something a bit more.

"What?" you asked in disbelief. "I mean, what?"

And Jack gently nodded, his fingers tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"Y/n, it pains me to think you've never experienced just how good sex can be, so yeah, I'd love to be the one to show you..."

In truth, there wasn't much to contemplate. Though he was your best friend, you didn’t want to overthink why he was expressing a desire to have sex with you. Perhaps it was simply because he felt bad that no one had ever made you feel that way. Nonetheless, it wasn't something you'd turn down.

So, with a gentle nod and a soft smile, you gave him your consent.

However, as he tenderly guided you to his bedroom and began to place delicate kisses on your neck while slowly undressing you, Jack felt the need for more reassurance. He wanted to be absolutely certain that you were completely comfortable with taking this step in your friendship.

"You're sure you want this?"

"Yes, Jack," you whispered softly, your palms delicately finding their way to his chest. 

And with a soft nod, his large hands then smoothly slid under the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and revealing your bra to your best friend for the first time. It was an intimate moment, the closest Jack had ever been to you, his soft lips touching yours, while witnessing you in this vulnerable state. It felt incredible.

The atmosphere was serene and gentle as Jack dimmed the lights in his spacious bedroom, aiming to create the most relaxed setting for you. He even put on some soothing tunes in the background, something that always helped him unwind before a tense match.

An as you were left in just your underwear, Jack gently guided you to lie down on the bed. Though he knew you weren't entirely inexperienced nor a virgin, he wanted to ensure that both of you took the time necessary. Moreover, he had to manage his own excitement. This was about your needs, so he needed to ensure he wouldn’t reach climax too quickly.

Your eyes held a profound gaze as he slowly undressed himself to his boxers and joined you on the bed, his larger body hovering over yours before tenderly placing a soft kiss on your lips.

Your fingers instinctively found his semi-long locks, pulling him a bit closer, eager to deepen the kiss. But Jack pulled back slightly, reminding himself to maintain focus and take things slowly.

"Easy there... we have plenty of time," he whispered softly, redirecting his attention to your neck instead. He kissed, sucked, and nibbled gently on your sensitive skin, allowing you to relax into the comfortable sensations.

A wave of pleasure swept over you as Jack took his time to ease your nerves, allowing you to immerse yourself in the delightful feelings. Soft sighs mingled with light moans escaped your lips as his hand massaged your breast, teasing your nipple through the thin fabric before travelling down to your lacy panties. With gentle strokes, he caressed your warmth, while withdrawing his lips from your skin to observe your exquisite face, reflecting hints of pleasure under his touch.

Locking eyes with him, as his touch grew more intense, you desired more than just gentle caresses.

"Jack..." you breathed out. "Touch me, more."

And your wish was his command. 

His fingers slid under your bottoms, gliding through your folds before carefully finding your clit. Being mindful of his rough hockey fingers, he was careful as he circled your sensitive bud, causing more moans to escape your lips.

It was a sight to behold for Jack. Watching your eyes shut tightly, your expressions contorting in pleasure, as he increased his touch, he found it incredibly hot. 

"Is it good, baby?" Jack whispered softly; his voice tinged with seduction.

"Yes... Yes, Jack, it's so good," you managed to voice, overwhelmed by the pleasure his fingers were providing, surpassing anything you'd experienced alone.

Under his touch, it felt incredibly wonderful. Jack's fingers worked their magic, and while most guys might have grown impatient by now, he was still taking the time needed to bring you to that peak of pleasure. He was focused on leading you to that blissful climax, feeling a rush of desire as he watched you succumb to the overwhelming sensation.

Then as he felt your body both relaxed and tense with pleasure, Jack adjusted his position slightly. Although there was a fleeting disappointment as his fingers withdrew from your sensitive spot, it didn't last long, as he swiftly removed your panties and positioned himself on his knees between your legs. Then, his left thumb found your sensitive nub again, igniting that pleasurable sensation once more. You had to let your head sink back into the pillow, feeling an unfamiliar but incredible sensation building in your lower abdomen - a feeling beyond description.

Your hands gripped the pillow tightly on each side of your head, eyes closed, as gasps and moans escaped you.

And while observing your reaction, Jack sensed you were approaching that unfamiliar peak you longed for, so with his right hand, he gently found your entrance, teasingly poking with a finger.

"Still feeling good?"

"Yes," you panted. "Yes, Jack... Please," you almost felt embarrassed by your plea, but you were completely under his spell.

And the pleasure only intensified as Jack carefully inserted two digits into your tight core, stretching your walls, guiding you towards an unparalleled level of ecstasy.

"Jack... Fuck," you moaned louder as he withdrew his fingers only to push them back in, establishing a gentle rhythm alongside his circling thumb, delivering multiple waves of stimulation.

"Yeah, that's good, baby, just relax," he encouraged softly.

It was more than good - it was overwhelming. You had never experienced the sensation in your abdomen evolve into something so intense. It seemed to expand, flooding every vein with pleasure as the promise of an orgasm slowly took hold, clouding your mind.

And Jack felt your body's reaction to his touch, the walls of your core contracting around his fingers as you neared your long-awaited climax. So, adjusting his angle, he gently curled his fingers upwards, seeking that particularly sensitive spot. And as you let out a loud moan and arched your back, he knew he'd found it.

So, he persisted, hitting that spot repeatedly.

Your mind, body, and soul felt as though they were being torn apart in a rush of ecstasy, as Jack increased his speed, overstimulating you, and causing your juices to coat his fingers.

"Shit! Jack, I think I'm gonna..." you gasped, the sensations almost overwhelming you.

"That's it, baby, come for me! Let go and show me how good I'm making you feel."

And so, you did.

With a loud, deep moan originating from the depths of your abdomen, you surrendered yourself entirely, slipping into a euphoric state as the orgasm surged through your body, rendering your mind hazy and grey.

"Fuck," you cried out as Jack's movements gradually slowed down, and you had to take a few moments to regain control of your breath, slowly coming down from the intense high, as he withdrew his fingers.

Jack couldn't help but smile, thoroughly enjoying the sight beneath him. It almost felt to scoring an overtime goal as he observed how profoundly he could pleasure you, while you opened your eyes, locking gazes with him.

"Was it good?" he asked, a mischievous grin playing on his lips, although he already knew the answer.

"Well, can't really say no to that, can I?" you chuckled lightly, summoning the strength to prop yourself up on your elbows. "It was fucking amazing, Jack... thank you."

"No need to thank me... I just wanted to make sure you had the best experience," he replied, flashing you a charming smile that could easily sweep any girl off her feet.

"Well, I must admit, you really did," you returned his smile. "But what about you?"

Your eyes couldn't help but drift to the bulge that had unmistakably formed in his boxers, feeling an urge to reciprocate the pleasure somehow.

However, Jack simply let out a soft chuckle before leaning in, hovering over you, and planting a gentle kiss on your lips.

"We don't have to do anything about that right now..."

"Why not?" you looked at him, slightly perplexed. "Jack, I want you to feel good too."

"Are you sure ab—"

"Yes, Jack..." you interrupted, leaning towards him once more, this time deepening the kiss, conveying how much you desired him.

Pulling back slightly, he nodded. "Okay... just give me a moment."

With that, Jack rose from his position, undressing until he stood completely naked, unveiling his eagerly throbbing member. You couldn't help but gasp at the sight. It was long, hard, and slightly curved at the tip, yet perfect in its own right. It complemented Jack's physique, and you felt an intense sudden need to feel it inside you.

And fortunately, there wasn't much of a wait. 

Jack swiftly opened the condom packet from his bedside table, put it on, and smoothly went for the missionary position. He then positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance, before carefully pushing in.

Your hand quickly found its way to his hair again as he kissed you passionately, steadily rocking his hips back and forth, causing pleasurable sensations as he slid in and out of you. 

Whether it was Jack's perfectly shaped and fitted member or the intense orgasm from his earlier touch, you couldn't tell, but before long, you felt that new familiar sensation building up once more. 

And Jack found himself unable to hold back much longer. 

While it had been thrilling for him to witness your pleasure, he was now eager for his own release. 

And as you both sank into the mattress again, his hips meeting yours in a rhythmic pace, he felt himself nearing his climax. 

Your tightening walls spurred him on, and as he lost control, increasing his speed and force, your harmonising moans and heavy breaths filled the room. He was just about to reach the peak as you moaned loudly.

"Fuck Jack, I'm about to come again," you exclaimed.

His rhythm hit you just right, and you couldn't ignore the trembling in your legs as the high took over, succumbing to your second orgasm of the night.

"Yes, come with me…"

And after a few more thrusts, Jack reached his climax, releasing into the latex as both of you let out deep moans, riding the waves of pleasure.

"Shit..." you gasped, a tear trickling down your cheek, overwhelmed by the intense sensation.

"Yeah..." Jack agreed, breathing into the crook of your neck, as he carefully withdrew and settled beside you, pulling you close for a sweaty cuddle, his arm wrapping under your neck, and he turned his head to meet your gaze. 

"Are you alright?"

You couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle. 

"Yes, Jack, I'm more than alright... that was incredible," you smiled at the hockey player.

"You have no idea how happy that makes me... y/n, you deserved to experience that pleasure," he took your hand and tenderly kissed it.

"Thank you, Jack, you really made me feel amazing..."

With wide smiles on both your faces, Jack then headed to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. And returning with a damp cloth for you to freshen up, he then followed by tucking you in for a cuddle. This was important to him, a crucial part of the whole experience, especially because you were his best friend, and he wanted you to know this wasn't just a casual fuck.

He showed genuine care, and you felt more than content and satisfied in his embrace.

#my asks #18+ #jack hughes smut #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #nhl smut

[hysteria-things]

COULD U POSSIBLY MAKE A MATT FIC BASED OFF OF THIS TIKTOK OR SONG (YOU CAN DECIDE IF U WANT IT TO BE SMUT OR NOT IF U DO MAKE ONE) https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8wp5H2t/

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MY OH MY

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you get into a pickle when you get poured on, but don’t worry… somebody comes to save you.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY, swearing, making out, p in v, ass grabbing, faux sympathy, cum eating (🙈)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,400

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: meant to post earlier but tumblr decided to close the draft without saving as i was proofreading/editing🤣

hope you enjoy @sluttyformatt :)

rain trickles down your hair to your shoes; workout clothes soaked.

you wanted to go on a late-night walk, then suddenly it started pouring out of nowhere. currently, you’re standing under a roof edge, arms crossed while you wait for your ride.

your brother isn’t around to pick you up, so your last resort was his best friend. he’s your brother’s age, who’s two years older than you. he’s known him ever since high school, yet your mother always said matt was a bad influence.

although, you do see where she’s coming from. matt was the type to always get in trouble in school, and overall he’s just a big grump. he’s only been nice to you, your brother, and of course his siblings.

headlights glow down the street, getting closer until the minivan stops in front of you. you quickly head over to it, open the door, and get in on the passenger’s side. “hi matty!” you beam. “thank you so much for picking me up. i didn’t know it was going to rain.”

he looks at you, wearing the leather jacket he’s had for as long as you can remember.

he truly doesn’t understand how you can be so happy no matter what, even if you are drenched in water. “you should’ve checked the weather before you left.” he mumbles, putting the car in drive.

“well, it was sunny all day. i didn’t expect rain. it’s okay, though. it’s like a surprise shower.” you smile, fastening the seatbelt.

“uh oh,” you say, looking through your fanny pack that you have strapped to your stomach.

he sighs, still focusing on the road. “what is it now?”

“i may or may not have left my keys home and locked myself out. nobody’s home.” you lick your teeth. “can i come to your place until my brother picks me up? pretty please, matty?”

“fine.” he inhales sharply. “and stop calling me matty.”

it’s silent as you two sit on the couch. your brother texted you saying he’ll let you know when he’s on his way, but god knows how long that’ll be. (despite it being almost midnight)

matt notices a shiver, taking his eyes off of his phone to look. your hands rub up and down your arms trying to warm up, but the chattering of your teeth indicates that it isn’t helping. “go to my room and grab one of my hoodies and pajama pants. they should be in my dresser.” he says coolly.

you smile. “it’s okay, i can wait. i’m fine.”

“put them on.” he demands. “you’re soaking wet and freezing.”

staring at him, he keeps staring back because of your silence. “go.”

you sigh like a child, getting up from the couch and walking down the hallway into his bedroom.

matt’s clothes are far too big on you, but you do feel warmer and more comfortable. his pants hang low just past your waistline. the hoodie on the other hand is long, causing the sleeves to give you sweater paws.

you sit on the chair he has in the corner, scrolling on your phone. matt can’t help but stand at the doorway, watching you.

not in a creepy way, but the fact you’re wearing his clothes has his dick reacting from the view. the way it’s too big for your body turns him to fuck on.

he cannot feel this way toward you. your his best friend’s sister, for god’s sake. but he can’t help it.

“feel better?”

you get startled by his voice. “yes, thank you.”

“told you so,” he grumbles.

rolling your eyes playfully, you stand up. “i didn’t mean to linger in here. i got distracted.”

as you start to walk by him, he grabs onto your shoulders to stop you. your breath hitches at the feeling of his rings; the way they drag down your arm makes you subconsciously clench your thighs together.

his cologne floods your nostrils, and the way he’s looking at you is different now.

he’s always been a grumpy kid and had a resting bitch face, but now he’s looking at you seductively and with need.

the hand that was on your arm now cups the front of your neck. there’s no pressure, but the fingers with no rings go over your bottom lip.

he sighs sympathetically. “it sucks that you’re off limits. i would so fuck you right now.”

your eyebrows raise high from the sudden courage he had to just blurt that out. however, you smirk.

“if you kiss me.” you shrug. “i might let it happen.”

he groans, leaning down to smash his lips on yours.

still intact, you grab his jacket and pull him in closer, your bodies moving at the same rhythm.

he starts to push you back to where the chair is, turning you 180° so he’s the one sitting in it while you straddle his lap.

your hips grind, rubbing just the right spot on not only you but him also. you smile into the kiss when you feel him hardening beneath you.

tugging at the pants you're wearing, he pulls away. “take these off.”

you shimmy them down your legs as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his bottoms down below his thighs. he grabs your hips to hover you over him, but stops and teases the tip.

you wiggle to get some friction as he smirks. “manners.”

“please.” you whine. “please let me ride your cock. i’m so fucking wet for you.”

matt sinks you slowly onto him, your walls immediately stretching to his size. “i didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth.”

you mumble something into his chest, bouncing uncontrollably on his dick. your sweater paws ball up on his biceps. your ass slaps repeatedly on his skin, the sound echoing off the walls.

he tuts, grabbing your ass and giving it a firm squeeze. “why so quiet?”

“stop.” you mewl, nuzzling your face even deeper into his body. your face is hot from embarrassment.

“is somebody embarrassed to be fucking her brother’s best friend? it looks like ms. goody-two-shoes is a little naughty.” he says lowly into your ear, causing you to start whimpering and going even faster.

it doesn’t take long for his tip to brush against the right spot “oh, fuck.” you moan, legs shaking at his sides.

“better not get this chair dirty, otherwise i’ll make you clean it,” he warns, knowing that you can’t control your orgasm.

pouting, you clench hard. of course, your release runs down his thighs and onto the seat. your eyes are glassed over while you look at him, who’s shaking his head. “you’re making a mess.”

somehow so quickly, he lifts you off of him and onto the floor. now, he’s behind you, and your cheek leans against the chair.

he again nudges at your entrance, this time you buck your hips back but he grips them tight. “clean up your mess first.”

he doesn’t ask. he orders while pushing your head down further into the cushion.

obeying, you flick your tongue onto your arousal. normally, you’d find this gross, but you’re so wet and turned on that you’ll listen to whatever he says. his presence feels like you are under a spell.

a sweet and salty taste fall on your tongue, following his instructions to a t.

a hum of approval is heard behind you. he spreads your legs wider, slamming into you with no warning.

you moan loudly, arching as much as you can in this position. “m-matt! shit, matt!” you yelp.

he grunts, taking in how well your pussy feels engulfing him.

tears threaten to spill from your eyes once they roll back, moaning loud and clear when your g-spot gets abused already.

strings of curses leave your lips, the way he’s balls deep inside of you right now have you quiver a lot. “you feel—” you pause, licking your lips and shutting your eyes tight. “so good. like… holy fucking god.”

he chuckles, placing his hand on your shoulder to drill into you harder. before you even know that it’s happening, you cum for the second time, shaking uncontrollably from the pleasure.

a deep breath later, matt makes sure to pull out and paint your back white.

“you can keep the clothes.” he says, jiggling your ass to play with it. “so you can wear them the next time i fuck you.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[pottersmiracle]

Studying

Harry Potter x Fem! Reader

warnings: fluff-harry crushing on reader-use of y/n-added in that every student has their own dorm-first kiss 🙈

summary: harry never seems to focus when he studies, until now.

a/n: kinda long but swet <3

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Harry was sitting in the library as he studied for their upcoming potion's quiz for Professor Snape's class. Harry was growing bored by the minute, every time Harry tried to doze off Hermione would notice and snap her fingers in his face or hit him with her wand. Which hurt quite a bit, and he definitely didn't want that again. But, he also just felt like he couldn't focus. He kept drowning out Ron and Hermione's constant bickering.

"Hermione can he please just take one break?" Ron pleaded noticing how tired he was. “Just watching him doze off is making me tired.”

“No Ronald! Do you really want him to fail another potions quiz and have Snape pressuring him even more? If you think he’s tired now i’d like to see him after that.” Hermione mumbled the last bit.

“She’s right Ron. I just.. need to find something to focus on so i can stay awake.” Harry said making Ron roll his eyes, “she’s always right.” Hermione hit him with her book making him groan and apologize.

Harry ignored them again, letting his eyes wander around the library. Then he saw her, y/n, the girl he’s been crushing on since their first year. They were best friends but he wanted to be more, so much more.

She noticed him almost immediately and smiled at him, he hoped she didnt notice the slight red hue on his cheeks as he smiled back at her. She said something to her friends and started walking over to him, making him instantly sit up straight.

“Hey Harry.” She said walking up with a smile. “Hey, uh, how are you?” He asked swallowing his nerves. “Better now that i’m talking to you.” She said with a smile. Now his blushing had to be noticeable after that.

He laughed and Hermione cut in, “thank goodness you’re here. You’re great at potions aren’t you? I’ve heard you in class you’re brilliant.” Y/n was taken aback at Hermione calling her a genius, Hermione was known as one of the smartest wizards of her age by most of the teachers after all.

“I’m certainly not a genius but i am fairly good at potions yes.” She answered. “Great. Could you try getting Harry to focus? Trying to get him to actually learn something is incredibly difficult.” She complained as Harry looked honestly offended.

“I can surely try.” She said laughing at Hermione’s comment. Hermione scooted over so y/n could sit across from Harry. Harry was certainly focused now and they hadn’t even started studying yet. This should be fun.

——

It had been almost an hour since y/n had sat down and started studying with Harry and Harry had already learned more from her then he had from Snape in the past 4 years. Hermione and Ron had certainly noticed that Harry was listening the whole time, and getting questions y/n asked him right.

“Students, it is now time to go back to your dormitories, the library is closed.” Professor McGonagall announced walking into the library. Y/n looked at Harry, “wanna continue this in my dorm? We only have one other chapter to go in this lesson if you’d like to finish it up.”

Harry wasn’t stupid, he wasn’t gonna say no to this. Not only was he actually learning something but he was just getting closer and closer to the girl he was in love with. “Yeah absolutely.” Harry responded. Y/n gathered the books as Harry looked at Hermione and Ron, Hermione was rolling her eyes and shaking her head with a smile, Rom subtly elbowed him and smirked at him.

“I’ll see you both tomorrow morning at breakfast yeah?” Harry said. “Yeah we’ll see you both tomorrow. Goodnight y/n!” Hermione said, waving to y/n who was putting away the books they didn’t need. “Night you two!” She responded waving back before handing Neville a book he had been waiting to read after they were finished.

——

They were in her dorm on her bed sitting across from each other. They had finished the book and was now just talking. About class, quidditch, family, anything they could think of. Harry was loving every second of it, he didn’t know that y/n was too.

As she closed the textbook to put it away, a charged tension lingered in the room. Their eyes met, and he couldn't help but stutter, "You know, this studying thing was... surprisingly enjoyable." She smirked, replying with a teasing tone, "Yeah, who knew potions could be so thrilling?" In the hushed atmosphere, their lips finally met, setting off a bomb of emotions that had been building with every exchanged glance and stolen touch during their study sessions.

After their lips parted, a gentle silence enveloped them. He chuckled nervously, breaking the quiet, "Well, that wasn't exactly studying was it." She blushed, "No, but I'd say it was more interesting." They shared a lighthearted laugh, the awkwardness fading into a newfound comfort.

He gently grabbed her hand, holding it in his as she rested her head on his shoulder, both smiling and laughing with each other.

It was perfect.

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[magicalbats]

Flesh-Devouring

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 18,177

Warnings: Afab!reader, gendered language, brat taming, forced submission, corporal punishment, non consensual spanking, public spanking, some very light fingering, over the knee spanking, paddling with a hairbrush, thigh grinding

A/N: Yes, this is a follow up to my Wriothesley Kinktober spanking fic. Did I have any business at all working on this instead of the next Kinktober prompt? NO 🙈 I’m so sorry, I just couldn’t stop thinking about this reader and Wriothesley, y’all are gonna need to forgive me for my lapse in judgment

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You really had no idea why you were entertaining this. After everything he’d put you through the last time you’d met, Wriothesley certainly didn’t deserve even so much as a polite, cursory letter of correspondence back, let alone the right to actually occupy the same space as you, and yet … here you were, wearing a dress that was nice but not too nice, standing in front of a cafe that was neither overly fancy or overly pedestrian, but something in between. You’d been adamant about picking the venue and, to your surprise, he’d easily conceded that power over to you. Further testing the waters, you’d then put your foot down about getting to choose the time you would meet at and, even more confounding, he’d given in to that demand as well. 

It was all incredibly suspicious of him, to say the very least, and you’d very nearly backed out at the last minute for fear that it was some sort of nefarious trick but the ever growing pile of missives from the Duke of Meropide had stared at you accusingly from the desk in your room until you’d finally rushed out the door just to escape them. That you’d found yourself here, at the exact meeting spot and a few minutes early, was only a coincidence, surely. You didn’t actually want to see him after he’d humiliated and abused you so terribly, but since you were already at the cafe then perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to stick around long enough to hear him out. Or so you tried to tell yourself, anyway. 

There was no denying your anxious nerves though, and you flutteringly smooth your hands over your front to iron out imaginary wrinkles that weren’t actually there. You probably should have worn something a bit more practical. Less dressy. If he got the wrong idea about you (as if he just as likely hadn’t already) and he assumed your goal today was to seduce him rather than talk about program options for inmates at the prison you were going to scream. Just really let him have it. He would have deserved it, honestly, given that less than stellar first time meeting, but the least he could do was - -

“There you are.” 

The voice is accompanied by the familiar press of a heavy palm along your waist, and you jerk back so hard you nearly give yourself whiplash. Wide eyed, you tip your head back, back, back to finally meet Wriothesley’s questioning eyes where they tower high above you. 

“Do not touch me!” You hiss, impulsively slapping his hand off you to make his brows lift in surprise. 

“Sorry I’m late?” He tries, which you would have been rather inclined to give him points for under better circumstances as none of the clocks in the vicinity had chimed the hour yet. It may not have been by much, but he wasn’t running behind despite his willingness to take the hit. 

But better circumstances would not have found you flushing profusely at just the sight of him and trying desperately to conceal it to no avail. And the spark ignited in you at the brief touch of his fingers was another matter entirely, but you make a concerted effort not to think about that as you offer up a prim little sniff. “Your tardiness is of no concern to me, your grace, but even you must know touching women inappropriately is highly frowned upon in Fontaine. I'm sure it must be easy to forget your manners when you spend so much time at the bottom of the ocean … so I’ll do my best to remind you. I trust I won’t have to call for the Gardes today?” 

You can’t quite keep the smug look off your face now, positively riding on the high of public immunity,  but it quickly fades when Wriothesley not only meets your challenging stare head on but he even allows the corner of his mouth to pull in an infuriatingly enigmatic smirk. “Not to worry, miss. I have every intention of behaving myself so long as my lovely companion in her pretty little dress does the same.” 

Giving an angry, impotent jerk when a fresh wave of fluster creeps up your neck to settle along your cheeks, you narrow your eyes up at him in warning. But he just shuffles close enough to truly loom over you now and it’s all you can do to keep your attention locked on his face instead of averting your gaze in a clear sign of defeat. You can’t quite seem to find your voice no matter how hard you attempt to locate it, though. 

Sedately bending down to your level, Wriothesley brings his face close to yours and lowers the tone of his voice when he speaks again. “I take it your last lesson is still fresh enough in your mind that you won’t need a refresher today? We certainly don’t want your nice clothes getting dirtied, do we …?” 

You choke on an incomprehensible flurry of things you wanted to say to him, but the double edged quality of your public immunity quickly makes itself apparent. Sure, he couldn’t — wouldn’t treat you as badly as he had behind the closed doors of his office when there were so many prying eyes all around you here, but that also meant you couldn’t kick up the same kind of fit or risk causing a major scene. You’d thought you were playing this smart by agreeing to meet him only on your terms but it clearly went both ways on this neutral playing field, and you have to make a concerted effort to calm yourself instead of taking the bait. 

“Indeed, your grace.” You relent as mildly toned as you can manage. “I will make every effort to remain cordial.”

“Excellent.” Nodding once, Wriothesley reaches out with a deliberate slowness — like he was dealing with a skittish cat — and your skin prickles defensively in response. But you still allow him to gently take your arm with nothing more than a twitch to show for it and that seems to please him a great deal, given the now amicable tone of his voice. “Let’s find a table and get started then. I’m sure there are a lot of things you want to talk about.” 

That was an understatement of the highest order given how many biting remarks were just at the tip of your tongue, waiting to be unleashed upon him. This was neither the time nor the place for it though, so you let him guide you around the side of the building to a quaint little patio where he proceeds to steer you straight into an unoccupied seat at the most secluded table in the far corner. It surprises you a great deal that he not only takes the time to pull your chair out but even slides it in behind you, and the fact your heart won’t stop hammering at the interior of your ribcage because of it just makes it all the more perplexing. 

Given his previous behavior Wriothesley was in absolutely no position to be acting like some kind of gentleman, and you were even less inclined to fall for it. 

Moving around to the adjacent chair, the duke claims his own seat across from you where he takes a moment to get comfortably situated before looking at you expectantly. “Alright. Where shall we begin?” 

You can’t help the suspicion that flashes across your mind. He was even willing to put the ball in your court like this? What exactly was he up to? 

“Well,” Speaking slowly, warily, you open the worn leather carry case you’d decorously sat on your lap and withdraw a hand-typed sheet of parchment paper. “I thought perhaps we could go over our other options, since you seem so sure my initial proposal won’t work. There should still be other rehabilitation methods available to us if you’ll just hear me out and - -“

His hand abruptly comes up, reaching across the table to accept the paper, and you just stare at those outstretched fingers like they were tightly coiled, hissing vipers. You couldn’t make sense of this. He actually wanted to see it? 

“May I?” Wriothesley prompts when you neither move nor speak, giving those blocky digits a little wriggle to further indicate what he wanted. Blinking owlishly, you mechanically hand the sheet off to him and watch as he reclines back in his chair to look it over. 

This really was just so … strange. His interest in what you’d had to say at your last meeting had been cursory at best and he’d summarily dismissed all the paperwork you’d brought with you after giving it nothing more than a brief glance. But now he seems to be taking his time with it, attentively scanning the page from top to bottom, and he even hums at occasional intervals as if in acknowledgement. If you didn’t know any better you would have almost thought it was an entirely different person sitting across from you now. 

“I see,” He says at length. “Some of these suggestions just aren’t viable with the way Meropide internally functions, but I think a few of them could easily be tweaked for implementation.” 

“… r - really?” 

Lowering the paper, Wriothesley once again fixes you with that largely impassive look that you just can’t quite get a good read on. “Sure. For example, I think there’s merit in giving the inmates an opportunity to develop new or existing skills that could be helpful in a potential reintegration process. It doesn’t force them to do anything or set an expectation, but it still gives them the option.” 

A long beat passes in numb silence and then you find yourself sitting up a little straighter, unable to keep the pleased smile off your face now even though you try very hard to keep it at bay. “Oh. Well. I’m glad you think so.” 

He catches you off guard with an unexpectedly genuine smile, the sapphires in his eyes dimly twinkling with what you think must be mischief. “Don’t get too excited yet. There’s still some ironing out to be done, but you did a good job taking what I said the last time and reframing it to better meet the needs of the inmates. I’m pleased to know our little chat served its purpose.” 

And just like that he’s got you huffing and puffing again, irritably digging into your bag so you wouldn’t have to look at that smug face of his any longer. He was beyond infuriating, easily the most contemptible man you’d ever had the misfortune of meeting, and yet … you just can’t seem to stop smiling. You were undeniably happy that he seemed to be taking you seriously this time and had even praised you for your efforts to revamp the proposal to better suit his liking. Even if he did insist on sneaking in those smarmy jabs every once in a while it couldn’t truly take away from what felt like a victory on your part. 

You spend the next two hours discussing everything with him over a seemingly never ending supply of tea and diminutive finger sandwiches he’d insisted on ordering for the two of you to share even when you’d likewise insisted you weren’t at all peckish. Wriothesley was very strange indeed and you weren’t sure if you would go so far as to call it chivalry, at least not in any polite sense, but he did seem to have a soft spot for his inmates. That warmed you to his presence slightly, helped you relax and find a common ground with him that made you feel much better about potentially working with him in the future. It seemed like as long as both of you stayed focused on the topic of lifestyle enrichment for the prisoners you could get along. 

But of course it was not meant to last, and the first real hiccup you run into is when he insists on paying for your half of the tab. You make a valiant effort not to cause a scene in front of the poor waiter who nervously shifts his eyes between you and the duke, but he doesn’t even have the grace to look at you when he shoots down your insistence that you could pay for yourself. Your temper starts to spike at the dismissive wave of his hand, and you give into the urge to glare at him across the table. 

“My lord, your generosity is appreciated but not needed. I assure you I won’t go bankrupt paying for my drink and the sandwiches I ate.” Not giving him a chance to respond, you jerk your attention up at the young man making a discrete effort to shuffle away from the table. “Please split the bill for us.”

“No, just one tab will do.” Wriothesley cuts in, sending you a slow look of warning that just leaves you bristling even more. “It would be remiss of me to make a young lady pay for the lunch I invited her to. I’m sure our young friend here would agree.” 

The waiter nods his head in agreement when the duke inclines his chin towards him and, much to your sinking dread, he promptly pivots as if to walk away. Impulsively, you lurch half out of your seat to snag his arm and stop him, surprising a yelp out of the poor boy. 

“Hold on a minute! Don’t I have a say in this? If I want to pay for it I should be able to or isn’t that — isn’t it just the same as misogyny or something?” 

The boy looks appropriately horrified. “O - oh?” 

“Miss,” Wriothesley intones sharply, and the edge in his voice immediately sends a violent shudder racing up your spine. It was a bit too similar to the way he’d talked to you back in his office for you to associate it with anything other than getting dragged over his knee and your cheeks burn furiously even as you clutch at the waiter's arm even more tightly. Thrumming with nerves, you turn your head to find him pinning you with a very unamused frown. “I suggest you let him go and sit back down. There’s no reason to make such a fuss over lunch. I’ll pay for it, and that’s the end of it.” 

You share a quick glance with the boy whose expression mirrors your own look of flustered uncertainty. “But - but I can pay for it - -“ 

“Sit down. Now.” 

Quickly doing just that, you neatly fold your hands in your lap with your eyes kept firmly downcast so you could avoid having to look at him. You weren’t even sure if you could meet his gaze at that moment when it felt like you were moments away from vibrating right through the very fabric of time and space if you quaked any harder but … but it was kind of hard not to be affected by it when only three weeks had gone by since the last time you’d gotten on his bad side. Your ass had only just finished recovering from its first encounter with his hand and you didn’t want to experience it again, if you could help it. 

Clearly relieved, the waiter beats a hasty retreat from the table and the two of you sit there in terse silence for a painfully long, drawn out moment in which your heart threatens to slam right out of your chest. Then, at length, Wriothesley finally draws a clipped breath. “I thought you said you were going to behave yourself.” 

You swallow. Hard. “And I thought you were going to respect me as an autonomous person this go around.”

A pregnant pause. “Is that what your problem is? You think I’m, what? Being a controlling chauvinist or something?” 

If your face were to get any hotter you probably could have fried an egg on it. “Is that not exactly how you’ve acted thus far, your grace? Gentlemen in polite society don’t usually treat women like children.” 

“Oh, I’d beg to differ.”

You snap your head up with a viscous look — but the waiter returns, giving you a cautiously wide breadth as he walks over to Wriothesley’s side to present him with the check. Those deep, deep blue eyes steadily regard you for another moment longer before finally dragging away from you to look at the bill. Left with no other choice you just sit there, stewing in your anger while he amicably apologizes to the young man and passes him a handful of mora plus a little extra which he tells him to keep for himself. The harangued lad is nothing but appreciative, and they exchange a few more words of thanks between them while your blood pressure just continues to climb and climb, and climb. 

You couldn’t believe him! To treat you as he had in the privacy of his office was one thing but this was something else entirely! The very last thing you’d wanted was to find yourself indebted to the Duke of Meropide in any capacity, least of all when your understanding with him was already so tentative and fragile. You’d thought you could work with him as long as you kept things professional and limited to the greater goal both of you clearly shared, but evidently that was not meant to be. Even after the horrible way he’d humiliated you the last time you’d still been willing to partner with him for the sake of a greater good and this was how he chose to reward your willingness to put aside the disrespect you’d already suffered at his hands once before? 

Why did he not understand how consistently infantilizing and insensitive his treatment towards you was? 

Right on the verge of erupting, you wait until he turns to look at you again once the waiter has scurried off with a final, nervous glance in your direction, and you pull yourself up to your full height with a stilted breath. “Thank you for your generous kindness today, your grace. I’m leaving.” 

His brows lift at your sudden proclamation, head tipping back slightly when you find your feet in a quick rush. “You’re serious?” 

“Very much so.” It takes every ounce of willpower you possess not to scream at him as you carelessly stuff your paperwork back inside your bag, barely stopping long enough to secure the latch in place before stomping away from the table. The scrape of his chair against the cobblestone is soon followed by the heavy thump of his boots catching up to you alarmingly fast. You don’t think he’s hurrying after you or anything, his legs are simply much too long for him to need to, but that doesn’t quite stop your skin from crawling with a sudden rush of goosebumps. You had to get away from him. 

Quickly, before he tried another stunt like the last time. 

“I’m not interested in hearing anything further, I’m afraid.” You call back, positively hating the way your voice warbles slightly when you pick up your pace. 

You were on the main road now and almost at a full blown sprint when a heavy hand abruptly snags your arm, pulling you back with a frightened squawk. Eyes wide and just a pinch more fearful than you would have liked, you jerk your attention up to look at him. 

“Just hold your horses,” He murmurs, gentle yet insistent in the way he tugs you around to stand in front of him. “I think I’ve got a pretty good read on you at this point so I understand why you’re acting like this, but I assure you it’s nothing to get so upset about. I didn’t pay for lunch because I don’t think you’re perfectly capable of doing it yourself. I just did it because it was the right thing to do, and I wanted to do it. That’s all.” 

“Why?” You whisper, unable to find the strength to speak any louder than that when you were looking up at him like this. “Why did you feel so inclined even after I told you I didn’t want that? Is it because you’re a big, strong man and I’m just a weak woman you get to push around?” 

An odd look crosses his face, but you have no idea what to make of it. You can never seem to get a good grasp on his body language no matter how closely you study it. “That is not what I think at all, miss. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders but sometimes you really let your emotions get the better of you. And before you say it, no, I don’t mean it like that. If you were a man I’d say the exact same thing. You do realize how carried away you get, don’t you?” 

“Carried away?” You echo him, disbelief coloring your voice. “You - you are positively incorrigible, do you know that? I’m not sure where you get off acting like I don’t have perfectly good reason to be wary of you when you’ve done nothing but torture me with your presence every time we’ve met!” 

“Sorry to disappoint, but that’s not what I get off on.” 

Heat races up your neck to settle in your face, making you choke and sputter indignantly until you finally manage to find your voice again. “I think I have a pretty good idea what you like, and you should be ashamed of yourself!” You snap with an accompanying tug on your captured arm. “Let me go. I’ve had more than my fill of you for one day.” 

“No, I don’t think I will.” 

“Wha — unhand me this instant, you damned brute! Don’t make me call for the Gardes. I already told you I would and I wasn’t bluffing!” 

Easily holding you in place when you try to scuttle away, Wriothesley bends to bring his mouth close to your ear and the sudden, hot puff of breath against your skin instantly makes you freeze in place. “Unless you want me to give you a good swat right here in the middle of the street, I’d suggest you calm down.” 

You absolutely hate the way you shudder fiercely in his grasp, fighting back a whimper at the lingering spectral ache that tingles across your backside. You couldn’t do this again. Couldn’t afford to let him get the upper hand here, not now when you had the safety of public immunity on your side. You still had the advantage in this situation, even if it didn’t really feel like it. “You can’t do that … you’ll be arrested.” 

“Is that so?” He drawls, quite clearly unconcerned at the prospect, and you forcibly swallow the nerves threatening to choke you. 

“I’ll file a report …” 

“Perhaps you should.” 

Noising a breathless, frightened little animal sound, you shoot him a deeply frazzled look but his expression remains as impassive as ever. What the hell was he even thinking? “You’re not immune from the law.” You try again, quaking in his hold. “Neither your status nor your … nor your job description will give you impunity. You’ll have to stand before the honorary Iudex and explain yourself to him.” 

“Ah, well. Wouldn’t be the first time.” Ignoring your startled sound of confusion, Wriothesley straightens up again and gives your arm a gentle nudge. “Come. Before I take you home there’s something I need to tend to first.” 

“Wha —“ Reeling, you stumble and almost trip when he shifts into motion, dragging you along for the first few steps until you get your jelly filled legs under control and reluctantly fall in line with him. It’s not like you really had much choice in the matter. “Are you completely out of your mind? There’s no way I’m letting you anywhere near my house! I can take care of myself just fine, your grace!” 

“Oh, I don’t doubt that. But I’m not asking.” 

The noise that comes out of you sounds suspiciously like the whistle of a tea kettle moments before it reaches boiling point. You give your arm a fitful yank as discreetly as you can manage when you realize there are a few people staring over at the two of you with curious, somehow accusatory looks, but he won’t let you go and it quickly becomes apparent that, short of flinging yourself onto the ground like a fussy toddler, you were just going to have to go along with it. He was sorely mistaken if he thought you were going to lead him right to where you lived though, and nothing he said was going to change that. You’d sooner throw yourself into the vast waters of Fontaine without a life preserver before you ever even entertained the notion! 

And that is precisely how you hit the second hiccup of the day. 

Wriothesley guides you by the arm down the road, across a side street, up a short lane and then right into a cramped little alley that stops at a deadend on the far side. Your heart positively flatlines when you see it and you desperately try to dig your heels in to stop the forward motion as he pulls you straight towards it but there’s no stopping him. He’s too big, too strong, and all you can do is choke on a frightened little sound when he steps right up to the wall and then turns, expertly juggling your arm from the iron hold of one hand into the other. The static electricity that shoots through you at the first creeping suspicion of what he planned to do makes your skin prickle with a fresh wave of horror, and you immediately dance up on your toes as if to escape the swing of his palm. 

“Wait, wait, wait! You can’t do this. Not here. We’re in public! If someone sees — no, even if no one sees it isn’t that still a bit much? Don’t you think you’re taking this too far, your grace? I mean, I thought you said this wasn’t what gets you off, right?” You offer up a nervous, borderline hysterical laugh as if to ease some of the tension in the cramped alley. “Besides, didn’t you say you had something to tend to? An errand, isn’t it? You need to do something - something elsewhere, don’t you? If it’s groceries you need to pick up, I’d be happy to accompany you …” 

He silently regards you for a prolonged, incredibly nerve wracking moment before slowly leaning forward and you can’t quite stop the terrified squeak that bursts out of you when he grabs a much too tight, pinching handful of your backside. Blocky fingers dig into soft flesh hard enough to make you hiss and rock up in a blithe attempt to escape it but he just follows you with his hand, giving the meat of your behind a sharp jostle as he turns to press his mouth to your hair. 

“What I need to tend to is this bratty ass of yours. I’m not entirely sure why you act this way yet but we’ll get to the bottom of it soon enough. I’m going to give you some incentive now, and then take you home so I can finish teaching you how to behave and you’re going to stand there and take it like a big girl, aren’t you?” 

You sway unsteadily in his hold, thoughtlessly dropping your bag so you can lift your uncaptured arm to brace a numb hand against the wall. What were you even supposed to say to that? And never mind the fast pumping adrenaline of fear and remembered pain suddenly pumping through your system, why on earth were you starting to feel tingly all over as if … almost as if you were excited?

That couldn’t be, though. It couldn’t. 

There was simply no way he’d unlocked something so perverse and dangerously immoral in you the last time he decided to play this nasty game. You didn’t like it — gods, you barely even liked him! You didn’t, didn't, didn’t, didn’t - - 

“Little miss,” He abruptly intones, snapping you back to reality with a sharp, haggard gasp. “When I ask you a question I expect an answer.” 

“Y - yes, sir.” You blurt, dull surprise washing over you at your own obedience. What was happening to you? 

“That’s better, but what are you telling me ‘yes’ to?” 

You blink owlishly at the wall. Couldn’t seem to tear your gaze away from it, like you were in a trance. “I … I’ll stand here. Like a good girl.”

Drawing a slow, stilted breath, Wriothesley finally lets up on your ass in favor of rubbing over the fleshy swell through the now wrinkled back of your dress. His palm is broad and rough even through his fingerless gloves, and you sensitively shiver at the contact. “You know that means no screaming. No crying. No carrying on like a child, as if you haven’t earned a much needed correction for yourself carrying on the way you have. You wouldn’t want someone to come running just to find you getting your butt spanked, would you?”

“… no, sir.” 

“Good.” His hand abruptly retreats only to come cracking back down with a blinding swat! and you jerk forward at the impact, sputtering on a half realized shriek. “Today we’ll be working on your ability to accept what you're given and show gratitude for it. I want you to thank me this time instead of counting, is that understood?” 

Still wincing at the lingering sting of that first hit, you draw a slow, shuddering breath and lean your forehead against the wall. You couldn’t believe this was really happening again any more than you could believe your willing compliance on the matter. Surely there had to be something very wrong with you to be acting this way.  “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” 

Swat! 

“Eek! Thank you, sir …” 

“Good girl,” He murmurs, giving your arm a brief tug to pull you closer to his side as he shifts to truly loom over you now. You whimper when you feel his hand cock back, preparing for the next swing, but it doesn’t immediately come. Instead, his mild tone drifts over you again like a warm, prickling mist. “Spread your legs a little bit for me and lean into the wall. Come on. I know it’s hard to do right now but it’ll be much easier on you this way. I’ve got you … that’s it. Just like that. You’re already being so good for me now.” A sudden snort of laughter from him makes you twitch. “I had a feeling this was exactly what you’d need as soon as you walked into my office. Glad to see I was right about that.” 

Screwing your eyes shut against that soft praise, you anxiously shudder and squirm in place when every single nerve ending in your body seems to vibrate with the lingering anticipation of when the next hit would come. What a tortuous feeling. You didn’t like it, you didn’t. 

“Thank you, sir …” 

Swat! 

You groan at not only the burning sting but also the way your ass jiggles from the force of the hit, somehow humiliating you even further and driving the hurt home. It doesn’t take long for you to figure out why he’d wanted you to bend forward. The crease of your sit spot already felt like it was on fire from just that one slap and he hadn’t been able to strike it when you were holding yourself straight and stiff as a board. Now, though, he’s free to pepper the tender area with quick, rapid fire strikes to leave you trembling against the wall, gasping each time his hand makes contact. 

“Ow! Thank you, sir … eek! Ooh - oh! Nnghnn, thank you, sir! Nghn! T - thank you, sir …” 

“Excellent. You’ve really taken to this like a duck to water, haven’t you?” He drawls, still bringing his palm down across your shuddering ass again and again, and again. Completely at ease and frustratingly collected about the whole thing, as if this wasn’t even affecting him at all. “Tell me, little miss. Have you received many spankings before?” 

“N - no, sir … ahhn! Thank you, sir! Yeow! Ow, ow, ow, thank you, sir!” 

Wriothesley hums in consideration, barely heard over the intense pounding in your ears. “That’s interesting. I didn’t think so, of course, but,” Swat! “It’s still of a certain interest to me. You’re surprisingly obedient for someone with so much attitude.” Swat! “You wouldn’t happen to be enjoying this, would you?” 

You go ramrod stiff, eyes widening to the approximate size of dinner plates, but then the next slap comes and you lurch with a wounded grunt. Your head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton now as you ever so slowly turn your head against the wall to look in the opposite direction so he couldn’t see your face. You weren’t exactly sure what kind of expression you were making when you felt so hot and flustered, and jittery, but you were certain you’d wither away to nothing if he looked directly at you right now. 

“O - of course not, don’t be ridiculous! I hate it almost as much as I hate you!” 

Wriothesley barks out a sudden laugh. “Is that so? You know there’s a way to check, don’t you?” 

Stiffening, you go so utterly still you think you’ve forgotten how to breathe. In fact, you’re certain you have, given the way your heart sputters and skips a harrowing series of beats. It makes your lungs constrict painfully tight and, at last, when you start to grow dizzy, you force yourself to draw a thick, suffocating inhale. He couldn’t be serious … 

“What are you talking about?” He couldn't be serious …

“I’m sure I don’t have to explain it to you.” He couldn’t be serious … “Shall I check?” He couldn’t be serious … “But I hope you know if I find out you’re lying you’ll be in even more trouble.” He couldn’t be serious …

He could not be serious! 

His calloused fingers slipping under the back of your dress snap you out of your horrified trance with all the lurching force of a sack of bricks and you gasp — no, you heave so hard it feels like your soul is slipping right out of your throat. You jerk upright so suddenly and so fast you actually stumble and start to collapse in a tangle of noodly legs but the hand gripping your arm just bodily hauls you back up again to shove you flush against the wall. You think you would have screamed at that very moment, damn the consequences, but you can’t quite seem to pull enough oxygen into your lungs to accomplish it. All you can do is blubber hysterically as he pins you flat by pressing into the back of your shoulder, applying enough force to bring you up on your tip toes, while his other hand indelicately bullies its way up between your legs to cup your pussy through the thin layer of your panties. 

You jolt at the contact and go still again, panting excessively for as short as that brief struggle had lasted, and Wriothesley noises a quiet sound before carefully curling his fingers back. The blunt tips of them press into you, stiltedly rubbing over the lips of your cunt with slow, indescribably heavy passes that make you tremble wildly. You can’t quite seem to get a hold on it no matter how hard you try to stop it though, your teeth clenching tight enough to hurt when he twists his hand so he can slip those long digits into the leg hole of your underwear. A flood of tears pricks at your eyes when he finds your slit again and starts to press in, but he doesn’t have to go very far before finding sticky slick waiting for him. 

“I knew it.” He announces without much aplomb or intonation to clue you in on his thoughts. Archons, what an insufferable man. 

“Are you satisfied?” You practically spit, as furious with him as you were with yourself. 

“Quite. And you? Are you satisfied?” His tone drops an octave lower to accompany the slow, teasing glide of his fingers through your cunt, tracing from the back up to the front while pointedly avoiding any real pleasure inducing spots along the way. It makes you quietly seethe and hiss, straining against the hand keeping you against the wall, but it’s no use. He’s got you trapped. 

“What do I possibly have to be satisfied about?” 

“Well, you’ve earned yourself another paddling, for starters.” 

Your entire body seizes at that and, noising an incoherent blubber, you finally twist your head back around to look up at him with big, wet eyes. “W - wait, you don’t mean that - -“ 

“I do. I’m very sincere, in fact. Not only have you lied to me but you even continued to lie after I gave you a chance to make a better decision. You have to know that’s not acceptable, don’t you?” 

Blatant confusion marches across your face and then camps there, drawing your mouth into a warbling frown. Seeing this, Wriothesley allows his own to curl in a small, taunting little smirk that just sets every single alarm bell in your head off all at once. Whatever he was about to say, you weren’t going to like it … 

“You didn’t really think I had no idea, did you? Come on. I had you spread you out over my lap without anything covering this cute pussy of yours. Just because I was mainly focused on your ass, that doesn’t mean I was oblivious to everything else going on at the time.” 

Try as you might, you just couldn’t make any sense of it. “But … but - -“

“But?”

You swallow. Very, very hard. “But … but you — you didn’t say anything?” 

“Was I supposed to?” 

“That’s not what I mean and you know it! I swear, you are absolutely, positively, irredeemably - -“

“Yes, yes, you hate me. I’m sure we’ve already covered that.” Breathing out a stiff sigh, Wriothesley finally relents and withdraws his fingers from your cunt. You can’t quite manage to bite back the whimper that rises in your throat at the loss, but he pays it little mind and instead busies himself with casually gathering up the back of your dress. “If you want the truth of it, I very strongly considered acting on it then too. I thought about it a lot, actually, but then I regretted not doing anything besides rubbing cream on your sore bottom and sending you on your way. Why do you think I mailed off that first letter to you the very next day? And the one after that when you didn’t respond, and the one after that?” 

“You - you were hoping for this to happen?” You squeak, trying in vain to twist away when he hikes your skirt up around your waist and cool air wafts against the hot burn throbbing across your ass. 

Whimpering, you try to reach back with your free hand to yank it back down or at least cover yourself from anyone that might be walking past the open lip of the alley in the seemingly far distance, but you don’t quite make it that far. Suddenly releasing his hold on your shoulder, Wriothesley quickly snakes it around your middle and locks your arm to your side in the process, too fast for you to properly react. A flood of protests erupt from your mouth as he tucks you in tight against him so he can hold you in place just like that no matter how hard you squirm. He then takes his time casually juggling the bulk of your dress into his other hand before reaching back down to grasp your panties which he slowly pulls up on to make the fabric ride up and press into you. Potent, swimming embarrassment makes you feel dizzy with it while he nudges the cotton until the swell of both cheeks slips out from the bottom to leave you vulnerable and exposed. The skin feels hot and splintery against the air, and you grimace when he smooths his palm over it to really rub it in. 

“I wouldn’t say I was hoping for this specific situation to happen,” He drawls in that perpetually unapologetic tone of his. “But I did want to see you again, yes. I’d thought I might try to woo you and make up for how our first meeting went in the process but you’re certainly a stubborn little thing, aren’t you? Not that I’m disappointed, mind you. This suits me just as well too.” 

You waver at that, whimpering softly at the implication. “Is that the only reason, your grace?” 

Pausing, Wriothesley just lets his massive hand rest across your ass for a long moment while you try to blink back the sudden onslaught of tears making your eyes turn misty. At length, he draws a carefully controlled breath. “No. That’s not the only reason. We can talk about it more in depth later but … I really would like a chance to woo you, if you’d be kind enough to let me.” 

You very nearly burst out in hysterical laughter at that. What an absurd thing to say when he had you pinned and immobile against his side, the back of your dress crudely hiked around your waist and your underwear meanly pulled up to expose your red bottom to all of Fontaine. It was ludicrous and insane, and unthinkable, and preposterous, and — and - - 

He didn’t really mean that … did he? 

An abrupt, halfhearted swat to the meat of your ass startles you back to reality with a soft yelp. “Don’t go drifting off on me now, little miss. You still need to show me you know how to give appreciation for the things I give you. I didn’t forget that last one.” 

Your cheeks burn somehow even hotter at that reminder. You had indeed let it slip your mind and you were quite tempted to tell him exactly where he could shove his thanks but you were a bit too caught up in the pitter patter skipping across your chest to truly fight it. His methods were the very definition of crazy but you couldn’t exactly deny that they were working. Damn him. 

Breathing deep to calm yourself, you let it out with a slow, shuddering exhale. “I’m sorry, sir. I won’t forget again.”

Wriothesley presses his mouth to your hair and murmurs a quiet, “good girl” that makes you go cross eyed from how intensely you shake because of it. You feel the shift of his arm but you don’t even have the presence of mind to ask him to wait. 

Swat! Right across the bare strip of your ass. 

“Nnghn! T - thank you, sir!” Swat! “Thank you, sir! Oh - oooh, nnghah! Thank you, sir!” Swat! “Hahhn! Ahh! Thank you, sir … nghn! Thank you, sir …” Swat! 

Wheezing, you hang limply in his ironclad hold now, only having the strength left to jerk at the impact of his hand and twitch from time to time as the prickling heat gradually spreads and strengthens over your defenseless backside. Same as the last time, Wriothesley falls into an easy, steady rhythm that alternates between both cheeks, pausing only long enough for you to speak and then immediately cracking down on the opposite side. It doesn’t take long for your bottom to start throbbing in hot, attention grabbing pulses that make you feel woozy with whatever trance comes over you whenever he strikes you like this. You don’t understand it — aren’t even really sure if you wanted to understand it at this point — but the Duke of Meropide is true to his word, and he maintains his unfaltering hold on you even when your legs slowly turn into limp, shuddering noodles under you. 

Over and over, and over again, he spanks you until the world seems to spin around you at a nauseating pace, but your voice keeps you grounded and present in the moment. You couldn’t escape the blistering sting of his hand in any capacity, not mentally and certainly not physically, so the only thing you can do is simply accept it. Not just the punishing bite of his palm striking the same tender spot repeatedly but him, specifically, too. The greater point of this lesson was not lost on you but you did almost wish it could have been accomplished a different way. Perhaps if you weren’t always so stubborn …

“Ohh! T - thank you, sir!” You seethe, squirming against the mind numbing sting, but the next strike doesn’t come though. So lost under the intoxicating medley of endorphins and adrenaline, you actually start to wonder if you’d actually thanked him out loud or if you’d only done so in your head. Panting raggedly, you swallow down a mouthful of air and then try again. “Thank you, sir …” 

“Don’t worry, I heard you the first time.” He murmurs, the note of humor in his voice inspiring a fresh shudder in your aching body when he gives your hip an approving pat. “You did well, little miss. No screaming, no crying … how’s your bottom feel?” 

Rather cruelly, Wriothesley drags his palm over the throbbing swell of your ass, and you tense up in his hold with a sharp hiss. “It feels wonderful, sir.” 

He actually laughs at that — a real, genuine laugh that leaves you reeling and so surprised you can only blink in wide eyed disbelief as he carefully untangles himself from you so he can get you settled on your feet again. “That’s what I like to hear. You’re never going to lose that sharp tongue, are you?” He looks at you steadily, big hands cradling your hips to give you another moment longer to recover without needing to worry about falling over, and you just look back at him in perplexed silence. 

Slowly bringing your arm up, you wipe at the evidence of tears on your hot face, and maybe just a tiny little bit of snot too. You would be glad for a wet rag when you got home. “I'm afraid not.” 

“Good. I like a girl with sass.” His smile edges into sly mischief territory, pinning you with a clear look of challenge. “I’ll never run out of excuses to keep punishing you so long as you keep that up.” 

Sniffing primly, as if you hadn’t just gotten your ass beat, you offer him a flat, unamused scowl. “Yes, well, I really wish you hadn’t pulled on my underwear like that. So unnecessary.” With a click of your tongue, you start to reach back with every intention of tugging them back down into place, but he reaches out to snag your arm before you can follow through. 

“No, leave it.” 

You sputter indignantly. “I beg your pardon?” 

“I said leave it like that. It’ll give you something to think about on the way home every time your dress brushes against your sore bottom, and keep you in suspense for the second part of your punishment.” 

“… you were serious?” 

“Terribly.” 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

You could not believe you were doing this. 

You absolutely, positively could not believe you were doing this! 

Stealing a quick, surreptitious glance over your shoulder, you find Wriothesley right where you left him just a second ago. Standing at the foot of the stairs that lead into your small, cramped little flat in the city, one hand holding your leather bag at his side and the other expectantly braced on his hip while he patiently waited for you to get it into gear and unlock the door. A fresh rush of nervous anxiety crashes into you all at once, and you whip back around to fiddle with the key some more. 

Dear archons above, you couldn’t believe you were actually doing this! 

Not only had you blithely accepted your fate and taken him straight to your home like a good, obedient pet, but you’d even been naive enough to find yourself somewhat excited to have him there on the way over. Even the constant throbbing that encompassed your poor bottom was not enough to distract from the eager pitter patter you’d felt in your chest but now that it was really happening and the full weight of the situation was bearing down upon you, you were suddenly consumed by a smothering sense of fear. What exactly was he going to do to you once he got you inside? Was he really planning on spanking you some more? Paddling you? What if he expected you to have sex with him after that brief exchange back in the alley? 

Oh, bless the seven, what kind of horrible mistake had you made? 

“Do you need any help?” He calls behind you, almost startling you enough to make you drop your key. 

“No, no! Everything’s under control! Nothing to be concerned about!” You titter nervously and fumble to get the key inserted into the lock but your shaking hands keep missing and it felt like you were right on the brink of a full blown panic attack. Far be it that you were in any position to actually understand anything about this contemptible man but you were really going to have to make an effort to figure out what exactly it was that came over you every time you crossed paths with him, because now that it was faded to a mere afterthought you were a jittery mess. 

It was almost like … almost like he was drugging you, the effects so calming and soothing that your mind couldnt help but recede to a narrow pinpoint that consisted entirely of Wriothesley, his hands on you and the pain making your body sing. But he’d never had a chance to slip you anything. You’d declined having any tea in his office, and you hadn’t left your drink alone even once back at the cafe. So then what the hell was it? 

He’s suddenly leaning over you, beefy chest brushing against your shoulder, and you jolt so hard you really do drop your key this time. “Eek! What are you doing?” 

Sending you a slow, mild look of questioning, Wriothesley sedately bends down to retrieve it from your feet and then straightens back up to his full, towering height again. “I’m helping you. Relax. You’re going to pop a blood vessel one day, getting yourself so worked up.” 

Ignoring your indignant sputtering, he reaches around you to soundly insert the key into the lock on the first try, giving it a good turn to make the inner mechanism give way. He turns back to you with a vaguely pleased smile and you narrow your eyes at him in warning, holding out your hand to accept the key which he deposits neatly into your palm. You close your fist around it as he gestures you in first and, nose in the air, you huff your way inside with as much dignity as you can muster. 

The sound of his heavy boots thumping after you and the subsequent swing, click and turning lock of the door quickly sobers you though, and you fretfully glance around the main room. You weren’t exactly slovenly but it would have been nice to have some warning that he would be coming over beforehand so you could have cleaned. Your morning coffee cup was still sitting out on the table and - - 

“Nice place.” 

You subtly twitch at the sound of his voice. “I’m sure it’s nothing compared to what you’re used to, your grace.” 

Noising a noncommittal sound, Wriothesley wanders further into the flat, depositing your bag onto the table when he passes by it and then he pauses at the threshold of the small kitchen where he turns to look back at you. “May I?” 

“Knock yourself out.” You murmur, crossing your arms somewhat defensively. He ducks his head in a brief nod and then promptly disappears into the next room where you can hear him walking around what sounds like the whole perimeter. Brow quirked, you curiously trail after him only to find the Duke of Meropide himself inspecting the contents of your icebox. “Are you looking for something?” 

“I wanted to see if you had something that could be used as a substitute salve for your bottom. Cryo slime condensate and some mint should work well enough in a pinch, but …” 

He trails off in thought and you can’t quite help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. “Didn’t come prepared then, I take it?” 

He closes the lid on the icebox and sends you a meaningful look across the room. “Don’t worry, I won’t make the same mistake again.” 

This time you do laugh. “Awfully presumptuous of you to assume there will even be a next time, don’t you think?” 

Wriothesley hums a sound that could mean any number of things or nothing at all, giving the kitchen a final look over before breezing right past you back out into the main room. Bewildered, you quickly trail after him hot on his heel. 

“I mean, just look at the situation! Don’t you think this is all a little odd from my perspective? You said you wanted to woo me but you’ve certainly done a banger job of that so far and more to the point — wait!” 

You scramble forward, hands desperately reaching out to grab him when you realize he’s turning straight into the bathroom, but you’re a fraction of a second too late. Rounding the doorway with your heart lodged in your throat, you come face to face with a scene straight from your worst nightmares. A handful of your brassieres, some plain and cotton, others lacy and ruffled, hanging out to dry over the clawfoot tub, right out in the open. 

And that was to say absolutely nothing of the panties hanging from the dainty drying rack right next to them!

“You fiend! Don’t look!” You scramble to get around him so you can reach up and frantically wrench a handful of your unmentionables loose, clutching them protectively to your chest, but the sound of his laughter gives you pause. You can practically feel steam coming out of your ears as you turn your head to glare daggers at him, knowing he would’ve dropped dead on the spot if only looks could kill. 

“Cute.” Is all he says before turning on his heel and strolling right back out, leaving you standing there in your gaping confusion. 

“What the — hey! Wait a second!” 

Very nearly tripping over your own feet, you lurch after him but this, too, is much too late to stop. You watch him swing your bedroom door open like he owned the place, disappearing inside without a second thought, and you come dashing in behind him just a second later. 

Quickly inserting yourself between him and the rest of the room, you furiously throw your lingerie down on the floor and put your hands on your hips. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” You demand, breathing a little heavier than you would’ve liked. “You’re a guest here, not the damned landlord! You can’t just waltz in here and start showing yourself around! What are you even looking for? I don’t have anything of worth if you’re thinking about trying to rob me!” 

A bemused look settles across his face, sapphire eyes dancing with obvious mirth. “You know better than that.” 

“At this point I’m not so sure anymore, your grace … somehow every time we meet I just find myself caught up in a whirlwind and I can’t make any sense of it. I don’t understand you.” 

The last part is barely more than a whisper but his expression softens again, in as much as it ever does. With a deliberate slowness, like he was dealing with a terribly skittish animal, Wriothesley carefully steps closer and brings his arms up as if to pull you in against him. You twitch, instinctively tensing up, but you grudgingly allow him to gather you up against the firm wall of his body. It reminds you of the last time in his office and your mildly sore behind gives a muted throb at the lingering memory even as you breathe out a terse breath. Slowly, you start to relax against him. He certainly did smell nice … 

“Forgive my poor manners. I did not mean to invade your privacy, little miss.” He tells you softly, matching the quiet intimacy of the bedroom and pulling you further under his damnable spell. “I only wanted to see how you lived so I could better understand you. You’re not the easiest person to get a read on either, you know.” 

You want to prickle defensively at that — know you should — but you can’t quite seem to find the strength to be upset anymore. Hesitantly, you bring your hands up to clutch at his waistcoat with hands that feel incredibly small against him. Dainty, even. “Did you mean it?” 

“Hm?” His burly arms give you a lingering squeeze, one of his hands stiltedly rubbing over your back, and it makes you shudder against him. 

“What you said earlier … about wanting to woo me?” 

“Ah. You’re still thinking about that.” Chuckling quietly, Wriothesley shifts against you and you feel him tip his head back, speaking up at the ceiling now. “I did. I may be a no good scoundrel and a brute, but I wouldn’t tell you something like that if I didn’t mean it. I think you’re a lovely young lady, even if you are a pushy, hardheaded brat half the time. A pretty face and the smarts to match … a cute butt,” His hand slides lower, curling over the swell of your bottom to give it a taunting pinch, making you whimper at the reignited ache in the skin. “And a cute pussy, too. You’re the whole package as far as I can tell. Though, I do suppose we’ve done things a bit out of order, haven’t we?” 

You shake your head, face buried in the lower half of his thick chest. “You are certainly a scoundrel, you’re right about that.” 

Dragging his hand back up, Wriothesley takes your hips and starts to gently nudge you back. “Come, let’s sit.” 

You almost fall for it, so caught up in the hazy shroud that seems to befall you every single time he touches you, but then you abruptly remember what’s behind you. The bed. The one and only chair in the bedroom was in front of the desk, on the opposite wall. Your heart instantly slams into overdrive and you jerk back in his hold with a ragged gasp, hands coming up to shove at him. “No!” 

To your great relief he actually stops at the near hysterical edge in your voice, giving you a funny look even as he cautiously releases his hold on you so he can lift his arms in surrender. “I’m sorry. Just calm down. Can you tell me what’s wrong?” 

You would’ve liked to breathe out a sigh, glad that he was, for whatever reason, taking you seriously now, but you were a bit too jittery with nerves to draw a full breath for that. Instead, you just offer up a tittering laugh and try to wave it off. “Of course nothings wrong. It’s fine. Really. I just don’t want to sit right now, that’s all. Still so many things to do!” 

It feels like your face is on fire as you quickly duck around him to make a beeline for the door so you can get out of here and put some much needed space between the two of you, but Wriothesley stops you with a gentle yet firm hand on your elbow. Whimpering softly, you make a valiant attempt to twist out of his hold but as usual his grip on you is as good as iron and you soon find yourself pulled right back around to face him. 

“That was a rather big reaction for it being nothing. I’m sure I could figure it out for myself in due time, but I’d greatly appreciate you being honest with me now so I don’t make the same mistake again going forward.”

“It’s nothing …” 

Wriothesley outright scoffs at that. “Pardon my language, little miss, but that’s bullshit. I’ve never heard you sound like that before, not even when I took that brush to your behind in my office. If I thought you were simply being dramatic or acting up I wouldn’t humor it but that’s not what’s going on here … is it?”

You don’t immediately answer, not quite sure what to say or how to say it, and at length he draws an infinitely patient breath. 

“I could probably guess,” He says almost thoughtfully, like he already had a sneaking suspicion. “Is it the bed? Are you scared of being in here alone with me?” 

Keeping your eyes downcast and firmly locked on the toes of your shoes, you give a slow nod in response. Archons, was he actually going to make you say it out loud  … 

“I don’t understand why, though. I’ve had plenty of chances to force myself on you if that was what I planned to do.” 

“I’m a virgin.” 

A visible startle dances down his arm. You screw your eyes shut, not quite sure what you expected him to say or do with that information and, for a horribly long beat, he doesn’t seem to know what to do with it either. The long stretch of silence that follows your admittance is static charged and heavy. Cloyingly thick. Suffocating — though that very well could have just been from where your lungs were constricting painfully tight, braced for the pin to drop. You almost wished you were just being dramatic or bratty, and the thought of being stretched out underneath his massive body didn’t scare you quite so much. 

Finally, eventually, Wriothesley looses a slow puff of air. “Thank you for telling me. Although I do wish you’d said something sooner, before I … well, it doesn’t matter, I suppose. All I did was touch you back in that alley, but I hope you realize how risky that could have been.” 

“I’m sorry, sir …” It’s all you can think to say. 

With a mild click of his tongue, he gently tugs you into him again, and this time you can’t stamp down the urge to fling your hands up and cling to him. “There isn’t anything for you to apologize to me for.” He murmurs, comfortingly rubbing across your back while the other hand slides up to cradle the curve of your skull. “Luckily I’m not actually that much of a brute and I’m capable of controlling myself. I won’t deny that I strongly considered sliding my fingers inside you back there but I decided to wait until we got to your place because …” 

He trails off, sounding ever so slightly ruffled, and you shift against him in your surprise. “Because why?” 

“Because I wasn’t sure if you were going to be a screamer or not.” 

Your stomach gives a sudden lurch at the implication and you nuzzle your face deeper into his body, whimpering softly at the way your pussy flutters in unmistakable interest. You were undoubtedly curious, keen even, but … despite its potency that eager gushing excitement wasn’t quite enough to dispel your concerns on the matter. He was just so big, you could only imagine whatever was hiding in his pants must be rather large too. Never mind the fact you’d only just met the guy not that long ago, how were you supposed to rationalize the size difference here? 

You’re still trying to work that out in your cotton stuffed mind when, eventually, Wriothesley gives you a final, reassuring pat and then carefully moves to extricate you from himself. “Alright. Come with me. Let’s talk in the other room then. I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want.” 

Unable to stop it, you shoot him a sharp, unamused look but he just gives you that small, secretive smile as he guides you through the door which he reaches back to close behind himself with a soft click of finality. You were loath to admit it but you did feel marginally better having the bed closed off away from the both of you. It seemed less dangerous, somehow. 

“Nothing like that.” He amends, steering you over to the table in the main room where he tugs out a chair and drops himself into it. Much to your squawking surprise, however, he then half lifts, half pulls you on top of him to sit on his thigh and you waver nervously on your perch. You weren’t used to being manhandled in such a way — or any way, for that matter — but he steadies you with a firm hand, taking a moment to make sure you’re situated comfortably before leveling you with an unexpectedly sincere look. “Let’s make a deal. We’ll continue on as we have been, and nothing changes. I’d still like to work with you on your proposals for the inmates, because I think you have a good head on your shoulders and your heart is generally in the right place, even if it is at times a bit misguided. I’d also like to keep seeing you, if you’ll permit it. I won’t force myself on you and we’ll take it at your pace, whatever you’re comfortable with. You just need to be honest with me about these things, and I think we’ll do just fine.” 

Slowly, your gaze starts to wander in thought, but Wriothesley reaches up to take your chin and turn you back to look at him again. 

“I’m serious, little miss. You can still be a brat and talk back to me all you want, and I’ll just keep putting you in your place. I can correct you as many times as you need me to. But you have to be upfront about this. I’m not a mind reader, and I can’t know what you’re feeling unless you tell me. Do you understand?” 

You search his face for a moment, admittedly taken aback by the weight in his gaze. It was … a lot. But Wriothesley, as a person, was also a lot. You couldn’t read him, didn’t understand him, could barely stand to be in the same room as him, so … why then did you suddenly want him to kiss you so badly? Surely it was just that muddied, intoxicating daze that fell over you every time he touched you influencing your judgment, right? 

Right? 

“Yes, your grace. I understand.” 

He relaxes somewhat, some of the tension draining from his broad shoulders as he gives your hip a reassuring squeeze. “Excellent. Are you ready for the rest of your lesson now?” 

Sending him a wary look, you decide to test the waters some. You were always good at that. “What if I tell you I’m not comfortable having you spank me like a child every time the thought strikes your fancy?” 

“Then I’d tell you that’s too bad. I’ve already seen for myself just how quickly you get yourself in order with the right incentive, and I’m also well aware that you secretly like it. More importantly, however, I know you need it. You felt good after the last time, didn’t you?” 

You scoff at that and turn on his lap to affix your gaze to literally anything other than him. “I wouldn’t describe barely being able to sit down on the aquabus just to get back to the city as feeling good. I was miserable for days!” 

“You deserved it.” He teases you, his tone taking on a playful edge as he brings his hand up to capture your chin again. You fight it though, twisting on his thigh and leaning as far back as you can manage without falling right off, but Wriothesley is persistent and he just follows after you, easily brushing off the smack of your hand when you try to slap him away. Finally, he manages to successfully get those long fingers around your jaw and he pulls you close until your nose comes to a stop just a scant few millimeters from his. “Come on, just look at me for a moment. Rather than physically, how did you feel mentally? Refreshed, right? Like you’d been flushed clean and filled back up again. Or maybe it would be more accurate to say like you’d been disassembled and then put back together.” 

“That’s not an inaccurate way to put it …” You relent at last, though not without a fussy huff. “But I still don’t know if I’d call that feeling good, your grace. I don’t … I’m not sure what I felt or why I liked it but —“ Abruptly choking on what you’re saying, you look into the steady blue of his eyes with yours wide and round as deeply felt embarrassment creeps into your face. Why in the world did you say that? “W - will you kiss me, my lord?” 

“Hmm. Do you want a kiss before or after your spanking?” 

“That’s not - -“ 

“I am not so easily distracted, little miss. You would do well to remember that.” Softly, Wriothesley soothes the blunt, calloused pad of his thumb over your cheek, still just looking at you. Still waiting on an answer. “Shall I make the decision for you?” 

Eyes flashing dangerously, you rear back to escape his hold and, surprisingly, he lets you go. Emboldened, you primly find your feet and he lets you do that too. You feel strangely victorious as you half turn away from him, hating the jittery, almost eager excitement that starts to course through you now. How shameful to react in such a way when you knew what was going to happen to you and there would be no escaping it. Had you always been such a masochist? 

“Perhaps I no longer want a kiss from his grace if that is how he’s going to be about it. I’ll accept my punishment but you needn’t worry yourself with silly things like kisses or hugs, or anything of the sort.” 

Snorting a quiet laugh, Wriothesley leans back in the chair with a soft creak. “Alright. Go get me one of your hairbrushes.” You give a little jerk and whip your head around to outright gape at him, but he just pins you with that usual smile. “A sturdy one. Nothing flimsy, or I’ll add twenty more on top of what you’re already getting.” 

You open your mouth to protest, think better of it and slowly press your lips into a thin line instead. Hands clenching into tight fists at your sides, you storm off to the bathroom where you dig around inside the cupboard for a prolonged moment before eventually locating a broad backed wooden brush you no longer used which looked relatively similar to the one he’d had in his office. With your heart in your throat, you take it back to him and he accepts it with a small murmur of thanks. 

“Anything else, your grace?” 

“I’m glad you asked, actually.” He pauses to set the brush aside on the table and then looks at you again. “Take off your panties, please.” 

Your brows shoot up in stark surprise, making him chuckle. 

“Relax. I have no intention of doing anything untoward with you. I just want to see if you’ll willingly take them off and crawl across my lap or if I’ll have to drag you again. It’s hard, isn’t it? Knowing what’s coming but still putting yourself in that position anyway. I wonder how wet you’re getting just thinking about it.” 

“Y - you just said - -“

“I said I wouldn’t do anything untoward. Not that I wouldn’t tease you a little bit.” 

The sly, mischievous twinkle in his eye irritates you a great deal, and you shyly avert your gaze elsewhere as you hesitantly reach under your dress. “You are a terror!” 

“I’m sure your ass will be in agreement with that soon enough.” 

Groaning very softly, you hook your fingers into the waistband of your panties and carefully shimmy them down your legs so you can step out. Wriothesley watches attentively as you straighten up again, anxiously holding the balled up cotton to your chest even as you not so subtly rub your thighs together. You were indeed wet, you were more than a little horrified to realize. But he already knew that from earlier, or so you try to tell yourself, and you hesitate for only a moment when he expectantly holds out a hand to you. Shuffling over, you try very hard to ignore the way your heartbeat threatens to choke you as you carefully reach out to place your palm in his. Wriothesley pulls you even closer until your knee brushes his thigh and he reaches up to gently pluck your wadded up underwear from your slack fingers. He watches your face while he does it but you aren’t sure what he sees looking back at him when you were feeling so many surging emotions all at once, and he just carelessly tosses them on top of the table, not far from the brush. 

“Lay down for me?” 

You give a tight lipped nod but you don’t move. Can’t move. You just stand there for a long, drawn out beat with your hand clasped in his, trying to will your legs to move, but it’s like you’re rooted to the spot. Gradually, your eyes start to widen. Were you paralyzed with fear or … something else? 

Shifting forward in his seat slightly, Wriothesley tips his head to look at your downturned face. “Do you want some help?” 

“No!” You rush to say, jerking your head in a quick shake. “That’s quite alright, your grace. Just, ah …”

“I told you it was hard. Knowing what you’re submitting yourself to can really impact your mental state going into a spanking, which is precisely why I wanted to see how you’d react. Though, if you want my personal opinion,” He draws a brief, stilted breath. “I don’t think you’re quite as strong as you like to believe yourself to be, and I don’t say that disparagingly. There’s nothing wrong with needing help from time to time. If you ask me, I’ll give it to you.” 

Softly, you start to shake. Your first instinct was, of course, to snap at him and put on a brave face, and impulsively throw yourself across his lap just to show him, to spite him. But you were feeling a little too vulnerable after everything that had happened today — and a lot had certainly happened between you and him. You’d reached some sort of tentative understanding though, hadn’t you? Had even admitted to something deeply personal and intimate (a few something’s, if you were being honest) and he’d met you with sincerity and honesty of his own so … 

Maybe it really was okay to be vulnerable with him? 

“I —“ You choke on that one single word and have to swallow before trying again. “I’m scared, your grace. I want to do it but I can’t bring myself to … and I don't know why. It’s silly, isn’t it?” 

Your voice cracks on the last word, something in you shattering when Wriothesley dutifully reaches out to take gentle hold of your hip. The first tears streak down your cheeks as he positions you between the wide spread of his legs so he can gather up the front of your dress while you mewl and swipe at your face. You don’t know what’s suddenly come over you but everything abruptly comes rushing out in a flood that leaves you shuddering in front of him. 

Satisfied that he had enough of the material gathered up to prevent it from getting caught under you now, he brings the other hand up to grab your waist. Under his steady guidance, you find yourself stiffly bending forward to lay across his thigh, vibrating at an ever increasing frequency when he tugs you more firmly into place to nudge your butt into the air. 

“Are you comfortable like that, or would you prefer to lay across both my legs?” 

“This is fine.” You thinly respond and, without any further preamble, Wriothesley flips the back of your dress up. Squeaking softly at the sudden rush of cool air against your already sore bottom, you lift both hands to cover your face with a quiet whimper only to yelp a beat later when he cups the meaty swell of one cheek before doing the same to the other. He gives this one a short, lingering squeeze to make you hiss at the residual pain and then returns to the other side to do the same. 

He takes his time with it, just casually alternating his touch between both sides of your ass, rubbing and caressing the heated skin, offering it occasional pinches to really get the nerves sensitized. The anticipation of waiting is it’s own special brand of torture, and you start to feel well and truly dizzy with it long before he decides to get started. You really couldn’t believe you were doing this entirely of your own volition … not only had you wanted him to do it you’d even let him help you place yourself on the chopping block. What in the world was wrong with you? 

“I’m going to start,” He intones at last, drawing his heavy palm over your ass one final time. “You don’t have to count or thank me for this. We’ll save that for your paddling at the end. For right now I just want you to focus on what it is you’re feeling, is that understood?” 

“Yes, sir …” 

“Good girl.” 

His hand suddenly retreats and — swat! 

You immediately lurch forward with a wounded, faltering sound of agony, tipping straight forward onto your toes in an instinctive attempt to escape that blistering swing. His thick arm tightens around your middle though, giving you enough room to squirm and dance, and writhe, but not nearly enough for you to slip loose. The security that comes in knowing his hold on you is so absolute is surprisingly reassuring though, and you allow yourself to freely feel every single moment of the following few minutes in unrestrained misery. 

Just as every other time he’s spanked you, Wriothesley starts in on your sit spots first and he pays them extra special attention now, alternating back and forth between one and the other at a steady, unfaltering pace. Even trying to curl your legs up does nothing to dissuade him, and you just end up futilely kicking at the air while he continues to rain blow after blow, after blow upon your upturned ass. The insidious nature of him warming you up in the alley first and then letting the sting settle and fester, and recede to a dull ache before starting up again makes itself immediately known and it only becomes increasingly worse as it goes on. It feels like you're being pricked and stabbed by a million tiny needles all at once, and you choke on a half strangled wail when fresh tears soon start to stream down your face. 

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! 

Over and over again, until it turns into a constant, painful blur. You’re vaguely aware of snot dribbling from your nose but you don’t quite have the wherewithal to reach up and swipe it away, much too consumed by the fiery burn spreading across your bottom to care very much about that right now. All you could really seem to comprehend in that moment was that it hurt. Bad. And with that sudden, clawing surge of pain came more tears, more sobbing, more hissing grunts that get caught in your raw throat and seem to cling there. It was overwhelming in a way that made your brain struggle just to process it, the ultimate culmination of too much buildup and not enough time to truly understand any of it. 

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! 

It’s all you can do just to keep breathing through it. Was he actually hitting you harder this time, or was it something else making you squeal so much? All the livewire tension between you and the Duke of Meropide had finally crested, reached its breaking point after skirting around each other and the ever present looming threat of this all day, and it was — it was somehow both better and worse than the first time. It felt amazing to let your mind slip from the material world to a distant, dreamy place somewhere far, far away but it was also agonizing and teeth rattling in equal measure. Your ass felt like it was melting under the heavy crack of his palm. You hated it. You loved it. You had no damn idea what you were feeling anymore. 

Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! 

And suddenly … it stops. 

Bonelessly rocking forward at the sudden reprieve, you let out a faltering, wet little gurgle that prompts him to slide his anchoring hand up to rub over your violently shuddering back. You probably would have found it quite reassuring had you not felt like you were going to be sick. 

“How are you holding up, little miss?” 

“I’m fine …” You slur out, still gasping for breath. Wriothesley pauses a moment, seems to think about it, and then shifts under you in the chair. 

“Here, let’s get your legs up as well. The way you jerk so much it’s a wonder you haven’t pulled something yet.” He leans over you to reach down, gathering up your bottom half, and you wordlessly groan in protest as you weakly struggle against his hold. “Hush. I know it hurts but be a good girl for me, okay? There you go … isn’t that better? A little less strain on your middle, right?” 

He pets you, very softly, and you tuck your face down against the side of his thigh with a pitiful tiny sniffle. You couldn’t feel much of anything other than the continuous, throbbing burning that blankets your entire backside, but if he said it was better to lay out across both his legs like this then it probably was. You were just so tired. Exhausted. You barely even had the energy left to cry anymore. 

And that’s when it hits you. What he’d been talking about earlier. It did feel like you’d been flushed clean, every single thought, emotion and memory you’d ever possessed effectively wiped right out of existence and in its place was an empty blank canvas just waiting to be filled up again. For the moment at least you were free, and suddenly the tears start coming again even harder than before. 

Wriothesley holds you through it, gently shushing you and rubbing your back when the tremors start to become too much, threatening to shatter you into a million fleeting pieces right there on his lap. It takes what seems like a very long time for you to start to calm yourself but eventually, finally, you slowly come down from it one jagged shard of you at a time. It leaves you wheezing in the aftermath, hiccuping every so often, and still he just keeps holding you. 

It was … it was kind of nice, actually. 

“Are you in the right headspace for your paddling now?” 

Grimacing slightly, you sensitively squirm and shake on his lap. “Must we?” 

“I’m afraid we must.” He agrees solemnly, tracing his blunt fingertips over the small of your back. “Remember what I told you last time about reinforcing the lesson and making sure you’ve been paying attention? Can you tell me what it is you’re being punished for?” 

It takes you a very long moment to remember. “I didn’t want you to pay for my lunch but you insisted, and I got mad … you make me really mad sometimes.” 

Wriothesley snorts a quiet laugh. “So I’ve noticed. What else, little miss? What else did you do to earn this hairbrush?” 

Your head spins from thinking so hard but at last you manage a soft, “I lied.” 

“Good. What did you lie to me about?” 

“I … I lied about not enjoying it.”

Humming, he traces the path of your spine up to the bunched fabric of your dress, following the curve of every individual divot and bump. “Why did you lie to me about that?” 

You really aren’t sure. Try as you might you just couldn’t seem to recall but, at last, you eventually settle on, “Because I don’t want to enjoy it. I don’t know why I do. Actually I’m not even really sure if I do enjoy it, or if you’re just tricking me.” 

“How would I possibly accomplish that?” 

“I don’t know …” 

“Well, sweet girl, let me tell you something. There’s no shame in enjoying it and I am certainly not tricking you into it either. What is it that you like about it, specifically?” 

You have to labor over that one too. Why was he asking you such complicated questions now of all times, when your head felt like it had been split open and pulled apart? “I guess I like the way your hands feel on me. I like how big you are, and how strong. I feel very small with his grace.”

A pause, thoughtful and curious. “Do you like being made to feel small?” 

Brows knitting as a little bit of the fog starts to peel back, you bring your head up with a heavy, sluggish groan. “Stop asking me so many complicated questions. You are an insufferable man, your grace.” 

“Well, then. My apologies.” He huffs, playing at offense, but you don’t miss the note of laughter in his voice even in your intoxicated state. Turning your head when he leans forward to grab the brush, you stiffen slightly with the realization that, yes, he was indeed about to spank you with it and you can’t help the curling tendril of fear at that as he settles back again. “Do you feel up to counting today, or would you like to just get it done and over with?” 

“That doesn’t seem like much of a choice …” 

Another amused snort. “It probably doesn’t. But you have been awfully good for me since we left that alley. Don’t think I didn’t see those big googly eyes you kept throwing at me.” He teases and, groaning, you reach up to cover your face again while he quietly laughs at your expense. “How about this - you count and I’ll give you a reward at the end. That sounds a bit more fair, doesn’t it? 

“Fine. I don’t even care, just - -“

Swat! 

It hits you out of nowhere and leaves you reeling, sensitively gasping and struggling just to stay in one piece. You shake for everything you’re worth, toes painfully flexing at the suffocating sensation while you twist against it. The brush hurt so, so bad. It felt like it was going to break you. 

“Don’t start getting mouthy just because I gave you a chance to rest for a little bit. Goodness, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anyone bounce back as quickly as you do.” Wriothesley seems to give his head a brief shake, readjusting the position of his legs under you to subtly angle your ass a bit higher and your top half just a pinch lower. The change in position leaves you blubbering for as slight as it is, and you furiously cling to his pant leg in a grip so tight it makes the knuckles scream, but a soft, attention grabbing tap of the brush against your hip soon draws you back into the moment. 

“I’m waiting.”

“O - o - one, sir …” 

Swat! 

You nearly come right up off his lap from how hard you jerk, but his free hand presses down on your lower back to keep you pinned. Teeth gnashing, you viciously hiss and seeth, impotently kicking your legs against the blinding sting, but it does very little in the way of good. The hurt just sinks in, spreads and then lingers with a tingly, pinprick throb. Suddenly you weren’t so sure you could do this. 

“I … I - I c - can’t —“

“You can, little miss. Although it looks like you might be a bit bruised by the end of it, I have nothing but the utmost faith in you.” 

As if that made you feel even one iota better about it! 

With a pitiful, sobbing mewl, you tuck your face down against his leg in defeat. There was nothing else you could do. “T - … two, sir.” 

A short pause and then — swat! 

You positively shriek, shaking so hard across his legs it’s probably a miracle he manages to stop you from sliding right off. This was terrible, and you’d barely even gotten started! 

“Oooh, gods … th - three, sir. Eeek! Oohhooo! Ohh! Ooh … nnghhnn, f - … four, sir. Aghhn! Ahhaaa … aaahhnn, five, sir! Waaahh!” 

The tears were starting to come again, or trying to, anyway, but you seemed to have cried everything out already. Your eyes just burn and swim with unshed films of mist as you rock against Wriothesley’s legs with each punishing blow. You could feel your skin crawling with every sickening pulse across your bottom, and that was to say nothing of the way your stomach lurches as if to shoot right up out of your throat. You didn’t feel quite as sick as before, but you were still pretty sure that you were going to be sick all over. 

Swat! 

You almost lose count, then you suddenly remember you’re only on seven. 

Hysterically, you start to wail. 

“S - seven, ss - sir … eeek! Hahhnngh … ha - eight, sir, please, don’t — yaaahhah! Oooh, nooo … you’re so mean, ahhn! Haahn! You’re mean, mean, mean!” 

“Am I now?” He drawls, barely heard over your own delirious blabbering. You’d never felt like this before. Never been so incredibly caught up in such all encompassing, dizzying pain, and all you can seem to do is wheeze through it while you uselessly squirm in his lap. 

“Ss - surely I’m not the — the first person to tell y - you that …” 

“You’re not. However, I think you can come up with a much better way to stall than that.” 

You laugh, hysterical and thin. He really was cruel. Quite possibly the meanest person you’d ever been unlucky enough to meet, which just further begged the question … why did you secretly feel so drawn to him, if he was nothing but mean to you? It didn’t make any sense. But, then again, neither does the way you mindlessly push back to arch your searing hot ass up in the air. You really couldn’t fathom what’s come over you, but you don’t stop long enough to linger on it or figure it out. 

“Nine, sir!”

Wriothesley doesn’t even hesitate. Swat! 

Writhing uncontrollably, you force yourself to seethe through it as fast as you’re able to so you can get the next one done and over with. This had quickly turned into an effort in strength of will rather than any kind of physical endurance, but you’d let him beat your ass a bit too much to tap out now. You would push through this just so you could slap him across his stupid smug face as soon as you’d recovered enough to do so! 

“Ten, sir! Ahhn! Ah, ahhh, nngh … eleven, sir!”

Swat! 

Archons, you really were going to be sick. 

“T - twelve, sir! Waaahh! Ohh, gods … thh - thirteen, sir!”

Swat! 

Legs kicking out violently, you take a moment to just shriek into the meat of his leg to muffle the sound. You were so close though … just a few more and you could finally be done with it. 

“Nnghn - hahh! Ahh … four - fourteen, sir! Yaahhghh! Ooohhooo … oww. Fifteen, sir …”

Swat! 

“Ahhgghh! Sixteen, sir! Eeek! Hehhee, eeh … s - seventeen … sir … yeowwch! Ohh, please! No more, no more, no mooooore!” 

Patiently waiting until you calm down enough to hear him, Wriothesley gives your hip a soft, comforting caress with an accompanying jostle to go with it. “You only have two left, little miss. Are you sure you can’t do it? Hm? It seems like it would be such a waste of your efforts to take your punishment like a big girl only to give up now … I can give you a short break, if you want.” 

Struggling not to hyperventilate, you suck in a series of quick, wet breaths and try very hard not to think about how badly your ass hurts. “Y - you’d really stop?” You squeak out, sounding threadbare and pitiful. 

“If you truly needed me to, yes. But there is a big difference between you simply not wanting to do something and you being unable to do it. I think right now you’re just overwhelmed, is all, but do correct me if I’m wrong.” 

You think about that for a long beat, frantically trying to blink away the thick tears lingering in your eyes. If it had been any more than two you were quite certain you wouldn’t have been able to do it but … two wasn’t so bad. It could have certainly been worse. 

Finding your resolve, you viciously fist his pant leg in your hands and force your shuddering body to go still, thinking perhaps that would somehow help you get through the last of it. “Eh - eighteen, sir. Please.”

He shifts against you and — Swat! 

It punches the air right out of you, leaves you gulping for oxygen like a fish out of water, but you don’t stop long enough to let it fully sink in. You couldn’t. “Nineteen, sir!” 

Swat! 

“Twenty! Ooooh, oh god, oh god!” 

“Shh. Deep breaths. Just breathe it in and then let it out. There, you’ve got it. Keep going like that and you’ll be running your mouth again in no time.” He murmurs, making you groan in agony. As if the splintering, eye rattling pain wasn’t bad enough, now you had to listen to him crack jokes too. Amazing. 

But, much to your chagrin, it does work, and you gradually start to come down from it enough to think a little more clearly as the minutes continue to tick by. It’s not by much but at least it lessens enough so that your brain doesn’t feel like it’s bobbing in the tumultuous current out at sea. Even the first time he’d done this you hadn’t felt quite so drained and exhausted … but surely he hadn’t been taking it easy on you back then, right? 

Right? 

“Doing good over there?” 

You draw a slow, stilted breath to steady yourself. “Yeah … no thanks to you, though.” 

“Hah. And what did I say? I knew you weren’t going to stay down long.” 

Gingerly, you start to push up, eager to get out of this uncomfortable position on your stomach, but Wriothesley is quick to grab you so he can control how fast you go, how quickly you can slide jelly filled legs to the floor and make an attempt to stand, but you just shake all over like a newborn fawn even with his help. With a soft click of his tongue, the Duke of Meropide reaches up to grab under your arms and non too gently hauls you right back into his lap again despite your halfhearted protests. The only difference is, this time, you suddenly find yourself straddling his thick thigh and you jolt like he’d zapped you when the pressure digs up into your cunt. 

Noising a wordless sound of confusion, you dazedly glance down to take in the sight of your legs bracketing his thigh, the material of your dress bunched and pooled around you in an inelegant, wrinkled heap. You have no idea what to make of this sudden development, how to even begin processing it. All you know is that the body heat bleeding up from him into you makes your pussy tingle warmly, and you abruptly realize just how wet you really are. The thought that immediately follows that one makes your eyes go big in horror. 

“W - wait —“ You stammer, trying to stand again, but he just firmly holds you in place with those big rough hands on your hips. “Your grace, that’s - -“

“Hush. It’s nothing for you to worry your pretty little head over. Just relax. You want your reward, don’t you?” 

Quaking, you cautiously lift your attention back to his face. “R - reward?” 

Blunt fingers digging into you, Wriothesley keeps his gaze locked on yours as he slowly starts to lean forward. You’re so confused and jittery that you don’t know what to make of it at first, have no clue what he’s planning to do, but then — he kisses you. And suddenly everything seems to screech to a standstill. 

It’s a soft yet firm press of his lips against yours, so featherlight and brief that it probably would have barely registered in your punchdrunk mind were it not for the intense spark of static energy that zaps through you all at once. You give a tiny little jerk against him, too surprised to react for a long, drawn out beat in which he simply keeps his mouth pressed to yours and nothing more. Like he was waiting. Anticipating how you would respond, if you would respond, when you would respond. 

Abruptly, a delayed shudder finally tears through you hard enough to make you sway on his thigh. A soft gasp followed by a faltering groan. Your lashes sensitively flutter at the sudden rush of heady, sharp arousal that crashes into you all at once and you lift your hands, cautiously slow, to clutch at his impossibly broad shoulders. Wriothesley breathes out a soft sound of approval, spurning you on as he tips his head slightly to better accept the warbling kiss you shyly press back into him. He lets you test the waters on your own for a drawn out beat, his mouth steady under yours when he occasionally moves his lips with yours to further draw you into the motion despite your trembling uncertainty. 

You like the way he tastes, you’re a little surprised to find. You also like the way he feels against you, under you, encompassing you, practically smothering you, and it doesn’t take long for a strange sense of desperation to creep in, prompting you to cling to him tighter. Kiss him more fervently and stiltedly rock into him in a blind search for more of what only he seemed to be able to give you. 

As if that was the cue he’d been waiting for this whole time, Wriothesley starts to kiss you back in earnest now, suddenly dominating the exchange to leave you feeling lightheaded and dizzy. At the same time his hands on your waist tug your pelvis forward to drag your bare cunt across the swell of his thigh, and you sharply gasp at the intense sensation it causes. Nudging his leg up a little higher to make your toes inch up off the ground and leave the majority of your weight centered on your core, he settles into a tortuously slow pace of push and pull, guiding you through the motions with the ever secure anchor of his hands on your body. You quickly succumb to it, all of it. The sensation dragging against your slit as much as the ever present throb across your ass that seems to mirror the wild rhythm of your pulse, the mind numbing way he kisses you, the smell of him as much as the taste of him. You were drowning in it all, sinking alarmingly fast. 

Finally unable to take it any longer, you weakly turn away from his demanding mouth to keen into the air, soft and thin. He doesn’t even hesitate to latch onto the side of your neck, pecking at your jaw and the pounding pulse point he finds a little lower, and you soon shudder at the warm, wet drag of a hot tongue when he laps at your skin. It really was too much. He was too much. 

“Aah … y - your grace, please, I — I don’t understand - -“

“I know, I know.” He shushes you in a low, rumbling growl that has you instinctively arching your back, the glide of your cunt stuttering over his thigh at the overwhelm but his massive hands just keep tugging you back and forth, back and forth. “Just relax and let me take care of it. I’ve got you, okay? You know that don’t you, pretty girl?” 

His mouth works its way back up, kissing along your cheek to claim your mouth again. As if he’s trying to consume you, pull you into his body, and he drags another stilted whine from the back of your throat with the dizzying motion. The lingering sting of tears rises in your eyes once again as you continue to rock against him, hips squirming eagerly in his hold, but no matter how wild you get he just keeps at that same unhurried pace. It’s almost as tortuous as the throbbing pulse that spears through your heated bottom with every little shift or jostle, but it inexplicably seems to make you even wetter. You were soaring unlike ever before. Reeling and heaving, gasping into his mouth. Having no other choice but to accept what he gives — whatever he gives you and however he so chooses — you slump into him and wrap your arms around his neck, clinging for dear life while the tension thrumming through you ratchets higher and higher. 

You’re so caught up in it you almost miss the first sign that this is having any effect on him at all when Wriothesley reluctantly drags his lips off yours in favor of groaning against the side of your face. “Shit, you’re so wet I can feel it bleeding right through my pants leg … you said I was a terror earlier but I honestly think the same thing of you.” A clipped, almost strained laugh. “I fear you may yet be the death of me at this rate, little miss …” 

You whimper at that, tightly screwing your eyes shut as you ride the gradually creating waves washing over you, each a little stronger than the last. “I’m sorry, your grace … I - I’ll have it dry cleaned for you, if — if you’d like …” 

“Nonsense.” He growls, turning his head so he can take a quick nip at your ear to make you gasp. “Say anything like that ever again and I’ll take you right back over my knee, do you hear me? Soak them for all I care. Come on, I know you want to cum … I can feel that cute little pussy of yours throbbing on my leg. Feels like you’ve got another heartbeat down there, doesn’t it? Bet it matches the one in your ass too …”

Crying out in stricken distress, you shudder so violently your hips grind to a sudden halt even when his hands try to keep you moving. He could force you to, if he really wanted, and you knew this, but instead — and much to your gasping surprise, Wriothesley digs his fingers in tight enough to bruise and starts bouncing his leg under you. The sound that suddenly bursts out of you is hysterical and high pitched as you sway and jolt on his lap, hands scrabbling to clutch at him somehow more fervently. The building tension in your body was too much and it locks up every single muscle, sets every single nerve ending to vibrate even while you suck in a haggard mouthful of air that doesn’t seem to be enough. Your lungs are constricting, they won’t expand, and you choke on it, disoriented in the potent flood of endorphins that bears down on you with all the force of a raging hurricane. 

It felt like you were going to vibrate right off his lap. 

“That’s it. Cum for me, lovely girl. Let me see how you look when you’re cumming for me, all nice and pretty. You’re so good for me, when you want to be … but you secretly like being a good girl, don’t you? You want me to keep praising you and rewarding you just as much as you want me to keep putting you in your place. Yeah, I’ve got you all figured out now. Don’t be scared. I won’t let you fall, just let it go. Cum for me, baby, scream for me - -“ 

You’re completely blindsided when the coil finally snaps and you do indeed scream, shrieking plaintively as your legs jerk and try to find purchase on the floor, try to push yourself up to escape the onslaught of sensation, but he just holds you in place even when you devolve into a mindless fit of spasms on top of him. Wailing in pleasure so potent it almost hurts, you judder through your orgasm and shove your face into the soft fur embellishing his coat, muffling the sound just enough to stop it from echoing endlessly inside your head. The persistent nudge of his leg right against your squeezing cunt seems to drag it out, encouraging tremor after quaking tremor to tear through you until, at last, you can take no more and you go boneless against him with a frazzled, heaving groan. 

Finally, Wriothesley slows the bounce of his leg and then stills all together. Giving you an appreciative pinch around the waist, he slowly drags his hands up your sides to wrap around you and tuck you more closely against him while you weakly twitch through your post-climax haze, struggling to calm your breathing. He lets out a terse, shuddering breath of his own and rubs across your back in comforting circles, sounding a bit dazed himself when he eventually speaks again. 

“Archons, you're perfect.” 

Offering up a soft whine, you give your head a numb shake. “Don’t say that.” You murmur into his collar. 

“But it’s true. I wouldn’t lie to you, little miss. Not about anything.” Silence settles over the two of you for a long stretch, just sharing the mutual body heat between each other and the lingering haze of static energy in the room. Eventually, though, Wriothesley turns his head to tuck his face in close to yours, pressing a featherlight kiss to your temple. “We need to get you cleaned up and situated but I just want to make sure you know I’m proud of you.”

You go stock still at that, your fingers sinking deeper into his shoulders. “What?” 

Snorting, he nuzzles further into you until you have no choice but to turn your head, grudgingly allowing him to press his forehead against yours. “For everything, but especially for finishing your paddling.” He murmurs softly into the razor thin space separating you from him. “I know that was exceptionally hard for you to do but you took it well and you pushed through. I’m also quite pleased that you were able to cum for me. That satisfied me a great deal too.” 

“It’s not like I really had much of a choice …” 

“That’s why I’m here, isn’t it? To give you what you need, even if you don’t realize you need it yet.” 

Huffing a brief sound of fluster, you quickly gather your resolve and force yourself to pull away, even though you would have gladly clung to him for the rest of the day if you would have allowed it. That seemed like it probably wasn’t the best idea though. Too tempting to reconcile in your mind, so you carefully untangle from him and move to stand up. You’re quite relieved that he lets you go without a fuss, helping you find your balance and get your legs under you again, but you regret it almost as soon as you take a step back and see his pant leg. 

The wet stain bleeding through the fabric is rather obvious on the light gray material, and embarrassingly spread out too. Gasping in unmitigated horror, you quickly slap your hands over your face and make an impulsive, blind dash for the bathroom to lock yourself away and wallow in your own embarrassment in peace. And Wriothesley, for his part, just laughs at your reaction, evidently not at all concerned about either getting his pants clean or being able to coax you back out later. 

Burn that dirty, rotten scoundrel!

⭐

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#genshin impact #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley #self insert bullshit

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feather , part 31

“ i’m gone ”

series m. list previous chapter next chapter

slightly (ish) suggestive, nothing extremely explicit

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yourusername three fit checks all rolled into one 🤭

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username77 😧

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jamie.drysdale be careful when you go out like that make sure to bring your pepper spray and shit

→ yourusername it’s okay my super cool boyfriend is really good at defense

→ jamie.drysdale yeah but is he good at offense 🤨🤨

→ yourusername might be even better than defense 🙈

username63 see i feel like jamie’s whole thread is just them dropping really obvious hints

username2 I WILL LITERALLY DO ANYTHING IF YOU GIVE ME ONE CHANCE

username16 🛐🛐

markestapa so

→ yourusername so?

→ markestapa what will it take to make you break up with him

→ yourusername MARK

→ markestapa IT WAS A JOKE HE TOLD ME TO SAY IT

rutgermcgroarty if i bought you a ring would you marry me

→ yourusername RUT

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→ rutgermcgroarty an undisclosed amount that would result in my immediate banishment if it were to be disclosed

→ rutgermcgroarty but it’s way over what you think (probably)

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→ rutgermcgroarty still over

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username54 luke is concocting some evil shit

username85 luke fucking scored holy you’re gorgeous

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→ adamfantilli me 😢

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→ luca.fantilli me 😃

→ jamie.drysdale this is still MY FUCKING SISTER

username35 luke got the whole squad trolling

username11 MY BODY GOALS

jackhughes i love you so much

→ yourusername i love you too (?) 😭

→ jackhughes tú es muy bonita

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username9 wait.. JACK??

username65 JACK ROWDEN HUGHES?????

username98 i’ve fallen in love and i can’t get up

username34 WHAT THE FUCK IT’S JACK?

username27 THIS CAN’T BE

lhughes_06 please just one chance that’s all i ask

→ yourusername i’ll consider 😳

→ markestapa this is very obviously favoritism

→ lhughes_06 bro you’re my biggest opp markestapa

_alexturcotte well now that you know that he asked all of us i have nothing to comment 😕

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→ _alexturcotte only for you

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username72 i’m flabbergasted but in the best way possible

username90 THE WAIST??

lhughes_06 you know i bet your boyfriend is thanking the lord he’s dating you

→ yourusername lukey you’ve commented like ten times already

→ lhughes_06 can i not appreciate my best friend?

lhughes_06 but i also think he doesn’t even know how he managed to convince you to date someone like him

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username68 wait this is throwing me off..

lhughes_06 your boyfriend also (probably) thinks that if he ever lost you he would cry and beg for you to come back until you did

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→ luca.fantilli you’re both so fucking weird

→ yourusername he’s my best friend for a reason 🙏🙏

username17 WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ONNNN

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trevorzegras YO

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mackie.samo TOUCH TANK?

→ yourusername YOU KNOW IT

→ jamie.drysdale do you just know every song she knows

→ mackie.samo nah nah i jus put her on good music

→ yourusername I LITERALLY SHOWED YOU HALF THE SONGS ON YOUR MOST USED PLAYLIST??

lhughes_06 i know i do, you tell me every time

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lhughes_06 😳

→ yourusername 😳

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→ yourusername never 😈 _quinnhughes

username15 why are his eyelashes so long

→ yourusername i ask myself that question every day

username7 they’re so in love it hurts me

adamfantilli what type of songs are you listening to

→ yourusername BRO IT’S LITERALLY A POPULAR SONG KINDA

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dylanduke25 interesting!

colecaufield your captions are getting raunchier every time you post

→ yourusername ITS A SONGGG

jamie.drysdale caption 🤨🤨

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_alexturcotte HEY WHAT IS THAT CAPTION SUPPOSED TO MEAN

→ yourusername HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO EXPLAINNNN

→ trevorzegras maybe “he’s so pretty when he goes down on me” wasn’t the best lyric to quote then 😐

→ yourusername i mean he is pretty when he goes down on me but that wasn’t my intended message

→ jackhughes HELLO????? yourusername

→ _quinnhughes damn kids these days

→ lhughes_06 bro cannot keep her mouth shut

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username44 the amount of times you’ve friendzoned him is unhealthy babe i’m starting to think you’re NOT dating him

→ username35 the evidence is too incriminating

username48 your vague posts infuriate me but i love you

rutgermcgroarty i’m going to projectile vomit all over the place

→ yourusername you’re disgusting

→ rutgermcgroarty YOUR POSTS ARE DISGUSTING

→ yourusername I’M NOT PROJECTILE VOMITING ALL OVER THE PLACE

→ rutgermcgroarty YOU’RE PROJECTILE VOMITING YOUR LOVING BOYRFRIEND ALL OVER THE PLACE

username32 well he has curly hair so it can’t be jack

→ username37 we’re being gaslit into thinking it’s jack when we’ve all known it was luke from the start

edwards.73 he always complains when we touch his hair 😕

→ yourusername it’s because i’m just better

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jackhughes what would we do without your constant reminders that you’re dating someone

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njdevils 💓

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→ username99 THE DEVILS???

→ username12 well now there’s no denying it it’s luke

elblue6 tell us when you plan to visit the lake house again! 😍

→ username80 ELLEN?

→ username31 yall arent slick 🤨

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→ username24 what is this 😨😨

luca.fantilli what the actual hell is going on and why is your caption the way it is

→ yourusername is your whole life just surrounded around questioning me 😐

→ luca.fantilli yes why????

→ yourusername i swear you can’t go one day without pissing me off

→ luca.fantilli I DIDN’T EVEN DO ANYTHING THIS TIME

→ yourusername “this time”

_quinnhughes BRO YOU’RE A CHILD STILL

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→ yourusername i was just being a good gf 😓

→ lhughes_06 yeah let her be a good gf

→ _quinnhughes absolutely sick to my ass

→ trevorzegras i don’t think that’s the saying

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→ yourusername he’s right tho that’s.. not the saying

→ _quinnhughes i’m sick to my stomach which just happens to have fallen in my ass from the amount of times i’ve seen some lovesick post from either of you

username5 quinn’s a professional hater

username43 so tell me why i thought you and luke had been dating this whole time

→ username39 i think we all know why 🫢

username30 touch tank is luke coded.

lhughes_06 you’re pretty when you go down on me too

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next chapter notes ) so this is my 69th post AND I WAS FEELING A LITTLE DEVIOUS.. so this is what the end result is and ngl i was kicking my feet writing this

tags: @aliaology @hockeyboysarehot @absolutelyhugh3s @jackquinnswife @freds-slut @love4ldr @blueeyedbesson @43hughes @v1olentdelights @dancerbailey3 @random-human02 @ho3forfakeguys @loveforaugust @cstads-blog @h0e4fictionalme-n

#luke hughes fic #luke hughes fanfic #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes x y/n #luke hughes #jack hughes #quinn hughes #alex turcotte #cole caufield #trevor zegras #jamie drysdale #luca fantilli #adam fantilli #rutger mcgroarty #mackie samoskevich #dylan duke #mark estapa #ethan edwards

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희승|Heeseung|wc~1k|🛍️ Sex at the Mall

You and Heeseung were at the mall shopping for a new dress. You were attending a family dinner with your boyfriend’s parents tomorrow night! And you had been procrastinating for a week already. Now you were in panic mode.

“Ugh!” You groaned as you took off the third dress you’d tried on in the last 30 minutes. “Babe, relax. It’s just my parents. You’ve already met them anyway. Just think of this as a normal event ok. No stress.”

You heard your boyfriend, Heeseung, say in a gentle voice. He knew how much pressure you were putting on yourself about this dinner. It’s true, you’ve met his parents about 3 times now and there really was nothing to worry about. But you wanted to look your best and all of the dresses you’ve tried on so far have made you feel like the ugliest girl on planet Earth.

You looked at your body in the mirror. You pointed out every flaw which made you hate your body even more. You plopped down on the bench in the small dressing room and started to cry.

“Babe? Are you okay?” Heeseung asked from the other side of the door. “Yea, I’m fine. Can you just go away for a little bit. Sorry…” you sighed. The last thing you wanted was for your boyfriend to see you crying over something as silly as this.

“Yea…sure,” he replied. You listened as his footsteps walked away from the dressing room. You broke down and cried more.

*Why the hell am I even here right now?* you thought to yourself. *Just forget it. I’m gonna put my clothes on and get the hell out of here.*

The thoughts in your head made you cry even more. Your insecurities had taken control of your emotions and all you could think about was going home to cry. Maybe you could fake being sick to skip out on the torture.

Heeseung walked into the dressing room, startling you. “What’s wrong baby?” He asked as he sat down next to you on the bench. “Nothing,” you lied. “Don’t lie. I know something is wrong. It’s about this stupid dinner isn’t it?” He had got it right on the first try, but there was more to it than that. You just looked down as he pulled you in for a side hug.

“I don’t even wanna go anymore,” you pouted. “Really? But you were so excited about it,” he was quiet for a moment as you layed in his chest. “Is it your body?” “I don’t want to talk about it ok! I’m not going.” “You know I think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world right? I don’t care how many times I have to tell you,” Heeseung smiled before placing a kiss on your forehead.

He pulled you onto his lap and wipes the tears from your eyes and cheeks. “I love you my beautiful girl,” Heeseung said kissing your cheek.

Overwhelmed by your love for Heeseung and the passion of his actions, you succumbed to your heart’s desire. You kissed your boyfriend on the lips and felt as the kiss deepened by the motions of your tongue and lips connecting.

You started to slightly grind against him. At this point all you were wearing was your oversized tee, your bra, and your panties. You heard Heeseung groan at your movements before whispering in your ear, “If you wanna play we gotta be quick.”

His breathy voice made your heart flutter. You braced yourself against Heeseung’s shoulders as he pulled out his throbbing cock. He used the wetness oozing from your pussy to glide between your lips.

You he stimulated your clit with the tip of his dick. He slowly pushed himself through your tight opening, causing you to slightly flinch at the pain. He gently thrusted his hips, pushing deeper into your throbbing pussy. “Fuck,” he winced. “You’re so fucking wet.”

Heeseung wrapped his hands around your ass, pulling you directly on top of his lap. He guided your hips back and forth before you eventually caught on to the rhythm. The two of you were rolling your hips against each other. You watched as he would occasionally throw his head back, holding back his moans, which turned you on even more.

You leaned in to kiss and suck on his neck while he continued to pump his dick into you. The sensation of your lips on his neck caused him to let out a little moan. “Fuck baby. You’re making it hard to stay quiet,” he smiled with his lustful doe eyes.

Heeseung looked over to see the clock on the wall. You guys had already been fucking for 8 minutes…it definitely didn’t feel that long. “Hmm we gotta speed this up beautiful,” Heeseung said with a cheeky and seductive look on his face. He started to slam himself into you faster. Your eyes widened as you gasped. The feeling of him pumping this hard and fast into your pussy accompanied with the devilish smirk on his face was enough to make you cum right there.

Heeseung grabbed your head and shoved it into his shoulder, lining your ear up with his lips. “I wanna hear my beautiful girl moan for me while I fuck her pretty little pussy,” he whispered as he gripped his hands around your waist. You couldn’t hold it back anymore. “That’s it baby. You’re so close,” Heeseung said breathlessly as your walls clenched around him.

The feeling of his breath on your neck and his sexy groans caused you to moan as you came all over him. You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle your sounds. As soon as you finished cumming, you felt Heeseung slam himself into you 5 more times before you felt his hot load coat your insides.

The two of you sat there for a moment, breathless. He loosened his grip on your waist as he kissed your shoulder. “Fifteen minutes,” you smiled shyly. “Quick enough,” he chuckled.

“I think you should wear the black dress. It’s sexy and classy. But you’ll look beautiful no matter what,” he smiled.

You stood up to see his cum running down your leg. “We’ll get you cleaned up at home,” Heeseung said, noticing his sticky residue. He took his two fingers to swipe it up and put them in your mouth. “I love you,” he smiled. “I love you too.”

제이|Jay|wc-1k|🎸Sex at a Concert

You and Jay had been planning this concert date for the past few weeks. You were going to see one of your favorite bands preform live this weekend.

Jay bought two front row tickets to give you guys the best view AND an opportunity to maybe even interact with the artists.

The two of you arrived at the venue around 6pm, but the concert didn’t officially start until 10, so you had a little time to look around the area.

“Hey. Do you wanna grab something to eat?” Jay asked as he spotted a food stand. “Yea sure,” you replied. You hadn’t eaten anything except a piece of toast and an apple since breakfast this morning around 11. It’s only because you didn’t want to be late. You had already expected to take over an hour to get dressed. Which is exactly what ended up happening.

Jay held your hand and walked to the food stand to place your order. “Hello, lovelies. What can I get for y’all today?” The girl behind the counter said in a chipper tone. “Hello. Can I have one con of street corn, a jumbo salted pretzel, and one large snowball?” “Okay, perfect. And what flavor would you like for the snowball?” “Half Tigers Blood and half banana with a scoop of ice cream in the middle.” “Alright. Is there anything else I can do for you?” “Yea one more thing. Can you put a couple shots of rum in that snowball too?” “Of course I can. Your order will be ready in about 10 minutes,” the girl scribbled your order down on a notepad.

You and Jay walked over to the shaded table not too far from the shack. You watched as the girl passed the order off to her coworker who started to prepare the food.

“I’ve never had Tigers Blood before. What would that even taste like,” you asked Jay. “It’s kinda like strawberry and watermelon. I know it sounds weird, but trust me you’ll love it,” he smiled.

A few minutes later the girl carried out a tray with your order on it. "I gave y'all two spoons cuz I figure you're gonna share this," she chuckled before returning back to the register. Jay scooped up a spoon of the snowball, making sure to gather a little bit of everything in one bite.

"Open up," he said moving the spoon to your lips. You obediently opened your mouth as he put the cold spoon against your tongue. The taste was better than you imagined, especially with the ice cream, and the rum was added a nice touch.

"What do you think," he smirked. Judging by the expression on your face he could already tell that you liked it. "It's really good," you mumbled before taking another scoop. "Haha, I knew you'd like it," Jay smiled, taking a bite of his corn.

Not to your surprise, you had eaten more than half of the snowball by yourself and you were starting to feel the effects of the rum. You and Jay walked around for a little while longer before the concert.

"Hey the concert's starting in 15 minutes, let's get to our spots," Jay said as you walked in the direction of the concert stage.

The two of you managed to secure some pretty good spots and even took a few pics, but you had something else on your mind. Alcohol had a tendency to make you extremely horny sometimes, and this was one of those times.

You were standing in front of the gated border of the concert when you got the idea to move closer to your boyfriend. He watched as you shuffled in front of him. He responded by wrapping his arms around you, which you used as an opportunity to rub your ass against him.

"What are you doing?" Jay grunted, but instead of replying you kept grinding your ass against his hardening member. "Ugh! Y-Y/N," he stammered. You were relentless, the feeling of him getting hard coupled with your intense lustful thoughts was turning you into a cock-hungry succubus.

He quickly turned you around to face him. "Jay," you whined seductively. You knew his weakness was hearing you moan his name which is why you weren't surprised when he immediately grabbed your hand, leading you through the crowd of sweaty bodies.

Jay took you to an empty booth not too far from the concert. You could still hear the music faintly. You started to get down on your knees to suck his dick when he lifted you up and bent you over the counter. "Uh uh, I'm gonna fuck you in the same position you were teasing me in," Jay smirked before smacking his hand across your ass. He pulled his dick out and slid the latex condom over his stiff member.

"You're such a needy girl for me," Jay continued, pulling down your shorts. "If you didn't have to put these back on, I would've ripped these right off," Jay groaned, gliding his dick across your ass before sliding it between your thighs, grazing your throbbing pussy through your panties. He pulled your panties down and inserted himself into your needy hole. You moaned at the sharp pain that came before the pleasure.

You moaned his name as he fucked you hard and fast while pulling your hair. He didn't finish and fucked your pussy raw for the rest of the concert. "Jay," you panted. "The concert's almost over," you continued. "I can't take anymore," you whimpered. Your legs were shaking from cumming so many times, but he still stood behind you as strong as he started.

"Okay, baby. Just hold on for a little bit longer," he whispered before spitting on your pussy and inserting himself back into your pussy. He started to rub your clit in circles as he grinded against your g-spot before cumming in your pussy. You laid over the counter completely drained as Jay came behind you to readjust your clothes before carrying you back to the car.

제이크|Jake|wc-1k|🏖️ Sex on the Beach

You and Jake were at the Carnival Pier in your city. It had opened up about a week ago and you were just finally getting the opportunity to go.

"This is so exciting, don't ya think?" Jake smiled as he parked his white pickup truck. "Yea! I can't wait to ride the bumper cars," you replied, unbuckling your seatbelt and tossing your backpack over your shoulder as you climbed out of the truck. "No way! I didn't know they were doing the bumper cars this year! We gotta do that first," he laughed as he slammed the door and locked his truck. He ran around to lift you onto his back as he ran to the entrance of the carnival.

“Jake! Put me down,” you giggled. “We gotta move fast so we can be in the front of the line,” Jake huffed.

“Excuse me. Where are the bumper cars?” Jake panted. “Oh, there to the left as soon as you pass through these gates,” the Ticketmaster responded. “Thank you,” Jake said before running off.

“Okay, okay. You can put me down now,” you laughed as you slid down Jake’s back to the ground. He didn’t waste a second as he grabbed your hand and ran to get in line. “Yes! We’re next,” he cheered.

After the third round of bumper cars, Jake was ready to try something new. Mainly because the line was starting to get really long. You bounced around to a few different rides before Jake was ready to play some games. "Hey, I wanna win you something okay," Jake smiled as he looked around for a game with a prize he deemed worthy of his time.

"Over there," he exclaimed, pointing to a giant Pikachu plush. "Aww he's so cute," you smiled. "I know right. And I'm gonna get it for you," Jake said before walking over to play the basketball game. The objective was to throw each of the 5 balls in without missing. However, you knew Jake wasn't very good at basketball so you tried to encourage him to play something else.

"How about we go for that panda plush instead? He's cute too. Plus it's a game that is super easy," you suggested. "Nah, I want a challenge and I'm confident that I'll be able to do it," he smiled. "Are you sure?" "Yea, babe. I got this." Jake walked up to the basketball stand and paid for his first of eight consecutive failed attempts.

"Hey, man. How about you just take one of our smaller prizes since you've already spent like 40 bucks on this game," the boy running the booth said to Jake. "No way. I got this," Jake said paying for his ninth round of basketball. The first 4 went in perfectly, but on the last shot, the ball rolled around the rim before falling in. Jake laughed and jumped in the air before handing you the giant Pikachu plush. "I told you I got it," he smiled.

It was getting late so you and Jake rode the Ferris wheel one time before heading down to the beach. He drove his truck down there and the two of you lay on your makeshift bed in the trunk looking up at the stars.

"Jake! What are you doing," you asked as he pulled his shirt over his head. "Swimming," he laughed, as he hopped off the back of the truck. "Hey, wait for me," you said before stripping down to your bra and panties. The two of you ran into the water and splashed around for a bit before Jake tackled you into the warm, salty water. You tried to get him back, but he was much stronger than you and you ended up wrapped in his arms listening to the sound of his heart thumping in his chest.

He pulled back to look into your eyes before gently kissing your lips. "I love you," he smiled as he leaned in you kiss you again. "I love you too."

Jake pulled you in for another kiss as he caressed your body. You felt as his hands traveled from your waist to your ass, but his lips never left yours. You wrapped your legs around him and started to grind against him before he put you down and walked you back to his truck.

You laid on your back as Jake straddled you, his figure highlighted by the light of the moon. He pulled your panties to the side before moving between your legs to stimulate your clit with his tongue while fingering you. He spread your pussy with his fingers before spitting on your opening. Then he pulled out his dick before pushing it into your throbbing cunt. You felt as he took long slow strokes to help your pussy adjust to his size, before picking up the pace. Jake liked to fuck you passionately sometimes, and romantic pleasure was just as good as aggressive pleasure.

Jake worked his dick up inside you pulling out just a bit to give attention to your g-spot. He could feel your walls clenching up and tightening around him as he stimulated you more by rubbing your clit. You were reaching your high and started to move your hips with his stroking pattern. "Fuck me harder," you whispered, causing Jake to pick up the speed. At that point, you could barely keep up as your body began to jerk around. The feeling of you pulsating around the length of his dick and your soft, sweet moans caused Jake to get off at the same time as you. You felt his hot cum fill your pussy up as he thrusted himself inside of you.

He rolled over to the side of you before kissing your forehead and cradling you in his arms. The two of you ended up falling asleep together under the soft blanket in the back of his truck.

성훈|Sunghoon|wc-900|🎥 Sex at the Cinema

“Are you sure you wanna watch this movie?” Sunghoon asked before purchasing the tickets. The two of you were going to watch a horror movie from last year. This week the cinema was playing throwback horror movies for Halloween.

“Of course I am, I’m not scared,” you huffed. “Right,” Sunghoon chuckled. He knew that you were terrified of horror movies, but he wasn’t gonna try and change your mind. He knew that you were just as stubborn as him, so it was pointless to try to convince you otherwise.

“Two tickets please,” Sunghoon said to the box office attendant. “Alright. Here ya go. Enjoy the movie,” the boy smiled.

The movie wasn’t starting yet and the two of you had to wait another 35 minutes before entering. “Hey I’m gonna go get us some snacks. You can wait here if you want,” Sunghoon said as you sat down at one of the round red tables in the food court. “Okay,” you replied before he walked away to place the order.

“Excuse me,” a voice said from behind you. You turned to see an attractive brown skinned guy with curly hair. He looked to be about a year or two older than you and the scent of his cologne coupled with the way he looked in the tight fitting white tee that showed off his muscular body was enough to get your attention.

“Sorry to bother you, but do you know if this theater has a gift shop?” “Uhh…no, but they do have a good stand.” “Yea, well that’s kinda hard to miss,” he chuckled. *wow he has a really nice smile* you thought to yourself.

“Sorry I couldn’t help you,” you shrugged. “It’s all good. Thanks anyway. Hold on, don’t move,” he said, reaching his hand toward your face. He gently rubbed his thumb across your cheekbone. “Did you cut yourself?” “Huh?” “You have a scar on your face.”

You pulled out your phone to see for yourself and sure enough there was a red mark on your face. “Ohhh, yea that was probably from the curling iron this morning,” you chuckled. “Clumsy and cute,” he said under his breath. “What?” You asked even though you knew exactly what he said. “You’re really beautiful. My name’s Christian, but you can just call me Chris. What’s your name?” “Thanks. I’m—“

“Ahem,” Sunghoon cut you off. “I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything. Hi, I’m Sunghoon, her boyfriend.” “Kay, and?” Chris sneered. “You might wanna stop hitting on my girlfriend before I knock your teeth out.” “Heh, right. First of all, she was hitting on me—“

“WHAT?!” You cut him off. “Oh don’t act all innocent. I could tell you wanted me by the way you were looking me up and down.”

“From what I saw you were cheesing all up in her face.” “Man, whatever. Fuck both of y’all,” Chris threw his hands in the air and walked off.

“Sunghoon, I—“ “I don’t wanna hear it. Let’s just go watch the movie,” he said before the two of you walked into the theater. You two sat at the top row in the seats farthest to the back since you had wasted so much time those were the best ones available.

The energy was stale and tense. You were honestly more scared of Sunghoon than the movie. What was he thinking? Was he mad at you?

“Sunghoon?” “Hmm?” His eyes were glued to the screen as he responded to you. “Are you okay?” Instead of replying he stayed quiet. “Sunghoon, please say something,” you pleaded. He turned to face you with a numb expression. “What?” “Are you okay?” “Go ask your other boyfriend,” he mumbled before turning back to face the screen. “Sunghoon, nothing happened back there.” “Right, so you’re telling me you didn’t just let some stranger touch all over you?” “What?” “Don’t play fucking dumb. I saw the whole thing.” “He was just—nothing. Nevermind. Forget it,” you huffed.

“No, go ahead and finish what you were saying about your new boyfriend.” “Ugh!” You grunted in frustration. “Fuck this,” you said, crossing your arms.

Sunghoon grabbed you by the throat and kissed you. “S—“ he cut you off by kissing you again. He grabbed your arm and pulled you onto his lap. You could feel his hard dick against your ass as he reached to rip your panties off. Before you could even react he had already started thrusting himself into your pussy and covered your mouth with his hand to keep you from making too much noise.

Your pussy was dripping with your own fluids that coated his dick and he fucked you harder and faster to the point you felt sick as he constantly pounded your cervix. You were quickly reaching your climax as Sunghoon squeezed on your lower stomach.

“Next time I see you flirting with a guy I’ll fuck you just like this right in front of him,” he whispered as he released the grip on your shaking body.

You dozed off shortly after that and didn't wake up until the end credits came on. "Did you like the movie?" he asked in a soothing voice. "Mhm," you nodded, still half asleep. "I love you," he said kissing your shoulder, which made you smile. Then he wrapped his arm around you as the two of you left the theater and walked to his car.

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[harrywavycurly]

Can I run a totally off the wall idea on y’all really quick? It’s been sitting in the back corner of my brain for a good long while now and I just need to share it😂🙈

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Imagine it’s Friday October 13th and Eddie Munson is in his bedroom strumming on his guitar when he mumbles “alone again on a Friday night…yeah you’re not a loser or anything Munson…” he pauses his movements for a brief moment as he closes his eyes and thinks “I wish I had someone that just…understands me” and then he opens his eyes and goes back to his practicing like normal.

Fast forward a few weeks and Eddie is making coffee before his shift at the garage when he hears a noise coming from his bedroom. He knows he’s alone in the house because Wayne was already at work so he raises an eyebrow as he slowly makes his way down the hall but before he can make it to his room the bedroom doors swings open and you’re just standing there with a smile on your face.

“So sorry about that…I meant to come in the front door but I got the floor plan of this place mixed up with someone else’s…why are you looking at me like that?” You’re confused as to why Eddie isn’t smiling because most of the time when you arrive somewhere you’re greeted with at least a hello or a smile but Eddie looks genuinely terrified. “You are Edward James Munson right? Made a wish on…one moment it’s in my notebook sorry I’m usually way more organized…ah yes you made a wish on October 13th? That correct?” Eddie drops his coffee mug causing it to shatter in the floor as he takes a step backwards.

“How do you know my name?” You just laugh as you step towards him so you can bend down and wave your hand over the shattered mug, Eddie feels his eyes go so wide he swears they’re about to pop out of his head as the mug is back in his hand with coffee in it and everything.

“Well you wished for someone to understand you so…it’s safe to say I know everything about you Eddie…don’t worry your secret about the early teenage bedwetting phase will stay between us.” Eddie watches you as you walk past him and into the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee, it had been a long night for you trying to find him after your last project ended.

“Okay can you…what are you? Why are you here? Because I made a fucking wish on a random ass Friday?” He places his mug down on the counter and you just pick it up and take a sip of it, no point in letting perfectly good coffee go to waste.

“I’m your person…I’m here because you made a wish on not just any random Friday but a Friday the thirteenth…in October that’s like…the best day to wish for something and you did and now I’m here…sorry I’m late by the way my uhm…last project kinda ran longer than I expected.” You explain between sips of coffee as you watch Eddie pace the length of the kitchen running his hands through his hair.

“You’re my person? Like my soulmate?” You purse your lips as you place the now empty coffee mug on the counter as Eddie stands a few feet in front of you with his hands on his hips.

“Well you…didn’t exactly specify what kind of person you wanted…so technically I’m not your soulmate I’m just someone who knows you inside and out and…understands you…completely.” Eddie rolls his eyes as he lets out a groan and runs a hand over his face, you know this means he’s annoyed because you know that’s one of the things he does when he is frustrated.

“What do you mean your last project ran longer than expected?” You look down at your feet as the memories of your last project flutter through your mind.

“I was…an imaginary friend for my last project…I met Henry when he was ten and I was with him throughout his whole life…I didn’t think he’d need me that long but he did so I stayed with him until…the very end and then I got assigned to you…and I’ll be with you until you either don’t want me anymore or uh…you die.” You look up to see Eddie staring at you with wide eyes and his mouth slightly hung open making you giggle as you turn so you can pour yourself another cup of coffee.

“You’re with me…until I fucking die?” You just shrug as you take a sip and your nose crinkles at the taste making Eddie roll his eyes as he crosses the kitchen and opens the fridge and hands you the milk so you can add it to your coffee.

“Or until you’re done with me…oh you also get a trial run with me for a week and if you’re not happy then you can exchange me for someone else…and uh until you make up your mind only…you can see me.” Eddie feels like the room is spinning as he grabs the edge of the counter and closes his eyes. You know he’s overwhelmed so you place a hand on his lower back and give it a rub, something you know he finds soothing.

“What happens after the week is up?” You continue rubbing soothing circles on his back as he lowers his head making his hair fall into his face.

“Then everyone will be able to see me and they’ll even have memories of meeting me as if I’ve always been around.” Eddie just nods his head as his eyes stay closed, you know this is a lot for him to take in so you do what you know will comfort him. You place your coffee on the counter and drop your hand from his back and step so you’re behind him, Eddie freezes when he feels your arms wrap around his middle and your cheek rests against his back.

“What are-”

“Just relax…I know everything about you remember? Now…just enjoy it you weirdo.” And for once in what feels like forever Eddie relaxes as your hold around him tightens when he stands up straight, he slowly brings his hands up to rest on top of yours that are securing your hold around his middle. “You smell good…that new green apple body wash is nice.” Eddie can’t even be bothered to roll his eyes or be alarmed at the fact you know what scent his body wash is because he’s too busy being wrapped up in the sense of complete contentment he’s feeling with your arms around him.

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[starfxkr]

okay but trap!jj sneaking around with innocent!reader 🙈 he sneaks into her room at night, fucking her in her girly little bed with her parents right next door. “how you think your folks gonna feel if they saw me digging you out under their roof? got their little girl creamin round my dick surrounded by her teddy bears.”

its not like you can say much, because you have your face buried in one said teddy bear as his cock bullies his way between your folds. jj had a tendency to be a little rough after a close call, nothing like feeling a bullet whizz past your air to put into perspective that you probably shoulda fucked your girl before you left.

“i dont care papa i just wanna cum.” you barely speak above a whisper but he doesnt want that—he wants you to be louder.

wrapping an arm around your throat he pulls you closer, the change in angle makes you whine obscenely loud, “there you go kitten, let mommy and daddy hear who takes care of you know.”

despite your best efforts you cant keep quiet, the tip of his dick brushing against that sensitive spot inside you until you were in tears.

“honey— are you okay?” the sound of your mom making her way towards your room had you panicking, trying to detach yourself from him but he wont let you go.

“jayj please, please she’s coming.”

“yeah? well so are you so i’d keep it together…we both know that door doesn’t lock.”

when she’s right outside your door you shout, “i’m fine ma—bad dream thats all.” luckily jj had slowed down, lessening the sounds of skin on skin but the deep grind of his hips had your whole body quaking as you squirted over your sheets. even he had to relent and slap a hand over your mouth as you moaned and thrashed in his arms.

“…alright…get some sleep.” the moment you both heard the door close jj threw you back face forward on the bed, making sure to bring your hips up so you were arched just how he liked.

“you did real good princess, now keep that up so your papa can get what he came here for.”

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[jacesvelaryons]

Can I get uh…. A social media au of Tom Blyth x fem!rockstar!reader? Just a tad bit of self indulgence, I guess lmao.

But in all seriousness, I ADORE YOUR WORK AND IT IS STELLAR!! KEEP IT UP AND DONT STOP WRITING 🥰☺️👏

Tom Blyth x Fem!Rockstar!Reader

social media au

sorry this took some time but hope you like it! 🥺i’ll try to post more now that i’m feeling better and have some time. please continue to request, as always, my inbox is open.

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[aikatoru]

Unnoticed

Buddha x AFAB reader

Content: Fluff, mutual pining, romance, kissing, clueless reader.

Word Count: 1041 words

Dividers are by: @/saradika

Summary:

He was Buddha and you were just you. He’d never noticed you, at least that was what you thought.

(This is a repost from my old blog @/fuyuaika)

Tagging my fellow Buddha lover: @shujistars

This is extremely selfship coded!!🙈🙈🙈

You hated his carefree attitude, you hated his confidence, You hated that a mere human like him could become a God.

You hated his smirks, you hated his obsession with candy and you especially hated it when he talked to the pretty Valkyrie girl instead of you…

…so maybe you don’t actually hate the guy.

The worse part was…he didn’t know you exist, you were just a third tier level God and he was one of the first tier. You were pretty much just a bystander during the whole Gods vs Humans ordeal, I mean you had tried to speak up and say your piece but with the majority of the Gods screaming bloody murder at the humans, you were pretty much drowned out. The best you could do was just stay out of the way and not get involved with the destruction of humanity.

Due to your subpar looks and powers you knew you’d hardly stand out much less get the attention of The Buddha. He was way out of your league and so attractive. A man like that was way out of your reach and you knew that you wouldn’t get a chance with him, the most you did get was a few stolen looks and maybe one eye contact with a quick breakaway. You’ve never even spoken to the man before, always just admiring from a far.

So imagine your surprise when you were just walking around the back stage of the arena and you heard your name being called by his voice, “Y/N, You’re Y/N right?”

Still trying to process that he had spoken to you, you stuttered a response, “Y-yes.”

He smirked at you with a lollipop in his mouth, “A little birdie told me that you have a crush on me.”

Your cheeks turn red and you might as well just melt to the floor right there, “W-what?! Who told you that?!”

He smirked even harder, “No one, I just had a good feeling and you just confirmed it.”

You gawked at the man and couldn’t take more of the embarrassment, “Please excuse me”

He laughed, “Woah woah wait wait! I didn’t come to embarrass you, I just needed to know that you felt the same way”

“T-the sa-same way??” You were beyond flustered and red, so red. Did he just admitted to liking you back? But it couldn’t be, why would he like you back? While your mind was trying to wrap itself around the fact, you asked, “But why would you…feel the same way?”

Buddha’s smirk slipped off his face and he looked at you with genuine disbelief, “You’re joking right?”

“No I’m not, I mean I’m just a third tier level God with hardly anyone who knows my name and well, you’re The Buddha.”

“Y/N you may be a third tier level God but trust me when I say that, every male God at one point here had a thing for you.”

“Wait, you can’t be serious…nobody knows I exist. Everyone hardly talks to me except for the formal greetings.”

He laughed, “Y/N, they greeted you formally because that’s the only way they know how to talk to you. You’re so pretty that it literally hurts, all the male Gods made a pact that no one would ever make a move on you, to be fair. Even Zeus tried to go against the pact but you turn him down, it was his biggest embarrassment…Poseidon and Hades won’t ever live it down…”

“Woah woah…I turned down Zeus?? When?? He never even asked me out.”

“He doesn’t talk about it and he’d kill anyone for mentioning it but I think he asked you once if you’d accompany him to an Olympus God gathering?”

You vaguely recall a couple hundred years ago when Zeus had mysteriously appeared by your side and offered you to join in on a feast the Olympus Gods had hosted, but you thought it was out of politeness, after all you were not a Greek God.

“That was asking me out? I thought he was just being polite.”

“Damn you’re clueless. I even heard that one time Shiva tried to get you into his chambers so he could make you one of his wives. But you yet again turn him down. That’s why everybody calls you the Ice cold Goddess and they swore that nobody could win your affection.”

“Wait? What?! Shiva?! Wife?!” You were gawking so hard.

“Careful you’d capture flies with your mouth open like that, if there were any here.”

“No! No way! You’re lying, I mean look at me!” You flail your arms around.

“Y/N, Hades tried kidnapping you once but then Zeus forbade all the Gods from approaching you and so Hades didn’t go through with it.”

You were shocked, “What but, I don’t even look as pretty as Aphrodite, my hair’s not blonde and my boobs aren’t that big.”

“You’re right, you don’t look as pretty as her… you’re much more beautiful. There’s so much more to beauty then being blonde and having big boobs. And I don’t know what it is about you and I’m pretty sure all the other Gods wonder this too but you have a sense of regality and purity towards you. You’re kind and you’re sweet and innocent and that is something that is very hard to find. And I came here because the girl I like, likes me back and I’m here to ask you…to be mine,” He spoke with a confidence that could bury your soul, leaning in towards you.

You moved back, “But what about Zeus? And doesn’t this goes again your whole philosophy about not succumbing to worldly desires?”

“I just found out that the prettiest girl in all of Heaven and Earth likes me back, you think I care about any of that? No one in the Heavens and the Earth can tell me what to do, not Zeus and not even me.”

“But what would our Society think? You know you’re supposed to be a role model for enlightenment…”

He raised your chin so that you’d meet his gaze, “To hell with society.” And he kissed you.

And that was how Buddha made you his. Imagine the uproar it caused all the other Gods.

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[honeytrap26]

Vacation Time

Satoru Gojo x Reader

pic credit to: Tako4evesamll

summary: continuation of the first part of this story. You and Satoru have some fun time while at the hotel and hot springs and meet up with some friends. cw: MDNI! Even more smut, like a lot. fem!reader, creampies, more dirty dirty talk, reader still has mommy milkers,lactation, Gojo absolutely has a daddy kink, and loves your boobs and ass, mentions sucking milk out of thy breasts sooo beware. aunote: Thank you to all the readers who requested for the second part and also thank you for supporting this story! I love you all!! Enjoy and happy reading! 🐼🖤 wc: 3k+ (I tried my best, 🙈) Here is part 1 if you haven’t read it yet.

You finally arrive to the hotel and hot springs. You’ve been here for a couple of days now, exploring and walking around the town nearby, going to the family owned restaurants, and just enjoying your time with Gojo. 

Gojo on the other hand couldn’t keep his hands off of you. You looked so gorgeous in a bathing suit,a towel, and a birthday suit. 

“ You’re so hot.” Gojo sits on the edge of the bed admiring your body, he tugs at his tie making it looser.

“I’m naked.” you try to cover your body with your hands feeling self conscious now.

“No baby, don't cover yourself.” Gojo reaches out, pulling you in between his lap. His fingers touch your neck moving your hair out of the way, he leaves soft kisses on your neck.

“Baby…” he mumbles, his hands make its way around your waist and settling between your legs. “Wanna make you feel good” he mumbles again, he bites your neck just hard enough to make you elicit a quiet moan.

“We can't, we’re meeting up with Shoko and Suguru for dinner.” you try to walk away but he pulls you back in.

“He can wait.” -his kisses are trailing down your shoulders, his free hand cups your breast- 

 “ He'll understand.” Gojo draws circles on your bare skin making you shiver. 

“Someones getting goosebumps.” you can feel his smirk against your skin.

“We can't.” you bite your lower lip, closing your eyes you tilt your head to the side, melting into him.

Gojo lets out a low breathy laugh, knowing that he’s already convinced you.

“Shhh I wanna take care of ya.” he spreads your legs open so they're resting on either side of his legs. A few of his fingers brush your folds, making you gasp in response,

 “Someone's already wet for me.”

“ S-satoru...-”

“Just relax.” He sits back in the bed, making your body more accessible to him. His fingers are still teasing you, he licks up your neck to your ear whispering, “Can I?”

“Please” you exhale, he slips a finger into you, sliding it in and out slowly, Gojo loves to feel how you squeeze his finger as he stretches you slightly.

“Should I let my beautiful wife cum?” he says, he swirls his finger inside of you finding your sweet spot, making you inhale sharply, your hands reaching out to grab his forearms to steady yourself. He slips in another finger this time making a “come hither” motion hitting that sweet spot again. Your breathing gets faster as you feel yourself tightening around his fingers, your legs tense up as you ride out your orgasm. Waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your breathing slows down as you catch your breath, but he doesn’t stop there.

“Lay down” he slaps your ass as he helps you get off of him and lay down on the bed. He crawls between your legs, resting them on his broad muscular shoulders. He kisses down your thighs to your clit before he gives it a gentle lick.

“Sensitive Toru” you whimper, grabbing a fistful of his hair. 

His hands reach up and massage your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipple in his fingers. He’s licking up and down your wet folds now. His face is buried between your legs, his tongue abusing your clit. Your legs start to close around his head but his big hands hold them open, your tugging at his with every lick.

Suddenly his phone rings. 

“Shit, we're late.” You moan, looking down at Gojo but he waves it off without breaking contact with your clit, his tongue flickering against your sensitive bud.

His phone stops ringing only for it to ring again a second later. 

“T-toru!” You close your legs around his head trying to push his head away. 

“Okay okay.” He stops and pulls his phone from his dress pants throwing it on the bed beside you, he puts it on speaker, 

“Hey Suguru '' Gojo says lazily, mildly annoyed that his best friend was interrupting his time with you. You start to get up but he pushes you back down onto the bed diving back into your wet slit, he slides a finger in now as he laps up juices.

“Shoko…” Geto begins to talk but stops when you let out a moan but you quickly cover your mouth. 

“Shoko and I…. are here?” Geto continues to say from the other side of the phone. 

“Mhmmm” is all Gojo says as he flicks the tip of his tongue on your bud,

“Mmm” you're unable to hold back your moan, you cover your mouth with a pillow but Gojo grabs it and tosses it away from you. Your back arches and you whisper “I'm cumming.” 

 He pulls his fingers out rubbing your clit fast, the stimulation making you moan out loud. 

“Mmmm..aahhh f-fuck…” you cry out, your body trembling as you hit your climax again, this time it feels electric, your gasps and panting fill the room. 

“Uhh…ya still there?” Geto clears his throat. Your head shoots up to look at Gojos phone which was still connected to Geto. 

“Yeah yeah, we're on our way down.” Gojo winks at you, he hangs up the phone. Leaning down to give you a kiss before he walks off to clean his hands and face.

You meet Shoko and Geto down in the lobby, Geto greets you very quickly before he covers his face trying to hide the fact that he's blushing, hard. Shoko gives you a hug, a bit confused at Geto’s reaction. She thinks to herself for a moment before asking you, 

“Does my breath stink?” she huffs into her hand before blowing in your face.

“Nope, it smells minty. Why?” you ask.

“ He’s been like that ever since he got off the phone with Gojo,” her voice laced with concern.

Gojo lets out a hearty laugh and throws his arm around Getos shoulders, patting him on the back.

“Does my breath stink?” he grins at you then he turns to Geto trying to blow air in his face, you blush at his antics, you swat him away from Geto.

“Okay enough, stop being mean to Suguru.” you smack Gojo’s arm pushing him further away from Geto, Gojo snorts a little as he laughs at you and Geto both blushing now.

“I love you all so much!” And that was the start of a very awkward night with Shoko and Geto.

Somehow you felt like this trip wasn’t for you but it was actually for Gojo Satoru. The amount of times that he would pull you into the bathroom for a heated make out session just to leave you all hot and bothered as he walks out with that shit eating grin on his face. How his hand just rests right in between your legs as you're having dinner with friends, how he insists on you sitting beside him instead of across from him so he can “feel” you closer to him, and if you refuse to he pulls your chair next to him. You both had gone to your couples massage session when someone unexpectedly had to leave because they had a “stomach ache”, but you saw his bulge, the way his white haired happy trail led down to his bulge as he scooted out of the room, and how the girl masseuse blushed at the sight of it. Only for him to return very quickly when he realized it was a man that was going to be massaging you. From the way Gojo was eyeing you down in the massage room, you knew what to expect, you ended up on the cold and hard bathroom countertop, getting railed by Gojo, he’s practically whining and chanting your name, eyes rolling back into his head, sweat glistening and dripping down his body, his knuckles white from gripping the countertop.

Tonight is the last night, you both decided to go to the hot springs one last time before leaving.

“What’s wrong baby?” he places a hand on your shoulder giving it a squeeze.

“I’m not sure, I don’t think my pump is working.” you say trying to fiddle with it and sigh in defeat when it doesn't turn on.

“How am I supposed to pump now?” you massage your breasts gently feeling how full they’re becoming.

“I can suck on them for you.” he says nonchalantly, you turn around to look at him in disbelief.

“What? Someone else did it too. I read that a couple went on vacation and her husband had to drink her milk to help her.” he states, waving one finger in the air.

“Uh-huh….right so you didn’t happen to break my pump so you could…oh I don’t know…play out your kinky fetishes.” you tilt your head at him, he sprawls out on the bed dramatically, draping a hand across his eyes,

“Can’t believe my own wife would think so lowly of me, do you think I’m a sleazeball, who only worships the ground his beautiful wife stands on?” 

“Sounds like it.” you shrug your shoulders, walking over to him. He scoffs at what you say.

“Promise I won’t do anything else, just trying to help you.” he genuinely says as he takes  your hand kissing it. 

You sigh in defeat, 

“Fine, but that’s it.” you point a finger at him, laying on the bed.

 Gojo excitedly gets up and positions his body between your legs, he gently cups and massages your breast before taking a nipple into his mouth, slowly sucking on it, he can feel the dribble of milk come out before it starts to leak into his mouth. You exhale in relief, the feeling of heaviness going away in one boob. You're gently massaging his head and playing with his white hair, smoothing it down.

“ Does it feel better?” his beautiful blue eyes look up at you through his white lashes.

“Much better.” you reply, Gojo moves onto the other breast now doing the same.

“That should help.” he smiles sweetly at you but before he could get up you pull him in for a deep kiss, you lick his lips seductively before you let him go.

Gojo sits there for a split second stunned for a moment not expecting you to do that then he swoops back in and pulls you in for a kiss, his lips hungry to meet yours again.

 The rays of the sunset were peeking through the curtains of the hotel room, cascading down on your bodies. The faint noise of chatter can be heard outside the closed window. 

“ Thank you for coming on this trip with me, my love.” Gojo leaves feather light kisses on your cheeks and forehead. His blue eyes soften looking into your eyes lovingly, his body is in between your legs, his member sliding in and out of your wetness.

“Thank you for taking me here, I love you so so so much.” you stare back into his eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, your tongues intertwining together.

“I love you too.” he grunts, feeling the way you clench down on his shaft. 

“Mmmm baby. I missed you. I missed us.” he pushes strands of your hair away from your face.

Gojo Satoru was grateful for everything you built together, he loves his kids just as much as he loves you, but he couldn’t lie to himself when he noticed all of your time spent together was filled with taking care of the twins. He missed spending time with you alone, being able to shower you with love was all he wanted to do again. Gojo wanted to show you how much he loves and appreciates you, because you’re the mother to his children but most importantly because you're the love of his life.

“ I missed us too.” you say rubbing your nose against his, you can feel the way his cock fills you up. His thrusts are slow and steady, but you wanted more.

“Please” is all you have to say, Gojo chuckles, thrusting deeper, hearing the way your moans get a little high pitched as he moves just an inch faster,

“Please what?” he slows down his thrusts again, taking a nipple into his mouth, he can taste the hint of sweet milk leaking from your nipple.

“Babe, your tits are leaking again.” he lets go and smirks at you. “I’ll take care of that for you.” he sucks your other nipple and he massages your boobs, giving them a squeeze. Your hands are now buried in his hair, his hands are pushing your breasts together as he licks and sucks on your nipples eventually settling on a spot on your boobs giving it a hard suck and nibble, you tug on his hair and he lets go to look at you,

“Don’t give me a hickey! We’re leaving tomorrow” you playfully slap his arm. 

“I was helping you.” he reasons with you.

“Your parents are gonn-” you let out a moan as Gojo sinks back into you again, his hands holding onto your hips.

“What was that baby?” he smiles at you as he continues to buck his hips into you.

“Nothin-ahh baby” you mumble, Gojos fingers are rubbing small circles on your clit. 

He loves the look on your face when you're unraveling beneath him. He loves that every touch of his drives you crazy, turning you into a moaning mess.

“Say it baby.” Gojo leans down to whisper in your ear, licking your ear lobe.

“ Just fuck me, or I’ll have to do it.” you say annoyed with the way he teases you,

He lets out a low chuckle, reaching under you and flipping both of your bodies around so now you’re on top of him, straddling his muscular thighs.

“ Then fuck me baby.” he grins, crossing his arms behind his head. 

God you hated that damn shit eating grin of his.

You place your hands on his chest and start to rock your hips back and forth. You can hear the way the bed squeaks and hits the wall with every other rock.

“ Feels so good, Toru.” you lean back, your hands are tangled in your messy hair, your feet are now flat on the bed, your hands on his chest again, you begin moving your hips up and down his thick long shaft, the way his cock slides deeper into your slit makes him grunt and throw his head back against the pillow.

“ Y-you’re even more wet for me, '' Gojo says, watching the way your body bounces on his cock, your boobs bouncing and shaking, your soft stomach jiggling, your thighs rippling against his, and the noises that your beautiful ass is making slapping against his thighs and balls.

“ F-fuck baby, gonna make me cum” -he groans as he grabs your hips- “ss-slow down”

“ But, I thought you told me to fuck you.” you smirk leaning down, your boobs now in his face, he licks your nipples, taking one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, you grab the headboard for support and you continue to ride him picking up your pace.

Your eyes are squinting almost shut, you're nearing your climax when Gojo shifts underneath you, he wraps his big strong arms around your body, shifting his position so he’s sitting against the headboard.

“ You’re being a bad girl.” Gojo growls into your ear then he pulls your hair, exposing your chest to him, he shoves his face into your boobs nipping at your skin, kissing up your collarbones to your neck leaving a hickey there, his other hand grabs your ass squeezing it tightly before letting go and giving it a hard smack. This makes you let out a small yelp biting your lip to hold back a moan.

“ Daddy didn’t say to stop.” he slaps your ass again making you move your hips up and down his shaft again. His other hand grabs your boobs and slaps it.

“Tell me what you want.” he slaps your ass again, making you jump at the sting.

“F-fill me u-up” you whine, Gojo smirks at your answer,

“ You dirty slut” and with that he slides you off of him making you get on your hands and knees

“Wanna watch that ass bounce for me” he fists his cock, his other hand rubbing your clit from behind, he slips a finger in,

“Still so wet for me” he slips another finger in, you bury your face into the pillow.

“Wanna hear you moan for this cock” he grabs the pillow and throws it on the hotel floor. He slides his cock in your pussy this time snapping his hips, his eyes roll back feeling the way you’re squeezing and clenching around his cock, how it feels when he pulls out and your slit tries to pull him back in. Gojo is thrusting deep and fast into you, the headboard banging against the wall, the bed shakes and squeaks even more, the pillows falling off, your fists are full of sheets as you chant out his name,

‘Fuck me Satoru,”

“Yes just like Toru”

“Satoru... I-I’m cumming.”

Gojo looks down at your figure, your body lazily propped up, your asscheeks ripple with each of his thrusts,

“D-daddy” you mewl out, drool dripping down your chin, your half lidded eyes looking back at him, your legs shaking. 

“Oh fuck baby, that’s what I like to see.” he growls, hugging your body from behind lifting you up, he grabs your face making out with you, his tongue exploring your mouth, his thrusts are frantic, 

“I’m cumming baby.” he says in between labored breaths,

‘Y-yes daddy cum for me.” you moan out, waves of pleasure wash over you as you hear his breath hitch in your ear, his strong arms squeeze you tighter against his body. His climax feels electrifying as it courses though his body, his body trembles as he feels you push back on him, his cum dripping down your thighs.

Gojo pants catching his breath, his arms relaxing around you, he gives you soft loving kisses down your neck, his hands gently caressing your breasts, he rubs your ass that is red from his slaps. He lays down with you on his chest, his fingers dancing across your bare skin.

“ I love you.” he kisses the top of your head, fixing your hair.

“I love you too.” you look up at him, giving him a kiss on the lips. You feel his cock twitch underneath you. 

“No.” you simply say getting off of him and running to the bathroom.

“Baby please, it’s been so long, little Gojo misses you!” he says running after you.

Extra Trimmings! “Come in, come in.” your mother in law gives you a hug, you hug her back, she motions for you to come inside. “How were they?” you ask her. “ Ugh, such sweet angels, we just put them down for their nap.” she says with a hand over her chest, closing the door quietly behind her. You look at Shin and Lena who are sleeping in their little beds in the living room. The three of you walk into the kitchen. She pours you and Gojo a cup of tea. “ So how was it? Did you two have a good time? '' She sips her tea.  “ We did, it was very relaxing, we definitely needed that quick vacation.” you say sheepishly.  “ Yes we did” Gojo winks at you without his mom noticing. “ I’m so glad to hear that, you both look so refreshed and energetic.” she sighs in relief  “why don’t you stay for dinner, no use in leaving now since the babies are sleeping.” “ That would be lovely, thank you mom.” you smile at her, “ I wouldn’t want to wake them up, they’ll be so grumpy.”  Your mother in law gives you a “oh I know” look. “We made that mistake once and it’s never happened again.” you both laugh. “ Ah Toru, while you’re here, would you mind going through some of those books you have in your room? I didn’t throw them away, I didn't know if you needed them for your teaching job.” his mom says waving a finger in the air. “ Will do, mom.” Gojo finishes his drink and places his cup in the sink. “ It’ll probably take you a while, there's quite a bit in those boxes.'' She turns around to take out vegetables from the fridge. “ Why don’t you come and help me?” he flashes that grin at you. You merely gulp and before you could protest Gojo is pushing you up the stairs.

Extra Extra Trimmings! One! Two! Three! POP! “Congratulations! You’re having a boy!” Everyone cheers for you and Gojo. “There’s definitely something in that water.” Geto shivers looking at Gojo and Nanami.

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[abbyromanoff]

Hey! If your requests are open maybe a Serial Killer! Agatha Harkness who falls for R 🙈

HOW TO GET AWAY WITH MURDER

PAIRINGS: Agatha Harkness x reader

WORD COUNT: 2440

WARNINGS: veryyyyy dark fic, serial killer!agatha, mentions of smut, shower sex, mentions of cunnilingus, thigh riding, Agatha kinda has like BPD tbh, death, character death, angst, think that’s all :)

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This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to be roaming the Earth and she wasn’t meant to let that happen. You weren’t meant to lie in her bed, sleeping peacefully beside her after a night out. Your body was tangled in the sheet, your bare skin glowing under the bright light shining through the window. You looked entirely ethereal, but she couldn’t think that. No, not when you were meant to be dead. Not when you were meant to bleed out in her arms as she watched life slowly fade from your eyes. But there was so much behind them, how could she lose that?

“Good morning.” You turned on your side to face the older woman, greeting her with a small grin as she continued to stare into the ceiling. You joined her, trying to find what she was so enthralled by but coming up empty.

“What’s so interesting about the ceiling?” You chuckled, placing your elbow on the bed and leaning on your hand. Your arm loosely hung around the blanket over your chest, securing the fabric in place even though she had just seen your naked body only hours ago.

“Nothing, just thinking.” She turned to share a glance at you and couldn’t stop the smile wanting to form. She cleared her throat and turned back on her side, tossing the comforter off of her and quickly standing.

“I’m taking a shower. Join me if you’d like.”

Only moments later you were behind her under the cold water, your eyes trailing over her body. She had occasional wrinkles or cuts, but your gaze was stuck on one in particular.

“How’d you get that?” You pointed to the ripped skin with furrowed brows, her eyesight soon landing exactly where you wanted it. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing followed.

“Uhm, I, uh, I- I don’t know. Most likely from a drunken incident or something.” You nodded slowly, still unable to believe her words but choosing to act like you did. She let out a deep breath, one you didn’t know was full of relief.

You weren’t meant to be here. She wasn’t meant to be washing your back, listening to your moans as she massaged each tender muscle. She wasn’t meant to have confessed her feelings deep into the night, her lips landing on yours as she slowly removed your clothing. She wasn’t meant to love, especially not someone like you. Someone so innocent, so wholesome and pure, someone she could ruin.

She didn’t trust herself near you. She was scared her feelings would get in the way and she’d hurt you out of fear, causing you to either leave her or leave this Earth. But she wanted to be near you, she wanted to hold you in her arms while you’d wear a ring on your finger signaling your shared love. Why couldn’t she just be normal? Why was pain always in her mind? Why did she instantly dream about dragging her knife through any person that came near? Her breath warm against their freezing body that slowly turned the color of her bruises.

“Agatha? Hey, you okay?” You put your arms on her shoulders as she finally woke from her muse. She blinked twice before giving a fake smile, trying her best to calm your nerves but once again failing.

“You’ve been zoning off all morning, what’s going on?” You questioned with a soft tone, nearly sending her into a panic. Most would warm at heart, but she only found it worrying to love you. She knew she did, and that was the main problem. If she let you see the true side of her, how would you react?

“And please don’t deflect it because I know you will. Look, maybe it’s best if I head out and give you some space, yeah? So you can have some alone time to think.” She wanted you to leave, but she wanted you to stay. Everything was so conflicting. God, why did she have to love you? Why did you have to be so precious? And why did you have to have the most adorable face? And the body of a goddess, the eyes of Cupid, and a heart the size of hers, one where she could perfectly fit. Your hands interlaced as if they were meant to do so, as if the purpose of them ever being developed was so she could hold yours in hers someday. Your lips felt soft against hers, as if the lipstick you constantly wore was meant to stain her neck. Your body felt so warm, as if a reminder of the coldness that was her soul. Your skin was soft, as if the lotion you lathered on daily held the scent of her, leading you to become purely addicted.

“No. No, I- I don’t want you to leave.” She spoke, and you couldn’t see a single ounce of emotion hidden beneath her dark eyes. But somehow, that thought thrilled you. You wanted to get below that layer, you wanted to see the side of her you knew could come out.

“I want you to be sure of your answer, my love.” You felt the cold tiles collide with your back in a hurried motion. Her lips were instantly on yours, moving with a passion, and gracing you with the fragile texture of her skin. They were cracked, but it felt as though you were repairing them with the way you sunk into her. She pulled back when it became a struggle to breathe, panting before she eyed your neck. There were already hickeys covering every inch of your skin, but she wanted more. She wanted everyone to know you were taken, and she’d kill anyone who tried to show they didn’t believe that.

“I’m sure,” She started. “I’m sure, baby. I’m so fucking sure.”

The water came to a stop as she guided you out of the shower, your legs shaky from your previous orgasm. You were still processing all that happened but she was ready for more, pushing you down on the hotel bed and climbing over you. You grinned softly and pulled her in for a small peck that quickly adjusted into a deep, meaningful kiss. You felt the water droplets dripping onto your skin and shivered. Her hands came to your waist as her fingernails drew lines against you. Her mouth came to your breasts as she suckled gently. Her knee found place between your legs as you instantly started a slow motion. Everything. She was doing everything possible. She knew how to make you fall apart and she was using that against you.

“So… good!” You let out through small pants, your chest heaving softly as her thumb came to your swollen clit. She rubbed small circles across the area gently, trying to ease you into your next release.

You shuddered, pulling her mouth away from your chest and looking deep into her eyes. The action made it seem as though there was more to this. You felt as though she just wanted your body, only being able to confess her love in a drunken slur while pressing herself deep into you. But this, this felt like it meant something. It seemed as though she was able to last a quick moment, allowing her feelings to step forward and take the lead, until she snapped. In an instant, you weren’t you. You were the man she killed only days ago. He was under her, bleeding out as she watched in amusement. He returned her look in horror, pleading for forgiveness with all of his will, insisting he had a family. But she didn’t care. She was a monster. She was as sick as a virus, spreading throughout your body until you became used to it. She didn’t want you to get used to this. This wasn’t fair. She wasn’t being fair to you.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” You sensed her still movements and shallow breaths, tears starting to prick at the side of her eyes. You pressed your hand against the back of her neck, giving her some sort of reassurance or reminder that you were still there. She could see you again, not him. But the love was no longer there. You were still once the man she killed for no reason besides the fact that she wanted to have fun. She was stressed, angry even. She wanted an escape and came to the only place she knew, that deep, dark section of her mind that held her fantasies. She blamed that part of her for the deaths of many, but she didn’t blame herself. She didn’t think it was right, but in those moments it seemed to take over her. She lost all control and gave in, letting her manic thoughts take action and cause blood behind every step she made.

“Agatha! It’s just me, alright? Breathe for me, love.” You guided her to lie down and tried mending to whatever it was she was feeling, but that side of her didn’t want you. Agatha wanted you, but her second wanted you dead. She couldn’t be near you and promise you’d be safe, she had to leave.

“Where are you going?” She refused to give a response, instead grabbing the tossed clothing on the ground and racing to get them on. The water adorning her skin made it more difficult, but she was persistent. Her legs moved faster than her mind when she ran to the door, leaving you sat on the bed with tears. You thought she left you for good this time, like she always does. You were flings beforehand, but you thought it would be different after her confession. But she was the same as always. Always running away from her problems instead of facing them. Only you didn’t know what she was running towards, and you definitely didn’t expect it to be the bodies that had been flooding the streets.

Your phone rang violently and you took a moment before looking at the contact, rolling your eyes as you saw the name that greeted you. It was Agatha, she was most likely calling you in hopes you’d pick her up from the bar after another fight. You knew she had violent tendencies, but what could you do? You were only one human trying to get by, how could you handle another person to take care of?

“Please, I-I’m sorry,” You were both crying when the voice came through. You decided to take the call in fear she may be hurt, but it only hurt you more. She was hoping you’d pick her up, just like you guessed. Only this time she was hiding in an alleyway, a knife in her hand as a body laid next to her. The woman was dead with a written apology carved in her skin. It was only an ‘I’m sorry’, but it wasn’t meant for her, it was meant for you.

“I-I was scared, and- and I didn’t know what to do-“

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I’ll pick you up. Get warm, I’ll be there in twenty-ish minutes.” You hung up without a goodbye. You were truly sick of this. All you wanted was her but it seemed as though there was something else occupying her mind. You’d never be able to be a priority if she couldn’t even be in the same room as you for too long.

She nearly cried with joy when seeing you, but her smile started to fade when she noticed you didn’t copy her. She gulped out of fear as you continued to drive without facing her once, you didn’t even notice her presence. Agatha started to truly believe she was a ghost, that she finally was paying for her crimes in the realm of death.

“Are you mad at me?” Silence.

“Y/N?” Silence.

“Please talk to me, baby. Please, I- I’m sorry, I really am.” Silence. Only a sniffle could be heard.

“I never wanted to upset you. I’m sorry…I mean it.” You gave a short nod, forcing her to take notice of the crack in her voice.

“We’re heading to the hotel, I’m leaving in the morning.” She sunk her head low and choked up a sob, knowing that if she let you leave tomorrow then that’d be the last time she’d ever see you. She wasn’t ready to say goodbye. She wasn’t going to say goodbye.

You slept with your back facing her that night, listening to her tossing and turning before she tried to reach out for you. You ignored her, refusing to pay her any mind as you didn’t believe she deserved it. This was the last time, however, so you eventually gave in and let her place a singular arm around your waist. That alone was enough to calm her down and ease her racing mind.

And when she woke, her earlier thoughts returned. She didn’t know why, and she didn’t know how to turn it off. There wasn’t a switch, but if there was then someone else was controlling it.

She gazed over your sleeping body, tears softly rolling down her cheeks as she eyed the knife in hand. She ran it across your side, leading it to the place in which your heart was stored. Your broken heart.

“I’m sorry, my love, I’m so sorry.” The sharp object plunged into your body in a rush, your gasp being heard as you were instantly awoken. Now you were forced to stare into your lover's eyes as she drove the knife deeper inside of you. You were supposed to go instantly, but she must’ve hit the wrong spot as you had a minute to suffer until the life inside of you completely faded.

“A-Agatha?” She squeezed her eyes shut before the knife was finally removed, only to quickly be joined by her own blood. She shared your reaction and gasped, looking down to where her weapon was lodged in her stomach. She wouldn’t die quicker than you, but she believed she deserved to watch you die as she bled out. This was her fault, just like everything else was.

“W-we’ll…we’ll be together again s-soon, I promise.” Her life was taken soon after yours. She laid next to you in her final moments, taking your warm hand that would soon turn cold in her hold. She tried to have a firm grip, but that soon became too difficult for her to withstand.

She’d see you in another life, whether she was meant for hell and you were destined for heaven, she’d find a way to be with you.

She always did…

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[whyse7vn]

nudes? -

[ ot7 x reader ]

SEOKJIN -

jin: you’re so special

i wish i was special

y/n: r u flirting with me

jin: yeah

y/n: never do it again

jin: sorry

i’m a creep

i’m a weirdo

y/n: it’s true

jin: yeah :/

y/n: i thought you hated radiohead

jin: not today

they speak for me ❤️

y/n: ok

jin: do you miss me be honest

y/n: you don’t want my honesty right now

jin: ur right you know me so well

i’m in a vulnerable state rn

y/n: yeah

jin: so that’s why i’m gonna humbly ask you to send nudes

y/n:

you rn

jin: STOP

NO ITS NOT

PLEASE STOP

y/n: *sighs looks left looks right* idk if i can send you anything jin

jin: stop 😕

y/n: roleplay with me if you want to see some ass pretty boy 🙈🙈🙈🙈

jin: *looks up at you with pleading eyes* p-please

y/n: *pats you on head looks conflicted* i really shouldn’t jinnie

jin: *tears slowly flow out my eyes* PLEASE

*kneels and hugs ur legs now sobbing*

y/n: fucking crybaby bitch *pulls out a gun and empties the whole clip into ur head while reciting jjk chapter 236*

jin: okay wtf

y/n: sorry i was getting into it

jin: that was you into it?

y/n: yeah?

jin: okay

y/n: yeah shut the fuck up you little ant carrying the stupid little bag on a stick

jin: i’m sorry

y/n: know ur place

u little slut

jin: i am NOT roleplaying with you again

y/n: k bye.

jin: ….

…………..

y/n: i said BYE

jin: *whimpers*

y/n: LMAOOOO UR A FREAKKKKK

jin: i can’t believe you made me do that

y/n: didn’t make you do anything

you did that all willingly

u fr wasn’t lying when you said ur a weirdo man

jin: whatever

y/n: miss u xx

6 images sent

NAMJOON -

y/n: no joon but i’m saying what the fuck is a naevis

like i thought it was the fandom name but turns out ITS NOT

WHAT IS NAEVIS

like wdym they said “naevis we love you” and it’s not the fans

WHO IS IT JOON WHO

don’t get me wrong i love aespa like down to the ground but tf are you guys talking about who is is the naevis and do we need to fight

namjoon: i get you baby

y/n: i knew you would understand

you’re the only one i have in this world

me and joon against the world

we’re so cute

namjoom: the cutest!

y/n: WAIT BABE CUZ U SPILLED

WE ARE THE CUTEST WE ARE

BEST COUPLE

like no joke we are like what people dream about

wow joon ur smart

what did you eat today

namjoon: toast baby

it’s 9 in the morning

y/n: ok what is naevis tho

please stay on track

do u know joon?

namjoon: not sure baby

y/n: ok wtf is wrong with you

it feels like ur here but not here

and where are all ur stupid little dad emojis

where is the namjoon i know

namjoon: sorry baby

y/n: ok and you’ve called me baby like how many times??

you only say that when u wanna fuck lmao

OH MYGOD KIM NAMJOON

U NASTY BITCH

WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING

ARE YOU A FREAK

OMYGODFC

namjoon: baby :(

y/n: UR SICK UR SO SICK

namjoon: not doing anything i promise

y/n: I DO NOT BELIVE YOU

namjoon: i’m not a pervert

and i would never lie to you

you know that

y/n: hehehehehe

don’t you know that to me

what if i don’t know joon

heheheh

just imagined you saying that

you know that >:-|

with ur silly little srs face

that little face was u by the way

anyways

you will NOT seduce me

namjoon: ok

y/n: ok

namjoon: ok

y/n: ok

namjoon: ok

y/n: ok

namjoon: send me nudes pretty

y/n: wow namjoons a whore guys

namjoon: guys?

who are you talking to

y/n: i can’t take this

HEHHE I AM BLUSHING THO HEHEHDH

you’ve changed joon….

namjoon: sorry? idk what to say baby

it feels like i’m taking to like 4 people at once

y/n: UR WHAT????

namjoon: baby stop being silly

y/n: silly?

silly is such a silly word

heheheh

like ur soooo silly

isn’t that silly joon

namjoon: stop saying silly

y/n: can’t help being the naturally silly girl i am joon like i’m just silly i was born like this

namjoon: i’m wearing my glasses btw

y/n: oh?

namjoon: yeah baby

y/n: what was it that u wanted joon >.<

JUNGKOOK -

jungkook: babe can i try something please

y/n: no

jungkook: good girl

y/n: ???

jungkook: was that nice?

y/n: no

jungkok: ok then

y/n: was that it?

jungkook: should i end my life

y/n: let me think about it

jungkook: ok

babe

y/n: yeah

jungkook: do you you ever feel really exposed to the dinosaurs?

y/n: what?

jungkook: i feel so exposed to them

y/n: what does that mean

jungkook: they know me

but like

it’s too much

they know too much

y/n: they are dead

jungkook: ok

i’m sorry

y/n: are you ok?

jungkook: i wish i was born as a little potato

so i could be put into a soup or something

or maybe i would be made into a little mcdonalds fry

y/n: what are you going on about

jungkook: babe

time is an illusion

you have to get it before it gets you

y/n: jungkook what do you actually want rn

jungkook: i love speaking to you

can i not speak to you

y/n: what do you want from me

jungkook: so like

y/n: so like????

jungkook: canyouplssendmenudes

y/n: is that it?

jungkook: i love you

y/n: 4 images sent

jungkook: i could cry

y/n: please don’t

jungkook: love my life

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

do you miss me as much as i miss you

home soon babe 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

ur so pretty

i want to peel off ur skin and suck on ur bones

y/n: what the hell

jungkook: can i?

y/n: could u just not say i’m hot and move on please

jungkook: ur HOT

HOT AF BABE

HOTTIE

HOT AHHH

SPICY HOT

TOO HOT TO HANDLE AHH

BURNING I AM

TOOOOOO HOOOT

y/n: enough

jungkook: sorry

HOSEOK -

hobi:

y/n: not reading all of that sorry for your loss or congratulations idk

hobi: fair enough

y/n: yeah

hobi: ok send ur nudes rn

i’ll rate them 1-10

y/n: that makes me want to throw up

hobi: don’t even stress it’s gonna be a 10

i just like the edge it gives you when u know ur being judged

makes u panic so you get creative

y/n: that sounds toxic as hell???

hobi: probably is idk

y/n: let’s break up

hobi: nooo my creative girl don’t go 😢

y/n: going

hobi: can you call me daddy like once

y/n: you are out of ur mind

hobi: it’ll probably be really hot

y/n: we have done this once already hoseok

you literally threw up after i said it

hobi: ok i was young then

it wasn’t right calling a young man like me daddy

but i’ve grown now pls

y/n: it was 2 months ago

hobi: my love i’ve grown honestly 🙏🏻

y/n: can you leave me alone

hobi: kk send me pics tho xx

y/n: xx?

hobi: i kissed you

yk to be nice?

don’t tell me you want a hug too

i spoil you too much

xxoooxxxoo

y/n: i will kill you

hobi: ok but be honest was this a good attempt

y/n: this was ur worst by far

ur getting desperate babe and it’s showing

hobi: IVE BEEN DESPERATE SINCE THE MORNING

pls pls pls pls pls pls PLEASE SEND ME NUDES PLEASE

y/n: yawn the begging is getting boring

hobi: FUCK U

i’ll be back in 5

need thinking time

y/n: did you just send me money?

hobi: no?

y/n: ?

hobi: yeah :/

y/n: this is getting sad

2 images sent

hobi: god is good amen 🙏🏻

YOONGI -

yoongi: can you

y/n: can you

yoongi: i can

y/n: you can

yoongi: yeah

y/n: that’s crazy

yoongi: not really

but pls can you

y/n: it’s really crazy yoongi

yoongi: i’m telling you it’s not

y/n: it is

yoongi: why

y/n: why?

yoongi: yeah that’s what i asked

y/n: the fact that you have to ask why is even crazier

yoongi: it is?

y/n: it is.

yoongi: oh

y/n: i hope ur ashamed of yourself

yoongi: but you normally can

y/n: ok?

yoongi: ok?

y/n: people change

yoongi: clearly

y/n: are you trying to fight me rn

yoongi: kinda

y/n: typical

yoongi: but like

y/n: but like?

yoongi: a fight but kinda different yk?

y/n: ur not right

yoongi: :/

y/n: yoongi

yoongi: yeah

y/n: can i be honest

yoongi: you can

y/n: i have no idea what we are taking about

yoongi: what

y/n: what

yoongi: we are supposed to be on the same page

y/n: i’m like 15 pages ahead rn

yoongi: no

you are 15 pages behind

y/n: pretty sure i’m ahead but whatever

yoongi: i’m telling you you’re not

y/n: it’s okay to be wrong sometimes babe

yoongi: ok

y/n: so proud of you

love when you learn new things

yoongi in his acceptance era ❤️❤️

yoongi: send me nudes

y/n: OMGGGG

yoongi also in his slut era

yoongi: whatever send pls

y/n: i even got a please i must be dreaming wow

yoongi: it was a pls

so it holds less value than a please

y/n: wow ur not acting like you want these nudes

yoongi: please :3

y/n: OMG THE FAMOUS YOONGI CAT FACE

best day ever

yoongi: fr best day ever!!

y/n: wow that’s scary never speak like me again

yoongi: i won’t

that made me physically ill

y/n: good

anyways beg me one more time please ;)

yoongi: you naked now please

y/n: um

are you telling me or asking me

that one felt very conflicting

yoongi: why are we still talking

y/n: maybe because we are deeply in love idk

yoongi: nude 4 nude

y/n: SAY LESS

4 images sent

JIMIN -

jimin: send nudes?

y/n: are u fr? not even a hi?

jimin: hi

send nudes?

y/n: no

how about u send me a stack

jimin: i can do that

lowkey prostitution but i can still do that

y/n: that was not in exchange for nudes btw

jimin: LAME

i support sex work

y/n: you just shamed prostitution

jimin: i did not

y/n: leave alone

jimin: can you not be emo rn please omg

i just want nudes

so i can put it on my onlyfans

y/n: ur what?

jimin: onlyfans

y/n: since when do you have an onlyfans?

jimin: i’m building a life for us babe ❤️

y/n: you are an idol

jimin: ok?

can i not share my ALL goods with with the world?

y/n: ur goods?

u asked ME for nudes

jimin: are you not mine?

y/n: no?

jimin: ok wrong answer but i get it feminism and stuff

stand ur ground queen 🙏🏻❤️

y/n: do not uplift me rn

jimin: sorry i can’t help it praise shesus!!!!!

y/n: go away

jimin: ok

let’s make some content babydoll

y/n: baby what?

jimin: think my first post should be feet pics

y/n: no

jimin: ur right they probably would want a full body pic first

y/n: can you actually go away

jimin: i can’t

i belong with you

my soul itches when we are apart

y/n: idc!

ur a freak say away

jimin: :p

y/n: 🖕🏽

jimin: ok nudes now

jimin sent 3 pictures

for you queen

y/n: gross

jimin: don’t lie

it’s a good angle no?

y/n: no

2 images sent

now leave me alone

TAEHYUNG -

y/n: bring me back cookies pls

taehyung: babe i’m feeling miscovus idk if i can

y/n: what?

taehyung: miscivous

miceovus

movovius

ME

THIS IS ME RN!!!

y/n: cookies yes or no

taehyung: ok but u pay for them

y/n: this would go crazy in the gc

but ok

check ur bank account

taehyung: ummm wtf

that was not what i meant

y/n: ?

taehyung: i told you i’m feeling miscovus

y/n: mischievous?

taehyung: ok show off

but yeah i’m feeling this micovus vibe rn

y/n: how have you spelt it wrong again?

taehyung: send me ur boobs

y/n: woah

taehyung: that is exactly what i will say when i see ur boobs on my screen

y/n: u make me sick

taehyung: woof woof meow pls send bae

y/n: was that necessary

taehyung: probably not but i’m feeling the vibes rn

y/n: that’s gross

never say that again

taehyung: it’s the truth tho venus in retrograde and ur boobs need to be on my screen

the universes is giving the the vibes

777

222

333

1066

y/n: 1066?

taehyung: the battle of hastings?

y/n: what?

taehyung: no babe why did mother earth literally just call me rn and say ur seeing it boobs rn would balance my infinity stones 😭

y/n: my head hurts

so bad

taehyung: i’m so upset for u fr but

can you balance me

oh pls oh pls

y/n: if i don’t get my fucking cookies after this i’m gonna be so mad

1 image attached

taehyung: hehehehehehhehehehehehehe

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[javarium]

cherry on top.

fushiguro toji x reader

in which your boyfriend of the last three years treats you to a birthday that he thinks you more than deserve :D

w — no curses AU, implied! Rich! Toji, a grain of angst, hair length isn’t specified but it’s enough to make a small bun, mentions of chubby! MC, and the hope that the fluff rots your teeth 🤭 not the best thing ever written by my hands but I love it anyway

a/n: happy birthday to me! this would’ve been out sooner today but I got a lil bit sick 😷 i’m unfortunately another year older but maybe another year closer to finding the man that’ll treat me like toji does mc in this fic haha. enjoy y’all’s reverse-birthday present lmao. this is a lil bit of self-indulgence btw so if it flops that’s why (but hopefully you guys like it too). I also tried to do accurate research on irl locations of the places that are mentioned, so I’m sorry if something isn’t correct 🙈

You don’t like the shake on your shoulder that wakes you up, nor the soft whisper of your name dropping from your boyfriend’s lip. You like it even less when you open your (very notably) tired eyes and look at the clock and see what time it is.

“What the fuck, Toji?”

He grins at your mumbled swears. “Happy birthday, cupcake.”

You know for a fact you have junk in your eyes, your hair’s a mess, your breath is borderline rancid and needs brushing, and that you overall look (and feel) like you just crawled out of a sewer completely deprived of sleep. So how this wonderful man squats beside the bed and combs his large fingers through your hair and gets his face so close to yours to attempt to kiss you is beyond your comprehension.

You cover your lips with the blanket, making him chuckle.

“Let’s celebrate, yeah?” Toji says, then stands to his full height. That’s when you notice that he’s dressed in regular clothes. “Gotta show my woman how much she means to me, don’t I?”

You quickly pull the blanket over your head to try and diminish his efforts. “If you wanna show me how much you love me, then let me sleep all day.”

Toji laughs as you snuggle into the pillow under your head. But the more you dig your cheek into the pillow, the farther away your ability to fall back asleep seems to be. You dig your nose into the soft material and let out a heavy sigh, hoping he doesn’t hear.

He’s won. “Come on. I’ll help you get out of bed and get ready, if that’s what it takes.” And when he chuckles after, you know he knows he’s won.

Toji lifts you by your outstretched hand to get you sitting on the edge of the bed, then proceeds to do the little things to get you ready that make your desperately-tired-but-desperately-in-love heart turn to mush.

Toji turns the sink on to get it warm so you can clean your teeth and face. Once you’re done, you realize he’s already got clothes already waiting for you to change into (one of his shirts that’s super baggy on you and a pair of red-pink floral leggings) on the bed. And once you change, he’s got your hairbrush in his big hands. He slowly combs his thick fingers through your hair, gently untangling the knots and brushing them out with minimal effort and pain.

You admit you nearly fall asleep again to his touch without shame.

“Don’t fall back into sleep,” Toji’s deep voice rumbles, which only soothes you further. “The day hasn’t even started yet.”

“You’re right,” you reply, yawning loudly. “It’s not even dawn yet.”

“Daybreak will be here when we get to the car,” he comments.

“Nice way of saying I’m slow,” you mumble.

Toji chuckles as he ties your hair into a bun, the stray baby locks being too short and left to dangle by your cheeks. He takes your smaller hand into his, and you still can’t help but feel flustered knowing how much bigger and warmer his hand is in comparison to yours is (read: you can’t help but feel flustered knowing you have someone holding your hand so sweetly with a hand as big as Toji’s).

There’s a small breeze when you step outside. And sure enough, Toji’s assumption is correct: the sun is starting to break over the horizon by the time you walk out to the car.

“Told you so,” Toji jokes.

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help but grin, too. “Shut up.”

He opens the car door for you like a gentleman, to which you feel your cheeks warm up in embarrassment.

When he starts the car and grips the wheel, it’s then he asks, “Where do you want to go for breakfast?”

You immediately know where you want to go. And you feel you know Toji knows, too. It’s been a place you’ve only been to twice because of how expensive it was, but it has the best waffles you’ve ever tasted. The thing about it though was, if you went, there wasn’t going to be a way for you to control your appetite.

You look to Toji, lips in a straight line as you internally debate with yourself.

“You have to promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“Don’t laugh at how much I order.”

Toji chuckles at that, to which you send him a playful glare. He holds his hands up in mock surrender, the scarred corner of his lip quirking up.

“I promise.”

“Or how I eat.”

“I’ve seen how you eat, don’t worry.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better.”

Toji takes you to the fancy breakfast-only restaurant you murmur in embarrassment under your breath. And you were right: he already knows. Because the place was where you originally met—Toji’s umpteenth time with Megumi, while it was your second and last time.

Until today.

“You want me to take you here more often?” Toji asks.

You have a mouthful of syrupy waffles shoved into your mouth when he asks. You can’t help but feel embarrassed over the sudden focus on you while your cheeks are stuffed and puffed up like a chipmunk. But you nod anyway, slowly chewing the waffles and swallowing them.

“Don’t slow down on my accord,” Toji adds.

“You’re gonna make me fat,” you accuse jokingly.

Toji shrugs. And when that damned smirk appears on his face, you know he’s fixing to say something you aren’t gonna like.

“So what? You look good with rolls. More for me to love and grab during-”

“SHUSH!” you whisper-scream, eyes bulging out in hopes no one around you heard what he was implying.

The buff man only chuckles and smiles wider, happy with making you as flustered as he has.

You both end up stuffing a gut (on Toji’s even more overstuffed wallet) on the breakfast food before you two move on. Whatever he has planned next has you two driving for a good while after breakfast, which eventually leads you to ask, “Where to now?”

“To Narita.”

“Why?”

“To do one of the things you do the least,” he replies with a smirk.

You go blank. You admit to yourself you have no idea what he’s talking about. You try and think on it, and when he pulls into the Aeon Mall, a small lightbulb appears over your head. You look at him incredulously, while Toji looks extremely proud of himself.

“You’re taking me shopping?”

“Surprise.”

You belt out a small laugh. Of course. Of course this man would take you shopping. Of course he would do something that you felt so uncomfortable doing.

Shopping for yourself hadn’t been something you did for yourself often. Or really at all; only when you really needed to.

After being financially strapped for most of your life, from childhood until recently, you hadn’t spent much on yourself. You didn’t treat yourself to the finer things in life, even when you could’ve. And it left you empty, without a desire to be kind or do things for yourself. It left your birthday without luster, hollow, and without purpose, which led to you being so… uncaring about the day.

The day Toji, unknowingly to you, loved the most. Because it brought you into this world, into his and Megumi’s life. He’d be damned if he was going to let you act like it was just another day of the year.

Fuck that. His bank account was more than big enough to treat his woman to a proper birthday that she more than deserved.

Those thoughts were only reaffirmed by the bug-eyed, awestruck look on your face, your pretty eyes lighting up with a childlike wonder he’d only seen less than the amount of fingers on his right hand. He loved seeing it.

Oh yeah, he was going to spoil the fuck out of you.

You turn to him, mouth ajar with a twinkle in your eyes. But something crossed over your face for a split second—an emotion he knew too well: guilt.

“Toji…”

Fuck. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like it one little bit. Not the look that crossed your face, even for a second, not the sound of your voice as you called out to him. He wasn’t going to let your goody-two-shoes, guilty-feeling heart spoil his goal of reigniting your appreciation for your own birthday. Nope.

Toji wraps an arm around your waist and presses a sweet peck against the top of your head. “Don’t even try and do that shit—feeling guilty and all that. You ain’t taking advantage, woman. Now go shop. I ain’t got these big arms for nothing.”

“You aren’t my sugar daddy, you know,” you reply, brows raised with lips quirked up in amusement.

“No, I’m not. I’m a rich man that loves his woman and wants her to have the best birthday she’s had in years and take a massive chunk outta my bank account,” he boldly retorts. He grins that familiar, shit-eating grin, dips his head and neck and presses his lips against your cheek, and drags you forward, deeper into the mall. You can only help but throw your head back and laugh.

You spend several good, long-ass hours in the mall; a few hours pass what is considered lunchtime before you two do enough shopping that you both have to go back outside to the car to pack it with what has been bought before you can even think about getting anything to eat.

“What do you want for lunch?” Toji asks, stretching his burly arms before leaning against the car.

Your reply is instant, “KFC.”

Toji snorts, chuckling. He interlaces his thick fingers between yours and leads you both back inside.

Another few hours are spent buying clothes, a fluffy blanket you eyeballed and Toji was going to buy no matter how much you told him to put it back, and a few plushies of some of your favorite Pokémon. On the way home, Toji surprises you again by going to Mister Donut and practically taking half of what the store had. You died laughing in the car afterward because some of the other customers got offended as they watched him take so much.

“Toji, you shouldn’t have taken so much,” you giggle behind your hand as lean back against the door. “You seemed like an asshole.”

He smirks, holding the wheel with one hand and using the other to pinch your cheek.

“Don’t give a shit,” he laughs. You playfully swat at his hand. “You said you wanted donuts earlier, so you’ll get some donuts.”

“I didn’t mean the entire store.”

“Shoulda been more specific then.” Toji winks and the smirk on his face grows even wider.

The sky is painted beautiful oranges, pinks, and blues by the time you arrive home. The sun is setting beneath the horizon, under the green land and leaving behind the lights of the city and glitter of the stars dancing in the darkening sky to light the world. For some reason, it’s more… breathtaking than you remembered. You’d often spend time outside as the sun set, thinking nothing of it.

Maybe it was because of today.

Your eyes flicker to your boyfriend and the massive muscles of his arms bulging against the black shirt as he takes everything you’ve bought inside, and you can’t help the flutter in your stomach and the quickening pace of your heart.

Maybe it was because of Toji, and him making your birthday the most special it’s felt in years.

The smile that makes your lips go from ear to ear doesn’t go unnoticed by the black-haired man when he comes back outside. Nor does the sniffle and the backs of your hands wiping away at tears sliding down your cheeks. It makes Toji’s lips pull into a slight frown. This isn’t what he was expecting. Nor what he wanted to see.

He slides an arm around your shoulders, tugging you to his muscled chest.

“You ain’t supposed to be crying, baby,” he mumbles, big hands rubbing circles on your back to soothe you. “Come on. I’m going to start dinner. Shouldn’t be cryin’, sweetheart.”

“I know,” you mumur back, burrowing yourself deeper into his comfort, “but I’m not sad. Thank you Toji. Today has been the best birthday ever.” You stand on your tiptoes and press a sweet kiss to his cheek. “I love you.”

He stills, eyes widened slightly in surprise. You don’t make anything of it until the moment comes where you try and break free of his hold moments later and he doesn’t budge. Your brows furrow, and just as you’re about to ask him if he was okay, he cusses under his breath.

“Fuck it. Megumi can be the ring bearer.”

What he says doesn’t click until he gets down on one knee and pops open a small emerald green box, with a heart-shaped diamond ring nestled inside of it. Your mouth drops open and you feel eyes burn with more tears.

“[Name]—”

“What the actual fuck?”

You both laugh. Toji’s head drops as he sniggers at your foul language upon him getting on one knee; you laugh at yourself, at the reaction that came out of your lips faster than your brain could process.

“I don’t deserve you,” you whisper out, holding back a flood of tears.

“Nah, I’m the one that don’t deserve you. You’re fucking perfect. Who wouldn’t want you?”

You don’t deserve him, but he wants you anyway. Holy shit. This was really happening, wasn’t it? Were you about to say ‘yes’ and have a fiancé? Eventually become a married woman and help your to-be husband raise the sweetest, most adorable boy you’ve ever met? (It’s not like you aren’t already. You’ve heard him call you ‘Mama’ once through a phone call. Toji tried covering it up with a cough; you haven’t brought it up since.)

Toji clears his throat, regaining your attention. When you look down at him again though, he seems more nervous—all his moxie down the drain.

“So… Marry me?”

Your hands cup his cheeks and press your lips to his. He wraps his free arm around your waist, tilts his head to the side slightly and deepens the kiss.

You love him. You absolutely love him. There’s no doubt in your mind that you love him and your heart belongs to him. There’s no one but him by your side in the future you see. Every inch of you belongs to him, and he wants to belong to you just as much.

So, you pull from the kiss and whisper against his lips, “Let’s get married, baby.”

“Fuck yeah.”

You yell out in surprise as he picks you up with one big, strong arm and takes you inside. You wrap your legs around his waist in reaction, desperate to not fall.

But you know Toji wouldn’t ever let you fall. Not in a million years.

“Wanna go to the bedroom first?”

“You horny motherfucker.”

“Only for you.”

“Just put that ring on my finger and cook.”

He sets you on the counter like you’re porcelain. He takes the glimmering ring from the little box and slides it onto your ring finger. A perfect fit. You hadn’t even told him your ring size. His eyes are trained on it for several seconds before he mumbles, “Belongs right there.”

Whatever dessert he makes tonight, nothing will top this moment. This is the cherry on top to the sweetest birthday you’ve ever had. If whatever you went through was to get you here, to meet the man who’s the love of your life, you’d do it all over again.

@heresan here’s the birthday fic 🤭 i’ll get back to you vv soon, the last two days have been wild 👀

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