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witchslove · 2 years

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okay so i’ve got a request for stepmom!wanda x reader 🤭

maybe wanda seducing/the other way around or just like kinda dark!stepmom!wanda making reader lay on her chest and eventually suck her nipples when they’re upset or maybe stressed over school (because you know… lactation kink)

and yeah, lots of mommy kink 😵‍💫🤭

Stress Relief

Pairing: Stepmom!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Whenever you're overwhelmed, your loving stepmom is there to make it better.

Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; dark!stepmom!wanda, slight dubcon, mommy kink, lactation kink, praise kink, legal age gap, cheating, manipulation

A/N: Thank you for the request, this one kinda got away from me so I hope you enjoy! This is my first time writing stepmom Wanda and I love her so much already <3

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You always felt so relaxed in Wanda’s presence.

With her hand in your hair, long delicate fingers stroking your scalp, and your head resting on her soft chest, you felt safe.

Deadlines were kicking your ass and you were more stressed than you’d ever been, your second year at university proving to be much more vigorous than your first. Wanda practically had to drag you out of your room to watch a movie with her, not taking no as an answer despite you trying to explain how behind you were on your assignments.

She’d had enough of seeing you work yourself nearly to death, staying up half the night and accidentally skipping meals, too focused on your academics. She wasn’t mad at you for it, in fact, she admired your work ethic. You were ambitious and a perfectionist, so eager to please.

Always such a good girl.

And good girls deserved rewards. So she’d demanded that you take a break and join her in her room for a movie.

Technically she wasn’t lying; there was a movie playing in the background as she played absentmindedly with your hair. But that wasn’t the real reason she’d invited you into her bed.

About twenty minutes into the movie, she decided to put her plan into motion.

Her sweet touches and warm body molded into yours as you cuddled were enough to have you instantly relaxing into her. Right where she wanted you.

Ever since she’d met you, she thought you were a precious little thing - so sweet, so smart, so willing to help her whenever she needed it. She planned to see just how far she could push that last one.

The first time she laid eyes on you, she thought you were adorable. She felt an instant attraction to you and, luckily for her, your father made his presence around the house scarce for work reasons, leaving the two of you alone quite often.

For months she played the motherly role in your life. She made dinner, asked you about school, offered to help you with your homework, and spent time with you as much as you wanted.

Really as much as she wanted, but whatever she wanted she knew she could make you want even more. She was so good at it that most of the time whatever she wanted seemed like it was your idea in the first place and Wanda loved the fact her sweet girl was so oblivious to her intentions.

She touched you as much as possible, whether it was her hands on your waist as she moved past you, her fingertips tracing patterns into your exposed thigh during dinner, or having you curl up into her side when you watched movies. She didn’t miss the way you would always melt into her touch, knowing she had you wrapped around her finger as much as you did her.

As the movie played in the background, she tightened her grip in your hair, prompting you to lift your head the slightest bit. Before you could turn to ask if she needed to readjust, she’d already pulled down the top of her skimpy nightgown, exposing her full breasts and already hardened nipples.

When you looked at her, your eyes fell to her bare chest for a moment before you squeezed them shut and tried to cover them. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to look,” you apologized frantically. “I- I didn’t know.”

“Shh, it’s okay, moya lyubov,” Wanda cooed, removing your hand from where it covered your eyes and placing her hands on your cheeks. “You want to look, don’t you?”

Her words shocked you, making you open your eyes and meet her tender gaze. “I- I’m confused,” you mumbled, trying to read her expression for even a hint at what was happening. All you saw was adoration and a twinkle in her eyes, so alluring that you had to look away.

When you did, you were staring directly at her breasts. You knew it was wrong, but you felt your mouth begin to water at the sight of them and heat building somewhere much lower. Subconsciously, you licked your lips and Wanda smirked when she noticed. This was too easy.

“I actually think you want to do more than just look, right, detka?” she asked, setting the trap, knowing you would take the bait.

“What do you mean?” you swallowed, unsure of where to look as your eyes flitted between her face and her chest.

“I think you know what I mean, sweetheart. Go ahead, you can touch,” she said sweetly, framing her words just right to make it seem like you’d just asked her yourself if you could touch her.

When you nervously brought a hand up to cup the weight of her breast, she smiled reassuringly. You didn’t notice the smugness behind her smile as you refocused your attention below her neck.

She bit her lip to stifle a moan when your thumb brushed against her straining nipple. She arched her back the slightest bit, pushing her chest closer to your face, your breath hitching in your throat at the action.

“Can I- can I use my mouth?” you asked, your voice almost a whisper.

Wanda had never been more pleased with herself than in that moment. She hadn’t quite expected you to be so bold and ask for such a thing so quickly. She was both proud of herself and proud of you, always so compliant, always so good for her.

“Yes, angel, you can use your mouth.”

When your lips wrapped around her nipple, she bit back a whine at the sensation of your warm mouth around her sensitive bud. You latched on, suckling contentedly and laving your tongue around the stiff peak.

You were surprised when you felt warm, sweet liquid drip into your mouth. You had no idea Wanda could do this, but you couldn’t complain. The first taste of her milk had you hooked immediately, moaning as more spilled onto your waiting tongue.

“You’re doing so good drinking mommy’s milk baby,” Wanda said breathily.

Her words sent a shock straight to your core and you moaned against her flushed skin.

“Oh, someone likes that, hm?”

You were too far gone to respond, your eyelids growing heavy as her breast emptied. You switched to the other one, sucking softer and slower this time, wanting to make it last.

Her fingers threaded through your hair, moving in a steady rhythm matching that of your tongue along the underside of her nipple.

You fell asleep that way, with your mouth on her breast, her hand in your hair, and a smile on your face. It was the best sleep you’d gotten in months.

What happened that night became a routine shortly after. Whenever you were buried deep in research papers and exam flashcards, eyes burning from countless hours of studying, Wanda would be your saving grace. Your stepmom would poke her head into your room, encouraging you to take a break, and you’d wind up laying against her chest with one of her pretty nipples in your mouth and her sweet milk trickling down your throat.

Sometimes she enjoyed messing with you. In her mind, toys were meant to be played with.

One night, she’d asked you if you wanted to watch something with her and when you agreed, she put on your favorite show. It always gave you butterflies when she remembered what you liked to watch, but how could she not? You were the apple of her eye whether you knew it or not.

You expected her to solicit you into sucking her dry, like always, but she didn’t, leaving you feeling lost and confused. You hadn’t realized how much you began to rely on that as a way to de-stress until she wasn’t willingly offering it to you.

She wanted you to ask her for it yourself, to show her that you wanted her. You weren’t sure how to ask for something like that - it still felt wrong to you despite her constant reassurances that it was normal for mommies to take care of their precious angels that way.

Instead of voicing what you wanted, you nuzzled your face against her breasts, hoping she would understand.

“Aw, do you want something sweetheart?” she asked, feigning sympathy so you wouldn’t be able to tell how much she was getting off on your desperation.

“Please,” you mumbled.

“Please what? You have to tell me what you want or I won’t know how to help,” she replied tenderly.

“Can I…” you paused, not knowing how to phrase it. “Taste you? I mean like… are they full?” you asked, glancing down at her chest before meeting her eyes again, her curious look intimidating you by the second until you were unraveling. “I’m sorry, actually, I don’t know why I’m asking you that, I-”

She cut you off with a firm hand grabbing your jaw, silencing you. Her thumb came up to brush against your bottom lip, the sight of you so needy for her making her shiver.

“Of course you can, detka. All you had to do was ask.” And with that she was removing her top and pulling you close, smirking to herself as you latched on and fell asleep in her hold, all of your worries forgotten for the night.

One night, she invited you to go swimming with her, neglecting to mention that she wasn’t wearing a bathing suit under her robe and letting you find that out for yourself when she stood bare before you on the patio. She swayed her hips purposefully as she walked over to the pool, making sure to bend over and give you a delicious view as she stepped into the water.

Unable to get the vivid image of her perfect backside out of your mind, you shook your head and slowly undressed. You, unlike her, had worn a bathing suit and you decided to keep it on as your nerves followed you to the pool.

Sitting on the steps, she welcomed you in, not hesitating to pull you close to her body. With your head leaning against her arm, so close to where you longed to bury your face, you looked up at her and she simply nodded.

Your hot mouth felt amazing against her nipple, cold from the water and the nighttime air. She hummed as you ran your tongue over the bud, trying to stimulate it enough to get your reward. When nothing came out, you sucked harder, your teeth grazing her sensitive flesh and causing her to whimper.

You quickly pulled away. “Sorry,” you blurted out, your eyes wide.

“It’s okay, sweet girl. It felt good,” Wanda cooed, bringing one hand to the back of your head and the other to your hand under the water. She gently pulled your head back to her chest while moving your hand towards her aching center. “Sometimes when you drink mommy’s milk, it makes her feel tingly down here,” she explained, pressing your fingers against her pussy.

You felt the heat radiating from her core, warm and wet with something that wasn’t just the water from the pool. She guided your fingers to slide through her slick folds and you moaned against her breast at the feel of her.

That seemed to sober you up and you pulled back for a moment to speak. “This isn’t right, we’re not supposed to-”

“Quiet, detka,” she snapped coldly. “I told you I’ll always take care of you and do what’s best for you, didn’t I?” You nodded and she softened at that. “That’s right. Don’t you want to make your mommy feel good? It hurts down there.”

You nodded again, murmuring out a “yes mommy” and kissing around her breasts apologetically.

“Good girl,” she praised, making you clench your thighs together.

That night, you filled her up with your fingers while she filled you up with her milk. She came hard against the wall of the pool and you felt pride welling up within you at the beautiful sight of her in ecstasy. When you grew sleepy, she helped you inside, taking you to her room where you fell asleep on her chest.

She looked down at you fondly, knowing without a doubt that she loved you more dearly than she’d ever loved anything in her life. The love she had for your father didn’t even come close to the way she felt about you. Her heart felt whole with the knowledge that you loved her just as much, all on your own.

She may have had to coax it out of you, but flowers don’t grow where seeds aren’t planted. And in her garden, you were her favorite flower.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff imagine #stepmom!wanda maximoff #alexa writes #kinktober

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egretta-random-writes · 2 months

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Printing Issues

In which Risotto sucks at technology.

I like the headcanon that Risotto has issues using modern technology like computers. Even Melone had a hard time teaching him the basics when La Squadra started using computers to write up reports and communicate, let alone using the internet for research.

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Risotto groaned. Of all days that he had sent Melone off on assignment, it had to be this one. The ONE day the printer decides to go on strike and stop working. There were only so many settings he can change before he screws up the computer. He did not want to have a repeat of THAT fiasco again, the embarrassment from it being more than enough of a deterrent. It also didn’t help that this printer is one of those fancy printer/scanner/photocopier, one of the many technological updates implemented after Don Giorno’s inception. What was wrong with the old printer? It worked fine! Sure it was a bit slow and printed unevenly every now and then and his team SOMETIMES complained about it, but it worked! Why fix something that is not broke?

Who’s at the base and would know how to fix the printer... little Metallica beans sang and swayed on his hand as Risotto pondered this dilemma. Ghiaccio came to mind, but he would no sooner turn the printer into an ice cube rather than actually fix it given his impatience. Unfortunately, Pesci was out on a hit, though he’d be the next likely person to be helpful. Formaggio? Illuso? One fixes cars, not printers; the other always called others to repair appliances rather than do it himself. Proscuitto? Well, as Ghiaccio would put it, "He’s even more of a boomer than you are.” He’s not even going to consider Sorbet and Gelato, the couple off doing their own thing. How about Nephila? She seemed technologically savvy enough and he’s seen her assist Melone troubleshoot Proscuitto’s computer issues. Didn’t she bring her own printer when she moved into the base? If anything, she’d likely let him print off his reports on her printer.

As if summoned, the base door unlocked and Nephila’s voice called out a greeting to Formaggio watching TV in the living room, just as he was about to text her . She was taking off her pack when Risotto appeared and gestured her to follow him, “Nephila, come into my office.”

Nephila looked at him and paused, slightly taken aback, “Uh... alright. I’ll be with you as soon as I’ve done here.” Her capo nodded before disappearing into his office again.

Formaggio glanced back at her curiously, “What was that all about?”

“Not sure.” She shrugged as she put down her pack.

“Remember what’s the rule?” Her fellow assassin teased.

Nephila let out a good-natured laugh, “Don’t die?”

“That’s right!”

“If I die, it’s going to be your ass I’m haunting!” She retorted, grinning.

The redhead laughed and waved dismissively, “Get going! It’s probably nothing serious any ways.”

Letting out a breath, she opened the door to Risotto’s office. She then gently shut the door behind her before turning to face her capo.

“You called for me?” Nephila asked, one hand curling into a fist and stretching open again to release the nervous tension. Her stand skittered beneath the surface of her skin. While she never had any issues with Risotto, he was still her capo and he was intimidating enough, so it was unnerving not knowing what he called her into his office for. Did she miss something or someone in her last mission?

Risotto didn’t miss the nervous gesture, “Relax Nephi, I need your help with this printer.”

“Ah...” Nephi smiled sheepishly as she walked over to his desk, “That I can do. Thought I was in trouble or something.”

“Your name is not Formaggio or Melone.” He commented, sliding over his chair to make room to let her look at his computer screen.

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards when he heard her giggle in response. Risotto knew how intimidating he can come across and he wasn’t necessarily the best when it came to socializing with people. Though it doesn’t take much, it was still nice to hear her laugh. She gave him a grin before leaning over to look at what’s going on in his computer. It was quiet for a few moments except for the clicking of the mouse as Nephi looked over the printer settings. Something brown in her hair caught his eye as Risotto studied his preoccupied subordinate. He reached over and plucked it out; the slight movement breaking Nephi’s focus.

“Hm?” She looked back at him.

He held it up to her to see, “There was a feather in your hair.”

A slight blush coloured her cheeks, “Oh. Must’ve been from one of the birds I ringed this morning. Thanks.” before turning her attention back to the computer screen. A few minutes later found her standing back up and cracking her neck.

“This is strange. All the settings seem normal on the computer... meaning there’s something probably wrong with the printer.” Nephi huffed, frowning as she walked over to printing machine.

She snorted and started laughing again when she looked at the side of the printer.

“What’s so funny?” Risotto asked.

Nephila looked at him grinning, “I think I found the solution to your problem.” And pulled out an unplugged cord, “No wonder you were having trouble.”

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not.”

Risotto pinched the bridge of his nose before rolling his eyes and heaving a great sigh. He really hated modern technology. Nephi couldn’t help but laugh at her capo’s expressiveness. When the man is the definition of stoic, seeing him break into seemingly dramatics was very funny. After rummaging for a bit, she plugged the printer back in and went over to Risotto’s computer again to do a final print test. Luckily, this time, the machine worked as it was designed to. Nephi laughed, patting Risotto’s shoulder sympathetically, “You’re not the only one. It happens to the best of us.”

“I assume you’ll keep your discretion about this?” Side-eyeing his subordinate.

She smiled back, “Your secret’s safe with me.”

Nephi pushed herself up from his desk and started walking to the door, “I’m going to make lunch, you want some?”

Risotto hummed thoughtfully before getting up to follow her, “I could use a break.”

#JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #la squadra #risotto #Risotto Nero #risotto x oc

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tomarrybigbang · 11 months

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Hi Do I understand this correctly? This years bigbang will actually demand from people to finish their work/part of the exchange? Or am I understanding something wrong. Tbh I was ghosted by my partner. They just never finished the story. And from what I read, I'm not the only one who got treated this way. No contact, no explanation. It sucks because I put much work into my piece. I treated it as a transaction, because it kinda was and because of that I also felt really scammed. I made and delivered a product and didn't receive any "payment". Especially because the bigbang didn't demand any explanation from that person. The big bang didn't asign me to another partner too, which was just poor management. From what I'm seeing you're also allowing people to participate who didn't deliver their stuff before. Do you have any prevention methods this year, so the fiasco doesn't repeat? Cheers

Hi, thanks for your message. I’ll try to respond to all of the questions you had below.

Do I understand this correctly? This years bigbang will actually demand from people to finish their work/part of the exchange? Or am I understanding something wrong.

The rules for artists and writers this year will remain the same as they have in previous years. Writers are expected to reach their 3k minimum word count (whether the story itself is complete or not), and artists are still expected to produce a minimum of 1 finished artwork.

Tbh I was ghosted by my partner. They just never finished the story. And from what I read, I'm not the only one who got treated this way. No contact, no explanation. It sucks because I put much work into my piece. I treated it as a transaction, because it kinda was and because of that I also felt really scammed. I made and delivered a product and didn't receive any "payment". Especially because the bigbang didn't demand any explanation from that person. The big bang didn't asign me to another partner too, which was just poor management.

I’m sorry to hear that your partner dropped off the radar. It is a regrettably frequent occurrence in events like this and is something that is, unfortunately, not within my power to control. What I do urge everyone to do, however, is please let me know as soon as possible if your partner is not responding. This way, I can check in on them myself and then we can take any necessary steps from there to make sure everyone is on the same page.

You are also correct in that, at the end of the day, the big bang is a transactional event. I also completely understand your frustration and disappointment when that transaction is not fulfilled. This is why I’ve taken the time to look back through each year to see if I truly did leave a trail of carnage in partnerless works. And from what I found, they have all been largely resolved one way or another save for 1 ficless artist from 2020 that still haunts me to this day.

Whether or not this artist is you, I do sincerely apologise. It wasn’t fair that I dropped the ball on this phenomenal artwork that badly. A backup writer was assigned who also turned into a no-show. After that, it was nearly a month after the event had concluded at which point I failed to check in or notice that a fic wasn’t produced in the end.

From what I'm seeing you're also allowing people to participate who didn't deliver their stuff before. Do you have any prevention methods this year, so the fiasco doesn't repeat?

To put it mildly, the final week of the event (i.e. the Big Bang week) is always a bit of a shitshow from an administrative perspective. From the majority of works being posted at the last minute alone, it can be a scramble to find out who is missing art and fic and how it can be resolved quickly and neatly. This is why the below 2 new rules have been implemented this year to hopefully prevent this, or at least help manage it better:

Posting schedules will be arranged for pairs.

No late works or extensions will be accepted during the big bang week.

I hope this answered your questions and eased any grievances from a possible past mismanagement mistake.

And to anyone else reading this; please don’t hesitate to give me a little nudge or reminder if I ever miss something. When it comes to keeping track of communication in particular, it becomes the classic expression of too many spinning plates. It’s far too easy to take your eye off one for just a second before it tumbles to the floor and breaks.

Cheers

#anonymous #answered

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tonguetiedraven · 2 years

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Bonrin separation anxiety? I'm leaving the rest of the idea up to you, but the only thing I request is for the SA to be mutual. (Both Rin and Bon have SA for each other) Excited to see where ya go with this one.

I though about doing a reunion scene for this, and got part way through writing a mid struggle fic, but finally settled on the two boys receiving their missions. I hope you enjoy it, and thank you so much for the ask <3<3

— — — ヽ(ﾟ｀∀ ´ﾟ)乂(´◕∀◕｀)ﾉ— — —

“It’s your turn,” Shura said as they marched up the steps to the Kyoto branch.

“Is not!” Lewin had never cared about making a scene, and was entirely fine with all the disapproving looks they were now receiving.

“Is too. I handled the Kumiyama case.”

Lightning’s eyes narrowed in consideration. Shura jerked the door open, waited just long enough for Lewin to draw near, and let it swing shut behind her, laughing when Lewin jumped and drew back. He stuck his tongue out at her as he went on in.

“Was that really the last one?”

“…Yeah? Last one we gave them.”

Lewin wrinkled his nose. “Fine. You’re right. But you’re forgetting something.”

They passed office after office and headed towards the back where the one they needed was. “Yeah? What’d I forget?”

Lewin reached for the door and offered her a vicious smile. “I,” he said simply, “outrank you.” Pulling the door open, he made a sweeping bow. “After you, Miss Kirigakure.”

She gave him the fiercest glare she could manage and decided she’d use the naiads in their next spar. She’d make them bathe him, the bastard.

“Look alive, kids!”

“We’re not kids!” Rin whined while Ryuuji simply lifted his gaze from whatever he’d been staring at on his pad. Rin was perched on the desk instead of doing any work. Probably had been playing with his fiancé’s hair and trying to get Ryuuji to actually take a break.

“What’s up?” Ryuuji asked cautiously as he straightened in his chair and gave them both a curious look.

“We come with assignments.”

“Fun!” Rin twisted around on the desk, knocking one of Ryuuji’s statues over and nearly toppling his container of pens. The aria caught it before it could fall and righted it. Satisfied with that, he curled Rin’s destructive tail around his arm to keep it mildly tamed.

They really did work so well together. It was kind of stupid to keep doing this just because they were partners off the field. They were engaged for crying out loud. It obviously wasn’t a thing that was going away. They were good together.

“Rin,” Ryuuji barely breathed the word, and it was obvious he’d already put together what Rin hadn’t. Yet. He reached forward and gently grabbed Rin’s hand with his own.

“Feel like a trip to the alps before you get hitched, Ryuuji?” Lightning took the lead for a moment, which meant Shura would have to be the one to tell Rin he was going to South America and not joining Ryuuji with the mountain goats in the alps. It double sucked for Ryuuji. Not only would it be a seperate mission, but he also hated the cold.

“The alps?” Ryuuji asked, glancing at his fiance who was still staring at Shura and Lightning with easy smiles.

“Yetis.”

“Ooh! I’ve always wanted to see one!” Rin’s tail partially unwound from Ryuuji’s arm to wag excitedly.

Damn it. Mentally plotting Lightning’s demise, Shura spoke up. “Sorry, kiddo. You’re coming with me to Paraguay to check in on the Ao Ao.”

Rin’s nose wrinkled. “That’s close to the alps, ain’t it?” His tail stopped wagging and wound right back around Ryuuji’s arm.

“It’s in South America, Rin.” Ryuuji moved his tail held arm so he could settle his hand on Rin’s hip. “An entirely different continent.”

“No.” It was said simply, and definitively. Rin’s hand tightened its grip on Ryuuji’s hand and didn’t budge. “I’m not leaving without Ryuuji.”

“When?” Ryuuji asked quietly.

“Tomorrow,” Lewin said at the same time Shura said “tonight.”

Ryuuji nodded and released Rin’s hip. He grabbed his phone up, pulling it as close as he could with his arm still mostly immobilized by Rin’s tail. “Would you mind giving us a moment?”

“Sure thing.” Shura stepped back and motioned for Lewin to follow. The arch knight did with an unhappy expression. He didn’t like doing these kind of missions any more than she did.

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“No,” Rin repeated the moment the door was shut. Ryuuji didn’t have a chance to interject his own dislike before his chair was shoved back—or the desk was—and Rin was in his lap with his arms wrapped tight around Ryuuji’s chest.

“I know, sunshine. I don’t wanna go either.”

“Why won’t they ever let us go together? I can’t keep ya safe when we’re apart.”

“I can’t keep you from jumping into shit you shouldn’t when we’re apart.”

It was the same every damn time. They were rarely given paired assignments because of their off job ‘partnership’ (because the Vatican would always be slow to acknowledge that they were lovers and fiancé’s and there was a quickly approaching wedding) and some stupid theory that they wouldn’t be able to fight together without compromising themselves.

Like Ryuuji fought better when he didn’t know where Rin was or how he was. Like Ryuuji wouldn’t be worrying that something had happened to his fiancé. Ryuuji got sent on hard missions, and Rin got sent on impossible missions.

“I don’t want you to go. Can’t you just say no? Yetis almost killed the old man.”

“Yeah? Don’t think you ever told me that.”

“I could tell you if you don’t go.”

“I gotta go.” He did not want to, but he knew there was no point fighting. Plus, he was still waiting on approval for all the leave he’d requested for their wedding. He couldn’t afford to piss them off. Yet.

“But he said it’d be tonight! That’s no time!”

Ryuuji slid his chair a bit further back and swiveled around so his back was to the door. He had no doubt they were listening outside the door and he didn't want them to hear Rin upset. No one should get to look into their struggles without being invited in. Ryuuji got to know about Rin's anxieties, and Rin got to know about his, that was all he needed.

“Breathe with me, Rin. I gotcha.”

It was strange how easy it was to push his own anxiety away in these moments. Rin got distraught in the moment while Ryuuji saved his own breakdowns for late at night. It wasn’t like he could sleep at night without Rin anyway. At least working through the panic gave him something to do. He could push his own anxiety temporarily away while he fought to help Rin, because the need to help Rin would always override everything else. (The need to help and protect Rin was the entirety of his problem. How could he keep Rin safe and alive if he wasn't there?)

Rin took in a wheezing breath and dropped his head against Ryuuji’s shoulder. “You got stabbed last time.”

“You broke both your legs.”

“Yeah, but you don’t heal fast.”

Ryuuji huffed out an unhappy sort of laugh. “Right. How about we both just promise not to get hurt? Loser has to—” it was hard to even talk about it, the fears and stupid voices were already rising in his head and trying to convince him that Rin was going to die in a horrible and violent way the moment Ryuuji stepped out of their shared apartment— “has to listen to Mephisto’s plans for the wedding and try to talk him down.”

“You better not lose, Ryuuji. I will bite Lewin this time if you come back injured.”

“This time? Like you haven’t tried to do it before?”

“I’ll actually manage it this time.” Rin gave him a smile that was almost real, and that was progress if nothing else.

“You better not lose either, Rin, or I’m taking away your kitchen privileges. We’ll do take out for a month.”

“Hey!” Rin gasped, shoving at Ryuuji’s chest in mock indignation. “That’s no fair!”

“Then don’t do anything stupid. You know Shura will tell me if you do.”

Rin lowered his gaze and played with Ryuuji’s tie. “Promise you’ll call me when you can?”

“Yes. Promise you’ll do the same? I expect voicemails.”

Rin snorted and cuddled close again. “Long random ones. Promise.”

“Good.” Ryuuji looped his arms back around Rin and hugged him as he tilted his own head against Rin’s. They spent a moment in that silence, savoring the last few minutes before they were separated for their briefings. They’d cram in a dinner together, and then it would be a long split for the mission. It would be hard, but they would make it through like they always did. Someday Ryuuji would take over the Myōō Dharani and Rin would be Paladin, and they wouldn’t have to separate on any mission if they didn’t want to.

But for now, Ryuuji took solace in holding Rin while he could.

#bonrin #ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #my tumblr fics #ryuuji suguro #rin okumura #ryuji suguro #bon suguro #bonfire #aoex #bon x rin #bon/rin #thank you for the ask ^^#shura kirigakure #lewin lightning light

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bvannn · 8 months

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Weekly update august 18, 2023

I’m writing this a bit earlier than I usually do because unfortunately the medical condition I mentioned last time is unbearably bad today. It hasn’t been too bad this past week but as of the last hour or so I’ve decided not to get up until tomorrow (save for food, bathing, and bathroom) to avoid worsening it. Luckily I got stuff done this morning before it really started to hit.

TRGA: I’m done with Jon’s animations for shot 1-1, and 33% through Emile’s. I’m planning to continue at the pace I have been, and luckily I got the work I assigned myself on it today done this morning, so I am free to wallow this evening. Assuming I’m better tomorrow I’ll try to get another keyframe done, and keep on pace. No sketchy line effects yet either but I’m not anticipating those being too hard as long as I’m careful where I apply them.

General drawing are going slow because I’ve been trying to push myself on music. I was going to screw with my guitar this evening but it’ll have to get pushed to Sunday evening most likely. I got spitfire labs working, as well as their little bbc orchestra set, and as of yesterday I think I got komolete start fixed. I still do not know how it works entirely, but a majority of the vsts are straightforward enough. I’ve been trying to go through and bookmark the ones that’ll be useful, there are a lot of wavy synth noises that don’t really have much use. Also appear to be missing some general instruments as well, anyone who can point me to a good accordion, harmonica, or zunpet vst, preferably free, please do. I think one of the programs with komplete start works like a guitar amp so I do want to try to relearn guitar enough for chords and rhythms. Shouldn’t take too long as long as I reapply note stickers, since guitar is a C instrument, which I was trained in.

Okay actual drawing stuff should hopefully be coming once I get my energy back as well. This next week should be my last week of work at my summer job (which kinda sucks because as tired as this job makes me I do really like it). I am holding my head high for a nice little internship in the fall, which could either be better or worse for me in terms of energy, and there is a good chance I’ll have more time to put into drawing/writing. Or I could just stuff it all into animation too, but I can animate during lecture as well to save time. Especially since I have an online hybrid course, so I can pause lecture, so I’m not even actually slacking off.

I apologize for rambling so much today my mood has been volatile and so has my medical condition. There even a good chance I change plans and do figure out a way to draw without getting up tonight after all. Maybe. Probably not. I hate my body and I want to die but it’s fine because I plan ahead. Maybe I’ll overdose on Tylenol again, I think I’ve been off it for long enough that it shouldn’t hurt my liver.

#weekly update

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inkofamethyst · 1 year

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November 3, 2022

I’m skipping class for the first time ever, I think (and, yes, I do feel bad about it). Today’s more of a discussion day for that class anyway and I have some work to catch up on for it plus I just finished my second of three exams this week and I think it was a bit of a doozy, but I don’t feel horrible about it. Developmental biology is really really interesting stuff, and I wish I’d spent more time studying lol. Glad I took the time to record lectures for it this go round! My prof barely puts explanations on the slides. Also,,, found out today that half the class doesn’t go to lecture which is funny because I know for a fact I couldn’t learn the material from the slides he posts...

My dad thinks I should apply to a backup Masters, actually. Which puts me right about back to where I started. He thinks I should go for an MBA which, sure, is more applicable to a greater diversity of pursuits. But I’d kinda wanna go for a masters in library/museum studies, actually. And I know, I know there are so few jobs out there for museum professionals. I know. But if I need something to do for a year or two in case I’m not accepted to any of the mere six programs to which I am applying.. I think I’d want it to be something I’d enjoy? Something that I was looking into doing post-grad school anyway?

I’m.. I’m getting worried again. The worries, the nervousnesses are creeping back in. I do have experience. I do have wonderful, highly-connected mentors and recommendation-writers. I suppose I just need the luck to be on my side.

And let’s not gloss over the fact that I missed an assignment. Fully. Just.. did not submit it. The first time I’ve done so in... maybe ever? A flat-out zero. And if I don’t hurry up with last week’s assignment for the same class (a synthesis and summary reading response), I could end up with another one. I do feel a bit overwhelmed with schoolwork while worrying about applications and also the orchestra (I honestly have not taken any real time to practice this whole semester and it shows and it sucks and I feel awful because I feel like I’m letting my section down (I have to clarify that I know this is not a healthy mindset)) and also my volunteer thing (which, frankly, doesn’t take up a ton of time, but still) and my research thing. I don’t know if it’s the senioritis or what, but I am very much looking forward to next semester’s three-day weekends and comparatively minimal coursework. I just need a wee break, that’s all.

I only have one ask, one prayer for this application season, and it’s that I end up where I need to be. In a place that is challenging and fun and stimulating and nurturing. And, if I had it my way, perhaps a little bit enviable too, but that’s not strictly necessary.

So to return back to the original thought, I don’t know whether I should apply to a backup masters program, actually. I don’t know if it should be bioanth-based, museum studies, or something more generalized. And I don’t know how to approach my mentors with the question, either.

I went to an open house for my “reach school” (they’re pretty much all reaches, but this is the major reach ig) and I wanna go there so bad oh my god. I’m gonna end up in the same boat as I was in four years ago with my undergrad Choice 1 aren’t I lol. I wanna go there so bad it almost hurts (that’s a hyperbole, as I’m definitely in a better space mentally than I was four years ago, but the basic sentiment stands).

Today I’m thankful that tomorrow’s exam quite literally does not matter for me because I got full marks on the last midterm for the class and one of the two midterms gets dropped, so there’s no incentive for me to try all that hard, honestly. I’ll still go, I’ll still give a cursory glance over my notes, but I am not at all pressed.

Frankly, I just want to sleep. Hard.

My body is so tense that I think if anyone were to touch me even gently, if the wind were to blow ever so slightly in my direction, I might shatter like a brittle statue.

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rose--hathaways · 2 years

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Hey you work at a bookstore, don't you? That's a literal dream job and not gonna lie, I'm a teeny tiny bit jealous lol. Could you help a girl out with an assignment by telling me what the job's like? I'd like the facts; I wanna know what a day of a bookstore employee's like...though I guess a little romanticizing couldn't hurt ;) Thanks!

hey sorry i only just saw this, i don’t know when this got asked so i’m sorry if it’s a really late reply!! also sorry that this will be a long reply! 😅

it can definitely be a dream job, but i won’t lie, there are times when it sucks, like any workplace really. i work for a chain bookstore, so a lot of what we do is dictated by our interstate head office so it sucks that we don’t have a lot of control over things like stock, promotions, displays, what sections we have in store, (eg. i am dying to trial a new adult section, but head office say no ☹️), but they’re all little things. i literally get paid to talk about books all day, so i can’t complain! 😂

usually in the mornings we clean the store and fill/restock the shelves and tables first. most of the late morning/middle of the day is spent receiving in stock that gets delivered from suppliers and organising it into sections, so it can easily be run out onto the shop floor and put away, which we all do through the middle/end of the day. receiving in & running out stock is pretty much everyone’s favourite task, because we get to read all the blurbs and get first chance at putting aside any books that we want for ourselves (the staff discount isn’t as great as what i’ve heard our main competitor gives their staff, but it’s still a pretty good discount)

the middle of the day is also usually our busiest time customer-wise, usually around 11-4, so we try to all be on the floor during this time, usually putting things away/restocking while we help our customers.

we get oldies earlier in the day, which i love. just recommend james patterson or nora roberts/j.d. robb books to them and they’ll be absolutely stoked, especially if they have new releases. we generally have pretty decent oldies come through, and they always like to have a bit of a chat about the books they like, books they read as kids, about our hair colours (very few of our team members have had a consistent hair colour for more than a week), and they always like to offer a lot of feedback about the books that they’ve read which i always like to take on board so maybe i can help recommend something to someone later. we have a little notebook at the counter where we write down notes about different books that customers recommend to us, so if you ever want to talk about books to your bookseller please do! we love feedback and we love talking about books!!

afternoons, especially after 3PM we get a huge rush of school kids. if the manga section isn’t fully-stocked by this time, we’re in trouble 😂 we always have to really kick our brains in at this time, because kids/parents always ask for suggestions and they never know their/their kid’s reading level, so there’s a lot of trial and error at this time of day 😅 it’s good fun though, just don’t ever say to a kid that whatever you’re recommending is something that you read as a kid (eg. roald dahl) because they will absolutely put it down and refuse to read it 😂

so i’m also the manager of my store (yes they are trusting a twenty-three-year-old idiot to run one of the state’s biggest bookstores, i too am shocked by this but also very grateful), so my weekday-jobs also includes doing the oh-so fun office tasks like sending reports, placing orders, checking on customer orders, setting up promotions and displays (which i actually really like), doing little mini stocktakes if we notice we’re missing stuff (you wouldn’t believe how many tarot cards get stolen from bookstores 💀), rostering staff, etc. etc. it’s not always the most fun but 🤷🏼‍♀️

weekends are a mixed pack in terms of customers, but there’s definitely a lot of clueless dads in the morning (we hear the phrase “i’m babysitting the kids” so often from them and it’s so gross like they’re your kids, it doesn’t count as babysitting?? 😂) and honestly we get great sales from them because they’ll buy anything that stops their kid from having a tantrum without even questioning it

we also get a lot of teens come through on weekends, and they’re generally really sweet and want to talk about books, and are always desperate for recommendations (and always update us on what’s trending on booktok), and every couple of weeks you get to witness a really cool moment where random teens will start talking to each other about whatever books they’re looking at and it is the sweetest thing seeing like these friendships (whether fleeting or not) being forged, it makes me so nostalgic and it’s so cool to see other people loving something that you also love

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i’m so sorry i’ve written so much here, i hope this answers your question!

#feel free to message me if it doesn’t!#i know i ramble a lot i’m so sorry 😭#i just really love my job #AND WHEN I FINALLY GET TO OPEN MY OWN BOOKSTORE AND GET TOTAL CONTROL OVER WHAT WE STOCK AND WHAT SECTIONS WE HAVE #oof the DREAM #thank you for asking sorry again for rambling i love answering bookstore questions!!

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girlrose · 3 years

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i love the way school makes me feel like an actual lazy loser idiot

#what i love the most is when professors don’t allow late assignments #like i missed your stupid ass assignment that only you care about BECAUSE I WAS WORKING ALL DAY #it just sucks like i put in so much work and i’ve missed one assignment now my grade is awful #i’m just so bad at school and it makes me feel terrible #i wish i didn’t have to do it anymore i’m burned out ):

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moonxbabe · 3 years

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vinnie hacker smut - not too loud -

hi besties - this is another request - enjoy :)

warning: smut 18+

“Your mom said she’s picking us up from the airport when we land,” You leaned your head against Vinnie’s shoulder as he held your hand intertwining your fingers. You both were on the way to visit his parents in Seattle and you couldn't be more excited. This was the first time you would actually be going to visit his family and it just made everything feel more real.

“I love how she texts you and not me,” He let out a chuckle.

“What can I say? She loves me,” You smile up at him and peck his cheek softly.

“She does, which I'm very happy about.” He held your hand tightly before leaning in to kiss you softly, he then pulled away to whisper “I'm also very happy you wore those leggings because you look so fucking good in them,” He moves his hand to your thigh squeezing it gently.

“Don't start,” you smack his hand away as he slightly pouts. “You’re going to need to keep it together all weekend,”

“What do you mean?” He looks at you trying to process your words as if you just spoke to him in a different language.

“I mean, we’ll be at your parents house Vinnie, we’re not doing anything inappropriate there,” you say in a low tone so no one on the airplane can hear your conversation.

“You're joking right?” He stares at you in disbelief.

“Vin, you can do it, I believe in you,” you laugh at his expression.

“But-- I mean--” He tries to find defending words and you shake your head.

“Don't even try, absolutely not.” You lean down to grab the magazine you bought to browse through it.

“Well this is just great,” He groans softly, slumping in his seat like the child he is. You glance over at him and can't help but to laugh again. “Can we at least have a quickie before we get there?” He leans in whispering but with urgency.

“Get a grip would you,” you look at him with wide eyes at his suggestion.

“This fucking sucks,” He rolls his eyes and pouts once again before putting his earphones in. You shake your head looking back down at your magazine as he leans his head on your shoulder closing his eyes.

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“I'm so over this trip already,” Vinnie leans against the doorframe of the room his mom assigned to you for the weekend.

“It's fine, it’ll make things easier anyway,” You walk over to him, placing your hands on his chest as he moves his to your waist pulling you in and kissing you softly.

“Or I’ll just be thinking about you all night from my room down the hall,” He closes his eyes and presses his forehead against yours, sighing. You slide your hands up and around his shoulders before kissing him again.

“It's just a few days, but maybe if you're a good boy I’ll sneak into your room and give you a goodnight kiss,” you whisper against his lips and he smiles.

“Dinners ready!” You both hear Maria call out from downstairs. Reggies door swings open and chuckles at the both of you standing there.

“Get a room would ya? Oh wait,” He jokes at the fact that you both will be in separate rooms. Vinnie lets you go and rolls his eyes shoving his younger brother playfully as you both follow him downstairs.

“Did you get all set up y/n?” Maria asks you, setting up the table. Vinnie plops down on a chair not being anymore obvious about his annoyance at the situation. You hold back a laugh.

“Yes, everything is great, Maria. Thank you,” you smile at her and stand by the kitchen counter helping her grab things to place on the table.

“If you need anything at all, don't be shy,” Nate chimes in, sitting down at the head of the table.

“You guys are so sweet, thank you for everything,” you smiled at both parents before sitting down besides Vinnie at the table.

“It would be sweeter if--” Vinnie mumbled to himself as you smack his side to stop.

“I’ve missed you so much,” Maria comes up to hug Vinnie from behind, kissing the top of his head. He hugs into her and smiles causing you to smile.

“I missed you too mom,” He says back as she walks over to take her seat.

Dinner was filled with a lot of chats and laughs, bringing up Vinnies childhood. Maria pulled out baby photos which were adorable. We all played board games until almost 12am which is when his parents decided to call it a night.

“Vin, go to bed,” you laughed softly as he lingered at the door of your room once again as you pulled out one of his t-shirts that you loved to sleep with and a pair of sleep shorts from your suitcase.

“Come with me,” he frowned at you.

“I’ll come tell you good night in a minute, okay?” You walked over to peck his lips as he grabbed you kissing you deeply. You kissed him back before slowly pulling away.

“I need a cold shower,” He groaned softly.

“Go, i'll come by your room in a few,” you whispered and smiled at him, he nodded. After getting changed and doing your nightly routine you peaked out the hallway to make sure no one was around before sneaking to Vinnies room. You knock softly before opening the door and walking in quickly closing it behind you. He was standing in front of the mirror in a towel wrapped around his waist as he attempted to fix his wet curls. Your eyes scanned his body as you slightly bit the side of your lower lip at the sight of him. He was a God and you never understood how lucky you were to have him.

“Hi baby,” he smiled, catching your eyes through the mirror before turning around and walking over to you.

“Hi,” you say quietly as he places his hand on your cheek, kissing you softly as you kiss him back, your hands resting on his bare chest as his other hand sits on your lower back. After a few moments you slowly pull away. “I should go,” you whisper against his lips and he shakes his head.

“No, stay for a little while longer,” he pouts while moving both hands down holding your waist against his.

“I will, if you put some clothes on,” you look him in the eyes trying not to get distracted by his almost naked body and the fact that your bodys were basically pressed together. He raises an eyebrow and slightly smirks realizing it was getting to you.

“Or I can stay like this,” He leans down to kiss your neck softly as your eyes flutter shut.

“No fair,” you gasped at the feeling as he placed kisses all over your neck, he knew that was your weakness and he was taking advantage of it. He chuckled softly against your skin before kissing up to right underneath your ear, breathing softly into it.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” He whispered into your ear causing you to bite your lower lip.

“S-Stop,” you attempted to say but it came out more as a soft moan.

“Hmm doesn't sound convincing baby,” He kissed back down your neck before moving to the other side and sucking on a spot. Your arms moving around his neck as you swallowed hard, your eyes slightly rolling back at the feeling.

“Don't leave a mark,” You moved one hand into his damp hair, gripping it slightly before tugging it away. He trailed his tongue over it and kissed back up to your lips. You kissed him back hungrily as he moved his hands down gripping your ass letting out a soft groan. You could feel his hardness poking against you as your bodies pressed against one another.

“I need to go,” you whispered breathlessly as he kissed down your jawline again, taking your earlobe in his mouth sucking on it gently. You let out a moan at the feeling trying to hold back but he was doing everything to make it impossibly hard.

“Go then,” He chuckled softly into your ear teasing you. He knew he had you.

“I hate you,” You groaned softly, moving one hand to rub him through the towel wanting him deep inside you already.

“You fucking love me,” He growled pushing you back against his door before moving one hand swiftly down the front of your shorts as he let two fingers slide up and down your pussy feeling your wetness causing you to gasp softly.

“Still want me to stop?” He bit his lower lip letting out a groan at how soaked you were wanting to savor it. You rolled your eyes at his words causing him to softly laugh.

“Didn't think so,” He rubbed circles against your clit before thrusting both fingers deep into you causing you to moan. You spread your legs a little more, giving him space as his fingers worked in and out of you at a steady pace.

“Yes, Vin,” You leaned your head back against the door moaning once more as he leaned back in to plant kisses all over your neck.

“Not too loud baby,” He whispered against your skin, reminding you. You nod a little as he kisses back up to your lips devouring them. You kiss him back deeply as your arms wrap his neck. His tongue enters the kiss exploring your mouth as his fingers work faster in and out of you while his thumb doesn't leave your clit. You moan into the kiss glad its muffled as he moves his free hand under your shirt to grab your breast and slowly play with your nipple in between his fingers

“Fuck, Vinnie, don’t stop” You pull away from the kiss and whisper, biting your bottom lip to hold back any sound that was dying to slip out. You lean your head back against the door overwhelmed by pleasure as your eyes roll back shutting. You move your hips against his fingers as he smirks before slowly curling his fingers over and over deep inside you hitting your g-spot.

“Oh my God,” Your mouth falls open letting out a moan as you grip his shoulders steadying you as your legs begin to shake uncontrollably. You could feel the knot in your stomach form as your walls clenched around his fingers.

“Cum for me baby,” He whispered against your ear driving you over the edge as your climax took over releasing all over his fingers. He held you up as your legs gave out from the high before slowly taking his fingers out tasting you. “Good girl,” He whispers against your lips before kissing you as you kiss him back deeply. You move your hands to quickly undo his towel letting it drop to the floor before reaching for his hard dick stroking it.

You pull away ready to get down on your knees, but he shakes his head pulling you back up.

“I want you, now.” He growls, devouring your lips once more as you nod quickly wanting him just as bad. He bends down slightly lifting you up from the back of your thighs as your legs wrap around his waist and your arms around his neck. He pushes you back against the door as he lets out a groan feeling his tip rub against your wetness. Within seconds he thrusts deep into you causing you to moan loudly into the kiss as your back arches off the door into him.

“You’re so tight baby, fuck,” He pulls away from the kiss to mumble in your ear as his hips thrust in and out of you at a steady hard pace, his hands grip your ass as he buries his face into your neck.

“Faster Vin,” You tried to moan quietly but he felt so good it was impossible. He nodded pushing you back against the door harder as he fucked into you faster and deeper. “Yes, holy shit yes--” Your nails dug into his back as you leaned your head back against the door.

“Shhh baby girl,” He whispered in your ear letting out a soft laugh before kissing down your neck. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure at the feeling as you began to move your hips along with his meeting every thrust but you wanted more.

“Fuck mommy harder, Vin” You moaned into his ear knowing it would get to him. He loved it when you let him call you mommy. He let out a groan at your words losing control fucking you into the door harder and faster causing you to scream in pleasure. “Yes, yes my good boy” you moaned as your nails clawed down his back.

“I'm about to cum, mommy, fuck” He growled against your ear, breathing heavily as you nodded, feeling your orgasm get closer with every thrust. His sweaty and damp hair sticking to his forehead as he leaned his head back gripping you tighter against him pushing himself as deep as he could go hitting your g-spot once again causing you to moan loudly.

“I-Im--” You begin to say as Vinnie slams his hand over your mouth as you both hear a door open and someone walk around the house. You look into his eyes in horror as your body shakes attempting to hold your orgasm that was beginning to take over. Your heart beat loud in your chest as he held your body tightly shaking his head signaling you not to worry as the steps paced around. You hold your breath in fear causing your body to shake even more as your orgasm lingers, tightening your legs harder around him.

Vinnie lets out a soft groan at the shift and leans in kissing your forehead before you both hear the footsteps stop and a door close, he slowly removes his hand from your mouth attacking your lips with a smile enjoying the risk too much.

“Oh my God, Vin” You breath out holding a moan as he continues right where you both left off thrusting in and out of your hard and fast as the knot in your stomach grew biting your lower lip.

“Cum on my dick, mommy,” Vinnie whispered in a husky tone into your ear causing your climax to take over within seconds, you threw your head back as you attempted to hold back a loud moan, your walls clenched around him hard, causing him to twitch inside you.

“Yes, my good boy,” You whined as your high ran through your body. He moaned softly at your words, holding you tightly, cumming deep inside you leaving you both breathless. Your legs give out as they slowly unwind from around his waist down to the ground. He held you up hugging your body tightly kissing the top of your head.

“Never again,” you breath out looking up at him as he slowly lets you go to grab a towel.

“You started it,” He chuckled softly, bending down to clean you up as you held on his shoulders.

“Absolutely not,” You looked down at him in disbelief and frowned somewhat ashamed you couldn't keep your hands off each other for one weekend.

“Yes you did!” He whispered-yelled getting up “You came in here, remember?” He pointed out, causing you to roll your eyes.

“I’m so embarrassed, I hope no one actually heard us,” You leaned into him pressing your head into his chest wrapping your arms around him as he chuckled softly hugging your body tightly.

“It's not a big deal, we weren't caught,” He lifted you up, carrying you to his bed.

“Vin, I can't stay in here,” you insisted as he sat you down in the open covers of the bed. He frowned at your words getting in next to you.

“But you know I love to cuddle after,” He puts his arm around you as he covers you with his warm comforter making it hard to resist.

“You're going to make your parents hate me,” You pout cuddling into his bare chest placing a soft kiss on his peck.

“They could never,” He smiled at his win, hugging you in his arms placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I'm going to have to sneak out of here at like 7am, okay?” You look up at him as he nods, leaning his head on top of yours ready to fall asleep.

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sableseb · 3 years

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Hello love, could I request a gif where readers life is just in shambles. Family shit (my sister and her bf are just aggravating me so much grrr plus just other family drama with my mother) and I have some assignments that are eating me alive and I just want Loki to hold me. So reader come home and just breaks down and Loki is only soft with reader and hold her and comforts her and they have a cheeky fuck because he wants yo make her forget so he just makes her cum over and over. Idk just body worship like mans is just all up on them tiddies and is being dominant but is really just pleasuring reader?

-🐈‍⬛

I hope you’re doing better now, my love! I know how it goes, being stressed and just wanting to be reassured that everything will work out by someone I love. I really hope you like this! Thank you for this great request. Cause I needed this too💞

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warnings: smut, angst, allusions to depression, restraint using magic, finger sucking, biting, fingering

Ache.

That’s all you felt. It’s like your mind and body weren’t one any longer and somehow, all the emotion you had, the spark that made you a force to be reckoned with, is gone.

It’s been a long day. A long week even. An even longer month of feeling empty. When it began? Hard to tell really. It’s like all the pain and sadness from your past came crashing down on you. The stress of your present and the fear of your future adding on to the clench in your heart.

You fumble with the keys for a moment before opening the door to your apartment. Sleep. That’s all that’s on your mind as you trudge your way through the living room and into your bedroom.

You have to get out of the form fitting skirt and tight blouse. It’s been constricting your movement all day and making you feel stiff. The bra you adorn is cutting into your skin, leaving red marks in its wake.

You strip and put on an oversized tee and head straight to your bed. Muscles instantly unwind leaving behind a slight throb. Sitting all day at a desk will do that to you. You’ve thought about quitting, multiple times. But, you have to work if you want to have a roof over your head.

As thoughts fill your mind, it’s nearly impossible to fall into the slumber you so desperately need. But, fatigue soon overcomes your worrying as your eyelids start to droop and your breathing evens out.

“Darling, are you home?” A tentative voice rings out through the air and straight to your ears. Loki. You grin, but don’t move. You wait for him to come to you. He knows he can usually find you bundled up in your room. So, as he opens the door to where you lay among the fluffy pillows, he’s not shocked to see you already out of your work clothes.

Raising up slightly, you tell him, “I’ve missed you.”

Loki makes his way over to you and you flash him that smile he finds utterly beautiful and oh so tantalizing. He suddenly notices something. That smile, the smile that could make an army fall to their knees, doesn’t quite make it to your eyes.

His heart starts to crack and his eyes that usually shine with adoration soften as he takes you in. You’re not you. And he knows you haven't been you for a while. You speak softly, dark circles encase your eyes, and he swears you’ve lost weight. He mentally kicks himself for not asking you what’s wrong sooner.

“Is everything okay, my dear?”

He’s so close to the bed, but you need him next to you under the covers. You need him to wrap his arms around you as you drift into a dreamless sleep. “I’m okay.” You say while reaching for him. “Will you lay with me?”

Loki would do anything for you. Anything to make you happy, to make you feel loved. He doesn’t hesitate to crawl into bed with you and pull you against his chest. Instantly you melt against him, all the stress ebbing away.

You giggle against his suit. Always so formal. “Loki. You’re making me uncomfortable. It’s like I’m in the suit instead.”

With a snap of his fingers, his clothes are gone leaving him in only his boxers. “Is this better then?”

With a grin, you straddle his lap, burying your face into the crook of his neck and breathing in his scent. “Much.”

Even with bare skin, he’s just as warm and inviting. This is how you’re supposed to feel. Loved, happy, protected...content. Why didn’t you feel like this one your own? Why did you have to rely on him to keep the sadness at bay? It’s not fair. But, you couldn’t be more relieved you’re able to find a sense of belonging. And you couldn’t be more terrified to have a man as your reprieve.

“Tell me. What’s going on in that mind of yours?” Loki asks as he runs his fingers through your hair. He needs you to tell him how you feel, needs to understand so he can help in any way he can.

You contemplate for a moment. You know if you don’t tell him something he’s going to keep insisting until you give in. “I dunno,” You mumble against his chest. “I’ve just been stressed lately and tired. Very tired.”

“You know,” he begins, “I’m here for you. You can come to me with anything and I’ll listen. I don’t want you to be sad.”

You sigh as your heart flutters. Loki truly is so good to you. He always makes sure to put a smile on your face and he’s so attentive to your mood. You knew he’d catch on that it was something deeper troubling you.

“I know you’re here for me. That’s why I love you so much.”

I love you. Who knew three words could hold so much power. Loki feels as if those words mean more than any shrine back on Asgard. Leave it to a mortal to make him feel emotions he’s not accustomed to feeling.

“And I you,” he whispers.

He gently rolls you over until he’s hovering above you. His hair gathers around his face so you brush your hand across his cheek to tuck the strands behind his ear. He never gets tired of your touch, so warm and tender and soft. He clutches your wrist and places light kisses along your palm and fingers.

“I want to help you forget,” he says, admiring you beneath him.

“And how will you help me forget?” You ask with a smirk.

Loki puts your hand aside and slowly leans down until he’s placing harsher kisses around your neck and up to your ear. He bites and sucks as you arch into him before he says, “By taking you.”

His hands find your chest. His firm grasp on your tender flesh makes you emit tiny whimpers. It shouldn’t feel this good. Nothing on this planet should feel as good as this. Having Loki between your legs, caressing your body, worshiping you as if you were a god instead, it’s enough to make your mind melt.

Your sole focus is on him and his touch. The way he gently ruts against your dampening core, his soft kisses and nimble fingers teasing your sensitive nipples, it’s as if you didn’t have a worry in the first place. But, you never do when he works you into a whimpering mess.

“Tell me to make you forget,” he pants.

Your voice comes out shaky as you plead, “Please. Make me forget, Loki.”

“I’ll always give you what you need.”

He grips your shirt and raises it over your head. It falls in a heap on the floor and your panties soon follow. He doesn’t give you a second without having his lean body pressed against yours. He kisses you then, full of love and longing. Your hands grip his hair as you kiss him just as deeply. His kisses are addicting, the way he tastes, the way his tongue tangles with your own, how he captures each noise that falls past your swollen lips.

Your mouth can’t seem to move any longer as he slowly pushes his fingers inside you. Loki then trails his mouth to your breasts, kissing each one before taking a nipple between his teeth.

It’s heaven. The way his lips wrap around your tight bud, how those long fingers are exploring your wet channel. The pleasure is starting to build at a steady pace, but you need more.

“Faster,” you gasp.

Loki’s more than happy to comply. He speeds up the thrust of his fingers, reveling in the way your arousal pools in his palm and creates little noises that bounce off your bedroom walls along with your moans.

As your climax rises higher, so do your hips. They’re hovering above the mattress as you let the God take you apart. His bites get harsher along your chest and when he feels your thighs start to tremble, he sinks his teeth into your nipple and that brings you to utter ecstasy.

He feels your pussy clench and your body pull taught as you keen against his hand. You’re beautiful when you fall apart. Sweat casts a slight sheen across your body, your skin is littered in purple marks, your face contorts into pleasure, Loki takes pride in making you cum. He’s going to make sure the only thing on your mind tonight is him.

“My sweet girl, so good for me.”

Loki pulls his hand away from your tender heat and brings his fingers to your mouth. Instantly, you open for him, letting him slide those digits that brought you to your pleasure along your tongue.

He thrusts his fingers in and out of your mouth languidly and you treat them as if you were sucking his cock. He groans at the suction. It sends a spark to his leaking member.

You’re sad when he takes his fingers from you. You’d happily suck on them all night if you could. But, when you see him discard his boxers, you’re not so upset any longer.

You want to taste him, feel him fuck your throat. You reach for him, aching to run your hand along his thick shaft and suck on his tip. Loki has other plans though.

An invisible force knocks you back. As the initial shock fades, irritation takes over. You can’t move. Your arms are held down to your sides, torso seemingly stuck to the mattress below. The only things you have control over are your legs and it takes everything in you not to kick that smirk off his handsome face.

“Now, darling, don’t look so upset. Tonight is about you. Not me.”

“But, I want you.”

Loki leans over you, lining himself up with your pulsing cunt. “And you’ll have me.”

Swiftly, he sheaths himself inside you. Moans erupt from both of your bodies. While he lets you adjust, he takes your mouth with his once more. It’s all tongue and spit. It causes you to pulse around his shaft and you catch his moans as you move your lips with his.

While you’re occupied with his kiss, Loki starts to move against the tightness of your walls, keeping his pace slow and measured.

No matter how many times you fuck, how many times you make love, you’ll never get used to the sweet stretch of his cock. Your hands grasp the sheets tightly and your legs wrap around his narrow hips. You only wish you could wrap your arms around those broad shoulders. But, his little trick is making it impossible for you to cling onto him.

“That’s it, my love,” he grunts. Your tightness and clench of your pussy is making it hard for him to stay in control of his movements. “Just lay there and take it. Don’t want a thought behind those pretty eyes.”

Your legs keep his thrusts to a minimum. You want to feel all of him inside you. He hits that spot inside you that makes you let out a yelp. And once he’s found it, he doesn’t stop hitting it.

“Oh god. Right there, don’t stop.”

Loki loves to hear your breathy voice when you talk to him in the moment of passion. But, his favorite sound? The chipped moan that leaves you when he makes you cum.

He knows you’re close, so his thrusts become more pointed. He feels you getting tighter around him. Your body is pulling taut and your toes are starting to curl.

He releases his magical hold on you and as soon as you feel the pressure of that force leave, you cling to him tightly. “Fuck me. I need it hard.”

When filth takes over your vocabulary, it causes a tingle to run along his spine. He unwraps your legs from his waist and holds them apart by your thighs before pulling all the way out and plunging back in.

Your back arches as he changes his soft and gentle thrusts to a rough fuck. Loki’s hips slam against yours each time he fills you up. You can feel your wetness run down to your tight hole before landing on the sheets.

Your chest is bouncing from his force and he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from their movements. Your gasps are getting caught in your throat each time his head kisses your cervix.

“I’m gonna cum,” you warn.

You didn’t think it was possible, but he starts to move faster. The sound of his balls hitting your ass is something so debauched. But, you love the sound, the feral side he unleashes upon you anytime you wish. The coil suddenly snaps and you clench around him.

The sound Loki’s been waiting for finally makes itself heard. You’re squeezing him so tightly that he can barely move. The constant pulse of your pussy has him spilling inside you. Filling you up until his cum spills out along his already soaked shaft.

He lands on top of you, both of you trying to compose yourselves. You pull him tightly against your sticky skin. “Please,” you whisper. “Don’t ever leave me.”

Loki’s chest seizes. The desperation in your voice makes him hurt. He could never leave you. He’s never had someone treat him with such care and adoration. You love him. He’s the God of Mischief. He’s not supposed to find love, to experience love. And yet, here you are, in his arms. Pleading for him not to abandon you. His silly girl. He’d destroy worlds for you.

“I’m never leaving you.”

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Corpse’s Girl

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Bullying, Swearing, Derogatory Terms

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: Y/N’s life as a regular college student is forever stripped away from her when her relationship with the famous YouTuber Corpse Husband is accidentally revealed during an online class of hers. How will she cope with the sudden spotlight and the unwanted attention, some of which crosses into bullying?

Requested by my amazing Tumblr friend @itsminniekat 🥰 She’s been reading and liking my works since day one and I honestly couldn’t be more grateful. If you’re reading this, all I can say is thank you, darling. Thank you so much for sticking by my blog even when I posted some crappy fics. I’ll make sure this ain’t one of them. Love you with all my heart. ❤❤❤

P.S. - I named the mean character with my name so I hope no one who reads this has the same name. Wouldn’t want any of you feeling like the villain 😘

Who knew online class would be even more boring than being physically present for a lecture? Seriously, I find myself doing the weirdest of crap to entertain myself - like trying to balance a pen on the tip of my nose for example. I jot down some notes every now and then but that’s basically it. My mind can not fathom the concept on concentrating on whatever my professors are going on and on about. Well, full disclosure, I couldn’t concentrate even if I wanted to, especially with my boyfriend streaming in the other room.

He’s currently playing Among Us with his usual gaming squad. Listening to his input during the discussions, I can always tell when he’s lying. I honestly find it hilarious that his friends can’t pick up when he’s bullshitting them. I sometimes wonder if he has brainwashed them. And that’s one of the main reasons we don’t play Among Us together - he can’t lie to me. Not only do I pick up on his con with ease, but he always says he feels bad when he lies to me which is just the sweetest thing. Also, I refuse to play cause I’m shy. His friends are all well-known content creators and I’m a literal nobody. Every now and then I find myself wondering why Corpse is even with me. He’s always quick to push those thoughts out of my head and make sure they don’t return on a long notice, but they do interrupt my peace from time to time.

“Y/N, do you know?“ The sound of my professor saying my name takes me out of my eavesdropping of Corpse’s stream.

I panic, but quickly improvise, “Sorry, my internet is slow, you cut out for a second. What was the question?” I feel my face heating up, making me glad we are allowed to keep our cameras off.

“Question number 15 on page 82 in your textbook. Do you know the answer to it?“ My professor repeats himself, his tone annoyed.

I look down at the page that’s already opened in front of me. I let out a sigh of relief, seeing that the question is rather easy.

“Yeah, um, it’s...“ Suddenly, Corpse’s laugh reaches my room loud and clear. There’s no doubt my mic picked up the noise, especially since the door to my room is open.

The color drains from my face as I hurry to say the answer and remute myself. My eyes are wide as I stare at my screen, hoping no one will acknowledge that very recognizable laugh.

“OMG Y/N, are you watching a Corpse Husband stream in class?” One of the bitches in my class, Vy, speaks up, “Not a very goody-two-shoe move on your part, dear.”

I purposely unmute my mic to mumble a quick ‘Shut up, bitch’ that somehow manages to fly under my professor’s radar and the class continues. It’s the first time something like this has happened and I’m not sure if I handled it properly or not.

The class ends shortly after, allowing me a sigh of relief as I disconnect from the meeting.

“Fucking finally.“ I mumble to myself, leaning back in my desk chair. Tilting my head backwards, I see Corpse standing in the doorframe. I grin, not only because his presence itself makes me ten times happier, but also because he’s upside down from my viewpoint. “Well, hello there! How long have you been spying on me?“

He struts over to me, leaning his face over mine, “Long enough.” His lips linger above mine without any actual contact before he pulls away, allowing me to sit up straight and proper in the chair. “You still have classes?”

I nod my head while disappointedly rolling my eyes, “Yeah. One more. Shouldn’t be too bad since it’s English Lit. You’re done streaming?”

“Yeah, I just have some other things to do. I haven’t done a narration video in a while, I miss making that type of content.“ He plops down on my bed, running a hand through his messy black curls.

“Weren’t you recording some lines a few days ago?“ I frown as I try to recall if what I’m referring to actually happened or my brain is too fried to decipher reality from my bootleg perception of it. Online class, man - messes with your head like sleeping pills - makes you disoriented and exhausted with barely doing anything other than trying to wrap your brain around a lecture or two.

He hums affirmatively, “It’s not a finished project and I don’t even know if I’ll use those or rerecord them. I’ll have to listen to them again before I make a final decision.“

I tilt his chin upwards with my pointer finger, a gesture he has told me he finds very endearing, “I’m sure they’re great and you just refuse to be satisfied. Everything you do is great.“

He smiles a small, shy smile, his fingers gently wrapping around my wrist, holding my hand in place, “You’re biased. You like me too much to tell me when I do some bullshit.”

I scoff, “You know that isn’t true. If someone’s gonna kick your butt in formation, it’s gonna be me.“ I give him a quick kiss on the forehead before pulling away from him, “Go on, now. I have a class to attend. You distract me enough while you’re in the other room, I can only imagine how hard it’d be for me to focus if you were right by my side.“

He smirks, bowing a little as he makes his way out of the room, “You flatter me.”

I playfully roll my eyes, getting my headset back on as I tap the last class for the day. We have an assignment due to the start of the class which we’ll have to present if the professor approved of it. We basically had to write a psychoanalysis of a character from any book of our choice. I chose Heathcliff from ‘Wuthering Heights’ which is one of my favorite books of all time. I’m proud of what I wrote and the way I wrote it, but I’ve always barely scraped by with a B in this class, a B+ if I’m lucky, so I’ve never gotten any major credit, even when I put my 110% in the assignments and projects.

Well, color me surprised when the professor calls on me first to read my work, complimenting it on its detailed and specific nature. I get my printed assignment out in front of me and unmute myself.

“I wrote a psychoanalysis on for Heathcliff, a character from Emily Bronte’s novel ‘Wuthering Heights’.“ Just after I say this line, Corpse’s voice booms throughout the whole apartment, no doubt being picked up by my mic. It doesn’t sound like he’s actually talking, he can’t be that loud. I put two and two together when I recognize the lines he’s saying - the ones he recorded a few days ago. They’re coming from his computer speakers. He probably didn’t check the volume before playing back the recording.

I mute myself as quickly as possible, but it’s too late. The voice dies down as Corpse probably turned down the speakers.

My professor, who is already done with this lecture, just annoyedly remarks, her words overdosed with sarcasm: “Read your assignment and you can go back to whatever it is you are watching.”

“Wow, Y/N! Again?! Are you one of those crazy obsessed fans or something? Is Corpse Husband all you watch?“ This bitch is really poking a stick at me, huh? The only crazy obsessed fan here is her, and my friends but they are allowed. Little do all of them know, I am obsessed but not simply over a YouTuber. I’m obsessed with my boyfriend who just happens to be a YouTuber.

“No commentary, please.“ The professor scolds her, “Go on, Y/N.“

I finish reading without any other disturbances. The professor compliments my essay again when I’m done, the small incident at the beginning forgotten already. Well, not by everyone. One of my friends shot me a quick text to joke about it which only earned an eye roll from me.

My friends don’t know that I’m dating Corpse either. As I said, they are simping HARD over him while I act the most indifferent on the subject. Whenever they ask my opinion on him I either say ‘he’s OK’ or just avoid answering completely. I know saying anything more enthusiastic than that would turn into a snowball rolling down a snowy hill - I’d just keep babbling about how nice, amazing, wonderful and a gift to this world Corpse is, inevitably revealing our relationship in the process.

I’m afraid of revealing my relationship with Corpse in front of these people. They are all run on jealousy and selfishness and I can only imagine how mean they’d be about it. I’m already not too fond of them, it would only be worse if any of my personal life was exposed.

When the class finally ends I remove my headset, putting my forehead down on the desk, barely missing the keyboard. I groan in frustration and anger at myself for not fighting back. I could’ve and should’ve said something - ANYTHING. But what? That’s a question I can’t find the answer to.

“Hey...“ Corpse’s hesitant voice comes from behind me, “You ok?“

I straighten my posture, turning to him with a smile. “Yeah, but these people suck.”

I get up from my chair as he approaches me, basically falling in his arms. The comfort I feel radiating off of him makes me relax, forget the past hour or so. He has always had this effect on me. Like my own personal kryptonite to my anger and anxiety.

“Did I get you in any trouble because of that?“ His voice shows clear concern and guilt.

I wrap my arms around him tighter, burying my head in his chest. “No, don’t worry about it.“

And I really wasn’t in trouble. Not until now that the video is officially posted....

I can call these people dumb all I want but they sure put two and two together awfully fast. They recognized the lines they heard during class as the same ones from his new video that came out almost a week after the incident, aka two days ago. It’s safe to say I haven’t touched my phone or computer since.

“This is all my fault.“

Of all the horrible things I suspected would happen this has to be the worst - Corpse is blaming himself for it. I am prepared to take all the shit these people have to throw at me but seeing Corpse beating himself up over this is killing me. No amount of convincing can change his mind. Nothing I say helps.

“Please, stop doing this to yourself. Non of this is your fault, Corpse.“ I’ve repeated this sentence more than a thousand time these past forty eight hours, each time saying it more and more desperately.

“All of it is my fault, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I hate myself so much.“ Has been his reply single time.

I can’t watch him be so mean to himself. It’s the most conflicting thing when the person you love most is torturing themselves. It’s easy if it’s someone else doing it, you just kick their ass. But what are you supposed to do when the person you want to protect is the same one you need to protect them from.

Corpse has shut himself away in his recording room these past few hours and though he clearly needs to be alone, he still left the door open just a crack cause he knows I’ll be worried sick otherwise.

While I’m alone in the living room, I’ve finally managed to brace myself and build enough courage to power up my laptop. Last time it was on it was going mad with notifications.

“It’s digital. Only digital. It can’t hurt you too badly if it can’t touch you, right?“ I mumble to myself, already frustrated despite not having yet seen all the horrors that await me.

And horrors there were. Everywhere. Twitter. Instagram. Facebook.

My grades. Some pictures of me no one has ever seen. My school files. People from my class tweeting Corpse to ‘expose’ me for the ‘slut’ or ‘bitch’ I really am. Corpse hasn’t touched social media either and I plan on making sure it stays that way. God only knows how much worse he’ll get if he sees these claims.

And then, like a notification sent straight from hell, an email from my professor.

Practical lectures on Friday. Be here at 9 AM. Don’t forget your mask and gloves.

Good thing I opened my laptop when I did. Friday is tomorrow and I need to prepare for this day. Not only do I need to hit the books but I need to toughen up a bit. I can’t go there looking like I feel - like a mess.

Alright, time to put the brave face on. No more wallowing in it, at least not until tomorrow afternoon.

I make a study plan and hop in the shower. I feel the need to apologize to my hair for washing it so roughly, basically yanking at my strands from frustration that has been suppressed for too long.

I get our of the boiling hot shower, red as a lobster, and change into some clean comfortable clothes and put my ass in study mode. I remove all the scary expectations of the morning to come from my mind and let the information the textbooks has to offer seep into my brain.

* * *

I’m about to head out and, despite my put-together composure, I am a wreck inside. I actually put effort into my appearance, I mean - I even styled my hair. A pretty façade to hide a ruin.

I saw my friends’ texts last night, all three of them ending their friendship with me because they felt betrayed. I haven’t yet decided how to feel about that. Doesn’t matter at the moment, there are more important matters at hand, aka surviving the next three hours.

My college is within ten minutes walking distance from our apartment. That ten minute walk has never been so stressful, not even during exam season. The air feels a little harder to breathe, the path a little shorter to walk. And my moment of reckoning a little too close.

I feel eyes on me the second I start walking through the park of our campus. Sure, I could just be paranoid, but the feeling is too real to be just my imagination in overdrive. I’m glad I have my hair down and a mask on so the redness of my cheeks and neck isn’t on display. That’s a sign of weakness right now.

We have two an hour and a half long classes between which we have a snack break that’s half an hour. I usually enjoy that period but I’m dreading it now. These assholes can only be so mean in the presence of a professor, but during lunch break they can increase that tenfold.

“Well if it isn’t Corpse’s girl.“ I hear that a lot. The whispers are not so much whispers as intentionally loud enough for me to hear remarks. I’m not bothered by them, it’s the least they can do. If I let such a simple thing get to me, I’d be crumbling by the end of first period.

I hear some shuffling behind me and out of the corner of my eye I see, yeah you guessed it, THAT bitch. She’s standing as close to me as she can without violating Covid regulations. A mask is covering her face but the menacing look in her eyes tells me all I need to know about the interaction that’s about to go down.

“I’d ask how much he pays you for the hour.....“ her long nails tap the wooden desk, “but that’d be rude. I bet it’s tough being a maid. Do you just clean or are you a multipurpose lap dog? No offense, I’m genuinely curious.“

“Vy, would you be so kind as to give Y/N some room to breathe?“ The professor asks as he nonchalantly walks in.

Vy rolls her eyes, batting her eyelashes at me, “Talk to you later, sweetheart.” With a fake friendly wave she’s out of my hair, at least for now.

Remember what I said about these people not being as dumb as I pegged them to be? Yeah, scratch that. These fuckers actually tried getting away with taking pictures of me with flash in broad daylight. Like, HELLO! I have two functioning eyes and a brain, I’m onto you. Sadly, me having figured out their childish but hurtful methods of humiliating me doesn’t change much. They still posted the pics they took, using the most derogatory terms they could find in the English language, always making sure to tag Corpse and me both.

Needless to say, these were the longest three hours of my life.

* * *

Shutting the door to our apartment behind me causes relief of the highest levels. I feel like I’ve locked out all the bad shit I have had to deal with these past twenty four hours.

I’m tired. I’m fucking exhausted. I feel like a discarded piece of paper.

And it all starts crumbling. A wall is bound to start slowly falling apart after being hit over and over again, each time feeling the blows with a stronger intensity.

I slide down the door sitting down on the floor and slowly taking my shoes off. I put my bag beside me and wrap my arms around my knees, hiding my head in the space between them and my chest.

One tear slides down my cheek.

Another follows.

And another, this time accompanied by a choked sob.

A pair of arms wraps around the ball that my body has been shaped into. One of his hands comes up to stroke my hair gently, feeding me the comfort I have been longing for since I left the apartment this morning.

“I saw it. All of it. All the shit they talk about you. All the names they call you. And I’ve never wanted to beat so many people up simultaneously.“ His words make me raise my head from its low position, giving him a knowing look. “I wish I could. I would, but that would land me in jail. Which doesn’t even sound so bad cause I don’t like going out. Only problem is you wouldn’t be with me. I wouldn’t want you to be there with me, don’t get me wrong, I’d never want you to end up in jail. I-...” I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. A quick kiss that says so much but mainly shows the immeasurable gratitude for his support.

Seeing those awful tweets and comments had the complete opposite effect on him. He no longer blames himself but the people who actually deserve the blame - all those jerks from my college.

I pull away, giving him a small smile. “I would never let you go to jail.”

He smiles back at me, overjoyed that my mood is slowly being lifted, “Come on, I have a nice crowd that would like to meet you.”

I know exactly what he means. Felix, Sean, Rae, Dave, Sykkuno and the rest of his friends. The people I’ve been so shy and afraid to meet since day one. Being shy doesn’t really make sense now, seeing as how they know I exist and that I’m a part of Corpse’s life.

What do I have to lose?

“Guys, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.“ Corpse’s black avatar runs around my cyan one in the Among Us lobby.

I can’t help but giggle when I unmute my mic, “Hi everyone! It’s so nice to finally meet you.“ They each introduce themselves, expressing how happy they are to be meeting me too.

It’s the first time in what feels like a while that I’m truly having fun. These people are wonderful, each so unique and lovely. They never brought up the scandal nor acted as though they knew about it. I know they did and I am beyond grateful that they never mentioned it or treated me any differently because of it. Also, Corpse was streaming the whole time. I had my phone on his stream, my eyes nervously scanning the chat every now and then. I couldn’t believe it. Corpse’s real fans were just as wonderful as his friends - they were nothing but supportive and happy to have met me.

Now, I can either choose to believe these people were being so nice to me out of sympathy or I can believe they really like me and appreciate me for who I am and not for what happened to me.

I choose to believe the latter.

And while I’m still getting accustomed to this whole new spotlight, I know I’ll be able to handle it as long as I’m holding Corpse’s hand in the process. All I need is to have him beside me and I’m prepared to tackle anything.

“They love you.“ Corpse tells me once the stream is done and we’ve hopped out of the Discord call, “But I love you more.“

His arms wrap around my waist while mine instinctively find their way around his neck, “I love them, too. But they’re at the number 2 spot.”

He smirks at me, “I wonder who’s at number 1.”

I push up on my toes, putting my lips an inch away from his, “Hmm, I wonder...”

He doesn’t let me finish, silencing my teasing with a sweet, loving kiss.

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gibbyisbatman · 3 years

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Take A Seat

Bucky Barnes X Fem! Reader

18+

Warnings: smut, oral(female receiving), face sitting, pet names(babygirl, princess), dirty talk

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Laughter fills the air that is rich with the aroma of alcohol and stale cigarette smoke, not a care in the world outside of the people seated that chattered in the corner. It was a casual Friday for Y/N, she would change into something comfortable and casual after work to meet up with her friends at the local bar. It was a normal occurrence for Y/N to go out instead of staying at her apartment, not wanting to be up all night waiting for her boyfriend, Bucky, to get home from an assignment. Going out with company and drinking just enough to have a steady buzz while talking about all kinds of random things was just what she needed.

Two friends sit together in the booth in the far corner of the dimly lit, brick bar while a third stands near the bar waiting for a fresh round of drinks.The small wooden table was filled to the edges with almost empty beer bottles and several plates of hot food. Y/N stretches herself across the seat opposite her friend. "When does Buck get back from his mission? Rogers won’t tell me, says I don’t need to know about his whereabouts. Maybe I just wanted to surprise the Cyborg when he gets back, you never know." Sam speaks up with a mock tone when mimicking Steve Rogers, and finishes his claims with a considerable gulp of his cold beer. Y/N chuckles at the man’s antics, chewing her mouthful of fries. "He's supposed to get back in a few days, I guess. I don’t actually know much this time ‘round. All I can hope for is that he comes home in one peice." Y/N informs with a shrug.

"So do you have any smutty plans for when your man comes home?" Natasha chimes asks with a wiggle of her brows as she returns with new beverages, which causes Y/N to shake her head no. "It's been almost a month since you got laid, you have to have some kind of hot sex on your mind for when Bucky walks through the door." The redheaded friend quips in shock, staring at Y/N from across the table who just returned a dumbfounded look. Sam straightens up in his seat, feeling shocked and uncomfortable with the sudden change in topic. “Alright then. On that note, I’m using the bathroom and I don’t want this conversation to still be happening by time I get back. Nobody wants to know about Buck gettin’ nasty!” The man grumbled while walking in the direction of the toilets, leaving Y/N and Natasha to laugh amongst themselves.

Y/N reaches across the table with clear anxiety after Sam was out of earshot. "I want to try something new when he gets home, but how the hell do I do it or even bring it up?" Confusion rests on Natasha’s features as well as a pang of concern. "What do you want to try? You make it seem like you want to peg the guy on the first date?" Both of them chuckle lightly at the joke, the tension easing in the slightest. "It's nothing like that... I just want to, you know. I want to try... Fuck, I want to ride his face." Y/N finally spits out, cheeks red and hot. Natasha laughs by herself now, excited for her friend's sex life. "Oh Baby! That's nothing! Just tell him that you want to ride his face or try queening. That's not something bad, he'll definitely go for it."

After a few more drinks and finishing the food at the bar, Y/N decided to head home for the night. Nat’s words play over and over in her head, slowly convincing her to go through with the steamy idea that floats through her mind. She was so entranced in her own thoughts that she didn't notice that the lights were on in the apartment and the door was unlocked, but she did notice the tall and familiar form that stood against the counter. Y/N could barely contain herself as she leapt forward, practically jumping onto the person. "Oh my god! You're home early! How long have you been here, babe? I would have stayed home if I had known you were coming back."

Bucky’s face lit up with a giant smile, large arms wrapping around Y/N's excited frame. He chuckles and shakes his head at his girlfriend's rush of questions. "I just got in a bit ago, decided to put off the paperwork. Don’t worry, I’m glad you went out for some fun, no doubt with Romanoff and Birdbrain" He asks fondly, knowing that Y/N would go out with them often. With a happy nod, Y/N leans up for a heated kiss which Bucky reciprocates almost instantly.

Bucky easily lifts Y/N into his arms, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist securely to walk them to the bedroom. "I missed you so much, babygirl. God, how I've wanted to touch you." His voice low and guttural against Y/N's sensitive neck, pulling soft whimpers from her. "Mmm baby. I want to try something new tonight. Is that okay?" Y/N hummed, looking Bucky in the eye for agreeance or objection. He licks his swollen lips as his eyes darken. "Anything you want babygirl. I'm going to spoil you tonight. What do you want?"

Both of you rush off to the bedroom, Bucky tosses your body onto the soft mattress. "I want to um... well- I want to ride your face." Y/N sputters out in embarrassment, eyes searching his for any sign of rejection. She opened her mouth and was about to backpedal and tell him to forget what she had said, but to her surprise she heard a growl rumble from his chest. Bucky looks at her with hunger in his eyes and was ready to pounce at any moment. "Take a seat then, babygirl."

Bucky situates himself on his back and gestures for Y/N to climb up his body to assume her position. "Come on, baby. I think that you'll really enjoy this." His words easing the anxiety that flooded her senses and adding to the thick arousal that pooled in between her thighs. With a heavy sigh, Y/N removes her clothes quickly before sitting on her knees next to Bucky’s head. He places a comforting kiss on the tops of her thighs, encouraging her to properly sit over his head so he could begin the long night of pleasing her.

As soon as Y/N's legs settled on either side of Bucky’s head, his warm tongue licked along her slit. A sharp cry rang out as Y/N's hips jolted forward in surprise, hands gripping tightly on the metal headboard. Strong hands reach up to find purchase on the hips above him, pulling them closer to his body for better access. His eyes staring up into Y/N's, never wavering, just so he could watch her every reaction. His tongue licked and stroked at the sensitive skin, sucking harshly on the swollen clit until Y/N was bucking slightly, fighting the urge to thrust against Bucky’s bearded face. "Fuck my face, babygirl. Cum all over my face." The older man encourages with wet lips.

With Bucky’s words of encouragement, Y/N gained the confidence to grind onto the man's mouth with a loud moan. "Ah. Fuck. That feels so good." Her hands slide down, tugging roughly on Bucky’s long, soft curls. His groan sends tendrils of pleasure shaking through her limbs, her orgasm hitting her suddenly. Bucky coaxes her through the end of her orgasm, letting her buck wildly against him as he drank down all she had to offer.

"I may just have to make you cum like that again, princess." The man chuckles lowly. "So you better hold on tight baby".

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heroloverangel · 3 years

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This is technically a sequel to last year’s Dad Mirio fic but can be read on its own! Everyone’s favorite Wholesome Dilf continues to live rent-free in my brain.

“I miss you soooo much,” Mirio says for the fifth time in the past twenty minutes. You give him a comforting smile from your side of the screen, you know how he feels. Your husband’s been gone for three days now helping with a disaster in Osaka, and he probably won’t be home for the rest of the week. It’s hard being married to one of Japan’s top heroes, you think to yourself. You wish you could be there with him, putting your training to good use where it’s needed, but your current assignment is too important to ignore. It’s as if he can read your mind from the other side of the country. “How’s my buddy doing?”

You smile and tilt your camera down to show off your heavy stomach. At eight months pregnant, you’re sidelined from hero work no matter what the crisis is. “He’s alright,” you confirm. “I think he’s bored without you around, though.” He lets out a little whine that’s almost heartbreaking; it’s obvious where he’d rather be right now. You take pity on him and drop the phone level with your belly to give him a better view.

“Hey buddy,” he coos. “I promise, I’ll finish as fast as I can so I can come home to you and Mama soon.” You feel movement inside you as he talks. You don’t know how good your baby’s hearing is, especially through the video chat, but you’re sure that he’s reacting to his father’s familiar voice. “I can’t wait to get back and feel how strong you’re kicking in there. I bet you’re driving Mama crazy!” You relax further into your pillows and let him babble on to your bump about his day saving civilians and clearing out rubble, only a little lonely when you look over at the empty half of your bed. You really do miss him, your house is far too quiet and calm without his usual energy filling it.

You yawn after a few more minutes and glance at the time. “Sorry, it’s getting kinda late. Would you mind if we called it a night for now?”

He smiles, but you can tell that he’s trying to hide his disappointment. “No problem, I know you need your sleep. We’ll talk again tomorrow, okay?” You agree and tell your husband you love him before hanging up the phone and settling in for bed. You’re tired, but you’ve gotten too comfortable with him sleeping beside you and it takes awhile to fall asleep on your own.

You spend the next morning balancing your laptop over your swollen belly while you browse through maternity clothes. There’s a local shop that promises same-day delivery, and you treat yourself to a few things for your last month. You read through your email, a magazine wants a quick interview for an article about hero families and you’re happy to answer their questions. It’s hard to move too much in your condition, but you make sure to do the prenatal exercises your doctor recommended and then have a nice long shower. Your new clothes arrive and you leave them on the dresser for now while you eat lunch and call your family. It still seems too quiet in the house without Mirio, and you’re getting bored when your phone finally rings and your face lights up at his name.

“Hey sweetheart! I’ve got a surprise for you!”

You can hear the smile in his voice and it warms your heart. “Is it dinner? I think somebody in here’s really craving steak tonight.”

He laughs. “You’ll see. Just have a seat on the couch and close your eyes for a second, okay?”

This isn’t the weirdest thing he’s requested over the phone, and you obey. “Alright, they’re closed. What are you planning, Lemillion?”

“You can open your eyes in three...two...one…” his voice disappears from the phone, all you hear is the background noise of birds chirping.

“Mirio?” Your eyes are still closed.

“SURPRISE!”

You jump in shock and drop your phone, your eyes flying open. He’s standing in front of you with the biggest grin on his face, completely naked. It takes you a second to realize he must have phased through the front door to surprise you. You struggle to stand but fail, and he has to pull you up himself into his arms for a deep kiss. “You’re home early! How’d you manage that?”

“The others knew how much I wanted to get home, with you being pregnant and all, and everybody worked extra hard to cover for me so I could leave first.” You owe every single one of them a thank you gift. “Boy, that Uravity is amazing with rescue work!” Oh, you owe her twice as much after this.

“I’m glad you’re home,” you sigh happily. Your husband drops to his knees in front of you and pushes your shirt up to kiss your stomach, rubbing his hand where he feels a faint kick.

“Me too. I missed our family so much.” His arms wrap around you and he rests his head against your middle. You run your fingers through his hair, both of you taking a minute to relish your little reunion. It’s only been a few days, but it was more than enough to make you homesick for each other.

He stands back up after a bit and you head for the hallway. “You should go grab your phone off the porch and take a shower. I’ve got a bit of a surprise for you too, when you’re done.” He’s happy to obey and you follow him down the hall, pausing at the front door then into the bedroom. You wait for the bathroom door to shut and then spring into action as fast as you can. You clothes come off; you kick them under the bed instead of wasting precious time trying to pick them off the floor.

You reach for the new clothes on the dresser and find the outfit you’d picked for his welcome home gift. The bra is made out of soft white lace so flimsy it looks like it’ll tear if you breathe too hard. It ties closed with a ribbon in the front and your clumsy fingers finally form a decent bow on the third try. A skirt attaches beneath the cups and just skims your thighs, the two halves of it parted to show off your obvious pregnancy. You’re lucky that the matching underwear ties on the sides with more ribbon; you’re not sure you’d be able to get them on without five minutes of struggling if you had to step into them.

You look at yourself in the mirror and adjust the skirt of your lingerie. Despite the sheer fabric leaving little to the imagination, you look sweet. Innocent. Delicate. A grin spreads across your face; it’s perfect.

You get dressed just in time; you hear the shower turn off and the door opens a second later. “There, all clean and-” Mirio freezes at the sight of you and you see his fingers twitch against the towel wrapped around his waist. “Oh, wow. You look...just, wow.” He’s crossed the room faster than you can react, strong arms wrapping you in a tight, warm hug. “You’re so gorgeous like this, babe.”

You lean into his body; you’ve missed this while he was gone. “Well, it’ll be awhile before we can do this again. I figured we should really enjoy ourselves while we still can.” He nods and gives you a surprisingly gentle kiss. You can tell he’s holding back his strength for your benefit and the knowledge makes your heart flutter.

Mirio recovers from his surprise quickly and returns to his usual unstoppable energy. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, I promise!” His bigger hand is warm around yours as he guides you to your bed, losing his towel in the process. You don’t hide your staring; his body is gorgeous after so many years of training and you could look at him for hours. He sits back against the headboard and carefully brings you with him to straddle his lap, and you feel his cock already growing hard against your thigh. “We’ll take it easy,” he promises. “I know we have to be a little more gentle now since you’re so big-” You stare down at Mirio silently, but he continues. “What? You are big, that’s a good thing. You’re growing our baby in there, he needs all that room!” You just shake your head; you can’t really feel annoyed when he’s this sweet.

He looks up at you with pure affection written all over his face and leans into your touch as you run your fingers through his damp hair. “How can you be this buff and this adorable?” It’s not the first time you’ve asked as much, and every time he laughs you off with a faint blush on his cheeks. You lean in for another kiss while his hands move from your hips over your ribs to the front of your slip.

“This is so pretty, you should keep it on.” He gives your chest a squeeze and you whine, too sensitive from the hormones wrecking havoc on your body. You knew your breasts were going to get bigger, but they’ve turned out to be overachievers and you’ve jumped up two cup sizes already. “They’re still really sore, huh?” You nod and he offers you a comforting smile as he plays with the bow before finally tugging it open. Your nipples are already hard, and you don’t miss how he licks his lips when his thumb brushes over one. “I could help you with that, if you want.”

“Mirio…” You love your husband and all his enthusiasm, but you’re well aware that he can be a little too eager and get carried away. He’s being careful now as his fingers trace against your warm skin, his touch barely teasing you. He pulls you closer; you can feel the smile on his lips as he leans into your neck. He follows your pulse, down your collarbone to leave kisses at the swell of your breast and you sigh. “Okay,” you agree. “Just remember to-”

“I know, be gentle. Don’t worry babe, I’m gonna take good care of you.” He pushes your lingerie out of the way to get a better view at your heavy chest and appreciates the sight of it. “Man, our kid’s not gonna be lacking on calcium, is he?”

“I love you, please stop talking.” He laughs but obeys, his tongue flicking over your nipple and making you squirm in his arms. He does it a few times and you let out a little gasp when he takes you into his mouth. “Go easy,” you remind him, but he’s already distracted with his task. You asked your doctor about doing this before and were told it was perfectly fine, but you can’t quite shake the thought that it’s a little weird as Mirio begins to suck at your tender nipple.

You’ve tried this before, but every time he’s been too rough in his excitement and you’ve had to yank his head away from you in pain. Tonight though, he’s trying his best and after a few seconds of discomfort there’s an unfamiliar tingle deep in your breast as your body responds to his stimulation. “It feels weird,” you groan, but your fingers thread into his hair so he won’t pull away. “It’s not bad, just weird.” You’re not entirely sure you like what he’s doing, but you’re willing to continue until you figure it out. His tongue brushes over you with a slightly different motion, and something in you clicks into place. “Can you do that again? I think I liked that.”

His laughter is muffled but still obvious and you can feel the smile against your skin. Mirio’s happy to assist, one strong hand settling on your back to keep you steady. It wasn’t a mistake; he repeats his movements and you realize that it feels good. It feels really good, you have to admit, as his eyes slip closed so he can focus entirely on pleasing you like this. You hold him tight to your body, fingers running through his messy hair while you enjoy the affection so happily given. You’re still sensitive though, and after a few more minutes you start to get overwhelmed and have to pull him away.

“It tastes good.” His grin is huge as he licks his lips. “It’s sweet, just like the rest of you.” You’d roll your eyes if he wasn’t so cute. He gives your breast a gentle squeeze and earns another whimper from you, then turns his attention to the other one. “Don’t want this side feeling left out, right? Lucky I’m here to take care of everything!” Your heart skips a beat, you’re so in love with this silly, wonderful idiot. You don’t get a chance to respond, once his mouth is back on you it’s hard to do anything besides pant and whine for him.

You squirm against him, his dick pressing against your thigh and your panties doing very little to hide how much you’re loving this. “Miriooo,” you moan, and the look in his eyes is nothing but pure happiness that makes you melt. “You always take good care of me,” you coo, reaching down to stroke his cock lightly. “You’re so good to me, honey.” He pulls you closer and releases your chest to look up and meet your eyes.

“Babe, I’m just giving you what you deserve. You’re literally making a brand new, little person in there. If that’s not worth being extra nice, I don’t know what is.” He really has no idea how perfect he is. His thumb brushes over your nipple and your body is so sensitive now it makes you shudder. “Alright now?”

You stop for a second to consider. Your breasts do feel a bit lighter, there’s less pressure weighing down on you after his help. “Yeah, thanks. You’re the best, really.”

He brushes off your compliment in favor of pulling at the strings holding your underwear together. “Just doing my job, miss.” He groans at the sight of you fully naked and traces a finger along the lips of your cunt. You hadn’t noticed just how wet you were getting as he’d worked on your nipples, but now two of his fingers slip inside you with no effort. “I love you so much,” he says with another kiss.

You buck into his hand mindlessly, too eager for his touch after only a few days. You want to hold off and come with his dick buried inside you, but you can’t deny yourself when you’re this needy already. “I want it,” you whine pitifully.

His other hand gives your hip a reassuring squeeze. “I know, baby. You can have whatever you want, just tell me.” His thumb swirls over your clit and he doesn’t miss the jolt that runs down your body. “Right there, huh? My pretty little wife wants me to make her come?” His smirk is playful and there’s a glint of mischief in those friendly eyes.

“Mirio, please.” Hearing him talk like that does something to you and you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

His hand moves faster and your pussy clenches tight around his fingers. “It’s alright, I’ve got you. Just let yourself go for me.” His voice is so warm and soothing, you can’t resist. Your orgasm is marked with desperate whispers in his ear as his hand moves gently between your thighs to urge you on. “That’s it, honey. You’re so good, I want more of you.”

It takes you a minute to calm down before you’re able to pry your sweaty face away from his shoulder. His fingers leave you aching to be filled again, and you swallow hard when you watch him bring them to his mouth to lick them clean.

“That’s my girl,” he smiles like the sun and you look away, almost embarrassed by the affection between you two. You can’t see anything past your swollen belly, but you can feel his thick cock ready for a turn. “Are you up for more? It’s fine if you need to wait-”

You fumble blindly for his cock until the tip presses just outside your cunt. “I want you inside me. Here, Mirio. Your pretty little wife wants to make you come.” The blush spreading across his face at your words is a special reward of its own. His hips thrust upward to enter you while he slowly pulls you down to meet him, and your mouth falls open in a long moan. “Fuck, Mirio. We’ll have to wait a couple weeks after he’s born and it’s gonna suck so bad.”

He hasn’t put much thought into this fact and you can practically see the gears in his head turning. “Well then, I guess we’d better make it count while we still have the chance,” he says finally. He’s always so much stronger than you, even when you’re not in such a delicate condition, and easily sets a steady pace moving you up and down his dick. You cling to his shoulders to steady yourself as you ride him, pressing your tongue into hs mouth to devour his sounds. This may be the peak of happiness, with your sweet husband pounding away inside your excited pussy, showering you with compliments about how great you are and how perfect your little family is going to be. “And once he gets a little older, we can start working on his siblings!”

Your hips falter in their rhythm at the suggestion. “S-siblings? Already?”

He grins back at you. “Of course! We need five or six, at least!”

“Five or six…” you repeat, suddenly distracted by the thought of doing this another half-dozen times. You don’t know why you’re surprised, it’d be more of a shock if he didn’t have infinite love to share. The idea doesn’t bother you, and you find yourself returning his smile with a smirk of your own. “You really wanna fill me up that much, Lemillion?”

You’re not expecting his thrusts to speed up so much or for him to pull you down so hard you’re gasping for air. “God, babe. So much. I think about it like, all the time now. You have no idea.” He stops to kiss you again, and your cunt squeezes hard around him. “I can take more time off of work,” Mirio insists mindlessly, getting far too ahead of himself. “I bet I can hold so many babies at once.”

You laugh, he’s so ridiculous sometimes. “Let’s just focus on this one for awhile, okay?” He nods, trailing his lips down your throat to feel how fast your pulse is racing for him. You can feel another orgasm building, and that he isn’t far behind. You were only apart for three days but it seems like far too long. “You’re really, really the best.”

He cups your sweaty face in one hand, the look in his eyes so soft and loving it takes your breath away. There aren’t enough words to describe how much you love him right now, and clearly it’s the same for him. Wordlessly he releases you and drags his hand down your body, stopping to tweak your nipples and making you cry out. His fingers drop to rub firmly against your clit, and your back goes rigid. “Miri-ohh. Just like that, I’m gonna...there, fuck.” You clamp down hard on his cock with a loud moan and he holds you tight, supporting your overworked body while you come. “Here,” your voice is ragged. “Your turn, I know you’re dying to come inside me.”

“You’re amazing, honey.” That last compliment is all he gets out before his pace goes sloppy and you feel him flooding your pussy with a low groan. “You’re so amazing.”

You cling to him while he gradually wears himself out and stay wrapped up in his arms for the next few minutes. Eventually, there’s a firm kick in your belly that informs you that someone noticed all your movement and he’s not happy about it. Both of you laugh as you separate; you flop down on the bed while Mirio cleans you up and finds you a comfy, oversized shirt and fresh panties to wear. It’s still fairly early, and you won’t be tired enough to sleep for a few hours.

“Now that was a welcome home gift. You should just wear that around the house until you have the baby, it looks really great on you.”

You ruffle his messy hair. “I don’t think it would survive the entire month around you,” you tease. You stretch your arms above your head and feel a grumble in your stomach. “So, the surprise wasn’t steak for dinner tonight?”

He’s in too good of a mood to even think of denying you. “It is now!” He’s already fumbling for his phone to look up menus. “Whatever you wanna eat, just say the word!”

Sometimes you wonder how you ever got so lucky.

#lemon #bnha x reader #mirio togata x reader #pregnant/breed kink #lactation mention

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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love letter, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook gets love letters shoved in his mailbox and under his apartment door all the damn time. You, too, get love letters shoved in your mailbox and under your door. All the time. It could be a sweet gesture, but this is the twenty-first century. Love letters aren't all they're cracked up to be.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; short graphic descriptions of sex acts; smut (fem reader, a very intense make-out session including some wild tongue and too much saliva, nipple play, a bit of m-receiving oral, cowgirl, handjob); non-idol!BTS – technically university, blond, softsub!Jungkook x working, softdom!reader; slightly desperate and needy JK

yes, yes, it’s MTV Unplugged ‘Telepathy’JK

"I'm so tired of people thinking they have a chance with me."

Was the exasperated declaration as you backed up into your apartment, only to turn around and witness Jeon Jungkook dumping a waterfall of colorful envelopes from his giant black backpack onto your hardwood floor.

"At least remove your shoes before you start flaunting how hot you are," you replied dryly.

Jungkook rolled his eyes as he kicked off his large white sneakers. "Look at this shit! It's relentless! It's annoying! I just want to live my life!"

You vaguely recalled Jungkook being excited about his first love letter upon reaching university, and then the second, the third... and now you were staring at pile number five hundred on your doormat. "I don't know, put a sign on your door? 'Please stop, the answer is no?'"

Jungkook winced. "I can't do that. How many hearts am I going to break?"

"Uh, I dunno, you already broke half the campus by existing in general."

He bonked you on the head lightly with his denim jacket sleeve. "I have not. I've only slept with a couple people and that was supposed to be no strings attached."

You shrugged. "People can't understand that. Especially women."

He puffed his cheeks and stepped over the pile. You noticed the small stickers and nice handwriting on the colorful pastel paper. You almost felt bad, seeing all the effort put into them.

"At least they're cute. I only get torn notebook pages with scribbles."

"Stop lying. You get girls' letters too," Jungkook grumbled. "Can I borrow your computer? One of my professors assigned an online quiz and the internet at my place is down, again."

"You gotta move," you commented, kneeling down to collect the mess Jungkook made. You noticed Jungkook flit his eyes about before throwing up his hands and bending down to help you.

"I'm trying to get out of the lease, but I have a couple more months left," he complained childishly.

"What about your other friends? Can't you go bother them?"

Jungkook frowned, sticking out his lower lip. The tiny mole underneath winked at you. "You hate me now or something?"

You laughed, standing up with a stacked pile of confessions to Jeon Jungkook. "No, I'm just curious as to why you always come here."

He shoved the rest in your arms, his pile slightly messier than yours. "You live the closest and you're usually home. Plus, you have two computers."

"A laptop and a desktop," you corrected. "Don't you have a laptop?"

"It's easier to borrow yours."

"Lazy."

Jungkook ignored your remark and ticked his silvery-blond head further into the apartment. "Can I borrow it or not?"

You laughed. "Of course. Laptop's on the bed."

He turned and followed the hallway to your bedroom. "Same password?" he yelled, not looking back.

"Obviously."

"Why is it my birth date?" he shouted.

"Because, one, no one will guess it, and, two, you're a dumbass and always forget it."

"I do not!"

"How many times did you ask when the password was Klingon?"

"I don't know your nerdy shit!"

"Do your fucking assignment," you belted down the hall.

Jungkook stuck his head out of your bedroom door and scrunched his nose to make a hideous face at you, holding your gunmetal-colored laptop. You rolled your eyes as he disappeared again. This crackhead. You let out a sigh, walking past the acrylic painting of a blue sky with pink-purple clouds hanging in your living room, flicking through at all the letters addressed to Jungkook.

Surprisingly, you knew what he felt like. With you, it started with inviting one guy over to your place, sucking his dick, and then suddenly a letter appeared. Well, letter was putting it nicely. Dirty napkin with words scrawled with smeared ballpoint pen shoved under your door, explicitly asking for more. Then another, wanting it. Then another, begging for it. You ignored them. At some point, you invited a girl over, ate her out, and then the colorful envelopes started appearing, with cute stickers and neat handwriting.

Mmmhmm.

Why did Jungkook bring them here anyway? To brag? For you to peruse? You spread them out them on your coffee table and tore one open. Read it. Simple confession of love, no name. You were kind of jealous. Jungkook always got nicer ones than you did. Something about being a sexually uninhibited woman seemed to translate to others that you were down to fuck anyone, anytime, anything. You tossed the letter aside, ripped open a folded card closed with lilac tape. Another, 'I love you, please go out with me', no name. Toss. And you opened another one, reading out loud.

"I want to cram all one hundred and seventy-nine centimeters of you into me?”

Uh.

Huh.

Still no name.

Cute peach stationery though.

Was it a euphemism? Symbolic? Thinly veiled code? Hm. In any case, this was more along the lines of shamelessness you encountered yourself.

By all conventions, Jeon Jungkook was attractive as fuck. Pretty pink lips, big brown eyes, manly sharp jawline. He kept his hair on the longer side, around ear length, now silvery-blond compared to the usual black. You heard he dyed it a couple times, but now it had since faded to the original blond.

Oh, yeah, also he had nice hands and a body to die for.

You could see why Jungkook got all these love letters. You? Well, similar reasons, except less muscles. Also, yours weren't really love letters. More like vulgar remarks on the backs of grubby receipts.

Probably just as heartfelt.

The only reason you knew of Jungkook was because you were friends with one of his close friends. Alright, maybe you sucked his friend's dick. More than once. But anyway, not the point. The point was that the topic of love letters came up one night when everyone was hanging out and you voiced your predicament. It was the summer before Jungkook entered university. He had burst out laughing, thinking it was a hilarious situation.

"Haha, that would never happen to me!"

Jokes on you, Jungkook, karma's a bitch.

You thought about moving, but the location was close to your work and the internet service was great here. At least you always recycled the paper. What were you supposed to do? Keep an album of Starbucks napkins of people asking if your tongue was good or not?

You opened another envelope addressed to 'sweet, adorable Jungkookie'.

Their words, not yours.

"Shove your dick down my throat and make me gag? Smiley face?"

Well, that's a contrast.

Jungkook didn't start contacting you on his own until the letters started coming and then they didn’t stop coming, flooding his mailbox and underneath his door, overwhelming and confusing him. He didn't think he would get much attention, although perhaps it might be your fault, since you seemed to have set the precedence for this type of thing at this particular university. There was at least one person in every year that got this treatment, and it all started with one dirty napkin with smeared ink. Rumor caught on and then bam! It became a thing.

So, yeah.

Maybe kind of your fault.

You shouldn't have told so many people about that napkin.

You fished out a pizza receipt from the pile, inspecting it. You couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. Then you noticed it had Jungkook's phone number and an order of three pizzas. Not a confession, just trash from Jungkook's backpack. Did he really eat three pizzas? Hopefully not by himself and in one sitting. You noticed the timestamp. Mmm, three in the morning. Okay. Maybe he did eat three pizzas by himself in one sitting.

You filed through the rest, removing trash from the recyclable paper. Paused when you found a scrap of paper that said, "Put your dick in my ass." You recognized this curvy, narrow handwriting, slightly heavy-handed. Same person wrote you the same note this week.

This was why you didn't take the messages too seriously.

You saw a particularly thick purple envelope and picked it up, tearing it open. It was several pages, with tiny, crammed handwriting on paper with cute bunnies on it. Several pages detailing straight up porn with Jungkook as the leading role.

You almost burst out laughing.

Who the fuck would write this?

And send it to him?

Not you, that's for fucking sure.

Still, it wasn't the worst thing you've ever read. Had some spelling mistakes and poor grammar. Instant turn-off. Needed a good proofread. You settled onto your brown leather couch, highly entertained as you read it. Then you actually burst out laughing, because said person wanted Jungkook to lift them and fuck them at the same time and that kinda shit just wasn't possible. You would know, because you’ve tried. It sounded good, but in practice, the dick ended up falling out pretty quickly if the pussy was any sort of wet.

If you weren’t wet, then, eh, not sure why you're fucking.

"What is so fucking funny?" Jungkook grumbled, poking his head around the corner, still holding your laptop.

You held up the sheets of bunny-printed paper, still laughing. "Someone sent you their written erotica and you're the star!"

Jungkook grimaced. "Oh yeah, that person. They write something new every week. It's weird." He frowned. "I try to take it out so you don't have to read that shit. I must have missed it."

"It's hilarious," you chuckled. "You should publish them into a book."

"You know I can't do that," Jungkook sighed, putting your laptop on the coffee table and snatching the pages from you. "I throw them away like everything else."

"Did you finish your assignment?" you chortled, leaning over to look at the laptop screen. Submission successful. "80%?! When you could easily cheat?"

"I read a question wrong," Jungkook whined, balling up the paper and throwing it down. "Ack."

You looked up at him and he was looking upset at the pile on the table.

"What's wrong?"

"What if one of them is real?"

"Huh?"

"I mean... I just throw them away now. But what if one of them is real?" Jungkook wondered out loud.

You shrugged. "Does it matter? They'll tell you in person if it's that important."

Jungkook tilted his head at you doubtfully. "Will they?"

You sat back into your couch, with your legs wide open. You were wearing sleek black leggings and a cropped pink sweatshirt. Not the most ladylike pose, but you didn't really care. You gestured to the stack of letters on your wooden coffee table.

"They should. If they actually like you and it's not a joke, then they should tell you in person and accept that they might be rejected."

Jungkook frowned and slumped down next to you. His light-wash denim jacket made a loud floof as his ass hit the brown leather cushions. The wash of his jeans matched his jacket. He wore a white graphic t-shirt under. It looked vintage, but it probably wasn’t.

"What if they're nervous?" he questioned, twisting his pink lips around.

"So what? Everyone's nervous. We all live in a perpetual state of terror."

Jungkook rolled his eyes.

You leaned forward and plucked a sky-blue memo note from the table, reading it out loud. "I love you. Marry me." You held it out to him. "See? You get nice ones. I get, ‘choke me like you hate me’ and 'shove your tongue into my asshole, please'. Rarely do I get is that please at the end," you finished with a dry laugh. You looked up to see Jungkook staring back at you. Your laugh died a little seeing his serious expression.

"Yes."

You blinked at him. "What?"

Jungkook ticked his chin to the note, then shifted his eyes to you.

You pointed to the memo sheet and raised an eyebrow. "I didn't write this."

"I did."

He was so serious that you couldn't laugh. You just blinked at him rapidly and turned your head to look at the sky-blue memo sheet, finally recognizing the clean, block-like handwriting and spotting the bottom right corner. English letters. A J and a K fused together, the way Jungkook usually signed his paintings.

You dropped the note like it was on fire.

Jerked your head up, not to him, but to the painting across from you in the living room, the one with the blue sky and pink-purple clouds, with a tiny JK signature in black at the bottom right corner. The painting you asked Jungkook to make you a while back.

"You paint, right? I want something calm for my living room. I bought a canvas, so about this size. It's that cool?"

Jungkook had squinted his eyes, nodding. "Yeah, I could draw a pretty big dick on it."

"This is for my living room, dumbass. And I said I wanted something calm."

"A flaccid dick then."

You turned your head back to Jungkook of now, who was wringing his hands on his thighs, wiping off his palms. He noticed you watching him and puffed one cheek before letting out a big sigh.

"I was... gonna leave it on your laptop," Jungkook mumbled, flapping a hand to the sky-blue note. "But I couldn't find it in my backpack, and then I realized one of the pockets was open, the one where I keep receipts... anyway I had put the note there, so I came out to see if it was in the pile... yup, there it is."

He sucked in his cheek and fell back against the leather sofa.

"Was a joke."

Jungkook's voice sounded hollow. Empty.

"... Ah." You tucked the tip of your tongue in your cheek.

"Not the greatest joke," he added flatly.

“No, it’s not,” you agreed. "Jokes that are insincere are bad jokes."

The black words glared back up at you, contrasting the pale azure paper. You picked up the memo sheet again. Turned to face him, holding it up next to Jungkook's head of silvery-blond hair. He pursed his lips and looked away from you, jaw clenched in nervousness.

"Just say it."

He puffed one cheek again. "It was a joke."

"Then why are you saying it in past tense?"

His brown orbs shifted from side to side before Jungkook tried to bolt out of his seat, only for you to slam a hand down on his shoulder and throw a leg over him, straddling his lap before pinning the note to his chest. He yelped sharply and looked up at you with huge, shaking irises.

In all your time knowing him, you never tried to sleep with Jungkook.

Never.

You jabbed the note into his white shirt and he gave you a terrified squeak in response.

You scrutinized his face, jaw slack, eyes wide, blond curls framing his chiseled cheekbones. One of your eyebrows raised, your voice calm and unfazed.

"Say it."

"You say it," Jungkook finally shot back, furrowing his brows, biting on his lip and mustering up the most indignant look he could produce at this very second. You didn’t react. He seemed to have forgotten you did, in fact, say it, although perhaps that wasn’t exactly what he meant.

You never tried to fuck Jungkook because he didn’t treat you as anything more than his primary source of internet when his own was down. Ah, and also his outlet for complaining about his love letter problem. And then there was that other little wrinkle, the unwritten societal rule one of sucking a guy's dick you're still friends with - don't suck his friends' dicks. Surefire way to fuck up a friendship, especially if the dude’s ego was fragile.

Jungkook’s friend was dating someone else now though. His ego couldn’t be that fragile.

You leaned forward and Jungkook's annoyed gaze faltered. He gulped and tried to shrink into your brown leather couch, as if he could somehow disappear under you.

"I love you," you stated clearly and firmly. You glanced at the slightly crumpled piece of blue paper before your eyes flickered back to his face. "Marry me."

Hah, the thing about rules with you was...

Fuck 'em.

Not actually.

Eh, not the point.

"Really?" Jungkook squeaked, voice cracking slightly.

Ah, right, the other reason you never tried to sex up Jungkook because he was a little bit of an idiot around you. But maybe this sky-blue note detailed the reason for it.

"Say it," you repeated crossly, poking him in the pecs. "Stop avoiding it."

You observed Jungkook swallow hard again, Adam’s apple bobbing. You furrowed your brows, tipping your head down so that your forehead was hovering over his, eyebrow cocked, gazing into trembling brown orbs. Why was he taking so long? He wrote the damn words. Were they really just a joke? Hmph, why were you even trying then?

That’s how everyone was.

Not putting any stock or thought into their fucking words.

You lifted your finger but Jungkook’s right hand, the one with tiny tattoos, suddenly darted in your view, grabbing your hand back and jamming your finger onto his chest again. His heartbeat raced under your fingertip, thud-thud-thud, rapid bass accenting the moment. Electrifying it.

“Don’t.”

Whisper so faint you frowned and closed even more distance between you two, picking up the scent of vanilla fabric softener and lush cotton. A little different than you, who used a blackberry and spiced vanilla perfume.

“I like this,” Jungkook breathed under you, chewing his lip anxiously. You could feel his warm breath tickling your lips and chin with how close you were. You could count his individual eyebrow hairs, even though the eyebrow product he used.

“I… really like this.”

He let go of your hand.

Now you raised both eyebrows.

You slowly uncurled your middle finger, landing it on his chest next to the index. You felt him shiver a little, lips parting. Straightened your ring finger, planting it down. His lashes lowered a little, brown orbs on your face, watching your reaction to him. You could count the moles on his face. The one on his nose. The one on his cheek. The one under his lower lip. The one on his neck. Your pinky slid onto his chest. A wispy moan left his lips, eyelids fluttering, blond strands floating around his head with the little rise and fall of his heavy, tense exhale.

Why is it your birth date?

Take a wild guess, dumbass.

Your fingers abruptly dug into his white t-shirt, crumpling the note and scrunching the graphic up in your fist. He inhaled sharply, head tipping back and lips nearing yours, a whine escaping his throat. You quirked an eyebrow, drawing back slightly, taking in the rich depth of his tan skin, the sensual line of his neck, up to his angular chin and his dangling silver earrings. All of it. His hands immediately came up to grab your wrist and forearm, ensuring you and himself that you wouldn’t let go, the tendons in your flexed wrist right against his large palm.

“Say it, Jungkook,” you demanded. “Say those words with your pretty pink tongue hanging out your mouth for me.”

You watched him obey immediately, tongue sliding out and touching his lower lip, brown eyes framed by his long lashes and hazy with lust.

“I love you,” Jungkook breathed, a little gargled with his tongue out. “Fucking marry me, please.”

Ah, you couldn't help it.

You smirked.

"What about all your admirers?" you murmured, twisting your fingers in his shirt, digging your nails into his chest. "You'll break all those poor hearts you’re worried about."

Those dark brown eyes told you they didn't give a single fuck.

"What about you?" he countered, closing his mouth a little to speak more clearly.

"Me?"

The definition of trouble?

Well, if you looked that up in a dictionary, there would definitely be a picture of you.

Jungkook’s lips parted once more, keen to submit to your wickedness, pink tongue slipping out again, shiny and glistening with saliva. Breathing shallowly, rubbing your wrist with his thumb, encouraging you to keep going.

Your lips curved into a treacherous smile.

"I'll break all the hearts to get to yours, Jungkook."

And then you licked his tongue.

A low moan bubbled from Jungkook's chest, his eyes rolling back and his hips bucking up, desperate for friction as the tip of your wet muscle glided over his warm softness, your spit dripping down his throat, listening to his moans turn into messy garbles of your name, begging you, pleading you, more, more, kiss me, please, and you hooked your tongue around his, gently nudging his jaw with your other hand. Knuckle to chin, tilting your head as your lips closed onto Jungkook's.

It was not a neat kiss.

There was spit running down his chin, dripping onto his neck and your skin, your lips roughly working his, tongues intertwined and making even more of a mess, you sucking forcefully to earn pained, delicious whines. Jungkook was far too turned on to attempt to glamorize it, cries a jumbled mess under your greedy mouth, but none of that mattered. The moment was sensual and dark, bodies speaking to each other through dopamine and adrenaline. Your hand released his shirt, breaking his grip, switching to burrowing your fingers into his soft blond hair and running your nails over his scalp, leaving lines of prickling pain to enhance your kiss.

"F-Fuck, oh fuck, yes..."

Your teeth caught his tongue, pulling back and forcing his head to follow. Jungkook made a pained noise, trapped in your embrace, whining as you took him to the brink. You released him swiftly and he snapped backward, blinking hard, trying to reorient himself, but it was impossible, your lips crashing down again, thrusting your tongue into his mouth aggressively, one eye open to witness his fucked-out state, pupils unfocused, long lashes quivering, moaning into your mouth and you inhaling it all, literally taking his breath away.

It started out with a kiss.

How did it end up like this?

It was only a kiss.

You dropped your lower half onto his crotch and Jungkook gasped, breaking the kiss, strings of spit breaking between you two. You smirked wickedly as you felt his hardness trying to escape its clothing jail, his large hands already on your thighs and hips, sinking his fingers into the soft fabric of your leggings, rocking you into him, desperately trying to get some stimulation.

"Please," he croaked, panting for breath, pulling himself up to sitting position, so easy and smooth, fuck, so sexy, and now Jungkook was in your face, pleas on the tip of his tongue pouring out, tempting you, wanting it.

"Please, wanna be yours so fucking bad, seeing all those fucking letters and notes you get, and it pisses me off, it's me, I want it to be me, I want to be yours and I'm telling you to your face."

Whisper achingly hot, deep voice soaked with longing, staring into your eyes with those shaking brown orbs, spinning with emotion like an unstable top, barely enough torque holding it in place and all it took was another spin to encourage it or a gust of rejection to topple it over.

"And you don't even care about mine, you think they're fucking funny, fuck, I can't stand it, let it be me, please..."

His hands running up your sides, grazing against your breasts, and now his hands were in your hair and yours were in his, bringing your face close, the crumpled sky-blue note right between your joined crotches, forgotten, witnessing the agonizing lust wound tightly in this embrace.

"Let it be me," Jungkook begged.

You licked your lips slowly, scarcely swiping against his. He shuddered, leaning into it, taking whatever crumbs you gave. His long fingers tensed in your hair, yours buried in the dark roots of his.

"You'll have to skip the marriage bit for now," you teased lightly. "I don't think my parents will appreciate you slapping down papers before you finish school."

Jungkook snickered, tucking his tongue in his cheek roguishly. "Can't they understand I have to snatch this ass as soon as possible to make people back off?"

Your hands slipped down to his jaw, fitting it in your palms, his silvery-blond stands wrapped around your fingertips. "They'll back off my door once they hear you screaming my name."

You leaned in, but Jungkook stopped you, brown orbs glittering with mischief to get in one more quip.

"I doubt it," he purred.

Yeah.

Jungkook was right.

Ah, well.

You seized his face and kissed him again, fuck, such malleable lips just pleading to be bitten by you, gazing up his nose and to his beautiful eyes, his soft skin in your hands, clenching his jaw under your power, letting you have it, letting you control it and him. You felt him scramble and throw his denim jacket off, dumping it onto your couch to cup your cheeks with his hands, sighing in satisfaction as you inhaled him. Your tongue lazily traced the outskirts of his lips, hearing the rattle of his beaded bracelets by your ears, amused, knowing they were his good luck charms.

"They bring good luck," he had answered when you saw them for the first time.

You remembered tilting your head at the wooden beads on his slim wrists. "You trying to get your dick sucked or something?"

He had broken out in a loud guffaw. Nudged you with his elbow, cheeky smile on his lips.

"Never gonna say no to getting my dick sucked."

"Mhm, cool, where's my painting of the flaccid dick?"

From then on, you noticed he wore the same wooden, beaded bracelets every time he came to your apartment.

Hmm.

Now, your hands falling from his face, yanking his shirt from his pants, annoyed it was getting caught, and then Jungkook fitted his hands around your ass and lifted you easily, breaking the kiss, a moment for you to bear witness to his arms flexing – holy fuck, that’s sexy – right one covered in tattoos. Images and script, with one catching your eye, a string of words running up the inside of his upper arm. One you recognized because you had those words written on your bedroom wall, on a canvas hanging above your bed. A canvas you made, background a chaotic mess of varying dark red brushstrokes, the black script in the center, written by your hand.

The exact black script with your flourishes and ticks, now tattooed on the inside of his right arm.

Your eyes drifted to Jungkook's face and his naughty smirk, pleased to be found out. Your lips formed the sentence slowly, in awe of his audacity.

"The devil knows my name."

the devil knows my name.

Hung above your bed, where all manner of marvelous sinful acts were performed.

Jungkook grinned deviously. "I saw it. I wanted it on me."

Wanted it on him.

Oh, fuck.

Did he know? Could he guess?

"Who's the devil?" you whispered, smile widening, matching his.

Jungkook reached down, yanking his t-shirt out of his jeans and pulling it up and over his head, revealing the body he sculpted himself, tan skin taut over hard muscle, toned and...

"You're the devil, of course," he snickered.

Yours.

"Ding dong daeng," you sing-songed.

How many people have been on your bed, head pulled back by your hand, blinking hard, trying to read the words on your wall through waves of forced ecstasy? Gasping them out, ending with a question, inquiring for an answer.

The devil knows my name?

And you, leaning forward, haunting whisper in their ears, yes, she does, before pushing their face down into the sheets.

"All those love letters not good enough for you, Jungkook?" you breathed, running your hands over his bare chest, spreading your fingers, letting your exhale out through your teeth. His eyes on you, torso trembling, hairs raising, feeling your nails dance up, up, raking over his collarbones and neck, leaving little pink lines of intensity.

"They're not you," he whispered. His hands brushing over yours, outlining your fingers, eyes darkening as you pushed him back into your sofa, lowering your head. "You, the one they talk about..." Your lips on his hot skin, kissing softly, tongue so slight that it made him whimper. "You, the one they look for..." His voice, deep and rumbling, vibrating your lips, pitching as you bit and sucked, leaving small hickeys. "You, the one whose bed I sit on, wondering who else has been there, wondering why it's not me, when I make myself available to you, so easy to prey on, but you let me be..." Your lips closing around his dark brown nipple, scraping your teeth against it, making him squirm and look down at you, you and your self-satisfied, ravenous smirk.

"I let you read them," Jungkook whimpered, blond strands curled around his cheeks, chest shuddering at your nail flicking his other nipple while your mouth worked the other. "Let you see everything they want to do to me and you still didn't know."

You chuckled darkly. "What's there to know?" you mused, sticking your tongue out and pressing it against the now hard pink-tinged nub, receiving small whines of pleasure as your reward. "It's obvious what you wanted. I was right in front of you. All you had to do was say something."

Jungkook frowned as you sat up, tongue in cheek, half-grinning.

"Look at you."

You crossed your arms and pulled your pink cropped sweatshirt up and over your head, dropping it to the floor. Casually running a hand through the top of your hair to pull it away from your face, gazing down at shirtless Jungkook covered in your red bites, cocking your head with a smirk. He raised an eyebrow, eyes roaming over your figure and the curve of your breasts molded to smooth black satin.

"You look like you eat hearts for breakfast," he murmured, admiration in his tone.

The side of your lips quirked further upwards.

"And yet you wanna love me."

Jungkook grinned. "I don't want to. I already do."

And then he was the one to pull you to him, kissing you hungrily, you immediately turning it into your favor, your pace, his tongue commanded by yours as he unhooked your bra, moaning into your mouth, rubbing your exposed nipples with his palms, unable to do much as you pushed him into the couch again, guiding his tongue down with your teeth and running the tip of yours over his wet muscle once more, trickling saliva into his throat and onto his chin and neck, messy and lewd.

"The devil knows your name," you sighed into his mouth, feeling him knead your breasts, thumbs brushing over your hard nipples, tendrils of pleasure making your skin tingle. "And now the devil takes what she wants."

You saw the sides of his lips curve upwards as you backed up to strip the rest of your clothes, amused at Jungkook eagerly following suit and unbuttoning his jeans.

"Can't wait to flaunt how hot you are?" you laughed, reaching down to the shelf under the side table where a ceramic R2-D2 cookie jar sat.

"Do you think I'm hot?" Jungkook haughtily accused before gawking at your waist to ass ratio, his hands slowing, pants stopped to his knees in his distraction.

You gently took off the head of R2-D2 and plucked a condom from it. Some guy told you once that you couldn't like Star Trek and Star Wars at the same time and you told him to shut the fuck up as you slapped his nuts. He begged you to do it again. You fondly patted R2-D2's head after you fitted it back.

You straightened to see Jungkook on your couch with his hard dick on display.

You looked him dead in the eye. "You think I'd let you borrow my laptop if I thought you were ugly?"

Jungkook broke out of his trance and shrugged, finally yanking his calves – holy shit, his calves and thighs were muscular as fuck – out of his jeans, underwear and socks gone with them.

"Maybe you pitied my grades."

"I'd just pay for you to go to the library and fuck off, dumbass," you muttered, pushing his hands aside and ripping the condom open, drinking in the delicious sight of his throbbing red cock dripping pre-cum, his balls just waiting for – fuck it, you got down on your knees and wrapped your tongue around his length, Jungkook sputtering and gasping at your suddenness. Fuck, he smelled and tasted fucking good, clean and velvety to your lips enclosing around the head and sliding down, using one hand to scoop up his balls. Made eye contact with him again.

Jungkook breathed your name hesitantly.

Your tongue slid out of your lips and you jammed his cock all the way down your throat, slathering his balls wetly with your whisking tongue, circling around one and then the other, long expansive strokes that went past the girth of his cock, your pink tongue visible to him. Jungkook's pupils blew wide with shock, moans catching in his throat, whole body shivering, trying desperately not to look away even through you could tell he wanted to throw himself into your sofa and fucking lose it.

"Oooooooh, fuck, that's amazing.... Holy shit, your tongue is everything...."

You chuckled and pulled your head back, satisfied with his reaction. He seemed slightly disappointed until you rolled down the condom, cracking your neck.

"I think I've given enough." You stood up, getting back on top of him and his glorious thighs. "Time for you to be taken."

Jungkook smirked.

You smirked wider and more wickedly.

The sky-blue memo was crumpled into a ball, fallen to your hardwood floor.

Held him with two fingers, ugh, the weight of his cock, fuck yes, and those beautiful dark chocolate eyes, Jungkook, you dumbass, cursing that he didn't tell you sooner so that you could watch him groan and throw his head back like he was right now, gasping at your tightness, your name torn from his throat as you took in every centimeter of him, every pulsing vein and contour of his wonderful cock, stupid Jungkook and his attractive self not using his damn words so you could ride him like you were right now, setting up a fast, bruising pace. Your fingers dug into the back of the couch as you bucked your hips into his violently, keeping yourself tight because you were so fucking wet, fuck, so wet for Jeon Jungkook and his idiotic self, asking for internet to do his school assignments and not asking for his dick to be used as your fucking joystick.

Dumbass.

"Oh fuck," Jungkook gasped. "Oh, fuck, you're so wet and tight, shit, shit, shit..."

"Tell me something I haven't heard before," you chuckled, only half-meaning it, waving your entire body to deliver a particularly hard smack to his crotch, Jungkook whimpering under you, his hands flying to your upper arms and clutching them, trying to hold on to your wildness.

"Holy fuck, you have some hard biceps," he blurted out, startled at the prominent muscle.

Well, you haven't heard that one before.

"Guess that's what happens when you jack off a lot of dick," you mused nonchalantly.

You ticked your head to Jungkook's arms – delicious – and he frowned at you, opening his mouth to protest and you cut him off by shoving two fingers into his lips, pressing them down into the wet warmth, grinning maniacally as you watched him struggle with your fingers rubbing his tongue and his cock getting assaulted by you aggressively slamming your hips down and clamping around his stiffness, tighter, faster, whines of your name in his throat, head falling back onto the couch with a flump. You were careful not to push your fingers too far.

Getting vomited on wasn't really on your sexual activities bingo card.

Jungkook was, however, drooling down his chin and neck, and you pulled back to grab his shoulder with your wet hand – oh, fuck, his shoulder, what a lovely shape – and Jungkook wheezed for breath, you ignoring it as you focused all your energy on fucking the life out of him, dirty squelches and smacks of hips on hips, staring down at his abs and v-line, all his hard work at the gym on display, his hands still on your upper arms as he raised his hips to meet yours, needily moaning for you to destroy him with your pace.

Damn, maybe you would have sent him a love letter if you had seen him naked at least once.

"A-Ask me to cum for you," Jungkook finally got out, voice hoarse from breathing so hard for so long.

"You're going to anyway," you taunted.

"Want you to ask," he whined, almost pouting. "Tell me to do it."

You gazed into his eyes, into those brown irises overtaken by black pupils, him a top spinning by your hand, your plaything commanded by your body, pussy clenching around his twitching cock, spurred on from his pleading tone, giving him a devious and wicked grin, speaking to his swollen lips, the devil knows your name, Jungkook, and him moaning back, fuck yes she does, so close, so fucking close, unashamedly barreling towards your release, power in your veins and under you, his muscles rippling as he fucked you back, amplifying every thrust.

"Jungkook."

"Y-Yes?"

"Say it."

Brown eyes locked with yours.

"I love you. Marry me."

You smirked.

"Cum for me."

A half-second and then you let go, letting the feeling rush in and envelop you, the moment held back to torture him, and now you felt it all, already at the tipping point, strained moan as your orgasm crashed into you, shudders all over and falling, sitting all the way down in his lap to experience the throbbing ache of your core giving out and spilling onto his cock and balls in rapid bursts, viscous and sweet. The scent of sex mixing with blackberry and spiced vanilla, his length jerking inside you, and only then did you hear Jungkook crying out your name over and over, the roar in your ears fading out to his shivering moans, hands sliding up and down your arms, eyes closing and lost in the pleasure of your pussy squeezing out his cum. His touch travelling down to your waist, pulling you to him.

Messy, soft kisses, your name and curses mixed together.

"It's me, right?"

You smiled into his mouth that was still asking questions.

"Please let it be me. You'll let me love you for real, right?"

Pushing your hair back, his sweaty blond locks sticking to your face.

"Because I already do, can't stop, won't stop–"

"Yeah, Jungkook, funnily enough I figured that from the first kiss already," you chuckled, running your fingers through his ash blond hair and pulling his head back lightly, seeing him pout, the mole underneath his lower lip peeking out.

"But..."

"Hm?"

His voice suddenly small, vulnerable, his semi-hard dick still inside you.

"Do you love me?"

You lifted a brow. "What kind of dumbass question is that?" You grabbed his arm and pressed your nail into his tattoo of your words, drawing a pink scratch under them, making him gasp. "How can I not love you? Fuck, that's the sexiest thing I've ever seen, my handwriting tattooed onto you. Yes, I love you, Jungkook."

Jungkook's jaw dropped.

This fool is still shocked after all this?

You reached down and held the condom down as you lifted yourself off, yanking him to his feet, pushing Jungkook to your coffee table, right in front of the pile of letters with his name all over them. You picked up your laptop and pushed it onto his chest, forcing him to hold it, him still confused, mildly stunned, not knowing what the fuck was happening.

Then you made him half-straddle your coffee table and yanked off the condom.

"Um–"

Grabbed his cock and started furiously jacking him off.

"Oh, f-fuck!"'

And then he realized what you were doing, the sheer wrongness of it, getting harder and harder with every second, throbbing in your hand.

"You're just like them," you chuckled through exerted breath.

Faster, rougher, tighter, Jungkook clutching your laptop, his larger frame leaning against yours, head thrown back so far that his blond hair was brushing your shoulder, moaning lustfully as he thrusted his hips into your grip. White pooled onto the purple-red tip of his abused cock, far too sensitive to be jacked off this hard right after orgasm, but Jungkook begged you not to stop, streams of residual cum running down your slicked fingers.

"Always looking for your fix from the addiction that's me," you whispered into his ear, laced with an authoritative growl.

You saw Jungkook's head lower out of your periphery, eyes opening, staring at the colorful envelopes with his name printed on them, the cute stickers and neat handwriting, panting your name, tendons and veins standing out on his neck, sweat beading on his tan skin.

A low, dangerous chuckle rising in his throat.

"There's a difference between them and me."

You felt his cock twitch in your hand, ridiculously hard at what you two were about to do.

"They're not going to get their fix."

Jungkook shuddered against you, jerking his hips forward, thick white strings splattering all over the pastel paper as you watched, fascinated, the scent of his cum saturating the air and the envelopes, drops soaking and smearing the carefully written ink, time wasted and defiled.

"I am," he moaned, twisting his body on your arms, leaning down to kiss you hungrily as you squeezed his cock, draining it all out, all over your coffee table and coating your hand, stained with Jeon Jungkook's love letter to you.

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hey roomie!

pairings; eren jaeger x reader

content warning; eren jaeger x f!reader

content warning; friends to lovers, masturbation, unprotected sex, cream pie

being eren jaeger’s roommate was... well, challenging. he was always up late doing extra work his boss assigned him, bringing his friends over, his brother barging in once a day.

you didn’t want to move out though, i mean you could never afford a place on your own. plus you had a good relationship with eren. you were connected through your cousin reiner in college. you guys got pretty close and by graduation the both of you decided to share an apartment for expense reasons.

as of right now, eren was interning at a company called scout. a business ran by no other than the semi-famous, and extremely handsome, erwin smith. eren was working in one of the offices managed by levi ackerman. you figured having someone as powerful and smart as levi guiding you, eren was going places in that company.

as for you, you were currently employed in a bar and grill restaurant called marleys.

“i’m headin’ out, see ya galli!”

“see ya tomorrow, text me in the morning.”

friday nights were usually the worst over at marleys, but today was different. some new workers joined the crew and my boss, galliard, wanted to see how they handled the pressure of a packed night. considering that, he gave me the night off.

living with eren for almost a year i’ve come to take notice of his schedule. every friday i get the notification someone’s at our front door at the same time. 12 am is when he comes home on fridays. it’s been like that since the first few weeks you guys lived together while you were still unemployed.

at least it’s only 7pm now. i can finally have some peace and quiet time to myself with no distraction. once i got home the first thing i did was change into my pajamas. it felt nice not having to worry about closing doors or anything, at least for the time being. eren wouldn’t be home for another 4 and a half hours so you could sit in the living room naked for all you cared.

you didn’t have to do anything but enjoy the peace and quiet, so that’s what you did. you plopped down on top of your made bed and just looked around. that was until your eyes met the picture collage on your night stand. specifically the one picture in the collage.

it was from last summer, you and all your friends at a pool party. the one person you had your eyes on though, was eren. how he looked with his shirt off, his damp hair thrown into a messy bun, his swimming trunks wet from just getting out of the water. to top it off, a smug grin on his face while wrapping his arm around you as you sat on his lap. completely innocent of course, there just wasn’t enough room for everyone to fit in the frame of the shot.

you don’t know what got into you during the next few minutes, but some how your hand found the hem of your pants. slowly bringing it down you started to rub circles around your clothed clit, all while thinking of your roommate. as the heat in your pants began to grow, you finally decided to let loose.

you pulled your pants, along with your panties, down and disregarded them on the floor, flipping back onto your side. you were on full display for anyone who walked in and turned down the small hallway of the apartment. you didn’t even consider the possibility of eren coming back home early. no, you didn’t even think of getting up to shut the bedroom door. was it because some part of you wanted him to come home early and see you?

it was dark in the apartment when eren got home. the only sort of light reflecting was the dim light of your lamp coming out of your bedroom. walking over to put his stuff down on the counter, he turned on the main lights.

if you weren’t digging your fingers into your cunt fantasizing about your roommate, so good to the point where you had to squeeze your eyes shut? then maybe you could’ve heard him come in and just maybe you could’ve seen the kitchen and living room light up.

but he heard you first.

not only was the small light coming out of your room, but soft little moans and grunts.

sneaking quietly to the door of your room, eren rested on your door frame, you still not noticing him. he figured you were too deep in your thoughts, and your cunt, to hear him.

that was until you felt your orgasm building up.

“e-eren”

“i’m over here, y/n.”

you quickly realized that you weren’t hearing things and that for the first time in almost a year, eren came home and early. you quickly pulled your fingers out and reached over to your throw blanket, now covering you bottom half.

oh god he’s going to kick me out. he doesn’t want to live with such a pervert. some roomate, masturbating to the mere thought of him. that was all your brain could comprehend as eren walked over to you and took a spot on the edge of your bed.

“you know, i was going to let you be and go fuck my fist to the sound of your pretty little whimpers. but now i know you were thinking of me. i figured you’d wanna help me out with my ‘issue’ ”

what. i mean of course you weren’t going to deny. but will this change anything between the two of you? fuck it’s already changed after that

“will it change anything between us? like- would we still be good friends and roommat-“

“stop worrying so much, y/n. i just admitted to getting off to the thought of you, after i actually just walked into you doing the same exact thing.”

he crawled over your bed and landed hovering over you.

“things are already different”

he leaned down and captured his lips with yours. more of a gentle, passionate kiss, which led to a more rougher one just a few seconds later.

“want you eren.” you mumbled out between kisses

your hands trailed down to the belt of his pants before he slapped them away.

“i’m not giving you anything until you’re more specific. what do you want now, sweet girl?”

“want your cock, i want your cock eren!”

his hands trailed down to the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it over you. the second you were exposed to him, his mouth latched onto you, sucking dark marks onto the flesh of your brest. his other hand now working on the other one, swirling around the sensitive nub.

after he was satisfied with all the whispers coming out of your sweet mouth he looked back up at you.

“want my cock hm?”

you never nodded your head so quickly in your life

“a little more specific baby... come on your so close!”

“want it, want it in my pussy, please eren. just please fuck me already.” at this point you were about to cry for him

“good, i think you deserve your reward for using your big girl words.”

moving your hands back down to his pants, you successfully removed his belt, this time without him slapping you away.

but it was him that quickly shuffled his pants and boxers down.

“i’m on the pill as long as you’re clean.”

his cock twitched at the thought of fucking you raw, his cum filling you up.

before you knew it, eren had pinned your arms above your head with one hand, using the other to guide your hips up. his large cock entered you and he bottomed out.

giving him a nod of approval, he slowly pulled back out, before harshly thrusting right back in. your legs quickly wrapped around his hips, pulling him in closer. his hands let go of your wrists, he was now using it to hold your chest down as he sucked and nipped at your neck. your hands held onto his shoulders, tugging onto his shirt.

without missing a thrust, he slid his shirt off with just one hand, soon returning to work on your neck. your hand met with his now bare shoulder, slightly digging your nails into it. your other hand found it’s way to erens hair, tangling into his messy bun. right as your hand met his hair, he pounded right into your g-spot.

this caused you to let out a loud moan, almost sounding like a scream of pleasure. your hand tightly gripped around his hair. harshly pulling it back.

“fuuuuck, that’s it? that’s the spot isn’t it?”

the only answer he needed is when you let out the same reaction once he hit over that same spot again. he had won you. he continued to abuse your g-spot all while you roughly tugged his hair back.

the wave of pleasure the two of your were experiencing was mesmerizing.

“fuck eren, i’m gonna-”

before you could even finish your sentence you creamed all over eren’s cock.

“please let me, inside, fuuck please.”

once he got the soon nod of approval, he poured his cum out. he did what he’s been fantasizing about since college. he finally fucked you and came inside. and he came hard.

when he pulled out the mixture of cum started to leak out of your hole. that was when eren used his figures to push it back in.

“no, no, not one drop of this is going to be wasted. you understand?”

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