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gothcsz · 3 months ago

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𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒇𝒂𝒓𝒆 / Interlude.

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PAIRING: Javier Peña x Original Female Character

SUMMARY: Flashback to the first erotic phone call between our favorite couple.

WORD COUNT: ~5k

RATING: 18+ Minors DNI.

TAGS: more phone sex to satiate our horniness, dirty talk is a given, masturbation (f&m), porn with feelings, lots of terms of endearment, javi thinks she's really pretty and perfect, fluff at the end because these two are in love and it sickens me (in the best way possible), you don't really need to read the main fic to enjoy this, if there's typos/grammatical errors just pretend that there's not, other things that i'm probably forgetting.

A/N: okay, listen, i couldn't help myself from writing this because it was living in my head rent free since i mentioned it in a previous chapter. this takes place between chapters 15 and 16 here on tumblr (17 and 18 on ao3 bc they don't match up, sadly) so, um, yeah 🙃 idk when the next real part of this will be out... but just know blood, sweat, and TEARS are being poured into it. lol anywho, my thoroughfare baddies, i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it 🖤 and alliigator tears by beyoncé definitely fits them like a glove. as always feel free to drop any type of feedback/support on this blog or ao3. i'd really appreciate it <3

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Javier leans back against the sticky leather of his couch, the phone pressed against his ear, his voice low and teasing. “So, is this the part where I’m supposed to ask what you’re wearing?”

Her soft giggle floats through the receiver, and he can almost see her biting her lip, playful yet coy. She shifts on her bed, the soft rustling of her sheets barely audible. “You can if you want,” she flirts, “but m’afraid you might be a little disappointed by my answer.”

He chuckles, “I doubt that. You could be wearing a potato sack, and I’d still think you’re the most beautiful girl to ever walk this godforsaken planet.” He’s anything if sincere and it makes her cheeks flush.

She toys with the cord of the phone, fingers tracing the spiral absentmindedly as she tries (and fails) to suppress the smile spreading across her face. “Y’know, Marilyn Monroe did that once,” she informs, leaning back into her pillows. “Just to prove a point.”

“Yeah?” he questions, taking a sip from his beer, “And what point was she trying to make?”

“That she looked good in anythin’.”

“Seems like you two have that in common, then.”

Her laugh is magnitzing, drawing him in. “That’s like, one of the best compliments you can give to a girl.”

“Being compared to Marilyn Monroe? Really?”

“Mhm.”

“Well I’ll tell you right now— you run laps around her.”

Her blush deepens, staring up at the ceiling in a futile attempt to calm the butterflies fluttering wildly in her stomach.

“Oh, stop it.” He always makes her feel like she’s crushing for the very first time.

The soft hum of the phone line hangs between them, a balm against the ache of being apart. Talking over the phone just isn’t enough anymore. Not after tasting each other, not after knowing what it feels like to reach euphoria together.

It’s become almost unbearable to stay away, more difficult than ever before.

He can almost feel the heat of her skin, the way her chest rises and falls with each breath. He imagines her sprawled out on her bed, hair fanned out like a halo, lips parted just so.

“Just saying how it is.”

Her hand tightens around the receiver, heart pounding in her chest. She isn’t exactly sure how to navigate this type of call. She can sense it escalating it into more… naughty territory just by the way tension is building over the line.

It’s something she’s always been curious about, eager to explore, but she’s never had a boyfriend or lover who made her feel bold enough to try it.

And now she has one of the two who is more than willing to indulge.

“What about you?” she whispers in a sultry tone— an attempt to sound confident and not embarrassed. “What are you wearing?”

“Not much,” he admits, the shift in her voice enticing him, which in turn has blood pooling at her cheeks. “Sweatpants, a college t-shirt,” he pauses for a moment, “Thinking about you.”

She bites her lip, the image of him lounging comfortably in his space looking handsome as hell without trying, so close yet so far, sending a thrill through her. “I’m flattered… what exactly are you thinkin’ about?”

“How one of these days I’m going to be selfish enough to keep you in my bed all night. Treat you the way you deserve.” His cock stirs at his own imagination, memories of their date clouding his mind like a beautiful and welcomed storm. “I’m always thinking about you, sweet girl… every inch of you.”

She blinks rapidly. “Javi,” she breathes, “can’t say things like that. Makes it real hard to wanna stay in my own bed tonight.”

“That’s the point,” he replies lowly, using a seductive tone that sends shivers dancing down her spine. “If I didn’t give a fuck about your dad, I’d sneak over and climb your window to show you just how much I want you.”

“I mean… you could…” Her eyes flit over to the open window of her bedroom, imagining his broad frame climbing through and taking her right here on her bed. Her thighs rub together.

“I don’t have a death wish.”

“Honey, dontcha think we’re past that by now?”

He smirks, taking another sip of his beer. “Not entirely in the clear.”

Right. And at the rate they’re going— he’ll never be.

Another bout of silence before he asks, “So… what are you wearing? Told you what I was sporting, it’s only fair that you return the favor.”

Her voice is soft, almost shy, as she answers, “Just a camisole and some sleep shorts.”

He paints a vivid picture of her in those simple clothes, clinging to her curves. It gets him hot all over. “You wearing any underwear?”

There’s a pause, her hesitation makes his pulse quicken. Then, her angelic whisper replies “... No.”

A grunt escapes his lips. “I just know you’re looking real cute right now laying in bed.”

Her lips curl into a small, mischievous smile, “Who said I was layin’ in bed? Could be on the couch… or in the kitchen…”

Javi chuckles knowingly. “You wouldn’t be speaking so freely if that were the case.”

She hums, the sound vibrating through the line, “Hmmm, I guess you’re right.”

Her fingers play with the delicate bow at the front of her camisole, a teasing thought crossing her mind. “There’s a bow tied to the front of my top,” she murmurs seductively, “If I undo it, my tits will spill out.”

A low growl rumbles in his chest. “What a fucking sight that’d be. They’re gorgeous.”

She chews on her lower lip, lightly tugging at the tied string, the tension in her body building. “Yeah?”

“Hell yeah,” words drip with intent. “Love feelin’ them in my hands. Wanna bite and lick all over them, mark them up. Know I’d be able to make you come just by playing with ‘em.”

Her thighs twitch instinctively, a wave of arousal washing over her. She can almost feel his hot breath against her skin, the way his teeth would graze the hardened nub of her nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive area before suckling it into his mouth. The image sends a jolt of pleasure straight to her core, her breath growing ragged.

His smirk is damn near audible as he hears her reaction over the line. “What’s wrong, baby? Wasn’t expecting that?”

She swallows hard, “You and that fucking mouth of yours, Javi.”

Another dark chuckle, words coming out in a low purr. “That’s not even the filthiest thing I could have said.”

Curiosity and arousal bubble within her. “What is, then?”

His voice drops even lower, “I’d latch right onto those pretty tits, querida. Fuck you with my fingers ‘til your pussy is crying for my cock.”

Her hand tightens around the phone, eyes fluttering closed as she lets the scenario he’s planted in her mind take over. The thought of his fingers inside her, stretching her, teasing her, making her lose control, is almost too much to bear.

“Wouldn’t take much— I promise you,” she tells him.

A satisfied laugh rings through the receiver. “Gotta build your tolerance up. It’d be too easy to just give you what you want every time.”

The faint thudding of her neglected clit is slowly but surely driving her crazy. She needs to touch herself, or hell, sneak out her damn self and drive to his place just to have him fuck her. “S’not very nice to torture me, cowboy.”

“I’m not torturing you, my spoiled girl,” he tilts his head, fingers drumming along the tattered fabric of the armrest, “It’s gonna make it that much better when I finally give you what you need. Gotta warm you up first. Tease you.”

She blows out a breath, heart skipping a beat as he calls her his spoiled girl. “You do enough of that by not doin’ a goddamn thing. So fuckin’ annoying.”

“I can say the same to you. Damn near half hard any time you’re around.”

She giggles and he smiles, “Does that mean you tug one out when I leave ya?”

“Sometimes… most of the time…”

“And now?” She asks a little boldly.

“With the direction this call is goin’ in, I was hoping we could indulge in that together.”

Her breathing picks up again and attuned as ever, he notices. “You ever done this before, palomita?”

She hesitates, her thumb tracing the curve of the phone. “No,” she admits, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. “Not like this.”

There is a beat of silence, and then his soft, reassuring voice breaks her nervousness. “That’s okay, hermosa. I’ll talk you through it. Just listen to me, and I’ll take care of everything. I’ll take care of you.”

I’ll take care of you. His words are like a warm embrace, wrapping her in a sense of assurance. Her body tingles with curiosity, nerves, and growing desire. “Okay,” she whispers, her voice small but eager.

He hums, finishing off his beer and placing the empty bottle aside. “Now, I want you to do something for me. Pull the string on your top. Let your tits spill out, princesa.”

Her fingers tremble slightly as she tugs at the string, letting it fall open, pulling the fabric beneath her breasts. The cool air kisses her bare skin, making her shiver.

“Okay, they’re out.”

“So compliant. Me encanta.” He praises tenderly. “Fuck me, I wish I could see you right now. Bet you’re lookin’ good enough to eat.”

A soft whimper spills from her lips, the praise stirring something deep inside her. “Javi,” she breathes, body already aching for more and nothing has happened yet.

“Shhh, just keep listening, baby. Now, slide your shorts down. I want you laying there, all soft and naked, just for me.”

She follows his instructions again, mind swimming with ardor as she kicks off her shorts. She lays back against the pillows, her body exposed for whatever he’s about to throw at her. “Okay, they’re off.” She informs, coyly.

“There we go. Don’t be shy.” He hears it plain as day in her voice. He’s so used to her sharp tongue, her playful teasing when she’s strutting around town like she owns the place. But here, on the phone, she’s different— modest… compliant. He fucking loves that he can elicit this facet of her personality.

His large hand palms at his erection over the fabric of his sweatpants. “Doing so good. You ready to hear what I’d do to you if I was there?”

Her breath is ragged as she nods, realizing he can’t see her. “Yes,” she whispers.

“I’d kiss you slow at first,” he begins, “down that pretty neck of yours, taking my time, tasting your skin. Always so sweet. Like strawberries and honey all over.” He grunts, squeezing his dick, practically tasting what he’s just described on the tip of his tongue.

Her eyes flutter closed again, her body responding to his every word. Picturing him hovering above her, his lips grazing her neck… she can’t help but let her hand come down to grope her own breast, kneading the full, warm flesh with her free hand. “Oh…” an airy gasp tumbles from her.

“You touchin’ yourself, palomita.”

“Mhm.”

“And when did I give you permission to do that?”

Her eyes snap open, “I-I—”

“It’s okay, I’ll let it slide this time,” he licks across his teeth and she shudders.

This time. Will there be more times? God, please let there be more times.

“What are you touchin’ on?”

“My tits.”

He groans, squeezing his cock, “Fuckin’ perfect. Could spend hours between them. I’d suck those pretty nipples into my mouth, just the way you like.”

Her body arches as if his mouth were already on her. She moans his name and he revels in it, “It feels so good… just hearing you.”

“I know it does,” he says, a cocky smile in his voice. “ I love hearing all your sweet noises. Making me so proud, cariño. Reward yourself by rubbing your clit.”

His words make her bolder, her inhibitions slipping away as lust takes over. “I wish you were here so bad,” she whines, manicured fingers moving down her toned body until they’re between her legs and she spreads her thighs, exposing herself.

When she reaches her clit, her eyes widen at how wet she is— almost not believing how worked up he’s able to get her. Her tone grows needier as she begins to rub wide, slow circles against her sensitive pearl. “I wanna feel you inside me, Javi. Want you to make love to me.”

His breath shudders, the tenderness in her voice slicing through the heated tension. Make love. The words hit him in a way he’s never felt before. He can’t remember the last time someone asked for that— hell, he doesn’t think he’s ever done it. Not with Lorraine, not with Helena, not with anyone. He’s always been about the rough, fast release, the urgency of a quick fuck.

Slowing down, savoring each moment? It never seemed like his thing.

Too intimate.

But now, with Paloma’s soft moans in his ear as she touches herself under his guidance, it’s different. She’s saying his name like it’s sacred, begging him not just to fuck her, but to make love to her. And for the first time, the idea makes him want to lose control in the gentlest way possible.

What a sight she must be sprawled out with her hand between her thighs. “Fuck, I’d love nothing more. You’d feel so damn good wrapped around my dick. I’d go slow. Let you feel every inch of me stretching out your tight cunt, chiquita.”

She mewls, clenching around nothing and slowly picking up the pace with her fingers, smearing her sticky arousal around her pussy, spreading her folds and massaging her labia. “No one’s ever made me feel the way you do, honey. I’ve never wanted anyone like this.”

Her words hit him like a shot of adrenaline, stroking his ego. It drives him wild. “Don’t tell me that,” he growls, his voice strained. “Not when I can’t do anything about it.”

His head falls back against the couch, his teeth gritting as he forces himself to slow down, schooling his hand movements so he doesn’t come so soon. That’s how much power she has over him— how much she gets under his skin in the best way possible.

And it’s killing him that she’s not here, that he can’t reach out and feel her, make good on all the promises in his head and on his tongue.

“You’re everything, Paloma. I’d make you feel like the only woman in the world because that’s what you are to me.”

Her chest tightens, lust and emotion wracking against her ribcage. “You’re the best I’ve ever had,” she admits shakily, words laden with sincerity. And I’ve only fucked him twice!

He lets out a low groan, finally pulling his cock out from the restricting fabric and he pumps slowly, tightening his fist around the heated skin as precome squirts out from his slit. “Damn, palomita. You don’t know what you’re doin’ to me. You’re so perfect. Everything about you is perfect.”

Her confidence soars at his words, body humming. “I’d do anything for you.”

“You don’t have to do a thing but be yourself,” He says this so sincerely, it’s almost painful. “You’re already everything I need, nena. Just you, laying there, listening to me… that’s all I want. Still touchin’ on that pretty pussy?” Just asking her has his shaft twitching in his calloused palm.

The intimacy of his words makes her feel cherished and adored in a way she had never felt before, yet the crudeness of his question makes her feel sexy and desired.

“Y-Yeah.”

“She wet?”

“You know she is.”

“Suck and spit on your fingers then, fuck—” he cuts himself off with a groan, adjusting the phone to rest between his shoulder and ear to bring his hand down to cradle his balls while he picks up the pace at which he’s fucking his fist, “put two inside. Slowly. I want to hear you spit on them.”

She can only assume that he’s also touching himself, and envy curls in her belly— jealous of his hand for being able to have him in a way that she hasn’t yet.

Her skin prickles as she obeys, her digits messy as they slide up to her mouth. She licks them deliberately, exaggerating the motion so he can hear the wet suction of her lips around her fingers before she spits and some of it dribbles down her hand. The sound is shameless, and it earns her a sharp curse in Spanish from him.

“Dios mío...” His voice is ragged, barely holding on to control. “I want you to spit on my cock like that when I fuck your throat, corazón.”

“Oh my god,” her back bends as she sinks two of her fingers inside her cunt, and while it feels good— it’s nothing compared to how his had felt. So thick and full and calloused. “Javi,” feeling more comfortable, she continues, “I know you’ve got your cock in your hand,” another grunt from him and a ghost of a smirk haunts her plump lips, “Wanna hear you spit in your hand and wrap it around him. Can you do that for me?” She asks, oh so sweetly, almost echoing his words to a T.

He almost comes then and there, that lilt in her tone and the presumable pout on her lips making him feel like he’s dreaming.

He can envision her looking up at him through those thick lashes of hers, mouth parted while his heavy cock hovers over her face. “‘Course baby. Anything for you.”

He brings his palm to his mouth, spitting into it obscenely, and the sound earns a quiet, satisfied sigh from her. The added wetness makes it easier for him to stroke himself, his grip tightening as he imagines her lips around him. “Add another finger,” he demands, “Know you can take it. Just how you take this dick, babygirl.”

Her ring finger joins her pointer and middle, a slight burn comes with the stretch, the pad of her thumb grazing her clit and it makes her hips buck upwards, breasts swaying with the movement and she almost lets the receiver slip from her grasp. “Oh honey, this feels fuckin’ amazin’.”

“The things I’d do to be there with you. Wouldn’t even touch you. Just stand there watching as those pretty fingers get swallowed by that tight pussy.” She gasps, curling her fingers and just barely brushing up against that soft spot that makes stars dance in her eyes. The spot he so easily finds and pleasures as if it’s nothing. Like a fucking expert.

“Turn over. On your stomach,” he instructs, twisting his wrist and shuddering at how good the motion feels on his dick. “Put that fine ass in the air.”

She’s dizzy, his instruction almost muddled from the pleasure she feels by fingering herself. She pulls her digits out, core aching from the sudden emptiness.

She lets the phone slip from her grasp, shuffling onto her stomach, her knees trembling as they dig into the mattress while her ass lifts into the air. The texture of her comforter brushing against her sensitive nipples makes her keen and he hears the faint whine over the crackle of the landline and that makes him dizzy.

She’s never gotten herself off like this before, and her nerves dissolve into excitement as she calls out for him again, phone tucked against her ear, one cheek pressed against the mattress, fingers eagerly awaiting further instruction.

“Put those fingers back inside, baby. I want you to pretend it’s me. Feel how tight you are, how badly your pussy needs me to fill her.”

She writhes under his command, cheeks flushed with arousal, as her hand moves between her legs once more. She slides three fingers inside again, her wet heat wrapping around them, hips instinctively rocking to meet her own touch. “Oh God, Javi,” she moans, quivering as she imagines it’s him, his cock stretching her, buried deep inside her completely.

“That’s it,” he growls, his own hand moving faster, jerking himself with the same intensity he imagines she’s giving herself. “Now bounce on them, pretend it’s my dick.”

She swivels her hips, keeping her wrist locked tight to keep her fingers upright as she begins to ride them in this position. It feels so good, better than anything she could have ever fucking imagined. “Oh jesus fuckin’ christ— Javier I’m not gonna last long, oh fuck—” her words taper off into a loud moan.

He chuckles, dark and husky. “Quiet down before your daddy hears you,” he warns, the thrill of being caught only adding to the fire between them.

She bites her lip hard, body trembling as she tries to keep the pleasure at bay, stifling the sounds that threaten to escape. The phone digs into her ear, his voice the only thing keeping her grounded in the storm of her own lust. “I can’t… it feels too good,” she whispers, breath ragged as her hips buck uncontrollably against her hand.

“I know, princesa,” he purrs, soothing yet commanding. “But you’ve gotta be quiet for me. You don’t want anyone knowing how dirty you’re bein’ right now, do you?”

She shakes her head, even though he can’t see, teeth sinking into her lip to keep her moans at bay. The phone slips slightly from her, resting inches away from her face, his voice still filling her ear as if he were right there with her.

“Wanna ride you so bad,” she’s so drunk off dick she’s getting through a phone call and lewd instructions, “Might not come close to any of your previous whores but I promise I’d make it worth your while.”

The second she says it, a flicker of insecurity tightens her chest. She doesn’t know where the jealousy comes from, but it’s there, bubbling up from the small pit of doubt she carries inside. Being with a man like Javier— someone who’s been engaged, lived a life so far removed from her small-town world, who knows his way around a woman’s body like second nature— it makes her feel out of her depth.

He’s been with women who’s entire job was to know exactly how to please a man. He’s so confident, so sure of himself, and here she is, fumbling through dirty talk over the phone, trying to measure up to whatever came before her.

How could a small-town girl like her ever compare? She bites her lip, feeling the weight of that doubt creep in, even in the middle of something so intimate.

But she says it anyway, wanting him to know. Wanting him to understand that despite her uncertainty, she’d give him everything.

“Not come close?” He scoffs, “fuckin’ crazy, palomita. You’re already lightyears better than any of ‘em.” He leans over, letting a string of spit fall onto the head of his cock before his fist returns to the quicker strokes he craves. Each movement is fueled by the mental image of her submitting to his every command. “I’d bend you over and pound into you so hard, you wouldn’t be able to think straight. I’d watch that sweet ass bounce back against me, see the way it moves with every thrust.”

His reassurance cuts through the lingering haze of her insecurities. The doubt fades away, replaced by a surge of raw desire. She moans, body rocking against the bed, imagining him behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he takes what he wants.

“Oh yes!” she gasps, her free hand finding her clit, fingers circling it in sync with the thrust of her other hand buried inside her. She’s desperate, moving faster, harder, matching the intensity of his voice in her ear. “I’d take you any way you want. Any way, just to feel you inside me again.”

He curses under his breath, large hand moving with a newfound urgency as he tries to prolong his own orgasm, wanting to hold on just long enough to hear her come undone first. “You’d let me fuck you from behind, wouldn’t you? Let me spank that pretty ass ‘til it’s red, leave my handprints all over your soft skin.”

“God, yes,” she cries, her body trembling with every thrust of her fingers. She feels the pressure building, the tight coil in her belly about to snap. “I’d take it all, Javi. I’d let you fuck me so hard. Scream ‘til my throat is raw, ‘til the only thing I know is your name.”

“You’d be so loud,” he grunts. “I’d have to cover your mouth to keep those pretty screams quiet, wouldn’t I? You’d be cryin’ for me, beggin’ me to stop, but you wouldn’t want me to. You’d love every second of it.”

Her body jerks at his words, digits moving faster as her climax approaches. “S’hard to keep quiet when I’m bein’ fucked by a cock so good. Need you to fill me up,” she gasps, her voice breaking as the pleasure overwhelms her. “Oh shit, I’m gonna come.”

He curses, his own body teetering on the edge as he imagines himself pumping her full of his cum, pulling his cock out and watching his spend drip down onto her pretty pussy. Fuck. “Go on, get yourself off,” he urges, his tone both commanding and tender. “Let me hear you fall apart. You’re doin’ so good for me. I wanna hear you come, palomita.”

With a final thrust of her fingers, her body shatters, her orgasm ripping through her as she mewls his name, her entire being convulsing, shuddering from head to toe. “Javier… oh my God,” she moans, barely contained, as she buries her face in the pillow to muffle the sound.

He lets out a low, primal growl as he follows her over the edge, his body tensing with his own release. “Fuck, Paloma,” he pants, milky spurts dripping over his knuckles, voice filled with both relief and satisfaction.

Hearing her name fall from his lips like that damn near takes her out.

“You’re perfect, baby. So fuckin’ perfect.” He babbles, trying to even out his breathing.

She lies there, her body utterly spent, her breath coming in stuttering gasps, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through her like soft waves.

“Jeez, that was…” She tries to find the words, but they seem to hang just beyond her reach. Heaven. She feels like she’s floating somewhere between realms, tethered only by the soft, steady tone of his voice.

“Yeah,” he breathes, understanding and satisfied. “You don’t even have to say it, nena. I know.” He pauses for a second, and she can almost hear the smile tugging at his lips. “Fuck, give me a second. I gotta clean up this mess I made.”

She giggles, a playful note in her voice as she bites down on her lower lip. She slowly pulls her fingers from her sensitive pussy, savoring the last of the sensation. She brings them to her lips, licking at them. “Take your time. I just cleaned my mess up.” The purposeful loud, wet pop of her lips around her fingers makes him groan in appreciation.

“Evil woman,” he mutters, leaving the phone by the couch as he rushes to clean up in the bathroom. The sounds of running water and his quick movements fill the background before he returns.

She turns to lie onto her back, stretching her limbs like a lounging cat while fixing her top.

“You there?”

“Mhm,” she hums, content and satisfied.

“You did so good, princesa,” he praises very pridefully. “Especially for your first time doing this. You were amazing.” His words are sincere, the tenderness unmistakable.

She feels a flutter in her chest, her heart skipping at the praise. Hearing how pleased he was makes her glow with pride. “Really?” she asks a bit bashfully.

“Really,” he confirms, the smile in his voice clear. “I knew you’d be amazing, but damn, you blew me away.”

She’s over the moon, her cheeks flushing with excitement. “I can’t wait to do it again,” she admits, her eagerness bubbling to the surface now that the initial nervousness has faded.

“We won’t have to just do this over the phone for much longer. We’ll have all the time in the world to do whatever we want together. No rushing, no holding back, no sneaking around.” There’s a warmth that coats his words, that speaks to more than just the physical side of their relationship. While the thought of tangling up with her in the comfort of his sheets sounds like fucking paradise, it’s not what he’s most eager for.

What he’s looking forward to, more than anything, is being able to walk hand-in-hand with her in the open, to take her out in public, proudly. To share with the world how happy she makes him, how proud he is to have such a remarkable woman by his side. Never one for public displays of affection before— he’s always been too guarded, too private— but with her, everything’s different. She’s shifting his perspective on so much, and though it unsettles him sometimes, he’s found he doesn’t mind the change. Not with her.

“Anything you want. Whether it’s in bed or out. You being content is all I care about.”

Her heart stirs, fluttering with emotion at the way he always puts her needs first, making sure she’s more than content. It’s that selflessness of his, the way he cares for her, that has her falling even harder. He always brushes it off, insisting he’s the opposite, but she sees through that. He’s good to her— so much more than he gives himself credit for.

“You make me feel so special,” she murmurs softly as she stares up at the ceiling, a dreamy smile playing on her lips. “It’s like you always know exactly what I need.”

“That’s because you are special, Paloma,” the sincerity of his words making her chest ache in the best way. “You deserve that and more. I just wanna make sure you’re always happy.”

She swallows hard, feeling the weight of what he’s saying. There’s no doubt in her mind anymore. She’s in love with him— completely. How could she not be? He’s everything she never knew she needed: protective, caring, and so damn thoughtful, even when he’s not trying to be. It’s like second nature to him.

He lets out a soft, almost bashful laugh, a sound so rare it makes her stomach tighten. “You just don’t know how lucky I am to have you.” There’s a vulnerability in his voice that catches even him by surprise. “I adore you so much.”

The openness in his confession after everything that’s just transpired between them, hits her like a wave. She’s used to the way he keeps his emotions guarded, but this side of Javier— the unguarded, raw version— is something new, something precious. Maybe it’s the clarity that comes after the release, or maybe it’s been simmering inside him for a while now, but he feels compelled to express it, to let her know how deeply she’s embedded herself in his life.

And it’s uncharacteristic for him, this kind of vulnerability. He’s always been the strong, silent type, the one who doesn’t talk about his feelings unless absolutely necessary. But her, in her gentle, unassuming way, has a way of bringing it out of him, coaxing him to show sides of himself he’s kept hidden for years. Just like he can draw out her vulnerability in sex, she shines a light on his softer edges, the parts of him that long to be known, to be seen.

“Now get some rest,” he continues, his words a tender caress. “I’ll see you soon.”

She blinks rapidly, her vision blurring as her eyes well up with unshed tears. There’s an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love swelling in her chest, making it hard to breathe for a moment. He’s not the kind of man to throw words around carelessly— when he says something like this, it holds weight, it means something.

A part of her, the cautious part that’s been guarding her heart, once would have hesitated, would have put up a wall to protect herself from getting hurt again. But there are no warning bells going off this time. No second-guessing that they’ve both crossed a threshold where they’re truly seeing each other for who they are— flaws and all. And it’s enough.

“And I adore you, Javi.” They’re not saying the word love just yet, but it’s there, nestled between the lines of their words. For now, this is enough. It works for them

“Goodnight, cowboy,” she adds with a soft smile, the familiar endearment laced with warmth and affection.

“Goodnight, palomita. Sweet dreams.”

They linger for a moment, neither one wanting to hang up just yet, their shallow breathing filling the line.

“Thank you… for everything,” she murmurs without really thinking, not just thanking him for tonight, but for proving to her that she was more than just another woman being used to exorcise his demons.

He lets out a soft snort, “If anyone should be thanking someone, it’s me to you, cariño,” he says, his voice gentle yet firm. “For giving me a second chance. I know I don’t deserve redemption, but I’d move heaven and earth for you. You know that, right?”

Her heart skips a beat, overwhelmed by his convinction. She knows, without a doubt, that he’s telling the truth. He’s already done enough to show his sincerity, and she feels that trust settling in her bones now.

There’s no hesitation. Just a quiet, steadfast belief that this— whatever they’re building— is real, and it’s good.

“I know, Javi. I know.”

And with that, they finally hang up, leaving both of them with a sense of newfound sense of peace. Hearts feels lighter, fuller, and as she lies back against the pillows, she can’t help but smile, knowing that with him, she’s found that something she’s always yearned for.

#javier pena smut #javier peña smut #javier pena fic #javier pena fanfic #javier peña fic #javier peña fanfiction #javier pena x ofc #javier peña x ofc #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction

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lovelenivy · 1 year ago

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you know what hate crimes md enjoyers, idk if this has been done before but i wanna start like a little tag game: i wanna know your favorite seasons in order, what you think is the best episode each season, your personal favorite ep from each season, any honorable mentions if you have them, and your least favorite/worst episode in your opinion. i'd also like to have you sort the main characters/fellows from favorite to least favorite, plus tell me your favorite ship (and optionally, a ship you enjoy and think is underrated)! feel free to toss in any explanations for why you chose what you did. (: kinda long, but oh well – feel like it'll be fun.

i'll go first (so you can see the format) – listing seasons from the best imo, to the worst, and the episodes.

Seasons:

1. Season 3

Best episode: one day, one room (?)

Favorite episode: merry little christmas

Honorable mention(s): cane and able, words and deeds, family, needle in a haystack

Least favorite episode: que sera sera (?)

it was hard to pick the best bc i'm biased towards merry little christmas, but i don't know if it would be the best of the season exactly. as for que sera sera, nothing really wrong with it but honestly i had a hard time picking a least favorite too. great season – to me it's like the classic house season.

2. Season 5

Best: birthmarks

Favorite: under my skin

Honorable mention(s): the softer side, last resort, both sides now, painless

Least favorite: big baby (?)

i literally just barely remember big baby compared to the rest, i think, no matter how many times i see it. amazing season though, honestly so up there with s3 for me that it became a tough choice.

3. Season 6

Best: help me

Favorite: wilson

HM(s): the down low, broken (part 1 & 2), baggage, lockdown

Least favorite: epic fail, remorse (?)

help me is such an amazing episode, it always makes me cry. epic fail is extremely annoying tho and idk why, like after i watched it more than once or twice i started having a hard time rewatching it. and honestly every time i watch remorse i get pissed off on thirteen's behalf and it's just not a fun feeling. not a bad episode though. i know a lot of people don't like s6 but i love it.

4. Season 2

Best: euphoria (part 1 & 2)

Favorite: no reason

HM(s): skin deep, distractions, hunting, clueless

Least favorite: sleeping dogs lie

i recently rewatched euphoria and it's so fucking good i legitimately cried. sleeping dogs lie isn't a bad episode, it just is frustrating to watch for many reasons. another classic house season.

5. Season 4

Best: house's head/wilson's heart

Favorite: house's head/wilson's heart, 97 seconds

HM(s): mirror mirror, you don't want to know, frozen, living the dream

Least favorite: the right stuff

nothing really wrong with the least favorite – it was honestly a tough choice. also i couldn't pick a favorite, it was so tough. i honestly really like this season despite how short and different it is.

6. Season 1

Best: detox

Favorite: detox

HM(s): three stories, histories, control, mob rules

Least favorite: heavy, everybody lies (pilot)

the pilot being orange just makes me laugh the whole time so it's hard to watch, and chase's insane fatphobia in heavy is just disturbing, which is the only reason it's a least favorite. for the best i was torn between three stories and detox, but i think detox is better. s1 is ranked so low bc of general weirdness.

7. Season 8

Best: the c-word, everybody dies

Favorite: the c-word

HM(s): dead & buried, twenty vicodin, nobody's fault, post mortem

Least favorite: we need the eggs

we need the eggs isn't bad, the case is just ??? weird and kinda sad tbh idk. i haven't rewatched the c-word yet but i remember it fondly, so i couldn't really choose a best episode. is picking the finale kinda dumb? maybe, idk. i like a lot of episodes from season 8 surprisingly, like most of them, but it's so different from the previous seasons with cuddy absent and the late addition of two new main characters that it can't be any higher for me.

8. Season 7

Best: after hours

Favorite: after hours, out of the chute

HM(s): unwritten, bombshells, the dig, moving on, fall from grace

Least Favorite: two stories

god i really can't stand rewatching two stories. idk what it is but the fucking kids that house gets stuck with in the principal's office are so annoying ??? probably my least fave episode in all of house. but despite how s7 is at the bottom, it did have some great episodes. just wasn't my favorite season at all, especially as someone who isn't really into huddy.

Characters:

from favorite to least favorite of the main characters –

1. House (of course)

2. Wilson

3. Thirteen

4. Cuddy

5. Chase

6. Foreman

7. Kutner

8. Cameron

9. Amber

10. Taub

11. Park

12. Adams

13. Masters

favorite ship: hilson (house / wilson)

underrated ship: thirteen / cameron, or chase / foreman

Tags:

anybody that wants to participate! i know it's kind of long so no sweat if you don't want to do it. i'm also indecisive so i had trouble picking episodes lmao

#house md #hate crimes md #hilson #gregory house #james wilson #lisa cuddy #remy hadley #eric foreman #robert chase #allison cameron #house #tag game #house md tag game

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inkykeiji · 2 years ago

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you mentioned in ur ask to the anon about tomura being a drug addict. I know in ur stories they're all frequently high but I was gunna ask if they were addicts or bingers. like my dad was a binger but that was just his excuse like to me an addicts an addict, but I just wasnt sure to the extent of how often they use like every day or every few days and they have that one night they just get high off their ass more than usual. sorry I hope this made sense of my jumbled question/statement lmao

oh anon i love this question so much.

tw: drugs

so, to me, ‘addict’ = someone who needs [x] to function in some way shape or form. the way that they consume it, whether it’s methodical to keep from coming down/getting sick/becoming too lucid or it’s taken to deal with emotions when life gets Too Much—too hard to handle or face sober—which would necessitate more of a binge-like consumption, doesn’t matter to me. i agree with you 100%, an addict is an addict is an addict. if you need something to feel normal, to feel okay, to lean on as a crutch or to self-soothe, you’re an addict. if something bad or unpleasant happens, and your first instinct is to reach for drink/drugs, you’re an addict. i think there are levels of severity to addiction for sure, but if you’re dependent on it, you’re addicted.

to get to your question of how often my guys use, the answer varies depending on the iteration!! bmb dabi is so deep in addiction that he needs several pills a day just to feel okay and functional on a basic level; to not get sick. he barely gets a high from it, it’s literally to keep from getting ill, to feel normal. but bmb dabi’s addiction also has a mental component (like all addictions do!); even if he’s getting nothing more than wisps of a high, there is still something within his mind that says ‘if i take this pill, i will feel better, and everything will be okay, everything will be more manageable’ (this is taken directly from my own father’s addiction haha) even though the drug no longer provides that escapist euphoria. obviously, when he’s feeling like he really needs it, he’ll take a little extra as a treat, but this is how his addiction manifests for the most part.

bmb tomura does both; he uses to keep from getting sick, and then he uses on top of that to chase a high. bmb tomura also uses a wider variety of drugs than bmb dabi does, and he isn’t against using one drug to combat the comedown of another.

touya-nii isn’t as bad as bmb tomura, but he’s worse than bmb dabi. he loves his oxys, is often at least a little high, and he’ll often supplement a more intense high with coke, since cocaine withdrawals are mild in comparison to opioids. he needs to take a specific amount a day to feel normal, too, but he’s more likely to take a lil more than bmb dabi is just because he loves being high.

flawless tomura is kind of all over the place and comes the closest to binge user. his favourite is cocaine, and because of that he’s a little more inclined to go on binges than the others are. his reasons for binging vary, but he is absolutely reaching for that powder the moment something even mildly unpleasant happens, and that’s why i would consider him an addict as well.

tag!keigo is constantly chasing that high and increasing his intake accordingly as his tolerance rises.

minus flawless tomura, they all use everyday!

your question totally made sense, thank you for sending it in!! <3 i’m so sorry to hear your father was an addict as well. it fucking sucks, and we deserved better.

#a really interesting question!!!!#because i feel like it’s something that my fics kind of touch on but it’s subtle #and it’s kept subtle for a reason #because aside from tag kei their addiction isn’t ever the MAIN focus of the story #them being addicts is just a trait; just a part of who they are as characters #but also i headcanon dabi to be a coke head 100% LMAOOOOO #like in the manga and shit #but anyway!!!!!! i hope that made sense! <3 #it’s just something that lingers on the edges and in the background but obv we see so many of them reach for drugs when something unsavoury #happens #and flawless tomura’s drug use will be touched upon in part two!!!!!#i was actually just writing him on a bit of a binge today HAHAHA #i hope you’re having a lovely friday anon bb #i am sending you so so so much love #please stay safe and stay healthy <3 #inky.bb #clari gets mail #tw drugs

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squid--inc · 1 year ago

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a rant about tags and shit under cut; i do discuss/mention scars, arachnids, rape, and other triggers. specifically about triggers and tagging.

i really do think tagging things as what they are, and not as a triggerwarning would help in a lot of ways. for 1 it makes it easier to just block a few tags, instead of blocking every variation you can think of, and still having shit slip through (I'm aware of blavklisting words as a whole, but I have rape black listed which means grape, and other words I can't recall right now get blocked, as well as when a username has the word in it {i also have milf blacklisted, and there are soooooo many blogs with milf in the name} it blocks every single post by them, so I have no idea if the post itself contains the actual topics)

for 2 it means people who want to find x y or z will have an easier time finding things (sometimes people want scat positivity, sometimes people want to find arachnid posts, etc.)

and for 3 it means not being a dick about certain things. no one should feel shame about having scars, or discussing their gendet dys/euphoria, but sometimes those set people off in a bad way, so if they're having an extra bad night, and scrolling for cheering up means they want to avood a topic they could normally deal, or would have to deal with in a public space.

(yes, I used scars as an example in 1 and 2 because the concept of people needing to be able to handle seeing things that are inherently neutral, and should be neutral in public places {not tolerated, you don't get to pull shit about tolerating ways people exist when it comes to body parts and how they physically are} but it's fair to want to avoid things in the safety of your own home. I'm going to make a wildly disproportionate comparison here; if you get scared of spiders, it's not fair to kill them in public spaces, or act like a bitch when someone owns a pet spider, but you are allowed to not want them in your home, and either take them outside or {no matter how much I find it upsetting} squish them in your own home to feel safe. in a similar way, you are allowed to be triggered by scars or other visible marks/conditions of the body, and you are allowed to avoid those topics/pics online, you just don't get to be an asshole to those people, or ban them from real life.)

is there more nuance to be had here? yes. however it's late at night, i barely slept last night, and I just don't feel like it, so no this isn't going to be rebloggable, but if you want to discuss in the notes, feel free.

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lancedoncrimsonwings · 2 months ago

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Ok so like I am SO GLAD you tagged me I know it was just cause of the reblog but. I have SO MANY THOUGHTS ON THIS! (Fair warning, this will be one helluva ramble...)

I 100% believe Lancelot's Ash marks change depending on mood, not just glowing, and here's why;

I found this when looking up Lancelot du Lac lore for my fic;

"[Lancelot's] eyes were bright and smiling and full of delight as long as he was in a good mood, but when he was angry, they looked just like glowing coals and it seemed that drops of red blood stood out from his cheekbones."

I 100% believe this passage was the original inspiration for his Ash markings.

How interesting that these described marking appear when he's angry- and that he is so affected by anger in general that he can become completely frenzied by bloodlust during battle. We definitely see some of this more brutal side when he's battling in Cursed, he bares his teeth and snarls where normally he is fairly stoic, and is utterly brutal when he wants to be.

So, inital inspiration aside, what about his markings in the show?

The marks NOTICABLY darken at certain points- when he's talking to Gawain, Carden, there during Uther's meeting, Freeing Squirrel etc... they're suprisingly light when he's battling the Trinity, but he has just had seven shades of shit kicked out of him sooooo understandable.

There are many times where they're a light red and parts have faded, and other times where they're so dark they're basically black, and solid too. Just look at the difference in opacity and colour in these! ;

Now, yes, theres something to be said for different cameras/lighting affecting colour, at most points they seem fairly settled as a darkish red not black, and they're neither fully solid or really faded either.

Yet they also noticably extended when he is in great emotional distress, such as when we learn of his self-flagellation;

Compare the length on the top row to the last two on the bottom row, the ones where he is upset, they reach down to his jaw, vs stopping around the height of his lips. In the bottom left pic they are beginning to extend- as he is in distress, affected by both Nimue's magic storm and the fact he just accidentally killed a Red Paladin.

So I definitely think they canonically change with "mood" even if they don't always glow.

These changes are, at least in my eyes like you mentioned OP, to do with states of arousal; anger, fear, excitement, euphoria, lust, etc; in these states his powers may well be harder to contain, or it could just be acting as a visual mood ring much like how a boa imperator or crested gecko darkens in colour (fire up vs being fired down) when they are particularly active, hungry/actively hunting, or looking for a mate.

The idea of Lancelot's markings darkening to near black when he's horny lives in my head rent free ngl- just the idea of his markings visibly darkening when he looks at Gawain...

Ok, so they change colour and opacity. What about glowing?

On a slightly less spicy note and back to the original point, as you noticed, OP, the moment at which they glow in Cursed also happens to be when he is surrounded by fire;

The interesting theory you mentioned (and one very commonly accepted as a headcanon within the community) is the idea that Ash Folk could wield Fey Fire. It's SUCH a great theory- Ash is caused by Fire after all, the Fey Fire being rare and ancient, and the Ash Folk supposedly being extinct in Britannia for centuries, it works. The fire symbolism specificaly has been heavy around Lancelot. It's abundantly clear even if it wasn't Fey Fire that made his markings glow that Lancelot has some affinity for fire in general...

Where should I begin? With water? Or with fire...

Now as much as I feel the show seemed to be setting up Nimulot (which I'm all for) I also 100% ship Lancewain, and there was a very interesting connection made between Gawain and Lancelot. A possible reason as to why can be linked back to Fey Fire itself- Fey Fire is GREEN, and Lancelot is only ever shown with glowing RED marks, around normal fire. We know in real life adding copper sulphate or boric acid etc to normal fire can make it burn green. It would be very interesting if the Green Knight's influence on Lancelot allows him to unlock that magic, much like the reactant does the fire.

I'm sure many of us have some ideas on how to ahem ADD Lancelot to Gawain... and let's be fair. And orgasm is a massively high state of arousal soooooooooooooo sex magic sex magic sex magic ANYWAY

Other things of note;

Another unrelated (ish) along the powers/Fey heritage lines that I noticed is the fact that his lips often look far too pale and almost sickly;

Normal (left) vs Pale (right)

The sheer difference between these examples is staggering. They've put deliberate effort into making him look noticably worse whenever he is around Carden, and noticably better when he is in the woods or around Fey. (This isn't a hard and fast rule by any means, his lips paled whilst he was fighting Gawain- worst AFTER suppressing his accidental power- and seem more healthy whilst discussing the caravans with Carden as an example- though he was in the woods then.)

Still, it's enough to make a tenuous connection between nature/Fey and health, and church/humans and sickness.

Given that he also seems to limp at times, then his self flagellation may have been the least of his worries with the Church, if denying his Ash Folk heritage was having repercussions on his health...

(Though admittedly that latter idea could be down to Daniel Sharman breaking his ankle during filming)

It stands to reason that using and accepting his powers and Fey Heritage may make him healthier overall.

From everything I've seen, this is what I decided to include in my own story;

I have Lancelot unable to access Fey Fire (at least for now), but he and other Ash Folk in his childhood could wield fire.

I have his Ashfolk markings change with mood, and glow in the same situations that a Skyfolk's Fingers of Airimid may show.

I'm also toying with the idea of having his eyes change colour/glow when in pain, particularly angry, when using magic, or aroused.

Partially this last idea was inspired by the passage I initially included, as it describes his eyes glowing like coals, as well as Daniel Sharman's character in Teen Wolf, Issac;

Aaaaand partially inspired by his ability to camouflage his skin with leaves (and in the book, this extends to moss and stone as well- maybe bark too)

This (WIP) excerpt from an upcoming chapter I'm writing that brings it all together;

"...It was said the Ash Folk were the original founders of Fey Fire, that only they had the ability to summon and wield it." Gawain finished, watching the look of faint suprise- or was it shock that crossed the Fey's face? Lancelot guarded the look just as quickly as it had come, quiet for a moment, eyes calmly thoughtful. "From what I can recall, there were none alive that remembered the power our ancestors once held..." Lancelot said, still looking away, watching the fire now with a sudden intense focus. Before Gawain could speak again, he continued quickly; "But..." Lancelot stood, walked over to the flickering torch, then took a wavering breath. He outwardly seemed calm, but the hitch in that anticipatory inhale betrayed a sudden nervousness that hadn't seemed to be there moments ago. Lancelot locked eyes with him, fixing Gawain now with that unnervingly intense gaze, and Gawain could only gape in shock when they began to burn like the flickering flame he had just somehow summoned from the sconce into his hand. The fire in his eyes set his markings alight, glowing like crackling embers that dripped across his cheeks. The torch still burned, but the flame was lower, weaker now from what Lancelot had taken from it. Lancelot's still coppery eyes watched the flame in his palm, smiling lightly as if greeting an old friend. "Perhaps... there's some truth in it." Lancelot told him quietly. Gawain nodded, mutely, in awe as Lancelot flicked his wrist and the fire returned to the torch, which in turn burned back to its brightest self. Lancelot's eyes were steel blue once more as he strode back to sit beside Gawain again, though his markings had turned black as soot. Even his skin seemed healthier, like the fire had revitalised him somehow...

Internal Ashfolk Markings

The internal markings thing is SUCH a cool idea, with everything else we've seen so far in canon, there's every potential this could be a thing!

That image of Gawain and Lancelot is fuckin FIRE! If I may add; Lancelot's eyes also glowing, and his skin rapidly changing colour as he loses ahem "control" during sex, like when he accidentally chameleons his skin when Gawain hurts his hand and he touches the leaves...

And y,know, say if Gawain's Skyfolk Fingers of Airimid were to appear, they're like fern leaves right? Imagine Lancelot either accidentally or deliberately touching Gawain's skin and the vines creeping across Lancelot's skin too as Lancelot subconsciously mimics them. (Oh no, how embarrassing if that were to happen in front of someone in a less spicy scene...)

Your idea is awesome OP and I LOVE IT.

TLDR; I DEFINITELY think his Markings change and glow with states of arousal, there's enough evidence to suggest that his eyes would too, and his health may or may not be directly impacted by the repression of his emotions, heritage and potential magic.

If you read all this, you're a fuckin legend, but holy hell, sorry this ended up being a lot longer than I thought it would whoops!

Can we talk about how Lancelot's marks glow when he is near fire in the first episode?

So, i was rewatching Cursed on the netflix for the god know how many time, and i just tought like: "Oh i should try to pay a bit more of attention to the details this time, after all i'm writing a fanfic, this would help me a lot in the criative process." But then my eyes catch in the very first scene of the Weeping monk and i just notice his tear marks glow bright red when he is in the woods burning, killing the moon wings.

My mind absolutely stoped when i saw that. Cause what do you mean Lancelot's, marks glow and i never noticed that? What kind of incredibly effective and devilish wicked spell is that? Or perhaps that was just my ADHD working again... Anyways, i am just absolutely obsessed whit this.

OK, SO WHAT IF LANCELOT'S MARKS COULD GLOW WHIT MORE THAN JUST FIRE?

Any incredibly unlucky person who has the pleasure of knowing me know that i am absolutely hiperfocused in the Arthurian legends, but i still don't know how to deepens this hiperfixation since i didn't born in one of those countries where the Arthurian legends are part of their folklore. But one specific thing about Lancelot got in my mind, that is the fact that he cries a lot, but also doesn't know how to express himself properly, and then i just got this idea when i saw the marks glowing: "What if i could make this glowing marks thing a way of him expressing emotions since he is bad whit words and facial expressions?"

And that's exactly what am i going to do.

From now on, i have this headcanon that Lancelot's marks glow when he feels too strong emotions or feelings. For example: If he is too embarassed, along whit his blushing cheeks, his marks will glow slight pink too. And if he is too sad, his marks will glow in deep wine-color.

But what if i could go even further?

Hear me out in this one. The idea of Lancelots marks glow whit strong feeling and emotions is cool, right? But what if it went further?

I don't know how to explain, (actually i do but that's just cause i like how it sounds) but how about the idea of the Ashfolk having inner marks?

This might sound like a crazy idea or one of those you just have at 03:06 AM while is surviving on only coffee and refuses to sleep. BUT IT SOUNDS SO COOL IN MY MIND. Like, they have tear marks that possibly glow in the fire, but what if they also had inner marks in their lungs and heart that also can glow whit overwhelming feelings?

And that could also give and opening for a possible fire power, cause if they marks glow inside their bodys and react to the fire, who said they cannot actually procreate fire, more especificly fey fire?

I am probably going to be more obcene than i expected but, can you only imagine if Lancelot were having sex whit someone (i'd say Gawain but if you're a Nimulot shipper that fits too) and he is just so overwhelmed whit the pleasure and wonderful new sensations that his heart and lungs glow in pleasure while he archs his back and moan like a fucking wh0re gripping the bed sheets as if for his dear life? well i can, and it's absolutely marving.

And finally, conclusion.

My point is, i didn't notice it the first time i watched, but this is just a too good oportunity for head canons and roamtic fanfics promps to just let it pass.

My head canon is made, and is not just about him but the hole ashfolk. They have marks inside their bodies, in the lugs and heart, and the obvious ones in the face. And the marks glow whit strong or overwhelming feelings/emotions, or when they are near/surrounded by fire.

And just for the sake of it, the last part on the "What if i could go even further" topic was just cause i saw a reblogged post by @lancedoncrimsonwings of a suggestion of a fic called "Came a lot" of the weeping monk by @baezen, and i just tought it whoul fit in very well.

Hunted kisses for you❤️

#lancelot #the weeping monk #daniel sharman #cursed netflix #lancewain #cursed #ash folk #fey #lancelot du lac #arthurian literature #arthuriana #long post

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slut4mika · 2 years ago

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" 𝐢𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 "

➳ 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠. - 𝘧𝘵. 𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘮𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳

#TAGS!? - afab!fem! reader. praise. degradation. scissoring. use of strap-on. mommy kink. mentions of squirting. spitting. mentions of pussy jobs? mean! eren. sugar mommy! ymir. mentions of subby(ish)! connie.

#NOTE!? - hiii i hope u liked it i have not had a ton of motivation to write but i wanted to start writing again since i just moved from my old acc!!! <33

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

she is very sweet! she likes to give you kisses and massage the flesh of your ass and run her hands across your tummy (and you better believe this girl is into praise).

she is not a fan of teasing, she likes to please you and give you exactly what you want. why wouldn't she? you are her pretty girl.

she doesn’t talk very much but when she’s close you can tell, she just won’t shut up!!! she just wont stop telling you how good you are or how pretty you look, she’s just so needy for you, she needs you to know how badly she wants you.

she loves scissoring, she thinks that it is just such an intimate position - her grinding against your wet pussy while she kisses your calf and wipes your pleasured tears away.

+ “mikasa f-fuck..” you cry, thighs shaking as they try to press closed against mikasa's firm grip holding them open. she peppers kisses up your leg, whispering sweet nothings into your calf. “shh you look so pretty y/n, look so beautiful when you're like this” her eyes watch you closely, intently staring your face which was twisted in pleasure. but her gaze is interrupted by the back of your hand coming up the cover your face. her lips part as she brought a hand up to intertwine her fingers with yours covering your knitted eyebrows. she slowly moves your hand in hers and a smile spreads across her euphoric face. “dont hide your face from me love- sh-shit you’re so gorgeous, so perfect for me, crying under me like such a good girl”

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

he is such a dick. he likes to tease a lot, acting oblivious whenever you're clearly desperate for him just so you beg. he just enjoys making you use your words! nothing is sexier than a girl pleading him to fuck her.

he's into spit, he'll do it anywhere honestly slut. he loves to see your eyes look up at him in confused euphoria whenever you feel his saliva on your face, a small punishment for being such a whore and sucking his dick so easily. there's just something about the way your tongue lolls out to recieve his spit, and the way you never swallow until he says.

he's mean, he'll grab your face so you look him in the eye and tell him who you belong to. you act like a whore and he makes sure you know it. he just gets such a rush from the way your self respect absolutely declines just for him. if you couldn't tell, eren LOVES an obedient bitch.

although eren is mean, when he can tell you're getting close he can't help his sweet thoughts tumble out of his lips, even if its just telling you how good you feel or telling you what a good slut you are. he needs you to know that he is, after everything, yours.

+ "yeah? yeah, you fucking like that? dirty bitch letting me use your little pussy like this" he holds your thighs up to your head, not letting you break the his eye contact. your tongue lolls out at his filthy words and you clench around his cock, pistoning in and out your pretty cunt. "y-yeah shit you like that fucking slut i can feel you clenching around me so hard baby" your eyes are filled with lust and love and you can't help but feel a pang of euphoria in your chest. he just fucks you so well. "kiss me..." you beg as your hands grip his shirt, knuckles turning white, "want you to kiss me eren" your plead leaves him taken aback and his hips stutter for a moment before his lips crash against yours. he moans in your mouth, feeling your legs wrap around his waist and absolutely lost in your lips. you sob out, legs shaking and back arching against his chest. he doesn't pull away but instead buries his face into the crook of your neck. "slutty pussy feels so fucking amazing princess f-fuck. want me to fucking fill this dirty cunt up? wanna give me some pretty babies? yeah i'll make sure you never forget that you're mine"

𝐘𝐌𝐈𝐑

this woman LOVES when you use her. use her thigh, use her mouth, use her however you want. she's not lazy or subby (but maybe she could be 🤔) or anything - far from it - she just finds so much pleasure in seeing how desperately you want her.

she likes when you ride her in specific. ride her anywhere, on a strap or her thigh, she's pretty indifferent about making you feel good. her hands are always on your hips when you grind so prettily on her bouncing thigh. she doesn't say much, she'll just watch you fuck yourself with half lidded eyes and a smirk on her face.

she's not a fan of scissoring but she is obsessed with straps. she loves the control she has over having your face pressed into the mattress, fucked completely dumb on her cock. she'll hold your arms behind your back, groaning nothing but honey sweet words.

and while she might not be able to feel how your pussy feels around her, she is quite vocal. her moans just slip out of her so easily!!! how could they not when you look so cute gagging on her cock like that?

+ “fuck you look so good bouncing on my cock like that” ymir praises lowly, before tucking her bottom lip between her teeth. she watches you intently, dragging her silicone cock in and out of your pulsing walls. your hands quivered as you dug your nails into her broad shoulders. she hissed and her tight grip on your hips tightened. she cursed, trying to refrain from fucking up into you. poor baby just wanted to see you crying on her cock. “mommy please- mommy g-gonna cum!” you sob and your thighs press together, your hands on ymir’s chest as you jolt forward at the feeling of her hitting that sweet spot deep inside you. you continue riding her, ymir feeling your hip falter. "fuck yeah baby, c’mon if you squirt for me i’ll buy you that new prada bag you wanted so badly"

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

he is suchhh a tease. he loves giving you what you want, of course, but he just think you are so cute whimpering and begging him to just put it in. his favourite thing is running his cock up and down your wet folds, prodding the head at your entrance and watching the way your thighs start to shake and your eyes try their hardest not to roll back. its so adorable! (he gets too impatient tho so the teasing does not last long)

he is kind of subby tbh :( he gets so whiny when you ride him, he is so sensitive and the feeling of your pussy is so overwhelming that tears sometimes form in his eyes. he literally goes insane when you put your hands on his chest and tell him to just sit back and look pretty, his breath hitches and he can't help but let out sinful moans that are far louder than any sweet words you could whisper back.

he is so vocal, he loves to talk to you while he’s buried deep inside you. any moan that falls from your lips illicites a gritted “uh huh? yeah?” he simply cant help but let you know how good your cunt is, how slutty that face you make is, how he wants to make you all his - which maybe leads to a plethora of pussy drunk marriage proposals. its not his fault that he’ll say anything on his mind - he’s just so lost in your pussy!!!

+ "oh fuck baby yes" connie's hips thrusting upwards, trying to bury his already deep cock into your soaking pussy. he looked so good right now - his arm behind his lulling head, legs spread wide as he pushed your hips up and down. the desperate drag of his cock paired with his whiny grunts are almost too overwhelming, and your back arches while your head falls back. "mm fuck y'look so fucking sexy princess gonna make me cum 'f you keep doing that" he chuckles under his breath before his teeth clench at you grinding down on his dick. "connie feels so good" you cry, thighs shaking beside his as you continue to chase your oncoming orgasm. he tucks his lip between his teeth, hand coming to grip your waist. "s-shit you gonna cum? yeah? fuck yeah you are, squeezing me so hard, making me feel so fucking good baby wanna cum with you so bad c'mon cum for me"

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How to Dom Genshin Men 101

Summary - Tips, tricks, and the unofficial guide of how to dominate genshin men in bed. ( Not really- just tips and a quick sneak peak )

Pairings - Fem!Reader x Albedo / Diluc / Kaeya / Childe / Kazuha / Venti / Zhongli / Dainsleif / Scaramouche

Warnings - NSFW ( edging, overstimulation, penetration, pegging, foreplay, bondage, degradation, humiliation, dirty talk, fingering, heavy dom, punishment, cunnilingus, blowjob )

A/N - “How to dominate Genshin Woman,” is up next ;)

Mentions - @clouds-rambles I saw you wanted someone to tag you for a post with Kazuha or Venti content :) sorry if it was comfort you were looking for tho- ;-;

_-_-_-_

Kaeya needs to be told he will be fucked. That you’re going to throw him on the bed and have your way with him. With the blue headed cavalry captain, communication is the key to seducing him into your bidding. Kaeya naturally can be submissive, but he often prefers to take control, so you’ll have to keep firm with him.

Rub his thighs while you whisper into his ear all your dirty little plans. The contact will catch his attention, and he’ll grow hard at the thought of you taking control.

But be careful.

As much as Kaeya can be a bratty sub, he is equally teasing and capable of taking control again. You need to stick hard with your decision, and never falter into his words. Keep him on edge, control his orgasm, make him long for you.

“Y/n… please… I cant take it any longer.”

Kaeya in general is open to many things, so bondage and many kinks are open to him. Use them to keep him blinded in ecstasy and want, until all he can do is whine out your name.

Degrade him.

Play with his hair as he shakes for the orgasm, and pull at his locks when he tries to get off when you pull back. You need to remind him constantly that you’re in control, that he does your bidding and that your words are law.

_-_-_-_

The room was hot, sweat dripping down your neck as you loomed over Kaeya’s toned chest. But the warmth was hardly a bother with the view in front of view, whimpers and grunts escaping the man’s lips as he clenched the white silk bedsheets.

“Y/n,” he breathed, head crushed into the bedsheets by your hand that gripped his neck. You only squeezed his throat tighter, making him flinch and unable to speak. All he could do was try to meet your uneven pace and throw his hips up in an idle attempt to orgasm.

He should’ve known better.

Because you drew up when he was close, lifting your wet dripping pussy from the slick coated juices that covered his dick. Leaving his erect and overstimulated length throbbing as he cried out.

“I decide when you get to cum,” was your only reply, harsh and strict against his lustful desperate eyes. “I am the one in control of your needy little dick right now, so dont even try to find out what I’ll do if you do it without my permission.”

He could only nod, tears welling up in his eyes when you slammed back down on his dick. The obedient way he melted into you making you loosen the grip on his neck, slowly trailing your hand down his chest. Hand settling on his abs as you bounced on his dick, pace getting quicker.

“Cum you slut.”

His seed filled your hole, and his hands clenched into fists as the wave of pleasure washed over him. He curled his toes at the edge of the bed, knees and thighs shaking when you sank back down on his dick. He was reduced to a mewling mess, unable to form proper words.

“You didn’t think we were done did you?”

_-_-_-_

Quick Tip - Touch his chest, especially his nipples. He was his window exposed to the cold air after all~ its sensitive and the contact there with the one on his dick will have him trembling.

Diluc doesnt know how to be anything but dominant in his sex life. He’s unlikely ever had the chance to be at someones complete and utter mercy. In a way, he liked it like that, he likes control better than the unknown. But he trusts you, openly submitting himself to you when you ask. Cause thats all you have to do when it comes to Diluc, ask with a pouty face and a “pretty please?” And its yours.

Diluc probably got the idea that you’d be gentle with him because of your words. Maybe it was your soft expression, or just the way you patted his shoulder and told him he’d enjoy it, you promised.

But you were anything but gentle.

Actually, he’ll likely try to avoid looking at you directly because he might feel ashamed for looking so vulnerable. Scared that you might find him disgusting or revulsive in the state that he’s crying and begging for your touch.

With Diluc, praise him.

Tell him how good he’s doing, how hot he looks all wet and hard for you. Talking about what you’re going to do to him also turns him on, stroke his dick and whisper into his ear how you’ll be pounding it in your pussy.

“So g-good… dont stop… d-dont…”

“Magic word ‘Luc,” you whispered slyly into his ear.

“Please…” he whined almost immediately. “Please, please… p-please-”

But once you start, you’re in complete and utter control.

Unlike Kaeya, he wont be able to turn the tables on you if he feels like it. Being at someones mercy is so thrilling, and all he can do is think about how to make you tell him he’s doing good.

He’ll do everything you ask without hesitation.

A good boy just for you.

_-_-_-_

“Sensitive,” you remarked smoothly as the pads on your fingers rubbed Diluc’s cock. You were gentle, slow and torturous as you rubbed the tip and drank in the boy’s muffled gasps and cries.

Diluc was face down on the bed, hands grasping the pillow and just about shoving it in his face. His hips bucked everytime you touched his needy dick, toes digging into the blanket to support him in any kind of way.

You hovered over his quivering body, a smirk plastered over your face at the feeling of euphoria this gave you. Diluc was never a bottom, and it felt so good to know that it was you who was changing that.

‘He’s so cute being so submissive too…’

Ass up in the air as if begging you to suck his cock, to do anything instead of teasing him with your fingers. Adorable attempt, but if he wanted to be sucked off, he needed to vocally beg for it, plead and whine for your mouth.

You pressed another kiss against his neck, nipping at his tender red skin with your teeth. He struggled and whimpered when you didnt go any lower.

“You want something…?” You asked gently into his ear, holding back the grin when he nodded wildly.

“‘Ask for it.”’

He opened his mouth to say something, but was overcome with the sensation of your fingers sliding up and down his dick. The pillow didnt help, muffling his voice so you couldnt hear him either way. Feeling trapped, he could only thrust his hips into the strokes of your hand.

“Y/n…” he tried, stopping halfway. “I want you to… I n-need you to…”

So you helped him out a little bit.

Your hand quickly came to his neck, holding his face up above the pillow. It was grasped as if you’d choke him, but your touch was soft and gentle enough not to hurt him. “What was that?”

“Suck me…” he sputtered out, thighs trembling. “Please…”

You let go of his neck, instead trailing your body down. You left little kisses and love bites on the crevices of his back, noting how he arched his spine obediently. “Good boy,” you whispered when you got to his cock. You gave the tip a little kiss, “Good boy.”

_-_-_-_

Quick Tip - Get into a position with Diluc that’ll make it hard for him to escape your grip completely. He’s not used to this, so he’ll be really shifty and squirmy the entire time.

Albedo might be a little harder to go about, but it all comes down to how you phrase it. The poor boy is so obsessed with knowledge and discovering more that it really isnt that hard to persuade him with the right words. Tell him that you simply want to experiment body reactions, and that someone suggested a little something ‘different.’

Can I just start by saying that Albedo is probably one of the prettiest bottoms out there? Like the way his mouth opens to moan out your name, but then he chokes back on pleasure and now he’s just breathing really hard, eyes slitted.

During the entire process, he’ll be completely obedient to you and only you. Asking what to do so that the supposed experiment will work.

In general he’s pretty touch craved, so even just the simplest stray of your fingers along his thigh will get him hard.

“You’re… sure this is part of the experiment?”

“Absolutely. Something wrong?”

“No… I’ve just never done this before.”

Make him sit on your lap.

I don’t care if you’re shorter or taller than him. If you’re looking up or down to see his face, because either way its the best position to see his expressions. And the best thing about Albedo is his expressions.

You’re used to seeing his usual stoic demeanor and maybe even the slightest smile that he spares for you. But here, you get to see the pleasure that he cant hide, moaning your name and whining for more.

_-_-_-_

“Like t-this…?”

Your hand was on the soft skin of his back, fingers stroking the crevice of his spine and sending goosebumps up his spine. “Perfect,” you purred back, legs widening under the pressure of him above you.

You could tell Albedo was desperately trying to stay in control of his face, but his body reactions gave way to his actual feelings. Face slightly tinted as he screwed his eyes shut and delved into the feeling of being inside you. His thighs shook as you grasped his hips, slamming him in and out of your pussy mercilessly.

“Y/n…”

The way he moaned your name was just as satisfactory as his dick pounding into your walls. You stroked the sensitive skin of his sides, pinching and gripping his ass. It was tender in your hands, and you rubbed the flesh as you hoisted him up and down into your hole.

“You like that?” You asked into his ear, nibbling at the exposed hollow of his neck.

“The e-experiment?” He began, clearing his throat as if to give you a fully proper answer.

You thrust your hips to meet his.

“Its certainly- c-certainly… I…” He pressed his face into your shoulder, breathing hard as his thighs gave away and he fully submitted into you. Into the sensation of you pumping his length into yourself.

“Certainly what Bedo…?” You teased, satisfied with his unfinished answer. You didn’t want him to give you his hypothesis, you wanted him to tell you how good he felt, how he wanted you to fuck him harder.

One of your hands rose up to his face, harshly pushing off your shoulder. Your hand came to grip his neck, angling his face in just the ‘right’ position so you could view the ecstasy dimming his eyes. Mouth open while nothing but moans and whimpers escaped, head tilted to the side because he couldnt focus on anything but the feeling of you.

“Feels…. good…” he mumbled, hazy eyes threatening to roll to the back of his head.

Your hand on his neck tightened, and you pulled his head up higher so you could see the diamond like mark on his chest. Pressing a soft kiss to the symbol, he tensed, trying to handle the stimulation on both his dick and neck.

“Now thats the answer I wanted,” you simply said in response, thumb rubbing the sensitive spot on his collarbone.

_-_-_-_

Quick Tip - Bondage and toys are also okay with Albedo as long as its for ‘research’ purposes. Seeing his expressions when he’s overstimulated would be all the more better :3

Childe would never willingly submit himself to you, never willingly let himself be submissive when it comes to sex or… anything. As you know, he is a very competitive man, so its easier if you trick him into it. Its consensual of course, Childe would never back down to a challenge, so who’s to say you can’t win for once?

Tell him you’ll be the one fucking him when you get back home.

He will laugh and tell you he’d like to see you try, the smirk on his face telling you he plans to be the one pumping into you all night anyways.

But you slowly drive him crazy, occasionally brushing your fingers along his hip, up his thighs, ‘accidentally’ on his chest. Until his hard member is throbbing and needy, and he is easy to catch off guard when you make it back home.

He puts his stuff away, changing out of his dirty clothes. But you are prepared when he comes out in his boxers, the rope on his pull up bar undetected by him.

Yes, Childe has a pull up bar on his door, I swear thats canon-

Anyways, as he slowly paces towards you, lustful look in his eyes, you only smirk back. And its when you’ve pulled his hands into the waiting knot and pull the other two ends to secure the bindings, thats when he realizes he’s screwed up.

‘And yes I know Childe could probably break the pull up bar if he wanted to- shush shush.’

“Oh Childe… eating up your words now arent you?”

Tease him.

Degrade him and show him that you are in charge. That you are always in charge, that if you wanted, you could do anything to him. He is at your complete and utter mercy, and he can’t do anything about it.

Look him dead in the eye as the confidence fades from his face. As he can only acknowledge one thing, one thing only.

You’ve won.

_-_-_-_

“You’re holding up pretty well,” your fingers trailed alongside the side of his face, scanning his features. “Pretty determined arent we? Don’t worry, I’ll fix that up for you quick.”

“Go ahead and try,” was his only answer.

Your fingers gripped his dick firmly, positioning it over your pussy. “Oh I plan to,” you whispered sweetly in a promise. “I can’t wait to see you begging for me, your needy little dick at my complete and utter disposal.”

Before he could answer, you thrust your hips to meet his length, biting your bottom lip slightly. He was big, and a grunt left his lips as he thrust his dick up into your entrance. With a gasp, you grabbed his sides, pushing his ass into the door and flashing him a nasty stare.

“Don’t even try.”

With your hands restraining his body against the wooden door, he was left to deal with your terribly slow pace. As you slowly pumped his member in and out of your pussy, a torturous tempo that even had you yearning for more.

His face was worth it.

“Go faster…” he managed to get through his teeth, “You’re so damn slow-”

You pulled away from his member, letting it hang loose and dripping. Your hand still gripped it though, and with a long prolonged sigh, you looked up to give him a stern face. “Say that again and I’ll make sure you’ll stay stuck tied to the door, helpless and needy like the little whore you are.”

At this, his face scrunched in anger as he tried to pull away from the pull up bar. You pushed a hand to his chest, shoving him back into the door. Of course he wasnt used to being degraded and toyed around like this, but in his position, he needed to learn his place.

“So? What’ll it be?”

Stroking the tip of his cock hard in your hand, you watched as his resistance came to crumble, slow until you rubbed up and down his length. He closed his eyes ever so slightly, a whimper escaping his lips as he threw his head back against the door. You took a step closer, positioning his member right at the entrance of your pussy. You rubbed the tip of it against your clit, letting out a little whine out yourself.

“Fine…” you heard him mumble. “Please… Y/n, fuck me.”

You slowly pulled his cock closer against your hole, till only the tip was inside. “Louder.”

His eyes flashed open to give you a harsh glare, but nevertheless he had no choice but to beg. “Please,” he began, jerking when you pulled his cock into your pussy. So far that he hit his head against the wall in an act to hide his moan. “Oh god Y/n… just like that.” A whimper escaped his lips when you pumped in and out of him. “Dont stop… oh d-dont stop… fuck me… please.”

The slick sounds of squelches and Childe’s ass hitting the door filled the room. “Look at you,” you cooed, rubbing his cheek with your thumb as you looked at his half slitted eyes. “Looking so obedient now arent you? Who knew you were such a good little slut.”

Childe only mewled in response, knees threatening to give in as you thrust into his dick at a quicker pace. His thighs and legs were all but ready to give out, and it was the restraints on his wrists tying him to the pull up bar that kept him upright.

It wasnt till he was overstimulated and barely hanging onto the threads of consciousness when you spoke to him again. Untying the rope on the pull up bar and pulling him against you to bring him into the shower.

“Now now,” was what you whispered into his ear. “I want to hear it from you, who won?”

Your fingers treaded through his hair as he only managed to mumble back, “You.”

_-_-_-_

Quick Tip - Run. I’m not kidding, morning comes and Childe awakens with his strength back? Bro, get outta there before the mf decides to take revenge-

Kazuha is poetic and takes a gentle approach to intimacy with you. Straight out telling him you want to be in control might throw him off a bit, so its best to lure him into it. Kiss him and whisper loving words into his ear. Have him lose himself in your lips, your words, and he wont notice how you’re not not wearing clothing, and now you’re pegging him in the ass.

Like Diluc, Kazuha wants to be praised, hearing your loving words in his ear. He’s usually the poetic one, so how come you’re the one being so romantic and cute?

Whisper the haiku he read to you yesterday, and he’ll be down and ready for whatever you want.

Overall, Kazuha probably wont mind if you’re dominant in your sex life, considering that he just wants to be loved, and that the intercourse is something intimate between the two of you. Special.

“O-oh… that feels nice…”

Be aware that Kazuha has slightly heightened senses with smell and hearing, and has a general sensitivity along with his senses. So yes, he will moan a lot. Be prepared to hear his usual calm collected voice squeaking and whimpering which each thrust of your hips.

Take advantage of that, touch him, talk to him. Don’t be harsh with Kazuha though- no degradation, teasing is acceptable, but poetic verses and loving words will be his favourite.

_-_-_-_

Your hands were gentle against his hips, lifting his ass up and spreading his legs at just the right angle. Beneath you, he squirmed just a tad bit, face buried into the bedsheets as his stomach faced the bed, unable to look at you.

“You’re doing so good,” you whispered, your hands at his hips leading to his ass. You softly rubbed the flesh, squishing it in your hands and molding it to expose his needy little hole. He only mumbled something against the white silken sheets, muffled.

You drew your fingers up to your mouth, sucking on them to leave them slick and wet. Tender as you rubbed them against his hole, you slipped them in, slowly pumping in just to stretch him out. Under you, he began to clench the sheets, whimpering something and calling out your name.

Your harness was already tied around your hips and ass, ready as you positioned yourself over him, doggy style.

He jolted when even just the tip touched his tight little hole. You could see his hands shaking, face buried deeper into the mattress. You gently put a hand over his shaking one, pressing a kiss on the back of his neck. “Do you remember that Haiku you wrote me the other day?” You asked him, hoping to distract him for just a moment.

“Y-yeah…” he mumbled back, and you slowly slid the strap on farther down his ass. You felt him shiver against you, thighs trembling at the unknown feeling.

Stretching him out farther, he moaned when you got halfway through. “Mhm, me too.” Your thumb gently stroked the backside of his hand as he quivered beneath you. “It went something like this I think…” You slowly slid the strap on father down. “Sun and moon rejoice…”

He gasped, whining as you eventually did manage to shove it down his ass. His tight hole clenched at the unknown feeling, pleasurable waves rolling back at him.

“Birds of dawn sing songs anew,” you continued, beginning to thrust in and out at a gentle pace. You wished you could see the expressions he was making, the flushed look or the pleasurable one. You could imagine his eyes rolled back as he moaned into your thrusts.

You sped up.

He now tried to meet his ass along with your thrusts, trying to reach deeper and deeper until this unknown knot building up inside him would untie itself. It was uncomfortable, but it felt so good at the same time. Your words sent shivers down his spine.

“Far from home,” you stated at last. “With you.”

Kazuha hummed, clenching his bottom lip to swallow down the moans and whines. “You remembered,” was all he managed to mumble. Half pleasured, half in awe.

“Of course I did.”

Somehow, that made it all the more intimate, and Kazuha wished he could completely give himself to you. He loved you with all his heart, especially with how you made him feel so warm. So full, so happy.

You thrust faster, hands slowly drifting back to his hips so you could thrust his ass into the strap on. You could tell he was coming close with the volume of his moans, thighs shaking and hands raking up and down the beside.

“Y/n…” he cried. “Y-Y/n-”

_-_-_-_

Quick Tip - Kazuha can be really loud during sex, so make sure that if you’re anywhere public, or on the Crux, to somehow keep it on the quiet side- last thing you want is a grumpy Beidou. “I cOuld heAr yOu hOrny sHits all niGht.”

Venti is quite literally a bottom. Theres really not much convincing you have to do when it comes to actually getting him down on the bed and being in control. Actually, I have a feeling it would take more convincing to get him to be in control, mainly because he likes to be on the receiving end.

When it comes to Venti, despite his delicate small form, you can easily be rough with him. Degrade him and show him that compared to you, he’s nothing. All that Barbatos shit is nothing compared to you, your hand on his neck choking out all his noises and thrusting his dick into you.

Tie him up.

Or rather, do anything you’d like to him. Venti is by no means fragile. He wants you to be rough with him, push him till he thinks he’s gonna break.

But you’re gonna have to have some hella nice aftercare prepared afterwards.

“Worship me, your god.”

“Worship you? You are nothing but my slut in bed, now get down on your knees and ‘beg.’”

Overstimulate him. Make him keep count everytime he orgasms until he can’t remember anymore.

“How many times now…?”

“Too much… too m-much-”

Make him cry and cling onto you if you were his lifeline. Because you’re the only thing he can hold onto when you’re shoving his hips inside your pussy. You’re everything to him, he needs you.

It doesn’t take too long for Venti to actually submit himself fully to you, babbling incomprehensible words. Crying out your name, begging for you and agreeing with anything you say.

Venti can be extremely obedient.

_-_-_-_

You were enjoying the view.

Leaning back into the cushioned wooden chair, legs spread and wide as the smaller boy sat on your lap. He squirmed, hands tied in scratchy rope that kept his hands unavailable to him, leaving him bare and vulnerable to you. His chest was puffed out, nipples bright red as if begging to be sucked.

“Hurry up now,” you began, your unwavering eyes boring into his wide ones. “You were so confident before as well werent you? Telling me to worship you, Barbatos.” You just barely skimmed the skin of his back, up his neck and clenching the locks of hair. Pulling his hair back to get the full glory of his face, obedient for you. “All I see in front of me is a little slut.”

He grinds his throbbing member against you, needy while his lustful eyes peer at you through lidded lashes. “P-please…”

“Please what? Speak up.”

He fidgeted with his restrained hands, flashing a pouty look your way to see if it’d draw a reaction. It didnt. “Put my cock in your pussy,” he instead whimpered, moving his hips closer to your entrance.

You just leaned deeper against the chair, waving your hand to the side as if bored. “You want to bury your dick in my cunt? Go do it yourself then.” He glanced up, pleading eyes as he again pulled at the restraints on his arms. “Go on, I’m waiting.”

Whimpering, he tried to push his hips into you, his cock missing slightly and just pushing against your thighs. He felt so hot, the contrast of the cold air that tingled against his bare skin. His length throbbed and his chest pounded, your little touches igniting fireworks across his skin. “I ca-cant…” he sniffled, again thrusting his hips only to be meant with your thighs.

You stayed quiet.

Your stare only made his member harder, and he was now lost in the sensation of rutting his hips into your thighs. The stimulation felt good, but not good enough to get him off. No, he wanted your pussy, your calloused hands roughly holding his hips while you drove him into you. The need drove tears to his eyes, thighs shaking with anticipation as he continued pumping feverishly against you.

“You really cant do anything without me can you?” Was your harsh reply, hand positioning his cock right in front of your entrance. Venti only mewled in response, cut off by the sharp motion of your hands on his ass thrusting into your entrance. He was now panting, head leaning against your shoulder for support as you pumped him in and out relentlessly.

“Y/n!! Its.. mm, so g-good.”

“As it should be, your dick belongs to me.”

And he just nodded, letting you take full control of the pace as he laid there and moaned. He couldn’t even manage to push his hips along with your hands to chase his release. Just submitting all sensation to you and the feeling of your walls clenching around his length.

_-_-_-_

Quick Tip - Make him worship you, sit down on the chair and tell him to suck all your juices dry. Degrade and tell him he’s lucky to get any taste.

Zhongli is pretty open when it comes to trying new things when it comes too sex, considering that with how long he’s lived, its probably nothing new. Nevertheless, the best way to convince Zhongli to go along with whatever you’re saying is just telling him, “Let me make you feel good love.”

Zhongli won’t be fazed by what you decide to do, no matter how kinky or odd it might be, he has no doubt seen worse somewhere else.

You don’t have to worry about being gentle with him, and he won’t really be fazed if you decide to degrade him. Of course, it doesnt turn him on as much as whispering loving words in his ear does, but he wont object either.

Very obedient.

Zhongli knows what he’s getting into, and he never goes back on his word. He says he’ll do something? He will do it.

He’s the god of contracts after all-

“Ah… so tight, just for me?”

Touch his face.

Whether its having your hands around his neck, brushing your thumb over his soft cheeks, or giving him soft forehead kisses, he’ll love it. He wants to make eye contact with you during it, always. Even if you’re the one in control, he wants to have you in his sights as he moans out your name.

_-_-_-_

You were gentle at first.

Tightening the straps on your hips, you adjusted their positioning as you climbed on the bed. The silk sheets were soft against your knees, soft on your hands as you crawled overtop of the archon. He was laying flat on his back like you’d asked, hands resting against the sheets palms up as he stared up at you. Pensive, waiting.

You went to press a kiss to his lips, one hand at the back of his neck as you bit his bottom lip. Just like you’d asked, he didnt use either one of his hands to hold you or press you tighter against him. Just melted against the rough feel of your lips against his. When you were done, you lifted yourself up to get a good look at him, satisfied with his swollen lips and breathless gasps. You held your fingers to his mouth.

“Suck.”

He was compliant, taking your digits and swirling his tongue around in expertise. Coating them in a slick layer of wetness as you pull them out. You get more of a reaction out of him when you press your fingers against his hole, slowly sliding them in.

“Good, just like that.”

You delved in the sight of your fingers disappearing into the clenched hole of his ass. Sucking them in greedily and making a ‘pop’ when you pulled them out.

Taking a deep breath in, he hums into the sensation of your fingers slowly filling his ass. He isn’t impatient, instead letting you take slow torturous thrusts of your fingers in and out without complaint.

It all changes when you pull them out and align the tip of the silicon strap on to his hole.

Because you were being nice earlier, coaxing him with your gentle touches and peppering him with kisses. You knew he expected you to be kind, to handle him with care with each thrust. To say that you loved him and him to say the same.

Nothing wrong with surprises.

It must’ve been a nice surprise by the looks of it, because when you fully sheathed the strap on into his ass in one stroke, his back arched, a moan escaping his lips as he now clenched the sheets. Eyes wide and mouth wide and panting, you thrust in and out without mercy, watching the strap on disappear deeply into his ass before you pulled it all out and slammed it back into him. A pattern that had his eyes rolling back and mindless sounds escaping his lips.

Your hands, gripping both sides of his thighs, propped them up on either of your shoulder. Zhongli through his dazed eyes managed to give you one confused look before you pumped the strap on right back, and the angle had him crying out your name feverishly as he curled his toes. His walls clenched tightly around the silicon, the strap on reaching so far in his ass that all he could do was moan and cry for more.

“So pretty,” you commented, another hand stroking his hard neglected member. “Just for me.”

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Quick Tip - For someone new or someone who hasnt actually dominated anyone in bed before, Zhongli is a perfect first option. Will provide no judgement at all, and might actually help you out if you get nervous.

Dainsleif prefers to be in control, to have full superiority when fucking you. He doesn’t see any reason for you to suddenly act like the boss, after all he respects you and would never do anything to hurt you. However, if you give him a reason to force him into submission, he’ll put up a fight, but will eventually sink down for you.

Tease him.

Dominating Dainsleif is a one time thing, which means you have to take advantage of it with all you can. Drink in all of his expressions because believe me when I say you wont see them anywhere else.

Tell him this is ‘punishment.’

When he asks what he did, don’t answer. Just grab the hems of his jacket and throw him on the bed. Strip him bare and tell him that you could list all the things he did, but you want him to think about it instead.

And he does.

He’s always the one coming home to tell you he needs a good little fuck after work. And then you’re laying on the bed while he takes out his frustrations, and you know he doesnt mean to hurt you but-

“Say it again.”

“I’m… I’m s-sorry Y/n. Please do-dont touch… mm, don’t touch m-me there- ah!!!”

“Again.”

So you do the same with him, and he lays there and takes it like a good boy. Because he deserves the punishment, at least you’ve told him that much.

Degrade him.

Overstimulate him and don’t let him orgasm, keep edging him on like Kaeya and don't allow him to have even an ounce of the release he’s craving for. After all, this is punishment, you arent giving him any rewards.

Stroke him and bring him to his orgasm, only to pull away.

And while you edge him, whisper dirty little things in his ear. Of what you would’ve done if he wasn't being punished, how you wouldve made him feel so good. Till he was crying your name nonstop, till he couldn't walk the next morning.

Oof, better luck next time Dainsleif.

_-_-_-_

His hips bucked feverishly against your hand, the slick juices covering his dick making a squelching noise every time your palm slid up and down his length.

Dainsleif was panting, hands tied behind his back and knees tied to the bedposts as he laid there in all his vulnerability, His legs were spread wide and exposed, wet with precum just for you.

“Y/n… please…”

You weren't sure how many times you’d heard that sentence tonight, certainly too many. And even if it was his nth time that he’d reached his climax and you didn't let him orgasm, it didn't matter. This was punishment, he wasn't supposed to like it, he was supposed to lay there and take it.

“Shut up you slut, if I want to let your pathetic little cock cum, I’ll let you.” Your thumb rubbed the tip, eliciting a gasp from him. “And if I don’t, you’ll just have to put your big boy pants on and deal with it.”

You lowered your head till your face was in line with his growing erection. As if he could sense your plans, he twitched in your grip, groaning in want, in ‘need.’ Slowly, you pressed a kiss to the tip, letting him know exactly what you planned to do.

He squeaked out in shock, or rather, as high of a squeak as he could manage. His voice was still rather deep afterall.

“If I wasnt punishing you… maybe this wouldve been my pussy instead.”

But you didn’t stop, opening up your lips to slowly suck the head of his dick. Your other two hands strokes his sides, groping and feeling around his hard length.

“If you d-do it like that… I’ll… I’ll…”

Your mouth widened to swallow more of his dick, tongue swirling around the tip as you sunk deeper into his hips. He squirmed, legs trying to thrash around but held by the restraints on his knees. Moans and whispers escaped his lips as he tried to move his arms to no avail. He was coming close, he could feel the sensation grow from the pit of his stomach, member tingling and warm as you sucked him in.

He was so close… almost there… just a little more and-

You pulled away.

Licking your lips, your hand wiped away any stray liquid on your face.

“If I wasnt punishing you,” you began mockingly. “Maybe I would’ve let you cum.”

And Dainsleif was left to simply hit his head against the sheets, a groan of frustration escaping his lips as his throbbing member pulsed with need.

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Quick Tip - Blindfold him. He won’t know when or what you plan to do, and that makes it all the more arousing.

Scaramouche would never in hell allow you to top him, or anyone else for that matter. He is always in control, he is always thrusting into you as you sob for him, beg for him. Until he’s not. With Scaramouche, its simpler than you think, but it does involve the fact that you need to be strong. Physically, because Scaramouche without his hat and vision is basically useless :’)

Make him earn it.

Stay away from the short boy for a long time, tease him when you see him, and deny him any release when he wants to fuck you. He came back home from a tough day at work and wants to fuck you silly? You’re not there. He feels horny one night and tries to find you? Make yourself disappear.

He’ll grow needy.

And here ladies and gentleman, is where you strike. Because poor little Scaramouche needs you so much that he might even be willing to bow down and follow any of your commands so long as he gets a release.

And you better damn well take advantage of that.

Make him go on his two very own knees, make him ‘earn it.’ Earn the right to have you pleasure him.

“Lick my juices until thats the only thing you can taste, the only thing you’ll want to taste.”

“Yes… maam…”

“Louder.”

“Yes maam.”

“I said louder you whore.”

Degrade him, make him feel like nothing compared to you. Because just for this once, this moment, you can.

Convince him that he is nothing without you, that he needs you to survive.

And then after that, grab his hips and thrust his dick into you. Until he lost count of how many times he’s came. Till he’s hanging onto his consciousness by a thread and is fucked silly by you.

_-_-_-_

“Fucking slut.”

You leaned into the chair, watching as Scaramouche thrust into you again and again with the help of your two hands on his hips. Eyes dazed and clouded, he could no longer focus on the details. He didn’t notice how you degraded him, how it was basically you that guided his cock in and out of your pussy.

But he was gone, far too gone. Sensations around his body sent him on a rollercoaster, and his dick felt numb, the slightest tingle of heat climbing up his chest. He felt good, that was all that mattered in him dumbed up state.

Your hand came to caress the skin of cheek, a sickening laugh erupting from your lips as you focused on the way he stared at you. “I fucked you dumb didnt I?” You cooed, never stopping the motion of your other hand guiding him in and out of your pussy. “Fucked you so good that you cant even talk.”

He just hummed in response, lips breaking off into a moan.

“Good,” you whispered to him, pulling his head closer to rest against your shoulder. “Such a good boy for me.”

And then your hands were on his neck, squeezing slightly to alter the pitch of his moans as you lead his face down to yours. Till you pressed a kiss to his gentle lips, a once in a lifetime opportunity where you could take control of the kiss, of him. Licking his bottom lip and sliding your tongue in to rub against his. Lips parting to kiss, his dumbed out whimpers a musical melody in tune with the pace of your hands dragging his dick in and out of your overstimulated cunt.

_-_-_-_

Quick Tip - Uhm…? Run? Similarly to Childe, Scaramouche aint gonna react positively in the morning. Might discard your body for seeing him in that state. Jeez… what's up with the harbingers….

_-_-_-_

On a side note… after writing this, I kinda feel like I’ve discovered I have a choking kink… ;-;

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delvine · 3 years ago

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that damned party

author's note : hihihi i'm back i missed yall so muchhh. ok i hope you enjoy this. also, the vibe is kind of euphoria based but only in the way that there's a party and sum weed nothing more! enjoy!!!!

pairing : yuji itadori x fem!reader

warnings/tags : mention of alcohol, intoxcication, weed/blunt mention, pining friends to lovers

word count : 2.1K

college au

Yuji wasn't dismissive of feelings. He simply lets them happen. Better to let it all out than to keep it all in, whatever emotion it might be. Surprisingly good at advising those close to him, or even a stranger. You honestly couldn't tell if the boy was aware of how emotionally mature he could be at times. That was maybe one of the many reasons why you were now falling for the boy. Or - at least you just now realizing that you're catching feelings for him. You sprawled onto the bed, eyes on the ceiling. You thought back to that feeling. That very specific feeling you got when you first thought about him. The butterflies that seemed to pop up in your stomach one by one. The stupid stupid smile you had plastered on your face that had both Maki and Nobara look at you questionably. What the hell kind of moment were you thinking about?

You almost jumped out of the bed as you realized. That college party. That damned Halloween-themed college party.

Gojo Satoru came up with a splendid idea in the spirit of Halloween during September. He made a group chat of all the people he knew and invited him to his apartment complex that you were too afraid to guess the price of. That included you, since he knew you from Megumi who was friends with Nobara who was friends & roommates with you. But guess - oh guess who also was a friend of Megumi's and Nobara's. Yuji Itadori.

You had nothing against him, quite the opposite really. You two were good friends. He almost immediately considered you a part of the small group that was him, Megumi and Nobara. You have known each other for at least three years by now and made a dynamic duo, both in contrast and in complimenting one another. So, of course you didn't mind that he was invited too. You two were honestly joking about showing up to the party as every fictional duo in the book.

On the night itself, you decided to go for the classic. Picking up your little black dress, putting a few fake diamonds in your hair and real golds into your ears and around your neck and a very subtle blue headband and small tiara completed the look. 'Breakfast at Tifanny's' with a bit of Cinderella sprinkled in. Your glass slippers were just a pair of your black high heels. And with Maki as a pirate and Nobara with her look that she said was giving 'Cher from Clueless as a cowboy', you three walked into the apartment where it would all happen.

"Girls!!! C'mon in! You all came just in time, everyone was just about to get wasted. I'll be the honorary photographer of this night, but there's camera near the kitchen table, I think."

With a yell coming from the toilet and a following splashing sound, Gojo waved you goodbye. Entering the living room, you practically inhaled the mix of vodka, weed and...lavender? You shrugged the questionable smell off as you felt Nobara pulling your wrist, dragging you along. Seemed like she found Megumi, Yuji and Inumaki that were already there.

Greeting the three boys, you all got straight to drinking. Yuji handed you a red cup already filled with your name and a little heart beside written on it with a sharpie. You giggled at his bad handwriting and took a second glance at him to see if he was actually sober. The three of you toasted before downing your drinks. "TO THE HALLOWEEN SPIRIT!!!!"

To the Halloween spirit indeed. With 5 vodka shots maximum, you were already drunk out of your mind. You knew you were a lightweight, but you could still remember how you denied it wholly as you stumbled around the apartment asking multiple people if you were drunk and them being drunk as well gave their variants of answers.

The music seemed to sound more enjoyable as you slowly accepted the little amount of control you had when drunk. You wandered around, talking, screaming, singing and laughing with people you only knew the face and name of. You had vivid visions of singing 'Believer' by Imagine Dragons with Geto Suguru, the closest person within your reach when it came up and shortly cuddling with Choso as you saw him crying on the couch.

The majority of the time you stayed close to your friends. Going outside and running around from time to time and screaming as you all heard your favorite songs. It was fun. It was honestly really fun.

Before you knew it, the party seemed close to over. You were almost sober as you looked at how a small group of people were already starting to clean the place. You wanted to get up, but were gently held back. You leaned back into your seat and let your head slip and fall onto Yuji's shoulder.

"You want water?" he asked, getting the red cup filled with it for himself. You mumbled a yes that he could nearly hear and he passed the cup to you that you lazily drank up. Your head still leaning onto his shoulder, you felt how the ending was near. It made your heart hallow, but you were also very pleased.

"What even is love?"

Your head rose up from Yuji's shoulder as you thought about the question he just asked. "What do you mean?"

"It's just-" The boy tried to adjust his seat and as he decided to lie down, you followed his lead, laying down next to him on the couch. You soon realized you lied down in a way that he was now upside down to you, but you hardly cared. "I don't know. When I'm drunk, I become so sentimental and spout around 'I love you's' to almost everyone. But do I even know what love is?"

You looked at him as his eyes were onto the ceiling. You got back to your own thoughts soon, trying to give him an answer. "Love is not something you know, it's something you feel. It's something we all feel."

"Do you understand love?" he asked without skipping a bit. You dug into your own brain again, taking your time as you tried to find an answer. "I don't think so. It has mysterious ways. It can hit you, out of nowhere. And then it's all up to you and what you do with it."

"Damn." "Yeah."

"Love is a force to reckoned with, dude," Yuji said and you could hear the amounts of weed he had and you laughed hard at his statement, making sure to remember to quote that. His laughter joined in shortly after and you swore that when you heard him, you decided then and there that that was one of your favorite moments in your life. "I guess that's true. It makes people so stupid sometimes."

"Wait- But I'm stupid. Has love wrecked me already?!"

You giggled at the slight crisis your friend had and reassured him slightly.

"HEY! HIMBO AND BIMBO!! HELP US CLEAN UP ALREADY" Nobara lectured and you two got up and helped cleaning the place up.

You couldn't get that specific conversation with Yuji out of your head. How safe you felt, how easy it was to talk with him. It felt like you two were closer than ever, after three years of friendship. You convinced yourself it was just platonic appreciation. But even after that, you started craving more moments like that with him. You started falling for him.

"Though I love the drama and I almost shipped you with him since I first met you, I do not know what you want me to do about this."

You snorted at Nobara's comment, yet felt a bit stressed. She's right, these feelings are yours. Like you said to Yuji, it's up to you what to do with them. You distracted yourself from the confrontation with yourself by turning the conversation around.

"You don't find it weird? That I have a crush on him?"

"In a 'you're out of his league' way, yes." You covered your mouth from laughing and Nobara laughed out loud at your reaction. "I'm kidding!...kinda, but from what I can tell, he's good for you and you're good for him."

You smiled at that, never thinking you'd find a person like that. A person that got so close to you, your true you. A person where you'd feel completely free to be yourself. That was Yuji Itadori for you. You stretched your body on the small couch you laid on. "Fuck, I really like him."

"I know."

"Shit, I really like her."

"I know." Megumi seemed occupied with his work as he listened to his friend. Yuji danced around the room to the soft music coming from the speaker, phone in one hand and a blunt in the other. Fushiguro's eyes shifted to the pink haired boy as he scrolled through his library, trying to find the another song. "What are you going to do about it?"

"Dude, I don't even know if she likes me back. And if she doesn't, it's gonna fuck everything up and I don't want that!"

"And if she does?"

Yuji hummed at that before putting the blunt between his lips and inhaled. "Didn't think you'd be an optimist."

"I'm not! I am actually convinced you both like each other since that damn party - for you, maybe even longer - and are just dancing around each other like you're in fucking high school or some shit. I know that fear of rejection is something you're still dealing with and maybe she is as well, but we're one year away from graduating college. So please - for the sake of both of you - snap the fuck out of it and ask her out!"

Megumi knew too much about him. Yuji blew out the smoke as he stalked over to his best friend and hung himself over him. "Thanks, bro."

"Whatever. Just don't be too stoned when you do it."

A buzz of the phone, made Yuji look at it to read the notification. He giggled at it and soon burst out laughing. "Looks like she beat me to it."

"What?" The phone was passed onto Megumi as he read the text from you.

y/n <3 : yujiiiiii!!! hi !!! i was wondering if you wanna hang out tomorrow?? like my apartment or yours or maybe we can go grab something to eat or something??? idk lol

y/n <3 : ALSO PLS RESPOND OR YOU'RE DEAD TO ME

The dark haired boy smiled at the text and passed it onto Yuji. "It's that easy."

Every notification from then on made your heart skip, only to underwhelm when you realized it wasn't from him. You tried to distract yourself. Putting on music, cleaning your room, anything to quiet down any voice of insecurity. Both Maki and Nobara looked at you weirdly when you offered to vacuum and mop the floors.

And though you opened your phone every now and then to change songs or to simply scroll a bit on instagram, you never opened your messages. Seeing if he read it or seeing of he was online or offline would only send you of the edge.

You really wouldn’t know what Yuji’s respond could possibly be. You knew he was a sweet guy and dismissing your offer would most likely not happen. But what if he only saw the ‘hanging out’ as a platonic thing. Just two friends being friends. Then you turned around and wondered what would happen if he rejected you if you clarified that you meant it in a date way. You practically doomed yourself.

The small ‘ding’ that came from your phone petrified you and at the moment your intuition and anxiety strangely aligned. Not prepared to look, you brought the phone towards you and almost impulsively threw it away as you saw that it was in fact Yuji. You fought your flight reflex and opened the messages app to see his response.

yuji 💕 : of course i wanna hang out!! i think my apartment will be completely mine tomorrow so how about mine?

yuji 💕 : AND HI I RESPONDED PLS DONT LET ME BE DEAD TO YOU

You sighed in relief, but wondered if you should bring up the ‘date’ part right away and let it be. Romantic relationships blossom out of strong friendships, or at least the healthy ones. You realized that your sigh of relief lasted a bit too long as you left him on read. You quickly typed out.

you : okay great!!! then i’ll see you tomorrow, hot shot

You cringed at yourself as you read the text message again and almost wanted to delete it if Yuji wasn’t ahead of you.

yuji 💕 : c u tomorrow, baby

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peakyblindersxx · 4 years ago

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whiskey business - john shelby x reader (part 6 of ?)

gif by my queen @michaelgreys, i'm basically her fanblog now but im not mad about it :) i mean just look at him!!1! i almost fainted

a/n: first of all, if you stuck around to this point, tysm for reading!!! this has been one of the most amazing fics ive ever been a part of and it's all thanks to the gorgeous @stxdyblr-2k, who generously took control of the next few parts. her brain is beautiful and we all owe her flowers or something. when i read what she sent me i couldn't bring myself to change much except for some small edits, so pls give her lots of love if you like it!!!! i'm still working on requests as well :)

love, abi xxx

read part one two three four five | my masterlist

tagging: @datewithgianni, @mayaslifeinabox, @deepdonutkid, @springsoulofengland, @lilymurphy03

prompt: nothing this good can last forever. john doesn't know how to feel, and neither do you.

warnings: nsfw! a teensy bit of smut, angsty as fuck prepare yourselves accordingly, a lil fluff if u squint, yeah this fucked me up

Obviously, it wasn't the last time.

Over the coming months you had many last times; his mouth pressed against your neck said as much. As his responsibility at work increased, you'd find yourself heading to his office after your lectures and night classes more often, perched on his lap, smoking, while he finished up his numbers under your critical gaze.

Thomas was more than aware; his snarky comments made it obvious he had his ways of monitoring your actions. You'd seen the dark car lurking outside your rallies and lectures, and no matter how you'd try to throw him off, not even telling Ada where you were going and even, in a moment of desperation, through your neighbours back window, somehow, his silent shadow was still looming. He was practically begging you to make a mistake, to give everyone an easy out. You just couldn't give him the satisfaction. You knew Tommy saw the world as a chess board, always several moves ahead of his opponent. Even when you played him in chess club all those years ago, you could outflank him if you thought on your feet and kept him thinking he was winning until you obliterated him in the end game. It was brutal, sure. But as he told you, there were bigger games at play. You had your own. Thomas could read your mail, intercept your phone calls and have you followed, but he couldn't hear what you said out of earshot. Your lot could smell an interceptor in your ranks, so spying at that close of a proximity was out of the question.

That's why he'd decided to let you have John. You knew his silent approval and his constant management of the narrative meant he saw a tactical gain. There was only so much information he could get from Ada, but John? He just had to agitate him in the right way and all your secrets would come tumbling out. It was difficult hiding your world from John; of what he knew of, he was supportive, quizzing you over current affairs and political discourse, listening intently. Yet, you had to watch your mouth. You had to keep a barrier up and you knew John sensed the distance. Fundamentally, there was nothing either of you could do.

So here you were, in a comfortable limbo. Your days were filled with work, evenings were for lectures and reading groups at the city's university, Ada and you often stopped for a drink or three; you'd go by your flat to freshen up, and then to John's office. Sometimes, you wouldn't visit for a week or so when the guilt sent you over the edge, it was draining to be living so many lives and knowing you were betraying the person you loved most on earth. Ada was oblivious, taking you on her nightly adventures filled with men, dancing and waiting while she was busy kissing in dark corners. Sometimes a young blinder would ask if you wanted to be walked home. The first occurrence you thought was sweet, but as the nights it occurred coincided with nights John seemed extra pent up, you'd decided to ask. The boy, who couldn't be older than twelve but who you knew was trained in using firearms and had a revolver pinned to his hip and a razor in his cap, looked confused.

"Mate, it's not a tough question. Why do you come and ask?"

"There's a phone call." He shrugs, "Isaiah or Michael tells us to go and get you."

Isaiah and Michael were somewhat aware? Fucking hell. Your fling was basically a military campaign at this point, so many of your friends were complicit. The little lads who ran as messengers around Birmingham were complicit. You had to just end it.

But when you sat on his thigh, his chin hooked over your shoulder, it felt so worth it. He never turned you away when you came crawling back. He never mentioned it until after you were finished, hooked under his arm.

"Fucking missed you, gorgeous."

Sometimes he'd remind you not to be a stranger with a wink, but you could tell it was tearing him apart too. He never once came to you. That's how he could justify it in his mind; obviously, the bare minimum was not having sex with his sister's best friend, but in failing that, waiting for you to initiate it was somewhat better. He barely talked to Ada now, citing work as an excuse, but truly the guilt sickened him. He couldn't believe he was prepared to continuously hurt his little sister and betray her. But every time you turned up at his door, he couldn't find it in himself to turn you away. In his mind, every single time you came to visit him was the last time he'd let it happen, yet he was always waiting for you to come back, his blind closed to signal he was prepared. He never would call, it had to be your choice.

You'd been off and on for over five months now. It was so difficult to hide in plain sight, but you just couldn't stop yourself. Neither of you purposefully meant for this to be happen but fuck, was it fun.

For your birthday he'd gifted you a fur coat from the same shop his sister, aunt and the fashionable crowd of Birmingham had purchased theirs. He joked that you looked like a "proper razor chaser", kissing you when you pouted at his teasing, begging you to wear only the coat when you fucked him next. It was a practice for blinders to buy a coat for their wives and girlfriends as a status symbol. You were neither, but John claimed that being his "favourite lass" also counted.

John was a laugh, but you knew at any time he could close his door to you. Until he decided he couldn't be bothered with you, you weren't going to get caught. You just had to be careful until he got bored.

***

You did end up putting a foot wrong. It was a Thursday night; you were sitting on the edge of John's desk while he was ridding you of your blouse. It was past midnight, Birmingham was asleep. You almost didn't bother coming out tonight, but you knew John had lost a deal and you wanted to be there for him. Your skirt and stockings were strewn across the desk with his shirt, vest and waistcoat, muddled into the files and papers which were once neatly stacked.

His fingers were pumping in and out of you, his mouth lapping at your breast, your head tipped back in euphoria, groaning. The stress made him more affectionate and tender with you, and it was nights like these that made you wonder. Wonder if this could ever be something more, something real.

John's body suddenly pulled away from yours, quickly turning the light off.

"John, what-" You were cut off by John’s hand over your mouth, muffling your words.

"Shut up and get behind the desk." He hissed. "Someone's coming upstairs."

You quickly grabbed your clothes from the shiny oak surface and crouched, hiding yourself from view, quickly making yourself decent. You weren't going to get shot through the head with your tits out. You listened to the stairs creek, and it sounded like a group. You two were easily outnumbered. They were talking, but the thick panels of wood muffled their voices.

As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, the cracks in the door giving the room a dulled glow, you could make out the figure of John. He was free of his shirt, toned body on display, standing with his back flat to the wall, revolver produced from a discreet notch in the door frame, gaze fixed on where they'd enter. He was tense, ready. The door was unlocked from the outside, the door handle twisting.

John's lip shifted in confusion yet still he kept his trigger finger ready, not a single shake from your general.

The light flicked on and a shriek rang out. It was blinding, and you stood up slightly dazed. Finn was in the doorway, John next to him clutching his chest, panting and lowering the gun.

"Jesus Christ, Finn, can't you knock like a normal person? Scared the shit out of us." John bellowed, shaking as the adrenaline coursed through his body, resting his hands on the edge of the desk as he regained his breath.

"You're the one who pointed a gun at me! I didn't even know you were in 'ere!" Finn yelped.

The commotion had attracted the attention of Ada and Isaiah, who had come running and stopped in their tracks upon seeing you standing behind John's desk in the middle of the night. They weren't stupid. John was topless, your clothes obviously rumpled, both with matching tousled hair and practically stinking of guilt. You'd been caught red handed. Ada's eyes flicked between both you and John, and you could practically see the pieces of the puzzle clicking together in her mind, all the moments she found questionable since you'd returned suddenly making sense, realising she had been deceived by the two people who she was meant to trust most in life. Finn looked absolutely crushed, he'd never been able to conceal his emotions as well as his older brothers and sister, linking his fingers through Ada's, squeezing her hand.

"I forgot to drop this off earlier." Finn stated, holding up a money box, "Ada had keys so we thought we'd sneak in so I wouldn't get done by Tommy. We did call round yours, Y/N. We thought you were in bed."

"I'm sorry." You said. It was not enough but you just didn't know what else to say. You couldn't make it right, you'd really fucked up this time. Tears pricked at your eyes, as Ada examined you in silence.

John stepped in front of you defensively. "Look, Ada-"

"How long has this been going on?" She asked, her voice shaking with rage. You and John exchanged a glance. "I said, how fucking long?"

"Five months, six in a fortnight." He answered.

Isaiah whistled lowly. "That's fucked. I thought it was only a few times, that it'd finished."

"Never really over when it's John is it." Finn interjects, you glance to him, were you just one in a long string? You shouldn't be surprised but it was easy to pretend he may actually care about you.

"You've been fucking around for six months behind my back?" Ada yelped, Finn trying to comfort her but she pulled away from him. "And you fucking knew Iz."

"I'd expect this from you, yeah? Wouldn't put anything past you these days.." she sneered at John, "But you? You?! You're meant to be my best mate, but here you are sneaking about fucking my brother?"

"Ada-" you began, eyes welling with tears.

"I thought I could trust you. You're just another fucking razor chaser, aren't you?" She spits. "That's why you came back."

"No it wasn't, Ada-"

Her eyes flashed with anger, but this time John was on the receiving end. "You bought her that fucking coat ,didn't you? The fur one. You did! Fuck's sake!" Her fists were clenched, shoulders squared. For the first time in your life, you understood why crowds parted for Ada Shelby. Understood all the free drinks and cab rides, the nervous serving staff declaring your meal on the house (always acknowledged by Ada with a hefty tip), understood why the men of Birmingham didn't last long with her.

"Did it feel good to swan about town in that fucking coat, while acting as though you cared about me? It's so fucking embarrassing. All trussed up because my knobhead big brother makes you feel special? Thanks for rubbing it in my face."

"Ada, I love you. I never meant to hurt you, I got caught up and that's on me. It's my fault."

"You're not acting like you love me. This isn’t what love is, Y/N." She retorted.

You couldn’t do anything but nod. She was right.

John opened his mouth to speak, Ada silencing him, a scowl darkening her features.

"I don't care what you have to say. Any of you. Who else knows?"

"Thomas, Michael, Arthur-" John listed off slowly, each name prompting Ada to break down a little bit more in front of you.

"I didn't know Arthur knew." You said pointedly, John sending you an exasperated glance. He was planning on dealing with that later, but right now was about his sister. Fuck him if he thought you were going to stick around much longer. You didn't want to hear him justify everyone else knowing about your fling with your best friend being left completely in the dark.

"That all you have to say for yourself?" Ada snaps at you.

"I have fucking no defense, do I Ada? I should've walked away." You pushed your hair back, frustrated at yourself, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You begged yourself not to cry. Tears wouldn't help anything.

"Why didn't you?"

You didn't know. Your silence only riled her up.

"Why didn't you fucking walk away?" Ada yelled, slamming her hands on the desk.

You felt hot tears run down your face, quickly moving your hands to dab at your tears.

"Don't you dare fucking cry. After all you've done, you don't get to cry in front of me." Ada growled at you, John going to shush her, obviously wanting to comfort you. "You can all fuck off. You've all lied to me and gone behind my back. Fuck’s sake, you could've just told me. You could've just told me."

"We didn't want to hurt you." John said, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder but she flinches away.

"This hurts so much more. You get that you all lying to me is so much worse, don't you?"

"We weren't thinking."

"You really fucking weren't." Ada laughs bitterly, shaking her head, blinking away tears. "Fuck you lot."

She stormed out, tailed by Finn, begging her to slow down and talk to him, protesting his innocence in the situation. Isaiah hesitated in the doorway, his eyes flickering between you and John.

"I had no idea you two've been at it for so long."

"Iz, fuck off yeah? I've had enough today." John shot back, sliding across the desk towards you. "You alright, lass?"

"We're done here, John."

He slid off the table, his hand cupping your face, "Hey, gorgeous, I get it but don't go breaking my heart tonight. Can we just leave this for tomorrow? Sleep on it."

The idea of getting any sleep at all tonight was laughable, you'd be up all night replaying these moments and torturing yourself. Tonight couldn't get any worse so you had to finally end it. Now was the right time.

"John, it should've never happened."

"But it did."

"I don't want to talk about this anymore. It's over."

"Y/N. You know for me it was never just about-"

"You're making it difficult. Stop making it difficult. Whatever you say isn't going to change that right now we have to do the right thing."

"I know you're right, but I don't want to let go. Is it so wrong to want you? I adore you, you know that."

You wouldn't meet his eyes. Sighing, John pressed his forehead to the side of your head, chin brushing your shoulder, eyes closing. He was begging you to stay with him. There had to be a solution, you'd figure it out together. His voice was cracking, eyes glassy. He looked so much younger when he was pleading. The tall bloke who terrorised the Midlands with his razor rimmed cap, a revolver in his hand, and a ruthless trigger finger had vanished. You wanted to stay, burning to curl up with him and for him to kiss it better.

"I should go." You told him. He rested his forehead on your shoulder, letting out a shaky sigh before pulling away, nodding.

"I'd drive you home but obviously-"

"Obviously."

John suddenly turned from you, eyes narrowing at Isaiah who was still hovering at the door. "Thought I told you to fuck off. Make yourself useful and get Y/N home safely." His tone was ice cold once again.

Isaiah nodded, offering his arm to you. You reached the door and instinctively looked back at John. His eyes met yours, staring at you from his desk, just as you knew he would. He prepared himself to watch you leave every night, but this time was different. That was it with you two.

Isaiah strode down the street with you in silence. You were tucked into his side as was customary with the upcoming blinders who were particularly ambitious, but there was no relaxed chat.

"Isaiah. What’re you thinking?" You asked, voice tinged with nervousness.

He sighed, running his free hand across his jaw, "That was intense in there."

"Just how he is." You shrugged.

"Does he love you or sommet?"

"Fuck knows… does it matter?"

"Of course it does. Do you love him?"

"Drop it. None of that matters, it shouldn't have happened in the first place so it can’t," You snapped, the anger at the situation you'd created suddenly overwhelming.

Isaiah whistled, raising his brow at your obvious turmoil. "You're in fucking deeper than you want to admit."

He walked you up your path, watching you turn the key to the side door leading to your bedsit. You paused, turning to him.

"Iz… I don't know what to do next."

It was so dark, you could see his face only by the lit cigarette burning to embers between his fingers. He inhaled deeply, pausing before delivering his carefully laid out plan of avoidance. Obviously the event of him crossing the Shelbys and losing their good graces weighed heavily on his mind. You nodded, listening intently, noting his ideas of relocation but he explained they were a final resort. The best thing to do was try to regain their trust; in the long run, he had calculated, it was the only option that didn't result in your life being haunted by the Shelbys. Even if they left you alone, their enemies would make a point to go after you, seeing you as an easy target. The other option was to leave the country.

"Good luck, Y/N. I mean it." He muttered as you turned the handle to the temporary safety of your home. You nodded, offering you cheek for the polite good night kiss you'd become accustomed to. He rolled his eyes and obliged, pressing an affectionate kiss to your cheek and ruffling your hair. "I'm serious. Watch your back."

***

John broke down when he finally heard the lock click shut. His eyes had been prickling with boiling tears, his jaw tensed to hold them back. He yelled out in anger, flipping his desk with force, a loud crash as the wood splintered against the stone flooring, glass shattering from the photo frames. His hands went to his head, unable to stop the gasping breaths escaping from his trembling lips, his face reddening.

"Fuck’s sake." He growled. He'd fucked everything up. He had nothing, just as he'd told you the first night you returned. The consequence was no surprise, he'd anticipated the fall out for a while, but he couldn't resist you. He was completely guilty and had no defense; his only justification being that you made him think with his cock, not his brain.

Fuck’s sake. Polly was going to murder him. She'd always had a soft spot for Ada, as the only girl in the family, and was no stranger to lecturing him over his flirtatious behaviour around Ada's friends. She'd murder him. He had a half mind to never go home. He rubbed at his eyes with his knuckles. Polly had no use for tears. That's what she'd tell him when he was a boy coming home with a skinned knee. This was far worse.

He was also sure that he was a worse brother than Tommy, perhaps the worst in the world. His baby sister, who he'd helped to toddle, carry proudly on his shoulders after school and race with her on his back through the fields on the outskirts of Small Heath, had walked in on him obviously in the midst of fucking her best mate. If he had swallowed his pride and actually talked to her, he wouldn't be in this mess. He could've told her that things changed, that for the same reasons Ada loved Y/N he had fallen for her, that he was truly sorry but she had to know before it got too far and someone got hurt. He couldn't go back.

He should've never approached you that night.

He should never approach you again.

He looked over the mess of his office, the splintered wood and shards of glass, a confetti of paperwork. Now nothing mattered. None of this mattered. He'd lost everything and he had only himself to blame.

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just-a-poor-boy-queen · 2 years ago

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While I love Mercury and Me, I do think there are parts in it that aren’t completely accurate. Perhaps Jim didn’t remember certain things exactly as they happened or his co-writer embellished them. There’s an anecdote of their trip to Japan and Jim writes how one night he, Freddie and Joe all opted for Western meals instead of the local cuisine and dined on steak. But Joe was a vegan 🤷🏻‍♀️ I don’t hold this against him though. I don’t hold this idea that any degree of fabrication turns a story from nonfiction to fiction. Our memories are unreliable and we have to remember that memories are shaped by perspective. So just because someone writes something that others disagree with, it doesn’t mean it’s a lie, it’s just what they believe happened. Someone may have a distorted view or perspective on an event that someone else views different. Just my opinion though.

I have to admit anon, I am not sure of your intentions behind sending this. Maybe it’s a random thought you had when you saw my post about Mercury and Me, or it is some sort of a ‘gotcha’ for my very strong feelings about Rudi’s book and its comparison to Mercury and Me.

If it’s the latter, then I’ll request you to go back and read those posts again, and look at my tags. I explicitly mention that intentionally lying about something is not the same as misremembering. You’ve given one instance of a factual information being incorrect in Mercury and Me, I can give you another. Jim was also incorrect about the order of performances at Live Aid.

Even if you didn’t send the ask to accuse me or anything, I’ll just elaborate on this point anyway. As you can see, errors such as those that occur in Mercury and Me are harmless. There’s no fallout from them, and no harmful misinterpretation. The reason why I am skeptical to believe anything that comes out of Rudi’s mouth is because he has said things that have very harmful implications. Through his sensationalist bullshit, he has implied that Freddie knowingly passed on the risk of HIV/AIDS to Barbara by having unprotected sex with her in 1987/1988 when Freddie was aware of his AIDS diagnosis. When asked to clarify, he said that he “doesn’t want to create drama”. This was quite recent (last couple of years), and it furthers the stereotype that gay men were ‘reckless’ even after their diagnosis and knowingly passed on the disease. I, myself, have seen so many people say this of Freddie as well. In 2021, mind you.

This is literally just one instance but it shows the contrast between the two individuals quite clearly. This is not a “distorted view or perspective of an event”. It was a clear and detailed, not to mention false insight into what Rudi said happened, and it’s very, very different from implying that a vegan had steak.

It’s also not a case of simple disagreement. It’s about not taking what a habitual liar says at face value. He has tainted his own credibility and that is on him, not me. I was swept away in the euphoria of having a new piece of information about Jimercury as well, initially. But I realised that I do not actually trust Rudi, at all.

I know a lot of you will not see it that way. I have seen a lot of arguments about it, which frankly, do not make any sense to me. But you do you, I guess. Just don’t be surprised when you’re met with raised eyebrows when you cite your source as Rudi Dolezal.

#asks #i may have an inkling on who has sent this but oh well it goes for everyone who thinks this way #if at all that was your intention anon #if it was just a random ask I apologise for the essay but i had to say it sooner or later #freddie mercury

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ibelongtowrath · 4 years ago

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I wonder how Mammon would react to a female MC squirting for the first time. like he's fucking her/pleasuring her so good that he gets them squirt.

Ooh, I had to write a little drabble for this! Hope you like! Tags/warnings: 18+/NSFW finger fucking, oral sex, mentions of female anatomy, squirting.

“Come on, baby girl, spread ya legs for me,” Mammon purrs into your neck.

Alternating soft kisses with hard bites peppered along your shoulder, a trail of reddened love bites coupled with small indentations of sharp teeth are scattered across the expanse of your bare skin like the stars that dot the Devildom sky. Your teeth bite into your bottom lip, stifling a low moan as your head drops back, hair dusting the hood of his display car atop the stairs.

“Mmm...come on, Mammon,” you chide the demon with a sigh, bringing your head back forward to look at him. “It’s getting late. We have classes tomorrow.”

“And here ya are, sitting on the hood of my car naked,” he retorts, biting harder into your skin.

“Ah- fuck! That’s because we just took a shower, to get ready for bed, and you carried me up here-”

“Are you complainin’, baby girl?”

“N-no,” you stammer your reply, pressing your thighs together as your arousal skyrockets, heart thrumming with desire.

Mammon grins up at you as your eyes meet his, sapphire blue glinting with accents of gold and mischief, holding your gaze steady for a few moments.

“Open yourself to me, baby girl, I wanna see that pretty pussy absolutely glistenin’ just for me,” Mammon pleads with a wink.

Within seconds, you feel yourself relenting as your heart swells in your chest, shoulders dropping as the tension melts. Leaning back, grimacing slightly at the feel of the cool metal kissing your skin, your legs lift into the air. Mammon’s smile stretches wide, his breath hitching at the sight of your excitement shining in the low, hazy lights of his bedroom. Carnal desire

“So wet for me already, doll,” he coos.

The smile doesn’t leave his face, nor his eyes yours, as he lowers himself to your breasts. Your breath catches in your throat as he places a gentle kiss on each nipple that hardens under his touch, the warmth of his breath on the sensitive buds adding a delicious sensation, shivering beneath him.

“Tell ya what,” Mammon coos, sucking a nipple into his mouth and smirking at the soft groan that escapes you. “I’ll just give ya a little somethin’ to help ya fall asleep. How’s that sound?”

The demon leaves you no time to answer, the question rhetorical as he slides a hand between your legs, rubbing circles around your clit.

“Ah- damn it, Mammon,” you gasp. “You know I can’t resist-”

The words are interrupted by another breathy gasp as he slides two fingers into your tight, wet core, causing your back to arch. Mammon smirks at your reaction, his digit dancing circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves, now swollen, practically aching with need as he pumps his fingers into you; he curls them with a skillful flick of his wrist in each thrust, pushing up and pressing against your walls until he knows he’s found that spot. Your hands desperately try to grip the metal beneath you, wishing you could dig your nails into something, anything, another wanton moan falling from your lips and taking his name with it.

“Mammon! Mph-”

“Keep singin’ so sweetly for me, baby girl,” Mammon husks, a low rumble vibrating in his chest at the feel of you on his fingers. “You’re so wet for me, you’re drippin’ all down my hand. I think I need to clean ya up.”

The demon drops to his knees slowly, a closed-mouth smirk tugging the corner of his lips up, those beautiful azure blue eyes painted with swirls of gold shining with desire and deviltry at what he is about to do to you. His nails find purchase on your thigh, as do his lips, placing small nips and kisses in a sultry trail up and into the soft, fleshy skin, methodically making his way towards your wet heat.

Using his tongue to part your lips, Mammon swirls it around your clit before sucking on it, eliciting a lewd cry of pleasure from deep in your throat, savoring the delicious sound of it ringing out across the otherwise still silence of his bedroom, save for the dull echo of his television playing a Devildrom drama at low volume on the first floor. He continues his ministrations, sliding a third finger into you, alternating between flicks of his tongue and sucking your clit into his mouth, lapping at your abundant wetness in between. Your slick coats his lips, and he moans against your skin.

“You taste like fuckin’ candy, baby girl,” the demon breathes, hungering for more. “I wanna taste all of ya.”

Legs shaking, your nails dig into your palms. Instinctively, you roll your hips towards Mammon’s face, increasing the pressure of his fingers and his tongue working in sinful tandem. Fuck. All of you desires all of him, when just moments ago you were ready to go to bed. A book bag filled to the brim with notes and Devildom tomes meant to be studied fall to the wayside, the thought of exam week the farthest thing from both of your minds.

Wanton moans full of desire escape you with every pump of his fingers, the way he flicks his tongue at your clit; Mammon can’t help himself as he, too, moans against your deliciously warm skin. A slight rumble emanates from deep within his chest, purrs of contentment at being able to please his human quickly turn into deep vibrations, pulling away from your hips to let out a growl as your hand reaches for your breast, back arching, rolling a nipple between your fingers. Every nerve ending on your skin feels electrified, lust and want and pure need occupying all parts of your mind and your body.

“Mammon-”

The sound of his name falling from your lips causes Mammon to growl again, louder this time, the sound deep and primal and animalistic in its timbre. He doubles his efforts, pumping into you harder, pressing into that sweet, sensitive spot.

“Come on, baby girl, keep singin’ for me,” he breathes, barely able to control his own voice.

As Mammon presses against your sweet spot, curling his fingers up towards your belly, an unfamiliar sensation takes over. You suddenly feel an uncomfortable urge, and your eyes fly open, your hand falling from your breast as you grip the sides of the metal hood.

“W-wait, Mammon-”

The pleas are cut off by lewd gasps in tempo with each of his movements and your breaths, growing in pitch with each consecutive sound. Your walls tighten around Mammon’s fingers, release imminent, and he grins, grazing his teeth lightly across the sensitive bundle of nerves. The strange pressure slowly begins to build, coupled with the buildup of your orgasm, and the sensations are nearly too much to bear, digging your nails into the palm of your hand.

“Cum for me, baby girl,” Mammon instructs, unrelenting in the movements of his fingers.

The embers of your release flare to life as if on cue, your head dropping back as your hand flies to your hair, raking your fingers through the soft strands. Waves of pleasure shudder throughout your body, traveling up your spine, heart pumping feelings of bliss and euphoria to every cell in your body, back arching and writhing. The tension in your belly snaps as suddenly, a gush erupts from between your legs in droplets that rain down your thighs, rivulets of pleasure pooling beneath your legs onto the hood of his car as you scream his name.

“Look at that, baby, ya made a mess of yourself all over my car.”

Mammon chuckles, wiping his face with the hem of his white tank top. His grin grows wider as he watches you clap a hand over your mouth in realization and the way you sit up frantically, eyes widened and a furious heat rising in your cheeks.

“D-did I just... squirt?!” you squeak the words as you pull your hand from your mouth, looking down at the puddle between your legs.

“You did, baby girl, and it was fuckin’ delicious,” Mammon purrs, “and I ain’t gonna waste a single drop.” The grin remains as his eyes stay on yours; he lowers his head back down between your legs, never taking his gaze from you as he begins to lap at the sweet, clear fluid of your excitement.

“And, well, shit... I think I’m gonna make ya do it again and again, but this time on my bed... I want ya to soak the sheets, baby, until your legs are shakin’ and you’re beggin’ me to stop.”

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house-of-slayterr · 3 years ago

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Hello self-claimed friend! Another though came to mind... What if y/n had a friend like Elliot from Euphoria? Cause I feel like Mags might pass out when she discovers them doing drugs together.

Maggie:

Also in Euphoria Elliot (kinda, I mean...) ruined Rue and Jules's relationship, so I feel like Maggie might get bad vibes. I can see her being on edge with the new possible home wrecker. This new character might get in the way of bringing mommy and daddy together 😆 (I'm sorry idk why this is kinda funny to me)

Euphoria in Dystopia:

So sorry this took so long love, I've been in and out of the hospital. But I think this is a devilish idea! I chose to change the name a bit because why not.

Tags: @howl-fantasies @keffirinne

TW: Drug use, I do not condone the glorification of said actions, but I do not condemn the people trapped in its cycle. Please reach out for help if you're struggling, your life is worth it.

Y/N POV:

I was on another inevitable path to self-destruction. It felt nice every once in a while to assure my own demise instead of someone else's. I sharpened my blades with reckless abandon as I let my thoughts carry me far away from this bleak reality. Victor broke my trust, and now I was going to break him into a bunch of minuscule pieces and feed him to the rats.

I'd sent Maggie to the store to get some supplies, I was sure she'd be out the whole day. It wouldn't be easy for someone like her to navigate the streets of the narrows alone. But I knew she could handle herself, she'd just be on a wild goose chase for a while. Long enough for me to make up my mind without her pesky interface. I swore sometimes that girl didn't have a menacing bone in her body. How could she be so open to forgiveness at a time like this? Why was she so attainment on making me forgive that traitor?

I'd have his head on a stake before I let him crawl back into my life. That was one thing Carmine taught me well, better than my own father did. Yet little miss goodie two shoes remained adamant that I get back together with my lying scheming husband. Sometimes I hated her for her optimism.

I glared at my phone as it rang from across the room. When the jingle started over I knew I couldn't escape the call.

"Hello." I breathed down the line, an heir of exhaustion hanging from my voice.

"Ciao mio vecchio amico!" a voice I hadn't heard in a long time spoke.

"Elios?"

"How's my Belladonna doing?"

"What do you want?" "Well, that's no way to greet a friend, open the door, I come bearing gifts."

I cocked my gun, checking the peephole to ensure it was really him. I unlocked the door and pulled him inside.

"Woah, what's with the hostility Amour Mio? Vickey really got you that bent out of shape?"

"Don't mention his name!" I seethed.

"Got it, I won't mention Voldermort again."

"I hate that I understand your childish reference."

"Yeah, but you love me though. Besides, I brought the foodstuff. The best way to forget an Ex, is to forget everything."

I smiled at him, the kind of smile that would make most people uncomfortable. But Elios excepted it with open arms. He always did, excepted every part of me. It was intoxicating being loved by him in such an unconditional way. Though not always romantic, it was appreciated.

An hour later we were reminiscing on old times, so coked out and cross faded, I was surprised I could even think in full sentences. It had been a long time since I'd been on anything harder than top-shelf liquor from Carmine's stash. I missed feeling like this, not having a care in the world, feeling safe, not on guard. But this moment wouldn't last forever.

I heard the key to the door turn, but I didn't bother to arm myself. Elios gave me a weird look.

"Since when did you become less jumpy? Not so trigger happy now are we sweetheart?"

I rolled my eye, shoving his face back into the couch. I watched as Maggie strolled in. Her eyes were on the floor as she greeted me.

"I got the stuff you asked for. I don't think I want to know what you're gone use... any, of this for. Don't you already have enough knives-"

She finally glanced up, seeing the dishevelled state of the apartment, of me.

"Who's this?" Her voice was cold, calculated.

"The names Elios Sweetness, what's yours?" He purred.

Elios had a one-track mind almost all the time, but especially when he was on heavy drugs. It was kinda pathetic, in an almost endearing sort of way. He was like a lost puppy, looking for its master. I watched her outwardly shutter at the nickname, Victor's nickname for me. I wouldn't admit that it stung to hear.

"Yeah, Elios was it? You don't have my permission to call me that."

She set down the bag on the table, kicking the door shut behind her before locking it again.

"Easy toots, didn't mean any harm."

She blew him off, making her way to the kitchen to prepare herself a cup of tea like she always did. It was strange how comfortable she felt in my house, around me. I was like a ticking time bomb, and she was certainly in my blast radius.

"Dove hai trovato questa persona innocente?" Elios mused.

"Mi crederesti se ti dicessi che i poliziotti l'hanno portata da me?" I joked.

He raised a curious brow to me.

"Impossibile, è incapace di essere subdola. Dove l'hai trovata davvero?"

"Osservare."

"Magnolia, darling can you bring me the bag in the cupboard next to the freezer?"

"Just a second." She shouted from her spot in the kitchen.

She came to sit on the other end of the room, her tea in one hand and my bag of goodies in the other. She gently placed it in my hand before returning to her spot. She sipped her tea with the ever-present smile on her face. The one a child wore on Christmas. How was she always this happy? It was almost disgusting. But I could tell she was on edge, she didn't like my company.

"How was your day?" She asked me.

I chuckled lightly.

"It's getting better. ELios here brought some fun with him?"

"I'm not sure I want to know your definition of fun either."

"How were the Narrows?" I mused.

"Don't go there right now, don't think I didn't know that little mission you sent me on was just to get me out of the house. I'm not entirely naive. I only completed it because I was curious. Now that curiosity is dead. I want no part in whatever you're planning, but I guess it's nice to see you not moping around for once."

I scoffed. "I don't mope."

She sipped her tea in silence, looking at me with her judgy little eye over the rim. She crossed her legs in a condescending manner, almost as if she were moonlighting as the mother figure this time. It was kinda cute, watching her try to play the manipulation game. She got up for a moment to go grab her book from the other room, another one gifted to her from this J.T. I honestly should look into this secret admirer of hers, but she didn't seem worried about it. You could never truly trust anyone in Gotham.

Elios gave me a mischievous look. I raised a brow at him.

"She needs to loosen up, don't you think?"

Normally I wouldn't approve, but this was harmless, right? I was right here, he didn't mean her any harm. Maggie really did need to stop playing mother hen and have some fun for once. He slipped a small amount of MDMA into her tea and stirred it with his finger, before offering it to me to lick clean. By the time Maggie came back, we were full-on making out on the couch.

"Really? I leave the room for two seconds. You both are worse than teenagers."

"What are you, my mother?"

She glared at me before taking another sip of her drink and cracking open her book. Lunar Park by Bret Easton Ellis. I gave her my best innocent smirk and continued to make out with Elios after flipping her off. She rolled her eyes and continued reading. Elios and I made a silent bet over how long it would take the drugs to kick in.

I watched as she became antsy in her seat, fighting with her book page every once and a while. This should be fun. She cleared her throat, excusing herself from the room.

Maggie's POV:

My entire body felt strange, I could practically feel every particle in the air touching my skin. My brain felt fuzzy, like how it did whenever I would get sick. I couldn't be disassociating now, not when Y/N was acting so reckless. Olive never told me what happens when I go away, just that he prefers it when I'm here. I didn't want to go away, not now, not ever.

My heart was pounding in my chest, and my skin felt clammy. The room felt like it was spinning, and I was with it. But everything felt upsideown. I splashed some water in my face, looked into the mirror and jumped back at what I saw. She didn't look like me, but of course, she was me. The girl before e looked tired, mentally at least.

I pushed the thought away, shaking my head as I left the bathroom, I couldn't let Y/N know I felt wrong, she'd see me as weaker than I already am. And with her new friend being here, it wasn't safe. So, I pretend everything was fine, despite the heavy pull on my brain, whipping very coherent thought I had from my frontal cortex. Maybe if I turned on some music, I could pretend t think clearly. I'm sure the two horn dogs on the couch wouldn't mind. Music had always been my escape, but only Oliver and Thea had heard me sing before.

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I walked over to my speaker and turned on my playlist. I had to admit, the longer I looked at this stranger, the nicer he looked. I hummed the tune lightly as I made my way around the room, looking at random things like they were the most interesting thing in the world. I didn't even feel the four sets of eyes that were on me near the end of the song.

"You've got a lovely voice Kitten, you should sing us something." Elios complemented.

I desperately fought the blush creeping onto my cheeks. Why was I so easily flustered right now?

"He's right, I didn't know you could sing. Go on..." Y/N encouraged>

Really what did I have to lose? It's not exactly like this was some embracing screen that Y/N could use against me.

The next song on my playlist kicked up and I let my body flow to the music, letting my brain completely give way to this odd feeling.

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"You like control, well I do too... take off my clothes and watch me move." I sang.

The clothes on my skin felt tighter, constricting. I hated the feeling.

"Help me with the zipper on my skirt, it's stuck. As you kneel, I'll be watching you fix me. This view of you, of the top of your head, makes me forgive you."

My brain wandered to Jim, back to that night. It all suddenly seemed clear in my head. Every memory flooding back.

"But your skin, did you notice your skin it cries a soft weep like mine."

I made my way back over to the couches, ignoring the eyes intently watching me. Soaking in my every move like I was the only thing in the room.

"How 'bout, how 'bout just a part of you..."

I was suddenly close to Elios, close enough to notice the detail now. I could see why Y/N Liked him. He was easy on the eyes, but clearly, he had to have a darkness about him that she would fall for.

"'Cause I want, I want, I want, I want... I want, I want, I want, I want, I want-" I trailed off.

I pulled him into a forceful kiss, which was unlike me. But it was nice, somehow exciting yet peaceful. Like I didn't have a single care in the world. He didn't pull away, instead choosing to bite deeply into my lower lip. I could feel the heat rise to the area as flesh and blood fell from the wound.

I licked at his lip, shoving my tongue down his throat, letting him taste my blood as I explored. Behind me, Y/N reached for the absinthe that had been sitting on the coffee table. Had they really been drinking that heavily earlier? But my thoughts were quickly brought back when Elios trailed a hand up my shirt, pulling a whimper out of me. God, I wasn't usually this needy.

Y/N sipped her beverage as she watched, a smirk permanently plastered on her face. What did they do to me? Those bastards, when my brain was clear I'd give her a piece of my mind. I threw my hand back, not breaking away from the kiss, as a grabbed the drink from her hand. I finally broke the friction, much to his dismay and gulped down the rest of her drink.

Fuck it, maybe I didn't want to remember tonight either. They always say if you can't beat them, join them. She let out a laugh, snatching the cup back from me and pouring more.

"Somebodies having fun, finally."

"Well excuse me for not relishing in your anguish Mon Ami. I'm not like you, remember?"

"Really, cause you all over Elios like I was the first time we met."

I looked back at the man in question and watched as he pulled something out of a bag in his pocket. He placed the contents of the bag on his tongue before pulling me in for another kiss, slipping whatever it was onto my own tongue. I fought to keep my brain stable, but it was a losing game. I knew I'd crash and burn, hard, soon.

I couldn't understand why Y/N insted on dragging me into all of her bullshit? Though I suppose it was my fault for caring even after the many warnings she gave me. She was going off the deep end, and I was sinking right with her. Where the hell was Victor when you needed him? Funny that a psychopath is the bolt level-headed one of us. Elios was dangerous, but every part of me craved that right now.

I tugged off my shirt, overwhelmed by the feeling of the fabric caressing my skin.

"Somebodies eager." He purred in my ear.

I rolled my eyes, pushing him down on the couch. The part of me that was still lucid was more desperate.

"What did you give me?" I slurred out.

"Nothing much, just something to help you relax sweetheart. Y/N favourite cocktail."

"Foolish of you to think she can handle that much Baby. I mean, she is just a baby after all, Isn't that right Maggie?" Y/N taunted.

"I can handle whatever this is, fuck you very much!"

"Whatever you say Sugar."

She lit a smoke, blowing it into my face.

"But if you're not gonna fuck him, I will." She finished.

I glared, pouting.

"What, still have that pipe dream of Mommy and Daddy getting back together? Not gonna happen Kiddo. Daddy bit the bullet, and he bit it hard. Something I have no doubt hell do over and over because he takes whatever I give him. Maybe you should learn a little something from Victor on that front, Doll."

She lifted me, almost too easily from my spot on the couch. Granted I didn't put up much of a fight, not that I could. I watched from my little corner of the world as they went at each other like starved animals. I knew she was just doing this to hurt Victor in some way, the only way she could truly do that was by hurting herself. The same way Jim was hurting me every time he ran right back into Lee's arms. That dreadful woman, I did not envy her one bit. Gotham would be her downfall, as it appears we shared the same fate. Doomed to love a man who was never truly available. Forced to watch as our lives crumble from the outside in, just pawns in the grand joke that was Gotham City.

AN: Not that I don't respect Maggie's right to be a whore, cause she's doing great at it. But I really have to stop traumatising her by making her sleep with certain people when she won't remember it.. why am I so mean to her? She doesn't deserve this. Also ouch Y/N being a bitch and using the nickname even though she knows about Maggie's other half. Brutal.

#maggie #magnolia blossom #elliot #euphoria #euphoria hbo #gotham oc #gotham #gotham imagine #victor zsasz #Y/N zsasz #gotham x reader #jim gordon #jim gordon x reader #dissociative alters

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kinktober - day six

bokuto koutarou - impregnation

kinktober faq kinktober prompt list

NSFW warning featuring: impregnation/breeding kink, dirty talk, showing ownership, unprotected sex, creampie, slight cockwarming other tags: married au, pro volleyball player bokuto, starting a family, trying to get pregnant, mentions of frustration

definition of impregnation/breeding kink: “An impregnation kink is marked by intense arousal from the possibility of impregnating one's partner or becoming pregnant via the act of unprotected vaginal intercourse.” word count: 1781 - There was nothing like a win.

Sure, a good game is good no matter the outcome. But Bokuto doesn’t just play for the sake of the game.

He plays to win. To hear the crowd cheer when he scores the point that makes the game his - to feel that rush of knowing he’s the best. To fight, and fight, and fight, and walk off the court as the victor.

And when it’s all over and you run into his arms, a proud grin on your face as he scoops you up and twirls you around and basks in his own glory, well - that’s exactly what winning is to Bokuto.

You gave him a big kiss, and he laughed into it. “Did I make you proud?” he asked against your lips.

“So proud.”

He squeezed you tight, knowing he had to put you down; he had meetings and press and interviews to do, and he had no idea how he’d get through it all without you in his arms.

“We’re celebrating tonight,” he said, and you knew what he meant. “Tonight’s our night.”

He didn’t get to see you again until he finally made it back to the hotel, a good two hours after the game was over. And he scooped you right back up into his arms; he was still buzzing from the big win.

You could tell, you could see it. His smile was big and bright and permanent, he was kicking his feet against the floor like he does before a game.

That’s exactly what he saw this as, and he was ready for another win tonight as he put you down on the bed.

“Tonight’s the night, my girl. I can feel it.”

“Can you?” you taunted, watching as his restless hands lifted your shirt.

“You can’t?”

“I’m just saying,” you had to pause as he pulled the shirt off of you, “you’ve said that before, Kou.”

“No, I mean it this time. There’s magic in the air, babe.”

You hummed. “Magic, huh?”

“Magic, baby,” he laughed. “Come on. We’re in the nicest hotel in the city - I’m on a winning streak. Tonight’s our night, pretty girl.”

You chuckled, “You said the same thing on our honeymoon,” and you thought about it for a second, knowing that the odds are tonight wouldn’t be the night, not in the way the two of you hoped. “It can’t hurt to try,” you replied as excitement and fear and nervousness all mingled in the pit of your stomach.

Koutarou pouted, the volume of his voice dropped. “I know we’ve been trying for a while… You still want to try, don’t you?”

You didn’t even have to think about your answer. “Of course.”

“Then let’s try. What’s stopping us?”

You looked for an answer to that question as Koutarou kissed your neck, unbuttoned your pants, and got himself comfortable on top of you.

Nothing was stopping you, but every time you thought about doing this - trying again to get to start your family with him - you saw nothing but a roadblock. It’d been a year since the first time Bokuto brought up having kids. A year without birth control, a year of negative tests, a long year of trying and failing. And you thought it was supposed to be easy. The two of you have all the parts, yet they didn’t seem to work. It was like something was missing.

And if you can’t even do a good job at getting pregnant, how could you ever expect to be able to raise a child?

“Hey, baby girl. Get out of your head - I can’t make magic by myself, can I?”

You laughed, “You’re going to do most of the work anyway,” making him laugh with you.

“Are you forgetting my job is the easy one? Fucking a baby into you isn’t the hard part.”

“Seems like it,” you grumbled. “If we would have gotten pregnant the first time -”

“We wouldn’t be here right now,” he argued. “We wouldn’t be making magic tonight. What do we always say, baby?”

“It’ll happen when it’s meant to happen,” you said, sighing through the overused line.

“That’s it.” He tilted your chin to make you look up at him, and the sunshine beaming from his smiling face easily lifted your spirits. “When it’s meant to be. We’re doing everything we can - patience, babe. You need patience.”

“No, I don’t. You need to hurry up.”

“I’m going as fast as I can!” He was laughing as he stripped himself down to his underwear, and you watched with as much patience as you can muster.

“Now take my clothes off,” you said, and he scoffed at you.

“I really am doing all the work, huh?” Even though he was laughing he complied, because he saw this task as something he was privileged to do. He’s constantly blown away that he gets to do this with you, that you chose him to be your partner for life, that you loved him even half as much as he loved you. And, in all reality, he’d do anything you asked him to do, no matter the task, and he’d do it as if it was as easy as taking off your clothes. Anything is worth it if it’s for you.

“Would you rather I strip myself?”

“No,” he mumbled, pressing his lips to your chest. “You always take too long, anyway.”

“You’re taking too long,” you said in a whisper. “Just hurry up, Koutarou.”

“I’m hurrying.” He finally tugged your underwear down, leaving you completely bare. “I’ve been wanting you so bad all night - I get so hard just looking at you, baby.”

His fingers met with your entrance and two of them slid into you, pumping against your walls in a way that was so good yet not good enough. But you knew you’d get your fill soon.

“Gotta get you ready to take all of me, baby, gotta get you ready to be filled up.”

“I want it so bad, Kou,” you whined, thrusting against his hand as if it would help at all - it didn’t, it only made your need for him grow.

“I know you do, my girl,” he said with a grin. “You want it now, babe? You want me to fuck my baby into you now?”

“Please - fuck me, please.”

Koutarou could watch your desperate hip thrusts all night, he could listen to you begging for him forever, but he needed you too much to hold back any longer.

So he didn’t hold back, and before he could even kick his boxers all the way off he was inside you and moaning loud at the feeling.

“Fucking finally,” he cursed, giving himself a second to catch his breath and you time to adjust. “Been needing your tight cunt all day.”

All you could do was lie back and let your husband take you however he wanted to; by now Koutarou was lost in you, lost in his own world where the only thing that mattered was both of your pleasure.

“Gonna fill you nice and full, my girl,” he told you, meaning every word. “As much as it takes ‘til you’ve got my baby in you. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes -”

“Tell me. Tell me that’s what you want - tell me you want me to fuck you ‘til you’re full. Say it.”

It was hard to get any words out - all you could think about was the possibility of Koutarou’s words coming true, and it was sending you and your entire body to the edge.

“Just fuck me,” you managed to choke out, “fuck your baby into me, Koutarou - oh, fuck.”

“Cum with me,” he begged. “Come on, make me cum, milk my cock, take it.”

You were seeing stars and you weren’t even cumming yet - Koutarou was hardly even giving you his best yet.

He pulled both of your legs up and underneath him, bending them into your chest, basically folding you in half, and it was like he was reaching places inside you that you didn’t even know existed. He was pumping into you fast and hard, strong and deep - all with a proud smile on his face as he listened to your cries for him.

“Gonna make you all mine,” he said proudly. “Gonna mark you as mine, make sure everyone knows it. I’m so fucking close, baby girl - I’m going to give you exactly what you want, baby.”

You didn’t even hear him - your orgasm hit you suddenly, and it was like you were underwater. The only thing you could think about was the euphoria he was giving you; the only thing you could feel was Koutarou pounding his own pleasure into you.

In a few seconds, your head was finally above the surface, and everything had slowed down save for your beating heart and Koutarou’s fleeting breath.

You straightened your legs out, and he let himself fall down, making himself comfortable on top of you. He tucked his face into your neck, whining against your skin at the feeling of still being inside you.

“Why are you squeezing me so much - fuck - stop it!”

You laughed, “I can’t help it! Pull out if you don’t like it!”

“No,” he said, “it feels good,” and it left both of you giggling. “I don’t want any of my cum going to waste, babe - just making sure you’re really filled up.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works, Kou,” you said, but he wasn’t hearing it.

“You feel it?” His hands roamed your body as his hips started rocking again. “That magic in the air. It’s inside you - I just know it.”

“I feel it,” you told him, trying your best to believe it.

“We’ll keep trying,” he said, kissing you as he finally pulled out of you, “keep making our magic til it works. We’ll have our little family in no time, I know it.”

“Do you really think so?”

“Don’t you believe in me?”

The puppy-like look he was giving you would make you believe anything he was saying, and you just couldn’t take your eyes off of his.

“I play to win,” he reminded you, and even though he was serious you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing.

But you believed him, because you could feel it, too. It was like all the stars were aligned in your favor; every moment you ever shared with this man had culminated to now. You had to wait for a reason, you knew that now more than ever.

And if you had to wait even longer, you would try not to mind - it would only give the two of you more time to try again, after all.

tune in tomorrow for kinktober day 7: bored and ignored

#kinktober 2020 #not family friendly #Bokuto Koutarou #bokuto koutarou x reader #bokuto x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader

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