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itneverendshere · 2 months ago

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Could you maybe do a one shot of insecure reader x rafe? Reader doesn't believe Rafe finds her actually sexually attractive and her insecurities/bad self esteem are putting a strain on their relationship. And there is that whole ''her having a problem with him liking her, because she does not like herself so she is uncomfortable and pushes him away'' type of deal. Maybe he shots himself in the foot when she asks if he finds her attractive, and because he knows her self esteem is so low, he is trying to comfort her by answering ''Looks aren't important in life '' and she feels heartbroken. She from then is short in texts, doesn't answer his calls etc.

get to the bottom of you - r.c (+18)

pairing: insecure!reader x lover boy!rafe warnings: angst; mentions of low self-esteem; smut

His room should have been a place of comfort—a place where you felt safe—it wasn’t tonight.

You could hear him moving around in the bathroom, the sound of the faucet running, the clinking of his toothbrush against the sink. You should have been inside with him, brushing your teeth side by side, playfully jostling him with your elbow like you usually did. His laughter had echoed through the door just a few minutes ago as he’d told some joke you didn’t catch.

Normally, you’d laugh too, even if you didn’t understand the punchline, but tonight you barely mustered a smile. You couldn’t help it. You’d been feeling off for days now.

You loved him. That wasn’t in question. But the doubts mocking you—the insecurity, the voice in your head that whispered, why would he want someone like you?—were getting louder. It had been there since the start, this ever-present thought that you were out of place. That a guy like Rafe couldn’t possibly be interested in someone like you.

You loved him with everything you had, but how could you let him love you back when you couldn’t even like yourself?

He had been nothing but patient with you since the beginning, but no matter how many times he reassured you, the voice in your head—the one that whispered that you weren’t good enough, that you weren’t what he wanted—never seemed to quiet down. You couldn’t see yourself the way Rafe did. The compliments he gave you always felt empty, like he was just saying what he thought you wanted to hear.

Earlier tonight, he'd had been busy texting on his phone, and the longer you sat there, the more the voices in your head snapped at you. He hadn’t looked at you in what felt like hours, hadn’t even noticed the way you’d been shifting awkwardly in your seat.

He was the guy who turned heads when he walked into a room. Confident, self-assured, with a sharp smile and piercing blue eyes that could make anyone feel like the center of the universe.

You weren’t like the girls you’d seen him with before. They were stunning, all sharp cheekbones, and perfect hair, the kind of women that could stop someone in their tracks. You, on the other hand, had always been self-conscious—your appearance, your body, the way you looked in clothes. It wasn’t that you hated yourself exactly; you just… never felt enough. Not enough for someone like him.

That’s what kept you up at night.

The door opened, and Rafe stepped out, smiling at you, toothbrush still in hand.

His blue eyes sparkled as he walked over to you, leaning against the wall casually. His hair was damp from washing his face, and he had that easy, relaxed look on his face that usually made your heart flutter.

“You okay, baby?” he asked, his voice warm and teasing, as always.

You nodded quickly, forcing a smile,“Yeah, just tired,” you murmured, pushing your phone aside and getting up from the bed. You crossed the room to the window, feeling the cool breeze against your skin.

You hated this—hated that you couldn’t just let things be, hated that your mind was always spinning in circles, convincing you that something was wrong. But it was hard to shake the feeling that you didn’t deserve this, didn’t deserve him.

He, always so perceptive, frowned slightly and walked over to you. He placed his hands on your waist and gently pulled you back against him. His warmth should’ve been reassuring, but instead, it only made you feel more fragile. “You sure?” he pressed, leaning down to rest his chin on your shoulder.

“Yeah,” you lied again, this time a little more firmly, hoping he wouldn’t push.

But of course, he did.

“You’ve been quiet all night.” His hands slid around your waist, pulling you closer. Normally, you’d melt into him, but tonight, it felt different. Heavy.

You stared out at the darkened horizon, biting your lip. Maybe this was your moment to ask the question that had been eating at you for the past weeks, but every time you shoved it back down, afraid of the answer.

You hesitated, chewing on your bottom lip as you tried to find the right words. You didn’t want to sound ridiculous, didn’t want to admit how insecure you felt. “Rafe..”

“Yeah?” he whispered, his breath tickling your neck.

Your fingers twisted in the fabric of your shirt, his shirt, and you turned around in his arms, meeting his focused gaze. “Do you… do you find me attractive?”

His brows furrowed at your question. It was such a simple question, but to you, it felt like everything. Like the entire foundation of your relationship was resting on his answer. Your heart was pounding now, and you could feel the burn of tears threatening to surface.

“What?” he asked softly, “Why would you even ask that?”

You felt a lump in your throat, and you swallowed hard. “I just… I need to know.”

Rafe’s hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing softly across your skin. He opened his mouth to speak, but then hesitated, as if trying to find the right words. You watched his eyes flicker with uncertainty, and that hesitation made your heart sink.

“Looks aren’t everything, y'know,” he said quietly, his tone careful, as if he was walking on eggshells.

You froze.

His words echoed again in your head, and your worst fear—the one that had been brewing inside you for so long—solidified in front of you.

Looks aren’t everything.

He wasn’t saying yes. He wasn’t reassuring you, telling you how beautiful you were, how much he wanted you, how much you meant to him. Instead, he was saying that it didn’t matter. That it was irrelevant. Your chest tightened, and you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think past the heartbreak that was building in your veins.

You pushed him away gently, stepping back out of his embrace.

“Right,” you whispered, your voice breaking. You couldn’t look at him now, not with your vision swimming and your throat closing up.

“Wait, that’s not—” Rafe began, stepping forward, his hand reaching for you. “That’s not what I meant. You know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“C-Can you please let me go?”

He didn’t want you, not in the way you needed him to.

He must have seen the change in your expression, because his eyes widened, and he immediately backpedaled. “No, no, you know hat’s not what I meant,” he said quickly, his voice tinged with panic. “I didn’t mean—”

You pulled your hand away from his, shaking your head as the tears welled up in your eyes. “It’s fine,” you whispered, even though it wasn’t. Your voice cracked, and you hated that you couldn’t keep it together.

Rafe reached for you again, but you stood up before he could grab your hand. “Hey, wait,” he said, standing up as well, his voice pleading now. “That’s not what I meant. You know that’s not what I meant.”

But you couldn’t listen to him, not when every insecurity you had about yourself had just been confirmed. You didn’t want to hear him explain, didn’t want to hear whatever excuse he was going to give you. You needed space.

Without another word, you turned and walked to the door, your hands trembling as you reached for the handle.

"Please don’t go," Rafe's voice was quiet, a vulnerability in it that you weren’t used to hearing. He sounded scared, and that hurt even more because you knew this wasn’t his fault. Not really. It was you—your insecurities, your doubts, your inability to believe that someone like him could truly want someone like you.

"I just need a minute.”

The hallway felt cold compared to the warmth of his room. You pressed your back against the wall, sinking to the floor, your knees pulled to your chest. You could still hear him moving around inside, pacing maybe, and it made your stomach twist in knots.

How had things gone so wrong so quickly?

You buried your face in your hands, trying to calm yourself but it was no use. The tears came, hot and fast, burning your cheeks as you sobbed quietly. You hated this. You hated feeling so unsure of yourself, so small, so unworthy. And you hated that Rafe, the one person who made you feel safe, had unknowingly thrown all of that into question.

Looks aren’t everything.

It wasn't about whether you thought he was shallow—Rafe had never been that type of guy—but the way he hesitated, the way he tiptoed around your question.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you pulled it out, your vision still blurry from the tears. It was a group chat notification from the friends you had been out with earlier that week. A picture had been sent, one of the group photos taken during the event. You scanned through it, your attention landing on a figure that made your heart sink further—her.

Rafe’s ex, standing tall and confident beside him, her radiant smile lighting up the frame. Her beauty was undeniable—perfectly coiffed hair, a jawline that could cut glass, and an air of effortless poise that seemed to draw everyone in. Adriana Lima, but real.

And next to her? You.

The contrast between you two felt overwhelming. How could you, with your insecurities and imperfections, ever hope to measure up to someone like her? The thought that Rafe had once been with someone like that, someone who seemed flawless in every way... it killed you.

It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t even hers. It was you.

You needed to leave. You needed space. Without another glance back, you pushed yourself off the floor and slipped out his house, the hallway eerily quiet as you hurried toward the stairs, wiping at your tear-streaked face.

As the door slid shut, you could hear the faint sound of his footsteps, but by then it was too late. You got in your car speeding off before he could open the door.

After that night, things only got worse. You’d pulled back, distancing yourself from him in every way possible. You didn’t answer his texts for hours, and when you did, they were short, clipped replies. You stopped calling him back, ignored the missed calls that filled your phone—everything. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to talk to him; you just couldn’t. Not yet.

You hated it. You hated yourself for pushing him away, but more than that, you hated the way you couldn’t stop spiraling.

You avoided places where you might run into him. No coffee shops, no mutual friends’ gatherings. You threw yourself into work, into anything that could distract you from thinking about him, about the look on his face when you’d left him there.

You missed him—missed his laugh, missed the way he’d pull you close just because, missed the way he’d make you feel like you were the only person in the world when he looked at you.

On the third night, you were lying in bed, staring blankly at your phone screen. Rafe had sent a text earlier, and though you’d ignored it, you couldn’t bring yourself to delete it like the others.

Rafe: i miss you. please talk to me. just want to know you’re okay.

You squeezed your eyes shut, clutching the phone tighter in your hand. You wanted to answer. You wanted to tell him that you missed him too, that you were okay—but the truth was, you weren’t. You hadn’t been okay for a long time, and you didn’t know how to explain that to him. Every little insecurity, every time you’d felt like you weren’t enough.

Your chest tightened again, you wished you could be different, stronger, more secure in yourself. You wished you could believe him, that you could trust his words. Your phone buzzed again, and this time you hesitated before picking it up. It was another text from him.

Rafe: i get that you need space, but please don’t shut me out. i don’t know what else to say except i love you. i just wanna talk.

I love you.

You stared at the words on the screen. He loved you. Maybe that should have been enough. Maybe it was enough, but somehow, you still felt hollow, still felt like you were standing on the outside of your own life. You locked your phone without responding, tossing it onto the bed next to you as you buried your face in your hands.

You were terrified that if you let him in now if you finally told him how you felt, it might break something between you two. But hadn’t something already broken?

The next two weeks seemed never-ending, the hours blurring together as you went through the motions at your internship, half-heartedly responding to emails, nodding through conversations, and generally just existing.

By the time you returned home, you felt like you’d been run over by a truck. As you kicked off your shoes, there was a soft knock on your door.

Your heart sank.

You knew it was him before you even opened it. Rafe stood there, his hands in his pockets. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, neither of you said anything.

“Can we talk?” His voice was quiet, almost pleading, searching your face for any sign that you might push him away again.

You stepped back, letting him in, and closed the door softly behind him. You didn’t trust yourself to speak, so you gestured for him to sit, though neither of you moved right away. Rafe stayed standing, studying your face, and you could tell that he was trying to figure out how to begin.

“I—" he started, but then stopped, running a hand through his hair, like he’d been rehearsing those words over and over in his head. “I don’t know what to say, honestly. I’ve been trying to figure out what I did wrong, what I said wrong. But I don’t think it’s just about what I said that night, is it?”

He wasn’t mad, he wasn’t frustrated—he was just… sad. Sad that you hadn’t let him in. Sad that you had been carrying all of this on your own.

You felt a lump form in your throat, and your chest tightened again, but this time it was from knowing you’d done this to him. It was from knowing that you’d pushed him away.

You couldn’t run from this anymore.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “It’s not you. It’s me. I know that’s such a cliché, but—I don’t know how to fix this.”

Rafe took a cautious step closer, his hands still in his pockets, like he didn’t want to crowd you but couldn’t stay away either.

“I don’t need you to fix anything. Just need you to talk to me, okay? To tell me what’s going on in your pretty head, even if it’s hard.”

“I don’t understand why you’d want to be with someone like me.”

His brows knitted together in concern. “Someone like you?” he repeated, like the concept was absurd. He stepped closer again, reaching for your hand, but this time you didn’t pull away, “You mean the love of my life?”

The love of his life.

It sounded so easy when he said it. So genuine. As if it was the most natural thing in the world, like he’d never even considered anyone else. But how could he be so sure when you weren’t?

“What if you get tired of me?” your voice was so meek it nearly killed him, the fear in your voice so so vulnerable. “What if one day, you wake up and realize you could be with someone better? Someone like—”

“Stop,” he interrupted his voice firm. “There is no someone else, baby. There is no one better. M' here because I want to be here. With you. I chose you. I’ll keep choosing you. Even when you’re doubting yourself, even when you think you don’t deserve it. I’ll still be here, because I love you. And I need you to believe that, okay?”

You swallowed hard, your chest still aching from the emotion bubbling up inside you.

“But what if I can’t stop doubting?”

Rafe stepped closer, his hand moving to cup your cheek as he tilted your face up to meet his gaze, “Then we’ll work through it together,” he said softly. “M' not going anywhere. Doubt all you want. Question it if you have to. But don’t ever shut me out again, you hear me? I can’t lose you.”

Your breath hitched as his thumb brushed softly across your cheek, his attention unwavering, filled with a tenderness that nearly broke you. There he was, standing in front of you, patient, willing to wait, to love you through every insecurity you tried to hide.

“Okay,” you muttered.

A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he brushed a tear away with his thumb. “Yeah?” he asked, his voice hopeful, as if he was waiting for a sign that maybe you were ready to let him in again.

You nodded, unable to trust your voice not to break. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, and you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to be held by him.

“Lemme prove it to you, please.”

His eyes flickered to your lips, and then his hand was on the back of your neck, tugging you to him. Your lips met his in a hungry kiss, moving together and tongues running along one another.

He grips your waist and moved you like you weigh nothing. You could feel his warmth seeping into your skin, and for the first time in days, your insecurities started to lift. His lips never left yours, deepening the kiss as he pressed you against the door, his body flush against yours, grounding you.

His hands touched your body with a gentle urgency, pulling you closer, fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt, blunt fingernails digging into your skin.

He broke the kiss for a moment, breathless, his lips shiny with your spit, “You don’t see it, do you?” he murmured softly, his fingers tracing your lips with a reverence that made your heart burst, “You don’t know how badly I want you. How perfect you are to me.”

His hands moved lower, his fingers brushing the bare skin of your waist, his touch firm but gentle as if reassuring you that he meant every word.

“Let me show you,” he repeated, his lips brushing the corner of your mouth before trailing down to your jaw, then lower to your neck, where he placed soft, heated sloppy kisses that made you shiver. “Every inch of you, fuck—I love everything.”

His big hands moved to your ass, squeezing the flesh so hard, you were sure it would bruise. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he groaned against your lips, his hands now sliding under your sleeping shorts, feeling every inch of bare skin. “Your skin—so soft. I can’t get enough of you.”

A fervent moan slipped past your lips when his hard cock pressed against your thighs. You could feel his breath against your neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there, making you gasp.

“I need you,” he whispered against your ear, his voice rough with want. "I need you to believe me."

And for a moment, you did. You let yourself sink into him, his warmth, his strength, his words—all of it. You let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, he could love you the way you needed him to.

His fingers slid under the hem of your shirt, pulling it up as his lips trailed lower, over your collarbone, to the top of your chest. His hands squeeze the flesh of your ass, a sharp slap echoing through the room as you whimpered, and he chuckled before taking a nipple into his mouth and working it with his tongue.

His hands were everywhere—gripping, squeezing, exploring—as though he was trying to memorize every inch of you, to show you exactly what he meant.

Your fingers threaded into his hair, tugging softly before your nails pressed into his neck, eliciting a groan against your nipple. He then shifted to the other side, his tongue flickering rapidly against the hardening peak. The feel of his mouth on your skin, the way his hands moved over you with such care, made your head spin.

You gasped as his mouth worked its magic, alternating between teasing bites and soft licks that.

"Rafe..." you breathed, your voice shaky as his lips trailed back up, capturing yours again in a heated kiss. You could feel him everywhere, pressing into you. It was overwhelming, the way he moved, the way he held you like you were the only thing that mattered.

His fingers slid under the waistband of your shorts, teasing the sensitive skin of your hips before he tugged them down in one swift motion. You kicked them off, your breath quickening as he pressed himself against you, his hard cock straining against the thin fabric of his boxers.

“Do you believe me now?” he groaned against your lips, his voice hoarse from how long he’d been kissing every part of you.

You nodded, but it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to hear you say it. His hand gripped your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze.

"Tell me," he demanded.

"I believe you.”

His hands roamed over your body, tracing every curve, every dip, like he was worshipping you. He lifted you easily, carrying you over to the couch and laying you down gently, his eyes never leaving yours. You watched as he stood, pulling off his shirt and boxers in one fluid motion before climbing over you, his body hovering just above yours.

His skin was warm, his muscles tense as he held himself back, waiting for your permission. You reached up, your fingers tracing the lines of his jaw, his chest, his abs, before pulling him down to you. He settled between your legs, his cock pressing against your heat, and you moaned softly, your body arching into his.

“God, I need you,” he groaned, his hips rolling against yours in a slow, torturous rhythm, his head nudging your clit, "Tell me you need me too."

“I do,” you breathed, your nails digging into his shoulders as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “I need you, Rafe.”

That was all he needed to hear.

With one swift motion, he lined himself up and pushed inside you, filling you completely. You gasped, your back arching off the bed as he stretched you, the feeling of him inside you so intense it made your head spin. He paused for a moment, his forehead resting against yours, his breath ragged as he gave you a second to adjust.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “So perfect for me.”

His breathing was already ragged, soft moans filling your ears as moved with him.

“Fuckin’—You were made for me, weren’t you?” He murmured against your ear, nipping at your earlobe as he gripped your hips.

His words made your head spin, and you felt your breath stutter as you clamped down around him. He grinned against your ear, using the grip on your hair to tug your head back and look into your eyes.

You nodded, nails digging into his shoulders. “Yes, f-fuck—”

His smile widened and he thrusted into you faster, the slap of skin on skin growing louder, “Atta girl. That’s my baby.”

"Rafe," you gasped, his name falling from your lips in a breathy moan as he hit a spot deep inside you that sent a wave of pleasure rolling through your body. He growled low in his throat at the sound, his hips rolling faster, driving deeper, his breath hot against your skin.

"Say it again," he urged, his voice a low rasp against your ear as his teeth grazed your neck. "Say my name."

You complied, your fingers digging into his back as you whispered his name again and again, each time more broken, more desperate. He groaned in response, his movements becoming rougher, more frantic as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

“I love you,” he breathed out, the sincerity of his words almost lost in the haze of pleasure that surrounded you both. But you heard it—you felt it—and it was enough to push you closer to the edge.

His hand slipped between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight, deliberate circles that made you cry out, your back arching off the couch as the pleasure built, spiraling higher and higher until you could barely breathe.

"I-I love you," he said again, the words spilling out between ragged breaths as his thumb pressed harder against your clit, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. "God, I love you so much. You're everything to me."

Your body trembled beneath him, teetering on the edge of release. The way he was holding you, like you were the most precious thing in the world—it was all too much, too perfect. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him down so that your lips met again, your need for him matching his in every way.

"Rafe," you gasped against his lips, your body arching into his as the tension coiled tighter inside you, ready to snap.

“I got you,” he murmured, his voice soothing yet rough, his forehead pressing against yours as his fingers worked you closer to the brink. “Come for me, baby. I need t’feel you.”

And you did—your body tensing, pleasure crashing over you in waves as you cried out his name. Rafe groaned as you clenched around him, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release, his grip on your waist almost bruising as he buried himself deep inside you one last time, moaning your name as he came.

He stayed there, hovering above you, his face buried in your neck, his lips pressing soft kisses against your damp skin as you both came down from the high.

You didn’t speak right away, your body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure, but when he finally pulled back to look at you, his eyes were soft, full of that same tenderness you’d seen earlier. His thumb brushed your cheek as he gazed down at you with a look that made your heart swell.

He reached up, brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face as he traced your cheek.

“You okay?”

You nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you met his gaze. “I think I am.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, you believed it. You weren’t perfect, and maybe you never would be. But right now, in this moment, wrapped in his arms, you felt like you were enough.

And that was more than enough for him.

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mymiraclealigner · 1 month ago

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Don’t be kind | RemusLupin x fem!reader

summary: Remus has come back to apologize.

tw: smut without much plot (+18), curse words

word count: 2,223

a/n: long time no see :) i have been thinking about remus so much lately... hope you like this and sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, english is not my first language.

The rain hit the window desperately. It banged the outside of the big house begging to come in. The weight of the mist creeped into the walls with ease, like a snake crawling through a dense field, almost invisible. The Black House was dark and moist, the majority of its habitants in deep, twitchy slumber.

A girl held herself up on her elbows, semi-asleep still. Some hair stuck to her temple, product of the sweat. The heat under her duvet contrasted uncomfortably with the cold atmosphere. She managed to sit on her bed to recognize the figure standing past her door. A small breeze sneaked through the gap between the creaky floors; a shiver walked across her.

“Remus?” A set of manicured fingers raised to rub her sleepy eyes.

The man remained still. Remus was counting in his head: one, two three, four… Hoping to go unnoticed around twenty. It wasn’t the first night he had entered her room to watch her sleep or something more. But it was the first time he felt embarrassed that he got caught. Twenty came around and she remained focused on the subject in her room.

The silhouette’s shoulders were moving up and down patiently and a few drops fell from his fingers to the floor: he was soaking wet, the rain caught him on the way back to the house. She knew it was Remus and not an illusion. In her dreams, he would have come to her already and he would have been dry, smelling like books and whisky, like he normally did. In her dreams, he loved her unafraid, he was certain of his feelings for her.

“So this is what you do, treat me horribly and come back to watch me sleep and wet my floors?”

“Sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you,” he replied with a hoarse voice. “It’s the moon.”

The girl looked down, a silver, thick stripe on the floor marked the distance between the bodies. It was always the moon the one coming between them. Nature’s round princess was an animated object, playing with Remus’ head and emotions. The witch constantly asked herself how something so beautiful could do him so much harm –and to her, consequently.

She removed the comforter from her body, sitting at the edge of the bed. The moon’s pale light bathed her naked legs. She wiggled her toes against the cold wood, getting ready to stand up. Remus’ breathing quickened, her actions meant I forgive you, clearly. He tried to ignore the inevitable worry of when he would no longer be forgiven.

She moved like an angel towards him: messy curls framing her face, tired eyes shaping the world around her. Remus could have kneeled to her feet and kissed them as an act of gratitude. She was merciful like a virgin.

She first pushed the heavy leather jacket off his shoulders. The garment hit the floor with a hard thud, splashing cold water on her feet. His hands were immediately on her hips, his achy knuckles relaxed at the touch of her cotton shirt. She surrounded his neck and came so close to his face she could feel his warm breath on her forehead. He smelled like pines and smog.

“I’m truly sorry, you’re so important to me,” he whispered against her hairline. His hands trespassed the fabric and caressed her lower back, occasionally playing with the edge of her underwear.

Her hands massaged his nape, helping it get rid of the tension the incoming full moon had induced. She looked up into his tired eyes, the stripe of light reflected in his pupils. He truly couldn’t escape the moon.

“It’s okay, just take what you need,” she responded while pulling his lips closer to hers.

He wanted to correct her, he wasn’t there to take anything –even if it seemed like it–, but it was too late. She immediately kissed him and he forgot about anything that had ever happened in the world before that moment.

The rain suddenly stopped, the clouds took deep a breath.

Like a siren she pushed him slowly into her waters, discarding his clothes on the way. The first buttons of his shirt were undone slowly by her slippery hands; the lethargy of her movements heated Remus’ head. He interrupted the unhurried pace yanking the shirt open, fours buttons flew across the room. Her nails scratched the hair on his torso, fondling the scars with dedication; it made Remus moan.

At the halfway point, Y/n lost her shirt. A soft breeze hardened her nipples, right before the werewolf’s hand grazed them. Her lips, already red and bitten, opened to emit a small groan of satisfaction. She was desperate for him, but so mad at his ways. She brought her bare chest closer to his in a unbridled outburst; fuck you, she thought.

Y/n kept her backward walk until she was stopped by the feel of the mattress hitting her thighs. The girl palmed him over his wet jeans: he was rock hard under the rough material. She guessed he had been hard for a while now by the way his hips stuttered. Remus separated from her kiss to observe her moving hand; in a swift move he removed it holding her by the wrist and trapping her arm behind her back.

“My turn,” he announced lowly against her cheek. He let his words linger in the air; he wanted time to slow her breaths.

With the back of his scarred hand he caressed the curve of her face relaxing the frown that had settled between her brows. His stroke kept going down her neck, the pulse of her veins made his fingers slightly jump. Like on a mountain, his hand raised following the outline of her breast; he pinched the nipple maliciously, stealing a whimper from the girl. His hand slipped down until it sneaked below the only piece of fabric that covered her. Past the mound of hair he wet his digits on her pussy, going up and down, ignoring the crying bead on purpose.

“Pl- please,” she breathed out.

“Uh?”

“I- I said please,” their eyes met. His were determined and playful, hers were pleading.

With a devious smile Remus decided to put her out of her misery and roll measured circles on her clit. Remus knew Y/n was close when the hand held hostage behind her back started to twitch; she also tried to keep her thighs relaxed, but he knew that subtle trembling too well.

The werewolf kissed her neck while diverted his fingers inside of her. First one, then another. He pumped his long fingers into her enough times to open her up, ease his way between her legs. First shallow, then deep. She swore she could feel the protruding scars caress her inner walls.

Once again, in the verge of the orgasm, he let her go. Putting his wet hand on her hip and freeing her arm from his hold. Her hands flew to his belt to unbuckle it. He held her thin hands between his and grabbed his erect member, guiding her through the up-and-down movements. She looked down, embarrassed to be so enraptured in the action.

“Look at me.”

She held her head up, looking shy beyond his shoulder, disobeying his request deliberately. He knew, then: she still resented him. Before he could say anything to defend his case, Y/n turned around and pulled down her underwear. As the small fabric fell to the floor, she straightened up and grabbed the nearest bedpost with her ass perked up.

Remus put a firm hand on her shoulder and pushed her head to side with his, trying to make space to kiss. She could feel his wet tip hitting against her butt cheeks. His hips were rutting against her while his mouth was devouring her soft neck.

“Are you sure?” He whispered in her ear. Goosebumps traveled through her sides; she nodded.

“No, use your words. Come on”

The smallest “yes” came out of her lips. Remus knew he wouldn’t get anything clearer nor louder than that. Anchoring on her hips, he pushed her close to him and grabbed his cock to position it on her entrance.

Neither could keep a sigh of pleasure in at the first stretch. Remus thanked the Gods for her existence and her acknowledgment of his; never in his craziest dreams he thought he could be with someone like her. A long list was the one to enumerate all the ways she was perfect, far more noble and good than Remus; her pussy was in the top five.

He bottomed out and stayed still for a minute, letting her accommodate to his size. He inhaled the scent of her loose curls: fig and honey, his favorite. With a tortuous kiss on her cheek he started rocking inside of her. He held her between his hands like the fourth leaf of a clover, raising a hand to fondle her tits.

The witch could feel his love being poured in the swing of his hips. He was truly sorry (–or very drunk–), she knew, because this is what she had always asked of him and rarely received: to be a little vulnerable, to show her something more than a need to release. The way his breathing fell on her jaw, his arms surrounded her torso, his inhibited grunts matched the thumps… it was perfect, just not what she wanted now.

He treated her horribly hours before, denying her help with the upcoming full moon and talking to her like she was an ignorant idiot. He was so confusing: then, he wanted her far from his life, now, he was holding onto her with all the love and need. He was so mindful and delicate, his cock hit her spot over and over again and it felt so nice that she got mad. She wanted him to unload his frustrations on her, not protect her from already inflicted pain.

“Remus,” she used a hand to halt his movements behind her, “don’t be kind.”

Remus, who was drunk in pleasure, let go of wariness and the fear of hurting her and took a firm hold of the woman in front of him. His hips pounded in and out of Y/n taking the air out of her; he looked down and delighted himself with the view of her arched back and plump ass. Quickly, the slapping sound between the flesh was accompanied by a squelching one; Remus rolled his eyes and kissed the back of her head as she got wetter. The girl moaned his name like a prayer and stammered out scoldings and praises in an hushed erotic whisper.

He paused for a second to turn and lay down his witch on the edge of the mattress. He folded over her, keeping a steady, hard pace. His eyes looked for her, he was missing the connection, a glance to say there’s so many things that I feel that I can’t put words to, but she closed her eyes in feigned focus.

“Look at me,” he framed her face with his big hand. She turned a deaf ear and kept panting, concentrating on the pleasurable new angle.

“Come on,” nothing still. “You know, I–,” she squeezed him hard interrupting his sentence; the corners of her lips raised lightly. “I won’t let you come if you don’t look at me.”

Remus decreased his tempo, rolling his hips heavily against hers. Her eyebrows met and he knew he put her in trouble. A senseless murmur spilled from her throat in the sweetest tone, the werewolf almost melted. He rolled his pelvis closer knowing it would graze her clit and she immediately dug her red nails into his biceps; he smiled triumphant. Her moans increased and he watched her struggle to keep the composure, she needed permission to come.

Just like minutes before, her eyes opened painfully slow. This time, she was greeted by Remus’ glowing face, looking at her with serious devotion and the ghost of a grin. Behind him, an almost round, luminous circle peaked behind the window: the moon.

“Hey there–”

“Harder, please, I- I wanna come,” she begged breathless, dazed by his ministrations and the beautiful light behind his strong frame.

“Shh, don’t worry. I’ll let you come, sweetheart”

Remus increased the rhythm without taking his gaze off off her. She held his face between her hands and drew him closer to conceal her moans between his lips. Surrounding her legs against his torso Y/n asked if she could come and Remus replied with a simple “Yes, love, I’ve got you”. Immediately after, he came inside her with a groan, hiding his face in the gap between her shoulder and neck, her sweetest spot.

The clouds started weeping again, never covering the silver balloon, the protagonist of the night.

The moon looked at the girl laying sweaty on the bed. On top of her, Remus relished in the sole advantage of his condition: heightened feelings. He caressed her sides, looking to say I’m sorry, once again. She looked back at the moon and brought the werewolf to her lips for another round; tomorrow the man would be the moon’s, but tonight he was all hers.

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Ebb and Flow- Prince Sidon x Reader

Rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

Fandom: The Legend of Zelda

Relationship: Prince Sidon x Reader

Summary: “I will not accept that all we’re meant to be are star-crossed lovers,” Sidon states passionately, his tone filled with a steady resolve, “I cannot accept it. Was it not here that I pledged myself to you? And you to me? Was it not here that we promised our hearts to one another? Aren’t we more than just crossing tides?”Sidon is given earth shattering news. His duty as a Zora Prince outweighs all else. But how can he accept that when his love for you is so deep?

Tags: Female Reader, Smut, Angst, PIV, Semi-Public S*x, Outdoor S*x, Oral S*x, Shark Anatomy, Established Relationship, Star-crossed Lovers, Romance

Read here in this post or over on my AO3

DISCLAIMER: TOTK SPOILERS, 18+

Sidon wonders if he had spoken too softly. He expected some sort of reaction from you, even if it wasn’t a dramatic, soul-wrenching one. But your silence comes as a shock to him. Your unreadable gaze penetrates him from where you’re seated by the window in your quarters. Quarters he had specifically modified to house a Hylian such as yourself. Just for you. Fashioned to house you for what he thought would be forever. From the luxurious water bed on one side, where the two of you have shared so many passionate nights, to the cozy, crackling fireplace on the other- it’s all been for you, and him, and what he thought would be your future together.

“Y-you what?” you finally manage, confirming to Sidon that it wasn’t that you didn’t hear him, but that you couldn’t believe what he’d said. He hadn't wanted to tell you until he returned from his diplomatic mission, but he couldn't keep it a secret from you. Sidon's words stick to his throat. They feel barbed, razor-like, cutting his tongue on their way out.

“My father has decided- He’s arranged my marriage,” Sidon repeats, words seeping from his mouth like blood. But he tastes nothing when his tongue grazes over his lower lip, checking for a fresh wound. Still, he tastes metal, haunting and sharp. You’re bathed in moonlight, a silver gloss draping elegantly over your skin. Tonight, you appear to Sidon like an ethereal ghost, distant and untouchable, a curiously beautiful and captivating goddess. Like the moon delivered you to him and has come back this night to steal you away.

“Not only has my father found who he considers to be a ‘suitable match’ for me, but he’s arranged the date of our meeting,” Sidon goes on, wanting to fill this deeply uncomfortable silence with something, anything, “Of our marriage.”

He trails off, glancing down at his feet and willing himself not to shed the tears that are stinging his eyes. He’s always known there was a risk that his marriage would be arranged. You aren’t Zora, you’re not royalty. It was a small chance that King Dorephan would even consider you in the running to marry Sidon. Your duty to Hyrule and Sidon’s duty to his people were always meant to clash. But he never thought it would be something to worry about this soon. His father’s decision to step down from the throne came as a shock, and the decision regarding Sidon’s marriage that much more shocking.

Your silence is killing him, gnawing at his insides, anxiety running rampant in his mind. Say something, anything. Please, he silently begs.

“When?” is all you’re able to question through your stupor. The look he gives you is grave, crestfallen.

“In less than a fortnight,” he almost whispers. He watches as your eyes fall slowly shut, as you clench your fists, your jaw. Every part of you tenses, but not out of anger. You take a deep breath and Sidon can tell you’re trying to hold in your tears. But when you exhale, they start to roll down your cheeks, dripping freely to the floor beneath. Droplets of pure moonlight shimmering as they fall. He rushes to you, scoops you into his arms, your small, Hylian form fitting so perfectly in his embrace.

“I fought for us,” Sidon continues, as if he needs to prove to you that his love is genuine. As if you didn’t already know. Your shuddering sobs into his shoulder seem to shake the very foundation beneath you.

“I fought so hard for us,” he whimpers, holding you closer, tighter, as if he were to let go, the moon would finally take you back to your celestial throne, “But my father wouldn’t agree. He wouldn’t- No matter how much I protested. How much I argued and debated-”

“It’s okay,” you manage through tears, littering Sidon’s face with kisses, “I know you fought. I know you tried as hard as you could.”

Sorrow blooms in every facet of your irises as you stare into Sidon’s gilded ones. If his heart hadn’t shattered in its entirety before, it certainly does now. He opens his mouth to say more, but he realizes he’s not even sure what he wants to say. He can’t reassure you. He can’t even reassure himself.

A knock at your door pulls him begrudgingly from this private moment. An attendant calls out to him, "Your Highness, we should leave before it gets much later."

“They can wait,” Sidon speaks, turning back towards you, not wanting to leave you after such devastating news. You smile softly, shaking your head.

“No they can’t, my darling,” you gently return. He knows it, you know it. His royal duties, his people must always come first. You’ve never quibbled with him about this, something he deeply admires about you.

Sidon presses a deep, lingering kiss to your lips. He can taste the salt of your tears, the salt of his own. He hadn’t even realized he’d shed any until the soft pads of your thumbs wipe them from his cheeks. He gazes at you underneath his furrowed brow, memorizing the features of your lovely face. If you dissolve into moonlight while he’s gone, he would never forgive himself for not kissing you one last time.

“Wait for me,” he breathes when he pulls back, “We'll figure this- something out.” You nod, leaning your forehead against his and closing your eyes. Desperately, Sidon wishes he didn’t have to leave. Not in the middle of such an important conversation.

“I should be no more than a few days,” he promises, giving you one final kiss before he wrenches himself from you and reluctantly slips out of your room. He doesn’t dare look back, knowing your melancholy gaze will destroy him if he does.

***

Sidon's diplomatic meeting with the Rito was a success, though it was mostly just a formality. The Zora and Rito are already on quite friendly terms, so he wasn't too concerned in the first place. The entire trip, however, his mind was preoccupied with you, with marriage, with grief. He's mulled over every possible solution. He contemplates further arguments with his father, knowing full-well that he won’t win them. But for you, it’s most certainly worth a try. He thinks about running away with you, eloping under the light of the moon, starting a new life on some remote island, far away from everything. But he knows he couldn’t leave his people behind, and he is certain that you won’t let him. Sidon could refuse to marry anyone at all, but that would mean he couldn’t be with you. But wouldn’t it be better to live his life alone if he can’t live it with you?

These thoughts swirl endlessly around his mind, a vortex of confusion and possibility. Nothing seems right. He loves you. No one else. He can’t imagine loving someone else. Or growing to love someone else. Up until now, Sidon has imagined spending the rest of his life with you. Of proposing marriage to you, in the customary Hylian fashion. Starting a family together, running the Zora kingdom together. Growing old with one another. Nights spent gazing up at the stars, held close in one another’s arms. Mornings waking up in your warm embrace.

With his father’s decision, all hope Sidon had of making a life with you has been dashed. On his journey home, he tries to come up with some sort of solution, but as the Zora kingdom draws nearer and nearer, the Prince frustratingly comes up with nothing useful.

***

An attendant greets Sidon on the bridge leading into the palace, handing off a small slip of paper before dashing off again. The Prince unfolds the note, recognizing your handwriting immediately. “Meet me in our usual spot,” it reads, followed by a small heart and the first letter of your name. Sidon politely excuses himself from his fellow travelers and bolts off to meet you, hoping that you haven’t been waiting long for him.

By the time Sidon reaches Toto Lake, the moon is hovering high in the night sky, casting swathes of silver light across all of Hyrule. Its reflection wavers on the surface of the lake as Sidon’s keen eyes search for you. He spots you in the lake’s center, gliding through the water, every stroke disrupting the liquid mirror around you. The lake appears to envelope your form, encompassing you almost lovingly. Toto holds so many memories for Sidon. It’s where he sought solace after his sister’s passing. Where he found peace during the devastating years that Calamity Ganon reigned. The temperate waters have provided shelter in his most distressing times. It’s also where Sidon first pledged himself to you, promising his heart to you. And where you promised yours to him. A sacred, secret promise.

Sidon watches you for a moment. You cling to the crumbling ruins in the lake’s center, gazing up at the distant, twinkling stars above, not seeming to have noticed him yet. Crickets chirp in harmony with the nearby ribbits of hot-footed frogs, hiding stealthily amongst the scattered lily pads near the shore. Sidon wonders if this is the last time he’s ever going to see you, a thought that pierces his heart like a vicious barb. He can’t help but notice the pile of bags and personal items that you’ve left in the nearby clearing, like you’re prepared to travel a great distance.

Sidon is pulled from this painful thought when you wave to him, having finally noticed him lingering there. He waves back, somewhat apprehensive, but collects himself before diving into the lake. Sidon swiftly cuts through the water, desperate to reach you, the red of his fin cresting the surface of the lake. He wonders if he’ll reach you in time before the moon summons you home again.

“My darling,” you exhale as he reaches you, pulling you into his embrace and holding you close. You cling to Sidon, the gentle thrum of your heart against his chest reinvigorating him after his long journey home. Why do you puzzle-piece so perfectly into his form? It seems like a cruel, cosmic joke that you would fit so neatly, so completely in Sidon’s arms.

“You’re leaving?” he questions, pulling back to meet your sorrowful gaze. Gently, his large hand cups your cheek, one thumb smoothing over your soft skin. You lean your head to the side, letting your eyelids flutter shut as you press a tender kiss into the palm of his hand.

“I must,” you state just barely above a whisper, a quiver in your voice that threatens to shatter Sidon’s already fragile calm, “I heard word around the palace that your bride-to-be arrives tomorrow.”

This is news to Sidon, news that washes waves of vertigo and anxiety over him. They threaten to drown him, pummel him into the silt and sand until he is nothing more than a smoothed over shell, tossed about in the surf. Sidon steadies himself, taking a deep breath, using your pleasant scent, your warmth as an anchor to this moment. Your cheeks are flushed and when you open your eyes once again, Sidon can tell that you’ve been crying, though you shed no tears in front of him. He wants to beg you to stay, to beseech the moon above and bargain that you might grace him just a little longer with your presence. What would it take for the heavenly bodies to allow you just a few hours longer with him?

“I will not accept that all we’re meant to be are star-crossed lovers,” Sidon states passionately, his tone filled with a steady resolve, “I cannot accept it. Was it not here that I pledged myself to you? And you to me? Was it not here that we promised our hearts to one another?”

“Aren’t we more than just crossing tides?” he finishes. You contemplate this for a moment, before leaning your forehead against his. Beneath the cool sheen of water on your skin, Sidon feels the heat of your blood flowing strong through your veins. Your strength, your poise in this painful time serves as an example to him. He is always put together, always princely and regal. You let him fall apart, without judgement. Sidon can feel his composure fracture at your next words.

“I think we come from the same ancient waters,” you begin, your hands coming to rest on either side of his face, “In some primordial sea, we rode the same tides. Perhaps someday, we shall again. But maybe this time around, we are only meant to flow together briefly, before we part.”

“This cannot be,” Sidon whispers, voice wavering and tears beginning to roll down his cheekbones,“I feel your spirit ebb and flow inside of me. You inhabit me in a way that no one else ever has.”

“I am with you, always. My soul is woven into every fiber of your being. And yours, mine,” you return, and with your exhale, warm tears flow from your bright eyes, “Sidon, I love you, body and soul.”

He can take no more. Sidon crashes his lips into yours, feverish and desperate. You drape your arms over his shoulders, press yourself tightly to him. Perhaps the gracious moon will allow the two of you to merge, to live out the remainders of your lives as one being, one body, one soul.

You wrap your legs around his waist, resting on his narrow hips while he grips your supple thighs. You’re bare to him already, your naked form bathed in silver moonlight. You are glorious, mesmerizing. A bright star, fallen to earth so that Sidon might marvel at your beauty, your mystery before you ascend to your place carved out in the heavens once again.

Sidon can feel his arousal growing as you palm his bulge, claspers pressing against his sheathe. Your warm tongue languidly explores his mouth, breath fanning softly against him. His hands smooth over your slick curves, worshipping every part of you. He commits the plushness of your body to memory, stores your soft moans and tiny gasps so that he might recall them later, in his loneliest hours. The way you breathe his name is holy and nearly brings him to his knees.

“My darling, my pearl,” he whimpers pathetically as you trail kiss after searing kiss along his jawline and down his neck. Your teeth leave their bittersweet marks in his flesh, his talons dragging down your back, agonizing and delightful all at once.

"I will bear your marks for all of time,” he announces, voice husky and low, “And know that I am yours, and you are mine."

“I am yours always. Sidon,” you coo, hand massaging torturously slow over his painful bulge, “In this lifetime, and the next. In all that we should ever exist in together. And even those that we do not.”

Sidon’s fingers tangle in the wet strands of your hair, tugging as he tilts your head so he can have better access to the tender spot of flesh behind your ear. He luxuriates in the lyrical moans that flutter from your lips as he nibbles and sucks at your sensitive skin. His warm tongue drags along your neck, goosebumps appearing in his wake. Your excitement fuels him, thrills him like nothing else does. His fingers find his way to your slick folds, running its length, dousing himself with you.

He can’t contain himself any longer, his claspers freeing themselves from their sheathe. You're quick to grasp one, pumping slow and rhythmic.

“Sidon, please, allow me,” you entreat, your doe-eyed glance up at him only spurring on his arousal. He releases his grip on you, gently setting you back in the water and letting you push him onto a nearby ledge of the ruins. If his people saw him now- oh, the very thought. How un-princely of him- an idea that inexplicably excites him. Prince Sidon- always so put together. Always so collected and proper. Prince Sidon- with the lips of a Hylian warrior, a celestial goddess, around one cock and her hand wrapped around the other.

Your tongue swirls around his swollen tip, making him throw his head back in overwhelming pleasure as you doubly stimulate him. Your hand strokes him at one speed, while your mouth works at another, before you fall into a rhythm with both. Every once in a while, you pause to lick a stripe up either shaft, before diving back in once again. Desperate to have you near, Sidon weaves the fingers of your free hand with his own and grips tight. You squeeze back, letting him know you’re still present, though you seem happily preoccupied with both of his cocks.

“Oh, you work miracles, my love,” he groans, chest heavy with pleasure. He stays your hand, lets you work with just your mouth on one of his claspers. It would bring him no greater pleasure than to come inside you, he explains.

“Your wish is my command, my prince,” you impishly return, mischief glinting in your eyes. You only ever call him, “Prince,” in court, when you have to be more formal. Or in private, when you want to tease him. An electric pulse runs through the length of Sidon’s body at your devilish gaze. You grasp his thighs, nails digging into his flesh. The sensation sends waves of pleasure through him. As your head bobs up and down, Sidon tries his best not to buck his hips into you, but it’s so very difficult. The coil in his core tightens, threatening to snap at any moment. And when it finally does, you help him ride out the electrifying pulses of his first orgasm that night.

***

A burst of salt hits the back of your throat. Bright brine graces your tongue. Your chest feels warm as you swallow, like your body is trying to imbue itself with Sidon. Like you're trying to weave him into every fiber of your being. His ragged breath is music to your ears as you slide your mouth off him. With a wet pop you release him, a string of spit connecting him to you. A connection tenderly wiped away by one of Sidon’s massive thumbs. When you glance up at him, his eyes are dark with lust, slitted pupils wide in pools of molten gold. Sidon’s cheeks are rosy and his body temperature warm, so very warm compared to his usual chill.

You hardly have a moment to catch your breath before Sidon draws you up to him, smashing his lips against yours. Your nails dig into the hard muscles of his back, his streamlined body pressed so deliciously against yours. Your heat is throbbing, every ounce of you heavy with arousal. Carefully, Sidon flips you over, laying you ever so gently on the slab of rock beneath. Your head is cradled by some of the snaking ivy growing on these ancient ruins. Sidon gazes down at you, eyes glimmering in the night. His look is one of curiosity, awe. Though he’s seen you bare to him so many times before, he looks at you like it’s the first time.

“I am at your mercy,” he hushes, sweeping strands of your hair out of your face, before leaning down to tenderly press his lips to yours. He lays kiss-upon-kiss over your cheeks, down your neck, along your collarbone. Featherlight, he trails his lips down your chest, suckling gently on each of the pert buds of your nipples. His sharp teeth graze them softly before he makes his way down your abdomen. His hands knead your hips, cup and massage your breasts as his mouth reaches your heat. He wouldn’t dare tease you, but he can’t help nibbling at your thighs a bit, leaving little love-bites in his wake. After a moment of reveling in your plush inner-thighs, Sidon turns his attention to your pussy. His tongue is languid, warm, as he drags it along your folds. The moan that escapes your lips is salacious. You hear Sidon growl with excitement. He flicks his gilded gaze up at you before he softly kisses the sensitive nub of your clit.

Sidon dives into you, lapping up your arousal like it’s his lifeblood. Like he simply cannot survive without the taste of you. He savors you, tongue slowly circling your clit, testing your entrance. You squirm under the firm grasp he has on your hips, bucking into him, causing him to chuckle at your eagerness. He hoists your legs over his broad shoulders, burying his head deeper into you. Sidon drinks you in like he’s parched. With each of your tiny mewls, you feel Sidon’s happy hums reverberating through your body.

“Sidon, please,” you whine, smoothing one hand over the sleek fin atop his head, “I need to feel you in me.”

He withdraws, the cool night air hitting your overheated folds surprising you. You gasp at its harshness, but Sidon is quick to replace the loss of heat with his hand, palming your sensitive pussy. When his lips meet yours, he tastes of you.

“My darling, I’m yours. Entirely, completely. Every part of me. All parts of my soul,” he promises, his voice filled with conviction, with an aching passion.

“I am yours, Sidon,” you return, breathless and longing, “Forever and always.”

Tenderly, he spreads your legs, letting you wrap them around his waist, placing a large hand on the small of your back to help angle you. The stars overhead seem so close, so clear, like you’re encompassed in an endless dome of them.

“Are you ready, my love?” Sidon asks, his cheeks flushed, breaths laborious. You nod enthusiastically, more than ready for him. He’s so slick, he slips into you with more ease than you expect. But he’s so big, you can feel him stretching out your entrance. He goes slow, gentle, allowing you ample time to adjust. Every few moments he asks if you’re alright. You stabilize yourself, arms slung around his chest, hands resting on his sinewy back. He’s cool to the touch, a sheen of water over his skin.

With one of Sidon’s cock’s inside you, the other rests against your stomach. It’s hard again already, having recovered fast from your earlier ministrations. You grasp it gently, pumping rhythmically with Sidon’s rocking motions. A sultry moan falls from his lips at this double stimulation.

Sidon grinds slow and shallow for a while, before pressing deeper into you. You let go of the clasper resting against your stomach, allowing it to rest against you. With every pump into you, Sidon’s cock presses against the soft pad of your cervix. The pleasure is intense, your body quivering with each voltaic charge Sidon pulses into you. The heat generated between you is overwhelming, your bodies trying so desperately to merge into one. Your fingernails dig into his back, his talons into your thighs. Sidon buries his head into the crook of your neck, suckling little bruises, marking you. He delights in the way your breasts bounce with every motion.

Goddess, please, let the moonlight fuse us into one, he begs, but he knows this cannot be. The two of you try your very best to do it yourselves.

As Sidon grinds into you, the grip you have on his back prompts him to pick up his pace.

“My darling, my pearl,” he manages to whisper, his breathing heavy, “You are, and always shall be, the light of my life.”

“You are my moon, my stars, my light in the darkness,” you return, voice constrained by the taut coil in your core. Your walls quake around Sidon’s quivering cock.

“Ha,” he huffs, pounding harder into you, “So close, my darling.”

And so are you, but you can’t speak. For a moment later, the straining coil in you springs loose. Sidon’s name echoes through the clearing, a prayer in this ancient water temple. You cream around Sidon’s cock as he falls apart, his pace erratic as his hot cum fills your cunt. You feel even more paint your stomach, threads coating your abdomen from his other cock. Sidon calls out your name, a hymn to match yours. Sidon wonders if the moon hears the adoration, the infinite love in his voice. You know it does.

When you’ve milked him for everything he’s worth, when he’s spent himself entirely inside you and on you, you pull Sidon down, crashing your lips into his. Feverishly, the two of you press kiss after kiss to one another, heated and yearning. You let the silence wash over you, grateful for the cool night breeze on your overheated bodies. After a while, Sidon gently pulls out of you, cock slick with your combined efforts. He pulls you into his embrace, cradling you in his arms. You belong here, enveloped by him. Enveloping him. How could the Goddess be so cruel to make you fit so perfectly, only to take you away from him?

“Leave in the morning,” Sidon begs, pressing a small kiss to the corner of your lip, “Please, stay one more night. Besides, it’s not safe.”

You shake your head, a rueful smile on your lips and sorrow in your eyes, “If I don’t leave now, it’ll be that much harder for me to leave tomorrow. And don’t worry, Zelda has sent forth people to retrieve me. They’ll be here within the hour. I’ll be okay.”

Sidon’s heart can’t drop anymore, but if it could, it certainly would. He’s not sure what he expected to feel after everything that’s happened. The depth of his melancholy is too great for him to understand at the moment. It will take time for him to process. He doesn’t feel numb. No, instead he savors your embrace. He holds you close, littering your face with kisses, gently stroking your back while you rub small circles into his. If he could live in this moment forever, he would.

A horn blows in the distance, drawing the two of you out of your tender sanctuary in time. In the distance, you see lights on the bridge of the palace. It’s a Hylian caravan of guards, no doubt from the palace. No doubt sent here for you. You cling to Sidon’s back as he swims the two of you to shore.

“I wish you could whisk me away on your back. I wish we could just keep swimming and not look back,” you murmur to him, laying a gentle kiss on his fin.

“I do, too,” is all he can manage, trying so very hard not to shed any more tears. You dress quickly and Sidon helps you gather all your things. These are your last moments together. The bitter sweetness sticks in Sidon’s chest, viscous like tree sap, clinging to his ribs. Hand-in-hand you walk back down the cliff side and make your way to the bridge. Just out of sight of the Hylian caravan, you pull Sidon aside and lay your lips against his one more time. Your kiss is passionate and conveys every immense bit of your love for him. He hopes you can feel the same from him.

When you pull back, your eyes are filled with adoration. And his with sorrow and love. You smile softly.

"The sea will carry us to one another,” you begin, tears trickling down your cheeks, “Time and again. I will find you in the next life, where our tides will be one and the same."

Sidon leans his forehead against yours, allowing his tears to fall freely.

“My heart belongs to you, always,” he breathes, “You reside in me, sheltered and safe.”

“You will always find a home in my heart,” you return, pressing one final kiss to his lips. Your hand lingers in his for a moment, before it slips from his grasp. Prince Sidon of the Zora watches your form grow smaller and smaller on the horizon, before it disappears behind the cliff sides, and he is left alone once again.

A/N: Okay, don’t get me wrong, I actually think Lady Yona is adorable and I have all sorts of plans for some OC/Sidon/Link/Yona headcanons and drawings. But I couldn’t resist writing some Sidon/Reader angst!!!!!! Oh gosh, if I ever decide to do a follow up, there's just too many good options. a) Sidon refuses the arranged marriage and declares that he's marrying you, against his father's wishes b) Sidon decides to runaway with you and you live out the rest of your lives on a secluded island c) Sidon goes through with the marriage and you go your separate ways or, perhaps my favorite option, d) you, and Sidon, and Link, AND Yona become a happy little polycule because that would be adorable and wonderful (and I've said it before, but I'll say it again, if you know me, you know I love anything poly!!!!!!) Thank you so much for reading! This was a delight to write, though it definitely filled me with a lot of sadness. As always, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Hope you are all doing amazing! Lots of love 💜

#the legend of zelda #prince sidon #totk spoilers #sidon x reader #prince sidon x reader #loz: botw #Loz: totk #spicy #lemon #angst and smut #dani writes #my writing #loz fanfiction

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silverinkbottle · 1 year ago

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Oh I already have plot bunnies going for darling, but sad/frustrated Sanji

#opla sanji #opla spoilers #opla x reader #opla sanji x reader #angst and smut

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readychilledwine · 9 months ago

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Me needing a smut break

Tiktok - first video that pops up

Me - "fiiiiiiiine I'll write it."

#acotar #to be an oc or a reader fic though #elizabeths.updates #we like angst #angst and smut

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sandwitchstories · 4 months ago

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Kintsugi - Gojo Satoru x Reader

Hello Hello! Many thanks to the over 300 people who voted in the poll for what story should be next! Gojo x Reader who is Geto sister is the prompt that won the poll. After the wait, here is my gift to you! To read it on AO3 click here ! Summary: After battling a curse reader comes face to face with her older brother. It has been 5 years since she has seen his face. 5 years since he commited heinous crimes. Overcome with emotions reader struggles to deal with being nothing more than collateral damage to her brother. Luckily reader is married to Gojo who knows just how to help her put the pieces of herself back together

Author's note: The title of Kintsugi is a reference to the Japanese art form that involves repairing broken pottery using lacquer dusted with powdered gold to fill in the cracks. I have always loved that the philosophy behind Kintsugi is that broken objects are not worthless and that their brokeness adds to their beauty and their history.

WC: 3k+

CW: MDNI, smut, afab terms used to describe reader's sexy bits, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, smut, angst, and more!

Y/N stood in the aftermath of battle staring her older brother dead in the eyes. Suguru Geto had lost his way. Become disillusioned and full of hate. And yet she missed him… even knowing the heinous crimes he had committed. Even knowing their own parents were some of his first victims… some ridiculous part of her still wanted to run to him like she always had when they were younger…

Suguru stared at his sister, taking her in. It had been 5 years since he had last seen her. She still wore pants instead of skirts, she had since she was a child. Gone was the little girl with pigtails chasing after him desperately trying to keep up, wanting to be involved in every single thing he did. Gone was the teenager with a chip on her shoulder and a smile on her face, giving him a high five before she went on a mission with her classmates, Nanami and Haibara.

Now she stood before him as a grown woman. A beautiful woman with a strong curse power he could sense from where he stood. Y/N was bloodied, injured, and looked so, so, tired. It pissed him off. Infuriated him to an even deadly degree than normal. To see his younger sister…his baby sister… standing before him so beaten down from defending these worthless monkeys…

“Big brother…” Y/N said his name, her eyes filling with tears at his unexpected appearance.

“Hey there, little sister,” he said with a smile on his face, one hand in his pocket, the other giving a wave.

“Why are you here?” She asked.

He was surprised not to see disgust on her face. He knew she still felt a need to protect those worthless monkeys. Ideals drummed into their heads by their parents since birth. Poor misguided souls.

“I happened to be nearby and recognized your magic,” he said. “You've only gotten more beautiful and more powerful since I last saw you, runt.”

“I don't know what to say to you right now,” she said, her lips beginning to tremble. He could see she was clearly struggling with many different emotions coursing through her veins.

“Just say what’s on your mind, like you always have. Why hold back now, little sister?”

“As mad as I am at you… I miss you so much, stupid!!” Y/N started crying, not bothering to wipe her tears or cover her face. Her tears streaked through the blood and dirt on her face. “There are so many things going on you should be with me for!”

“I am of no use standing beside you in that world with its backwards ideals.”

“Dammit, Suguru! I'm not talking about Jujutsu Society!! I'm talking about in MY life!” Y/N snapped at him, raising her voice in anger, hands clenched into fists at her sides. Into fists so tight her nails were leaving crimson crescents on her palm. She was lashing out in pain… in desperation to stop harboring these feelings deep within her soul… in absolute gut wrenching agony that turned into broken sobs torn from her very soul. “You have missed so many things!! Years of things you should have been there for… and despite it all… despite knowing who you have become… I have wished you were there… wanted you there…”

Suguru didn't know what to say. He missed her too and often wondered how she was. But their values and ideals were far too different for their relationship to have stayed the same.

As she lifted a hand to wipe angrily at the tears on her face he noticed the sunlight hitting her left hand where a wedding band now decorated her finger. He decided to change the subject and smiled at her, “I am glad to see you have married. Tell me. Is he a jujutsu sorcerer as well?”

“Do you really even care?” She asked him, giving him a sad smile. No matter what he answered with, she knew the truth was he absolutely did not.

“I care deeply about sorcerers. Especially you,” he told her.

She shook her head. “Big brother… how could you? How could you go against everything we have been taught our whole lives? Everything our family has strived for for generations… those innocent people-”

“Innocent?!” He gave a mocking laugh. “They had two little girls captive and abused for having curse power. Does that sound innocent to you?”

“And all 112 people in that village were guilty of those sins?” Y/N asked.

“Those with indifference are just as guilty as those with the blood on their hands,” he told her.

“And our parents?”

“We got our abilities from our grandparents. They were monkeys. Yes, I loved them but I could not spare them. What kind of leader would that make me, to slaughter other monkey parents but not my own?”

“I can't forgive what you have done…” she said, shaking her head and wiping angrily at her tears again. She looked at him for a few moments before she swallowed the lump in her throat and asked him one last question. “Do you have any idea what it feels like to grieve for my brother… even though he is alive?”

“You wouldn’t have to grieve for me if you came to your senses, baby sister,” he put his hands up and shrugged.

“Me come to my senses?” She roared in anger.

He knew her sorrow would eventually give way to fury. It always did. Y/N was a hot blooded and hot headed individual, she always had been. He felt her curse energy beginning to pulse within her and around her. “I do not want to hurt you, Y/N. I did not come here intending to raise my hands to you but I will not stand idly by and be attacked either. After All, I hear you are a special grade yourself now.”

“Don’t patronize me, you shit head!” she snarled.

“Very well then. Let's see if you're a match for me yet, runt. I’m even willing to make a deal. If I win, I will give you the choice of dying or joining my new family and being part of the new world I am creating with the chosen people!”

“If the choices are to live a life that's a lie or die being true to my heart, I will take the latter any day,” she said, her long hair starting to flurry around her. “I will make no deals with you.”

“Very well then, little sister. So be it. I won't hold back. Let's see how strong you have gotten. At the very least can you negate my attacks with your own?” Suguru asked, his hair lifting with his power.

“I won't know if I don't try!” She said, “I love you, brother. But you are a stranger and a murder and I shall take no mercy on someone who deliberately targets the weak.”

Suguru felt a bit sad as his sister was on her knees looking up at him. Her curse power was already low from her previous battle, but she still had managed to give him a rather hard time. Sadly though, this was the end.

“While I am very impressed with how much you have grown, unfortunately this is the end of the line. Goodbye, baby sister.” He said as he moved to come down with the death blow.

It never connected, a blur went past him, manifesting a few yards away to be Satoru Gojo, now standing there staring at him with fury radiating off of him, holding Y/N’s beaten and almost limp body in his arms.

“Just what the fuck is going on here?” Satoru demanded.

“It is between me and my sister, Satoru. As we have told you before, stay out of it,” Suguru told him nonchalantly.

“Not a chance in hell,” Gojo told him, holding Y/N's body, cradling her close.

“Satoru…” she said weakly, struggling to keep conscious with a bleeding head wound that Suguru had managed to inflict upon her.

“Relax. I'm here. He can't hurt you any more,” Gojo said. “I won't let him.”

“Why have you always insisted on getting involved in our family problems?” Suguru asked with a disgusted sigh.

“When we were younger it was for the hell of it,” Gojo replied.

“And now?”

“Now, anything that involves my wife involves me as well. And seeing my wife hurt like this… by her big brother of all people… that pisses me off.”

“Well, now I know why you didn't tell me who you married,” Suguru addressed his sister. He summoned his crane, standing on its foot. As he lifted into the air he looked down at Gojo and Y/N, leaving them with some parting words. “I will see you both again soon. Until then… take care of her, Satoru. Love her like she deserves.”

“I don't need you to tell me that,” Satoru glared, letting Suguru escape once again. He couldn’t bring himself to kill his best friend. And more importantly, his wife was badly injured. Y/N was always his priority.

He looked down at Y/N in his arms in desperate need of medical attention. “I'm gonna warp us to Shoko, princess. Just hang on.”

Y/N sat in her bed at home, arms wrapped around her knees, lost in thought. Shoko had healed her physical wounds, but nothing could heal the ones on her heart. Her brother was truly lost to her. There was no coming back for him. Not after today. She knew for certain that if for any reason she fell weak to her brother that Satoru would not let that bastard come back into their lives.

“Hey, princess. I thought you were still asleep,” Satoru said as he sauntered into their room, yawning. He ran one hand through his hair while the other rubbed his muscled abs.

“No, I got up a little while ago. Thoughts are too heavy to get back to sleep,” she told him with a weak smile.

“Anything I can do to help?” he asked, plopping down next to her.

“I don’t know,” she said softly. “I feel like everything is too much and I’m broken into a million pieces.”

Satoru wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a tight hug where she rested her head on his shoulder and her body against his. He kissed her head and wrapped his arms tighter around her. “If you need to fall apart, go for it. I’m right here with you.”

Y/N kissed his shoulder gently. “My eyes and my face already hurt from crying so much. I don’t think I have any tears left inside of me.”

Satoru cupped the back of her head and kissed her forehead. He may be the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer of the times, but when it came to healing his wife’s broken heart he was completely powerless. “I don’t know how to make this better, but if I can tell me and I will do it.”

“You already are,” she nudged her forehead against his lips for another kiss before tilting her head back to look up at him.

Y/N loved being home with Satoru. Not just because he had an incredible body and tended to live in his boxers and an occasional take top. Not just because they could do whatever they wanted to wherever they wanted to in the privacy of their own home.

When they were at home, Satoru ditched the blindfold and sunglasses. At home, Y/N got to look into his pretty blue eyes directly and see the love he had for her that she felt so strongly from him all the time. She smiled at him. “I love you.”

“Hey, what a coincidence, I love you too,” he grinned, kissing her again.

She didn’t want to talk any more. She didn’t want to cry any more. She didn’t want to feel all the things any more. All she wanted was for everything to fall away for a while, and she knew the perfect way to get there.

Y/N put a hand on the back of his head, fingers running through his undercut as she kissed him several more times. She adjusted her position slightly to be leaning more against him and her leg was thrown more over his and pressing up into his groin with a nudge.

Satoru groaned and nipped her bottom lip. He let out a slow breath that was almost a hiss as her fingernails dragged down the back of his neck. “Do you know what you are doing to me…”

“I do. Very much so,” she gave him a smirk before moving to kiss his jaw and suck a mark on his neck while his hands moved on her body, one was cupping and squeezing the asscheek that belonged to the leg thrown over his. The other traveled the planes of his muscular back.

She licked up his neck making him shiver, smirking against his pale skin before moving on to his ear. He let out a low noise, almost a growl as she traced the shell of his ear with her tongue. She nipped the lobe before whispering in his ear words that she knew would make her husband go absolutely feral which was her ultimate goal. “I’m already wet for you, Satoru.”

He groaned pulling her closer and kissing her passionately, rocking his hard cock against her knee. “Is that so? Can you feel how hard you’ve got me, baby?”

“Mmhmm,” she answered, running nails down his body from his shoulder to the top of his boxers before moving her hand to cup his cock. She nipped his lobe again before issuing her desire. “Fuck me, Satoru. Fuck all the pieces back into place and remind me there is beautiful things in this world.”

“Always,” he said as his fingers dug into her body. “Happily”

As usual, undressing with Satoru was a super speed blur. It almost always felt like she blinked and the cloth barriers were gone. The exceptions being the times he slowly peeled off her layers. This was not one of those times. This was something different.

Satoru kissed Y/N passionately as they laid on their sides facing each other, kissing. He hoisted her leg up over his hip before sliding his hand up her thigh until it connected with his final destination between her legs. He smirked as she cried out, holding him closer when his fingers began pumping her.

“Gods you were right you are so fucking wet,” he groaned, easily working two, then 3 fingers into Y/N’s slick tunnel. “Your pussy is already desperate for my cock, huh?”

“Very desperate,” she said, kissing him in a frenzied manner as she rode his hand, his thumb torturing he clit as he fucked her with his fingers. “Want to feel you inside me. Please. Hurry.”

He groaned, kissing her passionately before removing his fingers and lining up his cock. He ran the swollen head back and forth on her slit until it caught on her opening. In one move he rolled them so she wound up straddling him and impaled on his cock.

Y/N cried out his name at the sudden position change and fullness. His cock was kissing her cervix, filling her so completely. “Oh fuck, Toru!”

He grabbed onto her hip with one arm and wrapped the other around her waist. He held her tight against him and fucked up into her at a harsh pace, pounding into her with force. The feel of being inside of his wife was euphoric. Her pussy was so soft, hot, tight and wet on his cock. But he was far from done. He slowed his thrusts and returned his hips to the mattress laughing at the almost desperate and devastated look on his wife’s face.

“We’re far from done here, princess,” he said, pulling her down into a kiss. “But right now I want you to ride my cock. You’ve got me so hard, baby.”

Y/N splayed her hands on his chest to support himself as she began to move. She started with a slow rocking and grinding of her hips against him. She smirked down at him as she started to lift more and more until just his tip was inside her still, and then dropping to take him fully inside her again.

She bit her lip as she stared down into his flushed face. His beautiful eyes focused solely on her, hazy with lust. He looked so sexy beneath her, lost in the pleasure of her riding him. She leaned down to kiss him. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

“Hey, that’s my line!” he teased, kissing her back. His hands moved from her thighs to her hips to her ass, cupping and squeezing. He pressed her down, lifting his hips to grind his cock up into her. He leaned up, sucking on a nipple before letting it go with a pop and laying back against the mattress.

Y/N arched her eyebrow at her husband as he laid back down against the mattress and crossed his arms behind his head. “What are you doing, Satoru?”

He grinned at her. “I’m waiting for you to ride me like you mean it, princess.”

“I haven’t been?” she arched an eyebrow.

“Nah, I know you can do better,” he grinned. He moved one hand from behind his head to between their bodies, his thumb running over her clit and pressing down, making her whimper and rock on him. His grin was even more shit eating after her reaction. “Fuck yourself on my cock until you cum, and then I’ll fuck you like I know you want, princess. I wanna watch that pretty face of your when you cum on me, with your tits bouncing.”

Y/N moaned at his words and started rocking her hips even faster, grinding her clit into his thumb. “More…”

“More?” he asked, moving his thumb a little faster. “You want me to say more princess?”

“Mmmhmm,” she said, biting her lip as she looked down at him.

“Move faster, I love feeling the way your pussy grips my cock… that’s it, there you go… shit, baby you are so hot and tight… you feel so good… riding me so well… shit, yeah just like that… fuck, you look amazing on top of me…”

Y/N cried out as she rode herself into her orgasm. She threw her head back as she came, pulsing and creaming on his thick cock. Satoru groaned as he felt her clamp down. He was fighting back the urge to cum already watching her and feeling her.

Y/N moved one hand behind her to cup and squeeze his balls as she rode him through her orgasm. “Fuck baby, I can feel you fighting it, don’t fight it…”

Satoru’s mouth was hanging slightly ajar, breath catching in his throat. The craft witch knew exactly how to get what she wanted out of him. “You’re gonna make me cum.

“Cum for me, Toru. Fill me up,” she said, her still head lolling back in pleasure as she rode the aftershocks of her orgasm.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, hands moving to grab her hips and slam them together until he came, spilling his seed inside her hot, tight canal.

Y/N panted, leaning over Satoru and kissing him. She laid her head on his chest, feeling his arms wrapped around her. “Damn, Toru… that was so good…”

Her eyebrows shot up as she felt his cock twitch inside her. “Uh…”

“We are far from done,” he smirked. “On your knees, princess. Right fucking now.”

Y/N climbed off of him and let him move before she assumed the position. She was grateful when Satoru grabbed 2 of his pillows and shoved them under her for support. Even in the throes of passion Satoru made sure she was okay.

All thoughts but of that precise moment fled when she felt Satoru spread her cheeks before she felt his thumbs running down the inner side of her pussy lips. He spread her pussy open, his gaze was fire on her most private parts.

“So fucking sexy the way my cum is dripping out of you,” he said, taking a finger to gather some of it and push it back in. “You like it when I cum in you huh? You like creampies, baby girl?”

“Mmmhmm,” she said, head laying on the mattress but turned to the side so she could look up at him. “Love them.”

He grunted in approval, spreading her lips to watch her clench around nothing, to watch their mixed cum dripping from her well used hole. “I do too. Your pretty little cunt looks so good, full of my cum.”

Y/N groaned as she felt him smack her pussy a few times with his hard cock, hitting the head right onto her clit. “More… I want more…”

“Aw, do you want me to fuck you again, baby?” he purred, leaning over her to kiss her passionately. “Use your words baby. I want to hear you say it. Beg for it.”

“Please, baby, please,” she moaned, no hesitation. “More, I want more of your cock. More of your cum. Please, please fuck my pussy.”

Satoru straightened up on his knees, grabbing her hips and slamming her back onto his cock. He grinned as she keened out his name loudly, followed by a string of curse words as he pounded into her relentlessly. “Fuuuuuck, you feel so good, Y/N. This cunt knows who it belongs to. This pussy knows who gets to fuck it.”

“You, Toru! Only you!” she cried out her fists were white knuckle tangled in the sheets as he pounded into her. “Only you!”

“That’s right, only me,” he said as he continued to pound into her. He pressed one hand on her back and the other tangled in her hair, pulling her head up and back. “I want to hear you, baby. Don’t hide those pretty little noises from me.”

Y/N’s eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth hanging open and drool in the corners. She let out lewd, down right vulgar noises as he fucked into her at a break neck speed. Her troubles were far from her mind.

She was secure in the knowledge that while she may just be collateral damage to her older brother, she was the most precious thing in the world to Satoru. In her husband’s arms she could let go completely, of everything, and fall apart however she needed to, whenever she need to. In her husband's arms she could forget about the world and lose herself in them, in him.

She knew without a doubt that Satoru would always be there to catch her when she fell apart and he would help her put the pieces of herself back into place again. It did not matter how many times she shattered, he would always there, loving her through it all. Reminding her that the pain would not last forever, as he held her in his arms and filled the cracks it left behind with the shining gold that was his love.

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jamneuromain · 2 years ago

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Lie Still, Look Pretty

Steve Rogers x You (Reader), no use of Y/N

Summary: All you need to do is lie still, look pretty <3

Warning: TW: Non-con/Rape, vaginal sex, mention of no protection, mean!Steve, Stepson!Steve, dark!Steve, degradation, mention of cheating, explicit language, implied step-cest, angst and smut

A/N: this was supposed to be a lovely idea inspired by @rogerswifesblog but I dunno where it started taking a darker turn skjskjskjsksjkjsjs

“No – no marks, please.” You beg as Steve sucks another bruise on your neck.

“I’ll do ever the fuck I want.” He pants by your ear, before straightening his upper body and ramming into you once more. His large hands gripping your love handle like an iron clad, the cute little dimples on your waist that he used to compliment and tickle you. Pulling your body back to meet his thick shaft, gripping harder as his shaft twitched in your snug channels, slapping hard on your ass. The loud spank ringing in your ear.

You know.

You know Steve hates it when you tell him to do something.

Your cries and moans end up in the soft bedding, the soft yet thickly woven Egyptian cotton sheets.

You should be grateful that they don’t stain easily. Even with your tears, your saliva, your sweat, your slick, and his cum. Even when he had jerked off to your face, splattering it with his cum, and some dripped to the sheets. Even the countless times he ejaculated on your body, wiping his dick on your skin like a cumrag, because he claimed you are softer than towels or any cloth there was, and you accidentally rubbed your tainted skin on the sheets to get up.

Even so, you need to change the sheets after this. And before your … before Joseph gets home.

And a shower too. Before Joseph gets home. And hope Steve won’t leave any marks for Joseph to notice.

If you could just end this. If you could get away enough to cover yourself with clothes. Sheets. Anything.

Anything to keep you from him.

Steve sneers at your attempt to crawl out of his grip, “we aren’t even close to finishing.” Thrust. “Dear mommy.”

You always thought you heard of it enough to be hurt by the word again.

You were proven wrong every time. This time too.

Tears quickly fill the brim of your eyes, falling silently. Dripping onto the cotton sheets.

You are glad at this point that you aren’t facing him. He is fucking you from behind. Grunts and huffs. Not even bothered to check up on you.

Why would he anyway?

Not when you abandoned him and hooked up with his father, Joseph. The man who is about to come home in twenty minutes. Not when Steve thinks you are a homewrecker.

You bury your head deeper into the soft sheets, allowing them to soak up your tears.

“Not very talkative now, are you?” Steve notices your whimpering dialed down and your silence not before long, slamming harder and deeper into your body to have you cry out again. “’S okay. I can do all the talking.” He lands another slap on your ass, enjoying your body shivering and clenching down on him. “That’s it. Fuck. Your slutty hole is so damn tight - ” Steve grunts as he rips your body open with his girth, “fucking whore. You get dicked down like this when Joe’s home too, huh? Does this make you hornier? Sleeping with the father and the son? Whoring the whole family? I bet this makes you fuckin’ drooling. Tell me. Tell me you like this so fuckin’ much, sleeping with your stepson.” His fingers find your clit and tug on it, regardless of it swollen and sensitive, “how does my dad fuck you?” He mocks your tremble when you hear the name “Joe” or his mentioning of his father, “does he let you cum? Nah, you’d be a pretty cum doll for both us, don’t you? Spreading your legs wide and wait for us to cum inside you? -I said fuckin’ spread your legs!” He shouts at your futile attempt of bringing your knees together.

Does Joseph fuck you? Sometimes.

Does Joesph let you cum? He doesn’t care whether you cum, same as Steve, ironically. But you fake it to compliment Joseph and his manhood, while Steve would rather leave you there, after satisfying himself.

One thing he was right though, none of them bothered with protection.

After a few sloppy thrusts, Steve pulls himself out and cums on your back. Your body can no longer hold up itself and crashes on the bed, taking what he gives you. Or forces on you, to be precise.

You slowly push yourself up on your elbows, as you have no time to spare to put the ruined sheets into the washer and wash up as soon as possible.

“Don’t act as if I’ve broken your pathetic little heart.” He spits out, disgust on his face clear as day, snatching your cheeks and examining your puffy eyes, “you don’t even have a heart.” He comments coldly, wiping his fingers, damp with your tears, on the bed.

You drop your head. Your chest dulls with pain as you see the daggers in his eyes.

“Clean up.” Steve clears his throat, pulling up his pants. His shirt is never off the entire time. A few buttons done and he looks as if he is some rich fancy CEO’s son with that charming face and the blonde hair. He is straightening his collar to the mirror when he orders you around, even if your body could barely manage, “Good O’ Joe is going to be here any second now.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers #steve rogers smut #dark!steve rogers #mean!steve rogers #stepson!steve rogers #angst and smut #steve rogers angst #steve rogers fanfiction

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sunshinebingo · 5 months ago

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Summary: A heated argument between Azriel and Gwyn turn into a smutty sort of reconciliation.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning: NSFW!

Read on Ao3 or below the cut

Azriel glared at Gwyn. She glared right back.

“Do you have any idea of what could have happened today?”

He did not even try to hold his anger back from his tone.

Gwyn crossed her arms and stood with all the stubbornness she had amassed in her 29 years. “Nothing happened.”

The veins along Azriel’s arms seemed like they were about to pop from the way his fists tightened.

“You could have – ,” he stopped the last word from leaving his mouth, perhaps afraid that even the mention of it would send some unknown forces crashing down on them and make it happen. Gwyn had no such concerns.

“I could’ve died. Yes, I know. But I didn’t.”

Azriel took two steps towards her. “This could have been way less messy if you had remained hidden and had waited for my return like I ordered you to.”

She didn’t miss the way he spat the word ordered in a reminder that, despite their relationship, during their work, he was still the Spymaster and she his apprentice. Usually, every steps of their shared missions – good, bad and anything in between – were calmly assessed and discussed after their return. But since he had chosen to approach this conversation with scowls and growls, then she would also let her temper lead her.

“This could have gotten worse if I had waited. I had to act.”

“But do you ever think before you act?” he hissed.

She saw fear and anger battling in his eyes. However, his question made her momentarily forget the former. She knew that her decision to leave the spot from which she was spying to run into this fight had seemed rash. But what other choice could she have made when this Autumn female was at the mercy of no less than three burly males.

Uselessly watching from afar wasn’t an option for a Valkyrie. So she had gone where she was needed most. The few cuts and burns she had gotten from those males would only be a reminder that she had fought them and had won. Barely, if it wasn’t for Azriel’s intervention when she was dealing with the last one. But still.

She uncrossed her arms and closed the remaining distance between them. His height had never annoyed her as much as it did in this moment when she had to tilt her head up to look him in the eyes.

“Don’t you dare imply that I’m stupid. I knew the risk before I acted. And I decided to take it anyway.”

Azriel pulled on his hair with a groan. Some of his shadows remained by him, their darkness a an external indication of their singer’s inner turmoil, while the others stuck by Gwyn’s side. Whether they were attempting to calm her or spurring her to go harder, the Shadowsinger didn’t need to know.

“I never said that you are stupid,” Azriel fumed, his face only an inch away from hers. She could have cut the thick tension in that little space with a swipe of her favourite dagger.

His breathing was strained, his eyes pained despite his frown. As annoyed as she was at his scolding, she knew that it was driven by concern for her. Technically, she couldn’t blame him for reacting so fervidly when she had done the same with him in the past. If she couldn’t stand seeing him in any sort of danger, then she should not doubt that he felt the same for her. But she couldn’t stand that he was reprimanding her like she was a novice who was wearing grown up leathers.

“Choose your next words carefully, Shadowsinger.” She threw him her own version of his withering stare.

She saw the gears turning in his head as he considered what to say next. It took him longer than she expected and no less amount of bitterness in his tone.

“You are smarter than everyone I know. And you are so damn brave.” The last word came out like it was an unforgivable flaw. “But sometimes bravery can cost you your life.”

“I know.” She stomped her foot on the carpet. “But if it saves others, then I’ll consider it worth it. Don’t pretend like you haven’t acted the same on many occasions.”

Azriel closed his eyes and sighed. “Damn you for being so compassionate.”

“Is that meant to be compliment?”

“For fuck’s sake,” he muttered before he grabbed her face and kissed her. Hard.

Gwyn gripped the front of his fighting leathers and pulled him closer. He was still mad. As was she. That was why their lips and tongues fought in a battle for dominance. His hands held her by the waist as they quickly moved, her feet mindlessly guiding her backwards until she was pressed against the closest wall. She arched her back. Her body went flush against his and she felt his hardening cock against her front. Azriel pressed himself harder against her and made it impossible for her to move.

All the heat in her body gathered in her core. It became even more intense when he left her lips to bury his face in her neck.

“When are you going to learn that I hate your recklessness,” he grunted in between licking and sucking at her skin.

Her hands went to his hair. She tugged at the strands while desperately attempting to move against him.

“You’re doing a shit job at showing your hate.”

Her words were immediately followed by a gasp when he bit her so hard that she felt the imprint of his teeth even after he lifted his head to look at her again.

Gwyn gulped from the intensity of his gaze. Among the anger and fear there, she also saw the kind of lust that came from a need to make sure that she was still here; still his. His shadows were so thick around them that she couldn’t see anything beyond his spread out wings. Without any warning, Azriel grabbed the front of her leathers and ripped it open. A little of common sense still remained in her to complain about it but she was cut off by his mouth claiming hers again.

“You don’t realise how insane you drive me,” he said while he efficiently glided her clothes off her body. She did the same with him, baring him to her with practiced ease. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer with a huff.

“I don’t always do it on purpose.”

Gwyn thanked the gods that it wasn’t close enough for him when he grabbed her by the thighs and effortlessly lifted her up.

Losing herself in his kiss, she didn’t even realise Azriel was walking until she heard the sound of papers flying and she felt her back hit the polished surface of the wooden desk after he lowered her on it. She opened her eyes to the sight of him looming above her. His eyes scanned her body with a drunken haze yet Gwyn wasn’t sure what emotion was at the forefront of his mind as he did so. She got a clue when one of her hands lowered on his chest and his gaze zeroed in on the small burn that was slowly healing on the inside of her forearm. Azriel’s strong hands tightly gripped at the flesh of her backside.

“You will never disobey my orders on the field again,” he gritted out.

Gwyn was ready to protest and to defend her earlier choice again. She wanted to throw her attitude at him like he was also doing with her. But every word died in her throat when he dropped his forehead against hers. His next words came out in a pained whisper.

“I refuse to lose you.”

She closed her eyes and matched her breathing with his. “You won’t,” she promised.

She wrapped her legs around his middle and pulled him closer. They both moaned when he pressed his cock against her wet centre. His first slide inside her was slow. The following thrust even more so, as though this was her punishment. His mouth going down her neck and his hand squeezing one of her breast were equally toying with her pleasure. Even his shadows seemed to have joined their master in his slow torture.

Gwyn moved her hips but was immediately stopped by Azriel who pinned her on the desk with a hard thrust which had her crying out before he resumed his slow pace. A series of moans and breathy curses left her lips. She grabbed his face from where he was sucking on her breasts and brought his lips to hers.

“I’m so godsdamned mad at you,” he said against her mouth. She was still mad at him too, but for reasons that were overriding their argument.

“Please. Be mad at me harder.”

Then, like this was exactly what he had been waiting for, Azriel started fucking her mercilessly. It was desperate and deep. Gwyn dug her nails into his back while their lips and tongues tangled with each other with the same frenetic pace as his cock pounding into her. All of their frustration and his fear manifested into fervent touches and lewd noises. They were so close that not even his shadows could have slipped between their bodies.

Everything started bordering on too much; the heat, their bruising grip on each other, the pressure building inside her. But Gwyn refused to let go when she was so close to that edge. She glided her hands to the base of Azriel’s wings and scraped her fingernails on that spot that she knew only she had ever touched. She swallowed the loud groan that he let out from that and made an equally loud noise when he slammed inside her with somehow more force than he had until now.

Gwyn’s body trembled but she didn’t care to know whether it was more him or her. She felt the erratic beating of his heart going in sync with hers where his chest was pressed so close to her that it squeezed her breasts. Their heartbeats and the cries barely muffled by their kiss drowned out the rest of the world around them.

Gwyn pressed her fingers on that spot on his wings a little harder. Azriel shuddered atop her and buried himself as deep as her cunt could take him. Feeling him come inside her was the final drop she needed to climax. She clung onto him as hard as he did with her. The world could have ended right then and there but they wouldn’t have been able to let go of each other.

Gwyn’s body relaxed as she slowly came down from oblivion until she went completely lax underneath him. Her legs felt like jelly as she untangled them from around him. This plus with his weight pressing down on her, Gwyn couldn’t stop her body from sliding off the desk. Her backside was almost completely off when Azriel lifted her again. Instead of walking them across the room to the giant bed that was draped in soft sheets and fluffy pillows, he simply kneeled on the carpet and plopped them down in almost the same position as they were previously in, her lying down and a heavy Azriel on top of her.

She let her head fall back, the carpet and her braid preventing her from hurting herself. Her arms flopped at her sides with even less grace. Azriel was in no better state with his head once again buried in the crook of her neck and his breathing as ragged as hers. It was as though everything they had gone through since this morning – everything they had felt – had build up and had exploded in the most delicious way, to then fall back down on them like confetti. Everything left of them now was exhaustion.

Gwyn opened her eyes and watched the shadows swirling above them like a dark cloud. Her mind must have been in a similar state of laziness because there was no other explanation to what she said next.

“I should disobey your orders and toy with death more often.”

Azriel tensed. The hand he was caressing the burn on her forearm with abruptly stopped. A wisp of shadow gently pushed Gwyn’s head as if wondering why she was bringing this up again. Why now.

The expression on his face when he raised his head and scowled at her confirmed that he wasn’t finding this funny at all. She wasn’t trying to be funny. Even though she had to purse her lips to stop herself from smiling at his reaction. She didn’t have any energy left to fight with him anyway.

“Gwyn, I swear on everything, if you –”

“Sshh.” She cupped his face and pull him back down on her before she started running her hands through his hair. “Don’t ruin the moment, Azriel.”

When all she got in response was a heavy sigh and a muffled chuckle, Gwyn convinced herself that her attempt at soothing him was working. For now.

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annabtg · 4 months ago

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I have often told you stories about the way I lived the live of a drifter waiting for the day When I'd take your hand and sing you songs and maybe you would say 'Come lay with me and love me' And I would surely stay Deep Purple, 'Soldier of Fortune'

They’re merely a forearm’s length apart now; she lifts her hand and caresses his cheek. It’s familiar; it doesn’t mean anything.

“You’re looking blue,” she says eventually.

“I’m drunk.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

She takes a step closer, and now she’s leaning into him, her hand guiding his face downwards to meet her gaze. He could never lie to her, much less now, when it’s only their height difference separating them, and her green eyes are pleading for the truth. He cups her hand with his own, tangles his fingers around her palm and lowers their joined hands near his neck. “I miss you.”

“Ask me to stay, and I will.”

The word escapes entirely thoughtless. “Stay.”

A small smile, a little tilt of light on the corner of her lips. “All right.”

Read on AO3 Sirius/Lily, 3.1k, rated E.

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lazysublimeengineer · 11 months ago

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the garden of illusions

Summary: “But is that the essence of Yoichi’s football...!? The magic...”

Or Ness caught in the enigma of the spellbinding trap in the form of Isagi Yoichi.

Characters: Isagi Y. & A. Ness

(A/N: Post-Christmas fic for this fandom. Belated Merry Christmas. Spoiler tags in the warning so read at your own risk and discretion. Some scenes and dialogs are excerpts from the manga hence the spoiler tagging. Unnecessary comments or complaints will not be tolerated as sufficient tags and warnings were provided ahead of time. I own nothing from this franchise except for this fic that reeks of wild sin and filth.)

It’s a fluke.

It has to be.

There's no way...

...there’s no way that they can make a goal like that.

‘What was that just now... They didn’t even make eye contact...? Huh!? There’s no way they could sync up like that!? Disgusting. Disgusting. That kind of chemical reaction is fucking disgusting!’ Ness’ thoughts raced inside his head in vitriolic bewilderment.

The sheer abhorrence towards Isagi scoring the final goal enveloped his entire being. But he was also disconcerted and strangely mystified at how was Isagi and Hiori sync up perfectly without even looking towards each other.

“But is that the essence of Yoichi’s football...!? The magic...” Ness uttered in complete wonder and bafflement; his orchid irises gazed at them in wide eyed astonishment.

However, his awestruck state didn’t last for long as Kaiser’s scream from the side caught his attention and stared at him in complete surprise and alarm.

“Kaiser...” He murmured helplessly as he could only watched the young man yelled out in frustration and glared daggers at Isagi’s direction. If looks could kill, Isagi would be lying on a heap right now.

Before he could even take a step towards Kaiser’s direction, he stormed out of the field, leaving Ness distraught and bereft after the match.

He waited for a good feeling to come but it never came throughout the day.

Ness had a funny relationship with Kaiser sometimes.

To him he was the sun, the emperor, the God who had graced him with his blinding yet mesmerizing presence and made the impossible into a possibility in the realm of their reality.

He vanquished the despair that was eating at him on the day that they first met.

He believed in his skill. He believed in his ideas. And he made his magic come true with his exquisite skill on the field.

Nevertheless...

…

He was also the source of his own misery.

He cast a wretchedness to his entire being as a form of punishment.

To which he deserved.

He was totally useless these past few days.

And it was no wonder that Kaiser himself didn’t want to see his face nor grace him with his own presence when he was a sore sight to his pleasant surroundings.

Nothing will pacify nor satisfy him unless he successfully defeated Isagi with his own hands.

He had never doubted Kaiser’s abilities. Nor developed an ounce of hesitance in his belief in him.

One could say he was a mindless fanatic of the young man who treated him like a dirt even if he treated him like a God himself.

Nevertheless, Ness remained steadfast and constantly devoted to him. He wasn’t the type of person to only remain glued to the other’s side when things were going easy and nicely. He will stick by his side even on their unfavorable occasions.

He’d purposely ignored how his hands would sometimes bleed from tightly balling it or punching the wall frustratedly when the other’s attention was too wrapped up with Isagi.

He disregarded the way his body shook slightly from the silent anger and misery whenever Kaiser only looked down at him as if he was a complete disappointment in his eyes and would focus on the other things specifically on the wretched form of Isagi Yoichi who continued to haunt and even taunt him on his thoughts and sleepless nights.

There was no denying it.

His mind refused to entertain any other notion or idea as of why Kaiser had suddenly gone cold and dismissive of him.

It was all Isagi Yoichi’s fault.

Everything had changed when he entered the equation.

But he firmly believed that if he’d be better, interesting and more useful to Kaiser and the team, everything would go back to the way it was.

Kaiser’s attention will be solely on him, and they’d recreate the magic once again that made them great and had the team stay on top.

Just the mere thought of Kaiser sparing even an ounce of interest to that clown filled him with an irrevocable disgust and repugnance.

His mind had shunned any other thoughts that would confuse him or derail him. To him, Isagi Yoichi was a speck or the unwanted dust that needed to be get rid of.

And the idea that he’d be inclined to entertain the magic in Yoichi’s skills on the field...

...

Fucking disgusting.

Still...

...

It lingered on the back of his head.

Like a damn virus that spread out and slowly corrupted his own thoughts and notions.

To him Isagi Yoichi was a total enigma.

Yes. The hatred and animosity that he felt for the other was there. But he cannot also deny that he was an unknown variable in the equation.

Although it was bold and strangely admirable of him to refuse to bow down to Kaiser’s league, he cannot fathom as of to why and he simply dismissed him as a hopeless idiot who naively thought to himself that he can dethrone Kaiser and defeat him.

But seeing the results now...

…

Yoichi won.

He fucking won and scored the final goal for their team which secured their victory against the Ubers.

He took a gamble and showed them the results.

He had shown it to Noa who was a logical strategist and put his career on the line by putting Hiori out there in a field whose stats were vastly different from Kiyora himself.

One cannot refute if the evidence was shown right in front of their faces.

The thought made Ness let out an exasperated breath as he made another kick of the ball which landed perfectly inside the net.

He had been practicing for ages.

He didn’t know how much time had passed.

What he only knew was Kaiser can’t be the only one exerting himself in the practice.

He shouldn’t slack off nor let his guard down.

How can Kaiser rely on him if he’s going to be useless in the field once again?

He continued kicking the ball and slotting himself in different positions, trying to imagine himself in different soccer scenarios against the opponent when they’re on the field.

Amid his practice, the soft creaking sounds of the door being opened halted his movements and stopped midway to look at the person who went in.

Ness didn’t know if it was his unlucky day or fate had been playing tricks on him lately as he came face to face with the person who caused turbulence in his life and his partnership with Kaiser.

Isagi fucking Yoichi.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know that you were using it. I’m going to search for another room to practice in.” Isagi said in an apologetic voice. His persona outside of the field was vastly different from the one he put on when they’re inside the field and playing against their opponents.

He should get used to it but sometimes it still gave him whiplash.

“Well, well, well if it isn’t the Blue Lock’s clown coming in here.” Ness couldn’t help but sneer at him. The anger, bitterness and resentment were bleeding through his tone and words.

Upon hearing his words, a sudden switch seemed to flicker around Isagi’s eyes, and he glowered at him, balling his fists to the side.

“I didn’t know that mutts like you could talk back like this when we all know that all you probably do is to wag your tail at Kaiser and be there under his beck and call.” Isagi shot back and his on-field personality was resurfacing when being provoked.

“Finally growing a spine and talking back hmm? You’re getting way too arrogant just because you scored the last, measly goal against our opponent.” He jeered.

“You should be saying that to your emperor who is nothing but a bogus one considering that the shot that he made was from my own scraps and not from yours.” Isagi curled his lips contemptuously which made Ness’ hackles rise and he crossed the remaining distance between the two of them, taking Isagi by the collar of his shirt and backing him against the wall.

“Shut the fuck up you fool! You know nothing about Kaiser and us! I will not let you disrespect him like this!” He growled at him as his sharp glare pinned him on the spot, his hot breaths brushing along the other’s skin because of their proximity and Isagi refused to be distracted nor let a shiver run through him.

He didn’t want to give Ness the satisfaction that he was getting under his skin.

“Then do pray tell me Ness on what are you to him hmm? Cause from the way I see it, you’re nothing but a loyal lapdog who is at his beck and every call.” Isagi smiled sardonically at him.

The fury inside of Ness couldn’t be held onto longer and he let one of hist fists fly towards Isagi’s face. However, Isagi somewhat anticipated his attack and let his quick reflexes show by immediately catching his fist with one of his hands and prevented it from colliding into his face.

Isagi then switched their positions and pulled his wrist with a bit of force which ended up having them landing unceremoniously down into the ground.

Ness seemed taken aback for a moment, looking up at him with wide eyes as Isagi was on top of him with his hand holding him by the wrist while the other one cradled along his nape as if preventing him from having his head having a violent impact on the ground.

“You... You fucking son of a bitch...!” Ness finally cursed out although it came out in a shaky breath as their proximity had a strange effect on his entire being. It's as if a scintillating sensation was slowly creeping up on him and he couldn’t stop his heart from somersaulting wildly inside his chest.

Ness could only pray inwardly that Isagi wouldn’t take notice of his erratic heartbeat and the havoc that he was wreaking inside of him.

“You have a funny mouth sometimes. But it’s more entertaining if it could be put into other use.” Isagi replied mockingly before he leaned down and crashed his lips against his in an invigorating yet violent kiss.

Isagi had enough of the other constantly belittling and mocking his skills in soccer when he had proven more than once that he’s capable of winning for their team and dethroning Kaiser himself.

The anger and other tumultuous emotions erupted from him and let his reason and logic melted away from the back of his mind as he let his instinct and untapped swirling emotions win finally.

And that was to punish Ness himself for his impudence and lack of courtesy towards him as a fellow teammate and a human being.

Meanwhile, Ness struggled beneath him and thrashed against him, reacting instinctively against his kisses.

How dare this fucking insect kiss him and stole his first kiss?!

However, he was getting distracted as the fury that he felt clashed against the electrifying sensation that surged around his veins upon feeling the other’s lips crashing against his own in a wild yet punishing kiss.

Despite his struggling, Isagi’s hold into him was strong and firm preventing him from getting away. To rebel against him, he kept his mouth closed and didn’t let the other’s tongue invade inside his mouth.

For a moment, his lips felt numb until he felt Isagi slowly ceased his movements. Just as he thought that he’d finally stop, Isagi kissed him slowly yet deeply. He gently coaxed his mouth to open and granted him an access inside the warm crevices of his mouth.

His numb lips started to feel a tingling sensation and he belatedly realized that his traitorous body moved on its own and reciprocated the other’s kiss sensuously, mimicking the other’s mouth moving on his own.

Their mouths molding perfectly against one another as their tongues danced invitingly with one another.

The reasonable part of Ness’ mind seemed to shut down slowly as he slowly gave in to his body’s whispers of yearnings and desires. The moment that Ness tangled his hands into Isagi’s hair and knead through his scalp, he had inevitably lost and gave into his traitorous instincts and wants. Ness wanted to curse Isagi for an eternity. But even moreso for himself for indulging himself into this kind of weakness.

Was this Isagi Yoichi’s magic again working inside of him and manipulating his body like a puppeeter to his puppet?

Isagi couldn’t help a low groan escaping his lips as he felt Ness’ hands kneading through his scalp. The warm and soft sensation of his palms shook him slightly to his core.

The low vibrations of Isagi groaning inside his mouth made him dizzy and clouded his senses in soft pleasure. Drool started to trickle down their lips, but they couldn’t seem to stop kissing each other as their fevered embrace went deeper and harder.

One of Isagi’s hands grew bolder and traipsed inside his torso wherein he caressed the smooth and suppled skin of the other. He continued leaving a trail of featherlight touches to his chest until it reached towards his sensitive nubs and began to pinch it teasingly with his thumb.

The contact alone made Ness jolt and instead of the usual titillating sensation that should envelop around his body, it’s as if he was doused by cold water and brought him back to the present. He quickly pulled away and broke off their shared kisses and pushed him away.

Even with his legs trembling from the overwhelming sensation alone, Ness tried to retain his firm stance as he swiftly stood up and glared at Isagi murderously.

“Don’t you dare come near me you clown. If you value your life and dignity, then hopefully none of this humiliating encounter would come out you understand?” He said harshly and didn’t wait for Isagi’s response nor looked at him for his facial expression and quickly stormed away, ignoring the way his heart almost jumped out of his throat or how his face burned up in mortification.

Isagi was left there staring at his retreating figure until he was standing all alone.

He could still feel the tingling sensation around his lips and as common sense came flooding back to his senses, he swallowed thickly as he slowly closed his eyes to calm himself down.

“Oh fuck.” He muttered as a resigned sigh left his lips.

The next incoming days were filled with buzzing energy, excitement and anxiousness from the other players as the match against the PxG was drawing closer.

Of course, Ness acted perfectly normal and pretended as if he didn’t make out with Isagi the other day.

They were both good at it.

Both acting perfectly fine.

Even more so to Isagi’s part as the blue-eyed striker didn’t even spare him a passing glance outside of the pitch and only communicated with him if that’s necessary. It didn’t bother him in the very least. And why should it? When Isagi was a nobody in his eyes.

Nevertheless, he can’t shake off a prickling feeling inside of him whenever Isagi wore that casual indifference on his eyes every time that their eyes meet for a brief period. Ness didn’t even know if he wanted to punch the living daylight out of him or just pinned him against the walls and let him know how much it was...

...

What exactly?

Pisses him off?

Occupying his mind for the rest of the day when they’re not doing anything?

Or simply because he was causing a strange bewilderment inside of him that his mind cannot even fathom what it was?

Whatever.

He didn’t want to waste his time on this and was getting distracted by these useless thoughts about someone who he deemed was a waste of space and beneath Kaiser’s talent and skill.

But destiny liked to play cruel jokes on him because what supposed to be a normal day for him to start his practice was now interrupted by the male itself who was standing in front of him and who wore a determined yet sheepish look on his face.

“Just what are you onto about now Yoichi?” He asked impatiently, completely hiding the befuddlement and another emotion that rose from within himself that he couldn’t even name of.

“Listen Ness...” Isagi started off hesitantly. “About what happened the other day—.”

“Wow. You totally care about that huh?” Ness interrupted him mockingly. “I thought everything is fine and dandy with you considering on how you seemed casual about it.”

“Well, in my defense you’re the one who said not to utter any word about it before you left.” Isagi replied with his hands raised placatingly. “But that’s not why I’m here.”

Isagi took a deep breath before he continued.

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for my past actions and even invading your personal space... I let my emotions get the better of me. But that’s not an excuse for the way I acted towards you. I completely understand if you don’t want to do anything to me. But for the sake of the team, hopefully we can still be civil towards each other.” Isagi looked at him clear in the eye as he said his apology with a somber look on his face to express the sincerity of his words.

“Ha... What do you know? You still have an ounce of humbleness inside that arrogant bone in you. But I would appreciate it if you extended your apology to Kaiser as well. Considering on how you spout out some disrespectful words and nonsense towards him.” Ness replied.

“Unfortunately, that’s the one thing that I’m not apologizing for.” Isagi replied firmly and before Ness could protest, he continued pressing on. “Kaiser is an obstacle to me and my goal towards soccer. I won’t compromise on that and bow down to him.” He finished with a finality in his voice.

Ness clenched his fists as he smiled tightly at him.

“Very well then. If that’s your choice. Don’t expect me to be mellow to you either just because you went up here and apologize to me. Now, if you’ll excuse me I have a routine to finished today.” Ness replied frostily as he went past him.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Isagi mumbled under his breath as he watched him go until his figure disappeared on his line of sight.

Regardless of what’s been said and done in the past, they’d still ended up tangled on each other’s arms.

If Ness wasn’t so goddamn aroused right now, he would’ve yank Isagi away from his legs whose mouth was busy on sucking his cock like a damn lollipop.

Damn it to hell.

How did they even ended up in a situation like this?

All seemed to be a blur to him, but he could faintly remember how they got into a heated match and argument with one another and slammed each other against the walls until they’ve fought into who would get the upper hand this time. And Isagi whose mouth was faster than his brain when he’s hotheaded had challenged and insinuated at him that he bet he got off when Kaiser treated him like a trash to which he impulsively punched him on the face before he comically widened his eyes in shock as reason began to flood his senses.

However, much to his own surprise Isagi wore an incomprehensible look on his face as he only looked at him with that devious grin on his face which sent a scintillating sensation on his nerves. He caressed his cheek which was blooming in a faint crimson hue because of the blow he managed to land him in.

He only uttered those few little words that had riled him up and messed up his entire being once again.

“I bet you can do better, and I can surpass him.”

It was a challenging trap that Ness blindly walked on to prove that Isagi didn’t have any strong hold on him.

That he was a pathetic idiot who was desperate in an attempt to dethrone Kaiser even if getting his own favor against his emperor.

Nevertheless, he might’ve judged too soon because with the rate they’re going, he might give in to the temptation and flood Isagi’s mouth with his own cum because of how the latter sucked the life out of him.

Just how the fuck Isagi was talented in giving a damn blowjob?

Just thinking about onto where the blue-eyed striker learnt how to do that, left an incomprehensible feeling inside of him to which he blatantly ignored of course.

“Yoichi... If you keep doing that... Fuck...!” A light gasp and a faint moan escaped from Ness’ lips as Isagi deepthroat him harder, his gag reflex practically nonexistent in place.

His words had spurred Isagi on and sucked him deeper in return, his tongue snaking along his cock which was throbbing with need and want inside his hot mouth.

Ness couldn’t trust himself to speak without sounding hoarse or even stuttering so he settled for low grunts of pleasure and tried to suppressed a series of moans that threatened to slipped out from his lips if he stopped biting his lower lip.

But he couldn’t stop his body from shaking and thighs from twitching from the male’s tight grasp around it as he finally reached his own peak and splashed his load suddenly into his awaiting mouth to which Isagi enthusiastically caught and lapped at the essence before he let his cock go with a lewd slurp.

Ness could only breathed raggedly in response and looked hazily at him. His heart was beating loudly inside his chest that he might be deafened around the loud sound of it.

Without even realizing it, his hand reached out weakly for his shirt and pulled him closer towards his frame and removed the remaining gap between the two of them by crashing his lips against the other’s wet, red lips.

Isagi seemed taken aback for a moment before he quickly got his bearings and returned it passionately, his mouth molded perfectly against him like a missing piece of a puzzle.

A shiver ran down Ness’ spine as he could taste himself from Isagi’s lips making him drunk in the ecstasy that the other brought him on.

There was nothing that Ness could blame on for this kind of mistake.

Because in the end, he was the one who chased his lips and let himself be caught in the enemy’s trap themselves.

And Ness didn’t know what to do with that disturbing fact.

Even though they already fooled around the other day in the lockers, it seemed that Ness didn’t learn his lesson.

Yet.

Because not once. Not twice. Or even thrice that he had fallen on Isagi’s arms...

...

And unfortunately, on his bed...

But it seemed that he wasn’t really doing anything on stopping anytime soon regardless of the fact that the sane part of his mind was screaming at him of how utterly wrong and disgusting of him to sleep around with Kaiser’s arch enemy in and out of the field with a single goal of dethroning him and being the best striker of their team.

To which of course, Ness reacted with sheer animosity and hatred against Isagi who was threatening Kaiser and his superior role in their team.

But then again, what the hell was he doing now with Isagi tangled around the sheets every now and then?

Was Isagi his paramour? We’re they’re in a tryst currently?

However, Ness couldn’t point it at like that because they don’t even had a relationship towards each other nor with other people themselves.

He couldn’t even define what the nature of their relationship was.

All they know now was they traversed all the invisible lines that separated them personally and professionally.

It was all getting blurred from thereon but right now Ness couldn’t give a damn about it as Isagi’s mouth was busy devouring his own and tangled him in a wild and dirty kiss while his hands were busy exploring and caressing every inch of his body heatedly.

Their kisses showed no mercy.

It was filled with thorns, taunting and vitriolic feelings towards each other.

It was tethering between a like and dislike, amounting to the middle ground of smoky madness and blind captivity of twisted loathing and admiration.

One of his hands had reached around his scalp and tugged on his locks in a sensuous yet tight grip as their tongues tangled in a messy kiss, drool started to trickle down their lips.

Ness’ legs wrapped around Isagi’s waist automatically as Isagi moved towards the bed haphazardly. He finally placed him on the bed without breaking off the kiss.

He couldn’t help but to grind automatically against him to increase the heated friction on their bodies and this earned a low groan from Isagi inside his mouth. One of his hands had reached on the waistband of his boxers before it slipped right inside to squeezed and caressed his plump ass teasingly.

A light moan escaped from Ness’ lips and Isagi took advantage by slipping his tongue fully on the insides of his mouth and licking at the crevices beneath it.

Ness could do nothing but surrender in a moment of weakness and closed his eyes slowly, letting the other devour his mouth completely and let his hand travel sinfully against his skin.

As he continued to caressed Ness’ backside invitingly, one of his fingers grew bolder and finally made its way towards his entrance and prodded on the insides, breaching his velvety walls with a smooth yet seductive precision that had Ness gasping inside his mouth in pleasant surprise and opening his eyes once again.

He broke away from their wild kiss and pulled away to let out a sinful moan that sent Isagi’s arousal through the roof and added another finger in his entrance and scissored his insides.

“F-fuck...” Ness stuttered out as he drooled from the ecstasy of his fingers alone causing him to grind and ride on them.

Isagi watched Ness’ pleasure-ridden face, indigo irises glazing over, flushed cheeks and swollen, red lips which was thoroughly devoured by him earlier.

It made him lick his lips hungrily as he gazed at him with a predatory look on his face.

“Fuck. You’re so beautiful like this Ness...” He murmured absently.

Ness glared weakly at him. “S-shut up...”

It made Isagi chuckle softly under his breath. “Cute.” He mumbled under his breath before he pulled his fingers away.

This caused Ness to whine needily at the loss of his fingers inside of him but only for a brief period.

Isagi made him wrapped his legs securely on his hips before he gripped his waist and finally gave a one, quick thrust and finally breached his quivering walls and stretched him to the limit with the girth of his aching cock.

The hot friction of their bodies caused them to moan out in unison, the electrifying sensation running through their veins.

They both froze for a moment, neither of them moving as they breathed raggedly.

“Why aren’t you moving?” Ness asked breathlessly.

“Well, I wanted you to adjust to our current—.”

“I’m not made of glass you idiot. Just move already.” Ness replied in half petulance and half neediness.

Isagi curled his lips upwards. “If that’s what you want. Don’t come blaming me later for feeling sore later.” He replied lowly before he pulled away and slammed back right into him which Ness moaned out lecherously in response.

“Ngh... Ah... Fuck... Yoichi...” He gasped lightly as Isagi’s thrusts increased in tempo and began railing him recklessly on the mattress, his cock hitting all the right places inside of him.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! There! Hit there harder! Why’re getting bigger inside of me?” Ness babbled out incoherently as tears and drools of pleasure began cascading down his face.

Isagi continued to piston his insides mercilessly on the mattress, leaning down to lick away the salty tears on his cheeks before his mouth finally settled on his lips and kissed him languorously.

“Maybe you’re to blame on this Alexis hmm? With a face like that who’s eager to take my cock like a good slut, it’s bound to happen eventually.” He mumbled hotly against his lips and Ness could only mewl helplessly against his mouth as his cock reached deeper and harder inside of him until it reached and hit his sweet spot which made him saw stars in an instant.

“Ngh... Y-yoichi....! I-I'm c-close...!” A muffled moan slipped past his lips before his body quivered like a leaf beneath him and suddenly reached his peak, splashing his cum all over their chests.

Meanwhile, Isagi continued to chase his own release and plowed him vigorously on the bed which earned a weak moan from the other as his body grew oversensitive from the onslaught of pleasurable sensation hitting right through him.

Isagi pulled away from their kiss to let out a low groan as he finally reached his climax and painted his insides with the hot, thick ropes of his cum and filled up to his brim instantaneously.

Ness was falling in a state of haziness and soporific asunder until he finally succumbed to sleep, passing right out after their intense session that night.

It was still an ungodly hour of the night when Ness woke up. He needed to get away from Isagi’s bedroom soon before someone gets them caught. He wasn’t in the mood to explain everything to some nameless teammate about their current compromising situation.

But Isagi’s arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer until he whispered something against his ear that sent a shiver down his spine.

“Stay the night?” He asked huskily and Ness refused to acknowledge that he found his bedroom voice utterly sexy and seductive.

“We both know that I can’t.” He whispered back throatily, his resolve growing weaker damn it to hell.

“Well, before you leave, you might wanna take care of that.” One of Isagi’s fingers brushed along the tip of his cock which was now hard as a rock.

Fuck.

“I can take care of this myself.” Ness replied faintly.

“It’s more efficient if we do this way Alexis.” Isagi licked at the shell of his ear seductively before he hoisted him up on his arms and placed him on his lap.

“What the hell—.”

“Now c’mon. I know you wanna do this and relieve yourself. I don’t mind you riding me anyway.” Isagi gave him a wolfish grin and a playful wink which skyrocketed Ness’ nerves but couldn’t refute his words.

Biting his lip in a moment of deliberation, he finally made a choice.

A choice to let his dumb emotions get in the way again and let Isagi have his way with him again despite telling himself that it would be the last time.

He situated himself on his lap before he took his cock and guided along his entrance. A sigh and a moan slipped past his lips as his cock eased inside easily his walls which was still hot and slick from the copious amount of cum inside of it earlier.

Ness moved slowly, gyrating his hips in front of him as he tried to find a rhythm. Isagi watched in rapt silence as he let the other moved on top of him, his azure eyes darkened and swirled with desire and lust as the other’s walls hugged his invitingly, getting addicted to the delicious sensation of his body moving against his.

Isagi swallowed thickly and resisted the urge to pin him down on the mattress and devour him in avid ferocity and hunger.

When Ness eventually found his rhythm, his movements increased in staccato, grinding and thrusting himself up and down towards Isagi’s cock in eagerness. Isagi licked his lips slowly as his hands made their way to his hips and assisted him on his movements. He tried to match his speed and movement by grinding harder in return which earned a lecherous moan from the male.

It sounded musical to his ears.

Ness couldn’t even stop himself nor hold back as his body had developed a mind of its own and rode him like a horse in a race, jumping in and out of his cock like a spinning top. The lewd slapped of their skins and harsh breathings and grunts of pleasure resonated across the four walls of the room.

Isagi was inwardly thankful for possessing a pair of robust legs and thighs because his muscles would’ve given up a long time ago due to the strong impact of Ness’ lithe yet meaty thighs slapping against his own.

“Yoichi... Fuck... S-so good...” Ness stammered out as his hands braced themselves along his shoulders, the bed creaking beneath them against their wild movements.

“God fucking dammit Alexis... If you could see your face right now... Like you’re made to take my cock like this.” Isagi chuckled throatily before it was interrupted by a series of moans as Ness continued to impale himself wildly on his aching cock.

“S-shut the fuck up you clown...! Ngh... God...” Ness tried to glower at him which was weakened by how misty his eyes been with ecstasy and pleasure.

“Then make me.” Isagi’s eyes gleamed challengingly which Ness took on gladly and leaned down to capture his lips in an open-mouthed kiss.

One of Isagi’s hands landed on his nape and brought him closer, licking through the roof of his mouth as he returned his kiss hungrily, rutting his hips along with him and meeting his fervent thrusts with his own grinding until he felt Ness shook on top of him and pulled away and broke of their kiss.

“Fuck Yoichi... C’mon...” He whined softly.

“What do you want me to do hmm?”

“I c-can't... I’m close... Just t-take me...” Ness whimpered needily.

“If that’s what you want then I’m glad to do so.” He murmured before he suddenly hoisted Ness away from his lap and flipped their position instantly on the bed, with him now on top of him and Ness pinned beneath him on the mattress.

Before Ness could even protest at the loss of his cock inside of him, Isagi suddenly slammed inside of him ferociously which earned a salacious moan and lecherous mewl from him.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Fuck! Yoichi! So good! Don’t fucking stop!” Ness mewled like a bitch in heat beneath him as he let Isagi railed him mercilessly on the bed.

“Fuck! You’re still fucking tight! Shit! Feels good around me!” Isagi groaned out in pleasure and lust as he couldn’t slow down nor hold back as his body moved on autopilot and continued to plow him wildly on the mattress.

As Ness’ voice started to grow louder, Isagi immediately leaned down and claimed his lips hungrily, swallowing all of his moans and mewls in a deep yet fervent kiss.

Ness returned his kiss deeply, his mouth slotting perfectly against his own as his legs wrapped tightly along his hips to bury him deeper inside of him.

“Fuck... I’m close too...” He mumbled hotly against his lips.

“Do it inside.” Ness murmured as he arched his back and met his avid thrusts ardently.

“You sure? I can just pu—.”

“I’m not saying it twice you clown. Inside or too scared to do it the second time hmm?” Ness pulled away from their kiss and smiled tauntingly at him.

Isagi growled lowly at him. “Then take all of it like the good whore you are.” He replied darkly as his body reached its limit and climax, splashing all his load like a damn waterfall on his hot and aching walls.

Ness moaned out softly as he was filled up to his brim instantaneously, reaching his own peak and painting their chests with thick, ropes of his cum.

Isagi continued to thrust into him with vigor, pumping his seed deeply into him.

“Ah... Ah... Ah... Yoichi...” He mewled helplessly as he trembled like a leaf beneath him, tears of pleasure began raining down on his face.

Isagi leaned down and licked the salty tears away before he kissed him tenderly on his lips and Ness could only moan softly into the kiss and returned it weakly.

His consciousness was slowly slipping away, and he let the slumber take him away into a deep sleep, failing to hear and recognize Isagi’s last words to him that night.

A loud whistle from their coach halted their movements on the field.

“A fifteen-minute break everyone.” Noa announced simply before he turned around and left the field for a moment.

Ness took a deep breath before he went to his bench and picked up his water bottle and pulled out the cap off and started to drink from it.

He tried so hard not to limp as he walked and moved around during their practice. Ness believed that he got his body perfectly under control even though his hips were aching, and legs felt like jelly from overexertion last night. Fuck Isagi and him being damn rough on him again.

He would make sure to let the other known to not overdo it once they have the time to hook up again in the future.

Ness paused and his mind grinded into a screeching halt.

Did he hear himself right? Was he actually considering another time into fooling around with Isagi under the sheets again?

God, how pathetic he can be, and he can’t even control hims—.

“Ness.” A familiar yet stone cold voice cut off his derailing thoughts and brought him back to the present.

Ness glanced around at the source of the voice to find that Kaiser was standing in front of him with that indifferent look on his face.

“Yes? What is it Kaiser?” Ness asked casually but something in his eyes made him feel uneasy and distraught as if his piercing gaze alone could bored right through his soul and read his innermost thoughts and feelings even though he found it to be utterly ridiculous and irrational.

“You’re distracted and you weren’t playing to the best ability at the practice today.” He pointed out bluntly.

“What do you mean?” He asked laughingly, trying to play it cool and hide his nervousness.

“For starters, you and Yoichi were late earlier at the practice. You missed twice in passing the ball to me which doesn’t usually happen to you as you can perform a perfect pass to me wherever I’m positioned at. So, did something happen? Or more specifically did something happened between you and Yoichi?” He asked sharply.

Damn it to hell. Sometimes Kaiser’s observational skills can be an advantage and a disadvantage as it extended outside the field, and he can easily observe and notice some changes in a person’s habits or mannerisms no matter how minor it can be.

Ness blinked at him a few times. “What makes you think that this has something to do with Yoichi? It’s just incidental that we’re both late at the practice earlier. I’d never waste my precious time with that clown. I just got late because I tried to finish reading a book last night and slept in late. Forgive me Kaiser if I’m not in my peak performance today, I’ll ensure to compensate for my mistakes for today later at the practice.” He tried to explain and apologize while looking at him directly, resisting the urge to look away as it would give way that he’d just lie straight into his face about Yoichi and the reason why he was late earlier.

Kaiser looked at him critically in his eyes before he scoffed lightly. “Make sure you do that. I don’t want you to be render useless in our upcoming match considering that you’re the heart of our team.” Kaiser turned around and went back to the field, not waiting for his reaction or response to his words.

A bittersweet smile inched across his lips as he watched Kaiser walked away with his back turned.

Right.

What did he expect from him anyway?

An emperor like him does not pay attention to any other miniscule thing except for his own well-being and how it would affect him in the long run.

And he would gladly do everything to make himself useful and support Kaiser’s hopes and dreams in the field of soccer.

But why there was lingering sense of vacillation within himself every time his thoughts would drift on that idea alone?

Instead, it was Isagi’s gleaming eyes and challenging smirk would appear in his head and his fevered touches and deep kisses would continued to haunt him in his sleepless nights.

He was in deep shit this time.

There were no stars in the sky tonight.

Of course, it’s a baseless and ridiculous notion that Ness could think of since they’re in a dome with no windows or glassy roofs in sight.

The facility of Blue Lock was equivalent to a concentration camp sometimes with the smell of antiseptic silver of alcohol which reminded him of a white hallway in a hospital.

If his parents were here and they’d heard him about it, they would simply dismiss it with a factual explanation of light pollution from human-made sources of light which brightened up the sky and made it difficult to see the stars.

They wouldn’t entertain any vague ideas that don’t hold any empirical evidence of some sort.

That's why Alexis had been a foreign specimen to them. An unknown data that they couldn’t comprehend in their lineage. In a family of scientists who always based their thoughts and conclusions on scientific data, he stood out to the rest of them like sore gum.

Ness knew within himself that he was the black sheep of his family. He had always believed in the possibility of the seemingly impossible things like magic and creativity.

Nevertheless...

...

Sometimes in the deep recesses of his own mind, he kept on thinking if this was real and if it was, why the fuck was he even doing it in the first place?

Why the hell he kept sleeping with Isagi repeatedly even though he was the mortal enemy of his own emperor?

He was no scientist by any means.

But any faceless person could chance a glance at him and his situation and would deemed that he was good at making terrible mistakes and irrational decisions based on the waves of his emotion and unreliable heart.

He’d chance a glance at Isagi’s frame from a distance and he’d see him chatting animatedly with his fellow peers in Blue Lock or even wore his usual scowl and annoyance whenever Kaiser would get a chance to deride and mock his skills in the field.

It’s as if their brief dalliance with one another didn’t happen in those feverish nights inside the facility that’s filled with oppressive environment and high-stake competitiveness with the other players.

The only moment that it’d finally register that the fate would deem for him it to be real was whenever he’d realize that Isagi would stole surreptitious glances at him, a ghost of a smirk lingering around his lips, and fingers subtly brushing along his in the guise of a casual physical comradery between the two of them in the pitch.

He thought that they were simply traversing in the garden of illusions where the others ceased to exist, and they were caught in a spellbinding trap of haziness with one another.

It was one of those nights once again that they were cocooned in each other’s arms with his frame pinned by Isagi under the mattress and showering his neck with languorous kisses and slight nibbling on his skin.

They’re just finished in their second round of sex but with the way things were going between the two of them, it seemed that a third round was not a farfetched idea after all.

It sent a thrilling sensation inside of him much to Ness’ chagrin.

“Don’t push your luck and leave any marks you idiot.” Ness grumbled hoarsely as he prevented Isagi’s teeth from sinking down on the sensitive expanse of his skin around his neck.

“Stop having grandeur of delusions Alexis. As if I wanted to claim you.” Isagi quipped idly as he trailed lazy kisses down his chest and started sucking on one of his nipples which was still flush and tender from being paid attention a few moments ago.

“Fuck you Yoichi. Don’t be too ahead of yourself. As if I’d want your pathetic ass to claim me.” He tried to sound derisive, but it came out as a light gasp as he felt his hot tongue giving out kitten licks on his sensitive nubs before he sucked it eagerly.

Isagi only hummed in response, seemingly distracted with his eager mouth doing sinful things around his body.

A light gasp escaped from Ness’ lips as Isagi’s fingers started to tease his rim briefly before they breached his entrance once again, his walls were still hot and slick from the cum jostling in and out of him.

“Fuck...” Ness breathed out raggedly as he couldn’t stop his hips from moving and riding the other’s fingers which were expertly maneuvering his insides like a soft sponge and milking his velvety walls in apt precision and dexterity.

“Wanna go again?” Isagi mouthed along his skin before he looked up at him with a devious yet charming smile on his face that sent Ness’ heart stuttering wildly inside his chest.

“Okay... Just don’t overdo it or we’ll be late for practice tomorrow again...” Ness replied faintly as a needy whine slipped past his lips when Isagi pulled out his fingers and situated himself on top of him.

“Of course. I don’t wanna be accuse of giving a bad influence to the heart of the team who got an impeccable record in attendance.” Isagi laughed huskily as he gave his cock a few more strokes before he slammed back into him with vigor and enthusiasm.

“Fuck you...!” Ness cursed at him before a series of moans erupted from his lips as he felt the wide girth of his cock breaching his quivering walls once again.

“That’s what I’m already doing... Shit... Still fucking tight... How are you still this tight when we’ve done this several times already...?” Isagi ground his teeth as he held his hips tightly and piston his insides in wild abandon, the bed creaking against their wild movements.

Ness could only mewl and moan sinfully as Isagi repeatedly abused his sweet spot, his eyes rolling back in the tumultuous pleasure and ecstasy that Isagi was giving him.

He barely registered Isagi leaning down and sealing his lips in a deep kiss to swallow all the pleasurable noises that he was making beneath him. Ness returned his kiss hungrily and let his tongue plunder the insides of his mouth wildly.

A few more thrusts and Isagi finally reached his peak and emptied himself into him, his insides milking on his cock as the splashes of his cum painted his walls in hot, silvery hues of his cum. He followed soon right after, the orgasm hitting him like a freight train as he splashed his load across their chests suddenly.

He moaned weakly inside his mouth as they both rode their highs together until it subsided.

Isagi pulled away from their kiss and fell on top of him unceremoniously, breathing raggedly against his neck.

Ness loosened his grip on him, but he kept his legs wrapped around his hips unconsciously to enjoy the remaining sizzling sensation traipsing inside of him whenever their bodies slot against each other sensuously.

“Stay the night?” Isagi asked throatily as he licked at the shell of his ear lazily.

The correct answer should be no.

There's no other right answer besides it.

But maybe his family was right.

He really was the moron on their family as he let his mouth run faster than his head.

That's why he can never be a scientist like them because he let the whims of his unreliable heart win in the end when the right thing to do was listen to the reasonable part of his head.

“Yeah, I will.”

He could feel Isagi smiling against his skin but chose to ignore it as the deep slumber took away his consciousness and fell into a dreamless sleep right into his arms.

A few days later...

The black gloves fit seamlessly inside his hands as he finally put them on.

Today was their anticipated match against the PxG and Ness’ nerves thrummed inside his veins in half excitement and half anxiousness.

Now’s not the time to feel any other negative emotion that could affect his performance later on in the match.

He just needed to focus on his goal and—

“Ness. You ready?” Kaiser’s cool voice interrupted his thoughts, and he faced him with a confident smile on his face. He just inwardly hoped that he couldn’t see the slight nervousness surging inside of him.

“Of course, I am Kaiser. As ready as I’ll ever be!” He closed the door of his locker with an audible click of the lock.

Kaiser was about to speak when his gaze caught Isagi’s figure at the corner who’s done tying his shoelaces and stood up.

“So, Yoichi are you ready to be the clown for today’s match?” He asked mockingly.

Isagi stared at Kaiser with a look of contempt in his eyes. “You’re the one who should be ready to be dethroned you naked emperor.” He scoffed.

Ness’ brow twitched as he glared sharply at Isagi. “Watch your words you loser.” He warned.

Isagi glanced at Ness briefly before he offered him a deriding grin and a weighted gaze that caught his breath and heart somersaulting inside his chest. “You’re the one who should watch yourself if I were you.”

“Why you—.”

A tap on his shoulder halted Ness’ next words and looked at Kaiser silently.

“Ness. I believe you should get in line now out there before Noa came looking for us. I’ll follow soon right after.”

Ness looked conflicted for a moment before he sighed in defeat and nodded, leaving him and Isagi in the locker room.

As soon as Ness left, Kaiser narrowed his eyes at Isagi. “This is between you and me. Consider this as a mild warning to not let my midfielder into your mind games and tricks.” He said coldly.

Isagi arched a brow before he wore an innocent smile on his lips as he approached him and whispered something right into his ear that made Kaiser taken aback for a moment before he clenched his fists to the side.

“You really should take care of your midfielder or else you’re going to lose him once he found the true source of magic that can make his ideas a true reality on the pitch.”

(A/N: This was born out of that panel in chapter 239 where Ness looked starstruck at Isagi after the match while still harboring a hatred for him lol. So, this is my special holiday gift to the Isaness shippers out there who keep on growng and sailing. Hover that mouse to the dialog box and leave me a review for my amusement.)

#blue lock #fanfiction #oneshot #spoilers #manga spoilers for chapter 239 #blue lock spoilers #character study #relationship study #angst and smut #enemies with benefits #isaness #ambiguous relationship #isagi yoichi #alexis ness #michael kaiser #noel noa

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All That Glitters and Gleams

So it has been over a year since I writer Sherlolly. Thought I might be done because of my focus on my two books and trying to get an agent... life is funny.

When this photo showed up in the sherlolly discord,

the wheels started spinning and 24 hours later, you're welcome.

cw: semi-public sex, fingering, light dom/sub, begging

Glittering.

Gold and silver statues and everything shiny draped dramatic fabric in this room normally spare dingy blue white.

And he hated it.

But impressed all the same. The banquet hall of St. Barts transformed to another age. Sherlock scoffed when Molly asked him to this 1920s fundraiser, rattling facts about all the false opulence for what.

"It's fun to pretend," she'd said in the wry, sad resignation he knew like a drug. Nearly as unpredictable. She might tell him to forget it and go with someone else. She might let him rattle off facts as they walk in and still pull him along, suffering the embarrassment.

She blessed him with the latter.

He couldn't refuse anymore what she asked for. His life depended on her happiness… like a new addiction.

But he'd denied her the one thing she craved. She denied herself more.

"They shouldn't have spent so much money, you were right," she said at his side. "You've every right to hate this. It's dancing and talking to higher ups. We can go home."

"Well, at least the champagne is cheap," he said glancing at woman walking by with two green bottles in had. But home, where is the adventure in that? Can't critique and complain until we have the facts," he said, slipping off his long wool coat, handing it to the hired coat clerk… no wait, it was a boy from the cafe.

"Gerald, they roped you into this?" Sherlock frowned at him.

"Ticket sir, you try to have a good time, eh?" the boy said, coats piling up on his right.

"Yes…yes." Sherlock offered him a cocked tightlipped smile.

In instinct he turned to Molly, and without interrupting her conversation with a heart surgeon he disliked, his hands reached around her shoulders, grasping the lapels on her equally long coat.

The lights, low in the room but travelling across a mirror ball, landed at her back as he slid the dark fabric down like a curtain.

Glittering.

But he liked it.

He vibrated, her scapula bones meeting like wings of an angel as she dropped the coat off her arms.

She'd not let him look at the dress until now. Beadwork in a line down the straps, down and across her waist. Shadow and bones and gold. Champagne dripped down her frame, soon like on her tongue.

She matched the room and enhanced it to a mind numbing quality.

"Come on, there's Stamford," she said with a half grin, and grabbed his hand.

Like fire on a golden pyre.

He accepted her lead, lost in the light playing off her skin. He'd mapped it before. He mapped everything. But why does it look different here?

Do her nerves jump when his hand drifted up to her elbow, gripping like a secret, waiting? Lost to the bunching pale satin, but… she responded each time, ending the conversation.

She let him hold her hand absently as she tugged him from one corner to the next. Satin gloves threaded in his fingers, robbing him of hers.

But her back, exposed, and his touch strayed there often to catch her attention, drawing her into him so he could mutter in her ear some amusing observation he'd about someone she chatted with.

Her skin cooled like a glass of cold milk. He craved it the same. But he feared his hand gave him away, warming more with every risked caress.

She flinched the first time, her wings shrugging him away.

But now she let it lay there, even as he chased a shadow up the nape with his finger.

Her shiver is not from the room now.

He smiled to himself, but the oncologist next to him took it as an opportunity to speak. I can do two things at once. Sherlock kept his fingers near her scalp, his fingernail grazing along the hairline until she quivered, and fanned herself with her purse.

They made many more rounds, each one more exhausting. The satin under his hands, the hand on her lower back enticing. Every man who tried to insult her field of study with backhanded compliments boiled his blood.

His mask slipped, and he half insulted the last surgeon they spoke to.

"You're getting rude," she said, dragging him down by his collar to her ear.

Oh, don’t do that…

The tug switched on a part of his brain he'd kept safe from her. They'd both been so good since his sister nearly destroyed everything.

Such respectable friends, open with their emotions except for…

I'm going to ruin that now.

“Sherlock, are you listening to me?” She searched his face for understanding in the dark.

“I thought you said all surgeons are like footballers, egotistical and overpaid,” he sniffed.

She leaned back and frowned. "You said that."

“Hmm…” he matched her frown, then smiled, running his tongue along his teeth. “Oh, yes… I did. But you might have agreed.”

He gasped. She snatched his collar again, with a curl twisted in it now, setting a delightful tingle across his scalp.

“Why is it so hard for you to behave…”

He turned enough so she could meet his stare. "You like me when I don't… why change that now?" His tongue strayed across his lips, letting his gaze drop to hers.

In the dark and flashing light of the room, it hit perfect timing for the scarlet of her lips to show. Her teeth parted and her tongue licked her own lips as well.

“Come with me,” she said, low, releasing him when someone glanced their way.

They reached the bathroom on the front left corner of the room, with no one around. “You know what? Wait here for a moment and then we'll talk.” She stepped in and his hand caught the door as she pushed close it.

Wide-eyed, she let him push it back and close it behind him, meeting her stare.

"Sherlock, what are you—"

His finger to his lips and she clamped her mouth shut. His lips lifted into a sly smile.

"Is there something wrong?" She moved to him and glanced at the door, his hand going back behind him and clicking the lock.

“No, I wanted to talk… privately.”

She sighed out in relief. “We could have gone outside.”

“Then I couldn’t look at you in that dress.”

The bathroom decorated for the theme, feather arrangement, lights low. The cream walls normally boring matched her antique faded gold satin. He soaked in the room along with her.

One last look before you leap…

"Oh, don't be silly…" she chuckled, crossing her arms, and his eyes dropped to the cleavage.

He remained wordless, a hand in his pocket, waiting for her to catch up.

She squinted, shaking her head as she whispered, "Oh… no."

"Molly."

She ran a hand through her short cropped hair. How soon might I do the same?

“Are you really going to do this here? This dance for… god I thought we'd settled this,” she said, the plead in her tone only urged him on more.

“Oh, my sweet Molly, like ice cream on my tongue, freezing every word… until this dress.” he shifted near to her, and she stepped back near the sink.

"I'm not sweet," she said with folded arms, looking down at the cleavage, realising the effect and moving her arms, bracing on the sink basin. “We should go… before you say something you shouldn't.”

"I'll be the judge of that."

She turned toward the mirror with a scoff. “Your judgement is terrible. I don't trust it. But yes…you always thought me too sweet… is that all compassion is to you?” Her gaze went down as she said it and he counted the vertebrae in her neck, concentrating.

How did I get here? How do I get out of it?

But he was bored with ignoring the chemicals running under his skin when she was near.

He closed the distance behind her, and she stiffened. His eyes travelled from the hollow of her throat, slowly following the pink path each capillary displayed with the pump of her heart. Those lips, red and not yet swollen as he'd make them.

His gaze lifted from there up as he spoke his stare meeting hers in the mirror. "My mistake then… I do confess to the two mistakes you accused. But then I recall less gentleness when your hand stuck hard," he raised his hand, tenderly tracing his thumb along her cheekbone, and licked his lips when she shivered. “Do I deserve it again?”

The beadwork, gold and silver sparkling in the low light, entranced him. He traced down with a finger, following along its path, ending in a v, breast swelling with her heightened breath. Her heartbeat was so strong the pulse beat a rhythm under his fingertips. But he never broke his stare, and she held it, her eyes dark and shining.

Gleaming.

And he loved it.

Would she imagine him closing the gap, a canyon between what they've been… and what they will be? Never letting his lips touch, but he assured his breath and its heat performed the same duty as he spoke into her ear… and then her jaw.

"But tell me… did you know how I fought every urge and when it changed… how many times we've almost. When we considered all the possibilities and said no…was it not because you were so principled?" He said with a smirking grin.

Crack.

She’d spun around to face him and struck his left cheek. She gulped hard, and he sighed, waiting for her words to catch up with her hand.

“If this is a game… It's very cruel. You can read what I want without touching. You know every ache, every want… you…” She drew a deep breath through her nose. “Always did. Question is… will you be too high minded … or will you…” She squinted as she spoke, but the tremble he expected was absent.

But this was the Molly he'd fallen for all along, in her own power and never under his. Quite the opposite. Her lips parted, her eyes on his lips as well.

Her breath matched his, and his lungs ached for them to share the same air.

“Which one of us will break… that delicious thick tension we’d spun for years… but…” he tipped his nose against hers and with his hands on either side of her on the washbasin, holding on to the porcelain for dear life, he said near her lips, “It was always yours to take… stop asking for permission.”

Come on now, my Molly.

He let her kiss him, and answered the swell in his chest deepening until his entire mouth encompassed hers, his tongue licking the champagne sugars off hers.

“You kiss like you want me, Sherlock Holmes.” She sighed into his throat, breathless. She'd pressed her body against him when the kiss deepened. He couldn't dare put his arms around her… I might never let go.

He swallowed hard. "The easiest thing I've ever done. You'd be correct… you always were."

“Oh, yes… too sweet. Then…” she said with a huff, leaning back, robbing him of her nearness, and he missed it.

He met her knowing stare.

“You're correct… you always were.” Honesty at last. But he couldn't see if it would help or harm the mood.

She shook her head slightly. “Don't be like that. I don't know what to do with that. It can't fuck me properly.”

“Then tell me what you want. As in to say… I'm done thinking for now. It bores me.” He spoke into her neck, “Tell me the fantasy… I can only read so much from your breath and skin singing under my touch… instruct me to see how to get you there. New memories.”

"Beg me. On your knees. And make sure you say please.”

He sighed. “Now Molly… I wanted to tease you more before I have use of my knees… have you lost patience—”

Her hand covered his mouth, and she pushed him down until her knee dug into his shoulder hard, on his knees in front of her.

“Beg… it's the least you can do if you want me so much… wanted me so long. We're both ignoring our principles now…” she said, each word strong ringing in his mind. “So beg.”

Her mouth is so pretty when she says…

"So beg."

He quieted his mind, a singular focus now. Every sense dialled in to her rich floral perfume, her touch and heartbeat.

The light played on the satin before him, transfixing. “Please,” he said low, running his hands lightly along the golden sleek cloth, seeking her bones underneath like a lost road. “Teach me, tell me what to do.”

“I don’t want to ruin this beautiful dress… put your jacket next to the basin.”

He lingered his hand fascinated with the precise folds of the skirt, shining and shadowing, like the folds he’d soon… he trailed a finger along one close to her hip.

“Now will you be a good boy…and do what I asked or do I…?”

He looked up into her eyes, so far above him like a goddess’ blessing. He held her stare as he snatched the coat off and handed it to her to arrange.

“Now set me—oh!”

As he stood, taking her with him as he grabbed her hips and arse, fingers digging the slippery dress and sat her on the counter so hard she bounced.

He smiled sly as irritation on her skin coloured the same as her blush. I like both too much.

He held his hands up in false surrender.

She huffed out, “Are you going to take instruction or are you gonna improvise your own here?”

“I’ve matured, I like collaboration.” He shrugged a shoulder, leaning over and snatching an ostrich feather out of the full vase next to her. How perfect for the theme this evening. The sheen on the feathers caught the light golden as her dress. He twirled it between his fingers, waiting.

“Nothing else unless I say so,” she said. He didn't miss the gravel and struggle to breathe. Her stare unblinking on the feather.

“Then…” he held the feather out in front of her and lowered it, leaning in meeting her half lidded gaze. “Tell me what to do.”

“I think you guessed I like a tease.”

He nodded, “Oh do I ever…we've done years… little kisses on the cheek like friends,” he let the end of the feather fall across her face, moving it in time to watch the colour rise deep scarlet. “But since we remedied that… … but what's a little more?” He lowered the feather across her neck and she turned her head, opening up and he imagined her nerves jumping.

That neck was like cream he wanted to lick and bruise with his teeth.

Ah, there is the demon I've always feared.

He teased with the feather down between her breasts, and she shuddered with her sigh. Her eyes closed, and he trailed the feather up again, teasing her clavicle, the bones showing their angles in shadow and he wanted to add his own shadow there as well.

She leaned back, head against the mirror. “More,” she whispered out.

The feather up her throat, and he trembled, the tip of it caressing her lips. Now I'm jealous of a feather. He wanted to kiss her again but now bound by the agreement. She'd broken so many rules for him. I can keep this one.

Her breath shuddered as she leaned back over and looked up into his eyes.

“That's enough. Kiss me… kiss me so hard I might bleed.”

He shook his head, and squinted, “Don't ask me to do that. I'll do anything you ask… it is what you deserve, but… those demons don't need to come out yet.”

She gritted her teeth under her lips, “Then kiss me like you love me.”

I'm gonna ignore those tears. They're not here to stay.

He kissed her so tenderly he thought they both might break.

She stopped for a breath, and spoke into his ear, “I love you too… Now that's out of the way, kiss me however you want… but I want your hands to move this skirt out of the way.”

He lifted her and shoved it out of the way behind her, and she helped gather the top. He hates the skirt now. Should have encouraged her for a short flapper dress, one with a delightful fringe he could have twirled in his fingers near her knee.

No matter. The music kicked up loud outside the bathroom, the low beat thumping under his hand resetting just beside her thigh like a heartbeat.

“Tell me what you want… my touch or my tongue.” He licked his lips, drying from his breath increased as much as hers. Oh, to find out how sweet she really is.

“Touch… I think that's all I can stand for now,” she said with an unsteady voice. “Talk to me. Tell what you want… tell me what you will do… your voice is the only sound I want in my head.”

His thumbs strayed to her thighs, bare and like silk. Circles and caresses, and he leaned into her ear, “Can you please…” he caressed over her knees. "lean back to the wall, my love, I don't want you to hurt that pretty head."

“Yes… more,” she said, exposing that creamy throat again.

“Can I kiss your neck… please?”

“Yes… god yes, but… I need your fingers,” she reached a trembling hand and grasped his, setting it on inner thigh. "I need them inside me." The fire like heat pulsed against his palm. She's so wet for me…

But first, he raised his fingers up to his mouth, letting her observe him wet them, meeting her stare.

He tugged her soaked knickers aside. Two fingers found her folds. So ready for him, his knees nearly buckled. He turned his fingers and met her clit with his thumb, gently as she was so hard. She pulled and tugged on his fingers, whimpering, calling him like a siren's song.

She's always been the rock I'd dash myself on.

His lips on her throat, and she burrowed her nails in his curls and scalp. Those low moans barely reached his ears, but they vibrated under his tongue, the salt of her skin mouthwatering.

Bang bang.

The lock jiggled.

They both glanced at the lock, wide-eyed, but it held.

Oh, that will not do.

Her movement on his fingers wavered, but he pressed further, finding the spot that nearly made her cry out and he grinned into the hollow of her throat and flicked it with his tongue.

Her moan louder, but he clamped his hand tight over her mouth, every knock urging him on, his thumb playing with clit, soaking wet dripping down as his fingers curled. Her panicked peeks at the door replaced as she closed her eyes and smiled into his hand, her sigh hot and panted.

He turned her face and leaned into her ear, nipping as he spoke. “Is that adding to the effect? There'll be no mistake what I did to you when we leave together… they’ll know… shame they can’t hear the crying moan I want to hear… A shame for me. Tell me. Harder or softer… how long do you want them to wait?”

She panted into his hand. "Harder… oh god… I'm so close. Don't stop that or I'll hit you again."

The brat in him wanted to tease her. But this wasn't the time.

But his deep voice, he knew its effect, and he spoke, meeting her lidded stare with his own.

"They love our brilliant brains, don't you think? But they don't see us as humans. Never will, but we can see and feel it now. It's our little secret how human we can both be."

She whimpered and tightened but… no it's not quite there.

“Can you come for me… please?”

“Kiss me one more time… I… oh…” she said with a shudder, her legs tightening on his hand.

And kiss her he did, so hard she might bleed and she cried out into his mouth and shuddered down into her orgasm, pulsing so deliciously around his finger he almost came himself.

She slumped, and he stared, pulling out.

When she met his gaze, she whispered, “You can taste the results… and think about when we get home.”

He sucked his fingers clean, not blinking and her smile, slight, ended with a shivered whimper.

Much too sweet… I can't wait for more.

#ukthxbye is ficcing #sherlolly #molly hooper #sherlock holmes #bbc sherlock #angst and smut #feels #angst is their kink and they've sorted that out

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oops-it-happened-again · 3 months ago

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Thinking about a one-shot about Aemond's self-esteem issues when it comes to his appearance (what with being called damaged and having lost an eye and all)...

Why am I like this?

#og post #inspo #ewan mitchell #aemond targaryen #hotd aemond #HOTD #angst and smut #who needs to be told he's a good boy

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iplayghoul · 2 years ago

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𝐒𝐎𝐒.

pairing:: gojo satoru x reader

word count:: 3.2k

warnings:: toxic relationship, cheating, trauma, emotional sex, masturbation, weed use/mention, obsessive & possessive reader, sex toys, childhood trauma, unhealthy relationships, angst, oral sex f!receiving, black coded characters (?), vaginal sex, daddy kink (one time), hurt with little to no comfort, mature content.

notes:: this isnt me yall... i swear LMAOO anyways this work as a part of the SOS Collab by @sirenh4ll ! inspired by my interpretation of SOS by SZA. short playlist that i felt suited the vibe, listening isnt necessary. enjoy!! rbgs wit comments appreciated, ignore typos.

𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝, 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞. Nah, lil' bitch, can't let you finish. Yeah, that's right, I need commission on mine. All that sauce you got from me. All that shit I gave for free. I don't want it back, want it back. This ain't no warnin' shot. In case all you hoes forgot.

Eyes blurry with a fat glob of tears, lashes heavy with 'em. Your lower half bare, tucked comfortably into your bedroom pillows with a hand lazily holding your right thigh up. Eyes roll around your head slackly, blank and dizzy with the harsh press of your vibrator to your clit. Your hand gripped the wand tight and maintained the slow motions, reddened eyes fluttering shut, swirling around and open again. Your head felt floaty, like you weren't even there. The bright light from your phone, a new message, reflects off the glassy coating of your eyes as Gojo Satoru responds to the 'I miss you' message you'd sent him not even 10 minutes before the vibrator started torturing you.

'toru — you miss me? thats funny.

Your hand came off your thigh, vibrator slipping a little lower in your next hand, leaking hole tingling with the sensation of the circles being rubbed just below your clit. Acrylics tapped against the screen as you hazily attempt to unlock your phone; finger print on the censor then to the notification. Squinting at the brightness a little and coughing at the smoke from the blunt you'd neglected on the side table. It wasn't your first, the coughing turned into whining and fresh tears built up in your eyes again— it pushed the old ones over the edge of your eyes and down your cheeks to lips that were wet with spit, lip gloss and snot from all the crying. Crying that started back up in another round as you typed out a response, hoping to get a desirable answer out of him.

you — yea.

you — u kno last night i cried?

Maybe you were the obsessed one. Satoru doesn't live that far from you, same block almost, but he's lucky you didn't see each other in person since he broke it off. His ass wasn't serious for real, you'd think scrolling on his Instagram, stalking his stories and liking his posts; on your main account so that hoe would know you didn't give a fuck. All that funny shit aside, all you wanted was to call him 'Mine'. He poses up smiling wide, long white lashes that rivaled his teeth and heavy lids drooping over his eyes. Shirtless on the edge of a pool with a pretty thing slung up under his shoulder. You stared at that picture for— I don't know how long, so long the weed was startin to take over n' you saw yourself in her.

Her hips had the same dips as yours, he grabbed the fat on her thigh the way he'd grab yours, her smile dimpled with grills decorated her bottom row of teeth the same way yours did. To be honest, Satoru's needy n' clingy ass was just a sneaky link. Everything about you stalking his Instagram just the day before, wouldn't have happened if you didn't get attached— or was that what he wanted you to think? All that shit you put into him when you said 'You know I like you?'. That morning when you two were laid up next to each other, he woke with the same tranquility and softness he slept with and you said you loved him. You knew he didn't want a relationship. So yeah, you cried n' you cried when he broke it off, your obsession with every bitch he'd talk to, 'She look like a mini-me don't she?'.

Calling him attached, obsessed: weird, when you got deeper into each other, falling in love with you. In your mind you promised you'd stop with all that bullshit you talked to him, realizing how you fucked over the relationship but refusing to admit being the cause of it. His needy ass just wanted to replace you, hung up on you like you didn't crave him every waking day.

'toru — i have a girl.

you — i didn't say nothing about that, baby.

you — wanna cme over?

You stare at the text, lip quivering and hand quivering over the keypad, knowing the exact trap you were walking into, or walking him into. You never imagined being the type to message an ex for a hookup, not even try to make him a cheater but you were horny. Wanted him to suck your tits. To touch you in any way he wanted, slap you, fuck you crazy n' when you back up cause' he's too deep he'd pull you back down on him by your arms. Strangle the fuck out you, spit on you– in you. Anything, in you.

You shut off the vibrator, tossing it a little to the side and picking up a small silicone dildo you had laying on the bed. Toying with it in your hands, bored and aimless, just wanting to feel something. Sex wasn't that good anymore, not when it wasn't with him, you wanted to make love, get hurt, get fucked, make love n' get hurt. You release the tension from your neck, dropping your head back into the pillows and staring at the ceiling and playing the tip of the dildo at your entrance. Pushing it barely in and out just to ear the slick sucking noise and popping it back out, wet and loose for his cock to fill it up. Your eyes flutter shut and you push the dildo in you further, feeling your cunt suction on it like it was a pacifier. Caught up in your head you feel like your spirit becomes detached, the yearning for him so strong you've become disconnected from your body. Wanting him so deeply in your soul. The room starts the spin, behind the darkness of your eyelids and the notification sound from your phone tugs you back into your body and you open your eyes. Cunt still dripping with dissatisfaction with the dildo but it satisfies an itch just slightly.

'toru — already told u, i got a girl.

you — u kno ion care bout that, fuck the consequences fr.

A sigh, "Fuck!" The dildo gets thrown across the room and suddenly you're transported back to being a child, following your mother around the house for even an ounce of attention you'd never receive. Nothing besides a pop in the mouth for talking out of line. It was pathetic almost, your face screwed up into an ugly cry, a sob ripping from deep in your diaphragm straight through your throat. In desperation, grabbing at the spot where your heart was through the muscle of your breast and grabbing your phone. Hands typing fast.

you — please. please satoru please | seen.

Sobs shook your shoulders, hands pressing at your eyes and getting wet with your tears, phone screen still in hand. Your tears touch the sensitive screen and trigger random keys on the pad to send to him. You didn't know if he was seeing it but you didn't care. A part of you felt embarrassed, the sober you from tomorrow would look back on it. He probably thought you were drunk, gone on fuckin' drugs but he wouldn't be too far off. Sitting on your bed in just a big shirt, naked on the bottom, bawling your heart out for a man who you weren't sure pity you actually deserved. A man with everything handed to him as a child, who denied himself love and commitment for that exact reason. Was he Satoru Gojo because you loved him? Or did you love him because he was Satoru Gojo.

Just this once, he thought. He'd allow himself to become attached. To feel love, to grow with someone in love, to become clingy and needy for their love. Only to be shut down, mocked and bullied with words. You're crazy lucky he remembered the pass key to your apartment, you didn't have the heart to change it. Crazy lucky the man you wanted was walking heavy up the stairs to your bedroom. Crazy lucky Satoru was looking down at your pathetic, sobbing form crumpled among your bedsheets and pillows. Insanely lucky that, with red rimmed and tired eyes he sunk his knees onto the bed and crawled towards you with arms outstretched.

Grabbing you by the jaw, Satoru's eyes, shining bright and blue in the dim light of your bedroom, inspects your face. He presses a kiss, soft and gentle onto the tears that streamed down your face anew. He removes your phone from your hand and throws it to the side, "I loved you, you know that?" And your heart aches listening to the past, the maturity in his voice. You nod, silent with a sniffle. His eyes are so distracting, at this point you're peering past his eyes that tell you sorrowful words and instead stare into his soul. It wants you.

Satoru kisses about your face now, you don't know all that he said but it didn't matter anymore. He was here. He kisses your wet face with his soft lips, kissing the tips of your ears and behind your neck while whispering about how much you fucked up. How much he missed you, how much he tried to replace you with someone else. Your pussy pulsed, his lips were on your neck and you felt hot as they kissed and pulls at your skin gently. They travel lower and lower, his wispy white hair tucking itself under your neck as his mouth was open wide n' wet around your tits. Stretching your already stretched out shirt to fit his head in, making room to slot his lips over your nipples and full his mouth.

You gasp, he's grabbing you by your tummy to push you back into the pillows. Satoru's lips urgent about the swell of your belly and below the pooch, he pulls at your belly ring with his teeth to feel you flinch. Your hand cards through his hair, his teeth nipping at the skin of your thighs, around your cunt. Large hands forcing your legs apart, his tall, muscular frame dominating yours. He puffs out a few breaths, teasing your cunt with the heat against it. You dare not say a word, accepting everything he gave you with nothing more than a gasp, whine, whimper and moan. The silent sensual trade between your souls under-way.

He points his tongue, trailing it between the slop left over from your own self-pleasure, circling it around your clit before flattening his tongue to cover more surface. A whine dies in your throat, before he's closing his mouth over your clit, sucking and licking into you like he's making out with your cunt. Satoru slips his tongue in, teasing it at the entrance of your pussy. He pushes his face deeper into you and you grab the pillows, done up hair, messy and in disarray from the crying and whining you'd done in the past week. He looks up at you, through his eyelashes, you could only a bit of his eyes, bright and a deeper blue. Satoru breathes out heavily and plunges his tongue in you, fucking into your neglected cunt with much needed stimulation. His nose pressing into your clit with every motion, and forehead covered with a sheen of sweat, shoved into your belly.

"Do you like that, pretty girl?" Satoru's velvety voice cuts through the ear, his lips hover above your cunt with his hot breath tickling you, a sticky string of your juices connecting his lips back to your clit. It's almost as if knowing it's wrong, he can't bring himself to stop, the softness in his voice as he looks up at you from between your legs. And you only nod, the will to speak having left you completely. All you can do is observe the way his muscles bulge out of his wife beater, holding himself up and gripping your thighs. "I asked you a question, darling." He spits onto your clit and sucks everything into his mouth, the slick sensation around your clit eliciting a whimper, "F– feels good, daddy." your voice barely rising to a whisper, the last word even softer.

With every lick and touch of his tongue you just get wetter, you feel a little spirt of clear liquid find its way into his mouth but you tense up, stomach rolling and clit pulsing like you were holding back your pee and Satoru doesn't let you cum. Pulling down his sweatpants down below his ass, he maneuvers his cock into his hands. You eye him hard, the greyish‐white happy trail going down his stomach, to the well kept hair below his dick. It was fat n' circumcised. The cockhead a mix of pink and purple, leaking pre with veins bulging to the side similarly to his hands, as if it were desperate to release into you. It's a silent process, for the most part, afraid to speak too much words because words make things real. Simply imagining the exchange of 'I love you's' and praises to each other beyond compare was too much for you.

Your ex's bulbous tip was nudging at the entrance of your pussy, you lift your left leg with a hand under the thigh to ease the process while Satoru shifts his hips closer to you. His eyes were trained deeply on you, almost like he was speaking with his spirit. And you return the stare before breaking it when the tip of his dick was dully surrounded by your cunt. Pushed past the first inch and he remained there, groaning loud and throwing his head back in frustration. Maybe words didn't matter anymore, his fucking cock was in you. With every ounce of restraint he had, he held the base of his cock while letting you get used to the burn of the stretch. It wasn't much, thankfully, your cunt wet and pliable from everything you'd done earlier. Blue eyes flutter close, tears were springing in them and he leans forward over you, his shoulders pressing against your face and he bends his head to drop onto yours. Satoru's large hands, up under your knees folded you back as he leaned, his cock slips out. But, your lips press against his shoulders and you decorate his shoulder with your kisses, receiving a kiss at the top of the head. It aches, fresh tears gush in your eyes.

He brings your legs to rest crossed behind your neck and his arms wrap around your back and hug you into him. Satoru forces his cock in slowly, groaning more the deeper he goes and whispering curses above you. His abdominals flex and expand with the slow pace he begins pumping in an out of you. And you cry, head falling back away from his shoulders. Where you'd been staring at the blank ceiling before, his face was there and your blurry eyes connected with his staring right back at you. Mouth slightly agape, and head spinning with every stroke, it felt like everything was going in slow motion and you could only look at him. He drives his cock up to the hilt and curses. "Satoru," You call up to him and his eyes spring with water, your mouth dries, "I really like that," You whisper and whimper with his continuing strokes.

He finds himself enthralled by you, jaw slack and mouth watering. Satoru's eyes flicker from yours to your lips and back, licking his lips and fucking into you quicker. The desperation was starting to take over, walking on eggshells with his cock fucking into you quick and deep wasn't gonna work. His eyes become blurry with tears like yours and he gives in. Hesitating once he embraces your lips in his and you moan out a sigh into each other. Your hands slot into his hair and press him deeper, your tongues dancing together and licking into each others' mouths. Your moans into the kiss mimicing the slap of his hips against yours. He draws back from you, "Fuck, I love you," a strangled sob releases from you and tears drop from his eyes onto your face. He holds your face by your jaw, mushing your cheeks together in his grasp and you gasp, "I– oh shit, it's– deep, I love you— too." Your tears mix together on your cheeks and run down the sides of your face, his hand moves down to clasp the sides of your neck and make the blood rush to your head.

He mumbles curses, 'Shit, shit, shit' with every stroke of his cock in you, feeling your cunt tense up. Your barely responsive frame laying in his hold while soft, low spurts of white-clear liquid wet his cock every time he drags it out of you. He's fucking your squirt back into you. The room was hot, your sweaty skin sticking together with his and the only sounds were the smack of his hips against yours harmonizing with his breathy moans and your whimpers. Your cunt ached and beat with the timing of your heart. "Where you want me to cum?" His voice brings you back to where you were and your eyes roll when you attempt to look at him. Your mind spins fast and your seeing stars, he doesn't stop fucking his cock into you and you're trying not to make a stupid decision. One that would ruin both your lives forever. You think of the pros and cons and he drops his head onto your shoulder and groans.

You're thinking of what your kids would look like, with his pretty eyes, your hair with his albinism. You thought of him standing beside your hospital bed while you gave birth to his babies. His cock was scratching in itch right on your g-spot, digging into the gummy walls of your cunt; you almost felt nauseous. How he'd look guiding your baby through it's first steps, how his blue eyes would light up when it says 'Dada' for the first time. You blink away tears and bite back a squeal as he gets rougher, his lips on your neck and he's mumbling, "Want me to cum in you? Is that it?" And you feel like he's toying with you, giving you what you wanted, giving you the help you asked for in the first place with your S.O.S. And you hiccup, Pushing your hands at his chest 'cause you can't reach his hips to push him away with your legs atop his shoulders.

Your lips are pressed together tight and your moaning behind your tears, muttering 'Thank you, thank you, thank you's' beneath your breath every second that passes by. "Shit. Cum in me, please." You sniffle through the request and Satoru nips at your neck, his cock pulsating with your words and his thrusts becoming eratic. He's spilling into you, "Whatever you want, baby," Hot and white spurts of his cum into your cunt, pushing himself to fuck it deep into you despite his sensitivity. Your lips connect again in a wet, hot kiss, mouths moving against the other's, craving to be as close to each other. In, each other.

You don't know why, but you don't regret it. In the moments you cum all over each other, when time moved so slow, you felt as if you had a chance. A chance you didn't deserve but would hold onto with every fibre in your body when he says into your ear, "You're mine, you understand?" You nod quickly, "I'm yours, I'm yours. I'm sorry." He kisses about your chest as he pulls out, and whispers again, "I love you.

— masterlist.

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