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# HOW TO SEDUCE YOUR NEIGHBOR 101 !!

CHAPTER ii. [9.1k words]

୨୧‬┊pairing: toji fushiguro x fem! reader

୨୧‬┊synopsis: the shopping trip you were forced to go on with Toji doesn't go exactly as planned.

୨୧‬┊warnings: taboo cw! + semi-smut + age difference (reader is 19 and toji is 34 ) + slow burn + one-sided pining + attempt at humor + slice of life + reader takes multiple L's + megumi is mentioned + reader gets objectified (not by toji) + toji is a serial hoe

୨୧‬┊a/n: make sure to check out my main post! ive included a pinterest board for everything described + a playlist ♡

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You didn't know if it was a blessing in disguise, or a curse. Perhaps a cruel joke the world was playing on you like it always did. Yet here you were again, your knee high fluffy socks skidding across the oakwood flooring of your room, scouring through your closet like a deranged cat looking for something to wear on today's decor run.

"Shoes, shoes…I'm missing shoes," digging through the furthest corner in the enclosed space of your closet, you spotted an unopened box on one of the shelves. It was a simple pair of heeled, white mary janes with a heart buckle. You got it 2 birthdays ago but never saw an opportunity to wear them, until now.

Your mother told you that Toji was picking you up at 10:30 am despite you telling her that you would go after lunch.

'He's a busy man. He said this is the only time he's free today.'

"Yeah, of course he is. Always busy doing God knows what." Sighing, you decided on your ensemble for this morning. It was rushed and unplanned, but it would have to do.

Looking at the time on your phone, you saw that it was 10:15. You've still got 15 more minutes left till Toji arrives to pick you up. Letting out a breath, you sat on your bed, shoe cladded toes tapping the floor as your knee bounced, restlessly waiting.

Going over to your floor length mirror, you checked over your choice of outfit once more. It wasn't too cold of a day, so you opted for a knitted long sleeved, off-the-shoulder, cream toned sweater dress that hugged your curves. With its hem stopping just right underneath your ass.

You were debating between thigh highs or leg warmers, but decided leg warmers looked better scrunched down on your ankles with the shoes you opted to wear. You didn’t do much with your hair last night since you were only at home, but since you were going out in public today, you felt like doing something with it. Something cute specifically, as you opened your vanity drawer deciding which accessory to wear today. Picking some silk ribbon you saw laying about, you braided it into your hair, sealing it with a rubber band and tying an extra ribbon into a bow to conceal it. And finally, you had your bag. Well, more like bear. The teddy bear backpack you had on matched well with the neutral color scheme. So, you went for it. Honestly, you reminded yourself of a doll. A doll with a pretty face, and a whole lot of problems.

Taking a deep breath, you puffed out your chest. Your confident expression stared back at you, but on the other side of that mirror you felt nothing but anxiety simmering the longer you stood there in silence.

"I might as well wait for Toji outside then." It was no use standing around in your room. The bed looked way too inviting as it only made you think of excuses not to go. You wouldn't let your bed get the best of you this time.

Walking down the stairs, you headed towards the entrance, petting your cat's furry head along the way. Upon opening the door, you were met with the sight of freshly layered snow. It was thin, barely half an inch thick, but it already had you feeling a little better with the anticipation of making a snowman with it once the days got colder. You remember there was a time when you used to do that with Toji.

God, you can't even reminisce about the past without Toji having some part in it.

You desperately needed to figure out how you were going to do this.

Last night was a bust. Not much progress was made besides the fact that Toji actually spoke to you for the first time in years. Not that he had much chance to do so sooner even if he wanted to, with you a couple hours away from home and all. But it was the bare minimum. Right now you needed a plan, and you needed to think of one fast.

Standing against the railing of your porch, you sorted through your thoughts. You're going to get picked up by Toji in less than 10 minutes. You'll ride in his car, pretend that everything's okay because it is, you'll buy whatever this party needs, and if it goes well you'll confront him on the ride back home. And that'll be the end of that.

Easy.

But when is anything ever easy when it comes to that man. Nothing. The answer has always been nothing.

This line of thought has you so deep into your own frustration that you don't even realize you've been ranting to your teddy bear backpack. Murmuring to it harshly, and rolling your eyes like you're gossiping with a friend about the latest dumb thing that happened on Twitter today.

And it's only when you see a black pickup truck from your peripheral vision pulling up, that you stare back at the bear in horror. Mind being snapped back to the present, and feeling embarrassed that you were seen like this. A man was causing you this much turmoil, that you've been complaining to a damn backpack about it.

Quickly putting your bag back on, you smoothed out your sweater dress. You really fucking hope he didn't see that.

Facing towards the driveway you paused. Your eyes widened, already in awe at the vehicle as you saw it more clearly up close.

The last car you saw Toji with was an old, red Toyota truck. It did it’s job, but definitely not without a couple repairs here and there every so often (that you may or may not have checked him out while he was doing so.) So seeing this new, shiny, black Chevy parked right outside the driveway was definitely an exciting upgrade. The wheels were lifted, making the body higher than its original design, and the windows were tinted midnight black, making it nearly impossible to see who was inside unless you stuck a cheek to the glass.

Overall it was big, and intimidating.

Just like him.

'Guess those freelancing jobs paid off then.’

*BEEP BEEP*

Jesus. You didn't even notice Toji had already parked. How long were you just staring at it for? If he started to honk at you, it must’ve been more than what society deemed normal.

Running up to the passenger side of the truck, albeit meekly, you stopped right in front of the door just as the tinted windows were being pulled down giving you a better view of the inside. There sat Toji on the other side, upper body turned and facing towards you with one hand still on the wheel.

Toji’s eyes almost popped out of his sockets at your appearance but it was quickly masked by a look of amusement.

"You busy daydreaming or what?"

Ignoring his remark, you placed your hands on the edge of the cold glass, peering up at him and around the interior.

“So, new truck huh?”

"Oh this? Yeah, got it not too long ago after receiving my payment for….from work."

You squinted your eyes in suspicion, noticing that he caught his words, but you weren't going to question it. No, you were going to let it go. You knew he wouldn’t tell you anything anyway, most likely just brushing it off as suddenly being hit with a stutter. He never spoke about his “overseas” jobs that he apparently racked up stacks of cash from, and despite him saying it was only freelancing work, you had a hunch it was something a lot shadier than that. You weren’t that dumb. Which is exactly why you weren’t going to ask.

Choosing to stay oblivious, you gave a compliment instead. "It's nice, Toji. Really."

You were about to open the door to get in and cut the small talk short (and because you’d rather bask in the in-system heating than out in the cold) but it wouldn’t budge. It was still locked. Why isn’t he unlocking the door?

Instead of unlocking the door for you like normal people do when picking up a person with their car, Toji isn't exactly someone you'd consider normal. Instead, Toji looked you up and down slowly as an awkward silence took over. You stood there rigid, allowing him to unashamedly undress you with his eyes. At least you think that's what he was doing. He’s being really bold today…does he seriously not plan to open this door?!

Your mind was running a mile per minute. You felt exposed, vulnerable, but you kind of liked the attention he was giving you right now. Especially since he hadn’t bothered to give you any last night. Not that you blame him. Looks like the effort you had put in, despite being rushed, was working, leaving him dumbstruck. You felt proud that you managed to have him speechless.

Unfortunately, your sudden boost in ego was quickly shut down.

"What the hell are you wearing?" Oh. Talk about anticlimactic.

"Huh? W-what do you mean?"

"I mean," He stood there, a single eyebrow raised, and vaguely gesturing to your form with his hand, "This."

Looking around to see if anyone else was witnessing this, you quirked your head in question. "What about it?"

"I know ya didn't just decide to go out looking like that when it's freezing out here. Go back upstairs and put some real clothes on." He looked at you sternly with a scowl etching onto the scarred side of his lip, arms crossing in front of his chest.

Was Toji actually scolding you right now? The nerve of this guy!

You hadn’t seen it right away, but after staring back at him in disbelief at what you were hearing, you noticed his own personal ensemble.

There’s no damn way…

Looking up and down at him as he had done to you just moments prior, you saw that he was wearing an unzipped puffer jacket with a hoodie underneath which was fine, you had no issues regarding that. The problem was what he was wearing below.

This man, who was condemning you on your sweater dress because it was apparently unfit for “freezing” temperatures, was wearing shorts and slides. At least he wore socks with it, if he hadn’t you think you may have actually gone back home and let him do the shopping himself.

You couldn’t help but let out a short laugh, but quickly shut up after seeing Toji wasn’t finding this as amusing as you were.

This was crazy.

Tilting your head to the side, you scrunch your nose in disbelief. “You’re telling me to put warmer clothes on, when you’ve got shorts and slides on?”

Toji was quick to counter. “It’s not the same, don’t compare it.”

“Yeah it is!”

“Look kid, I’m not gonna argue with ya. Either change your clothes, or stay home.”

That’s exactly what you want to do. But you know deep down you can’t, you already told yourself you had to sort things out with him. And the first step to that, is sorting this out.

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After a couple pleading looks and adamant convincing of, 'I'm not cold!' 'I swear I'm fine. It doesn't even feel like winter out here!'

Toji relented. Letting out a sigh, shaking his head as he told you, 'Fine, whatever. But don’t come cryin’ at my feet when your stubborn ass gets sick and your mom gets mad at you.'

Now here you were, seated on the heated, brand new black leather seats of his Chevy after he finally gave in and unlocked the door, letting you in. You spent the trip with your head resting against the palm of your hand somberly, as you watched the scenery of snowy trees and other cars pass by.

The awkwardness throughout the entire car ride was at an all-time high. Higher than what it'd started out with earlier. You were both quiet; your brain a little less. Toji's disappointment regarding your attire was a total blow to your ego. You were just trying to look cute.

Not like it was meant for him anyway.

Is what you wanted to try convincing yourself in order to feel better, but really, you knew it was a lie.

As for Toji, that thought you had earlier about him ogling you? It was right on the money.

But he had to quickly save face by instead acting like a concerned adult worrying about the wellbeing of his innocent, young neighbor. If he was being honest, he didn’t give two shits about what you chose to wear. As long as it was for his eyes only.

Yes, he knew he’d hurt your feelings for telling you to go change. He understood that he was being overbearing and unreasonable especially after you brought up his own attire, but you had to understand. He physically couldn’t accept seeing you wearing an outfit that barely covered your ass like that in public when he should be the only one to see you looking like that. Yes, he was sick for looking at you that way and he knew that which is exactly why he needed you to cover up. Both so that no other creepy assholes (except himself) could see you that way, and because he doesn’t think he could control his thoughts about you for the next couple hours you have alone together. It’s why he had to shift in his seat a couple times. Though, you didn’t notice that.

This game you were playing with him? This seducing thing? With little skirts and shit, yeah it was doing something to him.

Maybe you haven’t changed as much as he thought. As they say, old habits die hard.

After about 15 more minutes of unspoken thoughts, you finally arrived at the store.

Why did you agree to do this again? Oh yeah, you didn't.

Unbuckling your seatbelt, you took a deep breath to try and regain your composure. Just focus on the task. Opening the door, you hopped down and out onto the recently snow-shoveled pavement with Toji following suit as he turned off the truck, taking the keys from the ignition and shutting the door behind him.

You could feel Toji’s burning gaze boring into your back as he walked behind you, keeping a slight distance between you and him but still enough that people could tell that you two came together. Entering into the store, you whipped out your phone, unlocking it and clicking on the notes app filled with a list of things you needed to get that your mom instructed you two to buy. You crossed your fingers hoping you could get all this done quickly and smoothly.

Obviously, life loves to humor you because things did not go smoothly.

Everything was going well at first, you scoured the aisles looking for streamers, fairy lights, pretty napkins, silver and white balloons, and whatever else was needed; putting it all into the basket that Toji was holding, still following you like a sort of puppy—or more like a guard dog with the menacing aura he carried around himself with every step he took.

Walking around you’d occasionally find something that caught your eye, tinkering around with the item for a couple seconds before putting it back down and walking over to the next intriguing thing—like a snow globe you found of a character you recognized filled with pink and white sparkly snow. You bet your ass you added that one to the basket. That hello kitty snow globe was a need, not a want. How something like that even found its way to a store like this was beyond you, but hey, you weren’t complaining.

You even found cute little hats while looking around and managed to get Toji to wear a pair of elf ears while you wore a Santa hat, telling him a silly joke about how he was Santa’s jolliest helper. That only earned you a huff, and roll of his eyes as he took off the ears and pulled the hat you wore down over your face, chuckling as he watched you make dramatics about how you were being suffocated despite being able to breathe perfectly fine.

Interacting like this with him gave you butterflies. You’d let him ruin your perfectly styled hair if it meant things were going back to the way they used to be between you both.

Everything was going fine.

You were actually having…fun. Which you hadn’t anticipated. You were so caught up about feeling like you were on thin ice with Toji, and though you still sort of felt that way, you felt ecstatic that things were beginning to feel normal. Like nothing even happened.

“Hmm, looks like the last thing on this list are more scented candles. Thought we already had some? Oh well.” You shrugged your shoulders. You think your own obsession with candles might have stemmed from your mom now that you think about it.

Toji leaned his body over your shoulder, looking down over your list himself at the check marked boxes except for one. You immediately stiffened up, not expecting him to get so close to you, and especially not for him to make body contact with you. You wish you didn’t have all these layers in the way. You internally shook the thought off before it could escalate. Now was not the time to be having these touched starved thoughts!

Pulling away from you, but still keeping close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from his body, he put the basket down next to your feet. “Yeah, I saw a couple of those on the other aisle we passed by.”

“Oh good! One of us can get it. Stay here and I’ll quickly-“ Your suggestion didn’t even have a chance to reach the other end of Tojis ears before it got shut down.

“Nah, you stay here, and stay put while I grab it. And don’t go straying off you understand, kid?” Toji looked down at you, waiting for your answer. He’d rather not leave your side, especially since he didn’t trust that you wouldn’t get distracted by something and walk off like a lost mouse-but he tried to reason out in his head that it was only one item. He’d quickly get it and come back, and you’d still be there.

You weren’t going anywhere.

So why did he find it so hard to walk away from you? Must be some type of trauma he thinks.

Nodding your head, with a ‘Mhm! Promise. Not going anywhere. Nope, staying put.’ Toji searched your face to see if you were lying but decided you weren’t, and began jogging off towards another aisle in a different section of the store.

He couldn’t help but have a bad feeling about this as he looked over at all the scented candles, picking up the most expensive looking ones.

“S’not my money anyway..”

Maybe he should’ve just taken you along with him. It’s not like it would’ve caused the both of you any more hassle than going alone would. Shit. Something was gnawing at Toji to hurry the hell up and get back to you. As he briskly walked to the aisle where he had left you, he was met with something far worse than overpriced décor, and it had him seething.

There you were, face scrunched up, and looking highly uncomfortable as some random guy, around your age it seemed, was trying to flirt with you.

Keyword: Trying.

Toji didn’t know who this guy was but he knew damn well what was happening, and he wasn't going to let it slide. Not on his watch. That he wasn't even wearing.

You hadn't noticed Toji's arrival yet. Still preoccupied with keeping calm and trying to ignore this random man that thought it would be chivalrous of himself to make comments about your body. Saying things about how he doesn't know why your man let you out like that, and if you were his bitch he wouldn't let you out his sight.

It's a good thing Toji wasn't there to hear any of that.

What Toji did hear as he was silently coming up behind the both of you, that almost made him run up and deck the guy in the nuts was when he leaned his body down exaggeratedly to look at your ass and said, "DAMN. That's more ass than…. I've seen….in a while!"

This prick didn't even know where the hell he was going with that line, but Toji sure knew where that guy was gonna end up if he tried it again.

At this point, you were more than ready to kick this guy in the balls, but you didn't want to anger him. Who knows what this guy has got going on in his head? He's harassing you at a decor store for fucks sake!

Before you were thinking about making a run for it to the direction of where Toji had gone, deeming your situation helpless without him; it seemed like someone finally answered your prayers because the moment you looked back, there he was standing right behind the both of you.

'How did I not notice him?? He's wearing slides for god sake! I should've heard the 'plip' 'plaps'!'

"The fuck are you doing?"

The guy was still leaning down when Toji spoke up. He was about to cuss out whoever this other guy was for interrupting his daily "I objectify women for fun" hobby, until he looked up. There Toji stood, 6'2, built like he was made for war, in his shorts and slides, holding candles, and a look so threatening etched onto his face, you think this guy may have almost shit his pants. If the audible gulp meant anything.

"O-oh fuck. Look sir, I was just admiring your hard work, very beautiful daughter you have here. Didn't realize…Sorry." The way he ran away was almost pitiful. Almost. But none of you had any pity for trash.

'Well that was quick', Toji thought. He assumed he might've had to light up this candle he was holding and choke him with it but it seems that wouldn't be happening today.

That's one less crime the authorities could pinpoint on him.

Turning his attention towards you, he asked if you were alright.

"Sort of…not really. Being objectified isn't exactly the greatest feeling…" Toji noticed the way you hugged your hands around yourself, most likely trying to cover up. Suddenly feeling too exposed for comfort despite attempting to brush the interaction off.

Maybe you should've listened to Toji earlier and changed your clothes to something more fitting for winter weather. Screw looking cute.

Though, the regret didn't have a chance to get very far because suddenly you were being brought back to the present.

"Lift your arms up."

Huh? "Wh- why?" The next thing he did nearly had your heart leaping out of your chest. Taking off his puffer jacket, he nudged your arms to lift up so he could help put it through the holes of the sleeves. After checking to make sure it was on properly, he zipped it up a bit more than halfway and patted you down in an effort to make you look a little bit less like the emo version of the Michelin Man.

"You gonna be okay?" You were still a little surprised at the gesture, especially since it was coming from him of all people, but you answered, "..Yeah. Yeah, I'll be okay."

"Good. Lemme finish paying for all this crap and I'll drop you off at your place."

Leading the way towards the cashier, he placed his large palm over your lower back and kept it there until your goods were paid for, and you were out the door.

Situating yourself on the seats of Toji's car, you couldn't help but feel a smile creep up on you, desperately trying to bite it back. You're wearing his coat.

He put his coat on you.

You think you could die of happiness right now. But, you'll save that for later. That whole fiasco that happened at the store still had your mood all sour. You really didn't want to go home yet. And as Toji began to pull out of the parking lot, you spoke up.

"Toji? I don't really feel like going home yet.."

"Yeah? Aight. We'll stop somewhere, I know a place."

Nodding your head, you mumbled a 'thanks', grateful that he took the hint and didn't try to argue with you or ask any questions. Toji can be empathetic when he wants to be sometimes.

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Apparently, when Toji said he 'knew a place', you didn't expect it to be…this.

"Cinnabon? Really?"

"What? You don't like their cinnamon buns? We can go someplace else if you don't want em.”

You paused. Well, now that you were thinking about it…"Okay. Yeah. Yeah, I do like those."

“Besides,” Walking over to the counter to order, Toji got into line, “I remember ya telling me one time that you liked this place."

He still remembers something like that?

You didn’t answer. Instead you followed the nod of Toji’s head telling you to leave the ordering to him and to go find a table to sit at. Looking around, you saw that all the tables were already preoccupied. Damn. Walking back to Toji, you suggested ordering it to go and just finding some place else to sit at like that wooden bench you saw just outside the establishment, which he seemed to favor far more.

Leaving him to his vices, you exited the shop and went to sit outside on the storefront bench, patiently waiting for Toji to get back with your food. Looking around there was still a thin sheet of snow covering some areas of the pavement, most having melted throughout the day or driven over by now. Yet it seemed as though the temperature had no plans of rising as you breathed out a puff of steam, remaining at its crisp, nearly frosty condition. It felt peaceful.

The few minutes of alone time you had to yourself was the most silence your brain has allowed itself to be in within the 24 hours of Tojis reintroduction into your life.

The oversized puffer jacket you still had on made those hours feel shorter by reminding you of just how much "excitement" had managed to happen—you bet you looked silly as hell with it engulfing your frame, but you couldn't find it in you to care about that at this moment. Especially since it was serving its purpose of protecting you against the cold that you found yourself surrounded by as you sat there waiting.

Leaning back against the wood, you felt something hindering you from going all the way. Your teddy bear backpack. You forgot you even had it on as it was hidden underneath the coat Toji had quickly put on you. Yeah, you must've looked really stupid. Fighting back a grimace and ignoring the fact for your own peace of mind, you went to remove the coat. Leaving it piled behind you on the bench as you took off your bag, placing it onto your lap.

Reaching into your bag, you took out your trusty emergency makeup kit. Wouldn't hurt to do a quick touch up… Looking over in the direction of the sudden sound of a bell being rung, you peered over to your left to see that it was just someone stepping foot out the shop with a cup of what looked to be hot chocolate.

'Hopefully Toji get's back soon.'

Focusing back on the task at hand, you clicked open a compact inspecting the state of the way you looked with the mirror. The sight that greeted you brought out a breath of relief. Not a single thing out of place. But just in case, you patted on a little bit of powder for good measure, and reapplied your clear lipgloss so the cold air could struggle to nip at your lips.

After assessing what needed to be assessed, you put your pouch back into your bag and immediately piped up at the sound of the door chiming again. You couldn't help but do a small cheer as you saw that it was finally Toji approaching you, carrying a bag containing your icing drenched cinnamon bun, a hot drink of some sort, and a bottle of water.

Handing you your food and drink, you thanked him and immediately dug in once it was within your grasp. Taking a bite, a bit of steam emitted from the warm and gooey bun melting on your tongue, flooding your taste buds with a mix of sweet and nutty spice. Damn, you were a lot hungrier than you thought. But you suppose that's due to having skipped breakfast in the morning. Stuffing more into your mouth, your eyes met Toji's to see him already sitting beside you and looking down at you, snickering.

"Hwat?" The question came out muffled from your cheeks being stuffed like a squirrel.

He looked off to the side for a second, still snickering before he answered, "Nothin."

Swallowing your food down harshly, you pouted with your brows scrunched together and took notice that you were the only one eating.

"How come you didn't get yourself one?"

He deadpanned. "I don't want diabetes."

"Right…of course not…" Such a Toji answer, you thought.

It felt a little weird to be the only one eating, but he kept refusing everytime you asked if he was absolutely sure he didn’t at least want a bite. It was silent between you two except for the occasional slurp of your drink, and you think Toji noticed it too because suddenly he started conversing with you, catching up a little bit on how the both of you have been.

"So kid, how's the university life been treatin' ya?"

"Hm? Oh uhm, it's been alright I guess." You shrugged, fork still in hand.

"Just alright? Sounds pretty lackluster to me."

"It is." You sighed.

"You tellin' me you don't, what- party? Or done those weird cultist initiations you kids do at sororities."

"Yeah…no. I'm too busy actually studying most of the time. I've been to like 2-ish? parties, but that's about it. And sororities? You couldn't possibly pay me to join one of those.” You’ve heard one too many stories of premature deaths being caused by sororities. You didn’t particularly feel like gambling your chances. Plus, you weren’t really into the whole sisterhood-brotherhood thing, too weird.

As the conversation progressed between your frankly unexciting school life, Toji recalled some neighborhood fiasco that happened while you were away.

"...Then this kid's boyfriend starts beating up the guy that tried to take her purse."

"No way! This really happened in our neighborhood? Where like.. nothing ever happens?" To think that a crime had actually happened in the most safest, suburban of neighborhoods that you lived in for your whole life and you weren't there to witness it.

"I'm tellin' ya it was set up to make himself look good. A robbery in broad daylight? In this neighborhood? Bullshit."

"Why does all the exciting shit always happen when I'm not around?" You whined, sighing out your disappointment.

Closing the box to your nearly finished cinnamon bun and placing it beside you on the bench, you suddenly remembered something.

"By the way! My mom told me you have a son? How come you never mentioned him to me before?"

And just like that, Tojis brows immediately furrowed as if the question was one he hadn't expected to be asked, especially not coming from you. Leaning forward with a grunt, he rested an elbow on his knee, propping a palm under his chin as he proceeded to look at you with the most dramatically bored expression you’ve ever seen on someone's face- one that rivaled even yours.

It screamed, ‘let's get this shit over with.’

"You never asked. Besides, why you askin' about him now?"

You noticed the way his mood instantly changed after mentioning him but...it was probably nothing right?

Regardless, he didn't seem to be exactly… excited at the mention of his son, so you treated lightly with your next words. “Well, my mom is telling me that I should start looking for a good boy to date and she mentioned your son.”

He laughed out in disbelief. “Gumi? That boy? Ha, good luck with that. He wouldn’t know the first thing on how to treat a girl.”

He couldn’t treat you the way I could. Is what he wanted to say.

Awkwardly you answered, “Well… anyway, I don't think he even goes to my Uni…I think. So it wouldn't really be an option.”

Toji stayed silent.

The sudden uncomfortable silence that took over had you overthinking all over again.

What's wrong? Does he have a bad relationship with his son? Is that why he looks irritated? Should I ask? No. He might get more irritated. Shit. Okay, subject change.

Slamming your hands onto your thighs a little too hard in an attempt to calm your nerves, the sound seemed to catch Tojis attention. Snapping him out of whatever trance he was in, and back to his usual demeanor.

You rubbed your arms out of awkwardness. “Sooo, yeah. Sucks, I wasn't there to witness a fraudulent act of chivalry right in my own neighborhood."

Toji was thankful you moved on from the topic of his son, he didn’t want to think of that little squirt right now.

But then it got him wondering…

"You ever had a boyfriend before?"

The question surprised you a little. Okay maybe a lot. You didn't think he'd be even remotely interested in your love life.

"No… I've never had one." While there was no shame in not having had a significant other at your age, still you couldn't help but feel embarrassed admitting it to Toji.

Toji raised a brow in suspicion. "You sure you're staying clear of boys?"

This behavior he was exhibiting was starting to confuse the hell out of you. First he scolds you on your attire this morning, and now he's interrogating you on your love life? He was being way overprotective, almost acting as a parent, and it was seriously beginning to make you feel hopeless.

You nodded. "Yes, Toji. I'm not interested in college guys. They don't know what they're doing,"

That answer seemed to be good enough for Toji, but to both his and your utter surprise you continued, "But I've done other things."

Straightening his back up against the wooden bench in interest, Toji beckoned you to continue on. Truth be told, he didn't want to hear you talking about boys. Just the thought of you with some dumbass little boy made him irrationally bothered. But there was one thing itching at him to ask.

One thing he simply had to know.

"Oh yeah?"

"Just casual stuff. Nothing serious.."

Toji hummed. It was cute how you were beating around the bush about whatever 'things' you've done. He'll humor you this time around.

"We talkin' the 'clothes on' type of stuff?"

"Well…not exactly.."

Your lack of elaboration following your answer made Toji egg you on further.

"Don't start gettin' all shy on me now. Let me take a guess, this has somethin' to do with how you mentioned that college boy's don't know what they're doing, yeah?

And like clockwork, the words proceeded to flow past the tip of your tongue without a second thought.

"Remember how I also mentioned earlier that I've gone to only a few parties? Well at one of those parties, I got left alone by my friends in favor of hooking up with some guys they thought were hot."

"Sounds like some shitty friends."

You grunted. "Tell me about it. Anyways, here I am, sitting alone on this couch that's thankfully only mildly sticky from whatever wasted student had spilled their drink on top of it, and this guy sits right next to me. We talk, things happen, and we find an empty room."

Toji hums, signaling to you that he's still listening.

Immediately, irritation is apparent on your face by the way your eyes narrow as you recall the memory. "He puts his hands in my pants and this dumbass can't for the life of him find where my clit is and is just rubbing around. Then he has the nerve to ask if I came yet!? Bitch I'm not even moaning!"

Toji nods, intently listening to your rant. Biting back his amusement at your outburst.

"And the same fuckin thing happens again except with a different guy I had been seeing for less than a week. Except—get this, he asks me what a clit is. Like are you for real!?"

Taking a deep breath, you tried channeling your nerves. "So that's that. College boy's don't know where the clit is—hell, they don't even know of its existence."

Slumping your shoulders, you kicked at the tiny stones on the cement with your shoe.

"It's why I've never gone further than that."

If you were being honest, even if those guys did know their way around a woman's body, you don't think you could find it within yourself to stick around for it. You already knew what your mind was banging against your skull to say. Deep down, somewhere in the backrooms of your brain, you know it's because of Toji. It's always been him; the man you're still holding out for. Hoping he'd be the one to take your virginity.

Whatever. It was a pipe dream anyway. And you definitely weren't going to tell him that.

Speaking of telling him…

‘Why did you tell him all that!? Why did you have to run your mouth!!’

You stammered out an apology. The gravity of what you just up and confessed dawned on you, leaving you a cringing mess from within.

"I-I'm sorry…I don't even know why im telling you all this-"

Toji is quick to dismiss the apology. Truth be told, he was delighted to hear that you were still a virgin.

“Don't worry bout it’. It's nothing to be embarrassed of.

“I mean yeah…but still…”

Turning to face you, Toji placed his hand gingerly upon your thigh, giving it a light squeeze in what you assumed to be an attempt at reassurance or maybe it was comfort? You couldn't really tell, you just knew that the warmth of it felt nice.

“Listen, if I’m tellin’ you that being a virgin is nothin’ to be ashamed of, then its not. Look at it this way, you ain’t a teen mom, something not many can say nowadays.” He shrugged.

He kind of had a point. Though his comforting skills were kind of ass.

“Yeah..okay. Thanks for listening then.”

“No problem.”

You thought after your little rant the atmosphere would return to its awkward state as it seems that's how it had been every time you spoke with Toji—yet oddly enough, it felt like you had somehow managed to get closer to him by opening up about your struggles.

Suddenly feeling a spout of hunger befall you once more, you took the last remaining bite of your cinnamon bun, slowly licking off the icing that had gotten smeared onto your lips.

Toji eyed the action intently, internally shaking a head at himself.

‘This little minx..’ but before you could make eye contact he abruptly withdrew his hand, fishing a phone out his pocket and checking the time. Huh, you hadn't even noticed his hand had still been on you.

“It's already almost 4, think it's time to call it a day.”

With a sound of surprise, you rose up from your seat, closing the box once more as you watched Toji stand up from his own spot, already patting on his pockets for the car keys.

You hadn't even noticed that much time had gone by.

“Thanks again for the cinnamon buns and of course, for listening.”

Toji only hummed in acknowledgement.

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The ride home was spent surrounded by the sounds of muffled radio chatter, ever so slightly noticeable with the engine of the truck at a constant thrum. The sun surprisingly hadn't gone down yet as it typically would have on any other winter day and you made sure to thank your lucky stars for those few more minutes of sunlight.

On the other hand, you couldn't help but feel sad. You didn't want the day to end yet, especially not when progress had been made between the two of you. Then it hit you, progress had been made. While you didn't actually confront him about what had transpired on that faithless day, it was still worth celebrating.

Baby steps are still steps after all.

And the more you thought about it, it began to occur to you that today…today kinda felt like a date. In a messed up sense. To others this would've been a failure of a day, but to you? You were elated.

‘Maybe now's my chance to talk to him about what happened back then.’

Sitting up just a little bit straighter in your seat, you turned your head to face Toji, contemplating on the right words to say to him. Just when you were on the verge of starting your sentence, Toji’s phone suddenly began to ring, vibrating atop the center console.

Without bothering to check who was calling him, Toji answered the phone, putting it on speaker. Nothing to be worried about anyway, probably some scammer giving Toji his routine call.

“Yo, what’s up?”

Without a second to waste, a feminine voice practically cried from the other end.

“Tojiiii, baby it’s been so long, when are you coming over?? You know I miss you-”

Before this unknown lady could hope to finish her sentence, she was abruptly hung up on–courtesy of Tojis hand flying to take the call off speaker, fumbling for a good second only to ultimately end the call for good measure.

Clearing his throat, Toji continued to keep his eyes focused on the road ahead. Can't be having you both end up in a car crash right?

“Sorry about that, that was… just one of my old close friends.”

“Uh huh. Ya’ll must've been real close.”

Toji ignored the snark.

“Anyways, go ahead, what were you saying?”

“I…wasn’t saying anything.”

Thankfully the call was received just minutes short of arriving at your home. Pulling into the driveway, the truck on neutral, you waited a few seconds to see if Toji would say anything more. He didn’t.

Holding back a shaky sigh, you unbuckle your seatbelt and exited the vehicle, opening the passenger side to pick up the bags of decor that you went to buy in the first place.

“Wait, let me help ya out-” Toji last minutely interjected as he turned his body over in his seat to face you.

“No need. I already got it.” Picking up the last bag (thankfully they weren’t very heavy), you slammed the passenger door shut. You contemplated giving Toji a proper farewell bidding but with the way you were feeling right now? You didn’t want him to see the ache painted in your eyes. Instead, you continued walking down the shoveled path and up the steps to your house, fishing the keys out from your keychain and unlocking the door, closing it behind you.

Kicking your shoes off and slipping some slippers onto your feet, you laid the bags over the kitchen counter letting whoever discovered them first deal with the contents inside as you made your way up the stairs to your room, plopping onto your bed face first.

You nearly teared up at your own naivety.

Holy shit. ‘I’m so stupid.’ Was all you could think of as the booty call Toji had received replayed in your mind. This wasn’t any new information on Toji that you hadn’t already known about yet it hurt so bad.

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On the other hand, Toji couldn’t help but feel the same way. When he saw you safely get back into your home, he shifted gears to reverse, pulling out the driveway and driving back to his own place.

Closing his eyes for a moment, he pulled out his phone from the cup holder it fell into amidst his struggle to end the call earlier and proceeded to call them back.

One ring was all it took for them to answer, and one second was all it took for Toji to cut them off before they could say anything more.

“Don’t fuckin’ call me again, understand? Good. Now, fuck off.” Hanging up before she could respond or attempt to call back like an idiot, he blocked her.

Letting out a rather loud groan of irritation, he gripped the steering wheel with both hands in indignation, letting his head fall as he could feel a headache coming on.

“Fuck.”

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Laying on your bed disappointed, you curled up thinking about the events that transpired earlier. The whole trip felt like an actual date—up until that call anyway. It was probably the worst way the day could have ended. Your bad luck was unimaginable.

“I need to find myself a four leaf clover or something at this point…”

Honestly, you didn't want to get out of bed. You wanted to lay down and wilt like a flower that never gets any sunlight. Stuffing your face into your arm, it occured to you that you were still wearing Toji’s jacket.

“Maybe I should stop trying to go after someone who’ll never like me back…” You mumbled to yourself, sitting up and throwing the coat towards the nearest chair it could land on.

Were you really this delusional? You saw the way he was looking at you—you shook your head, trying not to overthink it.

‘I guess I had the wrong idea.’

Feeling defeated, you knew if you wanted to continue moping about this, you’d have to do it after a shower; lest you end up skipping your skincare routine leaving you with another thing to sulk about.

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You couldn’t sleep.

Restless, you tossed and turned trying to find that sweet spot that would have you suddenly waking up to the birds singing. Come the fuck on..! I just want to sleep, dammit!

Grunting, it seemed no matter where you tried to place yourself within the comfort of your sheets and plethora of pillows engulfing you, you just couldn’t seem to knock yourself out.

Only one option left.

Slipping a hand underneath the blanket, you let your fingers wander across your skin. Giving each of your tits a soft squeeze under your shirt as you slowly began to relax, sighing in content at a teasing roll of your bud, slowly hardening at your touch.

Growing tired of the teasing and beginning to feel heavy with need, you ran a finger down your panties, keeping it firmly pressed against your slit as you slowly raised your hips up and down in tandem with your middle finger, rubbing yourself over the cotton material. You could feel yourself getting hotter, wetter. A small, sticky patch of your own arousal seeping through the garment as you finally had enough, moving your panties to the side and making contact with your sickened clit. You wasted no time in parting your lips with your pinky and index, and letting both your middle and ring finger draw tight circles over your bundle of nerves. Immediately settling into a steady rhythm that was sure to have you quickly coming undone.

As your breathing picked up, so did the small whimpers escaping through your lips. You tried your best to stay as quiet as possible, but fuck was it hard when all you wanted to do was mewl out a certain someones name, imagining it was him playing with your pussy like this.

Toji.

Even just sounding his name out in your head had you bucking your hips against the friction you were creating. His large, warm hand stuffed down your panties, and cupping your pussy from behind while rubbing at the entire expanse of your puffy cunt messily. Fast. Drenching his palm in your juices. Wondering what it'd feel like to have his long, fat fingers plunge into you as your own currently probes at your clenching hole, dipping in slightly only to take it back out. It didn't feel—wouldn't feel nearly as good unless it were his.

You felt so close. Your fingers were starting to ache as you exerted them, moving it against your swollen clit quicker than before. It started to hurt, but the feeling of adrenaline rushing through you to finish made your brain block it out, replacing it with the endorphins of white hot pleasure that you anticipated to burst at any minute now.

You clamped your legs around your hand, curling into your side like a ball. You wanted to stop, it was too much. But you were so fucking close. Your shaky whines were no longer being held back, eyes squeezed shut and the side of your face pressed against your pillow muffling it as best you could to prevent it from being heard outside.

Just a little more…

Come on come on come on..! Your hand wouldn't stop unless your body reached its peak, only increasing in its pace. Holding your breath, the sound of your palpating heart was deafening as you continued letting out harsh pants.

You felt the familiar feeling of your lower abdomen tightening, coiling up and finally bursting like a dam. Your toes curled up as you threw your head back further into the pillow, unable to stop the sudden cry of Toji’s name that accidentally slipped out from your parched mouth at the pressure of your orgasm rushing over you like a tidal wave.

Before you could bask in your post orgasmic bliss, Toji bursts through your door. The fucking man himself. In the flesh..?

In a panic, you pull your stiff hand away from between your legs as if it were scalding hot oil, grasping the blanket up towards your chin to cover what you’d just been essentially caught doing.

“Heard you screamin’ my name out, sweetheart.”

You’d think any normal reaction to being intruded on by the person you were just fantasizing about would be to first ask some questions—yet there you laid calm as a cucumber, watching as he inched closer to you.

Toji smirked. “Don’t start gettin’ all shy on me now. Let me hear you scream my name again for me.”

You don’t know how he got to you so quickly but Toji was already slipping his hand under the covers towards your pussy, finding it slick and sticky from your high, smearing it all over as he ran his fingers up and down your sensitive slit.

Retracting his hand back from underneath, he relished in the way your arousal stuck to his fingers like a spider's web as he spread them out, glistening against the soft lighting of your suddenly oddly hazy looking room.

Fueled with newfound urgency, Toji threw the covers off of you, yanking your body up to stand on the floor as you both made your way towards your vanity, back hitting the edge of it as you steadied yourself against Toji's chest. It was all moving too quickly. Too fast. Before you could stop to process your surroundings properly, Toji’s large hand hastily groped your tits as his other fingers that were touching on your pussy earlier prodded at your mouth to open. Without a word, you wrapped your lips around them like a good girl, sucking—tasting yourself before he removed them in order to turn you around.

Just then, you realized you both were naked as Toji lifted one of your legs up onto the vanity, dragging his wet fingers over his cock as he moved to align it with your dripping hole. You couldn't form a thought. As if on autopilot. Only the unbridled, desperate need to have Toji in you remained.

No. Scratch that. You felt your own thoughts before you could form them, as if it weren’t your own. It definitely was though. You don’t think anyone could too how fucking badly you wanted this man. Now he was finally about to fuck you? You may as well have been the luckiest woman on planet earth.

And as you begin to feel the sensation of Toji's cock about to enter you—confirming that notion, the door to your room bursts open again.

Wait.

“Wake up.”

What?

“Wake up!”

Is that my fucking cat talking!?

“WAKE UP!”

Groggily opening your eyes, you're met with early winter sun seeping through your thin curtains, casting a hazy glow into your room. You hear birds singing.

“What the hell was that…” Stretching the sleep out of your limbs, you noticed your hand was still situated inside your panties.

You closed your eyes, trying to recall your dream. “So half of that was real?” Well, up until Toji bursted into your room, you suppose. And when your cat spoke up telling you to wake the fuck up.

Ugh.

Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes, leaning over the bedside to pull your diary sitting on your nightstand towards your lap. You had to write this shit down.

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After jotting down as much as you could recall from the dream without mixing it up with what you were actually getting up to in real life, you left the diary on the same vanity dream version Toji almost dicked you down on.

Throughout the day, you couldn’t stop thinking about Toji. Hell, your feelings for him increased tenfold just from that measly dream alone. You don't know if it's solely your dreams doing that made you feel like you suddenly had a genuine chance with him but fuck it.

You thought about the events of yesterday and recalled when he grasped your thigh. That couldn’t have just been nothing right? The way he eyed your lips too as you licked icing off them. He didn't think you noticed, but you did. Of course you did. It was on purpose after all.

And the icing on the cake? When you brought up his son, Megumi. You didn't want to assume anything but you could've sworn you sensed jealousy swimming in those green eyes of his. How ironic.

Shit, maybe you do have a chance with Toji after all. All he needs is a little push.

With all the evidence stacked up in your favor, you knew you had to devise a plan.

A plan on how to seduce your neighbor.

You giggled to yourself.

“Mama chose a thought daughter.”

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shawtuzi · 2 months ago

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ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ cw include: two bfs hehe, bratty black!reader, some serious edging, sorta sub!suguru….yeah ahem anyways, eren is mean, unprotected sex, creampie, a little use of a vibrator, rough sex andddd i think that’s about it///someone requested more bfs!eren x geto and who tf am i to deny them

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“i’m home!” suguru called out to his two lovers, kissing his teeth when he was met with silence. ‘probably taking a nap together’ he thought to himself as he tossed his keys in the dish, a loud clink! echoing throughout the apartment.

he kicked off his shoes and shrugged off his jacket, body immediately relaxing at the smell of toasted marshmallows and vanilla—a new candle scent you’ve recently become obsessed with. as geto made his way to your shared bedroom his brows scrunched together in worry—did he just hear you whimper?

now when suguru opened the door to your room he didn’t know what to expect, but he certainly didn’t expect was to see you, stark naked, the only item of clothing on you being eren’s belt that had your trembling hands secured against your back. eren, of course, is at the scene of the crime, the sleeves of his compression shirt pulled up to his elbows while he held a vibrator to your clit.

“oh good. you’re home,” eren yanked the wand away from your pussy, pinching your thigh when you whined in protest. he ran his thumb over the irritated skin, giving it a kiss before fully turning his attention to suguru. it made suguru’s stomach twist (in a good way) when eren smiled at him, emerald eyes holding nothing but love and adoration for the man before him.

“how was your day? how was work? i missed you,” eren stood up, walking over to suguru to take his jacket from him. eren was met with silence and chuckled, eyes flitting to your breathless figure on the bed.

suguru licked his lips, “it was fine. slow like, uh, like usual.” silence filled the air once more until your tiny, hoarse voice called out ‘suguuu’.

eren whipped his head towards you, eyes narrowing, “shut up. you don’t get to talk to sugu right now—not after how you acted today.” you huffed in defeat, burying your tear stained face in the fluffiness of your pillow. suguru bit his lips, hands itching to reach out and wipe your tears away n caress your body.

he was the softer one out of the two men—a certified pushover. all you had to do was bat your pretty lil lashes and say his name in that honey smooth voice and he was done for—knees buckling to give you anything your little heart desired. he was never one to punish, shit he can’t even scold you without feeling bad.

eren, however, felt that a little punishment never hurt nobody. if you got to mouthy you’d be met with a nice little swat on your ass or a stern talking to with your cheeks squished together, practically touching noses with eren as he scolded you. all this happens when suguru either isn’t around or looking bc lord knows the second he sees a pout forming on your lips he turns into captain save a hoe.

“what did she do?” suguru mumbled, running his hand over the petal soft skin of your ass. although he hated seeing your tear stained cheeks he couldn’t deny that you looked divine like this. you were ass up with a pillow under your tummy, your glistening pussy on perfect display for your boyfriends. the pillow was absolutely soaked, the soft cotton sticking lewdly to your folds.

eren sat on the bed, vibrator in hand, “tell him what you did baby.” you whined, ass wiggling when you felt the wand press against your clit. eren pressed the toy harder against your pussy, his patience with you wearing thinner by the minute. “i didn’t do nothin,” you huffed in defeat, looking up at suguru to give him your best doe eyes.

eren circled the wand around your clit, dick twitching when you began you hump against it. you felt the coil in your stomach get tighter and tighter but once again, for the umpteenth time, eren removed the vibrator, chuckling at your cries.

“let’s try that again, and be honest this time.”

eren swiped his thick fingers through your folds, collecting your essence before pushing his ring and middle finger in without warning.

suguru’s hands were clenched by his side, too horny to barely even breathe. he’d never seen this side of eren before and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on.

“i said i d-didn’t do anythinggg,” your feet kicked against the bed as eren’s fingers halted their movements. eren’s face was blank as he stared at you, the cogs turning in his head as to why you were being sooo fucking bratty. “i see…” he hummed, eyes flicking over to suguru, who was as still as a statue, then back to you.

“sugu i need you to do me a favor.”

“okay…?”

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“you ready to talk now? hm? ready to apologize for being a fucking brat all day?” eren raised a thick brow, the tiniest grin forming on his lips as the state you were in. your eyes were rolled into the back of your head, droll falling from your kiss neglected lips as suguru pounded your pussy from the back. you sucked in a breath when he hit a particularly deep spot, your pedicured toes curling in pleasure.

it took almost all your energy to give eren a firm, yet still weak ‘no’. you could see eren’s smile falter slightly, irritation swirling in his eyes at your stubbornness. he gently tapped suguru on his lower back, signaling for him to pull out.

suguru pulled out with a grunt, a shiny pearl of pre leaking from his tip and onto your ass. he rested his dick against your ass cheeks, teeth nibbling at his bottom lip at how soft you felt. eren felt for the man he really did, but you needed to learn, and what’s a better way to teach you a lesson than to edge you to tears??

“why are you being so defiant hm? you don’t like me anymore?” eren asked, now sporting a fake pout on his lips. you shook your head repeatedly, a fresh batch of tears brimming your lash line, “of course i still *sniffle* like you eren. i love you.”

“then apologize.”

“no. *sniffle*

eren let out a noise of amusement, his fingers tapping on suguru’s back. you sighed dreamily when you felt sugu fill you up again, the veins on his dick rubbing deliciously against your walls. suguru pulled out almost halfway then thrusted back into you with a loud squelching sound following. as much as he was enjoying your punishment he kinda hated it as well because he himself was also being edged, and your baby suguru does not care for edging.

“you’re doing great sugu,” eren praised him, running his hand down suguru’s back. suguru grunted out a thank you, his hand finding purchase on the belt that was still binding your wrists as he fucked into you almost desperately.

“you do realize not only are you robbing yourself of cumming, you’re robbing suguru of his orgasm as well. that’s not very nice y/n, sugu is so good to you,” eren smirked when he saw that caught your attention. suddenly suguru gasped rather violently, his hips stuttering slightly. “s-she’s clenching around me so f—hucking hard ‘ren,” he could barely pull his hips back with the way your pussy was greedily pulling him back in.

you were such a little shit.

“s-sorry sugu,” you breathlessly giggled, pressing your ass against his pelvis, grinding harshly against him. suguru whimpered something along the lines of him being close to cumming but eren refused, telling him to fuck you faster, harder. although it brought frustrated tears to his eyes suguru did as he was told and fucked you so hard the headboard was surely going to leave a dent in the wall.

you silently screamed, your nails digging harshly into your palms. “please ere—”

“not until you say sorry.”

“i s-said no—”

“just say you’re fucking sorry y/n,” suguru growled, pushing your head roughly into the pillows. he was this close to cumming, and he’d be damned if he disobeyed eren. it was silent for a moment, the only thing being heard were the sloppy sounds of suguru blowing your back out. it wasn’t until you felt the rough pads of suguru’s fingers against your clit that you finally gave in, crying out ‘m’sorry renny!’ until you physically couldn’t.

“cum.”

you and suguru belted out pornographic moans in unison, hot white pleasure coursing through your veins. his sweaty forehead fell against your shoulder, his hips weakly grinding into your ass as he milked both his and your orgasm.

“looks like she’s still cumming, keep going sugu,” eren ordered, his eyes flicking between the two of you to gauge your blissed out faces. geto whimpered, but listened regardless, his hips settling for shallow thrusts as you rode out your long awaited orgasm.

after giving the two of you a few minutes to catch your breath eren undid the belt around your wrists, rubbing his thumbs over the sore skin. “now was that so hard?” he asked turning you over on your back. he spread your legs, eyeing the mouth watering mess between your legs. suguru was nuzzled into your side, his hand clutching onto your breast for comfort.

“don’t act up anymore y/n…don’ like punshin’ you,” suguru’s words were slurred as he drifted in and out of consciousness. eren cocked his eyebrow, “you hear him y/n? let’s not let this happen again.” you gave eren a weak nod, mewling when you felt his fingers swipe against your folds.

“you didn’t think we were done did you?” eren laughed, removing his shirt and tossing it aside. you ogled his naked chest of course, clit pulsing at how good he looked. eren removed his sweats and briefs in one go, his dick slapping against his abdomen. suguru said a silent prayer for you, because the way eren was looking at you like you were his prey?? oh nothing good could possibly come from that.

“you faced your punishment, now it’s time for your reward.”

it’s safe to say since that night you were careful with the way you pushed eren’s buttons.

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thefourteenflames · 1 year ago

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" When Prince Daemon sent forth his call to arms, they rose up all along the rivers, knights and men-at-arms and humble peasants who yet remembered the Realm's Delight, so beloved of her father, and the way she smiled and charmed them as she made her progress through the Riverlands in her youth. Hundreds and then thousands buckled on their swordbelts and donned their mail, or grabbed a pitchfork or a hoe and a crude wooden shield, and began to make their way to Harrenhal to fight for Viserys's little girl." — George R.R. Martin; Fire & Blood.

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artsninspo · 1 month ago

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🎇 NANA'S KNOW BEST | NYE - RIO X READER

「 ✦ full library & archive ✦ 」

: ̗̀➛ rio's library - good girl nbc

𐙚 based on this prompt

summary: What happens when your crush that you've been in a silent stand off with turn's up to your NYE party at the behest of his meddling grandmother who just so happens to be bff's with yours? buckle up this ones messy and spicy

pairing: Rio (Good Girls) X Reader

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Swallowing a distasteful groan you force a compliant smile to carry on the ruse everyone else is so committed to participating in. Your grandmother's hand squeezes yours and you send the gesture right back against her bony fingers. A muffled scoff escapes the mischievous senior's mouth only for her to correct the gesture by pretending she's both sick and elderly.

“Mom, are you okay?” your father asks completely oblivious to what is transpiring under his nose.

“Fine sweetie” she smiles at her son before turning to you. “Nana knows best” she says letting you go. You send her a look that promises to get back and leave the family room for the kitchen. You want nothing to do with the man in front of you.

“Try these” Sammy your chef smiles handing you sparkling pastries.

“I’ve lost my appetite” you mutter

“Oh” she gapes, wiping her hands onto her apron. “You must be coming down with something” she says fluttering around the kitchen to get a finger of ginger and start peeling.

You sigh. “I’m fine Sammy”

“You not wanting something sweet is anything but” she says with a hand on her hip. Her gaze is accusatory and you sigh not wanting the audience of her hired help for this occasion. Sensing your hesitation, Sammy walks you through the chef's quarters and to one of the house's side entrances.

“Rio’s here” you mutter. The recognition in her eyes is evidence of the history that you and Rio share.

“Well, you look great” Sammy says, looking you over with more critical eyes.

“I know I do” you snap, offended by the tone in her voice. The coddling, the sentimentality. That you were ever so weak in the knees for a man with so little regard for me and you feelings.

“I’m surprised he came,” she says.

“I’m not. Daddy has him under his thumb and there’s nothing he won’t do for a chance to prove his worth to the boss.” you swallow resentfully. Your fingers twitching for a release, stepping back Sammy finds the padlocked mailbox, unlocking it with a string of keys and passes you a joint.

“Thanks” you mutter taking a long drag.

Rio had been your first crush, the age gap between you was significant enough in those days of childhood that the distance existed. You looked up to him. Every time you went back to the neighbourhood your father hailed from when he was there. Your father admired him too and your grandmother knew his. Nana knew early why you wanted to tag along to her book clubs and bible studies at Rio’s place but she never said anything to your parents. Rio had always handled you with care and the two old biddies watched wishing one day their friendship would be turned into a familial bond by their two grandchildren.

It happened at your highschool graduation party. You were on your way to make your entrance when the sound of sloppy kisses caught your attention. Living for a little gossip you slipped out of your slingback heels to tiptoe quietly across the marble floors. Just as a kiss broke between Rio and your hoe ass auntie Clementine. It was the next scene that made you sick enough to spew all over your newly acquired white dress. Clem sunk down to her knees taking his heavy manhood into her hands and kissing the tip of him while looking up at him.

Running down the halls with your shoes in hand your brunch came up violently. Clem was privy to your crush on Rio and of all the days she had chosen one significant to you to twist the knife of betrayal. Hot tears streamed as your heart turned to stone. Your crush was the worst kept family secret. How could he? After refusing to join the party your mother was forced to make the cancellation announcement. That day changed family dynamics forever. Gone were the days where you were content enough playing princess, everyone’s favourite girl. Nice girls finished last and there was no room for that anymore.

Your father insisted on another graduation party and there your revenge was served cold. Instead of rushing to greet Rio you maintained distance, sending warm smiles and pleasantries to everyone but him. Spite was a new emotion but you had always been a fast learner. His gifts that day, a princess cut diamond tennis bracelet and necklace set were proof he’d been listening to your advice. It was why you stayed away from Princess cut diamonds to this very day. A dry thanks and a cavalier comment about the subpar count of carats was the first time Rio hadn't received a gushing compliment in your presence. He watches as you casually place the gift aside instead of rushing to have him put it on you. He’d expected to place the accents on your wrist and around your neck but the request never came as you continued opening presents without acknowledging him.

The execution of your spiteful revenge plot had been surgical. Daddy had a new head of security and everytime you returned home from school you showed Rio he’d been replaced until you managed to push him out altogether. Holding back invitations from social gatherings your mother was putting on and skipping out on the ones he was invited to. Clem had flown too close to the sun in search of the kind of man your mother acquired in your father and had her wings burned. Her Karma was her own, a sleazeball with a wandering eye. She’d come to your mom crying on more than one occasion - the stress was sucking her beauty out of her.

The memories overwhelm you and you cough having taken too long a drag. Sammy hits your back, plucking the nearly finished joint from your hands. There were a few people you had fessed up to. Sammy and Nana among them. Sammy had your back not liking Clementine's antics but Nana didn't share her point of view. Nana’s advice was simple. It was her view that you should never be ashamed of things happening in the corridors and peripheries. Adults have sex and often that’s all it is. She was also of the opinion that the last thing any smart woman wanted was a man that had never sown wild oats. It was better they get it out of their system before settling down than while in a serious committed relationship. The take felt treasonous but the older you got the more true it felt. Since then Rio had climbed the ranks quite considerably which was no doubt why he was in attendance today. It wasn't a dinner among friends and family for the new year. It was a dinner among equals. It was why your father had spared no expense in the beauty prep and maintenance of his girls. Part of being respectable was the well being of your family. It was why Rio had brought his grandmother. Rio’s reputation was no longer the only one that preceded him. Your profile had grown too.

To the world you were a bitch and a spoiled brat, who’s social calendar was stacked. You were hard to get to know and even harder to keep. Easily bored and sometimes temperamental; still people wanted to make your acquaintance. To those who knew you best, the hard shell you put on was just that- an act. Looking back at Sammy you take a breath of the fresh air. Looking down at your croc leather boots you try to muster the ferocity of the large reptile as you head back in.

“Thanks for the smoke” you smile and Sammy nods.

“Anytime babygirl, you tell me what plate I need to sprinkle a little something into if anyone plays with you alright?” Sammy jokes.

“Always be nice to the chef” you wink, heading back inside and through the kitchen and back to mix and mingle. You greet everyone you know with the same pleasant but detached air. You take none of their pleasantries or compliments to heart. You allow hands from some of your father’s younger and more legitimate associates to linger as a test of their intentions and integrity. You smile at their jokes and play your role well. You feel Rio’s eyes on you as you move through the crowd. It’s been at least five years since you’ve seen him in the flesh. You can't allow your eyes to linger - even now. One of two things happen; one you get a vision of Clem taking his manhood or a vision of the good times. The oscillation between both states is unpleasant.

“Y/n” his voice says, cutting through the crowd with the same ability to give you goosebumps. You turn to face him, taking in his dark features with the same detached smile he knows is a construct after eighteen years of impossibly genuine ones. His features tighten with contempt.

“Christopher” you smile going in for a hug. When you pull away enveloped in a mix of his cologne and yours his expression reeks of disapproval.

“Rio” he corrects using the nickname you used in childhood. The one he was endearingly called by all who knew him.

“You haven't grown out of that yet?” you are unable to be nice. His glare is pointed. “So serious now” you comment looking into your champagne flute amused with his current state towards you.

“I’m surprised you remember me at all, I haven't heard from you in years” he comments.

“Why would you, we don't have any business” you shrug turning to him. Your expression is earnestly puzzled. His jaw clenches and then clicks.

“Y/N” a voice calls and you turn in the direction of the voice to find your sister in law. A hand catches your waist before you can walk off and Rio’s strict and scolding expression gives you a punishing glare. Have you lost your mind? Is the question in his expression. He’d never been one from disrespect.

“What?” you ask looking up at him.

He swallows, smoothing out his expression to maintain appearances as his hands drop, taking yours. He walks with long strides that force you to move your feet quickly to keep pace. You raise a finger to your sister-in-law signalling you need a moment as Rio takes you into the study.

“Why are you being a bitch to me?” he snaps once the door is closed. You go to respond but his hand comes up holding his index finger in a silent warning. “Don’t bullshit me” he says after more silence. Eighteen year old you would be so proud to have Rio in a room with you behind closed doors with his undivided attention. You find yourself smirking at the thought before your eyes find his softening.

“Why are you pretending like you care how I carry myself or what I do?” you ask. He steps back insulted by the question.

“Are you fucking serious right now? You forget how you grew up? How many times you'd call me a week, a day? Rio, can you pick me up candy, Rio, can you take me to see my friends?” he says.

“Worked out well, didn't it?Look at the rooms you're in now, you are well off - take care of granny and you're someone.” you say casually and he acts like it stings.

“You think I showed up for you to get in with your father?” he laughs but he’s far from amused with his manhood and character in question.

“Rio, I’m not so naive that I think anyone who isn't my blood in this house is genuine” you comment with bored exasperation.

“And what have I done after knowing you your entire life to lead you to believe I don’t care?” he asks, affronted. His nerve sparks rage. Your eyes hold him for a moment in quiet contemplation before you take a breath walking back into the study and letting your hands run along the wood face of your fathers desk.

“You stopped coming around once you started doing the accounting” you recount turning to face him.

“I didn't have time to be around all the time” he snaps.

“Well you didn't say anything” you shrug.

“My bad” Rio says closing the distance between the two of you when you hold a hand out signalling he stops, Rio obliges standing in place.

“Did you know I had a crush on you?” you ask and he looks at you like it's a brave question. Like it's the last thing he expected to come out of your mouth.

“Everyone knew,” he says, twisting the knife he’d put there all those years ago.

“And you were fucking my aunt!” You snap unable to recall the anger from your voice. Shock takes his expression first, then understanding before he returns to his default expression. The smug asshole smiles a bit before shaking his head like your feelings are a big joke to him.

“Fuck you Christopher” you snap pushing past him but he pulls you back to him in a rough motion. All the humour in his eyes has evaporated into anger.

“So you’ve been treating me like this in public on purpose?” Rio clarifies testing your bravery.

“You’re not special enough for special treatment” you shrug dismissively and he smiles shaking his head before he chuckles looking over at you again.

“What’s funny?” You ask slightly unnerved by the change in his energy.

“Here I am treating you like a princess when you’re jealous of your aunt who got treated like a whore” he comments. He steps back, locking the door. Your heart races at the gesture. “All the guys out there are sharks, they’re all touching you because your dad’s over and your brother doesn’t have any dog in him. He’s pussy whipped. The only reason your pops isn’t free lunch is because of me. I don’t need him. I have love for him because he’s got a good heart and looked out for me when I was growing up but he’s lost it. Only reason he’s still on his pedestal is because I know how much of a daddy’s girl you are” Rio says something in the pit of your stomach makes it feel true. You’d noticed your father had been losing his edge for some years now. His kids were grown and he had more than enough to maintain.

“I don’t need your protection” pride forces out and you try to get out of the room. But Rio doesn’t move aside, a wicked grin takes set in his expression. One you remember him doling out to enemies and not friends.

“This is what I get for giving you an inch” he says to himself.

You take a step back slightly unnerved “This is my dad’s office” you say to remind him. His intensity forces you to take another step back.

“Christ-Rio” you correct, continuing your retreat.

“You couldn’t handle me at eighteen, not at twenty one and I don’t even have faith in you now” he says, sparking your defiance. Your retreat falters as he takes a step forward.

“I’m not the one begging for answers, your time or company. ” your tone is sharp.

“Cause I’m grown and not afraid to show that I care about your immature ass even when you act like a brat. It’s called "unconditional love” . His tone is as steady as his expression, devoid of sentimentality.

“I love you so much I'm going to go suck one of your family members off” you snap and his eyes light. His disdain for the idea is evident.

“Don’t talk like that” he warns.

“Mhm, that's what I'll do. Then I’ll show up at your next party with some dumb fucking gift and a smile acting like I mean something. You PIG” you snap shoving him back and getting out of the office and back to the party.

Rio takes a moment to catch his breath. Looking down he swallows trying to quell his raging libido before straightening his shirt and stepping out of the study. He didn't know who to be more upset at; himself, you or his granny. He’d only shown up because Granny had said you wanted him there. After years of being ignored he was ready to turn a new page. Both of you sit through dinner without adding a word to the light and jovial conversation. The attention you were getting from men is non-existent now but you don't mind.

“What’s going on between you and my future grandson-in-law?” Nana teases, earning a sharp glare.

“Ha, ha” you comment without humour and she smiles amused.

“Come on Princess, when have you known Rio to put up with what you're putting him through?” she asks.

“Nana, I know you're old but in this generation we don't take shit from shitty men” you explain.

“He’s not shitty. Maria told him you wanted him to come and he came with no questions asked.” Granny says making you frown.

You roll your eyes. “Why are y’all lying?”

“I’m not getting any younger and I want my baby to have babies with my other baby” she says and you scoff.

“Remember when I promised you I'd never put you in a nursing home?” you ask.

“I do” she nods.

“We’ll I’m going to start looking tomorrow” you threaten making you old girl chuckle. When the party dies down after the countdown you go to call a car and wait in the driveway. It's possibly the worst start to the year ever. Rio comes out and gives you an annoyed look.

“I’ll take you home” he mutters, you take him up on his offer to limit your wait. You put your address in his car's GPS and he starts on the drive. His eyes glance to yours every few minutes as you ignore him.

“Pretending not to enjoy my company is hard work isn't it?” he says and you cut on the radio to drown him out. You have too many fond memories riding shotgun with him. He smiles at the gesture, unable to be fully upset at your bratty tendencies; it was partially an attitude of his own creation.

“Does daddy have any enemies?” you ask.

“No, not enemies - just scavengers but nothing to worry about if you have good friends” Rio mutters drawing your gaze. You nod as he takes the exit and starts up the hill to your neighbourhood. Security lets him through the gate once you've scanned your pass and Rio assesses the residential area. The G-wagon pulls into your driveway.

“Thanks for the ride” you say jumping out instead of waiting for him to get the door. He shuts off the car.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“Making sure you get in” he states.

“You can do that from your car” you tell him but he's stubborn following you in.

“I’m in” you state the obvious.

“Where’s the washroom?” he asks and you sigh pointing to the bathroom.

“Leave when you're done the front door locks automatically” you tell him heading to your bedroom. You check your phone before tidying up your bedroom before taking off your boots then dress. You place the garment on a hanger and your boots in the closet where they belong. You manage to get a babytee over your bra before emerging from your closet still in your thong and nylons. The image of Rio is startling.

“What's wrong?” you frown as his eyes take your body in. It's the way you’ve always wanted him to look at you.

“Are you done making a fool of me?” he rasps low. All libido.

“No” you mutter and his large hand finds the small of your waist pulling you into him. His smile is soft and lazy like he has all the time in the world. The same hand trails down the side of your hips running along the nylon mesh and then to your center. Looking at Rio in his eyes you keep still determined not to break first. He pulls the fabric away from your skin before ripping a gaping hole in the mesh. His eyes don’t leave yours as he sinks down. You don't make the mistake of taking him on his knees as an act of submission. Your body is thrumming for him before he pushes your panties to the side putting his lips to your flesh. Swallowing, your hand goes to his shoulder for support only for him to gently place your leg over it, bettering his access to your center. The sensation makes you ooze for him. Heady sights and moans emerge in no time as he eats you while still partially dressed. His more reserved pace turns feverish as your moans do. First a finger and then two his fingers find a rhythm inside of you aiding to finish what his mouth started. Both guide you to your climax. Before you find your release he stops removing your leg ever so gently and standing with steely resolve. Your lust filled eyes lose the haze of pleasure slowly before he comes into focus. Amusement plays at his lips.

“If you walk-”

Your words are cut short by a kiss. The illicit taste of your arousal mixed with Rio’s passion is overwhelming. So is his skill, it’s like he knows every erogenous zone. Everything is torturously tantric. If you didn't know what he did you’d think his expertise was sex. He scrambles your brain with his dominance. In the bedroom there's no place for insolence. His foreplay is rough and rugged as he kisses and touches you everywhere like he wants to know all your spots to punish you for ever thinking you could leave him, get rid of him or be done with him. He doesn't undress you by pushing your shirt up instead of taking it off as he sucks your breasts.

“Rio” your first please come out hoarse as your legs open instinctively needing the release from him.

“What?” he asks.

“I need you” you whisper nearly making him come before he could even be inside you.

There were a hundred faceless women who’d taken loads meant for your body alone. Who he’d superimposed your face and body on, using in his mind. He’d tried to do the right thing staying away, ignoring your crush not feeding into it. He didn't want to be a fleeting moment he wanted forever. Somehow your lusty moans and shallow breath were even better than he imagined. You tasted better too, felt better, sounded better.

“You're begging already” he rasped but the defiance you felt had long passed when he was french kissing your core.

“Fuck me” you sit up whispering the words against his lips. He kisses you first, slipping his tongue between your lips as he lays you back down as he slides in. Your pleasure filled moan is music to his ears as his manhood finds its home nestled within you. Instinct takes time to kick in as he fights against coming in mere seconds.

“You feel so good baby” he rasps. “You're so perfect” he adds singing your praises.

The pressure is intense, maybe he was right, he is a lot of man to handle but the thrill and arousal makes it comfortable before his thrusts become pure pleasure. Your bodies learn quickly how to please each other. He fucks you into the matress after your first climax treating you like a whore. It feels better than it should. Better than all the fake intense passion you’ve had with lovers who didn't mean half as much as him over the years.

The way he felt, made you feel was overwhelming. Position after position with the purpose of pleasure. His heavy heated gaze, his grip around your hips, wrists and neck. His passion and rawness. The kind of sexual encounter everyone should have at least once in their lives. When he slipped out finally you felt lost as you both lay there drawing in short rugged breaths. Your heart swells in post coital bliss. After relieving yourself you look at your reflection washing up. New year new me think to yourself. Rio enters, interrupting your thoughts and you exit the restroom silently. You climb out of the distressed nylons and go into your drawers for a nightgown. Your thoughts run a million miles a minute. The pendulum swings and you can't quite decide if going to bed with him was the right call or not. Your body is still humming with praise for him while your mind is more conflicted.

“Come to bed” Rio says in a demanding tone like the one he uses in bed. You pause turning to him with folded arms as he waits beneath the covers. “I won't hurt you, I know you can hold a grudge. It’s not in my best interest to piss you off” he comments and you pad back over the bed sitting beside him. Sleep takes the both of you quickly. Hours later the sun beams in and his arm is wrapped protectively around your body.

With a smile you rest your head on his chest as you check your New Years texts. Smiling you see one from your grandmother and laugh beside the man that was the subject of too many new years wishes. Nana really does know best.

Your phone buzzes on the nightstand, you lift your head just enough to glance at the screen—Nana.

Rio wakes sleepily before looking at the phone chuckles. “She’s got timing, don’t she?”

“She’s got more than that,” you mutter, hitting the green button. “What, Nana?”

Her voice is sly, coated in the mischief only years of experience could refine. “Just checking if you got home safe, sweetheart.”

“I did,” you say, your tone exasperated but warm.

“Now!” she says in a hasty tone. You sit up in utter confusion, mouth falling open when Rio’s phone begins to ring. Granny flashes across the screen. You freeze caught dead by your grandmothers. A flurry of laughter sounds from both of your grandmothers on the other line.

“I need great grands by the end of the year” Nana shouts through celebratory laughs and cheer. Your eyes dart to Rio who’s wearing an equally amused expression.

“Should've never got them smartphones” he mutters blushing slightly and you shake your head.

“Oh hush, Nana’s know best” yours says.

“Hang up, so they can get re-started” Rio’s granny says and you hang up looking at your phone in shock. Caught by a bunch of meddling tech-savvy seniors.

“You heard them, let's get re-started, mama” Rio winks.

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Heyyy :) can I request Larissa x Wife or Gf!reader where they go out on an ice skating date. creative controls fully in your hands, but I can get this idea of reader falling and eating shit with Larissa in the back dying laughing while reader struggles to get back up😭

HOE!HOE!HOE! everybody, it's almost Christmas!

Here lies your special treat, anon. <3

𝐆𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 (𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

It was early December, and the town of Jericho was enveloped with a layer of snow. The fountains stopped working, and lakes turned to ice. People abandoned their fall sweaters for puffer jackets and trench coats as they tried keeping up with the cold. Everybody ordered hot chocolate from the weathervane cafe, and gingerbread with christmas themed icings.

The school of Nevermore was glowing with lights in the night, and everyone seemed to be filled with the excitement of the upcoming holiday. The trees on the campus were adorned with sparkling ornaments, and the courtyard was covered in a light dusting of snow, reflecting the soft glow of the lanterns hanging from the branches. It was the perfect winter night, crisp and still, with the kind of magical atmosphere that only happens in places like Nevermore Academy.

Students hurried to and from the dormitories, bundled in scarves and coats, their breath visible in the cold air as they laughed and chattered. There was a festive buzz in the air, and for a moment, even the most brooding students couldn't help but be swept up in the cheer of the season.

Inside, the halls were lined with decorations, and the faint sound of classical music filled the air, played by the school’s orchestra in preparation for the winter ball. Even the ever-imposing statues seemed to smile in the glow of the festive lights. It was a rare moment of peace, one where the usual tension of Nevermore’s strange and mysterious happenings seemed to melt away, if only for a brief moment.

“Christmas is fast approaching.” You mused, perching yourself in your wife’s lap. Her office chair had been turned to face the window, overlooking the courtyard; it also offered a glimpse of the surrounding forest and the distant mountains covered in white frost. It was refreshing to the eyes to see her relax, just taking in the beauty of winter with no guilt hidden in her eyes.

“It is, my darling.” She then pecked your cheek, all while her hands were finding a comforting spot under the layers of clothes you wore. They finally settled on your waist, her thumbs soothing circles on the skin.

You leaned to her, lips deliberately brushing the shell of her ear, “I wanna do something fun” you whispered, feeling her hands tensed in their grip. “Do you want to do something fun, Principal?”

The woman’s lips fell as part, a soft gasp escaping when you plant a gentle kiss over the pulse point under her jaw, your breath tickling her skin. “Yes.” she husked, tilting her head, urging you to do more. Her own breath was growing shallow, it felt like she was on fire.

The chair made a Squeaking sound but it didn’t matter. Her eyes were closed, welcoming the pleasure as you started nipping down the column of her neck. Her hands started wandering, over and under your clothes.

“So you will say yes to anything I suggest?” you murmured, undoing the first button of her dress. Larissa paused, opening her eyes. The corners of her lips were drawn up, visibly delighted and amused.

She cupped your face with both hands while her eyes admired you in ways that made your heart tumble and knees buckle.

It was surreal how you had her wrapped around your finger.

“Absolutely, my darling.” she tenderly kissed the tip of your nose, smiling as she did so, and you couldn’t help it but feel the wild flutter in your chest, and your nose crinkled, “Good.”

You smiled to yourself. Your plan was definitely working, luring the woman, thinking she had free will.

Abruptly, you pushed yourself off from her lap, smoothing your skirt down and any visible wrinkles. Larissa watched you, confused.

“Right. So…I wanna go ice skating. I don’t know how but I will figure it out on the skating rink.”

The woman bursted out laughing, and it was loud. She was definitely not holding herself back. A hand landed on her chest and the other playfully wiped the tear from her left eye.

“Are you for real, darling?” She asked, her posh accent was thick, and you would have thought it was adorable if not for the way she was looking at you like you had just said the most ridiculous thing in the world. Her amusement was palpable, her lips still curled into a grin as she tried to compose herself.

“Yes, I’m for real,” you said, crossing your arms and cocking a brow. “What’s so funny about it? People ice skate all the time.”

Larissa shook her head, still chuckling. “Darling, you’ve just declared you don’t know how to skate, yet you’re determined to figure it out on the rink. That’s… brave, if not slightly mad.” she said matter of factly.

“Well, I’m not one to back down from a challenge,” you quipped, tilting your chin up defiantly. “Besides, how hard can it be? You just glide.”

Larissa raised an eyebrow, the laughter subsiding but the amusement lingering in her eyes. “Just glide, you say—” She snorted, “Alright then. But don’t come crying to me when you land on your backside within the first five minutes.”

You smirked. “Is that a challenge?”

“Consider it an observation,” Larissa replied, leaning back in her chair with an elegant shrug. “But if you’re so determined, I suppose I have to see it for myself. After all, someone needs to make sure you don’t break a bone or ruin your pretty face. Right, darling?”

Your heart did a little flip at her words, though you masked it with a teasing grin. “So, you’ll skate with me?”

“Oh, no,” she said with mock seriousness, shaking her head. “I’ll be watching from the sidelines with a warm drink in hand, laughing as you attempt to ‘just glide.’”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the grin tugging at your lips. “Fine. But when I master it, you’re next.”

Larissa only laughed again, her melodic voice filling the room, and for a moment, the idea of embarrassing yourself on the ice didn’t seem so daunting after all.

–

It wasn’t that bad…

“Fuck. Just focus.” Your knees were stiff—actually scratch that—your whole body was stiff and you weren’t moving at all, you weren’t even sure if you were breathing. Your arms were flexed to balance yourself, well, more like to catch yourself really in case you were to fall.

“What are you waiting for? Just glide! How hard can it be?” Larissa teased. She, herself, was sitting on the bench just outside the skating rink with her legs crossed and nursing a steaming cup of hot chocolate.

“You’re being an ass!” You yelled to your wife, who in return, just chuckled.

You didn’t think it would be this hard, all you thought about was ‘just glide’ But even that was so fucking complicated when you didn’t know how to properly balance on ice. It was turning into a shit show and you were sure your wife was enjoying it from the sidelines. But so far you haven’t landed on your ass yet and it had been more than a good five minutes so the joke was on her.

The night was still young, only few people visited the skating rink so it wasn’t that rowdy, you had a lot of space to work on your ‘glide’.

“Excuse me, coming through!”

A loud, unsteady voice called from behind you, and before you could react, a blur whizzed past, arms flailing wildly. It was a young man, clearly just as inexperienced as you, attempting to stop but only succeeding in crashing into the rink barrier. He laughed it off, brushing himself off with a sheepish grin as if this was all part of the plan.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “At least I know I’m not the only beginner out here.”

You were too busy trying to move your legs, and with every attempt, you had moved by approximately three metres from where you began. “Ha! I’m getting good at this.”

Your wife, who had been watching the spectacle, had finally grown some conscience and joined you. “Careful, darling.” You rolled your eyes but smiled.

She skated backward effortlessly, her movements fluid and confident, as if mocking your wobbly attempts.

“Come on, glide towards me. Keep your knees bent and let your body relax. Trust the ice.”

“Easy for you to say,” you muttered, taking a hesitant step forward. Your legs wobbled dangerously, and for a moment, you thought you were going to faceplant. But then, you caught yourself, regaining some semblance of balance.

“That’s it!” she called, clapping her hands. “You’re a natural.”

“Liar,” you shot back, but you couldn’t hide the grin creeping onto your face.

She glided closer, her hands outstretched. “Here, take my hands.”

You hesitated but eventually reached out, gripping her hands tightly. The warmth of her touch steadied you, and you found yourself moving a bit more confidently, her guidance helping you find a rhythm.

“See? Not so bad, is it?” she asked, her voice tinged with genuine encouragement.

“Yeah, until you let go,” you teased, though your grip tightened instinctively.

She laughed, a sound that felt as smooth and inviting as the ice beneath your feet. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ve got you—always.” She skated closer, pressing you to her front and kissing the top of your head. From that moment, nothing else mattered. All the sounds faded, they were nothing but inconsequential as your wife held you. The warmth may not be that much, all you needed was her even if your tits were freezing cold.

“That I won’t doubt.”

For most of the experience, Larissa was true to her word, she didn’t let you go. Not one bit and you somehow gained the courage, believing yourself that you can do it without her so you voluntarily let her go. Larissa was all smile when she watched you glide on your own, it was still a little wobbly but a little better.

“Look I’m doing it!”

“That’s it, darling–oh careful–slow down!”

You couldn’t hear her, you were too absorbed by this whole new sensation that was exploding in your chest and you couldn’t stop. You were nearing the edge of the rink when you realized it. It was an open spot with a pile of snow thick enough that it won’t hurt when you fall but the embarrassment? You weren’t so sure about that.

“Larissa!” Was your last word before meeting your doom.

Larissa watched you fall on the snow. Hard. The impact was enough that you were a few inches deep, creating the perfect cut out of your frame. She laughed. Hysterically laughed that there were genuine tears in her eyes and she couldn’t, for the love of god, stop it as she glided toward you.

“I told you to slow down.” Now, all she could wish for was that you were okay, that you didn’t sustain any bruises from your fall.

It had been a moment now and you still weren’t getting up, that was when her demeanor switched to concern, “Darling, are you okay?”

You were yet to respond to that because you were still buried in the snow, processing what just happened, and your wife, instead of rescuing you, just laughed behind you.

It was a challenge to move, being all stuck in the snow with layers of heavy clothing, though eventually you managed to flip yourself. There was snow all over your hair and your face was reddened by the cold, even your lashes had a little dust of snow.

“Darling, you got a little–” she cut herself, crouching slightly to wipe the snow from your lashes. You'd admit that it wasn’t that bad–your fall. It was laughable and if you could rewind what happened and watch it, you would have been laughing your ass off, too, but that didn’t mean you’d let your wife get away so easily.

It wasn’t probably the best idea being shorter than your wife, though before you could comprehend your actions, you pulled her from the sleeves of her coat.

And she crashed her arms were acting as a leverage to keep her weight light on top of you and you fell back on the snow, giggling like a little girl.

“Got you, Mrs Weems.”

You weren’t keen on giving the public a show, and hardly ever one to display such childish behaviour but nothing ever felt so right in the moment but pull her and kiss her. Your hands were cold but her face was warm, and her meaningful glances had you swooning all over her that you couldn’t pass up the idea of kissing her while you were both planted on the snow.

Once you two got back up, you noticed a few people were watching. “Well, show’s over folks. Have a good evening!”

After returning the skating shoes, you two decided to walk back to where the car was parked. “Now, I want some hot-coco. You think the Weathervane’s still open?” the night was freezing, and you regret not getting one for yourself earlier, too engrossed by the idea of skating.

Larissa noticed you were shivering, both hands clasped together as you blew your breath to warm your palms. “Come here.” she said softly. She then removed her scarf, wrapping it around your neck until it covered half your face.

“Thanks, my love.”

Larissa kissed you one more time. Her lips were warm against the cold air, a brief but tender moment that seemed to thaw the chill biting at your skin. The soft wool of her scarf carried her scent—something floral and comforting—that made you feel as though the frost didn’t stand a chance against her presence.

“Nevermind, let’s just hurry back home.” and that phrase combined with the mischievous glint in your eyes entailed something that Larissa knew she couldn’t refuse.

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #gwendoline christie imagines #larissa weems imagine #principal larissa weems

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rougesdelight · 3 months ago

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The beauty of Rhaenyra Targaryen, The Realm's Delight, described in the book Fire and Blood

At the center of the merriment, cherished and adored by all, was their only surviving child, Princess Rhaenyra, the little girl the court singers dubbed “the Realm’s Delight.” Though only six when her father came to the Iron Throne, Rhaenyra Targaryen was a precocious child, bright and bold and beautiful as only one of dragon’s blood can be beautiful.

Rhaenyra always dressed richly, favoring purple and maroon velvets and golden Myrish lace in intricate patterns. Her bodice often glittered with pearls and diamonds, and there were always rings on her fingers.

Daemon spent long hours in her company, enthralling her with tales of his journeys and battles. He gave her pearls and silks and books and a jade tiara said once to have belonged to the Empress of Leng, read poems to her, dined with her, hawked with her, sailed with her, entertained her by making mock of the greens at court, the “lickspittles” fawning over Queen Alicent and her children. He praised her beauty, declaring her to be the fairest maid in all the Seven Kingdoms.

When Prince Daemon sent forth his call to arms, they rose up all along the rivers, knights and men-at-arms and humble peasants who yet remembered the Realm’s Delight, so beloved of her father, and the way she smiled and charmed them as she made her progress through the riverlands in her youth. Hundreds and then thousands buckled on their swordbelts and donned their mail, or grabbed a pitchfork or a hoe and a crude wooden shield, and began to make their way to Harrenhal to fight for Viserys’s little girl.

#rhaenyra targaryen #fire and blood #the realms delight #remember what they took from us 🥰#daemyra

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starogeorgina · 7 months ago

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“We won't raise our banners for a tyrant.”

-River Lords (House of the dragon)

When Daemon sent forth his call to arms, they rose up all along the rivers, knights and men-at-arms and humble peasants who yet remembered the Realm's Delight, so beloved of her father, and the way she smiled and charmed them as she made her progress through the riverlands in her youth. Hundreds and then thousands buckled on their swordbelts and donned their mail, or grabbed a pitchfork or a hoe and a crude wooden shield, and began to make their way to Harrenhal to fight for Viserys's little girl.

— Fire & blood

#house of the dragon #fire & blood quotes #hotd s2 #hotd spoilers #house of the dragon quotes #fire & blood

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bigtreefest · 3 months ago

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Happy Hoelloween! 🎃❤️ Please accept this lil hoe treat just for you:

It looks like he’s had a hard day and needs one of your sweet treats to turn his frown upside down. Hope you’re up for it, because he sure is 🍆😘

A Well-deserved Treat

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Reader (modern AU)

Summary: After a long day, you know exactly what Curtis needs

Word count: 729

Content/warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, grunty Curtis, grumpy Curtis, nonverbal Curtis, soapy handjob, shower, Curtis’s beautiful naked body

A/N: Hehehe, happy Hoelloween, Siri!! A sweet treat, indeed!! Thank you so much for sending this in. Sorry it’s a little bit after Halloween, but I think this kind of slowed-down comfort is what we need right now. My poor Curty having a hard day? The least I can do is take care of him when he always does the same for me!!!

Thank you all for reading! Comments, reblogs, and asks are sooooo appreciated.

Dividers by @strangergraphics

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Curled up on the couch queueing up all the scary movies you had planned to watch for the night, you heard his truck pull into the driveway. Curtis was finally home, and it was much later than you both had anticipated.

On most days, he was gone before the sunrise, that part wasn’t new. But early hours usually meant an early return unless something went wrong at the shop. And judging by the way the sun was well below set in the sky and you were already on your second bowl of candy for the trick-or-treaters, something went really wrong.

The door closed a little harder than usual, although Curtis was careful not to slam it. Based off of that, he didn’t seem angry about the day, but most definitely annoyed at the very least.

You turned to greet him, but he was already gone, the faint sound of him toeing off his boots filling the hallway along with his jingling belt buckle. He was probably going to take a shower to wash the day away, which was a good idea. That always calmed him a little, but he probably needed even more than that.

Curtis was probably going to take a bit of a longer shower, too, but you didn’t want to waste time. You moved quickly to throw the blanket off of you, grabbing the bowl of candy and setting it on the doormat for kids to help themselves. Your man needed you.

You ran quickly with your socked feet faintly sliding on the wooden floors, grateful you had already closed the windows earlier as you shucked off pieces of clothing one by one, leaving a trail.

Once you got to the bathroom door, Curtis was already under the water, simply standing there and letting it rush over him, a faint frown on his face. His hulking shoulders rose and fell steadily with his even breathing which was interrupted as you stepped into his space.

Curtis’s eyes blinked open, his long eyelashes catching droplets of water. Your heart sunk a little, seeing the clear exhaustion in his features as you reached up, your hands gently cupping his jaw, beard lightly scratching your palms.

“Hi, honey,” you whispered just above the sound of rushing water. He simply sighed and gave a grunt in response. Curtis had used his voice too much today, barking orders and corrections around the shop, dealing with more than his fair share of customers. Words were not something he wanted to produce right now, and he was so happy you could see that with the sympathetic smile that you flashed him.

Without a second thought, you knew exactly what you needed to do, reaching to the side and grabbing a dollop of body wash. You lathered it between your hands before pressing them against his firm pecs, rubbing in small circles. You moved outward across the broad expanse of his chest, watching his eyes flutter shut and his head tilt backwards in ecstasy.

You worked your way downward, over the hair of his chest and the ridges of his abs until you came upon the thatch of hair just above where he was starting to grow hard. The relaxation and care you were showing him was enough to do that, and after the kind of day he had, be needed a release.

You reached your soapy hand for his shaft, slowly pumping his length. You were startled as Curtis’s hand shot out and slapped the shower wall, his chin falling to his sternum as his breaths began to pick up. You could hear them huffing out of his nose. He watched the way you expertly twisted your wrist, slightly tentative since he still hadn’t spoken yet.

Curtis’s head slowly rose, his pupils blown with pleasure looking at you through his eyelashes. From the sight of his lust and need to feel good taking over, you got distracted, lost in his gaze. You didn’t even realize your hold weakening, your rhythm faltering until his large hand clasped over yours, helping you squeeze him and move faster.

Finally, Curtis’s lips broke their seal with a small gasp. His chest rumbled in a way that sent a shiver through you despite the warm water. His voice came out in a low growl, one you couldn’t ever bring yourself to deny.

“That’s it. Give me what I need.”

Bonus A/N: Gimme that beast of a man. Lemme shower him in affection and wash off that grime in an actual shower🫣

Taglist: @hawkeyes-queen @ronearoundblindly @mercurial-chuckles @steviebbboi

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buckets-and-trees · 16 hours ago

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random hoeing:

Nick holding your gaze as he takes your hands in his and places your trembling fingers on his belt

Relief By A Demon's Hand

Characters/Pairings: soft!dark Demon Nick Fowler x curvy Millennial female!Reader Word Count: 2.3k Summary: Plagued by sleepless nights for weeks and weeks, you're desperate to try anything you can to get the rest you need - and you've tried almost everything at this point, so what's one more crazy tactic to add to the list of things that you're pretty sure won't work?

Content/Warnings: teratophilia; explicit smut: vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, use of pet name: sweets, little summoner; twisting of power/slight manipulation; borderline dubious consent

Notes: Here's a slightly wicked little offering for day four of the Storygrams - a rich dark chocolate.

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Black though they were, the demon’s eyes sparked with mischief as he held your gaze, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. The air between you crackled with electricity, making the fine hairs on your arms stand on end. Your breath caught in your throat as his strong, calloused hands enveloped yours, their surprising warmth radiating up your arms and spreading a tingling sensation through your body.

A growing scent of bergamot and cedarwood took over the room - the heady mixture of his essence. It filled your senses, making your head swim.

With deliberate slowness, he guided your trembling fingers to his belt, the smooth leather cool against your skin. Your breath caught in your throat as your fingertips grazed the metal buckle. Nick's chest rose and fell with quickening breaths, betraying an excitement beneath his confident exterior.

“Go on, sweets, you summoned a sleep demon from the Inbetween, I’m here but to serve,” he said, but his every action had demonstrated who held the power since he had appeared in the moonlight in your bedroom - the light of the full moon streaming in through your gauzy curtains.

Your heart raced as you fumbled with the buckle, your fingers clumsy with nerves. Nick's smirk widened, revealing a hint of sharp canines that sent a shiver down your spine. As the belt came loose, he leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Tell me, little summoner," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin, "what dreams have been keeping you awake?"

The question hung in the air, heavy with implication. You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry. How could you explain the pressures and worries that had kept you awake, and - when you did manage to sleep - the vivid nightmares that had emerged from those thoughts and strife for weeks, driving you to desperate measures? How could you admit that in your darkest moments, you had yearned for something – someone – to take control?

Nick's fingers trailed along your jawline, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. In the depths of his obsidian eyes, you saw a glimmer of understanding. It was as if he could peer into your very soul, reading the fears and desires etched there.

"I… I can't sleep," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. "And when I can, the nightmares, they're relentless."

Nick's smirk softened into something almost gentle. "Oh, sweets," he murmured, his thumb brushing across your lower lip. "Nightmares are my specialty."

With a swift motion, he pulled you closer, his arm snaking around your waist. The heat of his body against yours was intoxicating, making your head spin. You found yourself leaning into him, craving more of his touch.

"Close your eyes," Nick commanded softly, his voice a low rumble that reverberated through your chest.

You hesitated for a moment, your heart pounding.

But something in his tone, a mixture of authority and reassurance, compelled you to obey. As your eyelids fluttered shut, you felt Nick's fingers weave through your hair, cradling the back of your head.

"That's it," he purred, his lips so close you could feel the warmth of his breath. "Let go of everything. The worries, the fears, the nightmares. They have no power here."

“Are you dangerous?” you asked.

“Yes,” he answered simply.

“Are you dangerous to me?” you inquired further.

Nick's chuckle was low and rich, sending a shiver down your spine. "Only if you want me to be," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "But right now, I'm here to chase away those nightmares of yours."

His fingers trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You leaned into his touch, craving more of the warmth that seemed to radiate from his very being.

His fingers continued their tantalizing journey, trailing down your collarbone and tracing delicate patterns across your skin. Your breath hitched as his touch ghosted over the swell of your breasts, the feather-light caress sending sparks of electricity through your body. Nick's other hand splayed across your lower back, drawing you flush against him.

"Surrender to me," he whispered, his voice a velvety caress that wrapped around your senses. "Let me empty your mind of all those troublesome thoughts."

His thumb brushed over your nipple, eliciting a soft gasp from your lips. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and anticipation that made your knees weak. Nick's lips found the sensitive spot just below your ear, placing open-mouthed kisses along your neck.

"That's it, sweets," he murmured against your skin.

Your body melted into his touch, every nerve ending alive with sensation. Nick's kisses trailed lower, nipping gently at your collarbone. His hands roamed your body with expert precision, finding every sensitive spot that made you gasp and shiver.

"Look at me," he commanded softly.

You opened your eyes, meeting his intense gaze. The obsidian depths of his eyes seemed to swirl with otherworldly power, drawing you in. You felt as if you were falling into an endless abyss, all your worries and fears dissolving into nothingness.

Nick's fingers tangled in your hair, gently tugging your head back to expose the column of your throat. His lips brushed against your pulse point, his sharp canines grazing your skin. The dual sensations of danger and desire sent a jolt of electricity through your body.

"You're still hesitant, little summoner, but you wanted this. You wanted it because it’s the only way. Let me fill you head with something else,” he insisted, taking your hand and wrapping it around his velvety cock.

Your fingers instinctively curled around Nick's length, marveling at the contrast between its silky smoothness and rigid hardness. A low growl of approval rumbled in his chest, sending vibrations through your body where it pressed against his.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "Let yourself feel. Let everything else fade away."

His lips captured yours in a searing kiss, stealing your breath and scattering your thoughts. Your world narrowed to the sensations he evoked - the taste of him on your tongue, the heat of his skin against yours, the intoxicating scent that enveloped you both.

Nick's hands roamed your body with practiced ease, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He cupped your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples until they were both peaked with sensitivity. You arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping your throat.

He broke off the kiss, and your lips went chasing after him. He smirked, then said, “Undress me.”

Your hands trembled as you reached for the buttons of Nick's shirt, fumbling with each one. As you exposed more of his chest, you couldn't help but marvel at the intricate tattoos that adorned his skin - swirling patterns that seemed to shift and move in the moonlight.

"Like what you see?" Nick teased, his voice low and husky.

You nodded, unable to find your voice as you pushed the shirt off his broad shoulders. Your fingers traced the lines of his toned abdomen, feeling the muscles twitch beneath your touch. Nick's breath hitched, and you felt a small surge of confidence at the effect you were having on him.

With newfound boldness, you reached for the waistband of his pants, maintaining eye contact as you slowly pulled it down. Nick's eyes darkened with desire, his pupils dilating until they nearly swallowed the black irises whole. Idly you wondered if all demons forwent underwear or only him, his cock now on proud display.

He stepped out of the trousers, never taking his eyes off you.

"Your turn," he growled, reaching for the hem of your nightshirt. Then he pulled the garment over your head, leaving you bare before him. His eyes roved over you with a hunger that shot a thrill through you rather than leaving you insecure as you’d felt when you’d occasionally been with other men.

He backed you to your bed and gently pushed you down onto the soft mattress. The moonlight streaming through the window bathed his muscular form in an ethereal glow as he loomed over you, his eyes glittering with hunger and something darker, more primal.

Nick's fingers trailed down your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He hooked them under the waistband of your pajama bottoms, looking up at you with a raised eyebrow. You nodded, lifting your hips to allow him to slide them off, along with your underwear.

The cool air hit your heated skin, making you shiver. Nick's gaze drank in your fully exposed form, a low growl of appreciation rumbling in his chest. "Delicious," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

He settled between your legs, his broad shoulders spreading your thighs wide. The anticipation built as his hot breath ghosted over your sensitive flesh. Nick's tongue darted out, tasting you with a slow, deliberate lick that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You gasped, your fingers clutching at the sheets as he began to explore you in earnest.

His skilled mouth worked magic on your most intimate areas, alternating between teasing licks and gentle suction that had you writhing beneath him. One of his hands snaked up to cup your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers in time with the movements of his tongue.

You felt the pressure building within you, a coiling tension that threatened to snap at any moment. Nick sensed your impending release and doubled his efforts, his free hand joining his mouth as he slipped two fingers inside you. Your worries and fears melted away, replaced by waves of mounting pleasure. Nick's strong hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he devoured you with single-minded focus.

"Let go, sweets," Nick murmured against your flesh, the vibrations of his voice only playing more into the pleasure.

You felt the pressure building, a coiling tension in your core that threatened to snap at any moment. Nick sensed your approaching climax, doubling his efforts. His lips closed around your most sensitive spot, sucking gently as he pumped his fingers inside of you.

The tension within you finally broke, exploding into waves of ecstasy that washed over your entire body. You cried out, your back arching off the bed as Nick continued his ministrations, drawing out your pleasure until you were trembling and oversensitive.

As you came down from your high, Nick crawled up your body, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He captured your lips in a searing kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. The kiss was passionate and demanding, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

"That's just the beginning, little summoner," Nick growled against your lips. "I'm going to chase away every last nightmare, replace them all with pleasure beyond your wildest dreams."

His hand trailed down your body, fingertips dancing across your still-sensitive skin. You shivered beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch and the hunger in his gaze. He claimed your lips in another intoxicating kiss, and then Nick’s fingers found your slick channel again. As you gave yourself over to him, tongues entwining, he slipped a third finger into your cunt, and you gasped against his mouth.

Nick's fingers worked their magic, stroking and curling inside you with expert precision. Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of that exquisite friction. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips along your jawline to your ear.

"So responsive," he purred, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "I wonder how you'll react when I'm buried deep inside you."

The promise in his words made you whimper with need. Nick's thumb found your sensitive bundle of nerves, circling it slowly as his fingers continued to stretch you. You could feel yourself climbing towards another peak, your breath coming in short gasps.

"That's it, sweets," Nick encouraged, his voice low, greedy. "Let go for me again."

Your second orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you trembling and gasping for air. Nick worked you through it, singularly focused.

As the aftershocks of your second orgasm rippled through you, Nick's fingers continued their relentless ministrations. Your body, hypersensitive from the intense pleasure, twitched and jerked at each touch. The sensation bordered on overwhelming, teetering on the edge between pleasure and discomfort.

"Nick," you gasped, your voice trembling. "I can't... it's too much."

Your hands fumbled weakly, trying to push his away from your oversensitive flesh. But Nick merely chuckled, the sound low and rich, sending vibrations through your body where he pressed against you.

"Oh, sweets," he purred, his obsidian eyes glinting with mischief and desire. "We're far from done. Your body can take so much more than you realize and there's more work to do to get you stretched and ready to take my cock."

You whimpered as his free hand caught both of your wrists, pinning them above your head. His grip was firm but not painful, a reminder of his strength. Nick's eyes locked with yours, his gaze intense and searching.

“After all, you wanted me to come and take away your nightmares.”

A tail - a tail you had not noticed before - wrapped slowly around your thigh, spreading your legs wider. You knew it was coming, but you still gasped when the thick but tapered tip teased into your slick channel along with his fingers.

“As I told you when I appeared, I can only do what you allow me to do.” He nipped your bottom lip for emphasis. “I’m only giving you what you wanted if not entirely in the way you intended when you foolishly summoned a demon.”

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swampstew · 25 days ago

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Captain_CumShot - Chapter 3

Welcome to Raven's Reading Nook - a small corner of this blog dedicated to cozy story times. Take a seat on the chaise lounge, plug your electronic device in so you can enjoy this multi-chapter, full blown smut story. The Captain is the snack and sadly, I have nothing to offer to soothe the yearning. As always, links to Wattpad and AO3 at the bottom. Enjoy, from your favorite loyal, cabin hoe♥

Summary: The Captain is sponsored for his birthday!

Minors DNI you will be blocked - for adult audiences only.

Unwrapping/unboxing video

“A little birdie whispered into a local sex shop’s ear and that same shop has sent me a sponsorship package for my birthday. I’m touched. Or, I will be. Soon,” Kid’s smirk graced the screen before the camera focus zoomed out to show the chaotic background.

A pile of half wrapped and opened boxes were towering on a pull out table – packing peanuts and tissue paper littered the floor which he kicked away as he stepped beside the display. Grabbing at random, he dangled collars and gags between his thick fingers before repeating the motion in a different box. Cock rings and bullet vibrators made heavy thunking sounds as he let them fall from his hand back to the box.

“There’s honestly so much, I think I’ll try out a few pieces, model a bit and give one or five toys some testing. This is technically also a review video.”

Sinking into steady chair he had pulled out, he sighed as he unbuttoned his black vest and pants.

“Ok, to make it interesting, I’m gonna do random grabs from a giant tub. Hold on.”

The video cut to the next frame, where Kid was unceremoniously dumping products into a 50 gallon tub. A colorful waterfall of silicone, plastic, metals churned around roughly a few times before he was satisfied.

“Let’s get this party started,” he snapped the first item off the top – a collar with a bell. He let out a chuckle, shrugged and buckled it on.

“I’m into pet play – I’m not usually the pet,” he winked at the camera.

Using his metal hand, he plunged it deep into the tub and rummaged for a second, pulling out a set of restraints and clamps.

“Sure, whatever,” he snorted, cuffing his flesh hand but leaving it dangling. He let out a quiet grunt as he clamped his nipples, the fine metal connecting the twin clamps allowed him to adjust the tension.

Letting out a shivered growl, “I can’t put all these on, maybe I’ll save some for future vids.

Dipping another hand into the tub, he hummed in surprise when he saw the sleeve. It was a silicon model of lips, a self-masturbation toy. The mouth was partially opened and it had a set of top row teeth that appeared stiffer to the touch as Kid’s fingers played with the trim.

“Pray I pull some lube next,” he laughed, scooping his metal hand once more. This time, he came away with multiple items. The lubricant, a ball gag, and an anal plug.

“I’d ask if God was there but I’m pretty sure this is the work of darker forces,” he almost cackled, face crinkled in entertainment.

Sticking by his promise, Kid poured the water-based compound in his hands and rubbed his fingers against his palm to warm it up. He smeared the lube generously around the plug, yanked his pants off, and turned so the camera would see his side profile. So his viewers could watch him slightly bend and work the toy in his ass.

“Want proof?” he barked and turned so his backside was exposed, and nestled between his enormous, sculpted glutes was the top of the plug. It had gone in swiftly.

Shrugging, “Surprised I’m a whore? You must be new here.”

Standing, Kid poured the lube into the mouth cock sleeve and rimmed the lips, teeth, and chin with the leftover sleek. Taking the side profile again, he teased his bulbous head with the top row of teeth, sliding it over the ridge of his tip. He slowly dipped into the sleeve without giving much reaction, at least not until he was fully sheathed.

“The inside feels nice, but its kinda firm and strict to move through.”

He powered through, partially closing his eyes as he uncovered himself and started pumping the sleeve up and down his girth, attempting to wear it in some. He found a good rhythm for a while before moving on.

“I dunno, maybe a heated lube or a warm wash to make the material more accommodating. The teeth felt nice though, realistic and kinda cute.”

Kid kissed the messy hole and tongued it lewdly, “How wet or hard did that just make you?” Laughing, he set the toy aside and returned to the tub.

The next gift set was pack of lingerie sets, one in red and the other in a deep wine color.

“Nice. Red’s always been my color,” he smiled, tearing the silk from the package. He let the material run against his skin teasingly before formally putting the thong on, snapping the rear line against the plug base. “Ok last grab, I’m use both hands.”

Behind the tub, Kid dramatically leaned over and plunged both arms elbows deep as he shuffled through items like a drag line wading along the sea’s bottom. With a triumphant grin, he yanked backwards and hauled a cellophane wrapped package.

“No. Fucking. WAY!” he shouted in excitement as he tore the plastic with his teeth. “The Mega Milker Masturbator,” he crowed as he held out the sex doll.

It was only half a doll, just the bubbly butt and with realistic looking skin and inviting holes. Holding it in one hand, he slapped the ass and it jiggled and trembled in place. He firmly gripped the fleshy material and dug his fingertips in. The doll sunk with the lightest amount of pressure. Kid was so pleased he let out a mewl.

“I’ve seen the ads but damn never thought about getting it for myself. Shiiiitt.” He whistled. As he described the specs and features, he slowly pumped his cock and lubed the orifices.

“Let’s see how well—” he paused, then a look came over his face. Stepping away, he came back with the wine colored lingerie and prepped the doll.

Sweeping the table with his arm, he stuck the doll down and moved the camera stand to have a better angle. He picked up the small control that was wired to the bubbly flesh, turning it on and a quiet motor made the doll shake and bounce with impressive speed settings as Kid flipped through them.

“I’ll try and leave a cum shot but this is The Mega Milker model – this might just become a straight cream pie vid. Shit, did you see my cock throb at that? Yeah, gonna give you an extra special dessert, since its my birthday and all.”

Making more adjustments, the edge of a microphone was placed beside the camera – to enhance the output.

“Happy birthday to me,” he tossed his head back as he sunk he erection all the way inside the doll. Gasping in pleasure as he switched the vibrations on and the hairs on his pelvis began to visibly tremble from the force.

“Oh fuck,” he cried before pulling out all the way, slapping the silicone material cheeks and sinking back in. The table legs scraped against the floor as he fucking into the doll. Pussy to ass over and over, his grunts becoming louder as he treated himself.

“Fuuuuccckkk me the vibrations are strong, especially if I—” he sighed as his hands squeezed the bubbly ass around his shaft. “Ohhh godsdamn she’s an ANIMAL!” he roared and laughed.

His thrusting grew harsher and the table squealed in protest as his hips banged against the top.

“Here. I. Cuuuummmm,” he moaned, stilling himself for a moment to let his ejaculation wash over him. Not finished, he pulled out and sheathed himself in the doll’s asshole and rutted against the material, wearing the motor down as he pinned it to the table.

With a low groan and head tilt, Kid pulled out and braced his back on the table, legs spread open for the camera and cock flopped on his lower stomach. His core was still shaking and the plug tightened and loosened as he came down.

Holding the doll above him, his semen and the lube trickled out and sprawled over his stomach as he emptied it out.

“I think this is my new favorite toy. I’m gonna name her,” he tilted forward to kiss the creamy pussy lips. Flicked his tongue between the folds and showed the camera his swallow technique.

“Nah nah, it can’t end like this. This toy, that’s not good enough for her. One cumshot, coming up,” he chortled.

Using his own seed to fluff himself, he stuffed his erect cock into the doll once more. He shifted on the table so his feet were planted on the ground and his torso was partially up. Holding the doll as he would a lover in reverse cowgirl, Kid turned the vibration setting to medium speed and began fucking the doll again.

“I’m taking name suggestions in the comments,” he groaned out, stroking himself with the toy. Switching the speed to the highest setting less than a minute later, Kid’s jaw gaped as his entire body tensed.

“Oh my fuuuuck, fuck f….---” he bit his lip and moaned.” The vibrations are making the plug tremble!”

Kid braced himself against the weary table and used all his force to slam the doll down on his cock until the fake flesh was pushing forcefully against his muscles as he fucked impossibly deep into it. Feet splayed and strained, Kid bit down harder as he held the doll, letting the vibrations bounce his cock so hard that the plug was shaking enough to make him feel shocks of pleasure run up his spine.

Letting out a guttural howl, Kid pulled the doll off and held it in front of him, strings of pearly cum shot out of his tip and splattered against the doll’s abused skin. Beading and rolling down the curves as Kid’s body shook from the pleasure.

Setting it down on the table, Kid gently removed the plug from his ass and inserted it into the doll’s ass.

“I’m a man of my word – I tested the fuck outta that doll and it has all the fucking stars a product can and should receive. How much was this worth?! I gotta step up my toy making skills!”

Kid slapped the fake doll’s ass one last time and droplets of cum flew off the jiggling mass before the video ended.

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splitontendo · 1 year ago

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I DONT WNA CRY

i don’t wanna fix you— i don’t wanna try— i just wanna kill you

pairing: suguru geto x f!reader

cw: 18+, slight smut, cheating (reader)

wc: 500

geto reaches over to cover your mouth as he mounts over you.

your heart drops at the sound of your boyfriend voice entering their shared apartment.

“suguru?” gojo calls out, letting his key drop onto the kitchen table.

geto groans lowly as you wiggle under him.

“satoru?” he asks in a tone too confident considering the position you two were in.

your attempt to speak turns into a soft moan when he starts slowly moving his hips again.

“where are you?” gojo continues to shout, his footsteps getting closer to the door.

“my room.” geto slams his hips against your ass.

“where? cant hear you.”

geto speeds up, his hand leaves your mouth to now grip your hip. guiding your ass back to meet his hips skillfully.

“hold on, i’m coming!” geto half breaths out, laughing at the end of your glare.

you shudder under him and he moves boths hands on your hips while he dumps his load in you.

you shove your teared stain face into his bed, crying out thank you’s at your own release.

and just as quick as he was to jump on you he jumps off, sliding his pants back on. ignoring his cum falling out of you.

he throws on his hoodie not bothering to zip it up or buckle his belt as he walks out his room.

leaving the door behind him just a bit open as he talks to gojo, who is now also standing behind the door.

you feel dizzy.

what the fuck…

..geto you sick fuck

“oh hey you’re home early..”

“yeah i finished closi- why are you so out of breath..?”

“what?”

“yooo..” you can hear gojos smirk growing, “you totally got some hoe in there!”

if hearing your boyfriends voice wasn’t enough to make you throw up, the language he used when you weren’t around sure would.

“thought you weren’t gonna be home for another hour.” geto teases back

“who is it?” you hear gojos poor attempt of a whisper.

“oh you’ll never guess!”

at this point you’re already dressed, standing as still as you could, thinking of your next move to get the fuck out of there.

you tune them both out not being able to hear anything over the sound of your own heartbeat.

your eyes shoot at the window, which lead to the fire escape stairs.

“was it that girl from the book store?” gojo asked causing geto to laugh.

“no, but you wanna keep guessing later?” he now asked, signaling to how little clothes he had on and the situation they were in again.

gojo nods and geto takes it as his signal to sneak back into his room, scanning it in search to where you hid.

thats when he heard a car honk and his eyes land on the open window.

sneaky girl.

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he-goes-down · 2 months ago

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There Was A Time:

Previous chapters/ warnings

10. Raw Power:

A/N:

Guys don't kill me, it has actually been a year since I've updated this shit (Whoopsie!)

and since I'm only taking STEM subjects this year my English has depleted and my writing skills and style probably changed slightly

This chapter is dookie so you can slaughter me dw!!

Second Persons POV:

It had been a few weeks after the party and that day at the hospital, your had nausea died down a few days after using the pills you were prescribed, but your head was still filled with the thoughts of Axl’s confession. That stupid cunt. Making you lose focus every day, trying to come to terms that you’re in the past but also present is bad enough, but having to be professional when you live with THE Axl Rose who just so happens to like you. Is very much the definition of hell on Earth. But for this week you had to buckle down and focus, it was finally the time to get the boys in the recording booth and get those sweet demo tracks out and get labels signed to their rock n roll assess and get working on Appetite as soon as possible.

It's the night before they have to make their way to Sound City for their recording, the guys went out to celebrate and drink, as per usual. You on the other hand did not feel like having to handle a hangover and their nonsense when managing them tomorrow. Duff was the only one that stayed home to have a fat cat nap. You swore that man could sleep through a tornado even if it swallowed up the whole house while he was in it. That’s why you didn’t really care to be quiet while you were cleaning and vacuuming the kitchen, even dancing around and singing out the song that was in your head out loud. On certain days where your brain was in more of the future mindset, remembering pop culture references and events from the 21st century, and today was one of those days. Your hands were on a cloth wiping down the counter while your feet stationed on the floor but your legs moving to the choreography of ‘Single Ladies’ in your head. Still remembering every move from muscle memory. The lyrics of the song came out while the beat played in your head. At a point cleaning the kitchen was second thought as the lyrics were spouted “If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it” “oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh” and so on and so forth. And with spin you stopped in your tracks.

Duff stood at where the living area began and hallway ended, in long flannel PJ pants, overworn Ramones shirt, his long blonde hair messy from sleep ad his clothes slightly crumpled. But his eyes looked wide awake as the green in them stared at you in bewilderment and slight confusion. You couldn’t tell what thoughts were going behind his eyes. (But I’ll tell you) One, the way you knew a random dance choreography to a song he’s never heard of confused him, but he analysed the shit out of the lyrics that he heard, did you write the song yourself? Was it about him? These questions filled his head. His crush never faded, and this kind of made it more difficult as to him it felt like you were subconsciously telling him to make a move before you were unavailable, but his brain was a bit fried from sleep to rub two neurons together like that. Adding the fact, his brain short circuited when the lyrics ‘Your love is what I prefer, what I deserve’ hit his ears. Upon never having heard of this song and knowing you often help write lyrics for his own songs he (sleepily) deduced that you wrote the song yourself. And now his brain is running a few hundred miles per minute thinking about the implications. You on the other hand are a bit mortified that he just saw you doing whatever that was. He opened and closed his mouth like a guppy for a few seconds before he spoke. “Uh… What was that?”. What was that? The fuck does he mean what was that? This hoe doesn’t know Beyonce? Is he stupid or an idiot? “What do you mean you haven’t heard of Beyon-…“ You cut yourself off, remembering it’s the 1980’s Destiny’s Child wasn’t even thing yet. A soft inhale and you make up an excuse. “Uh, just a song I heard on a niche radio station once when I was younger… used to do the dance in the living room when I was younger… still remember it I guess?” It wasn’t a total lie atleast. Duff just gave a nod, rubbing sleep out of his eyes with a still slightly bewildered look.

You don’t know how but in the course of the next few minutes you were teaching Duff how to do the dance choreography to Single Ladies. To be quite honest, he did it better than any just dance routine. He was lanky and had virtually no ass but he made it work. The situation went like this: Duff would put his leg up and you would smack it down. “No, it’s hand, hand and leg up, leg down hand, turn this way…” You showed him slow motion, and he stared intently. To try get the dance right of course. Not just watch you. Then he finally go that part right, you showed him how to do the next section. Unfortunately forgetting you were still mopping the kitchen floor and you slipped on a wet spot, but Duff quickly caught you. (Isn’t he just so dreamy). Then for the rest of the night the two of your laughed and giggled and bonded together, dancing together and by the end having a little slow dance in the kitchen before it got interrupted by the drunk men coming back into the house

The next day, thankfully the boys didn’t go to overboard with drinks last time. Izzy kept them in check, sometimes it felt like he was on your side when he did stuff like that, but then he’d go right back to giving you glares and muttering not so PG words under his breath. After the shitty drive to Sound City with Axl’s car stuttering and backfiring with every little rock it drove over, you made it in one piece some what. “When we get famous I’m gonna be the one buying you a new car to replace that ticking time bomb!” Slash shouted to Axl as they walked to the door. “I’m never letting her go, she’s a classic.” He says as he locks the driver door, but it pathetically falls off its hinges and on the asphalt of the car park with a clang. Steven and Slash nearly piss themselves laughing, Axl gives a glare and scowl, Duff looks back at them calling them, “Come on guys, we’re already late to our session because of that damn car, let’s get inside.” Duff said and smiled down at you knowing that you wanted the same thing, and he was kind of trying to impress you with being a responsible type. With a small smile and nod, you all go inside to the recording studio. Walking down the cramped hallway with dim lighting and maroon carpet under your feet, you find the designated recording booth and go in, it’s much bigger than expected. The production booth has a couch big enough for three people and all five of the guys could fit in the actual recording booth with instruments and all, might be a tight squeeze but not that bad. You sit at the producer booth, to 21st century you this looks an ancient relic, but luck 80’s you could make sense of this. You pressed and shuffled dials until you were satisfied as the boys got their equipment set up.

You pressed the mic button so that your voice resonated into the recording booth they were in. “Alright, which song are we gonna start with first?” You spoke into the mic. And like parrots they all answered differently. “Night Train!” “Move To The City!” “Out Ta Get Me!” “We should start with my song-“ “No idiot we’re not doing that ten minute sad piano shit, this is a rock band, we’re not Elton John!” Great. Not even a second into recording and they’re having bitch fights. “Guys, guys… let’s just go alphabetically…” You speak into the mic again, and sort the papers with lyrics and notes on it. “Damn children…” You say, but luckily the mic is off. You find a paper and press the mic button again, “We’ll start with Anything Goes alright? Sound good?” Axl and Izzy crossed their arms looking away and grumbling while the other three gave thumbs ups. This was going to be a long day…

For the rest of the session it actually wasn’t half bad, the songs were like second nature to you, but a lot of them were slower and not quite right but you pulled through, you couldn’t just nit pick everything into perfection in a day. However, Axl thought he could. With every argument you tried to dispute from Axl’s side, he didn’t once glance at you and just crossed his arms looking down at the floor and huffing like child. Izzy, who was the one Axl argued with the most, was being hostile and quiet to you as well, but that’s a given because you knew he disliked you (for reasons unbeknownst to you). However the situation was complicated between you and Axl, you knew that it would be awkward and there would be tension, but the way it was handle was making putting a feeling in your gut like your stomach was eating itself. Whenever you spoke into the mic it was just Duff, Steven and Slash answering, and answering on behalf of Axl and Izzy, Izzy’s reaction was a given, but Axl’s seemed very out of place.

Once when they took a small break, you could sigh and creak out your neck from the kinks of stress. You looked to the boys, Duff and Slash just lazing on the couch or floor drinking a beer. Steven moving his toms around and Izzy tweaking his guitar and writing things on his song lyric papers. Axl nowhere to be found. You rubbed your face with another sigh, you had to speak to him. Get this attitude of his under control, or just sort this situation out. You turned to Duff who was sitting back on his hands on the floor. “You seen where Ax went?” You asked him. “Uhm… I think one of the equipment rooms.” Duff responds. You nod and walk out the room, down the maze-like hallways to try find Axl. You peaked in every room you went past, then started hearing a soft piano melody. There he is. And followed the sound of the keys, weaving through the corridors, getting closer. Getting to the room, you stand in the doorway, seeing Axl sitting by a grand piano, his ginger hair cascading over his shoulders and focused but calm expression was… quite gorgeous. His fingers tickling the ivories, you recognised the melody instantly. But you had to speak up and let him take credibility for his own songs. “Beautiful song… when did you write it…?” You say, and Axl looks up, your eyes meeting. He cleared his throat a bit awkwardly. “A while ago… I got some lyrics, but I can’t get this stupid piano piece right…” He was avoiding the question. You figured it out quickly, ‘November Rain’, the first time you and Axl kissed was when you drunkenly danced in the cold November rain. It was a stab to the gut, having to act like there was nothing wrong, when the realisation dawned that the most beautiful ballad ever written was about you. “Want some help…?” You asked trying to connect with him again and change the subject in your mind. “No. Go away.” Another quick attitude change from him. ‘Fine, today is not the day’ you think to yourself. But soon you’ll have to thaw this out.

You walked back to the record booth, seeing Steven, Slash and Duff not there. Izzy left. But you did find a note from Steven saying ‘Going to a record store for inspiration be right back. (And Slash needed to piss but there’s no stupid bathrooms in there) -Steven’ You let out a small chuckle and sticks the note back to where it was. You looked over to Izzy, seeing him still writing and tweaking away at his guitar and strumming some strings. You walk over to him crouching down next to him, already feeling the tension from him, but asking the words anyway. “Do you need any help?” He glanced to you for brief moment before looking back at the papers in front of him, and begrudgingly speaking to you but not looking at you. “I don’t know which song to choose to send out…” “Lemme see.” You held your hand out to take the papers and he scoffs and puts them slightly roughly in your hands. He continues to look away, feeling a little awkward that you’re looking over his work. It was like that day when you were sick and you two actually had a nice moment. But the connection on that day felt too weird to act on or talk about, for both of you. “Ah, I remember these ones…” You said and Izzy internally cringes. Mentally he’s gouging his eyes out and the word ‘Oh my god can this bitch shut the fuck up’ is running through his head. “I’m sure you can send in both of them” “Okay yeah but which one for the album?” Damn he retorted with sass and attitude. You told him that ‘Think About You’ was a bit more tame for the public and new audience’s for a debut album than ‘Back Off Bitch’ and reminded him that they could always make more albums one day and add it in.

Following that, after the break, the boys came together again to keep playing. They recorded songs and even made new ones up on the spot. The next few hours were fun and productive, minor arguments, minor setbacks. This was amazing, every felt like it was falling into place. You were proud of them, proud of how far they’re coming and how far they will go in the near future. It was an exhilarating feeling, seeing them like this, feeling that electric talent emanating from them. They had a real raw power and energy that the sponsors will love and the public, in time. But that positive vibe didn’t last long. They started their playthrough of Back Off Bitch. Axl singing the spiteful and angry lyrics. You knew that he wasn’t the one that wrote the lyrics, but the fact that he was looking right at you while he sang the lyrics, made a few heart strings churn uncomfortably. His blue eyes practically pierced through yours and into your soul as he spat out the lyrics, “Face of an angel with the love of a witch” and adding along “It’s such a pity that you’re such a bitch.” And then they finished the recording, but Axl’s eyes were still glaring into yours.

You had enough of the bullshit, professional or not you needed to sort this out, he can’t just jump from “I want you” to acting you’re the scum of the earth for rightfully rejecting him.

The boys started packing up. You opened the door between the production booth and recording room. “Axl. Outside. Now.” You said like he was bad dog that just shat all over the new white carpet. The rest of the guys went ‘oooo someones in trouble’ but quickly shut up and continued packing up like nothing happened when Axl glared at them, and he followed your lead out of the building.

“What the fuck was that?”

“What was what?”

“Don’t act ignorant.” You crossed your arms as you looked at him and he mirrored your stance. “What? It’s literally my job to sing.” He says like nothing is wrong, but his tone indicates his frustration and inner thoughts. “Yes, it’s your job to sing. Not behave like a toddler. What is up with this attitude today?” “I don’t have an attitude.” He retorts and his teeth gritting. “Then what’s the problem? I thought we were okay after the hospital. No hard feelings. But today? Telling me to fuck off and intentionally look at me while singing? What’s your deal?”

“What’s your deal with Duff?”

“What…?”

The change in topic through you for a loop, what did Duff have to do with this? You stepped back a bit and your shoulders slumped with a less defensive angry look, and now more confused. “Answer the question, and don’t you go playing stupid now.” He says more sternly. “I don’t know what you’re on about” Now you’re starting to sound like him, but this time you really didn’t know. “Oh really? Does dancing in the kitchen with him last night ring any bells? Dancing like we did in the park, remember?” Oh… he’s jealous. “That’s not-“ “And sleeping in his room? Out of everyone it had to be him? So, you and I have to be professional but oooh no, Duff gets to have a free pass.”

“It’s not like that. Duff and I are just friends. And being professional counts for everyone in the band. Not just you.” You say more calmly. He huffs with a scoff and looks away. “Alright… I’m… sorry. I guess I just wasn’t thinking…” He says still grumpily but apologetic none the less. You flick his forehead as you walk past him back into the building. “You never think anyway” “Hey-!” He tries to rebuttal in annoyance, but it quickly fades with a small sigh, and an infatuated smile comes one his face. He gives a soft chuckle, he really couldn’t stay mad at you forever, and follows you back into the building. All forgiven, but not all forgotten.

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