#BUT why would i take something that would make feel truly truly like shit and would TRULY impair me to function
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So, this week's episode...
[Spoilers below cut]
save me SMG4 episode save me
(the following is my live reaction:)
moo-stache moo-stache moo-stache
why do I feel like Pedro's going to be here?
"bruh Pedro was just a one-time thing." they literally killed off Mickey, ANYTHING can happen
KAIZO YOU'RE BACK HI
OMG please tell me someone from the Team saw this fan animation and put it in the episode as a nod to the animator, that would be awesome!!!
btw great fan animation, go check it out if you haven't [link]
YAYYYY, c'mon Mario you gotta spend time with your brother :)
also I need to find a playthrough of this game while I work
whoops my hand slipped [*makes 4 say "I should've chosen the USB over you, 3"*] :)
Hey Shroomy :D ....oh *western spaghetti flashbacks*
like seriously, I can't hear that audio the same way again
helicopter helicopter (copter)
oh hey swag *he fades away* NOOOOOO
well, digging did (mostly, sorta) help the last episode
OMG HI HI HI MY SILLIES
Three, why are you here if you think it's stupid? unless... đ«” đłïžâđâïž
it's giving "I'm only here to support my boyfriend's interests", like I'm starting to believe that they truly are dating behind the scenes
they're on a date, your honor đđ
and there they go bickering again smh /affectionate
I'd like to think that ever since Four drives a forklift, that's just his method of transportation. screw the car, we're taking this baby out for a spin :)
Mario, you need to be âšforklift certifiedâš
sorry, just Three's gayass poses give me life
actually yeah why is the line not moving?
the boys :)
also that walk animation tho
HOW LONG IS THIS LINE?!
also c'mon Three, show us your dance moves :D
oooooh that editing i love that
THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING
now that they've mentioned it, why are there so many conventions happening at the same time? hmmmmm *game theory theme starts playing*
SMG3: "Maybe they're lining up to go to your mom's house. That line's usually pretty long." DAYUM THREE
"the line doesn't end" ayo wtf????
shroomy, you've eaten mushrooms before and you had no problem with that
....it really is the end of the world huh
ONE WEEK LATER?!?!?!?
"there is no end" "the end will come" me, sitting in the corner: hmmmmmmmmm
whelp, it's confirmed, I kin Four now
Three's not going coo co crazy, he's just vibin' :)
THIS IS WARRRRRR
this whole fighting scene omg it's SO good!
....WOTFI? ok no :P
AWWW THAT WAS ACTUALLY SWEET DUDE
CAN WE PLEASE GET A HUG? FOR ME SPECIFICALLY?
.... yeah uh Boopkins, you're going to have to explain what the hell you mean by that
not that it's surprising, we've been through a lot. just another Tuesday (or Saturday in this case)
MY HEART CAN'T TAKE ALL THIS FLUFF
HUG HUG HUG
THAT'S MY BOYS
RAVE PARTY [*dances*]
....sonic, is that you? sorry, my mind is still in the sonadow generations phase so I can't unsee them
:O wait, Boopkins, what did you mean by that?
MARTY?!?!? WTF
SMG4: "Don't worry, Mario. There's one way we can fix this." Beat the shit out of him...? YEAH I KNEW IT HAHA
*explodes*
and congrats to samgagmincho for your art featured at the end credits đ
.ă»-: ⧠:--: ⧠:-ă».
This was a fun episode, I loved it!! Seeing my boys is always a plus and I appreciate the return of some side characters. With how the world is right now, I really needed this episode. So, thanks Team, for keeping my spirits up.
I just enjoyed watching my silly little guys doing silly little adventures. Traffic is a nightmare so I don't blame Mario in the slightest. Anyway, 3 and 4, how was your date? /silly
Can we just talk about the animation? It was so good!!! You really see the quality they put in, especially in that fighting scene. I didn't expect MARTY of all people to be the cause of all this. I honestly thought it was going to be a gag of something harmless just being in the middle of the road for no reason (like a turtle or smth) and the Crew being like "ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!" but NOPE, Marty was here and apparently A SORCERER?! I really shouldn't be surprised, what am I talking about here. And ofc the OG duo immediately beating the shit out of him is so fucking funny to me. He didn't die (I know that), but he's definitely going to be more relevant in the future.
...puzzlevision 2? ok I'm sorry
SMG4 show and jokes aside, I hope you all are ok. No matter what happens, we'll stick together. Don't give them the satisfaction that they want. You aren't alone, and we'll keep on fighting.
Going to be a Sonic fan here, Sonic 06 is famously known to be... augh. But there is a good moment with Shadow that I think is relevant now:
Mephiles (the villain of the game): "It's futile. The world will betray you. Why fight at all? Why risk your life for those who will persecute you later?" Shadow: "If the world chooses to become my enemy, I will fight like I always have."
Take care, my dear fellows, and I'll see you all in my next post!! Hmmm, there is "no end" [*game theory intro plays*]
#smg4#smg4 spoilers#smg4 mario#smg4 luigi#smg4 smg3#smg34#like c'mon it's obvious at this point#/silly#we're SO BACK#mar4 fans are going crazy over this episode#honestly same#i got a bit serious here sooo yeah#ink reviews
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Dulcet | Chapter 1
Generally, you like to think of yourself as a good person.
You havenât done anything truly unforgivableânothing so bad that some higher power would punish you for it. Sure, you've stolen a few things and lied here and there, but nothing too terrible.
But maybe... maybe you did do something wrong, and thatâs why you ended up in your current predicament.
âYazmin.â The ginger-haired girl sitting across from youâKate, was it? You were sure her name started with a Kâwaved a hand in front of your face. âAre you even paying attention?â
You blinked once, then twice, before realizing sheâd been talking to you this whole time. âUh⊠â
She frowned, crossing his arms to his chest. âWhen your mother told me you'd been acting strange, I certainly did not expect this,â She said.
You let out a small awkward laugh. âI'm still recovering, Kat,â You told her, scratching your chin sheepishly.
She just narrowed her eyes at you. âDon't call me that,â She muttered. âOnly my asshole of an older sister calls me that.â
Well, shit. That was a bad choice of words. âSorry,â You mumbled, turning away and avoiding eye contact with her.
âAre you sure you didn't get amnesia?â Kate raised an eyebrow at you. âYou've been awfully forgetful and weird since that day you suddenly collapsed on the sidewalk.â
âI'm fine,â You looked back at her, forcing a smile onto your lips. âReally. I think it's just the medication I took earlier messing with my head.â
âWhat kind of meds did you take?â Kate asked you.
âI dunnoâI just took the meds that my mom bought for me to take,â You shrugged, playing it off casually. âI'm sorry about being extremely off today, okay? I just feel.. tired.â
Kate sighed, rubbing her temples. âWhy did you meet up with me if you felt that way then?â
âUh, to assure you I'm not dead yet?â You tried to joke. âBesides, my mom kept nagging me to let you know how I've been doing, soâŠâ
âOkay,â Kate suddenly got up from her seat and glanced around the diner. âIâm taking you home. Youâre clearly in no position to wander around, considering you still havenât gotten better from that concussion you had a few days ago.â
âOh, thank you!â You smiled, grabbing your backpack and following her outside to where her car was parked nearby.
.ă»ă.ă»ăă»ă. .ă»ă.ă»ăă»ă. .ă»ă.ă»ăă»ă. .ă»ă.
But maybeâjust maybeâyou should reconsider everything else again. Because surely only bad people end up in your position, right?
Thereâs no way this isnât some kind of divine punishment from some unknown being beyond human comprehension!
There is just NO fucking way it isn't.
You gripped your hair tightly, trying desperately to make sense of your situation.
âIt's a god punishing me for all the shit I've done, isn't it?â You looked up to the ceiling of your bedroom, eyes closed as you took a deep breath.
You don't know how long you stared at the ceiling and thought things over for, but it must have been for a few minutes.
Because eventually, when you turned your head to look at yourself in the mirror across from your bed, your neck ached a little.
The girl in the mirror wasnât you.
You didnât have long dark brown hair, hazel eyes, or freckles. And your name sure as hell wasnât Yazmin!
You stared at her, waiting, and hoping sheâd disappear. But she didnât.
You tilted your head, and she tilted hers. You stood up, and she rose to meet you.
âOh⊠my god,â you whispered, eyes widening. âThis isâŠâ
This is you.
#yellowjackets x reader#yellowjackets x you#lottie matthews x reader#lottie matthews x you#laura lee x reader#laura lee x you#misty quigley x reader#misty quigley x you#natalie scatorccio x reader#natalie scatorccio x you#shauna shipman x reader#shauna shipman x you#taissa turner x reader#taissa turner x you#van palmer x reader#van palmer x you#jackie taylor x reader#jackie taylor x you
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me looking at my own blog: god i wish this bitch would stfu
#liz speaks#i just say things man#and i think it's so fucking funny that people on here take me as seriously as they do#i'm like...the least serious person you're ever going to meet#also why do people get so pressed about a random person's opinion on here?#i literally don't make policy dude#all i said was i think some silly little thing about some silly little fandom#and suddenly i've declared war on an allied nation or something? idk that's how seriously people take the discourse on here sometimes#like there are things that i think are serious of course#but yelling at me because someone asked me if i would make merch for my fics and then when i asked the masses about it#i'm being accused of trying to steal people's money? that's when you KNOW it's time to go touch some grass#this is a hobby not my profession. like people get so pressed about the most inconsequential shit on here.#my profession is being a silly goose. something i'm very good at actually#oh no did someone interpret your blorbo in a way you didn't like? call the national guard about it ig#idk dude sometimes i truly just want to pull away from everyone and ignore y'all#i think i'd be happier sometimes just posting my stories and not interacting with anyone#because some people (anons at the very least) make this place so bleak and miserable because they feel like they have to police everything#literally just vibe my guy. nothing on here is that serious. we're all just yapping about blorbos and reading/writing self indulgent shit#eat some grapes and sit in the shade or something idk
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truly my last relationship taught me so much. it also instilled in me some things iâm still unlearning. like, how most people wonât get mad if you accidentally fall asleep without saying goodnight (and not replying to messages, because iâm literally asleep), or freak out if you stop replying for like five minutes. like, i couldnât do anything i enjoyed bc sheâd be like âum, what fuck are you doing? why arenât you answering me?!!!â like relax, iâm literally just showering. it was truly a case of sitting still unless i wanted to upset her. and then i STILL somehow upset her and i never really knew why. but, hey, that relationship ended a long time ago, i should be fine now, right? đ
#itâs literally been like five years and i still wake up sometimes like âoh god i didnât say goodnight! oh god i didnât reply back to that#personâs message!â when said person doesnât care one bit#itâs just cause that relationship was so crazy that it made ME crazy and iâm beginning to realise that yeah i still carry some shit from it#literally that relationship is the entire reason iâve been single all this time and why iâm trying to be emotionally mature etc#bc that relationship ending gave me a smack around the head that said something needs to changeâ#bc the way i was before is the reason i was in that relationship and in that situation in the first place#and that relationship ending and trauma and shit separate from that made me get really romance repulsed for a while#still am sometimes tbh#pretty much permanently in a state of âyeah i need look after myselfâ for the last five years#and idk when that would open up to me being in a new relationship#idk i really just need to not rush anything with anyone and just take things slow and see where they go#have fun in the meantime#bc my past few relationships have been really intense#especially the last one as i said#and i fully donât have the time or energy for anything hardcore currently#so if thereâs anyone at some point they must be prepared to wait for em and court me like weâre victorian lovers#you must wait three years untill we kiss for the first time bc i truly donât know the timeframe for when iâd wanna do anything iâll be#honest imaooooo#but yeah romance is a complicated subject for me#iâm literally a hopeless romantic but the thought of romance lately truly just makes me feel gross#like in theory yeah i wanna kiss someone but in actual practice iâm like get away from me!#idk iâm on the road to bulilding healthy relationships#romantic especially bc i really canât go back to how i used to be#sorry to disappoint anyone imaoooo#but nah anyways people who want to get close to me and be my friend has to be cool with my boundaries i set up#and sometimes forget about even tho theyâre my own boundaries bc iâm silly like that#could do casual stuff but i really donât think iâm the type for that imao#and even that sets off the same alarms in my head so idk đ€·đ»ââïž#gwen rambles#gwenposting
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You fucking idiots dont fucking get it. ive been taking care of plants since i was 14. Ive tried FUCKING EVERYTHING. Fungus gnats are just apparently gonna exist around me no matter what i do or try, apparently just like these yerfs who also seem to be breeding like maggots.
#please! non plant experts stfu forever.#please! if you dont take care of a grden or live by a heavily wooded areas and dont have any plants inside too that arent succs-#shut the fuck up forever!!#whatever you're about to suggest! ive fucking tried it!!!#but of course. like the yerfs you are you cant ever take me at my word for my own experiences. its always that yall know whats right always#and never that im actually fucking correct about the shit i talk about. like maybe its just really fucking hard to control their population#did you ever consider that sometimes you have to make sacrifices if you want to take care of something like plants? i have to wake up at 6#in the morning now JUST to keep the squirrels scared away from my planters. bc if i sleep in at all i risk letting my plants die bc of#their bs. unfortunately theres just shit that comes with plants that you have to decide whether or not your love for plants is greater than#whatever bs you might encounter while you take care of them. and unfortunately one of those sacrifices is having to deal with fungus gnats#and bugs in general. yall think its so easy to control bugs in my apartment. im poor. nothing is sealed here.#i had a fucking mosquito infestation. how does that even happen? i dont fucking know! but it did.#ive had a meal moth infestation. how did they get in? they were breeding in a little bag of old food i had for my hermit crabs.#how did they get in and somehow get to that bag all the way in my room? WHO FUCKIN KNOWS! I SUSPECT THOUGH ITS BC IM FUCKIN POOR#AND THIS SHIT AINT SEALED IN HERE WELL ENOUGH. i have bug problems all the time.#and you're gonna tell me its just suddenly so easy to get rid of gnats.#this is why ik none of yall *actually* take care of plants. like actually truly. outside of what. your succulents and the one palm you have#im really happy that you have plants you can deprive of water for a few days but i have marsh plants! i have swamp plants! I CANT deprive#them of moisture acrually! so its really not that fucking easy to get eid of the fucking gnats! i feel like i should have to fucking#explain this. if you actually took care of plants forreal forreal you would know they are just not fucking easy to get rid of.#but naw. im trans. so that means i never know what im talking about about anything or whatever and yall gotta act paternalistic about#everything i do. meanwhile im sitting over here ripping out my hair about how dumb and juvenile YALL are bc ik for a gotdamn fact if any of#yall ugly fucks ACTUALLY took care of plants outside of the ornamental ones you have this wouldnt be a discussion.#but naw ya saw a jokey post of mine about how i felt defeated in my ability to get rid of the gnats and decided i wasnt actually trying#bc for some reason yall gotta assume that no trans person actually just knows wtf theyre talking about literally on anything.#anyways i hope yall get plagued by gnats forever and all your planrs die from them devouring the roots.#its like yall are new souls coming in acting like you're an old soul and im the actual old soul tryna tell you what it is but yall are just#*so convinced* you're right because everyone says im the crazy old man on the corner so that means i dont know anything or some#dumb reasoning like that. like idk maybe this old man has seen some shit and knows some shit but sure im sure yall little asses know wrf#ur talking about. totally.
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A Touch of Madness
Logan Howlett X girlfriend!reader
Summary: Logan comes to you after being away, and all he wants is your touch, and he knows just how to get on your good side. This is just porn without plot.
Takes place in the same universe as Too Sweet but can be read as standalone
Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), fingering, couch sex, soft rough sex, Logan talks you through it, the claws make an appearance (I have a thing for his claws okay), Logan is obsessed with his girl, fluffy relationship, established relationship
WC: 3.9k
A/N: how did I make this longer than too sweet when it was supposed to be a Drabble. Hello idk how to write short shit. But like hello yall are so awesome? I appreciate all the love yall have given my first Logan fic. I also have an older Logan fic in the works but that one has plot so itâll be a minute before its out. For now here this <3
He couldnât take it anymore. You were driving him mad. Itâs not like he deserved your anger. Not fully anyway. It wasnât his fault he was gone this long. He had been thinking about you all week, about your soft lips, about the warmth of your thighs, about your sweet moans only for his ears to hear. And all he wanted was to pull you into his arms and take you, over and over, until you begged him to stop.Â
But no.Â
You were being childish. Thatâs what he called it anyway.Â
âSweet girl,â he called after you, like a puppy following close behind you as you strided around your apartment. He knew you were doing it on purpose, the excuse of having to do chores so you could elongate his torture. The way you so innocently looked back at him made him clench his jaw. âCâmon.âÂ
âDonât sweet girl me, Logan. I told you, Iâm busy.â You sassed him, huffing as you kept walking, finding the most insignificant of chores to waste your time with. He rolled his eyes at you, eyebrows furrowed into this perpetual gaze of annoyance.Â
The truth was, you were aching for him, your thighs warm and your skin tingling solely at the thought of him taking you to do as he pleased. But, if there was something in this world you could be, it was petty. And if you had to suffer a whole week without him, he could suffer for an hour, even if it was also at your expense. Truly, you almost enjoyed the annoyance in his face, the sharpness in his voice, him damn near groaning behind you every time you evaded him under the excuse of needing to get some dumb chore done.Â
âYouâre killinâ me here, sugar.â He actually groaned this time, his jaw set. You stopped in your tracks and turned your head to look at him, shooting him a pointed look. âI said I was sorry.â
âServes you right. And I donât care if youâre sorry. You havenât called me in a week.â Your words were sharp with bitterness and it dawned on him. That was why you were upset. A slight bit of humor tugged at the corner of his lips and he breathed out a laugh. You stared at him with blank eyes, you werenât laughing.Â
âCâmon, is that seriously why youâre upset? You know I was out of the state.â He tried to reason with you. Charles had entrusted him and Storm with finding a certain mutant that was causing havoc, three states over. And Logan had very much underestimated how long this would take them. So here he was, after a whole week away, damn near begging you to let him touch you. âIt wasnât like I wanted to go anyway.â
No, he would much rather be with his sweet girl, one that was being particularly difficult and making him suffer when all he wanted to do was hold you, to feel the warmth of your soft skin.Â
He stepped into your personal space, his intoxicating scent almost making you give in. You counted to five in your head, eyes closed to remind yourself that you were, indeed, angry at him.Â
âSo? You got a phone, donât you? You couldâve called me.â You huffed, eyebrows furrowed and lips pulled into a small pout, Logan had to hold back the urge to laugh at you. âYou canât disappear for a week and expect to come here and do as you please.âÂ
You shot him a sharp glare, he just stared at you, eyebrows raised in surprise at your sudden shot of confidence. His sweet girl was talking back to him? Giving him attitude? He tilted his head at you, almost as if to dare you to walk away from him. Â
There was a bit of malice in your eyes as you gave him one last look before you walked away, thinking of what other useless chore you could add to continue his torture. But Logan had other thoughts in his head. If you werenât going to behave, he would happily put you in your place.Â
âHey, câmere or Iâm gonna bring you here myself.â He called after you, the strings of his sanity hanging on by a thread, just waiting for you to tug at the last strand. He knew you too well. You turned your head, eyes big in feign innocence and you tilted your head at him in defiance.Â
âMake me then.â The words left your mouth before you could think them through. In hindsight you should have known better, but you also wanted to see just what could happen if you pushed him hard enough. You saw the way his eyes flashed with malice, he stared you down, and in that moment you remembered just how small you were compared to him. âOh fuck.âÂ
Your heart pounded in your chest as adrenaline rushed through you, but it wasnât like you could go outrun him, especially not in your tiny apartment. He caught you, though he did purposely chase you into your living room, simply because he wanted to get you going, pumped with adrenaline. You squealed as he wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you against his chest. His sharp canines nipped at that one spot on your neck that had you whimpering.Â
âYou goinâ somewhere, sugar?â He husked, his lips hot on your cheek. You couldnât help but sigh in contentment, eyes closed. God, you missed him.Â
âMhm, still mad at you.â You mumbled, barely hanging on to your silly grudge. A chuckle rumbled in Loganâs chest.Â
âThatâs alright. I donât need you to be happy with me to do what I want to do.â He inhaled, breathing your sweet scent, and he spoke as he threw you over his shoulder. âJust need you to look pretty while I do it.âÂ
You werenât complaining about your position, you were in fact, bursting into giggles as he effortlessly carried you to the couch, though your giggles turned into another squeal when he smacked his hand flat against your ass. Logan had a grin on his lips as he tossed you on the couch, wasting no time in spreading your legs apart to settle between them.
He leaned down, gripping the armrest above your head, caging you in as he leaned down. He brushed his nose against yours, sighing softly.
âDonât be such a brat. Kiss me.â The words rumbled in his chest with a groan, his primal needs overcoming his senses. He didnât have to tell you twice. You laced your fingers in his hair, pulling into a hard and heated kiss.
His tongue slipped inside your mouth as he shrugged off his flannel, tossing it somewhere on the floor, his belt soon following the same fate. You tried to sit up against the armrest, but you quickly realized Logan had other plans deep in his perverted mind. With a hold of your ankle he dragged you down on the couch, your back flat on the surface as you looked up at him with big eyes.
âStay just like that, pretty.â He spoke, pressing another heated kiss to your mouth before tugging off your sweatpants, followed by your panties. He tossed them somewhere over his shoulder, somewhere you would have to run around searching for later. But you couldnât give a fuck about that. All you could focus on was the heat forming between your legs as Logan settled between them.
His eyes met with yours one last time before he was diving in between your warm thighs. His tongue licked long stripes from your hole up to your clit, circling around the sensitive nerve before going back down. Over and over until your soft gasps and sighs of pleasure turned into moans. His large hands gripped your thighs, spreading you open to do as he pleased. One leg hung over the back of the couch and the other was thrown over his shoulder, and he effortlessly held you down as he shoved his tongue into your cunt. He was like an animal, insatiable as he took you on his tongue.
âOh fuck. ShitâLoganââ Your eyes rolled back, lips parted as you whined. You gripped the back of the couch, soft twitches taking over you each time his nose brushed your clit.
It was no secret that Logan found pleasure in giving you yours, and he ate you like it. Grunts and hums rumbled in his chest as his tongue found your clit again, and he reveled in the particularly high pitched cry you let out when he slipped two fingers into your wet core.Â
âNeeded to taste you so fuckinâ bad. I thought about it all week.â He spat into your clit, groaning at the way your tight walls squeezed his fingers. He could only imagine what you would do when it was his cock stretching your walls.Â
âYes, yes, yes.â You chanted, fingers lacing in his hair as he lapped at your clit. You wished you could hold your pleasure, rivet in it for just a little bit longer, but the way he curled his fingers against your most sensitive spot, the way his tongue was so relentless on your swollen clit, you couldnât take it anymore. âOh myââ
Your words never left your throat, chest pounding with sheer adrenaline as your release coated his face and fingers. It was sudden, it left you breathless as your thighs twitched with aftershock. Your eyes were wide and glossy in shock as you shuddered with the remnants of your orgasm. It wasnât until you pathetically attempted to drag yourself away that Logan stopped. You were shaking, gasping softly when he pulled his fingers from you, but you all but cried when he licked at your wet pussy, getting a taste of you.
âLogan, please I canâtââ Your voice was shaky as you tried to move away from his face, he chuckled at you, pressing his face against your inner thigh before he crawled up to your face.
ââIs okay. You did good.â He kissed your lips, his large hands holding your face as he let you taste yourself on his tongue. You moaned, clenching around nothing already in anticipation of him filling you. âYou wanna stop?â
âNo, no, no! Need you, please!â You were quick to protest, wrapping your legs around his waist to prevent him from going anywhere. You couldnât really stop him from doing anything, but he found it endearing that you tried. He bumped his nose against yours, lips pulled up into a tiny smile.
âNeed me where, hm?â He opened his eyes to look at you, and truly how he didnât bend you over the nearest flat surface the second he saw you was beyond his comprehension. You looked so perfect like this, underneath him, clinging to him. His sweet girl. He didnât know what it was about you, but from the moment he met you he was done for. You drove him absolutely mad and now he just couldnât get enough of you.
âInside me, Logan. Please.â You sighed out, face flushed with embarrassment. He smoothed out the frown lines on your forehead with a tiny kiss. A sweet gesture in comparison to what he was about to do to you.
In one swift motion he had you bent over the armrest, with your ass to him and your chest flat against the armrest. You dug your teeth into your bottom lip as you glanced over your shoulder to watch as he pulled off his white tank top. Your glazed eyes fawned over each perfect muscle in his body, taking particular interest in the veins that popped in his arm when he flexed them as he ridded himself of his jeans. How you ended up with a man so incredibly hot, you had no idea, but you were thanking the Gods for that.
âI need to be inside you, too.â He rasped into your ear, groaning in ecstasy as he sank himself into your needy cunt. Your jaw fell open he filled you, inch by inch. He pulled your t-shirt over your head, instantly attaching his lips to your shoulder as he rutted his hips against your ass.Â
His pace was grueling from the start, grip tight on your hips, sure to leave bruises in the morning. A little reminder of his intoxicating presence. You braced yourself on the armrest, sounds of pleasure leaving your lips almost instantly. He pressed his forehead against your cheek, the thick hairs on his chest leaving a tingling sensation across your back as he held you flush against his chest. Heavy breaths filled your ears as you so desperately reached to touch him, any of him. Your trembling fingers found the sound of his face and he leaned his head to capture your parted lips into a messy kiss. He swallowed your sweet sounds as the sting of his cock had you squeezing the life out of him.
âThis what you needed, hm? Maybe I should fuck sweet pussy more often? Give it more attention?â He grunted the words in your ears, lips pressed against your cheek as a sheen layer of sweat began to coat your soft skin. You whimpered and nodded weakly, your cunt clenching him with excitement. He smirked softly, his hand coming up to lace through your hair. âYeah? Youâd like that, wouldnât you, sweet girl?â
Logan held your face down as his hips drilled into you, each delicious drag of his cock bringing you closer and closer to your sweet release. God, you needed it. All you could do was moan in response.
âY-yes! God, yes. Please Logan.â You whined out shamelessly, eyes rolled back into your head. Logan hummed, the sound rumbling in his chest as he pressed his lips to your temple, the gentle gesture ironic considering just what he was doing to you. He said nothing as he sneaked his free hand to the front of your body, rough fingers rubbing harsh circles on your sensitive clit. Your jaw fell open, your hand flying to grip his wrist. Your thighs clenched around his hand, whining as his cock brushed that one spot that had you seeing white. âLoganââ
Your voice was a warning, but he welcomed it. He flicked his wrist without mercy as he rolled his hips, his words only encouraging you to fall apart for him.
âCome for me, pretty girl. You can do that, canât you? I know you want to.â He let go of your hair to turn your head to meet his eager lips. He happily swallowed the pathetic sounds that left your mouth as he flicked at your clit, his cock hitting so impossibly deep you were left trembling as your release seeped around him.Â
Logan held you down on his cock, his thumb playing with your clit until you were gasping and your nails dug into the skin of his wrist. He kissed along your jaw as his hips stilled for just a second, your body still shaking underneath him.
âYou okay?â He asked softly, grabbing your face to look at him. You looked at him with hooded eyes and nodded weakly, barely lifting yourself off the couch.
âYeah. âm okay.âÂ
Logan tilted his head at you, an eyebrow raised with amusement as he leaned down to leave a kiss to your sweaty forehead.
âPerfect.â
He grabbed your hips, pulling out his cock to manhandle you onto your back before he was sinking himself into you again. Your slick walls welcomed him perfectly, like this was the only place he belonged, but he wasnât complaining. If he could die, he would die happily buried deep in your cunt.
âOh, God, Logan.â You gasped, thighs twitching as you looked down to find where his thick cock is filling you, splitting you open over and over. Your jaw fell open as you watched him grab one of your ankles and he held it up by his shoulder, spreading you open for him to dig himself deeper and deeper within you tight walls.Â
âLook at me, baby.â He groaned, chest heavy as a thin layer of sweat covered his muscled body. You did your best to comply, you looked up, eyes blurry with tears of pleasure as he damn near folded your body in half. Your knees were pressed against your chest as he leaned down to brush his nose against yours. âYes, there she is. My pretty girl. I missed you.âÂ
You couldnât help but moan at his words, and also at the sting of his cock rapidly bringing you to your third release. The way he brought your legs to his shoulders, he sunk himself so deep within your walls you swore you felt him in your stomach. It felt so good you wanted to cry.
âMissed you too, Logan.â You brought your lips up to his, eyebrows furrowed into an expression of pure arousal as you gripped his hair, clinging to him for dear life.
Your release was quick and sudden, hitting you without a warning the second Logan pressed his thumb to your swollen clit. You were just so sensitive, tears staining your cheeks as you sobbed. You clutched on to his large bicep as you spilled around his cock. The way your tight walls squeeze him made him groan, eyebrows furrowed as he focused on chasing his own release while fucking you through your own.
âLook at you, youâre just so good for me. Fuck it, Iâll just take you with me next time.â Groans fell freely from his soft lips as he braced himself on the back of the couch with one hand, and the other held the armrest above your head. He leaned down to press his forehead against yours as your sweet praises and chants of his name filled his ears.Â
The sound that rumbled in Loganâs chest was animalistic, a deep growl as he coated your insides with his hot release. The metallic sound of sharp claws filled your ears once more as his claws unsheathed themselves from his knuckles, one on the back of the couch and the other just above your head, again. You gasped his name with a soft laugh, though you would be lying if you said it didnât drive you feral when his claws accidentally came out. You brought a hand to his face as he pulled his claws out of your couch, the sharp metal once again hiding themselves within his knuckles with a sound. He held himself up on his forearm as his head fell to your neck.
âIâll pay for it.â He muttered a chuckle into your neck, leaving a soft kiss to your jaw. You laughed, draping a hand over your forehead, breathing in deeply as you felt your mixed releases seep around his cock and drip onto the couch. He should just buy you a new couch, he thought.
âWanna buy me a new body while youâre at it?â You teased him, already sensing you would have bruises and your thighs would ache for days.
âDid I hurt you?â Concern filled his voice as he lifted his head to scan your face for any discomfort as his hand came up to graze the thigh draped over his waist. You scrunched up your nose at him and shook your head.
âOf course not hun. Donât be silly.â You traced your fingers over his face and gave him a lopsided smile.
âI did miss you, for the record.âÂ
You pressed a kiss to his lips. âI missed you too Logan.â
âLemme clean you up sugar.â He sneaked a kiss to your cheek as he untangled himself from you, much to your protest.
You whined at the emptiness he left you as he stood up. Though you did quite enjoy the sight of his perfect ass he walked off to find something to clean his mess with. When he came back, he had a small towel and he cleaned you without protest, he left warm kisses on your face as you talked to him about your day. He ultimately tossed the towel aside and slipped on his boxers, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of his still hard cock, but you needed a break. You didnât let him leave though, reaching to grab his wrist with soft eyes
âWanna watch a movie? I miss watching movies with you.â You mumbled, voice soft as you looked at him with pleading eyes. He laughed softly at you, you made it sound like you hadnât seen him in a month.
But, how could he ever say no to his sweet girl?
âMhm, put on somethinâ .â He gently moved you so that he was lying behind you on the couch, his big arms wrapped around you as he held you against his chest. Though you were still completely naked, you paid no mind to it. It actually felt kinda nice to be so close to him and feel the warmth of his body in such an intimate way.
He covered you both with the throw blanket you always kept over the couch for days exactly like this, for those days you wanted to feel warm and close with him on the couch. He ignored the three holes where stuffing was coming out of the ripped fabric as he pulled the soft blanket up to your chest and as you happily settled in his arms, clicking away at the TV. He would buy you a new couch, just as he bought you new pillows, and new blankets. And anything you asked him to, really.
Logan wasnât used to domestic, the soft touches, cuddling, but he liked doing it with you. He craved it actually, probably just as much as he craved the sex.
âNext time youâre away that long, just give me a call? Please? So that Iâm not worried sick thinking you died.â You finally said, the whole reason for such intense feelings merely an hour ago finally surfacing. He laughed softly at how ridiculous you sounded. He technically canât die, he thought.
âI wouldnât.. I canâtâŠYâknow what? Youâre right. Iâm still getting used to this whole having a girl thing. But I'll do better, yeah? Donât need you to be mad, sugar.â He pressed a kiss to your cheek, settling his face on your neck as he attempted to pay attention to whatever horror movie you decided to watch today. âBut if youâre gonna let me fuck you like that when youâre mad, get mad more often.âÂ
âLogan.â You scolded him, nudging his ribs softly as a warm blush coated your cheeks, knowing you wouldnât hurt him, but it still made him chuckle.Â
He had to admit, he lasted way longer than he did last time. He lasted almost halfway through the movie before the feeling of his cock sitting hot and heavy in his boxers became apparent to him again. He inhaled your scent softly, his lips ghosting over your neck as he rolled his hips softly against your ass. And while you did try to protest, whining that you wanted to get through one movie with him, the sting of his cock was better than any movie in this world. The credits rolled, the soundtrack now drowned out by the sound of your sweet moans. Logan would be damned if he let you leave the warmth of his body for even just one second tonight. Or maybe ever.Â
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could you write plss write something about JJâs confession and spencer is with bombshell reader and loves her entirely but she gets extremly scared and insecure??
Your usual confidence is shaken after JJâs confession, but Spencer is emphatically in love with you. fem, 1.5k
Spencer gives you a rundown after every case. Not just as a colleague who missed it, but as his partner who he loves. This one comes out slowly. Maybe even reluctantly.Â
Heâs recounting the moment JJ had been forced to tell a secret. âShe told me sheâs always loved me, but that things are too complicated now.âÂ
You freeze in total bewilderment, your mug of hot tea swelling over the rim to warm your fingers. Further overwhelmed, you set it down on the coffee table.Â
Youâre in pyjamas on the couch. Spencer sits in sweatpants on the other end of it, his own cup of tea in hand. Heâs watching you carefully. Youâd felt generously comfortable only moments ago, riding the high of his continued survival, but now youâre feeling sick..Â
âShe told you she loves you?â Â
âThat she was too scared to tell me before.âÂ
âAnd what do you think about that?âÂ
âI think if I never met you, I wouldâve spent half of my life calling after her.â His lips quirk into one of those typical awkward Spencer smiles. âWhat should I think?âÂ
âI can't really tell you what to think, Spencer.âÂ
If he never met you, heâd still want JJ? Or if you werenât in the way, heâd be with her now? Or what?Â
Youâve never been the insecure type, to begin. You met Spencer when you were both rookies trying to establish themselves in the BAU, Spencer as a new member, and you as a hopeful applicant. Each time you liaised, or came around to annoy your good friend Derek Morgan, Spencer would be there, looking cute and lonely as ever. It was easy to become his friend. Easier again to fall in love with him.Â
Not easy to convince him you truly wanted to be with him, but you were persistent, and⊠honestly, youâve never been in love with someone like you have Spencer. Thatâs why JJâs confession sends ice water down your back.Â
He lets you steep for a few minutes, but ultimately canât take the weird silence.Â
âHey,â he says, clear worry in his tone as he puts his own mug on the coffee table and moves to sit beside you, his hand falling onto your knee. âHey, whatâs that face about?âÂ
âWhat face?â you ask, schooling your expression.Â
âThat face.â His head tips to the side.Â
âIâm not making a face.âÂ
âI know youâŠâ he says, a tenderness to him as his hand slips under your leg, his fingers pressing into the softest skin behind your knee.Â
âWhat else did she say?âÂ
He nods with understanding. âShe said she was too scared to say it before, and that things are complicated now, I guess because everythingâs changed so much.âÂ
âShe has a family.âÂ
âAngel, even if she didnât, you think that would make a difference?â He finds your hand for kissing. âWhat do you think I said to her? I love you. I told her I love you, she already knew that, but I told her again. I said thereâs nothing complicated about it.âÂ
You stare at him.Â
âNothing complicated about it,â he repeats, pressing your kissed hand to his neck and covering it soundly with his own. Â
Youâre not expecting the insecurity of it. You and Spencer have never been on surer footing. Every day with him seems to guarantee the next. He just has to look at you and you know heâs your person, but you forgot he could just love somebody else if he wanted to. You forgot he even liked JJ to begin with. This sudden reminder is like having your legs kicked out from under you.Â
You panic.Â
âI love you,â he says, your hand moving down, pressed with fever to his chest. âMore than anyone.âÂ
âI love you too⊠I justâ I guess I thought JJ was my friend,â you say.Â
âShe is. She said she needed something that would shock the UnSub⊠I donât think she expected anything to change. We just needed to get out of there.âÂ
He almost died and youâre thinking about JJ. Shit, JJ couldâve died.Â
You bow your head. âIâm sorry.âÂ
âOh, no, for what? For what?â He sandwiches you to his side. âIâm sorry, itâs not fair. It puts you in a bad position. But you donât have anything to worry about, I love you, and I donât have any feelings for JJ.âÂ
You wonder if thatâs true.Â
Youâre being unlike yourself. Embarrassed, you hide your face in his collar and let him hug you gently.Â
âSorry.âÂ
âIâm sorry,â he says, âI have no idea what to do right now.âÂ
Insecurity isnât your style, but itâs not something that can be helped. You have, through everything, pioneered desperately to put your best foot forward. You wear clothes ordered to fit and then tailored for good measure, you take care of your appearance in a way that others might find objectionable. Who you are outwardly is just as important to you as the inward, which makes this all the worse. You hate being out of control.Â
Spencer can make it better, despite his insistence on cluelessness. âYou know it could never be anyone else but you, right?â he asks softly.Â
âSorry, Iâm just⊠Iâm not angry because she didnât have a choice, but do you really believe she didnât mean it? She couldâve made up a hundred different lies.âÂ
âI think she meant it,â he says, still speaking softly.Â
âYou understand why that would freak me out, right? If you never met me, you could be with her.âÂ
âI canât imagine a universe where we donât meet,â he says.Â
Spencer delivers it with that sincere yet shy honesty that he tends to say many things. Like itâs simple, like heâs aware of how cleanly cut it is, and like heâs worried you wonât agree with him.Â
You try not to act so small, straightening your back, and sewing an arm behind his neck and over his shoulder. Youâre not feeling a hundred percent just yet, and so you press your forehead to his cheek, his hair kissing your ear. Spencer drags your leg across his thigh and lets you stew for a little while.Â
âI donât want to be with JJ.â He squeezes you closer, nearly has you in his lap. âIs that what youâre worried about? If I never met you, I wouldnât want to be with her, because she had no interest in me, orâ or maybe she did, but she didnât show it. I know exactly what it feels like now to be loved without remorse, toâ to never be told Iâm too much. JJ is one of my best friends in the whole world, but youâre my heart. Youâre the only person whoâs ever liked me for me, all of me, even when I know it wasnât easy.âÂ
âItâs always easy,â you murmur.
âThatâs not the only reason I love you, but itâs important. JJâs smart and sheâs beautiful and sheâs such a good mom, but sheâs not you. She could never be you, and I donât want anyone that isnât you.âÂ
You donât want him to say cruel things about JJ and youâre glad when he doesnât, but you definitely need his assurance that he prefers you. Then you feel silly, because itâs your bed he comes home to, your hip heâs caressing as he waxes poetic for you.Â
You feel less like he doesnât love you and more like youâve made a fool of yourself for even suggesting it. âAm I your best friend?â you ask (childishly, depending on who you ask).Â
âYouâre my best friend. Youâre the best friend. Every day I get to be with you is perfect.âÂ
âThatâs really romantic,â you mumble, nearly not quite kidding as you rub the tip of your nose into his cheek.Â
âYou bring it out of me.âÂ
You sigh and wrap your arms around him tightly. âThanks, Dr. Reid. I think you fixed me.âÂ
âYouâre still making a face.âÂ
âYou almost died today, baby. JJ isnât the sole thing on my mind.âÂ
âAlmost died is an exaggeration. We almost die all the time.âÂ
You sniff his hair at your discretion. When he holds you like heâs doing now, you realise you have no need to worry. How can he squeeze your soft sides and chase your nose with his if he doesnât mean what he says? Spencerâs not like that.Â
âIâm sorry I overreacted,â you say.Â
âI donât think you did. But would you feel better if I say itâs okay? Because itâs okay. Iâm sorry for telling you something I knew would upset you, but we donâtââ
âHave secrets, I know.âÂ
You give him a teeny kiss by his ear.Â
âThank you,â he murmurs pleasantly.Â
You press another right on top of the first. Slower, you peel away to stroke his hair. His eyes hold all the proof you need âyouâre loved without competition.Â
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Can you please do a part two of the Sebastian fluff where he lets his thoughts get the best of him and gets anxious that reader now sees him as a monster because of what they read on his document so he prepares extra good items and plans to give them heavy discounts and even some free but reader barges in like
"MANTIS SHRIMP??? PUNCH SOMETHING RIGHT NOW"
And after a bit of reassuring(possibly some punching too bc reader is too starry-eyed for him to say no to em) Seb realizes he trully never had anything to worry about and just, generally grows fonder of reader?
Ps. Adore your writing, keep up the awesome work!!
"God, why did I let them take it? Stupid, stupid, stupid.."
Sebastian couldn't stop beating himself up, even though he knew he shouldn't care about the opinion of any human sent by Urbanshade--especially one of the "expendable" class.
Yet because it was you, specifically--who was currently in possession of his document--he began to wonder what you'd think of him once you found out the truth:
That he was nothing but a horrible monster. Plain and simple.
If not the knowledge that he was a hideous chimera of several sea creatures' DNA...then surely the revelation that he caused the lockdown of the Blacksite would ultimately make you resent him.
He released all those creatures, who stopped at nothing to prevent you from reaching the crystal and had you running, fighting, or hiding for your life.
He was responsible for all the injuries you've sustained while crawling into his shop, desperately needing a medkit and a place to rest.
He would understand if you'd never want to visit him again after what they documented about him..but the image of your furious expression and overthinking the words you'd possibly say to him left him feeling incredibly anxious.
Suddenly, Sebastian found himself gathering more supplies. Medkits, code breakers, and every light source he had currently in the shop, trying to market down whatever he could. He was even willing to let you take batteries for free...which was something he'd never normally do.
Would it be enough to make up for everything horrific you discovered about him and the terrors he indirectly put you through? Absolutely not.
Was he willing to try it anyways just for the small chance that you'd keep visiting him? Maybe.
No other human has shown him a single ounce of kindness or gratitude for his services. Nobody except you, of course, and he refused to lose that.
-thump, thump-
"Shit.." He froze, hearing movement in the vent duct, hands trembling for his light to shine brighter. Part of him wishes he could stay in the dark, as he didn't wanna see your face and whatever hurt expression it could possibly hold.
But he knew it'd be rude if you actually needed to buy something, so he forced himself to look as your familiar figure crawled out of the small opening. You seemed out of breath, like you were just running from something, and stood up to dust the dirt off your pants.
"Sebastian..I need to know something, and you need to be 100% honest with me."
The moment you pulled out his document, the shopkeeper could feel his heart sink.
"Wh..What did you want to know?" He asked, already bracing himself for the worst.
You sounded dead serious, and he was convinced you were finally going to let him have it.
You were going to force him to explain himself and his actions, and tell him what a monster he truly was. Literally and metaphoric-
"Its it true that you have mantis shrimp DNA????"
Silence.
Of all the possible outbursts he expected from you, that certainly didn't cross his mind.
Sebastian just stared down at you, utterly dumbfounded. He blinked several times, unsure if he was truly seeing the wide smile and starry-eyed look on your face.
He had been waiting for a deep scowl, eyes full of anger and betrayal and sadness that he wasn't the "friend" he claimed himself to be when you first visited his shop.
Yet now? He saw nothing but pure delight in your expression.
"Um..yes. But of alllll the things you read about me, that shocked you the most?" He was still treading carefully.
"Well, it sucks that you were an innocent guy who got thrown into a shitty situation." You gestured to him, frowning a little. "And I'm sorry you never saw justice, but...it's just SO cool that you're part mantis shrimp!" A grin returned to your face. "They've fascinated me for years! I used to watch videos of them all the time. Did you know the velocity of just one of their punches is equal to a .22 caliber bullet-?"
"Stop." He put a hand up, huffing. "At least some part of you must resent me. I mean...helloooooo, did you skip over the bit where I'M the reason those monsters are after you?! There's no way you could've ignored that..unless your brain turned off the moment you read "mantis shrimp"."
"I read everything, Sebastian." You huffed back. "Look, if I ever had to go through what you did..I think I'd wanna rebel, too. And as much as those monsters scare me, they've probably endured the same experiments as you. They probably felt just as trapped and afraid. You must see at least a few of them as your friends, right?"
"Eyefestation and the PAInter are the only ones I consider "acquaintances"." He answered after a long pause, shoulders slumped. "The anglers are primitive, but they recognize me as the one who freed them, so they don't bother me or my shop. The only creature that tends to be an issue is-"
-thump-
-thump-
Tensing, you looked over your shoulder to see a Wall Dweller emerge from the vent behind you, its mouth split open and drooling with hunger, standing on two legs.
"-that." Sebastian glared at the creature; and before it could run away, he blocked the entrance with his tail fin. "Oh no you don't." He swooped over to grab ahold of its head with his third hand, causing it to shriek and kick its legs as he held it up high. "You seriously need to stop eating my customers when they're trying to BUY SOMETHING!!"
The Dweller just growled at him, to which he ignored it and glanced down at you. "What should I do with this thing?"
"Punch it!" You grinned, your fists balled up in front of you as you hopped up and down. "I wanna see how fast you could throw one!"
He raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Pleeeeaaase?"
"..ugh, if it gets that stupid puppy-eyed look off your face, fine." He looked back at the Dweller, grinning widely as he cracked his knuckles. "You wanna eat something so bad? Try this."
"....grahh-?"
In a blinding flash, his fist went through the creature's skull, effectively turning its head into dust. Then he dropped the whole body onto the ground with a grimance. "Eugh..never done that before.."
Then he looked down at you again, seeing your smile brighten. "Hope that made you happy."
"It did, that was amazing!" You laughed, kneeling down to rip off a chunk of the Dweller's flesh. He eyed you strangely, his expression changing to a look of horror as you shoved a piece in your mouth.
"What the f...why would you eat that?!"
"It's okay! I've had this stuff before." You swallowed, feeling rejuvenated already.
"B....Before?! What you're eating is clay and acid-"
"Actually, it's fresh meat. Reminds me of poultry, almost. I found a document somewhere saying that it has regenerative properties." You explained to Sebastian, whose eyes only widened the more you talked. "I didn't believe it at first until I saw the Angler kill one. I was hungry and...eating it healed my electrical burn somehow."
".......why was that not in its actual document?" He muttered.
You shrugged, ripping out another piece and offering it to him. "Care for a bite?"
"I'll..pass. But thanks." Lowering his body closer to you, he frowned. "Are you absolutely sure that-?"
"I'm sure."
"..you didn't even know what I was going to-"
"You were worried about my reaction to your file. I could tell from the discount signs and how you were scared to even look at me."
"............."
"But I promise it doesn't change anything, okay? We're still friends, Sebastian, and I'll still swing by to do business with you." You reassured him, smiling as you patted the back of his hand, before noticing the bandage on his third arm seemed bloody. "Um..when's the last time you changed that?"
"...oh this? Erm..it's fine." He attempted to hide it behind his back. "Nothing you should be concerned abou-"
"Too late. It's my concern now. Let me repay you for saving my tail."
He had no time to protest, as you were already on your feet and running for the medkit that was on the table. You weren't worried about getting to the next zone right now.
Not that Sebastian planned on kicking you out anytime soon.
No.
Now that he was able to confide in you, he was genuinely beginning to enjoy your company--especially as you asked him to rest his arm across your lap. From there, your gentle hands went to work changing the bandage out for a fresh one, using an alcohol spray to keep the wounds from getting infected.
He hissed and cursed a few times at the stinging pain, but not once did he try to get you to stop.
Suddenly, it all began to hit him in this exact moment.
You were willingly playing nurse to a giant sea monster that has killed a man and was responsible for the terrifying things you had to witness down here.
He couldn't understand..but at the same time he felt relieved that all along he had nothing to worry about.
"Th-That's fine..thank you.."
Hearing a sniffle, you glanced up as Sebastian hastily took his arm away, "standing" back up and turning away from you. You just smiled and patted his tail comfortingly, not saying a word as you waited for him to collect himself.
For once, that snarky and sarcastic fish you've come to know was gone, and he was letting his walls down, finally realizing he could trust you.
Eventually he fell silent, and you wondered what to do now. You bought everything you wanted to earlier, so you didn't wanna overstay your welcome-
"Do you mind staying for a little bit longer?"
The question surprised you, but you smiled and nodded. "Sure. As long as you don't mind, shrimpy."
There was a pause, and he slowly looked back at you, pouting. "Big talk coming from someone as tiny as you, friend." He playfully sneered.
You just laughed and shook your head, glad to see him in better spirits.
Thanks to that scrambler on his back, you didn't have to worry about HQ getting on your ass about continuing the mission or threatening detonation.
You could definitely stay awhile and ramble about more mantis shrimp facts to Sebastian...if he was willing to hear them, of course.
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What would happen if gojo has 2 babies? And they both start crying at the same time and poor gojo has to find a solution in this situation đ„Č his younger baby that is only months old starts crying which makes the older sibling that's 2 years older wake up and starts crying đ
little voice â gojo satoru x f!reader
youâre on a girlsâ vacation. itâs okay. itâs cool.
but it isnât.
throughout his entire life of fighting curses, emotional trauma, technique training, and unending migraines, he has never felt so much stress like he does right now.
his two kids are truly angels: full of kindness, compassion andâas expected of a child of gojo satoruâfull of mischief.
they also share the same amount of love he has for you and, of course, even more. so separate two kids who adore their mother and you get chaos.
satoru just found out that the one who keeps the balance in the house is you, and thinking back about it, it shouldâve been obvious because everyone in this house listens to you.
for example, one time when you were out on a simple visit to nanami to take some of the sweet bread he has, you had strictly told satoru to put the two kids to sleep at 8:30 exactly.
he thought itâs too early, but then you explained to him that s/n sleeping gave him time and freedom to look after your baby daughter who was, admittedly, a handful that would not sleep unless she was carried.
so satoru obediently listened, or at least he tried to.
a shameful failed trial at that.
in his defense, what was he supposed to do when s/n gave him puppy eyes asked for a mere 10 minutes more, say no? of course not!
so, like the great father he is, he gave him a couple more minutes, and nothing will make satoru regret his decision since to him his sonâs smile is worth the world.
âŠexcept maybe the chandelier that is now on the floor and his precious baby daughter who just took one the biggest poops he has known of and his son who is panicking about how to clean this mess before you come home.
and come home you did and to all this mess.
swiftly, you picked up your daughter and changed her diaper, even making her giggle and squeal in between.
then you hugged your son and cleaned up the shattered glass together and disposed of the chandelier. lastly, you stood in front of your husband with a big frown after youâve put the kids to sleep.
satoru could swear that he couldnât fall more in love with you. hell, he could even twirl you around and kiss you breathless, but he feels like that would just lead him to the couch.
so he works to butter you up first before trying anything, âhey my sweet cute honeypieââ
you simply quirk an eyebrow.
and he falls to his knees, âI am sorry! I just couldnât resist his puppy eyes! you shouldâve seen them; he looked so cute!â
âI saw them a million times before he was even born, âtoru.â
your husband gasps, âhow!?â
âour son is an exact copy of you, sweetie.â
so yeah that was one of too many times, and if it isnât apparent that you are the mediator then satoru wants to let the world know that even his students listen to you.
like that one time at school when the first years were caught up fighting with each other, the second years were trying to pull them apart, and satoru was too busy cackling at them while holding d/n that no one noticed pandaâs little tail beingâgod knows whyâon fire, not even panda himself.
that was until your precious son tugged at your husbandâs shirt and pointed at panda, saying a simple sentence (phrase), âpapa, panda fire.â
satoruâs eyes zero on panda then they widen, before he gapes, âoh shit, youâre right!â
âbad word!â
âsorry!â
however, despite satoru almost bolting to put out the fire, panda was finally able to smell it and hummed, âsomethingâs being cooked.â then he looked at his tail, âoh itâs me.â
hit the panic button.
âI am being cooked!â he screams and starts running around, âpanda meat doesnât taste good; I promise!â
the rest start running after him with the intention to help, but panda could only translate it into one thing as he screamed, âdonât eat me!!â
âno one is gonna eat you, dumbass!!â maki yelled but to no avail as no one could get to the panicked panda.
your husband is running as well, half taking photos and videos and half ensuring that d/n does not fall from his handsâconsidering how she keeps giggling, squealing, and wriggling her entire body.
ijichi took matters into his own hands and called the only person he knows will be able to solve this.
âhello?â
âpanda is on fire, the kids are running after him, and gojo is just recording!â he wails, eyes frantically following said people then straying to a particularly small person, âalso s/n is trying to eat the grass.â
âwhat?!â
and like lightning, youâre on the field. you lightly scold s/n and tell him to cover his ears.
you turn to the walking fire hazard and scream, âeveryone stop! and panda get over here!â
âyes maâam!â
he stands still in front of you, almost ignoring his âfieryâ tail. you effectively put it out and ruffle his fur until he calms down. the others take turns in greeting you and getting their daily dose of motherly hugs.
your son sprints to you and holds onto your leg, refusing to let go.
and they all make way for the star of the show: the all-mighty gojo satoru.
he beams, âwifey, yet again you save the day!â
he easily picks up s/n and pulls the four of you into one big hug. he rubs his cheek against yours, âhave I told you how much I love you?â
âI was gone for 3 minutes.â
âI havenât?!â he gasps, completely ignoring you, âI am a terrible husband!â
he sobs and starts slowly melting to the ground where he believes a âdisrespectful, good-for-nothing husband who doesnât tell his wife just how much he loves herâ.
anyway, back to the present. the kids have been miraculously put to sleepâa process that satoru does not have the time nor the energy to describe.
when he stops âreminiscing â, he starts paling at the fact that all of these were mere examples of things going wrong without you, and you were in the freaking area.
now, youâre not 10 steps away, and satoru is feeling very threatened.
he is sprawled out on the couch, eye bags ever so prominent. he sighs and lets his head fall back, grateful for the silence that fills the house, but he hates it at the same time.
satoru was never fond of silenceâthe type that feels so heavy on the heartâeven when he was a teenager. it gives space and time to think about all the things he is desperate to avoid.
he did eventually come to love silence but only the silence that accompanies the times he spends with you, but thatâs a story for another time though.
opening his eyes, he looks around and his gaze lands on your recent family photo. his smile is almost instantaneous.
if thereâs anything he will rub in suguruâs face when they meet is that he managed to score himself such a lovely wife and an adoring family, a real family. he mentally writes a plus one on the score chart between him and suguru then relaxes.
he would like to scurry to the bed where your scent still lingers, but his fatigue has simply chained him to the couchâhe is overreacting youâre only gone for three days.
so, he decides, itâs time to rest and hope for a dream where he gets to hold you and live with his longing until he can feel your lips against his skin again.
the great gojo satoru closes his eyes and welcomes his slumber.
that is until, his little sweetheart decides to breakout into a wail, effectively causing her dadâs eyes to snap open.
he jumps to his feet and sprints to her room, âd/n, whatâs wrong, honey?â
he softly cradles her in hisâgiganticâarms and starts rocking her slowly. âitâs okay; papaâs here,â he murmurs in hopes of calming down, but his daughter doesnât register his voice yet.
she can, however, feel his all too familiar chest against her cheek, so she grips at it tightly and continues crying.
satoruâs expression is full of distress, and his heart contracts painfully at how his daughterâs cries. then itâs almost like the entire world is against him right now because he also starts to hear small little sniffles from the door of the room.
your husband looks back to find his son dragging his teddy bear with him in one hand and in another, trying to wipe his tears as much as possible.
your husband quickly shifts d/n into one arm and leads s/n into him with the other. your son nuzzles into his dadâs chest and murmurs, âI want mama.â
almost like she understands the mention of you, she calms down a tiny bit and her hands start reaching for the airâreaching for you.
satoru slides down to the ground and pulls them both into his chest, and he starts rubbing s/nâs shoulder and kisses the top of his head and sighs, âme too, s/n, but, hey, we are strong and capable, so we have to hold on until she comes home, right?â
a little sniffle escapes s/n as he nods before saying a soft, âyeah.â
satoru smiles and ruffles his hair, âthatâs my champ.â
s/n lets out a little smile and snuggles into his dadâs embrace.
so satoru shifts his attention to the sniffling baby in his arm, he frowns, ânow what are we going to do with you, little missy?â
your son purses his lips for a moment, before placing the teddy bear in his hands into his little sisterâs tiny arms. curiosity takes over for a moment, and she starts exploring the new item.
then s/n presses on the teddy bearâs chest and it plays a little voice message from you:
âhey sweetie! mama loves you, so donât worry about those nightmares! I am always here.â
your daughterâs eyes shine and she hugs the teddy as much as possible and utters a small, âma!â
satoru blinks owlishly then looks at s/n with smile, âso you had that all along?â
s/n nods slowly and holds into his father tighter, obviously getting tired and getting ready to sleep. satoru would love to say the same about his other angel butâoh she fell asleep.
looks like all it took was a little listen to your voice.
he will probably make you record a thousand voice messages when you come back and make you get him his own special build-a-bear as well cause what the hell? what about your husband?
he shakes the thought away, realizing that he can finally fall asleep, albeit on the floor.
with no blanket.
no pillow.
not even his favorite cushion.
but he wasnât raised to be ungrateful, so he will take what he can get. he will simply make up for lost sleep when youâre back. it will feel better that way in any case.
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Kinktember Day 9: Spa
Newjeans Danielle x male reader smut
words: 7,422 Kinktember Masterlist
"My client, did you see her come in?" you ask.
"No, why? Is she famous or something?"
"Well, that would explain the secrecy, and it would also explain a woman barely twenty having cash to burn at a place like this," you whisper to the colleague who is far too jealous of how you just got requested by name because that usually means big tips for a good service.
"Did you get her name?"
"Supposed to be a secret." Your answer dissatisfies her, and she throws you a side-eye. "Okay. Okay. Danielle something... Marsh?"
"Shut up!" She hits you on the shoulder. "No fucking way. Let me take this one and you can have my next ten VIP bookings."
"Sorry, but she asked for me by name," you tell her. She mutters an obscenity under her breath. "Want to tell me what I'm getting into here?"
And then the girl spews out a jumble of ramblings about K-pop this and K-pop thatâthe kind of reaction that only the truly obsessed can have. Millions of views on this, charting on that, really fucking popular is the gist of it. So basically the whole planet Earth knows who this Danielle is. Well, shit. No pressure or anything. "Get in there already, do your best work and maybe get me an autograph."
A few forceful pushes out of the staff room and you find Danielle where you left her, her cleansing mask still on her face, sitting in that long white robe. You step barefoot over the soft wood, heat rising from underneath it.
As you draw near, you ask, "Miss Marsh, are we ready to begin?"
"Dani, please," her voice says from beneath the mask. It's hard not to be intimated after being hit with the fact that the woman before you is world-renowned. Though from here, she looks like any other delicate young woman. Her feet are small. Bare, tiny and arched, they hang just a few inches from the floor, and they are as perfectly still as the rest of her. "No need to be formal, I'm here to relax."
"Then let me start by offering you a drink." The bottle pops as you twist it. The label is adorned in cursive. "Bottled at source, premium mineral water." Your arm raises the bottle so she can see the brand clearly.
"Is it magical water?" There is a playful lilt in her voice, "Maybe it has some healing powers?"
"Guaranteed to nourish the soul and unclog those emotional pores," you deadpan.
The facemask stretches with Dani's wide smile, and she lightly chuckles. "That's good, laughter is good for the soul."
"Right." You pour from a height and a theatrical stream flows. When the flute is halfway, you stop the flow and pass it to her hands, which take it gently.
"What? You don't even hold the glass for me? Put it to my lips and tilt?" It's another tease, the joke stretching on her grin, but now it is her hands holding the flute, her fingers long and smooth around the stem.
"I serve, not control."
"Those don't have to always be exclusive." She laughs, and the sound makes you feel something. "But I appreciate the intention. I hear you're the best in the business."
"I'll let you be the judge, Miss Marsh. Now, allow me to remove that mask. I have raised the temperature in here to help open the pores, and I would like to begin with a facial."
"I do love a facial." Danielle smiles to herself. "And again, please, just Dani is fine."
You step over behind her, where her head tilts back against the chair, her long hair cascading below, shimmering in the moist air. Lightly, you place the tips of your fingers along her jawline, finding the edge of the mask and gently lifting it upwards. She doesn't flinch at all, and you watch the wet mask give way to her face. Even upside down, Danielle is indeed beautiful.
With her sun-kissed hair, radiant skin, and effortless, elegant beauty. She is, in summation of all her parts: perfect. The image the word calls up has always been fuzzy around the edges, an abstract idea more than a specific concrete thing, because real people aren't like this. That's what you believed until you laid eyes on her.
"You take good care of your skin, MissâSorryâDani."
"Thank you," she says simply, no joke this time. Your fingers ghost over her chin and then trace to her cheekbones, moving lightly to test her texture, all so smooth.
"First, I shall cleanse away any impurities," you say and lean down to examine her face. Even when you are so close, there is nothing for your scrutinyâno visible crevice, no blemishes, despite there being not a trace of make-up. It's all-natural.
There's a light whisper on her lips, one that you barely make out, "Good luck with that."
You tilt your head as you reach over for a fresh sponge, run it under hot water until it is filled, squeeze out the excess, and slowly drag a path of heat across her forehead. As your other hand holds the sheet over her neck to catch stray water, your first-hand works in large strokes from above, rinsing her skin with each successive pass.
As you focus, she leans back into the chair, and a soft hum escapes her lips. "Feels nice already," she murmurs.
You say nothing, working her in silence. Her eyelids are closed, her lips slightly parted, and she remains so still that, if not for the sound of her breaths, she could be easily mistaken as unconscious. This silence has a tranquillity and familiarity to it, one that feels like home, and without thinking, you are smiling.
She stays just the same as you begin to exfoliate her, brushing across her face in ever-widening circles. It's with such tenderness that her cheeks take a pink tint as she grows hotter and she smiles as you rub in gentle swirls, one spot, then the next.
Time passes in silence as you finish the exfoliation and apply all manner of natural, topical lotions, toners, and peels to Dani. When her skin is primed, you press your fingers against her skin and, starting at her forehead, you massage her face to a rhythm of long, soothing strokes. You enjoy touching her, you admit, which isn't exactly right for a professional, but since you have no outward reaction from her, you assume it isn't the end of the world.
Throughout it all, she keeps her eyes shut. Over time you move around her face, applying more pressure in some spots than others. She shifts and sighs, soft exhalations of her warm breath tickling your arm, yet otherwise doesn't move an inch. Her shoulders relax against the leather of the seat. "You really know what you're doing," she says, with a smirk. You pull her skin with your fingertips, moving them in large circles as it comes to an end. Finally, you tap your fingers gently over her skin to soothe.
"Now, your body, Dani."
Her eyes crack open, but slowly. "Are we moving?"
"I'll wash your skin over there, but the massage will be in the next room. Now, I'll need you toâ"
Dani doesn't let you finish your sentence before she rocks forward in her seat and pushes herself to a stand. She's facing away from you and puts her hands in front of her, then she throws the robe back off her shoulders and lets it slide off her arms to the floor in one quick motion.
"Good," she says. "I was for too hot in that thing anyway."
Of course, as a professional, you would never gasp in surprise, yet, at the sight of her ass, the muscles tight, small, and round, the curves of her waist so thin, hair over her shoulders threatening to hide her slender back and those long slim legs, you manage to just barely gulp.
Too hot, she certainly is, you want to tell her and not just in the sense that perspiration coats her skin. Tiny beads of sweat that, as your eyes crawl over her, are in the process of running downwards. This glistening on her flesh is hypnotic. The curve of her ass, the slight tilt of her hips forward, the way the base of her spine leads downward, right down to a crack between herâ
Focus. You remind yourself you have a job to do.
"In the far corner. The stone pool. Please, stand by the edge." It takes a second before Dani's head bobs, and then she slinks forward, slow and catlike. Her stride, and every motion of her muscles beneath her flesh that accompanies it, are mesmerising. And with every sway of her hips, you love her tight body more.
She pauses, a foot by the edge, and looks down into the water. Steam rises and envelops her form in a pale white that hugs her curves.
"Please, step in," you say as you walk over to her side and take her hand. Now, you catch a glimpse of her profile, and her chest, small, round and perky, and as you avert your eyes to guide her down the step, you tell her, "Watch your step now, go from stone to stone until you stand in the middle just there."
"Got it," Dani says. She steps with confidence and the hot water reaches quickly above her ankles and then halfway up her calves. With each careful move down the next step she gasps, soft and light. The water splashes with her movement and then swallows her up to the upper thigh.
"Please, take a seat there, on the wide stone." You reach to help steady her as she sinks down, her knees bending as she perches down so the water is at her hips as she sits.
"I just sit?"
"Yes, Dani, and I will bathe you." You step into the pool until the hot flowing water covers your knees, and then you stand behind her. You reach for a sponge, submerge it, and watch it fill, then draw it out and over her lower back and drag a large circle across her soft skin. "How's the water? Feel okay?"
"Great. Wow." She goes quiet as you work up and down her back, long, relaxing, soothing strokes until all the tension has left her shoulders. "That's wonderful," she says.
You clean her shoulders and then down her arms, the sponge dipping under the surface, and caressing her in a movement that feels like worship. With a slow rhythm, you run the sponge over her shoulders and around her neck, and finally, reaching over her, down to her chest. She shifts back as you do, resting herself against your legs. You run it over her chest a few times before coming up again to her shoulders.
"So soft..." her voice says, almost a breathy moan, and you catch a hint of it. Maybe she realises how it sounds because she soon goes quiet. Next, you work downwards, to her tight, toned stomach. Slowly you make sure you cleanse every part of her body. All while her back rests on you and her breathing is warm and pleasant.
"Miss, I mean Dani, can you stand now? We need to get you clean." You prompt, a hand on her shoulder.
"Sure." Dani snaps out of it. She stretches and cracks her neck before rising, leaning forward for a moment. When she rises, ripples run out in all directions and your eyes drift over her ass. It looks plump, perky, perfect. Then you sponge it, giving purpose to your stare. You push it down, over her cheeks and Dani shivers.
You repeat your slow, languid movements. Wipe away any trace of imperfection from her hips and thighs and then when you make her slowly step out of the pool, you work down her bit by bit. Finally, she stands on the edge of the pool, looking down at you, towering over you in her naked glory. She presents to you her foot and you hold her ankle to steady it and clean each digit, scrubbing between the toes.
"You can take the towel, on the peg, Dani."
"You do it." Dani doesn't move at all, keeping her eyes on you, staring into your eyes and through you.
You cautiously nod and then climb from the pool. You keep eye contact and wrap the towel around her small, wet frame. In your arms, she feels so fragile. You rub her down, first her legs. Long strokes, left and right. Each, in turn, both legs. Then you bring the towel up. When you wrap it over her hip and move upwards along her torso, Dani presses herself to you.
"You really know how to put someone at ease," she mutters.
You nod silently in return, and finish drying her shoulders, down her arms, back up, and down her back. You remain stoic as the heat between you builds, and she turns around without prompting. You wrap her again and bring the towel all the way down. Then over her rear. Soft, short circular motions with your palm.
"The table in the next room, Dani. Start by lying on your front, you can use the towel on the table to cover yourself. Once I see you settled in, I'll join you."
She laughs quietly and starts her slow walk to the door. You take your own towel, drying your legs, the water has soaked into the front of your shorts from where she leant against you.
She's on the bed. The towel, provided for her decency, is in a pile on the floor.
"Dani, the towel..."
"I'm fine, I want it off. I want everything off. Is that a problem for you?" There's this undeniably confident quality to her like the universe just has to be as it is because she likes it that way.
"Not a problem," you tell her. "It does tend to get in the way."
You're close to the bed now, looking down at her, still so perfectly nude. So vulnerable and relaxed, and not a drop of shame in her eyes. She gives you a look that says she's in charge, and that she's been waiting for this, and now it's finally going to happen. And that smile is impossible to refuse. "You could join me if it helps. Make it feel more like an equal partnership."
"Missâ Iâ"
"I'm joking," she winks. Danielle bunches her hair by her head and turns her head to the side as she rests.
The first of your oils, imported, rich and infused, drip with a consistency thick as honey over her. You watch it roll from the top of her back and run down her spine. Its warmth makes her twitch gently.
Slowly you reach out, press your hands into her skin and drag them from top to bottom, following the oil, making sure you cover her.
She hums in delight.
With great care, you begin your work. Fingers sink in, and your thumbs feel her muscles. Stroking and rubbing, from the top of her back, your fingers coax and prod at the flesh beneath. Pressing it back and forth, at times as gentle as a summer breeze and then as hard as a hammer.
There are knots in her back, beneath the tender surface. You find them easily and work at them to relax, coax them into submission, untying the muscles until they go soft. She gasps at your touch as you release them. Her body responds to you in the sweetest ways. With the smallest of whispers, the little fluttering breaths, and with her skin taking on a pink glow.
When the last knot goes soft, she writhes in response, and a content, relaxed murmur comes out of her.
"Oh god, that's it, don't stop," she says, the first words to come from her for a while.
"You were very tight." You reach across, add a small amount of more oil and start working back upwards. One stroke at a time. Up her neck. Over her shoulders. She trembles when you go deep into her flesh and reaches out to grasp at something, anything, and finds the edge of the table, holding herself steady. Her arms now, you lift them one by one, prying them from her grip and then holding and rubbing and pulling to coax the stiffness out.
Oil over her legs, next. Slowly you run your hands over the outside and inside and rub them into her skin, kneading it into her. Danielle keeps her mouth firmly shut the whole time. No jokes. Nothing funny. You lean down to her, focusing on her thigh that refuses to let go. Bending down, you push into her. As you feel her tension drain, you are rewarded with another quiet hiss.
You place the oil upon her feet and work it into her soles with a finger, an instant trigger, she cackles as her foot recoils at your touch. "Sorry, that's a bit ticklish," she tells you, apologetically.
Her feet go still and she inhales deeply as you set back to your task, much to the quiet amusement of Danielle. It's the slowest you have ever worked on a client, with long, dragging strokes to make sure she really enjoys it. Each is careful, so careful, to pull and tease. "Keep working it all the way up, all the way up my legs," she orders, quietly. "Nice and slow. Can you do that?"
You agree.
You hear Danielle sigh as you move your hands slowly up her calf. So soft and firm at the same time as she breathes so gently. A trace of laughter, an easy smile. You work her in the same manner, up her thigh, as slow and relaxing as before, massaging deep and heavy. Danielle begins to roll her hips as you grip the flesh at the top of her thighs and dig in.
"Higher, please, just for me." Danielle makes a little hum to accompany the instruction. You obey, knowing where this is leading. You take the oil, and let it pour lightly onto the peak of her cheek, it threatens to roll away so you capture it in your palm, a firm squeeze of her rear, a spread of oily warmth. She shivers and pushes up her hips in silent encouragement.
Your hands trail along, smooth and oily, each touch brings more shivers. Her legs part slightly, a slow squirm of her hips. Your fingers glide on her tight, round cheeks; running across, back and forth as she breathes deep. You press deeper with each sweep and listen as her gasps become a little louder, and her body moves a little more. She bends her arm, reaching back, as you watch it shake. Her nails claw onto the side of the bed.
The more you tease her with your touch, the harder she grips and the more she parts her legs. You've known the perfection of her body, just by seeing it, but this feeling confirms it.
Your hand wanders with long, oily strokes as you glide up her back, tracing the curves of her slim back up, all the way to her neck. There, you hold her as you lean in. "You can turn over now. Let's work out your front," you say, and Dani nods in agreement.
She smiles, though she remains silent, slowly, with such care, turning onto her side, then twisting to face you, her face flush, eyes drowsy, her mouth agape. She rests upon her back, arms by her sides, legs flat against the bed, open, as you gaze into her eyes.
You apply the oil with long slow strokes down her stomach, feeling her as she flinches, watching the dimples at her waist appear then vanish with her body's twists, with every flexing of her muscles. When you trace up, her flat, beautiful chest, and slowly slide a finger beneath her small pert breast, Dani takes a deep, quick, raspy breath, then says, "They didn't lie when the reviews said you have the best hands in the world."
Your oil-covered thumbs graze upon her nipple, soft at first, gentle in pressure, but this becomes firmer, building and rising, faster. Round and round it swirls, and this delight sends Danielle's breath to hitches and sharp, shallow pants. As she squirms in delight, her legs twist, rubbing and clenching. Her teeth bite down on her lips. The flesh of her body glistens.
One hand reaches, down a thigh then back up, across her stomach and down the other. Repeated in pattern as the other thumb never ceases on her pert nipple. Dani's eyes go blank as your touch continues, circling, teasing, stroking and grabbing. Her body responds and you are delighted to witness every tremor and gasp as it arches. And finally, for the first time, a full-blooded moan rings free.
Your hand goes lower. Deeper into the pit of her thigh as she spreads her legs wide. You seek out the inevitable and when you reach her crotch, you watch her tense up. And when the touch slides between her pussy's folds, and against her clit, there's an immediate reaction, her body jumping as you make the slightest flick of motion with your middle finger. You lift and let a trail of oil roll down her slit and back down to her rear.
"I wasn't really joking before," she gasps. "You should be naked. It would make this whole experience better." Dani tilts her head, fixes her drowsy gaze onto you, and holds the stare for what feels like a hundred heartbeats. "Don't you think that's fair? The way things are going?"
You hold the eye contact and consider this, a sudden lump in your throat making any immediate reply a struggle. Her eyes don't move from yours. Even her chest barely heaves with her short, fast panting.
"Go on, I want you naked. I'm going to feel so, so empty otherwise..."
That's all it takes.
How could you deny her?
Your hands, still covered in the hot oil, reach for the buttons at your collar. You slip them in order from the top and release one after another. Danielle's lips twitch, and her teeth rake them to a shine. Your clothing drops to the floor. Bared. It feels so wrong, and unprofessional, yet Dani looks on and gapes with a hungry, dark delight.
"Nervous now?" Her eyebrow twitches up.
"Never," you bluff.
Danielle's mouth stays open wide, and her breaths get caught and flicker as your touch returns to the same spot as before. Gentle, light touches flutter with your fingertips, drawing the tips of your fingers back and forth, back and forth, over her clit. You watch as her eyes widen, how her legs straighten out and she starts to kick her feet with the faintest hint of frustration as you tease.
"I paid for a deep massage." She emphasises the adjective, dragging the syllable out like a whine. "This teasing is bad for my heart," she whispers.
Her arm rises, then reaches for your chest and trails its way downward. The pressure of her finger, nails lightly scratching at your skin, trailing down to the waistline and then she wraps her slender fingers around you. It's hard. Incredibly so.
"And I'll show you how generous I can be with a tip."
She licks her lips slowly and sensually as her eyes meet yours with a mischievous gleam.
You grunt, pressing down with your fingertip, and then without a second thought, push it inside of her. Danielle throws her head back in silent bliss.
"Holy shit," she mumbles in a muffled, muted moan. "Don't hold back." You circle inside her slowly with one finger, letting the oil's moisture guide you. Then, adding a second digit, you delve back into her, pushing in deep and making sure she can feel it all the way inside as the palm of your hand pushes against her crotch.
Dani rolls her head to one side as you work, staring you right in the eyes and biting down on her lip as she throbs and you press down inside of her, moving in all sorts of subtle directions that are impossible for her to guess. With that, she moans again and there's a little grunt from deep within her. Her fist twists around you and she gets bolder with her touch.
You build it into some sort of rhythm and she moves, each time, reacting so well with your own thrusts. When she's relaxed enough for it, you introduce another finger.
"Iâ You canâ Go a little bit faster," she pleas. Stretched wider, Dani starts to grow even more restless. This time, instead of small, languid strokes, your whole hand works, fingers rubbing and swirling, thumb finding her clit to massage it with purpose, building, always building, until she is shuddering under you, every single time, tensing and twitching with every change in direction.
"Come onâmore," she pleads, bucking up against your hand, so slick with arousal.
She's barely jerking your cock, not even intentionally, just the jolts through her body causing the occasional twist of her grip or slide of her palm. You let it just rest in the loose curl of her grip and focus on doing what she commands, twisting your hand, gripping and stroking, tugging in circles and holding inside. The quivering gets worse and worse. And her breath grows heavier.
You keep working her relentlessly, as she squeals a drawn-out curse. Dani nearly loses control. She grips you hard, tightens her fist around you in spasm, a pained wince on her face, as she curls her toes so hard.
"Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop." It's the only thing she says, no jokes, no banter, as her eyes roll back, mouth agape as if the wind's been knocked from her, and a final, body-length spasm overtakes her. Her whole body. Back arched off the table, eyes pinched shut. It lasts for the longest time, almost impossible to sustain, you watch with an odd mix of terror and wonder. Her hair is a mess. Her naked, stretched-out limbs, glisten in the warm light.
It takes her a good half minute to fall back down, her lungs now sucking in the air as if there were none at all. One leg quivers. Her breaths slow, her eyes open again and you're holding her stare, her cheeks a faint scarlet, strands of hair plastered across her forehead.
More oil. More rubbing. From tension to relaxation again. Slowly she softens and you turn her whole body limp beneath your hands. All while you barely manage to hold yourself back from ravishing her. She keeps her eyes fixed upon you, so you force a smile, ignoring the ache clenched in her fist. You could kiss those lips, right now. Taste them. How soft and smooth would she feel pressed against you? What noises would come out of her?
You'd be forgiven for letting your imagination run wild with desire, but not forgiven for taking this service in any direction that Danielle didn't command.
She watches your thoughts as they float by, and seems to be considering the same. Then she smirks, and just with a look, reassures you that it's going to happen, and it's going to happen just exactly the way she wants it.
You're working your slick hands over her midriff, and have been for a minute or two, waiting for instruction. You work slightly up her body, perilously close to taking some initiative, but then she speaks, "That was... unexpected."
"Was it? Seemed to be your plan all along."
"Planned to tease. Planned to be touched. But did not expect it to be that good." She shakes her head softly, her cheek touching her shoulder as she stares with a fuzzy, dreamy look that is impossible to decipher. She has a cute, beautiful way of pouting her lips that's fascinating, you're struck still, hypnotised by the sight and the motion. "A few more would be perfect."
"You have me booked for another hour, and the client gets what the client wants."
Dani laughs. A light, melodious chime. "I know what I want," she tells you, gently rocking her palm over your cock. "I'm incredibly hard to fully satisfy, you better get to work."
Dani releases you from her grasp, and turns back over to her front, stretching out once more and looking back at you over her shoulder, holding a stare as she parts her legs. This stare could kill a man if his heart were too weak, and though your heartbeat quickens, your mind focuses on your purpose.
Your hands glide over her oil-coated thighs, wet and glistening. Dani rests her head back down and you are unable to stop your gaze from wandering along her spine, the gentle dimple above her ass, the two tight round cheeks below and the line bisecting between them. Up over her ass, you caress, then you slip and stroke in the valley, this, she clearly enjoys, judging from how her butt rises to greet your touch, her hips rolling once more.
Lower now. Lower and lower, until once again, your finger meets her lower lips and she hisses an inwards breath and tenses. Her body is so reactive to every touch. It makes this so easy, so rewarding, so deeply arousing. You are confident you can build her up, high, and crash her down in waves, for hours, until the sun breaks.
Two fingers again, to begin, that same twist and swirl to coax her towards delirium. Her quiet huffs and suppressed moans fill the air. With a heavy push, you dive in deeper, to watch as her whole body, muscle by muscle, starts to become lost in the sensation. And when you curl your fingers down and grind the heel of your hand over her clit, Dani absolutely loses it. She bites the sheets, body tight, hands trying to grab the far edge of the bed to give something to hold onto.
Her feet kick uselessly and a series of incomprehensible phrases fill her breath and break apart on the way out of her. Though you don't quite understand them, you grasp the meaning. This is what she wants you to do right now, to see how high you can bring her.
Her whole body starts trembling again. Tingling, quivering, shivering. It's one constant shake and her moans are louder, and longer. She struggles to breathe out a scream. Sweat begins to mix in the oil, and she lets out another unintelligible mess of words as you pull away. Dani collapses back into a quivering heap, gasping for air and stretching her hands out as if reaching out to the void, reaching out, grasping for something in the dark.
She lies there, spent, breathing deep. Her entire body is hot and burning as her muscles relax. Each breath is a moan, and her thighs clamp tightly together as if the feeling of nothing after being so worked up is torturous to endure.
Your fingers are soaked in her creamy fluids, it drips down onto the bed below. Yet somehow, this isn't over. No. There's a single goal, right in the back of your mind, that's never stopped clawing. If only you could taste her. Sink your face between her firm ass cheeks and tease her with your tongue and suck and devour her, the entirety of her.
Maybe you could ask. Or maybe you could just start kissing her lower back, your nose rubbing against her tailbone, working to the left, towards her hip and tease, trailing your lips ever lower to a spot just over the peak of her butt, until she wants your tongue to dive right in.
The thought is interrupted by her blessing, "Again. Another. However you want," her words stumble upon each other, a raspy, spent quality to her. "Whatever you want."
You kneel at the very end of the bed, lean over and take her hips and you lift them up with an abrupt strength that earns her immediate interest, judging by her sudden gasp. You put her on her knees, ass in the air. Beneath it, her lips shine and spread. You're going to drown in her. You lean over, planting kisses along her body until they land right where your fingers had been, right along her soaked pussy.
The taste is so sweet. Dani whimpers as her body twitches. Your lips part her, and your tongue stretches and laps her up with an unshakeable excitement. Dani tastes amazing, like every inch of her, hot and rich and so unbelievably delicate. She is desireâconcentrated and distilled into the female form. Your mouth descends, kissing every tiny spot you can reach, your lips closing, sucking the sticky warmth into your mouth. You might spend the rest of eternity here, savouring her juices.
Each rough lick gives Dani a small burst of pleasure. This is perhaps not the most elegant approach, but you wouldn't dream of stopping and so you continue, over and over, eager to return Dani to her previous, tranced bliss. So wet and sweet and smooth as velvet, your tongue flattens over her clit.
Dani cums twice like this. Ass in the air, your face in her cunt, two more delicious releases and you lap up both. They come accompanied by Dani's musical screams and moans and swearing and mumbles and complete incoherence. Every part of her body tenses. Every movement becomes forced, with less control, until every part of her, quivering and shaking, is taken by a rapture. Her throat chokes off her moans and breathy whimpers, and then she becomes lost for a time, struggling to remember to breathe, caught up in the overwhelming, and unstoppable waves.
"Enough, enough," Dani chokes out, and so you stand back, watching as she twists back into a flat position on her back again, her hips shaking with the effort. She trembles for a while longer before lying perfectly still on the table. As you gaze at her, she still appears ethereal, unattainable. She gazes up at you with lidded eyes and the drowsy content smile that rests upon her lipsâshe is a goddess. Even after all those body-racking orgasms, she settles into that same elegant grace that makes you question what makes her mortal.
Dani raises a hand and curls a beckoning finger, "Come here."
And you come to her, to her smile that draws you in, a moth to a flame and the moth will burn, not the flame, it will never tire, it will consume anything. She takes you in her hand, hard and throbbing under her delicate touch, and yet so helpless against it. With a pull, Dani draws you inâto consume.
She parts those pretty, pink, curled lips and then looks up into your eyes and sighs as her warm breath runs across your length. Danielle curls her tongue to the underside of your head and engulfs it. She doesn't raise her head from where it rests, instead making you clamber up to her, so you put a knee on the wooden frame and a hand next to her shoulder. The heat grows, and Dani is swirling her tongue over your tip, making you twitch and throb in her grasp, a slave to her touch.
You're pushing forward, leaning over her, as her mouth opens wide and lets you in, then, all at once, tightens. Her tongue and lips stretch around your thickness and then enclose you, sealing tight. She makes a point of looking you in the eye, holding your stare, a curl at the corner of her mouth that only further sets a tremble to your loins. She pulls, slow, agonising and without hurry, her mouth holds tight and sucks back.
You pull out of her, an inch, and she stays clamped tight and as she draws away, she uses the time to slowly slide her tongue along and around your crown and against the sensitive underside. Once Danielle has pulled right off with a wet smack, the warmth of her breath covers your cock once more. She flicks her tongue against your tip, first as a long, sweeping, lingering brush, then a rapid flick that teases.
"Dani, fuck," you groan.
"That's the idea," she whispers, right against you, her warm, panting breath driving you crazy, her own burning desire barely contained. "Get down there and do me. Right now."
Then, in one fluid movement, her hands find her legs. She grips behind her knees and pulls her thighs up and back. She spreads her legs wide, with her feet in the air.
"Fuck me. I mean it," she states firmly, fixing you with that stern gaze. Her words send a flaming arrow directly to light the most basic of your instincts.
She has presented everything to you and wants to give even more. You can think of nothing else but ploughing her into the table until your vision fades to white. It takes only seconds and you find yourself over her, between those slim legs. You put a hand on each thigh and spread her.
Cock bearing down on her leaking cunt, you lower your body until she has all of your weight on top of her. Her hips squirm under your pressure, and she drags your arm tighter around herself until she finds exactly what she's been looking for. A rub between her folds as your length slips against her, up and down.
"Mmm, yes," she giggles, "put it in, all of it."
In an almost unconscious action, you place the head of your cock against her opening. Her wetness provides no friction, and Dani uses her nails to scratch your back impatiently. Slowly you flex forward. Every inch. So warm, so fucking hot. Tighter than anything.
"Oh, yes," is all Dani has to say as her breath cuts short. You feel the intense squeeze, you have no doubt this is a step beyond the pleasure your fingers gave her, and her entire body tightens, and she pulls you in, deep and full. Her eyes grow wide and her fingers dig into you as you draw back and drive in once more.
Another moan, her pitch gets deeper, this one drawn out from her very core. You hear it right in her chest, from the depth of her lungs, before it squeals free, right into your ear. "Worth every penny." Her words are thick and drawled, hard to make out, she can't seem to decide whether she wants to open her mouth or close it and keep it shut.
She wraps her arms tight around your neck and pulls you in deeper, you push her legs higher, folding her body up and it only makes things tighter, a thrill she clearly relishes.
You roll forward, holding her close to you, giving you a better purchase with her feet held up so high. Dani groans as you bite and suck at the soft skin along her neck. Your thrusts are still slow, so damnably slow. You push, and fill, and wait. Over and over, it's a cruel torment to both of you.
"Ah, come on. Give it to me, hard," Dani says, raking nails on your neck. She turns her head. Finds your mouth. Seals her lips against yours. Teeth nibble and then her tongue penetrates your mouth. Her hips start to rise and drop. Her sex grabs at you, pleading to pound her.
So you let go of your iron self-restraint and fuck her. Fuck her good.
Your tempo grows more powerful. Her walls squeeze and pull and writhe with a desperate need. It's tight, so, so tight, the way she envelops you, the slick warmth around you. Each stroke sends a shudder through her. Another ripple follows and with it, her high, pitchy wails. Dani's never been so loud, so demanding that her pleasure be delivered.
Number five is close, you can feel her body going rigid, the quivering, twitching, curling of her toes, the growing tension, you go faster, a force building within, trying to rush her to the inevitable. Dani screams, moaning incoherently, her eyes screw tight as you throw yourself into her with such ferocity, like an animal, with no regard for pace, or rhythm. Pure, unrelenting pleasure.
She grips so hard on your shoulder, and then her other hand goes back, over her head, gripping the edge of the table in white-knuckled desperation. "I'm... cumming," Dani spits through a clenched jaw, unable to even form her tongue around the word.
Her orgasm feels more powerful this time, so much more; it flows through her and you can't help but stare. Watching the way the pink blossom blooms on her face and how the rest of her pales. One orgasm into another, you think, it's difficult to discern. You're in no rush. No race. Instead, you delight in the absolute loss of control you see in Danielle's face and you feed off it.
Her mouth forms a soundless scream and she reaches up and sinks her nails into your chest and drags them across, not breaking the skin, but hard enough to leave marks. It feels amazing. All the more so watching Danielle break herself, willingly.
"Holy shit..." Danielle pants then sucks air into her empty lungs.
Her little, flexible body, pinned beneath yours, seems incapable of even the tiniest motion, save the trembles.
Through gritted teeth, she says, "I wantâ I want a facial. My face. Cum."
This is the single sexiest thing she could have possibly said at that moment. For all the time you've spent watching that pretty doll-like face contort in a hundred different ways, you want nothing more than to see it coated with your lust. To paint every last bit of that sweetness on her lips, on her cheeksâeverywhere. To witness that brief moment, after climax where she is confused and awash with bliss and trying to remember how to breathe, and it's interrupted by a load of your cum. You want it.
You round the table, standing over her head, lowering down and watching her eyes spark with anticipation. Danielle knows how bad you want it, how close it is, and you watch, enraptured by the way she tilts her head up and licks her lips. Her little, eager tongue.
Dani wraps her fingers around you and strokes and pumps fast, pulling, urging you to completion, teasing you to spill over her, onto those pretty, dainty features. Your skin feels alive, like static and pinpricks and pure lightning, like your nerves have come to the surface. Pent-up energy coils low, threatening to snap. You cannot resist her anymore.
It all unfurls in a glorious, explosive instant. Blinding. A shiver climbs up your spine, spreading to every limb in one long spasm. A long, raw growl in your throat as you shoot thick and hard, some on her face, and some overshooting onto her chest. Dani gasps a cute little "Oh" and then starts to giggle as the second rope lands right over her perfect little features. And then another, this time across the bridge of her nose and her cheek and down her lips. Her tongue collects whatever it can.
Dani's small hand keeps a hard grip and keeps coaxing, even as you feel like you have nothing to give, with it all painting her face, still, she jerks up and down, until you are empty, trembling and drained. Still, she goes, forcing you through painful shivers, laughing the whole time until the pain becomes too much, and your hands take hers and pull.
You prop yourself against the table, looking down at the mess you made. Dani's happily laughing to herself, licking up what she can. "You'll need to clean me again now, won't you? Sponge away all your dirty filth," she giggles.
Her giggle is intoxicating. Loving. It warms you right through. You wish you could bottle up her laughter.
"Need a minute," you grunt, and there's so much pride on her cum-strewn face.
"Aw, need time for recovery?" Dani quips. "I'll just lay here, all messy and defiled. Waiting to be tended to. Enjoy the sight of me, of your filthy cum all over my sweet, innocent face, until you get the strength to lift me. Really, don't rush, I love this feeling."
#kinktember#kpop smut#Danielle smut#newjeans smut#kpop fanfic#male reader#m reader#smut#Danielle x reader#spa#danielle marsh
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Can you please do one where the reader is Stan and fordâs childhood friend? Iâd imagine that they would both be SUPER protective, and later in adulthood they move in with does to help with his research. Stanley and ford secretly developed a crush on them over time but neither have admitted their feelings đ€đ€
I made this one too fucking long as well the to might need to make a part two as not to overwhelming people.
You probably threw sand in some bullies eyes when they didnât leave poor Ford alone/ and or comforted Ford alongside Stan afterwards bc confrontation wasnât your thing. Either way it didnât take long for you, Stan and Ford to become a well known trio in the town of New Jersey, one was never seen without the other two trailing behind.
You three were inseparable.
Ford was the brains and intellect
Stan was the protective fighter
And you were the mediator, the confidant, the person whoâd encourage the twins to keep moving forward for that was the only way to go.
The mystery trio you called yourselves as youâd spend countless hours on the beech, searching for the abnormal and mysterious with nothing but your flashlights and determination to make a name for yourselves.
You didnât give a shit about Fordâs six fingers, you thought they were cool and told him often that you were jealous.
âWhy?â Heâd ask.
âItâs cooler to be different than it is to fit in the norm.â Youâd tell him as youâd both sit somewhere overlooking the beach, hearing the cries of seagulls and the crashing of the waves against the sandy beaches. âOne day everyone is going to try and find something abnormal about themselves to fit in, as though they werenât the same people whoâd shun people for being a little different. Theyâll never admit that theyâre the bad guy and all they want is attention and will throw a tantrum when they donât get it.â
You then placed a hand on Fordâs shoulder and squeezed. âSo donât listen to them Stanford, youâll make a name of yourself one day and theyâll all flock to you like moths to a flame. High six?â You raised your hand.
âHigh six.â Ford replied as you high-fived/ high-sixed each other.
Their dad didnât like you but you didnât give a shit because you didnât like him all that much either with how he treated Stanley in comparison to Ford and would often refuse to go to their house when you knew he was there.
Shermie pines however adored you for keeping her boys in line and being their friend and practically adopted you into the family as she would then move her attention to her sons.
âSo which one of you is going to fall for them first?â She would ask as Stan and Ford look at her with flustered cheeks.
âTheyâre just a friend!â
âYeah a friend!â The twins defective words would overlap which didnât help their matching blushes that looked like cherry tomatoes by now.
Shermie would then throw her arms over the boysâ shoulders and said. âThatâs what they all say until it becomes harder to ignore what you truly feel for them. Now it might be platonic but what about later on in the future where you look at them and suddenly think about planning a future with them.â
Now at this point neither Ford nor Stan truly understand what they felt for you at the time, they only thought they were being your protective friends whoâd glare at whoever from behind your back if they caught them looking at you weird. They thought they were looking out for you much like you did for them as they stood on either side of you like two towering towers.
After all they didnât have that many friends besides each other form such a young and so having you in their corner made you all the more special to the brothers.
You and Stan would playfully rough house, doddle in the margins of a notebook or write in code that youâve only just made up on the spot to one, another and just do dumb goofy stuff in your spare time.
You and Ford would read, come up with theories about the things in New Jersey to make them more interesting than they were, go on a âmonster chase of the weekâ type of adventures when you were bored and in need of thrills.
Stan and Ford were your boys and you would have their backs no matter what as they always had yours in return. Much how like you made Cathyâs life hell after she threw punch at Ford, thinking that standing in solidarity with him as you and Stan both threw punch at each other and making a right ass of yourselves in order to make Ford feel better.
You and Stan then tpâd the bitches house and probably caused property damage but if they couldnât see the person who did it, then did it actually happened in the first place? (Stans logical explanation to why tp someoneâs house in the dead of night was a great guise.)
Or the time you had gotten stood up on a date and Stan threatened the beat the little shit up while Ford - equally as upset at the coward who stood you up- was more focused on comforting you and reminding you of your self worth and how it should be dictated by you alone and not some temporary crush.
You thought that it would be you, Ford and Stanley against everyone, that youâd get to live with them until you were old and grey but life ultimately took you and Ford in different directions from Stanley, who at this point had resorted to conning people for a living after being kicked out of the house by his cunt of a father.
The rift between the brothers that you though wouldnât split from another for more then five minutes was larger then youâd like to admit, and it broke your heart to see them stand across from one another rather then beside each other.
Your parents refused to take him in afterwards despite your begging and pleading that youâll do better in school if they house Stanley for a while. Needless to say you were gutted about not having your friend in your life that you didnât take to your parents for a good while.
You did fairly well in school and ended up in Backupsmore university with Ford, who found a new friend in fiddleford and spent countless days and nights in the library doing extensive studies on the abnormal and the mysterious. You and Ford didnât have as much time for each other as you use to as kids, that and you couldnât contact Stanley who was god knows where, god knows what and getting into a fuckton of trouble. You missed it when days were a hell of a lot more simpler but thatâs not how life worked and you were being told this constantly.
Ford was excelling at everything while you were average at best and while Ford tried to help, he could tell your heart wasnât in to listening what he had to say and he knew the reason why.
âYou miss Stan.â He says one day when you came to his dorm for help.
âAnd you donât seem to miss him one bit.â You replied as you doodled a cartoon version of yourself, Stan and Ford celebrating a well earned victory over some weird lake monster that had a comedically large bump on it head.
âHe ruined his own life y/n why canât you accept that.â He reminds you but it was obvious that you werenât so willing to hear him out as you use to be. âI couldâve helped him Ford, I couldâve!â You cried.
âBut he didnât want your help, he was on the path of self destruction and he didnât want you getting caught in the aftermath of it all.â Ford said as he placed his hand on your shoulder, much like you did to him when you were younger. âStan is stubborn but wouldnât avoid you for no reason.â Ford adds as you look at him.
âAnd how would you know that?â You asked, brow raised.
âBecause I wouldnât avoid you for no reason either.â Ford admitted and you swore your saw a blush cut across his face. This conversation never gets brought up again by Ford as no matter how often you reminded him of it, heâs try to change the subject to something else entirely with a nervous laugh and shifty eyes.
You knew something was up and hated being left in the dark but you knew Ford was equally as stubborn as his brother, whether thatâs something heâd like to admit or not. However life moved on and so did you as soon you found yourself becoming Fordâs assistant and moving to Gravity Falls, a small town not on any map but had a reputation for being a little odd much like its residence.
#gravity falls x you#gravity falls x reader#gravity falls imagine#gravity falls imagines#gravity falls#stanford pines x you#stanley pines imagines#stanford pines imagines#stanford pines imagine#stanley pines imagine#stan pines imagines#stan pines imagine#stanford pines x reader#stanley pines x reader#stan pines x reader#ford pines x you#ford pines imagines#ford pines imagine#ford pines x reader#stanley pines x you
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#whenever my anxiety is acting up my first thought is well fuck you i ain't taking no ssris#because look it aint that bad my body just starts acting like i'm being hunted by sport for no fucking reason#but i still can breathe and function and all just also get kind of irritated in a way that i can be irrational too#BUT why would i take something that would make feel truly truly like shit and would TRULY impair me to function#i'm sorry i'm a hater of that shit idk and i can't afford not being able to function
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My unpopular (why) opinion is that Toshiro's and Falin's relationship (platonic obviously) is quite beautiful and if fans weren't so odd about shipping they'd see how very sweet it is that Toshiro started liking Falin when he realised she's an odd but gentle person, when he felt a sense of kinship that he likely never felt before.
From what we see they got along, Falin has a positive opinion of him, on the few instances when we actually see them talk (beyond just memories of them talking but no actual dialogue being shown to us) it's obvious she feels comfortable enough to be completely honest and transparent with him, while still minding his feelings. She likes the guy well enough, she doesn't want to hurt him.
The marriage proposal is actually so interesting... The way they communicate with each other. Falin let's Toshiro down gently, and reveals something so intimate about herself, how she's behaved until now, what she wants to do in the future, that she'd like to visit him again!
And Toshiro is so gentle. He obviously cares about her so much (and water is wet BUT im talking specifically about how it's portrayed in this scene). If what Maizuru says is true, that was the second time he made a "selfish" request ("marry me and come with me") but he simply asks this from her and offers reassurances, "I'll make sure you're comfortable", but he's not you know the Hardass some people pretend he is.
And what I love the most... When she rejects him not only does he accept it gracefully, he's inspired by her declaration that she wants to be more independent. Why did Falin say that? To spare his feelings further? Or because she knew that this realisation, which meant so much to her, would resonate with Toshiro too?
Gonna get personal but. I'm aroace, hello. I've had a few friendships go to shit because someone confessed to me and I rejected them. And exactly one where the person accepted it gracefully and our friendship, after surviving an awkward moment, blossomed.
Like. Relationships CHANGE, and they can develop and deepen and strengthen in many ways, regardless of the dynamic they take on. When aspecs say "friendship can be as important as romance" one of the things we mean is, allow romantic love to go back to platonic love and be stronger regardless OR EVEN because of it.
Like. How beautiful, that these two recognised a bit of themselves in each other, and knew how to approach the other. How beautiful that Ryoko tells us "their friendship survived a rejected proposal, when the commonly used trope would've made their friendship unviable from then on".
How beautiful that narratively Toshiro's sacrifice is never played for laughs or made fun of or devalued because """he didn't get the girl""', but instead the manga says "it didn't pan out but it wasn't a pointless sacrifice because Toshiro genuinely cared for Falin as a person, and always did what he thought was best even when it went against his normal behaviour." How beautiful that Falin wants to meet his friend Toshiro again, that she thinks to tell him "I'm going to start being an active participant in my own life" and Toshiro thinks "I think I need to start doing that too".
How beautifullll that a rejection ended with a promise to meet again, it's so beautiful am I insane? Can someone hear me hello?
The love was there and it mattered, but it's even better. The love shifts and survives because the care is genuine, because when you truly care about a person you'll want them in your life in whatever dynamic suits everyone involved the best. Because love, whether romantic or platonic or a mix of something else entirely, is selfless.
#rambles#toshiro nakamoto#Nakamoto Toshiro#TL;DR I LOVE THE REJECTION AND THE FACT THAT IT'S USED TO IMPLY WHERE BOTH CHARACTERS NEED TO GO IN ORDER TO GROW#I LOVE THAT FRIENDSHIP PREVAILS.... MLP WAS RIGHT YALL#falin touden#nervous about tagging Falin BUT i trust that the real fans will see what i mean#dungeon meshi#dunmesh meta#Toshiro Nakamoto you are SO demi. get behind me and the pack of lesbians you call your friends go smell a flower go look at a bug.#shuro#shurofali#shulin#<- platonic
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Commission for @itsafullmoon
A/N: thank you so much for commissioning again! It means the world. <3 This was so fun to write, everyone needs a friendly werewolf who takes care of you. I didn't include the bedroom part because i thought this would make more sense, hope yâall enjoy it!
Request: werewolf x fem!human Fem!reader is going through hard times and makes a habit of coming home from work to go cry in kitchen and continue upstairs to get ready for bed. Sheâs completely unaware that her neighbor has been closely watching her routine since she moved across the street 6 months ago, he desperately wants to know whatâs wrong, hurt who ever is hurting her!âŠ..decided, sheâs the perfect mate! I would like it mentioned in story that fem!human has long black hair.
Maybe Iâm a bit of a creep
Werewolf x fem!reader || oral sex, knotting || tw: stalker (lowkey)
After a long day at work, you arrive home like a soul in distress. You leave everything into a pile at the door and walk to the kitchen half zombie. Last couple weeks have been a complete nightmare and you just want to get home, drink some wine... and cry. So you are going to do exactly that.
You are a strong woman who can deal with all this shit and walk away after. But first: crying. Just a bit of crying and then you can keep going. You can do this. But your inner monologue itâs soon cut short by the first tear, followed by a thousand more. You stood there in the middle of your kitchen, face down as tears rolling down your face and falling to the floor. You donât even care you will probably have to clean that later.
You stood there, crying and sipping on some wine like every other day of the past days. You want to be stronger than that, but you just⊠Canât. Life is a mess and sometimes crying is the only way to make you feel a tiny fraction better. But apparently not even that can you do in peace.
Thereâs a knock on your back door. You look up at the clock and get a bit wary, grabbing your phone in case you need to speed dial the cops or something. âYes?â You donât dare opening without asking first.
âIâm your neighbor, can I borrow some salt?â His deep and grumpy voice⊠Your hot neighbor, the werewolf next door. Fuck.
You knock your head against the door and breathe deeply before answering. You frantically wipe the tears away. âI- sure.â You try to get yourself together as fast as possible, you probably look like a mess and heâs going to see you in all your misfortune. There they go all your opportunities to hit on him at some point. Fuck. Your luck is just the worst.
You open the door a bit and try to back down to get the salt, but before you can do that, heâs asking: âWhy are you crying?â
You try to be as subtle as possible as you try to wipe away a couple more tears that escaped your traitorous eyes. It doesnât work. âWhat? Iâm not.â It sounds fake even to your own ears, but you stay put, maybe you can gaslight him slightly to make him feel you are telling the truth.
That thought makes you feel like a shithead, but dang, you want to maintain some kind of dignity in this stupid situation. Why had to be him? Couldnât it be any other neighbor that is not hot as hell and you didnât want to bang since the first day he moved in next door? Ugh. Your luck is truly terrible.
He takes a deep breath and approaches you. âYou cry every night. Iâve seen you.â He wipes away some of your tears with his clawed, furry paw, and it takes you two more seconds to register what he just said.
You look at him like heâs crazy, because he truly is. Has he been spying on you? Is he a creep? âWhat? How? Dude are you a creep? Iâm going to call the cops.â You pull your phone from your pocket ready to do just that.
But he stops you âNo! No, donât do that. Iâm-â He stops mid sentence, thinking about it, and ends up saying: âwell, maybe Iâm a bit of a creep.â You want to cry and laugh at the same time, what is this situation? Is he really accepting being a creep? What the actual fuck. âItâs just that your kitchen window is right across my living room window and you cry here every night.â You look across your kitchen and true to his word, his living room is right across your kitchen window. Fuck.
Can you be more lame? Heâs been enjoying his dinner every night just to have you crying across the lawn like a pathetic woman. Lasts pieces of your self-respect feel like running away at that moment. Fuck. Your luck is truly and completely fucked up.
But to your surprise, and probably his, too, his next words make you both speechless: âLet me make you feel better.â You stare at him, mouth agape and your brain running so fast you canât even process what he just said. What the fuck does he mean by that?
âWhat?â You ask, finally, when your brain gains some kind of control back over your body. He stares at you, his ears twitching in the most werewolf way possible. You wonder if he can hear the rapid beat of your heart.
âLet. Me. Make. You. Feel. Better.â He enunciates each word as if you were stupid, and at that moment, you feel pretty stupid. Heâs so fucking handsome you canât control your own brain around him, or your reactions, or how fucking done with everything you are because you want to say yes to his innuendo so bad.
You try not to feel the anticipation about it, but you can feel your pussy getting excited about it. âHow are you going to do that?â You ask, you want to believe itâs an innuendo, but with your luck lately, you canât ignore that it might be just a stupid idea, and heâs just talking about making you soup or something.
He looks at you and smells the air, sniffing you. You donât know what you smell like, but he smirks and says: âIâm going to bend you down over the table and Iâm going to eat you out. And then⊠Iâm going to fuck you so hard you wonât be thinking about your problems anymore.â You feel your heartbeat accelerate even more, your pussy getting instantly wetter. Fuck.
âI-â You hesitate, even though your pussy is screaming at you to stop being stupid and take this opportunity, bet some werewolf dick would make you feel incredible.
He looks at you, his face impossibly tender. âSay yes.â His whisper is so soft and filled with emotion that you feel like crying again, but this time for very different reasons.
âYes,â you whisper back, feeling shy all of sudden.
âThank the goddess for that.â He drives right in, framing your face with his paws and kissing you until your brain is spinning. You break apart just for him to tear your clothes off your body, making you giggle at his eagerness. He manhandles you until you are face down on the table, bent down, and heâs kneeling behind you, his face right over your pussy. Thatâs hot. âBon appĂ©tit.â You are about to laugh at the absurdity of the moment and his words when you feel the first touch of his tongue against your pussy. God.
He gives you no heads up, he starts devouring your pussy like heâs a starved man and you are the last source of food in the whole world. He licks and kisses, and makes out with your cunt. Meanwhile, you donât know what to do with your hands, grabbing and pulling at your hair. You groan and cry out and feel like the universe is behind your eyes as he keeps eating you out desperately.
The orgasm catches you by surprise, arching your back and pushing your hips against his face as he grunts his approval. You grind your pussy back into his face as he makes the most erotic sounds of pleasure against your sensitive areas. When you come down from the high, heâs right there to catch you, his whole body covering your back as you feel the tip of his erection against your entrance.
âSay yes,â he repeats.
âYes.â This time is not shy or embarrassed, you are completely on board with it, you want to be fucked until you are a mess of heat and juices.
He grunts at your agreement and starts pushing in. You thought he would be wild and savage, entering you in one hard thrust like all those romance books you love. But he doesnât, he whispers sweet nothings to your ear, telling you how pretty you are, how he was wishing to ask you out since he moved in but didnât find the courage. He tells you about how perfect you are, how good of a mate youâd make for him. And you preen at his compliments, your insides getting warm and your heart accelerating to the point of worry.
But he keeps going, his dick so far inside you can feel him against the back of your throat. Fuck. âIs it fully inside?â You ask after heâs been still for a long moment.
âNot yet, just a bit more. Breathe slow for me, let me in.â You do exactly that and groan loud and deep when you feel the last of him enter you. Good goddess heâs so deep.
âYou are⊠so deep.â You let out, your breath caught in your throat. He stays put, not even moving a millimeter, and still whispering sweet nothings against your ear. Bit by bit you relax, and when the feeling inside of you is no longer overwhelming you groan out: âMove.â He waits no longer. He pulls back as much as he can and drives right in, a slow tempo that is driving you insane. âFaster. Harder,â you order, your brain already lost in pleasure. His dick is so big that he hits every single pleasure point at once.
âAre you sure?â He sounds uncertain and that makes you like him even more.
âYes!â You cry out as he complies, pulling out and back in fast and hard. You groan and moan and a chorus of ah ah ah joins the slap of skin against skin.
He keeps fucking you, the symphony of ecstasy getting louder and louder, but he keeps talking, âyour fucking black hair drives me insane.â He tells you, pulling at your hair hard and making you moan.
âWhat? Why?â His non-stopping pounding is driving you insane, thereâs no way you can focus enough to understand what heâs saying.
âI think about it constantly, what would you look with your hair tied back and on your knees? What would you look when I grab it and ride you? It drives me crazy, and now every time I see you in a ponytail I get a boner.â You giggle at his confession, but another hard thrust against your G-spot makes your eyes roll back. He keeps talking, âand you wear too many fucking ponytails.â He punctuates every word with a thrust that have you seeing the whole galaxy. His big balls are bouncing on your clit and you feel so close to the edge you think you are going to break into a million pieces.
He fucks two more orgasms out of you, your body lax and fucked out under him. You donât know if you could continue, but you have no strength to tell him anything about it. And it feels so good⊠Over-sensitivity making each thrust a new experience.
But when you think itâs close to ending, he asks, âare you ready to take my knot, mate?â You are startled at his words, but at that moment you wouldnât care even if a burglar broke in. You need him like you need air, you want to come around his fat knot next.
âYes!â You scream, a little part of your brain worrying someone could hear how loud you two are being, but not really caring.
His dick starts to expand inside of you, so big you cry out and thrash under him. He holds you down with his own body as he pushes inside fully. When his knot is fully settled, he starts to grind his hips against your ass, and you see starts, another orgasm being ripped off you. He groans when your pussy clenches around him, and you feel the first shoot of his cum deep inside. So much of it. He cums for what feels like hours.
He pulls out and you feel a gush of fluids dripping down your legs onto the floor. Gross. But fast as lightning, heâs there with a warm cloth, cleaning you out and telling you how pretty you look all fucked out. You donât move from your position, unable to, your legs feel like jelly.
A bit later, when you are on the sofa, your head on his chest and your ass on his lap, you ask him, âDid you mean it?â
He looks at you puzzled, confused like a puppy. âWhat?â
You breathe hard, trying not to overthink too much what you are about to say: âYou called me your mate.â
He stops, his face blank as he looks at you, deep in thought. But he doesnât make you wait long. âI- Yes. I mean it.â You feel your heart expand, like itâs being overfilled with joy and anticipation.
âWould you go out with me?â You finally ask, feeling your face blush as you hide it in his neck, softly biting the tendon there, making him moan.
He grabs your face in his big hands and makes you look at him. âIâd thought youâd never ask,â he says, a big feral grin showing all his teeth. You blush harder when he kisses you deeply.
Well, at least crying got you somewhere⊠To the lap of a hot werewolf.
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this is miguel oâhara being a dick
pairing: miguel oâhara x fem!reader
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miguel knows heâs fucked.
he has been neglecting you, putting his work above your needs and ditched on dates he canât count with his fingers. at first you were okay, given that youâre dating such a busy man like him, you understand the consequences.
but youâve had enough. there were nights where you cooked dinner, only to be left untouched by him or where you softly cried yourself in the middle of the night because he was still out. the only time he comes home is when youâre already asleep, then he left to the HQ in the morning before youâve gotten the chance to wake up.
you confronted him about this. paid a visit to his office before going to work. Jess and Lyla had warned you to not disturb him but you managed to make them back off with a single frightening look.
yes. they are scared of you. a lot of them are. they do not want to test you at all.
the moment you stepped into his office, he didnât even bother to look. eyes were just too focused on his work that he assumed Jess was the one who walked in.
âoh, youâre fucking your co-worker now?â your tone laced with sarcasm and anger with arms crossed over your chest,
hearing the familiar voice, he had never whipped his head so fast. ây/n? what are you doing here?â
âwellâ you start, heels clicking against the floor as you step towards him. âsince my boyfriend has been MIA for almost a week i figured i should stopped by.â
his head shook, turning his focus back to what he thought mattered most. ânot right now, mi amor. Iâm working.â
âi can see that, dumbassâ you respond in a cold tone. frowning as to why he couldnât take one second off from that god damn screen. âyou and me are going to get breakfast together. now. before i go to work.â
âi told you I canât. Iâm busyâ he replies, brushing you off with his hand. ânext time.â
âiâm a busy woman too!â your voice shakes, wanting so bad to scream at him and throw that tiny desk at his head. âbut I always want to make time for you, Miguel!â
no response. he muttered something under his breath but you couldnât hear him.
un-fucking-believable
âyouâre such a fucking asshole, you know that?â tone laced with venom as you spit the words. clenching your fists by your side as you struggle to hold back the tears. âi feel like this relationship is one sided, the only person that is truly making an effort is me. you donâtââ
Miguel couldnât take it anymore. he threw a desk and it went flying, thankfully it didnât hit you. though your eyes went wide in shock, a loud gasp left your lips as you covered your mouth with your hands.
âyouâre right! I donât! I donât care about some silly little fucking breakfast when the universe depends on me!â he pointed at himself as his irises turned red when he looked at you. his breathing went heavy and he still wasnât aware how scared you were at him at that point.
âdo you have any idea how fucking hard it is to keep all this shit together?! how many people will die if i donât do what i gotta do! I donât always like it, y/n but i have to do it! and here you are trying to play house with me itâs fucking pathetic!â he scoffed, putting his hands on hips.
oh he did not realize how much his words hurt.
the room was filled with silence. you stared at him in disbelief but remained a stoic expression. you were taught better than to be weak before any men. Miguel was no exception. your mother would be disappointed if you let a man win.
âwowâ you breathed, nodding. âthat was a good speech actually, the longest one Iâve ever heard you talkingâ you tried to sound sarcastic but how you felt and how you sounded failed you.
Miguel was quick to notice this and his features quickly soften. he reached out quickly to hold you.
âcariño iïżœïżœïżœâ
âIâm returning back to my apartment by five. do not fucking look for meâ it was final. the way you said it, how your eyes remained empty as you spoke to him. Miguel knew better than to test you,
but he just did and now heâs paying the price,
his heart broke when he heard you said that. you were so tired of him and you just wanted him back. you want your man back but he couldnât see how that mattered to you.
âbaby, pleaseââ
you held your hand as you turned around. âdonât you even think about sending Jess or Miles my way.â
with that you walked out of his office without uttering another word. leaving him speechless and heartbroken. he knew better than to follow you out, it would just make things worse. he was just going to let you cool off.
he didnât know how long it was gonna take.
it has been almost a month that you two have been living separately. and heâs losing his mind. he canât sleep, he canât eat, he can barely walk out of the house without seeing all the things that remind him of you. the team even sensed something is wrong because he has been more short tempered than before and it almost made the rest of spider society terrified of talking to him.
heâs gotten more violent, thatâs for sure. every enemy he encountered, he would leave them bleed with their faces unrecognizable. it was his way of taking his stress out. not exactly healthy but itâll do for now.
but he thinks that this has gotten too far. he misses you terribly, your scent, your laugh, your voice, your body, and mostly⊠your pussy
God, the amount of times he sniffed your panties while he jacked off as the image of you clouded his mind was simply not enough.
and now here he stands before your apartment door. dressed nicely in a white buttoned up shirt with his sleeves rolled to the elbows and a pair of black pants. his ring cladded fingers nervously grip around the boquete as the other hand shoved into his pocket.
Miguel had never been this nervous before. toeing his shoes and tapping his toes against the floor rapidly. itâs probably already been fifteen minutes that heâs standing like that staring at your door. thinking far too carefully what he wants to say.
he decides itâs now or never as he raises his fist and knock softly against the wooden door, hoping that youâre home.
âcoming!â he hears your voice, his stomach somersaults hearing that after what it felt like a thousand year. âi am so hungry, why are you delivery guys always taking soââ
soon as you open the door, you freeze. definitely not the takeout delivery boy and instead itâs the one person youâve been avoiding for God knows how long.
Miguelâs mouth hangs open slightly as he slowly taking in the sight of the gorgeous woman before him. you put on your favorite lime green night gown that stops just above your knees with a white silky robe, your hair fall down gracefully. natural curls framing your face. eyes glinting under the light, he almost falls to his knees and thank the Lord for your existence.
beauty doesnât even begin to describe how you look tonight.
Miguel realizes how he probably looks like an idiot. clearing his throat to regain his composure as he smiles awkwardly at you. âHi.â
you stare at him as your features then showcase a displeased expression. âwhat are you doing here?â
youâre leaning your body against the doorframe, arms crossed in annoyance. eyes flickering from his face to the flowers heâs holding and back up to his eyes. as much as you hate to see him, you canât help that little feeling of butterflies in your stomach when you see the flowers heâs holding.
tulips. your favorite
he takes a one step closer to your frame, breathing out a sigh as he looks down at you. âIâm sorry, mi amor.â
that earns a scoff from you, looking away. âgood start.â
âi was a horrible boyfriend.â he admits, gulping as he sees how sadness and exhaustion taking over your face just like that. âyou donât deserve that. what i said to you that day⊠none of it was true. you were not⊠pathetic, nor were the idea of having breakfast together⊠I appreciate every single thing weâve done together, baby. believe me, por favorâŠâ
a hard stare is the only thing he gets from you. the way your lips form into an angry pout and how your eyes seem to get tired and bored from his confession.
youâre a difficult person to please. he knows that.
âi know that being stress is no excuse of what Iâve done⊠I shouldâveâfuck I shouldâve done better. a month without you was like hell, mi corazon. ay, me sentĂ como si estuviera perdiendo la cabeza.â he sighs in frustration, head shaking as he recalls many sleepless nights. âi love you so so much. i do not want to go through that again ⊠i know that itâs going to take forever to get your trust back and everything, but i swear on my motherâs grave that iââ
âstop talkingâ
he shuts his mouth after that. eyes looking up to you when he realizes youâre talking to him after a prolonged silence thatâs taking over.
seeing how broken he looks almost feels like your heart got plucked. as mean as you are or as much as you wanted to look like you donât care, you canât when it comes to Miguel. you love this man far too much and despite his cold cold persona, thatâs a huge sweetheart underneath.
âyou hurt me, Miguel.â eyes casting down the floor as you try to keep your voice low. âyou threw a desk to my directionâŠâ
he shakes his head at that, resisting the urge to cradle your cheek. âlo siento, mi amor. I didnât meanââ
âyes i know, i heard you.â you sigh, eyes closed momentarily. âyou scared meâ
Miguel feels his heart breaks when he hears how your voice breaks. he carefully lifts his hand to softly palm your cheek, thumb grazing against the skin. he exhales a soft sigh when you arenât pushing him off.
âI didnât mean to do that to you, my love. fuck, Iâve hurt you. i will never forgive myself for that. i was supposed to be the one who protect you and i was being a huge asshole.â
âa cute one thoughâ you pout at him,
he chuckles at that, feeling the tension between you two are finally cutting down. âyouâre too sweet, baby⊠after all i had done to youâ
ânothing compared to how you treated me for the past two and a half years.â you smile sweetly at him, hand wrapping around his wrist. feeling at home once he holds you in his palm. âstill a good man.â
he shakes his head in disagreement. âno, no that doesnât excuse it⊠i was in the wrong.â
you hum in response, looking at the pretty flowers still in his hand. âare those for me?â
he nods with a smile, âyouâre my only woman, no?â
you bite the inside of your cheek as you smile, taking it from his grasp as you sniff the pretty petals. âi love them. thank you.â
he once again goes quiet, taking another step closer. eyes looking down at your glossy lips and he canât take it anymore. he doesnât care if heâs stepping boundaries here. âi miss you, cariño. can i show you just how much?â
his offer sends shiver down your spine, making it impossible for you to stand still. Miguel always knows your sweet spot, how to make your knees feel wobbly without having him to touch you.
you do miss him touching you,
âi have a ballet class to teach tomorrow, papi. Saturday morning class, you remember ?â a pout formed on your lips, yet you still allow him to pull you close to him as he closes the door behind. âplus donât you have work too? i bet Jess needs you.â
Migue nearly growls at you calling him âpapiâ. his jeans growing tight as you look up to him with doe eyes that you know he loves. though sometimes, you donât understand the effect you have on him.
âthat can wait⊠youâre more important to me than anythingâ he whispers, giving your open hand a kiss. large palm coming down to grip your waist, giving it a light squeeze. âdo you want me too?â
you respond with a slow nod, biting back a smile as you interlock your hand with his pulling him inside. his smirk grows wider as he leans over to capture your mouth in his,
âlet me fuck you real good then we can come home, eh mi vida?â he promises against your lips, slipping your soft silky robe off of you before picking you up in bridal style causing to shriek and giggle,
âi wanna hear you scream my name.â
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part 2?
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A Ballad of Lost Souls
Eric Draven (2024) X f!reader
Summary: what happens when two lost souls find each other? Cling to each other? Love could be a very dangerous drug indeed. You and Eric meet during rehab.
Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, brief handjob, hair pulling, choking, size difference, size kink if you squint, bit of inexperienced!reader, Eric is actually a sweetheart, unhealthy coping mechanisms, mentions of substance abuse, addiction, mentions of suicidal thoughts, this movie is dark what do you want me to say
Reader has tattoos, but has no further specifications, yâall get to be tattooed girlies today, youâre welcome
WC: 5.7K Iâm sorry
Inspo creds @kingkat12, she also posted an Eric fic with the same concept and some of the elements of this story like some of the dialogue bits were inspired after reading hers. Please give her some love! Sheâs a great writer
A/N: NOBODY LOOK AT ME. idc, I love Eric okay, stfu. I just had to write him. He just needs love man. Thatâs all. I want to give him love. So here you go. I might make a part two if thereâs enough interest. When I tell you the Eric fic supply is LOW, Iâve never seen one so LACKING. So I just had to yk? Enjoy and donât cancel me alright.
You didnât often dwell on the past. You had a live in the moment kind of mindset. You didnât know where youâd be tomorrow so you made the best of the moment. But sometimes, you wondered just where your bad decisions were taking you. You didnât mean to end up here, in this awful bubblegum pink sweater and sweatpants, surrounded by people who didnât care why you were here, or if you got better or not. The disappointed words of your mother played in your head, and the angry words of your father hammered in the back of your head. You were a fucking disappointment, and thatâs why you were here.Â
You thought about ending it. This mess your life had become. It wouldnât be too hard to find a razor around here if you truly tried. Who would miss you anyway? What even was the point of it all? By day two you couldnât take this shit anymore. And then you saw him in the yard. You were almost entranced by him. He was so tall, he towered over everyone he walked past, you couldnât imagine how ridiculous you would look standing next to him. You could see his ink cover his hands and fingers, and you wondered just how far the ink traveled. You were intrigued by him, he was quiet, morbidly so, he didnât say a word to anyone, no matter how much they pressed or tossed him around, he just stared. Whether it was the doctors, the counselors, the guards. He always chose silence. And he always had this look of defiance, of apathy, he took everything with a locked jaw and deadpan eyes. And that intrigued you.
Should you try to entertain anyone in this facility, let alone the loner covered in tattoos? No, absolutely not. But lord, something about him drew you in.Â
You caught glimpses of him for a few days, in the cafeteria when you walked past him to your table, maybe he thought you didnât notice, but you caught him turning his head to watch you walk by. One time, your eyes met, they were a pretty shade of green. It was brief though, as soon as he realized you caught him, his eyes were in front of his plate, but not before you managed to flash him a tiny smile. Welcoming, playful.Â
Eric remembered that.Â
The next time you saw him was out in the yard. They encouraged exercise in this place, for some dumb reason. The most people did around here was stand in a corner, feeling completely miserable under the scorching sun. But much to your surprise, after some time walking around the yard you found Eric, lingering by the gym equipment. It wasnât much, just a pull up bar and that was barely tall enough to accommodate him. No weights, of course, because someone could hurt themselves, or someone else with them. It wasnât much, but you couldnât help but watch as he pulled his sweatshirt over his head, revealing even more tattoos going up both of his arms. You stood in a corner like a fucking weirdo, watching as he did pull upâs, as best as he could having to bend his long legs to accommodate the short bar. Why were you just staring at this man youâve never even spoken to? Of that you had no clue. But you couldnât take your eyes away. He had his back to you, but even under the material of his white t-shirt you could see the muscles in his shoulders tense, his arms flexing with each pull. And you could only I magine the true sight of him. Sweat dripping down his forehead, lips pulled between his teeth as he did each pull. God, you felt like such a pervert. You shouldnât be eye fucking him like this, but you couldnât help it, something about him twisted the most secluded corners of your mind.
Ultimately your trance was cut short, since it didnât take long for a group of guys to take interest in whatever Eric was doing and went straight to push him around some more. You frowned, almost upset by the sight of him getting tossed around and hazed like this. You couldnât hear what was happening, but Eric had his head down, chest heavy as he clenched his fists at his sides, but he otherwise did nothing. You didnât care, any fucks you still had to give were gone the moment your parents and your ex-boyfriend conspired to send you here. You were about to walk over there, not caring about what weird opposite sex rules this place had. But when you started walking, Eric did too, getting shoulder checked as he pushed his way past the group of guys. You felt awful, you wanted to say something to him, but you were frozen when he walked past you, his green eyes shooting a quick glance at you, a bit of curiosity laced in them. But you were more focused on how his shirt was clinging to his sweaty chest. And just like that he was gone.
The next time you saw him was during a group meeting that afternoon. You were almost disappointed at first when he didnât show. You sulked into your seat for the first minute or two, upset you wouldnât get to see him today again. And then you saw him. His expression as apathetic as ever, like he would rather get beat up than sit through this bullshit. His hair was soaking wet, small droplets of water still falling from the tips of his raven hair. Great, now the image of him in the shower was ingrained into your brain. As if you didnât feel filthy enough.
You bit your lip softly, sitting up as he sat across from you, his expression blank with disinterest as his tattooed fingers played with the hem of his pink sweater. You werenât paying attention either, you were more entertained by the way his long legs spread open as he slouched on his chair, taking as much space as possible. You thought about how nice it would be to sit on his lap. You glanced at his hands, they were huge. How easily he could grab a hold of your ass, or hold you still by your neck. How his long fingers would feel so deep inside you. You thought about how easily he was doing those pull ups, and you thought just how easily he could hold you down, throw you around to as he pleased with you. Truly, you would happily let him use you. You could feel heat rush to your face as you crossed your legs, trying your best to ignore the heat pooling between your legs. Why were you lusting so hard over him? You didnât even know his name.Â
Almost as if he could hear your pounding heart, Eric looked up to find your eyes lingering on him, one leg crossed over the other tightly. He tilted his head with curiosity, and his fingers twitched around his sweatshirt as your eyes met. He didnât feel like looking away this time. The longer his hooded eyes were on you, the more nervous you became. You could feel your breath hitch in your chest as his eyes burned you. You only looked away when the counselor said your name, followed by stares.Â
Shit, were you supposed to say something?Â
You opened your mouth, immediately closing it as you had nothing to say. You didnât even hear the question. You pursed your lips and shook your head lightly. The counselor sighed softly and looked to the girl beside you instead. It was common for most people here to refrain from speaking so he didnât think too much about it. But when your eyes found Eric again, there was a small hint of amusement in his eyes, a ghost of a grin tugging at his plush lips. For the first time since youâve been here, you saw something other than disinterest on his face.Â
Perhaps he was just as drawn to you as you were to him.Â
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You pulled your lips into a disappointed pout as you searched around the cafeteria for his black mullet, not being able to find him. And here you thought today would be the day you finally spoke to him. You were about to sit at the nearest empty table when you found him. Even sitting down he stood out. You smiled to yourself, your heart pounding in your chest with anticipation. You looked around for guards, none were paying particular attention to you so you did it.Â
He lifted his head slightly to glance at you, a quick second before his eyes were back on his plate. You saw the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. You smiled to yourself.
âI like your ink.â Were the first words out of your mouth. You said them in one breath, afraid he would get up and leave. His eyes lifted from his hands to meet yours, his eyes then fell to your own hands, one of them covered in distinct patterns and colors from your wrist up to your fingers. He wondered what else you were hiding under your sweater, like him.
âHm.â He gave you a small nod, his plush lips pulled between his teeth in a way that had you clenching your thighs. âI like yours.âÂ
You smiled, the first genuine one since youâve gotten here.
âI have more.â You whispered, leaning close to him, like it was some secret only for his ears to hear. His eyes flickered with amusement and he gave you another hum, his eyes now looking everywhere they could in hope of finding said secrets.Â
âMe too.â His lips curved up the slightest bit as he lifted one of his sleeves up enough to reveal more tattoos going up his arm. Your eyes lit up as you excitedly leaned down closer with the excuse of getting a closer look. Your proximity was certainly way too close for this facility.
Leaning impossibly close to him without actually touching him, you looked up at him and with a playful smile you pulled down the collar of your sweatshirt to reveal more designs along your collarbone, the rest of the design hidden by your sweater as the colors continued down your shoulder.Â
âBut donât tell anyone.â You chewed on your bottom lip, trying to hide your smile. He gave you what sounded like a chuckle and he shrugged.
âWho would I tell?â Though his face remained expressionless, his eyes had a glint that mimicked your eagerness, he welcomed your proximity. âHere he comes.â
You were confused by his words and you opened your mouth to question him as he sat back, his head lifting in the direction behind your head.Â
âMales and females canât sit together!â One of the guards, one you had noticed had a particular thing with Eric shouted, roughly grabbing the back of his chair to force him up on his feet.
âHuh? Wait, why are you taking him?â You talked back to the guard. âHey, he didnât do anything! I was the one that sat here. IâIâll move. Donât be such an asshole! Leave him alone!â You tried to help, even going as far as standing up but the guard was already taking the new owner of all of your attention away. Your heart sank as you watched the guard shout at him as he dragged him away.
He had managed to turn his head back for a second, and when your eyes met, he half smiled at you. He was almost proud of the fact that you tried to stand up for him. âIâm Eric!â
You smiled.Â
~~~~~~
âFound you.â You skipped into Ericâs room, finally seeing his door open.
You hadnât seen him since you got him in trouble at their cafeteria the day before. You got in some trouble too. You had a one on one meeting with a counselor about your choice of words and your âtemperâ but it was nothing more than just a slap on the wrist. Truly, you felt worse about getting Eric in trouble more than anything. You didnât mean to, you just wanted to talk to him. He must have gotten punished because you didnât see him during gym hour. You leaned against the doorframe as he turned around to find you. Curiosity filled his otherwise empty eyes, and a glint of amusement replaced the usual apathy in his gaze.
âI never left.â He answered with a shrug as he shuffled through the mess that was made of his artwork. Sketch papers were scattered all over his room, torn off the walls. Perhaps after getting in trouble during lunch they used that as an excuse to go through his room.Â
âIâm sorry for getting you in trouble.â You expressed with genuine regret, shooting back a glance to the hallway before inviting yourself into his room. Much to the protest of the rational voice in your mind. You looked at the floor as you almost stepped on a piece of paper, you happily picked it up, admiring the black charcoal coating the page before you set it on his bed.
âIs that why youâre here? To apologize?â Eric asked almost cynically as he glanced over at you, not moving from where he stood.
âWell yeah. I didnât mean to get you in trouble.â You said sheepishly, a bit intimidated under his intense gaze. There was always a look of defiance in his green eyes, determination even. He gave you a sarcastic hum, which made you roll your eyes.
âWhy did you yell at the guard? You got in trouble too, didnât you?â He asked lowly, his head slightly tilted as he searched for that little thing you did around him, when you clenched your hands at your sides, or your thighs on your seat. His eyes irked with amusement when your fingers twitched at your sides and your lips parted open.
ââCause⊠You didnât do anything wrong. You never do anything, or say anything. And everyone around here always pushes you around. Itâs fucked up.â You answered quietly, daring to meet his eyes. He pulled his lips into a small pout and nodded slowly. His silence was always so nerve wracking to you.
âYeah, so?â
You scrunched up your face, sighing heavily at his questioning. What did he what you to say? You didnât know why you cared. You shrugged, picking up another piece of paper by your feet. You half glanced at it as you spoke.
âI dunno.. I just.. Oh myââ You cut yourself off as you gave the drawing in your hand a proper look. You narrowed your eyes, giving the drawing a closer look, and your jaw fell open. It looked like you, your hair falling over your face, dark scribbles covering your body symbolizing the unknown designs on your body, the only intelligible one being the patterns on your collarbone, the same one you had shown Eric. But what truly caught your eye was that you were in fact, completely nude. Truly, his imagination surprised you, he had imagined every curve of your body well, despite not having seen any part of it.
Based on your flustered expression, Eric could only assume which drawing you had picked up. He swallowed, his cheeks flushing pink being caught red handed. But he didnât look apologetic, at all.
âThis what you do in your spare time? Draw naked girls?â You asked with big eyes, the still working rational part of your mind screaming alarms, but a part of you also filled with excitement at his perverted mind. Almost as if you were on his mind as much as he was on yours.
He shook his head. âJust one.â He answered with a shrug, a challenging look in his eyes.Â
Either you walked out right then and there, and that would be that, or you would go all in. He was trying to figure out which one it would be.
âYou are very talented, this isââ You dragged your tongue over your lip as you walked closer to him, catching glances at his other artwork. Your heart pounded in your chest as you approached him, his gaze making you shudder. He said nothing as you stooped in front of him, now having to tilt his head down to meet your gaze. God this man was so goddamn tall. âYou could totally sell this for some money.â
âBut,â you continued, swallowing hard as you looked up at him, and the way his green eyes looked at you made your mind all fuzzy. God, you haven't felt this euphoric since you got here. This rush of adrenaline made you dizzy, but you pushed through it. âI see one flaw in your creativity.â
âOh?â He bit down on his plush lip, head tilted with curiosity. You hummed and nodded, daring to bring your fingers up his chest. His breath hitched in his chest, but he said nothing.
âI fear you donât have the full picture. My tattoos are more than just a scribble of ink.â You stated matter of factly, making him breathe out a small laugh.
âSorry. I work with what I have.â He shrugged his shoulders, trying to ignore the feeling of your hands itching up his chest.
âMaybe I should give you more to work with?â Your hands found the back of his neck and you instinctively stood on the ends of your toes, itching to get closer to him.
Eric glanced down at you, his eyes lingering on your own for a split second before glancing at your parted lips, soft breaths escaping you as you anxiously waited. He didnât have to think about it, he didnât want to. His mouth was on yours so hard you whined. His large hand found your hair, tilting your head back to meet your lips better.Â
You werenât sure when you ended up against the nearest wall, your legs wrapped around Ericâs slim waist as he held you up. You were right, he could hold you up like you were nothing. Truly, the oversized clothes you were forced to wear didnât do him any justice. You wondered what he was hiding under his sweatshirt.
His lips were messy on yours, his heavy breaths joining your soft whimpers. You were so caught up in the delicious feeling of his mouth claiming yours and his hands touching everywhere he could, you didnât hear the loud voices of guards calling your name and patient number. Reality dawned on you when you heard shouting down the hall for everyone to get out of their rooms. You patted Ericâs shoulder, forcing your lips away from his.Â
âEricâEric.â You said his name with urgency, making him look at you, eyes filled with greed as he chased your lips. âI have to go. I donât want to get you in trouble again.âÂ
He nodded after a second, setting you down on your feet after pressing one last kiss to your lips. You had a stupid smile on your face as you successfully sneaked out his room, the guards being distracted as they probably ransacked some poor bastard's room like they had done Ericâs. You glanced behind you as you hurried down the hall, catching a glimpse of Eric peeking his head through his door. He smiled. And it made your heart race.
You could not wait to see him again.
~~~~~~
âEric!ââ You slapped your hand over your mouth, attempting to quiet the desperate sounds leaving your mouth. But the way his tongue lapped at your sensitive clit and his long fingers rubbed against that one spot within your walls that had you squirming.
You didnât mean to end up in this position, ass naked on top of one of the washing machines in the laundry room, with Eric on his knees and his face between your thighs. Truly you didnât, you knew you would be in a lot of fucking trouble if you got caught. But the way his lips claimed yours, his tongue lacing with yours, his large hands grabbing at every part of your body like he didnât know which one he craved to touch more. He just wanted you so fucking bad, your kisses and little rubbing here and there for the past few days wasnât enough for him, or for you.
âI wanted to taste you so fucking bad.â He muttered against your clit, a groan rumbling in his throat when you pulled at the hairs on the back of his head, inadvertently holding his face closer against you. Not that he minded, he would stay here, with his fingers scissoring you open until you dripped on the surface underneath you.Â
âPleaseâfuck. That feels so good.â You didnât remember the last time someone made you feel this good. Not that you had much experience in this area, but this sure felt right.
Eric wrapped his free hand under your thigh, pulling you to the edge, closer to his mouth. He lapped at your pussy like he needed it, like it was the air in his lungs. The sounds leaving his mouth as your juices seeped around his fingers were almost as filthy as yours.Â
You felt like such a slut, chasing his mouth with your hips, heaving like a bitch in heat, and quietly begging him to grant you your release, as quiet as you could be with his fingers so deep and his tongue drawing delicious circles around your clit.Â
âJust like that baby⊠Just like that.â Eric mumbled, his fingers slipping and crooking against that perfect spot.Â
Your release was so sudden, and it hit you so hard you were shaking, sobbing violently into your hand. Your head was thrown back, eyes rolled into the back of your head. Eric dug his fingers into your thigh, his tongue slipping into your hole when his fingers left you.Â
âShitâEricââ You gasped, your thighs shaking as you weakly reached to grab his face.Â
With a grunt he peeled himself from the warmth of your thighs, he stood to his full height before leaning down to capture your lips. The taste of yourself lingering on his tongue made you moan. Disoriented, you reached down to rub where his cock was straining against his sweatpants. He groaned into your mouth, his large hand flew to catch your wrist.
âItâs okay.â He gave your lips a soft kiss as he pulled your hand away. You gave him an adorable frown, your mind still spinning from your orgasm.Â
âBut youââ He pressed another kiss to your lips, shutting you up. He moved his lips to your neck, latching on to that one spot that had you whining. Neither of you cared if everyone saw the mark he left.Â
âWeâll have time for that.â He mumbled against your skin. The way he slurred the words made your breath hitch. âRight?â
He pulled back to meet your eyes, blinking slowly as he waited for your response. You licked your lips softly, breath soft as you thought, how could he still question it. You were past the lusting. This was something else. You needed more of him, and it wasn't just sex you were craving. You wanted every part of him, even the parts of himself he didnât want.
âOf course.. This isnât.. Canât you tell? What you do to me. Iâve never..â You couldnât even form the right words, your mind still fuzzy with all these feelings you had no name for. You didnât need to explain. Whatever it was, Eric felt the same. And he smiled, he genuinely smiled. And what a pretty sight that was.
âWe should go.â He pressed his lips to the side of your head, smoothing down your hair and fixing your sweater. âCan you stand?â
You half nodded, gasping when he set you down on your feet and you instantly leaned on him for support. The sly smile on his face made you want to slap him. But deep down, you wanted to smile too.
~~~~~
The next time you saw Eric, he was walking down the hallway, his tall frame towering over the majority of people he walked past. He wasnât hard to find. You bit your lip, unable to contain your excitement as you hurried after him. Your fingers brushed his, and almost as if he knew your touch by heart, he wasnât startled, he didnât flinch either. When he turned his head, his eyes grew big at the sight of you, the corners of his lips curving into a tiny smile. You flashed him a whole smile, unapologetic about how happy it made you to see him. Your obsession with him over the past two weeks wasnât something you could explain, you knew it probably wasnât healthy. But when were you ever known for having healthy coping mechanisms? You found something that filled you and you clung to it.
âWhere are you going?â You asked him quietly as you walked beside him. He walked slower, but didnât look at you much, as not to bring unwanted attention to yourselves.
âLaundry room.â He said quietly, his eyes dropping to meet yours. And you shared that knowing and malicious look. You couldnât hide the smile on your lips. This time of day usually meant you could sneak off for a little while since most patients were having their once a week visitor, or phone call, which meant less guards were in every corner.
âIâm supposed to be out in two weeks.â You told Eric in between kisses, his lips trailed your jaw as his hands grabbed at your ass.Â
âIâm out in four.â He answered as he pressed you against the nearest wall. He grabbed your face between his large hands, pulling you to meet his eager mouth. You whined, fists clenched around the front of his sweatshirt. You couldnât go two weeks without seeing him, you would go fucking mad.
âI donât want to wait a month to be with you.â You breathed out, your chest heavy as the words left your mouth. âIâm supposed to go back to my parents when I get out. They agreed to take me in to follow my treatment, but I donât want to go. Theyâre the ones that put me here.âÂ
âI donât have anywhere to go.â You barely heard him as he spoke, almost as if the words pained him, broke something deep inside him. It broke something in you, too.
âYou can come with me. I have a little place and some money saved. Itâs not much but.. If you want.. We could.. We could try something for real?â You trailed off, afraid he would reject you. It was one thing to mess around in here, where neither of you had anything else, anyone else to cling to, but this being anything other than a desperate bond by two lost souls was a different story. Outside of these walls, he could find anyone else, he didnât have to keep the broken girl he fingered in a shitty laundry room.
âI would like that. I would like something real, with you.â His words were soft, as were his hands holding your face as he pressed his forehead against yours. You breathed out a laugh of relief. âFuck this place. Weâll do it tomorrow, during shift change. Thereâs a vent up here that leads to the yard.â
You pulled him down by his sweatshirt, your lips crashing against his. He laced his fingers in your hair as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You welcomed it, lips parting as you locked your arms around his neck.Â
âEric.â You said his name softly in a quiet plea. He opened his eyes to find your desperate gaze. He told himself he wanted to be better, he knew you deserved better, but when you said his name like that, when you looked at him like that. He was no better. âI donât think I can wait anymore. Please, I⊠I needâŠâ
âNeed what?â His words were coated with arousal, he knew fucking well what you meant. But he wanted to hear you say it.
âFuckââ You kissed his lips roughly, any sanity and restraint you mightâve once had, completely. You canât trust an addict to have good self-control, now could you? âTake me. Iâm yours, just take me.â
âFuck.â Now it was his turn to lose his sanity. He gave your lips one last kiss as he squeezed your cheeks between his fingers, licking your lips before he spun you around to face the wall. âYouâre a sweet girl, donât forget that. I swear I will fuck you properly on a bed, with flowers and shit.âÂ
His words were rough in your ear as he pressed his lips to your jaw, his hands making quick work of pulling down your sweatpants and panties. They pooled around your ankles as he kicked your legs open as far as they went.
âI like carnations.â You gasped as the cool air hit your exposed cunt. You heard him chuckle beside your ear.
âThose are pretty. Theyâre pretty like you.â He hummed as he brought two fingers up to your lips. You happily took them in your mouth. Eric almost moaned at the sight. One of these days he needed to have you sucking his cock. One of these days.Â
Eric pulled his fingers from your lips and with a kiss to the back of your head, he sunk his coated fingers into your hole. Your mouth fell open, your forehead falling against the wall. You were instantly chasing his fingers, soft whimpers leaving your lips as you happily rode them. You didnât know how he did it, how he could have you dripping around his fingers in a matter of a minute or two. You were clawing at the wall, silent moans spilling from you when he pulled his fingers from you. He watched almost proudly as your slick coated your thighs.Â
âCan I take this off?â He asked quietly, tugging at the hem of your sweater. You made a humming sound, as best as you could. As if he needed to ask. Eric was happy to rid you of your sweater, more happy to find more hidden tattoos going all over both of your arms. He craved to find every single one of your tattoos, and kiss every one. But he knew it would be best to be quick.
His own sweatshirt met the same fate, and with a kiss to your cheek, he grabbed one of your hips as he pulled down his sweats enough to free his cock. A groan left his lips as he dragged his cock between your folds, coating himself in your slick. You gasped, not being able to see him, but already knowing he was big.Â
âLet me know if it hurts, hm? Iâll take it easy, I promise.â He pressed his lips to your jaw, inhaling your sweet scent as he slowly sank himself into you. Only his tip was in and you could already feel the sting of his cock stretching you wide open.
âFuck. Fuck, oh my godââ You squeezed your eyes shut, fingers clenching around nothing as he slowly filled your further, inch by inch.
âItâs okay. You want me to stop?â He asked, shushing you softly as he sat still, allowing you to adjust to the burning feeling of his size. Fuck, you should have known someone as tall as him would be this big. Somehow, it didnât occur to you.
âNo. âm okay. Keep going.â You reached behind you to touch him, your fingers gracing over the side of his face. He nodded into your neck, one of his hands sneaking to the front of you to play with your clit to ease you as he sank into you until his hips rutted against your ass. He sat still, speaking filthy words into your ear until you were whimpering, needing to feel more. âEric, please.â
You didnât need to tell him twice. His pace was slow at first, slow strokes that allowed you to revel in the feeling of his cock in and out of your walls. But as you both began to grow desperate, pathetic sounds leaving your lips and groans of pleasure leaving him, his pace picked up. It was grueling, how he fucked you against that wall. You braced yourself with one hand, the other holding his face behind you as he leaned his head to capture your parted lips into a messy kiss. He swallowed your sweet sounds as the sting of his cock had you squeezing the life out of him.
âFuck, I have been dreaming about this since I saw you. You always looked so pretty when you looked at me.â He whispered in your ear, his hand wrapping around your hair as he forced your head back, exposing your neck. You cried out, his roughness making you clench around him. He cursed, covering your mouth with his large hand. âI need you to keep it down for me, baby. You donât want us to get caught, do you?âÂ
You shook your head, doing your best to contain the sounds he was pulling from you. His hand slowly left your mouth, trusting you could keep your sounds to a minimum. You bit down on your lip, eyes squeezed shut as his cock split you open. You swore you had never been this utterly fucked out, so cock drunk before. You had never needed anyone so badly. You had never felt so strongly about anyone. You had always found something to cling to, pain, tattoos, in your more miserable and recent yearsâdrugs, and now him. But him? This feeling he gave you, it was like nothing you had ever felt before. You wanted to hold on to him until your final breath of air left your lungs.
âI wanted thisâyouâso fucking bad. I needed to have you.â Eric grunted, lips latching on to that spot on your neck where the previous hickey he had left was starting to fade. âIâm so crazy about you, no amount of rehab could fix me.âÂ
You moaned at his words, letting them sink in. He was down so bad for you, probably as much as you were. Two addicts, seeking refuge in each other, craving this adrenaline, it was a kick you had never felt before. It was a kick only lust and passion could bring. And he ignited that deep within your soul.Â
âMe too.â You panted, lips parting in ecstasy as one of his tattooed hands loosely wrapped around your throat. Fuck, the way his whole hand covered your entire neck made you gush all over his cock. âIâve never wanted anyone this bad. Youâah!âI need you all the fucking time.â
âThen you can have me,â His fingers squeezed your throat tighter, his thick cock so deep you swore you could feel him in your fucking cervix. âAll the fucking time. Forever.âÂ
Tears filled your ears as you could feel your release near, your thighs shuddering as you felt your legs start to give out. Eric was quick to press you further against the wall, his back flush against your chest, sweaty forehead pressed against your cheek as his cock rutted against you, over and over, until you were chanting a string of uh-uh-uhâs, your mind too overcome with the pleasure he was giving you to even speak.Â
âI want you to come on my cock so fucking bad. I need it.â Groans fell freely from his chest as he once again slipped a hand to your swollen clit. The pressure of his rough fingers made you gasp, your throat closing under his grip. Your release hit you so hard you were sobbing, though mostly muffled by his tight grip. Tears fell down your cheek as your orgasm left you a shaking mess. You had never felt this way beforeâso overcome with pleasure you cried.
âShh, itâs okay baby. Good girl.â The hand on your throat left to wipe at your tears, soothing you as you came crashing down.Â
Eric fucked you through your release, frantically chasing his own. His name left your lips with praise, sobs of your remnant pleasure as he pushed you to the point of overstimulation. But it wasnât until he felt his own release near that he pulled out of you. Without saying a word, he grabbed one of your hands and wrapped it around his thick cock, his own hand guiding yours up and down his slick length, sweet praises leaving his lips until he was spilling himself.Â
Heavy breaths and pants of exhaustion filled the small laundry room, the air smelled like sex, and the remnants of your forbidden times were left as evidence. Eric eventually spun you around to face him, a soft smile on his lips. You had only ever seen it once, after he ate you out days ago. It was rare to see Eric smile, but you made it a vow to yourself that you would always make him smile like this.
âHow fucked up are we? Finding comfort in each other like this. Did it ever cross your mind?â You said softly as Eric helped you dress. He was bending down to grab your sweater and he stood up to his full height, towering over you, and his eyes were laced with an indescribable feeling.
âWhen I first saw you, I didnât know what it was, but I was so drawn to you, I looked for you everyday, and I thought I would go mad if I didnât have you. And right now, I can tell you itâs not just lust. Iâm entranced by you, I need you all the time. And if thereâs one thing I learned from this fucking place is that you have to latch on to something, otherwise youâll drown.âÂ
You were speechless, nothing but your soft breaths could be heard. A smile fell on your lips and you leaned into his chest. Eric sighed softly, wrapping his arms around you, holding you close to his chest, heâd be damn if he ever let you go anywhere but here.
âAddicts will be addicts, no matter how much they try to fix us. But itâs not always to drugs weâre addicted to.â You sighed softly, closing your eyes as you sank into the feeling of his arms. âThis feeling? I never want it to stop.â
âIt doesnât have to.â He mumbled into your hair, in his head reminding himself of your limited time, but he refused to let you go just yet. âForever, right?â
âYeah, forever.â
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