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that-one-ostrich-friend · 2 days ago

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Delicate Part V

sirius black x reader - delicate part v

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link to part vi

summary: this is part v of a sirius black x ravenclaw!reader series. a slow burn romance with platonic remus x reader and maybe some flirtatious remus x reader if you squint a lot lol

warnings: y/n is from ravenclaw (not sure if that’s even a needed warning) so sorry if that’s not your house

a/n: umm wow I had a lot of exams lol… sorry for taking so long but part v is here!! hopefully i’ll get part vi out a little faster… anyways thank you so much for all the likes and reblogs!!!

The days following the hug were strange. In the quiet of the library and the hallways of Hogwarts, y/n could feel the shift between her and Sirius, but she couldn’t decide if it was something good or something that had made everything more complicated. The walls between them had been chipped away, but now, they were starting to build themselves back up. Slowly. Carefully. She had noticed the change in him, but she wasn’t sure how to interpret it. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted to.

The rest of the project went by in a blur. They polished their spell and earned top marks. The project was far behind them now, but the strange tension from that night in the library was not.

The shift was subtle at first—small gestures, lingering glances that she would catch out of the corner of her eye. Nothing overt, nothing that screamed romance, but enough to make her heart skip a beat when she wasn’t paying attention.

The Great Hall was bustling with students, the chatter and clinking of silverware filling the air as y/n sat at the Ravenclaw table, buried in her notes. She’d been avoiding Sirius. After the moment they shared in the library, something had shifted in her, and she wasn't sure what to do with it. She had convinced herself it was nothing—just a fleeting moment of vulnerability. But Sirius wasn’t making it easy to forget.

She glanced up from her book, her focus faltering for just a second as she caught sight of him. Sirius Black, as usual, was surrounded by a group of his friends, laughing and being the center of attention. But today, his eyes seemed to be searching for something—or someone. When they locked with hers from across the room, a grin tugged at his lips.

Before y/n could even process the situation, he pushed his way through the crowd and made his way toward the Ravenclaw table, his usual swagger accentuated by a cocky tilt of his head.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, his voice low, and too casual to be entirely innocent. He leaned in just enough for her to catch the scent of his cologne, a mix of something earthy and a little wild, just like him.

Y/n didn’t immediately respond. Her eyes narrowed as she glanced at him, sensing the familiar flirtation in his tone, but this time, it felt different—like he was testing something, or maybe... trying to push her buttons. He’d been like this before, overly confident and playful, but today, there was something sharper behind it.

“You’re just going to sit here, all... charming, and expect me to entertain you?” Y/n asked, her voice cool, her brow raised. She could feel the heat of his presence, the way it felt like he was trying to draw her into his orbit again.

He flashed her a cocky grin, clearly undeterred. “Why not? It’s more fun sitting next to the most fascinating person in the room.” He leaned a little closer, his elbow brushing hers on purpose as he picked up a piece of bread from her plate. “I’d say I’m pretty good company, don’t you think?”

Sirius’s smile didn’t falter, but there was something in his eyes that looked… off. It was a flicker of something she hadn’t seen before, but y/n wasn’t sure what to make of it. She had dealt with enough flirtation and playful banter to know when someone was being genuine and when they were just putting on an act. And right now, Sirius was putting on an act.

His charm, the way he leaned in just a little too close, it all felt like another one of his games. And she wasn’t interested in playing.

“I don’t know,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “It’s just… I don’t want to get caught up in all that. You’re not the only one who has to deal with things, you know. I don’t need anyone making everything more complicated.”

Sirius’s eyebrows knit together slightly, but he quickly masked it with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “What? You think I’m trying to make things complicated?”

Y/n took a deliberate breath before finally answering. "I think you’re trying to make something out of nothing." Her tone wasn’t harsh, but it was resolute. "And I don’t have time for distractions like that right now."

Sirius leaned back slightly, his grin faltering for just a fraction of a second before it returned, though this time it felt more like a mask than anything else. "Distractions, huh? I didn’t realize I was such a problem for you, Ravenclaw."

His teasing tone grated on her nerves more than usual. "You’re not a problem," she said quickly, her voice softening out of habit. "I just... I know how you are, Sirius. And I’m not interested in being the next joke or experiment for you."

The words landed harder than she’d intended, and for a moment, Sirius’s face shifted. The easygoing, confident smirk melted into something unreadable, and his grey eyes studied her as if searching for something.

"Is that what you think I’m doing?" he asked, his voice quieter now. The usual bravado was gone, replaced by something almost vulnerable.

Y/n hesitated. She wasn’t sure what to say. This wasn’t how she’d imagined the conversation going, but now she felt like she’d stepped into dangerous territory. "I don’t know what you’re doing," she admitted finally, meeting his gaze. "But whatever it is, I don’t think it’s real."

The silence that followed felt suffocating. Sirius didn’t look away, but there was a weight in his expression that made her heart twist unexpectedly. When he finally spoke, his voice carried a hint of bitterness, "Right." Before she could respond, he pushed himself off the bench, his movements sharp and deliberate. "Well, thanks for the reality check, y/n. Wouldn’t want to waste your time."

And with that, he turned and walked away, his usual swagger noticeably absent.

The distance between them grew over the next few days. Sirius didn’t approach her again, though Y/n caught him glancing her way a few times, only to turn away when their eyes met. For her part, she threw herself deeper into her studies, refusing to let the strange interaction occupy space in her mind.

Their exchange at the Ravenclaw table had left her feeling frustrated, exposed, and conflicted. His cocky demeanor and teasing words felt like layers he was hiding behind, and she wasn’t interested in trying to peel them back to figure out what was real. It wasn’t her responsibility, and she told herself she didn’t care to try.

But the truth was harder to face in quiet moments. Alone in her dormitory, her mind would drift back to the way his expression faltered when she said she wasn’t interested in being another one of his games. She hadn’t expected the flash of hurt in his eyes or the weight in his voice when he asked if that’s what she thought of him.

Her chest tightened as she replayed the conversation over and over, dissecting every word and gesture. Was she wrong? Had she judged him too harshly? And if she had, did it even matter? It wasn’t like Sirius Black was losing sleep over her opinion.

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But Sirius couldn’t stop thinking about it. For the first time, his usual charm had failed, and the rejection had hit harder than he expected. It wasn’t just that she’d dismissed him—it was the way she saw straight through him, saw the parts of himself he worked so hard to hide.

“She’s not stupid, Pads, she won’t fall for every guy that looks her way,” Remus said quietly one evening, as Sirius sat brooding in the Gryffindor common room.

“I know,” Sirius muttered.

“So what are you going to do about it?”

Sirius sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know. She’s—she’s different. She doesn’t fall for the usual stuff. And I—I think I screwed it up.”

Remus raised an eyebrow. “Maybe start by figuring out what you actually want from her. Because if this is just another game to you, she’s right to walk away.”

Sirius didn’t answer, but the weight of Remus’s words settled heavily in his chest. For the first time, he realized he didn’t have an answer—not for Remus, not for Y/n, and not for himself.

As the days stretched into weeks, the distance between him and Y/n only grew, and Sirius couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ruined something he hadn’t even fully understood.

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lillaydee · 3 days ago

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The Arrangement Part 11

Frontier! Joel Miller / Reader

Your life crumbled to nothing during a migration to Jackson, forcing you to agree to an arrangement just to survive.

NOTE: Possible inaccuracies in baby developments, food intake and inheritance or ownership laws coming. I really know nothing, but I needed to put some stuff in for the sake of the story line, so please forgive me and take everything in the spirit of storytelling yeah?

WARNINGS: Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Ellie & Joel Bonding (The Last of Us), Good Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Soft Joel (The Last of Us), Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Hurt Joel (The Last of Us), Joel Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (The Last of Us), Jealousy, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst, Frontier Joel, Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Virgin Joel, Virgin Reader, Minor Character Death, Period-typical Misogyny, Marriage of Convenience

SERIES MASTERLIST

Part 10

WARNING - POSSIBLE NON-SMUTTING SMUT COMING UP.

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Joel stared at you for a while, asking you if you were sure. His breathing immediately changed when you shyly nodded, biting your lower lip. It’s okay, you told him. We can learn together. He lowered his body and hugged you tight, being careful not to squish you.

“I’m terrified that I might hurt you again,” he whispered. “I don’t think I can put you through that again.”

You coaxed him into lifting his head, rubbing your nose to his, telling him that you promised you would tell him if he hurt you this time.

“You promise?”

“I do.”

“I love you, darling.”

“Love you too… please, husband, kiss me. I miss my husband’s lips.”

He kissed you, slow and deliberate, determined to take his time. He wanted to feel you, savour you, make you feel good. His hands began roaming about your body, slowly caressing every inch of you that he could reach. He kept at it until you were writhing for more, leaving your lips, kissing you tenderly all over your face, telling you over and over that he loved you, that he’s sorry, that he couldn’t live without you, whispering how beautiful you were, how lucky he was to have you as his wife. He trailed his kisses to your cheek, onto your ear, tracing it with his tongue, listening to your breathing change, softly smiling, aware that he was already doing better than he did before.

He traced the soft outlines of your jaw with his own, his scruff leaving a delicious trail on your skin, before going lower to your neck, placing open mouthed kisses as he went, feeling your hands caressing his back, your mouth opened, your eyes trying so hard to stay open to watch him go lower down your body.

His hands unbuttoned your dress, where his clumsy, massive fingers had trouble with dealing with some of the more delicate, decorative ones, before he looked at you pleadingly, asking for help. You laughed, undoing the buttons yourself. Your hands were barely finished with the final button when he ripped the front of your dress apart, revealing your camisole and drawers to him. He sat between your legs, taking in what he saw, the materials nowhere near thick enough to hide what was underneath.

You sat up, taking your hands out of the sleeves of your dress, lifting your body slightly to pull the dress out from under you. He had gone still, his eyes roving over your naked shoulders, your neckline, your bare arms, your almost exposed chest… You hesitated at first, but your hands slowly went to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head. You got closer to him, trailing your fingers over his lips, lightly going lower and lower over his chin, his neck, his strong chest, down to his stomach, where your trail was obstructed by his trousers, where something was tenting it. You made to untie his trousers, your hand brushing against his hard member, and he stopped you, his breath ragged, his eyes closed, shaking his head, telling you not yet.

He toyed with the hem of your camisole, his eyes darting up to yours, seeking permission to take it off. You lowered you gaze, took a deep breath, and lifted it off your head yourself, and you heard his breathing noticeably stopped.

He was openly staring at your chest, eyes wide, pupils black, mouth open, jaw slack, looking like he could salivate at any moment. He was frozen, though. You suddenly got self-conscious, your hand shooting up across your chest. His hands shot up, taking your hand off, placing it at your side, before travelling back up to touch your breasts gently, his breathing had resumed, harder than before. He toyed with the underside, before his thumbs grazed your nipples, causing your eyes to close, your breath hitching.

His eyes shot up to yours, a small smile gracing his lips from your reaction. He leaned over and kissed you, slowly setting you back down on the mattress, one hand on your cheek, the other remaining on your breast, toying with your nipple, and when he accidentally flicked it, you responded with an involuntary moan.

His lips quickly left yours, lowering down to your chest, taking your right nipple into his mouth, and your body surged upwards, your hand going to the back of his head. His left hand toyed with your left breast, plucking at your nipple, while his mouth and tongue worked together, doing unthinkable, delicious things to your right one, before switching over to your left, his right hand immediately taking over what his mouth had just left behind.

He was making you feel so good, oh, so good. But it was still not enough. Your body had trouble staying still, his dalliances left the rest of your body not covered by his warm mouth or hands shivering. His hips began rocking into yours, brushing against your lower region, making you swoon. You rocked your hips back up to him, and the pressure of his hardness between your legs left you light headed.

He groaned, pulling back to crush his lips against yours, hands all over your body, pulling you so close to him you could hardly breathe.

Were you breathing? Did you say something? Did he say something?

Huh?

“I asked if you liked that, darling, but I think I know the answer.”

There was a smirk on his face, looking so happy he made you feel good.

“Please don’t stop. Please…”

He kissed you again, before going lower down your body, licking every inch of your skin all the way down to your belly button, before sitting back up, his hands untying your drawers, before placing them on your waistband, looking up at you, asking you if he could please, please, take it off.

You lifted your hips, and he carefully, slowly, slipped the material off you, his eyes landing immediately between your legs. You closed your legs, earning you a groan from him, his chin fell onto your knees, arms hugging them, his eyes begging, pleading with you to open them back up. Please, darling. Let me see you.

You had no idea what came over you. But you pouted and shook your head, your eyes cheeky. You first, you said, a sly smile on your face. He huffed a small laugh, before getting off the bed, and hesitantly, slowly, lowering his trousers, letting it fall onto the floor. He stepped out of them, his eyes on you, his nerves and insecurity clearly showing.

Oh my.

It’s no wonder you were in so much pain.

You sat up, hands immediately taking his thighs, pulling him closer to you. You stared at this beautiful, magnificent piece of equipment he had been hiding from you, and with much curiosity, you lifted your hand, and lightly traced the length of it with your finger.

His body jerked backwards, hissing at your touch, his eyes closed, his member twitching, as if having a life of its own. Your hands shot out and grabbed his thighs again, eyes pleading at him to come back closer, and he did, albeit with much reluctance. You retraced the strong, visible vein that you saw, his hands going up to clutch his own hair, his chest heaving, his breath sounding like he was in danger of exploding. You kept going, until you reached his balls, at which point he pulled your hand away, his breath sounding as if he had just ran uphill, telling you that you needed to stop.

“Why? Am I hurting you?”

“God, no. It felt too good, darling. I want to make you feel good before I finish.”

“You did.”

“No, darling. I’m not done.”

There was such promise in his eyes, you decided to give in. He kissed you again, pushing you gently back down, before putting his hands on your knees, gently prying it open for him. Please open your legs darling, let me see.

You parted your legs a little bit, and he sat cross legged right up to you, placing your legs above his knees, hanging off his lap. He stared at your lady, seemingly awestruck by what he saw, his rough, calloused, hardworking hands caressing your thighs. He looked at you, realizing that you had your hands bunched up together on your tummy, eyes averted from his own. He took your hands in his, gently prying them apart, asking you to please look at him. Please, Darling, I need to see your beautiful face to know if I’m hurting you, alright?

You nodded, your nerves showing. He asked if he could please touch you. You nodded, prepared to close your legs, too nervous and embarrassed for words. He kissed your hands, telling you that you are beautiful. All of you, Darling. She’s beautiful. Just like you.

And with that, he wet his fingers with his mouth and placed them on your lady.

Oh.

Your legs involuntarily jerked.

His eyes darted towards yours, checking on you, to see of you were alright.

He moved his fingers slightly.

Oh, my.

Your legs seemed to have a habit of jerking today. Perhaps the ailment you had felt before, the one where your legs felt weak when watching him bathe was back?

He moved his fingers lower, and you gasped a little, your hips twitching. He then moved back to where he originally was, moving his fingers gently in small circles, just ghosting off your pleasure point, causing your breath to hitch.

“Am I hurting you darling?”

You could only shake your head, your eyes having trouble staying open.

He continued what he was doing, more pressure this time, and your hands clutched the sheets on his bed. His fingers continued circling, a lazy movement, making you lose all sense of senses and time of day. He kept at it, going lower every few minutes, before continuing, faster, tighter, as your breath got shorter, raspier, harder.

Something was happening. The ailment you felt before, it’s not only back, it’s vengeful… oh no, or dear Lord, oh God, what was happening to you? Your heart was beating far too fast, your breath in short bursts. You must be dying. This was it. You were going to die. You were sure of it. And yet, you were not afraid, looking forward to it, in fact. Something was telling you to bear it, you were climbing, higher, higher, higher. What you were climbing exactly, you didn’t know. But this climb felt so good. Your chest was heaving, your breath loud, your throat dry, your head empty, and suddenly, your body seized, your mouth open, a silent scream that only you could hear filling your ears, your head shot back on your pillow, eyes shut tight, as bursts of pleasure shot through your entire body, beginning at your core, where your husband’s fingers were working their wonders on you, travelling all the way to the ends of your limbs, all over every surface of your skin, before going up to your head, releasing itself through the roots of your hair.

When the world had righted itself again, you opened your eyes, your sight spotty, your ears ringing, to see your husband sitting between your legs, the most elated look on his face, his free hand rubbing your tummy, his dominant hand rubbing your lady lightly, causing you to jerk away from him.

“Joel…”

“Did you like it, darling?”

You couldn’t answer. But he took your wide smile and flushed body as a yes, happiness clearly written all over his face. He looked at his hand, now wet from your lady’s celebration, his smile disappearing, his hand lifted to his mouth, before he slowly tasted your dripping juices off it.

“Joel, no!”

It was like he couldn’t hear you. His eyes were shut, savouring what he was tasting, a moan escaping him, before he opened his eyes, dark with need, and lowered himself between your legs, hugging your thighs tightly to his shoulders.

Oh dear God. What was he doing?

You felt something touching your lady, slowly, tentatively. You got up on your elbows to see. Both his hands were visible to you, tightly holding your thighs in place. His eyes visible to you, from between your legs. But… if his hands were right there… what was doing this delicious…

Oh…

His beautiful face was pressed almost right up to your lady.

Oh, dear Lord. How obscene.

Before you could say anything, he took a deep breath, his eyes closing in ecstasy, before his tongue continued what his fingers started.

He feasted on you, his tongue playing with your pleasure centre, a hungry growl escaping his throat as he devoured your lady, tearing you apart layer by layer, making you cry out, babbling some nonsensical mumbo jumbo that could rival Ellie’s yammering, your legs were shaking, your hips lifting, seeking more from him. You felt yourself begin to climb, when suddenly, you felt his fingers join his mouth, gently, slowly, probing your entrance, before pushing in.

His name, Joel, was a simple name. Four letters. And even then, the E was silent. So really, his name only required three letters to pronounce, one single syllable. Up until now, you had no idea that saying his name, that simple, single-syllabled, three lettered name, would be such an impossibility.

You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t say his name. Hell, you couldn’t remember your own name. The sounds this man was pulling out of you were those you had never thought you could ever make before. You could feel him moving his fingers in and out of you, his tongue moving faster and faster, before you felt his fingers stretching you, making you scramble for purchase of anything within reach, breathing no longer possible, and before you knew it, you were grasping at his hair, your body lifting, your back arched, as the climb peaked, faster, harder, stronger than before, leaving your body trembling and tingling, your ears ringing, and before you could even make sense of what was going on, he was back on top of you, kissing you with such fervour he left your mind empty except for thoughts of him.

He looked deep into your eyes, asking you if you were ready for him. You pulled him back down for a kiss, your legs opened wide for him, your hand searching, grasping his member, causing him to stiffen and moan into your mouth, before finally, slowly, he breached your entrance.

It stung, but it was nothing like before. You welcomed the sting. He kept asking you if he was hurting you, and you kept kissing him, pulling his hips closer and closer to you every single time he pulled back. When he was finally fully in, he asked you again if you were alright, his body stiff from trying to control himself. You pulled him down to you again, asking him to just hold you close, relax, husband, I’m alright. You made me feel so good. I love you so much.

He immediately relaxed, telling you he loved you too, before kissing you again, slowly moving in and out of you, his moans turning into whimpers, telling you that you felt so good, you make me feel so good darling, I love you so much. His movements didn’t last long, he was much too overwhelmed, and before long, he stiffened on top of you, kissing you like it was the only thing he ever wanted to do, hugging you close, whimpering and whining and grunting into your mouth, before rolling over, taking you with him.

The two of you just laid there, silence in the room, except for your heavy breathing.

When the heavy breathing stopped, it was as if he had been in a trance before, and now he was woken up. He quickly sat up, checking your body for any signs that might have suggested he had caused you pain, panic in his eyes.

You had to assure him that he did not, in fact hurt you that day. That he did make you feel so good, twice. That you were so in love with him. That you did forgive him, that you never want to go for weeks without touching or kissing him again.

You pulled him back down, letting him rest his head on your chest, kissing the top of his head, playing with his hair, until you heard a soft snore escaping him, and you fell asleep with him, a huge smile on your face.

You belonged to the first group of ladies, after all.

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Joel woke up not an hour later feeling lazy, sated and comforted. He carefully extracted himself from your arms, laid himself next to you, facing you, and watched you sleep.

He did it. He made you feel good and he didn’t hurt you. His chest puffed up a bit at the thought. The sounds you were making, the way your body moved, was so much better than anything he had ever imagined. He knew he helped you finish. Twice. He only wished he could’ve given you another.

The way he felt, knowing you felt that good because of him, made him feel like he was on top of the world. And the way he felt when he was inside you… he didn’t think anything could top the feeling he felt that frightful night, a feeling that, despite the pain it caused you, was so good his brain left his body. But today… this was different. Your moans and whimpers, your soft lips, your body moulded onto his, oh… this must be heaven. A heaven that he intended to revisit again and again.

He watched your sleeping face, unable to imagine waking up to an empty bed ever again. His heart felt so full he wanted to scream with joy, let everyone know how lucky he was to have you in his life. He was so in love with you the thought of not having you around anymore made his heart ache, like it wanted to give up. He meant what he said to you. His heart beat for you.

He couldn’t help himself from caressing your soft cheek. You moaned a little, and slowly opened your eyes, immediately blessing him with a shy smile at the memory of what just happened.

He was contemplating something in his mind, and like the wizard that you were, you could see it. You asked him what he was thinking about. He pulled you into his arms, kissing your temple.

“I’m thinking… I like having you here in my bed. I’m thinking… maybe it’s time Ellie has her own room… so I can hold her Mama close when I sleep.”

You laughed, calling him a greedy man. He has to share you with Ellie, she needed you. He responded by holding you tighter, telling you he needed you too. And if that made him a greedy man, so be it.

His tummy rumbled. You gave him a kiss and immediately got up, taking your dress off the floor to go make him something to eat. It’s almost dinner time, you told him, as he held your hand, not wanting you to go. And maybe we should go get Ellie.

“Nope,” he said, getting up, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling you close, pressing his face to your naked tummy, breathing your scent in deeply, hugging you tight as if you would float away if he let go. “She’ll be fine with Liv and Will. I’m having you all to myself tonight.”

You had to pry yourself off him when his tummy rumbled again, telling him he needed to let you go so you could make him something to eat. You needed to wash before that. You’re all sticky. So was he.

He followed you into the living room, where he proceeded to wash you right there in the kitchen, immediately kissing every single part he had just wiped clean. When he got to washing your lady, he gave up on the cleaning altogether and proceeded to carry you back into bed, telling you he could just eat bread tonight, before taking you again and again, making up for lost time.

The two of you ended up eating in bed, your body hugging his, your legs across his lap, feeding plain ol’ bread and cheese to one another, kissing each other in between bites.

Unfortunately, story time was cancelled for the night. But you definitely did not hear him complain.

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You and the ladies were headed to town the next day, Ellie strapped to your chest. You sent Joel two jars of water, telling him you might be a bit late back, urgent business in town. He nodded, pulling you in for a kiss, which lingered a bit too long, earning him some cheeky remarks from his brothers. He let you go with a blush on his neck, his hand immediately rising up to rub it off. He kissed Ellie on the cheeks, before giving you another one for good measure, telling you he loved you, standing where he was until you and the ladies disappeared from his sight.

Just as Joel got teased for the happenings of yesterday, you were not immune either. The ladies had heard what happened from their husbands, and you had to endure your sisters’ teasing too. They were happy for you, telling you that there was nothing you couldn’t come to them for, should you face any problems. We are sisters now, Liv said, family, we look out for one another. And, you know, they say that if you have knowledge, you should impart it to your sisters, Diana said, winking at you. Sharing is caring after all.

That got everyone laughing like crazy, even Ellie was laughing. Clever girl.

It was then you realized, you have a family here. You were not alone. Not anymore.

The five Miller ladies arrived in town to what could only be described as a stand-off. A dishevelled looking Esther was standing in the middle of the street, two very angry looking ladies facing her, throwing profanities so bad her way that you had to put your hands over Ellie’s ears. Much as the Miller ladies wanted to mind your own business, all of you couldn’t help but watch. Hell, the entire town was, why shouldn’t you?

Tess waved all of you over, even she was standing there, watching her mother be confronted by these ladies.

“The wives of the registrar and the bank officer,” Tess told all of you. “Apparently, my mother has been very busy.”

Ah… that’s how she found out Ellie wasn’t yours, and that’s why she called Joel well-off. She had inside information.

How ironic, the way she kept badmouthing Rose, only for her to do it herself.

A band of men rode into town from the far end of the street. Esther’s attention was distracted, and upon seeing the men, she panicked, and immediately ran off, leaving the two angry ladies screaming at her fast-disappearing figure. Tess looked at the approaching men, took a deep breath, and asked if you ladies had time for a quick snack with her? No worries, she said, she had a feeling her mother won’t be bothering you ever again.

All of you entered the tavern, where Max was bartending, just as the men rode past, chasing after Esther. He quickly greeted everyone, Tess introducing him to Liv and Diana, who very excitedly said hello to this man who made Tess so happy.

Turned out, Esther had a gambling problem. Those men, who passed by the town every now and again, had won big against her, and she promised them she would pay the next time they were in town, which happened to be today. The income from the tavern used to go missing, Tess said, and when she figured out what was happening, Tess opened a bank account in her own name, depositing the daily earnings in it to stop Esther from gambling it all away. Tess basically took over, paying her mother a stipend for working there. It was her father’s tavern, after all.

Tess figured that Esther started sleeping with the bank officer to gain access to her account, but the man, as horny as he was, didn’t actually have the authority to do that. She figured that’s why Esther was so persistent on marrying Tess off to Joel. It had always been money oriented. At first, he was just some good-looking man with seed money for building a new house, but when she found out he was married, she was going to give that dream up. Until she found out about the money he had deposited into his and his new wife’s bank account. She was just looking for someone to give her the money to pay off her debts.

“But… the way those men rode after her just then, I have a feeling we won’t be seeing much of her any time soon,” Tess said.

And Tess turned out to be right. She woke up the next day to her mother’s possessions gone from her room. Rumour had it she was last seen leaving Jackson on a wagon train, off to bring her contemptuous heart and less than charming personality to become someone else’s problem.

Tess then asked if everything was alright with Joel. The ladies began snickering, and Tess quickly sent Max away, leaning on the table to hear more, a sly, teasing smile on her face. She was happy for you and Joel and was even happier when Maria told her that the Miller men had agreed to help Max on his build.

Tess then said she’s feeling generous today, come back after your shopping and she will send you home with a delicious meal. Tommy’s birthday dinner was about to have some delicious food on the table.

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Rose was sitting at her desk in her foyer of the establishment, looking at receipts from the night before, when the front doors slammed shut, followed by the sounds of the bolts being locked in. She looked up, panic filling her chest when she saw who it was, standing just on the inside of the now locked front door, a basket in hand, a stern look on her face.

You.

Your eyes locked on hers as you took steady, confident steps towards her.

“Elena,” she stuttered, standing up, “You need to know your husband did nothing wrong. He never touched me, nor I, him. Please, you have to believe me.”

“Do I look stupid to you?”

“Elena, I swear on my life, on my girls’ lives, he never touched me.”

“But you touched him.”

For someone so soft spoken and average sized, you could definitely command the room and make Rose feel like a child.

“What? No, I didn’t! He sat right there,” her panicked, flailing hand pointing at the chair opposite her desk, “and I sat right here,” placing her hand on the chair she had just vacated, patting it unnecessarily several times, trying to convince you. “Look, look,” she took a piece of paper from under her desk, placing it face side up so you could see. “I drew him the female parts, showed him where things were, told him how he could… make things feel good… that’s all. Our clothes stayed on. No touching!”

You glanced at the paper and did a double take. Oh wow. That’s… wow… huh… Rose could draw. There was no question in your mind that she knew the lady part on a very intimate level.

Wait, snap out of it. You came here for a reason.

“You kissed him, Rose, out on the streets, for everyone to see.”

Realization dawned on Rose’s face.

“Oh… that… right. I’m sorry about that, Elena. I didn’t mean to, exactly. It’s just, he was so flustered and shy and nervous, he was shaking the entire time I spoke to him. He could hardly look at the drawing without blushing. I guess, I did that to calm him down. It was just a quick peck on his cheek. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, you shouldn’t have.”

You advanced on her, your steps slow, deliberate. You could see her visibly swallow, torn between running away or surrendering herself to her fate, quite aware that she had crossed a line, albeit without meaning any harm. You stopped two inches from her, staring her right in the eyes. She didn’t have the courage to look away, nervousness clear on her beautiful face.

“If you ever place your lips anywhere near my husband’s person again, Rose, I will rip all your skin off and use it to make purses, do you understand?”

She was stunned. Fear clearly written across her face.

“Do. You. Understand?”

“Yes! Yes, yes. Of course. Yes.”

“Good. Now, stand here,” you pointed to the open space just behind you, placing your basket on her desk.

“Elena, what are you going to do to me?”

Your eyes snapped at her so fast she immediately took her place at the spot you pointed at.

“Stand straight, arms out.”

“Why…”

“JUST. DO IT!”

Her body immediately went straight, arms shot out to her sides. You went to your basket, your hand reached in and with much drama, pulled out… a measuring rope.

Rose flinched, her hands covering her face, her body rolled back to avoid whatever imaginary thing she had thought you were going to throw at her. But when nothing came, she peeked through her fingers, looking at you questioningly.

“Stand straight, as you did just now. I need to measure you,” your face now relaxed, a small teasing smile on your lips, walking towards her, all intimidation a thing of the past.

“Why?”

“I’m making you a dress, as a… thank you. You know, for… imparting your… expertise... to my husband.” There was honesty and earnestness in your eyes.

She visibly relaxed, releasing a long-held breath. “You don’t have to do this, he fixed some things around here for free as payment.”

“I want to. Please hold your hands out.”

She crossed her arms instead. “So… did he… perform well?”

You failed miserably at hiding your blushing smile. “You are a very good teacher.”

She laughed with joy, clasping her hands together, a small jump accompanying it, her face looking proud and touched at the same time. “Good to know.” She genuinely looked happy for you. “You know, as badly as people want to see women like me, I have never actually deliberately wrecked a marriage. I don’t wish that on anyone.”

“I know.”

“And your husband is so in love with you. He wouldn’t have asked me if he wasn’t. He’s the first man to actually ask me to teach him something, made me feel as if my profession has its benefits after all. In my books, Joel Miller is an honourable, upstanding man, you’re lucky to have him as your husband.”

“I know.”

She looked at you for a while, contemplating, “You’re really making me a dress? I wanted to order one, but I heard the waiting list is months long.”

“I’m really making you a dress. Right away. No waiting. We go to the material store right after I take your measurements. My treat.”

“You know,” she said, a cheeky smile on her face, “If you throw in a bonnet to go with that dress, I may have something to teach you, as well.”

You didn’t have to think. Your hands immediately wrapped the measuring rope around her head to get its circumference.

“Deal.”

And that was how Joel Miller found himself losing his mind, pressed up against his front door that night, trousers down around his shaking legs, breath ragged, one of his hands scrambling for purchase on the wooden surface so hard he was in danger of losing a couple of nails, his other one knuckled up, his teeth biting hard into it, worried that he might wake his BabyGirl with the screams that were threatening to escape him, his beautiful, devoted, beloved wife down on her knees in front of him, showing him what she learnt that day.

If he dies today, Joel Miller will die a happy man.

After she milked him dry, he stood there, weak in the knees, face disbelieving, breath heavy, looking down at his wife’s proud, elated face.

“Did you like it?” she asked him shyly.

Did he like it? Dear Lord, this woman was insane to even ask that question.

He responded by picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder, carrying a squealing wife into their now shared bedroom, placing her on the bed, telling her it was his turn.

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Two years later, Ellie was toddling along, her Uncle Benny holding her hand on one side, her cousin Marcus on the other. Her Uncle Will was trying to keep her cousins Daniel and Lucy from scaring the chickens. Uncle Tommy was sitting with her Papa.

Joel had his head in his hands, fingers grasping his own hair. He was scared, which, in retrospect, was extremely silly. He was in a war. He watched his buddies get shot, and died right in front of him, heard bullets whizzing past his head, and still, this was the most scared he had ever been in his life.

Your piercing scream filled the air. Joel stood up, he couldn’t take it anymore. He had to go to you. Tommy stopped him, telling him there was nothing he could do. Let the ladies do their job, the midwife was here, you would be fine.

Joel paced pack and forth in front of his house, his heart beating fast. His wife was hurting. He had promised you he would never cause you pain again, and here you were, in so much pain, probably the worst pain known to men, giving birth to his child. His child with you. He couldn’t shake the guilty feeling out of his head. He did this to you.

He stood by and watched as you carried his baby in your belly, getting so sick at the beginning, hardly able to keep anything down, while still trying to take care of him and Ellie. You were stubborn, he had discovered, insisting on doing the work as usual. He had to go to work, he had a job to do, you had told him one morning when he was reluctant to go to another build since you were so sick. The ladies will come help, you told him. Go, husband, I will be fine.

He always came home to a clean house, his daughter healthy, happy, looked after and fed, his meals cooked, his laundry washed, hung and dried, folded neatly and stashed away in the armoire he had built for you. And still, you kept him company, read to him at night, letting him rest his head on your belly, treating him in ways he didn’t think he deserved.

And now, you were trying to push a baby out of your person. His baby. And you had to endure so much pain to do it. If he could take the pain away from you, he would do so in a heartbeat. But right now, he felt helpless, useless.

When you screamed again, he ran into the house, ignoring his brothers’ calls, going straight into the bedroom. The ladies yelled at him, telling him to leave, but he didn’t care. He went to you, got behind you and held you safely in his arms, letting you squeeze the bones out of his fingers, kissing your head over and over, telling you that you were doing so well, you were doing good, you were so strong, he loved you so much.

After what felt like a lifetime of pain, you and your husband were rewarded by the cries of your new baby daughter. Ellie has a sister. Joel never thought he could cry this much from happiness.

That night, after everyone left, you laid in bed with your husband, daughter and newborn, Joel asking Ellie to choose a name for her sister. The two of you were planning to list a few of your favourite girl names for her to choose from. You started with your mother’s name, which, by happenstance, was also Joel’s mother’s name, only spelled differently.

Ellie immediately kissed her baby sister.

“Hi Sarah.”

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After Joel had tucked Ellie in, he laid next to you, careful not to hurt you while he held you in his arms, thanking you over and over for Sarah, for Ellie, for all of it. He told you he was sorry you had to go through so much pain, promising you that this would be the only time you would have to go through that, his heart couldn’t take you going through it again.

That was the only promise to you he had ever broken.

Not two years later, he was making the same promise one more time, your son Jake in his arms, kissing you over and over, thanking you for blessing him like this.

Thankfully for you, he never broke that promise again.

Epilogue

#joel miller x you #joel miller #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction

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cloudwisp · 4 months ago

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𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬 · 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦

contents: smut. minors dni 18+. reader wears a nightgown to subtly get the message across. attempt at seduction. lots of teasing and kissing. first time with him. size difference. fingering. borderline overstimulation. vaginal penetration. mostly sweet lovemaking but implications of leading to rougher sex. sylus has a huge dick (he is standing at 6’2 after all). 2.9k wc.

꒰ note ᰔ based off of this arranged marriage sylus x wife!reader post but can be read as a standalone. smut writing is never one of my strengths but I had fun with this one!! and I can only hope it’s an enjoyable read to those who were anticipating a sequel 🤍꒱

“Doing a little late night reading?” Sylus glances at your form through his peripheral as you enter his bedroom with a light skip in your steps. He’s perched at the end of his bed with a high profile report in hand, and with a tilt of your head and prying eyes you hover over the document between his fingers as you stand before him. You skim through a few lines before he tosses it aside, murmuring that it’s nothing of importance when something more interesting happens to catch his attention and you feel the heat of his gaze doing you a once-over.

Your cheeks warm and you feel a tad shyness wash over you when he quietly appraises your body clad in a gorgeous silk slip with lace embellishments. He hums in appreciation, a slow smirk curling on his lips before he reaches out to grasp your waist and pull you forward onto his lap. He secures one arm around you to keep you in place and his thumb sweeps over the delicate sleepwear and the bare skin of your thigh in a soft, languid motion. “You’ll catch a cold in just your nightgown, kitten. Or did you wear it for me?”

“Maybe I just wanted to change into something a little more comfortable.” You respond with a coy smile and playful shrug of your shoulder which causes the thin strap to fall from just a whisper of movement. He enjoys your little display and act of innocence if this is your way of telling him that you want to deepen the relationship through shared intimacy like normal marital couples do during this time of night. And truthfully, he’s been waiting far too long for this moment to come but he didn’t expect you to offer yourself on a silver platter. What a sweet and precious wife you are.

“I’m sure you could find something more suitable than a flimsy nightgown.” His knuckles brush up along your arm and hooks the fallen strap around his finger to slide it back into its proper place. “But then, perhaps you wanted to tease me, too?”

You click your tongue in disappointment. No matter what you do he was always two steps ahead of you—it’s thoughtful yet infuriating especially when you want him to act more surprised. “Nothing ever gets passed by you, it seems.”

His large hand slips under the lace trimmings of your nightgown and moves closest to your backside for a firm squeeze. “You should know by now how badly I want you, sweetheart. And with you sitting in my lap, looking breathtaking like that. I’m tempted to just rip this little thing off of you.”

You purse your lips into a small pout that’s adorable to him and grunt in disapproval. “What if this night dress is one of my favorites? Don’t I get a say in what you can and can’t tear?”

He arches a brow as though to challenge you by putting the theory into practice. You keep forgetting that he could read you like an open book, and he loves nothing more than proving you wrong at every chance. “Are you saying you wouldn’t enjoy it if I did? I’ll buy you new ones. Better ones.”

You mull over at the thought. “Sounds troublesome. I’ll have to keep making these frequent shopping trips.”

“I just mean the nightgown is in the way of me seeing all of you. You’re more than welcome to wear it any other time, but right now… I want it off.”

“Well, it’s only fair you make the next move.” He groans lowly when you shift your weight in his lap and rest your head against him. You drag your manicured finger down his chest and gently flick at the silver chain looped between his collar. “I did come all this way just for you.”

He understood your meaning and leans down close enough so his warm breath fans over your lips when he tilts your chin to look at him. “If you want me to take off my clothes, you’ll have to undress me yourself.” The soft spoken words in his deep voice send a tingle to the back of your brain, and the lingering kiss he places on the corner of your mouth adds a fluttering sensation in your stomach.

“Still making me work for it? And here I thought I would be cherished and wouldn’t even need to lift a finger.” You bring yourself upright and shove him down onto the bed to climb over him and straddle him. He gives you a knowing smirk at the sound of your cute gasp when you feel just how hard he is for you against your clothed cunt. You make quick work of undoing the underlay of buttons tucked beneath the thick fabric of his tailored dress shirt and remove it entirely to reveal every bit of lean muscle. His build akin to that of a spectacularly sculpted marble statue down to the details of his veins on his strong arms.

“Making you work for it is half the fun, kitten. But just remember who will be putting in the most work tonight.” His hand wanders up your thigh again and moves along the curve of your waist, the expensive silk bunches under his touch and he gropes the fullness of your breast. You feel the strap loosen around your shoulder once more. “Are you liking what you’re seeing? You’re allowed to mark what’s yours, you know. But I’d like to be able to mark you as mine too, wife.” His hungry eyes slowly roam over your matching panties and midriff before he returns your gaze.

Your smaller hand covers his knuckles meanwhile his thumb brushes across your nipple and he revels in the feeling of the bud hardening over the material. “You’re just always so straightforward, aren’t you?” You sensually wrap your finger around the other strap that’s perfectly intact and at your cue Sylus glides his hand down to the small of your back and watches as the dress cascades down to your midsection.

“And you’re so beautiful.” You’re a heavenly sight to behold with the way his amorous stare commits your very existence to his memory, particularly the swell of your lovely breasts that’s heavy with lust and begging for more of his attention. He gently reaches for your wrist and his fingers smooth under your palm to bring your hand up to his face. His thumb runs over the wedding band that binds you to him laying a light kiss against your knuckles, then places your hand over his shoulder waiting for your next move.

You don’t waste another second closing the distance between you two and crash your lips against his for a needy and desperate kiss. Your fingers tangle into his silver locks and your heat grinds against him hoping for some semblance of relief from the ache that’s building inside you. You feel him envelop your breasts fully with each caress and tender squeeze and a little bit of nipple play.

Sylus tastes faintly of sweet, tannic notes from the lingering aftertaste of red wine as your tongue meets his through parted lips. His arms and hands alternate between hugging your body and grip tightening on your hips, bucking himself up into your heat. You feel yourself needing more, wanting more and being closer to him so you hurriedly unbuckle his belt and suddenly the sound of fabric tearing reaches your ears.

You muffle in surprise against his lips and push him back just enough to see him wearing a smug expression. “I should’ve known you’d go against my wishes.” You scoff in disbelief and yet there’s a grin playing across your features that betrays your earlier words. You hate to admit he was right from the start—that you’d find the ripping more attractive instead of being carefully unwrapped like you both have all the patience in the world.

Sylus discards the now ruined piece of clothing aside. He lifts you with ease and your back embraces the cool sheets when he drops you down on the mattress and returns to his full height. “I was never one to follow rules. Besides, you look perfect like this.” You support yourself up on your elbows to follow his movements, and any smart comeback you have dies in your throat when he picks up where you left off by unfastening his belt and stripping out of his trousers. His boxer briefs follow suit and he thinks it’s adorable how you look mesmerized from this performance alone.

Your eyes settle on his huge cock. Almost gawking at it and you unconsciously clench your thighs together. It’s perfectly proportioned to the rest of him—long and notably thicker with an upward center curve and a few prominent veins here and there. He flushes a pretty shade of red that’s gradient from the head down and his pubes are neatly trimmed.

“You don’t have to look so scared, kitten.” He rasps an amused chuckle, and he feels you tense slightly when his hand scales up along your knee to your inner thigh and he dips his fingers between your legs. “I’ll take my time with you so you can handle me.”

Your breath hitches when he feels how drenched you are through your panties. He offers a gratified hum, his handsome face and broad shoulders become your main focus as he closes in on you. “Spread your legs wider.” He murmurs into your ear, and as soon as you give him more access he delves into your mouth for a bruising kiss and chases you down onto the bed. His ministrations on your clit feel absolutely sinful yet so wonderful and your arm wrap around his back meanwhile your hand explores the muscled panels of his upper body and the areas that are within your reach.

A string of saliva connects you both then disappears as your lips come apart. But he doesn’t stray far when the exquisite look on your face is a breath away and he pulls your panties aside to collect your arousal with two digits sliding through your puffy folds. Your lustful sounds escape in a warm exhale as soon as he slowly inserts his thick fingers into your tight pussy, and you’re quite the vision arching your back so tastefully.

“Mmh, that f-feels so good, Sylus.” Your eyes glaze over when he steadily pumps in and out of you, curling so deliciously at your sweet spot and he marvels at the way your cunt is greedily sucking in his fingers. There’s nothing else like him, the way he stretches you and reaches the deeper parts and hits the bits you can’t yourself. He adores the breathless sighs and mewls of his name when he pushes you to the edge even more while kissing you senselessly.

“You sound beautiful. I love the way my name tastes on your lips.” You can feel him smirk against you, but you’re too immersed in your pleasure to respond in words that aren’t broken syllables. He trails open-mouth kisses down to your jawline and along the column of your neck, grazing his teeth and softly sucking on your skin until hues of velvet purple form. Your head burrows into the soft cushion of the mattress, hips squirming as your hand clutches onto his forearm from tension coiling inside you.

“M’gonna come soon, Sy—!” Your pretty moans and pants grow heavier each second, and he loves feeling your body quiver when you’re pressed under him. He’s still knuckles deep inside you with every intention of bringing you up to heaven and back down to him. After all, he doesn’t believe in doing things halfway but can’t pass an opportunity to tease his darling wife.

“You’re getting so close already? I barely got started with you, sweetie.” He chuckles lowly yet his cock twitches as precum oozes and leaks down from the slit of his tip. “Don’t hold it in now. Let go and come for me.”

He’s met with your gorgeous o-face when the euphoric bliss courses through your entire body as your walls tighten around his fingers. Your moans turn into squeals and you try to shove his hand away to soften your orgasm but he doesn’t budge from being much stronger than you. The feeling is more than you can handle when your thighs clamp together to stop his movements. But you don’t want the addictive sensation to leave just yet when he borderline overstimulates you, turning you into a trembling and writhing mess.

You barely have a moment to catch your breath when a chortle escapes you from watching him bring his fingers coated in your cum to his mouth for a curious taste. “Mm. Sweet, just as I thought. You did great, kitten.” He leans down to plant a chaste kiss on your forehead, and the first wave of your drawn-out release slowly ebbs away. “Don’t you think you deserve one more?” Sylus pulls your soaked panties down your legs and casts them aside, leaving you completely bare under his gaze.

“I should hope so. Been wanting for you to stuff me with your fat cock tonight.” You’re still a little breathless when your finger glides down his toned chest in a sensual and playful manner. He makes a content hum at the sound of that with an upward quirk of his lips.

“What a bold and resilient wife I have on my hands. As long as I have you, I’ll never be bored again.” He gladly hoists your leg to wrap around his waist and spits down, giving himself a few strokes making it slick before aligning himself to your dripping cunt. His precum mixes with the remnants of your previous climax with the heavy drag of his tip from your opening up along your clit. He revels in the way your body responds with a little spasm. “I won’t have you going back on your words now.”

The flutter of your lashes steers away from his deep and enigmatic eyes, a nervous gnaw of your lower lips as you anticipate the painful stretch from taking him. “Go slow, okay? Because you know…” He knew you were implying about his sheer size, and you feel him grab hold of your hand and press your interlaced hand against the bed beside your head.

He captures your swollen lips that feel entirely too sweet and intimate, replacing your worries with a gentle tangle of his encompassing love and adoration that seeps into your soul. “I wouldn’t dream about hurting you. That’s a promise. But you have to let me in first.” Your breath hitches when his aching tip probes your entrance, yet the tension doesn’t leave your body until he tells you to focus on him with the exchange of kisses laced with a growing insistence. “You’ll let me know if it hurts, kitten? I want to make you feel good.”

With that said, your sharp nails dig into his shoulder blade and draw red lines at the burning stretch that feels too much yet so good at the same time. Your soft sighs and whimpers fill the hazy room and he’s fucking you slowly with just the tip to help ease the initial discomfort. He searches your face every now and again making sure you’re okay before he continues, letting out a guttural moan when he slips in a little more with each thrust until he carves his way into you completely.

“You’re in too deep—hah. Feel so full and good.” You shudder when he stills his movements, throbbing cock nestled inside you to the hilt and kissing your cervix. There’s a carnal desire brewing in his stomach seeing you pinned under his weight keeping him nice and warm. He wouldn’t mind spending the entire night with you, any plans and commitments he had prior be damned the moment you swayed in through the double doors. “Want you to m-move, please.”

The sound of your polite begging makes him twitch involuntarily, and he could only imagine what desperate pleas you have in store for him tonight and he’s looking forward to it. When your pretty lips implore him to fuck you faster and harder he won’t be able to hold back. After all, he has always been ready and waiting to give himself to you that aligns with your willingness to accept him. There is no love purer than his, this craving he has reserved only for you. “You know you only have to ask, and I’ll give you everything you want. Just be careful what you wish for, sweetie.”

Sylus chuckles at your cute whine shortly after—such a needy little thing you are. He falls into a sweet and slow rhythm that makes you feel each thrust, the head of his dick down to its shape and following the shaft that caresses the underside of your pleasure endings so incredibly good. Your legs wrap around his back and you pull him in deeper because close just isn’t close enough for you. You need to feel the heat of his body sear against your skin as you hold him, and in turn you feel him squeeze your interlaced hand. “Tonight, you’re all mine. Forget anyone else in the world but me.”

#ᨳ ₊˚ 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐩.𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 #sylus #sylus x reader #sylus smut #l&ds x reader #love and deepspace x reader #sylus love and deepspace #lnds sylus #sylus lnd #sylus l&ds #lads sylus #l&ds sylus #love and deepspace

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foldingfittedsheets · 10 months ago

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I worked retail for a long time and people really do treat you like shit sometimes. But between selling sex toys, mattresses, and jewelry I can say definitively I got treated worst selling mattresses.

All three of my jobs were in sales but selling sex toys we were allowed to put people in their place, and in jewelry people didn’t want to misbehave in a fancy setting. But people at the mattress store had no problem yelling at me, hitting on me, or insulting me to my face.

For a while I was managing my own store for the company. I ran a small location and had struggling employees placed with me for rehabilitation. If their numbers improved they could go back to bigger stores. If not, they got fired.

So this meant I was the manager of problem employees. At one point both of my people had a foot out the door. The company was going downhill and changed computer systems and they were fed up. Consequently, they made a ton of mistakes, because they just didn’t care about the job or learning the new systems.

I strolled into work on what was essentially my Monday to a shit show. Deliveries scheduled without product, wrong things on orders, poor expectations of the process, you name it. I spent the entire morning getting yelled at for mistakes that weren’t mine.

The final straw came when a man called furious that his moms bed for her nursing home had a delivery window he couldn’t accommodate. This wasn’t a huge disaster since we still had time to deliver it before she moved. I ran him through the options and he just kept screaming at me. Not for a solution but because I was there and he was frustrated.

My heart filled with malice and a cold fury. A calculating part of my brain had a realization in that moment that I could stay a punching bag or I could strike back.

I quavered my voice delicately, taking in a shaky, warbling breath like I was trying not to cry. “Sir,” I quivered through fake tears, “I don’t know what you want from me! I told you what I can do, I didn’t make this mistake I’m just trying to fix it!” My voice broke pitifully on the last syllables, sounding in all ways like a sweet innocent person being yelled at who’s just trying her best, really!

It was like I’d doused him with cold water. My emotional act was the realization that he was screaming at someone who was just doing their damn job, and he was being an asshole. He hastily made an excuse and hung up.

I had a third employee covering with me from another store that day who heard everything. When I hung up, I looked over to see them watching me with an awed expression. “Did… did you just pretend to cry?”

“I absolutely fucking did,” I said with feeling, “and I’d do it a thousand more times. If that’s what it takes for someone to realize they’re behaving like a fucking prick, they deserve it.” The employee looked at me like I was their hero.

The man called back, apologizing profusely, having magically arranged his schedule to accommodate delivery. He came in later that week with an apology Starbucks gift card. I was gracious in my acceptance.

I pulled it a few more times before leaving the company. I felt no shame in the ruse. If someone behaves so poorly that it’s plausible their behavior would drive someone to tears they deserve to feel absolutely wretched about it.

#ramblies #ffs foibles #story #retail #retail hell #I have had people over the years had qualms with the ruse #one person even told me it was so unprofessional #that I’d pretend to be in more distress was not nice of me. but getting yelled at is not nice and I’m in a position where I can’t yell back #and who would they complain to that I cried? would they go to corporate and say how unprofessional the lady cried when I screamed at her!

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wonryllis · 9 days ago

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WHEN THEY GET CAUGHT KISSING YOU.

﹙ ⌕ ﹚ 𝓅𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗌 ㅤ𝑜𝑓. enhypen kissing their situationship and boom! caught. contains fem!r, kissing & kissing, embarrassed & bold enha, suggestive pg 16. wc 3090 ㅠㅠ, 420 something each. check out the d𝒾rectory? stat agora hills inspo.

𝖪𝖨𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖧𝖮𝖯𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖸 𝖢𝖠𝖴𝖦𝖧𝖳 𝖴𝖲──────𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖫𝖤𝖤 𝖧𝖤𝖤𝖲𝖤𝖴𝖭𝖦

“they won't find us i promise,” heeseung tries to reassure you, taking a step forward and closing the already negligible space between the two of you. the light from the vents at the top shinning right into his eyes and onto your lips. janitor's closet― your gaze boring into his brown orbs; his falling onto your gloss glimmering against the dark― a kiss that steals your breath.

his arms pull you close by the curve of your waist, gripping the flesh as the kiss grows intense, heavy breaths and sloppy tongues.

“why are we even hiding?” you pant out between the kisses, holding him close and as hooked onto the whole idea of a secret thing. this was lee heeseung. no, this is him. secret flings and hookups, no strings attached & no efforts to make it work. at least that's what you knew of him.

he pulls away from the kiss for a moment, looking straight into your eyes,“i thought you liked it? the whole ‘keeping it a secret’, the thrill of trying not to get caught?” but here he is, doing things you supposedly like, putting in effort.

“isn't this how you are?” casual, clandestine and off the record defined him in your world. “no god, not with you,” his voice is rasp with defence, words tumbling out in a brisk edge. he is not what you think he is. and to him you are so much more than you ever could imagine to be. his lips brush against yours,”i could never be that with you. i want you so much, you have no idea.” and he goes in for another kiss, this time more intimate and deep.

“i swear i saw him go in here!” sunoo's voice echoes outside in the corridor, “what would he even be doing in there?” and before you both can even register the situation, too lost in the kiss, jay hurtles the door open.

you immediately push heeseung away, his steps languid as he staggers back slightly. annoyed and frustrated at his friends for ruining the moment.

jay stands still by the door, holding it open while sunoo comes over to see what's going on. catching sight of the disheveled appearances and gasping breaths, smudged gloss and flushed faces― and a very bummed out heeseung running his fingers through his hair, throwing glare after glare.

“y'all were..” the two intruders trail off in shock. which only intensifies after heeseung slams the door shut in their faces,”busy.” and gets busy with you again.

𝖯𝖠𝖱𝖪 𝖩𝖮𝖭𝖦𝖲𝖤𝖮𝖭𝖦

“are you sure the windows are tinted?” your question throws jay off for a second, of course it's valid to be worried about that. but you are literally in an empty parking lot, only about to kiss, not commit a crime or violate the laws of human decency. it'll just be a kiss, right?

“i’m sure, now come here,” his fingers wrap around your wrist, urging you to get onto his lap in the driver's seat. sighing in contentment once he feels you settle down comfortably. hands immediately reaching up to your waist in a delicate embrace. “don’t worry so much,” his voice is soft and calm, a high contrast to his heart skipping lanes in his chest.

“just think about me, focus on me,” words barely above a whisper before he kisses you.

his lips are chapped yet when they move against your own, they feel soft; a hint of champagne and waft of honey, floral notes and fruity taste of his drink from earlier at the after party. your hands slide around the back of his neck, tugging at the strands of his hair. faint sighs and low gasps fill the air, the tight space feeling sultry, growing fervid by the second.

it's dream-like, way too good and like floating in the clouds but the loud ringing of jay's phone snaps you both out of it.

riki is calling, the screen shows. he should probably pick it up. he should. yet you both collectively decide he can wait. everyone and everything besides the kiss can wait.

and that turns out to be a mistake. for not even five seconds into the second kiss, there's a thud against the window, riki’s face planted on the glass as he tries to look in,”he's in here jake!” he shouts in a quick look over behind him.

it startles you both, flinching out of the kiss. “jay you sai―” at your instant panic, jay is quick to shush you back into another kiss,”i know, i know. it really is tinted don't worry. they're just bluffing,” he reassures you, his mouth closing in on your top lip in a gentle suck.

“they're literally eating each other's face off! i told y'all they're probably together!” riki’s voice echoes into the parking lot, followed by jake's loud ass laugh. making both you and jay choke mid-kiss as you hop back into your seat and jay rushes out the car to keep their mouths shut.

“haven't y'all heard of privacy!” he scolds, his face hot red with embarrassment, words rolling off in a splutter.

𝖲𝖨𝖬 𝖩𝖠𝖤𝖸𝖴𝖭

“jake anyone could walk in!” you slap his chest in a protest, leaning away as he tries to pull you into a kiss again and again. ‘just a kiss’ he insists, but with you straddling his lap, his thighs spread apart and your legs on either side of him― it's impossible. this is jake sim we are talking about; and this guy, from what you have come to know, will turn anything into a makeout session.

“it's my room, they won't just barge in. trust me,” he tucks away the strands of hair falling into your face, his eyes and his voice dripping with desperation; hands moving to trail all over you in attempts to persuade you.

and it works, it takes you just one moment of recollection: the last time you made out with him, same place, same way. and you give in. how could you even resist a guy like this? if you could have, you wouldn't have been in a freaking situationship with him out of all things in the world of romance.

your lips clash against each other, like you haven't kissed in ages. mouths literally devouring and sucking the life out of the heart and the breath out of the lungs. no words exchanged, only muffled sounds and soft gasps.

“fuck your lips are so soft,” jake mumbles between the kiss,”so kissable” unable to hold his thoughts to himself. so drunk, so gone; he doesn't notice heeseung walking in on you both.

not for a few seconds at least, only bothering to cast him a glance over your shoulder before closing his eyes again. leaving heeseung with his jaw slacked, dumbfounded and stunned all at the same time. he takes it as a cue to leave and let the others know not to disturb you both. the last thing he catches glimpse of being your wide eyes realizing he had come in.

“you said no one would walk in!” you immediately complain at the sound of the door creaking close behind heeseung.

“well,” jake sits slack against the headboard, not concerned in the slightest. the amount of care jake could give in a situation like this might as well be equivalent to a speck of dust in the oh mighty universe. but he loved the way your face flushed warm at having been caught.

“it's not like we were trying to hide this. i’m pretty sure everyone already knows how things are between us,” he shrugs, holding you close; eyes locked with yours in a sultry yet genuine gaze,“and how much more things could be.”

𝖯𝖠𝖱𝖪 𝖲𝖴𝖭𝖦𝖧𝖮𝖮𝖭

“never took you for this type,” sunghoon grins against your lips, breath hitting your cheeks warm and uneven. enjoying the way you seem to whine about not letting you kiss him; park sunghoon is a lot of things, but tease? tease is one that gives him life. it's not him, if he doesn't tease the fuck out of you before draining your life force with a kiss that's borderline psychotic.

and right now, with you perched atop the bathroom counter of jungwon's unit with the others right in the other room― sunghoon is exactly in the mood to get the situation heated. or to be more precise, to get caught.

“you were the one who kept teasing me in front of the others! i thought you wanted to― well, isn't this what you wanted too?” you grab his collar to keep him from leaning away, grazing your lips over his to tempt him. he isn't your man yet, but you absolutely know how to have him give in.

“i do, i want it.” his hands roam across the expanse of your back, dropping down to your thighs and tugging you forward. head tilting and leaning in to capture you in a kiss. park sunghoon is a tease, definitely; but he's also whipped.

so much so, he can't resist you even with all his self control working paid overtime.

it doesn't take long for the others to notice your absence, jungwon in particular running around to find you two for dinner. looking everywhere until he hears the shuffling inside the bathroom. he knocks once. twice. and when there's no response he turns the knob finding the door unlocked (that was sunghoon!!!).

“oh my god,” jungwon's exasperates, mood turning sour with embarrassment. your eyes shoot open at his voice, instantly trying to push sunghoon away but damn this guy keeps coming back each time and pulling you into the kiss again.

his ears burning red and the veins in his neck popping out yet he still wouldn't stop. he just can't, he physical can't.

“right in my bathroom? really? and you still going?” the screws in jungwon's brain rust out at he watches the scene unfold. “so sorry, jungwon,” you manage to mumble out, hitting against sunghoon’s chest in a warning.

it only makes him trail the kisses down your jaw and along the curve of your neck, burying his face into the crook in an attempt to keep smooching you in any way he can.

“he's really sorry i swear!” you yell out between the kisses, right before jungwon closes the door.

𝖪𝖨𝖬 𝖲𝖤𝖮𝖭𝖶𝖮𝖮

“sunoo,” you mumble in a soft whine, eyes trained on him while he works out. jealous of the dumbbells in his hand, seemingly stealing his attention off of you. his hum of response is affectionate, staring back at you in a ‘what is it?’ look.

“sunoo,” you whine again, louder this time. unable to just watch him when all you wanted was to kiss the life out of his lips. he stops mid-set, placing the weights back in their spot and walks over to where you sit at his desk. just sit and look pretty for me; god you'd do that so well.

he leans over you, hands resting on either side of the chair,”what is it that you want baby?” oh how much you loved this side of him. the side of him that made you believe this was more than it was.

your arms reach out to hook around his neck, pulling yourself up and pushing him against the edge of the desk in a desperate effort to kiss. lips pressing into his in a brief peck at first,”wanna kiss you.”

“jungwon and jake are right outside,” he warns, though not attempting to stop you at all. not even thinking of it. sitting against the edge, letting you pepper as many kisses as you want. “don't you want to kiss me?” you mutter out between the little smooches, twisting sunoo's heart with the tone of disappointment lacing your words and the loss of your touch following it.

“of course i want to baby. i always do,” his voice is low and full of yearning, the burning itch, the craze to be close again. as close as possible. his lips hovering over yours as he pulls you back against him, straight into a kiss. eyes half closed staring down at each other's mouth, parted and quite literally nibbling and sucking, far from gentle or friendly― at all in that sense.

the scent of your shampoo and the taste of your familiar lipbalm is dizzying, and sunoo wonders how he ever managed to just be a friend at one point―

“can't believe i thought you were just friends,” jake barges in, in a hurry, stopping in his tracks at the sight of you both. making sunoo pull away immediately, breathless and sweaty as he responds as casually as he can,”did you need something?” as if he wasn't just about to shove his tongue down your throat.

“um.. yeah―” you yank sunoo back, planting sloppy kisses on his lips and jake’s words die down in a feeble whisper,”i forgot..”

“baby― i mean y/n, wait―” if sunoo wasn't embarrassed enough earlier, he definitely was beyond humanely possible right now, trying to keep you off of him while jake watched and ultimately left with a shake of his head.

𝖸𝖠𝖭𝖦 𝖩𝖴𝖭𝖦𝖶𝖮𝖭

the silence in the air feels thick, stuffed full of tension. and it seems to get hotter by each passing second. your argument with jungwon hanging aloof within a myriad of questions unanswered; what are we? are we even supposed to argue like this? are we supposed to feel like this? jealous, possessive and clinging on to the ache that came along with this undefined relationship.

“i know i said i didn't want anything serious,” jungwon's voice pierces through the soft running of the tapwater behind you, shaky and choked with desire.

“but i get this rush, whenever i’m with you. it's― it's like this high i keep chasing,” he breaths out, taking slow steps towards you. cornering your figure against the kitchen counter, his head hanging low over your shoulder.

lust: one of the seven deadly sins. desire: fickle, and love: hoax and ever changing. he knew it all, so he had always made sure to just have his share of fun and leave it all behind but it was strange how badly you made him want so much more. things he never thought he would ever want. in a way that he was aware would probably destroy him.

“and i know it's not healthy, i know. but i just can't stop―” he lifts his head in the slightest, tilting it towards your lips, grazing and brushing against your own as if he wanted to stretch the moment out,”really can't stop myself,” a longing whisper trickling out his pandora’s box. a yearn for you, so deep he utterly and irrevocably can not defy.

the kiss that follows, starts off soft and gentle like a declaration of love. slowly weaving into one of hunger and craving, impulsive with the need to covet everything down to your core. to start where you end and end where you start. yang jungwon felt absolute badshit crazy.

this wasn't what he had in mind when he proposed the idea to sleep around a few times.

his lips move atop yours in a frenzy, hands grabbing anywhere and everywhere to keep you close. tongue brushing against your parted lips in a tease,”tell me you want me like that too,” he begs into your mouth.

“the water's runn―” clank. before you can answer him, breathless and glazed with need alike, sunoo’s loud ass voice breaks through the moment, followed by his plate of chocolate mousse crashing into the marble tiles.

“i did not see anything! i absolutely did not see y'all about to get it on right in the middle of the kitchen!” sunoo disappears out immediately. leaving you and jungwon panting and flushed with embarassment. your fogged up brains clearing up after the sudden interruption.

“i― your lips are swollen― um, do you want some mousse?” jungwon stammers, retreating away from you.

𝖭𝖨𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖬𝖴𝖱𝖠 𝖱𝖨𝖪𝖨

“you're crazy,” you whisper out, glancing around at the empty hallway. feeling the heat emanating off of riki's body as he stands dangerously close to you.

“you're the crazy one,” his chuckle echoes off the walls sending you into a hoard of panic. your hands slapping against his chest to push him away as quick as you can.

hatred, rivalry, and contempt had shaped the idea of your relationship with him for years. so much hostility and so much of ignorance. riki and you were like yin and yang, total opposites and unable to see one ground. ever. but things changed over a shared summer internship and you were not yet ready to accept or admit it. not to yourself or others. god forbid the others found out you didn't puke at the sight of riki.

and being possibly caught kissing him? over your dead body.

“just close your eyes,” riki takes off his beanie and puts it on your head, briskly pulling it down: over your eyes. and before you can utter a word of objection, he is cupping your face and squishing your cheeks― lips meeting your puckered ones in a messy kiss.

you melt into it immediately, ears tuning out and body relaxing. albeit the beating of your hearts seemed to sync over, loud and hard. hands trembling in the slightest, breath speeding up and skin growing warm. it felt like a rippling wave of cold water on a hot shore, the worry of being caught suddenly striking as something insignificant.

“i thought y'all hated each other's guts?” sunghoon’s sudden intrusion whacks the gears in your system. the two of you pulling away like, like poles repeling each other.

“we do!” “we don't!” you and riki call out at the same time, confusing the heck out of sunghoon. “okay.. so y'all are in kissing stage right now, that's cute.” he laughs regardless of the variance between your answers. giving you both a suggestive look before he leaves.

you push up the beanie, peeking from underneath, “you jerk! you did this on purpose didn't you! you wanted to be caught! i can't believe i fell fo―” but riki is not bothering with this now, not when he got what he wanted; a free pass to kiss you from now cause everyone would know of it probably by the end of the day.

“just shut up and kiss me,” he pulls the beanie back over your eyes and lunges forward, diving right into another kiss without wasting any more time. oh you felt like he shot you dead. with the cupid's arrow of course.

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crushmeeren · 13 days ago

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okay okay okay but what if the reader got their belly button or nipples pierced and Katsuki or touya are SHOCKED but quickly realize just how much they love the new piercing(s) omg

okay, but this would be so HOT!!

༝ ᭝ ༝ i’m putting them both in this cuz i can’t stop myself ༝ ᭝ ༝

master list link ༝ ᭝ ༝ @pixelcafe-network

༝ ᭝ ༝ katsuki ༝ ᭝ ༝

“The fuck? What the hell is that?”

You freeze with your elbows to your ears, Katsuki only having stripped off your shirt halfway before stopping, and glance down to what he’s staring at. You roll your eyes playfully, batting his hands away and finish what he’d started. You toss the material over the side of the bed and flop back down onto the mattress.

“It’s a belly button ring. You know what those are, right?”

Katsuki sits back on his calves, rolling his eyes even harder, and levels you with a glare. “Yeah, dumbass, I know what a belly button ring is. When did you fuckin’ get one?”

You grin mischievously, hooking your thumbs into your underwear and slip them off as well. “A couple weeks ago,” you say causally, parting your thighs wider. You reach down with one hand to place a finger on either side of your pussy and spread yourself open.

Katsuki narrows his eyes. “How the fuck did you hide it from me? I see you naked all the time!” His hands curl into fists on his thighs, lids lowering when he shifts his gaze to your pussy. The heat is evident in his expression.

You move your hand up to play with your clit, two fingers rubbing slow circles and pleasure prickles in your lower belly, toes lightly curling.

Katsuki’s cock twitches very obviously in his briefs and your confidence skyrockets.

“Obviously not in the past couple weeks. You’ve been so distracted with work it wasn’t hard to keep it a secret.” You raise an eyebrow, a smug, small smile on your lips. “Well, do you like what you see?”

Red eyes flicker to your face as Katsuki smirks. “Fuck yes. You’re so stupidly hot, princess.” He reaches out and lets his finger delicately play with the jewelry, coaxing a shiver down your spine and a soft moan from your throat. “So sensitive, isn’t that right baby?” He teases, tugging lightly at the ring.

You respond with a whiny “mm-hmm,” head tilting back into the pillow, eyes fluttering shut and lips parting when Katsuki’s thumb takes over circling your clit. Katsuki’s warmth disappears entirely, leaving you cold, but before you can protest there’s soft, warm lips pressing a kiss to your pussy.

“Fuckk,” you choke out, something hot jolting through you. You tangle your fingers in thick, blonde hair. “You really like it Kat?”

Katsuki hums his confirmation and the vibration makes you yelp, a wet tongue dragging up between your lips and flicking over your clit. He pulls back slightly, warm breath tickling you. “Should I get a tongue ring princess? Bet that’d feel real fuckin’ good on your pretty little pussy, yeah?” He asks lowly, licking you like an ice cream cone before you respond.

You curse and tighten your grip in his hair, eagerly encouraging the idea. Katsuki grips the backs of your thighs, seals your clit in the searing heat of his mouth and eats your pussy like he’s trying to devour you whole.

He gets your chest heaving, flushed down your nipples, and you’re so sensitive that each touch makes your thighs jerk while you whine in protest.

Katsuki’s hard cock bobs when he yanks his briefs down, shaking his head with a grin.

“We’re not even fuckin’ close to done yet baby. You wanted my attention so badly, gettin’ that piercing. I’m just givin’ you what you asked for, princess. Now be a good girl and take my cock.”

༝ ᭝ ༝ touya ༝ ᭝ ༝

Shit happens.

More often than not, you roll with the punches. Cracking your neck and brushing it off, but this time it stuck to you like glue.

Sparse gravel crunched underneath your boots as you walked the familiar concrete path to the LOV hideout. Your arms swung a bit too quickly, buzzing with excitement to show Touya your new jewelry that you’re certain he’ll greatly appreciate.

Your phone had buzzed with a text from Touya, stopping you dead in your tracks. All he’d said was that they had to lay low because they’d run into some heroes, and that he’d be burning his phone. No other details.

That was two months ago. It isn’t out of the norm for this to happen, and you’d tried hard to stay busy, you really did, but no dice. You’ve been worrying about him from dusk to dawn, and vice versa.

You tug your blanket up over your shoulder to fight off a chill, curling further into your pillow, and pause your aimless scrolling to check the time. 2:00 a.m. You’re this close to turning off your bedside lamp and passing out when a creak at your window widens your eyes, almost comically so, and a rush of adrenaline tingles in your fingers.

You shoot straight up, heart jumping to your throat and blankets pooling at your waist. Your window opens slowly, and a fluffy head of white hair pokes in. The rising tidal wave of relief just about chokes you while you scramble out of bed.

“Touya,” you breathe, voice watery with emotion. You slam into his skinny frame as he stands to his full height, burying your face into his chest and locking your arms around his waist. His smoky, end of bonfire scent floods you with comfort.

“There there, drama queen, I’m fuckin’ fine,” he teases gently, but his voice sounds rougher than usual, and he loops his arms around your shoulders and squeezes tight.

You wrench your head back to stare up at him, eyes stinging, lower lip trembling horribly. “You asshole,” you mutter hotly, framing his cheeks and yanking him into a bruising kiss.

He takes it in stride, humming with satisfaction and skims his hands over your sides, bunching up your shirt. The rough texture of his lower lip burns against yours, and the warmth gathering in your chest drops to settle in your lower belly.

Touya ends up shoving you roughly onto the bed, stripping the both of you, hands a flurry of movement. The last piece of clothing is the large t-shirt you’re wearing, and when he pushes it up to your collarbone his jaw actually drops when he sees the new addition to your tits.

It’d be quite funny if you didn’t want him to fuck you so badly.

“Holy shit,” he says with an incredulous laugh. “When’d you get your tits pierced, sweetheart?” He finishes tugging your shirt off and blistering hands cup the swell of your breasts, thumbs running over your nipples.

“Careful,” you hiss, back arching to push your breasts into his palms. “They’re still sensitive,” you complain, moaning lowly when he squeezes and ducks down to kiss your sternum. “I - I got them done right before you left.” You can’t help but to tangle your fingers in his coarse hair as you speak.

“Goddamn doll, so fuckin’ gorgeous. I’ll kick Shigaraki’s ass for makin’ me miss this,” he murmurs into your skin, trailing kisses along your chest until he reaches just beside your nipple. “Gonna let me suck on these pretty titties?”

Touya rolls his hips, allowing the soft, warm skin of his shaft to slide over your clit. Your hips jerk up to meet him. “No teeth,” you warn, digging your nails into his scalp.

He lifts his head to grin lazily at you, one hand reaching down between you to steady his cock, his slick tip already pressing and begging to be inside. “No promises.”

He sucks your nipple into his mouth and shoves his cock inside you with one rough thrust. You shout his name, pussy fluttering around the unexpected cock splitting you open. He fucks you hard and desperate, tongue relentlessly playing with your piercings as he wrings all the pleasure from your body.

Touya’s mouth doesn’t leave your nipples for a second, tongue circling the jewelry as if to memorize the taste. His teeth graze the delicate skin and you smack the side of his head. His cock twitches and he moans, falling over the edge and into his own high.

Safe to say, Touya fucking loves your new piercings.

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3verythingiknowaboutlove · 20 days ago

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the limit does not exist!

how spencer helps college!reader understand a little calculus and therefore understand how he loves her.

MDNI | smut word count: 1931 warnings & tags & stuff: fem reader, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), lil bit of overstim hehe, pure unbridled affection, LOVE, FLUFF, hugging, reader cries, this was in fact meant to be written for spence's birthday... sorry about that school is kicking my butt lets just pretend it's october! author's note: this one is for my folks who HATE their calculus class and want spencer reid to give them head instead <3 maybe this can help you romanticize it a bit. i think this is classified as self indulgent…like REALLY self indulgent… hah... anyway i hope you enjoy! let me know your thoughts if u have any, i loveeeee you!! have a great day my hands are shaking posting this smut is so scary!!!!!

You sat in bed, staring down your notebook, eyes narrowed. Limits stared back at you. You were just about at your own limit, if you were being honest.

Your brain, however sharp and witty it may be, is absolutely not one designed for calculus. A literary analysis essay? Done in half an hour. In depth scientific research project? Easiest months of your life. But there’s something about finding the instantaneous rate of change of a curve at one point in time by finding the slope of a tangent line that hasn't clicked yet.

A slew of other papers- notes, practice worksheets printed from obscure websites, and formulas- surround you, a sea of unfinished thoughts from the past month of the semester.

You bite on the end of your pen, the little hope you had for a good grade in this class slipping further and further away with each passing moment, like the last ember dying in the remains of a fire.

What you really wanted to be doing was celebrating Spencer’s birthday with him right now. A chocolate cake lay on the kitchen counter and pasta simmers on the stove, but you and your boyfriend had agreed to do a solid hour of work before the celebrations ensued.

You were never particularly strong willed when it came to following through on such agreements.

“Teach me calculus,” you say, a very impressive three minutes later, flopping down on the couch. Your head makes its way to its forever resting spot, Spencer’s lap. He raises his eyebrows slightly, thumb reaching out to trace over the slope of your nose. His eyes flit between you and the file to the side of him.

“I thought we agreed on an hour.”

“Yeah. But it wouldn’t be a very productive hour if I didn’t know how to do what I have to do. And I missed you.”

He sighs quietly, closing the file next to him.

“What do you not understand?” You smile at that, loving how quickly you won.

“Related rates. Like, conceptually.”

Spencer hums in response.

“It’s October. You’re not even supposed to know related rates yet.”

“Fine. Then let's open presents,” you respond, smiley. His eyebrows get impossibly higher, hand stroking your cheek delicately.

“No. I want our night to be a little more stress free when we celebrate, okay? How about you think about that lovely cake you made for me. What if I decided to squash it so that the diameter would get bigger, going from…let’s say, 20 centimeters to 26 centimeters in 3 seconds, and the height would get smal-”

“That wouldn't be nice. It took me like four hours,” you interrupt, grumbling. He cracks a smile.

“For the sake of the example, let's say I was an awful boyfriend and really wanted to ruin all the hard work you put in for me.”

You roll your eyes.

“Hey,” he says, hand moving down to touch your jaw softly. “Don’t do that. Don’t be difficult. I’m helping you.”

“Sorry. I guess I need you to zoom out a little. I don’t really get why I’m learning this as a whole.” Spencer’s eyes pore into yours, staring down at you adoringly for a small moment as he comes up with an answer.

“Calculus helps us begin to explain the unexplainable by harnessing what we can,” Spencer says simply. “Einstein once said that, ‘Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas,’ which makes it simple in practice, but I actually like to think about it as the opposite philosophically. Trying to find logic in the more poetic ideas.”

You cuddle deeper in his lap.

“Think he would agree with that?” you ask. “I do answer to Einstein before you, unfortunately.” Spencer bends down to kiss your hair.

“I think so. He also had a really nice quote where he remarked that, ‘Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love.’ He said, ‘How on earth can you explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love? Put your hand on a stove for a minute and it seems like an hour. Sit with that special girl for an hour and it seems like a minute. That's relativity.’”

Spencer takes a deep breath.

“Math doesn’t explain how I love you. It can’t. But I love the fact that it tries to. It kinda makes you wanna learn it as best you can.”

You process that for a long second and nod. He keeps talking.

…

Presents get opened, and cake gets eaten before dinner. Of course.

You’re now in bed, on top of the covers, forcing Spencer to give you a fashion show of the new sweater vest and tie you got him. He turns to you after putting it on, and you beam.

“I really like it. You look great. Do you like it?” you ask. He nods, smiling back at you.

“I’m gonna wear it to work tomorrow.”

You beckon for Spencer to come closer, sitting up in bed. Your hands go out to the tie, tugging at the knot softly. He stares down at you until eventually interrupting your motions with a slow kiss, hands cupping your face.

“You’re so pretty,” he mutters.

He pulls away and finishes what you started, folding the tie neatly and setting it in the drawer. Then comes the vest, and soon enough, he’s just in his boxers.

“You’re the pretty one,” you say quietly. “Come to bed.” He crawls on next to you, tugging you into his arms. “Happy birthday, Spence. I love you.” He dips his forehead to your shoulder.

“I love you.”

Before you know it, he’s shifted on top of you, moving down. Fast. You blink, hard, trying to rid your head of the hazy endorphins as you register what he’s doing.

“What? No, I was gonna do that. It’s your birthday. You don’t have to,” you protest.

“But I really, really want to, darling girl,” he murmurs back, kissing your knee and softly pushing it to the side.

You fluster and Spencer just looks at you, fingers tracing shapes on your waist, waiting for you to be ready.

“Well. Um. Okay. If you insist. I can’t really deny the birthday boy.” Your voice is small, and a little giddy smile grows on your face. Of course Spencer Reid would want to give you head on his birthday.

He smiles a little against the bare skin of your hip where your top meets your shorts. Then he meets your eyes.

“You know you can, though, right?” he asks, voice a little more serious. You reach out to touch his hair softly.

“Yeah. I know.”

Fingers hook your shorts, gently pulling them down. He presses a kiss to your thigh, and then he suddenly looks down at it.

“Soft,” he murmurs, like he’s making a mental note. He presses another, and another, incrementally going closer and closer to your soaked through underwear. His eyebrows scrunch when he sees the wet spot. “All this from a few kisses?”

You blush, unable to respond.

Spencer’s fingers hook a centimeter of your underwear. “These?” he checks.

“Yes, please,” you manage. He tugs them down, silently noticing the slickness of your sex, and exhales shakily.

“How many times on average does it take for a guy to call you pretty on a given day before you get annoyed?” he murmurs, soft smile playing on his face. You smile too, head cloudy from his words, but it immediately drops when his lips press directly against your pulsing clit, kissing it softly.

“Fuck,” you say (Spencer would argue moan) softly (loudly). You let out a content sigh, and he moves to suckle it, actions becoming less and less delicate.

It’s not harsh, but incessant. Spencer knows what you can take. He knows exactly what you can take. You’re both quiet for a bit, save for your breathy moans.

“Spencer,” you say softly, ripping you both out of your individually hazy and dirty and distracted minds. “You’re too far away.” He looks up to you, face parallel to your aching core, hair beautifully messy and mouth glistening.

After a second, he grabs your hips, gently pushing you up against the pillows so you’re propped up at a better angle. He then shifts his body up wordlessly so he’s more above you, dipping his head down to give you a soft kiss. You taste yourself, tongue darting out to lick your lips.

His hand takes over where his mouth was, sliding in between your folds with a practiced ease. Spencer looks down at you, eyes wide and flitting between yours, searching for a reaction.

You reach out and wrap your arms around him, holding him close. “Holy shit, I love you,” you murmur.

His fingers lightly graze your clit again before one slides into you. “Angel,” he breathes out, so quietly. “I love you too. This okay? Are you okay?”

You nod feverishly and lift your hips to meet his hand, always in a perpetual state of wanting more, to be closer. Your bodies are melded so close together, barely giving him room to push his hand into you. He doesn’t even bother to ask you to use your words or keep your hips down, like he might on a regular night.

He pulls his head back to watch as he pushes another finger into you, stretching you just a little. “There we go. You always feel like heaven around me.”

Your eyes flit up to his face as he says those words, now having a little more room to observe him. You focus on the slope of his nose and curve of his mouth.

“You’re so perfect,” you say quietly, adoringly, before you even realize it was true.

You blink at that thought. Spencer Reid is perfect, despite whatever universal odds deeming that impossible.

Those graphs, those formulas, now laying discarded & crumpled on the ground. They click, a little bit. You understand why Albert Einstein wanted to spend his life developing theories of relativity.

This is how Spencer sees you? What he was talking about earlier?

This is how he sees you?

The thought is almost too much.

Spencer sees your face, and not knowing what's going on in your head, slides down his free hand from your cheek to your carotid, feeling your racing pulse. “Take a deep breath for me, okay? You're about to come, huh?”

You inhale and are met with peace. Then your orgasm hits you like a wave. You clench hard around his fingers, and he just watches it happen, fascinated. “Baby,” he coos softly at you.

It wasn’t just your sensitivity he’s currently maximizing on or the little kisses he dips down to leave on your neck that sealed the deal, but the very thought that you could be loved in a way that is so perfectly impossible.

You exhale breathily as Spencer pushes you through the last trails of your climax, fingers not caring one bit that you just had your world tilted on its axis.

“Spencer. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” you say eventually, overstimulated.

“You’re okay. Did so good.” he murmurs, fingers slipping out of you.

His thumb brushes your cheek, wiping away a tear you didn't even realize was dripping down.

“Don’t cry, you always cry. It’s my birthday. Don’t cry on my birthday,” he whispers soothingly, affection lacing his voice.

“I’m not.”

Another one falls.

You reach and press out that perpetual little slope between his eyebrows with your thumb, gentle, like you might break him. “I’m not crying.”

Spencer lets you lie.

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kissitbttr · 1 year ago

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miguel putting up with his girl’s princess attitude

“miguel!” you call out from the bathroom as your fingers delicately fix the straps of your bodycon dress. “can you come here for a minute?”

miguel sighs, this is the third time you keep calling him knowing how busy he is at the moment. work has gotten the best of him, and if reinventing new techs back to back isn’t enough to drain him, he has to keep up with your needs daily.

does he has the courage to say no to you, though? nope. as much as he hates to admit it because it’s embarrassing, he’s scared of you. if the spider society think that Miguel is too frightening then they have not seen you get mad or being a brat.

“coming, baby!” he walks out of his office while taking off his glasses, rolling the sleeves of his henley shirt to his elbows.

the bathroom door is left wide open, immediately seeing you standing before the mirror in a long and tight fitting grey dress that falls just around your ankles. and just like that, his annoyance completely washed off,

he takes a good look at you. eyes slowly observing every single detail of your face and down to your body. the way that dress hugs your curves and accentuate your best assets should be a crime,

God, you’re such a perfection.

“shut your mouth before you catch flies, babe” you jokingly say as your fiancee stares at you with his jaw slightly agape. “mind helping me?”

Miguel clears his throat after, slightly smirking as he shrug his shoulders. he leans against the door way with his arms crossed, eyes never leaving yours.

“you look absolutely divine, mi amor.” he comments, taking his lower lip between his teeth. “is that new?” he points at the dress,

rolling your eyes playfully, you try to keep your composure still. even after three years of dating—now engaged— he still manages to make your heart skips and create butterflies in the pit of your stomach,

“I know” you reply in confidence, winking at him which he chuckles in return. “and yes it is! it’s SKIMS! got it yesterday, does it look good on me?”

he frowns, tilting his head to the side. “baby, you already know the answer to that come on now… you make anything look sexy.” he strides closer to you as he stands from behind you, “now, què necesitas?” he questions, resting his hands on his hips

you find it attractive how he towers over you, and it’s one thing that you love about him. it’s not that you’re petite or anything. but compared to how tall and big he is, you’re definitely tiny.

“straighten my hair for me please? I can’t reach it” you pout at him through the mirror, “just this part right here” fingers move to the back to touch part of your hair,

“ay dios mio, woman… you’re lucky i love you” he teases before grabbing the iron from the sink. “going out with the girls, mami? i assume lunch?” he asks as he starts parting your hair with one hand,

your head shakes, straightening the dress. “no, I’m doing cake testing today and wedding dresses … Darla is bringing three more flavors.”

he stops what he’s doing, giving you a confused look. “alone? cariño why didn’t you tell me? you know I’d come with you” he feels a bit disappointed and now guilty that he’s busying himself with work and instead you’re left dealing with your wedding, alone.

his hand rests on your shoulder and you move yours on top of him. “hey, it’s okay, Miggy… you’ve been so stressed lately i do not want to put more pressure… it was last minute anyway, she texted me this morning.”

“you’re my girl, i would never be too busy for you.” he says almost too fast,

giving him a sincere smile, you nod your head. “yes… i know, baby. trust me it’s okay…plus it’s bad luck for the groom to see his bride in a wedding dress” you giggle a bit. “we can go over the seating arrangements again together, yeah? i promise” you plant a soft kiss on his finger,

Miguel exhales a sigh, still feeling tiny bit upset that he won’t be there to keep you company. “okay, fine… tell Darla that keep vegan options open for the cakes.”

“noted, honey.” you tell him as he continues to straighten your hair, “is everything okay with work?”

he nods, eyes too fixated on your long hair, not wanting to mess up a single strand. “just running over a few reports and fixing few minor defects on the techs and my suit…the last guy did quite a number on me.”

“hmm i love it when you speak science to me” you comment, watching him laugh a bit at your flirty remark. “but you still need to be careful. i do not want to see my future husband all bruised up when i walk down that aisle or else I’ll leave your ass.” your tone comes off demanding and firm, but it’s only because you care.

“yes ma’am” he replies, setting down the hot object down on the sink before slowly running his fingers through your hair. “there you go, baby” he moves your hair to the front, kissing your cheek and seeing you smile just makes him happy. knowing he’s done a great job.

turning around to face him, you stand on your toes to kiss his lips. “thank you, miggy… I’ll see you later, okay? we can go grab dinner outside and then movie night at 9?”

his heart warms at that and lips stretches into a large grin. “sounds like a plan.” then he lightly slaps your ass as you walk out of the door,

“let me know if there’s going to be bunch of assholes staring at you today, I’ll hunt them down and fucking kill them on the spot.” he mentions as if it’s nothing

and they say romance is dead.

cake testing with miggy!

#miguel o’hara blurbs #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara

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littlelamy · 21 days ago

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with rafe

a/n: SPOILER for S4; rafe x pogue!reader; if you haven’t seen s4 yet and don’t want spoilers please do not read it !!! i wanted to post it tomorrow but i love it so much so I’m posting today!

proposal with rafe

The sun casts a golden glow across the water as Barry’s boat floats in the middle of the water while a determined rafe zooms on his jetski to shore. He swings a leg off the jet ski, wading through the shallow waves as he makes his way to where you’re sitting under a tree, your gaze meeting his. There’s something different in his eyes—a softness, maybe even a hint of vulnerability, and you feel your pulse quicken as he reaches for your hand, his grip warm and gentle.

“Come sit with me,” he murmurs, his voice low but steady, leading you to a spot beneath the shade. His expression is so uncharacteristically tender, it leaves you feeling both anxious and curious. He takes a deep breath, as if summoning the courage for something important.

“Before I... before I take off, I wanted to say something,” he says, his eyes searching yours, his tone holding a weight that makes your heart race. Confused but drawn in, you nod, watching as he sinks down on one knee before you, reaching into his pocket to pull out a beautiful diamond ring. The delicate silver band catches the light, and you see his hand tremble slightly as he holds it out, a touch of vulnerability showing through.

“It was my mom’s,” he says quietly, his voice filled with a softness that you rarely hear. "Been in the family forever, so I know that's some Kook bullshit, but I..." His gaze holds yours, a gentle warmth shining through. “I just wanted to you to have it, before I...I left, so you know that we're real.”

Your heart swells, overwhelmed by the sincerity in his eyes and the gesture that feels so intimate, so unexpected. You nod, a smile breaking across your face, and the weight of his love wraps around you as he slides the ring onto your finger with a tenderness that takes your breath away.

Your heart still pumping fast at his words as warmth spreads through you as he steps forward and sweeps you into his arms, holding you close as his lips find yours. His kiss is deep and passionate, filled with longing and the intensity he’s been holding back. He groans softly, pressing you closer, and you feel the weight of his emotions as you loop your arms around his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair. He pulls you deeper into the kiss, as if it’s his way of saying everything he can’t put into words.

He pulls away smiling at your now heavy finger, his thumb brushing over your hand before he reaches into his pocket again and pulls out his keys. He holds them out to you, his fingers brushing yours as he places them into your palm.

“I want you…” he starts, his voice husky with feeling, “…I want you to quit your job, and I want…I want you to move in with me.” He pulls you in again with a even more passionate (if it’s even possible) kiss that makes your knees buckle. "Now we got that sorted," Rafe says laughing with the biggest smile as he pulls away from the kiss.

“I’ll be back in a few weeks, all right? Here. Stay at my…..Stay at our place.” He presses the keys into your hand with a firm but gentle insistence. As he pulls back his hands, he rests his forehead against yours, smiling, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “I love you,” he says softly, pressing a final kiss to your forehead, then lips before stepping away. He pauses, looking back at you one last time, his eyes holding a promise, a warmth that leaves you feeling like the luckiest person in the world as he steps back onto his jet ski.

As he starts up the engine and disappears across the water, you’re left with the keys, the ring, and the weight of his words—feeling the love and commitment he’s offering, and the life he wants to build with you.

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euthymiya · 1 month ago

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“What’s got you so grumpy?”

Sukuna dodges your finger. It fails to meet its destination of his cheek as he tilts his head to the side, earning a frown from you before you huff and try again.

He looks up from his phone with an irritated glance when your fingertip digs into his face.

“What are you talking about?” He grunts.

He knows exactly what you’re talking about. Normal Sukuna is irritable enough—grumpy Sukuna is about as bad tempered as a hornet who’s had its nest kicked. (Which is to say: he’s pretty fucking unfriendly at the moment.)

“You’re sulking,” you point out—and that statement earns a sharp glare from him as you seat yourself on his lap. (Still, he makes room easily for you, leaning back on the couch and putting his phone down to the side so his hands can rest on your hips. Grumpy Sukuna is never grumpy enough to push your body away—if anything, it’s the one way to get him less agitated).

“I’m not fucking sulking,” he says. It’s almost petulant, but you have enough grace to spare his dignity and not point it out. “I don’t sulk.”

“Are you sure?” You raise a disbelieving brow—he clicks his teeth at the way you choose to question him, but it softens considerably when your lips peck his jaw delicately. “You look pretty sulky to me.”

“Get your eyes checked.”

“Can’t. Then I might see you for all your ugliness. We wouldn’t want to throw years down the drain once I come to my senses do we?”

It’s his turn to raise a brow, sarcastically snorting as you give him a cheeky wink. “If you wanna try ‘n be a smart ass, at least be realistic about it. Saw you checking me out just this morning through the mirror.”

“Maybe you need your eyes checked,” you huff, “I was not checking you out.”

“Pretty sure you were,” he smirks, lips pulling into a haughty grin. Getting under your skin with his smugness is about the only way to cheer him up, it seems, because he looks rather pleased when he adds, “it’s okay. Don’t blame ya for bein’ possessed by my impressive physique.”

“Too bad your personality isn’t as dazzling,” you quip back easily.

It’s meant to be lighthearted, of course—but it seems to be the wrong thing to say. Quite wrong, in fact, because as soon as the words escape you, he tenses before locking his jaw.

There’s a flash of something in his eyes. Something you don’t think you’ve ever seen in Sukuna’s face—doubt. It’s a little odd, in all realness. Sukuna is not a doubtful person. He’s confident, and he’s confident enough that it’s almost to a fault. He’s cocky and smug and sometimes a little too self-assured for it to be considered good for his health.

It’s a bit unsettling to see his face almost fall at something you say, especially when you just say it for the sake of light banter.

“Yeah?” He chuckles dryly. It sounds dangerously self-deprecating—enough that it makes you frown. “Good thing I have my abs to keep you glued to my side then, huh?”

“Well, it’s not just your abs,” you hum, one hand smoothing over his shirt to feel the ridges of his muscles through the shirt. “Your boobs are pretty great, too.”

To prove your point, you give his left pectoral a gentle squeeze. He scowls before shoving your hand away as blush creeps along the back of his neck.

“You fucking freak,” he mutters.

Something is bothering him. You know you can’t directly ask it out of him, otherwise he’ll deny it left and right, but something is bothering him. Sukuna is not good with words or emotions. In fact, he’s pretty awful at anything that has to do with anyone’s feelings. (He’s better about yours more than other’s, but he’s pretty far from good.)

You don’t mind. There’s something oddly charming about witnessing the way he navigates softening up for you—it’s like watching a baby take their first steps. Wobbly. Slow. Unsure. Pretty badly executed, but endearingly rewarding all at the same.

Except, this time, it’s not your emotions he’s navigating. For some reason, yours are easy than his own. Navigating yours means he doesn’t have to try. He knows you better than he knows himself. Knows when your feelings are hurt by the twitch of your brows alone. Knows you’re sad by the dimness in your eyes. Knows you’re pretending joy when your laugh is quieter than usual. Knows you’re faking it when your smile is a much more tight lipped and a less bright version.

But his own feelings are complicated. A lot more than he cares to try and understand them for. In true Sukuna fashion, he always aims to ignore his problems until they seemingly disappear.

But you’re too difficult to let that slide. He brushes things under the rug, and you pull the rug from under his feet and make him fall face first into his problems.

“Hey,” you nudge him, cupping his face with your hand gently, “what’s gotten into you? It’s weird when you’re not pissing me off a couple of times every hour.”

“And that’s supposed to be a good thing?” He challenges, like your words seem to tick him off more, “what are you sittin’ here for if I’m always pissing you off?”

Oh, you think. So that’s what it is.

You smile, humming before you gently tilt his face up. Something vulnerable is attached to that frown of his. Like he’s waiting for your answer because he needs something to hold onto. Some metaphorical lifeline where your feelings are attached to his own, just to keep you chained together. Where you’re always somewhere that he also is. Where he doesn’t have to care about his emotions because what you feel is what he feels, too, and as long as you’re okay, so is he.

But you care. You seem to care a pretty great deal because you lean in and brush your nose against his as you kiss his lips softly.

“Who cares if you piss me off?” You snort, “I piss you off better. I’m pretty good at it.”

“You are,” he agrees instantly.

You give him a fleeting huff against his mouth as you mumble, “you don’t have to agree so fast.”

It pulls a small laugh from him, making his arms snake around your waist and tug your body closer. Chest to chest, heartbeat thumping in two, synchronized rhythms.

“What happens when I’m all old and expiring and my abs are gone?” He raises a brow. You hum, stroking a thumb along his cheek as you smile and admire him.

“We’ll still be pissing each other off, I bet.”

“That’s supposed to be good?” He repeats, this time much more unsure. Anyone else could hardly catch the air of hesitance in his words, but you catch it instantly.

“Why not?” You shrug, “it always worked for us, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he scoffs, “that’s until it doesn’t.” He spits the words out, not meeting your eyes. It’s like they taste acrid is mouth and he can’t bring himself swallow them down.

You don’t say anything. Instead, you lean in and just press a line of kisses from his chin to the corner of his lips, purposely dodging his mouth and littering small, delicate pecks along his cheek. And then his forehead. And then the bridge of his nose.

Never his lips, though. And he gets increasingly frustrated by it.

“What are you waiting for?” He grumbles, eyeing you with a look that screams: quit fucking around.

You fight back an amused smile. “Does it piss you off?”

“Course it does. Kiss me properly or back off my face—”

“Cause you love me right?” You ask cheekily. He pauses, thinking on it for a moment before slumping wearily.

“And if I do?”

“You piss me off too. Because I love you too,” you whisper, forehead against his as your hands cradle his cheeks. Because you do.

When he texts late, and makes your blood boil, it’s only because you love him. When he’s brutally honest and doesn’t say what you want to hear, you’re only mad because you care what he thinks so much. When he’s stubborn and refuses to meet you halfway, you’re only angry because there’s no one else you’d rather cross the bridge with than him.

He pisses you off. You care enough to be pissed because it’s him. And when you piss him off too, he cares enough to deal with it because it’s you.

It’s a funny, twisted little way to love and be loved, but it works. For some odd reason, it does. It’s a seamless, smooth, crackless road.

You don’t ever fix something that’s not broken.

“That doesn’t make sense,” he sighs, resigning himself to your weird, roundabout explanation. You laugh, pinching his cheek as you grin brightly.

“That’s because you’re a bit dim.”

“Yeah,” he rolls his eyes, “okay. Anything else?”

“Yeah, actually. I love you.”

He pauses. Swallows for a moment before his arms tighten their grip on your hips just a smidge before burying his face into your neck and mumbling, “me too. Love you so much, it pisses me off.”

“I like to get under your skin like that,” you stroke his hair, beaming as you add, “guess you’ll just have to deal with it.”

His lips stretch into a small grin before a low, rumbling chuckle breathes itself against your skin. “Guess so.”

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a/n: insecure modern! au sukuna who doesn’t admit it and refuses to acknowledge that he’s aware he’s difficult to love and can’t understand why you love him but he also doesn’t want to question it for fear of scaring you away is very near and dear to me and i’ll be talking about it from my grave still. you’ll just hear my ghostly voice spooking you through the night talking about how he’s a softie deep down under all the layers. like an ogre okay? ogres have LAYERS.

#writing tag #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna fluff #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen fluff

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